The Senator's Boy (closed for tamgreen)

[ericrodman101]

Damien lost himself in the reverie of their fucking. He knew somewhere in the back of his brain that he was pushing Tommy as far as the kid could go, and more. He knew time would be up soon. He knew this moment was as fucking hot as it got. He could feel his cock so far down Tommy's throat that he wondered if the boy could breathe. But most of all he knew he was going to cum copiously and explosively. There was going to be an almighty fucking mess to clean up.

And there was. Damien exploded deep inside Tommy, the little guy pinned against Damien's torso and choked with hard cock. Damien felt the release, the jet of semen spurting hard, his cock pulsing, the pressure of his fingers on the back of Tommy's head, mirrored by the pain of Tommy's fingers digging into his butt.

The pressure was too great. Something had to give. Tommy sort of sprung off Damien's cock as if a valve in a high pressure hose had opened. The 18 year old seemed to shoot backwards, then fall against the chair. Damien looked down, first to his cock, red and hard, slick with Tommy's juices. And then Tommy lying on his back, coughing up Damien's seed, spit and cum running from the edges of his mouth, spraying everywhere, Damien's ankles, his feet, the carpet, the hem of the bedding.

For a moment Damien wondered if Tommy had suffocated, the boy was red, his mouth awash. But Tommy's coughing eased to gasping for breath, even as the teen jerked himself roughly to orgasm and a second load of cum, this time discharging from the end of Tommy's beautiful cock, sprayed across Damien and the carpet.

Damien looked down in awe. Had there ever been a partner, especially one as inexperienced as Tommy, in his life who could do what had just happened? Tommy was insatiable. Damien pushed him to limits other guys rejected, and beyond. He felt as if there was nothing he couldn't imagine experiencing with this kid. Nothing. And his cute, tight, teen ass was still to come.

Tommy was giggling. It was so cute Damien really just wanted to fuck him again. A life of fucking. Was that possible? Who needed air and water and company when you could just fuck Tommy? Endlessly....

But he'd hit his head on the chair. Was that blood on the carpet, mixing with the semen? And how the fuck were they going to clean up before Paul returned? How the fuck.....

The door knob was tried. Locked, thank Christ. Then a knock. Paul's voice. "Damien, what the f....." It wasn't like Paul to swear. "Coming," Damien called. "Just a minute."

He picked Tommy up in his arms. The teen was relaxed and heavy, still breathless and gasping for air. "Into the bathroom, quick. You hit your head. I'll say you tripped."

Damien mostly threw Tommy into the bathroom and closed the door, then walked back to where Paul was calling, his feet slick with the goo on the carpet.

 

[tamgreen]

Tommy's head was spinning. His throat and his cock and balls were throbbing. It took him several moments to figure out where he was - he was sprawled out on the mat in the big hotel bathroom, still shaking with euphoric laughter.

He could vaguely hear voices on the other side of the door. He tried to keep quiet and pulled himself up on the counter, having a look at himself in the mirror above the sink as he swayed drunkenly.

"You whore," he whispered, and stifled another giggle. His hair was a rat's nest, and he was still deeply flushed, his lips red and swollen. Most of his face was wet with tears, saliva, and cum. He looked down to find his half-deflated cock still hanging out. He grabbed a fresh washcloth and dampened it, using it to clean himself up before tucking his package away and fumbling to do up his shorts. He could feel his phone still in his pocket and pulled it out, unable to resist the urge to snap a photo of himself in the mirror. He liked how he looked right now - the very definition of a hot mess. Totally used, and totally happy about it. He would save this picture to send to Damien later as a happy memory.

Remember that time you facefucked me silly, right before Paul came in?

He grinned at himself and put his phone back, finally rushing to clean himself up. He took out his hair tie and tried to coax his mussed hair back into some sort of order, only then noticing there was a bump and a little blood at the back of his head. He felt it and then stared at the hint of red on his fingers in fascination. When had that happened? And how?

It didn't seem to be anything too serious, so he rinsed himself off a little and tied his hair back. He had cum splattered across his little country club uniform which was, fortunately, white - he dabbed at all the splotches he could find with the wet cloth and then gave himself a look over. He looked damp and exhausted, but it probably wouldn't be obvious to anyone downstairs that spontaneous, aggressive sex had been part of his morning breakfast delivery. He'd have to explain his absence, at least, but he could work that out with Damien.

He tiptoed to the door and leaned on it, trying to hear some of the conversation between the two men before leaving the bathroom.

 

[ericrodman101]

Damien opened the door a little. Paul put his foot through.

"Do not disturb. What the fuck?"

"Not like you to swear, Paul," Damien said as Paul pushed through. Both men turned and surveyed the room. A chair lay on its side, next to a small but obvious bloodspot which glared from the carpet like a spotlight. And that simply drew attention to the goo, already congealing on the shag. Paul took a long look, then turned and looked Damien up and down, his eyes coming to rest on the senator's semi-hard cock, proudly pointing through the open robe which Damien gathered about him hurriedly.

"I don't know what the fuck to say," Paul said, shaking his head. "Maybe I should walk out and come back in half an hour. Or not at all."

"Hey, calm down," Damien said, placing an arm round Paul's shoulders. His friend recoiled, stepped over to the chair, righted it, and sat down.

"Calm down. You fucking tell me to fucking calm down. Why don't you fucking calm down, senator. Why don't you keep your cock in your pants just once. Or permanently if we're going to make anything out of the shortest political career in the history of the fucking universe."

Damien folded his arms. "Paul, I know what you're thinking. Have a coffee and some breakfast and we'll talk." He gestured towards the breakfast cart.

"At least you haven't fucked on the cart," Paul said, standing and checking the temperature of the coffee pot.

No, but give me a bit longer and maybe...., Damien thought.

"You fucked the bellboy again, I take it." Paul poured them both a cup. Black.

"Yeah," Damien said. "I mean, you've seen Tommy. What did you think would happen when you walked out?"

Paul put the coffee pot down with a thump.

"So, you're blaming me for what happened. If I hadn't left you alone....."

"No, I'm thanking you," Damien said. "It was important for Tommy and me to have some time alone together. To sort things out."

"So you talked then. Sorted everything out. And still had time to fuck." Paul emphasised 'fuck' by sweeping his hand round to survey the mess on the carpet. "Do you know there are hotel staff who report this sort of stuff to the media? If we don't clean this up, the National Enquirer will have DNA samples before they go to print tonight. You do know that, Damien?"

Damien shrugged. "You're over-reacting...."

"I am not fucking over-reacting. I am trying to save your career. Jesus Christ! I can't fucking believe you are so fucking stupid. If you want to fuck twinks, fuck anybody, there are people who can arrange it. Discreetly. You can make a speech in the Senate in the morning, fuck some 18 year old underwear model over lunch, and be at your moral majority meeting for afternoon tea. You don't need to pick up anonymous young guys who just happen to wave their tight little asses at you in the street. How do you know Tommy isn't going to sell the story? Cute little fucking heart-throb twinky cumslut Tommy?

 

[tamgreen]

Tommy clenched his jaw as he listened to Paul's tirade. There wasn't going to be a better time to come out, so he just dampened another washcloth and opened the door, slipping back into the room, which was suddenly very quiet. He didn't look at either of them at first, only knelt down near the chair and started scrubbing away at the mess on the floor.

Once he'd found his voice again, he looked up at Damien with a small, humorless smirk. "You never told me you had two wives," he quipped, rolling his eyes in Paul's direction. "One is bad enough."

He furrowed his brow and scrubbed extra hard at the blood splotch.

"Seriously, I'm not the one anyone needs to be worried about. I don't want to get rich or famous or anything, and I sure don't want to screw over the only person who's ever made me feel like I matter. I just want to be fucking happy for once. Keep me in a little box at home and let me have a few minutes with you each day, I'll be the happiest guy on earth. But I know I couldn't hope for that, and by now I'll probably be fired anyway...."

He threw the cloth down in frustration and leaned back against the wall, looking up at Damien with brimming, vulnerable eyes.

"Could I be the underwear model you fuck over lunch?" he asked in a small, slightly shaky voice. "I've never been good at anything, until I met you. I'm hardly a model, but... if you like me...? I'll be yours. I want to make you happy."

He shifted his pleading eyes to Paul. "I can be discreet. I can hardly be anything else. I don't know anyone, I don't know anything, and I'm... basically nobody. If I'm an 'anonymous young guy', maybe that's exactly why I'm... useful. Don't you want Damien to have what he wants? What he needs?"

 

[ericrodman101]

Damien sat down and shut up. For some young kid he'd picked up and fucked, Tommy was a surprise package. Who could fault those arguments? Tommy on tap, kept in a little box. And the two wives line was priceless. He tried to stifle a grin with only limited success. Which is when he realised Paul was glaring at him. Damien raised his eyebrows as if to say 'he's got you there'.

Damien watched Paul trying to speak, opening and closing his mouth. But nothing came out. He simply became redder and more exasperated until he adjourned to the bathroom, slamming the door. The two lovers followed Paul with their eyes, then when he was gone, looked at each other, before laughing.

"Hey big man, you got a great mind working away in there. How do you come up with this stuff?" He gestured for Tommy to come to him, then embraced his young friend, falling back onto the bed with Tommy on top.

"You're on top now, big man," Damien said, stealing kisses between sentences. "It's not often Paul has nothing to say. Two wives. Man, you make me want to fuck you again."

They kissed, longer this time. Damien waited for Tommy to relax. With the 18 year old's guard down, Damien held him tightly and swung him over so that Damien was on top.

"And this is how I like it, Tommy. Don't you forget. You're my big man, but I'm on top. And Jesus, I want to fuck you again, right now, Paul or no Paul. Don't speak..." Damien put a hand over Tommy's mouth. "Damn it, I am gonna fuck you again. Just as soon as Paul is done. OK?"

Tommy nodded through the hand on his face.

The bathroom door opened, but Damien didn't look up. He heard Paul cross the room, almost silently, to the outside door.

"Damien, I don't think there is much more for me to say. We have a lot of work to do and I can see you're totally distracted. Why don't you spend the rest of the day fucking little Tommy here and I'll go get busy organising the rest of your life."

Paul waited.

"OK," Damien said, still not looking up, but keeping his hand and his eyes on Tommy's face, trying not to laugh. He felt like an adolescent who should know better. "Thank you Paul. You're right. I'm not going to be any good today. Tommy and I have some things to sort out, so I'll see you tomorrow. We'll both see you tomorrow. Did I tell you while you were in the bathroom I offered Tommy a job?"

Paul slammed the door on the way out.

 

[tamgreen]

Tommy's small body was awash with dopamine and oxytocin as Damien pulled him into a kiss and swept him into the bed. As bad as he'd felt about the possibility of negatively affecting Damien and Paul's friendship or working relationship or whatever it really was, he hardly noticed Paul's presence. He was too busy hanging on Damien's every word, every look, every kiss. Damien was his god, his family, his boss, his sustenance, his drug, everything - and as he stared intensely up at the senator, his mouth still tightly covered by the man's hand, his eyes reflected all of this. Pure need, want, submission, and trust.

His gleaming eyes grew very wide when Damien spoke of a job offer - this unexpected piece of news was enough to enable him to ignore the haughty slamming of the door utterly. He wrapped both legs around the senator and squeezed him tightly. The moment Damien's hand uncovered his mouth, his whole face lit up like a child being surprised with a trip to Disneyland.

"Do you mean it?!" he crowed, half laughing, half crying between ragged breaths. "Will you really give me a job? Will you save me from my horrible life and take me away from here? I'll be your toy to play with every single day!"

He grabbed Damien's mouth with his, devouring him and being devoured, sucking at the older man's tongue and craving as much of him as possible, as quickly as possible. The weight of the senator atop him was intoxicating and he could feel them both hardening in anticipation of a fresh fuck. Oh god - it would be all the way this time, he just knew it! He was going to get his cherry popped good and proper.

Panting frantically, he started tugging at Damien's robe, until he spotted the breakfast cart over his shoulder.

"Shit - oh, shit!" he huffed, suddenly falling back and letting his head hit the mattress with a dismal sigh. "I'm so sorry - I need to go downstairs and take that fucking trolley back before we go any further. I wouldn't care except that my supervisor knows exactly what room I'm in and they'll come looking for me if I'm AWOL for too long! If Paul's ever going to trust either of us, we need to actually not be stupid about this."

Tommy sighed dramatically. He stroked Damien's stubbly cheeks, reluctant to move from this perfect position beneath the senator.

"I hate to leave you for even a minute. But it will be fun to just suddenly quit out of left field. If I don't need a reference, I can tell them all to go fuck themselves."

His eyes glinted with the excitement of doing something really satisfyingly irresponsible.

 

[ericrodman101]

Damien thought about what he was doing for a moment. He'd secured another whole day alone with Tommy if he wanted, putting aside the problem with the breakfast cart. Paul would be cross with him, not for the first time. Susanna, well they knew where they stood. Tommy was just so cute and fuckable and besotted, Damien knew he should be concerned about what he was doing, but what could he do? The job idea had been simmering away somewhere deep in Damien's subconscious without him really understanding what would eventuate.

So he'd offered Tommy a job. Why not? Tommy already had a job. Sucking cock. Might as well be on the payroll for it. There was always real work in a political office, gofering mostly. Damien had no idea if Tommy had any qualifications besides what he could do with his mouth. But fetching and carrying for a senator was a job. Not a career perhaps, but for someone without other immediate prospects or ambitions, it would tide them over.

Tommy's parents, if they had any concerns, might be impressed. Damien imagined they were simple, trusting folk who would be pleased for the time being their son was working in such an important office. They'd find out what was going on one day, Damien was sure without being immediately worried. Everything always came out, and he'd cross that bridge when he came to it. They'd probably read about it in the media, which was probably how he'd read about it.

All problems for another day. Today, now, was time to fuck Tommy again. And not be disturbed.

"Tell you what, big man, Damien said, standing. "I'm putting the cart in the hall and calling room service. I'll put up a do-not-disturb sign and tell them no one came to pick it up. Yeah?"

He looked down at Tommy, still wearing his uniform after cleaning up in the bathroom before confronting Paul. The young guy nodded.

"OK. Calling room service it is, but first..."

Damien leaned down and tore Tommy's clothes from him, first pulling his shirt up and over his shoulders and outstretched arms, then dragging his shorts off his hips, down his legs and over his feet.

"And now for these," Damien said, stripping Tommy of his boxer shorts, which he threw into the corner of the room. Then with Tommy still in shock, Damien walked over to the door, pushed the cart into the hall, slipped the sign over the knob, and shut and locked the door behind him. Returning to the bed, he dropped his robe and sat naked on the bed.

"OK, room service," Damien said picking up the phone, "but I want you sucking my cock while I call. Sort of like a thank you for getting you out of this shit job."

He dialled room service with one hand and with the other guided Tommy's head down.

 

[tamgreen]

Tommy was certainly overwhelmed by how quickly things were happening. Suddenly he had a new job, and was naked with a senator. A mere twenty-four hours ago, eighteen-year-old Tommy, virginal in every way, had walked in on this man by accident and they'd been complete strangers - now they were turning each other's lives around and about to fuck like bunnies for the foreseeable future. It was terrifying and incredibly sexy at the same time, and Tommy's heart was racing so fast he could hardly breathe.

Part of him had been sure this job offer thing had just been a cute little joke to bug Paul, but Damien certainly seemed to be committing to it. By the time he was picking up the phone, Tommy knew it was for real, and he found himself choking up. His eyelids fluttered, and he grinned like a moron as he squirmed as close as he could get to Damien, sprawling out on the bed with his head in the man's lap. As Damien pulled him in close, he fought to swallow back the emotion that was clogging his throat - he needed to leave room in there for something much more urgent.

As Tommy took the senator's cock into his mouth, massaging it with his tongue, he reached a hand to rub the older man's chest affectionately. One of his thumbs found a nipple, and he flicked it teasingly. He smiled around the cock filling his mouth, loving the idea of giving Damien as much pleasure as he could while he was on the phone and listening to his voice as he tried to hold back.

Was this what their life would be like now? Would he do this in Damien's office, while he was on important phone calls? Would he do this in the back of cars on the way to meetings? Would he do this in bathrooms between appointments? In airports, on trains, behind curtains, beneath tables? Of course he would, if Damien wanted it, but he knew it would be much more than blowjobs. Damien would want to fuck him up the ass. Tommy would do his utmost to be ready anywhere, anytime. This would be his job now. Did that make him a whore? Did he care?

Whatever this was, he'd never wanted anything more, and he'd never been happier. This was life now, and uptight Paul would just have to fucking get used to it. Not to mention Susanna, from whom they could hardly keep a secret in the long term. And that was fine - Damien would make sure it was fine. Tommy just hoped he'd get to rub all of this in her perfectly made up face.

The thought of looking Susanna straight in the eye while her husband's cock was deep inside him gave him a pleasure so large he shuddered and throbbed and dribbled a tiny spurt of precum onto the sheets. Sighing contentedly, he reached for Damien's free hand, which had previously been pulling his head down, and directed it to his own cock, rigid and dripping, to show the senator how massively turned on he was. He looked up to find Damien's eyes and locked gazes with him, adoring, eager, and very excited to tell the man exactly what was on his mind.

 

[ericrodman101]

"Room service?"

Damien heard his own voice catch in his throat. No matter how many times in his life he'd tried to maintain a conversation while having his cock sucked, the thrill always gave him away. Not that the receptionist would know, but Tommy would. Tommy must have heard his hesitation, the moment when the feel of mouth on cock caught him mid-sentence. So what? Did it matter what Tommy found out about the power he had over Damien? More overthinking, he thought. I'm here, in a hotel room with an 18 year old sucking my cock. We've got a whole afternoon to fuck, to find out if we have any limits, to make a mess of ourselves and each other. It was crazy, fucking batshit crazy.

"Room service?" His voice caught again, but must soldier on.... "I've left the breakfast cart in the hall. Please collect it. I'm not sure what happened to the little guy who delivered it. Tommy. Is that his name?"

Damien felt Tommy pause at the mention of his name, then saw him look up, cock swelling his mouth, smile around it as best he could, and redouble his efforts.

"You tell Tommy when you find him to fetch the cart. And to knock on my door so I can give him a tip."

As he said tip, Damien looked down at Tommy and imagined the tip of his cock deep inside the young guy's head, bobbing around, sliding between tongue and lips and palate.

Damien wasn't sure why he was bantering with the receptionist. The small talk just flowed out of him in response to what Tommy was doing with his mouth. And somehow with the whole day ahead of them, Damien was almost playing for time, filling the air with his voice like a bookend for what was about to happen. In a few hours he'd know everything there was to know about Tommy, personally and physically. And Tommy about him. And he'd bookend the close of the day somehow too.

"Just Tommy, thank you. Otherwise I don't want to be disturbed under any circumstances. I have some important work to do."

Tommy dragged Damien's hand down until they both found the 18 year old's cock, hard and slick. Did this little guy ever go down? Damien recalled himself at the same age, discovering what his cock was capable of. It seemed like his cock had been hard most of the time, wherever he'd been, whomever he'd been with. He remembered that first anthropology course in his freshmen year at college, learning about tribes who'd celebrated the power of the cock by wearing penis gourds which allowed the men to mimic having an erect cock all the time. He and the other like-minded guys had taken to fashioning penis gourds and wearing them in the dorms after dark at some of their sex parties. Except that they'd been erect most of the time anyway. Jesus, those parties. How did he ever manage to finish any college work at all?

And images of Tommy naked, except for a penis gourd, massively oversized and distended, flashed through his head. It wouldn't be like that, of course. Well, not during the day. But at night, when he and Tommy adjourned to whatever place he'd set up for them, he could dress Tommy however he liked, and Tommy would be there to service him. Damien felt his cock swell in Tommy's mouth and his young friend draw breath, and adjust his lips to the widening girth.

College days were one thing. Now was different. Damien was comfortable in his sexuality, but he knew he couldn't sustain an erection indefinitely. Should he fuck Tommy's mouth again and cum down his throat, or was there something else he could do? Something new? Something they hadn't tried in the last 24 hours.

He put the phone down and with one hand on the back of Tommy's head, pulled the little guy onto his cock. Time to take twink ass, Damien thought.

 

[tamgreen]

Tommy's eyes lit up as he heard Damien talking about him on the phone, and especially when he heard the strain in his voice. He could see into the future now, imagining all the phone calls he'd get to be there for, sucking away at the senator's cock while Damien tried with all his might to sound like he wasn't being pleasured to within an inch of cumming while conducting important senator business.

He could feel Damien throb and surge in his mouth and throat. It was getting to the point that he couldn't do much now but keep a tight seal with his lips, hold on for dear life, and try to stay conscious. After a few minutes he started pushing at Damien, resisting the hold, and soon Damien reluctantly withdrew his hand and let Tommy free. He popped off with a gasp and slurped up a dribble of saliva mixed with the essence of precum.

"Sorry," he panted, inviting himself into Damien's lap and clinging to him with all four limbs. "I didn't want you to cum too soon. And... I wanted to tell you something."

He giggled and licked Damien's cheek, tasting a salty tang of sweat. His lips tickled against Damien's ear as he leaned closer and pressed himself against the older man's solid body.

"I want you to know what made me soooo hard just now, besides just being naked with you," he whispered, massaging the senator's neck and back with his warm hands. His bare backside found Damien's hard cock and he pressed downward, letting the shaft settle along his cleft and giving an experimental little wiggle, chuckling as he drew a gasp from Damien.

"I was thinking about you fucking me... like really fucking me. Up the bum. And... we were doing it right in front of your wife. It turns me on to think about making her see us. Looking at her face, and how pissed off she'd be, seeing how much you love fucking me. Hrrrnnghhh...."

Tommy dropped his head onto Damien's shoulder, shivering all over and thrusting his hips, squeezing his dripping hard-on against Damien's firm stomach.

 

[ericrodman101]

Tommy's enthusiasm gave Damien pause to lie back and think things through. He was trying to remember back over the last 24 hours to see if he'd detected any reluctance in Tommy. Inexperience maybe, but reluctance, no. Tommy really was a twink fucker's find of a lifetime. Tommy put his head on Damien's shoulder and the older man kissed the black hair which flopped onto his face.

And then the bombshell. Fucking in front of Susanna. How many times had Damien imagined doing that? But never thinking it would actually happen for so many reasons. Yet here was a young guy he'd only just met urging him on. Jesus fucking christ! Damien had planned on week's of preparation and grooming and practice before Tommy was his fully fledged fucktoy. And now this.

Did it mean going a bit slower? Making sure he could trust Tommy and making sure Tommy didn't somehow implode? The 18 year old was obviously overcome with lust, but that was the way of first love, especially first love combined with unrestrained fucking. Damien's freshman year came back to mind again....

Yet it hadn't been unrestrained fucking. Tommy was still an ass virgin. Damien had been thinking about when they'd cross that frontier, imagining it might be days or weeks away. But now that they had the whole afternoon together....

That's right, Damien thought. Go a bit slower. Initiate Tommy, don't just wreck him. Teach him some etiquette, some skill, as well as fuck him. It might be fun, he thought, to take little Tommy in hand, not just as fucktoy, but as protege. Like educating a courtesan, preparing an acolyte for a life of service.

Service! Damien laughed inwardly, a deep, filthy laugh. And he'd offered him a job. Service Officer. Perfect.

He pulled Tommy round to face him, the 18 year old's stiff cock digging into his stomach. He really just wanted to suck Tommy off, the little guy was so ready. But there would be time for that. Plenty of time.

Damien kissed him, then disengaged. Tommy looked back, agog with anticipation.

"Tommy," Damien said in his best older guy voice. "I think the time has come for me to teach you a few things. Not just to fuck, but about being a good fucker, the sort of twink who will make any guy happy. Who will make me even happier than I am now. I am going to fuck your ass today, I promise. But first, I am going to get you ready. What do you say?"

 

[tamgreen]

Tommy stared back at him raptly, his heart seeming to swell at Damien's words and carefully authoritative tone. He couldn't explain his complete trust in this man, but he knew he belonged to him now, and would follow him as long as he was allowed.

"Teach me!" he invited, taking Damien's hand and squeezing it between both of his while they locked gazes, as if making some sort of proposal.

"I'm ready! I mean... I don't know exactly how ready I am considering yesterday, but I want to be ready and I'm totally up for trying my absolute hardest, and I hope that counts for something. God, I want to make you so happy, Damien - even if it hurts, I'll still do my best, I promise. If this is going to be what I'm good at, I'll do it with all my heart."

He leaned over Damien's hand and kissed it, then turned it over to kiss his palm and his wrist.

"I can't wait to have your cock in me. I want to feel it so bad. And I want to see what your face looks like when you're up my ass. And fuck, I wish we could have a movie of it when we do it because I want to see how it looks."

His eyes flicked up to meet Damien's, and he cocked his head curiously remembering something he'd said a moment ago.

"But why do you say 'make any guy happy'? You know it's only you I love, right? And it's you I want to make happy."

 

[ericrodman101]

Tommy never failed to surprise. Now he wanted to film them fucking. Damien hardened at the mere thought. The day fucking Tommy had kept him from his usual porn habit, a daily, sometimes hourly diet of twink porn. And then there were his own photos of the visit to St Martin...and the other films and pics he'd taken over the years.

And yet he heard the hesitation in Tommy's voice. 'Make any guy happy?' Did Tommy possibly imagine Damien was exclusive? Jesus, this poor little guy was naive. And why not? He was 18, for fuck's sake. And less than 24 hours from being a virgin. Surely he'd fantasised about multiple sex partners. About group fucking. Christ, he had so much to teach Tommy.

"Hey, big man," Damien said, placing a finger on Tommy's mouth. It was a finger he'd been using to stroke Tommy's cock and it was invitingly sticky. Even as Damien tried to calm his young friend, he was pleased how Tommy responded to a sticky finger on his lips and licked instinctively.

"Let's take one step at a time." He smiled as Tommy sucked the sticky finger deep into his mouth. "Baby steps, big man, yeah?"

He fed another finger into Tommy's mouth, then a third, until the 18 year old was fully engaged. Damien pulled his fingers back tightly, bending Tommy's head back until their eyes met upside down.

"Baby steps, like taking a shower. We've been fucking all day. It's time I gave you a wash. And showed you how to clean yourself before I fuck your ass. What do you say?"

He watched Tommy try to nod with the fingers bending his head back. Tommy never looked more fuckable than when he was bent and twisted, his slight body moulding to whatever shape Damien wanted. Multiple images of fucking Tommy in a variety of positions and locations flashed through his head. 'Baby steps', Damien reminded himself. 'Don't get ahead of yourself. Not if you want to stay out of trouble for as long as you can'. He remembered the little guy on the beach in Santo Domingo, the twink he and his law office friend had hired for a week. Jesus, what a week. And Osvaldo had only been hospitalised for a day or two. They'd paid the account in full, hadn't they? And their friend in the embassy had kept everything quiet. Jesus....baby steps.

Damien pushed Tommy off the bed and stood, nodding in the direction of the bathroom.

 

[tamgreen]

Damien's fingers in his mouth acted on Tommy as effectively as a pacifier. He gazed up at the senator, his eyes half-lidded, looking almost drugged. He might as well have been - he was totally high, totally hooked on Damien Hale.

Baby steps.

Of course, that was the answer. Never mind that he had no idea what that would involve, practically. Damien had said so, therefore that was how it would be. The best and only way. They'd take baby steps together. Baby steps for little Tommy on his first day of sex.

He nonetheless scampered coltishly to the bathroom, eager to learn, to touch, to kiss and to fuck. He looked back over his shoulder, grinning, to make sure Damien was following.

"Are you looking at my ass?" he teased, giving his butt a wiggle. "Do you like it? Are you thinking about what you want to do with it?"

He grabbed Damien's hand and pulled him into the shower, pushing up onto his toes to steal a kiss, his tongue pressing past the senator's lips to taste the inside of his mouth.

Once the kiss broke, he giggled and turned around, leaning against the shower wall and sticking his butt out to present to Damien.

"Show me how to get ready!"

 

[ericrodman101]

"Wash first, big man," Damien said, "and then..."

He pointed at the shower shelf. There was a clear plastic syringe lying flat next to the soap.

"Used one of those before? No, of course not." Damien laughed, turned on the taps and held Tommy under the cold water until it warmed. The 18 year old kicked and struggled, more of an act than anything else, Damien thought. He responded by tickling and groping his young lover, and then as the water ran warm, took the soap and lathered Tommy up.

Damien loved how Tommy just relaxed into whatever they were doing, or more particularly, whatever Damien was doing to Tommy. He was the experienced guy here and Tommy the novice. It was a dream cum true, a hot young guy asking to be taught everything about man fucking. Damien ran the soap across Tommy's skin, round and over every inch of his firm, young body, between his legs, feeling for his anus, then along his cock which hardened invitingly under his touch.

"You like that, little Tommy," Damien said between kisses, on Tommy's mouth, on his nipples, bending down to steal a kiss of the fat pink cock which bobbed alluringly, the older man turning the younger this way and that under the streaming shower. "You like that, you sexy young fuck?"

 

[tamgreen]

Tommy was practically purring as the water warmed and Damien's soap-slick hands glided all over his smooth young body, teasing all of his tenderest parts and finding sensitive new erogenous zones he never knew existed. His asshole twitched whenever Damien's fingers teased at it, both excited and afraid at the prospect of penetration.

His eyes flicked over the unfamiliar instrument sitting next to the soap and he gave Damien a nervous look, not exactly sure what was in store for him. Anytime Tommy felt trepidation, however, the older man was easily able to soothe him, whether with a touch, a kiss, or a word or two.

"Oh - ohh!" Tommy gasped in response to the all-over kisses. He hadn't even known his nipples did anything special, but when Damien's lips were on them, they felt electric, and he could have almost cum by the time those magic lips had reached his throbbing cock for a teasing little kiss.

Little Tommy, Damien called him. Sexy young fuck.

His cock twitched in response. Why did these word turn him on so much? Being Damien's Big Man was hot, but somehow being Little Tommy was even hotter. He shivered and bit down on his plump bottom lip, wriggling his hips excitedly.

"God, yes, sir," he gushed. "I like it a lot. I'm learning so much, and I'm sooooo turned on."

He leaned down to lick one of Damien's nipples. "Do you like this, my big man?" He latched on and started suckling.

 

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Tommy's sucking on his nipple made Damien pause. There was no hurry. They had all day, so a half hour or longer in the shower was nothing. Except that they were both hard and as much as Damien could just stick his cock in Tommy's mouth and deep throat him again, what he really wanted was to stick it up a fresh, virginal 18 year old ass.

Fuck how he wanted that. Fuck! As Tommy sucked on his chest, Damien leaned over and worked a finger into the young guy's ass, holding Tommy against him in case he flinched or backed off. But Tommy didn't back off, just sucked all the harder.

Two fingers. Get Tommy nice and stretched.

"Hey little Tommy," Damien said, bending down to his lover's ear and whispering just loud enough to be heard over the water, "I'm gonna get you loose, then we'll get you and me nice and clean, and then....."

He inserted a third finger. Tommy flinched. Damien felt teeth on his nipple. Just a nip, enough to know Tommy was disturbed by being digitally penetrated, was losing control. Jesus, this anal fuck was going to be special.

But then, taking 18 year old ass cherry was always special. Damien never tired of it. Never tired of seeking it out. It made those long hours at work and at home between trips abroad worthwhile. When he made it to the Caribbean as he tried to do twice a year, or the trips to Bangkok, the relief as he let himself go in the gay bars and on the beaches was almost beyond description. How many times had he questioned the legal career, and now politics, when he should have been what? A pimp? A pornographer? A beach bum? A lover of young men, a cherry picker, a violator of virgins?

Tommy was so tight against his chest now that he was struggling a little. But only a little. Damien buried his fingers deep inside the 18 year old's ass, stretching him, pushing him to the limit. Tommy moaned silently into Damien's skin. God how he'd moan once he was impaled on Damien's cock.

"Hey, big man," Damien said, letting Tommy go and watching him catch his breath and try to smile at the same time. "This is for douching your ass."

He showed Tommy the syringe, then filled it from the shower stream.

"Douching," he said in response to Tommy's vacant look. "I stick it up your ass and clean you out. Yeah? So time to bend over for me, little Tommy, like the good little ass slut you know you can be."

 

[tamgreen]

Tommy tensed up at the invasion of the fingers in his ass. He felt a lot more ready than he was yesterday, but it was still so intense, it took his breath away. Three fingers felt like they might as well have been a whole arm, and he could barely move as Damien penetrated him. His whole body was concentrated on his ass and his mouth. Nothing of him existed except the tight ass muscles squeezing the senator's fingers and the soft lips suckling at his nipple.

He inhaled deeply and seemed to struggle to find both his breath and his legs again once Damien had withdrawn. He shot a skeptical look at the thing that looked like a big creepy medical instrument, but Damien was being very soothing and very patient. He nodded slowly in response, wide-eyed, like a child having no idea what an adult was talking about but knowing the right thing was to say yes, sir and go along.

Tommy gulped and presented his bottom obediently, trying his very hardest to be good little Tommy, the good little ass slut, the senator's perfect eighteen-year-old fantasy.

"Is it going to hurt?" he blurted out before Damien could even approach him.

"Will you talk me through it? Do I need to do anything special?"

 

[ericrodman101]

"Oh baby," Damien said, seeing the concern in Tommy's eyes. "The douche won't hurt. I just fill it, stick in and clean you out. Come on, bend over for me. Bend over, touch your toes and spread your legs."

He watched Tommy comply, the beautiful firm young ass pointing up at him, the fresh puckered hole screaming out to be penetrated. With the syringe already filled Damien worked it gently inside Tommy's ass, already stretched from the finger fucking. When the head was neatly inserted Damien pushed the plunger and the syringe discharged the warm water.

"See, that didn't hurt. Maybe you liked it, little Tommy," Damien said. "Maybe you like it when the nasty senator sticks big fat things up your tight little virgin ass."

Tommy seemed fine with the filthy talk. And it got Damien off every time. He recalled one of the guys in Santo Domingo they'd hired whose only English had been obscenities. Slut, whore, cunt, cock, fuck. The Latino teen had simply used them all like punctuation marks in a week of fucking Damien and his friend from the law firm. He wondered where the two guys were now.

"Now you can stand and force the goo out of your ass," Damien said.

 

[tamgreen]

Tommy breathed rapidly as he bent over to let Damien stick the instrument up his butt. He remained apprehensive, although there was a significant thrill in all this. Spreading, bending, and presenting his vulnerable young ass to the senator elated him beyond reckoning, even if he simultaneously suspected he was in way over his head with all of this. He'd known this man for one day, was about to give over his entire life to him, and was quite literally bending over for him.

On the surface it all seemed incredibly idiotic, but wasn't there also something inescapably appealing about the stupidity and recklessness of what he was doing? He'd been sheltered and micromanaged by parents for his entire eighteen years, and now he was throwing that yoke off and rushing into something he knew would horrify them.

Of course, he had no intention of letting them find out, nor was he with Damien just because his parents would disapprove. He was with Damien because he was madly in love, because Damien was a fucking sex god and made him feel desired. And, of course, his growing fondness for being naughty was becoming an addiction. The only thing better than losing his virginity to a sexy senator was doing it while he was supposed to be working. His mom had no idea she'd dropped him off this morning for what was amounting to one long sex binge with a guy old enough to be his dad, and that was just fucking rich.

He let out a brief squeal when he felt the warm liquid fill his rectum.

"Ooohh... that's... new...!"

He hesitated before standing, feeling as if he might explode, but maybe that was the point. He giggled nervously.

"Really? I just... push it all out? Just like that?"

He bit his lip and straightened, squeezing his eyes shut as he released an assful of warm water, followed by another burst of laughter.

 

[ericrodman101]

Damien wanted to be businesslike, wanted to be the teacher to Tommy's student. And he would be. But the way Tommy looked all naive and doleful, and then laughed as the goo squirted from his ass and ran down his legs made Damien feel like a teenager again too. He wanted to devour Tommy, fuck him senseless, and then do it again. He wanted today to go on forever. He wanted to open the window and yell 'fuck Washington! Fuck Susanna! Fuck Paul! Fuck you all!' and then return to sweet little Tommy and fuck him all over again.

"You push it out just like that," Damien said. "Now bend over and let me take a look."

Again, Tommy did as he was told and Damien found himself in the shower with the firm, round 18 year old ass and its tight puckered hole pushed up towards him. There was something so special about the way young guys were so supple. Sure Damien could bend over, but he couldn't tie himself up like a pretzel the way Tommy did.

And he didn't need to inspect Tommy after the douche. He just wanted to eye his prize. And play with it some more, talking dirty to Tommy the whole time.

"So big man," Damien said, "you are nice and clean."

He leaned down and kissed Tommy on the butt, then pulled his anus open with his fingers.

"I'm going to rim you, and tongue you," he said, "to make sure you're ready. And to taste how sweet you are."

God, take it slow, make it last, we've got all day, forever.

 

[tamgreen]

Like a natural born bottom, Tommy popped his ass up and grabbed his ankles - it was just an intuitive place to put his hands. It felt nice. It felt right.

The kiss on his backside made him shiver and grin, and he gasped sharply when he felt Damien's fingers stretch and manipulate his asshole. It was sort of painful, but in a weirdly satisfying way.

"You're gonna... taste me?" he panted, twitching in anticipation. "You want to taste my bum? Stick your tongue up there now that it's all nice and clean? Lick me all over and tongue fuck me, senator - I wanna feel it!"

And then he did feel it - a warm, wet, muscular tongue sliding up his tender cleft, teasing around the edge of his anus.

"Uunngghhh, fuck...," he moaned, gripping his ankles tighter. "Fucking god.... Ohh! That's... that's what you are. The god of fucking."

 

[ericrodman101]

The god of fucking! Even with his tongue as far down Tommy's ass as he could reach, Tommy calling him that caused Damien to harden so quickly he decided not to waste any more time. Sure they had all day, but the little guy's ass wasn't going to be fucked any sooner than now.

"Stay just as you are, big man," Damien said, standing and licking his lips. The 18 year old's butthole winked at him invitingly. Damien reached for the Glide on the shower shelf, squeezed it liberally onto his cock and then into Tommy's ass crack.

"Just lubing you up," he said, "like you've seen on the movies, yeah?" Tommy, bent double, groaned something back indistinctly. "I'm gonna go slow, Tommy, OK? First time and all. It's gonna hurt, more than my fingers, OK? You just yell out if you want me to stop."

Or go harder, Damien thought. Or just shut the fuck-up and let the god of fucking welcome you to heaven. Hard and slick, Damien lined up his cock with Tommy's anus, bent his knees slightly and one hand on the wall for purchase, rubbed his cock head down Tommy's butt crack and round his hole.

"Just gonna slip myself inside you," he said, "just the cock head and let's see how you feel."

Just gonna plunge my fuck tool all the way in and see how hard you yell, maybe, he thought. But he didn't want any comeback or injury or hospitalisation. Not like Santo Domingo. What a fucking nightmare, even with fake ID. He eased his cock head down into Tommy's hole, the sphincter pressing back, resisting, urging him to apply more pressure. Not a peep from Tommy although Damien could sense him holding his breath in anticipation.

"Just a little bit more...."

And pop.

 

[tamgreen]

Oh god. It was happening. Right here and now. Suddenly Tommy's throat was dry and he could barely breathe. Was he ready? Would he ever be? Did it matter?

No, it didn't matter. This was happening and he wanted it and he would accept it without surrender.

Hot and slick, it was pressing against his asshole - the senator's cock. Fuck. It felt terrifyingly huge just pressed against him. How could it possibly fit? His tight little virgin sphincter seemed to refuse the entire concept of taking a cock, but Tommy wouldn't let it refuse - he gritted his teeth and concentrated hard, begging, practically praying for his body to relax, to let it happen. He needed this. They both needed it, now.

Come on, come on!

He exhaled softly, imagining the tension melting from all of his muscles as he did so, and then, suddenly....

OH!

His legs tremored. Oh fuck. Ow. He was being stretched open by something monstrous, and it felt impossible and wrong, and his first instinct was to make it stop, to pull away, to protest the pain and invasion, but he was too stubborn to give in - aside from a little trembling and a few sharp gasps, he remained absolutely still and silent for almost a minute.

A long moan finally escaped him, which descended into a whimper.

"Please stay, just stay!" he babbled shakily, suddenly afraid that Damien might either pull out or push in further, and he couldn't imagine tolerating either right now.

Tears gathered in his eyes as he fought to overcome the pain and find the pleasure he knew was hiding behind it. He just needed to relax somehow.

"You love me, don't you?" he found himself whimpering, embarrassed immediately by how sappy he sounded and how emotional he had become in this intense moment. "Tell me...?"

 

[ericrodman101]

Fuck! No soon as Damien popped his cock inside Tommy's virgin ass and felt the sphincter ease and then close behind the head, Tommy froze. Damien felt the 18 year old shake and moan. It was even hotter than he expected, the thought that Tommy was totally overcome by the experience and the memories of that first wild time Damien took a cock up his ass.

He and his high school mates had played around for years, but never anally penetrated each other. And then, just after he turned 18 and his senior year was fading into summer, his English teacher, Mr Schmidt, invited him over for dinner with his wife and family. Nice Mr Schmidt, everyone's favourite. And after dinner, Mrs Schmidt had taken the children upstairs, and Damien and his teacher retired to the den in the basement. They'd talked late - about life, the universe, everything - until at some point Damien realised Mr Schmidt was asking about masturbation rituals. 'Can you see how hard I am?' the teacher had asked, and Damien, not wanting to be impolite, just nodded along.

Before he knew it, Mr Schmidt had him bent over his desk and was taking him up the ass. It hurt like fuck, but his teacher had talked him through it, lubed him up, been considerate. It was short and painful, but it got Damien over a hurdle. And afterwards, Mr Schmidt had taken Damien upstairs to thank his wife for dinner. They never spoke of it again.

"Just stay," Tommy babbled, bringing Damien back to the present. Damien could see Tommy was troubled with the newness of it all. Pull out, keep going, talk him through it, Jesus!

Then "You love me, don't you?" What the fuck? "Tell me..."

"Tommy," Damien said, leaning forward and placing both hands on Tommy's hips, pulling him onto his cock ever so slightly, "I love you, big man."

I love fucking you, you sexy young fuck, Damien thought. But love? Jesus, 18 year old's are needy, but hey if I gotta say 'I love you' to get my cock all the way in, then so be it.

"So you OK? You're all lubed up, it's gonna hurt for sure, but you're not going to lose your ass virginity any sooner than now. And you know this will make me happy, Tommy. Very happy. Tomorrow you'll look back on today and think 'why the fuck did I take so long to let the senator do that to me?'"

Damien could feel how tense Tommy was. Holding his cock inside the 18 year old's ass and not moving was starting to grate. The last thing Damien wanted was to go soft, right at the moment of conquest. Unless....unless he pulled out and let Tommy suck him back to maximum hardness. Ass to mouth to ass.....fuck!

"Hey, Tommy, if you're not sure or it's really hurting, I've got an idea."