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Kevin Walker and his husband Scotty Wandell seemed to be a perfect fit, but as happy as they were, there was a strain of unpredictability in their relationship. Kevin, the legal mastermind, made less money than Scotty, now a sous chef after years as a cater waiter. Kevin, ostensibly the more stable of the pair, clung to Scotty like a life preserver, the sound of Scotty's soothing, soft voice massaging most of his cares away. Now that Scotty was becoming more and more successful, Kevin felt unneeded, alone. When Kevin felt unneeded, he started to look for comfort, anywhere he could get it.
He looked up from his papers to stare at his brother-in-law and boss, Senator Robert McCallister. A very conservative Republican who had taken a chance on his liberal gay nemesis. Robert had become more and more of a friend to Kevin, or at least Kevin understood him more. Kevin wanted to get to know him even better. His matinee idol looks, those deep blue eyes, that chiseled jaw, the wavy dark hair. His hard, but not overly muscled body. He was every woman's dream man, and as Kevin zeroed in on the perfect backside which cushioned Robert's tight black trousers, probably every gay man's as well.
As Robert started to turn towards Kevin, an embarrassed Kevin fumbled with his papers. He saw Robert scanning him, in that robotic way Robert could sum up a person without batting an eye. He blushed.
"I think you need a break, Kevin."
Kevin was about to argue when he realized he was more interested in staring at Robert's crotch bulge than in debating the point.
"I...yeah."
He cleared his throat, running a hand through his thinning, curly brown hair as he went into the hallway, deserted on a hot summer day. Even foot soldiers sometimes had lives to live. Kevin envied them.
He tried Scotty's cell, getting nothing, as usual, in response.
"Scotty, please call me. I need you."
He really wanted to hear Scotty's voice right now, teasing him, reassuring him. Failing that, he really wanted Scotty's big dick up his ass. He always felt calmer when he was bottoming. Jason had told him he was the most zen power bottom Jason had ever met...
Jason. Where did that come from? And the mere thought of Robert's minister brother, Kevin's ex-boyfriend, made Kevin's very thick 7 inches swell to the point of public embarrassment.
Kevin went to the bathroom, checking to see that no one was around. As he lowered his fly, he considered going to a stall, but the thought of someone walking in on him masturbating made him feel so good he couldn't resist temptation.
He stood in front of the mirror, his girth barely able to be held in one hand. As he fisted his fat cock he tried to fish his balls out of his slacks. Finally giving up, he angrily ripped open his belt and shoved the pants and boxers down around his ankles. Kevin looked at his reflection, his teeth sinking into his full lower lip as he stared down the wild-eyed man in front of him. He tore open his dress shirt, buttons clanking to the floor as he toyed with his nipples, his nails digging into the nubs, the air conditioning wafting through his chest hair.
Just as Kevin began to get close to blowing his load, the bathroom door suddenly opened.
"I was beginning to worry..."
Robert was left slack-jawed as he saw Kevin savage and stripped, such a contrast from the usual neutoric, tense man he'd come to rely on.
He had several emotions running through his suddenly very warm body, but he let his sneer carry the day.
"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't fire you and have you barred from this building."
Kevin just smirked and pulled Robert to him, clamping their mouths together, a viselike grip on the back of Robert's head.
Robert planned to resist, but Kevin was a very good kisser, teasing Robert's mouth open in no time, breaking down his barriers. The truth was there had always been a strange chemistry between Robert and Kevin, it was always leading up to this moment. And Robert hadn't had any in quite a few months, even when he was with Kitty, sex was usually the last thing on their minds.
He allowed Kevin to push the jacket off his shoulders, unbutton his white dress shirt, pull the tails out from his trousers. He pulled Kevin's shirt off, the pale hairy, slightly plump chest in contrast to the ab-perfect, tanned, smooth chest Kevin had his hands on.
Kevin took in the gorgeous view before he began licking his way down Robert's toned pecs and flat stomach.
"Kevin, are you sure..."
His last attempt at sanity ended when Kevin tongued his navel.
Kevin undid Robert's belt with his teeth, obviously having some practice. Robert barely even noticed as Kevin lowered his jeans. He was so confused, yet never more sure of anything in his life. He shivered as the cool air hit against his long, leaking cock. His 8 inches slapped against his bare stomach, pre-cum flying up to his pecs.
Kevin licked the cum away, planning to share it with a hesitant Robert.
"I've never..." Robert started.
Kevin didn't seem to believe him. Instead, he sank to his knees, working on deepthroating his boss, his brother-in-law. Kevin had such a look of contentment on his face, as his saliva ran down his cheeks, as he fully swallowed the man he had such a complex relationship with.
Robert couldn't look for more than a moment. To know he'd finally brought the smug Kevin Walker to his knees...
"You wanted my dick from the first day we met, didn't you, huh? Is that why you were so angry all the time? Jealous of your sister?"
He slowly removed himself from that delicious mouth, slapping Kevin's cheeks with his throbbing hardon.
"I think we both know a better place for this."
Kevin grinned. He had such a beautiful smile. Robert would tell him that someday. Not right now.
Robert smacked Kevin's beefy buns as he hobbled, pants around his ankles, over to one of the sinks. Robert doled out generous portions of hand soap from a dispenser, lubing Kevin's hairy hole. Kevin grunted as Robert worked one, two, three, finally four fingers in, crudely digit-dicking him. Kevin tried to jerk off, but Robert moved his hands away. Finally he began to slide his cock against the cool porcelain sink as he fucked himself with Robert's fingers.
Slowly, the fingers were replaced with a cock. A slab of meat which filled him to the hilt. The curve to the right was one Kevin hadn't experienced in a long time and which teased his prostated in such long, painful strokes that Kevin was brought to tears of pure pleasure.
"Yeah, right there...right there..."
Robert yanked at Kevin's hair, biting at his exposed neck and throat.
"You're such a slut, Kevin. All those principles...all those...fuck...beliefs...and look at you know. A slave to my cock."
Kevin laughed, his voice ragged with desire and no trace of guilt.
"You're right. I am a slut. Just ask your brother what he did to me...y'know you're an even better fuck than he was..."
Robert's images of his brother's perfect body naked, sweating, pounding into Kevin's expert hole, sent Robert over the edge before he even had time to banish the thoughts.
"FUCCCCK!!!"
Kevin was soon filled with Robert's semen. Robert's beefy thighs pounded into him in a way which was going to leave bruises, but Kevin didn't care. Scotty would be too busy to notice anyway.
Robert slowly pulled out, rapidly cleaning himself off. He refused to look Kevin in the eye, but when he didn't, he kept drifting to other parts of Kevin's hot body.
"Wanna watch me cum?" Kevin panted, jerking himself off in a frenzy, throwing his head back with relieved sobs as he blew his load all over his meaty thighs and furry stomach.
Robert did watch him. And he would replay that image in his mind for many nights.
Robert wasn't going to let Kevin know how much he had enjoyed this. He wasn't even going to admit it to himself. Instead, he left with a warning.
"Don't ever do this here again. And don't EVER mention my brother to me again. EVER."
Kevin just shrugged.
"Fine by me."
As Robert closed the door, he tried to ignore Kevin's smirk. He felt like Kevin had, in some way, won. He felt like nothing would ever be the same again.
That night, when he was drinking alone in his empty office, he got a text.
"Hey bro. Stopping in for few weeks. See u soon. J"
Fuck. Robert wasn't sure what to do. He took another drink, and did his best to ignore the erection suddenly building between his legs.