Date: Sun, 23 Oct 2005 23:41:30 -0500 From: Nicholas A Ryan Subject: Presidential Privileges Part Nine Author's Note: All apologies to those who have been waiting for additional chapters. Weeks ago I experienced a severe virus infection and computer crash and lost nearly all of my documents. I have had to rewrite all chapters not yet added to the site; a daunting task. I hope the rewrites live up to the previous published chapters. I would be eager to hear from all who wrote previously. I fear that I have lost many e-mails as well as documents. Thank you for the support and patience. DISCLAIMER: The writer in no way questions the actual sexuality of the actors/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 actors and/or movies that may be mentioned. All persons and films are a copy write and/or are the property of the people and films themselves. The author in no way holds or maintains any rights to films and actors. Part Nine Washington, DC: George W. led Rev Joel Osteen into his private meeting room. He scrutinized his guest. George W. admired the way the tele-evangelist's suite fit his tight lean muscular build. Youthful and charming, Osteen was an attractive man and the President's cock began to stir in the confines of his slacks. "I'm glad you could make this meeting, Rev. Osteen," the President began. Joel Osteen smiled, admiring the President's fine physique. He took pride in his appearance and was pleased that the President did the same. "It was my pleasure, Mr. President." "Please," George W, indicated a seat facing his desk, "have a seat." Osteen took the seat and Bush took his own seat behind the desk. He pushed his chair in and outstretched his legs. His feet nearly touched Osteen's. "I'm sure that you're wondering why I called you here today." Osteen nodded. "It isn't everyday that I'm requested at a meeting with the President of the United States." Bush nodded and his foot grazed Osteen's. "I've been following you ministry. You have a very successful pulpit that reaches a broad demographic group. I like that." Osteen smiled and accidentally moved his foot so that it rubbed the President's. "I'm very pleased with my ministry." He conceded. "I believe that we can help one another," Bush hedged, slipping his foot from the shoe near Osteen's foot. "Hmmm," Osteen trembled as the President's bare foot moved along his foot and rubbed against his ankle and the cuff of his pants. "I'm eager to start a family values department and I'd like to you....." Bush's stockinged foot moved up Osteen's leg. "I'd like you to head up the department." Osteen scooted his chair closer and Bush's foot ran further up his leg. "I'd be....Ooooooo," Bush's foot reached Osteen's crotch and rubbed along his hardening cock. "I'd be honored, Mr. President." He sighed as the sole of the President's foot pressed against his hard-on. "Family values are very important." "There's just one thing," Bush smiled. Osteen reached down between his legs and pressed the President's foot against his cock, massaging the muscular foot. "In order to espouse traditional family values, I feel that the individual in this position should be aware of all forms of deviant behavior." Osteen smiled. His cock was leaking precum. "I understand many of these deviant behaviors. It is essential for my ministry." He abruptly stood. Bush noted the damp spot at Osteen's groin and watched the minister walk around the desk. Osteen stood over the President a moment, pushing the man's chair out and back from the desk. The President sat back in his chair and threw his muscular legs forward. Osteen moved between them and lowered to his knees. Bush was pleased as Osteen lifted his hands to Bush's belt buckle and easily undid his pants. Bush's boner was hauled from the expensive slacks and gripped at the base by Osteen's warm hands. Osteen lowered his head and opened his mouth. His lips wrapped tightly around the President's bulbous head. The usually pious tongue snaked down along the length as Osteen took the Presidential cock to the hilt. Bush grabbed the minister's gelled coifed head and pulled him closer on his cock. "Suck it," he instructed. "Mnmph," Osteen snorted as his nose rubbed the Presidential pubes and he lathered the pulsing shaft held tightly between his lips with spittle. Bush bucked his hips upward and Osteen snorted again as he fought not to choke. "Yeahhhhhh," Bush cheered, "that's it." Osteen constricted his throat muscles and sucked harder. In the press room, Stone Phillips, Anderson Cooper and Jorge Ramos were waiting patiently for the press conference to begin. The men were silent, looking awkwardly around. Jorge Ramos was throwing a boner. He couldn't believe that he was lucky enough to be with Stone Phillips and Anderson Cooper. Both were such sexy studs. He shifted uncomfortably as his hard cock strained in his slacks. He'd always topped in the past, fucking the likes of Ricky Martin and Louis Miguel raw. But now he couldn't think of anything except getting drilled by either of the two studs at his side. Anderson Cooper was throwing a boner as well. He hadn't had a good lay in weeks and he swore that he had blue balls. He needed to get off soon. This was one of the times that his job definitely interfered with his pleasures. He was just cursing to himself when he noted the way Jorge was squirming in his seat. He smiled. "It certainly has been a long wait." Cooper commented. Ramos looked at him irritably. "Uh huh." "It does seem strange that we're the only journalists here." Phillips commented. Cooper looked at his wrist watch. "We've been here an hour. It might be even longer." "Uh huh," Ramos replied just as irritably. He rearranged his boner within his pants. "I can think of something that would make the time pass quickly." Cooper commented. "Yeah?" Ramos snapped. Phillips was about to ask what Cooper was talking about when he noted the way Ramos was squirming and how his slacks were tented. Phillips felt sympathy for the guy. It was awkward to throw a boner in a professional situation. Fortunately Phillips never had that problem. "It looks as if you have a problem there." Cooper indicated Ramos' crotch with his burning gaze. Ramos thought that Cooper was bull shitting with him while Phillips tensed in surprise. Cooper pressed, "need a hand?" Ramos colored and looked to Phillips. However before he could reply, Cooper moved to a chair next to Ramos. "Here," Cooper reached to Ramos' belt buckle. "Let me." Ramos froze while Phillips' jaw nearly fell open as Cooper undid Ramos belt and fly and hauled out Ramos' ten inch uncut cock. Ramos gulped as Cooper massaged it in his palm and proceeded to stroke it gently. "Hey," Ramos offered awkwardly, "do I look like a fag or something?" Cooper smiled, the warmth of Ramos' shaft eliciting his own boner. "Just a dude in need." He used his free hand to pull his own 11 inch cock from his trousers. "Guys," Phillips stuttered, "this really isn't professional." Ramos and Cooper ignored him. Ramos leaned back in his chair and bit his lower lip as Cooper continued to stroke his pulsing shaft. "There are better places," but Phillips stopped short as his own dick hardened. "Hell!" Phillips stood and walked to the chair opposite Ramos. He hauled out his own 9 1/2 inch cock before taking the seat. Ramos reached over and gripped Phillips' shaft at the base. "Nice," he murmured as he began to stroke the shaft. "Not bad yourself." Phillips concurred as he touched Cooper's hand and gripped Ramos' cock as well. "What about me?" Cooper complained in good nature. In response, Ramos took his other hand and grasped Cooper's shaft. "Yeahhhhh," Cooper sighed. "Now that's more like it." And he moved his head to Ramos and kissed the Latin broadcasting stud. "Mmmmm," he thrust his tongue into Ramos mouth and the two studs french kissed deeply. Phillips ran his hand down Ramos' shaft and touched a drop of pre-cum oozing from the piss slit. Phillips lifted the finger to his lips and licked the man juice. "Mmmmmm," he murmured as he bent over and licked Ramos' cock head with his tongue. Cooper and Ramos continued to kiss as Phillips lifted from Ramos' cock and moved his mouth to Cooper's. "Mnmph," Phillips engulfed the cock head. Cooper gripped Phillips' head and guided him as he engulfed Cooper's entire shaft. Simultaneously he used the hand still upon Ramos' shaft to increase the tempo of his strokes. Ramos snaked the hand on Phillips' cock around to his butt and slipped his hand beneath the back of his loosened slacks. "Mnmph," Phillips bucked as Ramos inserted a finger up Phillips tight hole. Phillips rubbed his butt against the hand as another finger was inserted. He snorted loudly around Cooper's shaft as Ramos' fingers stroked his prostate. The three men squirmed upon the seats. All were so close. Their balls were boiling. George W gripped Osteen's head tightly and bucked his hips. The tele-evangelist sucked loudly, rivulets of spittle hanging from the sides of his mouth like a spider web. He snorted and gulped. George W tensed. "Ahhhhh shitttttttt," George W lifted his hips and thrust his cock deeper down Osteen's throat as his piss slit was forced open and a rush of Presidential seed splattered the back of Osteen's throat. Osteen gulped and gulped but the spoog spilled from his mouth and ran down his chin. Bush pumped and pumped. Osteen gulped and choked. "Yeahhhhhhhh," Bush held the TV evangelist firm until the stream of cum died down to a trickle. Osteen hiccuped and he snorted again. However he tried to drink all of the spoog down. Bush's body relaxed and he expelled a sigh. "Nice," he commended. "Nmph," Osteen continued to lap and suck Bush's cock clean. "However there are a few more obscenities we need to cover." Bush chided with a grin. to be continued.....