On the Edge

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    Alexander Weyregg is sent to Zurich for a special assignment, one particularly suited to a gay agent. Young, virile, well educated and charming - one of the new breed of agents - Alexander will need all of his talents to complete his mission and, maybe... to survive.

    Zurich, Switzerland – November 2003

    I felt the hand gently shaking me from my slumber. "Herr Weyregg," whispered the attendant, "we're landing. Please move your seat to the upright position and fasten your seat belt."

    Buckling my belt, I flexed my muscles, yawned, and tried to clear my mind. Out of the window, I could see the cold, white Alpine landscape rushing up to meet the descending aircraft. Zurich was in the distance, lost in the lightly falling snow and wispy fog of November. "Switzerland... a dream". I thought about my assignment and the club where I was suppose to intercept my target, Francis Rothwell . US.

    "Herr Schlossburg welcomes you back to the club, Herr Weyregg. Thank you for your patronage. He offers you a complimentary bottle of your favourite champagne : a Roederer Cristal." Then I slightly turned my head to listen to the club's assistant concierge whisper in my ear. "Will you be needing any club services this evening, a room or escort?" My voice turned icier : "Please thank Herr Schlossburg and give him my compliments," I whispered back, "but I will not be needing any services this evening." The assistant nodded and retreated quietly. I returned my attention to the conversation about the EU currency ; God knows how the topic easily derailed to Persian coins of the Abbassyd aeon.

    I was at The "Kaiser Rudolph", a very exclusive, selective and private men's club, whose clients wanted discreet companionship with other members or with men escorts provided by the club. The club was located on a street near the highly fashionable Bahnhofstrasse of Zurich in a four-story building, formerly the urban residence of a wealthy Swiss merchant. Inside, the rooms were large with high ceilings and appointed with elegant, understated furnishings. I continued to listen, smiling, approving, with an eye on the entrance to the room, waiting for my target. TARGET. I turned to allow the waiter to pour more champagne and saw him enter the room.

    My God ! My God, no, not this ! For he was indeed striking. His pictures didn't do him justice. There may be some pleasure to this assignment after all, I thought. He was tall with a strong, husky build, easily filling out his tan dress slacks, dark turtleneck sweater and blue sports coat. His confident movement reminded me that he also was a man who was unafraid, who new how to face danger. He casually looked about the room and strolled confidently towards the bar.
    I placed my glass on the waiter's tray and walked nonchalantly towards him. We arrived at the bar moments apart. I ordered a drink without noticing him. He looked, checking me out before ordering his own drink. He looked again.
    "...Good evening," I said in an English accent, as I turned and slightly smiled. "Did I detect an American flavour in your German as you ordered a drink ?"
    "Good evening." He didn't smile back. "Yes, I plead guilty. I'm a Yank, as you chaps say."
    I could tell he was in good shape, very good shape. He was a few years older than I and the same height - about 6'2" - but muscular, thick with bulk and strength. With my leaner, trimmer build, if it came to a physical fight, I could only hope I was faster and more agile.
    "Well, your German is very good." I continued to smile, now a bit ironical. His jaw was square, his face was all planes and angles with one scar, and a sharply defined patrician nose, one which had been broke in the past. His complexion was darker than mine, his hair was truly black. It was his eyes, however, that caught my attention, that window on the soul. Dark, lifeless black eyes, ringed with dark lashes.
    "Thank you. I'm a little rusty, but it's coming back to me." With his commanding presence, it was easy to remember he was dangerous, a man who would probably kill quickly, and without any remorse.
    "I studied German in college and spent a year at the University of Heidelberg," I said. "By the way, my name is Brian." ("Alexander" was gone now.)
    "Good to meet you, Brian. My name is Francis." I extended my hand and we shook. His grip was strong and firm, the type of grip that takes the measure of the person on the other end.
    "Nice club. Is this your first time here?" he asked, as we collected our drinks.
    "No. I try to visit each time I'm in city, but I don't always have the time. I do enjoy it, nice spot to relax, friendly chums, no pressure, nothing sticky about it."
    He sipped his drink, closely looking at me, more interested in what he saw than in what he heard. He nodded, casually shifting his large frame against the bar and looked around. "Yes, it's very nice. First time for me. Didn't even know it existed until a few days ago. Heard about it from a friend."


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    «Ah, so are you here for the International Fair or on holiday?»
    «I'm here on business, seeing what opportunities might be available for our company. I'm in computer services.» Yes, I thought, one of their best software engineers, especially for encrypting code. And one of their most dangerous, also. Damn you, stud...
    «Ah, computers and software. Not really in my line, I'm afraid. Well, to be honest I wouldn't spread it around, at least not this week.» I hushed my voice and slightly leaned towards him, his face registering the question in his mind.
    «I'm afraid you have me.» He finally smiled a little, as his eyes glanced from side to side. «Why shouldn't I mention it?»
    «The books!» I whispered, with a twinkle in my eye. «Zurich is teaming with books, book dealers and buyers, journalist and writers, agents and publishers. This week is the Zurich Book Fair, the largest book fair in the world and the oldest in Europe, dating from the Middle Ages. The city is thick with bibliophiles. I'm one myself, actually.» I raised an eyebrow in feigned warning.
    «Ah, I see. And they - you - don't like computers and what their doing to books, right?» He whispered back, as we both smiled, enjoying this little game of foreplay.
    «Well, actually they - I - do like computers,» I said in a return whisper. «A few years ago they added 'electronic books' and multimedia to the Fair. But it's a love-hate relationship.»
    «So, I might be in danger from the bibliophiles, from you?» He was obviously enjoying himself, amused that anyone would even think he would be afraid of some bibliophiles.
    «Well, maybe,» I smiled warmly, glancing rapidly at his crotch. Huge. «But not because you're into computers.» He titled his head back and chuckled, his body loose and relaxed.
    «You might want some protection,» I continued, «being an American in computers and all.»
    «And do you know of anyone who might protect me?» He asked, finally smiling warmly.
    «Well, I might actually help you.» He practically chortled.
    «Well, I've had bodyguards before, but not a bibliophile or one so handsomely bound.» He looked at me with that unmistakable sexual undertone, his posture aggressive.
    Goodness, that was it...
    «You never know what you can find between the handsome covers of a book,» I answered in a submissive tone. He nodded and looked me over again, as he sipped his drink.
    «You could read to me each night,» he suggested.
    «Well, I hope you like historical writings and history.» I remarked, knowing the answer.
    «They're okay. But my tastes tend towards the darker side.» His look drove home the point.
    «I studied European literature and history at University,» I volunteered, as an affectionate smile grew on my face. «I find it, and especially the Renaissance period, incredible, amazing... Renaissance ! All the Greek and Roman mores and habits returning... Not to mention the sculpture !»
    «Yes,» he interrupted, «... that one is sensual and erotic.» He paused, staring at me, his mind sorting the possibilities.
    «Yes,» I slowly continued, «and the French 18th century literature ! From Voltaire to Bretonne... some Bretonne's texts of them might take you on sensuous journeys, to places you didn't even know existed. And trust me, sometimes, they can be very primal and erotic.» I submissively looked at him, my eyes saying much more than my words, eyes that were like soft caresses, stroking his macho desire.
    «Maybe they can be» he answered, gulping his drink. He'd made up his mind.
    «My room is a few blocks from here,» I said.
    He didn't answer immediately, but stared at me and in a low whisper said, «I'm a top. And I like my sex on a rougher side. Any problems with that?»
    I paused. «No. None at all. I'm a bottom and like it hard and a little dirty.» Christ, I thought, this guy is a dangerous killer. What am I getting myself into ! Alex, Ralexx...
    «Good. Let's go back to my suite and see what we find when we open the cover of your book.»
    Nothing more was said between us, as we walked toward the door. Herr Schlossburg met us to say goodnight. If he was surprised by the choice of my companion, he didn't show it. As if I would care...


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    The Hotel Suite

    He placed his large hand on the door handle, smoothly turning it, and we stepped inside. The city lights filtered through the thin window curtains, bathing the room in soft light and shadows.
    He grabbed me, pulling me into his strong embrace and kissing me hard, rubbing his hands over me and through my dark, curly hair, holding my head in between his large hands, as he kissed me deeply, assaulting my mouth. I tried to return his kiss, but he stopped me, pulling away and slowly shaking his head.
    "Don't. Just surrender." It was a command, not a request. My pulse quickened, as his strength and power enveloped me. He grasped me again, holding me tight, kissing me hard, his lips full and impatient, his hands
    pulling our clothes off, until I was nude in his naked embrace. I could feel his cock and nuts pressing against me, growing and straining.
    In the black and white shadows, I could see his hulking, muscular physique. Rubbing his hands over my smooth skin, he bowed his head and growled, "My God, but you feel good."

    His hands were large and strong. His fingers gripped my skin, squeezing my muscles. He brushed his fingers across my face and holding my chin in one hand, he licked his tongue in the air, then across my face, only to gorge his lips on my mouth and fiercely probe with his tongue.
    He was insatiably, sucking the breath from me, almost mauling me with the hold of his strong arms. He licked my neck, then my broad shoulders, biting my muscles, then my chest, sucking and biting my hard nipples with his lips and then his teeth. The sensations pierced me like jolts of fire; I became inflamed with his hold on me. He was galvanising me.
    He traced his tongue down my love path, thick with soft, dark hair, until he gorged himself on my pubic pelt, licking and slurping his juicy tongue over my hairs, biting and pulling on them. Aggressively, he nibbled on the base of my hard cock, licking and gnawing around its thick trunk, until his tongue slid down and rolled over my balls, swaying in my smooth sack.
    Grabbing my thighs and buttock with his hands, he gorged himself on my ripe eggs, slurping and sucking around them, bathing them in the juice of his hot mouth. I moaned, breathed deeply and sighed, tilting my head back, then looking down as he feasted on my testicles, swallowing them in his mouth and pulling my sack down tight, until they slurped out. His presence was overpowering.

    My cock stuck straight out, 9' long, thick, its skin supple and smooth, the colour of sweet milk chocolate, tapering to a dark crested crown wrapped in a smooth jacket of skin. My juice oozed from my slit, forming droplets and sliding down a silky thread of glistening precum. He looked up, my thick shaft projecting over his face, my balls hanging next to his mouth.
    "Fuck! It's gorgeous. Fucking gorgeous." He groaned, as he closed his eyes and opened his mouth. He gently
    folded his tongue around my cockhead, rubbing it sensuously back and forth on its underside. I gasped and moaned, leaning my head against the wall, as my precum pulsated into his mouth. Soon his tender caresses become more forceful, until he was practically gnawing on my cockhead, sucking hard, clamping his lips around it, rubbing his teeth over it, and stretching my foreskin.
    He went down hard on my shaft, sucking my full erection into his mouth, engulfing all of it, slurping his tongue around it, sucking deeply as he popped his mouth off, letting my swollen and raw penis bounce in front of him.
    He gasped and growled again in a deep voice, gorging himself on my cock again, tasting its salt and smelling my scent. Pulling on my balls with his meaty hand, he snorted and pumped his mouth up and down my shaft, hard and quick. With each suck, he coated it with warm liquid, pumping and lubricating. The exquisite agony enveloped me. I floated in salacious rapture.


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    I felt my thick rod swelling in his mouth, my fat eggs contracting against my groin, and my body coiling tighter and tighter, the pressure building within me.
    "Aaaah . . . aaah!" I cried, as I suddenly jerked, then jerked again, my body shuddering in ecstasy, my seed throbbing in thundering waves, like a vast artesian geyser bursting from deep within me and showering its liquid. I shuddered uncontrollably, my hips thrusting into him, my whole body gasping. He sucked harder, deeper, igniting every nerve in a raging release.
    Slowly, my shuddering subsided and I sighed deeply. He looked up at me, cum dripping from his open mouth, as his tongue licked his sticky lips and he swallowed slowly.
    He stood up, holding me in his arms, rubbing my back less harshly. I slumped in his embrace, consumed in a weightless bliss.
    "You're a good suck," he said in a rough, deep voice. "Your jism was like syrup, going down thick and warm." I tried to answer, but only moaned.
    He snorted, triumphant in his conquest of me, as he rubbed his hands through my hair and passionately, deeply kissed me. When he released his kiss, he picked me up in his strong arms and carried me limp to the bed. He laid me down and bent over me.

    Then I saw it - a huge, 10-11' cut, thick and long, sticking straight out from his black, thick bush. Precum oozed from it, dripping from his tip onto my chest. His balls were giant eggs, swaying low in a leathery smooth sack.
    In a smooth and strong motion, he flipped me over and pulled me into a kneel at the edge of the bed. Pulling my ass tight against his groin, the length of his stiff dick rubbed up and down the crack of my ass. His hands pressed my checks around his beast cock, as he thrusted back and forth. He groaned and squirmed his hips.

    As his precum oozed out of his swollen tip, he rubbed it between my cheeks, rough and hard. He milked his juice, until my crack and anus were drenched. He cupped my cheeks with his hands, running his thumbs along and into my wet crack, dripping saliva and massaging it with the precum into my ripe opening. He groaned with pleasure and pressed his two thumbs against it, forcing his way inside, pulling against my hole, opening it wider.
    The ecstasy from his touch and the pain were almost intolerable. I breathed deeply and tried to relax, knowing that at any moment his monster dick would assault me, ripping my ass apart.
    He hoisted his enormous ramming tool in his hand, rubbing it up and down my slippery crack, gasping from the sensation. He pressed against my opening, pushing his swollen helmet tighter against my sweet, rosy gap. I relaxed and as my gateway expanded, his tip pushed in. Oh, Christ, it was big. I gritted my teeth, my muscles tightened, trying to force it out. But he pushed on, deeper and deeper into me, impaling me on a glorious spike of pleasure.
    I was in ecstasy, immobilised by the incredible rapture. Clinching my cheeks, he pumped my bowels with smooth, gliding thrusts. And with each thrust, his balls slapped against me and his sweaty mound matted against my cheeks. Forcefully, he plowed me with a steady, surging rhythm.

    Oh, God, I couldn't get enough of his massive cock. I opened completely to him, moaning, as I felt his enormous instrument stuffing me with each thrust, feeling his full size fill my bowels, deeper and deeper.
    He leaned over, reaching under me, fingering my nipples, twisting and squeezing them as his cock dredged more deeply. He grabbed my swollen cock and pumped hard. The ecstasy was overpowering as my balls exploded and my cock discharged its cream in long columns of milky jism.
    Oh, God, I thought, as my essence flowed from me in waves of pleasure, what sweet suffering. It cannot be this good. I remembered what the poet had said: "Unfold your shaft and slip into my sheath of sweetness and be lost in me."
    He moaned in agony as the fire rose up in him, a huge force frothing from every part of him, until he couldn't resist it anymore. He hesitate, then groaned and cried out, as his body overwhelmed him in elation, waves of pleasure shooting from him, his thick, fiery fluid gushing into me as his body quaked with each burst. Harder and harder he pumped, his jism beating from him, filling my bowels. Slowly, his quaking subsided, his body coiling up, until he fell on me, crushing both of us on the bed.
    All through the night, he quenched his lust, taking me at will, in the bed, pushed against a wall, over a couch, on a table, until the beating of his pounding cock replaced the cadence of time.

    When I awoke, it was early morning and Francis was snuggling against me from behind, hugging me with his powerful arms and resting his face on my neck. My ass was burning, rubbed raw. He hugged me and I feared he would start again. But his kiss was light on my ear and, as I turned toward him, our lips met in a soft, passionate embrace. Such sweet tastes and sensations, both calming and exciting. We nestled together, caressing and kissing each other.


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    PS - I can write an epilogue ;)
     
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    Pheeew. Nobody liked my story. :-[ ( :p, LOL )
     
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    I liked it, Radu. The quality of your writing surpasses much of what is found in this category ;)
     
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    aussiechick63: I enjoyed it too
    Was very good reading..
     
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    Finedessert: Thanks Radu, Now I have to clean up my keyboard, the keys are sticking... :eek:

    Waiting breathlessly for the epilogue.

    Grandpa
     
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    Haha, :-*, nice, LoooooL :p :p
     
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    I don't expect it continued but boy was this a good read. Its older so i figured i'd bump it so it could get read.
     
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    I would love to see this continued
     
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