Jeff stepped on the tele-lift in St. Louis and was taken to the 55th floor of the Radamada Hotel in Chicago.
Caston was starting his vacation this evening, and had invited his old college buddy to join him. He and Jeff had met at Rotaro University, where they'd graduated 5 years ago.
Caston was a 4-year scholarship jock while Jeff was his finance tutor.
Jeff was 6'2", slim, with dark blonde hair, a policy sci and communication double major. He'd parlayed his brains and looks into becoming the second youngest President of New North America. He'd sneaked out of the North House in Second St. Louis, Illinois, to meet Caston. Jeff knew the Seen Service Protectorate would be arriving in about an hour, having finally traced his locator implant, once they realized he was gone.
Caston had played as the star quarterback 2 years ago for the last football game. He'd wisely invested his money, and had broken into the entertainment industry as a product presenter for Wonder Hair Styler, gaining him steady income and several foots in the door for better roles.
The 6'3" tall Italio-Zealander still had his pumped build, a full head of dark hair with turquoise streaks and the ruggedly handsome looks that had turned too many heads, leading to his first and second divorces.
"So Cheryl left after 3 weeks?" Jeff asked, slumping into the leather couch in Caston's penthouse suite, shared with 4 other suites on the top floor. Penta-techture had replaced traditional 4-side buildings 40 years ago shortly after the United States of America's Civil Political War that had ended up changing the face of the planet, resulting in New North America and Old North America. The line was an unfriendly division roughly along the lines of the USA's first Civil War between the North and South. The Capital of NNA was St. Louis, Illinois, while the Capitol of ONA was St. Louis, Missouri.
Jeff negotiated with the President of ONA on a near daily basis, both stuck in figure-head positions, with little prestige and even less power. Citizen implants had made decision making by elected officials unnecessary, but dislikes needed some sort of focus beyond "we hate them".
"Sorry about the heat in here. You'd think with all the advances in science, they'd know how to regulate temperatures in glass-roofed dwellings," Caston chuckled, pouring a Live Man Sitting for Jeff while letting his own Murtuey marinate. He was strutting about his suite in a water-blue thong as Jeff shed his dress shirt, revealing his gym-toned chest and torso, with the light blonde hair turning darker as it descended toward his crotch. Caston's athletic frame showed off his defined chest, all covered in a fine pelt of black hair with flecks of turquoise.
"Just like college days, bud," Jeff laughed, tossing his dress shirt over the President Amalladan side chair, "except I'm not tutoring you anymore."
"I'm not ignoring you about Cheryl. We both admitted we made a mistake. Even though women and men knew I was married, they'd hit on me right in front of Cheryl, even after I introduced her as my wife.
"But Cheryl and I made some other missteps. We actually waited until we were married to have sex," Caston said, handing Jeff his drink.
"You mean...Cheryl didn't know about... Caston! How could you do that to her? She must have been startled," Jeff admonished the former jock.
"I could have wished for startled," Caston sighed, hanging his head. "We never had sex. She just couldn't adjust. She tried. We tried. But she just didn't know how to compensate."
"Marico could?"
"Marico could do anything," Caston smiled. "Except put up with the sexual attention. Since homosexuality became a moot point 40 years ago, men have no problem asking me in public, just like women. Marico knew I was faithful to her, but she just couldn't stand the advances. When we went out to eat, it had to be private dining booths and rooms, but even the waiters and waitresses would serve the food, then ask me if I'd like some sex."
"You are a handsome man, Caston," Jeff complimented. "And Cheryl's problem does give you a certain...bone of attention when you enter a room."
"I know! I've hired the best tailors on the planet to tone it down. I consulted physicians and surgeons for solutions, but to no avail."
"At least the adult entertainment industry has stopped calling," Jeff said.
"Yeah, thanks for that legislation. I was afraid everyone would know I had two dicks after that commercial asking for me to star in that bi-sexual flick," Caston said, setting his drink on the end table and sidling up to Jeff.
"Some things just aren't the public's need. I can't believe some people still want to know what other people do in their bedrooms," Jeff said, massaging Caston's inner right thigh.
"Afraid they'll find out the reserved President of New North America likes men?" Caston challenged.
"No. It's not like I'm the first cocksucking male President. Hell, we've had a gay man and two lesbians in office, but I don't think people need to know what I'm doing in my bedroom," Jeff pushed back a little as Caston leaned in for a kiss. "I don't want to know what they're doing in theirs!"
"Less talking," Caston purred.
"Cad."
"Yes, I am."
Caston slipped his split tongue between Jeff's lips, grappling with Jeff's tongue.
Despite scientist propagations 50 years prior, humanity had not evolved in predicted ways. Hair colors had made subtle shifts into dynamic colors, mostly in the form of streaks and flecks of turquoise in men, and lavender in women, with exceptions. Since reproduction has become less physical and more...implanted, women's vaginas had become smaller on some women, but had become two in others, while men had developed more interesting variations as sex became less about religion and more about, well, recreation.
Less about religion? Well, the Bible War had split the planet into some odd factions since the Christian churches had revealed its fraud on the world about how the Bible was actually created.
Jeff and Caston didn't really care about anything at the moment.
Jeff had started massaging both Caston's cocks while the muscled jock licked about the President's neck and chest.
Jeff massaged the perineum, and felt Caston's third testicle draw up inside the rugged man. Caston dived into Jeff's hairy arm pits, slurping the residue of sweat from the hirsute pit. Caston licked down the side of Jeff's body, settling into a nice suckle on Jeff's left hip nipple.
Jeff lay back, enjoying the oral pleasures of Caston's split tongue. He enjoyed it for several minutes, then started massaging Caston's shoulders, maneuvering down his spine towards Caston's second penis. The large appendage stood hard and proud at the top of the cleft of Caston's ass. Caston was doubly hung; 9 inches in front and 9 inches in back. Few men had evolved so, but Caston's family has come from a long line of pleasure men and damsels.
Caston's prowess on the field had meant a career change.
Jeff stroked the massive member, watching the prejuice flow into Caston's hirsute back. The jock now had Jeff's 8-inch member fully engulfed and down his throat, using his throat muscles to milk the savory juices from Jeff. The President started gasping for air as Caston worked the dick. The athlete's hairy legs were soon on either side of Jeff's fair face as the dignitary enveloped Caston's front cock.
The 69 escalated as Jeff stroked the back cock while sucking the front one. Caston was bringing Jeff close, coming of the Presidential member to spit on a finger, jab it up the blonde-haired hole, then devouring Jeff's dick again.
The jab on the prostate inside Jeff's steamy hole caused the man to convulse and spew rope, savory cum down the double-dicked devil's throat. Caston greedily swallowed every drop, sucking past Jeff's orgasm until a once-again hard dick was released.
Jeff took a moment to relax, then started lapping the hairy hole, his nose nudging the base of the back dick while he tugged on the 2 nuts up front.
"I love your ass," he growled, enjoying the musky hole while writhing on the finger still up his own shitter.
"I know you do, buddy," Caston smiled, pushing his face into the leather, his butt in the air to provide Jeff access. While Jeff tugged on Caston's front nuts, his second hand started jacking the back cock.
"You're going to make me cum," Caston protested.
His cock throbbed, then sprayed the leather couch beneath him, ropes of satin white seed streaking the blonde hairs of Jeff's left leg.
"Damn, your nuts are still a trigger," Jeff breathed, pulling his face briefly from the hairy shit hole. "Thank goodness you have this extra nutter back here."
He stroked the back cock more, feeling the warm hardness in his fingers. "This is what I love about you," Jeff grinned, ass drool clinging to his cheeks. "I like holding a big dick when I fuck a guy on his back. With you, I've got a nice handhold when I fuck from the rear."
With that, the President swiftly slid his body up off the couch, pulling Caston's feet to the floor, bent over the leather couch, Caston's face landing in his own, cooling cum. He started lapping it up as Jeff plunged his stiff dick in Caston's hole, holding the back cock as the handhold he'd discovered in college.
He thrust and pounded the beefy butt cheeks for minutes, which lapsed into a quarter hour. Caston's legs started aching just as he felt the President's warmth enter his man hole. The sensations triggered his back cock's orgasm, sending a shower of warmth across his hirsute back.
Caston relaxed his legs, laying on the couch as Jeff lay atop him, feeling Caston's cum bathe Jeff's fairly smooth chest as the President's cock slipped from Caston's ass, the cum oozing out the hole and mingling with the hairs of Caston's front nuts.
The pair lay there for an hour, enjoying each other's touch and bodies, dozing intermittently. Jeff finally rose, tugging at Caston. The men made their ways to the shower, a large room with many nozzles, some stationary, some on tubing.
The men washed each other, cleaned each other out, then rinsed and steamed.
Jeff spread his legs, allowing Caston the access to the Presidential jewels, which Caston firmly grasped, then began to shave.
Three hours later, Jeff strode from the apartment, heading to the tele-lift, back to the Capital. He looked back as Caston lewdly followed the blonde's ass. Both smiled as they knew they'd repeat the monthly meeting in 29 short days.
THE END
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