How do you think he'll ultimately be remembered? Dustbin of history?

I think he'll be remembered as the coward who didn't stand up to the bully that literally gave his phone number out to the public just to be an asshole. I think he'll be remembered as a two-bit Southern politician who made his name by acting as one of the managers of the Clinton Impeachment even though it seemed like he was worried his sister was going to wash his mouth out every time he said "sex" with an uncomfortable grin on his face.

Hopefully people will remember that Graham stood up after the January 6th insurrection and said that he had finally had "enough" of Donald Trump. And then, just a few months later he said the country couldn't do without Trump's leadership and started heading back down to Mar-a-Lago to kiss the golden ring and the orange ass.

Mike Pence was Donald Trump's biggest ass-kisser for all but the last three weeks of Trump's first term. But when Trump incited the insurrection that attacked the Capitol and tried to overturn the 2020 election (and kill Vice President Pence), Pence NEVER tried to weasel his way back into Trump's good graces like Lindsey Graham and Congressional Republicans. He stood up and talked about how Donald Trump was not the type of person who should be leading this country -- like John McCain did before he died. Lindsey Graham would have thrown all of them under the bus if it meant he got a better seat on Trump's patio.

Chapter Two: The Three Amigos' Secret Rally

Featuring Senators John McCain, Joe Lieberman, and Lindsey Graham

The air was charged with patriotism and the echoes of speeches as Senators John McCain, Joe Lieberman, and Lindsey Graham left the Vets for Freedom rally on Capitol Hill. Known as the "Three Amigos" for their close bond, shared military hawkishness, and frequent travels together, the trio had a camaraderie that was both public and, unbeknownst to most, deeply private. Back at McCain's office, the atmosphere shifted from political to personal. The walls that held framed photos of military service and political achievements seemed to guard secrets of a different nature. McCain, with his raspy voice and commanding presence, was the first to break the silence.

"Lindsey! Lindsey! Get over here!" McCain called out, his tone playful yet authoritative. Graham, ever eager, moved towards McCain with a grin, his eyes lighting up with the anticipation of what was to come.

"You called, sir?" he replied, his voice laced with a mix of respect and mischief.

"You know what I want, you little jerk," McCain growled, his smirk a promise of the pleasure to come.

Graham's response was to slip out of his jacket, his body language inviting, his eyes hungry with anticipation. Graham knelt, the plush carpet soft under his knees, his hands trembling slightly as he unzipped McCain's trousers, revealing his hard cock. The sound was loud in the quiet room, almost obscene. His fingers brushed against the warm, hard skin of McCain's cock, feeling the pulse of his arousal.

"Fuck, you're eager today," McCain murmured, his hand guiding Graham's head down, the scent of his musk overwhelming.

"Suck it like you mean it."

Graham didn't need further prompting; he took McCain McCain into his mouth, his lips stretching around McCain's girth, his tongue swirling around the head before taking him deep, saliva dripping down his chin. McCain's hand tangled in Graham's hair, guiding him with a firm grip, his hips bucking slightly as Graham worked him with skill and enthusiasm. The taste of salt and skin filling Graham's senses as his tongue working furiously.

"That's it, take it all. Show me how much you fucking love it," McCain groaned, his grip on Graham's hair almost painful, saliva stretching from Graham's lips as he pulled back for air.

Behind them, Joe Lieberman watched, his eyes dark with desire, before moving behind Graham. His own erection was already straining against his trousers, which he quickly freed as he prepared himself adding to the symphony of anticipation.

"You ready for this, Lindsey?" he asked, his voice a low, sultry murmur. He prepared Graham with slick, lubed fingers, pressing in, stretching him, each movement sending shivers up his spine. Graham could only moan that vibrated around McCain’s cock, but his body language screamed consent, his hips pushing back against Lieberman's probing fingers.

With Graham ready, Lieberman positioned himself, entering him slowly at first, his eyes closing as he savored the warmth and tightness. Lieberman thrusts starting slow but quickly escalating, his eyes locked on the way Graham's body accepted him. Graham's body rocked back against Lieberman, taking him in deeper, while still focusing on pleasuring McCain. The room was filled with the sounds of their heavy breathing, the wet, slick sounds of sex, and the soft slaps of skin against skin.

"You're going to take us both like the good little senator you are," Lieberman whispered, his breath hot against Graham's ear, the scent of his arousal mixing with the musky air.

When it was time to switch, McCain withdrew from Graham's mouth with a loud, wet sound.

"Spread wider, Lindsey," he commanded, now behind Graham. With his cock, glistening with Graham's spit, slid in with a resistance that made both men gasp. Graham could feel every inch, every vein, the sensation almost too much as his own cock throbbed in neglect. McCain's thrusts were hard and deep, his hands gripping Graham's hips with a force that would leave marks.

"Fuck, yes," McCain hissed, each thrust a forceful claim, his balls slapping against Graham with each movement.

"Fuck, harder, Senator," Graham managed to gasp out, his voice a cocktail of pain and ecstasy, his body rocking between the two men.

Lieberman, now in front, smirked, "Open up," and Graham obeyed, his mouth already stretched from McCain now taking Lieberman's length, his eyes watering as he was filled from both ends. The sounds of Graham's gagging mixing with the squelch of Lieberman's thrusts into his mouth, matching McCain's rhythm.

"You like being our little plaything, don't you?" Lieberman's voice was thick with lust.

Graham could only moan around Lieberman's cock, his body trembling with the intensity of being double-teamed, his senses overwhelmed by the scent of musk, sex, and the taste of pre-cum.

"I'm going to fucking ruin you," McCain growled, his thrusts relentless, the smell of sweat and sex filling the room, his hands leaving red marks on Graham's hips.

Graham was caught in a relentless rhythm, his body a conduit for their pleasure, his own arousal building to a peak. The air was thick with the musk of sex, the scent of sweat and desire, as they moved together, each man finding his pleasure in this complex dance of power and submission.

As climax approached, McCain's movements became erratic, his breath hitching before he pulled out, spilling over Graham's back, marking him like a territory claimed.

"Fuck, you're mine," he panted, his breath ragged.

Just then, Lieberman, following suit, leaving Lindsey's mouth and shot his huge load of white cum onto his face with a groan. His load was dripping down Lindsey's chin when he with a few quick strokes from his own hand, followed suit, his orgasm drawn out by the intensity of the encounter, the smell of sex and satisfaction permeating the room.

Breathing heavily, they collapsed together, their bodies slick with sweat, cum, and the evidence of their debauchery. Laughter followed, a release of tension, a shared acknowledgment of their bond in this most private of settings, where the public's perception of the "Three Amigos" was far from the reality.

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