Yes, Mr. President

Author's Note(s): I wanted to take a moment to thank everyone who was been following along with this story. I put a lot of work into it, so it's nice to know that people are engaging with the final product. This chapter marks the shift into the back half of the series. Things are going to be getting much kinkier, and the dom/sub theme will become more prominent. Remember, I did try to let readers know what the story would entail from the start.

That following Saturday, Tessa went out the brunch with a friend. Things had been getting more tense between us. We'd gone from being incredibly connected with one another to struggling to communicate basic feelings. I'd actually felt relieved when she'd told me, at the last minute, that she wouldn't be home for three hours.

As was becoming more common, I'd been thinking about the President all morning. I'd wondered what he was doing while Tessa and I had both used the cramped bathroom - her putting on makeup and me brushing my teeth. I'd thought about hopping in the shower, but I couldn't let her see my bruised backside.

When Tessa left, I rushed to the bathroom and put the red panties back on. I still hadn't learned to enjoy wearing them, but they made me feel closer to the President. They helped me relive what we'd done together.

I grew harder and harder as I traipsed around the apartment in nothing but the red thong. Eventually, I decided that I needed to jerk off. I climbed in bed and positioned my laptop on a pillow next to me.

I started to pull up a porn clip that had always been my favorite - two lesbian coeds going to town on one another - but then I realized that I wanted something else.President Kelley shirtless, I typed in, trying to find few pictures of him at the beach from before he'd been elected. I started rubbing my hardening cock through the silky fabric covering it.

President Kelley naked, I typed in next, but then a wave of regret hit me. I'd been slowly accepting my unique attraction to him; however, seeing the words on the screen in front of me made the pendulum swing in the other direction. I closed the web browser and pulled up the lesbian porn I'd initially thought about watching.

I pushed down the thong and gripped my cock.This is good, I told myself.You love this one.I fast forwarded to my favorite part, where one of the girls eats the other one out, and started stroking.

In less than a minute, I felt my dick deflating in my hand.Maybe it's just dry?I spit on my palm and slathered it up. It still felt like I was pulling rope, though. Out of the blue, I recalled the sensation of the President's lips wrapped around my shaft, and then I pictured him staring down at me while I knelt on the bathroom floor.

Porn stars who look like President Kelley, I typed into the newly re-opened browser search bar. It only took a few moments to discover that there was a guy named Rock Jackson who many people thought looked like the President. I typed his name into the search bar and clicked on the first video in the results.

Rock Jackson wasn't the President's twin, but he could pass for a brother. He was the same age and height, but he was more muscular than the President. He had the same sexy silver hair, though.

My dick started to firm up again as the actor stepped out of the shower naked. He dried himself off with a towel while the camera panned his well-built body. He wrapped his towel around his waist and walked down a hallway.

He stopped at a door and knocked on it, but there was no answer. He slowly opened it to reveal a thin, hairless guy who was probably my age sleeping naked on a twin-sized bed with his ass exposed.Wait,I thought to myself.This is gay porn?

The camera cut back to Rock. My cock started throbbing in my hand. I realized that he looked more like the President than I'd first given him credit for. I felt compelled to watch him. I needed to see the President fucking - someone, anyone.

I gave in. I jerked myself and played with my balls while I watched the fake President wake the boy by rimmning his ass. I got harder when the boy started sucking the actor's thick cock. By the time the lookalike was hammering away at the boy's tight hole, I'd lost both the desire and ability to hold myself back.

At the exact moment the actor bellowed and filled the boy with his cream, I sprayed my load all over my chest. I panted as I tried to catch my breath. It felt wonderful.

I just watched gay porn, I thought to myself.For the first time in my life, I watched a man fuck another man. It... it wasn't so bad.

The rest of the weekend passed uneventfully. By the time Monday rolled around, I was eager to go to the office. It meant that there was a chance he might reach out, and I got some distance from Tessa without needing an excuse.

Within an hour of my arrival, I received a text.

[Oval Office, 2 p.m.]

That was all it included. I felt a sense of accomplishment that he hadn't even waited a week to reach out to me again. I started grinning like an idiot.

Things played out much the same way as they had during my previous visit. I took a taxi to the White House, and Tommy escorted me to the Oval Office. I was so excited about seeing the President again that I didn't even notice if Tommy acted any different towards me. I told myself that I really didn't care.

Tommy ushered me into the room and abruptly left. I was surprised to find that I was alone. I don't know why I'd expected the President to be waiting for me, but I had. It was all moot a few moments later. The President entered though glass door leading to the Rose Garden. I immediately started beaming; my dimples were on full display.

"If it isn't my favorite piece of ass," the President said as he walked across the room towards me. "You wearing the thong, like I asked you to?"

"Yes, Mr. President."

"Good boy." He cupped his hand around my right cheek. It ached a little as he squeezed it. It made me feel good, though. "Take off your clothes. From now on, I want you in just your pretty little thong when you're alone in this office with me. Take it all off - socks too, this time."

I stripped naked while he gawked at me. I wasn't trying to be sexy, but the way he was watching made it feel like a private strip show. I knew he was getting off on it.

Once I'd disrobed, I stacked all of my clothing on one of the love seats in the middle of the room. I still had enough presence of mind to think about returning to the office in a wrinkled suit.

The President lowered himself into the chair behind the Resolute desk. I stood on the other side, waiting for him to tell me what to do. I could already feel my dick beginning to tingle with excitement.

"Come sit that tight ass down right here," the President said, slapping the corner of his desk.

I traipsed over and perched myself on the spot he'd requested. I angled my body so that it was facing him as he leaned back in his chair. Luckily, I was so tall that my feet were still planted on the ground. I would have felt silly with them dangling in the air.

"You know, Tru, there are lots of different ways to take measure of a president. Mostly, people think about what they accomplished while they were in office. Lincoln freed the slaves. FDR created the New Deal. Hell... even Nixon opened China.

"There are, however,otherways. Jimmy Carter is known by all as a compassionate, Christ-fearing man who went on to build houses for the poor. Taft probably had the best second act to the presidency. Chief Justice of the Supreme Court isn't a bad job, is it?"

I nodded at him. He was clearly passionate about what he was saying; I felt it vicariously. His vibrant blue eyes were shinning. They widened when he wanted to add an exclamation point to certain words.

"Who's your favorite president, Tru? Who measures up the most in your book?"

You, I thought about saying. He knew I was a Republican, though. It would have rung hollow, even if I was only referring to our developing relationship.

"I don't know."

"I'm not sure where I'll land in the history books," the President said, ignoring my response, "but I know there's one category where I have the forty-five men before me beat. LBJ was probably the only one who could give me a run for my money."

The President let out a small chuckle. I wondered what he was talking about. The only thing I knew about President Johnson was that he'd signed the Voting Rights Act into law. We'd learned in school that it had been crucial in protecting Black voters from being disenfranchised.

"We're a lot alike in some ways. LBJ knew he was at the top of the heap back in his day. Shoot, he wasn't afraid to showeveryonethat he was. You know what he called himself?"

"No."

"Jumbo!" he exclaimed with a hearty laugh. "The fucker was so proud of his cock that he nicknamed it Jumbo!"

His cock?I felt my cheeks getting warm as I finally realized what the President was talking about.

"The big difference between me and LBJ - aside from me being bigger - is that I don'tneedto wave mine around. He'd show it to every Tom, Dick, and Harry passing through the West Wing. I only let a few select people see mine... and you're about to join that club."

My heart skipped a beat as the President began to fiddle with his belt buckle. My cock immediately filled with blood; it was rock hard before he'd even undone the button on his pants.

I'd never seen his dick. I'd felt it wedged between my ass cheeks, and I'd imagined what it looked like more times in the past few days than I cared to admit, but I hadn't gotten a glimpse of it. He'd had me blindfolded when he'd unloaded on my face.

The President stood up from his chair; he yanked down his zipper. He paused and looked me dead in the eye. I bit my lower lip in anticipation. He pushed his pants and underwear down so that they fell to the floor around his ankles.

Holy fuck!I screamed inside.Holy fucking shit!He was bigger than the porn star that looked like him. His dick was thicker than my wrist, and it hung down to the middle of his thighs. It wasn't even remotely hard and it had to be six inches long.

The President smirked. He was clearly enjoying watching so many emotions speed across my face - shock, confusion, giddiness, desire. He'd undoubtedly seen the same reaction many times over the course of his life.

"Do you think I have LBJ beat?" he asked playfully. "Is Jumbo the new Junior?"

"Definitely."

The President settled back into his seat. His massive cock splayed across his right thigh. I could see a couple bulging veins running its length. They'd been what I'd felt rubbing against my ass cheeks in the bathroom.

"How big do you think it is hard?" he asked.

I wasn't sure. I'd never seen one that huge. It was already bigger soft than I was erect. Something about that turned me on in a way I couldn't describe. I reminded myself that six inches was average as I tried to come up with a guess.

"Nine... nine inches?"

"Final guess?" the President asked.

"Yes."

"Let's make a deal: if you're correct, you get a prize, but if you're wrong, I do. I'll even give you a one-inch buffer on either side. Anything between eight and ten inches means you're a winner."

I was only half listening. I'd become completely mesmerized with his cock. I couldn't even imagine what it must feel like to have something so big between my legs. My cock could barely fill one of my hands when I jerked off. I just nodded at him.

"We have a deal then," he said playfully.

I sat on my perch gawking at him. My cock was tingling just from looking at him. I couldn't wait for him to tease his monster to life. I found myself feeling inexplicably desperate to know if I'd been right.

"It's not going to get itself hard, Tru. Get down on your knees and start stroking."

I lowered myself to my knees in front of him. He spread his hairy thighs wide to allow me access. His cock tumbled down between them; it draped over his formidable balls. They were roughly the size of two ripe plums that had just been plucked from the tree.

I was still struggling to accept the reality of the moment.That's the President's massive dick right in front of my face. He wants me to get him hard. This can't be happening. Just do what you do to yourself; it's not that different.I knew I was lying to myself. Even though I was six-foot-five, he still dwarfed me down there.

I reached out and slowly wrapped my hand around his soft dick. It was big enough that I couldn't secure my grasp; my fingers would have needed to be a few inches longer. The sheer size of him sent a wave of heat through my body.

I began to massage him with my fingers. My digits explored the contours of his bulging veins. I lifted his dick from where it was hanging; I wanted to feel its weight. Unlike mine, it had an extraordinary heft to it.

I started to slowly stroke. I glanced at the President; he was monitoring my progress. The slight smile on his lips let me know he was happy with what I'd been doing.

His cock began to firm up in my hand. It was exhilarating; I felt butterflies take flight in my stomach. I ogled his fat rod as it slid in and out of my grasp. Seeing the transformation as it grew in size blew my mind. Within a minute, my hand was only able to cover half the length of his shaft. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I'd always heard that guys who were show-ers tended to not grow very much. That wasn't the case with the President. He was a show-er and a grower.

"Two hands, Tru," the President said. "You need to give it a little more love before it's reached its limit."

I let go of it for a moment. It jutted up from between his legs at a forty-five-degree angle. I was convinced that if I'd pushed it flat against his stomach, it would have reached his shirt-covered pecs. It was that massive.

I got back on the horse (cock). I stacked one hand atop the other, with the bottom one resting on his balls. I gasped at what I saw. Even with my large mitts reining him in, he was too big to be contained. His cock head was still completely exposed, sticking out of the very top of my grasping paws.

"You like that, don't you? I can see your little clit twitching in your panties."

I glanced down. He was right. My hard cock was in its ready-for-action position; the head pushed put from the top of the waistband. As I paid attention to it, I better noticed the throbbing sensation building inside of it.

"Must be nice to finally get to play with a real cock, huh? Not that rinky-dink thing you got between your legs."

I knew it should have hit me hard, especially since he'd complimented my dick by comparing it the ones seen in classical sculptures, but it didn't. Something about hearing him tease me just made me more excited. Having always been the muscular, quarterback-prom king hyphenate guy, nobody had ever had the balls to speak with me that way.

"Yes, Mr. President."

I slid my hands up and down. I watched with amazement as his cock head disappeared in the tunnel I'd created; then, I pushed my hands in the other direction until the bottom one collided with his over-filled balls. It was hypnotic; I could have been doing it from anywhere between five seconds and five minutes. I got lost in the sensation - the feeling of his anaconda pulsing against my palms and the sparking energy in my own lesser-sized model.

The entire time I'd been stroking him, the President had remained largely unfazed. He'd smiled a bit and appeared to be enjoying watching me, but it almost felt like I was getting more turned on than him. It was a fucked-up thing to admit. A straight-ish guy was getting more amped up jerking a dick than the man it belonged to was. It was just another new piece of information about myself that I knew I'd struggle to make sense of.

"That'll do it," the President announced playfully, nodding at his cock.

My hands were wrapped around the shaft while his head poked out. I halted my movement but kept him gripped tightly. We both watched as a small pearl of pre-cum slipped from the President's slit and balanced on its tip. Just seeing it made my tastebuds light up with the memory of his salty-sweet flavor.

I caught myself in the middle of licking my lips. The President caught me, too.

He reached down and scooped up the droplet, so that it was clinging to his large thumb. He pushed it towards me like it was an offering. He didn't say anything; neither did I. I leaned forward and licked it from his finger. It tasted even better than I'd remembered.

"Good boy," the President said, tousling my blond locks. "Can you let go now? It's time to see who won the big prize."

I released him from my eager hands. I couldn't help but gawk at his dick. It truly was the biggest one I'd ever seen in real life. I should have envied him, but I didn't. I was just happy to have gotten to play with it. I'd gotten to touch the biggest cock to have ever belonged to a President. Even if LBJ had been packing, I knew he couldn't have topped what was in front of me.

I remained on my knees. I was a worshiper at the altar of his cock. The President reached inside of a drawer and pulled out an old-fashioned ruler. Even though I couldn't see the front side, I knew it was going to have the presidential seal slapped on it.

The President carefully positioned the wooden ruler at the root of his dick, but he kept the side with the numbered markings facing him. His signature half-cocked smile appeared as he took in the sight. I could tell that it was going to be close; the girth of his fat cock dwarfed the ruler's, but the length didn't quite reach to the top.

He pressed the ruler and his cock down. I could see the markings, but I couldn't quite read them at first. His dick was waving around just a little as he tried to corral it into place.

"What's it say?" he asked.

He steadied his hold so that both the ruler and his dick were secured in place. I leaned forward. My eyes bulged out of my head as I read the number.

"Ten and a half inches," I said, half-shocked, half-aroused.

"Looks like we have a winner. I have a feeling we both won, though."

I blushed at the implication. My prize had been getting to play with his massive dick. It had been feeling arealcock for the first time.What's his prize? Me getting him hard? Maybe his prize is just having a dick the size of a Louisville slugger?

RING-RING! RING-RING!

It was the phone on his desk. It made me nearly jump out of me skin, but the President seemed unperturbed. He tossed the ruler back into the drawer and then pressed a button on the phone.

"Mr. President,"Peggy's voice said over the speakerphone,"I know you said not to interrupt... but did you forget to check your updated schedule again?"

The President furrowed his brow as he tried to think. Suddenly, his eyes went wide and he shook his head in disbelief. "Fuck!" he said.

"I have Mr. Sokolov waiting on the line."

"Okay. Okay, Peggy. I just need... just give me ten seconds and then patch him through. That's all I need - ten seconds."

The President quickly pressed another button on the phone. Even though nobody was speaking, I could still hear the crackle of static coming through the speakerphone.

"You made a bet and you lost," the President said, staring right into my green eyes. "Now you're going to suck my cock while I talk to the President of Russia."

What?! Did he justactuallysay what I think he said?To say I was shocked would have been an understatement. My head felt like it was suddenly spinning. "But... but... I don't know how to. I've never done anything like that before."