Date: Sun, 21 Jul 2002 12:46:23 -0400 (EDT)
From: Rob Andresen <malricnyc@excite.com>
Subject: Secret Agent Dad

	I never really knew what my Dad did for work until I came home from
college and discovered a lot more about him than I ever thought I would.
But I get ahead of myself.
	My name is Tyler Dodd and I spent most of my life outside of
Boston.  I knew that my Dad did something with the government but had no
idea what.  He said he worked for the Commerce Department in the
International Trade Division helping developing countries to export things
to this country.  I believed him, considering the fact that he was often
traveling out of the country.
	We had a nice house and didn't seem to suffer for money most of the
time, I just missed my Dad when he wasn't around.  I graduated from High
School and although he was there for that, he had to fly off to some
African country that afternoon.  So my Dad and I never really got to know
one another very well.
	You have to see my Dad, he's such a stud.  He's six foot four and
although he's not really that buff, he's got a good body on him.  At least
I think so since I never really got a chance to see it much.
	Apparently, neither did my Mom since she up and let Dad when I
graduated and went on to college.  She said that since he wasn't going to
spend any time with her anyway, she might as well find someone who would
and she headed off to California.
	That didn't really mean much to me since she had never really spent
much time with me either.  I guess I grew up kinda independent.
	Anyway, Dad decided to keep the house anyway since Mom didn't ask
for much money and he said he and I both needed a place to call home after
all.  So I went off to college in Connecticut and came home on occasion,
mainly vacations.
	Dad and I got along well when he was there and the more I saw of
him, the more I figured that Mom was an idiot for leaving him.  Still, I
was also coming to grips with the fact that I was gay.  I had never really
gone out with girls or guys in high school but now at college there was so
much opportunity for it that I discovered that I really loved sex with
guys.
	Of course I never told Dad since I wasn't really sure how he was
going to take it but I also realized that I started noticing him more
frequently.  Damn, I had a hot Dad!
	It was in the spring when everything happened.  I had gone through
a really rough week of classes with three major exams and I decided to come
home a little early.  I made the decision on the spur of the moment so I
decided not to call and see if Dad was home and left that afternoon.
	I got home late that night and pulled to the curb in front of the
neighbors house by mistake.  It's a suburban subdivision and the houses all
look alike, ok?  Jeez.  Anyway, I pulled out my backpack and went around to
the back of the house.  I never used the front door when I came home, it
felt a little too formal for me.  So I went through the gate and approached
the back yard when I heard the sound of glass breaking.
	I jogged back to the patio and immediately noticed that the yard
lights were out.  Dad never turned the lights out this early, some security
thing he had.  Then I heard someone laughing and it wasn't Dad.  I crept up
to the patio stairs and peeked around to find an amazing sight.
	Wearing just a pair of running shorts, Dad was on his knees in
front of a white-blonde man who was pointing a gun at him.
	"You thought you could hide in suburbia, Stefan?  You should know
that we can find you anywhere you try to go."
	"I'm not hiding, Erik.  You know that.  But this isn't supposed to
happen either.  Why are you going to kill me?"
	My Dad?  Get killed by this moron?  No way!
	"Relax, Stefan.  This isn't for you as much as it is for your
bosses at the CIA.  They need to know that they can't just prune back my
country's information collection agency without suffering the same in
return."
	"Ah, so my work in Bulgaria was effective.  Nice to know I did a
good job before I die for it."
	I couldn't believe that my Dad was just sitting there, on his
knees, calmly discussing his death!  I crept closer and hefted my
backpack. It was full of textbooks I was bringing to study for next week's
exam and I figured I could clock the guy one.
	But then I never was trained as a spy and I didn't have any
brothers or sisters to sneak up on so I guess I wasn't paying attention to
where I was stepping.  The glass from the patio door where the guy had
popped it from its track crunched loudly underfoot and the agent turned and
fired off a shot in one smooth motion.
	If I hadn't had the backpack where it was, I probably would have
been dead but the books caught the bullet and knocked me backward onto the
ground.  But that gave Dad all the distraction he needed.  He spun around
somehow and shot his leg into the other man's shin, cracking the bone and
toppling him screaming in pain.
	Dad, wrestled with the blonde and did something that resulted in a
wet cracking sound, the agent dropped to the floor, dead.  We sat there for
a moment, breathing heavily before Dad jumped up and came out to me.
	"You all right, son?  Did you get hit?"
	"No dad, the backpack stopped it.  I just got knocked over."
	"What the hell are you doing home tonight?  You didn't call to say
you were coming home."
	"I had a bad week of tests and I decided to come home a little
early.  It was a spur of the moment decision!"
	Dad chuckled as he held me.  "Well, it's good for me that you
decided to come home."
	"Dad," I ventured, "who was that guy."
	He leaned me back and looked deep into my eyes.  "Well, I guess
you've figured out that I'm not quite a Commerce Department employee,
haven't you?  You heard what he said?"
	"Uh, yeah, about the CIA?"
	"Yeah.  That's the one.  Damn!  Well, I've been an agent for 22
years now, they hired me right out of high school and sent me off to
training as an agent.  I do recovery field work and I'm afraid that my last
op was against our friend's secret intelligence agency.  I guess they
didn't like it much."
	"Wow.  My Dad, a spy!?"
	He chuckled.  "Hell, kid, it's not all James Bond stuff you know.
Most of it is boring data collection and analysis.  I don't get it on with
anyone in the line of duty, or at least not often."
	I loved his grin as he helped me up.  There was something of a bond
between us now, we shared his secret.  And that reminded me of mine.
	"You know, Dad, you're not the only one with a secret.  I wasn't
sure how you would take it but I have to tell you.  I've figured out that
I'm gay."  I let the sound echo away as I watched him digest the
information.  But his reaction wasn't quite what I expected.  He started
laughing!
	"You know, son, that's not entirely a secret.  You see, as part of
my job, the agency has to keep tabs on my family.  Your Mom is no longer a
part of it but they have checked on you and I got to hear about that last
month when you slept with that guy from the party."
	He chuckled and my face went red.  "Here, let's get this cleaned up
a bit before I call in the cleaners."
	He moved the body and I saw him go through the motions in a very
detached sort of mode.  Here was my dad, a secret agent, having just killed
a guy and revealed that he knew about my being gay and acting like this was
commonplace for him.  I guess I started shaking because he came over and
held me.
	"I know, son.  Things like this can shock you a bit.  Just let it
out and it'll be all right."
	I collapsed onto my Dad and cried, the shock of what had happened
quickly evaporating into my Dad's shoulder as he held me.  It took a few
moments but once the emotions had taken their course, I settled into Dad's
embrace and began to feel more secure.
	"That's it, boy.  You can relax now.  But I do appreciate the help.
I would rather you hadn't put yourself at risk but I'm glad it all worked
out."
	I looked up at him, his bright blue eyes shining in the relative
darkness of the living room.  "Dad, are we safe now?"
	He frowned at me a bit before answering.  "I will make sure that
you are safe, son.  But we can't stay here any more.  The fact that they
found me means that they can try again.  The Agency will find a new place
for us, but I'm afraid you can't go back to that school any more.  Just in
case."
	His hot breath warmed my cheeks and I felt myself becoming aroused
as Dad held me against his hairy chest, stroking my hair.  "Dad," I
whispered.
	"Shhh.  It's all right, son.  Everything is fine."
	I looked up at him and caught the glimmer of tears in his eyes.
"Dad, what is it?"
	"I have been in situations like this before but when I realized
that you could have been killed....you are the most important thing to me,
boy.  I couldn't have handled losing you."  He started crying a bit then,
two perfect tears coursed down his stubbled cheeks and onto his chin where
they dropped onto my face, steaming against my hot skin.
	I don't know what made me do it, but I leaned up and kissed him,
our hot mouths caressing one another before his tongue drove itself into my
mouth and I felt myself spiraling into ecstasy!.
	I started breathing again as I felt his hands caressing my
shoulders and face.  This man knew how to make me feel good!  We kissed for
what seemed like an eternity but didn't last any where near long enough for
me.  We pulled back a bit and stared into each other's eyes.  I couldn't
believe this was happening to us!
	Dad made the first move, slowly unbuttoning my shirt, revealing my
lightly furred chest and my painfully erect nipples.  He bent down and ran
his tongue over the right one, sending shivers up my spine and down to my
groin.  I swear, my cock was bent over twice trying to get out of my jeans.
	He ran his tongue around the nipple, teasing the light blonde hair
there.  I felt his other hand gently massaging the other nipple, sending
ripples of joy across my chest.  I moaned and slid my shoulders out of my
shirt, the arms following quickly.
	Dad moved around to kneel on the floor, his mouth never leaving my
nipple, his hands sliding down my torso, making me glad I played soccer.
He felt the soft down on my furry belly and twirled his finger in and out
of my navel.  I was only able to run my fingers through his hair, the silky
softness interrupted by sweat from his exertions.
	Dad knew just what he wanted and moved to conquer my manhood as he
unbuckled my belt and popped the jeans in one smooth move.  I groaned and
he began sliding his tongue down my chest and into my navel where he played
with the hair surrounding the indentation.
	I felt him slide my pants down but was lost in the sensation of his
tongue both wetting and drying my skin.  I knew I had broken free however,
when my cock snapped back and I felt the head slide along Dad's stubbled
cheek.  I almost came right then, the sharp tingle of the stubble against
my sensitive glans driving me wild.
	He had found his target and was not about to miss the objective
though and he quickly inhaled my member, its seven inches sliding
effortlessly down his throat.  I lasted a few moments longer as Dad
swallowed my meat and began draining it of its pre-cum.  I cried out and
began emptying my seed into his hot and eager mouth.
	I kept coming and coming, Dad expertly teasing every single
specimen from my manroot.  And when I was spent and unable to handle his
tender ministrations, he softly kissed my balls and stood.
	I moved quickly to drop his shorts which had tented considerably
during his efforts.  It seems my Dad had another surprise for me as well.
He was hung like a stallion, a good ten inches if it was anything!  I
grasped his throbbing member and slid my hand down its length feeling the
fire within burning into my palm.
	Dad groaned and thrust his hips forward, inviting me to taste his
juice which was flowing copiously from the thick mushroom head.  I extended
my tongue and a golden drop seemed to leap from his hardon into my mouth.
It was honey and sweetly sour at once as I licked the head for more.
	Dad granted me my wish as he began flowing even more.  I stretched
my lips around his cockhead and slid down on his massive member, it's heat
warming my mouth and throat until I felt his pubic hairs against my nose.
I slowly slid back up and began moving forward, slowly sucking the juice
from his meat.
	We got into a rhythm as I grabbed his ass cheeks.  Apparently, Dad
hid his exercises from me because they were firm and flexed beautifully.  I
began massaging his ass as I swallowed his sword again and again.  On a
whim, I slid my finger toward his rosebud and was amazed to find him moist,
probably with sweat.
	I twirled my finger around his love chute and Dad began whimpering.
I followed my instints and slid my finger into his cleft, Dad's ass sucking
it down like it needed it.  Apparently Dad was not a virgin there because
his sphincter made no barrier to my work.  I prodded his hole as I slid up
and down on his cock but Dad was unable to hold back much longer.
	He blew a load with grunts and groans that should have woken the
neighbors.  I tried to swallow it all but couldn't contain the massive
shots of juice as they fired against my tonsils.  A slow dribble from the
side of my mouth proved I wasn't quite ready for him yet.  But once I had
swallowed what I could, I began licking his cock to get the rest of the
juice I had missed.
	Dad fell back on the sofa and we remained there, panting in our
bliss.  We had shared a whole series of secrets that night!

	Dad and I still spend a lot of time together these days.  In fact,
we work for the same people now.  Since I got taken out of college when we
had to hide, I decided that I could get the same training he got and maybe
become an agent myself.  In fact, I turned out so good, the Agency pair me
up with my Dad and we get to spend a lot of time together on missions.
	Who would have known I had a Secret Agent Dad?


So.  What do you think?  Drop me a line and let me know!

Rob