A Mole in the House Ch. 03

"I asked you how you succeeded in getting the General to trust you."

"Yes...well...I did my research on all the key players I was to target. Most of them were squeaky clean - well clean as far as they didn't have any overt vices. Then I found out that the General did in fact have a little unknown vice..." I paused for dramatic effect looking to Brian then Lawrence. Clearing my throat I took a deep breath and started. "He liked to keep company with men."

"Keep company?" Lawrence asked wanting me to define more exactly what I meant.

"He enjoyed having sex with men."

"And?"

"And I was willing to do whatever it took to get the 'in' the job required of me."

A deafening silence fell over the room. Brian's mouth gaped open and Lawrence's face etched a shocked expression. "So what you are saying is that you slept with the General?"

"Yes...I did..." I answered firmly refusing to be embarrassed by my actions.

"Had you ever done something like this on any of your other ops?"

"Slept with someone? Yes, but the General was the first man I ever slept with."

"What made you do this with the General? I mean why do something you'd never done before with a person you were targeting?"

I waited a brief moment before answering. I wanted both Lawrence and Brian and whoever was listening to know that I was thinking very carefully before answering the questions being asked of me.

"I would be lying to you if I said that it was just the job. The truth of the matter is that for as long as I can remember I had always found a certain attraction to men. When I found out the General enjoyed being with men and I met him, there was a definite chemistry between us which made the decision even easier."

"How did you...I guess for a better word ...seduce...him?"

Without hesitating I recounted the first meeting, the luncheon that led to the dinner with Al. In graphic detail I told him how Al enticed me into his bedroom and over that first night showed me the pleasures of having a man.

"Did you stay the night with him that night?"

"Yes. The next morning he asked me to spend the weekend with him. He sent one of his servants to my apartment to get some clothes for me. I imagine he also had them search my place as well. It didn't matter, I really never went back there again."

"So after one night with him you for all intent and purposes moved in with him?" Reluctantly I nodded that his statement was in fact correct. "Were you in love with General?"

"No Sir, he was a mark that I worked for information."

"Was the General in love with you?"

"He never said that he was. He enjoyed the sex we had and appreciate me as a person but I don't think love entered into the picture."

"Did he give you gifts?"

Ahh...it was all becoming clear now...there was a part of me that wanted to smile at his brilliant trail of bread crumbs he was laying, but I kept that inside of me and displayed an uneasy stance at the question he had asked.

"He gave me a few things." I said trying to gloss over the subject.

"I didn't know that a ten thousand dollar plus Rolex watch is considered a 'thing' - and I didn't see the watch listed on your report at all."

"The watch...well the watch was a gift...I made the General happy, he gave me a gift ...it was that simple."

"What other 'things' did he give you?"

"You know...he bought me some clothes, some suits...he wanted me to look nice when we out." A part of me was pleased the way Lawrence was taking the interrogation but there was still an undercurrent that was making me uncomfortable.

"Sounds like you were a well kept man." Lawrence commented with disdain oozing in his tone.

"The General was a very wealthy man and he liked to give me gifts. It didn't stop the information from flowing. In fact the more things he lavished me with the happier it made him and the more he trusted me and spoke to me. The General had never had a relationship with a man like he had with me. It was very important to him that I was happy." I stopped talking long enough to realize the hole I was digging myself in - just what Garrett wanted.

"He was very frustrated with the slowness of the civil actions and expressed to me in diminutive detail upcoming insurgents and plans that were being made. I was also privy to the support that Russia was giving the government and dates of times or arms shipment deliveries. To me it was a win-win situation for everyone."

"Yes well your thinking isn't always the way other people think," he commented. "I want to move on but we will re-visit this subject again. Did you ever travel with the General?"

"Yes. About a month after we met he took me to a conference he attended in Dubai. On the surface it was an economic conference attended by several Arab nations. He was also meeting with several key Hezbollah members and I thought it would be beneficial that I attended, but you knew that because it was detailed in the reports I sent."

"That is true, but I would like for you to walk us through the events that led to you being able to send us the information you were able to inveigle from the meeting. I'm sure you weren't sitting at the same conference table as those men."

"I discovered that with men like this conference room tables were for formal broad agreements. Details and under the tables actions took place elsewhere..."

*

My mind filtered back to that weekend, to the second night of the conference when Al told me there was a very special evening planned. He hadn't touched me all day, something that was unusual for him, telling me he wanted to save all of his energies for the evening's activities that were planned. We napped into the late afternoon then he took me in the bathroom where we bathed and we took turns cleansing ourselves. I had learned from the first time we were together, Al was compulsive about cleanliness.

"Tonight we might be enjoying the company of other men. Because life is not always black & white and some of the men will have escorts they might not know as well as you and I know each other we insist that all sexual activity be carried out in the safest of manners. There is never any exchange of any bodily fluids. " He said grabbing a handful of condoms taking some for him and handing me the rest. "Tonight we will take on roles. I will be dominant, you will be submissive. You must not shame me by trying to be anything other than a bottom."

This was something I hadn't counted on. I hadn't realized until that moment that perhaps I was just a commodity to the General. How could I be so smart and savvy about things like intelligence gathering and yet so naïve about sexual things?

"What if I don't want to go?" I asked innocently not sure I wanted to feel the touch of another man.

"It is expected of me to bring an escort. If you choose not to go than I will have to hire a prostitute for the evening and the chances of me getting anyone of quality at this late hour will be dim."

My shock melded into sadness when reality hit me. I stood and walked out of the bathroom to the bedroom and started packing my clothes. Even though I had provided only a solid month's worth of intel I was unwilling to compromise my personal self in this manner for a mission. I figured that by the time I backtracked to Syria and then to Russia I could come up with enough of a cover story to explain why the op had come to an abrupt end. In the end operations like this were at my discretion and if I chose to end it there would never be any backlash.

"Habeebee don't be like this." He was standing watching me pack. "Please...my Russian is bad, you know that sometimes I don't speak clearly."

"Oh I think you were quite clear about the role I am supposed to play tonight."

"Please habeebee...I'm sorry, don't go. We'll stay in tonight. I will call the prince and tell him I am unwell. You are so special...we are so good for each I don't want this to end, especially like this..."

"What is tonight about?" I stopped packing and sat down on the bed.

"Many years ago a group of men came together and formed this silent group. We have many things in common, we are all well off, we all have a desire to obtain powerful positions in our government, and well, we all love the company of men. There are twenty of us from all over the world and once or twice a year we get together to report on the condition of our government, exchange ideas, work on strategic planning and...enjoy our sexuality. We each bring a guest with us and pick one whole night to enjoy the company of other men anyway we see fit. The twenty men normally play top while our guests service us although there have been times that I have enjoyed one or two of the other twenty...some of them have deliciously large cocks. Most of us live in heterosexual world and enjoy this time to express our real passions."

"And some of the men bring prostitutes" I asked.

"Many of the men don't have...um...lovers...like you and I are...so they hire professional men to come with them. We have been doing this for many years and some of the men use the same 'escorts' every year."

"What about you?"

"I normally bring someone with me. I bring a current lover or one of my servants that I use when I am between lovers. It is sad to say that our economy is very depressed and because of that there are many men that will do anything to earn some money. I have used men like this for many years." For some unknown reason I needed to know that I was different then the other men he used and as if he was reading my mind he told me, "When I met you I forgot all those other men. You are so very special to me. You have shown me that I can have a normal healthy relationship with a man. Something I have always wanted."

"But you want other men to use me tonight? How special can I be to you if you are willing do this - aren't you bothered by this or thought about telling me in advance about it?"

"I was wrong. I am sorry. I think that maybe I considered this would be an exciting welcome surprise for you. You have so little man experience and being with these men is like being a child in a candy store. There is so much to choose from."

In the end I did go to the party. It was held in a penthouse apartment of a wealthy Egyptian prince. The penthouse afforded spectacular views of Dubai and for the first few minutes that we were there a hushed silence fell over us as we looked out over the vast expanse.

It goes without saying that there was no alcohol served, but there was plenty of hashish and for the more discerning the finest cocaine. The dining room table was laden down with a smorgasbord of food and small pub-style tables were set up around the massive living room along the windows. Several men that had arrived prior to us were eating and talking before the evening's festivities started.

When the final member of the twenty arrived the Egyptian prince, Abdullah, gave a short speech and a prayer for a wonderful evening. The twenty men then presented their escorts for the evening. Most of the men were younger. In fact I was the oldest non-member in attendance. I figured the average age of most of the members 'dates' was somewhere in the twenty year old range. One of the Hezbollah men, Farhan, who I had met the day before was proud to present his nephew that was still a virgin and was auctioning him off to the highest bidder - an event that was common place at these gatherings. The men immediately surrounded the young man removing his clothing and inspecting him like he was a prized horse they were about to bid on. The boy himself was not at all fazed by what was happening to him. He even appeared happy to be the center of attention.

"It is an honor to have the attention of these men." Al explained to me. "His mother, Farhan's sister, married in haste to a simple layman. They have always struggled and the money that Fawzan makes this weekend will serve his family for years to come. In their culture the rich remain rich and the poor are always poor. Fawzan is eighteen years old now and is one of twelve children and his mother is pregnant again. He will return home a hero."

Sometimes it's difficult to comprehend the differences in the cultures. I was raised where we have the choice of what we want to do with our life. A poor person can rise up and become a billionaire if they so chose and set their mind to it. In impoverished countries like Syria you are what you are from birth and it would take a miracle to ever change that.

"Will you bid on him?" I ask.

"Yes, even though I have no desire to possess a virgin but I am expected to contribute to his purse and will do so happily. Allah praises the charitable." He turned to me and smiled "You provide me with everything I could ever want in a man, but it is important that I make a showing that I have a few different men tonight. It is expected of me."

"What is expected of me?"

"Nothing. You can enjoy yourself if you'd like or not." His tone was warm and sincere letting me know that he wasn't forcing me to do anything I didn't want to do. He leaned into me and kissed my lips gently. "Shall I have you first?" He pulled me into his arms and held me against him so I could feel his hardness under his thawb. I was still feeling indifferent about the evening and shook my head no.

"You go and enjoy these young men. I know after you have someone else it will make you realize how lucky you are to have me..." I said with a glint in my eye. He appeared disappointed that I turned him down but I knew he would get over it the moment he sunk his cock in some young man's willing ass.

I walked around the room watching the men enjoy the naked flesh of the men around them. The men quickly shed their clothing and within a short few minutes the large room was filled with the grunts and groans of men enjoying themselves.

My attention was drawn to a small Asian young man that was surrounded by four other men speaking rapidly in Arabic. Methodically he sucked on each cock, one at a time, while the men carried on a conversation about weapons deployment. I lingered close enough to them to listen to their conversation but far enough away that I wouldn't draw attention to myself.

Their conversations continued on until one of the men pulled his cock from the young man's mouth and shot his heavy load across the Asian's face. The other men aroused by the sight started stroking their cocks in earnest until they all came across the boy's face. Once they had all cum they returned to their conversation and the boy, cum dripping from his face started sucking them again.

"It's very sexy...yes?" The voice whispered to me in perfect Russian. Two hairy arms wrapped around me as the naked body behind me pressed itself against my back. "But not as sexy as you are."

I turned slightly and saw the arms belonged to Prince Abdullah who smiled a brilliant white smile at me. "Your benefactor tells me you are not only good at your job but you fill his bed nicely also."

"The General is a good man and I appreciate the time I spend with him."

Moving even closer he started biting me softly down my neck and along my shoulder with each nip getting just a little harder. I had to admit that what he was doing to me actually felt good only serving to make my cock harder than it already was.

Abdullah was a bear of a man and I was enjoying feeling the warmth of his arms wrapped around me. I allowed myself to relax and leaned back against him letting him have his way with me.

"So politically correct...you truly are a salesman at heart...Mmmm...I like watching men enjoy themselves," he whispered, his hands were working my nipples and he was grinding his erection along the crack of my ass. "Look at your lover...how he takes that man, shoving his thick cock into his little hole. I love watching him fuck other men...he probably hasn't told you but we were each other's first lovers, we discovered our love of men together...I love him with a passion and yet I have no jealousy because no one will ever take what we have away." I was reeling from Abdullah's confession as we silently watched Al pounding away at the young man he had chosen.

"Does he fuck you like that?" He paused long enough for us to watch Al for a few moments as he used the boy with no emotion whatsoever. "No...I don't think so, I think he likes to take his time with you...giving you pleasure brings him pleasure..." He was really tugging on my nipples rolling them between his firm fingertips. The pleasurable pain was getting to me. "You are a man that deserves to have attention paid to you, not like these little sluts the others bring here." He bit down on my shoulder and sucked my skin into his mouth. I knew he was marking me and wondered if he marked all the men he used. "Mmmm...you taste delicious. I'd like to taste more of you...but only if you'd like."

I turned to face him.

"How do I address you?" I asked naïve to the social protocol of addressing a member of the Egyptian royal family.

"I don't stand on ceremony on nights like this," he moved closer to me taking my cock in his hand and stroking it lightly rubbing his thumb over the head spreading my ample precum seeping. "You can call me Lolly, that's what my friends call me and...Ivan... I REALLY want you to be my friend." He paused and looked around. Al had finished with the boy he had fucked and was staring at me.

"Would you like to see the rest of my humble home?" I nodded yes and looked over to Al one last time. He simply smiled and nodded almost like he was telling me I had made a good choice.

"Would you like your lover to watch us?" He asked before we started to the back of the penthouse.

"Would you enjoy that?"

Without answering he motioned for Al to join us and somehow, deep inside, I knew his asking me was just his way of being polite, that they had planned all along for the three of us to be together. In the end the only room in the thirty thousand square foot penthouse I got to see was the prince's private suite of rooms which included his sleeping quarters, his private office and a bathroom bigger then my entire house in Fredericksburg.

I walked around the room, looking at the magnificent artwork that adorned the walls, while Al and Lolly shared a private moment together. When I turned back to them they were embracing their mouths lost in one of those never ending kisses. Abdullah's words echoed in my head - that he didn't feel jealousy towards the men Al chose to be with - but it didn't help stop the brief streak of the green eye monster rearing it nasty head within me when I realized the depth of feelings these two men had for each other. It was nothing I had ever experienced with another person before.

"You will have to excuse us." Al said turning to me, taking my hand and walking me over to the bed. "Lolly and I have known each other for as long as I can remember." Al lay down on the bed showing me his now hard cock.

Walking up beside me Lolly took my cock in his hands and stroked me with a renewed purpose. "I would love to feel this beautiful thick cock of yours in my ass." He said moaning softly when I responded with a slight thrust of my hips. I cupped the cheeks of his ass in my hand giving them a tight squeeze before I let my fingers drift down his crack over his twitching hole. Slowly I pushed a finger in him. He pushed back against my hand, wanting more and I pushed a second finger deeper into him.

"This is what I want to do..." I said stroking my fingers in and out of him. "I want you to crawl between Al's legs and bury your cock deep in his ass. Pull his legs up tightly so you are fully over him. When have done that I will remove my fingers and give you my cock."

"Yes..." he panted following my instructions. Al opened himself widely to Lolly who took him in one long deep stroke. The room echoed with Al's screams as Lolly felt the tightness of Al's unprepared ass.