Date: Sun, 16 Jan 2022 00:40:33 +0000
From: Tex Colorado <texcolorado@protonmail.com>
Subject: The Senator's Boy 3

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Tex


The Senator's Boy 3 (m/t(13), m/b(12), oral, anal, orgy)
by Tex Colorado


"This perversion," the old man was almost yelling, pointing at his
adversary, "thrown in our face. I ask you: Is this America? Why, just
outside this building there is a disgusting billboard, a young child,
barely clad, draped across the bed of a pickup truck," he described, his
voice continuing to rise in pitch and volume, "This is America thanks to
Kevin Dillon, imagine what it will be if you elect him president!" he
almost shrieked, receiving a smattering of applause.

"Your response, Senator Dillon?" the moderator asked.

"Well, firstly, despite the Governor's tangent, the question was about aid
to the poor," he explained, looking at his opponent condescendingly, then
giving a clear explanation in favor of increasing funding. "As for the
billboard outside," he said, bringing it back around to the earlier
accusations, "that happens to be my boyfriend, Preston, `draped across the
bed of a pickup', and I think that he looks amazing." He paused while the
audience cheered, then he continued, "Your fear of a young person's
sexuality doesn't make it less real. People have come to realize the truth
and no amount of wishful thinking will put the genie back in the bottle."

Then came the kill shot, "And that ad has led to a four-fold increase in
pickup sales for Ford," glaring at the other man, he finished, "so, in
effect, Preston has created more American jobs than you have ever dreamed
of," the audience exploding in applause.

These accusations had lost any resonance. The older man couldn't recognize
his country, but for the vast majority, the paradigm shift from seeing
child sex as abuse to seeing it as love was faster than Kevin could have
ever imagined. For the first couple of months after passage, he had treaded
lightly around making his relationship public. But when the time was right,
Preston was again in the lead, demonstrating a positive example of love
between two males of vastly different ages. As Kevin surged in the polls,
many people thought that it was the prospect of Preston being the first
"first boy" that gave Kevin such an insurmountable lead. The boy was one of
the most popular figures in America.

Of course, while other men lusted after the cute, scantily-clad boy in the
ads and wondered what he looked like under that skimpy speedo, Kevin got to
experience the whole thing, night after night. And while they had a very
real, romantic and mutually supportive relationship, just like a happily
married couple, the sex was the most incredible thing in Kevin's life.

This final debate was one week before the election. Despite lots of
desperate, last-minute attempts to destroy Kevin's reputation, the result
was a foregone conclusion and, on election night, Kevin's opponent conceded
by 7pm eastern with a fire and brimstone speech before angrily disappearing
to his home.

An early victory speech and celebration meant returning to a friend and
donor's home for the rest of the night. While the president-elect was liked
by a broad spectrum of voters, his true friends were those that were with
him through what was now known as the "loving children" movement. While
most of their own propaganda highlighted the chaste and loving aspect of
the new laws, the scene that Preston and Kevin happily walked into was
exactly what the "other side" envisioned went on constantly behind the
scenes.

There was more than just a boylove aspect to the movement. What greeted the
two lovers could only be described as an orgy; men with boys, men with
girls, women with both sexes also. There were groups in the open and there
were quiet pairings in darker corners. Calm, smooching couples next to
brazen, animalistic fucking.

"Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls: the President of the United States!"
announced the door attendant, drawing a huge cheer from the
revelers. Giving a wave to the group, Kevin felt a tug at his other
hand. Looking down he saw a beaming Victor Rogers.

"Hi, Vic," the man greeted, the boy very familiar to the man, "looks like
you're having fun." The thirteen year-old wore no clothes and sported a
raging erection. He was also covered with all manner of fluids, some of it
lotion, the rest most likely lube and semen.

"It's my turn," the cute and, frankly, quite slutty, boy demanded, "you
haven't fucked me in weeks, I want everyone to know that I rode the new
president on election night."

Kevin looked to Preston who smiled and gave his boyfriend a push toward the
other boy, "Go, have fun, but save the last load for me," he warned. The
man knew that this wasn't altruistic, Preston was already being pulled into
the swarm of bodies and he gleefully went along for the ride.

Vic dragged his conquest through the throng, proudly showing off before
finding an empty couch in a quiet corner. The nude teen stopped and started
to loosen the man's tie. "Let me help you get more comfortable,
Mr. President," he purred as he slid the tie off of his neck and began to
unbutton the man's shirt. The sounds of pleasure surrounded them as Vic
silently disrobed Kevin until the most powerful man in the free world stood
naked and erect in front of his friends, who paid no attention, this was
nothing new to any of them. He trusted this group with his life, Kevin was
certain that all secrets were safe with this crew.

"Sit," the boy ordered after having a quick feel of the man's large
cock. Not one to argue with an assertive child, Kevin plopped down, the boy
climbing over him, his knees to either side of the man's bare
thighs. Sitting in Kevin's lap, Vic leaned down from his slightly elevated
position and shoved his tongue between the man's lips. They made out for
several minutes before Vic broke them apart, "I'm ready, I've already
been," the boy started, then suddenly felt odd saying it.

"Already been had?" Kevin suggested. "Have you lain with another man? Did
someone stem the rose? Gained carnal knowledge? Known in the biblical
sense?"

Vic was smart enough to get the joke, it was ridiculous to feel shy when
you were doing something so naughty, "Something like that," the boy
answered with a giggle, "but I was going to say that I've already been
fucked!" at which point he held up a bottle of lube that, from Kevin's
perspective, appeared out of nowhere.

The teen smiled and started to climb down, sliding all of the way to the
floor, pressing his body to Kevin's as he went, Victor's young teen cock,
four inches and a tiny patch of sparse hair, sliding along the man's leg
while Kevin's dick rode along, dragging across the childishly smooth
stomach and chest. When Victor reached the mancock, he wrapped it in his
deft fingers and aimed it at his lips.

On a normal day, Vic was a stunning looking boy, fit, long hair on top,
styled heavily, dressed well, possibly with cologne. That version wasn't
recognizable here. The pretty hair was a mess, drooping down, matted with
sweat and who knows what else, his skin was slick and his appearance could
be summed up as disheveled. All of these obvious signs that Kevin was
getting seconds, or maybe fourths by the look of things, didn't matter to
him. As respectable and buttoned up as the man was, behind closed doors,
the new president was quite the pervert. He loved that the boy parting his
lips and allowing his cock to disappear inside his warm mouth had probably
sucked several dicks tonight. Kevin couldn't care less that Vic's ass was
likely full of the cum of other guys. As the boy had pointed out, he was
going to be fucking five minutes after walking in the door. There are worse
situations and Kevin loved sharing boys.

As he felt the immensely talented tongue lap the length of his cock, the
stress of the election melted away. When the sexy boy took the big knob
into his mouth, Kevin groaned and ran his hands through the child's hair,
settling on his earlobe and rubbing it between his fingers as he watched
Vic descend deeper onto the large dick, easily taking three quarters in his
mouth, the warm, wet feel of the boy's tongue mashing into the underside of
his dick, a brief touch of the man's glans to Vic's throat before he backed
off.

Laying his head back to luxuriate in the glory of this sensational blowjob,
Kevin heard a familiar groan. Raising his head slightly, he saw Preston
about fifteen feet away, with a man sucking his dick while a young boy was
licking his nipples and rubbing his body. Through some sort of telepathy,
Preston chose that moment to look over and the two of them locked eyes. It
had been one of the best days of Kevin's life, he was now president of the
United States, but even better was watching his boyfriend's half-lidded
eyes as he experienced complete bliss at the same time as Kevin. Preston
pursed his lips and blew a kiss before laying his head back and holding the
man in place who was sucking his boycock, another man walking up and
feeding Preston his oversized erection.

Eventually Kevin became aware of too many touches in too many places,
looking down to see a pretty girl below Vic, happily sucking on one of
Kevin's nuts. Letting it pop out of her mouth when she noticed the man
looking, she only said, "Thanks President Dillon," with a slight lisp
caused by missing front teeth, "I wanted to be able to make you feel good,"
then addressed the elephant in the room, "I know that you only like boys,
but I suck as good as them, anyway!" then ducked down to provide a quick
demo on the presidential scrotum.

"You're very, very good," Kevin told her, "any man would enjoy your
talented tongue," he said when she darted her tiny wet appendage over his
balls, licking them and making them as wet as possible. All the while
Victor continued his impressive work on Kevin's shaft.

The little girl left with a sweet wave, a beautiful woman taking her by the
hand and leading her to another part of the room, Kevin finally getting an
eyeful of her bald, puffy little pussy and flat chest. It wasn't his
preference, but he was perfectly capable of enjoying the sight of
desirable, naked young child.

Vic used her departure to climb up and position himself over Kevin's hard
cock. He was such a sexy boy, so fit and exotic, the boy's nice cock rock
hard as he sat on Kevin's needy cock, taking him all of the way in one
motion.

Holding the boys's thighs and rubbing his hands all over his beautiful
cock, right up his smooth belly and over his tight chest while enjoying the
pleasure of the boy riding him. As he looked around the room at the sea of
naked flesh, Kevin couldn't be happier with what the world had become. Kids
were coming up to them and climbing in front of Victor to have their cocks
momentarily sucked by the most powerful man on the planet, even two naked
cherubs climbed across them, their parents likely fucking somewhere as the
two, too-young kids frolicked about, Kevin taking a moment to rub their
plump tushes as they crawled over him, their soft skin such a unique
pleasure when they slid across his belly. This was the worst nightmare of
the opposition, but Kevin thought that it was the most beautiful, loving
place that he'd ever been.

Eventually Victor turned, standing on the floor and lowering himself onto
Kevin's boner again, bouncing on the cock as he faced away from the
man. Helping the teen to raise and lower, holding his firm buttcheeks as
the boy fucked himself, fulfilling his wish of riding the new president of
the United States, his tight hole sending waves of pleasure through the
exhausted man. "You gonna cum in me?" asked the kid cheekily, turning to
look over his shoulder and winking at the man, "no saving for Preston, ok?
Promise?"

It's almost impossible to not grant the wish of a sexy boy, but Kevin
couldn't betray Preston and Victor knew it, but he did his best to enjoy
Vic's talent without losing control. It was such a release of tension
already to have this cute kid jumping right on your cock and riding you
like you were a bucking bronco. It was so relaxing that he let his head lay
back onto the couch cushion and closed his eyes.

It had been such an exhausting time that Kevin was in danger of passing out
now that he could finally enjoy himself. His hands continued to hold those
sexy buttcheeks when he started to lose consciousness. In a twilight of
awareness, Kevin began to realize that something was touching his
lips. Even that wasn't enough to rouse him until a tongue slipped between
his lips and he found himself liplocked, his eyes popping open. The close
focus took a moment, but there was never a doubt whose familiar lips
touched his. Preston pulled away and smiled at his boyfriend, "Having fun?"
he said, his head nodding toward Victor.

"Hey, sweetie," Kevin said with a smile, "I missed you," then, seeing the
boy's hard dick said, "get up on this couch and let me taste that lovely
cock, baby."

The naked boy lifted his leg high to step on the back of the couch,
spreading himself out, his tendons stretching and his sack dangling in a
very unique pose before hoisting himself over and straddling his
boyfriend. He briefly collided with Victor, still proudly and happily
raising and lowering on the future president. Preston was happy to let him
pleasure the man for a few more moments while he reconnected in this
special way. "I love you, Mr President," he said as he pointed his cock at
the man's face and fed his adolescent cock to him.

Slurping the entire length inside, Kevin savored the taste, not wanting to
guess the origins of the unfamiliar flavors on his lover's steel-firm
cock. Slipping it out of his lips, Kevin responded, "I love you too, Mr
First Boy," using the rather clumsy phrase that the press had decided on,
then let him in to the hilt, pressing his lips hard into the boy's bare
pubis, the kid holding his head to him, Kevin looked up Preston's slim body
and saw his eyes close in bliss.

"Let's let these two be," he heard a voice say, at the same time the
unpleasant feel of his cock flopping out of Victor's ass. Letting Preston's
cock go, he looked around the boy to see Victor's father leading him away,
the cute team waving goodbye as his dad rubbed his just-fucked butt.

"Let's go to a room," he heard from above, "I need to finish with you
cumming in me and I'm about to lose it," the magical tween was saying.

Kevin ran his hand up the smooth, taut body of the boy that he loved so
much, "Let's go," he responded and Preston climbed down, receiving a
playful swat on the butt as he turned away. Holding hands, the two were
sporting bouncing erections as they made their way through the mass of
writhing bodies, the room a cacophony of groans and cries.

Climbing the stairs, the sound faded and the moans and slaps of skin became
more focused. The house was designed with these parties in mind, the
upstairs filled with individual rooms for couples, or trios, who wanted a
little time alone, the biggest room reserved tonight for the new
president. No one bothered closing the doors, so it was exciting to hear
the noises from each doorway as they approached, peering in and revealing
the source; one a cute little girl facing the door while her lover thrust
into her from behind, the next two boys worshipping the body of a large
man. Farther along, a young teen was thrusting into his lover, a fit young
congressman who preferred to be passive in bed.

This only served to heighten the excitement as the two reached the end of
the hall. Entering the room, Preston sat on the bed and lay back, exhausted
from the long day and even more so from the play that he'd engaged in
downstairs. Equally tired, Kevin crawled on top of the boy, their sweaty,
sticky bodies touching as the man lay on him, knowing that the preteen
liked to feel the weight of him at times, bringing their lips together and
gently reconnecting.

"I love you, Kevin," Preston sighed, almost wistful, the young boy aware
that he wouldn't stay young and attractive to the man for long, "I'm so
proud of you, I'm so proud to be yours." He moaned quietly as Kevin kissed
his earlobe, his neck and moved down to his chest. The man sucked on
Preston's sensitive nipples while the child moved his hands behind Kevin's
head and held him to his chest and sighed.

As much as he enjoyed it, Preston had a stronger need, "I want you to fuck
me right now," he groaned, "I need you inside of me."

Unable to resist, Kevin flicked a nipple one last time, then climbed back
up to be face to face with the boy who lifted his legs as his man moved in
to kiss him, reaching between them to grab Kevin's rampant cock and point
it to his well-fucked pussy, "Yes," Kevin sighed at the touch of his glans
to Preston's gooey anus, so familiar as it spread for him, "oh, man are you
ready baby," he hissed, his cock sliding in so easily, the boy wet and hot
inside, lube and cum left over from his time downstairs made the ride
smooth and easy until Kevin was pressed to him, his balls resting on
Preston's lower back, his pubes pressed to the boy's perineum while they
kissed.

Pulling away, Kevin whispered, "I love that all of those men fucked you but
you're still mine," so turned on by the sluttiness of his boy, so cute, so
kind, such a complete whore, "how many?" he asked.

Preston had been savoring the feel of his man's huge dick stretching him
farther than anyone else that night. It wasn't the only reason that he
loved Kevin, but it didn't hurt. Smiling at the question, the innocent
looking boy responded, "Just fucked me or came in me?"

Rolling his hips and drawing a grunt from the boy, Kevin said, "How about
just the ones that finished."

Preston had been holding Kevin's sides when the man entered him, but he
lifted one hand and held up two fingers, then pointed down below. Kevin
nodding at the indication of two loads taken inside his ass. And," he
smiled, held up three fingers, opened wide and inserted them in his mouth,
pointing at the target and demonstrating his technique at the same time.

Realizing that he was dipping his cock in the residual cum of two men and
had made out with a boy who'd taken three more loads through that orifice,
instead of being repulsed, Kevin was energized, slowly slipping out until
just his crown was trapped in the boy's anus, then just as deliberately
sinking back in, Preston crying out as he opened to the man and Kevin found
himself enveloped in the warm, familiar sheath of the boy's rectum.

"Fuck me so hard," Preston begged with a grimace, "take me, I want it that
way, I want it rough," then, knowing that Kevin was incapable of hurting
him, even when he wanted it, Preston equated it with feeling, "show me how
much you love me."

"Of, fuck," Kevin responded and began to take short stabs at the boy's
rectum, "you feel so good, I've needed you all night."

"I've saved myself for you," Preston egged him on, "make me cum too! All
those men, none of them could make me cum the way that you do, ah fuck!
Yes! Fuck, make me cum!" the boy ordered as Kevin started to really pound
him.

"Oh, baby, I love you so much," the man groaned as he held Preston tight,
his body slapping into the child, "you're gonna get my cum so fast...fuck,
you feel the best, I'm gonna fucking fill you up!" The new President was
hitting the child hard, slapping into him, Preston crying and rubbing his
own cock as their passion rose. The boy needed to feel Kevin fuck him hard,
his weight on him, almost pain, stretching him, feeling that giant cock
snake so deep into him. He'd remember this fuck for the rest of his life
and he wanted more.

"Do it...Uh! Harder! Uh...fuck," he was screaming and panting, "I'm gonna
get the feeling, right there!" his special spot was getting poked
delightfully by Kevin's cock, "just like that, just like that, just like
that!" he was crying over and over, literal tears in his eyes he felt so
good as the peak arrived, "Oh, god, Kevin...yes...yes...fuck! Yes! Oh!" he
cried and he peaked, his little body shaking, his anus clamping again and
again as his tween cock pulsed and flexed through an earthquake of a
preadolescent dry orgasm, the tiniest peek of dampness on the tip..

His love squeezing him so tight, Kevin couldn't hold back. The pressure of
the campaign, the elation of the victory, the tawdriness of this orgy, all
came pouring out of Kevin in one, spectacular orgasm, "Fuck, I'm cumming,
baby! Oh, yes!" and he pressed into Preston, holding there, his toes
curling as it seemed to over take his whole being, his body tight with
tension like a snake ready to strike until finally the release,
"Ugh...fuck!" he cried as the first shot fired.

"Ahh," Preston sighed when he felt the familiar swell and flex of Kevin's
cock as the first volley fired, the adult's cock pressing against Preston's
boyish prostate, his cum beginning to fill the child, mixing with the seed
of the other men that had taken Preston that night, Kevin grunting with
each shot.

It was the pleasure and the marking of Preston as his; this boy got his
cum, the same as Preston had saved his own, and what felt like a nonstop
flood of thick adult semen pouring into the young tunnel, each blast an
almost excruciating pleasure it was so intense until finally it slowed,
Kevin's hips rocking slowly, the last drool of jizz as he took Preston so
completely.

They lay still for a moment, Kevin's entire weight on the boy, Preston
enjoying the pressure, his legs back, ass up, the adult penis still buried
in him. Finally, Kevin, moved, brought his face to Preston's, "I love you
Preston, more than anyone that I've ever know," and they kissed, gently but
passionately, as they basked in the perfection of their lovemaking.

Kevin was surprised that he didn't go limp, his cock staying inflated
inside his boy. Preston, realizing the same, but too exhausted to take
action, allowed Kevin to thrown one of the boy's legs over so that he could
spoon with him and gently fuck him from behind. Being held tight, the sweet
kisses on the back of his neck, the soft whispers in his ear, made Preston
feel like the safest, most loved child in the world and he actually drifted
in and out of a pleasant sleep as his man smoothly slid in and out of his
tight, velvety, twelve year-old pussy. Eventually Kevin left one last load
to combine with the remnants of the others.

As Kevin wilted and his cock slipped out with a plop and a flood of semen,
Preston sighed in his half sleep and began to plan how he would make
inauguration night even better...

The End