GREGORY’S WORLD

By Roger Tuveson
(Torso.Jan.1984)

The U.S. House of Representatives parking lot's red warning lights blinked to
alert pedestrians as the long, midnight blue Lincoln limousine rolled out into
the street, turned left and headed down Pennsylvania Avenue. Its uniformed
driver maneuvered steadily through the evening rush hour traffic, heading for
the northwest sector of the capital. At the wheel, Gregory sat in his dark suit
and tie, white shirt and chauffer's cap. He felt the big car responding to his
touch as he pressed pedals and flicked levers. He caught his own reflection in
the rear-view mirror: grey eyes, slim nose, tanned and lean face with high
cheekbones and neat short blond hair. Very subtly he winked one eye at himself.

In the backseat with the swivel reading light bent over his left shoulder sat
Rep. Buckforth R. Champion, his leather briefcase spread open on his lap. The
representative was scanning a report marked "Confidential" on the outside cover.
He turned it face down to hold his place and pressed a small, silver button in
the control panel on his right.

"Sir?" Gregory responded immediately.

"Driver, is there a bar in this car? I'd like a drink."

"Yes, sir. Just press the catch on the panel in front of your feet. There should
be plenty to drink and ice, too." Gregory continued speaking through the limo's
intercom.

He had heard of this young representative who was making a name for himself on
the hill. The papers called him "a young Turk" because of his aggressive
ruthlessness and his flashing, smiling dark eyes and thick black hair.

"Driver," knuckles rapped at the window partition just behind Gregory's head. On
the door panel he pressed the lowering control. "Damned thing won't open."

"I'll pull over, sir. See if I can't get it to." Gregory steered over to the
curb beneath a giant oak. He slid to the middle of the seat, raised his lithe
body in an arch so he could reach his arm and hand to the cabinet latch. His
slender pelvis was silhouetted against the front windshield just below the
mirror. The man in the backseat could see both above and below his driver's
crotch. And a nice basket it was, nestled in the trim trousers. Gregory felt his
passenger's eyes on his body.

"Don't seem to be able to get it, sir. I'll come around." He slid across the
seat, exiting by the right front door and, adopting a semi-military pose, opened
the rear passenger door on Champion's side.

"If you'll excuse me, sir," he brushed in front of the grey flanneled knees,
catching a glimpse of the expensive Italian loafers with the gold buckles. About
the time Gregory had his hands on the stubborn catch, he felt the pressure of a
palm and fingers inside his thigh. He ignored the touch, applying all his
attention to the problem. Some blue serge material seemed to be caught in the
latch. " I’ll need a screwdriver. Just one moment, sir," He was out the door and
raising the trunk. Out of view he slipped his hand into his trousers, freeing
his cock so it could hang loose down the left pants leg. Even soft it was
between three and four inches long and one inch in diameter and made a nice,
prominent bulge under the black uniform material.

Gregory returned with the screwdriver, lying across the floor of the backseat
area on his right side. The representative leaned forward as if to get a better
look, his legs resting against Gregory's chest. Gregory heard the cigarette
lighter clunk to the carpet near his stomach. He heard his passenger say very
softly, "Damn," and felt the man leaning over him even more as he groped for the
lost lighter.

What that hand found, of course, was not the lighter but a hot, stiffening meat
tube. Gregory was focusing all his attention on unscrewing the chrome fitting
around the latch and pretending to be oblivious to the pressure building up
around his downward thrusting cock straining in vain to become upright.

Passersby could only see a uniformed driver working at something in the backseat
area and a concerned passenger bent slightly forward and over him. Although the
interior lights were on the door was only partly open to allow Gregory's feet to
rest on the ground.

The hand explored the full length and breadth of his swelling cock and from its
base the balls still held in place inside his mesh underwear.

"There," Gregory said suddenly and the door swung open revealing liquor
decanters and crystal glasses. The hand patted his dick, then moved away,
Gregory sat up, his face at Champion’s lap level in the big, deep back seat. He
couldn't be sure but he felt certain behind the well-tailored flannel fly stood
an excited member. Gregory returned to the trunk, put away the tool, and slammed
it down.

As he was about to close the rear passenger door from outside a voice said,
"Driver, come here."

"Sir?"

"Get in. I want to talk to you." Obediently Gregory re-entered the backseat.
Champion had moved over to the other side. As he closed the door, the interior
lights went out. "Come here. boy," Champion said, brushing his whiskey-scented
lips across Gregory's mouth. They grabbed for one another. Gregory's young, fit
body whipped up against the mature man's gym-hardened physique. So hot were
their kisses that Gregory with panic felt he could not get his breath. When he
did, his hands and arms went around the broad shoulders, hugging the freshly
showered male body to his own. Champion's hands were pressing against Gregory
hips and his ass cheeks. Pulling the coat tails up, Champion slid both hands
below the belt inside his trousers. Gregory felt a hot tongue inserted into his
mouth, exploring, tasting, tantalizing. Champion's hands were at his buckle,
then his zipper. His trousers along with his briefs were being lowered. His cock
suddenly sprang out, big, hot to the touch, springy. Both Champion's hands
grasped it. Gregory sucked air in his open mouth.

Champion was slipping down in the seat, his hot breath tickling the blond hairs
on his driver's stomach. Gregory felt the lips pucker at his cockhead, the wet
tongue tip make its first contact with the swelling, red crown. He thrust his
hips forward but the mouth was playful, withdrawing, darting to the left, then
the right until he was mad with desire. Gregory continued thrusting, hoping
somehow to make contact with the moist cavity he knew was there.

If he stopped his humping, the lips attacked from another side, sometimes teeth
taking a playful nibble, sometimes tongue sliding across the groove where the
head of his cock met its shaft. And all the time the big thick cock of the
driver was growing in size, so stiff, so pulsating.

"Oh, suck me, man, suck me!' he finally cried out, pleading for some relief. His
nuts were aching so.

The relief came suddenly and with great precision. Lips, mouth and throat took
in his mammoth dick which pressed against the back of the throat's soft, slick
lining.

"Oh, oh, oh!" Gregory called out in increasing volume.

Never had he received such suction. The lips seemed everywhere; also the tongue.
Gregory was conscious of nothing but the hot pleasure his cock felt. Champion’s
fingers carressed his balls, puffed and tender, and also explored the crevice
behind them. The thought, 'nobody touches me there on my asshole' ran through
Gregory's mind, yet he had to admit he had some curiosity about what it would be
like if someone did. He certainly wasn't about to stop this scene in order to
protest something that was so pleasureful and exciting, if forbidden.

"I'm coming," he suddenly called out, surprised. It was so sudden and of such
magnitude. Gobs of white, streaming, sweet cum shot from his hot meat quickly to
be siphoned away by the hungry mouth. Gregory realized he had seized Champion's
ears to hold his face on his cock. He shot and shot and stayed hard. The fingers
again stayed near his asshole and the face remained against his groin.

Gregory gave an involuntary twitch of his pelvis. A finger made contact with his
asshole. He shuddered, twitching again so that the finger went partially inside
him. Gregory was surprised at himself: he wanted it in!

God, he was hot! He swung his thighs together until his knees touched. He rocked
his pelvis back and forth twice. The finger understood. It slipped in. No
drawing back now. Gregory fucked the finger, tightening his asshole, alternately
trying to expel and pull it in. He was getting off on it! A whole new toy he'd
wondered about.

The finger slowly began to withdraw. No, he didn't want it to, no! But withdraw
it did, only to return bigger, painful yet more wonderful, It had doubled to two
fingers and now they were spreading slightly to increase the pain and the
pleasure. And all the while Gregory's cock still in its loving, hot cavity. He
could shoot again, given just the right combination of ass and cock fucking. He
had to give himself this new orgasm. Rocking back and forth he increased his
pleasure, giving himself this unique sensation. Yes, now it was getting really
good. Now he had found the right way. He swelled his lungs, expanding his boyish
chest, and doubled the strength he put into his thrusting. It was coming. He was
coming. Yes, if he could just stay like this.

He realized he was holding the men's hot, bare cock in his hand. How it got
there he'd never know. It was big and thick. It was hard. He loved it and he
wanted it but he wanted to cum this way, this wonderful new way, more. He worked
his whole crotch area. Deep from within him, the lava-like flow began working
its way to the surface. Pre-cum juices, like smoke warnings, anticipated the
roaring until, no longer either able to hold back or wishing to, he erupted in
white belches of even more shooting cum. As one finger touched something deep
inside him, he saw mental lightning flashes and heard thunder inside his head.
Minutes later he gratefully withdrew a limp cock from those loving lips and lay
back, now totally exhausted. A little while later the dark blue limousine pulled
back into the line of traffic on Connecticut Avenue, its backseat occupant
sipping a bourbon on the rocks and sitting quietly in the darkened corner.

Traffic was thinning slightly on the avenue. The limousine crossed a bridge over
a deep ravine high above the tree tops.

The driver turned slowly into a narrower, winding, blacktop road lined with
large houses far apart. Finally it came to a halt in front of a tall iron gate
set between two stone pillars. The television cameras atop the pillars picked up
the image at the gate and somewhere someone pressed a button sending the heavy
halves of the gate open to admit the vehicle. The gates quickly closed behind
the long car heading up a semicircular drive.

Champion set his empty glass back in the bar, zipped shut his briefcase, and
reached for the door handle as soon as the big car halted in front of the marble
steps.

"Will there be anything else, sir?" Gregory asked.

"Yes, driver. Leave the car here and come in. I need to discuss a matter with
you." Champion was handing his raincoat and briefcase to the manservant who had
come hurrying down the porch steps.

"Yes, sir." Gregory turned off the ignition. He did not speak to the
coat-bearing servant but followed Champion into the entrance hall, past the
chandeliers, across the dark red carpets, and up the main staircase. They walked
down a corridor, turning in at a heavy, oak door. Inside was a sitting room with
high-backed leather chairs at each side of the blazing fireplace and a large,
master bedroom off in the rear.

Champion slid the bolt, locking the door from the hall. A touch of a switch
filled the room with stereo music. "Your body," the man said, "let me see your
body. I've had it but now I must see it."

Gregory was glad to oblige. He rather got off on looking at his body, too. And
to have someone else, particularly a man, and most especially this man, look at
and admire him, maybe even desire him, greatly pleased him.

He slipped out of his coat and tie and unbuttoning the top two shirt buttons,
shucked the white broadcloth over his head along with the T-shirt he wore
beneath. Gregory's nipples were standing out, he knew, peaked, small, pert. They
were separated by a patch of blond hair in a triangular shape. He turned in
front of the fire to let the light from the flames flicker over his lightly
tanned skin. Champion shut off all the lights in the room. Gregory moved about,
stretching, enjoying the admiration. His arms and shoulders were lightly muscled
and thick with a focus of energy. Gregory rolled his head around from side to
side, feeling the tension draining away. He was taking his time.

Slowly, at his own pace, he reached for his belt, kicking off his shoes.
Standing on one foot, he peeled off one sock; then the other. His audience stood
mesmerized just beyond the light of the fire. Gregory lowered his pants, leaving
his low rise briefs in place. The trousers he folded neatly, laying them over
the back of the leather chair. He slipped his fingers inside the brief's elastic
waistband, stretching and releasing it a few times, all for the man just beyond
the edge of the light. Finally he dropped them, too. His cock was beautiful in
the firelight, its blond hairs matted from below the navel and over the balls.
Gregory realized he had not seen Champion for a while though he knew he was
there. He could sense his presence. The youth moved away from the fireplace into
the darkened circle. What he found there both surprised and shocked him. It also
frightened him.

Champion had quietly removed his clothes and slipped into leather chaps made to
be worn over Levis. Only there were no Levis. Champion was naked at the crotch
and behind, too. He had a loose-fitting, open, black leather vest on, too, And
in his hand, a little cat-o-nine-tails with a smooth, black leather handle just
about the size of Gregory's cock and many leather thongs about three feet in
length attached to the other end. Gregory was fascinated, especially with the
whip. And with Champion's big dick. He couldn't decide which he wanted to fondle
and explore first as he attempted to lure Champion back to the fire. But the man
preferred the darkness which was familiar to him, giving him just the edge he
wished over his young visitor. He pressed Gregory down on his knees and
introduced his cock to the younger man’s face. In case the young man did not get
the idea, the leather whip played over his back, the ends of its leather strips
tickling Gregory's ass.

So they began to play. As Gregory explored the hairy crotch between the leather
chaps, the whip played gently back and forth over his shoulders. Gregory
nuzzled. He tasted. He sniffed and licked, taking in the manliness all around
him. Slowly, powerfully, the very large man cock came to life, raising itself
mightily in the face of its young admirer. Gregory was about to take that big
man cock into his mouth when, suddenly, without warning the whip came down with
stinging fury over his shoulders and back.

"Ohhh—" he started to cry but his mouth was stuffed full with dick. He gulped
and went down to the root of the shaft. The thickness of the big tool was
causing him to gag.

Never had Gregory had such a huge cock. He'd played around with guys in his time
but never with anything like this. This thing would kill him if he were
ass-fucked with it, he thought. As if reading his mind, Champion began slowly
withdrawing it from between Gregory's lips. Although the youth tried to hold on
to it with his mouth, he was unable to. And on his back Champion laid him until,
suddenly, changing his mind, the powerful man flipped him over onto his stomach,
got between his spread thighs, grabbed on to both his nipples with his hands and
proceeded to try to enter him from the rear using nothing to guide his big cock
except its instinct.

Gregory was terrified. He twisted and bucked, trying to free himself. He was
afraid to call out but he did beg, "Please, please, no!"

It was a useless struggle but an exciting, and heat-producing one. Gregory's
asshole was hot and tight but also puffy as if it knew what was in store.
Champion's cock was dripping pre- cum juice from its swollen knob. Gregory could
feel it drip on his asshole and this only fuelled the flames there. He knew he
wanted it and he didn't want it. The pain would be terrible, the pleasure
joyous. If he could only lick the man's cock to lubricate it, maybe it wouldn't
hurt so bad. But Gregory was in no position to lick anything but the bare floor.
The struggle went on with Gregory getting hotter and hotter, his stiff cock
pressed against the hard floor, his asshole quivering. Then the moment was at
hand. The man would no longer be denied. He was going to fuck Gregory’s ass, no
matter what. The hot cock head pressed against his moist, sweating asshole. Try
as he would, there was no breaking from that iron grip. Gregory fought it with
all his power, skinning and bruising his hard cock, but the giant tool seared
its way into him bringing both the pleasure and the pain he'd expected. Gregory
collapsed in surrender and felt the discomfort fade away. He was being used by
this powerful man and he loved it — all for the first time. Champion fucked him
and fucked him until now there was only the pleasure and when he heard the
breath quicken and felt the thrust accelerate until there was a cry at his back
and the man collapsed against him, Gregory enjoyed his fucking. Later Gregory
left by the front door, neat in his uniform with the $l00 tip in his wallet. The
dark blue limousine headed down the drive, passing through the large, iron gates
which swung shut behind it.