Gay Political s*x Scandals - Senator Brick Scrotorum Erotica

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 styled his wavy hair in a tousled boyish cut which looked very natural. So used to studying pretty-boy politicians with their mannequin-like perfect hair, Pete found it quite refreshing to see one who looked like a real person as opposed to someone manufactured for the endless photo opportunities that abounded in Washington, DC. Pete noted Brick's infectious smile and charismatic personality as the likely reasons the handsome senator had so easily won his last re-election bid. Despite his appealing looks, Pete found plenty of things about Brick repulsive, most notably the politician's attitude and policies towards s*x 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 belonged 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 virginal Pete was too naive to consider testing a rumor like that. Pete's first day working in Scrotorum's office turned out quite hectic thanks to an official photo shoot for a campaign brochure. The senator's family, including his too-perfect wife and his three children (which were all young adults), packed the office alongside the photographer and his assistant. The senator and his wife had gotten married while 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 always remained 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 guided him by the arm to exactly where he wanted the intern to stand. As soon as Pete got close enough to the senator, he detected 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 intrigued him. The best way to describe it was a mixture of pine, cedar, and fresh mountain air. The cologne perfectly complemented 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. The photographer 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 amazed 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. s**t, 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 c**k 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, a couple other senatorial aides as well as the photographer's assistant milled about 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!