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Jimmy was feeling quite content.

It had been nearly a decade since he had been unseated from the presidency, but here he was, back in the Oval Office again, sitting at the desk that had once been his.

“It feels so strange to be back here,” He thought aloud, “And it feels even stranger to be doing this here.” He glanced downwards at the floor, where not one but two men were on their knees under the desk, their faces level with the ex-president’s crotch. They both looked to be in their early forties, much younger than Jimmy, but despite the age difference they seemed thrilled to be with him. Jimmy had his pants around his ankles, letting his cock stand tall and unrestrained, ready to be touched. One of the men reached out and stroked it, while the other took the tip into his mouth and began sucking. Jimmy grinned smugly; it gave him an odd sense of pride and power to know that even in his sixties younger men still found him alluring. These weren’t just two ordinary young men he had picked up on the street, however. Oh no, they were both much more than that, and knowing just who they were and what he had them doing made the Democrat feel quite triumphant.

“Oh Jimmy, I’ve been waiting all day for this,” The man stroking him drawled in a thick Texan accent, “I thought Dad would never leave us alone.”

“Sorry, that’s probably my fault,” The other man apologized, lifting his mouth from Jimmy’s length, “You saw how he was eyeing me, didn’t you? He wanted me, and badly.”

“Don’t worry about it, Dan and George,” Jimmy said gently as he reached down to run his fingers through the one man’s brown hair and the other’s graying auburn hair, “You can think about that later. For now, enjoy your time with me.” The men nodded and went back to stroking and sucking his cock. Jimmy leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms behind his head, letting out a satisfied sigh as they pleasured him.

He was no longer the president-George H.W. Bush was the one currently holding that title-but here he was with the vice president and the president’s son kneeling at his feet, eager to get their hands on his cock. Dan Quayle and George W. Bush had become his latest lovers, and in the short time he had been meeting with them he had managed to conduct many, many secret sexual liaisons with them. Now was the latest-and definitely not the last-of these liaisons. Jimmy had been surprised when Quayle and Bush Junior had first expressed interest in him, and though he had found both men enticing he had initially been apprehensive about returning their affection because of their age difference. He was the same age as Junior’s father, for Christ’s sake, and he felt like he would be taking advantage of them since he was so much older, but the two remained persistent, flirting with and flattering him at every opportunity. Eventually, Jimmy gave in to their seductive charms, and boy was he glad that he’d given in.

He enjoyed having sex with men his own age, but knowing that he could have not one but two much younger men was so sinfully empowering to him. On top of that, he held quite a bit of animosity towards both the elder Bush and Ronald Reagan for kicking him out of office and doing some other things to him in 1980 that he preferred not to talk about, so it was such sweet revenge to be fucking Junior right under his father’s nose.

“Hey, Dan,” Junior said, nudging the vice president, “Give me a kiss.” Quayle obliged, lifting his mouth from Jimmy’s cock and pressing a gentle kiss to the other man’s lips. Junior quit pumping the Democrat’s length and drew his arms around Quayle, pulling him close. He nuzzled the other Republican and then went in for another, deeper kiss. Quayle gave a soft mewl as Bush reached down to palm at the growing tent in his pants. Distracted by each other, they had forgotten about Jimmy for the moment, but the ex-president didn’t mind all that much. He enjoyed the little show they were giving him.

“Why don’t you blow Jimmy now, George?” Quayle murmured as he and Junior parted lips, “You haven’t had your mouth on his cock yet today and I know you’ve been wanting it.” Junior nodded, brought his hands off of the vice president, and ducked down to take Jimmy’s cock into his mouth, sucking hard and bobbing up and down on his shaft. Quayle leaned in and lapped and kissed at the side of the ex-president’s length as Junior blew him, touching every area that the other could not. Jimmy rested one hand on each of their heads while they had their fun with him, watching as they took turns sucking him off and nipping and licking at his cock. Occasionally they would take a break to kiss and paw at each other or kiss him, and he loved every second of it. Eventually however their mouths were no longer enough for him; he wanted more. Deciding to move things along, he gently pushed both of the younger men away from his crotch, and they stared up at him expectantly, still on their knees, waiting for his next command.

“Get undressed, boys,” He instructed them, “Let me see you.” The two of them obeyed. Junior and Quayle rose from the floor and made quick work of unbuttoning their blazers. They shrugged the jackets off of their shoulders, undid their ties, unbuttoned their shirts, and finally began to remove their belts. Their pants were soon pooled around their ankles with the rest of their discarded clothing, and they stood completely naked before the former president, baring themselves to him. Jimmy took a brief pause to gaze hungrily at their young bodies, admiring the handsome physiques that had not yet been ravaged by age like his own. They were both hard, already excited from toying with him and with each other, and they awaited Jimmy’s touch, eager for him to have his wicked way with them. Not wanting to put things off any longer, the Democrat hooked his arm around Quayle’s waist and pulled him snugly onto his lap. Jimmy leaned in to kiss the vice president as he slipped his hand between his legs, grasping his cock. Quayle moaned against the older man’s mouth and subconsciously spread his legs even farther apart as Jimmy began to pump his length. Junior watched them, touching himself while they smooched and silently wishing that he could be the one on the ex-president’s lap instead. Jimmy sensed that he was feeling left out, he broke his and Quayle’s kiss and beckoned for Junior to come around to the other side of the chair. Junior did, and Jimmy drew his arm away from Quayle, bringing his hand down to grasp Junior’s cock. He stroked both of his lovers, not wanting either man to be neglected, not wanting either to feel that he desired one more than the other. He was not one to play favorites; he lusted for them both, and lusted for them intensely. Quayle rested his head on the ex-president’s shoulder while Junior caught his lips in a soft kiss. As horny as they were and as much as they enjoyed quick, dirty, rough sex, it delighted Jimmy to know that they liked and appreciated tenderness as well. The ex-president and the president’s son parted after a few seconds, and Quayle moved in to begin dotting kisses along Jimmy’s cheek and neck. Jimmy cupped Junior’s chin in his hand and gazed lovingly into his eyes as a smile crept its way across his face.

“Oh, George,” He sighed lovingly, stroking over the younger man’s bottom lip with his thumb, “What on earth would your daddy say if he saw you with me like this?”

“Ah, fuck my dad.” Junior muttered.

“I already did!” Quayle smirked. Though he liked to sneak off for sexual romps with Junior and Jimmy, his main squeeze was Bush Senior. Junior cringed, as he always did whenever Quayle bragged about the illicit relationship he shared with his father. He had been blissfully unaware of it at first, but that had all changed when he had accidentally walked in on the elder Bush and Quayle mid-coitus a few months earlier. He had been spending the week at the White House and had found them having sex on his bed one evening. Neither had noticed him at the time, but the next day Junior had confronted Quayle about it, and he readily fessed up. He had been horrified to discover that Quayle had become his father’s secret fuck toy, and though he had gotten over the initial shock of it, the mere thought of his dear old dad and the vice president being intimate made his stomach turn.

“Yeah, a lot of people already fucked your daddy,” Jimmy added with a smirk, further traumatizing the younger man, “Not just your mama and Dan.”

“Oh good fucking God,” Junior swore, “Who else fucked my dad? Do I even want to know?”

“Well, Ronald Reagan is one of them,” Jimmy revealed, “Your dad and Reagan have a sort of fling going on.” He did however decline to tell Junior that his father was essentially Reagan’s personal little cockslut; the poor kid didn’t need to know that.

“Reagan?!” Junior gasped in horror. “No! Not Reagan! How come Dad’s never told me that?”

“That’s not exactly something your daddy would want you to know.” The Democrat deadpanned. “I only know about it because of an… unfortunate meeting… that happened between Reagan and I following the 1980 Election.”

“Yeah,” Quayle giggled, “And the only reason you know about what I’ve been doing with your dad is because you caught me! There are probably tons of people he’s fucking that you don’t know about!”

“Oh sweet Jesus, you better not tell me you’re fucking Dad too, Jimmy.” Junior whined.

“No, I’ve never fucked your daddy,” Jimmy assured him, “Your daddy’s fucked many people, but I’m not one of them.”

“Ew…” The younger Bush retched like a disgusted little kid watching his parents make out. Unfortunately for him, his father was doing much more than that, and with many more people than just his mother.

“Getting fucked by your old man is great, George,” Quayle smirked, rising from Jimmy’s lap, “And he just loves it when I call him Daddy.”

“Dan, stop it!” Junior snapped at him, “That’s gross! Only me and my siblings should be calling him Daddy, not you!” Amused by his distress, the vice president continued on with his stories of his and the president’s sexual escapades.

“Sometimes we’ll do it in here, right on the desk.” Quayle explained, sprawling himself out over the Resolute Desk. “I’ll bend over for him just like this, ready and willing for him to take me, and I’ll say ‘dick me down, Daddy!’ and he’ll do it, he’ll dick me down.”

“For fuck’s sake, Dan!” Junior cursed again, “I don’t want to hear about my father dicking you down!”

“Why don’t you dick me down instead?” Quayle propositioned, sporting a naughty grin, “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? And I’m sure Jimmy would like to watch that.”

“I would, but I’d like to dick one of you down first.” Jimmy chuckled.

“Do me,” Junior volunteered, “Dan can watch us, then I’ll fuck him and you can watch.” Jimmy nodded and promptly reached into the pocket of his blazer, fishing around for the lubricant he had snuck into the White House with him. His fingers closed around the slender tube, and he withdrew his hand from his pocket, presenting it to the president’s son. Junior took it from him, uncapped it, and squirted a huge dollop of the slippery gel into his palm. He smeared the substance on Jimmy’s cock, set the tube aside on the desk, and then climbed onto the chair with the Democrat, facing him and straddling his lap. Jimmy’s length pressed up against his ass, thick and throbbing and ready to penetrate him. Junior grabbed hold of his shoulders and slowly, gingerly eased himself down on his shaft until Jimmy was hilted all the way inside of him. Quayle hoisted himself up onto the edge of the desk, which served as a makeshift front row seat from which he could spectate upon their intimacy. Jimmy soothingly stroked the Republican’s back as he adjusted to the feeling of having a cock inside of him and pressed gentle kisses to his brow, wanting to make sure he was relaxed and content.

“Ah… maybe one day I’ll be sitting in this chair instead of sitting on your cock in it,” Junior mused, “When dad’s two terms finish I might decide to run for president myself.”

“How do you know your daddy will win another term? He might lose, you know,” Jimmy pointed out, “When the next election comes a Democrat may boot him out.”

“Ha! I doubt it!” Quayle scoffed as he reached down to tug at his own length, “He and I are doing a wonderful job, we’re definitely going to win again in ninety-two!” Jimmy quite frankly thought that he and the elder Bush were doing a piss poor job at leading the country, but he knew better than to make his opinion known to the vice president. Quayle would never believe that he and Bush Senior were anything less than perfection, and turning their rendezvous into a political debate would kill the fun. The Democrat wisely kept his mouth shut, and the subject of Bush Senior potentially being unseated was dropped for the time being. Junior by this point had gotten accustomed to the feeling and was ready to continue; he arched his back and began to steadily rock his hips, riding the ex-president. Jimmy kept one hand on his waist and the other on the younger man’s cock, toying with his shaft as they fucked.

“Oh sweet Jesus, George, that’s good!” The Democrat moaned, “Keep doing it just like that.” Bush Junior kept up with the same motion, though he gradually increased the pace and pressure, bucking against him faster and harder. Quayle kept on pumping himself, lustful eyes focused on the X-rated scene before him, taking it all in. Junior buried his face against Jimmy’s neck while he humped him, his lips curling into a coy grin.

“Not to bring up my father again, but boy would he lose his shit if he caught us here like this,” He smirked, “He still thinks that I’m straight; imagine him walking in on his precious presumably straight son having sex with another man, and an older, Democrat man no less! Knowing how naughty I’m being by meeting with you like this is such a turn on.”

“Oh, it sure is!” Quayle agreed, “But I hope your dad never catches us, I don’t want him to break things off with me!”

“We won’t get caught,” Jimmy promised him, “And even if we did I don’t think he’d care that you were seeing me. He gets around quite a bit himself, I told you about his thing with Reagan.”

“Don’t you two start with that shit a second time,” Junior huffed, pulling away from Jimmy and crossing his arms, “I’m going to get off your cock and leave right now if you keep yammering on about Dad and Reagan fucking. My thighs are starting to cramp anyways.”

“Aw no, don’t leave,” Jimmy pleaded with him, “Dan and I won’t say another word about that, and if you’re getting uncomfortable in this position we can always switch to a different one. Would that be okay?”

“Hmph… that’ll be fine,” Junior conceded, “How about I stand and you can fuck me over the desk?” Jimmy agreed to this, so the president’s son got off of his lap and turned to face the desk. Quayle scooted aside, giving room for Junior to sprawl himself across the center. He bent over with his ass in the air and planted his hands on the desktop, placing himself in a very prone position. He longed to have Jimmy back inside him, and Jimmy longed to be back in him. The ex-president rose from his seat and sidled up behind the president’s son, his cock pressing firmly against his ass cheeks. Junior quivered as Jimmy leaned in, wrapping one arm around his torso and pressing his lips to the nape of his neck. He kept peppering gentle little kisses on him, something that he thought would be a sweet and lovely thing to do, but Junior began to grow impatient.

“Come on, Jimmy,” He whined, grinding his ass against the older man’s crotch, “I don’t want you to be all gentle and slow and loving! I want you to fuck me hard, and fuck me now!”

“You’re so bossy,” Jimmy teased, lifting his head from Bush Junior’s neck, “But I can’t ever say no to you. I’ll give you what you want, George.” The ex-president took his cock into his hand and lined it up with Junior’s hole. He eased into him until he was hilted once again, and Junior let out a pleasant sigh as Jimmy grabbed hold of his hips. The Democrat began to fuck the young Republican, though knowing that Junior wanted him to get on with it, he did not start out languid and sensual. He humped him hard, rough, and fast, making him squirm and writhe against the desk.

“Oh God, oh damn, oh fuck,” Bush Junior groaned in ecstasy, “Do it harder, Jimmy! Harder!” Jimmy pounded into him even more forcefully, shaking the desk and knocking a few pens and papers off. Quayle didn’t appreciate being jostled around on the desk, but he was thoroughly enjoying the sight before him. George looked so delicious under Jimmy-his cheeks were flush, his brow was sweaty, and he was begging and urging the ex-president to give it to him quick and dirty. The sight was nearly enough to send him over the edge then and there, but he didn’t want to finish just yet. The vice president let go of his cock, deciding to wait until after he and George had had a chance to fool around together some more, and kept watching as Jimmy banged him on the desk. The Democrat was wearing out from the physical exertion, he no longer had the stamina he had possessed in his younger days and it proved to be a great effort now to give someone a decent hard, quick fuck. With each thrust he grew more and more tired, and also grew increasingly closer and closer to climax.

“Do you want me to cum in you or pull out?” He murmured breathily against Junior’s ear, “I’m not gonna last much longer, so you better decide soon.”

“Pull out,” Junior told him, “Cum on my back.” With the last of his energy Jimmy humped him a few final, forceful times, then he withdrew from the Republican, loomed over him, and held his cock in his hand as he came, leaving a sticky white splotch on the small of his back. Quayle immediately slid down from the desk and pressed his tongue to Junior’s back, lapping up Jimmy’s seed. He then grabbed Junior by the chin and pulled him into a sloppy kiss, sharing the sticky substance with him. Jimmy thought back to that one time so many years ago when Nixon had done the same to him during their night together at the Watergate. He had found it unpleasant, but Junior was surprisingly into it, moving his tongue against Quayle’s as his seed and their mixed saliva dribbled down their chins. Jimmy grinned and sat back down in the chair as he watched the two younger men grope and smooch each other. Now it would be his turn to watch.

“Oh, fuck me George,” Quayle pleaded, “Take me now!” He bent over the desk as Junior grabbed the lube again and squirted a thick coating of it onto his cock. He planted his hands on either side of the vice president and plunged into him, making him yelp. He fucked Quayle hard under Jimmy’s gaze, enjoying the power and pleasure and the delightful little cries coming from him, when suddenly there was the unmistakable sound of the door creaking open. Junior froze mid-thrust, Quayle quieted with his moaning, and Jimmy let out a barely audible gasp. Standing in the doorway was an extremely mortified Bush Senior.

“What the hell’s going on in here!?” The president exclaimed.

“DAD!” Junior squealed, still balls deep in the vice president “I… uh… I can explain!” The elder Bush stood there in stunned silence for a second, but then a perverse smile slowly spread across his face.

“Do you boys mind if I join in?”

The sound of shattering glass emanated throughout Jimmy’s residence as he hurled his computer out through the window. Not two seconds later Rosalynn came scurrying into the room and started berating him, going on and on about how they would need to get the window replaced and how they would have to buy a new PC, but Jimmy didn’t care about any of that. He had had enough depraved president smut for the day, and he was just glad that Ao3 couldn’t hurt him anymore.