**Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.**
This story takes place in a 100% fictional world.
Ronald Grump looked longingly into Spike Mense’s eyes from below as he begged on his knees for Mense to accept the VP job. He knew there was a very slim chance Mense would agree but he had to try all the same. He needed Mense’s respectably uptight demeanor to balance his campaign, and spending so many nights in close proximity to the big P, and Mense, was an added bonus. He needed it so bad he would do anything, and Mense saw the need in his eyes.
Mense grabbed Ronald’s toupee to take charge of the situation but not even milliseconds later Mense was surprised to find Ronald’s head moving towards his bulging pants without Mense’s assistance. This was something he wasn’t used to. He always had to force people to blow him so this eagerness was a welcome surprise. Ronald appeared eager to get his zipper undone and see what he would be playing with. Once his hands maneuvered his pants open Mense could see Ronald’s excitement plain as day.
Ronald greedily stuck his tongue through Mense’s fly before he could even get the zipper fully down. Mense groaned. It had been too long since he’d felt a man’s tongue on his cock. He pretended for the Republicans, and especially the Christians, that he was a god-fearing family man but here with Ronald they both knew this is what he needed. He needed to feel a man’s touch and having gone years without indulging his passion he knew he wouldn’t last long with the real thing. Since it was a massive risk to engage in discreet encounters with men behind the scenes, Mense had resorted to having his wife dress up in men’s clothing and pound his ass with large strap-on’s. She was great at playing the part because she looked very manly for a woman, which was why Mense married her. She was good as a substitute but he needed a real man. Even a plump feminine man like Ronald Grump would help satisfy his urges. For now.
Without even pausing his furious tongue action Ronald’s hands managed to help Mense’s raging erection escape from his pants. It felt and looked huge in his hands. He could fit both hands on the shaft and leave space for his mouth to suck on the tip. Not to say Mense had the largest cock Ronald had ever sucked, but it was a solid 5 inches if you rounded up. Ronald was in heaven. He stroked his hands in rhythm with his lips, working Mense’s dick like he saw in all those webm files on 4Chan. Everyone thought Ronald liked 4Chan for the Pepe memes but he could never stop himself from checking out every single “Make me want to suck dick”, “Trap”, and “Gay” thread while practicing with his gold-painted dildoes. This was his time to shine.
Ronald could hear Mense groaning from how great he was and that got him more and more excited to work harder. He pulled his left hand away allowing him to take more of Mense’s cock in his mouth. All while swirling his tongue to elicit those extra little grunts from Mense. He liked those. Soon he could feel Mense’s balls tense and felt his hips bucking towards his mouth so he removed his remaining hand from the shaft and took the entire length straight down his throat. Moments later Mense was pulling Ronald’s nose into his pubic hair as his cock shot stream after stream of cum into Ronald’s tonsils. Ronald stared up into Mense’s eyes to look for any sign of approval while Mense stared down thinking about how much he wanted to get fucked now. Ronald swallowed all the cum that hadn’t already slid down his throat and did a couple quick flourishes with his tongue on Mense’s tip to clean up any leftover cum.
“So you’ll be my Vice President then, Mr. Mense?” Ronald asked with a sly smile. He knew Bannon would be proud of him for getting a good VP pick on their side. He had gotten to swallow a load of cum and a running mate for absolutely nothing. He always made the best deals. Winning.
“Yes, as long as we can do that again.” Mense replied. He was excited for the possibility of having a man in his life after all these years.
Ronald was already too busy twitting to respond to Mense, who walked away to clean himself up. “I choose Spike Mense as my running mate. Conference tomorrow at 10:00 A.M. Great Guy!”
Ronald had found his running mate.
I wrote this as a joke for my subreddit /r/Republicums, I hope you enjoyed it.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/6jbc4o/mmrepublicans_the_running_mate