Chapter 10

 

We landed on the White House lawn at 10:57 A.M. Sunday morning.  Mary and I left Marine One by the front door and everyone else by the rear stairs.  A small group of office staff were there to greet me and ask me how I liked the Camp.  I chatted with one of my press people as Mary watered the lawn and ran to catch up to me.  Once inside, I headed directly to the Oval Office to see if there was anything further on the Middle East threat.

The peace summit was now just fourteen days away, and a lot of work had to be done before I left American soil.  For one thing, the new Vice-President had to be in place.  After I sat down, I asked Mary my secretary to get the leaders of the Hill on the phone.  Even though it was Sunday morning, anyone could be reached by the White House if necessary.

When the Congressional leadership was tied in on a secure conference line, I laid it out for them.

“Gentlemen, a matter has come up that makes it imperative that Governor Wilson’s nomination as Vice-President be swiftly moved through the process and finished this week, preferably by Thursday.  Can this be done?”

“Mr. President, that gives us almost no time for questions, but merely to, in effect, rubber-stamp your choice.  What could be so important as to make you request this?”

“Senator, there is a plot to kill me shortly after I step off Air Force One in Jordan.  The al-Sadr Militia is behind it with help from our Bin Laden friends.  I must have a fully briefed and settled-in Vice-President before taking off on this trip.  She must have time to be briefed on the million things a Vice-President must know.  If I wasn’t convinced of the seriousness of this situation, I would not be asking you to speed this up beyond normal protocol.”

“Certainly something can be done about this to prevent any chance that you might be assassinated, can’t it?”

“The CIA and other intelligence organs of the U.S. are working on it, but I do not want a Constitutional crisis should I be killed.  Look, Wilson is clean, wholesome, intelligent, and will be good for women and for the country.  Let’s get this done quickly.”

“Very well, Mr. President.  I’ll begin the hearings on Tuesday instead of Wednesday, and have a vote of the full Senate by Wednesday evening.  Will that do?”

“Senator, that would be outstanding.  It is for the good of the nation, after all.”

“Very well, Mr. President.  But to return the favor, I would like an invitation to the state dinner when your cousin pays us a visit!”

I laughed out loud at the request and said, “I think we can arrange that, Senator.  Good day, sir.”

I picked up the phone and called Andy Carter to give him the news, and then informed Governor Wilson of the new schedule and requested that she and her son move to Washington no later than the next day.  I wanted her here in D.C. when the hearings started.  I asked Andy to make sure that the Naval Observatory was ready to receive its next tenant.

Next I called in my military aide de camp, Colonel Baxter, and requested that he contact Military Personnel to have the Marine Sergeant from Camp David transferred to the White House to act as my enlisted aide de camp.  It would be nice to have that young man around.  He was smart, gay, and loyal and would go out of his way to assist me in matters that pertained to military and other duties.  Colonel Baxter informed me that he would be on duty in the White House within forty-eight hours.

I was finished for the day as it was Sunday, and Shane, little Mary and I headed upstairs to the residence.  I got out of my clothes and into a pair of gym shorts and a t-shirt.  I wanted to be comfortable and there was no reason I couldn’t.  Shane dressed down as well, but nowhere near as ‘down’ as I.  Henry came in and asked if I would be dining by myself or with Agent Thompson, to which I replied, “Two for dinner, Henry.”  I wondered to myself if Henry ever took a day off.  Later I found out that if I was out of town, he was off.  If I was in town, he was on duty.  I thought that was a bit much for a man of his years.  Henry had been in White House service for forty-three years, and although he could retire any time he wanted, the White House and its temporary residents were his life.

Shane and I spent the rest of the afternoon watching movies in the White House theater which carried the latest Hollywood releases.  After all, it wasn’t like I could just jump into the car and go to the local cinema.  We ate at six o’clock, watched the news, had a couple of drinks and went to bed around nine.  It was a peaceful, relaxing afternoon and evening.

The night duty agent was patrolling the hallway as usual.  I buzzed Shane’s room and when he answered, I whispered, “Feel like walking through dusty cobwebbed passages and out through a bookcase?”

Shane chuckled.  “I’ll be right over.”

The bookcase creaked a little and swung open, revealing Shane standing there in the entranceway in all his glory, wearing only socks and a jock strap.  I laughed out loud seeing him like that.  He managed to take my breath away with his pure male beauty while at the same time cracking me up, especially since he had a massive cobweb on his head.  He closed the bookcase, brushed off his head and chest and came over to the bed where he landed a kiss right on my mouth.  As he kissed me, I reached up and fondled his jock pouch which made him hard almost at once.

We fell back together onto the bed where we continued to kiss long and deep.  I began to realize that I was developing feelings for this man; he had become more to me than just a fuck with a hot guy.

He finally came up for air, and started to remove what little clothing I had on.  I did not resist one bit as I enjoyed his taking command of the situation even though he was going to be on the bottom tonight.  Finally, I was naked and I pushed Shane onto his back where I pulled off his jock, freeing his beautiful cock.  His sheer manliness made my heart beat faster just seeing him.  I leaned over his body and said, “Tonight, you’re the one taking directions, Mister.”

Shane smiled and said, “Anything you want, anything.”

I began to cover his face, neck and chest with kisses and then dragged my hot tongue down his body towards the prize that I so often thought about.  He was already hard and waiting for attention with anticipation.  As I ran my tongue down the underside of his shaft, he writhed in delight at the contact.  I got to his balls where I slowly licked each one, taking it in my mouth and gently sucking on it.  I heard a soft moan escape his lips and knew that I was giving him what he wanted.

I let his balls fall from my mouth and mounted his chest so that my cock was pointing directly at his full wet lips.  I smiled down at him and said, “Open up, honey, Daddy has a great big surprise for you.”  I slipped my cock into Shane’s mouth and he sucked at it hungrily.  I took his head in my hands and began to slowly face fuck him, being gentle and careful not to force my dick down his throat.  He worked my cock with his tongue as I slid in and out of his mouth, each time inserting just a little bit more until finally my balls were resting on his chin.  His oral skills were highly evolved and I felt myself enjoying the sucking a little too much and withdrew my cock from his face. 

“Oh, not yet,” Shane said with lust in his voice.

“No, I have other plans for you tonight and it does not include popping off after two minutes.”

I went back down Shane’s chest and stomach and took his dick into my mouth, slowly working it like I knew he liked it.  I had to fight the urge to make him come then and there, but that would have denied me my first experience topping this beauty of a man.  It was obvious that we were both super horny as we were dripping with urgency, both of us panting in quick short breaths.

“Dave, take what you’ve been waiting for, just be a little slow since it’s been four years since I had anyone up my ass, and it was only one time.”

“Well, hell, don’t you know the gay rule about ass love?  If you’ve only been had once, and it’s been more than a year, you are officially a virgin once again.  It just grows back magically.  So I need to take care of that, because there are never virgins sleeping in the White House.”

Shane’s response was to simply roll over and shift his legs to the side slightly, which made the muscles in his ass dance.  I fell on each cheek and bathed them with my tongue, finishing by running my tongue down the crack of his just washed ass.  I could smell the soap on his flesh and knew he’d been counting on this happening. 

I spread his ass cheeks and blew across his entranceway, which sent a chill up his back, goose bumps rising along his spine.  I devoured his love tunnel with as much gusto as I could.  If it had been that long and only once since he had been fucked, he was going to be tight, and probably tense.  It was my job to put him at ease so that both of us enjoyed this particular act of love making.  When I was finished, I leaned over to the nightstand and withdrew a box.  Inside the box were a rubber and a small tube of lube. 

“Come on, stud, take it.  I need you inside of me now!”

“Shhh,” I said, putting my finger up to my mouth.  “The agent is going to hear you and then he’ll be at the keyhole listening to every thrust and moan.”

“Pure jealousy is all that it would be,” he replied laughing.

I put a generous amount of lube on my finger and worked it into Shane’s willing ass and then put the rubber on.  I decided to take him on his back so that I, like him, could look into his eyes as I fucked him silly.

“Roll over, stud, your legs are going into the air.”

I lubed up my cock and pressed the head of my dick against Shane’s asshole, finding it easier to penetrate him than I thought it was going to be.  I let his ass adjust to my dick, and then slowly eased the rest of it in.  His ass felt hot and ready, and I began a slow fucking motion.  Shane’s head went back as he stifled a moan from deep within.  Both of his nipples were erect, telling me he was fully aroused and enjoying the fucking he was beginning to get.  His cock bounced around while touching his navel, hard as rock.

“Give it to me, David, give it to me hard!”

I complied with his request and began to slam into him hard.  Each time I thrust all the way in, the contact between our bodies made a sound.  My balls bounced off his ass each time I entered him.  At his urging, I withdrew all the way out, and then slammed all the way in to the base of my cock.  Shane thrashed around on the bed, obviously enjoying the banging I was giving him.  I felt my climax begin to build so I slowed down to prevent an early climax, only to be told in no uncertain terms by my bedmate to keep fucking him like he was a cheap nickel-dime New Orleans whore.

In another minute of intense fucking, I began to come.  I grunted each time a spurt left my dick and filled the rubber that was soundly encasing my cock.  As I was coming, Shane was jacking his own cock until, as I reached the end of my climax, Shane began to spurt all over his stomach and chest.  It truly was a great sex session even though it lasted far shorter than I had planned.  I fell down upon Shane’s chest and let his legs down along side me at the same time.  His juices now covered my own chest as I lay on top of him breathing heavily.  We both smiled and he kissed me deeply once again.

“That was a great fuck, David, I loved it.  Thank you.”

“Believe me; you have one fine ass that takes a cock like a duck takes to water.  I came so hard, my balls hurt!”

After another minute or so I got up and went to my bathroom and retrieved a washcloth to wipe us off.  When I had reasonably cleaned us both up, I fell down next to Shane again.  I just wanted to rest my head on his chest and run my hand through his pubic hair.

“I wish you were not the President.”

His comment shocked me.  “Why, Shane?”

“Because maybe then we could plan some sort of life together.  I think I have feelings for you.”

“And I for you,” I admitted.  “But I don’t see why my being President should preclude any sort of emotional investment in each other.  After all, we have the perfect reason to be together all the time, and having sex is obviously no problem.”

“Yes, but for the most part, I have to leave your bed each night.  That I don’t like.”

“Well, yes, that you must do.  Let me think on it and see what I can come up with.  But at least you can stay here with me for another hour or so; as long as we make sure we don’t fall asleep and get found by James or Henry in the morning.  They would die of a heart attack, I’m afraid.”

“I’m really tired after that tremendous fucking you just gave me and to be safe, I’d better go now so that doesn’t happen.  Do you mind?” he asked tentatively

“Of course not.”

“Besides, I know I’m going to be in a lot of meetings tomorrow due to your trip to the Middle East and the threat against your life.  So, I’d better be well rested.”

He kissed me tenderly and left my bed the way he entered; only this time, he carried the jockstrap.  I pulled the covers up over me and dreamed of having Shane as a lover.  Could it be?

My canine companion seemed able to sense that I was both happy and sad at the same time, and Mary snuggled up against my head on the pillow.  I ran my hand over her coat a couple of times, and drifted off to sleep.

James woke me the next morning by knocking on the door and entering.

“Good morning, Mr. President, I hope you slept well?”

 I yawned and stretched and replied, “Actually I had a great night’s sleep, but it’s back to the official grind now, isn’t it?”

“Yes, I’m afraid it is, Mr. President.”

While I got showered and dressed, James had Mary walked and she was waiting for me when I came out of the bathroom, having combed my hair for the final time.  As I left my bedroom and went to the dining room, Mary followed, trying to get more attention from me.  When I sat down at the table, her attention switched quickly to wondering if she would get anything to eat, rather than just wanting to be petted on the head.

As usual, Shane had already eaten and was on duty in the residence.  I quickly ate some eggs and bacon, orange juice and coffee, and headed to the Oval Office.  As I finished, Henry set a small plate down on the floor with two eggs, scrambled, just for Mary, making a new friend for life. 

Shane looked stunning as usual in his dark suit and led the way to the elevator with a second agent behind me.

I said good morning to everyone and entered the office.  Mary the dog took her usual place on the floor behind me and to the right of the flag.  Mary the secretary informed me that Governor Wilson would be in Washington no later than 6:00 this evening and would be taken directly to the Naval Observatory which would be her new residence.  A knock on my door announced that it was time for my morning briefing from the CIA and other agencies dedicated to intelligence.

“Good morning, Mr. President.”

“Good morning, and how is the CIA today?”

“Well, sir, we have more news that is troubling.  In attempting to discern who exactly was behind the plot to kill you in the Middle East, we have come up with a connection to Saudi Arabia.  It would appear that the Saudis are financing the operation against you in an attempt to maintain peace in their kingdom.  We have come across a written agreement between the Saudis and the terrorists that states quite plainly that in exchange for seven million dollars to finance their operation against you, they will ensure peace in Saudi Arabia for the next year or more.”

“Do we have a copy of this agreement?  Who signed on behalf of the Saudis, surely not the King?”

“Yes, sir, we have a copy of the agreement and the details about when it was signed and who was there.  As for the Saudi signature, it was Bandar.”

“So, they’re using our own oil money against us, and the man who was Washington’s ambassador from Saudi Arabia for so long and understands us the best is the Judas in all of this.  Director, verify all of this from an independent source if you can, and let me know.”

“That might be difficult but we’ll give it a try.  Now, as for the plot itself; from what we have been able to learn, there will be a two pronged attack.  The first part involves the use of a sniper in an attempt to take you out at a public appearance.  The second will be with a bomb or shoulder launch rocket which will try and take out Air Force One.  Since getting a bomb on board Air Force One would be next to impossible, we’re gearing up for anti-missile defense.  Unfortunately, we’ve lost contact with this source and have been unable to refine the details any further.”

“I want all intelligence agencies to focus on Saudi Arabia in order to determine the exact extent of their activities designed to harm me or America.  I haven’t trusted them since the attacks on the World Trade Center and the Pentagon.  The last public thing I heard about them is that they were trying to buy contracts to control our ports.”

“All right, sir, I’ll get that out this morning.  Elsewhere, the Chinese are cracking down on protestors using the Army and are reportedly shooting people in the streets.  Of particular interest to them once again are the students, who have been protesting the lack of personal freedoms and censorship of the internet.  As usual, the Party is controlling all responses to the protest and is dictating how the army should react.”

“Okay, keep me posted on any increase in violence.  Sounds like our Secretary of State should be involved deeply with that issue.”

As the CIA Director left, I drifted off into space thinking about the arrangements being undertaken by a few men to possibly kill me, one man, while an entire army was being used to kill many student protestors.  Would change ever come to China?  I seriously doubted it simply because of the size of the population and the need for absolute authority by the Chinese government to control their vast population.

Later that day, I was informed that the soon-to-be Vice-President was in place off Massachusetts Avenue at her new residence.  Her confirmation should be finalized within the next two days.

Right on schedule, Victoria Wilson was confirmed by the Senate and her swearing in was scheduled for that very evening here at the White House.  The Chief Justice of the Supreme Court did the honors and America had a new Vice-President.  Her beaming son stood next to her as she took the Oath of Office.

“I, Victoria Wilson, do solemnly swear that I will support and defend the Constitution of the United States against all enemies, foreign and domestic; that I will bear true faith and allegiance to the same; that I take this obligation freely, without any mental reservation or purpose of evasion; and that I will well and faithfully discharge the duties of the office on which I am about to enter: So help me God.”

I embraced my new Vice-President and wished her good luck in her new position.  I shook her son’s hand and a hundred or more photos were taken.  America finally had a woman in one of the top two governing positions and second in line to the Presidency.  Baby, you’ve come a long way!

We all proceeded into the East Room of the White House, the largest of the public rooms, where a reception was held for the new Vice-President.  About 120 guests were present and light food and champagne was served to all.

“Vicky, enjoy tonight for tomorrow begins work,” I said with a smile.

“Oh, I’m under no illusion that this job is all parties and no work.  I intend to be in my office in the Executive Office Building bright and early.  I apparently have two very thick folders to read on just the essentials regarding security and protocol.  Plus, I need to learn my duties as President of the Senate.”

“All of which I have complete confidence in you to be able to do.  Tonight, just enjoy yourself.  Tomorrow will take care of itself.”

Just before midnight Vice-President Wilson and her motorcade left the White House for her residence, and the White House shut down for the night.  I was exhausted.  I said goodnight to my agents, and went to bed.