It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness. It was the craziest of times in the craziest country on the planet.
Ma says everything is turned upside down, back to front and inside out. But heck, I got a good job, well paid too, I still don’t know why I was picked from the school swim team, maybe it’s my unusual height, at 6’7” every one said I should be playing Basketball not swimming, that is until they see me tear up the pool leaving the so called elite swimmers in my wake.
I like to think I got selected for my physique, my 6’7” frame has some additional attributes, you might say. Pa reckoned my nuts was as big as his prize bulls and my appendage like his favourite horse. I won’t bore ya all with the data but heck I’ve sure filled out at College. All that food and opportunity to exercise my dick. No more hiding behind bales in the barn, no sir. Me and my roomie Ted, find ways to exercise you wouldn’t imagine.
Anyway, back to my being chosen. I’m on a lounger, my Speedo’s folded down, poolside, enjoying the sun. Coach gives me ‘sun time’ he calls it or is that ‘son time’? I’m never sure which it is. He just says his prize asset does better if he’s tan. All the guys have gone to class, myself, well Coach arranged a free for me straight after practice and the Florida sun sure feels nice on my body, especially after Coach gives me a massage as he rubs sunblock into me, waking up my dick somewhat, but it calms down and dozes like me in the sun as Coach watches over me.
So, one day I’m laying their, sunning myself and my light is blocked by a guy as big as me but wearing a black suit, white shirt and black tie. Heck my mind raced through what I’d done recent, me and Ted did have a session in the bushes off the running track, him grunting as I took him as runners pounded by, but I’m pretty sure we weren’t spotted?
‘Son, said coach, this here is Colonel Roger Start’.
‘Apologies for my appearance Sir’, I said as I got off the lounger and stood next to him. It’s not often I’m not looking down, but we stared eye to eye.
‘That’s fine son, your Coach said to come right after practice. I watched you from the bleachers as you tore the pool up, that’s some pace you’ve got’.
Anyways he offers me a job, to start right after the finals and my graduation in the Secret Service and that’s why I’m on President Grumps balcony at Mar a Lago.
I do nights, the ‘old man’ we call him, sleeps with the balcony doors wide open. I see him sometimes, a reflection in the glass, or by the light of his iPad.
Folks say he’s doing well. His guys are rebuilding Grump Gaza, he’s got Disney doing a theme park and Musk building a launch site and Space X World his own golf courses and hotels, right on the border, an economic and leisure hinterland he calls it between Israel and Gaza plus 16 miles of beachfront hotels.
The workers are all Palestinians who will live and build the hotels, the theme parks and their villages, tending small farms between the coast and the park, then be employed servicing the residents.
He’s sorting out Putin too but I knows something is bothering him. His term finishes in January and he wants a legacy.
I’ve seen him pacing about, up all night worried. I heard him on a call, some evangelical woman who prays for him, heck it seems to be working, he’s booted Putin out of Ukraine for a deal on minerals or something. He’s lost weight too, he must’ve lost 3 stones. Anyways I hear him say,
‘Yes ma’am, I agree, Gods seed should not be wasted and yes, it’s a curse on the young. Let me think about your ideas’,
The old man makes a few calls and watches a YouTube about falling birth rates in the western world and he’s on speaker to some guy who says,
‘Yes Mr President, we can detect ejaculate, just like we can detect blood, you know with a spray and a UV light, like the guys do on CSI. We can even detect sperm per household with a 100 buck a time remote sensor in the drain water, or city wide in the sewers.
Next day I’m relaxing by the staff pool in Mar a lago when my ‘day guy’ walks up to me. We high five. He looks about him to check we are alone and says,
‘The old man’s only gone and banned jerking off’, ‘as off in 1 hours time busting your nut is gonna be a federal crime!’.
‘Come on dude we better get on it right now’.
He pulls me off the lounger and we run to the locker room. It’s packed out, there’s a lot of guys in for a Monday!
We strip and try to find a curtained shower but they’re all taken. Bending down and peering along the line I see 4 legs in them all, some have 6 legs.
‘Any room guys?’, I call out.
A curtain pulls back a little and a face smiles at us, It’s Rob. He’s a computer security geek, glasses, thin, underdeveloped all over, he’s with his nerdy pal, Joey.
‘Sure Nate, for you and Ted any day, Lord Thankyou for this day’, says Rob, ‘for blessing me and Joey with these two guys, the prime and pride of US virility, here to take my last legal nut’,
A guy in the stall adjacent laughs and then his pal says ‘make it last honey, we got 48 minutes to go yet’,
Joeys got a huge dong on him, uncut too on account of his accent, he sounds like someone offa an old black and white film. Apparently he’s ’top notch at his game’ whatever that is, it certainly ain’t no NCAA affiliated sport, he went to Cambridge or someplace, Ivy League.
Ted says he’s always catching Ruskies getting through our firewall, heck why don’t they just brick it up?’.
The nerds are on their knees, worshipping their studs. Not doing a bad job of it either, pretty darn good. Joey is pushing all my buttons.
I spect it’s because I’m uncut too, Pappy forbid the doc to cut me, says he’d take his chance with infections by keeping me spotless in that department, his twice daily cleaning routine got sorta embarrassing for us both when I was 12, but he says that twice daily protein burst we shared is what’s made me the 6’7” hunk o’meat I am today.
‘Keep it nice and slow, Joey’ I said as the boy got a little over enthusiastic, we’ve plenty of time but barely enough space in here boy’.
‘Hey guys’ I shout. ‘Why don’t we take this out to the communal showers, share our last legal nut together, whaddya say? Supposing we keep it under wraps, what happens in the shower, stays in the shower’.
‘I’m in’, says a voice’, ‘not yet honey’ says a voice, we all laugh.
‘Heck if we are quick we might recover for another legal shot in the next 38 minutes and 27 seconds’.
The curtains are pulled back. I start the communal showers and we’re a sea of bodies all sharing. A game of grab ass ensues, everyone going for their dream partner, not necessarily the ones they was with behind the curtain. Opportunity, they say, is the mother of invention.
I see Colonel Roger Smart heading my way, naked, his dick swinging as he pushes guys out of the way as he enters the melee of bodies.
‘Hey, hope you’re settling in and sorry about you working nights but it’s good to see you getting on so well with your daylight operative and er discussing security breaches with these two er?’
They spit us out, ‘Nerds, Sir, we’re just two nerds’,
‘Goddam right, so how long we got?
The big guy looks at his watch, ‘32 minutes and 12 seconds, Sir’,
‘Well men, stand at ease’, ‘I’ll keep it short, but you know the service will expel anyone with a record, how long son?’,
‘32 minutes, dead, Sir’,
‘Well I suggest you all follow my command’,
A cheer went up. At that he knelt, elbowing the nerds out of the way as he looked up at me and winked as his mouth opened and he snapped his lips tight around my cock.
He’s good, very good.
‘Where did you learn that technique, West Point?’,
He pulls off and laughs,
‘Yeah, how the fuck did you know that?’,
‘Lucky guess maybe, or maybe the way you walk’,
He laughed and went back to work.
Joeys the one with the smart watch. He counts us down.
5, 4, 3, 2, 1 shoot. A mass of sperm flew and was sucked, licked up or just splatted onto the shower floor.
We all danced around, naked, boned, wet, sticky.
We showered away. A cop with a truncheon came into the showers, he pulled back all of the curtains,
‘I’ve had reports of illegal masturbation and seed shedding in this building’,
‘Search me?’ Says Joey, the place laughs as one in uproar.
‘Maybe next time sir’ says Joey,
The cop leaves. Humiliated.
The law stuck, a few prominent artists were charged with seed shedding, but the biggest bonus was a boost in cocksucking. Swallowing a load left no residuals to be scanned or sprayed or CSI’d.
Every kid, straight or not learned under President Grump to suck cock and swallow that load.
That’s his legacy.
It’s said that the protein hit was worth about 1% of US GDP boost.
President Donald Grump sure left a legacy.
