Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
The Speech
The crowd roared as Mason's name was called out. After a long campaign, his life long dream had finally come true. All that remained was his thank you speech, one that he had prepared years ago, still valid, still true today.
Walking up to the podium, clad in a charcoal suit fit to perfection, he beamed at the crowd, proud of them for making the right choice, the choice that would lead to prosperity. His opponents had dogged him every step of the way, condemning him, and his supporters, for putting their faith and trust in a deviant. He'd held his integrity throughout, something very few people would have done. His supporters had seen him for what he truly was. A man determined to empower the masses, to destroy poverty and inequality.
He'd surrounded himself with like-minded people, ones that shared his dream and determination, and was lucky to have found one to share the rest of his life with.
The dark, wooden podium concealed the lower half of his body, which gave Mason some semblance of safety and security. He placed the wrinkled sheet of paper gently on the top and smoothed it out. He knew those words by heart, knew that he wouldn't have to look down for one single second.
As the din of the audience slowly began to die down, something, or someone, touched him... down there.
Nerves of steel prevented him from crying out, so those people closest to him saw only his serene facial expression. He took half a step back and glanced down without lowering his head.
The wide, toothy grin that greeted him shouldn't have surprised him at all. In fact, he should have expected it. As it was, he began to break out into a sweat, and heat flushed his body, before pooling in the place he'd been touched.
"Why now!" he exclaimed silently, trying to suppress the giddy laughter fighting to escape.
Just like that, he was hard as steel, throbbing and leaking. The piece of wrinkled paper on the podium took on a whole new meaning to him. Stepping quickly back into place, he took a deep breath, and gripped the sides of the podium.
When this was all safely over, he prayed, he would strangle his husband into an orgasm.
He felt Wade's touch again, slow and sensual, and he could spare one soft moan before the crowd was silent, waiting for him to make his speech.
A second later he felt a hard squeeze.
"Thank God!" he exclaimed without meaning to.
Quick witted, he continued on as if all was well.
"Thank God we could be here today, to celebrate this auspicious, humbling moment."
The crowd applauded, and all the while Mason could feel his zipper slowly being pulled down.
"Is he using his teeth?" he wondered for a fleeting moment.
He must have been, because both hands were holding onto his thighs. He could also feel the quick, warm breath seeping through the fabric onto his erection. Excitement coursed through him, ending in a quick twitch of his cock.
The crowd was quiet again, and all Mason could see was a large blurry mass of movement before him. He looked down instead, and began to read from the paper, the words from memory gone, replaced by the sensation of a cool hand reaching into his pants and gripping his cock.
Wade's always had rough hands, he thought as he recited from the page.
"Our home has gone through a great struggle, before, and after the years of racial separation, and emerged victorious..."
His cock was free of its stifling confines. Wade's breath was hot against the head, which he knew was already wet and flowing.
Then Wade's tongue twirled around the sensitive head.
"Yes!" he cried.
The crowd was oblivious, thinking this was all part of his speech, Mason had no choice but to adlib. He was, of course, good at playing pretend.
"Yes, we have worked hard to remove the stigma of the past, the memories that overwhelmed and influenced our previous leaders..."
Oh my! His head was being engulfed in wet heat, all the while that gorgeous tongue continued to swirl and flick over his sensitive spot. Shooting his load was not far off. Lower and lower Wade slid, until Mason's cock was touching the back of his throat. He had to pause in his speech and close his eyes in exquisite pleasure.
The crowd before him saw a man, seemingly emotional over his grand and hard won victory, and began applauding once more.
No gag reflex! He thought as he felt his head slide even deeper. Oh, he felt like he could cum right now. So intense was the sensation. He needed more.
He was about to jerk his hip forward, but Wade was already backing off, aware of Mason's dilemma.
"Tease!" he wanted to cry out.
Wade's one hand was now shuttling up and down his hard length, while the other slipped in beneath the shaft, reaching back into Mason's pants, to gently tug his balls free.
"Steady!" he blurted, feeling a bit of pain that only enhanced the tingly pleasure he was experiencing.
"Steady and determined we shall be in our efforts to rise and prosper, every single one of us..."
Wade's mouth was back on him, sucking, licking, kissing, blowing, flicking, back to sucking, hard and deep.
Slow, agonizingly slow, enough that more than once Mason thrust his hip, pushing his cock to the back of Wade's mouth and making him gag. A devilish smile threatened to appear on Mason's face, but he suppressed it, taking solace in the fact that later there would be payback.
The thought was enough to nearly send him over the edge; however a flick from Wade's finger on the head of his cock prevented his premature eruption.
Oh, how he wanted to cum!
His speech was nearing its end now. His urgency to cum was high, and his cock was a constant source of sweet nectar for the man servicing it so expertly. He could cum now if he willed it, he was already half gone. The crowd was in the palm of his hand, his cock a tingly, throbbing star waiting to go nova as it was held in the palm of another's.
"Our future has come!" he declared, to the crowd and to himself.
His aching cock was thrust halfway into Wade's slick mouth, and his eyes were scrunched closed.
At the word `come', Mason's cock swelled, and his consciousness exploded, sending thick ropes of seed squirting down Wade's eager throat.
The crowd went wild.
After a few seconds he opened his eyes and realized his fist was thrust up into the air, a gesture both familiar and appropriate, and he sighed in satisfaction as his spent manhood was tucked back into his trousers and patted gently.
He stood back once more and lowered his gaze, but there was no one beneath the podium. The devil had used a trap door. The smile on Mason's face was wry as he bid farewell to the crowd and left the stage.
Much later, in the comfort of their own home, in a room known only to the two of them, and their architect, Mason had a very happy Wade in the palm of his own hand. Strung up and gagged, legs splayed wide, cock spent and belly dripping pearly white cum, Mason leaned in close to his partner's ear.
"I'm taking you to every speech from now on. Prepare yourself, boy..."
Author's Note:
I do hope you liked reading this. I had fun writing this, since it kinda started out with my then partner and I fantasy text writing each other.
If you have any comments, you can email me at jewelofthewestmeadow@gmail.com.
Thanks! West Meadow Jade