Date: Mon, 10 Nov 2014 09:33:51 -0600
From: dannyoceandocean20@hotmail.com
Subject: The Spy Who Loved Boys

This story is total fiction.  Please do not read if it is illegal in your
country.  Please e-mail me with feedback.  Thanks.
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The Spy Who Loved Boys
 by Danny Ocean


 It was a typical Saturday night at the Royale Hotel and Casino in Monte
Carlo.  Women wore the latest fashions and men were decked out in the
smartest tuxedos.  The gambling wheels and card dealers were working
non-stop to accommodate the large influx of customers.  The thumping disco
music reverberated through the place like a second heartbeat.

 The lazy hatcheck girl and cigarette girl were in a deep conversation
about the remarkably handsome gentleman who was cleaning up a the roulette
table.  Rumor had it that he was the British secret agent Clive Leatherby.
The hatcheck girl's heart speeded up when earlier she took his hat and
topcoat.  And later that evening, the cigarette girl slipped him a free
pack of Marlboros.  Thank you was all he said.

 Clive was winning more than losing that night.  Slim and dapper in his
black tux, he was the envy of all the men in the room.  Those ladies that
weren't downright staring at him would unconsciously gaze in his direction
during their gambling activities.  He was, however, there on business.  He
had agreed to sell some important government secrets to a high-level Soviet
agent for a very good price.  Traitor, you may think?  It was all a hoax.
He was simply being used as a decoy to allow more important British agents
to complete their assignments.  While the Soviets were gloating about the
new information they would be receiving, their own secrets were being
stolen by the REAL agents.  In other words, while Russians were dallying in
the parlor, the thieves were robbing the bedroom.

 With full bladder, he very graciously excused himself to go to the
bathroom.  He was spied walking through the main lounge by a rat-faced
Soviet spy called Rostov who immediately ran to the pay phone.  He picked
up the receiver and spoke.  "Leatherby is leaving the casino and heading
for the bathroom.  Everything is running smoothly.  Our operative is in
there waiting for him."

 Leatherby entered the bathroom and put out his cigarette in the floor
stand ash tray.  When he looked up he saw a young boy at one of the
urinals.  Leatherby gauged him to be about fifteen years old and he
appeared to be vibrating.  The boy turned his head to look at Leatherby.
Pretty boy, thought Leatherby.  Why the kid was masturbating at the urinal
was anybody's guess.  He let out a loud groan and ran to one of the stalls
and slammed the door.

 Clive smiled and felt unusually aroused.  He walked to the urinal,
unzipped, and began his business all the while listening for any other
juicy sounds coming from the stall.  He was rewarded with a few
high-pitched grunts and frustrated groans.

 After he zipped up, washed his hands, and combed his hair, he walked
soundlessly to the stall door.  He knocked gently.

 "Oh, what is it?" the boy asked with a charming British accent.

 "Need any help?" Leatherby asked in a low, soft seductive voice.

 "Leave me alone," said the boy still flogging away.

 "All I'm saying is, why settle for hamburger when you can have Filet
Mignon?"

 The door opened.  The boy was standing shirtless with his pants and
underwear around his ankles.  He had lovely black hair that came almost to
his shoulders.  If he wasn't so red in the face, Clive would have observed
a smooth flawless complexion.  His eyes were a deep blue and he had
unusually thick lips.  His erect penis was still in his fist.

 Clive closed the door behind him and locked it.  He took a step forward
and gently took hold of the boy's supple shoulders.  He pulled him close
and kissed him.  After a few seconds their passion increased.  The boy
whimpered and wrapped his lovely arms around Clive's neck.  Their lips
opened and their tongues wrestled.  They held each other tighter, then
tighter still.  Clive reached down and squeezed his perfect ass with an
iron grip causing the boy to break the kiss and moan loudly.

 Clive spun the boy around and sat on the toilet.  He took the boy's stiff
cock into his hand and jerked it slow and hard.  He fondled the boy's
scrotum with his gentle fingers.  The boy closed his eyes and hissed in
pure pleasure.  Clive began to lick the red tip, slowly and lovingly.  He
knew he was teasing the lad.  He wanted to see when and if the boy would
loose his cool.

 "Oh, suck it, damn you!!!" the boy squealed.

 "Ooooh, such language," Clive said.

 "Please, sir, I need to come.  Please suck me," the boy pleaded.

 "What's you name?"

 "Lee."

 "Well, grab hold of something, Lee while I drain your balls."

 Lee held onto the partitions that separated one stall from another and
quickly flew to heaven.  His cock was sucked into the mouth of the handsome
man.  He felt his tongue lick the underside of his penis.  Then he felt the
intense suction like that of a vacuum cleaner.  "OH, BLIMEY!!!" he
screamed.  The beautiful boy held out for about twenty seconds when his
cock expanded into Clive's mouth and began shooting cum like a fire hose.
Clive never stopped sucking during the boy's orgasm which caused Lee to
literally scream.  When his penis became too sensitive he told Clive to
stop.

 Lee was so weak in the knees that he straddled Clive's leg and sat.  With
eyelids fluttering, he pulled the man's mouth to his.  It was a slow kiss
of total appreciation.

 "Wow," Lee said.  "Death by blow-job."  That made them both laugh.

 Clive gently stroked the boy's smooth legs.  "I'm glad you enjoyed it."

 "Do you want me to suck you?" Lee offered.

 "Yes, but not here.  I'll probably make more noise that you just did."  He
stood up taking Lee with him.

 They both left the stall and tidied themselves up in front of the washroom
mirror.  Then Lee followed Clive out of the bathroom into the main lounge.

 Marge and Lucy, the hatcheck and cigarette girls, respectively, observed
agent Leatherby and a pretty young boy walk out of the men's room and stop
in the middle of the floor.  They then saw agent Leatherby hand the boy the
key to his hotel room and whisper something into his ear which caused both
girls' mouths to drop open.  Then the boy took the elevator up and
Leatherby walked back into the casino.

 "Well, you just never know, Marge."

 "You said it, Lucy."

 It took Leatherby a few minutes to cash in his chips, collect his
winnings, and knock back a martini which was enough time for Lee to find
the hidden microfilm hidden and throw it out the window to the waiting
Russian agent below.

 When Leatherby eventually opened his darkened hotel room, he saw Lee lying
naked in his bed with his perfect ass thrust into the air.

 "Please hurry, sir.  My hole's getting lonely," teased Lee.

 Leatherby shucked his clothes off in record time.  "I'll just get the
lube--"

 "All taken care of."

 The agent carefully knelt behind the boy and pushed in his rigid seven
inches slowly and completely.  The boy moaned loudly into the pillow.
Leatherby pulled the boy by his hips forcefully against himself to get the
feeling of total penetration.  It felt wonderful.  He was going to take his
time.  He hunched over Lee and spent the next few minutes caressing every
inch of his body.  He ran his hands over Lee's shoulders, back, arms,
belly, and finally genitals.  Lee was rock hard and throbbing.  He turned
his head sideways and said, "Must you tease so much?  Please fuck me, sir."

 "You'll lie there and take whatever I choose to give you.  Patience is a
virtue," said Leatherby casually fondling Lee's cock and balls.

 Lee took his revenge by rhythmically contracting and loosening his anal
muscles which to Leatherby felt very much like a regular blow job.

 "Oh, you little bugger," moaned Leatherby.  "Where the hell did you learn
to do that?"

 Lee giggled.  "I'm a very talented boy.  My reputation is known
world-wide.  Made millions."

 Oh shit, thought Leatherby.  I'm almost ready to cum.  He decided to make
an effort of getting in control of this situation.  He started fucking the
boy with a fierce determination.

 "Oh, yes, sir," groaned Lee finally feeling the cock he so desperately
wanted to experience.  He gripped the sheets with his fists and held on.

 Leatherby was fucking so hard the bed was banging the wall.  Lee was
grunting with each thrust.  Sweat was dripping from the agent's face.  He
never felt a hole this warm, tight, and luxurious.  He wasn't going to last
long.  With one last piercing howl he collapsed on top of Lee, ejaculating
joyously into the boy's rectum.

 After he finished, they both lay side by side on their backs.  "You win,"
said Leatherby when he was able to catch his breath.  "I can usually
control my orgasms, but you definitely took me by surprised."  Lee smiled.

 Leatherby said, "I do believe I'm lying in your puddle of cum."

 Lee laughed and said, "That's were I shot it."  Then he got serious.
"Never has my asshole been so thoroughly fucked.  You were marvelous."

 Leatherby turned to the boy and began kissing his chest.  He sucked his
nipple.  "Would you like to stay with me?  Travel with me?"

 Lee got out of bed and began dressing.  "I can't," he said sadly.

 Leatherby was slightly crushed.  He'd never met a boy like this.  "Very
well.  Maybe we can see each other again the next time I'm in Monte Carlo."

 "Perhaps," said Lee, slipping on his shoes.

 Leatherby lit a cigarette and tapped the ashes in a glass ash tray that he
placed on his chest.

 "Well," said Lee as he opened the door.  "Good-night, sir."

 Leatherby had his pride.  He wasn't about to beg the boy to stay.
"Good-night."

 After the door closed, Leatherby walked naked onto his balcony and looked
up at the full moon.  He knew without looking that his microfilm was gone.
Let the Russians be happy about getting their worthless information for
free.  No doubt he'd be reprimanded for his lack of professionalism, for
failing in his mission.  Or worse still, for dallying with a young boy.

 A warm breeze engulfed his body and blew the lace curtains.

 He decided to take his medicine, whatever that would be.