Constituent Services

Constituent Services

Constituent Services

This is a fantasy story and is not intended to depict any real person. All characters are drawn solely from my own imagination. It depicts an encounter between two men that leads to a brief fling.

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Constituent Services

My name is Alejandro Vargas and I’m a sales representative for a high-tech company located in Tucson Arizona. Last July, I was at a conference at a downtown hotel in the state capital. The intern who was supposed to be traveling with me got sick at the last minute and I was alone on this trip. It was a shame really because that intern was a hot little guy with a sweet ass. The way he just about melted every time I touched his shoulder I was sure that I would have been able to tap his ass by the end of the first day of the conference.

I’d booked an extra three days at the hotel because I’d been planning on a hot weekend. Even though I was alone, I decided to keep the reservation. Who knew what would turn up? And this hotel had some excellent facilities. It was Friday and the conference was over. I’d managed to get a bellhop in bed on Wednesday. He was in his early twenties but looked younger. He’d been sexy in a lanky, he looks a lot like jailbait sort of way, but he’d whined about money after we fucked which really pissed me off because I don’t pay for sex. In the end I’d felt sorry for him and thrown him a hundred dollars and told him to get lost.

Friday night found me sitting in the bar, drinking my second bottle of Bohemia Oscura. I’d been eyeing one of the waiters, a tall and somewhat beefy guy with dark blond hair and a handsome square cut jaw. What I could see of his ass through his black trousers looked firm and muscular. I was thinking about sinking my eight inches into that when I noticed the guy sitting at a table by the window, looking out over the pool area. I knew him. At least I knew who he was.

Now this is going to sound strange because when I say the phrase “State Legislator” the first thing that pops into your mind probably isn’t the adjective “sexy”, and most of the time you’d be right. His name was Jacob Meyers. If you haven’t seen him, you have no idea what you’re missing. He was young, probably thirty years old or so, just about three years younger than me, with a handsome boyish face and golden-brown eyes. His skin was fair, and his hair was a light golden brown that looked kissed by the sun. It had enough body that it stood upright with a faint peak in the middle. He’d taken to wearing a short beard that looked like a three-day growth. He must have used a trimmer to keep it at that length because I’d never seen a recent picture of him where he was clean shaven or his beard was any longer, and it had a sharp even outline. To make him even more boyishly handsome, he had a little cleft in his chin, and he had dimples when he smiled.

I’d been lusting after him from the first time I’d seen one of his ads on YouTube. I knew he was married with a young daughter and a younger son, but I saw no sign of any of them. He seemed lost in thought. He represented my district in Tucson so he must not have been here for a political event. I wondered what he was doing in the city. Maybe he had legislative business and had to stay the weekend, but this was a nice hotel for that sort of thing.

I noticed that he was drinking something out of a cocktail glass. It looked like some kind of whisky from where I was sitting. Fuck it! I thought. It couldn’t hurt to try. I picked up my bottle of beer and walked over to his table.

“Hello,” I said. “I don’t want to bother you, but I saw you sitting here and thought I’d come over to let you know that I voted for you, and I think you’re doing a great job.”

He looked up at me. At first he’d seemed annoyed, but then he smiled and replied, “I’m always happy to meet a constituent.”

He held out his hand and I shook it. He had a firm grip and a smile that made his face even more handsome than it usually was. I took his offer of a handshake as an invitation to sit down. If it bothered him, he didn’t let on. Maybe he was just a competent politician, but he seemed pleased to see me.

“Can I get you another drink,” I asked as he finished his.

He put the cherry between his teeth and gently bit it off the stem. My dick stirred a little as he chewed it. It was an innocent gesture, but he was driving me crazy. My skin was a lot darker than his, thanks to my Mexican American heritage, so he didn’t notice that I was flushed with excitement. He wasn’t a small man, probably five ten or five eleven, but I was a few inches taller and much broader through the shoulders.

“Sure, why not?” he said.

I signaled the waiter to bring us both another round and then asked my sexy legislator, “What brings you here on the weekend; business or pleasure?”

He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “A little bit of both,” he admitted. “I’m working with some colleagues to draft legislation to counter the latest atrocity from the Supreme Court and protect a woman’s right to choose in this state, so I need to be here tomorrow at noon, and my wife was supposed to join me tonight, but her mother suddenly can’t take the kids until tomorrow, so ….”

“So, you’re alone tonight,” I said. “So am I. My business partner was supposed to join me on this trip and couldn’t make it, so I’m just going to enjoy this weekend by myself.”

I didn’t mention that the “partner” in question was a twenty-year-old intern with an imminently fuckable ass. I wondered how fuckable Jake Meyer’s ass was. I doubted I’d get a chance to find out, but I was enjoying the opportunity to test that assumption.

“Pardon me for being a politician, but you said you voted for me. Have you donated this election cycle?” he asked with a smile.

I wanted to drag my wallet out and write him a check, which made me think of the bellhop who’d wanted paid for giving me his ass. If I didn’t watch out, this one could cost me a lot more and I still might not get a chance to tap it.

“I can give you a chance to convince me,” I said, “but I’m a hard sell. Do you have time to talk?”

He shrugged. “It seems that I have nothing but time tonight.”

“All my plans fell through, so I’m free tonight,” I said. “I was thinking of ordering a pizza and watching the game in my room. Why don’t you join me and see if you can pry a donation from my greedy fingers?”

He grew serious for a moment and then said, “If I meet with a constituent in private, I must make sure there’s no hint of quid pro quo or anything like that. And I need to know what kind of business you’re in. Sorry. It’s the hazard of being in the public eye.”

I took out a business card and handed it to him. “See?” I asked. “I’m not a lobbyist. I’m a systems analyst for a computer security company. As far as I know, there’s no legislation involving us before the legislature. Besides, we could call this a personal, not business.”

He looked at me quizzically and said, “Personal? Do we know each other?”

I shook my head. “Not really, but you were a few years behind me at the University. You were studying engineering and I was studying computers and information technology. Then you followed me into the business college, but I was finishing my master’s degree when you were just starting. It took me an extra year because I opened my own business, which I later sold to the company where I work for a good number of shares.”

He still looked puzzled, like he was trying to place my face. “We didn’t know each other,” I said. “I read your bio before the last election and noted the similarities. It was like we’d almost met a couple of times.”

He seemed strangely relieved that he wasn’t missing anything important. He was a little tipsy and it gave his eyes a dreamy look. “Come on,” I urged him. “You don’t want to stay down here drinking. I don’t see any reporters, but you never know where they could be lurking.”

He stood up and I told the bartender to add the tab to my hotel bill. Then I told him to send up a pitcher with another three bourbon sours and three bottles of bohemia oscura. I guided Jake up to my room on the second floor. He wasn’t that drunk, but he was a little lightheaded. He was a Tucson legislator in Phoenix. I doubted that anyone here would recognize him even they were a reporter.

We got to my room, and he immediately excused himself to use the bathroom. I was not disappointed by the sight of his tight ass in those thin trousers. I ordered a pizza while he was in the bathroom. I ordered a vegetarian combo because I knew Jake was Jewish. I didn’t know if he kept kosher, but meat and cheese was a forbidden combo.

My room had a small sitting room, so I didn’t have to maneuver him onto the bed right away. He sat down and started explaining his platform. I didn’t really care. I knew that we agreed on every issue that was important to me. He was pro-women, pro-immigrant, pro-LGBTQ, pro-Environment, pro-Living Wage, and pro-social and economic justice.  I listened politely until the drinks arrived, then I took the pitcher and poured him another Bourbon sour. The bartender had put three cherries in a separate glass. I opened another beer for myself.

I sat next to him on the couch and put an arm on the back of the cushion. I nodded at all the right points and let my hand fall onto his far shoulder, as if by accident. He was earnest and passionate. I was moved, really I was, but I kept watching his lips. My fingers stroked his neck, and he took a deep breath. I could see that he was beginning to tent his trousers.

“I’m not gay, Alejandro,” he said, weakly like he was trying to convince himself.

I leaned forward so that I was only a few inches away from his face and I let my finger stroke his earlobe. “What was that?” I whispered.

“I’m not gay, and I have a wife and two kids,” he said quietly. His lips were quivering, but his pupils were dilated. He was breathing slowly, and his cock was hard and pressing against his pants. He could say that he wasn’t gay (and he probably wasn’t) but he was definitely aroused.

I kissed his soft lips gently. One hand stroked his neck from behind and the other traced his jawline. He let out a whimper and parted his lips. I slipped my tongue inside his mouth and pressed my lips hard against his. I could feel his rough golden beard on my face as I rubbed my equally scruffy black beard against his chin.

“Shh,” I said when I broke the kiss. “No one will ever know and I’m not trying to steal you away from your wife.”

I let my fingers gently press against his erection. “Besides, you want this don’t you?” I asked.

“No,” he mumbled. “I’m not gay.”

I kissed him again and pressed on his erection with a little more force. “Be honest,” I said. “No one will know what we’re doing. Do you want me to continue?”

He bit his lip, making himself even cuter if that was even possible. He seemed distressed for a moment, then he took a deep breath and whispered, “Yes.”

I kissed his bristly neck and continued to press on his hard cock. It seemed like it was a good size, maybe a little smaller than mine. “What did you say?” I asked. “Say it louder.”

“Yes, dammit!” he moaned. “I want you to … you know. I want you to have sex with me.”

I loosened his tie and then I grabbed his shirt and ripped it open. At least one button went flying across the room. I could see his chest. He wasn’t ripped, but he had some definition. He was covered with a light sprinkling of golden-brown hair on his pecs and in a trail running down to his navel and then into his pants. He wore a golden Star of David between his pecs. I kissed his chest and then licked his nipple, which immediately grew hard. I bit him gently, being careful to leave no marks to betray him to his wife.

“Damn that feels good, Alejandro,” he groaned. “My wife never … I mean no one has ever done what you’re doing to me. Why do I feel it in my dick when you bite my nipples?”

I moved back up to his lips and I thrust my tongue inside his mouth. He stopped being passive and started kissing me back, using his tongue to duel with mine. This was better than I’d hoped. Most of the time, so-called straight boys would just lay there like they could deny being gay if they didn’t participate and just let it happen. Jake was beginning to get into it.

“Does your wife suck your dick?” I asked him.

He sighed and replied, “She did once, but she said she didn’t like it.”

I undid his belt and then pulled his pants open. He was wearing gray boxer briefs and they were soaked with precum. I pulled his pants down over his hips and said, “I’m going to suck your dick tonight, Jake, and then ….”

“Are you going to fuck me?” he asked with another whine.

I looked into his gorgeous eyes. There was a little fear, but mostly I saw curiosity … and maybe a little anticipation, like he’d decided to have sex with me, and he was going to enjoy it.

“Do you want me to fuck you tonight?” I asked, sliding a hand between his legs and under his butt to press against his hole.

He gasped and said, “I don’t know. I’ve never had anything inside me, and … won’t it hurt?”

I pulled his boxer briefs down and revealed his seven inches or so of beautifully shaped, perfectly tapered circumcised cock. I preferred an uncut man, but I knew Jake was Jewish and his dick was pretty enough despite missing its foreskin.

“It’ll probably hurt a little bit,” I said. Then I kissed him again and added, “because you’re a virgin, but then it will feel good.”

“If I don’t like it, can we stop?” he asked, like a kid asking for permission.

I laughed. “I’m not going to do anything to you that you don’t want me to do, Jake.”

He smiled at me and asked, “Do you want to fuck me?”

I pulled his pants and underwear off completely, but I left his damaged shirt hanging open and his lose tie around his neck. I took his hand and pulled him off the couch and wrapped my arms around him. The top of his head came up to my eyebrows, making him the perfect height so far as I was concerned. I turned his chin up so I could look into his eyes and kiss him again.

He wrapped his arms around my waist and hugged me back. He was getting into it, and he made sure to kiss me back as aggressively as I was kissing him. When we took a break, I looked into his eyes. Their color reminded me of a tiger’s eyes.

“I’ve wanted to fuck you from the moment I first saw your campaign ad on YouTube,” I told him. “I think you’re one of the sexiest men I’ve ever seen, and that was despite a total absence of shirtless pictures of you on the internet. I had to use my imagination, but the reality is so much better than what I imagined.”

I cupped his butt in my hands. They weren’t muscular like someone who went to the gym and obsessed over their glutes like I did, but they weren’t flabby. They were soft enough for me to squeeze and they were smooth, with only a hint of hair.

“No one ever talks about my body like you do,” he said. “My wife says that I’m good-looking, but you make me feel like you really mean it.”

I pulled him over to the bed and pushed him back onto the mattress. “Let me tell you how sexy you are, Jacob Meyers,” I said as I flung myself down next to him. “First of all, there’s this look. Your shirt torn open, your tie hanging in a loose knot around your neck, naked except for that and your socks. Your body is lean and sexy, with a light but manly covering of hair, not too much, but not too little.”

I tweaked his nipples and made him gasp with pleasure. Then I continued, “Your nipples are small, but perky.”

I traced a finger down to his navel and tickled him. “Despite a busy schedule and desk job, your abdomen is flat and firm.”

I started to move my hand down to his cock, but I pulled it back with a smile and stroked his hair instead. “Your hair is wavy, and it looks like it’s been kissed by the sun,” I said. “And your forehead is smooth; your eyebrows are bushy enough to look just a little unruly, and they frame these sexy golden eyes of yours.”

I kissed his nose and said, “Your nose is firm and powerful.”

I kissed his lips and added, “Your lips are wonderfully shaped and just full enough to make you look sensual and sexy.”

Then I kissed the cleft in his chin. “This stunning chin makes you look like a model or a movie star,” I said.

Then I slid down quickly and kissed the head of his cock, tasting the precum that had accumulated there. “And what can I say about this gorgeous cock of yours,” I said. It’s big and powerful and tapers to a sexy pink head that looks ready for business.”

I fondled his balls in my right hand and he took a deep breath. “And these sweet jewels are big and sensitive.”

I kissed them and then licked up his shaft to the head. The look on his face was precious. I thought he was going to cry. Few straight men ever heard anyone praise their body this way. He put one hand on my head and said, “My cock is smaller than yours.”

I laughed. “Not by much, Jake. And it’s the perfect size for me to do this.”

I swallowed him to the root in one motion. He was maybe six and half inches, a little less than I’d estimated before. I could guess the size better with my mouth than my eyes. I was an expert cocksucker, so I didn’t choke.

“Fuck me!” he yelled. “That is un-fucking-believable, Alejandro. Oh my God! Keep doing that!”

I breathed through my nose and hummed in my throat. I used my tongue to stroke the bottom of his shaft and I sucked as hard as I could. I used one hand to gently massage his balls and slid the other under his butt to stroke his hole. I almost came myself when I felt that furry crack. The sparse hair on his cheeks had fooled me into thinking he was going to be smooth as a teen down there as well, but I was pleasantly surprised to feel that he had a manly ass to go with his manly body. Don’t get me wrong. I loved young guys and I could eat a smooth boy hole for hours, but there was something about a man’s ass that really turned me on.

I could feel Jake’s balls drawing up close to his body and I knew his orgasm was close. I squeezed them just a little and pressed against his hole. He screamed, “Fuck me! I’m cumming! Take it! Take my load, Alejandro!”

I swallowed his cum and then pulled off him, sucking the last few drops from his cock as I did. Jake’s hands were entwined in my hair. I climbed up and lay down next to him. This was the moment of truth. I’d blown straight men before, and this was the point where they usually got embarrassed and made some excuse to leave. Jake rolled over and touched my face.

“No one ever made me feel as sexy as you did tonight, and then you … the way you sucked my cock. I felt like my head was exploding. I saw fucking stars when I came, Alejandro,” he said, shaking his head. “What does this mean? Have I been wrong about myself all these years? Am I living a lie? That orgasm was the best I ever had. Does it mean that I’m gay? Am I bi?”

I risked it and I gave him a kiss. He kept his lips tightly closed until I pulled back. Then he heaved a sigh, grabbed my face with both hands and kissed me instead. I opened my mouth and let him put his tongue in my mouth. I kissed him back and we each stroked the other’s sides and arms with a gentle touch.

He sounded desperate. “What does it mean, Alejandro? Tell me,” he begged.

“It doesn’t mean anything more than you want it to mean, Jake,” I said. “The only thing it has to mean is that you and I are together right now, that we’re enjoying each other’s body, and that we’re having a sexy good time.”

He smiled that beautiful boyish smile of his and then said, “I’ve decided that I want to return the favor, but I am going to give you the shittiest blowjob you’ve ever had because I haven’t the damnedest idea how to suck a cock. Try not to hurt my feelings too much when I’m done.”

Then this gorgeous man began to kiss his way down my chest. “Damn you must work out a lot,” he said. “Your chest is ripped, and it has this coat of black silky hair.”

He looked up at me and shrugged. “I suck at this too. I shouldn’t be turned on by a man’s hairy chest, but I am. I just had the best orgasm ever, and I’m getting excited again. Fuck it. I’m going to shut up before I embarrass myself and I’m going to suck your cock now.”

I was laughing at his admission of incompetence. It was raw and honest. He licked the trail of hair down to my pubes and then took hold of my cock in his hands. “Fuck me that’s big,” he said.

Sure, I was bigger than average, but not by that much. 98% of men were between five and six and half inches. I had eight, which made me a two percenter, but not huge compared to porn stars on the internet.

He wasn’t really waiting for an answer. He tried to swallow my cock in one motion like I’d done to him, but he choked and coughed up phlegm. I looked into his watery eyes and said, “Don’t hurt yourself, sexy. Take it slow and just take the head in your mouth if that’s all that will fit. It’s enough for me that you want to do it. Just do as much as you can.”

He nodded and started licking. He didn’t seem to know what to do with a foreskin, so I reached down and pulled it back, revealing the head. Jake kissed the sensitive head and licked around it. He wasn’t wrong. It was a shitty blowjob, but it still felt good. If I weren’t so horny from the fact that it was my sexy state legislator licking and sucking on the head of my cock, I’d probably have lost my erection completely. I could feel his teeth almost as often as his tongue, but he was trying.

When I looked into his gorgeous amber brown eyes, bobbing just a few inches above my cock, I felt my own orgasm drawing near. I didn’t want to scare him off, so I told him, “I’m going to cum any minute now. If you don’t want to swallow it, pull off my cock.”

He pulled back and stroked my cock with his hand. He was staring intently at the head, like he was trying to decide something, then he closed his eyes and swallowed just the head. My cock contracted and then suddenly expanded, shooting my load into his mouth. He swallowed, scraping my cock a little with his teeth, but he didn’t take his mouth off my dick until I’d shot the last of my load.

“Was that too bad?” he asked plaintively.

“You were great for a first-time cocksucker,” I lied to him.

He cringed a little at the name then came up and kissed me. We were still kissing when we were interrupted by a knock on the door.

“Stay in here out of sight,” I said, grabbing my robe and wallet before opening the door to get the pizza.

I must have been completely preoccupied by the sexy man in my bed, because I paid almost no attention to the sexy Latino guy with the well-groomed beard who delivered the pizza. Ordinarily I would have been flirting and trying to get his number.

I waited for the door to close completely before I carried the box into the bedroom and announced, “I hope you’re okay with a veggie combo. I wasn’t sure if you kept kosher.”

“I try,” he said, “and I love veggie pizza.”

I threw off my robe, so I was as naked as Jake was. I didn’t want to risk him deciding to leave once he put his pants back on. We sat on the bed and ate a few pieces of pizza, making small talk. I noticed that he talked about his college, his office, and his business, but he didn’t mention his family. I assumed that he was trying not the think about them while we were … on a date? On a hook-up? Whatever this was.

We ate half the pizza. As I was packing up the pizza and putting it in the minifridge, Jake asked, “So, I asked this earlier. Are you going to fuck me tonight, Alejandro?”

“Do you still want me to fuck you tonight?” I asked.

Jake bit his bottom lip in that totally sexy way he had, then he said, “Alejandro, I don’t know if I will ever be with a man again. If you don’t fuck me tonight, I will wonder all my life what it was like. I’m here and I’ve already done several things I hadn’t done before, so fuck me please, before I change my mind.”

“Alright then!” I agreed. “Let me get things ready.”

I grabbed a towel and put it down on the bed. I didn’t expect him to cum from getting fucked, not as painful as first times could be and not considering he’s just had a massive orgasm earlier, but I didn’t want to freak him out with an enema, and I didn’t want a mess on the sheets. He was newbie and probably didn’t want to think about all the ramifications of what we were about to do. I set a big bottle of lube next to it and then set a condom next to that.

After positioning both pillows from the bed onto at one end of the towel, I said, “Let’s get your sexy ass up in the air. Lie down with your abdomen on the pillow.”

He seemed eager to follow my instructions and he positioned himself as I’d instructed. I took hold of his cock and made sure it wasn’t under him. It was pointing down along the backside of the pillows. I pulled his mostly smooth cheeks apart to look at his crack. It wasn’t as hairy as I’d thought, but it had a nice trail of golden-brown fuzz running along it. I leaned forward and inhaled, getting a whiff of Jake’s manly aroma. It smelled of his body odor and the same muskiness that arisen from his groin. I saw that perfect little rosebud nestled in there and I couldn’t resist; I licked it with my tongue. It tasted like him.

“That feels really fucking good, Alejandro,” Jake said. “I … fuck me … just keep doing that.”

“You taste good Jake,” I said, “Manly and delicious.”

Then I licked up and down the crack, soaking it in my saliva, before pressing my face to his ass and probing him with my tongue. Jake was moaning incoherently as I thrust inside him. Like all novice bottoms, his hole clenched tight until I teased it enough to make it relax. He seemed to instinctively realize when his rosebud had opened because his whole body relaxed.

I squirted a generous amount of lube on my fingers and began rubbing his relaxed hole. It tightened momentarily before relaxing again. I stuck my index finger inside and stroked his sphincter muscles. It wasn’t quite long enough to stroke the whole length of his prostate, but my middle finger was able to do it easily enough.

When I touched it from the inside, Jake yelped and said, “Fuck me, Alejandro. Whatever you’re doing, it feels so God dammed good. Don’t stop doing it.”

I worked more lube inside his ass and played with his hole some more. Jake was moaning and his hands were clenching and unclenching on the bed sheets. My fingers were clean. I was impressed. Jake must’ve made a habit of eating high fiber food unless he was secretly an enema fetishist.

I rolled a condom down over my cock and then moved between his legs and lined my cock up with his hole. It was as relaxed as it was going to be. I pushed a few inches inside before he could start clenching his hole closed again.

I stroked his back and kissed his neck. “The head of my cock is inside you now, Jake,” I said. “I’m going to be as gentle as I can, but you’re like an untouched virgin, feeling a man for the first time. It’s going to hurt while I’m going in.”

“Just do it, Alejandro,” he said, through gritted teeth. I admired his persistence.  

“Try to push out when I tell you,” I said. “It will make it less painful when I go in. Push out when I go in and then we can both relax.”

“Push when you push,” he repeated. “I’ve got it.”

I looked down at his back. It was mostly smooth, but it was a little fuzzy just above his butt. His waist was trim, and his ass was round and sexy. This man was made to get fucked. Too bad he was straight, or mostly straight, or whatever.

I pushed in and then waited for his ass to relax and accommodate me. He cried out with a sharp gasp of pain, and he grabbed handfuls of sheet and twisted them around. I pushed in again. Every time I did, I sank another inch or so inside him. Jake was whimpering and trying not to cry. He’d lost his erection, but he was still trying his damnedest to help me get inside him. I could easily fall in love with this guy, but that was never going to happen.

With a final push, I sank all eight inches inside him. He squealed whenever I sank all the way in because I was filling his entire rectum and pressing against the inner sphincter to his colon. I didn’t need anymore space. I was only about a quarter inch too long I thought.

“I’m inside you now, Jake,” I said, stroking his back gently. “I’m going to stay where I am until you relax and then I’m going to try and make you feel good. It may not happen tonight because this is your first time getting fucked, but I hope it will.”

“I trust you Alejandro. Even if I don’t cum or get excited tonight, I still want to do it,” he said.

I started fucking him. At first I pulled out only and inch and then thrust back inside. Then it was two inches. I pumped more lube onto my cock when I pulled it out and hoped that I could push it in with my cock when I thrust inside. Each time I pulled out, I pulled out a little further.

Once I was sure he was going to stay relaxed, I pulled out and said, “Let’s turn you over. It’s easier to get inside when you’re on your stomach, but it’s easier for me to hit that magic spot inside you if you’re on your back.”

Jake rolled over and I rearranged the pillows so he could rest his hips on them. I pushed his legs back and said, “grab hold of your knees and gold them until I’m inside you again.”

I loved fucking a guy in this position. I could see their face and all the delightful expression that came across them as they experienced pain, pleasure, and everything in between. And those expressions were even more adorable on Jake’s handsome face.

I used more lube to make sure he hadn’t gone dry and then I pushed inside him again. There was nowhere near so much resistance as there had been the first time. I was able to start fucking him again in just a few minutes. Both of us were coated in sweat and both of us were breathing hard. I knew that I wasn’t going to last long. His ass was too tight and sexy, and his face was too goddamned cute.

I pulled his legs back and wrapped them around my waist. “You don’t have to hold them anymore,” I said.

Then I leaned forward and kissed Jake’s scruffy chin. I took his hands in mine and interlaced our fingers, then I started kissing his lips while I was pounding his ass. He was moaning around my tongue, but he was still kissing me back, his tongue dueling with mine. He started grunting and I could feel that his cock had gotten hard again.

“Is it feeling good now, Jake?” I asked.

“Yeah, it is,” he grunted. “I can’t believe that it feels so good and hurts so bad at the same time. My fucking dick is hard and you’re hitting that spot inside me with every thrust. If getting fucked in the ass feels this good, why doesn’t everyone do it?”

I chuckled a bit at that. “I have no idea, Jake,” I admitted. “I’m gay and I’ve never understood why all guys didn’t get fucked all day long every goddamned day.”

I was getting close again. I let go of Jake’s hands so I could kneel upright while fucking him. His cock was hard, but I could tell he wasn’t going to cum just from me pounding his prostate, so I took hold of his cock and stroked it slowly while I fucked him. He started moaning and moving his ass against me. His handsome sexy face was scrunched, and I knew he was getting close now. I wanted him to cum first, not just because I believed that it was a top’s duty to make sure his bottom came first, but also because I wanted him to experience an orgasm with my cock in his ass. There was no other feeling like cumming with something inside you, feeling your hole clamp down on something, unable to close it completely. If he never had sex with another man, I wanted him to have this experience at least once.

“I’m cumming, Alejandro! Fuck me! Fuck me harder!” he yelled.

And then his cock spewed all over his chest and his sexy hole clamped down on my cock and I couldn’t hold back anymore. I started cumming, shooting inside his ass. I grabbed his thighs and held on as I gave a final shove, burying myself inside him. I sank in as far as I could go, making him cry out again. Then we collapsed against one another.

We lay arm in arm on top of the sheet, kissing and cuddling for a few minutes and then I wrapped my arms around him and held him while we fell asleep. I wanted to let him fuck me, but we were both too tired that night.

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In the morning, Jake woke up before me. He was sitting naked on the bed, looking at his phone. I put a hand on his knee and said, “Good morning, stud. How are you feeling this morning?”

“My ass hurts,” he said, but he was grinning. “What do we do know?”

“What do you want to do?” I asked.

“My wife will be leaving Tucson at 3:00 this afternoon. I don’t think I can handle your cock inside me again,” he said. “It was fucking amazing, but I can’t do it again. I must go back to my life and ….”

He shook his head, and I finished his though for him, “You need to forget this ever happened.”

“Fuck no, man!” he said. “I am never going to forget what you showed me. I’m grateful, Alejandro. I just need to go back to my life because … I love my wife and I love my kids and I don’t want to do anything to jeopardize that.”

I stroked his naked, hairy thigh and said, “There is one thing we haven’t done, if you want to try it.”

Jacob smiled that sexy smile of his at me and asked, “Do you want me to fuck you?”

I kissed his knee and said, “Of course I want you to fuck me. You’re a sexy beast and I get hard every time I look at you. The question is, do you want to fuck me?”

“Fuck yeah!” he said. “It’ll complete the cycle. I think I fuck better than I suck dick, so hopefully it’ll feel good.”

I jumped up. “Let me use the bathroom first and I’ll be right back out,” I said. “Don’t leave. You owe me a fuck.”

I ran to the bathroom and took a good dump. Then I brushed my teeth and jumped in the shower. It had a detachable shower nozzle, so I was able to clean my rectum out well enough to keep from freaking him out. It was less than ten minutes when I came back out. I kissed him and cringed.

“My breath must taste like shit,” he said. “My toothbrush is in my room, and I couldn’t brush my teeth.”

I kissed his forehead and said, “Run in and use my toothbrush. We had each other’s cocks in our mouths last night. I wouldn’t worry about my saliva on a toothbrush.”

He shrugged and replied, “Makes sense. I’ll be right back.”

He went into the bathroom and brushed his teeth. I could hear him showering as well before he came back out. He looked fresh and clean. I’d already laid out the lube and a fresh condom. I climbed up on the bed and lay back on my back with my legs spread. “Come and fuck me, Jacob,” I said.

He climbed on the bed and said, “Turn over. If I’m going to do this right, I need to eat your ass first, don’t I?”

“You don’t have to, if you’re not ready for that, Jacob,” I said. “I can relax easily enough, but if you do want to do it, I’m clean and ready for you.”

“Turn over, Alejandro,” he insisted. “I’m committed to doing this thing properly, just like you did for me.”

I rolled over and stuck my butt up in the air. I felt Jacob’s hands on my cheeks and then I heard him say, “Damn your ass is like two solid muscles. You must work out a lot.”

“A couple of hours in the gym every day,” I said. “I’m single so I have more free time than you.”

I felt Jake’s breath on my crack, then I felt his tongue. He was tentative at first and I was glad that I’d cleaned myself up. Then he licked my hole and began teasing it with his tongue. Maybe he spent a lot of time eating his wife’s pussy or something, he knew what he was doing this morning. He used his tongue to lap gently around my hole and then teased it with his tongue until I relaxed and let him in.

He pulled back and said, “This wasn’t so different. I know how to do this. Roll over so I can do it looking at you.”

I rolled over and looked up into his handsome face. He was giving me that smile again and he said, “You are a handsome man, Alejandro. You look like some sort of Mexican soap opera star.”

Then he started lubing up my ass. “I know how to do this part, too,” he said happily. “I have to use lube on my wife before we have sex.”

“You’re doing a good job, Jacob,” I told him.

I sensed that he needed some encouragement. It was harder for a self-identified straight guy to take an active role in gay sex than it was to lie back and let a gay guy take charge. “Keep it up,” I said. “Your fingers feel great inside me.”

That much was true. He had the art of the finger banging down. He stroked my ass and kept working the lube inside. When his fingers brushed my prostate I jumped and said, “That’s the spot right there. When you fuck me, try to hit that spot.”

“Yes sir!” he said, giving me salute before rolling a condom on his dick.

I pulled my legs up to give him easy access, and he wasted no time sliding inside me. He thrust inside from a couple of different angles until he hit my prostate. I jumped and let him know that was it. His fucking technique was good. He hit that spot with almost every stroke, and it felt amazin. The pressure was beginning to build inside my perineum, and I felt like I was going to pee. I knew that sensation and I was going to cum just from his expert fucking.

When I came, it was one of those slow pulsing eruptions that wasn’t quite an orgasm. Each pump pushed more cum out of me until I was done. But Jacob just relaxed for a minute or so and started pumping again. It took him about fifteen minutes of fucking to get me on the edge again. I was breathing shallowly, and I gasped, “You’re good at this Jacob. You could teach a master class in fucking.”

He smiled at me and said, “Everything yesterday was new to me, but this is something I’ve been doing for years. It’s not that different from fucking a girl except that your ass is so much tighter than any vagina I’ve ever fucked. Alejandro, I am enjoying your ass, but I don’t know if I can hold back much longer.”

I started spewing again and I cried out, “Damn it, Jacob, I’m cumming again, you sexy stud.”

He gave up trying to get a third orgasm out of me and he threw his head back and yelled, “Take my cum, Alejandro. Take it! Take my cock. I’m breeding your ass and it feels great!”

We fell into an exhausted heap and lay there for about an hour. Then we got up and took a shower together before we got dressed. I had plenty of clothes, so I loaned him a shirt since I’d ripped the buttons off the one he’d worn last night.

We stood quietly, hugging and kissing. When we pulled apart, Jacob said, “Does it make me a prostitute if I ask you for a campaign donation after all that?”

“Jacob Meyers, you have my vote. As for a donation, I made one while you were showering. I was going to do it anyway. I just wanted to get you up here last night so I could get into your pants,” I admitted. “But if you were a prostitute, it would have been worth every penny.”

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I saw Jacob Meyers periodically after that, but we never hooked up again. For all that the public knew he had never been unfaithful, and as far I knew he was never unfaithful again.