OMH x Richard Nixon

Author: chad thundercock

OMH x Nixon- Two Sides of The Same Coin (A Short Story)

It’s August 10th, 1974. Nixon had just resigned only yesterday due to the immense backlash and controversy surrounding the Watergate Scandal, making him the first president in U.S History to quit office. He was completely lost, he didn’t know what to do with his life. He sat in a dark room, laying on the bed and reading his fingers into his hair. He threaded his fingers through his thinning hair, softly bringing his finger tips to the recessed edges. He felt an overwhelming sense of despair wash over him at the realization that like his hairline, his career was pretty much over.

OMH had been working at his shift at Burger King, a franchise that he had surprisingly been employed at for over 27 years. OMH didn’t have much going for him in life, it was evident the moment his mother caught on to the fact he was severely intellectually handicapped. He couldn’t do simple tasks that other children could do such as walk or even really talk. All he did all day was let out gargantuan farts, where he would submerge himself in the odor and bask in it. He farted all day long, you could sniff his presence out from a mile away.

“Alright OMH your shift is OVER. Get the fuck out of here, you’re stinking up the goddamn place!” OMH’s boss yelled.

This was a common occurrence for OMH, he had a tendency to overstay his welcome.

It was a seemingly normal day, OMH was walking back home. He was huffing and puffing, due to his morbidly obese physique and his short stature. It was miraculous he was even able to walk himself without needing a wagon to drive him around. As he continued to make his way back home, he suddenly felt something at the bottom of his shoe.

He bent over and picked up a coin.

There was nothing particularly special about this coin, it was just an average copper coin and it was sort of cool because it was a $1 dollar coin. However, OMH had felt a rush of blood flow straight into his groin. As he examined the coin, tracing the rough edges, he observed the face of the man on the coin. It was Richard Nixon.

OMH wasn’t by any means educated or even slightly aware of the political atmosphere, so he had no clue who Richard Nixon was. All he knew was that he needed to meet him. He took a look around the street to see if anyone was around to witness the following action he would take. Seeing nobody was there, he slowly unzipped his pants and put the coin in his tip. The coin was safely secured due to OMH’s foreskin and the cheese that was harboring in his foreskin, allowing for a secure grip on the coin. OMH let out a loud moan at the cooling yet pleasurable sensation at the coin placement on his tip.
Nixon had needed a breath of fresh air, as the stifling air in his room had become too much for him.

Fate would have a different plan for both Nixon and OMH that day.

As Nixon walked out of his house and began wandering around the empty streets, he had felt a strong repugnant cheese and booty-like smell. The smell was absolutely atrocious to the average person, however, Nixon was enticed by this smell. He used his giant nose to sniff out the smell and was magically led to a giant, huge stranger.

This stranger would be no other than OMH himself.

There were no words needed between the two, the chemistry and attraction was instantaneous. Nixon’s mouth watered with hunger, he didn’t know where to place his gaze because OMH was so obese he spilled out into one’s peripheral vision. Immediately, Nixon dropped down and knelled on his knees in front of OMH, OMH tried looking down but was barely able to see Nixon due to his flabs being in the way.

“Please.. just let me do this?” Nixon pleaded.

OMH simply nodded.

Nixon didn’t waste a single moment after that nod, he unzipped OMH’s pants. Where his nub was revealed.

The cheese was crusting around the tip and the foul odor hit Nixon like the waves of the ocean. Slowly his tongue reached down and licked the foreskin. Nixon licked the crusty tip as if it were a popsicle. He went on for several minutes, before the coin revealed itself.

Nixon looked up, his mouth slightly open and his eyes glazed with desire.

“I guess we are two sides of the same coin, aren’t we?” Nixon mumbled before slowly taking OMH’s penis, the size of a Cheeto puff into his mouth. He wrapped his lips around it fully and began sucking.

While he may have become unemployed, he was in no shortage of work.