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The Senator From Montana

CHAPTER: The Final Session

Featuring Sen. Jon Tester

The halls of the Hart Senate Office Building were a ghostly shell of their usual chaos, the silence amplifying the weight of transition on move-out day. Jon Tester, Montana’s senior senator for nearly two decades, stood in his now-barren third-floor office, the last vestiges of his political reign packed into cardboard boxes. At 68, Tester was a towering figure at 6'1", his robust frame a testament to years of hard labor on Montana soil and his blue eyes held a storm of nostalgia and defiance. Dressed in a black suit jacket, white dress shirt, a striped tie of red, white, and gray, matching black pants, and polished black dress shoes, he looked every bit the senator, even as his tenure crumbled. But beneath the formal attire, Tester’s 8-inch, thick cock stirred with memories of forbidden pleasure, a secret he’d kept locked within these walls.

His loss to Republican Tim Sheehy last month had gutted him, but the emptiness of the office couldn’t compare to the void left by the clandestine moments he’d shared here with Jack Lucas, his 28-year-old executive assistant. Jack, at 5'10", had a stocky, athletic build, his light brown hair tousled just enough to soften his boyish face and his 7-inch cock had been a source of mutual fascination in their stolen encounters. Their shared Montana roots and disdain for D.C. pretension had forged an ironclad bond—one that had long since crossed into the physical.

Tester’s calloused fingers traced the edge of his old desk, a smirk tugging at his lips as he recalled the times he’d bent Jack over it, the younger man’s moans echoing off the wood-paneled walls.

“Fuck, Lucas, we had some good times here,” he muttered to himself, his voice gravelly, the profanity as natural as breathing. His thoughts were interrupted by a familiar silhouette in the doorway—Jack, framed by the fading golden light of the Capitol grounds.

“Jon, I couldn’t leave without saying goodbye to this place,” Jack said, his voice soft but heavy with their shared history, his lanyard still dangling around his neck—a remnant of his role as Tester’s loyal aide. Tester turned, his blue eyes locking onto Jack’s with a hunger that hadn’t dimmed.

“I was just thinkin’ about you, Lucas. About us,” he growled, his tone thick with desire as he closed the distance between them. Jack’s breath hitched as Tester’s large frame loomed over him, the senator’s hands—scarred and powerful—pulling him into a bruising kiss. Their lips crashed together, tongues tangling with a desperate edge, the taste of goodbye and longing mingling in the heat of their mouths. Tester’s hands slid under Jack’s shirt, fingers digging into the firm muscle of his back, the warmth of Jack’s skin igniting a fire in his gut.

“Fuck, I’ve missed this,” Tester rasped against Jack’s lips, his voice a low rumble as he tugged at Jack’s tie, loosening the knot with a rough yank. Jack’s hands were just as eager, unbuttoning Tester’s dress shirt to reveal the senator’s broad, weathered chest. They stumbled toward the window overlooking the Capitol, the risk of being seen adding a thrill to their already charged encounter.

“One last time, Lucas. Right here, for old times’ sake,” Tester murmured, his fingers deftly unbuckling Jack’s belt, the leather sliding free with a soft hiss. Jack’s pants dropped to his ankles, revealing his 7-inch cock, already hard and leaking against his thigh. Tester’s eyes darkened with lust as he sank to his knees, his large hands gripping Jack’s hips.

“Look at you, fuckin’ perfect,” he growled, his breath hot against Jack’s skin before he took him into his mouth.

Jack’s head tipped back, a low moan escaping his lips as Tester’s lips wrapped around his cock, the senator’s tongue swirling around the head with practiced ease. Tester sucked hard, his mouth wet and relentless, taking Jack deep until the tip hit the back of his throat. The missing fingers on his left hand didn’t hinder his grip as he held Jack steady, his right hand stroking the base of Jack’s shaft in time with his bobbing head.

“Goddamn, Jon… fuck, you’re so good at that,” Jack gasped, his fingers tangling in Tester’s flattop, the short strands prickling against his palms. Tester pulled off with a wet pop, a string of spit connecting his lips to Jack’s cock as he looked up with a wicked grin.

“You taste better than any fuckin’ whiskey, Lucas,” he said, his voice rough with arousal. He stood, spinning Jack around to face the window, the younger man’s hands bracing against the glass. The Capitol grounds stretched out below, oblivious to the scene unfolding above. Tester shoved his own pants down, his 8-inch, thick cock springing free, the head already glistening with precum. He pressed himself against Jack’s back, his erection nestling between Jack’s cheeks as he leaned in to growl in his ear, “You ready for me, boy?”

“Always, Jon,” Jack breathed, his voice trembling with anticipation as he pushed his hips back, eager for what was coming. Tester spit into his hand, slicking himself up before lining up with Jack’s entrance. He pushed in slowly at first, the tight heat of Jack’s ass gripping him like a vice, drawing a guttural groan from deep in his chest.

“Still fuckin’ tight as hell, Lucas,” Tester grunted, his hands gripping Jack’s hips as he bottomed out, his balls pressed against Jack’s skin.

Jack moaned, his breath fogging the glass as Tester began to move, each thrust deep and deliberate, the senator’s thick cock stretching him in a way that made his knees weak.

“Harder, Jon… don’t hold back,” Jack pleaded, his voice raw with need. Tester obliged, his pace quickening, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the empty office. The window rattled slightly with each thrust, the risk of being seen by some late-night staffer or security guard only heightening their pleasure.

Tester’s right hand slid around to grip Jack’s cock, stroking him in time with his thrusts, his calloused fingers rough against the sensitive skin.

“You like that, huh? My cock fuckin’ you while the whole damn Capitol watches?” Tester growled, his breath hot against Jack’s ear as he pounded into him, the angle hitting Jack’s prostate with every thrust. Jack’s moans grew louder, his body trembling as Tester drove him closer to the edge.

“Jon… I’m gonna—fuck, I’m gonna come,” Jack gasped, his hands slipping on the glass as his orgasm built. Tester’s grip tightened, his strokes on Jack’s cock matching the relentless rhythm of his hips.

“Do it, Lucas. Come for me,” Tester commanded, his voice a low snarl. Jack’s body tensed, a ragged cry tearing from his throat as he came, his cum splattering against the window, streaks of white against the darkening sky.

The sight of Jack’s release pushed Tester over the edge. His thrusts became erratic, his grip on Jack’s hips bruising as he chased his own climax.

“Fuck, Lucas… here it comes,” he groaned, burying himself deep as he came, his thick cock pulsing as he filled Jack with his release. They stayed like that for a moment, panting, their bodies pressed together, the scent of sex and sweat heavy in the air.

As their breathing slowed, Tester pulled out, a trickle of his cum leaking down Jack’s thigh as they both caught their breath. They dressed in silence, the weight of their goodbye settling over them like a shroud. Jack turned to Tester, his blue eyes soft with concern.

“Will you be okay, Jon?” he asked, his voice tender. Tester adjusted his tie, his expression hardening even as his eyes betrayed the depth of his loss.

“I’ll find my way, Lucas. I always do,” he said gruffly, clapping Jack on the shoulder with his scarred hand. Jack nodded, giving him a small, sad smile before turning to leave.

Tester lingered, staring out at the Capitol one last time. The echoes of their encounter mingled with the ghosts of his power, now just memories in an empty office—a final session that marked the end of an era.

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Emily Singer at Daily Kos:

Montana Republican Senate nominee Tim Sheehy appears to have been caught in yet another lie about his military service. NBC News reported on Thursday that despite Sheehy claiming to have been discharged from his service in the military because he was declared medically unfit to serve, his discharge records say Sheehy voluntarily resigned and did not cite any medical conditions. 

[...]

This is the latest false claim Sheehy appears to have made about his time as a Navy SEAL, service he has touted on the campaign trail in his quest to unseat Democratic Sen. Jon Tester. In April, The Washington Post reported a discrepancy in a story Sheehy told about being shot in the arm. On the campaign trail, Sheehy said he was shot in the arm while serving in Afghanistan in 2012. However, in October 2015, Sheehy went to the emergency room after a trip to Glacier National Park, where he reported having a gunshot wound in his arm. He told a park ranger that he had shot himself in the arm in the park by accident, and was fined $525 for illegally discharging a weapon in a national park. He later said he purposefully lied to the ranger about the gunshot wound because he hadn’t reported being shot in the arm to the military. He said he didn’t report it to the military at the time because the wound may have been from friendly fire and he didn’t want anyone in his unit to get in trouble.

[...] Questions about his military service are not the only scandal Sheehy has faced during the election. Sheehy was hit by a lawsuit in April from former employees of his aerial firefighting company of defrauding them out of millions of dollars.  Sheehy has also been slammed by Native American groups in the state after he used racist stereotypes in talking about the Native population in the state. At a fundraiser in November 2023, Sheehy talked about going cattle branding on Montana’s Crow Reservation, and said it’s “a great way to bond with all the Indians out there while they’re drunk at 8 AM.” Polls show Sheehy, a multimillionaire Minnesota transplant, leading Tester in the race, which could determine control of the Senate. Tester has an uphill battle to overcome the likely double-digit win former President Donald Trump will pull off in the state, which would require Tester to win over a number of GOP voters.

GOP Montana Senate nominee Tim Sheehy caught in yet another lie about his military service record.

This should be disqualifying, but sadly, he’ll defeat incumbent Jon Tester (D) and flip this seat (and likely the Senate) red.

[porterdavis]

Send this imposter back to the east coast

Re-elect Seven-Finger Jon Tester, the Montana dirt farmer, back to the Senate.

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Jon Tester

Physique: Husky Build Height: 6'1¼" (1.86 m)

Raymond Jon Tester (born August 21, 1956) is an American politician and farmer serving since 2007 as the senior United States senator from Montana. A member of the Democratic Party, he is the dean of Montana's congressional delegation, and has been the only congressional Democrat since 2015, and since 2021 the only Democrat holding statewide office in Montana. He served in the Montana Senate from 1999 to 2007, and as its president for his last two years in the chamber. He lost his re-election campaign in 2024 to Republican nominee Tim Sheehy.

Tester hardly fits the modern profile of the Senate. Sporting a flat-top haircut and clocking in at 300 pounds and six-feet tall with three missing left fingers he lost in a meat grinder as a child, Mr Tester resembles a retired football lineman in cowboy boots than a United States senator. And it's rare these days to find a politician sporting such a big belly. So much so, that I'm captivated by it.

Born in Havre, MT, Tester grew up in Chouteau County, near the town of Big Sandy, MT. In 1978, he graduated from the University of Providence (then called the College of Great Falls) with a B.A. in music. Tester then worked for two years as a music teacher in the Big Sandy School District before returning to operate his family's farm and custom butcher shop. Tester’s first electoral office was a seat on the Big Sandy Board of Education (1983–92). In 1998, he ran for the Montana Senate as a Democrat, winnig and taking office the following year. He served as president of that body from 2005 to 2006, when he left to run for the U.S. Senate.

Again straight (what man that I like isn't) as he's married Sharla Bitz, and together they have two children. A former music teacher with a reputation for folksy, down-to-earth authenticity and cursing with abandon. Jon even butchers and brings his own meat with him to Washington, saying "Taking meat with us is just something that we do. We like our own meat." Well, if you're giving out samples of your meat Sen. Tester, I bet we all would love your meat. And by meat, I mean your PENIS.

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SENATE RACES

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Me bc my state’s dem senator that we’ve had for YEARS lost to a guy WHO ISNT EVEN FROM HERE AND WHO SHOT HIMSELF ON ACCIDENT

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Speech Vice President Harris will give in Juneau, AK!

~BR~

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Jon Tester.

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The Senator From Montana

CHAPTER SIXTEEN: A Concession of Passion

Featuring Jon Tester

The air was crisp in Great Falls, Montana, as the sun began to set on November 6, 2024. The crowd gathered at the Civic Center was a mix of supporters, family, and press, all awaiting Senator Jon Tester's concession speech. The election results were clear; Republican Tim Sheehy had won the Senate seat.

Jon Tester, a robust man with the weathered look of someone who's spent a lifetime in the Montana fields, took the stage, his face a mask of disappointment but with an underlying strength. He spoke of his gratitude, his commitment to Montana, and his acceptance of the voters' decision. His words were met with applause, some with tears, others with a resigned nod.

As the crowd dispersed, the weight of the concession settled on Tester. Walking back to his campaign office, his steps were heavy, each one echoing the end of an era. But waiting for him was Jack Lucas, his male executive assistant, whose presence had always been a source of comfort and more. Jack, with his sharp suit and even sharper eyes, locked the door behind them, ensuring privacy.

"You did what you could, Jon," he said softly, stepping closer, his hand reaching out to touch Tester's arm, a gesture of comfort that carried the weight of something more intimate.

"I know, Jack, but it's hard to let go," Tester replied, his voice low, his eyes searching Jack's for the solace he desperately needed.

“I feel like getting my dick sucked. You want to suck the cock of an old dirt farmer?” Jon's voice was rough, laced with the gravel of his rural Montanan roots, as he unzipped his fly with a practiced ease. His jeans, worn and faded from years of hard work, slid down just enough to reveal his boxers. He pulled out his cock, not yet hard, a testament to his defeat but still impressive, nestled in a thatch of dark, curly hair.

“Ain’t much to it today. Guess the loss took all the starch out of it. But I’m sure you can make it hard,” he said, giving his member a casual wave.

Jack, with his stocky, athletic build, was eager to shift Jon's focus from political loss to physical pleasure. He knelt before Jon, his lips parting to envelop Jon’s soft cock, his tongue swirling around the tip with expert precision.

"Yea, I could use a little pleasure," Jon murmured, his voice a rumble of anticipation. "Maybe it’ll help me think of something other than losing my senate seat."

As Jack worked, Jon's cock grew, hardening, filling out to its full eight inches, thick and veined, the head turning a deep, lustful red.

“That feels damn right good. Swallow it all the way. I know you can do it,” Jon urged, his hands guiding Jack’s head with a mix of strength and care.

Jon's cock was a sight to behold, a column of flesh that seemed to pulse with life. Jack managed to take it all, his throat accommodating the girth, feeling the senator's pulse against his tongue. Jon's hand in Jack’s hair was firm, controlling the rhythm of his thrusts until he abruptly withdrew.

“Come on, Lucas, let's find a room. I want to fuck you,” Jon commanded, his voice thick with desire.

In the privacy of their chosen room, he instructed, "Take off all your clothes," his own plaid shirt and jeans soon discarded, revealing his robust, slightly hairy chest and the hard lines of his belly.

As Jack unbuttoned his shirt, his eyes lingered on Jon's belly, imagining the warmth and firmness pressed against his cheek. The sight of Jon pulling down his boxers, revealing his thick, now fully erect cock, and the heavy, low-hanging balls beneath, was almost too much.

“Get on the bed,” Jon ordered as Jack stepped out of his underwear, his own cock bobbing eagerly.

Jack lay back on the crisp white sheets, and Jon straddled him, his back to Jack's face, presenting his muscular, round ass. Jon leaned back, his asshole descending towards Jack's eager mouth. “Lick my asshole!” Jon commanded with the authority of a man used to giving orders. Jack's tongue met the tender, pink bud, tasting the bitter, earthy essence of Jon. Jon's sigh was deep, resonant, his body relaxing into the sensation. Jack's tongue danced around Jon's hole, then delved in, his hands spreading Jon's cheeks apart to delve deeper.

“Oh! Yea!” Jon's shout was loud, filled with raw pleasure.

“Fuck yeah! Fuck wonderful!” He grabbed Jack's cock, his grip firm as he jerked him off.

“Stick it deeper!” Jon demanded, his body hunching involuntarily with each flick of Jack's tongue.

Suddenly, Jon spun around, lifting Jack's legs, exposing him completely. He positioned himself between Jack's legs, his large hands gripping Jack's thighs with a strength that belied his age. Jack felt the heat of Jon's cock against his entrance. Jon didn't waste time; he spat into his hand, lubing himself up with a rough efficiency.

With a grunt, Jon pushed inside Jack, the sensation causing both to gasp. Jon's cock slid in to the hilt, his low-hanging balls slapping against Jack with each thrust. The room was filled with the sounds of their bodies moving together, the slap of skin, the groans of pleasure, and the occasional curse from Jon, who seemed to find a particular joy in the raw, unfiltered expression of his desire.

“Fuck me, Jon. Give it to me,” Jack cried, his eyes locked on Jon’s weathered, handsome face. He wanted to remember this moment, this connection. Jack's hands roamed over Jon's back, feeling the muscles tense and relax with each movement.

“You like having my cock up your ass?” Jon panted, his rhythm becoming more erratic as he neared his climax. Jack, overwhelmed by the intensity, could only nod, his own release building.

“You're a good man, Lucas. A real good man!” Jon growled, pulling back to the tip before ramming home again.

“Damn if your asshole isn’t hotter than Sharla’s pussy,” he admitted, his strokes becoming more forceful, driving Jack into a frenzy of bucking and moaning.

Amidst this intense coupling, Jon leaned down, capturing Jack's mouth in a kiss fierce with passion, their tongues battling. Then, with a guttural groan, Jon came inside Jack, his orgasm shaking his large frame. The kiss persisted, passionate and unyielding, even as Jon's climax subsided. Jack wrapped his legs around Jon, not wanting to lose the connection, the intimacy.

Jon slid down, taking Jack's cock in his mouth, his eyes never leaving Jack's, his movements deliberate and skilled. Just before Jack could reach his peak, Jon pulled away, straddling him. He guided Jack's cock to his ass, lowering himself with a groan that spoke volumes of his desire. Jack's hands spread Jon's cheeks, feeling the tight clench around his shaft. Jon's body moved with a surprising grace, up and down, his heavy body a beautiful contrast to the raw act they were engaged in.

When Jack came, it was with a cry that mingled with Jon's deeper groan as his release filled Jon, their bodies shuddering together in the aftermath.

Afterward, they lay there, catching their breath, the reality of what had just transpired settling in. Jon rolled off Jack, his body heavy with satisfaction. He reached for his clothes, the moment of intimacy fading back into the world of politics and public life.

“I’m gonna miss this, Lucas,” Jon said, his voice softer now, almost vulnerable. He pulled Jack into a brief, tight embrace before standing, his movements slow, as if he wanted to stay in this moment just a little longer.

As he dressed, he glanced back at Jack, who was watching him with a mix of admiration and sadness. “Keep in touch, alright? Maybe when the dust settles, we can find some more time for… this.”

With that, Jon left, leaving Jack with the lingering warmth of their encounter and the echo of his words, a promise of perhaps more to come, in a world where everything was about to change.

Note: This narrative is entirely fictional and meant for entertainment purposes. It does not imply or suggest any real-life events, behaviors, or relationships involving Jon Tester, Jack Lucas, or any other real person.

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Kevin Robillard and Arthur Delaney at HuffPost:

CHICAGO ― Senate Majority Leader Chuck Schumer stood on stage at the Democratic National Convention and made a very bold prediction. “We’re going to hold the Senate again, and we’re poised to pick up seats,” he told the delegates in the United Center. The fact Schumer feels confident in his prediction reflects the remarkable strength of most Democratic incumbents in swing states. But it also flies in the face of a tough reality for Democrats: Even if they win every swing state race, it might not be enough to get them control of the U.S. Senate. To keep the word “majority” in Schumer’s title, Democrats will need to win at least one of three states where Republican nominee Donald Trump is a significant favorite in November: Texas, Florida or Montana. Each of the three states presents distinct challenges for the party, and it’s difficult to describe them as favored in any of the three.

It’s the culmination of a long-standing problem for the party: The Senate’s bias toward rural states advantages the GOP’s political coalition, forcing Democrats to repeatedly pitch the political equivalent of perfect games to stay in control of Congress’ upper chamber. Republicans clearly believe the social conservatism of those voters will be more than enough for them to flip the Senate, with a win in West Virginia essentially guaranteed following the retirement of Sen. Joe Manchin (I-W. Va.). Democrats currently have a 50-49 edge in the chamber.

“Securing the border is top of mind for voters, and Senate Democrats are delusional if they think they’re going to win with candidates like Colin Allred, Debbie Mucarsel-Powell and Sen. Jon Tester, who have long records of opposing border security,” said Torunn Sinclair, the communications director for Senate Leadership Fund, a super PAC controlled by allies of Senate Minority Leader Mitch McConnell. In Montana, Democrats have the advantage of incumbency, but it might not be enough for Sen. Jon Tester (D-Mont.) to overcome a challenge from Republican Tim Sheehy. In Texas and Florida, Democrats are running against unpopular GOP incumbents Ted Cruz and Rick Scott, but are also on long-standing statewide losing streaks.

The road for the Democrats to retain even a 50+VP majority, let alone an outright one, in the Senate will be a very tough one, as West Virginia is assured of flipping Republican.

For the Donkeys to keep control, they need to either have Kamala Harris/Tim Walz win the Presidency and no other Democratic candidate lose (50+VP scenario), or flip either Texas and/or Florida and keep what they got.

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Also important on this list - Montana! It is incredibly important that Democrats keep the Senate, and one way that they can do that is by re-electing Senator Jon Tester to his 4th term. He's a fantastic senator who works hard for his constituents, and to protect public land access. He's also a huge proponent of Right to Repair. His opponent is one of many Republicans who moved to Montana to buy a political office. So if you're eligible to vote in Montana and haven't registered yet, go vote for Tester!!

Friendly reminder that almost half of the states in the U.S. have same day registration! This means you can go to the polling center for your location, register there, and cast your vote same day. So if you are over 18, are a U.S. citizen, and live in one of the states listed below, it is not too late to register and vote! I’m going to put notes for some of the states where voting is extra important due to the political climate of the state.

California

Colorado

Connecticut

D.C.

Hawaii

Idaho

Illinois

Iowa - recent polls indicate state could flip from red to blue

Maine

Maryland

Michigan

Minnesota

Montana

Nevada

New Hampshire

New Mexico

New York

North Carolina - swing state! Could go red or blue

North Dakota - voter registration not required

Utah

Vermont

Virginia

Washington

Wisconsin - swing state! Could go red or blue

Wyoming

You can go here for more info on voter registration

I also have a huge list of voting resources here

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