I looked up from my book and he was smiling and shaking his head. He was a typical flamer boy. He was almost half a foot shorter than me at 5’5′, ...as very skinny, pale, had bleach blond hair, green eyes, and was wearing all the ‘fag wear.’ Black tank top, tight jeans, and flip flops. He had pins all over his man purse saying things like ‘I called your boyfriend gay and he hit me with his purse’ and ‘Recruiter’ with a rainbow on it. I’d had gay friends back home, but this guy was over-the-top.. Barry was making a drink at the kitchen counter and started as I walked up.“Oh, John,” he said with a slight jump, “I didn’t hear you knock.”“I didn’t,” I said as I shook his hand.“Honey, have you heard from John,” Heather said as she walked around the corner, “Oh, you’re here!”Heather was wearing a colorful sundress that was held up by two thin straps over her shoulders. It stopped mid-thigh and was made of a thin fabric that allowed me to see the outline of her body underneath the dress when. Mark’s party had a majority of only three seats in the House of Commons, and as we got to know each other better he used to spice up his reports with occasional little anecdotes, usually amusing, occasionally risqué, of the tricks his party whips had to get up to in order to maintain his wafer-thin voting advantage. He also told me the odd bit of Westminster gossip, like the Minister who was having a torrid affair with the daughter of another MP. I asked if Mark was going to keep the guy in his. His upper body revealed a flat six pack topped off with a giant chest and shoulders. I slowly stood up and took off my pants and boxer briefs and told him I had never had a cock inside me. He smiled and told me to bend over the couch where he proceeded to give me the best rim job ever. His huge mouth and tongue drove me wild. He spit was drenching my asshole and running down my legs while he slowly jerked my cock back and forth. I couldn't stand it anymore. I begged him to fuck me over and over.