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Date: Sun, 14 Jan 1996 14:58:51 UTC
Subject: secret agent man (mm)
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The following story depicts sex between two consenting adult males.  If that
offends you, or you are under 18 please don't read any further.  I like
James Bond stories and thought it would be nice to have a hero for our
kind---let me know what you think.





Gregory enjoyed risking his life.  It made his blood boil, and anything that
did that was all he asked out of life.  His life as a diplomatic courier had
put his life at risk a number of times, just like tonight.  
	A dim image of his steel grey eyes reflected back from the porthole of the
ocean liner as he gazed out at the churning sea.  He was three days from
Paris, and already all communication with his fellow agents had been cut
off.  He pushed a lock of his heavy black hair from over his eye and lay
back down on his state room bed.  He lit his last 3 Castles and inhaled
deeply, the sweet smoke steadying his nerves.
	At the knock on his door Gregory shouted "Come."  The door opened and the
steward entered carrying a covered tray, dinner for the traveling gourmet.
As the steward began setting the dinner on the table Gregory let his eyes
rove all over the young Frenchman's body.  The liner's uniform was of the
old school, the tail-less red cutaway the standard coat for a steward, and
on this young man it highlighted a narrow waist, long legs, and graceful
hands.  Gregory felt the blood temperature rise.  He wasn't sure whether it
was his sixth sense for danger or just the incredible magnetism flowing from
the young steward.
	"Will there be anything else, monsieur?"
	"I don't know," Gregory began, "what else comes with dinner?"
	A brief smile played across the young man's lips.  "I am Phillipe, and I am
at your service."
	"Let's see how your service measures up," said Gregory.  In one smooth
movement he stubbed his cigarette out in the ashtray next to the bed and
rose to his feet.  He walked slowly and deliberately towards the table and
Phillipe.  Gregory extended his strong left hand and gently lifted
Phillipe's chin ever so slightly.  He brought his parted lips to the young
Frenchman's and brushed the lips together gently.  Phillipe's mouth opened
slightly, letting the tip of his tongue free and Gregory wasted no time in
sucking the morsel into an embrace with his own.
	Phillipe wrapped his slim arms around Gregory's muscular body and began
kissing in earnest.  Gregory felt further downward, rubbing gently the erect
nipples through the thin dress shirt, then further, cupping the growing
erection in the tight slacks.  Phillipe was panting as he pulled off his tux
coat.  Gregory stepped back and let Phillipe strip, pushing down dress pants
to reveal a long, thin, and very hard cock bobbing in the dim state room
light.  
	Gregory opened the front of his black denim jeans and released his prick.
It was only half-hard, but already at least 10 inches long.  Phillipe stared
in amazement as it continued to throb and rise, growing maybe another inch
as it attained full erection.
	"Do you think you can handle it?"  said Gregory.
	"I'll try," said Phillipe as he knelt down in front of Gregory.  He wrapped
both of his hands around the length of Gregory's impressive penis.  His lips
parted again letting his tongue snake out and do a seductive dance all over
the throbbing red head of Gregory's dong.  The tongue poked the pee-hole
before the lips parted and stretched trying to take the entire apple-sized
head of the inflamed prick in his mouth.
	Gregory groaned as he felt the wet warmth of Phillipe's lips surround the
tip of his prick and slowly slide until the lips formed a tight circle just
below the cock's corona.  Gregory's dick swelled with passion.  The heat of
Phillipe's mouth was incredible, and the sensation of his talented tongue
swabbing the fat underside of Gregory's dickhead was intense.  Phillipe
tilted his head back slightly, a silent invitation to Gregory to slide more
of the mammoth fuckstick down the Frenchman's gullet.  
	Gregory gently stroked Phillipe's face with his right hand, cupping him
under the chin with his left as he began an easy fuck in and out of the slim
face.  Phillipe's prick pulsed with excitement and oozed slick secretions as
his mouth worked the studmeat to a feverish frenzy.
	Phillipe's hands undid the top button of the denims and slid the jeans down
to the floor, keeping his thick, passionate lips ever in motion on the hot
cock.  He then reached around and cupped Gregory's muscular asscheeks in
each hand, forcing the long shaft deep into his throat, causing the pubic
hair to brush up against his nose.
	Phillipe continued digging his hands into Gregory's ass crack finally
finding it's goal; the tight sphincter of Gregory's cunt.  Phillipe's middle
digit began to dig into the tight hole.
	"Ummmh--," Gregory moaned, thrilling to the new sensations that further
excited his heated cock.  This was one feeling that he had to explore
further.  He slid his dripping penis from the french embrace and turned away
from Phillipe.  Bending slightly at the waist he grabbed each cheek and
pulled them away from his asshole, offering to Phillipe.
	Phillipe wasted no time in burying his face in the musky warmth of
Gregory's asscrack.  His tongue pushed against the tight muscle of the
bunghole, insisting to be admitted.  And it was.
	Gregory inhaled sharply as the Frenchman's tongue began inching up his
shit-chute.  The sensual dance of Phillipe's tongue around the walls of
Gregory's asshole and rectum was building into an earthquake.  The rumbling
began in his balls as the wet tongue vibrated deep in his butt.  Gregory was
much too turned on to come so quickly.  He straightened up, pulling his ass
away from Phillipe's hungry mouth.
	The sensations from the Frenchman's tongue in his ass vibrated throughout
Gregory's body.  "Lie down on that bed," Gregory softly commanded, pointing
toward the small stateroom bed.
	Phillipe, slightly dizzy with lust, complied, lay down and spread his legs
high above his head, his tight, brown, hairless mancunt glistened and winked
at Gregory. 
	Gregory knelt over Phillipe and brought his face in-between the slim
buttocks of the Frenchman.  His tongue extended slowly toward the tiny
rosebud, licking the dew from its petals.  "My dick will never fit into
that," Gregory mused, "but I'm sure going to try."
	Gregory's tongue began an all-out assault on the butthole, running around
the rim, then darting the tip in and quickly withdrawing.  Phillipe grabbed
at Gregory's hair and pressed his ass up closer to the handsome man's face,
the Frenchman's slim prick achingly hard and leaking steadily.
	Gregory's tongue plunged in further, tasting the tangy sourness of the
asshole.  His lips sucked at the sphincter as his tongue began fucking the
asshole like it was a small, pink dick. 
	"No more," moaned Phillipe, "I must have it!"
	Gregory was eager to comply.  His own cock had been leaking a pool of
precum on the stateroom sheets.  He rose up to his knees and grasped his
throbbing penis in both hands, lining the massive head up to the tiny slick
hole of the Frenchman. 
	He rubbed it around, feeling the resistance of Phillipe's sphincter as well
as collecting the lubrication of his own spit.  Then he pressed forward.
	At first it seemed impossible that a hole this small could ever allow
access to something so big.  Gregory's apple-sized dickhead continued to
press, steadily, firmly against the asshole, knowing of the sweet yielding
that must come.  The sphincter began to widen out, forming an almost perfect
"O" as it began to stretch around the massive meat.  
	Phillipe let out a sigh so quiet it seemed almost a breath.  The ring of
his ass had reached full dilation and Gregory's dickhead slid in.  The
asshole snapped quickly just behind the flare of the cock crown and it was
Gregory's turn to sigh.  The heat from the asshole was intense.  Then
Gregory began the seemingly impossible task of putting more dick into an
asshole stretched to the limit. Gregory began to press again and inch the
thick cockmeat deeper into the horniest asshole on the seven seas.  
	Phillipes hard penis bobbed and beat against Gregory's belly as the
muscular man began to make short pulsing thrusts with his dick.  The cock
inched slowly deeper with each pulse, and Phillipe was tossing his head from
side to side.
	A thin sheen of sweat had broken out over the two men's bodies and
Gregory's dick was almost halfway in.  He pulled back slightly.  The thought
of losing the delicious fullness the sweet cock caused him was too much for
Phillipe.  With reckless passion he grasped Gregory's buttcheeks in each
hand and pulled Gregory's dick the rest of the way into his clasping asshole.
	Gregory nearly lost his load as his dickhead wedged up high in the
Frenchman's back.  Phillipe was nearly delirious, muttering something in
French ass he rocked his ass slightly back and forth into Gregory's crotch,
letting Gregory's pubic hair tickle his testicles.
	Gregory slowly drew back, the Frenchman's pussy clinging hungrily to the
thick shaft, as if it had a mind of its own and its mind said "don't let
go!"  When Gregory's head was once again just inside the taut muscle of
Phillipe's sphincter he paused.  Then with animalistic passion he drove his
cock home, deeply, completely penetrating Phillipe's clasping ass.
	Phillipe's cock responded with a squirt of precum.  The dew spurted all the
way onto Gregory's lower lip.  From there Gregory's tongue conveyed into his
mouth and relished the salty taste of French cock-juice.  Gregory began
running his hands up Phillipe's chest, playing around the nipples, now erect
from such intense arousal.
	Grabbing a nipple between his index finger and thumb, Gregory began rolling
it back and forth.  Electricity shot from Phillipe's nipple and echoed
through his body, bouncing off the massive prick in his mancunt to finally
emerge as a whimper from his trembling lips. 
	Gregory lent down and planted his mouth firmly over Phillipe's.  Their
tongues began an erotic battle of dominance, and Gregory could taste the
faint remnants of his own ass and precum in Phillipe's mouth.  The heady
bouqet mad his knees a little weak and spurred his determination that
Phillipe was going to cum just from having his ass fucked.
	His open mouth slid down to Phillipe's nipples and Gregory began a frantic
full-length thrusting in and out of the tight hole of Phillipe's ass.  The
Frenchman's prick was leaking copiously and jumping up and down.  It would
slam first into Gregory's belly, splattering the clear precum, then drop
back down to Phillipe's soaked belly.
	Gregory grabbed a hand full of Phillipe's lubricant and smeared it over
Phillipe's panting mouth.  The Frenchman greedily licked at his own spunky
fluid, sucking Gregory's digits into his mouth as well, not wanting to lose
any of the male-liquid.
	Gregory relished the sensations as Phillipe's asshole began a rhythmic
clasping and releasing, a sign of the Frenchman's impending and inescapable
orgasm.  Gregory thrust harder, wanting to reach his own peak simultaneously.
	The thrusts were much shorter and harder now.  But the giant cock was
buried so deeply up the spasming ass that each thrust sent vibrations into
Phillipe's lower rib cage.
	Phillipe was beyond human recall.  His eyes rolled back, showing almost all
white and his lips trembled in heightened lust.  His hands flew up and down
Gregory's muscled back as the Frenchman thrust his hips up, begging for more
of that exquisite cock to be buried in his guts.  Phillipe's nipples glowed
with red hot intensity as a warm feeling built like a ball of fire in his
ass, spread up his back and around front to his balls.	
	Phillipe could feel the heat steal up the lenght of his slender, throbbing
penis, finally spilling out in a pulsing of semen that laid a ropy strand
from his dick-head to his own chin.  Gregory could feel the swelling of
Phillipes prick as well as the spasmatic flutterings of the French sphincter
around his hefty cock.  He allowed himself then, and only then to  be pulled
into the whirlpool of Phillipe's orgasm.
	Gregory thrust forward with all his strength, nearly knocking them both off
the bed, and held steady.  His cock, already immense, swelled another size
in the wet, pusling orifice and then unloaded.
	Volley after volley of white hot fluid shot deep into the Frenchman's ass,
causing Phillipe's orgasm to intensify further.  The French prick spewed
it's copious load out between the men's bodies and Gregory's eyes were
forced into a squint by the intense pleasure of shooting his thick load into
the hungry man-cunt.
	They held together, trembling, for several minutes, before Gregory pulled
his long cock out of Phillipe.  A torrent of cum followed from the vacated
hole that was too stretched to close immediately.  Phillipe whimpered once
more and began smearing his own load over his chest, rubbing it into his
nipples.
	Gregory stood, still naked, and pick up a Three Castles from the table.  He
looked out the porthole as he lit the cigarette, inhaled deeply and then let
the smoke out slowly from his lungs.
	He spoke. "Phillipe? The sheets are filthy.  I expect you back here in an
hour with fresh sheets." Gregory paused for the harshness of his words to
sink in to Phillipe's dazed senses.  "And, oh yes, bring a bottle of
Henninger 1973...and two glasses."
 
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