“We don’t have much time,” Rory said.
“Oh, so say goodbye?” I asked. I didn’t know what I’d say. Maybe thank him for the cheeseburgers and thousands of movies I got to watch.
“No, you’re going to save him!” the aide cried.
“I don’t know how he’s going to give me a hand job in that condition,” I informed him.
“It’ll work,” Rory said. He slid a chair next to the hospital bed. “Take your pants off and sit down!”
I had never seen that side of Rory before. He always seemed like more of a little weaselly butt kisser. Not a take charge kind of guy.
I sat down.
Rory handed me a blue pill which I took. He then pulled out his phone and went to PornHub.
God damn. This was going to be awkward.
“I still don’t understand how this is going to work,” I told him. “The president isn’t conscious.”
“It’ll work,” he told me as he handed me the phone. “Just find whatever turns you on. I’ll do the rest.”
I scrolled through PornHub as instructed. Did you know they make porn parodies? Like they make a porn version of everything. I’m guessing it’s to skate around copyright laws. Ha! There’s a Scooby Doo one.
Rory gently moved the President’s hand to my penis.
The President was pretty much dead so there wasn’t any grip.
Rory cupped the President’s hand with his to make sure it stayed on my penis during the whole hand job.