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At the Convention
by Realoldbill (no address provided)
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A young man's description of his exciting time at the
presidential convention (at another place and time).
(FFM, v, hist)
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Hot damn! Daddy was going to take me to the
presidential convention. It only happened once every
ten years when the Senate convened to choose a
president for the next decade. And it was wall-to-wall
pussy; that's what everyone had told me, and I had
seen some incredible footage from the last meeting
when I was only five. Unbelievable poon-tang. I
especially recalled a wall of naked girls, their hands
clamped above them and lines of aroused men stepping
up to use their bodies however they wished.
But President's Long's term was ending, and it was
probably a good thing because the fat old man was
obviously senile, drooling in public and soiling his
clothes at state functions. My father favored General
Early's grandson, Horace, a very successful
businessman with many foreign connections, mainly oil
interests, and a beautiful family, all blondes. Trade
was what we needed. There were two other serious
candidates with plenty of money to spread around and
several minor ones, just seeking good trades and
fattened bank accounts for their support. Daddy said
being president was worth the price.
So in early August we packed our bags and Daddy picked
Juney to take with us although we were sure there
would be plenty of loose pussy available. Daddy just
liked sleeping with her, kind of his security blanket
if you know what I mean. She had been with us nearly
five years, and I think very few days had passed that
Daddy hadn't horsed her and she hadn't sucked him. I
like her too. She had got me started when I was twelve
and said she just love my big horn.
In Richmond we stayed at the swanky Beauregard, the
city's number one hotel, and had a suite of rooms so I
had my own bedroom to enjoy. Juney came in right after
we unpacked and sucked me off so I was ready for
action when we went in town that evening.
Horace Early's campaign staged a parade, with nearly
naked girls in kepis tossing out trinkets to the crowd
with his name and image on them. We dined at a
steakhouse, visited two clubs, and Daddy hired a girl
for me, one that was about my age, a real charmer with
a great body and a see-though dress. We did it
standing up in an alcove near the bandstand, and she
was tireless and exhausting when I humped her from
behind, lifting her up on her toes. Then all I had to
do was stand there and she did the rest, even backing
up at me for the second go-round when she got her legs
around me and both feet off the floor.
The next day the Senate met in closed session where,
so my father said, the real negotiations could be
accomplished. Daddy sold his vote, which he was ready
to give freely, to the Early forces and got a million
in gold and a pair of mulatto concubines who served us
both that night. They might have been part Creek or
some other tribe. They were damn near tireless and
utterly silent. He was pleased with himself, Daddy
was, and almost had a heart attack trying to horse
both of them. Juney spent the night with me, and we
really got it on in the early morning, best I ever
did, a triple-header. Bucked her right out of bed.
In open session the next day Patterson Scroggins of
Arkansas led in the first state-by-state vote with
Early second and the James Joseph Johnston of Florida
third. I didn't know Johnston, although the name was
familiar, but Scroggins was famous. He was a soybean
farmer and tractor dealer from Mobile who had been the
Exalted Wizard of the True Klan at the time of the
Tennessee uprisings.
His group was famous for setting fire to its
opponents, both men and women, and regularly showed a
short clip of a poor fellow getting kerosene poured
down his throat and then a lit railroad flare being
stuffed up his ass. They let him run and he managed to
get to the river despite the fact that he was
expelling fire from both ends. Scroggins campaign
picture showed his standing in full regalia with his
hood turned back before an enormous burning cross that
had to be twenty-five feet high. His publicity said he
own a hundred guns including a Gatling.
The morning of the second day of balloting, Johnston
dropped out and the rumor was he had banked ten
million to do so and got Early's show-girl mistress as
a bonus. Scroggins then got the necessary two-thirds
and was chosen by acclimation. It was really loud and
the marching lasted fifty minutes with all these
balloons raining down, not a sober eye in the arena.
Our man settled for the vice-presidency, a worthless
office with only a few patronage rights so I had read.
That night Daddy met with the Scroggins folks and came
home smiling, ready to horse those luscious mulattos
but settling for Juney since both girls were in my bed
teaching me wonderful things, first time I ever had my
balls sucked while I was doing it.
The next day, at noon, was the swearing in. Daddy was
on the floor with the other senators, hung over like
the rest, and I was up in the balcony with Juney
tickling my shrunken stones. Everything went well
until the new president stood at the lectern and
opened his speech folder.
Down the middle aisle came a big man in replica
Confederate cavalry uniform, a huge Navy Colt in his
hand. He screamed oaths and fired, putting one heavy
slug in the new president's belly, another in his
chest as he staggered back that blew blood all over
the flag draped behind him, a third in his neck after
he fell and the fourth in his hip or groin and then he
put the revolver in his mouth and blew his brains all
over the first two rows of startled senators.
It had all taken less than a minute. It was hard to
believe.
After the state funeral in Richmond, which I attended
with my father, Early chose Daddy as his Attorney
General and we moved to the capital. Juney, of course,
came with us.
END
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