The Curiosu Adventure of Mr. Ron Paul
It was late night at the white house, and the sun had already set. Ron Paul looked out at the lawn, and he waited.
He waited and waited, He waited until all the guards had gone away and he made his approach.
Ron Paul was a very attractive man, and he knew he spoke the truth. Unlike all the liars around him he was dedicated to the truth, no matter how bad it hurts. All of a sudden he was at the main door. He knocked and Obama opened the door.
“Hello Ron Paul” Obama said.
“Hello Obama” Ron Paul said.
Tears came to Obama’s eyes as he embraced his former mentor. “How have you been, my old master?” Obama exclaimed in a whisperous voice, so as not to wake up Michelle who was sleeping with the kids in a 1bedroom apartment next door.
Ron Paul smiled as he opened his mouth in joy. “I see you have been keeping up your training Mr. President” Ron Paul said as he admired Obama’s rock hard bulging biceps and sleak silken gray hair.
“You aren’t so bad yourself, old timer” Obama said half-jokingly. OF course, Ron Paul already knew this as he had already won many several thousands of beauty contests in the weeks preceeding the visit. But, it was nice to hear it nonetheless. Ron Paul blushed with embarassment as the blood rushed to his face, turning it red. But this was not the only place blood had rushed too.
“Why don’t you come inside” said Obama, winking suggestively at Ron Paul. Ron Paul returned the wink and stepped inside quietly, closing the door behind him, and quietly removing his shoes, in respect for Obama’s Japanese heritage. The two men traveled into the white hous’es many layers, and came into the basketball court?
“Up for a game, old friend said Obama? “ANy place any time” laughed Ron Paul, with a large grin on his face.
Soon they were basketball, and both of them begin getting sweety.
Ron Paul said “It’s getting hot, you don’t mind if I take off my suit, do you? We can play shirts versus skins?”
Obama replied “No I don’t mind at all” in a cool voice, but he couldn’t conceal his large grin as Ron Paul removed his suitjacket and began to unbotton his shirt.
By now Ron Paul had completely removed his whole top, and Obama look at him a minute in awe. Ron Paul had a rippling six pack and many muscles obtained from a life of hard work. Suddenly Ron Paul made the shot! Obama shook his head “I’ve got to get my head in the game” he told himself.
Soon the game was tied exactly even with 30 seconds left on the clock. The tension was so thick in the room it could be cut with a aknife.
Half jokingly Ron Paul said “Hey, what would you do If i made this DUNK?” Obama replied also half jokingly “Ron Paul, if you made that shot I would suck your cock! Haha!” Ron Paul just smiled mysteriously. Suddenly Obama’s face turned into one of shock, and of awe. Ron Paul soared through the air like an eagle of freedom, and made the DUNK right as the buzzer went off.
A sudden hush fell over the court.
“Well” Obama said in a quiet voice “A deal’s a deal I guesss”
Ron Paul just smiled as he began to unbotton his pants. One botton, two botton, three bottom, four. The pants fell down to the floor.
Obama whistled appreciatively. Ron Paul’s cock must have been at least 13 inches.
“Damn I never seen a white boy packing like that!” Obama said involuntarily! Ron Paul just smilied bashfully, even though he certainly had nothing to be ashamed of.
Obama grasped his thick turgid cock in one hand, and began to stroke it vigorously. Thn he took his mouth and rubbed it all over Ron Paul’s large penis, slobbering appreciatively, like a horny schoolgirl. He then proceeding to open his mouth wider, and took the entire shaft into his throat. Ron Paul grinned knowingly.
OBama proceding to bob up and and down on Mr. Ron Paul’s cock, until Ron Paul began to thrust his hips in time with Obama’s sucking. Suddenly it was time! Ron Paul came long and hard into OBama’s ready and willing hot mouth. OBama tried to take the entire load, but Ron Paul was so virile that it was too much for him to handle, and a trail of cum dripped Obama’s chin and onto his presidential attire.
All of a sudden, Ron Paul got a manic look in his eyes, and proceeded to rip off all of Obama’s clothes, with one arm, as the other arm began to massage Obama’s massive pectorals and ass.
“It’s not fair that I’m getting all the pleasure here” Ron Paul said. “After all, don’t ask if the president can do you, but rather if you can do the president!”
O’Bama grinned toothily, as Ron Paul proceeded to spread his asscheeks.
bama started to thrust but Ron Paul said “NO relax, let me do all the work.” And he proceeded to do so.
Ron Paul rode on the Presidential Penis, and OBama was amazed, and awash in pleasure. Ron Paul had a special talent with his ass, something he could do since he was a little boy. He was able to control every single anal muscle independently and voluntarily!
Obama grunted in pleasure “Ron Paul, it’s like you are jerking me off with your ass!”
“That’s exactly what I’m doing” Ron Paul said lustily.
Soon enough it was OBama’s time to erupt, and erupt he did, like a half-African, half-Japanese volcano!
Ron Paul moaned in pleasure, as he sucked all Obama’s cum into his ass, taking the entire hot sticky load!
Suddenly, the two men heard a noise on the steps, and they quickly got dressed, not a moment too soon! It was Michelle!!!
She looked at the two men quizzically “Oh Hi, Ron Paul” she said.
She turned to her husband and asked him “Obama, what were you two doing at this hour?”
“Err… Just talking some campaign strategy, dear. I think I’ve found my mate… Errr… running mate that is” Obama retorted, sharing a meaningful look with Ron Paul at the slipup. Ron Paul just smiled, eyes twinkling.
2012 was looking to be a very fine year, he thought….
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