Date: Sat, 24 Feb 2007 10:54:27 -0600
From: nickwhatever@juno.com
Subject: Presidential Privileges Part Sixteen

DISCLAIMER: The writer in no way questions the actual sexuality of the
individuals involved. Any situations and incidents are purely fictional
and in no way reflect actual events. The writer also holds no license
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Chapter Sixteen
NBC News:

	The cameras were rolling as the two men sat comfortably facing another
at angle to ensure great head shots.  A fake fireplace flicked
electronically behind them to give a homey peaceful ambiance.  Bryan
Phillips shifted in his chair slightly as he posed his next question.
	"Did you for see this obsession in Lisa Nowak?"
	The darkly masculine Navy Commander Bill Oefelein maintained his
impassive expression as he answered.  "We worked closely together but we
maintained a completely professional relationship.  There weren't any
moments of personal conversation."
	"Are you telling us that their was no personal relationship with either
woman?"  Phillips maintained his professionalism.  The moment
for.......was later.
	"I patently deny any intimacy with either woman," Oefelein.
	Phillips nodded as if in thought, pausing before he querier his next
question.  The camera's continued to roll........

	Several hours later the interview was wrapping up.
	"Thank you Commander," Phillips offered in a professional manner, "for
your honesty in this delicate situation."
	"It was my pleasure." Oefelein replied.
	The two men exchanged a firm handshake, that perhaps lingered a bit too
long.  The crew began to wrap up the equipment and gradually disperse.
Phillips extricated his hand and stood.   Oefelein stood as well.  He was
relaxed a bit unlike on camera.  Phillips noted this with a wiry grin.
	"Care to join me for a quick drink?" he queried.
	"Sure," Oefelein replied.
	"I have a bottle of scotch holed away in my office," Phillips offered
conspiratorially.
	Oefelein chuckled and the two men wandered from the set.

	In his office, Phillips poured a glass of scotch and offered it to
Oefelein.  Phillips poured another for himself and moved to one of two
plush chairs opposite the wall where his desk rested.  "Pleased," he sat
languidly, "have a seat, Commander."
	Oefelein moved to the other chair, "please," he offered in familiarity,
"its Bill."  He sprawled comfortably in the chair and raised the glass to
his lips.  He sipped and the warmth eased him further.
	Phillips sipped his own drink allowing his eyes to travel the
Commander's rugged large muscular frame.  "You were a bit tense out
there," Phillips murmured as he lowered the glass to gently rest atop one
of the arms of the chair.  "The cameras can be a bit intimidating," he
conceded.
	"This has been a really rough time," Oefelein revealed.
	One of Phillips' eyebrows rose, "I would imagine."
	Oefelein chuckled.  "I doubt you really could."
	Phillips smiled slightly in thought.  He could imagine the stud naked
plowing his ass.
	"Christ," he sighed, "women can be so damn......." he trailed off.
	Phillips took another sip of his drink leisurely before speaking again.
"So," he broached carefully, "off the record," he assured.  "What the
hell is it about you that could drive two women, one in particular, to
such desperate measures?"
	Oefelein sipped his drink but gazed at Phillips over the rime.
	"Come on," Phillips pressed, "what is it that drove Nowak to contemplate
murder."  Phillips rose with his empty glass and walked over to the
bottle resting upon his desk to refresh his drink.  "What is it about
you?"  Phillips asked the question again as he refilled his glass.  The
liquid splashed into the glass while Phillips waited for a response in
the silence behind him.  Recapping the bottle he turned, lifting the
glass once again to his lips.  He stilled the glass suddenly just below
his lips.  His gaze riveted to Oefelein.
	Oefelein had turned his chair a bit.  His slacks were open and an 11
inch cock stood rigidly up right from Oefelein's fly.  He spread his legs
wider and grinned as he stroked his hard uncut cock.  "This," he
emphasized, "is what I have."
	Phillips slowly smiled and placed the glass of liquor down upon the desk
top.  His gaze burned into the thick inviting cock and he licked his
lower lip as he slowly walked to Oefelein.  Phillips stopped in the v of
Oefelein's outstretched powerful legs.  The men's gazes were riveted to
one another.
	"So," Oefelein offered cockily, "what would you," he emphasized, "do
with a cock like this?"
	Phillips sank to his knees with an inrush of breath.  Lowering his face
to the monster shaft, he gently grasped it and pulled the foreskin all of
the way back.  The red flared head glistened under the office lights.
"I'd suck it," Phillips murmured as he parted his lips and lowered his
head a bit further.  Gently moving his lips around the hot cock head,
Phillips took in a few inches, initially concentrating on running the tip
of his tongue beneath the foreskin.  Oefelein released a rush of breath
from his lips and lifted his hips a bit in invitation to the cock sucker.
	Phillips licked under the rim of the skin, caressing the rim of
Oefelein's cock.  Circling the glossy spongy flesh, Phillips poked the
piss slit with his tongue tip tasting pre-cum.  With one hand, he stroked
the hot length, pulling the foreskin back more tightly.  The cock was
rock hard and silky smooth between his lips and he slowly inched a bit
more down the length, his tongue encircling the hot flesh and flecking it
hotly.
	Oefelein was impatient and reached out to grasp the back of Phillips'
head.  Roughly he forced Phillips all the way down his shaft.  Phillips
snorted loudly and nearly choked at the massive rod filling his mouth.
He stretched his mouth and lips wide and inhaled sharply opening the back
of his throat.  He breathed out deeply but held the giant shaft
completely down his throat.  He sucked a bit harder and tried to run his
tongue along the thick shaft.  He snorted again and slurped and a drop of
spittle escaped his lips and rolled down his chin.
	Oefelein grinned wickedly and threw back his hips a bit easing a bit of
the length from Phillips' hot mouth.  Phillips breathed a bit easier but
snorted again when Oefelein thrust forward again.  Phillips eyes watered
a bit but he breathed deeply and twisted his mouth around the thick base.
 His nose grazed Oefelein's shaved pubes.  He could smell the masculine
musk and his eyelids fluttered a bit.
	"Come on," Oefelein sneered, "I though fags were supposed to be better
cocksuckers than women."
	Taunted on, Phillips twisted his lips savagely around the stalk of hot
flesh.  He expelled a hot rush of breath, flaring his nostrils and more
spittle drizzled from his lips, this time stretched from his chin toward
the floor.
	"That's it," Oefelein grasped several strands of hair between the
fingers grasping Phillips head.  "That's the way baby," he cooed with a
sly grin.
	Phillips snorted roughly and opened the back of his throat a bit more.
Running his hands up Oefelein's powerful thighs, Phillips clutched at the
portion of Oefelein's hard butt he could reach with the stud seated
before him.
	"Yeah," Oefelein nodded, "hold on tight baby."  Suddenly Oefelein began
gyrating his hips back and forth, face fucking Phillips.  The newscasters
eyes watered and he drooled and snorted, his fingers digging into the
seated stud's hard glutes.  Oefelein's heavy balls slapped against
Phillips chin and Phillips seemed to blink in rhythm with the motion.
	"You've....got.....a....hot....mouth," Oefelein exerted more force with
his thrusts.
	Phillips' tongue wrapped around the thick shaft filling his mouth while
his lips stretched tautly.  Oefelein pulled Phillips head closer.
Phillips nose pressed into the razor stubbled pelvis.  His fingers dug
deeper into Oefelein's hard glutes as he pistoned the large cock between
Phillip's lips  Phillips closed his eyes and concentrated on breathing
and keeping his throat open for the jack hammering cock head.  He slurped
and gurgled loudly.  More rivulets and strings of spittle clung from his
chin.  Oefelein's balls were hot against his chin. Phillips knew that the
Commander's load would be heavy, but he was determined to take every
single drop even if he drowned in the man's spoog.
	Oefelein held Phillips head more tightly as he increased the speed of
his thrusts.  His big balls were on fire.  He knew Phillips was going to
get a volcanic load.  He pumped harder and faster.  His face contorted,
blood surging throughout his cheeks and the column of his throat.  The
vein in the column of his throat was pronounced.  He felt the tension
building in his calves and thighs.  The muscles pulsed along his hips and
thighs.  His nuts twisted tightly.  Phillips felt the cock pulse and
jerk.  The cock head began to expand.
	"Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Oefelein thrust his hips higher and
held Phillips firmly to his cock.  The rush of cum surged through his
cock expanding the thickness in heavy pulses.  His piss slit burned as it
flared open tautly.  The spoog jetted harshly against the back of
Phillips throat.  He wanted to taste it but the cock was burrowed so deep
down his throat that all he could do was keep swallowing.  The streams of
spoog nearly choked Phillips.
	"Eatttttttt itttttttttttttttt," Oefelein grunted as his balls churned
and pumped more and more juice from his enflamed raw cock.  Phillips
snorted and coughed around the thick stalk of cock.  Spoog drizzled up
through his flared nostrils..  Spoog mingled with spittle on his lower
cheeks and chin.  Phillips concentrated on swallowing as the tidal wave
of spoog rocketed from Oefelein's piss slit back against his tonsils.  He
gulped rapidly.  He mixed with fear and relentless hunger over whether
the spoog would ever cease.
	Oefelein clenched his glutes and pumped a second rush of spoog from his
stinging balls and raw cock.  The second rush was a bit less in power and
the thick ropes lathered Phillips mouth and throat.  He choked a bit more
cum rivulets through his nostrils.  Oefelein held Phillips to him until
the end.  Oefelein's spoog slowed to slight strings until just drops
spurted from the stinging piss slit.  Oefelein shivered as his spent cock
at last calmed.  Reaching up, he ran his fingers through his hair and
expelled a heavy breath.
	"Shit," he gasped, catching his breath.
	Phillips allow the hold of his lips to slacken from around the cock base
and slowly pulled the thick spent shaft from between his lips.  It
plopped completely from his lips and hung heavily between Oefelein's
thick thighs.  It drizzled spittle and a bit of spoog on to the floor.
Phillips caught his breath and fell back upon the carpeted office floor
in exhaustion.  Regaining his breath, his licked his lips and chin.
Finally his lifted a hand smeared up more of the spoog from his face and
chin and licked his palm and fingers clean.
	"Now," Oefelein chuckled heavily, "wouldn't you go to extremes to
experience this," he indicated his still lengthy but now softening dick,
"again?"
	Phillips let his arms and hands collapse upon the floor and chuckled
between heavy breaths.

to be continued.....