Gone Stumping

Aiden Montgomery stared up from his reclined position on the bed and tried to imagine what the actual height of the vaulted ceiling might be at its center. Ten feet? Maybe more, maybe less? The unique curvature of the cornice detail surrounding it was something the likes of which he had only seen in films and in magazines. A blunt jab into his rib jolted him out of his architectural observation as Phillip Brenton knelt against his torso and began kissing the young man's forehead, proceeding downward to his taught neckline.

Smiling in a somewhat forced reaction, Aiden groaned an almost inaudible acknowledgement.

“You like that?” Phillip asked with a discernable growl to his tone.

Aiden let out a more affirmative grunt-like sound to confirm his apparent approval. He stretched his naked and muscular frame, which covered the entire length of the four-poster bed he was splayed upon. His hands, stretched above his head, felt the deep crevices of the elaborately carved wooden headboard. He sighed, tracing the contours of the intricate design with his fingers, as if inhaling its richness through his skin. A smile emerged on his lightly stubbled chin.

His sandy brown hair rustled against the billowy white pillows that anchored the head of the substantive bed. The word “luxury” flashed in his mind repeatedly. Sporadic movements of his head seemed to pet his choppy hair down at the sides, leaving the top unruly and wild, in the way he occasionally spends plenty of time and hair product to achieve. He simply decided to enjoy the man caressing and kissing him, accepting the previously unwelcome advances with closed eyes and clenched fists.

Phillip Brenton was no stranger to a man in his bed. He was, however, not accustomed to being intimate with this man, whom he had lusted after for such a long time. Currently serving an elected term as state senator, he was vying for the recently vacated congressional seat that overlapped his eastern Pennsylvania district. At the present moment, however, he had his eye on one particular, rather sought-after seat: Aiden Montgomery’s. The senator may have set his sights on a higher political conquest, but the only prize that consumed his every thought at the moment was his newly appointed campaign manager, lying in his bed right then.

Equal in height to Aiden’s six-foot-tall frame, Senator Brenton was an imposing figure with a large, barrel-chested build and a full head of lush gray hair. The fact that it was all salt and no pepper led many to believe that he likely visited a salon regularly to maintain the nearly perfect mane. His fifty-nine-year-old hand aggressively caressed the contours of the young man in his bed, tracing a defined pectoral, traveling downward, riding a wave of abdominal ridges along the way. This journey across the young man’s slick skin stopped abruptly when it reached the thicket of lush fur that circled the base of his ample cock.

Kissing Aiden full on the lips, he grasped the newly engorging member as his breath and pulse quickened. Aiden would help him achieve his goal of getting reelected by serving as his campaign manager, but the more pressing matter of an impending release of pent-up lust was about to transpire for the grateful senator.

With the grace of a dancer, Phillip maneuvered his one arm under Aiden's smooth buttocks and turned the lower half of his body over, nearly twisting the young man's lithe frame in half. Aiden responded by completing the turn himself and presenting his backside fully to the eager politician’s gaze. Phillip’s eyes widened as he took in the sight before him. Aiden pressed his gradually hardening cock into the puddle of white sheets covering the bed and clenched his butt cheeks to send a subliminal wink to the now salivating man behind him. At once, the senator began to massage the twin mounds of pliable flesh with his equally supple hands. Grasping and releasing the contours with great fervor, his hands made their way around Aiden’s rear as his eyes also hungered for similarly close contact.

A calculated grasp pulled one side of his buttocks from the other and revealed the pink prize of Aiden's bounty. After a quick return to its original position, another grasp revealed the crease again, and Phillip inserted a finger against the soft flesh, as if holding a page in a book. His finger remained to tease the tightly closed opening with subtle massaging.

This was not the senator’s first attempt at a seduction. He recalled when he’d originally interviewed the man presently in his bed, and today was, for him, the culmination of a calculated series of events designed to achieve this very result. Along the way, the senator had been surprised to find a great deal of substance behind Aiden's pitch-perfect presentation style. Aiden not only had the right clothes, the right style, and the right persona, his intuitive approach to marketing had been invaluable to the senator’s PR efforts. He’d quickly ascended out of the ranks of the political backroom and into the cozy position alongside the senator in strategy sessions and campaign-development meetings.

It had been a logical choice for Senator Brenton to name him his new campaign manager, and his reaction to that very news confirmed that the senator had made the right choice. The right choice indeed, he thought as he heard Aiden moan in appreciation of his meandering finger.

Phillip proceeded to straddle the young man, all the while maintaining his contact on the sensitive cushion of the pink-colored lining of Aiden’s rear. The move provided his excuse to slide the finger into the tight confines, and Aiden let out a sigh as he did so. Using his free hand to pull the young man's backside close to his kneeling stance, he guided him closer as his throbbing cock rose to meet the crease of flesh in front of it. Phillip pressed tightly against it, filling the chasm nicely with his stubby, curved cock.

With each gentle push against the taught flesh, the head of his penis rose to crest the top of the young man’s round bottom. Reaching for the lube he had earlier placed on the bed, he smeared the entire area of Aiden’s ass and circled a slick ring around his cock, pushing it all the way down to the base of his shaft.

With both hands on Aiden’s hips, he changed the angle of his midsection and drove a more direct thrust toward the center of Aiden’s now awaiting hole. Aiden contracted in response to the sudden entrance and lunged forward, staying just out of penetration range of the probing cock.

“More,” he said as he nodded over his shoulder toward the lubrication container.

Phillip responded with a generous application and quickly made a second attempt to penetrate. With a loud groan, Aiden released his tightly closed grip and the now slick cock pushed past his entrance and filled his insides. Dual moans coordinated with the first few thrusts as Phillip finally got the momentum to ride his campaign manager the way he had wanted to since the first time they’d met, just a few months back. The senator was used to getting what he wanted, and Aiden Montgomery was no exception.

Aiden demanded more of the quick thrusts that slid into him as he timed a backward lunge of his own to meet the senator’s efforts with a crashing collision. The rhythmic sound of smacking flesh met with moans of pleasure from the two men, and a cell phone chime unexpectedly entered the somewhat musical fray.

Thrust, moan, ring. Thrust, moan, ring. Thrust, no moan, ring….

Aiden looked across the bed at his cell phone and verified that it was silent. Looking back over his shoulder to meet the senator’s eyes, he saw that they were widened, indicating his impending climactic exhilaration.

In that moment, pulses of warm seed suddenly left the senator’s body and entered into the condom within Aiden’s tightening ass. Two solid trusts firmly deposited his remaining cum, and the senator shook his head in an effort to regain consciousness as he quickly removed his cock and reached for his phone.

“Hello” was only half-audible as he opened the phone while he spoke the greeting.

Aiden rolled over as the senator swung himself off to the side of the bed and planted his feet firmly on the floor. Aiden rolled his eyes in realization that the senator had just subconsciously sat normally, apparently thinking that the person on the other end could somehow see him, or tell by the tone of his voice, that he was in a bed. Shaking his head, Aiden scoffed at the irrational notion.

“Oh, Angela. Morning,” he said, and looked back to Aiden, as if to register a response. Aiden was not sure of the desired reaction that Phillip was seeking, so a dual eyebrow raise was all he could muster.

“It’s okay,” Aiden mouthed silently. He then repeated an even more exaggerated eye-roll after the somewhat frantic senator turned back around to continue the conversation.

“I know. I just forgot my, my parking pass,” he said, pausing to take a breath, “and I was not sure if I had the right credentials. I knew I had had them at the house here so I came back. Is something up?” Aiden listened, but could not make out anything that his business associate was relaying to the senator in quick narrative. The senator’s brief responses led to little clarification.

“Okay, what? Protestors?! I'll be in within a half-hour, and we can see what their beef is.” After a lapse of a minute, the senator questioned, “They’re asking about what? Angela! Put Morgan on. Get him on here, now!”

Senator Brenton gave a quick glance over his shoulder and flashed a brief smile to convey assurance to Aiden. Chewing on an already too-short fingernail, he crouched over and away from Aiden when he continued the conversation.

“Listen, Morgan,” he said in a hushed tone. “This can’t come out. Not now. Not before the election.” After a brief delay, he gave up his polite tone and quiet demeanor.

“Remember, it borders my property. It cannot be viewed as being on it!” Another brief pause transpired before he continued in a tone and volume which elevated with each word he spoke. “No, no! This campaign will be swirling in the toilet if the public finds that out. It’s that simple, Morgan! Did you handle having the changes made at the mapping department or not? Well, okay then, if anyone else is asking questions, you had better keep our asses covered on every other front too! Got it?”

Senator Brenton stood up, ran his hand through his thick gray hair, and scratched at the side of his temple while he stared at the wall for a moment. “That was Angela at the office,” he clarified to Aiden unnecessarily as he closed his phone. “There’s some sort of a protest happening at the state house. It’s a bunch of those environmental whackos! We’ve got to see what they're squawking about so we can shut them up.” Recomposing himself for a moment, he rephrased. “Address it, I mean. You need to get a lid put on this protestor nonsense. That’s just the sort of thing that derails campaign momentum, Aiden! I’ve got bigger fish to fry.”

Reaching for a towel and then shifting focus, he began assembling his clothes in order on the bed. “I'll need another shirt here too.” He nodded to the closet door across the expansive master bedroom. Aiden immediately realized his new role as campaign manager was quickly reverting to his previous backroom one. One of doing the senator’s bidding upon command, no matter what the request.

“Okay. I'll shower up and head in too.” Aiden rubbed his face, slowly making a gradual transition in emotions.

“Me first,” the senator snapped.

“Sure. You first,” Aiden quietly repeated.

Aiden deliberately fell back down on the bed and stared blankly at the ceiling. He thought briefly about what, perhaps, the senator had been referring to when he’d spoken of property and mapping issues on the phone. If it was to have any potential impact on the campaign, Aiden was sure that he would be brought up to speed on the facts. Aiden knew that the state senators were closely involved with the casino bidding and vetting process and that Senator Brenton was in fact the chairperson of the Gaming Control Board Committee. He wondered if it had anything to do with that. It did seem a little odd to him, if not ironic, that the very person responsible for choosing the recipients of the state’s six coveted gaming licenses would end up being neighbors to one of the actual casino properties. Steam began to gather and filter out the slightly ajar door that connected the bathroom to the senator’s bedroom. Both Aiden and the doorway seemed to sigh in tandem.

Once the senator had completed dressing, he made his way out the door, fumbling with his tie and mumbling indiscernible words. Aiden rubbed his face and got up to sit on the edge of the bed, carefully taking stock of the room in the morning daylight. It was not hard for him to imagine this being his home. This was exactly how Aiden imagined his life. Success at last! Once again, he allowed his hands to resume their exploration of the room, taking note of the pewter lamp that illuminated the small bedside stand. Pottery Barn, he surmised.

Next to the nightstand, he noted the heavily wooded window frame as he approached and touched the frame lightly. There's something about top quality double-cased, glass window panels like these. This was one that proudly proclaimed its manufacturer. A quality endorsement of this sort ensured your window would be featured in some decorating magazine, or even perhaps Architectural Digest. It was the brand-name identity that you could talk to your friends about over lunch, he mused.

Did I mention we just installed Legacy windows? A commentary that was sure to evoke an all-knowing sigh of agreement from your well-toothed friends across the café table, Aiden thought while growing a blissful smile.

As Aiden traced the Legacy Windows logo engraved in the glass panel, a glint of light distracted his thought process and managed to return him to the present moment. He curiously squinted to see what it was in the distant wood line that’d caused the spark of light. Reaching for the handle of the door next to the window casing, he opened it and slid through the slight opening after grabbing the set of binoculars that the senator kept handy for occasional wildlife viewing. Seeing the burst of light again, he pulled the lenses to his eyes and fumbled with the center dial to bring the curious image in the distance into focus.

Amidst the tree line of foliage and greenery, a chrome fender shifted in and out of view. The silver surface threw flashes of bright light splintering into starburst shapes of pure sunlight. Twin image circles gradually merged to form one solid view, and embossed lettering that spelled the word “FORD” became visible as he steadied the binoculars. A blue truck bed was moving ever so slightly in and out of frame, bobbing slightly up and down.

Backing up on the magnification setting, Aiden sought to complete the picture by seeing more of the context. Panning across, he was able to see more clearly the back of a blue pickup truck, obviously an older model but nicely maintained, perhaps even recently washed. A glimpse of a set of disjointed legs caused him to fumble the lenses and lose the view for a moment. Returning to the composition in a clumsy manner, he began to make sense of what he was seeing.