Date: Fri, 16 Jul 2010 15:19:42 -0700 (PDT)
From: Todd Carlos <toddstop@yahoo.com>
Subject: Undercover Ops, Chapter 6

	I woke up early in the morning feeling really good.  I slipped out
of the bed without waking Santos and studied him.  He was laying half on
his belly with one of his legs cocked up, the sheet barely covering his hot
ass.  His right arm hugged the pillow and the left reached for the
headboard.  I couldn't help checking out all the ink, my favorite geisha
girl with her little Mona Lisa smile.
	His dark, thick eyelashes fanned against his bronze cheek.  His
chest moved in slow and deep breaths.  It was crazy how things had changed
in just one day.  If the bad-ass thug Santos had been sexy the real Santos
was a hundred times more attractive.  I looked at him with wonder; he was
so perfect for me in a way I'd never anticipated.  His whole alpha male
attitude just got to me.  I wondered if things could ever work out for us.
	I went into the kitchen to make coffee, closing the bedroom door
behind me.  I stopped at the bathroom to pee and used a wet washcloth to
clean out the lube and come from my ass.  It really is a thin line between
love and hate, I thought as I prepped the coffee.  I opened the fridge and
tried to figure out what I could make him for breakfast.  I pulled out the
carton of eggs and decided to make what I knew best: scrambled eggs, bacon
and toast.  I had everything prepared in about fifteen minutes and heaped
the food onto two plates.  I got coffee for us and hoped Santos took his
black.
	I pushed the door to the bedroom open with my hip and cleared my
throat loudly.  I was still naked and I must've looked stupid trying to
balance two plates, cutlery and the coffee mugs.  Santos opened his eyes
and saw me, grinning wide as he turned and sat up.  I handed him one of the
plates and put the coffees on the nightstand.
	"Breakfast in bed?  I'm definitely keeping you."  He patted my ass
and helped me get situated with the food beside him.
	"Good morning," I said and dug in.  I was starving, the sandwiches
from the night before hadn't been enough.  Santos nodded at me with his
mouth full, a smile playing around the edges of his lips.
	"This is good, baby.  Thanks."  He sipped his coffee and watched me
while we ate.  It didn't take long for us to clear our plates, he must have
been hungry too.  I sat back with my coffee and sighed in contentment.
	"I like eating naked with you, Danny.  We should do this all the
time.  Plus," he grinned, "it makes it easier to get my dessert."  His hand
crept over to my cock which swelled at his touch.  "I love sucking your
cock," his eyes flashed from my crotch to my face and he gave me a cocky
smile.  "Almost as much as fucking your tight little ass."  He set his
coffee aside and bent to lick over my hardening shaft.
	"Yeah, Papi, suck me off."  I put my coffee down and caressed the
back of his head.  He moved and got between my legs.  He moved to my balls
and sucked each one into his mouth to excite me with his tongue.  I groaned
and let my fingers tangle in his hair.
	Santos held the base of my cock and plunged his head down onto it,
swallowing me to the root.  I moaned and thrashed my legs on the bed.  He
jammed his head up and down a few times as he held my balls in his hand,
away from my body.  He pulled off to admire my wet cock and jacked it in
his other hand.  He growled and swallowed it again.  "Fuck, Santos," I
swore and rolled my head on the pillow.
	He worked my cock with his lips and tongue slowly, letting his
teeth barely graze the sensitive skin at the ridge of my head.  It made me
shudder and press his head down.  He went back to hard plunges into his
throat accompanied by loud slurping sounds.  He gagged and shot off my
cock, a line of his spit spilling from his lips to slide along my cock and
flowing down around my sac.  He wiped the back of his hand over his mouth
and coughed.  He rolled to lay flat on the bed beside me.
	Tugging at my hip he said, "Get on top.  Fuck my face and come in
my mouth."  I moved over to straddle his chest.  My cock was so hard it
hurt, it was red and wet.  I guided it to his open mouth and rubbed the
head over his lips.  His tongue snaked out to taste me.  He looked so
wanton with my cock on his swollen lips, his eyes lust-glazed and barely
focused.  I leaned forward to support my weight on my arms and pushed my
cock into his mouth with my hips.
	I fucked him hard, making my balls grow tight and mashing against
his chin.  He sucked in air as he could and snorted it out through his nose
as I increased the pace of my thrusts.  He gagged a few times but only
urged me on with his hands on my hips.  I fed him my cock harder enjoying
the constriction of his throat on the end of my shaft.
	I didn't even realize he was jerking himself off until I felt the
splat of his come hitting my back and ass.  I realized he was coming and it
set me off.  It was like time froze as I pressed myself deep and the come
moved up from my balls like lava.  With a groan I shot into his throat and
took short thrusts that worked the tight entrance over the head of my cock.
	I barely finished when Santos pushed me off him.  I rolled over
onto my back as he took deep gusting breaths.  I collapsed into stupor and
stared at him lazily.  He rubbed his jaw and turned on his side to look at
me.
	"Shit, that was something."  He caressed my thigh with his hand.
	"Yeah it was, I wasn't too rough?"  I couldn't have moved for
anything right then.
	"Nah, you're big but I think we just proved I can handle it.  I
loved it."  He played with my balls and milked my shaft with his fingers as
he spoke.  A small drop of come pooled from the slit and he caught it on
his finger.  Bringing his finger to his mouth he sucked off my come and
moaned.
	"You get off on me fucking your throat, huh?"  He crawled up and
kissed me.
	"Oh yeah, big time.  Like you get off on me talking dirty."  He
collapsed on to his back beside me.  "Or how you love my dick in you.  You
know how many guys can come just from getting fucked?"  I drew my brows
together and shook my head no.  "Not many.  Now that makes me hot, makes me
feel like the man, that I can do that to you."  His big cock twitched where
it lay draped over his thigh and I knew he was getting hard again.
	"Don't even think about it."  I gave his cock a pointed look.
"It's already seven thirty.  I need to get in the shower and get to work.
Come on."  I pulled him up across the bed and dragged him with me into the
bathroom.

	I let Santos out the front door with a kiss and shut it behind him.
I glanced at the clock and saw it was now quarter to nine.  "Fuck!"  I
punched my lieutenant's number into my cordless phone and sweated through
the three rings.  Finally he picked up.
	"Lieutenant Mankey."
	"Hey LT, it's me Dan Bishop."
	"Good Morning, Bishop.  Glad to finally hear from you."  I never
should've brought Santos into the shower with me.  I was trying to be
expedient but it had backfired big time.
	"Yeah, sorry about that.  Guess I overslept.  What's my orders,
sir?"  He chuckled which alleviated my nervousness a bit.
	"Don't worry about it.  I want you to report to downtown today at
eleven.  See you then."
	"Yes, sir.  Sorry about being late, sir."  I could feel the blush
moving up my cheeks, embarrassed to be less than punctual.  Fucking Santos.
	"Like I said, don't worry about it.  You deserve a little leeway.
Just don't be late for this meeting."
	"Yes, sir.  See you at eleven."  He disconnected and I put the
phone on the counter, completely relieved.
	It had started out innocent enough, though Santos was already
half-boned when we got in the shower.  He washed my hair, his cock brushing
my thigh.  I washed his hair.  We kissed, just a quick peck on the lips in
gratitude.  I don't really remember how it went wrong.  The next thing I
knew we were really kissing and his tongue was halfway down my throat and
my leg was pulled up against his hip, our hard cocks grinding together.
	Santos yanked open the shower curtain and grabbed a tube of hand
lotion off the counter by the sink.  He shut the curtain and turned us
around so the spray of water hit his back.  "You know I'm going to fuck
you, right?"  I nodded as I ran a hand over his chest and toyed with one of
his nipples, all thoughts about work flown from my head.  "Turn around."
He was already pouring the thick white lotion into his hand.
	I faced the back wall of the tile cubicle and braced my hands
against it, sticking my ass out in offer.  He pushed two slimy fingers into
me and twisted them, coating the ring of muscles at my opening.  His cock
was already nudging at my hole before he completely withdrew his fingers.
He invaded me with steady pressure.  When I had all of his big cock inside
me, we both groaned and he leaned forward to press his chest against my
back.  His arms came around me and he moved his cock in short strokes
inside me.
	I used one hand to hold his arm against my chest and it was on.  He
held my waist in position with his other arm and fucked the hell out of me.
I was spewing come long before he was finished and just held on through the
last ten minutes of a brutal fucking.  He slowly withdrew his softening
dick and grabbed the soap to wash my chest, belly and crotch.  I pushed his
load out of my ass and felt it slide down the inside of my thigh to be
washed away.  We didn't say another word until we'd finished washing.
	As we were drying Santos took my hand and kissed me sweetly.
"Thanks for that.  I don't think I could've left without hitting that one
more time."  He slapped my ass and I just shook my head.  What was there to
say?
	I got to work with time to spare and waited around until it was
time for my meeting.  I was surprised when Lieutenant Mankey brought me to
the same conference room as the last meeting and found the same group of
people assembled.  The brass and the feds, back for more.
	"Officer Bishop, thank you for meeting with us," the captain said.
She was wearing a power- suit and her hair pulled back into a tight bun.
"We've had an unusual proposition and we'd like to hear your opinion on the
matter."  She gestured to the guy from Homeland Security.
	"Mr. Bishop."  He nodded at me in greeting.  "We've been informed
that your continued help in the case we're building would be appreciated.
It seems that you are a recognized individual among the criminals we are
investigating and your sudden disappearance would reflect negatively on one
of our agents.  Therefore, we have proposed to your superiors that we would
appreciate your assistance at certain times in the future."
	"They want," the LT said with a significant look, "you to work with
them when they need you."
	"Essentially, yes.  That's what we have proposed."  The guy from
Homeland Security acted like he couldn't have cared less.
	"So, what'll I do in the meantime?"  I questioned the room.
	"You will work on various assignments that will keep you off the
street.  When you are needed for these extra duties you will work with the
investigators at their discretion.  What are your feelings on this, Officer
Bishop?"  The captain cut straight to the point.
	"I'm all for it, I guess.  Whatever I can do to help," I shrugged.
	"Excellent!" The fed stood.  "Thank you all for meeting like this.
I'll have my staff contact you with further details.  Have a good day."
The guy took off like he couldn't wait to get out of the room.  The rest of
us stayed and made plans.  Eventually I was stuck in Computer Crimes, going
through reams of credit card information that had been stolen and used
online.  It was so boring I wanted to cry, but I just ducked my head and
waded through it.
	In the afternoon my phone rang and I saw that it was Santos and got
a little jolt of excitement.  I answered the phone, "Hey, Papi, what're you
doing?"
	"Thinking about you...  Did you get any interesting propositions
today?"
	"Yeah, thanks for that.  How'd you get it all set up so fast?"
	"I had Michelle on it last night when I first heard.  Couldn't have
you taken off the case, baby."
	"Ah, what a sweet guy.  When can I see you again?"  I was holding
the phone close and talking softly so I wouldn't be overheard by the
detectives in the cubicles around me.
	"I don't know, kid.  I'm planning a trip to Mexico next week, so
then for sure.  I'll have to let you know if we can meet up before then.
Listen, I have to go.  We'll talk soon, okay?"
	"Okay.  Bye."  I wasn't ready to hang up and we both lingered
silently for a minute.
	"Bye, kid.  Be careful and take care of yourself."  He hung up and
I looked at the phone.  This whole situation sucked.  I got up and went
down the hall to the break room, needing to get away.
	The whole investigation couldn't last forever.  I'd have to talk
more with Santos to see if there was an end in sight.  I could live with
the wait.  I needed to decide if he was worth it, examine my feelings for
him.  Basically I'd need to have a long talk with Santos to figure out what
I should do, if we could talk long enough without heading to the bedroom.