"Good Morning Gentleman" I started, looking around the room. Mike Longo was sitting next to James Lincoln, senator from Nebraska, and the chairman of our party. "Tony, you look well" I started. "Mike, how's the knee?" I asked, as I knew he had damaged it playing golf with the chief whip.
"Bryce we have a problem" Tony started.
"Ohh?" I replied
"Certain information has come to light, and we feel that it will damage any chance of the republicans gaining the keys to White House" he added.
"Information, what sort?" I asked, being coy. I knew the answer, but I was not going to make it easy for him.
"Bryce, I think you know what we are talking about. Okay, it was a shock; but hey, it's 2020's, not 1920's" Mike replied.
"Look, Bryce, can you confirm your sexuality?" James asked, and I looked at him. I don't know the guy apart from the occasional nod of the head when is session. "Gentleman, what has my sexual orientation got to do with anything?" I asked. The way the mainstream Republicans are, I knew it would not be a simple answer.
"Tony, Mike, you both know me. I have served this country with loyalty and distinction. I served in the armed forces; I have several commendations. I have served with distinction in both houses. I have been a servant to the flag more than anyone needs to be; and you are focusing solely on with whom I choose to share my bed. Narrow minded, don't you think?" I informed them.
"Would you consider withdrawing...to help the party?........... Say you are unable to run due to Ill health or something" James responded.
"Gentleman, have you ever known me to back down from a fight worth fighting?" I asked.
"Not the point, my boy" Mike Longo interjected.
"Mike, I admire and respect all you have done for this country; so I will hear your point of view" I replied.
"Bryce, I like you. The party likes you. Shit, Bryce, I don't give a fuck who you fuck; but America does. You will be crucified as will the party. The Democrats will seize on the fact that you have lied about your orientation. They will question your morals; the Church will not endorse you. Bryce, you cannot win this one" he concluded.
"I think you underestimate the American public" I replied.
"I am sorry my boy, but I think you need to reconsider your candidacy" Mike added.
"Mike, if I stand, it is my intention at the convention to inform the party of my sexuality; removing any shock factor the Democrats have in mind. I have never lied about my sexuality, it never came up; and Mike, you know damned well you do not volunteer any information you don't have to" I responded.
"Bryce, the floor might change their allegiance. Votes are not set in stone; they are just promises, and sometimes promises get broken" Tony replied.
"Is that a threat, Tony?" I asked, concerned that my running was being sabotaged at the top level. "No, just experience" he replied.
"Look gentlemen, you came to me, remember? But now, nothing will take this chance from me to be the ultimate servant to the Country I love" I said with meaning they could not mistake for bravado.
"Okay, give the boy a chance to state his case" Mike spoke, and Tony just sat back in his leather chair and sighed. James stood up and walked to the window. "I agree with Mike" James said, looking at me. "Perhaps America is not yet ready for a gay President; but we will not know unless someone tries" he added and could not sense ant deception from his body language.
"It's going to be one hell of a battle, Bryce; I hope you know that. They will come at you with everything they have. They will attack your character, and will drag your family into it. They will hunt for old partners; look for seedy sex stories to damage your image" Tony said, with some modicum of concern, "Is there any scandal that might bite your ass?" he asked
"Tony, I appreciate your candour; but I am a big boy. The things I have seen and done in my life have prepared me for this fight, and just so you know, I have had 3 partners in my life, all respectable individuals, so no, no scandal" I replied, standing up shaking his hand he stood up and began pacing the room.
"You may have trouble finding a running mate though, Bryce. Most will shy away from being a part of a possible landslide defeat" Tony added.
"I am not going to lose, and I have some calls to make. I will announce at the convention this afternoon, and hopefully announce my running mate. I have narrowed it down to two" I replied.
"Care to name them?" Tony asked.
"One, I know I will struggle to change his mind; the second, I have not approached yet" I added. "Is he or she a strong contender?" James asked.
"I think he will be a great addition to the ticket, he has my utmost respect, he is a politicians politician" I smiled.
"So, what do you say, Mike, do you have another fight in you?" I asked, and the look on Mike's face was unreadable then one of shock.
"Me? You want me to run? You want me to be your Vice president?" he asked, taking all on board that I had said. "I think you would be an asset" I replied.
"Mike, do you think you could work with me, work to build a better country? Can you do that with a gay President, Mike?" I asked.
"My boy, not many people can shock me; but Bryce, that one is a corker" he replied.
"Are you sure you don't want someone with experience, and, well...younger?" he inquired.
"Mike, who is more experienced than you? No, I have made up my mind; Senator Longo, would you consider being my running mate to campaign for the office of The President of the United States" I said, hoping my little patriotic speech swayed him some.
Mike stood up and walked to the window. Looking out, down Pennsylvania Avenue, he surveyed the vista before him. "I never thought I would have something like this at my time of life, Bryce. I respect you for what you have given; and it would be my honour to run with you" he replied. He walked over and grabbed my hand with both of his.
"We'll give them hell, Mike. We might go down; but, by God, we will go down fighting" I smiled, and shook his hand with the same enthusiasm.
"So, Noda-Longo" Tony said.
"Yes, Tony, Noda-Longo" I smiled. This could have gone very differently, but came out so much better than I could have expected.
"Tony, could you let that leak out?" I said, and he nodded with a grin.
"Bryce, I know that it is going to be the hardest battle you have ever fought; but if anyone can do it, you can and for what it's worth you have my full backing, I will leak that out also, but it will be an interesting battle ground" Tony added with a smile.
"Tony, for the record, Afghanistan and Korea were tough battles; this it's just a bump in the road compared to what we had to do there" I responded.
"Well said my boy" Mike Longo interjected.
We wrapped up the meeting and I headed out. The agent was talking to the receptionist when I came out. "Senator" he said, standing up from sitting on the corner of the mahogany desk.
"My office, please" I said, and we left and headed back to my office, or my hotel room, anyway. I would go home after the convention; but I needed to relax and watch some of the proceedings on C-span, before the shit hits the fan...so to speak.
I had a short nap before I was wakened by a knock at my door.
I knew it was someone I knew or the agent would have denied them access. I opened the door and the agent was standing next to Danny Logan.
"Senator Logan, pleased you could make it on such short notice" I said, hiding my pleasure. "No problem, Senator" he replied. I thanked the agent and closed the door. I walked with Danny toward the drink cabinet.
I wrapped my arm around his waist and pulled him close. "Hey" I said, looking into his eyes. "Hey yourself" he replied, moving close enough that I could kiss him lightly on his full lips. "How did it go?" he asked. "Okay. It was tough at first, but they soon came around" I replied. "I knew you would sort it out" he added.
I pulled him close once more, and planted my tongue in his willing, open, attentive mouth. I moaned as he attacked my tongue. "I want you" I said. "Good, because I need you in me" he replied.
"I was kind of hoping you would fuck me" I replied.
"Oval Office; not before" he replied.
"That might never happen" I said, with a mock sadness in my voice, hoping he might take pity on me.
"Oval Office" he repeated.
"Now, Mr President, I need my ballot box filled" he said with a smile, grabbing my arm, dragging me into the double bedroom.
"See that bed? Drive me through it" he demanded.
I pulled him close, shedding layers as we went. I loved the smell of him when he is horny. I don't know what I smell like when I am in the same mood; but he seems to approve.
I soon had him down to his boxers, as I was naked and ready for action. He pulled on my shoulder, flipping me onto my back. He has some game this guy. He then attacked my cock like he was hungry for milk, and I was his mother.
"Ohh fuck!!" I moaned out, looking down, watching my cock vanish inside this person I was beginning to believe I could not live without. "Ohhh fuck!!!" he swallowed my cock whole and held it within his throat; massaging it with the muscles that drove me wild with lust and want.
"Ready yet?" he asked.
"Fuck yeah!!" I informed him, and with the same movement he did to me, I soon had him on his back. I pushed his knees up to his chest and began to attack his hole with my tongue, slowly opening him up. He was panting like a cheap Washington hooker, or so I've heard.
"Ohhhh fuck!!!!!......BRYCE" he screamed. Luckily, this part of the suite is soundproof, I thought to myself.
I raised myself up and positioned my cock at his back door; and entered him the way I had grown to like, as did he, one quick motion. He told me during sex he liked to feel like he had been fucked; so rough at the beginning was a real turn on for him. For me, I was more than happy to oblige.
"Fuck Yeah!!!!!!" he yelled, as I bottomed out inside him.
"You like that, Bitch?" I berated him. He liked me being totally dominant while fucking. Making love was different; that is slow and sensual. But there are times when you just want to fuck each others brains out. His instructions at the beginning were to drive him through the bed; he likes me to dominate, and dominate is what I am doing.
"Harder, make me feel it" he moaned out; and I did, with all the force I could muster. I pounded his ass into the bed. The people staying in the suite below would hear the bed rocking and banging, and I couldn't care less; my baby wanted servicing and I am doing just that.
I flipped him over so I could bang him from behind. I mounted him, and using slow long strokes, he knew he was being fucked. I could feel him shake beneath me. He was panting like the cheap whore he likes to be.
"Ohh Bryce you ...you...you feel...you " he struggled to speak.
"Yeah, you love my cock, don't you bitch?" I rammed harder and rougher than I had ever done. He was getting close, as was I. I picked up the pace to drive him over the edge. I pulled out of him as I knew he was about to bust. I flipped him back onto his back and re-entered him. I power fucked him hard and fast. We both shot our loads; him onto his abs, me inside his ass. We both were sated. I then exhausted, collapsed on top of him...
A few minutes passed; no words were spoken for a long time.
"You needed that as much as I did" he said, still holding me, our bodies mashed together with cum and sweat. "Yeah, you are right..." I replied.
"I need to shower. Share one?" I asked.
"Sure, and perhaps you could go for round 2 at some point" he laughed, pulling me into the bathroom.
Some twenty minutes later, we emerged clean and fresh. We did not have further sex, Time was moving fast, and I had a short meeting before I attended the convention. "Knock them dead" Danny said, kissing me as I dressed.
"Oh, before you shoot off" I laughed at the double entendre. "Sorry, couldn't help it" I laughed. "And you are going to be President" he replied with a smirk.
"Sorry, but I have picked my running mate" I informed him
"Should I be worried? Is he hot?" he asked
"Mike Longo" I replied.
"Oh, I am not worried unless you have serious daddy issues" he mocked.
"Nope, I like my men just like you" I replied, and kissed him before he left for the convention. Arriving separately, the news they are going to be hit with, and on live TV to boot; no need to fuel the gossip columns.
I opened the door and a new agent was stationed outside my door.
"Your car is here" he informed me. I grabbed my notes and headed out. "Good luck, Sir!" he said, as I climbed into the back of the black sedan.
We made our way to the convention centre five miles away. Despite the relief I had gained from a nice distraction with Danny, the butterflies would not settle inside my gut. The thought of my speech had my heart racing. What if Mike was right? What if James' comments that America is not old enough or wise enough to accept a gay President were right?
"Stop it you idiot. Fight like you were born to" I said to myself.
"We are here, Sir!"
To Be Continued...
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