Date: Wed, 31 Oct 2012 21:29:10 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jon D <playbuddy123@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Senator's Boys - 8   (Revised)

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The Senator's Boys

Chapter 8


Jayden shifted uncomfortably in the leather chair. He was in the reception
area of the office of a member of the Public Works Committee. Senator
Bishop was inside with the man, no doubt making yet another deal to bring
federal dollars back to the state.

Jayden thought the receptionist looked as if she had been strategically
placed to guard the door to the member's office and the look on her face
told him she meant business.

As the grandfather clock in the corner softly ticked away the minutes,
Jayden felt a growing need to scratch his ass. He looked over at the woman
pre-occupied with her work and wondered if he could chance a quick reach
back. He needed to dig at his butt hole; just a couple of fingers between
his ass cheeks would do it. He knew he couldn't risk reaching inside his
pants, but anything would help. He was pretty sure he'd wiped away all the
lube from his ass. But there hadn't been much time after the senator had
gotten done playing with it and he might have missed some. The itch was
driving him nuts. Finally he couldn't stand it anymore.

"Ma'am?" Jayden spoke up. "Is there a restroom nearby?"

"Out the door, turn left and down the hall," the woman answered without
looking up.

"Thanks," Jayden said politely and headed for the door.

With a look in each direction, Jayden saw that the hallway was empty. He
reached around and quickly scratched his itch. He was surprised to feel
something wet in his underwear. "Fuck," he whispered under his breath and
looked for the sign for the men's room.

Securely locked in a stall, Jayden unbuckled his belt, dropped his pants,
and pulled his boxers down. He reached for a wad of toilet paper, gave
himself a wipe, and looked at the tissue. The thing was wet with lube and a
streak of something else.

"Crap," Jayden mumbled, not intending the play on words. He wiped himself a
second time and was glad to see he was clean. Some lube had apparently
leaked out of his butt in the almost two hours he'd been accompanying the
senator while the man held a series of meetings. Once again Jayden thought
about the deal he'd made. He couldn't even count the number of times he'd
wondered what he'd gotten himself into.

The day seemed to be getting longer and longer. Jayden thought he'd be
spending the day working in the office away from the old man, but then he'd
ended up in the senator's hotel room. The ass-reaming the senator had given
Jayden with his finger and then a dildo had been just the
preliminaries. "Next time he'll want to fuck," Jayden thought as he pulled
up his underwear and pants. He thought back to how many times the senator
had shoved a finger full of lube up his butt that morning and figured it
wouldn't be long before he'd be back in the bathroom cleaning himself up
again.

Jayden gave a last look at the tissue in the bowl, flushed, and left the
stall. "I hope it'll be a while before he gets horny again," Jayden
thought, washing his hands and heading back to the office.

* * * *

The basement under the liquor store was deserted. Taylor started to pull
the dirty, cum-stained mattress across the room, Ernie hurrying to
help. Together they managed to get it into a corner and sat down.

"Not much to do in the middle of the afternoon," Taylor said softly as he
stretched his legs out and leaned his back against the wall.

Ernie settled in next to him and yawned.

"Tired?" Taylor smiled gently.

"A little." Ernie yawned again. "I didn't get much sleep last night."

"Let's take a little nap," Taylor suggested.

 Taylor curled up, Ernie snuggling next to him. Taylor turned to his side
so he could look at the young boy and Ernie did the same. They stared at
one another for what felt a long time; but it was probably only a few
minutes. Taylor saw Ernie's eye lids flutter. Taylor snuggled closer, put
an arm around the thirteen-year-old and pulled the boy gently against
himself. As he did, he gave Ernie a soft kiss on the forehead. The teen
probably never knew it, he was already fast asleep.

Taylor ran his fingers through Ernie's hair. It was soft and shiny from the
recent shower and the hotel shampoo. Taylor touched his nose to a spot near
the boy's ear and sniffed. The smell of coconut oil seemed a little out of
place on a young teen, but he liked it just the same.

"We're getting out of here," Taylor whispered in Ernie's ear and then
stifled a yawn of his own.

He made sure Ernie was comfortable and then closed his eyes.

Taylor dreamed that he and Ernie were in a place of their own with a big,
soft bed.

* * * *

Jayden swiped the key card outside his hotel room. The lock clicked open
and he stepped inside. Pulling his sport coat off, he tossed it into an
upholstered chair and loosened his tie. The senator had dropped him off at
the entrance to the hotel and told him to freshen up and then meet him for
supper. Jayden slumped onto a couch facing the television and briefly
closed his eyes. He felt a flutter in his stomach about what was likely to
happen after dinner. He didn't like the thought of the old man's cock up
his ass. But he knew he couldn't waste time worrying about it. A deal was a
deal. He got up and started to walk into the bedroom. He unbuttoned his
shirt as he went along. As he neared the bed, something caught his
eye. There was a folded piece of paper with his name written on it. For an
instant he thought it might be from Carleton. He hurriedly picked it up and
scanned it, instantly recognizing the handwriting as belonging to Patrick.

"The senator told me he expects you to spend the night in his room
tonight. A word to the wise, make sure you take a good shower."

Jayden sat on the edge of the bed. He sniffed, his eyes watered, and a tear
rolled down his cheek.

* * * *

The drab diner was one of those hole-in-the-wall places that are forgotten
almost the moment you leave them. Taylor watched Ernie hungrily bite into a
cheeseburger while at the same time reaching for some fries. "Slow down,
will ya?" Taylor laughed.

"Mmmhungrrrry," Ernie mumbled through a mouthful of food.

Taylor took a sip of his soda, swirled a fry in a puddle of ketchup and
slowly savored it. He wasn't going to rush. He looked at Ernie. "It's nice
to have some money in our pockets for a change isn't it?"

Ernie nodded in agreement and took a noisy slurp from his drink. "Will you
take care of my money for me?"

"I guess. Why?"

"I'm so little some guys might kick my ass and steal it."

"Okay, I'll take good care of it," Taylor said as Ernie handed over the
cash. "With money we won't have to work tonight," Taylor said softly and
gave Ernie a smile.

Ernie grinned playfully, then cut loose with his trademark burp.

Both boys laughed.

* * * *

Knowing Jayden was still within reach of Senator Bishop made Carlton
uncomfortable. He'd wanted to wait until he had put together a solid case,
but he worried that Jayden was going to have to pay the price if he waited
too long. Carlton debated confiding in Patrick, but worried that if he did,
his friend might tip off the senator, allowing the pervert to get away.

"Fuck it," he muttered, abandoning the idea of waiting for his well thought
out plan to mature, and reached for the phone.

Patrick's cell phone number was the same one he'd had in college. "Some
things never change," Carleton mumbled as he heard the thing ring. He
thought the call was about to go to voicemail when Patrick finally
answered.

"Hello?"

"Patrick? It's Carleton." The sounds of clinking dinnerware hinted that
he'd caught Patrick in another restaurant.

"Haven't heard from you in a couple of years, and now twice in two days?"
Patrick laughed. "What's gotten into you?"

Carleton chuckled, but he wasn't in the mood for small talk. Not when
Jayden was in trouble. "Listen, Patrick, Jayden wouldn't happen to be with
you would he?"

"Yeah, right here."

"Don't let him know it's me. Is the senator there, too?"

"Um, yeah. What's this about?"

Carleton felt his pulse quicken. "Listen up, you cocksucker," he said
quietly but with menace. "I'm about to bring the senator down. If you don't
want to be caught up in the shit storm you better make damn sure Jayden
doesn't get taken advantage of."

"Oh, uh, yeah..." Patrick stumbled. "I'd like to hear more."

Carleton could just imagine Patrick pushing back from the table and
hurrying off to some corner. "I've got three accountants, an ex-contractor
that lost his business because of a rigged bid scam, and two of my other
lawyer friends all committed to just one thing. That one thing is putting
Senator Bishop behind bars for a very long time."

"I, uh, well I don't know what your talking about."

"It may take us a little time, but we're going to get everything we need to
put on quite a show for the press. You make sure that Jayden is safe, and
I'll try to keep you out of it."

Apparently Patrick had found a private place so that he could talk. "The
Senator is a powerful man. He'll bring you down before you bring him
down. You're still a junior partner."

"Want to take that chance?" Carleton asked.

It was quiet on the other end of the phone. He could practically see the
look on his former roommates' face as he calculated the odds. Patrick
always tried to be on the winning side.

"What do you want me to do?" Patrick finally answered.

* * * *

Jayden picked at his dinner. Patrick had gotten a call and had left the
table. The senator was enjoying his meal and wasn't paying much attention
to him. That was the good part. The bad part was the thought that he'd be
spending the night in the old man's room. Jayden's stomach fluttered
again. It had been doing that for the last hour. He wasn't sure he'd be
able to keep from becoming sick.

As Patrick sat back down Jayden saw his face had a flushed look. He seemed
visibly shaken.

"Is everything all right?" the senator asked with indifference.

"Yes. Everything's fine." Patrick's voice wasn't convincing. "But I'm
afraid you won't be able to keep your appointment with Jayden this
evening. Change of plans."

The senator looked up with his fork just inside his mouth.

"Yes, your old friend at Cement-Co Industries phoned. He's sending someone
over this evening, to, uh, discuss a few things with you."

The senator looked bewildered. "But I wasn't expecting..."

"A friend of the company president?" Patrick completed the sentence. "I'm
sure you won't be disappointed."

Jayden watched as Patrick and the senator exchanged looks.

"Jayden, you can have the night off," Patrick said dismissively, ending the
conversation.

Jayden took one more look at both men, pushed his chair back and hurriedly
excused himself. He didn't know what had just happened, but he wasn't going
to stick around to find out.

* * * *

The senator was still trying to calm down. Patrick had overstepped his
bounds and the old man was damn well going to do something about it. "And
what was all that crap about the contractor sending someone over?" Patrick
had explained it was another gift like Jian-Min, but the senator had been
making plans for Jayden and wasn't in the mood for a substitute. He paced
his hotel room and was about to call Patrick when his room phone rang.

"Yes?"

The voice on the other end of the line said soothingly, "Good evening
Senator. Please meet your party by the pool in half an hour." The caller
hung up without waiting for a response.

The senator looked at the phone more bewildered than before.

* * * *

At eight thirty the senator walked into the pool area. Several families
were there as well as a handful of children. The man took a look around and
sat at a patio table. As he watched, the kids laughed, screamed in delight,
and took turns horsing around. One seemed to be concentrating on
diving. The lad, perhaps fourteen, but looking much younger, was
gorgeous. At 5'7 and perhaps 110 pounds he was slim, but perfectly
proportioned. His mop of blond hair looked almost as if it had been dyed
that color it was so bright, yet it had the natural look that spoke to its
authenticity. The boy was wearing a Speedo which he pulled at from time to
time, adjusting it so he was covered in all the right places. Still, the
small fabric was a touch too small and the outline of his cock, balls, and
just the hint of his ass crack could be seen.

The senator watched the boy for several minutes and then the lad swam to
the side of the pool nearest to him.

"Having fun?" the boy smiled sweetly.

"Excuse me?" the senator stuttered.

"Having fun watching me?"

"I wasn't watching you."

The boy pulled himself out of the pool, walked over and reached for a towel
on a nearby table. "Yes you were." He giggled.

The senator didn't know what to say.

"Patrick said to tell you he hoped you wouldn't still be mad at him." The
boy grinned as he wiped himself dry.

"Patrick?"

"Yeah, he set this all up. Oh, by the way, my name's Adam. You're Senator
Bishop, right?"

The senator looked at the boy as the kid bent over to wipe the last of the
water off his legs and then shook his hair.

"What else did Patrick tell you?"

The boy's eyes seemed to twinkle. He turned and bent over again, this time
showing his butt to the man. "He said you like the best." The kid picked up
his towel.

"That I do," the senator whispered.

"I'll get my stuff," Adam said cheerily and padded off toward the diving
area.

The senator felt his cock stir. "Patrick set this up, huh?" He laughed.

* * * *

Senator Bishop slowly rubbed both cheeks of the boy's ass with soap. The
kid had dropped his Speedo at the hotel room door and had headed for the
bathroom bare ass. The old man had watched as the kid's low hanging balls
had slowly swung from side to side and his oversized penis hung limp,
practically begging to be sucked. He'd followed Adam into the bathroom,
stripped, and then into the shower. Now the kid leaned back into the
senator as the older man slowly rubbed each of the teen's cheeks. The
senator's cock was fully hard, the tip sliding between the soft mounds of
the boy's ass.

"That feels good," Adam said softly.

"Like cock up your ass?" the senator asked, pumping the tip of his dick
between the soft globes.

"I like it all," the boy's voice cracked, it was apparently still changing.

The senator moved his cock aside and slipped his hand in the kid's crease,
lightly circling the puckered hole with the tip of a finger.

"You've got a nice ass," the man whispered as he played back there.

"And you've got a nice cock," the boy said, looking back, returning the
compliment.

The man continued circling the tight entrance, but didn't intrude. Then the
senator poured shampoo on the boy's shoulders, carefully washing each
one. The foamy bubbles rolled down the kid's back and into his
crack. Fascinated with the sight, the senator reached inside the kid's
crease again and rubbed. This time he rubbed a bit harder and his finger
probed deeper.

The boy sucked in a breath.

"You like that don't you?" the man whispered as he aimed his finger upward
and slowly pushed. The kid's asshole was tight, and put up some resistance
before finally giving way. The man's fingertip slipped inside and the boy
shuddered. He paused briefly as Adam moved his ass to get more comfortable.

The senator loved the feeling and warmth of the boy's rear end. In fact,
the feeling of a boy wriggling on the end of his finger was something the
man had come to enjoy more than anything else. As he slowly eased his
finger further and further into the boy's rectum he marveled at how velvety
soft it was. Leaning down, he nibbled at the boy's ear. "Does that feel
good?"

The boy nodded.

The senator dug a little deeper, and then whispered, "Make yourself hard."

The boy reached for his cock and stroked.

"But, don't cum," the senator said. "Not until I tell you."

Adam moaned, lifted his ass, and pushed back as the senator gave his finger
a slow twist. The kid shifted up onto his tip toes as the man slowly
explored every inch of his anal cavity.

The senator reached deep inside the boy. The kid moaned a second time and
bent over seeming to ask for more. The senator obliged by aiming his finger
up and forward, rubbing the tip against the soft flesh of the kid's
prostate. A needy whimper escaped the boy's lips.

"Tell me when you're close," the senator whispered, still nibbling at the
boy's ear. The kid nodded, lost in the world of good feelings.

Senator Bishop decided it was time for more and started a steady fucking
motion with his finger. He made sure he rubbed against the boy's love
button on each inward stroke. The kid whimpered every time he touched it.

"Almost there," Adam croaked a minute or two later, his breathing labored
and his voice throaty.

The senator quickly withdrew his finger and turned the kid around. He
pushed on the boy's shoulders and the teen went to his knees with a groan
of disappointment. The boy's cock was throbbing and tight against his firm
stomach. He reached for it and stroked while the man aimed his cock head
down and slipped it between the boy's soft, wet lips. "Time to suck," the
senator said gently and grabbed the boy's head. The warm spray of the
shower felt soothing on the senator's back as the boy gulped, recovered,
and then settled in for what turned out to be a lengthy blowjob.

When he came, the senator fired four hard bursts of juice. The
fourteen-year-old slurped, sucked, and swallowed, taking every drop. There
was no doubt the boy had done this many, many, times before.

* * * *

The senator looked at the slim boy anxiously waiting for him on the
bed. The mop of blond hair was a tangled mess, but the rest of him was
perfect. He lay on his back with his head on a pillow, his hand slowly
jacking his cock.

"Can I cum now?" he begged.

The senator hadn't let the kid shoot yet. After the boy had swallowed the
old man's load he'd told the kid to finish washing him. The boy had soaped
and rinsed everything. Then the senator had told him to get out, dry off,
and wait for him.

"Roll over," the man said softly, looking into the boy's needy face.

The kid rolled over.

"Lift your ass up."

The boy got up on his knees but kept his head down.

The man climbed onto the bed and got behind the kid. He put both hands on
the boy's ass cheeks and spread them apart. Inside was a tight, pink
ring. As the senator leaned closer the boy whimpered yet again.

"Please, you gotta let me cum!"

"The senator stuck out his tongue and dragged it through the kid's crease
and over his butt hole. The man savored the smell and taste of the freshly
showered boy. The kid moaned in pleasure.

"Oh, fuck, do that again!" The boy's voice cracked once more.

The old man made sure his tongue was well-coated with spit and washed it
over the boy's ring a second time. Adam wiggled but didn't pull away. In
fact he pushed his ass back wanting more. The senator continued, and rimmed
the kid with enthusiasm.

"Oh, Jesus," the boy groaned again in frustration, pleading with the man,
"I've gotta cum, I can't hold it anymore!"

The senator finally paused, "Okay, you can jack it off."

The kid grunted and his hand became a blur. The senator's tongue probed
deeper and entered the musty halls of the boy's ass. As he speared into the
soft flesh and entered the boy's most private place, the kid groaned his
appreciation and pleasure. "If he likes this, he's going to love getting
fucked," the man thought as the boy sucked in a breath, held it, and
shuddered.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck!" the boy whimpered. "I'm cummmming!"

The man slid back to watch as the young teen shot three long squirts of
watery goo onto the black satin bedspread; the pearly white mess landing in
puddles here and there.

"Oooohhh," the kid groaned as he pulled his cock a few more times.

Not wanting to disappoint, the man put a finger against the boy's ass hole
and pushed. Adam arched his back, grunted, and managed to squeeze out a few
more drops.

* * * *

Taylor looked on helplessly as Ernie slowly unbuttoned his jeans, unzipped,
and pushed them down to his knees. "You don't have to do this," Taylor
argued.

Ernie looked at Taylor, then the liquor store owner, and back to Taylor.

"Just let me give him the money," Taylor begged.

"We need the money for food and stuff," the boy said quietly. "It's okay,
I've done it before."

"He's just a kid!" Taylor implored the man.

"Like I fucking care," the guy said, starting to undo his belt.

"Do me then," Taylor tried to bargain. "I've got a great ass. I promise
you'll like it."

"It's the kid or the money." The guy shrugged. "Rent's due."

Ernie shook his head `No' when Taylor looked over hoping that Ernie would
change his mind. Instead, the boy pushed his boxers down, uncovering his
ass.

The man nodded toward the wall and Ernie leaned forward and put his hands
flat against the concrete. The boy's ass was snow white, unblemished, and
unbelievably small.

The store owner gave one last look at Taylor and then pulled out his
cock. At more than seven and a half inches he was well endowed and would be
a challenge for almost anyone. For a kid like Ernie, a cock that size would
be near impossible. Ernie closed his eyes as the man lubed his dick and
then the kid's hole. When his finger slipped inside Ernie flinched.

"Here it comes," the guy grunted and started to push.

Taylor watched as first pain, and then tears appeared on Ernie
face. Several salty drops rolled down as the man continued his assault on
the boy's butt hole.

"Stop It! You're hurting him!" Taylor yelled, no longer worried about the
consequences of denying the guy what he felt he was due.

The guy looked as if he hadn't heard, he groaned and just pushed
harder. The tip had already gone in. The additional effort gained him maybe
an inch more.

Ernie sucked in a breath, trembled, and let out a long, wracking sob.

Taylor couldn't stand by and watch Ernie being hurt. He jumped onto of the
guy's back, leaned back, yanking him away. Ernie was sobbing worse than
ever. It was too much.

"Fucking pervert!" Taylor screamed and started pounding the store owner
with his fists. The guy staggered backwards and Taylor threw a number of
hard punches to the guy's head near his temple. Pants at his feet, cock
hanging out, the liquor store guy finally went down. He was out cold.

Both Ernie and Taylor stared in shock, neither quite believing what had
just happened.

"Pull up your pants, we're outta here," Taylor finally said to Ernie as he
reached for the trash bag he used to carry his belongings.

"Where are we gonna go?" Ernie sniffed. He seemed frightened but otherwise
unharmed.

"Any place but here," Taylor said quickly. "Let's go."

Ernie finished buttoning his jeans, zipped up, and reached for his own
things. He wiped at his eyes and face with his hand, leaving his cheeks
streaked with dirt.

Taylor wrapped his arms around Ernie and gave the younger boy a tender
hug. "No more paying the rent," he whispered. Then they both took off.

* * * *

The senator looked up and stared at Adam's face. The boy's features were
delicate, almost feminine. With his eyes closed and that smile he was
angelic. The man thrust upward and planted his cock deep into the kid. The
boy was sitting on the man's chest, or rather, sitting on his cock. There
was no doubt Adam was enjoying the ride. He lifted himself up and thrust
back down with the energy and enthusiasm that comes with youthful sex.

"Oh that feels good," the kid moaned softly. "It's so fucking deep in my
butt!"

The senator held the boy's ass in both hands and helped lift him up when he
wanted to go up and slide back down when he wanted it back inside. There
was a soft slurping sound from the combination of the lube and tightness of
the boy's ass hole.

"Yeah, fuck my ass," the boy whimpered, fuck it harder."

The man had already dumped one load of cum inside the boy, and now was
trying for one more. The senator had fucked his share of boys over the
years, but Adam was proving to be the best he'd ever had. The boy craved
cock.

"Oh shit, fuck meeeeeeee," the kid whimpered again and again.

"I owe you one, Patrick," the old man thought as he watched the kid happily
bounce up and down on his dick. "I really owe you one."

* * * *

Jayden was half asleep when the phone rang. He'd watched television for
awhile after dinner and then taken a book to bed. He must have fallen
asleep.

The phone continued its soft but insistent ring.

"Hello?" Jayden yawned into the receiver.

"Jayden? It's Carleton."

Jayden's eyes came open and he sat up. "Carleton?"

"Yeah. How you doing, buddy?"

"I'm okay. Where are you?"

"In my office up to my ass in the senator's finances and his business
dealings."

"Sounds boring," Jayden laughed.

"You're right, it is. I just felt I had to call you."

Jayden lay back down, his head on the pillow, the phone by his ear. "I miss
you," he whispered, wondering how Carleton would take something like
that. "When will I see you again?"

"I miss you, too," Carleton whispered back. "I hope it'll be soon."

The two talked for more than an hour before Carlton said, "Hang in there a
little longer, okay?

"Okay," Jayden agreed but didn't sound too sure about it.

"Patrick's on our side now. It's only a matter of time and we'll nail the
son of a bitch."

Jayden grew quiet.

"You still there?" Carleton asked.

"Yeah." Jayden yawned.

"I'll get you out of there, I promise."

"Just hurry," Jayden said softly.




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