1. The Covert Operative


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

    settled into the routine a bit more in week number two. He was holding his own much better against the behemoth thugs coming after him. At the four month mark, he was where they had hoped he would be by the end of the seventh. His Arabic was great. His French was perfect. He was closing in on sniper perfection and could kick any of their asses. So, they stepped it up a notch. At the end of month nine, they put him in a small a motel to heal up for two weeks. He was not allowed to step out doors. A meal was delivered by a nurse to him each day. She noted his progress. He was granted a four-day leave to see his parents. Of course, they watched him the whole time – even when he snuck away to suck his best friend’s older b*****r’s dick and take it up his ass. “Can you believe that faggot is on his way to becoming a world-class spy,” one of the details hissed. “Yeah. Cause he kicked your ass,” laughed the other. “Fuck you, asshole!” “Yeah, I think that’s what that dude just told our spy,” he buckled over. When Tyrone returned to Virginia, he caught a cab back to the motel. In the room, a plain manila envelope sat on the bed. Inside a letter told him what time to be outside. A government sedan scooped him up and took him to a private hangar at Dulles Airport. He got into a Gulfstream G450 jet. He saw Rita and she informed him they were on the way to Istanbul, Turkey with a quick stop in Frankfurt to refuel. “We’re dropping you off in Istanbul for six months Tyrone. Read up,” she ...
    said handing him the dossier. The file gave him his new identity, a several fake passports, six hundred Turkish Lira, and explained he would need to survive for the next six months to complete his training. He was also given a cue he would see in the Adana Gazette when it was time for him to come in. He was given a wardrobe and a Kel-Tec P-32 semi-automatic pistol. When they finally landed in Turkey, he was driven to the outskirts of downtown and kicked out of the car. He alias was Janan. No longer was he Tyrone. It had taken him two days of eating cheap street food to convince an elderly café owner to let him have a job and rent a room above the store. He appeared to be a good Muslim, from sub-Saharan Africa, and was a favorite amongst the patrons. Within a couple of weeks, Janan had been approached by a wealthy merchant to come and visit his store for new clothes. Janan ventured out after work as he did most days taking in the city. He made it to the clothier who was closing up shop. Janan begged away for the inconvenience, but Ramzi al-Hassan would have none of it. He showed Janan some of his nicest robes and suggested the young man model some of the clothes. Janan followed Ramzi to the back where the next thing he knew the handsome Middle Easterner was embracing him. Janan felt attracted as well and he was incredibly horny. The fat seven inch dick tore up his tight hole. He panted and screamed. He left with a few new pieces for his wardrobe and a smile on his face. When he ...
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