Inwegen/CRoy, A Story of Love

Day 1,139, 13:08 • Published in USA USA • by Onishi


Inwegen had noticed his dear compatriot CRoy looking at him for a long time. They had been friends for some time, and had been working closely together on their Presidential campaign for some time. The day President Frost had invited them to the White House for drinks had been when he'd first noticed it. He'd worn a very nice, very Italian, double-breasted three piece suit, with sterling silver cufflinks and had his hair styled by Vice President PigInZen's private hair dresser. They'd been sharing cigars with the Man, when he had excused himself to freshen up. He'd been washing his hands when he looked up to the mirror for a reason he would never know, and CRoy was lurking in the shadows staring at the back of his head.



CRoy had then made his way into one of the stalls, and rejoined the President and Inwegen shortly. For the rest of the evening, Inwegen had noticed that CRoy was avoiding his gaze, his hand shaking as he inhaled the fine cigars. In fact, the only time he had looked up from his drink was when the manservant had entered wearing a french maid's costume to top up the drinks.

Now, weeks later, Inwegen had noticed several other glances and odd comments, and was considering saying something to CRoy. They had a professional relationship, and they needed to work out their personal problems if it were to be successful. Inwegen paged CRoy's secretary, a young girl called Claire. She informed Inwegen that CRoy was in their office's small gym on the third floor. Inwegen acknowledged this and made his way up the stairs. He found that his heart was pounding, and that his temple was sweating slightly, but he was a fit, toned man. The stairs weren't the problem here, what was?

As he made his way to the gym door, he straightened his tie, made sure his hair was groomed well, and cleared his throat, and he gave the door a strong push to open. Inside, waiting for him, was CRoy, topless, lifting himself up on a bar, listening to a dance remix of Lionel Ritchie's All Night Long and Madonna's Substitute for Love, with his back to the door. Inwegen stared at this sight for what seemed like an eternity, watching the muscles flex and relax, listening to the gentle grunts as CRoy worked his body. As his eyes drifted lower down that taut body, his mouth began to water.



He quickly cleared his throat, and CRoy dropped and span around. They were a lot closer than Inwegen had thought. He could feel CRoy's hot breath on his face. They stared into each other's eyes for a long while, Inwegen painfully aware of CRoy's gently heaving chest. After what seemed like forever, CRoy reached a hand towards Inwegen's throbbing...



Inwegen/CRoy for President!!