Date: Sun, 3 Jun 2012 20:07:36 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jon D <playbuddy123@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Senator's Boys - 1

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and as such is a product of my
imagination. It will include fictitious descriptions of sexual situations
between teen age boys and on occasion with an adult. No real world boys
were involved. Any resemblance to actual people, places, or events is
purely coincidental.

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The Senator's Boys

Chapter 1

The legislature wouldn't be in session for a few more days, so the halls of
the old state house were quiet, which suited Taylor Brooke just fine. Fewer
people meant less chance he'd be discovered. However, it also meant that
business was slow.

The boy, just turned seventeen, sat fully clothed on the toilet of a dimly
lit men's room near the old records section of the state capitol
building. The room was seldom used. The poor lighting hid years of grit and
grime on the fixtures and a host of cum stains on the floor.

"Fifteen, twenty, twenty-five," the boy mumbled as he counted the thin roll
of bills he'd pulled from his pocket. "Enough for supper, breakfast, and
lunch," he thought, tucking the small stash back into the front pocket of
his jeans. He looked down at his torn sneakers and knew soon he'd have to
pop for a different pair. "Maybe the thrift store will have some used
ones," he mused; he didn't waste time thinking about being able to afford
new ones.

The waiting was the worst. It was boring, exceedingly boring, but part of
the job. Taylor shuffled his feet and read the graffiti on the stall wall
for, like, the hundredth time.

Faint voices echoing from down the hallway caught his attention. The boy
turned his head to listen. The voices grew somewhat louder as they drew
closer, but they were still muffled. Making out what was being said was
nearly impossible. He did catch that it was a couple of guys. By the pitch
of their voices he guessed they were on the younger side, teens perhaps,
but Taylor wasn't entirely sure about that. A moment later the bathroom
door opened.

"I tell you this kid's good," one of the guys said hurriedly.

"Like you're some kind of expert on blowjobs," the other replied
skeptically.

"Okay, maybe I'm not an expert, but I'm telling you he'll suck the fuck out
of ya and when he's done you won't have a drop of cum left."

"The kid's right, I am pretty good," Taylor thought. "Come on, I need a few
more bucks," he muttered to himself, urging the reluctant kid on.

The men's room door squeaked as it opened slightly.

"Go on. I'll meet you back upstairs," the first guy whispered.

It sounded as if only one of them was planning to stay. Taylor was a little
disappointed; he'd hoped maybe he'd get to do both. The few extra bucks
he'd earn would go a long way. Now he worried the other guy might chicken
out.

Taylor relaxed when he heard footsteps, and then the door to the stall next
to his closed and the lock clicked into place.

Taylor leaned over and peeked through the hole between the two
stalls. "It's a kid." He smiled. "Probably scared shitless!"

The boy, perhaps sixteen, sat on the toilet. He had a worried and uncertain
look on his face. He leaned to the side and cautiously tried to look
through the opening carved out in the stall wall. Taylor gave the kid half
a minute then carefully put a finger through the hole. He motioned and
whispered, "Come here."

The teen blushed.

"I promise you'll like it," Taylor softly reassured.

The boy hesitated as if thinking it through. "What do I do?"

"Stand up," Taylor instructed, "and drop your pants."

Hesitantly the boy stood and pulled at his belt buckle. Once that was
undone he undid the front of his dark blue dress pants and unzipped.

"Now what?"

"Pull down your boxers and get closer," Taylor was having fun with the
newbie, he wondered if the kid had ever had his cock sucked before. If he
had, then he must be one of those shy ones.

There was a clink as the kid's belt buckle hit the cement floor. The boy's
pants landed in a heap around his ankles. The kid then pulled his boxers
down, but not off. They hugged his butt cheeks in back and were a little
lower in front.

"Now give it a rub. When it's hard stick it in the hole."

Taylor watched as the kid gave his cock three or four strokes. It was about
six and a half inches long, cut, with a baby pink head. It was especially
good looking. Just under the nicely shaped shaft was a heavy, low-hanging
sack. Either the kid hadn't jacked off in a while or he was one of those
that could really shoot a load. Taylor noted that what the kid lacked in
length he made up for in thickness, creating an impressive piece of boy
meat. As the thing swelled, Taylor knew it was definitely going to be a
mouthful.

"It's kind of big. You sure you can take it?" The tone of the kid's voice
indicated once again he was skeptical.

"Yeah," Taylor chuckled, "let me have it."

The teen took two steps closer and pushed the head through the opening. As
the kid's cock appeared on Taylor's side of the stall, Taylor gently felt
the tip with his finger and then wrapped his hand around the shaft. The boy
pushed closer and a few more inches appeared.

Taylor got down on his knees and settled into his usual spot in front of
the hole. The opening was at the perfect height for him to be able to suck
cock without having to bend too far over. Taylor swirled a bit of spit
toward his tongue and opened his mouth. He gave the soft head of the kid's
cock a sloppy lick, leaving a thin coating of drool on the tip. Then he
slowly wrapped his lips around the shaft and slurped.

The kid sucked in a breath. "Oh fuuuuck," he moaned softly and thrust
forward a bit further.

Taylor smiled and pulled his mouth off the thing. "Like that, huh?"

The kid grunted.

Taylor chuckled and went back to work, and work was what it was. Since
getting outted by a Senate staffer some months earlier, life had gotten
real ugly for Taylor. Raised by conservative parents and given the benefits
of a private school, landing a summer internship in the state capitol had
been a breeze.

But it wasn't long into the job when things changed. Assigned to Talbot
Bishop, the powerful senator for transportation it was one meeting after
another with people looking for a slice of the construction and
road-building pie. There was a good deal of official travel, and Taylor as
a Senate page had often been invited along.

It was during his third week of being a page that Taylor found out the good
senator had a thing for boys. Taylor had been confronted one night with
having to make a choice. He could give the senator what he wanted (a
blowjob) or lose his internship. He decided the opportunity and connections
he'd make staying were worth it and he'd gone along with the senator. That
had been the first time he'd tasted cum. It wouldn't be his last.

A few weeks later a staffer had found Senator Talbot Bishop with his pants
down and his dick deep in Taylor's mouth. The shit had hit the fan; they
managed to keep it out of the papers, but not from his family. That's what
had done it. Taylor was homeless. He'd literally been tossed into the
street by his parents. His dad had given added emphasis to his plight when
he'd thrown a back pack full of clothes at him and yelled, "no good queer!"
What hurt even more was that the Senator hadn't lifted a finger to
help. The no good son of a bitch had vanished behind a wall of power,
privilege, and a staff that would do almost anything to protect the man's
reputation. Taylor vowed that one day he'd get even, but for now, Taylor
was in the men's room of the capitol building sucking dick for food money,
while the "good" senator was in his plush office, no doubt getting sucked
off by his new page.

As Taylor worked on the boy's cock, he noticed the small things, the sound
of his mouth, the shuffle of the boy's feet, and a hint of a pleasant
fragrance. The kid smelled freshly-showered which left a trace of a soapy
smell. There was also a touch of fabric softener. The scent must have
rubbed off the boy's underpants. When he glanced at the boy's boxers,
another thought came to mind. "Clean ones were much better than smelly
ones." Taylor had run into some pretty nasty pee-stained jockeys in his
time, to say nothing of the nasty ones that had that other smell. "How hard
could it be to wipe your ass?" Taylor wondered.

Focusing again, Taylor licked at the boy's shaft, tugged the thing a bit
and then sucked. It was about that time the natural instinct to fuck kicked
in and the boy started to push his dick in and out in a steady and
insistent way. The muffled sound of thumping against the stall wall had to
be the boy bumping his chest against it in his efforts to get his dick
further into Taylor's mouth.

Taylor wished he could see the kid's ass. He loved seeing naked boys and
especially their butts. "Queer?" he thought, "yeah, his dad had been right,
I'm queer for cute boys." When Taylor used the word he didn't think of it
as nasty or bad because he thought it described him perfectly, and he
didn't take offense. He was different in a wonderful kind of way. Now if
somebody else used the word, well that would be a problem.

The thrusting was rising to a fever pitch. The kid was getting close.

"Okay, little man, shoot it, give me your cum!" Taylor thought as he sucked
harder. "Come on, give me your nut juice!" his mind urged.

The boy's groans were increasing. Taylor sucked harder, stroked the
swelling dick with his hand and then lapped at the head. "Come on, you can
do it," he whispered softly. The grunts grew a little louder. Taylor went
back down on the kid and opened wider. He'd saved the best for
last. Relaxing his throat, he pushed forward right when the kid made a
thrust, and he deep throated the thing.

"Fuck, fuck," the kid panted.

The kid was there. Taylor felt the boy desperately try to shove everything
he had into Taylor's mouth, he knew it was time.

"Fucking Chrisssssst," the boy moaned as the first of six hard volleys of
cum shot deep into Taylor's mouth.

The stuff was hot, sticky, and salty. Taylor swallowed the first two bursts
and held onto the rest. He felt the stuff fill his mouth, and he made room
as best he could, still it was almost to overflowing. In the end there was
so much it threatened to spill out the corners of Taylor's mouth and
dribble down his chin. But he managed to hold it all. The kid thrust in and
out a few more times and then finally slowed. A few seconds later he
stopped.

Taylor held his lips tight around the boy's cock and slowly swirled his
tongue over the end. He bathed the soft, pink tip in the boy's own
sperm. Once he'd done that, Taylor carefully opened his mouth, holding the
remainder of the precious offering near his front teeth. As the boy pulled
his dick back, Taylor motioned with his finger. The kid leaned down to take
a look. Taylor winked, opened wide, and showed the boy the puddle of cream
he'd deposited. The kid laughed. Taylor smiled and then swallowed.

The boy grabbed a wad of toilet paper and hastily wiped his dick. He tossed
the paper in the bowl and flushed. Just as quickly he pulled up his boxers,
then his pants. He zipped and did up his belt.

"Ten enough?" The kid asked, reaching into his pocket.

"Yeah," Taylor whispered as he wiped his lips with the back of his hand.

The boy dropped a bill on the floor. "And here's for doing such a great
job," the kid giggled and dropped a five on top.

Taylor reached under the wall for the money.

"Will you be here again tomorrow?" the kid sounded eager.

Taylor got up from his knees and sat back onto the toilet. He added the new
bills to the ones from his pocket. "Yeah, I'll be here."

"Cool," the kid gushed and unlocked the stall door.

* * * *

Jayden Templeton couldn't believe what had just happened. As he walked back
down the hall toward the newer section of the capitol building, his steps
seemed lighter and he knew he had to be smiling.

"Fuck, he WAS good!" he thought, now regretting he'd ever doubted the other
legislative page. "Way better than pumping it into a mattress or jacking
off in the shower." He continued on toward the end of the
corridor. Reaching the stairs leading to the reference library he looked
back over his shoulder. At the far end the men's room door was just
closing. The guy that he'd just dumped a week's worth of sperm into had
apparently just left. Jayden grinned at the thought of the guy having
gotten a good taste of his cum.

The fact of the matter was, Jayden had been thinking about doing stuff with
a guy for a while now, but he was scared that his up-tight Bible-thumping
folks would find out. This far south guys getting with guys wasn't looked
upon the same way as it was further north. It wasn't the kind of place you
wanted people to know your business, especially this kind of business.

* * * *

The walk from the capitol building restroom was a short one. Work done for
the day, Taylor needed something to eat. He chose a booth way at the back
of the small restaurant. Restaurant might be the wrong word. Yeah, food was
sold there. But most of the stuff was, like, hotdogs, burgers, fries, and a
few things that could be tossed into a deep fryer. There were eight wooden
stools fixed to the floor with a few diners perched on them in front of a
worn old counter. The half dozen booths and four small tables held a few
more. The ketchup and mustard bottles sat upside down next to stainless
steel napkin dispensers. The decor was finished off with a few old and
yellowed posters on the walls, a clock, and a big blackboard with menu
items written in chalk. A few had been crossed out. Taylor was sad to see
that the apple pie was sold out.

Taking a big drink of soda, he was glad to get the taste of cum out of his
mouth. He didn't mind it so much when it was shooting in there, but give it
an hour and he thought it turned kind of sour. Nursing the rest of his
soda, burger, and fries, Taylor looked at his fellow diners. When you're on
the street you soon get a certain look about you. Your eyes are always
moving, making sure nobody sneaks up on you. Guys got jumped all the
time. They'd be beaten, thrown in an alley, and anything of value
stolen. Taylor had it happen once and that was enough.

It was good to be out of the late afternoon heat. The cafe, "yeah that was
a better word for the place," was cooler. A tired old air conditioner did
what it could and three slow-moving ceiling fans did the rest. Taylor liked
it when he could be indoors. Outside, the weather was unpredictable and he
hated getting soaked in the frequent summer rains. He finished his supper
and left a quarter for the waitress. He wanted to leave more, but he didn't
know how he was going to get past lunch the next day unless he went back to
the stall and worked for a while. He wasn't sure he'd be in the mood.

Surprisingly, the streets around the capitol at this hour were busy. People
hurried past the seedier places on their way to the arts building for a
play or concert. Others were headed for one of the many high-priced
restaurants that catered to the lawmakers and their lobbyists.

Taylor kept his head down and made his way toward a place where he could
find some company. It was lonely on the streets. The alley behind the
liquor store drew a few others like him. The store owner left the basement
door unlocked and maybe a dozen or so of society's castaways found their
way there each night. The store owner knew many of those gathering in his
basement would have worked at whatever they could to earn a few dollars for
just one thing, to buy a bottle and then forget.

Taylor didn't like spending his money on alcohol, he knew he should save it
for food, but sometimes he needed the distraction. "I'll skip breakfast,"
he thought as he pulled six bucks from his pocket. "I think I need a
traveler tonight," he mused, thinking a small bottle of vodka would be
nice. He'd buy a cola and mix the two. The clerks all knew the score and
never asked for ID. If you had the money you could get whatever you
wanted. "Yeah, sounds good," Taylor thought as he made his way up the back
stairs.

Day would come soon enough.

* * * *

Jayden liked the feeling he got after having a hot shower, putting on a
white T-shirt, clean boxers, and neatly combing his hair. As he lay on his
bed in the State House dormitory he replayed the day's events in his mind
time and time again.

"You still thinking about getting your dick sucked?" Rick Fredricks laughed
as he toweled his hair dry from his own shower. The boys were room mates in
the internship program. It provided high school kids a chance to see
government up close. Each state senator and assemblyman had a page assigned
through the program. The kids spent sixteen weeks observing how laws were
made and how the state operated. It was eye opening in more ways than one.

"Yeah, that fucker sure can suck," Jayden said softly, reaching into his
boxers for a feel. He started to tent up almost instantly.

"Oh for fuck sake, give it a rest, huh?" Rick chuckled.

Jayden flipped him off and then smiled.

"You going back there to try it again?" Rick asked softly with a touch of a
smile.

Jayden shrugged, "Maybe."

Rick reached for a paperback he'd been reading and crawled onto his bed. He
still had his shorts on, but Jayden knew he'd pull them off the second the
lights went out.

"You'll be totally broke in a week if you drop ten bucks every time you
want to dump a load."  Rick chuckled.

Jayden smiled. He wondered what kind of kid would do something like
that. It was at that moment he decided. He was going to find out.

* * * *

Senator Talbot Bishop found he was distracted. It was the third time he'd
read the briefing paper on his desk and he was bored. He looked around his
plush office and smiled. For just turning forty, he'd done well, very
well. Chairman of the Transportation committee meant that lobbyists were
lined up for a mile to get a chance to pitch their pet projects. It was a
position of power and Senator T. as the staff liked to call him, loved
power.

The senator reached down and moved his dick from one side of his trousers
to the other. He and his wife no longer slept in the same bed, but that
wasn't known by anyone except themselves. The senator had found he
preferred something else.  The small workstation near the far corner of the
office was empty. Bad timing and an unlocked door had created quite a
mess. The kid had been doing a fantastic job of sucking him off when a
prissy woman staffer had barged in. Luckily, his public relations crew had
managed to keep the story out of the papers; it had taken a big payout to
the woman and an offer of a better job. The saddest part of the whole thing
was that he'd lost Taylor's talented mouth. "Damn shame," the senator
mused, and he'd never even gotten a crack at the kid's ass.

The senator turned in his chair. His new page, Jayden Templeton, was still
in orientation and would be for another couple of days. Plus, it always
took some time after that before the senator knew for sure if his staff had
done a good job recruiting. The senator appreciated certain qualities in
the boys that interned in his office; eager cooperation was high on the
list.

Lifting the telephone receiver, the senator punched a button. Two rings and
the phone was answered by a young assistant.

"Patrick? Would you bring in the events calendar? I think we should go over
some of the plans."

"Yes, sir, I'll be right in."

Patrick Redding was a stunning young man. Early admission to an Ivy school
and a lot of hard work had gotten him to graduation more than a year
early. Barely twenty one he was already climbing up the career ladder. He'd
had two summer internships, one with another senator and one with Senator
T. He was a skilled and efficient staffer and he'd shown enthusiasm for the
work.

* * * *

"I think we may be a while," the senator said softly as the young man came
through the door.

"Yes, sir," the lad turned softly on the balls of his feet showing off his
ass. He ever so quietly pushed the lock on the door.

"I haven't been able to get a damn thing done," the senator sighed. "My
mind is someplace else today."

Patrick walked toward the desk and sat down in a chair facing the older
man.

There was a brief silence.

"Would you mind?" The senator asked gently.

They both knew what the question implied.

The younger man gave the senator a playful look. "Only if you kiss me
first," his eyes were twinkling.

The senator slowly stood and took off his suit jacket, then reached for his
tie.

* * * *

The young man knew on some level that this was wrong, but here he was
naked, and face-down on the senator's leather sofa. It was hardly the first
time. In fact, it was a position the boy knew well. The senator had put a
small pillow under him to raise his ass. Patrick rested his head in his
arms as his lover rolled on a condom and lubed his cock.

The senator was a fit and strikingly handsome man. His tight chest and
stomach muscles came from a regular and vigorous workout routine at the
private government owned gym.

The young man looked at the well-proportioned cock and the curls of black
hair that not only were around his penis but were also displayed on his
manly chest.

Patrick felt his stomach tighten at the thought that he'd soon be getting
the man's dick up his ass. He needed it, he yearned to be fucked. The
feeling of a cock pushing past his ass ring and slipping inside was
indescribable. He looked forward to the moment that the thing first entered
him. He loved the feeling of it slowly gliding into his rectum and the
feeling of fullness as it filled him. The boy couldn't think of anything
better. He adored getting a hard cock shoved up his butt. The couch sagged
as the senator crawled over the prone boy and gently lay on top of him.

Senator Bishop placed a few kisses on the boy's neck, by his ear, and both
shoulders. "Ready? The man whispered, centering his dick between the boy's
pert ass cheeks.

Patrick made a soft and tender sound as the man's cock head found the right
place. "Yeah, do me," he grunted softly.

The feeling of a cock slowly but insistently being pushed up his ass was
something that Patrick had craved from an early age. His slightly older
brother had been the first to show him the delights of getting fucked. His
uncle had added to his education.

"Oooohhhh yeah, shove it way the fuck in there," the boy begged
breathlessly and raised his ass as he felt himself being penetrated.

The man pulled back and then thrust forward burying every inch.

"Fuck, that's nice," Patrick thought as he moved his butt a little lower to
get the angle just right. He wanted to feel the thing rub against that
special spot. His brother had put a finger up his ass when they'd showered
together one night, he had barely turned thirteen. A few weeks later his
brother had used his cock. Patrick knew from that moment on he'd want that
feeling again and again.

Grabbing onto the boy, the senator started to fuck hard. His cock was just
about eight inches long and had a wide mushroom head. It was thick and with
the wide head it plowed a deep path through the boy's tunnel.

"Oh, yeah, oh yeah," Patrick whimpered. "God it's so big!" he whined,
raising his ass up and trying to spread his legs wider. "Give me that
mother fucker!"

The man maneuvered the tip from side to side and pounded the kid's
hole. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the office. He put his
legs into it and fucked harder, then faster. He reamed the kid like never
before exploring every inch of him.

"Don't stop," Patrick whimpered, "please don't stop." That amazing cock was
driving him crazy. "Fuck me harder," he silently cried out, "for God sake
fuck my ass!"

The begging seemed to turn the senator on even more. He liked young boys
that knew what they wanted. Patrick wanted fucked, and fucked hard. Senator
Bishop gave the kid exactly what he asked for. Ten long minutes of ass
pounding had the kid dazed and his ass hole making sloppy sucking
sounds. Patrick was a bottom that loved it.

A few minutes more and the senator grunted, pulled his cock out of the
boy's gaping hole, and stripped off the condom. Jacking himself furiously
the man finished by shooting gob after gob of cum over the boy's back and
across both ass cheeks.

"Ugh," the man groaned as he worked his dick to get the last drops.

Patrick felt the hot puddles land on his back and ass and was glad he'd
been able to please the senator. If the man wanted his ass from time to
time, Patrick was more than willing to give it him. Eyes closed, Patrick
smiled as he felt a finger moving the sticky stuff around. Then the boy
felt the head of the man's cock join the finger in spreading the goo in
ever wider swirls. Patrick knew it now must be covered in cum.

"Uh," Patrick uttered in surprise when the Senator roughly pulled his ass
cheeks apart and thrust his cock back into the boy's rectum. "He shouldn't
be doing that!" Patrick thought but the feeling of having the senator's cum
shoved up his ass was mesmerizing. Four strokes and the Senator was finally
done.

"Good job, Patrick," the man whispered softly, just before pulling his cock
out for the last time. "I really love your ass."

As the man crawled off, Patrick slowly rolled onto his back. His cock was
throbbing and stood straight up. He wrapped his hand around it and started
to stroke. He spread his legs a bit wider, blushed, and gave the senator a
pleading look.

The senator sat back down on the couch. As Patrick closed his eye's and
started to reenact his favorite fantasy, the senator took pity and pushed
his middle finger into the boy's hole. Patrick grunted and squirmed. He
moved his ass around on the thing while the man reached deeper and stroked
his button. It wasn't long before Patrick groaned, arched his back, and the
magic happened.


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to Andrew for editing. Thanks guys! Jon D.