Politicians Son

Part 9

The final Campaign

 As promised the next day the dean of students had Tyler and I reassigned to new rooms, we both hated the idea but knew it would need to be for the better of my dad’s campaign. We were instructed that we couldn’t be with each other alone, and especially not after lights out. We could be together in class, lunch and dinner and library and between 4PM and lights out but only if we were accompanied by security. The new law of the land sounded dreadful to us both.

 Our new rooms were actually two now unused offices in the administration building, after shifting the staff and teachers around. They were on the 3rd floor, at opposite ends from each other, only because there was a faculty restroom there with a shower. So Tyler and I would be sharing the same bathroom but a third office was then also set up for our new security detail, whose primary focus was our safety and keeping us apart.

The dean and Lyle then came down the hall and met with us. That’s when we found out Lyle would be our security detail, all having been pre arranged by my father. Lyle was already moved out of his off campus apartment and situated in an office somewhere between us. Yes he too would need to share the same Bathroom and he would also be attending my classes and dinning arrangements. Tyler had a school appointed “Monitor” to shadow him when his classes didn’t mesh with mine. Lyle’s appointment was the only positive thing that came of this whole thing.

 The first few nights were depressing and I truly missed Tyler, not that we ever spent a lot of nights together in the past, its just that we were restricted from even attempting to now, besides the fact that we couldn’t, made it all the harder for us both. In the morning Tyler had to wait till I was done in the bathroom before he could use it or vice versa and being with him during the day was the highlight for both of us, but there were always people around us, we seemed to lose some physical intimacy between us.

 Lyle was understanding, and often he would allow us to meet in a teachers’ lounge at night where he would join us in cards, board games or watching TV together, but he was always there. We were both thankful that Lyle broke those rules allowing us to touch each other (in a non sexual way) he even turned away on occasion to allow us to kiss and hug. As the semester went on we’d be allowed kiss and hug in public, just as any other boy or girl could do in public.

 One night, Lyle fell asleep early while we were watching television in the teachers’ lounge. It was then Tyler and I took advantage of each other and very quietly took care of touching in a more sensual manner, trying not to be detected. I reached down and touched Tyler’s crotch through his khakis. He Reached over and touched mine too. We quickly leaned into one another and gave each other a very sensual kiss. We began swapping spit with our tongues. We both developed such very, very quick erections that grew instantaneously between us. It was obvious our desire for one another was not being met, here we have started and desperately need to finish. It didn’t take long for my hands to be down into Tyler’s pants, where I began massaging his now very hard meat. It felt so warm and smooth to my touch, yet hard, but I was still able to feel the softness of being able to squeeze the shaft, as our tongues continue to dance in our mouths. I couldn’t believe how much I had missed the touch and the feel of Tyler’s skin, it didn’t take long for Tyler to do the same to me. He had one hand down the front of my pants and the other down the back. His fingers were caressing my crevice like you wouldn’t believe. The sweat was building very dramatically between my cheeks, and I could tell that his finger was slipping and sliding much easier than it would have otherwise. He spread my sweat around between my cheeks. He began pressing firmly against my rosebud, where I couldn’t resist and I pushed back trying to make my hole open to receive his fingers. Meanwhile, he was also easily kneading my very sore and full balls between his fingers of the other hand. I really couldn’t wait, we needed to do something about this. We didn’t want to wake Lyle. We slowly snuck out of the room, and across the hall to Tyler’s room, which was the closest. I started to pull his pants down without even unbuckling his belt or his zipper. It was obvious that his thin swimmers slim body allowed me to do so.  I pulled those trousers down over his hips. Exposing that beautiful, luscious, wanting rod of desire staring me in the face almost begging for attention.

I then concentrated on putting my thumbs into my belt loops trying to pull my pants down below my ass cheeks when my dick popped out like you wouldn’t believe. I really began bouncing up and down as Tyler dropped to his knees, putting my dick in his mouth. I could not believe I needed my dick sucked so badly. His leaking saliva slipped and slid up and down my shaft, while his tongue rotated around the rim of my super sized mushroomed head. Exciting me to no end, and the heat built so graciously in my hardness inside me. My balls began to churn in my nut sack, and I couldn’t wait any longer, when I finally released my juices into Tyler’s lustful awaiting damp mouth. I spasamed 20 to 25 times as I lost count after the first three. My body was twitching like I was having some kind of epileptic fit. With that Tyler stood and pressed his hands down on my shoulders to force me to go to my knees. I began sucking him off, once again, it didn’t take Tyler very long, and with my very adjunct tongue skills, Tyler released his seed deep into my throat. In the middle of Tyler’s spasaming release, we panicked as we heard Lyle coming up the hallway, yelling out our names. Oh my God, I told Tyler we need to get cleaned up and out of here, we needed to hide. I hid in the closet, while Tyler quickly pulled his pants up and himself presentable. So that he did not look suspicious he jumped onto his bed, sitting, picking up a book, upside down mind you, trying to make believe he was reading. As Lyle came in to the room, Lyle then demanded "where is Royce?" And Tyler said he didn’t know, and really wasn’t aware. He was assuming he was still watching TV and Tyler continued to explain he needed to catch up on some homework, so he came back to his room. With that Lyle left the room and headed back towards Royce’s room at the other end of the hall. I quickly jumped out of the closet, adjusted my pants and snuck across the hall behind Lyle quietly, so as to not be detected where I ditched back into the teacher’s lounge. I sat in a corner against the wall and picked up a magazine as if I was reading it when Lyle came back in, demanding that I show myself, I stood as he came through the door and said I’m right here. Well, he didn’t believe me, but he was just assured that I was safe. I don’t really know what Lyle thought we did that night. If he really thought we got away with something, or if we actually were able to fool him. I honestly think he knew what was going on and he just allowed it to happen. Anyway, it was nice. We finally were able to reconnect in a way that we really needed so very badly.

 Mom and dad were in full campaign mode and they traveled the country form day to day and week to week, they would call me, and occasionally Tyler to check in on us, they really cared about how this public attention would affect us. Although we were pretty protected at the school. Dad also traveled back to the capital to vote and debate on important issues. One of which was to squash the anti gay rhetoric from the committee that he was leading. The committee went ahead and removed him but he continued to speak freely and openly against his very outspoken few right wing conservatives.

 At first dad wasn’t doing well in the polls, and I could tell by news clips it was wearing on him and mom. While he was losing far right conservatives, he was however gaining middle of the road politicians from both parties. Then the tide suddenly changed as his mudslinging opponent kept harping on me, his gay son. Dad decided to fly Me and Tyler to several campaign stops on weekends where he openly supported us by having us prominent front and center at his events and dinners. Soon weekends weren’t enough, and he set up to have us join them full time and both Tyler and I would be “on the road schooled” by a senior member of the Hampton School who would join us. Here we were seniors and we were going to miss the final months of our high school experience. Dad even flew Tyler back to the school for some of his final swimming competitions. Tyler swam well with the team but he probably could have done better as he lost some points, likely by practicing in hotel pools away from his teammates. Dad arranged private pool time for him to practice, I often attended his hotel practice sessions where I often would see Ty’s boner through that skimpy Speedo, no doubt he knew I was there distracting him.

 Soon dad’s liberal opponent began raising eyebrows as he continually seemed to go against their more open gay policies, because it seemed that at any chance he brought up me, as my dad’s gay son. How can a candidate who supports gay rights turn around and chastise my dad for having a gay son. He was beginning to lose some luster, and dad’s numbers began slowly climbing.

 June was upon us and graduation time was near. Tyler and I flew back for the last two weeks of school and final exams. Both Tyler and I had delayed our college applications and entrance by at least six months to a year because of the campaign. Mom, Dad and Tyler’s parents both showed up for graduation along with a conglomerate group of annoying press. We were all very proud to graduate amongst the tops in our class, with honors. We all went out to dinner and spent the night at a local hotel before heading back on the campaign trail which was going to kick in high gear. Looking back, to how Tyler’s and my friendship began so many years ago in our first year of junior high. On that day that we met for the first time as roommates in our residence hall room. We’ve now traveled six years together as truly loving friends, with a bond that really couldn’t be broken between us. Although this has been a tough year all around, I wouldn’t have it any other way. And I don’t think Tyler would either.

 In the coming weeks, dad did what no one including his own party members ever would do, he began interviewing potential candidates for his administration and cabinet. Dad began to stack his potential staff with conservatives, those in the middle, and liberals. Dad was determined he was going to break the two party system, by putting some likely opponents on his staff. Holy crap everyone thought, as he began one by one to make his choices public, after a serious interview process, this would certainly shake up the confirmation process if he wins.

 Most presidents don’t begin to announce their staff until after the election, and here dads already got the deck stacked, waiting for congressional approval. This move pissed off his opponent and his opponent began dragging some of the names even some of them from his own party through the mud. That move backfired on him, as the polls are now showing 46 to 47% in favor of my dad, one measly point with two weeks till the election to go now. Dad also still refused to answer any questions about me and Tyler personally on the record other than he was proud of both of us, even though we were on full display at every campaign stop, the press and the general public were getting used to us just being around, they were finally looking at us as friends and not sexual. Tyler and I behaved ourselves when in public especially with the constant press as we would just hold hands but we always sat together, walked together and waved from a separate motorcade car, although sometimes there was more press following our car than my dad’s.

 Another kink in our relationship was dad now had 24 hour secret service protection as well, while Tyler and I only had agents assigned to us while in public, Dad retained Lyle to stay close to us to supervise us in the secure hotels and whenever the secret service was not on us. Lyle came clean and said if dad is elected I will have a secret service detail 24/7 as well, and he might not be able to stay on. Tyler and I would probably need to attend college after a skip year or January at least since we’ve been concentrating on the election. We never really discussed college only that we would need to delay it, but would we be able to attend the same college or would we even go our separate ways?

 To be continued