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It was a lazy Sunday at the mystery shack. Stan and Rick were just the only people there. Tours were closed, Ford went to Fiddleford’s, and the kids headed to town. Stan and Rick were just making cocktails and chatting about old crushes until Rick listed one that left Stan completely shell shocked.
“Wait a sec, you used to date the president!” Stan’s jaw dropped. He keeps forgetting that Rick dated a lot of odd people. Hell, he fucked a planet. “Well, i-it kinda complicated, before we got back together. I kinda h-hang out with him, but knowing me things didn’t work out.” Rick sipped his cocktail.
“That makes sense.” Stan said with understanding. Especially, knowing he has a long line of Ex’s, even one who is a witch, believe it or not. “Yup, now I basically help him with s-shit he needs or if there is a serious emergency.
“Wow, that must be kind of awkward to know you dated him .”
“I-it is but no b-big deal. One hand we get along, the o-other we fight t-till something interrupts us. No surprises there, Stan knew that Rick can be an ass sometimes.
Even if it’s something that is not a big deal, at the end of the day, Rick can show that he’s not a total ass if he wants to.
Suddenly, Rick’s phone starts buzzing as he picks it up to see who’s calling. His eyes widened to a dish’s size as Stan also looked to see the caller.
“Speak of the devil, gonna answer it?” Stan questioned.
“Yeah, I bet another alien probably infested the sex tunnels.” Rick said as the phone dials.
“Wait, sex tunnels?’
“L-long story, yello?” Rick answered “Sanchez, the weapon you gave us is not working.
Can you come down here and fix it?” President Curtis asked. “Sure, b-but which weapon? I'm pretty sure I gave you a l-lot of weapons.”
“The one that turns people into orcas, a thunderstorm knocked out.” “Right, be over in a minute.” Rick said as he hung up. Hey Lee, wanna come?” Rick asked and picked up his tools. “What the hell, I got nothing to do anyway, Let me get my pants first tho.”
Meanwhile at the Oval Office, a green portal appears in front of President Curtis and his guards, Revealing a blue-hair and a scruffy old man with a toolbox.
“Well, if isn’t the man of the hour and who’s this? “This is m-my boyfriend Stan, he will be joining me. So where's the Orcafier?” “Right here, we tried to turn back on, but it exploded.”
“Probably, it must have been o-overloaded when the storm hit it. This might take an h-hour or two.” Rick confirmed while he took out the tools. While Rick was fixing the machine, a thought clouds Stan’s head as he looks at the president. After fixing the machine, Curtis and the duo head back to the office, the thought still followed Stan. His face, his voice, like everything about him felt familiar to him.
He doubted that might be deja vu, but something felt amiss. “Well, it’s back on and j-just to be safe. There is an extra power core in case.” “Excellent, now Sea-World can finally shut up about needing more orcas.” “Wait Sea-World?”
“You sell m-man-turned orcas to Sea-World?” “Yes, except we tell them the man-part tho.”
“Sorry to interrupt fellas, but I feel like I know you. What your name Mr. President?” Stan asked with curiosity. “Curtis, why” And then hits him like a brick, that name was the key. He knew that name was familiar, especially since he felt nervous when he said his name.
“Oh, shit! You're Cowboy Curtis.” “Wait, who?” Rick questioned.
“Cowboy Curtis, he was a stripper I knew back in Vegas.” “What the hell, how do you do that?” Curtis said with shock.
“Remember, you used to serve me back in Vegas.”
“The fuck? You too know each other.” Rick said as his eyes widened. “He was a one-night stand!” both of them reply.
“This was after you and I parted ways Rick, I remember going back to Vegas for a vacation. During my time there, I got a free offer where an actor performed in private. And the next thing I knew, a guy dressed up as a cowboy was grinding and stripping in front of me, But I had more than just that.” It was coming back to Stan, it was fuzzy but clear.
He remembers his cowboy accent, his red bandana and his colorful but skimpy thong. “Wait, you were a s-stripper?” “I was, Cowboy Curtis was a name I made myself but I kept it a secret. To my family, to my job, to the world.” I was in my thirties and needed the money, but kept the job as private as I could. I felt like a star, a person that everybody wants and it felt great.”
“After I became president, I knew that I had to leave it all behind, especially from my foes. So I got rid of anything to Cowboy Curtis. As for Curtis, he was stunned that someone knew about his embarrassing past, especially from someone he didn’t know. “You're not gonna tell anyone, are you?” President Curtis nervously asked.
“No, b-but there is something I want in return.” Rick said with a smirk.
“What do you have in mind? Hosting the Oscars again.”
“No, I wanna see Cowboy Curtis in the f-flesh.”
“Wait, no!” “Come on, d-don’t you wish to be him again, even just f-for one day?”
“Howdy partners, my name is Cowboy Curtis. The rootiness, sexyness, cowboy in the west!”
As porno music begins to play, Curtis starts to dance in front of an audience of two. One at a time, Curtis took off his clothes while staying with the rhythm. From his hat to boots, the only thing he is wearing left is that tight thong. It’s a miracle that still fits him. He felt like a star again, like if all the stress from his job just disappeared.
Curtis finally took off his thong, revealing his pre-cum leaking cock in front of Stan. As Curtis and Stan began to make-out, Rick felt his pants leaking and took out his cock. He was enjoying this, it felt like a movie to him. As Curtis laid on the bed, he played with Stan’s nipples, making him curse and nip on Curtis’s ears. “Ready for the finale cowboy?” Stan said a grin.
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“Ohhhhh..~!! Oh Fuck..Fuck..Keep going!” Curtis shouted. His hole was getting destroyed by Stan’s thick cock while Rick jerks off with glee.
Stan was leaving a trail of hickeys on Curtis’s neck, making his toes curl with each sloppy kiss. Everything from that coming back to Curtis, but he remembered was doing his job, however Stan was a different story to the people he danced to. After sharing a drink or two and getting buzzed, they had the most passionate sex that no one but them knew.
It was like something out of a porno, the sloppy kissing, the rough thrusting and the satisfying part, the climax. They were on Curtis’s bed in the white house, thankfully no guards or anyone else came to check. Especially, knowing that Curtis was letting some noise out. “That right cowboy, r-ride that horse!” Rick playfully said.
“Fuck you Sanchez…Ohh…Oh god..oh!” Curtis let out. He was getting his brains fucked out, With each thrust getting more powerful as it goes on. “Just as I remember and he still moans exactly like you.” Stan let out a chuckle. Yeah, but he hasn't taken your big dick in a long time.
“Long time, last night you were crying.” I wasn’t crying! Anyway, so Curt, how is it so far?”
“Like Heaven..” Curtis replied. “Fuck… Sure you don’t join Rick?”
Stan asked. “Nah, I'm enjoying this so far”. “Ya sure…fuck this is hot! sweat starts to pour down on their chest, tracing the lines of their bodys.
Honestly, Rick decided that looks way much better than jerking off. “Second thought, fuck that. Leave some room f-for papa.” Rick said he unbuckled his belt and dropped his underwear. Stan grabbed Curtis by his feet to give Rick space, as Rick sat on the other side of the bed, his dick landed on Curtis’s head.
“Now open wide, Cowbitch!” Rick said as he forcefully put his cock into Curtis’s mouth. Curtis' moans were muffed by Rick's cock as his balls kept slapping his face. Rick could feel Curt’s tongue swirl and the warmth tightening at the end, he was going down his throat. Curtis felt like a fingertrap, only to breath through his nose, he was trapped getting his ass and mouth destroyed. He can feel his orgasm growing by the minute a string of cum starts falling out.
“That’s it Curt, fuck. Take it all..Big Cockgobbler..Fucking take it bitch!” Rick said as took his sweater. As for Stan, he was like an animal, letting out growls and moans as it gets faster. “Here it comes! Both of them as Spurts of cum began to fall out like a water fountain.
Curtis was riding out the orgasm, everything hurts, his throat hurts, his ass, but he loved it. "Mmmm...mmmm..mm.!!" was the only thing Curtis let out, he felt ragged, he was gasping for air and he sunbathed in cum.
After getting cleaned up, saying goodbye to the duo, A thought came to President Curtis' head. As much as he misses being Cowboy Curtis, but still wanna keep it private, he had an idea. An idea so big, that wouldn’t be the last of Cowboy Curtis.