Jimmy was beginning to regret coming here.
He’d known that it was a bad idea to do this, but he’d gone and done it anyways. He’d let his judgement slip, he’d let one of the nation’s most hated ex-presidents sweet talk him, and now here they were booking a room together at the Watergate. The president sighed nervously and sat down on the edge of the bed, watching as his companion for the evening, none other than the infamous Richard Nixon, went around the room closing the curtains and dimming the lights. When he had finished, the older man joined the younger on the bed, reaching over to pull him into a gentle kiss. Jimmy halfheartedly kissed back, internally conflicted over whether or not he should go any further. Nixon seemed to sense his unease; he broke the kiss and tilted the Democrat’s chin up slightly so their eyes met.
“Do you not want to do this?” He asked. Jimmy’s cheeks reddened; he placed his hand over Nixon’s and averted his gaze to the floor.
“I want to do it, I really do,” He assured the Republican, “but President Nixon, what if someone catches us?” Nixon quieted him with another kiss.
“Don’t you worry about a thing, Carter,” He murmured against the president’s lips, “We won’t get caught. Now, just lay back and relax.” He placed his hand upon the younger man’s chest, gently pushing to encourage him to lie down. Jimmy did, making himself comfortable amongst the pillows as Nixon reached down and took hold of his pants. He raised his hips slightly to make it easier for the ex-president to pull them off, which the older man appreciated. Once they were out of the way, Nixon set the pants aside, leaving the president naked from the waist down. Jimmy, modest as he was, instinctively brought his hands down to cover his crotch, but Nixon caught his wrists and pulled them away.
“Don’t do that,” He scolded him harshly, “How the hell do you expect me to suck your cock if you’re keeping it covered?” Jimmy cringed at the older man’s vulgar language, but he mumbled a brief apology and folded his hands over his chest so they wouldn’t be blocking anything. He watched apprehensively as Nixon stared down at his crotch, feeling very vulnerable under the older man’s lustful gaze. The Republican grinned and gave a nod of approval.
“You had no reason to try and hide it from me,” He chuckled, “It’s not like it’s small or anything. In fact, it’s far from small.” He reached out and touched the Democrat’s thigh, eliciting a startled gasp from him. He smirked, intrigued by this.
“I haven’t even touched your cock yet and you’re already jumpy.” He teased, tracing small circles onto Jimmy’s leg with his fingertips. “You’re not going to shoot your wad the second I put my mouth on it, are you?” Jimmy scowled at him.
“No,” He huffed, somewhat offended by that comment, “I may be a little sensitive, but it’s not like I’m some horny teenager that’ll get off with the slightest touch! I can last much longer than that!”
“We’ll see about that…” Nixon leered. He placed his hands upon the president’s thighs and parted his legs, giving him better access to his cock. Jimmy didn’t really appreciate the lewd position he was in-he felt like a porn queen spreading for the camera-but he kept quiet. It wasn’t worth it to protest. The older man brushed his fingertips against the underside of his cock, making the younger man tremble.
“You sure you’re not gonna cum in my mouth?” Nixon pressed.
“I’m most definitely sure!” Jimmy snapped. “Are you gonna suck it already, or not?”
“I am, I am,” Nixon assured him. “You know, you’re so cute when you’re being stubborn.” Jimmy rolled his eyes as the ex-president grasped his cock and began to stroke it slowly.
“This is a Deep Throat that I think we’ll both like.” He purred, hoping that the president would be amused by that terrible pun. He wasn’t, as evidenced by the disinterested look on his face, but that was alright. Nixon was here to blow Jimmy, not to make him laugh. Abandoning all further attempts at humor, he lowered his mouth down onto the Democrat’s length, taking as much as he could without gagging. He sucked hard, hollowing his cheeks and swirling his tongue against the tip in a way that he knew would make the younger man squirm.
“Oh lord,” Jimmy moaned, “Oh, sweet lord, that’s good!” Nixon would have grinned smugly if his mouth hadn’t been full of cock. It was immensely satisfying to know that with just a few licks and sucks and touches he had the power to send the president into such ecstasy. He glanced up at Jimmy as he sucked him off, drinking in the delicious sight of him dazed with desire. His cheeks were bright red, his soft lips were parted ever so slightly, there was an unmistakable look of lust in his beautiful hazel eyes-he was so aroused, so alluring. Nixon almost couldn’t believe that with just a simple blowjob he had single-handedly reduced the nation’s leader to nothing but a horny, writhing, half-naked mess. It was strangely empowering, and it gave the Republican an odd sense of pride. Jimmy brought one of his trembling hands down to rest upon the back of the older man’s head as he sucked, digging his fingers into his dark hair while he covered his face with the other in a vain attempt to conceal his blushing. Nixon was absolutely taken by his bashfulness. He was so innocent, so modest, acting just like a jittery young virgin even though he wasn’t one. It was entrancing.
“Look at how flustered he is,” The older man thought to himself. “I wonder if I can get him even more hot and bothered…” Wanting to see just how much he could toy with the Democrat, Nixon let his cock slide out of his mouth with a wet pop and sucked one of his middle fingers, slicking it up in preparation for what he was about to do. Jimmy was going to ask why he’d stopped blowing him, when Nixon suddenly rammed his finger up his ass, making him yelp.
“What are you doing?!” He cried out. “Stop that right now!”
“Does it hurt?” The Republican asked him, ignoring his protests.
“Well… no…” Jimmy admitted. “It feels… different, but it doesn’t hurt. I thought that you and I agreed that we’d just suck each other off and be done with it, though. And I don’t want to wake up tomorrow morning with a sore ass!”
“You won’t,” Nixon promised him, “One finger isn’t going to do that to you. Besides, it feels great if you have someone do this while they blow you. Agnew always does this for me.” Upon hearing that, Jimmy shot him a confused look.
“Uh… never mind!” Nixon laughed awkwardly, mentally cursing at himself for letting that detail slip. “Here-let me show you something.” He drew his finger halfway out of the younger man and then, without warning, shoved it back deep inside of him, curling the tip a bit so that he would hit his prostate.
“Jesus Christ!” Jimmy gasped, shuddering from the sudden jolt of pleasure. Nixon grinned smugly, making the president’s cheeks flush even more.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” He smirked. The Democrat hesitated a moment, then nodded.
“Y-yes.” He replied breathily. “Can… can you do it again?” The older man flashed him a sly smile.
“I can do that as many times as you want, Carter.” He growled sexily. He went back to blowing the president, continuing to finger him as he did so. Jimmy groaned as the ex-president pleasured him, bringing him closer and closer to climax with each suck and thrust. He writhed under Nixon’s touch; never before had he felt such delight. What the Republican was doing to him was unexpected, but it was definitely not unwanted, and he no longer regretted his decision to spend the evening with him. Nixon was making him so horny, so overcome with wanton lust.
“Oh god, oh yes, oh lord, oh Dick!” He cried, rocking his hips to get the most that he could out of the experience. “Give it to me!” Nixon jammed his finger into him one last, hard time, and that sent him over the edge. Before either of them could react, Jimmy came, filling the ex-president’s mouth with his warm seed. He inhaled sharply, realizing all too late what he’d done.
“Oh Christ… I’m so sorry about that…” He hastily apologized. Nixon didn’t say anything. He lifted his head from the president’s now soft cock and grabbed him roughly by the back of the neck before crushing their lips together in an aggressive open-mouth kiss. The younger man’s eyes widened, and he tried to break away, but Nixon held him firmly in place, forcing him to taste his own seed. The Republican kept him locked in this unpleasant embrace for what felt like forever before finally allowing the two of them to part. A gross mixture of Jimmy’s seed and their shared saliva dripped down their chins, and the Democrat grimaced. He wiped his mouth off on his sleeve, disgusted by the literally seedy kiss.
“Did you really need to do that?” He muttered, glaring at Nixon as the older man dragged his own sleeve across his lips.
“Yes,” He replied tersely, “I don’t swallow, Carter.”
“Well then go spit it out or something,” The president scoffed, “Don’t pass it to me! That’s nasty!”
“You nutting in my mouth is nasty!” Nixon shot back. “But I suppose that you can make it up to me...” The younger man watched as Nixon sat up and unzipped his pants, freeing his own hard cock from its confines. Jimmy’s face flushed once more, and he nodded, knowing what he had to do. He got down between Nixon’s legs and tentatively took the Republican’s cock into his mouth.
“That’s right, Carter,” Nixon smirked, reaching down to run his fingers through the president’s graying hair as he started to suck him off, “Suck Tricky Dick’s dick.”
Jimmy had read quite enough.
He closed the browser window and shook his head in dismay, unable to believe all the depraved smut fanfictions he had come across. He’d known that they existed, yes, but he was in awe at the sheer amount of them. It seemed like every politician under the sun had some sort of lusty story to their name, courtesy of a bunch of dirty minded teenagers, and he was no exception.
“These young people and their porn, I swear to God,” He sighed. “This is the last time I look myself up on Ao3…”