The Senator's Boy (closed for tamgreen)

[tamgreen]

Tommy was alight with glee at Damien's encouragement with the water. He was worried for a moment that he was going way too far and would piss the senator off with his revenge fantasies and general antipathy toward the wife, but with Damien on board with this he was exponentially more excited.

He'd had some idea what to expect when Damien had indicated his clothes had been destroyed, but he was truly shocked at the carnage she'd committed. She'd obviously put a lot of time and work into this, just to make him miserable - and for what? Enjoying himself, as husband and wife had both ostensibly agreed was perfectly okay with both of them. She hated that her husband was enjoying himself. What could be more bitchy?

Tommy agreed readily to Damien's instructions and stripped down in no time flat, immediately dashing naked into the massive closet full of perfectly hung and organized rich-lady clothes.

"Okay, wife from hell," he whispered, rubbing his hands together in anticipation. He glanced through what looked like the most formal, and probably most expensive of the dresses and grabbed them off their hangers by the armful, flinging them all over the bed, as he intended to be fucked on them.

He covered the bed with Susanna's choicest designer outfits and then noticed her collection of equally choice designer shoes. He grabbed them from their tidy cubbies and lined them up in the bedroom. She probably spent a fortune on these stupid shoes. And there were so many of them. How would she feel about them being ruined in one fell swoop?

Tommy laughed silently to himself and, once he had them arranged to his liking, took hold of his cock with a sigh and concentrated on calming his excitement enough to let the piss flow. It came out in a few uneven, hesitant spurts at first, accompanied by intense pleasure.

By the time Damien reentered the room he found Tommy standing bare-assed, gleefully pissing on and into every single one of his wife's shoes. Tommy turned to grin proudly at him.

"Look how indecent I am," he invited. "These were expensive, weren't they? Not anymore. This is a fucking riot. And come feel my ass, Damien. I got ready 'specially for you this morning."

 

[ericrodman101]

Damien stepped back into his bedroom to find Tommy naked, pissing into Susanna's shoes. He stood by the door, watching the gorgeous young man swinging his bare ass as he waved his cock back and forth, ensuring the piss found its mark.

"Come feel my ass," the 18 year old said. Damien felt his cock surge with lust. He placed Tommy's mobile phone on the dresser and turned to face his young lover. From this angle he watched Tommy empty himself into the last of the shoes, then cock still in hand, look up and smile.

Damien was still wearing Susanna's clothes. The thong was murder and for all the thrill he felt in wearing it, the discomfort far outweighed any pleasure.

He walked over and looked into the shoes, awash with Tommy's piss.

"You done good, big man," he said, reaching out to embrace the teen. They kissed. Damien's hand wandered down and found Tommy's hand still on his cock. He squeezed it, milking the last drops of piss into his palm. Bringing his wet hand back up, he fed it into Tommy's mouth.

"Lick it up, you dirty boy," he said. "I should punish you for what you've done to my wife's shoes. What would be sufficient, do you think? Should I lay you across her clothes on the bed and spank you?"

 

[tamgreen]

Tommy thirstily licked the senator's palm and fingers, enjoying being his dirty boy so much that he decided he even liked the taste of his own piss.

"I've been so bad, daddy," he purred, running his fingernails down Damien's back. "So filthy and so naughty. I definitely think I you should pick me up and toss me down and spank me. And so I never forget your lesson, maybe you should take your big fat cock and fuck me hard."

He shoved his tongue into Damien's mouth, writhing against him in anticipatory pleasure, imagining everything he wanted to do with Damien today, all the fucking and all the sweet, dirty vengeance.

"But I might make an even bigger mess on all those expensive dresses," he panted. "Because daddy gets his little boy's cock so... fucking... excited. You might have to punish me over and over, until I run out of cum."

 

[ericrodman101]

"Tommy, you have one dirty little fucking mouth," Damien said, grabbing the 18 year old and bodily throwing him onto the bed. The youth bounced onto Susanna's clothes, spreading his legs and raising his ass invitingly. Damien threw off the clothes he was wearing and stood naked, stroking his cock. There was a still a tube of lube in the bedside drawer, left over from the days when Susanna used to ask him to fuck her ass. And that one time she'd used the strap-on. Why, oh why hadn't he insisted that they use it more often? Maybe, just maybe the kink might have let her open up to his more perverted needs.

For a moment Damien imagined Susanna walking in and finding him fucking Tommy, then finding the strap-on and joining in. Fuck, how that idea worked for him.

He leaned over and opened the drawer, then uncapped the lube before spreading it liberally on his cock and across Tommy's naked ass.

"One dirty little fucking mouth to go with your filthy pissing habits," he said. Damien leaned in and found Tommy's anus with his finger, slipping it in hard, as far as it would go. The boy clenched around the digit, and Damien anticipated the clench he would shortly receive round his cock.

"Too hard for you, big man? Too hard for my twink slut? When I'm done punishing you, you're gonna wish all I put inside you was a finger."

 

[tamgreen]

Tommy groaned and clenched his fists, scrunching the silky fabrics of Susanna's gowns. Damien's finger was aggressive and merciless, but he pushed himself to embrace the pain rather than fight with it. He thrust his ass back as if to force Damien even deeper, despite the pain.

"It hurts bad," he breathed, "but I deserve it. Give me what I deserve."

One of his hands found a small row of delicate buttons on the back of a dress that was spread out beneath him. He yanked them off hard enough to tear the fabric and threw the buttons across the room. The ripping sound the fabric made was wonderfully satisfying, and this small act of destruction managed to turn him on even more.

"Oh, come on!" he moaned, pressing his upper body down against the bed and the clothes that covered it, raising his impatient ass up even higher.

"Please, I need it! Teach me a lesson. Teach the bitch a lesson. Make me cum all over her clothes."

 

[ericrodman101]

"Give me what I deserve...."

Damien couldn't believe what a dirty mouth Tommy had. But the little guy was more than dirty. He was flirty and teasing and mature beyond his years. All my work, Damien thought? Or have I just tapped into a rich vein? Jesus fucking Christ!

The senator burrowed away, using his finger to test and probe, revelling at the youth's resistance and resignation and stoicism. And yet hurt it might, but Dallas was on the way over. Dallas who loved fucking twinks. Dallas who had the biggest cock Damien had ever seen. If Tommy had been tested already, the real test was still coming, the real test of 'just how happy do you want to make me, big man'?

Was that being too hard on Tommy? Fuck, the kid could go home to mommy and daddy whenever he wanted. Go home to Smallville USA. Or he could come to Washington and an exciting new life. Damien knew what he'd have done in the circumstances.

Yeah, he'd have gone to Washington. And he sort of did in a way. Not straight there. A few twists and turns en route. And now he was there. Well, nearly. Paul would be phoning and getting no answer on the flat mobile. And phoning the house and getting no answer because Susanna had cut the line. And phoning Susanna, he guessed. What would she say to Paul? 'I don't give a shit?' Maybe Paul would turn up at the house too. Hmmm. Was that a good idea?

"Teach me a lesson," Tommy said. "Make me cum...."

"Well maybe, big man, I'm gonna teach you this lesson..."

And Damien withdrew his lubed finger and inserted a second, probing and grinding, feeling Tommy squirm, hearing him moan.

"You like that?" Damien said, leaning down and whispering in Tommy's ear. "How many fingers do you think you can take before you beg for mercy?"

 

[tamgreen]

Tommy gasped at the increasingly aggressive penetration. He whimpered in response to Damien's whispered question. The warm breath in his ear thrilled him.

"I won't... I won't," he panted, obviously struggling to accommodate but much more so determined to please the senator and excel at his new job.

"Maybe I'll beg for your cock," he moaned. "Maybe I'll beg for you to fuck me good and hard. Maybe I'll beg you to let me cum. Maybe I'll even beg for your piss. But I won't... beg... for mercy."

He turned to look back over his shoulder, tears gathering in his gleaming eyes as Damien continued to press into him, testing his limits.

"Unless you wanted me to," he exhaled. "Do you want your little Tommy to beg? Would that make your big bad cock harder?"

 

[ericrodman101]

The tears in Tommy's eyes gave Damien pause. He could feel circumstances carrying him away. Fuck! Just like they always did. But this little guy was so cute and hot and fuckable....and willing. Christ he was willing. What was a red blooded guy to do?

Maybe I am being too hard on him, Damien thought. Two days ago he was a virgin and today he's an ass whore. He must be sore. Damien certainly knew he was.

"I don't want you to beg for mercy, big man. I think I want a kiss."

I'm going soft, Damien thought as he climbed onto Susanna's gowns and cuddled up to Tommy. Yet even as they kissed, and Damien felt a little chastened by bringing tears to Tommy's eyes, the 18 year old was reaching for the fingers that had just been extracted from his ass, and bringing them up to his mouth.

 

[tamgreen]

Tommy could have melted as Damien opted for a kiss. He didn't know what to make of Damien talking about begging for mercy, and then turning around like this, being romantic and sweet. He grabbed Damien with both arms and both legs, holding him as if to meld with him as they swapped spit and licked at each other's lips and tongues.

Tommy needed more. He grabbed Damien's hand and noisily slurped at his fingers, devouring the essence of his own body that lingered there and then returning his lips to Damien's so they could share his ass.

"I love you so fucking much," he growled as they finally broke apart again. His lips buzzed, and his ass throbbed. This was what love felt like - he was certain of it. There was no love like this in the world. The more he got, the more he craved.

"Please, will you put your cock in me? Please, Damien? My love? Do you want me to call you sir? Senator Hale? Daddy? What turns you on? I just want you. Can you kiss me while you fuck me? I need you so much!"

He licked up the side of Damien's face and bit his earlobe, his neck, his shoulder, losing control of himself in his excitement.

"Take me good and hard, in your wife's bed, and tell me you love me," he hissed.

 

[ericrodman101]

"Take me good and hard...."

What was there about Tommy's requests not to like? Put your cock in me. Kiss me while you fuck me. Shall I call you daddy? Jesus!

"Tell me you love me."

Why did that phrase unsettle Damien? He'd told Susanna he loved her. He'd told many people. Countless? Maybe not. But a good number. Dallas was on the way over. Damien could recall telling Dallas he loved him. Well he thought he could recall it.

Somehow, telling Tommy he loved him felt different. But why? Tommy was young and vulnerable and inexperienced. Like that mattered with the rent boys on the beach in Saint Martin.

Tommy was deadly earnest. But how could you love someone after twenty four hours fucking? Even an 18 year old. Were young people so impressionable that they fell in love so suddenly? Without any reflection?

Sure Damien had told people he loved them. But had he loved them? And did it matter? It hadn't at the time, but the words, on the tip of his tongue, kept sticking in his throat.

The senator kissed the teen again, on the bed, strewn with Susanna's clothes, rolling him into a half fold with his ass up and his neck and shoulders bent so they were face to face. Damien was the taller and at this angle, he knew Tommy would just curve into him so he could enter him from behind and kiss him at the same time.

"Mmmm," Damien purred, "you are one tight, fit little package, big man."

He reapplied the lube to his cock, and then massaged it into Tommy's anus, gently pushing the goo inside and round the hole, revelling at the 18 year old's luxuriant response as he twisted and cooed at Damien's touch. And then he positioned his cock against the puckered ring, nudging and testing his hardness against Tommy's resistance.

"Call me Daddy," Damien said, slipping his hard cock inside.

 

[tamgreen]

Tommy's warm, pliable body moved wherever Damien directed it. He was worried when Damien seemed to be hesitating, silently thinking - what if he'd said something dumb? Had he said something that would be a turnoff? Or did Damien just want to take the time to decide what would be the biggest turn-on for him?

Call me Daddy.

Fuck! This jolted through Tommy like a live wire. The senator really wanted to be called Daddy in his own home, on top of his wife's clothes, where she slept? It was so dirty and so wrong, he might have been close to cumming untouched if not for the deep, intense agony of being suddenly penetrated by Damien's fat cock.

If the pain staved off the intensity of his pleasure, the inverse was also true - the lust and excitement of the encounter dulled the unpleasantness of the too-large shaft stretching open his too-small passage, and when he let out a loud squeal, it was mostly joy.

Now that they were in a house instead of the hotel, Tommy felt he could let loose much more than before.

"Fuck, Daddy, oh fuck - fuck me!" he hollered between hard, deep, sloppy kisses. "I need your big daddy cock in me, yes, yes, FUCK, YES..."

Would the neighbours hear him? Did he care? Nothing else mattered right now but the man fucking him.

 

[ericrodman101]

Tommy was yelling "fuck me Daddy!" Even from the other space Damien's head was in, the sound of an 18 year old yelling to be fucked by their Daddy brought Damien back down to earth. He should have been in DC, in the office with Paul, meeting the staff, preparing for orientation and inauguration, enjoying the moment of his political triumph as it came to fruition. Yet here he was, lying on top of a teenager spreadeagled across his marital bed and his wife's clothes, his cock hard and proud, sliding between this kid's ass cheeks and deep inside him.

"I need your Daddy cock in me...."

Damien twisted Tommy beneath him. The boy was like putty. Fucking in the top position was Damien's biggest turn on, but this was another level higher. Tommy just wanted him with all his being, and consequently, Damien could use Tommy, bend and shape him, however he wished. There seemed no limit to what Tommy would allow the senator to do.

"Fuck, fuck, yes...."

Yet try as he might, Damien couldn't banish the idea from his head that it would all come unstuck. Today was already past time when he should have fronted up to his responsibilities. If he didn't turn up in DC in the morning, he might as well resign. What possible excuse could there be for a no show? 'Walking the Appalachian Trail', some people had called it, a euphemism for getting up to nefarious activities when you should be on duty. Maybe I should resign, Damien thought. Resign and just take Tommy away somewhere, the Dominican Republic or Thailand, where I can just fuck a wink until I'm content and no comeback. Maybe....

"Call me Daddy...."

But would he be content? Tommy was a great little fuck, a find like few others. But Damien knew he was no stayer, no paragon of monogamy, no font of commitment. Taking Tommy away would just be the precursor to his inevitably being cast aside. There would be other trysts, other twinks. Damien knew exactly what to expect of his own behaviour. But not Tommy. No, fucking Damien, he would learn the hard way. Better close to home so that Tommy had some support, somewhere to anchor when the inevitable occurred.

"Ugh ugh ugh ugh...."

Jesus! Jesus! Fuck! Damien was deep inside the youth who squirmed and pulsed on the end of the senator's cock like some fleshy sex doll come to life. The feel of the 18 year old around his cock and on his lips and under his body intensified Damien's arousal even as the thoughts in his head wandered into the future. Gotta be in DC tonight, Damien said to himself. I don't have the courage to just pack it all in. Or the inclination. Fuck Tommy. Get a wardrobe from Dallas. Drive into DC. Front at the office and make some excuse. It had to be. Enjoy this moment and go with the flow. Tomorrow he could worry about when the day arrived.

"Fuck you, big man," Damien yelled, slamming his cock in hard and biting Tommy's ear, enjoying the 18 year old's yelp. "Take my fat daddy cock up your tight ass, you teen whore. Fuck you!"

 

[tamgreen]

Damien was really getting carried away now, and as he did so, Tommy was getting scared. The senator pulled, pushed, and twisted him, gripped him, railed him, kissed and licked him, and bit him, hard. Tommy cried out with each burst of pain.

...fat daddy cock... teen whore... fuck you!

"Fuck me...," he wheezed.

Teen whore. Was that what he'd become, a teen whore? What else could he be, really? Senator Hale had given him a job, and so far this was it. This was his responsibility - being the source of this man's pleasure and satisfaction at every opportunity. And if it gave Damien pleasure and satisfaction to piss on him, yell at him, bite him, and reduce him to a whore during their sexual encounters, so be it.

And fuck, he liked it. He was scared and he liked it. Tommy was steel hard as Damien debased him and gnawed on his ear while power fucking him. When Damien had pissed on him, it had been a huge shock and a shockingly huge turn-on. He'd come into this encounter wanting to be loved, but it continued to amaze him how much it turned him on to be treated like a cheap disposable thing.

"Fucking... use my ass, Daddy," he groaned hoarsely. "It's your fucking ass, you fucking own my ass Daddy.... Ugggghhhh don't stop, yeah, bite me! Shit, oh, fuck, I'm gonna... oh you're gonna make me cum, Daddy! Gonna... cum... all over... your bitch wife's clothes.... and she'll know how hard you fucked your teen whore in her bed!"

Driven over the edge, Tommy screamed out the force of his orgasm, his body tensing and pulsing and pouring out a massive load of semen that painted the crumpled, sweat-dampened gowns beneath them.

 

[ericrodman101]

The way Tommy echoed back his words was really special for Damien. Daddy. Teen whore. Jesus! And verbalising how the 18 year old wanted to cum on Susanna's clothes. Tommy pretty much referred to her as bitch, nothing else. Bitch, Damien said to himself. Then out loud. "Cum on the bitch's clothes, big man. Make a mess for Daddy. When we're done, the bitch's clothes are gonna be one fucking helluva creamy mess."

Tommy screamed through his orgasm. Damien lapped it up, his hand under the boy's torso, grabbing for the hard teen cock as it bucked and sprayed it's gooey load everywhere. Damien felt the gunk on his hand, and wiped it lustily through Susanna's clothes, all the while trying to grab a kiss from Tommy and keeping his cock hard inside. He found himself vocalising his own orgasm as he pumped his seed into the young guy.

"Ugh ugh ugh errrrr....."

The sensation of discharging was immense. Overwhelming. Damien felt an urge to press even harder into Tommy, even as the boy seemed to resist, recoil from the pressure. Christ, he must be hurting inside, Damien thought at the edge of his consciousness. But the instinct to fuck Tommy as hard as he could, and extract as much pleasure from sheer domination of another body was stronger. The senator tasted blood and realised he'd bitten Tommy's ear. Not a good idea, he knew, but it was just a nip, he was sure. He'd not bitten anything off.

Tommy was still yelling, as much from fear as pain maybe. Damien leaned round and shoved his fingers into Tommy's mouth to quieten him, and to get purchase for the last thrust of his cock. He could see in his mind the spurt of cum into Tommy's bowels, the white reservoir, the pink ravaged canal, the hard smooth cock head pulsing and pushing relentlessly. Fuck, he felt powerful and satisfied and in control.

 

[tamgreen]

Was Damien's cock getting bigger, longer, harder? Fuck! Tommy felt torn apart. And the pain wasn't just on the inside - Damien was grabbing and twisting him so hard, biting him - ow, fuck! - to the point where he was starting to feel like he was being mauled, or being put through a rock tumbler. Which way was up? Was his body still intact?

But fuck, was he ever cumming hard. Tommy had never cum like this before. Despite the torment of pain and fear at how out of control things had gotten, it was precisely that terrifying loss of control that gave him the potent adrenaline rush he needed. He was far too sheltered to have ever tried any drugs, but he couldn't imagine there was any high in the world that would compare to this. The assault on his body spoke to the intensity of the effect he was having on the senator. The man was driven into a frenzy, and Tommy wanted all of it, even if bearing the brunt of it would leave him in agony.

He gnawed on Damien's fingers as they invaded his mouth to stifle him, giving back a little of the pain that was being inflicted on him as the man jackhammered ruthlessly into him, pouring immense gouts of seed into his gut.

As they both began to come down a little from the shared high, Tommy shuddered and wept. Still holding Damien's fingers in his mouth, he switched from biting to tenderly sucking, following his innate instincts even now.

He moaned, and not out of pleasure, as he felt Damien's cock withdraw, and as the fingers left his mouth, he let out a whimper. His hair was plastered all over his face with sweat and tears - he reached up with a shaking hand to brush it back, tucking it behind his ears, and gasped when his fingers came away with a little streak of red. Had Damien really bit him that hard?

He looked back at Damien with very wide eyes still streaming with tears.

"I love you, Daddy," he sobbed.

 

[ericrodman101]

Tommy's tears brought back Damien's self doubt. Tears and the blood in his mouth. Damien saw the blood on the 18 year old's hand, but he couldn't see the cut on his ear which was hidden by Tommy's long black hair.

Fucking too rough was Damien's achilles heel. He'd done it before. Got away with it for sure, but each time it happened, Damien realised it might be his last. One day a young guy was going to complain. Not Tommy, no, not Tommy who loved his Daddy....

Damien leaned down and kissed Tommy, on the mouth and then on his tearful eyes. The young guy quivered under Damien's touch. From pile driving Tommy's ass without regard to the pain he might be inflicting, Damien was overcome with a need to cuddle Tommy, hold him tightly, protect him from whatever bad things might be out there. Of course, he was the bad thing. He knew that. The little voice in his head was shouting now, 'you sadistic fucking pig'. The voice was right.

"Sorry, big man. I mean....that was too much....I got carried away....the bite, the blood....Jesus."

He paused waiting for Tommy to speak, but was met with silence. And if his young guy's ear was bleeding, Damien suddenly feared the damage he might have done elsewhere...inside the boy....Jesus! Did he even dare roll his teen lover over and take a look? No, but he'd check for blood on Susanna's clothes. Blood and cum. Fuck! He cuddled Tommy even tighter.

 

[tamgreen]

The immediate apology and the snug cuddle was all the love Tommy could have asked for in that moment - it took the sting out of everything, and he wrapped himself around Damien, crying as much from happiness and pure adoration as from pain.

"I know you didn't mean to," he sobbed into Damien's neck. "I know you didn't. You just got carried away, and it just tells me how much you want me - that makes me happy, Daddy. I just hope I can walk when we get to Washington...."

He laughed through his tears and squeezed Damien around his neck, kissing him several times.

"I'll be fine - don't look so worried," he soothed, smoothing the senator's hair back as if he was the one who needed comforting. "I'm still your boy. And I fucking loved you calling me a whore. Does that make me filthy? Do you like me filthy, Daddy? I have to pee again - where should I go?"

He dropped several more kisses across Damien's cheeks, neck, and shoulders.

"Let me make you happy. I want to see you happy."

 

[ericrodman101]

"You make me happy," Damien said, enjoying being kissed on the neck and chest. "And I want to make you happy too. You just make sure you tell me, big man, if I do wrong, OK?"

He heard the sound of a car turning into the drive and stopping. Damien stood up and walked to the window. Dallas's black Lincoln was parked outside.

"I gotta go and let Dallas in," he said. "If you gotta pee, just do it wherever you like." He waved an arm across the room, taking in the clothes on the bed, already covered in cum and pee, the walk-in wardrobe, the ensuite bathroom, and Susanna's dresser. "Wherever you like...back in a mo."

Naked, Damien walked downstairs to the door. It was Dallas. Letting him in undressed was no big deal. Not given their history. Dallas the tailor. Damien's father's tailor, and now his. Old family friend, older than Damien, almost a father figure, or an uncle figure at least. And a man to whom the senator owed a great deal.

"Dallas," Damien said, letting the door swing back and watching his friend take in his nakedness.

"Big man," Dallas said, stepping forward and embracing Damien. "You shouldn't have undressed specially. Or you got someone special upstairs you want me to meet? Or not meet...?"

"Someone special...hmmm. This guy is a dream find. Tommy.....but hey. Just come up and meet him. Upstairs. The marital bedroom. You know the way."

Dallas followed Damien upstairs. He was taller than Damien, dressed in a smart grey suit, with waistcoat and black polished shoes, but no tie. The blue striped shirt was undone to mid chest, exposing still firm abs and a spray of fine grey hair. The suit was cut for a younger man, but Dallas was fit and wiry so got away with wearing the tight waist and ass.

"Just two things," Damien said, stopping on the top landing."Tommy and I have been fucking non-stop for two days. The little guy is one helluva find, but if he walks out of here I'll be amazed, if you know what I mean. If you want to fuck ass, it'll have to be me. He'll be up for oral, especially when he sees your cock, but no ass. Yeah?"

Dallas looked stern, but Damien insisted on his agreement.

"And don't call him or me big man. That's my pet name now."

Dallas shrugged as Damien opened the bedroom door.

 

[tamgreen]

Tommy barely registered that the tailor had arrived - he was terribly distracted by Damien's gorgeous ass as he walked away, and by his own full bladder and what destruction he might manage next.

He took his time getting up off the bed sucking in a sharp breath through clenched teeth at the pain in his ass from the rough fuck. He waddled awkwardly to the closet and found a very valuable-looking fur coat.

"Who wears a fur coat these days?" he muttered, wrinkling his nose at it. "What a cunt."

He dragged it over to the dresser where he found several bottles of nailpolish, which he upturned to streak the fur with colour until it looked like it had suffered an attack by PETA.

Next he checked the dresser drawers, finding one practically overflowing with silky underthings.

Perfect.

Tommy smiled at himself in the mirror as he let his only halfway softened cock rest inside the drawer. He had to take several long breaths before his piss started coming, splashing over all the underwear in Susanna's drawer. He felt very satisfyingly like a naughty child in some sort of folktale.

Meanwhile, he fiddled with the other cosmetics scattered across the dresser, uncapping several lipsticks. They were mostly subdued shades, exactly the sort a senator's wife who needed to keep up a professional appearance would wear, but he found one that was a bright, blazing, whorish shade of red. No doubt she'd wear this on some kind of wild night - it didn't look to have been used much.

Tommy used the bright red lipstick as a crayon, writing "FUCK U", followed by a smiley face, on the mirror as he continued pissing in the drawer. As an afterthought, he smeared the lipstick over his lips and smacked them together, giving himself a critical look in the mirror.

"Teen whore," he whispered with a smirk. He leaned in and kissed the mirror a few times, leaving perfect kiss marks.

He heard the door open and turned to smile coyly at Damien, but the senator wasn't alone. He was with a tall, dreamy older guy in a killer suit. Tommy's bright red smile shifted into a little "o" of shock. His piss continued dribbling into Susanna's underwear drawer.

 

[ericrodman101]

The door to the bedroom swung back. Damien stood, naked, Dallas behind him. Tommy was pissing into Susanna's underwear drawer. FUCK U screamed from the mirror in bright red lettering. And the same red screamed from Tommy's face, not carefully applied to the lips, but smeared riotously across the teen's face.

Damien felt his cock harden at the sight. Jesus! Tommy's mouth formed an 'o' in shock. Or anticipation. It was a scene out of some depraved porn video. Two older guys and their nephew or hitchhiker or the kid from next door caught breaking in. Damien knew what Dallas would be thinking. He turned and looked back at his friend's face. An evil grin had broken out across Dallas's face. Damien let his hand slip down to Dallas's trousers. He found the crotch. The tailor was hard.

"Big man, what a mess you've made," Damien said, playing with Dallas's cock a little before stepping into the room. "This is Dallas," he said. "The guy who is going to make you a suit for your new job. Dallas, say hello to Tommy."

And suddenly Dallas seemed shy. He stepped into the room, and waved.

"Don't be shy, Dallas. Tommy's not shy. Are you big man?" Damien said. He walked over to Tommy, put an arm round him and inspected the drawer. Tommy's piss had pooled in one corner, soaking Susanna's things.

"Good fucking work, big man," Damien said, letting his hand slide to Tommy's ass, then round to his cock. He gave it a shake, watching the last drops fall into the drawer.

"Maybe in a little while we should prime you up for some more pissing," Damien said. "I don't want a dry thing left in the room. But first..." He pushed Tommy in front of him towards Dallas... "I want you to say hi to Dallas. Properly. He's one of my oldest and best friends and it will make me very happy, big man, if you become best friends with Dallas too."

With Tommy naked before him, Damien could see the lust already in Dallas's eyes. He mouthed 'no ass fucking' as his friend stepped forward.

 

[tamgreen]

Tommy held his breath until he had to let it out with a huff and a gasp. He didn't know exactly what was happening or what was supposed to happen, but Damien was obviously encouraging something. The tailor was very big, and very hard, and stepping close to him. The mere proximity of the sexy older man with the extremely apparent erection straining against his tailored trousers was arousing him. Tommy's cock was at full mast and throbbing. Dallas even smelled sexy.

He looked back over his shoulder at Damien, concerned, not wanting to misconstrue his meaning of saying hi, "properly". Just how far was Damien going to take this "whore" thing? Was Tommy going to be rented out to friends? Could he be he okay with this? Obviously his cock was okay with this, but he belonged to Damien. His mind thus far had been refusing to acknowledge the fact that Damien was a man who fucked whomever he wanted, and that that wouldn't necessarily change as a result of Tommy being his lover. He hadn't really considered until this moment that Damien might enjoy Tommy having sex with other people.

Carefully Tommy examined Damien's expression, and then Dallas's. Whatever was about to happen, they were both totally into it. Tommy suddenly felt even naughtier than he already had. A day ago he might have freaked out at the thought of being put up to sexual encounters with men other than Damien, but after pissing all over Mrs. Hale's clothes and fucking in her bed, he was feeling quite uninhibited, even if he was also very nervous.

He made firm eye contact with Dallas and smirked impishly, making some halfhearted effort to clean up his red mouth with the back of his wrist.

"Hi Dallas," he said breathily, reaching back to keep one hand on Damien for comfort. His hand happened to find Damien's very available erection, and he gripped it lovingly as he continued to gaze at Dallas.

"I'm Tommy... I'm eighteen. I'd love to be best friends."

His eyes dipped down to Dallas's tantalizing bulge.

"I like your... suit."

 

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Dallas looked down at Tommy and smiled.

"Eighteen. What a great age, eh Damien? What were you doing at eighteen? Wearing red lipstick I seem to remember."

The tailor ran a hand through Tommy's long black hair, then carefully drew a line with a finger tip across the boy's red lips. He put both hands on Tommy's shoulders, before looking across to Damien who stood close behind on account of Tommy holding tightly to the senator's hard cock.

"I think we should all be best friends," Dallas said.

"See Tommy, Dallas wants to be best friends with you too. He likes all the things that you and I like. Especially young men who know how to please their friends. We are going to have a great time together."

Damien, still enjoying Tommy's hand on his cock, leaned down to whisper in the boy's ear.

"Can you think of a special way to say hello to Dallas?"

Damien reached down and took Tommy's free hand in his, placing them both on Dallas's cock which bulged through his neat trousers. The senator rubbed Tommy's hand over the lump, tracing the outline of the bulge until they found the tip together which Damien cupped, Tommy's palm inside his.

"Dallas is a gentleman," Damien said. "He would never ask someone for something extra special on their first meeting. Would you Dallas?"

The tailor moaned, as much in response to his cock being rubbed as the question.

"But we want to say hello to Dallas, don't we Tommy. And say thank you Dallas in advance for making us a smart new suit each so we can look hot in the office."

Damien, still cupping Tommy's hand, found the zip of Dallas's trousers and carefully drew it down. He couldn't see the 18 year old's face at this angle, but he could see the boy was looking down and sensed his young lover's mix of trepidation and excitement at what was happening to him, sandwiched between the two much older men, Damien naked and Dallas in the smart, tailored suit. And felt the boy's grip on his cock, ever tightening to the point of the most delightful pain.

"Tommy," Damien said, still whispering in the boy's ear. "I think you should put your hand inside and see what you can find."

 

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Tommy was so overwhelmed in the presence of two incredibly sexy, very aroused men, he trembled all over as Damien guided his hand to grope the tailor's massive bulge. He gasped and let his sensitive palm caress the full length of the veiled shaft, and then the fat tip, feeling it throb with anticipation beneath his touch.

"Oh, Jesus...," Tommy exhaled. "Oh, hello..."

He shivered at the sound of the zipper, and then at the heat of Damien's whisper that tickled his ear canal. He nodded at the senator's instruction and slipped his quivering fingers past the open zipper. Still gripping Damien's cock with his off hand, he explored Dallas, looking for the proper handshake Damien expected him to give. Working his way eagerly inside the tailor's underwear, his soft young hand finally found hot, bare, surging flesh, and wrapped around it as he sighed with pleasure.

Fuck. A big, hard cock in each hand.

Tommy groaned and squeezed both men, his own cock releasing a dribble of precum.

"Hello... hello new best friend," he whispered tremulously. He worked Dallas's cock entirely loose and gasped again at the size and weight of it in his hand. "Oh my fucking god... what a big friend."

His eyes flicked up to meet Dallas's intensely. He leaned back and turned his head to find Damien, reaching up over his shoulder to kiss the senator.

"Do we kiss our new best friends, daddy?" he whispered against Damien's lips.

 

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Damien held Tommy close. His cock squirmed in the boy's grasp, just as he knew Dallas's cock would be squirming in the young guy's other hand. Damien could hear the hesitation in Tommy's voice. 'Oh my fucking god...' And then 'do I kiss my new best friend?'

It wasn't just a question. Dallas's cock was huge. Damien remembered his own introduction to his father's tailor, so many year's ago. He'd been sent to Dallas to be measured for a suit, the very first time he'd interned at the end of his last year of high school. He'd arranged to spend a week in an attorney's office and his father had insisted on a new suit. Dallas was the family tailor. Damien was being measured up, just an 18 year old standing in his underpants before handsome, muscled, taller and imposing Dallas, and the next thing the tailor was kneeling, sucking Damien's cock.

Not that this typified their relationship. Cocksucking was just Dallas's way of softening Damien up. Well, hardening up, actually. Over the course of the suit making and the fitting, it was Damien's sucking of Dallas's cock which had been notable, mostly for the student's introduction to deep throating. Dallas had challenged him to suck the immense cock down, swallowing and breathing and adjusting his throat, until the organ was deep inside Damien, beyond his mouth and inside his neck.

And that's how he remembered Dallas cumming. The great, choking cock bucking and spasming inside his throat and discharging its load straight into his stomach.

Dallas had fucked Damien's ass as well, but that would come when the suit was finished.

Damien held his mouth up to Tommy's ear. "Let's both kiss our new best friend, big man," he said. He leaned forward and planted his mouth on Dallas's shaft, pushing Tommy's head up to the opposite side. Their eyes met across the organ, Damien's lips already massaging the veiny red muscle, Tommy just looking awestruck. Damien nodded for the oral embrace to commence.

 

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Tommy moaned at the warm tickle of Damien's words in his ear. He sank down to his knees to get face-to-face with the awe-inspiring cock and meeting Damien's gaze point blank. Here he was, a boy only recently deflowered by a senator, meeting a brand new cock, a great big fat one, and sharing it with his Daddy - it was such a rush, his head was spinning.

His lips wrapped around the shaft and he sighed happily at the manly essence of Dallas in his nose and mouth. He followed Damien's lead, sucking and slurping at the decadent flesh, moving along the thick, hot shaft, until his lips collided with Damien's at the tip, and they shared the salty-sweet essence of the tailor's precum.

"Mmmmm," Tommy groaned, pushing his tongue out and making out with Damien's mouth and Dallas's cock at once. He wrapped his hand around Damien's cock while his other hand slid up Dallas's thigh and found a muscular buttock.

His eyes flicked up to find Dallas's, wanting to know that he was enjoying this treatment.