Hit It Like a Bulldozer Declan Spear Consider making a donation to Nifty. Chapter 1: They call me bulldozer "DAVID" The coach shouted my name. He is in his office, but I'm sure everyone could hear it throughout the locker room. He will just have to wait while I get dressed. I have been a sport and played along today. After our normal practice, we did extra running exercises to make sure us, the players, the ones that make this whole media circus work, looked appropriately sweaty for the TV cameras that came for his address. Now for some lotion. I spread it on my biceps. My guns, as some people call them. That cool feeling is nice as I continue to my chest and shoulders. Working down to my stomach and around to my ass. My wonderful new jockstrap that I just got allows me to smooth it on my ass cheeks. It's cool on my skin. I call a trainer over to help me spread it on my back. I close my eyes and feel someone else's hands on my back. The trainer smooths it around and massages my back. Kneading my tired muscles. "Yes: sir." The trainer says and walks away. I pull a polo shirt and jeans out of my bag. I have on pants and I am buttoning the shirt when I hear it again. "DAVID" The coach bellows out again. I carry my shoes and go over to his office. I have to dodge the traffic of trainers and players as I make my way to the far end of the crowded locker room. I put my shoes on as I stand at the doorway. "Yes what can I do for you, sir?* I ask the coach. He is sitting at his desk. "Oh, David, you're here." Coach responds. "Yes. You needed something?" I ask. "I have a special PR assignment for you." The coach explains. My facial expression shows my unhappiness with this task. My body sags. "Does it have to be me?" I protest. "This time it does. They specifically asked for you." The coach explains. "What do I have to do?" I ask like I am asking what my punishment was. The coach is upbeat and tries to smooth it over. "It's not bad. Just one person. You might enjoy it." The coach makes it seem easy. "Just one person. Not a tour group this time.." I verify my understanding. The coach comes around his desk and puts his arm around my shoulders. He is talking like a used car salesman trying to sell me on this task. "It's some Senator. It could mean a big donation in our future. Just go to his office and charm him. I don't have any idea what makes a Senator happy, but I'm sure you'll figure it out." The coach makes it sound so easy. "Where is it?" I ask. He hands me a Post-it note "Here it is. Now go and try to enjoy yourself" Coach says. I psych myself up for another meet and greet. Just play nice, shake hands, be respectful, and keep it brief I tell myself. "Welcome to Senator James office. Do you have an appointment?" The nice girl says. "No I don't, he asked for me to stop by." I said. "Oh, you're the football player. He said to watch for you this afternoon. I will let him know you are here." The receptionist tells me. I stand and wait. I look around. There is a picture of a politician giving a speech hanging on the wall. I point to it and ask the receptionist. "I don't know him. Is this picture him?" I ask. The phone rings. As she is picking up the phone she shakes her head yes. He is a lot younger than I thought he would be. I was expecting some fat old man, but this is a nice looking 30 something guy. The picture was taken on a nice bright day and his beautiful blue eyes stand out. As I stand there waiting, I look around the lobby. I was expecting cameras or reporters. Someone to take a picture of us shaking hands. A politician wanting to make himself look approachable on the evening news. There was no media around. Strange. The Senator comes around the corner. I thought he looked nice in that photo. In person he was even better. He is wearing a dark suit. I love that look. A sunshiney yellow shirt to keep it upbeat looking. No tie, so it was sharp looking, but not overly formal. He was not a bodybuilder, but I could tell he works out. Nice body. Strong thick legs. Must run regularly. Seeing him in person I can see that he does have pretty eyes. Some girl out there must be really happy. On the other hand, I am really jealous. "Good to meet you Senator James." I say politely. He smiles and reaches out to shake my hand. "Just Kurt." Kurt tells me. He shakes my hand. A nice firm handshake. I love that about someone. It makes me wonder how it would feel with his hand holding my cock. I'm going to let that image stay in my mind. "Right this way." Kurt points the way. When we get to his office I decide to cut it short and get right to the point. "Why have you asked me here? I don't see any cameras or reporters." I say. "Officially, I am keeping track of how responsibly the state is spending money. So if I meet with someone from the team I can check that box." Kurt explains. He steps toward me. "Un-officially I made sure that it was you I met with." Kurt says. All of a sudden my boring PR visit has gotten a lot more interesting. He puts his hand on my chest. "What do you want it to mean?" He quietly asks me. "I want it to mean you want me to grab your ass and kiss you." I say. "Sounds good so far." Kurt says back. "But I worry there is some crazy wife out there that is going to blow my head off with a shotgun when she finds out." I continue. Kurt laughs. "Ha ha. No crazy wives. I'm single." Kurt tells me. "What about politics? The Republican party is not exactly waving the rainbow flag." "As long as I'm discrete they don't care." Kurt adds. "You mean as long as you stay in the closet." I point out sharply. Kurt turns around and walks to the other side of the office. Lights a cigarette. Turns back to me. "I do what I want. Fuck what anybody else thinks. Now are you interested or would you like to be on your way." Kurt is even more sharp than I was.. "You are a real firecracker aren't you?" I say. "I didn't become the youngest Senator in state history by playing it safe " Kurt brags. I take Kurt into my arms and our lips meet. He runs his hand across my chest and feels my arm. "I see why they call you bulldozer." Kurt says. "That's not the only reason" I say suggestively. "Is that right? I need to see this for myself." Kurt says. Kurt goes down on his knees. He gets to my cock like a Christmas present peeling back every layer with greater and greater anticipation. Lifting my shirt out the way. Unzipping my pants. Pulling them open. Last layer: underwear. Beneath it is his prize. When he sees my big cock he instantly puts it into his mouth. "oooohhhhhh" I moan as his warm mouth wraps around my cock. He reaches around and grabs my ass to hold me close to him as he continues to massage my dick with his tongue. I feel my cock going in and out of his mouth. His soft lips leading the advance upon my dick. His tongue guiding it forward. The head of my dick reaching to touch his throat at the end of his advance. Then as my dick pulls backwards his soft lips again stimulate my shaft. After a couple minutes, I have to pull him up to standing. "I don't want you to be the only player in this game." I tell him. I push him backwards toward his desk as I kiss him. We come to a sudden stop when he bumps into it. Without stopping my kissing him, I reach around behind him. Shuffle whatever is on his desk. Push it back out of the way to make room for us. Office supplies make noise as they collide with the floor. I lift him so he is sitting on the desk. Start opening his pants. Scramble through the clothing to get to his cock. I feel like a hungry animal. There is my prize. I take his cock into my mouth. "YES. BULLDOZER. YES." Kurt shouts out. I speak in chunks each time I lift up from his cock. "Won't... somebody... hear? I ask. "It's late... Most are gone." Kurt says between breaths. "In that case..." I start saying. I push more things out of the way and clear off the rest of his desk. Slide him farther onto it so I can climb on top of him. We intensely kiss. Our dicks grinding against each other. There is a knock on the door. We jump up and get off the desk. Furiously put our clothes back together. Kurt opens the door. The cleaning crew is in the hallway. The supervisor has her back turned and is talking to the employees. She realizes Kurt is there. Turns around. "Senator James, will you be needing your office cleaned this evening?" The supervisor asks. "No thank you. I need to organize some things." Kurt says. The cleaning crew goes back to talking amongst themselves. Kurt turns to me. "We need to get out of here. Your place? Mine?" Kurt asks. "I've got a better idea. Follow me." I say. |
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