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The Senator from Montana

Featuring Farmer and former United States Senator, Jon Tester

Chapter Fifteen: The Senator’s Secret Celebration

After weeks of grueling negotiations, Senator Jon Tester had finally helped seal a landmark bipartisan infrastructure deal. The tall, robust 6 foot 1 inch Montanan with his signature graying flattop and three-fingered left hand stood in the conference room alongside Senators Mitt Romney, Bill Cassidy, Rob Portman, Susan Collins, Lisa Murkowski, Joe Manchin, Kyrsten Sinema, Jeanne Shaheen, and Mark Warner. His executive assistant, 28-year-old Jack Lucas, a stocky 5 foot 10 inch young man with tousled light brown hair and bright blue eyes, had been running point on logistics the entire time. Lucas had spent the last month horny as hell, jerking off in his D.C. apartment most nights while imagining what it would feel like to finally get his mouth around his boss’s thick cock again.

When Lucas walked into the room after the final handshake, he found Tester and Mitt Romney still lingering by the long table.

“Ah, Lucas, you’ve met Romney, right?” Jon drawled, waving him over with that easy Montana grin.

“Yes, Sir,” Lucas replied, approaching.

Romney, 73 and still lean at 6 foot 2 inches, eyed the younger man with a polished smile.

“Hello, son. Call me Mitt. Jon’s been bragging about you.”

“Has he?” Lucas smirked.

“Damn right,” Jon chuckled, his voice carrying that gravelly prairie twang. “Told him you’re one hell of a cocksucker.”

Mitt laughed softly.

“He wasn’t lying, apparently.”

Jon’s three-fingered left hand rested on the table.

“Sharla’s back on the farm. Why don’t we head over to my townhouse and put this boy to work? Celebrate properly.”

The three men made their way through the quiet D.C. evening to Tester’s townhouse. Once inside the bedroom, clothes came off slowly and deliberately. Jon stripped out of his gray tweed blazer and red patterned tie, then his white dress shirt, revealing a broad, powerful chest dusted with dark hair that thinned toward his solid belly, still strong from decades of farm work. His black cowboy boots thunked to the floor. He stood in snug white briefs that did little to hide the thick bulge already forming.

Lucas shed his crisp blue suit, standing in black boxer briefs that hugged his athletic, stocky frame. His own 7-inch cock was already half-hard and twitching visibly.

Mitt folded his dark blue suit and striped tie neatly on a dresser, his lean, distinguished body emerging with salt-and-pepper chest hair, a flat stomach, and a prominent 7-inch cock already swelling in his briefs.

They stood in their underwear for a charged moment. Lucas stepped forward, bold, and moved in front of Jon, running both hands slowly over Jon’s broad chest, feeling the heat and the solid muscle. He dragged his palms down Jon’s firm waist, hooked his fingers into the waistband of the briefs, and tugged them down from the front and back at the same time. Jon’s thick 8-inch cock sprang free, veiny, heavy, already leaking a clear bead of precum from the fat head.

Lucas dropped to his knees without hesitation. He wrapped one hand around the base, feeling the girth stretch his fingers, and guided the hot shaft to his lips. He licked a slow, wet stripe up the underside, tasting the salty musk, then sealed his mouth around the fat head. Hollowing his cheeks, he sucked hard, tongue swirling around the sensitive crown while his fist stroked the lower half in a steady rhythm.

“Fuckin’ hell, boy. That mouth,” Jon rumbled, his three-fingered hand sliding into Lucas’s hair. “Suck it proper. Show Mitt what you can do.”

Lucas bobbed eagerly for a minute, taking more of the thick girth each time, saliva quickly coating the shaft and dripping down his chin. He stroked the base with his fist while his tongue swirled around the sensitive crown, then pulled off to lick and suck Jon’s heavy balls, rolling them gently in his mouth before sliding his lips back up the entire length. Jon’s hips rocked forward, fucking Lucas’s mouth in short, controlled thrusts.

Out of the corner of his eye, Lucas saw Mitt step closer, his own cock now fully hard and pointing straight at him. Jon pulled his cock free with a wet pop, turned Lucas’s face, and guided him onto Mitt’s shaft.

“Open up for him too,” Jon ordered.

Lucas turned immediately to Mitt. He licked around Mitt’s cockhead, tasting the different, cleaner precum, and sucked him in deep, cheeks working as he alternated between slow, deep sucks and faster bobs. His free hand reached down to grip his own throbbing 7-inch cock, stroking it in time with his mouth on Mitt. Jon watched, stroking his own spit-slick cock slowly.

“Jon wasn’t exaggerating. That throat is dangerous.”

He switched back to Jon, sucking the thicker cock with renewed hunger, taking it deeper until his nose pressed close to Jon’s pubes and he gagged lightly around the head. Spit ran down his chin and onto his stroking fist as he jerked himself faster. Then back to Mitt, sucking him wet and sloppy, tongue pressing firmly along the underside while his hand pumped his own leaking cock, precum slicking his fingers.

The men watched him work, breathing heavier. Jon’s cock twitched in Lucas’s mouth as he switched again.

“Goddamn, look at you. Just like a pro.”

Lucas moaned around whichever cock was in his mouth, the vibration making both men grunt. He deepthroated Jon until his throat tightened, then pulled back to lick and suck the heavy balls before switching to Mitt for the same treatment, tongue lapping at the sensitive skin while his fist flew over his own shaft. Saliva glistened on both senators’ cocks and on Lucas’s lips and chin. His own cock was rock hard and dripping steadily onto the floor as he edged himself, matching the pace of his oral service.

After several minutes of alternating, wet, enthusiastic sucking, Jon pulled Lucas off gently.

“Enough with the mouth for now. Get on the bed, boy. On your hands and knees.”

Lucas obeyed quickly, climbing onto the king-sized bed and positioning himself on all fours, ass raised and presented. Mitt moved behind him, slicking his fingers generously with lube. He worked two fingers into Lucas’s tight hole, scissoring and twisting to stretch him open. Lucas moaned and pushed back, his own hand reaching under to stroke his cock again as Mitt added a third finger, curling to rub firmly over his prostate. Sparks of pleasure shot through him, making his cock leak more precum onto the sheets.

“Fuck, he’s tight,” Mitt said, voice rougher now. He withdrew his fingers, slicked his 7-inch cock, and pressed the head against Lucas’s entrance. He pushed in slowly, the thick head stretching the ring of muscle. Lucas gasped at the initial burn, then groaned as it gave way to a deep, filling pressure. Inch by inch, Mitt sank in until his hips pressed flush against Lucas’s ass.

Jon gripped Lucas’s hair with his three-fingered hand and fed his thick cock back into the younger man’s mouth.

“That’s it. Take both of us. You’re our little celebration tonight.”

Mitt started with slow, deliberate thrusts, letting Lucas adjust to the girth. Each stroke dragged over his prostate, sending waves of pleasure through his body. Lucas’s hand worked his own cock faster, matching the rhythm as Mitt’s thrusts grew steadier and deeper. The wet sounds of skin meeting skin and the slick slide of cock in ass filled the room.

“Goddamn, that feels good,” Lucas panted, pushing back to meet each thrust.

Mitt gripped Lucas’s hips and picked up the pace slightly.

“You take it well, son. So tight around me.”

Mitt was thrusting, steady, deep strokes that rocked Lucas forward onto Jon’s cock. Each time Mitt bottomed out, Lucas felt the heavy balls press against him and the thick head drag over his prostate. He reached down between his own legs and jerked his 7-inch cock hard, precum dripping from the tip in long strings.

Jon watched the show, hips pumping.

“Fuckin’ beautiful. Look at you takin’ Mitt’s dick while you choke on mine. Stroke that cock faster, boy. I wanna see you leak all over my sheets.”

Mitt’s thrusts grew harder, skin slapping against Lucas’s ass.

“Jon, you’ve been keeping this ass to yourself too long. He’s milking me already.”

“Share and share alike,” Jon grunted. “Switch with me. I wanna feel that hole again.”

Mitt pulled out with a wet sound. Jon took his place immediately, his thicker 8-inch cock already slick with lube and spit. He pressed the broad head against Lucas’s now-loosened hole and pushed in with more force. Lucas cried out around Mitt’s cock as the thicker girth stretched him wider. Jon’s three-fingered hand gripped Lucas’s hip hard while his good hand smacked the firm ass cheek.

“Still tight as a virgin fence post,” Jon growled, starting to pound, setting a vigorous pace. “Gonna plow this ass proper. Ride it, Lucas. Move that ass up and down my pole.”

Lucas obeyed, rocking back to meet every thrust while Mitt fucked his throat in long, deliberate strokes. The rhythm was relentless, Jon’s powerful hips slamming forward, driving Lucas’s mouth deeper onto Mitt. He started thrusting hard and deep, powerful hips driving forward, the wet slap of his body against Lucas’s ass echoing loudly. Each vigorous stroke bottomed out, the thick cock pounding directly over Lucas’s prostate and making him leak and moan uncontrollably.

Lucas stroked his own cock frantically beneath him, the dual sensations overwhelming. Jon’s vigorous fucking rocked his whole body forward, balls slapping against him with every thrust. The older man’s grunts mixed with the filthy wet sounds of his cock plowing Lucas’s stretched hole.

“Take it, boy. Ride that cock like you were made for it,” Jon ordered, pounding harder, faster, his robust frame putting real power behind each thrust. “Gonna fuck this ass proper.”

Lucas sucked hungrily around Mitt's cock while Jon continued his relentless, vigorous assault from behind, the force of the thrusts driving Lucas’s mouth deeper onto Mitt’s shaft.

Mitt came first, groaning as he held Lucas’s head and unloaded thick ropes down his throat. Lucas swallowed greedily, tasting the salty flood, his own cock twitching in his fist.

Jon’s pace grew even more intense, hips snapping forward, the bed creaking under the force. The wet sound of his cock pounding Lucas’s well-fucked hole filling the room. Lucas’s hand flew over his own cock as the prostate stimulation built to a peak.

“Fuck. Gonna fill this ass. Take every drop, boy!”

With a final series of deep, powerful thrusts, Jon buried himself to the hilt and came hard, pulsing thick ropes of cum deep inside Lucas’s ass. The heat and fullness pushed Lucas over the edge. He moaned around Mitt’s cock and shot his load across the sheets in powerful spurts, his hole clenching rhythmically around Jon’s throbbing shaft.

They collapsed in a sweaty, panting tangle on the big bed. Jon’s three-fingered hand rested possessively on Lucas’s lower back. Mitt lay on his side, catching his breath.

“Goddamn,” Jon muttered, voice hoarse and satisfied. “Goddamn, we worked you over good, Lucas.”

Mitt chuckled, wiping sweat from his brow.

“Best way to celebrate a deal I’ve had in years.”

Lucas grinned into the pillow, still trembling from the intense release.

“Anytime, Senators. Happy to serve the team.”

They laughed together, the room heavy with the scent of sex and satisfaction.

Disclaimer: This narrative is entirely fictional, satirical, and erotic fantasy, invented for entertainment purposes only. It does not reflect any verified events, actions, or inclinations of Jon Tester or any person named Jack Lucas.

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Born on Mar 12, 1947 in Detroit, MI, Willard Mitt Romney is an American businessman and retired politician who served as a United States senator from Utah from 2019 to 2025 and as the 70th governor of Massachusetts from 2003 to 2007. A member of the Republican Party, he was the party's nominee in the 2012 presidential election.

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