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The sexy United States Senator left his office near midnight to head to his
townhouse. He ran his large hand through his pretty, fluffy silver hair. He
was beginning to dislike Washington more and more. He had been there too
many years through too much shit with the special interests and lobbyists.

But for a while, at least, it was bearable because his favorite grandson,
Tommy, and Tommy's best friend, Chris, were visiting him. He had enjoyed
entertaining them, showing them the sites, and allowing them to let him
remember his own teenage years. He also liked the ego feed of how both boys
admired his influence and power in the nation's capitol.

 As his security driver maneuvered the streets of D.C, and its suburbs,
Senator Ben Stallings sat back thinking about his grandson... great
kid... just 18... smart... athletic... articulate... creative... warm
... strikingly cute... a smile that reflected his good heart... a beautiful
bubble butt. And then the older man's thoughts turned to his grandson's
friend... muscular... a disarming smile and personality... highly
respectful... a beefy tight ass... and then, the distinguished senator
vanished his thoughts.  He knew the youngsters' vitality and fitness had
attracted him way too much during their stay with him. But, damn it, he
still wanted to feel young and sexy and energetic, even if Washington and
his ex-wife made him feel old, used and worn out.

Senator Stallings then chuckled to himself as the car edged its way toward
home. Most of the day had been spent on the floor of the United States
Senate. He often grew bored when his colleagues waxed on in their own
self-loving orations. But the Senator chuckled there along in the back seat
of the protective limo just thinking about how he amused himself about some
of his colleagues... the good Senator knew he liked oysters and clams, ying
and yang, men and women, so picturing his male Senate friends in the nude
was often a means to escape boredom. Whether they were younger senators in
their 50s or older men in their 70s, most of them were charismatic as
hell. Often, as Ben Stallings' distinguished senators drooled on about
legislation, he thought about them sexually, many of them, after all, most
of them looked like middle-aged movie stars or handsome silverfoxes.

As the driver steered the car toward his residence, Senator Stallings
daydreamed about his colleagues... of the enormous size of the cock hanging
from the flanks of the highly distinguished Vermont senator as professed by
his ex-wife, an aging actress who had had her share of big-dicked men... of
the family orgies that the beefy Montana senator had been a part of in the
western Plains, with the rumors being that he had been involved in
incestuous relations with not only a niece, but also a nephew... of the
homoerotic torture methods that Viet Cong perverts had used on the senators
from Alaska and Arkansas when they were POWs... of the beefcake locker room
photos showing the Senator from New Mexico as a professional quarterback
years ago... of the Internet photos one of his aides had found of Ben
Stallings' big silver-haired millionnaire colleagues from Georgia,
Louisiana and Texas and their powerful physiques... especially the new
50-something Georgia senator in a too-tight swimsuit soaking in the
Atlantic Ocean, his puffy chest tanned and gorgeous, his large round
nipples very puckered by the cold surf... and, not that he was without sin,
Senator Stallings again thought of the bisexual adventures he had enjoyed a
few times with his rich, distinguished and most charming Senate friend from
Mississippi, when they were traveling together out of DC and had hit the
liquor cabinet a bit too much...and, most of all, Senator Ben Stallings
liked to recall how the heads of other male senators always turned in
admiration each time a bare-chested Senator Hakel from Oklahoma walked into
the sauna in the Senate spa. With just a fluffy, white towel wrapped around
his darkly tanned mid-section, the sexy, younger Senator was too hot,
sweaty, and movie-star handsome not to be noticed by his male counterparts...
large biceps, a beefy chest, gorgeous dark nipples, slender hips, a
noticeable bulge under the towel, Hakel had it all! There were certain
times in the sauna that Stallings thought the younger, but
experienced-looking Senator Hakel could have pulled the white towel from
his waist and had any number of the other wise and wonderful senators ready
to suckle from most any part of his beautiful body.

Within a few minutes, the security driver pulled the limo to the side of
the curb just outside the Senator's DC residence and then proceeded to open
the door for him. As the security driver walked the Senator to his front
door, the older Senator found himself hoping to find his grandson Tommy
still awake so they could talk. But after excusing his security detail, he
entered his townhouse to find the lights were out and his grandson already
to bed.

Tired and weary, Senator Stallings edged his way into the front door of the
townhouse and stepped toward his bedroom. He thought about grabbing a bite
to eat and watching some late-night television, but decided instead to hit
the sack.

He went into his bathroom, stripped out of his suit, shirt and pants,
washed his face, brushed his teeth, and used the john. Ah, the piss felt
mighty good; he took a bit longer than usual milking and shaking his heavy
dick of its last drops. Wearing only a pair of boxer shorts, Senator
Stallings turned the bathroom light out and proceeded across his bedroom to
his bed. He was about to turn on a bedside light, when he heard Chris, his
grandson's friend.

"Don't hit that light, senator."

"Chris?"

"Yes, it's me. Don't be alarmed. I just have a real neat surprise for you,
sir."

The senator's heart raced and his cock throbbed. Its head danced toward the
opening in his boxer shorts. "What's going on, Chris?"

"I've needed to talk to you, sir. To feel close to you," the boy said.

"Let me turn on the light to see you," the older man said.

"Please don't, please. I want things to be a surprise," said the senator's
young, 18-year-old guest.

"What's the surprise, Chris," the senator asked trying to focus his eyes in
the darkness of the room.

"Well sir, you know yesterday when you told me that it sure was lonely
since you and Tommy's grandma split up?"

"Yes, but what does that have to do with..."

"Well sir, do you also remember when we were watching that movie and you
said the actress looked mighty voluptuous, and then you said that even the
actor looked good to you as horny as you were..."

"Chris, yeah, but I was sort of joking about things; what's the point here,
what..."

"Well Senator Stallings, you've been so nice to me and Tommy, until I
thought I'd return the favor."

"But, what favor? Why in the dark here?" the senator asked obviously
confused.

"Because, like I said, I have a surprise for you," the boy repeated. Before
the powerful senior senator could react, he felt the boy's hand on his
hairy arm, moving upward with a real intent. The boy moved the hand across
the Senator's arm, feeling the warm flesh, and up to Ben Stallings' broad
bare shoulder. Nobody had touched him in such an intimate way in many
months, but he didn't want to confuse the kid's intentions.

"Chris, why are you touching me; you must tell me what's going on."

Even in the dark, the young boy knew what he was doing. Before the senator
could stop him, Chris ran his hand back down to and across the older man's
bare chest, enjoying the touch of the hot flesh and the cords of sexy meat
hanging there. Sexual flashes tingled over the senator's big body. He felt
Chris standing close to him. He could hardly fathom that his grandson's
young friend was coming on to him, but he could feel the heat of sex
emitting from Chris' body, and he could feel the kid's fingers playing in
his chest hair. Still, he knew he couldn't engage the boy.

mmm.....senator i must eat it.....

A year ago the world was mad at me, and I was mad at it, because I coudln't express my emotions. I was totally focused on keeping emotional pain well away from any part of myself that could feel it.

All this sounds like some stupid teen angst post, about how 'no one understands the real me', I don't think that's true. I think that almost everyone has done what I'm doing now - lay in bed, kept awake by feelings of fear or confusion, and looked for a way to reach out and express the feelings inside. I think all we want to do is reach out and really feel like someone is listening, actually understanding what we feel. The hardest thing to do is work all the feeling out all alone. This is where I failed.

For me, the emotions felt overwhemling and unexpressable. They wern't. I went through two periods of drinking at least 3 times a week, and at least once a week heavily. I got into fights. I took risks. I put myself in a hospital. I've even done things that I still can't talk about.

Long and painful story short, my life found me the next morning hugging my knees on the cold floor of the common room, by the refridgerator. All the bad feelings I had been hiding from the past 5 years caught up to me. I was so afriad that I felt I had only 2 options: run as far away as you can, or end the pain. I actually started to pack to leave. My friends got me help. I've been in therapy for 4 months now.

"Do you like my caresses, sir? Do you? I can do whatever you'd like."

The senator's mind raced about him. His cock could hardly contain itself in
his boxers. He didn't know whether to throw Chris on his bed and hump the
hell out of the youngster in a real raw fashion or to chase him from the
room.

"Senator Stallings; do you, do you like my touch," Chris asked, his hand
now caressing the hairs in the middle of the man's chest.

"Yes son," the senator said, letting the boy know he was listening.

"I'd really like to get close to you," Chris said.

The senator was lost for a reply. Finally, he said, "But Chris, why with
me; why do you feel like this?"

"Why shouldn't I, sir. You're so handsome, so distinguished, powerful, in
control, and, you've told me yourself that you've been horny."

"But Chris, please. You're my grandson's age; Tommy is your best friend. We
couldn't even if..."

The senator's word trailed off as Chris moved his hand again down the
Senator's hairy chest and back up it, intentionally spreading his little
finger out to search for the point of the Senator's hairy nipple.

The senator noticed that the room was unusually dark. The shades were
pulled shut, something he seldom ever did himself.  He felt Chris' warm
hand discovering his chest, shivering as a small finger felt his left
nipple. And then he felt the hand moved down to touch his stomach and rub
across its smooth surface. He thought about pulling the young man's hand
from his belly, but instead he relaxed to its touch.

"Oh senator, sir. But we can. And this is so nice," Chris cooed, feeling
the heavy hair covering the senator's chest and the lighter strands over
his stomach.

"Son, I don't know about this," the senator said, not being able to dismiss
the sexual feeling the boy's splendid fingers were giving him. He then
inhaled sharply as he felt Chris become more aggressive and the boy's warm
hands moved up very intentionally to caress his chest in a much more
personal way, discovering his hot mounds of flesh, and then locating and
strumming his sensitive, tender tits. The Senator flinched a bit, moan
softly, but let Chris continue to delicately finger his manly nipples and
their stiff, sexy points.

"Oh Senator Stallings, you're so handsome; please forget your hang-ups."

"I don't know that I should, Chris."

But then, big Ben Stallings became convinced when the kid brought both
hands up and took control of the Senator's hot sexy nipples. The senator
did not know how Chris could have known that his chest and nipples were
such erogenous spots for him, but Ben Stallings found himself getting very
relaxed and very excited, and then as Chris worked the big Senator's
love-pink nipples, Ben Stallings found himself softly moaning, and then
when the kid's fingernails teased into the points of his hot tits, the
Senator found his cock unfurling in his boxers.

"Come on, please. I want you... and I want you bad, Senator Stallings,"
Chris pleaded keeping his fingers on the Senator's delectable mannips.

In the darkness of the room, the burly senator felt Chris kissing his upper
chest and running his lips up his neck. Ben Stallings' cock throbbed, and
he knew his defenses were weakening. He couldn't understand the origin of
the attraction that Chris had for him. But now that Chris was of age, and
he was divorced and single himself, things seemed so different than when
Chris seemed but a small kid when he had first met him a year or so
before. As Chris' small, warm hands flirted over Senator Stallings's broad
chest, now diligently working Ben Stallings' beautiful quarter-sized
mantits, things seem really different. The senator had gotten turned on and
knew he wanted some release.

"Oh Chris, baby," the older man heard himself moan as the boy's hands
caressed his upper body.

Chris massaged the senator's muscular chest, again enjoying his heavy
amount of hair; he imagined that most of it was a pretty gray like the
abundance of wavy hair on the senator's head. After caressing the gentleman
for quite a while, Chris wrapped his arms around the senator and whispered,
"Like I said, I have a surprise for you, move over here a bit." Chris then
led the Senator over a few feet to the other side of the bed.

At that point, Senator Stallings felt two warm hands on his legs. But
Chris' small hands continued to caress his chest and needy tits. The
surprise, the sensation and the sexual shock jolted him. But the small
hands felt marvelous as they moved up to massage his calves and then his
hips and then the inside of his thighs.

The senator's cock started pumping out straight and hard. The hands on his
legs moved up to force his boxers from around his waist. The small hands
then closed around the man's thriving dick!

The senator gasped, and at the same time he felt Chris leaning in to lock
his warm lips around his protruding right nipple. The mysterious hand began
to pump at his erecting shaft.  He groaned like an animal, not like some
sophisticated orator on the floor of America's Senate place. The senator
groaned like a man in heavy heat as the mysterious and marvelous hand
stroked at his pulsating cock.

"Oh damn, oh damn," the senator cried out as he felt four hands working
over his body. He knew he should be concerned about a stranger in his
house, but the feeling was too good to care and he was much too needy to be
cautious.  The controlled older man wondered who was helping Chris; who had
the great pair of hands that were pumping his cock so damn hard.  The
mystery soon ended when the unknown lover changed positions to kiss the
senator's sensitive corona, paying special attention to French kiss the
Senator's piss slit.

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"Oh... oh gee," the older man moaned. "Who are you? Chris, have you hired
someone to do this to me?" The senator then stopped his questions and
released a loud moan as the mouth completely enveloped most of his
cockstalk.

And then the mystery lover let go of the cockhead and answered, "Yes you
know me, Grandpa. I'm here to make my favorite, sexy Senator feel really
good."

The older man's swollen cock pulsated wildly. Pre-cum seeped out. His mind
whirled. He knew he should have realized it, but he could not believe that
it was Tommy, his grandson, his own flesh and blood, who was sucking his
dick! As his mind flooded with hot thrills and chills, the Senator felt his
young grandson working away at his sex-starved privates. The distinguished
senator, the powerful committee chairman who often had rich men and
beautiful women eating out of his palms, was now subservient to the
powerful and enthusiastic blowjob being given by the very cutest of his six
grandsons.

The boy wrapped his mouth around his grandfather's uncut six-inch
pecker. The lips boy's slurped away at the bulky cock, nibbling at the
senatorial shaft and tonguing the powerful head. Tommy had waited a long
time to see his grandfather in all of his sexual splendor, to see his cock,
to touch it, to suck it and give his granddad all kinds of pleasures. Tommy
noticed even in the dark how his grandpa's cockhead puffed out into a fat
knob, showing a hard helmet that most older men would envy.

The senator's crotch turned into a heat wave of lust and passion. His
low-hanging nuts flexed up and down in his large, hairy scrotum. Senator
Stallings felt his juices leak out of his cock as he watched his grandson's
mouth bob up and down on him. The senator moaned and groaned, thrust his
dick into the mouth that was working him over, and leaned back so Chris
could continue sucking away at his tits while Tommy ate his cock up.

"Oh boys, eat me, suck me, make me crazy, kids," the senior senator groaned
out as sexual flashes torched his body - his handsome face, his gorgeous
blue eyes, his sensuous throat and voice, his manly chest, his thick manly
thighs, his calves and feet and toes, and most of all, to his fat cock that
looked as dark red and extended as he could recall in his later years.

Without a doubt, the senator would always remember Tommy's blowjob. He
would never forget this first pair of family lips that had sucked his cock.

"Oh yeah, Tommy... Tommy, Tommy... oh, my boy... Suck it," the senator
moaned.

Ben Stallings felt an electric surge in the tip of his cock and knew he was
leaking the beginnings of his love juices. He groaned and reached down to
hold Tommy's head to his pecker. He let Chris ease his body to the bed as
Tommy scooted on the floor's carpet to keep the wide crown of his big cock
locked in his tiny mouth.

Tommy began to pump on the senator's massive cock as he sucked from the
cockhead. Chris kissed his friend's granddad and massaged his gorgeous
chest, spending lots of time working the Senator's sinfully knotted tits
and sucking at his hairy armpits.

"Is this a good surprise for you, granddad," Tommy asked.

"The best," the senator replied, gasping for control.

"Still like us being here," Chris asked.

"Very much so," the senator said. "Let me show you." He then used his hand
to hold Tommy's head to his cock and Chris' head to his chest and
tit. "Yeah, that's it, my boys."

The senator reared his head back, giving the twosome total access to his
body. Within a minute or so, he couldn't withstand the sweltering heat in
his nuts. The flood of his cum ravaged his lower body. He grunted and
lifted his hips, thrusting into Tommy's siphoning mouth.

A deep guttural response told Chris that the older man was close to
peaking, to shooting his grandfatherly juices for his favorite boy, to show
the kids his senatorial comings! The boy reached over to turn on a soft
lamp.

"Oh, yeah, this is good kids, too good," the Senat

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