Featuring Farmer and former United States Senator, Jon Tester
CHAPTER SIXTEEN: Oval Office Bargain
The Oval Office fell quiet once the aides filed out, heavy drapes drawn against the Washington night. The 1.9 trillion American Rescue Plan hung in the balance, with GOP filibuster threats and moderate nerves fraying the edges. President Joe Biden knew the votes only locked in if key Democrats like Joe Manchin, Kyrsten Sinema, and Jon Tester stood firm. After the group meeting wrapped, Tester stayed behind in his dark suit, tie loosened, the air thick with leather, old books, and the weight of unspoken leverage.
Tester spoke first in his deep, gravelly Montana drawl.
"Joe, we've danced around this long enough. You want those votes locked down, you gotta show you're serious. Ain't about policy papers. It's about trust."
He shifted his stocky six foot one frame, broad shoulders filling the suit jacket, his rounded belly straining the buttons. His friendly blue eyes sharp with prairie pragmatism.
"Back on the farm we don't half ass a deal. You want this thing to pass? Time to put skin in the game, Mr. President."
Biden stood, his six foot frame still solid despite the years, silver white hair gleaming, blue eyes carrying that familiar Uncle Joe mix of empathy and grit. He flashed the wide, toothy grin.
"Big Jon… I've been cutting deals since Scranton. Let's get this done, for God's sake."
Biden moved between Tester's spread knees and sank down, carpet soft under his joints. Slender, veiny hands worked Tester's belt open, the zipper rasping. Tester's thick, veiny eight inch cut cock sprang free, blunt rosy head already glistening with a fat bead of precum that stretched into a shiny string, heavy low hanging balls nestled in graying hair and radiating the warm, earthy musk of a man who had spent the day in tense negotiations.
"Sweet Jesus," Biden rasped, his Delaware accent soft with a hint of stutter, "you mountain boys pack heavy."
He leaned in, warm breath ghosting over the sensitive head before his lips stretched wide around the broad, rosy crown. His tongue swirled in slow, deliberate, hungry circles over the slit, lapping up the salty bitter precum with broad, flat licks that made the thick shaft jerk and leak more. Biden sucked harder, hollowing his cheeks to create intense, wet vacuum pressure while his tongue pressed firm along the thick underside vein, tracing every bulging ridge and pulsing throb as he bobbed deeper. Thick, bubbly strings of drool spilled from the corners of his stretched, reddened lips, coating the veined shaft in glossy layers and dripping in heavy, glistening strands onto the heavy, wrinkled sac. The wet, obscene slurping and gagging sounds filled the hushed room, gluck gluck gluck, as Biden forced more of the girthy cock into his throat.
Tester groaned low and deep, weathered right hand sliding into Biden's silver hair, guiding the rhythm while the scarred stumps of his left rested on a broad thigh, giving rough little tugs.
"That's it, Joe… slow and deep. Nice to have a president worked this hard for my vote. Use that tongue yeah, just like that, work those balls with your hand."
Biden took him to the root, throat muscles rippling and constricting in rhythmic gulps that massaged every inch of the thick shaft. His nose pressed flush into the coarse graying pubes, inhaling the strong, sweaty musk while more spit bubbled out around his lips and ran in rivulets down Tester's balls. He pulled back with a gasping, spit soaked pop, strings of saliva connecting his swollen lips to the shiny, throbbing cockhead, then dove back down, gagging wetly as the blunt head bullied past his tonsils and bulged visibly in his throat. Tears leaked from the corners of his eyes, but he kept sucking with sloppy devotion, tongue constantly working the underside while his hand gently rolled the heavy, pendulous balls.
"Fuckin' hell, look at you choke on it," Tester growled, voice thick with pleasure. "Deeper, Joe. Take it all. Milk it with that throat good goddamn, you're sucking the cum right out of me."
After long, filthy minutes of sloppy, throat bulging oral worship Biden's chin and neck slick with thick ropes of spit, eyes watering, lips puffy and glistening Tester pulled him up.
"Enough jaw jackin'. I want that ass."
He guided the president to straddle his lap, facing away from him. Biden kicked off his slacks and boxers, his own cut eight and a half inch cock flared mushroom head angrily flushed and dripping long, clear strings of precum bobbing free above sparse gray hair. Tester spat generously into his palm, slicking his own thick shaft with long, twisting strokes until it gleamed obscenely, then reached around and smeared more warm saliva across Biden's tight pink pucker. He circled the wrinkled rim with a thick fingertip before pushing two callused fingers inside, scissoring them slowly and deeply. The hot, velvety walls clenched and fluttered around the intrusion, sucking wetly as Tester curled his fingers to brush the sensitive prostate, drawing a shaky moan from Biden while more slick sounds filled the air.
"Jon…" Biden started, breath hitching, but he lowered himself anyway.
The blunt rosy head pressed against the slick hole, teasing the softened rim with slow, grinding circles until Biden sank down. The fat head popped past the tight ring with a loud, wet squelch, forcing Biden's inner muscles to yield in a burning stretch.
"Easy, Big Jon… Christ, you're splitting me wide open fuck, it burns so good, stretching me like that."
Biden moaned loudly as the thick shaft sank inch by throbbing inch, every bulging vein and ridge dragging against his sensitive inner walls, the slight upward curve pressing firmly and relentlessly into his prostate. When Tester's heavy balls nestled snug against his ass and the rounded belly pressed warm and solid to his back, Biden was fully impaled, hole stretched taut and puffy around the base, inner muscles rippling and gripping like a hot, silky fist.
Tester's voice rumbled with earthy satisfaction.
"Ain't no gentle fly casting, Joe. This is Montana rough. Take the whole damn plow."
His hands gripped Biden's hips, holding him down as the president adjusted to the overwhelming, burning fullness.
Biden rocked hard on Tester's lap, using those strong, thick legs for leverage. He rose until only the broad, flared head stretched his rim obscenely, then slammed back down, ass cheeks rippling and jiggling heavily on impact. Wet, filthy squelching and slapping sounds filled the room with every bounce lube, precum, and spit frothing white around the stretched hole, skin smacking skin. Tester's blunt head battered and ground against Biden's prostate relentlessly on every downward thrust, sending jolts of electric pleasure through his body while the thick shaft reamed his walls open wider with each plunge.
Tester reached around with his good right hand, rough calluses wrapping Biden's leaking cock in firm, twisting strokes, thumb smearing the steady flow of precum over the flared head.
"Feel that, Joe? Jackin' your presidential prick while I wreck this old hole. Gonna make you shoot buckets all over the desk."
Biden's moans grew louder and more broken, ass clenching rhythmically around the thick cock, inner walls rippling and sucking greedily with every lift and drop. His prostate throbbed and swelled under the constant pounding, hole stretched shiny, puffy, and gaping slightly on every upstroke. Finally his cock pulsed hard, spurting long, powerful ropes of cum across the Resolute Desk in thick jets while his ass spasmed wildly, milking Tester's shaft in tight, fluttering, rippling contractions.
Tester stood then, still buried balls deep, turning Biden and bending him firmly over the desk. Jacket shed, he gripped the older man's hips and drove in with hard, punishing strokes that made Biden's body jolt forward. Tester's rounded belly rubbed sweat slick against Biden's back as he fucked like a machine, heavy balls slapping loudly and wetly against Biden's taint with every thrust. The desk creaked under them, Biden's hole making constant, loud, squelching noises as the thick cock pistoned in and out, stretching the rim obscenely on every withdrawal before spearing deep again and grinding against the prostate.
"Shhh, Joe. Take it," Tester growled, scarred left hand reaching around to squeeze Biden's spent cock in a tight, possessive vice. He kept hammering, the burning friction and deep, relentless pounding pushing Biden into overwhelmed, gasping pleasure.
Finally Tester roared, burying to the hilt.
Thick, heavy pulses of warm cum flooded Biden's guts in powerful, ropey spurts, painting his insides white as Tester ground deep, forcing every drop past the fluttering, spasming ring. He stayed hunched over, breathing heavy like a locomotive, until his cock softened and slipped free with a wet, creamy pop. A thick, obscene gush of pearly seed immediately leaked from the gaping, puffy red hole, running in slow, viscous trails down Biden's trembling thighs and dripping onto the rug.
Tester fed his spent, cum and ass smeared cock into Biden's mouth.
"Clean your mess off me, Joe. Taste that farm boy ass and cum mix every damn drop."
Biden sucked obediently, tongue swirling the salty, musky, bitter sweet blend of seed, sweat, and his own stretched hole, lips stretched once more around the softening thickness.
They disentangled slowly. Tester clapped Biden's shoulder with his three fingered hand.
"Well, shit, Mr. President. That's one hell of a seal on the deal. You took it like a man, Joe. I'll help get it passed."
Biden straightened on shaky legs, cum still trickling, and flashed that familiar grin.
"Deal's done. Now let's go pass some goddamn history."
Disclaimer: This narrative is entirely fictional, satirical, and erotic fantasy, invented for entertainment purposes only. It does not reflect any verified events, actions, or inclinations of Jon Tester or Joe Biden.
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