TURNING THE PAGE
Disclaimer: This story concerns homosexual men and their sexual activities. It was inspired by events that might have happened, but didn't. This tale is entirely fictional. If there are any similarities to actual people, places or events, it is purely coincidental. If you are under 18 or if reading this story would be illegal for you in your area or if you don't like the subject matter, please leave now. This is a fantasy story in a time with no sexual diseases, a time which will probably never happen. Take care. Otherwise read on and the author hopes you enjoy it.
Turning the Page 2002 by Paul H. Daventon. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission of the author. If you are enjoying this story, write to Paul at authorpaul@mail.com or authorpaul@hotmail.com.
The Story Up 'Til Now ........
Mike Keith, 28 year old Congressman from Ohio, and 18 year old Brian Whitlow, former Congressional Page, fall in love in Washington. They travel to Mike's lake house in Ohio, where Brian is assaulted by a high school friend of Mike's with a grudge against Mike. Brian saves himself, but the friend kills himself later in remorse. Brian's family retainer, Adam McLeod, an occasional sex partner of Brian, comes to Ohio to help them and falls in love with Nils. Mike and Brian worried about Mike's reelection, that their relationship may be revealed. Nils two sergeants, Rocco Ferallini and Jenny Svenson, a young waiter, Joey Montoni, Rocco's brother, and Ben Heskett, student at the college, complicate the story.
Nils meets Jake, a friend of Jack's at the airport. Jake is an undercover agent with the DEA who is under The Boss, trying to identify him and get evidence. Jake had called Mike to warn him about what The Boss is plotting. Roy and Sean have become partners, living together.
Ben and Joey visit Nils at home and they have a hot threesome. Joey reports the huge amount of money he will receive as Rocco's heir for him and for Ben, too. Adam and Nils ran into a relative of Joey and Tony Montoni in Columbus on a part business and part holiday in the capitol city.
Adam and Nils agree to help Tony Montoni and his twin brother, then bring Tony and Ricco to River City to see their cousin, Joey, and his lover, Ben. Adam is preparing to home school Pete and GB for which task he has brought teaching materials back to the cabin where he will work with them. Problems arise as the election nears, but Mike has help all around him, especially Brian, then Adam and Nils, Joey and Ben, the twins Tony and Ricco, even the little ones, Pete and GB. He needs all the help he can get.
Roy tells Sean what happened when he tried to see his mother. Tony and Ricco get with Nils, two in one, Mike in on TV show just before election. He is asked whether he is gay or not. He explains that his sex orientation has nothing to do with his job. His opponent's manager tried to get intimate pictures of Mike and Brian, but falls off their roof, breaks two legs. Mike and Brian find the camera and remove the pictures. Brian wants to put large addition onto Mike's cabin, more bedrooms, larger rooms, and Mike agrees. The contractor starts almost immediately to set the foundations so that by winter his men would be working in the warmth. The plans were drawn by Ricco Montoni, Joey's cousin, studying to be an architect.
Brian and Mike vote in the election and they are waiting at home for the results.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
"Liz, if you don't tell me how the voting went immediately, I'll .... "
"Chill, Mike, you won by almost 2 to 1, how about that!"
"Thank you, Liz, what were the percentages?" Mike's heart soared, his eyes teared up, but he kept them in check. His heart and pulse raced, shaking his whole body. He couldn't have asked for more. He must call Kevin Rogers.
Liz checked the figures, "Ah, I get about 65% to 35%." She tittered, "That good enough for you, Congressman?"
Brian was jumping around the room, he'd been listening to the results.
"Yes, Liz, you've done a great job. Brian and I will be at HQ in 15 minutes. Keep everyone there, I don't want hordes out here."
"Ok, Mr. Congressman, but you did have something to do with the victory."
"Thanks, Mom, we love you, all of us. Now go celebrate, we'll be right there."
"Bye."
"Bye."
No sooner had Mike ended the call when his cell phone chirped again.
"Mike Keith here."
"Hi Mike, this is Henry." Henry Riches was Mike's Chief of Staff in Washington.
"Hi Henry. What's up?"
"I wanted you to know that I am resigning as of the end of this term."
Mike thought, 'Henry must have had a mole in my campaign team', then he waited a minute before answering with ... "No, Henry, you just resigned as of this minute. Your salary stops as of this minute." Mike continued, "I will make sure that everyone knows exactly what you have done." At first Mike felt ashamed of himself, but no .... he didn't .... that turd.
Now Mike was really pissed. No congratulation, no thanks, no sorry. Mike had been very good to that man, the shit. Even though Mike is now known to be gay, he still has the power of a representative, which can be considerable. Some of his connections may be iffy, but others will need him, and his vote, just as before. This will be an uphill climb, but Mike is sure he can win them over.
Again the phone chirp-chirped.
"Mike Keith here."
"Mike, this is Kevin Rogers. Congratulations, my friend. I hope you have a wonderful two more years. I'm afraid there will be bumps in the road for you."
"Yes, thanks, Kevin, I know all about bumps and I imagine I have lost about half my 'friends' or more. But, if that's what it takes, so be it." He waited a moment, "I don't want to be presumptuous, but I wish you would consider being my chief of staff in Washington, please. How would Terri like being there?"
"Mike, you are so generous, I can't speak very well 'cause I'm choked up, but I would like it very much. Terri doesn't know anything about this possibility, I hadn't told her."
"Would my being gay bring a problem with her?"
Kevin breathed carefully, "Mike, I really don't know. It is possible, but I think I can handle it and bring her around."
"Kevin, my former chief of staff just called and resigned as of the end of the term. I suppose as soon as he heard the news. However I just told him he had resigned as of that minute, and I meant it. Talk about a fair-weather friend. So I can use you right away. Let me know in a few days. I really need you to come with me when I next go to Washington.
"Thanks for the call, Kevin, think about it. I admire you and your abilities very much. You know, I'm not going to be in this job forever and as my Chief of Staff, you will meet people and learn the ropes. Just hope the animosity toward me won't rub off on you. Ah, Kevin, I'm going to make a statement tonight that will be in the papers. I'd like to announce that I've asked you to be my Chief of Staff, not that you will be if you don't want to, but I'd like to show I'm attempting to replace Henry Riches as soon as possible."
"Frankly, Mike, that's fine with me. Thanks, I'll let you know by tomorrow. Bye."
"Brian, you heard all that, right?"
"Yup, Kemo Sabe, we will get those Injuns for sure."
Mike couldn't help laughing. He got up, walked to Brian and hugged him fiercely.
"You are my help, the ground I walk on, my firm foundation. I ..... Love .... You!
They held each other and kissed tenderly, then a bit more passionately.
"Geez, Brian, we've got to get to the HQ. Dress up just a little, probably ought to put on pants, too." Mike had just then pulled Brian's shorts to his ankles, playing with the genitals that were revealed to him.
"Mike," Brian complained in an exaggerated whiny voice. "Mike, you depants me, you have debased my whole existence."
"Chill, Brian, and change clothes. I'll see to your debasing later tonight." He sneakily laughed like the villain he pretended to be.
As Mike and Brian walked into the headquarters, the whole place went crazy. The yelling, screaming, whistling, applauding and stomping on the floor continued for at least ten minutes, even with Mike trying to quiet them down.
He and Brian shook many hands, kissed the women and slapped lots of backs (no butts). Making their way around the large room to talk to nearly a hundred people, they took a drink from Liz which they knew would not contain alcohol. Tonight was not the night to get high.
Mike went to Adam and Nils, standing near Mike's desk in the far corner. "I want to thank both of you for helping me, though I know you won't tell me exactly what all you did, but I'm sure it was a lot of work." Mike shook each man's hand separately, held the hand with as much feeling as he could muster. "I am in your debt and I won't forget it."
He looked into their eyes, closely, deeply, "Do either of you have anything to tell me? I hope my reelection under difficult circumstances has given you something to think about."
They stared into the depths of each other's eyes, absorbed with their most intense and profound feelings for each other and themselves.
Adam slowly responded, "Mike, you will be the first to know, believe me." He turned to Nils, then back quickly, "I'll be staying with Nils tonight." He smiled lasciviously. "But first I'll take Petey and GB to their cabin and get them in bed and asleep."
Mike smiled to himself and toward them, "That's good. See you tomorrow."
Adam said he and Nils had something to do in the conference room, they'd be back in a little bit. Mike didn't believe it a bit, but smiled and said, "Have fun, guys."
The two hunky men walked into the conference room, locked the door securely with the dead bolt. No key to unlock it. They had made sure about that. And no windows.
The two men were actually opposites in some ways. Nils was all blond, hair, skin and pubes. The hair on his head was soft and slightly curly and he tried to keep it under control but rarely succeeded. His body was practically free of hair, just some wisps under his arms and a fairly thick set of pubes. Strangely enough, just around his asshole appeared long strands of a dark hair, quite a bit darker than the hair on his head. Nils had never known about it, he never saw it until Adam saw it and got a mirror to show Nils as he bent over to spread his cheeks and see into his rear.
Adam, on the other hand, was dark, dark brown hair, almost black, dark hair on his chest and abdomen, thick, black pubes around his cock and balls, between his cheeks. He was just barely part Indian, hardly any beard, but handsome as hell with his sharp defined facial features, prominent chin and high cheekbones. All in all he was an uncommonly good-looking man.
At the same time each man stood to remove his clothes, to strip naked and to have sex with each other. Both men had worked on their bodies, adding muscle as they did. They folded their things carefully, piled on the soft chair in the corner. Nils took quick glances out of the corner of his eyes, trying to read Adam's intentions, wondering if he would be agreeable.
Before they touched, Nils spoke, quietly, worriedly, "Adam, you have asked me many times if I would be your partner and I've said 'no', up to this point." He walked toward Adam, his cock rising from his loins, stretching from the blond cloud of pubic hair, a halo of saintly mien. After closing and hugging, Nils continued, "Adam, after seeing what Mike accomplished in this district, I feel the city might not fire a good police lieutenant who turns out to be gay." He kissed Adam's thin-lipped mouth, "And, I would like very much to be your partner, and vice versa."
"You have just become my partner, no questions, no conditions. Now we have other things to talk about like where we'll live and stuff." He smiled at Nils with the warmest smile ever seen on Adam's lips, a tender, caring and loving smile.
Nils smiled the same type of grin back, "Let's do that later, I want to love you first."
Nils stepped around Adam, massaging the muscles of his back, from his shoulders down his spine then rubbing those slim but full buttocks, covered with dark hair. He spread the cheeks, knelt down to press his face between them, his tongue soon locating his puckered anus, licking around it and then thrusting into it. He tried to force enough saliva inside, hoping to be able to invade Adam's rear tunnel with his 8 inch uncut cock, thick and meaty.
Nils regarded Adam as his first love, the man who brought him 'out', the man who helped him realize that he was actually 'gay'. In truth, Adam turned Nils into a real 'cock dog', he can't get enough cock up his ass, twice even taking two cocks at a time up his butt.
Pushing on Adam's upper back, Nils got him to bend over, leaning his arms on the table, his body shaking with anticipation. He was moaning with each breath, shifting his weight from leg to leg, moving his butt cheeks in opposite directions.
Nils' cock was drooling and his fingers covered his prickhead with the viscous, slimy pre-cum to help its anal route into the rectum. Putting his hands on Adam's narrow hips, Nils first pulled back his foreskin, centered the spongy glans into the anus, then punched his hips forward, shoving the uncut thick cock all the way in to the root and his pubes.
Adam groaned the instant he felt Nils' silky blond hairs on his ass and knew the cock in his ass was his lover's in to the root. He loved the feeling of that huge spear tickling his rectum and his prostate, forcing those electric sensations from his balls up his spine to his cerebral cortex, the center of his sensory information.
The mighty blond bent over Adam's back, still punching his groin and cock into Adam's ass, sliding his cock in and out from base to head flange, holding his arms around Adam's chest, one playing with the nipples, the other finding Adam's rocky hard prick and pumped it, slippery with his pre-cum spread all over.
Both men could hear the yelling and cheering from the big room where the celebrations were going on. They ignored all that for the moment anyway.
"Adam, man, I'm going to cum, man, you've dragged it out of me, wait until we get home tonight, I'll cum now, but then I want you in MY ass."
"Oh, damn, oh ... oh shit, man, here it cums, Adam, my man, I ..... I .... m .... fill ... ing your ass clear up to the 'no fill' mark. Ungh, ungh," Nils groaned," I'm shooting ... Uh ... one .. two .... three ... hell, I can't keep track ... take my seed, man."
Nils hand was still pumping on Adam's cock, Adam who never said a word, but who came quietly, shooting stream after stream all over the table, while Nils' hand squeezed the pulsing organ, pulling the remains of his shoot through the piss tube and out on the floor.
Nils was panting, breathing hard and sweating even in the cool room.
"Adam, I guess we better get back. I think Mike will have a statement that we probably should hear."
"Yeah, Nils, you're right. Here's a towel to clean up with, babe." Nils headed for the small lavatory and washing in the bowl, rinsing well, then drying.
He straightened up and turned to face Nils. Their arms clenched each other, their lips keeping up their sensual excitement. Reluctantly, they parted, dressed and went back to the main room.
About fifteen or twenty minutes later Mike asked for quiet. Adam and Nils were watching with interested eyes and ears, very proud of their good friend.
"Ladies and gentlemen, and young men," he looked at Petey and GB, "thank you for your show of solidarity with our party and with me. I would like to make a statement in front of all you, my friends, and if someone would please take down what I'm saying, that copy should go to the newspaper in the morning for tomorrow's issue."
Liz got out her shorthand book.
"If I can, I would like to describe who I am and where I'm going. After my first year in Washington, I was sure that I wanted to spend my life in public office if I could and asked for a chance to be reelected. Our party agreed and supported me in another run for office.
Here Mike's audience broke into his talk, applauding and yelling, so proud of him.
"I haven't seen the national papers as yet, but I imagine they are full of the 'gay' issue. You notice I have not mentioned being or not being gay. That is because I think my sexual orientation is irrelevant to the issues before us.
"You people here know about Brian, my partner, but I would like to keep him out of the local or national spotlight completely if possible. Our home is our living space and our refuge, not a public arena. The house will be open to our friends, gay or not. It will not be open to gay zealots or groups of fanatics, there are other venues for those people. We will not be responsible for those who invade our privacy.
"These are my answers to the most probable questions. I will always be available for pertinent questions about my work in the House and upcoming legislation. Brian will not, I repeat, not be available for interviews. That is a fact. He is a college student now and busy with his courses in business management. I don't want him bothered, nor does he.
"Thank you all for being here, for helping and for being part of this effort of ours."
At that all of the party-goers applauded and yelled and whistled, all trying to out shout their neighbor. Then, Liz got up on a desk and asked for quiet. "Folks, we have an important call coming in and we need quiet. The call will be on the speaker phone so everyone can listen to the President of the United States." The same cacophony started again, but was stopped by Mike, waving his arms.
"Hello, this is Mike Keith."
"This is the President, Mike, and I'm calling to congratulate you on a magnificent victory tonight. Your district has approved your work and you in fine style. I would like to have a 2-1 vote in my favor someday. We are all very pleased with your success and another two years for you in Congress."
"Thank you, Mr. President."
"You deserve it, Mike. I need you here in Washington, your party needs you and your country needs your help. My best to you in the future. Good bye."
"Thank you again, sir. Good bye."
Again, more cheering and raucous celebrating. That certainly pleased Mike.
More partying followed, during which Mike tried to greet every person, thanking them sincerely for their help. Also reminding them to get out tomorrow and remove all his political signs from the roadsides, poles, billboards.
The next phone call Liz did not announce or put on the speaker phone, it was a call from the Speaker of the House just for Mike.
"Mike Keith, here." Mike held the phone so that Brian could hear, too.
"Hi Mike, I want to congratulate you on your great victory in your district. That's is a big plus for you, young man."
"Thank you so much, Mr. Speaker." Mike had recognized Jeb Lindenmuth, Speaker of the House in the present term, and most probably in the coming term.
"Sure, Mike. But I think we need to discuss a few things since the national press has decided, right or wrong, that you are now a gay congressman. Do you think that is correct?"
"Yes, Mr. Speaker, most probably. I haven't seen the Washington Post, but I'm sure someone from around here has sent them all the rumors and gossip."
The phone was quiet for a moment. "Mike, I've been trying to figure out just what would be my best course of action. I'm sure we have other gays in the Congress, but for the time being you are the only publicly recognized gay. I just want you to get fair treatment from your colleagues." He waited, "Well, I plan to make my feelings known and felt around the House, Mike. I'll talk to all the leaders, the so-called movers and shakers, to express my desires that you are accorded all your rights as a Representative in the House. I'm afraid that won't influence the homophobes, but it may induce them to hold their vituperating to a cautious level."
"Thanks, Mr. Speaker. I don't know what else you can do. I'll do my best to show that I haven't changed and don't plan to 'jump their bones' anytime soon." The Speaker laughed at that. "That's good, Mike. You'll have to keep your sense of humor in full regalia. By the way I'd like to meet that young man of yours. I hear he's a real dish." Mike could hear the Speaker laughing loud and long. He was pleased with himself.
"Well, Brian won't be in Washington soon, I want him far, far in the background, but I'll see you get an introduction one of these days. Maybe if you will come to our home for dinner, we'd like that very much."
Brian was trying hard not to laugh out loud, but inwardly was tickled that the Speaker himself had asked about him, and tried to speak the 'gay' language, if that's what it was.
"My best wishes, Mike. If you have any real, serious problems, please come to me."
"Thanks again. I will do that. Good-bye." Mike thought to himself, 'Well, I'd never do that - run to Mommy 'cause someone called me names.'
Mike turned to Brian, "Well, what do you think about that?"
"I don't think his plan will do much good, but if it makes him feel better, why not."
Mike nodded, "Yeah, Brian, I agree with you. We'll just have to feel our way along." He laughed, "but not literally!"
Mike and Brian's closest friends were invited to the cabin after the party. Liz assured that she had teams in the whole district which would clean up all the signs, posters and billboards. He shouldn't worry. Mike had asked Liz to the cabin, too, but she was tired and just wanted to soak her feet, then hit the bed.
Finally, everyone left, including Pete and GB to go to their cabin, and the two lovers were alone. Mike was exhausted, but still the adrenaline was flowing in his veins.
They sat on the couch, their favorite cuddling place, arms wrapped around each other.
"Bri, I can't believe what has happened. I thought maybe we'd squeak through, but- wow- a two to one vote. I was so afraid that .... I'd ....."
Mike choked and put his face against Brian's neck, tears pouring from his eyes, down his cheeks to soak Brian's shirt. He sobbed and was shaking slightly, more like shivering, so Brian held him very tightly, rubbing his back. "It's Ok, Mike, it's all right, go ahead, you've been under a terrible strain. The worse part is over, isn't it?" Brian had never seen Mike in this condition, a state of being unsure, a fearful look in his eyes.
Mike got a kleenex and blew his nose, wiped his eyes, "That's the problem. I'm so scared that I'll be a pariah, you know, someone to be avoided, shunned. That I won't have any friends. What have I done?"
Brian practically yelled at Mike, "Michael Andrews Keith! You weak-hearted, chicken wuss! Cluck! Cluck! What happened to the cock-sure, strong, mighty man I picked as my partner? Where did he go?"
He saw Mike's face turn all sorts of red shades, his head bowed and such a frown on his handsome face, the face of what was a potent, lusty, powerful man.
Brian pushed Mike on his back under him on the couch. He squeezed him with his strong arms, pressing his own body tightly against his lover, trying to transfer some of his strength to Mike, maybe osmose through the clothes. Aha, Brian thought, that's the trouble.
As quickly as he could, Brian ripped his clothes off Mike's body, literally in some cases, and, after he removed all his own clothing, Brian again forced his naked flesh against Mike's.
He forced Mike to look at him, "Mike, you are the man I wanted, and I went to a lot of trouble to get you. You may have thought you seduced me in that bathroom, but I was way ahead of you. You were the all-powerful Representative I loved more than life, more than my own existence. You are my god, don't you understand that?"
He kissed Mike all over his face, forcing his tongue through his lips, in and around his teeth and gums, battling the tongue he found there.
"Now it seems you might have some feet of clay." Brian drew a quick breath, "Mikey, your fear is normal. But you are dynamic, strong and effective." His voice rose, "YOU ARE GOD!"
Mike had been recovering his sense of balance, feeling more like he really was, but when he heard Brian yell that he was god, he couldn't help it, he started to laugh.
"Oh, Bri," he laughed heartily, "you were doing ..... pretty well .... " he started roaring between breaths, "until you called me GOD. You just went too far. I appreciate the accolade but I know when someone's giving me shit." He continued laughing uproariously.
Brian couldn't help it, he started laughing with Mike, both lying on the couch just roaring with laughter, guffawing and giggling.
"Ok, Mike, so I went too far. I thought I was doing pretty good. But you needed some sort of prod to bring you to your senses, which had vanished among the self-pitying and feeling so sorry for yourself." He giggled again, "Well, it got you back, didn't it? That's all I wanted." He sobered himself, "And, Mr Michael Andrews Keith, that was the last time we give a pity party for you. OK?"
Mike grabbed Brian, pulling his handsome, powerful body to his own, "I promise, Bri, that you just saw the last time I will give in to feeling sorry for myself. I'm going to Washington and take my rightful place in the House as a newly reelected representative as of the New Year.. I don't think it will happen, but if I'm completely ineffectual because of the 'gay' label, I'll just finish my term, then we'll find something else to do. You and I. I'd like to stay in at least until you get your degree when we can plan our future better. Ok?"
Brian smiled and kissed his 'Mikey', "That sounds fine, let's go for it." He paused, "By the way, can I come to Washington in January to the opening day to watch you take your seat." He thought, "You'll have more seniority, won't you, give you an edge over the freshmen."
"Yes, I want you there, you helped a lot to make it possible."
Brian squeezed even closer, pressing as much of his body against Mike's as he could, "Did you notice, Mike, that you called me 'Bri' a few times?" He smiled, "I like that, lover, makes me feel closer to you." He kissed again, "And that's what you called your high school friend, wasn't it?"
"You get any closer, lover, and you'll be under me. And yes, I did call Bryan 'Bry' affectionately, just as I do you. However, I never loved Bryan. I do love you with all my heart."
"Me, too." They laughed quietly, then fell asleep. Later, Brian woke, slightly chilly, and got them a comforter, spreading it over them.
Walking into his office in Washington with Kevin Rogers, Mike felt a sense of relief. He was greeted by many friends and congratulated by them for his victory. To him it meant, of course, that he would be back the next year, and not be a one-term flash, in and out.
He knew Kevin was impressed that Mike was welcomed by so many. Kevin had decided to come to work for Mike even though his wife did not want to move to Washington. Kevin was staying with Mike at his condo until he found something else.
Mike had an idea that he and Brian would be living in Brian's mansion, so Kevin might just as well have the condo, especially if he worked out the way Mike thought he would.
No one had even given him a dirty look, as far as he knew, and that buoyed his spirits. He'd promised Brian that he would be strong, forceful and dynamic, present himself to the House just as he had before the election. The promise seemed to be working out well.
Mike introduced Kevin to his office manager and secretary, then showed him his desk which was still loaded with Henry's stuff. He'd have to speak to his office manager.
"Jeff, I assume you know that Henry won't be back, right?"
"Yes, that's what he said when he left right after election day."
"Well, he will not be allowed in the office at all. If there are some personal items in his desk, I'd like you to box them up and store them in my office. As you might tell, he really pissed me off. Ok?"
"Sure, Mike."
"Now this is Kevin Rogers, Jeff, and he will be my Chief of Staff starting immediately. His salary and benefits should start as of today, you can take care of that, right?"
"No problem, Mike, his would be the same as Henry's?"
"Yes, thanks. As soon as you can, will you acquaint Kevin with the office and his duties?."
"Come on, Kevin, see my office."
Mike walked into his office and was immediately attacked by a man who was hiding behind the door. He grabbed Mike, hugged him and even kissed him on the cheek.
"Finally, my hero comes," the man quoted, "I've been waiting so long."
As soon as he was grabbed, Mike knew exactly who it was. Representative Lawrence van Rensselaer from Troy, New York, was Mike's best friend in the House. They had spent a lot of time together, socializing, and Mike had many meals with Larry and his wife in their Watergate apartment, as many as they'd had when Mike took them to various good restaurants.
Larry pushed Mike away and held him at arm's length, "My, Mikey, you don't look any different, you sound the same and act the same. So, when are you going to jump my bones?"
Kevin couldn't believe what he was hearing, the guy was giving Mike a hard time.
"Kevin," Mike said through his laughter, "this is Larry van Rensselaer, the representative from Troy, New York, and my best friend in the House." He paused, "Did I say friend? My favorite tormenter."
"Mikey, don't worry. You are going to be fine, my good friend. I only know of one real homophobe in the House, that's Beauregard Johnson, Mississippi. So you're gay, so what. You know I've always loved you, so maybe I'm gay too. Stranger things." Larry pretended to pout, "I don't understand why you didn't try to seduce me. I'm prettier that what's his name, I bet."
Mike retorted, "His name is Brian, and he's ten times prettier than you, I'm sorry."
"Aw shucks, Mike."
Mike put his arm around Larry's shoulder, "Thanks, friend, we'll get together soon. OK?"
They soon got rid of Larry and settled down to work.
Mike promised Brian that he'd be home in Ohio the coming weekend. He already missed his lover after spending so much time with him during the previous months. The young representative thought back to Brian's tirade when Mike had broken down right after the election, he'd never felt so scared in his life. Brian said that he'd seduced me, not me seducing him. Hmmm, he wondered. Which way was it? He thought back to his condo in Washington before they were together, when Brian took a nap in the spare bedroom, was asleep and crying, and when Mike stripped to his briefs and held him to comfort him, and he fell asleep himself.
Before he knew it, Mike had fallen asleep, and the two of them slept for
almost two hours. He gradually came awake and aware of warm sensations in his
groin. Fortunately he didn't move, because he would not have wanted to
disturb Brian in what he was doing. Even without opening his eyes, Mike knew
just what the boy was doing. He knew that he should stop him, but couldn't
make himself, it felt so good.
Somehow, while Mike slept, Brian had released Mike's cock and balls from
his briefs and was doing his best to swallow Mike's cock completely. One hand
was massaging his balls while the other jacked that part of his cock which
didn't fit into the young boy's mouth. The rigid prick had never felt better
in its life and Mike knew that none of his female companions had ever given
him as good a cock-sucking. The only time that could come close was that once with
his boyhood friend, also a Bryan, when they were 14 or 15.
The older man tried to relax and enjoy. He didn't want Brian to know he
was awake; he really didn't want to know why the boy was doing it. Suddenly,
Mike wasn't doing any more thinking. The pressure was building up in his
guts, his asshole, and traveling between his legs, under his balls, and
thrusting up the length of his pulsing cock. A flash went through his mind
... 'I'm going to shoot ... very soon ... can he take it? Or should I
casually turn over and shoot on the bed. By the time all of those thoughts
registered, it was too late. He had already begun jetting from his cock, down
the throat of his young friend. Although Mike didn't think of it at the time,
later on it hit him that Brian seemed to have no trouble taking his fluid
offering which he obviously swallowed without a problem. And later he was to
wonder just where the kid had gained the experience for that. How had he
learned to 'deep throat' a dick the size of his? That would take lots of
practice.
Unavoidably Mike's body had tensed, so he tried to relax gradually, as
if he were asleep. Brian still held the man's penis in his mouth, his tongue
lightly circling the head, gently sucking the last drops of semen onto his
tongue.
After a few moments the young lad quietly and silently crawled back
under the sheets next to Mike. As soon as he felt he could, the older man
pretended to wake up, as did Brian so innocently when he was shaken by the
shoulder and told they had overslept. The esteemed congressman was overjoyed
to watch the slim, muscular youth dress from the skin out, not understanding,
but not questioning either. All dressed, the two went to a fine restaurant for dinner.
Clearing the daydream from his mind, back in his office Mike began to realize that Brian had a lot to do with them being together then, that cock-sucking exhibition of Brian's certainly drew Mike to him, probably more than Mike had thought. So, what does it matter who seduced whom. We're together.
Mike was notified that a roll call had been requested, so he made his way to the House chamber as quickly as he could. Again, many fellow representatives shook his hand and congratulated him on his victory. Fortunately, he had followed the election results in other states so he could congratulate the right ones, sympathize with those who had lost their reelection. There were happy and sad times all over.
By the time Mike was in his seat and Speaker Lindemuth was calling the session to order, he felt so much better than he feared. It is possible that the homophobe was just biding his time and would show up later, but for the time being Mike was pleased to be back.
Mike had returned to River City that first weekend, and he and Brian had made love at least six times in those 3 days. Neither one could get enough of the other. Three weeks later, at the Thanksgiving recess, Mike and Brian were lying on the couch in front of another fire 'built by Brian', caressing each other and talking quietly.
They had toured the construction of the addition to the cabin, the foundations already in and the logs ready to be put in place. The contractor was trying to finish the exterior before the worst of winter set in so the interiors could be worked on in warmth. Both Mike and Brian were ecstatic with the progress and thrilled with the whole idea. There will be so much room.
Back inside in front of the fire, Brian suddenly, very seriously, turned to Mike. "Mikey, I'm sorry to have to tell you this." He looked sad, his eyes downcast and looking very wet. "I don't think I can stand being away from you so long at a time. I have to be close to you, have to be able to touch you, hold you and make love to you." He keened, "I'm sorry, Mikey."
Mike grabbed Brian, kissed his face, his lips, "I understand, Brian, I'm having a very difficult time, too. But I just don't know what to do about it, do you?" He held Brian tightly.
Now Brian's eyes sparkled, his face lit up with happiness, "Yes. I know exactly what we have to do." He gushed, "All I have to do is transfer from the OSU branch here to a college in or near Washington where I can finish my degree. I've looked at some, most probably it would be Georgetown University in Washington. And, my quarter at Ohio State finishes on December 15th and Georgetown's semester wouldn't start until February so we'd have lots of time to move me back to my house and you there, too. Are you going to let Kevin have your condo, or rent or lease it to him?"
"That sounds great, Brian. I've thought about this a lot, but didn't want to take you away from Adam and your friends in River City. And yes, I'm hoping Kevin will take it."
Brian hedged a bit, "I'm afraid we've lost Adam to Nils, Mike, they aren't living together yet, mostly because of Petey and GB, but I'll bet they work something out soon. Your reelection has given Nils the guts to see if he can pull that for himself. Too bad they can't get married and/or become legal partners or something." He looked around, "Mikey, I'm going to miss the cabin so much, I've loved it ever since the first day you brought me here, loved it and you, of course." Mike grinned fondly at his lover. "Me, too, Brian."
"There is something else, Brian. I think I'm going to have to do something about Petey and GB. They are in my custody but I'm rarely here to supervise, I've not kept up my responsibility here. I'm going to talk to Judge Reynolds while I'm home." He looked at Brian, "Do you think that Adam would accept adoption of the two boys?"
"Mike, those boys adore Adam, totally, and I'm sure Adam loves them just as much. They would make a great family. Would the judge allow the adoption?"
"I think Judge Reynolds would talk to the boys and go along with their wishes."
"I hope so."
Mike cautioned his young man, "Don't worry, Brian, we'll be back to the cabin very often during the year and most of the summer. I couldn't continue living without the renewal of life afforded me by this place, the lake and woods, and sailing in quiet repose, the revival of my inner strength and natural energy." He thought, "Yes, you have a great idea, Brian, I should have recognized our problem in myself and transferred it to you, realizing you and I just can't live and love apart.
"One of my friends in the House was an administrator for Georgetown University. I'll get in touch with him and ease the transfer of your credits and all." Mike gave Brian a questioning look, "Bri, you did get good grades, didn't you?"
Brian sat up with a look of resentment, "Of course I did, Michael Andrews, I got all A's and all superiors on the card. Someday I may let you look at it, if you are good to me."
They proceeded to discuss their move while adjourning to their bedroom, on the bed, all naked and hugging and kissing. We'll leave them to their discussion.
The two lovers, soon settled in the mansion, right after New Years Mike was seated for his second term in the House of Representatives. They enrolled Brian at Georgetown University to start on January 30, beginning a new mode of living in their loving relationship, more a family now, more settled. They rattled around the huge house, but soon worked out their comfort.
"You know, Brian, we have to find a replacement for Adam here to help Annie out and keep everything running smoothly."
"I think you are right, Mike, but where will we ever find someone?"
"Maybe Adam might have someone to recommend. Remember the young man who came to Adam occasionally for sex, he seemed very nice and could be still around. Might be a possibility."
"Well, let's look into it."
"We also might need to find more cleaning help for Annie, especially if we expect to have guests and visitors. If we pay enough money, we should be able to get some decent help.
Only one incident occurred that clouded Mike's happy work scene, but just for a while. During the second day of first session of the year, Representative Beauregard Johnson rose to ask to speak. He was given permission.
"Mistah, Speakah, we have opened a new session of this august legislature, and a new group of officially elected representatives. There are 120 women, 314 men and one falling somewhere in between those two sexes." He started to say more, but was drowned out.
As soon as he uttered those last five words, half of the House members were on their feet, calling 'Mr. Speaker', 'Mr. Speaker'. Finally the Speaker rapped the House to silence and called on Representative Lawrence van Rensselaer.
"Mr. Speaker, I move that the previous speaker be reprimanded immediately by this body. His remark was totally out of order, completely discourteous and an example of the speaker's lack of common regard for others. I call a vote immediately."
Again the Speaker of the House was forced to rap the room to quiet.
"Since there is no discussion," he began, ignoring the fact that he never called for any discussion, "the motion is on the floor. Those in favor vote yes, those against vote no."
The tally of the votes came up on the register in the front of the House room. Of those present 421 voted for the motion and 10 against with four absent. Mike hated to be singled out like that, but happy the others realized what Beauregard had said, quickly.
A reprimand from the House is not taken lightly, so Beauregard would feel the effects of his words for a long time to come.
Following the recess of that session, Mike was besieged by well-wishers, friends and people he didn't even know who apologized the Beauregard's unfortunate remarks. He was pleased by their response, but still irate at the stupid, biased representative.
The big house was so quiet, more than usual, and that silence impinged on Mike's work, interrupting his train of thought. He was working in his office of the second floor, next to their bedroom and huge bath. Mike hoped that the bath in the addition to their cabin would be equally large and luxurious, lots of tile and sprays everywhere.
He was working on a speech we wanted to give about his "Dumpster Kids" program to be voted on soon by the House committee. Mike had been so lucky because he found three Senators who would sponsor his bill, or a similar one in the Senate. That was the more difficult assembly to convince of anything, especially a program like Mike's. Sitting at his desk, Mike had the door to the hall on his left, about 15-20 feet away but fully open and well lighted, much more so than the bedroom he was in that had been turned into his office. Only the desk lamp illuminated his area of the desk top.
For a moment Mike couldn't believe he saw something, or did he, flash by the opening to the hall. He only saw it in his peripheral vision, difficult to actually 'see' what you saw. Closing his eyes, he reversed his mind's 'tape' to that moment ago, still wondering. He then believed that he saw a young man, early teens, race by the doorway. And, that apparition, or body if it was real, was absolutely naked, no clothing, no shoes, nothing.
Finally, Mike convinced himself that he was seeing 'things', his eyes were beginning to fade in his increasing age. Couldn't have been a naked boy, no way, not.
An hour later Mike was still working at his desk, but just turned toward the doorway to concentrate on his latest thought, trying to work it through, when he again saw a naked boy run by, heading for the south wing of the mansion. He got up, ran for the door and turned to follow the boy down the hall, the thick carpet covering up any sounds. The boy had disappeared by the time Mike had reached the next hallway where he had turned. No question it was a boy, the kid's equipment, still pre-pubertal, was waggling and flapping from thigh to thigh as he ran.
As he walked back to his office, Mike decided that he had seen what he thought, but that presented more problems. Why would there be a young boy in this house? Why would there be a naked young boy in this house? Why would there ...... ?
Mike needed to find out. He took the back stairway to the main floor near the kitchen.
Annie was there, rolling out a pie crust for one of her delicious pies which have given Mike and Brian problems keeping their weight down. Both have started using the exercise room Brian had set up in one of the other bedrooms and so far have been able to steady their weight, Mike at 175 and Brian at 160, almost optimum weight for their body types and heights.
"Hi, Mr. Keith, you look like you've been working hard upstairs. Why don't you sit, have a cup of coffee and some nice chocolate chip cookies I just made? Can't hurt and they'll pep you up."
Mike started to refuse, but decided it was the better part of valor to accede to her suggestion.
"Hi, Annie, I wish you'd call me Mike, but we'll let that go for now. Mmmm. You are so right, the cookies are out of this world, but I do have to watch my intake of goodies, especially your goodies."
Annie laughed, "I think you and Brian, too, could use more weight on you, you both almost look frail, you do."
"Annie, you are terrible." He ate another cookie, "Annie, a serious question, do you need more help in the house, some assistants or something?"
She thought, "Well, what I could use would be to have Adam back again. I do miss that man, he did so much for me, I miss him."
"Annie, he'll be back for visits, but not for good. He's fallen in love, you know."
"Yes, Brian told me, a police lieutenant of all things." She wiped her eye, "Just so he is happy, I hope he is."
"He is!" Mike waited, then, "Annie, are their any young boys around this neighborhood? Could one of them have gotten into the house? I thought I saw one running down the upstairs hall."
"Mr. Keith, there aren't any living around here, and none could get into the house, that's for sure, unless you left the door open when you can in."
Mike laughed, "No, Annie, I didn't do that." He mused, "Wonder what I could have seen?"
Back to his office Mike again tried to concentrate. No more than five minutes later the same naked boy, about 12 years old, this time walked slowly by, as if waiting for Mike to come to see him in the hall.
Mike slowly got up, walked to the door and looked around the jamb. The boy was about 30 feet down the hall, facing him and staring, waiting for him to do something. Mike took a few steps toward the boy, a brilliant light around the lad, backlighting his white and rose body, his blond hair glowing all around his head. As Mike neared, he could tell the boy was about ready to jump away and run.
He looked familiar, Mike thought, but he couldn't figure out who he looked like. Mike suddenly ran after him but the boy scampered so fast around the corner at the end of the hall that Mike lost him. He even searched the various rooms off the hall, but no one, and nothing.
These experiences were giving Mike a strange feeling of loss and sadness he couldn't fathom for himself, but felt he should understand. Back to work and no more visions.
Larry van Rensselear and Mike were conferring in Mike's office at the capitol, trying to come up with some basic plans for "Dumpster Kids" to be presented to the Ways and Means committee, the group which would recommend that the bill go to the whole House. Larry and a couple more representatives had joined Mike in his efforts to promote his ideas. He knew that his ideas would never go through unchanged, but not too badly damaged, he hoped.
"Say, Larry," he changed the subject, "I've had some weird experiences at the house in Arlington recently. I can't figure out what it could be. Listen."
Mike told Larry all that had happened the other day, each incident of sighting the young boy, how he reacted, didn't speak or make a sound, no real expression on his face. He was a good looking boy, nice body, but not into puberty at that point.
"Well, what do you think, Larry?"
"Mike, either you got ghosts or too many whisky and sodas," he joked. "But, seriously, I haven't any idea what could be going on. You are sure no one could get in the house?"
"Yes, Annie is positive that no one could get in."
"Have you asked Brian about it? He might have an idea."
"You know, our schedules are so busy, so different, that we hardly see each other except on the weekends. On other nights, I get a quick cuddle before sleep and that's about it."
"You lucky dog. He's a wonder, Mike. I want to thank you again for having Marge and me to dinner the other night and letting us meet Brian. We both fell in love with him. I'm going to have to watch Marge closely for a while."
"No sweat, Larry, he's gay all the way through. But what does worry me is that Brian is so vulnerable, say to kidnap or similar violence. Can't figure out how to make him safer. He refused to have a guard follow him around all the time. He's using his middle name and not his last name hoping he won't be connected with the Whitlow fortune."
"How's he doing in school?"
"Just great. You know he tested out of the 12th grade to get into Ohio State last fall, top grades all the way around, advanced placement here at Georgetown University, too."
Larry mused, "Can't think of anything, Mike, well try talking to him soon."
"I will. Let's get back to work."
That night, before Brian got home, Mike decided to shower and get ready for bed. It was early, but he needed to relax. Maybe he'd get lucky that night. He grinned at himself in the mirror, he'd be lucky all right. He headed for the bath and shower room, setting the temperature as he liked it and started to lather up. He was surprised when he felt a hand on his butt, spreading soap all around. He turned slowly, expecting to see Brian there, having come home early.
The same young boy, still naked, still glowing in the misty spray of the shower, was rubbing Mike's butt, seriously, his eyes intent on his work. Gradually, Mike turned to face the lad whose hand was then soaping his thigh, temptingly close to Mike's cock and balls. The boy just worked steadily, and Mike wondered what would happen if he started washing the boy.
The boy was about four and a half feet tall, just right for Mike who lathered his hands and started washing the young boy's hair, the blond curly locks, so fine and delicate. He rinsed the hair, then gradually lowered himself to his knees where he was level with the boy.
His face, his eyes, his expression was becoming more alive, more animated as Mike looked on and started washing his whole body, a young, slightly gawky but physically showing muscular development that would blossom in the future. Mike didn't hesitate to wash the genitals, the short, soft cock and tiny scrotum with marble sized balls. There was no reaction from the boy, no changes of his equipment at all. Mike couldn't help admitting to himself that washing the small, pert and bouncy buttocks was a special for him, the glorious flesh and soft, but firm cheeks. When Mike completed his washing, the young boy turned until he was completely rinsed, then left the shower, picked up a large towel and seemed to wait for Mike.
Mike also left the shower, turning off the spray, turned to get a towel. When he went to dry the boy, he had disappeared. Mike hurried to the door, following those small footprints on the dark tiles. There was no boy in the hall, either way. 'Now why did he leave, and where does he go?' Mike had the strong feeling that he was supposed to understand the reason he sees the boy, and why the boy appears to him. Now he felt very disappointed, he seemed so close to him, somehow making a connection, but still not quite.
After drying off, Mike put on some boxers, dimmed the lights and tried to stay awake to see Brian when he came home. No luck. Actually, Brian had already left for school when Mike woke in the morning, leaving him a note of love and devotion, and regret that they hadn't even spoken. He had cuddled Mike during the night for a while, but got no response so he slept close to Mike but not on top of him, Brian's favorite place for sleeping.
Larry van Rensselear raised his cup to his lips, sipping the hot coffee carefully. He and Mike were taking a break the next day in the coffee shop of the building and Mike had told him of the events in the previous evening.
"Larry, I must be going crazy, or I'm dreaming, walking in my sleep. Just can't understand this phenomenon, it just seems to real to me"
"Have you talked to Brian?"
"No, like ships we pass in the night. Either his schedule has to change, or mine does. Hell, Larry, we're as good as married but hardly connect except on weekends."
Larry mulled over something, "Mike, is there any place where it is possible for you two to get married? Some other country?"
Mike smiled ruefully. "The only place that I know of is The Netherlands, those Dutch are up to all sorts of things. But I'm not sure it would be good or not to do it." He put his face in his hands, "Larry, thanks for putting up with me, you have always been so good to talk to. I'm sure that I astonish you sometimes, but that's what friends are for, right?"
Laughing with Mike, Larry gets up, picks up the check and they leave, nothing solved but Mike's fragile sense of honesty and integrity was strengthened a bit.
Again that night Brian had to be at a seminar in the evening and Mike was beat. As the night before, he decided on a shower then relaxing in his robe with some reports he was to read before the next day. He had just started to read one of the reports when the boy appeared in the doorway of the bedroom. Mike remained quiet, not wanting to scare him away.
The boy was obviously aware that he'd been with Mike the night before, so he walked slowly to the bed, still naked as ever, and crawled up next to Mike. Hesitantly, he reached with both hand to the flaps of Mike's robe which covered up his naked body. As in a slow motion movie, the boy's hands pulled those flaps to either side of Mike's body, laying them down as he examined the older man's naked body from head to toe.
Mike decided to make a little gesture, he raised both arms up and toward the boy, and included a questioning expression on his face. The boys eyes were bright and gleaming, his lips red and shining, beginning to form the most winning smile Mike had ever seen. Finally, the boy relaxed, smiled, crept close to Mike and grabbed him, then put his face next to Mike's and kissed him on the lips. Without hesitation Mike wrapped his arms completely around the boy, his hands rubbing his back, butt and thighs, so smooth, and the gracefully-contoured cheeks. Mike was running on automatic pilot, what he did seemed perfectly proper and suitable, almost pre-determined.
Mike closed his eyes almost without realizing it, slipping into a light sleep, unaware of his surroundings and anyone or anything in them.
About an hour later Brian walked into their bedroom, noticing Mike asleep on their bed, but not really in it. His arms were spread apart, his legs taut and tense but stretched apart as if he were waiting for someone to fill them, someone to complete his position and hold him.
Brian smiled, trying to understand, but undressed and had a shower before he got near Mike. He was particular, using special aromatic soap, then deodorant and Mike's favorite cologne, cleaned his teeth and breath, drying himself everywhere, even combing his blond curls into some sort of order, an order not usually easy for him to obtain.
He climbed onto the bed, crawled near Mike then kissed him on the lips. Mike woke slowly, little by little until he realized that he was holding someone but not the boy. He actually panicked, calling, "Where is he. Where did he go? Help, we must get him to help him."
Brian held Mike's body against his own, "Mike, I'm here now. What's the matter? Who are you looking for? Tell me what to do."
Mike looked at Brian as if he didn't recognize him, then blinking his eyes when he finally realized who he was holding. "Oh, Brian, I've got to tell you everything, all about the boy. He stayed with me this time, at least until I was asleep."
"Go ahead, Mike, take your time."
Mike told Brian about each time he saw the boy, how he always ran away until the time he let Mike see him more closely. How he came into the shower with him and they washed each other and dried afterward. How the boy smiled at him when they were on the bed, kissed him and let Mike hold him tightly as he held Mike.
"That was it, Brian. Am I going crazy?"
Brian smiled lovingly at Mike, wiping his hair off his forehead, leaning down to kiss Mike gently on his lips.
"Have you no idea who that boy was, Mike?"
"He looked familiar, Brian, but I didn't know who he seemed like."
Brian lay beside Mike and pulled their bodies together. "Mike, that was me."
Mike eyes widened, staring at Mike, trying to understand.
"Was the boy about 12 years old, Mike?"
"Yes."
"Well, that would be six years ago, my dear friend, and my mother had recently died." He swallowed with difficulty, "I was lost, desperate, trying to kill myself I missed her so much. In your eyes the boy didn't grow up, but I actually did grow up. I grew up and managed to find my love again, that was you, Mike. My lost love."
He continued, "Thank the Lord that Adam kept me from killing myself, at least until I found you. I know now why he was so ecstatic that I went after you and captured you. Does it make sense now?"
"I guess. But he seemed so lost and desperate, forlorn and despondent, I guess I played my part, didn't I." Mike smiled sadly, yet hopefully and optimistically.
"Mike, you won't see that boy again, he is now extraordinarily happy and satisfied. How about you and I celebrate my success and your accomplishments with a little of the love we found."
"I don't know how I'm going to explain all this to Larry, I had talked to him trying to understand what was going on. He paused, looked at Brian, then, "You're my boy, and I'm so happy that I'm your lover."
"We're together forever, Mikey,"
"Yes, together forever, Bri."
To the readers: The last chapter of my story, Turning The Page, Chapter 20, will be completed soon. Email from readers would be appreciated by the author: authorpaul@mail.com
P.D.