Date: Mon, 5 Dec 2011 19:34:22 -0800 (PST) From: First Chance Subject: How Martin Blunt Learned to Live Chapter 8: At the Conrad Hotel How Martin Blunt Learned to Live Chapter 8: At the Conrad Hotel "Wow, your bank takes good care of you", Jon remarked as he entered Martin's expansive room. Martin smiled. He knew his hotel room was pretty sweet. He always stayed in great hotels. He thought it was the best way to ensure rest while traveling and one of the perks of achieving success. Martin also thought it was kind of sexy that Jon, who was older, was impressed. "Mind if I look around?" "Feel free. I'll see what they've got in the mini bar" replied Jon opening up the fridge. Jon walked around Martin's elegant room, running his hand over the couches and pulling back the curtains to see the view. His room was at The Conrad, one of those wonderful "grand dame" hotels of old Europe with detailed woodwork, parquet floors, rich draperies and real oil paintings on the walls. This was a suite, and oddly configured, a split level with sitting area below and the sleeping area several steps up, almost creating a loft like effect. Jon ventured up the stairs to check out the rest, and Martin was glad he felt so comfortable. Above, the king sized bed was framed with a heavy damask canopy and spotted with silk tasseled throw pillows. Jon picked up one of the pillows and felt it's softness as he poked his head in the bathroom. It was very large and clearly a recent update given its sleek, contemporary design. It had been refinished in shades of beige and white with mosaic tiles on the floor and walls. It had an enormous rectangular infinity soaking tub, clear vessel sinks and a separate walk in rain shower. Still holding the pillow, he felt Martin approach him from behind. Jon felt silly, admiring this guys bathroom and messing up his bed. "Hey they didn't have much in terms of booze so I ordered up a couple bottles of wine," said Martin "Wine is good. Sorry, I shouldn't be nosy. This is really nice. You do well for yourself!" Jon admired. "Nah just good luck", he said humbly. They returned to the sitting area and talked about how they got started in the business and where they saw their careers going. A bellhop brought two bottles of a recent Rothschild vintage and they sat on opposite ends of the same couch, slightly angled to face each other, shoes off, feet up, talking effortlessly like they had known each other since childhood. Opening the second bottle, Jon made an aggressive change in the conversation. "So how is it that a great looking guy like you isn't married?" "I could ask you the same thing!", Martin teased. "No recent luck for you?" "No, in fact I just got out of something a little while ago. It wasn't very long. 10 months or so. But it just wasn't, you know, anything special. It was kind of boring. I dunno, it just wasn't right." "How was the sex?" Martin was glad he wanted to go there. "Eh, fine, I guess. She was always interested in it, so at least I was getting some. Nothing great." "Yeah, sometimes I just prefer to watch some porn and jerk off." "Yeah, sometimes it's just bad," Martin said slightly shocked and aroused that Jon admitted to jerking off. "Sometimes you're looking for something, and it just doesn't happen. And you begin to wonder if you are the crazy one. I can't tell you how many times I've asked myself why I make it so complicated. If you find what you are looking for, just go after it", Jon said affirmatively, while he poured them each another glass. "Funny thing is that sometimes I don't know what I'm looking for..." Jon looked directly at him. "I think I'm in the same boat" he said moving closer to Martin and putting his hand on his leg. Martin looked down at that hand resting on his thigh and felt his crotch twitch. "Is this OK?", Jon asked. "Yeah", Martin replied, looking up and making eye contact with Jon. His felt his heart began to pound harder. Jon reached out caressed Martin's cheek, staring into his eyes and smiling. Martin looked into Jon's soft blue eyes and saw trust and acceptance looking back at him. He felt... safe. Jon could feel the rough stubble of Martin's 5 o'clock shadow as his thumb traced the contours of his full lips. He ran his fingers through Martin's hair, and cupped the back of his head, slowly bringing it closer to his own. It was a soft, gentle, almost shy kiss they shared, lips barely touching lips. When Jon slowly withdrew Martin still had his eyes closed which Jon found innocent and yet, sexy. Martin was a romantic kisser. Jon drew Martin in closer again, for a deeper, more passionate kiss and pressed his tongue against Martin's lips, forcing entry, and working his way into his mouth. Their bodies moved to lay flat, Jon laying on Martin, as the kiss continued. He could feel Jon's breathe in his mouth as their tongues danced. Martin let his hands hold Jon's chiseled face, feeling his soft skin, his short hair around his ears, rubbing down the back of his neck and resting on shoulders. Jon turned Martin's head to the side and licked down his jawbone, slowly, deliberately tasting his skin, nibbling on his earlobe, licking inside and behind his ear. Martin groaned and his body twitched as he felt Jon's tongue lap at his earlobe while Jon explored his body, caressed the contours of his chest the the outline of his pecs. He worked open one of Martin's shirt buttons, then a second. Finally he had Martin's shirt unbuttoned and could see the tightness of his body through the tee shirt he wore underneath. He sat Martin up and pulled off his dress shirt and tee shirt. He paused to admire Martin's body- like he had just unwrapped a perfect gift on Christmas morning. His olive skin was warm and glowing, his trimmed chest hairs were enough to be masculine and sexy. He had perfect semi circles under his pecs, perfect line down the center of his ripped stomach. Jon longed to have his tongue trace every line on that body. "Man you are beautiful", Jon said softly, letting his finger tips slide down Martin's chest. He pushed Martin back into a reclining position on the couch and pulled off his own shirt and sweater in one quick motion. Though not muscular like Martin, Jon had a fine body. He was lean without any body fat or flab. His skin was pale, soft, slightly freckled. If he had any chest hair it was too blond to notice. Jon lay back down on Martin feeling chest on naked chest, their skin warming each other, as Jon took to worshiping Martin's nipples. Large, dark, pulled tight from the muscle, perky, Jon flickered his tongue against it then carefully, delicately nibbled it with his front teeth. Martin felt the shot of pleasure and pain as his sensitive tits received so much attention. Jon loved to feel Martin react, to feel his body contract and respond to touching, licking, nibbling. His own cock wanted escape, trapped under his own body weight and rubbing against Martin. Jon stood up and unzipped his pants, pulling them and the black boxer briefs he wore off and tossing them on the floor. He quickly removed his socks and stood before Martin. Gorgeous Jon completely naked, erect, exposed. All for him. Martin stood to remove his own pants, but Jon's was quicker and got his hands on Martin's waist first, unfastening the belt and button. He could feel the bulge of Martin's thumping cock as he slowly he peeled back the fly, pulling down his trousers leaving Martin in just boxers. A large wet precum stain had formed. Jon knelt down on the floor and helped Martin step out of the pants. He took off Martin's socks, then sat back and admired his physical beauty. Martin stared down at him, watching as he leaned forward, took one of his legs by the calf, and lowered his face down to his foot. He felt Jon's tongue lick the top of foot the glide between the toes. Martin sat down on the couch as Jon picked one foot up lovingly, and brought it to his greedy mouth, putting the toes in his mouth and sucking gently. Jon's eyes were closed and his face was peaceful and transformed as he ran the arch of Martin's foot across his mouth, forcing it open, leaving a trail of saliva from toe to heel. Jon kissed his way up Martin's calf, then ran his hands under Martin's thighs, under his boxers, caressing the very beginning of his ass. Jon's head was between Martin's knees, and he turned left and right and softly kissed the inside of the thighs, the knees and gently nibbled on the skin. He leaned forward to the precum soaked boxers, and licked at the stain in long, slow laps, drinking the precum through the cotton of Martin's underwear. Slowly his hands grabbed the material and Jon pulled Martin's boxers down. An 8 inch cut cock, oozing with precum down the pelvis and groin popped out and greeted Jon who took it in both hands. Jon lifted the cock and lowered his head down under to inhale the scent of Martin's balls. He took one in his mouth and worked his tongue around coating it with his own saliva while the shaft of Martin's cock rubbed against his face. Martin let out an audible groan as the sensation overtook him. Jon breathed deep through his nose; and something about that deep, noisy breathing and the crackling sounds of Jon's saliva as he inhaled his testicles turned Martin on fiercely. He felt a steady stream of precum pour out of his cock and land on Jon's face. Like bubble gum on a shoe or a walking through a spider web, the more Jon moved while he sucked Martin's balls, the more lines of precum would land on his face, across his nose, down his cheek. Holding Martin's cock in his hand, Jon looked up at Martin. Their glance was one of passion, of virile and manly self awareness and understanding. Still staring into his eyes he gave Martin's cock one long, slow pull, and milked out a large drop of precum which began to pour out of the slit in an unbroken stream. He lowered his head and caught the stream on his tongue, then raised his head until his precum full tongue was touching the tip of Martin's cock. He closed his mouth around the very tip and swallowed deeply, closing his eyes and groaning in Epicurean delight. That precum which so many girls rejected was a delicacy for Jon. He continued this a few more times until his mouth and throat were full of the thick liquid, then he took Martin's cock and slowly inhaled it, cupping his balls with his left hand the whole time. Jon made love to the cock, breathing, swallowing, inhaling the musty odors, tasting the juice that came out of the slit, running his tongue around the ridges of the head. Martin felt his legs shake as he moaned with passion never having felt such detail, such desire to perform oral sex. He looked down at Jon's head, bobbing up and down, working his cock with complete pleasure. He saw Jon's cock hard pulse and knew this was no chore; Jon himself was deriving as much pleasure as he was giving. He gently stroked the back of Jon's head, behind his ear, down his neck as Jon continued to worship his cock. "You taste so good", Jon mumbled as gripped Martin's cock firmly, licking up along the shaft, running his tongue under the rim of the head, squeezing out drops of precum which he sucked off and swallowed. Again he inhaled the entire cock, buried his nose in Martin's bush and moaned with delight. Martin could feel his cock clamped down inside Jon's throat. Jon began to pump Martin's balls. Martin could feel that unmistakable fire in his loins. Jon was pushing him over the edge. "I''m going to cum", he said as his foot began spasmodically to tap and his legs shake. Jon sucked harder and more deliberate. "I'm going to cum!" Martin said louder, but Jon kept going. "Jon I'm going to cum! JON! JON!" Martin was in throws of ecstasy and confused- he said he was going to cum- there was no time- pull out or I'll soak you. He tried to pull away but Jon kept sucking harder and deeper and "AAAH AAHH AHHHHHHHHH!" Martin almost shouted as he felt shot after shot of cum explode into Jon's mouth. Jon gulped and swallowed, pumping Martin's balls as he consumed every drop of the first squirt, the second huge one, the third burst- there was so much cum! Jon inhaled it all, feeling it hit his throat, tasting it on the back of his palate. His lips were tight around the shaft sealing in every drop. Finally the river stopped flowing and Martin's breathing slowed and his shaking subsided. Jon gently sucked the final, sweetest drops of cum from his softening cock. After a few moments when Martin landed back on the earth, he opened his eyes and looked down at Jon kneeling before. He was gently stroking his own bright red cock, he head resting on Martin's lap. Martin leaned forward and brought him closer for a deep kiss. With his tongue deep inside Jon's mouth, he could taste the remnants of his cum, and feel Jon beginning to climax. He wanted to kiss Jon while he came, and he held on tight to his face and locked his tongue with Jon's, feeling his breathing turn to pants. He could hear Jon's moan begin to quiver, sense the swiftness of Jon's strokes and his body start the tremble. Suddenly, Martin heard Jon moan as he felt a splatter against his leg, once, then again, then again while they kissed. Jon was shaking and and let out a few gasps into Martin's mouth as they continued to kiss. Jon leaned back and looked at Martin. "You are amazing", was all he said. Still on his knees, he put his head down and began to lick up the cum streams. He start with the drops the landed on Martin's foot, then slowly licked his way up his ankle, the full length of Martin's massive calves and the rest of his leg. He did this quietly and methodically, sensually rubbing Martin's leg muscles. When he finished feeding, he looked up at Martin who had watched in silence. Martin stood up, outstretched his hand and lifted Jon to his feet. He held Jon's hand and led him up the stairs to the sleeping loft, and put him in his bed, crawling in beside him. They kissed for several minutes, Martin laying on Jon, feeling the few drops of cum leak out of their spent cocks, the stickiness against their stomachs. Jon explored Martin's muscular back, his lats, worked his way down to grab Martin's plump ass which he squeezed gently as they locked tongues in slow, soft kisses of passion and intimacy. Finally Martin, exhausted from their first sexual experience together, rested his head on Jon's chest and closed his eyes, feeling Jon's tight embrace. He marveled that they had not spoken in almost an hour, yet he was certain their communication had been perfect. He'd just met this guy and had already achieved a level of silent understanding and emotion connection which words often encumber and disturb. How perfect Jon was. In his arms he knew he could sleep, and live, in acceptance. It was almost too good to be true.