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The Senator from Montana

Chapter Three: Heat in the Hideaway

In the dim, amber glow of Jon Tester’s hideaway office, buried in the Capitol’s maze-like depths, the air was heavy with cigar smoke and the primal musk of desire. The senator, a hulking 6’1” figure of Montana-bred grit, sprawled across a worn leather couch, his open shirt exposing a broad, chest and a belly rounded from years of hearty farm meals. His graying flattop haircut caught the faint light, and his piercing blue eyes simmered with a potent mix of authority and raw hunger. His wristwatch ticked softly on his weathered left wrist, missing three fingers from a childhood accident, a quiet rhythm against the charged silence. His right hand lazily swirled a cigar, its tip glowing red, while below, his 8-inch cock—thick, cut, with a bulbous red head—stood rigid amidst a coarse bush of pubic hair, his heavy, hairy balls sagging against the leather. Scuffed cowboy boots, the last remnant of his attire, grounded his rugged frame.

Across from him stood Jack Lucas, his 24-year-old executive assistant, whose boyish charm and athletic 5’10” frame masked a bold confidence. Light brown hair, artfully tousled, framed a face with striking blue eyes that glinted with mischief and resolve. His stocky build strained against his button-up shirt, the fabric clinging to his broad shoulders, while the bulge in his jeans hinted at his own 7-inch cock, already twitching with anticipation. Their shared laughter had eased the grind of Senate votes, but now, in this clandestine hour, the air pulsed with unspoken, electric need.

Tester’s gravelly voice sliced through the haze, laced with his trademark profanity.

“Lucas, you gonna stand there starin’ or do somethin’ about this?”

He gestured to his throbbing erection, a smirk curling his lips as he puffed his cigar, exhaling a cloud that curled toward the ceiling.

Lucas didn’t hesitate. He dropped to his knees between Tester’s spread thighs, his hands finding the senator’s thick, hairy legs, the coarse texture grounding him in the moment. He leaned forward, pressing slow, deliberate kisses to Tester’s belly, savoring the warm, salty skin as he worked upward. Tester’s right nipple, pink and pebbled, drew him in, and Lucas latched on, lips closing around it with a soft suck that turned firm, his tongue flicking the sensitive bud in tight, teasing circles. The taste of sweat and skin flooded his senses, and Tester’s low, rumbling moan fueled his hunger. Lucas lingered, alternating between gentle licks and deep, hungry pulls, nursing the nipple until it glistened with spit. Tester’s calloused right hand settled on Lucas’s shoulder, urging him closer, while the senator’s cock twitched, brushing Lucas’s chest and leaving a slick trail of precum.

“Aw, fucker, yeah,” Tester growled, his voice rough as Montana gravel. His hips shifted, his erection straining for attention.

Lucas shifted to the left nipple, kissing it softly before sucking it into his mouth, his tongue swirling with deliberate precision. His fingers returned to the right nipple, now slick and sensitive, pinching and rolling it gently, then harder, drawing a sharp hiss from Tester. The senator’s moans deepened, his broad chest heaving as Lucas worked both nipples in tandem, his mouth and fingers relentless.

“Goddamn, Lucas, you got me hard as a fuckin’ rock,” Tester muttered, his left hand—scarred and three-fingered—pulling Lucas up for a bruising kiss.

Their lips crashed together, Tester’s tongue dominating, tasting of cigar smoke and whiskey, claiming Lucas’s mouth with rough urgency. Lucas melted into it, his own cock throbbing painfully against his jeans, precum soaking the denim in a dark, spreading stain.

Breaking the kiss, Lucas trailed his lips down Tester’s belly again, nipping at the taut skin before reaching the senator’s cock. He wrapped his hand around the base, marveling at its girth, the thick shaft pulsing under his grip. Leaning in, he dragged his tongue slowly along the underside, tracing the prominent vein from base to tip, savoring the salty, musky taste. He swirled his tongue around the bulbous red head, lapping at the bead of precum that glistened there, the flavor sharp and intoxicating. Tester groaned, his hips bucking slightly as Lucas teased the slit, his tongue dipping into it with slow, deliberate flicks before circling the head again, coating it in spit.

Lucas parted his lips and took Tester into his mouth, the thick shaft stretching his jaw as he eased down, inch by inch. His tongue worked tirelessly, swirling around the head, then flattening against the underside as he bobbed, taking Tester deeper with each slow, deliberate motion. The coarse pubic hair tickled his nose as he buried his face, the senator’s balls pressing against his chin. Lucas hollowed his cheeks, sucking hard, the wet, sloppy sounds filling the room as he set a steady rhythm. Tester’s hand found Lucas’s tousled hair, fingers tangling as he guided the pace, thrusting gently into the warm, eager mouth.

“Aw, yeah, boy, suck my cock,” Tester rasped, his voice thick with lust as he puffed his cigar, the smoke curling around them. “Fuckin’ love that mouth of yours.”

Lucas’s hands roamed upward, fingers finding Tester’s nipples again, pinching and twisting them in time with his sucking. The dual sensation drew a guttural moan from the senator, his hips jerking as Lucas’s tongue teased the sensitive frenulum, flicking rapidly before diving back down to take him deep. Lucas gagged slightly, eyes watering, but he didn’t pull back, driven by Tester’s growled praise. He pulled off briefly with a wet pop, a string of spit connecting his lips to the glistening cockhead. He dove back in, licking a slow, wet stripe from balls to tip, his tongue lingering on the heavy, hairy sac, sucking one ball gently into his mouth, then the other, rolling them with his tongue as Tester groaned above him.

“Goddamn, Lucas, you’re a fuckin’ artist,” Tester rumbled, his free hand stroking Lucas’s shoulder as if to anchor himself.

Lucas returned to the shaft, his lips stretching wide as he took Tester deep again, his throat constricting around the bulbous head. He alternated his pace—slow, teasing sucks followed by fast, hungry bobs, his tongue never still, swirling and flicking with relentless precision. Spit dripped down Tester’s balls, pooling on the leather couch, and Lucas’s fingers kept up their assault on the senator’s nipples, pinching harder now, the sharp pleasure making Tester’s cock twitch in his mouth.

“Love you slobberin’ all over my meat,” Tester growled, his thrusts growing more urgent. “Suck that dick, boy. Fuckin’ take it.”

Lucas hummed around the cock, the vibration sending a shudder through Tester’s frame. He focused on the head, sucking tightly while his tongue swirled furiously, teasing the slit with quick, darting licks. His hands pinched both nipples in sync, twisting just enough to make Tester curse under his breath. The senator’s balls drew up, his hips snapping forward as the tension built.

“Fuck, boy, I’m gonna...” Tester’s words broke into a guttural moan as he came, his cock pulsing as hot, thick spurts flooded Lucas’s mouth.

Lucas swallowed greedily, the salty, bitter taste overwhelming his senses as he milked every drop, his tongue still working the sensitive head to prolong Tester’s pleasure. His fingers kept teasing the senator’s nipples, drawing out the orgasm until Tester’s body shuddered, his cigar nearly slipping from his lips as he panted, staring down at Lucas with a mix of awe and possession.

Lucas pulled off slowly, lips swollen and glistening, a thin string of cum and spit stretching from his mouth to Tester’s softening cock. He licked his lips, meeting the senator’s burning blue gaze with a cocky grin. “Good enough for you, Senator?”

Tester chuckled, low and rough, taking a long drag from his cigar and exhaling a plume of smoke.

“Lucas, you’re gonna fuckin’ kill me one of these days. But hell if it ain’t worth it.”

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