Date: Tue, 20 Nov 2012 21:12:25 -0800 (PST) From: Jon D Subject: The Senator's Boys - 10 (Revised) 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 10 "Who's the little guy?" Jayden asked, stepping further into the restroom and staring at the two boys huddled under the sink. "His name's Ernie," Taylor mumbled, crawling out and standing up. "He's my friend." "You could get caught being here this early," Jayden said as Ernie crawled out to retrieve his small bag of belongings. "It's a long story," Taylor said under his breath. "Okay, we've got to get you out of here." Jayden started to pace back and forth. "I can hide you in my room as soon as my roommate leaves. Ricky is usually up around seven and out the door about eight. He gets breakfast in the cafeteria on the second floor and then heads straight to work. You guys can hang out in our room until maybe four-thirty this afternoon." "Thanks, but I'm not sure we'll stick around that long," Taylor glanced at Ernie who definitely looked liked he'd slept in his clothes. Taylor reached over and straightened Ernie's collar and then motioned for him to tuck in his shirt. "Taylor, we need a place to stay," Ernie looked up with puppy dog eyes, "Can't we stay here just for a little?" Taylor seemed to think it over, then looked back at Jayden, "Okay, I guess we can hang out in your room for a while." Ernie smiled. The boys waited until Jayden was pretty sure his roommate would be out of the way, and then he led them out into the hall. Taylor came second with Ernie close behind. * * * * Safely back in the dorm, Jayden hurriedly stripped out of his casual clothes and changed into his dress clothes. "Fuck, I'm going to be late." Taylor was sitting on Ricky's bed and Ernie had crawled in next to him. "Thanks for helping us," Taylor said softly. Jayden pulled up his dress slacks, zipped, and reached for a tie. "No problem. I found out about the senator a week after I got here." "Did he make a pass at you?" Taylor shimmied a little closer to Ernie. "Grabbed my ass is more like it," Jayden said under his breath as he pulled his tie tighter and adjusted it. "Doesn't surprise me, he really likes his boys." Jayden grabbed his phone, his keys, and a few other things from his desk and pulled his sport coat off the chair and put it on. "I've got a friend helping me. We're gonna put the bastard away for a long time." "How you going to do that?" "My friend is a lawyer and he's found some things that should get the old man locked up for years." "Hope he rots there," Taylor whispered. Jayden reached into his pocket and pulled out twenty bucks. It was all he had left until the end of the week, but he figured Taylor and Ernie needed it more than he did. "Here, it's not much but you can have it." "Nah, we've got enough for now," Taylor blushed. "But thanks anyway." Jayden was going to insist, but then changed his mind. "None of my business," he thought, wondering what "enough for now," meant. "I know one of the guys who works in the kitchen; he helps deliver fast food to the offices if people can't get away from their desks. He owes me a favor. I'll see if he can sneak out some burgers and fries for you. He'll probably drop them off about noon." "And a couple of sodas?" Ernie squeaked softly. Jayden smiled. "Sure, no problem." Taylor gave Jayden an appreciative look. "Thanks," he said. Jayden nodded, opened the door, and took off down the hall. * * * * The look Jayden received from Patrick was the same one Jayden's father always used when Jayden messed up. It was somewhere between being perturbed and disappointed. It always made Jayden feel like crap. "I know, I'm sorry I'm late." Patrick handed Jayden a stack of papers. "Call all the names on this list and tell them you've been asked by the senator to personally express his gratitude for their generosity as donors. Then ask them if he can count on them for their continued support." Jayden looked at the hundred or so names. "All of them?" "Uh huh. And use that syrupy, polite voice you learned in prep school." Jayden scrunched up his nose. "Fuck that," he said as he turned away. * * * * Several hours later the senator called Jayden into his office. The boy felt the familiar flutter in his stomach. "How are the calls going?" the old man asked as Jayden closed the door. "Fine, but a lot of people aren't home. I'm getting a bunch of answering machines." The senator looked up. "Lock the door and come over here." Suddenly Jayden felt his heart beat faster. "He wouldn't do anything here, would he?" Jayden grew more nervous as he turned the lock. "When was the last time you jacked off?" The man asked casually as Jayden turned around. "Huh?" "It's a simple question. When was the last time you masturbated?" Jayden knew his face had to be turning red. "A couple of days ago." "Do you cum a lot?" "That isn't any of, I mean, that's kind of personal." "I thought we were passed all that. I didn't think I'd have to remind you that I own you...cock, balls, and ass until your internship ends," the man said in a sharp tone. Jayden didn't miss the tone or the hidden threat. "I guess, I cum about the same as most boys my age." The senator leaned back in his chair. "You horny enough to dump a load?" Jayden didn't know what to say. "Um, I'm not sure. I mean I guess I could." "Take off your coat and drop your pants." Jayden looked deep into the man's eyes and saw he was serious. "Right now? Here?" The senator just stared. Jayden slowly pulled his sport coat off, took a couple of steps over to an upholstered leather chair, and draped the coat over the arm. Swallowing, he found his mouth was dry. "Could I have a drink of water first?" "Over there," the man said softly. Jayden went to the side bar, loosened his tie, and after opening a small plastic bottle, took a long drink. He walked back to where the senator was still seated behind his desk. "Now drop `em!" Jayden gave the man one last look and then undid his buckle, unzipped, and after opening the button dropped his pants to the floor. "Now your underwear." Jayden put his finger tips inside his boxers and, realizing he had no choice, pushed them to the floor. The senator's eyes went straight to the boy's crotch. Jayden moved a hand to cover himself, but then decided it wouldn't make any difference. "Now jack!" The senator said firmly. Jayden gave the senator a pleading look, but the man seemed determined. The boy reached down and took his cock in his hand. The thing was drooping and lifeless. He wondered if he'd even be able to get it up with the man sitting there watching him. "Close your eyes and imagine you're fucking a tight ass hole." Jayden squeezed his eyes shut and slowly worked his dick. He softly rubbed the knob and then tugged on the shaft. The thing didn't respond. Using his left hand he reached lower and rolled his nuts from side to side. His right hand steadily worked on his dick. "Feel the way the tight ring of the kid's sphincter grips your cock? It feels amazing. As you push it in deeper you can feel the heat of his ass. He wants you there fucking him. He wants your cock in his rectum." Jayden's penis stirred. "You love looking at boys in the shower don't you? The way their cocks hang and the look of their asses when they're wet and shiny?" As the senator went on, Jayden thought back to the boy's prep school he'd attended for a couple of years. There was one boy he'd worshipped from afar. He remembered every thing about him. "You're behind your favorite boy, holding him by the waist and shoving your dick between those soft, smooth mounds of his. You love the look of your cock as it parts his cheeks and slips deeper and deeper into him. Your cock loves how warm it is in there." Jayden's eyes were closed. He was hard now; the old man had horned him up. His dick was tight against his flat stomach. He continued to fondle his nuts as he jacked his shaft. He went a little faster when his knees began to wobble. He couldn't help but get more and more aroused as the man's dirty talk continued. "You can hear the boy whimpering. He loves getting fucked nearly as much as you love fucking him. Feel his ass hole gripping your cock? Shove that fucker in there! Bend him over and slam it in deep, screw it around and then do it again." Jayden felt the tension building. Part of him knew he was standing inches from the front of the senator's desk, jacking off, but another part was totally into the fantasy the man was creating. "Fuck him, Jayden," the man urged. "Fuck that kid's ass...the one you've been dreaming about ever since you had your first wet dream. Fuck him, fuck him harder. Fuck him deeper. Shove your cock up his ass until your bush is against his butt cheeks. He's begging for it now." Jayden felt the familiar tingle, he was getting closer. As the feeling built he worked his dick using all his old tricks. "Fuck it in there Jayden, every inch. Come on, you know you want to shoot your load up in there and then stuff it deep." "Oh fuck, oh fuck," Jayden moaned as his hand sped up and his back arched. The teenager was just moments away. "Fuck that tight hole!" The senator's voice was now behind him. Then there was a hand on his shoulder roughly pushing him forward. Jayden's eye lids fluttered as he neared release, then a greased finger plowed up his ass. "Oh shit..." Jayden groaned as the man's finger twisted, turned, and reamed his insides. "Oh fucking shit," Jayden grunted and shuddered. "That's it, shoot it!" The man encouraged, "shoot it up his ass." Jayden couldn't hold back. In fact it felt as if the cum was being sucked right out of him. He fell forward and just managed to get a hand on the desk as rope after rope of white goo splattered everywhere. The finger in his ass reamed him deep and hit places he didn't know he had. It was like electricity shooting through him as he came...one long squirt after another. Again and again his balls contracted and the stuff shot out. It seemed like it was never going to end. Then, after six hard volleys, his nuts were finally empty. Jayden collapsed forward onto the desk, his head and chest covering stacks of papers. The old man's finger was still up his ass. Thankfully the pervert stopped his digging and let Jayden recover, but he had this odd full feeling in his butt. Then the senator gave it another shove. "Ooooh," Jayden moaned as the guy hit something in there. If he hadn't just cum Jayden thought that would surely have done it. "I knew you were queer for boys," the senator sighed and then slowly pulled his finger out of Jayden's rear end. Jayden felt embarrassed and ashamed. He kept his head down and tried to calm himself. He felt vulnerable with his ass sticking out and the old man standing right behind him. He wondered if he was about to be fucked. Jayden wasn't surprised when the senator pushed his finger back up his ass and rooted around again. "Still too tight for me, but we're getting there." The senator stepped back. "Clean yourself up and tell Patrick I need to see him." Jayden blushed, stood, and reached for some tissues. He cleaned up his mess. Then he pulled up his boxers and pants. He tossed the tissues in the wastebasket by the side bar and reached for his coat. "You're a good boy, Jayden." The senator picked up a file and started reading. "I think you're going to work out well here." Jayden unlocked the door and went to find Patrick. * * * * "It smells like a cum factory in here," Patrick said after taking a few steps into the senator's office. The old man was standing at the side bar, pouring scotch into a drink glass. The ice cubes tinkled as the amber liquid hit them. "Jayden made a mess on my desk." The senator smirked, took a small sip of his drink, and looked toward the door. Patrick took the hint and locked it. "How was it?" Patrick asked, sitting in the leather arm chair. "Let's just say Jayden isn't ready to entertain someone of, uh, my stature." Patrick thought back to the first time he'd gotten it from the old man. He'd been about a year younger than Jayden and the first time he saw the thing he nearly wet himself. Just the thought of taking something that big up his ass had frightened him almost to the point of running away. But once he was face down and the guy's fuck stick was deep inside him, he'd changed his mind. He finally knew what he wanted to do in life. He wanted to work for the senator doing whatever the man wanted, and he hoped it meant getting it up his ass hard and often. "He's cute, but I'm surprised you're still going after him. You usually like them younger." The senator seated himself on the couch and crossed his legs. "The younger ones are always nice. But rent boys don't compare to a virgin." "Jayden's still a virgin?" "With a hole that tight he hasn't done a thing with it except what nature intended." "He's got some connections; his family, a few friends. Maybe you should let me find you a new one." Patrick thought about Carleton and the things that he could do to the old man's reputation, livelihood, and even his freedom. The senator took another sip of his drink. "No, I'll stick with Jayden." The two sat quietly for a moment. Patrick gave the senator a long look and then stood up. "Last time you wrinkled my suit. I had to have it dry cleaned." Patrick took off his suit coat and walked to a hidden closet. He opened it and put the coat on a hanger. "One good thing about working for the senator is the unlimited clothing allowance," he thought. He started to undo his tie. It wasn't unusual for Patrick to spend several thousand dollars a month on clothes. For a fastidious gay boy, it was a great perk. As he started to unbutton his shirt, Patrick thought about the deal he'd made with Carleton. He'd wanted to stay loyal to the senator but Carleton had persuaded him that the old man was going down, one way or another. Patrick couldn't even imagine what it would be like if he got caught up in things and he too was sent to jail. "Fuck the old man," Patrick thought as he put his shirt on a hanger and then looked back over his shoulder. "I'm glad you still like my ass." The senator finished the last of his drink and gave the ice cubes a swirl. "Sometimes I like to see a little hair around a hole." The man smiled. Patrick finished undressing. He turned around wearing only a tiny pair of red briefs. As he walked toward the sofa the senator loosened his belt and unzipped. "Still smells like a cum factory in here." Patrick smiled sweetly. "Remind me to get some air freshener," the senator chuckled as he pulled out his cock and gave it a couple of strokes. Patrick got on his knees in front of the man and took the large penis in his hand. "I've missed this." He sighed and started to suck. * * * * Taylor and Ernie had curled up in Ricky's bed and taken a short nap. Neither of them had slept very well when they'd been on the men's room floor. Taylor woke first and untangled himself from the younger boy and went to the bathroom for a pee. When he got back Ernie was just wiping the sleep from his eyes. "Are you hungry?" Taylor asked, "It'll be a while before lunch." Ernie yawned. "Yeah, a little bit." Taylor pulled the small roll of bills from his pocket and counted. "We've got enough to eat in the cafeteria if you want?" Ernie shrugged. "Sounds okay to me." After Ernie had taken a pee, the boys carefully looked out into the hall and, finding it empty, they went to get some food. * * * * Getting an appointment with the State Attorney General hadn't been easy. Carleton had worked all night to put together the materials he'd need and then had called in several favors to get the appointment. "Thank you for seeing me on such short notice," Carleton said as he shook the politician's hand. "I can give you ten minutes," the man said and headed for his chair behind a massive desk. "I'll cut to the chase. Senator Talbot Bishop is dirty. He's been rigging the bid process and skimming money from hundreds of state construction projects." The Attorney General got a concerned look on his face. "Those are pretty serious allegations. I hope you have proof." Carleton pulled several folders out of his briefcase and handed them over. "It's all here. Contract dates, award letters, and corresponding pay-offs." The man, in his mid-forties, looked and acted like the successful politician that he was. He was responsible for the oversight of the state's laws and when necessary the prosecution of offenders. "Charging a state senator with graft and corruption isn't as easy as it sounds." The man paused to think a moment. He looked over the files and turned numerous pages. "I'm not sure there's enough here to get the job done." Carleton was stunned. The files were complete, the evidence was damning, but here sat the Attorney General brushing the case off as if it was a parking ticket. "But, sir, he's stealing hundreds of thousands of tax payer dollars. You can't just look the other way!" The man bristled. "You, sir, are out of line. It's my ass on the line not yours. I say there's not enough evidence. Your time's up. Good day!" Carleton made his way down the hall of the executive office building in total disbelief. He went over each piece of evidence and saw not just an average case but a formidable one. It wasn't until he'd gotten into his car that the thought finally came to him. "Bishop's got the Attorney General in his pocket." That's the only thing that made sense. "He may even be in on it," Carleton thought as he started the car. "He's getting paid off too. Now what?" he wondered as he made his way back to his office. * * * * "You head back to the room, and I'll catch up to you in a little while," Taylor said after the boys had eaten. "Why? Where are you going?" Ernie asked with a puzzled look. "We need a little more money," Taylor said softly. "You can use mine," Ernie offered. "Nah, that's yours. Don't worry, I'll get us some." "You're going to look for a guy to hook up with aren't you?" Taylor looked at the young boy that was already street smart way beyond his years. "I'll just give a couple of guys a blow job and we'll be all set." "I'm coming with you," Ernie said firmly. "The hell you are, now go back to the room." Ernie stopped walking. "No!" The two boys faced off. Taylor wasn't quite sure what he should do, but he quickly realized that arguing in the capitol building probably wasn't a good idea. "All right, but you do what I say." Ernie hesitated before agreeing. * * * * There wasn't much room in the bathroom stall so the boys took turns sitting on the toilet. When one of them was doing that the other was either on his knees or squatting down near the glory hole. They'd been there nearly an hour when finally they thought they might have a customer. Taylor edged off the toilet and made room for Ernie to switch places with him. While Taylor got down on his knees, Ernie sat quietly, trying to peer through the hole. There was the sound of a belt being undone and then pants dropping to the floor. The guy must have sat down on the can because nothing else happened. Taylor had made sure the scribbled magic marker note next to the glory hole was still readable. "Blow job? Make an Offer." Perhaps a minute went by with nothing but silence between the two stalls. Taylor decided to see if he could interest the guy. Pushing close to the hole, he stuck his tongue out and pushed it through the opening. He wiggled it a bit and then licked his lips; but still nothing. Taylor sat back and was about ready to give up when he heard a whispered, "Ten bucks." Taylor turned to Ernie and smiled. He got closer to the hole and whispered back, "Not enough. Make it thirty." There was another long silence. "Come on, you know you want it," Taylor encouraged. "Yeah, but all I've got is twenty." Taylor guessed from the sound of the guy's voice and the fact he didn't have much money that he was probably a house page. "You an intern?" Taylor asked. "Yeah," the boy answered. "How old are you?" "Fifteen," the kid whispered. "Okay, I'll do it for twenty. Let's see the money." There was clank as the belt buckle hit the floor when the guy reached down and fished the money out of his pants. Folding the bill he pushed it through the hole. "Okay, stick your dick in." Taylor said as he stuffed the money into his jeans. There was a shuffling sound and then a six inch cock appeared. It was semi-hard but was perking up. Taylor reached for it and gave it a gentle tug. The thing was uncut and the foreskin covered nearly all of the head. Taylor slowly eased the skin back to see a nice pink knob. From the tip to the curly bush of black hair the kid's cock was about six and a half inches long. It was on the slender side but had an unusually wide head. "You'd really feel that fucker going in," Taylor thought as he imagined what it might be like to get the thing up his ass. Taylor took another look at Ernie. His eyes were glued to the cock poking through the hole. Taylor licked his lips one more time and then leaned down. He opened his mouth and the kid pushed the thing forward. Taylor gulped when the knob hit the back of his throat. The move had let the kid's cock go deep enough that Taylor was deep throating it. "Oh fuck," the boy groaned. Taylor managed to hold it there for several seconds but was running out of air. He pulled back and sucked in a breath. "Do that again," the boy begged. Taylor let him push forward and swallowed once more. It went like that for several minutes. Taylor would take a breath and the boy would shove his cock down Taylor's throat. Eventually Taylor got tired and sat back. He jacked the kid for awhile and then sucked on the knob. Things were getting messy. Spit was running down the shaft and some trickled out of Taylor's mouth. It was past time that the kid should have gotten off. Taylor was good at his job and knew how to give a blow job that a kid would always remember. This time it seemed things weren't working. "I can't do it this way," the boy finally announced. "This wall thing is in the way." Taylor usually didn't like to be seen, that's why he used a glory hole. But he'd sucked cock in an alley or a basement if there was no other way. "Okay come over here then," he said and unlocked his stall door. The boy on the other side pulled up his pants and hurried over. When the door opened the kid was surprised to see two people. "Okay, give it to me," Taylor said hurriedly and opened his mouth. The boy gave himself a couple of strokes and slid the thing in. He pumped a few times but then stopped. "I want the little kid to do it." Taylor looked up at the boy and then back at Ernie. "No way!" The page slowly stroked his dick. "You want it?" he asked with a wry smile straight at Ernie. Ernie looked down at Taylor and Taylor shook his head `no.' Ernie slid off the toilet seat and onto his knees. "Let me have a taste," he whispered. The page eased his cock forward. "You're gonna like this." He smiled. Ernie opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. The small drop of pre-cum on the tip fell off and Ernie tasted the boy's stuff. He opened up and waited for more. Taylor watched as the thirteen-year-old jacked, sucked, and licked the boy. Ernie had grabbed an ass cheek in each hand and pulled the kid in and then pushed him back out making sure the pace was just right. Watching the large flared knob push past Ernie's young lips was a real turn on. He didn't intend it to happen, but soon Taylor had popped wood. He gave it another minute before making up his mind. "I gotta jack," Taylor mumbled and pulled his zipper down. Ernie paused and slid back. "Want to put it in my mouth?" Taylor had already gotten it out and was stroking it. Deep down Taylor knew he'd like nothing better, but he didn't want to treat Ernie that way. "Maybe some other time," he said gently and smiled. Erne went back to work on the young page and Taylor jacked. It wasn't long until the kid had no choice but to empty his nuts. He groaned, thrust forward, and pumped his dick with his hand. Ernie stuck out his tongue and the kid went over the top. A river of pearly white boy cream flowed over Ernie's tongue and filled his mouth. Ernie stayed in place and took all that the kid delivered. When the boy finished squirting Ernie swallowed it all. The sight of Ernie wiping a spot of cum off his lips and then licking his finger sent Taylor over the top. "Oh, fuck here it comes," he groaned and stroked his cock faster and harder. Several long strings of cum shot out the slit and messed the floor, followed quickly by several more. Taylor pulled on his cock until he was sure he'd gotten all of it out. All three boys smiled at the creamy puddles on the floor. Ernie took the kid's drooping cock and sucked it clean. He looked sat Taylor, "Can I do yours?" he smiled sweetly, "Please?" Taylor saw that this was something Ernie really wanted. He stood up and with his jeans sagging down past his ass cheeks he offered his cock to the eager thirteen year old. "I'm starting to like the taste," Ernie giggled and sucked Taylor until he was clean. "Fucking awesome!" the page boy said as he pulled up his underwear and then his pants. "You guys are great." Taylor tucked his own cock back in his pants and zipped up. "Got any friends with some extra cash?" The page smiled. "A few.." "Send `em down here and the next time you want one, it'll be free." The fifteen year old boy grinned. "Tell `em it'll cost them twenty five," Ernie piped up still on his knees. Taylor looked at Ernie and they both smiled. * * * * Carleton hated to make the phone call, but he didn't have any other choice. "If the Attorney General wasn't going to act, then the only thing he could do was to convince Jayden to get the hell out. "I won't do it," Jayden insisted. "That son of a bitch Bishop has the Attorney General in his pocket and by now he's probably been warned that I've been snooping around. You have to get out or you know what he'll do to you." "We have to get him. You don't know what he's like." "Maybe Patrick can get me more evidence," Carleton offered. "If that big lawyer guy won't help now, he won't help later." Carleton had to admit Jayden had a point. "You're probably right," he said softly. Jayden thought a moment. "Maybe there's another way." "Like what?" Carleton asked. "I'm not sure, but I know this kid that used to work for Bishop. He seems to know a lot about how things work around here." "Remember, we have to keep you're name out of the papers or you'll lose everything." "I don't care about the money," Jayden said. "I was thinking about your parents." Jayden grew quiet. "He's doing little kids, Carleton. We have to stop him." "Okay," Carleton reluctantly agreed. "Talk to your friend and see if you can come up with any ideas. I'll keep at from this end." "Thanks," Jayden said tenderly. "You're sure you won't leave?" Carleton had to ask one more time. "Can't, this is too important." "Okay, well at least I tried." "Carleton?" "Yeah?" "I miss you," Jayden whispered. "Miss you, too, buddy," Carleton whispered back. "More than you know." * * * * Thanks for reading. Send comments or story ideas to Playbuddy123@yahoo.com thanks, Jon.