Date: Wed, 27 Apr 2022 16:51:20 +0200
From: john skehan <cajunboi868@gmail.com>
Subject: Agency job on base

Agency job on base
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I was a month out of college when I got a letter inviting me for an
interview. Sure, I had been looking for a job. But with a degree in 19th
century history there weren't a lot of places in need of my knowledge.
Plus, I was not a star in any area. I was too quiet for the theater
group. Too small for sports, not good with computers and with a zero for
social life. I'd barely dated in the 4 years of college, spending most of
my time in the library or trying to catch up on course readings. My was
mid-level and the only good summer jobs I'd had were working for a
US-Canadian outfit of which I was one of 4 employees. The other one I
still didn't understand, working at the White House where I was a
messenger of doom for those being fired by the President. Sure I met a
lot of famous people. But mostly I felt like a piece of the background
scenery for a photo op. So why did this hidden away agency want to talk
to me?
  I showed up for the interview with my meager resume and little
expectation of a job. In fact the interview was not in any government
building but a hotel downtown. Add to all of my other non-assets, I knew
that I had little interest in girls having only dated 3 in 8 years of
high school and college. I went to the hotel and was greeted in the
lobby, met by a handsome man in a dark suit and taken to the top floor. I
was offered a soda and told that it would only be a few minutes. I waited
nursing the soda and then an iced tea.
  Finally, I was taken into another room where I sat before 3 men, also
in dark suits. It was the usual questions, at first. I told them of my
meager experiences and middling college life. Then they got down to brass
tacks asking about my social life. I explained that my parents were not
generous with an allowance when I was in school so I seldom had money for
dating or any real social life. I felt more pity for myself as I talked.
One of the three smiled asking about my time in the White House.I said
that I'd been given various tasks by the President himself. Most of them
were of a research nature, finding facts from sources inside and outside
the government. That seemed to spark their interest. More questions about
some of that research and how I reported it to the boss. I felt good
explaining that he treated me well and that I'd been invited to spend
time at his ranch. They then asked about 2 things that I had not
mentioned- the trips to Canada and VietNam. I told them that I'd been
sworn to secrecy regarding those two. That only led to a discussion of
secrecy as a job requirement. I was comfortable with that line of talk. I
was asked if I liked to travel. I told them that it had always been my
dream. I spoke three languages but not yet fluently. The interview ended
after an hour and I was asked if I would like to go to lunch with one of
their agents. It was the first time that the term agent was used. But I
was hungry and agreed.
   Lunch was in the posh dining room of the hotel. The agent was young
and quite handsome in a blond sort of way. He reminded me of a beach
lifeguard. We talked about general things- sports, pop music, art, and
the government. I did not drink any alcohol for fear of getting tipsy.
Afterwards we went for a walk near the White House. Returning to the
hotel I again waited in an outer room with the other agents, both very
strong looking young men. After 20 minutes I was led back into the
interview room. The same three men plus the agent I'd had lunch with were
there. The lead interviewer smiled and asked if I was comfortable. I was
as comfortable as I could be under the circumstances. He then went into a
speech about the important role the agency had in the government security
setup. I listened and was amazed that I'd never heard of it before. He
then asked if I thought I might be able to join them. I was stunned and
could not speak. Finally, I told them that it sounded like a challenge
that I was up for. He went on to tell me that some training would be
needed and I might be away from my family for a while. In my head I
screamed "Yes, away from them with their constant squabbling." I was now
excited more than any other time in my life. The agent broke in saying
that it would require some travel and since I already had a top secret
clearance I might start within a week. But I was not to tell my family
about the secret nature of the job. I was ready to jump for joy. I would
be paid to live away from the family and maybe live on my own. The salary
and training would suit me well. I accepted the job right on the spot.
  Outside the meeting, the agent asked if I'd like to see where they
worked. I practically yelled Yes!  So he told me that he'd pick me up at
my parents' house at 8AM and that I should pack an overnight bag like I
did at the White House. Back home I told my dad that I'd accepted a job
offer with an agency outside of the city and I might have to move closer
to work. I think that he understood the nature of my new job. I packed a
bag with enough clothes to last a week before trying to get some sleep.
  In the morning I was standing on the front porch when a car drove up
and honked. I ran to the passenger door and jumped in with the bag on my
lap. We drove for about 40 minutes out of the city. I was nervous not
wanting to appear curious. The agent, Rex, smirked at my attitude. The
tour of the buildings and facilities on the army base was exciting. We
spent some time filling out paperwork and getting my IDs. The day flew by
quickly. It was 5PM before I knew it. We were back in the car and I was
curious as to why I needed an overnight bag. The agent told me that I'd
be staying with him that night and for a few weeks while I underwent the
initial training. All I could say was "WOW!"
  His place was super masculine, a nice apartment in the burbs. He fixed
a steak dinner and offered me a glass of wine. Over the meal he asked
about my lack of social experience. I told him that mostly it was out of
fear of making a mistake. He agreed that I seemed not to have had a lot
of proper social training. He saw me blush and told me that it was to
change over time. No one was born that way, they learned to deal with
different social situations. After the meal we sat, he offered me a drink
which I accepted. We watched some TV before he announced that we'd have
to be up by 6AM and at the training site before 7AM. He told me that he
needed to shower and that I might want to do so too. I agreed as he stood
undressing right in front of me. I must've blushed because he laughed
saying "Hey, we're both men with the same equipment. During your training
you'll be around a lot of naked men." I could only softly whisper an OK.
He pulled me to my feet and began undressing me down to my white
underwear. He looked over my body and then asked "Do you swim?" I
explained that one of the White House staff had taught me. Rex whistled
saying "He did a good job. You look great." He pulled me into a hug
saying "Don't be embarrassed, we'll see a lot of each other over the next
few weeks. I expect you might be my roommate for a while yet." I wanted
to cry from happiness in my new life.
  He was right since my three week training in various martial arts and
languages took up almost two months before I was ready to start the
actual job. I did insist on paying for the food and also part of the
rent. Over time we became used to seeing each other dressed casually. I
did get up the nerve to ask him about his own social life. He told me
that the job pretty much eliminated an active social life. We did take
advantage of the agency gym and pool in the training center a few times a
week. My first two paychecks went mostly for a car which I bought from
one of the soldiers on the base who was going overseas. At home we
developed a routine of working on my language skills and combat skills. I
also had weekly gun range time built into our schedules. I got pretty
good at that too.
  At night I was feeling strange. Being in the apartment with Rex in his
usual jock strap and nothing else was turning me on more and more. Rex
noticed and sat down next to me on the sofa. He put his hand on my knee,
squeezing softly and asked "Is there something we need to talk about? I
know that something is bothering you. You know we can talk about anything
and it won't go beyond this room. So talk to me, I'll do anything to help
you, you know that." His hand began rubbing my knee. I got hard
immediately and saw that it was very noticeable in my gym shorts. He
noticed it too and squeezed my leg. But I was not the only one who was
hard. Rex's thick cock was obvious in the thin jock. He moved his other
hand to my shoulder saying "Does this bother you? I'll stop if you want
me to. But I don't want that." I know that I blushed and nodded as his
grip on my knee held me harder. He leaned into my ear whispering "You
know that you are very handsome, in a cute way. You have been with me for
two months now. Each day it's more difficult for me to ignore how I feel
about you. You're both a little brother and someone I've come to love.
But I don't understand that kind of love. Tell me now how you feel? What
is bothering you?" He pulled back to look into my tearing eyes. I wanted
to say something, to open up myself to him. I put my hand on his naked
chest before saying "I think that for some reason I've developed feelings
for you, strange feelings that I've never felt before. I don't know what
to do." He smiled and nodded that he understood. Without a word he leaned
forward and pressed his lips against my own. I held his shoulders tight
in my hands moaning into the kiss.
  We broke the kiss and he stood up pulling me to my feet. Leading me by
my hand, he walked to his bedroom. Words were no longer needed as he
slipped off my shorts leaving me naked, He leaned in to kiss my neck and
then my right nipple. I let out a deep moan as my hand gripped the
elastic of his jock. He wiggled his hips to make the jock fall to the
floor. I pulled back to look down at our two stiff cocks. He lifted my
face up to his lips and pulled me into a passionate kiss as his hands
held my ass. At that moment I knew that my life had changed. We both were
putting our jobs on the line with our lust. For a single moment we shut
out the rest of the world surrendering to our need to connect with each
other. As we kissed we fell back on his bed without our bodies losing
contact. Our now hard, wet cocks pushed against each other as we squirmed
pressing our skin together. He pulled back looking at my face smiling and
asked "Can we seal this with an act of love? I've wanted to possess your
body since that first day at lunch. I too need to show you how much you
mean to me. I want us to become a part of each other. Please let me show
you how much I feel for you?" As he spoke I felt his finger move down
between my legs searching for my most hidden spot. He soon found my
opening probbing it with the tip of his finger. I moaned my acceptance
and he lifted my legs up to expose my pucker. Smiling broadly, he
whispered "My love, my most precious love, I so want to own you body and
soul. I want you to carry a part of me inside your beautiful body. I want
to feel myself exploding inside you knowing that you love me enough to
give me something that no other can have, your virginity. Please let me
have it, please?" Though I was confused I knew that I wanted him to be
inside me, to take something that no other man could have. I held him
tight against my body whispering "YES!"
   He pulled back as I saw tears on his face as he whispered "Thank you
my love, thank you for your most precious gift to me. I must prepare you
so that your first time will be less painful. But I promise that after
the first pain there will come a new joy, a new pleasure unlike any you
could ever have." He reached over to grab two things-a small brown bottle
and a tube of lube explaining " that the lube will help to ease his entry
into your virgin hole and the fumes from the bottle will fill you with
the need for my weapon of love." I felt drops of the lube being rubbed
around my entrance with the lubbed tip of his cock. Each time he moved
over my hole my pucker opened to take him in. He pushed the bottle under
each nostril telling me to inhale. I did as I was told then watched him
inhale from the bottle. As I watched my mind wanted him more. I needed to
feel him inside my body. He moved forward slowly. I felt each inch open
my body to his cock. Each inch brought me more joy. When the last bit was
buried in me we both exhaled at the connection of our bodies and souls.
We were now one being tied together with our lustful need. Rex was an
experienced lover. Each move of his stimulated me more. He knew how to
bring me to the very edge and then withdraw just enough to make me want
more. I begged and begged for him to fill me with his essence, to make us
one being. Finally, my body exploded just as he plunged deep inside me,
filling me. I felt his cock twitch as his explosion filled me. My own
cock exploded at the same time. He fell forward kissing my neck and
mumbling his love. I felt him still pumping the last bits of his love
into my welcoming body.
 We fell asleep with him still buried inside me. I woke up some time
later with him cuddled against my back, his hardness seeking my love
canal once more. He moaned when he found his target and slowly pushed in
filling me once again with that special feeling of his love. Hours later
we woke up. I glanced over to the clock radio to see that it was 3AM. I
turned to face him. He moaned as our connection broke us apart. I softly
whispered "It's Saturday we don't have to go to work. If you want we can
stay naked all day?" He opened his eyes smiling to say "An excellent
idea. I can show you how much I love you all day and then we can go to
bed tonight in your bed. I guess that from now on we'll only need one
bed?"