Date: Sun, 9 Jan 2005 04:54:11 -0500
From: Nicholas A Ryan <nickwhatever@juno.com>
Subject: Presidential Privileges part two

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
agreement to the following politicians and/or publicized events that may
be mentioned. All persons and events are a copy write and/or are the
property of the people and public events themselves. The author in no way
holds or maintains any rights to situations, events, and individuals.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Some of the political terms have been skewed into my own
time line for creative license.

Presidential Privileges
Part Two
	John F. Kennedy Jr. arrived at the Shriver estate exhausted from his
flight from New York.  His cousin Maria was off somewhere on assignment
and he had no idea where Arnold was.  He let himself in with a key Maria
gave him long ago.  After the long flight from New York he was tense and
needed release-sleep seemed the obvious choice.  He had just placed a
foot on the stairwell when a sound caught his attention.
	"Give me that big vat cock!"  He recognized Arnold's indecipherable
Eastern European accent from Arnold's private offices.  Some one intended
to close the door but it was still slightly ajar.
	John John stepped closer and listened.
	"Fuck meeeeeee," Arnold's instruction echoed through the door.
	John John pushed the door a bit and gazed in astonishment as President
Bill Clinton fucked Arnold's large muscular butt atop a bare desk.  The
larger man rested on his back with his massive legs resting upon the
slimmer man's shoulders.  Arnold was completely nude, massive muscles
tensing and thrashing in the fuck.  Clinton hadn't even removed his
clothes.  His shirt hung freely from his torso while his slacks bunched
at his ankles.
	"Take this presidential cock!" Clinton ranted as his fucked the former
weight lifter, now governor wildly.  "Squeeze those glutes!"
	Arnold squeezed them as he had all those years ago in his competitions.
"Ahhhhhhh," Arnold articulated with each of Clinton's thrusts.  Arnold
was lost in a euphoria of lust.  The world was a fog save the thick dick
ripping open his sphincter.  The creek of the office door was vague but
just audible enough.  He blinked his eyes and focused as the upside down
visage of another man approaching from the door came to a halt before his
thrown back head.  Soon hands were extricating another cock Arnold was oh
so familiar with.
	Clinton smiled across Arnold at John F. Kennedy Jr while Arnold opened
his mouth wide to accommodate his wife's cousin's 10 incher.  Arnold's
throat convulsed as the large dick easily slid within the hungry
mouth-all the way to the base.
	"Sssssuckkkk itttt," John John hissed.
	Clinton eyed John John's sexy mouth as he maintained the thrusts within
Arnold's butt.  He licked his own lips.  John John's eyes twinkled and
both men bent towards each other.  The unison fucking at each end of
Arnold-mouth and butt hole-was uninterrupted as Clinton's mouth hungrily
covered John John's.  Their mouths opened eagerly and fed off of one
another-tongues thrusting forward-grazing-tasting one another.  Both John
John and Arnold purred simultaneously and Clinton expelled his hot breath
in satisfaction.  He'd fuck them both before the night was over.

	Al Gore arrived at the Hollywood fete following the banal press
conference.   He was pissed, missing Clinton's cock desperately.  Instead
of rubbing shoulders with the press, he should have been rubbing his butt
across Clinton's face.  Damn!  He hated these functions but thought that
perhaps he'd be lucky enough to get some action.  Luminaries and stars
were in attendance and Gore was sure one hot top could be found.  He
surveyed the room.  His eyes momentarily caught Brad Pitt.  He frowned,
no luck there.  Brad was a total bottom cunt like him.  He'd been fucked
by half the leading men in Hollywood.  His eyes moved on.  Tom Cruise?
Nah, everyone in the know understood Cruise's peculiarities.  He could
only orgasm through anal intercourse with women.  He was regularly
serviced by Nicole's strap on dildo.  Gore's gaze wavered a moment on
George Clooney.  Hell no, he reasoned.  That fucker was into scat!
	Across the room, Prince William leaned back against the wall bored out
of his mind.  He sighed heavily.  Here he was at some ridiculous event
when he really wanted to be back in London fucking the hell out of his
brother Harry.  Wills hated the protocol his mother had set, but duty
with the royal family out weighted pleasures.  He was about to give up on
shooting a load until he spotted Vice President Gore.  A cheeky grin
upturned his thin lips.
	Gore had his back to the crowd and was nonchalantly gazing out a window
when he was startled by a firm grope on his ass.  He attempted to turn
but a tall masculine frame pressed into his back.  He immediately pressed
his tight bubble butt against the hardening cock of the other man.  Gore
gave a throaty chuckle.  "I believe we haven't been formally introduced."
	"I believe that this is a much more appropriate introduction."  The
British accent stirred Gore's hardening cock even more that the inviting
cock straining against the seat of his pants.  A warm breath tickled the
back of Gore's neck.
	Wills grinned as the US vice-president moved his butt against his hard
cock.  He wanted to fuck this American badly.  "Shall we take this to
somewhere more private for an even better acquaintance?"
	Gore looked over his shoulder to the tall British lad goosing him.
Princess Diana's eldest son had grown into an extremely attractive young
man.  It was definitely a man cock burrowing in the crease of his
buttocks.  And the Prince was a top!
	"I believe that could be arranged."  Gore affirmed in pleasure.

	At the Shriver compound, Arnold's butt and jaw had worn out after
Clinton and John filled his holes with three loads each.  He wanted to
daisy chain fuck with the two.  However the ache precluded a three-way.
Nevertheless once Arnold excused himself to the hot tub to recuperate,
Clinton and John John kept themselves busy.  Clinton was leaning against
the desk facing John John.  John John was leaning in between Clinton's
legs.  Both men held tightly to one another as they sensuously kissed and
tongued.  Clinton ran his hands along the length of John John's back.
John John sighed in response.  Lifting his own hands up along Clinton's
back, he tangled his fingers within the President's salt and pepper
locks.
	Clinton's hands slid low, down beneath the waist band of John John's
slacks.  Their lips suckled uninterrupted by the other ministrations.
Clinton's large hands cupped John John's smooth bubble butt.
	"Oh!" John John started the minute Clinton inserted a finger into his
rectum.  However he quickly melted to the warmth and wiggled his butt in
response to Clinton's exploring digit.  "Mmmmmmmmm," he purred.  He was
going to get fucked by the president.  His childhood fantasy was going to
be fulfilled.  Clinton was hot but in the back of his mind it would be
his late father, that sexy stud President John F. Kennedy who'd be doing
the fucking.  He'd get his daddy fuck at last.
	Bill waisted no time.  He swung John John around and threw him down upon
the desk.  John John barely had time to maneuver his legs over the
president's shoulders before Clinton shoved his big dick in his tight
hole.
	"Shhhhhhitttttttttt," John John gritted at the invasive pressure.
	Clinton struck one of John John's bubbly butt cheeks with the back of
his hand.  "There better not be any shit up there."  Clinton gripped John
John's waist and hauled him closer.  He held within John John until the
young man's tight sphincter muscles accommodated his dick.  John John's
breathing eased as the pressure decreased and a warmth flowed over his
body.  He tightened his butt muscles tighter around the presidential
cock.
	"That's better," Clinton soothed, his fingers gently massaging John
John's plump cheeks.
	John John took a deep breath and closed his eyes.  "Fuck me," he
expelled in a hot breath.
	Clinton smirked in affirmation and began to thrust in and nearly out of
John John's winking hole.  He rocked back and forth on his heels, his
thrusts and even tempo.  One of John John's ankles slipped from Bill's
shoulder.  When John John flung the leg up to reposition his ankle, he
inadvertantly aimed the sole of his foot against Clinton's face.  He
would have moved his foot but Bill raised one hand and held the ankle.
He moved the foot closer and inhaled the musky scent.  He thrust the tip
of his tongue along the bare foot, eliciting a giggle from John John's
mouth.  He slathered the foot with his tongue, between the toes, tasting
John John's raunchy scent.  Soon the toes were sucked into Bill's mouth
and he sucked eagerly.
	John John bucked against Clinton with each of the president's thrusts.
He rolled his head and thrashed his torso.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh.....fffffucccckkkk meeeeeeeee."
	Bill would have spoken and audible response but his tongue was bathing
the toes still suckling in his mouth.
	"Ughhhhh......Yeahhhhhh," John John returned as Clinton thrust
harder...deeper.  Deep in John John's mind, an image of his late father
loomed over him on the desk.  He'd heard about the prowess of his father
and the rumors that his father and his late uncle Robert had been fuck
buddies.  The idea thrilled him and his hard cock leaked pre-cum.
	Clinton was impressed that the Kennedy youth was such a hot fuck.  He
dug his fingers in the youth's waist and pulled him roughly against him
as he simultaneously thrust.  The desk scraped loudly against the hard
wood floor at the motions.  John John's head shook a bit at the vibration
but his mind was filled with the feeling of his father's big dick plowing
his butt open.  The image was so hot.  "Oooooohhhhh
fuck.......I.......I'm going....to....to come."
	Clinton nodded but continued poking the tip of his tongue between John
John's toes as he held the foot in his drooling mouth.
	John John tensed.  His balls tightened. "Fuuuuuccckkkkkkkk!" Thick ropes
of jizz erupted from the bulbous head of John John's hard dick.  They
splattered across Clinton's slightly defined abs.
	Bill returned in kind seconds later.  He snorted, his mouth full of
raunchy Kennedy foot.  He thrust completely within John John's massaging
hole and held within.  His dick tensed as a heavy load flooded Kennedy's
rectal cavity.  The spoog flowed so strongly from Bill's dick that it
soon seeped from John John's gorged hole and dripped out and down his
butt cheeks.  Bill nodded in satisfaction.  John John was a pretty good
fuck.

	After soaking in the hot tub for a time, Arnold hauled his muscle body
out of the tub.  He didn't bother with a towel, walking to a hammock
strung nearby the tub.  Rivulets of water ran down, cascading his still
magnificent body.  Despite no longer competing, Arnold spent hours in the
gym daily maintaining his award winning physique.  He crawled on the
hammock and rested on his stomach.  A heavy sigh escaped his lips.
	Arnold's valet happened to be passing by the enclosed patio and stopped
dead at the sight of Arnold's large muscular butt, which seemed to be
poised provocatively up for a hot fuck.  He felt his own dick stir.  His
hand moved to the front of his pants and adjusted his hardening dick.
Christ!  He worshipped the man's body.  He had since meeting Arnold
during a lifting competition he happened to witness years ago.  Hell,
he'd given up his career just to come and work for Arnold.  Now he wished
to do what he did best, thrust his tongue between Arnold's powerful
glutes and invade Arnold's butt hole.  The former actor known as
Jan-Michael Vincent, now Arnold's personal valet moved forward.  He'd
been a muscle slave for years and Arnold was the epitome of muscle god to
him.
	As Jan-Michael approached, Arnold wiggled his butt, no doubt moving for
comfort.  Jan-Michael saw the action as further invitation.  If Arnold
was aware of his presence, he gave no indication as he sat on the hammock
beside the resting weight lifter.  He smiled secretly and gently placed
his hands on Arnold's large guns.  He moved his hands upward, palms
down,over Arnold's hard smooth body.  When his hands stopped upon
Arnold's upturned hard glutes, he sighed.  Arnold's legs spread apart a
bit more and his tight ring was slightly exposed.  Jan-Michael's eyes
zeroed in on those bottom lips.  He began to bend, anticipating the butt
kiss.  Anticipating his tongue tasting Arnold's nether region.  He was in
heaven.
	Arnold raised his butt a bit and widened his legs further.  The tight
ring was poised for the kiss.  Jan-Michael's cheeks grazed the inner
slopes of Arnold's crack and rested his lips against the puckered hole.
He kissed.  He kissed the ring and slid his tongue within pushing his
face deeper within the crack.  He tasted water, musk and......Ah!  It was
nasty!  He thrust his tongue deeper, rubbing the inner walls of Arnold's
hole, grazing the prostate.  Arnold wiggled his ass in response.  The
semi conscious Arnold reached up around and grabbed Jan-Michael's head,
pulling his face closer.
	Jan-Michael inhaled the scent, his nose grazing just above the tight
ring.  His nose tip rubbed the hard flesh.  Then Arnold farted.
Jan-MIchael held tighter, the vibration and rush of gas tickling his
tongue.  His dick was rock hard and dripping pre-cum.  He gripped
Arnold's glutes tightly and began thrusting the tip of his tongue in and
out of the hole-tongue fucking the action film star cum governor.  Cum
was the appropriate word as he reached down between his legs, releasing
his straining cock.  With a tight grip, he jerked furiously.  The
resulting tension released a stream of raining cum from the tip of his
cock.  The expelled breath from his lips at the climax, elicited a wiggle
from the prone Governor.  Even after Jan-Michael was spent, he remained
seated in the hammock, his face still buried in the crack of Arnold's
ass.  He inhaled.  This was heaven.  He was in heaven.

	In his private accommodations, the Prince of Wales sneered down upon the
prone man on the bed.  Vice President Al Gore was nude, spread eagle upon
the bed.  Arms and legs outstretched, he wiggled a bit but the confining
handcuffs insured he was there to stay.  Of course, hand cuffs or not, Al
had no intention of leaving the room.
	Wills admired Gore's hairy bubble butt with appreciation.  It was
luscious.  Luscious enough to eat.  With a cheeky grin, he climbed upon
the end of the bed and crawled up between Gore's out stretched legs.
Firmly he grasped each butt cheek in his hands and spread them.  Gore's
tight hole, lightly dusted with hair, was exposed and vulnerable to his
lips and tongue.  Wills licked his lips.  He was hungry-very hungry.  He
spread the bubbly cheeks further and glimpsed a bit of the pink flesh
within Gore's rectum.  He smiled and began to lower his head......

to be continued