Serving the Senator

“Chris Evans,” said Geoff.

“Yeah, definitely hot,” David said. 

“He could do whatever he wanted to me. That chest hair and six-pack… whew.”

“I’d go for Darren Criss,” David offered.

“He’s a little twinky for me,” Geoff opined. “Nice ass, though.”

It was a slow night in the concierge office on the club level at the ultra-luxury hotel where they worked, so they were sitting around comparing notes about their favorite celebrities. It was something they often did when they weren’t busy with requests for food and alcohol, dining reservations, transportation, or technology assistance. When the hotel was full, they were kept running their entire shift. When it wasn’t, it could be a little dull, so they talked about hot actors or swapped sex stories. A couple of times they had jerked off together and once they had let themselves into an unoccupied suite and traded blow jobs.

They were both in their mid-twenties and had started working at the hotel about the same time. There wasn’t any stated policy of course, but the younger, better-looking staff tended to end up working with the hotel’s highest-end clients. David was Korean-American and had beautiful skin and a lean body with a bubble butt that wouldn’t quit. He liked to go out to the clubs in a pair of tight slacks and never had to buy a drink for himself. It wasn’t unusual for him to end up bent over in a restroom stall taking righteous dick up the ass as well. 

Geoff was twenty-six and just over six feet with fine, light-brown hair, high cheekbones, and ocean-blue eyes. He was very smooth, only having to shave a couple of times a week, and had a boyish look that meant he never failed to get carded at the clubs and the liquor store. There was one thing that wasn’t boyish about him, though, and it was hanging between his legs. Yep, Geoff had a big cock – damn near eight inches long and nicely thick with a big, meaty, neatly-circumcised head. He was both a grower and a shower, as his package remained impressive even when flaccid and created a nice bulge in his pants that got him noticed depending on what he was wearing. He had very little body hair, just some fine peach fuzz on his legs and wispy strands in his armpits. His bush had been so sparse that a couple of months ago he had decided just to shave it all off, so now his pubic area was smooth as a newborn.

He had always been jealous of his classmates in junior high and high school who had thick bushes growing in, while his remained paltry. But soon he noticed the envious glances from many of the guys in the locker room shower and he realized it was because he was hung bigger than any of them, so he decided to be grateful for what he had. 

The phone in the office rang and it was David’s turn to answer, so he picked it up.

“Concierge Desk… Yes, sir… Of course… I see… Someone will be right there, Senator… My pleasure.”

David hung up and looked at Geoff. “You lucky fuck,” he said.

“What?”

“Senator Hottie is having trouble with his Wi-Fi and needs some help.”

“Ah.” Geoff was the designated “computer geek” and got all of the technology assignments. 

“See if you can get him… hooked up,” David said with a leer and a grin.

“Oh please, he’s straight as an arrow,” Geoff said, slipping into the sport coat they were required to wear when interacting with guests. He picked up his computing satchel and checked the log sheet for the suite number before setting out. 

Senator Jeff Kingsbury was going places. He was in his third term as a state senator and had just started his campaign for the U.S. Senate. He was about 40, married with two kids, former military, fit and handsome. He was a fairly regular guest of the hotel, since they were in the state’s largest city and he frequently had business there. He was always nice to the staff and David’s nickname of Senator Hottie was not off the mark. Geoff had no trouble admitting that he often went for guys that were a little bit older and the senator had a definite DILF vibe that made his dick twitch in his navy slacks.

He got to the room door and knocked sharply. “Concierge.”

A brief moment later, the door opened and the senator stood there, wearing gray slacks and a blue oxford shirt. He had shucked the tie he’d been wearing at check-in and his top two buttons were undone, revealing just the top of a patch of brown chest hair. He had chestnut hair, neatly cropped, and deep brown eyes. He was sporting a five o’clock shadow and that combined with the unfastened buttons gave him a casual, slightly rumpled look that Geoff found appealing. 

“Good evening, I’m with the concierge team. I’m here to help with your Wi-Fi.”

“That’s great. It won’t connect – it gets stuck and the icon just spins and then stops.” He pointed to a laptop sitting on the desk in the living room of the suite. “It’s logged on, so you should be able to do whatever you need.”

“My pleasure, Senator.” 

“Please, call me Jeff. I recognize you from when I’ve stayed here before.”

“I’m Geoff too. With a ‘G’,” Geoff said, pointing at the silver nameplate on his lapel. 

“Well, Geoff-With-a-G, I hope you can get this damn machine going. I’ve got some work to do for tomorrow and I need an internet connection. I’ll work on some notes while you do your thing.” He picked up a legal pad and pen from the desk and went across the room to a sofa. Geoff couldn’t help but check out the senator’s rear as he walked away. The gray slacks were well-tailored and they showed off a solid, firm pair of buttocks to good effect. 

He tore his attention away and turned it to the senator’s laptop. He sat down at the desk, pulled up the various menus and was just starting to check the settings when he heard a small ping. An iPhone was sitting near the computer and had received a text. The screen lit up and Geoff couldn’t help but read the message, from someone named Lance. (Lance? Really?) It read:

Sorry, stud. Got hold of some bad oysters and can’t meet up tonight. Hit me up next time so I can get back on that D!

There was an eggplant emoji to sign off the text. Lance didn’t appear to be terribly original.

Geoff’s breath caught for a second and he thought he might be blushing. Was the senator a closet case? He was always trotting out his beautiful wife and two cute kids at speeches and rallies. But he’d be far from the first “straight” male politician to ride the baloney pony on the downlow. Geoff couldn’t help but have a mental image of the senator naked and locked in intense man-sex with some guy. Then, in his mind’s eye, that guy became him, as he imagined running his fingers through the senator’s chest hair, then taking that DILF penis in his hand, feeling its steely length…

Jeff had heard the ping too and he was coming across the room. Geoff pretended to be hyper-focused on the laptop as the senator picked up his phone and read the screen. Geoff could feel his face getting redder by the second and the senator studied him. 

“Look, I don’t know what you think you saw…”

“Sir, it’s really none of my business,” muttered Geoff.

“You’re right. It’s not. But if somebody started spreading rumors it could make a lot of problems.”

“I’m not interested in making any problems.” Geoff mustered up to the courage to look the senator in the eye. “I’m very… discreet.”

There was a long pause as the senator absorbed what his young visitor was saying. “How discreet?” he asked.

“Discreet enough… to maybe sub in for Lance.”

The suggestion hung in the air. Jeff continued to study Geoff, holding his eyes, then letting his gaze wander down the younger man’s torso to his lap. Geoff was still sitting or the senator would have seen evidence of his arousal in his growing erection. The senator took a couple of steps until he was standing so close Geoff could hardly help but stare at his crotch as his mouth went dry and he licked his lips. 

“Do you want to suck my dick, Geoff-With-a-G?”

“Yes,” Geoff whispered, rising hormones fighting with disbelief and nervousness. 

“Go ahead. Touch it.”

Geoff reached forward and rubbed his palm over the senator’s zipper, feeling the bulge beneath. He made a circular motion and began to grip the soft fabric of his pants. He could tell Jeff was becoming erect quickly. Geoff moved to the belt buckle and unfastened it. Then he undid the button on the waistband and slowly began to lower the zipper. The senator took a deep breath and rolled his head back, anticipating what was about to happen. He unbuttoned his shirt and let it hang there, open.

Geoff lowered the senator’s pants and they pooled around his shoes. Now only a pair of black boxer briefs stood in the way. Geoff used a finger to trace a path from the senator’s navel through his light belly fur down to the elastic of the underwear. It was fully tented now, as the senator was completely hard. Geoff pulled the waistband out and down, exposing a full brown bush and a nice cock. It was about six inches, thick at the base and then tapering down to a smaller, circumcised head with a meaty piss slit.

The senator’s scent was intoxicating. He smelled like leather, soap, the forest, and pure man. Geoff buried his nose in the pubes and just took it in. Then he softly stroked the senator’s lightly-furred scrotum and gently rolled his testicles between his fingers. There was already a drop of pre-cum leaking out, so Geoff couldn’t wait any more. He took the cockhead between his lips and pulled it into his mouth, tasting the tangy nectar. He then took the base in his hand and worked his mouth all the way down the shaft and began to work the length with his lips and tongue.

Turned out the senator was quite a leaker and provided his own lube. His juice was delicious and this was the tastiest blow job Geoff had ever given. He gobbled the senator’s meat like a starving man at a buffet. Soon he shifted to one of his signature moves, making a ring with his thumb and forefinger and using that to jerk off the base of the senator’s dick while his mouth was still going to town on the head and upper shaft. 

“Fuck, you’ve got a hot little mouth,” moaned Jeff, but he pulled back. “You’re gonna make me blow too fast.”

He took Geoff by the arm and pulled him up to his feet. He pushed the sport coat back and pulled Geoff out of it, tossing it on the desk. Then he untucked Geoff’s logo polo and pulled it over his head. The senator ran his hands down Geoff’s lean torso and stroked his navel. 

“Take off your pants,” he said.

Geoff toed off his shoes, then undid his belt, button, and zipper while the senator took off his own shoes and stepped out of his pants. Geoff dropped his slacks, leaving him in only his gray boxers. His raging boner was practically stretching them out of shape. He pulled them down and stood naked before the senator, wearing only his socks.

Jeff let out a low whistle. “Fucking Christ, that’s a monster. Son, you’re hung like a horse.” He took Geoff’s dick in his hand and stroked it. “Let’s go to the bedroom.”

Both of them padded across the living room in their socks – Geoff otherwise naked, then senator still wearing his unbuttoned dress shirt – and went into the adjoining bedroom. The senator pushed Geoff down onto the plush bed on his back, then went over to the luggage rack and took something out of his suitcase. He came over to the bed and stood by Geoff, holding up a bottle of lube. 

Geoff started to get a little nervous again. He had mostly topped before – with a unit like his, bottoms were drawn to him like moths to a flame. He’d been fucked a few times, but wasn’t too experienced. 

The senator uncapped the lube and squirted a generous dollop in his palm. Then he reached over and smeared it up and down Geoff’s cock. While Geoff was trying to figure that out, the senator put some more in his hand and reached under his balls, lubing his own undercarriage. Then he tossed the lube onto the bed and lifted a leg over Geoff and straddled him. He raised his hips and then took Geoff’s cock and pointed it straight up. He smirked at Geoff, raising his eyebrows, then settled his rump over Geoff’s member. In one smooth, slow movement, he impaled his manpussy on Geoff’s dick. 

The feeling was incredible. The senator’s cunt was tight but pliable and he began to work his hips up and down in a gentle rocking motion that kept Geoff mostly buried deep inside him. It was unusual how Geoff was taller, Geoff had a bigger dick, and Geoff was the one doing the penetrating, but the senator was still the alpha in charge. He was in total control of this fuck, from the position to the rhythm. He put his hands on Geoff’s shoulders, holding him in place.

“Don’t cum in my ass,” he instructed. “Let me know when you’re close.”

Geoff just nodded, watching in wonder as the senator closed his eyes and rode that dick, reaching down and beginning to masturbate his own penis. Geoff raised his hands enough to push back the senator’s shirt lapels and stroke the light brown hair between his dark pink nipples. It was soft as eiderdown. Jeff still had a pretty lean torso, but just a hint of dad bod was beginning to creep in around his hips, with the faint beginnings of love handles. Geoff thought it was sexy as hell and it drove him wild. He desperately wanted to kiss the senator, but he sensed that wouldn’t play well. This was pure dick-in-ass fucking and that was all the senator wanted. 

The senator began to rock forward a little harder so that there was more friction on Geoff’s cock and more of the length went in and out with each back-and-forth movement. Geoff could feel the slight rasping of the senator’s butthole hairs on the underside of his shaft and he could hear the wet, slick sounds of the lube. His explosion was building. Just before he couldn’t hold it any more, he gripped the senator’s forearms. 

“I’m about to cum.”

Jeff stopped rocking and raised himself to his knees, letting Geoff’s cock leave his ass with a slight pop. The senator immediately took Geoff’s dick in both his hands and began to stroke it, using his left hand on the shaft and right on the head and frenulum. He was a skilled jerk-off artist, because it only took about twenty seconds for Geoff to be at the edge again, and this time he went over the cliff. He grunted and clenched his fists, then ropes of his nut juice fired out straight up in the air, splattering down on his stomach, the sheets, and the senator’s thigh. 

“Fuck!” gasped Geoff, as he tried to catch his breath. “That was amazing.”

“You’ve got a great dick there, Geoff-With-a-G.” The senator began to jerk his cock again, while lightly stroking Geoff’s bald pubic area.

Geoff had an idea. “I can help you with that,” he told the senator. He started to sit up. “Just give me a sec.” He got out of bed and jogged butt-naked back into the living room. He rifled through the pockets of his slacks and found his cylinder of wintergreen mints. He popped one into his mouth, then hurried back to the senator.

Jeff was standing there waiting for him, still pulling on his cock. Geoff stopped in front of him and pulled his shirt back from his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Finally, the senator was completely naked except for his socks. Geoff knelt in front of him. He had the mint going now, starting to dissolve. He took a moment to admire Senator Hottie’s bare, hard dick again, then took it in his mouth. 

The senator gasped as the slight sting of the mint hit his tender cockflesh at the same instant as Geoff’s busy tongue. A guy Geoff had fucked around with a few times had shown him this trick. The menthol in the mint intensified the feeling of the blowjob with a little bit of burn that made the dick tingle.  

The senator was into it, grunting his pleasure and starting to buck his hips to fuck Geoff’s mouth with his own rhythm. The mint tended to make things go quickly, because the sensation was so intense you couldn’t stand it for long. The senator grabbed Geoff by the sides of the head and face-fucked him for a few pumps, then began to unload his bleachy cream. Geoff couldn’t swallow because of the mint, so the white, sticky goo dripped out of the sides of his mouth and down his chin. Geoff loved the feeling of making this virile, powerful man blow a load like that and having the result marking his face.  

“I see you’ve got a few tricks,” said the senator. “Nicely done.”

Geoff discreetly took the remains of the mint out of his mouth and grabbed some tissues off the nightstand, using them to wipe his face and toss the mint. 

“So… was I an adequate substitute for Lance?” he asked. 

The senator grinned. “I don’t think I’ll be needing Lance anymore,” he said. “The service here is so much more… personal.”

“I aim to please.”

“I can vouch for that. But there is one more thing…”

“Yes?”

“About that Wi-Fi…”