Date: Thu, 12 Jun 2003 16:46:37 EDT
From: SLIPMAHONEY57@aol.com
Subject: "Clinton Gores Gore"
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...............
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