Date: Wed, 7 Dec 2011 19:25:49 -0800 (PST) From: First Chance Subject: How Martin Blunt Learned to Live Chapte9: Martin in Heaven How Martin Blunt Learned to Live Chapter 9: Martin in Heaven Martin reclined in the bathtub laying against Jon's chest. The hot water soaked into his skin, and Jon's legs were wrapped around his body. He had never felt so good, not in his body and in his soul at the same time. Jon continued to run his hands over Martin's shoulders, down his arms, back up, down his side, across his chest, feeling the solid chest muscles and the taut stomach. He had pushed Martin's head to the left giving him better access to his right ear which he slowly nibbled and kissed with soft, gentle flicks of his tongue. Martin could feel Jon's stiff cock rub against his back as he rubbed his hands down Jon's legs massaging his calves. They didn't speak. Hadn't spoken for almost a half hour. There was no need. With the soft lighting and the steam rising from the tub, the sounds of trickling water and delicate splashes created an ambiance too perfect to ruin with words. Earlier that morning Jon checked out of his hotel and brought his luggage to the Conrad. Martin was happy just to see Jon hang his clothes next to his own. For how long he wanted a lover to move in. And not just move in to his house, but move in to his heart. They spent that day walking around Brussels, returning after lunch for a nap (which never happened since they engaged in more oral sex. Martin forgot how good it was to have a lover's cock in his mouth, and discovered the pleasure of taking his load. He had told Jon how much enjoyed the previous night, and how he had never had someone do that to him. Jon asked if he had ever taken a load in the mouth, and Martin admitted he hadn't. "But I'd like to try", he said with a grin. And, for a first time trying, he did well. Jon smiled at him as cum ran down his cheek, pushing it back up to Martin's mouth with his thumb, happy that his new lover wanted to try that for his sake). After a wonderful dinner of mussels and duck with 2 bottles of expensive Bordeaux, they returned to Martin's hotel room where Jon suggested a relaxing soak in that enormous bathtub. While he continued to lick Martin's neck, Jon had taken a bar of soap under the water and began rubbing it around Martin's cock and balls. Martin loved to feel him fondle his sack, loved the feel of his hands lightly stroking, touching the tip of his cock, rubbing his thumb around the ridges of the head. Carefully, Martin worked his hand around Martin's leg and softly ran his finger across Martin's taint. Martin gasped slightly. Sensing his comfort, Jon placed his finger tip on Martin's anus and gently, delicately probed the rim. "Have you ever done this?", Jon whispered in the ear he was licking. "No", Martin whispered back. Wanting to be truthful (he had his dildo, right?) he corrected himself. "Not with a person." "You know I'd never want you to do something you don't want." "I know. I want to. With you", Martin whispered back. Still kissing Martin's neck and ear, Jon took the bar of soap and first running his finger through it, he carefully pressed it against Martin's hole again, this time a little deeper. Then deeper again, a little deeper. Martin could feel his cock rising even harder, poking its head out of the water. Was tonight the night he finally lost his virginity? That virginity? He knew there was no one he had ever met before or could ever meet again who Martin would want to do this with. He let Jon's finger enter deeper and stay inside his hole and turning his head around as far as he could, he kissed Jon behind him. This was his permission: do it. Make love to me. While they kissed Jon had gotten and entire finger inside Martin's perfect, manly ass. He was so eager to be inside him. "Let's do this in bed", he said. They quickly dried each other off poorly, too eager to be together in bed to care if the sheet got wet. They would just get wet again... Martin grabbed the lube from his dildo bag and ran to the bedroom, jumping on the bed, Jon jumping after him, his stiff cock bouncing off his chest while he ran. He laid on top of Martin, continuing to kiss him deeply, kissing down his neck and chest, licking the perfect trail of ab muscles that led to his belly button, greedily taking his cock into his mouth and swallowing deeply. Martin pulled away saying "I don't want to cum just yet and you're making me close". So hot... he had barely touched him and this stud was already at the point of shooting. Jon pushed himself down on the bed, put his head between Martin's muscular thighs, lifted his ball sack, and ran his tongue against Martin's asshole. Martin jumped and his leg kicked involuntarily. He had never felt that before. Was that his tongue? Again- same sensation! Martin let out a load groan. Jon loved it. He really had never had someone down here before. Wasting no time, Jon grabbed an ass cheek in each hand, spread them open wide, and dove in deeply, tongue deep inside his ass. It tasted so good, like Martin, manly, rugged, sexy and warm. Jon could taste the natural lube inside, and licked greedily at the hole. He had to hold Martin like a fish out of water flapping in the boat. Martin was in throws of ecstasy, thrashing about on the bed like possessed person, as Jon alternated his tongue and his fingers. His hole was so eager for cock. He applied lube generously on his fingers and inserted them inside his ass making sure his lover's virgin hole wouldn't feel any pain. Suddenly he stopped and looked at Martin. "Baby, I don't have a condom". Shit. Neither did Martin. But this was Jon. He could trust Jon. "Come here", Martin commanded. Jon crawled up the bed and lay next to him. "I've trusted you with this secret of mine. I will trust you with more. If you think I can." Jon leaned over and kissed Martin softly. "You can trust me. Always." "I want you to make love to me." Jon returned to his position between Martin's legs, looking at this perfect specimen laying on his back. That ribbed body, that beautiful skin, that gorgeous hair hanging below his eyes, still wet and slightly curly. He applied lube to his dripping, stiff cock, opened up Martin's legs, grabbed Martin's hips holding him in place, and put the tip against Martin's anus. Slowly he put pressure on the tight, contracted muscle. Martin closed his eyes and let his ass relax. His dildo was larger than Jon's cock so he knew he could take it. Slowly he felt Jon's tip enter, and then gradually the shaft. The sensation of the pressure behind the thrust was so different than his dildo. He pulled Jon on top of him. Staring deep into his eyes he felt Jon enter him more deeply. It hurt. It felt incredible. When Jon's cock touched Martin's prostate, Martin let out a soft whimper. And Jon kissed him. A gentle, delicate kiss. A kiss of lovers. A kiss of tender love making. Martin wrapped his arms around Jon's back and crossed his legs around Jon's waist, surrendering to him completely. He felt Jon's hips slowly move back and forth, and the length of Jon's cock sliding in and out of his asshole. Martin almost wanted to cry it felt so good. His breathing was intense. "Ohh...Jon...it feels so good. You feel so good inside me..." he said panting. Jon was tender with him, his thrusts were slow and soft. He was taking a lover, he was making Martin his own. Martin's stiff cock slid between their stomachs coating them both with precum. Jon's balls against his ass- he was in completely. He grabbed Jon's ass and pulled him closer. He wanted Jon in even deeper. "Stay right there. Just stay there", he exclaimed feeling the fullness of Jon's cock inside him. Jon lifted Martin's legs, grabbing a hold of each under the knee, and pushing them back bending Martin in half. He put his shoulders against them, keeping Martin pinned down, lifting his ass higher in the air. Then with is hands free, he grabbed Martin by the wrists, and pinned his arms back against the bed. He licked Martin up his neck, over his mouth, touching the tip of his nose with his tongue, all the way up to his forehead. Again and again he licked Martin's face , holding his hands above him, using his weight to keep Martin pinned to the couch while his hips gyrated faster and deeper, thrusting his throbbing cock in full strokes into his ass. Martin moaned aloud, unable to find any words, unable to think, only feel. Drops of Jon's sweat began to fall on Martin's chest until finally Jon could take no more. "Martin... I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum baby", he panted. "Cum inside me", Martin whispered. Jon put his head back, released Martin's arms, and grabbed him at the waist, holding on for dear life as his thrusts became more aggressive. "Oh.. yyy...yyyeea.....yeaahh....YEAH. Oh Martin. OH!", Jon cried out as his seed pour forth. Martin could feel the explosions and his insides fill up with Jon's warm cum. "Don't pull out", he whispered as he reached for his own cock. But Jon brushed his hand away, and he grabbed Martin's dripping wet hard on, still gently pumping his extremely sensitive cock inside Martin's loving ass. Martin didn't last but 10 seconds. Feeling Jon's cock inside him, knowing he had poured out his cum, seeing his sweaty body turn slightly pink from the workout, his eyes looking down with total trust, he let himself release in Martin's soft hands. The first shot was massive, spraying a thick stream of pure white cum that landed on Martin's chin. So did a second. Feeling the thrust of Jon's cock and the jerk of Jon's hand bring him to an orgasm he'd never known possible. When Martin stopped shooting, Jon release his cock and slowly pulled out of Martin's ass. Crawling up his cum soaked torso, he laid on top of his lover and rested his head on his chest. Slowly their breathing unified, and their bodies rose and fell together as the smell of life permeated the room. Martin kissed Jon on the top of his head, so glad he was the one who made him feel like a man for the first time. Th rest of their mini vacation was just as magical and romantic. Martin had made love to Jon and was really turned on by how hard Jon liked it. Seemed that no matter how aggressively he slammed his raw 8 inch cock, Jon begged for harder. Every position, in the shower, on the floor, over the couch the two had made love several times in a short period. Their bodies had perfect chemistry. They were ying and yang, not just in size and hair color and skin tone but in every way possible Martin and Jon complimented each other. So of course Martin wasn't eager to fly back that Sunday. It wasn't just that a perfect vacation was coming to an end, but that he was returning to reality. He'd go back to the bank, back to his routine, back to his empty bed. That was the worst part. Though it had only been 4 days, what he felt for Jon could only be described as providential. He felt whole, he felt healthy, he felt good about himself and who he was. Jon made him feel free. He was like an extension of Martin himself able to understand, empathize and relate to everything he said before he even verbalized it. The thought of not being with Jon every day hurt him. But Martin knew in his heart Jon was the one. And some day they would be together forever.