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The Adventures of Rex VIII: - Rex and the Silver Fox Snatchers (Part Two)
Uncle Rex had one of those Mondays that just dragged like the weight of one hundred bricks tied around your waist. But he awoke Tuesday with excitement and expectation! Tonight Collin was out with Rolf and he was being trained as an undercover agent by Inspector Hardwood...trained in every way to meet the challenge of Wednesday's possible encounter with the Silver Fox Snatchers. He was putting himself completely in the inspector's very capable hands!
Little did Uncle Rex know, but Rolf was only pretending to be taking Collin out for the evening...Collin was all set to arrive home early and get his laptop with spy cam software all set to watch just inside the stairway to the old cellar. He'd see all that went on in his uncle's bedroom and also hear all the plans for the Wednesday night mission. Collin heard his uncle up early this Tuesday and just played along as if he were going out and had no idea what was afoot.
His uncle stood gawking in his wardrobe as Collin walked by his open bedroom door. Collin hungrily surveyed his fit uncle's furry, streamlined near on six foot form as he stood in just navy blue bikini style underwear and long dark OTC socks. For almost 51, his Uncle Rex was a showstopper! His uncle's back was turned away and all Collin could do was drool as he wiggled his round, tight cycler's ass in that wonderfully sexy pair of underwear.
"What to wear? What to pick?" His uncle breathed quietly.
"Hi, Uncle Rex...looking good....go that way. Great look!" Collin chided and made his uncle jump and turn on his socked toes.
"Smart ass! Good morning to you, too. I just want to look decent to visit the police inspector's office tonight.
Something...professional. Hard to pick. I'll be down for a bit of breakfast in a sec." Uncle Rex said as he spun back to his overstuffed wardrobe.
Collin smiled knowingly. He knew exactly why his uncle wanted to look "just so"...he knew!
It was not long until his uncle strode into the kitchen wearing a light blue pressed shirt and one of his navy blue tailored suit coats and matching slacks. He held one of his nicest pairs of recently polished black leather slip-on loafers in his hand as he sat down at the small table and nimbly slipped each on to his OTC navy ribbed socked feet. Collin watched keenly as he presented coffee and toast to his uncle's place at the table.
"Thanks, Collin. Now you have fun tonight and just be out as long as you want. I'll be home after my meeting with Inspector Hardwood and just enjoy a quiet night before my mission tomorrow. Ok?" Uncle Rex said as he turned to sip his coffee.
"Sure, you just rest up. I am worried....LOTS! And I am not sure the inspector knows how to handle this case and keep you safe from harm." Collin said starring intently at this uncle threw his now steamed up spectacle lenses.
"You just enjoy tonight and I know that all will go well tomorrow...provided they come looking for me in the big limo and offer me a ride. Who knows, it might be a false alarm. But I must be prepared!" Uncle Rex said thoughtfully as his combed reddish grey hair bobbed slightly as he shook his head up and down in subtle agreement with his own statement.
The pair dashed off as per normal and Collin felt anxiety creep in as his uncle departed for work at his usual tube stop and he carried alone to his destination. Rolf was waiting in the shop and looking anxious as well...both would have a strange day before them. Rolf having to pretend to take Collin out for the night and Collin sneaking home before Rex to spy on the events to come with Inspector Hardwood; it was putting great stress into both of their lives and making things very awkward.
Both said little all day and Collin could not wait to get back home and set up well before his uncle was due to arrive. And Rex...he, too was musing about what might happen tonight. It was a real undercover operation but somehow he felt like it was a date. A sex date at that!
His work seemed silly and frivolous today, Rex wanted to just be finished and get home for his meeting. His socked feet seemed to fidget inside his shoes and his hand always found his swollen crotch under his desk. His uncut cock raged inside his tight underwear and he could feel the moist pre-cum oozing out and making him all wet inside. He hoped that nobody would notice as he went about his daily work chores and hid his large trouser bulge behind files and papers as he walked from office to office when needed. He thought all would see and know....Rex had hot sex on his mind!
Collin made it home hours before his Uncle Rex. The software on his laptop would pick up the hidden spy camera in his uncle's bedroom if he were not too far off; the old cellar beneath the rear of the house was perfect...damp, dark...but just close enough! Collin changed into a comfy black jogging suit and donned very soft, rubber soled shoes so not to be heard if he needed to creep about secretly during this "special meeting", if you could call it that, with Inspector Hardwood.
Collin moved all he needed to just outside the cellar doorway by the kitchen, made sure his battery was well charged and he had snacks and drinks...it could be a long night. The old cellar door would stay shut but he could hear movement and make out voices...he'd hidden once there a few months ago just for fun and it worked a charm.
Collin's biggest concern was if his uncle's meeting took place in the living room...he prayed they'd move upstairs to the master bedroom! The thought of not knowing all that took place scared and angered Collin...he really felt that what that stupid inspector planned to do to his uncle tonight as part of his mission training session, if what he overheard was true, then the bedroom was the only real viable option.
So Collin shut the cellar door, switched on the laptop...viewed his uncle's now gloomy room on the little screen and waited. And waited!
Uncle Rex swooped into the front door at nearly 7pm...Collin heard the noise and checked his watch.
Collin could hear his uncle move from the front of the house to the kitchen, his black leather slip-ons making a distinct sound as he walked along the kitchen tiled floor. His uncle seemed to be humming some mindless tune and was busying himself preparing some sort of meal before his guest was due to show up. Collin was pleased he had such good sound quality through the old cellar door!
The sounds of meal preparation mixed with a jovial Uncle Rex made the time move along for poor Collin as he sat listening just on the other side of the old cellar door.
Inspector Davis Hardwood made his way up the front steps of Rex's terraced dwelling just before his eight PM deadline. The Inspector was a proud and fastidious man who did not like to be late...ever! His own private life remained rather dull and tonight having Rex all to himself was both a professional and private triumph! Life alone in his a meagre flat an hour north was so boring. Finding other men to play with whom he really fancied was not all that easy, especially when you looked so retro and were a bit stuffy. Plus being over 40 was another downside...well; at least he'd always thought so. Rex and this undercover mission had been a revelation and a blessing.
The weight of the old suitcase he carried seemed to make him walk a bit lopsided and he was pleased he was able to park his old car not too far down the street from Rex's abode. How did a guy like him amass so many sex toys and gadgets? He must have been collecting for 20 years or so.
The knock on the door was a welcome sound for Rex who had just finished washing up a few bits and pieces at the kitchen sink and he nearly skipped off to open the door. Collin heard the sprightly steps as he passed by the cellar door and he knew the show was about to start.
The Inspector stood in his brown tweed suit and nearly matching trilby style hat with that large suitcase by his side...Rex chuckled as he opened the front door wide. "Sorry, but you remind me of a travelling salesman of years gone by!"
Inspector Hardwood smiled....and moved inside...lugging the case along with him.
"Here Inspector, let me take this....wow.....heavy!" Rex added as he moved the case inside the front hallway as the inspector shut the front door.
"Thanks, Rex...please call me Davis. We are a team you know!" Rex smiled and motioned to the front room.
"Please come in, put your hat there by the stairs...join me for a drink." Davis Hardwood removed his hat, hung it and followed Rex to the now lit living room. Davis Hardwood could not take his eyes off his new undercover agent's tight ass as he moved along to the living room, the trousers he wore were tight and showed off Rex's rear assets perfectly!
"I take it your nephew is out...for a few hours at least!" The inspector asked as he sat on the couch.
Rex moved to the sideboard and poured two crystal glasses of sherry and walked back to the couch.
"Yes, he's out and we can prepare for our mission of tomorrow night...as we planned!" Rex said with a glint in his playful green eyes as he handed the inspector the sherry glass.
"Cheers...and to our successful training session and mission!" Davis held his glass up and agreed. "Here, here!" The two drank and then Rex relaxed into his favourite chair facing the inspector who sat close by.
"What's the plan....how do we proceed tonight?"
Rex asked coyly...internally he wanted a hot sex session and as soon as possible. Davis Hardwood was not overtly sexy in the obvious ways; he exuded a slightly mysterious quality...very noir and Sam Spade like....manly...duty bound and brooding. Rex was highly intrigued and also adored the little trimmed moustache he sported!
"Well, you see the case in the hall....the heavy one you lifted in...it's full of things I need to explore with you before tomorrow night's mission. I need you to be open to anything those thugs might throw your way, you my dear Rex, must be ready!" Rex sat upright and looked alert. "I am all yours, train me....sir!"
The inspector smirked as Rex joked but he could not help but notice how impeccable he looked.
Rex's blue tailed suit coat and matching trousers looked so perfect and the silky necktie, still neatly displayed against Rex's light blue shirt added a further stylish touch. And that wavy reddish grey hair, all combed in place over his handsome, manly face...well, Davis Hardwood was really impressed and...very aroused!
"You look perfect, Rex. I want you to wear this exact outfit tomorrow night. I know you may have worn it today, but trust me...wear it all...even the underwear, again tomorrow. I want to know what you have on right down to your lovely dark socks so that when they toss it all out the car window, I'll know it's yours!"
Davis looked serious as he said this and Rex nodded.
"I will....every item the same, whiffy or not. I promise!" Davis smiled broadly.
"Good and now we can begin. We shall work up in your bedroom. Let's move up there, pull the curtains closed...we must not be seen...and get you ready!"
Rex eagerly stood and moved to the front hall, grabbed the suitcase and stepped his way up the stairs with the inspector right behind him.
Collin heard the men mounting the stairs above his head and knew he was in luck. The little screen sprang to life as his uncle moved into the master bedroom and snapped on the bedside lamp. Now Collin could see all!
Rex dutifully put the suitcase down in the corner of the large room and moved to the windows. He carefully pulled the heavy drapes shut and spun around to face his new mentor. "Well, here we are. Did you buy all those items in your suitcase or did the police station fund your endeavours? It feels very full if I can judge by the weight."
Davis Hardwood gazed at Rex who stood by the bed and felt those delightful green eyes watching him, examining him and possibly...enjoying him.
"You are right. The case is full. And they are...my things. Ummm, purely for researching this case. Not for my....ummm...pleasures. Heavens no!"
Rex played along. He knew this collection of toys might be a bit embarrassing to such a stuffy fellow like Davis. So Rex just nodded but knew Davis was telling a white lie...and then some! Collin could just about see both men on his small screen. The spy cam was focussed on the bed as centre and Rex and the inspector were just on the edges of the frame...Collin watched greedily and with a fair amount of jealousy.
Davis began to move slowly toward Rex who was just a few steps away. He pulled himself free of his tweed suit jacket and tossed it aimlessly away; loosening his old necktie a bit as he spoke.
"Now as far as I can tell from what little I know about the previous attacks, the men are each stripped fully of their clothing. Everything! Not a stitch left after the limo drives all over central London. I am sure it's done forcibly and so you must just relax and not fight. We must let events take their natural course so that I can follow you to the hideaway using our little tracking device which I will affix to you after our session tonight. Relax Rex and let me strip you...completely!"
Collin watched and bit his lip hard. Davis was such an asshole; he hated him for using his poor Uncle Rex like this. Davis rolled up his white shirt sleeves and stood poised...ready.
Rex allowed the inspector to move aggressively upon him. He recalled that he had been told not to resist and he just went limp and allowed free access to all areas. Davis had small but meaty hands.
As Rex stood still, Davis Hardwood pulled his navy blue suit coat free and dropped it by the bed. He aggressively attacked the necktie and soon it was gone; button by button the lovely dress shirt was opened to reveal Rex's rusty ringlets of chest fur...it too was yanked and tugged and ended up on the carpet. Rex stood topless and Davis eyed his furry, muscular chest and his perky aroused man-nips and smiled.
"Fine, Rex...you are doing fine. Let them have their nasty way...let them strip you bare!"
Davis sounded almost evil to Collin who heard as well as saw thanks to the spy cam. The scene of his wonderful Uncle Rex being stripped by this overzealous has-been police inspector made Collin sick...but he also found it fucking hot!
Rex noted a joyful glint in Davis Hardwood's eyes...he knew the guy was enjoying seeing him revealed bit by fleshy bit.
"They might grab your nipples, like this and squeeze....like this!"
Davis growled as if possessed and he tweaked Rex's exposed man nipples with his strong finger tips....a real hard pinch. This made Rex yelp uncontrollably.
"Be strong Rex...be strong!" Davis said loudly as he again twisted and pinched those delicious nipples of his trainee. Rex closed his eyes as the piercing pain sang out through his skull like a high pitched soprano on speed.
Davis wasted no time, he lunged and tugged at Rex's belt and trousers...pushed Rex to the foot of the bed and shoved him flat on his back. Rex sprawled backward and watched as Davis grabbed at his black slip-on shoes and yanked them off...one and then the other. He was truly surprised at just how strong and aggressive stuffy Inspector Davis Hardwood really was...a tiger in sheep's clothing and how!
Davis tossed the shoes aside and grabbed both of Rex's size 11 feet in his hands...the navy blue ribbed socks were moist and aromatic. Davis inhaled deeply as the scent of Rex's sexy sculptured man-feet filled the room.
Rex's silky ribbed socks were tightly covering each foot and Davis noted a distinct sweat impression on each after a busy day at the office. The toes each had made a roundish smudge and Davis felt his cock stiffening to full size inside his own trousers.
The inspector grabbed Rex's right foot even tighter around the ankle and pulled it up to his face and shouted in a gruff voice. "These deviants might have all sorts of fetishes, Rex...they might lick and sniff your toes like this!"
Davis sniffed the toe of the sock and nearly fainted with delight, Rex's feet did not stink...no...each exuded a male musk. A scent of leather, work...and passion!
Collin watched on his laptop and tried desperately not jerk-off on the cellar steps...he was supposed to be keeping an eye on his dear beloved uncle tonight, not getting his rocks off! Rex laid back and played along as if nobody had ever worshipped his near famous feet before...he felt Davis was so into his role as the mentor to the undercover trainee that any mention of the truth of Rex's raging sexual appetite would be a mood killer for sure.
Davis lost in a world of his own carried on sniffing and nibbling the socked toes of Rex's right foot...Rex could feel his toes getting all wet from this zealous oral devotion. Rex's manly toe taste was sending Davis far beyond his wildest dreams of what this session tonight would be like...he tried to stay focussed on preparing his new undercover agent BUT it was DAMN HARD!
"They strip you completely...so even if they love your socks and they will...they throw them out the limo window!" Davis rasped and grabbed the sock material and yanked it away from Rex's perfect foot to reveal the tender pink flesh beneath. Rex's exposed slender toes waggled in the fresh air as Davis lapped his tongue vigorously all over the big toe. The slathering tongue work was making Rex so horny...his uncut man-rod ached to be freed from his tight underwear.
Davis grabbed the left foot and pulled the sock away and took a rather fiendish bite of Rex's juicy heel flesh. Rex howled in pain and delight.
"ohhhh....mmmmmm....that hurts and feels good!"
Davis now used his strength to yank both trousers and underwear off of Rex as he lay on his bed...he was cooperating fully and allowed the inspector this final act of the disrobing. He was now fully nude, spread eagle and aroused! Davis saw the large, uncut tool laying amidst a nest of rusty pubic ringlets. Rex watched as the inspector hungrily took in the sight of his masterpiece and made himself swell to full, luxurious length as his ample foreskin automatically pulled back allowing the purplish pink cock-knob some air.
The inspector noted the copious pre-cum oozing onto Rex's tummy from the cock-slit. "Do you always juice up so much, Rex...as a matter of clinical interest...purely."
The inspector growled as if not really interested.
"Mmmm, I do....and I will all night until I cum!" Rex answered looking Davis straight in the eyes.
"The thugs in the limo will love you....just love you!" Davis retorted in a near dream-like trance gazing at Rex's near six foot naked form on the bed. So fit, so furry...so HOT! Rex lay; rubbing his long muscular legs back and forth along the duvet cover. "What now? What might they do next? Take me to their hideout or do more in the limo?"
Davis pondered Rex's simple question and looked serious...his reverie broken momentarily.
"I do not know, Rex. These are all guesses based on what little I know about this case. I will be on your tail in my car at a safe distance and the tracker will keep me informed of your whereabouts if I lose you. Are you certain you want to do this mission tomorrow night?"
Rex answered the inspector with words and deeds.
"I am really sure...one hundred percent...see!"
Rex reared up on his large bare feet, lifting his ass up off the bed...his uncut cock raging and dripping. He used one hand, reached up between his open legs and spread his ass apart just under his pendulous ball sack. Rex's fur ringed winking pink man-hole made Davis' heart skip a beat. Rex's playful fingers rubbed his sensitive ass bud thus making the inspector ravenous for what lay ahead during tonight's mission preparation session.
"You are ready....what a trooper!" Inspector Davis Hardwood sighed aloud as he planned the next phase of the evening.
Collin nearly bust a nut as his cock ached to be stroked as he watched his uncle on the small screen. How could this be right? How could Davis truly prepare him for being taken by this crazy limo riding wackjobs? Collin felt Inspector Davis Hardwood was using his uncle and this made him so angry...but what could he do? Run upstairs and throw creepy Davis out? Uncle Rex would know he'd been spying and lying about going out with Rolf. And then Rolf would be in deep shit, too. Uncle Rex would be cross...Collin felt sure.
Davis had turned away from Uncle Rex and had knelt by the corner of Collin's small frame; he could hear rummaging sounds. He was obviously digging around inside his suitcase on the floor.
Rex resumed his spread eagled readiness on the bed as Inspector Hardwood rose up and shoved a rather long dildo towards him.
"Get up Rex. This is one of several dildos I brought to test you on. Does it scare you?" The inspector asked in a schoolteacher-like way.
Rex nodded and said in a quiet voice to play his part. "No, not really...I have not seen one just like that. What do I do?" Rex's large green eyes all awash with fake innocence blinked up a leering Davis.
"Kneel here on the bed's foot and suck the dildo's big round cock-head...they may make you suck their real cocks...have a go working this with your tongue and supple lips. Come on, don't be shy!"
Davis waved the dildo about and Rex sat up and moved forward on his knees and met the dildo head on...his mouth opened and in the big round knob slid. Davis held tight to the toy as Rex gingerly began to give the plastic toy a good and thorough blowjob. "Use your tongue, lick it. Think of what you like...do it to the toy!" The bossy inspector urged. Rex lapped at the plastic cock knob and suckled it like a real cock. He'd never sucked a dildo before...so this was new ground. Davis watched and wished he'd used his own cock for Rex's workout but some semblance of order had to remain. If Davis stripped off, he knew that he'd be less than a professional...he'd become demonic sex pig!
Rex sucked and worked the dildo in and out of his mouth until Davis shouted more instructions.
"Now do a deep throat number on it, they may force you to tomorrow night, so get ready...really take it all the way...down the gullet!" Rex felt like gagging as Davis pushed the dildo into Rex's mouth and now gaping throat...down...down. Rex nearly threw up but he held on and waited as the dildo was removed...he gasped for air.
Being a secret undercover agent in a sex case was really not that easy...Rex mused as he recovered.
Collin could just about see what was going on at the foot of his uncle's bed and plus Davis had his back to the camera and blocked much of the shot. Collin was getting very anxious and seriously considering breaking his silence and bursting in to save his uncle from any further humiliation at the hands of the fucking twerp, Inspector Shithead Hardwood!
This was almost too much for Collin to watch and he normally loved to spy on dear sexy Uncle Rex! The sweat stains on the shirt under each of the inspector's armpits were growing larger even though the temperatures outdoors was getting a bit chilly as the night wore on. Davis was giving this session his all!
Collin watched and seethed. A momentary flicker caused the small laptop screen to dim and flicker. The battery was charged...at least it was hours ago! Collin felt a shudder go through his whole body.
Davis began to lick his index finger provocatively.
"Now, Rex lay back and raise your legs up...feet up...high...facing me!"
Rex looked up at Davis from his kneeling position.
"Shouldn't I have a go sucking you; seriously...I'd love a real cock for training purposes purely!"
Davis could not help but laugh.
"You Rex are a total hottie and yes, I'd love to oblige BUT this is not a date and I must keep my head about me. If I strip off and become more active...I will really not be held responsible for my actions, we must stay focused!" Rex nodded sadly and lay back slowly onto the large bed. He then lifted his muscular, cycle-toned legs high and pulled each back with his hands so to present his wide open ass crack and delicious bare feet before a very ready Inspector Hardwood.
Davis licked his finger to further moisten it until spit was dripping from it and he knelt forward onto the mattress. He positioned himself before Rex's gapping man-crack and looked seriously at his trainee.
"This may hurt. They will most likely not use lube tomorrow but you might be lucky. I shall use spit; they will at least use saliva, I hope."
Collin, only seeing the action from around the backside of clothed Inspector Hardwood, could make out his uncle's bare feet waving just above his mentor's head as he moved in to finger fiddle that tender hole.
Davis bent low and watched closely as he positioned his finger just outside the edge of the tight pink rose bud...the furry rusty red ringlets of ass hair making the view just about as close to perfection as possible. The moist finger played along the outer edge and teased gingerly over the hole itself. Rex jiggled his feet and closed his eyes as the pleasurable finger play carried on. Davis knew ass play...he might not have had lots of hands-on experience of late BUT he was damn good, Rex mused, as he enjoyed the sensations.
"They might want to sniff your ass a bit...like this." Davis said in a nonchalant tone as he moved his finger aside and moved downward, sticking his face inside Rex's wide open ass crack. Rex sensed the moustache tickle his flesh and tried not to giggle...but it was hard. A huge grin filled his handsome face.
"Be serious, Rex. This is all for your own good. You must be prepared!" Davis said in a muffled voice from down inside Rex's ass cheeks.
The inspector nuzzled Rex's warm, sweaty man-hole. Rex had not showered or bathed since morning, he still smelled clean but fragrant...sweaty, manly...HOT! His ass scent gave Davis untold pleasure as he pushed his nostrils right into muscle ring of Rex's man-bud and breathed deeply!
At this point poor Collin's screen flickered and darkened. An outline of an empty battery flashed before his wide open eyes. His laptop needed recharging and all his cables were up in his room...he sat on the dark cellar steps and felt like weeping. Quickly, he rummaged in his jogging suit single pocket and located his mobile phone. He had no choice; he did not trust Davis Hardwood to be alone with his uncle at all. He switched the phone on and called Rolf...and prayed.
Nordic bear Rolf, sweet, stocky and feeling like a heel sat in his flat and brooded. He knew he'd betrayed his buddy Rex by letting Collin sneak back to spy on his meeting and now he felt guilty as the night moved on.
The mobile phone tone and the name "Collin" made Rolf jump...had something gone wrong?
Rolf grabbed the phone off the kitchen counter and answered. "Collin, what's up? Trouble?"
Collin whispered in a rushed way and sounded exasperated. "Rolf, I can't explain it all but...I am trapped in the cellar and poor Uncle Rex is alone with creepy Inspector Hardwood and I can't really spy anymore...things didn't work out as planned. Call my uncle's mobile and distract him. Tell him I am home and you could not convince me to go out tonight. I'll take the blame...please!" Rolf said he knew this would happen and said he'd borrow a nearby friend's car and pop over to add some support and it would take about 20 minutes but he'd also call Rex and blow Collin's cover. He also said he'd share the blame...we both care about Rex and that was his final word before he hung up. Meanwhile up in Rex's bedroom, Davis had just slid his finger deep in Rex's waiting moist hole.
Davis was rubbing it all around inside the velvet cavity and feeling all the nooks and crannies...loving every inch! Rex was laying back, feet held high and just riding that finger...then a mobile phone rang.
"That's not mine...I switched mine off!"
Davis said...pulling his finger out with a slight sucking sound. Rex stirred and rolled onto his two bare feet, he hit the carpet with a thud. "Sorry, mine...probably Collin. I'd better check." Davis quickly popped the finger, all slick with Rex's ass juices, and right into his mouth and enjoyed a burst of man taste...Davis felt his cock nearly pop out of his trousers! Rex's tall naked form strode to the discarded trousers and located the phone and sighed.
"Rolf, what's up? Is Collin ok?" Davis watched Rex's facial expression turn from concern to beet red anger.
"He's what? Here? Hidding...in this house? All evening long? What the fuck..." Rex's snapped the phone off and glared over to Davis. "I can't believe this...I am really angry!" Davis moved up off the bed.
"Listen, Rex. You have a very important task tomorrow and your nephew, if what I heard is true, is putting it all in jeopardy. He's a menace!"
Rex shook his head and did not reply. Grabbing his silky dressing gown from the rear of the door, he stormed into the upstairs hall. Davis noted Rex's still engorged man-flesh bobbing like a club beneath the silky fabric as he pulled it around himself and began to shout.
"COLLIN....get out here now! I know you're here....come out!" Davis right on Rex's heels, followed the fuming man down to the living room and waited in the dimly lit space for Collin to appear.
Sheepishly Collin moved in from the kitchen, in his jogging suit and stood before the two glaring men. Collin looked at his uncle standing naked beneath a flimsy silk robe that just about went to his kneecaps. The robe was partly open to the waist belt and Collin spied those golden rusty red chest hairs peeping through. BUT his uncle's handsome face was awash with red anger...something he hated to see.
"You....YOU...tried to trick me. Collin, WHY?" Uncle Rex blurted out stomping his bare foot on the carpet. Collin burbled some lame explanation but it came out all wrong. His golden rimmed spectacles nearly fell from his nose as tears of shame came cascading down his cheeks.
Inspector Hardwood stood silently until this moment. "Collin, do you have any idea the risk your uncle is taking tomorrow night? He needed time with me to prepare...not play hide and seek with you!"
Collin tried to reply.
"I know and I don't want him to be a hero...I want him safe. I love him!"
Uncle Rex melted a bit and his anger abated. His face softened and he moved forward and grabbed Collin in a bear hug.
"YOU...silly guy. You know Davis will keep me safe and you must trust him. And me...Collin please trust my judgement. I want to do this...for various reasons. I like the challenge. It's a great chance to be a junior James Bond!"
Uncle Rex laughed and ruffled Collin's already messy hair. The knocking on the front door surprised all. Collin could not believe Rolf could be here so quickly...had 20 minutes gone by? Collin rushed to see if it were true.
Davis Hardwood sighed.
"Rex, I am sorry. This is not helping us get you ready at all. A quiet night was promised and it's become a free for all here!" Rex spun round and tried to smooth things over. "Davis please forgive Collin. He's still only in his early 20's and is very impulsive. And I have no idea who else would be here tonight."
Rolf walking into the room now only made Rex turn red again. "I know, I know...you had no idea I'd show up. But this is my fault too and I did not want Collin to shoulder the blame entirely."
Rex begrudgingly introduced Rolf to Davis. Nordic Rolf hastily dressed in jeans and a pull-over looked sincere as Collin meekly sidled up next to him.
"OK, last chance for tonight and this mission! You, Collin...take a long walk...spend the night away. And you, bear guy Rolf...stay put. I think I can still salvage tonight and prepare Rex for his mission!"
Davis barked in an official tone glaring around at his listeners with his beady eyes flaring.
Collin looked crestfallen.
"Where do I go? My uncle needs me. Please let me stay." Uncle Rex was already on the phone. He quickly grabbed the landline extension in the front hall and phoned his nearby neighbour Hilda and soon, unknown to him as of now, a huge factor in his life.
"Hilda, sorry to phone you but I really need a place for Collin to crash tonight. I have a rather delicate situation here and need some privacy. Great, he'll be over in a jiffy!"
Uncle Rex hung up and strode back to the front room, his naked long legs striding purposefully under his robe.
"Done, you my dear nephew are to spend the night on Hilda's couch...and that is a fair punishment for all your meddling...however well intentioned. And Rolf, you...for you part in this crazy night's spy fest, must help me out by doing whatever is required of you by Inspector Hardwood to prepare me for my undercover work. Understand?"
Both Collin and Rolf stood and agreed with a solemn nod of their heads. Davis beamed at Rex.
"Goodnight Collin, sleep tight." And with a quick wink at Rex, Collin was escorted to the front door. Collin sulked and wished his battery had not given up in his laptop, now he could not even watch the events in his uncle's bedroom when he got back tomorrow. The software was useless without the battery! Collin walked slowly to Hilda's house down the street...he really felt like a flop. He'd have to be outside his uncle's bridge game tomorrow night and see if he could stop this whole thing before anyone kidnapped his uncle. This was his last hope; Collin sighed to himself and mounted the steps to Hilda's gloomy abode.
Meanwhile Davis looked at both Rex and Rolf and spoke like a schoolmaster.
"Well, Rex needs a full workout to relieve his stress and prepare him for his undercover mission of tomorrow night. I will watch and guide when needed...but mainly I shall just watch. And at the end, I shall affix the tracker to Rex's body in a discreet place. A mole nobody will ever suspect is a tracking device. But for now...Rex, Rolf...have a work out. And I guessing, bear man Rolf, won't mind a little man to man action!"
"Let's go up to the bedroom," Rex said huskily, taking the Nordic bear's chubby hand. The guys didn't seem to notice Davis as he followed them up the stairs and into the Rex's bedroom. It wasn't until later that they noticed he'd already unzipped his pants fly and pulled out his throbbing, hard cock.
Rex wasted no time stripping off Rolf's casual attire. Then he eased down on the bed with stocky naked Rolf and quickly gobbled up one of his succulent furry man-nips. He moved his mouth from one to the other, licking and sucking and nibbling until Rolf thought he'd died and gone to heaven.
And suddenly, Rex was crawling down the bear's fleshy body, wedging himself between his meaty legs and gazing straight at his now engorged cock. It was so exciting for Rolf, and the bear trembled as he felt the stud's hot breath on his flesh tool. He and Rex had been here before...but that seemed like ages ago to the Nordic bear. Rolf wanted Rex and this was a perfect opportunity to have the man he craved again! The fact Davis Hardwood lingered at the foot of the bed had little significance...this was all too wonderful and HOT to let a voyeur spook him.
"Mmmmmmm, what are you doing?" the bear whispered. "Oooohhh, I love that! It feels so good!" Rex grinned in his charming way and continued to tease the now pre-cum slippery cock of the bear with a fingertip. Lightly, Rex grazed his fingertip up and down the slick stick, gently rubbing the tight flesh wand that throbbed and puffed up before him. Rolf's cock-knob swelled like a red cherry.
Within seconds of this exquisite teasing, the bear was thrashing on the bed, wildly contorting and heaving as his body sizzled with delight. The sensations pumped through him, tossing his sexy, chunky body in all directions at once. It was a glorious torture. Davis Hardwood watched hungrily and stroked his firm cock discreetly. He knew Rex was a player and a perfect undercover agent for this secret mission.
Suddenly, Rex fucked his roving long finger deep inside the bear's eager, moist fuckhole. He rotated his finger in fast, furious circles, burrowing it deeper and deeper into the Nordic bear's steamy, flexing ass-tunnel. And Rolf squealed with manly delight and began bouncing his meaty ass up and down on the bed, fucking back at the drilling finger.
There was a wet, squishy sound as Rex now slipped a second finger between the bear's furry ass cheeks and lunged into the overheated fuck-hole. At the same time, Rex began sucking Rolf's raging hard cock deep into his mouth. Rex busily vacuumed up the bear's pre-cum between his devouring lips and steadily ploughed his two fingers in and out of the churning man-hole before him. Rolf slid in and out of consciousness. Rex was a master cocksucker...a lover from heaven!
Aaahhh, ooohhh, yessssss!" the bear howled, kicking his big legs up into the air and hammering his sweaty bare feet down on the bed. He bounced his ass up and down and his furry chest heaved as his ragged breath formed guttural gasps and throaty sighs. Rex was thoroughly enjoying this time of mission preparation and Rolf was such a good playmate to work with! At about this time, Davis knelt at the foot of the bed and faced Rex's bobbing, robe covered ass as he wiggled between the bear's thrumming legs. Rex's man-ass bobbed up and down from his squatting position and Davis admired the two large, sweaty bare feet just beneath.
He wanted to just nuzzle and chew those tasty toes, but instead, he placed his rock-hard cock back inside his trousers and prepared to work on his agent Rex some more...he had only just got warmed up before Collin's rude interruption had stopped all the action. He was ready to further prepare his undercover agent!
Swift hands prevailed and Rex's flimsy robe was lifted upward and Davis gazed at the manly naked cycler's ass once again.
Collin sat moodily in Hilda Parson's gloomy living room. To call it a living room was a stretch since it served as Hilda's home office as well. And her business, wacky as it sounded, was a spirit medium of sorts. Collin and Rex knew as a rather darkly dressed 60 something chubby MILF who pranced around conjuring up sprits and so forth. Rex told Collin she was a harmless and rather loving neighbour who he'd known for years casually and she was eccentric if not downright kooky. Little did Rex or Collin realise just how far from harmless she really was...but that's another tale!
Silas, her rather emaciated GOTH style assistant whom she employed as a general dog's body, seemed to be out tonight...and so he sat sulking and sipping some odd bark tea from a mug while Hilda sat staring at him intently from her side of the large settee. Hilda, as per usual, was dressed in a large black tent of a dress and wore far too much eye shadow. She sat sipping her tea and waited.
"So, dear Collin, why did your uncle kick you out tonight?" Hilda mused aloud.
Collin looked at her dark eyes and her long black-silver streaked hair and felt like he was sitting with a Halloween witch leftover. "My uncle did not really kick me out, he just needed some privacy. He is an adult afterall!" Collin surprised himself with his rather tart acidic remark. Hilda laughed girlishly and tossed her head back, thus her hair shook back and forth all down her back. "Adult, he is...and how! May I share a secret with you, sweet Collin? I envy you living with him...mmm...lucky nephew you are!" Hilda said almost licking her lips.
Collin always sensed she had a secret crush on his uncle. Just the way she stood staring at him as they walked by her house if she happened to be outside. She was not sharing a secret merely affirming a truth he'd long known. Collin distrusted her and found her dark, magical ways a bit scary and SO NOT 21st century. The idea of having to camp out on her settee for the night made his skin crawl, the dark candlelit environs were right out of a horror movie and this made Collin's flesh get all cold and goose bumpy. Hilda smiled and sipped her tea.
"Man or woman tonight. Your uncle swings both ways...I know!" Collin nearly spat out the horrible tasting tea. "It's none of our affair...but he has a job related date. It's not about...sex...really!"
Hilda again laughed like a school girl. "Oh, so that's what you young folks call it today....a job related date?"
Collin felt unwell and tried to be civil. "It's complicated. He's going to do some undercover police work to help solve some bizarre case involving me n my uncle's age." Hilda sat upright. Her eyes wide.
"Rex Davenport is so brave. So manly. Oh, Collin...he is a true hero of today. Oh, let the spirits keep him safe from harm as he does battle with who knows what to keep us all safe!" Collin could have laughed if he'd felt more like it but instead he just smiled politely.
"Yes, the work will be dangerous and I think he's foolish to do it....he's taking a huge risk...HUGE!" Hilda looked disapprovingly and waggled her finger at Collin. "Now, now. We must trust your uncle's instincts and know he's doing what's right...he's brave and a perfect choice for the mission. I'd love more details...tell more, please!" Collin looked sternly at the chubby medium.
"No, I think he's taking on a dangerous mission and I am NOT happy about it. No details...none!"
Hilda's eyes shined darkly but she smiled at Collin's bullish way. "There, there...no more talk about your uncle's mission. Promise.
You're my guest and I must entertain you. Let me see...I will show you my photo collection. I take candid photos from time to time...it's my little passion next to my spirit work." Collin was nearly ready to say he'd pass when he saw the edge of a photo album on the cluttered coffee table...a loose black and white print protruded out of the book...a double-take later Collin realised that it was a shot of his uncle riding by Hilda's house on his bike. She snapped a candid of Uncle Rex from her living room window. Now Collin was intrigued and a bit on edge.
"Let's see these...I see an album here on the coffee table. May I?" Collin asked innocently.
"Please do...they are my most recent candid shots...have a look...dear Collin, have a good look!"
Hilda breathed heavily as she motioned to the album with her red painted finger nailed hand.
Collin grabbed the large leather bound book, placed it on his lap and opened the cover. Hilda sat leering at him as he gaped at what he saw. "Manly form, amazing physique for his mature age and so photogenic, don't you agree?"
Hilda purred seductively as she licked her finger tip thoughtfully.
Collin gazed down at the first 5 by 7 inch b&w print mounted on the page. It was candid and shot from an upstairs window; a telescopic lens enabled a shot up the street and focussed on Uncle Rex trimming the hedges one sunny day. He was topless and had on some rather skimpy 1970's jogging shorts...light in colour and very revealing. His crotch bulged as he bent forward in the shot and his bare furry chest rippled with the work of cutting the hedge branches with long gardening shears.
"This is so creepy, I am sorry...but does Uncle Rex know you have been snapping these photos?" Collin could barely get the words out. "He'd be thrilled, Collin, dear....he's always showing off. Just look at the way he dresses and walks around, hell...struts around. I am thinking of getting him here to pose for me...I know he'd love it!"
Hilda said with great enthusiasm.
Collin flipped the page; he was struck with yet another shot of his uncle in the garden, this time sipping a cup of possibly tea from a mug. Again he was scantily clad and showing a rather buff pose.
"The whole album is candid Rex...a tribute to your manly, stud muffin uncle!"
Hilda sighed and faked a small swoon.
Collin felt woozy as well, almost drunk. The candid, almost seductively intimate shots of his uncle made him aroused...very! He'd tried to focus and not let Hilda see how smitten he was with his Uncle Rex. Having a nosy, unstable lady like her knowing his private thoughts really bothered him...LOTS!
Hilda eased forward, breathing heavily...whispering.
"Now if you were having your uncle pose, how much should he take off? Nude? Shall I have him pose nude for me...here? Can't you just see him laying nude, Ohhh...that delicious body of his all draped over this lush antique settee?"
The sound of Hilda's breathy, if not sultry voice shook Collin up and made his cock quiver as he imagined his uncle posing for her. It made him sick and yet...it turned him on. She was getting right inside his head...damn it!
"I don't think you should have him pose. He's too busy...he's very busy in fact!" Collin managed to say in a burst of babbled nonsense.
"Pity, he's so HOT! I'll wait. I will always wait for your Uncle Rex!" Hilda sighed pulling the album from Collin's sweaty fingered grasp.
"Bet you're sleepy...you'll dream of your uncle no doubt." Hilda said in daring suggestive tones. And quietly she took the album and flounced up the stairs into the darkness above; her chubby form vanishing into the mysterious gloom. Collin, with no provisions for spending the night, sat brooding in the candlelit space and lay back against the overstuffed settee. He felt Hilda was a real threat...but his only proof were a group of photos snapped of his uncle in secret. He knew she was right, Uncle Rex would be tickled pink with delight being the muse of a candid photographer.
And his mind drifted to the goings on tonight and tomorrow, all sexually charged and his uncle right in the centre...his uncle the 50 year old red headed stallion...the man everybody wanted! Collin's eyes grew heavier. He wondered fleetingly if Hilda had given him a sedative in that strange tasting tea...mmmm? Would she? His eyes were now shut and his head swam...his dreams began. He felt his body floating away...leaving the settee. He was falling deeply asleep. He felt himself reaching out for his uncle...Uncle Rex....he seemed to be saying...Uncle Rex, come here...please!
Meanwhile back in Uncle Rex's steamy bedroom things had progressed under the very able direction of Detective Hardwood. Davis Hardwood called the shots with glee and masterful intent.
"Now move up Rex and let Rolf lube up your uncut monster shaft." Rex crawled right up to Rolf and aimed his slick, revealed cockhead at his mouth. The foreskin was well pulled back and his cock-knob shown like a dark plum coloured bulb.
"Lube me," he hissed, running one hand through the bear's hair while teasing his nipples with his other hand. At the same time, he poked his prick-knob at his open lips.
The flimsy robe was now on the floor and Rex loomed up on his knees, nude and golden in the light of the bedroom lamp. Rolf was only too happy to comply. Eagerly, he opened his mouth and sucked the swollen knob between his manly full lips. He closed his eyes and moaned as the hot unsheathed knob spread his lips and he tasted Rex. He swirled his tongue over his cockhead, lathering the smooth surface with a mixture of spit and Rex's ample pre-cum which flowed heavily like it always did. "Oh, yeah," Rex whispered hoarsely, tweaking Rolf's stiff nipple and grabbing his hair with the other hand.
Suddenly, Rex jerked his hips and stabbed half of his prick into the wet, hot mouth. The bear took the invasion of Rex's fuckmeat without a problem. He gobbled up the rest of his prick, loudly sucking his cock right down to the ginger hairy root.
He drenched his prick with saliva, bathing the whole thick and long length of it. He clamped his lips tightly around the thick base of his cock and loved the way the bristly cock-bush tickled his chin and nose. And then, he began bobbing his head, dragging his lips up and down on the hot flesh-shaft.
Rex began pumping his tool in and out of Rolf's mouth, timing the rhythm of his fuck strokes to match the back and forth movement of the head and mouth. Within seconds they'd developed a perfect rhythm. "Good men, very nice form! Now Rex, tomorrow the men who take you, they may not be so co-operative. Just be forewarned!" Davis said leering hungrily at the action before him.
Rex could care less. He and Rolf had "danced" before and this meeting tonight was just what he needed to de-stress before....before who knew what tomorrow night!
In a matter of moments Rex was thrusting Rolf's bare feet high and pushing his rod deep into the bear's wet, wanting ass. Rex began pumping the wide-spread bear that lay face up and moaning like a love sick cow. Rex worked his cock feverishly in and out, bouncing on his sexy, strong toes like a skilled gymnast. Davis watched and moved in, just behind Rex's bouncing muscular ass.
"You need more preparation, too Rex...your ass needs more work as well, who knows what they will do to you tomorrow night!" Inspector Hardwood reminded in a scolding tone.
Seconds later, Davis reached between Rex's long furry legs and fondled his tight balls. Davis snickered as Rex gasped and twitched. Then, with his free hand, he skimmed his fingers along Rex's moist ass-crease until he plugged his man-hole with his fingertip. He then rammed the fingertip into the puckered hole and thrilled as Rex roared and reared his head and body, slamming his prick even more powerfully into the bear's highly receptive man-cave. The pace of the fucking intensified immediately. Bucking and groaning, Rex heaved his prick in and out of Rolf gaping hole while getting his butt reamed by the inspector's incessant drilling finger.
Davis corkscrewed the finger deeper into Rex's asshole. He loved the way he actually aided in the finger-fucking he was giving him by his wild, frantic fuck-motions as he hammered his prick into the Rolf's ass. Everybody was getting something, and Davis figured that couldn't be a bad thing.
Rex heaved and bucked, ploughing his prick into the bear's overheated cavity. Meanwhile, Rolf was obviously loving the powerful fucking of Rex's prick. The horny bear squealed and gasped as he rocked furiously beneath him. He rammed his aching hole up to meet the fierce thrusts of Rex's rock hard fuck-stick, and it was impossible for the action to get too hot and heavy for him.
Suddenly, Rex growled a husky groan and his big cock leaped inside Rolf's squeezing, slick man-hole. His strong body jerked and shuddered as the pace of his fucking instantly escalated tremendously. A second later, he dumped his hot, frothy load into the deep bear channel, and the Nordic bear felt the urgent wad of man-seed splatter into his yearning depths.
Davis pulled his finger free from Rex's vicelike ass and suckled the juices that covered the length. Both Rex and Rolf were too busy rolling playfully now on the bed to notice Davis lapping his finger like a lollipop from the sweet shop.
"Rolf, you need to cum!" Rex was saying in near breathlessness. "No, no...tonight was all about you, Secret Agent Rex. Maybe after the mission we can celebrate. And maybe, Inspector Hardwood would like to join us?"
Rolf said glancing up from the bed.
Davis jumped and pulled the finger guiltily from his mouth. "Um....me? What makes you think...me? You'd invite me to a....a...how do I say it? 3 some?" The inspector barely whispered as if in shock.
Rex smiled and sat up on his knees, his semi- erect cock now sliding gently back inside its ample foreskin sleeve. "Yes, you...we all know you would love it. Off duty and as a celebration if all goes well tomorrow...at Rolf's house over the weekend...and nephew free, promise!"
Davis smiled shyly.
"Never imagined I'd be asked to do something like that. I am really rather dull. But if you would like me to be there...I'll come." "You mean...CUM I hope!" Rolf bellowed. Davis turned beet red.
"Now we have to get the tracking devise on planted discreetly on Rex now...before we go...and I mean we. Rex needs his rest and you, Rolf...are not going to let him rest!"
Rolf looked crestfallen but then smiled brightly. Rex's fresh seed still burbled pleasantly inside his deep cavern.
"He's right...damn it! But PARTY at my house Saturday and do bring that suitcase full of tricks, Inspector Hardwood...if you please."
Collin tossed and rolled about on the settee in Madame Hilda Parson's dreary living room office space.
His sleep was far from sound, in fact, his cock raged like a beast inside his underwear as he slept and dreamt. Soft whimpers and moans pieced the air...drifting like ghosts upward...to Hilda's ears. She was awake and sitting cross legged on her big bed, the room lit by a few scented candles and her chubby body still draped in her black silky housedress. The album of Rex lay open and a candid photo of him taken thru his back garden hedges was on display.
The sneaky medium had entered a back garden behind Rex's home several summer's back and had got a few shots of delicious Rex sunbathing on a beach towel laid on the trimmed grass. His body naked apart from a sheer thong, tightly holding his precious jewels. His naked feet toward the camera almost looked pink and tasty...even in black and white.
Hilda's long index finger rubbed the photo...rubbed the crotch of Rex...back and forth...back and forth.
Downstairs Collin cried out...more whimpers, more moans. Hilda smiled and rubbed the crotch of Rex in the photo even harder! Hilda was much more than a wacky medium; she was a full blown menace...dark and dangerous!
Collin's dream was graphic and all encompassing. The misty dream world had morphed into his uncle's home....he felt himself there, floating like a spirit through the rooms. The gloomy rooms lit by some unearthly light. He felt himself searching and calling, "Uncle Rex, Uncle Rex...where are you?"
He heard noises above his head, his body floated upward...up the stairway but he made no sound...he did not even seem to be touching the steps...just moving up them.
His uncle's closed bedroom door loomed up and the voices grew louder within.
His hand, like a wisp of thick smoke, pushed the door and it silently swung open.
The master bedroom looked the same but more surreal. The bed was in the middle but a ring of chairs, like an amphitheatre circled the bed...and in each chair sat various people...men and women...all in masks. They were robes like graduates and masks like at a masquerade ball. The scene was funny and yet scary. The room was filled with smoke, candle smoke....just like Hilda's and the bed....was all made up with fine quilts and covers.
And...with a sudden flash of light....his uncle strode in from the small attached bathroom. The group of onlookers cheered and jeered him. He smiled and waved...he wore a robe of dark silky fabric tied with a belt at his waist. The dark fabric covered him from neck to foot...and his feet were bare.
His handsome uncle moved swiftly thru the crowded space and mounted the bed...sitting cross-legged and alert. His reddish grey hair combed perfectly and his handsome, rugged face clean shaven. He looked like some sort of a human sacrifice. Collin's whole body shuddered...he wanted to scream!
His mouth seemed glued shut...he wanted to warn his uncle of the danger, but his mouth made only funny, moaning sounds. He could not speak whole words...he felt powerless. He could only watch...and this was how he truly felt about his uncle's life most of the time. He could only watch, not interfere. His uncle was his own master...and Collin just his nephew.
And then, Hilda...the crazy witch or spirit guide or whatever the hell she was, she rose up from a dark corner of the bedroom. "Invited guests and cherished followers, I greet you! Tonight, Rex...will be made like us...a creature of the NIGHT. We...will inculcate him into our secret ways. Collin cried out, only a loud moaning sound came forth from his mouth. Hilda moved closer to the bed, pushing through the chairs...and Uncle Rex sat still, as if in a trance...his eyes closed...waiting.
Hilda reached forward and began to undo the gown, fastened around his uncle's waist.
"We crave his manly mature flesh!" She intoned as if speaking from a script.
She pulled and tugged and soon the gown fell and exposed much of his uncle's naked upper body.
"Behold the sculptured toned body, the gentle fur...the pert nipples!" Hilda sighed and used her fingernails and tweaked his uncle's left nipple with force. He did not budge. Hilda pulled the robe free and tossed it aside.
His uncle's crossed legs shielded his cock and balls...but the onlookers cheered loudly and clapped their hands. All staring, looking like animals.
"RAVAGE HIM!" Hilda screamed.
And the seething mass of onlookers leapt from their seats and pig piled the bed, covering his uncle in one lump of writhing, undulating flesh. Hands groped, mouths bit...fingers probed. Collin moved and tried to get close, to save his beloved uncle BUT Hilda stood in his path.
"Nothing you can do, sweet Collin. He's ours now....forever!"
The room faded away into mist and Collin sat bolt upright on the settee in Hilda's downstairs front room...alone. He was awake and sweating. His head swam...he's mind a blur.
He knew he had to protect his uncle from this Silver Fox gang and...most certainly...from Hilda!
Collin stood unsteadily and moved to leave, he glanced upward toward the top of the stairs...all was quiet. The small clock on Hilda's desk registered 2:30 AM. Collin felt sure his uncle would be alone and sleeping by now. He just wanted to go home. On the toes of his shoes, he crept out and shut Hilda's front door behind himself.
He had no key, he had left so abruptly earlier but...he did have a way in. He knew the rear kitchen window at his uncle's was open slightly...and he could just about get in that way. He'd done it before and this was a pretty sure bet.
He crept down one of the terraced house rows rear garden entry points and scaled a few hedges and soon found himself behind his uncle's home. The house was dark and quiet.
Collin moved an old garden table up under the rear kitchen window, pushed the window frame wide and wiggled his way in, bit by bit until he landed with a thud on the kitchen floor. He pushed the window shut and locked it...for now. The room was dark and the whole house was at peace.
Collin carefully collected all the items from the failed spy mission, the lap top being most critical and mounted the steps to his bedroom as carefully as he could. Disturbing his uncle was NOT in the cards tonight.
He passed his uncle's room, the door ajar. He came over cold, a sudden fright, half expecting to see the circle of chairs and the horror of his dream...but the room was dark and he could make out the form of his uncle snugly bedded and snoring faintly.
All was well...for now. But Collin had much to do. And following his uncle tomorrow night was a certainty!
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