Date: Tue, 21 Aug 2007 19:28:47 -0700 From: Joseph Farrin Subject: THE GOVERNOR'S SUCKESSFUL CAMPAIGN My name is Joey Corbin; my dad raised me after my mother died when I was five years old. We live in a small town 30 miles from the State Capitol where my maternal Grandmother also lives. Although I live with my dad I spend every holiday as well as every school vacation with my maternal grandmother, Katherine (Kate) Townsend; she is almost a legend in this state. My Grandfather, considerably older than Grandma, was a multi-millionaire from extensive oil and mining interests. Grandma spoiled me rotten. She also knew I was gay before I knew myself. My father never did know as I never had sex even once in my home town – Grandma had lectured me that small towns were infested with gossip mongers that made it their business to know everybody else's business – especially their sex escapades and she absolutely wouldn't tolerate that kind of publicity about her family. Grandma certainly wasn't against gays, though. For that matter, her attorney, Jim Burley, is gay, as are a small group of acquaintances, all professional men, in their forties or fifties, that she invites to dinner occasionally on Friday nights and then goes night clubbing with, bar hopping as she calls it. I had my first sex with Jim, who is 36 and cannot honestly be described as fat, or heavyset, or a body builder. Then he's not skinny either. I can tell you he concentrates on keeping in good shape. He belongs to an athletic club and works out for two hours every day starting at 5AM. He always dresses extremely well and in good taste, which adds to his appearance. My very first time happened one summer afternoon after I'd just gotten home from a matinee at a downtown theater, when the butler opened the door and said, "Mrs. Townsend just phoned; she's going to be 60 to 90 minutes late getting home from a board meeting. Mr. Burley is in her study watching television if you'd care to join him. Whether Grandma had confided in him or asked him for counseling concerning me, I didn't know, but he was sure being extra special nice to me and just being alone with him in the same room and knowing he was gay was making me so fucking nervous that my dick was moving around in my pants as though it were trying to escape. One thing led to another until he said, outright, "Kate told me you're gay. Did she tell you I was?" I nodded to indicate that she had. He asked if I'd like to see his. I nodded again and he told me to come over and stand in front of his chair. He took it out and told me to feel it if I wanted to. Besides being the first man's cock I'd ever seen, it was rock hard, stuck straight out from his unzipped fly and was as clean and strong looking as everything was about Jim. It was also huge, or looked that way to me. He said, "Feel it if you want to." I neither needed nor waited for a second invitation and as I felt it, mouth hanging open and eyes ready to pop out of their sockets, Jim was going crazy, too, pushing a hand up one leg of my shorts, trying to get into my jockeys, I was as desperate as he was. I wanted him to see it. I wanted to feel him playing with it. My shorts had an elastic waist, so I stopped feeling him up just long enough to reach down and, with one fast move, push both my shorts and my jockeys down to my knees. I'd heard about it but was still totally surprised when he bent forward and put my four-inches in his mouth. It felt so warm and slippery wet in there that it shot off all by it's self without being jacked. I didn't even have time to warn Jim but he didn't seem to mind. In fact, I thought he must have liked it because my dick started juicing almost right away and he grabbed my butt with both hands so I couldn't pull it out. He left it in there for a long time without saying even one word until after he pulledoff, looked at it and said, "I can't believe it! You've just let me take your young, sweet virginity. I'll never ever be able to repay you but I'll spend my life trying. I love boys. That meant more to me than I can ever tell you." He sounded so sincere I really think he meant it that I was the first boy that had ever given him a load while he was sucking cock. As I've told you, this was my first adventure into sex but it was obvious to me that Jim was hotter than a firecracker by far. Even feeling it I could tell that his cock was so swollen, so hard that it must be seconds away from blowing and with him waiting to see my Grandma there was no way he'd want her to see juice stains on his pants or to leave her a note that he had to cancel the meeting so I rose to the occasion. Since there really wasn't a choice, not that I wanted one, I did what Jim had just done, I dropped to my knees and took the head of it into my mouth a half second before it started pouring his sex juice out his piss slit." Jim's reaction was full of love and praise as he put his hands on each side of my face and called me loving names that I never thought one male ever called another. About half an hour later and before Grandma opened the door, we agreed to somehow manage to do it again. When I first did it with Jim I was 13 and relating it to you now has given me a hard-on. By the time I was two years older, or 15, a lot of shit had happened. First my dad remarried and it was decided, without consulting me, that I'd be better off and happier if I were to live year round with my Grandmother. It worked out that way, too. Then Grandma had to go and die on me. If it hadn't been for Jim, I don't know what I'd done. I'll think about her and miss her every day for the rest of my life. She died on January 15th and was buried, without funeral, in the exact center of a 100 by 100 ft. square, grass plot surrounded by a 6ft. high, trimmed hedge, that was, about 150 feet from the rear of the house, well within the estate grounds and visible from my second floor bedroom window. But I've got to back up here, or I'm going to get ahead of my story. Her mid January death followed her annual Holiday Open House by exactly one month. It was at that event that I met the States' Governor, Hugh Sexton, 23 years old, the youngest person ever elected to the office, nearing the end of his first year in office. And of all places, I met him as we were both hurrying toward one of the few first floor men's rooms, both trying to beat the other to the doorknob. I'd been in the receiving line between Grandma and Jim, all dressed up in a custom tailored tuxedo (monkey suit) and Grandma had introduced me to him and his wife, a small, stunning blonde. But, I still couldn't believe it when he said, "Joey, we better go in and use it together or one of us will have an accident here in the corridor." I reluctantly, almost afraid to, got mine out and had trouble starting a stream after I'd stepped up to the side of the toilet nearest the wall. Reluctance and fear didn't come into the picture though while I was copping a look at the Governor's large, uncircumcised cock as he pulled the foreskin back to uncover his bulbous cockhead before he started to piss. It wasn't smooth looking like Jim's but was really rugged and masculine with a lot of veins showing just under the skin after it began erection. And that was not all; there are lots yet to come. When his stream dwindled then stopped, he, like most men, shook it to get rid of that last remaining drop, then to my amazement, stroked it until it was semi-hard and he was sure I was taking it all in. He smiled, said "Nice to have met you again, Joey." OK! OK! I know you're going to say, "That's bullshit." I couldn't believe it myself so I wandered around until I found Jim and told him what had happened. "Joey let's step outside on the rear terrace so I can smoke a cigarette." Outside, it was cold, so Jim hurriedly told me that he didn't want to get into Kate's vault tonight to show me some old records but to believe him when he said Kate had divvied up six million dollars the first time and nine million the second time to keep Mr. Governor's teenager molestation cases out of the news media, deleted from police records and to placate the parents of the boys. Both occurrences had taken place last year during his campaign for office. He was so fucking horny he couldn't keep his dick in his pants or his hands off boys' private parts until election was over. "Why would Grandma do that?" "Sexton had previously agreed to look kindly on oil and mining interests if she'd help him get elected. The whole thing was about to go public just as he was ready to announce his candidacy for Governor. Now I have a question. Did you like what you saw?" "Oh Jim, it was so big and masculine looking I can't describe it." "Strange isn't it; he's got a real cunt splitter and he likes boys? Let me ask, are you really interested in it?" "Sure, but what does being interested get me?" "Besides the money I mentioned earlier, Kate practically financed his campaign. Your grandmother owned our dear Governor Hugh Sexton and as her sole heir, you own him now, lock cock and balls." I thought he was pulling my leg and told to quit teasing me, He replied, "I'll set up a meeting with him." Then Grandma took ill and we both forgot about it. Then, one Friday, Jim phoned me that Hugh had phoned and wanted an appointment at 3PM, so tell the secretary to leave at 2:30 and take the rest of the day off (the usual routine when he showed). She knew the Governor demanded that his meetings be strictly private. When the butler showed him in, Jim asked if he was going back to the office. He said no, so Jim offered him a drink, which he accepted. During the meeting they both had another one. After small talk he expressed mild surprise at my presence so Jim explained as sole heir I was the new boss but he had to advise and approve all my decisions until I became 21. You could see he was a bit ill at ease as he explained that he was here to explore our thoughts regarding helping him in the next election in November – he was already doing some preliminary planning as election was just ten months away. "That seems like a wise move." Jim replied and then continued. "Before we get into the next election, though, I have a few things I want to talk about. This past year only one mining issue came before the legislature. You promptly informed Kate of it and she said she was for it – it was related to mine safety. So, you did OK on that. But you've done nothing, Hugh, about paying back the money we put out for your molestation misadventures." Hugh looked at me and was noticeably embarrassed. "But that's OK, Hugh, I've figured out a way you can even up the score, if you think you're going to want our help the next time, or should I say, if you're going to get it." "Anything, Jim, anything." Jim pushed his chair back from the desk and told us to follow him. He locked the door to the corridor, took us into the bathroom, opened a door to a closet full of linen, grabbed two towels and two washcloths, reached way to the back of a drawer in the vanity, found a key and unlocked another door, reached inside and found a light switch then told us to follow him. He led us up a metal, circular stair to another door that opened into a long, narrow room with a huge window that matched all the others in the house. I later learned that it was above the vault that Jim had mentioned the night of the Holiday Open House. There was a single bed with a colored sheet and lots of pillows piled at one end. I had no idea the room was there and from the Governor's expression I knew he didn't either. Jim put the towels and washcloths on a towel rack beside a washbasin and said "Hugh, when Joey says it's OK both of you can come back down.There are coat hangers on the clothes hooks on the back wall. The Governor spoke for the first time, "What the hell is this all about, Jim?" "Nothing, Hugh, nothing, yet at the same time, everything, absolutely everything." Jim set a pint of Jack Daniels, on the washbasin vanity, opened a drawer in the vanity, pulled out a plastic glass and sat it beside the Jack Daniels and left us alone. I don't know which of the two of us was the most embarrassed; Hugh poured himself a drink and added some water to it, then spoke first, "From your looks and demeanor, Joey, I'd say you're as surprised as I am; I have only one question, if we do something will it be with your consent?" They say deeds speak louder than words so I walked over and started unzipping his pants as I replied that I did condesend. "Joey, you take the lead for a while so I can get an idea of what you want to do, then I'll take a more active role, because I am interested." I undid the button at the waistband of his dress pants and he managed to get his shoes off, stepped out of them and kicked them under the bed then put his pants on a hanger and his coat over them, turned and told me to take his shirt and tie off. At that point I spotted the bulge in his underpants because it was erecting and working it's way out one of the leg openings in his boxers. Seeing it poke out really got to me so I pulled the leg of his underpants up until it was totally exposed. Like I'd watched him do in the men's room I put a thumb on top and a forefinger on the bottom and moved it back to expose his head – he told me to push it still further back. I did and knew why he told me to, it caught behind the rim of his cockhead and stayed there until he climaxed and lost his boner after he'd shot a load Now I'm ahead of my story. Once naked, except for his socks, he took my clothes off, got on his knees and took my boy cock into his mouth, guess he now had an idea what I was interested in – enough anyway to know it was sex. In fact, we were now into it and he not only realized that but also that he had a hot teenager that was hot for his big pussy fucker. He was sure different than Jim. He just closed his lips around my cock and held it, motionless, in the warm most dampness of his mouth as his hands roamed my naked body in circles. Using both hands, he raised them up my sides, under my arm pits and then up and back down over my shoulder blades, under my arms again to my nipples, down across my stomach until his finger tips touched my pubic hairs, then he began pulling on them – to see if they were fastened – or so I assumed but who can explain all the crazy things men do when they're sex crazed out of their minds and their cocks are in command. But who cares – all of it's good. Once he got down to sucking cock he made me blast off before I wanted to (I wish I knew how to cure that problem.) He didn't kiss me; he didn't start up a conversation. He just pulled me down onto the bed as he, too, rolled over onto it. I could hear his heavy breathing and it dawned on me that he was not interested in love – he was just interested in sex. Next I realized that was OK, too, probably for the best. Sex with him is what I was wanting too – really bad at the moment. "Joey, just lie here, I'll be right back". He got up and poured another drink into his glass. I wondered if he had an alcohol problem. At that time he didn't but by the end of his second term he was beginning to. Back in bed, he explained he was having another one hoping it would delay his climax. He'd been playing it cool for a year so was really was hot but still wanted to make it last as long as possible." "Hugh, I think Jim half-way looks on this as punishment for you." "Likewise, but don't worry and don't talk. Let's do it and then talk. For right now just roll over on your back in the middle of the bed and push one of those pillows under your head." He threw a leg over me and on his knees scooted up until his cock was right in front of my face. It looked monstrous being so close, and, honestly, despite the fact that I'd just climaxex I'd never been so hot in my life. It was the first time I'd ever been cock teased and for that reason alone this sexual encounter was one I'd never forget. Hugh must have read my mind because he said "Joey, I want to tease you until you're so hot you'll think you can't stand it. If I can do that with a cute young boy like you, it will make me so hot I'll be able to come twice once you start working on it." Like he'd done to me with his hands, he started doing again with his big, hard bone of man flesh – dragging it up my stomach, across first one and then the other of my nipples, fucked my left arm pit, dragged it slowly across my throat to my right arm pit, raised himself up higher so he could rub it across my cheeks, over my eyes, then back and forth across my upper lip and then across my mouth. I kept looking at when it was in sight and that bulbous cockhead seemed to get bigger and bigger. Suddenly he got off the bed, on to his feet and said, "I want to sit on the edge of the bed; get up and onto your knees and service it!" By now I was dying to wrap my lips around that bulb and flick the tip of my tongue up and down his piss slip. I concentrated on his dickhead for a while until I slowly sucked his shaft down my throat and started the muscles in my throat contracting as though I was gulping down a glass of liquid. That really got to him because he said, "Damn, Joey, you're fantastic, I've never had a cocksucker do that to me before". That gets tiring after a while so I started moving up and down on his shaft and over his head. I knew it was called "sucking cock" or 'sucking a guy off" but I liked to think of it as orally masturbating a cock. That got to him, too. I felt the canal along the bottom of his dick enlarge and his cum pouring down it, so I stopped to do, as Jim had told me, let the man enjoy his cum. He said he hoped to come twice so I pulled off and jacked him off fast and hard. He shot off quickly the second time and I was rewarded with my second big load from the States Top Gun. Relaxing before dressing, he said, "Joey, to answer your earlier question, I realize Jim thinks this is a punishment for me but it sure didn't turn out that way. Do you want to do it again as often as we can arrange it?" Back in the study, Jim didn't have to ask if I'd had a good time, he could tell by my expression, so he turned to Hugh and said, "Whatever happened while you two were upstairs, was just your first payment, I guess you understand?"