Date: 1 Nov 2001 10:26:34 MST
From: Paul H.Daventon <magic-organ@usa.net>
Subject: Turning-The-Page-5

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,
places or events, it is purely coincidental.  If you are under 18 or if
reading this story would be illegal for you in your area or if you don't
like the subject matter, please leave now.  Otherwise read on and the
author hopes you enjoy it.

Furthermore, the country, the legislature and its members, the capitol and
River City in a state whose strange name for some reason is Ohio, are
complete figments of the author's imagination. All characters described
herein are completely fictitious and are not intended to represent any
living person.

Turning the Page 2001 by Paul H. Daventon.  All rights reserved. No part of
this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without
written permission of the author.  Write to Paul at authorpaul@hotmail.com.


                             Turning the Page - Chapter 5

     Mike slowly raised his eyelids, cleared his view by blinking them a
few times, and looked immediately into Brian's face just a few inches from
his own.  His young lover was still asleep, breathing softly and slowly,
his warm breath tickling Mike's chest hair since the blond's head rested on
his lover's shoulder.
     The room was cool but Mike felt very warm with his partner snuggled
closely against him. Brian was a cuddly hot water bottle that would never
go cold.  Mike carefully extricated himself from under his dear friend
because he needed to pee badly.  He gingerly slid from under the covers,
standing naked beside the bed, pausing to look at the extraordinarily
handsome 18 year old former Congressional Page.  His beautiful face
appeared serene and relaxed, reflecting the warmhearted attitude he had
shown while falling asleep.
     Mike headed for Brian's mammoth bathroom, his solid morning erection
pointing the way, searching for relief with its inner radar.  He quietly
shut the door and aimed his erection down before allowing his stream of
urine to splash in the water.  'It must be early', he thought though he
hadn't seen the time, 'I'll go back and maybe we can sleep some more.'
Before he left the bathroom, he took the time to brush his teeth and
hopefully sweeten his morning breath.
     The legislator cautiously reentered their huge bed, insinuating his
now-cooler body back under Brian's still warm naked flesh.  Obviously, he
hadn't been careful enough, or the shock of his cool body against Brian's
warm one had been too extreme because Brian started stretching his limbs
and actually nuzzling against his lover.  The slender blond soon realized
the person he was hugging held less heat than his own body.
     Brian's eyes popped open, a bit startled until he realized he was
holding tightly to Mike, his lover, and now fiancee since last night's
promises.  At that point he strengthened his grip and moaned contentedly,
stretching his neck so his lips could reach Mike's for the first morning
kiss.
     "Aha," Brian jerked away and complained, "you stinker, you've been up
and brushed your teeth.  That's not fair, Mr. Happy Breath."  He gave Mike
a light punch in the shoulder, grinning.
     "But, my young dear one," Mike returned, "you never have an unpleasant
breath. I swear you must munch on Altoids all night."  He snickered
quietly, holding Brian closer to himself, rubbing his hand down the boy's
muscular back to his buttocks with which his hands immediately started to
grapple.
     Mike lips were messing with Brian's ear, "Honey, you know what I'd
like?" He didn't wait, "I like to take a shower with you.  I saw what
looked to me like a team shower room and I'd like to try it out with
you. Ok?"
     Brian grinned lasciviously at Mike, "Heh, heh, I think that's a great
idea, lover.  Let's go!"
     He crawled out of the emperor sized bed, made a grab for Mike's hardon
and succeeded, then pulled him to the bathroom toward the shower room by
his erection that was dripping already, pushed the button which started all
the jets flowing with the correct temperature. The shower room was
completely tiled on all surfaces, about 10 feet square, room for multiple
bathers or lovers.
     Mike found himself being barraged by at least eight shower heads,
connecting front and back and both sides at different levels, too, with an
invigorating force on his naked flesh. To protect himself, he grabbed
Brian's nude body, drawing it to himself, embracing the mass of such
perfect silken skin, the defined muscles from the tough traps and delts, to
bulging biceps, then to platelike pecs and lats, abs and finally the
perfectly formed glutes, the beautiful, tight and full buttocks, so hard
yet supple enough to yield to Mike's searching fingers.
     The older man was in flesh heaven, not having had much experience in
male-to-male sex except just a bit at 14 with his old buddy Bryan and what
he and Brian had done so far.  They hadn't experimented beyond the usual
sucking and each fucked once , which had satisfied Mike, but he wanted more
of the same.  Right then he was only concerned with satisfying Brian's
desires and his own.  By rubbing Brian's back and butt, he knew his own
cock was rock solid, a shaft of flesh, cartilage and blood-swollen spongy
tissue, and he could feel Brian's equally hard cock against his crotch.
     Meanwhile, Brian was massaging Mike's shoulders and cheeks, cherishing
his flesh just as he was being treasured.  Their lips met in a fierce
tangle of tongues and slippery kisses exchanging juices, both men relishing
his committed lover, their fire and passion, raising their excitement to
new heights.  Brian pressed another button in the wall which lowered the
water pressure so that the streams hit the floor, not them.  That kept the
room warm and steamy.
     The younger man slowly licked down Mike's front, nipping at each
nipple, tonguing them and pressing the firm pectoral underneath, all the
while holding Mike's back tightly and caressing the skin and muscles.
After making a pass at the umbilicus (it was an innie) with his tongue and
lips, Brian reached the dark pubic hair, tight and curly, licking the
matted shadow around his genitals, red and swollen, raging hot and
throbbing.  The scrotum had retreated already up into Mike's groin, the
balls nestled close around his cock, as if searching for protection,
hairless skin on the bag was smooth and enlarged by the potent balls, full
of sperm.
     Quickly, Brian grabbed hold of Mike's scrotum, pulling down on the
tender testicles while the other hand was wrapped around the long cock
which pulsed vigorously, as if trying to get away from the hand.  It wasn't
and it didn't because Brian held on tightly, moving his hand back and
forth, sliding the velvet skin over the head and back again.  Brian's
slippery tongue licked the drop of pre-cum that had emerged from the
urethra in the spongy, bursting cock head, then began to swipe around the
helmet-like cap which soon disappeared into Brian's mouth, into the soft
warmth and caressing tissues in that murky cave.
     While Brian started sucking and licking the older man's love tool, his
tongue found every bump and vein on the surface, and Mike's dick head found
the back of the younger man's throat where the muscles drew more pre-cum
from it, bringing Mike closer and closer to climaxing.  Brian could tell he
was getting hotter and switch from his cock to his balls, trying to get
one, maybe two, in his mouth, but they were stubborn, clinging heatedly to
their nest and let go reluctantly.  Once free, those testicles found
another home in the Brian's mouth, savoring the dark cavern which warmed
and excited them, his tongue spreading his inner juices full of sexual
vitamins and minerals.
     With the balls still in his mouth, Brian used his fingers to
delicately feel behind the balls, along the perineum, that super-sensitive
skin between Mike's thighs leading to the blond's immediate target, which
he found with his middle finger between the melons of buttocks. In the
secret, sacred flesh around the anus that he found, he layered the slick
saliva over the wrinkled opening, hearing Mike moan even louder, pushing
just the tip into it, sensing the power of his sphincter that was pinching
him.  He slammed his mouth over Mike's cock again, all the way down to the
hair, the searching prick nose shoved into his throat where it again
drooled pre-jizz on his tonsils.
     Sucking on Mike as hard as he could, faster and rougher, Brian shoved
his first two fingers as far as they could go into Mike's asshole in
pursuit of his prostate.  He found the knob and palpitated the gland,
sending his lover into a paroxysm, a seizure of sexual fervor which filled
his whole body and transmitted that to Brian who sucked still harder and
fucked his lover's ass with three fingers easily.
     "Brian, stop, please stop," Mike yelled, "I want you inside me.
Please, please make love to me in my ass, now, Brian, please now.  I don't
want to come until you do.  Dear heart, please!"
     Mike pulled him cock and ass away from Brian's mouth and hands,
regretfully in a way, but hoping for a greater expression of their love,
their passion and their happiness.  Turning his buttocks toward Brian, his
hand pulling wide his ass cheeks, Mike called, "Brian, here it is, come now
and make love to me, shove it in there, quick!"
     As soon as he could stand up and grab his already solid, concrete
cock, he grabbed hold of Mike's hip, pressed the drooling head of his dick
onto his rose bud of an anus and shoved quickly all the way in.  Mike
groaned, sounding in pain but loving it, though Brian didn't stop because
he knew this was just what Mike wanted. His balls banged against Mike's
scrotum, his pubic hair pushing on his buttocks as he lay over his lover's
back, thrusting and pulling his hips and cock into and out of Mike's
asshole, faster and heavily.
     While ramming his overcharged cock into Mike, Brian reached around to
Mike's groin, pushed his lover's hand away from his cock, and started to
masturbate the solid rocket of a dick fast and furiously, igniting it,
pushing it to blast off!  Soon Mike hollered, "Brian, I'm cuming, I'm
cuming, cum with me, take me and fill me with your honey, your love, your
essence, now babe, here I cum."
     Spasm after spasm hit Mike, his body in the throes of a cataclysm of
physical passion, and emotional release, his hips thrusting back and forth
while Brian plunged his love organ into the moving target with poise and
confidence.  Brian's hand felt Mike's cock pulsing and throbbing as his
white, clotted semen flowed from it, slobbering to the shower floor.  Mike
groaned and moaned, breathing hard, his mouth and dick dripping all over
the tiles.
     "Mikey, oh ... oh ..... I'm loving your ass and I love it and you
... I'm cuming ...  it's almost ... it's .. ugh ...uh ... ungg ... here it
is ...  in your body ....  ugh ...  "
     His cock is throbbing and thrusting, pushing three, four, five shots
of juicy cum into Mike's ass, deep into his body and soul.  Brian leaned
over on Mike's back, wrapping his arms around this lover's body, letting
his cock finish spurting inside the warm sheath.
     The young blond is so overcome with emotion and passion, that tears
flood his eyes, his body shakes with uncontrolled sobs and jagged
breathing, which Mike feels and immediately stands straight and turns to
take his young lover into his arms, embracing his body while kissing that
beautiful face, so flushed and glowing with gladness and love.  Brian
finally recovered from his monumental climax and began to hold Mike and
return his kisses.  Mike couldn't help having tears in his eyes, he loved
this young man so much, and especially loved Brian's making love to him in
such a special way.
     Shortly, Brian raised the water jets, they washed each other avidly,
even raising their standards to the horizontal position, so soon after
cuming.  That comes from being so young.

     Drying off, the two hunks walked into Brian's bedroom, not flaunting
their youthful, naked bodies, though that was the effect, and they found
Adam waiting.

     "Mahstah Brian, I do apologize for interrupting whatever you two were
getting up to, but I must perforce ask you to cease and desist immediately.
Your lawyers are awaiting at this moment in the library to talk to you and
the Congressman."  All that was said in his best imitation of a now extinct
British butler.
     Brian still looked stunned.  "Adam, how the hell did you get into my
bedroom? I know the door was locked before we went to bed."  He turned to
Mike, "Wasn't it?"
     Mike nodded solemnly, "Oh yes, we were most careful to try to keep our
privacy.  You see," he spoke gravely, "we are not at all used to an
audience to our playing around!" Then he broke the mood and started
snickering, laughing loud and long.
     "Mike, behave, " Brian warned, "or I'll have to grab something you
prize most exceedingly and squeeze hard!"
     "Mahstah Brian, if I may interrupt again.  You never took the time
while living in this house to search out all the secret passageways and
hidden stairs.  Think about this when you consider that I know everything
about you - well most everything.  Someday I'll take both of you on a tour
of the hidden byways.  In the meantime, I have served the gentlemen in the
library coffee and a selection of Danish, but they won't wait forever, even
for your eminences."  With a uppity snort, he raised his right hand over
his head, pointed his forefinger straight down to touch the top of his
skull, twirled on one foot three times, finally leaving by the regular
door.
     Both men were completely in the throes of hilarity, never having seen
Adam act in such a ludicrous and silly manner, he was usually so staid and
proper.  Resolving to present themselves in their finest, they dressed in
their best suits, white dress shirts, Tiffany ties and vests, more quickly
than ever before in their lives.
     Before leaving Brian's bedroom, Mike decided they better make some
decisions about the issues these lawyers might bring up.
     Mike pulled Brian down on the bed beside himself, embracing him
tightly. "Brian, I would like to take charge as your personal lawyer, and
cut these lawyers off at the knees.  I'm a lawyer, and I know what drives
them.  First, we'll announce that I am the executor, and you wish to be
their client, replacing your father, as long as you like their services."
     "That sounds good to me.  What else?"
     "Your father's consulting company should be dissolved quickly, and all
records should be brought here, under your personal control.  Who is the
accountant?"
     Brian thought a moment, "Oh, yes, that's Roy, Roy MacLean. He's very
good I think."
     "If he is good and knows the accounts well, you should keep him on, at
least for six months, maybe longer.  Give him a raise, or bonus or
something to keep him on the job."
     "What about a funeral or memorial service? We haven't talked about
that."
     "We won't need either because he didn't want it and there is no body,
but we will have a burial service at the family plot later sometime, mainly
setting up a memorial stone of some sort."  Brian was speaking softly,
possibly close to breaking down. Mike tightened his arms' hold on Brian's
body, trying to transfer his own strength to his lover's physique.
     Calming themselves down with difficulty, they shared a brief but
spirited kiss and entered the grand library of the mansion, erect and
dignified (they thought).  The lawyers were old and terribly serious,
regarding them with cold, calculating eyes, probably wondering just how
much they could skim off the top of this inheritance.
     Mike sat behind Brian's father's antique desk and spoke first,
"Gentlemen, I am Michael Keith, personal lawyer for Brian Stuart Whitlow,
son of Stuart Macleod Whitlow, who was your client.  I also happen to be a
lawyer and an Ohio Representative in the present Congress. I assume first
that Brian will also be a client of yours, that is, if he is satisfied with
the service he receives in the future.  I have been appointed to be the
executor of the estate by Brian Whitlow since his father neglected to name
anyone."
     The two lawyers nodded, confidently and optimistically, toward Mike,
who nodded back and smiled, somewhat skeptically.
     "We assume that his father's consulting company will be dissolved as
soon as possible.  He was the only employee except for his secretary, and
if Mr. MacLean agrees, he will be retained on salary for at least one year
to reconcile all accounts and property of the company. He will then be
given severance pay equal to six months of his salary, which I do know is
considerable.  All records will be brought to this house and analyzed and
recorded as needed."  He paused, "There will be no funeral or memorial
service; his father did not want that."  Mike paused to collect himself, to
settle his emotions, "Since there are no remains because of the
incinerating fire, a suitable memorial monument will be erected in the
family burial plot."
     Brian, sitting in an antique chair next to the desk, looked down at
his feet for a few moments, then raised his head, turned and gave Mike a
very loving and warm smile.  With that Mike did look at Brian and smiled
broadly, receiving a deep and penetrating stare from those liquid blue
eyes.
     "Gentlemen, I have read Stuart MacLeod Whitlow's will and believe I
understand his wishes entirely.  Correct me if I'm wrong, but it is my
opinion that the entire estate will be coming to Brian, and without probate
because of the trusts he set up.  Right?"
     Lawyer No. 1 spoke. "Yes, that is right.  The only possessions of his
father's that were not in trust were the day to day funds of his company
and your personal resources.  Mr. Adam Macleod has a trust fund set up by
your father ten years ago and he is aware of that asset." He continued,
"There will be a large amount of insurance because of Mr Whitlow's purchase
of a business policy in the circumstance of his death, since he was the
sole asset of the company."
     Lawyer No. 2 continued, turning toward Brian, "We will leave with you
the complete estate and company accounts of your father, Stuart MacLeod
Whitlow, for your examination.  You will probably want your accountant to
check everything, but it should be all in order."
     Lawyer No. 1 added, "When you are satisfied with everything, you need
to sign the documents on top and return them to us.  I assume you have
enough in the household accounts to continue running this household for a
month or two."
     Mike answered, "Yes, we are fine for the moment, but we will be back
very quickly with the signed documents to complete the transfer, if
everything looks accurate and complete.  Thank you gentlemen, I appreciate
you coming here on short notice.  Is there anything else for the moment?"
     Both lawyers rose, looked at each other with glances that said, 'Damn,
no skimming off the top for us on this one,' and muttered a bit and left.
Adam was ready to assist their departure.  Once they had left, he walked
into the library to clean up the coffee service and other debris. The two
young men rose, grinned at each other and gave a solid 'high five' slap
which developed quickly into a hot-blooded embrace and torrid meeting of
their heated lips.
     Adam smiled at them, wondering when he should break it up, but finally
deciding that they should have to answer his questions.
     "Ah, gentlemen, I really hate to break in again, but if you wouldn't
mind, I'd like to know your plans for the rest of the day, and if they
include some activities out of your bed."  Having received no response, he
paused, then continued, "Otherwise, I'll just have to take my MONEY and
start traveling away somewhere, somewhere you ARE NOT!"
     Adam tried to stomp out of the room, but the carpeting was so thick,
he made absolutely no sound and turned around to see Brian and Mike in
silent hysterics. His face became flushed as he felt they were laughing at
him, playing the fool, undeservedly giving him a hard time.  That really
pissed him off, he turned again toward the door, intending to leave
immediately.  However, before he could do it, he was tackled by two young
men (mature boys) who were still giggling irresponsibly and without
ceasing.  The three men crashed to the carpeted floor, a frantic jumble of
six arms and six legs, three heads and torsos, while Brian and Mike worked
desperately to immobilize Adam so that he could not leave.
     Adam kept yelling for them to get off of him, let him alone and let
him leave this place of madness.  He wasn't angry any more, but the others
didn't know that, so they intensified their efforts to contain him.  Adam
knew he was dealing with two love-sick young people who were not making
much sense and who could hardly breathe for their laughter, getting weaker
by the second.  Escaping from their holds would be easy now, he thought,
but he actually did not want to.
     "If you have had enough fun, you silly boys, I'd still like some kind
of an answer."
     Mike recovered his breathing first and spoke to Adam, his hands
holding Adam's head between them with affection, "Adam, you can't leave us,
you know we'd screw everything up for sure, and also, you are family and we
love you".  With that, Mike put a huge sloppy kiss on Adam's lips.
     Brian immediately squeezed higher up on Adam's body, pushing Mike out
of the way, also giving Adam his own personal smack on the lips.  "Adam,
you know damn well I'd be lost without you and so would Mike, so it would
be cruel and inhuman punishment to desert us."  After another kiss, "And as
Mike says, you are family and can't escape that.  We have pronounced that
you ARE family. OK?"
     Adam couldn't help smiling at both of them, tempted to reveal to them
his secrets, but he would not, at least not now, and he answered, "Brian,
you are very young and should act very silly at times, but Mike, you are my
age and need to set Brian a good example, like I do."  He turned to Brian,
"And you, young pup, have been so strong and patient, you deserve another
kiss."  And he did just that.
     "And for all morning exertions (ahem), I'll take us out for breakfast
at The Morning Exchange, my favorite restaurant, after which you may return
to your bedroom and spend the whole day in bed it you wish."
     The other two decided that was a plan and since they were all dressed
up and not too wrinkled, they headed for the restaurant in Mike's Mustang.
Their meal was frequently interrupted by laughing, snickering, giggling and
a few seconds of sober conversation.  The manager of the restaurant
considered asking them to leave, but he was well aware of who they were,
except for the congressman.  The men had become a family.


     Within two hours Brian and Mike had returned home after finishing
breakfast, divested of their clothes, showered again and slid between the
sheets of the king sized bed, clutching their nakedness to each other,
kissing and petting for a warm and exciting 5 minutes of foreplay.
     Brian whispered, "Mike, I love you, every part and limb, especially
your toys here," he grabbed Mike's dick and jerked it a little, "that I get
to enjoy myself."
     Mike retaliated by taking Brian's genitals in both hands, warming
them, caressing them, fondling the balls while stretching his penis to its
full length.  He softly rubbed the spongy, yet solid glans with his thumb,
feeling his pre-lube oozing from the slit and spreading the slick
smoothness over all of the organ.
     The older man was also nuzzling Brian's neck and shoulder, kissing and
licking as he went. The smooth and solid flesh excited him, bringing him to
new heights of ecstacy.
     "Brian, you would make me very happy if you would make love to me
again, make love to my yearning, fiery hole, sink your big cock all the way
and ram it and ram it until you drench my guts with your life's seed.  I
know you just did that a couple hours ago, but I need you and I need more."
     Brian answered his lover by climbing on top of him, pressing his naked
body against the slender, but muscular body underneath him and preceded to
kiss him from lips on down.
     Brian toyed with Mike's large nipples, tweaking the protuberant teats,
even biting down on them just a little before kissing and licking further
down the man's body.  Meanwhile, Brian's hand were caressing Mike's pecs,
sides and abdomen, trying to raise Mike's temperature to new heights,
trying to excite his senses and stimulate his nerves.
     Mike was squirming under his lover, his arms and legs flexing almost
spasmodically, while his skin shivered where Brian touched and fondle him,
his nerve ends stimulated enough to create visions in his mind of his lover
and of the few times they had already been together as sexual beings.  He
thought of the excitement on their sailboat, when Brian had made love to
him and took his virginity so tenderly yet fiercely; sending him to a
climax without even touching himself.  His asshole burned and flamed yet
accepted Brian's cock easily because of his love for the young man and his
need to have the fire in his rear end soothed through the eruption of the
slick, hot semen into it.
     Brian continued down Mike's body, sucking and licking the nipples, the
abs and into his belly button; finally he ventured through the pubic hair,
licking and pulling it until Mike complained a bit.
     "Oh, ok, I'll move on." He grabbed Mike's legs behind his knees and
pushed them up until his knees were on either side of his head and his
thighs rested on his chest.  In this position Brian had easy access to
Mike's butt which he kissed all over, sliding closer to the chasm between
them, running his tongue along the split, but not right on the wrinkled
hole. He was saving that.
     "Brian, honey, I'm awful close to coming even without touching myself.
Could you sort of hurry up?" he paused, "I mean, get that monster in my
butt, now!"
     The younger man moved up Mike's body to reach his lips which he kissed
fervently, feeling their softness but also their inner strength.  They
hugged each other tightly, petting and fondling naked, smooth skin, knowing
where their love lay.  Finally he reached for the KY on the night stand and
wetting his fingers, started pushing one, then two into Mike's hole.  After
three fingers entered easily, he decided that his cock would easily fit in
that hole.
     Mike was again writhing under Brian's efforts, clutching his lover's
back, then made a grab for Brian's cock, pulsing and throbbing against his
own butt, trying to pull the rock hard organ into his waiting hole, pulsing
and winking. The wrinkled red-brown flower of his soul waited impatiently
for Brian to fill the void in his rear end as he was sure no one else
could.
     Brian knew he better hurry, so he grabbed his fully-erected love shaft
and quickly took aim at the tiny orifice in Mike's bottom, pushed hard and
slid right in the slick hot hole, until his glans flange reached inside the
sphincter, pulling the cock in with an unbelievable suction of Mike's body.
Brian looked at Mike's face which was smiling and seemed in a glow of fire,
his dark eyes staring into Brian's blue ones, communicating into those
depths his delight in his lover and his talented love organ.  That was a
good sign, so the young man thrust his pulsing, swelling cock all the way
into Mike, until his balls slapped against Mike's buttocks, their bodies
completely united in physical love and an emotional bond that was going to
last the two devoted males for probably many, many years together.
     "Oh- I'm coming, Brian, I'm coming. Here it is, " he yelled excitedly,
"I'm shooting without even touching myself," he gasped, "that's what you do
to me, you super man, *amant extraordinaire et marveilleuse*.  Oh, I love
you so much, Brian"
     Brian hurried his pounding against Mike, plunging his slab of prick
meat faster and harder until he too cried, "I"m coming, Mikey, oh I love
you, I'm shooting my seed way deep into you. Can you feel it?  I'm shooting
- ah - my - bolt - again- and again."
     Brian lay on top of Mike, his stomach and abdomen coming to rest on
the puddles that Mike had discharged all over his front.  His still pulsing
cock sent more semen into Mike's bottom, but he collapsed on Mike, kissing
and licking his taut lips, his tongue finding his lover's to flick and duel
without stopping.
     The two exhausted men caressed, fondled and petted each other's naked,
sweaty body, along with making murmuring sounds and a bunch of cooing of
loving endearments, their hands clutching each other tightly until Brian
complained that he couldn't breathe.

     "Hey, Mike, I think we'd better shower again, together, right?"
     Mike grinned, "Sure, sounds like fun to me.  Let's go before we are
stuck together forever," he paused, "although that might not be bad
either."
     He slid off the bed, grabbed Brian's cock, still partially erect, wet
and slick, and pulled the younger man gently out of bed and headed toward
the bathroom and shower.  Brian couldn't resist wrapping his fist around
Mike's spent dick, pulling them together, grabbing Mike around the waist,
embracing his lover.  He put one hand behind Mike's head, drawing the dark
haired man's lips close to his own, finally smashing their lips together.
He caressed Mike's body, his shoulders and back, down to the beautiful,
prominent buttocks, sliding a finger to Mike's love hole, gently feeling
the pursed anus.
     "Does it feel ok, Mike? Making love twice in such a short length of
time, I hope I didn't hurt your rear end opening, did I?"
     Mike squeezed his lover and mumbled, "My love, you are the greatest,
so damn sexy and so gentle with me.  Your cock inside me is my culmination
in sexual excitements, I'll never deny you entrance, ever. I love you so
much."  He clutched Brian's buttocks and pulled his body into his own.
"And my turn is next, remember, I want to take you as my own, unite my body
and spirit with yours, and I'll ravage this sacred opening." At that point
Mike was fingering Brian's anus, slightly entering the love trap. '
     Finally, they walked into the large shower, cleaned each other
thoroughly, dried and returned to casual dress - briefs, jeans and sport
shirts with running shoes.
     "Brian, I just realized I don't know this house at all.  I better have
Adam give me a guided tour as soon as we can," he paused and smiled, "Do
you have an office or something on this floor?"
     Brian gripped Mike's right hand, leading him to another door in his
bedroom which opened into a smaller room but furnished as an office.
     "This has been my office for years where I've done homework, kept my
possessions in order and played a lot of computer games."  He snickered,
"I'm really hot on some of them," he continued, "but it is our office now.
Did you need to work now?"
     "Yes, my love, I have a number of phone messages to answer and I have
to check in with Liz in River City.  She'll be wondering how and where I
am.  So, lead me to the phone."
     "Ok, Mike, I'll head downstairs and visit with Adam or something,
maybe practice. Have fun," Brian smiled and reached to kiss his love on the
lips and all over his face..

     Mike continued to make necessary political calls and some in
connection with his duties in the house.  He was primarily trying to decide
whether he needed to stay in Washington, or could head home to Ohio for
some campaign efforts.  And, he and Brian could stay at the cabin and enjoy
the lake and the woods, and of course each other.
     Putting the phone down on the cradle, he realized that he had been
hearing some first-rate piano music for the last few minutes. He rose and
walked out of the office into the hall and down the grand staircase,
following the sounds of a fine piano.  When he reached the library and saw
Brian playing at the huge grand piano, he remembered the piece he was
playing - The Gladiolus Rag by Scott Joplin. He played it slowly, as it
should be played, with every syncopation exact.
     Brian finished the Joplin rag with a flourish and emoted ending.
     Mike walked to him quickly, drew his lover into his arms, "Lover, I
had no idea you played so well.  You said you took some lessons, and I
think you did very well.  I love Joplin's rags, do you have another one?"
     Brian thought a moment, then, "My favorite, I think, is The
Entertainer. Loved that movie."  His fingers struck the keys and whizzed
through the intricacies of Joplin's work.
      "Ah, Brian, I think besides enlarging the shower in the cabin, I
better be thinking about a piano for the cabin.  Won't be easy keeping it
in tune with all that weather and moisture, but we'll be able to do it.
Right?"  Brian nodded.
     Mike continued, "Well, that's settled.  Now there's good news, I
think.  Brian, if you can get away, we need to go back to Ohio to start
spreading the word to the voters that I'm running again.  We have quite a
bit of time before the session in the House starts, so better to be on the
ball than under it."  He released Brian, but the younger man held on tight.
     "Hey, Mike, that's great, I'm with you, ya know, where you go I'm
tagging along. We will have to figure out something about school for me;
maybe private school, maybe placement tests in a college, maybe home
schooling.  That might be a winner - we can have school where ever we go,
right? Think about it, ok."
     Mike kissed Brian's lips, if for no other reason than to shut him up.
Hah! That's a big job.  Of course his kiss was returned, which led to more
'making out'.
     Adam groaned, "Oh, no, not more of that mushy stuff.  I'm leaving.
Don't do anything I wouldn't do, or is it would do."
     Mike broke in, "We are going to have to leave for Ohio tomorrow, so
we're going up to Brian's bedroom and we can ....  ah ... pack, right?" He
grinned seductively toward Brian and waggled his eyebrows.  Adam gave more
groans and left for the kitchen.
     Mike pushed his hand inside Brian's jeans and briefs to fondle his
dear one's buttocks, sliding his middle finger between them, toying with
the convoluted anus, making Brian shiver and moan, pushing his ass back
into the finger. The lovers headed upstairs and their visions of romance
and just plain s-e-x with each other!

                         * * * * *

     Mike's beloved car, The Mustang, faithfully roared through the
Pennsylvania Turnpike, steadily covering the miles to Ohio and the cabin
and lake.  This time, though, Brian was driving and having a great while
with Mike's precious car, enjoying the power and drive, the ease of
negotiating the traffic tie-ups. Brian hadn't driven much, mostly having
Adam take him where he needed to go, and he was thrilled and excited to be
driving, especially that Mike had let him do the driving, at least on the
turnpike.  On the down side he wasn't too sure just how well he'd do when
he had to go through the tunnels on the turnpike.  The last time through
them Mike was driving, but Brian felt distracted by the car and truck
lights, the noise and the enclosed feeling of the tunnel itself.
     When the next service center appeared on their side of the turnpike,
Brian pulled off and into the parking lot.  Mike didn't wake up, so Brian
walked into the restaurant, stretching his aching legs as he went.  He was
tired already and hadn't driven far and was afraid he might fall asleep at
the wheel.  He'd have to ask Mike to drive, but first, a cup of coffee and
a couple of rolls would help his disposition, even through so far his
temperament had been even and very pleasant.
     Coming back to the car with the goodies, Brian knocked on the
passenger window until Mike finally woke, looked out the window.
     "How did you get out there?"  Mike was half asleep and certainly not
very aware, but eventually realized the car was stopped, parked in the
service center and at last he spotted the coffee and the rolls in Brian's
hands.
     After eating, Mike took the wheel, exited the service center onto the
turnpike, heading directly west toward River City.  Brian had made more
miles than he thought, probably just one hundred miles to go.
     Sitting in the passenger seat, the young blond was probing the bulge
in his own crotch which had just started enlarging while he was watching
Mike, his handsome face, sexy thighs and the basket between them.  He could
wait no longer so he reached between Mike's legs to cup his hot rod and
attachments, applying pressure and flexing his fingers over the enticing
flesh.
     "Ah, Brian, this could be dangerous.  Maybe we should wait."
     "Well, you can wait, but I can't.  I'll be careful.  My big trouble is
with this console and shift lever by which I might be fucked, well, that
might not be too bad, considering."  He giggled.
     Mike, obviously aroused now, the mound in his crotch hugely grown,
"Just take it easy."
     Brian let go of Mike and opening his pants quickly, pushed them and
his briefs down to his ankles. "I though I better give you some eye candy."
His cock stuck straight up toward the roof, throbbing and wavering,
obviously enjoying the hand teasing the head and sliding up and down the
slick shaft, coated with the drooling pre-cum from the deep red head.
     "Brian, there is a blanket in the back seat.  Get it and have it ready
in case you have to cover up in a hurry.  No, don't cover up yet.  I need
to see you in all your glory."
     "If you'll just lift your right arm higher, I'll be no trouble at
all."  He smiled wickedly at Mike, his eyes sparkling brightly, showing a
deep, deep blue, like his love for Mike.
     Opening his belt, unsnapping the pants and pulling down the zipper,
Brian worked hard to extricate his lover's penile erection from his shorts,
getting it straight up from its nest in Mike's pants, not hard to see that
the cock was much relieved to be out in the open.  Somehow Brian squeezed
enough to get his body across the front seats and after Mike pushed his
seat back toward the read, he'd managed to locate his mouth immediately
above the object of his passion, his desire and his lust - Mike's erect
cock.  At that same time Mike had reach enough to place his right hand on
Brian's pert, sexy bottom, and feeling the soft, vibrant flesh, so vital,
hoping that he doesn't wreck his precious car.
     Mike had placed his flat hand on the rounded, full buttocks in the
passenger seat, rubbing and gently caressing, his middle finger
occasionally slipping between the glorious, naked glutes.  He felt the very
light crop of body hair between them, but he knew from personal inspection
that Brian's actual asshole was hair free, a beautiful flowering sensual
delight for his eyes and for his cock.
     Brian turned his lower body so that his cock was available to Mike who
took advantage of the move by slowly masturbating his lover's instrument of
love, the Cupid's dart to pierce his heart and his ass.
     Removing his mouth from Mike's cockhead, he moaned and groaned, "Mike,
that feels so good, rub me hard and fast and I'll suck you hard and
fast. Let's come together."
     Mike's cock was pouring out streams of pre-cum, sliding down the sides
of his dick into his underpants and his crotch and balls faster than Brian
could suck it up.  Then he decided to suck hard, moving his head up and
down, as much as he could in the cramped space, bumping his ear on the
steering wheel until Mike stiffened, fighting to keep control of the car
while he was ejaculating.  The car had reached almost 90 miles an hour,
before Mike got it under control.
     He wiped the sweat off his forehead, "That was close, good there
weren't many cars."
     He continued, "Brian, that's so good, so sexy and loving, and I'm
hoping you came with me, did you dear heart?"
     Brian relaxed and looked down to his crotch where his erection was
slowly subsiding, falling to the seat where streams of his cum lay on the
cloth, gradually being absorbed into the fabric.
     "I'm afraid I messed up your seat here, Mikey, my jizz has soaked in
already.  I'll clean it up later for you, love of my life."
     Mike sent his warmest smile to his love, "Makes no difference, dear
heart, we can always get the seat cleaned, though, maybe I will leave it
there to remember you.

     "While we have some time, Brian, we had better talk about our
situation here is River City. Ok?"
     "Hey, you aren't going to make me live at the YMCA are you?"  Brian
was really worried.
     Mike laughed, "Don't worry, love, you will always be with me, beside
me and especially under me at times.  What I wanted to talk about was your
relationship with me in the view of the town's people, and how we do work
out living arrangements.  I don't think there will be any trouble if my
campaign worker from Washington stays with me at the cabin, since you will
have to work in both offices, whether you like it or now."
     Brian jumped in, "I like, I like."
     "And we'll have to watch Liz Crouse at the River City campaign
headquarters because she is like a teacher, very intelligent with eyes in
the back of her head.  I love her and value her friendship greatly, and
even though she knows a lot without being told anything, she will keep her
own thoughts and feelings to herself.  In other words, she never gossips or
speaks out of turn on any subject, and although she has known me since I
was a child, she has never alluded to any of my early peccadillos.  Without
her I would absolutely never have been elected, nor will I be reelected.
Just so you know how I feel about her, in case there is a question."
     He continued, "I love her, but I'm IN love with you.  Right?"
     Brian nodded agreeably, very interested in meeting this wonder woman,
and wondering what his reaction will be toward her.
     Mike continued, "We'll have to be very careful in how we act toward
each other; we should be friendly, but not touching or stand or sit too
near each other.  We can do that, Ok?"
     "Oh, right, I'll be careful, but it will take all the willpower I can
muster."
     "So, we should be ok if we watch ourselves and show our feelings only
in private at the cabin.  If we are ever discovered 'in flagrante delicto'
as the term goes, we'll be in real trouble."
     "Well, let's get home, not long now."

     Mike and Brian reached the cabin about 3 PM that afternoon since they
had left early in the morning and Brian had driven with a heavy foot,
faster than Mike would have done.  The congressman called Liz at the
campaign headquarters in River City to see if she would still be there for
a while.  The talk was brief when he found out she'd wait for him to
arrive.
     "Ok, Brian, let's just dump this stuff and head to the HQ, I want you
to meet Liz right away, and her to meet you, of course."
     "Great, I'm anxious to see her too.  You have been so full with praise
and the glories of our Liz, that she can hardly come up to your
description.  But, I'll reserve the right to be wrong."
     The young men didn't even change clothes, just dumped their baggage in
the cabin and returned to the Mustang, the older man deciding that Liz
wouldn't mind a couple of slightly rank guys.  Before leaving the cabin
though, they embraced and kissed each other indoors, taking a quiet moment
to themselves, hugging and squeezing various each other's prick. Mike drove
since Brian didn't know the way, and it felt just so right to be back in
River City, and close to being into the race again.
     Mike drove slowly down Main St., along 3 blocks of almost continuous
narrow store fronts, checking out all the familiar stores, and the empty
buildings which had once been busy with trade.  He noticed that a great
number of trees had been planted recently between the storefront and the
curb, not very large but still creating a bit of softening nature in the
midst of commerce.  Most of the buildings were old, up to a century in age,
two or three stories high with very old-fashioned frontage architecture,
ornate and flamboyant .
     Brian noticed signs which announced Mike's campaign for his
Congressional seat already posted along the street and in store windows,
appealing for everyone's vote to elect him on Election Day, November 6th.
He especially liked the one which had a beautiful photograph of Mike
looking intelligent, confident and so adorable.
     The car pulled to the curb at a parking meter in front of Mike's
campaign headquarters in Ohio, coming to rest quietly when Brian told Mike
what he thought of his picture on the posters.
     "Adorable, Brian?  Well, handsome maybe, but adorable?"
     Brian giggled and insisted on adorable.
     "Listen, Brian, we are going in and meet Liz, and I'll make necessary
phone calls to some of my supporters in the other counties, so we'll find a
job for you to help the office, maybe doing some work on their computer.
Ok?"
     "Sure, that's fine."
     "Remember, too, Brian, watch yourself all the time and especially keep
your mind out of this!" said Mike as he grabbed Brian's precious jewels and
scepter and squeezed.
     Brian automatically hunched over to protect his groin from assault,
then he giggled.
     "If we aren't careful, and our relationship is exposed, that could
easily mean no more being a Congressman.  Right?"
     Brian nodded and bowed his head, staring at his feet without seeing.
He knew how much Mike wanted to remain a Congressman, and knew they would
have to be careful.
     Mike spoke softly, "Let's get out now, Liz is probably wondering what
we are doing so long; and she knows the sight of my car very well."
     Both men opened their car door, got out and walked purposefully and
upright. side by side to the office front door. Just as they started in the
room, Brian carefully reached behind Mike and gave Mike a good hard pinch
on the butt.  His lover turned and gave Brian a look of shock and surprise,
then a grin a mile wide.  Brian giggled, of course.
     The office was a large open room, filled with desks and chairs and the
ususal office equipment, computers and printers and copiers, and of course
a whole bunch of phones, being attended to by three young women and a
couple college type young men.  Mike didn't know any of them as yet, but
did approve the choice of these good-looking people.
     Mike leaned over to whisper to Brian, "That's Liz back at desk in the
back corner, looking as beautiful as she always does, and busy, busy to a
fault."
     "Geez, Mike, she's gorgeous, reminds me of . . . .  oh .. . . .  that
actress . .  She sings . .  can't think of her name . . . . ."
     "Could you possibly mean Julie Andrews, hmm?"
     "That's right, Mike, and you're telling me that she runs your office
and, I guess, you from time to time.  A likely story!"
     Soon they realized that the beautiful woman was heading toward them,
with a welcoming smiled on her face, her hands outstretched toward them.
Her arm went around Mike's waist as she hugged her friend of many years.
     "Mike, it's so good to see you, and I assume this is Brian, right?"
     Brian stuck our his hand toward Liz, smiling, "Yes, I'm Brian Whitlow
of Washington, of Arlington actually, just another campaign worker."
     Liz grabbed his hand with strength, pulled him to her to give him a
hug too. "You'll never be just another campaign worker, Brian, I'm sure of
that."
     Brian reddened with embarrassment, "Well, I hope so, Ma'am."
     Mike was looking on with enjoyment to see Brian's discomfort, "He's so
young, Liz, I'm having a difficult time trying to raise his maturity level.
But he is hard worker.  Do you have a job he could take care of while I'm
calling our favorite county chairmen?  Not too difficult, though."
     Liz gave Mike a dirty look, telling him very clearly to lay off
teasing the young man.  She took Brian to a desk where he could sit and
enter names and addresses in their master data base, coming from a
handwritten list, probably undecipherable.  He smiled a look at Brian as he
started to work, he just loved him so much, desired him more than ever
before and gave him a look of utter covetousness.
     Mike found an unused phone and sat with his personal address book,
calling one county chairman after another, working his charm on them as
best he could, wringing a commitment out of them to set up small group
sessions where he could speak and present his program.  The old phrase
'grass roots' is still an accurate description of the type of campaign he
needed to run.
     Between calls, he realized that Brian was often staring at him and he
knew it was worship in those eyes, the depth of his commitment to Mike,
revealing their love for each other.
     Between those calls, Mike's mind regressed to the wonderful love they
made on the sailboat, where Brian entered his lover's rear end for the
first time.  He still couldn't believe the sensations he felt that first
time, savoring Brian's hands and fingers on his body, and IN his body, such
a new experience that Mike had nothing to compare those perceptions to in
his whole life.  He wouldn't be able to get out of his chair for a while
because his boner was sticking his pants out a mile. He had felt Brian's
body before that time, but never the all-out full body press Brian gave
him, the tonality of his naked skin and muscle against Mike's, feeling
someone else's body with your hands and with your own naked body.  He
groped Brian's back and butt, those full, pert buttocks, strong, yet
malleable, receiving his fingers with coolness, even in between the melons
into the crimped, seductive asshole just waiting for some attention.
     The Congressman had difficulty restraining himself from looking at
Brian and for quite a few times he was unable to stop himself from sending
love glances, some coinciding with Brian looking the same way at him.
     Mike also remembered Brian using his own tongue to search out Mike's
butt hole and even invade the budlike aperture, pursed pink lips, he
remembered the exotic sensation he got from that tongue, raiding his
psyche, his soul.  He was overawed that his lover dared to lick and suck on
his asshole, well cleaned though it was, still ....... he treasured Brian's
love which allowed him to do it.
     The fact that he was about to come raised an urgent point and he told
Brian to stop licking his ass, or he would come too soon.  Brian then
changed to using his fingers, loaded with KY, in his lover's anus, first
one finger, then two, then three entered the nether orifice, forcing the
muscles to relax and open wider to accommodate the young man's huge cock.
     Sitting in the campaign office, Mike had to fight his urges to grab
his cock and exercise it right then, but fortunately was able to stop that,
but not his recollection of Brian's loving his ass.
     When the younger man shoved his rock hard cock into Mike's anus, Mike
thought he was being split in half, somebody was pushing a tree trunk up
there.  The pain was sudden, sharp and very strong and it was all Mike
could do to not cry out, he wanted Brian to have this absolute most
intimate experience and he wanted himself to get to love it himself.  He
told Brian to keep going, don't stop, push harder and deeper in his love
canyon, soon he was feeling less pain and once Brian's huge cock pressured
his prostate, everything was perfect - the absolute best of his
life. Feeling that large erection well up his rectum create a new Mike, so
totally aware of himself and his sexual being - no sexual previous
experience had awakened him as this had.  He could only thank Brian for his
love, his passion and his tenderness.
     Mike thought, I better get back to making the necessary calls to the
political wheels. Liz is going to wonder if I've given up. By the time he
had finished, the campaign workers had left and he noticed Brian chatting
with Liz at her desk.  Mike decided that he had made his appearance and
completed the contacts that were so important.  He walked over to Liz and
Brian, smiling at both of them, clearly enjoying being with them.
     After he sat, Liz got up, went to the front door, locked that door and
pulled down the 'closed' blind before returning to her seat.  She looked
closely to Mike then at Brian, then back again.
     "I have a question for both of you, " she waited, her face not
particularly friendly, "just how long have you two been in love with each
other?"
     Brian paled, Mike blushed, and both stopped breathing, eyes wide,
searching an answer to the question from each other.  Both were thinking,
'Damn, we've had it!!'


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