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A Mole in the House Ch. 01

By: jayjayk



I slipped the key into the lock and felt the familiar click as the lock gave way. I didn't have to think twice about opening the door, this was my home after all and I always took extra special precautions to make sure that I was never followed or that no one ever knew where I lived. 

My given name is Steve Dunbar but for more than a decade everyone I've met, known and worked with has known me as Aaron Mitchell. In addition I have dozens of passports that all support diverse names from different countries. At thirty-seven years old I've only had two jobs, both of them proudly serving the country I love. It started when I was eighteen years old and enlisted in the Navy where I rose quickly in the ranks. It was also the last time in my life that I used my given name.

My unique multicultural looks, dark hair and dark eyes, made me an attractive package for an off-shoot, smaller underground agency based at Langley where I was recruited at age twenty-six. My strongest assets have always been a near eidetic mind and the ability to speak seven languages fluently; Spanish, French, Farsi, Russian, Portuguese, Arabic and Hebrew. I have also perfected the intonations each language requires to make it sound like whatever I'm speaking is my native language. 

I immediately relax the moment I step into my house. It's been over six months since I've been here. I walk from room to room of my little oasis away from everything relishing being alone. I guess it takes coming home to realize how much you've missed it. It's very rare that I get more than two days off in a row when I'm back in the states but for some reason when I was called back to Washington after my last debriefing I was told to take this extended time off, four days in a row, before reporting to Langley. 

I bought the house under the guise of a shell company and paid cash up front. All of the utilities are on automatic payment and are paid from the same company that bought the house. The paperwork from the company leads to person, albeit fictitious, that lives a supposed retired quiet sedate life in Rio de Janeiro Brazil. I've been trained that it is vital that I never leave a trail to the real me or any of the other persona's I have. Over the years I have become fastidious about keeping my private life secure.

I utilize a management company to tend to my house in Fredericksburg. Whenever I know I'm going to be in town for a few days I call well in advance to have the place cleaned and to stock the refrigerator. They've never met me. To them, like many of their clients, I'm just a heavily accented voice on the phone. 

Like I've said, I tend to over think protecting Steve Dunbar. 

The first few years I lived as Aaron Mitchell I didn't fully comprehend why it was so important to keep Steve Dunbar buried away from everything. It was only after I made my first real enemy that I came to realize one day I would retire from my life as Aaron Mitchell and with proper precautions I would have the luxury of picking up Steven Dunbar's life with the hopes that no one will ever be the wiser. My employer knew exactly what he was doing when he built these so called new identities for all us. Besides a healthy offshore bank account and great government retirement benefits Steve Dunbar is the only thing I will have when this insanity of my current life ends.

Aaron Mitchell, who spends very little time in the United States, rents a small efficiency apartment over a carriage house on an Alexandria Virginia estate. It is a place to lay my head when I'm working out of Langley with the biggest advantage being I have a place to garage my SUV when I'm out of town. Plus there aren't any nosey neighbors bothering me and asking me questions where I've been and what I do for a living.

My biggest passion, however, sits in a pampered climate controlled parking facility in Washington. A fully restored classic Ford Mustang. This car belongs to Steve Dunbar and when I have time off I use it as my getaway vehicle. I'm aware that everything in my Aaron Mitchell life is monitored so whenever I decide to breakaway I leave the SUV in the carriage house garage and take the Metrorail into the city. I don't even pack a bag. When I leave my house I don't take anything with me, not even my wallet. Even the clothes I wear are secreted away from the rest of Aaron Mitchell's meager possessions. 

In the bedroom I stripped off my clothes and headed to the shower. I just arrived back from London hours earlier and didn't bother to shower at my Alexandria apartment. I just dropped my stuff off, changed into my 'escape' clothes and hightailed it to the Metro. 

The shower felt good pounding down on my road weary body and I had begun a dialogue of thoughts speaking them out loud. This was my way of retraining myself to speak English again after having been deep undercover in Syria for the past six months as import/export expert Ivan Sergovei. My operation was simple - work my way into the higher echelon of the Syrian government and collect as much information on the structures and workings as I could. 

I never had any qualms about doing whatever it took to get results that were required of me. I had worked for months gathering intel on the people I was to be associated with looking for the one person with that preverbal chink in their armor to give me the 'in' I was looking for. It could have been anything, from drugs, to jewels...even the occasional foray into the darker depths of sexual enticements. Luckily I found my mark early when I came across General Al-Aswaner, one of the higher ranking Generals that had aspirations of stepping up his role in the government's future. 

I found out that his major weakness in life was men.

Even now, close to six weeks after leaving Syria,just thinking about Al, as I called him, made my dick hard. Before going to Syria I had never been with a man, other than the occasional fantasy, but had often considered experimenting.

Thinking about it now I think I always knew that I was going to go down this path one day. I had always appreciated good looking men and secretly loved to watch gay porn. I loved looking at all those beautiful cocks of all different shapes and sizes. I was particularly drawn to men with big thick cocks and lots of hair on their body and for some reason just looking at Al I knew he was going to fit the bill. 

Putting my ego aside, one of my better assets that has allowed me to succeed in my job was my ability to use sex as a weapon. I was the type of man the exuded raw sex appeal and often found both men and woman attracted to me. As a heterosexual male I could seduce a woman with a blink of an eye and with my tongue alone I could garner any information out of them. I looked forward to seeing if these traits held true for men as well. There were no doubts and no hesitation in my decision to take this next step - especially after seeing Al across the room that first day. 

I had arrived in Syria two days earlier and had settled into my little apartment I had taken in Damascus close to the military offices and the General's private residence. I had also successfully wrangled an invitation to a luncheon, which I knew the General would be attending, on the economic growth and future of the Syrian government. Prior to the luncheon starting there was a brief meet-and-greet where I walked around introducing myself to the attendees, including the General.

From the moment we met getting Al to seduce me was like feeding candy to a baby. He liked his men masculine and big, and I filled those requirements to a 'T'. At six foot three I still had my Navy trained body and made every effort to keep myself in shape at all times. I was dressed in a casual suit and made sure I had a nice healthy bulge between my legs. Getting and keeping the bulge wasn't difficult. Al was a striking man and stirred something deep inside of me. I didn't have to worry about faking anything with him, the attraction was instant, which I made sure he saw, and knew from the expression on his face he found me as attractive as I was showing him I was finding him. 

When we shook hands I held his for that one second longer than was normally required. I also made sure that my gaze held his even after I let his hand go.

"It is very nice to make your acquaintance," he said to me in more than passable Russian. I knew from his file that he had spent a great deal of time in Russia and even trained with the Russian military. I feigned not knowing Kurdish allowing me the advantage of being able to listen to conversations that the people around me didn't think I understood.

"I am hoping that this meeting will result in a long time friendship and partnership between our countries," I said in my salesman, diplomatic manner and then added, "and between us." For effect I also let my tongue quickly lick over my lips like I was trying to moisten my parched lips from the arid desert air around us. His pupils automatically dilated and I could see instantly the effect it had on him.

"What are your plans while you are here?" he asked.

"I have found that it is best to never make plans, since things have a tendency to change all the time. My main purpose for being here is to assist you in providing things you might need to aid in your cause...anything at all." I said licking my tongue over my lips again. A man walking past us gave me an excuse to take a step closer to Al. Instead of taking a step back Al seemed to lean into me at the same time taking a deep breath.

"Nice cologne," he said smiling as he brushed his hand across his thigh letting me see the slight bulge under this thawb - I was having the same effect on him he was having on me. "Tell me Ivan, do you have plans for supper tonight?" His eyes were alive with lust and anticipation and I knew the fish was on the hook.

"You like men?" he asked after we had finished dinner at his private apartment he kept in the city. It was just him and I at the table and after we had finished he excused the help telling them they were to remain in the kitchen for the rest of the evening. I was enjoying the advantage of him not knowing I understood everything he said in his native tongue.

I shrugged modestly not giving my inexperience away. Al was in his late fifties and liked his men younger, much younger than I was, and I suspected a little on the innocent side. At thirty-six, almost thirty-seven, I wasn't the youngest man he'd ever have so I decided to play up the innocent side. "To be honest I have always had an attraction to men but have never acted on it. Where I live and the type of business I conduct it would not be healthy for me to be found with a man." There was too much honesty in the words I spoke.

Al let out a boisterous laugh letting me know he understood. "Why we can't live the way we want to is beyond me. I love to lick a man until he's panting and begging me for more but the laws of my religion say I must bed and wed a woman. So I have a wife that I keep in the country, I fuck her when I have to and she gives me many sons to carry on my legacy. The rest of my time I dedicate my sexual desires on men."

"And you desire me?" I asked shyly playing right into his hand.

"Oh very much Ivan. Probably more than I have ever desired another man. You are very different than most of the men I entertain. I have spent the entire afternoon with a hard lump between my legs thinking about sucking that rather large cock of yours." On cue I flushed deeply but still gave him an eager look.

"I spent the same afternoon as you. You have ignited something in me I have kept buried for such a long time." I said letting him know that he's the first man I've ever really desired to shed my inhibitions with.

"It is also a very large turn on for me that you have never been with another man," he said moving closer to me, "knowing that I will be your first will make our time so much more special." He was inches from my face and I knew there was no turning back. "Tell me you want me as much as I want you." he whispered. 

"I do." And at the moment I meant those two small words. 

He pressed his lips against mine and for the first time I felt the kiss of another man. My body exploded with this unfamiliar desire as his tongue hungrily invaded my mouth searching out mine. I let my fingers run through his beard and instantly liked the feel of facial hair against my lips. I couldn't help but let my tongue drag over his cheek and feel the softness of his beard as he moaned appreciatively. All to soon I found myself moaning involuntarily as he drew my mouth backed to his sucking my tongue into his mouth as he pressed his body harder against mine.

Al wasn't a large man in stature. He was in the five foot eight range but had a tight toned body with a forceful strength that he kept well hidden under his thawb. His strong hands explored my body feeling my muscular chest and back until they gravitated down to my erection that was straining against my pants. 

"I want you undressed...in my bedroom." He murmured grabbing my hand and pulling me to my feet. I wondered for a brief second if I should play harder to get but he must have read my mind when he crushed his mouth to mine again kissing me with a longing and desire I had never felt from another person before. "I know you want it, don't fight it." He panted pulling me to the bedroom.

He flopped down on his ornate more than king size bed letting me see his naked body and erection beneath his thawb. "Undress slowly for me. Seduce me with your body."

I was his bitch and for some unknown reason loving every moment of it. 

I let my fingers glide down my white dress shirt unbuttoning as I went. I wasn't wearing a T-shirt and as my shirt gaped open Al could see the tufts of dark hair that adorned my chest. His breath hitched as he drew his hand over his erection stroking himself lightly. He pulled his thawb up and over his body and lay back down on the bed his manly nakedness calling to me. His dark skin melded into his jet black hair that covered most of his body. His almost jet black eyes spoke silently of the yearning that he held for me. 

My eyes locked on his cock.

Perfectly shaped, it was rock hard with a glorious mushroom capped head that was already shiny with precum. I closed my eyes for the briefest moment and imagined him buried deep in my mouth. I let my shirt fall to ground and took a few steps closer to the bed so he could see my perfectly toned chest. 

Dropping my hand down to the front of my pants I let my fingers graze along the line of my hardness. Al's eyes were wide and he was practically drooling. He kept whispering over and over again, "Da-Da" yes, yes. Bending down I removed my socks and slowly unzipped my pants, letting my boxers and the pants pool at my feet. My erection stood straight out towards Al. My cock was larger than his but what he was drooling about was my thickness as he reached out and wrapped his hand around my shaft squeezing me tightly. 

"You are sheer perfection," he said releasing me while he licked his lips hungrily. "You...you are healthy?" For the first time all evening he stumbled on his Russian and I didn't know if he was asking if I was medically healthy, disease free or if I had a healthy sexual appetite.

"I am very healthy." I answered back hoping that would cover all the bases.

"You can perform more than one time in a night?" His eyes were locked on my cock and I could tell he was using all of his self restraint not to pounce. 

"I can cum many times in a night." I answered back smiling. I let one hand slowly stroke over my smooth shaft while my other hand kneaded my heavy balls. I hadn't masturbated or had sex in close to four days. I wanted to make sure the first load I gave Al was going to be a good one.

"I want to suck you first and taste your sweet cum than I will fuck you. How does that sound?" He was off the bed in a flash and dropped down to his knees in front of me without waiting for an answer. 

No one had ever offered to suck my cock before. I always had to cajole a woman to suck me and even then they normally gave me a complimentary suck for a few minutes before giving up. My thickness was too daunting for an inexperienced mouth. Before I could even release a moan or suck my breath in Al's mouth was already half way down my shaft going for more. I lowered my hands down to his head and raised it slightly so his eyes meet mine. He simply smiled as he swallowed more of my meaty length. I stopped him for a moment and pulled back slightly. He ceded the control he could see I wanted and waited patiently for me to make the next move.

I started stroking slowing in and out of his mouth relishing the myriad of sensations his hot mouth, ever moving tongue and even his teeth were doing to me. At one point I pulled my cock from his mouth and pushed his face to my balls which he hungrily licked and sucked until I could take no more and shoved my cock back into his mouth. Every nerve ending in my body was alive with desire and at that one moment I left the job behind me and was a man being served this ultimate pleasure. He tilted his head upward allowing me to go deeper into him and soon he'd taken almost my entire length down his throat. I pulled out to let him breath before going back in again. I knew I couldn't last too much longer and even as I thought it I could feel my cock swelling. Al raised his hands to my ass cheeks and kneaded them roughly between his fingers, sending another explosion of sensations within me, as he pulled me closer to him. He looked at me, knowing that I was going to shoot my load and opened his mouth widely. He wanted me to watch as I shot my load in his mouth. I smiled and obliged him as the dam burst a moment later and flooded his greedy mouth with jet after jet of my heavenly cum.

"Yes...suck that cum...eat my cock." I hissed and shoved my cock deeper into his mouth as I continued shooting my load. 

Finally the spasms ceased and I pulled my softening cock from his mouth. Cum was still dripping from my nearly drained tool as I dragged it his across his lips and beard. I had every intention of sucking that cum from his beard but a moment later Al stood and pulled me to into a passionate kiss letting me taste the essence of my cum on his tongue. We were moaning together as he pushed me back on the bed. 

"Spread your legs." He commanded taking whatever control I had a moment earlier back. I grabbed my legs pulling them open and up wrapping my arms under my knees to hold them in place. He sat on the floor at my ass and reached into the nightstand and pulled a small basin and washcloth. The water was warmed and I took pleasure in the feel of him gently and methodically washing my ass. The soothing feeling of the warm water relaxed me and seemed to wash away any fears I might have had. When he was satisfied I was clean enough he dropped the wash cloth and buried his face in me.

I found myself holding my breath when I felt him taking deep breaths, as he later put it, breathing in my essence. Then I felt his tongue slowly and methodically licking over my hole. I couldn't contain the overwhelming sensual pleasures he was giving me and groaned deeply as I tried to push my ass closer to his face. I wanted more than anything to take that moment in time and freeze it to never let it end. Relentlessly he licked over my hole, pressing his tongue in me, trying to open me in preparation for his meaty cock. His large hands had my ass cheeks spread widely giving him free reign over me. 

"I will be gentle with you for your first time. I want you to enjoy a man making love to you. But as time goes on I will want to unleash myself in you and take you with a force that will bring both us extreme pleasure." I didn't say anything but reveled in the fact that he would want me again after tonight instead I just nodded my head. I wanted the unique and first time feelings he'd been giving me all night to never end. 


A Mole in the House Ch. 01



Slowly and true to his word he gently worked a finger into me. When he knew I was comfortable with the one finger he gave me a second, sending chills of pleasure surging throughout me. I wanted his cock in me and at that moment I didn't care if he was built like a twig or an ox I wanted him to be inside of me with his body lying over mine. 

"Please," I begged, "Please I want you in me." I was desperate to feel his cock in me. I knew it was going to hurt, but I didn't care. I needed to be fucked.

Al pushed me back on the bed and crawled up my body. His naked body pressed me down into the bed. His lips found mine and kissed me hard. I liked these kisses, they came from this masculine need we both had. It wasn't love, it wasn't lust - it was just pure and simple need. 

"I don't like to use lubricant. I like the feeling of skin on skin so I will be as gentle as I can." He whispered into my ear as he took my earlobe between his teeth and bit it gently. He rose up a little and a moment later I felt the head of his cock at my entrance. He pushed but my body resisted him. He pushed again and told me to relax and to try and push my ass against his cock. His black eyes were staring into mine. He pushed again and I felt myself opening up to him. "Ahhh...you are so tight...it is heaven..." he moaned goading me on. Ever so slowly his cock found its way into me, filling me, stretching me in a way I had never known possible and taking me to a nirvana I had always strived to reach. 

I knew I would never get this moment back and surrendered myself to him. He held his considerable length deep inside of me not only letting me acclimate to the new and foreign sensation but to feel the fullness he was affording me. It didn't matter that I was bigger than he was I was completely pinned underneath him, his mouth on mine while his arms held my legs splayed wide. It was both suffocating and sensual at the same time. 

"Now habeebee...now I show you why a man will make you the happiest you've ever been." He rose up on his elbows and slowly pulled half his length from me, I wanted to shove myself against him to have him fill me again but he held me down and slowly sunk back into me. Al let me know that he was now in control. Again...half out...slowly back again...and over again. Our moans filled the room and at the very moment I didn't care who could hear us. He kept this up until he was sure I could handle more. His eyes searched mine and saw somewhere deep inside of me the affirmation he was searching for and started long deep strokes into me. I cried out a cry of total ecstasy pleading for more. 

"Yes habeebee I will always give me more...feel me..." he went on and on alternating between long deep strokes and short quick ones. We were covered in sweat with these strange animalistic sounds coming from deep inside of us. "I'm going to cum..." he yelled a few moments later pushing himself harder into me a couple of times until he stilled and groan loudly and I felt it...his cock spewing deep inside of me, pulse after pulse, over and over again. 

When he was done he collapsed on top of me. We were both trying to catch our breath and return to the now. His heart was beating so hard I could feel it against my chest. I just pulled him tighter against me. 

"I never knew..." I finally gasped out. Al lifted his head and looked at me smiling.

"Wait...this is just kindergarten...there is a whole new world of education waiting for you..."

*

My daydream came to an abrupt end when the shower water turned cold. I turned the tap off and grabbed a towel. My cock was spent. The memory of my first time and Al was enough to drive me over the edge. 

I grabbed a beer from the fridge and went back into the bedroom. It was still early afternoon but I needed to realign my body back to Eastern Standard Time and a nap seemed the best way to accomplish this.

On a personal level l crossed many lines in Syria. Fortunately to everyone on my side of the fence the operation was text book classically successful. They saw that I worked and molded Al in such a way that it allowed me to enter into the inner sanctum the operation called for. Even though I never gave up my little apartment,I moved in with Al that first night and within a week I was sending back reliable intelligence which continued in droves for close to six months. What I didn't put into the reports of the information gathering was how exactly I derived the information or the deep relationship Al and I shared. 

I wouldn't say it was a loving coupling it was more of a sexual odyssey between two people. I gave Al something he had never had before, a man that was willing to do or try anything and the word 'no' didn't exist. He always only had one or two night stands with the eighteen or nineteen year old boy that didn't appreciate the finer aspects of taking the time to pleasure a man. With his guidance I showed him the pleasures he had always wanted.

In return he showed me the fine line between pain and pleasure and when you mixed the two of them the places it could take you to. We were equals in everything, he liked to fuck me and I came to love fucking him. One night he would take total control and have his way with me, another night I would reciprocate. 

During the day we were respectable businessmen conducting business in a country that was male dominated. At night we shed our inhibitions and expressed ourselves in ways we mutually enjoyed. 

In the beginning we took pleasure in it just being the two of us but as our sexual appetites developed we brought more people into the fold and enjoyed both watching and participating in group sex with a select group of influential men, which in turn opened more doors for me to gather more intel.

The operation came to an abrupt end six months later on a weekend that Al had to make an appearance at a family function. I had stayed in the city while he took his wife to her brother's wedding. On the way back to the city on Saturday night insurgents laying in wait and bombed his car when he was a short five kilometers from home. There was a part of me that was grateful that he died instantly and didn't suffer but I couldn't help but wonder if his death came about from the information I fed back to my handlers. 

With Al dead it wasn't safe for me to stay in Syria any longer and I was called back home. I took the route I had taken to get there to protect my cover if I ever needed it again. I went back to Moscow where I debriefed for two weeks before slipping out of my 'Ivan' role, through connecting cities of Europe covering my tracks. By the time I reached London I was back into my 'Aaron' role and readily returned to the United States. 

*~*~*~*~*

I woke with a start. My heart was pounding hard and for a moment I had to search my mind if it was a dream that woke me or something else. My spinney sixth sense was sending red flags flying and I immediately reached for my gun. With stealth precision I slipped from the bed and made my way to the closest where I grabbed a pair of short sweatpants, vanity be my name, I didn't want to get into a battle in my naked state. 

It was just infinitesimal sounds, a breathe too heavy and an unnatural creak. Silently I checked the round in my gun before emerging from the closest. I looked over to the clock and saw that it was just after seven in the evening. 

"Steve." A voice called out. "I know you have a gun but I want you to know I am here on my own and I am not armed." He waited for me to respond which I refused to do. "Steve Dunbar also known as Aaron Mitchell and several other names, I am not your enemy. You have to trust me." I wanted to burst out laughing. How could I trust someone that just broke into my house? "Steve, I'm sitting in the kitchen, I'll turn the light on. My hands are flat on the table and will remain here." I didn't move. There could have been more people than just him. I looked over to the window in the bedroom but realized that would be too logical an escape route and would be the first thing anyone with any sense would have covered. 

"Steve please listen to me. My name is Lawrence Coburn. We have the same employer. Please try and trust me. If I was here to harm you, you would be dead already." His reasoning was sound but he could be there to get information for me.

"Steve your cell phone is going to ring. I want you to answer it. The person on the other end will instruct you to trust me."

A moment later my burner cell vibrated. No one had this number, not even the people I worked for. The caller ID read ANONYMOUS. I clicked the button and a familiar voice on the other end greeted me by name. 

"There are only two people at the agency that know your real name Steve. That is me and the gentleman sitting in the other room. You know me well enough to know that I wouldn't send someone to your private domain if this wasn't important. When I recruited you, you trusted me enough to mold you into the person you are today. I need you to trust me now and put your gun down and go into the other room and speak with Lawrence. This is a matter of national importance." I still hadn't spoken. I got the message now it was time for me to make the decision, trust or not trust. I clicked the phone off and moved to the doorway. In the darkened house I could make only see a pair of hands, palms down on the table. 

"I want you to turn all the lights on in the house." I said in a low whispered tone. I watched the two palms go up and heard the kitchen chair scrap across the floor as he stood up. Slowly he walked around turning on all the lights. I told him to stand in the middle of the living room and place his hands on his head. He did exactly as I told him to do. I held my position for another few minutes listening carefully for any telltales' signs that he might not be alone. 

When I was satisfied that it was safe I walked out of the bedroom, gun at the ready. My mouth gaped open and I had to suppress the desire to burst out laughing the moment I saw Lawrence.

The guy looked like a tall gangly sixteen year old that was just starting to grow into his body. He wasn't a bad looking man, in fact in his own way he was quite attractive but he was just so fucking young.

"Who the fuck are you?" I asked when I was satisfied he was harmless. I walked in a tight circle around him keeping one eye on him while searching the room for more potential dangers. He appeared somewhat shocked by my outburst but continued to hold the position I had told him to take. 

"I told you, my name is Lawrence Coburn and we both work in the same place."

"You can't be more than what? Seventeen...eighteen? I know for a fact MY employer doesn't take boys under their wing."

"May I?" He asked raising his hands from his head. I nodded he could but raised my gun. He dropped his hand to his sides and told me he was going to take his ID out.

"ID's can be faked. I don't need to see that shit."

My phone vibrated again. 

"Just shut up and listen to him." and the voice clicked off.

"You are fucking bugged?" I asked and stated incredulously at the same time. My anger level was at a dangerous point and I knew the only thing that would help was alcohol. I stormed into the kitchen and grabbed a beer and sat down at the kitchen table. Lawrence soon followed suit. For the first time since I woke up I breathed easier as the threat level dissipated within me.

"Are you even old enough to drink?"

"I am," he said then added, "Just" 

I just shook my head.

"Okay." I said loud enough the listening device Lawrence had. "I'm listening now, just as you asked me to." I took a swig of the beer and leaned back in the chair. 

"So...it's nice to meet you Steve..." Lawrence said trying to lighten the tense mood in the room. I nodded but don't speak.

"Our mutual employer is sorry that he had to cross the line by letting me know about your true identity but I think you know him well enough to know he wouldn't have done this if this wasn't a serious matter." It sounded like he was reading off of a script. I didn't bother to say anything just nodded to let him know I was listening. "As you know our 'employer-of-record' is not who we really work for." He didn't even bother to wait for me to acknowledge his statement.

"Recently our employer started noticing that several operations that were in progress have been compromised. Yours, for example, was one of them. Losing the General hurt us gravely. We also lost one of our operatives in Afghanistan. He was killed one evening while he slept, his throat slit..."

"So what you are saying is there is a mole in the house?" I said. This is probably the one thing, as an operative, that I feared most. Even more than death itself. 

Lawrence nodded and continued. "As you can imagine our employer wants to guarantee the safety of everyone within our elite group. With that being said...he wants you and I to work together to try and route out who mole might be."

"And you have a plan?" I asked still not giving an inch. 

"I do...but I can guarantee that you are not going to like it."

"I'm sure I won't." I laugh trying to find some levity in this whole thing.

"I'm kinda a geek...a computer wizard..."

"Noooo...really? I would have never guessed that." My phone started vibrating but I chose not to answer it. "Okay, okay I'll behave." I said and the vibrating stopped.

"You are the personality, you can move amongst these people. I can't do that. I don't have that kind of savvy. They don't trust me quite yet."

"I'm a field guy. It would raise eyebrows if I hang in the office for more than a few days."

"Our employer agrees with your assessment...but what if you were being grounded because your mark was killed on your watch. You are out of the field until further notice so we can look into the events leading up to the General's death. We feel that one of three things will most likely happen. The mole will try to center the attention on you, and hopefully make a mistake. Or with the light being shined on you, the mole will think that he has free reign and will make a mistake..."

"Or he will try and enlist me." I added as the third option. I had never been part of an operation on US soil and the thought of it was quite attractive. I even liked the direction this whole thing could take. "Oh...just to let you know, I am being assigned to you and will be on you like glue." I looked at him and smiled. At that very moment I was finding the thought of being glued to Lawrence quite appealing. 

"Is my house bugged?" 

"This house...no...your apartment is...always has been." He was telling me something I already knew. I had found the bugs two days after moving in. "I am wearing a transmitter. That's how he can hear us."

"Can you turn it off?"

He tapped his ear and listened, all he said was yes, tapped again and he was back to me. "It's off now."

"Can I trust you that you are telling me the truth?" I was staring at him knowing that if he lied I would see right through him.

He took the small receiver from his ear and placed it on the floor and without any hesitation crushed it with the heel of his shoe. Next he stood and emptied his pockets of the few items he had, placed them in a baggy he had conveniently placed on the table and stuck the whole package in the freezer. Then he stripped off his clothes, down to his too big baggy boxer shorts and held his arms out for me to inspect him.

I considered throwing him in the shower, just because I could, but opted to give him a break this time. "So what now?" I asked watching him as he picked up his clothes and folded them carefully. He made no move to get dressed. 

"Now we start. It's Wednesday night, you report to Langley first thing Monday morning, that's how long we have to look at the players in this game and come up with a good solid plan of action.

"Do you have any idea who it might be?" Lawrence shook his head that he didn't. "I have done extensive checks on every person within our group and can't find any signs of impropriety in any of them."

"What if they aren't based at Langley?"

"They have to be. The information that is leaking out is information that can only be obtained at the highest levels. They have to be very computer literate and have enough clearance that allows them to come and go as they please."

"Like you?"

"Yes...if it was me. But it's not." I could see within his eyes that he wasn't lying.

For the next few hours, over pizza and more beer he drew out the plan of action and the roles that both of us were to play. By midnight I came to realize that we hadn't even scratched the surface of what needed to be accomplished. One of the biggest lessons I learned when starting an operation was to not rush things and make sure that you don't cram too much intensity into the planning stages. It will burn you out too quickly and mistakes will occur. 

"Are you staying here?" I asked knowing full well he expected to be asked to stay.

"I would like to. I think that less I travel about the less attention I will draw to myself."

"You have your choice. You can crash on the couch in the living room or in my bed, which is big enough for both of us. My second bedroom is not a guest room."

"Yes, I know." It still angered me that my private life was being invaded like it was. 

My second bedroom was the room I used to pay homage to a hobby I have had since I was eight years old - model trains. I am a fanatic about them and had turned the room into one large train depot. My little collection includes one of a kind trains and at the last valuation I had over a hundred thousand dollars worth of trains, equipment and accessories. 

"If you don't mind I would prefer the bed to the couch."

"Makes no difference to me, and anyway I can keep an eye on your better if we slept in the same room." I said then added, "Sleep is sleep and I plan on getting a good night's sleep. I also plan on getting up early and taking a ten to fifteen mile run in the morning so if I'm not here you'll know why."

*~*~*~*~*

I woke up at five thirty the next morning and looked over to a sleeping Lawrence. He was not the type of man I would have found attractive. The parts of his body I had seen were completely hairless and he was the farthest thing from being athletic as he could be. I became fascinated with watching him sleeping and found that there was something I did find oddly attractive about him - he had this quiet sensuality about himself. I was also enjoying looking at the pronounced tent in the sheet that was barely covering him. 

Before falling asleep he told me a little bit about himself. At twenty-one, almost twenty-two years old he had been working for 'the Agency' for close to four years after being recruited directly out of graduate school, MIT, at age seventeen. He held dual Master's degrees in Information Technology and Computer Science and was months away from earning his PhD in Computer Science. He joked that he was hacking computers practically before he was walking. The kid wasn't stupid but did he have enough life experience to get both of us through an operation like this?

I slipped from my bed and changed into my running clothes and set out to do what I loved doing, running. Running always gave me an opportunity to clear my head and work through any issues that might I have and even sometimes just to think about nothing except putting one foot in front of another. 

Today I couldn't stop thinking about Al. Sleeping next to another man, even non-sexually like I had made me realize how much I missed what I had with Al. I had come to find out there is nothing finer then to wake up wrapped in another man's arms. The unique feeling of running my fingers across a man's chest, down his body and over his hardening shaft and balls never wore off and I relished being able to do this almost every morning with Al for six months. 




A Mole in the House Ch. 01



His death came so abruptly that I went from having great sex multiple times a day to none at all. The worst part was that I couldn't open my mind enough to imagine myself with anyone other than him. His touch was so familiar that I had simply grown accustomed to him. I wondered if I was mourning the loss of my lover or if I simply missed the touch of a man. The one thing I did know was that going forward my sexual preference was men. Al had turned that light on for me and I didn't think I would stray from this path again.

I did my fifteen miles and felt rejuvenated by the time I walked back into the house. Lawrence was awake, still in his boxers, cooking breakfast. 

"Good Morning!" He said enthusiastically.

"Hi...are you always this energetic in the morning?" I disliked morning people with their oh so happy cheery moods.

"Nope...I slept great last night and woke up this morning with some really good thoughts on how to proceed. Breakfast will be ready in ten minutes."

"I'll just jump in the shower, be back shortly."

I wasn't a big breakfast eater but the food that Lawrence prepared was pretty darn good and I found myself eating more than I should have. Conversation flowed easily between us as we talked about our lives before the Agency. I found that Lawrence was his birth name and that his agency name was Garrett Simonson. Like me he lived in Alexandria, just a few miles from my place. Unlike me in the four years he had been at the agency he had never reverted back to Lawrence.

"My parents died in a car accident when I four years old. I lived with an uncle until I was twelve when I started college. I've been pretty much on my own since then. I lived in the dorms at MIT until I finished my undergraduate at fifteen and got a place off campus where I lived until I came to Langley."

"That's very young to be on your own." I said.

"Sometimes I don't think I was ever young. I think that this mass of intelligence that defines me has always made me older than my years." 

"Are you married?" I asked. He grunted a stifled laugh and said no. "Girlfriend?" Again he said no.

"What about you?"

"No. When I'm Steve I don't want to share my life with anyone. I have so little time to myself I have to cherish those moments. When I'm Aaron I am rarely in the United States and feel it wouldn't be fair to someone, plus there are times in my job that I have to...well you know use my body as part of the operation and that wouldn't be fair to someone I might have back here. It's strange but when I'm with someone I think of myself as monogamous."

Lawrence shook his head that he understood. "You really are nothing like I thought you'd be." He said out of the blue. "I've only had one long term relationship and that ended when I came to work for the Agency."

"She wouldn't relocate with you?"

"No..." he paused for a brief moment before proceeding, "I flew down from Boston to Washington for the interview. I don't know if it was the same when you interviewed, but I was scheduled to be at Langley for a week, for interviews and testing, only I was offered the position midway through the third day, so I decided to surprise Warren by coming home early. Well I surprised him all right. He was in our bed with another guy when I got home that night."

"I'm so sorry." I said. I don't know if he expected me to make a big deal that he just admitted that he was gay but he seemed to sigh in relief when I didn't. "That was three years ago, have you met anyone since you moved here?"

"No. It wasn't that I was crushed by what Warren did to me, I knew that he wasn't my happily ever after. When I came to Washington I made the decision to concentrate on my career and getting my PhD."

There was an awkward moment before I spoke. "Can I trust you?" I asked him.

"Yes." He said with complete sincerity.

"The way I got the General, my mark, to trust me was to sleep with him. Before him I had never been with a man and he opened up this world that I never existed before."

Lawrence smiled knowingly. "Did you love him?"

"No. I didn't. But I sure enjoyed the sex we had. I have always been attracted to men and Al showed me everything I had missed out on. I knew going into this operation that the General and the people he associated with were a bad men, they did bad things to millions of people but this man sure knew how to fuck." My face felt warm with embarrassment and I was finding it difficult to look Lawrence in the eyes. "I haven't told anyone about Syria."

"And it will go no farther than me."

My eyes drifted over him. Like yesterday he hadn't bothered to dress, he was still in his baggy, too large, boxer shorts. "You are an interesting person Lawrence...you aren't at all the type of man that I would find myself attracted to and yet I'm sitting here telling you all my deep dark secrets."

Lawrence let out a loud laugh. "Back at you," he exclaimed, "I've never admitted to anyone that I'm gay. No one. And yet I was able to speak openly to you about it." He smiled and took a deep breath like he was about to tell me another secret. "You are breathtakingly good looking and buff and oh my gosh so very hairy and never in a million years would I ever think I'd find that hot...but I almost came in my boxers this morning when you walked in the kitchen after your run."

We immediately both stopped what we were doing and stared at each other. 

"No." I said. "No, absolutely not!" But I knew my words were falling on deaf ears the moment Lawrence reached across the table and touched my hand. "No." I said again but looking down at him, seeing the hunger in his eyes I knew that neither of us was going to be strong. 

"Come with me," he said standing taking my hand, 

"I have something I want to show you." His voice was low and filled with desire. I stood and for the first time realized that we were the same height. Eye-to-eye we stood for a moment staring at each other. His mouth parted opening slightly as he took a step closer to me. "I have wanted to do this since the moment you walked out of your bedroom aiming that stupid gun of yours at me." He raised his hand and wrapping it behind my neck and pulled me to him and without taking a pause crushed his mouth to mine. 

Hesitantly I opened my mouth to his and felt his tongue invade my mouth pulling me to him. We moaned in unison the moment our bodies came together and I felt my body surge with pent up desire as I felt this first kiss everywhere within me. My mouth only wanted more, my nipples went hard and longed to pulled and sucked, and my cock, for the first time in weeks, was coming alive with desire to have this man touch me. 

"Come to the bedroom, please." He pleaded when he broke the kiss off before I was ready for it to end. 

"This is wrong on too many levels." I was trying to say with conviction but knew my words were empty as I stood close to him feeling his hands gliding over my body. 

"Come...it can't be wrong if we both want it." His hand glided lightly over the bulge in my shorts and I knew I was lost to him. 

In the bedroom he took off my T-shirt before pushing me back on the bed. He started at my neck licking and kissing his way down my chest. When he got to my nipples he stopped and flicked his tongue lightly first of the right then the left nipple. I had always had overly sensitive nipples and what he was doing to them was pushing every button I had. 

"I think I do like all this hair on your chest, it's so soft and I love how your nipples pop out from beneath it." I moaned softly when he licked the flat of his tongue over my right nipple before moving to the left. "Do you like it gentle or rough?" he asked. The only answer I could give him was 'yes'. He started gently by taking my nipple between his teeth and grazing his tongue over the tip making me moan even louder than I had been. I could feel what he was doing all the way to my cock, which was straining to get out of my shorts. When he wasn't satisfied that he was pleasing me enough he bit down and sucked my nipple into his mouth and held the nipple between his teeth grinding down on it firmly. It sent me right over the edge and a moment later I shot my first load while still constrained by my shorts.

"Oh fuck." I said panting, hoping...praying that he was going to do that my other nipple as well. Lawrence, hovering over me, just smiled as he helped me out of my shorts. When he freed them from my legs he brought them to his mouth and sucked my cum through the crotch making me hard all over again. "You are a dirty boy, aren't you?" I said smiling. 

"It helps that you are just as dirty as I am." He said winking at me. He wrapped my cock in his large hand and squeezed it tightly, draining the last cum, or maybe the first drops of precum, then licked his tongue over the head getting a first taste of me. "You have a beautiful cock, just how I fantasized it would be. I can't wait to feel it slide in my ass. But first I have to show you something." He stood up and pulled his boxers down.

...the breath went out of my body...

He was huge. 

I don't mean extra large like I was, I mean ass-splittingly huge. Beer can thickness and I imagine more than a ruler length long huge. And I instantly wanted every inch of it. I sat up and took it between my hands pulling him to me, the moment he was close enough I opened my mouth and sucked the head in me letting my tongue glide over the immense head. Lawrence sucked his breath in, held it a long moment and then exhaled as he moaned his appreciation. I knew I wouldn't be able to suck too much of him in my mouth, but I could do some damage to his gorgeous bulbous head. I looked up at him, my mouth full of his cock and he just gave me an appreciative look of awe that I even wanted to suck him. 

"Lie down." I said to him. He crawled into bed snuggling into my arms and I couldn't help but feel how perfectly he fit and felt against me. I let me free hand drift over his body. "We need to put some meat on these bones." I said.

"I think that whenever I gain weight it just goes to my cock." He said laughing.

"Mmmm...yes it does..." I took his one eyed-monster in my hand and let my fingers trace feather softly across his shaft. Lawrence closed his eyes to enjoy the sensations I was giving him. "You know what we are doing is very wrong," I said flexing my thumb over his large bulbous head.

"I don't really care if it's wrong..." he said opening his eyes and looking at me. "I want you...that's all I know and all I care about."

I rolled over on top on him and stared into his eyes. Why did this feel different than what I did with Al? I licked my tongue over his sweet lips and pushed into his mouth sucking his tongue against mine. Lawrence moaned in my mouth as he pushed his hardness against mine. Again this desire reared up within me, I wanted him, more than I had ever wanted anyone in my life. 

I reached behind me and took his cock in my hand and positioned it at my hole. Lawrence's eyes opened widely when he realized what I was about to do. 

Like Pavlov's dog, I had trained my ass to open and relax at the thought of a hard cock slipping into me. I felt the giant head of his cock pressing against my hole and I instantly relaxed against it. The rational part of my body wanted to reject this intrusion, but the needy part of me forced me on as I pushed harder against him. Both of us let out loud groans at the same moment that the head of his cock entered me. It was both painful and pleasurable all at the same time forced me to take more of him. Ever so slowly I sunk down on him taking inch after inch of his beautiful meat into me. "Oh fuck this is so fucking good." I hissed when he was almost all the way into me. His cock rubbed against my sweet spot making my cock drool in anticipation. I had taken Al's cock before, I had even had his full fist inside of me but it didn't even compare to how full I felt with Lawrence's cock claiming every inch of my ass as his. 

Lawrence's body went ramrod tight, his eyes were squeezed tightly shut. "What is it?" I asked stopping.

"I can't...I can't hold out..." He opened his eyes and looked at me and then I felt it. His bucked his hips into me, shoving the last of his length into me, making me shriek from the sudden deep intrusion, as I felt him swell and explode inside me. I felt the throb of his cock as he shot load after load deep into me. He kept coming and coming and for a brief second I didn't think he'd ever stop. I was sitting up straight his cock buried as deeply as it could go in me feeling him flooding my ass over and over again. Finally his body relaxed and he sagged back down on the bed. I didn't move. I was relishing every moment of feeling his thickness deep in me. 

"I've never done that before." He said meekly when sanity returned. I too had relaxed and was lying across his chest with him still buried deep in me. He was running his fingers through my hair, down my back and up again. 

"What? Done it in this position?" I asked. I lifted my head and rested my chin on his chest. 

He shook his head. "I've never been in a man before. Warren...well he was too intimidated, I always just bottomed for him. I'd masturbate while he fucked me and we'd normally cum together." 

"What a fucking loser." I said. "He missed out on the best of the best." I leaned into him and kissed his lips tenderly. "I hope you are going to want to do that to me over and over and over again, anytime you feel the urge." 

"Only if you promise to bury that lovely cock of yours in me very soon," he said smiling, the shyness and awkwardness gone.

"I do plan on that...but we have work to do so you'll have to wait. Anticipation makes for better sex anyway." I kissed him again and sat up. Amazing even semi-hard he was able to stay deep inside of me and I knew that if we stayed like this too much longer he was going to be hard again. I disentangled myself from him and was rewarded with a flood of cum dripping from my ass the moment I was free. Instead of standing and moving away from him I knelt over him and let his cum drip over his body. We burst out laughing as I soaked him with his own juices.

"Do you always cum that much?" I asked cum still dripping from me. He smiled and shook his head.

"I can fill a shot glass plus with one load." 

"Mmmm...I can't wait until you shoot one of those loads in my mouth. I loves me some sweet man juices." I said licking my lips. "Come on, shower time and then we work."



A Mole in the House Ch. 02



*~*~*~*~* THE PLAN *~*~*~*~*

From Lawrence's car came the three laptop computers that he plugged into my over size flat screen. He also brought in two 30" monitors. It took him over an hour to get everything set up and tweaked before he turned the center computer on showing me an organizational chart of the 'agency' we worked for. 

There wasn't much I could say about the outfit we worked for. When I was recruited out of the Navy I was told at first that I would be working for the CIA but was shuffled into one of those stereotypical dark rooms in a warehouse style building on the outskirts of the Langley compound where a mysterious voice spoke to me from...well to be honest I didn't know where. He told me he handpicked me to work for this underground arm of the CIA and that if I accepted the job my life as I knew it would cease to exist.

"Everyone that comes to work for me assumes a new identity. The identity you will fill will be Aaron Mitchell. An entire background for you has been created and it will be your responsibility to memorize it and become it." He spoke for hours about the history of his 'company', the accomplishments and what my role would be. He stressed that protecting his assets, the employees, was foremost and that only he knew the true identity of every person that worked for him. In the eleven years I had worked for him I never knew a name I could call him and like everyone else he was just known as 'the old man'. No one ever saw his face and other the interview he rarely spoke to us again. It was also a given that amongst ourselves we were not allowed to speak about him or anything he might have told us.

The set up was basic. For every five field people there was one handler, one computer geek and one admin. My handler's name was Brian Foster. I did not know the name of his other assets he handled. The information Lawrence was showing me let me know there were ten handlers. That put thirty people in the office that were potential moles, plus Lawrence who wasn't assigned to a team.

The field assets were all only given enough information to get their jobs done. On the rare occasion I was 'in the office' for a few days I spent time with my team but knew very little about anyone else that worked there. It was very rare that two field people from the same team were in the office at the same time. The less we knew about the people we worked with the better it was for all of us. We didn't socialize in or out of work. It was also prohibited for anyone to date anyone from the office. 

I wondered what our leader would say if he saw Lawrence and I hours earlier. 

"Have you ever met him?" I asked out of the blue. Lawrence was shocked that I would even ask a question like that but in the end he shook his head that he hadn't. For a fleeting moment I wondered if he was telling the complete truth.

"Why do you think he picked you and me for this job?"

Lawrence shrugged, I knew he was uncomfortable talking about this but we had already broken so many rules what was the difference if we spoke about this. "He and I have always had this strange discourse between us. I've always only ever reported to him." He looked at me and for the first time ever bared the truth about his position. "I'm the only person who has ever just worked solely for him. He brought me in to insure the integrity of our operations. To make us as impenetrable as possible...I also...well I also follow every operation that is in play."

"You are a security department of one." I said.

"Yes, something along those lines. I also fill the role of Internal Affairs - another department of one. And lately I've become somewhat of the company's historian. Our leader feels that if document every operation we can learn from what we've done."

"So you know pretty much everything that is happening. That is a good thing. Now why me?" I asked.

"He let me pick who I wanted to work with. I've viewed everyone's file and out of everyone I felt like I could trust you the most. You are concise and almost compulsive about how you approach things. Just like last night. You refused to overburden your mind to prevent mistakes from happening. Plus your eidetic memory is more valuable than brute or brawn. This operation will mean the life or death of our agency. If we fail to find the mole he is going to shut the whole thing down."

"How much time do we have?"

"He's given me a maximum of forty-five days before he's going to pull the plug."

I whistled between my teeth. That wasn't a whole lot of time to root out a mole. I think I knew going into this thing it wasn't going to be a walk in the park, I just never expected to be tied down to such a tight time frame.

"Okay...let's hit it then." I sat back against the couch and listened as Lawrence gave me an overview of everyone we were going to come into contact with. I was shocked by the amount of personal information he had on all the faces on the screen. Luckily I had an infallible memory and as soon as he told me something I committed it to the storage department in my brain. 

"What did you know about me before this morning?" I asked. 

"If you want to know if I knew you were sleeping with the General the answer is no, I didn't. But..." he paused with that ethical debate that was going on within him before going on, "I did know that you appreciated a good looking man and...well a cursory search of your townhouse turned up some...um...well, you know what we found."

"You found my porn stash." I said shrugging. I knew that I had no privacy in my Aaron Mitchell life and maybe I was looking for an excuse to take my life to the next step. I really didn't care. At that very moment I was more than content with my sexual preference...very much indeed. "I think it's time to take a union break." I said feeling a nice stirring in my shorts.

"Food?" He asked. I simply shook my head letting him know that food was the furthest thing from my mind. 

"This is going to be a team building exercise." I said standing up. "It is going to test the amount of trust we have for each other. Do you trust me?"" I looked at him and waited for his answer.

"Explicitly." He answered almost immediately.

"Good. Take your clothes off and come with me." 

He stood and took the only piece of clothing he was waering off, his shorts, and followed me into the kitchen. It was strange, I had owned my little house in Fredericksburg for close to seven years and in all those years I had never had sex in it. I had fantasized about it...and now I was about to make one of those fantasies come true. I shed my shorts and directed Lawrence to stand by the sink with his back to me.

"Do you like it gentle or rough?" I asked him, the same question he had asked me earlier. I was standing right behind him, my hard cock wedged along the crack of his ass.

"Yes." He answered. I knew he was smiling as I placed the palm of my hand on his back, took a step away from him and bent him over at his waist. 

"First we'll start with how much I think I know you. I've debated back and forth in my mind how I wanted to take you the first time," I whispered in a low husky voice, "Should I be gentle, or should I take you with the force of a beast - something I instinctively know you'll enjoy..." I took his hands and had him spread his ass cheeks for me. His chest was lying comfortably on the counter. "I decided to take you the way you want to be taken..." I took a step towards him and pressed my cock to his hole. Lawrence was practically panting with anticipation.

"Another thing we both have to learn is to respect each other's limits. We have to build the trust between us. So, if you don't like anything I do all you have to do is say 'stop' and I will stop..." I felt him opening up to me and knew he was ready. 

In one fluid motion I shoved my cock deep to the root into his ass. Lawrence let out a scream, not of pain but of encouragement as he pushed his ass back against me. He immediately started begging me to fuck him in a voice I had never heard from him. He had suddenly shed the boyish imagery and had become this beautiful man that needed to be fucked - by me. 

I held myself deep inside of him, letting him feel the fullness I was affording him before I pulled back out again. He whimpered, but I think he knew as well as I did that he wouldn't be empty for long. A five count later I pounded back into him, feeling the incredible hotness and tightness of his ass. 

"It's okay?" I asked. He shook his head that it was and mumbled in a voice so low I could barely hear to have my way with him.

"You are not to cum..." I whispered in his ear. 

"If you cum I will pull out of you and you won't feel my glorious orgasm deep in your ass...do I make myself clear?" He shook his head that he did. "I'm going to be very rough ...you have to let me know if it's too much..." My tone was gentler, laced with concern. I didn't want to hurt him, ever, but I wanted him to feel the greatest satisfaction from the fucking I was about to give him.

I started slowly, stroking in and out, feeling his every reaction to my cock. When I was deep inside of him he tried to hold me there, but then relaxed when I pulled back. Ever so slowly I began picking up the pace, alternating between long deep strokes and short hard strokes. When I knew he was ready I moved my hands down to his hips and grabbed him roughly and told him to hold on. He opened to me, encouraging me, as I pounded mercilessly in and out of him. His loud moans and begging egged me on as I viciously fucked his ass. Sweat covered both of our bodies as I felt the first stirring of my orgasm and I knew I was going to reward him with an extra special large load any moment. Somehow he knew it also as slapped his back against me and willed me to cum. I wrapped my arms around him and took two more forceful strokes until my cock swelled and erupted in him. Both our bodies shook from the force of my orgasm as I continued pulsing deep inside of him. 

"Oh fuck you feel so fucking good," I panted clinging to him refusing to let him go. Lawrence remained silent just breathing hard, eyes shut like he was savoring every sensation I had imparted on him. "Did I fuck you silent?" I said kissing his neck.

"Mmmm..hmmm..." He moaned nodding his head. "I never knew it could be like this...so good...so fucking good..." He sighed as he pulled my hand to his mouth and sucked lightly on my fingers.

"I'm thirsty...and I know exactly what I want to drink..." I said pulling myself gently from him. Lawrence groaned from the loss of fullness and turned in my arms. 

"What do you want?"

"You." I said kissing his lips lightly. His mouth opened and the kiss suddenly deepened. Lawrence's tongue seemed desperate to connect to mine as he pressed his body tighter to mine. 

"I don't think I'll ever be able to get enough of you." he said abruptly breaking the kiss. "Sadly I think you were right when you said we shouldn't be doing this...because the more you touch me the more I want you and this isn't just a sport fuck...this is something very real."

"It's too late to take it back." I said running my hands down his irresistible body. When I reached his cock I took it in my hands and squeezed him letting him know that I wasn't done. "But you are right, this is something real and for the first time in my life I'm not going to run or back away. It is what it is and if we have to cross hurdles or change our lives to accommodate it then so be it. I'm not going anywhere Lawrence, so get used to it." I dropped to my knees and sucked him in my mouth and once again we were lost in each other.

*

We ate Chinese that night. I was a typical bachelor and mainly relied on take out to sustain myself. It also gave me an excuse to get out of the house for a little while. We spent the afternoon alternating between throwing out ideas how to proceed and exhausting our sexual desires for each other. 

Lawrence definitely was an idea man, the only problem was that he didn't have real world experience and within minutes of proposing an idea I was right there shooting it down and tearing it apart. The biggest problem we faced was the lack of time to take any plan we might come up with.

My operation with the General took six months to set up. I lived and breathed the Ivan role all over Europe before setting foot in Syria. Background checks on Ivan went deep, only because we had the time to set them up. Now we were being asked to set an operation in play in three days with no mark in mind and nothing solid to grasp onto. The strange thing was that between Lawrence and me, I knew we could do it.

"Okay..." I said with a mouth full of food. "This is the way I see it. We need to apply the KISS method to this thing."

"KISS?"

"Keep It Simple Stupid." I said. "We don't try and build any elaborate background on me, no drug problem, no gambling problem - we know anyone with a modicum of intelligence will see right through it. Especially the computer geeks we employ. I know you are better than they are, but they still can find holes. What we do is build on what just happened - the General's death."

"I'm listening." He said. His chopsticks went down as he started to build additions onto my plan.

"I'm sure you can create a bank account in...what the Cayman's? Switzerland? Maybe even Dubai. Someplace Muslim factions might use to funnel money and that isn't easily hackable, but with some extra work can be. Make it 'appear' that my character Ivan, and thus me, was on the take.

Sport me some expensive clothes maybe even a Rolex watch engraved by the General. If you have any contacts in Russia have them put some stuff in Ivan's apartment. We kept the apartment just in case we ever wanted to reactive him and with the right cajoling we can steer someone there. Maybe some expensive books or artwork, you know subtle things. Of course I'll deny everything. Then we'll let everything about how I got to the General come out. I can be publically disgraced laying the bait for the mole. I think the worse we can make me appear the more attractive I'll be to the mole."

"What if he doesn't bite?"

"He'll bite. I'm too valuable an asset to be ignored. I've traveled the world, I have contacts everywhere and I'm going to be really PISSED that I was treated the way I was. An asset doesn't turn rogue over time they turn rogue at the flip of a switch."

Lawrence nodded his agreement. "Will you be in danger?"

I didn't want to worry him, but I wasn't going to sugar coat it either. "Yes, there is going to be a certain level of danger. They are going to want to test me and if I fail...well you know. I thrive on danger Lawrence it's how I perform the best. That's what makes me good at my job."

We were quiet for a long time. Lawrence excused himself to use the bathroom while I cleaned up the containers of Chinese food. Back in the living room I stared at the large flat screen, at the players of the game. I wanted to know each person intimately before we went into this thing. I didn't want any surprises come Monday.

"What do you think?" He asked when he returned.

"I think I want to turn off all this technology. We now have the basic plan and taking a page from my rule book, we need to be well rested and alert. Tomorrow we will do a run through and see if we can find any holes in it." Lawrence looked at time on the monitor. It wasn't even eight in the evening.

"Do you have something in mind we can do?" He asked playfully.

"I've got tons of ideas...but I'd like to get out of the house for a little while, let off steam in another way."

"As long as I don't have to run fifteen miles I'm pretty much up for anything." He didn't even realize what he had said until after the words left his mouth. His face went bright red and I couldn't help but let out a broad snicker.

"Oh I know that for sure." I said and being the brazen person I was grabbed his crotch to find that in fact he was up for the occasion. "No running," I conceded, "But it will be somewhat on the physical side."

"I'm a wimp." He said almost in a sad tone.

"You are the strongest man I know." I answered him with total conviction. "Come on let's get out of here." I grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the garage.

"Thank you." He mumbled before we got to my car.

"For what?" 

"For being so smart and tolerant and most of all for saying yes."

"That was the easy part. The tough road is still ahead of us." I ran my hand down his backside until I got to his ass and squeezed his ass cheeks firmly. I knew that if I didn't let him go at that moment we would never leave the house. "You are so fucking irresistible, I can't keep my hands off of you." 

"Back at you." He whispered running his hands down my chest. 

"Grrrr..." I growled not wanting to stop feeling him against me, "Get in the car...please." I knew I was pleading with him because I didn't have the strength to stop myself. Reluctantly he pulled away from me and got into my Mustang. 

He didn't ask where we were going. The minute we headed down the road his hand found his way to my thigh and was content to tease me the whole time we drove. 

I pulled into the batting range a few minutes later. Lawrence was oddly silent. "Is this okay?" I asked.

"Yeah...sure...just not what I thought we'd be doing."

"When I'm prepping for an operation I need to burn off physical energy. I run a lot but since I know you don't like to run I thought maybe hitting a few balls would be okay."

"Sure, it's fine. It's such a romantic thing to do on a first date."

I burst out laughing. "I promise you a romantic date...after this whole mess is concluded. I will sweep you off your feet."

"I will hold you to that promise."

"You better."

After a quick warm up we took our places in side-by-side batting cages. "Shall we make this evening more interesting." He asked.

"What did you have in mind?"

"The batter who connects with the most balls gets to choose how the rest of the evening plays out."

As much as I didn't want my ego to get in the way I couldn't help it when I looked over at the most non-athletic man I had met in a long time. But then I put myself in check and realized he wouldn't have challenged me had he known that he could beat me...or would he?

"Is there something you want to tell me?" I asked.

"Nope, just challenging you, that's all." His grin all but gave him away so I decided to give in to him, win or lose I knew how the evening would end up and any way either of us chose to play it out of fine with me.

"You're on." I smiled letting him know that I knew exactly what he was thinking.

It came as no surprise to me that Lawrence was an extremely adapt hitter. His stance was near perfect, classical trained, and his eye for the ball conditioned. The only thing he lacked was the stamina to keep up with the pitching machine. In the end, after over a hundred balls and an hour and a half later I walked away victorious with a one point lead over him. 

"I hope you are ready for the rest of evening." I commented when we were back in the car.

"With you...I'm ready for anything." 

I reached over and laid my hand on his crotch. He was rock hard. I closed my eyes for a brief moment relishing the memory of his cock buried deep in my ass and the total nirvana I felt when he shot his load. For a fleeting moment I felt like taking him home and having him bury himself in my ass for the rest of the night. The only problem was that Lawrence wanted more. I could see it in his eyes and felt it in his every movement.

"Good. Now, for the rest of the evening, until we wake up tomorrow morning you are to do anything I tell you to do. You will not hesitate, you will just do it."

"I will." He answered me hypnotized by my words.

"You wear these baggy pants because you want to hide yourself away from people, am I correct?" He nodded that I was. "Our first stop is going to be to get you a pair of jeans that will show your true beauty off. I want the world to see you in all your glory and make people jealous that you have chosen me."




A Mole in the House Ch. 02



We drove to a twenty-four hour mega-mart where he bought a pair of tight fitting inexpensive jeans that, with my approval, fit the bill. The jeans hugged his thin frame showing off his best assets, his glorious bulge and his firm rounded ass. We stood for a long moment in the dressing room admiring his physique and all he could say to me was 'I never knew'. 

"And now you do." I answered him simply. "Come we have another stop to make before I take you home and ravish your sweet body."

We drove out of Fredericksburg and headed south.

"I'm a stickler for privacy and found this place through an ad on CL. I was shocked that in such a remote place that this is a thriving store." I pulled into the parking lot down the street and turned the car off. "What I want you to do is to go into the store and pick out and buy two toys that you want me to use on you. I will walk into the store a few minutes after you do and I will also buy two toys."

Lawrence gives me an appreciative 'Ooo toys!' grin before exiting the car. I waited five minutes before entering the store. The store was moderately busy for a Thursday night with several couples, mainly male/female, looking for ways to enhance their weekend. I looked around until my eyes centered on Lawrence who was fondling a black riding crop with a wide thick leather capped top. My cock instantly stirred at the dual thoughts I was having - seeing Lawrence's ass reddened by the crop and then feeling it striking across my ass, a sensation I enjoyed on many occasions with Al. In his hand was a smaller package that I couldn't quite make out what it was. I walked towards the toys and started looking through the selection.

I already knew what I was going to buy - something I had wanted for a long time and had eyed on every trip I made to the store. My hand reached out and picked up the deluxe spreader bar kit which held an adjustable spreader bar with padded ankle foot and wrist restraints. I felt Lawrence's eyes gazing over to mine and knew that, like me, his cock was dancing in his pants. 

I continued walking around, knowing what my second toy was going to be but wanting to surprise him with it, until I was in his general vicinity. Nodding like any stranger would nod to another I walked up beside him like I was going to reach for an item close to him.

"Hello" I said.

"Hello" he answered me back. 

"First time here?" 

"Yes, as a matter of fact, but I'm finding the store to be well stocked with everything I need."

"Have you been to the back rooms yet?" He looked towards the back of the store and shook his head that he hadn't. "I think you'd find it very interesting." I let my eyes drift down his body and saw the outline of his long cock straining at the front of his jeans.

I walked away from him to the front of the store where I dropped my purchases on the counter and asked the clerk to hold them for me while I went to the back. The rear part of the store held video booths that showed every type of movie one could ever want to see. I stopped at the small booth that divided the front of the store to the back and bought a few tokens and meandered slowly to the only booth that still had an open door. I saw Lawrence out of the corner of my eye purchasing some tokens making sure he saw what room I was entering. I'm sure the clerk selling the tokens, who had given me the once over with a wishful gaze at my pronounced bulge, was pea-green with envy when he saw Lawrence enter the booth I was in. 

I selected a movie and moments later two men passionately kissing popped up on the screen. Transfixed at the sight of such a sensual act Lawrence and I stood where we were for a long period of time.

"Do you know how much I want you?" I walked up behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist.

"Probably as much as I want you too" he moaned rubbing his ass against the front of my jeans. My heart was beating so hard with desire for this man that I felt for sure that he could feel it.

"Let's go back to the house. Fuck all this shit I just want to make love to you all night." I pushed myself tighter to him and let my hands drift down to his hardness. Gone were all the lascivious thoughts I had earlier, now all wanted was plain vanilla lovmaking with this extraordinary man. 

"Take me here, now...I can't wait for us to get home." He worked frantically to undo his jeans and in one swift motion he let them dropped to his knees letting me see that when he when had redressed at the mega mart he had gone commando. I sucked in a deep breath at his boldness and grabbed his cock letting my hands drift across his solid shaft.

"Get ready..." My desires were frenzied as I unzipped my jeans, freeing my erection, all but for a moment, until I buried it deeply into him seconds later. We moaned in unison, even with the two men on the video screen, as I went deeper and deeper into him. I instantly relaxed the moment my shaft was buried as deeply as it could go. My heart rate returned to normal and I was calmed as the warmth of his body surrounded me. 

"I didn't hurt you, did I?" I asked realizing that I had taken him so quickly. 

"Not one bit. I love when you take me in one long stroke. It feels so good."

"Lean against the stool. I want to take you quickly so we can leave here and go home. I need to be naked with you." I knew I was being demanding but I was suddenly aware of the surroundings we were in. How many other people had fucked in this booth before? Guilt flooded my body. I felt dirty and Lawrence deserved better than this. He did as I said, like he was supposed to, and a moment later I was pumping in and out of him. His ass was so tight and receptive to me pushing me on and on until I got to the point of no return. In one last long deep stroke I opened up and flooded his ass with my seed. We were both moaning loudly from the joy my orgasm brought both of us and I knew everyone around us could hear. When I was spent, forehead pressed into Lawrence's back, satiated for the moment, guilty of sin, I slowly pulled out of him. 

Lawrence turned instantly and pulled me into a breath stopping hug. "What is it?" I shook my head. I knew I couldn't put my thoughts into words. "That was good...no...that was great...but you...you didn't seem to enjoy it..."

"This place is dirty, you deserve better than someone fucking you in a place with this." 

"I...kinda liked it...it was...um...primal...I really felt like you picked me up and used me and I think that we all want to be used at some point in our life like that."

I smiled but it was a weak smile. I still felt guilty. "Come on let's go home." His lips found mine. He was trying to let me know that it was okay, that everything was okay. 

We made our way back to the front of the store with all eyes on us, something I disliked immensely. I paid for both our purchases and we left. Without even giving it a second thought Lawrence put his arm around me and we walked to the car like that. I know it should have bothered me, the gross display of public affection but it didn't - for the first time in my life I was proud of being who I was and the person that standing next to me.

*

I woke Friday morning at five thirty to find I was alone. After a quick trip to the bathroom I made my way to the living room where I found Lawrence engrossed in something on his laptop.

"Good Morning," I said walking over to him kissing him soundly before flopping down on the sofa next to him.

"Mmmm... Morning..." I drew his eyes away from the computer screen long enough to savor my kiss.

"Have you been up long?" 

"Never slept," he mumbled ignoring my hard cock that wanted to feel his touch. He had turned into a man possessed with a singular cause. "Okay Ivan has $1.25 million in a Swiss bank account. The account was opened a month after you arrived in Syria with steady deposits being added monthly and one large deposit two days before the General died. I've also arranged for a suitcase to be placed in your apartment, which contains a pair John Lobb Oxford shoes, broken in. Only a trained eye will know that you are wearing a $1700 pair of shoes. There is also an engraved, 'Thanks For Everything', Rolex from Al. In a second apartment rented a month ago in Ivan's name in St. Petersburg is a closet full of expense clothes and shoes and some other expensive items, artwork, etc. There is enough of a paper trail to lead anyone to the apartment without it being too obvious. We want to make them work to find all of your hidden treasures. Giving it to them on a silver platter would give us away." He paused long enough to take a large gulp of soda before starting again. 

"I don't think that Aaron Mitchell would chance wearing high end name brand clothing. It would draw too much attention. An expensive pair of shoes you can get away with because eight out ten people don't look at your feet. The Rolex watch is easily explainable - a gift from Al for 'services rendered'."

"You've been busy." I said. "But you h

have to rest. You can't run yourself down."

"I will rest when I am certain I have done everything to make your story believable and know with certainty there are no holes." He flipped a switch and the flat screen came alive with the thirty faces we spent the bulk of yesterday studying. 

"I've been giving these people some thought." I said standing and walking over to the flat screen. "Each handler is responsible for their own group. They don't know what Joe-Schmo in the next group is doing. Only you and 'the old man' know that - to make sure no two operations overlap. I feel comfortable striking them off the top of the list. In fact, I'd put them at the bottom of the list. The 'old man' has vetted them too closely and I honestly feel that he would know if one of them went rogue."

"I totally agree with you there." Lawrence performed a few lightening fast keystrokes on his laptop and the top row on men dropped to the bottom of the screen."

"The administrative support personnel are pretty much out of the loop of things but I'm not ready to discount them yet. They are all young and fresh out of college. The only caveat to that is sometimes the least obvious becomes the most obvious. With the correct amount of seasoning and a solid back story this would be the perfect place for a mole to invade." Lawrence nodded and moved them to the middle of the tier of suspects.

"My gut is telling me the mole is one of those ten." I point to the row of computer geeks that was now sitting at the top of the screen.

Lawrence stared intently at the images mulling over what I said. 

"I'm going to make coffee, you want some?" I asked.

"No thanks, I've had my fill of caffeine via Coca Cola." He pointed to the empty two liter bottle on the floor. "Cursory background checks on these ten all checked out fine. Guess it's time to dig deeper."

"What does that involve?" I asked from the kitchen. 

"It involves me doing my magic, the same magic that someone is going to do to you. They are going to look into every part of your life, scrutinize every movement you've made and delve into things you have long forgotten. I'm going to need several uninterrupted hours to work this thing down." Playful, needy Lawrence was gone replaced by this man on a mission. "I'll use the bedroom so I don't disturb you."

"You don't have to do that." I walked back into the living room. "Listen, we have today and tomorrow to get our plan in action. Looking more closely into the lives of those ten is something you can do when you are back at Langley. Instead of looking into their backgrounds how about looking at them now? Can't you do your magic on their computers? See if any of them have been hacking into someone else's computer?"

A light bulb seemed to go off in Lawrence's head and he immediately started typing furiously on his laptop. "You are simply a genius!" He exclaimed. 

I gave him a kind laugh and without warning threw my body over his pinning him to the couch. "You need to rest." I grunted breathless from the tackle.

"No. I have to do this." He tried to push me off of him but I was too strong.

"You need to rest." I repeated pinning his hands above his head. "We will be ready by Sunday afternoon. I promise you."

"I have to make sure that there is no chance anything can happen to you." His voice dripped with fear and apprehension.

"Now you listen to me," I said cupping his chin so that he would look me straight in my eyes, "I am going to be fine and so are you. But you can't panic or try to outthink yourself. You've never done this before and I am a veteran. I know how to play the game. It is important that you do everything I tell you to do, exactly as I tell you do it - this is how you will stay safe. What I want right now is for you to come back to bed and get a few hours sleep. When you wake up we will work on my genius plan...together." Moving off of him and sitting up I took his hand and pulled him into my arms. "Trust me that I know what is right for you." I whispered. He nodded and together we walked into the bedroom. 

"Stay with me until I fall asleep." His voice was small and filled with need. "Please"

I saw the expression on his face and knew that he wanted more than sleep. I also knew that I wanted him as much as he wanted me but he needed sleep. I had him lay on his side away from me and spooned him in my arms. "There will be plenty of time for us later." I whispered. "I promise, sleep now." 

*

"I'm probably going to need to go to Langley for a few hours tonight." He said after he had woken up, made love and had taken a long slow, and sensual, shower together. 

"Why?"

"The idea you gave me? I'm going to install a keystroke logger on every computer in the office."

"Are they untraceable?"

"Mine are. No one will ever know that I even touched their computer, because in reality I'm not going to actually touch their computers."

"You can't do it from here?"

"No, there is no remote access allowed - ever. It's one of the security precautions we have in place."

"And you are positive there is no way anyone can ever breach this."

"I want to say 100% positive but any system that has outside access, meaning internet access is hackable. I have installed some very tight firewalls. In essence heavy duty concrete walls they would have to get through to hack into the server." 

"I can't come with you." I said more of a statement then a question.

"No. I should only be gone a few hours. I need to clear the office out, any ideas how to do that."

"Who would be in the office on a Friday evening?"

"There is always someone there...you know monitoring."

"Can the old man clear the office?" Lawrence shook his head that he could. "Then I think you should let him work his magic." I reached over and picked up my burner cell and handed it to him. 

Langley is little over an hour's drive from my house in Fredericksburg. Our fearless leader, the old man, as we so lovingly call him, gave us his silent blessing and arranged to have the office cleared out between five and seven that evening stating the servers were going down for updates, something that occurred on a routine basis. Luckily for us there hadn't been any updates done for the past month and a half so the clearing out didn't come as a shock to the four lone people that were in the office. Lawrence figured it would take him just over an hour and a half to do what he had to do. 

It was such an odd feeling standing at the doorway saying goodbye to Lawrence. He was only going to be gone for a couple of hours and I felt a strange loneliness creeping over me.

"Drive safely." I said with a grin on my face. 

"I will." He was laughing at my motherly ways.

"On the way back don't take a direct route. If you have a favorite restaurant go there and get a bite to eat. Drive around for a little while. Look at the cars around you. Don't take the closest exit to my house. Your best bet is to go past the exit and backtrack. If you think you are being followed at all pull into a gas station buy a burner cell and call my burner."

"I will."

"Maybe I should ride with you. You can drop me off outside of Langley..."

"I'll be okay. People are looking at you not at me. You stay here...study... think...but most of all..." he paused and smiled, "...miss me..."

"Of that I will." I said pulling him into my arms and kissing him. "Please be careful."

"I promise I will."

It seemed like an eternity until Lawrence pulled back into the garage when in fact it was only four and a half hours. Lawrence had a bold smile on his face letting me know that everything went according to plan and the key stroking program was dully installed on every computer and laptop in the arena. He also told me that he installed a variation to the program to the server that he would be able to see who, what and when someone accessed any program on the mainframe. 

"I'll only be able access that from the office," he said. We were stripped of our clothes and Lawrence was straddled over me, my cock was buried deep in his ass while we he spoke. "The old man has arranged for the key stroking data to be sent directly to my laptop." I flexed my hips, pushing deeper into him, trying to distract him but the lure of computers which was almost too compelling for him. 

"Tell me how much you missed me." I said drawing his mouth to mine stroking my tongue against his."

"You were all I thought about." He said pressing tighter to me. "I like this position, it's so deep."

"Yes...I like it also. I love the control it gives me." I said reaching around and grabbing his ass. 

"I had this thought while you were gone."

"Mmmm...I'm listening," he said closing his eyes and concentrating on my hand kneading his ass, pulling and pushing him up and down on my cock.

"After this thing is over...and the mole is taken care of...I want to go away...with you. Take some time together. Just you and me." I had shifted us slightly so my ass was on the edge of the couch and was stoking more deliberately, loving the feel of his tight ass against my cock.

"I think we can do that..." he said grinding against me. His cock was hard and ran the length of our chests almost like a third person between us. "You know that it doesn't matter if we go away or stay here I have every intention of spending as much time as I can with you for as long as we can."

I was silent for a long time.

"After this weekend, until the operation is complete we won't be able to do this." I said sadly.

"Yes...I know...it's going to be hell to be so close to you and not be able to touch you." 

'Yes it will but we have to put any feelings that we have for each other aside. When I am marched into your office Monday morning it is going to be the first time we've met each other." I pushed deeper into him and held myself tightly against him.

"I'll be able to do that. I'll have to wear my baggy pants to hide the excitement I will get from being close to you." Perched on his toes he began a slow bouncing up and down on me. "I'll think of this right now, how good you feel...and how I'm going to shoot a large wet load on your chest when you cum."

"Not yet...there is more I need to say." I kissed him deeply, sucking his tongue into my mouth. I broke the kiss off midway having gathered the courage to say what I needed to say. "I have several weapons I use to always give me the upper hand in any operation." I was panting from the kiss and trying to hold back not shooting my load. "Of course the basic weapons are my brain and my gun but I also use my body as a weapon."

"Oh yes, I've learned that over the past few days." He sighed kissing me along the jaw line up to my ear. 

"If I have to use my body...and you know what that involves...to get the results we need I am going to have to do it." Lawrence stilled and stiffened against me.




A Mole in the House Ch. 02



"I know you will." His voice was filled with sadness. "And I accept whatever you have to do to find this mole. Only...please don't enjoy yourself too much."

"Never." I said. "This is why I've never done something like this. When it comes to emotions I don't like to play games. I never...ever...what to hurt you Lawrence. Ever." I said adding the last 'ever' to stress that I was being serious. Pulling him in my arms I lifted him and still buried deep inside of him I laid him down on his back. My mouth found his again as I started making love to his ass. I wasn't ready to say the words I felt about him - so I let him know how I felt about him through my body language.

"I can fuck anyone I need to fuck to get the job done, but I will only make love to you." I whispered in his ear and a moment later we found our release together.

*

I woke up alone again Saturday morning and found Lawrence deep in thought at his computer. Even my naked body couldn't distract him. "We have our first key stroke reports filtering in." He mumbled flicking a switch displaying computer gobbly-gook on the screen. "There are three people in the office this morning, two computer geeks and one handler. One of the ops in Tel-Aviv went belly up last night and the asset we have had there for close to three years was unceremoniously escorted out of the country and the Israeli's are filing a complaint against the US."

"Our mole is getting brazen."

"Maybe they think their time is limited and is going to wreck as much havoc as they can."

"So what does all this stuff mean?" I asked pointing to the monitor.

"This is letting me know whatever anyone types. For instance the person at this computer is emailing his op in Kazakhstan using one of their codes letting him know to go ahead with the deal he'd been brokering and that the funds would be transferred first thing in the morning..."

"It's just like when I used to get emails from my brother in Moscow telling me that mother is okay or mother wasn't feeling well."

"Correct. I am the keeper of all the codes. Each group uses different codes for different things. That being said we need to learn our codes." I gave him a puzzled look. "I will know when people are monitoring our conversations and I will want you to know also. There are times I might feel you are giving too much information and other times I might want you to go into more detail. I figured we'd do finger codes. Like if I were to tap my finger repeatedly it means that someone is listening to us...things like that."

"And you don't think anyone will pick up on this?"

"Our codes are going to be so subtle that I have confidence no one will even notice. I am in the office all the time, people there know me and know that I'm nervous and I twitch all the time - they are just going to think I'm twitching. As for you I will restrict the codes you will need to give to me, subtle things, I rub of an eye, a scratch of your neck."

"Or licking my lips." I couldn't help but laugh knowing how that drove him crazy when I did that.

"Only if you want me to pounce on you." 

A second later I licked my lips and all conversation ceased.

We were on our countdown of time together. Sleep didn't come to either of us Saturday night. We alternated between long deep conversations about our lives so far, the goals we had and making love. We were two insatiable men that couldn't keep our hands off of each other. The sex toys we had bought were still sitting on the dresser in the packaging they came in. Neither of us felt the need for 'add-ons' - we were content to explore and discover each other. The time for play for both us of was to remain in the future.

"I think we need to start calling each other by our agency names. We need to get used to it." I said in the shower Sunday morning.

"Okay Aaron." He laughed nervously. "I don't like that name. It's just not you. The man I want is named Steve."

"That's how I feel about Garrett." I commented. I was washing his lovely cock, feeling it hardening to my touch. "I love how I can make you hard just by touching my fingers to you."

"All I have to do is think about you and I can get hard." He whispered moving closer to me.

"Will I be bugged once I enter the office?"

"I don't think so. You will be able to go back to your house Monday night but come Tuesday I might want to sequester you to the compound. I haven't decided yet. There are advantages and disadvantages to doing that. We have living quarters there. You will have a private room and bathroom and I will be staying in the room next door to yours. Those rooms have both listening devices and cameras."

"Oh great, some unknown person is going to watch me take a crap. I really look forward to that." 

"I don't think there are cameras in the bathroom, only listening devices." He laughed. "It's going to be hell not being able to talk to you..."

I turned the water off and grabbed the towels handing one to Lawrence. "I know you don't like to run...but about three miles down the Langley obstacle course there is a little hut. I think they use it during quals as a first aid station. If we aren't bugged and we don't bring any electronics with us we could meet there some morning. Everyone knows I'm a runner - that's not a secret."

Lawrence didn't say anything he just walked out of the bathroom and slipped back into bed. I followed him and sat on the edge of the bed. "As good as that sounds I think that someone is going to be watching you at all times. Let's just play it by ear. I don't want to put either of us in unnecessary danger. Now come here, I want to bury my lovely cock in your beautiful ass." I loved how this skinny, oh so young man could command my attention that way he did, but at that very moment I would crawl across a desert to be close to him. 

Five minutes later I was on my hands and knees with Lawrence behind me. His cock was slowly sliding into me, stretching me and filling me in ways I had never thought possible. Lawrence had planted his hands on my ass cheeks and had them spread widely so he could see his massive thickness sliding effortlessly in me. 

"I never knew I could do this," he whispered stroking his cock deeper into me. "I love that you can take me...that you want to take me..." He flexed his hips and I knew he was buried all the way in me. 

"For as long as I live I will want to feel this gloriousness," I moaned pushing back against him.

"Get ready, I'm going to take you now..." 

He moved slowly, long deep strokes. There was apprehension at first, he didn't want to hurt me, but as he gained confidence his strokes became more determined. My ass was his haven and he was getting lost in me. On and on with each stroke he took more liberties. I let me body encourage him and my voice act as affirmation that I wanted more...I wanted him. I could feel his orgasm rising. His breathing hitched. His strokes were more deliberate. His fingers dug into my sides and I felt his cock swell. I begged him to cum. I wanted to feel his glorious shaft erupt spewing his hot elixir inside of me.

"Oh fuck..." he yelled shoving his cock one last time into me. He wrapped his arms around me and held his shaking body to mine as his cock exploded in me. What I thought was sweat rolling down my back I realized a moment later were tears at the moment I heard Lawrence's sobs vibrating against me. 

I moved slightly, letting him roll me onto my side. "Please let me hold you." I begged. Slowly he pulled out of me and I rolled around and took him in my arms. "It's okay...really..."

"No...it's not...I'm so fucking scared. What if something goes wrong...if something happens to you?" He didn't bother to hide his emotions, letting his tears fall freely down his cheeks.

"We'll just be extra careful that's all."

"I...want to tell you something..." he whispered.

"No...not now...not until this thing is over. Please...I know how you feel and you know how I feel just hold onto that." Somehow I felt if we didn't say the words we would be able to protect ourselves if something ever went wrong. "Now hush...everything is going to be okay..." I wiped his tears with my thumbs. "If you don't stop I'm going to take that lovely crop you picked out and really give you something to cry about."

"Promise?" He said smiling. I pulled him tighter to as I burst out laughing.

"Yes, I promise that one day very soon that crop is going to find its way to your beautiful ass and when it does trust me you won't be able to sit comfortably for many days."

"Oh I hope so!" 

*

At four thirty we headed to the garage. We stood between our cars holding each other not saying anything for the longest time. When we finally separated Lawrence handed me a coin.

"It was my great-grandfathers. He brought it over from Russia when he came to the United States. He gave it to his son, who gave it his son who in turn gave it to me. I've carried since my parents died. Now I want you to carry it to keep you safe.

"Thank you," I said holding my emotions back, "I will keep it with me and hopefully very soon I will be handing it back to you."

"These have been the best four days of my life Steve..."

"Yes, they have been and as far as I'm concerned they are just the beginning. I'll see you tomorrow and please don't worry, we will get through this."

I stood in the garage and watched him pull out and drive away. When he was gone I went back into the house. The computers were gone from the living room, the kitchen cleaned and the bed remade. The house that was once my sanctuary now suddenly felt lonely and empty. I locked the purchases me made at the adult bookstore in my footlocker and walked around turning all the lights off. It was time to put Steve Dunbar away and become Aaron Mitchell again.



A Mole in the House Ch. 03



*~*~*~*~*~*THE INTERROGATION*~*~*~*~*~*

Aaron Mitchell was a cocky SOB that from the day he started working at the agency always acted like he was better than anyone else. It was part of the persona that had been built for him by the old man himself who know from the onset that Aaron was a very special person and would always get the job done. 

Aaron's overpowering need for perfection in every op he was assigned caused two other handlers to give up on him but for the past three years veteran handler Brian Foster became the first and only person that could do what he was supposed to do - handle Aaron, keep him in check but mostly keep him under control. 

*

I arrived at Langley just before nine Monday morning. I wasn't sure if was my paranoia, which in my profession is a healthy thing to have, within moderation, but I felt that all eyes were centered on me as I 'sauntered' to my team's bullpen. Casually I looked around at seeing who had seemed particularly interested in my appearance in the office. I felt I knew everyone intimately, after spending the past four days delving into their lives and yet I had to 'pretend' that I was the stranger they all knew. 

Brian Foster was his usual formal self, garnering me a firm handshake as a welcome home greeting. Like me he was former military who appeared to have retained the formalness of rank and file by always taking a military stance and never showing any emotion whatsoever. Over the years and the countless operations we were involved in we always maintained a strictly professional relationship that never went beyond the office. He was a firm believer adhering to the rules and regulations the old man had set forth for us by having a solid separation between work and a private life.

He didn't bother asking me how I was, how the trip back to the United States was or what I did on my days off. He just sat me down at a round table in the center of our space with the rest of team already in place. The admin, Gary Snyder, offered me coffee, which I turned down and the meeting started.

"The three of us have already been interviewed and poly'ied," he told me without looking in my direction. "For some reason they wanted you here to interview as well. I personally think it was way too soon to bring you back to the states. This has all but killed your Ivan persona." 

Brian was letting me know that he didn't appreciate the actions that IA was taking with regards to the General's untimely death.

*

Garrett Simonson, who I knew as Lawrence Coburn, made us wait until after one o'clock in the afternoon. It was planned this way. He wanted to rub me raw at every chance he could. The idea was to teeter me on the edge as much as he could. I'd come to find out that psychological warfare was sometimes a more powerful tool than physical tactical warfare. 

Brian escorted me into the conference room where Lawrence/Garrett sat engrossed in something on his laptop. Brain had made the decision from the onset that he would be with me during all interrogations. The room was practically silent as Garrett made us sit for a cool two minutes before acknowledging that we were in the room.

"Mr. Mitchell," he said introducing himself.

Giving him my best cocky attitude I burst out laughing and turned to Brian asking why they were allowing high school students to conduct internal affair interviews.

"Mr. Mitchell...I don't find your condescending attitude the least bit funny. I take my job as IA very seriously and would appreciate you giving me the same respect I am going to give to you." 

He looked up at me and for the first time in twenty hours I was able to look into his eyes. Images of yesterday afternoon lying naked in his arms flashed before me and I couldn't help but let out the tiniest of smiles.

"Yes Sir!" I exclaimed, still on the sarcastic side but more reserved than I had been.

For the next three hours I spoke at length in broad generalities about the operation in Syria. I was evasive when I had to be and descriptive when I needed to be. The signals that Lawrence and I had worked out guided me the whole throughout the afternoon. Brian sat quietly listening to everything I said, nodding his head when he needed to and adding a word of two when he felt I was leaving something out.

"That is all for today. Tomorrow morning you are scheduled for your polygraph and some more questioning." He was so fucking cute I just wanted to shout to the rafters, but I held my position letting Brian notice that for the first time I was getting concerned about the investigation.

"Is there a certain reason why I have to go through all of this? I debriefed for close to two weeks after the op which included a polygraph. Now, close to a month later you are asking me all the same questions again?"

"Mr. Mitchell, you lost a very valuable asset on your watch. Some new information has come to light over the past month and we have to review all the facts as we see them. Of course it goes without saying that if you are confident there should be no reason for us to be concerned all these questions we are submitting you to shouldn't be a problem." He paused for a moment than added, "Should it?"

"No, it shouldn't." I said meekly. "I've just never known anyone to have to go through this before." 

"Yes well we are dealing with special circumstances now...that seem to be centering on you and the op that you ran...and again I repeat that if you ran your operation completely above board you should have nothing to worry about."

I was released from the conference room at close to five that afternoon. Brian was oddly quiet as we walked back to our area. "Is everything okay?" He asked when we were back in his office. "You didn't' cross any lines while you were there, did you?"

"I always cross lines Brian, that's why I'm so successful. If you are asking me if I had anything to do with the General's death the answer is no, I didn't. I was completely sidelined when I got news of this death."

"That kid in there isn't going to let up on you." He responded. "Don't let his age or naïve looks fool you, under everything he's a fucking bull and will drag the truth out of you." 

'Oh if you only knew what a bull he really is' I thought to myself.

"Go home. Get a good night's sleep. Hopefully this will all be over tomorrow."

*

I knew the minute I got into my car it had been searched. I was also positive that some type of tracking unit and/or listening device had been installed. I just didn't know if it was from our side of the fence or the moles. When I got back to the house and pulled into the garage at my apartment I saw the tip of a slip of paper peeking out from the engine block. As nonchalantly as I could I raised the hood and pulled the paper out.

GO TO RANDOLPH ST. MOVIE THEATER TONIGHT. BUY TICKET, GO IN, BUT LEAVE AND WALK OVER TO HILTON NEXT DOOR. ROOM 307. CARD KEY IS IN GLOVE BOX.

It took me over forty minutes to lose the tail I picked up as soon as I drove out of my place having weaved in and out of movie theaters, snack bars and restrooms. Slipping the key into the lock I waited for the electronic click and opened the door slowly. The lights in the room were low but I could make out someone sitting by the window looking out.

"I watched you walk over here, you weren't followed." He stood and walked over to me his body inches from mine. He was gloriously naked and the most beautiful sight I ever saw.

"Oh fuck I have missed you!" he exclaimed. "I need you in me...please..." he sounded so distressed I was worried that something might have gone wrong.

He lay down on the bed and held his arms open to me, calling me to him. I knew I should have resisted, told him we needed to talk first but my need mirrored his as I stripped my clothes and crawled between his legs. I didn't hesitate and sunk immediately in him. My suddenly alacrity shocked us both when moments later I was buried deep inside of him. I was pounding into him like we were two teenagers trying to get the deed done before our parents walked in on us. Within minutes I had shot my load and for the first time since I entered the hotel room we took a second to pause and just be with each other.

"Wow...that was fantastic..." he moaned flexing his hips trying desperately to get me hard again. I was still in him, my weight leaning on my elbows my forehead perched against his. 

"I will never be able to get enough of you." I whispered kissing his lips gently. 

"I know that feeling." He answered like he was about to say the same words I had just spoken. "Sitting in that room all afternoon with you...I just couldn't go a whole night without touching you..."

"I'm glad you did this...as wrong as it is. I wanted to be with just as much...but Lawrence we have to be careful." Slowly I pulled myself from him, sad that this moment was over and sat up.

My hand immediately went to his cock, like a magnet to metal, and began stroking him lightly. I was still in awe that something as large and thick and breathtaking could be so sexy and evoke a desire in me I never knew existed.

"You are the most careful person I know. I watched you from the moment you walked out of the movie theater, how you walked through the parking lot, weaving in between all those cars and then sitting for close to ten minutes waiting to see if anyone made even the slightest pause towards you. It was the most fascinating thing I'd ever seen."

"You watched me...what's to say someone else didn't also?" He was quiet for a long moment before he shrugged, not knowing what to say. "It's okay Lawrence we just have to be watchful. I will never turn away an opportunity to be with you."

My hand was started moving with more purpose stroking his cock. Lawrence's body seemed to bow wanting to feel more of my touch. His eyes closed, concentrated on what I was doing as a slight moan escaped from his lips. His beautiful mouth remained parted as he unconsciously licked his tongue over his lips. 

"Spread your legs for me." My voice was hushed and filled with unspoken intentions. "Pulls your knees up to your chest and spread them, I want to see that lovely ass I just came in." His eyes were open now and were locked to mine as he followed my directions explicitly.

I slipped between his legs and let my hands run over his ass. His hole was twitching and I could see the glistening remnants of my cum crowning the rim. He was completely open to me when I slipped two fingers into him. Again his body bowed and he moaned with a thankful begging for more. My fingers had a singular purpose and a moment later they glided over the walnut size prize I sought. I used feather light gentleness to start a slow massage of his manly 'G' spot to be rewarded with deep, from the gut, groans from my lover. 

"Don't stroke yourself, but hold your cock up where I can see it." I whispered not wanting to break the spell of this moment. Lawrence instantly complied and I was rewarded with the first streams of silk cascading from the swollen head of his cock. I didn't let up on him. I just continued to massage his gland, overwhelmed by the amount of fluid that was flowing out of him. I knew he was close. His body was tense, the muscles in his long sinewy legs taut. His breathing was labored and I could feel his anal ring tightening around my fingers. "Give it to me...let me see that cock of yours erupt from my touch..." I hissed applying more pressure.

His ass came off the bed as he gasped in a last breath of air and a moment later a flood of cum shot out of him. The first load went straight up in the air and seemed to flow down in slow motion before splattering over his chest and face. A second spurt followed covering him more. He just kept cumming over and over again. I loved watching the amount of cum he had and loved it even more knowing that in about thirty seconds I would be licking every drop of it off his body.

Lawrence just writhed beneath my hungry tongue, opening himself to me, letting me have my way with him. From his cock to his forehead I licked him without mercy savoring his sweet juices. Occasionally I shared them with him when I stroked my tongue against his, but mostly I was greedy and wanted all of this liquid gold for myself.

"Geez you taste so good!" I exclaimed licking my lips when I was satisfied I had gotten ever drop that had come from him. He was still on his back his eyes shut attempting to catch his breath.

"Happy to have obliged," he panted rolling over and looking at me. "Stay the night with me...please."

"I'll stay for a few more hours...but I should leave before it gets light. I'm sure the wolves are at bay wondering where I went."

"I brought beer and some food...it's in the mini fridge." His said out of the blue but didn't make a move to get out of bed.

"How were the key stroke logging today?" I asked figured I would change the subject yet again.

"There wasn't a lot of activity...but," he sat up and looked at me, "someone is checking you out. They ran credit checks on you and Ivan. We picked up audio in your apartment while you were here and your vehicle was searched...I put the note in it after the search. Tomorrow I plan on feeding them a whole lot of information that will have them digging deeper."

"Want to tell me what?"

He considered telling me but finally shook his head. "I think that catching you off guard is going to add more credibility. I want Brian and anyone that might be listening to see, feel and almost taste the shock and pain and I'm going to put you through."

"Oh...I'm so scared..." I said grinning as I grabbed him and tackled him to his back. "You can rustle my feathers as much as you want and then I'll give you a show worthy of an academy award." My mouth found his and all talk ceased.

*

I left the room at 4:30 and walked in the opposite direction from the hotel and the movie theater to a little all night coffee shop six blocks away. My eyes were red from lack of sleep but gave anyone who would see me the impression that I had had a heavy night of drinking - reeking of beer, that I doused myself in helped.

I ate a leisurely breakfast, drank too much coffee and an hour later made my way back to the car. I wasn't even in the SUV when I felt the eyes on me. Casually I looked around and saw the stray other car in the parking lot. I decided not to make a big deal of my tail and just headed back to my place.

*

Brian met me in the parking lot three hours later and walked me over to central processing where I was put through the indignity of the polygraph. I never really understand why anyone would bother to polygraph me. I had proven to them over and over again that I had total control of my emotions, pulse, respiration and heart rate. I could tell the truth and make it appear that I was lying and tell a lie and make it look like the truth.

This was the second polygraph I'd had since the General death. The first one came three days after I made my way out of Syria and back to Moscow. The debriefing team administered the polygraph before even questioning me. Now, six weeks later they were doing it again and asking the exact same questions, in the same order and at the same pace they had asked the first time. The funny part of the whole thing was that I didn't even need to try to fool the polygraph - I did absolutely nothing that directly contributed to the General's death and after forty-five minutes of testing so did the polygraph administrator.

"What now?" I asked Brian as we walked out of the testing center.

"Now you have another afternoon of interrogations."

"Oh lovely, can't wait to spend another day with Doogie. He's just such a fun and stimulating person." My tone with filled was sarcasm as I flashed back to a few hours earlier when we were lying in each other's arms laughing uncontrollably about Brian's miserable dry manner.

"Yeah...well...hopefully we can put this thing to bed today and get you back in field where you belong." I got the feeling that hard-nosed Brian didn't like having me around.

Once again we were forced to wait on Lawrence. I passed the time at an empty desk playing solitaire on one of the spare computers. Again all eyes in the office were on me but unlike yesterday more people stopped by to say hello. Rarely did operatives spend any extended time in the office and the people that worked day in and day with just each other relished having a new and fresh face around.

Finally at one o'clock in the afternoon Lawrence/Garrett walked out of his office and headed to the conference room. He sat down and waited patiently for Brian and me to join him, without the benefit of him asking us.

"Good afternoon Mr. Mitchell." He nodded to me and ignored the fact that Brian was sitting in the room. "I have reviewed the results of your polygraph and am happy to say that you passed with flying colors - but I'm sure you already knew that since all of your answers matched exactly, without deviation from the first polygraph you took. I'm sure much of that has to do with eidetic memory and your skilled training so we've decided to discount the polygraph as a reliable instrument with regards to you."

"Wow...that's a whole lot of words to say such an obvious thing." There was just enough disdain in my voice to set the scene for the rest of the afternoon.

"Again Mr. Mitchell I will request that you treat this situation with the seriousness it requires and attempt to keep your quick wit out of any statements you give." He paused and looked me in the eye. There was an edginess to his voice that I wasn't comfortable with. "Your future career may depend on it." He tapped his finger twice on the table - the code letting me know that someone had bugged the room the evening before.

"Yes Sir." I said contritely.

"Okay. Let's begin." He started the cameras in the room rolling and made a quick opening statement with the date, time, and people in the room before starting his questioning.

"Mr. Mitchell, yesterday we spoke at length about the information you were able to derive from the General through conversations, bugging and finger searches of his private office. Today I would like to delve into how you specifically were able to garner his trust enough that you were able to get the information."

I paled at his words. The moment had arrived and although I had told him, and myself, that I was comfortable with admitting what I had done the fact of the matter was that the moment I opened my mouth my life was going to change forever. It wasn't that I was ashamed of what I had did or who I was. I think I was more concerned with the misplaced stigma that society placed on same sex coupling. 

My thoughts suddenly went to my parents, Bill and Cathy, wondering what they would think of the person I had grown into. They were so proud of me when I joined the Navy after high school. Their home was decorated with picture after picture of me in my Navy whites. They adorned the outside of their house with a US flag and even had put yellow ribbons on the old tree that graced the front yard.

My father passed away during my first tour. The evil of eye of cancer devoured his body and stripped him of his soul until he could take the pain no longer and ended his life. My mother, in turn, never recovered from his death. They had only knew each other, had only ever loved each other. I was the only by-product of that love but I never measured up to how they felt about each other. She withered away into a world that didn't exist until she no longer knew anyone around her. Within a year of my father's death I had lost my mother also.

"Mr. Mitchell?" Lawrence's voice pulled me from my thoughts. I blinked and looked up at him. His eyes bored into mine and I knew that my fears were unwarranted. 

"I'm sorry, could you please repeat your question."





A Mole in the House Ch. 03



"I asked you how you succeeded in getting the General to trust you."

"Yes...well...I did my research on all the key players I was to target. Most of them were squeaky clean - well clean as far as they didn't have any overt vices. Then I found out that the General did in fact have a little unknown vice..." I paused for dramatic effect looking to Brian then Lawrence. Clearing my throat I took a deep breath and started. "He liked to keep company with men."

"Keep company?" Lawrence asked wanting me to define more exactly what I meant.

"He enjoyed having sex with men."

"And?"

"And I was willing to do whatever it took to get the 'in' the job required of me." 

A deafening silence fell over the room. Brian's mouth gaped open and Lawrence's face etched a shocked expression. "So what you are saying is that you slept with the General?"

"Yes...I did..." I answered firmly refusing to be embarrassed by my actions.

"Had you ever done something like this on any of your other ops?"

"Slept with someone? Yes, but the General was the first man I ever slept with."

"What made you do this with the General? I mean why do something you'd never done before with a person you were targeting?"

I waited a brief moment before answering. I wanted both Lawrence and Brian and whoever was listening to know that I was thinking very carefully before answering the questions being asked of me.

"I would be lying to you if I said that it was just the job. The truth of the matter is that for as long as I can remember I had always found a certain attraction to men. When I found out the General enjoyed being with men and I met him, there was a definite chemistry between us which made the decision even easier."

"How did you...I guess for a better word ...seduce...him?"

Without hesitating I recounted the first meeting, the luncheon that led to the dinner with Al. In graphic detail I told him how Al enticed me into his bedroom and over that first night showed me the pleasures of having a man.

"Did you stay the night with him that night?"

"Yes. The next morning he asked me to spend the weekend with him. He sent one of his servants to my apartment to get some clothes for me. I imagine he also had them search my place as well. It didn't matter, I really never went back there again."

"So after one night with him you for all intent and purposes moved in with him?" Reluctantly I nodded that his statement was in fact correct. "Were you in love with General?"

"No Sir, he was a mark that I worked for information."

"Was the General in love with you?"

"He never said that he was. He enjoyed the sex we had and appreciate me as a person but I don't think love entered into the picture."

"Did he give you gifts?"

Ahh...it was all becoming clear now...there was a part of me that wanted to smile at his brilliant trail of bread crumbs he was laying, but I kept that inside of me and displayed an uneasy stance at the question he had asked.

"He gave me a few things." I said trying to gloss over the subject.

"I didn't know that a ten thousand dollar plus Rolex watch is considered a 'thing' - and I didn't see the watch listed on your report at all."

"The watch...well the watch was a gift...I made the General happy, he gave me a gift ...it was that simple."

"What other 'things' did he give you?"

"You know...he bought me some clothes, some suits...he wanted me to look nice when we out." A part of me was pleased the way Lawrence was taking the interrogation but there was still an undercurrent that was making me uncomfortable.

"Sounds like you were a well kept man." Lawrence commented with disdain oozing in his tone.

"The General was a very wealthy man and he liked to give me gifts. It didn't stop the information from flowing. In fact the more things he lavished me with the happier it made him and the more he trusted me and spoke to me. The General had never had a relationship with a man like he had with me. It was very important to him that I was happy." I stopped talking long enough to realize the hole I was digging myself in - just what Garrett wanted.

"He was very frustrated with the slowness of the civil actions and expressed to me in diminutive detail upcoming insurgents and plans that were being made. I was also privy to the support that Russia was giving the government and dates of times or arms shipment deliveries. To me it was a win-win situation for everyone."

"Yes well your thinking isn't always the way other people think," he commented. "I want to move on but we will re-visit this subject again. Did you ever travel with the General?"

"Yes. About a month after we met he took me to a conference he attended in Dubai. On the surface it was an economic conference attended by several Arab nations. He was also meeting with several key Hezbollah members and I thought it would be beneficial that I attended, but you knew that because it was detailed in the reports I sent."

"That is true, but I would like for you to walk us through the events that led to you being able to send us the information you were able to inveigle from the meeting. I'm sure you weren't sitting at the same conference table as those men."

"I discovered that with men like this conference room tables were for formal broad agreements. Details and under the tables actions took place elsewhere..."

*

My mind filtered back to that weekend, to the second night of the conference when Al told me there was a very special evening planned. He hadn't touched me all day, something that was unusual for him, telling me he wanted to save all of his energies for the evening's activities that were planned. We napped into the late afternoon then he took me in the bathroom where we bathed and we took turns cleansing ourselves. I had learned from the first time we were together, Al was compulsive about cleanliness.

"Tonight we might be enjoying the company of other men. Because life is not always black & white and some of the men will have escorts they might not know as well as you and I know each other we insist that all sexual activity be carried out in the safest of manners. There is never any exchange of any bodily fluids. " He said grabbing a handful of condoms taking some for him and handing me the rest. "Tonight we will take on roles. I will be dominant, you will be submissive. You must not shame me by trying to be anything other than a bottom."

This was something I hadn't counted on. I hadn't realized until that moment that perhaps I was just a commodity to the General. How could I be so smart and savvy about things like intelligence gathering and yet so naïve about sexual things?

"What if I don't want to go?" I asked innocently not sure I wanted to feel the touch of another man.

"It is expected of me to bring an escort. If you choose not to go than I will have to hire a prostitute for the evening and the chances of me getting anyone of quality at this late hour will be dim."

My shock melded into sadness when reality hit me. I stood and walked out of the bathroom to the bedroom and started packing my clothes. Even though I had provided only a solid month's worth of intel I was unwilling to compromise my personal self in this manner for a mission. I figured that by the time I backtracked to Syria and then to Russia I could come up with enough of a cover story to explain why the op had come to an abrupt end. In the end operations like this were at my discretion and if I chose to end it there would never be any backlash.

"Habeebee don't be like this." He was standing watching me pack. "Please...my Russian is bad, you know that sometimes I don't speak clearly."

"Oh I think you were quite clear about the role I am supposed to play tonight."

"Please habeebee...I'm sorry, don't go. We'll stay in tonight. I will call the prince and tell him I am unwell. You are so special...we are so good for each I don't want this to end, especially like this..."

"What is tonight about?" I stopped packing and sat down on the bed.

"Many years ago a group of men came together and formed this silent group. We have many things in common, we are all well off, we all have a desire to obtain powerful positions in our government, and well, we all love the company of men. There are twenty of us from all over the world and once or twice a year we get together to report on the condition of our government, exchange ideas, work on strategic planning and...enjoy our sexuality. We each bring a guest with us and pick one whole night to enjoy the company of other men anyway we see fit. The twenty men normally play top while our guests service us although there have been times that I have enjoyed one or two of the other twenty...some of them have deliciously large cocks. Most of us live in heterosexual world and enjoy this time to express our real passions."

"And some of the men bring prostitutes" I asked.

"Many of the men don't have...um...lovers...like you and I are...so they hire professional men to come with them. We have been doing this for many years and some of the men use the same 'escorts' every year."

"What about you?"

"I normally bring someone with me. I bring a current lover or one of my servants that I use when I am between lovers. It is sad to say that our economy is very depressed and because of that there are many men that will do anything to earn some money. I have used men like this for many years." For some unknown reason I needed to know that I was different then the other men he used and as if he was reading my mind he told me, "When I met you I forgot all those other men. You are so very special to me. You have shown me that I can have a normal healthy relationship with a man. Something I have always wanted."

"But you want other men to use me tonight? How special can I be to you if you are willing do this - aren't you bothered by this or thought about telling me in advance about it?"

"I was wrong. I am sorry. I think that maybe I considered this would be an exciting welcome surprise for you. You have so little man experience and being with these men is like being a child in a candy store. There is so much to choose from."

In the end I did go to the party. It was held in a penthouse apartment of a wealthy Egyptian prince. The penthouse afforded spectacular views of Dubai and for the first few minutes that we were there a hushed silence fell over us as we looked out over the vast expanse. 

It goes without saying that there was no alcohol served, but there was plenty of hashish and for the more discerning the finest cocaine. The dining room table was laden down with a smorgasbord of food and small pub-style tables were set up around the massive living room along the windows. Several men that had arrived prior to us were eating and talking before the evening's festivities started.

When the final member of the twenty arrived the Egyptian prince, Abdullah, gave a short speech and a prayer for a wonderful evening. The twenty men then presented their escorts for the evening. Most of the men were younger. In fact I was the oldest non-member in attendance. I figured the average age of most of the members 'dates' was somewhere in the twenty year old range. One of the Hezbollah men, Farhan, who I had met the day before was proud to present his nephew that was still a virgin and was auctioning him off to the highest bidder - an event that was common place at these gatherings. The men immediately surrounded the young man removing his clothing and inspecting him like he was a prized horse they were about to bid on. The boy himself was not at all fazed by what was happening to him. He even appeared happy to be the center of attention.

"It is an honor to have the attention of these men." Al explained to me. "His mother, Farhan's sister, married in haste to a simple layman. They have always struggled and the money that Fawzan makes this weekend will serve his family for years to come. In their culture the rich remain rich and the poor are always poor. Fawzan is eighteen years old now and is one of twelve children and his mother is pregnant again. He will return home a hero."

Sometimes it's difficult to comprehend the differences in the cultures. I was raised where we have the choice of what we want to do with our life. A poor person can rise up and become a billionaire if they so chose and set their mind to it. In impoverished countries like Syria you are what you are from birth and it would take a miracle to ever change that.

"Will you bid on him?" I ask.

"Yes, even though I have no desire to possess a virgin but I am expected to contribute to his purse and will do so happily. Allah praises the charitable." He turned to me and smiled "You provide me with everything I could ever want in a man, but it is important that I make a showing that I have a few different men tonight. It is expected of me."

"What is expected of me?"

"Nothing. You can enjoy yourself if you'd like or not." His tone was warm and sincere letting me know that he wasn't forcing me to do anything I didn't want to do. He leaned into me and kissed my lips gently. "Shall I have you first?" He pulled me into his arms and held me against him so I could feel his hardness under his thawb. I was still feeling indifferent about the evening and shook my head no.

"You go and enjoy these young men. I know after you have someone else it will make you realize how lucky you are to have me..." I said with a glint in my eye. He appeared disappointed that I turned him down but I knew he would get over it the moment he sunk his cock in some young man's willing ass. 

I walked around the room watching the men enjoy the naked flesh of the men around them. The men quickly shed their clothing and within a short few minutes the large room was filled with the grunts and groans of men enjoying themselves. 

My attention was drawn to a small Asian young man that was surrounded by four other men speaking rapidly in Arabic. Methodically he sucked on each cock, one at a time, while the men carried on a conversation about weapons deployment. I lingered close enough to them to listen to their conversation but far enough away that I wouldn't draw attention to myself.

Their conversations continued on until one of the men pulled his cock from the young man's mouth and shot his heavy load across the Asian's face. The other men aroused by the sight started stroking their cocks in earnest until they all came across the boy's face. Once they had all cum they returned to their conversation and the boy, cum dripping from his face started sucking them again.

"It's very sexy...yes?" The voice whispered to me in perfect Russian. Two hairy arms wrapped around me as the naked body behind me pressed itself against my back. "But not as sexy as you are."

I turned slightly and saw the arms belonged to Prince Abdullah who smiled a brilliant white smile at me. "Your benefactor tells me you are not only good at your job but you fill his bed nicely also."

"The General is a good man and I appreciate the time I spend with him."

Moving even closer he started biting me softly down my neck and along my shoulder with each nip getting just a little harder. I had to admit that what he was doing to me actually felt good only serving to make my cock harder than it already was.

Abdullah was a bear of a man and I was enjoying feeling the warmth of his arms wrapped around me. I allowed myself to relax and leaned back against him letting him have his way with me.

"So politically correct...you truly are a salesman at heart...Mmmm...I like watching men enjoy themselves," he whispered, his hands were working my nipples and he was grinding his erection along the crack of my ass. "Look at your lover...how he takes that man, shoving his thick cock into his little hole. I love watching him fuck other men...he probably hasn't told you but we were each other's first lovers, we discovered our love of men together...I love him with a passion and yet I have no jealousy because no one will ever take what we have away." I was reeling from Abdullah's confession as we silently watched Al pounding away at the young man he had chosen.

"Does he fuck you like that?" He paused long enough for us to watch Al for a few moments as he used the boy with no emotion whatsoever. "No...I don't think so, I think he likes to take his time with you...giving you pleasure brings him pleasure..." He was really tugging on my nipples rolling them between his firm fingertips. The pleasurable pain was getting to me. "You are a man that deserves to have attention paid to you, not like these little sluts the others bring here." He bit down on my shoulder and sucked my skin into his mouth. I knew he was marking me and wondered if he marked all the men he used. "Mmmm...you taste delicious. I'd like to taste more of you...but only if you'd like."

I turned to face him. 

"How do I address you?" I asked naïve to the social protocol of addressing a member of the Egyptian royal family.

"I don't stand on ceremony on nights like this," he moved closer to me taking my cock in his hand and stroking it lightly rubbing his thumb over the head spreading my ample precum seeping. "You can call me Lolly, that's what my friends call me and...Ivan... I REALLY want you to be my friend." He paused and looked around. Al had finished with the boy he had fucked and was staring at me.

"Would you like to see the rest of my humble home?" I nodded yes and looked over to Al one last time. He simply smiled and nodded almost like he was telling me I had made a good choice.

"Would you like your lover to watch us?" He asked before we started to the back of the penthouse.

"Would you enjoy that?"

Without answering he motioned for Al to join us and somehow, deep inside, I knew his asking me was just his way of being polite, that they had planned all along for the three of us to be together. In the end the only room in the thirty thousand square foot penthouse I got to see was the prince's private suite of rooms which included his sleeping quarters, his private office and a bathroom bigger then my entire house in Fredericksburg.

I walked around the room, looking at the magnificent artwork that adorned the walls, while Al and Lolly shared a private moment together. When I turned back to them they were embracing their mouths lost in one of those never ending kisses. Abdullah's words echoed in my head - that he didn't feel jealousy towards the men Al chose to be with - but it didn't help stop the brief streak of the green eye monster rearing it nasty head within me when I realized the depth of feelings these two men had for each other. It was nothing I had ever experienced with another person before. 

"You will have to excuse us." Al said turning to me, taking my hand and walking me over to the bed. "Lolly and I have known each other for as long as I can remember." Al lay down on the bed showing me his now hard cock.

Walking up beside me Lolly took my cock in his hands and stroked me with a renewed purpose. "I would love to feel this beautiful thick cock of yours in my ass." He said moaning softly when I responded with a slight thrust of my hips. I cupped the cheeks of his ass in my hand giving them a tight squeeze before I let my fingers drift down his crack over his twitching hole. Slowly I pushed a finger in him. He pushed back against my hand, wanting more and I pushed a second finger deeper into him.

"This is what I want to do..." I said stroking my fingers in and out of him. "I want you to crawl between Al's legs and bury your cock deep in his ass. Pull his legs up tightly so you are fully over him. When have done that I will remove my fingers and give you my cock."

"Yes..." he panted following my instructions. Al opened himself widely to Lolly who took him in one long deep stroke. The room echoed with Al's screams as Lolly felt the tightness of Al's unprepared ass.




A Mole in the House Ch. 03



I gave him a moment to stroke his long shaft in and out Al before I knelt behind him and removed me fingers. Then, like he had taken Al, I slammed my cock deep into him. When my thighs hit his ass I stopped and stilled myself. It was taking every ounce of strength I had not to shoot my load. Lolly's ass was so tight ...tighter than Al's and somehow he seemed to hug my cock trying to get me to go deeper into him. 

On my knees I stroked in and out of Lolly's ass in turn controlling his movements in and out of Al's ass. We were moving with a coordination like we had been doing this all of our life. Lolly was lost in Al's embrace. I was just an extra add on to their pleasure but at that moment I could have cared less I was driven by the passion I was feeling at the moment of this tight ass that was about to make me shoot my load.

All too soon I felt Lolly tighten around me, he could hold off no longer. His moans, mixed with Al's were driving me to give them what they were asking for and with one last thrust I went deep in Lolly's ass opening up and shooting my load the moment he poured himself into Al's ass. Together, as one, we shared this fantastic orgasm none of us wanted to end.

*

The room was quiet. Lawrence and Brian were staring at me. Once again my thoughts had dragged me away. I apologized and asked Lawrence to repeat the question he had just asked me.

"What was the relationship between Prince Abdullah and the General?"

"They were very close. There were times they moved with the grace of brothers and others that I could see the love they two of them shared."

"Did you overhear any of their conversations while you were in their presence?"

"Yes...as I detailed in my report when they thought I was asleep they spoke at length about the civil actions in Syria. The General had hinted to Prince Abdullah that there was possibly another splinter faction in his government that was about to occur and that if that did happen it would elevate his position within the newly formed government."

"And how did the prince feel about that?"

"Other than the prince's sexual proclivities he was on the extreme conservative side and didn't appreciate western culture creeping in and dictating what he and his country should do. He was a devote Muslim and wanted his country run under Muslim conservative rule. The General was less conservative and felt that a combination of western culture and Muslim conservatism would be best for his country."

"Did you ever see the prince again?"

"Yes he came to Syria for the wedding the General attended the weekend he was killed. He arrived in Damascus two days before they left for the wedding and stayed with us in the General's apartment."

"And you slept with both of them again?"

"Yes. We enjoyed each other's company on several occasions over that two day period."

I looked down at my watch. It was nearing four thirty in the afternoon. Lawrence has been questioning me for over three and a half hours non-stop. Brian was deadly quiet, the shock of my revelation having worn off.

"I'd like to go back to Dubai for a few moments...if I may," I nodded to Lawrence and he proceeded with his questioning. "Did you have sex with anyone other than the prince and the General at the...we'll call it the event?"

"After we rested up, around eleven pm, we went back to the festivities in the living room. They were auctioning off the virgin. Al and Abdullah made some mindless bids, not really wanting the young man. The young man eventually lost his virginity to a seventy-five hundred dollar bid. The winner took the boy's virginity in front of the group. When he had cum he left the boy to rest of group and we watched as every one of the twenty took the boy anally. After that Al prodded me to suck a few cocks, so it looked like I was taking part in the festivities. Around one in the morning Al, Abdullah and I returned to Abdullah's bedroom where we spent the rest of the night."

"Were you compensated for this?"

"The next morning I was handed an envelope that was filled with cash. I did not count it but from a quick glance I knew there was a couple of thousand dollars in it. Before we left I slipped the envelope in the young virgin's jacket pocket. He was unaware that I did this, but I felt he needed the money more than I did."

"Did the prince give you anything, other than cash?"

"I don't know if the prince gave me cash or not. He did hand me a gift when I was leaving. I tried to refuse it but he insisted I keep it."

"And that was?"

"As you...and Brian know...he gave me a ten carat flawless diamond which I turned over to our office when I debriefed in Russia. I still have the receipt I was issued if you would like to see it."

"That's not the point Mr. Mitchell. The point is that this man most probably gave you cash...in some amount that you don't know and a stone that has a value over seven hundred and fifty thousand dollars...that's a pretty nice haul for a nights work."

"Mr. Simonson I do not appreciate the insinuations you are making and if you continue with this line of questioning I will end this meeting and the next time we see each other you can do so with my attorney present."

I tried to read Garrett's expression but for some reason he refused to look at me. A pit was forming in my stomach that something just wasn't right.

"Okay we will leave the gifts and trinkets behind. Let's talk about the two days that the prince stayed with you and Al in Damascus. There is something that I'm curious about. You spent all this time with Al, you intimated that, and I quote, from the first night you were together you rarely spent a night away from each other, unquote. Did you travel with the General when he spent weekends with his family in the country?"

"The first time he went to see them I stayed in Damascus, but on subsequent visits I traveled with him."

"And why was that?"

"The General didn't like spending time away from me. He and his wife had separate sleeping quarters at their home and I was provided a room that connected to his. He would take care of his husbandry duties in his wife's rooms and then return to me."

"Didn't this bother you?"

"Bother me? No...not really. I was doing a job. He conducted business when he was in his private quaters and I was privy to the conversations he had. Some of the best intel I gathered was when we were at the country home."

"Did he ask you to go to the wedding?"

Now I knew why Lawrence didn't want to let me know how the questioning was going to go - he was drawing a line straight to me to killing the General. It was brilliant thinking but it also bothered the hell out of me. So far I had only told two lies all afternoon - the one about the General giving me the Rolex and providing me with clothing, everything else I had said was the truth, only slanted Lawrence's way.

"Yes he did but I didn't feel it was right for me to attend the affair since it wasn't at the General's complex."

"What about Abdullah? From what you said Al and Abdullah traveled together to the wedding and yet he wasn't in the limousine when it was bombed."

"I was told the prince received a phone call during the reception and left shortly afterwards. He was transport via helicopter back to Damascus where his private jet was waiting for him."

"How fortunate for him...planned out perfectly I'd say." I looked up at Lawrence and for the first time all day I saw something different in his eyes. The glint was gone and he looked like a man that was on a mission...to bring me down. "At any point did you consider how lucky you were that the one weekend you chose not to go away with him he was murdered?"

"Again I don't like your insinuations and if don't change the tone of the questioning I will be forced to leave." Alarms were blaring loudly in my head and I found myself shifting uncomfortably in my chair.

"Okay...I only have a few more questions..." he finally said, "for now. Did Prince Abdullah invite you to visit him in Egypt?"

My eyes widened at his question. It was something we had never ever discussed. How would he know that the prince had made it clear that he wanted me to come to Cairo?

"He let it be known that if anything ever were to happen between the General and me that he would be more than happy to host me and my company in Cairo." My words were tentative and even as they fell from my mouth I knew there was no hope for me.

"How did you react to that?"

"I let him know that my loyalties with were the General and thanked him for the offer."

"Did he try and contact you after the General was killed?"

I shrugged noncommittally. "My only thoughts after the bombing were to get out of the country. I shut my phone down immediately and got out as quickly as I could."

"That doesn't answer my question. Did he try and contact you?"

I let a long pause go by before admitting that he did. "He left several messages on Ivan's business line in Moscow but I never called him back."

"Would it surprise you to know that he has been searching for you since the murder? That your apartment in Moscow is being watched, your phone lines tapped and he was able to follow your route through Europe until you hit England where he lost your trail. He's been using facial registration software trying to find you."

At that very moment I had no idea whether Lawrence was telling the truth or a bold face lie. If it was the truth I knew my career was over. I would never be allowed in the field again. If it was a lie did he have enough data to back up the lie?

I looked at Brian then to Lawrence. There was a subtle shift in the room that suddenly made my skin crawl. My sixth sense kicked in big time bringing bile to my throat and fear filled every pore of my soul. I didn't know if I was over thinking this but I suddenly centered on the past few days with Lawrence wondering if they were real or if this was an elaborate set-up to pin the General's death on me. More than anything I needed to talk to him but had no way to communicate that to him.

Numbly I stood and looked at Lawrence/Garrett and announced that the meeting was over and walked out. I didn't bother waiting for Brian to follow me, I just walked straight from the conference room to the front door and a moment later I found myself running to my car.



A Mole in the House Ch. 04



*~*~*~*~*~*ON THE RUN*~*~*~*~*~*

The advantage of being me is that I have the knowledge to get lost and not be found...

The disadvantage of being me is that someone will always be looking for me...

*

I had gone to a place I had never been before - the mythical land of real, heart pounding fear. Now I needed space and time to think. 

Over the ten years that I've been doing my job I've gained enough knowledge to recognize there are four basic parts to running a good operation; Planning, Execution, Concluding and most importantly - having a fucking good back-up plan. I have never started an op without having an escape plan already in place. 

Somewhere along the way, about five years into this life I adopted, I realized that it would prudent of me to have an escape plan if anything ever went wrong with the job, exactly like what was happening to me now. I could cite a thousand reasons why but it basically boiled down to I valued my life enough to want to build an escape plan on my home turf if this day ever arrived.

The moment my SUV exited Langley I went into overdrive executing what I called my "Get-the-Fuck-Away" plan. I only had a Plan A so I knew it had to be a good one. The basic premise of the plan was to ditch everything that could be tracked back to Aaron Mitchell as quickly as possible. This involved dumping the SUV and everything that could remotely connect me to my former self at a mega mart shopping center 3.3 miles from the Langley gate.

My plan was executed in stages. One: get to the Mega Mart and get a clean (bug and tracker free) set of clothes. Two: Hide out until dark - there was an hour and a half hours of daylight left. Three: Make my way using alleyways and side streets to the storage facility where I had everything I needed to assume my new identity and make a (hopefully) clean getaway.

The only kink in my plan and the thing that I feared the most was facial recognition software.

The software had become the bane of my profession because as the technology had developed the 3D capabilities used to identify distinctive features on the surface of the face, such as the contour of the eye sockets, nose and chin had become more precise. I was gambling on the hope that the shopping center I had chosen my escape in was old enough that they didn't have the state of the art cameras and that the people tracking me were going to use the software to do surface viewing. I was counting on them looking through the crowds to find me rather than searching each person in the camera's eye on a detailed level. I figured it was all dependent on who had access to the video cameras that surrounded the area and how badly they wanted me.

My hiding space at the Mega Mart was a little niche I had discovered under the loading dock at the back of the anchor store in the shopping plaza. It's amazing how people look past you when you put on dark pants, a yellow shirt and carry what looks like a vest over your shoulder. To them I was just another employee getting ready to step out on the loading dock to take a break. I had run this scenario, under the guise of practice makes perfect, every time I came home from an operation and never once did anyone question me.

When I was sure I wasn't followed I made myself comfortable with a store bought bottle of water and two protein bars while I waited on the darkness. This brief respite gave me the quiet time I needed to figure out my next step after I made my getaway. Sadly I knew that I wouldn't be able to contact Lawrence. He was persona non grata for however long it took for this thing to end. As disturbing as this was it truly was for the best. I had lost my focus with him and let my guard down, something I had never done before. 

The reality of the situation is that paranoia, in contained situations, can result in a healthy state of mind when you do the type of work that I do. For me it makes me question everything around me, especially the things I do and say. Other than the first ten minutes of our meeting, the four days I spent with Lawrence were free of any doubts or second thoughts which in turn opened the flood gates for other, new to me, emotions to surface. The biggest thing, and something I had never experienced before with someone, was a Zen-like state many people called optimism. I even envisioned a future with him, something I had never experienced before.

Unfortunately, like many things in life, all that went south the moment we left the bubble of my Fredericksburg house. I returned to my life as Aaron Mitchell to the apartment I occupied as him in Arlington and was following my normal routine of checking my place with a hand held bug detector for listening devices that might have been added since the last time I was there. The minute I turned it on it began beeping loudly.

It should have come as no surprise to me that I was bugged but it kicked the dormant paranoia from neutral back into overdrive. Emptying my pockets I ran the hand held machine over the items until it scanned the coin that Lawrence had given me. He had said it was his grandfathers and he wanted me to have it to keep me safe.

I sat on my bed starring at the coin, remembering how valued I felt when he handed it to me. Now I pondering why Lawrence had given it to me. Was it because he cared so much he wanted to be able to keep track of me or did he mistrust me so much that he felt the need to keep track of me? Doubts about what we had shared slowly crept over me filling me with regret that I let my guard down so much with him. 

Regardless of his reasons the coin, like my relationship with Lawrence, was now gone. The moment my SUV fled the exit gates of Langley AFB I aimed and flipped it into the bed of a passing pickup truck heading into Langley.

Shaking my head I tried to get my thoughts back on track again but they were still jumbled as I went back and forth between trying to figure who the mole was, why Lawrence wanted to pin the General's death on me and the bad vibes I had been picking up from Brian all afternoon. Brian was a bigger surprise to me. Even more than Lawrence. I had only known Lawrence for five days, Brian I had known for over seven years and countless times my life dangled in his hands.

The day before he was my ally and appeared to be my protector. He stood up for me whenever Lawrence starting crossing the line. Today, however, was a different story. At first I thought Brian was feeling condescension for how I ran the operation but after awhile I was feeling something else. His body language changed drastically when I talked about the conference in Dubai, like he knew I was digging this hole that I would never get out of. I had always been the type of person that allowed my sixth sense to guide me and now it was telling me to put Brian on the top of the list while at the same time stay clear of him.

"Oh fuck..." I muttered under my breath when it finally hit me. We spent so much time and energy trying to figure out who the mole was without taking into consideration who was giving the mole their instructions. To the layman the obvious choices would be Chinese, the Russians or one of the Islamic factions. 

To me, I knew that this was centered on a Muslim faction and I suspect I knew exactly who. If it were any clearer it could have slapped me in the face. The first incident was one of our operatives was killed in Afghanistan, another operative was kicked out of Israel, the result being an even more strained relationship between the United States and Israel and then the General was killed. 

I don't know why, but for some reason my mind went to Prince Abdullah. He definitely had the smarts and money to pull this thing off - but why? What could he possibly hope to succeed in doing if he was behind this? Why would he kill the General? I couldn't help but think of the relationship the two of them shared. They loved each other with a passion - that same passion I had hoped to find one day with someone. How could he have killed him? 

Sadly, I realized that beyond the love they might have shared Al stood for something that Abdullah was opposed to. Al wanted to enjoy the Western ways and relax the conservative rule of Islam. Abdullah wanted to unify Islam and take conservative rule to new heights.

In their world death came easy to those that weren't willing to embrace Allah totally in body, mind and spirit. 

*

Darkness finally arrived and I slipped from the loading dock and made my way to my next destination. I jumped the low stone wall that ran along the back of the Mega Mart and followed alleyways until I knew I was clear of prying eyes and cameras. The storage facility I stored my escape vehicle was a short ten blocks away which I covered at a comfortable jog so as not to draw any attention to myself.

I chose this particular storage facility because it was the oldest facility that was closest to Langley AFB and after several trips to the office to pay the bills I found out that the cameras they had on every corner of the six one story buildings were old and fed to a non-internet based recording system. I would be long gone before anyone would ever think about scanning the recordings.

I punched the code into the keypad at the front gate and made my way back to the last building where I lifted the heavy combination lock I used to anchor the oversize garage door. As the door opened a smile crept across my face seeing my Class A 40' RV come into view. What better way to escape? It was my own traveling hotel room. Complete with a king size bed, full bathroom, kitchen, satellite TV and internet and enough space in the rear to store a motorcycle. I had stocked the RV with a full wardrobe of clothes, shoes, toiletries and even some non perishable food. In the bedroom I opened a small wall safe I had secreted away in the bottom of one of the storage cabinets. In the safe was ten thousand dollars in cash, a new set of ID's and the keys to the RV.

I got to work getting things ready for my departure. In the bathroom I applied a full, extra thick, beard that changed the shape of my face, colored contact lenses going from brown eyes to green and glasses. The crowning touch was thicker eye brows and a natural looking wig giving me the appearance of longer hair. Looking in the mirror even I couldn't recognize myself. I hoped it would be enough to fool any prying eyes that might be searching me out.

It was just after nine o'clock when I pulled the RV out of the now empty garage. I didn't even bother closing the garage door. I would never be back there and the phone number they had on me on file was nonexistent. The seemingly white RV with its Maryland license tags rode smoothly away from Washington. It wasn't until I was deep in Virginia that I allowed myself a quick pit stop at a closed truck weigh station. There I pulled the white contact paper from the sides of the RV and switched the false tags for the real ones. 

My now black sleek RV with its Connecticut license plates was ready to go.

*

Aaron Mitchell was no longer. I was now Lloyd Spencer, complete with birth certificate, social security number, passport, healthy bank account and a back story that would fool the normal lay-person.

I headed south on I-95 with the only destination in mind was to get as far away from the Washington D.C. area as I could. Five hours later I pulled into a luxury RV park outside of Raleigh North Carolina. Even though it was after one in the morning a park attendant happily led me to a quiet spot on the outskirts of the park and owning up to their advertising that they were open twenty-four hours a day he quietly hooked the RV up to electric, water and sewer. I tipped him handsomely and bade him goodnight before falling across the bed into a deep sleep.

*

My eyes opened suddenly to find Lawrence standing next to the bed smiling. 

"Move over, I want to lie down with you." He whispers. I move to the far side of the bed and feel it dip slightly as he slips in next to me. His naked body moves towards me warming the chill I was feeling from the A/C in the RV. "This is a nice ride. I like it. We can hide away from the world for as long as we want."

He pulls me in his arms and lifts my chin to him and kisses my lips lightly. A small moan escapes from my lips. I love his kisses. My mouth opens and his tongue snakes into my mouth, seeking out and finding mine, stroking it gently. The erotic kiss sends sensations soaring through my body and my cock goes instantly hard.

"I want you." He says kissing his way down my neck until his mouth finds my nipples. He licks from one to the other, blowing gently getting them hard. I feel myself squirming underneath him as he bites down sucking first my right nipple them my left in his mouth. "I remember the first time I did this, you came in your shorts." He laughs into my chest and bites me harder. "Now you know me, my bites are familiar to you and that first time experience has worn off - you won't cum that easily now." 

I wouldn't be so sure - I thought to myself feeling the familiar stirring in my balls.

"Pull your knees up I want to see that beautiful ass of yours." I love when he takes control and tells me precisely what he wants me to do. I pull my knees up to my chest and spread my legs holding myself open to him. "We should drive some J-hooks into the headboard. I'd love to tie your arms and legs up so that I can have total control over you." His fingers are dancing lightly across my ass until he arrives at my twitching hole. "Oh you so want this right now. Your ass is practically gaping open to me." Without any warning he shoves two fingers deep into me. I open my mouth to groan, to beg for more but nothing comes out. I'm muted and at first I don't understand why but am quickly distracted by his fingers delving deeper inside of me. "I need you to be nice and open for me for what I have in mind to do to you. You have to relax and only think of how much pleasure my cock is going to bring you."

He pulls his two fingers out and pushes a third inside of me, stretching me open. I rock my ass against his fingers letting him go as deeply as he wants. It wouldn't matter if he put his whole hand inside of me it still wouldn't be as filling as that cock of his.

"I'm going to take you in one long stroke. It's going to be painful, hopefully not too much, but it's also going to be so very pleasurable...for both of us. Now...I want you to take your cock in your hand and stroke it...I want you to shoot your load the moment I slam into you..."

His voice is so seductive that I am hypnotized by his words as I stroke myself to the point of wanting to shoot. His fingers buried deep in me feel the familiar twitching of my impending orgasm and with a quickness I wasn't ready for he pulls them from me, tells me to get ready, and hovering over me he shoves his full length into me in one long deep vicious stroke. I hear myself yelling "Oh fuck" as my cock goes steel hard and shoots a hot load over my chest.

*

My eyes sprang open and for a long moment I had no idea where I was. My chest was covered with cum as I sat up and looked around. I was alone.

The whole thing had been a dream.

I fell back on the bed again, still panting from my orgasm and closed my eyes trying to relish the last moments of the dream over again. I am comforted that I can still have Lawrence, even if it's only in my dreams. Slowly I drew my finger across my chest and the puddle of cum and licked it to my lips. It wasn't Lawrence but it still tasted sweet.

*

By ten in the morning I was up, showered and had a partially formed plan of action. I was going to take the motorcycle and head south, getting a good distance from Raleigh. Once there, I figured around the Charleston or Hilton Head area I would find a nicely populated area and 'borrow' a cell phone from an unsuspecting person. I knew I would only have one chance and only one call I could make without sending the troops to find me so I had to choose carefully.

I pulled into Hilton Head a little before four in the afternoon. The ride down had been great. It was very liberating riding a Harley for hours on end and feeling safe at the same time. 

I found a phone at an outdoor café on the beach. A couple were sitting at a table engrossed in a heated conversation when I walked past them and in a blink of an eye dipped my hand in the woman's handbag that was slung over the back of her chair. 

From the restaurant I moved quickly to a mid-rise office building and took the elevator to the top floor. I dialed a memorized number, let it ring once, hung up and dialed it again, repeating the process two more times before letting it ring through. The old man picked up on the third ring.

"Just listen, don't say a word," he said. "Right now you are safe. Stay that way. Do not let anyone know where you are. Craig missed his connection in Cleveland and will attempt to contact you tomorrow. Do not contact anyone but me. Do not call this number again." The phone went dead. 

I let out a breath of relief. I had successfully gotten away and right now I was safe. I went back in my memory bank and translated the rest of the message. He was telling me to check the CL website in Cincinnati, him saying Cleveland meant Cincinnati, under Missed Connections, for further messages. He also told me he was killing the number I called him at and I should use the next memorized number on my list if I needed him again.

The mere fact that he answered the phone let me know that he didn't believe I had anything to do with the General's death - a therapeutic affirmation to keep me going. It didn't kill my paranoia completely but I was able to breathe just a little easier.

I turned the phone off, removed and pocketed the Sim card, wiped it down completely and dropped the phone in a trash can by the elevator and waited for a group of people to exit the building to walk out with them. I struck up a conversation with one of the women asking her where there was a good place to eat around the office. Anyone looking at the group would have thought that I was leaving work and walking to my car with my co-workers. I dropped the Sim card on the interstate somewhere between Hilton Head and Raleigh.

I was borderline jubilant heading back to Raleigh with the knowledge that for now I was safe and I could take a few days to work out a plan of action. To celebrate, albeit alone, I stopped at a convenience store on the way back and picked up enough beer and snacks to allow me a morning hangover if I so choose. I pulled up to the front gate just after nine in the evening to find the young man that helped me out when I arrived earlier in the morning.

"Nice to see you again," I said feeling like making contact with another human being.

"Mr. Spencer, how is everything?" He asked smiling. He was probably in his early twenties and from the books on the desk in the office at the front gate I guessed a college student at one of the local universities.

"Lloyd, please...and I'm sorry, I missed your name last night."

"Joel, sir." He had a light southern accent along with disarming charm.

"Well Joel let me ask you, I've just taken a long ride and could really use a pizza. Is there any place around that will deliver at this hour?"

"Yes sir! This is a college town and most places not only deliver but stay open late." He stepped into the office and came back with some menus. "This place is my favorite...I'm mean they are really good." He was nervous around men, letting me know that he was most likely exploring his sexuality which my radar was telling me was leaning towards men. 

"Great." I pulled out my wallet and handed him a hundred dollar bill. "Why don't you order a couple of pies, one for me and one for you and keep the change. I'll eat just about anything except for anchovies and pineapple."




A Mole in the House Ch. 04



"I'll take care of it sir...I'll bring the pizza by as soon as it's delivered."

"Thanks." I said getting on the bike again.

Forty minutes later he knocked on the door to the RV. I was showered, changed into sweats and had already downed two beers.

"I've been in a few RV's that come through here," he said looking around, "but this one takes the cake. You musta dropped a cool mint of this hunk of metal."

"I like to be comfortable when I travel and hate hotel rooms. This is a perfect option for me." I said taking a sip of beer not taking my eyes off of him for a minute. The ugly, needy, callous part of me was having salacious thoughts and only because Joel was sitting across from me they were being directed to him.

I offered him a soda which he politely took. "Would you like to join me?" I asked when he didn't make a move to leave.

"Thank you, that's very nice of you. I'm on break...but I don't want to disturb you."

"You aren't. Trust me. I'll let you know if you do."

We devoured the two pizzas while I questioned Joel about his life. At twenty years old he was a junior at UNC in their pre-med program. He was hoping to get into Duke when he graduated. He had worked at the RV park since his freshman year - I got the impression there was some type of family connection but he didn't go into details.

The pizza was gone and it seemed all that was left was an uncomfortable silence where neither of us knew what to say. I imagined that he figured I didn't like to talk about myself and he had told me everything about in his young life. 

"I guess I should head back," he said after the silence droned on.

"Thanks for coming by. It was nice to share a meal with someone. I travel so much and spend a lot of time by myself, sometimes it's nice to have a friendly face to talk with." He seemed stunned by my admission and smiled shyly.

"Um...well...I'm off tomorrow and have early classes. Maybe you'd like to do something later in the day?" He appeared nervous to ask me, not sure if it was the right thing to do.

"I would enjoy that. Maybe you can show me around the city. I might be staying here for a little while, depending on things." I was staring at him again knowing that I was making him uncomfortable.

"Shall I call you in the afternoon?" he asked suddenly eager.

"Well...believe it or not I don't have a cell phone, don't like them, don't want one, so let's play it by ear. If you want to do something just stop by in the afternoon, I have no plans whatsoever."

*

As soon as Joel left I grabbed my laptop and hooked it to the flat screen in the living area. It took five minutes for me to get to the Cincinnati CL website and scan the 'Missed Connections' area until I came across the message Lawrence's left for me.

I KNOW YOU DIDN'T UNDERSTAND WHY I MADE YOU LEAVE. SOMETIMES I CAN'T THINK STRAIGHT WITH YOU AROUND AND I NEEDED TO TAKE CONTROL OF ALL THE ISSUES WE HAD BEEN FACING AND FIX THEM BEFORE WE LOST EVERYTHING.

AS SAD AND FRUSTRATED AS I AM RIGHT NOW I KNOW YOU SPOKE WITH FATHER TODAY. I HOPE YOU WERE REASSURED THAT WHAT I DID WAS THE BEST THING FOR EVERYONE. I AM HEADING TO DENVER TOMORROW BUT AM HOPING THAT IN A WEEK WE WILL SEE EACH OTHER AT THAT CANDY STORE WHERE WE MET IN AKRON. DO YOU REMEMBER THOSE LOLLIPOPS YOU THOUGHT WERE SO GOOD? I'VE SINCE FOUND OUT THEY ARE REALLY BAD BUT YOU MIGHT WANT TO CHECK IT OUT FOR YOURSELF.

I read the ad two more times extracting the information I needed. He told me Denver, which meant I was to reply to his ad on the Detroit CL website. He also told me that I needed to be in Atlanta next week because Prince Abdullah was going to be there - Lolly - and he was the person they were centering on. 

He was right when he said we weren't thinking clearly when we were together because both of us came to the same conclusion about Abdullah as soon as we were apart. He also was letting me know that whoever the mole was would go away as soon as we took care of Abdullah.

I went back and forth about sending a response and in the end, even with all the precautions I had on my laptop that would prevent a layman from uncovering my location I couldn't trust that someone of Lawrence's caliber would be able to root out my location. I shut down the laptop and switched on mindless drivel on the TV and spent the rest of the evening lost in the History channel learning about Ancient Aliens.

~~~~~~~~Undercovers: Eeking out a Mole ~~~~~~~~~

Garrett Simonson aka Lawrence Coburn was flat on his back enduring being fucked by the man who was the mole and all he could do was pray that the fucker would cum quickly and fall asleep.

"Oh yeah, you have one of the tightest asses I've ever had," the man grunted pounding his cock over and over into Lawrence. "Of fuck, I knew you were a hot piece of meat, you make my cock harder than it's ever been before." Lawrence tried grunting, tried to seem like he was enjoying himself but realized that he might be coming off like he was faking it, like he was, so instead he squeezed his eyes shut and begged to be fucked harder. 

'I might have to use my body...' Steve's words echoed in Lawrence's head. 

'If you must, but please don't enjoy yourself too much' Lawrence retorted.

Opening his eyes he looked into the face of the man that loomed over him. He was about to cum, Lawrence could see it written on his face and he could feel the pathetic cock that was in ass swelling.

"Yes...cum for me." Lawrence moaned, wanting to take a bow for his award winning acting job.

"Oh FUCK YEAH" the man yelled bucking one last time in Lawrence and shot his load. 

He pulled out immediately rolling onto his back panting heavily from probably the most physical activity he had had in awhile. Lawrence rolled over on his side and draped his arm over the man's barrel chest.

"That was nice." He tried to sound sexy but didn't think he was pulling it off.

"Mmmm...yes it was. You are a good fuck...I'm sorry we let all these years pass without doing this." The man voice was falling off and Lawrence could tell he was nearly asleep.

"Stay the night with me?"

"Mmmm...huh..." he muttered softly as he drifted off to sleep.

When Lawrence was positive he was asleep he silently slipped from the bed, grabbed his laptop and went out in the living room. He logged onto the CL Detroit website to see if by any chance Steve had responded to his ad and wasn't surprised that he hadn't. He understood completely why he hadn't responded but it didn't stop him from wanting whatever connection he could have with him, even if it was just a few words.

Lawrence had never loved anyone before. His parents died before he understood what parental love really meant. He didn't get love or family values from the uncle he lived with for several years. All he provided Lawrence with was financial support. The rented house they occupied was run like a business with the only support he tendered Lawrence was educational encouragement.

He met Warren when he was in graduate school. As far back as Lawrence could remember he had always been attracted to men but until he met Warren had never acted on it. Their yearlong relationship was monogamous to the point that Lawrence didn't feel the need to look elsewhere for sex and thought that Warren felt the same way. It wasn't until his ill-fated trip to Washington did he learn otherwise.

In the four years since leaving Boston Lawrence had learned a lot about himself. He held no ill will towards Warren because they never made a commitment to each other. He always knew Warren was just one for the history books under the first chapter of his life. Deep inside, Lawrence knew that Warren treated him poorly. He couldn't blame anyone but himself for that because he lacked the maturity to communicate that he was unhappy with certain things in their relationship or to take a stand to change things.

In the short time he had know Steve he saw that two people could co-exist in a relationship on an equal basis. More importantly he finally understood that above anything else respect was the foundation of a healthy relationship. He could see that he had that with Steve and hoped that after this nightmare was over they could take this leap together in this first time relationship for both of them. 

His thoughts drifted to the selfish slob that was snoring away in the other room and hated that he gave himself so easily to him. Shaking his head he switched websites, back to Cincinnati and began typing a Missed Connection:

I TOOK A PAGE FROM YOUR BOOK TONIGHT AND DID WHATEVER IT TOOK TO GET THE JOB DONE. CAN'T SAY THAT I ENJOYED IT BUT IT DID GARNER ME THE INFORMATION I NEEDED. WHAT IT BOILS DOWN TO IS THAT SEX WITH YOU IS SO VERY SPECIAL...BUT I DO UNDERSTAND THAT SOMETIMES YOU HAVE TO FUCK (OR SUCK) TO DO WHAT HAS TO BE DONE...

I KNOW THAT THERE WERE SO MANY THINGS WE DIDN'T SAY BEFORE YOU LEFT AND I UNDERSTAND WHY WE DIDN'T SAY THEM. I TRULY HOPE THAT VERY SOON WE WILL HAVE THAT OPPORTUNITY. UNTIL THAT TIME YOU DO WHAT YOU HAVE TO DO AS I WILL ALSO.

Lawrence's finger hovered over the post button for a full minute before he pressed it. This was his last message he would send him. Like Steve, he needed to clear his mind and only think of the mission at hand. Standing he stretched and looked down at his now hard cock - just thinking about Steve made him hard. He headed back to the bedroom knowing that at least he could get some type of superficial satisfaction from the oaf that was sleeping in his bed. He couldn't help but laugh - sometimes even men that enjoy men can be pigs. 

His guest was still sleeping but stirred when Lawrence crawled back into bed. The man reached out and pulled Lawrence into his arms and held him close.

"I'm glad you finally acknowledged me in the office." He said pulling Lawrence's hand between his legs. "See what you do to me." Lawrence wrapped his hand around the man's hard unsubstantial cock and tried to close out the repugnance he felt toward him knowing that he was doing what needed to be done.

*

The next morning Lawrence, back in his Garrett role, sat at the kitchen table looking across at the man he had spent the night with. Never in a thousand years would he have imagined that the man sitting across from him would have been the mole but the sad reality was that he slipped up when he mentioned a recently planted fact about Aaron. Even 'the old man' was saddened when he discovered that the mole was one of the original members of the team - a man he trusted like a brother. 

"Last night was nice." He said looking for some type of reaction in Garrett.

"Surprisingly so." Garrett answered smiling. 'See I can lie too' he thought to himself. 

"It's still early...we can do nice again if you'd like."

"Oh...I think I'd like that very much." Garrett stood and opened his robe to let him see that he was more than ready.

"Man...it's a good thing you like to bottom...you'd do some serious damage to someone with that cock." Garrett simply smiled and dropped to his knees and took him in his mouth again. He really didn't feel like being fucked again so he would just have to settle for one of Lawrence's best of show blow jobs.

*

"Tonight?" Garrett asked as they walked out of his townhouse to head to the office.

"Can't tonight G." he said pausing momentarily. "Once a month a group of guys from my military days get together and shoot the breeze, smoke cigars, play poker...you know that guy crap. We all went through so much together over the years that we feel it's important to keep tight to these get-togethers.

"I understand completely." Garrett nodded that he understood. "Well if anything happens I'll be here all night. Just come over if you get lonely."

"You are insatiable..." He winked and smiled and got into his car.

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The next morning I saw the message that Lawrence posted. At first I found myself insanely jealous but rereading his words over again I got what he was saying. The one thing he was a hundred percent correct about was that I had to stop dwelling on him and do my job. 

The only problem was that I had close to a week to kill before I moved on to my next location. Shrugging I walked into the small RV bathroom and looked in the mirror. I didn't want to put that ridiculous beard on again and I had more than a full day worth of growth and with seven days to kill I decided to grow the beard for real. I threw on my shorts and running shoes and headed out for a fifteen miler, laughing the whole time know how much Lawrence would hate me right now.

Joel stopped by late in the afternoon. The moment I opened the door I knew that Joel had ulterior intentions with regards to our 'getting together'. He was out of his drab, grey on grey work uniform and dressed casually in jeans - really tight jeans - and a button down shirt that he wore tails out and three buttons opened letting me see that even though he was young he had a nicely developed chest that appeared to be very hairy. 

"You shaved your beard. I like you like this." He said eyeing me from head to toe.

"Yes...I was trimming it up today and kept trimming and trimming and then decided to shave. The advantage is that my hair grows very quickly so it will be back within a few days." I was sitting in the living area of the RV in a la-z-boy type chair. Joel sat opposite me.

"Would you like to get some dinner? There is a decent Chinese restaurant close by...that is if you like Chinese."

"Chinese is fine." I didn't move to get up. In that moment I was debating whether I really wanted to do this. I had no desire to 'date' this man. The shamefully immoral part of me didn't have a problem fucking him but I wasn't interested in anything else. 

"I'm married." I said suddenly shocking myself that I would say something like that. Joel's eyes opened wide and he seemed to shrink back as disappointment flooded him. "My wife and I are taking a leave of absence from each other right now." I didn't care to say anything else so I stopped speaking.

"Oh." He muttered. 

"Come on, let's get some food. We can talk more over dinner."

*

"I know how tough college can be," I said over dinner, "and I'm sure that you have the added pressures of doing well so that you can get into the medical school you want."

"I have to be perfect to be able get into Duke. My MCAT scores are great, Duke was impressed but these days they look beyond your GPA and MCAT. I'm pretty sure I'll get in regardless. It helps that my father and his father both graduated from there and my father works at Duke Medical in their Oncology center. 

"Wow...third generation doctor, I'm impressed. Will you study Oncology too?"

"No, I want to go into research. I want to fix things." His body language spoke volumes. For the first time the shy boy was gone and a determined, passionate man was talking about something he lived and breathed on a daily basis. 

I gave his words admired appreciation. "I know that one day in the future I will pick up a newspaper and see that you have won a Noble Peace prize for finding a cure for a ferocious killer disease and I will smile and be proud that I knew you when..." 

"Thank you." He said his face flushed but held my gaze.

After dinner we went for a short ride on the Harley with Joel showing me points of interest around Raleigh and Chapel Hill. It was an odd feeling to have someone on the back of the bike and I couldn't help but notice that as the evening progressed Joel's grip on me tightened and he was taking more liberties with where he place his hands. By the time we headed back to the RV park his was practically cupping the now evident bulge in my pants.

His blatant seduction didn't bother me one bit. Being the debauchee that I was at the moment I had pretty much decided that the evening would end up with us in bed together I just needed to express to him that this was nothing more than two men enjoying each other and that I had no interest in forming any type of bonded relationship with him.

I could hate myself later for letting my sexual urges control me.

"Do you date?" I asked once we were back at the RV. It was a little after nine.

"The first day at UNC I met a girl and we dated up until a few months ago. She was a year ahead of me and graduated and went back home to Idaho." He shrugged letting me know that he didn't particularly care that their relationship had ended. "I was pretty much a virgin before I met her...and she introduced to many sexual things." He didn't seem uncomfortable talking about sex so I decided to press him to speak about it.

"Liz was a firm believer that anything goes. She was pretty much addicted to sex and loved to do everything and anything anywhere she wanted."

"And you liked this?"

He gave my question considerable thought before answering "Certain things I liked more than others".

"Details please." I chuckled. He was being evasive on purpose trying to gauge what my reaction might be.

"Well...she loved being the controller...you know...Dominant...I didn't mind she was quite sexy when she was being forceful..." He paused long enough to see that his words didn't have me running from the room and continued.

"She enjoyed women also and insisted that I watch her when she doing a woman. The women she brought in were strictly for her, I wasn't allowed to touch them. I was usually bound, sometimes gagged too - I didn't like that too much. She liked to...um...well she had a strap on cock and liked to use it on me...and a couple of times she brought in a man for me. She liked to watch me suck their cocks..."

"And you liked that?"

He nodded slowly, again trying to gauge my reaction. "She wasn't very good at fucking me...I mean it hurt more than I enjoyed it...but I know I'm bi-sexual...I think my first wet dream involved me with a man. When I graduated high school, the summer before college I worked at a dude ranch. The activity director liked to take long walks and...well he taught me how to please his cock. I really like to suck cock." He let out a resolved sigh silently letting me know that he had a particular cock in mind.

"You really are quite submissive..." I said shaking my head. He didn't say anything just looked down seemingly embarrassed by my assessment. "It's not a bad thing. There are leaders and there are followers. I'm just surprised that with the lofty ambitions you have for yourself that you so willing give up control to other people."

"In my personal life I've always been shy and introverted. I'm surprised that Liz kept me around as long as she did..."

"She had the best of all worlds. She had a young man that was willing to do anything she dictated whenever she wanted it. Why wouldn't she have kept you around? Obviously the two of you didn't have a monogamous relationship so it was win-win for her all the way. I'm not saying this to be mean. I'm just stating the facts as they appear."

"I know. You are correct."

Silence blanketed the room and the only sounds echoing in the RV were the crickets outside shouting their own mating calls.

"What do you want Joel?" I stood and walked over to him and pulled him up so we are face to face.

"I think you know what I want." He said casting his eyes away from me.

"Actually I don't." I took another step closer to him our bodies were mere millimeters from touching. 

"I've never done this before." He finally said.

"Then let this be a first for you. Tell me what you want Joel."

"I want you!" He exclaimed finally releasing his frustration. "I want to suck your cock and lay down naked with you. I've never lain naked with a man before."

"Finally!" I said. For the first time since we arrived back at the RV Joel smiled. I pulled him into my arms and pressed myself against him letting him feel my hard cock through my pants.




A Mole in the House Ch. 04



I broke the embrace and walked back towards the bedroom. I had already turned the bed down but instead of lying on the bed I stood away from it and waited. Joel joined me a moment later. Wordlessly we began buttoning our shirts.

I paused and leaned against the wall to watch Joel take his shirt off. I could finally see his full chest crowned with a thick covering of jet black hair. The hair narrowed, as my eyes moved down his body to a glorious trail leading downwards to the pronounced bulge in his pants. My cock was throbbing at this erotic sight. It wasn't often that I allowed my cock to guide me but at that very moment it was begging and screaming to be released.

I closed my eyes briefly, relishing this good looking, willing man that stood before me. When I opened them again reality slapped me firmly across the face and I simply shook my head. It didn't matter how turned on I was or how hard my cock was I couldn't do this.

All I could think about was Lawrence.

Even though I still had some lingering doubts I needed to be able to face Lawrence again and work out whatever these feelings were I had for him. I truly felt that during the four days we spent together we crossed over from lovers to something deeper.

I leaned my head back, letting it hit several times against the wall before I regained my resolve and looked at him again. "I am so sorry Joel...I thought I could do this...but I can't." He was silent for a long time as he tried to absorb what I had just said.

"I understand." He finally mouthed but I knew he didn't. Disappointment shadowed his face, starting at his eyes moving downwards to his mouth that sagged into a hearty pout. He picked up his shirt and quickly left the bedroom.

"Please...let me explain." I said following him.

"No...you don't need to. I know it's not me. I know there was a part of you that did want me. But there is someone that you want more."

I nodded. "It's very complicated. That's one of the reasons why I'm here trying to fathom it out." I paused. I felt like such a shit. "I really do enjoy your company."

"I know." He said smiling. "I should go." I didn't blame him for wanted to get out as quickly as he could. I wished I could have replayed the whole evening and stopped things before they started.

I walked him to the door and we stood awkwardly for a long moment. "I truly am sorry Joel. I really did think this evening was going to go differently." I said honestly. 

"Don't worry about it. Maybe it's for the best anyway. You are the type of guy that I could really like...and I don't need that complication in my life. I hope things work out the way you want them to." He turned and walked away.



A Mole in the House Ch. 05



~*~*~*~*~*~*~A Mole Goes Down~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Prince Mohammed Abdullah Farouk Hussein Ali was the eldest son and direct decent of the Mohammed Ali Pasha Dynasty that ruled over Egypt from 1808 until 1848. Throughout the generations Abdullah's family retained its monarchal titles, and at his birth his father held him high in the air and prayed to Allah that this will be the son that would lead their people. Now at fifty-three Abdullah felt he was finally on the verge of recognizing his, and his family's, lifelong dream - to unify all Arab nations under one rule and establishing the first modern day Arab Monarchy with him as king of all the Arab people throughout the world.

Throughout his life Abdullah considered himself a moral man. He spent the first part of his life obeying and following the laws of Islam to the point that he felt he might be better suited to a life as imam khatib, an Islamic teacher and spiritual leader but he knew that he was above that. Deep in his heart he knew Allah put him on this earth for a higher calling. 

He knew what his responsibilities were as the first born son of his generation and accepted them with the honor befitting his title of Prince. He was betrothed at age four and married his first wife at sixteen and in each successive year he took his second, third and fourth wife. 

By the time he was thirty he had ten sons and by the time he was forty he had twenty-two sons. There were a few daughters in the mix as well, but he never saw them or bothered to acknowledge their existence. To him the girls were bartering tools, to be wed off in business deals or to the highest bidders. It was the sons, especially the first born, that Allah shined down on and coveted.

To all outward appearances Prince Abdullah was a shining example of a devout Muslim who exemplified the idyllic person that could unify and lead his people. There was, however, another side to Abdullah, the side which only a few trusted people knew. The man who loved Allah with an open passion also went against his written word by enjoying the comforts of other men. 

He was in his mid twenties the summer that he and Al, a lifelong friend, discovered the enjoyment that only another man could provide. Neither of them knew what made that summer different. Perhaps it was the compared realization that neither of them were getting the passion they each felt they deserved from their marriages or maybe it was just that the moon and sun had aligned perfectly allowing them to let their guard down. 

Al's wife never traveled with her husband. Their marriage was marriage in name only and they mated for the purpose of having children alone, of which she had given him two sons. Their families, like most upper crust Muslim families betrothed them before they were even out of diapers and like Abdullah they were married in late teens. 

Abdullah's wives, all heavy with pregnancies, didn't join them that summer. Abdullah didn't mind not having his family with him. Other than his obligation to procreate, he rarely spent time with his wives. His tolerance for his children, other than his first born son, was limited to an occasional visit. It was the woman's responsibility to raise the children. He had done his part by bedding the women and planting his seed.

Al and Lolly, the nickname Al had given Abdullah years earlier, had spent the evening gambling and smoking hashish with a group of their friends from their university days. They stumbled back to Lolly's room well after four in the morning and fell across the bed like in their school boy days.

"That was fun. It's nice to shirk being an adult sometimes." Lolly panted still laughing from the effect of the smoke.

"Yes...I know. I plan on being the youngest General our military has ever had. I have to be so abiding to everyone that it's nice to just let loose every now and then." Al said rolling on his side and staring at Lolly. 

Al had known from the day he and Lolly became roommates at the exclusive private school they had attended as young boys that he had feelings for Lolly that he wasn't supposed to have. For all the years they were together he kept them well hidden but suddenly, laying on the bed next to him he suddenly realized that he couldn't hide them anymore.

"Do you feel it?" Lolly asked a moment later still caught in Al's gaze. Silently Al nodded. "Do you want...to?" Lolly had also fought the urges to experience a man for too long but now here was the man he trusted more than anyone on this earth starring at him hopefully thinking the same thing. Again, silently Al nodded as he moved closer to Lolly. 

Al cupped Lolly's head between his large hands and drew him closer to him. Lolly's body seemed to sag against his, finding solace and relaxation for the first time in his life. Leaning into him, Al kissed Lolly's lips softly waiting for a beat for Lolly to open his mouth to him. When he did they shared their first man-kiss with a deep, heart pounding moan that seemed to echo around the room. 

It was the first time Lolly had ever kissed anyone.

He had never kissed anyone of his wives. They were simply instruments to him. He fucked them to get them have pregnant. He neither loved them nor loathed them. He had it down to a science with a team of advisers that told him when his wives were most fertile. From there he simply went to their bedroom, lifted their nightgowns just far enough to expose their womanhood and would enter them until he reached orgasm. It was always the same for him, he never deviated, never stopped to speak with them and never once bothered to ask them how they were, if they needed anything or were they happy. He simply didn't care.

Once they became pregnant he never went to their bed again until three months after the child was born and he would begin the process over again. His obligation to them would last until they could no longer conceive at which time he would no longer put himself through the indignity of bedding them again.

"Oh yes," he moaned into Al's mouth, "more...please I want more of this." 

Their hands began the exploration of each other, touched and taking piece after piece of clothing from each other until they were naked. Facing each other, on their knees on the bed, chest to chest, cock to cock they wrapped their arms around each other and held their shaking bodies. 

Finally Al's hand drifted down to Lolly's cock at the same moment that Lolly's went to his. The room was eerily quiet as they stroked each other - both enjoying the first time feeling of another man's hands. 

"You are so beautiful" Al exclaimed running his hands over Lolly's thick hard cock. "I remember at school. I would listen to you at night when you satisfied yourself. So many times I wanted to come to your bed and be with you."

"We wasted too many years..." Lolly sighed, kissing Al again. He liked the feel of a man's tongue in his mouth, it was so heady and filled him with an arousal he had never had before. 

"I want to feel you in my mouth. It has been a dream of mine for so long." Al's said pushing Lolly lightly down to the bed.

"Me too..." He cried the moment he felt Al between his legs. They rolled on their sides, heads to feet, and at the same time starting sucking on the other's cock. They took their time, exploring each other with their mouths, their tongues and their hands. Lolly loved the feel of Al's cock sliding down his throat and was rewarded quickly with a mouth full of cum that he happily lapped up only to want more.

They spent the summer exploring their sexuality with each other. There wasn't a night that went by that they weren't together. Lolly's cock found its way to Al's ass first and for the first time in his life he took pleasure in being with another person. When Al took Lolly's virginity he knew that he would never desire a woman again. He had found his nirvana and although he felt a mild conflict within him for going against Allah's words he felt that how can something so good be considered wrong. 

They remained lovers for over thirty years. On the outside Abdullah maintained his marriages and gave Allah over thirty children to guide, but in the privacy of his chambers he preferred the company of men. Over the years, with the help of his manservant Fazil, he built a comfortable stable of men that satisfied his every need.

As his appreciation for men grew so did his sexual tastes. Al was his lover, the man with whom he shared the real passion of sex but they weren't together all the time and he had his needs. With the help of his most trusted servant he grew his stable of men. His was scrupulous about the men, they all had to be of legal age and they all had to be strikingly different - he even preferred them to be non-Muslim, out of respect to Allah that he wasn't defiling one of his children. His favorites were the Asian men that came to his stable. He loved their smaller frames and the innocent looks about them. They also had to be virgins. He loved taking a man for the first time, feeling their tight ass against his cock. A virgin also meant that they were totally his, for however long he kept them.

Normally there were always eight to ten men in residence whose only purpose was to serve Abdullah but on occasion, if he was entertaining men with like desires the stable would expand. As long as the men satisfied their master they lived in the lap of luxury in a wing of the palace that connected to Abdullah's chambers. Although they were restricted in their movements on the outside they were pampered and waited on hand and foot by other men that hoped that one day the prince would choose them to be of his flock. The only caveat to the prince's stable was that his men were forbidden to have sex with anyone but him. The price for disobedience to this rule was castration and banishment from the palace. 

Within his stable Abdullah had different men to serve his every need. He had his morning man that would come to his bed every morning to give him his first orgasm of the day. The man, who had been with Abdullah for close to ten years, was an expert at fellatio and had trained himself to take Abdullah's full length deep in his mouth. He was the oldest member of the stable and treated with the greatest respect from the other members. At forty plus years old Bashir was the oldest member of the stable but Abdullah would never let him go. He was a pretty man, with dark eyes and a pouty mouth that loved to suck cock and was a favorite at the yearly get together in Dubai, spending most of his time on his knees pleasing the twenty plus men that always gathered. Even the men looked forward to one of Bashir's special blow jobs and he was always tipped handsomely for the pleasure he brought everyone.

The other men in the stable were younger. They normally lasted one to two years until Abdullah tired of them. He didn't share a passion for these men. They were merely instruments for his satisfaction. Brutality crept into his life soon enough and he loved putting the men through the most sadistic of punishments to see if they could tolerate it. He loved cock and ball torture and discovered that sometimes the screams of the boys could drive him to an exhilarating orgasm. His sadism was more rampant on nights he had to go to one of his wives chambers to fulfill his duty to Allah. Afterwards, in the comfort of his room or the sexual playroom he had built, he took his anxieties out from having to fuck a woman on his men to help with the repugnance he always felt.

All of that changed, however, the weekend he spent in Dubai with Al and met Ivan for the first time.

*

Abdullah brought the cane harshly down across the young man's buttocks at the same time he tried to shove more of his thick cock into boy's mouth. The young man, an Asian boy that spoke relatively little Arabic was one the newest to come to the palace, tried in earnest to take more but the pain from the cane, the silent threat that he couldn't cry out from the pain, and the tears that wouldn't stop falling only caused him to fail more. 

Abdullah felt the steaming tears falling against his skin which only fueled him to punish the reprobate more. Over and over again he viciously brought the cane down across the young man's ass. The saddest part of the whole thing was that the cock sucking or the caning wasn't doing anything to make him want to cum, it was just merely a diversion. He had been plagued by this lack of desire for anyone else the moment Ivan Sergovei sunk his beautiful cock into his ass six months earlier.

He cursed every day that had passed since that weekend in Dubai when he met Ivan Sergovei even though every morning when the sun came up so did his desire to possess him. It saddened him that Al, with his brave front, could never admit the depth of feeling he had for Ivan, but Abdullah knew. 

He knew this only because he felt the same way.

The years of secret passion that he had with Al was now faked and forced since Al had taken Ivan as his live in lover - something neither of them had ever done before. Instead of being the center of attention, something Abdullah was used to, Al's attention constantly drifted to Ivan. It had been five months since Al and Abdullah had seen each other before the Dubai weekend. Abdullah was excited at seeing his long time lover but from the moment he laid eyes on him he knew he had lost Al. It was a unique feeling, a first time experience, the stabbing jealousy that someone had stolen Al's focused adulation away. 

Not that he blamed him. Ivan was a spectacular man and probably the best sexual partner either of them had ever had. His uninhibited sexuality came naturally, something Abdullah found out after being alone with Ivan the first time. Never in his life had he felt so utterly satisfied by another human being. It was as if Allah had brought Ivan to him as reward for his interminable devotion.

Abdullah's belief ran so deeply that if Allah wanted him to have Ivan Sergovei then he was willing to move heaven and earth to get him.

Reality ripped Abdullah from his thoughts when the young man at his cock started choking again. Abdullah pushed him away, cursing him and told him to get on his hands and knees. If the degenerate couldn't suck him to orgasm he hoped that maybe fucking him would do the trick. At that point it was a matter of pride. It would bring him shame if he couldn't prove himself a man. 

"If one sound comes out of your mouth I will give you the worst beating of your life...then I will give you to the palace guards...they haven't had sex for many months and will be rougher with you than I have been. They will pass you around and your ass will be so full of sperm you will be shitting sperm for months to come." Abdullah had the young man by his hair and even though he knew the boy didn't understand everything he had just said, the explicit tone of his voice let him know the insinuation was there. Paled by the prince's actions the young man wiped the tears from his face and lowered his body on all fours and prepared himself for the next onslaught.

Abdullah spread the young man's ass and looked at the recent tattoo over the boy's anal opening. It was a small round royal seal marking him as property of the royal house. Abdullah grunted knowing that tomorrow the tattoo would be burned off and the urchin thrown by the wayside. Anyone that would ever touch him going forward would know that he had been kicked from the royal stable as an outcast. Abdullah fingered the boy's ass, fighting against his tight little hole. It was so small and like this young man's so unused. The boy's clenched hole tried in vain to fight the intrusion but Abdullah was persistent as he forcefully shoved his finger into the boy's bottom. 

Normally he liked the tightness of a virgin or near virgin ass but not today. He wanted Ivan's ass, the only ass he ever had that fit his cock perfectly. Reaching over to his side table he grabbed a bottle of lubricant and slathered it over his cock stroking himself hard, hoping that his hand could excite him enough to want to shoot a load. When he was finally hard enough he pulled his finger out and plunged his lubed cock into the young man's ass in one long stroke and held himself there until he felt the boy's ass relax enough that he could fuck him without it feeling like his cock was bound in a vice.

Abdullah closed his eyes and thought back to the first time he took Ivan. The three of them were resting up after having had an incredible three-way when Abdullah silently let Al know that it was time for him to leave the bedroom, he wanted to be alone with Ivan. Regardless of what Al thought or felt, Abdullah governed their relationship and always had the final word. Reluctantly Al got up from the bed indicating that Ivan should stay.

"Habeebee, you stay and get to know Lolly better. I need to exercise my cock again. It is expected of me. Relax and enjoy." Al leaned over and grazed his tongue over Ivan's lips and left the room.

"He cares for you." Abdullah announced trying to keep emotion out of his tone.

"He's a good man...but to be honest I think he cares more for you than he does me. There is such passion between the two of you."

"Sometimes when you are too close you can't see the real passion." Abdullah whispered turning on his side. He couldn't help but run his hands over Ivan's body, admiring how handsome and fine he was. Ivan hadn't made a move to touch him yet and Abdullah suspected that he was still unsure of everything that was going on.

"Does it bother you being with another man?" Abdullah asked. Ivan pondered the question for awhile then merely shrugged.

"I guess it should...and I think a part of me would be bothered if it was anyone other than you." He rolled over on his side facing Abdullah. "The connection you have with Al doesn't make it seem so 'cheap'."

"You are the farthest thing from cheap." Abdullah said. He leaned in to Ivan and ran his tongue over Ivan's lips exactly how Al had done moments earlier. "Al was your first?" 

"Yes and up until two hours ago the only man I had ever been with...but then I planted my cock in your ass...and loved the feeling of how tight and receptive you were to me."

"Men are such wondrous creatures. You can fuck a thousand women and they all blend into one but each man is so very different." Abdullah was playing with Ivan's nipples again. They were hard and pronounced and he loved how sensitive they were and how hard Ivan's cock got when he squeezed them tightly between his finger tips. "Tell me Ivan, what is your favorite position?"

Ivan opened his closed eyes and stared into Abdullah's. There were such differences between Al and Abdullah. Al was his job. He enjoyed the sex with Al and was grateful that he was as attractive as he was. It made things so much easier. Now he was starring in another man's eyes and he found himself wanting him...not for the job, but to be with a man because he desired him.

"I enjoy when Al sits, either on the bed or in a chair and I straddle him. It's so deep that way...and there is so much intimacy being chest-to-chest." Ivan said touching Abdullah's chest for the first time.

"Would you like me to take you that way?" Abdullah's cock was throbbing from Ivan touch.

"I want you to decide which way you want me." Ivan moved closer and nuzzled his head against Abdullah's chest breathing in his essence. "Mmmm...you smell good...Patchouli right?"

Abdullah pulled Ivan into his arm grasping his head between his hands. His eyes bore into Ivan, searching for something...something he didn't quite understand. He felt he needed to say something but he couldn't find the words. It was Ivan that finally broke the moment when he parted his lips and let his tongue slowly run over his upper lip. 

"Oh yes," Abdullah moaned mimicking Ivan's action over his own lips. "I want to kiss you."




A Mole in the House Ch. 05



"Please...do..." Ivan muttered moving imperceptibly closer and opening his mouth to Abdullah.

Abdullah often wondered if it was that first kiss that sealed his fate that night or if it was lying on his back looking up at Ivan straddled over him. The utter joy and contentment that touched Ivan's face as he moved slowly, undulating his hips feeling every inch of Abdullah's meaty length deep inside of him. They moved together like they had been doing this all their lives. Ivan seemed to know when to rise and let Abdullah thrust into him and when to take control and ride his cock. 

They were virtually silent until Ivan felt Abdullah's cock begin to swell and he moaned his delight murmuring over and over again 'yes, yes' while moving up and down on his cock. He leaned forward drawing Abdullah's mouth to his, plunging his tongue in his mouth the moment Abdullah's cock unleashed inside of Ivan's ass. 

Abdullah let out a loud groan against Ivan's tongue pulling him tighter to him as he thrust himself as deeply as could in Ivan's ass. Ivan held himself steadfast against Abdullah, cradling his cock tightly within him, relishing every throb and shudder his cock made until his orgasm was exhausted - and still he didn't move. Abdullah just held his cock in Ivan's ass, not wanting to let go of that once in a lifetime perfect feeling of total sexual satisfaction. 

A moment passed.

Abdullah was back in the present and the young man, with his red welted ass was holding himself rock still his face buried in a pillow to stifle the silent sobs from the ass fucking he had just received. Abdullah had shot his load deep in the living receptacle's ass. Closing his eyes he cursed the present, he only wanted to be back in his bed in Dubai with Ivan. 

...But even that wasn't possible now.

Abdullah pushed the young man off the bed and told him to get out of his room. At nineteen years old the boy's life was all but over. He was used goods and would bear the burned off royal seal for the rest of his life - a reminder of what could have been. The only future for him now was to become a prostitute to the men in the mines or the oil fields, somewhere as far away from Cairo as he could get. The no named youth would never again feel the lap of luxury he had had for a brief few days of his life. 

*

Abdullah showered and returned to his bed, the remnants of the young man now washed away. He had business to attend to but had been putting it off all day. He was teetering on a precipice and the decisions he needed to make could mean life and death to some of his precious minions. More importantly he knew he was at the crossroads for his ultimate plan - total unification of conservative Islamic rule...with Abdullah the self appointed leader. The road to Mecca was getting closer.

The only problem was that damn Ivan Sergovei who he now knew to be Aaron Mitchell was fucking everything up, in more ways than one, and now he was totally off the grid and even his army men couldn't find the slightest trace of him. 

One minute he was there, the next POOF...he was gone - like he never existed.

Abdullah thought he had all of his bases covered. For years, as he built his plan knowing that one day it would come to fruition, he had vetted men, his messengers of Allah, throughout the world in high level intelligent positions. Some of them he was able to turn when they were already in the job others he groomed for years, paying for their educations and insuring that they succeeded in securing the positions they had. 

That was the case with the men he had in Washington. There were six of them who had became lifelong friends having served in the military together, done their tours and opted out after their four years were up. The men spent the bulk of their time in the Middle East, and liking the culture, decided to celebrate their discharge together before they returned to civilian life. Their destination was an extended trip to Sharm El Sheikh where Abdullah happened to be vacationing at the same time. They met Abdullah the first evening they were there at casino in the hotel they were staying at and for the first two days he didn't bother to tell them that he was a prince or his plans for the future. During the day they lounged out by pool at the hotel and at night they hit the disco's and danced the night away with Abdullah picking up the tab where ever they went. 

When Abdullah finally told them that he was Prince Abdullah the men were in awe of hanging out with Egyptian royalty. Abdullah was cunning and had pretty much figured out within the first few hours that the six men were either bi-sexual or homosexual, especially after they turned down Abdullah's offer of the company of six of the most beautiful women they had ever met. The men preferred their own company and even though they didn't mind spending time with the prince they returned to their own hotel rooms when it came time to turn in.

On the third night, too tired to party, Abdullah invited them to his house for dinner and a quiet night of relaxation. After dinner they went outside to the pool area where Abdullah told them that they were more than welcome to shed their clothes and swim. They were reluctant at first but as soon as Abdullah took his clothes off, letting them see his hard meaty cock, and jumped into the pool the others soon followed suit. Within the hour they retreated to the prince's playroom and spent the night enjoying man sex at its finest.

Abdullah formed a bond with the six men that night that was not only sexual but religious as well. He showed them the path to Allah, something the six of them carried throughout their lives. The more time they spent together the easier and more pliable they became for Abdullah. He offered them something they never had in their life before, acceptance of who they were, a path, a purpose and more money than they could ever spend in their lifetime. In return all they had to do was funnel intelligence information to Abdullah. 

Over their nineteen plus years, with Abdullah puppeting them, they all took jobs in Washington and grew within the governmental ranks. He made sure they spread themselves evenly between the agencies, FBI, CIA, NSA, Homeland Security, Secret Service and the newest offshoot - the agency that was supposedly so covert it didn't even have a name. In theory it was to be the biggest secret around but Abdullah had successfully planted a mole even before the doors opened. 

Now everything was in jeopardy - and it was all one of his moles fault.

After Al's death he tried to contact Ivan. He wanted Ivan to come to Cairo to be with him. When he found out that he left Damascus he followed his trail to Moscow. His informant in Moscow had already searched Ivan's apartment months earlier when Abdullah did a comprehensive background check on Ivan. They reported that the apartment was bugged, something that Abdullah thought Al had done even though he didn't think Al was smart enough to do something like that. Now they reported that Ivan had been seen with two American's who they were able to link to the CIA. Two days later Ivan disappeared. 

Abdullah's immediately contacted his man in the CIA who in turn put the word out to the other six. Less than a half a day later Abdullah had his answer - the man he knew as Ivan Sergovei was in fact Aaron Mitchell and was part of the covert agency within Langley. 

At first he was pissed...just plain fucking pissed off. How could he have not known that there was a mole planted in the Middle East? Through his secured channels he got his answers hours later. Aaron Mitchell had been sent to Syria to extract information on governmental movements and the splintering factions within the government. The mole, wanting to keep Aaron's cover intact, didn't report this to any of his counterparts or to Abdullah. Of course the mole didn't know about Abdullah's connection to the General or that a month into the operation he had met Ivan/Aaron. 

Abdullah's outrage soon morphed into an opportunity of a lifetime. His anger was abruptly under control, knowing that he would deal with his messenger and his reluctance to convey information later. What was more important was that suddenly Aaron Mitchell was now going to be the pawn that would propel Abdullah to finally get what he wanted all of his life.

The General's death had not only the Muslim world but the entire world on edge. There had been no progress made in discovering who committed such a heinous crime. Who better to set up as the murderer then the General's homosexual lover - an American covert agent sent to Syria to destroy the government? 

It was the best of all worlds for Abdullah. Al and his western ways would be disgraced leaving his faction splintered and America would carry the weight of the world on its shoulders. Already there was the trouble they were having in Israel now this...it couldn't have worked out better. The only problem was that to make the entire plan work he had to find Ivan or Aaron or whoever the fuck he had become now.

Of course that would be setting Ivan up to be the sacrificial lamb and Abdullah wasn't sure he wanted to give him up that easily. He had his men in his stable to satisfy his sexual needs, but he needed Aaron Mitchell to satisfy the passion he had lost with Al. 

He had gone over so many scenarios in his mind as to how to blame Ivan and save him at the same time. The only thing he could come up with was to have him killed as far as the world was concerned and keep him hidden away in his palace in Cairo. In his mind it appeared to be the best of both worlds but the reality was that he wanted Ivan to come to him on his own accord and not a his prisoner or slave. 

The time had come for Abdullah to begin his ascension to greatness, to stand arm and arm with Allah and rule his people. Reaching over for his phone Abdullah dialed a number and waited for the person on the other end to pick up. 

"It's time to clean house." He said without the benefit of a greeting.

"Yes sir. I understand. I will take care of everything."

"Allah will welcome his soldiers with open arms." Abdullah spoke in a hushed reverenced tone before clicking off the line.

*

That evening in a Georgetown townhouse the six men owned collectively and used for their private meetings and get togethers sat down to their monthly dinner. As usual the food was catered by the best Middle Eastern restaurant in Washington DC. Before eating the men recited their du'a, their personal prayers then silently passed the food around the table. It had become their way to eat in silence, taking their time to recognize all the blessings that Allah afforded them. The time for talk always waited until the meal ended. 

Talk never resumed. All six men were dead before they reached mid-way through the meal. If anyone had looked through the window to the house they would have seen six men sitting around the table their heads nodded down as if they were praying, but they never even had time to recited a last prayer for Allah to take them to his bosom...death was instantaneous. 

*

I woke up early Saturday morning feeling restless and closed in. I still felt like crap for the way I treated Joel the evening before. I shouldn't have ever allowed the evening to go as far as it did. To absolve my guilt I promised myself I would make another apology to him before I left Raleigh. That is if he would even talk to me.

Today, however, I decided to take a road trip hoping the open road would have the same impact on me as it had two days earlier. This time I decided to head towards Columbus Ohio an eight hour road trip from Raleigh. I was going to follow the same protocol, get as far away from Raleigh, steal a cell phone and make a call.

Just outside of Lexington Kentucky I pulled into a gas station to fill the bike. At the pump next to mine was a convertible with the top down. The driver had stepped away and I couldn't help but look over to car where I saw not one, not two but three cell phones - two sitting on the passenger side seat, one on the floor. I could also tell that the one of the floor was a cheap burner cell. I counted to ten while I looked around and in a flash moved from the bike to the car and back again before anyone was the wiser. 

Half way between Lexington and Columbus I pulled over in a rest area and took the phone out. It was fully charged and had thirty-five minutes left on it. I dialed the next number down the list, hung up, dialed, hung up and let it ring. Like before the old man picked up on the second ring, I remained silent and all he said was 3339427729 and hung up.

Using another code I had memorized I unscrambled the numbers and dialed the new number I was given. The phone was picked up on the first ring even before I had a chance to hang up and call back again.

"Hi." Lawrence's voice sounded in my head was like music in my soul. I had never been so happy to hear such a small word like 'hi' before. "Don't worry, this phone is a hundred percent secure and I'm sure you took precautions too." 

"I miss you." He said a moment later when I still hadn't said anything. "I'm glad you ran. This thing is getting really complicated."

"What's happening?" Why couldn't I have been more considerate and asked him how he was first?

"I got a call this morning to go to a house in Georgetown. I was met by my counterpart in the FBI. We walked into the house and there sitting around the dining room table were six dead men. Stan Leads from the FBI, Derrick Highland from the CIA, George Wills from the Secret Service, Hank Fenner from the NSA, Tim O'Dowd from Homeland Security...and...um...well...Brian was there also...he's dead Steve."

I thought I should have been shocked, but the reality was that I had begun to suspect Brian all along and if Lawrence's cryptic message he posted on CL to me rang true so did he. 

"I'm sorry they are dead...but I can tell by the tone in your voice that something else is happening."

"It's not good..." Lawrence's voice was raw. "The FBI found the lethal canister of gas attached to HVAC system in the basement of the townhouse. They also found two partial prints at the back door but found one full print on the inside lip of the canister..."

"Oh...let me guess...It was my print on the canister and they were able to connect the partials to me also?"

There was silence on the phone.

"I didn't do it Lawrence. I'm was nine hours from Washington...and I wasn't alone last night...I can prove it." The silence on the phone was deafening until Lawrence spoke again. I knew what he was thinking and as much as I wanted to justify myself it just wasn't the time.

"That's not all..."

"I can imagine." The sarcasm in my voice was thicker than split pea soup.

"In Brian's briefcase they found documents that connect you to the General's death...they are saying the men were meeting to work up a plan to capture you."

"So these men become heroes and I become the most wanted man in the world...great." I sighed deeply.

"Steve. Let me come to you. We can work this thing out together. I can't stand the thought of you being alone right now."

"No...I have to disappear and I refuse to bring you down with me. This is the last time we can speak Lawrence." I paused fighting off the emotions I was feeling. 

"Please Steve...even the old man feels I should go to you. He knows you didn't do it."

"No. Tell him I appreciate it...but I have to get out of this myself."

There was a long silence. I knew I had to end the call. 

"Lawrence ...we talked about this in Fredericksburg. We both knew this was a crap shoot. I don't want you to live in the 'what might have been' mode, just move on...please." 

Before he could say anything I hung the phone up.

Like before, I stripped the phone down throwing it piece by piece as I headed down the highway towards Columbus. As emotionally flooded as I was I knew I had to move on, the sooner I could find a way out the sooner I could try and salvage things. 

I made a pit stop at an electronics store I had scoped out on the internet and picked up some items that were lacking in my arsenal I could possibly need going forward. I spent a total of two hours in Columbus before turning back to Raleigh weaving my way between highways and country roads not knowing whether I was being tracked or not.

I needed a plan, something concrete to give me hope that I was going to get out of this mess. I could only run so far and hide for so long. Eventually my money would run out or I would have the bad luck to be in the wrong place at wrong time.



A Mole in the House Ch. 06



Adrenaline fueled me back to Raleigh.

It was daunting to realize that everything I had worked for all my life was suddenly slipping through my fingers. It wasn't just the job I was afraid of losing. I loved my work and there wasn't a day that I regretted what I did. I was a proud American that loved serving my country. I think what was troubling me most was the fear of losing the strides I had made over the past year in my personal growth. 

I had waited over thirty years to work through whom I really was and what I wanted without questioning whether I had made the correct decision. My feet were planted firmly on the ground. I even met someone that I connected with something I never imagined would ever happen. The best part was the revelation that when I was with Lawrence I wasn't afraid of the feelings I had for him. Everything just seemed right. Lawrence was just so much more than the job, more than any of the material possessions I owned but more importantly he was more than my 'it's all about me' attitude - a state of mind I had lived in for too many years. Finally I wanted to be an 'us'.

It all boiled down to the simple fact that I didn't want to lose Lawrence.

It dawned on me half way back to Raleigh that if I wanted to keep what I had there was only one clear-cut reality - I had to get Prince Abdullah before he got me.

~*~

Atlanta Georgia didn't have the largest Muslim population in the United States but it did have an upcoming Muslim Unity Conference where the President of the United States was the opening keynote speaker and Prince Abdullah was the closing keynote speaker. In between there was to be four days filled with lectures, workshops, prayer, and updates from around the world on Islamic social reform. 

Because the President was giving the keynote the Secret Service had locked down many of the particulars of the conference. The news reporting agencies were left guessing at the number of people that were expected to attend, where the President would be staying and more importantly where, his good friend, Prince Abdullah would also be residing during the conference. Normally I would have a team of people behind me that had access to all that information but the sad reality was I was on my own and had to make do with what I could find on my own.

The one thing I was counting on was Abdullah's ego to carry forth to Atlanta. The weekend Al and I spent with him in Dubai I noted that he wasn't as security conscious as I thought he should be. On the lobby level of the high rise there were two armed guards on duty twenty-four/seven. He had a private elevator that only went to the penthouse level and it opened right into the penthouse. I noted that there were no armed personnel in the penthouse itself. There was a camera in the elevator and cameras in the stairwells but for the benefit of his guests and his 'hobbies' there were none in the penthouse itself. I remember even commenting to Al about the lack of security and he just shrugged it off saying that Abdullah believed that Allah protected him and didn't like too many people knowing his personal business.

When Abdullah came to Damascus and stayed with Al for four days he was accompanied by his manservant and one armed guard/driver who was relieved of his duty when Abdullah was safely ensconced in the house. Again he didn't feel the need to be surrounded by armed security.

It was my fervent hope that he would feel the same way about his trip to Atlanta. 

The conference was scheduled to start on Thursday evening. I knew that Abdullah wouldn't miss the President speak, especially given the rumors the President secretly prayed to Allah, so he would definitely be in Atlanta by Thursday. I was putting my money on his arrival to be either Tuesday or Wednesday so he was well rested before the conference started. 

Again, Abdullah's ego always forced him to put his best face forward. 

I had only been in Abdullah's company twice, the weekend in Dubai and the four days in Damascus. He made a point of calling Al and me on a regular basis to see how we were getting on constantly questioning our sexual adventures we were sharing.I learned a lot about him over that six month period with the biggest revelation being that religion ruled Abdullah's life and he preferred to surround himself with similar people.

He only conducted business with Arabs and more specially Muslims. The only time I ever knew of him to associate with a non-Arab, non Muslim was with his sexual playthings and that was because Allah forbade his followers to commit sodomy. I never could reconcile his hypocritical thinking on that, especially since he and Al had been lovers for so many years but it was not my place to judge what other people did or thought.

What he did or thought I was hoping that Abdullah was going to adhere to his self imposed bigotry against non Muslims with regards to the accommodations he would chose to stay at in Atlanta. Given my reasoning I immediately cut three of the top five luxury hotels because they were either Jewish owned or controlled. The other luxury hotel was owned by Asians leaving the fifth and most likely candidate to be the owned by a conglomerate that owned several hotels in Dubai, London and United States. I was putting all my eggs in this basket and hoped upon hope that I truly knew Abdullah well enough.

A random thought drew me away from the present back to Damascus and the week that Abdullah visited.

~*~

Abdullah was due to arrive to Al's house sometime in the late afternoon. Al was a bundle of nerves over the impending visit. Abdullah rarely ventured to Syria and when he did they normally went directly to his house in the country which was larger and more opulent than the mere four thousand square foot, five bedrooms, six bath house he kept in the city. 

Al had gone to his office for a few hours to handle a minor crisis and asked me to stay at the house in the event that Abdullah arrived earlier than planned. I noticed that his voice was strained and before he left he pulled me in his arms and held me tightly against him. I could feel his heart beating hard against mine.

"Are you okay?" I asked pulling back slightly. I had never seen him like this before.

"Yes...I'll be okay. As soon as this wedding is over and our life returns back to normal I'll be better. I don't look forward to not having you to myself for the next week. I'm greedy that way." He gave me his best crooked smile but I could see it was faked and filled with unsaid dread. 

I knew that Al's feelings for me ran deeper than mine were for him. For the past six month I worked diligently to keep him at arm's length. The sex with him was still good and over the past few weeks he had been opening up more and more to me about his life and how he sees his future - a future that included me at his side. 

"We'll have some fun with Lolly here." I said trying to placate him, only it seemed to work in reverse as his entire demeanor seemed to sag. 

"Lolly enjoys being with you." He stated letting me go walking away from me.

"I am yours." I yelled after him but I knew my words fell on deaf ears. Al was fighting a demon I couldn't help him with so my best stance was to give him the space he needed. After he left me standing alone in the bedroom I couldn't help but wonder if the minor crisis that took him away was planned to give Abdullah time alone with me.

The answer came less than an hour later.

Just as it had been in Dubai, Abdullah had repeated himself when he walked into the bedroom. He was a beautiful sight to behold but I couldn't hide the disappointment I felt towards Al that once again he had kowtowed to his loving Lolly. 

"Hello Ivan." He stood in the middle of the room staring at me, his eyes matching the smile on his lips.

I stood immediately. I still wasn't comfortable calling him Lolly so I greeted him formally.

"Please...I prefer you call me by my nickname, it makes me believe you care about me." Again he was smiling and I was wondering what he was thinking. "You are well I hope?"

"I am Sir, and you? I know Al has been looking forward to seeing you. He truly misses you more than you can imagine."

He walked over to the bed and sat on the edge. "I think of Al often...as I have been thinking about you also. I can spend a whole night lost in thoughts about you and Al fucking in this bed."

It was the first time he used such crude terminology but I understood that he was trying to convey to me that he felt I was merely a plaything for Al.

"May I get you some tea? Maybe something to eat?"

"Yes, perhaps later. Now I would like to wash the dust of the road off of me and relax. I was hoping that you would join me."

I had wanted to be coy, I really wanted to resist the urges that I had for Lolly but I'm a man...and men aren't the strongest of creatures when sex is being offered up to them. Especially when it's a flavor you've tasted before and really, really liked. Lolly was a hot piece of man. Not only was he my type of man - a nice hairy full chest and a thick cock but more importantly he knew how to seduce and treat a man the way he deserved to be treated.

Even though I hated that Al had offered me up to Lolly so easily I let that war within me rage for about sixty seconds. All it took was for Lolly to take that one step closer to me. I inhaled his now familiar masculine scent and felt his hand against my chest pinching my nipples through the shirt I was wearing and I was his.

"Come shower with me...please..."

Was it conciliatory that he was asking me and not telling me? 

His hand drifted down to my crotch and he could feel my hardness straining to be released. I stepped closer to him and touched him between his legs. I was surprised to find that he had opened his pants under this thawb and his unrestrained cock greeted my hand.

"I've been hard all day thinking about being with you..." he whispered pushing his cock deeper in my hand. "Come...I know you want me as much as I want you."

Three minutes later we were naked standing under the large shower head our mouths sealed in a kiss that was simply curling my toes. Lolly's large arms were wrapped around me while his tongue slowly stroked against mine letting me know that he wanted to take this slowly.

"You scare me Ivan Sergovei." He whispered in my mouth. "I have never desired a man as much as I desire you. You make every other man I've ever had or desired insignificant." He pressed his body tighter to mine holding me like his life depended on it.

I pulled away slightly still staying in his arms. There were a thousand things I could say to him but I knew none were what he wanted to hear. "Don't want me so much," I said, "just enjoy me for right now."

"You don't desire me?" He let go of me and leaned against the wall. The mood was broken.

"I do desire you. Look at how my body reacts when you are close to me." I said looking down at fully engorged cock.

"But..."

"But I am with Al and I won't do anything to hurt him. Can't you see that he loves you so much he is willing to do whatever you ask of him?" I stopped for a minute to try and gather my thoughts some more. Lolly was leaning against the wall of the shower staring at me.

"You love him?" There was shock written in that little three word question.

"I care deeply for him. I'm not sure I know what love is." As much as I had to protect my asset and operation I was also speaking the truth - at that time I didn't know what it meant to love another person.

"But you desire me."

"Oh yes I do." I said emphatically. A smile touched my lips as my eyes grazed down his body. Even wet he was the most desirable man I had even seen. 

"But you wouldn't give Al up for me." He appeared crestfallen. Abdullah was a man used to getting what he wanted and I could tell by the determined look on his face that he wanted me. I shook my head that I wouldn't.

"What if things changed between you and Al and you weren't together anymore?"

"I don't know. I haven't seen or thought past Al yet."

"Would you consider coming to Cairo to maybe explore something with me?" Lolly was being persistent to the point that his spoiled, possessive side was emerging. 

"I think I would want to go back to Moscow for a little while. I miss my home and my family. I've been gone for a long time." When that didn't placate him I added, "I will consider your invitation Lolly." Catching me off guard he grabbed me and crushed his lips to mine.

"Make love to me." He half asked, have demanded. "I need to feel you in me." 

He didn't even wait to leave the shower. He just turned and bent over slightly at his waist offering himself up to me. I stepped closer to him and ran my fingers over his perfect ass. I spread his ass cheeks letting my fingers delve deeper to his ass. He was surprisingly open to me and my finger slipped into him without hesitation. Lolly let out a low moan as he braced his hands against the shower wall.

"Please take me...I need to feel you..." I stepped closer to him and pulled my finger out and replaced it with the head of my cock. I wanted to take him slowly, let him feel every inch of my length entering him, but he had other ideas and the moment my cock head was in him he pushed back against me taking me in one deep stroke.

Our moans filled the shower. Fueled by his desires I started long deep strokes in and out of his ass. His ass was so wonderfully tight wrapped around my cock. I knew I wouldn't be able to hold off for too long, as much as I wanted to fuck him for hours, he was just pushing my every button letting me know that he wanted to feel my cock explode in his ass. It didn't matter that I was...for lack of a better word...topping him, he was surprisingly in total control. He was pushing back against me, telling me how to take him, demanding I fuck him harder. Then, when I couldn't contain myself any longer and he felt me swelling inside of him he grabbed my cock tightly with his ass and pushed back against me as the first wave of my orgasm shot deep into him.

"Da Da...Aiwa...Da..." He cried out, 'yes' over and over again in both Russian and Arabic. His ass was draining my cock taking every drop of cum he could squeeze out of me. I leaned into him, my head against his back trying to catch my breath. Lolly leaned back into me, holding my arms that were wrapped around him against his chest.

"See how good we are together?" He groaned wiggling his ass against me. He was taking as much pleasure out of still hard cock as he could get.

"I do enjoy being with you Lolly...just as I enjoy being with Al also." 

What he didn't understand was that as good as the sex was with him - and it was fucking fantastic - I had a job to do and nothing was going to deter me from doing it.

"Yes...I know." He sighed pulling away from me. Turning he kissed me briefly and grabbed the washcloth and his bottle of expensive shower gel that Al stocked especially for his visit. We showered in relative silence, taking turns washing each other enjoying the feel of each other's touch. 

After we finished the shower and dried off Lolly led me into the bedroom and had me sit on the edge of the bed.

"I've wanted to do this with you since the weekend in Dubai. It's something I've never done before..." His voice drifted as he walked across the room and picked up the straight back chair from the small writing desk and carried it over to the sleeping area of Al's massive bedroom. He sat in the chair, letting his towel fall open to reveal his thick erection greeting me.

"There is one thing about your lover that I know very well...and that is that he likes the feeling of skin on skin. So do I, but I also like to use lubricant - I love the feeling of my cock sliding easily in and out of a tight ass - it's like I'm wrapped in silk. I'm pretty sure you haven't experienced this yet, so in essence this will be a first for you too." 

He poured a thick glob of lubricant into the palm of his hand and started stroking his cock. I actually had to catch my breath at the sight of his glistening cock that I knew was soon doing to be buried deeply in me.

"Come here Ivan I have something for you to sit on." 

I didn't hesitate and a moment later I was straddled over him ready to lower myself on his delicious thickness. Bending from the knees I lowered myself down until I felt the slick head of his cock at my opening. I know my hole was already gaped open in anticipation. I had wanted him since the moment Al announced that Lolly was going to visit.

"Oh you are so ready for me..." he moaned pushing his cock slowly into me. 

I took my time feeling every inch of his wonderful phallus as he filled me. Al was a healthy sized man and I enjoyed his cock in my ass, but I had to admit that I loved how Lolly's lubed cock felt sliding into me. He was just so long and thick and lubrication made it feel just as long and just as thick only slippery and so heavenly sensually good. 

All too soon I was planted firmly in his lap with his entire length stretched inside of me. Lolly drew his arms around me and hugged me tightly against his chest. His mouth was on my neck, kissing me lightly until he found the exact spot that he wanted and bared his teeth down sucking hard against my neck. He was marking me. He had done it in Dubai and now he was doing it again. He wanted Al to see that he had had me and for that period of time I was his. He sucked harder, almost to the point of being painful, until he finally let go and looked at his work.

"Mmmm...I love how you white men mark so easily. Shall I do it again?" He asked. 

I looked at him and smiled. I didn't care what he did to me at the point, as long as his cock stayed hard and buried in me. "My nipple." I managed to moan out pushing my chest to his face.

"With pleasure." He responded grabbing my right nipple with his teeth and bearing down pulling it away from my chest. 

"Ahhhh..." I moaned and shrieked at the same time. My ass tightened down pulling his cock tighter to me as my hips started bucking uncontrollably. "Oh fuck ...please...don't stop..." I cried pressing myself tightly against his mouth riding his cock hard. Without warning my cock sprang to life seeping strings of precum against his chest. Not only was he hitting my sweet spot with his cock but his mouth on my right nipple and his hand twisting my left nipple had me writhing to the point I didn't know how long I could hold out. The pleasurable-pain was taking me to places I'd never been before. 

Lolly was matching me stroke for stroke as I bucked against him. The lube he had used had him sliding in and out of me so easily with a erotic feeling I had never experienced before. Lolly let go of my nipple to catch his breath giving me the opportunity to move freer against him. I leaned back slightly and drew my hips up the length of his cock then plunged back down again. Letting out a loud moan Lolly begged me to do it again. Happily I repeated my actions again...then again and once before he grabbed me and pulled me to him.

"I can't hold out any longer." He cried pumping his cock one last time in me. I pressed my full weight down on him just as his cock detonated. Wave after pulsating wave jetted into me and still he didn't stop. His whole body was trembling as his orgasm took over every fiber of his being. His back bowed and his head was thrown back as he expressed his pure unadulterated joy with a deep, loud groan that rang throughout the room.

"Come away with me right now, leave everything behind...please we are so good together." He gasped trying to catch his breath. Somehow we disentangled ourselves and made it to the bed. Lolly was lying on his back. I was on my front my head lying across his chest.

"We already had this conversation Lolly." I mumbled almost too tired to speak.




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"That was before..." he said.

"Before?" I lifted my head, resting my chin on his chest looking into his dark eyes.

"You can't tell me you have this same passion with Al..."

I was startled by his words. Once again the conversation was getting too deep, something I wanted to stay away from.

"Lolly I don't want to talk about this anymore. I enjoy being with you...but I am not going to leave Al. End of conversation." I moved away from and got up from the bed. Lolly's eyes followed me as I moved around the room. "I'm going to put some clothes on and get something to eat, would you like something." My tone was curt, letting him know that I didn't appreciate his possessive attitude towards me.

"No, I'll just take a short nap." He rolled onto his side and the conversation ended.

~*~

Things went quickly downhill over the next few hours. Al was insanely jealous when he came home and saw the marks that Lolly had left on me. Not only did I have his large mark on my neck but my nipple was bruised and swollen from his less then gentle playfulness.

I gave them their space for their evening prayers went and laid down in one of the guest rooms. I had hoped that if Lolly and Al spent some time together in prayer that maybe Allah could mend the fence that was down between them.

Unfortunately that wasn't to be the case. The meditative sounds of their recited prayers were quickly replaced with shouting and incessant bickering between the two of them. For two very masculine men they were acting like two little queens that each wanted to have their way.

Finally after two hours of listening to their asinine behavior I burst into the room ready to read them the riot act. I found the two of them were buck naked, each obviously turned on by the other, standing in the center of the room shouting at each other. If I wasn't so angry about their unmanly behavior I would have burst out laughing. 

"ENOUGH!" I yelled in Russian. "If they two of you don't stop I'm going to go back to my place." They stood staring at me with their mouths gaped open. These were two very dominant men that weren't used to anyone raising their voice to them or telling them what to do. At least they weren't screaming at each other anymore. "Now...if we can behave like the gentlemen we represent ourselves to be I think we should talk about the 'issues' the two of you are having."

They were still struck dumb that I actually raised my voice to them and remained muted only nodding their heads that they would behave.

"Lolly," I said looking at him, "I do enjoy being with you but as I've told you I am with Al and prefer to stay with him. I can't speak for Al but over the past six months we have formed a bond that goes beyond just sex." I was lying through my teeth but it was the only way I felt I could salvage the operation. 

"Al," I turned to him and smiled. There was a part of me that did appreciate this man. "You have showed me that I can be myself and have given me an inner strength to not hide any longer. For that I thank you. When you took me to Dubai and put in the position where I felt prostituted to that group of men it hurt me more than you will ever know. That being said, I did enjoy being with this man," I pointed to Lolly. "Just as I enjoy being with you."

I stopped to think about the next words I wanted to say. 

"You are fighting over something that doesn't belong to either of you. Al never asked if I wanted to be with Lolly and Lolly, you expected Al to give me to you - like I was his possession. I am a free man and will do as I please and be with whom I want to be with," I looked at them both, "and for the next few days I want the three of us to enjoy the hell out of each other and when it's over Lolly you will return home and Al and I will stay here. After that I hope going forward we can conduct ourselves like gentlemen but at every opportunity we can all be together we can be the animals we like to be behind closed doors."

I shifted my weight from one foot to the other and crossed my arms across my chest. The two men, both in their fifties stood like idiots, naked as the day they were born staring at me wondering how they lost control of the situation.

"Fine." Lolly said with a wave of his hand in a conciliatory manner, of course as the self appointed leader of our group, he had to be the first to speak but I could see that he wasn't ready to give up so easily.

"Okay." Al said looking over to Lolly trying to gauge what he was thinking or planning.

"Now...I think I would like the three of us to crawl into bed and forget all of this squabbling. I see two very hard dicks that require my undivided attention."

The fight ended and we did enjoy the three days. I even missed them when they left Thursday morning for the wedding. Al called me Saturday evening to tell me that an emergency came up and Lolly was called away from the wedding. 

I didn't think twice about Lolly's abrupt departure from the wedding, I knew that Lolly was too selfish a person to care about the wedding of someone he wasn't close with and that the real reason he had accepted the invitation was to allow him to spend some time Al and me - but I actually suspected I was the main reason for his visit. 

The next evening when I got the crushing news that Al had been killed my first thoughts went to Lolly and the lover he had lost. Never in my wildest imagination would I have ever considered that he could have been behind it.

Sadly I was wrong.

~*~

My time in Raleigh was over.

I needed to move on to Atlanta, get the lay of the land and get this whole thing over with. I had maybe one or two days to get everything in place. It was quite ironic that my last operation I was on took months to set up and I always had a team of people and an entire governmental agency backing me up. From there I was reduced to four days of planning and only two people backing me up - Lawrence and the old man. Now I was totally on my own and two days to get my shit together...oh yeah and on every government watch list and then some. I certainly hope that things couldn't get any worse than this!

I jogged up to the office to let them know I was leaving and to get someone, most likely Joel, to unhooked my RV. The office door was propped open and I could see Joel sitting alone at the desk. I took a deep breath and walked in. He looked up, shocked to see me, but smiled nevertheless at seeing me.

"I wanted to apologize again for the other night." I said walking in.

"There's no need to."

"I really did want to be with you but the closer we got the more I realized that the other issues in my life wouldn't allow me to give you the attention you deserved."

"Lloyd, I told you...it's was better that we didn't do anything. I'm an emotional person and neither of us needs that type of relationship right now." I nodded my head in agreement.

"I also stopped by to tell you that I've been called to Atlanta for business. I need to leave tonight to be there for an early morning meeting. I was hoping that you could give me a hand helping me unhook."

"Sure...let me call Doug to come cover the office and I'll meet you back at the RV."

I waited a pause. "I have another question..."

"Shoot."

"Do you know any place in the Atlanta area where I can park my rig?"

"Oh sure...we have a sister park out by Stone Mountain, about twenty-five minutes from downtown. It's not at luxurious as this place but they have all the hookups you'll need."

"Great...could you make me a reservation and shoot me in the right direction?"

"I will bring the information with me. I won't be more than ten minutes."

"Thanks Joel. I appreciate it."

"You're welcome." He waited a moment before asking if I would be coming through Raleigh again.

"If I do, I will call you. I promise."

I knew I would never see him again and as he put it, it was better that we didn't get involved. When I was unhooked and ready to leave I offered my hand to him - my last attempt at making peace. Joel looked at me and smiled and pulled me in his arms in a tight bear hug.

"Take care of yourself." He said. "I hope you work things out and find happiness."

~*~

I pulled into the Stone Mountain Park at four thirty in the morning wired from too much caffeine, the drive and working through how I was going to get to Abdullah. I was greeted by a nice gentleman who I sure was given explicit instructions to roll out the red carpet for me. 

With everything taken care and I had taken a long hot shower, I unloaded the bike and took off for the city to get a lay of the land. I had never been to Atlanta before and needed to know the area I would be dealing with inside and out. I spent the better part of the morning into the early afternoon mapping out routes out of the downtown area back to where the RV was. 

I was keeping the plan as simple as possible. I would be portraying a Secret Service agent sent to Abdullah's suite to review the protocols and schedule for meeting with the President. I was working on the assumption that there would two maybe three other people in the suite beside Abdullah. I knew I could handle that many people, without bringing any unwanted attention. I also knew I needed a backup plan if Abdullah chose this trip to surround himself with an army of men.

My backup plan involved me getting access to the suite prior to Abdullah's arrival. Going on the assumption that security prior to the event beginning wasn't going to be as tight as when the dignitaries arrived I made a quick stop in a men's clothing store and bought two suits, one for now and one for later. I made my way to a barber shop to have a professional shave and a much needed haircut. For my plan to work I needed to look like I was dripping money. My last stop was at a theatrical costume shop where I purchased everything I would need to pull my 'Mission Impossible' change of appearance.

The average person only sees what they want to see and normally within a neat little circle surrounding them. With a minimal amount of latex, colored contact lenses and a non permanent hair color change I was able to transform myself from dark hair, dark eyed Lloyd Spencer to blonde hair, blue eyed Hans Stofferman, complete with German accent.

Hans Stofferman, complete with credentials, worked for a large German corporation that was planning on hosting a conference in Atlanta in the near future. As Hans I apologized profusely for not making an appointment with the director of sales but my boss always insisted that when selecting hotels for conferences he liked the element of surprise to see how the hotel would react to unexpected situations.

Matthew Whitlock, a handsome openly gay man, didn't miss a beat assuring me the hotel could accommodate any and all issues that might arise. I decided to subtly flirt with Mr. Whitlock, something told me he thought I was pretty hot and I'd learned from the past sex can open doors. 

He offered me a tour of the hotel which I readily accepted. We did the basics, included the five star restaurants, gym, pool and a look-see at the basic rooms. I made sure to touch him whenever the situation called for it, to laugh at his jokes and show as much interest in him as I could. I also could physically see that I was getting to him from the obvious bulge in his pants, which he did nothing to try and hide.

"I think if the executive suites are as nice as the rest of the hotel we could have a winner." I said standing close to him. "My boss insists on always having the best of the best, he's quite the snob if you know what I mean."

"Yes Sir, I do." Matthew responded letting me know he dealt with those types all the time. I could see that Matthew liked calling me Sir and the more dominate I was with him the better he reacted to me.

"It just happens our Royal Suite is unoccupied today. Would you like to inspect it? It is the best suite on this property. It's a three bedroom, three bath five thousand square foot suite that has its own private elevator."

"Yes, I think I would like to see it. My boss would never forgive me if I didn't see everything."

Matthew was ecstatic at the opportunity to not only spend more time with me but also be alone with me. I decided that I would take full advantage of being in the suite for as long as I could.

The Royal Suite occupied the entire top floor of the hotel. The elevator opened to a small but lush lobby area with the double doors to the suite opposite the elevator. I scanned the area and noted there was also a camera in the lobby area.

Since the elevator required a card key there was no card entry to the suite itself. The double doors had a conventional lock on them if the occupant felt it necessary. I was liking this more and more. 

Matthew maintained his professionalism as he showed me around the suite. The décor of the lush suite was traditional and far from the hotel rooms we had seen on the lower floors. Everything was of the highest quality, which was expected at a whopping seventy five hundred a night. It was a sad perspective that a five night stay, with all the add-ons, which was probably how long Abdullah was going to occupy the suite equated to how much fifty percent of the average American household made in a year.

We looked at the bedrooms and I took the liberties of opening every door I could see. I was looking for something in particular. Of course Matthew had to go through the entire spiel of the history of the suite, some of the people who occupied it and, as he put it, quite confidentially that tomorrow Prince Abdullah of Egypt would be right where we were standing. I maintained a straight face as I listened to the overzealous salesman go and on knowing full well that there wasn't going to be any type of sale.

We made our way from the bedrooms back through the living room to the massive dining room that could seat twelve people comfortably to the kitchen which was modern and could hold a staff of ten without any of them feeling crowded. I continued opening doors and checking out all the spaces the suites held until I finally came to what I was looking for - off the butler's pantry was a half bathroom that connected to a utility room . Not only did it have a washer/dryer unit but the A/C unit I had been searching for. Now I needed time to do my thing.

Trying to stall I asked Matthew to sit with me for a few minutes at the kitchen table. There wasn't a moment of reluctance and I knew he was trying to figure a way to have me ask him out so I was going to take advantage of it.

"You are gay?" I asked like it was the most normal question a person could ask. Matthew didn't hesitate when he nodded that he was. "I too enjoy the company the men. Matthew's eyes lit up like a Christmas tree.

"Are you involved with anyone?" I asked. I was speaking in broken English making it sound like it was a typical question a German would ask.

"Um...no...not at the moment, what about you?" He was turned towards me, and subtly spread his legs so I could see his bulge.

"No...my boss keeps me on the road too much to maintain a long term relationship. I normally form short term intensive physical relationships with people I meet wherever I am. My tastes are very...how you say...particular." I had read this man like a book. He was so submissive that if I snapped my fingers I knew he would be on his knees before me. Just the inference that I had 'particular' sexual tastes had him squirming in his seat.

"Oh?" He tried to say calmly but his tone had increased a couple of octaves.

"Yes Mr. Whitlock, but I suspect you already guessed that. You are a man that is more comfortable on your knees serving that anything else...and if I'm correct you like to be used and humiliated too?"

Matthew's eyes opened in shock.

"You are shocked my pet?" I said. He almost purred at the familiar tone I took by calling him 'pet'.

"I...I do like men to use me..." He mumbled.

"You go out to those leather bars...what? Every night? You just wear those leather...um...chaps...and have your ass sticking out so that any man in the bar can use you. You like to have things your ass...it doesn't really matter what...cocks... dildo's... hands..." Matthew swallowed hard and nodded his head. "But you haven't found that one person that can satisfy your desires...that isn't afraid of your needs...because Matthew you are a needy man...your cock had never been properly satisfied..."

"How...d...do...you know?" He said. His voice was laced with fear.

"I travel so much that I have developed a sixth sense to people, especially men I am attracted to..." I gave him one of my million dollar smiles and knew he was putty in my hands.

"You want me?" He appeared hypnotized by my words.

"Of course I do my pet...the only problem is I like to take my time, sometimes even days. When I am taking care of a man I don't want to feel rushed. Unfortunately I am on a tight time frame this trip and wouldn't want to cheat either of us."

Matthew was practically salivating. His cock was hard and extended in his pants. I needed to make my move and get this part of my plan over with. "I like to be very dominating with the men I am with." I whispered to add more excitement.

Why was it so saying those words when I had absolutely no idea how to dominate anyone? I had seen enough movies and read up on the lifestyle but I had pretty much experienced vanilla sex with the few men I had been with. Abdullah and his biting habit was about the most pain I had ever endured and Al had fisted me once, something I thoroughly enjoyed. I enjoyed topping, especially Lawrence but more than that I loved the feeling of a hard cock, especially Lawrence's, sliding in and out of my ass.

All I needed was for the next little while I needed to be in total control so I could do what I needed to do to carry out a successful operation.

"I understand...Sir." He said nodding his head to me.

I looked at my watch and back to Matthew. "I have a meeting across town in an hour. I need to make a phone call to confirm the meeting will still take place. Will you excuse me for a moment?"

"Of course."

I left him in the kitchen and ran to the entrance way where I had left my briefcase. Opening it I grabbed the two micro cameras I had purchased in Columbus and quickly hid one on the fireplace that faced the front door and after a quick jog down the hallway to the Master Suite hid the other one facing Abdullah's bed. I rushed back to the kitchen to find Matthew was still sitting at the table. If I could have guessed he was probably trying to figure out how to extend our time together. 

I excused myself one last time and headed to the bathroom, entering the utility room. The canister I needed to place in the A/C unit was comfortably secreted in my jacket pocket. The canister held a non-lethal fast acting sleeping gas that when run through the A/C unit would calmly put anyone within the walls of the suite asleep for a minimum of forty-five minutes - more than enough time for me to get to Abdullah. It took me less than three minutes to install the canister, relieve myself and return to the kitchen.

"I am sorry...I must move to my next destination." I declared without sitting down again.

"What about tonight? Maybe we could see each other later." His eagerness was almost overwhelming. I was missing the contact of another human being but knew that the same thing that happened with Joel would happen with Matthew. I only wanted to be with Lawrence. 

"I have your card. If my meetings don't run too late I will call you." I said then added, "But please don't count on me. As I said I like to take my time and time is something I don't have a lot of this trip."

"I understand." He said sounding dejected.

On the way down in the elevator a thought I decided to plant a seed within Matthew. 




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"I told you I travel a lot and have spent a fair amount of time in Cairo. Prince Abdullah has hosted my company on a few occasion. He is a very gregarious gentleman that I secretly suspect enjoys that company of men on occasion."

Matthew looked up to me with stars in his eyes. He was just the type of man that would love to submit to a person like Abdullah and I had no doubt he would make a go of it.

~*~

I had accomplished what I set out to do. Now all I needed to do was wait for Abdullah to arrive. I headed back to the RV park to get some much needed sleep and go over my final plans for the next few days.



A Mole in the House Ch. 07



Sorry for the delay in getting the next Chapter but sometimes real life gets in the way. Hope you enjoy!

~*~*~*A King Goes Down...Part Two~*~*~*~

At noon the next day I hooked the laptop into my flat screen and turned it on testing my connections to the Royal Suite. The screen showed the three views I had chosen, the kitchen, living room and the master bedroom Lolly would be using. In addition to the cameras I had planted miniature listening devices throughout the space. The only thing I prayed was that Abdullah's team didn't sweep the place on arrival. I doubted the possibility since Abdullah pretty much shunned most modern technologies. Either way I still had my back up plan in place and didn't doubt for a minute that I was going to succeed in my goal. For some reason I was surprisingly relaxed considering the situation I was in. 

A few hours later a door shutting drew me from my daydreams of happy times with Lawrence. I sat up and looked at the monitor - Prince Abdullah had arrived.

Five people were standing in the living room looking around, Abdullah, his manservant Fazil, and two men I guessed were his security. It came as no surprise to me that the fifth man was Matthew Whitlock. 

"This will do." Abdullah said standing close to Matthew. I knew yesterday when I had planted the seed in Matthew's head about Abdullah that he was going to make a play for him. "You may show me around." It didn't surprise me that Abdullah spoke almost perfect English. Like me, Abdullah was a master of many languages. 

One of the security personnel took his position in the lobby while the other made his way around the suite. Fazil went to the bedroom to sort out his master's belongings. 

~*~ 

Matthew and Abdullah walked around the suite inspecting the rooms speaking at length about Atlanta, its history and if he had any spare time, things to do. Matthew of course offered to be Abdullah's personal guide during his stay. 

Abdullah wasn't a man that wasted time stalking willing prey. If he wanted someone and sensed they were amenable, he immediately got to the point. It took all six minutes before he had Matthew pinned against the wall in the butler's pantry pushing his hard body against Matthew's. Abdullah at six foot three towered over Matthew's five foot seven compact but handsome frame. I predicted correctly that Matthew was just the type of man Abdullah would be attracted to. 

"You like men, yes?" Abdullah stated. Matthew nodded barely able to contain his excitement. "And you are clean?" 

"Yes Sir, I get tested every three months and was just recently tested." Mathew appeared pleased.

"You want me?" Abdullah whispered. He was a breath away from Matthew and licked his tongue out flicking against his ear. Matthew nodded again relishing the sensual touch. "You will go to your boss and tell him I need you to help me with correspondence this afternoon. When you have done this you will join me in my room and be mine. If you satisfy me I will keep you for my visit. If you don't I will make sure that you will lose your job here."

Matthew wasn't the least bit worried about losing his job. He only saw this giant of man dominating him.

"Suck me now. Show me that you can satisfy my cock." Abdullah took a step back and open his thawb. Matthew didn't even hesitate to drop to his knees and take Abdullah thick hard cock into his mouth. 

"Yes, take all of me. Show me how you take a real man." Lolly moaned pushing his full length into Matthew's mouth. Matthew just looked up at Lolly, content that his mouth was full and he was making this gorgeous man moan. 

"I'm going to fuck your mouth now." He said a moment later grabbing Matthew by the ears and started pounding into his mouth. Matthew took everything in stride, sucking, licking and swallowing everything that Lolly gave him. When he shot his load and Matthew licked him clean he pulled the boy up and pressed him into the wall again.

"You CAN suck cock...that makes me very happy. I like to wake up every morning to a mouth on my cock - are you willing to do that?"

"Yes Sir." Matthew answered scared at first to look at Abdullah in the eye but finally managing the courage. 

Abdullah smiled and kissed Matthew, drawing his tongue into his mouth. "I love to taste my cum on another's tongue." Matthew was seeing stars.

~*~

Abdullah dismissed Matthew and joined Fazil in the bedroom. 

"I have found someone to fuck while I am here." He announced as he stripped himself of his thawb. Fazil smiled.

"He will serve your needs...but will he keep your secrets when you are gone?" Fazil was the pragmatist of the two of them.

"I have you and my security to deal with that. He is a nothing so when I am done with him he can be thrown in the trash" Abdullah hesitated a moment remembering the boy's hot mouth on his cock and added, "Who knows...maybe he will please me enough that I will want him for my stable - he does know how to suck cock...Bashir will want to retire one day and this boy could be a perfect replacement."

"I will speak with the boy when he returns." Fazil said. 

"Thank you Fazil." Abdullah lay down on the freshly made bed with Abdullah's bedding and pillows from home and watched Fazil finish unpacking his things. "Will you prepare my shower? I want to be ready when the boy returns."

"Of course my Lord." Fazil exited the room to the bathroom and silence blanketed the room.

Fazil waited in the bathroom for his master to finish his shower and helped him dry off then rubbed moisturizing lotion over his entire body making sure to massage the lotion to his cock and balls. At one time he was one of Abdullah's chosen ones, now he had to idly stand by and watch him fuck the younger more virile men. He wished he could drop to his knees and suck his master's cock like the boy had just done but Abdullah wanted no part of him sexually anymore. 

Back in the bedroom Abdullah grabbed his cell phone. He pushed two numbers and waited for the person on the other end to answer. "Have you found him yet?" He asked in Arabic. "Why is it so difficult to find one fucking person?...I know...I know he's trained not to be found if he doesn't want to be found. What about the young kid...Simonson? Have you found him yet? Do you think he's with Mitchell?" There was silence while Abdullah listened. "Fuck!" He yelled a moment later. "Why is it that everyone I want is disappearing? This is your last warning...you are going to find Aaron Mitchell or Garrett Simonson or you won't need to worry about anything else for a long long time. Do I make myself clear?" Abdullah clicked the phone off and appeared to be counting to ten to calm himself. 

It worried me that he was looking for Lawrence also. What did Lawrence have that Abdullah wanted? More importantly...why had he disappeared also?

I looked up to the monitor and watched Abdullah dial another number.

"Hello my friend...peace be with you with all of Allah's blessings." He said in perfect English calmly and reserved. "I am looking forward to seeing you on Thursday...yes it has been a long time...I'm calling because I need your assistance with something...yes I know it's difficult for you to help me but this should be an easy one for you...I need to find Aaron Mitchell...yes I know he's on everyone's watch list, but for our plan to work perfectly I need him here in Atlanta...I don't know...have your fucking NSA tap every phone line in American...I don't care I just need him...sooner rather than later..." I could tell that once again Abdullah was losing his temper. "Listen you are the leader of this fine country of yours...if you want to remain the commander and chief then you better find him!" He took a deep breath and calmed himself down, apologized for his rash outburst blaming it on too many hours of travel and quickly ended the conversation. 

"Fazil" he yelled. Fazil hurried into the room bowing immediately to Abdullah. "I need our man our last operative here taken care of. He has done nothing to solve our problem and we can't leave anyone behind that will lead back to me. I want him taken care of now."

'Yes my Lord." He said backing out of the room.

"Where are you Aaron Mitchell?" Abdullah muttered to himself. Standing he began pacing around the large suite. "How have you managed to elude me?" His cock was hard, was it because he was thinking about me? He looked across the room, right to where I had planted the camera and stared straight at it. Had he detected it? Turning he walked over to the bed and laid down again. His hand planted firmly on his cock. 

A light knocking on the door jarred his thoughts. He yelled out enter and a moment later Matthew Whitlock walked into the room

~*~

Prior to being shown to Prince Abdullah, Matthew was greeted at the door to the suite by Fazil, Prince Abdullah's manservant. He walked him to the balcony that overlooked Peachtree Street and the two of them stood outside watching traffic. Fazil, in an uncharacteristic sign of affection draped his arm around Matthew's shoulder. 

"My Prince is a very private man." He started the conversation with. "He hopes that you too will be private about anything that might transpire between the two of you."

"Of course" Matthew mumbled not sure if this was a request or a threat but a moment later he deepest fears were confirmed.

"It's a lovely view from up here...I wonder...has anyone ever fallen from this balcony?" 

The threat had arrived. 

Not wanting to let Fazil see him upset he readily answered that in the history of the hotel there had been no recorded suicides. Fazil simply smiled and showed him back into the suite. The message had been delivered and received.

Fazil announced Matthew's arrival and almost shyly he entered the lowly lit bedroom. The curtains had been drawn, the bed turned down and Prince Abdullah sat in the middle of the king size bed, surrounded by various size pillows, naked his cock standing straight up and hard.

"I'm glad you are here Matthew." He said in a low sexy come hither voice. Fazil retreated from the room closing the door softly behind him. 

"Thank you Sir." Matthew answered inching closer to the bed. In his hand he carried a bag he kept in his car which held some of his favorite things and a change of clothing if he were to spend the night, which he was hoping for. More than anything in his twenty-six year old life he wanted to please the man that was naked on the bed.

"Why don't you step in the bathroom and removed your clothes and hang them up. I like my men to always be naked when they are near me. I hope that doesn't bother you."

"No Sir...it doesn't..." He mumbled shyer than he had ever been in his life. 

"Good boy...than just relieve yourself of your clothes and join me...I am anxious to play with you."

"Y...ye...yes Sir." He mumbled and stepped into the dressing area and took his clothes off.

Back in the bedroom Abdullah waited patiently for Matthew to join him. His eyes were drawn to the bag he had left a few feet from the bed and wondered what secrets it held.

"Your bag. What is in it?" Abdullah asked when Matthew entered back to the room. He had walked over to the bed and had dropped to his knees raising Abdullah eyebrows. Could Abdullah have been any luckier to find a truly subservient man?

"It holds some things that maybe you might want to use...on me..."

"Use on you?" Other than whipping his men Abdullah had never used anything but his cock, hand or teeth on his men - this was a whole new world for him.

Matthew slowly unzipped the bag and began taking items out laying them out carefully on the floor. He started with matching double cuffs that attached to his ankles and wrist, three different types of nipple clamps, each more vicious than the other, latex gloves, a ball gag, a giant butt plug, lubricants, a ball press and last but not least a leather paddle that was a favorite of Matthews.

"You like these things?" Abdullah asked sitting up on the bed looking at the various items laid out on the floor.

"Yes Sir...I do..."

"You like pain?" As if on cue Matthew's cock sprang to life becoming rock hard.

"Yes Sir...I do..." He repeated. 

Abdullah couldn't believe his good fortune. Leaning over he picked up a set of nipple clamps and looked at them more closely. "I will be honest with you. I have never used any of these things. I know what the paddle is for and what the cuffs represent but that is all."

"Shall I show you?" Matthew asked eagerly.

"Please."

Matthew took the nipple clamps from Abdullah's hand and held them up to his chest indicating where they attached to. Abdullah smiled broadly and asked him to put them on. Matthew squeezed his right nipple and pulled it away from his chest. With his other hand he unscrewed the C-clamp vise and placed it over the nipple. Then he began screwing it tightly to his nipple, a perfect bead of precum crowned the head of his cock. Abdullah reached out and turned the screw again feeling how taut the nipple was within the clamp. Without even asking he took the other clamp from Matthew and pinched the left nipple tightly between his fingers before pulling it away from his chest, as Matthew had done, and locked it down in the clamp. When he was done he picked up the chain that connected the two clamps and tugged it roughly. Matthew let out a satisfying whimper and fell forward to Abdullah's feet. 

"Do you want to be mine?" Abdullah asked in a commanding voice.

"Yes Sir."

"From now on your will address me as 'My Lord and Savior'" Abdullah said pulling the chain again keeping the pressure up on Matthew's nipples.

'Yes My Lord and Savior." He answered placing kisses on the top of Abdullah's feet. Abdullah pressed his foot to Matthew mouth and without missing a beat he opened his mouth and sucked his toes deeply into his mouth. Abdullah's mouth gaped open at the first time sensual feeling of having his foot worshiped. 

"I want you on the bed on your hands and knees." He panted a moment later pulling his foot from his mouth. 

Scurrying to the bed Matthew assumed his position within seconds of his Lord and Savior's command. Abdullah moved from the bed and picked up the leather paddle striking it firmly against the palm of his hand...yes it would do just fine. Not as painful as the canes he preferred but he knew that with the correct amount of pressure and hitting the correct spot he would be able to inflict that amount of pain he desired. If not, he had several leather belts hanging in the closet that would be just as affective. 

"Now let's see if you really like pain or if you are just a little pussy-boy." Abdullah muttered raising the paddle and bringing it down across Matthew's ass. Matthew seemed to coo from the paddle taking blow after blow with moans of pleasure. Abdullah was at a loss for words as he continued with the spanking watching Matthew's ass get redder and hotter. He had never had anyone absorb that amount of pain without blubbering like a baby. He made it his ongoing goal to make the boy feel pain and at one point dropped the paddle and walked to the closet to get his belt. The first strike of the belt brought the much sought after reaction from Matthew. The second strike had him begging for more. Even when he brought the belt down across the tenderness of his Matthews thighs the boy simply stretched out more, to give Abdullah better access as he continued begging for more. Large red welts were beginning to form and still Matthew wanted more. Knowing that if he went any further he was going to draw blood Abdullah dropped the belt and grabbed the boy by his hair.

"So you can take the pain of a spanking...tomorrow we will get a set of canes and see how you handle that." 

"Thank you My Lord and Savior. I will take any punishment you deem to inflict on me."

Releasing his hair he had the boy assume the position again and told him to grab and spread his ass checks. "Your ass is well used." Abdullah said looking at Matthew's gaping asshole. Abdullah wasn't used to having men that were well used but it was appearing that everything about Matthew was turning into a first time experience for him.

"Yes My Lord and Savior...I am a slut and have been used by many men...for that I am sorry you were not the first." 

Abdullah grabbed a bottle of lubricant and let some drip down the crack of the boy's ass and watched it disappear into his hole. "Spread you ass wider for me." Abdullah commanded and watched the boy's hole gape open wider. Abdullah squirted some lubricant on his hand letting is cover his fingers and palm then pushed his hand firmly into Matthews ass. Never had he fisted an ass so easily.

Matthew's groans filled the room as Abdullah pushed more of his hand into his ass. As far as Matthew was concerned there was nothing finer on this earth then having a fist planted deep in his ass. Abdullah pulled his hand out, counted to three and shoved it back into him again. When he pulled it out again he told Matthew to roll over on his back and spread his legs as wide as he could.

Matthew's ass was still gaped open in the time it took him to lay on his back and Abdullah's hand found its way fully back deep into his ass. Matthew's cock was rock hard, his balls tight and drawn up. It was taking every ounce of strength not to shoot his load but he didn't know if that was allowed. 

"You are ready to shoot that submissive cock of yours, yes?" Abdullah commented seeing how ready the boy was.

"Y..ye..yes...My Lord and Savior." Matthew cried out trying to hold out.

"Yes...but not yet...I need to see if you can still take more pain." Abdullah smiled a devilish grin and pushed his hand deeper inside of Matthew. "Spread your legs more." Matthew complied grabbing his legs and pulling them widely open as he could. "Yes...that is good..." Abdullah looked down at the boys cock. It truly was perfectly sized, not too large and not too thick, just right. With his free hand he reached out and slapped it firmly across the shaft. Matthew let out a painful scream letting Abdullah know he had finally his weakness. He slapped the cock again causing Matthew to cry out again and tighten his ass around Abdullah's hand. 

"I am going to slap your cock five times...on the fifth slap you will cum. If you don't cum you will not be allowed to cum for the rest of the week...do you understand?"

"Y..ye...yes...My Lord and Savior..." Matthew's teeth were chattering from the shock of the slaps but that was quickly forgotten when he felt Abdullah hand slap across his shaft again. "One" Matthew yelled out to keep from screaming, this was a new...and exciting...pain for him and knew that the moment they got to five he was going to shoot the best load of his life. Again the hand down across him and Matthew yelled "Two" praying he would get to five quickly. 

"Three" He yelled out at the hardest slap yet, tears instantly came to his eyes. 

"Four" He cried when Abdullah slapped him hard across the head of his cock.

The last slap was the loudest and most brutal and Matthew let the breath go from his body as he let the load of cum he had been holding shoot from his cock. Abdullah watched as jet after jet of hot cum spread from his rock hard cock shooting straight up in the air and coming down landing across his chest. When Matthew's orgasm ceased Abdullah slowly pulled his hand from the boys ass and took advantage of it being gaped open to shoved his cock deep into him.

Abdullah knew that he wouldn't last too long and leaned into Matthew burying his mouth into his neck until he found the exact spot he sought and bit down sucking the lose skin into his mouth. Matthew found himself bucking his hips against Abdullah. The pain from the biting was driving him to another orgasm. 

"Oh please more..." Matthew cried out. Abdullah complied tasting the first vestiges of blood as he continued sucking Matthew's neck. 




A Mole in the House Ch. 07



Abdullah's orgasm came on so quickly he was shocked when he found himself suddenly fucking the boy harder and felt himself swell and shoot his load. Matthew clenched his ass down against Abdullah's cock taking his sweet nectar as he released another torrential orgasm shooting across both this and Abdullah's chest. 

"You are now mine." Abdullah declared raising his head licking the traces of Matthew's blood off his lips. "No one will ever touch you but me again." Abdullah pulled his cock from Matthew's ass watching his cum drip slowly out of him. 

"I am yours to do with as you please My Lord and Savior." Matthew whispered slipping from the bed to his knees before Abdullah.

"You will come back to Cairo with me and join my stable of men?" It sounded like a question but Abdullah meant it to be a statement.

"Of course...My Lord and Savior I will go anywhere you want me to go and serve you as long as you will have me."

"Good!" Abdullah exclaimed. "Tomorrow we will go shopping and buy more toys and you will introduce me to all these kinky little things."

~*~

Abdullah was lying on the bed Matthews and on his knees at his feet alternating between licking and sucking his toes and rubbing them gently. "Tell me something dirty you have done while I rest." Abdullah muttered relishing Matthew's touch.

"Hmmm...One time I had two cocks in my ass at once..." Matthew said, there was a touch of pride that his extensive sex life was interesting to his Lord and Savior.

"Two? I had seen pictures of this but have never imagined it to be possible." He thought back to his three ways with Ivan/Aaron. As much as he had hoped that he and Al could sandwich Ivan in the middle it never happened, mainly because Al wasn't interested. So they settled for either Al or himself fucking the other with Ivan fucking their ass. Both of them were addicted to feeling Ivan's cock in their ass. Abdullah allowed his eyes to scan over to Matthew whose cock was hard again...or still. He was grateful the boy didn't have a cock he desired. "What else?"

While Matthew thought he moved up Abdullah's legs and positioned himself at the apex of his thighs. 

"I belong to a group of men that are HIV negative and we only fuck unprotected amongst ourselves. Sometimes on the weekend I would be the only bottom and they would lay me out in the living room, restrained to a spanking bench or table and they would use me all weekend constantly filling my ass with their cum."

Abdullah felt his cock twitch at the same moment Matthew's tongue flicked out and began licking his balls. Wondering for a brief moment if he should be angry that he hadn't given his permission to pleasure him he let the thought go as he spread his legs and gave access him ready access to any part of his body the boy might want to play with. 

Matthew didn't dwell long on Abdullah's balls, the moment he spread his legs wider he buried his face in the crack of his ass and began slowly licking Abdullah's hole. The moment his tongue connected, Abdullah let out a loud groan and pushed his ass deeper against Matthew's face.

"Yes...dirty boy...lick me there..." Abdullah cried out. Starting with the just tip of his tongue Matthew licked around the hole waiting patiently for it to open to his hungry mouth. The moment he felt Abdullah relax he pushed more of his tongue into him until he was licking his anal ring silently begging to pass. Abdullah was panting, these new sensations this man was making him feel were so unique he didn't know how to react. No one had ever shoved their tongue up his chute before and as dirty and is seemed he only wanted more. 

A moment later he felt both Matthew's finger and tongue licking the walls of his ass. Abdullah's cock went from spent to hard and dripping precum in a blink of an eye. "More," Abdullah groaned in a voice Matthew barely recognized. Matthew slipped his one finger out replacing it moments later with two fingers and was immediately rewarded with a deep moan as Abdullah's ass wrapped around the boy's fingers. Matthew didn't want to cross any lines but was taking his cues from Abdullah's sensual moans. He stroked his fingers slowly in and out taking liberties to go deeper each time he stroked back in again, his mouth and tongue continued licking and keeping his fingers lubricated. 

"Oh please...I need to fuck you...come sit on my cock." Abdullah sounded desperate. Matthew pulled his fingers out and kissed Abdullah's ass one last time and moved up the bed until he hovered over Abdullah's cock. "Go slowly...I want you to feel every inch of me going into you." 

Feet flat on the bed Matthew lowered himself down onto Abdullah's long thick shaft. He took each inch slowly savoring the feeling of being filled. When he was fully impaled he held himself still and clenched his anal muscles massaging the cock that was buried in him. 

"Ride me, fuck my cock." Abdullah said pulling the chain on the nipple clamps. "The more you please me the more I'll pull..." Abdullah knew how to treat this boy. If he wanted pain then he would have to earn it. 

Matthew pulled back against the nipple clamps watching his nipples pull unnaturally from his chest. The more tension Abdullah created the harder he bucked his hips and rode Abdullah's cock. 

"Yes slut...ride my cock..." Abdullah yelled yanking the chain harder. Matthew simply smiled and pushed on harder. Abdullah dropped one hand and grabbed Matthew's balls squeezing them hard in his fist. Matthew let out a loud gagging sound, clenched his ass tighter and started rapid, bouncing movements driving Abdullah to squeeze his ball tighter, pull the chain more and shove his cock deeper into the boy. "Of fuck!" he screamed a minute later shooting a thick load of cum into Matthew.

Silence blanketed the room. Abdullah laid on the bed his eyes shut, Matthew was still sitting on him. For the first time in as long as he can remember Matthew's body was wracked with a delirious pain that was filling him with so much joy he had to fight the tears he had been holding at bay.

He moved slightly and Abdullah's flaccid cock slipped from his ass. Matthew could feel the thick load dripping out of his ass and let it ooze onto Abdullah cock. Moving away from Abdullah he brought his mouth down and licked every drop and cum and Abdullah's cock clean. Abdullah just lay staring at this wonderful treat that had fallen into his life.

"We need to eat and fuel our bodies...I have one or two more loads left in me for tonight." Abdullah smiled and cupped Matthew's chin in his hand. "You will eat with me and experience a true Egyptian meal."

"Yes...My Lord and Savior..." Matthew bowed his head, closing his eyes relishing the good fortune that had come his way.

~*~

I was fighting a raging hard on from the sex that had unfolded in front of me over the past two hours. Lawrence was invading every synapse of my being. I wanted him so badly my body was hurting. It wasn't just the sex, although the sex was fantastic, it was the way he touched me and held me and made me feel safe and whole but mainly made me feel wanted. I silently prayed that this whole mess would be over in the next few days and that Lawrence would still want me after everything that had transpired. 

I picked up the laptop unplugging it from the monitor and headed to the bedroom. After I plugged it back into to the flat panel I crawled into bed to watch round two of Abdullah and Matthew.

Tomorrow was a pivotal day for me. I had already figured that Abdullah would venture out in the morning to do his shopping. I knew that Abdullah kept his dietary habits strictly Halal - according to Islamic doctrines - and preferred to not to eat outside of the residence he was occupying. Knowing he was a creature of habit I knew that he would return to the suite for lunch, his big meal of the day. After he ate he always prayed, had sex and rested. He normally rose from his nap around four in the afternoon, which was when I planned on arriving at the hotel. 

I wanted my plan to be executed in the safest and most humane way possible. I didn't want to get hurt and I didn't want to hurt anyone. Considering my line of work and all the years I was in the Navy I have never killed anyone. Al was the first asset I ever lost in the line of duty. It wasn't that I was opposed to killing someone - if it was warranted. I just didn't want to do it. I especially didn't want to kill Abdullah. I needed him to one; let me in on his plans for the conference and two; stand up and admit that he was the one that killed Al and that I was being framed. I knew that the second part was going to harder than the first part. 

~*~

The Master/submissive stance between the two men was more relaxed after they returned to the bedroom from eating. Abdullah liked the sex they had earlier, but now he wanted to play without the constraints of him having to dominate Matthew. 

"My friends call me Lolly...you may call me Lolly when I say you can, all other times you will address me formally." Matthew nodded his agreement and smiled. He was more relaxed now and was open to showing his new friend Lolly some more of the toys he brought with him.

"Are your nipples sore from the clamps?" Lolly asked twisting his nipples gently. Matthew winced slightly and told him that they were a little sore but the pain was bearable. "I would like to use my mouth on your nipples tonight...but sometimes I can be rough."

"I would like that very much. You know I enjoy the pain." Matthew tilted his head letting Lolly see the huge mark he had left on his neck. The bruise was bigger than a fifty cent piece and was a dark black and blue with Lolly's teeth marks circling the bruised area. 

"I love how white men bruise so easily. By tomorrow I will have marked you more. I like my men to carry my marks." There was a brief pause before Lolly told him that when they returned to Cairo he would be tattooed with the Royal seal and would become Abdullah's permanent property. The thought of bearing Lolly's tattoo excited Matthew whose cock instantly went hard. 

"Tell me more about yourself." Lolly said, his voice wasn't commanding but was firm enough that Matthew knew he had to speak openly and honestly.

"I was just out of high school in my first year of college when I met the man that was to be my first Master. I was in school on an academic scholarship but didn't have money for anything else. I took a job for a rich man that provided me room and board in exchange for keeping his house in order. Within six months he became my Master. He taught me one of the most valuable lessons I could ever learn and that was to always have an open mind and never say no to trying anything."

"He was a smart man. Why are you no longer with him?"

"He passed soon as after I graduated college. He left me a small stipend that allowed me to move to Atlanta and buy my house. I haven't had a Master since him...well until now."

"Yes, you are going to be mine and I look forward to it. But maybe you misunderstood my question, what do you enjoy?"

"Well you know that I like pain...and..." Matthew stopped and thought, there truly wasn't too much he didn't like but he needed to be communicative to Abdullah, "I do enjoy golden play, I like to drink piss and love to be pissed in the ass."

Abdullah's eyes opened widely. He had often dreamed of doing this and one time he took one of his men into the shower and pissed on him but had never had anyone open to more intensive play. 

"Today I found out that I like my cock slapped..." Matthew continued, "and as you found out I do like to feel pain against my balls. I made myself that ball press and like to see how much pain I can take from that. I also found out from you today that I like to be bitten and hope that you will bite me as much as you like."

"Have you ever felt the regime of caning across your ass and thighs?"

"No my Lord..." Matthew looked at him with hope in his eyes that soon he would.

Lolly smiled and grabbed Matthew hugging him to him. "I will make sure that I tender you the amount of pain you require and will bite you every day. You are an enigma for me...most of the men I possess are dealt pain as punishment...when you misbehave I will have to withhold punishments from you to teach you a lesson. As for me I already told you that I like to have my cock sucked first thing in the morning. I am a very virile man and can cum many times in a day. I expect that you will offer me your ass or your mouth whenever I desire." Lolly lifted Matthew's head by his chin and looked into his eyes. "Sometimes I like to be romantic and hope that you don't mind that I will kiss you and make gentle love to you."

"I would like that very much Lolly." Matthew said looking at this man knowing that he would never find anyone like him again.

~*~

An hour later Abdullah was lying on the bed sleeping soundly. Matthew rose from the bed and stretched, wincing again from the pain of another bite, this one on his armpit - one of the most sensitive areas of the body. He rubbed that spot and smiled as he looked into the full length mirror. The bite mark on his neck matched the one under his arm but was nothing compared to the mark on his inner thigh. The raw bite which drew blood was almost twice the size and more black than blue. The moment Matthew touched the mark his cock stirred remembering the exquisite pain that went into making the mark. He had shot his biggest and thickest load the moment Abdullah's mouth clamped down on his thigh. 

Turning back to the bed he looked at Abdullah. Could it be possible to fall in love with someone so quickly? He knew in his heart that no one would ever be able to equal this god of a man. He truly was his Lord and Savior and would always say those words with unequivocal reverence. 

Silently he walked into the bathroom and took care of his more pressing needs. When he returned to the bedroom he knelt by the bed, laced his hands behind his neck and bowed his head. He would hold this position until his Lord and Savior woke and desired him again. 

~*~

It was just after nine in the evening, I had been watching Matthew kneeling for close to thirty minutes without moving. I knew that Abdullah would rise again, at the minimum to pray but I suspected that as soon as he saw his new little toy kneeling waiting on him he would have that familiar stirring in his loins and take the boy again. 

Having watched Abdullah and Matthew go at it for nearly five hours I could see that Abdullah had met his match with Matthew. He was the perfect partner for Abdullah and I hoped that if we all got through the next few days unscathed they would be very happy together. 

Fazil entered the room to call Abdullah to prayer. Abdullah rolled over in the bed and looked at Matthew on his knees and smiled. "Fazil, this man is my destiny." He sighed, sitting up in bed looking at his lovely little slut.

"Shall I get your basin for cleansing?" Fazil refused to show any emotion when it came to his master's lovers. For years he had gone through the variety of men, each better than the next. His stable consisted of young looking men, mostly Asians with slight builds but when they travelled, which was often, he always sought out the more exotic type of man. In Africa he loved the dark skin, well hung tribal looking men. In Europe he enjoyed an opposite spectrum - the fair skinned, blonde hair blue eyed male. He didn't care about any of their cock sizes since everything in his life was all about his pleasure and no one else's. 

Fazil knew that this little submissive slut that was on his knees waiting to be fucked again would be like all the others, simply a passing fancy. One day, like all of the men in his stable - himself included - he would be turned out for men like himself and the guards to use as they seemed fit. 

"No...Matthew will take care of it for me. I will join you in a few moments."

There was a momentary look of disappointment on Fazil's face but without missing a beat he bowed and backed out of the room. When he was gone from the room he instructed Matthew how to fill the basin with water from the container by the basin. The river water in the container had been brought from home and was only used in preparation of morning and evening prayer. Next to the basin were special towels to be used only for this washing process. Abdullah told him to bring another towel from the shower room as well.

Matthew rose and like Fazil, back out of the room to the bathroom and prepared the basin as Abdullah had instructed. Minutes later he return with the basin and held it up for Abdullah.

"Before I wash I must relieve myself." He said looking down at his obeisant boy. "Place the towel under your chin." His voice was soft but commanding.

Matthew merely opened his mouth and readied himself. Abdullah took a half step closer and pushed his cock towards the boy's mouth and stood for a moment until he felt a surge of piss shoot from cock into Matthew's mouth. Matthew tilted his head upwards slightly and began swallowing taking every drop of piss Abdullah gave him. When he was done he pulled his cock from Matthew's mouth. He felt the twinges of a hard on brewing but it was time for prayer and he needed to restrain himself.

"I enjoyed that...a lot..." He murmured. "More than I suspected I would and now I look forward to doing that more and more." He walked across the room and slipped on his thawb and returned to Matthew.

I watched as Matthew held the basin while Abdullah said the prayer for washing. "Our beloved Islamic prophet Muhammad said that 'Cleanliness is half of our faith'. The Qur'an says "For Allah loves those who turn to Him constantly and He loves those who keep themselves pure and clean." Matthew watched with fascination the ritual and remained silent as Abdullah said his prayers during every part of the act of cleansing.

"I will return to you in a little while my little slut." He patted Matthews head and walked out of the room. Matthew licked his lips, turned to face the bed and resumed his submissive stance.

In the living room Fazil and the two guards stood by their prayer mats waiting on Abdullah. When he entered the room they bowed to him and held the bow until he took his position on a mat laid out for him that was in front of the other mats. In unison the men started their prayers.

I chose to get up and get a beer while they prayed for absolution. Smirking I knew that given the life Abdullah led there weren't enough prayers that would grant him the absolution he so avidly sought.

~*~

Abdullah woke early the next morning to a warm mouth surrounding his cock. He opened his eyes and saw his little slut leaning over him doing exactly what he had instructed him to do. Closing his eyes he concentrated on this talented mouth that was sucking him. For so many years he had been under the mistaken impression that only Bashir could deliver a perfect blow job. In one short day this little man whose magical mouth was taking him places he had never been before had proved how wrong he had been. He would never need another man as long as Matthew was at his side - even the man he had been pining for all these months - Aaron Mitchell.

"After my prayers and we eat...and of course I fuck you again, you will take me around Atlanta." Abdullah announced. Matthew was licking his lips savoring the sweet taste of the wet load his Lord and Savior had just given him. "Please prepare my basin as you did last night. I will relieve myself when you return from the bathroom. I thoroughly enjoy using your mouth as my own private urinal."

Matthew smiled and retreated from the bed, bowed to Abdullah and backed into the bathroom. 

I was lying in bed watching Abdullah relieving himself in Matthew's mouth again. The thought of drinking urine was personally unappealing to me but for some reason watching Abdullah holding his cock and shooting a steady flow of urine into Matthew's mouth made my cock rock hard. 




A Mole in the House Ch. 07



~*~

I waited until Abdullah and his ward left for their shopping trip to call the suite. I didn't want Abdullah taking the call. He was too fastidious about details. There was too much of a chance that he would see through my cover story about being from the Secret Service protocol detail. 

"Mr. Steely will review the protocols that need to be followed when meeting the President. In addition he will require feedback from the Prince if there are protocols the President needs to follow." I said taking on the persona of Mr. Steely's supervisor announcing his arrival. I was speaking with a slight southern tinged accent with strong African American overtones. I was the master of dialects - something that always worked to my advantage. "We are aware that the President and Prince Abdullah know each other personally but to date they have never been in public together or shared a podium. Mr. Steely will walk Prince Abdullah through what will be expected of him."

Fazil didn't seem the least bit phased by the phone call but then again Fazil was a very unemotional man that had a 'don't give a shit' attitude when it came to anything or anyone. It went without saying that as soon as Abdullah returned to the suite and was informed of Mr. Steely's impending visit I could see just how bothered he was about someone telling him that he had to follow someone else's rules. Abdullah questioned Fazil at length about the phone call. Abdullah ranted about someone interrupting his day as Matthew walked quite gingerly past the two men and headed silently to the bedroom. I suspected they must have tried out some of the new items they had purchased. 

"Tell me again about the phone call." Abdullah demanded. His temper was in check but he appeared somewhat irritated at Fazil lackadaisical manner as he answered him in a calm monotone voice. While Fazil droned on Abdullah pulled his cell phone and dialed a number.

"Someone from the Secret Service called here a few hours ago saying a protocol officer would be arriving here this afternoon." He said without even saying hello. "I see...yes...I understand its standard procedure. What I don't understand is why you didn't tell me he was going to call...do you know who this guy that is coming here? No...I understand you can't know everyone...okay...I will play your little protocol game...but if I'm letting you know now that if I have to kiss your ring you'll have to kiss my ass..." He burst out laughing and said his good-byes and handed his cell phone to Fazil. 

"Is lunch ready?" Abdullah asked changing the subject abruptly. Fazil nodded it was. "Let's pray and eat...I need some alone time before this Mr. Steely disturbs my afternoon.

"Yes my lord." Fazil said bowing.

~*~

In the bathroom I began my application of my latest disguise. I applied latex to my nose, chin and forehead changing the shape and structure of my face. With contacts lenses I went from brown eyes to green eyes and added a pair of glasses. My normally dark, almost black hair was colored a lighter brown with flecks of gray hair added to age myself somewhat. 

I looked in the mirror and although I knew it was me, I just didn't recognize the person that was staring back at me. I donned my brand new navy blue conservative suit with a crisp white shirt and a striped tie. The black laced up oxfords were fitted with lifts that took my height from six foot three to six foot five. In my ear I inserted an earwig to give the illusion that I was indeed a Secret Service agent in constant touch with my brethren. 

It took close to forty five minutes to get to the hotel where I self parked the newly rented sedan one level down from the roof top self parking area. It was four-fifteen when I picked up the cell phone and dialed the next number on my list of emergency numbers. The phone was answered on the second ring.

I began speaking immediately not bothering with pleasantries.

"I am going to have a special package pick up at six thirty this evening at the Buckhead Ritz Carlton parking garage level four. The package will be in a white Buick Regal Georgia license tag 343-SKV." I said without bothering to say hello. "It is crucial that this be a personal pickup...with someone you trust explicitly. Once the package it picked up you will need Lawrence to sort through the information. The package might be tagged so cautions need to be taken. Under no circumstances is Lawrence allowed to make the pickup...this is too dangerous for him...I found out recently that he's on our friend's watch list too...and our friend has some very powerful allies here." I was careful not to mention any key words that NSA surveillance could pick up. 

"We are in Atlanta at a friend's house about ten minutes from Buckhead. I will personally make the pickup and get the package to Lawrence. Do you need assistance?" The old man's voice was touched with concern.

"No...I don't want to involve anyone yet. It is imperative that whatever information you can derive from the package be retrieved as quickly as possible."

"I understand completely. Be safe. Our thoughts and prayers are with you." The phone went dead. I disassembled the phone throwing it in various trash cans as I made my way to the hotel.

Lawrence and the old man were in Atlanta...so close and yet so far away. 

~*~

I announced myself to the clerk at the front desk and waited while one of Abdullah's guards came down to the Lobby to escort me to the private elevator. The guard only nodded at me letting me know silently that he had no patience for American government officials.

"Y'all speak English?" I asked with a strong deep southern accent. Anyone listening to me would figure I was from the Louisiana area with a twinge of Cajun added to the accent.

"Yes." The guard answered curtly.

"I hate to ask...but I had some bad food on the plane coming here and I am in desperate need of a bathroom." I was pacing around the elevator bending over at the waist like I was being attacked with cramps. "This is so embarrassing."

His attitude softened, perhaps because the stigma of the rigid 'G-Man' had disappeared and the man that was standing in front of him was human and in need. "It is quite all right Mr. Steely." The elevator reached the targeted floor and I exited the minute the doors open. I left my bag and briefcase in the entryway and followed the guard as he rushed me to the bathroom. 

In the bathroom I nosily sat on the toilet and started grunting and groaning letting anyone on the other side of the door hear that I was indeed sick. I pulled out the remote and small gas mask I had stowed in my underwear and immediately pressed the release button. Now all I needed to do was stall for three minutes to let the gas take effect.

On the other side of the door I could hear the guard talking to someone in Arabic. They were laughing at the sounds, the moans and groans and other non-pleasant sounds coming from my side of the door. My eyes were trained on my watch and two minutes and thirty seconds later I heard two thumps come from the other side of the door. Pushing my ear to the door I listened for any sounds but didn't hear anything. 

I pulled out my gun and slowly cracked the bathroom door. On the floor were the two guards out cold. The gas would keep them out for forty-five minutes to an hour but I needed them out longer so I took out prefilled needles and injected them each with a strong sleeping agent that would keep them out cold for four to six hours. Moving back into the living room I found Fazil out cold on the sofa and gave him a shot also.

Five minutes had passed.

I took a deep breath and made my way back to the master suite. I opened the door slowly and looked in. Matthew was out cold lying on top of Abdullah. It was quite obvious that he had been riding Abdullah's cock when the gas knocked them out. I walked over to the bed and pushed Matthew off and was shocked to see the extent of sadism Abdullah had inflicted on the boy.

Seeing his body on camera wasn't anything like seeing him up close. On the front of his body I counted seven severe bite marks that were various stages of black and blue. I turned him over to see this ass and thighs had bright red welts, apparently from Abdullah's newest toy - his canes. I just shook my head in disbelief that someone...anyone...would allow another person to do this to them. 

I injected Matthew to keep him asleep and moved on to Abdullah.

In such a short period of time I had come to loath this man that I had once desired so much. The weirdest part was that the deep seated hatred I felt for him didn't revolve around what he had done to me - that only made me angry. No, my hatred revolved around what he did to Al and the animalistic behavior he had displayed over the past two days with Matthew and that he held no remorse for his actions. 

I grabbed Abdullah by the arm and sat him up. From the small suitcase I had brought with me I pulled out a specially designed vest. The form fitting vest with its closures in the back had dozens of remote controlled mini-ejectors that were dipped in curare. One press of the small remote I held and Abdullah would be paralyzed and die a long slow painful death. 

Fifteen minutes had lapsed. 

I laid Abdullah back down again and picked Matthew up fireman style and carried him out of the bedroom. Over the next twenty minutes I concentrated on securing Fazil, the two guards and Matthew. Using a combination of rope and duck tape I tape them back to back after placing them in the empty pantry in the kitchen. They wouldn't wake for hours and it would take another few hours for them to get themselves freed. 

I returned to Abdullah and located his briefcase that held his laptop and personal papers. He hadn't touched the briefcase since his arrival in Atlanta. The case fit comfortably in my lead lined oversize briefcase I had brought with me. If there was a tracking device in the Abdullah case they wouldn't be able to track it as long as it was in my briefcase. I knew that Lawrence would take added security measures to secure the data before anyone could track it.

Forty minutes had lapsed. 

In my small suitcase I took out a casual pair of pants, sweater, shoes and socks and began the arduous task of dressing the dead weight of the sleeping Abdullah. Abdullah might not have outwardly showed signs that he was security conscious but I knew all of his clothing and shoes, socks and underwear all held tracking devices. 

Thirty five minutes later I had a still sleeping Abdullah sitting up in the living room. I grabbed a bottle of water from the refrigerator and sat in a chair across from him waiting for him to wake up. 

I didn't have to wait too long, less than fifteen minutes later Abdullah opened his eyes and looked at me. There was a shocked expression on his face that he was now dressed and sitting staring at Dan Steely, Secret Service Protocol Liaison.

"Hello Lolly," I said smiling. Abdullah's express went from shocked to something else. At first I thought he was relieved but then I realized that he was thinking he had me right where he wanted me.

"Please don't move while we talk for a few moments." I continued. "Before you say anything or do anything I want you to know that your life hangs in the balance. Underneath your sweater you have a vest on. If I push this button," I held up the remote control, "your life will come to a very painful end."

"You can't do or say anything to scare me." He said smugly. "Allah will always protect me." He looked around looking for his entourage. "Where is Matthew?"

"He is safe...and if you do everything I tell you the two of you will be together again." I stood and held my hand out to him. "Now we are going to walk out of here together. You will smile and act normally. If at any time you give me any indication that you are going to yell out or run I promise you...I WILL press the button."

"I'd rather not go anyplace if you don't mind." He was so fucking cocky I just wanted to slap him.

"Lolly...you are not in control of this situation. You will come with me...now." I grabbed his hand and pulled him up. "Don't fuck with me...I'm not in the mood to put up with any of your shit."

Lolly was stunned by the tone of voice I was taking with him. It had finally dawned on him that he was no longer in control. He stood and started walking to the door.

"You know Aaron your being here was part of my plan all along." He tried to sound confident but I could see he was beginning to break down.

"Yes...but now it's on my terms."

I picked up my briefcase and the elevator key I had lifted from the guard and we walked out of the suite. It was a quick ride down to the lobby, where I warned Abdullah one more time not to try anything. Once we reached the lobby we walked casually towards the parking deck elevators. I engaged him in light conversation so that when his security reviewed the tapes of us walking to the lobby they would see that Abdullah was quite relaxed and if anyone was able to read out lips they would be able to interpret a conversation about the humidity in Atlanta and the upcoming conference the next day.

We exited the garage and I drove around the area, taking side streets and circling around several times before I pulled into the Ritz Carlton which was four miles from the hotel he had been staying at. I drove the car to the spot I had told the old man I would leave it and exited the car. Two cars down was a second vehicle I had purchased the day before - an older model windowless van. 

I had left the briefcase in the first car for the old man to pick up.

In the van I removed the latex and contact lenses and donned a baseball cap to cover my dyed hair. I headed north on the interstate and drove around until I was sure we weren't being followed and picked up the I-285 back towards the RV park. 

"You live here?" He asked when we were inside the RV. His voice was filled with disdain.

"I have been. I didn't really have much choice in the matter. Someone made it impossible for me to move about openly."

Lolly ignored my comment and moved into the main living space. "It's not so bad. You appear to have all the comforts of home...it's just so...small..." He sat down and looked at me. "So Aaron...now that you have me here what is the plan." He had regain his composure and had donned a sarcastic attitude.

"I want to know what you are planning, why you felt it necessary to kill Al and why you've set me up to take the fall for his death."

"That's a tall order my friend. Why should I tell you anything?"

"Maybe because I hold your life in my hands?" I shrugged and gave him an assured look.

"I told you back at the suite that I am not bothered by your threats. Allah will either protect me or hug me to his bosom. It is not your choice or mine. If he wants me to live and succeed than I will. If he deems my time on this earth is over then so be it."

I wanted to go into a diatribe about how he bends his religion to suit his own needs but I knew it would fall onto deaf ears. I decided that best thing I could do was to move on. Walking over to the fridge I pulled out a bottle of water for Lolly and a beer for myself. His eyes opened wide when he saw I was going to imbed alcohol in front of him.

"What?" I said looking at him. "You can kill a man that was like a brother to you yet I, who am not Muslim, can't drink a beer? You are in need of a serious reality check Lolly."

"You will not address me that." He said firmly trying to take back some type of control.

"Fuck you!" I yelled shocking him for the first time. 

Lolly stood like he was going to leave until he realized he had no place to go and sat down again. For a brief second I think I saw that he was at a loss for what to do. It was at the moment that I decided to take advantage of his vulnerability.

'Why did you kill Al?" I asked. My question was filled with emotion and for the first time since Al had died I realized that even though I didn't love him he was had become a part of my life and somehow I felt if knowing why he died it would bring some closure to me.

"Do you want to know the truth?" He looked at me dead pan serious. I nodded that I did. "His beliefs were gaining popularity among his people. He believed that he could be an observant, even a devote Muslim AND accept Western ways. No matter how much I told him you can't mix the two he was firm in his beliefs. The only way we can be unified under Islam is to adhere to how Allah dictates we need to govern our lives."

"So you killed him? Is that how your precious Allah would have handled it?"

"You are not part of who we are and therefore cannot understand that sometimes people have to die for the greater good."

"Like the six men you killed in Washington last week? What did they do to deserve dying?"

Lolly was silent. I couldn't tell if he was searching for the words to explain why he had them killed or if he just refused to talk about it. His eyes wondered around the room - anywhere but on me who was staring him down waiting for him to answer me.

"They knew all along that their dedication to Allah could mean being called his bosom. Just like you my friend, everyday that you work for your precious government you are putting your life on the line knowing that possibly one day you might lose it."

"They biggest difference being that the man I report to would never give an order to kill me. He would do anything and everything in his power to try to protect me."

Lolly shrugged like it wasn't a big a deal. "There is no shame in dying." He said. 

"Then you wouldn't mind if I pressed the button and sit here and watch you die?"

"If that would make you happy, then so be it. But to tell you the truth I would rather strip my clothes off and fuck that fantastic ass of yours instead...or even better I haven't had a cock in my ass since yours, why don't you fuck me instead of killing me?" His hand moved down to his crotch and I could see he had a hard on. A wave of revulsion passed through my body that even in the shadow of death this man could only think of fucking.

"I'll pass." I said smiling. A silence fell over the room as Lolly waited for me to speak again. "Just what are you planning Lolly? Why did you come here to the United States?"

"What I am planning has nothing...and yet everything to do with you but my ultimate goal is to lead my people to unity."

"Lead your people? What are you some modern day Moses...er...Mohammed?"

"It has been predicted that one day a great Prophet will be unveiled and he shall lead his people to Mecca." 

"And that is you?" I asked my voice raising at least two octaves from the shock of his statement.

"I will become my people's King. I will rule my people and unify them and once we are unified we will open our arms to the rest of the heathens of the world and convert them to the teachings of Islam."

I looked at him incredulously. From deep within me, and quite involuntarily, laughter bubbled up inside of me and I did nothing to stop it. The man had gone completely mad.

"You will stop that this moment!" He commanded. 

"Yeah sure...whatever you say your highness..." I continued laughing as I got up and got another beer. "You are out of your fucking mind if you think whatever plan you might have will ever come to fruition."

"I will succeed in my plan...My only regret is that you won't be around to see me crowned and the ultimate outcome."

"Oh? And why is that?"

"Because for my plan to succeed you will have to die" Lolly looked at me deadpan serious. My response back to him? I burst out laughing again. This man, which I once thought I admired and respected was certifiable - and suddenly it worried me. Sometimes it takes a crazy mind to carry out something like Lolly was planning. My laughter died away and for the briefest moment Lolly saw the vulnerability within me.




A Mole in the House Ch. 07



~*~

After a near sleepless night and a morning filled with the same frustrations I had the evening before of trying to get Lolly to tell me his plan I put him in the back of the van and drove to the northwest part of the city, to Cobb County to make my last phone call. The old man answered on the first ring like he had been sitting by the phone waiting for me.

"Was Lawrence able to decipher any of the stuff?" I asked, again the formality of extending a pleasant greeting alluded me.

"He was...and it's not good. Abdullah is one sick man..."

"Tell me about it...there is an RV park in Stone Mountain, it's pretty upscale. I have an RV parked there..." I went on to give him the license tag and let him know that in the safe in the bedroom was data evidence of Lolly's admission to killing Al and the six men in Washington. "...the only problem is that I couldn't get him to reveal his plans for the conference."

"Well we found his manifesto - his ultimate plan of crowning himself King of his people and we found evidence that there is going to be a bombing in Atlanta...we've notified the Secret Service but they don't seem too concerned. The say the auditorium where the President is going to speak has been locked down for two days straight and checked hourly with bomb sniffing dogs and they haven't uncovered anything. They also claim that security is very tight."

"If Abdullah says there is going to be a bomb...then there is going to be a bomb...and I think his target is the President." I was convinced more than ever that was his ultimate goal. "Like most people in his life he is expendable if it assists his cause. He's told me that he plans on laying the blame for whatever happens today on me and that I am supposed to die."

There was a long pause while the old man digested what I said. "What are you going to do?" He asked morosely.

"It is my sworn obligated to protect the United States and the President at any price...and that is what I am going to do." 

"Do you have a plan?" The old man's voice was soft, almost fatherly - a side of him I had never heard before.

"No...but I know well enough to let my instincts guide me...the only thing...well if I don't get out of this thing...will you tell Lawrence that I tried my hardest..."

"I will...he's working around the clock to get more information out of the laptop. The manifesto was the easy part...the emails about the bombing too...but there are some layers he's still trying to break through...I worry that if he breaks through and has the answer we won't be able to reach you."

"That's a chance I'll have to take." I whispered. "Promise me you'll keep Lawrence safe for me..."

"I have and always will. God be with you."



A Mole in the House Ch. 08



~*~*~ Good things come to those that wait ~*~*~ 

"...to recap what we know so far...at 9pm eastern standard time the President had just taken the stage to give the keynote address when a Secret Service agent ran onto the stage yelling 'Bomb'. He grabbed the President, pushing him away from the podium at the exact moment the bomb went off...the President HAS survived the bomb blast, miraculously with only minor injuries but we understand the Secret Service agent that so valiantly saved his life is in critical condition." 

One minute later... 

"We have just been told that among the dead from the bomb blast are Prince Abdullah of Egypt, the leader of the Islam movement who had just walked away from the podium after introducing the President and his aide, Fazil Al-Wazi. They were stuck by an overhead light that was displaced as a result of the bomb blast killing them instantly. Two other members of the delegation, whose names have not been released, lost their lives as well. Scores of people in the audience were injured from flying shrapnel and debris. Most were treated at the scene and released with only a handful taken to the hospital. 

"We will keep you updated as information comes in but once again, the President has survived the bomb attack with reports of only minor injuries. He is being treated at Jackson Memorial Hospital where we have been told he will remain overnight for observation..." 

Winston Jefferson Davis Harper, the most Honorable Senator, retired, from Virginia clicked the TV remote to another channel watching another repeat of the horrific after effects of the bombing that had occurred ten hours earlier. At sixty-seven years old Winston felt old and tired. After trying for so many years to prevent violence like this, it made him suddenly feel his age and that all the years of dedicated work was for naught. Death should come to everyone at an old age after living a full life, not at the hands of an insane, fanatical bastard like Prince Abdullah. 

To anyway that googled Winston Harper they would see that he had spent over thirty years acting as the nation's most beloved Senator whom, even though he was retired, everyone still went to for advice. The older statesmen in both the Senate and the House look up to him, the younger ones were in awe of him and men like President Robert Dawson confide in him and called him a friend. 

There had been too many years that too many people wanted him to take that next step and 'throw his hat in' and make the bid for the Oval Office but Winston wanted no part of that. He liked the life he led and even though he was a public figure he still maintained somewhat of a private life. To this day it still amazed him that for almost eighteen years no one knew, other than whoever the current President was sitting in the Oval Office, that Winston ran one of the most covert intelligence agency's that ever existed. 

Winston made the decision five years earlier, with the rise of violence in the Middle East, to retire from the Senate to dedicate himself solely to what he considered his real job. He had given thirty two years to the Senate but his heart, soul and energies had always been directed to the agency that bore no name. 

The premise had been so simple, recruit the best and the brightest people disperse them all over the world with their only job being to immerse themselves into the cultures of whatever country they were in and gather information that would be vital to both the US and the world. 

Security was the key. No one knew more than they had to know. Each operative only knew two people - his handler and the admin they communicated with. The lives they all lived before joining the agency were secreted away with only two people knowing everyone's true identity, Winston and his nephew. No one knew who he was and he had come to like being referred to as 'the old man'. To him it was a sign of honor. 

Now all of that appeared to have come to an end. He had all but shut the agency down sending everyone back to the lives they had prior to coming to work for him. He had lost an operative in the field, a first in the history of the agency, and another was in surgery his life hanging in the balance. 

His agency had been infiltrated, something he never thought could have happened. He was always so cautious about keeping security at the maximum but he had come to realize that Abdullah was a brilliant man that had perfected the art of manipulating people to do what he said or give him the information he wanted. 

When Winston finally realized there was a mole in their midst he couldn't figure out how that could have happened but as the days droned on and things played out he came to recognize that the only way it could have happened was from the very top - from the one person that had total control over every agency working within the United States governmental system, the President of the United States. 

Flipping to another channel he caught the latest update. It was just after seven in the morning, the President was awake and had just stood at the window of his hospital room and waved to the hoards of press that were camped out at the hospital. 

"...to repeat our top stories...the Presidential doctor held a press conference about twenty minutes ago letting us know that the President suffered minor cuts and bruises, a dislocated shoulder from the Secret Service agent pulling him out of the line of the blast and a gash in his right leg from flying shrapnel that required stitches. We have now been informed the Secret Service agent, whose name still has not been released, is still in surgery. We have been told he is suffering from severe head trauma, a broken leg, as well as several open wounds that required suturing. There is no update on his condition. It goes without saying that our thoughts and prayers go out to this brave man and his family that put his life on the line to protect the President." 

The President! Winston had to swallow the bile he tasted whenever a reporter said his name. In such a short period of time he had come to loath the man that once was his friend. 

Standing he walked over to the small sofa along the bank of windows in the room. His nephew had finally drifted off to sleep but he could see the pain and concern etched on his young face. He envied his nephew. He had his whole life ahead of him whereas Winston felt his was turning the corner on the last few chapters. 

He was feeling sorry for himself. He knew that and didn't even bother to stop the bad thoughts. He had so many blessings in his life but with Steve's life hanging in the balance and his nephew so distraught over everything that had happened he couldn't help but feel he had let so many people down for not being able to prevent everything that happened. 

Trying to snap himself out of his funk he looked at his nephew and remembered back to when he was that age. It seemed like just yesterday, geez how quickly the years flew by, that he was the apple of every woman's eye and the star of the hill. People compared his looks to those of Clark Cable. He had kept himself in good shape, working out religiously and eating conservatively to maintain his lean six foot body. He was a well sought after bachelor that could have his pick of any of the Washington and Virginia socialites but chose instead to live a quiet private life away from the glitz and glamour of politics and the prying eyes of the press. 

He had done the obligatory marriage thing when he was younger but that didn't last and thankfully there were no children. When his nephew's parents were killed in a car accident he took over the task of raising him. He provided materialistically for the boy but never gave him the love of family he probably should have. It was just something Winston never felt capable of giving anyone. There was always something more important that he needed to tend to. As Mr. Spock so aptly put it - the needs of the many outweighed the needs of the few...or the one. 

Even without a solid parental influence his nephew turned out to be an intelligent and forgiving adult who bore no ill will towards his uncle. Although he felt he didn't deserve it Winston held a certain amount of pride in how his nephew turned out. The boy, now a man, lived his life openly and honestly without caring what other people felt about his choices...and now at his young age had found love. Did it matter to Winston that he was in love with another man? Not at all. As long as the feeling between the two men was mutual, which he believed it was, he was happy and only wanted the best for them. 

Winston had bypassed the emotional desire to be loved and to love someone for something he found more enticing - sexual gratification. He had led an ordinary life with sex coming his way whenever he wanted it until fifteen years ago when Desiree Williams came into his life. 

Desiree was a light skinned stunning Jamaican woman he hired to manage his house and staff on the three hundred plus acre farm he owned outside of Fredericksburg. Winston had always had a passion for full-figured buxom women and Desiree more than filled that bill. At five foot eleven she was a solidly built woman with long legs, a pussy that was always wet and a size 42 GG natural chest. Winston fully admitted to himself that he hired her because he hoped one day he could bury his face in her magnificent globes. 

For six months long months Winston lusted after the Jamaican beauty until the night he finally bucked up the courage to tell her how much he wanted her. Desiree smiled her toothy ear-to-ear smiled, slapped her thigh and told him it was about time! 

Winston couldn't believe his good fortune that first time they were together. She was a wild woman in bed who loved to have her tits fucked and sucked - something he was enthusiastic about doing also. He soon came to find out that not only did she like attention paid to her tits but she loved to be fucked and not only in her pussy. He loved hearing her screams of pleasure filling the room every time he shoved his cock as deeply as he could into her. 

Their sex life was never boring with Desiree always coming up with new and exciting things to try and do. She was a woman that loved to experiment not only with different positions and sexual scenarios but with toys that both of them enjoyed. Early on Winston decided his favorite was the strap on dildo that Desiree would don and fuck him just a wildly in his ass as he fucked hers. 

He knew he should have been shocked and/or mortified after two years of being together Desiree brought another person to their bed and introduced him to man-sex - but for some reason he wasn't. He knew that Desiree knew him better than any woman had ever known him and if she felt she he would enjoy man-sex then he was more than willing to try it. 

Abraham was twenty five years old when he came the farm years earlier. He was a handsome black man that had graduated with honors from culinary school and had come to work in Winston's kitchen. Five years later he was the head chef and along with Desiree supervised the small kitchen staff. 

Desiree and Winston never spoke about or acknowledged that they were in a relationship but over the years neither of them felt the need to look elsewhere for sex. It was only after one of Winston's longer trips away from the farm that Desiree's desires got the best of her and with an urging from Winston, she decided to seek out a 'quickie' with Abraham, whom she found very attractive. 

She also wanted to try him out as a possible third person to fulfill one of her more erotic fantasies - a threesome with a man at each of her tits and a cock in each of her holes. 

Desiree wasn't the type of woman that beat around the bush and one evening, after the rest of the staff had gone for the evening she invited Abraham to her room. Desiree found out soon enough that although Abraham was a virile, sexy man he wasn't attracted to her - or any woman for that matter. Instead of being disappointed Desiree was giddy with excitement at the revelation knowing full well that he would be a perfect gift for Winston. 

She didn't want to try to change him but she was horny and needed to get off. Without any embarrassment she asked him to masturbate for her while she play with herself. Abraham was shocked at first but as they spoke more he realized that it might be an interesting experience. He had never been this close to a woman and even though in the past he had only enjoyed the company of men he harbored a certain amount of curiosity about women. After a few minutes of talking with her he boldly stood and unzipped his pants and took out his cock...and Desiree for the first time in her life was nearly speechless. 

Between his legs he sported a ten inch thick cock that was the most beautiful instrument she had ever seen. Whereas most women would think about riding that cock to hell and back, all she could think about was how much she wanted to see his cock stroking slowly in and out of Winston's needy ass. 

Desiree stripped for him and started rubbing herself while she watched Abraham stroke himself. He alternated between upstrokes strokes with his thumb rubbing over the massive mushroom capped head to downward strokes where he looked like he was pulling his cock trying to make it even longer. These downward strokes seemed to have a more beneficial effect as more precum dripped from his dark slit. Desiree was salivating to run her tongue and taste his sweetness but respected his sexual preferences and contented herself to watch. Instead she decided she would settle for him shooting his load on her tits and then he could watch her lick herself clean. 

"May I tell you a secret?" He asked moving closer to her on the bed. 

"Of course, you can tell me anything." 

"This is the first time I've been this close to a woman." 

"And?" 

"And all I can think about is that pussy of yours gets mighty wet. I'd love to use some your juices to lubricate my cock while I play with it." 

"Help yourself..." she moaned excited at the prospect of him touching her. 

Abraham was reticent at first but finally moved even closer to her. It wasn't the pussy he went for first it was her enormous tits he found he wanted to touch. Even his large hands couldn't cover the enormity of them and the nipples were so long and hard he couldn't help but pull of them. Desiree was instantly in heaven and let Abraham explore a woman for the first time in his life. 

An hour later Desiree was on her hands and knees and Abraham was fucking her ass shooting his cum deep inside of her, staying hard and fucking her more until he came again. She only let him rest for a few minutes until his cock was hard again before she mounted him, shoving his cock back in her ass and rode him to two more orgasms. 

A week later Winston returned from his trip and walked into his bedroom to find Desiree lying naked on the bed, playing with her pussy, while Abraham was on his knees on the floor watching her. 

"I've brought you a present," she said in her lilting Jamaican voice, "Abraham loves to suck cock...and I know how much you love to have your cock sucked so why not? I'm sure he can do it better than I can anyway..." She smiled her big toothy grin and continued rubbing her clitoris letting both Winston and Abraham see her glistening wetness. 

Nothing could have prepared Winston for the ultimate pleasure that Abraham brought him. Desiree was correct, as she usually was, when she said Abraham would know how to suck cock. At first he was reticent but when his cock suddenly went traitorous on him by going rock hard he shrugged and said, 'why not' and stepped up to Abraham's waiting mouth. 

Abraham sucked the full length of Winston's long cock into his mouth showing both Winston and Desiree how much he appreciated the taste of men. His moans soon filled the room as Winston slid his cock in and out of Abraham's talented mouth and within minutes he was shooting a big wet load deep down his throat. 

From that night on Desiree, in all of her beauty and kinkiness took on the role of their puppet-mistress. 

The first time Desiree told Abraham she wanted to see his big black cock slide into Winston's white ass both men stared gapped mouth at her. It didn't take Winston too long to decide that he was more than willing to try it. From the first time he watched Abraham stroke his spectacular cock and shoot the largest load he had ever seen across Desiree breasts he had secretly fantasized that one day he would shoot a bigger wet load deep in his ass. 

Desiree lubed Winston ass, preparing him with one, then two, then three fingers in his ass. By the time she removed her fingers he was nearly begging for Abraham to fuck him. Abraham lubed his own cock and knelt behind Winston. For some reason he was nervous, more so than when he fucked Desiree in the ass that first night. He knew that Winston had never felt a real cock in his ass and more than anything he didn't want to hurt him. Desiree stood behind Abraham coaxing him, cooing them both on with her sing-songy voice as she watched inch after inch of his beautiful fat cock slowly disappear into Winston. 

It surprised Winston how easily Abraham's huge cock slide into him. He loved how deep he went and how full he felt as he pushed into him, then pulled out slightly and pushed in deeper. Then came the moment that Abraham's cock hit Winston's sweet spot and both of them groaned in unison, Winston from the exquisite feeling of this massive cock rubbing his sweet spot and Abraham from the glorious tightness of Winston's ass. The moment Winston felt Abraham's cock thicken and start to pulse deep in his ass his own cock exploded with the most powerful orgasm he had ever experienced in his life. He found himself pushing against Abraham wanting more and more of him in his ass never wanting the feeling to end. 

Over the years the three of them explored the realms of their sexuality. Desiree loved to have Winston at her breasts knowing how much he worshipped them and her fantasy of having both men filling her while sucking her tits came true on many occasions. She especially love that they usually all came at the same time, glorying in the heavenly experiences they shared together. There was many a morning that the three of them woke up together in Winston's oversized bed...and simply started all over again. 

~*~ 

Lawrence opened his eyes and panic filled him again. He sat up and looked around the room. 

"Uncle?" He called out. Torn from his thoughts Winston stood and walked over and sat down next to his nephew. "Any news?" Tears pooled in his eyes again. 

"I spoke to the nurse an hour ago. He's out of surgery and in recovery... they ...uh...they had to remove a piece of his skull to relieve the pressure from the swelling...and they are going to keep him in a medically induced coma until they are sure the swelling has subsided...as soon as he's stable they'll bring him down...it should be within the hour..." 

"Will he live? Will he be okay?" Lawrence asked. There was so much desperation in his voice. 

"There is hope...all the initial signs are positive...but we really won't know until they can bring him out of the coma and see how he reacts. Right now his EEG is stable and we have hope." 

"Yes...hope...we always have to have hope..." Lawrence didn't even try to stop his tears. He just leaned into his uncle's chest and let the torrent of fear and anxiety go. 

True to their word Steve, still under the guise of Aaron Mitchell, was brought to the room an hour later. Lawrence and Winston had to stay outside the room while they set-up and aligned the ventilator system that would keep him alive and give him a cursory exam. A half hour later he walked out of the room his face unreadable. 




A Mole in the House Ch. 08



"At this time all we can say is that he is stable. His vitals are strong. We've cleaned and sutured all the superficial wounds and set his leg. We don't expect that there will be any permanent scaring or repercussions from those injuries. Now we just have to bide our time and wait for the swelling in his brain to subside. I will not sugarcoat the situation. It's always tricky when it comes to brain injuries. His status will remain critical until he is off the ventilator. More importantly is that we have no idea if there was any damage to his brain and/or the extent. He could wake up and be the same Aaron Mitchell you knew...but then again he could wake up and not know anyone or anything...and of course, the worst case scenario is that he might never wake up...only time will tell..." 

Lawrence was dead silent as he listened to the doctor drone on. At first he wanted to laugh out loud at the joke - 'he might not be the same Aaron Mitchell' - no when he wakes up he will be Steve Dunbar, my Steve, but he remained silent.  

He had said his prayers, already made promises that he intended to keep and now he knew that Steve's life was in God's hands. When the doctor was done he remained silent and simply walked past him into the room and took his place at Steve's side. It didn't matter the outcome - the good, the bad or the unknown, Lawrence had already made the decision that he would never leave Steve's side again. 

~*~ 

Winston let Lawrence have his time with Steve and took the opportunity to walk down the hallway to the room the President was occupying. No one said a word to him as he walked past the Secret Service detail and into President Robert Dawson's room without bothering to knock. He was not only one of the most respected Senators the government ever had but he was also a personal friend and came and went from the White House without anyone ever giving him a second glance. 

"How are you Robert?" It was a question that Winston asked as a pleasantry to open the dialogue between them because frankly he didn't give a fuck how the President was. The bastard didn't even have the compassion to have one of his Secret Service men wheel him down to Aaron/Steve's room to check on how he was doing. He took a seat in a chair that was strategically placed to the President's good side. The only time Winston ever called him 'Sir' or 'Mr. President' was when other people were around, when it was just the two of them he was just Robert and, during better days, on the rare occasion he called him 'Bert', a nickname Winston had given him during their Senate days together. Did he care that his voice was colder than an ice box? With the revelations he had learned regarding the President over the past forty-eight hours he just didn't give a shit anymore. 

"Oh I'm fine...it could have been a lot worse...and of course the alternative I don't want to consider...right now I'm just waiting for my personal physician to come by and release me...what about you? How's the Mitchell boy? By the way I've made sure his name shows up on the Secret Service rooster." 

Winston nodded a silent thanks but didn't answer the question how 'the Mitchell boy' was doing. He didn't want to give anyone, especially the President, information on Aaron/Steve's condition. He remained silent for a few seconds before he leaned into Robert and whispered, "I know everything." 

"Excuse me?" The President asked sitting up in the bed to listen more carefully. 

Still in a whisper Winston's voice, sounding eerily quiet went on. "I'm sure that you aren't aware that two days ago Aaron successfully entered the Royal Suite and was able to obtain Abdullah's briefcase which contain his laptop and several jump drives. The data we were able to retrieve contained not only his manifesto, but the detailed plans for the bombing and the part you were to play in it..." Winston let his voice drift appreciating the drama he was creating, as his words sank into the President. 

"I'm also betting that you didn't know that you were meant to die in the bomb blast. We have detailed data on that as well. Your death would have been the ultimate achievement Abdullah needed to crown himself King of Islam. He was positive that your death would allow him to unify Muslims all over world against the injustice that was carried out against you." 

"No." The President had gone six shades of white and seemed to be gasping for the precious air around him. 

"Yes Robert. I have the proof. Not only that Robert...I have documented proof that you and Abdullah have been in an alliance with each other for years - even before you became President, so I'm guessing he was instrumental in getting you elected. I also know you secretly accepted Islam years ago and that you traded top level government secrets, which is a treasonable offense, for a place of honor at Abdullah's side. What you didn't know is that Abdullah would have told you anything to get you to do the work he wanted done and you had no hopes of being at his side. You were expendable just like he killed his best friend, a man that he called brother, in Damascus and the six men in Georgetown. And this morning we found the assistant director of the FBI dead and suspect he was on Abdullah's payroll as well." 

Winston watched the President go paler at his words. "I think you should also know that Abdullah was a man that took pride in his conquests...all of his conquests. Years ago, when you first confided to me some of your 'sexual tastes' I told you that if you wanted to be President you would have to put those thoughts behind you. I guess like everything between us my words fell on deaf ears and now you fucking got yourself caught." Taking his cell phone out, he walked over to the side of the bed and showed Robert a series of photos of Robert and Abdullah in various stages of sexual thralls. 

"Personally my favorites are these," Winston clicked on a series of pictures of Abdullah shooting his load across Robert's face, cum dripping down his face, and finally into his mouth. "These are screen captures of hours of videos Abdullah took of the two of you. It was his insurance policy that you would do whatever he wanted you to." 

Winston let silence blanket the room as he sat back down in the chair. 

"So what now? Are you going to use the information to get me to do what you want?" Winston could tell the President knew there was no hope he could ever get out of this situation. 

"Only if I have to Robert. Unlike you I am a proud, law-abiding American and I don't want our government to come crashing down because an asshole like you thought they were some type of god. So instead I'm going to make a suggestion...and I think you know when I suggest something it means that this is the only way out for you. Today your doctor is going to release you from the hospital and you and your lovely wife Irene will return to the White House. Twenty-four hours from now you are going to address the nation at which time you will resign from being President. I don't care what excuse you use but you will resign or so help me I will bring the wrath of the press, the Senate and the US Government down on you." Winston's voice never rose above a whisper and the calmness about him was more frightening to the President than anything else. 

Winston stood to leave but turned back on last time, "Oh and if you think you can outsmart me you are sadly mistaken. I have created an insurance policy if any harm should come to me, my love ones or anyone connected with me - this includes Aaron Mitchell and any employee that works for the agency. To guarantee everyone's safety I have posted all of the documentation we recovered from Abdullah's laptop to a secured site that we have linked to every news agency in the world and over five thousand email addresses. Garrett Simonson, who you know is quite the computer genius, has devised a program that requires me, at a specific time every day, to enter a password. The password changes daily. So even if you can locate the site and attempt to hack into it the password is never the same and is generated on a totally other system that you will never be able to locate. If the code is not received within thirty minutes of the time it's due the website will become active and dump over ten gigabytes of information to the news agencies and those five thousand email address - which includes every Senator, House member, Supreme Court Judge, and every Head of State throughout the world...and your family, your wife, your parents and your kids. Included in the all that data is the 'relationship' you shared with Abdullah, especially the graphic videos of you sucking his cock or him fucking your lily white ass! Robert, I think you know me well enough to know that I have a twitchy finger and if I even suspect that you are going to try something I will simply release the information. So now the preverbal ball is your court and the choice is yours what you choose to do." 

Without saying another word Winston walked out of the room. That would be the last time he would ever have to speak with the duplicitous traitor that he once considered a friend and whom he supported to be President. 

~*~ 

Steve looked so small helpless in the hospital bed with wires and plugs running every which way. The constant click-hiss-click-hiss of the ventilator as it gave its lifesaving breaths and the beeping of the heart monitor letting him know Steve was still alive was beginning to wear on him. As much as he disliked the noise he would put up with it for as long as needed. He preferred it to the alternative. 

Holding Steve's hand Lawrence was clinging to the last words Steve had spoken to Winston. "Will you tell Lawrence I tried my hardest...?" Steve knew all along that the chances of him getting out of this mess alive were slim but knowing that he had wanted to find a way to make it work to be with him, that he tried every alternative comforted Lawrence. 

"Promise me you'll keep Lawrence safe for me..." That was the last thing Steve had said and at that moment Lawrence knew that Steve had given up hope that they would be together again. On the one hand Lawrence was so proud that Aaron/Steve would be willing to give his life to fight for what he felt was right but on the other hand if he had just walked away they could have spent the rest of their life together and for just a little while Lawrence wanted to cling to that selfishness and hold just a little bitter resentment for Steve's ultimate sacrifice. 

"You have to fight Steve...you have to give us a chance...please..." 

Twenty-four hours later the President of the United States announced that due to an underlying medical condition that was discovered at the time of his accident he could no longer carry out his duties as President. In front of a shocked nation the Vice President was sworn in while Robert Dawson quietly tucked his tail between his legs and left office and subsequently the country. 

At the same time the President announced his resignation the neurologist at Jackson Memorial Hospital reported a modicum of reduced swelling and they were optimistic. 

Four hours after that Aaron threw a blood clot and flat-lined. 

It took fifteen minutes to revive him and a trip back to the OR to stop the bleeding and the earlier optimism faltered considerably. Any blood flow loss to the brain at a delicate time like this wasn't good. The doctor began to prepare Winston and Lawrence for worst. 

One day seemed to fade into the next and soon they had been sitting at Steve's bedside for five days. Each MRI showed the swelling was reducing, but not enough to take him off the ventilator. While doctor's diligently monitored Steve's progress, Winston monitored the fallout from Prince Abdullah's death. The reports coming in from Winston's contacts around the world weren't good as each report stated the same fact - a price had been fixed on 'Aaron Mitchell's' head. 

Over breakfast on the fifth day Winston finally brought the subject of Steve's safety up to Lawrence. He explained in quick detail what was happening - none of which surprised Lawrence. 

"I've taken all security precautions here at the hospital and have hired private duty round the clock nursing staff. I've also brought in an outisde neurologist and the hospital has agreed that he can take over Steve's case. They will be the only ones to care for Steve. In addition outside of Steve's door are two armed guards with another two patrolling the hallways 24/7 and another two stationed outside the hospital. No one will be allowed in the room but a select few people and they will only know him as Aaron Mitchell. We are lucky that the few pictures of Aaron Mitchell that were taken the day of the bombing he was still disguised as Secret Service agent Dan Steely..." Winston laughed at Steve's dark humor of the name he chose. 

"There are no pictures of Aaron Mitchell that have ever been published and anyone that searches the Secret Service data base won't find him or Dan Steely listed." 

Lawrence simply shook his head. His emotions had gone numb as he kept vigil over his lover. "You know that I will do everything within my power to keep him...and all of us safe." 

"I know uncle...and I appreciate everything you have done...I might not say it but I really do..." 

Before they could continue their conversation the doctor entered the room interrupting them. He actually had a rare smile on his face that quickly spread to both Winston and Lawrence. 

"The latest MRI shows Aaron's brain activity is as normal as it's going to be. There has been no swelling for a full twenty-four hours so we have made the decision to take him off the ventilator this afternoon." Lawrence let out a deep sigh of relief. 

"Please know that taking him off the ventilator doesn't mean that he will wake up instantaneously. He will wake up when he's ready...it could be an hour or a year from now. We just have no way of knowing. Unfortunately the brain is such a complex instrument and medical technology hasn't made enough advances to know exactly what is in store for him." 

"I'll take anything I can get doc...just knowing that there is a chance is enough for me." Lawrence said enthusiastically. 

At three that afternoon the doctor and the nursing team Winston had hired removed the ventilator and stopped the drugs that were keeping him in a coma. He was breathing on his own and the sight of him without all the hardware that was keeping him alive brought tears to both Lawrence and Winston's eyes. 

"I know that you'll wake up soon and everything is going to be okay..." Lawrence spoke in hushed tones so Winston or the nurse couldn't hear him, "this is just a bump in the road for us..." 

~*~ 

So many sensations flooded my body the moment I became aware. 

The first thing, and the biggest thing, I remembered was feeling the pain in my head. The pain was so overwhelming I wanted to grab my head and scream out loud for it to stop but nothing in my body seemed to be working. I couldn't even master the simplest task of opening my eyes. I wondered if I was in that space where the body and soul separated. Was I dead or was I alive or someplace in between? 

It was all so confusing. 

I knew my name. Steve Dunbar. I was still sure about that. But I had no idea why I was lying in the dark unable to move. What brought me to this place? I wanted to search back in my memories to remember but the pain in my head was massive. It felt like someone had a vise grip attached to my head and every few seconds tightened it just a little more. I had images of my head exploding and brain matter splattering all over the place...but then that would mean I was dead...and I wasn't, was I? 

I drift and I am lost again. I can hear voices but I can't make out what they are saying. Are they speaking English? Everything is garbled. The ringing in my ears is almost deafening. I can feel something or maybe someone touching my body. I want so badly to open my eyes but they just won't open. I feel something warm touching me...holding my hand...it's soothing and I find myself relaxing and drifting again... 

Finally! 

I am able to open my eyes. I blink a few times trying to focus. My head hurts so fucking much...I think everything in my body hurts but my head hurts the most. I can't lift my arms, I can't move my legs. I try to turn my head and the pain is excruciating. I'm focusing...the lights in the room are low but I can make out someone sitting in a chair by the bed. 

I try to open my mouth but it's like it's glued shut. I blink again trying to focus harder and I can see the shape in the chair clearer...oh my god...its Lawrence, he's here...his eyes are shut...I want to wake him up, I want to feel him closer to me...I've missed him so much it's only now that I realize just how much. I just stare at him. I made it back to him and I want him to know I'm here. 

Time ticks by...I concentrate all my energies to waking Lawrence up, I want to hear his voice...but more that that I want to feel him next to me. I try to clear my throat and a tiny garbled sound escapes. Is it enough to wake him up? I do it again and then I see it...his eyes open slowly. He is staring at me...and I'm staring at him...I can see the corner of his mouth turn up in a smile...He leans forward and presses his head against my hand... 

"Thank you...thank you for coming back to me..." he whispers. He raises his head and there are tears in his eyes...no...don't cry...I'm here - I want to say to him but I can't. 

The doctor is talking to me. 

He tells me things I don't understand because the pain in my head and the ringing in my ears are so bad I can't concentrate. I only want to feel Lawrence next to me. I don't care about the pain when he's with me. 

Knowing I can't communicate any other way he tells me to blink once for yes and twice for no. He asked if I'm in pain, I blink once. He measures the pain through eyes blinks - one for a lot, two for manageable, three for just a little. I only have to blink once to let the doctor know something I suspect he already knew. The doctor tells the nurse the combination of pain medication he wants to help me out. I don't want it but I know I need it. 

"Within the next few days, as you gain more use of your body we'll be able to determine if there is any permanent damage...do you remember what happened?" I blink my eyes twice, no I don't know. "That is normal. Again as time goes on you could regain some memory of what happened. I'm sure that Lawrence can fill in some of the gaps." My eyes soften and drift over to Lawrence. I want so much to be able to talk to him, even if I could say a word as simple as 'Hi' to him. 

"The main things you need to do are rest and not try to rush yourself too much. The medication we've given you is going to make you tired. Try and sleep for a little while, there will be plenty of time to catch up later." 

Doing as he said, really without choice, I close my eyes and once again I'm gone. 

I have absolutely no measure of time. When I open my eyes again I don't know if I've been out for hours or days. Lawrence is sitting next to the bed holding my hand smiling at me. 

"Hi." He whispers. I have movement in my arm and lift it to his face. He kisses my hand and closes his eyes savoring my touch. "I am so happy you are back." 

I open my mouth and an unrecognizable croaking noise comes out. I try again and am finally able to say the word I've wanted to say for weeks. "Love." I say and touch him. 

"I love you too..." He leans over and touches his lips to mine in a brief chaste kiss that I don't want to end. 

Over the next few days I slowly regain use of my body and with the medication the pain is bearable and I am able to take stock of everything around me. Once the power to speak returns I am full of questions that both Lawrence and to my surprise, 'the old man' himself, Winston Harper painstakingly answer for me. 




A Mole in the House Ch. 08



Winston Harper, the man that every young man with any type of political ambition wanted to emulate is actually the 'old man'. I think that shocked me more than finding out that Abdullah was dead. I can't say that I was upset about his death - I hope the bastard is rotting in hell. 

The doctor finally allowed me to sit up half way for fifteen minutes at a time but they've kept me on the strong pain medication so I'm normally only awake for two hours at a time. The doctor is convinced I haven't suffered any brain damage and it will take two to three months before I am healed enough to move about on my own. For right now I'm content to spend the few hours a day that I'm awake with Lawrence and Winston. I've enjoyed getting to know both the former Senator and the man behind the agency I worked for. 

"We interrupt this program to bring you a news bulletin...we have just learned that Aaron Mitchell, the Secret Service agent that so valiantly saved President Dawson life has died. According to his doctors at 10:07 this evening Mr. Mitchell suffered a devastating stroke brought on from a blood clot in his brain. All efforts to revive him were unsuccessful. We have learned that Mr. Mitchell never regained consciousness from the injuries he received protecting the President. We join a grieving nation that has lost so much over the past weeks, in expressing our deepest sympathy over his passing. He truly was a national hero that will never be forgotten...once again at 10:07pm ..." 

I knew as soon as Winston told me about the price on 'Aaron's' head that he needed to die. It took us three days to pull off my alter-ego's demise with Winston at the helm directing the whole thing. The most important aspect of the plan was to let as few people know what was really happening. There were only four people that knew the truth - Winston, Lawrence, Ezra, the doctor that pronounced me dead and me. 

Not even the nursing staff Winston had hired was wired in to what was happening. Once I was pronounced dead my lifeless, drugged, corpse began its trip to the morgue. In the elevator I was quickly revived and exchange for a John Doe that they had recovered from another source - I didn't ask and didn't want to know. Ezra, Lawrence and I were let out on the first floor and the body continued down to the morgue. Performing the last covert act of my career we made our way out a back door to my waiting RV. 

The body was checked into the morgue shortly after midnight but 'disappeared' shortly after that. An investigation into the disappearance turned up nothing and a red-faced Jackson Memorial hospital administrator had to make profound apologies to many many people. 

Ten minutes before the switch Winston exited the same elevator we would ride down on and addressed the contingent of reporters that had gathered at the front entrance to the hospital. 

Winston was a public figure and everyone knew that he had been holding vigil at the President's bedside when he was there and Aaron Mitchell's after he left. He took his time, answering every question every reporter asked, drawing the attention away from us giving us the time we needed to make our getaway from the hospital. 

The doctor got me situated in the bedroom of the RV, setting up my IV and making sure the oxygen was working properly. It was Lawrence's responsibility to navigate his way out of the Atlanta area making sure that no one was following us. An hour outside of Atlanta Lawrence pulled into rest area off the interstate while Ezra, the doctor Winston had flown in from Israel to treat me, gave me a quick exam and declared me fit to travel. 

Lawrence stood in the doorway waiting for the doctor to finish. 

"Isn't it odd that you are a mere forty or so feet from me and for the past hour I've missed you so much?" I whispered as he shuffled closer to the bed. With the one arm that wasn't attached to the IV I patted the bed and a moment later he was lying next to me. 

"This is where you belong...always." I added. 

"I won't fight you on that." 

"Good...are you tired, will you be okay to drive?" 

"I'm fine. I just don't want this trip to be difficult for you." 

"I'm not doing anything but lying on my fucking back doing what everyone tells me to do - something that goes against every fiber in my being." He knew what I was saying was the truth. I was used to doing everything my way being the control freak that I am. The better part of me wanted to rush through my recovery, just to get it over with and Ezra knew that and warned me that brain injuries like mine needed time to heal and I needed to take that time. 

"This is a nice ride," Lawrence said a moment later changing the subject. His was rubbing his hand subconsciously over my chest and under normal circumstances it would have been a welcome invitation but sex was the farthest thing from both of our minds. I was, however, relishing his touch - something I had craved to feel the whole time we were separated. 

"It's been home for the past few weeks." I knew my voice with filled with melancholy as the memories of the past few weeks were coming back to me. I couldn't help but feel sad that we all had to do things we didn't want to do to get to this moment. 

"I should start driving. Winston is expecting us to arrive late tomorrow afternoon and the route he's set isn't direct." 

"Stay another moment...please." I hugged him to me and for a few minutes we just lay silently holding each other. 

~*~ 

Winston had made his memorized statement to the press at the hospital and answered questions for close to thirty minutes before getting into a limo that shuffled him off to the airport and the private jet that was flying him back to Virginia. 

He didn't even care when they had to sit on the ground for over an hour while they waited for a quick moving storm to pass. Winston was enjoying being alone and not hearing the constant beeping of the heart monitor and the ambient noises always present in a hospital. Leaning back in the plush leather seat he closed his eyes and let his mind drift... 

Winston loved being with Desiree and Abraham. It was always so exciting. Before Abraham, Winston and Desiree slept together almost every night that he was at the farm. When Abraham first joined the party he still had his place in town and only stayed out at the farm one to two days a week, normally on the weekends when there was little or no other staff around. 

All that changed when Desiree had to return to Jamaica for a family emergency. The first night she was gone Winston lay in bed feeling lonelier then he could ever remember feeling. The next day he drove into Washington, visited the White House and ran some errands trying to kill as much time as he could before returning to the farm after nine in the evening. The house was dead quiet as he wandered into the kitchen to get his dinner that he knew Abraham had left for him. 

Abraham. Over the years that they had been together he had come to respect and admire him so much. There was many a night that Desiree would be satisfied to the point of passing out and Winston and Abraham would sneak down to the kitchen and talk the night away. He was an intelligent well read man that had a good head for business and a better than average understanding of politics. He gave Abraham full access to his well stocked library and sometimes they could spend the whole time simply talking about books they had read. 

The strangest part of their relationship was that, even though Winston fantasized about it, he and Abraham had never been alone together in a sexual way. Abraham always serviced Winston with Desiree present. Desiree never directed and Winston never took the lead to reciprocate. They had never even kissed. Desiree on the other hand had taken advantage of Abraham on a regular basis, using her strap-on dildo on him or licked and sucked his cock clean under the guise of sucking both of her beautiful men at the same time. 

Standing in the kitchen for a long time Winston realized he wasn't hungry, well not for food and without even thinking he turned heel and drove over to the small house Abraham rented fifteen minutes from the farm. Thankfully the lights were on when he pulled into the driveway. Abraham opened the front door even before he made it out of the car. 

"Is everything okay?" Abraham asked concerned by Winston's appearance. They were both on edge and concerned about Desiree who had been called back to Jamaica due to her mother's sudden illness. 

"Everything is fine...may I come in?" Abraham opened the door wider and stood without moving as Winston brushed past him. "I...I...wanted to see you..." 

Abraham had hidden the fact how much he cared for Winston from both Winston and Desiree for years, now being alone with Winston he feared he wouldn't be able to contain himself. Winston was the first man Abraham ever had emotional feelings for and wasn't sure it was proper given Winston's relationship with Desiree to let him know. 

"I'm glad you did." Abraham said in a cautious manner. He closed the door, locking it behind it him and began to walk into the room but Winston stopped him pulling him into his arms. Before he could even react Winston's mouth was against his, his tongue plunging deeply into his mouth. 

It was the first time they had ever kissed. 

Abraham moaned softly into Winston's mouth as their bodies pressed tighter against each other. Winston's hands, first holding Abraham tightly against him moved down his body until he was cupping his round full ass cheeks pushing his groin tighter against him. 

"I want to feel your naked body against mine." He whispered breaking the kiss as he began furiously stripping his clothes off. Winston had never felt this overwhelming 'need' before. "Please..." he cried out helping Abraham pull his T-shirt over his head and then fumbling at his pants to get them undone. 

A moment later they were naked and once again pressed against each other. The sensual warmth of two naked bodies pressed together filled both of them as they hugged themselves tighter to each trying to become one. 

"I want to taste you..." Winston moaned breaking off another long kiss and without taking pause he dropped to his knees and sucked Abraham mushroom capped cockhead into his mouth. 

"Ahhhhhhh" Abraham moaned at Winston's sudden boldness. Cupping Winston's head gently in his hands he lifted his chin so he could look into his eyes. 

"This is my first time..." Winston mumbled as he sucked, licked and kissed Abraham beautiful cock, "I know I won't be any where as good as you...so please tell me what to do, teach me how to please you...I want so much to give you the same happiness you've always given me..." 

Abraham groaned loudly. How could he tell Winston that just his words were giving him ultimate happiness - just the fact the he wanted him? "Oh please...Winston...I'm going to cum if you keep doing that..." 

Abraham's words fueled Winston on and with one hand stroking softly along Abrahams long shaft, the other hand cupping his cum filled balls, rolling them gently between his fingers and his mouth sucking on his thick, smooth head soon enough he tasted the sweet fruits of his labor when Abraham yelled out 'Oh sweet Jeez...' and erupted a flood of cum in Winston's mouth. 

Hours later, Winston was lying in Abraham's arms both of them completely spent and almost speechless. "May I stay the night?" Winston asked out of the blue. 

"I was hoping you would..." Abraham's voice drifted. There was so much he wanted to say but didn't know the right words to express how he was feeling. 

"I'm feeling the same way." Winston said resting his chin on Abraham's chest looking at him. "Making love to you...like we just did...I can't remember wanting anyone as much as I wanted you...as I want you...I...when it's the three of us it's like a free for all...and it's like that when it's just Desi and me...it's physical...but I want you...emotionally...I know I'm not making any sense right now...I just have never made love to anyone and felt the things I felt like that before..." 

"I haven't either." Abraham said running his fingers through Winston's hair. As if on cue his cock stirred and began to rise again. Winston just looked at him with a smile on his face. 

"I'm game if you are..." Shuffling his position he rolled himself on Abraham's chest and after lubing Abraham's cock he slowly sunk down on his full length. There was no rush, no one telling them what to do - it was just the two of them and as far as Winston was concerned he was ready to slowly stroke Abrahams' cock in and out of his ass for the rest of the night. 

"I want you to move to the farm." He said sitting up feeling Abraham's fullness stretching his ass even more. "I don't ever want to be more than a short walk away from you." 

"Yes..." Abraham groaned thrusting his hips pushing deeper. "What about Desiree?" 

"What about her? Nothing is going to change other than the fact that from now on there will be three of us in my bed every night...and on some nights I will send Desi to her room and it will be just you and I...I am not willing to give 'this' this...give you up for anything..." Winston leaned forward and drew Abraham's mouth to his, kissing him with the same passion he showed him the moment he walked through the front door. "You are my rock Abraham, you ground me and I don't want to ever lose that." 

Two weeks later when Desiree returned from Jamaica she was thrilled to find Abraham was now living at the farm and sharing Winston's bed. She knew all along that Winston and Abraham shared something special - just like her relationship with Winston was special in another way - and it didn't bother her one bit. 

"Sir...Mr. Harper..." A voice pulled Winston from his thoughts. He opened his eyes and looked. "We are preparing to land, if you'll buckle your seat belt please." 

Winston's heart was beating so hard forty-five minutes later as he pulled down the road that lead to his farm. As important as being with his nephew and Steve, Winston was elated to be home and even more so when he walked into his bedroom and found both Desiree and Abraham waiting for him. 

They joyfully helped him out of his clothes and within minutes Winston was between Desiree's legs his cock buried in her wet and wanting pussy and Abraham was slowly stroking his cock in and out of Winston's ass. Their moans filled the room driving them to reaching their orgasms together. 

Later, as they lay in bed, a man at each of her lovely breasts, Winston told them everything that happened in Atlanta. The realization of just how deep his feelings were for Desiree and Abraham came to him in Atlanta. For so long he knew that he had emotional feeling for Abraham but in Atlanta he realized the he had feelings for Desiree as well - that went beyond just sex. As distracted as he was by all the events that went on in Atlanta he found himself missing these two endearing people. 

He spent so many hours reflecting on his life while he and Lawrence held vigil at Steve's bedside. He had watched Lawrence with Steve, first with the smothering fear that he might lose him and then how he nurtured him as he lay helpless in the coma. Winston knew that he would do the same for his nephew if anything ever befell him but he also came to see that he would do the same for Desiree and Abraham. They truly meant the world to him. 

"I want to make some changes..." Winston said sitting up. "I'd like to sublet the farm out to Nelson and his family. I'll be honest and fair with them. Hell, they've been running it for the past twenty years anyway, it's time they reaped more of the benefits. 

"I'd also like for the three of us to be together...all the time...like a couple but instead we'd be a trio. We might be unconventional but I love you both so very much and never want us to be apart. I've come to learn that life is to short and we have to live our lives the way we want to. I want us to make a commitment and live together always." 

"Oh deary, you might not have realized it but we made that commitment years ago." Desiree said in her lilting Jamaican voice. 

"Abraham?" Winston asked looking over at him. 

"I think you know how I feel. It goes without saying that I want us to be together always." He said pulling Winston down on top of Desiree as the three of them hugged and held each other. 

~*~ 

We pulled into the farm at three the following afternoon. It was important that no one see or know about their arrival. In order to do this Winston made the decision to let all the help go, under the guise that he was downsizing and was closing most of the house down. He paid everyone handsomely, gave them all good references and had Desiree already starting the task of finding them suitable employment elsewhere. Desiree and Abraham were the only two people to remain. 

I was placed on a stretcher and the four men - Winston, Lawrence, Ezra and Abraham walked me slowly up the three flights of stairs to the third floor while Desiree droned on that they would now be my care givers. I was in ill temper by the time we reached the bedroom between the jostling being carried up the stairs, my pain medication wearing off and my head hurting again, all the doting that everyone was doing and of course by the lack of control I had over my life. 

"I just want to be left alone." I said trying to stop Lawrence from fussing with the bed trying to get me into a comfortable position. 

"Just hush up." Desiree said. "If he left you alone you'd be dead, so appreciate everything he does for you." I stared at this hauntingly beautiful woman with a rarely seen shocked expression. It had been too many years since anyone spoke to me like that. 

"I'm sorry." I said and turned to Lawrence and apologized. "I just want this whole thing to be over and to have my life back again." 

"And you will...one day. But for right now you need to just lay back and let us do for you the things you can't do." He kissed my forehead, unaffected by my harsh words and resumed fixing the bed while Desiree helped the doctor finish setting up all the medical equipment that was still required to keep me safe. 

The days droned on. Slowly I was weaned off the pain medication that had been keeping the pain in my head at bay and slowly that pain subsided along with the constant ringing in my ears that Ezra told me was normal. All the sutures were removed, the cast came off my leg and my hair began to grown back from where they had shaved me. 

I was finally allowed out of bed and started walking three weeks after we arrived and a month later, on a sunny Sunday afternoon I took my first steps outside and filled my lungs with fresh air. 

Winston, Desiree, Abraham and Ezra stood next to Lawrence and me as I walked at a snail's pace across the lawn to the edge of the property and back again. I knew at that moment the worst of everything had past and going forward I would fully recover and have my life back again. 

Lawrence snaked his arm around my waist and reached up with his free hand to wipe the tears from my eyes. Turning to him I looked at him and knew that absolutely nothing would ever come between us again. 

"Thank you." I said pulling him into my arms and holding him against me. 

One Year Later... 

"...in a stunning announcement today Prince Abdullah, the son of the late Prince Abdullah, unveiled on the anniversary of his father's death that he had met with all Middle Eastern nations, including Israel, and within the next ninety days a formal meeting would take place to lay out a plan to finally bring peace to the Middle East. 

"Prince Abdullah, who took his father's place as head of his family, has worked diligently to recover the shame that befell his family, his country and his religion when excerpts of his late father's manifesto were released shortly after his father was killed in the bomb blast at the opening ceremonies of the Islam conference in Atlanta Georgia. Included in the recovered material was documented evidence that the late Abdullah was responsible for the deaths of the General Al-Aswaner, the Georgetown six - the six government officials that were found dead in a Georgetown townhouse, Miles O'Sullivan the assistant director of the FBI and the attempted assassination of former President Dawson which ultimately led to the death of Secret Service agent Aaron Mitchell. Authorities in Atlanta have also stated that Prince Abdullah was linked to the mysterious death of Matthew Whitaker, the former director of sales at the Atlanta hotel the late Prince has stayed at before his death. 




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"According to our sources within the hotel Mr. Whitaker had taken a short leave from his position to work as the late Prince's administrative assistant. Mr. Whitaker's body was found the day after the bombing in a trash dumpster outside the hotel. Details of his death have not been released but we have been told that it appears his body had been savagely beaten. A spokesman for the police department has told us there is 'an overwhelming abundance' of DNA evidence that links the late Prince to Mr. Whitaker's remains." 

So that was that. 

It took us a long time to come to the decision to leak key points from the manifesto I obtained from Lolly's laptop. When the news ran the story about poor Matthew's death I knew I needed to seek some type of redemption for him. 

We had all lost so much but also gained so much over the past year. 

Winston made the decision to close the agency because his heart just wasn't in it anymore. He had hoped for so many years that the work we did, the contributions of intelligence gathering would make a difference in the world but with everything that played out over those two short months a year ago his drive to continue the agency was gone. 

Lawrence and I have remained at the farm. We've taken over the entire third floor of the antebellum-style main house converting it into our own home with a kitchen, dining room and living room for times we want it to be just us. Our relationship grows stronger every day and I know, just like Desiree had said, I would have never gotten through everything without him. He has and always will be my lifeline. 

I found out after I sold the house in Fredericksburg and was packing it up that Winston had a love of trains like I did. We have since converted the basement of the big house into a model train museum combining both our collections and adding to it when we come across those rare finds on Ebay or through our collector sites we frequent. The time we spend in the basement is our time and I appreciate every moment Winston and I spend together. 

Eight months after the bombing I was able to start running again. Lawrence still won't run with me, he says I give him more than enough exercise (which I happily do!) but I've found partners in both Ezra, who decided to stay in the United States indefinitely and Abraham who joins us on occasion. 

I'm not sure who came up with the idea for our next venture and I actually think it started out as a joke that one day took form, but we have been working diligently to convert the twenty acre portion of the farm Winston kept for himself into a private retreat for more discerning men. With Washington an hour away and powerful men that need to have discretion in their life we decided to create a private haven for them to enjoy themselves. 'The Lodge' is scheduled to open in three months and we are already booked solid. 

But that is another story...