Date: Fri, 1 Sep 2006 18:09:30 -0400 From: Benjamin More <benjamin102010@gmail.com> Subject: Senator-Mark DISCLAIMER: The subject matter covered within involves sex between an underage male and an adult male. If this type of story line offends you or you are under the age of consent, please do not read it - kindly move on to another story. Additionally, it is illegal to read this type of material where you reside, please select another story to read. I'd also be remiss not to mention the subject of safe sex. My stories, seeing as they are based to some extent on fact and that they took place from the fifties through to the seventies, don't include the use of condoms - they were not widely popular or used at that time. However, today is another story and another time; be smart and do the right thing, use a condom. If you wish to share your own personal experiences, by all means, please contact me. Benjamin Benjamin102010@gmail.com Senator Mark Good afternoon Michael, please follow me to the parlor and have a seat, the Senator will be with you in just a moment. Let me fill you in. If you haven't read "The Club," please do so and in it you'll meet Mark. Though only a brief time together, Mark and I connected and I sensed something special. Mark was a rather tall and thin, handsome and distinguished gentleman. His physical/sexual attributes included a long, thin, and cut cock; and he was a great kisser. Through a series of contacts, word reached me, via my Uncle, that Mark was requesting that I spend Saturday night with him at his home in Olympia. In accommodating the request, Uncle Gerald made up a story about having to go to Olympia and he wanted me to join him and Gary - Mom and Dad, as usual, had no problem with me going. As I previously stated, I was to stay with Mark and he had arranged a hotel room for Uncle and Gary. Senator? Wow, Mark really was special - I knew it from the first time I met him - and he had said we'd have an influence on each other. Mark came into the room, looking fine, wearing dungarees, plaid flannel shirt and moccasins. He came over, took me in his arms and gave me a great kiss, even slipping his tongue into my mouth. Shortly after sitting down on the sofa, the man who let me in came to ask what we wanted to drink before dinner and that it would be served in about two hours. I requested a root beer and Mark asked for a tall scotch, with minimal water and ice, and to also bring back the decanter of scotch. The drinks and decanter of scotch arrived, Mark requested of the man to not bother us again until dinner was ready and to close the door upon leaving the room. Mark began to tell me about himself. While he talked he gently stroked my leg and occasionally leaned over to kiss me on my neck and cheek. I didn't fully understand everything he was telling me; he talked about ancestral money, the family homesteads, that his servant had been with him for many, many years, that he was an only child and had never married, and that he was heavily involved in the state of Washington politics. I knew I had a lot to learn and that Mark was a smart man! His hands kept wandering over my legs and finally to my crotch, a clear indication that nothing was going to be held back or forbidden. I asked for a sip of his drink and he said no; I gave him a sweet smile and said, please just a sip - Ok, but just a sip. He gave me the glass and I took a couple of big gulps - he didn't look pleased but eventually smiled again. It didn't take long before I began to feel the affects of the scotch - I liked it! I reached over to Mark and began to unzip his pants and then put my hand in through the opening; I found the front of his underwear and separated the fly. Before my eyes his cock began to grow - so beautiful, so long, so cut. It grew and I decided then and there that this time I wanted that great piece of cock inside me, plowing me as deep as he could. I didn't care whether or not I had a chance to spill my seeds - I wanted him, I wanted to please him, I wanted him to feel good! Mark took off his shoes and socks and then he started to strip me, slowly at first and then he picked up speed and before I knew it I was totally naked - my shoes and socks were even off - I'd become lost in the moment. I asked for another sip of his drink; without even thinking this time, he passed it to me and again I took another two or three gulps. He stood up and poured more scotch in his glass and drank a considerable amount, I stood and began to strip him; off with his shirt, belt, pants and then I gradually pulled his boxers down - up bounced that long and thin cock; it wanted my mouth, I knew it did and I went down on it. After several minutes, Mark pulled me up off his cock and placed me flat on my back on the floor; he reached up to the side table and retrieved a jar of Vaseline, which had been brought in with the drinks and scotch; Mmm, the servant must have known what was going to be going on! Oh Mark, please, are you going to screw me? He told me yes, that tonight I was to be his. He greased his cock and while he was greasing my butt crack, I began to stroke his cock; I couldn't believe it, the thing was getting longer and stiff as a board - it really wasn't big, just darn long. Oh I wondered how that was going to feel and where it would end once it got into me. Though I must say, and proudly so, after all the workouts my butt had been given, I think I was in shape to take just about anyone and anything! Roll over onto your side Michael, it'll allow a greater entry and give you the opportunity to feel the entire length of my cock. I did as he asked and then he placed his cock head against my butt crack. I heard something, though I didn't say anything and then I noticed that the sliding door was slightly opened and I could see the servant watching. Mark started kissing my neck and pinching my nipples, and all awhile gently entering me - Oh yes Mark, oh yes, push, please push. Mark pushed harder and I pushed my butt back and between the two of us, that long cock of his started to slide right on into me - Would it never end? Don't know why but I looked over at the door again and the servant moved his hand down to his crotch and began to stroke himself! Mark apparently hadn't seen any of it because he didn't say a word. Oh, oh, yes Mark, push it in, is there more? A bit more Michael - I pushed back again and that did it; I had that long snake in me and where it was going I don't know. Plow me and plow me hard, don't hold back Mark - I eventually want you to dump loads of your man seeds in me. The rhythm and motion Mark used was fantastic. With every other thrust or so he would hit that great spot inside of me and I'd quiver - Oh I was floating, feeling great and high. The words and expressions Mark was using were also making me hot with passion and totally excited; my cock was now very hard - wonder if it's possible for man seeds or boy seeds to flow without the cock being touched? I caught a quick glimpse of the servant and he was still stroking but now he had all of his cloths off. I wondered what Mark would do if he knew or if the servant came in - bad; I'm bad for thinking such things! Seeing as Mark was totally consumed with me and I was getting more aroused, I looked at the servant, caught his eye, and motioned for him to come in; he slowly opened the door, I again motioned for him to come over. Oh Mark, your cock feels so good; as though it's reaching every part of my innards - keep it going and don't hold back. I could feel the warmth of his cock, the wetness of the Vaseline and the co-mingling with my intestinal juices - Oh I could stay in this position all night - the pushing in and out, the occasional forced thrusts, the warmth and moisture - I was floating in a sea filled with love and sex. The servant approached me and knelt down at my side and began to stroke my cock. Mark stopped kissing me, and slowed down his attack on my butt; he smiled and welcomed his servant. The servant lay down on the floor, in a direction opposite of me, and took my cock in his mouth; Mark began his frantic screwing of my butt. Oh Mark, keep it up, keep it going, but harder, please Mark harder, please! The force he began to use was causing him to go further inside me. The servant was enjoying my boy cock, sucking on my foreskin, cock head and also my balls - what a mouth on him, he was taking both my cock and balls into his mouth and in doing so, tonguing my piss slit. This was not going to last long - Aah Mark, I'm going to let go, I'm going to come; the servant wouldn't stop and I let it all flow; the servant didn't waste a drop of my seeds, he took them all. Oh Mark I haven't felt so good in a long time - he kept up his pace making my butt and innards feel full. The servant got up and walked around to Mark and got back down on the floor and moved towards Mark - without a doubt he was going to screw Mark! He began his entry and Mark's moaning increased and also his thrusting became more forceful than ever - I was loving it and it's apparent that Mark was too - and also the servant. Within a few minutes Mark let out a cry that he was about to come - oh yes Michael, I'm coming, get ready - one last hard and forced thrust and he let go - Oh Mark I can feel your seeds, oh fill me, keep your cock moving, empty everything in me. The servant then began to moan and he too let go with an additional cry - Mark too was being filled with man seeds and he too was enjoying the moment. Everyone pulled out and rolled over; the servant got up within a couple of minutes, picked up the tray, glasses, decanter and Vaseline and left the room. Mark and I hugged and kissed and stayed quiet for some time - he then said we needed to clean up before dinner. Off to the bathroom we went. Postscript: The servant had been with Mark since Mark's birth. As age took hold of the servant, Mark became the caregiver and continued the role right up to the time of the servant's death.