Date: Tue, 29 Nov 2011 14:45:38 -0800 (PST) From: First Chance Subject: How Martin Blunt Learned to Live Chapter 5: A Night to Remember Thank you for the many emails and comments. I appreciate all the feedback and welcome even more! -JJ How Martin Blunt Learned to Live Chapter Five: A Night to Remember Agents Jeff Forrester and Hank McGuire arrived at Martin's house at 5:15 on Friday evening. He greeted them wearing khakis, a long sleeve navy polo shirt and loafers. Just inside the door sat a duffel bag with his car keys on top. He was not sticking around. "Come on in, guys", he said smiling broadly waiving them inside. The agents had come straight from work and were still wearing their dark suits. They each carried a camouflage duffel bag. "Good afternoon, sir. Thanks again for this invitation", Forrester said, extending his hand to greet Martin. "Hello, sir. Good to see you again", McGuire said, visibly excited with a big smile and bright, lively eyes. He was more animated than his partner, more talkative and expressive. Martin noticed how they complimented each other well. "OK, no more of the 'sir' stuff. You guys are in my home as my guests, and here I'm just Martin.", he said patting McGuire on the back. "Thanks, Martin", McGuire said. "It's awesome you invited us over like this. You know I'm still so grateful that you are so cool about this whole thing. If someone else saw us, well things could have really ended differently." "Like I said, I know where you guys are coming from. And you all just deserve a break." Martin took the couple on a quick tour of the house showing them the guest room and the kitchen and the bar that was fully stocked, encouraging them to drink anything. When Forrester asked "Anything?", Martin assured him that the really good stuff - like his 30 year Macallan- was locked somewhere else. That made them both laugh. After the tour, the trio ended back near the front door and Martin made ready to leave. "Well, I don't want to be in your way any longer than necessary", he said picking up his keys and grabbing his bag. "Just lock the door before you go to bed. And I hope you guys like Thai food, because I ordered you some for dinner and it should be here in about 15 minutes. All paid for, just give the guy a nice tip." "Are you serious?", McGuire asked with a chuckle. "You even bought us dinner?" "Well, like I said earlier, you guys deserve a break", Martin responded. His smile was genuine and inviting and Forrester and McGuire developed a sense of comfort and ease like they had rarely felt before. "Thanks for everything, Martin. You've been really great and I hope one day we can repay the favor somehow", Forrester said. "Alright, gentlemen", Martin said looking around the room one last time before leaving. "I'll be back tomorrow around noon. Have a good night", he said with a wink. From the porch McGuire and Forrester watched Martin get into his Cherokee and drive off. When they got back inside, Forrester closed and locked the door. They were finally alone. "I don't think I can wait", McGuire said wrapping his hands around his boyfriend's waist. Forrester grabbed the back of McGuire's head and pulled him closer for a kiss. It was a loud, savage, almost sloppy kiss, the kind of kiss that has been waiting for hours, for days, and is finally able to be expressed. "This is going to get crazy", McGuire said laughing, with Forrester still kissing his neck. "You have no idea", he said seriously. "Let's just wait until the food gets here and we can eat later." "Can't wait that long", McGuire said, his hands pulling Forrester's shirt tail out from his pants. "Need you now". He pulled his boyfriend into the living room and sat him down in an arm chairs and knelt before him removing his own coat and throwing it on the floor. He unzipped Forrester's pants and poked his hand through the fly to grab a hold of his cock and pull it through. As soon as that cock popped its head out, McGuire had his mouth on it and inhaled deeply. Something about Forrester fully dressed getting a blowjob made it hotter in McGuire's mind. He looked up at his lover while full swallowing his 6 inch cock. It wasn't a huge cock, but it was just the right size for all of his holes. It would be getting special attention tonight. Forrester sat there, jacket on, tie still knotted tightly, his blond, almost shaved crew cut and severe military features staring back with his always serious expression. Through the opening of the jacket McGuire could see his holster and gun. He was a hot agent. McGuire continued to suck deeply, drinking the first drops of precum, ingesting the musty odor of a cock that spent all day inside. Forrester gently stroked the side of his lover's head feeling the stubble of his flaming red crew cut while he watched his boyfriend enjoy himself sucking his cock. "Fuck, Hank, that feels so good. You're amazing", he mumbled as McGuire began to moan, tasting his juices. He could feel the tightness of McGuire's lips as his mouth slid up and down along the shaft of his hard on, burying his nose in his pubic hair, feeling his chin press against his balls. Forrester knew he wouldn't last long. "Hank I'm going to cum", he whispered. McGuire reached up and grabbed Forrester's hands and put them behind his head, forcing Forrester to push his head down on that throbbing cock. He sucked harder. Forrester let out a large grunt "UGH!" as the first shot prepared to fire. DING-DONG. The doorbell rang. "Shit Hank I'm cummimg... I'm cumming", he moaned as his legs shook. The door bell and sound of the delivery man only feet away behind the closed front door scared and thrilled him. McGuire closed his mouth tight sealing in every last drop of his lover's cum which he swallowed greedily. He continued to bob up and down, nursing the cock for more, jerking it with his lips and swallowing furiously as Forrester poured out days of cum down his throat. "Ugh! Fuck! Fuck!!" Forrester continued to pant as he shot his seed down McGuire's throat. He couldn't stop. His leg's trembled, his pelvis jumped off the chair as he shot and McGuire didn't let a drop spill. DING-DONG. The bell rang again. Then a knock. "Hello food delivery!" an Asian accent announced. He looked down at his boyfriend. McGuire was looking back at him, cock in his smiling mouth, brightness of life in his eyes, and he swallowed one final time. Totally calm he stoop up and wiped his lips of saliva and walked to the door. Forrester stayed seated and grabbed a throw pillow and covered his crotch. "Hi, sorry for the wait. Come in and let me get my wallet", McGuire said inviting the delivery boy into the vestibule. He looked over at a smiling Forrester, seated fully dressed, clutching a pillow. "Afternoon", Forrester said with a nod. The delivery boy nodded back and placed the bag of food on the floor. "Here you go. Thanks a lot. Have a good night", McGuire said, escorting him out. When he closed the door, he walked back to Forrester and knelt back before his lover. "You're a dick", Forrester said laughing. McGuire laughed, too. He removed the pillow and took Forrester's softening cock and, squeezing it gently, coaxed a few more drops of cum out. He let them coat his finger tips and then rubbed it on his lips. Forrester leaned forwards and licked his lover's lips, tasting his own cum and sharing a soft, romantic kiss. He could feel the strands of cum connecting their lips when they pulled apart, and he licked his lips clean to gather them up. "That was funny", he said. "And just think", said McGuire looking up at him. "It's not even 6 o'clock yet". Forrester smiled deviously. They made love several times that night, not including Forrester's lucky blowjob. Before eating dinner they took a long shower, and Forrester took his lover from behind under the streaming water. After unloading his cum in his boyfriend's tight ass, he knelt down before him and took a full facial, feeling most of McGuire's warm cum land on his face and head. McGuire rubbed his cum into the blond crew cut, making a sticky mess which made them both laugh. Later, after they cleaned up, they ate dinner in shorts and green standard USMC tee shirts in front of the TV watching one of the Matrix movies on cable. They had started to fool around on the couch, but Forrester stopped stating he was a little uncomfortable having sex in Martin's den. They went back upstairs to the bedroom and what began as foreplay oral sex turned into a fantastic session of 69ing. If only George Rollins had recorded this... not to blackmail anyone but to sell. He'd be richer than he could imagine. The sight of these two soldiers, their young, firm bodies, each buried in the others groin as they lay opposite each other on the bed... it was the stuff of great porn. Martin would be lucky to see a video this good. Forrester's back muscles popped and his tattoos, crazy green and red swirls and symbols and figures almost came to life as his body vibrated and shook while he sucked and was sucked. He licked from the tip of McGuire's pale, uncut cock, down the shaft, across the ball sack and in between his legs ending with his tongue inside McGuire's still gaping asshole. Again and again he tilted his head and stroked back and forth, tasting every pore and every crack of his boyfriend's crotch, hearing him moaned with delight when his tongue found the hole, poking in as deep as he could, still imaging the load he had dropped inside. McGuire remained focused on Forrester's cock, unwilling to take it out of his mouth while he pumped Forrester's nut sack hoping for another creamy load in his mouth. McGuire shot first, pouring his seed onto Forrester's face, who quickly popped the cock into this mouth to get some of his lover's juice. This made him cum, and soon they both had mouths full of cum and sticky faces. Forrester drew his boyfriend along side him, laying him on top of him. They kissed passionately, licking the cum off their faces, sharing it, swallowing it, tasting the love they had for each other. McGuire reclined on Forrester's chest, felt his strong, tattoo covered arms around his own chest in a tight embrace. After another shower and a little more TV, they finally went to bed, naked, interlocked, and peaceful. They had sex one more time in the morning before Martin arrived, again McGuire taking his lover's cock inside his ass. They lay in bed spooning, Forrester behind, slightly holding his boyfriend's leg up and out of the way of his thrusting pelvis. McGuire reached back with his free arm, holding Forrester close, feeling his lips all over his face. Forrester's strokes were swift and strong, and the bed shook violently while he packed his cock deeper and firmer into McGuire's ass. They grunted and moaned, tough Marine cries, as their bodies joined in passion and ecstasy. "Make me cum, make me cum!", McGuire moaned as he jerked his own stiff cock feeling Forrester's dick rub against his special spot in this position. Every thrust of Forrester's hips pushed his balls around, making them slap against his body, edging him further to the brink. Forrester couldn't last, McGuire's dirty talk and the tightness of his pink ass, the soft red hairs along the crack that tickled his shaft, he was ready to explode again. "I'm gonna cum", he almost whispered in McGuire's ear. "You are so hot I'm gonna cum!". "Give me the first shot! Cum on my nuts", McGuire ordered. "Aaah- aah FUCK!", Forrester pulled out and fired a first load of cum on his lover's balls and then frantically pushed his still shooting cock back inside McGuire's ass. "Fuck! FUCK!", he cried out as he resumed thrusting, pumping McGuire's ass full of cum again. McGuire moaned in delight as he could feel the squirting deep inside him. Forrester pulled out again and flipped his boyfriend onto his back. He pushed his body down lower on the bed and buried his head between McGuire's legs, lapping up his own cum from McGuire's balls. McGuire continued to jerk himself, feeling his boyfriend's tongue inches from his fingers as he stroked away, feeling the warmth of his breath and the wet of his saliva, seeing the fine sculpted tattooed shoulders and the soft fibers of his masculine crew cut buried under his crotch. "Damn baby you're making me... fuck! FUCK! AHH!", he screamed as cum began to fly out of his cock. Forrester continued to lick McGuire's balls while he shot and then grabbed hold of his boyfriend's cock and popped it in his mouth for the last bit of juice. He could taste his own cum, McGuire's cum, ass and balls all mixed in a sweet, salty, musty, masculine cocktail that made him feel alive. The agent didn't just enjoy sex, they loved each other and made the pr and post sex as much fun and enjoyable as the actual intercourse. Forrester and McGuire's relationship was special and misunderstood, secretive and difficult. They longed for a night like this one where they could be themselves, unafraid of "getting caught" or someone interrupting, and much more personal and human than a hotel room for the night. As they lay in each others arms before showering one last time before Martin returned, they discussed Martin, his understanding and kindness, and they vowed to help him out. If anything, they knew how hard it was to live in secrets. McGuire had a suggestion on a way to help him- one that made Forrester call him a dirty boy. Still, he agreed. Martin arrived right at noon and had sandwiches and salads for lunch. Again, the guys couldn't believe how cool he was, and admired his generosity and big heart. "You know Martin, we were talking, and if there is any way we can replay you, you just let us know", Forrester said. "And we mean any way", added McGuire, putting his hand on Martin's leg. Martin smiled. "Thanks guys. I'm OK for now, but who knows? Maybe someday I'll take you up on that", he said with a wink.