Obama walked into his office, sadness spread across his face. Sonic was sitting at his desk, frowning. "What's wrong, big boy?" "Oh, uhm... nothing. But, Sonic, what are you doing here? On my desk to be exact," Obama asked confused, but strangely allured. Sonic shrugged, "Felt like you needed a friend after you popped up on the news...Again," Sonic muttered back and then smiled at the taller male. "But, to make your day better, want a treat?" "Wh-what would that be...?" Obama blushed slightly, he had no clue why. He just felt... weird. Sonic looked at Obama with great confidence as he took off his shoes, "Wanna sniff, big boy? It'll make you feel better..." Obama drooled at the sight of Sonic's toes wiggling in the socks encasing his feet. He nodded, slowly, unsure that this was real. "Then come and do it..." Sonic whispered as Obama got on the ground and gingerly crawled toward him. Obama then took Sonic's foot in his hands and gently wrapped his finger around the rim of the white sock. Slowly, he pealed it off. The putrid aroma striking his nose, arousing him... Obama inches closer and shoves his nose between the hedgehogs toes, taking a big whiff. They stay like this for awhile before Sonic decides Obama deserves the other. Commanding him to take the shoe and sock off of his right foot while rubbing his bald head. After a few more minutes Sonic looked down and met Obama's pleading eyes, "Okay, fine... Touch yourself, whore..." Obama didn't miss a beat he quickly started rubbing himself through his already unbuttoned pants. "You wanna sniff somethin' else, babe?" Sonic flirted. Obama nodded, eyeing Sonic's hard on. Obama quickly unbuttoned Sonic's pants as well. His member sprung out... he wasn't wearing underwear. It smelled so gross, so lewd. Obama couldn't help but put the thing into his mouth. Sonic gasped at this sudden warm, wet feeling on his throbbing cock...
Part 2?
