Date: Sun, 3 Jun 2012 20:07:36 -0700 (PDT) From: Jon D Subject: The Senator's Boys - 1 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 age 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 please 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 Senator's Boys Chapter 1 The legislature wouldn't be in session for a few more days, so the halls of the old state house were quiet, which suited Taylor Brooke just fine. Fewer people meant less chance he'd be discovered. However, it also meant that business was slow. The boy, just turned seventeen, sat fully clothed on the toilet of a dimly lit men's room near the old records section of the state capitol building. The room was seldom used. The poor lighting hid years of grit and grime on the fixtures and a host of cum stains on the floor. "Fifteen, twenty, twenty-five," the boy mumbled as he counted the thin roll of bills he'd pulled from his pocket. "Enough for supper, breakfast, and lunch," he thought, tucking the small stash back into the front pocket of his jeans. He looked down at his torn sneakers and knew soon he'd have to pop for a different pair. "Maybe the thrift store will have some used ones," he mused; he didn't waste time thinking about being able to afford new ones. The waiting was the worst. It was boring, exceedingly boring, but part of the job. Taylor shuffled his feet and read the graffiti on the stall wall for, like, the hundredth time. Faint voices echoing from down the hallway caught his attention. The boy turned his head to listen. The voices grew somewhat louder as they drew closer, but they were still muffled. Making out what was being said was nearly impossible. He did catch that it was a couple of guys. By the pitch of their voices he guessed they were on the younger side, teens perhaps, but Taylor wasn't entirely sure about that. A moment later the bathroom door opened. "I tell you this kid's good," one of the guys said hurriedly. "Like you're some kind of expert on blowjobs," the other replied skeptically. "Okay, maybe I'm not an expert, but I'm telling you he'll suck the fuck out of ya and when he's done you won't have a drop of cum left." "The kid's right, I am pretty good," Taylor thought. "Come on, I need a few more bucks," he muttered to himself, urging the reluctant kid on. The men's room door squeaked as it opened slightly. "Go on. I'll meet you back upstairs," the first guy whispered. It sounded as if only one of them was planning to stay. Taylor was a little disappointed; he'd hoped maybe he'd get to do both. The few extra bucks he'd earn would go a long way. Now he worried the other guy might chicken out. Taylor relaxed when he heard footsteps, and then the door to the stall next to his closed and the lock clicked into place. Taylor leaned over and peeked through the hole between the two stalls. "It's a kid." He smiled. "Probably scared shitless!" The boy, perhaps sixteen, sat on the toilet. He had a worried and uncertain look on his face. He leaned to the side and cautiously tried to look through the opening carved out in the stall wall. Taylor gave the kid half a minute then carefully put a finger through the hole. He motioned and whispered, "Come here." The teen blushed. "I promise you'll like it," Taylor softly reassured. The boy hesitated as if thinking it through. "What do I do?" "Stand up," Taylor instructed, "and drop your pants." Hesitantly the boy stood and pulled at his belt buckle. Once that was undone he undid the front of his dark blue dress pants and unzipped. "Now what?" "Pull down your boxers and get closer," Taylor was having fun with the newbie, he wondered if the kid had ever had his cock sucked before. If he had, then he must be one of those shy ones. There was a clink as the kid's belt buckle hit the cement floor. The boy's pants landed in a heap around his ankles. The kid then pulled his boxers down, but not off. They hugged his butt cheeks in back and were a little lower in front. "Now give it a rub. When it's hard stick it in the hole." Taylor watched as the kid gave his cock three or four strokes. It was about six and a half inches long, cut, with a baby pink head. It was especially good looking. Just under the nicely shaped shaft was a heavy, low-hanging sack. Either the kid hadn't jacked off in a while or he was one of those that could really shoot a load. Taylor noted that what the kid lacked in length he made up for in thickness, creating an impressive piece of boy meat. As the thing swelled, Taylor knew it was definitely going to be a mouthful. "It's kind of big. You sure you can take it?" The tone of the kid's voice indicated once again he was skeptical. "Yeah," Taylor chuckled, "let me have it." The teen took two steps closer and pushed the head through the opening. As the kid's cock appeared on Taylor's side of the stall, Taylor gently felt the tip with his finger and then wrapped his hand around the shaft. The boy pushed closer and a few more inches appeared. Taylor got down on his knees and settled into his usual spot in front of the hole. The opening was at the perfect height for him to be able to suck cock without having to bend too far over. Taylor swirled a bit of spit toward his tongue and opened his mouth. He gave the soft head of the kid's cock a sloppy lick, leaving a thin coating of drool on the tip. Then he slowly wrapped his lips around the shaft and slurped. The kid sucked in a breath. "Oh fuuuuck," he moaned softly and thrust forward a bit further. Taylor smiled and pulled his mouth off the thing. "Like that, huh?" The kid grunted. Taylor chuckled and went back to work, and work was what it was. Since getting outted by a Senate staffer some months earlier, life had gotten real ugly for Taylor. Raised by conservative parents and given the benefits of a private school, landing a summer internship in the state capitol had been a breeze. But it wasn't long into the job when things changed. Assigned to Talbot Bishop, the powerful senator for transportation it was one meeting after another with people looking for a slice of the construction and road-building pie. There was a good deal of official travel, and Taylor as a Senate page had often been invited along. It was during his third week of being a page that Taylor found out the good senator had a thing for boys. Taylor had been confronted one night with having to make a choice. He could give the senator what he wanted (a blowjob) or lose his internship. He decided the opportunity and connections he'd make staying were worth it and he'd gone along with the senator. That had been the first time he'd tasted cum. It wouldn't be his last. A few weeks later a staffer had found Senator Talbot Bishop with his pants down and his dick deep in Taylor's mouth. The shit had hit the fan; they managed to keep it out of the papers, but not from his family. That's what had done it. Taylor was homeless. He'd literally been tossed into the street by his parents. His dad had given added emphasis to his plight when he'd thrown a back pack full of clothes at him and yelled, "no good queer!" What hurt even more was that the Senator hadn't lifted a finger to help. The no good son of a bitch had vanished behind a wall of power, privilege, and a staff that would do almost anything to protect the man's reputation. Taylor vowed that one day he'd get even, but for now, Taylor was in the men's room of the capitol building sucking dick for food money, while the "good" senator was in his plush office, no doubt getting sucked off by his new page. As Taylor worked on the boy's cock, he noticed the small things, the sound of his mouth, the shuffle of the boy's feet, and a hint of a pleasant fragrance. The kid smelled freshly-showered which left a trace of a soapy smell. There was also a touch of fabric softener. The scent must have rubbed off the boy's underpants. When he glanced at the boy's boxers, another thought came to mind. "Clean ones were much better than smelly ones." Taylor had run into some pretty nasty pee-stained jockeys in his time, to say nothing of the nasty ones that had that other smell. "How hard could it be to wipe your ass?" Taylor wondered. Focusing again, Taylor licked at the boy's shaft, tugged the thing a bit and then sucked. It was about that time the natural instinct to fuck kicked in and the boy started to push his dick in and out in a steady and insistent way. The muffled sound of thumping against the stall wall had to be the boy bumping his chest against it in his efforts to get his dick further into Taylor's mouth. Taylor wished he could see the kid's ass. He loved seeing naked boys and especially their butts. "Queer?" he thought, "yeah, his dad had been right, I'm queer for cute boys." When Taylor used the word he didn't think of it as nasty or bad because he thought it described him perfectly, and he didn't take offense. He was different in a wonderful kind of way. Now if somebody else used the word, well that would be a problem. The thrusting was rising to a fever pitch. The kid was getting close. "Okay, little man, shoot it, give me your cum!" Taylor thought as he sucked harder. "Come on, give me your nut juice!" his mind urged. The boy's groans were increasing. Taylor sucked harder, stroked the swelling dick with his hand and then lapped at the head. "Come on, you can do it," he whispered softly. The grunts grew a little louder. Taylor went back down on the kid and opened wider. He'd saved the best for last. Relaxing his throat, he pushed forward right when the kid made a thrust, and he deep throated the thing. "Fuck, fuck," the kid panted. The kid was there. Taylor felt the boy desperately try to shove everything he had into Taylor's mouth, he knew it was time. "Fucking Chrisssssst," the boy moaned as the first of six hard volleys of cum shot deep into Taylor's mouth. The stuff was hot, sticky, and salty. Taylor swallowed the first two bursts and held onto the rest. He felt the stuff fill his mouth, and he made room as best he could, still it was almost to overflowing. In the end there was so much it threatened to spill out the corners of Taylor's mouth and dribble down his chin. But he managed to hold it all. The kid thrust in and out a few more times and then finally slowed. A few seconds later he stopped. Taylor held his lips tight around the boy's cock and slowly swirled his tongue over the end. He bathed the soft, pink tip in the boy's own sperm. Once he'd done that, Taylor carefully opened his mouth, holding the remainder of the precious offering near his front teeth. As the boy pulled his dick back, Taylor motioned with his finger. The kid leaned down to take a look. Taylor winked, opened wide, and showed the boy the puddle of cream he'd deposited. The kid laughed. Taylor smiled and then swallowed. The boy grabbed a wad of toilet paper and hastily wiped his dick. He tossed the paper in the bowl and flushed. Just as quickly he pulled up his boxers, then his pants. He zipped and did up his belt. "Ten enough?" The kid asked, reaching into his pocket. "Yeah," Taylor whispered as he wiped his lips with the back of his hand. The boy dropped a bill on the floor. "And here's for doing such a great job," the kid giggled and dropped a five on top. Taylor reached under the wall for the money. "Will you be here again tomorrow?" the kid sounded eager. Taylor got up from his knees and sat back onto the toilet. He added the new bills to the ones from his pocket. "Yeah, I'll be here." "Cool," the kid gushed and unlocked the stall door. * * * * Jayden Templeton couldn't believe what had just happened. As he walked back down the hall toward the newer section of the capitol building, his steps seemed lighter and he knew he had to be smiling. "Fuck, he WAS good!" he thought, now regretting he'd ever doubted the other legislative page. "Way better than pumping it into a mattress or jacking off in the shower." He continued on toward the end of the corridor. Reaching the stairs leading to the reference library he looked back over his shoulder. At the far end the men's room door was just closing. The guy that he'd just dumped a week's worth of sperm into had apparently just left. Jayden grinned at the thought of the guy having gotten a good taste of his cum. The fact of the matter was, Jayden had been thinking about doing stuff with a guy for a while now, but he was scared that his up-tight Bible-thumping folks would find out. This far south guys getting with guys wasn't looked upon the same way as it was further north. It wasn't the kind of place you wanted people to know your business, especially this kind of business. * * * * The walk from the capitol building restroom was a short one. Work done for the day, Taylor needed something to eat. He chose a booth way at the back of the small restaurant. Restaurant might be the wrong word. Yeah, food was sold there. But most of the stuff was, like, hotdogs, burgers, fries, and a few things that could be tossed into a deep fryer. There were eight wooden stools fixed to the floor with a few diners perched on them in front of a worn old counter. The half dozen booths and four small tables held a few more. The ketchup and mustard bottles sat upside down next to stainless steel napkin dispensers. The decor was finished off with a few old and yellowed posters on the walls, a clock, and a big blackboard with menu items written in chalk. A few had been crossed out. Taylor was sad to see that the apple pie was sold out. Taking a big drink of soda, he was glad to get the taste of cum out of his mouth. He didn't mind it so much when it was shooting in there, but give it an hour and he thought it turned kind of sour. Nursing the rest of his soda, burger, and fries, Taylor looked at his fellow diners. When you're on the street you soon get a certain look about you. Your eyes are always moving, making sure nobody sneaks up on you. Guys got jumped all the time. They'd be beaten, thrown in an alley, and anything of value stolen. Taylor had it happen once and that was enough. It was good to be out of the late afternoon heat. The cafe, "yeah that was a better word for the place," was cooler. A tired old air conditioner did what it could and three slow-moving ceiling fans did the rest. Taylor liked it when he could be indoors. Outside, the weather was unpredictable and he hated getting soaked in the frequent summer rains. He finished his supper and left a quarter for the waitress. He wanted to leave more, but he didn't know how he was going to get past lunch the next day unless he went back to the stall and worked for a while. He wasn't sure he'd be in the mood. Surprisingly, the streets around the capitol at this hour were busy. People hurried past the seedier places on their way to the arts building for a play or concert. Others were headed for one of the many high-priced restaurants that catered to the lawmakers and their lobbyists. Taylor kept his head down and made his way toward a place where he could find some company. It was lonely on the streets. The alley behind the liquor store drew a few others like him. The store owner left the basement door unlocked and maybe a dozen or so of society's castaways found their way there each night. The store owner knew many of those gathering in his basement would have worked at whatever they could to earn a few dollars for just one thing, to buy a bottle and then forget. Taylor didn't like spending his money on alcohol, he knew he should save it for food, but sometimes he needed the distraction. "I'll skip breakfast," he thought as he pulled six bucks from his pocket. "I think I need a traveler tonight," he mused, thinking a small bottle of vodka would be nice. He'd buy a cola and mix the two. The clerks all knew the score and never asked for ID. If you had the money you could get whatever you wanted. "Yeah, sounds good," Taylor thought as he made his way up the back stairs. Day would come soon enough. * * * * Jayden liked the feeling he got after having a hot shower, putting on a white T-shirt, clean boxers, and neatly combing his hair. As he lay on his bed in the State House dormitory he replayed the day's events in his mind time and time again. "You still thinking about getting your dick sucked?" Rick Fredricks laughed as he toweled his hair dry from his own shower. The boys were room mates in the internship program. It provided high school kids a chance to see government up close. Each state senator and assemblyman had a page assigned through the program. The kids spent sixteen weeks observing how laws were made and how the state operated. It was eye opening in more ways than one. "Yeah, that fucker sure can suck," Jayden said softly, reaching into his boxers for a feel. He started to tent up almost instantly. "Oh for fuck sake, give it a rest, huh?" Rick chuckled. Jayden flipped him off and then smiled. "You going back there to try it again?" Rick asked softly with a touch of a smile. Jayden shrugged, "Maybe." Rick reached for a paperback he'd been reading and crawled onto his bed. He still had his shorts on, but Jayden knew he'd pull them off the second the lights went out. "You'll be totally broke in a week if you drop ten bucks every time you want to dump a load." Rick chuckled. Jayden smiled. He wondered what kind of kid would do something like that. It was at that moment he decided. He was going to find out. * * * * Senator Talbot Bishop found he was distracted. It was the third time he'd read the briefing paper on his desk and he was bored. He looked around his plush office and smiled. For just turning forty, he'd done well, very well. Chairman of the Transportation committee meant that lobbyists were lined up for a mile to get a chance to pitch their pet projects. It was a position of power and Senator T. as the staff liked to call him, loved power. The senator reached down and moved his dick from one side of his trousers to the other. He and his wife no longer slept in the same bed, but that wasn't known by anyone except themselves. The senator had found he preferred something else. The small workstation near the far corner of the office was empty. Bad timing and an unlocked door had created quite a mess. The kid had been doing a fantastic job of sucking him off when a prissy woman staffer had barged in. Luckily, his public relations crew had managed to keep the story out of the papers; it had taken a big payout to the woman and an offer of a better job. The saddest part of the whole thing was that he'd lost Taylor's talented mouth. "Damn shame," the senator mused, and he'd never even gotten a crack at the kid's ass. The senator turned in his chair. His new page, Jayden Templeton, was still in orientation and would be for another couple of days. Plus, it always took some time after that before the senator knew for sure if his staff had done a good job recruiting. The senator appreciated certain qualities in the boys that interned in his office; eager cooperation was high on the list. Lifting the telephone receiver, the senator punched a button. Two rings and the phone was answered by a young assistant. "Patrick? Would you bring in the events calendar? I think we should go over some of the plans." "Yes, sir, I'll be right in." Patrick Redding was a stunning young man. Early admission to an Ivy school and a lot of hard work had gotten him to graduation more than a year early. Barely twenty one he was already climbing up the career ladder. He'd had two summer internships, one with another senator and one with Senator T. He was a skilled and efficient staffer and he'd shown enthusiasm for the work. * * * * "I think we may be a while," the senator said softly as the young man came through the door. "Yes, sir," the lad turned softly on the balls of his feet showing off his ass. He ever so quietly pushed the lock on the door. "I haven't been able to get a damn thing done," the senator sighed. "My mind is someplace else today." Patrick walked toward the desk and sat down in a chair facing the older man. There was a brief silence. "Would you mind?" The senator asked gently. They both knew what the question implied. The younger man gave the senator a playful look. "Only if you kiss me first," his eyes were twinkling. The senator slowly stood and took off his suit jacket, then reached for his tie. * * * * The young man knew on some level that this was wrong, but here he was naked, and face-down on the senator's leather sofa. It was hardly the first time. In fact, it was a position the boy knew well. The senator had put a small pillow under him to raise his ass. Patrick rested his head in his arms as his lover rolled on a condom and lubed his cock. The senator was a fit and strikingly handsome man. His tight chest and stomach muscles came from a regular and vigorous workout routine at the private government owned gym. The young man looked at the well-proportioned cock and the curls of black hair that not only were around his penis but were also displayed on his manly chest. Patrick felt his stomach tighten at the thought that he'd soon be getting the man's dick up his ass. He needed it, he yearned to be fucked. The feeling of a cock pushing past his ass ring and slipping inside was indescribable. He looked forward to the moment that the thing first entered him. He loved the feeling of it slowly gliding into his rectum and the feeling of fullness as it filled him. The boy couldn't think of anything better. He adored getting a hard cock shoved up his butt. The couch sagged as the senator crawled over the prone boy and gently lay on top of him. Senator Bishop placed a few kisses on the boy's neck, by his ear, and both shoulders. "Ready? The man whispered, centering his dick between the boy's pert ass cheeks. Patrick made a soft and tender sound as the man's cock head found the right place. "Yeah, do me," he grunted softly. The feeling of a cock slowly but insistently being pushed up his ass was something that Patrick had craved from an early age. His slightly older brother had been the first to show him the delights of getting fucked. His uncle had added to his education. "Oooohhhh yeah, shove it way the fuck in there," the boy begged breathlessly and raised his ass as he felt himself being penetrated. The man pulled back and then thrust forward burying every inch. "Fuck, that's nice," Patrick thought as he moved his butt a little lower to get the angle just right. He wanted to feel the thing rub against that special spot. His brother had put a finger up his ass when they'd showered together one night, he had barely turned thirteen. A few weeks later his brother had used his cock. Patrick knew from that moment on he'd want that feeling again and again. Grabbing onto the boy, the senator started to fuck hard. His cock was just about eight inches long and had a wide mushroom head. It was thick and with the wide head it plowed a deep path through the boy's tunnel. "Oh, yeah, oh yeah," Patrick whimpered. "God it's so big!" he whined, raising his ass up and trying to spread his legs wider. "Give me that mother fucker!" The man maneuvered the tip from side to side and pounded the kid's hole. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the office. He put his legs into it and fucked harder, then faster. He reamed the kid like never before exploring every inch of him. "Don't stop," Patrick whimpered, "please don't stop." That amazing cock was driving him crazy. "Fuck me harder," he silently cried out, "for God sake fuck my ass!" The begging seemed to turn the senator on even more. He liked young boys that knew what they wanted. Patrick wanted fucked, and fucked hard. Senator Bishop gave the kid exactly what he asked for. Ten long minutes of ass pounding had the kid dazed and his ass hole making sloppy sucking sounds. Patrick was a bottom that loved it. A few minutes more and the senator grunted, pulled his cock out of the boy's gaping hole, and stripped off the condom. Jacking himself furiously the man finished by shooting gob after gob of cum over the boy's back and across both ass cheeks. "Ugh," the man groaned as he worked his dick to get the last drops. Patrick felt the hot puddles land on his back and ass and was glad he'd been able to please the senator. If the man wanted his ass from time to time, Patrick was more than willing to give it him. Eyes closed, Patrick smiled as he felt a finger moving the sticky stuff around. Then the boy felt the head of the man's cock join the finger in spreading the goo in ever wider swirls. Patrick knew it now must be covered in cum. "Uh," Patrick uttered in surprise when the Senator roughly pulled his ass cheeks apart and thrust his cock back into the boy's rectum. "He shouldn't be doing that!" Patrick thought but the feeling of having the senator's cum shoved up his ass was mesmerizing. Four strokes and the Senator was finally done. "Good job, Patrick," the man whispered softly, just before pulling his cock out for the last time. "I really love your ass." As the man crawled off, Patrick slowly rolled onto his back. His cock was throbbing and stood straight up. He wrapped his hand around it and started to stroke. He spread his legs a bit wider, blushed, and gave the senator a pleading look. The senator sat back down on the couch. As Patrick closed his eye's and started to reenact his favorite fantasy, the senator took pity and pushed his middle finger into the boy's hole. Patrick grunted and squirmed. He moved his ass around on the thing while the man reached deeper and stroked his button. It wasn't long before Patrick groaned, arched his back, and the magic happened. * * * * I hope you enjoyed this first chapter. Send comments or story ideas to Playbuddy123@yahoo.com. My thanks to Jon B. for brainstorming with me and to Andrew for editing. Thanks guys! Jon D.