The Secretary of Agriculture
CHAPTER FOUR: The First Time
Featuring U.S. Secretary of Agriculture, Sonny Perdue
I’m a congressional intern attending the Congressional Summer Intern Lecture Series (ILS). The Lecture Series brings prominent professionals and influencers in their respective fields to speak to summer interns about a variety of topics, from policy discussions to advice about pursuing a successful career in Washington, D.C. and around the world. This year’s speakers of interest were Agriculture Secretary Sonny Perdue, Senator Cory Gardner and Minority Leader Kevin McCarthy.
On Monday, October 21, 2019, Agriculture Secretary Perdue was the first Lecturer to speak and I sat right in the middle of the room with a full view of him. God how I wanted him. He was not just handsome–the man was hot. I looked at every line, every wrinkle on his face and guessed by the crow’s feet he was in his mid to late sixties or early seventies. Built like a stereotypical suburban granddad, on the one hand, with white hair wrapped around his bald head, clean-shaven and strong-chinned. On the other hand I could tell he took good care of his body. He was the husky in shape type. His shirt was tight around a well-crafted chest and tucked cleanly into slacks that hugged his thighs and ass. Damn. What a fucking man.
I didn’t take my eyes off the man as I did so. I wondered what would he think if he knew a guy like me wanted to fuck him. Just then, Sec. Perdue looked at me. In that minute I knew it–I could tell–he wanted me. I knew it instinctively, he had some latent homosexuality in him and he wanted me. I had to fuck him. After the lecture, even though we weren’t supposed to, I walked over and greeted him.
“Hello young man.” Sec. Perdue said, lingering by the exit door. He offered his hand as his blue eyes swept over me.
I had to snap out of my day dreaming because I was about to make a tent out of my pants. Well, one thing led to another and our conversation turned into how I would satisfy him if I got him into my bed.
I had to snap out of my day dreaming because I was about to make a tent out of my pants. I didn’t see his wife, and decided to make a bold move. I took the lounge chair next to him. He looked at me, nodded, and we introduced ourselves. And yes, we both were attending the same trade show, so the conversation flowed easily. I found out that his wife went out shopping, and he was just relaxing and trying to recover from the hectic day today.
Well, one thing led to another, and our conversation turned into how I would satisfy him if I got him into my bed.
“You really don’t beat around the bush do you? He responded.
“Well sir, I was taught to say what’s on my mind. I said.
“Well son, I feel the same way to tell the truth, life is too short to beat around the bush! He said.
"Well then, is there someplace we could go?” I said to Sec. Perdue.
“I think we could find a place.” He said casting me a sly grin.
The journey to his hotel room was unbearable. Officials to dodge, people for Sec. Perdue to nod away. But once we hit the quiet hallway on his floor, Sec. Perdue’s hands were on me as he steered me into what I assumed was his hotel room. I could only catch a quick glimpse of the large room and spacious bed before the lock clicked and Sec. Perdue was grinning at me again, his eyes blue and hungry.
I grinned back, moving toward him and plunging my tongue into his mouth. He moaned, suddenly weak and desperate; this powerful man, the United States Secretary of Agriculture, moaning as a simple intern kissed him. We began frantically pulling off our clothes. I didn’t know if he was eager or just didn’t have much time to “fraternize with the interns” before continuing on with his duties, but he wasn’t waiting for any conversation. I certainly didn’t mind.
As he slipped down his jockeys, I had to stop undressing, and stare at his wonderful dick. All 6 ½ inches of it pointed at the ceiling, and was framed by his grey pubic bush. His ripe nuts were hanging low to his body. I was just staring at his young beautiful body. All my blood had to be in my 7- inch dick as I was harder than I could remember being in a long time. I placed the palms of my hands on his firm chest as he placed his hand on my hard dick, feeling and testing the size.
“Oh, yeah,” he moaned, as he ran his hand down my tender, sensitive cock. I was afraid I was going to cream my underwear right then.
We sat on the bed at the same time hugged each other very hard before laying back onto the bed. Sonny spread his legs wide as I moved between his legs, my hands stroked their way up his inner thighs before I kissed the tip of his leaking cock. It throbbed as I held it firm at the base and began sucking it. As I developed a steady rhythm I felt his legs clasp around my back, I reached out and began playing with his nips as my mouth worked on his cock.
“I’m going to cum. I’m going to cum.” The old man warned. I wanted his load so I sucked and tongued his massive dick even more. “I’m cuming.”
And it did! I felt a strong stream of cum jetting form his dick. I swallowed and kept swallowing as Sonny’s cock squirted out his load. Then even as I continued to suck the last few drops of his cum out, the old man’s cock deflated.
Still wanting to fuck him, I did something that the old guy wasn’t expecting. I pushed his legs up, moved my face closer to his ass, I stuck out my tongue and slid it through the sweaty hairy crack. The scent drove me wild, I continued licking him here for ages. Then I brushed my tongue against his hole a few times before sliding the tip of it in.
“Yes!” Sonny moaned softly as my tongue worked in and out, eating him.
I could feel his body quiver as my tongue plunged deeper into his ass hole. I could feel his asshole relaxing; I moved my tongue away from him so that I could finger his ass.
“Shit!” Sonny called out in panic when he felt the first of my fingers slip in his hole.
“What are you doing?” He cried out, but he didn’t make any effort to stop me as I slipped a second finger in.
“Just opening you up.” I quickly answered as by now, I easily had three of my fingers in him.
A sure sign he was ready to be fucked. I moved up and pointed my cock head towards his butt hole, I pressed against him and the tip of my cock slid in.
“Ahh… shit, you’re killing me!” He cried out as I grabbed hold of his legs, sliding in further.
What a sight! My over-sized cock was stuffing itself into the tight hole of the United States Secretary of Agriculture! Not wanting to hurt him, I let him slowly adjust to me before I began to slowly fuck him. Sonny began moaning. It was very quiet, but with an encouraging note and every so often he would squeeze my dick with his ass muscles. I began to pick up the pace when I instantly hit the right spot as his cock came back to life. I leaned over and kissed him as I drove my dick deep into him. I broke our embrace and started planting kissing on his cheeks, forehead and all over his face.
“Fuck my ass!” The old man said in a choking, husky voice.
“Yeah… You like it. You want it. You love it. You were born to be fucked like this!” I said before kissing him again.
I known was getting closer as continued to fuck his hairy old ass. I wanted to fuck him for hours, but the pleasure mounted quickly and I couldn’t stop myself as his asshole felt too good to pull my cock out. I just fucked him harder and faster and extracted as much pleasure as possible knowing that the end was near.
“I’m cumming. I’m cumming!” Sonny suddenly yelped as another orgasm hit him, shooting more jism onto his belly and my chest.
During this, his ass muscles contracted spasmodically as a woman’s vaginal muscles do at orgasm which brought on my own. I was yelling something profane, nearly screaming and I came, punching an enormous load deep into his daddy bowels. I shot spurt after spurt into him while he cried "Yes! Yes!” as I slowed my pace and finished him off with gentle strokes.
Suddenly I was getting dressed like a madman as now the fantasy was done. Sonny was still lying on his back, breathing like he was having an attack with his cock was surprisingly semi-erect.
“Thanks… I enjoy it.” He said.
“You want my telephone number. Maybe when you’re in town you could give me a call and stop by?” I said as I reached for a pen and quickly scribbled my phone number on a piece of the newspaper.
“Yea, maybe I’ll call you.”
