Date: Wed, 9 Nov 2011 17:09:58 -0800 (PST) From: First Chance Subject: How Martin Blunt Learned to Live Chapter 2: Alone Time How Martin Blunt Learned to Live Thanks for the comments! All feedback is welcomed. Chapter Two: Alone Time Only a few websites really sparked Martin's interest. They were all fairly similar: muscular, straight guys. Well, more like, masculine gay guys. There's nothing straight about these ex-football, toned studs did to each others bodies. What really got Martin hard was guys who looked like men without the stereotypical trappings of femininity and faggyness so often associated with being gay. Guys who took care of their bodies but could throw a football, who didn't have excessive piercings, didn't wear silver jewelery, who didn't weight 90lbs and who could easily be mistaken for Justin Beiber. Martin got off on men. Masculine, beef fed, real men. The androgynous models of Prada and the flamboyancy of Logan Circle bars turned him off. Sometimes he wondered if he was self-hating gay, if he identified with being gay at all. The Kinsey scale justified all behavior. And fantasy. Martin didn't buy into the whole "gay for pay" farce. He knew it was a ruse aimed at guys like himself. These actors were as hot for cock as he was. The phony "I've never even done this before" was just a joke for the cameras. Still, it didn't matter. There was something very sexy about masculine, muscular men sucking cock or taking it up the ass that turned him on. These were the images he would think of as he made fake love to the girls in his bed. These were the images he would conjure up in his mind after Stephanie or Maggie had orga in order to ejaculate. They thought he had the stamina of a demi-god and mistook sexual talent for genuine disinterest in their bodies, a disinterest in their genitals, a disinterest in their per. Once they had cum, sometimes even a second time, Martin's thoughts focused on those models and their hard bodies, their ripped abs glistening with sweat, the thick cords of cum that shot out of their stiff cocks. It was like fraternity brothers he lusted after 25 years ago in college had acquiesced to the eagerness of the now and turned their bodies into playgrounds without shame or inhibition. This got him off, alone, like he was now, or deep inside a woman he cared little for. Girls may not realize there are levels of erection. There is hard, there is really hard, and then there is painfully hard, erect with a purpose and power that can only be the result of true stimulation. Martin rarely achieved that level with his girlfriends. Maybe if he had gone to that bar in Chinatown where the bartender looked like a pin-up straight from the pages of Playgirl. That's when he would get a full erection and pleasure any girl completely. Sad, really, that they thought they were the focus of his affection and stimulation when it was, in fact, images it was images in his head much stronger then their cries of ecstasy. How he wished to feel a man's calloused hand cup his ass while he thrust in and out. How he wished it was a pair of strong, hairy legs wrapped around his torso as he penetrated missionary style. To kiss rough lips, the feel of scruffy facial hair against his own, to have a lover's cock, hard, dripping wet between both their ripped abs during love making. These were the images that got Martin hard, something he watched on videos but only rarely experienced personally. "Let's see what Landon is up to these days" he thought logging on to a favorite site. They all had fake names- the actors or porn stars, whichever you want to call them. Names like Landon and Caden and Braden. He knew they were probably something ordinary like Robert or James or Michael (or Martin), but respected the little privacy they desired. He may not get laid like they do, but man, did he know about the desire for privacy. Landon was a favorite. He looked like a linebacker- a blond, hairless mass of solid muscle and power, 23 or 24 years old, who played the "I'm just a shy kid from Minnesota" card well, even when he was being force fed his own load off the dick of a another stud. Landon would do virtually anything. Sure he started off timid, sitting at the edge of the bed in jeans, tee shirt and bare feet (what is it about jeans and bare feet that's so hot?) talking about farm life or high school football and "I made a bet with Blake and lost it so now I have to do..." whatever it was that week. Swallow multiple loads, double penetration. Good thing for Martin that Landon was a terrible gambler. At the end of the 22 minute video he would always exclaim "I can't believe I just did that". Yeah, sure you can't, Landon, Martin would laugh as cum dripped down his perfect chest. In Martin's sexually oppressed world, Landon's limitless dirty deeds were a welcomed release. Martin put the laptop on his bed and started buffering the video. Nothing worse that getting really into a video and then seeing the damn buffering icon pause the action. Lupe was off on Mondays, so Martin knew he wouldn't be interrupted. That had happened before. Not that she had caught him in the act, but he had been all systems go, cock in hand, towel at the ready when heard the front door open and "Ello, Meester Martin, I am here now". What a kill joy that was... and blue balls galore. Sometimes he would scream down the stairs "Hey Lupe I'm just jumping in the shower. Be down in a few minutes" and go finish off in the bathroom. That wouldn't be a problem today, though. No Lupe- he might even put the volume up. Inside his walk in closet he stripped off his clothes putting everything in the right hamper. His cock was already semi stiff with anticipation. From the top shelf he took down a piece of luggage and unzipped an inside pocket pulling out a black velvet bag. Pausing in front of the mirror he saw his full naked self, cock starting to stand, balls hanging plump and full. He mussed his black hair letting the bangs fall in front of his eyes. "Hello, Mr. Assistant Secretary of State", he whispered to himself, lightly touching the tip of his cock with his fingers. The first shiny drops of precum pooled at the slit, and Martin gathered it up with his forefinger to give himself a taste. He opened the black bag and pulled out a large life-like dildo and put it next to his own cock, comparing sizes, sword fighting, tickling his balls. This got his erection even more stiff, almost to it's full 8 inches. You are surprised Martin owns a dildo, right? Not nearly as surprised as Martin is. It was a rare moment of total abandon. He is normally so careful. But just once he decided to live a little on the dark side. For years Martin had enjoyed fingering himself while he masturbated. He didn't even remember how it started- must have been as a kid. It just seemed so natural for him. So about 10 years ago on business trip to Los Ang he sat in traffic on his way to LAX. Lining both sides of Sepulveda Blvd he saw numerous adult stores. Just thinking about getting a sex toy caused a stir in this groin and he could feel blood rush to his cock. "Your flight's delayed 2 hours...there's time to explore!", his bad half said. "This is crazy! What if you get caught?", another voice in his head asked. "What if someone saw?" He didn't know anyone in LA. Who would find out? He could buy it, get in and out in less than ten minutes, put it in his bag and no one would ever know. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out his wallet to see he had $400 dollars cash. How much did a dildo cost? Could it be more than that? "Fuck", he thought. "Let's do it". "Know what? Just pull over here. We are only a few blocks to the airport and I've got time. I'll walk. Get a burger or something," he told the driver. He was talking too much. "So much traffic, I can just walk. Right? No need to stay in traffic". Martin, be cool he told himself. He's a taxi driver not a judge. He paid the fare and walked a until he saw the the taxi disappear. A block in front away he saw a large lighted sign. "Treasure Chest XXX". Walk normal...everything cool... what's that? blackberry going off? Martin stopped in front of the store and looked at his blackberry reading no email that hadn't come in. He typed furiously no reply to no sender, and when the street lights turned green and cars started moving he bolted into the store. He was nervous as hell, but now it was too late. He was in. An ex-hippie looking old man behind bullet proof glass looked up from his magazine and eyed Martin curiously. Not many customers come in here wearing $1500 suits. "Help you find something?", he asked. Martin didn't hesitate. "I need a dildo. For my girlfriend". The man seemed unfazed by the request and pointed to a wall in the corner and went back to reading his magazine. Martin walked to the rack not making eye contact with any other patrons, keeping his head low. He wished he had on a hat. On the back wall were dozens of dildos of all shapes and sizes and colors. Damn- so much variety. Too much. What the hell size should he get? If he knew there were so many options he would have researched better. What if it was too small? Yeah- avoid small. And natural color- like a person not purple or blue. Eager to leave the store he grabbed a "Chris Wide" special dildo because the model looked like a guy he would gladly welcome into his bedroom. $34.95. He gave the guy $35, and without waiting for a receipt, stuffed the package into his suitcase and darted out. That was the first and last time Martin went to a seedy place. He was nothing if not disciplined. That dildo had been the source of great sexual pleasure, even if it left him a little lonely. Sure the ejaculation was intense, sometime so intense his cum shots would hit his chin. But it couldn't hold him after, couldn't rub his back or nibble his ear. Even after a great jerk, he was still alone. And when he wasn't alone, that is, when he was with a girl after sex, it wasn't great sex. Lonely before or lonely after, it made no difference. But still, for those 15 or 20 minutes, it was incredible pleasure. Martin started the video as he lubed up his toy. He watched Landon suck on two cocks as he began to finger himself. Seems like a threeways was this week's feature, he thought as he felt his second knuckle pass inside his hole. He made circular motions inside himself, feeling hi buttocks begin to clench and his rectum clamp down on his finger. All three young studs on the video were Martin's type. Manly. Muscular. Even as they licked, kissed and sucked each other to arousal, they looked like men. "Man, I've never done this before", said a hot 22 year old as he licked Landon's perfect asshole, penetrating it with his tongue, spreading the ass cheeks wide with his hands to dive deeper inside. Landon was going to get spit roasted, something Martin fantasized about. He doubted it would happen. It's impossible to find one guy Martin trusted, let alone two. Still, though, what must it be like to have two dicks in you at once. Martin watched intently as the young stud inserted his cock inside Landon's puckering hole, and he simultaneously pressured the the slick dildo inside his eager ass. Watching Landon's holes envelop two beautiful, stiff cocks, he began long, smooth strokes feeling the fake cock tickle his prostate. Martin's breathing turned heavy and methodical and his legs began to involuntarily twitch and his ass started to rise from the bed as he worked the dildo in and out of his ass. That feeling... oh fuck that feeling. He held the plastic cock deep inside, slowly pulling out it so every inch glided along his rectum then quickly inserting it in one strong, almost violent trust. "UGH, fuck" he gasped as his body twitched and beads of sweat gathered on his forehead and chest. Almost in perfect unison to Landon who greedily inhaled both cocks, taking one in his mouth with wanton lust and the other in his ass with total abandon, Martin's right hand worked the dildo and his left hand began stroking 8 inches of cock, fully erect and dripping with precum. Martin was a precummer, something that many girls didn't like during oral sex. Every girl had given him a blowjob. No one dates a guy like Martin without paying homage at the altar. He liked the blowjobs, too, because he could close his eyes and think of Landon... But his precum... boy, was it copious. From the first spot of erection, drops would flow and soon develop into thick streams of clear, viscous liquid. As they sucked on his cock, they would often flinch as he leaked more and more fluid into their mouths. Usually they would stop sucking and switch to jerking him off. Those who did keep sucking him off never swallowed. He let them know when he was going to cum. No one took it. Martin used these thick drops of precum as natural lube, and slowly coated his cock and palm, effortlessly gliding. Landon's lovers switched positions and flipped him on his back. The one who had been fucking him peeled off his condom and knelt beside him. Landon took his cock in his mouth, undoubtedly tasting and smelling his own ass. The other stood at the foot of the bed, raised Landon's legs in the air and mounted him effortlessly. Landon continued to moan as cocks worked over and stretched his holes. All three studs were beginning to glisten with sweat as their sexual work out got more intense. "Gay for pay. Bullshit", Martin thought as his own strokes mimicked the actions on the screen. He was close. Very close- but man how he wanted to see Landon be a dirty boy and swallow their cum. Martin had never tasted cum. His own, yeah, a couple of times out of curiosity. Once he even flipped his legs up over his head trying to shoot a load into his mouth. But right when he came he chickened out, closed his mouth and shot all over his face instead which wasn't that hot and a bitch to clean up. But given the chance to taste a guy's load- not just any guy, someone he liked, someone he cared about, yeah, Martin wanted to try that. Landon, however, was a champ. 14 guys Martin had counted. 14 guys had cum in his mouth- and that's just on camera let alone what he did in private. Martin loved to watch hot, young studs unload in Landon's mouth and knew loads 15 and 16 were waiting at the end of this video. Sure enough the scene wrapped up, right at the 18 minute mark, with both guys straddling either side of Landon's head, frantically jerking their perfect cocks to climax. Landon's arms reached between their legs, caressing their ballsack and asses while he looked up sheepishly at the two lovers, waiting patiently for them to humiliate him with jizz. One guy began to moan "You ready for this load? Oh fuck, oh fuck. Yeah... FUCK!" and he exploded a watery spray across Landon's chin and onto his cheek. Landon took the still dripping cock into his mouth, sucking out the last few drops of juice as the stud pushed streams of cum towards his mouth feeding him every drop. Then on queue the second straight guy announced his impending climax, and with lips still coated in jizz, Landon turned his head to receive another load, this one thicker, whiter and creamy like someone pumped lotion bottle on Landon's forehead and cheeks. He too scooped up each cord of cum and fed it to Landon who licked greedily at the offering, sucking each finger clean. The two studs kissed each other, then bent down to kiss Landon's body, licking up what remained of their own cum off his chest and neck. "Dirty boy, Landon". Martin said as he plunged the dildo deep inside his ass. His balls contracted, his stomach tightened and his heart raced. "Oh fuck, oh fuck" he whispered quietly, sweat glistening from his brow, biceps in full flex, body trembling spasmodically, he couldn't hold longer. Landon eating cum. Studs eating their own cum. Too much... "Oh, OH. OHHH!", he let out a whimper as ropes of thick, white cum flew across his perfect abs, landing on his pecs and neck. Three, four, spurts, his ass clenching the dildo deep inside, his hand frantic, dripping with warm cum. Finally his breathing slowed and body relaxed as little streams of cum ran across his body dripping down his ribs and waist, pooling inside his tight belly button. Slowly he removed the dildo from his ass, feeling the final shiver from his inners as he milked the last few drops of cum from his cock. He watched Landon's friends rub cum all over his torso. One stud rubbed his palm across Landon's chest, coating his hand in cum, and offered it to Landon who greedily licked it off. The guys continued to kiss and swap cum as the camera faded to black. Martin lay on his bed, the newly nominated Assistant Secretary of State for International Business Affairs, a gorgeous, ripped, wealthy and now powerful closeted man with 6 pack abs basted in cum, used dildo at his side, asshole gaping open, falling asleep. What a morning. He was so glad he took the day off.