Jacob Saggytits x Donald Trump SMUT

the trump stump

When Jacob woke, the usual warmth of Donald was gone, and so were his clothes, that had been lazily thrown on the ground due to the past nights events. Jacob looked around for a sign of his lover, but instead found a note :
Deer Jay Jay,
ya know ily but I just cant handle bottomin animor. u c every sinse i loose ma trumpy stumpy, doin the do wit u has ben bad af. like I cant handle ur big boy 12 yr old penis. i has gon into da wilderness to fine it.

soz bby I just want to b wit u butt i cant wit no ding dong

luv u jay bae xoxoxo

trump.

Jacob let the note fall through his hands, tears running down his cheeks. He tore himself away from the sheets and ran into the bathroom. Letting the hot water sizzle away at his skin and the memories Donald and Jacob had together. Like the time they went to skin piglets on their first date. Or the time were jacob caught Donald masturbating wiht a spork. Or the time they fisted each other in a child's playground. Beautiful, delicate memories.

While Jacob dressed himself, he came up with an amazing idea. He ran and began packing for his journey. He would find trump and together they would find the trump stump so they could frickle frickle. Jacob packed all his clothes and food for the long journey a head of him. How long would it take to find trump? Weeks? Months? He headed out the door when...

It was trump. Sitting two steps from their house and crying in his hands, Jacob quickly ran to his side and comforted him.

"Donald! My bby r u okay?" Donald looked up at the younger,

"JACOB?! HOW DID YOU FIND ME I WAS LOST!"

" You were just outside-" The pain in trumps eyes quickly turned to lust,

"I need you jay jay."

They rushed inside the and ran up the stairs to the bed room. Jacob pushed trump onto the bed with passion and desire burning in his throat. Donald eagerly explored the mouth of the younger boy, growing the younger harder by the second. Jacob started grinding on Donald, trying to get some relief from his 25 inch hard on. He moaned at the friction. But then Donald yells...