Date: Mon, 05 Aug 2002 11:35:02 -0500
From: Paul Daventon <authorpaul@mail.com>
Subject: Turning The Page-18
Disclaimer: This story concerns homosexual men and their sexual activities.
It was inspired by events that might have happened, but didn't. This tale
is entirely fictional. If there are any similarities to actual people,
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time with no sexual diseases, a time which will probably never happen.
Take care. Otherwise read on and the author hopes you enjoy it.
Turning the Page 2002 by Paul H. Daventon. All rights reserved. No part
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TURNING THE PAGE
The Story Up 'Til Now ........
Mike Keith, 28 year old Congressman from Ohio, and 18 year old Brian
Whitlow, former Congressional Page, fall in love in Washington. They
travel to Mike's lake house in Ohio, where Brian is assaulted by a high
school friend of Mike's with a grudge against Mike. Brian saves himself,
but the friend kills himself later in remorse. Brian's family retainer,
Adam McLeod, an occasional sex partner of Brian, comes to Ohio to help them
and falls in love with Nils. Mike and Brian worried about Mike's
reelection, that their relationship may be revealed. Nils two sergeants,
Rocco Ferallini and Jenny Svenson, a young waiter, Joey Montoni, Rocco's
brother, and Ben Heskett, student at the college, complicate the story.
Nils meets Jake, a friend of Jack's at the airport. Jake is an undercover
agent with the DEA who is under The Boss, trying to identify him and get
evidence. Jake had called Mike to warn him about what The Boss is
plotting. Roy and Sean have become partners, living together. Ben and
Joey visit Nils at home and they have a hot threesome. Joey reports the
huge amount of money he will receive as Rocco's heir for him and for Ben,
too. Joey and Ben have a sex bout with Nils. Ben stops his Dad from
committing suicide. GB wants to see his friend, Pete, whose parents took
him away from GB, an evil influence, they thought. Pete is returned to GB
by Mike and Brian, GB and Pete sailing in Mike's boat. GB and Pete will
live with Mike and will be home schooled by Adam. Adam and Nils ran into a
relative of Joey and Tony Montoni in Columbus on a part business and part
holiday in the capitol city.
Adam and Nils agree to help Tony Montoni and his twin brother, then bring
Tony and Ricco to River City to see their cousin, Joey, and his lover, Ben.
Adam is preparing to home school Pete and GB for which task he has brought
teaching materials back to the cabin where he will work with them. Mike
meets with his opponent, Kevin Rogers, on his sailboat in the middle of the
night in the middle of his lake after sneaking Kevin onto the grounds. He
needs help from the threats of Jacob Howard. Problems arise as the
election nears, but Mike has help all around him, especially Brian, then
Adam and Nils, Joey and Ben, the twins Tony and Ricco, even the little
ones, Pete and GB. He needs all the help he can get.
CREDITS: I would like once again to thank my dear friends, the retired
sax-player and the retired drummer, for their encouragement, their interest
and consistently helpful suggestions to the story which they have supported
from the beginning. I love you two very much. Thanks. P.D.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
The second day of November has hardly dawned, chilly and gray looking, when
a hazy, dim figure slips from Mike's bed, silently walking into the living
room, bare naked but not really cold, still warm from Mike's reflective
heat. Brian picked up the firelighter on the fireplace mantel, pulling the
trigger a few times before the fuel lit, then attaching the flame to the
paper and wood he'd set up the previous night. The paper would soon burst
into flame, lighting the kindling scattered on the andirons, finally to the
larger logs on top, probably creating a raging blaze within a few minutes.
Even more quietly, Brian collected two coffee mugs and filled them with
fresh coffee, just brewed by their automatic coffee maker in the kitchen,
placing everything on a tray to be set on the table in front of the living
room sofa, deep and wide, very comfortable. He also threw a warm comforter
on the couch where he thought it might be needed soon.
When the flames rose to fill the hearth and radiated plenty of heat to the
sofa, Brian returned to the bedroom, slid in beside Mike, slowly and gently
waking him with light caresses on his shoulders, his back and butt, with
light kisses on his face.
"Mikey, Mikey, wakey, wakey, it's time to get up," Brain crooned to his
lover, "I have something I want to talk to you about."
Mike only groaned feebly, not ready to wake up at all. "Brian, what could
be so important so early this morning?"
"Mike, this is something very important to me, please wake up," Brian
pleaded, "the fire is raging in the fireplace, warming the room, and coffee
is made and ready to drink. What more could you want?"
Mike moaned even louder, "Oh, maybe an hour's more sleep."
"Please, Mikey, I need you." Brian's voice was seriously concerned, and
Mike finally realized that fact, he knew then that this was something very
important to his young lover and he had better do what he asked. But he
could still complain about it before giving in completely.
"Oh, all right, you sadist, son of the Marquis," Mike started, then,
"Brian, skip that, I don't mean it." He started to kiss Brian earnestly,
hoping to prolong their time in bed with more sex at least. Brian ignored
the tender kisses and threw the bedclothes to the foot, baring both their
naked bodies to the chilly room.
"Ok, Ok, Brian, I can take a hint, where do you want me, love?"
Brian just took Mike's hand, holding it with a tenderness and strength
indicative of his great love for Mike Keith, actually kissing it while
pulling Mike out of the bed. Mike was very impressed by the fire Brian had
built and headed for the sofa and under the comforter. Brian followed,
crawling under with him, spooning Mike from behind, his flaccid cock just
resting against his lover's buttocks, barely sliding between the twin
cheeks and into the valley between.
They watched the flames and sparks, drinking the hot, strong coffee from
their mugs which were inscribed with the title "The Keith Compound". Brian
had them made for Mike for his last birthday. He had originally been going
to add "Stolen from" before the other, but thought better.
"Well, Brian, what did you want to talk about?" Mike asked, holding Brian's
arm across his chest tightly to his body, absolutely thrilled to have this
wonderful young man to love.
Brian started, "Mike, I know the election is next Tuesday and you have a
lot to think about the next three days, but I'd like your approval on
something I want to do, all on my own, with your consent of course." He
paused, "We are partners, aren't we? And that means equals, right? And we
share and share alike? Right?"
Mike couldn't imagine what was on Brian's mind, but he knew the boy was
quite serious and as his 'partner' he'd better listen seriously and
soberly. No jokes.
"Yes, Brian, that is all correct, we are partners, equal partners and we
share everything."
"Well, Mikey, I want to share with you. Will you let me?"
'Geez,' Mike thought, 'what does he want to share?' He turned over and
faced Brian, both lying on their sides, arms around each other, gripping
each other's nude body, their heads so close.
"Please go ahead, Brian, anything for you, lover, anything for you."
Brian sighed, then whispered, "Mike, I have money, don't I?"
"Yes."
"And I can use it for whatever I want, can't I?"
"Yes."
"Well, then, what I want to do, Mikey, I want to put an addition on this
cabin, same style, same looks, same everything but lots, lots more room."
His courage was increasing as was his speed. "I want five bedrooms, and a
master suite for us, then a large dining room, and a big recreation room,
and bigger, better kitchen, and a great room." He giggled, "I think that's
all I can remember now. There may be more." He stopped and breathed
excitedly, "Oh, and more bathrooms, huge showers. And, Mikey, I already
asked Ricco, you know he's graduating in architecture next June, if he'd
draw up some plans and he said he would. They'll come over next weekend to
show us." Brian was breathing rapidly in short breaths. "What do you
think, Mike? I wanted to ask you before the election, before you have to
be away so much. I have loved your cabin, it is wonderful, and cozy," he
paused, "too cozy. We need room and better facilities."
Mike wanted to say this right, to give Brian encouragement and hope.
"Brian, I think that is a wonderful idea and I thank you for it. I know I
get used to my surroundings and don't always think how they could be
improved. You have done that for me. You have my blessings, love, and I
will look at the plans with delight and wonder. Ricco probably bring his
plans this weekend. He and Tony have been such a help that last six weeks
with the campaign."
He kissed Brian hard on the mouth, "And, my dear young man, I appreciate
you want to share. I'm not one to look the 'gift horse' in the mouth,
though I might permit my tongue to venture there." Which he did.
The two men started making out, arousing their bodies to sexual excitement,
their cocks full and pulsing lightly, pounding with the beat of their
hearts.
Mike loved this blond, exciting man, so well built, well-placed and
developed muscles, finely delineated, but not bulging. His chest,
delectable pecs and abdomen were smooth, hardly any hair on them and what
was there was light blond, hardly to be seen. Mike raised Brian's nearest
arm over his head and pressed his nose in the pit, then licking the meager
crop of golden hair he found, excited by the aroma of Brian's light sweat
and his body scent, a young man well out of puberty but still young enough
to seem overloaded with hormones and drooling pre-cum.
Brian himself was totally in love with Mike, his hero, and idol, just 10
years older but so mature, dark haired and handsome, sharp and regular
features on a face Brian loved to spread kisses all over. Mike was no body
builder, but he was well-developed and proportioned, his muscles perfectly
set up and kept in tone. Mike had a light smattering of dark hair all over
his chest and abdomen, not dense, but still obvious. His nipples were
light pink and circled by some waves of his black hair but which did not
cover up his nipples. His back was smooth and his buttocks had some hair
but not much and not long. In between those butt cheeks could be found
longish black hair around Mike's pink puckered anus, bright and unmarked,
but very receptive to an approach from Brian's large cock, a cock which
loved to be buried to the root in Mike's ass to find the climax of its
sexuality.
Mike changed his position to put his head at Brian's crotch which would
also put Brian's head at Mike's. Immediately, they both rammed the other's
rock-hard cock into their mouths, using their tongues vigorously against
the sensitive glans and into the piss slit as far as possible.
Mike had other ideas. He moved farther down Brian's body, between Brian's
legs which surrounded Mike's chest under his arms. By helping Brian to
arch his body, Mike's face succeeded in reaching Brian's rear end,
spreading his cheeks and working his nose and tongue into the aromatic
depth of his anus. Gripping Brian's thighs with his upper arms, Mike could
force his tongue around the wrinkled asshole, then finally, making the
tongue into a spear, rammed it into the juicy hole, his lips suckling on
the anal pucker, thrilled with the scent of his lover man, his sex and his
opening.
At the other end of the couch, Brian was following Mike's lead, working his
way through Mike's legs, around his sex and spreading the cheeks,
titillating Mike's anal sensories with his tongue and lips, spreading
juices all around. Brian decided to go a little farther, he stuck his left
middle finger in his mouth, getting it thoroughly sodden, dripping with
saliva. After a little teasing of the anus, he slowly stuck his finger
into the hot, soft and hard anus, then deeper into the rectum, finally
crashing on Mike's prostate, causing groans and moans from his older lover,
plus much jerking and wrenching of the solid, muscular body in his arms.
"Mikey, I'm almost ready. How do we want to do this?"
"If it's ok with you, I'd sure like your hot dick up my ass, lover, way up
my ass and shoot all your hot cum inside me, way up, way up."
Mike got on his back and lifted his legs way over his head revealing his
starving pucker to Brian's leering eyes. "Stick it in, Brian, I need it
bad, it's been too long." "Here I come, Mikey, the head is against your
rear lips, pressing into them, I'm forcing my way into your hot ass, your
dripping, aroused butt hole, here I go, oh hey, man, I'm in, I'm in, Mikey,
my dick is in and I'm shoving it all the way past your prostate and up
toward your stomach. Oh, you're so hot, burning, fiery, my cock is on fire
and your insides are slicking all of it. Oh, Oh, Mikey, I can't hold it,
can't hold ..... I'm .... com .... " Brian gave one last prod of his
cock and balls into Mike's ass, then collapsed on top of Mike. Mike
wrapped his legs around Brian's butt, holding him inside of his butt,
clamping tight, his cock still pumping into Mike's guts, cum streaming,
some leaking out of the stretched asshole.
"Oh, Mike, thank you so much, I love you so much, no one but you, man."
The thought, 'What about the kids, Brian?' came to Mike, but he would never
bring Brian's extra sex outside of their own between them. He knew Brian
just couldn't help himself sometimes, but he also knew it didn't mean
anything. Only if Brian went outside of their circle of friends would Mike
have to bring him back.
"Brian, I think that's the first I've ever cum without touching my cock,
your sex thrust in my ass did it, I came almost when you did. You will
notice when we try to split apart that my cum is all over our chests, and I
want you to notice how extra strong it is. That's your love.
Mike grabbed Brian's buttocks with both hands, spreading them, then
entering his rear with two middle fingers which started pumping in and out
of the tight lips, first one, then the other going deep, trying to find
that prostate. Soon as he located it, Mike set out to agitate that gland
inside, trying to arouse Brian again, he wanted to be fucked again.
He noticed that Brian's cock never had gone soft, still in his rectum,
resting a little, but throbbing, lightly. As Mike continued his
palpitation of the prostate, Brian rekindled his sexual intensity and
animal passion.
Finally, Brian awoke his body, he started humping his hips into Mike,
ramming his hot, reerected prick, so sensitive and excited, cock in and
cock out, that delicious hunching into his lover's back tunnel until
finally, Brian managed to scrape up another pint of cum to fill Mike's
rectum completely until his ass lips drooled down his thighs.
This time, they both collapsed and slept, tight in each other's arms, their
bodies as one spirit, one goal, one love. Until the fire died down and the
shivering and shaking woke them.
Of course the chirping of Mike's cell phone didn't help.
"Yeah," Mike muttered, not much awake. He looked at the clock, 10:00 am.
"Hi, Liz."
"Yeah, you could say we just woke up." He paused, "Yes I know I have tons
of places to be and we'll be with you in ... ah ..... oh, a half .... oh
maybe an hour. How's that?"
"Well, that's the best we can do. Please be kind, Liz. We need some time.
See you."
Brian hugged Mike hard, "I'm sorry, Mike, I got you up so early. I know
you have that TV show to be on tonight, and that's important." He looked
and felt guilty. Mike put the phone down, cuddled with Brian again, "It's
not that important, Brian, you are what's important to me."
He kissed Brian and noticed tears running down his cheeks.
"What is it, Brian?"
"You are so good to me, Mike, I'm so ......"
Mike rubbed Brian's blond curls and broke in, "Brian, you are good to me,
too. Now let's get cleaned up and go to work, huh?"
Brian managed a smile, "Thank you, Mike, I love you more than anything."
"And I love you more," Mike answered, holding Brian so dearly, so lovingly,
almost desperately, he loved him so much.
Ed Moore, Mike's opponent's campaign manager, had followed his boss, Kevin
Rogers, when he visited Mike's accuser, Jacob Howard, to find out just what
evidence he had against Mike and particularly to warn him about trying to
spread the gossip. So, rat fink Ed knew where to find out about Mike.
That was a week before Mike's TV appearance, the one that had to go well
for him, probably the deciding event before the election.
The next day Ed Moore visited with Jacob Howard who just loved having
another listener for to his tale of dirt. After hearing what Jacob had
told the others, even Ed Moore knew that there wasn't enough evidence to
try to accuse Mike of being a faggot. He decided to talk to his candidate,
Kevin Rogers, about what he heard and how they could use it. He completely
forgot that Rogers had warned him away and not to try to find out Kevin's
source.
After a certain series of events at Rogers campaign headquarters, Ed Moore
found himself fired from his job and banished from the headquarters. Kevin
would be his own manager, right up to the wire. He didn't believe he had a
chance to beat Mike, especially with Mike's congressional crusade to help
those kids kicked out of their own family.
Ed Moore in the meantime was determined to get something on Mike, maybe he
and that blond kid he had around all the time. Ed didn't know nor would
ever learn that the blond kid was worth over $250,000,000 at a minimum,
probably more. He began to plot and plan in his devious and malignant mind
some way he could catch them in a compromising situation. He'd get them,
then tell everyone; newspapers, radio, TV and all just what they were. He
didn't care whether Kevin Rogers would win or not, just so Mike Keith lost.
Roy and Sean were up and ready for work, Sean to the hospital and Roy back
to the office and his financial business. They were totally committed to
each other, in love and also in lust, often making the hottest sex of their
young lives. Sean was always amazed that he had stuck with Roy, in fact,
strenuously pursued him even since his parents kicked him out for the
second time. Roy was so devastated after that that Sean had a hard time
bringing him back to their life together.
The night that Roy was ready to kill himself was a turning point in both of
their lives.
Sean had always been a one nighter with other guys, no long term
commitments, no return calls.
It came to be a rigid rule. Actually, Sean was lucky not to have caught a
STD from one of them, but he was careful to use condoms, staying away from
bodily fluids as much as possible.
Roy finally told Sean the next morning what happened that day in Washington
when he went to see his parents once more, ready to concede much if they
would allow let him to come home. By the time Roy reached their front door
around noon, he was sweating, nervous and so tense he was shaking, just
plain scared.
He had reason to be scared. His father was a highly physical man, sort of
red neck macho man, given to striking out before thinking, if he ever did
think. With a trembling hand, Roy rapped his knuckles on the plain, solid
front door.
The door swept open, revealing Roy's father standing, legs spread, fists
resting on his hips, arms bent and elbows out to the side. The expression
on his face gave Roy no hope for a reprieve from his exodus, in fact Roy
was beginning to think he'd be lucky to leave alive.
"What the hell do you want, faggot? You don't live here! Remember?"
"But, Dad, I'd really like to come back home. This is my home."
"Wrong, gay boy, wrong. Not your home, never your home, never. Got that?"
"Dad, please, let me see Mother, please?"
"For the last time, you freak, get out and stay away, for good!"
"Couldn't I just see Mother, she's my mother for god's sake."
Roy's father pushed out of the house, shoving the screen door to one side
in his fury and kicked Roy in the left leg, knocking him off the porch and
down the steps. "Get off the property!"
Roy tried to get up and walk away, tears running down his face, partly from
the pain and partly from his frustration and embarrassment. He immediately
fell again, not able to stand on the leg. While his father was still
screaming at him, Roy had to inch his way off the property, crawling on his
side, dragging his injured leg.
Roy couldn't believe what had happened, what his father had done, and also
wondered what he was supposed to do, no phone, no one to help. Finally,
his father went back inside.
"Hey, Roy," Roy heard someone whisper nearby. "Can I help you, Roy?"
Looking around Roy saw a friend, his next door neighbor, Matt Bolser.
They'd been friends for many years growing up. Matt was definitely not
gay, but he liked Roy and they had palled around without any problems up
until Roy left for River City, Ohio.
Roy looked at Matt and tried to smiled, "Well, Matt, I seemed to have taken
a tumble."
Matt bent down over Roy. "Yeah, I saw your father kick you out. Do you
want to sue him?"
"Don't give me ideas. I'd like to, but have to get back to Ohio." He
smiled broadly, then, "Matt, can I tell you I've met my man? Well, I did.
His name is Sean Pratt, and he's a ICU nurse at the Memorial Hospital in
River City, Ohio. He's gorgeous and he has bright red hair, and we love
each other." He blushed, "I'm sorry, Matt, I know you didn't want to hear
that."
Matt took Roy's hand in both of his, "Roy, I shouldn't need to tell you
that I've loved you in my way for many years. I'm just not in love with
you. You are a great guy, I wouldn't waste my time on a loser." He
smiled, "There, I've said it, I love you." He looked at Roy's leg, feeling
the lower limb. "I'm sorry, Roy, I think you have a broken leg, near your
ankle. I'm going to call the Emergency Service. They'll help you.
Probably need a cast."
"I'm going to stay with you, my friend, and I'll take you to the airport if
the Emergency people will fix the leg and let you go."
Roy couldn't help crying, tears coursing down his cheeks. "I'm sorry,
Matt, I appreciate your help so much. I want you to come out to River City
and meet Sean. I'll guarantee you'll like him and I want you to see his
fabulous, posh apartment. It's something else!"
Matt sat on the cement sidewalk and held Roy in his arms, soothing him
while he called 911. Fortunately, the Emergency vehicle arrived quickly.
Matt followed them to the hospital, waited while Roy's leg was set, then
accompanied Roy to the airport, getting his ticket and putting him on the
plane after fighting with security about helping Roy to the gate. They
said goodbye and Matt gave Roy an especially sincere kiss on his forehead.
"Give my regards to Sean, Roy, and give me an invitation when it is
convenient for you."
After Roy completed the story, Sean could only ask, "Well, how sexy is this
guy, Matt, huh, Roy?" He smiled and leered, "How come you didn't seduce
him a long time ago?"
Roy reddened. "Sean, we grew up together and saw each other naked hundreds
of times.
We are buddies, not lovers and never would be. He isn't gay anyway, I'm
sure."
"Hey, man, we've got to get that guy out here to thank him for helping you
so much. You should have told me what he did before this." He gave a
sensual look. "Maybe we could find out if he actually is straight or not."
He laughed, "Just kidding, Roy, just kidding."
The evening before Mike's TV appearance, the blond twins, Tony and Ricco,
were driving east from Columbus to River City, and since it was the
beginning of November, the skies were getting darker much earlier. They
were riding in luxury because Ricco had bought a Dodge Durango with all the
accessories; Nils' friend, the lawyer, had dug a whole bunch of money out
of that insurance company. They missed the Mustang which Adam had rented
but the Durango was bad, too, really bad. The twins had driven to River
City every weekend for the last six weeks, helping Mike and Brian and Adam
with Mike's campaign. Tony looked at Ricco and smiled, thinking of that
last time they were in River City. They had stayed with Joey and Ben at
their house and had the most arousing and sensual sex they'd ever
experienced. The first sex they'd had with Joey and Ben, Ricco and Joey
sucked each other off while Tony and Ben fucked Joey and Ricco. "And a
great time was had by all."
Ben and Joey had suggested that Nils might be able to stop around, but they
didn't know when it would be. Tony had sex with Adam and Nils in the hotel
in Columbus when they first met, but Ricco wasn't there at that time.
Hearing from Tony how hot Nils was, Ricco sure would like to make it with
Nils, maybe even they both could at the same time like Joey and Ben had
done.
That time back in September, when they got up in the morning, Joey and Ben
had already gone to work in the city. So the twins headed for the kitchen
after they'd peed, cleaned their butts, showered, and shaved. Joey had
left stuff for them to eat, so they ate everything in sight.
The boys hadn't dressed, just sat around naked in the kitchen, occasionally
flicking each other's cocks, ending up with hot hard pricks when the front
door bell rang.
Trying to hide their erections, they rushed into the living room where Tony
could peek through the small door window.
"Hey, it's Nils, Ricco, we can let him in."
"Shouldn't we get dressed first, Tony?"
As an answer, Tony just swung the door wide open, watching the surprised
look on Nils' face as he realized who he was looking at.
"Come on in, Nils, we're glad to see you," Tony smiled, glancing down at
their hard cocks.
"Hope you have some spare time for us, Nils? Maybe?"
Nils walked in and shut the heavy door, being careful to lock it, both
locks. He smiled, looking at both boys, then looking at the boy's cocks.
"Aha, now I see how to tell you guys apart, Ricco's cut and Tony is uncut."
He laughed, "Since we'll probably be seeing each other naked a lot, no
problem knowing who's who."
When Nils said that, the twins assumed that he'd come to stay awhile and
began to take Nils clothes off starting with the sport jacket, then dress
shirt, and Ricco opened Nils' belt and pants button, also pulling the
zipper down fast, letting Nils' pants drop to his ankles. Since he wasn't
wearing any underwear, his large cock drooped over his balls, pushing out
just from the fat size of his cock. Nils was blond, like the twins, but
his blond was extremely light, almost platinum and his body had very little
hair on it, just his underarms and pubic hair. His body was mostly pink
and white, with very pale red on tits and lips, and prick. Oh, and
asshole, too.
Nils ran his hand through the short curls of his light, fine hair and
smiled brightly at Tony and Ricco.
"Well, what's on the menu, guys? Me?"
"As a matter of fact, Nils, we heard what you did with Joey and Ben, you
know, when they stuck both their dicks in your ass." Tony moved closer to
Nils, his hands sliding over Nils' buttocks on one side while Ricco stood
on his other side, one hand holding Nils' slowly erecting cock, the other
lifting Nils' heavy scrotum, full of his potent seed.
Nils couldn't help handling both pair of buttocks on either side of him,
gently sliding his fingers between the tight, round cheeks. The twins had
beautiful muscular bodies that Nils admired greatly, and he thought, 'Man,
I've got to have these hot twins', just seeing them together makes him
ecstatic with lust and passion.
"Let's head upstairs, Nils, to our bedroom, the guest one they've put us
in." Joey added, "We just had a shower, have you, or would you like to?"
"Just came from home and just showered, Joey, I'll be all right." He
stared at the sexiest buttocks he'd ever seen as he climbed the stairs
behind them, pert and tight, narrow and firm.
Walking into the bedroom, all three solid cocks were at full height and
drooling, dripping onto the floor, urgently pounding their cadence of lust
and passion fire.
"OK, guys, if you want to do what Joey and Ben did, I'm ready. Is there
any lubricant around?" Then he laughed, "Of course there is somewhere, I
know Joey and Ben very well, if they aren't fucking, they're sick."
Tony walked to the boy's bedroom and found the jar of albolene, carrying it
back.
The two beds were still together as one bed, so Nils was figuring out how
this sex act could be accomplished.
"Ok, guys, you lay across the beds in a line, your heads at the opposite
end of the line.
Then your feet are facing each other and you get closer and closer until
your balls are hanging together and your cocks are underside to underside.
Got it? Do it."
The twins sat in the middle of the bed, lifting their legs out of the way
as they lay back on the beds, heads practically over the edges. Then their
butts were touching, their balls hanging partly in the way and their cocks
rising together into a tower of dicks, both of them drooling their thick,
clear pre-cum flowing over the glans and down the shafts.
The twin's legs were spread as wide as possible for Nils to be able to sit
on their cocks.
He'd had Ben and Joey's cocks in his ass at the same time, but even though
theirs were long, the twin's dicks were much thicker. Nils was just a bit
worried, but if he didn't get as hot as he could possibly get having sex
with these gorgeous studs, he'd be in trouble.
Nils climbed on the bed, kneeling by their crotches, gripping their
throbbing, pulsing hot and hard as nails pricks in two hands while he let
his tongue lap up their juices, sucking the heads into his mouth as far as
he could. He hoped his ass would open up more than his mouth had done,
because he barely got the two heads in his mouth. They lay side by side
while he was tonguing the spongy flesh, so swollen, sensitive and sensual.
The two cockheads pressed as one seemed about the same size as the blunt
end of a baseball bat. Ohh, man.
The boys had a hard time keeping still and not pulling their bodies apart
at all, and they each grabbed the other's upper thighs, pulling their butts
together more tightly. They even leaned on their elbows, raised up a bit,
so they would be able to see their peckers slide into Nils' tiny asshole.
Tony told Nils to kneel over him so he could rim his asshole, get it wet
inside and out.
Then he could kneel over Ricco to do the same. And if he didn't mind, Nils
could suck their cocks individually or jointly to get them ready, but not
too much. Tony knew their limit and they were nearing the explosion level.
Nils did that so Tony could lick his hole, tonguing around and in the anus,
making it all slippery with saliva.
"Oh, man, Nils, get off my cock, I could cum any minute. Get on Ricco's."
So Nils moved around and knelt over Ricco, taking his cock while he rimmed
Nils' hole like Tony did. Ricco also played with Nils' tight, narrow
buttocks, strong and yet pliable under his fingers. Nils hanging ball
sack, stretched but still wrinkled, so soft like velvet, gave Ricco the
idea to handle Nils' balls, working them with his fingers, then pulling the
balls down to the bottom of the sack while he still rimmed Nils' asshole.
Suddenly, Nils moved away from Ricco, "Ricco, I can't take any more or I'll
cum. I loved it but no more." He then grabbed the jar of albolene, then
worked the lubricant onto the twin's shafts and glans, running his hands up
and down them. Another glob of albolene was rammed through Nils' anus and
into his rectum, lubricating his rear tunnel.
Satisfied that he was ready, Nils moved his ass over the boys' crotches and
aimed their joint cocks at his hole. He was unsteady, but determined, and
had one hand on Ricco's hip and the other holding the cocks up straight and
as tight together as possible.
Nils could feel the dual slippery heads meet his anus, forcing the lips and
muscles apart, slowly making their way inside. Nils groaned, "Oh god, that
hurts, that's tight, guys, I'm not sure about this." He was letting his
butt settle lower and lower, when, by accident, his hand slipped and he
dropped hard onto the spear points, half of the pricks were in his ass.
"Oh, damn, god, oh man, ugh! I'm don't know .... oooh, that smarts."
Nils was bent in pain, sweat pouring from his head and chest, dripping on
the boys.
Tony groaned, "Nils, you don't have to do this. I know we're a lot bigger
than Joey and Ben." He suggested, "We could fuck you separately, Nils,
that would be great."
"No!" Nils snapped. "I'm going to do this. I'm not going to break my
butt."
Nils lightly raised and lowered himself, pushing more and more of the hot,
hard rods into his rectum. Finally, Nils' butt sat tightly against the
boys' curly, blond hair, and, as he rested a bit, his ass became the hotbed
of his erotic ecstasy where his center of passion began to build up to
shoot his streams upon streams of white hot semen very soon.
"How goes it boys?" Nils smiled in his erotic pleasure.
"Oh, Nils, this is heaven, both our dicks in your ass, rubbing side by
side, right, Ricco?"
Ricco started to hump into Nils' ass, so Tony did too but not at the same
time. "Nils, we are so hot in such bliss, such passion. I'm sure it must
hurt, but we do appreciate this."
Nils spoke through his teeth, "It's getting better, guys, much better, a
heavenly dildo."
Nils let the twins control their punching his ass and he just bounced along
with them, the pain from his sphincter easing, plus the crowded cocks
pressing against his prostate shocking him into higher limits. He knew he
would cum soon, very soon.
"Guys, are you about ready? I am, for sure, very soon."
"Ok," Tony responded, "Come on Ricco, double speed, hot and harder." They
were panting, breathing irregularly, shallow but shaking their bodies.
"Here we come, Nils, take us, take our dongs, now," he yelled. "Take our
cum, our hot, fiery, thick cum, I'm shooting, come on Ricco, with me."
Their cocks started pounding Nils' ass and pummeling his whole lower body
while their cocks shot and shot globs of semen, filling his rectum until it
started seeping around their rods, dripping into their pubes and down their
crotch to their balls.
Nils didn't make a sound, but from the squeezing the guys felt on their
pricks, they knew he had come too, all over their bed. Ricco reached to
wrap his fingers around Nils' huge cock, "Next time, Nils, we'll both take
your monster there up our own asses. Ok?"
"Yeah," Nils moaned, smiling at them, "That I will take you up on."
As their cocks returned to normal size, the twins helped Nils get back on
his knees and turned him on his back, climbing on top of him, one on each
side, kissing the handsome face, massaging his body to help him relax.
"Thanks, Nils, we are very grateful. You're the greatest, can we do this
again?"
"We'll see about that. Maybe after my ass cools off. Adam may be able to
decide our relationship after Mike's reelection. That comes first now.
Can you two help this weekend with signs and stuff? That is if you aren't
too busy with Joey and Ben." He laughed and grabbed the twin's pricks,
identical except for the one foreskin.
Tony answered eagerly, "Yeah, Nils we'd love to help. There'll be time for
Ben and Joey later. Wait 'til we tell him what we've just done."
"Ah, guys, make sure they know it's a secret, please. Don't let Adam know.
Ok?"
When Mike and Brian parked in front of Mike's campaign headquarters, they
both remembered their first coming together to this building about four
months before. At least that was Brian's first time, but not Mike's since
he used the same place for his previous campaign.
Brian remembered being introduced around and especially to Liz Crouse, the
office manager from whom he'd learned that she had known Brian's late
father in college. She used to date him and could have been Brian's mother
if they had stayed as a couple. That connection meant a lot to Brian
because his father had just been killed in an air crash. He then became an
orphan because his mother had died of cancer five years before that. Brian
broke down, seeking Liz's consolation plus her warm embrace while she tried
to stop his crying jag. With a lot of hugging and soft whispering she
accomplished that with a lot of tender care and her innate compassion.
This time they walked into an ant hill of activity; phone calls, printer
chatter and busy conversations were filling the air with electrically
charged hubbub. Looking around, they spotted Adam, Joey and Ben and the
Montoni twins and even Pete and GB, all busy with their assignments.
Brian laughed and whispered to Mike, "What could Liz have found for our
kids to do?"
"You mean Petey and GB?" he chuckled, "I'd hate to guess, but she's so good
to them I'll bet they'd do anything for her."
Finally, Liz noticed them, waved and pointed to the conference room,
beckoning them to follow her. Once the three of them were in the room with
the door shut, Liz's face reflected her concern, actually worry. She
pulled a mail bag from under the table.
"Mike, these came in yesterday, over a thousand of them, and, if you check
them, they are all exactly alike, the handwriting, the message including
the same spelling mistakes on each letter, the format and all." She looked
around vaguely, "I haven't done anything, because I could not think of
anything to do." She sat somberly on the old beat-up couch by the table.
Mike sat next to her, putting an arm around her shoulders. "Liz, you have
done fine. I've been running around and not paying attention to your
problems." He held her hand in both of his. "My dear friend, we will be
Ok, I guarantee it. Don't worry about these letters. Probably sent by
Jacob Howard, my old friend's father. I sure wish Bryan were still around,
he'd be a big help."
"But, what should I do with them?"
"Bury them, or burn them or just hide them. After the TV show tonight,
there won't be any problems, one way or the other. You'll see!"
Mike infectious energy and cheerfulness helped Liz brighten her spirits.
They stood up and both Brian and Mike hugged her closely. "Liz, you are
going great, keep it up. Not much longer, is it, just to next Tuesday,
three days." He smiled that famous Keith beaming grin at her and the rest
of the headquarters as they went back into the main room.
Mike and Brian sat at Mike's desk, going through his inbox, dumping trash
and filing what they needed to keep. A few minutes after they started, Liz
called over for Mike to get on line 3, an important call just for him.
"Hello, Mike Keith."
"Mike, this is Kevin Rodgers, I need to talk with you. Can you talk now?"
"Sure, Kevin, just go ahead."
"Well, Mike, I fired Ed Moore, my campaign manager, a couple days ago. I
found that he secretly followed me to Jacob Howard's house, then went back
the next day to talk to him."
"You've probably done the right thing, Kevin, but you need a manager, too."
"Mike, I'll be fine. Everything's all planned and with just 3 days to go,
no sweat."
Mike thought, then, "Kevin, if there is anything I can do, just tell me.
And if you need some fireplace starter, I've got a thousand letters
delivered here saying that I'm gay and no one should vote for me." He
chuckled, "They are all exactly alike and I guess that's probably the work
of Mr. Howard. No problem. I think I'll keep them, then sue him later."
"You have your TV appearance tonight, right?"
"Yup."
"Sure hope it goes well for you, Mike. Stick to your Dumpster Kids
program."
"I will unless I get ambushed by the host, Gerald Rivers. I've been warned
that I can expect anything from him out of the blue. I'll bet I know just
about what he's going to do."
"Got to run, Mike, my best to you. Stay careful."
"Ok, Kevin. I will call you after the election. Bye."
"Bye."
Mike was sitting in the make-up chair at the TV studio, impatiently waiting
for his turn to have his face darkened for the cameras. He wasn't nervous,
just wondering when the next 'shoe' would drop. The host of this show,
Gerald Rivers, was often a loose cannon, you never knew where he was
headed, and that may have been part of his popularity. The station was on
cable and would be seen all over Mike's district, though how many would be
watching at any particular time was unknown.
When he saw Gerald before the show, he pointedly mentioned that he would
only answer legitimate questions which they had gone over. He wouldn't
answer questions about so called rumors of any sort on any subject.
Soon, Mike was brought on the set, introduced and was able to answer
questions about his present term of office and what he planned for the
future. They spent quite a bit of time exploring Mike's "Dumpster Kids"
program, how it would work, etc.
The interview was just about over when Rivers asked Mike, "Mike, I have
heard many rumors about the fact that you are gay. Is that true?"
Mike knew that the shit had hit the fan.
"Gerald, can you tell me how many rumors?"
"Well, no, I don't have a count, but a lot."
"How many is a lot?"
"Mike, would you answer my question, please." He sounded so polite, so
innocent.
"Mr. Rivers, I should walk out of here right now, but considering so many
are probably watching this show, I will give my opinion of the question."
He stared at Rivers determinedly, "I can't believe that 'everyone' wants to
know my sexual orientation, I certainly don't believe that subject has any
bearing on my fitness for election as a congressman.
"I believe I have served my constituents ably and with intelligence and
diligence for the last two years. For this reason I'm counting on the
voters to elect me, and not defeat me because of some 'rumors' you claim to
have gathered from 'never-never' land.
"So, that is my answer to your question." He took the mike off his tie and
stood up, still holding the mike, "Mr. Rivers, I wonder just how long you
will be in that chair." He paused, looked directly at Rivers, "Probably
not much longer."
Mike dropped his mike, turned on his heels and exited the set. He didn't
stay around to see just what the irrepressible pond scum would say, just
left, got in his car and drove to the Keith compound.
His first question for their financial associate, Roy McLean, would be,
"Roy, find out who owns that TV station and if it is for sale or could be
for sale." That would fix that son-of-a-bitch sleazebag to mess with Mike
Keith. He felt better. He probably didn't have enough money to buy the
station himself, but Brian did.
When Mike entered the front door of the cabin, he was immediately
surrounded by Pete and GB, Joey and Ben, Tony and Ricco, Adam, Nils and
Brian, and last but not least, Liz Crouse, all clamoring for his attention
and yelling how great he did with that sleazy, mangy bit of trash.
Adam spoke quickly, "And Mike, that piece of shit, oh, excuse me Liz," he
smiled," he couldn't think of anything to say so they went to a commercial
and it was over."
He didn't know if Liz felt out of place with all these guys (gays?), but
she didn't show it.
Finally Brian made himself heard. "Mike, I had an idea, why don't I buy
the friggin' station and fire that sucker!"
Mike laughed out loud, "Brian, I had already planned that you would do that
on the way home. Nothing would please me more." He thought a moment, "I
hate to be vindictive but I do think he deserves it." He yelled,
"Everyone, thanks for watching, I appreciate your support.
Now get something to drink and eat, Adam has a lot ready so dig in."
He smiled at the twins," Could I see you guys for a little bit, outside?"
This was the 2nd of November but not that cold outside. He grabbed Brian's
arm and whispered, "Outside with me, love, with the twins. I want you to
show me what you are planning."
The four men walked around the cabin, looking at the exterior. The cabin
was just one story, but had a high roof, two stories high over the living
room, then lower toward the back.
Two dormers topped the roof in the front, just to let light into the living
room.
"Look, Mike," Brian started, "where the roof slants toward the back, that's
where I envisioned the addition to connect, but it would be two complete
stories high with bedrooms and bathrooms on the second floor, then the
gathering rooms, rec room, your den and kitchen on the first." He smiled
proudly, feeling pleased with himself for taking big steps. "Ricco said
he's got some tentative plans for us. We can look at them inside."
"How far back will the addition go, Ricco?"
Ricco led them at least fifty feet behind the old cabin. "About to here,
Mike, but Brian keeps changing the number of rooms and who knows where it
will end up. I hadn't heard about a den for you until just now." He
smiled warmly at Brian, "But, we know he's in love with you and who could
deny him anything."
The rest laughed while Brian reddened, then hugged Mike, "You can't expect
me not to give you everything I can."
Mike hugged Brian lovingly, "No, I can't expect that." He turned to Ricco,
"I'm a little concerned about all the trees we might have to cut down."
Mike looked up quickly, he'd heard a couple of clicks, strange sounds,
certainly not out of nature.
"Mike, we've been working on that and have figured that most of those to be
cut down are really trash trees, not solid, viable timber. We'll try to
keep it to a minimum."
"OK, Ricco, let's go inside and look at the plans. Brr."
Mike and Brian sat on the couch in the living room after everyone had left,
Adam had even gone home with Nils and took Liz home on the way. Mike,
after thinking quietly, felt that Liz liked them all a lot, not because of,
but in spite of them being gay. She honestly didn't care.
Mike's arm was around Brian's shoulders, cuddling warmly this beautiful
young man, so blond and physically mature. They mostly sat quietly,
watching the flames in the fireplace rise and fall, flicker and flash,
sparkle and gleam. The lights were low, mainly some candles that Brian had
lit around the table. For some reason, Mike was on edge though he tried
not to show his nervousness.
However, his head and eyes raised to the ceiling of the room where he had
heard that tiny clicking again, clicking and then a whirring. He still
couldn't place the sound, couldn't connect it with any part of the house or
surrounding area.
"Oh, damn, son of a bitch, oh help, help, ahhh ... ohh ... uck ..."
Someone was yelling outside of the cabin, then they heard thumping and
bumping on the roof, some more screams of someone falling who seemed to be
pulling part of the cabin away. After a thud sounded from in front of the
cabin, they rushed outside, carrying flashlights in the blackness of the
night.
Mike couldn't help laughing, then got Brian laughing too, when they spotted
a man, lying on the ground toward the other side of the cabin. He wasn't
moving, either unconscious or dead, Mike really didn't care which because
he recognized Kevin Rogers' former campaign manager, Ed Moore. The bastard
must have been up on their roof, taking pictures of them through the
dormers which overlooked the living room. He had pulled off part of their
gutters.
"Brian, before he wakes up, if he ever does, we need to find his camera.
We'll go on that side and search using the flashlights. I don't want to
turn on the floods if I don't have to."
They traced over the ground around the casualty. Mike did check that Ed
Moore was alive and didn't seem terribly injured, might have a few broken
bones, though. Mike found the camera Ed had used under some bushes, old
fashioned camera and not digital. The case had spilt open on landing so
any film was ruined. "Aw, too bad, Brian, might have been some neat
pictures we could have put in our scrapbook." Mike also checked for a
possible small digital camera hidden somewhere on his body or in his
clothes. Nothing, and Mike checked everywhere, absolutely every possible
receptacle which could hold one.
Brian laughed, "Now what the hell are we going to do with this dickhead?
Could we shoot him as a trespasser, Mikey?"
"It's a thought, Brian, but probably would be too much paperwork, even with
Nils investigating the crime." He checked Ed again, still unconscious. "I
guess we better call someone - but who, or is it, but whom? Nils, or Adam,
I hate to bother them," he smiled," since they are probably just getting
warmed up in bed."
Brian suggested, "Why don't we just call 9-1-1 to get an ambulance to pick
up this trash."
"OK, you watch him, don't let him get away because we will charge him with
trespassing, and I'll call the EMS." He thought, "I guess we'll have to
call the cops, too, but not Nils."
The time was well after midnight when their intruder was hauled to the
hospital with a police guard, two legs broken and concussion. He hadn't
awakened before he left so they decided to keep the camera for the time
being.
Mike and Brian finally got to bed, too tired for anything special, just
wanting to cuddle and sleep until late in the morning. But they should
have known better than that. Adam and GB and Petey were making a noisy
breakfast in the kitchen by seven in the morning.
Mike squinched his eyes at Brian who did the same back at him, "I don't
want to get up, Brian, but what can we do?"
Brian leered at Mike, "We could have sex and embarrass them."
"Brian, you know there's nothing we could do to embarrass any of the three
of them.
They would just join us." He remembered something. "Brian, we have to get
up, we told Ricco and Tony to come here for breakfast this morning. We
wanted to see the plans."
Brian groaned, nestling against Mike, his naked body touching Mike's warm
bare flesh from shoulders to toes. "Oh, all right," he jumped out of bed,
huge, hard dick swinging, "but I get first dibs on the shower." Mike
watched his lover head for the shower, his beautiful butt flicking back and
forth, the tiny melons bouncing alternately, forcing Mike to grab his cock,
pumping it.
"Ricco, these plans are great. You are an architect all right. Beautiful.
You are hired."
Brian was so pleased that Ricco did so well. "This will be your first
paying job, right?"
Ricco smiled, so gratified, "Well, until I graduate and am certified, I
will have to have everything checked by a registered architect," he
responded. "Thanks, Brian, I hope we can collaborate many times."
"And, you got a great business partner, Tony here, and no one will know who
is doing what to whom unless they see you guys naked. What a partnership."
He mused, "That's not a bad idea." He tittered, "No, no, forget that, I
didn't mean it."
Mike was finished and dressed, waiting for them. "Come on, guys, we ALL
have a lot of work to do. Remember, I still would like to be elected on
Tuesday if that's ok with you."
The crowd together attacked Mike, tickling and teasing, until he acted
furious and yelled, so they got dressed, ready to go to campaign HQ.
Outside, Mike saw Ricco's Durango for the first time, "Wow, that lawyer
friend of Nils must have made you a heap of money. Nice SUV."
Ricco smiled, discomfitted, "Well, Mike, he made a lot, too. No slouch. I
must thank Nils again for having him help us. You know, now Tony and I
have enough money to finish college without scrounging any more from our
parents. It's great."
Tuesday, November 5th dawned bright, the sun coming up on a chilly morn,
residents of River City rising to another work day with a special added
opportunity and responsibility. That day was the off year election of
local, district and state and federal candidates. Locally, at least for
Michael Keith, incumbent congressman for this district, this was an
important election day.
He had just finished his first term in the House of Representatives, one
out of 435 from all over the country, and certainly hoped to be sent back
for two more years.
The woods around Mike's compound were resplendent in gowns of reds, oranges
and vibrant yellows, some trees already bereft of leaves, dusting the
ground their dull colors. Mike and Brian woke early, about 5:30 so they
could be at the polls by the time the voting would begin, to vote for their
favorite candidate. Fortunately Liz had taken care of Brian's
registration, otherwise he would not have been eligible to vote. Neither
Mike nor Brian thought of it.
The cool morning had kept them welded together in their bed, sharing their
bodily warmth and sensuality, rubbing their bodies with their limbs.
"This is the day, Brian, stick with me, lover, I'll need you more than
ever. Privately, just between you and me, I'm scared to death, but I don't
dare show it." He nestled his head against Brian's, between his neck and
shoulder, just slightly shivering.
Brian hugged Mike tightly, kissing his thin lips, then cheeks and eyes,
then sliding down, he reached Mike's nipples and attacked.
"No, no, Brian, we can't. I want to so bad, but I must, we must, get
ready, looking happy and confident, deserving and innocent this morning.
But, tomorrow morning, after we've won, then we'll celebrate. I love you
so much and I don't deserve your love and devotion."
"Mike, we can argue this for eons, but let's just say I believe we deserve
each other, and have earned the other's love and respect."
In answer Mike started to tickle Brian's ribs, enough to get him out of
bed, giggling and pleading for relief.
The small white church not far from Mike's cabin was their polling place
where the dining hall was empty except for eight portable voting booths,
four for each political party. Two long tables were placed near the booths
where four women on each presided for the signing in and receiving ballots.
They all recognized Mike immediately, giving him friendly smiles and their
welcome, shaking his hand and wishing him luck today. Even the women from
the opposition party got up to shake hands, warmly wishing him a good day.
That helped Mike.
Brian received the warm smiles but no special recognition, grasped his
ballot and took it to an empty booth. Sliding the ballot into the special
holder, he followed the directions and used the punch tool to vote on
various issues and local candidates. He felt so privileged to be able to
vote for Mike, and almost tearfully prayed that Mike would win. He knew
Mike would recover if he lost, but not without a difficult struggle.
They both dropped their ballots into the slot on top of the ballot box,
both so concerned for Mike's chances. Their eyes met and held for a
minute, sending the message of hope and promises of successes.
In Mike's Mustang the two slowly drove to Mike's headquarters where they
would spend the next twelve hours while the polls were open. When the
polls closed, they would join their friends at Mike's cabin to spend a few
hours waiting for the ballots to be counted. Mike was too nervous to wait
at the headquarters with all the helpers. And he didn't want to listen to
the tally of ballots being recorded.
Brian and Mike were again sitting on the couch, watching the fire, holding
hands, often looking into each other's eyes, while the others ate and drank
and played Monopoly to help ease the waiting.
The chirping of Mike's cell phone broke into the thoughts of all those
waiting.
Silence.
"Hello, Mike speaking."
"Oh, Hi Liz, good to talk to you - or is it?"
"Mike, I'm calling to find out which results you'd like first, the school
bond issue or the animal shelter mill levy, or your votes?"
Against his nature, Mike laughed and tried to remain calm. "Liz, you can
tell me just anytime now." He grabbed Brian's hand and held on tight!