"Noon and fifteen minutes, I believe."

"Ah yes, very good then," he said, his eyes closed. He remained at rest for several seconds before shooting up out of fear. "Who was that?!" he craned his head in all directions, "Show yourself!"

An incandescent lamp flicked on behind him, and, forcing all of his weight to one side, he rolled about. "Roosevelt! My, I near had a heart attack!"

Theodore smiled. "My, my, after four years of passion, one'd think I'd be more warmly welcomed!"

"I thought you were in Africa!"

A devilish glint caught his eye. "I just wanted to wish you a proper goodbye," he said coquettishly.

William was unamused. "And what of those boys who're tagging along with you?" He frowned. "Just friends, I presume?"

"Oh William, you hurt me." He pouted and threw himself atop the president's sticky, gelatinous mass. "You're the only Rough Rider this man needs."

William knew that this was almost certainly false, but TR was such a charming devil that it didn't even seem to matter. Though very tired indeed, he was stirred by the caress of the younger man's lithe body on his, and, beneath spirals of tender fat, he could feel his member grow more turgid by the instant.

"Teedie," he said teasingly, "I'm hard."

Theodore simpered. "That's more like it," he said. "Now!" He clapped with joy. "Into the position!"

William shifted his back against the headboard, legs akimbo. "Oh my..." Theodore couldn't help but moan at the sight of his lover's figure in all of its glory. He crawled up into the warm space between his legs and grasped the apron of flesh which concealed his glorious genitals. Flipping it up, he gazed at the treasure beneath as if it were the holy grail itself. William tenderly grabbed the flap and Theodore flipped over onto all fours, his rump in the air. "I'm ready," he said. And William reminded him once more of the reason that he had chosen him as his successor.

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