Presidential receiving line (f/m, m/m, oral)

This is satire based on the idea that giving a blowjob is as common as opening a door for someone. It is completely consensual and very normal.

The president stood at the end of another long receiving line and I was again amazed by his charm. Anyone can be charming for half an hour but he stood in his office, with his perfect posture and unwaveringly kind smile, and greeted visitors for hours at a time. The man was a phenomenon.

No one would have begrudged him a flaccid cock in a situation like this. Many distracted or disinterested presidents would bruskly shake hands with the men while one by one their wives elegantly took to their knees in a deep curtsey (all of them, it seemed, had gone to finishing school) and politely closed their mouths around the limp presidential member for the polite amount of time: three head bobs of the head according to Emily Post. Then they would rise just as elegantly as they had kneeled and nod to man out respect for the office.

This president stayed rock hard the entire time. He was cut from a different timber. It was hard not to like the guy. He invariably found himself having prolonged conversations with most men while their companions dropped to their knees a bit faster than I’d seen before, I don’t mind pointing out, and most of them gave him a longer or more enthusiastic greeting than was taught. The president graciously accepted each of their greetings though and drew little attention it.

I’ve seen the look of reserved panic pass across many a conservative man’s face when two husbands approached him in line. If I didn’t see in his eyes I saw it in his wife’s eyes as she tried to disguise any sudden pain when he clutched her hand. (One First Lady was so shocked every single time that she would burst into an animated anecdote about the history of the curtains in the room as though she had just learned about it herself and it was vital that everyone else know as well.)

The men of course would bow deeply at the waist before taking the opposite knee as a women and would take the shaft in their hand for a few quick tugs before taking him in their mouths. It’s a bit of trivia that Ivy League graduates place their opposite hand on the inside of the president’s leg. You can tell their alma mater by how they either grab or caress the inner thigh. Between you and me, I’ve seen a handful of men from Skull and Bones convey their membership by discreetly sliding their hand up to quickly finger the president’s bottom through his pants.

This president never changed his stature though no matter who was in front of him. Everyone was a constituent. He was a true servant of the people no matter their race, gender, religion or sexual orientation. It showed in everything he did, down to his infectious laugh when he respectfully gave a lesbian couple fist bumps.

Of those who greeted the president with the traditional blow job, some were slow and sensual, barely traversing from shaft to head more than a few times. Some were just enthusiastic enough for polite company. But some… Some needed the Secret Service to step in. As soon as someone grabbed his rear pulled him into their faces, they would magically appear. Occasionally someone would fight and try to keep the presidential cock deep in their throats for as long as possible but most relented embarrassingly as their partners apologized profusely. Even then, the president never lost his cool. These were usually the people who’d donated the most to his campaign, of course.

He came with such grace too. “Pardon me for a moment, Bill” he would say in that endearing accent. The visitors hand still wrapped in a handshake while the president would squeeze a little harder and and let out a restrained “a-ha” sound. The ushers would bring the antique spittoon and present it to the lady or gentleman who would then either delicately made use of it or politely decline. Whenever this happened the president always made a good natured joke about shaking so many hands that day and receiving so many blowjobs.

It’s funny how the most mundane things like the way a person carries himself in a visitor’s line can make you admire a man. But those moments are the most telling, I think. He had poise even doing this most rote and menial functions of the office. He was truly one of our greatest.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/6p5bz2/presidential_receiving_line_fm_mm_oral