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Related post: Date: Wed, 10 Oct 2001 12:19:45 -0400
From: authorpaulhotmail.com
Subject: Turning-The-Page-1Disclaimer: 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 authorpaulhotmail.com.
TURNING THE PAGE CHAPTER 1
I was exhausted and dazed, my body seemed numbed or floating in air, my
heart tearing along at super speed though I didn\'t seem to be breathing. My
body shivered, but I didn\'t feel cold. I didn\'t know why this was happening.
Then I heard in the distance, \"Mikey, Mikey, what\'s the matter,\" someone
yelled, \"Are you all right?\" I tried to say I was OK but nothing would come
from my throat. Again, \"Mikey, did I hurt ya, say somethin\', please!\"
Once more I tried to speak, but could only groan. Slowly my mind seemed
to clear, I could open my throat enough to say \"I\'m OK, Bry. It\'s all right.\"
\"Oh, Mikey, I tho\'t you died or somethin\', you scared the hell out a me.
Shit, what went on?\"
I remembered everything then, and was shocked again to realize I had
just cum in my buddy Bry\'s mouth and he was still holding onto my softening
dick. He had just sucked me off, my very first cocksucking. The excitement
and thrill of that climax had knocked me out almost. We had been jackoff
buddies for a few months then, since we nude girls nymphets
turned 14, but never had tried
sucking.
This was Bryan\'s idea, he wanted to try it because he never had before.
So, I said OK, if he wanted to, never thinking how I might react. My cum was
the greatest ever, a real knock-out.
Gradually I regained the movement of my arms and legs, my whole naked
body. We were on Bryan\'s bed in bbs nymphet model his house while his parents were away. As I
sat up, Bryan put his arm around my shoulders, supporting to keep me steady.
I looked into his eyes. He sure did look worried.
I smiled and patted his arm. \"I\'m OK now, Bry, but I never felt like
that before and I was sure scared. I should be ok in a few minutes. I guess
I should thank you for that, it was really like I went into orbit!\"
Bryan let me go, and started jacking his softened dick, getting it hard
again. nymphet dark gallery
I rubbed my face and my neck, pushing back my long hair, then
straightened my body stretching the tight muscles. He was starting to get all
sexed up again.
\"Ok, Mikey, you can do me now, \" he said, watching me closely.
Uh-oh. I had never thought of doing it to him. Put his dick in my
mouth. No way. Jacking off together is one thing, but sucking my best friend
off was completely different. Way too far into that place where I didn\'t want
to go.
\"Uh, Bry, I don\'t think I can do it,\" I said quietly, hoping for the
best.
He looked at me hard, \"Come on, Mikey, I did you. Now you gotta do me.\"
My head bent down, eyes looking at the floor, \"I just can\'t do it, Bry,
why don\'t I jack you off like we usually do.\" My voice and tone pleaded with
him.
Didn\'t work.
\"Well, damn it, Mikey, you gotta. You\'s damn gonna do it since I did
you. Ya hear?\"
I reached over to grab his dick, starting to pump it up and down.
Bryan stood up suddenly, ripping his dick from my hand.
\"No, I don\'t wan\' ya to do that. I want sucked. Now!\" He walked toward
me, prick in hand, headed straight for my mouth.
I stood up too, \"Bryan, I can\'t do it, I won\'t do it and that\'s it. Let
me jack you. OK?\"
My mind had been running the situation over, and my decision was based
on that thinking. I figured that our mutual masturbation was just
experimenting like most boys do if the stories going around school are any way
the truth. But, cock-sucking was going way into the \'gay\' - \'homosexual\'
area. I didn\'t want to be branded one of those, positively. If I sucked
Bryan, eventually it would get around and I\'d be called a cocksucker and
worse.
\"Bryan, I\'m sorry. I just can\'t suck you. That would make me a homo
and I don\'t want to be one.\"
\"Oh, since I sucked you off, I\'m a fuckin\'homo now!,\" he roared at me.
\"No, Bryan, of course not. But I don\'t want to take the chance.\"
My greatest fear was inside myself, that I might LIKE it and want to do
it more and more, maybe even with other guys. I was scared to death,
absolutely petrified.
\"Well, you son of a bitch, some friend you are, you git the fuck out of
my house. Get out right now! Me and you are done .... that\'s it, done. Now
git out!\" He screamed, his face flushed and threatening, his dick still hard
like a steel apt binaries nymphets rod, swinging as he yelled at me and stomped around the room.
I turned away from him, got dressed quickly, tears running down my
face. I didn\'t want him to know I was crying so I ran down the stairs, out
the door and two blocks to my house. We never spoke again. * * * * * * * * Michael Andrew Keith was nearing the end of his first year as a freshman
congressman from a district in East Central Ohio when he received a call from
the Speaker of the House. His intercom signaled a call from his secretary.
Mike finally picked up the chirping phone and responded.
\"Yes?\"
Suzanne\'s cool voice came to his ear, \"Speaker Lindenmuth on line two,
Congressman. Sounds as if he\'s in an amiable mood -- he must want something.\"
\"OK, thanks, Suzanne,\" Mike said and poked the blinking button. \"Good
Morning, Mr. Speaker, what can I do for you?\"
The smooth, sexy nymphet models unctuous voice flowed silkily through the wires between
their two offices in the Rayburn building. \"Well, Mike, good morning to you.
I hoped I\'d catch you before your committee meeting. I need a very small
favor, very tiny, just a very little deal. I\'d really appreciate it if you
would take part on the Congressional Page Coordinator committee - it\'s not
much. You help oversee the Page Program as a whole. The administrators and
teachers do most of the work. The applications from Congressmen for their
candidates had to be in by March 30. Once a year you meet with the staff and
Mike, it\'s just to pick the pages for the following year.\" He paused little naturist nymphet to let
that sink in, then continued, \"Now listen, all you have to do right now is
pick from all the kids nominated. Actually it\'s just a matter of getting
together on the right number needed by the House, just 72 right now. And
approve some of the names on your list. There are always too many
applications up for nomination.\" Again he waited for a moment, \"How about it,
Mike? Really just a formality, the whole thing.\"
As the Speaker had droned on and on, Mike walked around his office,
stopping in front of the long mirror on the closet door. \'Hmmm, not too bad\',
he thought. Certain segments of Washington society of both genders would
seriously consider Rep. Michael Keith a real \'hunk\' and maybe even \'stud\'.
However, he was not actually aware of that in his mind. Never thought about
it. His slender body, about 6\'1\", finely muscled and well-defined, owed
nothing to his exercise regimen (which was nonexistent), but owed 99% to the
inherited physical characteristics of his ancestors.
Mike knew that no matter what he felt about it, he\'d have to do as he
was asked. As a freshman member of the House of Representatives, he played
ball with the leaders of the party and hoped for reelection. Later, well....
\"Why surely, Mr. Speaker, I\'d gladly to help you out. Just let me know
when and where, and I\'ll be there.\"
\"I\'ll have my secretary send an agenda and meeting time to your
secretary tomorrow. I think they\'re meeting in a few days. OK? Well, good,
thanks a lot, see you.\"
As usual, the speaker answered most of his own questions, not waiting
for the person questioned come up with his own response.
Mike slowly replaced the receiver, thinking of this \'just one more job
to do\'. Oh hell, maybe it won\'t nymphettes nudity
take much of his limited time. The young
Congressman\'s mind left the new committee and slid gratefully to consider
again the night before. His secretary, Suzanne, nymphet defloration
had stayed overnight at his
apartment and zeps forums nymphets
they had enjoyed each other fully. Being a bachelor, being a
youthful 28, and being out of the constant scrutiny of the press all helped
his love life. He really didn\'t have to watch his step too closely. But he
knew that he shouldn\'t have made it with his secretary - too close to his
daily routine -- too close to home. Now he\'d have to get rid of her, gently
and kindly.
Damn, that\'s too bad. She sure was good in bed -- she\'d handled him
just as he liked. He\'d swear she must have been trained in a school for
courtesans. But she was beautiful with a body that wouldn\'t quit.
After they\'d had dinner and saw a show, they got to his apartment about
midnight. Even though they hadn\'t had sex before, there was no fumbling or
hesitating. The moment they walked into the bedroom, Suzanne had been all
over him, and he liked it. She stripped him herself; shirt and tie, shoes
and socks, finally pants and underpants. She stared appreciatively at his
quite huge, erect cock and large balls in their wrinkled sack.
Behind his desk the young congressman\'s fingers lightly toyed with his
swelling prick, trapped in his briefs and oozing slightly, as he lay back in
his swivel chair and reminisced about the night before.
Mike lay back on the bed, his legs over the side of the bed and feet on
the floor, and watched Suzanne as she stripped herself; dress, hose, panties
and bra. Her body was the type he really liked - slim hips and broad
shoulders, nice high buttocks and almost flat chest. Her tiny nymph nude breasts were small
and hardly protruded. The nipples were not large, not stretched or swollen-
looking. The smaller the better, Mike thought.
Watching her strip was a real turn-on to Mike, and at the same time, he
watched his prick rise higher and expand even more, pulsing and waving. Mike
ogled her naked body, from shoulders to ankles, enjoying what he saw, though
he paid little attention to her pubic area. That, for some reason, didn\'t
appeal much to his sexual eye.
He hadn\'t said anything, didn\'t know how she knew, but somehow she knew
just what he liked. The slim-hipped girl grabbed his knees, spread his legs
and knelt between them. It seemed that she was paying homage to his priapic
monster. Her hands lightly rubbed up and down the drooling cock, spreading
slick pre-seminal fluid over the bulging, dark red head. One hand gently
cupped the long, full sack of testicles while the other began to jack Mike
off.
He couldn\'t help humping his hips, really lifting his buttocks clear of
the bed. Suddenly, when his butt again collapsed onto the bed, he found that
Suzanne had put one hand under him and one finger slid between his ass cheeks.
Before he knew it, that finger had also located his twitching rectum and
buried itself into his rectum.
Mike put his arms under his head so he could watch Suzanne as her tongue
toyed with his cockhead, poking into the slit on the tip, then spreading
saliva over the head, letting it drip down the sides where her hand was still
pumping on the steel-like organ. His whole body shivered and tingled when the
young woman pushed her lips and mouth down over Mike\'s throbbing penis as it
shoved straight up from his crotch, out of the thatch of black, wiry pubic
hair. Her sucking and pumping was so good and really very expert. Mike
remembered thinking at the time that she must have had a lot of experience at
sucking cock. He hadn\'t had a suck like that since ..... since that time when
he and Bryan were in .. ah.. must have been ninth grade. Just kids fooling
around. Hmmm. Hadn\'t heard of Bryan in quite a while, couple years I guess.
Last I heard he had been working for a moving company, he\'d be good at lifting
the heavy weights. He\'d been having a hard time keeping jobs, though he\'d
usually get another soon after being fired. Don\'t think he\'s ever married.
That\'s enough of Bryan, won\'t see him again, I\'m sure.
Those petite nymphet model
thoughts left his mind quickly when Mike realized that Suzanne had
just about brought him to a climax. Wow, that was quick for him. His
experience with women had not been the best in recent years. Guess he was
getting too involved with his work. Going to have to take some time off for
himself .. recharge his batteries ... go somewhere where he wasn\'t known at
all.
Mike reached his hands down to Suzanne\'s head, \"Oh, Suzie, that\'s great
.. so sexy ... \" he paused to catch his breath when her teeth grazed his
super-sensitive head, \"you are the greatest .. Oh ... nubiles nymphets
Oh ... Suzie, hang on,
I\'m coming!\" Mike\'s body spasmed and his muscles tensed ... his anus
tightened convulsively on the finger that was pumping in and out of his now
burning asshole.
Suzanne looked up into Mike\'s eyes while her mouth took his long, hard
prick far into her mouth until the head slid partly down her throat. That was
as far as she could take it down. Hers was not a really deep throat. She
could see that he was really turned on by her sucking, and by the finger in
his ass. His hands held tightly onto her head, forcing it faster up and down
on his cock. She was happy to oblige, she enjoyed it too, though she\'d really
rather have had his huge cock rammed up her cunt. Oh, well, for some reason
she felt he like this better. Pulling her finger from nymphet ranchi pics his asshole, Suzanne
put that hand between her legs, one finger into her own vagina while she
manipulated her clitoris, masturbating herself. At the same time, she also
vaguely wondered about Mike and his sexual orientation. Didn\'t seem very
strong to her.
In a few moments Mike knew he was coming ... really coming ... he felt
the impulse follow a trail from his rectum and between his legs, through his
scrotum and balls, finally up the full length of his bursting prick until his
whole body contracted and then thrust his whole being out of the slit in his
erupting organ and into her mouth. She still sucked and sucked while he shot
wad after wad down her throat.
While Mike\'s entire body collapsed on the bed, Suzanne milked his cock
into her mouth, then let it flop into his thigh as she slid her body up on his
until her face was over his, her mouth on top of his. Suddenly he was shocked
to realize that she had collected his cum in her mouth and then let it slide
into his mouth. At first he thought he might be sick, he\'d never had semen in
his mouth. No one had ever done that to him before.
But, he didn\'t get sick, and actually it tasted kind of good, a bit
salty, but not bad -- a flat, alkaline flavor. Mike kissed her passionately,
almost feverishly and they lay a while pressed together on the bed. Later,
they had a couple of drinks and cigarettes, then relaxed. All the while her
hands rarely left his nymphetts nude body. He did reciprocate and felt her naked body, slim
and relatively solid for a girl.
He considered their bodies a good match; his was slim and quite
muscular, well-defined with white skin and little body hair except the black
feathery wisps under his arms, in his crotch and a few hairs around his small,
dark red nipples. Her body was well-tanned and very pleasingly filled out.
Mike sucked on her nipples while she played with his prick until that organ
finally regained its former size. Climbing on top of her, he spread her legs,
grabbed his cock and lowered himself to position the head against her cunt
lips. With his hands under her buttocks, he shoved with his hips and rammed
his throbbing shaft full into her vagina, banging his taut abdomen against her
groin.
Suzanne wrapped her legs around his full, muscular melons of buttocks,
pulled him tightly into her body while he sucked fervently on her small
nipples. He worked and worked, at first slowly, then very rapidly. He didn\'t
seem to be making any progress toward his climax. He wasn\'t even starting to
tingle at all. On a sudden inspiration Mike took one of her hands, placed it
on the part of his cock outside of her cunt, wrapped her fingers around it.
\"Hang on tight, Suzie, here we go.\"
With the girl helping Mike reached a climax in a few moments of frantic
humping, pounding his sore dick into her, finally shooting his sperm into her
love tunnel, collapsing on top of her, gasping for breath. Because her hand
was gripping his cock between her legs, she came also from the rubbing of her
wrist on her hidden knob. When Mike suggested that he wear a condom, Suzanne
said she was well protected and he didn\'t have to.
Suddenly Mike realized he was sitting at his desk, rubbing his dick with
both hands down his teenie nymphets naked pants leg. \'Hmm, better think of something else. Better
figure how I\'m going to get rid of Suzanne. Get her a better job. I know
Senator Knowles needs a secretary. That horny bastard will jump at the chance
to hire Suzanne, and she\'ll jump at the job, too.\'
Standing up, Mike worked his shrunken penis back into the jockey briefs
and went back to work, daydreaming over. He looked around his office, very
pleased with the posh furnishings, he thought, with the look of big business
almost, big desk, wall-to-wall deep blue carpet, some of his favorite
paintings on display. He honestly was grateful for his election and hoped to
succeed with his pet legislation. The federal government must find a way to
provide medical help to the poor people of the nation, those not retired, but
who don\'t have a chance at the \'good\' life. They suffer for many reasons,
many with low intelligence and thus poor education, inadequate nutrition
without the knowledge to correct the problems. His own district in East
Central Ohio is not a wealthy one. He hoped to help. It is difficult for a
freshman representative to move mountains; let alone be reelected. * * * * The committee room hummed with low conversations since the chairman
hadn\'t called the meeting to order as yet. Mike looked over the files which
had been placed before him when he came in. There were ten files, nine boys
and one girl. Traditionally, pages had always been boys and Mike thought it
should stay that way. Tradition, he thought. Sexist, too, he mused with a
smile. As he understood it, he was to pick five out of the ten who would be
pages, and one of the five particularly appealed to Mike.
Mike randomly picked four of the boys, but the fifth one really took his
fancy, name Brian Whitlow. Brian was a junior in high school as were all the
applicants, very high scholastically, and very nice looking blond kid. There
were a couple pictures in his folder, one in a suit and one as a member of the
school swimming latina nymphets
team. Mike didn\'t think much about it, but figured that Brian
(damn, thought Mike, the same name as his school buddy from 14 years ago -
hadn\'t heard about him for at least 2 years) was an especially well-qualified
candidate. If Brian isn\'t monopolized by representatives with more seniority
than himself, he\'d try to give the kid a helping hand around the Capitol.
Surprised, he noticed that the boy was nymphet porn gallery already 18 years old. Must have
started late. Better check into that.
The chairman of the committee kidded Mike when he handed in his list of
choices. \"What\'s the matter, Mike, you didn\'t pick any girls?\" Mike winked
at him and whispered, \"Well, Mr. Chairman, I\'m afraid I have all I can handle
right now.\" He grinned and winked again. He knew the chairman had seen
Suzanne often, and rightly assumed that Mike was fucking her. nymphets nude lol nymphets top raped
* * * * * During the next year in Congress, Mike often saw Brian Whitlow in the
chamber of the House of Representatives, distributing materials for the
members, sometimes just messages or phone calls. After a couple months he
noticed that if he had a message or phone call or special documents to be
delivered, the page who did this was Brian Whitlow. He didn\'t know how Brian
had managed the exclusive rights to serve Congressman Keith, but he was always
happy to see him.
Occasionally, Brian would be required to bring documents or messages to
Mike\'s office. Mike had asked his office personnel to notify him whenever the
young man was in the office. He enjoyed talking to him because they had
similar interests and he enjoyed the tall blond\'s humor.
They found out that they both like sailing, classical music and camping.
Brian said he had taken piano lessons for a while, but had to quit while he
was a page as he had to quit most everything he enjoyed. But being a page was
a great education and he was enjoying his year. Later he admitted that the
end of his time as a page couldn\'t come soon enough.
Suddenly Mike was aware of Brian, his favorite page, standing beside his
desk, trying to get his attention. Brian had been working in the House for
most of the year by then, and Mike had been very well satisfied with Brian\'s
work. The congressman couldn\'t use Brian\'s services often, but paid attention
to the young man when he did. Good kid, responsible, does just what he tells
him and can think for himself when necessary. And, as Mike had said casually
to himself every so often, if you have to look at a page all the time, he
might as well be a good-looking one. He finally remembered who Brian reminded
him of. It had been bothering him since he had met the young man. It was
that actor in the Star Wars movie who played Luke Skywalker. It was .... ah
..., his name was .... oh, yes, Mark Hamill. Not much of an actor, but he
sure looked good . . . . . before his accident.
Brian was a very handsome young man, with an excellent swimmer\'s body to
go with his good looks. Nice broad shoulders, slim hips, not too tall, but
close to six feet. He was almost too good-looking for a boy, but was saved
from being \'pretty\' by a certain ruggedness on his features. nude nymphets forums Occasionally
Mike had placed his arm around the boy\'s shoulders, or his hand on the boy\'s
back, and was pleasantly surprised to feel really solid, hard muscles
underneath the shirt. He always wore dark trousers, white shirt and tie like
all the other pages. But once Mike had absent-mindedly glanced at the boy\'s
pants and thought he must have had them professionally tailored. The fit
perfectly, but were rather tight, especially over the buttocks and crotch.
\"Oh, hi Brian,\" Mike smiled, \"what have I forgotten to do now?\" Brian
was always reminding him of something he\'d forgotten.
\"Nothing, sir,\" Brian spoke quietly, \"just some papers you have to look
over, and these need your signature . . . here and . . . here.\"
When the boy showed Mike the papers, he was nymphet young asian leaning over his shoulder
and pressed right against Mike. There must have been over twenty documents
and letters to sign, so it took a while. Mike was nearing the end of the pile
and he realized that Brian was really pushing against him, and he also
realized that it was Brian\'s crotch against his shoulder. The older man
didn\'t realize it, but his prick was getting hard, quite hard in his crotch.
He didn\'t connect the two situations, at least consciously, he didn\'t. It
wasn\'t until the young man had left with the papers, and he found his right
hand rubbing his erected organ, that the glimmering of a thought came to Mike.
Why, he thought, why should I have an erection just because some kid
pushed up against me. That\'s crazy. He wasn\'t turned on by boys or men. He
wasn\'t gay, never had any experiences with men. Well, Mike reconsidered, if
I\'m going to be truthful with myself, there was Bryan and me in the ninth
grade. But that was just kids experimenting, just fooling around. And, it
wasn\'t that often, he told himself, probably not more than ten times in two
years. And, hell, all they did was jack off together .... well, except for
the time that Bryan had sucked him off. He, Mike, had never done that. That
was for real queers. newsgroup nymphet He thought back.
His buddy\'s parents had gone out for the evening, wouldn\'t be home for
three or four hours when Mike and his school friend, Bryan, had reached
Bryan\'s house. They had been to a movie, not very good but risque enough for
them to be snickering all the way through.
Bryan whispered in the theater, \"Wait\'ll we get home, Mike, I\'ll show ya
shit a lot better than this crap.\"
Bryan\'s bed was quite soft when Mike lay back on it, watching Bryan root
around in the back of one of his bureau drawers. Gee, Mike thought, Bryan is
nice, I really like being around him. He\'s shorter than me, and heavier, and
that orange-red hair really stands out, but he looks good. Hmmmm, I guess
you\'d say we\'re both built good, but him a little better, I think.
His buddy sat beside Mike on the bed, holding a stack of magazines. In
a burst of enthusiasm Mike moved right close to Bryan, threw his arm across
his friend\'s shoulder, panting theatrically, \"What have we here, old buddy,
you\'ve been holding out on me, haven\'t you.\" In his exuberance Mike didn\'t
realize the effect he was having on Bryan, didn\'t notice Bryan\'s arm go around
his waist to hold tightly nor notice Bryan\'s cock almost immediately push a
large tent in the front of his tennis shorts.
But, Bryan noticed everything. He\'d wanted to get really close to Mike;
he knew very well exactly what he wanted. He wanted to be close to his friend
sexually and do everything he knew of with him. In his day-dreams he and Mike
did everything ... jack each other off, suck each other\'s cock and eat the
cum, and finally fuck each other in the ass (though Bryan hadn\'t done that
before, and wasn\'t sure just how it would be accomplished.)
They sat close, turned the pages of the magazines slowly, staring avidly
at the men and women pictured in various postures of sexual intercourse and
other sexual acts. Bryan was pleased to see that Mike\'s cock was also very
big and hard under his tennis shorts, pushing against the material until he
figured it must be standing straight up from his crotch.
Bryan pressed his palm on his own prick, trying unsuccessfully to push
it back down, yet at the same time drawing attention to it. He spoke softly,
but huskily, \"Boy, these pictures are sure turning me on.\" He seemed to
complain, \"And damn if I haven\'t gotten me a big hard-on.\"
His friend Mike barely seemed to realize that Bryan had said anything,
but still, \"Yeah, I guess I got me one too.\"
Pointedly looking at Mike\'s crotch, Bryan nodded. \"Yeah, I see you do.
Boy that looks a lot bigger than mine.\" He made sure he had Mike\'s attention,
\"How big is it, Mike .... hard, I mean.\"
The dark-haired boy seemed to want to avoid fucking nymphet talking about it, just
mentioning offhandedly, \"Hell, I don\'t know ...never measured it.\" This was a
big fat lie, because Mike knew to the nearest millimeter just how long it
really was.
Teasing, Bryan said, \"Well, just maybe mine is bigger than yours. Could
be you know.\"
Bryan\'s words had the desired effect. Mike just had to prove that his
was the bigger. Again, Mike realized he was sitting behind his desk in the House Office
Building, Congress of the United States, Washington, D.C., a big smile on his
face, another big erection in his suit pants and day-dreams in his head of a
time over fourteen years before. He laughed out loud at himself, \"Get me,
day-dreaming again. What\'s getting into me. Better get back to work!\"
He picked up the intercom. \"Janet?\"
\"Yes, sir\", cam the reply in his ear.
\"Janet, ah ... did you get my schedule typed for my meetings back home
next week?\"
\"Yes, sir. I put them on your desk, under your plane tickets.\"
Mike answered, trying to sound contrite for his stupid question, \"Ok, I
see them. Thanks. And ... ah ... did you send out the invitations for the
party?\"
\"They\'re finished and just have to be mailed. Is there anything else?\",
Mike\'s new secretary responded.
Mike considered, \"No, not that I can think of.\" He started to hang up,
then asked, \"Did I have you send an invitation to our favorite page, Brian
Whitlow? I can\'t remember.\"
\"No, sir, you didn\'t. Shall I type up innocent nymphets fuck another one?\"
\"Yes, go ahead ...\", the young man started, then changed his mind, \"no,
I\'ll see him myself in a few minutes anyway. Fortunately, his term as a page
will be over by the party time, therefore no problems with his curfew and Page
Residence requirements. So never mind now. Thanks.\"
Mike made a mental note to be sure to ask Brian to his party when nymphets bald pics
he saw
him outside the House chamber. Putting on his suit jacket, he left the
building to walk the few blocks to the Capitol. He walked whenever the
weather was good, get some exercise.
Before entering the chamber, the dark and handsome congressman from Ohio
stopped to talk to the even more handsome but blond page, Brian Whitlow.
Smiling, eagerly attentive, the boy agreed nymphet jpg quickly to attend the staff party
that Mike was giving after he got back from politicking in the wilds of Ohio
in two weeks.
\"That\'s great, Brian, we\'ll all be glad to have you to celebrate with
us. That is, just so the news is good news when I get back.\" The congressman
had to convince his backers to raise the money for another campaign, assuming
he would be renominated. Mike really was sure that he wouldn\'t be dropped
from the slate. \"The party will be at my apartment in Watergate and will be
very informal; just for the staff here in Washington. You know, the staff
with wives and husbands, and all.\" He quickly added, \"No kids, but you can
bring your wife or mistress, whichever you want, Brian\", Mike kidded him,
laughing. He gave Brian his personal card with the exact address.
Brian blushed and laughed, \"No, I\'m not married. Don\'t even have a
mistress. Guess I\'ll have to work on that.\" His face practically matched his
hair in brilliance.
\"Well, bring a girl friend, if you want. I\'ll see you when I get back
from Ohio, but I wanted to give you some warning about the party.\"
\"Thank you, sir. I appreciate it.\" He paused, looking at the floor,
then turned toward Mike, \"Anything for me to do now?\"
\"Yes, would you write down your home address and phone number on a sheet
and give it to my secretary before you leave. Just in case we have a change of
plans for some reason.\"
\"OK, I\'ll do it. Anything else?\"
\"No, get back to your studies. I\'ll see you in a couple of weeks.\"
Mike patted Brian on the shoulder and took his seat in the House chamber. Opening the fancy apartment door, Mike greeted his guests, bowing them
into his temporary home, a large apartment in the Watergate complex, urging
them to have the bartender mix them anything they would like and be sure to
visit the food table. The apartment was quite large and comfortable, well
furnished in tones that reminded Mike of a condo in Florida he\'d visited once;
beige and coral in various tones. Before long, the two large main rooms,
usually filled with furniture but now seemed almost empty with only chairs
around the walls, were rather crowded with his office staff and their spouses,
noisy and smoky, full of congratulations for the freshman congressman. The
party leaders back home had asked him to run again and agreed to raise as full
a chest of funds as possible to run his campaign.
By nine that evening everyone was pretty well lubricated and feeling
good, but no one had gone too far yet. Mike himself was coasting smoothly,
feeling content and satisfied but also watching out for evidence of drugs. He
couldn\'t afford to allow any of that in his position. Mike had real hopes of
moving higher politically and misadventures like that always catch up with
you. Answering the door again, Mike was surprised at first to see his young,
blond page standing in the doorway, looking neat and handsome but somewhat
unsure of himself.
Mike had forgotten that he had invited Brian, but after the initial
surprise, he grabbed the boy\'s arm, pulled him into the apartment and happily
welcomed him to the party. \"Come in, Brian, come in. Glad you could make it.
Now I want you to meet everyone. I realize you know underage pubescent nymphet
all our staff people, but
now you get to met all the spouses behind them.\" Mike loudly whispered to
Brian, \"Where\'s your girlfriend ... thought you were going to bring her,\" he
kidded. The fair skin reddened as he blushed, then mumbled about not having
one right then. \"That\'s OK, Brian, we\'re happy to have you. Now meet
everyone, then get a drink or two, we don\'t check ID\'s here.\"
This seemed to help put the boy at ease, making sure he met everyone.
Brian was usually very outgoing and he soon found himself feeling at home and
comfortable.
Mike circulated freely, making sure to compliment all the women and say
something personal to all the men. He had a drink in his hand all the time,
but didn\'t drink much liquor, mostly mix. He\'d pass Brian once in a while,
give him a friendly pat, say something designed to help him feel at ease. But
the boy seemed to be doing just fine on his own, talking easily with all the
guests. Of course Mike did notice that the women vied for the privilege of
standing near him. They almost pawed the poor kid, although he didn\'t seem to
mind.
By 1 A.M. most everyone had left the party except Mike\'s two closest
aides and their wives, his secretary and her husband, his attorney and her
husband, Mike and Brian. They were talking casually, moving around the
apartment from time to time.
Mike was talking to the bartender he\'d hired when Brian came up to the
bar and asked for another highball. Mike smiled at him. \"How many is that,
Brian? Can\'t have you going home polluted.\"
The slim, muscular body swayed against the bar, \"Only a couple, sir, not
too much,\" Brian mumbled
Sipping the new drink, he seemed to suddenly lose control. He turned
ashen, almost a greenish shade, small nymphet as Mike watch. Mike knew what was happening.
The boy would be sick, very sick and very soon.
Mike looked around where the few left were quietly talking, and felt he
could help the boy without neglecting his hostly duties. \"Come on, Brian,
let\'s head for the bathroom, you\'re going to need it right now.\" To the rest
of the guests he announced loudly, \"Sorry, folks, but the young man here has
had a little too much. I\'ll help him get himself straightened out. If you
have to go before I get back, thanks for coming, see you on Monday, bright and
early.\"
His guests were sympathetic to the situation and to Brian who was well
liked. As Mike was leading Brian to the john, they let themselves out.
With one arm around sex with nymphets Brian\'s waist, Mike just got him into the bathroom
when he could feel the boy\'s abdominal muscles tighten, then begin heaving.
\"Come on, boy, hang on, over here by the toilet.\" He got the lid up and
Brian kneeling just in time, as the vomit spewed from his mouth and nose in
gush after gush of nauseous fluids. Mike still held him around the waist, one
hand on his forehead, brushing his hair back, trying to quiet the tortured
body.
Brian thought he was finished throwing up so he knelt erectly to ease
his back. Unfortunately, there was more vomit to come, and come it did, all
down the boy\'s shirt petite nude nymphetes and pants. It came so suddenly, before Mike could get
him bent over the toilet again. He kept heaving, dry heaving, practically
tearing hot nymphets tgp his guts out while the older man held his head and rubbed his back,
trying to ease his discomfort. After flushing the john, Mike had him lean on
the toilet rim, telling him not to move, and stood up to see how his guests
were doing. He felt a strange tautness in his pants and looked down to
realize that he had a huge hard-on, a solid, strong one. Puzzled, he frowned,
not understanding, and pushed his hardened penis down to be less noticeable so
he could walk into the living room.
Everyone had gone, he saw, except for the bartender who smiled
sympathetically, \"How\'s the boy?\" Mike grinned in return. \"Probably won\'t
feel good tomorrow, but he\'ll recover fast, I\'m sure. You can go home now;
your envelope is there on the ledge. Thanks for all your help.\"
\"OK, I\'ve got everything cleaned up. See you again sometime.\"
\"So long\", and Mike turned back to the bathroom. He found Brian sitting
by the toilet, a bit dazed but with somewhat better color. However, he did
smell bad, especially from his clothes which had gotten hit with quite a bit
of puke. \"Well\", Mike thought out loud, \"what are we going to do with you, my
boy. We\'ve got to get you presentable enough to go home.\"
Brian\'s nymphets 15 year bleary eyes met the older man\'s, \"Oh, it\'s OK, my father is away
for the weekend.\" He slurred his words almost to the point of mumbling, \"If
you\'d help me get there, he\'ll never know .... he\'ll nev ... nev ... \". The
tired and sick young man gave up trying to speak and seemed to go to sleep.
Brushing Brian\'s hair back from his forehead, Mike took a wet washcloth
and cleaned his face and neck. He tried to wake the boy, but he only groaned
and tried to fend Mike off, seemingly in his sleep. The darker older man
decided he\'d have to get the clothes off him and put him to bed. \'Don\'t think
I could manage to get him into the shower. That will have to wait until
morning.\'
Gently Mike slid the boy to lie on the tile floor. He unbuttoned the
plaid shirt and worked it off the muscular arms and strong shoulders, putting
it under his head to cushion it. With his shoes and socks off, Mike opened
the belt and zipper of his pants, then grabbed the cuff of each leg to pull
the pants all the way off. He succeeded but also at the same time,
accidentally pulled the kid\'s white jockey love nymphets briefs along with the jeans.
With his briefs around his knees Brian was for all practical purposes,
naked. His employer, kneeling over the boy\'s feet, couldn\'t help staring at
the strong, muscular body, so well defined, so young and vibrant. He
automatically focused his attention on the genitals, very light brown pubic
hair, a long circumcised penis lying flaccid over a remarkably full scrotum.
Beautiful, Mike mused, beautiful.
Suddenly, he shook himself, stood up and filled the basin with soap and
hot water. After emptying the pockets, he put all Brian\'s clothes in the
basic to soak overnight, including his briefs which actually hadn\'t been hit
with vomit. Probably stink a bit anyway, Mike thought.
He got one arm under the blond\'s shoulders, and one behind his knees,
lifted and easily carried him into the guest bedroom. Before he covered the
naked boy with the sheet, Mike sat on the edge of the bed and just looked at
him, at the most beautiful young body he\'d ever seen, male or female.
It took a while for Mike to realize what he was doing, and to
acknowledge the fact that he was sitting here, staring at a nude young man in
his guest bedroom and wishing ... wishing ... what was he wishing? He didn\'t
know, unless it was wishing to know exactly what he was going to do with small little nymphets
the
humongous erection that was ready to burst through his pants.
Brian turned onto his side in his stupor; his flaccid penis and long,
swollen scrotum flopped across his left thigh. In sleep his long, narrow face
took on an innocent and even more youthful appearance ... his blue eyes, deep
in his skull, were closed but Mike remembered their brilliance ... long dark
lashes curled lightly against his cheek ... moist, red lips slightly apart,
almost smiling ... pert, sharp nose, peeling just a bit.
Regretfully, Mike pulled up the sheet and covered the long, muscular
legs, the smooth, rounded buttocks, flat, ridged abdomen and the full, defined
chest with two dime-sized nipples with pointed tips. Turning off the light,
Mike leaned against the door frame, looking wistfully at the long, slender
form under the sheet, following the shadows and highlights on the bed.
Mike wrestled in his mind, \'Why am I so interested in this young boy ...
what is there about him that attracts me so much .... why do I get such a
quick, huge boner whenever I touch him ... \'. His hand moved to his crotch
where the erection needed rubbing and some TLC. He couldn\'t answer his own
questions, but he was able to get undressed, slide naked between his own
sheets and masturbate his long thick cock to a thunderous climax. Semen
pumped in spasmodic spurts over his chest and stomach, clots and strings of
sperm that he rubbed into his skin. Sleep came quickly after his body relaxed
and his doubts faded.
The morning heat of the sun was spread over Mike\'s bed and woke him
early. Putting a short, light robe on, he opened the apartment door to get
the morning paper. It felt better today for some reason that he was naked
under the robe, and somewhat tumescent, too. He seemed to be changing, but he
didn\'t know how, or what or why.
Figuring correctly that Brian would sleep very late, Mike quietly made
his breakfast, ate it and read the paper out on his balcony; also enjoying
the breezes on his bare legs and ass and crotch. It was almost eleven before
he decided to look in on the hung-over boy.
As Mike looked in the guest bedroom, he stumbled against the door,
banging it into the wall. The sudden noise woke Brian and when he opened his
eyes and sat up, he couldn\'t help groaning from the pain pressing on his
skull.
Mike walked further in the room and smiled, \"Sorry, Brian, I woke you
up. How do you feel? I expect you have a pounding head and mouth that tastes
like the bottom of a bird cage.\"
The slender boy sat up with the sheet gathered at his waist, \"Wow, what
a head. You are right. Boy, I\'ve never felt this bad. What was in those
drinks I had?\"
\"Nothing special, Brian, but probably just too many for you. Sorry
about that. I should have realized that you probably weren\'t ready for all
that booze.\"
He shook his head carefully, \"No, it\'s my fault, I\'ve never had much to
drink. I should have stopped much sooner, but I was having such a good time.\"
He held his head in his hands, \"Oh, shit, this head is killing me.\"
\"Hold on, Brian. I\'ll get you something for that. Now just lay back,
and rest quietly. I\'ll be right back.\"
Brian did just that. \"I\'m sorry I\'ve been so much trouble. Thanks for
begin so nice to a stupid kid.\"
Mike smiled and turned toward the door. young nymphet tube \"It\'s not hard to be nice to a
\'stupid\' kid 4chan archive nymphets ... but you\'re neither dumb or a kid - not with that mind you\'ve
got and that body you\'ve got.\" As he said that, Mike went down the hall to
the kitchen, wondering just why he said that. He did have a great body, but
why did that make any difference. Not knowing why, he just shook his head,
got some aspirin and tea he\'d already brewed and went back to sit beside Brian
on the bed.
\"OK, Brian, open those eyes and sit up. I\'ve got some aspirin and hot
tea. These should help. nymphets porn land
Come on, sit nymphets free movies up.\" The slim boy groaned and slowly
rose to a sitting position, leaning on his arms. Mike put an arm around the
boy\'s shoulders, gripping the naked flesh tightly, holding him erect. Slowly,
Brian raised one hand to hold the aspirin, placed it on his tongue and took a
sip of tea.
\"Mmmm. That tastes good. Thanks, Mr. Keith. I do appreciate what
you\'re doing for me. You are the greatest.\"
\"That\'s OK, Brian,\" he squeezed the shoulders, \"but since we\'re just
here by ourselves, why don\'t you call me Mike. You know, just when we\'re not
in the office.:
\"OK, uh ... Mike, I\'ll watch it. But you know, I don\'t think ... think
.. ah I think,\" Brian was turning green again, \"I think I\'m going to be sick.\"
Mike jumped up and carefully put the cup on the nightstand before Brian
dropped it. \"Oh, jeez, come on, Brian, let\'s get you to the bathroom quick.\"
Mike lifted the boy from under his arms and got him standing, forgetting he
was naked. Brian didn\'t notice, but the older man sure did. He couldn\'t get
his eyes off the slim, tannish acrobatic nymphets top penis that wagged from thigh to thigh as they
hurried to the bathroom. He also didn\'t realize that his short robe didn\'t
conceal his own organ anymore, since it was now getting long and escaping from
the folds of the silky robe.
Mike did notice that Brian\'s abdomen was starting to heave and his
throat was working as he swallowed furiously, trying not to throw up. By
practically running Mike got Brian\'s head over the toilet as the vomit surged
from his stomach and spilled from his mouth and nose. To Brian it wasn\'t a
pleasant experience, in fact only the second time the boy had ever thrown up,
but subconsciously he knew Mike\'s arm was around his waist and one hand
holding his forehead and he was comforted ... more comforted even that if his
own father was helping him. And nymphet nude list not at all as embarrassing.
Brian didn\'t puke as much as he had the night before, in fact there
wasn\'t much to come up. Mike was kneeling beside skinny nymphet model
him, speaking softly and
gently rubbing his muscular back, down the ridges on either side of his spine,
and up the sides, rubbing gently but firmly. He started to rub lower and
lower, until the next move would be onto the boy\'s solid, topless nymphet pic full buttocks. They
really just cried out for rubbing but even though it entered his head to do
it, Mike dismissed the notion immediately. What in hell would he want fresh young nymphets to rub
a boy\'s buttock for? Just why?
Mike reached over to get a washcloth to clean him up with and as he
turned back, he saw that Brian had straightened, still on his knees.
Obviously he didn\'t realize that his cock stuck out hard and rigid from his
crotch, throbbing slowly up and down. nubile nymphets youngest Handing the boy the cloth, telling him
to wash his face, Mike raced to his bedroom for another robe (practically a
twin of the one Mike had on) and got back to the bathroom before Brian knew he
was gone. He threw the short robe over the youngster\'s shoulders and wrapped
it around him.
Brian stood patiently while Mike washed his neck and chest where he had
sprayed himself. \"Your clothes are soaking now, but they\'ll be ready later
today. Right now I\'d suggest that you get back in bed and sleep some more. I
didn\'t have anything planned for today, and I sure hope you didn\'t. Didn\'t
have a date, did you?\"
Even though he wasn\'t feeling very well, but did manage a tight smile,
\"No, I wasn\'t going to do anything, and I don\'t have a girl. I haven\'t really
had many dates, either, but please don\'t tell anyone.\"
\"No, I sure wouldn\'t. What about your parents? Won\'t they be wondering
where you are?\"
The smile disappeared. \"There is only my father. My mother died about
five years ago - cancer. Dad wouldn\'t child models nymphets
care where I ... well, he\'s away for
the weekend. I\'m on my own.\"
\"Well, son, you\'ve just found a second home. You\'re welcome here
anytime.\" Mike had figured from the way Brian spoke that he didn\'t feel good
at his own home. By that time he had the young blond settled in bed and
practically asleep before he left the room.
\'Damn\', Mike thought to himself, \'I must be horny as hell.\' He walked
to the kitchen and got a cup of hot coffee. \'I\'d better get me a dark nymphet paysites piece of ass
fast or I\'ll be sprouting a hard-on all over the place here. Wonder if
Suzanne would ... ah, no, now that she\'s a senator\'s secretary she wouldn\'t
put out for a little congressman.\' When he sat on the couch, his robe pulled
apart and he looked down at his exposed genitals, still slightly aroused.
Casually, he fingered his cock and balls. \'Yes, I\'ll just have to make a call
or two. You need some action, old hot rod. Maybe I can get the kid home this
afternoon, and get Donna or Sheila over here tonight.\'
Mike started to read the morning paper. Not much in a Saturday morning
edition; just a rehash of the previous night\'s news. Looking at his watch, he
noticed that it was almost 1 sweetnymphets info
p.m. He had been going to lay out by the
apartment pool, get some sun, maybe even swim a little. Deciding he was still
going to do it, Mike got a bikini suit out of his bedroom bureau and worked it
over his hips. His slim, tight body looked great in a speedo-type suit -
especially the narrow hips and full, muscular buttocks, firm and tight.
Having lover of nymphets just settled back on the couch, concentrating on the newspaper
again, Mike was startled to hear what sounded like sobbing coming from the
bedroom. He tried to decide what to do, just ignore what he heard or do
something about it, He really didn\'t want to get more involved with the
mixed-up kid who seemed to really have problems at home. From a couple of
things Brian had said, his father doesn\'t give a damn about him. What could
Mike do? He wasn\'t a family counselor. And he had his own work.
The tall congressman stood up and paced the living room floor. Rubbing
his forehead, he tried to make up his nymphets 100 mind what to do. After one glance at
the piles of work on his desk, he knew there was no other way right now. He
would ignore the sniffling and sobbing. When he sat behind his loaded desk,
Mike realized that the sounds had already stopped. \'Well, that was good\', he
thought, \'now I can get some work done. But guess there\'ll be no relaxing by
the pool either\'.
His arms reaching, he stretched, arching his back. A glance at his
watch told him he\'d been working for more than two hours. \'No wonder I\'m
stiff. I think I\'ll check on Brian; maybe I can take him home now.\'
The older man peered around the corner, not particularly trying to wake
the boy up, but he must have made enough noise to do it. Brian smiled as Mike
stood beside his bed, \"Hi,\" he looked around, \"how long have I been asleep?\"
He sat up, put his legs over the side of the bed, his feet on the floor. The
robe Mike had given him was still on him, but certainly didn\'t cover
everything. And the boy realized it. He quickly pulled it closed, but not
before the dark-haired man felt himself begin to respond from seeing a good
bit of the kid\'s slim, naked body.
Mike thought to himself, \'That kid has got to go home.\' He smiled and
said aloud, \"Well I was beginning to wonder if you were going to get up
before Tuesday week. How are you feeling?\"
He groaned, \"I think I\'ll live, but I don\'t ever want to go through that
again.\" He looked around and spotted a clock, \"Hey, I\'ve got to get going.
It\'s late, and I\'ve got to ... ah .. got to .. go ... home \" He hesitated,
\"Ah ... where are my clothes?\"
Mike started out the door, \"They should be dry by now, I washed your
stuff this morning. I\'ll get them.\" Throwing the clothes into the boy\'s
hands, he headed for his own bedroom, \"Hop into your clothes and I\'ll run you
home. My car needs to be run once in a while anyway. I\'ll get some clothes
on myself.\"
Brian directed his host and friend to his home, a large, suburban house,
which actually should be considered a mansion. They pulled into the circular
drive and stopped in front of the huge, red brick \'shack\'. Mike noticed that
the boy did not look happy, did not seem to want to leave the car. \"Ah,
Brian, I\'m glad you came to the party last night, I hope you are.\"
The boy finally smiled, \"In spite of everything, I\'m sure glad I did,
Mr. ... ah .. Mike. I appreciate that you invited me. Mostly, I had a great
time.\" He opened the car door, shut it after he climbed out, and leaned in
the window, looking somber again. \"I\'ll see you later.\" He turned toward his
house.
\"Ah, wait, Brian ... ah ....\" Mike felt a bit guilty and also sorry for
the boy. What could I do for him? I know! \"How 10 y.o. nymphets about coming over to the
condo tomorrow, oh, about noon. I\'ll treat you to some lunch and we\'ll sun by
the pool, maybe even swim for a bit. What do you say? Did you have something
else planned?\"
Brian frowned, thinking, it seemed, \"No, that would be great,\" he really
smiled, \"and no I don\'t have anything else to do. Thanks a lot.\" He
practically jumped up and down in his eagerness. \"I\'ll see you about noon.\"
\"Oh, make it 12:30, Brian,\" Mike quickly interjected, \"I\'ve got some
things to do in the morning and won\'t get back before then. OK?
\"Great! I\'ll be there. Thanks.\"
Brian walked swiftly into his house to be met by his keeper and friend,
\"My, my, young Brian, \" Adam said sarcastically, \"you look a little
worse for the wear. I figured when you didn\'t show up last night that you
were safe or you would have called, but I sure would have appreciated a call.\"
\"Sorry, Adam, I wasn\'t in any condition to call last night.\" He looked
down, embarrassed, \"All right, all right, I had too much to drink, I got sick
and Mike ... ah ...Congressman Keith took care of me. He\'s really nice and
cleaned me up after I got sick, washed my clothes since I puked all over them
and let me sleep so that I could function enough to get home. Sorry, Adam,\"
Adam smiled softly, concerned. \"I\'m sorry you got sick. But you hardly
ever drink, my boy, rarely. What happened last night?\"
\"Adam, the party was so much fun. The others on his staff and their
wives and husbands were so friendly to me. I just lost track of how much I
drank until it was too late. He was so great, took care of me and didn\'t get
mad that I threw up in his bathroom. He\'s friendly, funny and damned good
looking. I\'d really like to be his friend, spend time with him.
\"Of course, but shouldn\'t I meet him?\"
\"You will, soon enough. I\'ll bet that in the last five months I\'ve been
the only page to do anything for him. That took a lot of planning for me,
trying to be assigned errands for him; keeping the others away from him.
After a while, everyone knew what I wanted and since no one else wanted his
patronage, I lucked out. He smiled broadly and hugged Adam.
\"Adam, you are my best friend, but I still want him as my friend. Can
you understand?\"
Adam hugged Brian back affectionately, \"Yes, my boy, I understand and
you\'re my friend too but you need more than that. You need someone just your
own.\" he thought a moment. \"When are you going to see him next.?\"
\"You\'re going to take me to his apartment tomorrow about noon where I\'m
having breakfast, swimming and dinner out, the works. He is so great.\"
That night Brian had trouble getting to sleep, thinking about Mike and
how he would see him tomorrow, be around him almost all day, hoping they could
really be friends. But his stomach gnawed at him, his muscles were tense, and
he hoped the next day would be good for him. He had to admit to himself that
he was scared that he would screw up; he would never forgive himself if he
did.

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Subject: Turning-The-Page-1Disclaimer: This story concerns homosexual men and their sexual activities.
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TURNING THE PAGE CHAPTER 1
I was exhausted and dazed, my body seemed numbed or floating in air, my
heart tearing along at super speed though I didn't seem to be breathing. My
body shivered, but I didn't feel cold. I didn't know why this was happening.
Then I heard in the distance, "Mikey, Mikey, what's the matter," someone
yelled, "Are you all right?" I tried to say I was OK but nothing would come
from my throat. Again, "Mikey, did I hurt ya, say somethin', please!"
Once more I tried to speak, but could only groan. Slowly my mind seemed
to clear, I could open my throat enough to say "I'm OK, Bry. It's all right."
"Oh, Mikey, I tho't you died or somethin', you scared the hell out a me.
Shit, what went on?"
I remembered everything then, and was shocked again to realize I had
just cum in my buddy Bry's mouth and he was still holding onto my softening
dick. He had just sucked me off, my very first cocksucking. The excitement
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sucking.
This was Bryan's idea, he wanted to try it because he never had before.
So, I said OK, if he wanted to, never thinking how I might react. My cum was
the greatest ever, a real knock-out.
Gradually I regained the movement of my arms and legs, my whole naked
body. We were on Bryan's bed in bbs nymphet model his house while his parents were away. As I
sat up, Bryan put his arm around my shoulders, supporting to keep me steady.
I looked into his eyes. He sure did look worried.
I smiled and patted his arm. "I'm OK now, Bry, but I never felt like
that before and I was sure scared. I should be ok in a few minutes. I guess
I should thank you for that, it was really like I went into orbit!"
Bryan let me go, and started jacking his softened dick, getting it hard
again. nymphet dark gallery
I rubbed my face and my neck, pushing back my long hair, then
straightened my body stretching the tight muscles. He was starting to get all
sexed up again.
"Ok, Mikey, you can do me now, " he said, watching me closely.
Uh-oh. I had never thought of doing it to him. Put his dick in my
mouth. No way. Jacking off together is one thing, but sucking my best friend
off was completely different. Way too far into that place where I didn't want
to go.
"Uh, Bry, I don't think I can do it," I said quietly, hoping for the
best.
He looked at me hard, "Come on, Mikey, I did you. Now you gotta do me."
My head bent down, eyes looking at the floor, "I just can't do it, Bry,
why don't I jack you off like we usually do." My voice and tone pleaded with
him.
Didn't work.
"Well, damn it, Mikey, you gotta. You's damn gonna do it since I did
you. Ya hear?"
I reached over to grab his dick, starting to pump it up and down.
Bryan stood up suddenly, ripping his dick from my hand.
"No, I don't wan' ya to do that. I want sucked. Now!" He walked toward
me, prick in hand, headed straight for my mouth.
I stood up too, "Bryan, I can't do it, I won't do it and that's it. Let
me jack you. OK?"
My mind had been running the situation over, and my decision was based
on that thinking. I figured that our mutual masturbation was just
experimenting like most boys do if the stories going around school are any way
the truth. But, cock-sucking was going way into the 'gay' - 'homosexual'
area. I didn't want to be branded one of those, positively. If I sucked
Bryan, eventually it would get around and I'd be called a cocksucker and
worse.
"Bryan, I'm sorry. I just can't suck you. That would make me a homo
and I don't want to be one."
"Oh, since I sucked you off, I'm a fuckin'homo now!," he roared at me.
"No, Bryan, of course not. But I don't want to take the chance."
My greatest fear was inside myself, that I might LIKE it and want to do
it more and more, maybe even with other guys. I was scared to death,
absolutely petrified.
"Well, you son of a bitch, some friend you are, you git the fuck out of
my house. Get out right now! Me and you are done .... that's it, done. Now
git out!" He screamed, his face flushed and threatening, his dick still hard
like a steel apt binaries nymphets rod, swinging as he yelled at me and stomped around the room.
I turned away from him, got dressed quickly, tears running down my
face. I didn't want him to know I was crying so I ran down the stairs, out
the door and two blocks to my house. We never spoke again. * * * * * * * * Michael Andrew Keith was nearing the end of his first year as a freshman
congressman from a district in East Central Ohio when he received a call from
the Speaker of the House. His intercom signaled a call from his secretary.
Mike finally picked up the chirping phone and responded.
"Yes?"
Suzanne's cool voice came to his ear, "Speaker Lindenmuth on line two,
Congressman. Sounds as if he's in an amiable mood -- he must want something."
"OK, thanks, Suzanne," Mike said and poked the blinking button. "Good
Morning, Mr. Speaker, what can I do for you?"
The smooth, sexy nymphet models unctuous voice flowed silkily through the wires between
their two offices in the Rayburn building. "Well, Mike, good morning to you.
I hoped I'd catch you before your committee meeting. I need a very small
favor, very tiny, just a very little deal. I'd really appreciate it if you
would take part on the Congressional Page Coordinator committee - it's not
much. You help oversee the Page Program as a whole. The administrators and
teachers do most of the work. The applications from Congressmen for their
candidates had to be in by March 30. Once a year you meet with the staff and
Mike, it's just to pick the pages for the following year." He paused little naturist nymphet to let
that sink in, then continued, "Now listen, all you have to do right now is
pick from all the kids nominated. Actually it's just a matter of getting
together on the right number needed by the House, just 72 right now. And
approve some of the names on your list. There are always too many
applications up for nomination." Again he waited for a moment, "How about it,
Mike? Really just a formality, the whole thing."
As the Speaker had droned on and on, Mike walked around his office,
stopping in front of the long mirror on the closet door. 'Hmmm, not too bad',
he thought. Certain segments of Washington society of both genders would
seriously consider Rep. Michael Keith a real 'hunk' and maybe even 'stud'.
However, he was not actually aware of that in his mind. Never thought about
it. His slender body, about 6'1", finely muscled and well-defined, owed
nothing to his exercise regimen (which was nonexistent), but owed 99% to the
inherited physical characteristics of his ancestors.
Mike knew that no matter what he felt about it, he'd have to do as he
was asked. As a freshman member of the House of Representatives, he played
ball with the leaders of the party and hoped for reelection. Later, well....
"Why surely, Mr. Speaker, I'd gladly to help you out. Just let me know
when and where, and I'll be there."
"I'll have my secretary send an agenda and meeting time to your
secretary tomorrow. I think they're meeting in a few days. OK? Well, good,
thanks a lot, see you."
As usual, the speaker answered most of his own questions, not waiting
for the person questioned come up with his own response.
Mike slowly replaced the receiver, thinking of this 'just one more job
to do'. Oh hell, maybe it won't nymphettes nudity
take much of his limited time. The young
Congressman's mind left the new committee and slid gratefully to consider
again the night before. His secretary, Suzanne, nymphet defloration
had stayed overnight at his
apartment and zeps forums nymphets
they had enjoyed each other fully. Being a bachelor, being a
youthful 28, and being out of the constant scrutiny of the press all helped
his love life. He really didn't have to watch his step too closely. But he
knew that he shouldn't have made it with his secretary - too close to his
daily routine -- too close to home. Now he'd have to get rid of her, gently
and kindly.
Damn, that's too bad. She sure was good in bed -- she'd handled him
just as he liked. He'd swear she must have been trained in a school for
courtesans. But she was beautiful with a body that wouldn't quit.
After they'd had dinner and saw a show, they got to his apartment about
midnight. Even though they hadn't had sex before, there was no fumbling or
hesitating. The moment they walked into the bedroom, Suzanne had been all
over him, and he liked it. She stripped him herself; shirt and tie, shoes
and socks, finally pants and underpants. She stared appreciatively at his
quite huge, erect cock and large balls in their wrinkled sack.
Behind his desk the young congressman's fingers lightly toyed with his
swelling prick, trapped in his briefs and oozing slightly, as he lay back in
his swivel chair and reminisced about the night before.
Mike lay back on the bed, his legs over the side of the bed and feet on
the floor, and watched Suzanne as she stripped herself; dress, hose, panties
and bra. Her body was the type he really liked - slim hips and broad
shoulders, nice high buttocks and almost flat chest. Her tiny nymph nude breasts were small
and hardly protruded. The nipples were not large, not stretched or swollen-
looking. The smaller the better, Mike thought.
Watching her strip was a real turn-on to Mike, and at the same time, he
watched his prick rise higher and expand even more, pulsing and waving. Mike
ogled her naked body, from shoulders to ankles, enjoying what he saw, though
he paid little attention to her pubic area. That, for some reason, didn't
appeal much to his sexual eye.
He hadn't said anything, didn't know how she knew, but somehow she knew
just what he liked. The slim-hipped girl grabbed his knees, spread his legs
and knelt between them. It seemed that she was paying homage to his priapic
monster. Her hands lightly rubbed up and down the drooling cock, spreading
slick pre-seminal fluid over the bulging, dark red head. One hand gently
cupped the long, full sack of testicles while the other began to jack Mike
off.
He couldn't help humping his hips, really lifting his buttocks clear of
the bed. Suddenly, when his butt again collapsed onto the bed, he found that
Suzanne had put one hand under him and one finger slid between his ass cheeks.
Before he knew it, that finger had also located his twitching rectum and
buried itself into his rectum.
Mike put his arms under his head so he could watch Suzanne as her tongue
toyed with his cockhead, poking into the slit on the tip, then spreading
saliva over the head, letting it drip down the sides where her hand was still
pumping on the steel-like organ. His whole body shivered and tingled when the
young woman pushed her lips and mouth down over Mike's throbbing penis as it
shoved straight up from his crotch, out of the thatch of black, wiry pubic
hair. Her sucking and pumping was so good and really very expert. Mike
remembered thinking at the time that she must have had a lot of experience at
sucking cock. He hadn't had a suck like that since ..... since that time when
he and Bryan were in .. ah.. must have been ninth grade. Just kids fooling
around. Hmmm. Hadn't heard of Bryan in quite a while, couple years I guess.
Last I heard he had been working for a moving company, he'd be good at lifting
the heavy weights. He'd been having a hard time keeping jobs, though he'd
usually get another soon after being fired. Don't think he's ever married.
That's enough of Bryan, won't see him again, I'm sure.
Those petite nymphet model
thoughts left his mind quickly when Mike realized that Suzanne had
just about brought him to a climax. Wow, that was quick for him. His
experience with women had not been the best in recent years. Guess he was
getting too involved with his work. Going to have to take some time off for
himself .. recharge his batteries ... go somewhere where he wasn't known at
all.
Mike reached his hands down to Suzanne's head, "Oh, Suzie, that's great
.. so sexy ... " he paused to catch his breath when her teeth grazed his
super-sensitive head, "you are the greatest .. Oh ... nubiles nymphets
Oh ... Suzie, hang on,
I'm coming!" Mike's body spasmed and his muscles tensed ... his anus
tightened convulsively on the finger that was pumping in and out of his now
burning asshole.
Suzanne looked up into Mike's eyes while her mouth took his long, hard
prick far into her mouth until the head slid partly down her throat. That was
as far as she could take it down. Hers was not a really deep throat. She
could see that he was really turned on by her sucking, and by the finger in
his ass. His hands held tightly onto her head, forcing it faster up and down
on his cock. She was happy to oblige, she enjoyed it too, though she'd really
rather have had his huge cock rammed up her cunt. Oh, well, for some reason
she felt he like this better. Pulling her finger from nymphet ranchi pics his asshole, Suzanne
put that hand between her legs, one finger into her own vagina while she
manipulated her clitoris, masturbating herself. At the same time, she also
vaguely wondered about Mike and his sexual orientation. Didn't seem very
strong to her.
In a few moments Mike knew he was coming ... really coming ... he felt
the impulse follow a trail from his rectum and between his legs, through his
scrotum and balls, finally up the full length of his bursting prick until his
whole body contracted and then thrust his whole being out of the slit in his
erupting organ and into her mouth. She still sucked and sucked while he shot
wad after wad down her throat.
While Mike's entire body collapsed on the bed, Suzanne milked his cock
into her mouth, then let it flop into his thigh as she slid her body up on his
until her face was over his, her mouth on top of his. Suddenly he was shocked
to realize that she had collected his cum in her mouth and then let it slide
into his mouth. At first he thought he might be sick, he'd never had semen in
his mouth. No one had ever done that to him before.
But, he didn't get sick, and actually it tasted kind of good, a bit
salty, but not bad -- a flat, alkaline flavor. Mike kissed her passionately,
almost feverishly and they lay a while pressed together on the bed. Later,
they had a couple of drinks and cigarettes, then relaxed. All the while her
hands rarely left his nymphetts nude body. He did reciprocate and felt her naked body, slim
and relatively solid for a girl.
He considered their bodies a good match; his was slim and quite
muscular, well-defined with white skin and little body hair except the black
feathery wisps under his arms, in his crotch and a few hairs around his small,
dark red nipples. Her body was well-tanned and very pleasingly filled out.
Mike sucked on her nipples while she played with his prick until that organ
finally regained its former size. Climbing on top of her, he spread her legs,
grabbed his cock and lowered himself to position the head against her cunt
lips. With his hands under her buttocks, he shoved with his hips and rammed
his throbbing shaft full into her vagina, banging his taut abdomen against her
groin.
Suzanne wrapped her legs around his full, muscular melons of buttocks,
pulled him tightly into her body while he sucked fervently on her small
nipples. He worked and worked, at first slowly, then very rapidly. He didn't
seem to be making any progress toward his climax. He wasn't even starting to
tingle at all. On a sudden inspiration Mike took one of her hands, placed it
on the part of his cock outside of her cunt, wrapped her fingers around it.
"Hang on tight, Suzie, here we go."
With the girl helping Mike reached a climax in a few moments of frantic
humping, pounding his sore dick into her, finally shooting his sperm into her
love tunnel, collapsing on top of her, gasping for breath. Because her hand
was gripping his cock between her legs, she came also from the rubbing of her
wrist on her hidden knob. When Mike suggested that he wear a condom, Suzanne
said she was well protected and he didn't have to.
Suddenly Mike realized he was sitting at his desk, rubbing his dick with
both hands down his teenie nymphets naked pants leg. 'Hmm, better think of something else. Better
figure how I'm going to get rid of Suzanne. Get her a better job. I know
Senator Knowles needs a secretary. That horny bastard will jump at the chance
to hire Suzanne, and she'll jump at the job, too.'
Standing up, Mike worked his shrunken penis back into the jockey briefs
and went back to work, daydreaming over. He looked around his office, very
pleased with the posh furnishings, he thought, with the look of big business
almost, big desk, wall-to-wall deep blue carpet, some of his favorite
paintings on display. He honestly was grateful for his election and hoped to
succeed with his pet legislation. The federal government must find a way to
provide medical help to the poor people of the nation, those not retired, but
who don't have a chance at the 'good' life. They suffer for many reasons,
many with low intelligence and thus poor education, inadequate nutrition
without the knowledge to correct the problems. His own district in East
Central Ohio is not a wealthy one. He hoped to help. It is difficult for a
freshman representative to move mountains; let alone be reelected. * * * * The committee room hummed with low conversations since the chairman
hadn't called the meeting to order as yet. Mike looked over the files which
had been placed before him when he came in. There were ten files, nine boys
and one girl. Traditionally, pages had always been boys and Mike thought it
should stay that way. Tradition, he thought. Sexist, too, he mused with a
smile. As he understood it, he was to pick five out of the ten who would be
pages, and one of the five particularly appealed to Mike.
Mike randomly picked four of the boys, but the fifth one really took his
fancy, name Brian Whitlow. Brian was a junior in high school as were all the
applicants, very high scholastically, and very nice looking blond kid. There
were a couple pictures in his folder, one in a suit and one as a member of the
school swimming latina nymphets
team. Mike didn't think much about it, but figured that Brian
(damn, thought Mike, the same name as his school buddy from 14 years ago -
hadn't heard about him for at least 2 years) was an especially well-qualified
candidate. If Brian isn't monopolized by representatives with more seniority
than himself, he'd try to give the kid a helping hand around the Capitol.
Surprised, he noticed that the boy was nymphet porn gallery already 18 years old. Must have
started late. Better check into that.
The chairman of the committee kidded Mike when he handed in his list of
choices. "What's the matter, Mike, you didn't pick any girls?" Mike winked
at him and whispered, "Well, Mr. Chairman, I'm afraid I have all I can handle
right now." He grinned and winked again. He knew the chairman had seen
Suzanne often, and rightly assumed that Mike was fucking her. nymphets nude lol nymphets top raped
* * * * * During the next year in Congress, Mike often saw Brian Whitlow in the
chamber of the House of Representatives, distributing materials for the
members, sometimes just messages or phone calls. After a couple months he
noticed that if he had a message or phone call or special documents to be
delivered, the page who did this was Brian Whitlow. He didn't know how Brian
had managed the exclusive rights to serve Congressman Keith, but he was always
happy to see him.
Occasionally, Brian would be required to bring documents or messages to
Mike's office. Mike had asked his office personnel to notify him whenever the
young man was in the office. He enjoyed talking to him because they had
similar interests and he enjoyed the tall blond's humor.
They found out that they both like sailing, classical music and camping.
Brian said he had taken piano lessons for a while, but had to quit while he
was a page as he had to quit most everything he enjoyed. But being a page was
a great education and he was enjoying his year. Later he admitted that the
end of his time as a page couldn't come soon enough.
Suddenly Mike was aware of Brian, his favorite page, standing beside his
desk, trying to get his attention. Brian had been working in the House for
most of the year by then, and Mike had been very well satisfied with Brian's
work. The congressman couldn't use Brian's services often, but paid attention
to the young man when he did. Good kid, responsible, does just what he tells
him and can think for himself when necessary. And, as Mike had said casually
to himself every so often, if you have to look at a page all the time, he
might as well be a good-looking one. He finally remembered who Brian reminded
him of. It had been bothering him since he had met the young man. It was
that actor in the Star Wars movie who played Luke Skywalker. It was .... ah
..., his name was .... oh, yes, Mark Hamill. Not much of an actor, but he
sure looked good . . . . . before his accident.
Brian was a very handsome young man, with an excellent swimmer's body to
go with his good looks. Nice broad shoulders, slim hips, not too tall, but
close to six feet. He was almost too good-looking for a boy, but was saved
from being 'pretty' by a certain ruggedness on his features. nude nymphets forums Occasionally
Mike had placed his arm around the boy's shoulders, or his hand on the boy's
back, and was pleasantly surprised to feel really solid, hard muscles
underneath the shirt. He always wore dark trousers, white shirt and tie like
all the other pages. But once Mike had absent-mindedly glanced at the boy's
pants and thought he must have had them professionally tailored. The fit
perfectly, but were rather tight, especially over the buttocks and crotch.
"Oh, hi Brian," Mike smiled, "what have I forgotten to do now?" Brian
was always reminding him of something he'd forgotten.
"Nothing, sir," Brian spoke quietly, "just some papers you have to look
over, and these need your signature . . . here and . . . here."
When the boy showed Mike the papers, he was nymphet young asian leaning over his shoulder
and pressed right against Mike. There must have been over twenty documents
and letters to sign, so it took a while. Mike was nearing the end of the pile
and he realized that Brian was really pushing against him, and he also
realized that it was Brian's crotch against his shoulder. The older man
didn't realize it, but his prick was getting hard, quite hard in his crotch.
He didn't connect the two situations, at least consciously, he didn't. It
wasn't until the young man had left with the papers, and he found his right
hand rubbing his erected organ, that the glimmering of a thought came to Mike.
Why, he thought, why should I have an erection just because some kid
pushed up against me. That's crazy. He wasn't turned on by boys or men. He
wasn't gay, never had any experiences with men. Well, Mike reconsidered, if
I'm going to be truthful with myself, there was Bryan and me in the ninth
grade. But that was just kids experimenting, just fooling around. And, it
wasn't that often, he told himself, probably not more than ten times in two
years. And, hell, all they did was jack off together .... well, except for
the time that Bryan had sucked him off. He, Mike, had never done that. That
was for real queers. newsgroup nymphet He thought back.
His buddy's parents had gone out for the evening, wouldn't be home for
three or four hours when Mike and his school friend, Bryan, had reached
Bryan's house. They had been to a movie, not very good but risque enough for
them to be snickering all the way through.
Bryan whispered in the theater, "Wait'll we get home, Mike, I'll show ya
shit a lot better than this crap."
Bryan's bed was quite soft when Mike lay back on it, watching Bryan root
around in the back of one of his bureau drawers. Gee, Mike thought, Bryan is
nice, I really like being around him. He's shorter than me, and heavier, and
that orange-red hair really stands out, but he looks good. Hmmmm, I guess
you'd say we're both built good, but him a little better, I think.
His buddy sat beside Mike on the bed, holding a stack of magazines. In
a burst of enthusiasm Mike moved right close to Bryan, threw his arm across
his friend's shoulder, panting theatrically, "What have we here, old buddy,
you've been holding out on me, haven't you." In his exuberance Mike didn't
realize the effect he was having on Bryan, didn't notice Bryan's arm go around
his waist to hold tightly nor notice Bryan's cock almost immediately push a
large tent in the front of his tennis shorts.
But, Bryan noticed everything. He'd wanted to get really close to Mike;
he knew very well exactly what he wanted. He wanted to be close to his friend
sexually and do everything he knew of with him. In his day-dreams he and Mike
did everything ... jack each other off, suck each other's cock and eat the
cum, and finally fuck each other in the ass (though Bryan hadn't done that
before, and wasn't sure just how it would be accomplished.)
They sat close, turned the pages of the magazines slowly, staring avidly
at the men and women pictured in various postures of sexual intercourse and
other sexual acts. Bryan was pleased to see that Mike's cock was also very
big and hard under his tennis shorts, pushing against the material until he
figured it must be standing straight up from his crotch.
Bryan pressed his palm on his own prick, trying unsuccessfully to push
it back down, yet at the same time drawing attention to it. He spoke softly,
but huskily, "Boy, these pictures are sure turning me on." He seemed to
complain, "And damn if I haven't gotten me a big hard-on."
His friend Mike barely seemed to realize that Bryan had said anything,
but still, "Yeah, I guess I got me one too."
Pointedly looking at Mike's crotch, Bryan nodded. "Yeah, I see you do.
Boy that looks a lot bigger than mine." He made sure he had Mike's attention,
"How big is it, Mike .... hard, I mean."
The dark-haired boy seemed to want to avoid fucking nymphet talking about it, just
mentioning offhandedly, "Hell, I don't know ...never measured it." This was a
big fat lie, because Mike knew to the nearest millimeter just how long it
really was.
Teasing, Bryan said, "Well, just maybe mine is bigger than yours. Could
be you know."
Bryan's words had the desired effect. Mike just had to prove that his
was the bigger. Again, Mike realized he was sitting behind his desk in the House Office
Building, Congress of the United States, Washington, D.C., a big smile on his
face, another big erection in his suit pants and day-dreams in his head of a
time over fourteen years before. He laughed out loud at himself, "Get me,
day-dreaming again. What's getting into me. Better get back to work!"
He picked up the intercom. "Janet?"
"Yes, sir", cam the reply in his ear.
"Janet, ah ... did you get my schedule typed for my meetings back home
next week?"
"Yes, sir. I put them on your desk, under your plane tickets."
Mike answered, trying to sound contrite for his stupid question, "Ok, I
see them. Thanks. And ... ah ... did you send out the invitations for the
party?"
"They're finished and just have to be mailed. Is there anything else?",
Mike's new secretary responded.
Mike considered, "No, not that I can think of." He started to hang up,
then asked, "Did I have you send an invitation to our favorite page, Brian
Whitlow? I can't remember."
"No, sir, you didn't. Shall I type up innocent nymphets fuck another one?"
"Yes, go ahead ...", the young man started, then changed his mind, "no,
I'll see him myself in a few minutes anyway. Fortunately, his term as a page
will be over by the party time, therefore no problems with his curfew and Page
Residence requirements. So never mind now. Thanks."
Mike made a mental note to be sure to ask Brian to his party when nymphets bald pics
he saw
him outside the House chamber. Putting on his suit jacket, he left the
building to walk the few blocks to the Capitol. He walked whenever the
weather was good, get some exercise.
Before entering the chamber, the dark and handsome congressman from Ohio
stopped to talk to the even more handsome but blond page, Brian Whitlow.
Smiling, eagerly attentive, the boy agreed nymphet jpg quickly to attend the staff party
that Mike was giving after he got back from politicking in the wilds of Ohio
in two weeks.
"That's great, Brian, we'll all be glad to have you to celebrate with
us. That is, just so the news is good news when I get back." The congressman
had to convince his backers to raise the money for another campaign, assuming
he would be renominated. Mike really was sure that he wouldn't be dropped
from the slate. "The party will be at my apartment in Watergate and will be
very informal; just for the staff here in Washington. You know, the staff
with wives and husbands, and all." He quickly added, "No kids, but you can
bring your wife or mistress, whichever you want, Brian", Mike kidded him,
laughing. He gave Brian his personal card with the exact address.
Brian blushed and laughed, "No, I'm not married. Don't even have a
mistress. Guess I'll have to work on that." His face practically matched his
hair in brilliance.
"Well, bring a girl friend, if you want. I'll see you when I get back
from Ohio, but I wanted to give you some warning about the party."
"Thank you, sir. I appreciate it." He paused, looking at the floor,
then turned toward Mike, "Anything for me to do now?"
"Yes, would you write down your home address and phone number on a sheet
and give it to my secretary before you leave. Just in case we have a change of
plans for some reason."
"OK, I'll do it. Anything else?"
"No, get back to your studies. I'll see you in a couple of weeks."
Mike patted Brian on the shoulder and took his seat in the House chamber. Opening the fancy apartment door, Mike greeted his guests, bowing them
into his temporary home, a large apartment in the Watergate complex, urging
them to have the bartender mix them anything they would like and be sure to
visit the food table. The apartment was quite large and comfortable, well
furnished in tones that reminded Mike of a condo in Florida he'd visited once;
beige and coral in various tones. Before long, the two large main rooms,
usually filled with furniture but now seemed almost empty with only chairs
around the walls, were rather crowded with his office staff and their spouses,
noisy and smoky, full of congratulations for the freshman congressman. The
party leaders back home had asked him to run again and agreed to raise as full
a chest of funds as possible to run his campaign.
By nine that evening everyone was pretty well lubricated and feeling
good, but no one had gone too far yet. Mike himself was coasting smoothly,
feeling content and satisfied but also watching out for evidence of drugs. He
couldn't afford to allow any of that in his position. Mike had real hopes of
moving higher politically and misadventures like that always catch up with
you. Answering the door again, Mike was surprised at first to see his young,
blond page standing in the doorway, looking neat and handsome but somewhat
unsure of himself.
Mike had forgotten that he had invited Brian, but after the initial
surprise, he grabbed the boy's arm, pulled him into the apartment and happily
welcomed him to the party. "Come in, Brian, come in. Glad you could make it.
Now I want you to meet everyone. I realize you know underage pubescent nymphet
all our staff people, but
now you get to met all the spouses behind them." Mike loudly whispered to
Brian, "Where's your girlfriend ... thought you were going to bring her," he
kidded. The fair skin reddened as he blushed, then mumbled about not having
one right then. "That's OK, Brian, we're happy to have you. Now meet
everyone, then get a drink or two, we don't check ID's here."
This seemed to help put the boy at ease, making sure he met everyone.
Brian was usually very outgoing and he soon found himself feeling at home and
comfortable.
Mike circulated freely, making sure to compliment all the women and say
something personal to all the men. He had a drink in his hand all the time,
but didn't drink much liquor, mostly mix. He'd pass Brian once in a while,
give him a friendly pat, say something designed to help him feel at ease. But
the boy seemed to be doing just fine on his own, talking easily with all the
guests. Of course Mike did notice that the women vied for the privilege of
standing near him. They almost pawed the poor kid, although he didn't seem to
mind.
By 1 A.M. most everyone had left the party except Mike's two closest
aides and their wives, his secretary and her husband, his attorney and her
husband, Mike and Brian. They were talking casually, moving around the
apartment from time to time.
Mike was talking to the bartender he'd hired when Brian came up to the
bar and asked for another highball. Mike smiled at him. "How many is that,
Brian? Can't have you going home polluted."
The slim, muscular body swayed against the bar, "Only a couple, sir, not
too much," Brian mumbled
Sipping the new drink, he seemed to suddenly lose control. He turned
ashen, almost a greenish shade, small nymphet as Mike watch. Mike knew what was happening.
The boy would be sick, very sick and very soon.
Mike looked around where the few left were quietly talking, and felt he
could help the boy without neglecting his hostly duties. "Come on, Brian,
let's head for the bathroom, you're going to need it right now." To the rest
of the guests he announced loudly, "Sorry, folks, but the young man here has
had a little too much. I'll help him get himself straightened out. If you
have to go before I get back, thanks for coming, see you on Monday, bright and
early."
His guests were sympathetic to the situation and to Brian who was well
liked. As Mike was leading Brian to the john, they let themselves out.
With one arm around sex with nymphets Brian's waist, Mike just got him into the bathroom
when he could feel the boy's abdominal muscles tighten, then begin heaving.
"Come on, boy, hang on, over here by the toilet." He got the lid up and
Brian kneeling just in time, as the vomit spewed from his mouth and nose in
gush after gush of nauseous fluids. Mike still held him around the waist, one
hand on his forehead, brushing his hair back, trying to quiet the tortured
body.
Brian thought he was finished throwing up so he knelt erectly to ease
his back. Unfortunately, there was more vomit to come, and come it did, all
down the boy's shirt petite nude nymphetes and pants. It came so suddenly, before Mike could get
him bent over the toilet again. He kept heaving, dry heaving, practically
tearing hot nymphets tgp his guts out while the older man held his head and rubbed his back,
trying to ease his discomfort. After flushing the john, Mike had him lean on
the toilet rim, telling him not to move, and stood up to see how his guests
were doing. He felt a strange tautness in his pants and looked down to
realize that he had a huge hard-on, a solid, strong one. Puzzled, he frowned,
not understanding, and pushed his hardened penis down to be less noticeable so
he could walk into the living room.
Everyone had gone, he saw, except for the bartender who smiled
sympathetically, "How's the boy?" Mike grinned in return. "Probably won't
feel good tomorrow, but he'll recover fast, I'm sure. You can go home now;
your envelope is there on the ledge. Thanks for all your help."
"OK, I've got everything cleaned up. See you again sometime."
"So long", and Mike turned back to the bathroom. He found Brian sitting
by the toilet, a bit dazed but with somewhat better color. However, he did
smell bad, especially from his clothes which had gotten hit with quite a bit
of puke. "Well", Mike thought out loud, "what are we going to do with you, my
boy. We've got to get you presentable enough to go home."
Brian's nymphets 15 year bleary eyes met the older man's, "Oh, it's OK, my father is away
for the weekend." He slurred his words almost to the point of mumbling, "If
you'd help me get there, he'll never know .... he'll nev ... nev ... ". The
tired and sick young man gave up trying to speak and seemed to go to sleep.
Brushing Brian's hair back from his forehead, Mike took a wet washcloth
and cleaned his face and neck. He tried to wake the boy, but he only groaned
and tried to fend Mike off, seemingly in his sleep. The darker older man
decided he'd have to get the clothes off him and put him to bed. 'Don't think
I could manage to get him into the shower. That will have to wait until
morning.'
Gently Mike slid the boy to lie on the tile floor. He unbuttoned the
plaid shirt and worked it off the muscular arms and strong shoulders, putting
it under his head to cushion it. With his shoes and socks off, Mike opened
the belt and zipper of his pants, then grabbed the cuff of each leg to pull
the pants all the way off. He succeeded but also at the same time,
accidentally pulled the kid's white jockey love nymphets briefs along with the jeans.
With his briefs around his knees Brian was for all practical purposes,
naked. His employer, kneeling over the boy's feet, couldn't help staring at
the strong, muscular body, so well defined, so young and vibrant. He
automatically focused his attention on the genitals, very light brown pubic
hair, a long circumcised penis lying flaccid over a remarkably full scrotum.
Beautiful, Mike mused, beautiful.
Suddenly, he shook himself, stood up and filled the basin with soap and
hot water. After emptying the pockets, he put all Brian's clothes in the
basic to soak overnight, including his briefs which actually hadn't been hit
with vomit. Probably stink a bit anyway, Mike thought.
He got one arm under the blond's shoulders, and one behind his knees,
lifted and easily carried him into the guest bedroom. Before he covered the
naked boy with the sheet, Mike sat on the edge of the bed and just looked at
him, at the most beautiful young body he'd ever seen, male or female.
It took a while for Mike to realize what he was doing, and to
acknowledge the fact that he was sitting here, staring at a nude young man in
his guest bedroom and wishing ... wishing ... what was he wishing? He didn't
know, unless it was wishing to know exactly what he was going to do with small little nymphets
the
humongous erection that was ready to burst through his pants.
Brian turned onto his side in his stupor; his flaccid penis and long,
swollen scrotum flopped across his left thigh. In sleep his long, narrow face
took on an innocent and even more youthful appearance ... his blue eyes, deep
in his skull, were closed but Mike remembered their brilliance ... long dark
lashes curled lightly against his cheek ... moist, red lips slightly apart,
almost smiling ... pert, sharp nose, peeling just a bit.
Regretfully, Mike pulled up the sheet and covered the long, muscular
legs, the smooth, rounded buttocks, flat, ridged abdomen and the full, defined
chest with two dime-sized nipples with pointed tips. Turning off the light,
Mike leaned against the door frame, looking wistfully at the long, slender
form under the sheet, following the shadows and highlights on the bed.
Mike wrestled in his mind, 'Why am I so interested in this young boy ...
what is there about him that attracts me so much .... why do I get such a
quick, huge boner whenever I touch him ... '. His hand moved to his crotch
where the erection needed rubbing and some TLC. He couldn't answer his own
questions, but he was able to get undressed, slide naked between his own
sheets and masturbate his long thick cock to a thunderous climax. Semen
pumped in spasmodic spurts over his chest and stomach, clots and strings of
sperm that he rubbed into his skin. Sleep came quickly after his body relaxed
and his doubts faded.
The morning heat of the sun was spread over Mike's bed and woke him
early. Putting a short, light robe on, he opened the apartment door to get
the morning paper. It felt better today for some reason that he was naked
under the robe, and somewhat tumescent, too. He seemed to be changing, but he
didn't know how, or what or why.
Figuring correctly that Brian would sleep very late, Mike quietly made
his breakfast, ate it and read the paper out on his balcony; also enjoying
the breezes on his bare legs and ass and crotch. It was almost eleven before
he decided to look in on the hung-over boy.
As Mike looked in the guest bedroom, he stumbled against the door,
banging it into the wall. The sudden noise woke Brian and when he opened his
eyes and sat up, he couldn't help groaning from the pain pressing on his
skull.
Mike walked further in the room and smiled, "Sorry, Brian, I woke you
up. How do you feel? I expect you have a pounding head and mouth that tastes
like the bottom of a bird cage."
The slender boy sat up with the sheet gathered at his waist, "Wow, what
a head. You are right. Boy, I've never felt this bad. What was in those
drinks I had?"
"Nothing special, Brian, but probably just too many for you. Sorry
about that. I should have realized that you probably weren't ready for all
that booze."
He shook his head carefully, "No, it's my fault, I've never had much to
drink. I should have stopped much sooner, but I was having such a good time."
He held his head in his hands, "Oh, shit, this head is killing me."
"Hold on, Brian. I'll get you something for that. Now just lay back,
and rest quietly. I'll be right back."
Brian did just that. "I'm sorry I've been so much trouble. Thanks for
begin so nice to a stupid kid."
Mike smiled and turned toward the door. young nymphet tube "It's not hard to be nice to a
'stupid' kid 4chan archive nymphets ... but you're neither dumb or a kid - not with that mind you've
got and that body you've got." As he said that, Mike went down the hall to
the kitchen, wondering just why he said that. He did have a great body, but
why did that make any difference. Not knowing why, he just shook his head,
got some aspirin and tea he'd already brewed and went back to sit beside Brian
on the bed.
"OK, Brian, open those eyes and sit up. I've got some aspirin and hot
tea. These should help. nymphets porn land
Come on, sit nymphets free movies up." The slim boy groaned and slowly
rose to a sitting position, leaning on his arms. Mike put an arm around the
boy's shoulders, gripping the naked flesh tightly, holding him erect. Slowly,
Brian raised one hand to hold the aspirin, placed it on his tongue and took a
sip of tea.
"Mmmm. That tastes good. Thanks, Mr. Keith. I do appreciate what
you're doing for me. You are the greatest."
"That's OK, Brian," he squeezed the shoulders, "but since we're just
here by ourselves, why don't you call me Mike. You know, just when we're not
in the office.:
"OK, uh ... Mike, I'll watch it. But you know, I don't think ... think
.. ah I think," Brian was turning green again, "I think I'm going to be sick."
Mike jumped up and carefully put the cup on the nightstand before Brian
dropped it. "Oh, jeez, come on, Brian, let's get you to the bathroom quick."
Mike lifted the boy from under his arms and got him standing, forgetting he
was naked. Brian didn't notice, but the older man sure did. He couldn't get
his eyes off the slim, tannish acrobatic nymphets top penis that wagged from thigh to thigh as they
hurried to the bathroom. He also didn't realize that his short robe didn't
conceal his own organ anymore, since it was now getting long and escaping from
the folds of the silky robe.
Mike did notice that Brian's abdomen was starting to heave and his
throat was working as he swallowed furiously, trying not to throw up. By
practically running Mike got Brian's head over the toilet as the vomit surged
from his stomach and spilled from his mouth and nose. To Brian it wasn't a
pleasant experience, in fact only the second time the boy had ever thrown up,
but subconsciously he knew Mike's arm was around his waist and one hand
holding his forehead and he was comforted ... more comforted even that if his
own father was helping him. And nymphet nude list not at all as embarrassing.
Brian didn't puke as much as he had the night before, in fact there
wasn't much to come up. Mike was kneeling beside skinny nymphet model
him, speaking softly and
gently rubbing his muscular back, down the ridges on either side of his spine,
and up the sides, rubbing gently but firmly. He started to rub lower and
lower, until the next move would be onto the boy's solid, topless nymphet pic full buttocks. They
really just cried out for rubbing but even though it entered his head to do
it, Mike dismissed the notion immediately. What in hell would he want fresh young nymphets to rub
a boy's buttock for? Just why?
Mike reached over to get a washcloth to clean him up with and as he
turned back, he saw that Brian had straightened, still on his knees.
Obviously he didn't realize that his cock stuck out hard and rigid from his
crotch, throbbing slowly up and down. nubile nymphets youngest Handing the boy the cloth, telling him
to wash his face, Mike raced to his bedroom for another robe (practically a
twin of the one Mike had on) and got back to the bathroom before Brian knew he
was gone. He threw the short robe over the youngster's shoulders and wrapped
it around him.
Brian stood patiently while Mike washed his neck and chest where he had
sprayed himself. "Your clothes are soaking now, but they'll be ready later
today. Right now I'd suggest that you get back in bed and sleep some more. I
didn't have anything planned for today, and I sure hope you didn't. Didn't
have a date, did you?"
Even though he wasn't feeling very well, but did manage a tight smile,
"No, I wasn't going to do anything, and I don't have a girl. I haven't really
had many dates, either, but please don't tell anyone."
"No, I sure wouldn't. What about your parents? Won't they be wondering
where you are?"
The smile disappeared. "There is only my father. My mother died about
five years ago - cancer. Dad wouldn't child models nymphets
care where I ... well, he's away for
the weekend. I'm on my own."
"Well, son, you've just found a second home. You're welcome here
anytime." Mike had figured from the way Brian spoke that he didn't feel good
at his own home. By that time he had the young blond settled in bed and
practically asleep before he left the room.
'Damn', Mike thought to himself, 'I must be horny as hell.' He walked
to the kitchen and got a cup of hot coffee. 'I'd better get me a dark nymphet paysites piece of ass
fast or I'll be sprouting a hard-on all over the place here. Wonder if
Suzanne would ... ah, no, now that she's a senator's secretary she wouldn't
put out for a little congressman.' When he sat on the couch, his robe pulled
apart and he looked down at his exposed genitals, still slightly aroused.
Casually, he fingered his cock and balls. 'Yes, I'll just have to make a call
or two. You need some action, old hot rod. Maybe I can get the kid home this
afternoon, and get Donna or Sheila over here tonight.'
Mike started to read the morning paper. Not much in a Saturday morning
edition; just a rehash of the previous night's news. Looking at his watch, he
noticed that it was almost 1 sweetnymphets info
p.m. He had been going to lay out by the
apartment pool, get some sun, maybe even swim a little. Deciding he was still
going to do it, Mike got a bikini suit out of his bedroom bureau and worked it
over his hips. His slim, tight body looked great in a speedo-type suit -
especially the narrow hips and full, muscular buttocks, firm and tight.
Having lover of nymphets just settled back on the couch, concentrating on the newspaper
again, Mike was startled to hear what sounded like sobbing coming from the
bedroom. He tried to decide what to do, just ignore what he heard or do
something about it, He really didn't want to get more involved with the
mixed-up kid who seemed to really have problems at home. From a couple of
things Brian had said, his father doesn't give a damn about him. What could
Mike do? He wasn't a family counselor. And he had his own work.
The tall congressman stood up and paced the living room floor. Rubbing
his forehead, he tried to make up his nymphets 100 mind what to do. After one glance at
the piles of work on his desk, he knew there was no other way right now. He
would ignore the sniffling and sobbing. When he sat behind his loaded desk,
Mike realized that the sounds had already stopped. 'Well, that was good', he
thought, 'now I can get some work done. But guess there'll be no relaxing by
the pool either'.
His arms reaching, he stretched, arching his back. A glance at his
watch told him he'd been working for more than two hours. 'No wonder I'm
stiff. I think I'll check on Brian; maybe I can take him home now.'
The older man peered around the corner, not particularly trying to wake
the boy up, but he must have made enough noise to do it. Brian smiled as Mike
stood beside his bed, "Hi," he looked around, "how long have I been asleep?"
He sat up, put his legs over the side of the bed, his feet on the floor. The
robe Mike had given him was still on him, but certainly didn't cover
everything. And the boy realized it. He quickly pulled it closed, but not
before the dark-haired man felt himself begin to respond from seeing a good
bit of the kid's slim, naked body.
Mike thought to himself, 'That kid has got to go home.' He smiled and
said aloud, "Well I was beginning to wonder if you were going to get up
before Tuesday week. How are you feeling?"
He groaned, "I think I'll live, but I don't ever want to go through that
again." He looked around and spotted a clock, "Hey, I've got to get going.
It's late, and I've got to ... ah .. got to .. go ... home " He hesitated,
"Ah ... where are my clothes?"
Mike started out the door, "They should be dry by now, I washed your
stuff this morning. I'll get them." Throwing the clothes into the boy's
hands, he headed for his own bedroom, "Hop into your clothes and I'll run you
home. My car needs to be run once in a while anyway. I'll get some clothes
on myself."
Brian directed his host and friend to his home, a large, suburban house,
which actually should be considered a mansion. They pulled into the circular
drive and stopped in front of the huge, red brick 'shack'. Mike noticed that
the boy did not look happy, did not seem to want to leave the car. "Ah,
Brian, I'm glad you came to the party last night, I hope you are."
The boy finally smiled, "In spite of everything, I'm sure glad I did,
Mr. ... ah .. Mike. I appreciate that you invited me. Mostly, I had a great
time." He opened the car door, shut it after he climbed out, and leaned in
the window, looking somber again. "I'll see you later." He turned toward his
house.
"Ah, wait, Brian ... ah ...." Mike felt a bit guilty and also sorry for
the boy. What could I do for him? I know! "How 10 y.o. nymphets about coming over to the
condo tomorrow, oh, about noon. I'll treat you to some lunch and we'll sun by
the pool, maybe even swim for a bit. What do you say? Did you have something
else planned?"
Brian frowned, thinking, it seemed, "No, that would be great," he really
smiled, "and no I don't have anything else to do. Thanks a lot." He
practically jumped up and down in his eagerness. "I'll see you about noon."
"Oh, make it 12:30, Brian," Mike quickly interjected, "I've got some
things to do in the morning and won't get back before then. OK?
"Great! I'll be there. Thanks."
Brian walked swiftly into his house to be met by his keeper and friend,
"My, my, young Brian, " Adam said sarcastically, "you look a little
worse for the wear. I figured when you didn't show up last night that you
were safe or you would have called, but I sure would have appreciated a call."
"Sorry, Adam, I wasn't in any condition to call last night." He looked
down, embarrassed, "All right, all right, I had too much to drink, I got sick
and Mike ... ah ...Congressman Keith took care of me. He's really nice and
cleaned me up after I got sick, washed my clothes since I puked all over them
and let me sleep so that I could function enough to get home. Sorry, Adam,"
Adam smiled softly, concerned. "I'm sorry you got sick. But you hardly
ever drink, my boy, rarely. What happened last night?"
"Adam, the party was so much fun. The others on his staff and their
wives and husbands were so friendly to me. I just lost track of how much I
drank until it was too late. He was so great, took care of me and didn't get
mad that I threw up in his bathroom. He's friendly, funny and damned good
looking. I'd really like to be his friend, spend time with him.
"Of course, but shouldn't I meet him?"
"You will, soon enough. I'll bet that in the last five months I've been
the only page to do anything for him. That took a lot of planning for me,
trying to be assigned errands for him; keeping the others away from him.
After a while, everyone knew what I wanted and since no one else wanted his
patronage, I lucked out. He smiled broadly and hugged Adam.
"Adam, you are my best friend, but I still want him as my friend. Can
you understand?"
Adam hugged Brian back affectionately, "Yes, my boy, I understand and
you're my friend too but you need more than that. You need someone just your
own." he thought a moment. "When are you going to see him next.?"
"You're going to take me to his apartment tomorrow about noon where I'm
having breakfast, swimming and dinner out, the works. He is so great."
That night Brian had trouble getting to sleep, thinking about Mike and
how he would see him tomorrow, be around him almost all day, hoping they could
really be friends. But his stomach gnawed at him, his muscles were tense, and
he hoped the next day would be good for him. He had to admit to himself that
he was scared that he would screw up; he would never forgive himself if he
did.

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