The Journey Begins

Written By: D’be-D’be


Robert Pierce, President of the United States, woke up with a start. He began to panic for a second when he tried to get up and felt pinned down. He couldn't figure it out. Then he heard a soft moan coming from his left and it all came back to him. He turned his face to glance over at Billy Walker and a warm fuzzy feeling started fluttering in his stomach. He slowly removed Walker's arm from around his waist and slipped out of bed to make his way to the bathroom, grabbing his watch off the nightstand as he passed. Pierce closed the door as quietly as he could before turning on the light. Looking at his watch he noticed it was only two o'clock in the morning, so he still had few hours of sleep left. As he pulled down his shorts, the elastic rubbed against his left cheek and caused Pierce to winch. "Shit!" he swore under his breath, his behind still smarted from his first bout of discipline at Billy's hands.

The President had just finished relieving himself and had begun to pull up his shorts when he heard a large bang and saw a flash from the bathroom window. His heart dropped to his stomach as he finished pulling up his shorts. ‘Oh God, not a thunderstorm.’ he prayed. Pierce was afraid of thunder ever since his tent was struck by a lighting strike on a camping trip his father took him on to celebrate his sixteenth birthday. He barely got out alive and was chastised by his dad when he found his son crying. "Men don't cry." Robert Sr. told his son. "Stop being such a big baby!" Ever since then, Pierce never admitted to anyone how afraid a thunderstorm made him. As another clap was heard overhead, Pierce threw open the door and, with one leap, jumped into bed and grabbed a hold of Walker, who also was awakened by the loud clap.

"Whoa there, Slugger. Where's the fire?" Walker asked.

Pierce snuggled closer as another lightning flash lit up the night sky.

"You afraid"? Walker whispered, his arms closing around Pierce in a gesture of security.

Remembering the words of his father, Pierce answered in the negative but when another clap banged overhead making the windows rattle, Pierce gripped Walker even tighter.

"Feels to me," Walker said as he began to rub Pierce's back in a comforting manner, "that you are."

Pierce loosened his grip on Walker's shirt and, with his lower lip caught in his teeth to hold back the tears, he reached down and took Walker's hand, twining their fingers together

"You're right. I'm afraid of thunder." Pierce told him why and how his dad reacted.

"Oh, sweetheart. Your dad was wrong. A real man isn't afraid to admit his fears or to show his true feelings."

"Really, Billy?" Pierce asked, through the tears he finally let fall.

"Really Robie! Hey, how about I take your mind of that big bad storm out there, eh?"

Walker, without waiting for a reply, tucked his hand under the front of Pierce's shirt and caressed his belly gently.

Pierce stirred and released Walker's hand. "How are you going to do that?" Another huge clap of thunder made Pierce squeeze his eyes tightly shut.

Turning their bodies until Pierce lay sprawled on the bed, Walker whispered, "You leave that to me!"

Slowly, very slowly, Walker took off Pierce's shirt and under shorts, taking extra care to punctuate each bolt of lightning with a kiss or a flick of his tongue across a quivering patch of skin. When the thunder rumbled right over their heads, Walker's strong hands gripped Pierce's thighs and spread them wide. Soon Pierce's hands gripped at the short strands of Walker's hair as he settled between his outstretched legs. His awareness of the storm began to fade as Walker's warm breath caressed the smooth flesh of his genitals. As Walker's tongue did its’ job, his hands skimmed over Pierces flat belly, upwards and over his chest, teasing his nipples that hardened instantly. Pierce became oblivious to the storm when he felt Walker's mouth incase his erect penis and with deep pleasure he raised his arms over his head and dug his heals into the mattress. Walker slid his mouth up and blew gently on the tip of Pierce's penis, which made Pierce arch his back and groan. He then slipped it back down his throat and with his left hand he massaged Pierce's balls. By the way Pierce was moaning, Walker knew the time was at hand and he pulled his mouth off and replaced it with his left hand and brought Pierce to a crashing climax. At the same time Walker used his right hand to bring himself to the same conclusion. The two men just lay there for a few minutes and then Pierce rolled into Walker's arms, giving him a passionate kiss.

"Oh my God, Billy. I've never experienced anything like that before. It was wonderful!"

"That was only the beginning, Slugger. There are better things to come"

The thunderstorm had passed by the time their breathing returned to normal. Walker turned on his side and cradled Pierce against the front of his body and flipped the blanket over them so they could get a few more hours sleep.

The alarm went off at five-fifteen, as it did every morning. The President was an early riser. He always had been. Without disturbing Walker, he grabbed his gym clothes and headed for the gym for his regular morning workout. After forty-five minutes of a hard workout, he decided to use the showers down here so he wouldn't disturb Billy who he knew didn't like to wake up anytime before seven o’clock.

Showered, shaved and dressed in a t-shirt and blue jeans, Pierce re-entered the bedroom to find Walker sitting up in bed reading the morning paper and drinking a huge mug of coffee.

"Hey, Slugger. How was your workout?"

"Great, and now I'm ready for a big breakfast. I'm starving!"

"How does omelets, bacon, and hot toast sound?"

"Wonderful, Billy"

"Great! So, help yourself to a cup of coffee while I prepare breakfast. We still have a couple of hours before Dr. Harris gets here"

"Dr. Harris!" Pierce shouted. "Why is he coming here?"

"He's coming to give you that exam you skipped out on."

"No way! Call him back and tell him not to come, because he's wasting his time. I'm not going to let him examine me!"

"Oh yes you are, Robie, or do I have to convince you the same way I did the yesterday?"

"Oh come on, Billy. Not that!"

"Fine. Then it's settled. Let's go eat!"

"I'm not hungry anymore. I'll just have coffee."

"Suit yourself. But come keep me company while I eat, okay?" Walker led Pierce into the private kitchen. He was just searching for a deep frying pan, when the intercom buzzed and the voice of the Marine guarding the gate informed them that Dr. Harris was on his way up to the cabin.

Walker, instructing Pierce to stay put, went to let the doctor in and walked with him to the fully-equipped medical facility in the basement. Coming back into the kitchen to retrieve the President, Walker found the room empty. He ran to the window and noticed the limo, which was always parked out front, was also missing. "That little scamp!" Walker grumbled. Quickly he ran to the intercom and got a hold of the gate.

"Has the President passed through yet, Marine?"

"No, sir. His car is just approaching the guard house"

"Good! Don't let him pass. I've just received an urgent phone call that demands his immediate attention. I'll be right down to get him."

"Yes sir, Mr. Vice-President."

Walker did his best to calm his anger as he approached the guardhouse. "Mr. President, you have to come back right away. The President of the Soviet Union is on the phone and it is imperative that he speak to you."

Knowing he had been caught and seeing the look in Walker's eyes, Pierce resigned himself to his fate and returned with his Vice-President to the cabin.

As soon as they were in the foyer, Walker grabbed Pierce by the arm and dragged him over to the stairs. He placed his left foot on the third step and then pulled Pierce down over his knee, giving him three solid smacks on the rear.

"Owww...Billy...stop .....I'm sorry I ran....I panicked that's all....please...."

Walker pulled Pierce off his leg and the two men sat down on the steps. Walker took Pierce in his arms and kissed him gently on the forehead. "I know you're scared, but I'll be with you every step of the way"

"If you knew I was scared, why did you spank me?"

"I spanked you, because you disobeyed me and ran away, not because you were scared. I'd never spank you because you were frightened. Only if you break my trust or my rules, understand?"

"Yeah, I guess so. I have a lot to learn and get used to, don't I?"

"You sure do, Slugger. Don't worry you'll adjust to this relationship quick enough. You're a fast study."

"Will you stay with me when Harris examines me?"

"Of course I will. Now, let's go."

Dr. Harris, who was a Captain in the US Navy and the official physician of the administration, was all ready when the two men entered the examining room.

"All right, Mr. President, why don't you just drop your jeans and bend over the examining table over there." Dr. Harris urged.

Pierce started to undo his belt buckle and just as he started unzipping his jeans, he heard the snap of the rubber glove as Harris was preparing for the prostate exam. Grabbing his jeans by the band so they wouldn't fall off, Pierce ran quickly to the bathroom and became violently ill. Walker ran in after him and rubbed his back in a comforting gesture until it was over. When Pierce had stopped throwing up, Walker washed his face with a cool cloth.

"I can't do this, Billy. I can't!"

"Sure you can, Robie. Just be brave and before you know it, it will all be over. Now come on." Walker brushed a tear off Pierce's face and led him back into the room.

Seeing that the President was in stress, the doctor suggested that the Vice-President do the examination. Pierce looked over at Walker who gave him a reassuring smile. With downcast eyes, Pierce mumbled, "I'd like that."

"Fine Mr. President. Why don't you remove your pants and shorts, lie on your left side on the table, and pull your knees up in a fetal position." When Harris saw that the President was ready, he gave Walker a rubber glove and instructed him to thoroughly lubricate his index finger with vaseline. "All you have to do, sir, is slip your finger in up to your knuckle and the postate will be easily felt, like a golf ball through a piece of wax paper. You'll know when you're doing it correctly, because it is very sensitive and it will cause the President to achieve an erection. Don't let this alarm you. It is a normal reaction. When you've found it, I'll tell you what to look for"

"All right, Mr. President. Are you ready?" Harris asked.

"No, but let's get it over with."

Walker walked over to the table and placed a reassuring hand on the President's shoulder. "Just try to relax, Robie, and I'll be as gentle as I can."

As Pierce felt his rear cheeks being spread apart and Walker's finger invading him, he gave out a low moan. Fearing that he had hurt Pierce, Walker stopped his penetration. "Are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm okay. Keep going."

Walker kept pushing in his index finger until he had reached the prostate and he began to rub it gently. Pierce immediately became aroused and his breath became quick. "Oh God, Billy...oh stop...please stop."

Harris, knowing the President was alarmed at his reaction, reassured him that it was only normal and told Walker to continue. "Just breathe slowly, sir. Try to relax." Harris told Pierce.

"Easy for you to say. You don't have a finger up YOUR ass!!!" Pierce rebutted.

Harris just laughed as he continued to give instructions to Walker. "Okay, sir. Use a sweeping motion of the finger on one side, and then switch to the other to make sure you cover as much of the surface as possible." Harris knew Walker was doing it right when he noticed Pierce was now fully erect. As he heard Pierce quietly moaning to himself he then instructed Walker to feel for the rounded shape and the borders of the prostate and he told him it shouldn't be any bigger that a walnut and fairly firm.

When Walker was sure he had fully examined the prostate and followed the doctor's instructions to the letter, he extracted his finger. Pierce gave a sigh of relief and soon his erection was gone. Walker bent low and whispered into Pierce's ear. "Atta boy...you did great...I'm proud of you. Now just relax for a minute."

"Doc, it felt bigger that a walnut and the texture was a little inconsistent. Maybe you should take a look yourself."

"Robie" Walker spoke to the President. "I'm sorry, but I think the doctor better take a look because what I felt didn't feel right. Now hold of my hand and take slow deep breaths."

Harris didn't wait for the President to protest. He just slipped on the rubber glove and, with his index finger, began slipping into the President. Pierce feeling himself getting aroused, for the second time in five minutes, took hold of Walker's hand and just squeezed it hard. Since Harris was an expert at this type of thing, it didn't take him long and within thirty seconds he was done. He came to the same conclusion as Walker and he told the President that he would schedule a colonscopy for next weekend, but it could be done here at Camp David, since there was a portable machine available.

"I recommend that you clear your schedule for next Friday because it is essential that the bowel be thoroughly clean. Even a small amount of stool can interfere with the lens of the endoscope. Forty-eight hours prior to the procedure you are limited to clear liquids only like broth, jello or fruit juices. Then two nights before the procedure, you are to take milk of magnesia. The night before, you will consume two ounces of castor oil and ten ounces of magnesium citrate, orally."

Walker spoke for the President. "I anticipated that may be the case so I asked his Chief of Staff to make sure the President would be free to come to Camp David Friday afternoon.

Seeing that Walker was in charge, Pierce just kept his mouth shut and began to dress.

"Great! Then I will see you next Sunday morning, Mr. President. Until then, take care"

Shaking hands with the Doctor, Pierce bid him goodbye, leaving Walker to walk the doctor out to his car.

The rest of the day went by quickly. Walker made the two men a light lunch of sandwiches and chips, then they settled down on the sofa to watch the ball game.

At first Pierce was a little pouty but after awhile, craving the comfort of Walker's arms, he moved over next to the older man and cuddled up close. They stayed that way until it was time to return to Washington. Pierce saw Camp David getting smaller as Marine One flew over the treetops. He made a silent wish that a small disaster would occur that would prevent them from having to return here next weekend, but of course that didn't happen and before he knew it, it was Friday again and he and Walker were making their way back to Camp David.

Walker knew he was in for a long couple of days, because by early evening, Pierce was constantly complaining about how hungry he was and his mood wasn't helped by his constant trips to the bathroom. Walker, trying to make Pierce feel better, decided to also restrict his own diet, but he saw his plan wasn't working to well. Pierce became more agitated as the night and the next day wore on. But by Saturday evening, Pierce was so weak and nauseated by the second dose of bowel relaxer all he wanted to do was cuddle up and sleep. By Sunday morning Walker had to accompany Pierce to the bathroom in case he fainted. He was very relieved when Dr. Harris returned at nine that morning.

Walker practically had to carry Pierce down stairs to the office. Once there, he undressed him and placed him on his back on the table so the doctor could administer the intravenous medication. Then he rolled him on his side and pulled his legs up so Pierce was once again lying in a fetal position. He pulled a stool over next to the table and took Pierce's hand as Harris began to lubricate the scope.

When Harris was sure the medication had taken hold, he did a rectal exam to make sure the passage was clean, then very slowly he began to insert the scope into the rectum.

"Mr. President, you shouldn't feel any pain, just a feeling of bloating or pressure as the scope advances from your colon to the large intestine. Do you feel any pain?"

Pierce was feeling the exact opposite. In fact he was feeling euphoric. He wasn't used to taking medication and he hardly ever touched alcohol, so the sedatives were hitting him hard.

"I'm great...I'm great eh, Billy?"

"Yes, Mr. President. You're great!'

"My, aren't we formal...last night you were calling me ‘baby’."

Walker looked up at Harris, his face a little flushed and he gave a small, embarrassed laugh.

Harris reassured Walker he knew it was the medication talking and that he had heard worse over the years. Walker sighed a breath of relief and whispered a silent prayer that the doctor would go on believing it was just the medication talking. Both he and Pierce didn't want anyone to know about their personal relationship, not yet anyhow.

"Hey, Billy... give me a kiss... you kiss so good!"

‘Oh shit.’ Walker thought and quickly answered. "Mr. President, I think you're getting me mixed up with the first lady."

"What....ah...no, I don't think so....hey doc, I feel kinda funny"

"That's expected sir. Just hang in there"

"Okay....hey Billy I love you!"

"Oh, Mr. President." Walker brushed the hair from Pierce's forehead. "I love you too!"

"Baby....call me baby like you did last night"

Walker and Harris just laughed as Pierce remarked he felt sleepy then closed his eyes and faded off to sleep. Walker whispered a prayer of thanks.

Forty-five minutes later, the procedure was over and Dr. Harris reported he hadn’t found any abnormalities, but he would know more when the final tests were in.

Harris left to go back to Washington, and Walker, leaving the examining room door open and a sleeping President on the table, went into the next room, fixed himself a drink and waited for Piece to awaken.

Thirty minutes passed when Walker heard "Billy....Billy...you there?"

Walking back into the examining room, Walker answered. "Hey, sleepy head. How are you doing?"

"I'm doing okay. But I'm starving and I have a slight headache."

"I'll fix that by cooking you up a big steak and all the fixings. Sound good?"

"Sure does."

"Okay. Get dressed and meet me in the kitchen." Before leaving, Walker gave Pierce a slow deep kiss.

"Mmmmm...dessert first." Pierce stated. "I like that! And I love you!"

"So I've heard."

Giving Walker a confused look, Pierce asked what Billy meant by that. Being thankful that Robie didn't remember blurting out anything during the procedure, he just gave reference to words of passion spoken during their first intimate encounter. Satisfied with that answer, Pierce dressed then joined Walker in the kitchen.

After a well-deserved meal, Walker led Pierce into the TV room where, holding Pierce in his arms, he turned on the movie station and the two men settled down to a nice evening of movies and little loving.

Soon it was time to head back to Washington and as the two loves embraced in their last minutes of privacy, both were anxious for their next private time together up here at this glorious retreat.

The End.

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