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Part Three
Washington, DC The President's private offices at the White House
President George W. Bush kicked back in his chair. Lifting his legs, he rested them upon his mahogany desk. He reached down and undid his zipper and pulled out his semi-erect cock. It was only about 6 1/2 inches but extremely thick. He reached up to the thirty-millimeter projector resting on a stand next to his chair and flicked the switch. Immediately the machine began to hum as the wheels fed the film through the machine and the light projected the images upon the screen erected in front of his desk. He grinned and raised the small vial of poppers to his nose and sniffed. His eyes glazed over and focused on the screen.
GOVERNMENT CLASSIFIED TOP SECRET >From the files of the CIA Presidential Assignation-Cuban Missile Crisis.
President John F Kennedy moved through the door to his office. He seemed fatigued and lethargic. He was followed by his brother Bobby.
"Damn that was a tense situation." Bobby sighed.
President Kennedy grimaced in agreement. "At least that Cuban cigar chomper understands that I'm no pansy."
Bobby chuckled. "If he knew you like I did he would have never even considered....."
The President cast his younger brother a curious grin. "Speaking of which, did you lock the door?"
Bobby grinned broadly. "I did and I also instructed the secret service men that we weren't to be disturbed under any circumstances."
"Good." The President slunk down into his desk chair and pushed it back from the desk. He out stretched his muscular legs. "Now get over here and suck your big brother's cock." He instructed, spreading his legs a bit.
Bobby moved without further bidding. He walked around the desk while the President watched him. The President licked his lips. Bobby stopped between the breadth of his brother's legs.
"Come on Bobby," the President said a bit irritably, "don't keep me waiting."
Bobby fell to his knees and lowered his mouth to his brother's crotch. He opened his mouth and chewed and sucked over the growing dick hidden beneath expensive slacks. The President growled and pushed his brother's head firmly against his cock. Bobby could taste the fabric as well as his brother's musky scent. He moaned and sucked through the fabric a bit more. Impatient, he tugged at the President's belt, then moved to the zipper. With a smile of deep pleasure he hauled out his brother's hard 9 inch cock.
"Suck it," the president growled.
Bobby gripped it at the base and licked the length of the shaft. He licked it like it was a piece of candy. One hand moved to the President's low hanging balls. He rolled them in the palm of his hand and the President let out a sigh.
"Suck it!" the president encouraged. "Suck it."
President George W Bush watched the action upon the screen avidly and pumped his engorged cock with his fist. He took a sniff of the poppers again. His head fell back a bit but his eyes never moved from the screen.
"Damn it Bobby!" The President gripped Bobby's head and pushed him down on his waiting cock. Bobby opened his mouth wide and took the dick all the way down. His lips were warm and wet as they slid the length of the shaft. The President held his brother's head down over his cock. Bobby breathed in through his nose and ran his tongue the length of his brother's cock. He flecked the head with the tip of his tongue and was rewarded with his brother's sigh.
President Kennedy loosened the grip on his brother and Bobby began to slide the shaft in and out of his mouth, keeping his lips tight and sucking furiously. The loud slurps of the suction increased as Bobby sucked faster. With the tip of his tongue, Bobby touched the President's piss slit and tasted the drop of pre-cum. His eyes rolled as if the liquid intoxicated him, or rather his brother's hard cock. The President threw his head back as his breathing increased. His balls were churning and he thrust up into his brother's throat. Bobby held tight to his brother, the flecks of his tongue sending hot shivers through the President.
"You're....the....best....cock.....suckerrrrrr...." he rasped under his brother's ministrations.
Bobby nursed the cock reverently. He could feel his brother getting close. The President's legs were tensing. The balls tightened. The dick flared.
"I......I.....I'm gonna shoottttttt," the President wheezed. "Ahhhhhhhhh fuckkkkkkkk yeahhhhhhhh," the President let loose a stream of cum into his brother's hungry mouth. "Ahhhhhh......take itttttttttttt....."
Bobby swallowed the cum hungrily. His slurps grew noisier as he sucked every last drop from his brother's dick. Bobby snorted for breath as he held his mouth tightly to the spurting cock.
"Fuckkkkkk," George W. jerked harder, his dick enflamed and his balls churning. His eyes were wide open, glued to the screen. He pumped and pumped until his balls tightened. "Ahhhhhhh ughhhhhhh," thick ropes of cum spurted from his engorged dick and splattered across the desk top. He was panting as the last spurts dribbled from his piss slit. "Fuck yeah," the President released a long breath as his orgasm subsided. He chuckled. "I'm damn glad my father was with the CIA." He snickered, "never would have had access to this hot piece of film otherwise."
Los Angeles, California The Hotel Suite of Prince William of Windsor
Vice President Gore was spread bare ass on the bed in confining handcuffs. However he looked far from displeased. His dick was already rising to half mast as he watched the young man at the end of the bed.
Prince William smiled down at the nude American politician. His expensive slacks were long gone, his long muscular legs spread in a challenging stance. The Vice President watched Wills run his hand over his 12 inch dick with awe and trepidation. Wills jerked it to full mast.
He moved closer to the bed and his large cock swung proudly with each step. Gore licked his lips, eager to try and take the huge piece. He wiggled a bit, trying to lift his butt for the anticipated fuck.
Wills grinned at the gesture. He climbed up on to the end of the bed between Gore's spread legs. lifted his palm and swung at the smooth flesh of the Vice President's butt. The bubble butt vibrated at the harsh contact and Gore elicited a whimper. Wills lowered to his stomach and looked at the enflamed cheeks. He gripped Gore's butt cheeks with each hand and spread them wide. The folds of Gore's tight muscular ring winked back at the Prince. He dipped lower and pushed his nose into the butt crack inhaling sharply. He moved his lips and kissed the fleshy butt lips passionately. Gore wiggled and sighed at the contact. Gore's hips hiked up a bit and Wills thrust his tongue within the folds of the Vice Presidential cunt. The walls of his ass were warm and wet around Wills' exploring tongue. Gore pressed against the Prince's face. Wills' tongue thrust deeper. He could taste the musky shit hole and his mouth drooled. He loved eating arse even more than fucking. Wills' cock drooled and leaked precum. Gore's own cock was rock hard. He would have jerked it were his hands free.
Both men were absorbed in the rimming so much that the sound of a key in the outer door hardly disturbed them. Prince Felipe of Spain entered the room and was met by the beautiful sight of the Prince of England nestled between the Vice President's legs, the royal ass exposed and vulnerable. Wills' arse was muscled from years of riding and Felipe's cock strained against the confines of his expensive slacks. He noted a discarded riding crop upon a chair. He reached for it and walked toward the two men upon the bed.
Wills tongue lapped and burrowed in the tangy vice presidential hole. Gore squeezed his eyes closed at the jolt of pleasure running his long length. Felipe grasped the crop tightly and swung. The leather grazed Gore's butt cheek. His eyes opened at the searing intensity. Felipe swung the crop again. The leather seared Wills' muscular arse. His lips held tightly to Gore's ring but the rush of air the blow stirred flooded the Vice President's rectum. Gore's ass lips pursed in response.
Felipe dropped the crop and tugged at his zipper, releasing his 9 inch uncut cock. It was blazing red and engorged so that the foreskin was pulled back tightly. Felipe didn't even take the forethought of removing his trousers. He lined the glistening head of his cock with the puckered lips of Wills arse. Legs wide in stance, he thrust forcefully into the nether regions of Wills' arse. Wills grunted against Gore's hole, never removing his slathering tongue from the Vice President. His rectum muscles tightened around the invading Spanish prick. Felipe gripped Wills' waist and began thrusting in and out of the constricting British rectum forcefully. He was so engrossed in the fuck that he forgot about the friend he'd invited up to the room.
Prince Carl Phillip of Sweden entered the room, eyes widening at the threesome before him. However his surprise quickly parlayed into something baser. He noted Felipe's cock sliding in and out of Wills. He moved toward the men and sank to his knees. Soon he was licking Felipe's cock as it slid in and out of the Prince of England's rectum. He tasted cum and butt juices. He locked his lips to the invading organ suckling up all of their juices. With one hand he reached up around Felipe and burrowed his fingers into the heir of Spain's crack. Felipe thrust harder as Carl Phillip popped a finger into his rectum.
By now Gore's cock was leaking precum like a faucet. He needed some type of relief on his dick, desperately so. He wanted to jerk it, but again the handcuffs prevented the desired action. Felipe seemed to read Gore's mind, reaching down with one hand and gripping the American cock. Gore bit his lip at the multitude of sensations coursing through his limbs. But the action was for naught as he groaned loudly. Wills and Carl Phillip merely slurped avidly.
"Take it," Felipe growled, "take this big Spanish dick!"
Wills pushed back against Felipe. The sloshing of their fucking forcing Felipe's leaking cum out between Will's cunt lips over Felipe's cock. Carl Phillip lapped up every drop. He snorted loudly as he swallowed the nasty mixture.
In the hall Howard Dean meandered toward his room when the loud noises from a suite he was passing caught his attention. Dean paused, recognizing the sounds of sex clearly. With a mischievous southern grin, Dean moved to the door and tried the knob. It was unlocked. How fortuitous. He ambled into the room and quickly made out the tangled male bodies.
"I.....I....I'm g.....g....going to shoot," Carl Phillip panted between licks on Felipe's cock.
Without preamble Dean slid down between the Swedish Prince's legs and wrapped his southern lips on the Euro cock. The touch was the trigger the Swede needed.
"Agggghhhhhhhh ughhhhhhhhhhh," Carl Phillip's cum filled Dean's hungry mouth. He held tightly as the Prince emptied his royal cock and swallowed hungrily.
"Fuuuuucccccckkkkkkkkkkkkk," Felipe gritted as his uncut cock exploded within the massaging muscles of Wills' rectum. The man spoog flooded him and dripped into Carl Phillip's eager mouth.
"Mmmphhhhhh," Wills gurgled into Gore's butt.
Dean moved quickly, latching his lips on Wills' cock. "Mmmmphhhhhhh," Wills managed with his tongue burrowed up Gore's hole. Dean was happily rewarded with a flood of Wills' ropey cum and greedily swallowed. Rivulets ran from the corners of his mouth down over his chin.
As the spasms of Wills cock subsided, Dean moved from beneath the men and climbed upon the bed. He yanked the Vice Presidential cock playfully. "I'll take this as well," he said with a twang, crawling over Al Gore. As his mouth opened and slid over Gore's cock, Gore's mouth opened to Dean's lowering cock above him. Their sixty-nining was furious, Gore coming first, of course, flooding Dean's mouth with even more political cum. It joined Wills' and Carl Phillip's in his stomach. What Dean missed rolled down the shaft to Gore's springy pubes.
Gore licked at Dean's shaft, paying particular attention to the underside of the southern cock. Dean pushed his lower limbs down, forcing his entire cock down Gore's constricting throat. "Mmmmphhhhhhh," Gore inhaled the scent from Dean's pubes.
"Shoot it down his throat," Felipe encouraged.
"Feed it to the bitch," Carl Phillip chimed.
"Mmmmphhhh," Wills gurgled, his tongue still deep in Gore.
"Mmmmphhhhhhhh," Dean snorted, as his come shot down the Vice President's throat. Gore hungrily drank it all, disappointed when it was spent.
President Clinton and John Kennedy Jr. went their separate ways following the desk top fuck. It was apparent that Arnold had retired so both men left the Shriver complex for separate destinations. However, Arnold was far from tired. In his enclosed pool area, Arnold was buck naked, going through poses from his weight lifting competition days. He flexed and posed, showcasing his glutes, guns, pecs, to the kneeling admiring Jan Michael Vincent. The kneeling man rubbed his hands up and down Arnold's powerful legs and calves.
"Vorship me, bitch," Arnold sneered.
Jan Michael stood, running his hands, then lips over Arnold's hard muscled body. He kissed the calves, abs pecs, guns, moving his lips up to Arnold's smelly pits, slathering the pits and pit hair with his tongue and lips. Arnold flexed his arms, biceps bulging.
"Vorship me," he hissed as his cock began to grow. Arnold pushed Jan Michael down to his knees again. "Vorship thissssss," he hissed as Jan Michael's mouth opened over his hard cock. Arnold grabbed Jan Michael's head and roughly pulled the kneeling man's head down on his cock. Jan Michael gagged over Arnold's length as the bulbous head touched the back of his throat. "Vorship itttttttt," Arnold licked his lips and flexed his arms. "Suck ittttttt,"
Jan Michael's eyes watered as his throat muscles grew accustomed to Arnold's thick cock. He slurped hungrily despite the water running his cheeks. His hands round up to Arnold's powerful glutes and dug his fingers into the flexing muscles. He snorted loudly as his tongue lathered Arnold's powerful tool. Arnold's fingers tangled into his hair and yanked him even closer. Jan Michael snorted in an effort to breath.
"Bitch," Arnold cursed as he tightened his grip on the kneeling man's tresses. "Vorship itttttttt, yessssssssssss,"
Jan Michael worshipped the cock thrust down his throat as best as possible. He worshipped the length of the staff with his tongue, spittle running from the corners of his mouth wrapped tightly around the governor's pulsing cock. Jan Michael snorted again. Arnold's toes curled as his balls tightened and cum erupted from his cock into Jan Michael's throat. Jan Michael snorted and choked a bit but drank as much cum as possible. Rivulets mingled with the spittle running from his mouth. He coughed but drank and drank until Arnold's cock was spent completely.
"Vat a good boy," Arnold cajoled, patting Jan Michael's cheek with his hand. "Good boy," he nodded in satisfaction.
Jan Michael whimpered in gratitude but continued nursing on Arnold's depleted cock, his own fingers kneading Arnold's hard buttocks cheeks.
"Good boy." Arnold smiled letting Jan Michael's tongue lick him clean. "Good boy."
To be continued.