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Bringing Down the Senator


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Part 1

Senator Davis lived next door to me. Or should I say the militant, racist, homophobic, Evangelical, far-right wing, ex-Marine, piece of shit senator Davis lived next door to me.

 

He was a fairly high ranking member of the Republican party, and seemed to be moving further on up. And for 15 years, I've had to live next door to him. For 15 years I've had to put up with his glares and sneers and very obvious disdain of me. And I admit, in a weird way I kind of liked it. I liked that just my mere existence managed to rile him up. I mean, if he hated fags and Jews THAT much then he could move. But fuck him! I was here first! And I'll be damned if I was going to be the one chased out! After all, this had been my family home for three generations. As an only child, and the last in the line, it had naturally gone to me. So I claimed my territorial rights.

 

He had, though, built a huge fence between our properties. Higher than the one that had previously existed. But that was fine with me, it just provided that much more privacy for not only my huge pool parties, (aka orgies) but also one of my hobbies, shooting porn. I had many hobbies, shooting porn was just one of them. I had been left a lot of family money, which I had wisely invested, (thank you Microsoft and Apple!) so I had never actually worked a real job a single day of my 50 years.

 

And I looked pretty damn good for my age. Well, I could afford to. The best trainers and the best surgeons made me look easily 15 years younger than I was, despite the fact that I was poz. That, and I kept a youthful lifestyle. Youthful in the sense that I had always surrounded myself with beautiful young men. Money attracts that. I had learned early on that romantic relationships were just not for me. I would eventually get bored of whoever I was with, especially after they turned 22. So I kept it to houseboys, slaves, tricks, and the occasional whore. And I treated them very well. The houseboys at least, not so much the slaves, but then, that's why they were slaves. I always made sure the houseboys got a good education, so when I kicked them to the curb, they could at least support themselves. The slaves, I simply passed them along when I grew weary of them. I know lots of different people.

 

If the Major only knew EVERYTHING that went on in my house his head would have exploded years ago.

 

Ah yes, the Major. That's what I called the senator, because, well, that's what his son Chad calls him. Major, or Sir. I never once heard the kid call him dad. And I had observed their interactions for years. Every morning the Major and Chad would raise their American flag in their front yard and salut it before taking their morning run. Every evening Chad would play taps on a bugel as his father lowered and folded the flag.

 

Oh Chad. Now, there was one of the finest young specimens I had ever laid eyes on. He was either the epitome of the perfect California boy, (even though we didn't live in California) or the ideal Hitler youth. Given that his dad is probably a Nazi, I'd go with the second analogy. He was probably 6'2" or 3, (certainly taller than his father) with golden blond hair that was shaved to stubble on the back and sides, but left a little longer on top with bangs that hung a little down his forehead over dazzling blue eyes that sparkled even brighter against his sun bronzed skin. His cute pug nose sat above a pair of thick, pink luscious lips. And his body was a work of art. Lean but solid muscle. He was a champion swimmer, having taken state in three different strokes, and he always kept it shaved totally smooth.

 

How do I know this? Because years ago I had security cameras installed and one of them discreetly overlooked the Major's pool. Now, I'm not a total sicko, but I will admit I started spying on him with my laptop when he was 16. Many hours I spent watching as his dad made him swim laps over and over as he blew his whistle and screamed constantly at the kid, usually berating him.

 

It wasn't till he was 18 that I REALLY starting taking a serious interest in the kid. I would zoom the camera in on his speedo covered body, admiring his firm pecs and tight stomach that had that perfect, amazing V that separated his abs from his hips and disappeared into his suit, practically pointing the way to what I'm sure had to be a gorgeous cock. I would salivate as he climbed out of the pool, wet, with his speedo's displaying a good sized bulge as the fabric strained against it.

 

Of course, I eventually got to find out for sure about his cock as one day he had a young lady over. They frolicked together in the pool for a while, kissing, fondling each other before eventually climbing out and onto a pool chair. She laid down and it was at the perfect angle for me to see everything. She removed her top while he pulled down her bottoms. The he stripped out of his speedo and his glorious young cock sprung right up to attention. It was beautiful, I'm guessing about 9 inches, like my own, but not as fat. His was long and slender and curved into his belly. The girl giggled as he climbed between her legs, and like a typical teen boy, he just slid himself right into her. He wasted no time pumping his hips back and forth and I admired how his strong, white buttocks that contrasted so sharply against his bronzed skin clenched together each time he thrust into her. He fucked her hard and fast, as inexperienced boys do, and was soon throwing his head back with his mouth open as he filled the girl with his hot, young spunk. I emptied my own throbbing cock into the sucking mouth of my current houseboy as I imagined it was Chad between my legs, swallowing my load.

 

It's funny how life can twist and turn. It was only one month later that I was sitting home alone one rainy night. Alone because my last houseboy had just had his 22nd birthday, so after a 15 man gangbang, he was gone. I was currently in between slaves, which was frankly an unusual position for me to be in. The doorbell rang, bringing me out of my daze of staring into the fire. I set my scotch down and answered it to see a soaking wet Chad standing before me. 

 

"I'm sorry to bother you Mr. Blum." An obviously drunk and very distraught Chad slurred at me. "But I'm kinda in a jam." 

 

"Well get in out of the rain!" I ordered him as I grabbed his elbow and he stumbled inside. "Get out of those wet clothes and I'll get you something dry to wear." I left him as he was peeling off his wet t-shirt. I returned with a robe, a nice thick terry cloth one. I was surprised to see that he was totally naked when I returned. He was obviously not shy. He had neatly folded his wet clothes and left them sitting by the door.  I handed him the robe and grabbed his wet clothes. "I'll put these in the dryer. Go a head and have a seat by the fire. It'll warm you up."

 

I returned to find him sitting on the floor in front of the fire, his knees pulled up to his chest and looking miserable. I poured a couple of fresh scotches and sat on the sofa. I patted the seat and said, "Come here Chad. Tell me what's going on." He sat next to me and I handed him a scotch. He sipped it while he looked anxious and upset. It took a while but finally he started talking.

 

"The Major and I had it out tonight." He started, nervously. "I finally snapped, I couldn't take it anymore." I could sense the fear and anger in his eyes as he spoke. "Nothing is ever good enough for him. He wants me to attend Annapolis then go into the Marines like him. I have a 4.2 gpa, but it's not enough for him. 'You have to better chad.'" He said in a mocking voice. "'You have to try harder. Study more. Be faster, be stronger. Don't be a pussy, Chad! Be a fucking man, Chad!'" His voice was raising as he got angrier and angrier. Then he just exploded. "I HATE HIM!" He started shouting as he pounded his fist into one of my pillows over and over. "I HATE HIM! I HATE HIM! I HATE HIM!" Then he broke down crying, great heaving sobs. 

 

I reached out and pulled him into me and he cried into my chest. "So what happened tonight to set you off?" I asked, after he had calmed down.

 

"He was yelling at me, like usual, and I just kind of snapped." He said sniffing as he wiped away tears. He had gone from an angry young man to a sad little boy as he cuddled into my chest. "I told him fuck Annapolis, I didn't want to go there and I don't want to be a Marine. Then he grabbed the strap and came at me. I swung and nailed him in the head. He fell to the ground and I panicked. I grabbed a bottle from the liquor cabinet and took off. I was so freaked out that I left without even my wallet or keys. I had no money and no where to go, so I walked around in the rain and drank the bottle. Then I saw your light was still on so I thought maybe......I mean, my dad hates you, but I always thought you were nice, so I took a chance and rang your bell."

 

"Well I'm glad you did Chad." I said as I softly stroked his head. "You shouldn't be out on a night like this with no where to go. So, you mentioned a strap. Has he used it on you before?" Chad just slowly nodded his head. "Often?" I continued. Again he nodded his head. I could feel my blood start to boil. "Did he do anything else to you?"

 

"He would lock me in my room, sometimes without dinner if I didn't perform well enough on a test or a meet."

 

"Anything else?" I asked.

 

"He was constantly yelling at me. Telling me I was worthless, stupid, a waste of his sperm."

 

This really got me angry. It's one thing to have a slave and abuse him, that's what they want after all, but what this kid went through, nobody should ever have to. Especially not a kid as good as Chad.

 

"You wanna know something else?" He asked softly.

 

"What's that?"

 

"He's never hugged me. Ever. He says real men don't hug, only sissies. And real men don't show emotions."

 

I held him tighter as he said this to me. "That's bullshit." I said. "Your dad is a class A piece of shit. Everyone needs hugs. Even real men." As I said this he started crying again. I held him tight until he stopped crying again. Then I let him go and reached for a little wooden box. "I have something I think you could use right now." I said as I opened the box and pulled out a joint. "You ever get high?" I asked him.

 

"Oh God no, Sir. The Major would fucking KILL me."

 

"Well, I think it's about time then. Fuck your dad. I think you should start doing things for you and not for him. This shit will make you feel real good. And I think you need to feel good right now."

 

"Yes Sir, if you think so. I've always been curious."

 

"Then it's settled." I said as I lit the lighter. "And none of this Sir shit. Call me Abe."

 

"Yes Sir. I mean Abe. Sorry."

 

"That's better." I said as I toked on the joint. Then I handed it to Chad. He took a big hit and immediately started a huge coughing fit. I just laughed. "Cough to get off." I said. "The first couple hits are the worst. Then you'll get the hang of it." By his 4th hit, he was barely coughing at all. Soon the joint was gone. "How do you feel?" I asked.

 

"Good." He said giggling. Ah, I miss those days when getting stoned would give me the giggles.

 

"Well I'm gonna make you feel real good." I said as I walked over to the credenza and pulled out a bong. After a few tips on it, Chad was flying high, is eyes red as red could be. He was laying back on the sofa and his robe had come open and his legs were spread. I don't even think he realized it, but I had a great view of his flat, smooth pecks and an even better view of his sweet, 18 year old cock sitting on top of a big pair of balls full of teenage spunk, all surrounded by his bushy blond pubes. My mouth watered. 

 

"Hey Abe," Chad began. "Can I tell you a secret?" 

 

"Of course, you can tell me anything."

 

"Well, um, I'm pretty sure I'm gay."

 

You could have blown me over right then and there. I was floored. "Well, what makes you think you're gay?" 

 

"When I look at guys, especially in the locker room, I get funny feelings. Feelings like I want to be with them, kiss them, touch them, especially their cocks."

 

"But you've been with girls right?" I asked, knowing full well he had. "Maybe your bi?"

 

"Yea, a few. But only cause I thought I was supposed to. But when I was fucking them, I was thinking about guys. So I don't think I'm bi."

 

"But you've never been with a guy?"

 

"No, never. But when I jerk off, I like to play with my butt. I put things up there. Carrots, cucumbers, hair brush handles, whatever I can find. It feels real good and I imagine it's one of the hot jocks from school fucking me." He giggled some more as his cock started to harden. "And can I tell you something else?"

 

"Of course."

 

"The main reason I came over here tonight is because I hoped you would be my first."

 

My mouth went dry upon hearing this. I couldn't believe this hot fucking kid that I had been fantasizing about was asking me to fuck him. "Are you sure Chad? That's really want you want?"

 

"Yes." He whispered. "Please Sir. I want it so bad. I want to throw it in the Major's face that his precious son is a faggot who takes it up the ass. Will you please take my virginity?"

 

My head was swimming from what I was hearing. "Of course dear boy." I finally managed to say. "If that's what you really want, I'd be happy to."

 

A big grin spread across his face as I stood up and took his hand, leading him into the bedroom. As soon as we got on the bed he grabbed me and started kissing me passionately. I grabbed the lube and started fingering his ass, stretching his boy hole in preparation of my fat 9". He must have played with his hole a lot because in no time I easily had three fingers sliding in and out of him while he moaned like a whore.

 

I finally pulled off of him and sat up as he layed there panting like a bitch in heat. "So now I have something I have to tell you. I only fuck raw. No rubbers, ever. And I'm hiv+." He looked at me in silence for a moment.

 

"You don't look sick." He finally said. "I thought aids made you look sick."

 

"I don't have aids." I corrected him. "I have hiv. I've had it for 20 years. It's a totally manageable condition these days. Like diabetes. I take meds and I'm healthy."

 

"That's so hot!" He said after a moment. "I want hiv. That would destroy the Major to know he has a faggot son who takes cock up the ass and is hiv+. Give it to me Sir. Please!" He begged.

 

My dick throbbed as I listened to him beg. And I didn't even correct him for calling me Sir. I liked it in this context. "All right boy, if that's what you want."

 

"I do Sir! I want it! I want to make the Major suffer!"

 

"You know boy, you don't always catch it the first time. I may have to fuck your ass for weeks before you catch it. Or maybe I'll share your hot ass with my friends, and they can help infect you."

 

"Yes Sir, whatever it takes! Just give it to me!"

 

With that I lubed up my cock and lined it up against his hole. With a little push, my mushroom head popped past the kids sphincter. He cried out but I couldn't tell if it was in agony of ecstasy, so I just held it there for a moment.

 

"Here," I said, placing a brown bottle under his nose. "Breath this in, it will help relax you. Deep breaths, and hold it until I tell you to release it." He did as he was told and soon had taken 6 large hits. "That's a good boy." I praised him. "You're doing so well." I could tell the poppers were doing their job as his face flushed a deep red and his eyes went out of focus. His hole heated up and loosened and I knew he was ready for it.  Slid my entire length into him in one slow push, relishing the feeling of stretching his insides for the first time in his young life. He just groaned as my pubes rubbed against his anal ring. Then he let out a big sigh and grinned. This future poz kid was a natural born bottom.

 

I placed his knees over my shoulders and held his thighs as I started fucking him. He just grunted and moaned as my cock worked it's magic on his prostate. I looked down on his beautiful face as little smiles accompanied his grunts. He was truly loving his first poz fuck.

 

This kid was so hot I was already going to shoot my wad. I couldn't help it. "Are you ready?" I asked him. "Are you ready for your first load of poz cum in your bitch boy hole? Are you ready to take your first step in becoming a pozzed up whore?"

 

"Do it!" He panted. "Give me your poz load! Make me a pozzed up whore! Fuck you Major! Look at your son now! Look at your faggot poz cock taking whore of a son now!"

 

Just hearing him say that sent me over the edge. I grabbed his long thin cock and started jerking it. "Here it comes slut! Here comes your first poz load in your faggot whore pussy!" With that, I buried myself in him and let loose with my dirty cum. He let out a cry and his boy cock started spewing a huge load. His first two shots landed on his face, the rest coating his smooth, bronzed chest. The whiteness of his jizz contrasted nicely with his deep tan. He truly looked like a well fucked cum slut.

 

As I scooped up his cum from his body and fed it to him, I said, "Oh boy, do I have some plans for you, you little poz cum slut."

 

He just smiled at me. "I can't wait Sir."

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