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Senator Brick Scrotorum Fucks His College Buddy

Gay Political Sex Scandals # 1

By Rod Mandelli

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Copyright © 2012 by Rod Mandelli

The first time that college intern Pete Johnson laid eyes on Senator Brick Scrotorum in person, he was alternately repulsed and fascinated.  Senator Scrotorum was in his early 40's, tall, and handsome, a DILF by any measure.  He looked about ten years younger because he kept himself in good shape by jogging several miles every day.  He didn't have one of those pot bellies so typical of many middle-aged politicians.  He had wavy hair styled in a boyish cut.  It was a bit tousled which looked very natural.  Pete was so used to studying pretty-boy politicians with their mannequin-like perfect hair that it was quite refreshing for him to see one who looked like a real person as opposed to someone that was manufactured for the endless photo opportunities that abounded in Washington, DC.  Pete noted that Brick's smile was infectious and his personality was charismatic which is probably why he so easily won his last re-election bid.

Despite his appealing looks, there was plenty about Brick that Pete found repulsive, most notably the politician's attitude and policies towards sex in general and particularly his problems with gay people and marriage equality.  Senator
Scrotorum and his supporters called his stance on those issues staunch conservatism while his political opponents called it bigotry.  Pete charitably considered those notions old-fashioned, but that didn't mean they weren't offensive and hurtful at times.

As a college intern on his first assignment as a political aide, Pete had no choice as to which politician he would be working for.  That decision was up to the Intern Placement Office at the university.  Of course, there were rumors that the Intern Placement Director could be bribed with a blowjob, but Pete was a virgin and too naive to consider testing a rumor like that.

His first day working in Scrotorum's office was hectic.  They were doing an official photo shoot for a campaign brochure so the office was packed with the senator's family including his too-perfect wife and his three children which were all young adults.  He and his wife had gotten married while they were still in college and she must have been continually pregnant because they had one child per year for their first three years of marriage.  The family smiled and posed all around the office as the photographer made sure that Brick was always in the center of the pictures. 

After the photographer was satisfied that they had enough family shots, Mrs.
Scrotorum embraced her husband and they kissed lightly on the cheeks.  On the way out the door, she asked him if he would be home for dinner that evening and he said he would.  She then asked him what he would like her to prepare.  Pete felt silly admitting to himself that he was actually impressed that they had such a normal family life, even when the cameras were not on them.

Once the family left, the photographer decided he wanted some
pics of the senator interacting with his office staff.  Since Pete hadn't even been introduced to Senator Scrotorum yet, he just stayed against the far wall of the office and tried to look busy pointlessly rearranging the supplies on the coffee service tray.

"You, over there," the photographer said. 

Pete turned and realized that the photographer was talking to him.  Assuming he wanted a drink, Pete asked, "How would you like your coffee, sir?"

"I don't want coffee.  I want you in a picture with Senator
Scrotorum.  Come over here and stand next to him."

Before he had a chance to protest, the photographer was already guiding him by the arm to exactly where he wanted the intern to stand.  As soon as Pete got close enough to the senator, he
was able to detect just the right smell of a very manly cologne.  Normally, Pete hated cologne on a guy because colognes always smelled too much like perfumes to him, but the scent the senator wore was intriguing.  The best way to describe it was a mixture of pine, cedar, and fresh mountain air.  It was the perfect complement to the senator's image as an outdoorsman.  Pete wanted to get closer to him just so he could fill his nostrils with that masculine, woodsy scent. 

The photographer had other plans.  He started barking orders at the college intern to act
like  he and Senator Scrotorum were working together.  He told Pete to hand the senator a folder, point at something on the monitor, pick up a clipboard, etc.  Pete felt awkward at this play acting, but it seemed to come naturally to Brick.  Anyone looking at the pictures would never think the actions were phony.  It was amazing to Pete that he and Brick hadn't even been introduced yet, but the political handlers could make it look like they had been working together for months.  Brick's interactions with Pete seemed to come so natural to him.  If the senator could act that way with a complete stranger, Pete wondered how easily he could fool those close to him if he wanted to.

"Are you sure this is the right image we want to portray?" Brick asked the photographer when the photographer told him to remove his suit jacket and loosen his tie.

"Yes, yes," the photographer said quickly.  You and-"  he paused, realizing that neither he (nor anyone else for that matter) had even bothered to ask the young man his name since they were more concerned with using him as a living prop for the photo shoot.

"I'm Pete," the intern informed them eagerly.

"Right," the photographer said.  "Pictures of you and Pete working together are exactly what we need to court the youth vote this time.  Family values slogans don't play so well with the young crowd these days, if they ever did.  How old are you, Pete?"

"Twenty-one."

"Just right," Brick said.

"And the more casual look will also go over better with that age group.  They don't want to see stuffed-shirt types in full suits.  Unbutton the sleeves and then roll them up once or twice.  Make it look like you two are really working hard together on a project."

When Brick removed his suit jacket, it exposed a very thin, white dress shirt.  The bright lights from the photographer's equipment made it easy to see the dark chest hair through his shirt.  The muscles in his arms also seemed to be bulging against the material.  He must have spent hours in the gym every week in order to get his muscles so tight and well-sculpted.  Suddenly, Pete got a whiff of that cologne again.  His knees felt a little bit weak.  His friends always said he had a daddy complex for guys in their 40's based on the comments he would make whenever a man in that age range would walk by them at the mall or show up on a TV show they were watching.  Pete caught himself thinking that none of those men could compare to Brick.  Shit, he wondered, could he actually be sexually attracted to arch-conservative Senator Brick Scrotorum?

"Pete?  Did you hear me?" the photographer asked.

"Um, no sorry," the young man mumbled.

"I said that I want to do a more official looking publicity shot.  Move out of the way so Senator
Scrotorum can stand up."  

Pete hadn't realized that he had moved in so close to the handsome senator.  Brick smiled at him and Pete felt like he melted inside.  Brick had the slightest hint of a crooked smile revealing his beautiful teeth.  Pete had the crazy thought that the senator must have had braces when he was younger because his teeth were so straight.  Pete wanted to kiss the older man's lips so badly.  His heart beat faster and he suddenly felt warm all over.  His could feel his palms sweating.

The photographer instructed Senator Scrotorum to put his arm around the intern's shoulder.    Pete immediately felt the weight of Brick's arm along the length of his shoulder blades.   The warmth of the senator's body next to his felt so good. 

As the photographer clicked away from different angles, Pete started to panic.  There was nothing he could do to control it.  He could feel his cock getting hard!  Not this, not now, he thought
to himself.  With every pounding heartbeat, more blood pulsed into his prick and made it throb with anticipation.

Pete feared that one of them would notice any second.  Besides the senator and the photographer, there were a couple other senatorial aides as well as the photographer's assistant in the room.  At some point, one of them would glance at his crotch and disaster would ensue.  Would Brick recoil in horror when he learned that he had his arms around a gay dude?  Would Pete lose the internship?  What about his entire future political career?  He could lose everything he had ever worked for just because of one raging boner!

Pete was afraid to look down and see how bad the tent in his pants was getting.  He knew by the way it pushed against his khakis that it was the strongest hard-on he'd ever experienced.  He tried to keep smiling for the pictures, almost hoping that someone would notice so the suspense and dread would end.

"Put another book on that pile," the photographer instructed his assistant.

The assistant plopped the book down absently.  As Pete watched her do it, he breathed an audible sigh of relief.  He had completely forgotten about the fake pile of work on the desk.  It had books, folders, computer printouts, and a clipboard.  Luckily, the pile was high enough that it was blocking the view of his crotch from the rest of them.  Well, except for Brick who was standing right next to him.  However, Brick was looking straight out into the camera lens, not down at the bulge in the intern's pants.

Pete was safe!  He made a mental note to slap his dick later when he got back to his dorm room.  He would have to punish his cock for being so naughty.  Well
,  maybe not so much punish it as to relieve the pressure that built up in it!

Pete's hard-on subsided and the photo shoot drew to a close.   When Brick removed his arm from his shoulders, Pete almost popped another fresh boner because the senator's hand lightly touched his ass on its way down.  Pete knew it was an accident, but it still felt stimulating.

As the weeks went on, Pete had a few more close calls with his overactive hard-ons.  The difference was that he was prepared and always made sure he had a jacket with him or something he could use to cover the offending area at a moment's notice.  He also made sure that he was never in the office alone with Brick as he was afraid that if the opportunity arose, so to speak, he wouldn't be able to stop his prick from jumping out of his pants.

The one thing that sucked (and not in the good way) about the situation was that Pete couldn't really tell anyone.   He just gave his roommate the vaguest of details without any names.   What would be the point of telling all his friends that he was in lust with a straight, "family values" politician who was just barely old enough to be his father?  He already had to put up with enough teasing from his friends just for the fact that he worked in
Scrotorum's office.  He could just imagine if they knew what he dreamed of doing to Scrotorum's orifice!

One day, several staffers were working quietly in the office with Brick.  The door suddenly burst open and a deep voice boomed out, "
Scrotie!"  Pete looked up to see a six foot three, two hundred and eighty pound wrestler type guy taking up the whole doorway to the room.  The visitor wore snakeskin boots, a large belt buckle, and a ten gallon cowboy hat.  His face was clean shaven and weathered from what Pete could only assume was time spent outside on a ranch in the Texas sun.

Pete's mind raced trying to place the man.  The obvious conclusion was that he was a senator from a cattle intensive state, but Pete had already either met all the senators (or studied and memorized their pictures) from every state and he wasn't one of them.  Pete was only halfway through trying to memorize all 435 representatives so it's possible that the man was a member of the House of Representatives and Pete just hadn't gotten to him yet on his list.

Brick got up from his desk to greet the man.  Pete and the other staffers had to stifle a laugh when they realized that Senator Scrotorum would respond to someone calling him, of all things, "Scrotie!"

Since Pete was closer to the door than Brick, the man introduced himself by slapping the intern on the back and saying, "Howdy, I'm B.J.
Garrows."  Good thing Pete wasn't eating at the time because B.J.'s  slap/greeting was so strong that the food would have come flying out of his mouth.  B.J. was a bear of a man who didn't know his own strength.

Brick made the proper introductions around the office and it turned out that B.J.  (
aka Billy Jeff) Garrows was Brick's old friend and roommate from their college days in New York.  He would stop in to see Brick whenever he was in Washington on business.  Senator Scrotorum turned slightly red-faced with embarrassment when B.J. revealed to the staff members that "Scrotie" was Brick's nick-name in college.  B.J. swore them all to secrecy about that with a good old-fashioned Texas wink.

Brick and B.J. made plans to go out to dinner.  This meant that Brick would not be returning to the office later in the evening as he often did after dinner with his family.  It worked out perfectly for Pete since he could stay late in the office by himself and catch up on some work.  His roommate had asked him not to come home until late that night because he was planning to, as he put it, "sex up a hot stud for several hours" and he wanted privacy.