Date: Sun, 13 Oct 2013 14:09:18 -0400 (EDT)
From: Milford Slabaugh <tommyhawk1@aol.com>
Subject: Campaigning for President

			 CAMPAIGNING FOR PRESIDENT
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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     Mom was working on the campaign posters when I got home from school
that Friday afternoon. She looked up and said, "Hi, Barry!"

     "Hi, Mom." I looked at the poster. It read "Adrian Horne for Senior
Class President!" in bright red letters. "Adrian's running for class
president? Cool!"

     "The election is next Tuesday afternoon." Mom told me, then she
frowned. "He's running against Emily Ward." And Mom made a face I
understood. Emily was a girl even I'd heard of. She was very pretty, very
popular...and had a reputation for being more than a bit of a slut. I
wasn't supposed to know what a slut was, but I did; I'd asked Adrian about
it one day and he'd told me. What he'd said matched pretty well against
what I had done with my buddies in bed a few times when I was a kid and I'd
wondered if I'd been a slut, but I'd asked if a boy could be a slut and
Adrian had scoffed and said no. It was normal for boys to play around when
they were kids, he'd said, but a girl was supposed to keep herself for her
husband, or at least a man she cared about. "And Emily only cares about
herself and what she wants. That's what makes her a slut." Adrian had
concluded.

     And Emily was running against my big brother for class President? He'd
want all the help he could get! "Can I help with the posters?" I asked Mom.

     "No, dear, I'll take care of these. But go upstairs and ask your
brother if you can help. He's got a lot of work to do this weekend, and
could probably use you for something."

     "Okay, Mom." and I scooted upstairs. Adrian was on the football team
and good in school, a totally nice guy, smart, too. Surely he could win a
campaign against the senior class slut, couldn't he? Especially since most
girls didn't even go to the public school; our small town had a private
girl's schools that got a lot of the local girls, all our public school
classes were like two-thirds to three-quarters guys.

     I got as far as his door and heard Adrian and his friends arguing. I
stopped and listened in, if Adrian was going to accept my help, he wouldn't
want me asking in the middle of a talk with his friends. I had to at least
wait until they finished this particular talk.

     "How am I supposed to fight her?" Adrian was griping. "You can't be
serious!"

     "It's true!" Joel said to him. "I heard it from Suzie and again from
Lena. She's going to go around to all the senior class this weekend and
make that promise."

     "She can't be! Shit!" Adrian scoffed.

     "I heard it, too." Jim said, he was the third member of the group in
the room. "Emily is promising every guy in the entire senior class that if
they'll vote for her and she wins, she'll throw a party Tuesday night and
suck off every guy who's there."

     "How can you match her on an offer like that?" Joel pointed out. "It's
not like you could suck dicks yourself and win any votes!" They'd all
laughed.

     "No," Adrian had agreed, "but I can report to the principal that this
rumor is going around."

     "It won't matter, she'll just deny it." Jim warned. "There's a lot of
guys who wish that they had Emily's lips around their peter. They'll vote
for her just to see if that'll make it happen. She doesn't have to deliver
to win, she can refuse to put out and still be president."

     "Oh, she'll put out." Adrian mourned. "She'd love to have a line of
guys waiting for her to suck on them. She's that kind, after all!"

     "What are we going to do?"

     "You can forfeit?"

     "And she wins by default." Adrian sighed. "No, I have to try,
anyhow. At least I got most of the girls on my side already; they'd vote
for a teddy bear before they'd vote for Emily."

     There was a silence, and I chose that moment to walk in, "Hey, Adrian,
I hear you're running for president of your class."

     "What of it?"

     "Can I help? Put up posters for you? Hand out flyers?"

     "Beat it! We're busy on my election campaign here!" Adrian shoved me
out the door and closed it on me. Through the thin-walled door I heard his
next words anyhow, a loud moan. "Busy losing!"

     I knew my big brother too well to be really mad at what he'd said. He
was upset and took it out on me, that's pretty standard for his bad moods
and it wasn't like he'd hurt me or nothing. I just waited for him to leave
with his friends a bit later, then I slipped in and found a stack of his
campaign flyers, and with it, a list of the home addresses of the senior
class. Mom helped me to copy the list with her scanner and printer, when
she heard what I planned to do with it.

     Whether Adrian wanted it or not, I was going to campaign for my big
brother for President!

* * * * *

     I set out the next morning right after breakfast. I had gone over the
list the night before, I had 32 members of the senior class to visit, all
the boys in the senior class. My brother was a big, good-looking guy (I
looked like him somewhat and hoped when I grew up I'd look a lot like him)
and I thought, the same as him, that he could get the female vote easily
enough. Me, I was going to concentrate on the guys.

     Closest one on my list was Kelly Dixon. The list my brother had also
had notes about the guys, Kelly was on the football team and I was to
mention my brother's pledge to press the school board for money for new
football equipment.

     Mrs. Dixon answered the door, I introduced myself and she told me to
go upstairs to Kelly's room. "See if you can wake him up before noon." she
concluded. "If you can do that, you can talk to him."

     I knocked on his bedroom door. "Huh?"

     "Can I come in, please?" I called.

     "Hah? Who is it?"

     "Barry Horne. I'm Adrian's brother, I wanted to talk to you about
making him class president."

     "Oh, God!" Came the groan.

     "Just a couple minutes." I pleaded. "Please?"

     "All right, all right!  Come on in!" he moaned.

     I went in. Yoiks! I thought my brother Adrian's room was a mess, this
was completely a disaster! Kelly was in it, sitting up in his bed, only a
sheet over his body and nothing on above his waist (which is what the sheet
wasn't covering). His body was muscled but not the muscles that bulge out
the body, his chest was massive but smoothly covered by his skin all over,
his nipples were limp triangles on top of this muscle. Very little of his
body was fat.

     "Okay, get it over with." Kelly grunted at me. "I'm beat!"

     "I'm supposed to tell you how my brother will get the football team
some new equipment if you make him president, and he will." I said. "But
mostly, I want to talk about Emily's promise."

     "You heard about that?" Kelly was surprised.

     "I overheard my brother talking about it. And I think it stinks!"

     "Hey." Kelly was embarrassed, laughed. "At least it's a campaign
promise she's going to deliver on. You really think your brother can get
the football team new equipment?"

     "I know he'll really try." I said. "And what if Emily doesn't really
give everyone at her party a blowjob. All she has to do is slip out or hide
until you all go home. Or have the police arrive because they heard about
it. Or make sure your mother finds out."

     "Yeah, yeah, spoil all my fun!" grumped Kelly.

     "The difference between me and Emily is, I'm going to deliver before
the election on the promise." I went on as I got up right next to the bed.

     "Huh?" Kelly looked over at me.

     "I mean, if you're willing to promise to vote for my brother on
Tuesday, I'll suck you right now." I said as I grabbed the edge of the
sheet and pulled back on it. Kelly's hands on the top kept me from pulling
it totally away from him, but I managed to clear a part of the bed next to
the edge, enough for me to climb into the bed on and not pin down the sheet
doing it.

     "Good God damn!" Kelly marveled. "Does Adrian know you're doing this?"

     "No." I said. "And I'll be mad if you tell him I'm doing it. I just
heard what Emily is doing to him, and it makes me mad, that's all. I don't
want her to win."

     "So if I tell you I'll vote for Adrian on Tuesday, you'll suck me
right now, right here?"

     "That's the deal." I assured him.

     Kelly looked at his bedroom door.

     "Your mother was going out to work with her flowers in the front
yard." I said. "Anyone else here going to bother us?"

     "No." Kelly said and looked back at me, gulped. "All right. I'd rather
have Adrian for class president anyhow. You suck me, I'll vote for him. But
what if Emily wins anyhow?"

     I shrugged. "Then I won't come suck you again, maybe."

     "You got yourself a deal." Kelly said with sudden determination and
threw back his covers. He wasn't wearing anything under that sheet. He was
totally naked.

     Now, I'd sucked a couple of my friends in bed, but they were all my
age and hadn't gotten their full growth. Now I was looking at my first
adult dick, and it was hard. Bigger than my friends, even when you took in
account Kelly's bigger size. Man, what had I gotten myself into here?

     But I'd said I'd do it and I did, I took it in my hand and Kelly
grunted as I took hold of it. I looked up at him and I saw him staring down
at me. He wanted to watch me do this. Okay, let's give this guy a show. I
leaned over and I licked at his cockhead and tasted it for the first time,
and Kelly groaned.

     It was sticky, it was warm and it was salty. I raised up and a clear
string of fluid hung from my tongue, I could see it on the tip of my tongue
reaching down to his cock's slit of an opening. The weight of the fluid
began to bend it down and it looped over the cockhead and broke the cord
from my tongue in mid-air, separating us once again.

     I pulled in my tongue and got more of that flavor. The taste of it was
amazing, like every bit of manhood was in that tiny bit of fluid. It really
was the stuff of life, the male half of all creation.

     I groaned myself and dove onto Kelly's dong. I wanted more of this and
his cockhead was covered in it now! I sucked it dry and then went deeper,
to find more of it waiting for me when I lifted back up, it poured onto my
tongue and it was raw, unadulterated bliss.

     I began to bob back and forth, like I'd done with my friends ever
since one of them had told me how it was done, and showed me by doing it
for me. I knew how good it felt, and I wanted Kelly to feel so good that
he'd remember it on Tuesday when he was casting his vote. For my brother.

     It was so big, getting it in and out of my mouth was kind of hard. But
Kelly was moaning real good and his cock was warming up nicely. This was
the same as it had been with my friends, the cock would get extra warm and
extra hard just like this, and then the buddy would start groaning and he'd
groan real loud all of a sudden and it would be over. Kelly was in that
state, about to start groaning. He was panting real hard as I sucked him
and I figured he'd be ready soon.

     "Oh, God, yeah, oh, oh, I'm coming, Barry, I'm coming!" Kelly panted
out. "Can I, finish up, in your mouth? Can I? Huh?"

     Well of course he could finish while I was still doing him, was I
supposed to stop and make him jerk off? I grunted my yes and Kelly moaned,
began to hunch up at me as I worked him, I held on even though a couple of
times those thrusts made his cock jam real far into my mouth, and Kelly
moaned, "Oh, oh, I'm coming, I'm coming, ah-ah-AH-HAH, AH-AH-AH, HAH!
AH-KUNNNNHHHH!"

     And suddenly I was getting a lot of that hot salty fluid in my mouth
all at once. It surprised me, I got the first spurt of it and I choked a
bit, but then I realized what it was, the second wad hit and I gulped hard
and then more and more of it was flooding into my mouth and I was drinking
it down fast as I could and Kelly was moaning and thrashing under me, just
like my friends when they'd moan, only more so, and I guessed that, just
like the cock was bigger on an adult, the pleasure was bigger, too. Great!

     Kelly finished and slumped down and no more of that salty stuff was
flowing into my mouth any longer so I sucked his prick dry as I could, by
which time it was softening up and I let go and it flopped down and shrank
as I looked at it. I looked up at Kelly and his face was red and he was
puffing really hard. I sat up on my knees and wiped my mouth on the back of
my shirt sleeve, and I said, panting a little myself, "So, that's the
deal. You promise to vote for my brother Tuesday, yeah?"

     "Yeah, oh, yeah!" Kelly groaned. "But...you'll do it again? My mom is
leaving to visit grandma in another hour, why don't you come back and you
can do it again then."

     "I have to visit the rest of the senior class." I said. "All the boys
in your class, I want to get to all of them over this weekend."

     "Oh." Kelly said. "Maybe some other time, then?" He pressed.

     "If my brother gets elected, sure." I said. "Remember, you promised."

     "Oh, I remember." Kelly said. "Whoof! Boy, will I remember!"

     "Good." I got off the bed, picked up my bag of campaign flyers and
took one out, gave it to him. "Here's to help you remember."

     And I left. Next stop was Roland Merriweather. Adrian's note on the
thing was "motorcycle nut" and had down to mention that he would push for
the rights of students to have room in the parking lot for their
vehicles. And that his nickname was "Rocky."

     Unlike Kelly and a lot of other guys his age, Roland was already up
and about. In his garage, working on his motorcycle, of course. I saw the
pair of legs sticking around the motorcycle (he was on the far side of it),
so I walked inside and up and over to him and said, "Are you Rocky?"

     "Who wants to know?" Roland was lying on a blanket on the garage as he
worked on the motorcycle's underbelly. He was wearing a plaid shirt over a
t-shirt (the plaid shirt was unbuttoned all the way down, the day was
warming up already) and blue jeans and black leather boots.

     "I'm Barry Horne. My brother is running for class president and I
wanted to talk to you about it, and about Emily Ward."

     He looked up at me, his hands busy, holding a wrench in one hand and a
piece of the motorcycle in the other, he was in the process of either
taking it off or putting it back on, I couldn't tell which, other than the
part wasn't new.

     "What the fuck does that matter to you?"

     My experience with Kelly had made me more confident. I knelt down and
put my hand on his crotch and said, "Just that I can do anything Emily Ward
can, and do it better."

     "You heard about that, huh?" was all Roland said as I fondled his
basket. "I knew Adrian wanted the job, but I didn't think he'd stoop to
prostituting his own brother to get it."

     "Hey, Adrian doesn't know about this and you can't tell him!" I
protested.

     "Or what?"

     "Or I won't do it." I said. I had his cock felt out now, in those
jeans. "You have to promise to not tell him, and you have to promise to
vote for him on Tuesday for class president. You do that, and I'll suck
your cock."

     "Right now?"

     "Yeah. Right now." I said, looking into those eyes of his. Roland was
really a nice looking guy, light-brown hair, deep brown eyes, a solid,
regular shaped face.

     "So, go for it, then."

     I unbuttoned his pants and looked up. Roland was still putting his
motorcycle back together! He wanted me to suck him while he worked on his
motorcycle.

     Still, his dick was firm and hard when I got it out of those blue
jeans, the shaft kind of pinched up and forward, with the lowest part and
the balls still firmly imbedded inside. But I had enough of it out to suck
on and I dove onto it. By now, the taste of precome was an expected part of
it, it didn't slow me down at all. I pulled on his pud with my hand until I
could free those balls and used it to perch his cock free of the blue
jeans.

     Roland kept right on working on his motorcycle. He fastened the final
bolt into place and then I felt his greasy hands grasp my head and he began
to force my head up and down on his prick. Those hard, oily hands moved me
back and forth and Roland began to grunt, groan and moan. He let go as his
climax struck him and me, choking from the rough treatment, I let do and
raised up, holding his prick in one hand and, as I did, Roland blasted his
load out.

     Hot steaming wads of jizz flew and hit my face and Roland's hands
caught me and forced me to hold my face in his come-wads' path. He
finished, let go of me and I raised up onto my knees and wiped at my face
again, this time, I had a lot more to clean.

     Roland was lying back and puffing a lot like Kelly had and I griped,
"You got it all over my face!"

     "Yeah, I did." Roland was unapologetic. "That was the deal, wasn't it?
My vote for a blowjob. That's what you do with blowjobs, you take it in the
face. Unless you want to drink it down."

     "I wanted to." I said.

     "You can drink it next time." Roland said.

     "Unless my brother wins the election on Tuesday, there won't be a next
time." I promised him. "So remember our deal."

     "I vote for him and I don't tell him. And you come back for more."
Roland raised up on one arm. "Won't you?"

     I looked at him, lying on that blanket next to that
motorcycle. "Yeah." I said.

     And I left for my next guy. Keith Thompson, he was another member of
the football team.

     Keith answered the door. "Hey, Barry, there you are. Come on in, and
we can get started."

     "Get started?" I asked.

     Keith looked at me. "Yeah. Kelly called me. You're giving blowjobs to
any guy who'll agree to vote for your brother on Tuesday. Sounds good to
me!"

     Well, this was going to be a real timesaver!

* * * * *

     I could keep on telling you about the guys I sucked that day, but as
it worked out about the same, that'd be a waste of time. Sometimes I had to
urge them to let me inside, and take me up to their room, but nobody really
argued when I got them there and had hold of their crotches.

     But by afternoon, I was noticing something funny. I was only barely
finished with the first dozen guys in the senior class, and most of the new
ones were ready and waiting for me, I'd get inside and they'd nearly drag
me to their bedrooms and start undoing their buttons. I began to meet up
with them in groups of two, three or more, and they'd agree to the
conditions before I even got them out of my mouth. "Yeah, yeah, I'll vote
for Adrian, now suck my cock, God, I've been waiting for you since eleven
thirty this morning." One of them said.

     Word was getting around, all right. It saved a lot of time. By Sunday,
with only ten more guys to go, I found Mom with phone call messages for
me. Meet Angus down by the hardware store where he worked. Daniel and
Joshua would be in the park at eleven o'clock, I could meet up with them
there. Joshua left the message that he'd heard about my campaign work and
wanted to help me out, so give him a call. I did and he wanted me to drop
by and suck him off after three o'clock, when his parents would be out. By
the time I'd run down the list, seven of my ten guys still to talk to (and
suck) were already on my schedule.

     Mom was smiling benevolently. "Sounds like you're doing a lot of good
work out there for your brother."

     Adrian came down and he had heard some of what was going on, at
least. "Hey, squirt. Did I ask you to go door-to-door for me?" he demanded.

     "Now, Adrian, he just wanted to help you out." Mom cooed. "And it
sounds like he's doing a good job for you."

     "Yeah." Adrian shook his handsome head. "Guys I talked to today kept
telling me they'll vote for me and to hell with Emily Ward. And always it
was because Barry got there first! I'd have done better just staying at
home today!"

     "But you'll get elected, sounds like, and that's for the best." Mom
said primly. "You'll do a better job as president than her."

     "Yeah, but the guys keep asking me if I'll bring him to school with me
sometime." Adrian mourned. "The football team wants to make him the team
mascot, for Christ's sake. So he can go with us on all the games!"

     "Aw, that's sweet!" Mom beamed.

     "Well, I'd better go, I got to meet with these guys, or they may not
vote for Adrian after all." I said.

     As I left, I heard my brother gripe to Mom, "Geez, Mom, three of them
said they wish they could vote for Barry instead of me! What could he do
for them that I can't do better?"

     My brother won the election, Emily Ward got less than ten votes. And
he's promised to take me to school with him Friday afternoon, so I can
start my new job as the team mascot and learn what my duties will be.

     As if I didn't already know! I've been meeting most of them after
school all week!

				  THE END
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