The Senator's Boy (closed for tamgreen)

[tamgreen]

Tommy soaked in the senator's words and let them soothe him. Of course he wanted to make Damien happy, more than anything. Of course he was going to do this and never, ever regret it. But for right now, he was bent double in a shower trying and failing to relax while a cock entered his ass for the first time, and he was slightly panicking about it being too much for him to handle.

"I want this more than anything!" he gushed, clearly holding back sobs. "I want you to fuck me so much. I just wish it didn't hurt so much."

He sniffled and wavered a little, struggling to maintain his position. "What... what's your idea? And... whatever it is... can we do it on the bed instead?"

 

[ericrodman101]

Damien could see Tommy was close to tears. Not for the first time since they'd met, the senator reminded himself to go slow. Slower than he really wanted for sure, but slow enough to make sure they both got what they wanted. When he thought back on the older men who had schooled him in the art of male lovemaking, Damien remembered their consideration and his gratitude. Of course, he also remembered the monsters, but life was too short to dwell on them.

"On the bed. Sure big man," Damien said turning the water off and reaching for a towel. He pulled Tommy upright and rubbed the water off him playfully, making Tommy smile again, if a little ruefully.

"Sorry if that was all too much for you," he said, opening the shower door. Tommy stepped out first, still dripping a little water. Damien watched him with approval as the tight round ass waggled across the tiles and through the door. He stood for a moment to contemplate and think things through. Take the Glide of course. Anything else? Hmmm. Maybe he wouldn't fuck Tommy's ass tonight, but it was worth another try.

"Make yourself comfortable, little Tommy," Damien called. He counted slowly to ten. "Cumming, ready or not."

 

[tamgreen]

Tommy clambered into the bed and immediately hugged one of the pillows, trying to comfort himself through his nervousness. He wasn't just worried about how much sex was going to hurt - he was worried he was doing this all wrong, and Damien would get tired of him quickly, tired of having to be patient. What if he started to doubt Tommy really wanted this or was capable? What if he retracted the job opportunity? What would Tommy have left? Nothing. This was everything. Damien was everything. His pleasure was Tommy's purpose.

As soon as Damien entered the room, Tommy's posture changed immediately from timid and self-protective to a coy little sexy pose that invited full attention to his fresh young ass. He bit his lip and looked over his shoulder at Damien, hoping the senator would see how much he wanted this, how much he needed it. And he did - despite the pain and discomfort, his ass already missed Damien's cock. Now he would have to show he was worthy.

"Come and fuck your boy," he said huskily between ragged breaths, popping his butt out invitingly and licking his lips, obviously pulling out all the stops to do a good job for the senator.

"Show me how to please you best. Even if I cry or scream, I want you to do it, okay? Just fuck me - please, just do it! I need to make you happy."

 

[ericrodman101]

In the shower, with an inch of cock up his ass, Tommy goes all scared, Damien thought to himself. And on the bed, it's all flirty and waving his ass in my face.

"Fuck your boy," Tommy said. "I want you to do it."

I want to do it too, but I don't want you screaming the place down. Damien stood, cock hard and proud, wanting to jump Tommy and wondering how long his erection would last without a tight twink ass wrapped around it to keep it up.

"Are you fucking sure, big man?" he said, climbing onto the bed and lowering his mouth to the 18 year old's ass. "You know I want to fuck you, Tommy, but you aren't really sure, are you?"

He kissed Tommy's soft ass cheeks, first one and then the other, slipping a hand underneath the teen to massage his cock. Of course, Tommy was rock hard, slick with precum. Oh to be 18 again and unrelentingly priapic.

"So you wanna try again? My cock in your ass, just the cock head mind, nothing too hard or painful. Just the head. I'll push in again just until I pop your sphincter, and then we'll hold it there while you decide."

Damien lifted his head and ran his hand along Tommy's butt crack, casually circling his anus and then easing his middle finger in, slowly, but surely, as far as he could push it. He enjoyed Tommy's involuntary flinch as the second knuckle disappeared inside the fleshy portal and then his hand reached its limit.

"Or," Damien mused out loud, his finger circling in a slow, regular rhythm, feeling Tommy's warm rectum, "how about we get back in the mood with a good cocksucking? My head's been in your nice clean fresh asshole. Wanna find out what little Tommy tastes like?"

 

[tamgreen]

Tommy pulled in a long breath through his mouth, shivering slightly, as he felt Damien's lips on his butt cheeks. The warm breath wafting across his sensitive flesh caused his cock to twitch.

Was he sure? Or wasn't he?

"I... I...," he huffed. "I'm sure. And not sure. But mostly sure."

He exhaled at the digital penetration and bunched the sheets in his fists. He gritted his teeth and took the finger bravely, refusing to pull away even though it was a bit painful. It wasn't nearly as painful as the first time, in the trees on the golf course, and later in the room yesterday. It felt good, even if it hurt at the same time. It felt amazing to have a part of Damien inside him. It felt right.

A low moan escaped his throat when Damien began circling his finger around to explore his insides. It was so intense he almost couldn't handle it, like Damien's finger was on fire and lighting him up. The intensity was both terrible and beautiful.

Wanna find out what little Tommy tastes like?

"Mmmm yes," Tommy groaned, loving the depravity, remembering when Damien had shoved fingers into his mouth that had been up his butt, and how horrified he'd been at first, and then totally into it.

"Let me suck it. Let me suck the cock that's just been up my ass."

He was halfway to cumming just saying that. Soon Damien's cock head was at his lips and he opened wide for it, sucking and slurping away.

 

[ericrodman101]

Much as Damien had been feeling impatient at postponing fucking Tommy's ass, once the 18 year old had enclosed Damien's cock with his lips and tongue, the senator relented.

"Can you taste your ass?" he asked, not expecting a reply given how completely Tommy threw himself into cock sucking. The boy nodded and made some alluring 'mmmm' sounds, all the while gazing up at Damien with those big sad brown eyes, like some sultry teen magazine underwear model, albeit with his mouth stuffed with 40-something cock.

"If you want to taste it again, big man, I've gotta put it back in your ass. That's just how it works. OK?"

He laughed and Tommy joined in, opening his mouth and releasing Damien's cock. "So maybe you want me to do it again, then," he said, tickling the younger man and rolling him round the bed. "Maybe you're ready to roll over, open your legs, stick your ass in the air and take my cock again. Or maybe you want it on your back, so you can make eyes at me while I fuck you. Which is it to be? Hmmmm?"

Tommy was on his back now, and Damien contemplated lifting his legs under the knees and exposing the teen's asshole. He could watch Tommy's whole reaction to the violation this way, gauging the pace and the depths of his thrusting by what was happening on Tommy's face. But there was something about the youth's innocence, the way he looked back hopefully and pensively that caused Damien to roll him back again, onto his stomach.

Now, Damien thought. Just take him now. You want to. You're ready. You've waited all day. And little Tommy ain't gonna learn any sooner.

And as if to confirm his readiness, a motor mower started somewhere close.

Damien grabbed Tommy's inner thighs, forcing them apart. He felt the boy's sharp intake of breath, and then a second intake as he fingered the puckered pink hole. Tommy was still sick from the previous aborted penetration, and even after the sucking, Damien's cock was hard and slick too.

The older man stepped off the bed, pulling Tommy back until Damien's cock pointed at his goal like an arrow at a target. Point blank. Without ceremony, Damien pushed himself into Tommy, the loosened sphincter opening neatly, popping, and then closing around his cock head.

"Brace yourself, big man," he said, thrusting forward until his cock was halfway inside the young guy. Tommy squirmed and squealed, a little too loudly for Damien's liking. But with the cover of the motor mower Damien relaxed momentarily, then pushed in further. Tommy's squeal was even louder.

"Come on, little Tommy," Damien said, leaning down to where he could reach his hand round to cover Tommy's mouth. "Squeal into that."

 

[tamgreen]

Tommy had been hoping for a face-to-face fuck, longing to gaze into the handsome, chiseled face he'd seen in the news and remember every moment that the sexy senator had chosen him.

But then Damien changed things up. The eighteen-year-old found himself flipped over and pulled to the edge of the bed.

"Aaooohh!" he howled as Damien's big, hard cock invaded him. His clawed fingers scrabbled at the smooth sheets in a panic.

It was sudden, unrelenting, excruciating, but Tommy was determined to power through this, determined not to surrender. In his mind, they were sealing a deal, and Tommy needed the deal Damien was offering. He needed it more than he needed air to breathe. He would please Damien as much as his body could handle and seal the hell out of this deal.

His determination didn't stop the pain or his screams, which were quickly muffled. Hot tears streamed down his cheeks and over Damien's hand.

Tommy was overwhelmed. His body screamed NO and YES in unison. He wanted this so badly, but damn, was it hard to take. He reminded himself who he belonged to now and stubbornly pushed his ass back, showing Damien he was still into it even while gagged.

The longer it went on, the more he was able to make his peace with the pain. It didn't stop hurting, but eventually Tommy could find the pleasure beneath. It was a surreal, almost transcendental moment in time - he felt he was being torn apart by a monstrous tool, yet he felt he was exactly where he needed and wanted to be. Making eyes at his man while they made love was one thing, but there was something undeniably sublime about being the thing the senator used for fucking. He was okay with this. Maybe even loved it. If he could be the senator's favorite fuck-thing, he thought he might just be perfectly happy.

The tears continued to stream, and Tommy continued to hug Damien's cock with his tight young ass as his fists twisted the hotel sheets.

 

[ericrodman101]

Damien guessed where Tommy was at. Whose first anal fuck wasn't a mix of the full range of emotions and experiences? At the most basic level Damien knew Tommy was hurting. That was a given. First time full anal penetration was one of those things which had to be endured and overcome. Tommy was clawing at the bed sheets, opening and closing his hands, howling into Damien's hand. Writhing and pushing back and adjusting under the assault as anyone would.

Damien held his hand tighter over Tommy's mouth as he pushed his cock in even harder, holding the 18 year old's body under his own, entwining his legs with the boy's, twisting them apart, feeling the asshole round his cock, and Tommy's inner passage, resisting and giving, sweat mingling, mouth on skin, nipping, catching breath, struggling, going in again.

Damien couldn't see, but he knew Tommy was crying, that special blend of pain and joy and relief. He'd cried when Mr Schmidt had fucked him all those years ago in the basement. In just the same way, letting out his fears and his pleasure at being taken across the hurdle between trepidation and longing, desire and fulfilment.

Tommy bit his hand, not hard but enough to leave a mark, Damien was sure. Well go ahead and bite, little Tommy, he thought, pushing his fingers into Tommy's mouth, giving him permission.

"Bite me, Tommy," Damien said, his mouth near the young guy's ear. "You cute little fuck...."

 

[tamgreen]

Cute little fuck... cute little fuck...

Those words cycled through Tommy's head over and over, lifting the pain towards ecstasy. Cute little fuck was something he could imagine having tattooed across his ass, just for Damien. This was who he wanted to be.

Beneath him, his cock, which had gone totally soft in the agony of the aggressive penetration, began to grow.

Tommy moaned, squealed, growled, and whimpered. The tears flowed. His pleasure grew. The assault had become an almost spiritual experience, his own personal nirvana. He was a vessel achieving its perfect purpose.

Damien entered him behind and in front - he took the senator's fingers into his mouth with little conscious thought and obeyed instructions. He bit down firmly and then eased up, nibbling more playfully and starting to suck at the fingers, sliding his tongue around. He imagined it was a second cock and sucked even more thirstily. His fists grasping at the sheets were less panicked now and more like the kneading of a pleased cat.

 

[ericrodman101]

Damien felt Tommy responding to the fingers in his mouth. The older man was close to cumming. Taking an ass cherry like this was always going to be quick and nasty. Later they'd fuck more slowly, make more of a lesson out of it. But for now, Damien would take Tommy across the line and that would be the end of it.

And they fitted so well together. No matter how Tommy squirmed and resisted, Damien was always able to stay inserted, never dropping out, not losing a grip on Tommy's mouth or purchase on his ass. The beast with two backs, they called it. Except Damien and Tommy were front to back, the older man on top bending round, cocooning the younger man underneath. Locked together, dancing almost. Thinking about it just drive Damien to the brink.

He wanted to verbalise, keep talking dirty to Tommy. But he felt beyond speech. When his lips found Tommy's ear and he stopped nibbling to speak, no words came out, Just grunting. Urghh! Fuuuuu...! Even if he wanted more, wanted to edge away, to readjust, find a new position, nothing else was possible now but to cum. Damien felt his cock twitch and spasm, the warm letdown speeding towards release.

 

[tamgreen]

Despite the intense pain of the raw fucking, Tommy had never felt so perfectly safe. He could feel Damien's whole body enveloping him and filling him at once, claiming him, every inch. Completely overcome, Tommy wasn't sure he could take much more of this, but at the same time, he didn't want it to end.

The increasingly incoherent noises Damien made in his ear elated him, knowing his body was giving the senator this much pleasure. He could both hear and feel that Damien was carried away with lust and very much on the brink, and he was thrilled to experience the senator's orgasm, to be the thing that got him there. He let out a series of squeals that were mostly muffled by Damien's fingers as the cock inside him surged and pulsed and began to erupt, filling his rectum with heat.

An intense flood of ecstasy that he couldn't exactly call an orgasm washed over Tommy in the wake of the senator's cum. As Damien collapsed over him, Tommy likewise melted into the bed below and shook with something uncontrollable that was halfway between sobs and giggles. He had no idea what was happening to him, but whatever it was, it was perfection.

 

[ericrodman101]

Damien came, his cock pulsing the creamy load deep inside Tommy's ass. Their first ass fuck was quick for sure, but Damien found it deeply satisfying. Tommy would remember today, and so would he. Little Tommy. Another 18 year old virgin.

Damien's mind was awash with thoughts and memories, images flashing by, frame by frame, young men he'd known, deflowered. What a life! And to think he'd doubted that once he'd become a senator, his deviant ways would have to stop.

Deviant? Fuck, he was tough on himself, Damien thought. But the voters wouldn't like it. Pussy grabbing was one thing. But gay ass fucking? Nah. Paul and the rest of them would have their work cut out keeping Damien's lifestyle secret.

And yet, Damien could rely on his friends. He was sure. His partners in crime. His network. He wasn't going to be the first senator who kept a boy on the staff for his private pleasure and he wouldn't be the last. It would just take vigilance. And plausible deniability.

But hey, all that would come later. He rolled off Tommy, his cock slipping out of the 18 year old's ass and slapping his thigh as he fell onto his back. Tommy was giggling or sobbing or both, rolling about like he'd just had the best time of his life. And maybe he had.

"Tommy," Damien said, lying on his back and reaching out for his young lover. His hand found Tommy's face and Damien stroked a cheek before finding a mouth. He felt his fingers being sucked. "You are a great fuck, Tommy. And whatever else happens in your life, remember the senator who took your ass cherry, yeah?"

His cock deflated quickly, but there was still enough hardness to make for a pleasurable cocksucking if he acted now. Damien rolled up onto his knees, astride Tommy who looked back quizzically.

"One last thing to remember today by," he said, stroking his cock, fresh and slick from Tommy's ass, and pointing it unmistakably at the young man's face.

 

[tamgreen]

Tommy sniffled and pressed his cheek into Damien's hand, grateful for the affection. He sighed shakily as his body calmed and opened his mouth to accept the fingers, sucking on pure instinct. His whole body still trembled, his ass throbbed, and he felt the senator's cum leaking out. Hearing his name from the senator's lips was soothing, though he was immediately worried when Damien spoke of remembering him, no matter what else happens. They were still going to be together, weren't they? As long as possible?

Distracted by his insecurities, he didn't expect Damien to be suddenly straddling him, sticking his wet cock in his face. Once again he acted by pure instinct, opening mouth and accepting the cock. His throat was forced open as Damien pushed in, and he struggled to breathe through the stuffiness his crying had created, but he showed no sign of backing down. He gripped Damien's thighs and held him in place, his eyes, still shedding a tear here and there, reflecting intense desire back at the senator.

The depravity of the act of taking into his mouth what had just been up his ass was glorious and massively arousing. He showed Damien with the enthusiasm of his sucking just how willing he was, how into it he was.

His own cock, which had not quite achieved hardness during the painful taking of his cherry, was boning up quickly now, rampant and eager. Fuck! He needed to cum, needed it badly. He reached out, trying to reaching his hard-on, but with Damien astride him, he couldn't quite reach. His big, wet eyes pleaded with the senator.

 

[ericrodman101]

Damien knew he wasn't going to cum again immediately. And maybe not in this session. Little Tommy, however, was insatiable. The luck of 18 year olds, he thought. As he probed Tommy's mouth with his slick but softening organ, fresh from his young lover's ass, and relished the enthusiastic cleaning he was receiving, he watched Tommy reaching for his own rock hard cock. The little guy was ready to orgasm himself, and Damien had been thoughtlessly selfish throughout.

Without withdrawing his own cock, Damien swung about into a 69 position. Once he was comfortable, Damien eased his cock deep into Tommy's mouth, then leaned across the vulnerably smooth naked body until he could suck the teen cock. Immediately the familiar taste, the satisfying mouth feel of hard, warm, throbbing cock aroused him. The older man sucked and licked vigorously, pulling the cock deep into his mouth, then letting it slide out until he could tease the head, and then repeating.

For all Tommy's laudable concentration on Damien's cock, the senator's attention being paid to the younger cock soon had Tommy bucking and writhing in ecstasy. But for how long, Damien thought. The boy seemed teetering on the brink of orgasm and the question Damien asked himself was 'do I edge him or do I just push him over and enjoy being a twink's cumslut? And will I even have time to think about it....?'

 

[tamgreen]

Tommy moaned into Damien's flesh, sending gentle vibrations through his core. Sixty-nining was another brand new and thrilling experience for him and his excitement was obvious.

Wrapping both arms and legs around the senator, Tommy thrust his hips up and kept up pleasuring Damien's post-orgasmic cock with his mouth. At first he kept up a steady, gentle suckle, but soon he was mirroring the movements of Damien's lips and tongue.

It didn't take long for Tommy to reach the point of no return. He didn't bother holding back - it was all too exquisite. With another long, muffled moan, Tommy jammed his hips against Damien's face and let loose, his whole body writhing beneath the older man's.

He went limp beneath the senator, breathing hard and radiating heat, still holding Damien's half-soft cock between his lips. For once, he was totally spent.

 

[ericrodman101]

Damien relaxed as Tommy's cock discharged into his mouth. He could tell the boy was tired, and there was no way Damien himself was cumming again for a while. Their day of lovemaking had been intense and vigorous. As the young guy pulsed seed down his throat, Damien imagined spending the rest of their time together dozing and spooning.

The senator thrilled at how completely Tommy gave in to his instincts. And how quickly he learned. Just as Damien had used his hips to force his cock into the 18 year old's throat as he came, so the younger guy was reciprocating. Damien felt himself being pushed to his limits, on the verge of gagging and choking yet still willing the violation to be stronger, deeper, more powerful. He sucked as hard as he could, pulling Tommy into him until he sensed nothing but flesh and semen, nothing but teen cock and stars exploding, yearning for oblivion.

And when Tommy was done, his cock empty but still hard, Damien felt his lover relax, withdrawing from his mouth ever so slightly. Damien took a quick breath, sucking sweet air into his lungs around the juicy appendage plugging his mouth, before proceeding to massage Tommy's cock with his tongue, enjoying the slick of cum which coated their skin.

He felt Tommy stirring. I need to kiss him, Damien thought. He needs to know just how wonderful his cum tastes. He slid his mouth back and away from Tommy's cock, the red, greasy organ retreating. Then Damien rolled himself over until he was looking down into Tommy's dreamy eyes. There was nothing to say, only a smile and then planting his lips on the boy's, gently prising them apart with his tongue, licking the inside of Tommy's mouth, and transferring the boy's seed across his teeth, drop by gummy drop, sluicing the goo around until both men were full and sated.

 

[tamgreen]

Tommy could have died happy in that glowing postcoital moment when Damien looked him in the eyes and smiled. But it got so much better. Tommy's mouth yielded happily to the senator and he enjoyed the sexiest kiss yet, the inside of his mouth suddenly filled with his own cum and Damien's tongue, which seemed determined to lick everywhere possible inside him. Tommy naturally sucked at that tongue as if it had been a small cock, relishing the essence of cum mixed with their mingled saliva.

When Damien finally broke the kiss and rolled aside, panting, Tommy rolled with him so that they were face-to-face, their legs tangled together. He gazed at the senator, infatuation, adoration, pride, satisfaction, and pure worship written all over his face, even as his cheeks and eyelashes were still wet from his weeping.

"You fucked me," he whispered between heavy breaths, needing to articulate the words in order to bring the experience from what seemed like a vivid dream into reality. He inhaled deeply through his nose and exhaled with a happy shiver, the heavy scent of man sex in the air acting on him like a drug.

"We did it," he whispered, dark eyes gleaming. "It hurt a lot, but it was okay, Damien - especially at the end. It was incredible. I want you to fuck me all the time. Are you really going to keep me? I'll keep on loving you and I'll do whatever you want."

 

[ericrodman101]

'You fucked me...' And the rest, Damien thought. Jesus, all those twinks over all those years who baulked at giving up their ass cherry, who had to be persuaded and cajoled and coerced. Who had to be taken. And then coddled so they didn't go crying home to mama. Or paid to keep quiet like the kid in Santo Domingo. What is it with latinos, Damien thought. Not enough that the Yankees keep them safe from communism. So we get a little ass fucking in return. It's not much to ask.

He rolled his head and smiled at Tommy. The youth smiled back. 'I want you to fuck me all the time,' Tommy said. All the time...all...the..."

Damien must have dozed off. The sun was much lower on the far wall. Tommy was asleep. What the fuck was the time? This great day, this fucking wonderful twink fucking ass cherry taking cum soaked cock sucking deep throating day was mostly over. And tomorrow....Washington....some building on The Mall where he'd meet his new staff and be inducted.

And there was the job he'd promised Tommy. What had he called it when he spoke with Paul? Service Officer? Yes, that would be fine. Tommy would service the junior senator from Maryland. Service his every need, with a smile. Fucktoy and Cockholster and Senator's Tame Twink Ass would have been good job titles too, but they might also have attracted unwanted attention. Service Officer had a great ring to it. A Service Officer who'd do whatever he wanted.

Tommy stirred. Damien willed his cock to harden, but without some additional physical stimulation, it slept like a baby. Not that Damien was surprised. His faithful reliable cock had had a workout to end all workouts today. And what new delights would tomorrow bring.

Tommy's eyes were open.

"Hey big man," Damien said. "Maybe we gotta get moving. Big day tomorrow. One of us has to checkout and one of us has to resign and tell their momma and poppa they're moving to Washington DC. And I want to call my tailor and line you up for a new suit. You gotta suit? No. I didn't think so. You're gonna love Dallas, my tailor. You are gonna look hot in a new suit. Something close fitting that shows off your tight little ass."

Damien leaned over and pinched the 18 year old's ass. Dallas, the gayest twink loving silver daddy tailor in all the burbs. Tommy had a lot to learn about doing whatever Damien wanted. Time to meet the tailor...

 

[tamgreen]

Tommy was in a dreamy state of pure bliss as he drifted languidly in and out of consciousness that afternoon, finding Senator Damien Hale lounging by his side as he woke fully, both of them gloriously nude. This was what he wanted his life to be.

He stretched his limbs extravagantly, spreading his fingers and toes like a cat.

"I'll wear anything you want, anytime," he promised in a voice that was still creaky from napping, and giggled at the butt pinch.

"Suits are sexy - you certainly prove that all the time," he sighed, rolling closer to Damien and arching over him, gazing into his eyes.

"I loved googling pictures of you yesterday and thinking... I sucked that man's gorgeous cock and he sucked mine. Now whenever I see a picture of you looking all fine and so professional I'll be thinking about how your cock was up my ass. And I'll be so hard and so hungry for you."

He kissed Damien several times and ran his lips down the man's stubbled cheek and down his neck, tasting the salty tang of dried sweat on his skin.

"I guess we should get moving," he sighed after another minute of exploring Damien with his mouth. "I have a lot to explain to my folks. I'm sure they'll freak out."

He sat up and stretched again before trying to tame his out-of-control hair with his fingers.

"What's the plan? Are you going to pick me up tonight or tomorrow, or do I need to meet you somewhere?"

 

[ericrodman101]

"I will meet your parents," Damien mused after thinking. They know who I am, he thought. No need to hide the idea that I have selected their son for a job. So I bumped into him at the club. How else do employers and employees meet? He impressed me. A young man with a flair for service. 'He's a fine young man,' Damien rehearsed in his head. 'You must be proud.'

"I'll come by before 9. Have your bag packed for an overnighter in DC. I'll book a session with my tailor. We can run past his shop, get you measured up, and go on."

He looked down at Tommy who just nodded and blinked with excitement. The young man's hair was a mess, tousled and knotted with the frenzy of fucking, and the sticky remnants of more than one of Damien's orgasms rubbed into his scalp. They could get back in the shower and clean up again. But it was getting late, and there were things to do.

"Why don't you go downstairs and quit, big man," Damien said, running his hand through that long black hair, then down Tommy's cheek to his mouth. Tommy sucked his fingers again and Damien just wanted the day to recommence, get hard, roll over, and fuck that tight little twink ass.

But no. He had a bag to pack as well. And a room at the Marriott which Paul had booked. For two. Susanna? He wondered if her name was actually on the reservation. The idea of the three of them spending the night in DC flashed across his mind. Leave the girls with her parents while Susanna went bar hopping with her girlfriends, then her coming back to the hotel room where he and Tommy would be....well, fucking in front of her. They could put on a show for her. Some wives liked to watch their husbands fuck other guys. Was there any point not doing it openly? Maybe. She might film them for future reference. Not good. Unless she'd already filmed him with some other young guy. If Paul hadn't told Susanna, then he wouldn't either.

And was the Marriott even the right hotel for a senator to fuck? Where did the the other senators go? The big hotels in the city or the cheap ones out on the beltway? It dawned on him he'd need to think this through. He was a senator now. Under so much scrutiny. Being a candidate had been tough enough. But from now on, there wasn't a minute of his life without the possibility of attention. It scared him and thrilled him at the same time. If he was going to get away with it, then finding time and opportunity to fuck Tommy, and whoever else came along, would be all part of the fun.

 

[tamgreen]

"Oh my gawd," Tommy exhaled, flopping back on the bed with a dreamy grin. This was all like a waking dream, and hour by hour, it became more and more real. He was actually going to quit this shitty job, move to Washington, get his first proper suit, and provide fuck-on-demand services for the sexiest senator ever elected.

"I'm so excited to get out of here for good," he giggled, and hopped up to find his clothes so he could fish his phone from his pocket. He woke the screen and laughed at the notifications of several missed calls and angry text messages from supervisors and co-workers.

"Holy cow, everyone's been going nuts trying to find me. Well, fuck 'em."

He set the phone down and leaped playfully back onto the bed, kneeling next to Damien with a grin that soon disappeared and shifted to an apprehensive expression

"Are you sure you want to meet my parents?" he whispered. "It's gonna be sooooo awkward. They might be super suspicious and grill you. I mean, in their minds, I'm still basically in Pampers. My mom would wrap me in bubble wrap if she could. The first time I got the tiniest bit bullied as a kid, she pulled me out of school and homeschooled me from then on. So yeah, you can imagine how psyched I am to get the fuck out of that house, but I don't think they'll let me go easily."

 

[ericrodman101]

"Aw gee, you don't want me to meet your mom and dad," Damien said in a baby voice, leaning over and pinching Tommy's cheek. "Didn't they vote for me or something?"

As he spoke Tommy's face fell. He looked so sad and crestfallen, like the bottom had fallen out of his world. Damien nearly laughed, but that would have made it worse. Still naked, he leaned over and kissed Tommy playfully.

"Come on," he said. "Get dressed. Face the music downstairs. Go home, pack a bag and be ready in the morning. Yeah?"

He nodded at close range into Tommy's face. The boy looked so confused. Damien put a hand on Tommy's head and nodded it in time with his own.

"Yeah? Yeah. See that wasn't so hard. Come on, hop off the bed and find your clothes. I want to watch you dress."

 

[tamgreen]

Tommy frowned and slid to the floor, glancing back over his shoulder with a curious and slightly hurt expression. He hadn't gotten the reassurance he was looking for, and he didn't understand why Damien seemed to be almost making fun of him.

Damien was his boss now, he reminded himself. Why should he coddle him? This whole thing sure was emotionally complicated. And maybe Tommy wasn't supposed to be emotional at all. According to his dad, being eighteen made him a man. In actuality he'd become a fucktoy, and in the process had fallen madly in love. Was it stupid to be in love? Wasn't Damien in love with him too? Damien had dropped the L-word first, after all.

Tommy tried to clear his mind of this inner chaos and found his boxer briefs on the floor. The senator wanted to watch him dress, so he obliged, facing the man as he took his time sliding his underwear on, followed by his white country club shorts, and then his polo shirt.

His fingers went to his hair again. It felt gross - he was pretty sure there was cum in it somehow. He really ought to take a shower, but Damien said to get dressed, so he guessed he wasn't allowed a shower.

"Is it okay if I, um... just rinse my hair a little at the sink before I go?" he asked meekly, averting his eyes from Damien as he texted his mom to pick him up.

 

[ericrodman101]

Damien watched Tommy dress, enjoying the show. His hand drifted to his cock again, stroking it into the beginning of an erection. He wanted Tommy see him stroking and maybe join in, just for a quick hand job on the way out.

But Tommy seemed troubled by his hair. Sure it was knotted with dried cum. Better get used to wearing my mark, Damien thought.

"Is it OK if I rinse my hair?" Tommy asked, texting at the same time.

Lost in the reverie of a good self-stroking, Damien almost agreed. Rinse your hair, sure....rinse...fuck! Tommy was one fucking surprise package. Had he really told Damien he wanted a rinse, wanted him to piss on his head? Just standing there, in his cute little country club uniform, looking at his phone and not at Damien, and he asks for a rinse? Piss play? Fucking God! As if cute little innocent Tommy even knew what a rinse was.

Damien stood, so quickly that Tommy looked almost frightened. "You want to rinse your hair, little Tommy, yeah?"

The Senator bundled Tommy into the bathroom, fully clothed, placing him in the shower cubicle. He hadn't realised how ready he was to piss until the hot little fuck had suggested it.

"Kneel down and open your mouth."

 

[tamgreen]

Tommy almost stumbled as he was ushered brusquely into the bathroom, surprised and uncertain as to what was happening, but it hadn't escaped his notice that the senator was getting hard again. What was happening? Was Damien going to fuck him again, right now? From his sudden urgency, Tommy worried it might be rougher and more painful.

But then he found himself pushed to his knees in the shower, without even a chance to take his clothes back off. Damien was pointing his cock at Tommy's face, and in a situation like this, it was already instinctual for him to open wide.

Expecting to give a quick blowjob, Tommy parted his lips, his eyelids half-lowered.

But Damien's cock wasn't entering his mouth. Instead a flood of heat splashed against his cheeks, his chin, his lips, and even his tongue, entering his mouth, pouring down his chin and soaking his polo shirt.

Tommy's high-pitched yelp of pure shock echoed in the enclosed space. Quickly he spat out the mouthful of saltiness, squeezing his eyes shut. But he just as quickly opened his mouth again, cringing, unwilling to disobey despite his initial horror at the filth of this unexpected debasement.

Seconds ticked by like hours, and god, it just kept coming. Tommy shivered and whimpered. The pure heat of it felt strangely pleasant. He was horrified and overwhelmed and... fucking turned on beyond belief. He had no ability to comprehend what was happening, but some part of him apparently found it massively arousing to be pissed on by the senator, even as he squirmed a little as if to weakly protest the treatment. There was no hiding the growing bulge in his shorts. It was disgusting and wonderful and humiliating and hot, and he curled up there on the floor of the shower like drowned rat, equally on the verge of crying or cumming and unable to decide which.