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Featuring Rep. Joe Barton

I met this married daddy at the hotel that I was staying at while I was on a business trip to attend a trade show in Texas. I was having a few drinks at the hotel bar when I notice someone walk up beside me and order a drink. He was just my type, nice gray hair, probably in his mid-60’s to 70’s with belly on him. I was imagining running my hands through that gray as he blew me. I had to snap out of my day dreaming because I was about to make a tent out of my pants. He looked at me, nodded, and we introduced ourselves.

“Hey, the names Joe.”

“Evan here.”

I found out that he was meeting online date who had just cancelled. Apparently he thought she was a sure thing and he was going to get to eat pussy and get to fuck warm, moist hole.

“Count yourself lucky, you hit my age. You don’t exist anymore.” He said followed by a sad little laugh and takes a sip from his drink.

“Well, you just have to be looking at the right people.” I said as I adjust my cock and made sure he saw.

”I’m not gay.“ Joe said in a defensive tone.

”Not a problem. I just thought you might want to turn your luck around.“

”All you have to do is sit back and let the guy do the work to pleasure you.” I added as he laughs it off and drinks his drink nervously.

I got up, wrote my room number down on my business card slip it into his shirt pocket and pat it lovingly.

“For if you change your mind.” I said as left for my room.

Maybe I could have worked Joe to my room with more time and a few shots but I got the feeling that I should leave him wondering ‘what if.’ If he was really horned up like I thought, he’d take a chance with a guy. It’s not like that hasn’t worked for me before. By this time I had reached the elevator in the lobby and about to push the button to my floor when I hear “Wait.”

It’s Joe walking briskly to catch up with me. No other words were spoken as he get into the elevator and I push the button to my floor. It didn’t take long before we both went back to my room with Joe on my bed. I notice his hand stroke his hard cock through his pants a I got on my knees in front of him. He shivers as I slid my hands up his legs towards his crotch. Clearly he’s nervous, but trying to hide it. So better close this deal now. I unzip his pants as he lifts his ass so you can pull them down. As I do, his underwear catches his cock and cause it to snap back against his belly. I found it amusing that his short thick cock was rock hard. And with Joe watching, I took the beautiful head of his dick in my mouth. He tried not to moan, but my cock sucking skills were too much for him.

”Oh shit.“ Joe moans as I attack his cock.

I deep throated his old cock and he let out a loud, deep moan, the first of many. My hands go for his shirt, skillfully unbuttoning it and run my hands all over his tits and belly. I tongued the old man’s shaft until he started moaning continuously. I bet he’s not regretting his decision now and by the way I had him moaning had me wanting more. I wanted to test him, tease him more and did something that the old guy wasn’t expecting. I pushed my mouth down to his asshole and started running my tongue back and forth against his virgin asshole.

”God what are you doing to me?“ He called out.

When I forced my tongue inside his tight old asshole, he practically squealed with pleasure. And damn if he wasn’t reaching down and stroking my head. Then he grabs the back of my head and trusts my tongue in deeper somehow. Fearing that I was going to make him cum, I stopped, moved up between his legs kissing my way up to his tits.

My cock, which was rock hard by now, I started grinding up and down his crotch to get Joe’s reaction. He was so caught up in the feeling that I knew he was mine. When I began pushing forward with the head of my dick to his spit lubed asshole, the old man grabbed my shoulders and let out a deep moan. He started to pull away but I grabbed him behind the head with my free hand and kissed him with passion. Slowly, in spite of himself, he started to respond even as my swollen dick entered him. His back arched and I drove my  cock even deeper into him. I felt a shudder run through his doughy body as I was up to my nuts in him. I broke our embrace and started planting kissing on his cheeks, forehead and all over his face.

”It hurts.“ The old man said in choking, voice.

”Yeah.. but you like it. Don’t you?“ I said as I continued to open him up.

He just moaned while I pounded into him, but didn’t attempt to push me off. In fact he hugged me as the pain turned more toward pleasure. I was loosened up his asshole with each thrust of my cock and soon had Joe moaning in pleasure in spite of himself.

”You want it deep and hard don’t you?“ I asked as I pound his ass like he must have wanted to pounded his date’s pussy.

For the next 10 to 15 minutes, I ravaged his old ass. I running my hands all over his jiggling chest and belly while my cock repeatedly drilled his ass. By the time I was getting close, Joe was begging me to fuck him harder. He was spreading his legs wide apart, giving me full access to his butt. His cock was leaking all over his belly and I knew from the look on his face that he was getting close himself. I double my effort and pounded his butt even harder while I grabbed his cock and jacked it. He moaned and bucked beneath me as I skillfully brought him closer and closer to a climax.

Suddenly with a loud cry, he grabbed the bed sheets and his cock shot cum straight up into the air. Gobs of thick white sperm landed  all over his chest and stomach. His body convulsed with each spurt as he emptied out his seed onto his body. The contraction of his ass on my pistoning dick while he went through his orgasm brought my own climax. I made one final, hard lunge into his ass and shot off deep inside of him. After a few minutes, Joe got dressed and hurried out the door.  

I wasn’t expecting to see him again but surprisingly he called me back for a few nights of fun. Sending me dick pics and videos. Even then, I still didn’t know who he was and what he did until last when I was watching the news. Come to find out, Joe was a Republican congressman and one of the longest-serving member of the Texas House delegation. Apparently he was fucking these other chicks as I was fucking him. But the funny thing is, he sent that text to me.

Featuring United States Senator, John N. Kennedy

CHAPTER TWO: Finer Than a Frog's Hair

The Louisiana sun beat down like a jealous lover on the carport of the Kennedy home in Madisonville, the humid air thick enough to wring out like a dishrag. Sen. John Neely Kennedy, seventy-something but still spry in his red bandanna and workout shorts, gripped the handles of "Margaret," his beloved elliptical trainer named after the Iron Lady herself. Sweat poured down his weathered face, tracing the lines of a man who'd grown up poor in Zachary, clawed his way through Vanderbilt, UVA Law, and Oxford, and now traded barbs in the Senate. His t-shirt clung to his average, sturdy frame, flat chest, small soft belly, wiry limbs, and minimal body hair. His legs pumped steadily, the motion flexing the flat, firm-yet-softened butt beneath his shorts.

From his vantage on Margaret underneath the carport, John spotted him: a young man jogging along the quiet suburban street, shirtless, golden skin glistening under the relentless heat. The jogger was in his mid-twenties, with a runner's tight, athletic build, defined abs, strong thighs straining against loose shorts, and a mop of dark, sweat-damp hair. He went by the name of Tyler Broussard, a local grad student home for the summer, with a smooth Cajun drawl and an easy, curious smile that had turned more than a few heads in town.

John waved him over, slowing Margaret to a stop.

"Hey there, son! Come on up here outta that sun 'fore you melt like butter on a biscuit."

Tyler jogged up the driveway, breathing hard but grinning.

"Senator Kennedy? Damn, sir, didn't expect to see you out here grindin' on Margaret. Saw that video. Whole state's talkin' about her."

They chatted under the shaded carport, the conversation flowing easy like the Mississippi. John's folksy charm was in full effect, laced with that sharp wit and deadpan humor. Tyler admitted he'd always found the senator intriguing, powerful, quick with a quip, that Southern gentleman vibe hiding something hungrier. John's sharp, twinkling blue eyes behind his glasses lingered on Tyler's chest, the way his shorts rode low on his hips. The air thickened with more than humidity. A mutual spark ignited fast.

"You got that look about you, boy," John murmured, voice low and gravelly in his smooth Louisiana twang, glancing toward the house where his wife Becky was inside, likely reading or napping in the AC. "Interested in more than just politics? Or you just out here runnin' around like a free-range chicken?"

Tyler stepped closer, bold in the heat.

"Hell yeah, Senator. Been wonderin' what a man like you tastes like."

They moved deeper into the carport's shadows, behind Margaret and John's parked SUV, hearts pounding as they kept watch for neighbors or Becky stirring. John pulled Tyler in first, their mouths crashing together in a hungry kiss, sweat-slick and urgent. John's hand slid down, gripping the young man's hardening cock through his shorts, stroking it firm and slow, thumb rubbing the tip through the fabric until a damp spot formed.

"Lord have mercy," John drawled between kisses, his Louisiana upbringing coloring every word like cane syrup. "You feel mighty fine already. Get on your knees, son. Let's see if you can handle a senator's agenda. Time to put up or shut up."

Tyler dropped eagerly, yanking down John's shorts and underwear. The older man's thick cock sprang free, roughly 6.5 inches erect, straight with a broad tapered pinkish head, already leaking a clear bead in the steamy air above his heavy, low-hanging balls in their pendulous sac. Minimal body hair framed it. Tyler wrapped one hand around the base and began stroking slowly, twisting his wrist on the upstroke, smearing the precum over the head with his thumb. He leaned in and licked a long, wet stripe from the underside of the balls all the way up the shaft, tasting salt and musk.

John groaned low, one hand resting on Tyler's dark hair.

"That's it… just like that. Work that hand, boy. Feel how hard you got me already. Faster than green grass through a goose."

Tyler took him deep into his mouth, tongue swirling around the broad head, sucking with wet, sloppy enthusiasm. Saliva dripped down John's shaft as Tyler bobbed, hollowing his cheeks, one hand pumping the base while the other reached up to cup and roll the heavy balls. He pulled off with a wet pop and spat on the shaft, stroking faster now, the wet sounds loud in the humid air. Then he dove back down, taking more, gagging softly as the head nudged the back of his throat.

"Mmm, yeah. Use that tongue. Goddamn, you're good. Use that head like you mean it."

John's hips gave a gentle thrust into the warm, wet heat. Eyes darted around for onlookers. The risk made it hotter, the humid Louisiana air, the distant hum of cicadas, Margaret standing silent witness.

"You're so beautiful," John remarked, voice thick. "I can't believe this old man's dick is in a fine boy's mouth."

An overwhelming tingling sensation rushed through Tyler's body and he made an audible groan around the cock. Tyler looked down from John's eyes and into the sparse bush directly in front of him.

"That's right, explore it," Kennedy muttered as he pushed Tyler's head deeper, brushing the hair against the young man's nose. "Put your nose right in there. Take a good whiff."

Tyler inhaled deeply. The scent was musky, sweaty, dirty from the workout. Saliva flooded his mouth. He sucked furiously now, deepthroating until John's wiry legs shook. One of Tyler's hands dropped to his own shorts, shoving them down enough to free his hard cock. He stroked himself in time with the bobbing of his head, fist flying over his shaft, precum slicking the way.

They locked eyes for a few moments. Without saying anything more, John softly started pumping his dick in Tyler's mouth, letting out a huge moan.

"I knew you had it in you. Look at you, jackin' that pretty thing while you suck."

It sent a rush down Tyler's spine. He sucked harder, fist pumping faster on himself. John pulled his cock out of Tyler's mouth and tilted his hips. He plopped his heavy balls onto Tyler's face and shoved the young man's head into the soft skin.

"Lick your senator's taint, boy. Get in there good."

Tyler did without hesitation, tongue flattening and lapping at the sensitive strip of skin, making out with every crevice, nose buried against the sac. John's balls bounced lightly against his face as the senator rocked. Tyler stroked himself harder, hips jerking into his fist, the dual sensation of the musky crotch and his own hand driving him wild.

"I'm gonna cum, boy. Make this old man shoot."

Without hesitation, Tyler put Kennedy's cock back in his mouth, one hand still flying on his own dick. He hollowed his cheeks and sucked with everything he had, tongue working the underside ridge.

"Shit, boy, I'm close," John gasped in his signature drawl. "Gonna paint that pretty throat if you keep that up."

He grabbed Tyler's head and couldn't hold back anymore. He pumped a huge load into the young man's mouth, thick ropes flooding over the tongue. Cum dribbled out the sides as he thrust again, filling him even more. He slowly pulled back and gave one more intense pump, unloading the last of it. Tyler swallowed what he could, some spilling down his chin, all while still stroking himself rapidly, balls tightening.

Kennedy sat heavily on a nearby chair, breathing hard, and quickly pulled Tyler in front of him. He took the younger man's cock in his hand, gently cupping the tight balls and then stroking the shaft soft and slow at first, thumb circling the wet head. Then he leaned forward and took Tyler into his mouth. He sucked with surprising skill, soft and gentle at first, massaging with his tongue in wet, warm circles. The older man hummed around the shaft, one hand still rolling Tyler's balls.

Tyler grabbed John's silver-gray hair and started fucking into the senator's mouth. No matter how hard he shoved his cock down that throat, the older man took it and pushed his face against the crotch for more, swallowing around him. Tyler's fist had been replaced by that skilled mouth and the sensation pushed him over.

"Gonna cum, Senator," Tyler gasped.

John only sucked harder, cheeks hollowed. Tyler came hard, pulsing ropes down the senator's throat. Kennedy swallowed every drop, milking the shaft with his lips until Tyler shuddered and softened.

Kennedy stood, tucked his still-dripping cock back into his shorts, and adjusted himself. Panting, they cleaned up quick with a towel from John's workout bag, eyes scanning the street.

"Whew," John chuckled, voice returning to that familiar deadpan humor as he wiped his glasses. "That was finer than a frog's hair split four ways. Better head inside 'fore Becky wonders why I'm takin' so long on Margaret. You come jog by again sometime, hear? Don't make me wait like a cat on a fat rat."

Tyler winked, still flushed, pulling his shorts up.

"Wouldn't miss it, sir."

John retreated into the blessed AC of the house, body buzzing, a sly smile on his broad face as the door clicked shut behind him.