Date: Tue, 6 Nov 2012 14:44:17 -0800 (PST) From: Jon D Subject: The Senator's Boys - 9 Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and as such is a product of my imagination. It will include fictitious descriptions of sexual situations between teen boys and on occasion with an adult. No real world boys were involved. Any resemblance to actual people, places, or events is purely coincidental. If material of this kind offends you or you are not age eighteen or older, then stop reading this and find some other site. All others please enjoy! You are welcome to send comments or story ideas to Playbuddy123@yahoo.com The Nifty Archive is a great source of entertainment and it's free. It's worthy of your financial support. If you enjoy the stories in the archive please consider making a contribution, even a little bit helps. The Senator's Boys Chapter 9 Jayden had been in the shower when the hotel room phone started to ring. Frustrated, he stepped out, wrapped a towel around himself, and ran out to answer. The automated call told him it was his wake-up call. "Fucking computer," Jayden muttered and hung up. Glancing down, he saw there was also a voicemail message. He dialed the number and listened. It was Patrick, who told Jayden to contact the car service after he'd had breakfast and to come to the senator's Washington office. The car company already had the reservation, all the billing information, and would be waiting for his call. Jayden hung up the phone. He walked over to the dresser, dried himself, and dropped the towel on the floor. He opened the top drawer, grabbed some clean boxers, and then went to the closet. Picking out a shirt and slacks he tossed everything on the bed. After giving his nuts a scratch, he pulled his underwear on and finished dressing. An hour later he'd eaten and was on his way. * * * * The phone call from Carleton the previous evening had unnerved Patrick to the point that he hadn't slept more than an hour or two. He'd tried but couldn't manage breakfast so had settled for tea and toast. He'd made arrangements with the car company for Jayden, then made several urgent calls to friends of the senator to nail things down that Carleton had demanded, then he'd headed to the office. It was going to be a busy morning. Patrick never gave a thought to making a call to the senator. He knew Adam, the young `escort' would still be in the man's room. The boy was probably being butt fucked for the fourth or fifth time if Patrick knew the senator. "Been there, done that," he thought, remembering his early days as a page. The only difference was that Adam was getting four-hundred bucks an hour for what Patrick had given for free. Sitting down at a computer Patrick pulled up his private files. Carleton had made abundantly clear there were only two choices, and Patrick didn't like the one that led to jail. He used the email address Carleton had provided and systematically began sending him hundreds of pages of documents. * * * * At first glance it appeared that the senator's office was in chaos. But after studying the room for a moment Jayden saw that everyone had a task and was busy doing it. "What do you want me to do?" Jayden asked as he walked over to Patrick. "It's about time," Patrick said, somewhat annoyed. I need you to take that stack of files over there and scan them into the computer. Organize them; put them in separate folders and then burn the whole thing to a CD. "How do you want it labeled?" "There are notes on the bottom of each page. Use that same numbering system to make the individual folders then just keep everything together." "Okay, I can do that," Jayden said, heading for the documents. He paused and exchanged a look with Patrick. "Is the senator going to be here soon?" Patrick looked as if he knew something very interesting, but wasn't about to tell. "The senator's busy and will probably stay that way most of the morning. We're wheels up at fourteen hundred, so he'll probably head straight from the hotel to the airport." "Where are we going?" "Back home," Patrick said, and quickly looked away. Jayden wondered if all the activity and the sudden trip back home had anything to do with the unusual phone call that Patrick had gotten at dinner the night before. "Just get busy, we need to get these things sorted out so we can leave." "Yes, sir," Jayden said softly and got to work. * * * * The return flight was just as quiet as the one that had brought them to Washington. Patrick was in the same seat as last time, reading papers. The senator was in his favorite chair near the front of the plane. The private jet was immaculate and the crew attentive. The one odd thing though was the look on the senator's face. He seemed unusually relaxed, happy, and completely content. The deep worry lines were gone and he'd been uncharacteristically complimentary to the crew when he'd boarded. This was a side of the man Jayden hadn't seen before. Jayden closed his eyes. The drone of the plane's engines and an overly-large lunch combined to lull him toward sleep. * * * * After running away from the liquor store, Taylor and Ernie spent the night on the street. They couldn't find a place to stay that they felt was safe. They'd leaned against each other riding the subway for several hours but then had been kicked off the train around midnight. They'd walked around the streets until the sun came up, not trusting the dark. Once it was light, they found an alley with a stack of cardboard cartons waiting to be picked up by the trash collectors. They pulled the boxes around themselves and hid out, finally falling asleep around noon. The sounds of the city were loud, but the boys were so exhausted even that couldn't keep them awake. * * * * Jayden felt a hand on his shoulder and then he was jostled. His eyes came open. "Jayden, wake up. The senator wants to see you." "What?" Jayden moaned as he slowly came awake. "The senator!" Patrick said pointedly. Jayden looked around and realized they were still on the plane. He had no idea how long he'd slept, minutes, or maybe an hour? Jayden tucked in his shirt and walked forward. He wondered if the reason he was being summoned was because the senator wanted another blowjob. That was what had happened the last time they'd been on the plane and Jayden figured the senator must be about due for another one. "Take a seat," the senator said softly in a light and easy manner. He even smiled. Jayden sat, but his muscles were taught, he still didn't know what this was all about. He was worried that his mouth, or maybe his ass was about to be used as the man's personal cum dump. The senator reached for a thin stack of papers. "Patrick got these ready this morning," he said and settled himself back in his chair. "The last time we `talked' you said you'd be more comfortable doing your uh, job, when everything was in writing." The way the man emphasized `talked' and `job' made it clear he was referring to the time in his hotel room when Jayden had been resisting his advances. It hadn't taken the senator long to make a grab for his ass. Jayden still remembered the humiliating feeling of being face down and ass up while the senator shoved stuff up his butt. Jayden glanced over to the spot where the man was shuffling the papers. He didn't respond. "Patrick!" The senator called. Patrick walked over and stood by the small table. With a look from the senator, Patrick leaned down and put the papers in order. He then laid them out in front of Jayden, one by one. "This is your early acceptance letter from the college," Patrick pointed to a sheet with the name of an Ivy school clearly displayed. "As long as you continue to earn a three point five grade point average or better you're in. It also says that you have a full-ride scholarship." Jayden grew more interested. "This is a trust fund account in your name that you can draw on for other expenses. No questions asked." Patrick emphasized the last. Then, pointing to the final page, he said, "and this is the title to a new BMW convertible...in your name of course." Jayden scanned the trust fund balance and saw it was $100,000. The car was right up there in value as well. "Fuck, he really wants me bad." Jayden thought to himself after totaling the bundle. Combined, it was close to a quarter of a million dollars. "Sign here, and here, and here," Patrick said efficiently. Jayden looked up, but Patrick silently urged him to `get on with it.' Jayden signed his name in all the right places then sat back in the seat. "But I'm not eighteen; I'm not allowed to sign stuff." "This isn't a contract. This just shows that you know about these things," the senator said. "That's not our deal." Jayden said softly, squirmed, and bit his lower lip. "Carleton and I worked everything out this morning." Patrick picked up the papers and tucked them in a folder. The senator gave Patrick a curious look. "Carleton has done a lot of trust work," Patrick said quickly to the old man. "I knew he could speed things along." Looking back at Jayden, Patrick continued. "There's a judge that owes the senator a favor. He named Carleton as trustee for these matters until you're of age." "What about my parents?" "I called them and told them the senator had arranged for several very lucrative business opportunities for you. Your father said that he'd be happy to go along with whatever the senator suggested. Carleton emailed him some things to sign to put everything in place." "I'm glad I can rely on my contractor friends for a favor here and there," the senator chuckled. Jayden felt his face grow warm. "My dad just sold my ass and he doesn't even know it," Jayden thought and slumped back in his chair. As Patrick tucked the folder under his arm and started to leave, Jayden felt more alone than ever in his life. His asshole seemed to pucker even tighter. He knew that now that the papers had been signed he'd soon be taking the old man's cock up his ass. He felt a knot grow in his stomach. "Okay, business is over," the senator dismissed Patrick. "Here it comes," Jayden sighed to himself, expecting the worst. "You can go back to your seat as well," the senator stretched out his legs and relaxed. Jayden was momentarily confused and didn't move. "I had a long night last night," the senator smiled. "I think I'll just relax for a while longer." "Yes, sir," Jayden said hurriedly and walked to the rear of the plane. "Thanks, Carleton," Jayden thought as he settled in his seat. He wasn't sure what had happened to make the senator temporarily back off, but he felt sure that Carleton must have had something to do with it. Jayden went over everything once again. Whatever else might happen, at least now he had been accepted to a good school, had a full scholarship, living expenses, and a car. "Not bad for a summer internship." Still, he knew what the senator expected in exchange for his generosity. The only thing he didn't know was when the man would want to collect. * * * * Dinner was a stand up affair. Ernie had been hungry and Taylor was worried they'd burn through their money too fast if they went back to the diner for every meal. So their supper was a couple of hotdogs, a bag of chips, and sodas from a street vendor. The light was already fading when they tossed their trash into the can and started walking. "Now what?" Ernie looked up at Taylor much like a younger brother. "Ever been to the state capitol building?" Ernie shook his head `no.' "I know a place there," Taylor said, reaching for Ernie's few belongings. The guys walked on in silence. * * * * Taylor knew the capital would soon be closed up tighter than a drum. The doors would all be locked and the security detail would begin making their evening sweeps. The boys had to get where they were going before all that started. Ernie looked bewildered as Taylor held a finger to his lips to warn the younger boy to be quiet and then led him up and down stairs, around corners, in and out of doors, and finally to one of the lower levels. "Stay here," Taylor whispered, leaving Ernie in a shadow in one of the corridors. A moment later he was in the restroom. He looked under all the stall doors. Once he'd satisfied himself that the place was empty he went back to the outer door and motioned for Ernie to join him. "What are we doing here?" Ernie whispered. "It's okay, you don't have to whisper any more." Taylor smiled. "I come here to work sometimes. I know the routine. We'll be safe here tonight. Ernie looked around and then headed for a spot under the short row of sinks. He tossed his small bag of things down and then crawled under and rested his head on the bag. He pulled his legs up and curled into a ball. "I'll get the lights," Taylor said softly and turned them all off. He felt his way to the sinks and snuggled in close to the young boy. "Thanks for helping me," Ernie said, wrapping his arms around Taylor. Taylor did the same and cuddled Ernie close. "At least it'll be warm in here," he whispered. Then he brushed a lock of hair away from Ernie's eyes and kissed him on the forehead. "Are you going to do stuff to me?" Ernie asked after several minutes of silence. "What do you mean?" "Most guys want to do stuff, you know, sex stuff." "No," Taylor said softly. "You don't have to worry, I'm not like that." "I wouldn't mind. Besides, it wouldn't be like with the other guys," Ernie snuggled closer. "What would be different?" "I like you. And, I want you to do stuff with me." Ernie's voice was soft in the almost total darkness. Taylor was thinking of all the reasons why he should say `no' when Ernie moved around, causing Taylor to roll onto his back. Ernie crawled up and they lay face to face and crotch to crotch, Ernie resting comfortably on top. The boys looked into each other's eyes, the only light coming from under the bathroom door. Taylor pulled Ernie close, Ernie turned his head and rested it on Taylor's chest. Taylor was sure Ernie could feel him breathe, just as he could feel Ernie. It was very quiet. "You're warm," Ernie finally said. Taylor rubbed Ernie's back and for just an instant let his hand wander over the boy's rear end. "That feels good," Ernie sighed. "Do it again." Taylor felt his cock stir. He rubbed Ernie's back a second time, allowing his hand to linger just a bit longer on the kid's butt. After several minutes, Ernie lifted his head. "I'm getting a boner." "Me, too." Taylor grinned. "So, are we gonna do stuff?" Ernie asked for the second time. "Do you really want to?" Taylor's voice was tender and caring. Ernie nodded. Taylor gently eased Ernie's head back down onto his chest. "Okay, I guess we can do some stuff, but let's just stay like this for a while." Ernie moved his hips and gently rubbed his crotch against Taylor's. "Thanks," he said and rubbed a bit more. * * * * The tiled bathroom floor was hard and dirty, but Taylor didn't notice. The cuddly and soft thirteen-year-old on his chest was the center of his attention. Taylor's arms were still around Ernie, who continued to slowly rub his crotch against Taylor in a way that made them both feel good. "Do you want to kiss for a while?" Taylor asked. "I'm not very good," Ernie replied. "Usually guys just want me to suck them off." "You'll do fine," Taylor reassured him. "Besides, I bet you're better than you think." "Think so?" Ernie asked, sounding unconvinced. "Let's try." Taylor smiled. Ernie scooted up a bit, positioned his mouth over Taylor's, and went for it. Taylor was surprised at the awkward and clumsy attempt. He turned his head to break the kiss. "You're trying too hard. Slow down. Just touch your lips to mine and then do what I do," Taylor instructed. Ernie nodded. "Okay." Ernie was more careful the second time. The kiss was more tender but still awkward. "Let's try it another way," Taylor suggested, rolling Ernie onto his back. "Like this." Taylor leaned down and very slowly and lovingly kissed the boy. The touch of Taylor's lips to Ernie's was ever so soft, like a butterfly alighting onto a flower. Then Taylor lightly brushed Ernie's lips with his tongue. The lad hesitantly opened his mouth. Taylor taught the young boy how to explore using his tongue, gently and lovingly. He also taught him how to tenderly add to the feelings of arousal by kissing deeper and fuller. Taylor finally paused. "How was that? Like it?" Ernie smiled. "It was really nice," he answered. Taylor reached down between Ernie's legs and cupped the boy's cock and balls. The fabric of the kid's jeans was stretched tight because of the bulge. Taylor gave it a light rub and Ernie eagerly spread his legs. Leaning up on an elbow, Taylor deftly worked the button and then the zipper, while Ernie patiently waited for another kiss. When Taylor managed to slip his hand down the boy's firm stomach and into his underpants, he leaned closer to continue where they'd left off. "You're really hard," Taylor said playfully, giving Ernie a couple of strokes. The boy's penis was warm and throbbed at Taylor's touch. Ernie seemed dazed. Taylor brought their lips together once again and the younger teen closed his eyes. Taylor kissed Ernie gently while slowly feeling Ernie up. He touched the boy in all the right places. The kiss was unhurried. As it went on, Ernie became unusually quiet. Then it finally dawned on Taylor, "No one's ever made love to him." People had used and probably abused him; but it appeared no one had ever shown Ernie anything close to affection, let alone love. This was his first time for that. "Are you okay?" Taylor asked after a few minutes. A tear rolled down Ernie's cheek, he sniffed, and smiled. "Uh huh," he managed. Taylor smiled back. Something hung in the air; it seemed as if both boys felt it. "I'll never let anyone hurt you again," Taylor whispered, his voice deep with emotion. That was about as close as he could come to describing what he was feeling. There weren't any other words that seemed to fit. Besides, he wasn't even sure a boy was allowed to say "I love you," to another boy. But what he did know was that from this moment on he'd do anything and everything he could to protect the boy in his arms. * * * * The boys had left their shirts and hoodies on but had wriggled out of their pants and underwear. After a long time of kissing and stroking, both were finally ready for more. Taylor was on his back once again and looked up to see Ernie straddling him, positioning himself so they could 69. Ernie was facing Taylor's feet and was slowly easing back. Taylor opened his mouth and reached up as Ernie's ass drew closer. The boy pushed his cock lower and a moment later Taylor had Ernie's penis safely tucked inside his mouth, warm, wet, and he hoped happy. Once Ernie had his cock in place he leaned forward and stroked Taylor's dick before going down on it. Taylor felt the young boy's tongue swirl his cock head before his soft lips parted to let his knob in. The kid took him deep and stroked slowly. "He's way better at this than he was at kissing," Taylor thought as the thirteen-year-old started giving him some amazing head. Taylor loved the feel of the boy's penis in his mouth. He'd spent the past six months sucking cock for food money, but this time was different. He definitely wanted Ernie to have fun, but he also wanted the young boy to know the difference between a guy using him and a guy that cared for him. So Taylor listened for all those sounds, soft moans, whimpers, the things that told him he was doing something that Ernie really liked. The boy was eager and talented. At one point he aimed lower and sucked one of Taylor's nuts into his mouth. That had driven Taylor wild. The boy switched to the other side and did the same with the other one. Then he returned to the stiff shaft, licking it, then taking it in his mouth again. Compared to some of the monsters that Taylor had sucked, Ernie's cock at five inches wasn't much of a challenge. Taylor just let Ernie do whatever he pleased. When the boy shoved in, Taylor allowed it and deep throated the thing without much difficulty. In fact, the kid's prick was just the right size and Taylor enjoyed getting face fucked by it. Taylor's hands wandered over Ernie's sides, back, and rear end. He couldn't resist occasionally rubbing the kid's wrinkle. Once, Ernie whimpered, but this was muffled because Taylor's cock was on an inward thrust at the time. Taylor circled the teen boy hole with a finger tip and lightly pressed at it. Ernie grunted and thrust his cock deeper into Taylor's mouth. A few minutes of this and Ernie's breathing was growing ragged and the sounds he made were more urgent. He pulled off Taylor's cock. "I'm getting close." Resting the side of his head against Taylor's leg, Ernie speeded up his fucking in and out of Taylor's mouth. "Play with my hole again," Ernie begged as he used Taylor's mouth to full advantage. Taylor reached up and rubbed the boy's pucker. He didn't want to do it too hard because he remembered how the liquor store guy had hurt Ernie. As he rubbed him there, Ernie grew even more animated. The kid bucked, thrust, and finally sucked in a deep breath. Taylor felt the kid's cock swell and then several great gobs of cum filled his mouth. He swallowed, took some more, and swallowed again. Ernie kept unloading. After swallowing three times the worst was over and the storm was passing. Ernie calmed down and the warm spurts of boy juice ended with only a slow trickle still oozing out the end. Taylor gently sucked on the softening thing in his mouth, almost as if nursing at a tit. After a bit, Ernie pulled back and the boy thing slipped out. "That was awesome!" Ernie whimpered, his eyes still closed, and his dick just inches from Taylor's face. "Glad you liked it." Taylor chuckled. Ernie slowly raised his head and looked back. "Did you like playing with my butt?" he smiled sweetly. Taylor grinned. "Yeah, you've got a really cute one." Ernie giggled. They looked at one another a moment longer, then Taylor lifted his head up. "Want to do me now?" Ernie turned to look at Taylor's stiff dick. "Yeah, sure," he sounded eager. "Just so you know, I haven't jacked off for a little while so I might have a lot in there." Ernie put his head down and sucked Taylor's cock head and then took him in deeper. He didn't seem the least bit worried. * * * * There'd been a steady stream of emails throughout the morning. Carleton saw to it that each one was carefully preserved on the hard drive of the computer and also on a back up. Patrick was sending a shit load of stuff and Carleton wanted to be sure none of it was lost. It was late that night when the breakthrough finally came. Carleton was holding two pieces of paper, one in either hand. He'd printed both to make them easier to read. The paper in his left hand was a bid document from a contractor. The document in his right hand was a letter awarding the contract to a different company, one which had put in a higher bid. Carlton stared at the senator's bold signature which had cheated the first contractor out of millions of dollars of business. Carleton showed the two pieces of paper to the others in the room, who were all pouring over similar papers. "That son of bitch!" One of the other lawyers swore and dug around in a stack of files. "Look at this," he opened a folder and handed something to Carleton. The handwritten page—a diary entry—had been scanned then sent on with other documents. The date matched the contract award date. Along side the date was written $1.2 and the numbers for a specific bank account. Carleton recognized Patrick's handwriting. "He awarded the contract to a higher bidder and then skimmed cash off the top," Carleton whispered. "The diary page lists fifty or sixty entries, there are lots of them at $100,000 and higher," the other lawyer pointed out. "And he's been doing this for years," Carleton swore. He pulled his cell phone from his pocket, called up his contact list, and hit the button for Patrick. * * * * Jayden lay in his bed back in the dorm. Between the worry about the senator and the noise from his roommate snoring, he couldn't sleep. Looking at the clock, he realized it was far too early to shower, get dressed, and go to the cafeteria for breakfast. Nothing would be open for a couple more hours. He pulled on some jeans, a pull over shirt, and his socks and shoes. He grabbed his ID and pass card then quietly slipped out of the dorm and started to wander. The hall of statues was impressive no matter what time of day you saw it. Thirty or so home state heroes were immortalized in marble or bronze. The history of the state was laid out from early settlers down to the Second World War. Jayden wasn't sure why there hadn't been any more recent ones added. Since the capital building was closed, the only illumination in the hallway was provided by spotlights, one over each statue. The sound of Jayden's shoes on the marble floor sounded eerie. The boy walked through the room, stopping here and there to read the name of the hero and a brief history. It wasn't long before he'd reached the end. He remembered that one floor down was the bathroom where he'd gotten his first ever blowjob. "They should make a statue for that," he smiled. Without quite realizing it, Jayden found himself descending the stairs. The lower level was darker than the floor above and made the hair on the back of his neck stand on edge. Pausing only for a second, Jayden pushed the door to the bathroom open. He flipped on the light switch and stepped inside. There was a sound of movement and a light scraping as if something was being slid across the floor. Rounding the corner, Jayden was surprised to see two boys squeezed against the far wall under the sinks, obviously trying to hide. "Taylor?" Jayden asked as he got a better look. He'd only spoken to the boy for a few minutes some weeks earlier, but being in this particular place at this hour it all seemed to fit. "Yeah," the older boy said nervously. "What the fuck are you doing here at this time of day?" Taylor looked up. "Haven't got anyplace else to go." * * * * Thanks for reading this chapter, and I hope you're enjoying the story. I want to thank Andrew for his help with editing and also thank my brainstorm buddy Jon B. for his fun ideas. If you have suggestions or comments about the story feel free to send them to me at Playbuddy123@yahoo.com thanks, Jon D.