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“I just can’t believe you did this,” the eldest sister chastised over the phone.
“It’s the truth, Donna,” he shot back.
“How dare you dishonor the memory of mother and daddy,” she hissed. “But you’re used to it.”
“What is that supposed to mean.”
“You know…”
“I’m afraid I don’t,” the community college English instructor eased back into his favorite wingback chair.”
“You’re lifestyle,” she scoffed, then ended the call without notice.
Matthew Jay. or Matt as he had always been known in the family, was used to the judgment of his oldest sister. It was nearly the same from most of his brothers and the extended Jay brood. There were a couple of notable exceptions - his other sister, Donna, and two of his cousins, Shelley and Keith. The Jays had at once been one of the most prominent political dynasties in Wisconsin.
Matt’s father, Ron, had served in the U.S. House of Representatives for 36 continuous years. His Uncle Rob also spent eight years in Congress from a different district in Wisconsin. Never mind that he had to resign in the wake of 1983 sex scandal in which it was revealed he’d slept with a s*******n year-old girl serving as a page. Uncle George never made it Washington, but he spent many years in the state legislature and eventually became lieutenant governor. And, all three men were staunch conservative Republicans.
So, Matt’s sexuality had long been a subject politely swept under the rug.
The reason that Donna Jay-Lockwood was piffed was simple. Matt had just published an article detailing their parent’s sexual exploits. It was well known in D.C. that Congressman and Mrs. Jay enjoyed the social scene. In fact, Ron and Betty were often the first to arrive and almost always the last to leave. They drank considerably at parties. Ron would become handsy with women while Betty would retreat to her own corner carrying on intellectual conversations with various power brokers.
Matt and his six siblings were aware of the gossip their suburban neighbors would share about their parents. It was often said, there was not a single night when Betty was at home. It was also discussed that Ron always had a pretty young secretary that had to join him on his many jaunts. Matt felt he wasn’t exposing anything that wasn’t already public knowledge. Plus Ron and Betty were deceased. He didn’t really care.
There’d always been rumors that Ron and Betty had a menage a trois. But, Matt revealed there were several - including women and men.
Ron had played football at Brown. He was a handsome square-jawed bastard with mysterious blue-gray eyes and dark chestnut brown hair. Betty had been a bombshell with doey, light brown eyes & thick eyelashes with deep auburn colored tresses. Neither of them had a problem attracting sexual partners.
Donna nearly gagged as she read an account of her brother detailing a rendezvous from 1979. She couldn’t truly refute it because she was out of the house as a freshman at Randolph-Macon Woman’s College. Matt detailed seeing their mother and father coming through the front door in a state of inebriation. They were accompanied by a tall, sturdy, well-dressed African American man with a rich, glossy complexion.
While not included in the article, Matt remembered pressing his ear against the door of the master bedroom. He could hear the various noises.
“Oh yes, Al,” Betty squealed with her high-pitched voice.
“Do you like that, Betts,” the baritone guy that was most likely in his mid twenties.
“Oh yes,” she cried.
“Take it, Betts,” the elected official encouraged his wife. “Give it to her, son!”
That time had proved the twelve-year old Matt with a nice stiffy. He was even pretty sure that his dad may have had a turn playing with this Al guy’s pipe.
“Oh, Ron,” cooed the mother of seven. “Taste my juices on his cock!”
“Mmmpphhhh,” someone mumbled.
That exchange was followed by a hearty laugh.
Matt scurried upstairs to his bedroom before the trio exited.
Another threesome had been with a sexy, statuesque, blonde chick that had a bounteous set of knockers.
“Yes, Ron! Take her,” Betty encouraged him.
“Oh, Congressman Jay! Give me that big, juicy cock,” begged the stranger.
“You like this,” checked the politician.
“I do! I do! I do,” shrieked the third.
“Yeah, Betts! Lick my balls while I fuck her, baby!”
Clearly, Ron and Betty were freaks of the ultimate proportion. Matt had seen them bring home guys that were likely on the crew or football teams from Georgetown, girls that were probably Capitol Hill secretaries, dudes that had sugar in their tank, and even mild mannered divorcees.
Donna clutched her pearls as Matt told how he “accidentally” walked in on their father schtupping one of his typists. Representative Jay had Brenda bent over the grand mahogany desk. The bold, well-connected man did not stop. He simply barked, “Close the door, son!”
Matt closed the door, but never left the room. He just stood there behind them watching his dad’s glutes tense as he thrust his manhood in the lady’s tender flower.
“Oh, Congressman Jay,” she whined. “Give me all that big White cock!”
“Yeah, Brenda! Your pussy is so tight!”
“I love the way you fuck me, sir!”
“Yeah! Oh yeah,” he panted.
“Mmmm!”
“I could screw this pussy every day!”
“You can, sir! You can!”
Matt knew his dad would not be doing that because it was no secret that he was also banging a gorgeous Ebony junior secretary on his staff named Lavern that had graduated near the top of her class at Howard. But back then, women really could not get jobs as actual congressional aides. They were relegated to receptionist or note taker or scheduler. It was a different time.
Matt had never gotten to see his dad put the dick on the sweet, caramel-skinned gal with hazel eyes. But, he knew there was a period of time that she accompanied him on every business trip he took for a year. He could only imagine the goings on with them. So, for that reason, he did not recount the affair as fact. He simply stated that it was a high possibility given Ron’s behavior and record.
There were even some grumblings from the son of another Congressman about a trip which a delegation had taken to San Francisco. Supposedly, Ron had taken a suspected Filipino ladyboy back to his room. Matt didn’t doubt it. It seemed his dad would fuck anything. Maybe even she’d fucked him too. He would never know.
What Matt did know was that this Brett Sizemore, whose father represented some of the good people of Kansas, was handsome and liked to flirt. Brett would hold eye contact with him while they talked and always sit really close when they did homework at the Sizemore’s house. Brett was an only c***d. Matt loved the peace and quiet there. It was nothing like the hectic Jay household. Mrs. Sizemore even had a Colored housekeeper - Elnora. And wow! She could cook and bake like nobody’s business.
It was late Spring and near the end of the school term when Brett leaned in for a kiss. Matt did not stop in. His mind nearly exploded. His body felt as if an interno blazed inside of him.
Brett pulled back and asked, “Is that okay?”
“Yes,” breathed the dark haired, blue-eyed twink. “Don’t stop!”
“Good,” grinned the wrestling team co-captain.
The pair continued the passionate lip locking as they removed one another’s clothing.
“Oh my god,” Matt exhaled between their deliriously savage smooch.
“You like it?”
“Yeah,” Matt said, fighting for oxygen.
Brett launched back to it. The sinewy, athletic guy pinned his friend to the bed and pushed up his legs. He spat into his hands and rubbed it all over his 6¾-inch-by-5½-inch tool. He placed the tip at Matt’s tight pink hole.
“Owwww,” winced the first timer.
“Sorry,” apologized Brett. “Let me work my finger in first.”
“Mmmmm,” Matt moaned as he felt it slip inside of him.
“Relax, sexy.”
Eventually, Matt was experiencing wonderful pleasure. He nodded at his newfound lover, signaling Brett to penetrate him.
“Ooh,” the softer one howled.
“Shhh! Elnora’ll hear us,” Brett warned, stuffing a T-shirt into Matt’s mouth.
“Mmhmm!”
“Damn! You’re tight,” the athlete whispered in his friend’s ear.
“Mmhmm.”
“Oh! It feels so good,” confessed Brett.
Matt removed the article from his mouth. “Yes, it does,” he offered in a low tone.
“Take my cock, baby!”
“Oh, Brett! Take me!”
The teens went at it methodically at first and within a couple of minutes were a couple of jackrabbits in heat. The headboard of Brett’s twin bed slammed against the wall. They grunt loudly.
Mrs. Sizemore was out playing bridge or having martinis at the country club or somesuch. The congressman was on the Hill in a committee meeting or chatting up some young broad at a bar. Elnora rushed halfway up the stairs and called out, “You boys alright up there?”
“Fuck,” mouthed Brett. Then, he cleared his throat. “Yes! We’re fine just practicing some wrestling moves.”
“Oh okay,” the maid replied. “I just made some peanut butter cookies and got y’all some sandwiches ready.”
The youngsters laughed after she quit talking and continued copulating until they’d both nutted.
They dressed and went downstairs.
“Smells great, Elnora,” Brett shared.
“Sure does. Thank you, ma’am,” added Matt.
Elnora just looked at the two as if they were aliens. Then, she said, “Eat up. Dinner’s at six thirty tonight.”
Matt had enjoyed his first time, but today he wondered if the old Back lady had really known what was going on. He was pretty sure she did.
His phone buzzed again. The screen indicated it was Donna. He silenced it and called out to his partner for the past nine years. “David!”
The stout, Chinese-American man who stood barely a half-inch taller than the wiry, effeminate Matt came running. “What’s up, babe,” he inquired.
“Donna,” sighed the White sissy.
“Forget her,” the one-time Air Force operation research analyst officer and current mathematics instructor said, placing a thick, calloused hand on his paramour’s shoulder.
Matt glanced over his shoulder and let a small smile escape. “I try not to let her get to me.”
“You’re doing better,” the man who was eleven years younger reassured him.
“Thanks!”
“Dinner’s almost ready, sexy!”
“It smells great! But I’m just not that hungry right now.”
“No problem. Let me go turn off the burners and we can chill for a bit.”
“I was hoping to do more than just ‘chill’,” the 53 year-old looked up through his lashes.
“Heck yeah,” David Chan replied with widening eyes.
Matt stood and walked towards the master bedroom of their shared palatial two-bedroom, two-and-a-half bath condominium. David headed into the kitchen and took the chicken cutlets that were stepping in gravy off the stove.
When the bulky Asian-American fellow made it to his betrothed, he straightened his spine and parted his lips slightly. “Oh, baby!”
“You like,” checked Matt.
“You know I do! You look so good in those green fishnet stockings.”
Matt also had on black patent leather spike heels.
David pounced onto the bed playfully. He grabbed the much slimmer, way girlier guy and smothered his body.
“Oh my,” cried Matt.
“Yes, baby! I need this boipussy!”
“It’s yours!”
“I know!”
David stuck his tongue down Matt’s throat. His 6¼-inch-by-5¼-inch phallus was on brick. He spat on it.
“You don’t want me to suck,” inquired Matt.
“No,” David answered with his deepest voice.
“Yes,sir!”
David thrust his being inside of Matt’s pure ecstasy.
“Oh! Fuck me,” wailed Matt.
“Yes! Take this Asian cock, White boi!”
“Yes, sir! Mmmmm!”
“Oh fuck!”
“Take my faggot ass!”
“Oh, faggit,” groaned the big-boned yellow-skinned man with a rosy undertone.
“Mmhmm!”
David pumped his WASP-y (White Anglo-Saxon Protestant) sissy boi-friend for several more minutes until he erupted from his balls.
“I love you,” Matt said.
“Love you back. Ready to eat?”
“Yeah! Screw Donna. I did the right thing.”
“Yep,” David agreed. He lifted Matt from the bed and took him to the bathroom to clean up before heading to the kitchen to eat.
“It’s the truth, Donna,” he shot back.
“How dare you dishonor the memory of mother and daddy,” she hissed. “But you’re used to it.”
“What is that supposed to mean.”
“You know…”
“I’m afraid I don’t,” the community college English instructor eased back into his favorite wingback chair.”
“You’re lifestyle,” she scoffed, then ended the call without notice.
Matthew Jay. or Matt as he had always been known in the family, was used to the judgment of his oldest sister. It was nearly the same from most of his brothers and the extended Jay brood. There were a couple of notable exceptions - his other sister, Donna, and two of his cousins, Shelley and Keith. The Jays had at once been one of the most prominent political dynasties in Wisconsin.
Matt’s father, Ron, had served in the U.S. House of Representatives for 36 continuous years. His Uncle Rob also spent eight years in Congress from a different district in Wisconsin. Never mind that he had to resign in the wake of 1983 sex scandal in which it was revealed he’d slept with a s*******n year-old girl serving as a page. Uncle George never made it Washington, but he spent many years in the state legislature and eventually became lieutenant governor. And, all three men were staunch conservative Republicans.
So, Matt’s sexuality had long been a subject politely swept under the rug.
The reason that Donna Jay-Lockwood was piffed was simple. Matt had just published an article detailing their parent’s sexual exploits. It was well known in D.C. that Congressman and Mrs. Jay enjoyed the social scene. In fact, Ron and Betty were often the first to arrive and almost always the last to leave. They drank considerably at parties. Ron would become handsy with women while Betty would retreat to her own corner carrying on intellectual conversations with various power brokers.
Matt and his six siblings were aware of the gossip their suburban neighbors would share about their parents. It was often said, there was not a single night when Betty was at home. It was also discussed that Ron always had a pretty young secretary that had to join him on his many jaunts. Matt felt he wasn’t exposing anything that wasn’t already public knowledge. Plus Ron and Betty were deceased. He didn’t really care.
There’d always been rumors that Ron and Betty had a menage a trois. But, Matt revealed there were several - including women and men.
Ron had played football at Brown. He was a handsome square-jawed bastard with mysterious blue-gray eyes and dark chestnut brown hair. Betty had been a bombshell with doey, light brown eyes & thick eyelashes with deep auburn colored tresses. Neither of them had a problem attracting sexual partners.
Donna nearly gagged as she read an account of her brother detailing a rendezvous from 1979. She couldn’t truly refute it because she was out of the house as a freshman at Randolph-Macon Woman’s College. Matt detailed seeing their mother and father coming through the front door in a state of inebriation. They were accompanied by a tall, sturdy, well-dressed African American man with a rich, glossy complexion.
While not included in the article, Matt remembered pressing his ear against the door of the master bedroom. He could hear the various noises.
“Oh yes, Al,” Betty squealed with her high-pitched voice.
“Do you like that, Betts,” the baritone guy that was most likely in his mid twenties.
“Oh yes,” she cried.
“Take it, Betts,” the elected official encouraged his wife. “Give it to her, son!”
That time had proved the twelve-year old Matt with a nice stiffy. He was even pretty sure that his dad may have had a turn playing with this Al guy’s pipe.
“Oh, Ron,” cooed the mother of seven. “Taste my juices on his cock!”
“Mmmpphhhh,” someone mumbled.
That exchange was followed by a hearty laugh.
Matt scurried upstairs to his bedroom before the trio exited.
Another threesome had been with a sexy, statuesque, blonde chick that had a bounteous set of knockers.
“Yes, Ron! Take her,” Betty encouraged him.
“Oh, Congressman Jay! Give me that big, juicy cock,” begged the stranger.
“You like this,” checked the politician.
“I do! I do! I do,” shrieked the third.
“Yeah, Betts! Lick my balls while I fuck her, baby!”
Clearly, Ron and Betty were freaks of the ultimate proportion. Matt had seen them bring home guys that were likely on the crew or football teams from Georgetown, girls that were probably Capitol Hill secretaries, dudes that had sugar in their tank, and even mild mannered divorcees.
Donna clutched her pearls as Matt told how he “accidentally” walked in on their father schtupping one of his typists. Representative Jay had Brenda bent over the grand mahogany desk. The bold, well-connected man did not stop. He simply barked, “Close the door, son!”
Matt closed the door, but never left the room. He just stood there behind them watching his dad’s glutes tense as he thrust his manhood in the lady’s tender flower.
“Oh, Congressman Jay,” she whined. “Give me all that big White cock!”
“Yeah, Brenda! Your pussy is so tight!”
“I love the way you fuck me, sir!”
“Yeah! Oh yeah,” he panted.
“Mmmm!”
“I could screw this pussy every day!”
“You can, sir! You can!”
Matt knew his dad would not be doing that because it was no secret that he was also banging a gorgeous Ebony junior secretary on his staff named Lavern that had graduated near the top of her class at Howard. But back then, women really could not get jobs as actual congressional aides. They were relegated to receptionist or note taker or scheduler. It was a different time.
Matt had never gotten to see his dad put the dick on the sweet, caramel-skinned gal with hazel eyes. But, he knew there was a period of time that she accompanied him on every business trip he took for a year. He could only imagine the goings on with them. So, for that reason, he did not recount the affair as fact. He simply stated that it was a high possibility given Ron’s behavior and record.
There were even some grumblings from the son of another Congressman about a trip which a delegation had taken to San Francisco. Supposedly, Ron had taken a suspected Filipino ladyboy back to his room. Matt didn’t doubt it. It seemed his dad would fuck anything. Maybe even she’d fucked him too. He would never know.
What Matt did know was that this Brett Sizemore, whose father represented some of the good people of Kansas, was handsome and liked to flirt. Brett would hold eye contact with him while they talked and always sit really close when they did homework at the Sizemore’s house. Brett was an only c***d. Matt loved the peace and quiet there. It was nothing like the hectic Jay household. Mrs. Sizemore even had a Colored housekeeper - Elnora. And wow! She could cook and bake like nobody’s business.
It was late Spring and near the end of the school term when Brett leaned in for a kiss. Matt did not stop in. His mind nearly exploded. His body felt as if an interno blazed inside of him.
Brett pulled back and asked, “Is that okay?”
“Yes,” breathed the dark haired, blue-eyed twink. “Don’t stop!”
“Good,” grinned the wrestling team co-captain.
The pair continued the passionate lip locking as they removed one another’s clothing.
“Oh my god,” Matt exhaled between their deliriously savage smooch.
“You like it?”
“Yeah,” Matt said, fighting for oxygen.
Brett launched back to it. The sinewy, athletic guy pinned his friend to the bed and pushed up his legs. He spat into his hands and rubbed it all over his 6¾-inch-by-5½-inch tool. He placed the tip at Matt’s tight pink hole.
“Owwww,” winced the first timer.
“Sorry,” apologized Brett. “Let me work my finger in first.”
“Mmmmm,” Matt moaned as he felt it slip inside of him.
“Relax, sexy.”
Eventually, Matt was experiencing wonderful pleasure. He nodded at his newfound lover, signaling Brett to penetrate him.
“Ooh,” the softer one howled.
“Shhh! Elnora’ll hear us,” Brett warned, stuffing a T-shirt into Matt’s mouth.
“Mmhmm!”
“Damn! You’re tight,” the athlete whispered in his friend’s ear.
“Mmhmm.”
“Oh! It feels so good,” confessed Brett.
Matt removed the article from his mouth. “Yes, it does,” he offered in a low tone.
“Take my cock, baby!”
“Oh, Brett! Take me!”
The teens went at it methodically at first and within a couple of minutes were a couple of jackrabbits in heat. The headboard of Brett’s twin bed slammed against the wall. They grunt loudly.
Mrs. Sizemore was out playing bridge or having martinis at the country club or somesuch. The congressman was on the Hill in a committee meeting or chatting up some young broad at a bar. Elnora rushed halfway up the stairs and called out, “You boys alright up there?”
“Fuck,” mouthed Brett. Then, he cleared his throat. “Yes! We’re fine just practicing some wrestling moves.”
“Oh okay,” the maid replied. “I just made some peanut butter cookies and got y’all some sandwiches ready.”
The youngsters laughed after she quit talking and continued copulating until they’d both nutted.
They dressed and went downstairs.
“Smells great, Elnora,” Brett shared.
“Sure does. Thank you, ma’am,” added Matt.
Elnora just looked at the two as if they were aliens. Then, she said, “Eat up. Dinner’s at six thirty tonight.”
Matt had enjoyed his first time, but today he wondered if the old Back lady had really known what was going on. He was pretty sure she did.
His phone buzzed again. The screen indicated it was Donna. He silenced it and called out to his partner for the past nine years. “David!”
The stout, Chinese-American man who stood barely a half-inch taller than the wiry, effeminate Matt came running. “What’s up, babe,” he inquired.
“Donna,” sighed the White sissy.
“Forget her,” the one-time Air Force operation research analyst officer and current mathematics instructor said, placing a thick, calloused hand on his paramour’s shoulder.
Matt glanced over his shoulder and let a small smile escape. “I try not to let her get to me.”
“You’re doing better,” the man who was eleven years younger reassured him.
“Thanks!”
“Dinner’s almost ready, sexy!”
“It smells great! But I’m just not that hungry right now.”
“No problem. Let me go turn off the burners and we can chill for a bit.”
“I was hoping to do more than just ‘chill’,” the 53 year-old looked up through his lashes.
“Heck yeah,” David Chan replied with widening eyes.
Matt stood and walked towards the master bedroom of their shared palatial two-bedroom, two-and-a-half bath condominium. David headed into the kitchen and took the chicken cutlets that were stepping in gravy off the stove.
When the bulky Asian-American fellow made it to his betrothed, he straightened his spine and parted his lips slightly. “Oh, baby!”
“You like,” checked Matt.
“You know I do! You look so good in those green fishnet stockings.”
Matt also had on black patent leather spike heels.
David pounced onto the bed playfully. He grabbed the much slimmer, way girlier guy and smothered his body.
“Oh my,” cried Matt.
“Yes, baby! I need this boipussy!”
“It’s yours!”
“I know!”
David stuck his tongue down Matt’s throat. His 6¼-inch-by-5¼-inch phallus was on brick. He spat on it.
“You don’t want me to suck,” inquired Matt.
“No,” David answered with his deepest voice.
“Yes,sir!”
David thrust his being inside of Matt’s pure ecstasy.
“Oh! Fuck me,” wailed Matt.
“Yes! Take this Asian cock, White boi!”
“Yes, sir! Mmmmm!”
“Oh fuck!”
“Take my faggot ass!”
“Oh, faggit,” groaned the big-boned yellow-skinned man with a rosy undertone.
“Mmhmm!”
David pumped his WASP-y (White Anglo-Saxon Protestant) sissy boi-friend for several more minutes until he erupted from his balls.
“I love you,” Matt said.
“Love you back. Ready to eat?”
“Yeah! Screw Donna. I did the right thing.”
“Yep,” David agreed. He lifted Matt from the bed and took him to the bathroom to clean up before heading to the kitchen to eat.
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