Chapter Five
Flying north again on American Airline's puddle-jumper, one of a dozen daily flights out of LAX to Sacramento, Raj was smiling and was delighted that he had fulfilled most of his goals over a long weekend with Stuart in Los Angeles.
They had visited Aneth and her children, had gone to dinner with Ross and his husband Joaquin, "The Most Beautiful Man in the Universe", had lunch at home with Mario and Peter together with friends and family, and had spent time wandering the beach adjacent to Mario's house in Malibu.
But there was one thing nagging at Raj's conscience: he needed to confide in Stuart.
"I need to confess something to you" Stuart startled Raj out of his musings.
"And I need to confess something to you as well" Raj replied. They both grinned, and talking over each other, both said "You first." That achieved a side-long glance from the first-class flight attendant.
Laughing, Raj said "Please, you go first, let me know what is on your mind."
"Well, forgive me for not discussing this with you before we left Sacramento last week, but I have had a concern about the future- our future- with the Governor and so I have been musing for several weeks about how to solve that riddle. So, this weekend, while we were having lunch with Mario and Peter at the house in Malibu, I spoke with them about the possibility of joining the law firm if, in the future, we ever move back to LA."
"You are rambling, but that's OK, I get it. I have been having similar thoughts about the future as well, and I am kind of stuck as to how to solve the riddle, so while we were having dinner with Ross and Joaquin in Beverly Hills, I spoke with him about the possibility of joining his consulting firm. You know I do not have a terminal degree like you do in law, so the career path is not as clear-cut."
"When did you discuss that? I never noticed the two of you in any secret discussions?"
"You had gone to the restroom, and I knew I had about five minutes to float the idea to Ross, and he agreed to call me later this week to discuss it at length, so when we get back to work I have an appointment to have a video call with him."
"You are a Hell of a lot smarter than I am; that's a great idea, and I wish you the very best of luck. By the way, it looks like I can join Mario's law firm at any time, but I will need to work my ass off in order to build a clientele since I have never practiced law in a private firm."
"Well, for my sake, do not work your ass off, I happen to love that ass and it keeps me awake some nights."
They both laughed; Stuart visibly relaxed, and then floated an idea for Raj to consider.
"You know, we have not fucked in a long time."
"Stuart, excuse me, we had sex every night in LA."
"Yes, we made love, and it is always my greatest joy in life, to be with you and make love with you, but what I mean is, you know, like when we were in Puerto Vallarta, and had a couple of rent-men, and fucked their brains out?"
"Oh, yes, now I am on track with you. What do you have in mind?"
"Well, the state Assembly is in recess next weekend, and if we do not have any need to be on the ground in Sacramento, why don't we shoot up to Tahoe for the weekend and try out the local scenery?"
"And by local scenery, I assume you mean every available rent-boy?"
"You got it!"
Which is exactly what they did. Who knew that Alaska Airlines had an intermediate stop between Sacramento and Reno? At any rate, by 9 PM on that Friday night, they were comfortably lodged in a cozy cabin overlooking the south shore of Lake Tahoe, with Raj's majestic Hindu cock firmly planted in the welcoming ass of a Scandinavian God, whose mouth was warmly wrapped around Stuart's Idaho farm-boy cock, God on his knees with Raj behind him fucking and Stuart seated at the head of the bed enjoying the slurping sounds of two cocks in motion.
When they changed positions, with Raj sucking the Hammer of God and Stuart fucking the Scandinavian, Raj knew he had made the best choice of his life when he had hesitated only a nano-second at their wedding ceremony before saying "I do." Stuart brought him all kinds of joy, not just sexual; this massive blonde model was enjoyable for the moment, but only for the moment.
Stuart was his life-long passion and his life-long commitment; "fucking" was the correct term for what Stuart had had in mind when they planned this quick trip. Making love was what they did for each other at home in their own bed.
Before falling asleep near midnight, both Raj and Stuart had fucked and sucked the Thor-replica, and both of them had also been fucked by Thor, whose stamina was legendary: the Scandinavian had come at least four times, once each in Stuart's ass and Raj's ass, and once each in their mouths as well.
Over coffee the next morning, Stuart asked Raj what he wanted to do for the day; Raj's twinkling eyes gave him the answer.
Before the coffee was cold, Stuart had arranged for another rent-man to show up at the cabin by 4 PM, this one a lanky Brazilian model with dark hair, blue eyes, caramel-colored skin and a Dick of Death. They wasted no time in social pleasantries: Stuart was standing behind the Brazilian kissing his neck and unbuttoning his pants while Raj was working on freeing the D. of D. from its tight white Armani briefs in order to get it into his mouth as quickly as possible.
Stuart loved to watch: seeing Raj take that massive Brazilian cock all of the way down his throat was a mystery and a wonder. He must have had great training with his mentor back home in India. The Brazilian was registering his own amazement by actually hardening and lengthening the cock that was frightening enough when soft; his moaning began immediately as Raj's lips engulfed the Amazonian Anaconda.
Stuart guided both of them to the bed; he struggled to arrange the Brazilian so that he was on his knees so that Stuart could eat his ass, with Raj still sucking on the cock that Stuart also wanted to experience. With assaults on his cock and his ass simultaneously, the Man from Ipanema was moaning loudly enough for the next three cabins to call 911. "No worries" thought Stuart; "let them join us."
By dinner time, Stuart had had his own ass stretched by the thick Brazilian cock, and Raj as well had been assaulted by it, both of their assholes twitching with delight and slowly leaking streams of cock-juice. They lay side by side as the Brazilian was face-fucking Stuart, with Raj slowly jacking himself and the model. Stuart, gagging on the giant cock, could not breathe, but thought "It will be really difficult to explain this to the coroner."
Or the Governor, he also thought, almost giggling.
As it turned out, the Governor would get enough news to last a lifetime on the Joys of Gay Sex in the coming week.
After the Brazilian had showered and left, and after Stuart and Raj had also showered and had a late-afternoon nap and a light supper, their third appointment was knocking at the cabin door.
Skinny young American beach-boy-style twinks were not Raj's style, but he thought it was no harm in making sure Stuart was pleased and turned on by a treat such as the two faces peering in the windows at the side of the double door.
But then the drama began. Twink Number One introduced himself as "Roger from Hollywood" but who the Hell knew the truth? It hardly mattered, as long as he had a nice cock, nice ass, and adequate skills. Twink Number Two introduced himself as "Chris from Sacramento" and then Stuart began to hyperventilate: `Chris' was Chris Martin, the son of the Governor.
Before either Raj or Stuart could react, Roger was undressing himself, already down to his boxer-briefs with a modest `grower-not-shower' style cock; Chris had not moved and was stunned into silence as the three of them, Stuart, Raj, and Chris, stared at each other.
"Uhm", was the best Chris could muster; Stuart started to say "This is not good, this is not going to work", and Raj let out a long, deep sigh.
Stuart pushed Chris toward the sofa and said "Sit. We need to discuss this."
Roger was unsure of what to do, since he was the only one in the room who had disrobed; he made no move to reclaim his clothing, and sat, semi-naked, next to Stuart. Raj was not turned on by Roger but was amused at the turn of events.
Stuart quickly assured Chris that none of these events would be leaked to the Governor, although he was only sure of his control of the actual immediate personal circumstance; there was no way he could control whatever media made a living from lurking around the Governor and his family.
Raj was still amused by the scenario, and watching Roger, began to notice that the `grower-not-shower' style cock had indeed begun to grow. He coughed to get Stuart's attention, and nodded toward the cock of Twink Number One.
Stuart glanced at the stiffening cock, and immediately lost his train of thought; Roger had placed a hand on Stuart's thigh, and then took Stuart's hand and placed it on his own engorging cock.
It was not a cock of the size or girth of their two previous visitors, but it was a cock, and it was stiff, and it was long enough now to be peaking out of the boxer-briefs. Stuart's libido took control of his conscious mind, and all reason and logic and attorney-control evaporated.
Raj decided to accelerate things, and knelt in front of Roger, and without even pulling the boxer-briefs off the twink, pulled the cock from over the top of the waistband, and began sucking on it like a drowning man gasping for air. Roger, being either a great actor (he said he was from Hollywood, after all) or in dire need of a blowjob, began moaning and panting.
It was mere minutes before Raj sucked an orgasm out of Twink Number One, and with cum dribbling down the corner of his mouth, Raj was smiling at Stuart, who was by now sufficiently hard to have forgotten all of his previous arguments about the appropriateness of having sex with the Governor's gay son.
That gay son took things into his own hands, or, mouth, as it turned out. Chris was on his knees in seconds and had Stuart's beautiful cock in his mouth, and while the speed of the blowjob did not match Raj's performance on Roger, it was electric enough for Stuart to explode with enough cum to force Chris to gag a few times attempting to swallow.
Roger decided he had to try to replicate Chris's performance, and took Raj's cock into his mouth as well, and in less than 10 minutes, had a mouthful of cum.
Stuart looked at Chris and realizing his was the only cock in the room which had not blown a load, took Chris's nice 21-year-old twink cock into his mouth and slowly and warmly coaxed an orgasm from the son of the Governor of California.
"Nice" Stuart said after swallowing and wiping his lips; Chris grinned, Roger laughed, and Raj applauded.
Chris then had an evil grin on his face and looking at Raj, asked "Do you want to fuck?"
Raj said "Well, I guess if we use Vegas Rules, sure, let's fuck."
Stuart thought to himself this was going to end in disaster, but four hard cocks in a room with a king-size bed in a cozy mountain cabin on the shores of Lake Tahoe had sufficient power to destroy cogent thought and reasonable argument.
By midnight, all four assholes had been thoroughly eaten; all four assholes had been good and truly fucked; all four cocks had been sucked again; and a daisy-chain of sucking mouths and hard cocks had required a lot of athletic skill to keep everyone joined together mouth-to-cock.
When Roger and Chris had exited the cabin, Stuart reminded them to keep below the radar of the media, and to keep their mouths shut about what had happened in this cabin. Too bad such great advice was soon ignored by Roger, who had nothing to lose in comparison to the son of the Governor.
It was no surprise to Stuart, then, on Monday afternoon to find the Governor pacing in his office with the front page of the "Local Politics" section of the Sacramento Bee newspaper in his hand. The small single-column story below the fold was headlined "Governor's Gay Son Found in Reno Love Nest".