Date: Sat, 17 Oct 2015 04:54:42 -0400
From: Milford Slabaugh <tommyhawk1@aol.com>
Subject: Special Agent

                          SPECIAL AGENT
                      By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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     Finn (not his real name, but it's all he'd admit to while on duty as
an agent for the CIA) drove his Lincoln up to the back of the old
warehouse. His outer demeanor never changed, you'd never guess from looking
at him that he was in constant contact with his supervisor, a man he'd
never met (only heard from) and who went by the name of "Claude." Another
name with no basis and no proof and no further detail to it. As for his
contact with Claude, he had a tiny implanted phone ensconced just in front
of his right ear, it fed its speaker into his inner ear and its microphone
into his larynx so that the barest whisper of his was communicated to
Claude who could speak to him in complete privacy even in a crowd. Not that
privacy was a problem here, nobody was around, nobody at all. At times like
this, he wondered if the Central Intelligence Agency should have the middle
word removed from its title as an oxymoron!
     Another car approached from the other end of the alley.
     "That's your contact." Claude told Finn. "Just follow him into the
warehouse, he knows where to go. Leave your heat in the car, you're a pair
of innocent civilians on this one."
     "Understood." Finn responded subvocally, all he needed to do with the
comm implant.
     The man who got out of the Cadillac could have been Finn's double, he
was equally as tall as Finn's six foot three, equally as broad-shouldered,
slim-hipped, and filled out his dark business suit (dark gray, Finn's was
dark blue) with the flattering fit that said that underneath the material,
there dwelt the form of a living god! If the man had had dark brown hair
like Finn's and dark brown eyes as well, instead of being sandy-blond with
green eyes, he would have been a perfect double.
     The man stopped about five feet away from Finn and gave a grave nod of
greeting which Finn returned.
     "You can call me Wade." the man told Finn.
     "Finn." Finn gave his own moniker.
     "This way." Wade led him into the warehouse, using a key. Inside,
instead of opening into the main area of the warehouse, Finn found himself
inside an office that appeared to have been abandoned some years ago. Its
lone items of content were a battered wooden desk perhaps five feet by
three feet in size that stood in the geometric center of the room, and a
hanging rack with some half-dozen forgotten clothes hangers dangling from
it. Nothing else, unless you counted a tattered notice of Worker's Rights
that promised every worker a living minimum wage of $1.57 per hour that was
tacked to one wall.
     "Now what?" he subvocalized to Claude.
     "This man has information we need." Claude told him. "But first we
must make sure that this isn't some sort of trap."
     "I'm listening."
     "Check the man for wires." Claude told him. "He's a member of an
unfriendly force, so check very carefully. Don't miss anything."
     Finn reached for the other man who reached for him. "I'm going to
search you for wires." he told Wade.
     "That's what I'm going to do." Wade said to him. Finn wasn't worried
about his contact with "Claude," not only was the surgery practically
impossible to detect, it wasn't even a "wiretap" within the meaning of the
term. He could communicate with Claude who could communicate with him. Any
other party's actions weren't transmitted, Claude could only hear Finn, and
nobody else. Finn didn't doubt that this "Wade" character had something
similar under his own skin.
     In quiet determination, the two men began to pull each other's jackets
off. Neither made any attempt to hinder the other, but didn't aid
either. As a result, they ended up stripping each other at the same time,
arms around each other, the jackets ending up at their waists behind them,
whereupon each man lifted the jacket away with their right hand only and
searched them thoroughly for anything that might have been sewn into the
fabric. Then their hands went back up to each other's ties. Again, neither
man helped or resisted, as their ties were undone and joined the jackets on
the desktop. Their eyes were intent for any hint of a listening device, for
Finn knew full well how small that modern technology could make the
devices. He'd have to study this man's body very carefully.
     The shirt buttons were suspect, he examined each as he undid them, as
best he could for Wade was working his over at the same time and their
faces were side-by-side. The aroma of Wade's aftershave was crisp and musky
in his nostrils, an incredibly masculine scent. He wondered with that part
of his mind that stayed aloof throughout all his duties if he dared ask
Wade what aftershave he was using, it was tremendously alluring. He blinked
and forced his brain back into attention on what he was doing. But the
buttons were simple faux pearl such as adorned his own shirt, he finished
undoing them and pulling the shirt up. It would have to go onto the pile of
clothing they were making on the desk.
     "Mind if we hang these things up?" Wade asked him. "I hate to get my
suit wrinkled so early in the week."
     Finn considered it, the hangers were also a danger, hadn't Wade been
the one to choose this meeting place. He asked Claude. "No, it was chosen
by mutual agreement. Our team swept the place earlier today and it's been
under constant surveillance until you got there. They had a team there as
well, we made damned sure they didn't leave any presents behind. If there's
a bug, it's on his person somewhere, so keep searching."
     So Finn let Wade hang up his clothing, while he hung Wade's. That
done, he said, "Let's kick off our shoes here while we're at it." Both men
wore simple black, laced shoes, they could be slipped off (with difficulty)
at need, which Finn did. He wasn't going to let his guard down even though
he now felt sure that Wade wasn't armed any more than he was. While
surreptitious weapons took as many (or more) disguises than bugs, he had a
feeling that this Wade guy was playing by the rules.
     With the shoes abandoned, Wade walked over and said, "I get to go
first on this one, you go first on the next one." And if Finn had had any
doubt about what Wade meant, he saw why, Wade was bending over and undoing
Finn's belt. His pants' clasp and zipper followed and then his pants were
being slid down his legs. He was glad he'd chosen a neat pair of underwear
that morning, if he'd worn his old worn gray pair today, he'd have been
mortified. As it was, a neat white bulge met Wade's eyes as he pulled down
the slacks and Finn stepped out of them. "Better check all the pockets."
Finn advised. "I might have a nuclear missile stuffed in there."
     "That's what I was just thinking, only not about the pants." Wade
said.
     Finn followed his eyes back to his own basket and looked down. Shit!
"What can I say, it's like a puppy sometimes, thinks everyone wants to play
with it." His cock wasn't at full erection, but it was bulging out his
briefs more than a limp prick would have.
     "Well, let's get this over with so you can take it home and whip it."
Wade said as he finished examining the contents of Finn's pockets (Finn had
left all of his pants' normal contents in his car, only a single key on a
ring (the car key) remained in one pocket to be found) and he concluded by
hanging it neatly on one of the hangers. "Okay, your turn to let my monkey
out to play."
     "I'll try to restrain it for you." Finn replied as he knelt onto one
knee in front of Wade.
     "If it acts up on you, you can always beat it until it settles down."
Wade smirked.
     "Careful there." Claude told him. "He's trying to distract
you. Remember that a bug can be made as small as a mole on a man, and
they're perfectly willing to put it in places a man doesn't like to stare
at. Remember that, Finn."
     "I remember, I remember." Finn undid the military-clasp belt at Wade's
waist and the belt slid backwards, and the pants nearly fell off those
slender hips just from that lack of restraint. He caught the pants top and
unfastened and unzipped it, then let it resume its fall.
     Wade was wearing a pair of rather ratty boxers, and Finn felt a short
wave of victory wash over him, and if he'd had more time, he would have
come up with a cutting remark about it, but then he saw that Wade's
"monkey" was indeed in danger of escaping. The boxers' opening for the fly
had no buttons, it was merely a sewn slit in the middle and through this
slit, Wade's dong was engorged and threatening to burst free. He could see
a good deal of it through the opening, it was a proud, majestic pud, and
though far from fully inflated, it already showed the bulge of veins along
the shaft, which must pulse like snakes under a blanket when it plowed into
the willing flesh of his lover.
     "Finn? Finn?"
     "Huh?" Finn subvocalized, then realized that it was Wade who had
spoken! "Yes?"
     "Can you finish with my pants?" Wade moved a foot up, to illustrate
that he was hobbled.
     "Oh, oh, sorry!"
     "Keeping an eye on the monkey?" Wade asked as Finn felt about the
slacks, fishing in the pockets.
     "Afraid it's going to jump out and start chewing on my ear." Finn
retorted.
     "It can be unruly at times. But you'd know about that, wouldn't you?"
     Finn turned back and grabbed the boxers and yanked them down almost
roughly. It was his turn to be first to remove a garment here, after
all. That should have been the undershirts both still wore (Finn had a
tanktop, Wade a short-sleeve V-neck), but he was getting back at Wade.
     Unsheathed, the dong was an unfurling snake. "Well, now you've done
it." Wade noted almost idly. "Done went and woke him up." Wade pulled his
undershirt off and displayed a broad chest with only the lightest bit of
hair between the breasts, otherwise it was as smooth as a marble
statue. The muscles rippled like small rodents under the skin as he lifted
the shirt over his head and away from his body, dropped it on top of his
shoes.
     Finn stood up and took his own t-shirt off, and then his hands went to
his waist. Slid them down his hips and stood before Wade as naked as
Wade. "Now we're even." he said to Wade in one way and to Claude in
another. "Now what do we do?"
     "Sorry, but you're not done yet." Claude cautioned him. "You need to
investigate every mole on his body. They can make a bug capable of
broadcasting speech as small as a millimeter in diameter. It's not very
powerful but...."
     Claude kept on nattering away in Finn's ear, but he was already busy
at Wade's body, looking him over carefully. Wade was doing the same, their
bodies were so close together that....
     Wade's cock brushed against his, but Wade didn't seem to notice it, he
kept finding and picking at small imperfections on Finn's body. The touches
weren't painful, small scratches that were just enough to excite that area
of his body, and Wade was touching him everywhere he could.
     Finn worried that Wade's cock would touch his again, for he didn't
have to look down to know that his own prong was now at full erection, it
was so hard it was almost painful.
     He concentrated on Wade's body, though this body held oddly few
blemishes, for every human body is rife with such, so much that an industry
exists for no reason other than to cover and blot and diminish them. No
pimples at all, and no moles so far, he had found a few freckles oversized
enough to be barely possible culprits, but no further.
     And now they had to examine each other further down that was possible
from a standing position. Finn looked at Wade, puzzled. "Shall we take
turns again?"
     Wade shook his head. "Just lay down on the desk. I'll get on top of
you, the other way around and we can take it from there."
     Finn agreed and lay upon the desk. He expected Wade to crawl up with
him immediately, but Wade instead leaned over his right shoulder and began
to investigate Finn's ribcage and stomach area. This put his own midsection
at Finn's disposal, though again there was precious little to see beyond
perfection of flesh and form, the position Wade was in put every abdominal
muscle out in stark relief, he was staring at a delicious-looking six-pack.
     And Wade moved closer, about to crawl up on the desk over Finn's head,
and that put Wade's schlong right up against Finn's shoulder. Shit, it was
hard! Rock hard! But then, so was he!
     Wade's cock slid across Finn's shoulder and then he was up on the
desktop with Finn, his knees on either side of Finn's head and Finn
realized that he was now checking out Finn's genital region. And his cock
which had subsided somewhat during the stomach inspection had now surged
again to full tumescence.
     "What is your status of investigation?" Claude asked Finn. "Have you
finished yet?"
     "Not quite." Finn admitted. Wade had just grabbed hold of his
cock. "Uhhh!"
     "Problem?"
     "No. We're still checking each other for bugs."
     "Well, do a thorough job, yes. But when you're done, for God's sake,
get the information and get back here!"
     "A thorough job, yes sir." Finn said as Wade's lips enclosed his
cock. "Will do, sir, will do."
     And then, to Wade, "What are you doing?"
     "Checking out this cock."
     "Checking it out?"
     "Yeah, it looks suspicious to me." Wade declared. "All thick and
hard. Good place to hide a bug, don't you think? Plenty of room in a fake
hard cock to hide anything you want."
     "I guess so." Finn admitted.
     "So I figure I'll check it out, make sure it acts like a cock is
supposed to." Wade went on. "You got a problem with that?" Wade then dove
back down onto Finn's prong, sending a wave of warm wet pleasure washing
over Finn.
     "No." Finn agreed. Wade's dong was dangling over him, and he caught it
in his hand, "but you remind me that I'd better do the same."
     "That sounds reasonable." And Finn took that huge pud into his mouth,
and Wade gave out a contented sigh as Finn's lips plied over the thick hunk
of manflesh.
     Finn was just beginning to get into this session when Claude again
contacted him. "You're groaning a good deal." he said. "And what is that
other noise I'm hearing? It sounds like you're drinking a glass of water."
     Finn mumbled a response as best he could, "I'm still investigating."
     "Well, you be sure to tell me if you get into any distress." Claude
allowed. "Last time I heard someone groaning like this, he had been hit by
a bullet fired from a silencer."
     "I'm fine, Claude, fine." Finn went on.
     But he had interrupted his sucking on Wade in responding to
Claude. Wade let go of his cock, and at first Finn wondered if he'd
offended the big stud.
     But Wade moved on down and said, "Another area I'd better check out."
He lifted Finn's legs up and held them high above and his head dipped down.
     When Wade's tongue first flicked over Finn's anus, Finn moaned from
the very depth of his soul. That felt so fucking good, he couldn't believe
it! The tongue found and probed his sphincter, and his butt pulsed in
response to the delightful caress of Wade's tongue.
     Finn reached for Wade's asshole, but before he could get close to that
sweet tucker, Wade got off the desk on him. Moved around to the other side
of the desk and crawled back on, this time between Finn's legs. He was
crawling up and his hands grabbed Finn's ankles on the way as he sidled
forward and Finn suddenly realized what he planned.
     "Need to check out another place." Wade murmured as he got into
position. "You fine with that?"
     "I'll need to check yours, too." Finn grunted. "Go ahead and stick it
up my ass."
     Claude heard that. Damn, they ought to give an agent an "off" button
on this damned implant. Did the guy listen in when he was off-duty? How
many secrets did he even have any longer? Honestly, sometimes the tactics
the CIA used were enough to make you question their motives. And their
common sense! But he was a loyal agent, after all.
     And so was Claude "My apologies." was what he answered. "You are
getting the treatment, aren't you? Okay, I'm going to go for a cup of
coffee. Give you a chance to get your composure back and get dressed."
     That was unexpected, but Finn wasn't going to refuse a gift from the
gods.
     "Come on, hurry!" He panted at Wade. "We got about ten minutes here!"
     "Five more than I'll need."
     "I'll count on that." Finn gasped. Wade's cock was lubed up from
Finn's mouth, his saliva had increased itself when he'd attempted to suck
and subvocalize at the same time. If he'd actually been speaking, he would
have sounded like he was underwater--glub, glub!
     Wade's cock jabbed at Finn's ass and Finn moaned. Wade hesitated and
Finn groaned and grabbed Wade's ass (such a trim, compact little set of
buns!) and pulled hard on him, and Wade's dong plunged into Finn's butt!
     "Aw, shit!" Wade moaned. "You've done this before, haven't you?"
     "Are you complaining?"
     "Hell, no!" Wade bent over and put his face close to Finn's. "I was
worried about hurting you."
     "Shut up and fuck!" Finn grunted and Wade proceeded to take him at his
word. Suddenly his entire world was pinned up into a single region of his
body, his ass, and it was filled to the brim with hard male dong thrusting
in and out of him. Wade rammed his butt with the vigor that only a young
man at the height of physical perfection and the apex of virility can
manage. Finn was lucky in that he could match this stud thrust for thrust
and he did, he used his legs and arms as levers and held onto this horny
blond god and helped him fuck his ass as fast as he could.
     Wade hadn't lied about his speed, less than two minutes into this
rabbit-fuck he was throwing into Finn, he clenched his teeth, his face
flushed and he moaned, shoved his cock deep into Finn's bowels and
exploded, a huge hot load spraying into him and he groaned himself, oh,
God, not now, not yet! He fought off his orgasm with every reserve he had
and when Wade finished slumping down, he was ready and more than
ready. Payback time! He fought himself free of Wade's hold and rolled off
the desk.
     A quick hawk of spit to relubricate his cock which had dried some
since being sucked on by Wade, and then he was ready. Wade was face down on
the desk, still gasping, and Finn grabbed him by the hips, pulled him down
so that his feet were back on the floor and then he was busy worming his
cock into Wade's asshole. Wade's ass wasn't as easy to get into as Finn's
had been, the guy was more of a virgin! But a promise is a promise, and
Finn persevered, and Wade didn't fight him, soon he had enough of his cock
into that warm pucker that his heated-up pud would settle for it. And every
thrust he made sent it a bit deeper!
     He was humping this blond hunk for all he was worth, for he sure
didn't want Claude listening to him fucking an agent for another power!
Hell, in all that had happened, he had nearly forgotten that! Oh, God, he
was fucking an enemy spy! The thought seized upon his sex-sotted brain and
his cock revenged itself by throwing him into the height of orgasm!
     He moaned, ejaculated into Wade's ass while he continued to thrust at
him hard, the motions caused his spunk to fly everywhere, spurting out of
Wade's ass and coating both of them with hot, white, man love-juice. Done,
he fell onto Wade's back, panting hard. Oh, God, oh, God, so fucking hot!
     "Well, do you think we've finished searching each other?" Wade asked
him.
     "Yeah, I guess we've covered everything." Finn admitted, as he rose
back to vertical. Damn, he was sticky all over his crotch.
     "So let's get dressed again and we'll get started." Wade said.
     Claude checked back in again as they were getting dressed. "Is it
over?" he asked Finn.
     "All over. We're getting dressed." he reported.
     "Fine. Hate to break it to you, after all you've been through, but
don't stick around. Mission has been called off. Report back to base, right
away."
     "What the hell?" Finn burst out, and Wade looke at him quizzically.
     "Them's the orders." Claude said with faint sympathy. "Looks like you
got your ass fingered for nothing."
     More than fingered, Finn thought, but carefully, VERY carefully,
didn't subvocalize.
     The next day he was called in to the Director's office. The Director
wasn't alone, there was a man sitting in the other visitor's chair. A very
familiar, blond-haired man, who looked at Finn with the same incredulity
that Finn looked at him. Wade! "What the hell?" Finn asked.
     "Sit down, Agent Finn." the Director said. "Meet Agent Wade."
     "Pleased to meet you." he said to Agent Wade and they shook hands like
complete strangers.
     "The two of you are needed for a special mission. Intelligence
monitoring station in northern Alaska. Completely isolated station, you'll
be given essential supplies for a year and resupplied with mail and
perishables once a month."
     The Director looked at the two men. "The stations are lonesome, lonely
places. We have to choose agents that we think can get along with each
other very well for that time. They have to be as close as possible. You'll
be living so close together, you might as well be married. Your only
entertainment outside of the job will be what you get on the computer. Your
only company will be each other." He looked at them again
significantly. "It takes special agents with some special abilities. We
think the two of you possess those abilities. What do you say? Will you
volunteer for the job?"
     A year of living in a cabin with only this big, blond stud and nothing
to do but record communications, something machinery could do mostly all by
itself. All that time alone together.
     "I would be pleased to volunteer." Wade said.
     "Same here." Finn put in. "It's a dirty job, but somebody has to do
it."
     "I knew I could depend on you two." the Director's smile was as broad
as Finn's and Wade's. Maybe the agency knew what they were doing after all!
                             THE END
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