Published: 4 Oct 2018

Bill, Kevin, and Ken were there to greet us as we pulled into the berth and the lines were tied off. My fellow passengers and I scrambled off and we all were received as heroes. We had accomplished our mission within 24 hours of leaving here and the news reports were telling us that Kim Jong-Un had perished from anaphylactic shock from a bee sting. Apparently, no one knew that he was allergic to bee sting, so no one was prepared with an epee-pen to save his life. Not that that would have helped, the dose of the venom was just so strong.

A new government was formed, after the military tried to take over the country, but UN forces combined with support from China. Japan. South Korea, and combined NATO forces helped keep them under control until a democratic government could be formed. Of course, this was a day or two later, but right now I had Bill and Kevin hanging on me and so thankful that everything had happened so quickly. We made it to Ken’s office there at the marina and we bade our heartfelt thanks to the three Chinese lower-level officials and wished them well on their trip home. They would be generously compensated by their government, as long as they kept quiet about what they did, saw, or heard over the last 24 hours. I made sure that Ken’s nephew was suitably praised for the release of the angry bees at just the right time, and that Ken received credit for even thinking of using the insects as part of the diversion to enable us to get out of the stadium before any of us could be detained for questioning.

Bill was still holding on to my one side and Kevin was on the other the whole first hour after we docked and I gave them praise for their parts in the mission. Now I had to call Wayne and fill him in. It was about noon in DC and I used the satellite phone and called my fiance to let him know the mission was successful and we would start our trip home a little later in our day. He was so relieved to hear from me personally, as Kevin had already called him to tell him we were on the water and heading back to Ken’s marina several hours before. I told him everything was alright, but I missed him and loved him more than life itself. He told me he felt the same and he wanted a full debriefing as soon as I returned and I promised we would both get a debriefing as soon as possible.

Kevin told me that neither he nor Bill had slept a wink the whole time I was gone so I encouraged them to go get their bags packed and we would get Jim and Jake to drive us back to the airport and we would board the State Department jet and get underway so we could sleep on the plane on our way home. They took off with Jake to gather their things and Jim and I removed my baggage from the other craft I had been using. I packed my few things while Jim took care of his and we brought the cases to the end of the dock and Ken’s friend the driver loaded them in the trunk just as the lads and Jake returned with theirs to add to our load. We all thanked Ken for all he had done and we invited him to America to visit whenever he wanted. He would always be welcome.

We settled into our flight and the lads shared a bedroom and I had the other to myself. We were asleep for about 7 hours before hunger woke all of us and we sat and had a nice meal with our security detail, most of the time with the others asking me questions which I answered as best I could. The staff returned to clear the table and we adjourned to the communications room to hear any further updates on the happenings in North Korea and were gratified that already there was opposition to the military attempting to take control of the country. We settled in to watch some broadcasts on the satellite television and that is when I learned I had been selected as the President’s personal adviser and many reports claimed that for an unknown in foreign affairs I had been the dark horse in the running, but that just made me more appealing to the administration as I had no political baggage to bring with me. As the president had said just a half hour ago as he made his announcement, “I cannot recall a time when in an interview that lasted 2 1/2 days I felt more in sync with a candidate than I did with Mr. Travers.

“Our thoughts and actions meshed perfectly and I cannot wait to begin working with him on achieving our common goals. He has been accompanying my son on a goodwill tour of the Shenyang province of China for the last few days and I’m hoping for some reports already conveyed to me that we shall have a better working relationship with China as a direct result of their trip there. I’m told that the trip was a success as far as my son’s growing friendship with Mr. Traver’s ward who is going to be a fellow student at The High School of Independent Study for their high school senior year, while earning college credit for their studies as well. The military coup in North Korea has no chance of succeeding and a democratic government will soon be in place.” His brief, on camera, press release was well received, but there was more speculation on just who was I and what qualifications did I have. The next news report carried statements from the Director of the Secret Service and the Head of the FBI.

Both gave glowing reports on my past with the Air Force and then Special Ops, then the Secret Service and how I had been fully vetted by the FBI and the fact that the President wanted me should be enough reason for me getting the job, as anyone could see. After hearing the two directors saying this, the lads went into hysterics and I admit I chuckled right along with them. Our landing at Andrews Air Force base was uneventful and we boarded the President’s chopper for the short trip to the White House.

We landed on the helipad on the East Lawn and were greeted by the President who shook all our hands and we also each received a “man hug” from him before the photographers and reporters began their light show and a barrage of questions, primarily aimed at Kevin and me.

We handled their questions as truthfully as possible and also as briefly as possible. I for one was in a hurry to begin working under my President as soon as possible, and to show him just how much I had missed him in the past few days. He in turn was just anxious for me to fuck his brains out and reconnect in a way that lovers can only do. But first the debriefing by the “in the know” bureau chiefs and the president, after he had given his son and Bill a proper welcome home. We met in the conference room just past the Oval Office and we met for about two hours. They were impressed, as I had been by the ingenuity of Ken and the keen eye of his nephew, who had loosened the bees at just the right moment. They were pleased by the results and that no reports of my interference had been heard anywhere by anybody.

After that meeting Wayne took me to his office, the most famous office in the world, the Oval Office, and there we signed an employment contract with his secretary witnessing our signatures and she then handed me some forms to be filled out for payroll and human resources and while I tackled those Wayne was fielding calls from the leaders of South Korea, Japan and China and he was simultaneously handling a conference call on his computer with the head of NATO. The result of those calls was a unification in their resolve to quell the military coup being attempted in North Korea and to ensure that all these countries would support a new democratic government in North Korea. My forms all completed I returned them to the secretary and had a White House ID issued to me, I was now officially employed by the White House and was to begin my duties on Monday, three days from now.

Wayne was finally through with his calls and was waiting for me when his secretary returned me to his office. He suggested we spend the weekend at Camp David and I reminded him we (Bill and I) were supposed to move in to his parents’ house this weekend and be ready for school to start on Wednesday. He pondered that statement, as I held him in my arms and he asked if he could suggest something. I chuckled and told him I could feel something coming up and he kissed me and stepped back chuckling and told me to behave myself for a minute or two and let him make his suggestion. He thought I should spend the rest of the day with Bill getting things at my apartment ready to move tomorrow and he’d have a crew at my place at 7AM tomorrow to move us. He said that way we could have from Friday afternoon to Sunday night or Monday morning together at Camp David. I was horny enough to agree and so after a goodbye smooch we sent for the lads and explained our plan and they both agreed, with Kevin offering to come help us. He’d go now and pack a bag for tonight and the weekend and stay with us and we’d then meet his dad tomorrow about noon when the secret service picked us up to catch the helicopter to the retreat with his dad. Bill thought that was a great plan, even if it meant that Jake would be spending the night in our apartment on the pull out couch.

With everything settled we set our plan in motion and Jake was informed so he could repack his travel bag and we could set off, but not before we were treated to a fine lunch in the family dining room. After lunch, Jake drove us to a moving company and I picked up a couple dozen moving boxes, hoping they would be enough and we went to the apartment to begin packing.

Jake didn’t just sit on his ass watching, he pitched right in and began packing the kitchen items up and Bill and I went to the bedrooms to start boxing up what was being moved. The apartment had been sublet to me furnished, but some of the accessories and all our personal effects had to be boxed and readied to be moved. We were done by 5:30 PM and we sent out for pizza and the four of us settled in to enjoy the last night in my “bachelor” digs.

About 7:30 the lads came to me as Jake and I were sitting in the living room, just chatting and watching a current events news show. They asked if they could go to the drug store on the corner, as they just realized they had left some important “supplies” at Kevin’s room in the White House that afternoon. Jake offered to walk with them so I asked if they needed any money and then gave them two twenties and told them to stock up for the weekend.

Some twenty to twenty-five minutes later they hadn’t returned. I thought that odd, as the drugstore they were going to was a two-minute walk to the corner. The hairs on the back of my neck were tingling and I became the jungle stalker I had been in Uganda. I put an ankle knife on under my right jeans leg and slipped a pistol in the small of my back and put my keys in my pocket and left to go see what the heck those three were up to. I know they were with a secret service agent, but the boys were more MY responsibility, and I felt there was something wrong. I went down in the elevator and checked to make sure they were not using the other elevator to my floor and when I was assured that car wasn’t in use I left the building, heading for the store on the corner. I had to pass the entrance to the parking garage and as I did I saw the ball cap I had seen Jake wearing as they had left the apartment for the store. It was laying on the top of a low shrub by the garage entrance and there was blood on the sidewalk near it. The bushes were kind of trampled nearer the actual opening to the gate of the garage and more blood was on the drive inside. I ducked under the tip of the security arm across the entrance and, keeping in a crouching position I kept to the shadows along the inner wall just inside the garage and paused, still crouched down, but now with the pistol in my right hand. I heard a low moaning off to my right. There were no upright bodies near where I heard the moaning from, so I crab-walked over to it and found Jake with a knife wound in his stomach and a wad of cloth stuck in his mouth. I reached into his jacket and activated the silent alarm all agents carry to signal their office when trouble arises. He was pretty out of it and was non responsive so I had to pray that the built-in homing device worked within these concrete walls, because I was going after my boys.

Following the wall, I knew I’d come to the elevator service room and around the corner from that was the storage rooms for the maintenance crews that handled the cleaning of the common areas of the building and there was one for the groundskeepers as well. From that general area, the closer I crept, I heard muted noises and realized I could tell that someone was being told: “Suck me you fag, suck it or I’ll hit him again!”. As I crept even closer I saw a sliver of light coming from the second storage room’s door, which was open a crack. I put the gun back in the small of my back and removed the knife from my ankle and made my way to the door. The door swung open to the left side so I stood up and rested my fingertips in the edge of the door itself, on the barely ½ inch of exposed door edge and with the knife ready to throw I swung the door opened and threw the knife at the only upright figure in front of me, catching the shoulder of the thug just where the arm meets the shoulder. The scream was deafening but by then the pistol was again in my hand and I was frantically looking for Kevin, as it was Bill on his knees in front of the thug, his belt securing his hands behind his back and several bruises already forming on his face and head. Kevin was out cold on the floor by some shelving to my right and he also was trussed up and had bruising on his face as well. Bill was struggling to get to his feet so I rushed to him and took the belt off his wrists and used it to secure the thug’s wrists behind his back, leaving his little dick sticking out of his fly, and leaving the knife sticking out of his shoulder. I hugged Bill and kissed his forehead and went to check on Kevin, Bill almost pushing me to get to him quicker. Kevin was coming around as we got to him and Bill sat down and placed Kevin’s head in his lap and started murmuring to him. I heard a commotion out in the garage and went out to greet the secret service team that had responded to the signal sent by the gizmo I knew all active duty agents carried. Jake was with the paramedics, being loaded into an ambulance and I told the agents there was a wounded thug in the maintenance room around the corner. I had my ID in my hand and made it available to the agent that seemed most in charge, telling him that the thug was with the other two victims, and one of those was the president’s son, and the other was my ward.

Things started moving pretty quickly after I said that and the boys were led out by two of the agents, the boys clinging to each other and whispering to each other. They made their way to me as I was giving my statement to an agent and an Arlington policeman. They were next and as a paramedic checked each one over the other gave their statement. Their statements matched and they told us they had left the drug store and the three guys were talking and joking as they returned home when this guy who had been in the drugstore had confronted them just at the opening of the garage and had tried to rob them. When Jake tried to show him his ID the guy must have thought Jake was going for a weapon and the thug stabbed him and grabbed Kevin around the neck and dragged him into the garage and told Bill to drag Jake into the garage and around the corner, threatening to break Kevin’s neck if he didn’t comply. He then had Bill go around the corner, with the thug still choke holding Kevin and took them to the maintenance room where he cold-cocked Kevin and then started to hit Bill. I kept my mouth shut, as this was really all the officers needed to know.

Another Secret Service agent was assigned to Kevin after he was deemed to be alright by the medic, except for some bruising, and the agent accompanied us to the apartment when we had been told we could return home. The new agent did a search of the apartment before he allowed us in and after the boys went to get cleaned up I explained to the agent we were moving in the morning but there was the pull out sofa which had already been made up, all he had to do was pull it out. I was pretty knackered and told him good night, as we expected the movers about 7 AM. I offered him full use of anything left in the kitchen or the fridge and excused myself to bed, after checking on the boys and saying my goodnight to them. They in turn both ended up in my arms, thanking me for rescuing them and both of them giving me hugs and cheek kisses. I reminded them to get as much sleep as they could, as tomorrow would be a very busy day for us.

The alarm woke me about 6 and I went and knocked on Bill’s door to wake up the lads and get them moving before the movers arrived. I then had gone to the living room to make sure Kevin’s security agent was awake and I saw him coming out of the hall bath, so everyone was up and having coffee when the buzzer for the door went off and the agent went to make sure the movers had been cleared by the agent stuck in the lobby all night. I went down with them to direct them to the service elevator that was used to access my floor and within fifteen minutes they had started trucking the boxes down the hall to the elevator and we were on the move. We had taken a box and packed the items we had used the night before, and this morning, like the sheets from our beds and the towels we had used this morning, and my coffee maker, after I brewed another pot for the five guys moving us. In about an hour the crew chief told me they were about done and would be ready to follow us to the house in about a half hour, and that a cleaning crew that had been hired was coming up from the lobby to start cleaning the place from top to bottom. I was surprised as I hadn’t even thought about hiring someone to clean up after me, but I was happy I wouldn’t have to come back to clean just to get my security deposit back.

We all rode in my car, with a couple of other agents following us and behind them the truck with my belongings. We pulled in front of the house and Bill went to unlock it to let everyone in and the process began in the reverse. I asked Bill which bedroom I should use and he didn’t hesitate, he told me to take the master bedroom, and whatever little qualms he had experienced before about the room he no longer had. The cleaners I had asked the lawyer, Todd Michaels, to hire to clean the house while we were out of the country had done a good job. They had packed up the clothing from Bill’s parent’s room and we had donated almost all of it to charity and his mom’s jewelry was donated to the charity they had worked with in their name. It ended up earning them two hundred thousand dollars when it finally went to auction.

The movers made short work of the boxes, placing Bill’s in his spacious room and mine were placed in the master bedroom.

We then started to unpack, but only the boxes we had marked for the weekend and we then packed for our stay at Camp David and carried our bags down to the first floor and we let the agents drive us to the White House to meet up with Wayne.

Before we boarded Marine 1 (the president’s helicopter) we had a little discussion and we ended up flying to Bethesda to visit Jake in the hospital where he was recovering nicely from his stab wound. Jim was staying close by his side and the President was very appreciative of Jake’s efforts to protect his son, as was I for attempting to save Bill also. The boys were sorry if their mission to obtain lube had contributed to getting Jake stabbed and they were sorry that their banter was overheard by the thug which spurred the thug on to nab two cocksuckers, as he had told the boys as he was attempting to rape Bill’s mouth as Kevin had been knocked unconscious. All five then thanked me for arriving when I did, saving Jake from bleeding to death and preventing Kevin from further harm, and interrupting the rape of my ward. Then an aide to Wayne came in the room with two photographers and two flat boxes. Wayne then made a presentation to both Jake and me of the medals contained in the two boxes, he pinned a “Presidential Medal of Freedom” on both Jake and me as the photographers went nuts taking our pictures. Everyone was shaking hands, and the boys were hugging us both.

These meant a great deal to both Jake and me and I could tell how proud of Jake, Jim was, and I got the same look from Wayne, once the others were out of the room. We still made it to Camp David for a late lunch, but that didn’t stop the crew there from coming out into the dining room to look at my medal and to tell the lads how happy they were they had survived their attack so relatively unscathed. Otherwise, the weekend went pretty much as the last time we had been out here at the retreat. The lads spent a lot of time together as did Wayne and I.

This weekend, in between mind-blowing sex, we discussed the boys and how I felt weird calling those two strapping young men “boys” and Wayne convinced me that no matter how big or how old, those two would always be our boys, even more so when we married. We discussed what we would do after he left office and he told me he wanted to teach history, that was what his degrees were in, and as a former President, he felt he had a good chance of landing a position at just about any college or university. I told him that I too had an education degree and would like to train recruits, maybe for the Secret Service, I wouldn’t have to be an active member of any service to do that.

As they say, “all good things must come to an end” and we all traveled back to the White House on Sunday evening. The lads and I ate dinner with Wayne and then we said our goodbyes. The lads went to be by themselves as they said their goodbyes, and Wayne and I went to his bedroom to do the same. I told him I’d see him in the morning and he said a car would be picking me up every morning at a quarter to 8 and I asked him if that was another perk of the job and he asked what the other perks were and I held his crotch in the palm of my left hand and placed my right one behind his oh so handsome head and I leaned down to kiss his lips and sent my tongue searching for the gallon of cum I had deposited there during the weekend. He said our morning break was going to be a long one.

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