Cocklust Ch. 23

"Well, it's important. Power and politics make the world go round."

"Is that one of your professors talking?"

"Not exactly," he said. "You know why I picked that major in the first place?"

"No...."

"I mean... no surprise, my dad wanted me to enlist. He would've loved for me to join the Navy like he did. But I knew it wasn't for me. I kept hearing him gripe about how politicians kept ordering them around... and that's the part I latched onto. I realized they were the only people who outrank people like him." He sighed. "I know it sounds shitty now, after all that's happened, but that was my thinking back then."

"Sh," I said as I put my finger on his lips. "You don't need to apologize. And you sure as hell shouldn't feel guilty about it."

"That's easy for you to say."

"There's nothing wrong with your life choices. That's what I've been trying to tell you."

Chad looked like he was about to put his arms around me. But then he paused, stepped away from me, and straightened his posture. "The Secret Service is probably watching us."

"So? How are we doing anything wrong?"

"I'm just saying." He stuck his hands in his pockets and headed down the sidewalk. "We should save that stuff for later. When we're alone."

I was tempted to object, but I bit my lip. I just followed him down the street.

We spent most of the afternoon exploring the city. We actually did find a hell of a lot to see, especially at the Smithsonian. We checked out the ruby slippers from The Wizard of Oz, which took me right back to my childhood. We also saw the original Star-Spangled Banner, which was more up Chad's alley.

We ended up at Seth's office on Capitol Hill. Seth promised to show us around, but first he had to take a call. While we waited, we chatted with a guy named Tony. He apparently worked for the House Armed Services Committee, and he totally looked the part, with a grey suit and buzz cut.

Tony and Chad hit it off, since they basically spoke the same language. Chad launched into a bunch of questions about Middle East policy, the V.A., and other wonky stuff. I could hear the passion in his voice, which I hadn't heard in a while.

Tony's eyebrows went up too. "Boy," he said, "you sure know your politics."

"I try...."

"So tell me: how long have you boys been together?"

Those words caught me off guard, and Chad visibly flinched. Our straight-acting jig was apparently up. "U-uh...."

"You know," Tony said, "my husband and I have been together twenty years."

Husband? I thought. This guy hadn't set off my gaydar at all.

"Oh," Chad said, "w-well, I mean, we met about a year ago...."

"How'd you meet? If you don't mind my asking."

Chad blinked, then started to loosen up. "Through school," he said. "It's... originally his dorm room was down the hall from mine. And we rushed our fraternity together."

I bit my lip at the thought of the X-rated details he'd left out. Those memories got me pretty hard, though I didn't let on.

"That's fantastic," Tony said. "I met Craig in the service. He works for the State Department now."

I had to admit I was thrown for a loop. This guy had clearly seen through our charade. I had to wonder if other people had caught on too, or if it took a trained eye. I wanted to ask Tony so many questions: how long had he been out? What was it like being gay in this town? Had it ever held him back?

Tony kept on chatting like it wasn't a big deal. "So are you boys from Wheeler's district?"

"I am," Chad said. "But Scott's from outside Chicago."

"Well, maybe you can still use your pull," Tony said.

"What do you mean?"

"I've been trying to get Wheeler to join the Congressional LGBT Equality Caucus. So if you can get Seth to talk him into it--"

"Wait... you're not saying my congressman is gay?"

"No, but he doesn't have to be. Only a few of the caucus members actually are. The rest of them are allies, though if they were in the club too, they wouldn't exactly be alone."

"What do you mean?"

"You know D.C. is gayer than any of the fifty states?"

Chad frowned. "You're kidding."

"It's true. Demographically speaking, it's one of the gayest cities in the country-- right up there with San Francisco. But most people have no idea."

Chad and I exchanged glances. I was tempted to say something about our charade, but I bit my lip.

"I mean," Tony said, "we're not exactly flamboyant queens. Maybe that's why we fly under the radar. But it's been that way for years. You know who was the first president to have hired a gay chief of staff?"

Chad shrugged. "I dunno... maybe Obama?"

"It was George Washington himself. In fact, we probably had a gay president too: James Buchanan. Of course in those days nobody talked about it except maybe in whispers. But nowadays no one bats an eye... at least not among the locals."

I could sense the wheels turning in Chad's head. He had a far-off look in his eyes, like he was imagining his future. I was hoping he'd say what was on his mind, but I knew better than to ask.

Seth chose that moment to walk up to us. "All right," he said. "I'm at a good stopping point. Are you ready to go?"

"Hold on," Tony said. "What are you boys doing later tonight?"

Chad and I looked at each other. "Uh," Chad said, "I don't really know."

"The National Equality Council is holding their big conference this week. They're doing a cocktail hour at the Kennedy Center. It starts at seven. You should come."

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely. If anybody asks, tell them I invited you." He reached into his jacket and pulled out his card. "Hope to see you there."

I didn't know what to say, and I don't think Chad did either. We just thanked him, shook his hand, and followed Seth out the door.

Seth gave us a great tour of the Capitol. We rode a little subway straight into the building. We checked out the visitor center, then went up to the rotunda. We technically got to see the Senate in session, though most of the chamber was empty; a lone senator was giving a speech, apparently for the sake of the T.V. cameras. Chad kept asking questions and pointing out details. I wasn't nearly as excited, mainly because I kept having flashbacks to eighth-grade civics class. But I loved seeing Chad get so into it.

We ended up spending way more time there than we'd planned. When we finally left, the sun was hanging low in the sky. We had almost a postcard view of the city, with the Mall and the Washington Monument off to the west. Long shadows raked across the ground.

"Hey, let me get your picture," Seth said.

"Are you sure?" Chad asked.

"Everybody does it."

Chad looked at me and shrugged. "Okay," he said as he handed Seth his phone.

For the first time since we'd left the house, I put my arm around Chad. Fortunately he didn't resist. He just looked in my eyes, then turned to the camera.

I tried to keep a pokerface, but to be honest, it was the best I'd felt all day. My boyfriend was letting us be publicly seen together-- and be photographed together-- as a couple. Right in front of the ultimate center of power.

Seth finished taking our pictures, then handed back the phone. The pictures actually turned out really cool. They were definitely Instagram-worthy, and could easily be profile pics.

That moment set the tone for the evening. After some discussion, we decided to go with Tony's suggestion, and we headed off to the Kennedy Center. Our cocktail hour was being held on the roof, which had an even better view: it overlooked the Potomac with a panoramic view of the city. The attendees were a who's-who of gay advocates, from all kinds of organizations, along with a few special guests.

We found Tony and Craig, who took us through the crowd and introduced us to one big name after another. It was pretty surreal. I'd seen a lot of these people on T.V., and I'd heard of others in the news, but I'd never imagined I'd be mingling with them. One woman had fought in the Stonewall Riots and had been an activist ever since. She introduced us to her wife, who had worked on the case of Lawrence v. Texas.

Chad took to this stuff like a duck to water. These people obviously weren't hiding who they were, nor were they being weird about it. And they came in all shapes and sizes: some had military backgrounds like Tony and Craig, while others were entrepreneurs or artists or who-knows-what-else. But they'd all found a mission in life, and they wanted to make a difference-- and in many cases, they did help change the world. It seemed like the sky was the limit for them.

At one point I went to use the bathroom, and when I came back, I found Chad standing all by himself. He had a pensive look on his face as he stared at the lights of the Watergate next door.

I walked up behind him, and I put my cheek against his. "You know," I said, "I don't think you told me the truth before. At least not completely."

Chad turned around to face me. "Say what?"

"You have a real knack for this stuff. Politics and civics I mean. And I don't think it's just because of your dad."

"Yeah, well... you don't need to get weird about it."

"I'm just saying, I want you to do what you love."

Chad flashed a hint of the grin I loved so much. Then he slid his hand down my back till it rested on my ass. "That's what I'm already doing."

"You know what I mean."

"Yeah I do." He pulled me toward him. "I just wish this shit wasn't so complicated."

"Me neither," I replied. Then my eyes met his, and before I knew what was happening, Chad's lips brushed against mine. He hesitated for a second, but then he seemed to lose all inhibitions. His tongue dove into my mouth, and he clutched my body hard.

"Oh fuck," he gasped between kisses. He pressed me against the railing, but I wasn't about to resist. There was something karmic about doing this in front of the Watergate, home of the biggest scandal of all-- and in plain view of nearly every other landmark in town.

My dick was rock hard by then. Part of me wanted to just ravage Chad in the bushes or something, and anyone who didn't like it could go fuck themselves. But it seemed Tony was right: as far as I could tell, no one paid us any mind.

We kept making out till we were both out of breath. I could feel Chad's boner pressing against my thigh. My heart was pounding, but I forced myself to step back. I knew we had to get back to Seth's place if we wanted to have a real proper fuck.

Our trip back was mostly a blur. It seemed to take forever, though part of that was probably in my mind. Both Chad and I were horny as hell. I half-hoped the train would empty out so we'd have it to ourselves; but we had no such luck.

When we did get back, we didn't even make it to the bed. We barely managed to shut the door behind us. We were making out so intensely that we tripped over our feet, and both of us fell to the floor.

Chad landed on top of me, and he immediately fumbled for my crotch. He undid my fly, grabbed my pants, and yanked them down. He untied my shoes and tossed them aside. Then he slid my underwear down my legs, and he pulled off my socks. Then he reached up and gripped my dick. "God yeah," he said, and without another word, he took my cock in his mouth.

"Oh shit," I gasped. This was the Chad I loved so much. He was so passionate, so crazy, and so messy-- nothing like the uptight guy I'd seen earlier. I wanted him to just take charge and have his way with me. Most of all, I wanted to give him all the pleasure he'd been doing without.

Chad was sucking me so hard that I half-expected to get a hickey. I'd almost forgotten how great his blowjobs really were. I could feel his tongue sliding up and down my shaft, and I could sense my cockhead hitting the back of his throat. He using his free hand to play with my balls, and as he did, he looked at me over the rims of his glasses.

I grabbed the bed's foot above me. Fuck, I thought, this man was an expert. I didn't even know how I deserved him. But I could tell he wanted my dick as badly as I wanted him to have it. I could feel the carpet fibers digging into my back, but I didn't want him to stop.

Chad spread my legs wider, then started caressing my taint. He flicked his fingers across my skin, almost as if he was playing an instrument. Then he zeroed in on my boyhole. His fingertips circled around it at first-- oh fuck that felt good-- before they made their way inside.

"Yeah baby," I said. "Come on up here."

Chad didn't answer me. He just shot me a look as he kept working my cock.

"I want you to fuck me...."

Chad plunged his fingers deep inside me. It felt really fucking good, but I wanted to take this to the next level. I was so hungry for his cock, I could barely contain myself.

I was still wearing Chad's dress shirt with a tank top underneath. I reached down near my crotch, and I undid all my buttons till the shirt fell open. Then I grabbed my tank top and pulled everything over my head. Finally I laid back on the floor fully naked.

Chad hadn't missed a beat. He was still going to town on my penis, servicing it just the way I loved it. I savored the feeling of his fingers inside me, which seemed to pair perfectly with his oral performance. Fuck, that shit felt so good!

I arched my back and pressed my head against the carpet. I tried to keep my legs from moving around, but sometimes they moved anyway. I could tell I was losing control of my body, not that that was necessarily a bad thing. One foot bumped against the wall, and the other might've even kicked Chad, though he didn't seem to mind.

Chad took his mouth off my dick, then made his way to my ballsack. He kissed it a few times, then ran his tongue around my balls. I felt warm puffs on air on my pubes as his breathing got harder and deeper.

"Aw fuck," I said. I put my hands on his head, and I ran my fingers through his hair. His polished haircut was quickly getting disheveled.

Chad sucked my right nut, then my left. He pulled his fingers from my hole-- which suddenly felt very empty, and thus particularly hungry-- and he lifted up my ass. I savored his lips as they tickled my taint. Then, at long last, I felt his tongue on my boyhole.

"Fuck me please," I said. "I'm begging you, baby...."

Chad seemed to chuckle as he played with my cunt. He was clearly enjoying himself. He kept his mouth firmly pressed against my ass while he swung his head back and forth, and his nose nuzzled my balls.

If my body was digging this before, it was downright adoring it now. My nerves were tingling, not just in and around my loins, but all the way from my toes to my armpits and beyond. All I could do was let out a moan.

Chad reached up with one hand, and he fondled my cock. I could feel my balls start to boil. I knew if he kept this going, he'd make me cum. At the same time, I didn't want him to stop.

"Oh yeah...." I let out a loud gasp. "Fuck...."

Chad gripped my dick, harder this time, and he gave it a few tugs. But he also didn't let up on my boyhole. He started stroking and licking away, faster and faster and faster.

I controlled my body as best I could. But I was fucking loving this. I let him keep going till my sphincter tightened around his tongue, and then the rest of my muscles tensed up. "O-o-o-o-o-o baby!" I yelled as my orgasm hit me, and I shot my load all over myself.

"Mmm," he mumbled as he kept licking my butt.

"Shit," I gasped as the last few ropes dribbled out of my cock. They pooled near my bellybutton, and a few drops trickled down my side.

Chad lifted his head. "That's what I'm talking about," he said. Then he kissed the underside of my leg. "That's for the first time we had phone sex."

"What?"

"I wanted to get fucked so bad that night," he said. "But you got me so damn horny, I busted my nut way sooner than I expected. Not that I didn't want it...." He licked his lips. "I'm just returning the favor."

I looked down at Chad. He was still fully clothed, to the point that he'd kept his glasses on the whole time. He looked like he could've been headed for a meeting, except his face was a little flushed. "Speaking of returning the favor," I said, "how do you want to get off?"

"However you want to make me," he said.

"I want to make you cum so hard you don't know what hit you."

Chad licked his lips. At first I thought he'd pull me up to the bed, but he left me lying on the floor. He reached down to my abs and gathered up my jizz. Then he dabbed it on my cunt, unzipped his fly, and pulled out his boner.

I felt my heart skip a beat. I could tell where he was going with this. I lifted my legs again, and I offered him my ass.

Chad positioned his cock against my ring. He paused for a moment, then pressed forward and eased his way inside me.

"Fuck yeah," I said. "Oh shit that feels so good...."

Chad slowly started his thrusts. I felt his long hard shaft rubbing against my interior, back and forth, in and out... fuck, I loved that. It was just what my body was craving.

I couldn't get over the sight of Chad having sex with me fully clothed. It was weird to feel his anatomy inside me yet not be able to see it. I flashed back to my fantasy about doing it at work, and I imagined this was what it must feel like. Then I envisioned Chad as some big powerbroker, like the people we'd met that night, except way more randy than met the eye. My kinky side was eating this up.

Chad pressed his chest against mine, and he gave me a kiss. As he did, I caught a whiff of a musky manly smell, which wasn't gross at all, but it had clearly come from my ass a few moments before. Chad and I started making out, and I savored that amazingly talented butt-munching mouth of his, while I clutched his body as tightly as I could.

I groaned involuntarily, as if my body had a life of its own. Having Chad's cock in my ass was the most incredible sensation. I thrust back against him, syncing my rhythm as best I could. Chad responded in kind, pounding me harder and harder.

After a few minutes, Chad broke off our kiss, and he leaned up. As he did, I saw some of my cum had smeared on his shirt. That stain seemed perfectly becoming on him, and it turned me on even further than before. Chad seemed to feel the same way. He positioned my legs so my feet were pressed against his shoulders. Then he pistoned into me even harder.

"Cum for me," I said, "oh God...."

Chad's grunts got louder and louder, and they came closer and closer together. I knew he was nearing the point of no return. I tightened my sphincter as hard as I could, then worked my torso so my ass was milking his cock.

"I love you baby," I said as I looked in his eyes. "I love you so much...."

Chad seemed about to respond, but then his body shuddered. I felt his dick twitch inside me, and a moment later I felt his juices filling me up. Fuck, I never got tired of that! I grabbed his ass and forced him as deep into me as he could go. Then, when Chad eventually stopped shooting, he collapsed on top of me.

We were both silent at first, except for our heavy breathing. Chad swallowed hard, then kissed my neck. I just laid on the floor and played with his hair.

"Whew," he finally said. "Fuck, I needed that."

"Me too," I replied.

He shifted his body a little. "You know I love you too...."

"I do."

"And... I can't believe we only have a week together. Aw fuck, I wish it was more...."

"I know... but it's like you said. Hopefully we won't be apart for too long, if everything goes according to plan--"

"Yeah," he said, "but I'm still going to miss you."

I held Chad even tighter, and I opened my mouth without thinking. "If you really want to make the best of it...." Then my voice trailed off.

"Then what?"

I debated whether to finish my sentence. Then I figured I might as well. "Well," I said, "we could always make a sex tape or something."