No Need For Rush
Story by Boz

My dad is a big time Republican.  He’s volunteered for years.  He sits on a committee that chooses candidates.  He serves as a precinct chairman.  Every year since I was old enough to pedal a bicycle, I’ve been a Republican errand boy.  I passed out pamphlets.  I put up signs.  I helped old ladies get to the polls on Election Day.  I was Jordan the good little Republican boy. 

I turned 18 last year and started college last fall.  I chose Political Science as my major.  I was studying some Economics, Sociology and History.  By the time of my first mid-term examination, I realized I had some beliefs that didn’t square with my father’s.

It started when I was studying for my exams.  My roommates were too noisy so I escaped to the upper floors of the Main Library.  The students refer to the area as “the stacks” because there are rows and rows of books with a few desks scattered around.

I found a little desk on the 8th floor and started reading.  I did pretty well for an hour.  I drank some coffee I had stashed in my book bag to get through hour two.  By the third hour, I was getting restless and I needed a break.  Judging by the bulge in my trousers the break needed to be a wank.

I didn’t want to go down 8 floors to the bathroom and risk losing my cozy study spot.  I also didn’t think anyone else was around.  I found a secluded corner. I stripped off my clothes to avoid cum stains and started wanking. I needed it bad.  I closed my eyes and leaned back against the wall.

I was quiet but the tell tale sounds of skin slapping softly echoed through the floor.  It was a sound that any guy would know instantly.  I hoped to finish before anyone got curious. 

The feelings were getting better and better.  I was to the point where I didn’t care who saw me. 

“Ahem…” I heard someone say.

I immediately opened my eyes and set straight up.  I looked up nervously trying to hide my leaking erection.   It was a bookish looking guy with thick glasses who had caught me.  He was tall, gangly and had very pale skin.

“A guy was reported to campus police last week for exposing himself,” the stranger said.

“Who would report him?”  I said nervously.

“Hmmm…probably someone he didn’t fuck,” the stranger smiled as he looked at my stiff pole.

“You want some?”  I asked.

He nodded and undid his pants.  In a blur, he was bent over the desk with his butt naked inviting me in.  I had a few strategic supplies in my book bag.  I unrolled a condom, squeezed on some lube and pushed right in.  He groaned a bit and grabbed the desk, but it was a smooth ride after that.

“Fuck that’s big,” he gasped.

“It’s long too,” I said as I shoved in balls deep.  He groaned and I heard the air leave his lungs.

I pounded away as he played with his short stubby cock.  It took a few more minutes before I heard him whisper, “I’m cumming.”  I went into rapid-fire mode until he his body when limp.

“Pull it out,” He pleaded. 

I gave him another deep thrust.

“Stop and…I’ll swallow your load,” he begged.

I pulled out with a plop.  My fuck buddy sat up tenderly.  I peeled off the condom and he took my cock into his mouth.  I held his head and pushed in as far as I could.  He gagged a little but he managed to take it past his throat. 

I was ready to spew.  I held back a little and wanked with the head of my dick securely between his lips.  It squirted all around his mouth until it was dripping down his chin. He looked a little shaken.

“You proved the old saying.  Boys with thick glass have very tight asses.” I said with a chuckle.

My nerdy fuck buddy wasn’t amused.  He was grimacing a little as he touched his butt.  “You’re a little rough.”

I felt a tinge of guilt until he said, “May I have your number?”

He loved it.  I gave him my number and we’ve been meeting about once a week.
His name is Tom.  He’s a grad student in the Law School.  He’s become something of a tutor in exchange for regular fucking.  He’s getting better at taking it and I’m on my way to the Dean’s List.

Tom has some strong views.  He was angry when Ohio had voted for a constitutional amendment banning gay marriage.  He grew angrier still when the Republicans proposed legislation that would make it illegal for gay parents to adopt kids.   

He said, “I’m tired of getting fucked by the Republicans…”

Most nights I tell him to, “shut up and suck my dick” and he usually does.

I know the day is coming when he’s going to ask about my politics.  He’s made the assumption that I don’t care. He doesn't know he's being fucked by a blonde haired blue eyed member of the Young Republicans.

Dad got me started. He thought Ronald Reagan was a Saint. I saw his old black and white movie “Kings Row” once.  He was definitely a better politician than an actor.   You have to admire a man who can take a bullet and come back like he did. 

Those dudes that followed are sure not Reagan.  Dad was happy when Dick Cheney was chosen to be Vice President.   I thought it was strange when the man doing the interviewing ends up being the best person for the job.  What was wrong with Senator John Danforth of Missouri?   He’s an ordained Episcopalian priest.  I almost forget he wasn’t opposed to gay marriage. 

Dad was also an avid listener of Rush Limbaugh. He often spoke to the radio saying something odd like, "mega dittos". I personally thought Rush Limbaugh was so full of hot gas he should be orbiting somewhere outside of Jupiter. He seemed to me like a Republican version of Joseph Goebbels. Where Rush was concerned the President could do no wrong.

My biggest laugh came from a Republican faith based initiative intended to promote sexual abstinence until marriage.  Churches, clubs, and other organizations could get government money if they offered a program to singles under the age of 30.  I thought that sounded like a great way for the young Republicans to finance a keg party.  The theme would be “Make War Not Love.”

Tom loved the term paper.  I still didn’t consider myself a Democrat.  I certainly wasn’t ready to march in a Gay Pride parade.  It was sex.  Why should sex define who I was?

He thought I was coming around to his way of seeing things.  He invited me to join him as a volunteer campaign worker for the Democrats.  I politely declined making excuses about my schoolwork.  Unfortunately, I was asked by my Dad to do the same thing.  The difference was I’d get paid for working for the Republicans.

I wasn’t ready to explain to Dad why I didn't want to do it. It would go something like this,  “Dad, I am fucking a gay Democrat…”

I am not sure what would have upset him more.  The fact he was gay or a Democrat.

I went to work for the Republicans and I was miserable for the entire day.  I listened to the mind numbing ramblings of the Bible thumpers and party zealots for most of the day.  Finally, the discussion drifted to Gay Rights.

A guy named John began the discussion.  He wore dark pants with white socks and black shoes with thick soles to make him seem taller. I called him “John the Hapless".

He started his first conversation with me by saying, “I’m glad there is a proposed a Constitutional amendment defining marriage as a union between a man and a woman…” 

I didn't answer right away. John the Hapless kept staring at me until I finally gave him an answer.

“It bothers me we are trying to amend the Constitution to deny rights to a group of people.  Every other time in history, the Constitution has been amended to expand or protect the rights of individuals.”

John the Hapless replied, “You don’t read the Bible do you?”

He had me on that one.  “No, but I do read Popular Science.”  I replied. 

Our discussion descended into a debate about the age of the Earth.  John the Hapless was devout in his conviction the Earth was about 6,000 years old.  I realized people believe in stuff like this because they don’t believe in themselves.

I didn’t put up any more signs.  I made an effort to become the first paid Republican volunteer to be fired for insubordination.  The problem was the party people liked having me around.  It was explained to me this way.  “You’ve got something on the ball.  How would you like to be a Congressional Page?”

I went back to campus that night with the thought of fucking Tom long and hard.  He got naked.  I got into position, but I could not get hard enough to penetrate his tight ass.  My dick suddenly had a conscience. 

“You must be tired from all that studying.”  Tom said.  “Why don’t we cuddle?”

Sex had always been about me getting off.  I know I sound selfish but there was always some dude wanting a big cock.  The cuddling thing was a new experience.  I liked Tom as well as anyone, but I didn’t consider him a boyfriend.  Now he was saying nice things and touching me.  I kind of liked it.  Then he kissed me, and I had a weak moment.

“Tom, I don’t know who I am.”  The words were out before I realized what I said.

Tom smiled and gave me another kiss. “You’ve discovered there is more to sex than an orgasm.”

I laid there in stunned silence.

“There are things beyond a paycheck and beyond personal pleasure.  There are things we do for others.  That’s where love begins.”

“I didn’t say I love you,” I stammered.

Tom smiled, “Yeah, but you showed a little vulnerability.  There’s a lover in you somewhere.” 

“Fuck you,” I said as a taunt.  Whatever inhibitions were holding me back had suddenly disappeared.  I was starting to bone up.

“Looks like I’m in luck after all.” Tom said.

Tom stayed on his back this time.  I watched his expression change from a grimace to a smile as I entered him.  I fucked him slowly and tenderly this time.  I pumped his cock as I went.   There was something happening.  I was responding to his body. His pleasure mattered as much as mine.  I didn’t want to cum until he did.

I found myself bending down to kiss him.  He wrapped his arm around my neck and held me tight.  We remained face to face rocking in a gentle motion.  The connection seemed stronger between us than ever before.  I lay down beside him and continued to gently work his bottom.  I reached over his hip and grabbed his erection.  It slid in my fist as I moved into him.  I felt it swelling in my hand.  I increased the pace of my thrusts until he emptied his load on my hand.  I need only another minute before I made a final push deep inside him.  My balls were squeezed tight and I felt my load empty into a squishy mess inside the condom. 

We held each other tightly and kissed.  Slowly my senses returned and I was feeling a little too close.  It was almost life suffocating. 

“Tom there is something I want to tell you.”

“What is it Jordan?”  Tom said softly

“I was working for the Republicans today…”

I had to put my pants on in the hallway of his apartment building.   Not all Democrats are pacifists.

I know what you are thinking.  I’m an asshole.  I never said I wasn’t.  I like ass fucking but do I have to march in a parade?

It got a little weird over the next couple of weeks.  The Foley thing was big news and then there was the goofy preacher guy Ted Haggard.  I began to wonder if all the anti-gay stuff was coming from people who were afraid of being outed.

This was on my mind the next time I reported for paid volunteer work at the Republican Party Headquarters.  Things were getting desperate in the Senate race.   We were asked to go out and talk about our candidate's family values.  Two of the points we were to bring up had to do with his stand against gay rights.

I waited until the party regulars were done with their briefing.  I went to my team leader and told him, “I don’t agree with this.”  I was soon in a huddle with him and a few of his old guard friends.

“Son,” he said to me, “it’s easy to get confused sometimes about what someone says and what someone means.”

I tried to process that one. 

He continued.  “There are some things homosexuals ought not to do…”

“So how you have sex determines who you are?” 

“Sometimes it does.”  He replied.

“I don’t think it’s anyone’s business what goes on in the bedroom between two adults.”  I countered. 

“It shouldn’t be unless you’ve got something to hide.”  The man looked at me with a suspicious glare.

“So I am either with you or against you?”  I asked.

The man returned a wry smile.  “If you find you cannot do the work we’ve asked of you, then you are free to go.”

This was the trap.  I could imagine a younger Foley or Haggard eager to win acceptance. They were the older version of John the Hapless.  They would say or do anything to please the party regulars.   They wanted to fit in somewhere. 

I thought about this when I wrote my next term paper.   I decided to write about Ronald Reagan and personal freedom.  I talked about how the power of the government was being used to erode privacy and personal freedom.  I used the government’s efforts to get information from Google and others about web searches as an example.  I also found an interesting quote from Saint Ron. 

‘Man is not free unless government is limited…As government expands, liberty contracts.’

It was then I decided to plan a civil protest. 

Dad planned to go to the Republican election night party.  He was delighted I wanted to go too.  I had my own ideas on how I wanted to celebrate especially if the Democrats took back control of the House and Senate.

The big night came and I dressed preppy.  I had my hair all spiky.  Dad joked he had brought a rock star to the party.  The party was at a ritzy hotel with a big ballroom.  Large television screens hung overhead. 

Dad introduced me to some friends, but I was soon able to escape.  I talked to a few guys my age but they were dull.  I was supposed to be impressed with their Ivy League college, but they seemed programmed.  They were the next generation of robot Republicans.    It made me understand where Paul Wolfowitz came from. 

Wolfowitz was the intellectual pinhead that suggested, “…changing the face of the Middle East.”  The rational was replacing dictatorships and kingdoms with democracies would make the Middle East more peaceful.

George W. went along saying “Democracies were peace loving…”

You would think a Jewish man who taught Political Science at Yale would be smarter.  What was Germany when Hitler came to power?  It was a democracy -- a Christian democracy. 

The more I was around these people the less comfortable I became.  It was bunch of fat cat businessmen with trophy wives.  The older women were all divorced and seemed to be on the prowl especially after a couple of drinks.  No wonder the things that happened in Washington were so easily ignored.

I managed to slip behind the scenes.  I saw where the ropes were that were used to drop the balloons.  The night had not gone well for the Republicans.  They had lost the Governorship and Senate seat in Ohio.  Before midnight, word was spreading that the Democrats might win back the House and Senate.

I was waiting for the announcement.  I was going to pull the balloon rope, get naked and run through the balloons.   I called Tom from my cell phone and left him a message. 

“Tom, this is Jordan.  Watch the late news…”

The big screens above the ballroom switched to local coverage.  I dropped my pants, peeled off my shirt and pulled the rope that dropped the balloons.  I got such a rush my cock started to get hard as I ran across the floor.

I walked leisurely across the floor. I guess everyone enjoyed the show or was too drunk to notice. 

I heard one guy comment, “the Bush twins ought to get a look at this guy…”

I gave him a polite nod and a few quick tugs on my dick for dramatic affect.

Finally, a guy from the Governor’s security detachment corned me.  He was a Sheriff or something. 

“Are you drunk or something?”  He said to me.

I stood against the wall, spread my legs and held my arms against my head.  “Why don’t you frisk me?”

He stood up behind me and slapped a handcuff on my wrist.  “I’ll do more than frisk your ass.”

“Can you get me off if I cooperate?”  I said with smirk.

He pulled my other arm behind my back and closed the second handcuff. 

“Where are your clothes?”  He asked. 

I was taken back stage and helped back into my pants.  My dad showed up red faced and angry.  He went along with the Sheriff guy’s suggestion I be taken downtown.  He helped me into my pants and put my shirt over my shoulders.  He then escorted me to unmarked police car and guided me into the back seat.

“Why did you do it?”  He asked.

“Does it make a difference?”  I asked.

“It might,” He replied.

“I’m gay and I think the Republicans are hypocrites,” I said.

He laughed.  We drove a little distance and the he said, “If I let you out at the Wendy’s over here do you suppose you can get a ride home from someone?”

“I think so.”

He pulled the car into the parking lot.  He motioned for my hands and he unlocked the cuffs. 

“There’s something I want you to know before you go.”

“What’s that?”  I replied.

“A few of us aren’t hypocrites.”  He said with a smile.

I turned and looked at him.  “Are you?”

He nodded and laughed, “Now get out of here.”

 “Well…thanks,” I said and disappeared into the Wendy’s.  I ordered a cup of coffee and called Tom on my cell phone.  I was relieved when he answered the phone.

“Was that you?”  Tom asked.

I laughed, “Yeah, what did you see?”

“Nothing, they said there was a disturbance from a distraught party worker.”

“Fuck, I wasn’t distraught.  I was streaking the ballroom floor.”  I said.

“Campaign signs and now streaking.  You’re becoming a revolutionary.”  Tom teased.

“I could use a ride…” 

Tom hesitated for a moment.  “I could use one too.  I’ll be right there.”

I looked around the Wendy’s while I waited.  I didn’t realize it at first, but I was in the very first Wendy’s restaurant.  They even had a picture of Wendy.  It made me glad I was gay.

I went home with Tom that night. We had some nice make up sex. I noticed he was different than he used to be.

"Tom, I think its time for you to have Lasik."

"Why?" He said

I rubbed his well used butt.

"Thick glasses don't make sense anymore," I teased.

He returned a naughty smile. He kissed and cuddled until we fell asleep.

The next day I got a call from Dad. He seemed geniunely disappointed I hadn't spent the night in jail. He wanted to meet for lunch. I agreed. He picked me up on campus. I sat down in the car and I immediately recognized the Rush Limbaugh show on the radio.

I punched the knob turning the radio off.

"There's no need for Rush," I said.

Dad was surprised.

"Maybe we should talk. There are some things I think you should know..."

The End