The Nato Conference He Didn't Expect

Chapter one: Uh Oh

Justin Trudeau sighed shakily as he straightened his tie in the bathroom. He was at the NATO conference and he was very nervous. He had just been re-elected, and he was on edge. Hopefully Andrew Scheer won't leak the nudes he sent him...

The door swung open and Justin jumped out of his skin, only to see Boris Johnson. Justin sighed in relief. "Oh Boris, it's you. I expected someone worse.." Justin said, laughing a little at his nervous behaviour. Boris just smiled. "Nervous are ya?" He chuckled before going to the toilet. "It's alright, Justin. You just gotta-" he let out a groan as a loud ass rip was heard, and oh lord it sounded wet. He wrecked absolute havoc on the toilet, the anal spray could probably be heard from the other room, Boris groaning loudly. "Ah fuck...push through.." he chuckled. Justin looked disgusted, and that only made him sweat more. "Shouldn't have ate 4 beans on toast...Jeremy was right.." Boris laughed. Justin just sighed. "Yeah...but what will they think of me??" Justin worried. Boris wiped his arse and flushed, it took 3 flushes to flush whatever Boris's ass unleashed into the bowl to stuff it down the drain. Boris soon came out, washing his hands in the sink beside Justin. "Don't worry about them Justin. I think you need to relax a little. Why don't you come with me and have a cup of tea in the back? I hate seeing you so stressed." he looked at the Canadian.

Justin looked at Boris and smiled. "S-Sure, if you want me to! Sorry about all this.." he said, so typically Canadian. It made Boris smiled. "Don't be, we all get nervous!" he put a short arm around Justin, squishing his waist slightly. Justin's face heated. "Ah..yes of course.." the way Boris grabbed Justin made him sweat. Such a tight grip around such a sensitive area. Boris led him out of the washroom that wreaked of tori bean shit. Boris felt very confident having one of the cutest prime ministers under his arm, he felt like the NATO pimp. He gave Angela Merkel a sly smirk...Angela fumed at him. "Vhat a fucking slut!!" she whispered to Erna Solberg who rolled her eyes. "Idiot Brit..dont get yourself worked up."

Boris dragged the Canadian bottom to the back room, which had tea and muffins set out nicely, along with a couch beside it. Boris sat down with Justin and started to pour a cup of tea for him. "Thank you so much.." he smiled softly and sat back, trying to relax a little. But it was hard. So many things were on his mind. Boris handed him a warm cup and then poured himself a cup and sat back. "Tell me Justin, what is on your mind that is botherin' ya so much.." Boris smiled at him. Justin looked down into his tea. "Well...ever since the..scandal... I felt everyone is calling me racist behind my back..." he winced a little as he remembered. No one will let him forget the time he wore a towel around his head and wore a charcoal face mask. Everyone assumed the worst. Boris sighed softly and sipped his tea. "Listen, Justin..I would never talk bad about you...I have more important things to do then slander a cute bub like yourself, I have to get brexit done. Plus, I see nothing wrong with dressing up."  he said warmly. Justin's face went red at his compliment. "Ah, you really think so??" Justin looked surprised at Boris. He saw nothing wrong? That was amazing! That made him feel so much better! Boris nodded and smiled at Justin's surprise. So childlike and innocent. "Of course...now relax." he sat up, gently massaging Justin's shoulders.

Justin gasped a little. "B-Boris! I dont think this is appropriate-" Justin started, but was cut off by Boris hushing him. "Just relax~ It will make you feel better, Justin~" He purred into his ear as he continued to massage his shoulders, going in little circles. Justin bit his lip and softly winced, as he was tender. His face was reder then Onision's greasy face. He looked at Boris, his eyes full of worry and unease. Boris noticed this and applied more pressure. "A-Ah! Boris, youre hurting.." Justin whimpered, his back arched. "Ah, my apologies Justin..I know something that will make up for it though.." Boris went and sat on the couch, grabbing his suit and undoing it.

This was a rush Justin couldnt handle. "B-Boris! We can't do this..n-not here..and you know my heart belongs to Jagmeet..." Justin whimpered, trying to get Boris to stop. "Ah yes, but can he play flappy bird at the house of commons meeting like I can?" he asked, undoing Justin's white button up, revealing his chest. Justin whimpered. "A-Are you sure we should be doing this at the conference meeting?? I don't want another scandal.." Justin winced, but all the worry went away as Boris buried his face into his young chest, licking and kissing the maple syrup twink. Justin gasped and softly moaned, sitting back. Now he was really relaxing, as the chest worship felt nice. Of course, Boris felt intoxicated. It had been quite long since he had young meat, and it was amazing to get it again, he was grunting like a beast. "Ah...ah..s-stop stop!" Justin pushed Boris away, panting. "W-We can't be doing this..!"