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End of chapter 19
Just like a battering ram. He moved his fingers and grabbed hold of Jessie's cock and played with his foreskin as the hard shaft beat against his belly. "Oh! Make this last, I love this, lover, Yessss make it last! Make it last, my camel riding Crusader lover," he hissed.
Chapter 20
And make it last he did. Jessie rode the Judge's rod for a long time and the Judge reveled in the action. Then he grabbed Jessie and flipped him over and drilled his cock into the younger man's boi cunt. Pounding away like mad until his body stiffened froze and he came. Then he collapsed on top of Jessie, his chest and Jessie's cemented together by sweat both hearts pounding so hard that each thought the others heart had exploded.
"Masha'Allah," moaned Yethro, "Oh that was great. Let's forget about politics about religion - about everything and just run off some where and make love all day, everyday and shut out the world. Just you and me alone on a deserted Island."
"Anything you want, but first I think I need some sleep."
"We will have enough sleep when we are dead and buried in the ground," the Judge laughed. "You accused me of getting old before, well this old man could go for another spin."
"Knowing you, when I die I am going to see that I'm buried in another grave yard far from you!"
"But why my love?"
"If we were buried next to each other - the place would be having earthquakes all the time!" Jessie quipped. "Now damn it, go to sleep," he ordered and eased Yethro off his body and then kissed him. "Good night Judge."
The next morning as they sat having breakfast Jessie asked Yethro what plans he had for him in the coming campaign.
"I think it would be best if you did as little as possible. We are going to have to go very slowly as you yourself have pointed out many times how most of the people in our party feel about our type of relationship. There is no sense in bringing this before the public before it is necessary. For all anyone knows you, as my adopted son, are also my secretary and confidant. It is your duty to help me with my speeches and English. That's all they need to know for now. There will be time to answer questions after I become Governor and by then it will be too late."
"What I meant was will I be moving to the governor's mansion with you or will you want me to stay here and manage your affairs here?"
"You and I will go into the mansion together. I need you with me. I need your help and advice just as much as I need them here in town. Nothing will change. In fact, I will need you more, not less. If I thought this job would impair our relationship - I would not have agreed to take it. In fact, I hope that you will someday enter politics yourself and follow in my footsteps, perhaps even go on and become President someday."
Jessie laughed, "Me, President? You have got to be kidding! If you think that might happen, why are you pushing me to become a Muslim? That would not help in any way."
"First of all, I am not pushing you. By the time you are ready, perhaps the climate will change and maybe my being Governor will help prepare the ground. Together, you and I can help bring that about and that would be wonderful for America. Besides you are only exploring Islam. You know I have never asked you, nor would I want you, to convert unless you want to do it for yourself. Yes, for sure, it would give me great pleasure to have you as a Muslim on one hand, but I would miss your wonderful foreskin."
"Ouch! You would bring that up," Jessie sighed. "Can we forget about that for now?"
"Well I could always bite it off for you......"
"No thanks. Come let us have some breakfast."
After breakfast, they finished dressing and went into work. Jessie spent the morning typing out a full report to Homeland Security and sealed it in an envelope. He wanted the director to know what was going on and also to ask him if he should continue his undercover activities. He did not know if it was legal, or even right, to spy on a man running for public office. He said that if he were to continue, he would need a new contact. Since both he and the Judge would often be out of town, the Police Chief might be hard to contact in case something came up. Another means of contact had to be found. I will need someone that the Judge would not suspect. Later in the day the Police Chief came by the court on some judicial matters and Jessie met him in the bathroom. After checking the stalls, he slipped him the envelope and told him to deliver it as soon as he could. He told him the gist of what was in the report and told him that he had no idea for a new contact.
"Shit and I was just getting to like seeing you everyday. I will miss you."
"Don't worry. I will keep you in the loop since I will need you as a contact when I'm in town. I don't know if this new contact will be able to operate both here in town and elsewhere in the state. So for now, I will keep you here and look for another agent for other locations."
"That's nice because I am still hoping that our working together will somehow lead to my being able to get that ass of yours in bed again. You must admit that it was fun at Sultan's place that night. You cost me a lot, but you were worth every cent I had to shell out."
"You were not too bad yourself," Jess admitted as he remembered that first night at Sultan's. The evening he had introduced him as his latest male whore by auctioning his nude body off to the highest bidder. Mike had outbid everyone and celebrated by hoisting his nude body over his shoulder and parading him through the jeering and cheering crowd of losing bidders. He carried him off to a private room in the brothel where he spent the night ravaging him. "If I remember right I was hurting for a week. I think you did get your money's worth that night."
"Sure did. And to tell the truth I would like a repeat performance." Mike smiled and said, "I'll get this to the boss right away."
Later in the day, at lunchtime in the Judge's chambers, Yethro and Jess were talking about the coming election fight. Yethro started to say, "Do you think I should vacate the bench after my candidacy is announced or should I keep my seat until I'm elected?"
"It's hard to say, but I think that you should devote as much time as you can to the campaign. Remember this is a statewide office and you must establish yourself as a statewide personality. That way the public will see that you yourself consider it to be an important office and one that you will devote all your energies to doing. It will also show the public that you are committed to the office and that you want them to get to know you and your record. I think you have to make them feel that you are ready and able to fill the Governor's shoes if he were to get sick or if he were to go on vacation and leave the state in your care. It will be an excellent way to prepare not only them, but yourself for taking over the Governorship."
"You know that Dan told me he thought you had a lot of political savvy and I would do well to listen to you. We do make a good team and I'm going to need you right beside me. So I'm going to ask you if you will leave this job and come to work for me as my assistant?"
"As long as the pay is right. I don't think there would be a problem."
"I'm sure we can work something out. After all I'm not a slave driver," Yethro laughed. "But don't expect a big raise, at lease not right away. We do have to get elected first and then I will see what the office budget will support. However, I do think a short vacation at the lake would be in order as soon as we can arrange it. We will need all the rest and relaxation we can get before the wars begin."
The Judge started clearing his court calendar and reassigning all of his cases. He told everyone that he was going on a vacation and wanted to get the cabin ready for summer. It was not really unusual, as he had already started to power-down the courthouse. The town was used to this procedure, as it was one that he engaged in every spring. After the convention and his nomination, he would arrange for a replacement judge to take over. Of course it should be one that he could count on to keep things as unchanged as possible. After all, it was still his town and his base of support and no one was going to be able to forget that. He would have loved to place Jess on the bench but that, at least for now, was not an option. Now that his old law clerk had passed his state bar exam, he might be able to get him a temporary appointment, but that was a long shot. For now he would just have to hope that whoever was appointed would be controllable. After he became Governor he could remove him and appoint someone else if he needed to do that.
It took about a week to arrange everything and the two of them left for the cabin. There was a lot to do, but the Judge and Jess really enjoyed getting the cabin in shape. They cleaned out the cabin and did a little fishing and spent time talking about what they were going to do during the campaign. Sitting in the motorboat drifting on the calm lake with the late spring sun beating down on them, the Judge suddenly said, "Jess, I think it is time for you to get a girlfriend."
Jess was shocked and he said so in a very indignant tone, "What! You are tired of me so soon? You don't think I would give you up after all we have been through. Something has happened. What's going on in that brain of yours?"
"Well, I was thinking the other day about how we could work out some sort of arrangement that would make it look like you and I were only father and son to the public."
"Since when did you ever give a damn what the public thought?"
"Don't get so angry, Jess. You know that I don't really care what they think, but Dan called me yesterday while you were out on the lake, during our conversation he again said that it would look better if you were engaged or going with a woman. He said too many people were beginning to look too deeply at our relationship. We talked for a long time and I finally told him I would see what your thoughts were. If you decide to do this it would mean that you would only have to go out with her once in a while just to give the impression that...."
