Affairs of State

The Secretary looked out the window to see if there was any indication that troop movement was imminent. Nope. "Right, left or under this time? Or, pool style with the end of the putter?

"The latter but who's doing to sponge our pants in time?"

"Oh, yes." He picked up the phone, punched a side button that lit up green. "Any sign of them? Agent call in? Helicopter...." He was getting frustrated..."Kiddie car, bicycle, John Deere Tractor..." Then slammed the phone down. "We could take off our pants, no knee grease then."
In the end we shucked off both our suits coats and our pants, just made it easier. I wondered what the picture of this might look like to anyone who happened to open the door? Secretary of State and a young man who told the President he was gay on the floor of the Oval Office minus their pants. That would be the President of the United States, just to clarify and I'd done it the day before as we strolled down the tenth at Congressional. I hadn't quite meant to do it out in public ...Congressional was a private course and it was just The President, me, my father, Arnold Palmer and another Cabinet Level Secretary, I forget which one. That's why he was President, didn't bat an eye, congratulated me on my honesty and said he wished all young men could be that forthcoming. Oh,  which Academy did I want an appointment to? He and my Father had just finished laying out the golf course for the new Air Force Academy but some instinct said I was better of seeking a private education-Life was already tough for a gay guy even with the support of the President of the United States. 

On the floor Secretary Dulles and I were actually having a good time, by now we'd removed our shoes and were down to our hose and the garters that held them up. Being the less likely to be noticed if I was a bit gritty, I was full flat trying to make a bank shot off the leg of a chair and spot it in the beak of the Eagle. I was already one down as Dulles had scored on a tricky lie during which he used the carving in the carpet to put some English on his ball and stick it in one claw. One to one. Only two choices, I could knock his ball out of place and hope my stayed or I could go for the win and plonk it in the remaining claw. 

"Hard choice, young man, hard choice. Which will it be?"

It would be knocking his ball off the whole carpet, using the Newtonian Physics of causing my ball to stop after intersecting his and took the win. He rolled over on his side, extended his hand, congratulated me and said I should work for Allen, his brother, who ran the CIA, he was always looking for good looking sneaky men. 

"Another?" 

"Sure, how about a drink?"

"Po-si-tive." He took a golf ball and threw it at a door which produced a secret service type who took our drink order. What he thought? Hmm. What I thought from my angle? Really good basket, really fine work there. Wondered if we could get him on the floor without his pants? Naw, three ball was for two people but I made a mental note to make sure he took me to a Senators game or up to Maryland for La Crosse at the U. There. Great little game La Crosse. Short shorts for long dicks and low hangers...Hmmm. And, of course, after the game, since it would be a hot day, my Agent escort and I would go back, meet the team, strip and shower with them. That was one. My taste ran to something a bit older, dirtier of mouth, easier to pop towels which meant...the Senators. Took them longer to shower and, who knew, the hunky sports guys from the Philly paper might join us. 

A silver tray with agent attached was proffered causing him to squat down to avoid tipping the tray. Uhm, good move, his cock and balls were highlighted against his summer weight pants. Lot of good meat there and no ring on his finger. Wonder whether he'd prefer La Crosse or Baseball? 

"Branch?" Mr. Secretary was pouring out. Each tumbler had a couple of ice cubes and he was indicating by holding a hand over first one then the other, Scotch or Bourbon. I smiled, "Sir, I'm  Bourbon man, just like you and Mr. President." Big smile, well, for him it was  big smile. Each glass was about half filled, he handed me one, we saluted each other and had a pull. "Good, wonder what they're pouring here these days?" He was right, it was good, some of the best but this was the White House and no way did they have a "house call". This was the ultimate house call. 

"I do believe I heard a rumor about you and something you told the President."

"Sir, that isn't rumor, that's truth. Guess it won't make me any friends but...." Mr. Secretary looked right into my eyes. "Son, that makes you a man that cannot be hurt, you're going to get a truck load of manure...but...you've been honest." Paused while we each took another pull. "Course I can't tell you this..."

"Okay, don't tell me I'll not hear it."

"Get the shy guy who's the best shot to take you to the ball game."

"I'll take your advice Sir and thanks, I'll see he has a good farm boy roll." Mr. Secretary smiled and reached across to first dress up my drink and then his." Apparently he remembered something as he looked at me and started to laugh. "Son, I knew I liked you, what was the story you told Alice (Roosevelt Longworth, daughter to President Theodore Roosevelt) at her house that night? About the general?" I smiled and remembered myself.

He scooched up against a wall grabbing a pillow from a chair and waited to hear it again. 

"Mac Arthur was coming to Colorado Springs while they were working on turning Cheyenne Mountain into the Nato deep head quarters, I guess it was on the list of tourist attractions if you were important enough. So..."paused for a sip, "someone had to give some sort of party and all the brass wouldn't do it. I think it was Air Marshal Slemon from Canada who said he'd be happy to give him a neck tie party.  But nobody took that seriously. Anyway Carter and one other three star dropped by our house and pleaded with my parents to do something and, cuz we liked all these men, knew the slings their asses were in, said we'd do it." 

"Fine. I'm told I can meet the great man and ask some sort of intelligent question if I wanted to. The question I really wanted to ask was what sort of ass hole, sorry Sir, would name their kid Arthur Mac Arthur. Well I know that's a poor choice and, as happened, I was going through my Napoleon period and that gave me an idea. Good question, right up his line, military, all would be proud of me. "

The night arrives and, of course, our home is lousy with not only high, very high ranking officers from two or three countries but every service has contributed waiters, bartenders and liquor from their mess hall, our servants and cooks had made a casual but good dinner and all is going well. Okay. The great man is sitting on a chair in our main saloon holding court when my mother asks if I might be introduced as I'm an admirer and have a military question? Well of course, love to meet the lad, and so I'm brought out, probably a bigger lad than he'd expected and the South African accent was a slight surprised. We did the shake hands, pleased to meet you how old boy you're tall oh..your mother says there's something you'd like to know. He holds up his hand, calls for silence so that all could hear The Question. Silence. He's looking at me expectantly and so I let fire.

"General, I've been reading about Napoleon and his battles." Mac Arthur smiles nods, " When you left the troops in the Philippines wasn't that like Napoleon deserting the troops in Russia in the Winter?" 

A lot more silence. Mr. Secretary, although he's heard it before, is convulsed and, outside a door, more laughter from agents who hadn't heard it but had been told I was a pistol. This time he filled both our glasses almost full up. "Never, ever say that you don't know the truth from shit because you do." He looked at me, reached up on the President's desk, fumbled around and found a phone, dialed a number. "Al, I've got you PJ here, yeah, that one, and he just told me again the Mac Arthur story. You heard it? Oh, at Alice's that night." 

He actually was a nice guy whatever else his critics may have said. "Nother game?" He was still laughing or maybe the Bourbon was having a modest effect on him. Not me, I drank with grandfather and all the guys when we played poker so I was fine. 

"Tell you what, PJ, that story gets you a prize and I'll see it's sent to you." He looked at the carpet and the golf balls. "Hey, someone, where are they now, any word?" The word was they were in the locker room at Burning Tree. "Well we've got time for six more...your break." 

For this sort of entrance there were no ruffles and flourishes just two agents, my father and the President. Ike looked at his Secretary of State who was attempting a brilliant, if technically very difficult shot under the desk, had to run diagonally across the edge, knock off my ball and end up in the beak of the Eagle. The gallery was very quiet. Damn, he made it. We both stood up, put on our pants and jackets and the day diminished back to being a typical moment with the President in the Oval office. I retreated to being a non-entity and plans for dinner were discussed. I felt two arms go over my shoulders and back me out of the room.

"A friend says you and I might have something in common. That about right? I looked up and saw a very friendly face surmounted by a crewcut and sapphire blue eyes smiling at me. " Tomorrow, you, me and a couple of buddies, the Senators game. Good to get out of the house now and again, don't you think? By the way, call me Don.:" He gently pressed my butt against his crotch and I shouldn't have but, oh what the hell, "Shouldn't that be 'long Don' Agent?" "Yep, it certainly could be. Now, after laying around on that floor, I bet you could use a shower same as I could having walked eighteen holes. Deal?"

"I'll follow you." On our way to wherever the showers were, couldn't resist it, took off our shoes and went gliding down the main diplomatic reception hall, all marble, good fun. 

"Nobody here. Just us." Don slid out of his jacket, as did I, his pants, as did I, shirt, socks shoes, leaving only his tie. He reached down and collected my balls in his hand. "How old are you, PJ"

"Does it matter, we're not going to cross a state line and, fuck, if we did I've got a driver's license that Gaur-an-tees I'm 21." He smiled. "I just bet you do. Guess there's no chance of catching a Virgin in the White House?" I smiled and just shook my head no. "What about you, agent? Got some cherries left over from the Cherry Blossom Festival for me:?" 

"Sorry, PJ, that ship said the day after I joined the Marines. Drill sergeant said he had an allergy to virgins so by the next morning we'd have short arm and deep tail inspection." He looked out at nothing I could see. Memories. Shaking his head he leaned onto the wall of nobs and spigots. "How hot do we want to be?"

"Well, Don, here's how it is, I kinda like to start at the front, that'd be warm, then work our way on up as high as we wanna go. Good thing here, if anything dribbles in here, no clean up and, Don, I like a good long shower." He looked closely at me, stepped over the slight division between shower area and the lockers with benches and turned the key on the door. "You're a smart ass kid, aren't you."

I turned and dropped my tighties. "Yep, I'm a tight assed smart ass kid and this is no eyedropper."

 I held up and offered him my cock. 

"Sorry kid, I can't wait. Listening to old men talk about shit I don't give a damn about, well, over here, the bench, stick it up.:" I did and he worked up a good sized wad, let it fly down my glory hole followed by one long push to the bottom.

"You don't waste time. Guess that means I have to spank you for that." I was not uneducated in sex. Before he knew it, he was pinned between a rock and a hard place and both of them were about to milk him dry. Took me twenty minutes before I let him loose, he was moaning and pleading for, alternately, release and more. But I wasn't through with him. I rolled on my back extended my cock, grabbed his neck and pushed his open mouth down a good seven inches." Now slurp while I take a piss then we'll get to more serious matters."

Once he was loose and knew what was expected, he was a damn fine cock sucker. Hoped some of the other agents had the pleasure for indeed it was. After these casual introductions, during which plans for the following day were made, we had a leisurely shower, each washing the other  then just leaning against the wall with a nozzle, turned up to blast, playing on us. Got hotter until he flicked the handle and the cold stopped our pores, made our nuts draw up and almost made his beard fall out. 

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I was late to dinner and had to apologize for that and another apology to the First Lady; Earlier in the morning we'd been out playing the pitch and put course the President had put in and I'd chipped on a ball a little too aggressively and put it through a window in her bathroom. She smiled, said not to worry, when you were married to a golfer, this sort of thing happened all the time. "Ike, tell him about the package window in our new car. Honestly, golf..."

It was a pleasant dinner, food was good and, after he was handed a note, Secretary Dulles asked if I might be excused, an agent had been found to take me to a night game. "I'll bet, I thought to myself and I'll bet I know the agent." No problem in being excused, the agent said he'd make sure I was billeted for the night and tomorrow, with President's permission, he'd take me to the gun range at Quantico and show me their new gym then probably a Senator's game in the afternoon. I thought, oh Don, I know why you're in the Secret Service after today, tonight and tomorrow, there are going to be plenty of secrets to be kept. I did the round the table shake hands, my Dad slipped me ten bucks, the President gave me Twenty and Secretary Dulles gave a fifty plus a card with an address on it. Mrs. Eisenhower gave me a grandmotherly kiss and said I hoped I'd enjoy myself. I smile and said with all the kindnesses, I was sure of it. 

Around the corner was Don smiling and, since we were  in sight range of ushers and others, gave me a casual handshake and said, loud enough to be heard in the family dining room, that it was sure nice of Mr. Secretary to let him have the time off, this was a game he wanted to see. 

I'll bet.

"Dulles hand you anything?" I showed him the card which he stuck in his breast pocket. "Great, lets blow this dump before we get elected. More sliding in our socks on the marble and, not bothering with shoes, out the diplomatic entrance into a car that had no White House markings. Don hopped in, I got in on the other side, he looked at the card again and we were off. Salutes at the gate and he waved back.

We crossed the Key Bridge into Georgetown and, as we moved along, he pulled out a sack of clothes for me, not the coat and tie, just Levis, a polo shirt, comfort wear which, I figured, I wouldn't have to wear for very long. 

Down an alley then Don paused by a close garage door, got out, opened it, found there was another car, pulled ours in, closed the garage door and went in obviously looking for someone. "Hey, Scottie, the Secretary sent over desert. Gotta see this one, Uhm he's hot."

Scottie or that's who I guessed it was, showed up stark naked but another credit to the Secret Service. Miami tan and gym worked out, he was a full yum, yum. I thought quickly and had a brain wave. I was seeing rarity for that age and time, mated partners. Just the way they held each other told me all I needed to know. 

"Guys, I got something for you and it did not come from Dulles, but me. This place has two bedrooms I would imagine so...lets all do something I like to do and then something you like to do. Lets get wet, share some sperm then I'm going to jump into the single bed in the guest room while the two of you, well, you know, make good use of this private time cuz I bet you don't get many opportunities. Their eyes glassed over with almost tears and they were for me and thanks. Good kissers too, gotta hand them that. Kept asking if I was sure because there was room for three and I looked good enough to fit in their sandwich but no dice. Right there I peeled, they stripped so I took Don by his dong and led them to the shower which surprized me at how easily it held all three of us. Good wash up, horseplay, everybody dried everybody then I started looking for my room. It was early and there was a television so I'd be entertained. 

One or two last things. Scottie handed me a bottle of some kind of oil he said you couldn't buy as well as two boxes of Kleenex. I could take a hint. Oh, and one last thing, from the game tomorrow, a little souvenir to me. There was a second string centerfielder I would enjoy and he was their present to me. Such swell guys.

Two weeks later, from the State Department came a new passport, the sort issued to diplomats. With it, two notes, from two agents, who said...anytime...word gets around and, after he was able to walk and chew gum, he'd referred me to a buddy on the team....

One thing, that year I guessed I'd have more than a passing interest in who was in the World Series....

This is only about 70% true. I told the President I was gay at Augusta. Dulles did provide me the passport and the story about MacArthur is all true. He saw me several times over the years and I could tell he hadn't forgotten. The dinner at Mrs. Longworth's true. Breaking the window in the Frist Lady's bath room, true. The agent and me in the shower, oh boy is that true as well as their tryst in Georgetown that evening. I did get a ball playing Senator which did lead to some other interesting meetings. So much so that, on a train from Boston that fall, we shared a table with Ted Williams and his manager. Williams was pleased to meet me, he'd heard my name but, I could tell, not why.

Did Dulles and I strip off our pants and play three putt? I may have overstated how much I had to drink but the Secretary was really annoyed at being kept waiting by the President. Did  I fuck a Secret Service agent? Else where, under the title "Purr" I've written more extensively about my involvement with the Secret Service.

To those of you who will be disappointed this isn't dripping with sex, Guys, this is the White House, the President, the Leader of the Free World.  But what I got and gave, outside the place itself. certainly had its virtues.

PJ