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I'll never forget the few months of my internship at the White House. The new President was recently elected and he is very left wing. There was going to be a big shake up in all areas of his administration from the previous Republican one.

I had been top of my class at college. Born in a working class family, I am half Indonesian and half Dutch who grew up in Jakarta and won a full scholarship to study in one of the top three universities in D. C. and Virginia area.

It just happened one semester, I was called by the Dean who explained that I have been offered a paid internship for the summer break and if I was interested. I was also told that I was one of two that had been shorlisted at the Uni but was selected for my ethnic diversity.

I couldn't pass the chance of a lifetime. First of all, I was a foreign student and in my mind thought that it would be a life enriching experience that I could brag about in my adult years, and hell yeah, wouldn't it look good on my resumé?

Mom and Dad were so excited when they had heard the news and Dad reminded me to read up as much as I can about the President and the House. So I would be knowledgable and represent my country well and honor my role.
 

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A few weeks before I was to start, I had to go through even more assessments and another final interview with representatives from the President’s office. They were quite meticulous with their questions. Maybe they did not want a lunatic hanging around the leader of the nation, it was draining but I understood its importance.
Then, the Friday before the Monday I was to begin my internship, they called me.

“Mr. Bekker. Congratulations. We have just sent you an email with a detailed itinerary of your first two weeks as an intern of the Oval Office. Please pack appropriately and we will see you next week.”

I must admit that I was a mixed bag of emotions, excited, nervous but then I was also eager to meet the most powerful man in the world. I’ve read as much as I can about him, his wife, two children and pets.
 
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On a Monday morning late June I arrived at the White House. Their own transport service had picked me up at my apartment near campus and dropped me at the security of staff entrance.
The assistant to the Chief of Staff showed me my room at the staff building within the compound. I had obtained my temporary staff i.d., scanned my iris and finger prints was taken for a short tour of parts of the White House where I would be allowed to go to. Then I was given a summary of protocols and an introduction at the office. Those who weren't there in person was mentioned to me and their faces shown on the monitor.

I retreated to my room after about 4 hours of formalities and a quick lunch at the canteen. Now I have about 3 hours to myself and thought I'd spend it freshening up before the welcome dinner at 6 where I would be introduced to Mr. President and a few more other interns.

Being gay, I made a mental note on the cute guys I'd met at the House so far. Everyone has been very professional, it was difficult to tell if anyone else was gay, so I decided to water down my bright decorum just because I wanted to blend in a little better.

About me: Bru Samuel Bekker
I was 20 when i interned
5 foot 11 155lbs not too muscular
pale olive skin, light brown eyes, ash brown hair
7½ inches, My mom is ethnic Indonesian and my dad caucasian Dutch.
I was told that I looked like Keanu Reeves could be my dad because of my Asian eyes. At the moment though, I have prescription glasses on most of the time and my best feature would be my skin which tans a nice golden shade and I don't ever turn red in the sun also my butt gets a lot of attention when I wear tailored pants.
My sexual history: mutual masturbation with some friends in high school. That's it at the time...
 
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So, I put on my favorite dark chinos that I got from J. Crew last fall. It's the kind of pants that enhances yet conceals my assets because the fabric is buttery soft yet quite thick. (My thoughts: I wanna come across as approachable, a little bit traditional yet casual.) Then on top a pale grey long sleeved shirt with my initials BSB on the chest pocket in a discreet navy blue cursive embroidery that had been a gift from Mom.
A spritz of Tom Ford vetiver perfume that I had saved for and a Ralph Lauren pair of navy blue suede loafers for good measure. Set to go.

A knock on the door. Lee, the assistant was there to lead me and two other female interns to the welcome dinner at the smaller dining room in the House. We had a quick pre introduction to each other and arrived at the venue where there was a long table set with good china and silverware and also a buffet bench with drinks and canapés. I had a dry martini to ease my nerves and a handful of warm roasted almonds. Small talk with about 30 guests in the room, a round of introduction to each and everyone, many firm handshakes later, I was able to make a mental note of the ones I was fond of. Then the President walks in unannounced.
 

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Here I was at Mr. President's private wing helping out with the unpacking of his clothes for his huge walk in closet. Boxes of his personal effects had just arrived yesterday in a truck all the way from his unofficial house in New York state. The Chief of his Household was understaffed and I was basically a floater fitting in where a need arises.
I didn't mind at all, hanging up many of his fine suits on rack upon racks inside the maple wood closet frame. It was mind blowing how organized we were. The three of us, one senior butler, a female intern and myself.

Mr. President was size 50 Italian in his suits I learned, while I am a size 48. He's a pretty tall man too, I could faintly smell his cologne on some of his jackets. I couldn't recognize the name brand but there's a hint of lavender somewhere. Then I got to the underwear section. He wears boxer briefs in medium and dark shades. No tighty whities. For a moment I was tempted to fondle the fine knit a little longer to satisfy my curious pervacious inner self, but I knew that there were hidden cameras tucked away somehere...probably, oh well.
 

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My index finger, is poking its way inside the fly of his dark grey Hanes and I wiggled it a bit, picturing the President of America at the urinal and it made me smile. Suddenly I heard some voices growing louder coming from the main bedroom. I hurriedly folded the piece and grabbed another one.

"Hey there. Is everything ok? Can I get you anything?" A familiar voice called from behind me.

I turned around. It was Mr. President smiling at me.
 
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“I just came by to check on things, to see if you guys were doing ok. I’m sorry that I have too many possessions. I might get Marie Condo to drop by”. Mr. President joked while scanning the room with his hazel-grey eyes and giving me a half smile and a single shrug of his shoulder.

I studied his athletic Latino frame for a millisecond and remembered that he was an active tennis player when he was younger from what I had read about him on Wikipedia. He could pass of as A-Rod’s brother with his dusky skin and huggable frame.

“Oh hi Sir, I’m Bru one of the interns.” I extended my right hand towards him while awkwardly putting his briefs inside a drawer with my left one.

Mr. President then gave me a full smile and shook my hand.
“Nice to meet you again, I’m sorry to distract you from your task. Please feel free to call Jane for anything that you might need. She has a thousand clothes hangers stored somewhere.” He paused for a while and asked, “where are you from Bru?”.
 

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I took a moment or two to compose my thoughts because my mind had gone blank suddenly. I mean, who wouldn’t if he was ambushed perving on someone’s underwear by the owner?

“Jakarta Sir.”

“Jakarta, gee...oh now I remember Brian telling me that there would be a student from Indonesia joining the internship. I see...so this is how you’re going to be spending your summer. I hope it get’s more exciting later for you...” the President chuckled.

I smiled at him awkwardly.

“Alright then, I should get back to my desk at the office, please join me for lunch at the canteen at noon. Hope to see all of you there”.
He tapped me on the shoulder while turning to walk away.
 

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"Oh, by the way. Those are some of my favorite pairs. I need to get some more online."

The President casually remarked without turning to face me, hands in his pants pocket, heading off.

"Okay..." I thought to myself. That was unreal. A few days ago at the welcome dinner, I was just another nameless staff, and now here I am folding the President's underwear.

I finished my task half an hour later just to make it in time for the twelve o'clock lunch at the staff canteen. From my first impression of the President, he comes across as a real person. I liked him, and if I was an American, I would have voted for him, plus he's kind of hot in real life, but a little married with children, and straight.