Jonathan Eaton

U.S. Senator (D), former Federal Prosecutor, Lawyer, Masseuse, Cosmotologist, Nail Technician, Mortician, Nerd ll 38 ll Widower 

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Guy walked down the sidewalk, looking around as he tried to orient himself with the new town. He was too busy looking up at the different shops that he didn’t even notice when he almost slammed directly into someone.

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Jonathan's eyes had been glued to his phone as he walked down the sidewalk. Scrolling through e-mails, trying to figure out which he actually had to reply to. When his solid frame hit the stranger’s blinked as he tried to recover his breath. “I’m sorry, didn’t see you there.”

[theatomichero]

senatorjonathaneaton:

As Ethan’s tongue lapped at his hole, Jonathan’s eyes began to shut. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up ram rod straight as wave after wave of pleasure made its way though his body. Teeth digging into his bottom lip as he arched his back out further. His cheeks rubbing against the stubble of Ethan’s beard, anxious to feel the hairs along his beard brushing against his hole. As his hips began to buck against his boy’s tongue, a string of moans left his lips. The senator moaning like the wanton whore he was as Ethan lashed his hole with practice percision. His cheeks almost covering Ethan’s face as he tried to smoother his lover with his fat cheeks. “What did I teach you?” He growled, His fingers gently running through Ethan’s hair before tugging it with unexpected force as he forced his tongue deeper inside him with an almost primal strength. “Daddy’s boy takes what he wants. You. don’t. ask.” Almost screaming as he began to fuck himself on the other man’s tongue with almost reckless abandon. 

There were very many lessons Jonathan has taught him in the course of years they’ve been together. With the lack of proper affection from his mother and father, the politician served as a parental role to an ambitious Ethan. The young entrepreneur quickly learned how to properly pleasure his daddy and also a few life skills along the way. He was satisfied to hear Jonathan taking delight with his next movements. Ethan eagerly lapped up the circle of muscle positioned perfectly against his tongue. The tables have turned for a couple of seconds as Jonathan’s own moans replaced the young CEO’s own whorish sounds. But Ethan’s role as the dominant was short lived as the older man practically suffocate him with his fat ass cheeks. He took deep breaths when possible only to return to eating out Jonathan’s entrance almost in a beastly fashion. His tongue slipped inside the tight pucker, swirling to reach sensitive areas and crevices, eliciting only the best sensations. As his boy, Ethan remembered to take without asking, already starting to pump the senator’s cock, using the saliva from the previous blowjob as lube to milk an orgasm out of him.

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Seeing just how starved for attention the younger man had been, Jonathan had decided to take the younger man under his wing and he had never regretted it for a moment. Not only had the boy proved to be an eager and especially depraved slut for his new Daddy but  also showed himself to be attentive to the various life lessons that the older man tried to teach him. Lovingly caressing his hair as the boy took each inch of his length into his wet mouth, stood out as a particularly fond memory but one that stood beside almost hours where he would help his young protege prepare for interviews, or later on, help his strapping young stud prepare for board meetings. Jonathan was in heaven as Ethan began to stroke his cock. A string of uninterrupted moans and screams left the senator’s lips as he pulled on Ethan’s hair. Encouraging the young man to continue his brutal assault, as the lashes of his tongue were almost perfectly synchronized to the expert strokes to his cock. “You really are a whore for your daddy aren’t you.” 

[killianxcormac]

senatorjonathaneaton:

As his lithe body wrapped around the cool metal of the pole or his hips rubbed against the floor in search of desperately needed friction, Milo’s eyes were often trained on the bar. As his hips rubbed against strangers, all too eager to stuff his jock with bills, he’d usually flash a grin Grant’s way. The jealousy and need that lurked in the corner of his eyes was not visible to Milo as he satisfied his rapid customers but was something that he could always feel radiating off his lover. Rather than modifying his behavior to please him, performing fewer feature dance or not performing private dances on the other hand Milo would increase his work schedule. His appearances on the amin stage would become more frequent and there would be hardly a patron that didn’t get the chance to stuff dollar bills in his jock. Hand lingering on his perfectly rounded cheeks or eyes glued to his cock as they did so. Milo knew the effect he had on Grant and since he had hired the straight married man, he had been determined to break him. One night, he was almost certain that Grant would force him down on the bar, his fists tugging at his long hair, and take him in front of the entries club. Urged on by his whorish moans, the other wouldn’t stop until he was covered in cum and panting for more. But somehow, up to this point, Grant had resisted. Tonight, in the bed she shared with his wife, Milo was determined to break him. To take Grant away from his suburban nightmare and secret him away to his home. Of course, Milo didn’t care to look to much into his desperate need for the other man. What it meant, what the consequence were, it was simply a fact of life. That he needed grant almost as much as he needed air. “What can you give me that I can’t take myself?” His lips greedily deepening the kiss, his tongue wrapping itself around Grant’s as he pushed his hips back into the man’s touch. Hands continuing to methodically stroke the man’s cock, his fingers running along the veins of Grant’s cock as he spoke. 

Time after time they spent time together, the Irishman really hoped he’d given his boss all the reasons through sex as to why he wouldn’t need the attention from everybody in the club’s crowd each night. And yet it just always seemed to make Milo go for more. Part of him had to wonder if the stripper didn’t do it on purpose just to get under his skin all the more, but he felt like he did a good enough job hiding it inside. Though sometimes he was a little too snarky toward Milo, and that was likely very telling on how he jealous he might have been, and yet he was never jealous enough to want to put the moves on him in front of others. Tonight… his mind was in a completely different state. Milo had given him all the reason he needed to take a stand for his preferred sexuality, and now all he had to do was break it to his wife that he just couldn’t do it anymore. “You really are Daddy’s little whore aren’t you?”, he practically growled out in lust right before that deep hot kiss as his hips rolled to fuck into Milo’s hand, his cock twitching heavily. His hand rubbed further along his boss’s ass, slipping in between those gloriously round cheeks and rubbed his pucker in circles. “Let Daddy hear you moan, slut…”

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Growing up, Milo had been forced to hide his sexuality. His father thought homosexuals were fundamentally flawed and, as far as he could tell, the rest of the family agreed with him. After he had sex for the first time with another man he had been kicked out of his home. Since leaving, Milo would admit to over emphasizing his sexuality. The validation of crowds and the attention he received made up for the rejection and insured that he was able to live in relative comfort. For him, being out had made his life better but he had less to lose than Grant did. Milo’s mouth opened up in a perfect o as Grant rubbed his hole. Somehow the man knew exactly how to strike the right balance between teasing and satisfaction to keep him begging for more. A string of pleasured moans leaving his lips as his thumb ran along the engorged head of Grant’s cock. Smearing his precum up and down his length. “No .” He purred, his teeth lightly nipping at Grant’s jaw line. Intent on leaving marks that any slut that happened to look at his pants droopingly hot bar tender would know that he was being well taken care of by someone else. “I’m Daddie’s filthy cock slut.” His teeth digging into Grant’s nipples as he rolled his hips back into the man’s touch until he was almost fucking himself on Grant’s skilled fingers. “And I like to hear you scream.” He grinned, slowly making his way down Grant’s hairy chest until the tip of tongue was lapping at his cock head like it was an ice cream cone. 

[killianxcormac]

milovincent:

Lying awake in bed, adrenaline pumping through his veins after hours spent in front of an audience, Milo’s mind was filled with lingering thoughts of the men he had. From white shoe lawyers he would suck off beneath their mahogany desks to sweaty club managers when he had been desperate enough for a booking he would have sucked their dicks for a pack of ramen noodles, Milo had more than his share of trysts but there was something about Grant that gnawed at the back of his mind.Something about his snarky Irish bar tender, with his well muscled chest and mouth watering cock drove Milo to distract. Whether it was wearing his black leather jacket on stage as he his fingers teased his pucker or arching his back as he encouraged Grant to break his glass closet and lick his hole as he did a jello shot off his round cheeks. Now, seeing the man laying in the bed he shared with his soul draining dementor of a wife, Milo felt like his head was about to explode. His mouth watering with need as he approached the man that haunted his mind. The head of his cock poked out of his cock strap, soaking his v-lines with a steady stream of precum. His open palm landed on Grant’s fat cheeks with a satisfying slap that echoed off the walls of the room. One hand reaching down to teasingly run along the slit of Grant’s cock as the other teased his entrance. “And you dare deny your boss what he needs.” he purred, his lips hovering mere inches above Grant’s as he spoke.

Much like Milo, Grant wasn’t without his options in men, only for obvious reasons, he chose to keep his racy liaisons on the down low. But it was his boss who lingered on his mind more often than not. Sometimes it was so hard not to scoff at those who threw themselves at the owner and stripper, but he always seemed to manage to appear not to care by doing his job. Whether or not Milo could see it in his eyes, the slight jealousy and need to be territorial, that was a whole other thing, but the man could usually read him so well. As he laid there in the center of the bed he shared with his wife, looking up at him, it was obvious enough that he couldn’t ignore… None of the other man were even considered to be invited to his own personal bed of marriage, to taint it with his true desires and possibly even get caught. Milo wouldn’t be there if he didn’t mean something to him. He jumped with a sharp moan as that hand smacked his ass, eyes falling closed as the other’s touch had him twitching. As Milo lowered down, Grant’s blue gaze locked on him and he slowly maneuvered to returning to laying on his back. Both hands reached up and got a hold of the jacket and he pulled the man down on top of him there on the bed. “So stop fucking around and let me give it to you…”, he all but crooned against those lips before kissing him, a hand slipping down over the jockstrap until he was gripping bare ass.

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As his lithe body wrapped around the cool metal of the pole or his hips rubbed against the floor in search of desperately needed friction, Milo’s eyes were often trained on the bar. As his hips rubbed against strangers, all too eager to stuff his jock with bills, he’d usually flash a grin Grant’s way. The jealousy and need that lurked in the corner of his eyes was not visible to Milo as he satisfied his rapid customers but was something that he could always feel radiating off his lover. Rather than modifying his behavior to please him, performing fewer feature dance or not performing private dances on the other hand Milo would increase his work schedule. His appearances on the amin stage would become more frequent and there would be hardly a patron that didn’t get the chance to stuff dollar bills in his jock. Hand lingering on his perfectly rounded cheeks or eyes glued to his cock as they did so. Milo knew the effect he had on Grant and since he had hired the straight married man, he had been determined to break him. One night, he was almost certain that Grant would force him down on the bar, his fists tugging at his long hair, and take him in front of the entries club. Urged on by his whorish moans, the other wouldn’t stop until he was covered in cum and panting for more. But somehow, up to this point, Grant had resisted. Tonight, in the bed she shared with his wife, Milo was determined to break him. To take Grant away from his suburban nightmare and secret him away to his home. Of course, Milo didn’t care to look to much into his desperate need for the other man. What it meant, what the consequence were, it was simply a fact of life. That he needed grant almost as much as he needed air. “What can you give me that I can’t take myself?” His lips greedily deepening the kiss, his tongue wrapping itself around Grant’s as he pushed his hips back into the man’s touch. Hands continuing to methodically stroke the man’s cock, his fingers running along the veins of Grant’s cock as he spoke. 

[theatomichero]

senatorjonathaneaton:

Men like Jonathan were supposed to made of stone. Their expressions unreadable and their emotions as cold as the breeze. The senator on the other hand found that his veins, rather than being filled with ice water, were filled with an almost unquenchable heat. In this moment, there was nothing that he would rather be doing than making the man that was closest thing he had to a son scream and moan like a desperate whore. Moaning in approval of his boy’s skilled ministrations, Jonathan’s fingers began to run along Ethan’s entrance, teasing the boy withe promise of pleasure. The pad of his finger slipping inside his shameless whore’s pucker. “I just couldn’t help myself. I wanted everyone to watch me breed my slut.” His fingers slipping in as he smiled down at Ethan. His thumb gently running along his forehead as his open palm slapped against the boy’s thick cheeks. His mouth watering as his fingers slowly beginning to thrust in and out of the boys perfect hole. He may treat the boy like a whore to be ridden hard but at the end of the day there bond would always be unbreakable.

The thought of someone walking by and getting caught in such a lewd act should be humiliating and downright despicable, but for Ethan, he felt a thrill of the possibility someone saw him as nothing more than a slut. He continuously gagged on Jonathan’s cock, the walls of his throat clenching around the girth. Ethan hummed in delight, loving how his beloved daddy was so satisfied with him. He resumed his expert blowjob, shifting slightly with the change of position. A loud gasp escaped him once fingers replaced the vibrating, thrusting in and out. Ethan coughed violently and was forced to pull away, moaning like a true slut, his erotic sounds echoing throughout the entire mansion. He buried his face on the senator’s balls, lapping the sack slowly. Sliding Jonathan’s sweatpants down, he beamed at the sight of those round ass cheeks. Unable to help himself any longer, he slipped his head in between the older man’s legs and began eating him out. Ethan stopped himself halfway and swallowed hard, the sight of the twitching entrance in front of him too irresistible. “Can I rim you for a bit? Please?” he questioned politely, utter longing in his voice. 

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As Ethan’s tongue lapped at his hole, Jonathan’s eyes began to shut. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up ram rod straight as wave after wave of pleasure made its way though his body. Teeth digging into his bottom lip as he arched his back out further. His cheeks rubbing against the stubble of Ethan’s beard, anxious to feel the hairs along his beard brushing against his hole. As his hips began to buck against his boy’s tongue, a string of moans left his lips. The senator moaning like the wanton whore he was as Ethan lashed his hole with practice percision. His cheeks almost covering Ethan’s face as he tried to smoother his lover with his fat cheeks. “What did I teach you?” He growled, His fingers gently running through Ethan’s hair before tugging it with unexpected force as he forced his tongue deeper inside him with an almost primal strength. “Daddy’s boy takes what he wants. You. don’t. ask.” Almost screaming as he began to fuck himself on the other man’s tongue with almost reckless abandon. 

[theatomichero]

senatorjonathaneaton:

With Ethan, somehow the cares that burdened Jonathan’s day to day life disappeared. There was only the two of them and all that the Senator could bring himself to think of was how we would wreck his boy’s hole. “What a whore.” Jonathan chuckled as he watched the boy suppress his gag reflex in order to take inch after his inch of his daddy’s cock. His fingers gently rubbing the boy’s nipples, fingers gently kneading the buds in time with the boy’s almost feverish thrusts against his foot. His fist tugged at the boy’s hair. Forcing his head to bod up and down his length at a rapid pace. A mischievous smile ending at the corners of his cheek formed on his lips as he looked down to see slobber trickle down his chin, like a dog with a bone. “That’s right bitch, I want everyone in the neighborhood to know what a good slut daddy’s whore is. How he drools and begs for his master’s cock. How his hole is never quite full without his daddie’s fingers.” Hie nails wracking across the boy’s chest from his nipples to his v-lines, leaving angry red marks for any future conquests to see. So they would know that this cock slut was owned.

Never has degradation appealed so much to Ethan. A man of his status should be respected and highly looked up to. However, with Jonathan, he couldn’t help but naturally slip into a shameful slut with no intention aside from offering his expert services. He took being called whore as a compliment, smiling wildly only to gag again when his hair was tugged. Nose buried in a small patch of Jonathan’s pubes, he puffed his cheeks and continued to salivate, lubing the thick length as previously instructed. Ethan groaned, his nipples erect and sensitive to the constant kneading. He glanced to see the sadistic smile on the senators face, that cruel expression sending shivers down his spine. To elicit further pleasure, he started to massage Jonathan’s balls, fingers expertly fiddling the fleshy sack. A whine escaped him in response to the scratches across his flawless skin, earning a few tears of pain from him. Ignoring the stinging sensation and continued sucking Jonathan’s cock. Ethan only noticed the door was open until he felt a small breeze hit his bare flesh, realizing anyone could see the public display of utter lechery.

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Men like Jonathan were supposed to made of stone. Their expressions unreadable and their emotions as cold as the breeze. The senator on the other hand found that his veins, rather than being filled with ice water, were filled with an almost unquenchable heat. In this moment, there was nothing that he would rather be doing than making the man that was closest thing he had to a son scream and moan like a desperate whore. Moaning in approval of his boy’s skilled ministrations, Jonathan’s fingers began to run along Ethan’s entrance, teasing the boy withe promise of pleasure. The pad of his finger slipping inside his shameless whore’s pucker. “I just couldn’t help myself. I wanted everyone to watch me breed my slut.” His fingers slipping in as he smiled down at Ethan. His thumb gently running along his forehead as his open palm slapped against the boy’s thick cheeks. His mouth watering as his fingers slowly beginning to thrust in and out of the boys perfect hole. He may treat the boy like a whore to be ridden hard but at the end of the day there bond would always be unbreakable. 

[thefieryofficer]

Political Introduction

[thefieryofficer]

senatorjonathaneaton:

As the phalanx of guards, made it’s way down the marble covered corridors of city hall, Jonathan’s eyes were focused like a laser on the ass of his newest police escort. Veins pumping full of adrenaline, his mind was awash with ideas of just how to wreck the officer and turn the burly man into a needy whimpering bitch. Walking into the room, Jonathan quickly locked the door with a deft flick of his finger. “Thank you very much Officer.” He grinned, his hips pressed against the man’s in the tiny confines of the conference room. “Now strip.” His voice a mix between a purr and a bark as he ordered his escort. 

It felt like such an honor, he has never in his life or career he had a chance to meet a politician, it wasn’t like a celebrity but at the same time, it kind of is. Certainly not someone of this kind of upper status that a normal person couldn’t even dream of.   ‘’ You are more than welcome, sir.’’  Before The officer had a chance to turn around, he felt someone pressed against him.   He slowly turned around, stunned by the sudden command and among other things.  ‘’ Excuse me?’’

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“I want you to strip so that I can show you just how much I appreciate the work you do.” He answered, his eyes raking over the man’s gorgeous body. It was hardly out of the ordinariy for Jonathan to hire ‘body guards’ whose real function was to serve as a kind of on command sex toy. Ready adn willing to satisfy his needs. And, as a new member of the security force, there was no reason that he shouldn’t extend the same benefits to Nik. “I don’t think I could take my eyes off your ass during that entire speech.”

[thefieryofficer]

Political Introduction

@senatorxjonathanxeaton

It was very rare that a big and popular politician was in the city and part of his duty as a police officer working alongside the senator’s personal bodyguard and aids. He had the pleasure to be escorting and protecting the senator just after he made his speech.  As they started walking and Nik was escorting the senator to a private room, The officer opened the door and stood by it, ‘’ here we are senator.’’

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As the phalanx of guards, made it’s way down the marble covered corridors of city hall, Jonathan’s eyes were focused like a laser on the ass of his newest police escort. Veins pumping full of adrenaline, his mind was awash with ideas of just how to wreck the officer and turn the burly man into a needy whimpering bitch. Walking into the room, Jonathan quickly locked the door with a deft flick of his finger. “Thank you very much Officer.” He grinned, his hips pressed against the man’s in the tiny confines of the conference room. “Now strip.” His voice a mix between a purr and a bark as he ordered his escort. 

[theatomichero]

senatorjonathaneaton:

For six years, Jonathan had been careful to mold Ethan into the perfect whore. Almost weekly deliveries of custom made jock straps designed to highlight the younger man’s bubble butt. Sex toys that had been molded to match the Senator’s cock so that Ethan would be able to enjoy his cock even when he was off in DC and couldn’t breed his slut. Their sand almost feral sex sessions had fostered a certain closeness between the two with the older man providing a caring and affectionate ear to the younger during the ups and downs of his life. His leaking prick pocked through the flap of his sweat pant,s the Senator lazily coating the younger man’s lips with precum. Grabbing a fistful of Ethan’s hair as he forced the boy’s head back. Forcing his mouth onto his leaking cock.  “Get it nice and wet slut because that’s all the lube your going to get before I use you like the cock hungry whore you are. Going to give me the full fag treatment boy.” his words overlaid with a level of appreciation for the skill his boy had acquired after so many years serving him.  His fingers gently tweaking his boy’s bright pink nipples as he spoke.

To Ethan, the title of a slut never sounded so appealing until it slipped out of his beloved daddy’s gorgeous lips. He was greatly aroused by the dirty talk and degradation. In all honesty, he quite enjoyed being Jonathan’s whore. Ethan’s only thoughts consisted purely of sex, as if the entire world revolved only around them. He continued rutting against Jonathan’s foot, as if desperate for release which the vibrator was taking away, keeping him in an almost painful edge. Once his hair was pulled, Ethan’s mouth naturally opened, welcoming the thick schlong given to him in the form of a treat. He felt slobber form and trickle down his chin, coating Jonathan’s cock with a thick layer of saliva. The taste of pre-cum was so sweet on his tongue. As instructed, he greedily forced the entire length down his throat, the brash action making him gag violently. Nevertheless, he adjusted to the obstruction in his airways and began to add a little suction. Ethan bobbed his head forward and backward, fucking his face on the senator’s fat meat stick. He was brimming with excitement at the promise of Jonathan using him later, quickening his movements a tad bit.

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With Ethan, somehow the cares that burdened Jonathan’s day to day life disappeared. There was only the two of them and all that the Senator could bring himself to think of was how we would wreck his boy’s hole. “What a whore.” Jonathan chuckled as he watched the boy suppress his gag reflex in order to take inch after his inch of his daddy’s cock. His fingers gently rubbing the boy’s nipples, fingers gently kneading the buds in time with the boy’s almost feverish thrusts against his foot. His fist tugged at the boy’s hair. Forcing his head to bod up and down his length at a rapid pace. A mischievous smile ending at the corners of his cheek formed on his lips as he looked down to see slobber trickle down his chin, like a dog with a bone. “That’s right bitch, I want everyone in the neighborhood to know what a good slut daddy’s whore is. How he drools and begs for his master’s cock. How his hole is never quite full without his daddie’s fingers.” Hie nails wracking across the boy’s chest from his nipples to his v-lines, leaving angry red marks for any future conquests to see. So they would know that this cock slut was owned.

[theatomichero]

senatorjonathaneaton:

Jonathan grinned as he watched Ethan rut against his foot like the desperate whore that he was. Ever since their first night together, Jonathan had done what he could to meld Ethan into a willing and eager slut. Sending him packages bulging with jockstraps and thongs from him to wear around his daddy, forcing the younger man to wear a vibrator that Jonathan had a habit of switching to maximum during the CEO’s meetings with shareholders, and regular skype sex sessions had all done their part in turning the ambitious boy into a needy slut. “Of course we can play, baby boy.” Jonathan’s monotone mocking the warmth of his words as his open palm slapped Ethan’s thick cheeks, Jon’s index finger lightly running along his entrance teasing the boy with the promise of an aggressive assault on his hole if he were to behave like the good boy that his daddy knew he was. 

More pre-cum oozed out onto his jockstrap as the strong vibrations resumed inside him. This man knew exactly of to turn Ethan into an eager whore. In fact, most of his slutty tendencies were a result of the years he spent with Jonathan. From his eighteenth birthday until now, Ethan found great pleasure in servicing the senator. Afterall, Jonathan played an essential role in playing the parental figure he lacked. Ethan was only trying to repay his kindness. He hummed softly at the harsh slap which made him buck into Jonathan’s crotch. The young CEO dragged his tongue on the outline of the prominent bulge, loving the taste and smell even through the fabric. “I want… daddy’s cock,” he muttered, the intense sensations from the sex toy making it difficult for him to speak. Luckily, Jonathan showed a willingness to fulfill his needs, promising to ‘play’ as the two would say. Ethan gave his uncle’s sweatpants a tug, expressing the desire to take them off.

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For six years, Jonathan had been careful to mold Ethan into the perfect whore. Almost weekly deliveries of custom made jock straps designed to highlight the younger man’s bubble butt. Sex toys that had been molded to match the Senator’s cock so that Ethan would be able to enjoy his cock even when he was off in DC and couldn’t breed his slut. Their brutal and almost feral sex sessions had fostered a certain closeness between the two with the older man providing a caring and affectionate ear to the younger during the ups and downs of his life. His leaking prick pocked through the flap of his sweat pant,s the Senator lazily coating the younger man’s lips with precum. Grabbing a fistful of Ethan’s hair as he forced the boy’s head back. Forcing his mouth onto his leaking cock.  “Get it nice and wet slut because that’s all the lube your going to get before I use you like the cock hungry whore you are. Going to give me the full fag treatment boy.” his words overlaid with a level of appreciation for the skill his boy had acquired after so many years serving him.  His fingers gently tweaking his boy’s bright pink nipples as he spoke. 

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Pillow Talk ll Adorable Idiots

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profchxrlesdtf:

“Fuck, I love how fuckin’ goofy you are.” Charles laughed as he drilled into his lover, taking a few extra brutal thrusts as he rolled his eyes back, shooting thick streams of cum deep within him and moaning in obvious satisfaction.“Fuck…” He whispered as he looked down to watch the filling drip slowly out onto the floor. He paused, looking into Jonathan’s eyes though his expression was blank.“Marry me.” He panted out.

Jonathan grinned stupidly as his walls clamped down around Charles’s cock. Desperate to force every last ounce of cum out of the cock that had taken his innocence, that had molded his hole so that he can give his master the maximum amount of pleasure possible, that he rode like his life depended on it at every possible opportunity. Cum slick cheeks clamped together, desperate to keep every drop of his lover’s essence inside of him for as long as possible. Sliding onto the floor, his head leaned against his lover’s shoulder. His expression dazed even as his eyes were filled with utter joy. There was no other way that Jonathan wanted to spend the rest of his life than lying beside the man that he loved more than any other. 

The man whose name covered the pages of his college ruled note books. Originally hidden in the corner, next to the date and the name of the class. Eventually filled inside of hearts in the margins of the sheets until they took up full pages with his own name penciled inside. The man that had taken his virginity years ago in a hotel room all those years ago, when his humbling fingers and sweaty palms had yanked on his thick black hair to force him to thrust into him with even greater speed even as his eyes filled with tears. The man that had participated in almost weekend long sex marathons with him until his chest was covered in cum and his hole leaked. The man that he had dreamed of giving his grandmother’s ring to on the day he finished law school, even if he knew that he would only say no. The man who he had banged in almost every room in the church on the day of his weeding, every closet of the reception hall, and even in the airport bathroom on the way to his honeymoon. The man that helped him write his announcement speech when he announced his run for senate and looked every law school application essay. Even if he had been with someone else, Jonathan knew that in his heart he would always belong to Charles Kennedy. 

Swallowing, all that Jonathan could do was grab hold of his hair. His lips desperately rubbing aganist his lover’s. His teeth biting into the sensitive skin of his lower lip as his tongue probed his lover’s mouth. Familiar with every crevice and sensitive spot, Jonathan was desperate to commit to memory. His chest heaving as he tried to recover his breath. “Char-char, I would marry you in a small stone chapel at Kensington Palace with the Archbishop of Canterbury presiding or a drive-in wedding chapel in Reno with a third rate drag queen impersonating Cher officiating. I have spent the last twenty years of my life waiting for you to say those words or trying to find the right way to say them to you. Yes, I will marry you Charles. And I will spend the rest of my life showing you how much I love you and doing everything in my power to make you the happiest man on the face of the earth. I don’t know what my life would be without you and I never want to find out. You are the love of my life Charles. Yes.” 

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beckettcollins:

Unsure what the other had mentioned, until he saw the picture presented to him and knew instantly he was just fucked. Posting it had been risky, of course, but he didn’t think it would ever reach the desk of a Senator, let alone one that he was trying to intern for. Blindsided, he scrambled to come up with a reason that would justify his general slutty behavior and save himself the position. “I guess, I was just feeling myself that day?” He said, with the best damn charming smile he could muster. The guy must have been young once, he’d understand.

“And how are you feeling today?” The Senator purred, his voice lowering noticeably as a small moan left his lips. His eyes glued to the twink in front of him as his index finger ran over the head of his cock as he waited to see exactly what Beckett would do when he noticed that he had been stroking his cock since the toy boy walked into the room. “Judging by your eagerness, I’d say that you feel like putting those cock sucker lips on my dick.

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mrblakesley:

open smut themed starter

Sitting on the edge of the hotel suite’s bed, Graham took a moment to wipe at the thin sheen of sweat on his forehead as he tried to catch his breath. Rolling his shoulders as he tried to get a hold of himself again, the lawyer let out a sigh as he felt the bed move a bit behind him. “As much as I’d love to stay,” he mumbled to the man he’d met on some dating (hook up) app, “I really should get going. I need to make sure my son and his friends haven’t destroyed my house.” Leaning forward, Graham scooped his shirt off the floor beside the bed and sat back up so he could put it on; looking over his shoulder at the man behind him as he tried to un-wad his lilac dress shirt. “I’ve paid for the full night at the front desk so feel free to stick around if you want, or use the room service. My card can cover it, and someone might as well use the room since I have it until 11:00 am tomorrow morning…”

Jonathan slowly pushed himself up from his sweat drenched spot on the mattress. Rubbing the sweat collecting along his brow, he tilted his head as he watched his friend go through a set of rituals that was all too familiar to the senator. Graham would grab his wrinkled shirt off the floor, tell him how much he’d love to stay and let him worship his body for the rest of the day, but really his son or at one time his husband just couldn’t wait for him to get back home. Jonathan would nod his head in understanding and, after a quick shower, he’d leave the room and return to work. Wrapping his arms around Graham’s waist, Jonathan didn’t say a word. There weren’t really any that came to mind or that he had tried over the years that had gotten his law partner to stay even a millisecond longer than he had to.

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profchxrlesdtf:

Charles almost laughed at how desperate Jonathan was for his cock, he sat up, looking over his lover’s body.”I’ve never seen someone so beautifully beg for me before.” He said before he started going full speed, moans flowing from his lips as he leaned his head back. He pulled out quickly, pushing Jonathan over on his back. He grabbed his legs to lift them over his head and slammed into him again, really without warning.”You’ll always need me, Jonathan. Only me.” He smiled almost sadistically as he pushed down, Jonathan’s legs resting on his shoulders as he leaned down to practically bite into his neck, chuckling darkly.”God, I fucking love you. I love fucking you. I love the way you need me. Tell me how much you need me more. 

“I’ve got twenty years of practice.” Jonathan grinned, a near continous stream of moans that were almost certain to wake up half the neighborhood and leave half of his neighbors searching for a body in the yard left the Senator’s mouth. His hips desperately bucking as he tried to keep pace with his lover’s thrusts, his fat cheeks audibly slapping against Charles’s hips, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. The Senator leaned his neck back to give his lover more room to mark him, to claim him as his own. His nails raking against Charles’s chest, leaving a trail of bright red markings that would be visible to any student daydreaming about being wrecked by their professor or any house husband passing by with a mind full of filthy fantasies. Walls tightening around Charles’s thick length as the man assaulted his pleasure center with the self assured and practiced thrusts that only he was capable of; intent on driving the other man out of his mind, intent on making him scream in desperate need for more, intent on milking every drop of cum out of the man that he possibly could. “I need your cock more than AC in the middle of July. I need that fat ass more than I need the bags full of gas station churros on road trips. I need to look into those bright blue eyes more than I need my georgetown law degree. I need to wake up next to you every morning more than I need my seat in the US Senate. I need you more than the air I breathe Charles Kennedy. I always have and I always will.” 

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itsethancarrington:

Dressed professionally like always, Ethan stared down at the wet spot on his slacks, brought about by the vibrations forcing him to ooze out pre-cum. For such a respectable man of influence and wealth, he was easily transformed into a shameful whore by the senator. Truth be told, Ethan enjoyed the sinful relationship between them. He still loved the fact Jonathan was the first man to ever have sex with him. When the door finally opened, Ethan grinned cheekily like a child, presenting a mouthful of pearly white teeth. “It’s nice to see you again, Da — “ Cut off mid-sentence, Ethan fell to his knees once the level of the toy was increased on maximum. He groaned and felt his cock throb, just about ready to climax. The young CEO began to strip off his clothes, until only the jockstrap remained. “Daddy…” Ethan crawled over to the senator and lovingly nuzzled his crotch like a good boy. “Can we play? I’ve been thinking of you all day,” he spoke, rutting against Jonathan’s foot. 

Jonathan grinned as he watched Ethan rut against his foot like the desperate whore that he was. Ever since their first night together, Jonathan had done what he could to meld Ethan into a willing and eager slut. Sending him packages bulging with jockstraps and thongs from him to wear around his daddy, forcing the younger man to wear a vibrator that Jonathan had a habit of switching to maximum during the CEO’s meetings with shareholders, and regular skype sex sessions had all done their part in turning the ambitious boy into a needy slut. “Of course we can play, baby boy.” Jonathan’s monotone mocking the warmth of his words as his open palm slapped Ethan’s thick cheeks, Jon’s index finger lightly running along his entrance teasing the boy with the promise of an aggressive assault on his hole if he were to behave like the good boy that his daddy knew he was. 

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beckettcollins:

When Senator Eaton walked outside to greet him, Bex stood up and gave him a wide grin, happy and friendly, putting his best foot forward instantly. “It’s wonderful to meet you, as well, Mr. Eaton,” he nodded, shaking his hand back and nodded. “Of course,” he said, walking into the office, a little oblivious to the hungry eyes that were looking over his young, twink frame, as he was mostly focused on doing a good job so he could get the internship. And yeah, he noticed that Jonathan was handsome as fuck but he couldn’t focus on that now. “Thank you for taking the time to meet with me.”

“Now, before we begin our interview, would you care to explain this picture?” He asked, his head cocked to the side as he waited for an answer. His lips crossed together in mock disapproval while he waited to see Beckett’s reaction. Truth be told ,the only reason that Jonathan had decided to interview him was the fact that he was a desperate whore so hungry that he would post pictures of his fat cheeks on the internet for anyone to see. His hands, hidden behind his desk, languidly stroked his cock as he awaited an answer.  

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doctorhackett:

Leon hummed softly, although since his lips were next to Jon’s ear he probably heard the lowness in his tone way better than you would if you would hear it from afar. He chuckled at the question and almost bit Jonathan’s earlobe, but then he decided to change his mind. “Have you ever cum without anyone even touching you?” he asked and softly blew some warm air near Jon’s ear. It would be fun to see would Jonathan be able to stay still or would he start to squirm or go all touchy-feely after a while.

Biting down on his lip, Jonathan looked Leon straight in the eye. His face otherwise the perfect picture of composure as he tried to settle on an answer the would satisfy his crush. “Yes, numerous times.” He nodded, his lips lightly brushing against Leon’s as he spoke and sending a bolt of electricity through his body. “And how about you love, has anyone ever managed to bring you to the edge with not as much as a touch?”