Covert Operations

by Mitch H

URL: http://www.area52hkh.net/asm/mitchh/covertop.php
Summary: What was going through Jack's mind the night before his mission. And... what was going on in his bed, a much more interesting prospect

Jack switched the phone to his other ear and scrunched his bare toes in the carpet as he sat on the side of his bed.

"Yes, General. I'll have everything ready for the plan by tomorrow morning. We gate through, make a stab at the negotiations— Yes, sir. Daniel will have put a lot of work into the treaty proposal."

He shifted the sheet, bringing it up over his left hip and laying it across his naked groin. A hand followed the sheet across his lap, putting a lot of work into tugging at the cloth.

"And when they deny us the technology, I get all huffy." Hot breath huffed in his unoccupied ear and Jack leaned away from the erotic feel. He cleared his throat and nodded. "Yes, sir. Whatever piece of technology I want? Grab it—" He choked off a yelp as the hand grabbed his cock.

"Sir—Yes, sir. Then back through the gate. Thank you for saying you think I have the spine for this kind of work. No, I'm sure none of my team su--suspect ... " Jack shivered. Moist lips were running up his spine.

"W—won't say a thing to any of them, sir. Their reactions, yes sir. Not let the cat—out of the bag, sir." Jack scooted to the edge of the bed, trying to escape the fingers that began stroking his scrotal bag.

His forehead was breaking out in little beads of sweat. The mouth had left his spine and was inching around toward the hand. He had to end this conversation fast.

"I'll use my head ... Yes, they'll ... I'm sure every one of my team will be shocked, sir. Sh--!" The mouth made contact with the sensitive patch just under the head of his cock. "Shocked," he said weakly. "Sir," he added for good measure. "I'll break off all contact with th—them, sir," Jack stressed as he tore away from the maddening contact and leaped to his feet

"And—No sir. I'm just a little tired. Ready for bed, that's all. Yes, sir. I'll get one last good night's ... rest ... before the plan goes into action tomorrow." He was tugged irresistibly back to bed.

"No, sir. I won't tell any of my team a thing. Their reactions will be genuine, sir. Cover, sir. Yes. I understand. Good night, General." He frantically searched for the end call button as he was pulled under the covers.

"Daniel!"

End