Nothing But The News- Part 2

It's time for another installment in this series, and it's already shaping up to be one of my favorites!

“And for our last story of the night, is it too early to start thinking about your Halloween costume? Some experts say you’re already too late.”

Sitting back down behind my desk, I started to shimmy out of my underwear just like I had done in our first broadcast. Paulo was behind the desk this time, and he put his phone down to watch me strip right next to him. I still hadn’t gotten used to this feeling, and I wondered if the blush that was heating up my cheeks was evident on camera… wondered if the viewers at home could see the nervous sheen of sweat glistening on my skin.

Finally working my briefs off, I continued reading the teleprompter as Paulo’s hands disappeared under the desk to grab my underwear. I’m still not sure why the discarded briefs weren’t just left there until the broadcast ended, but Mike had this routine perfected in his head so we went with it. It made even less sense when I felt my intern’s hands sliding up my leg towards my shaking thighs. His fingers kept moving until they curved over to my thigh to make contact with my exposed cock.

There was nothing I could do since the cameras were still rolling, so I just had to try and focus as Paulo started slowly jerking me off, picking up the pace once he saw that he was getting a reaction out of me below my waist. I was getting harder, and there were fewer and fewer words left for me to read.

Oh my god, was I about to-

Moving my arm to swat his hand away, I got a hand around my phone and silenced the alarm that had just interrupted this nightmare. Rubbing sleep out of my eyes, I pulled back the covers and saw the morning wood tenting out my boxers. A couple of minutes later, I fixed that issue in the shower with a fistful of body wash.

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“Okay, you ready for tonight’s show?”

“Mike, how many times do you think you’ll ask me this question before you realize that I’ll never say yes?”

“Three? Four?”

He just smiled at me as he headed over to his spot in the shadows. He’d been glowing all week because the response to our new show was bigger than he’d ever expected. The ad revenue had basically already covered the new studio equipment, and we were about to start making pure profit soon.

On my end, things were a little different. The allure of a big bonus was enticing, but I still had to look everyone that I’d seen this week in the face knowing that they’d now seen me naked. My parents had honored my wishes to never watch a single second of the videos, and my close friends were beginning to be able to laugh this all off. My inboxes were full of fan mail and dick pics though, and I couldn’t pretend that I hadn’t sent a few replies to some of them.

“Places, everyone- going live in one minute.”

Heading over the desk, I saw Paulo sitting there waiting for me, scrolling on his phone.

“Dylan got a leg cramp last week back here, so we’re going to swap roles.”

Trying to stay calm as the possibility of my dream becoming an unfortunate reality loomed, I just nodded at him and said that I needed to study my pronunciation notes.

Some of the interns now seemed to pity me, even the ones that had ganged up on me a few weeks ago, but Dylan and Paulo were still having fun with their new exploitative job roles, and if I’d have been in their shoes, I would feel the same way.

“Five, four, three.”

Mike held up his fingers for the last two numbers in the countdown, and then the recording began.

Just like last week, I made my way through fluff pieces and sports news while I slowly eased out of my suit. There had been a navy pair of briefs waiting for me next to my charcoal suit today, and without any way to give my own input, I had put them on earlier.

Seeing myself in the monitor now as I gave my second to last report, I questioned whether these might somehow be smaller than last week’s pair. As I turned to gesture to something on the video board behind me, I saw how obscene my bulge looked sticking out in front of my right thigh. The fabric was dark enough to hide the details of my cock pressed against them, but the sheer knowledge that it was barely covered still seemed so naughty. Well, maybe it would feel that way if I wasn’t about to drop those little briefs to the floor in about two and a half minutes.

“And for our last story of the night, we want to check in on how this year’s basketball season is going. Well, off the court at least.”

As I began to read some mindless drivel about the suits that players were wearing to enter their arenas for each game, I started to wiggle out of my underwear. I had tried to block it out of my memory ever since the camera’s started rolling, but that thought that had been taking up space at the back of my mind was at the forefront now. The play-by-play from this morning’s dream was racing through my thoughts, and I worried that that nervous energy would read on camera. I was also worried about Paulo’s hands, but they were still around his phone now.

As my underwear hit the floor, I took a deep breath between sentences and waited to see what would happen next. As I continued talking about Lebron’s favorite-colored outfits, I waited to see if Paulo would tempt me or stay neutral, and for a few seconds, I thought I was in the clear.

As I reached down for him to hand me my underwear for my final bit, our hands brushed for a nanosecond too long, and then his trailed down my leg as he grabbed his phone again. It was purely accidental, but my cock couldn’t distinguish the difference. It began to stiffen up even though Paulo wasn’t playing with it, and I saw the end of this segment on the teleprompter coming too soon.

Oh my god, was I about to stand up and show off my hard cock?

As I tried to will myself to calm down, I was running out of words to say which made me panic even more. With a shake in my voice, I read the last words on the teleprompter:

“That’s the end of our show tonight, but we hope to see you again next week as I present nothing but the news to you. Good night, everybody.”

With nothing else to do, I stood up to the mouth-covered gasps of the crew in front of me, and I was ready to gasp myself when I saw that the countdown was from 15 seconds instead of 5 tonight. I’d stood up way too early, and people at home now had time to grab their phones to start recording my exposure. My cock wasn’t all the way up in the air, but it was obviously girthier than last week’s reveal. As I tried to stiffen every muscle in my body to keep from falling over, I even unintentionally made my dick bob in front of me a few times.

Finally, the last three seconds appeared, and I was able to turn and walk off camera, and as I did, I saw that Paulo had his phone lifted up to record the close-up view of my exposure as if it wasn’t already documented enough.

This was going to be a long contract in this new role…