Date: Sat, 26 Sep 2009 20:59:18 -0400
From: tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: Shhh! story

				   SHHH!
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
		      WWW.TOMMYHAWKSFANTASYWORLD.COM

     I only went with Garth to the club for a few drinks, maybe a dance or
two, and then I was going to head home. After all, it was a Thursday night,
I had to work in the morning. And with Garth beside me, I could fend off
the propositions easy enough, just slip an arm about Garth and shake my
head!
     Trouble was, Garth had just eyed someone across the room. And Garth
DIDN'T have to go to work in the morning, being unemployed does free a
person up for all sorts of extracurricular activities. Maybe I'd been
taking the excuse of being too busy with work myself a bit too often,
hadn't I? Maybe I should....
     I felt a hand grip my arm and pull me to the edge of the room and spin
me around until I was facing him. What I could see of him, that is, he had
pulled me right up against him. I was looking into a pair of deep black
eyes and a sharp ridge of eyebrow above it, a sharp nose below
that. Everything else was out of frame, but what I saw...nice!
     "Shhh!" he said to me as I started to say something. And a finger came
up and laid itself on my lips. "Pretend we are together."
     Before I could answer that, he had lowered his finger and was kissing
me. An all out kiss, too, none of this timorous, maybe-he-likes-me
hesitation, an all-out, we've-been-together-for-quite-a-while kiss!
     I blinked when that was over, smiled. Very nice-looking guy, and he
could kiss like...like a very nice-looking guy is supposed to be able to
kiss! A touch shorter than me, a nicely-formed body muscled without being
obnoxious about it, he was wearing a black t-shirt and black pants, both of
which looked spray-painted on him. With hair and eyes equally black, his
skin a golden tone (well, the lights were yellowish in the place, but he
was darker than me by a good deal), it all added up to a package that,
under ideal circumstances, I could really go for.
     "We are being watched." he said to me.
     "We are?" I said. Hell, a club like this, what was there to look at,
throw a dart in any direction and you'd hit a pair of guys kissing!
     "Do not look." his hand caught my chin as I started to peer around the
club. "We are in danger."
     "We are?" I said softly. His intentness was beginning to permeate my
senses. Something besides a come-on was happening here!
     "Shhh!" he said to me again. "Unless you help me, I will be dead
before the night is out."
     "Yeah?"
     "Shhh!" again. "Come with me. Act as though you are happy to be going
with me."
     "I'll try." I promised.
     He took me out of the club and around to the back alley. A place for
sleazy trysts of all sorts. I had never been there, but I had peered on my
way in and out more than once...okay, every time I went in and out. Now, he
was leading me in there.
     "Do you love your country?" he asked me.
     "Huh?"
     "There is little time. They have directional mikes that can hear over
distances. We must speak quickly. Do you love your country?"
     "Uh...I guess so."
     "You can serve your country."
     "How?"
     "Shh!" he said to me and pushed me back against the wall. A section of
old brick here, it looked like it had been laid down in the fifties or
something. Old bricks, rounded on all edges so that they bore than a little
resemblance to rocks laid in rows instead. The bumps of the bricks were
pronounced, enough to make me go "Uff!" as I hit the wall with my back.
     "Shhh!" he said to me very softly. "They must not suspect a thing."
     "Such as?" I tried to be as soft as he spoke, couldn't do it.
     "Shhh!" He said, looking around slightly, more with his eyes than his
neck. I began to really believe we were being watched. "The next few
moments are critical. Do as I want and all will be fine. If you do not, we
may both end up dead."
     "Uh?" that was less a query than a grunt of fear.
     "You are safe as long as you are with me. Just go along with whatever
I do."
     "Okay." I agreed. "Now what?"
     He lunged against me and kissed me that ardent way again. Now I had
his body up against mine and an undeniable erection rubbing against my
leg. His arms were coming around my chest barrel on both sides and I put
mine around his arms and body on his upper back. He hunched at me, hard,
that prong of his was rubbing a fiery hole in my pants.
     Letting go of my lips, he said, "Remember, act as if we are not being
watched. We are alone here, so far as you know."
     Again, he caught my chin. "No, do not look about. We are alone here,
remember. Two men, having passionate sex in the alley. That is all you have
to remember."
     And with that, he dropped to his knees with a speed that made me
wonder if he'd break his legs in the process. His hands were at my pants'
fly and he unbuttoned and unzipped me with a smooth ease I had to
admire. He had my briefs down and my dick in his hand in about six seconds
after he had hit the ground! I just had time to catch my breath from the
feel of his hand on my cock when he stuffed it in his mouth.
     I plastered both my hands and my head against the rugged brick and I
moaned. Ah, shit! This guy was good! He must have learned this in his
travels, his James-Bond-like lifestyle, all the men from all over the
place, each teaching him their special talent, and now he was here and I
got the combined experience of all those places.
     His tongue was playing my cock like a flute, his lips were sliding up
and down my shaft like a trombone slide, and the music they were making was
playing in my mind in multi-colored harmonics of pleasure!
     With a talent like that playing my sex organ (pun intentional, sorry,
I won't do that again), I didn't last very long. Hell, having sex in an
alley, you aren't supposed to take very long. And with a mouth like this
guy had on him, I was no exception to the rule.
     So I came with a fury when I did, first grunting hard, urgently,
warning him of my eruption, then when he only sucked me the harder, I
groaned and blasted him with every ounce of energy in my body. He gagged on
my load (okay, it had been a while, I'd said as much before) which poured
into him with a furious pungency that even surprised me, I felt my nostrils
fill with the musky rut of my spunk that sprayed into his mouth. He held on
valiantly, expertly, though and not a drop slid out of those so-perfectly
formed lips of his.
     Done, I was sagging against the wall and he refastened my trousers for
me--damned decent of him, I thought--and stood up, smiled into my
idiotically grinning, spunk-drained face.
     "They may be convinced now that I am not the one they are seeking." he
said to me.
     "Huh? Oh, yeah, them...."
     "Shhh!" he said yet again. "We must convince them now without a
doubt."
     "How?" I wanted to know.
     "You must now do me." he said.
     Service to my country. The mysterious ways of an espionage agent. And
a body that I wanted to hold unclothed in my bed if I could. "All right." I
said.
     I sagged down rather than dropping, and he let me, leaning over with
his hands to push on the wall, his crotch bumping my nose in his
eagerness. I felt the dampness there, enough that I wondered if he can come
in his jeans. Or maybe I just dribbled onto him there and hadn't
noticed. Anyway, I felt the wetness and gnawed at the bump underneath it
through the jeans.
     "Ah, ah, hurry." he said. "They approach us. We must convince them
soon or all be lost."
     I hastily fumbled at his pants, he had undone some of the buttons for
me already or I wouldn't have done it as quickly as I did, the top button,
then two more and the fly was open. Under that was...only him. A hard,
uncut dong slapped at me as I yanked on its body, and that weeping slit on
the tip was enough to make me wonder if that was all him on the pants-front
after all!
     "No more time, they are here." he hissed at me, and he shoved his pud
at my mouth. I got my lips spread barely in time, before he jammed it into
me.
     I worked up some spit and tried to lubricate it, but he didn't give me
time, he caught hold of my head and began to hunch himself into me, just
like that, his still half-dry prong plunging into my throat! Deep!
     "Oh, oh, oh yeah, oh, oh!" he called out, the first full-voiced words
I'd heard from him, it all had been an urgent whisper up until now. But the
words were heart-felt, he loved the feel of my mouth on his cock, that gave
me the ability I might not have managed without that knowledge to steel my
resolve, I began to work his cock deep-throat style and managed to keep the
heavy shaft busily sliding up and down, in and out of my gullet.
     I was still short on oxygen from my climax and the treatment I was
getting now wasn't helping any. I felt myself on the verge of
unconsciousness, his hands were forcing me to spend most of my time without
air of any sort, only tiny sips as he pulled out, enough to keep me just
this side of conscious, and with that and my own fledgling talents, I
nursed this top-secret dong towards its ecstasy.
     "Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah!" he called.
     I could hear the footsteps approaching us now. They were here, the men
who were hunting my companion, they were here!
     "I'm going to come, I'm going to come!" my secret-agent man moaned as
the footsteps came so close, so close, and stopped. "Uh, ah-huh, uh,
HUH-HUH-GUH-HUH-UH-GHHH, HUNNNNNHHH!"
     And the load that gushed into my mouth was the twin of what I had
unloaded on him. I wasn't in his position of having a choice, his spunk was
squirting right down my throat, I could feel the hot pulses as it was
jetted out of his tool, and that was all, plus the burning feeling of hot,
salty jizz spraying on my esophagus.
     And the footsteps resumed, walked on by us.
     My partner-in-subterfuge finished his climax, blowing and huffing, and
after he was done, remembered that I needed to breathe, too, and released
me hastily.
     "You have done well." he said to me huskily. "They are gone, their
suspicions laid to rest. You have save the life of a top agent of this
country, and both I and the President of the United States thank you."
     "Uh...yeah." I panted as I staggered up to my feet, rested my hand on
the wall to steady myself on my weakling feet. "Glad to help."
     "You must not speak of this to others, I am sorry." he said to me. "We
must not arouse any speculation as to what has occurred."
     "I thought I already knew that."
     "There are many layers to the life of an agent such as myself." he
said. "But you have done well. Cherish your ignorance."
     "Sure." I said. "Uh, am I going to get a letter from the President or
something for this?"
     "I cannot be sure. But know in your heart that you have won a great
battle tonight."
     "Sure." I said. More footsteps, I looked around, and the footsteps
were his, he was walking away down the alley, back toward the front of the
club.
     "Hey!" I called to him.
     He looked back at me, smiled, winked and put a finger to his
lips. "Shhh!" I thought rather than heard.
     I nodded and he vanished back the way he had come.

 				  THE END
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