Date: Fri, 25 Oct 2002 01:31:45 EDT
From: CupDrinker@aol.com
Subject: Avery's Boys 10

Glad you enjoyed the last chapter.  Who would have thought
that porn, kids and sex would be a hit?  Ok, let me take
this time to answer a question.  Danny and his brothers from
the drug case (chapter 1 and or 2), have not been forgotten.
When I wrote them in, it was doing a rewrite that I put them
in.  So as the story has continued, it may seem that they
have been forgotten but they have not.  So when I finally
get back to them I will let you know.  The following is pure
fiction.  Nothing in this story has happened, or probably
will happen.  Do not continue to read if you find this/these
types of stories offensive.  Certain items are registered
trademarks that are owned by their respective companies.
The people in these stories are not intended to resemble any
living person.  Any other stories that are not written by
this author are copyrighted by their respective author(s).
Please feel free to write for comments/suggestions to
CupDrinker@aol.com or CupDrinker@chartermi.net.
Ok the plug of the story goes to...(please make a drum
roll)...'Shawn and Joey' in the adult/youth section.  When I
read it, I was kind of surprised that it took this long for
someone here to write a story about them.  So please be nice
and check it out.
Ok, here is what happened in the last story.  Avery listens
to Nolan on how he got involved in this sort of business.
Nolan hints that Avery will be back asking for some help,
noting that he knows many connections and that a few of them
center around Avery.  Avery meets back up with Chris and
Jesse, as he finds the two of them in a boy orgy as they
film the last scene of `Playtime'.  At the end of filming,
Chris seems to have made an enemy of Patrick, a boy that is
a star of some movies.  Avery's surveillance team arrives,
much to the dismay of Avery.  The team is supposed to watch
over his house in case `John Jay' might make an attempt on
him.  Nolan has his assistant drop off a package to Avery,
which contains porn tapes.  Chris, Avery and Bryan watch
`Hockey Nights' (loosely based on a story on nifty).  After
watching the film Bryan tells Avery that since he has helped
him out, that he will become his slave.  And now the last
few paragraphs from chapter 9:

I could tell in the look in his eyes that Bryan was not
joking with this and that he really thought that this was
his best way of repaying me, for just doing my job.  "Fine,
but you only have to do what you want to do.  I won't be
making you get on your hands and knees scrubbing the floors
or shit like that.."

"That's ok.  If you want me on my hands and knees then that
is where I will be."

"What about me?  I mean does the same offer apply to me?
Chris asked, not wanting to miss out on any forms of sex.

"Sorry Chris, but it was really Avery who saved me.  I mean
get real, you lived two floors above me for more than six
months, but it was Avery who was in the building for a few
hours that finally helped me out."  The look is Chris' eyes
went from pleading to shame.  "But if Avery says that it is
ok, and he doesn't want to use me for the day, then he can
let you have me."

This brought a smile back to Chris' face.  He looked over at
me, and smiled again when he could read in my mind that I
was going to let Chris use Bryan.



Story - Avery's Boys

Chapter - Ten - Spanish Boy

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I woke up at around 8 in the morning.  I turned over to my
side to try and cuddle up to Roxy.  As I turned over, I felt
nothing.  As I opened up my eyes, I then remembered that
Roxy had told me that she had to go up north to see some
college friends and that she would be back in two days.
Shit two days without her, will seem like a year since it
had been months since we had spent not more than a day away
from each other.  I wiped the sleep away from my eyes, and
proceeded to get out of bed.

I made my way into the living room, hoping to find Bryan,
but there was no one.  I checked the kitchen, and again no
one.  I walked to the front of my house to look out the
window to check on the two teams, which I found them
stretching their legs.  To be nice I decided to get them
some coffee, so I went and found out some to make.  I had
never liked the taste or smell of coffee, learning to
dislike it from my grandparents.  But I did by best in
putting the water and coffee into a coffee machine, which I
have been using as a hot chocolate machine.  Once it was
ready to go, I poured them into some mugs and walked
outside.

"Shit Special Agent Douglas, I wish I could have a body like
you."  One of the team members said, and then his face
turned red from the upcoming embarrassment that his other
team members would give him.

I passed out the coffee to the agents.  "Thanks", I said to
the agent that made the comment, now noting that I was only
wearing a pair of boxers.  "I credit this to the training
grounds at the Bureau, doing a morning run most days, and
having a girlfriend that would kill me if I ever got out of
shape."

"You plan on running today?"  The agent in charged asked,
after thanking me for the coffee.

"I didn't plan on it.  I figured that I would give you guys
a break while watching over me, while trying to catch this
phantom person that is not coming."

"Well, don't wish for what you ask for."

I walked back into my house, reading the report the agent
handed me, which detailed the events from last night.  Wow,
I never realized how boring it would be for someone to watch
me.  The only exciting event that I read which happened,
happened at 114am when they heard a noise coming from the
wooded area behind my house.  After looking into it, they
discovered it was only a cat.

I walked up stairs to wake up the boys, saying to myself
that if I was up this early then everyone was going to be
with me.  I walked up to the second floor, and stood looking
down the hallway.  I asked myself "Avery, when was the last
time that you actually used this floor?"  I walked up to the
third floor, and opened up Chris' door.  The light from the
doorway flooded into the room, as I was able to look at the
naked body of Chris.  His back was turned to me, so I was
able to see his perfect back.  His backbone seemed perfectly
shaped, as it trailed down to his muscular ass.  I was
tempted to reach my hand out and just run my fingers across
it, but I stopped short and grabbed him on his shoulder to
wake him up.

"Damn it Avery.  Don't you ever sleep in anymore?"  Chris
woke up on his good side.

"Couldn't sleep, not having Roxy next to me."

"Fuck that.  Sleep next to me tonight then, if that means
I'll be able to sleep."  The idea of that happening sent an
instant hardon to my dick, which was not being held back by
the cotton material in my boxers.  "Yeah I thought that you
would like that."  Chris said while looking down at my
tenting boxers.

"Shut the fuck up Chris and just get out of bed."  I was a
little upset with myself that I was caught popping a boner,
thinking about him.

Chris was right behind me when I started to head down the
hall, to go and wake up Bryan.  "Slow down Avery.  Shit,
don't be fucking pissed at me just because you got wood
looking at me.  I mean look at me?  I know that I'm like a
greek god, shit people pay me fucking money so they can suck
my cock or let me fuck them.  So what you did was perfectly
normal."

I stopped short of opening up Bryan's door.  "Normal?  This
is not fucking normal.  None of this, which has happened
over the last few days, is normal.  Shit, can you imagine
what would happen if any of this got out?  My career would
be done, and I for sure would be thrown in a federal prison.
And I can only think about what the prison population would
do to me, once they found out that a F.B.I. agent was
amongst them."

"Sorry Avery, but you have really made this mess for
yourself.  Take a look at everything that you have done, in
the last few days.  You pick up two kids, you bring them to
your house where you pretty much say `fuck whoever and
whenever you want', you already fucked Danny and probably
Bryan, but for sure he has given you a bj.  And now you are
friends with a high school friend that owns a company that
films kids having sex."

"Wait a minute...I'm not friends with Nolan.  I use to be
but I'm not anymore.  There is a difference.  And lets get
the record straight here, you are the one that told me to
keep the kids here, plus you are the one that said I should
take them to my house.  So I fucking blame you for any
problems."  This was actually the first verbal fight between
Chris and I.  Although it felt good to let off some steam, I
knew that I felt badly and I could tell that so did he.

"Speaking of problems, what are you going to do with Bryan?"

"What do you mean?"  I asked and opened up the door.

"What do you mean, what do you mean?  Don't you remember
last night, when he told you that he was going to be your
slave?"

How could I forget last night?  I mean it is not every day
you find a cute twelve year old boy, that wants to be your
sex slave.  "You are right, I forgot all about it."  I tried
to sound like I had not really paid attention to what Bryan
has told me last night.

The door opened up, and there lying on the top of the covers
was Bryan.  He looked so prefect, from the way his hair fell
onto his pillow, to the way his butt was in this boxers.  He
was breathing nicely, as we could see it from his naked
chest.  We stepped into his room, and stood on either sides
of the bed.

"How many pills did you give him?"  I asked Chris, referring
to the sleeping pills that we had gotten for him.  Now it is
not like we had drugged him up, but I was just tired of him
getting up at the butt crack of dawn.

"Fuck if I know..two...three, maybe four.  All I know is you
said `give that kid some fucking sleeping pills'."

I picked him up and started to carry him out of his room.
"Well, lets take him downstairs and put him down on the
couch.  He should start to wake up in about an hour or so."
I waited for Chris to move out of the way, while waiting I
starred at his ass.  Damn it was perfect.  Wait I can't be
falling for my best friends brother!

I sat Bryan down on the couch, and then I turned on the tv,
I sat down by Bryan's feet while Chris sat next to his head.
I started flipping through the channels really just to pass
the time, in hopes that 1. Bryan would wake up and 2. Smits
would call to tell me that I would be back on the drug case.
I guess I was clicking to fast, because Chris started to
yell at me.

"Slow the fuck down.  Damn even I don't fucking click that
fast!  Shit don't you know the rules?  You are supposed to
leave it on a channel until someone says at least three
words and then you can turn the channel.  Fucking give me
that remote."

I handed Chris the remote.  "Chris, did you have a hard time
sleeping?"

"Nope, but I had the nicest dream though.  It was nice,
cause Bryan was in it, Rex and Roxy was in it.  It started
off, where they tied me up on my bed and then they took
turns sucking me off.  After I blew a load in each of their
mouths, they each took a turn riding my cock.  It was
fucking sweet!  I don't think I've ever produced so much cum
in my life.  The weird thing about it was, I woke up in the
middle of the night in a puddle of cum, I couldn't believe
it I had a wet dream.  I mean damn I'm 16 and I'm having a
wet dream."

"No it's not weird.  All you have to do is not ejaculate a
lot for a few days, and it just comes natural that it has to
come out."

"Well thank you Dr. Douglas."  We both laughed, about the
conversation we were having.  "What about you?  What type of
dream did you have?"

"Well, just like you I had a nice one.  It started off by me
taking a vacation trip to Spain.  I don't know why, it's not
like I can speak Spanish.  I had rented a small town house
in the countryside, just outside of Madrid.  As I was
getting off the plane, I decided on taking a small tour of
the town, so I just hopped on a bus and rode around the
city.  The city was nice, a little small from what I was
expecting, but I guess since it was a dream, I was only
picturing on what I thought it would look like.  As I was
riding on the bus, I looked around and noticed that I was
the only one aboard, besides the driver.  It remained like
that for about a half hour, so I just sat back and took in
the sights.  Now this is where the dream started to get
interesting.  The bus pull off to the side of the road, and
the driver came back to me and said something in Spanish.
Well, being my dream I understood him completely."

"Damn Avery that is weird."

"Shut the fuck up and let me tell you my dream.  Shit you
didn't see me getting pissed when you told me that you had a
dream about fucking Roxy did you?"  Chris didn't respond.
"Exactly.  Now if you don't mind...So the bus driver was
telling me to get off the bus, that it was time for him to
go home.  So I was fucked in that I didn't know where to go
to, so I just got off and then started to walk back the way
I thought I should go.  Well, I was walking down a road that
turned into a `tourist trap' road, where all these people
were selling some small trinkets and such.  As I was looking
at some local shit, this little kid ran into me.  I looked
down and there this little kid smiled at me and then ran
off.  I didn't think about it, until I noticed that my
wallet was gone.  So I took off running to chase down the
boy.  He was pretty good, weaving in and out between people,
cars and buses.  He almost get away from me a couple of
times, but for some reason I kept on catching up to him, it
was almost like I was suppose to catch him.

The boy made a quick right turn down this old walkway, and
then out of my sight.  I rounded the corner about ten
seconds after he did.  I thought for sure that he would be
long gone, but to my amazement I found the kid trapped in a
dead end.  The boys face was filled with fear, as he knew
that there was no way out of this, he was finally beaten.  I
walked till I was about ten feet in front of him, and bent
over so I could catch my breath, from the fifteen-minute
chase.

"Why did you take it?"  I asked the boy.

"I needed the money."  The boy responded after throwing my
wallet back to me.

"You speak English?"

"Hey it's your dream I can speak what ever language you
want."

"Don't start with me smart ass."  I opened up my wallet to
show my Bureau shield.  "You know what this is, don't you?"

"You a policeman?"  The boy now seemed nervous.  To me it
seemed like he has had many run ins with the local
authorities.

"Not quite.  I'm from the United States of America; I am an
agent in the F.B.I.  Why did you take this, you know it's a
crime to steal this?  Your country and my country have
agreements about this sort of shit.  You could be in some
serious trouble."

The boy waited for a few minutes.  This gave me some time to
take a look at this boy.  I took him to be 13, maybe ninety
pounds at most.  His hair wasn't black like most Spanish
people, but it was more of a brown and it looked like he
hadn't combed it in over a week.  His clothes weren't the
greatest either, they were a little baggy and they were
dirty.  The dust from the city streets seemed to have
gathered on his white shirt, which now looked tan.  His
shorts were starting to fray, as they appeared to have been
on the boy for a few weeks without being taken off.  It was
a Nike shirt and a pair of cargo shorts, so I knew that he
must have been from a family recently.

"I needed the money."  He blurted out, and then shut up.

"Why?  If you needed a couple of dollars then you could have
asked."

"Whatever mister.  People around here just don't give money
to kids like me."

I was getting nowhere with this kid.  I could tell that by
looking at the kid, he probably stole my wallet to get some
money for food.  He kept on trying to think of ways to
escape, but the walkway was too narrow to slip past me.  I
decided to play on the kids' apparent hunger.  "Hey kid you
hungry?"  He gave a slight nod.  "Tell you what.  Since I am
a tourist to your country, if you show me around till we get
something to eat, you can go after that.  Deal?"

The kid seemed to let his guard down, and do a one-eighty,
he smiled and shook my hand.  Shit this is becoming cheaper
and cheaper.  First I get a free ride of the city, and now I
get local to show me around all for the price of a meal for
the kid and myself.

He promised me that he was taking me to one of the better
restaurants, that only the locals know about, as he led me
be the arm out from the dead-end walkway.  To be honest I
felt a little strange, having a little kid holding my hand
and knowing that some of the people we past were looking
right at me.  Every so often, we would pass a certain
building and he would give me some history of it, but mostly
he would tell me on how the whores of the city work out of
there.  It was a nice brisk walk, which I credited the pace
to the idea that the kid was going to get a free meal out of
this.  We finally came to an open-air restaurant, with
circular tables with canopies over them.  The waiter sat us
down at the table, which was closest to the street, and then
handed us the menus.

I told the kid that he could order whatever he wanted, since
he was such a great tour guide.  This brought an instant
smile to him, which I was able to admire.  We ordered some
local wines, and plates and waited for the waiter to return.
I thought that since we had at least ten minutes to kill,
why not learn about my newfound pickpocket friend.  "So
what's your name?"

"Alessandro...my name is Alessandro."

This could have been a made up name, but I didn't press it
any further.  We made some small talk about the country and
town that he lived in.  He gave me the usual lecture about
what there was to do in this town, like bars, clubs,
theaters.  I listened as Allessandro rattled off places and
people like I have known them for years and years.
Allessandro had let down any fears that he had of me, and
was now laughing and telling jokes, as we continued to
finish off our first glasses of drinks.  I didn't really get
his jokes, but quickly laughed as soon as I heard him start
to laugh.

Within about ten minutes our meals arrived, with Allessandro
putting on a huge smile as the plate full of food was placed
in front of him.  He quickly ate the food with his hands,
much to the dismay of the other patrons.  Once his hands
were on the plate, I placed my hand on top of his.  "Maybe
you should use a fork."  He scanned the crowd and started to
blush, once he made eye contact with the older ladies who
were quietly talking about this gross scene.  Once we were
almost done with our meal, the waiter came by and refilled
our drinks.  He asked if there would be anymore.  I asked
Allessandro if there were any good desserts, for which he
responded with a quick "yes".  The waiter quickly scribbled
down the desserts, and left us alone.

"Tell me a little bit about yourself.  Why are you stealing
on the street?"  It was like I had broken a bond between us,
as he said nothing for about a minute or so.

"I live with my parents.  It's not like I need your money."
His response ended almost as soon as it started.

"Good to hear, but then why?  Come on Allessandro, I've
already bought you this meal and if I was going to turn you
in or something like that, do you think I would have agreed
to this?"

"I took it because you weren't looking at me."

He hung his head down like he had done something wrong.  "I
wasn't looking at you?  Shit, I've only been in your country
for thirty minutes and you're complaining that I wasn't
looking at you.  Fuck me!  I've been accused of some shit
before, but not because I WASN'T looking at someone."  The
response to his remark as the wrong answer that he was
looking for, and began to cry.  Why me?  Why can't kids cry
when Roxy is around so I can leave them with her?  "Sorry
about that.  Didn't mean to make you cry."  I handed
Allessandro my napkin, as he wiped away the tears that were
soaking his face.

"Sorry.  It's just that I have men coming on to me all the
time, but when I was trying to come onto you, you did
nothing.  I just wanted to have some fun, but you ignored
me."

"Ignored you.  I didn't even see you, when I got into the
city."  I was telling the truth, I really didn't the boy.
Either he wasn't trying his hardest to give me a boner, or I
was totally into my vacation.

"Do you want to get out of here?  I don't think that I can
deal with this anymore, in front of these people."  The
waiter came by with our desserts, but I told him that he had
to leave.  He handed me the bill, which I paid for and gave
him a decent tip for not eating the desserts.  Allessandro
led the way, as we made our way back down the street.

He offered to take me back to his house.  "Won't your
parents wonder why their teenage son is bringing home a
twenty-something tourist?"

"Oh, they won't mind me bringing home a police officer.
They are in a drug cartel, so the more police officers the
merrier."

And so we were off, as he jumped onto a bus, which led us to
his subdivision.  Within ten minutes, Allessandro and myself
were inside his house.  He gave me the quick tour, showing
me the bathroom, kitchen, living room, bedrooms.  The part I
enjoyed was the family pictures.  "That is my brother Rocco.
He is nine, he likes me and I like him.  Come on I want to
show you to my room."

"He likes me and I like him?"  I asked myself that question
in my mind, about a dozen times before I stepped into the
doorway to his room.  His bedroom was, well it was a typical
Spanish boys room (shit I don't know what Spanish boys room
looks like), posters of sports stars were on the walls, and
there was a bed, dresser and a computer.  I walked in and
went over to his computer, which was piled full of computer
papers.  "You must like to read a lot?"  I picked up a pile
of papers and began to read some of them.  "Some taste in
reading material?"

"Oh yeah.  I like to read those types of stories.  I print
them out and sometimes I read them to my brother, before
goes to bed."

Each paper on the desk was the same, which contained stories
of guys fucking guys, guys fucking boys and so on.  My cock
was starting to swell as I read the stories.  I turned
towards the bed, when I heard Allessandro start to jump on
it.  "You enjoy those stories too?"

"I don't enjoy reading the stories, I enjoy real life
Allessandro."

Now that was the response he was looking for.  He jumped off
the bed and got on his knees before me.  His scrawny hands
reached up to my zipper and button as he lowered my pants
down to my ankles.  He hooked his thumbs under the waistband
of my boxers and lowered them down.  "Damn, you have one
large one.  The biggest one I've seen."  That ended the
small talk from him, as he didn't even start to give me a
hand job.  He moved his mouth in close and swallowed by limp
six inches.  The inside of his mouth was nice and warm, as
he knew exactly what to do with his tongue and lips.  I
thought for sure that his teeth would scratch my cock, but
with what seemed like major practice he keep his teeth
covered by his lips.  He brought me to the brink of cumming
as his spare hands played with my balls.  "Damn
Allessandro...fuck you are so hot."

As he was bobbing up and down on my pole, he masterly had
taken off his clothes without missing a beat.  He was
moaning some shit in Spanish, but I couldn't understand him.
As his moans picked up, so did his sucking.  He pulled off
of me, and leaned up against his bed.  "Ok you're ready
now."

"Ready for what?"  I braced my arms on the dresser, as I
looked this gorgeous thirteen-year old boy.

"Ready to fuck me."

"You sure?  I mean I might be a little too big."

"It's not like you will be the first one."

Allessandro grabbed me by the arm as he leaned me on top of
him.  He wrapped his legs around my waist, as he guided his
boyhole to my stiff dick.  My dick started to twitch as it
was rubbing up against his smooth thighs.

"Fuck I wish I had dreams like that."

"Shit it's about time you woke up, Bryan."  I leaned down
and gave him a hug.

"Fuck Bryan, he was just about to get to the good part.
Fucking finish the story, Avery."  I looked over at Chris
who was sporting his major hardon, as my dream had aroused
him.

"Actually that was the end.  I woke up after that."

"You fucking bullshiter you.  Don't fucking leave me
hanging, fucking make something up."

"Sorry, there is nothing more.  You fucking make up your own
ending, better yet go back to bed and dream your own."  I
got up and went into the kitchen, to make breakfast, Bryan
was right behind me.  "You want something?"

"No Avery, do you want something?  I'm your slave, use me."

"Bryan."  I picked him up and sat him on the kitchen
counter.  "I'm going to give you one last out of your little
deal you gave me."

"I owe you this.  Use me."  Bryan reached his hand out and
started to rub by cock through my boxer material.

I leaned in and kissed him on his mouth, our tongues darted
in and out of each other.  I lowered my boxers down, and
lifted Bryan up enough for him to remove his boxers.  I
wrapped my arms around his body, to bring him in closer to
me as he continued to stoke my cock.  Masturbating in the
morning is a ritual for me, so having someone do it for me
was even better.  He had worked by cock to its max and more,
so I could feel my precum coating his hand as he began to
stroke it faster.  He leaned in my ear, "Fuck me Av.  Fuck
me hard, fucking shove your dick up my ass."

I didn't have to wait for an answer, as he slipped under my
arms, and leaned himself over the open end of the counter.
He was bent over the edge, as he began to flex his ass
muscles.  I stepped up behind him and aimed my dick at his
hole.  "You want to be a slave, then a slave you will be.
Fucking start to moan."  And moan he did as I shoved my cock
into his ass, without slowing down a bit.  He opened up his
ass, as I was able to slide in all the way, until I hit the
end.  I withdrew it all the way, head and all and then
slammed it back in.  I was ramming it in harder and harder,
each time picking up speed.  He worked up his ass muscles to
squeeze on my dick, when I would pull out creating more
pressure on my cock.  Bryan was amazing, as he was taking
this with stride.  He smiled as this new attention was being
put on him.

I couldn't last any longer, and once I was ready to explode,
he pushed his ass back farther.  I slammed it in one last
time; this time shoving it in farther than I thought his
hole would take.  I could feel my cock throbbing into this
tight ass, and then I felt my cum filing up his hole along
side my cock.  My cock was softening, and after a few
minutes I was able to pull out of his ass.  Bryan continued
to lean across the countertop, as his hole remained open.

"Fuck me.  I can't believe this shit.  I'm going to be the
only one in this house, not getting any."  Chris screamed
from the living room, as he watched us fucking.

"That is not true.  I think that Bryan wouldn't mind a
little piece of you.  Would you Bryan?"

"FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME.  I could be here all day,
with you two fucking me one after another."

Chris was already running into the kitchen, as he was ready
to fuck this kid.  "Sloppy seconds?  You are giving me
sloppy seconds?"

"Fine go out and fuck one of the agents outside."  Chris
gave me a `fuck you' look, and took his position behind
Bryan.

He didn't have to lather up his cock, as it slide in with
the help of my cum.  Chris being a little bit shorter than I
had to stand on his toes to get the best effect of the boy's
ass.  I stood and watched from across the room, as my
friend's brother was fucking my `slave'.  I had thought that
I was a little rough on Bryan, but Chris was taking no mercy
on the boys' ass.  As he was slamming into Bryan, he was
smacking his ass, causing his ass to quiver on his pole.  He
even went as far as to bite him on his shoulders.  Chris
fucked Bryan for over ten minutes without letting up.

Chris leaned his head back and arched his back, as I knew
the tell tale signs that he was unloading his cum into
Bryans ass to mix with mine.  He kept his dick in the boy's
ass.  If he would have pulled it out, the cum from both of
us would have trailed down his leg.  Chris' tool was working
as a plug.  "Avery has let me have you, Motherfucker.  I
fucking control you know, just as much as Avery.
Understand?"

"...Fuck me again.  Don't pull out, keep it in."

"You have to work your ass then boy.  You must keep me hard,
or I'll pull out.  And if I have to pull my soft cock out of
you..boy you will be fucking punished.  Ever seen a bottle
up your ass?"

Bryan knew that Chris wasn't kidding around.  He knew that
this might happen, with his promise to be my `slave', so he
clinched his ass around Chris' cock, making sure it didn't
go soft.  I didn't know what Chris had planned, as he stood
there on his toes with his cock up the boy's ass.  I was
about to ask, how long this was going to take, when my cell
rang.

I walked in front of Bryan to pick up my phone.  I looked
down and I saw a look of pleasure in his eyes.  As I started
to talk, I felt Bryan's mouth start to suck on my cock.

"Yes this is AAAAAAAAgent Douglas."  I screamed a little, as
Bryan got all of me in his mouth.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, Special Agent.  Fucking
grow up."

"Yes sir, S. A. Smits.  What can I help you with?"  I
smacked Bryan on the top of his head, to make Bryan slow
down on his sucking.

"I talked to the Area Director, he said that you are able to
continue with the drug case.  We have a meeting tomorrow at
5pm, here in the city.  Any questions?"  I could tell by the
sound of his voice that he really didn't want me back.

"Yeah.  What is going on with `John Jay'?  He still in
federal prison?"

"Avery, I'm going to cut the shit here.  They think that
`John Jay' has managed to escape to Canada.  The Royal
Mounted Police are covering the area.  But until he is
caught, the teams remain outside your house.  I have to go.
See you tomorrow."

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Ok thus ends chapter 10.  TEN!!!  Ten chapters in almost
record time, well not really.  Expect the next chapter
sometime around the 30th or 31st.  CupDrinker@aol.com or
CupDrinker@chartermi.net.  Thanks for the emails and keep
them coming, from whatever country you are from.