Even after everything that had already happened, Pete suddenly felt self-conscious. What if Brick didn't find his lithe, twinky body appealing? What if his c**k wasn't big enough to satisfy the older, more experienced man?
"What's wrong?" Brick asked softly.
"I don't want to disappoint you," Pete answered.
"You won't. I promise."
Pete started to unbutton his shirt.
The sight of the smooth chest being slowly revealed sent Brick's hand straight to his own c**k. He rubbed himself through his dress pants as Pete's shirt fell to the floor and the twink's tight nips came into view.
"Come closer," Brick said.
Pete obeyed. The senator leaned forward and stroked his intern's smooth chest, admiring the the slight muscle definition around the young man's pecs.
Brick's touch sent waves of
