OFFICIAL DISCLAIMER: This story, OBVIOUSLY, is FICTION, and DOES NOT imply ANYTHING about the sexualities of Bill Clinton and Al Gore. So, if you believe that politics makes for strange bedfellows....unzip, read, and enjoy!
(THE WHITE HOUSE, JULY, 1995) President William Clinton sat behind his desk in the Oval Office, enjoying the first moment of peace he'd had all morning. The morning had started at five, and, after a quick president, it was non-stop meetings, along with a few interviews that could not be postponed. Yeah, Clinton, mused, it feels damn good to relax and unwind.............. Discreetly hidden in an open copy of TODAY'S POLITICS, Clinton was enjoying the centerfold of a gay magazine called STUDZ. Though Clinton was married, and was a dad, he could not deny the fantasies he'd had about other men. Clinton, of course, bieng the nation's Chief Executive, HAD to be extemley discreet in this, and kept this side of him totally hidden from public view.
Clinton moaned as he massaged the hefty, solid bulge behind the fly of his dark-blue suit pants. Jesus, Bill thought, this stud has an ass just like Al's...................Awhile back, Clinton had discovered that Vice-President Al Gore was bisexual, and the two men had found time now and then for some hot, erotic man-sex. Some of it so hot it bordered on kink.........................
Bill again gave his thick shaft a hood squeeze through his pants, as he gazed at the hot, bubble-butted stud before him in the STUDZ centerfold. Bill felt his hard cock leak more lube into his sweaty boxers, and he was aware that a dime-sized splotch of lube had seeped through his boxers to stain his suit trousers.
A knock on the door brought Bill Clinton back to reality. He tucked the magazine (still hidden in the newsrag) away and went to open the door. Al Gore stood there, his grey pinstripe suit jacket flung over his shoulder, his tie loosened. Sweat splotched his silk shirt.
Gore entered and locked the door. His perceptive eyes already noticed the outline of Bill's fat cock throbbing in his suit pants, as well as the growing lube stain. "Thinkin' about your ol' buddy Al again, Bill?" Al Gore chuckled, pounding Bill on the shoulder. Bill Clinton never was one to mince words. "Wanna get it on, Al?" Bill asked, suggestively squeezing and rubbing his cock through his trousers. "Fuck, yes, Bill," Al replied. "I got a real bad case of blue balls here; Lately Tipper hasn't been in the mood....."
As he spoke, Gore fondled his own crotch, and Bill licked his lips as he stared at the big slab of cockmeat behind Gore's pinstriped fly. President Clinton then pulled his swivel chair away from his document-strewn desk, and sat down. Vice-President Al Gore got on his knees and picked up Clinton's right foot. His hot tongue started slithering all over the smooth contours of Clinton's $400 Italian tassled loafers.
Clinton groaned as Gore's tongue bathed his Italian loafer, getting the leather good and slick. Then, he rolled back Clinton's trouser leg, revealing a dark-blue silk sock supported by a garter. Like Bill, Al had a thing for men's garters, and now his experienced tongue bathed Bill's sweaty sock, and then slithered and danced along the garter.
The smell and taste of Bill's loafer, sock, and garter was a masculine, raw, sensual aroma that never failed to send a jolt of pleasure through Al's throbbing cock. As Al tongue-worshipped Bill's garted leg, his free hand reached up and tugged down the zipper of Bill's suit pants. His hand then slid inside the fly, and started squeezing Bill's lube-drooling dick, making the President squirm with pleasure in his chair. Then Bill stood up, and Al withdrew his hand from Bill's trousers. The President and Vice-President started kissing; thier hot, masculine tongues darting in and out of each other's mouths.
Al's broad hand rubbed and massaged the big bulge in Bill's suit pants, while Bill's hands roughly rubbed and kneaded Al's big, round, meaty globes through the seat of his pinstripe suit pants.
"C'mon, Al," Bill chuckled, "Let's get more comfortable," "Sounds good, big guy!" Al replied. So the two men slid thier pants off over thier socks, garters, and shoes, and then folded thier expensive suit pants on Bill's desk.
Both the President and the Vice-President wore boxers and garters. Clinton's boxers were solid blue, and Gore's sported thin red stripes. Clinton's cock pounded even harder as he playfully swatted Al's big meaty buns through his tight, sweaty shorts. "Hey, Al, how about a good, hot, ' 69 ' on the floor?" Hearing that, Al had to laugh, "What, I have to fuckin' asked?"
Then Clinton laid on his back on the floor, after doffing his sweaty shirt, and then Gore, who had likewise stripped off his sweaty silk shirt, got on all fours, straddling the President.
Clinton wasted no time in starting to lick and nibble at the bulky bulge in Gore's sweaty undershorts, marking the location of his hefty, cum-filled balls. Gore responded by hauling Clinton's thick, sweaty, Democrat dick from his lube-splotched boxers, and wrapping his hot lips around its turgid, pounding length. Clinton was getting hotter......now he wanted to move upward and onward!! His big hands reached up and his fingers sought out a small rip in the seat of Al's sweaty shorts and his thick fingers ripped the tear open.
Clinton's strong digits dug into the sweaty, succulent flesh of Al's hairy buns, and pried them apart. He pulled his head up and then buried his handsome face between the Vice-President's firm ass-mounds, his thick tongue slithering through the coarse black hairs of Al's sweaty ass-trench.
"MMMMMMNNNNHHHHHHHHHHHH" Gore groaned, his mouth full of the President's sweaty cock, loving the now-familiar feel of his buddy's hot tongue teasing his sweaty, soapy-tasting ass. Clinton was a real ass-hound, and he noisily slurped away at Al Gore's beefy, hairy ass.
Gore's sweaty chute twitched and pulsated as Clinton's tongue continued its all-out ass assault. Clinton, totally beyond caring at this point, again ripped the large tear in Gore's shorts, and now his hairy, sweaty nuts flopped out, and Clinton's tongue now switched from the Vice-President's hairy butt to his hairy, jizz-filled nuts. Clinton could tell, as he greedily lapped the sweat from Gore's bull-balls, that those beefy nuts were loaded to the max with thick, hot sperm.
Clinton's thick, throbbing dong was recieving an A-1 blowjob from Gore, and Gore sucked in his manly cheeks as much as he could, trying to swallow as much as Clinton's pounding cock as he could. Saliva mixed with lube drooled freely from his cock-filled mouth, staining the crotch of Clinton's sweaty blue boxers. "Jesus, Al, " Clinton muttered "You got the hottest, hairiest butt in DC, AL, ol' buddy!"
Al Gore didn't reply; he was too engaged in sucking off Bill's massive rod. As Clinton gored Gore's hairy chute with his slick tongue, he started jerking off Al's thick, pounding cock, loving the feel of how his throbbing pole jutted out of that thick, black jungle of musky-smelling hair.
"AUUGGHHHHHNNNNNNN....OOHHHFFUUCCKKKKKKKKK.....YYEESSSSSS!!" The President moaned, as Gore's hot mouth finally brought him to his peak. Clinton bucked his thick hips, and thrusted his crotch angrily upwards. His fat country-boy cock exploded in Gore's hot mouth, molten geysers of jizz spraying out of his Presitential pud .
Vice-President Al Gore tried to swallow all of the President's hot, gooey cum-load, but the orgasm was so explosive, that a lot of that hot cum spilled out of Al Gore's mouth, puddling on the crotch of Clinton's slimy, sweaty boxers. Al felt Bill's strong fist pumping his thick, blunt cock, and he knew he was about to blow....couldn't hold back......fuck, Bill's tongue felt so fuckin' good rimming his hot, hairy ass...oohhyeeaahh...can't hold back...................."SWEET FUCKIN' JESUS," Gore growled, as his hairy bull-balls finally exploded "AAAWWFUCK, BILL....YEAHHHHH, DO MY ASS RIGHT!!"
Clinton's fist slid up and down the throbbing length of Gore's cum-spitting political prick, and thick, steaming gets of thick, gluey spunk erupted all over Al's T-shirt, Clinton's gartered legs, as well as the crotch of Clinton's battle-scarred shorts. Wad after wad of cum shot out of Gore's explosive cock, and the Oval Office rug was now splattered and sticky with hot, sticky spooge.
It would have blown away the mind of anyone to see the President and Vice-President, lying in a sweaty, cum-and-sweat soaked tangle on the floor, the Vice-President's striped shorts in tatters. The two men caught their breath after thier grueling sexual encounter, playfully fondling one another's sweaty, hairy torsos. "Hey, Bill, " Al chuckled, as he rubbed Clinton's gartered leg " We have an "Election Day" in this country....why don't you propose a bill marking a NEW holiday...' ERECTION DAY'" The President didn't reply, but his thick finger slipped between Gore's meaty mounds and started probing his hairy, sweaty chute...............
THE END Hope you guys enjoyed! Comments and feedbacks always welcome!