Date: Fri, 22 Jun 2012 20:15:39 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jon D <playbuddy123@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Senator's Boys - 3  (Revised)

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The Senator's Boys

Chapter 3

Jayden hurried out the door after the boy. The kid was well down the block
before he caught up and came alongside. "Hey, slow down. Please? I just
want to help."

"I've heard that before," the boy said sullenly. Popping the top on his
soda, he took several large gulps. "Look, you already got your money's
worth, so you can get lost. All you get for ten bucks is a blowjob."

Jayden reached out and pulled the kid to a stop. "Listen, you don't have to
be on the street and living like this. I can help."

"What are you? Some kind of mommas' boy do gooder? Think that if you help a
street kid you'll get to heaven?"

Jayden got flustered and blushed. The boy had hit close to home. "No, I'm
not a do gooder, well, not exactly, but I work for a powerful guy and I bet
he can help."

"Let me guess, a state representative? A senator?"

"Yeah, a senator."

"Been there, done that," the kid said with attitude and started walking
again.

"Okay, at least let me get you something better than soda and chips to
eat. I'll buy pizza or something."

The boy slowed down.

"You won't owe me a thing," Jayden quickly added.

The kid seemed to consider the offer. "Don't get your hopes up. I'm not
gonna suck you off for a couple of slices of pizza."

"Like I said, you won't owe me a thing."

The guy hesitated. "Okay, pizza, but that's it."

Jayden relaxed. He really wanted to help the kid, and getting him to trust
him, even a little, seemed like a good first step. "By the way, I'm Jayden,
Jayden Templeton."

"Taylor Brooke," the kid mumbled.

* * * *

Taylor was wary of accepting help from a stranger. He'd been burned too
many times to let his guard down. But, this kid seemed like he might be
different. Still, Taylor didn't feel comfortable talking too much.

The pizza arrived and both boys ate in silence.

"Are you still hungry?" Jayden asked softly when they'd finished.

"No, I'm good," Taylor answered with an embarrassed look. He knew he'd
eaten more than his share.

"I'll buy more," Jayden offered.

"No thanks," Taylor took another sip of his soda.

The two looked at one another. Taylor wondered if Jayden was as
uncomfortable as he was. They didn't have a lot in common.

"Have you been on your own for long?" Jayden asked.

"A few months," Taylor whispered.

"And you, like, do stuff for food money?"

"I don't do stuff! I suck cock," Taylor said sharply. "You really want to
know about me? I'm a faggot cocksucker."

Taylor saw Jayden's face turn red. He hadn't intended to say what he did,
but he hated bullshit. "Tell it like it is," he'd learned long ago. He'd
just said what his father had said to him when he was thrown out of the
house. From the look on Jayden's face, it was language he wasn't used to
hearing.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like it sounded," Jayden apologized softly. "I
only wanted to know how you managed to get along."

It was quiet for a moment. "Yeah... I do stuff," Taylor mumbled.

"Where do you sleep?"

"Wherever I can, there's a basement I can go to if I don't have any other
place."

Taylor watched as Jayden seemed to think things through. "So, who do you
work for? You're a page right?" Taylor asked softly.

"Yeah, how did you guess?" Jayden seemed surprised.

"Your hair has a fancy cut, you're about the right age, and you were in the
state house crapper. If that wasn't enough, you look like a fucking virgin,
it all adds up, you had to be a page."

Jayden blushed again. "I work for Senator Bishop."

Taylor stiffened.

"What?"

"That's the fucker that put me here!" Taylor spat out.

"Senator Bishop?"

"Senator ass hole fucking Bishop is more like it," Taylor grunted and stood
up.

"No, don't leave," Jayden pleaded.

"Like I said before, you got your money's worth."

Taylor headed for the door and didn't look back.

* * * *

Jayden wasn't in any hurry to get back to the dormitory. There was a lot to
think about. The idea that Senator Bishop was somehow responsible for
Taylor being on the streets was not only confusing, it was almost
unbelievable.

The senator seemed like such a nice guy. Jayden couldn't imagine he'd do
anything that would put a kid like Taylor out on the streets.

"There's got to be more to it," Jayden reasoned. "I'll ask Patrick."

* * * *

Taylor sat in the warm bath and slowly scrubbed several weeks of dirt
away. The water felt good. He wished he could have a bath every night. He
lay back and rested his head on the edge of the antique claw-foot tub. It
was the centerpiece of what looked like a newly-renovated bathroom.

"There's a clean robe on the hook," the man said from the other side of the
door.

"Thanks," Taylor said softly.

After having pizza, the kid from Senator Bishop's office had asked a lot of
questions. Taylor found himself growing angry. Angry that the son of a
bitch senator had abandoned him just like his parents. He was angry at
being on the streets, and angry that he didn't have a decent bed to sleep
in.

"Need a place for the night?" the guy had asked.

The guy's car looked expensive, one of those black sedans that practically
shouted that he had money. It had been slowly moving down the block as
Taylor walked.

Taylor stopped and took a step toward the curb. The man stopped the car.

"Might be interested," Taylor replied.

"I'd make it worth your while," the man said with a leering look.

"Two hundred and fifty," Taylor offered. He wondered if the guy would go
for it.

"The whole night, and we do everything," the guy counter offered.

"No rough stuff, and nothing kinky." Taylor knew some guys were into weird
shit.

"It's a little bit of a drive," the guy said.

"Doesn't matter to me."

Taylor slipped inside and pulled the door closed. The seats were rich
leather and the car smelled new. He took a look at the wood accents and
that sealed it. "I should have asked for more," Taylor thought as he
buckled his seatbelt.

The house was at the far edge of town and the entire neighborhood looked
upscale. Taylor wasn't surprised that the place was immaculate. "A neat
nick," he thought as the forty or so year old man led the way to the
bedroom.

"You'll need to get cleaned up," the guy said, making it clear it wasn't
negotiable.

Taylor stood at the bathroom door as the man got out a new bar of soap, a
clean towel, and shampoo. He reached under the sink and pulled out two
small cardboard cartons, "Use these first," the guy put the disposable
enemas on top of the towel. "I like my boys clean inside and out."

Taylor closed and locked the door as the guy left. "What a way to make a
living," he sighed as he undid the buttons of his shirt and tossed it to
the floor. His beat-up sneakers were next, followed by his jeans and
underwear. "Well, at least I'll be able to get some better shoes," Taylor
mused as he reached for the first enema.

* * * *

The robe was soft. Taylor not only felt clean, he felt like a new kid. He'd
even found some aftershave in one of the cupboards. As he put the robe on
he wondered if the guy was one of those that liked to lick boy's chests and
nipples. He hoped that he wasn't. He didn't feel in the mood for it.

The man was in bed when Taylor stepped into the room and the guy was naked.

"You won't need the robe anymore," the man said softly.

Taylor undid the sash and the robe dropped to the floor. He walked over to
the bed as the guy looked at every inch of his body. It was part of the
deal. "It was a nice bath," Taylor thought idly as he crawled under the
covers. The bed was silky soft and felt nice. "I'll ask for another bath
before he takes me back in the morning," Taylor decided.

* * * *

Taylor closed his eyes as the guy wrapped his arms around him. There was
some pawing and kissing; the guy seemed to really enjoy putting his tongue
in a boy's mouth. Taylor didn't resist.

After a bit, the man moved on to other things. Taylor took in a breath as
the man started to use his tongue someplace else. Taylor couldn't think of
anything else that felt like a tongue on your ass hole. Face down and with
his legs spread, the guy had pulled his cheeks apart and was eagerly
licking his hole.

"Fuck, that feels really good," Taylor thought dreamily. Usually he was the
one that had to use his mouth, but this time it was different. This guy was
doing something Taylor had had happen to him only one other time in his
life.

"Put it in there," Taylor moaned softly, "eat me out."

The guy pulled his cheeks open a bit more, pushed his tongue through the
ring, and part way inside. Taylor loved it. "Wiggle it," Taylor moaned. The
guy was driving him nuts.

"You must be new to this stuff, your hole is really tight," the guy
grunted. "Most street boys are stretched wide open."

"I don't usually do ass stuff," Taylor moaned, then pushed his butt up
against the guy's face. "How about you quit talking and get back to work?
Come on, let's see you fucking eat me!"

The guy held onto the boy's cheeks, and picked up where he'd left off.

Taylor loved the feel of the man's tongue as it moved up and down his ass
crack and then teased his ring. To be honest, Taylor didn't look forward to
getting fucked. He'd rather just suck guys off. But sometimes he really
needed the money. Guys paid more for a piece of ass than they did for a
blowjob. On a rare occasion he'd been lucky enough to actually get paid for
being the top. Some guys just liked a young kid to slam 'em. "Yeah, fucking
is better than getting fucked," he decided. But that wouldn't happen
tonight. Tonight, the cock was going up HIS ass.

Taylor grunted when the guy roughly shoved his finger into his butt and
started to work his hole. "Hey, go easy," Taylor said, annoyed. The guy
pulled it back out and added some lube.

Yeah, he was gonna get fucked, but he wasn't going to let the bastard hurt
him. Taylor jerked when the guy stuffed it in again and gave it a hard
twist. "Two hundred and fifty bucks for this? Yep, definitely should have
asked for more."

* * * *

Taylor was on his hands and knees waiting for the main event. The guy had
eaten him out for maybe a half an hour and then had none too gently
fingered him. Several times though, the finger had accidentally managed to
hit the one spot that even Taylor had to agree felt good. As a result,
Taylor had gotten hard.

At seven inches, the guy getting ready to ream his ass was about average as
far as length, but when it came to width, he was bigger around than
most. Taylor looked over his shoulder as the guy rolled on a condom. He
looked hard as fuck.

"Put your head down and spread your legs."

"Some guys really get off seeing a boy ass up waiting for it," he thought
complying with the guy's wishes. He could feel his nut sack hanging
low. With nothing else to do, Taylor reached for his cock and gave it a
stroke.

A half a minute later the head of the man's dick was rubbing against its
target. Taylor took a deep breath and tried to relax his hole. The guy
wasn't especially long but he was kind of thick. Taylor knew he'd be in for
a ride.

"Okay, kid," the guy said. "Time for some fun." He started to push forward.

Taylor tried to think of something, anything, besides his butt hole; but
the problem was when a cock is being jammed into your ass, that's where
your mind always wants to go. In this case not only did his mind go there,
but it seemed to be telling it not to yield. The more the guy pushed, the
more Taylor's ass wanted to resist.

"Come on, let me in," the guy said with a grunt.

Taylor wasn't sure if the guy was talking to him or his ass hole. Once
again Taylor tried to relax. This time he was a little more successful, the
thing nudged in just a bit. The guy pulled it back and rocked forward, and
a tiny bit more managed to get in. A few more tries and finally the head
popped inside.

"Oh shit," Taylor whimpered softly. His ass immediately clamped down on the
alien thing as the guy tried to push it deeper.

"Like it?"

"No!" Taylor complained.

"Doesn't matter," the guy groaned and pushed a little harder. He eased some
in, pulled back, and then fucked in a little further. "Damn, you got a
tight hole."

Taylor's ass was really complaining. It felt like a telephone pole going up
there. Though he had to admit, he'd never tried taking one of those. "Might
be easier than this," Taylor thought as the guy's thing slid deeper and
deeper.

He felt the head spread his insides as it fucked in and out. The shaft
filled his rectum. Head down, and ass up he was being impaled on the
thing. He was helpless.

The guy finally hit bottom.

"Oh shit that hurts," Taylor whined.

The man paused briefly and then started a slow push and pull. Taylor had
been right, the thing felt way bigger than any dick he'd ever had
before. It felt like he was really gonna get reamed. In the morning he knew
it'd be even worse. His shit hole would be red, puffy, and very sore.

"Fuck, my dick looks nice in your ass," the guy said with enthusiasm when
he'd stuffed it all in.

Taylor grunted. As the guy held him by the waist and started to fuck
harder, he knew that tonight he'd be earning every penny. Taylor's face
slid forward each time the guy's cock slammed in, and the guy was just
getting started.

The two fucked for about ten minutes and the guy didn't show any signs of
slowing down.

"Hold on," Taylor whined, "stop for a minute."

The guy stopped.

"Put some more lube on it."

The cock in his ass made a squishing sound as the head pulled free. Taylor
was relieved, his ass felt a lot better.

"Stand up," the guy said a minute later after lubing himself.

Taylor crawled off the bed. With a nod from the guy he pulled a couple of
pillows under his stomach and bent forward. His ass out and his chest flat
on the bed, Taylor felt his legs pushed further apart.

"Oooooh," Taylor grunted as the fat dick slammed all the way up his butt in
one shove.

Once again taking Taylor by the waist, the man pounded harder and faster.

"Much better," the guy groaned as he drilled the boy's ass.

"For you maybe," Taylor said to himself.

The dick in his butt settled into a predictable rhythm. As it did, Taylor
let his thoughts drift. "Yeah, the guy could have his ass, but he couldn't
have his mind." As the sound of fucking filled the room Taylor thought of
the days before all of this; the summers swimming at his family's country
estate and their vacations. He thought of how he'd been loved. That is,
until his folks had found out about the sex and had thrown him into the
street.

The guy maneuvered the head of his cock from side to side, slamming in one
way and then another. Taylor grunted each time. Then, after maybe five more
minutes of hard fucking, Taylor felt the guy's cock rub against that good
place.

"Oh shit, yeah, do it again just like that," Taylor whimpered.

His cock had started out hard, but then had gone soft, now it started to
perk up again. Taylor stroked it.

"Yeah, fuck me man, fuck my ass."

The dick in his rear end was feeling better. The steady rub against his
love bump drove him crazy.

As his cock started to throb, Taylor closed his eyes again. This time
instead of trying to forget what was going on in his ass, he focused on
it. He zeroed in on the dick as it slid in and out, exploring his butt. The
feelings grew the more he thought about what the guy's cock was doing to
him, how he was getting fucked with it. It felt like it was almost all the
way in there, going deeper with each thrust. He found himself getting
horny. It was just like those times in high school when he'd hoped one of
the soccer team guys would notice him. Just the thought of being seen by
one of the cute guys had been enough to turn him on. He'd jerked himself
off time after time with that fantasy. Now a guy had not only noticed him
but had brought him home.

"Starting to like it, aren't you?" the guy groaned, not slowing down.

Taylor found he couldn't help himself. It was true; he was starting to like
it, and WANTED that cock up his ass. He needed to be fucked, and fucked
hard. But he didn't want to give the man the satisfaction of knowing it.

"Come on, take it," he thought as he pushed back on the thing, "take my
fucking ass! Shove that thing in there!" The thumping sound increased as
the man drove into the kid harder and harder. Taylor was really into it
now, and hoped that the fuck would go on for a long time. "Fuck me," Taylor
whimpered.

With his hand busily stroking himself, Taylor couldn't believe how amazing
it felt each time the guy slammed his dick up his butt. So good in fact,
that the good feelings were starting to build. He felt a familiar stir in
own his dick; his nuts were getting ready to do their job.

"Pound me," Taylor begged. He'd said it out loud, no longer caring what the
man thought. His ass wanted fucked and fucked hard.

The guy responded with several brutal thrusts.

"Oh shit!" Taylor moaned. "That's so good," he whimpered. "Fuck it hard!"

The man seemed to be getting there. His breathing was labored and raspy.

Taylor felt his legs weaken. Bent over the bed as he was, he just let them
collapse, putting his weight on his chest. He held onto the pillows as the
guy lifted his legs off the floor and spread him wider.

"Fuck," Taylor thought as the cock went in further, "this is even better."
Taylor still tugged on his dick, but it was awkward now that he was lying
on it. He pushed it forward into the pillows and thrust as fast and as best
he could. He imagined the pillows were another boy's ass cheeks. He dreamed
of fucking another boy as he himself was being fucked.

The grunts, groans, and noises of sex grew louder.

Taylor felt the moment approach. The unrelenting assault was now propelling
his emotions. The magic was building. The cock in his ass reamed him again
and again and he loved every thrust, every fucking inch of it. Then the
thing rubbed him inside in that wonderful place. "Now!" his mind
screamed. "Now!" He held his breath and jacked for all he was worth. At the
same moment the guy grunted and started to rabbit fuck. They were both
cumming.

Taylor felt the surge and three enormous shots of cream shot from his pee
slit. His cock pulsed and he'd felt wave after wave of good feelings as the
stuff squirted out. It made a huge fucking mess on the sheets. Taylor
didn't care, he was caught up in the feelings of one of the best cums he'd
ever had.

More grunts, more groans, and both boy and man finally finished.

As Taylor slowly caught his breath, he felt the guy lower his legs back
down onto the floor. With his feet settled on the ground, Taylor
relaxed. He was still hugging the pillows and bent over the edge of the
bed, but it was now over.

"Damn, you're one hot little fuck," the man said and took in a
breath. Slowly he started to pull his dick out.

Taylor opened his eyes as the softening penis slipped out. His asshole felt
sore, and the lube spread all over made his butt feel nasty.

"I need a shower," Taylor said softly as he stood up.

"Okay," the guy said, pulling the condom off and flopping down on the
bed. "It'll take me a few minutes to rest up."

Taylor headed for the bathroom. Looking over his shoulder, he asked, "How
many times can you do it in a night?"

The guy smiled. "With a fuck hole like yours? Probably four or five."

Taylor turned away. "Damn! Now I know for sure I should have asked for
more!"

* * * *

Jayden spent most of the morning trying to figure out how he was going to
ask Patrick about what happened between the senator and Taylor. Whatever it
was had landed Taylor on the street with no other way to earn money except
sucking guys off. But there was never a slow moment.

By afternoon, Jayden wondered if there'd ever be a time he could get
Patrick off to the side. Just when he thought he might manage it, either
the senator called Patrick into his office or Patrick gave Jayden a new
task.

"Maybe tomorrow," Jayden thought as he headed toward the cafeteria for
supper.

* * * *

"Serve drinks at the senator's country house?" Jayden wasn't sure if
underage pages were allowed to do stuff like that.

"The first Saturday every September the senator holds an event in honor of
the Braemar Gathering. It's his way of staying in touch with his Scottish
heritage."

"What's the Braemar Gathering?" Jayden asked.

"It's a 900 year old tradition, sort of like the summer Olympics. The clans
gather and play games. They have a tug of war, and both `Heavy' and `Track'
events."

"And he wants me to serve drinks?"

Patrick smiled. "He always chooses two of the new pages. This year it's you
and your roommate Ricky."

"Okay, I guess so, I mean if it's all legal and all."

"Don't worry about that, the only people that are invited are old friends
of the senator. There's even a few from old Scottish families."

"How do we get there?"

"I'll pick you up in the morning. Oh, there's a costume he'd like you to
wear. It'll be delivered to your room this afternoon. I'll stop by and help
you with it."

* * * *

Jayden pulled the top off the clothing box and froze.

Ricky started laughing. "I opened mine just before you got here. I just had
to see the look on your face."

"You could have warned me," Jayden sulked.

"I didn't know if you'd ever seen one of those before. I never did."

"A kilt? He doesn't really expect us to wear these does he?"

"How the hell should I know? You're the one that works for him."

Jayden thought of Patrick's words to him on his very first day. `If you
really want to impress the senator, just show him you're willing to do
whatever he needs done.'

"I guess it won't be that bad," Jayden sighed.

* * * *

True to his word, Patrick showed up at the dorm early the next
morning. "This goes here, and that goes there." Patrick fussed and got both
boys squared away.

"This feels so weird," Jayden complained.

Patrick smiled. "I did it three years in a row."

"What did you do to tick him off?" Ricky tugged on the somewhat short
skirt.

"Actually, I was one of his favorites," Patrick chuckled.

* * * *

As the city faded in the rear view mirror, the view out the car window got
better and better. The countryside was green and lush and the traffic
receded. Jayden flipped the switch on a remote and the small TV screen came
to life. The limo had all the usual gadgets and a few unusual ones as well.

"When will we get there?" Ricky asked.

"Another forty minutes," Patrick was finishing up some paperwork. "So you
guys know what to do?"

"Yeah," both boys answered. They sounded like they were offended to be
asked for the third time.

"We take the drinks from the bartender, carry them on trays to the guests,
and be good ambassadors for the office."

"And do the Hors d'oeuvres." Patrick winked.

* * * *

The car came to a stop in the circular drive and everyone got out. The
sound of Bagpipes was clear and loud coming from the rear of the house.

The boys grinned.

"Oh no, what's this?" Patrick was fussing again.

"What?" Jayden looked down to where Patrick was pointing.

"Those, that's what?" Patrick pointed again.

"My boxers?"

"The senator is a stickler for authenticity. You can't wear those. Not
showing like that!"

"But this thing is too short, of course they're going to show.!"

"No they're not!" Patrick said firmly. "Get them off."

"Are you kidding me? Take off my boxers?" Jayden was stunned. "I won't have
anything on underneath!"

"Exactly! That's authentic."

"No way, nope, not gonna do that," Jayden stammered.

Patrick gave Jayden a stare that could have cut through ten inches of
steel.

Jayden's eyes dropped to the ground. "Why doesn't Ricky have to?"

"Because whatever he's got on isn't showing," Patrick said curtly.

"Briefs," Ricky snickered.

"Well?" Patrick gave Jayden another wilting look.

Jayden seemed to be wrestling with the idea.

"All right," Jayden grumped. "I'll be out in a minute." He climbed back
into the limo.

* * * *

Jayden carefully carried the tray of drinks over to the small group of men
seated in lawn chairs under a sprawling oak tree.

"Thank ya laddy," the man grinned broadly as he took a drink. "Yer outfit
is spot on with the argyles and garters."

"Thank you, sir," Jayden carefully reached down and offered a drink to
another guest. For the last two hours he'd been extremely careful not to
bend over too far. Not only was the damn kilt short, but it was also
scratchy. He couldn't wait for all this to be over and to get his clothes
back on.

The party was nearing the end when it happened. Jayden was offering a tray
of Hors d'oeuvres to several guests that were chatting with the
senator. The gust of wind came out of nowhere and `bam' Jayden's full ass
was on display.

"Oh my," the senator exclaimed and immediately pushed the wayward garment
back down, preserving much of the boy's dignity. No one it seemed had seen
a thing.

Jayden, however, knew his face must be red. "Shit," he thought, "just
great, everybody got a shot of my ass."

Just at that moment the senator reached for something from the
plate. Jayden felt the senator's hand smooth the fabric down in back but
then his hand lingered. "Don't worry," the senator whispered in Jayden's
ear, "No one saw a thing," he said reaching under and patting him on the
left butt cheek.

As Jayden met his eyes, the senator gave him a playful wink and then copped
a feel!

* * * *

Taylor had soaked in the tub one last time before the man delivered him
back to the street corner. Taylor had gotten his money and a twenty dollar
tip.

"Here, get yourself some new shoes," the guy had said.

"Like twenty bucks could buy anything."

Taylor started walking down the street. The two fifty would help; food
money, a little for shoes and maybe some jeans. Taylor felt things could be
worse. "And maybe I'll even buy a traveler tonight," he thought, "if I have
to sleep in the basement, might as well get drunk."

He walked a bit further, reached back, and scratched his ass. "Fuck that's
sore," he mumbled.


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