Date: Wed, 16 Nov 2011 15:46:34 -0800 (PST) From: First Chance Subject: How Martin Blunt Learned to Live Chapter 3: Diplomatic Perks How Martin Blunt Learned to Live Chapter Three: An American Diplomat Martin sailed through the confirmation process. He appeared before the Senate Foreign Affairs Committee for 30 minutes of public testimonial which CPSAN carried lived. His parents sat beside him as he answered questions about international business climate and U.S. economic diplomacy. Senator Macintosh from North Carolina did try to trip him up regards to export tariffs on furniture, an exchange Martin thought was in poor taste seeing as how their private discussion was about Duke Basketball. But, overall, Martin performed perfectly and the Senate voted 96-0 with 4 not voting. The President swore him in that same afternoon, and with a pat on the back, he made his way to the section of DC called Foggy Bottom where the U.S. Department of State was waiting. Martin's first couple of days were ruled by a frnatic pace and a steep learning curve. The first time he sat at his desk he was presented with major issues awaiting his input. He still had to hire key staff. There were budget dilemmas. The Secretary's office pushed work down with short fuses. Congressional inquiries, media requests, Embassy correspondence and not to mention the White House mandates. So many names to learn, protocols, acronyms, an enormous building... luckily Martin was up to the greatest of challenges, and by week's end the office was struggling to keep up to his pace and marveled at his efficiency, intellect and work ethic. The fact that he looked better in a suit walking down those corridors than any man in the building didn't hurt. He received many a nod as he would crisscross the maze like building. Luckily he outranked almost everyone, so the odds of someone saying "there's the girl who works in this office who I'd like you to meet..."etc. were almost impossible. In a building of 15,000 people, Martin could be left alone. The job had some great perks. The travel and speaking opportunities were as vast as he wanted. He was always invited to a summit or conference, and his limitless travel budget could take him anywhere in the world in first class accommodations with diplomatic immunity. Another perk: the networking with the highest ranking business leaders. His new position made him a coveted man; and CEOs he read about in Forbes suddenly were asking for meeting as his convenience. And there were some base perks... the security guards tended to all be hot. The building had intense security with multiple check points throughout. That meant a lot of interaction with security: buff military police in their late twenties with tight pants, form fitting shirts, heavily armed with multiple guns, sticks, cuffs and serious bulges. Was there a rule to be a security agent at State you needed to look like a stripper? They knew Martin as a senior ranking official and were often impressed with his politeness. One even said he saw Martin in the garage at 8pm helping jump a fellow officer's car. Not all diplomats were that down to earth. Another great perk was the Diplomat's gym. It was in a sub, sub basement of the south wing, and had been designed for traveling heads of state who wanted to work out with complete privacy. Only about 20 people had access to this gym, Martin being one. The facilities put all other gyms to shame, and even Martin who had been lifting weights regularly since he was about 19 was impressed: top notch machines, lap pool, saunas and all completely private. It was a multimillion dollar facility all his own. When he asked for the entrance code, a facility manager remarked that he was the first person to ask for that code in years. That made what Martin witnessed his third week even more shocking. It was a little after 6:00AM and Martin planned to get in a full work out before a 7:30 staff meeting. He punched in the security code and noticed the lights were on. He thought it was odd, since no one had ever used it before. He went to his locker, hung up his clothes and took off the loose fitting clothes he left the house in. Underneath he had on shorts and a black sleeveless shirt that made his arms pop. While he was tying his shoe laces he heard increase moaning, definitely from a guy, and he wondered what work out he was doing. Funny, Martin didn't recognize the sound right away. He'd made it himself, though many years ago. After stretching, Martin went to the weight room, which was down the hall and around the corner. When he turned the corner he stopped short, almost running into someone standing right by the door. He was... naked? Martin took a step back, almost apologizing, thinking he had knocked the person over. He only saw him from behind: pale skin with very short blond crewcut. His strong shoulders were covered with tattoos that ran down the full length of his arms. His perfect ass was clenched tight. Martin thought he was changing... until he realized there were feet where there shouldn't be.... by the guy's sides. Then it clicked- he had a girl pinned against the wall and was fucking her. Hence the tight ass. "Woah! Hey... so sorry... I'm..." Martin saw a face poke over the tattooed shoulder. It was not the face of a woman. He was turning bright red, but Martin distinctly saw orange hair, freckles, and the face of a hot young guy who was taking it up the ass. he didn't see the face of the top... but he saw the bottom. And Martin smiled, making the guy blush even harder. "Sorry guy's I'll get out of your way", he said. The two guys didn't budge, didn't move. Martin thought of the blond guys cock deep in the ass of the red head, and got a little hard. He grabbed his stuff from the locker room and walked up to his office still wearing his work out clothes, but covering his crotch with his gym bag. He was positive his hard on was poking through, and that a wet stain would form within seconds. Sure enough when he got to his office, he saw precum leaking through the slippery material. He went into his private bathroom and stripped slowly working his cock into a full erection. Martin also realized it was his first time jerking it at work. He closed his eyes and remembered those guys. He had been so close he could smell them. He fantasized on the eyes of the red head, the look of pleasure and embarrassment in his eyes. He remembered the tattooed guys tight ass, cheeks clenched, like he was cumming inside him. His hand jerked frantically as he remembered the sights and smells of secret locker room sex, and he felt his balls begin to contract and his loins burn. Without letting go of his cock, he leaned over to the toilet and shot a load right inside, hearing the splash! as each thick load hit the water. With a contented smile, he squeezed the last few drops in and laughed to himself. Live porn, he thought. And right here in the building. Martin shaved in his office bathroom and put on his suit. It was only 6:45AM, but he decided he might as well begin the day. He sure wasn't going back to the gym just yet. Those guys needed some privacy. He spent the early morning looking over some potential staff resumes. He needed a body guy, and the White House had recommended one person in particular. Martin called him to arrange an interview for later that week, and while he was hanging up the phone the receptionist came in. "Mr. Blunt, there are two of the Secretary's security detail here to see you. They say it's urgent. Should I show them in?". "Sure. Bring them in", Martin replied, standing up and putting on his jacket, slightly concerned about this unusual visit. If it from the Secretary's office, it must be serious. Tim escorted in the agents. They were of similar size and build, 6'0'' and lean. Both looked to be in their late twenties, wearing earpieces and military buzz cuts. They had dark suits and sober ties and, as was their M.O., wore stoic and serious expressions. Martin eyed them curiously. One he had never seen before. The other, a red head, looked at Martin nervously. Without letting the receptionist catch on, Martin nodded in recognition. One by one they extended their hands and introduced themselves. "Good afternoon, Mr. Secretary. I'm Agent Jeff Forrester." "Agent Hank McGuire, Sir. Apologies for this sudden meeting and appreciate your time." "Please, officers, sit down. Can I offer you something?" "No, sir." "No, sir, thank you". Martin sat down. "Thank you, Leslie. Please close the door and no interruptions." Once the receptionist had left the room, Martin looked at the two nervous agents. "What can I do for you?", he asked, trying not to laugh. Boy, how embarrassed these guys were. Hiding behind their rough exterior and their multiple fire arms, Martin knew they were just regular guys in trouble and were incredibly uncomfortable and slightly afraid. He wasn't going to make this hard on them. That's not Martin's style. If anything, he understood their plight. Agent Forrester spoke first. He had a slight southern accent, and his blond hair was cut so short he looked almost bald. He had brown eyes and a square jaw and barely opened his mouth when he spoke. "Mr. Secretary I do believe we owe you an apology and an explanation. First the apology. Sir, the Diplomat's gym is for your Secretary's use only, and we should not have been in there. We have access cards to the entire building and, well, sir, we abused that privilege". "Agent Forrester, I think that's the least of your worries", Martin replied with a slight smile. "Sir, we didn't mean for anyone to... well... ", he lowered his voice to a whisper "see, sir", Agent McGuire continued. McGuire was a true ginger, pale skin, orange/red hair, green eyes and freckles. He was more nervous than his colleague, and fidgeted in his seat. "We thought we were alone." "Clearly" Martin said wryly. "What's going on with you two?" "Sir?" McGuire asked. There was an awkward pause. "I don't think we quite know what you mean, sir", Forrester declared. "Here's how I see it, guys. You are dating and you don't want anyone to know for several reasons. For starters, I'm guessing you are both former military, maybe still on reserve duty. And you would get dishonorably discharged if anyone discovered your relationship. Am I right?" The two agents responded in unison "Yes, sir". "Also, your current roles on the Secretary's security team prohibits any form of interoffice dating, correct?" "Yes, sir". "Yes, sir". McGuire was slower to answer. He was beginning to have his doubts of this situation and the nerves were making him almost nauseous. He was quick to offer an explanation. "Sir, if I may speak candidly", he said, leaning forward on the couch addressing Martin with an almost pleading face. "Sir, we've been together for over a year, since we both finished our tours with Marine Corp and applied for this position. You're right, sir, we are both still reservists and we would be court martialed if our Commanding Officers found out. And we'd lose our jobs here, sir." Agent Forrester extended his arm in front of his boyfriend in a gesture of "Relax, I'll take care of it" and "Stop saying so much, idiot". He spoke less passionately than his partner. "Sir, we are truly sorry for this morning's disturbance and we will be more careful." McGuire jumped back in, not content with Forrester's simple formulas, "We've tried hard to keep it a secret. Thing is, sir, we hardly ever see each other. We both live in group houses and can't afford to get a place together. I just got back from 2 weeks on overseas assignment and so this morning was the first time we'd seen each other in a while." Forrester continued, "I know we've put you in a difficult situation, and well, I'd like to ask..." McGuire blurted out "Don't tell on us". There was a few seconds of uncomfortable silence, McGuire's face turning as red as his hair. Forrester looked down, processing the trouble they could be in. Sadly for them, they had not yet realized who they were talking to. "Please, sir", Forrester said calmly. "Please keep this quiet". Martin looked at them with total compassion and sympathy. "Guys", he started, "Do you think I'd ruin two men's lives over antiquated rules? Don't worry, gentlemen. Your secret is safe with me." "Seriously?", McGuire exclaimed. "You won't tell!" "No, I won't tell." The agents breathed a sigh of relief. Martin could tell they wanted to hug but were afraid to show any affection in his presence. "But you do need another plan. Don't go back to the locker room. Or have sex any where here at work. It's too risky." "I know, sir. It will never happen again.", Forrester responded, his voice softer and less tense. Martin had a thought. He knew his face looked pensive, and he could see the young agents staring at him, wondering if he had reconsidered or was plotting something. After few seconds of respectful silence, he spoke, knowing he was in trusted company. "You know, guys, I understand the position you are in. I had a boyfriend I loved once, and we could never be together. And I know how hard it is to not be with the one you love." "You mean, you sir, are..." McGuire started. But Forrester interrupted. "Someone like us. Thank you sir, for sharing that. Makes me trust you even more." "I live on Capitol Hill. And I've got a big house with a great guest suite. Even a walk in shower for two. If you guys want, come over Friday night. I'll be gone until Saturday morning. Then you can take me to breakfast and tell me what it was like to spend the night together without having to hide in a sub basement." Forrester and McGuire were dumbfounded. They only hoped to not get in trouble, they couldn't believe it would end with an offer at a virtual bed and breakfast. "You mean that, sir?" Forrester asked, first time showing any sort of smile. "Would be a treat for me, just knowing you guys can be together", Martin replied. "Wow. Sir, I mean, we had heard that you were really cool, and I was hoping that you would just keep quiet. But this is just awesome. I mean... you're awesome. Thank you, Sir!" McGuire said enthusiastically. Martin wrote down his address and they made plans to meet at his house at 5pm on Friday. He wanted to go to his house on the Chesapeake, and this was a perfect excuse to get out of town. Just thinking of those two guys able to be together without fear made him happy. he laughed to himself that someone might as well have sex in that house since he certainly wasn't. He shook their hands and escorted them out the door noticing their posture was higher and their faces more radiant than before. When they left, Martin noticed a few of the staffers huddled around a desk laughing. "What's so funny?", he asked, slightly nervous they might have heard. "Sir, those guys are so hot!". Martin just smiled. "I wonder if they are single?". Walking back to his office he called out "Don't know. Didn't ask." He should lie. They were definitely not single.