Admin x Obama

Author: chad thundercock

Someone said I should write an Admin x Elon Musk fan fiction but Elon Musk is built like a deformed marshmallow and I knew that Obama and Admin would have more chemistry. This is a short story…

“Touch me, nobody is here to see us”

Those are the words that Obama muttered under the starlit sky to Admin, who was beginning to doze off.

Obama and Admin were on a camping trip, Obama had just recently been elected as President of the United States and King of Britain. He had the weight of the world on his shoulders with how much responsibility he had. Obama and Admin have been friends since young adulthood, they instantly clicked. Obama loved Admin’s casual, nonchalant yet alluring demeanor while Admin appreciated Obama’s quick witted humor. They were like two peas in a pot. However, as Obama began to move up in his political career, he began to have less time to spend with Admin. Admin was also beginning to get busy with his career, he founded a company named “All you can Use! Jelly Dildos INC”. He was the creator of special edition, never before seen dildos. They were squishy and felt like jello when you shoved them in. In the meantime, he also ran a site where users can watch disturbing movies for free called EFM.com.
However, Obama and Admin’s friendship was strong and could withstand the fast and often futile changes that life threw at them. They facetimed everyday and played Gakuran on roblox together while catching up on all the new Love Island episodes. One day they decided they should hangout again, Obama was back in town and Admin had just moved into a cabin by a forest as he preferred a peaceful and secluded lifestyle.
“Hey Obama, let’s go on a camping trip together. It will be just us, and some marshmallows and crackers of course!” Admin suggested the idea as they had just finished a round of Dress to Impress.
“Sounds fun, count me in!” Obama winked on facetime, Admin could feel his face flush as he stared at the screen.

And so the trip was scheduled and they met up. They had a fun time, they made many funny youtube shorts videos and choreographed a dance to the song “Believer” by Imagine Dragons. However, it was getting late and they had to set up their tent. Despite Obama being rich, he still preferred to live a frugal lifestyle and so they decided to share a tent to be able to pack back up easier.
They set the tent up and were ready to go to sleep. They were sleeping right next to each other, they were close enough where it wasn’t awkward. It was just friendship, of course.

However, several minutes passed, then an hour. Obama’s gaze lingered on Admin’s face, Obama studied his lips, that looked juicy and pillowy, his sharp, MANLY nose, before his gaze lingered downwards. He looked at the tight, black shirt that Admin was wearing, the shirt was like a wrapper on a treat. A treat that Obama’s lips couldn’t resist.

Slowly, Obama shoved a hand down his pants. He imagined it was Admin’s hand, his face slowly finding its place in the crook of Admin’s arm.

Obama’s breath was quiet yet unsteady, his movements were jittery and shaky, consequently waking Admin up.
Admin, who was pulled out of his dream, woke up to find his gaze settling into Obama’s vulnerable state. He gently put his arm on Obama’s upper arm, not wanting to startle him.

“Fuck,” Obama hissed softly, his breathing coming to a complete stop. His eyes widening and the sensations he was feeling amplified ten fold.

“You know, you could have just woken me up if you needed some… help..” Admin said. Lifting himself with an elbow and leaning in, closer to Obama.

Obama was speechless, he had no words and was frankly too embarrassed to form a response.

Admin sat up, leaning even closer, testing the waters. He could see the desperate, hungry look in Obama’s eyes.

Suddenly Obama muttered, “Touch me, nobody is here to see us”.

Admin was more than satisfied with those words and slowly pinned Obama down, peppering soft kisses on Obama’s face, lips, and neck.

Obama arched his hips up, desperate for Admin to touch his groin.

Admin’s hand slowly moved up to Obama’s neck, gently squeezing it as he leaned into Obama’s ear…
“Tell me what you want”, Admin whispered.
“I…I want you t-to.. Use me like one of your dildos” Obama muttered, his face flushed like a tomato.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah” Obama said, with no uncertainty.