Senator Craig... entrapped

Don't you just love the media and the Congress and double standards. Was the Congressman with the prostitute told to resign? Nope. Was Barney Frank who placed his renyboy on the payroll kicked out? Nope. But Senator Craig is quite the hot Idaho potato this week with top GOP members calling for his execution... i mean.. resignation. Talk about gay panic in the men's room. He should have checked Squirt.org first. I would rather have the media talk about police entrapment in victimless crimes. Why are cops staking out toilets? Is this 1950? Thank god cute cops are working the airport men's room to catch masturbaters... and not catching those pickpockets and other airport thieves.

I highly doubt the GOP would be calling for his resignation if they thought another Republican would Not take his place. (yes, yes... i know that he has been convicted of a misdemeanor, and thus can not be a Senator after a conviction)

Speaking of entrapment...

A few weeks ago I was on the Mall after hitting the Sackler gallery for a show. Sitting on a bench. Reading a copy of Fortune. When a guy approached me and asked if i had the time. Cute guy. I couldn't tell if he was ABC or Korean. Time? I replied. (of course u know i am going to use the old joke)... "Time for what? For you, I can make the time."

"No no.. ," he smiled... I mean the real time, on a watch. "Yep,, 2:15."

"Thanks," he said, "Although I wish it was 4:20"

hehehe... i laughed. I don't partake, i told him, but i am happy to hang out with people who do.

Plop. He plopped down next to me and asked what I was reading. We began to discuss one of the articles. Turns out he is a summer associate at a local firm and just in DC for the Summer. Chit chat ensued and continued, from law, to school, to DC, to Summer plans -- skirting the main issue.

"Where are you coming from or going to?," I asked. "The Natural History museum? The Korean Show?," I asked.

"How did u guess?," he replied.
"Just lucky, I guess."
Speaking of luck," I continued, "do you have dinner plans?"

He paused.
He smiled.
And we made plans to meet at 7 in duPont Circle.

At 7, I arrived at the restaurant. He was already there.. punctual, a nice trait. and he sat at a table outside reading a book.. Ayn Rand.. The Fountainhead.

Uh Oh. what had I gotten myself into? "Ummm.. interesting reading material" I said.

He chuckled. No.. he wasnt like the book's main character he assured me.

We proceeded to chat, and order and eat.

Afterwards, he invited me over to his place. When we got there, I noticed some books on architecture. "Are you sure you arent like the architect in the book?," I asked.

"Only in bed," he replied. And with that, he pushed me down on his couch and began to remove my shirt. Within 20 minutes we were both down to out shorts and I could feel his hardened cock as it grinded against my stomach and thighs while we kissed.

Nice couch.. nice cock

"I have to take a shower," I told him. I was feeling self conscious from the Summer heat and eating outdoors.

"Fine.. we could shower together," he told me...
and with that.. he stood up -- boner protruding from his boxers.
He slid his boxers off, and pulled my shorts off with a swift tug. He led me by the hand to his bathroom and turned the water on.

We showered together, his cock swatting against me as we each took turns under the shower head. He began to shampoo his hair, and I offered to rub it in. He allowed me, and I gave him a scalp massage..
He moaned.. He began to rinse his hair and there was so much lather, that a waterfall of shampoo and water gushed down his smooth body and formed a riverlet on his wide chest between his rather large nipps.

I so needed to suck on those.

We dried off and headed to his room and bed

We lied next to each other and laughed. Unsure of how to proceed. Naked and slightly damp, our towels on the floor

He told me about a case he was working on (nothing secret though, just in vague terms).. and I sucked his nipps... I moved to the treasure trail. His lower calves were slightly hairy; which was a great turnon. As i sucked him and took his cock deeper into my throat, he started to play with my butt with his big left toe. Unusual. hehe.

I could taste his precum.. He was generating a lot and moaning



I flipped and lied on my back and told him to glide his moist cock against my smooth chest. I propped my head up against his pillow and told him to fuck my mouth and throat til he needed to cum. I wanted to feel his scrotum and balls slam against my chin. He straddled my chest and grabbed his headboard, and slowly penetrated my lips, and moved in deeper and then deeper. Soon he had a regular rhythm, moving in and out of my mouth, sliding deeper down my throat. I held his hips and caressed his stomach. This gave him goosebumps. I could feel his cock stiffen and grow even harder.

He could take it no longer and quickly pulled out from my mouth and grabbed his shaft with his right hand.. He pulled out so fast that he fell backwards and nearly straddled my dripping dick with his butt, but my raised knees stopped his fall. And then he shot like there was no tomorrow... 5 or 6 long streams of cum splattered against my chest and neck and chin, and nearly hit my lips. He groaned, he moaned, and he fell to his side like a beached whale. Melville would be proud.



Hehe.. he was like Ayn Rand's character.. cuz he never serviced me.. he was spent and fell to sleep, as I wiped his cum off my body with a moist towel.

We ended up meeting two more times and then he fled the city.. back to his law books.