A Mole in the House Ch. 04

"I'll take care of it sir...I'll bring the pizza by as soon as it's delivered."

"Thanks." I said getting on the bike again.

Forty minutes later he knocked on the door to the RV. I was showered, changed into sweats and had already downed two beers.

"I've been in a few RV's that come through here," he said looking around, "but this one takes the cake. You musta dropped a cool mint of this hunk of metal."

"I like to be comfortable when I travel and hate hotel rooms. This is a perfect option for me." I said taking a sip of beer not taking my eyes off of him for a minute. The ugly, needy, callous part of me was having salacious thoughts and only because Joel was sitting across from me they were being directed to him.

I offered him a soda which he politely took. "Would you like to join me?" I asked when he didn't make a move to leave.

"Thank you, that's very nice of you. I'm on break...but I don't want to disturb you."

"You aren't. Trust me. I'll let you know if you do."

We devoured the two pizzas while I questioned Joel about his life. At twenty years old he was a junior at UNC in their pre-med program. He was hoping to get into Duke when he graduated. He had worked at the RV park since his freshman year - I got the impression there was some type of family connection but he didn't go into details.

The pizza was gone and it seemed all that was left was an uncomfortable silence where neither of us knew what to say. I imagined that he figured I didn't like to talk about myself and he had told me everything about in his young life.

"I guess I should head back," he said after the silence droned on.

"Thanks for coming by. It was nice to share a meal with someone. I travel so much and spend a lot of time by myself, sometimes it's nice to have a friendly face to talk with." He seemed stunned by my admission and smiled shyly.

"Um...well...I'm off tomorrow and have early classes. Maybe you'd like to do something later in the day?" He appeared nervous to ask me, not sure if it was the right thing to do.

"I would enjoy that. Maybe you can show me around the city. I might be staying here for a little while, depending on things." I was staring at him again knowing that I was making him uncomfortable.

"Shall I call you in the afternoon?" he asked suddenly eager.

"Well...believe it or not I don't have a cell phone, don't like them, don't want one, so let's play it by ear. If you want to do something just stop by in the afternoon, I have no plans whatsoever."

*

As soon as Joel left I grabbed my laptop and hooked it to the flat screen in the living area. It took five minutes for me to get to the Cincinnati CL website and scan the 'Missed Connections' area until I came across the message Lawrence's left for me.

I KNOW YOU DIDN'T UNDERSTAND WHY I MADE YOU LEAVE. SOMETIMES I CAN'T THINK STRAIGHT WITH YOU AROUND AND I NEEDED TO TAKE CONTROL OF ALL THE ISSUES WE HAD BEEN FACING AND FIX THEM BEFORE WE LOST EVERYTHING.

AS SAD AND FRUSTRATED AS I AM RIGHT NOW I KNOW YOU SPOKE WITH FATHER TODAY. I HOPE YOU WERE REASSURED THAT WHAT I DID WAS THE BEST THING FOR EVERYONE. I AM HEADING TO DENVER TOMORROW BUT AM HOPING THAT IN A WEEK WE WILL SEE EACH OTHER AT THAT CANDY STORE WHERE WE MET IN AKRON. DO YOU REMEMBER THOSE LOLLIPOPS YOU THOUGHT WERE SO GOOD? I'VE SINCE FOUND OUT THEY ARE REALLY BAD BUT YOU MIGHT WANT TO CHECK IT OUT FOR YOURSELF.

I read the ad two more times extracting the information I needed. He told me Denver, which meant I was to reply to his ad on the Detroit CL website. He also told me that I needed to be in Atlanta next week because Prince Abdullah was going to be there - Lolly - and he was the person they were centering on.

He was right when he said we weren't thinking clearly when we were together because both of us came to the same conclusion about Abdullah as soon as we were apart. He also was letting me know that whoever the mole was would go away as soon as we took care of Abdullah.

I went back and forth about sending a response and in the end, even with all the precautions I had on my laptop that would prevent a layman from uncovering my location I couldn't trust that someone of Lawrence's caliber would be able to root out my location. I shut down the laptop and switched on mindless drivel on the TV and spent the rest of the evening lost in the History channel learning about Ancient Aliens.

~~~~~~~~Undercovers: Eeking out a Mole ~~~~~~~~~

Garrett Simonson aka Lawrence Coburn was flat on his back enduring being fucked by the man who was the mole and all he could do was pray that the fucker would cum quickly and fall asleep.

"Oh yeah, you have one of the tightest asses I've ever had," the man grunted pounding his cock over and over into Lawrence. "Of fuck, I knew you were a hot piece of meat, you make my cock harder than it's ever been before." Lawrence tried grunting, tried to seem like he was enjoying himself but realized that he might be coming off like he was faking it, like he was, so instead he squeezed his eyes shut and begged to be fucked harder.

'I might have to use my body...' Steve's words echoed in Lawrence's head.

'If you must, but please don't enjoy yourself too much' Lawrence retorted.

Opening his eyes he looked into the face of the man that loomed over him. He was about to cum, Lawrence could see it written on his face and he could feel the pathetic cock that was in ass swelling.

"Yes...cum for me." Lawrence moaned, wanting to take a bow for his award winning acting job.

"Oh FUCK YEAH" the man yelled bucking one last time in Lawrence and shot his load.

He pulled out immediately rolling onto his back panting heavily from probably the most physical activity he had had in awhile. Lawrence rolled over on his side and draped his arm over the man's barrel chest.

"That was nice." He tried to sound sexy but didn't think he was pulling it off.

"Mmmm...yes it was. You are a good fuck...I'm sorry we let all these years pass without doing this." The man voice was falling off and Lawrence could tell he was nearly asleep.

"Stay the night with me?"

"Mmmm...huh..." he muttered softly as he drifted off to sleep.

When Lawrence was positive he was asleep he silently slipped from the bed, grabbed his laptop and went out in the living room. He logged onto the CL Detroit website to see if by any chance Steve had responded to his ad and wasn't surprised that he hadn't. He understood completely why he hadn't responded but it didn't stop him from wanting whatever connection he could have with him, even if it was just a few words.

Lawrence had never loved anyone before. His parents died before he understood what parental love really meant. He didn't get love or family values from the uncle he lived with for several years. All he provided Lawrence with was financial support. The rented house they occupied was run like a business with the only support he tendered Lawrence was educational encouragement.

He met Warren when he was in graduate school. As far back as Lawrence could remember he had always been attracted to men but until he met Warren had never acted on it. Their yearlong relationship was monogamous to the point that Lawrence didn't feel the need to look elsewhere for sex and thought that Warren felt the same way. It wasn't until his ill-fated trip to Washington did he learn otherwise.

In the four years since leaving Boston Lawrence had learned a lot about himself. He held no ill will towards Warren because they never made a commitment to each other. He always knew Warren was just one for the history books under the first chapter of his life. Deep inside, Lawrence knew that Warren treated him poorly. He couldn't blame anyone but himself for that because he lacked the maturity to communicate that he was unhappy with certain things in their relationship or to take a stand to change things.

In the short time he had know Steve he saw that two people could co-exist in a relationship on an equal basis. More importantly he finally understood that above anything else respect was the foundation of a healthy relationship. He could see that he had that with Steve and hoped that after this nightmare was over they could take this leap together in this first time relationship for both of them.

His thoughts drifted to the selfish slob that was snoring away in the other room and hated that he gave himself so easily to him. Shaking his head he switched websites, back to Cincinnati and began typing a Missed Connection:

I TOOK A PAGE FROM YOUR BOOK TONIGHT AND DID WHATEVER IT TOOK TO GET THE JOB DONE. CAN'T SAY THAT I ENJOYED IT BUT IT DID GARNER ME THE INFORMATION I NEEDED. WHAT IT BOILS DOWN TO IS THAT SEX WITH YOU IS SO VERY SPECIAL...BUT I DO UNDERSTAND THAT SOMETIMES YOU HAVE TO FUCK (OR SUCK) TO DO WHAT HAS TO BE DONE...

I KNOW THAT THERE WERE SO MANY THINGS WE DIDN'T SAY BEFORE YOU LEFT AND I UNDERSTAND WHY WE DIDN'T SAY THEM. I TRULY HOPE THAT VERY SOON WE WILL HAVE THAT OPPORTUNITY. UNTIL THAT TIME YOU DO WHAT YOU HAVE TO DO AS I WILL ALSO.

Lawrence's finger hovered over the post button for a full minute before he pressed it. This was his last message he would send him. Like Steve, he needed to clear his mind and only think of the mission at hand. Standing he stretched and looked down at his now hard cock - just thinking about Steve made him hard. He headed back to the bedroom knowing that at least he could get some type of superficial satisfaction from the oaf that was sleeping in his bed. He couldn't help but laugh - sometimes even men that enjoy men can be pigs.

His guest was still sleeping but stirred when Lawrence crawled back into bed. The man reached out and pulled Lawrence into his arms and held him close.

"I'm glad you finally acknowledged me in the office." He said pulling Lawrence's hand between his legs. "See what you do to me." Lawrence wrapped his hand around the man's hard unsubstantial cock and tried to close out the repugnance he felt toward him knowing that he was doing what needed to be done.

*

The next morning Lawrence, back in his Garrett role, sat at the kitchen table looking across at the man he had spent the night with. Never in a thousand years would he have imagined that the man sitting across from him would have been the mole but the sad reality was that he slipped up when he mentioned a recently planted fact about Aaron. Even 'the old man' was saddened when he discovered that the mole was one of the original members of the team - a man he trusted like a brother.

"Last night was nice." He said looking for some type of reaction in Garrett.

"Surprisingly so." Garrett answered smiling. 'See I can lie too' he thought to himself.

"It's still early...we can do nice again if you'd like."

"Oh...I think I'd like that very much." Garrett stood and opened his robe to let him see that he was more than ready.

"Man...it's a good thing you like to bottom...you'd do some serious damage to someone with that cock." Garrett simply smiled and dropped to his knees and took him in his mouth again. He really didn't feel like being fucked again so he would just have to settle for one of Lawrence's best of show blow jobs.

*

"Tonight?" Garrett asked as they walked out of his townhouse to head to the office.

"Can't tonight G." he said pausing momentarily. "Once a month a group of guys from my military days get together and shoot the breeze, smoke cigars, play poker...you know that guy crap. We all went through so much together over the years that we feel it's important to keep tight to these get-togethers.

"I understand completely." Garrett nodded that he understood. "Well if anything happens I'll be here all night. Just come over if you get lonely."

"You are insatiable..." He winked and smiled and got into his car.

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The next morning I saw the message that Lawrence posted. At first I found myself insanely jealous but rereading his words over again I got what he was saying. The one thing he was a hundred percent correct about was that I had to stop dwelling on him and do my job.

The only problem was that I had close to a week to kill before I moved on to my next location. Shrugging I walked into the small RV bathroom and looked in the mirror. I didn't want to put that ridiculous beard on again and I had more than a full day worth of growth and with seven days to kill I decided to grow the beard for real. I threw on my shorts and running shoes and headed out for a fifteen miler, laughing the whole time know how much Lawrence would hate me right now.

Joel stopped by late in the afternoon. The moment I opened the door I knew that Joel had ulterior intentions with regards to our 'getting together'. He was out of his drab, grey on grey work uniform and dressed casually in jeans - really tight jeans - and a button down shirt that he wore tails out and three buttons opened letting me see that even though he was young he had a nicely developed chest that appeared to be very hairy.

"You shaved your beard. I like you like this." He said eyeing me from head to toe.

"Yes...I was trimming it up today and kept trimming and trimming and then decided to shave. The advantage is that my hair grows very quickly so it will be back within a few days." I was sitting in the living area of the RV in a la-z-boy type chair. Joel sat opposite me.

"Would you like to get some dinner? There is a decent Chinese restaurant close by...that is if you like Chinese."

"Chinese is fine." I didn't move to get up. In that moment I was debating whether I really wanted to do this. I had no desire to 'date' this man. The shamefully immoral part of me didn't have a problem fucking him but I wasn't interested in anything else.

"I'm married." I said suddenly shocking myself that I would say something like that. Joel's eyes opened wide and he seemed to shrink back as disappointment flooded him. "My wife and I are taking a leave of absence from each other right now." I didn't care to say anything else so I stopped speaking.

"Oh." He muttered.

"Come on, let's get some food. We can talk more over dinner."

*

"I know how tough college can be," I said over dinner, "and I'm sure that you have the added pressures of doing well so that you can get into the medical school you want."

"I have to be perfect to be able get into Duke. My MCAT scores are great, Duke was impressed but these days they look beyond your GPA and MCAT. I'm pretty sure I'll get in regardless. It helps that my father and his father both graduated from there and my father works at Duke Medical in their Oncology center.

"Wow...third generation doctor, I'm impressed. Will you study Oncology too?"

"No, I want to go into research. I want to fix things." His body language spoke volumes. For the first time the shy boy was gone and a determined, passionate man was talking about something he lived and breathed on a daily basis.

I gave his words admired appreciation. "I know that one day in the future I will pick up a newspaper and see that you have won a Noble Peace prize for finding a cure for a ferocious killer disease and I will smile and be proud that I knew you when..."

"Thank you." He said his face flushed but held my gaze.

After dinner we went for a short ride on the Harley with Joel showing me points of interest around Raleigh and Chapel Hill. It was an odd feeling to have someone on the back of the bike and I couldn't help but notice that as the evening progressed Joel's grip on me tightened and he was taking more liberties with where he place his hands. By the time we headed back to the RV park his was practically cupping the now evident bulge in my pants.

His blatant seduction didn't bother me one bit. Being the debauchee that I was at the moment I had pretty much decided that the evening would end up with us in bed together I just needed to express to him that this was nothing more than two men enjoying each other and that I had no interest in forming any type of bonded relationship with him.

I could hate myself later for letting my sexual urges control me.

"Do you date?" I asked once we were back at the RV. It was a little after nine.

"The first day at UNC I met a girl and we dated up until a few months ago. She was a year ahead of me and graduated and went back home to Idaho." He shrugged letting me know that he didn't particularly care that their relationship had ended. "I was pretty much a virgin before I met her...and she introduced to many sexual things." He didn't seem uncomfortable talking about sex so I decided to press him to speak about it.

"Liz was a firm believer that anything goes. She was pretty much addicted to sex and loved to do everything and anything anywhere she wanted."

"And you liked this?"

He gave my question considerable thought before answering "Certain things I liked more than others".

"Details please." I chuckled. He was being evasive on purpose trying to gauge what my reaction might be.

"Well...she loved being the controller...you know...Dominant...I didn't mind she was quite sexy when she was being forceful..." He paused long enough to see that his words didn't have me running from the room and continued.

"She enjoyed women also and insisted that I watch her when she doing a woman. The women she brought in were strictly for her, I wasn't allowed to touch them. I was usually bound, sometimes gagged too - I didn't like that too much. She liked to...um...well she had a strap on cock and liked to use it on me...and a couple of times she brought in a man for me. She liked to watch me suck their cocks..."

"And you liked that?"

He nodded slowly, again trying to gauge my reaction. "She wasn't very good at fucking me...I mean it hurt more than I enjoyed it...but I know I'm bi-sexual...I think my first wet dream involved me with a man. When I graduated high school, the summer before college I worked at a dude ranch. The activity director liked to take long walks and...well he taught me how to please his cock. I really like to suck cock." He let out a resolved sigh silently letting me know that he had a particular cock in mind.

"You really are quite submissive..." I said shaking my head. He didn't say anything just looked down seemingly embarrassed by my assessment. "It's not a bad thing. There are leaders and there are followers. I'm just surprised that with the lofty ambitions you have for yourself that you so willing give up control to other people."

"In my personal life I've always been shy and introverted. I'm surprised that Liz kept me around as long as she did..."

"She had the best of all worlds. She had a young man that was willing to do anything she dictated whenever she wanted it. Why wouldn't she have kept you around? Obviously the two of you didn't have a monogamous relationship so it was win-win for her all the way. I'm not saying this to be mean. I'm just stating the facts as they appear."

"I know. You are correct."

Silence blanketed the room and the only sounds echoing in the RV were the crickets outside shouting their own mating calls.

"What do you want Joel?" I stood and walked over to him and pulled him up so we are face to face.

"I think you know what I want." He said casting his eyes away from me.

"Actually I don't." I took another step closer to him our bodies were mere millimeters from touching.

"I've never done this before." He finally said.

"Then let this be a first for you. Tell me what you want Joel."

"I want you!" He exclaimed finally releasing his frustration. "I want to suck your cock and lay down naked with you. I've never lain naked with a man before."

"Finally!" I said. For the first time since we arrived back at the RV Joel smiled. I pulled him into my arms and pressed myself against him letting him feel my hard cock through my pants.