My name is Juan and I love Donald Trump.

I loved him before he started to run for president and thought maybe I had a chance with the sexy tanned rich white dump.

It all changed when the fire nation attacked and Donald Trump decided to run for president and unleashed his hatred for Mexican.

It was the first republican debate and I was there to see it all happen.

By the end I was heart broken trying not to shed tears as the handsome man walked through the crowd.

He saw me crying and I ran away, but he grabbed my arm.

“Hey are you alright? Wait” Donald Trump said looking closer to my face as I blushed, “are you a Mexico?”.

This was my chance, I knew lying was bad, but I knew this was the only Juan chance I had.

“No sir, that is why am I sad because everyone think I am Mexico and rapist” I cried and he patted my back.

“It is okay” he replied, “I am going to build a wall of protection around America to protect you from the Mexicos and Mexico is going to pay for it”.

I didn’t know how to feel, should I cry or be happy?

“What is your name?” Daddy questioned.

“I am John Smith” I lied confidently, trying to whitewash myself for my savior.

“Okay John, want to have a drink once in a while?”

My heart skipped a beat as he asked me.

“Y-yes a-anytime please” I said nervously inside excited.

I could already feel a boner coming up.

I managed to keep it down and wait until I get back to my hideout to jack it off.

“I must leave now to save us from all the Mexicos, here my number” Donald Trump slipped the paper into my pocket.

I walked outside excitedly, ‘OMG I JUST MET DONALD TRUMP’ I thought.

Not playing attention to my surroundings I tripped, but I didn’t fall.

I looked up to see Joe Biden in my view.

I fell and he caught me.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

I got out of his arms, “oh um thank you Biden sir” I said embarrassed.

“Be careful I wouldn’t want your pretty face getting messed up ;)” he said flirtatious, taking a deep breath of my hair.

I didn’t reply but then he said, “I know you’re an illegal Mexico, but I won’t tell anyone” he whispered in my ear. “Not even my little boy toy Demetri but shhhhh…”

I ran away scared, I didn’t want to be deported.

I need to stay in America or I can’t see my true love, Donald.

I rushed to my home and jerked off my boner I was hiding to whole time.

“Ugh DoNald, DoNALD TRUMP” I moaned through the night. “IM WHITE… IM SO WHITE AND MAGA!”

I jerked so much my dick was like a grinded hot dog.

I also started to worry what would happen if Biden called the police on me, I’m not letting him get in the way of my love.

I opened up my flip phone that I bought with some saved up money I got from mowing lawns and entered trump as a contact and opened up a text to message him.

What was I going to text him?

Wait.. I don’t even know how to spell.

I’m going to have to text trump, but what if he’s busy and gets mad at me.

I rolled on my broken mattress in frustration.

For hours I wondered in what to do, then I mustered up the courage to call him.

I called and he actually answered “Hol- Hi it’s Jua-John” I said nervously.

“Oh John, hello again. What do you need?”

“I need you, Donald 2020” I said back. “I need you inside of me.”