The Candidate.
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Having determined that 'campaigning spouse' is not something I was yet - I was content playing my role on the campaign.
Mary, who had always seemed to prompt me to engage more in the campaign than I intended from the get go, started to get me to be an intermediary. Passing ideas, scheduling ideas past Jack, but she also knew the risk of this whole situation.
Jack might win narrowly among Democratic primary voters, but they are generally, the most liberal voting bloc... when it comes to the general election... all bet were off. Mary now suggested that it was wise for me to stay in the background, I agreed, much to Jack's protests.
The first couple of nights I missed Jack beyond belief, sleeping on his pillow so I could smell him... yes, I know it sounded odd... but you do silly things. We had a couple of quick calls and one or two text messages, but on the second night he rang me at 11pm. I was already dozing off, to be honest, I was horny... and the phone call suggested that maybe Jack had a sixth-sense for this. It was from a private number "Good boy" I thought, I had warned him of the risks of using his cell...
"I've missed you... and I'm here alone in this hotel room" "I've missed you too... and I'm here alone in your apartment... which is like a hotel room" "Smartass" "Well yes, I wasn't going to let you go all porn-y on me" "that's sad, because that's exactly what I want to do"
"Is that so?... well I suppose you don't want to know that I'm already in bed, naked, I'm thinking about you and I'm rock-hard" "Yeah? I've already jerked-off twice today thinking about you on top of me, inside me" I find myself gently rubbing the sheet against my straining cock, I note a slight dampness as my precum starts to work its way out... "what would do if I were there?" "I'd put you in my mouth, swirl my tongue around the head of your cock... slowly at first, then faster until you couldn't take it any more" "Fuck yeah... then what?" "I'd run the end of my tongue down the length of your cock, then take each ball and gently massage it in my mouth... and what about you?" "I'd make sure were in a 69 position, but sideways, taking each other- all the way down to the hilt, with a nice mix of teasing and pressure" "Yeah, I want you to fuck me..." "I want to fuck you so bad, I'm so hard it almost hurts" "Me too.... I'm pumping... " "Yeah... I'm pumping for you" ... then I come... for some reason, even though I'm lying down my knees buckle... then Jack cums... panting.
"I can't wait to see you Jack" we say good night... and I dissolve into a deep sleep.
I wake up and wander down to the local cafe and grab a newspaper... the poll worries me, I grab a cab and make it to the office just as Mary begins to slightly explode...
Peters: 46%
Johnson: 43%
Unsure: 11%
.... "That cunt Johnson has started talking to church groups in the central and southern parts... and they're taking the bait"... I think those areas are a lost cause... I also add "I think we're bleeding support in some of the african-american areas too" nobody wants to acknowledge this, but without strong support in Cook County, we cannot win.
"So Will... what do you think?" "Well... the schedule is pretty fluid for the last 4 days?" "Yeah" "Well, I say get him to every college campus in the south and centre, swing through Springfield and Rockford then hit Chicago HARD" "That makes a lot of sense, for the next week, don't leave town" Mary winks at me... but part of me knows that Jack would 20%+ ahead if it weren't for me...
Mary, who had always seemed to prompt me to engage more in the campaign than I intended from the get go, started to get me to be an intermediary. Passing ideas, scheduling ideas past Jack, but she also knew the risk of this whole situation.
Jack might win narrowly among Democratic primary voters, but they are generally, the most liberal voting bloc... when it comes to the general election... all bet were off. Mary now suggested that it was wise for me to stay in the background, I agreed, much to Jack's protests.
The first couple of nights I missed Jack beyond belief, sleeping on his pillow so I could smell him... yes, I know it sounded odd... but you do silly things. We had a couple of quick calls and one or two text messages, but on the second night he rang me at 11pm. I was already dozing off, to be honest, I was horny... and the phone call suggested that maybe Jack had a sixth-sense for this. It was from a private number "Good boy" I thought, I had warned him of the risks of using his cell...
"I've missed you... and I'm here alone in this hotel room" "I've missed you too... and I'm here alone in your apartment... which is like a hotel room" "Smartass" "Well yes, I wasn't going to let you go all porn-y on me" "that's sad, because that's exactly what I want to do"
"Is that so?... well I suppose you don't want to know that I'm already in bed, naked, I'm thinking about you and I'm rock-hard" "Yeah? I've already jerked-off twice today thinking about you on top of me, inside me" I find myself gently rubbing the sheet against my straining cock, I note a slight dampness as my precum starts to work its way out... "what would do if I were there?" "I'd put you in my mouth, swirl my tongue around the head of your cock... slowly at first, then faster until you couldn't take it any more" "Fuck yeah... then what?" "I'd run the end of my tongue down the length of your cock, then take each ball and gently massage it in my mouth... and what about you?" "I'd make sure were in a 69 position, but sideways, taking each other- all the way down to the hilt, with a nice mix of teasing and pressure" "Yeah, I want you to fuck me..." "I want to fuck you so bad, I'm so hard it almost hurts" "Me too.... I'm pumping... " "Yeah... I'm pumping for you" ... then I come... for some reason, even though I'm lying down my knees buckle... then Jack cums... panting.
"I can't wait to see you Jack" we say good night... and I dissolve into a deep sleep.
I wake up and wander down to the local cafe and grab a newspaper... the poll worries me, I grab a cab and make it to the office just as Mary begins to slightly explode...
Peters: 46%
Johnson: 43%
Unsure: 11%
.... "That cunt Johnson has started talking to church groups in the central and southern parts... and they're taking the bait"... I think those areas are a lost cause... I also add "I think we're bleeding support in some of the african-american areas too" nobody wants to acknowledge this, but without strong support in Cook County, we cannot win.
"So Will... what do you think?" "Well... the schedule is pretty fluid for the last 4 days?" "Yeah" "Well, I say get him to every college campus in the south and centre, swing through Springfield and Rockford then hit Chicago HARD" "That makes a lot of sense, for the next week, don't leave town" Mary winks at me... but part of me knows that Jack would 20%+ ahead if it weren't for me...
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Well... I suppose I could, the BF will be away for 4 days later in the week, so will need to occupy myself somehow 
The night of the primary saw almost unprecedented, but understandable, media attention on the results.
I arrived in a back entrance of the hotel. I was whisked up to a suite and waited for Jack and the rest to arrive from his final campaign stretch.
The ads were pretty intense down-state, they never actually said "don't vote for him... he's gay"... but it was pretty clear what was being said between the lines.
At just after 6pm, Jack and Mary entered the suite, I got a kiss and a hug from Jack - and a worried look from Mary.
"How's it looking?" Jack looks confident "well, it'll be close, the exit polling has him flattening me down-state..." Mary can't contain it... "as it stands, we're waiting on the last exits... but I'd be stunned if we know anything tonight"
I stay in the bedroom, trying to stay out of the commotion. There's a knock on the door, "come in" Jack's mother slides into the room "Oh Mrs Peters... is there anything you need?" She laughs, "no, I needed to get out of that room, and please call me Carla". "Any idea yet?" "well, it's still too close to call, he's behind by about 4%, but virtually nothing from Chicago has come in yet..." "must be hard watching him on the brink like that?" She looks at me "well, it is... but I'm sure you're nervous too" "I honestly can't help but think that... this wouldn't even be close if it weren't for me" "Will, I want my son to be happy. I think he'd be happy as a Senator... but I think if it's a choice. I think he'd rather have you" She grabs my hand, gets up and walks out.
At 8:45pm, the local Fox announcer breaks in to speak to a Democratic strategist "Jack Peters is not doing well enough in some areas in South Chicago where he's clearly being hurt by his revelation of his homosexuality... this is a socially conservative area, and this is not playing well. His only real hope is that he performs strongly in what are moderate Republican areas in Chicago and along the Wisconsin border... these areas are yet to come in strongly." "And with 57% of the vote in Johnson is on 276,937 and Peters on 272,964 which is a lead of 3973 votes to Johnson - or around 0.7%. This will not be over soon".
10, 11pm and then midnight pass... the numbers dance around... Jack surged to a small lead, then it disappeared... up and down...
Jack is quiet and calm... at 1:19am, he answers his phone... puts it down, walks over to me. "Well, I'm told the networks will be making a call sometime in the next 10 minutes" "And..." "I honestly have no idea, there's still a couple of areas ... but the dynamics are all over the place... we don't know how to deal with it..."
About 6 minutes later... "I believe we can now make a call in the Illinois democratic primary race... "
I arrived in a back entrance of the hotel. I was whisked up to a suite and waited for Jack and the rest to arrive from his final campaign stretch.
The ads were pretty intense down-state, they never actually said "don't vote for him... he's gay"... but it was pretty clear what was being said between the lines.
At just after 6pm, Jack and Mary entered the suite, I got a kiss and a hug from Jack - and a worried look from Mary.
"How's it looking?" Jack looks confident "well, it'll be close, the exit polling has him flattening me down-state..." Mary can't contain it... "as it stands, we're waiting on the last exits... but I'd be stunned if we know anything tonight"
I stay in the bedroom, trying to stay out of the commotion. There's a knock on the door, "come in" Jack's mother slides into the room "Oh Mrs Peters... is there anything you need?" She laughs, "no, I needed to get out of that room, and please call me Carla". "Any idea yet?" "well, it's still too close to call, he's behind by about 4%, but virtually nothing from Chicago has come in yet..." "must be hard watching him on the brink like that?" She looks at me "well, it is... but I'm sure you're nervous too" "I honestly can't help but think that... this wouldn't even be close if it weren't for me" "Will, I want my son to be happy. I think he'd be happy as a Senator... but I think if it's a choice. I think he'd rather have you" She grabs my hand, gets up and walks out.
At 8:45pm, the local Fox announcer breaks in to speak to a Democratic strategist "Jack Peters is not doing well enough in some areas in South Chicago where he's clearly being hurt by his revelation of his homosexuality... this is a socially conservative area, and this is not playing well. His only real hope is that he performs strongly in what are moderate Republican areas in Chicago and along the Wisconsin border... these areas are yet to come in strongly." "And with 57% of the vote in Johnson is on 276,937 and Peters on 272,964 which is a lead of 3973 votes to Johnson - or around 0.7%. This will not be over soon".
10, 11pm and then midnight pass... the numbers dance around... Jack surged to a small lead, then it disappeared... up and down...
Jack is quiet and calm... at 1:19am, he answers his phone... puts it down, walks over to me. "Well, I'm told the networks will be making a call sometime in the next 10 minutes" "And..." "I honestly have no idea, there's still a couple of areas ... but the dynamics are all over the place... we don't know how to deal with it..."
About 6 minutes later... "I believe we can now make a call in the Illinois democratic primary race... "
"....with 99% of the vote in, CNN can now call this race for Jack Peters who is sitting on 48.9% of the vote to Johnson's 47.8%" The commentator speaks "well, this is certainly historic, plus what will be interesting is whether or not Peters will be able to perform well enough in traditionally Democratic areas where he certainly under-performed tonight. If he can't win 70% plus of the vote in Cook County, considering the Evangelical turnout in the South of the state will be significantly increased, he can't do it"
Despite a moment of elation when the victory was announced, Jack lookes over at me, smiles a little weakly. Mary, who was standing beside me, leant in "if you thought this was tough... just wait, we're going to be dealing with the blood-lusting GOP right. And you're going to be in the firing line. If there's anything we need to know about your past, best tell me now" "Um, no"
Jack goes downstairs to the ballroom to give a calm, but appreciative speech to his supporters, asking them to "steel your resolve, the real fight starts now. This will get messy and probably dirty, but this is about you not me. If you believe this campaign is about you, I need you to fight for it too. I will fight every single day, but this campaign is nothing without you"
Carla walks off the stage after the speech and gently pats the small of my back... "I really hope you're ready for this, he's going to need you" - I walk toward into the service corridor, Jack follows me. We walk into the lift, but it's just us... for the first time in nearly a week. "We're going to the Lake-house tomorrow, just us... brace yourself" He leans in and we kiss, deeply and intensely...
Despite a moment of elation when the victory was announced, Jack lookes over at me, smiles a little weakly. Mary, who was standing beside me, leant in "if you thought this was tough... just wait, we're going to be dealing with the blood-lusting GOP right. And you're going to be in the firing line. If there's anything we need to know about your past, best tell me now" "Um, no"
Jack goes downstairs to the ballroom to give a calm, but appreciative speech to his supporters, asking them to "steel your resolve, the real fight starts now. This will get messy and probably dirty, but this is about you not me. If you believe this campaign is about you, I need you to fight for it too. I will fight every single day, but this campaign is nothing without you"
Carla walks off the stage after the speech and gently pats the small of my back... "I really hope you're ready for this, he's going to need you" - I walk toward into the service corridor, Jack follows me. We walk into the lift, but it's just us... for the first time in nearly a week. "We're going to the Lake-house tomorrow, just us... brace yourself" He leans in and we kiss, deeply and intensely...
At about 9am, the convoy of black SUVs sweep toward the gate of the Peter's estate. I strained to see the group of people being blocked off by police, by my eyes catch something, and my stomach rises into my throat 'God Hates Fags'...
"Oh fucking hell" Jack looks over, "what is it?" "the rednecks have descended" "well, this was always going to happen" I grip Jack's hand.
I will say however, despite knowing who's outside, and the ugliness they represent, inside this cocoon, we feel safe and secure. Once sequestered in Jack's rooms we look at each other, knowing exactly what's about to happen. The kissing is passionate, intense, full of a hunger that is somewhat inexplicable. We pull clothes off, clambering towards the bed... we roll around, grabbing at cocks straining at attention... there is little time for niceties... with just two words "fuck me" ... this is an act of pure animal sexuality.
We grind, grunt, random intense kisses, tongues playing with each other... this drives me over the edge, my pace quickens... I feel him tense, the contractions becoming more and more overwhelming... the surge builds from the pit of my stomach... just as I feel that tell-tale pressure from Jack... I collapse in a heap on top of him...
After a well-needed shower, I walk back into the bedroom and see a text on my phone... 'we r down 5'
"Oh fucking hell" Jack looks over, "what is it?" "the rednecks have descended" "well, this was always going to happen" I grip Jack's hand.
I will say however, despite knowing who's outside, and the ugliness they represent, inside this cocoon, we feel safe and secure. Once sequestered in Jack's rooms we look at each other, knowing exactly what's about to happen. The kissing is passionate, intense, full of a hunger that is somewhat inexplicable. We pull clothes off, clambering towards the bed... we roll around, grabbing at cocks straining at attention... there is little time for niceties... with just two words "fuck me" ... this is an act of pure animal sexuality.
We grind, grunt, random intense kisses, tongues playing with each other... this drives me over the edge, my pace quickens... I feel him tense, the contractions becoming more and more overwhelming... the surge builds from the pit of my stomach... just as I feel that tell-tale pressure from Jack... I collapse in a heap on top of him...
After a well-needed shower, I walk back into the bedroom and see a text on my phone... 'we r down 5'
