Long Form Roleplayers

00:00 Agent_Robin_Winters:
The hottest day of the year is not the time to be sitting in a stuffy FBI office, gazing at the repulsive, sweaty, mole-like face of Amos Montgomery as he chomps down on a tuna melt.. yet here we are. For five hours so far, and we’re still getting nowhere. The more he rambles on about our “poor decision making” and “overwhelming failures” during yesterday’s mission, the more I want to squeeze his neck just to watch his eyes bulge. He wears thick, black-framed glasses that cover half his face and you could use the folds around his mouth to count his age like a damn tree trunk. I’m not a hateful person.. But I hate Amos Montgomery. A week ago he approached the CIA, begging for our assistance in his attempt to capture Demarquis Fabron, a terrorist group leader that’s been giving them some grief for a while now. That was until I killed him less than 24 hours ago. What a big mistake that was, apparently.

00:00 Agent_Robin_Winters:
“For the last time, Montgomery.. Washington is currently in intensive care because of Demarquis’ attempted murder. I had to kill him to spare one of my own. Maybe if you’d have handed complete control to the CIA during the planning stages of this mission, we’d have gotten your guy alive. But God forbid you relinquish control, huh, Montgomery?” I tap my fingers quickly on the table as I talk. I’m getting tired of this shit now. It’s been questions, questions and more questions. Why did we do this, why didn’t we do this, blah, blah, blah. The leader of a terrorist organisation is dead. But of course the FBI want more.. They wanted him alive so that they could obtain more information. I get it, but the mission didn’t go that way. He’s dead, end of. Good day, Montgomery.. Never call us again. Jerk. I’m starting to lose it.

00:00 Officer_Zachary_Bouchard:
No one picks their destiny. That’s the point of it all. But when I was asked what I wanted, the answer was clear. To seek justice and true freedom where there was none...to simply stop the villains of the world out there. And maybe if it could happen neatly and conveniently next to some tropical tide pools, that would be better. I studied Marine Biology at the University of America along with the required political science, even though that term made me chuckle. If it’s political, how can it be scientific? Well they got to get grants somehow. Science gets grants. Still, every chance I had, I was lost in some aquarium. Fish knew freedom and never debated justice.

00:00 Officer_Zachary_Bouchard:
Destiny took root. After 8 years and 2 terms with the Marine, I took a dual intelligence role with the CIA and the FBI protecting my country, from without and from within. You see there are just as many threats to freedom and justice on capitol hill as there are out in the terrorist filled deserts of the middle east. So now instead of gun, mostly, I carry big stick of potlitcal influence and knowledge so that I can wage war with the fucking bureaucats that keep making shit of everying the military and intelligence communities try to secure freedom.

00:00 Officer_Zachary_Bouchard:
I have been back in DC for just 4 days… and it is fucking hottest day of year and the attitudes of the politicitans and beaurcrats would be just as hot. There was a high profile sting operation which got some shitty intel. The FBI asked for the CIA’s aid in the matter. The “big bosses” who have no field experience but merely sit in meetings and make decisions, are not the most loyal, unless missions are self-serving.. They are easily bought off and used by anyone who ever has an agenda and whoever pays the highest fee. These company men from the agencies seem to lose their morals the further they climb the career chain. So I arrived this morning and the fucking backwards traffic and damn round abouts have me hours late to getting over to FBI Headquarters in downtown DC. I will just have to go straight into the meeting like a bat out hell. These suits are going to fry the strike force for their own mistake with the shitty intel. Plus, I will be making to a large arrest here on this trip… the one and only FBI bureaucrat, Mr. Amos Montgomery, whose actions are tied to one of the biggest US human trafficking rings, which has strong ties the large criminal organization called the Syndicate.

00:00 Officer_Zachary_Bouchard:
Before heading down here I reached out to a contact in MI6, Agent James Mason, who was one of the most politie men I have ever spoken to on the phone. Mr. Mason was very helpful in pointing me in the direction of finding all the solid evidence I needed to shut these men down. Of course, nobody here in DC would dare arrest him...no one has the fucking balls to stand up due to the corrupt government system’s of the US FBI. So I will go into this meeting with the criminal sitting on this briefing panel, with a full army of police and military security to escort the man to his “warm cell.” I hate knowing these operatives are going to be put through the ringer here, but I have every confidence they don’t need me to assist them in any way. But I need to get this corrupted bastard out of their way so they can do their job. My driver speeds towards the HQ as I offer to double his fare. I get through the gate… jump out of the cab, in my navy well fitting suit with a white button down dress shirt that shows off the ridges of my chest muscles just so. I grab my portfolio and I am greeted by the security personal request and the FBI Command Operative. We march towards the conference room where the debriefing is already in process.

00:00 Amos_Montgomery:
Beads of sweat dribble down my temples as I devour my tuna melt, wishing it was Agent Robin Waters’ throat instead. I snarl at him as he spews his defence again.. It’s getting tiresome. Then, he has the audacity to say it was our planning that led to this fuck-up.. Well, that’s the last straw on this donkey’s back. I slam my fist down onto the table, inadvertently but satisfyingly launching a speck of tuna in his direction, staining his burgundy shirt. “Winters! That’s enough! The integrity of my team will not be brought into question by a CIA hothead such as yourself. You acted on impulse and fucked up this entire mission. We needed him alive!” I’ve lost my appetite. I throw the sandwich across the room in the general direction of the trash can. I’ve dealt with Agent Winters only once before, and he’s the kind of man I don’t want sniffing around in my affairs. He’s intuitive and determined.. I need that hound dog off my trail. I’ve managed to convince my colleagues that he is to blame, and now for the sake of debriefing I need him to own up to it so that the CIA can take action. I’m not getting busted by some heroin addict, piece of shit G.I. Joe type.

00:00 Agent_Robin_Winters:
The mole-faced prick is showing his anger again, but this time with the addition of flying fish. A mayonnaise-covered flake hits my chest and I dive deeper into the ocean of rage. Did this fucker just fling his lunch at me? I casually take my handkerchief from my pocket and remove the offender, but it’s too late. There’s a mark. Oh, Montgomery.. I’m going to play whack-a-mole with your fucking bald head in a minute. He calls me a hothead and I realise bursting out in anger right now would only support that argument.. So I remain calm, focused.. Even as he yet again accuses me of killing Fabron on impulse, as though that’s a bad thing. He throws that fucking tuna melt sandwich across the conference room and I speak up, with the voice of a telephone operator. My calmness and aura of pure zen will drive him wild. “I acted on impulse to save the life of my colleague, and friend, Joel Washington. In my eyes, those are good instincts. The only thing I’m guilty of is killing a terrorist and stinking of tuna, courtesy of your childish rage, so why don’t you fire me? Oh, you can’t.. You’re not my boss, and I’m not your agent. I’m not backing down, Montgomery. So end this.. Now!” I may have slipped from my phone operator voice towards the end.. This shit is stressful.

00:00 Amos_Montgomery:
Winters isn’t going anywhere. He’s rooted to his spot like a stubborn weed. His words fill me with a rage I can no longer control. He calls me childish, teases that I can’t fire him and demands I end the debriefing? I stand with such speed I almost get a headrush. This child WILL concede. “You listen to me, boy! I will not be made a mockery in front of my peers. In these halls, in these rooms, I own you! You do not dictate this meeting and you WILL accept your role in fucking up this mission! So help me, God, your ass is on the line here, Winters! You are insolent, entitled, disrespectful, blundering, self-worshipping, condescending--” The list never ends. My mouth spews every word my brain can think of at such short notice. I will scream at him until my breath runs out.

00:00 Officer_Zachary_Bouchard:
As I come into the FBI Headquarters, my mind is set, my mood is authoritative and I am on mission. I hate fucking politics but what is worse is bastard-loving, backstabbing, dirty politics that puts our service men’s lives on the line… that can not be tolerated. No matter the issue, no matter the mission, and no matter the failure our operative personnel need to be protected. When bureaucrats are involved with real justice it is always a blame game, and ALL the time the politicians are trying to cover their asses and pocket from extra cash on the side. My cabled steel neck is red and flaring as I charge down the hallway to the main office of Amos Montgomery. My footsteps are heavy as I walk with a defined purpose. I am in my navy pinstripe suit with a tight white dress shirt that is snug enough to show off all the details of my battle hard muscled chest and arms. I have my leather padfolio, which my father gifted me with years ago when I joined the agency, with me. I never work without it, in it is all the evidence I need to shut this hell bound fucker up.

00:00 Officer_Zachary_Bouchard:
I come down the hallway to the office and I can already see how this is going, as I hear Mr. Montgomery boasing out. But the thought occurs to me that Mr. Winters, per his file, protects his country and his teammates very much, and would be the type to have them stay out while he takes the heavy fire. I will say his file is impressive because his personal details, character studies, and operative career are very stellar. And let’s just be honest, his pictures… in uniform show him to be one fucking hot dark hunk of a man. My cock stirs a little as I think of those couple of pictures in the file. He is a family man, married but.. Fuck… we could just be friends with benefits. “Get a grip Zach… later with the flirting,” I mutter to myself as I get close to the door. I can see a security detail at the door. The security goon flexes coming to a defensive posture. Well, who the fuck cares about him, I brought 5 MPs and 4 standard issue Marines… I am my own fucking force of nature today. I hold up my badge and the security man can say nothing… he knows I am not to be toyed with.

00:00 Officer_Zachary_Bouchard:
The goon opens the door to hear a fully confident Mr. Winters perfectly defending and holding his own against the accusatory faggot in front of him. Me and my military posse enter the large office and the doors shut behind us. Amos has wide eyes staring at me, the force of men I have with me. I am here to collect him and he knows why... he draws for their cell phones, to send messages to their dirty lawyers to find out his escape route. I merely wave my hand and the MPs go into action walking directly for him, coming around the table and pulling his seat instantly cuffing him. I came around the side of Mr. Winters and placed my hand on his boulder sized flexing shoulder, damn he is a muscle man, I think to myself. “Mr. Winters, my apologies for interrupting your briefing but these proceedings are hereby abolished. You and your team did an exemplary job and will receive full commendations for your noble efforts.” I look right into the dreamy eyes of Mr. Winters. Fuck, I could drown in those eyes for days.

00:00 Officer_Zachary_Bouchard:
I look at him with an honest genuine look of gratitude. “Thank you for your continued and excellent service. I want to apologize to you and your men for your poor treatment and the inaccurate intel you received.” I turn and look at Amos being escorted from the off. “The perpetrator will be taken care of. You and your men are dismissed and may take your leave as heroes of the state for stopping a known terrorist..” I firmly grasp his shoulder, nod to the marines with me to proceed with the booking of Amos Montgomery.

00:00 Officer_Zachary_Bouchard:
I turn from Mr. Winters and then head out back in the hallway where the MPs are reading the rights to Mr. Amos Montgomery, who is the dirty backstabbing corrupt politician in all this mess.. I merely look at Amos harshly. “Get this fucking scum bag down to the holding cell...and be sure to take his cell phone... his lawyers are unavailable as they are being arrested by the local authorities.” I call out as Amos gives me that “oh shit,” look. Damn I love my job sometimes. I smile as I make some quick texts to the agency and my boss that the job is done.

00:00 Agent_Robin_Winters:
Here we go, one of Montgomery’s famous rants. Where’s a video camera when you need one, this guy would be a viral hit the way he sweats and spits, thinking he’s being intimidating and tough but really he’s coming across like a chinchilla got poked too many times and is having a bitch fit. I sit back and watch the show, even bringing my hands together and resting them against the back of my head. What a shitstain. He starts reeling off all the things I am, and I have to hand it to the guy.. He’s quite quick at thinking of adjectives for me straight off the bat. That, or he’s had these bullets loaded in his gun for a while. I feel embarrassed for the guy, but on some level the words cut quite deep. Maybe I am some of those things after all.. Maybe I am actually in the wrong here.. Maybe.. The door swings open, catching us all off guard, and in walking a whole team of people. The man leading it is dressed all in finery, holding a very smart looking portfolio and sporting a rather vengeful look in his eyes. There’s something.. Striking about him. A confidence, a sense of self. He thanks me for my service and congratulates our team on our success, but the whole thing happens so quickly I barely take it in. He squeezes my shoulder and I smile at him with a nod. “Nice to finally be appreciated, thank you my friend..” but then Montgomery is being escorted out. I never caught the guy's name, what position he holds or anything.. And as quickly as he arrived, he disappears. I look at my colleague next to me, a little puzzled. “Do you know what the fuck just happened?”

00:00 Amos_Montgomery:
“--spineless, immature, pathetic little reta--” the door flies open and in walks one Zachary Bouchard with a little entourage. My stomach twists, and my sweat drips faster.. Oh, shit. My hands fly to my phone, but the men are on me too quickly and within seconds I’m escorted out of the room whilst being read my rights. They cuff me as I resist, and out comes Bouchard with a fucking grin on his face. “You mark my words, boy.. You’ll fucking pay for this! DO YOU HEAR ME!” I scream at him as I’m practically carried down the corridor. My tuna sandwich is trying to swim back up my throat and all over the carpet. This is bad.. This is really fucking bad.

00:00 Officer_Zachary_Bouchard:
I send off the texts to the bosses of both the FBI and the CIA then I realize Mr. Winters and his colleagues are still sitting in the office. I look back and see his stunning, bearded, handsome boy-face with a growing smile. My own smile creeps out as I cannot hide my instant physical attraction for this man. His whole presence is impressive. He has a deep intelligence to him which glimmers from his beautiful eyes that have an adoring green sheen to them. His voice is full of certainty and commitment. I know this man’s record from studying it on my trip down… his career is impressive with acts of deep heroic bravery. It is funny how reading someone’s file and seeing pictures of them, can make you quake with attraction for them. I had never met Mr. Winters until today, but in knowing him on paper… I think it is safe to say… he has deeply peaked my interest.

00:00 Officer_Zachary_Bouchard:
His hardened battle-forged body can be seen through his clothing. My manhood stirs like a snake in my suit trousers as I give him a sly look up and down. I turn my body more to face him as I put my phone down to my side, realizing I never introduced myself to him. “Zachary, Zachary Bouchard,” I say back to Mr. Winters as I reach back, down and towards him in the office. I reach to shake his hand firmly. My hand lingers in holding his hand just so… no one would really notice but I know Mr. Winters felt my intentions in the moment. I drop my hard muscular hand from his and clear my throat as the moment passes. I get back to business in a polite way as I continue looking at Mr. Winters. “There is a company car awaiting you and your partner. You and myself need to appear at CIA Headquarters, for your official debrief and then some much needed shore leave for the both of you.” I hand him the official paperwork orders and shore leave notice all sanctioned by his reporting officers. “You and your team have done a tremendous amount of work here… we cleaned up some major political and bureaucratic shit here. I grasp his boulder-hard shoulder, “I know you do not do all this for thanks, parades, and recognition… but I recognize what you did here and I am thankful, Robin...” I stop and look directly into his eyes… “May I call you Robin?” I say kindly, again seeking a moment with him, as this connection brought on by his file germinates into reality for me. The two officers behind me cough slightly, bringing me back… there is a schedule to keep. “Yes...well there you have it Mr. Winters….Robin.” I give him a nod and turn to walk off with the officers. “Our transport leaves at 1030 hours, Mr. Winters,” I say as I tap my watch walking off down the corridor to wrap up just a few items in the next 40 mins before our drive to CIA HQ where I hope to have a few more moments with Mr. Winters.

00:00 Agent_Robin_Winters:
The whole thing happens like a tornado passing through town, leaving us all in confusion and rubble. I can’t help but smile to myself as I come to the realisation that Amos fucking Montgomery just got shipped out of here in cuffs.. What a beautiful moment! My saviour soon returns to the room, only this time he formally introduces himself as Zachary Bouchard. I take his hand firmly and shake it, introducing myself in return. I linger for a few moments to show my deep appreciation of him not only for rescuing me from this meeting, but also for his show of gratitude to my team and I. In doing so, I notice he lingers too but I’m not sure how to take it. All I know is, when he eventually drops his hand, there’s a slight awkwardness to his demeanor. I then learn that we are due to be picked up only to be taken to another meeting, but laced with the silver lining of some beautiful shore leave. I glance over the paperwork and smile, impressed at the speed in which Zachary was able to arrange this.

00:00 Agent_Robin_Winters:
“I appreciate what you’ve done here, Zachary. And anybody who is able to secure shore leave for me and my hardworking friends can call me whatever they want, even honey if it suits them..” I chuckle, feeling eternally grateful for his gesture. Unfortunately, my partner is currently in hospital following yesterday’s trauma. My team and I will have to continue without them, but first of all I will make another quick call to make sure he is okay. It’s the third time I’ve called the intensive care unit today, but I don’t care. Joel has been a solid rock in my life for a number of years now, and I need to make sure he’s okay. I killed Fabron to save him, but he still got hurt in the process.. That comes with a certain amount of guilt, despite owning the knowledge that it could have been a million times worse. This time, I manage to get through to the doctor, so can talk for a little bit longer and in more detail. I find myself somewhere private to have the conversation, and by the time I’m done there’s only 15 minutes left before the transport leaves. Joel is okay, he’s stable but has some recovery time ahead of him. He’s not awake yet, but when all these meetings are done I will be paying him a visit to check in with my friend. For now, I gather my team and our belongings, then head down to the lobby of this godforsaken FBI building and wait patiently.

00:00 Officer_Zachary_Bouchard:
After walking away from the very attractive and impressive Mr. Winters, I had a brief meeting with the FBI HQ Commander. With the recent arrest of the corrupt Amos Montgomery, the HQ Commander’s job was going to be a whole lot more complicated for him. He and I spoke gently as for the longest time his hands were tied up by all the political crap and corruption. One might wonder why he couldn't do something about it… but he is deep in the thick of the United States buried in political agendas… alone, battling corruption and all his mind was on was taking care of the operatives in the FBI. I could not fault him for that. Thus that is why I am here… to empower him to do all that he needs to do. He was totally relieved as we spoke, he gladly will take on the rest of the corruption and empower the local military to retake control to bring justice and order. We had a solid handshake then he handed me a file with wide eyes. “You need to read this later… your mission here is not over… I need you to return to me when you are fully aware of things.” He whispered as he pulled me close to him, not letting anyone in the other room hear what he was saying. I picked up instantly on what he meant...the walls had ears… spies, the enemy. Fuck, the corruption was even deeper in the FBI that I thought… but I would not let the HQ Commander down. I nodded then played along. “I will come back on a routine check up, sir.” I say confidently so that those listening would not suspect anything. The HQ Commander walked to his office door and I could feel the eyes of his assistant on me… analyzing my intentions and seeking to visibly record all that I did. The assistant was one of the moles I assume. I gave the HQ Commander a nod and then a good stare down at his assistant. I will be seeing you again - I thought to myself as I looked into the corrupted eyes of the young assistant who had obviously been bribed or blackmailed by some other corrupted politician with another fucking agenda.

00:00 Officer_Zachary_Bouchard:
I walk out of the HQ elevators, still escorted by the MPs I employed for the day. As I go to the street, I address each of them, dismissing them but thanking them for their great service and support of me today. I turn back towards the lobby and I see the transport units which are being loaded with some files and such from the HQ Commander... and FUCK...there stands Mr. Winters. That man looks like sex on a stick in a clothes. “Come on, Z get it together, stop thinking with your dick…” I tell myself quietly as I walk towards Robin. I extend my hand to him and I see his strapping hard muscular arm thorough this snuggly fitting clothes, my cock stirs, OH FUCK. I see that stellar grin on his face and equally share my toothy, charming grin back at him. My hand reaches and clasps around his...I feel his hard calloused hand. I feel his power, his might as a hero, soldier and operative...but I feel something else… I feel passion… I feel a deep longing in him but not sure I know what he longs for… maybe he seeks happiness or even love...I have heard married men can just be lonely. A man can sometimes tell these things… especially when I, too, am on the hunt for Mr. Right… I mean who the fuck instantly looking for that one special guy to come home too… to build a life with… to share in the deep joys and sorrows of life. But fuck, the life of a soldier never lends itself to such things… so I have pushed off those wants for a long time. But I still look for it… maybe… but more than likely I think not… as always I am getting ahead of myself.

00:00 Officer_Zachary_Bouchard:
I hold his hand firmly and my thumb rubs the top of his hand, communicating I find him attractive. “And you and your team are right here on time, loading up perfectly, as I suspected, Mr. Winters.” I hold his hand firmly then pull back realizing I might have held it too long. I pull off my suit coat as I walk towards the transport and toss it over my shoulder as I give a glance back at him. “I will save you a seat… so you can, you know, tell me about yourself.” I say again with a playful tone. I open the vehicle door and slide in the back seat, leaving the door open hoping he will follow my cue.
00:00 Agent_Robin_Winters: I step into the lobby and am greeted yet again by Zachary, offering to shake my hand again. I take it as nothing but a friendly gesture, but then.. It hits me like a truck.. SHIT! Is this guy coming onto me? Have I somehow led him on to think I was interested? Am.. am I interested? He certainly struck me when he walked into the room upstairs, but I haven’t had feelings for a man since I was an experimental teenager and I assumed it was just a phase. I’m flattered.. I’m so flattered I can feel my cheeks flush and burn. Oh man.. What’s happening? His thumb strokes my hand and then he offers to save a seat next to him. I’m so confused.. I’m not quite sure how to feel. Nobody has shown an interest in me like this for such a long time, not even my own wife, Melissa. Lord knows she lost interest many years ago, opting instead to lust after bottles of vodka. I’ve been unhappy in my marriage for so long, the only beacon of light is my beautiful 5-year-old son, Vincent. But no matter how unhappy I am, no matter how fucking miserable I am to share a couch with that bloodsucking leech of a wife.. Is it fair to do this to her?

00:00 Agent_Robin_Winters:
In a job like mine, wearing your emotions on your sleeve is not an option. You are forced to push them down and bury it all under a pile of dedication, hard work and perseverance. Emotion can be weakness, but here I stand in the fucking FBI lobby.. And I’m almost shaking. I don’t know what to feel, I don’t know what’s going on. Zachary has intrigued me, and I didn’t realise just how much until he started being so forward. I.. like the guy. I don’t know in what way, and I don’t know what it means. But I like him. I watch him get into the car and leave the door open, glancing back at me. He’s not subtle, and that’s fine.. He has every right to try it on with a guy he is interested in.. I just don’t know how to act. Is sitting next to him in a car cheating on my wife? Of course it isn’t.. But even putting a foot on this road could be a mistake, not knowing how twisted and muddy it is. Above the fear and hesitation, however, my heart is screaming out to me. It’s telling me to do it. I can’t ignore my heart, so I take a breath and follow after him, climbing into the car next to him and closing the door behind me.

00:00 Agent_Robin_Winters:
The slam of the door almost makes me jump.. What the fuck has happened to me? I’m never nervous, this is an entirely new feeling.. But I look at Zachary and smile, suddenly feeling like I’m committed to him. He threw his hook into the water and I’ve willingly taken his bait, therefore sending him a message that I’m a potential catch. Within the space of 10 seconds, my life has changed drastically. I, a married man, have accepted another man’s romantic invitation to get to know each other better. For that, I hate myself. But this intrigue I feel racing through my veins.. I have to discover what it means. “So, uh.. How’s it going?” I cringe internally.. That wasn’t a strong starting point. Zachary is oozing with confidence, though.. I’m sure he’ll put us back on the right path. Fuck, it’s warm in here.

00:00 Officer_Zachary_Bouchard:
I slide into the back of the Chevy Suburban, which is that standard large transport in the DC area, and wait for the lovely Mr. Winters to join me. I have read Robin’s file...I know he is married… and more than likely this is a dead end street for me… but damn he looks good. His wife is one lucky bitch. However, during both of our handshakes I did feel something… a spark. I mean shit, even married men have dicks with needs. My heart is racing like a teenage boy who has found his crush. I am ready to crush on Robin Winters and see what juices come out. Robin hops into the backseat and I can tell he's nervous… Maybe this is the first time for him to have a man interested in him. Most married men go through the thought process and argument of “am I having an affair by flirting.” I mean shit we might just become friends with benefits. I look at Robin sitting there on the grey leather seat...fuck this guy has all the benefits. I see his thick, strapping thighs through his tight fitting trousers...I see his biceps flexing as the tenseness of his mind spirals out into his muscles. Beads of sweat form on his forehand. He has all the scenes of a man in heat. I lean forward to the driver, Charlie, a good mate of mine for the FBI Office. “Charlie turn the air-con on high back here for me and my guest. Also take the roundabout way, to give us some time.” I say as pat his shoulder and then I turn back and catch Robin’s eyes. I reach my strong hand out and grab his boulder sized muscular shoulder with an assuring grip. ‘Fuck he feels good,’ I think to myself. I pull my hand back without lingering, as I do not want to make Robin too uncomfortable...well not yet anyways.

00:00 Officer_Zachary_Bouchard:
I turn my waist and fold one leg under the other so I look head on at Robin. I can feel my own nerves on edge with lustful excitement. I have the advantage over Mr. Winters as I have read his file, so his military career, operative service and his personal character analysis I have all locked away in my mind. “I am sorry about the theatrics in there with the barging in and instant arrest of Amos Montgomery.” I lean slightly forward to ease Robin in, showing him I am normal. “Bastards like him need to be handled with a direct, hard approach.” I smile wide. “But fuck I do love sticking it to the bad guy and getting that shocked look on his tuna melt face…” I give a puzzled look. “That was tuna melt I smelt in there, right?” I say as I point and then touch the mayonnaise stain on Robin’s shirt. My finger pokes in enough that I feel his hard ab wall and my cock jerks.

00:00 Agent_Robin_Winters:
The AC suddenly blasts in my face and it feels amazing. I was starting to feel so flustered and sticky, I have no idea what came over me. As he turns to face me, Zachary apologises to me for his antics back at the FBI, but as far as I’m concerned he was a total badass and didn’t need to justify his actions. Then suddenly his finger leans forward and he pokes my abs, triggering a sensation of butterflies deep in my gut.. Oh fuck.. I love having my abs played with, I subconsciously tensed them for me as his finger pressed against my shirt. I look down at the mayonnaise stain and smirk, thinking of a decent comeback for him. I picked up on all his cues.. Hard approach.. Sticking it to the guy.. He’s in the mood for a flirt, and something is bubbling up inside me that makes me want to return the favour. The stain is white, so there’s only one thing for it. “Well.. either that, or I was very excited to see you come in and.. handcuff a guy..” holy fuck did those words just leave my lips. I seal them with a cheeky grin, hoping he’s not put off by my sudden change in attitude.

00:00 Agent_Robin_Winters:
I feel my cock twitch as I switch into this flirtatious mood.. Everything is so new and exciting. I gaze into Zachary’s eyes and realise just how physically attracted to him I am. I haven’t felt this lust for a man before, I’m surprised at myself and almost a little ashamed.. But I’m in too deep now. I can regret it after if needs be, but for now I just need to enjoy it, embrace it.. Before I even realise what is happening, my hand slides across the backseat and glides over his thigh. My eyes catch sight of it and I feel a little sick.. What the hell am I doing!? I keep it there and take a breath, taking in the feeling of having a man’s thigh warmly under my palm. It’s strange.. It’s exciting.. Holy fuck.. I realise that I don’t know anything about this guy, where he’s from, what his job role is.. Anything. If this is just a one-time thing, then do I need to know all that? Do I want to? If I learn about his past, that might bring actual feelings for the guy, making everything so much more complicated. But on the flip side, it’s rude not to ask.. I’m overthinking this now, I just need to ride this ride and see what happens.

00:00 Officer_Zachary_Bouchard:
My finger touches his hard stone abs, which by the way he is flexing. Shit, is he flirting back with me? Most men would turn, pull back, or take a defensive posture but this hotter-than-fuck man is tensing up, flexing his blessed abs...I bet he loves his abs worked. I will note that little tidbit for later, should we go anywhere other than flirting. I keep pushing reality back from my mind, in the hardcore fact that Robin is married...and it is highly doubtful anything of substance would even happen...shit, I assume this will be a backseat flirt-fest ‘till we get to CIA Headquarters and we part ways never to see one another again. Then I am shocked at his statement of excitement of the hands cuffs and his shirt stain. I grin from ear to ear at him. Damn this man is gorgeous. What a delightful distraction Robin is turning out to be.

00:00 Officer_Zachary_Bouchard:
I can almost see the switch happen in Robin...he gets more settled and flirtatious...my cock swells more...fuck I am going to have a wet spot here soon. Without saying a word...his muscled hand snakes across the backseat cushion and comes to grip on my thigh. Instantly my quad flexes to steel. I give a small and approving gasp. Damn, if we were alone right now, I would be tearing off his fucking dress shirt and chewing into his neck with my teeth and tongue. ‘Calm down, Z...remember he is married,’ I tell myself. I decide to go with the mood and I pulse flex my thigh in Robin’s grip letting him feel my battle forged quad cords. I look right into Robin’s eyes, “I thought I had you at disadvantage, reading your file and all...but it appears you have turned the tables, Mr. Winters.” I say softly so only he and I can hear our conversation. My arm lifts and my forefinger strokes his cheek lightly, then falls back from his face. Charlie, the driver, could care less and focuses on the drive through the DC traffic, for we have worked together so long he knows I am a horny bastard. My hand finds its way to rest on top of his and I interlace my fingers with his, and squeeze his hand. “You are just as impressive as your file...Robin.” I say looking down at our hands.

00:00 Agent_Robin_Winters:
I am absolutely astounded at how quickly this has all happened. An hour ago I was being screamed at by Amos Montgomery after supposedly fucking up a mission. I was unhappily married, but faithful. Now.. I’m holding a man’s hand who I just met and it’s like I’m a completely different person. I.. I haven’t been touched like this for so fucking long.. Years.. I can’t remember the last time Lissie looked at me with any interest.. Zachary’s confidence and forwardness has stirred me up inside. Fuck.. I want to remember what it feels like to have lips on me, a tongue searching my body.. Oh fuck, I’m grinding uncomfortably in my seat now, rock hard inside my trousers. I didn’t realise how vulnerable I was until now.. How easily I’ve been swayed. His finger strokes my face and I want more.. I want more on the backseat of this fucking Chevy immediately.. What’s wrong with me?

00:00 Agent_Robin_Winters:
He mentions reading my file, going on to call me impressive.. I’ve certainly never thought of myself as impressive. I pretend to be a little disheartened by his words. “You know everything about me? That hardly seems fair.. I didn’t know who you were until an hour ago..” he holds my hand tightly as it rests on his thigh and I seriously can’t believe what’s happening. I push all thoughts of my wife away, I owe her nothing and for the first time in so long I’m actually feeling something in this way towards another human being.. And it’s being reciprocated very clearly. For the first time in years, I’m feeling wanted, valued and appreciated.. I understand completely why I’m allowing this to happen. “How long have you been watching me from the sidelines?” I raise my eyebrows, wondering how long this guy has been a secret admirer of mine.

00:00 Officer_Zachary_Bouchard:
Our fingers interlace loosely then tightly...I feel his pulse through his fingers, it beats steady and hard. I feel his body heat through the back of his hands...I can sense he heated up with lust. I flex my thick quads muscles under his hand more. My own dick is swelling in my pants, and snakes in my pants. I am sure my boner is very visible in my navy suit pants. My balls are full...shit I should have jacked off this morning. My pulse throbs in my hand on his, my desire for him is perfectly apparent. Fuck...this is going further than I thought it would. I did not expect this married man, who is so fucking hot and a pure man meat treat on my eyes, to reciprocate my playful affections so deeply. My mind wanders sinfully to maybe there could be more with this man...but what would that be? Me, a boy toy mistress on the sidelines of his life...fuck if he is as good in bed as he is playing here...it might be worth it.

00:00 Officer_Zachary_Bouchard:
My eyes twitch…’Think, Z...he is married...and being a sideline wonder ass boy is no life for anyone.’ I tell myself. So I will keep it here and now in the back of this transport...this is where we will play out our little short playful affair. My closest arm extends out from my body and I rest my hand on Robin’s strapping hard shoulder. My fingers tighten and massage the muscles, as the tip of my forefinger strokes his cabled muscular neck. “I have been watching you since the mission two years ago to Nicaragua, my sweet….” I pause and lean closer, “...sexy man.” My lips are close to his face...my fingers interlaced with his. My heated minty breath against his face… our lips are so close. I speak softer...more sensual...as the moment builds. My face flushed with a pinkish fill of manly desire. “What you did to that drug lord, across the Nicaraguan border was nothing less than…” My lips hover right at his...our eyes locked. “...impressive.” I say exhaling another breath of sexually heated air in his face. I just hold still there...our hands grasping and resting on my battle hard thigh. My other hand gripping his flexing shoulder muscles, and our lips nearly pressing into each other. Our eyes searching each other for the next move.

00:00 Agent_Robin_Winters:
I’m overwhelmed by his touch and closeness.. His lips are a mere centimetres from mine and his warm breath washes over my face. I haven’t felt this full of lust in so long.. The burning desire to feel lips pressed to mine in a passionate kiss. It’s intoxicating, and this guy is so into me.. I want to remember what it’s like to kiss somebody. I.. I can’t help myself, I’m completely taken over by this lust. He calls me sexy, holding himself as close as he can possibly be.. It’s absorbing, it’s torture.. I have to do it.. Before I know it, I’m leaning into him and pressing my open lips to his. It’s a slow kiss, and the sensation washes over me like waves lapping the sand. “Mmmmhmm..” I can’t help but moan as I experience this wonderful feeling I haven’t had in so damn long.. I can’t believe how quickly this has happened, I didn’t even realise I was so vulnerable.. But Zach entered my life so confidently, so strikingly.. He caught me when I didn’t even know I was falling. I hold this kiss, nice and slow.. There’s no need to rush this, my body wants to experience the passion of this moment. I start to introduce my tongue, yet another strange feeling I haven’t had for so long.. But the feel of it running along the inside of his mouth and greeting his own tongue only fuels the lust even more. The kiss grows deeper, harder.. I can’t believe this is happening..

00:00 Officer_Zachary_Bouchard:
Our lips are so close...the heat between us is palatable. I am struggling to keep my emotions and lust in check. What started as easy flirting has turned into something more...I have a genuine affection for him...this is dangerous territory. Not only due to him being married, but in my position there is no room for relationships, love or anything in the traditional sense. Our lips touch. Oh fuck, this man feels so good, so right, so perfect for me...but I need to stop this. But I can not...I give in more. His lips linger, there is power in them, I feel his might, the longing in his soul. I want more...my hand slides up his legs. I feel his strapping quad...I ache for them to be around me.

00:00 Officer_Zachary_Bouchard:
My mind flashes back...I see my former man, my lover, my fiance...the man who was going to make my world a better place, my Trey. We were perfect together...sure we had a rocky start to things but that only forced us to be closer. I met Trey in the service...me, a sharpshooter and he, a demolition man. He loved making things go “boom,” even making his cock go boom in my ass or on my chest...fuck I miss him. I have not felt this way since him, nor had this connection or affection for a guy. My manhood snakes in my trousers and jolts my mind back to the present. My excitement grows and I leak more of pre lustful load in my pants. “Fuck Z, what are you doing here,” I think to myself. But I give in, my muscled hand caresses up his cabled thigh...then my fingers press on his cock. I feel his hard shaft and I explore more as fingers graze his ball sac. Our lips are still locked, the moments are melting together. This man...this magnificent man is touching in ways that no one before him has. Why do I want this guy I can never have? Now my hand, as if it has a mind of its own, fully surrounds his balls and shaft and I grip it as we kiss more. My full barreling chest presses into his muscular side. Fuck, if we don’t get there soon I will be having sex with this guy.

00:00 Officer_Zachary_Bouchard:
Suddenly the driver, Charlie from the front seat, who does not turn around, as he is totally aware of what is going in the back seat, but has had the respect to say nothing and let us get it on, alerts me we have arrived. “Sir, we have arrived at the FBI HQ...or shall I take another run around the block?” Charlie says smuggly with a grin. I pull back just slightly from Robin, my forehead against his, hand strapping hand still gripping his cock and balls. My eyes meet his looking for a sign that this was more than two horny guys...that maybe there is some substance developing here. “Oh fuck give me a sign Robin,” I say to myself. I pant out a little and smile at him. “So are we done, or did you want another go around the block my man?” I say playfully looking into those wonderful eyes that sparkle with such light and soul.

00:00 Agent_Robin_Winters:
I’m lost. I’m so fucking lost in this strange world of lust and desire.. Oh, man.. It’s been so long. Way too long.. For years it’s just been with my hand on my dick and my wildest imaginations. I find myself kissing him harder as time goes by, moaning into his mouth as his hand explores my lower body and.. Fuck.. he presses against my hard cock. Such an amazing feeling, I’ve craved it for so damn long. I could take this all the way, I feel sure of it.. In a few moments I’d be stripping him off and feeling his body against-- My thoughts are interrupted by the driver calling back to us, and it snaps my mind back into place like a vicious slap to the face. Holy fuck. What was I doing? Melissa.. Vincent.. They don’t deserve whatever the hell just happened, no matter how much I was enjoying it. I’m suddenly overcome with guilt and a deep feeling of hatred towards myself. I let myself get completely taken over by the sex-deprived, desperate monster living inside of me, and have officially cheated on my wife and, by extension, betrayed my son. Zachary offers another drive around the block, but.. I can’t. I shake my head rapidly, still catching my breath from the recent adventure.

00:00 Agent_Robin_Winters:
“I can’t.. I’m sorry, I can’t.. That was, this was a mistake.. Can we stop please?” I call to the driver, who approaches the building and comes to a stop. I reach over and open the door, stepping out on the sidewalk in a rush. I need air.. Fresh fucking air, not the hot, sweaty, hormone-filled air of the inside of that car. I turn back to Zachary, not meaning to be rude.. It wasn’t his fault, and I don’t blame him at all. “I’m sorry..” I hold his gaze for a few seconds before turning away and walking into the building, not feeling at all ready for more debriefing. I head straight into the bathroom in the lobby and rush to the sink, running the cold tap and washing water over my face. Fuck.. FUCK!! How did this happen!?

00:00 Officer_Zachary_Bouchard:
We are so close, our bodies inches from each other, our lust in sync as we climb to this sexual climax. The body heat, coupled by the intense stimulation, is making droplets of sweat to roll down my stone strapping back. Dammit, I want this man...I have read his personnel file over and over like it was porn...but I knew nothing could happen...he is MARRIED...but then today, he is so responsive and...fuck...lustful for me. My hand grips tighter on his cock and ball sac as I await his answer...then I see it...the crash of reality into his eyes, that melts the mood and transforms his expression from lust to disgust. This is not the response I expected...my heart sinks. I hear the heart-smashing and cock-slashing words…”I can’t….this was a mistake.” Before I can even give Robin any reassurance, he has opened the vehicle door and is out on the sidewalk. I see this thick barreling chest expand as he sucks in air and all I can think about is how I want to rip that tight-fitting dress shirt off him...but “this was a mistake” rings in my mind. Our eyes catch and I see a longing in his eyes, but is covered by his personal realization of disgust. I say nothing but just nod at thim. I sit there in the back seat catching my own brief watching my “backseat lover” walk off and disappear into the FBI HQ building.

00:00 Officer_Zachary_Bouchard:
Robin disappears into the building...but eyes linger. I am actually hoping he will turn around and come kiss me...and say he was wrong. I feel a hand on my boulder sized flexing shoulder. “Are you going to be ok, boss?” Charlie says as he grips my shoulder supportively. I reach up and squeeze his hand. “No...but I will be fine...thanks, Charlie.” I sigh out. Charlie has been on my team for years. Charlie knew Trey, my former lover and partner. Charlie and his wife Karen have been my best friends for years. They have been my rock and support through so much. I lost Trey fourteen months ago on a mission to Johannseburg, South Africa. I rarely think about that week in South Africa...or the violent way he died. His eyes...I still see his eyes...the pain and the...I stop myself at this train of thought. When my heart hurts this is the path it takes...it trails back to the worst day of my life...the day I saw the love of my life ripped from me...when I was painted in his blood. If I look hard enough I can still see the red stains on my hands. “Fuck, Z get a damn grip.” I say to myself. Charlie grips my shoulder harder. “Don’t go there Z...he does not deserve you,” Charlie says then I hear his hesitation...and I know what is coming. “Did you really want a married man to go for you...I mean you are charming..but?” Charlie said seriously with a playful tone. I pat his hand and give his finger a playful tug. “I know...fuck man…” I say still looking at the doors that Robin went through. “I will see you inside my man,” I say to Charlie as I slide out of the vehicle, grabbing my portfolio and adjusting my cock again. I walk toward the large double doors staring at their sheer size...my heart hurts...I miss Trey….and yes I now miss Robin. “Shit,” I say to myself then I go inside where piles of paperwork await me.

Published: 2021-07-19, viewed 43 times.