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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Some of the political terms have been skewed into my own time line for creative license. MY APOLOGIES FOR THOSE WONDERING ABOUT PART FOUR! IT WAS MISPLACED< BUT NOW HERE IT IS.
Part Four
President Kennedy's hard cock slid in and out of Robert Kennedy's mouth.
The brother's lips were pursed tightly, sliding along the presidential shaft. The President's fingers guided his brother's head down over his cock, fucking the jaw and mouth raw.
"Ready for it little bro'?" the president pressed. In response Robert slurped even more. "Here.....it.....comes......." The President groaned. His balls tightened, toes curling. "Aghhhhhhh tttttakkkkkeeee ittttttttt," The President's cock head flared and ropes of cum hit the back of Robert's throat. He gagged briefly before growing accustomed to the thick ropey flows. "Yeahhhhhhhhh," the President encouraged, "Mmmmmmilkkkkkk ittttttt," and Robert greedily drank every last drop of his brother's cum.
George W. Bush pushed the projector's switch and turned on the lights.
"Where the hell did you get this?" Jeb Bush cast his brother an incredulous glance.
"Our father was with the CIA, remember?" the President prodded. President Bush's brother Jeb wasn't the brightest. A bit of a doofis, Jeb nonetheless had a hot ass. Bush wasn't that ass.
"Fuck!" Jeb explained in an oh gosh innocence. "Can you believe those Kennedy brothers actually screwed around with each other?"
President Bush shrugged. "Sure." Jeb galvanized his brother with an open mouth. "Brothers sometimes do fuck around."
"But," Jeb frowned.
President Bush grinned. "Come on Jeb. Can you tell me that it wasn't the least bit hot to you?"
Jeb colored, shifting in his seat to try and make his boner less noticeable. He didn't need his brother to think that he was a fag. Although, truth be told, Jeb found the Kennedy sex film extremely hot. "Yes......No....I mean....."
"Its ok Jeb," the President winked conspiratorially, "it made me hard the first time I saw it as well."
"You....you....don't th...th...think that I'm a fag?" He spluttered.
The President shook his head. "No, just a red blooded male."
"Well," Jeb acquiesced, "it was kind of......hot." His voice was low. His cheeks flamed in embarrassment.
The President eyed the obscene bulge in his brothers pants. "Still pretty pent up by it, I see."
Jeb shifted again. "Yes...well...."
"You can stroke it if you want," Jeb's eyes riveted on his brother's face as the President spoke. The President shrugged, "you know, alleviate the discomfort."
"I.....I....don't know." Jeb couldn't imagine jerking in front of his brother.
The President chuckled again. "We can do it together if you want."
"Really!" Jeb replied a bit too eagerly, but then.... "I mean....um...we can?" The thought of seeing his brother's dick somehow seemed very hot to Jeb.
"Sure," the President loosened his belt and undid his fly before his brother's disbelieving eyes. Jeb's mouth opened as George W fished out his cock. Eyes focused on his brother's boner. "Come on Jeb," the president encouraged as his hands gripped and ran the length of the shaft.
Jeb hesitated for a moment but was so turned on by his brother's hard-on that his hands moved to the fly of his own pants. President Bush smiled as Jeb slipped the zipper down and hauled out his dick. It was 7 inches and semi-erect. President Bush watched him silently working his own dick in his hand. Jeb relaxed a bit and began stroking his dick. Each had their gaze upon the other's boner. Once the President saw that his brother was relaxed and into it, he stepped up his seduction. Step two.
"Pretty big dick you have there Jeb."
Jeb grinned awkwardly, "yours isn't so bad either."
President Bush nodded and jerked in silence several moments, then... "can I touch it."
"Touch it?" President Bush nodded at his brother's spluttered question. "Um.....sure," Jeb acquiesced, "I guess so."
The President moved to his brother and knelt down before him. With his own cock working in one palm, George W reached out with the other and gripped Jeb's erection. Jeb shivered in response. The President worked it a bit. He smiled.
"Do you want to touch mine?"
Jeb paled. "I....I....guess so."
President Bush gently gripped one of his brother's hands and drew it to his boner. Jeb opened his hand, fingers touching the shaft.
"That's it," George W. encouraged. "That's it."
Jeb was absorbed into his brother's dick within his palm. His fingers moved lovingly along George W.'s length and soon he was gripping it.
"Mmmmm, that's nice Jeb," George W. sighed, "real nice."
He crawled in closer between his brother's legs. Jeb was absorbed with jerking his brother's dick. He was unprepared when George W. leaned in and touched his lips with his own. Jeb gasped in response and the President quickly thrust his tongue within his brother's mouth. Jeb was immobile but George W. deepened the kiss. The lips moved hungrily and soon Jeb released a sigh and responded in kind. He resumed jerking his brother's cock while George W.'s tongue grazed his own, feeding off of Jeb's inexperienced but eager lips and tongue. Jeb purred like a cat and tentatively thrust his tongue within George W.'s.
President Bush wrapped his arms around Jeb's neck and lifted Jeb up. Standing with his younger brother in his arms, he walked to his desk. Placing Jeb down on the edge, he quickly wiped everything off the top with a swift swing then pushed Jeb back down upon it.
"Wh.....wh.....what...."
"Shhhhh," the President hushed his brother. Jeb remained still while George W, yanked his slack down off of his waist and legs. Free of the constricting material, Jeb held his legs up awkwardly, but George W. showed him the way, placing Jeb's ankles up on his shoulders. Jeb swallowed nervously. George W. reached down between Jeb's legs and touched Jeb's quivering hole. He traced the muscled ring with the tip of a finger. Jeb's butt lips seemed to kiss the finger in response.
"We......ughhhhhh," Jeb grunted the moment George W. pushed a finger into his hole. Jeb's sphincter muscles constricted around the intrusive digit. The President moved the probing finger, stroking Jeb's prostate, before his brother could protest.
"Feel good Jeb?" the President smiled as Jeb's eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head. George W. pressed the prostate a bit more. Jeb's erection surged, the dick bouncing back to his flat stomach.
President Bush inserted a second digit, and then a third. By then Jeb was withering upon the desk top. "I know bro'," George W. smiled, "I know, you need something bigger." With his free hand the President gripped the base of his boner and nudged it along Jeb's crack. "Tell me you need something bigger." He encouraged, "tell me you want it."
Jeb's breathing was increasing. He did want something bigger. He wanted it so bad. "Please......" he hissed.
George W. withdrew his probing digits. "Please what Jeb?"
"P....p...please fuck.......me." he panted.
"Like," George W. thrust without preamble, "this?"
"Ughhhhhhhhh fuckkkkkkkk," Jeb winced at the stinging pressure. "Take......t....take...it...outttttttttttt,"
"No, no." George W. held completely within him. "it only hurts for a minute. Don't wimp out on me Jeb."
"Hurtsssssssss," Jeb withered. But just as quickly as the pain came, it was gone, replaced with a fluid warmth filling him. Flowing throughout his loins. "Mmmmmmmmmmm"
The President smiled and withdrew a bit then thrust forward again. Jeb squealed like a pig, bouncing upon the desk top with each ensuing thrust.
He soon learned to buck back against each of his brother's thrusts.
"Take it Jebbie!" the President encouraged. "Take it little bro'!"
"What in the hell......."
The brothers stilled at the exclaiming twang and turned at the intruder.
They were stunned by the man who had interrupted them. "Is this the way two upstanding Christian brothers behave?" David Duke reprimanded. His handsome, plastic surgery created face in a scowl.
The brothers suppressed a laugh. They were about to be reprimanded by...er...rather..with, they hoped, this bible belter's belt.
Los Angeles, California
Bill Clinton had arrived back at Gore's hotel suite several hours ago and was pissed by Al's absence. Bill glanced at his wrist watch as he paced the room. Damn Al Gore! Where the hell was the bitch! No doubt being topped by some big dick! Gore's ass should have been riding his cock! Al Gore was a slut! He didn't know why he'd chosen him as his running mate. Of course the memory of Gore's sphincter muscles squeezed around his big dick quickly cleared any doubts. If Gore was getting fucked else where, who the hell was going to take care of Clinton's boner!
Clinton's irritation was interrupted by an abrupt knock on the hotel room door. He went to the door and irritably pulled it open. "Yes."
Jimmy Smitts smiled at the President. His dark Latin looks momentarily caught Clinton off guard. "President Clinton," Jimmy Smitts, "reminded. Your press secretary arranged for us to meet."
"Oh....yes," Clinton apologized with a charming smile. He'd thought the meeting was scheduled for the following afternoon.
Smitts thought that Clinton was sexier in person. His erection stirred within his Levis. Their appointment was for the following afternoon, but Smitts needed to get into Clinton's pants at any cost. He doubted the President could keep any of his appointments straight.
"Come in," Clinton indicated in a sweeping gesture.
Smitts swaggered into the room. He'd deliberately worn his tightest pair of jeans so that the president would notice his tight bubble butt. And Clinton's eyes were riveted on that swaying round ass. Smitts took a seat. Clinton followed suite, shifting his raging boner a bit to be more comfortable.
"So," Clinton began, trying to sound pleasant although his boner was driving him crazy. "What pressing issue dictated such a meeting in my busy schedule?"
"Well," Smitts leaned forward a bit, deliberately running his hands down between his thighs to showcase his ample cock. Clinton didn't miss the large package. "As you know, I recently joined the cast of The West Wing as a Presidential candidate and I'm looking for authenticity." He shrugged, " so I thought that you might offer some tips."
"Mmmm," Bill nodded. "So you want to base your character on me." Bill was flattered. He was even more flattered by the fact that the actor was hot for him.
Bill extended his legs languidly, spreading them a bit, hinting at a sexual invitation to the actor across from him. Smitts eyes focused on the presidential package. Nice! He definitely wanted to swing on it.
to be continued........