Perks of Life at The Top for Gay Senator Masters

Gary Masters increased his effort for the last few strokes, and found his body responding just the way it was supposed to. In seconds, his hand hit the wall of the pool, and he quickly stood up, panting slightly. This had been a good session. Swimming in this pool before it opened was just about the only perk he allowed himself that wasn't known to the general public. Couldn't be too careful in his job.

He got of of the water and walked towards the showers. He couldn't help smirking a bit. His mother always told him that by the time he hit 40, he'd be flabby, out of shape and bald. Hah! The flat tummy, the toned legs, chest, shoulders and arms all spoke of a man who could put most guys half his age to shame.

True, he didn't have any hair on the top of his head, but by keeping what little he had ultra-short, he managed to make that feature pretty sexy, too. At 46, he was the kind of guy women's magazines wanted on their covers. Some had even suggested slightly daring cover photos. That might have been nice, but he needed to keep up a serious image.

Getting out of his swimming trunks, he allowed the warm water from the showers to wash over him. His thoughts flowed freely, and as usual, that meant a particular direction. His dick began thickening, lengthening and then rising. Looking down at it, he whispered:

"Daddy loves you. All seven inches of you."

His hard cock swaying just a little from side to side, he headed for the sauna. Whistling pretty tunelessly, he opened the door and stopped short.

The guy on the bench slowly turned his head towards the man in the door. He was lying flat on his back, hands under his head and one knee bent. It was the knee farthest from Gary, which meant it did nothing to hide the whopping erection the guy was sporting.

"Hi! Are you gonna stand there letting all the heat out, or are you coming inside?" asked the guy, a lazy smile on his face.

"Oh. Ehm, sorry", said Gary, closing the door and taking a seat on the bench to his left, well away from the other man.

"Come closer", said the guy, sitting up and patting the bench beside him, which was still moist with his sweat. When Gary hesitated, the guy looked sternly at him. Gary did as he was told.

"Nice", said the man, grabbing Gary's erection, which hadn't subsided one bit since he entered the sauna. He stroked it lightly, and Gary moaned. This had to be a dream.

The man stood up, letting Gary look at him thoroughly. From his appearance, he seemed to be around 40. Not so tall, but pretty muscular. His long, blonde hair was slicked back.

"You want this?" Insolently, the man arched his back, showing off he fat, veiny cock. Gary stayed still, and the man grabbed the back of his head and pulled. Gary opened his mouth, taking in the head of the man's big hog.

"Yeah, that's good, man! Suck it! Use your mouth!"

Gary increased his speed, bobbing eagerly on the man's large cock. With his experience, he had no trouble taking it in. As he heard the man beginning to take shorter breaths, his left hand strayed down to his own pecker. He used his thumb to spread the precum seeping from the slit all over the glans, then began to jerk it in the traditional manner.

"Mmmmm! Yeah! I'm gonna cum soon. You're not gettin' away now, buddy. You're takin' my load down your throat." The man pushed harder on the back of Gary's head, forcing more of the thick tube inside his mouth. Gary felt his own balls rising, and knew the eruption wasn't far away. The pushing was so hard by now, he was almost gagging. He sure hoped the man would cum before that happened.

Frantically pulling on his pud, Gary stiffened and held his breath as he felt the familiar contractions in his groin and the hot, slimy fluid hit his hands and thighs, and started rolling down his shaft, drenching his balls and pubic hair.

"Here goes!" panted the man above him, as Gary felt the first warm jet of semen hit his palate. Accompanied by five short, jerky movements the entire charge fired, barely allowing Gary a taste of the salty, bitter fluid.

"You did good, buddy" said the man above him, smiling at Gary. "Now get up!"

Gary docilely allowed himself to be pulled to his feet. The blonde man kissed him roughly, one hand on the back of his head, the other caressing his ass. All of a sudden, Gary was twisted round 180 degrees, then pushed forward. He caught himself in time, using both hands to support his body on the sauna benches. Timidly, he glanced backward to see what the man was doing. Before he could figure it out, however, he felt something pushing at his anus. Quickly, brutally, the tender orifice was ripped apart, and something huge penetrated.

"I'm fuckin' you now. You like that, huh?"

Gary moaned loudly with the pain. That subsided pretty quickly, though. What with the sweat on his own body and the spit the man must have used, there was lubrication. And it wasn't like Gary had never taken a big cock in his behind. Not so many, but he had tried big ones, all right.

The man was pounding mercilessly, whispering obscenities all the while. Gary felt his own meat responding, in spite of the recent release.

The fucking continued for at least five minutes, with Gary sinking deeper into a lower level of consciousness all the time. The long, thick tube massaging the nerve endings at his opening as well as his swollen prostate, the heat, the whole situation...He couldn't cope with it on a normal level, and just surrendered to the feelings in his body.

The fucker behind him seized Gary's throbbing erection, pulling at it. None too gently, either.

"I'm cumming! I'm sending my load inside you, all the way up to your throat! Fuck, yeah!"

Gary felt the man's sperm travel all the way up, and he tasted it. The knowledge that this was impossible, was tucked away in some far recess of his mind, and the taste was real at that moment. Then he shot his own load. Vaguely, he noted the spunk flying all over the benches, over his own thighs, landing on the man's hand. He passed out, nearly, hanging limply in the man's arms. With some effort, he returned to the land of the living, letting the man pull him back up. As the man kissed his neck, he whispered to Gary: "Was it as good as last week, Gary?"

"As good as ever, Ben", answered Gary.

Abdul stopped his taxi at the rear entrance to the building with the pool and waited. He'd been doing this most Wednesday mornings for three years now. At the beginning, he wondered why the men didn't let their own drivers transport them to and fro. Their explanation was obvious: They lived large portions of their existences in the public light. They really needed some time to be on their own; to just be buddies together, doing buddy things. This made sense to Abdul. He knew he could probably make a bit of money selling the secret to the press, but that would be a betrayal of confidence. Abdul, being a good and devout Muslim, found the very thought abhorrent. And anyway, he had what he needed for himself and his family. He didn't want the money.

Ah, there they were. Abdul again was struck by the athletic, youthful appearance of these men. Heck, Abdul himself, at 40, was younger than both of them, yet he always thought of them as youngsters. Especially Ben Goldberg. With that long, blonde hair, he really did look like a kid, at least from some angles.

Abdul opened the door and greeted them briefly.

"Good morning, Senator Masters. Mayor Goldberg." He gave a slight bow, and the senator smiled, shaking his head. Abdul knew. He was supposed to call them "Gary" and "Ben". But these were men of rank and distinction. One was a leader of the nation, the other the leader of his city. They deserved respect. Greeting them was a bit of a special occasion for a humble man like Abdul.

"Did you enjoy your time in the pool today, gentlemen?"

"As always", replied Benjamin Goldberg. Gary Masters just smiled once more. Abdul drove off.

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written by einhard