The 45th president of the great United States of America called his Vice President to the Oval Office late at night.
"Hello Mr. President. Why have I been called here so late?"
"Mike, listen. You know just as much as I do that the gays want rights."
"I am aware, sir."
"I think that if we want to understand this true evil, then we have to understand the gays."
"That doesn't sound very ethical..." Pence said, unsure.
"Mike, you also know that I am very mentally stable."
"I just don't know if that's a very Christian thing to do."
"There are ways to do it without being gay, Mike."
"Like what?"
"Well, I've done some research, and by that I mean I had someone else look it up for me."
"Of course," Mike responded.
"And they told me that it's not gay if you have your socks on."
"Interesting."
"So would you like to get started?"
"Of course. I swear to keep my socks on and I trust that you will too."
Trump grabbed Pence by the dick and pulled him towards the desk of the Oval Office.
"Oh god..." Pence nearly moaned at the touch of Trump's fat ass Cheeto-dusted fingers touching his 3.01 inch dick.
Trump made a show out of unzipping his pants and slowly pulling out his dick for display. To tease Pence while he rubbed him off through his pants.
Pence began to reach for Trump's dick when Trump grabbed his wrist and dragged Pence's hand up his body. He took one of Spence's fingers in his mouth and sucked it. Pence loved the feeling of Trump's crusty ass mouth on his finger. It got him even harder than he already was.
When things couldn't get any worse for Pence, Trump grabbed his own dick and jerked off while making direct eye contact with Pence.
And that was it for Pence. He loudly moaned as he nutted in his pants.
"Fuck.....fuck," Pence sighed.
"Did you fucking nut, Mike?"
"Y-yes sir..."
"That's fucking hot."
And they lived happily ever after.
