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The Chief's eyes rolled heavenward in pure ecstacy. This was definitely better than his wife's meatloaf. He'd have to make it up to her for missing dinner. Maybe he'd even bother to fuck her. But he put that out of his mind and decided to enjoy the moment for what it was. He bent his head forward and looked down. The shirtless Officer Jonas Towne was on his knees in front of him rendering services to the Chief's cock. It was so enjoyable. The Chief looked away and thought for a moment, the past 5 minutes had been so furious he couldn't remember how Towne had gotten all of the Chief's clothes off. However he did remember removing Towne's shirt. Oh, that wonderful chest, perfectly shaped, perfectly toned. Chief Sanders knew that he was in pretty good shape himself, but he looked old and sagging compared to Jonas. A chuckle passed through his lips as he realized how many codes he'd just violated by being with this 29 year-old stud. As he reached climax, the Chief grabbed hold of Towne's head and forced it harder onto his cock, making him drink every mL of his semen. As the feelings subsided, he released Towne's head, and Towne inched his way upward to rest his head on the Chief's chest. They both just lay there for a moment. Then Sanders broke the silence, "Jonas, I have a job for you." A quiet, "Anything" was whispered. "The commissioner has reason to believe that Senator Alfred Johnson is receiving illegal campaign funds. I'm sending you undercover to the Senator's beach house on Merritt Island. You'll be vacationing in the house next door. I want you to get into that house and find proof of his illegal campaigning. Use ANY tactics necessary." Sanders smiled as he said the last sentence. Mike Johnson watched from his bedroom window as the Camry pulled into the driveway at the house next door. Mike watched the neighbors a lot. What else was he to do? Summer was boring as hell. This was supposed to be the best time of the year, but his parents had made him come to the beach house. He was 18, and they still told him what to do. The last person to use the house next door, would spend all day in the house, but the interesting part was he was naked 24 hours a day, except when he went to the beach or out to get the newspaper. Too bad he was butt ugly. But this new neighbor showed promise. He looked like he could be 6'1" or 2". And his muscles could be seen through his shirt. Mike imagined that he would probably look good in some kind of uniform. The man took his suitcases inside, and a few minutes later reappeared and walked back to his car. Mike slipped on his sandals and ran outside. Mike was pretty good looking himself. His shaggy brown hair glistened in the sunlight, and his blue eyes sparkled when he smiled. His skin was a healthy brown from spending every summer and vacation at the beach. Plus, he was on the swim team at school so his body was in peak condition. Mike slowed his pace as he reached the man. As the man looked up, Mike extended his hand. "Hi, I'm Mike Jonas. I live next door." The man smiled, revealing his bright white teeth, which accented his dark black hair. "Good to met you Mike. I'm Jonas Towne. And it'll be nice getting to know you better." Mike thought he heard something in the way Jonas said that, but he didn't ponder too long. "Isn't there an indoor pool in your house. I think I've seen it through the window, but the last neighbor wasn't exactly keen on visitors." Mike was trying the best he could to make a friend. Even if this guy was more than a decade older than him. "Yeah, actually there is. You're more than welcome to come over and try it out." "Thanks I think I will. I've got some errands to do this afternoon, but my parents won't be in until tomorrow. So I've got nothing to do tonight." Mike was lying about the errands, but he didn't want to seem pushy. "Great. Then I'll see you tonight." With that, Jonas picked up one last item out of his suitcase and walked inside. Mike took that to mean the conversation was over, so he turned around and went back to his room to spy on Towne. Jonas knew that this would be his chance to pry his way into the Johnson household. Now he just had to was tie up the loose ends and he was home free. But he didn't think it would too hard. The boy looked eager enough. Besides, he didn't look too bad anyway. Jonas got to work unpacking his stuff. And awaited Mike's arrival that evening. Around 9:00, the doorbell rang. It was well after dark, and Jonas couldn't see who was at the door through the window. The outside lights weren't coming on. He'd have to fix that tomorrow. He opened the door. Mike was standing there in a pair of board shorts with a towel slung over his back. "Wow," Jonas thought "this boy has some body". While he didn't quite have a six-pack, he had a well defined 4-pack. "I was afraid you weren't going to make it." Jonas lied. "Oh, I took a nap and slept longer than I expected." "Well, I'm glad you woke up. Would have been a slow evening." Jonas was already flirting. Mike looked around the foyer. "So where's the pool?" Jonas pointed with his finger, "It's down the hall and on your left. Go ahead and get in, I'll be a moment changing." Mike made his way to the pool and slowly stepped in. It was heated. Mike wasn't swimming long, before Jonas arrived in a pair of shorts. "Somehow I forgot my swimsuit. Kinda stupid of me." Jonas jumped in and started doing laps. They both swam and chatted for about 45 minutes. Mike learned that Jonas was an engineer in Seattle, and that he was going to be on Merritt Island for a couple months. Jonas learned that Mike's parents were in New York, being entertained by some old college friends. Eventually they both got a little bored, so Jonas suggested that they watch a little TV. He even offered Mike a beer. Mike was really starting to like this guy. He wasn't as uptight as his parents. After drying off, Mike sat down in front of the TV with his Miller Light and started watching some Sunday evening matinee. Jonas had gone upstairs to change. Moments later Jonas reappeared in a t-shirt and khaki shorts. He picked up a beer and sat next to Mike. "Having fun yet?" "Not really. How can networks survive with this trash on TV. This movie is really boring." Jonas smiled. "May be I can change that..." Jonas turned towards Mike and started rubbing Mike's chest. He slid his hand down and started rubbing Mike's inner thigh. "What the hell?" Mike was a little surprise by his move. He had no idea that Jonas was gay. "Relax and enjoy it." Slowly Mike calmed his nerves and started enjoying Jonas' sensual massage. After a moment Jonas put Mike's legs on the couch so that he was situated under Jonas. He began putting his full wait onto Mike. That's when Mike really started to get into it. He put his hands behind Jonas and started rubbing his butt. Jonas lowered himself and began kissing Mike's mouth. Mike moved began to remove Jonas' shirt and the kissing stopped only long enough for the shirt to move over this head. Bare chests were now rubbing together, and covered crotches were beginning to strain against their cages. Mike's was the first to be released. Jonas moved backward and opened up Mike's board shorts. They were velcro and made the ripping sound as he separated them. "Ever had a oral sex, Mike?" Mike shook his head. All he'd ever done was dream and fantasize. He'd never been any where close to the real thing. Jonas lowered his head onto Mike's member. Mike spasmed as he felt Jonas' warm mouth on his crotch. It was too wonderful. Jonas slipped his tongue around the head, paying close attention to the slit. This seemed to drive Mike wild. Then after a few careful moments, Jonas began to deep throat Mike. It was slow at first, but then picked up pace. Mike reached down and put his hands on the back of Jonas' head. He then began bucking to the motion. For a few moments, they were almost like a machine. Then Mike tightened. He began spurting, and didn't stop for what seemed like ages. When he was done, Jonas liked his dick clean, removed his mouth and pulled Mike's board shorts the rest of the way off. He moved back up Mike's naked body and started frenching Mike again, allowing Mike's semen to mix with his own saliva. Mike liked the idea...and the taste. Then suddenly, Mike stopped Jonas. "Sit up." Jonas immediately sat up on his knees. Mike pushed himself up with his hands and admired Jonas' chest for a moment. He then reached forward and unbuttoned and unzipped Jonas' shorts. Jonas stood up and allowed them to fall onto the couch, he then stepped out of them. Mike rolled to the floor, and Jonas followed by stepping onto the ground. Mike got up and knelt in front of Jonas who was still wearing dark blue briefs which did little to hide his bulging package. Mike grabbed both sides of the underwear, pulled on the elastic and forced them to the ground. Jonas' cock swung free. Mike stood up, sliding his hands along Jonas' taut body on his way up. When he reached full his full height, Mike leaned in close to Jonas' ear and whispered, "I want you to FUCK me doggie style." Jonas smiled. His plan was working perfectly. "Let me go get some lube and a condom." He turned to walk into the other room, but Mike's hand caught his arm. "No, no lube and no condom. I want it NOW." Jonas wasn't about to say no. Mike got on his hands and knees on the floor. The carpet was a light peach and very soft to the touch. Mike was glad. He was figuring that it would be the only thing that WAS soft. Jonas knelt down behind him, cock in hand. Mike's cock was already hard again from anticipation. Jonas grabbed onto Mike's shoulders from under his arms, and slowly began entering him. But before he could enter anymore, Mike reached behind and forced Jonas enter him hard and fast. Mike let out a scream and Jonas a grunt. It hurt like hell, but it was so wonderful at the same time. Mike then released his hands and gave full control over to Jonas' ministrations. Jonas, figuring that Mike must want it hard, began bucking wildly. Before they knew it, Jonas had ejaculated and Mike was crying from sheer ecstasy. Jonas pulled out and they collapsed on one another. They kissed once again. And then just lay there for a while. But that was the only slow time that evening...or morning. Jonas fucked Mike once in the pool. Mike blew Jonas in the shower. They refused to remove their hands from the other's body. Mike worked up the nerve and fucked Jonas in the wet sand down at the beach, while the water washed over them. They even made it across the yard, and Jonas got off inside of Mike at the thought that he was fucking the Senator's son in his own bed. Somehow the next morning they made it back to Jonas' house and slept for about 3 hours next to each other in Jonas' bed. Mike was awakened by the slamming of a car door. He flew out of bed, somehow managing not to awake Jonas who was happily slumbering in the nude, something he rarely did. Peering through the window, he could see it was his parents' car. He ran out of the bedroom and grabbed a bathrobe on his way out. Out the back door, and in his own back door. Being in shape and a bit of luck helped him to reach the inside of his front door before his mom reach the outside. That way he greeted her with a kiss before she stepped inside. She smiled at him and commented on what a nice bathrobe he had. Jonas watched as Senator Johnson closed the car trunk and walked toward the house. Jonas smirked. He was in. It was much easier than he thought it would be. He laughed as he considered the idea that he would fuck the Senator even if the situation didn't force him to. He had always had this thing for government men. Senator Johnson turned his head to the house next door. He thought he saw a pair of eyes through window shades on the second floor, but when he looked again, they were gone. He looked side to side and rubbed his crotch. He was erect, again. He'd just fucked his former roommate this morning. How could he be erect again. Oh well, guess I'll have to settle for Martha tonight. There'll be more to come. If you liked my story, write me at Nullalloy@hotmail.com