Rob is desperate to land the hunky governor of Rhode Island, a former action star with a body to die for. Lucky for Rob, the governor is willing to give him a swing on his alpha male manmeat with the right incentive.
That means Rob is in for one exciting adventure in executive-branch man-on-man action!
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Rob stood in the audience, clapping, as he listened to Governor Pancroft’s speech. It was a good speech. Pancroft wasn’t the most charismatic public speaker, but he had a certain awkward charm about him. Plus he had great dimples and a body to die for, which was enough for Rob (and, it seemed, the voters).
Once the speech was over, the crowd melted away. Rob remained though. He was here to talk to Governor Pancroft.
That suit was delightfully tight, showing off the muscles that made Pancroft famous to begin with. Jesse Pancroft had been a professional bodybuilder before becoming an actor and then, eventually, Governor of Rhode Island.
Governor Pancroft stood there shaking hands with people — members of the State Senate, Rob was pretty sure. The situation was kind of tense because most of these members were Republicans, while Pancroft was a Democrat. Rob didn’t care.
He was apolitical. He was only involved in politics because he was in advertising, and he wanted the Pancroft campaign business. Pancroft was going to kick off his re-election campaign soon, so now was the time to do it.
“Hi, Governor Pancroft, it’s so nice to meet you, and I’ve been a fan of your work since the education bill,” Rob said.
“Oh, that’s wonderful, come here, young man,” Governor Pancroft said. He was jokingly friendly because that “education bill” never passed due to intense opposition — Pancroft was happy to meet someone who had paid attention to his career and approved of his first controversial political act. Not many people liked that education bill.
“I work for Mayerbridge Analytics,” Rob said. “I was hoping we could talk today so I could tell you I think you’re being ill-served by your digital team. I can get you a higher rate of user engagement for the same price you’re paying right now.”
Governor Pancroft peered at him, his big body flexing against the confines of his suit. “How do you know what I’m paying right now?”
“Oh, sorry, I forgot something.” Rob cleared his throat. “You’re also over-paying for ineffective data security while your team leaks like a colander.” The retinue of men and women behind the Governor bristled and tried to step between him and Rob. But Governor Pancroft waved them away.
“Let’s talk more. Can you meet me at my hotel this evening?”
“Certainly,” Rob said.
The governor hurried away then, his team shooting angry glances at Rob. He was used to that. You couldn’t move in political circles without making enemies — any scrap of power you might gain for yourself has to come at someone else’s expense, so no matter what you do, it makes you an enemy of someone.
Rob wasn’t worried. He was used to making enemies.
He put his pitch together and headed to the hotel in the evening. He eventually found the governor in the hotel’s gym. Governor Pancroft was on an exercise bike, flanked by assistants, when Rob finally made it in there to see him.
“Our targeting software is more thorough than any of our competitors. We have detailed profiles on every single American, including a list of their nicknames, aliases and screen names. We can match up-” Rob launched into his well-rehearsed pitch, forcing himself to speak despite his distraction.
He was distracted because Governor Pancroft had an incredible physique, especially for a middle-aged man. As a bodybuilder, he had been among the most muscular men in the world — he had been a champion bodybuilder back in the early nineties. Now he was a little older, and he certainly wasn’t a champion anymore, but he maintained his body.
He looked even better now, Rob thought. He had been handsome back then, but he had had that weird bulgey monster-like look that all bodybuilders had. Now he was more human, more real, with fleshy flesh atop firm muscles. He wasn’t quite so vascular, and his skin was taut but not stretched thin like on a bodybuilder.
He looked especially good now, on his exercise bike, wearing only a white tee shirt and shorts. Those thighs made Rob shudder and shake with desire, they were so thick and firm, covered in kinky black hairs. His head was smooth, which was a stark contrast to his former long blond locks, but again, Rob thought he looked better like this. He didn’t mind a bald man, and Governor Pancroft leaned into it by shaving his head.
“I see, I see, I’ve heard Mayerbridge has a good reputation. Governor Maggenhein said she used you guys.”
“Ah, yes, she was remarkable. An excellent candidate,” Rob said. “If she weren’t from Delaware, she could have gone national.”
“It’s easier for a woman. They’re not tempted by hot young flesh every day,” Governor Pancroft said with a laugh. He glanced among his retinue to make sure no one was offended, but they all laughed along with him. “Well, except for Carol.” He winked at one of the women who worked for him, and she blushed. Pancroft looked back at Rob. “Your company can’t make interns go away, can they?”
“Not yet, sir, we’re working on the technology,” Rob said, laughing along with him. He clutched Governor Pancroft’s on his big strong shoulder, barely managing to avoid letting out a moan. Rob enjoyed muscular men. He could have gladly stood there massaging Pancroft’s shoulder all day long.
Governor Pancroft’s dimpled grin disappeared. He glanced at his retinue and security detail, then nodded to the door. “I need privacy.”
Rob stood there while the room emptied. Governor Pancroft waited until the door had slammed shut, and then he lowered his gaze. “You said you have data on every American, right?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Might I be able to access some of it? Specifically, there’s a woman named Caitlin Smiles, I need to know who she’s been talking to, who she’s been emailing. Is that…?”
“That is data we have access to, yes,” Rob said. He yawned. “It’s not something we make available to our clients though, not as a matter of course.”
“But you do sometimes?”
“I’m sorry?”
“Saying you don’t do something ‘as a matter of course’ implies you do do it more irregularly,” Governor Pancroft said. He flashed those incredible dimples once more. His tan skin gleamed with the sweat from his workout. He got down off the exercise bike, and his height and burly build became even more intimidating to Rob.
Rob gulped. “That is an interesting point, Governor,” he said. “If you were to hire Mayerbridge Analytics, I might be able to see what we could do. Perhaps a mistake would occur, wherein a person’s data was accidentally printed out and brought to you by a private courier covered by a non-disclosure agreement. Mistakes do occur.”
“Indeed.”
“What did you say her name was? Caitlin Smiles? Caitlin with a Y?”
“With an I, and that might not be her real name.” He put on a cock-eyed smile. “She’s a stripper.”
“Excellent, thank you,” Rob said. He cleared his throat. “You must have very little time for women, Governor, and so few opportunities to be with them safely.”
“Yeah, man, that’s a problem.” Pancroft rolled his eyes. “The press is fuckin’ crazy, you know? They still think I was messing around with this intern like three years ago, they keep interviewing her and shit…” He chuckled with glee. “But I never did, and never would! She was fat as hell, and not in a good way. She smelled like a quesadilla.” He paused. “That wasn’t a racist joke, she wasn’t Mexican, she literally smelled like a quesadilla. You’d have to pay me to fuck her! Like, a lot too, you’d have to pay six figures at least. Seven if I had to keep the lights on.”
Rob laughed along with him. “Was that the Caitlin-?”
“Oh, no, different woman entirely. I never slept with Caitlin Smiles either, she’s a stripper whose brother keeps getting leaks from my team. I need to know who’s talking to her.” He grinned. “She is pretty hot though. Her, I’d fuck, in a heartbeat.”
“Ah, well…” Rob smiled. “Maybe I could help.”
“What? You know her? Can you get info off her directly?”
“No, no, not like that. I mean I could help in other ways. I know your wife is usually gone-“
“Raising money for Martian orphans or something, yeah.”
“So you must be in desperate need of a woman’s touch.”
“If you’re going to hook me up with a prostitute, I’m not interested. I can’t afford more blackmail,” he said with a laugh. He got back up on the exercise bike, lazily pedaling as he talked. Then his eyes brightened like he had forgotten something. He went to the box of dumbbells on the floor and picked up a small weight. He began doing bicep curls, the sight of which made Rob shift his weight uncomfortably. Governor Pancroft’s biceps were firm and massive — his hefty frame made his arms so big Rob could have curled up in his armpit.
“No, I’m not a pimp,” Rob said. “I just thought I could help, y’know, if you were horny. I’d be a lot more likely to find that information on Caitlin Smiles if I knew I could trust you.”
“Oh? What would it take for you to trust me that well?”
“I find that the best way to get to know a man, to know if he’s trustworthy or not… is to get it up the ass from him. You can’t lie with your dick in a man’s ass, that’s science.”
“Is it?” Governor Pancroft finally stopped his bicep curls for long enough to peer into Rob’s eyes.
Rob nodded. “There’s no cameras in here, right?”
“No… My security guys checked this place.”
“So you don’t have to worry about blackmail. The media wouldn’t believe it anyway,” Rob said, “So this is a freebie.” He licked his lips. “And we’d both enjoy it… and then, when it’s all over, you’ll get your information on Ms Smiles.” Rob gently caressed the solid bump of Governor Pancroft’s left bicep.
Pancroft shrugged. He got up, ignoring Rob’s touch, and went to the hotel room door. He poked his head out.
“Don’t disturb me for at least five minutes.”
“Ten,” Rob said. He snuck up behind Governor Pancroft and pinched one asscheek. Pancroft bristled and swayed his hips like he was trying to push Rob’s hand away with his ass.
“Ten minutes. No, fifteen.” Governor Pancroft smiled.
“Governor, we have that meeting with the majority leader in half an hour-“
“Well, half an hour is longer than fifteen minutes, isn’t it, Carol? So it’s all good. Just stay out for fifteen minutes. We’re discussing… national security in here.” He slammed the door shut. He scoffed. “She nags worse than my wife.”
“Oh, that’s terrible,” Rob said. He smiled and put one finger on the elastic waistband of Pancroft’s workout shorts. He hooked into the fabric — he could just barely feel the coarse pubic hairs that extended this far up on his body — and used it like a harness to drag Governor Pancroft across the room.
Pancroft moved to lay down on the bench-press bench, but Rob stopped him. “On the exercise chair, if you don’t mind.”
“Oh? Oh, you like it like that… Fine.” Pancroft sat on the bike, holding onto the handles for support as Rob kneeled next to the bike. It smelled strongly of his sweat and his stale funk, which Rob adored. Alphas love it when someone worshiped their body and the stink that women normally disliked. That was especially true of politicians who were expected to be clean and spotless at all times, and Rob took a big long sniff of he funk.
“Umm… Governor Pancroft, you taste so good…” Rob’s tongue snaked out and licked all over the vinyl surface of the bike-seat, while Pancroft lifted himself up to pull his shorts down.
At last a hefty cock popped out. Rob had seen that cock in a blurry still-image from the movie Locked Up in Alabama when Governor Pancroft — then just a bodybuilder and aspiring action star — had played Prison Rapist Number Two. The shot of his bare cock wasn’t in the final movie, nor even in the director’s cut, it had just appeared on the Internet a few years after the movie’s release. Pancroft had never given permission for it, and he threatened a lawsuit.
So Rob had been daydreaming about this for a long time. He was glad to see it was as big in real life as it had seemed to be in that blurry picture. He wondered, not for the first time, if Pancroft had leaked it himself — it got him plenty of attention, plus it ensured everyone knew he had a big cock, while he got to play the victim and ally with various women’s groups opposed to revenge porn. It was good politics. Rob would have suggested leaking it if he were involved in Pancroft’s career at the time.
He slurped on the tip of Pancroft’s big cockshaft, which lay stuck to his ballsac because he was sweaty and unwashed. Rob didn’t use his fingers — it was hotter to struggle a bit to get it in his mouth — so he had to use his tongue to unstick the shaft from his sac and then work it, centimeter by centimeter, into his mouth.
It twinged and pulsated in Rob’s mouth. The taste was bright and sunny, intensely salty, and it made Rob’s brain reel with desire. He sucked down every drop of manly sweat that clung to Pancroft’s shaft.
“Aaaaah, shit… you know how long it’s been since I got a blowjob from a woman?” He leaned back, but since there was nothing to lean on, he gripped the handlebars, stretching his back and shoulders as far as he could. “It’s been like six years. My wife doesn’t suck dick. She says it’s unfeminist.”
Rob made a supportive gurgling noise, but he wasn’t really listening. Married men usually talked about their wives when he jacked them off. It was annoying but predictable. No wife keeps up with the blowjobs after marriage. They all seem like they will, or at least might, but none do.
As Governor Pancroft’s cock firmed up in Rob’s mouth, Rob swallowed it deeper and deeper. Once he was fully erect, Rob pulled off and ran his tongue up and down the shaft. Pancroft shuddered and moaned, as a wave of pleasure visibly rippled through his muscular torso. He held onto Rob’s scalp and guided his head up and down, and Rob stretched his throat to swallow the whole thing.
He got down so deep Pancroft’s pubic hair enveloped his nose, and Rob could smell the humid sweat rising up from his ballsac. Rob hefted his balls in one hand as though estimating their weight, while his other reached up to massage the rippling muscle of his chest and his flat belly.
“Ah, yeah, get your tongue all over there, right here.” He pointed to the root of his cock, right where it met his crotch and his sac. Rob attacked it with his mouth, producing so much spit it dripped in clumps onto the exercise bike. “Shit… you’re making a mess.”
Rob looked up at him, hands roaming over Pancroft’s bodybuilder-chest. “With all due respect, Governor, it’s your cock, it’s your mess.”
Pancroft laughed his big barrel-belly laugh. He clutched his chest. “Well, I’m in charge of this state, and I’m commanding you to swallow all that nastiness instead of letting it drip all over the bike. Why, the good people of Rhode Island paid for this exercise bike!”
“Hmmm… I have an idea for something that would be much tidier,” Rob said. He kept one hand slowly stroking Pancroft’s cock, letting the precum lube up his grip, as he climbed onto the bike on Pancroft’s lap. It was difficult, and he had to use Pancroft’s muscles for support, which did not bother Rob one bit. He ascended his chest and biceps like a mountain, until at last his feet were on the pedals, ass raised above Pancroft’s crotch, his dick aiming for it already.
“Shit, man, damn… I feel like I’m just a gym rat again,” he murmured to himself. He would never admit it, but he had had a sugar-daddy when he was just beginning his career. He could barely afford a gym membership, and an older man had offered to pay for it as long as he came over to “do some work” at his apartment. When he began his political career, Pancroft was relieved to discover that older man had died a few years before, seemingly without telling anyone about it — Pancroft hadn’t been all that famous before the man died, so he probably had no reason to tell anyone.
It had been a long time since he had anal too, Governor Pancroft thought. Being governor was not as much fun as he had hoped. If he had joined politics back in the JFK-era, he thought, that would have been fun. He’d be fucking some beautiful blonde intern on an exercise bike instead of a cornholing this media freak.
But Pancroft didn’t care at this point who he stuck his dick in. He just wanted to ram his cock into an ass that wouldn’t complain and might even beg to take the whole thing. Most women wouldn’t even take his entire cock in their pussy, much less their ass. This turned out to be the perfect position. He was tall enough to stand on his feet, straddling the bike, while Rob stood on the pedals and leaned forward.
“Ah shit…” He grunted into Rob’s ear, gripping him with both hands when Rob shuddered. “Hold still, yeah, lemme in…” He kissed Rob on the cheek. That was entirely out of habit — he hadn’t intended to kiss Rob at all — but Pancroft leaned into it and pretended it was deliberate. He kissed him as though that was his payment. It didn’t really feel as weird as he had thought it would. It was like kissing a statue though, because Rob was gritting his teeth and grunting as his asshole stretched to accommodate Pancroft’s cock.
There was resistance but not because Rob was trying to stop Pancroft’s cock from entering him. He wanted to take the whole thing. It was just so big he had to take a deep breath and stretch his asshole open. Rob took enough dick these days that he rarely had to struggle like that, an dit was nice to have a challenge.
“Hmmm, oh god, you feel nice…” Pancroft said. He thrust with his hips once more, forcing the rest of his shaft all the way to the root into Rob’s sensitive ass. The sensation sent a wave of cascading pleasure to crash through Rob’s body, and his fingers tightened into claws that dug at the exercise bike’s controls.
At last, Pancroft was all the way in, his thick-fingered hands groping roughly over Rob’s smooth body. He gently caressed Rob’s chest and kissed him on the cheek and earlobe. He was glad to see that Rob seemed to like the kiss on his earlobe — Pancroft’s wife liked that too — so Pancroft focused on doing that over and over. He paid little attention to his lips because all that mattered to him in the moment was the sheer bliss shooting through his body from Rob’s tight booty.
The pressure in Rob’s ass was intense, but it was slowly, bit by bit, replaced by an intense wave of pleasure instead. It flowed through him, first pulsating in sync with his heartbeat, like he could only feel pleasure in between the beats.
“Oh god, stick it in me!”
But the more Governor Pancroft rammed back and forth, the most constant and potent was Rob’s growing orgasm. He gripped the exercise bike so firmly he thought he might rip it off. Governor Pancroft’s kept on licking and sucking on his earlobe as though that was his sole focus right now, his hips and cock moving on autopilot.
Rob shot his own wad, just as there came a loud knock on the door. Maybe the surprise of the sound was what triggered Rob’s orgasm, and it certainly made it more intense, as he tightened up and stopped moving for a moment. Then he could resist no longer, and Rob shot his cream onto the frame and body of the exercise bike. Cum flew over the entire thing and coated Rob’s hand. A fat creamy wad of jizz spurted onto the floor beside the exercise bike.
“Sir? Are you okay?” One of the bodyguards could be heard right outside the door.
“Yes! Fine! I’m just working out hard, you know how that is!” Governor Pancroft called out. “Gotta get my pump on!” He hoped that didn’t sound as tense as it seemed in his mind. He tried to sound out-of-breath, both because that would make sense if he was exercising hard and because it would cover up the sexual tension in his voice.
Apparently it worked. That security guy breathed heavily outside the room, listening at the door, but he didn’t come in. Cum dripped over the exercise bike as Governor Pancroft finally reached orgasm, the most potent climax he’d felt since before he got married. Rob was only just now finishing up his own climax.
Pancroft didn’t even know it could still feel like this. Waves of bliss wafted over him. He didn’t even feel himself actually cumming because Rob’s ass was so tight it enveloped him, as though his entire body was inside Rob and experiencing this incredible climax.
He roared and pounded on his chest, managing to avoid making such obvious sounds only because he turned it into a Tarzan yell — that was a joke he sometimes made when someone commented on his muscles — that sounded more or less like his normal voice. It concealed the warbly orgasmic nature to his tone.
Cum sprayed into Rob’s ass, coating his insides and seeping into his flesh. He could feel it trickling through his body. It kept flowing too, wad after wad of it flying into him. That was a bigger wad than Rob expected from a middle-aged man.
“Ah, goddamn, hell yeah…” Governor Pancroft sighed, as another jet of jizz leaked into Rob’s behind. He had felt this relaxed in a long time either. It was almost enough to make him want to quit politics. He’d be famous enough he could fuck all the time then, women would throw themselves at him and they may not feel as good as Rob’s tight ass… But Governor Pancroft didn’t want to think like that. He told himself that Rob’s ass was not as good as any woman’s tender womanhood and certainly not as good as his wife’s.
Not that she ever let him put it in her bottom.
He let his cock slowly slip out of Rob’s ass, and they both shuddered when it finally happened. Rob sighed and rolled off the bike, which now stank of cum. Rob got a handful of toilet paper from the bathroom and wiped it all up the best he could.
“C’mon, hurry up and get dressed,” Governor Pancroft said crossly. He had already put his exercise clothes back on. “I’m going to take a shower before meeting the majority leader. Since, y’know, he’s unlikely to jerk me off.”
“You never know…” Rob smirked as he got dressed. “So do we have your business?”
Pancroft shook his hand. “You certainly do. Send me the paperwork, and I’ll sign it.”
Rob smiled back at him. “I certainly will, and I’ll bring you that info as soon as I can get it without leaving a record. Gimme a week,” he said. “Have a good night with the majority leader. Don’t let him pressure you into anything. No means no.” He saluted smartly and walked out the door before Governor Pancroft could respond.
Rob ignored the suspicious glances of the security guys and politicos who watched him leave. He was used to their suspicions, and it didn’t bother him. He had gotten what he wanted — the Pancroft reelection campaign account — and the other thing he wanted to boot — to get it up the ass from Governor Pancroft, and that was all that mattered to Rob.