Date: Sat, 19 Sep 2009 04:55:08 +0000
From: jonathon megerian <jonnymanmeg@hotmail.com>
Subject: The President's son/Chapter 5

Sorry for not posting in so long! You're emails were really encouraging and
eventually helped me build up the motivation to keep writing. I was
surprised at how difficult it has turned up to be to find the time to
write. I actually planned on getting this chapter up earlier this week, but
my fucking computer broke and I had to wait to get it fixed til
yesterday. Oh well, I'm sure you all survived. Speaking of which, the nasty
emails really need to stop. People yelling at me for not posting makes me
want to write even less. It pisses me off, so stop. Like always, this is
not addressed to the many people who sent me positive emails. I don't even
mind if you ask me nicely when I'm going to post again, and even though I
most likely won't answer you, those emails help me move a little faster.

I feel bad that I uploaded the first four chapters in such an expedient
fashion, so I threw in a little "gift" to you readers--faster than I
originally thought I would.

Last, I'm sad to inform you that you should probably start expecting the
wait to be about this long. I'll do my best to not go more than three weeks
without posting though. Anyway, here's chapter five for ya! Enjoy, and as
always, let me know what you think--jonnymanmeg@hotmail.com.




Chapter 5



It was now three weeks into my vacation. My relationship with Brent had
only grown stronger during this time, and, fortunately for us both, we had
not yet been spotted in public. I had visited his house four more times
since my initial encounter with Senator Laker, and had grown to know his
family at a basic level. His dad was an intelligent, fascinating man whose
socially liberal attitude put me at ease. During the few moments when he
had some down time, we would have intense political conversations. His mom
was one of the sweetest women I've ever met and was fully supportive of our
relationship.

All of this familial closeness had a negative side as well: my mother was
becoming, understandably, upset that I had yet to introduce Brent to my
family. It's not that I didn't want him to come over. Rather, the timing
simply hadn't worked out yet. But, on December 22, we finally both had a
free day when he could come and meet my family. In the morning, I had been
frantically cleaning up the house and made sure we had plenty of
ingredients for a good dinner that I instructed my mother to make. I also
gave them strict instructions on how to act so that I wasn't completely
mortified.

"Ok, mom, so there will be no gawking at him or talking about him being
famous or any other...mortifying remarks," I commanded my mother.

"Jon, I resent you speaking to me like I'm twelve. I have never embarrassed
you in the past, so I'm not sure why you're acting like a lunatic."

 My eye slightly twitched.

An hour later, my parents were in their bedroom getting ready while my
sister was watching TV in her room. I heard the doorbell ring and my heart
fluttered in my chest. I ran downstairs and opened the door. It was raining
out, and Brent was in a sweathshirt with a hood. He didn't have an
umbrella, so he was getting wetter and wetter standing at the door,
shivering. I quickly let him in and gave him a big hug, which he returned
with equal strength.

"Why didn't you bring an umbrella? You're all wet and cold," I said into
his ear, sounding like my mother.

"I didn't realize it would rain this hard. I'm kind of bummed because I
think my cologne is probably all washed off. I hope I don't smell bad."

I buried my head into the crook of his neck and inhaled, taking in his
scent that always went straight to my heart (and my dick). I whispered into
his ear "You always smell good to me."

He pulled back a little and kissed me on the lips. It was short because we
didn't want to make a scene in case my parents walked by. After we broke
the kiss I hugged him close again and closed my eyes, blocking out all my
senses that didn't involve Brent.

"I love you, baby boy," he whispered in my ear. I smiled.

"I love you to. I need to find a nickname for you."

"Yeah. That's your assignment for tonight. If you don't have one by
tomorrow I'll whip you ass mothafucka!" he joked. I laughed at his attempt
at being BAMF.

"Hahaha, you're the least intimidating person I've ever heard say something
like that," I said.

"Whatdya mean? I'm totally intimidating." Right after he said this, he
flexed his arms for me and rolled up his sleeves, allowing me to see his
well-formed biceps. They made me so horny I pushed them back to his sides
and said, "ok, ok, you're very, very intimidating sir, but put those away
or I'm going to fuck you right here in the hall," I groaned.

"In that case, I think I'll just whip em out again," he smiled. "Hey, we
should go upstairs, we've been standing down here for like five minutes
now. It's a little weird," he said.

"Yeah, you're probably right. Come on, let's go get this over with." I
kissed him one last time and went up the stairs with him close behind me.

As I entered the dining room my parents came in to say hello. My stepdad
remained cool and collected, buy my mom, on the other hand, was totally
star-struck. I was embarrassed already.

"It's so nice to meet you! I've heard so much about you from Jon!" my
mother said, causing me to blush.

"It's very nice to meet you, too. Jon has only nice things to say about you
to me," Brent smiled. He was definitely the son of a politician--he knew
how to lie really, really well. Hal extended his hand and gave Brent a firm
handshake. My sister then came out, looking surprisingly calm and
put-together. She said "hey" and sat down in the living room looking over
at us. It was odd.

We made some small talk as my mom was itching to learn everything about him
she could. I knew that I wasn't just her being star-struck. She was also
sizing him up, trying to see if he was worthy of being with me. I smiled to
myself and was happy that my mom cared about me so much.

My mom had made a fantastic dinner. Pot roast with potatoes and carrots and
a big salad tossed with homemade salad dressing. We all sat down to eat.

"So, Brent," my mother started, "I hope that my son is being respectful to
you and your family."

"Mother, seriously...for Christ's sake," I said, beyond annoyed. Brent was
over in his seat laughing. I gave him an intense stare and shut him up
pretty quickly.

"Sorry," he whispered. This, apparently, was too much for my sister to
take, and she turned to him and said "Do NOT apologize. Jon can stop being
a girl and take it like a man."

"Amen," my step father mouthed off.

"Ok, you see, THIS is exactly why I waited so long to introduce you to
him. God, I seriously hate all of you," I replied, starting to get
perturbed. When my family starts episodes like this, I always get annoyed,
but wind up laughing about it later.

After a brief, almost uncomfortable pause, Brent grew a shit-eating grin on
his face, turned to me, and said "Yeah, Jon, take it like a man." He then
exploded in laughter, and the rest of my family chuckled.

"Ok, we're officially broken up for the rest of the night," I said flatly.

"Oh yeah right. Let me tell you something Brent," my sister said. I knew it
was about to be severly embarrassed. "All I hear lately from this one over
here is `Brent' this and `Brent' that. I can't get him to shut up about it,
and him saying he's breaking up with YOU is a complete joke."

Brent laughed and I turned bright red and shook my head slightly in
disbelief of the circus that was going on in front of me. The rest of the
dinner carried on with the regular banter, but it didn't get
as...extreme...as that again. The food really was good, and Brent and my
family seemed to be getting alone pretty well. After dinner, we all sat
around the living room drinking coffee and snacking on some deserts. Brent,
unlike me, was a sports fan, and he found the interested listener he didn't
have in me in my stepfather. Hal too probably wished he could talk about
sports and motorcycles and other boring shit with me, so he was elated at
finally having a male in the house he could relate to.

At around 11:00 o'clock Brent decided it was time for him to head home. He
said goodbye to everyone, and my mom gave him a hug, which made me smile. I
walked him out to his car in the dark driveway. When we arrived at it, I
forcefully pushed him back against the car door and pounced on him, pushing
my body hard into his. I wrapped my arms around him and buried my face in
the nape of his neck, pressing my lips lightly and lazily against his
neck. He stroked the back of my head with one hand and rested his other on
my upper ass.

"Thank you sooooo much for putting up with that shit show," I mumbled into
his neck.

"Hey, it wasn't that bad. You're family is really...entertaining to be
around," he said, choosing his words carefully. We held each other in
silence for a minute or so before he said "so, are we back together now?"

I looked up at him and kissed him lightly.

"Yeah, I think we're good," I said. I kissed him one more time and then he
got in the car and drove away. It was always sad seeing him go. I just
wanted to go with him wherever and whenever he was going.





The next day, Brent and I decided to go to the park and just chill. It was
a beautiful day out--not too cold, but cold enough that snow still covered
the grass and icicles hung artfully from the tree branches. The benches
were cleared of their snow, and we sat down on one of them. When I sat down
next to him he frowned at me a little. I gave him a questioning look and he
opened his legs a bit. This was his sign that he wanted me to sit in his
lap/in between his legs. He loved having me rest up against him and putting
his arms around me. Lucky for him, I loved that too. I assumed the position
and leaned back contentedly into his sweatshirt-covered chest. When I got
settled in, he wrapped his arms protectively around me. He used to wrap his
arms over mine and around my chest, constricting my ability to move my
arms. Now, however, he had learned that I wasn't really comfortable in that
position and he made sure to go under my arms instead. I leaned my head
back against his collar bone/shoulder and rubbed the side of my face
against his, and he kissed me on the cheek.

I exhaled deeply and said "I love you so much."

He squeezed me tighter and said, "I love you too baby boy." I smiled at the
nickname.

"Really? I'm not sure I believe you. You'll have to convince me."

In response, he leaned closer and started kissing behind my ear, sending
chills down my body. My mouth opened a little and I let an almost inaudible
moan escape. He stopped and said "convinced yet?"

"Ehhh, I'm not so sure, you'll have to do..." he cut me off by passionately
kissing the side of my neck and upper shoulder. I moaned louder this time
at the sensation, and in between moans I managed to croak out
"I...believe...y...you."

He kept his face nuzzled in my neck and said "what's that? I can't hear
you. You'll have to say that a little bit louder." He immediately went back
to kissing my neck, sending yet another wave of pleasure through my
body. "Agh...I...said..." I paused as I let the sensations take over me. I
contemplated letting him continue kissing me, but then I realized our
situation: two boys, sitting on a public park bench, one in the other's
lap, kissing...one of the boys Brent Laker. I reluctantly pulled away from
him and stood up, readjusting my pants, which had shifted during our
little...entanglement. I looked down at Brent who was pouting at me, vexed
that I stopped his little game.

"Don't give me that face buddy boy. You have to start exercising some
self-control. We're in public. Kissing! On a park bench! You're...you! This
is an absolutely terrible idea. Why am I the one who seems more concerned
about protecting your privacy than you are?" I asked jokingly. He laughed a
little, stood up, and approached me. His face became more serious.

"Seriously, though, do you not want people to know about us yet? Are you
getting worried about the reaction?" he asked lovingly. I shuffled closer
to him and he put his hands on my waist. I brought arms up and rested one
on his shoulder. With my free arm I started slowly stroking the side of his
face, which, although it had gotten cold, was soft and beautiful. I
alternated between stroking his face and the little strands of hair that
poked out under the side of his winter hat. I stared into his eyes for a
minute before responding to his question: "No, I'm not worried about
that. I know eventually we'll get spotted, and I'm ready to deal with
that. It's just that I don't want the first thing people see of...us...is
you and me making out in the park. It'll look trashy, and there is
absolutely nothing trashy about you. I don't want anyone to be able to say
a single bad word about you," I said softly. Brent stared at me for a
moment and then kissed me on the lips gently, without tongue. It was, for
him, a way to convey how much he loved me without using words.

"What was that for?" I asked smiling.

"For what you said. For how you treat me. For how you love me. For the way
you make me feel that you're always looking out for me and trying to make
me happy." He paused for a moment, looked up pensively, then said "ya know,
every day, when I wake up, you're the first thing that comes into my
head. I think about you and remember how it felt when I was with you last,
and I think that it couldn't possibly get any better than that. But every
time I see you, you find new ways to blow my mind and make me even
happier. I love you so fucking much baby boy. More than you could ever
know."

I was moved beyond words. "Don't say another goddamn word or I'm going to
cry."

He laughed and pulled me closer to him, wrapping his arms tightly around me
and exhaling loudly. "Cry all you want baby boy, but it's not gunna stop me
from telling you just how much I love you," he said mellifluously. He then
kissed the top of my head, causing me too look up at him and kiss him
softly on the lips. Our kissing grew stronger and more impassioned, and I
had quickly forgotten about my own advice I had given Brent just a few
minutes before. I got lost kissing him and everything around me seemed to
become insignificant and meaningless. Brent was definitely the best drug
I've ever done.

When I broke the kiss I stared into his eyes again smiling like an idiot. I
was about to suggest that we go back to one of our houses when I rejoined
reality and noticed that we had attracted the attention of the few people
occupying the park that day. There were several people openly staring at
us, some with amazement, some with curiousity, and some with elation. I
knew that we had a major issue on our hands.

"Brent, FUCK, look at all these fucking people! There's no way one of them
didn't see us or even..." I let my words fall short as I noticed one lady
putting a digital camera back into her purse. Brent had seen the woman as
well, and his face drained of all its color as he stiffened up. He turned
away and started walking, not looking back to make sure I was coming. I was
beginning to panic, thinking that he was dumping me, when he turned back
and said flatly, "come on, let's go." He turned back around and kept
walking as I ran to catch up with him. We got to his limo and got in the
back seat. Once the doors were all closed and the car started moving, Brent
put his head in the palm of his hands and exhaled loudly. I stared at him,
almost afraid to say anything. I'd never seen him this agitated and
distraught, so I had no way of knowing how he was apt to behave in this
sort of situation.

He uncovered his face after about a minute or so, and it looked as if most
of the color had returned to his face. He looked over at me and smiled
weakly.

"I'm sorry I freaked out like that. I'm sorry I worried you," he said
humbly, almost afraid that I wasn't going to forgive him. I snuggled
against him and kissed the side of his head.

"Hey, hey, don't worry about it. You got freaked out, I understand. I'm not
mad, don't worry baby," I reassured him. He started reclining horizontally
on the long seat, resting his head on the window. He pulled me up against
him, so I was laying down on him with my head buried in his chest. I kissed
his chest through his clothes. It sounds weird, but I liked having my face
and mouth so close to his body. I could bend down and kiss whatever I
wanted, whenever I wanted, and it was totally acceptable! For some reason,
this ability made me unbelievably happy, and I used my new ability as often
as I could.

"So what should we do abou..."

I cut him off by inching up and kissing him on the lips. "Let's not talk
about it for...three hours. We'll go to my house, go to my room, get in my
bed and lay down and relax. I just...I really want to be close to you for a
little bit."

"Of course baby boy. I think that sounds like a pretty good plan."

For the rest of the trip we didn't say a single word. When we got to my
house, only my mom was home. She smiled when we came through and was about
to say something when she saw Brent's gloomy face. Brent was shy and
embarrassed, this being only his second time over. So I nudged him up the
stairs a bit. When I was level with my mom, I just said to her, "we had a
bit of a tough day. We're gunna go to my room and lie down for a bit." She
smiled gently to me and nodded her head. She really was a good mom. "Let me
know if you need anything," she said and then headed into her bedroom.

We got to my room and Brent lay down first, pulling me down with him by my
belt buckles. I let out a little laugh as I collapsed on top of him. He
quickly brought his lips up to mine and gave me a quick, sweet kiss. I put
my head onto his shoulder and clawed at his shirt's neck hole until I had
pulled it enough to uncover part of his upper chest. I started kissing the
little spot of exposed skin. He moaned a little bit, which only encouraged
me and made me kiss faster. I kissed one last time and then rested my
forehead against his chest again. He wrapped his arms around me tightly. We
decided to ditch our pants and shirts and got under the covers in just our
boxers. We got on our sides, facing toward each other, and hugged each
other close.

"Ugh."

"What?" I asked.

"I love you too much. I don't know what you did to me asshole, but I'm
crazy about you."

I laughed and blushed at the same time. "Well, I think I'm pretty hooked on
you too buddy."I leaned in and kissed him. We made out on my bed for what
felt like decades until my jaw started getting tired and my mouth
dry. Brent smiled at me as we both realized how long we had been making out
for.

"I guess I got lost in there," Brent said through a shit-eating grin.

"It's a good place to get lost," I replied, smiling as well.

"I love you Brent," I said after a moment of silence. He kissed my
forehead, squeezed me even tighter, and said "If you keep telling me that
I'm gunna wind up squeezing you to death."

"Well, I'm gunna die someday, and as far as deaths go, that doesn't sad so
bad. So...I love you. I love you I love you I love you," I gushed. I was
embarrassing myself, but I just couldn't help it around him. It seems
almost strange that one particular person can cause us to lose total
control over ourselves when in their presence. I liked that he had that
power over me. To shut me up, Brent planted another kiss on my lips. Then
he thrust his hips against me, allowing me to feel what seemed to be a
painfully aching erection.

"Do you see what you're doing to me?! It's soooo not fair to turn me on so
hard like this," he whined. I thought for a moment and then decided that he
had earned a little indulgence. I realized that what I had with him was the
real thing, and that if anyone was going to help me move past my trauma, it
was going to be him. I smiled at him and then pressed my tongue on his
Adam's Apple and began tracing a line down his chest with my tongue. I
stopped when I got to his boxers and kissed around the waistband. He had
arched his back slightly and was panting softly. I then started slowly
pushing his boxers down. He froze up and looked down at me.

"What are you doing?" he asked incredulously.

"I'm thanking you for being the greatest boyfriend imaginable." With that,
I pushed his boxers the rest of the way down. He erection sprang out and
hit my chin. I giggle and moved back a bit to finally look at it. It was
about eight inches, not too thick, not too think. It was fantastic. I
kissed and licked my way up it from the base to the head. I licked around
the head several times and heard him whining in pleasure. I took the whole
head into my mouth, reveling in the feeling of fullness and completion it
gave me. He moaned quite loudly, causing me to quickly pull my head off and
tell him to be quiet. I did not need my mother hearing this.

I got back to work as I took as much of him in my mouth as I could. I got
about halfway before I couldn't handle anymore. I stayed there for a
minute, and then began going back up, sucking on it as I went. He was
arching his back up and down, gasping for air. He placed his hands lightly
on my head, gently urging me on. I went up and down slowly at first, but
getting faster as I went on. I was really getting into it and I became
consumed with a desire to get as much of him in me as possible. I relaxed
my throat as much as possible and dived down on the rest of his dick,
hoping I wouldn't gag. Fortunately, I had done something right, and he went
down my throat easily. My nose was in his pubic hairs. It was wildly erotic
and I pressed my face as close to his body as I could, reveling in this
feeling of ultimate closeness.

Brent, I could tell, was in heaven. He was breathing heavily. When I
deep-throated him, he apparently had had all that his body could take. As I
began pulling up, he said "shit. I'm gunna come. What should I..." I cut
him off by shoving my head back down as far as I could. I wanted him to
come inside me. He moaned fairly loudly as he started coming in my
mouth. He got a good five or six shots down my throat before his body
started going limp. I was so excited and turned on that I, I'm afraid to
admit, shot in my pants. It collapsed on top of his pubic area, his still
hard dick pressed against my face. I felt amazing, but a sense of shame and
embarrassment was starting to come over me as I realized that I had just
cum in my pants.

"Holy shit, did you just cum?" He asked through his panting.

"Yeah," I said, blushing and pressing my face even harder against his
body. He pulled me up with his arms and brought my face to his.

"Don't be embarrassed. What you just did for me was the most amazing thing
that anyone has ever done for me. I love you so, so fucking much," he said
with emotion and passion. I kissed him ferociously, determined to let my
intense love for him continue to find physical reliefs. After we broke the
kiss, I found some tissues in my room and we cleaned ourselves up. I
cuddled up against him as he wrapped his arms around me.

We still had to deal with the incident in the park. I knew that what had
happened was greatly significant and that it would change the dynamic of
our relationship. However, lying there in my post-orgasmic haze with my
boyfriend's arms around me, I didn't care about any of that. Instead I
focused in on the feeling of his arms around me and his body pressed to
mine. I knew in that moment that no matter what happens down the road--be
it a year, a month, a day, or five minutes from now--as long as I can feel
his body against mine, everything will work out in the end. And as I
drifted off to sleep, a line from one of the Killers' songs drifted across
my mind like a mental breeze: "And my heart, it don't beat, it don't beat
the way it used to..."

And it didn't.