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After leaving Barry he went directly to the closest internet café, he wanted to find Arthur Hackman and deal with him right then and there. Finding him proved to be easier than he expected; the first three links were about Senator Arthur Hackman, and the picture matched the man in Felp’s dreams, if not as quite grandiose.
Hackman was a
for Virginia, a moderate according to his website; although Desmond
how moderate someone could be when they organized gay bashing. Finding
address proved easier than he expected, a few searches and reverse
he had an address in
He calmed down a little while he searched online for an affordable plane ticket and realized that rushing in wasn’t going to help anything. He needed to be a little more prepared this time. What was he going to do if he discovered that Hackman was taking ordered from yet someone else?
He leaned back in the uncomfortable seat and rubbed his eyes trying to figure out how to go about this. He couldn’t accomplish anything from here, so he needed to go there, but he also needed time to think. He sat up as he realized what he needed was a slower traveling method. He did a search for train schedules, there was nothing going directly to where the senator lived, but he found a terminal about an hour away. All he’d have to do was rent a car; it would end up being cheaper and he would be about to think. Unfortunately by the time he worked all that the day’s train.
He bought his ticket for the one that left the next day; he’d take the night to sleep so that he’d be fully rested on the train to do his planning. Tonight he wasn’t going to think about the senator or what ever else might happen after that. He’d have a meal, maybe see a bit of the city and then sleep so he could be up bright and early. No sex, just sleep.
He did stick to his plan, the meal had been at a local eatery and he walked around for a few hours. He called home during that time, but no one picked up. He told Martin and Jason that he loved them; that he was going to be delayed and would be home as soon as he could.
That was how he ended up lying in bed staring at the ceiling around ten, looking at the clock every five minutes and wishing he would fall asleep. There were times when only needing four hours of sleep really annoyed him. At ten thirty he got out of bed with a grunt and put his pants and shirt on; maybe a drink would help him get to sleep.
The hotel’s bar wasn’t too bad; it had some quiet music and a calm atmosphere. He sat on a stood at the bar a ordered a beer and realized he wished he was at Terryl’s. Taking his mind off his problems would be much easier there. He’d take either Terryl, Bill or someone else to the backroom and fuck till neither could remember their names.
He wondered how the two undercover cops were going; they’d become regulars and much more outgoing then the first night he’d met them. They were also really fun to fuck. David had turned out to have a slight bondage kink, and because of Mike’s slightly more dominant personality it was amusing to watch them work it out when David wanted to tie Mike up.
Desmond looked down at the profile of his cock down his left leg, which became more defined as it became harder. “Great,” he mumbled to himself, “so much for not having any sex tonight.” His cock wouldn’t go down until he had sex now that it was awake. Maybe that wouldn’t be too bad a thing; it should at least make falling asleep easier afterward.
He turned around and leaned back against the counter looking at the patrons, trying to determine who he wanted to bring back to his room. A grin spread on his face as he realized he didn’t have to bring take him to his room. If he wanted to he could jump behind the bar and fuck the barman right there, he looked at the skinny man in his early twenties serving drinks on the other sire of the counter, not that he was his type.
In a booth near the door he noticed a jock sitting with his friends; he was probably the same age as the bartender, but he had muscles on him. With his blond hair he reminded him of Stiltson. He was off his stool and halfway to him before he stopped himself. As fun as it might be to bend him over the table and fuck him in front of all his friends Stiltson still made him too angry and he’d probably leave the kid with too much emotional damage as a result.
A couple of booth down from the jock was an older man, maybe in his mid forties sitting with a woman about the same age. The bored way he looked at her gave Desmond the impression they had been married for a long time; maybe he should show that man how to spice up his sex life.
He shook his head, mildly annoyed at himself for even considering it. “Let’s not go ruin relationship on purpose unless they ask for it, shall we?” He told himself.
The next man he set eyes on was sitting at a square table in the middle of the floor, nursing a drink in a tumbler. He was in his mid thirties; only a couple of years older than him. His hair was cropped short, a red deep enough to be almost brown. He had a square jaw in need of a shave that went well with his square frame. Desmond smiled; he definitively liked the way he looked.
He walked toward him considering that he wanted to do. He didn’t want to have to fight him but he also didn’t want a slut; just some obedience would be nice. He walked around the man’s table once taking another look at him. He was wearing a dark grey suit over a very light salmon coloured shirt. The top two buttons were undone, showing a nice patch of hair on his chest, and his black tie was shoved in his breast pocket.
As he walked near the man again he ran a hand along the man’s jaw making the minor changes he wanted, a bit of obedience, not blind mind you, as well as increase to his pleasure response and a desire to feel pleasure.
The man jumped at the touch and looked up at him, noticing him for the firs time. Desmond hadn’t realized until now that he had his ‘ignore field’ on until now and extended it to include the man and his table.
“What was that for?” the man asked mild irritation in his tone.
Desmond sat in the seat next to him, “’Cause I wanted to,” he said with a smile and presented his hand, “name’s Desmond.”
The man looked at
doubtfully for a moment before taking it. “
release the hand
“That must be
him with a smile.
“you have nothing
to be ashamed of,” he said as he stood and lightly pulled on
the back of his
neck. “They know this is a private thing,” he lied him softly, “that
allowed to enjoy watching us only so long that they let us do it in
“Go ahead, taste
it.” Desmond said
and smiles and
He reached around
the legs to take
When Desmond was
fully hilted they
were both panting hard. He remained inside him while he concentrated on
Desmond picked up
the pace then,
fucking him hard enough that the table started rocking even though it
bolted to the floor. Panting and sweaty Desmond finally shoved his cock
inside the man and came with a guttural yell. Moments later
“Fuck that was
good,” Desmond said
Desmond zipped up
while he let
“I never felt
anything like that,”
Desmond buttoned up the man’s shirt and then licked the cum off his face. “I’m glad you had fun.”
“Is it always
Desmond looked at him, “do you want it to be?”
“Hell yeah,” he replied without hesitation.
him hard while
making the changes that would make
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