Date: Wed, 20 Jul 2005 20:42:49 -0400
From: Nicholas A Ryan <nickwhatever@juno.com>
Subject: Presidential Privileges Part 8

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.

Part Eight

	In his New York City apartment, handsome physic John Gray was
experiencing a vision in his sleep.  Sleeping nude, the fit paranormal
expert ran his hands along his chest, down his stomach and grabbed his
stirring 8 inch cock.  Unconsciously, he began to jerk his meaty cock in
his sleep.......

West Point;  1857
	Thirty five year-old Ulysses Grant was seated at his desk at the
academy.  He was facing a young student, eighteen year-old George
Armstrong Custer.  Despite the best intentions, Grant's disciplinary talk
was being distracted by the pretty long blonde haired youth before him.
Despite the loose fit of his uniform Grant could make out a slim, lithe
body with burgeoning muscles.  He'd noticed Custer's buttocks swish
during drills on the field and wondered how it would feel to thrust his 9
inch cock up that arse.  Grant shifted in his seat uncomfortably as his
cock grew within the confines of his uniform.
	Grant cleared his throat.  "You seem preoccupied from the drills son."
He said sternly.  "Are you certain that military service is what you wish
for a future?"
	Custer's eyes took in the thick muscular frame of Grant.  The man was
rugged and handsome and Custer swallowed remembering the numerous wet
dreams he'd had over the commander late at night in his barracks.  Custer
swallowed, his throat dry as he imagined taking the man's sex between his
hungry eager lips.  His buttocks itched and Custer twitched on the hard
wooden seat.
	"Custer?" Grant pressed, his erection uncomfortable within his trousers.
 "Son?" he repeated.
	"Y....yes sir," Custer babbled weakly.  Custer's cock was growing in his
uniform pants.  He flushed, embarrassed for his lack of control.
	Grant eyed him speculatively.  "Are you unwell, son?"
	"I.....I..." what could Custer say.  He shook his head and his blonde
tresses cascaded his shoulders.
	Grant wanted to wrap his hands in the blonde hair and runt the lad raw.
"I believe that you are."  He shifted.  Perhaps he should end this
quickly so that he could send Custer away and jerk his straining cock
privately.
	"No sir," Custer rushed.  "I...I'm just overwhelmed by your presence."
He half conceded.
	"Indeed," Grant grumbled a bit irritably.
	"You misunderstand me sir," Custer hastily corrected,
"I......I...greatly......admire you."
	Custer's wide eyed innocence belied the truth of his words.  Grant
puffed his chest out arrogantly.
	Custer bit his lip, wishing to run his lips across the masculine chest,
perhaps licking the male nipples.  He licked his lip.  Grant noted the
response and narrowed his eyes speculatively.  He deliberately rose from
his desk and casually lowered a piece of paper low to shield his erection
from Custer's view.  He walked around the desk, seemingly in thought, but
cast a surveying glance along Custer's seated length suspiciously.  An
eyebrow rose and his head tilted a bit at the mound of Custer's sex along
his upper leg, straining against the confines of his trousers.  Grant
moved to latch the hook-lock of his office door.
	Custer could not see Grant as he was behind him.  He shifted nervously,
fearing reprimand from the commander he loved best.  He lowered a hand to
groin and unsuccessfully tried to mask his surging organ.
	Grant grinned and walked back into Custer's vision, moving between
Custer and his desk, leaning a bit against it.  Custer blinked in
confusion and surprise.  Grant had pulled his hard cock from the opening
of his trousers and it now stood firmly in the open air only inches from
his face.
	"S.....s....sir?"  Custer nearly choked.
	"You speak of admiration."  Grant said in assurance.  "I wish you to
show me you admiration."
	"S..sir?"  Custer looked from Grant's thick veiny cock to Grant's face,
then back down again.
	"You want to suck it lad," Grant said confidently.  "I know that you do.
 Am I incorrect?"
	Custer did not look away from the hard male organ.  He shook head.
"I...I..."
	Grant realized just how inexperienced the lad was.  He hadn't been on
duty long enough to experience what went on between soldiers in the
confines of encampment.  Grant pushed away from the desk and stepped
closer to Custer.  Custer remained immobile so Grant stepped again.  His
cock head grazed against Custer's lower lip.  With a grin, Grant twisted
his hips and the length of his shaft grazed from one cheek to the other
on Custer's face.  He stopped and pressed a bit against Custer's closed
lips.
	"Well....," he prompted.
	Custer glanced briefly up at his commander before allowing the tip of
his tongue to push through his lips and poke against Grant's cock head.
Custer licked deeper against the piss slit.  It flared and a drop of pre
cum glistened before Custer's tongue tip stroked it.
	Grant was impatient, though.  He reached out and gently tugged on
Custer's hair just enough so the youth's mouth would open in surprise.
The minute those lips parted Grant thrust his hips forcing the entire
length of his rod down Custer's throat.  Custer choked but Grant held his
head still until Custer snorted in breath.  Custer reached out and his
fingers dug into Grant's waist for support.  Custer snorted in again.
	Grant smiled down at him, "better?"
	Custer's gaze rose to Grant and he attempted to articulate an
affirmative response.
	"You're a good lad," Grant cajoled.  "Now suck it."
	Custer blinked and concentrated his attention on the sex within his
mouth.  He ran his tongue the length and began to suck.  The veiny organ
was spongy and smooth; hot and enflamed between his lips.
	Grant retained hold of Custer's head and began to rock a bit on his
heels, pulling a bit from Custer's mouth and then sliding home.  Custer
sucked harder as Grant pumped his sex between Custer's lips in a steady
rhythm.  Custer's hands reached around Grant and cupped his muscular
buttocks.
	"Ssssssuckkkk itttttt," Grant hissed, as Custer's loudly slurped on his
rod.  "That's itttt," Grant thrust again and again.  Spittle ran from the
seal of Custer's lips about Grant's sex.  It dripped upon Grant's leather
boots.  Grant tugged Custer's head closer.  Custer's nose rubbed the dark
wiry hairs at Grant's groin.  His cheeks were sunk as he sucked harder
and lathed the organ with his tongue.  He could feel the large vein
running the sex pulsing against his lips.  He began to mold his fingers
against the contours of Grant's buttock's muscles, kneading them roughly.
	"Mnmph," Custer snorted loudly as the head of Grant's sex touched the
back of his throat.  "Mmmmm," he purred lapping at the sex hungrily.
	"I'm close son," Grant gritted as his sex tightened and his balls
tingled.  "I....I'm going to cum," he announced thinking the youth would
pull away.  Custer gripped Grant's butt tighter.  "Christttttttttttt,"
Grant wailed as his sex exploded and floods of seed filled Custer's
mouth.
	The minute the cum touched his tongue Custer lapped and swallowed
hungrily.
	"Yeahhhhhhhhh," Grant thrust forward wanting to give the lad what he
obviously wanted.  Custer nearly choked as the flow hit the back of his
throat but he gulped as quickly as possible.  "Drinkkkkk itttttttt,"
Grant hissed as the last drops spurted from his sex.
	Custer drank the seed until it was gone and nursed the spent sex a
moment before sloppily pulling it from his lips.  Grant breathed in
deeply and patted Custer's head in approval.  Grant leaned back against
the desk and returned his sex to the confines of his trousers.
	"I see that we will have to resume this conversation tomorrow."  Grant
stated authoritatively.
	Custer blinked in confusion and licked a drop of Grant's seed from the
corner of his lips.
	"Tomorrow I want you across this desk bare butt naked." He instructed.
"Tomorrow your buttock's takes this rod," he patted his groin.  "You're
really going to learn to ride."  Grant grinned and Custer smiled broadly.

	Custer nodded, "tomorrow afternoon, sir, I learn to ride."

	John Gray squirmed beneath the sheets, his cock hard.  He thrashed and
sighed as his cock spurted and the cum began to soak his sheets.  He
sighed again and smiled in his sleep, turning on his side oblivious to
his jizz soaked sheets.

to be continued.....