The 2nd Cucktinental Congress

“Please Mr. Hancock, may we cease this senseless blather and call this to a vote?” Shouted John Adams above the deafening chatter in the meeting room. John Hancock defeatedly raised his gavel, and slammed it down on the sound block. “Gentlemen, gentlemen. Mr. Adams has a poi-.

“We have been in this god forsaken oven for two days solely discussing Mr. Jefferson’s declaration. For two whole days have you snipped and slashed at it. Removing phrase after phrase, paragraph after paragraph. Will you not be satiated until every last predicate be molested by your will?” John looked over to Thomas Jefferson,who was staring indifferently out the window. Even in the hundred degree heat of July he still looked cool.

“Thank you Mr. Adams, but perhaps this committee could have adjourned sooner if it wasn’t for your bloody outburst every two minutes!” The crowd went into another uproar as Adams slouched into his seat. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and glanced again over at Thomas Jefferson who returned his gaze, smiling timidly. John Hancock slammed his gavel to quiet the congressmen. Adams blushed, suppressing a nervous smile.

John wiped the sweat from his eyes. Even after dark the air was unbearably swampish. But the view atop the Independence Hall bell tower was silent, a calming escapse from the discord on the streets . Besides, there was nothing better for him to do in his lodgings. He decided to stay, admiring the city. The creaking of someone coming up the ladder caused him to jolt. He turned to see who, holding his hand over his beating heart. It was Jefferson.

“Mr. Jefferson!” Adams exclaimed. “What are you doing up here at such a hour?” He did not reply, looking Adams over with a fascinated eye.

“Mr. Jefferson, you know this Congress would end sooner if you would do something more to protect your declaration, rather than allowing those fools to hector your affirmations for days on end.” Jefferson strode toward him.

“Mr. Jefferso-” Adams was hushed when Thomas cupped his cheek. John blushed, staring into Thomas’ eyes. They looked black in the dim light. For the first time in his life he could not find the right words to use. Not that it would have mattered, as Thomas bent down and kissed him.

“What am I doing? This isn’t right!” John thought, but he couldn’t help but submit to the seductive six foot two inch man. John kissed back. It felt so good to be embraced by another person. He had not felt a touch so passionate since he left his wife, Abigail, back in Boston over a year ago. At that moment Thomas began to unravel Adam’s silk cravat. Throwing it to the floor while simultaneously unbuttoning his own peacoat all the while avidly locking tongues. John jumped back with a start, when he felt Thomas’s growing erection. Reality came rushing back; “Thomas are you mad? We can’t be doing this. What would Abigail think? What would Martha think? What would the congress do to us if they found out? Our reputations, our careers? All thrown away. America’s chances at Independence, tarnished! If they found out the two greatest advocates for democracy did… did... “

“Did what?” Jefferson exclaimed. His voice more commanding than John had ever heard before. He quickly realized he shouted and slowly lowered his head so his eyes met John’s. ¨Did what?¨ He repeated placidly. ¨I know we don't see eye to eye on most things.But tonight petty politics won’t keep me from the one man I ever really loved.” John looked away bashfully;never having hoped to hear that Thomas had returned the feelings he had secretly felt for him all along.

”But-” Thomas placed his finger on Adam’s moist lips. “Because of those dimwits down stairs it may be months before America receives her independence, and I can only oblige myself to wait patiently for it. But one more night without your touch is something I cannot stand for anymore. John blushed again, luckily it was barely noticeable in the candle light. This was really happening; the unattainable object of his affections stood before him within reach. John knew what had to be done. He bent down, onto his knees without breaking eye contact, and slowly slid Thomas’ britches down around his ankles. Jefferson’s creamy white thighs were as pale as porcelain dolls.

John was shocked, Thomas had not been wearing drawers. His penis, fully erect,and complemented by a neatly groomed strip of curly red hair was poised resplendently, mere inches from his face. John’s mouth moistened with anticipation. He eased forward, his mouth opening wide to compensate for Jefferson’s hefty size. When John’s tongue touched the salty tip of Jefferson’s massive member; Thomas shuddered in pleasure, moaning and swaying. John wrapped his mouth around Thomas, zealously working the shaft with both his hands, all the while savoring the tangy taste of his lover’s pre-ejaculate. Only a moment later it seemed, Thomas removed his penis from Adam’s eager lips. The saliva made it glisten in the warm candle light; throbbing from balls to tip. John knew what this meant.

He stood up and undid his trousers. He too was erect now, but he was embarrassed; his was not as impressive as Jefferson’s. John got on his knees; assuming the position. He touched his elbows to the cool floor,presenting Thomas with his supple tush. Ceding his fate to his lover with no apprehensions. This was it. The point of no return. As Thomas knelt down, placing his right hand on Adam's lower back, as his left guided his pulsing cock into John’s tight, plump, fanny. He flinched, the sensation was like having a great Man-O-War trying to navigate a precarious creek. Slowly, Jefferson’s pelvis began to oscillate. Adams felt Jefferson from within. Radiating heat and waves of pleasure with each thrust. Jefferson began to pick up speed, like a stallion going into full sprint. Pumping Adam’s tender anus with such ferocity that his knees buckled, and John fell to the floor.

Thomas, panting heavily, brought himself to his feet. John wished for a moment of respite from his lover’s rapacious pounding, but was given no such option when Jefferson wrapped his slender arms around his chest. Lifting the stout man off the floor with ease. “Wait.” John moaned. But it was too late, Jefferson forced Adams onto the floor. And knelt down again. Now John was on his back, and could see the animal instinct in Thomas’ face. Beads of sweat formed under his eyes, and his lips curled into a gratifying cringe as he dragged John by his thighs. Positioning his ass cheeks so he could he re-insert himself. John had lifted his legs so his ankles were now on Thomas’ shoulders, recoiling when Jefferson slipped his delicious cock back in.

Picking up right where he left off, full speed.The delicate tenderness of their love making had quickly degraded into something savage, crude, unrequited. John looked into Thomas’ eyes they were piercing like an Eagle’s,restraining itself for the perfect moment to strike at its prey. Suddenly, they began to dilate. Each passing thrust penetrated harder and deeper. Jefferson's´ panting turned into grunting,until at last- “Uh-ugh!” Jefferson’s declaration of completion sounded out upon the silent city streets. His hips slowed as Adam’s abused anus filled with his hot lush nut. Adam´s felt Jefferson's milky load from within but it was not how he had imagined it. This was rushed, ill conceived, the romance had faded leaving him not fulfilled, but ashamed.

Jefferson removed his cum covered cock from Adam´s defiled fanny.Lifting his partner´s legs off of him, and proceeding to arrange his clothes. John laid there still. His mind was ablaze like his chafed asshole. It was evident that he had been used, just an instrument Jefferson manipulated for his own indulgence. A single tear crept down onto his cheek. John had played this moment over in his head hundreds of times since he first met Thomas. This was supposed to be special, intimate, tender. Jefferson did not seem the type to be so abusive. Distant maybe, but John could not accept that the quite compassionate man he came to know over the past year could be such a selfish lover. A cool gust of wind sent chills down his spine; reminding him he was naked atop a bell tower.

He forced himself to sit up, not yet ready to confront Jefferson, but this would be his only chance. He forced himself to open his mouth,but all he could bear was a whisper. “Why?” Jefferson stopped his descent down the ladder. He paused for a moment before lifting his eyes to meet John’s. “I respect you John, no man before has ever survived such a fierce dicking.” Jefferson resumed his descent, leaving Adam’s alone. At that moment, the darkness of night was breached by the first light of morning. July 4th, 1776; things would never be the same for poor John Adams.