Disclaimer: This is purely fictitious. This story includes names of real people, but this story does not speak to the truth or reality of these individuals' sexual orientation. This story is strictly fantasy. If this type of fantasy offends you in any way, please exit from this story immediately.
Chapter Three
Hi Guys:
It has been several weeks now and I am working part-time with the John Edwards campaign. Although it is still not campaign season, I have been invited to sing at different events where Mr. Edwards was asked to speak and not yet campaign.
Ace is still around too. Now that is really uncomfortable for me. Once a guy is seduced, who does he speak to about that? Do I talk to my wife? Of course not. Do I speak to my best friend? You have to be joking? Do I tell my parents? Yeah right! So who do I speak to? Who do I tell someone and how would he or she react? Do I tell my priest? Not hardly!
How can a really straight guy like I am ever justify how I would let another guy do sexual things with me? That's crazy, no one would believe me or believe that I was really seduced here. I feel like I was.
I am not sure how to see Ace. Did he really want a relationship with me and if so, how and why? If not, why did he advance himself on me anyway? I must tell you that I feel very sad and cannot really work through my feelings about what had happened between Ace and me.
Once a guy has been seduced and it really met a need, I cannot just forget it or put behind of me. How can I do that?
I think Ace Young is involved with John Edwards. I do not dare think that out loud, but I am wondering if there is something going on.
Let me tell you why?
Every time I am in the presence of both of them, John Edwards is always touching Ace in a friendly way. I never saw John Edwards in a sexual way, but I must admit that as an older guy (I think he is in the fifties) and as a politician (to me, most politicians are either overweight or ugly, hmmm). John is not bad looking. I am so jealous right now to imagine Ace and John getting it on. Can you imagine that? Use your mind and think about younger Ace being plowed by the experienced and successful lawyer, Mr. John Edwards.
i get a hard-on just thinking about both of them naked and on each other. But, I must confess that I am very jealous. I hate it that Ace has that much power over me and that once I was seduced, I was really hooked on him and find the relationship flaunted between Ace and John.
The other day, John Edwards called me into his office in the retreat center, he complimented me for the way I had sung the night before at a small college gathering of students at Duke University. Duke was still having controversy over the LaCrosse rape case allegations and the attendance was not that great. But, John Edwards did speak very well. I never really paid attention to much of what he says, but that night, I did. Of course, Ace was in the corner, admiring who he knew was going to be the next President of the United States. I must admit that John has appeal, not only to the women in the crowd but to the men as well. I know for me, I noticed little things about him. He likes to smile right at you and touch you when he is speaking to you. He does me all the time.
I was beginning to feel comfortable around John Edwards and the conversation in his office at the retreat center (command post) was inviting, warm, and open. As I was leaving the room, John came up to me and hugged me. I am not sure what it is about being hugged that bothers me. Maybe to tell the honest truth, I cannot have another body too close to me because I start to feel this strange feeling. I mean, I get turned on. But, as he hugged me, I noticed that his arms went around my upper body and squeezed me close to him. I felt consumed by this ambitious politician. When he let me go, he said, CHRIS, WE SOUTHERN BOYS HAVE HISTORY TOGETHER. I did not understand that he meant by that, but I was really a country boy from hick town USA so i did not want to appear less intelligent by asking him what he meant by that statement.
I was staying at the retreat before heading home the next morning to my beautiful wife who was already feeling the distance from me. Late at night, I got a call on the intercom and it was as you can guess, MR. PEST, Ace Young. Ace whispered, HEY, CHRIS, CAN WE TALK? I was ready for him and said, YEAH, RIGHT, FOR WHAT? WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO TO ME THIS TIME, RAPE ME AND THEN SAY I DID IT? Ace surprisingly responded, CHRIS, YOU KNOW HOW I REALLY FEEL ABOUT YOU, ABOUT US. I CANNOT STAND IT ANYMORE. YOU ARE LEAVING TOMORROW MORNING AND I AM THINKING ABOUT YOU. CAN I COME TO YOUR ROOM, YES OR NO? I did not answer and the phone hung up. I was not sure what he was going to do, but at least, I did not melt at the first kind approach he did to me.
In a few minutes, Ace was knocking at my door. Ace came in and in with him was John Edwards. AAHHH, Mr. Presdient, WHAT BRINGS YOU HERE? I said. Ace was smiling now and said, HE WANTS TO WATCH. THAT'S HIS THRILL. HE WANTS TO WATCH. I acted like I did not know what Ace was talking about, but that facade did not last too long. Ace came up to me and started to hold me tight and whisper in my ear, I MISS YOU, CHRIS, I DO. PLEASE LET ME BACK INTO YOUR HEART. I CANNOT LIVE WITHOUT YOU. LET JOHN SEE WHAT WE BOTH CAN DO WHEN TWO PERSONS LOVE EACH OTHER.
Well, guys, let me summarize for you what happened. I will admit that I am not as strong emotionally as I want to be so I gave in. Ace took the lead, I wanted John Edwards to think I was the hesitant victim, seduced by Ace. But, when Ace took my clothes off and began to suck on my dick, I could not pretend any longer. My body just responds. My wife has all of these hangups about oral sex, handjobs, etc. so she just lets me into her pretty and tender body, she lays still, and I do all of the work. . . in and out, in and out. I must tell you that I have had more muscular exercise making love to my wife than in any other way. So when someone sucks me off, I go crazy. It is what I want, but it is not what I am getting. But to lay still and let a guy work your dick got me hot and bothered more than I could really handle. I began to thrash all over the bed, moaning out loud, and begging Ace to let me cum. Ace has this thing about making a guy beg to cum and he will work you until you are ready to cum and then suddenly drfit away and you are left high and dry. I did notice that John Edwards was touching himself and I felt a little uncomfortable with that for some strange reason.
Well, not to bore you with the details, but I shot my load inside of Ace's hungry mouth and I came in gushes. Anyway, guys, don't ask me why I did this, but I began to cry. I mean, a guy crying? I did. I could not stop.
Just to think that I was so confused and yet I could not deny that Ace made me feel more like a man than even my own wife or women in fact. Ace began to comfort me and there I was totally naked and in a man's romantic arms. I did notice, though, that John Edwards started to approach the bed and I immediately started to get up when Ace pulled me back down and whispered in my ears, CHRIS, LET HIM. IT'S PART OF THE JOB, LET HIM.
John Edwards began to come up to the bed and he sat right next to me. Ace kept holding me in his arms and I feel too much like "the woman" to reallly think about staying there. After all, I see myself as straight and masculine, never to be cuddled by another man. John sat next to me and began to touch my manhood. I jumped and looked at him. John smiled at me and said, CHRIS, I GET TURNED ON BY YOU AND TO THINK THAT YOU AND ACE WILL ENTERTAIN ME EVERY NIGHT TURNS ME ON. Right then, John began to stroke my dick. I had already cum, so I was not that interested in cumming again. But, John was an expert in touching a man, I could tell immediately.
As John was touching me, I did notice that Aca was taking John's cock out and stroking it. It was obvious to me that John and Ace had gotten it on before. Ace was smiling at me while John was obviously in heat as I was. I tried to maintain my own sense of masculinity. Even though I felt comfortable at that moment, I did not want to give in and act like a bitch in heat. The truth was, I felt like I was being bought and owned by two guys. Just as I was hooked on Ace, I was getting hooked on Ace.
John knew how to massage my dick. Eventually he put one of his fingers at the entrance of my butt and began to play around in that area and then entering in gently. I jerked and began to thrash all over the bed, but John was strong in holding me down with his body while going in and out of my innocent ass. I mean, INNOCENT.
As I was getting ready to cum (and I usually cum quickly and usually end up begging to cum), Ace started to talk sexy. HEY, MR. PRESIDENT, I THINK WE HAVE A GREAT RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN US. WHENEVER WE WANT TO SWITCH OFF, CHRIS CAN STAY HERE AT THE RETREAT CENTER AND ENTERTAIN YOUR NEEDS AND I CAN GO TO HIS HOUSE AND TAKE CARE OF HIS WIFE. SHE HAS THE HOTS FOR ME. Immediately, I jumped and began to show an unusual sense of anger but then both John and Ace began to hold me down. Ace was right in my face and his body laying on top of me while John began to work my dick over. MR. PRESIDENT, HIS WIFE WANTS ME TO GIVE HER A BABY. SHE LOVES MY BABY JUICE. CHRIS KNOWS SHE IS NOT INTO FOREPLAY, SO I JUST WALK IN THEIR HOUSE, INSIST ON FUCKING HER IN THEIR MARITAL BED AND I SCREW HER WHILE SHE IS CALLING OUT MY NAME. AAAHHHHHHH, I CAN HEAR HER MOAN, MR. PRESIDENT. YOU MAY WANT TO TIE UP CHRIS ON DAY AND LET ONE OF THE SECURITY GUYS KEEP AN EYE ON HIM AND YOU CAN WATCH ME FUCK MY BABY. SHE'S MY BITCH. SHE'S CHRIS' WIFE, BUT MY PRETTY WHORE. I was so angry, I began to curse out loud and fight both of them, but they held me down. John was not that comfortable with my level of anger, so he tried to change the subject. HEY, ACE, John interrupted, JOHN THUNE IS COMING HERE TOMRROW. MAY WE SHOULD TIE UP CHRIS AND LET JOHN ENJOY THIS TOTAL STRAIGHT GUY. JOHN IS LIKE ME. WE LIKE THEM STRAIGHT ONLY. FORGET THE FAGS. SOUTHERN MEN DO NOT LIKE FAGS, JUST STRAIGHT GUYS FOR HOT MALE SEX. Ace was not comfortable with that description of fags, but he played around, MR. PRESIDENT, CAN I BE ALLOWED TO GO TO CHRIS' HOME AND PLOW HIS BRIDE IN BED. SHE LIKES IT RAW AND RIGHT TO THE POINT. THE LAST TIME I FUCKED HER, SHE MADE ME FUCK HER FOR ONE STRAIGHT HOUR BEFORE SHE CAME WITH ME. SHE'S INTO CUMMING AT THE SAME TIME. WOW, I AM HOT JUST THINKING ABOUT HER. And as he was saying that, Ace then turned to me and said, YOU CANNOT STOP IT, CHRIS, IT WAS MEANT TO BE. YOU ARE MY BITCH. I LOVE YOU, BUT I WANT YOU ALL TO MYSELF. EITHER YOU LEAVE HER ON YOUR OWN OR I WILL SEDUCE HER AGAIN UNTIL SHE FINALLY LEAVES YOU AND THE WHOLE WORLD WILL KNOW THAT I DID IT AND I AM THE BETTER MAN. NOW MAKE YOUR DECISION, FUCK HEAD.
At that moment, I shot my load into the air and began to moan with a mix between overcoming passion and deep sadness. Somehow I knew a choice had to be made: either I leave my wife or he will seduce her "again" (?) and make it known to the world. I could just see it now. . . on Entertainment Tonight, MRS. CHRIS DAUGHTRY HAS BABY WITH ACE YOUNG. Mud all over my face.
I knew than that I would have to choose or get totally humiliated.
As soon as I came, I was let go and I stood up and asked them to leave, but John Edwards indicated to me that he would not and that he had needed to speak to me. So I paused and sat down anyway. John instructed me with some degree of strange arrogance that hot senator John Thune was coming the next day and that he likes to watch two hot guys getting it on, I guess he meant Ace and myself. I would not look at Ace, I hated him, for even attempting to think he could seduce my wife and ruin our perfect marriage, so I thought.
I told John that I would just go home to check up on my family and then return by evening the next day.
When I went home, I immediately greeted my wife and daughters. I hugged my wife, but for some reason she was somewhat aloof. I knew immediately that we had a problem. I asked her to please put the children down for an afternoon nap and we needed to talk. While in the bedroom, I immediately pur her hand in my lap, but she moved it away. I could not take it. I started to cry and insist on her telling me why she was cold. She just looked out through our bedroom window of our new home, a home I bought for her after I had won and signed a music contract deal with some of the sponsors of American Idol.
I begged her to tell me what was wrong. She said, CHRIS, IT IS HARD FOR ME TO BE HOME ALONE. I DO NOT WANT YOU TO CONTINUE SINGING AND WORKING FOR JOHN EDWARDS. YOU NEED TO LEAVE ALL OF THAT. I WOULD RATHER BE POOR THAN RICH LIKE THIS. IT IS TOO MUCH. AND EVERYTIME YOU COME HOME, YOU WANT TO MAKE LOVE AND TREAT ME LIKE I AM JUST AN OBJECT. I KNOW YOU ARE FOOLING AROUND WITH ANOTHER WOMAN, I CAN FEEL IT IN MY HEART. YOU ARE TOO DISTANT EVEN IN YOUR PASSION. IT'S NOT FOR ME, IT'S FOR YOURSELF.
I was overwhelmed with anger that I walked out and slammed the door behind me, jumped in my pickup truck and drove around that little town where we lived. I just started to really think. How can I live without Ace? How can I live without my wife? Why should I? Then I decided to call Ace and tell him my thoughts. I called him on the cell, something I really did not want to do, but I did.
HI, ACE, THIS IS CHRIS. OKAY, YOU WIN, PUNKHEAD. YOU WIN. I AM YOURS SO WHAT'S THE NEXT STEP. I WILL LEAVE MY WIFE. SHE HATES ME AND YOU MANAGED TO MESS MY HEAD UP. SO, DICKHEAD, YOU WIN. I AM YOURS. I waited and there was a pause on the cell. Ace started to clear his throat when he quietly and romantically began to speak.
CHRIS, YOU KNOW I AM ATTRACTED TO YOU. YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU. YOU KNOW THAT.
I WANT YOU. I CANNOT LIVE WITHOUT YOU AND EVER SINCE WE MET, I REALIZED THAT MY LOVE FOR A GUY IS WHAT MAKES ME HAPPY. I AM SORRY THAT YOU ARE MARRIED AND THAT MY LOVE IS GETTING IN THE WAY, BUT I DO NOT KNOW WHAT TO DO TOO. YOU MAY BE MAD, BUT EVERYTIME WE ARE TOGETHER, YOU SEEM AT PEACE WITH ME. CAN YOU DENY THAT, CHRIS? I NEVER KNEW THAT A GUY CAN MAKE ANOTHER GUY FEEL SO COMPLETE. I WANT YOU, PLEASE COME AND PERMANENTLY WORK FOR JOHN. JOHN THUNE IS COMING TO THE RETREAT CENTER NEXT WEEK AND HE IS INTO WATCHING HOT GUYS GETTING IT ON. YOU WILL HAVE A JOB.
I had to respond. . . ACE, I CANNOT LEAVE MY WIFE, I CANNOT LEAVE MY DAUGHTERS. I CANNOT. I WILL ADMIT THAT I AM IN LOVE WITH YOU TOO AND I WANT TO LET MYSELF GO AND BE YOURS, BUT HOW DO I DO THAT WITHOUT LOSING MY FAMILY. IT'S TOO HARD. I OWE THEM MY LIFE AND ME. HOW CAN I DO THAT? I broke and began to cry. I hate that when I cry all the time. Man, here in North Carolina, men just do not cry like that. I hate it.
Ace continued, THEN LET IT BE OUR SECRET. YOU WORK DURING THE WEEK AT THE RETREAT CENTER, LET JOHN PAY YOU WELL, AND YOU GO HOME ON WEEKENDS. BUT AT THE CENTER, YOU AND I WILL LIVE IN THE SAME ROOM. I NEED YOU IN MY ARMS EVERY NIGHT WHILE YOU ARE THERE. I WILL SHARE YOU WITH YOUR WIFE, BUT I NEED YOU MORE COMPLETELY.
I asked, WHAT DO YOU MEAN, MORE COMPLETELY?
Ace answered, I WANT TO TAKE ALL OF ME AND PUT IT INSIDE OF YOU AND SHOOT MY LOAD INSIDE OF YOUR ASS. THAT IS IMPORTANT TO ME, CHRIS. IT'S A CRAZY FANTASY OF MINE, LIKE PUTTING A FLAG TO STAKE CLAIM OF A PROPERTY. I WANT TO KNOW THAT YOU ARE MINE AND NO ONE CAN DO THAT BUT US. I AM OKAY WITH YOU SERVICING JOHN EDWARDS, BUT NOT WITH YOUR ASS. IT'S MINE AND I WANT TO SHOOT MY CUM WAY INSIDE OF YOUR BODY AND KNOW THAT IT IS THERE, YOU ARE MINE, CHRIS, I WANT TO KNOW THAT.
OK, ACE, I PROMISE. I WILL PATCH THINGS UP WITH MY WIFE AND TELL HER THAT I WILL WORK DURING THE WEEK AT THE RETREAT AND WE CAN TAKE THINGS ONE DAY AT A TIME.
THANKS, CHRIS, Ace whispered, AND I PROMISE NEVER TO INVOLVE YOUR WIFE INTO OUR FANTASY. YOU ARE MY FANTASY, CHRIS, FROM THE MOMENT I SAW YOU GYRATING ON THAT STAGE ON AMERICAN IDOL. I WANT TO BE IN YOU AND I WANT YOU TO BE IN ME, CHRIS, ALWAYS, EVERY NIGHT WE CAN BE TOGETHER.
I LOVE YOU, CHRIS, I MEAN THAT.
I LOVE YOU, ACE, AND I THANK YOU FOR UNDERSTANDING MY SITUATION AND STILL LOVING ME.
Ace concluded, I WILL SEE YOU NEXT WEEK, THEN. TAKE CARE AND REMEMBER ME WHEN YOU ARE ALONE, JUST WHEN YOU ARE ALONE. THINK ABOUT WHAT WE ARE GOING TO FINALLY DO TO SEAL OUR FRIENDSHIP.
The cell phone cut off and I sat there in the middle of the dark North Carolina night, in my pickup truck, and I started to cry from way inside of me. I was so torn between my love for my family and my love for a person who brought me the happiness I had never had in my whole life. And we agreed to keep it a secret yet to commit to each other.
Thanks, guys, for letting me write you all!
See ya!
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