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  Obama unzipped his pants, his breath leaving in hot and heavy pants as he looked down at the redhead beneath him. Party was desperately sitting at Barack's feet with his mouth wide open. Mikey (or Kobra to Barack, he almost never gave his real name to anyone outside of his family circle) was gonna kill him for drinking his boyfriend's piss, but he was far too needy to care. 


  Ever since he saw Frank fucking that bull skull he found, their relationship has never been the same. Party fell into the arms of anyone at this point, as long as they showed him a good time with some of their warm urine. He was so lost in thought, that he didn't even notice it when his president started pissing into is small and delicate mouth.

  But the killjoy was fairly quick to start gulping down the salty liquid that belonged to Obama. He's never tasted anything so...extravagant. It was delicious, and tried to savor the taste, but Barack was just pissing too quick for him to keep up. The president rested a hand on top of Party's head as a motion of praise as he let out a relieved sigh. "Ah...doing very well my fellow american.." He hummed. 


  The killjoy happily closed his eyes as his face flushed red from the kind words. The urinal was almost never praised for his work, and more degraded, but he forgot how good it was to be treated well. He was starting to understand why Mikey loved him so much, and he may have been falling for Obama as well

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