Date: Wed, 4 Apr 2007 11:42:56 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jacksantoro1@yahoo.com>
Subject: Arrest Record, Part 10, Adult Firends, 10/?

Arrest Record, Part 10
By Jacksantoro1@ yahoo.com

	We got away early the following morning, shooting up
I-25 towards Denver. Driving through northern New
Mexico was very pleasant, as there was hardly any
traffic north of Santa Fe. By this time we were very
well coordinated, and we drove with Amir leading by
several miles and we took turns closing with him and
dropping back to make sure nobody else was shadowing
him. In the sparse traffic, we were one hundred
percent certain that he did not have a tail on him.
	We stopped at Springer, a small town some miles south
of the Colorado state line, for brunch, including
delicious Colombian coffee. Then we got on the road
again, and we arrived at our destination in Denver
shortly before 2 P.M., having avoided the horrendous
traffic jam north of Colorado Springs. Amir was
already in his room and again Ted and Paul joined him.
We'd decided that their technique of taking down a
suspect was the best, and they happily agreed to take
this duty for the rest of the operation. Adams and
Spicer took a room down the hall and Harold, Ed, and I
took the room next door.
	The contact was supposed to phone Amir the next day,
which meant that we had the afternoon free. Our room
had two queen size beds and we stripped down and sat
down on the edge of the one nearest the door.
	"I bet you and Ed had some fun together," said
Harold.
	"We did," I replied. "We went head to head."
	"That's nice but I really love sucking on those uncut
cocks," Harold said. His prick was already
half-swollen with anticipation. "I love sticking my
tongue inside those long skins." He bent over and took
my soft prick into his mouth. I felt his tongue
probing the end of my foreskin nipple, working its way
inside. My prick rose to meet him and as it firmed up
his tongue-tip insinuated itself deeper until it was
tickling my slit. Ed reached down and began squeezing
Harold's big circumcised helmet, bringing it to full
hardness. We'd let Harold bring us both to orgasm
first while we maintained his erection with the
squeezes.
	Squeezing his tip stimulated the bulbo-cavernal
reflex deep inside him, making his prick throb and
keeping him hard. However, there was no danger of him
shooting off prematurely with this technique. We
wanted to keep him hard as long as possible while he
extracted our orgasms from us because we knew that the
longer his period of excitement, the harder and more
intense his orgasm would be.
	"Harold's always got good technique," Ed commented as
he watched Harold work on my prick. Now Harold was
holding my prick by the shaft with his right hand to
steady it while he pushed his tongue farther into my
hood. His left hand cupped my balls, which were
rapidly tightening against my body as my excitement
mounted. I lay flat on my back, enjoying the
sensations.
	"I lay on my back too when he does me," Ed added.
"I'm just like you. My legs turn to jelly when I
come." Now Harold's thick tongue was stretching my
long hood as it worked around my rim, stretching the
nerve endings and making me sigh with delight. The
thick warm tip of his tongue lovingly caressed my rim
and then worked down to the underside, strumming my
frenulum and making me gasp.
	Now Harold was ready to bring me to the peak, for his
strong fingers stripped my hood back from the head,
revealing the flaring corona and the deep groove
behind it. His lips locked behind my rim and he began
twisting his head, providing the delicious sideways
friction that accelerated my climb to the summit. I
felt my prick swelling even more, becoming more rigid
as it attained its final hardness. Harold lifted his
head for a moment and I felt him start to pump my
foreskin in short strokes over the rim as he spoke:
	"I felt your helmet getting harder. It's really dark
purple now and You're ready to shoot your cream. I'll
give you the same double action as before because I
know that really turns you and Ed on." His lips closed
over the blunt front dome of my helmet, continuing the
same sideways friction he'd been giving my corona, and
his fingers kept up the pumping action, bringing my
thick fleshy hood rolling up over my flaring rim and
back down again. This was a very effective technique
because while his lips were giving me a tickling
feeling in my dome, a similar intense tickle was
developing in my crown.
	My eyes closed as my breathing became more rapid
under the intense stimulation. Harold's technique was
very hot and I knew that, although I was trying to
stay relaxed, he'd have me over the top within
seconds. The tickling feeling in my helmet spread and
I felt my legs start trembling as the orgasm
approached.
	The tickle grew si intense that I began moaning, and
then it felt like my entire helmet exploded in
sensation. Hot sparks shot through it, producing an
intense tingle that made me cry out in joyful agony as
it triggered the reflex deep inside me. The first
spasm went through me like a hot wave and I felt my
urethra fill with burning liquid that shot up my
prick, slamming through the pouting lips of my orifice
and into Harold's mouth.
	I cried out again as another spasm shook me and sent
the second hot torrent gushing up through my straining
prick. The combination of Harold's hot lips on my tip
and the rolling, compressing action of my hood around
the rim fueled my fire, and I shuddered with another
hot ejaculation.
	Now my helmet suddenly became very sensitive, too
sensitive to tolerate continued friction, but Harold
sensed this and removed his lips from its dome as he
yanked my foreskin back hard to bare the entire glans
and groove. The tension stretched the nerve endings
inside my foreskin and frenulum. Another spasm wracked
me deep inside, and the fourth discharge blew through
my turgid and throbbing prick. I grunted hard as
another load poured up my urethra, and I felt a
momentary flick of Harold's tongue as he deftly licked
it from my pouting meatus.
	Several more contractions expelled the last of my
load and my orgasm stopped, fading into nothingness as
my tortured body began to relax. I floated in the
limbo of the afterglow, gradually returning to full
consciousness, and finally I opened my eyes and said:
	"That was awesome, exciting, really heavenly." Harold
leaned toward my face, kissing me tenderly on the
lips, and I hugged him to be for almost a minute. I
heard Ed's voice in the background:
	"You really blew your load there. He drained you."
Now Harold began milking my urethra, pushing out the
residue that he avidly licked from my slit as it
emerged. My tip had lost its excessive sensitivity as
my prick had softened, and the sensation was very
pleasant. When he'd drained me he gently pulled my
foreskin up to cover the head and turned his attention
to Ed, who was still gently and rhythmically squeezing
his glans.
	Harold's helmet was a beautiful purple, fully
distended, and I took over squeezing it as Ed lay flat
on his back and parted his legs. A drop of clear
liquid had parted the lips of Harold's long slit, and
I licked it away, relishing its salty taste, as Harold
turned his attentions to Ed's hot hard prick. Ed's
foreskin still covered the entire head, forming a
pucker in front, as Harold began working his tongue
inside the orifice. I watched Ed's pucker stretch as
Harold's tongue probed deeply, seeking out his slit.
Ed sighed as Harold's tongue-tip traced small circles
around his slit.
	Now Harold slipped his hand between Ed's thighs,
cupping his balls, which were already tight from
excitement. I saw Harold's tongue pushing farther into
Ed's foreskin, stretching it as it probed for the
large nerve-studded corona. Harold's tongue swirled
around the head, caressing the sides as well as the
rim, and then I saw the distention of the foreskin
under the head as Harold swiped his tongue across Ed's
gee-string.
	"Awwww, that feels so good," Ed moaned as Harold kept
stimulating his hot spots. Now Harold slowly skinned
him back and the gloriously purple helmet came into
view, wet and inviting.
	"I love that smell," Harold exclaimed as the hot man
smell from Ed's glans and foreskin filled the air.
	"It is sexy," I agreed. "Now do the same to him as
you did to me." Harold stretched Ed's foreskin all the
way back, baring the deep groove behind the head, and
I saw that Ed's helmet was so dark a shade of purple
that the back of the rim was almost black.
	"His dick and tip are so hard now," Harold murmured
just before lowering his lips to engulf the front dome
of the glans. His right hand began to pump Ed's
foreskin, bringing it up over the flaring corona and
then back down, caressing and compressing the many
nerve endings inside it. He now twisted his head to
give Ed the same delicious sideways friction that had
helped drive me over the edge, and Ed started moaning.
He'd been hard longer than I had, and was primed for
orgasm. It would take Harold less time to make him
come than it has taken for me.
	I watched, fascinated, as Harold lovingly ministered
to Ed's prick. I kept squeezing Harold's glans, giving
him the sensations he needed to remain fully hard as
he concentrated on his task. Ed's head rocked from
side to side, and I saw his legs begin to tremble.
Ed's moans grew louder and I knew he was on his way.
	Ed cried out suddenly and I saw Harold's Adam's apple
bob as he swallowed hard. He skinned Ed's prick back
and lifted his head slightly, and I saw the bottom of
the helmet, wet and throbbing. Ed grunted hard and
Harold swallowed again. Ed's fists clenched as he shot
his third load into Harold's waiting mouth, and then
Harold lifted his head. He had Ed's prick skinned all
the way back, and I saw the dark purple helmet dip as
the tension on the gee-string pulled it down. Another
jet erupted from the long slit, shooting into Harold's
waiting lips.
	Ed's straining prick spewed another load, and the
odor of chlorine filled the air. Despite my very
recent orgasm, I felt my prick stirring at the
exciting spectacle. Ed's wet purple helmet strained as
it shot another rope of cream into Harold's mouth, and
then began a steady dribble. Thick cream seeped
between the long lips as Harold's tongue-tip flicked
delicately over them, lapping up the savory juice. The
discharge lost its milkiness, and I knew that Ed had
drained his tanks.
	Ed was very still as his prick began to subside. I
asked Harold:
	"Do you want me to make you come now, or wait until
Ed's fully recovered?" I thought that, as he'd been
hard the longest, he might be urgently needing relief.
	"I can wait a couple of minutes," he said. "I know Ed
would love to watch."
	I got up and retrieved a bottle of Astroglide from my
bag and squirted a few drops on Harold's large,
bulging helmet, spreading it lightly over the contours
but being careful not to apply any pressure. I wanted
Harold to last until Ed was able to witness his
climax, because we all enjoyed the others' orgasms
vicariously
	"Hey, Harold, that was wonderful," Ed said as he got
up on an elbow and leaned over Harold, who had
meanwhile taken a supine position on the bed. He
kissed Harold on the lips and then reached down to cup
his tight sac.
	"Now it's your turn, buddy, and we're going to give
you a hot one." Now that Ed was actively taking part,
I grasped Harold's prick behind the head with my right
hand and began stroking the lubricated organ, working
up from the circumcision scar to compress and caress
the rim with the sideways stroke that turned us all on
powerfully. I placed my left palm over the front dome
of Harold's helmet and began working in small circles,
giving him additional stimulation. The twisting action
focused on the scar ring and the sensitive tissues
between it and the rim, as well as the nerve studded
corona itself.
	"That really gets to me," Harold whispered as his
body absorbed the sensations. "I love what you're
doing to me." Ed's skilled fingers gently kneaded
Harold's testicles inside their tight sac.
	Harold's engorged glans felt hard in my encircling
fingers, and it had darkened a couple of shades since
I'd begun. I knew he was in the final stage of
excitement before release, and his prick was no doubt
aching for relief. I kept working my palm over the
front of his lubricated glans and felt more lube
seeping from his slit to make it more slippery. I saw
his stomach muscles tighten, and his lips drew back
from his teeth.
	Harold's sudden cry filled the air as his prick
throbbed in my hand. A thick gush of hot cream spurted
against my palm as he blew his first load. I saw the
thick white discharge leaking from between my palm and
his front dome as his straining prick throbbed again
and added to the volume. I kept up the twisting action
on his scar and rim, feeding his sensations, and felt
another throb as the odor of chlorine hit my nostrils.
Harold's cream was now flowing down his helmet,
seeping between my fingers as I massaged his prick.
The thick fluid served as lubricant and his shaft and
rim became very slick as I continued to stroke them.
	"Beautiful," Ed said. Ed's eyes, like mine, were
fixed on Harold's handsome prick, with its big purple
helmet standing out proudly at the top of his straight
shaft, pumping out its fluids.
	Harold was moaning steadily now, completely submerged
in the sensations of his orgasm, and I felt his prick
throb again and again. Each throb was slightly weaker
than the last, until they eased altogether. Ed and I
exchanged glances, awed at having witnessed Harold's
orgasm. It was always the same. We never ceased to be
enthralled by giving another man an orgasm and
watching its effects.
	Ed's glance dropped to my groin, where I had a full
erection just from watching and feeling Harold lose
his load. I knew I wasn't ready to unload again so
soon after having drained myself, but the vicarious
thrill I'd gotten from bringing him to climax had had
its effect on me. Ed felt some of this too, because I
noted that his helmet was bulging through the long
covering tube of skin.
	We hugged and kissed on the bed for several minutes,
happy that we had shared the joy of orgasm together. I
was very gratified that Ed, Harold, and I got along
very well professionally as well as physically. I
think they were too.
	After a short rest, we showered and got dressed
again. Harold drove to the airport, as the Gulfstream
had followed us, to get the latest transcripts and any
other information that had arrived. Later, we met in
the hotel dining room, after having provided for
dinner for two to be sent up to us, which I delivered
to Amir's room so that he and Paul could eat. After
placing our orders, we began panning the next stage in
the operation. Harold kicked off the discussion with
his report:
	"The transcripts didn't show anything interesting,
but we tracked down the person in Albuquerque whose
phone number Habash had in his personal phone book. We
placed a tap on it but there was no conversation that
indicated he had any task to watch the contact there.
We'll continue the tap in case this guy's connected
with a terrorist cell there."
	"If he is," I said, "we should take him down in a few
days so that we could question him and maybe find out
more. We could ask him about other members of his
cell, and of course track them through their phone
numbers too. Searching his place might turn up
something interesting, like it did with Habash."
	"We hit Habash pretty hard with the drugs," Ted told
us. "He's young, and his system can stand up well to
the combination of stimulants and depressives we
pumped into him. We got a couple of names out of him,
but we don't think we ought to act right now.
Arresting too many people might alert the people who
control the network, and we'd lose half of them
because they'd run for cover."
	"I'll buy that," Ed said. "I think we'd better round
up the members who were ready to act on this phase
before we try anything more extensive. Anyway, this is
just my guess, and I'll admit it's a calculated risk."
	"We've got one sure thing going for us," Ted
interjected. "We've got the canisters and they don't.
That's our big safety valve, even if everything else
goes to shit."
	"Anything new about those canisters?" I asked Harold.
We'd sent them back east for scrutiny by scientists at
Fort Detrick, the U. S. Army's biological warfare
center.
"Nothing definite," he answered. The report I received
stated that it's something they've never seen before.
It's certainly not one of ours. It resembles the Ebola
Virus a little." This news was scary. Ebola was as
deadly as HIV, faster acting, and much more
contagious.
"Well, now we know they didn't steal it from us," Ted
concluded.
"That's both good news and bad news," Ed told him. "It
means our biological warfare security is good, but it
also means that they got it from someplace else. Right
now we have no way of telling what their source was.
It could have been the Russians, the Chinese, or
several other possible sources."
"On top of that," I contributed, " we absolutely have
no way of telling if they have any more of this stuff,
or if that was all they had. Maybe they shot their
load, or maybe not." This was the big unknown, and it
weighed on all our minds.
"It doesn't take all that much to set up a clandestine
biological laboratory, and slightly more to set up a
production facility, Ed said. "With all the anxiety
about terrorists obtaining nuclear weapons, the real
threat is biological ones. They're much easier to
produce from scratch. You need a tremendous industrial
plant to make nukes. We know that people from Middle
Eastern countries have gone to college in America and
in Europe, studying microbiology. They've learned
enough to start a program for a terrorist
organization."
"I can believe that," Ted said. "There's another
reason this worries me. "More than any other type of
weapon, biological ones are indiscriminate. There's a
real danger of blowback."
"Blowback?" Harold asked.
	"Yeah, that's when it comes back to you," Ted
replied. "Even nuclear weapons are local in effect,
except for the fallout plume. Chemical weapons
dissipate quickly. Biologicals, though, can spread
literally all over the world, and this is why the
countries that had them in both world wars didn't dare
use them. Throw some shit at your enemy and next week
it comes back to infect you. National boundaries don't
stop them. Neither does barbed wire."
	"I read something a few years ago about the ideal
biological weapon," Spicer said. "It would have to be
fatal or severely disabling, very contagious, and have
a long incubation period. That way, infected people
would continue spreading it before they got sick, and
then there would be mass casualties."
	"Do you think terrorists are more likely to prefer
biological weapons," Adams asked.
	"I think they do," Ted elaborated. "That's what
scares me. I don't mind admitting I'm scared.
Remember, they didn't use them in the big wars because
they were afraid of blowback? Well, the terrorists
don't see it that way. They don't care if their own
people get infected and die. They'd be martyrs for the
cause. They don't care if innocent people die. To
them, that's okay because they've said `Nobody is
neutral,' and they mean exactly that."
	"They're not the only ones who think that way," I
told him. "In this country, some political movements
have used slogans like `If you're not part of the
solution you're part of the problem' and `You're
either for us or against us,' and similar slogans."
	"That's right," said Ted. "Some people used slogans
like that, but they didn't kill people. The terrorists
will. Hell, they'll sacrifice their own lives, so they
won't hesitate to sacrifice others, even their own
relatives."
	"Fuck me," said Ed. "This is hopeless." I didn't say
anything, but I, too, felt a pang of despair.
	"No, I don't think it's hopeless," responded Ted.
"They want us to think it's hopeless. You know, I lost
my wife in the 9/11 attack, and for a while I was
depressed and thought it was hopeless. I was wrong. If
we give in to that, they win. We can't let them win."
	"Yes, they're human beings like us, they bleed the
same when cut, but their way of thinking is alien," I
said.
	"Well, I'd better get back," Ted announced. "I've
still got to set up the tape recorder and headphones
on the room telephone. Amir's contact will be calling
tomorrow and I want to be ready."


Continued in Part 11