Hotel Hook-up with the Secret Service

I was on a regular trip to West Africa staying at my regular hotel on the riverfront with its infinity pool and chic boutique rooms. Actually one of the nicer hotels I get to stay in partly because its new but also because it has a great view over the lagoon and is in a nice safe location.

Returning from the office one afternoon, the driver says, “You might want to walk, I don’t think they’ll let me in today, looks like a dignitary has arrived or something.”

“Yeah, no problem, thank you very much,” I said as I hopped out of the back seat, “see you on Monday, get some rest and have a good weekend.”

I made my way through the pedestrian security entrance the hotel and asked the one guard, “What’s with all the vehicles? Someone important?”

“US Secret Service, in town for the summit,” he said with a smile and more than a touch of admiration and longing to be one of these uber cool agents he was getting to see up and close.

Security was doubly intensified getting into the hotel which in one was annoying but on the other hand, was kind of reassuring knowing that there were so many security guys running around. That they were American and anti-american sentiments run high and suddenly my hotel was a high value target, well I just pretended in my head that their firepower would overwhelm any attackers. I hoped anyway.

After changing into something cooler, some shorts and a Polo, I headed to the bar to unwind. At the end of the bar was an obvious member of the Secret Service. Untucked short-sleeve plaid shirt, noticeably hiding his service weapon on his hip, the obligatory tan chinos and some sort of approach/hiking shoe.

I sat down about 2 seats away from him at the bar.

“The usual?” the bartender asked.

“Oh yes please,” I replied knowing that after almost 2 weeks in this bar most weekends, the bartender had nearly perfected a martini (with a little coaching on my part here and there).

“A man of class,” I heard to my right and looked over taking a sip from the martini.

I could feel my cheeks warm up as I looked over at the very cute secret service agent at the bar.

“He does an amazing martini,” I said loud enough for the bartender to hear which generated a huge prideful smile.

My new weapon carrying sercret service agent friend motioned if he could move closer with a “do you mind” sort of look.”

I shook my head.

“I saw you this afternoon walking into the hotel,” as he slid across to the stool next to mine, “do you normally walk around town?”

Once the security agent, always the security agent I thought, “Oh no,” I replied, “my driver and security detail dropped me off at the gate this afternoon because some VVIP blocking the driveway,” I said with a teasing smirk.

“That would have been us I’m afraid, sorry for the inconvenience.”

“I’m just teasing, it’s no big deal, it actually makes it easier on my guys because to come inside the hotel, the vehicle is searched, they have to be searched, dropping me off at the gate and waiting until I’m inside probably saves them 30 minutes in their day.”

“That’s nice of you, I wish I had more principals that were as considerate.”

“You’re with the summit? I asked.

“Yeah, the boss is staying at the Embassy and we’re all here.”

“You had a lot of vehicles for being alone,” I said as I scanned the empty bar in which there was not one other identifiable secret service agent present.

He snorted his beer a little and then grinned, “When you’re this good, you only need one,” was his reply which made me laugh as well.

“It’s a mixed rotation, so some of us are off this weekend and here as backup, and those that are on duty are upstairs, I don’t know where the others that are off this weekend are at, we’re not supposed to leave the hotel, but who knows,” he said.

I think it was the martini in me talking but for some totally inappropriate reason I mentioned the Cartagena prostitution scandal a couple of years before and he would have been within his rights to tell me to fuck right off but instead he kind of slunked down over the bar and mumbled, “Not my thing to be honest.”

“Ah, you’re a good agent then, focussed on the job, no wonder they only need one of you on duty,” I said trying to dig my way out of the silly comment and stroke his ego.

“Nah, its not that, it’s the prostitutes man, not my thing, especially the women, I don’t think they’d understand if I asked, ‘you seem cool, do you have a brother?’”

I nearly fell off the stool laughing so hard and he lit right up in the face.

Clearly his gamble at pegging me as gay had paid off.

From there, we started having a really interesting conversation about all sorts of things and it was definitely not the Friday night sitting alone at the hotel bar that I was expecting.

I confessed to being gay after the prostitution comment and so we bonded over that and he took pride in being an openly gay officer in the secret service (one of a few) but struggled with being a 30-something attractive male in so many places like this where the urge was great but the restraint was crucial.

I admitted that a few years back, at this very hotel, I had decided to try the rentmen approach only it didn’t go so well.

“Oh god, what happened?” he asked.

“Well,” I said, “the guy looked hot, showed me pics, said he had 10”, was a total top, etc. I kinda had a sneaky suspicion something wasn’t right so I made sure to lock away all my valuables and against my better judgement, gave him my room number direct. Normally, I’d meet somewhere neutral and make sure things are ok. Not sure why I didn’t but…”

“Oh I don’t wanna know,” he said cringing while taking a sip of his drink.

“Yeah, well, he comes in, I’m in a jock….”

“Hot,” he interrupted with a smile and a glance toward my ass.

I laughed, “Thanks, yeah, but, so, I’m in a jock, he comes in, he’s not bad looking, tall, would do the trick except as soon as the door closed, he pulls out a knife and tries to rob me.”

“Oh fuck, I think I would have shot the fucker,” he said.

“Yeah, well I don’t often carry a service weapon to booty calls!”

He laughed, “True dat. So what happened?”

“Well, I told him that everything was at the office in the safe for security, which he believed, but he said I needed to give him something extra on top of the $100.”

"I figured there was no way out of it so I had a suggestion for him," I explained.

"Which waaaaas?" he asked.

I said, “Look, what I have right now is the $100, but let me get dressed and lets go downstairs and I can use the ATM and get you another $100, ok?”

The asshole demanded $200 more and really, he had me dead to rights.

Anyway, I got dressed while he nervously said to hurry it up.

With my shoes on, I started to walk toward the door, and for some dangerously stupid reason I had an idea.

“Oh god, what did you do?” he cringed again as he took a sip.

I said as we walked up to the door and opening it, “after you” and when he was through the door I slammed it shut.

“Oh man! Well played!” He roared with laughter. “But what did the guy do next?”

“Thankfully, he left very quickly and didn’t make a scene, and just as fortunately, it was my last night in town so I wasn’t worried about running into him again the next day, but yeah, my first and last time with rentboys in this city.”

He and I had a good laugh about this and he teased me occasionally as we enjoyed our drinks.

I wouldn’t normally sit in the hotel bar for this long but the company was really good and it was a nice break from the mundane usual.

As the bartender brought the bill around last call, my new friends asks, “What are you doing for the weekend?”

He was sad to learn that I had a couple of little gallery and café excursions to do but I’d be around and after my day of exploring, I head to the terrace bar for a cold drink to find him sitting in the shade watching the river go by.

“Can I join you?” I asked as I approached his table.

His smile was all the acceptance I needed and I grabbed a round of cold beer and shared the tales from the day.

“You know, after you told me that story about getting jacked in the hotel room, I swear I will be a good boy for the rest of my career,” he laughed.

I drank some beer and said something like, “Yeah, I really should limit my choices in hotel strangers to guys like you eh?”

He teased me again, “So basically trade the guy with a knife for a guy with a gun?”

“Smartass,” I laughed, and he replied, “No wait, I have a knife too.”

At this point, the banter, much like last night was a total turn-on so I suggested that we get out of here and head to my room to continue the evening.

“Why don’t we say 10 o’clock, come up to my room?” I suggested.

Giving him my room number, I took advantage of the two hours to get ready, ordered some whiskey for the room and got out all the necessities (lube, poppers and a jock strap).

Promptly at 10pm (as would be expected from the Secret Service) I opened the door and there he was in all his cuteness.

He had changed out of his plaid shirt and into a nice fitted T-shirt and sexy hugging jeans. In his “work” clothes they weren’t visible but in the T-shirt you could see the ink he had on the tops of his arms and it was sexy on him.

He had a shy innocent look to him, very good looking, great hair line and being in the secret service, obviously fitness was important because he looked to be in great shape.

“Drink?” I asked.

I poured us both a generous whiskey and we moved to the sofa in the lounge area of my room.

One thing about this hotel I always loved was the padded bay window of sorts that jutted out at the end of the living room overlooking the lagoon.

As I would find out, not only a good place to relax and watch Africa float by but a great place to be bent over taking the raw dick of a secret service agent.

We drank and talked, and within a while both became a little touchy and handsy.

When I would say something funny or cute, he’d touch my thigh and I’d pat his shoulder, basically anything to touch each other.

A few more of these later, our touches and pats became more lingering and we eventually shared our first whiskey tasting kiss.

We made out for a long time on the couch.

I had been rubbing the crotch of his jeans while he played with my ass and as I broke away from his embrace, I dropped to the floor and got to work undoing his sexy jeans.

Pulling his belt through the loops and tossing it aside, I undid his jeans and pulled out a nice 8” cock.

He leaned his head back and moaned as I sucked and licked his dick.

By the time I relented and he suggested we move to the bedroom, we had probably been making out for an hour which was such a turn on.

Nothing rushed about this session and as he helped me up and we moved to the bedroom we both tugged at our remaining clothes.

By the time we were at the bed I was in nothing more than the jock strap I had worn and he was butt naked.

He turned me around and gently laid me down on the bed crawling between my legs which I wrapped around his waist.

“You come prepared” he said glancing over the bottle of poppers and lube on the nightstand.

I just laughed a little in response as I rode my hands across his shoulders and squeezed his arms.

“I like the ink on you,” as I traced some of the patterns, “It’s well done.”

“You have any ink?” he asked in response.

“You didn’t see the ‘insert cock here’ with the arrow pointing down to my ass when we walked in here?”

He laughed and kissed me, “Nope, missed that, you’ll have to show me.”

We rolled around and kissed on the bed for a long time hardly every loosening our embrace of each other.

He rolled me onto my back and sat up with his arms above my shoulders.

Doing a little pec flex, left, right, left right, he smirked and I smiled

“Show-off” I said.

“All for you man, all for you,” as he kissed me and then slowly traced a path down my chin, onto my chest, down my belly and to the fabric of the jock strap.

While he ran his tongue over my cock, he slowly moved his hands around my hamstrings just above my knees and raised my legs up toward my chest.

After 2 hours of making out, I couldn’t have been more ready for dick but one thing about this stud and perhaps that’s why he was a good secret service agent, he was not in a rush.

My legs up in the air, he moved down to my ass with his tongue and starting to lick my hole.

Every timed he breathed on the spit moistened hole, I quivered a little which he noticed.

He would tongue me and then pull back to blow on the wet and I would quiver.

“I love that when you shake man, so hot” he said as he went back in with his tongue.

I reached over for the poppers and lube and threw the lube down toward him.

Cracking open the poppers, I took a few big snorts while he smeared lube on and in my hole with his fingers.

With one arm resting beside my body, he positioned himself so the head of his cock was just there, just barely touching my hole and again I quivered.

“Do that again, make you hole open and close.”

I did as he commanded and he moaned how hot that was and then he pushed against my hole much harder than before and fell on top of me.

The motion of him falling down and his cock going into me was complete surrender on my part but not that he needed to be slow, he had prepped me good and by the time his mouth met mine for a kiss, he was balls deep in my ass.

I poppered up another time and wrapped my legs around his waist as he fucked my ass and moaned while kissing me.

We moved around the bed into different positions, doggy, me straddling him, from behind while lying down but the hottest was in the bay window of the bedroom which like the living room one was padded and had curtains on the side so the neighbouring rooms couldn’t see in.

I’m sure if the lighting was right you’d be able to see into the window from the lagoon but we had only the ambient blue light on under the writing desk so we weren’t worried.

With my hands against the window at one point I wondered what would happen if the glass broke as he fucked me from behind, but that position didn’t last long and for the next little while I was either on my back with him at the edge of the window padding, or we were both on the window ledge, me on my back or straddling him. Whatever position we were in, we definitely got our money’s worth out of that window.

Back on the bed, I confess I was getting fucked sore and wasn’t sure how much more I could take and maybe I winced or made a face but he was astute enough to notice and pulled out.

“I wanna cum on your face, can I?”

I just opened my mouth in reply and he straddled my chest as close up to my head as he could and jerked his cock toward my open mouth.

With a big grunt and his body tightening up he jacked a nice big load of cum all over my face mostly into my open mouth.

I lapped up all that I could and he rolled over collapsing beside me panting.

After returning from the bathroom with a towel for my cummy face, he was already back in the living room scrounging for his clothes.

“You can sleep here if you want,” as I tossed him his briefs.

He smiled, walked over to me, put his hand on my ass and kissed me.

“I’d enjoy that but I better be good. If something comes up and I’m not in my room, I’d have to explain myself , you know?”

I totally understood his position and with one last hug, a squeeze of my ass and a long lingering kiss we said goodnight.

He cracked open the door and leaned out to see if there was anyone out there.

“Coast is clear” he said and off he went.

Fortunately, we had a repeat session the next night after I got back from a little touristing in the city and caught up with over a beer on the terrace overlooking the lagoon.

The second night was as sensual as the first and we fucked for as long if not longer and like the previous night, with a lingering kiss, he said his goodnights and off he went.

He was due to leave the Monday after the weekend and I had something on Sunday so we never managed a third tryst but we exchanged details and we keep in touch hoping that our deployments will line up again soon.