1. The Covert Operative


    Date: 7/30/2015, Categories: Gay Male, Interracial Sex, Shemales, Author: faggyboi, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    all the difference. It was Tuesday. They were ready to seal deal he remembered. Stephane sipped his coffee and thought of how to make to make a meeting with his handler. He knew he was being followed by the Secret Police as well as the C.I.A. Being planted as a trap for Colonel Urikob meant having the thugs of Naziria following his every move. As a part of the American spy agency’s Dorado Team, he had been trained for numerous possibilities. His eyes bugged. He clutched his stomach with one hand and fanned himself with the other. He vomited. The waitress rushed to make sure he was okay. He said he was fine and just needed to go to the restroom. The NSP watched what they knew to be their commander’s nephew chuck up at the table. They saw him stand and walk feebly away. Their listening devices indicated he was going to the men’s room. Stephane pulled two cell phones from a hidden compartment. He typed in a code on the first one and navigated to app that emitted a stream of white noise. On the other, he called a pre-programmed number. “Hello,” the female voice answered. “This is Hampton. I need to speak with Muse,” Stephane said deliberately. The operator pressed in a code and he was quickly patched through. “Hampton,” inquired the Central Intelligence handler. “Yeah. I saw the sign,” replied the undercover operative. “Good. We are moving in a team tonight. We will take out the general and extract you.” “Understood. What should I do?” “We need you to get the general alone in ...
    the northern rotunda.” “Damn, his security detail will make that hard, but I can do it.” “We know you can. We’ll kill him and pull you out simultaneously.” “Any story you want me to use to get him alone?” “No, Hampton. We’re leaving that to you. Bye.” The five-foot-six-inch man splashed cold water on his face. He walked out of the bathroom. He thought back to his days at Morehouse College. He was an international politics major from a sl**py town in Missouri. Ten days before graduation, he was arrested for public d***kenness. The entire ordeal had him completely upset. The night was going terribly and got worse. In the holding cell, he was approached by a considerably larger and much manlier thug. The criminal announced he was ready to fuck. The apparently vulnerable twenty-one year old did not flinch. Instead, he waited until the man was two feet away and exploded with a Tae Kwon Do back kick and followed it up with a hammer fist. The would-be r****t was severely incapacitated with a bl**dy broken nose. “Anybody else want some,” the diminutive bottom boy screeched. There were no takers. The guards quickly moved him from general holding to a private cell. He was released shortly thereafter and led to a large garage where a black Chevy Suburban was waiting. He was ushered into the back. A man wearing dark shades and a grey suit handed a plain card with a six digit code on it. The stranger spoke, “You’re being released and the record of your arrest erased if you can go back to ...
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