Published: 27 Sep 2018

Our weekend started when Jake picked us up at 9:30 AM Friday morning. Bill and I each carried an overnight bag, and I had to thoroughly go through mine to make sure there wasn’t anything left hidden in it from the last time I had used it. I admit, that as thorough as I am, when unpacking from a mission I had once left a slice of Plasticine explosive in a hidden compartment I had totally forgotten about and only found it a month later as I was packing for another mission. That incident made me more aware of not only what I packed, but what I unpacked. Anyway we were ready when Jake called and told me he was waiting for us at the front entry of our building, so Bill and I grabbed our bags and locked up the apartment and we were off, an adventure of another sort for the both of us.

We were taken to the same side door and a Marine took our bags for us and another led us to the foyer where we met our traveling group. Wayne and Kevin, Jim and Jake, and two other agents who were introduced as Stan and Dave. I assumed that their bags had been taken, as ours had, because none of the 6 we met up with were carrying anything. There were handshakes all around and when Wayne shook my hand the tingle was still there. I immediately wondered what full body contact would produce, and had to banish that thought right away, or I’d be walking funny to the helipad where we would catch a copter ride to Camp David, about 92 miles north of the White House. Wayne and I followed Stan and Dave to the helipad, with the others following. Once there the Marine crew opened the passenger cabin for us and rolled over a small staircase for our use to board the craft.

Once seated and buckled in we received a briefing on some of the safety features, but the Marine soon realized he was preaching to the choir, so to speak, after he was told I was a former Secret Service agent and Air Force pilot and his schpiel wound down and in a minute we were air born. I checked with Bill, to make sure he was handling all this well, about the opulence of the helicopter and his plush surroundings. He seemed totally engrossed in what he and Kevin were talking about, with their heads just about touching as they conversed. I turned to hear what Wayne was saying and realized he was talking on a phone and not directly to me, although he didn’t seem to be trying to hide what he was saying, in fact he had his hand under our armrests and was placing his palm on my thigh. I certainly felt that! I covered his hand with mine and then watched his lips move as he talked. He was explaining he would be out of the office for the whole weekend as he was interviewing for a personal adviser and assistant over the weekend at Camp David, at this he squeezed my thigh, well as much as he could, it is rather muscular you know.

Golf carts and about 20 Marines and Navy personnel greeted us. The Navy and the Marines care jointly for the entire retreat and they even have a barracks somewhere on the property. There are a couple of other lodges in addition to Aspen Lodge, the president’s personal one. The others have a pool or billiards room, one has a bowling alley, one has a theater. Laurel Lodge is where there are conference rooms and a presidential office.

We again paired off and we went up to Aspen Lodge and it lived up to it’s name, looking like it had just been plucked from a Colorado mountain. It has wide plank siding, looking like they had just been cut from tree trunks and painted and nailed to the sides of the lodge. The front terraces were of flag stone and were almost perfectly, smoothly, laid. The luggage was brought in by staff from the cart they had ridden in from the helipad. The president had a double bedroom, by that I mean two bedrooms, each with it’s own bathroom, closets, and fireplaces, but a large opening about the size of double doors connecting them. The boys were offered their own bedrooms, or they could double up as the remaining two bedrooms had two beds in each, and each had it’s own bathroom and fireplace as well. Wayne put my bag in the second of his bedrooms, and the boys decided to share the bedroom on the back of the house, overlooking the pool.

As it was approaching 11 AM we decided to go for a walk, to explore and Kevin was our leader. He explained that the last time they were here his dad had meetings the whole weekend and didn’t even go swimming while they were there but he had to have something to do so he chipped and putted on the big one hole golf course and made use of the game room and the pool. So we wandered and poked around. We found a croquet set in a storage shed and Wayne and I had to explain the yard game to the boys, and we were challenged to a game for after lunch, which was being served soon.

After lunch, which we ate with the staff in the cafeteria, we set up a few wickets and had a brief practice session and then using the enclosed instructions we set up the croquet game and we were off and running. We played as teams, Wayne and I against the teens and it was interesting to see just how competitive everyone was. Wayne and I won, of course, but that led to the teens challenging us to other activities. My favorite was laps in the pool. I finally got to see Wayne out of a suit for the first time and man, did he take care of himself. He admitted to me that he often worked out twice a day, just to relieve some stress, and liked the results so it has become a habit and would often receive briefings in the White House gym. He asked how I maintained my body and I admitted that when not on a job I spent a lot of time in the gym at my apartment building. While we were discussing our workout regimens we were in the adjoining bedrooms and soon we were exploring each others bodies and we found ourselves grinding against each other, liking what we each were feeling with our hands and bodies, we broke apart as we realized we were expected at the pool so we reluctantly broke apart, bodies tingling from the contact, and lips just a bit swollen from our kissing and we grabbed towels and went out to the pool. To our surprise the boys were the late ones getting there, but at least they had stopped and gotten bottles of water for all of us on their way.

The boys were wearing baggy swimsuits and as they jumped in I noticed they each had a jock on under their suits. They seemed more into each other now and they maintained eye contact for the rest of our time in the pool. Wayne and I kept pretty much apart, as the secret service and the Marine contingent remained close. I have to admit that the Marine assigned as lifeguard that day was spectacular, that is if you were interested in young, muscular, hot maleness. Yes, he was great eye candy, but he wasn’t a drop in the bucket compared with Wayne and my attraction to him. It wasn’t the power the man held, it was knowing he had the power, seeing he kept himself up, the ease in which he carried himself, the caring he showed to Kevin, and to Bill and I, and everyone around him. I just found that all so sexy. In fact I found it so sexy that after about an hour of keep away with a soccer ball in the pool I suggested we all rest before dinner and encouraged the others to follow my lead.

By the time we had reached our adjoining rooms I was hot for the man and apparently he felt the same. As soon as the hall door was closed we were all over each other, caressing, nibbling and sucking. Our swimsuits were tossed aside and I felt his mouth take my 8 inches down his throat, murmuring the whole time, like humming an unknown tune, even as he rubbed my foreskin between his tight lips and licking the precum he found there. He maneuvered us to the side of his bed and from a bedside night stand he removed a tube of lube and proceeded to apply lube to my steel hard dick and after applying a liberal coating he fell back on the bed and raised his legs, telling me in the sexiest husky voice I could remember hearing, that he wanted to watch as I ravaged him. I didn’t just pounce on the man, I eased my way between his legs and began to feast like I hadn’t eaten in days and just as I saw his sack begin to contract I removed my mouth and replaced it with the now fully engorged head of my dick and slid it into it’s new home, for that is exactly what it felt like. It felt like a custom made glove with moist hot muscles had been made to sheathe my hard dick. Mouths fully engaged, fingers finding engorged nipples, we ground against each other, me coating his insides and he adding his natural juices to our already sweaty abs. He wouldn’t let me go, and soon I felt his rectum milking my still engorged dick, still buried inside him. I chuckled into his ear and told him how wonderful that felt, and then I started to tongue his ear after taking it into my mouth and that’s when I knew I had found at least one of his on switches and I kept it up as I ground my pelvis into his upturned one and I let go with another load inside him as he shot a stream that landed on my nipples, spraying me from there down to my bellybutton. I collapsed on top of him gasping and he wrapped his arms around me, hugging me to his heaving chest, kissing me everywhere on my face and lips. We were sharing our breaths as we had just shared our love making. We dozed for about 45 minutes.

When we awoke I led him by the hand to the shower in my room and we cuddled on the seat built along the back wall of the shower as the warm water cascaded around us and soon we started to wash each other, never breaking our connection, always with some part of one of us touching the other. As we dried he told me he had never felt anything like that before, ever and I admitted that it was the same for me. No one had ever made love to me as he had, and (I admit it, it was me that said it first!) that I felt we were made to be together, forever. I told him I loved him and couldn’t wait to have his big dick fuck me too. He groaned and told me he felt the same and would I let him do the honors later tonight when we went to bed? I told him I expected him to and I was eagerly awaiting it. We met up with the boys in the lodge with the game room and we plotted our evening, deciding on a movie after dinner. I had a chance to privately talk to Bill as Wayne and Kevin went for a stroll on the grounds and we sat on the front terrace by the living room windows. He asked how to know if he was in love and I told him honestly it was different for everyone, but if the object of his affections never leaves his thoughts for long during a day, that was a good indicator that something was up (so to speak). Bill confessed he had really strong feelings for Kevin and that they had “fooled around” after swimming. I told him that Wayne and I had done something more than fool around and I thought we were heading for a relationship, but I had to do my “job” before anything else could be decided. Then we could move into his family home and we could always find a way to see Kevin and Wayne when we needed to, especially if he and Kevin were attending the same school.

Bill did ask if I had talked to Wayne about the trip to China and I admitted I hadn’t, and also that, unusual for me, I had had other things on my mind. I told him not to worry though, as the part of my mind on the mission was agreeing to use the cover Wayne was offering us. I told him that if we had the chance I’d like all four of us to sit at some point and discuss this thoroughly, as time was running out and I didn’t want us to land somewhere and have to write an excuse for he and Kevin to be missing school. He chuckled and then reminded me that I’d have to register at his school as his guardian, preferably before school started. I wondered if that was something Todd could do for us if time became short because of the trip.

Wayne and Kevin came back to the main lodge, we could hear them laughing in the kitchen so we went and joined them, Bill going to Kevin and Kevin reached out and took Bill’s hand and Wayne came over to me and Gave me a peck on the lips as the boys did the same. None of the agents or Marines were in sight, so I relaxed and returned the peck. Wayne and I had a glass of wine each while the boys had a snack and then we all looked at the movie menu and picked one we all agreed on. During dinner at the mess hall Wayne moved around a bit, sitting at different tables with the service men and women who worked on the retreat grounds and I sat with the four secret service men who had accompanied us on the trip and Jake and Jim filled in the two newer agents on some of the funnier happenings we three had been involved with during the years we worked together. One of the newer agents asked what I did now and Jim jumped in and said I was a private consultant on security matters working with foreign nationals. The two younger agents found that very interesting, and then Jim told them that I was being considered for the position at the White House as the president’s personal consultant on foreign affairs. They seemed impressed by this more that the “security matters with foreign nationals” position I currently held.

Watching the movie with the boys right in front of us was fun. We could watch them lightly making out right in front of us, as we did more than our share of heavy petting behind them. At the end of the movie we shooed them off to bed and Wayne and I retreated to our bedrooms and I let him sleep with me after I sprayed my load all over the middle of his sheets as he thoroughly plowed my tight muscled ass and I tried that milking motion with my butt muscles on his more than prodigious cock while it was buried pubes deep within me, when it wasn’t pistoning in and out like a fucking rabbit.

We slept late the next morning, well late for us, and by 7:30 AM we were jogging on one of the trails with Marines ahead and behind us. Thankfully we didn’t disgrace ourselves and we not only kept pace with them, but with the mess hall in sight we elbowed each other and sprinted out in front and beat them all to the coffee we could smell from outside. After a breakfast with the staff and the boys we showered together and then Walt asked if I’d join him in his on site office. This was another totally secure lodge and the communication system was on a par with the system at the White House. We sat in his office in two easy chairs in front of the fireplace and he told me he wanted me to work with him at the White House and be his personal sounding board on security, and foreign affairs. Of course there would be some late nights, both at the official residence and possibly in the house I was going to share with Bill, and of course it would make sense for Kevin to accompany him on those nights, as he could exchange ideas with Bill on their homework and other interesting subjects.

We also had some deep discussions on my mission and how, if I accepted his job offer, I would be traveling with Kevin and Bill as his emissary while in China, while whatever happened in North Korea was entirely up to me. I explained more about how I had extricated Bill from Uganda and that Bill had extraordinary prosthetic makeup abilities and that I hadn’t met a better forger. I said he and I both might have to leave Kevin with his secret service agents in China while we slipped into North Korea for a day. But that could help in our cover story as Kevin and the agents could put the word out that Bill and I were bedbound by a stomach bug, or food poisoning. He sat staring into the fireplace and said he agreed that would be a good cover, but he wanted three promises from me, one was that Kevin be used to cover for us for one day in China, nothing more, and two, that I, and Bill, would come back to them safe and sound, to the best of our abilities and three, as soon as we were reunited with Kevin a call would be placed by us to him, so he could stop worrying about us.

I told him that I felt I could comply with all his requests. He then assured me that the job offer was real and he felt that what ever I said, he trusted me and whatever we two wouldn’t know, we at least would admit it to each other and do our own investigations to learn what we could, and together make our own decisions for whatever would be best for the country. He said he wanted this to be a true partnership on the way in and on the way out in 3 years, as he wouldn’t run for the office on his own, he would only do so if he could be honest with the public and have me at his side, together as a couple. By this time I was on my knee in front of him, and I asked him to marry me in three years and 1 day. He had tears in his eyes as he told me he would, and gladly. Our lovemaking that night was tender and loving, and we both exclaimed how we hadn’t felt this way about another, how we were sure this was for real and that we could only hope the boys felt this much joy in their relationship, as Wayne had told me all about his walk with Kevin, who had asked all the questions Bill had asked of me, and we had both answered honestly and in the same way.

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