Late Night in the Office - Senator Brick Scrotorum & His College Buddy - Part 2
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Pete feared 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 he'd never experienced a stronger hard-on.
The intern 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 blocked the view of his crotch from the rest of them.
Well, except for Brick who stood right next to him. However, Brick looked 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 d**k later when he got back to his off-campus apartment.
He would have to punish his c**k 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. After that first time, he prepared himself properly. The intern 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 feared 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 lusted after 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 the chaos if they knew what he dreamed of doing to Scrotorum's orifice!
One day, several staffers worked 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.
The intern could only assume that the man's clean-shaven face and weathered skin resulted from too much time spent outside on a ranch in the Texas sun.
Pete's mind raced trying to place the man. The obvious conclusion would have been the man was a senator from a cattle intensive state. However, Pete had already either met all the other senators from every state or studied and memorized their pictures. He still didn't recognize the visitor.
Pete had only worked halfway through trying to memorize all 435 representatives. He decided the man might be 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 happened to be 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 strong slap/greeting would have forced the food to 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. B.J. (aka Billy Jeff) Garrows turned out to be Brick's old friend and roommate from their college days in New York. The hulking man stopped 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 planned to, as he put it, "s*x up a hot stud for several hours" and he wanted privacy.
Pete sat at his desk about halfway through a thousand election packets that had to be stapled together. The daunting pile looked endless!
Of course, if the staffer who actually got paid to do her job had done it correctly and set the copy machine to staple the papers together as they were being printed, none of this would have happened.
Pete sighed as thought about the fact that interns get stuck doing all the crappy jobs. Her screw-up resulted in Pete sitting at a desk manually stapling them all together.
About one minute past nine o'clock, Pete pressed the stapler and nothing happened. He checked for a jam, but it turned out that the stupid thing had simply run out of staples.
He definitely needed to stretch so he didn't mind having to get up and make his way across the room to the walk-in supply closet. He took the scenic route around the office and looked into the hallway.
It creeped him out a little because all the other offices on the floor were dark. Pete figured he would get the stapling done as fast as possible and get the heck out of there.
As he searched inside the walk-in supply closet, looking for the right size staples, he heard a noise in the outer office.
He had to remind himself that nobody else was there. Something must have fallen off a desk.
Then he heard what sounded like muffled voices. He quickly closed the closet door as much as possible to hide himself.
The intern was positive he'd locked that outer office door after he returned from checking out the dark hallway. Pete left the supply closet door open a barely noticeable sliver so he could peek out and see who had broken into the office.
"I told you nobody would be here this late," a man's voice said. Pete couldn't be sure, but it sounded like Brick's friend, B.J.
"Yeah, yeah you were right," another male voice agreed.
Pete shifted his sight line from his position hiding in the supply closet and confirmed the voices belonged to Brick and B.J. He knew he still had time to make his presence known by walking out of the closet with an armful of supplies, but there was something naughty about eavesdropping on their conversation that appealed to him.
"That was a great dinner," B.J. said to Brick. "I can't believe you found a restaurant back east here that knows how to cook a man-sized piece of beef properly."
"I'm glad you're satisfied," Brick told his old friend.
"I wouldn't say that I've been satisfied - yet. I still haven't had dessert," B.J. said with that same Texas wink he had used earlier when he confided in the staffers about Brick's nickname.
Brick turned away from B.J. and looked out the window.
From his hiding place in the closet, Pete could tell that this conversation had another meaning beyond whether they had ordered chocolate cake after their meal.
Pete thanked goodness that he hadn't found the staples yet or he would have dropped the boxes and given away his presence when he witnessed what happened next. His hand shot up to his mouth to stop him from gasping out loud in shock.
B.J. walked up to Brick and put his arms around him. Not one arm around the shoulder in a "Hey bro, you're cool" way, but as in a full-on bear hug, tightly folding Brick's body into his own with his crotch grinding against Brick's ass!
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