The Senator's Boy (closed for tamgreen)

[ericrodman101]

Damien knew what Tommy was going through. The first time he'd been pissed on, Damien had been shocked too. Shocked and exhilarated. The sheer debauched perversion of it, the fat, juicy cock streaming at him, the salty, wet uncleanness, the limp ending....fuck! And then the shame and the denial and....wanting to do it all over again.

Tommy yelped at first, his mouth open instinctively and then his eyes shutting at the stinging, salty horror. Damien watched him draw back, squirm and grimace, try to withdraw, but somehow enduring it and towards the end, rising to the challenge, opening his mouth and giving himself up.

And when Damien was done and he shook his cock and the last drops onto the boy, it crossed his mind to reach down, or even lie down naked on the shower floor, and cuddle Tommy. Should I? Yes? No? Shit!

The sight of the bulge growing in Tommy's shorts made his mind up. The 18 year old was aroused by being degraded. Was there a violation Tommy wouldn't take? Being pissed on was pretty serious all the same. Damien decided hugging his young friend was the best option. He turned on the taps, stooped down, then let himself onto the shower floor with one hand.

"Hey big man," the senator said. "You passed the test. You know how long it took me to play watersports? Some guys never do it. But you? Man oh man. You know how to make me happy."

Damien leaned in and kissed Tommy, tasting the salt on his lips, pushing his tongue into Tommy's mouth, probing and feeling him, his hands boring down to find the fact cock. Piss was never really to Damien's taste. Not as a receiver. But on the shower floor, even with the water starting to wash it away, it had to be endured to make sure Tommy never doubted how brave he'd been.

"Big man...." was all Damien could say as Tommy kissed him back.

 

[tamgreen]

Breathless, speechless, disoriented, and soaked, Tommy slumped on the shower floor, shaking all over in the wake of the intensity of the experience. The water from the shower started to pour over him, rinsing away the violation, and very suddenly the eighteen-year-old sobbed aloud, like a tot having taken a tumble and wailing out of sheer startlement. He felt as if some outer layer had been stripped from him and he was left raw.

Damien's approval, embrace, and kisses seemed to mean everything then. He clung to the man and pushed his erection against Damien's hand, seemingly just realizing how hard he was, now that the senator was grabbing him there.

If Damien had told him a day ago he might want to piss all over him, Tommy might have fled and never looked back. Now, somehow, it had perfected everything, like the signature at the end of a contract. Though still totally fractured and overwhelmed, something deep in the teen understood now what he was, who he was, what he was for, who he was for. One spontaneous, perverse act of degradation had cemented his complete dedication, fanatical love, and blind trust in Damien Hale.

You know how to make me happy.

These were words Tommy desperately wanted to hear, over and over, perhaps more than "I love you" or "I want you". These words echoed through his consciousness as he gave himself over to Damien's devouring kisses.

"You're the big man," he whispered shakily as the kiss finally broke. "I'm just... yours. Your little Tommy. Totally yours. I'll do anything for you, Damien."

He thrust his throbbing hardness against Damien's hand again, not so much begging for a handjob as emphasizing what effect the senator had on him.

"If you told me you wanted me to go downstairs soaking wet with a hard-on, I'd do it for you," he added in a near growl once his fit of crying had calmed.

 

[ericrodman101]

'Soaking wet with a hard on'. Fuck! If Tommy didn't surprise Damien every time he opened his mouth. The senator didn't quite know which he preferred, Tommy's cute little mouth wrapped round his cock, or talking dirty and issuing another hot challenge.

Damien let Tommy say what he wanted. He was spent. More fucking in one day than he'd had in years. And now, as the 18 year old nearly cried in his arms, Damien tried to comfort him, when all he could feel was Tommy's hard cock grinding into his palm. It seemed a shame to waste such a strong erection, especially when Damien wasn't going to manage another one.

A hand job seemed a barely adequate thank you for being pissed on. So Damien finished the kiss, gave Tommy a wink, and slid down until he could take the teen in his mouth. The older man looked up through the falling water at his young lover, bent against the wall of the shower, sucking slowly until they'd established eye contact.

"Tommy, you have no fucking idea how that felt. I cannot believe how good today has been. You are one hot little fuck."

Damien paused, fixed on Tommy's eyes, giving the boy's neat cock head a long and deliberate kiss. Tommy shuddered like a nervous animal in response.

"So to say thank you, I'm going to give you the best fucking blow job you'll ever have."

 

[tamgreen]

Tommy felt delirious with lust as he cuddled and kissed and humped the senator, the warm shower rinsing away the piss all the while. As Damien moved down his body he shivered with both pleasure and nervousness - after being pissed on, he had no idea what might come next.

The best fucking blow job you'll ever have.

Tommy giggled giddily and gasped as Damien gave his glans another slow kiss.

"Mmm... are you sure?" he purred. "If you give me the the best ever one now, what will I have to look forward to?"

He grinned and thrust his hips, gazing into Damien's eyes lovingly.

"Really, why waste your best on dumb little me?" he whispered, his adoring, infatuated expression contrasting with his maudlin words. "Everything you do to me just makes me fall in love with you more. Even... making me your urinal, apparently."

 

[ericrodman101]

The water still fell on them from the shower and Damien didn't hear much of what Tommy said. Besides the boy's hard cock was in his mouth, and Tommy thrust his hips hard into Damien's face. Damien had promised the best blow job. But what the fuck did that mean? The older man was usually the dominant one, the one who commanded and received attention. Still, he knew what he liked, and blow jobs were like riding a bicycle. You never forgot.

He fell into the task, licking and sucking, the head, the foreskin, the shaft. He just hoped Tommy wouldn't come too soon. He wanted the 18 year old to last, if only to attest to Damien's prowess. In his head, the best blow job became a personal challenge, a target against which his performance would be measured. The best. And on day one. That could be a downer if it was never bested.

But that was over thinking. Damien cursed himself, the way his mind ran away with stupid, tangential thoughts, even with the fresh, rampantly aroused cock of a teenager in his mouth. He knew how their relationship would go. Damien had used enough young men before to know what a fucking shit he was. Maybe Tommy would be different. Maybe...but why? What would be different about this twink? What....

Tommy's precum leaked from his knob. Damien ran it between his tongue and the inside of his mouth, and then squeezed it back out, lubricating the shaft. Tommy had lost eye contact now. He just lay back, his slender body almost disappearing to nothing in the wet hotel uniform. It was like sucking a disembodied appendage emerging from a pile of clothes on the floor. But an appendage which pushed and twisted in his mouth. And produced that delicious discharge.

Yet something about the experience continued to trouble him. The best blow job? He wanted Tommy to last and to cum at the same time. He knew it was a ridiculous contradiction. He wanted to stay like this forever, to be eternally lip-locked around a teen cock. And he wanted the boy to erupt with cum, to flood him, overwhelm him, validate the best blow job ever. Why can't I just enjoy myself, he thought. Why....

And then the boy came. It was copious. The white goo pulsed into Damien's mouth, coating his tongue, sluicing the back of his throat. Damien lost count of the number of times the 18 year old's cock bucked and released. He held the organ tight between his lips, capturing all of its discharge, letting it pool inside him. If he could manage it, he wanted to let Tommy finish and then lean over him, lock their mouths together, and transfer Tommy's seed into the boy as proof that the older man could bring forth such a torrent. See little Tommy, he rehearsed to himself. I did that to you....

 

[tamgreen]

Tommy couldn't believe how much pleasure he was getting from Damien's lips and tongue, couldn't believe how diligent and how enthusiastic the senator was about sucking his cock - he didn't feel like he deserved any of this but he was in heaven. He relaxed back as much as the shower stall would allow and gave himself over to the sensations.

He didn't hold back any noises of ecstasy - he gasped, moaned, growled, groaned, squealed, wailed, and when he finally released his load, he hollered, his small fists pounding the tiles. Even his own noises echoing in the enclosed space was exciting.

Once his last drop of cum had dribbled out onto Damien's tongue, all the strength seemed to drain from him. Tommy collapsed back, a shapeless wet thing on the shower floor, heaving for breath. Before he even knew what was happening, the warmth of the senator's mouth enveloped his. When he felt the aggressive tongue push past his lips, he yielded to it and was rewarded with a mouthful of his own fluids, which was a surprise but not an unpleasant one.

Tommy let the cum mixed with saliva wash over his tongue and pushed it back at Damien's, their tongues battling and embracing in a bath of teenage cum, a glorious, sloppy, erotic mess.

When the kiss finally broke, Tommy gasped to catch his breath and stared up at the senator in wonderment.

"Senator Damien fucking Hale just blew me, and GOD it was epic!" he panted, his pupils wide and dark, reflecting fanatical love, infatuation, and worship.

 

[ericrodman101]

Damien let Tommy lie back while he did all the work. He leaned in and kissed Tommy, slopping the boy's cum across his lips and into the 18 year old's mouth. Damien could feel Tommy flagging even as he went in harder, depriving the teen of air, pushing and sluicing and sliding his tongue around the inside of his cheeks, the goo coating every surface.

If only he could have gone on, but eventually even Damien had to come up for air. As Damien gasped so did Tommy, panting out his amazement at what had just happened.

"Epic," Damien agreed, falling back against the glass, nestling against Tommy's side. "Fucking epic, big man....yeah..."

They lay side by side for a few minutes, resting and breathing hard, regaining their strength and bathing in the afterglow of a day's unrestrained fucking. How many times, Damien thought, have I sat here today with this little guy, utterly spent from fucking him, ready to call it quits and make a time to meet in the morning? How many times, and yet we just get hard again and go for it. But this time...again...Christ!

Damien reached across to his young friend. There was a generous drop of cum under Tommy's nose. Damien placed his fingers there and played with it, moving the cum along Tommy's lip and then from one to the other. The teen responded, puckering and stretching, chasing Damien's fingers with his tongue, licking and sucking, clenching his teeth. Eventually Damien won, pushing a cum-laden finger between Tommy's lips and deep into his mouth. Tommy sucked greedily as Damien slowly removed the digit.

"So," Damien said. "Time to call it a day, big man? We got things to do. You gonna change those clothes and quit? You gonna let me drive you home and meet the folks? You gonna let the senator unload his cock across those pretty white teeth again today or make me wait until tomorrow?"

 

[tamgreen]

Tommy loved how Damien toyed with him, playing with the cum left on his face and dragging his fingers around as if to tease him. There was something heartening about being able to be playful with his lover. He dreaded saying goodbye, even for a short time.

"If you've actually got more for me, you can put it wherever you like," the eighteen-year-old purred. "Do you really have to ask if I'd let you?"

He grinned and rolled over just enough to steal another kiss, and grabbed Damien's lower lip between his to suck and nibble gently. When he let go, he heaved a mournful sigh.

"Unfortunately, my mom's already on her way to pick me up, so you might have to wait until morning to meet my folks," he explained. "Actually, it's probably better that way. I'll have some time to sweet talk them into considering that it might actually be okay for their barely-legal only child to let a strange man suddenly move him to another state. Once they've slept on it, you'll swoop in and charm them!"

He pushed himself up into a sitting position and stretched extravagantly.

"I probably should go quit and turn in these soggy rags," Tommy sighed. "Unless you really do have a load for me - if you're my job now, I'll just have to be okay with letting everything else wait. If the senator needs to cum, I'm at his service."

He offered a cheeky grin along with a lingering, seductive, sidelong look.

 

[ericrodman101]

Damien had lost count of the number of times he'd cum today. He was dog tired and his cock stung like it had been whipped with nettles. Yet little Tommy sat there flirtatiously and offered to be his cum bucket all over again.

He loved how Tommy squirmed inside the wet clothes, while Damien lay there naked. CMNM was one of those special things, but it was usually Damien clothed, and the naked twink being ploughed. The switch was deliciously arousing.

Still, Damien hesitated to look down at his cock. It was stirring, but he feared it might have taken on the appearance of chopped meat after a day of ill treatment, and given how sore he felt. Having it sucked one last time by an 18 year old would be just what the doctor ordered.

"How far away is your mother? Are you meeting her out front or inside?"

Damien stared at Tommy waiting to see if the younger guy understood. The youth stared back, so Damien opened his legs, glancing down at his cock, then back, before lifting it up in his fingers and offering it to the boy.

"I think, big man, one last soothing suck might be in order..."

 

[tamgreen]

Tommy's eyes brightened with hope and desire when Damien asked him how far his mother was. Would they actually have a chance for more today?

"I've got maybe fifteen or twenty minutes," Tommy said breathlessly, pushing himself up from the shower floor. "She'll pull up out front and I guess she'll just have to wait 'til I'm ready to leave!"

With an almost predatory grin, Tommy arched over Damien and hovered over his hardening organ. It looked quite a bit more flushed than it had earlier in the day.

"Poor cock - he's had to work so hard today, and he's still not getting a rest," Tommy crooned, running his fingertips teasingly up and down the shaft and around the corona.

"I'll be sweet to him."

He leaned down and exhaled, bathing Damien's erection in warmth before sticking his tongue out and licking from root to tip, over and over, like a kid enjoying a Popsicle on a hot summer day. Finally he opened wide and took in as much of the senator as he could, not sucking aggressively, but tenderly, with a sleepy, contented expression on his face.

 

[ericrodman101]

Damien lay back and let Tommy pleasure him one last time today. He had no expectation of reaching erection or cumming, just wanting to enjoy the feel of the boy's mouth and tongue on his cock, and to be lulled towards rest.

It pleased him how well Tommy read the situation. Damien remembered how aggressive he'd been those first times sucking cock for older men, how hard he'd thrown himself into the exercise, devouring their cocks and sating himself. But he'd not had a single day with an older man like this day had been. His awakening to fucking and being fucked by older man had been much more...what was the word? Industrial? Utilitarian? They were words which almost made him laugh inwardly, given how different today had been with Tommy. He hoped that the 18 year old would have more favourable memories of losing his virginity than Damien had of losing his.

Damien's cock was responding to the oral activity, but not strongly. It didn't matter. Tommy was sucking and cooing, making eye contact, drawing the cock in and then massaging it, firmly but gently. He was really was a natural, Damien thought, wondering if it still wasn't too late to change everything and just find somewhere the two of them could spend the next day and maybe more.

But they were crazy thoughts. Tommy's mother was closing in, Paul was expecting him in DC tomorrow, Susanna and the girls were not many miles away, his senator's life was about to begin and there seemed no avoiding it. Days like today were to be treasured and savoured and relived. And if they came round again, if life wasn't to be one long hard fucking grind punctuated by rare pleasure, it was all about how much he made of it. Make days like this happen, Damien told himself. Take Tommy with you, do your job, find the time...Jesus, he wasn't making much sense.

Damien opened his eyes and looked up. Tommy's face bobbed between his legs, framed by the long uncombed black hair, the fat red cock sliding in and out of the teen's mouth. Tommy saw Damien looking and smiled, a broad sweet smile which almost released the cock. Damien smiled back.

"Thank you," he said. " But I'm not going to cum. That sad worn out 40 year old piece of junk needs to recover, big man. But tomorrow, hey, you better be ready when daddy has had a good night's sleep."

 

[tamgreen]

Daddy?

Tommy smiled around his cock again, and this time it slipped free. He massaged Damien's thighs and reached up to press his lips to the senator's. He then trailed kisses across Damien's cheek and stopped at his ear.

"I like your 40-year-old junk," he whispered, his lips nearly touching Damien's ear. "And this 18-year-old mouth and ass can't wait to get more of it tomorrow. And the next day. And every day after that. So get some rest, daddy - in the morning, your little boy needs some new clothes and a fuck."

Tommy drew back with a gleeful yet slightly startled expression on his face, as if he couldn't believe this dirty talk had come out of his own mouth. He giggled and hopped nimbly up onto his feet, reaching down to offer a hand to the still naked senator.

"I need to get downstairs and quit this stupid job before someone fiiles a missing persons report. But it's gonna be a long, probably annoying evening for me, and I'm gonna miss you a lot - how about an extra special kiss goodbye to get me through the night?"

Once Damien had stood up to his full height, Tommy leaned against him and wound him arms around the man's neck, gazing up at him expectantly with wide, pleading eyes.

 

[ericrodman101]

"OK, big man, off you go downstairs."

Damien looked into Tommy's eyes, held him tight, kissed him and slapped his ass.

"I'll pick you up in the morning. 9.30. OK? Wear what you like. Pack a bag, overnight things. We'll stop off at my tailor and get you a suit. Readymade if we're lucky, or maybe a made to measure."

Tommy showed no sign of letting go. It meant a proper goodnight kiss, which is what the teen had asked for. Damien did as he was expected, not that he didn't enjoy it, tired and spent as he was. And unlike earlier in the day, Damien only had to press his lips against the 18 year old's for the younger man to do all the work, sucking and tonguing and probing like an experienced faggot.

"Mmmm. Nice, big man. Now I think it's time for us both to clean up and get out of here. I need to spend one night at home with Susanna and the girls just to get a few things straight."

Straight. The word made him smile. Tommy looked a little concerned, but Damien was too tired to explain.

 

[tamgreen]

Tommy's smiling, pink, youthful, happy, supple, cocksucking lips pressed together into a much less happy little line at the mention of Damien spending the night with his wife. In the back of his mind he knew the man would have to do so at some point - Tommy was perfectly aware his older lover had a family that he probably actually cared about and at least had to keep up appearances with. But the eighteen-year-old didn't want to actually have to think about it. He didn't want the image of Damien lying next to Susanna anywhere in his mind unless it was a picture of Damien defiantly making sweet love to little Tommy, right there in his marital bed, while his harpy of a wife slept.

"I'll see you at 9:30 then," he mumbled as they stepped out of the shower enclosure. He checked himself in the mirror, combing back his wet hair and tying it up.

After a very reluctant goodbye, and a promise to text the senator his address, Tommy left the hotel room, his damp uniform clinging to his thin frame. As he rode the elevator down, his nervousness grew. As much as he wanted to tell the entire staff and his soon-to-be-former-bosses to go fuck themselves, he didn't feel like that sort of person. Of course, he wouldn't have pegged himself as the sort of person to have an affair with a married guy, but here he was turning his life around to make himself sexually available 24/7 for the man. It was so much easier to be confident when he had Damien's arms, or lips, wrapped around him.

Tommy hurried into the staff change room, hoping to keep under the radar, but several of his co-workers noticed him immediately and zeroed in.

"Where the hell have you been?" one of them shouted. "We were short-handed all afternoon!"

"I was doing my job," Tommy muttered, fumbling to open his locker to get at his street clothes.

"What happened to you?" demanded another, noticing the wet clothes. "Fall in the fucking fountain, spaz?"

"Something like that," Tommy sighed as the others laughed.

"Allard's ready to tear you a new asshole, yunno! You are so fucked."

Tommy smirked, some of his nervousness calming. He stripped off his wet shirt and turned to face the small group that had clustered around him, giving them a smug look. "Yeah, I am fucked, aren't I? But I think I'll just stick with the asshole I have - it's pretty awesome. Anyway, that disgusting French creep can't afford me. I bet none of you can either, but if you want to keep watching me undress, I do take tips."

He enjoyed a good laugh at the uncomfortable reactions of the other boys and, as they backed away from him, he turned to finish changing out of his uniform and into his regular clothes.

Tommy kept a smile on his face as he strode toward the manager's office, his sodden country club uniform clutched in his fist like a dead thing. He knocked twice quickly and then just went in.

The portly, balding man behind the desk sat up and looked annoyed at the intrusion.

"Well, look what the cat dragged in!" he snarled. "Monsieur Allard has a bone to pick with you, Thomas, and so do I."

"Never mind - I quit anyway," Tommy said bluntly, slapping the wet uniform down in a sloppy pile on the boss's desk, following with his key card. "I'm done. Do I need to sign anything or whatever?"

The old man clenched his jaw and looked at the wet uniform with disgust. "I get the sense this isn't your two weeks' notice. Are you sure you want to make a boneheaded move like this? This is your first job, isn't it, Thomas? Surely you can understand you might be shooting yourself in the foot by acting this way. How do you expect to have any success in your future if you burn all your bridges and end up with no one who can give you a good reference?"

"I don't think I'll have any issues," Tommy chuckled, shouldering his backpack. "I'm in a rush because I've already got a great career all lined up, and I need to be off to DC in the morning with my new boss. So, no, I don't have to suck up to an asshole like you or any of the other assholes here. You can all go collectively fuck yourselves. Put my last paycheck and whatever other paperwork in the mail."

Leaving his former boss speechless, Tommy happily walked out and headed outside to find his mom's car, not looking back.

"Sorry I took so long," Tommy said as he tossed his backpack in the backseat and strapped in. "Had a little meeting with my boss after my shift."

"Oh? What kind of meeting? Did you get a raise, honey? I can't remember when you've looked so cheerful!"

Tommy smiled privately and shut his eyes, feeling very satisfied with himself. "Much better than a raise. But I'll give details later tonight - you and dad both need to hear the news."

.................

That evening, at the dinner table, Tommy sat up straight, hoping he looked very much like an adult who could make his own decisions about his own life, and started to break the news to his parents.

"So... I quit today," he announced, momentarily enjoying the shocked and worried looks on his parents' faces. "Don't panic, okay? I quit because I got a way better job. And... I'm going to DC."

The table was very quiet for a minute or two. Tommy smiled and kept on eating as his parents exchanged confused looks.

"What job, and why DC?" his dad finally asked.

"I'll be working for a senator," he said proudly. "And... yunno... Washington's where the Senate is."

"You're... interested in politics?" Tommy's mother asked, sounding polite but skeptical.

"I guess there's a lot you don't know about me," Tommy said, enjoying being a little cryptic.

"Hold on," dad said, sounding irked as he set his fork down and glared intensely across the table. "What sort of 'job' is this?"

Tommy gave him an innocent look. "Just... general stuff. For the senator. Whatever he needs."

"Like, a personal assistant sort of thing?" mom wondered. "How did you come by this? We didn't know you were applying for anything else."

"I wasn't. It was offered to me. And I'm taking it. Why wouldn't I? Isn't it a great opportunity?"

Dad looked increasingly piqued and crossed his arms. "Tommy, you have no life experience. Do you think you know how to tell a genuine opportunity from some kind of scam? Are you actually telling us you did such a great job of serving drinks and carrying golf clubs that some guy told you you must have what it takes to work for a senator, and hired you on the spot?"

Tommy stopped eating, offering his father a humourless smile. "Something like that. Except a lot less condescending."

Dad sat back in his chair, his nostrils flaring. "Who?" he demanded. "Who was this guy who randomly offered you this alleged job?"

"Senator Damien Hale," Tommy said proudly. "I told you I've been working hard at my customer service skills, dad. And now I'm getting recognized for it."

"Hale?" his mother repeated, leaning in with interest. "That... young guy? The junior senator?"

Tommy nodded. "He's a member at the club."

Dad furrowed his brow and whipped out his phone, typing for a few moments. He pulled up a recent photo from a news story of Damien and turned his phone around to show Tommy, looking almost triumphant, as if about to prove his idiot son had been tricked. "THAT Senator Hale?"

Tommy smiled at the photo, his heart skipping a beat. "Yes," he said placidly. "THAT Senator Hale. There's only one, dad. Like I said - he offered me a job. Despite what you seem to think, I'm not some fucking moron kid who goes around taking candy from strangers."

"Tommy, watch your mouth!" mom exclaimed, having never heard him swear before. "What's gotten into you? You don't talk to your father, or anyone, that way!"

Now it was Tommy's turn to set his fork down and get annoyed. "I just did. Sorry, mom - he wanted me to be an adult, so I'm being one. That means I use what language I choose, and have what career I want. You really think it's okay for him to talk to me like he does, treating me like a dumb kid, and I don't have the right to defend myself?"

Mom wrung her hands, ever the aspiring peacemaker and voice of reason. "Granted, your father could stand to be a little more tactful, but he's just looking out for you, sweetheart. Maybe you feel like you're all grown up now, but there's so much you don't know. Good judgement takes time and experience to develop. We want to offer you the benefit of our experience, to help you along. Just because your dad wants you to be a grown-up doesn't mean we're expecting you to suddenly do everything on your own and be completely independent."

"We certainly don't expect you to be foul-mouthed!" dad cut in. "That's not very 'grown-up' of you. In fact, it's pretty adolescent. If you think you can go work for a senator and talk like that, you've got another thing coming, kiddo."

Tommy resisted the urge to laugh. "I think I'll be okay. You have to trust me at some point."

His mother's expression faltered. She reached out to take his hand and sandwich it between hers. "Tommy... you're my only baby. And you're only eighteen. That's so young. You don't need to leave the nest yet. It's too soon for you - it's too soon for us."

"How do you think you're even going to handle Washington?" dad demanded, his gruffness a stark contrast to his wife's mournfulness and wheedling. "You couldn't even handle a week of summer camp - you freaked out and had to be picked up early! Now you want to go to a strange state, with strangers, and dive into a job in an industry you know nothing about?"

"Dad, jeez!" Tommy groaned, pulling his hand gingerly away from his mother's grip. "Summer camp was like, ten years ago! And if I do have a hard time being away from home, why are you acting like it's some kind of character flaw when I was made to stay at home my whole life and taught to be afraid of everyone? Isn't it about time I experience the world for myself?"

His parents exchanged looks, and Tommy was satisfied to know he'd brought up an issue they often disagreed on.

"Anyway, you'll have to get used to the idea quick - he's coming at 9:30 tomorrow morning to pick me up. Maybe you'll feel better about all of this once you meet him."

Both of his parents gaped at him.

"The senator...?" mom gasped. "He's coming here?"

"Tomorrow!" dad exclaimed. "Tomorrow morning, just like that?"

"Just like that," Tommy confirmed.

He used the ensuing stunned silence to make his escape, disappearing upstairs after taking care of his dinner dishes. He took careful stock of everything in his room and felt attached to very little of it. As Damien had instructed, he packed a small bag with a change of clothes, and added his toothbrush and very little else other than his laptop. Finally, he texted Damien the address and flopped back on his bed.

To his dismay, Tommy found that some bits and pieces of what his parents had said to him were lingering. Part of him was actually worrying that Damien wouldn't show up in the morning, that he actually had been tricked somehow and really was a stupid child. But he told himself that made no sense - what would a man get out of a 'scam' like that?

He spent most of the remainder of the evening watching his phone, hoping for something from Damien, something encouraging or something affectionate or something sexy, but it was silent. He knew Damien was probably really busy, and he'd have to get used to that being normal.

When Tommy's parents went to bed, they were still arguing, and Tommy laid awake awhile. He tried to think of Damien and shut out the distant sounds of squabbling parents, but he couldn't manage to feel especially sexy even if he put headphones on. His cock was actually exhausted.

Tomorrow, though. Tomorrow with Damien. It was going to be incredible.

 

[ericrodman101]

Damien lay naked on the bed and watched Tommy leave. The 18 year old promised to text the senator his address, but was otherwise sullen and unhappy. Damien wanted to say something to buck him up, but the pattern was clear. Tommy was smitten. Elated when they were fucking or about to fuck or just fucked or talking about fucking. Depressive, so Damien thought, at the mere suggestion of anything else.

The idea that Damien would spend a night at home with his wife seemed to send Tommy into a particularly tight tailspin. Damien was tired and nothing he'd said all day in such situations had cheered Tommy up. It was pretty much cock or nothing.

After Tommy shut the door and the sound of his footfall in the hall had died away, Damien lay still and pondered. Tommy was a hot little fuck, and he'd made the most of the past 24 hours. They both had. But Damien knew what was going on, Tommy, on the other hand, was just a seething reservoir of hormones and cum, both of which he'd sprayed across everything relentlessly.

Damien was still weighing up the way forward when the taxi pulled up outside the family home. Susanna's car was in the drive. Only a couple of upstairs lights were shining in the twilight. He opened the door to the gloomy hallway and called out. No response. And when he walked upstairs and into his and Susanna's bedroom, he could see his wife lying in bed and reading by a single light. She didn't look up.

"Girls not here?" he asked, but was met with silence. "At your mother's." Nothing.

He swung his case onto a chair and unzipped it.

"Playing hard to get? Not worth it, honey, 'cause there's nothing much to get."

He didn't look at her, but heard her shuffle.

"I'm off to Washington in the morning. Early. I've got some stops to make on the way, then orientation after lunch. Do you want me to check in or shall we just leave it?"

Silence.

"Leave it then. You can phone the office. Paul has someone on the phones if you need anything. OK?"

Damien closed the bedroom door behind him and walked down the hall to the spare room. The bed was made up, but the house was warm and when he'd undressed, he lay on the top sheet and fell asleep.

...................

The sun woke him early. Damien stretched for a minute or so, reaching around, orienting himself. The spare room. On his own. The house silent.

He rose, crossed to the family bathroom and splashed water on his face. The bedroom door was shut the way he'd left it. He decided not to bother Susanna and went back to the spare room for his phone. It was no where to be found. And then he remembered he'd taken his jacket off last night and left it over the chair next to his case.

Damien knocked once and opened the bedroom door. The bed was empty. He hadn't heard Susanna leave the room or go downstairs.

And his wardrobe was empty too. The entire contents, every stick of clothing he owned, was strewn about the room. And Damien could tell already, without inspecting it more closely, that it appeared everything had been cut up with scissors.

Swearing under his breath, and progressively louder, he picked up the closest item, a pair of casual trousers. The crotch was cut open and the left leg removed at the knee. A shirt lay nearby, cut straight down the back.

Every item he picked up was the same. Jesus, Susanna must have spent all night cutting up his clothes while he slept. "Fuck! Jesus! Fuck!...."

And when he looked out the window, Susanna's car was gone.

 

[tamgreen]

Tommy slept fitfully and woke early, feeling as if he'd had nightmares but couldn't remember even a wisp of them once he was fully awake. His balls ached after a full day of orgiastic pleasure, but it was a pleasant ache, like after a gruelling but very beneficial workout. He kicked his covers back and found his cock at half mast, almost ready for what he hoped would be ahead of him.

"Hold your horses," he sighed, giving his chubby organ a squeeze before heading to the bathroom for a long, hot shower.

He scrubbed himself more thoroughly than he ever had before, wanting to be extra clean and extra fresh for his new boss. He combed his hair for a long time and looked at himself in the mirror from several angles, particularly from the back. He smirked to himself, wondering if he could do something special to prep himself. He played with his ass for several minutes, but found it a difficult task and was feeling quite sore. He needed lube. He dug through the bathroom drawers, struggling to find something appropriate.

He finally settled on a jar of Vaseline, hoping it would fit the bill. He dug his finger in and worked plenty up his bottom, starting to quite enjoy the penetration once he was greased up. He was hardening again and knew he'd have to wear some binding underwear so as not to have an awkward situation in front of his parents.

Tommy hurried back into his bedroom and picked out something to wear. What to wear on such a day? He recalled Damien saying to wear whatever he wanted, but he did want to look professional if possible, if for no other reason than to assure his parents that this was a legitimate job. He chose a basic pair of trousers and a button-down shirt, pretty much the nicest clothes he had, and headed downstairs with his bag.

His mom had obviously been up for a while already, and was frantically cleaning. She gave him a weary look when he stepped into the kitchen and said nothing. She obviously had not slept well and Tommy thought it likely she'd been crying. He felt a pang of guilt.

"Please don't be mad at me," he said timidly.

"I'm not mad at you," she mumbled, polishing away spots on the faucet that Tommy was sure no one else would ever notice. "You don't know until you're a parent how something like this feels. It's not your fault - you should be able to have the life you want. I understand that. I just... wish I'd at least had some warning. It's hard to come to terms with you going away. And... a senator! In my home, Tommy! I would need a week at least to feel at ease having a senator in my home. I'm so embarrassed!"

"Mom, what's to be embarrassed about?" Tommy wondered. "He knows we're regular people. He's not going to expect some kind of royal welcome. He probably won't even come inside - he's just picking me up, and will maybe say hello."

Mom sighed and tossed her kitchen rag aside. "Well, your father still doesn't seem to think any of this is real."

Tommy shrugged. "Well, that's his problem. Senator Hale is going to be here at 9:30 to pick me up, whether or not dad has any faith in me whatsoever."

Not giving her a chance to respond, he left the kitchen and stood at the front window, staring out at the street, although he still had a fair amount of time left before Damien was supposed to arrive. The insecure part of him was still wondering, what if dad was right?

He pulled his phone out and texted:

I'm ready when you are. Dad thinks I'm full of shit and mom is just falling apart. I need to get out of here. 9:30 right? On your way?

Tommy sighed and divided his attention between the window and his phone. There was no response to his text. Had Damien even seen it? Tommy's heart pounded.

 

[ericrodman101]

When Damien was confident not a single item of his clothing had survived Susanna's rage, he went through the other rooms in the house to see what he could find. Nothing. Not a skerrick. The girls' clothes were there. And Susanna's. The laundry basket was full, but none of the items were his. Then he looked in the attic, in the ragbags and old chests, covering himself in cobwebs and dust, Nothing.

He was returning down the attic stairs when he realised he didn't have his watch or his phone. In a panic now, he returned to the spare room. Again nothing. He searched under the bed, and amongst the bedding, then under every item of furniture in case he'd kicked them away and not noticed.

So it was back to Susanna's room. His suit jacket still hung over the chair, above his open and forlornly ruined case of clothes. Susanna had cut the collar from his jacket, quite neatly. It hung like a black ribbon beside the coat it had once graced. Damien picked up the cut jacket and rummaged through the pockets. His phone was always in the top left and that's where it would have been when he'd walked away from Susanna's silent treatment last night. His hand found the almost comforting hole in the fabric, worn from holding his phone. But no device.

And the other pockets were empty. So of course she'd found the phone and done who the fuck knew what with it?

Damien could feel himself losing his cool. He paced round the house yelling 'fuck!' Without really noticing how, he found himself in the kitchen. The clock said 8.30am. 'Fuck' again. He couldn't believe the time. Despairingly, he opened the back door and stepped into the yard in just his boxer shorts, taking a deep breath, and stepping on something. He looked down. His phone. Susanna had thrown it out the window, but thank Christ, he had his fucking phone.

He picked it up and checked for messages. Tommy, of course. The address and then 'I'm ready when you are....' Damien pressed to reply and the phone went dead. Battery.

He sat on the step and let his head fall into his hands. 9.30am to pick up Tommy. Had Paul booked a car? He couldn't remember. And the appointment with Dallas, his tailor. Maybe Dallas could fit him for a full wardrobe, but what the fuck was he going to wear to pick up Tommy? And make an impression on his parents? Did it matter? Of course it matters, you stupid fuck...

Damien realised he was talking to himself now. And at a volume likely to attract the neighbours. Wash, shave, dress. That's all he had to do. And phone Paul.

He ran back inside. The landline in the kitchen hung limply from the wall, cut neatly in half. Fucking Christ! Damien picked up the disconnected handset, throwing it at full strength across the room, where it shattered against the backsplash.

Shower, shower, shower...he ran upstairs and turned on the water. It soothed him a little, even reminding him of yesterday with Tommy. He began to harden at the recollection, standing and stroking under the steam. But there wasn't time now. Just plenty of it later.

Towelling off, he looked for a toothbrush and toothpaste. Nothing. Nor a comb. But Susanna had forgotten the girls' bathroom and he completed what little preparation he could. But what to wear? Yesterday's boxers would have to do. As for the rest....well, Susanna had kindly left plenty in her own wardrobe.

Damien grabbed handfuls of her clothes off the hangers and threw them across the room. Skirts, blouses, coats. There would be something here for sure, he thought. He'd never fit into her jeans, but stretch pants maybe? He tried a few with laughable results. And her blouses. For a feminist and a political aspirant, her wardrobe was surprisingly girly.

With time ticking away, Damien realised he'd have to make a decision. He stood before the mirror dressed in a plain white blouse, much too tight, over a pair of yoga pants, one of the few things he could pull over his hips. And he teamed it with a long coat, much too heavy for the weather, but he could tie it closed at the waist. Fuck! I'm going to Washington in woman's clothes, he thought.

And then it occurred to him. Yesterday's boxers were dank and soiled, especially after the fuck sessions with Tommy. If he was going to turn up in drag to meet the parents, he might as well go all out. He slipped off the boxers and rifled through Susanna's underwear. The comfortable pants did nothing for him. But the briefs and the thongs? What would Tommy think of him in a thong? For all the worry of the morning, undressing for Tommy in a thong captured his imagination. It would be a laugh. And maybe a turn on.

Tommy was the soft one of the pair. The young, smooth, long-haired twink with the girlish face. Damien had imagined dressing his young lover as a woman more than once during the last twenty four hours. Not that cross dressing was a thing for him. More a diversion. And here he was contemplating cross dressing for Tommy. And his parents. Ahem! How the fuck would he get away with that?

Damien pulled on a black lacy thong. It bit into his ass., but they all looked the same size. It would have to do. And as he took a critical look at his ass in the mirror, a car horn sounded. Damien went to the window. A cab had pulled up in the drive. Paul had made the booking.

So, black thong under white blouse and yoga pants, topped by a long coat it would have to be. Damien dressed hurriedly, looked in the mirror again, found a pair of Susanna's flip flops, slipped the phone in his pocket, and ran downstairs, slamming the front door behind him.

"No luggage, sir?"

Damien gave the cab driver the address and slipped into the back seat. So he looked like a 1980s cop show pimp. It was better than going naked to meet Tommy's parents, but not by much.

 

[tamgreen]

Tommy wrung his hands, feeling near tears as the clock crept past 9:30. What if he didn't come? It would be bad enough to be humiliated by his parents being right about him being a stupid kid who'd gotten hoodwinked, but to come to terms with everything he'd gone through with Damien being ultimately meaningless...?

Then a cab pulled up. Tommy exhaled so forcibly he felt dizzy for a moment. He leaped up and raced to the front door, his bag in hand. Maybe he could just avoid the whole parent confrontation altogether. He imagined diving into the cab before it had even come to a full stop and hollering, "Drive!" like a character in an action film.

But he heard his mother's voice from the kitchen: "Is he here? Ray - he's here! Come down! Did you comb your hair?"

Tommy heard his father's footsteps thundering down the stairs.

"Would you calm down?" dad grumbled. "Yes, I'm all combed and tidy."

Tommy gritted his teeth and opened the door a few inches just as Damien was coming up the walkway. He peeked out and his eyes widened at the sight that greeted him. He glanced up and down and his brow furrowed in confusion. He didn't understand what Damien was wearing. Of course, plenty of famous people were photographed for gossip rags looking like hobos in their spare time. Was this some kind of style he was just too common to understand? Surely Damien knew that it might be important to impress his parents today.

"What...?" he mouthed, but before he could get any further, his mother stepped up behind him and pulled the door open all the way, both of his parents now crowding in behind him.

Both his mother's and father's eyes widened, examining the senator from head to toe and eyeing the too-small flip-flops in particular with intense judgement.

 

[ericrodman101]

As the cab drove to Tommy's, Damien rolled over in his head how he was going to do this. Stay in the car and greet everyone through the window? Open the door for a rolling stop and just grab Tommy and go? Feign illness? Forget the whole thing?

The driver was watching him in the mirror. Recognised him from somewhere. When he worked out he'd had a senator in the back of his cab wearing women's clothes, he'd dine out. And tell who else? Would anyone believe it? Yes, when Tommy's parents confirmed it. Fuck!

The only idea Damien could come up with which seemed vaguely plausible was to own up. Yes, I'm wearing my wife's clothes. We had this terrible misunderstanding and all my stuff went on ahead. We had this terrible fire. We had this terrible row.....no. And fire was no good either. That would have been in the news. My things went on ahead. Anyone could make that mistake. But did they?

The cab pulled into the drive of a modest house in a street Damien was unfamiliar with. Damien had hoped Tommy would be in the drive. But the yard was empty. He was going to have to get out and walk up to the door.

The thong bit into his ass even harder as he climbed out. He could feel the driver's eyes on him as he tried to saunter up the path. And then the door opened a crack, then the whole way, revealing Tommy and two breathtakingly plain wide-eyed adults who couldn't possibly have sired this fuckable teenage adonis. At least Damien had a new task now, tracking down Tommy's real parents.

Damien did his best to flash Tommy a 'shut up and say nothing' glance.

"Morning," he said as jauntily as he could, holding out his hand ready to shake anything thrust back at him. Nothing.

"Oh, the clothing," he said. "It's a charity fund raiser. Come as your wife. Crazy, yes? And look how she dressed me. Susanna is a scream. I'd hoped for something a little more stylish, but you can see how hard she's tried to humiliate me. Still, it's raised loads of cash for the homeless. Damien Hale. Pleased to meet you."

Eventually Tommy's parents did shake his hand, their faces continuing to betray their shock.

"Didn't Tommy tell you? About the charity? Tommy, you promised to let your girlfriend dress you. What's her name again? You said she was beautiful and clever and loved working for charity. She sounds like a great girl. A real catch. Is she here?"

He watched Tommy's mouth open and close, but no sound emanate. What a waste when that sweet mouth could be opening and closing round his cock. So long as the accursed thong didn't cut it off.

"Hey, Tommy we really gotta get going. The charity lunch is in Silver Spring and we really need to be there in plenty of time. Great to meet you folks. I'm sure we'll be seeing a lot of each other now your son has scored this job. I can't tell you how pleased I am to have met such a fine and upstanding young man."

He glanced across their confused faces. Tommy's father grunted something indistinct.

"Sure. Yes. I'll take good care of your boy."

Damien clasped a hand on Tommy's shoulder, dragging him onto the step and then down the path.

"Say goodbye for now, Tommy. See you soon."

Damien waved, guiding Tommy to the cab and pushing him and his bag onto the back seat, then waving again before climbing in and pulling the door shut.

"Silver Spring, driver," he said, fixing his gaze sternly on Tommy who blinked back from the gloom of the rear of the cab. "Wave to your parents."

 

[tamgreen]

Tommy was every bit as dumbfounded as his parents were, but he quickly slapped on a manufactured smile and nodded along when Damien started talking about some sort of charity event. He played along as best he could completely blind and, once Damien was ushering him to the cab, he just laughed, shrugged, and waved at his concerned folks.

"Sorry I... didn't get a chance to tell you some things...!" he exclaimed over his shoulder mid-stride. "The charity, the luncheon, my girlfriend - we're on a schedule - I'll call you, okay?"

He tossed his bag in and let himself be pushed, hastily strapping in. He kept up his goofy smile and waved enthusiastically out the window until they'd reached the end of the block, and then he slumped back in his seat and looked up at Damien, intimidated by his severe expression.

What the fuck...? his mind screamed, but all he actually managed was a vague, exhaled, "Whu...?"

 

[ericrodman101]

Damien was over the moon at how well Tommy played along. Anything could have gone wrong in those brief moments at the door. But it hadn't. He wanted to kiss the little guy, so badly. But not in front of the cab driver.

"Nice work, big man," he said, turning and smiling. "You got me out of a fix. Both of us..."

Every sinew in Damien's body wanted to reach across and touch Tommy, but he would have to be patient.

"I'll sort things out with your parents, don't worry. Susanna destroyed everything. Everything I own. The charity event was the best I could come up with. Not bad, even if I do say so myself. And now we both need new outfits."

 

[tamgreen]

Tommy's expression shifted dramatically from delight at the praise, to horror at the news of what Susanna had wrought. He scrunched the fabric of his trousers in his fists to keep from reaching out to Damien, following the man's lead and knowing they should probably be careful in front of the cab driver.

"Holy shit... holy shit!" he exhaled, slumping over weakly as if carsick. Then he suddenly straightened and faced Damien, his eyes blazing with righteous fury.

"We won't let her get away with it... will we?" he whispered. "Do we have to rush off to Washington right away? Because... we could go fuck up her stuff... couldn't we? Oh my god, just think of it. Think of everything we could leave behind for her to find."

His lips twitched in a puckish smirk.

 

[ericrodman101]

Oh fucking Jesus.... A broad smile spread over Damien's face. Fucking up Susanna. Man oh man. He knew he'd get his revenge one day for what she'd done, but so quickly? And at Tommy's hands...well, hands and another appendage.

"Driver. Take us back to the first pick up, thank you. I've left something behind."

He turned and placed a finger to his lips, just in case Tommy reacted too flamboyantly. Tommy smirked back, nodding with a newfound appreciation of his power and perspicacity, or so Damien hoped.

The taxi stopped in the familiar drive. There was no sign Susanna had returned. Damien thought for a moment about what her plans might be. Did it matter?

"Sorry to make you pay for that, big man, but she's hidden my wallet as well. Still, it looks like we have the house to ourselves," Damien said as the taxi backed into the street and drove away. "The spare key is round the back. Follow me."

 

[tamgreen]

Tommy grinned hard enough to make his cheeks ache as they rounded the house. He was already as hard as a steel rod and every inch of him craved to climb all over Damien the moment they were in private.

How could this be happening? He was quivering with excitement like a small dog.

When Damien let him in the back door, he waited just long enough for the door to shut behind him, and then leaped on him, thrusting his hardness against Damien through the soft, girly yoga pants, and pressing his tongue hungrily past the senator's lips. Once he had to pause to breathe, he let go only to scan the kitchen and dive for a drinking glass, immediately filling it with water.

"Gotta fill the tank," he explained, that impish grin returning to his face.

"I wanna piss on everything I don't cum on - what do you think of that? You'll have to show me all her favourite things. She's going to regret being such a heinous bitch."

 

[ericrodman101]

Damien couldn't help but smile.

"You drink as much as you like," he said. "We got a lotta clothes to destroy. Come upstairs and I'll show you."

He waited until Tommy had drained the first glass, then watched him refill it. And while he drank the second pint, Damien grabbed him and planted a kiss on the side of his face.

"And I need to borrow your phone, big man. Gotta phone my tailor. We both need new threads now."

Tommy handed over his phone and followed Damien upstairs. When they entered the master bedroom, Damien gestured at the mess. His clothing, hacked to pieces, lay everywhere.

"Don't mind my stuff," he said. "Why don't you start emptying the walk-in....(the senator pointed at a door)...and I'll telephone Dallas. Hey, and first, why don't you strip off for me? I want to watch you getting excited naked."

He left Tommy to undress and stepped into the hall, dialling a number.

"Yeah, it's me, Damien....I know, not my phone. Look, I'm stuck at the house. Can you come on over? I need your help to replace my wardrobe....yes, the whole wardrobe. I'll tell you about it when you get here. And a suit for my new friend....yeah, my new twink friend. Sure he's legal. What do you take me for? Some kind of monster?...My cock is red raw from fucking, but this little guy is insatiable. You might have to give me a hand keeping him happy, if you know what I mean...If you're not busy, come over now. See you then."

Damien held the phone by his side and smiled. "Dallas is on his way," he called. "And so am I, big man. I hope you're indecent."