๐๐จ๐ฎ๐๐ฅ๐-๐๐จ๐-๐๐๐ฏ๐๐ง ๐ท๐๐๐ 1: ๐ซ๐๐๐๐ ๐ป๐๐ ๐๐ It was a spring night ..
๐๐จ๐ฎ๐๐ฅ๐-๐๐จ๐-๐๐๐ฏ๐๐ง
๐ท๐๐๐ 1: ๐ซ๐๐๐๐ ๐ป๐๐
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It was a spring night in Chicago when the rising temperatures mix with the lake and blankets the city in fog. It was the type of night that makes you think of a 1940โs film noir starring Humphrey Bogart and Lauren Bacall.
I was waiting for a bus that seemed like it was never going to arrive when a curly haired blond man materialized out of the mist and rushed up to me.
โBruno, come with me.โ
โBruno?โ
โDonโt play dumb. Come with me.โ The blonde man grabbed my arm and started to pull me. His grip was surprisingly firm.
I pulled my arm out of his grasp. โI don't know what youโre talking about.โ
โYouโre in danger, Bruno. You have to move.โ
โMy name isnโt Bruno. I donโt know what youโre talking about.โ
โThey think you are. Whoever you are, you have to come with me now. Thereโs no more time to waste.โ
Suddenly there was a faraway screech.
โWhat is that?โ I asked.
The curly haired man grabbed my hand and began running. As my feet started to move out of the corner of my eye I saw a large, black SUV skid around a corner. The asphalt around my feet started to explode and I realized the SUV was shooting at us. What the fuck was happeningโฝ
A sudden pull jerked me into an alley and behind a dumpster.
โDonโt move!โ The blond man breathed into my ear. Goosebumps ran down my spine.
The SUV sped by followed by a tense few seconds waiting to see if theyโd backtrack to look for us. I could feel his shoulder press against mine on every deep breath he took. Despite the moment of danger I briefly thought, โAre his shoulders kind of muscley?โ But my musing was cut short by another screech in the distance. His hand grabbed my thigh and I turned to look into his eyes, his very nice green eyes. They instantly made me feel safer.
โWhatโs going on? Who are you?โ I asked.
He flashed me a mischievous smile, โMy name is Tides. Dylan. Iโm a special agent for the government. Counter agents have mistaken you for another operative I was sent in to help. His name is Bruno.โ
I shook my head, โI donโt know anyone named Bruno.โ
โYeah,โ Dylan said, โI gathered that. Either way, youโre on their radar and we need to get out of here.โ
The mysterious government agent stood up, reached down to take my hand and helped me stand up. He flashed me that smile and I found myself staring into his green eyes again. Heโs a lot smaller than me but has a commanding air. My eyes wandered down to his sleeves stretching over his arms.
A series of pings rang out. Before I knew what was happening Dylan grabbed my hips, pressed his body against mine and pushed me against the brick wall. I could feel his chest against mine, which just caused my breathing to grow even deeper. His lips were mere millimeters from mine and in what seemed like slow motion the tip of his tongue snuck out and ran along his top lip. Was that on purpose? My dick started to swell. His pelvis was pressed against mine. Could he feel me getting hard? He wasnโt moving away.
Hold the fuck up. We were getting shot at. โUhโฆโ
Time went back to normal. Dylan said, โRun!โ
We took off down the alley as fast as we could. At the corner we hung a sharp left and Dylan started pulling at car door handles. After the third set of doors didnโt open he leaned his back against a parking meter and gave a driverโs side window of a small sedan two swift kicks. A spider web of cracks spread out over the window. A third kick and the window broke in. Dylan turned to me, โGet in.โ He opened the door and unlocked the passenger door. Just like in a spy movie (am I in a spy movie now?) he yanked out a bundle of wires, tapped a couple ends together and the car started running. We sped out of the spot and out into the night.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath as the seconds ticked away without any more gun shots. A comforting hand took mine. I looked down to see Dylan holding my hand and I immediately felt better.
We were in Chicago though, and some jerk driver pulled in front of us cutting us off. Simultaneously he slammed on the breaks and raised his arm to my chest. Holding me against the seat. His touch feels so good, I thought. I secretly hoped he could tell that I also have a good sized chest.
After more turns than I could count, which I think was the point, we pulled up to a three flat on a side street. We got out of the car and Dylan unlocked the front door. We walked up to the second floor and entered a small, nondescript apartment. I couldnโt help but glance at his ass moving in front of me right at eye line. His hands slid up his thighs, grabbed the waist of his jeans and pulled them up higher accentuating the shape of his glutes even more. A mindless habit or showing off his body for me?
โThis is a government safe house,โ Dylan said. โLiterally two people know about this place. No one will find us.โ
I sat in a chair and leaned against the table. โWhat do I do now? How do I get out of this?โ
He started rubbing my back. Electricity shot through my body. โWe need to find Bruno,โ he said, โfigure out what exactly they want and then eliminate them.โ
โEliminate?โ
โThey canโt kill you if theyโre not on the street.โ
I blinked at him. โOh. Oh wow. Thatโs serious.โ
โThatโs not something for you to worry about now. Letโs just make you comfortable.โ There was that smile again.
The safe house wasnโt fine dining but it got the job done. Some pasta, water, even some vegetables. I felt so much better. When Dylan put the plate down on the table over my shoulder his free hand moved to the nape of my neck and squeezed. Now that had to be on purpose. Was he flirting?
Once my stomach was full and the adrenaline started to drop I found myself getting sleepy fast. โI really appreciate everything youโve done for me today. I need to head to bed though.โ
โThereโs a bed with your name on it right in there.โ
I freshened up in the bathroom and went into the bedroom really only half noticing that there were two twin beds. I undressed, getting totally naked out of habit. I thought Iโd have the room to myself. Right as I was about ready to turn the lights out Dylan came in.
โOh sorry,โ I said.
He didnโt say anything but changed into a pair of gray sweatpants (why did they have to be gray?) and peeled his shirt off. I have a vivid imagination and what I pictured didnโt do this man justice. Years of training for the government had him lean and sinewy. Shoulders and pecs to hold onto and abs meant to be licked.
I looked up at him really trying to avert my eyes from the growing bulge in the sweats. โI didnโt mean to get naked. I thought youโd sleep in a different room.โ
โI told you Iโd look after you. Iโm gonna stay in here and make sure youโre ok. Is it ok if I sleep in this other bed?โ
โYeah,โ I said. โOf course it is. I just wasnโt thinking.โ
โAre you ready for bed?โ He asked.
โJust about."
Dylan looked me square in the eyes and asked, โIs there anything you need first?โ
I pulled the sheet covering me to the side to show Dylan my rapidly growing cock. I saw his eyes glance down to it which caused my dick to bounce. I saw his sweatpants move and the slightest darkening spot made by a drop of precum leaking out.
Dylan smiled again. Somehow this time it was even more mischievous and my dick jumped again. He slowly walked towards me keeping eye contact the whole time. The weight of his body kneeling on the mattress made my hole start to open. He crawled up the bed and straddled me. I ran my hands up his thighs, to those chiseled abs and up his torso. I wrapped my arms and pressed my body against his. I titled my head back to look up at him and he leaned down to kiss me. His tongue moved into my mouth. I accepted it and wrapped mine around his. I could feel his cock push against my chest and my hole puckered. I wanted this man badly. He saved me and I wanted to take his cock and his load. I needed it.
Dylan broke the kiss. โI wasnโt sure if my flirting was too obvious,โ he said.
I laughed, โYeah, so obvious I wasnโt sure if you were flirting.โ
He flashed that smile again, โI mean, we did almost get killed because I was turned on pressing you against a wall.โ
That was too much. A big drop of precum ran down my dick head. We kissed even more passionately and explored each otherโs bodies. I reached into his pants and took out what I quickly discovered was a very large cock. I donโt bottom a lot, so this was going to be a challenge but I was ready for it. I knew I could take it.
* * *
After we came Dylan moved to the second bed. I was exhausted from the chase and intense fuck I just had, so I was asleep before the lights even went out.
In the morning I woke up to the sounds of a frying pan. I found Dylan cooking breakfast. I poured myself a cup of fresh coffee and took a deep breath of the nectar of life. Dylan put a plate in front of me with some scrambled eggs and sausage (sausage seems to be a theme of the safehouse). I was about to put the first fork full of food into my mouth when the door to the apartment burst open.
A silhouette stood in the doorway. Dylan leveled a gun at the shape. โWho the fuck are you?โ
There was a slight chuckle. โIโm fucking Bruno.โ
To be continued...
Starring Dilfy Drew and @dylantidesxxx
Filmed by @otter.dog.walker
