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. Otherwise read on and the author hopes you enjoy it.
Furthermore, the country, the legislature and its members, the capitol and River City in a state whose strange name for some reason is Ohio, are complete figments of the author's imagination. All characters described herein are completely fictitious and are not intended to represent any living person.
Turning the Page 2001 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. Write to Paul at authorpaul@hotmail.com.
Turning the Page - Chapter 5
Mike slowly raised his eyelids, cleared his view by blinking them a few times, and looked immediately into Brian's face just a few inches from his own. His young lover was still asleep, breathing softly and slowly, his warm breath tickling Mike's chest hair since the blond's head rested on his lover's shoulder.
The room was cool but Mike felt very warm with his partner snuggled closely against him. Brian was a cuddly hot water bottle that would never go cold. Mike carefully extricated himself from under his dear friend because he needed to pee badly. He gingerly slid from under the covers, standing naked beside the bed, pausing to look at the extraordinarily handsome 18 year old former Congressional Page. His beautiful face appeared serene and relaxed, reflecting the warmhearted attitude he had shown while falling asleep.
Mike headed for Brian's mammoth bathroom, his solid morning erection pointing the way, searching for relief with its inner radar. He quietly shut the door and aimed his erection down before allowing his stream of urine to splash in the water. 'It must be early', he thought though he hadn't seen the time, 'I'll go back and maybe we can sleep some more.' Before he left the bathroom, he took the time to brush his teeth and hopefully sweeten his morning breath.
The legislator cautiously reentered their huge bed, insinuating his now-cooler body back under Brian's still warm naked flesh. Obviously, he hadn't been careful enough, or the shock of his cool body against Brian's warm one had been too extreme because Brian started stretching his limbs and actually nuzzling against his lover. The slender blond soon realized the person he was hugging held less heat than his own body.
Brian's eyes popped open, a bit startled until he realized he was holding tightly to Mike, his lover, and now fiancee since last night's promises. At that point he strengthened his grip and moaned contentedly, stretching his neck so his lips could reach Mike's for the first morning kiss.
"Aha," Brian jerked away and complained, "you stinker, you've been up and brushed your teeth. That's not fair, Mr. Happy Breath." He gave Mike a light punch in the shoulder, grinning.
"But, my young dear one," Mike returned, "you never have an unpleasant breath. I swear you must munch on Altoids all night." He snickered quietly, holding Brian closer to himself, rubbing his hand down the boy's muscular back to his buttocks with which his hands immediately started to grapple.
Mike lips were messing with Brian's ear, "Honey, you know what I'd like?" He didn't wait, "I like to take a shower with you. I saw what looked to me like a team shower room and I'd like to try it out with you. Ok?"
Brian grinned lasciviously at Mike, "Heh, heh, I think that's a great idea, lover. Let's go!"
He crawled out of the emperor sized bed, made a grab for Mike's hardon and succeeded, then pulled him to the bathroom toward the shower room by his erection that was dripping already, pushed the button which started all the jets flowing with the correct temperature. The shower room was completely tiled on all surfaces, about 10 feet square, room for multiple bathers or lovers.
Mike found himself being barraged by at least eight shower heads, connecting front and back and both sides at different levels, too, with an invigorating force on his naked flesh. To protect himself, he grabbed Brian's nude body, drawing it to himself, embracing the mass of such perfect silken skin, the defined muscles from the tough traps and delts, to bulging biceps, then to platelike pecs and lats, abs and finally the perfectly formed glutes, the beautiful, tight and full buttocks, so hard yet supple enough to yield to Mike's searching fingers.
The older man was in flesh heaven, not having had much experience in male-to-male sex except just a bit at 14 with his old buddy Bryan and what he and Brian had done so far. They hadn't experimented beyond the usual sucking and each fucked once , which had satisfied Mike, but he wanted more of the same. Right then he was only concerned with satisfying Brian's desires and his own. By rubbing Brian's back and butt, he knew his own cock was rock solid, a shaft of flesh, cartilage and blood-swollen spongy tissue, and he could feel Brian's equally hard cock against his crotch.
Meanwhile, Brian was massaging Mike's shoulders and cheeks, cherishing his flesh just as he was being treasured. Their lips met in a fierce tangle of tongues and slippery kisses exchanging juices, both men relishing his committed lover, their fire and passion, raising their excitement to new heights. Brian pressed another button in the wall which lowered the water pressure so that the streams hit the floor, not them. That kept the room warm and steamy.
The younger man slowly licked down Mike's front, nipping at each nipple, tonguing them and pressing the firm pectoral underneath, all the while holding Mike's back tightly and caressing the skin and muscles. After making a pass at the umbilicus (it was an innie) with his tongue and lips, Brian reached the dark pubic hair, tight and curly, licking the matted shadow around his genitals, red and swollen, raging hot and throbbing. The scrotum had retreated already up into Mike's groin, the balls nestled close around his cock, as if searching for protection, hairless skin on the bag was smooth and enlarged by the potent balls, full of sperm.
Quickly, Brian grabbed hold of Mike's scrotum, pulling down on the tender testicles while the other hand was wrapped around the long cock which pulsed vigorously, as if trying to get away from the hand. It wasn't and it didn't because Brian held on tightly, moving his hand back and forth, sliding the velvet skin over the head and back again. Brian's slippery tongue licked the drop of pre-cum that had emerged from the urethra in the spongy, bursting cock head, then began to swipe around the helmet-like cap which soon disappeared into Brian's mouth, into the soft warmth and caressing tissues in that murky cave.
While Brian started sucking and licking the older man's love tool, his tongue found every bump and vein on the surface, and Mike's dick head found the back of the younger man's throat where the muscles drew more pre-cum from it, bringing Mike closer and closer to climaxing. Brian could tell he was getting hotter and switch from his cock to his balls, trying to get one, maybe two, in his mouth, but they were stubborn, clinging heatedly to their nest and let go reluctantly. Once free, those testicles found another home in the Brian's mouth, savoring the dark cavern which warmed and excited them, his tongue spreading his inner juices full of sexual vitamins and minerals.
With the balls still in his mouth, Brian used his fingers to delicately feel behind the balls, along the perineum, that super-sensitive skin between Mike's thighs leading to the blond's immediate target, which he found with his middle finger between the melons of buttocks. In the secret, sacred flesh around the anus that he found, he layered the slick saliva over the wrinkled opening, hearing Mike moan even louder, pushing just the tip into it, sensing the power of his sphincter that was pinching him. He slammed his mouth over Mike's cock again, all the way down to the hair, the searching prick nose shoved into his throat where it again drooled pre-jizz on his tonsils.
Sucking on Mike as hard as he could, faster and rougher, Brian shoved his first two fingers as far as they could go into Mike's asshole in pursuit of his prostate. He found the knob and palpitated the gland, sending his lover into a paroxysm, a seizure of sexual fervor which filled his whole body and transmitted that to Brian who sucked still harder and fucked his lover's ass with three fingers easily.
"Brian, stop, please stop," Mike yelled, "I want you inside me. Please, please make love to me in my ass, now, Brian, please now. I don't want to come until you do. Dear heart, please!"
Mike pulled him cock and ass away from Brian's mouth and hands, regretfully in a way, but hoping for a greater expression of their love, their passion and their happiness. Turning his buttocks toward Brian, his hand pulling wide his ass cheeks, Mike called, "Brian, here it is, come now and make love to me, shove it in there, quick!"
As soon as he could stand up and grab his already solid, concrete cock, he grabbed hold of Mike's hip, pressed the drooling head of his dick onto his rose bud of an anus and shoved quickly all the way in. Mike groaned, sounding in pain but loving it, though Brian didn't stop because he knew this was just what Mike wanted. His balls banged against Mike's scrotum, his pubic hair pushing on his buttocks as he lay over his lover's back, thrusting and pulling his hips and cock into and out of Mike's asshole, faster and heavily.
While ramming his overcharged cock into Mike, Brian reached around to Mike's groin, pushed his lover's hand away from his cock, and started to masturbate the solid rocket of a dick fast and furiously, igniting it, pushing it to blast off! Soon Mike hollered, "Brian, I'm cuming, I'm cuming, cum with me, take me and fill me with your honey, your love, your essence, now babe, here I cum."
Spasm after spasm hit Mike, his body in the throes of a cataclysm of physical passion, and emotional release, his hips thrusting back and forth while Brian plunged his love organ into the moving target with poise and confidence. Brian's hand felt Mike's cock pulsing and throbbing as his white, clotted semen flowed from it, slobbering to the shower floor. Mike groaned and moaned, breathing hard, his mouth and dick dripping all over the tiles.
"Mikey, oh ... oh ..... I'm loving your ass and I love it and you ... I'm cuming ... it's almost ... it's .. ugh ...uh ... ungg ... here it is ... in your body .... ugh ... "
His cock is throbbing and thrusting, pushing three, four, five shots of juicy cum into Mike's ass, deep into his body and soul. Brian leaned over on Mike's back, wrapping his arms around this lover's body, letting his cock finish spurting inside the warm sheath.
The young blond is so overcome with emotion and passion, that tears flood his eyes, his body shakes with uncontrolled sobs and jagged breathing, which Mike feels and immediately stands straight and turns to take his young lover into his arms, embracing his body while kissing that beautiful face, so flushed and glowing with gladness and love. Brian finally recovered from his monumental climax and began to hold Mike and return his kisses. Mike couldn't help having tears in his eyes, he loved this young man so much, and especially loved Brian's making love to him in such a special way.
Shortly, Brian raised the water jets, they washed each other avidly, even raising their standards to the horizontal position, so soon after cuming. That comes from being so young.
Drying off, the two hunks walked into Brian's bedroom, not flaunting their youthful, naked bodies, though that was the effect, and they found Adam waiting.
"Mahstah Brian, I do apologize for interrupting whatever you two were getting up to, but I must perforce ask you to cease and desist immediately. Your lawyers are awaiting at this moment in the library to talk to you and the Congressman." All that was said in his best imitation of a now extinct British butler.
Brian still looked stunned. "Adam, how the hell did you get into my bedroom? I know the door was locked before we went to bed." He turned to Mike, "Wasn't it?"
Mike nodded solemnly, "Oh yes, we were most careful to try to keep our privacy. You see," he spoke gravely, "we are not at all used to an audience to our playing around!" Then he broke the mood and started snickering, laughing loud and long.
"Mike, behave, " Brian warned, "or I'll have to grab something you prize most exceedingly and squeeze hard!"
"Mahstah Brian, if I may interrupt again. You never took the time while living in this house to search out all the secret passageways and hidden stairs. Think about this when you consider that I know everything about you - well most everything. Someday I'll take both of you on a tour of the hidden byways. In the meantime, I have served the gentlemen in the library coffee and a selection of Danish, but they won't wait forever, even for your eminences." With a uppity snort, he raised his right hand over his head, pointed his forefinger straight down to touch the top of his skull, twirled on one foot three times, finally leaving by the regular door.
Both men were completely in the throes of hilarity, never having seen Adam act in such a ludicrous and silly manner, he was usually so staid and proper. Resolving to present themselves in their finest, they dressed in their best suits, white dress shirts, Tiffany ties and vests, more quickly than ever before in their lives.
Before leaving Brian's bedroom, Mike decided they better make some decisions about the issues these lawyers might bring up.
Mike pulled Brian down on the bed beside himself, embracing him tightly. "Brian, I would like to take charge as your personal lawyer, and cut these lawyers off at the knees. I'm a lawyer, and I know what drives them. First, we'll announce that I am the executor, and you wish to be their client, replacing your father, as long as you like their services."
"That sounds good to me. What else?"
"Your father's consulting company should be dissolved quickly, and all records should be brought here, under your personal control. Who is the accountant?"
Brian thought a moment, "Oh, yes, that's Roy, Roy MacLean. He's very good I think."
"If he is good and knows the accounts well, you should keep him on, at least for six months, maybe longer. Give him a raise, or bonus or something to keep him on the job."
"What about a funeral or memorial service? We haven't talked about that."
"We won't need either because he didn't want it and there is no body, but we will have a burial service at the family plot later sometime, mainly setting up a memorial stone of some sort." Brian was speaking softly, possibly close to breaking down. Mike tightened his arms' hold on Brian's body, trying to transfer his own strength to his lover's physique.
Calming themselves down with difficulty, they shared a brief but spirited kiss and entered the grand library of the mansion, erect and dignified (they thought). The lawyers were old and terribly serious, regarding them with cold, calculating eyes, probably wondering just how much they could skim off the top of this inheritance.
Mike sat behind Brian's father's antique desk and spoke first, "Gentlemen, I am Michael Keith, personal lawyer for Brian Stuart Whitlow, son of Stuart Macleod Whitlow, who was your client. I also happen to be a lawyer and an Ohio Representative in the present Congress. I assume first that Brian will also be a client of yours, that is, if he is satisfied with the service he receives in the future. I have been appointed to be the executor of the estate by Brian Whitlow since his father neglected to name anyone."
The two lawyers nodded, confidently and optimistically, toward Mike, who nodded back and smiled, somewhat skeptically.
"We assume that his father's consulting company will be dissolved as soon as possible. He was the only employee except for his secretary, and if Mr. MacLean agrees, he will be retained on salary for at least one year to reconcile all accounts and property of the company. He will then be given severance pay equal to six months of his salary, which I do know is considerable. All records will be brought to this house and analyzed and recorded as needed." He paused, "There will be no funeral or memorial service; his father did not want that." Mike paused to collect himself, to settle his emotions, "Since there are no remains because of the incinerating fire, a suitable memorial monument will be erected in the family burial plot."
Brian, sitting in an antique chair next to the desk, looked down at his feet for a few moments, then raised his head, turned and gave Mike a very loving and warm smile. With that Mike did look at Brian and smiled broadly, receiving a deep and penetrating stare from those liquid blue eyes.
"Gentlemen, I have read Stuart MacLeod Whitlow's will and believe I understand his wishes entirely. Correct me if I'm wrong, but it is my opinion that the entire estate will be coming to Brian, and without probate because of the trusts he set up. Right?"
Lawyer No. 1 spoke. "Yes, that is right. The only possessions of his father's that were not in trust were the day to day funds of his company and your personal resources. Mr. Adam Macleod has a trust fund set up by your father ten years ago and he is aware of that asset." He continued, "There will be a large amount of insurance because of Mr Whitlow's purchase of a business policy in the circumstance of his death, since he was the sole asset of the company."
Lawyer No. 2 continued, turning toward Brian, "We will leave with you the complete estate and company accounts of your father, Stuart MacLeod Whitlow, for your examination. You will probably want your accountant to check everything, but it should be all in order."
Lawyer No. 1 added, "When you are satisfied with everything, you need to sign the documents on top and return them to us. I assume you have enough in the household accounts to continue running this household for a month or two."
Mike answered, "Yes, we are fine for the moment, but we will be back very quickly with the signed documents to complete the transfer, if everything looks accurate and complete. Thank you gentlemen, I appreciate you coming here on short notice. Is there anything else for the moment?"
Both lawyers rose, looked at each other with glances that said, 'Damn, no skimming off the top for us on this one,' and muttered a bit and left. Adam was ready to assist their departure. Once they had left, he walked into the library to clean up the coffee service and other debris. The two young men rose, grinned at each other and gave a solid 'high five' slap which developed quickly into a hot-blooded embrace and torrid meeting of their heated lips.
Adam smiled at them, wondering when he should break it up, but finally deciding that they should have to answer his questions.
"Ah, gentlemen, I really hate to break in again, but if you wouldn't mind, I'd like to know your plans for the rest of the day, and if they include some activities out of your bed." Having received no response, he paused, then continued, "Otherwise, I'll just have to take my MONEY and start traveling away somewhere, somewhere you ARE NOT!"
Adam tried to stomp out of the room, but the carpeting was so thick, he made absolutely no sound and turned around to see Brian and Mike in silent hysterics. His face became flushed as he felt they were laughing at him, playing the fool, undeservedly giving him a hard time. That really pissed him off, he turned again toward the door, intending to leave immediately. However, before he could do it, he was tackled by two young men (mature boys) who were still giggling irresponsibly and without ceasing. The three men crashed to the carpeted floor, a frantic jumble of six arms and six legs, three heads and torsos, while Brian and Mike worked desperately to immobilize Adam so that he could not leave.
Adam kept yelling for them to get off of him, let him alone and let him leave this place of madness. He wasn't angry any more, but the others didn't know that, so they intensified their efforts to contain him. Adam knew he was dealing with two love-sick young people who were not making much sense and who could hardly breathe for their laughter, getting weaker by the second. Escaping from their holds would be easy now, he thought, but he actually did not want to.
"If you have had enough fun, you silly boys, I'd still like some kind of an answer."
Mike recovered his breathing first and spoke to Adam, his hands holding Adam's head between them with affection, "Adam, you can't leave us, you know we'd screw everything up for sure, and also, you are family and we love you". With that, Mike put a huge sloppy kiss on Adam's lips.
Brian immediately squeezed higher up on Adam's body, pushing Mike out of the way, also giving Adam his own personal smack on the lips. "Adam, you know damn well I'd be lost without you and so would Mike, so it would be cruel and inhuman punishment to desert us." After another kiss, "And as Mike says, you are family and can't escape that. We have pronounced that you ARE family. OK?"
Adam couldn't help smiling at both of them, tempted to reveal to them his secrets, but he would not, at least not now, and he answered, "Brian, you are very young and should act very silly at times, but Mike, you are my age and need to set Brian a good example, like I do." He turned to Brian, "And you, young pup, have been so strong and patient, you deserve another kiss." And he did just that.
"And for all morning exertions (ahem), I'll take us out for breakfast at The Morning Exchange, my favorite restaurant, after which you may return to your bedroom and spend the whole day in bed it you wish."
The other two decided that was a plan and since they were all dressed up and not too wrinkled, they headed for the restaurant in Mike's Mustang. Their meal was frequently interrupted by laughing, snickering, giggling and a few seconds of sober conversation. The manager of the restaurant considered asking them to leave, but he was well aware of who they were, except for the congressman. The men had become a family.
Within two hours Brian and Mike had returned home after finishing breakfast, divested of their clothes, showered again and slid between the sheets of the king sized bed, clutching their nakedness to each other, kissing and petting for a warm and exciting 5 minutes of foreplay.
Brian whispered, "Mike, I love you, every part and limb, especially your toys here," he grabbed Mike's dick and jerked it a little, "that I get to enjoy myself."
Mike retaliated by taking Brian's genitals in both hands, warming them, caressing them, fondling the balls while stretching his penis to its full length. He softly rubbed the spongy, yet solid glans with his thumb, feeling his pre-lube oozing from the slit and spreading the slick smoothness over all of the organ.
The older man was also nuzzling Brian's neck and shoulder, kissing and licking as he went. The smooth and solid flesh excited him, bringing him to new heights of ecstacy.
"Brian, you would make me very happy if you would make love to me again, make love to my yearning, fiery hole, sink your big cock all the way and ram it and ram it until you drench my guts with your life's seed. I know you just did that a couple hours ago, but I need you and I need more."
Brian answered his lover by climbing on top of him, pressing his naked body against the slender, but muscular body underneath him and preceded to kiss him from lips on down.
Brian toyed with Mike's large nipples, tweaking the protuberant teats, even biting down on them just a little before kissing and licking further down the man's body. Meanwhile, Brian's hand were caressing Mike's pecs, sides and abdomen, trying to raise Mike's temperature to new heights, trying to excite his senses and stimulate his nerves.
Mike was squirming under his lover, his arms and legs flexing almost spasmodically, while his skin shivered where Brian touched and fondle him, his nerve ends stimulated enough to create visions in his mind of his lover and of the few times they had already been together as sexual beings. He thought of the excitement on their sailboat, when Brian had made love to him and took his virginity so tenderly yet fiercely; sending him to a climax without even touching himself. His asshole burned and flamed yet accepted Brian's cock easily because of his love for the young man and his need to have the fire in his rear end soothed through the eruption of the slick, hot semen into it.
Brian continued down Mike's body, sucking and licking the nipples, the abs and into his belly button; finally he ventured through the pubic hair, licking and pulling it until Mike complained a bit.
"Oh, ok, I'll move on." He grabbed Mike's legs behind his knees and pushed them up until his knees were on either side of his head and his thighs rested on his chest. In this position Brian had easy access to Mike's butt which he kissed all over, sliding closer to the chasm between them, running his tongue along the split, but not right on the wrinkled hole. He was saving that.
"Brian, honey, I'm awful close to coming even without touching myself. Could you sort of hurry up?" he paused, "I mean, get that monster in my butt, now!"
The younger man moved up Mike's body to reach his lips which he kissed fervently, feeling their softness but also their inner strength. They hugged each other tightly, petting and fondling naked, smooth skin, knowing where their love lay. Finally he reached for the KY on the night stand and wetting his fingers, started pushing one, then two into Mike's hole. After three fingers entered easily, he decided that his cock would easily fit in that hole.
Mike was again writhing under Brian's efforts, clutching his lover's back, then made a grab for Brian's cock, pulsing and throbbing against his own butt, trying to pull the rock hard organ into his waiting hole, pulsing and winking. The wrinkled red-brown flower of his soul waited impatiently for Brian to fill the void in his rear end as he was sure no one else could.
Brian knew he better hurry, so he grabbed his fully-erected love shaft and quickly took aim at the tiny orifice in Mike's bottom, pushed hard and slid right in the slick hot hole, until his glans flange reached inside the sphincter, pulling the cock in with an unbelievable suction of Mike's body. Brian looked at Mike's face which was smiling and seemed in a glow of fire, his dark eyes staring into Brian's blue ones, communicating into those depths his delight in his lover and his talented love organ. That was a good sign, so the young man thrust his pulsing, swelling cock all the way into Mike, until his balls slapped against Mike's buttocks, their bodies completely united in physical love and an emotional bond that was going to last the two devoted males for probably many, many years together.
"Oh- I'm coming, Brian, I'm coming. Here it is, " he yelled excitedly, "I'm shooting without even touching myself," he gasped, "that's what you do to me, you super man, amant extraordinaire et marveilleuse. Oh, I love you so much, Brian"
Brian hurried his pounding against Mike, plunging his slab of prick meat faster and harder until he too cried, "I"m coming, Mikey, oh I love you, I'm shooting my seed way deep into you. Can you feel it? I'm shooting - ah - my - bolt - again- and again."
Brian lay on top of Mike, his stomach and abdomen coming to rest on the puddles that Mike had discharged all over his front. His still pulsing cock sent more semen into Mike's bottom, but he collapsed on Mike, kissing and licking his taut lips, his tongue finding his lover's to flick and duel without stopping.
The two exhausted men caressed, fondled and petted each other's naked, sweaty body, along with making murmuring sounds and a bunch of cooing of loving endearments, their hands clutching each other tightly until Brian complained that he couldn't breathe.
"Hey, Mike, I think we'd better shower again, together, right?"
Mike grinned, "Sure, sounds like fun to me. Let's go before we are stuck together forever," he paused, "although that might not be bad either."
He slid off the bed, grabbed Brian's cock, still partially erect, wet and slick, and pulled the younger man gently out of bed and headed toward the bathroom and shower. Brian couldn't resist wrapping his fist around Mike's spent dick, pulling them together, grabbing Mike around the waist, embracing his lover. He put one hand behind Mike's head, drawing the dark haired man's lips close to his own, finally smashing their lips together. He caressed Mike's body, his shoulders and back, down to the beautiful, prominent buttocks, sliding a finger to Mike's love hole, gently feeling the pursed anus.
"Does it feel ok, Mike? Making love twice in such a short length of time, I hope I didn't hurt your rear end opening, did I?"
Mike squeezed his lover and mumbled, "My love, you are the greatest, so damn sexy and so gentle with me. Your cock inside me is my culmination in sexual excitements, I'll never deny you entrance, ever. I love you so much." He clutched Brian's buttocks and pulled his body into his own. "And my turn is next, remember, I want to take you as my own, unite my body and spirit with yours, and I'll ravage this sacred opening." At that point Mike was fingering Brian's anus, slightly entering the love trap. '
Finally, they walked into the large shower, cleaned each other thoroughly, dried and returned to casual dress - briefs, jeans and sport shirts with running shoes.
"Brian, I just realized I don't know this house at all. I better have Adam give me a guided tour as soon as we can," he paused and smiled, "Do you have an office or something on this floor?"
Brian gripped Mike's right hand, leading him to another door in his bedroom which opened into a smaller room but furnished as an office.
"This has been my office for years where I've done homework, kept my possessions in order and played a lot of computer games." He snickered, "I'm really hot on some of them," he continued, "but it is our office now. Did you need to work now?"
"Yes, my love, I have a number of phone messages to answer and I have to check in with Liz in River City. She'll be wondering how and where I am. So, lead me to the phone."
"Ok, Mike, I'll head downstairs and visit with Adam or something, maybe practice. Have fun," Brian smiled and reached to kiss his love on the lips and all over his face..
Mike continued to make necessary political calls and some in connection with his duties in the house. He was primarily trying to decide whether he needed to stay in Washington, or could head home to Ohio for some campaign efforts. And, he and Brian could stay at the cabin and enjoy the lake and the woods, and of course each other.
Putting the phone down on the cradle, he realized that he had been hearing some first-rate piano music for the last few minutes. He rose and walked out of the office into the hall and down the grand staircase, following the sounds of a fine piano. When he reached the library and saw Brian playing at the huge grand piano, he remembered the piece he was playing - The Gladiolus Rag by Scott Joplin. He played it slowly, as it should be played, with every syncopation exact.
Brian finished the Joplin rag with a flourish and emoted ending.
Mike walked to him quickly, drew his lover into his arms, "Lover, I had no idea you played so well. You said you took some lessons, and I think you did very well. I love Joplin's rags, do you have another one?"
Brian thought a moment, then, "My favorite, I think, is The Entertainer. Loved that movie." His fingers struck the keys and whizzed through the intricacies of Joplin's work.
"Ah, Brian, I think besides enlarging the shower in the cabin, I better be thinking about a piano for the cabin. Won't be easy keeping it in tune with all that weather and moisture, but we'll be able to do it. Right?" Brian nodded.
Mike continued, "Well, that's settled. Now there's good news, I think. Brian, if you can get away, we need to go back to Ohio to start spreading the word to the voters that I'm running again. We have quite a bit of time before the session in the House starts, so better to be on the ball than under it." He released Brian, but the younger man held on tight.
"Hey, Mike, that's great, I'm with you, ya know, where you go I'm tagging along. We will have to figure out something about school for me; maybe private school, maybe placement tests in a college, maybe home schooling. That might be a winner - we can have school where ever we go, right? Think about it, ok."
Mike kissed Brian's lips, if for no other reason than to shut him up. Hah! That's a big job. Of course his kiss was returned, which led to more 'making out'.
Adam groaned, "Oh, no, not more of that mushy stuff. I'm leaving. Don't do anything I wouldn't do, or is it would do."
Mike broke in, "We are going to have to leave for Ohio tomorrow, so we're going up to Brian's bedroom and we can .... ah ... pack, right?" He grinned seductively toward Brian and waggled his eyebrows. Adam gave more groans and left for the kitchen.
Mike pushed his hand inside Brian's jeans and briefs to fondle his dear one's buttocks, sliding his middle finger between them, toying with the convoluted anus, making Brian shiver and moan, pushing his ass back into the finger. The lovers headed upstairs and their visions of romance and just plain s-e-x with each other!
Mike's beloved car, The Mustang, faithfully roared through the Pennsylvania Turnpike, steadily covering the miles to Ohio and the cabin and lake. This time, though, Brian was driving and having a great while with Mike's precious car, enjoying the power and drive, the ease of negotiating the traffic tie-ups. Brian hadn't driven much, mostly having Adam take him where he needed to go, and he was thrilled and excited to be driving, especially that Mike had let him do the driving, at least on the turnpike. On the down side he wasn't too sure just how well he'd do when he had to go through the tunnels on the turnpike. The last time through them Mike was driving, but Brian felt distracted by the car and truck lights, the noise and the enclosed feeling of the tunnel itself.
When the next service center appeared on their side of the turnpike, Brian pulled off and into the parking lot. Mike didn't wake up, so Brian walked into the restaurant, stretching his aching legs as he went. He was tired already and hadn't driven far and was afraid he might fall asleep at the wheel. He'd have to ask Mike to drive, but first, a cup of coffee and a couple of rolls would help his disposition, even through so far his temperament had been even and very pleasant.
Coming back to the car with the goodies, Brian knocked on the passenger window until Mike finally woke, looked out the window.
"How did you get out there?" Mike was half asleep and certainly not very aware, but eventually realized the car was stopped, parked in the service center and at last he spotted the coffee and the rolls in Brian's hands.
After eating, Mike took the wheel, exited the service center onto the turnpike, heading directly west toward River City. Brian had made more miles than he thought, probably just one hundred miles to go.
Sitting in the passenger seat, the young blond was probing the bulge in his own crotch which had just started enlarging while he was watching Mike, his handsome face, sexy thighs and the basket between them. He could wait no longer so he reached between Mike's legs to cup his hot rod and attachments, applying pressure and flexing his fingers over the enticing flesh.
"Ah, Brian, this could be dangerous. Maybe we should wait."
"Well, you can wait, but I can't. I'll be careful. My big trouble is with this console and shift lever by which I might be fucked, well, that might not be too bad, considering." He giggled.
Mike, obviously aroused now, the mound in his crotch hugely grown, "Just take it easy."
Brian let go of Mike and opening his pants quickly, pushed them and his briefs down to his ankles. "I though I better give you some eye candy." His cock stuck straight up toward the roof, throbbing and wavering, obviously enjoying the hand teasing the head and sliding up and down the slick shaft, coated with the drooling pre-cum from the deep red head.
"Brian, there is a blanket in the back seat. Get it and have it ready in case you have to cover up in a hurry. No, don't cover up yet. I need to see you in all your glory."
"If you'll just lift your right arm higher, I'll be no trouble at all." He smiled wickedly at Mike, his eyes sparkling brightly, showing a deep, deep blue, like his love for Mike.
Opening his belt, unsnapping the pants and pulling down the zipper, Brian worked hard to extricate his lover's penile erection from his shorts, getting it straight up from its nest in Mike's pants, not hard to see that the cock was much relieved to be out in the open. Somehow Brian squeezed enough to get his body across the front seats and after Mike pushed his seat back toward the read, he'd managed to locate his mouth immediately above the object of his passion, his desire and his lust - Mike's erect cock. At that same time Mike had reach enough to place his right hand on Brian's pert, sexy bottom, and feeling the soft, vibrant flesh, so vital, hoping that he doesn't wreck his precious car.
Mike had placed his flat hand on the rounded, full buttocks in the passenger seat, rubbing and gently caressing, his middle finger occasionally slipping between the glorious, naked glutes. He felt the very light crop of body hair between them, but he knew from personal inspection that Brian's actual asshole was hair free, a beautiful flowering sensual delight for his eyes and for his cock.
Brian turned his lower body so that his cock was available to Mike who took advantage of the move by slowly masturbating his lover's instrument of love, the Cupid's dart to pierce his heart and his ass.
Removing his mouth from Mike's cockhead, he moaned and groaned, "Mike, that feels so good, rub me hard and fast and I'll suck you hard and fast. Let's come together."
Mike's cock was pouring out streams of pre-cum, sliding down the sides of his dick into his underpants and his crotch and balls faster than Brian could suck it up. Then he decided to suck hard, moving his head up and down, as much as he could in the cramped space, bumping his ear on the steering wheel until Mike stiffened, fighting to keep control of the car while he was ejaculating. The car had reached almost 90 miles an hour, before Mike got it under control.
He wiped the sweat off his forehead, "That was close, good there weren't many cars."
He continued, "Brian, that's so good, so sexy and loving, and I'm hoping you came with me, did you dear heart?"
Brian relaxed and looked down to his crotch where his erection was slowly subsiding, falling to the seat where streams of his cum lay on the cloth, gradually being absorbed into the fabric.
"I'm afraid I messed up your seat here, Mikey, my jizz has soaked in already. I'll clean it up later for you, love of my life."
Mike sent his warmest smile to his love, "Makes no difference, dear heart, we can always get the seat cleaned, though, maybe I will leave it there to remember you.
"While we have some time, Brian, we had better talk about our situation here is River City. Ok?"
"Hey, you aren't going to make me live at the YMCA are you?" Brian was really worried.
Mike laughed, "Don't worry, love, you will always be with me, beside me and especially under me at times. What I wanted to talk about was your relationship with me in the view of the town's people, and how we do work out living arrangements. I don't think there will be any trouble if my campaign worker from Washington stays with me at the cabin, since you will have to work in both offices, whether you like it or now."
Brian jumped in, "I like, I like."
"And we'll have to watch Liz Crouse at the River City campaign headquarters because she is like a teacher, very intelligent with eyes in the back of her head. I love her and value her friendship greatly, and even though she knows a lot without being told anything, she will keep her own thoughts and feelings to herself. In other words, she never gossips or speaks out of turn on any subject, and although she has known me since I was a child, she has never alluded to any of my early peccadillos. Without her I would absolutely never have been elected, nor will I be reelected. Just so you know how I feel about her, in case there is a question."
He continued, "I love her, but I'm IN love with you. Right?"
Brian nodded agreeably, very interested in meeting this wonder woman, and wondering what his reaction will be toward her.
Mike continued, "We'll have to be very careful in how we act toward each other; we should be friendly, but not touching or stand or sit too near each other. We can do that, Ok?"
"Oh, right, I'll be careful, but it will take all the willpower I can muster."
"So, we should be ok if we watch ourselves and show our feelings only in private at the cabin. If we are ever discovered 'in flagrante delicto' as the term goes, we'll be in real trouble."
"Well, let's get home, not long now."
Mike and Brian reached the cabin about 3 PM that afternoon since they had left early in the morning and Brian had driven with a heavy foot, faster than Mike would have done. The congressman called Liz at the campaign headquarters in River City to see if she would still be there for a while. The talk was brief when he found out she'd wait for him to arrive.
"Ok, Brian, let's just dump this stuff and head to the HQ, I want you to meet Liz right away, and her to meet you, of course."
"Great, I'm anxious to see her too. You have been so full with praise and the glories of our Liz, that she can hardly come up to your description. But, I'll reserve the right to be wrong."
The young men didn't even change clothes, just dumped their baggage in the cabin and returned to the Mustang, the older man deciding that Liz wouldn't mind a couple of slightly rank guys. Before leaving the cabin though, they embraced and kissed each other indoors, taking a quiet moment to themselves, hugging and squeezing various each other's prick. Mike drove since Brian didn't know the way, and it felt just so right to be back in River City, and close to being into the race again.
Mike drove slowly down Main St., along 3 blocks of almost continuous narrow store fronts, checking out all the familiar stores, and the empty buildings which had once been busy with trade. He noticed that a great number of trees had been planted recently between the storefront and the curb, not very large but still creating a bit of softening nature in the midst of commerce. Most of the buildings were old, up to a century in age, two or three stories high with very old-fashioned frontage architecture, ornate and flamboyant .
Brian noticed signs which announced Mike's campaign for his Congressional seat already posted along the street and in store windows, appealing for everyone's vote to elect him on Election Day, November 6th. He especially liked the one which had a beautiful photograph of Mike looking intelligent, confident and so adorable.
The car pulled to the curb at a parking meter in front of Mike's campaign headquarters in Ohio, coming to rest quietly when Brian told Mike what he thought of his picture on the posters.
"Adorable, Brian? Well, handsome maybe, but adorable?"
Brian giggled and insisted on adorable.
"Listen, Brian, we are going in and meet Liz, and I'll make necessary phone calls to some of my supporters in the other counties, so we'll find a job for you to help the office, maybe doing some work on their computer. Ok?"
"Sure, that's fine."
"Remember, too, Brian, watch yourself all the time and especially keep your mind out of this!" said Mike as he grabbed Brian's precious jewels and scepter and squeezed.
Brian automatically hunched over to protect his groin from assault, then he giggled.
"If we aren't careful, and our relationship is exposed, that could easily mean no more being a Congressman. Right?"
Brian nodded and bowed his head, staring at his feet without seeing. He knew how much Mike wanted to remain a Congressman, and knew they would have to be careful.
Mike spoke softly, "Let's get out now, Liz is probably wondering what we are doing so long; and she knows the sight of my car very well."
Both men opened their car door, got out and walked purposefully and upright. side by side to the office front door. Just as they started in the room, Brian carefully reached behind Mike and gave Mike a good hard pinch on the butt. His lover turned and gave Brian a look of shock and surprise, then a grin a mile wide. Brian giggled, of course.
The office was a large open room, filled with desks and chairs and the ususal office equipment, computers and printers and copiers, and of course a whole bunch of phones, being attended to by three young women and a couple college type young men. Mike didn't know any of them as yet, but did approve the choice of these good-looking people.
Mike leaned over to whisper to Brian, "That's Liz back at desk in the back corner, looking as beautiful as she always does, and busy, busy to a fault."
"Geez, Mike, she's gorgeous, reminds me of . . . . oh .. . . . that actress . . She sings . . can't think of her name . . . . ."
"Could you possibly mean Julie Andrews, hmm?"
"That's right, Mike, and you're telling me that she runs your office and, I guess, you from time to time. A likely story!"
Soon they realized that the beautiful woman was heading toward them, with a welcoming smiled on her face, her hands outstretched toward them. Her arm went around Mike's waist as she hugged her friend of many years.
"Mike, it's so good to see you, and I assume this is Brian, right?"
Brian stuck our his hand toward Liz, smiling, "Yes, I'm Brian Whitlow of Washington, of Arlington actually, just another campaign worker."
Liz grabbed his hand with strength, pulled him to her to give him a hug too. "You'll never be just another campaign worker, Brian, I'm sure of that."
Brian reddened with embarrassment, "Well, I hope so, Ma'am."
Mike was looking on with enjoyment to see Brian's discomfort, "He's so young, Liz, I'm having a difficult time trying to raise his maturity level. But he is hard worker. Do you have a job he could take care of while I'm calling our favorite county chairmen? Not too difficult, though."
Liz gave Mike a dirty look, telling him very clearly to lay off teasing the young man. She took Brian to a desk where he could sit and enter names and addresses in their master data base, coming from a handwritten list, probably undecipherable. He smiled a look at Brian as he started to work, he just loved him so much, desired him more than ever before and gave him a look of utter covetousness.
Mike found an unused phone and sat with his personal address book, calling one county chairman after another, working his charm on them as best he could, wringing a commitment out of them to set up small group sessions where he could speak and present his program. The old phrase 'grass roots' is still an accurate description of the type of campaign he needed to run.
Between calls, he realized that Brian was often staring at him and he knew it was worship in those eyes, the depth of his commitment to Mike, revealing their love for each other.
Between those calls, Mike's mind regressed to the wonderful love they made on the sailboat, where Brian entered his lover's rear end for the first time. He still couldn't believe the sensations he felt that first time, savoring Brian's hands and fingers on his body, and IN his body, such a new experience that Mike had nothing to compare those perceptions to in his whole life. He wouldn't be able to get out of his chair for a while because his boner was sticking his pants out a mile. He had felt Brian's body before that time, but never the all-out full body press Brian gave him, the tonality of his naked skin and muscle against Mike's, feeling someone else's body with your hands and with your own naked body. He groped Brian's back and butt, those full, pert buttocks, strong, yet malleable, receiving his fingers with coolness, even in between the melons into the crimped, seductive asshole just waiting for some attention.
The Congressman had difficulty restraining himself from looking at Brian and for quite a few times he was unable to stop himself from sending love glances, some coinciding with Brian looking the same way at him.
Mike also remembered Brian using his own tongue to search out Mike's butt hole and even invade the budlike aperture, pursed pink lips, he remembered the exotic sensation he got from that tongue, raiding his psyche, his soul. He was overawed that his lover dared to lick and suck on his asshole, well cleaned though it was, still ....... he treasured Brian's love which allowed him to do it.
The fact that he was about to come raised an urgent point and he told Brian to stop licking his ass, or he would come too soon. Brian then changed to using his fingers, loaded with KY, in his lover's anus, first one finger, then two, then three entered the nether orifice, forcing the muscles to relax and open wider to accommodate the young man's huge cock.
Sitting in the campaign office, Mike had to fight his urges to grab his cock and exercise it right then, but fortunately was able to stop that, but not his recollection of Brian's loving his ass.
When the younger man shoved his rock hard cock into Mike's anus, Mike thought he was being split in half, somebody was pushing a tree trunk up there. The pain was sudden, sharp and very strong and it was all Mike could do to not cry out, he wanted Brian to have this absolute most intimate experience and he wanted himself to get to love it himself. He told Brian to keep going, don't stop, push harder and deeper in his love canyon, soon he was feeling less pain and once Brian's huge cock pressured his prostate, everything was perfect - the absolute best of his life. Feeling that large erection well up his rectum create a new Mike, so totally aware of himself and his sexual being - no sexual previous experience had awakened him as this had. He could only thank Brian for his love, his passion and his tenderness.
Mike thought, I better get back to making the necessary calls to the political wheels. Liz is going to wonder if I've given up. By the time he had finished, the campaign workers had left and he noticed Brian chatting with Liz at her desk. Mike decided that he had made his appearance and completed the contacts that were so important. He walked over to Liz and Brian, smiling at both of them, clearly enjoying being with them.
After he sat, Liz got up, went to the front door, locked that door and pulled down the 'closed' blind before returning to her seat. She looked closely to Mike then at Brian, then back again.
"I have a question for both of you, " she waited, her face not particularly friendly, "just how long have you two been in love with each other?"
Brian paled, Mike blushed, and both stopped breathing, eyes wide, searching an answer to the question from each other. Both were thinking, 'Damn, we've had it!!'
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