Featuring Former United States Representative, Barney Frank
CHAPTER ONE: Hot Bottom Blues
In the crisp spring of 1985, the cherry blossoms were blooming across Washington, D.C., but inside Congressman Barney Frank's modest Capitol Hill apartment, the air was thick with a different kind of anticipation. At 45, Barney stood at 5'9" with a stocky, solid build—his muscular arms and legs a remnant of sporadic gym sessions, his sparse body hair dusting his chest and arms like faint shadows on his fair to light olive skin, which flushed ruddy under stress or excitement. His square jaw clenched slightly as he paced the living room, his brown eyes sharp behind his glasses, graying dark brown hair neatly combed. He was a man of intellect and sarcasm, his deep, gravelly baritone laced with that unmistakable Northeastern twang—flattened vowels, softened r's, clipped consonants that made his words snap like a Jersey boardwalk vendor hawking wares. Closeted in the cutthroat world of politics, where one wrong whisper could torpedo a career, Barney had turned to the Washington Blade's personal ads for relief. Tonight, he'd invited over Steve Gobie, the "Hot Bottom" from the ad, a sleek, confident escort in his mid-20s with a lean, toned body, smooth skin, and a mischievous grin that promised discretion and delight. Barney had slipped him $80 upfront, the bills crisp from his wallet, sealing the deal with a mumbled, "Let's keep this between us, awright? No drama."
Steve wasted no time, shedding his clothes in the dimly lit bedroom, revealing his lithe form and hardening cock. Barney's eyes lingered on him, his own 7.5-inch cut dick stirring beneath his slacks—moderate girth, smooth head, trimmed pubic hair framing low-hanging balls that swayed as he undressed.
"Ya look bettah than the ad," Barney grumbled in that baritone drawl. "But don't get cocky—I'm payin' for results, not chit-chat."
Steve chuckled, stepping closer, his hands roaming over Barney's firm butt and muscular thighs.
"Oh, Congressman, I'll give you plenty to vote on," he teased, dropping to his knees.
Barney sat at the edge of the bed, his thin lips parting as Steve's mouth enveloped his cock. The warmth was immediate, Steve's tongue swirling around the smooth head, teasing the slit before taking him deeper. Barney groaned, his gravelly voice rumbling low: "Yeah, that's it—suck it like ya mean it, kid."
Steve bobbed rhythmically, his cheeks hollowing as he worked the shaft, one hand cupping Barney's low-hanging balls, rolling them gently while his other stroked the base. Saliva slicked the length, dripping down to Barney's trimmed pubes.
"Deeper," Barney demanded, his Northeastern clip making it sound like "deepah," his fingers tangling in Steve's hair as he leaned back onto the bed. Steve obliged, gagging slightly as he deep-throated, the wet slurps filling the room. Barney's hips bucked involuntarily, his ruddy skin flushing deeper, sarcasm slipping into pleasure: "Not bad for a 'Hot Bottom'—ya got skills."
Barney reached down, wrapping his own hand around the base of his shaft, stroking in tandem with Steve's mouth, the combined motion building a slick, rhythmic friction that made his balls tighten.
"Keep goin', don't slack off—I'm from Jersey, we don't do half-measures," he growled, his voice thick with that flattened accent.
Pulling away with a pop, Steve grinned up at him, wiping his mouth.
"Your turn to taste, big guy?" Barney smirked, his intellectual wit flashing even here: "Nah, I'm the one callin' the shots tonight. But fine—let's see if ya can handle a real debate."
Steve crawled up onto the bed, positioning himself so his cock hovered near Barney's face. Barney's mouth descended on Steve's cock, his thin lips stretching around the girth as he sucked with focused intensity, his tongue flicking the underside in quick, precise strokes. Steve moaned, arching up.
"Fuck, that's good—your mouth's as sharp as your tongue on the Hill."
Barney lazily jerked himself as he sucked, his hand sliding up and down his saliva-slicked shaft in slow, deliberate pumps, thumb circling the head on each upstroke. Steve ran his hand up and down Frank's chest, tweaking a nipple, drawing a muffled grunt from Barney. Barney hummed around him, the vibration sending shivers through Steve, before pulling off to mutter, "Flattery'll get ya everywheah."
He dove back in, hollowing his cheeks for deeper suction, his free hand now fondling Steve's balls, rolling and tugging them lightly as he masturbated himself faster, pre-cum beading at his tip.
They shifted, Steve grabbing a condom from his bag—safety first in this risky game. Barney looked both excited and nervous, lying there completely naked with a huge hard-on. Rolling it onto Barney's throbbing dick, Steve lubed himself up generously.
"I'll take care of ya, Congressman," Steve said, climbing on top in cowboy position, guiding Barney's cock into his hole with one hand while tweaking Barney's nipple with the other.
Barney chuckled gruffly, aligning his smooth head at Steve's entrance. He pushed in slowly at first, the tight heat gripping his moderate girth, inch by inch until his low-hanging balls slapped against Steve's ass. But as soon as his dick made contact, Barney thrust all 7.5 inches in deep, eliciting a sharp gasp from Steve. Looking momentarily scared, Barney paused and asked, "Ya awright?"
Steve nodded, grinning through the intensity. "I'm good—now fuck me as hard as ya want."
Steve placed both hands on Barney's chest and started bouncing up and down on his cock, riding him with deliberate rolls of his hips, grinding down to take every inch. Barney's hands gripped Steve's thighs, guiding the motion, his muscular arms flexing as he thrust up to meet each descent.
"Ah, shit—that's taht," Barney growled.
Sweat beaded on his sparse chest hair, his ruddy face contorted in ecstasy. Steve rode his dick, stopping whenever he sensed Barney getting close to coming, clenching his muscles to tease and prolong the excitement. Barney grew desperate, his baritone voice pleading with a sarcastic edge: "Ya teasin' me? C'mon, let's get to it already."
Just then, the Congressman took charge and flipped Steve over onto his stomach for doggystyle. He laid Steve flat, grabbed a fistful of his hair, and shoved his cock back into his ass. Steve moaned loudly, but this time Barney didn’t stop. He started pounding furiously, slapping Steve's ass with his free hand like he was riding a bronco.
"Ya like that, huh? Takin' it like a pro," Barney grunted, his hips slamming forward with raw power, the sound of skin on skin echoing. Pinned under him, all Steve could do was push back, moaning.
"Harder—give it to me." Barney obliged, picking up pace, his firm butt flexing with each powerful slam, angling his thrusts to hit deeper, his low-hanging balls swinging and slapping against Steve's with every brutal entry.
After the intense doggy pounding, they switched to missionary. Steve lay on his back with legs hooked over Barney’s shoulders. Barney drove in deep, the new angle letting his thick cock drag directly across Steve’s prostate with every powerful stroke. The wet, filthy squelching sounds of lubed cock plunging into ass filled the room as Barney’s stocky body thrust forward, his potbelly pressing down heavily against Steve’s abs with every snap of his hips.
"Fuck, right there—don't stop!" Steve moaned.
“You like that, huh? Getting your hole fucked," Barney rasped, his gravelly Boston accent thick with lust. “This hot ass is clenching around my fat cock like it owns me.”
His anal walls clenched around him, the condom slick with lube, as he varied thrusts—slow and teasing, grinding in circles, then fast and brutal, pinning Steve's wrists above his head for control. Barney let his legs slip from his shoulders as Steve let them wrapped around Barney’s thick sturdy thighs, pulling him closer. Barney leaned down, his mouth finding Steve's neck, sucking and biting lightly as he drove in relentlessly, his stocky body pressing down with each plunge.
“Harder—give it to me, Congressman. Pound that ass.”
Barney obliged, picking up speed. His wide flat butt flexed as he drove in and out, the wet squelching sounds of lube and friction filling the room.
Steve erupted first, cum splattering the sheets in thick ropes, his body tensing and triggering Barney's release. Burying himself to the hilt, Barney unloaded thick ropes of cum into the condom, his body shuddering against Steve's as he pumped through his orgasm with a guttural groan.
They collapsed, breathing heavy, the room smelling of sex and secrecy. Barney peeled off the condom, tying it off with a satisfied grunt. “Not a bad return on eighty dollars. You might be worth keeping around—for conversation and this.”
Disclaimer: This narrative is entirely fictional, satirical, and erotic fantasy. It does not reflect any verified events, actions, or inclinations of Barney Frank. It is invented for entertainment purposes only.
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