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TRUMP POV;
November 15th, a regular Saturday like any other. I woke up next to my wife, questioning why I decided to marry a woman instead of the love of my life, Bill Clinton. Standing up from I and Melania’s bed, my phone was practically being blown up as it vibrated vigorously as if it was Melania’s vibrator she used because i’d never had the desire to sleep with her, or even women in general. I’d always been gay but to afraid to admit it, afraid of the backlash i might receive. As i picked up my phone, opening to my Home Screen, a picture of me and my secret boyfriend, Bubba. Without even realizing it, I was smiling with blush dusted over my cheeks. When I opened my message to see my inbox having over 269 unread messages from Kim Jong Un I was shocked, why was he texting me? Had he not gotten my letter saying I don’t think we’d work out?! As I continued to look through my messages I’d noticed 67 unread messages from bubba and 420 missed calls. Immediately I’d run out of I and Melania’s shared room, going to my soundproof office me and bill hooked up in if we didn’t on the island. I called his number, pacing as the phone rung.
Ringggggg, once. Then twice, then thrice, then an answer.
“Donnie baby?!” Bubba had whispered to me through his phone, sounding concerned and frantic.
“bubba! hii, why’d you call me so many times?” I asked, my voice laced with curiosity and anticipation.
“Did you not read my texts like a good boy, Donnie?” Bubba asked me, his voice dark and laced with a certain tone that made my legs tremble.
“I-i am sorry bubba! I had just woken up and didn’t have time to check my messages! please don’t punish me bubba..” I said as I felt my lip quiver and myself get excited from bubba’s tone, I had to bite my lip to hold myself back from letting a moan slip from my lips.
“good boy, I won’t punish you but you should know the emails were released, the public knows about what we did on the island Donnie..” bubba told me with a sigh, I could hear his voice trembling with worry and immediately it’d snapped me out of my fantasies.
Before I could even get a vowel out of my lips the called had came to an abrupt end, all I could think about was what if the public found out about me being gay, or worse, what if they found out about my gay love affairs?! I frantically opened my laptop, looking on every website I knew of to find where the emails were published to defend my name. As I continued my frantic search I’d heard the door behind my desk open, in had walked Bubba, holding a bag as he threw it onto the couch in front of the tv in my office room. Seeing him I couldn’t help but blush, we hadn’t been together in almost a week and he knew how clingy I got.
“b-bubba! what are you doing here..?” I said with a soft chuckle, soft pink blush dusting over my cheeks
“Donnie, baby, what are you doing?” Bubba had asked me, his tone caring and his voice soft.
“Looking for where the emails were published to defend my name and how I’m not gay..” I muttered as I continued my search.
Bubba sighed deeply, a sad, tired, sigh. He closed the door behind himself, walking towards me. Taking my hand in his own, removing my eyes from the screen to look at his. My ocean blue irises burned into his caramel ocean colored irises. I felt his rough calloused yet soft hand caress the wrinkly orange skin of my cheek.
“Donnie, when will you admit what we are..?” bubba asked me, his voice cracking softly.
“Soon bubba, but we still need to fix this, I won’t be able to make America great again a-and and it won’t be easy plus I don’t know if you even love me anymore...” I mumbled as I began to spiral, looking away from him.
“relax Donnie…I’m here and we can make it easy..” bubba said before sliding into my lap, straddling me.
before I knew it an ensemble began to play and bubba began to sing to me, his voice luring me in to wanting more than I could’ve have him.
“shut up, you know that I love you but that’s enough of the spiral!” Bubba had sung abruptly, catching me off guard.
Before I could even speak he continued, “some of your dreams haven’t come true, well here’s how we’ll break the cycle..” bubba said before interlocking our hands and pulling me to stand up.
“Your hand, my hand, your body and mine, they can’t withstand the fire in mine, ‘cause we’ve already found love in this gov we can do it, no blow comes close to fatal to this president and old ass liberal, we’ve already found love in this gov the rest is easy baby…” Bubba had sang to me.
“But bubba-“ I said before he shut me up with a kiss, pulling me down then leading me to the couch I had in my office.
He’d pushed me down onto the couch then crawled over me, straddling me as he ground against me with a slow tortuous pace making me moan softly. I’d attempted to grown out his name but he covered my lips with his own, entrapping them in a deep passionate tongue kiss in which our tongues tangled and danced. Not even a beat later I felt my hardening arousal of 2 centimeters grow as bubba picked up the pace while he grounded against me.
“b..bubba~” I moaned softly.
He flipped me over onto my stomach, pulling my waist up so I’d lift my ass up as his finger hooked the waistband of my pants and black lace thong I’d been wearing in case I saw him in private today which thank god I did. His hand connected with my ass, a sharp smack that made me bite back a moan. He rubbed his hardening boner against my entrance making me clutch the fabric of the velvet couch. I needed to feel him in me again, all 6.9 inches of him. I whined as he continued to rub himself against my wetting entrance, feeling myself push back against him on instinct. I couldn’t help the way my lip quivered or the way my legs trembled with need for him. My ass was dripping wet by now, I felt bubba penetrating me in a slow torturous manner, i tried to speak but it only came out in a strangled whiny moan. “Shhh…be a good boy and stay quiet or I won’t pleasure you Donnie...unless…you beg and call me my real name.” bubba had whispered into my ear, his breath hot against my earlobe as he bit it softly.
“B-bubba..pl-“ I’d attempted to mumble before he’d pressed a finger to my lips.
“No, no, no Donnie..my actual name, not nickname. What the public knows me as that you’ve yet to call me.” Bill had said to me, removing his finger from my lips as if giving me the go on and say it.
“Please…bill…i need you..now.” I mumbled, heat radiating of off my body as i spoke, but alas it simply didn’t satisfy my dear Bill.