This is an adult story intended for adults. It is a fantasy, so I again remind you that I have done away with the requirements of safe sex, and have included no gestures toward common sense either. These are all new stories. Please e-mail me if you have any suggestions or comments.
Special Assistant.
By Bald Hairy Man e-mail bldhrymn@aol.com or bldhrymn@yahoo.com
It was near the end of a campaign stop in Suburban Washington and I was at a reception in a local hotel with the locals. I was talking to a good-looking guy who was as rabidly conservative as I had ever met. I move in those circles, so I've met sone odd ones. This guy looked normal, he was somewhat muscular and clean cut but didn't have the prissy look of College Republicans. His hand brushed across my leg. I didn't react and we continued to talk.
A minute or two later his hand brushed my leg again. It wasn't an accident, but I didn't react. We talked a little bit longer and I excused myself and said I needed to take a pit stop.
"The ballroom restroom is a zoo," he said. "The head on the mezzanine is a lot quieter. It's near the barber shop."
I left the ball room, walked by the rest room. There was a line, so I went up the small stairs to the mezzanine. The mezzanine had been a service floor and now housed a beauty parlor, barber shop and some offices. It was quiet and cool compared to the ball room. I entered the rest room and went to the urinals. They were behind a screen wall.
My cock was out and piss streamed into the fixture when the door opened. It was my friend from the ball room. He saddled up to the urinal next to me and pulled out his cock. "You know, if a guy so much as mentions needing to piss, I need to go a minute later," he said.
I laughed. "That happens to me sometimes." I said. When I was done, I shook my cock to get the last drops of piss off. He looked over at it. He was still pissing. I didn't move, but I did stroke my cock to squeeze the last drops out.
"This was a good event. What do you do in the campaign?" he asked.
"I'm a Special Assistant to the Press Secretary," I said. "The name is Jason Smith."
"Just call me Ronnie, Ronnie Billings," he said. "What exactly does a Special Assistant do?"
"Assistants do the real work. Special Assistants make coffee and sharpen pencils," I said. Ronnie laughed. "My Dad is a big donor," I added in explanation. Ronnie had stopped pissing and was stoking his cock. It looked good. He reached over and stoked my cock.
"Do you have any spare time for relaxation?" he asked. I looked around the room, but there was no one there.
"I'm done for the night. I was planning to go home after the reception." I said. "I live in Columbia, MD."
"That a long drive you have from here. I've got a room up stairs," Ronnie said.
"Are you alone?"
"Yes," he said. "I'm in room 724. Drop by if you're interested, I'll be there in fifteen minutes." I zipped up and left. At first I wasn't sure I would go, but as the minutes ticked by, the desire to get my rocks off built up.
Returning to the ball room I checked in with my boss and found everything was taken care of. I saw Ronnie on the other side of the room talking with some locals. He left. About fifteen minutes later I left and took the elevator to the 7th floor. When I knocked on the door, Ronnie opened it immediately. He must have known I was coming.
"Come on in Jason," he said as he pulled me into the room. "Would you like a drink? I'm fully stocked." I asked for a gin and tonic. "Get yourself comfortable while I make it." He was wearing a white terrycloth robe. He dropped to robe and made the drink naked. I stripped.
He gave me the drink and asked if it was okay. I said, "yes." He dropped to his knees and started sucking my cock. I almost embarrassed myself by shooting off then and there. I managed to hold back.
I put the drink down. "Let me suck you," I whispered. He stood and I tried him. His cock was perfect for sucking. Long and curved, he had a big, cut cock head and was already oozing pre cum. I licked the head and then deep throated him.
He moaned. "Take it baby! Take it!" We worked our way to the bed and 69ed. It was great. We took a few breathers to keep from shooting off too fast.
The phone rang. Ronnie answered it and mumbled into the phone. "Call me again in two minutes," he said, then he looked at me. "Jason, I have an old friend who wants to visit," he ecplained. "I guess you could say we all share the same interests. Would you be interested in a threesome?"
To tell you the truth, I wasn't, but that wasn't what I told Ronnie. I was so horny he could have said a rugby team was coming over to gang rape me and I'd have said yes. The phone rang a minute later and Ronnie told the guy to come up.
Shortly there was a quiet rap on the door. Ronnie answered it and let the man in. "Tommy, this is Jason, a new friend of mine," Ronnie said. Tommy looked at me, said, "Hi," and started to take his clothes off.
"You boys seem to have a head start," he said in a deep bass voice. Tommy was tall and massive, with a wrestler's physique. He was 55 or 60 years old, with steel gray hair and a clipped mustache. Ronnie was pale and smooth, he shaved his head and body except for a cube of hair where is cock joined his body. I'm tall, thin and have a hairy chest and a treasure tail to my bush. Tommy was a massive bear. Above his neck his hair was clipped short and manicured; below he was almost shaggy.
"His not your type," Tommy said Ronnie as he looked me over.
"Do you think you can make do?" Ronnie asked.
Tommy smiled, "I don't think it will be a problem. I'm so horny, I could fuck Godzilla," he replied. I wasn't sure about him. Suddenly I realized who he was. Tommy was Thomas A. Stannart, an undersecretary at DOD. He was said to be one of the most important men in Washington.
"Jason, I'm here for one thing and one thing only," Tommy said, "Do you have any problem with that?" Tommy looked at my semi-hard cock and smiled, then Ronnie laughed.
"You're talking too much, Tommy," Ronnie said. "Jason's cock is doing his talking for him." Tommy was naked now. His cock was a Kielbasa-sized, uncut tube of man meat. He was at half staff. I got off the bed on onto my knees and tried to take the organ. It didn't fit, but it sure was fun trying.
I couldn't believe how excited I was. Ronnie had revved me up, but Tommy sent me into turbo drive. In Washington they say power is an aphrodisiac. I couldn't believe this powerful man let me suck him.
"He's a hot one," Tommy said to Ronnie. "I think he's a keeper."
"Better than Evan?" Ronnie asked.
"Damn right!" Tommy replied. Thinking back the conversation should have been a warning, but I was so excited, I didn't notice the significance. I was holding Tommy's balls as I nursed his cock head. He began to ooze precum. This drove me crazy.
At the time I was the poster boy for the closeted, gay man on the make. My parents raised me as a good, conventional boy, whose main function was to inherit the family business and not make waves. My homosexual experiences were limited and not very successful. There were a few blow jobs in an Adult book store and a pick up while out of town on business. I thought of gay sex as sordid and dirty. I had never been brave enough to actually spend a night with a man and never had a continuing relationship.
When I said, the experiences weren't successful, that doesn't mean they weren't sexually exciting. After the first time I gave a guy a blow job, I swore I'd never do that again. That oath lasted a week. I was driven to want man sex. The more times I experimented with it, the more I wanted it.
Somehow, it was hard for me to believe anyone else would like it as much as me. I was sure I was the only conservative Republican boy who liked cock. I had tasted precum a few times before seconds before my trick shot off. Tommy was a big time oozer, with lots of cock juice. It was sweet and thick and almost intoxicating. I found myself milking him, coaxing the fluid from his balls. I couldn't believe this powerful man enjoyed what I was doing, but the proof was dribbling from his slit.
"Milk me baby!" Tommy moaned. "Suck my balls dry!" I was more than willing to do this. I continued sucking, Tommy's cock continued drooling the sweet cock juice. His cock was huge, but when it was hard it dropped, so I could get quiet a bit of it in my mouth and down my throat.
"What's his ass like?" Tommy asked Ronnie.
"I don't know," Ronnie replied. "We hadn't got that far yet."
Tommy took my head into his bear like paws and pushed me off his cock. "Do you like it in the ass?" he asked.
"I don't know," I said. "I've never done it."
"I like to shoot my load deep in a hot ass," Tommy said. "Do you think you can help me out?"
"Oh yes!" I said. I didn't mean this either, but I didn't want to do anything which might displease him. I wanted his cock that much.
"That's a good boy. I like good attitude in my boys," Tommy said. "I'm big, let me get Ronnie to pop you and I'll take sloppy seconds. He's smaller than me and will open you up really good. Ronnie's long, he can get the lube deep." Tommy wasn't asking me if this was what I wanted. He was telling me the way things would be.
We went over to the bed. Tommy sat on the edge. He told me to get on my hands and knees. "You keep on sucking me, you're really good at that, but keep your ass high, so Ronnie can fuck you," he told me. I did as he said. "Spread your legs wide, I want your hole open." I glanced back and saw Ronnie's rod. His cock head seemed bigger than I had thought.
Tommy laughed. "Just keep your attention on my cock," he said. "It may sting some when that head of his pops through, but it will be clear sailing after that." By now Ronnie was fingering my ass. His hands were coated in lubricant and were soothing. He worked a finger into my hole. That wasn't bad.
"Nice and warm in there?" Tommy asked. "Tight?"
"Tight and hot," Ronnie said. "Just the way you like them." Tommy squirted an extra glob of precum.
"Lubricate him well, but don't take too much time. I'm horny as hell," Tommy remarked. A second later, I felt Ronnie's cock at my hole. Hew was making small thrusts. My ass was resisting.
"Pop him!" Tommy ordered. Ronnie thrust hard and his cock went deep. I was winded. There was a sharp pain. His cock was all they way in my ass, but Ronnie was still.
"Jason, don't forget to suck me. Keep your eyes on the prize," Tommy said. "When he relaxes start pumping," he told Ronnie.
"Do you want me to shoot my load?" Ronnie asked.
"If you can shoot off fast enough, go ahead," Tommy said. "You know I like sloppy seconds, but I'm hot and ready." Ronnie began to slowly pump. As soon as I got use to that pace, he would increase the speed. As Ronnie pumped faster, Tommy's precum turned from a dribble to a flow. The cock in my ass hurt some, but Tommy's cock juice made that seem like a minor inconvenience.
Ronnie began to gasp and moan. He made two of three hard thrusts and then was still. I knew he was shooting in my ass.
"Damn, I still can believe you can control your orgasms!" Tommy exclaimed. "You should be in Ripley's Believe It, or Not." He took my head into his hands again. "Now Jason, you ain't a virgin anymore. Do you think you can take my fucker?" I nodded. He smiled at me. "I like boys with good attitude. Why don't you get up here on the bed with me and sit on it. It will be easier for you."
Tommy was on his back. I coated his cock with lubricant. "Straddle me and then just sit back. Take your time," he said.
"I thought you were rushed?" Ronnie commented.
Tommy smiled. "Once I'm in Jason's ass, I can take my time." His cock was huge. I placed it at my hole and began to sit back. It took some doing. His cock head was as big as Ronnie's, but the shaft was as thick. It was a true club cock.
I did take my time, but it was better than I thought it would be. It hurt more than Ronnie's, but it was more exciting. Oddly, I sensed I could easily get to enjoy Tommy's cock. It was about eight inches, and when six or so inches were in me, I began to grind my ass, trying to make sure every inch of my ass came into contact with it.
Tommy began to moan. Now I got really excited. I couldn't believe this powerful man was enjoying my body so much. I didn't care if it hurt some. For the first time in my life, I let all my inhibitions go and surrendered myself to sexual pleasure. I looked at Tommy and saw he was feeling the same thing.
I don't know how long I was there, skewered on his cock. I shot off, spraying Tommy's hairy chest with my cum. "That's it boy!" Tommy cried. In a quick movement, he flipped me over and began pounding my ass like a wild man. It took only a dozen or so strokes before he shot off, adding his cum to Ronnie's deep in my ass.
His orgasm wasn't quick. Tommy was a big man and his balls must have been filled to the brim. He shot volley after volley. He left his cock in my ass. I squeezed my ass a few times trying to get any cum still in the cock. "That;s it, you know what I like," he whispered. I squeezed until he was completely drained. Tommy pulled out slowly. I felt empty. Tommy got dressed and left. I spent the night with Ronnie.
A month later I got a call from Tommy. He wanted to drop by and see me. He had gotten my phone number from Ronnie. Tommy came by in the late afternoon on Saturday. He told me he was on a confidential mission.
"I have some friends who'd like to have Ronnie available to them in the White House," Tommy explained. "He needs a cover, I was wondering if you might be able to provide him one?"
"What do you mean?"
"I understand you are in charge of pass clearances for the press room?" Tommy answered. "We thought you could get him in."
"That's more difficult than you might think," I said. "There's a lot of red tape. Does he work for a newspaper?"
"No, but we can handle that," Tommy replied. "Let me be frank, we've already cleared it with the higher ups. You happen to be the man who actually issues the passes. You need to be on board."
"Why don't they just ask me?"
"No fingerprints," he replied. "It's nothing big, but they don't want any finger prints. I don't need to tell you, this will be good for your career." After a half hour of conversation, I agreed. Ronnie was well on his way to becoming a member of the White House press corp.
I was uneasy about this, but fifteen minutes later I was skewered on Tommy's cock. I didn't have a worry in the world, except trying to find a way to make it last.