Rusty Lovers

by Lilah Nichols

  The Frank settled into the routine of his workout, stepping up onto the elliptical machine and starting it up slowly. Benny took the machine beside him and the small talk dwindled as they picked up the pace. It wasn’t often that Frank had company working out. He wasn’t used to talking as he ran, so he gave up trying.

  Even though he and Ben were both members here, their schedules hardly ever meshed. Rather Frank hit the gym in the morning before class, and Benny liked to spar in the late afternoon when the more serious athletes turned up. It still surprised Frank that his kid was into boxing.

  Frank had been happy to introduce Benny to Atlas, his hidden gem of a gym. It was exactly Ben’s style, clean and simple, and the men and occasional woman who frequented the place came to work out, not socialize. Ben had joined on the spot, much to Frank’s pleasure. He shouldn’t have been surprised when his son had made friends with the staff and gone from being a sparring partner to an aspiring fighter.

  The routine of the workout felt good and calmed his insides. Benny’s familiar presence on the elliptical beside him reminded him of all the times he had dragged his son to the YMCA as a teenager to get him out on the basketball court or into the swimming pool. Anything to get him off his phone or computer.

  Those had been good times, taking basketball seminars over the winter and spending weekends at the crowded pool at the Y. He missed those days when he and Abby had bought lunch at the snack bar and lounged by the pool while Benny swam with his friends. Remembering them now made Frank’s stomach twist again that it all seemed to be ending.

  He stepped off the equipment and blotted his face on his towel before spraying the machine and wiping it down. He smiled at Benny as the kid did the same.

  “Got time for some free weights?” Frank asked. “And then maybe the heavy bag?”

  The suggestion of pounding the heavy leather bag caused a smile to break over Ben’s face. “Sure, dad, lead the way!”

  Frank went through his usual routine. It was fairly simple, but Ben didn’t complain, taking turns running through arm curls, squats, and spotting each other on the bench press. Benny kept up a flow of conversation, talking about a new girl at work, so much so that Frank thought maybe his son had a little crush on the girl.

  “So what’s her name, this new girl who can’t seem to do anything right?” he teased. “Is she cute?”

  “Jesus, Dad. It’s not like that. Her name is Morgan, but she’s young, and she doesn’t know anything.” The younger man was smiling, even though he sounded a little irritated.

  “Maybe in time, Morgan might be of interest? If she’s cute?” Frank added. “And if she has someone older and wiser, to help her out, to get her past her nervousness.” What a crazy thought, to be suggesting his kid was older and wiser than anyone while in his mid-twenties.

  Maybe it was a rule of life, that when you found yourself in a happy couple you suddenly wanted everyone else to couple up as well. He desperately wanted to open up to Ben about Eliza, but he knew it was too soon. They needed to talk about Abby first.

  Once they had rolled some athletic tape around their knuckles and settled in at the heavy bag, Frank wrapped his arms around it, holding it in place while Benny threw some punches.

  “I’ve been thinking about the house and your mom,” Frank stated.

  Ben gave a grunt and continued pummeling the leather. Frank leaned his weight onto it more to keep it in place.

  “I’m going to check with HR at work, and see if I can pull some cash out of my retirement account to help your mom buy the house, if she really wants to keep it that bad. I think it would be better for everyone if we sold it, but we can maybe work it out this way. I’ll get my name off the mortgage, and do what I can to get her financing.”

  “Are you sure, dad?”

  “Absolutely.” Frank grinned. “But what I can’t have is her changing her mind. I’m not going to pay a penalty withdrawing that cash if she’s going to change her mind again.”

  “I know, Dad. I understand.” Benny stopped punching and held onto the over-sized leather bag while he caught his breath. “You take a turn.”

  Frank stepped back and threw a few punches, getting used to the feel of it.

  “That’s good, weight forward,” Ben encouraged. “Yes, like that!”

  Frank grew more confident, hitting harder.

  “I know mom’s life has gotten hectic since she walked out,” Ben continued. “I mean Kendrick was a bit of an ass, but it’s only since they broke up that she has gotten a little… erratic.”

  “Hey, she picked him,” Frank gave up hitting the bag and flexed his fingers, finding they were sore. “But don’t worry, I’ve made up my mind to help her with this. Anything to get the paperwork signed and settled.” His hands really ached. He had probably been dumb to pound that leather bag so hard.

  Benny nodded and checked the time. “Thanks, Dad. But I need to head out if I’m going to shower before work. Let’s do this again next week.”

  Frank clapped the kid on the shoulder and walked him out of the gym. “Sounds good, I’ll text you Monday.”

  Just a few hours later Frank cruised down Eliza’s street at a quarter of six, and turned into her driveway. As he did so, his cell beeped, and instructions flashed across his screen.

  “Pull around to the back. Park next to the garage, candidate.” As if he wasn’t on edge enough, his excitement rose another notch. He parked in the empty spot, grabbed his suitcase and hustled around to the front door. Five minutes early was still cutting it close.

  He rang the bell, and the door opened immediately. It stayed open long enough for him to step inside and then closed swiftly behind him. Her sparsely furnished foyer appeared transformed and was now brightly lit and had the look of an office to it. There was a long table at one end, and a row of chairs against the side wall. Eliza herself was there, looking very official in a dark blue uniform, complete with an official-looking cap and badge.

  She stepped in front of him and led out her hand, palm up. “Tickets, please.”

  “Oh, yes, one second,” Frank mumbled, fishing the envelope out of his breast pocket. He smiled as he placed it in her hand, wanting to grin. She looked damn sexy in a cop outfit.

  “Where are you traveling this evening, Mr. Sutherland?”

  He cleared his throat and decided to get into his role. Thoughts of her frisking him or heaven forbid, strip searching him made him remember he hadn’t cum in almost a week. “I’m headed to ‘the Villa,’ Officer.”

  “I see. And the proper title for me is Agent.” She pointed to the name sewn on the breast pocket of her uniform: “Agent Suarez”. She looked him up and down, taking in the sports coat and trousers before examining the ticket more closely. “Are you traveling alone this evening?”

  Frank nodded. “Yes, Agent. Just me.”

  “Is that your carry on bag? You packed the contents yourself?”

  Another nod. “I brought everything that was requested and yes, I packed the bag myself.” In a surreal way, he felt like he was in the difficult check-in line at an airline in the years after 9/11.

  The lovely Agent Suarez gestured to the table at the front of the room. “Place your baggage up there, sir. Anything you’d like to declare?”

  Frank felt a thread of nervousness hit the pit of his stomach. There were some pretty personal items in that bag. Hell if he knew if it was the kind of thing she’d want him to declare. The note had implied it was a domestic trip, so he decided not to mention the Emporium items.

  He smiled as he lay the old valise on the table and stepped back. “No, Ma’am. Nothing to declare.”

  “We’ll see about that!” Eliza bit out, snapping the clasps open and lifting the lid. Everything in the bag was meticulously folded and placed. Barely disturbing anything, she looked around the sides of the suitcase, and then pushed some shirts out of the way to withdraw the mini duffle.

  She gave him a knowing look and asked, “What’s in here, Mr. Sutherland?”


  Frank found himself actually feeling a little nervous at this point, and decided to confess. “That’s everything from the Emporium bag that was in my closet.”

  Silence followed that pronouncement, and Eliza swirled her hand at him, gesturing for him to continue. “So this bag contains….?”

  His cheeks felt warm, and he was almost squirming. “It’s the sex toys, ok?”

  Eliza made space in the valise and replaced the small container. “Sex toys, very interesting. Do you travel with sex toys often?”

  “Oh, hell no,” he laughed, watching “Agent Suarez” continue rifling through his bag. She reached down into the wide pocket on the inside of the lid, and nodded, satisfied. “Looks like this bag will pass the search. Wait, what’s this?” She found a small strip of beige silk protruding from the lining. One quick tug and a hidden pocket opened. A tiny Ziplock baggie full of small clear gemstones fell out.

  “Ah ha!” she crowed.

  Frank stared in horror. “Those aren’t mine! I didn’t put them in there, I swear. They must have been in the bag before I got it.”

  Eliza pulled a small flashlight from her back pocket and switched it on, shining a beam of light down into the concealed space. “I think there’s another packet in here,” she muttered. Her fingers gripped and tugged, and another tiny baggie emerged, this one filled with white powder. She held it aloft and shook it in his face. “Just what is this, mister? Do you know how bad this looks?”

  Frank was mesmerized by her. Her eyes flashed and her lips were set in a hard line. He had been hard since he stepped out of his car, but now his cock started throbbing. Somehow she was always one step ahead of him, this woman.

  “Please, Agent. You have to believe me, I don’t know anything about those packets. They aren’t mine, I swear.”

  Eliza smirked. “That’s what they all say,” she mimicked his desperate voice, “It’s not mine, I don’t know anything about it!” She was all business as she turned to squarely face him, arms crossed over her chest. “You are going to have to remove those socks, shoes and that sports coat, sir.”

  Complying immediately, Frank nodded and sat down in one of the waiting room chairs, kicking off his loafers and then rolling his paisley socks down. He folded the pair up neatly and tucked the roll into one shoe. He shrugged out of his jacket and draped it across the back of his seat. He definitely felt at a disadvantage when he stood before her again.

  “Very good,” she quipped. Her fingers closed around his elbow and turned him to face the wall. “Hands up against the wall over your head. Feet back, and spread them shoulder-width apart.” Her hands held onto parts of him and moved him into the desired position.

  Frank swallowed hard. It was so hot, standing there, feeling her hands pat him down. His lovely TSA agent took her time, stroking his hair and neck before patting their way over his broad shoulders. Frank had been imagining a scene like this for days, but the reality of it made his blood pound.

  Her hands found their way down his arms, and then over his sides, reaching around to pat him down in front. Those hands stilled for a second when they encountered his flagpole of a cock tenting his trousers, and then they gripped tightly, squeezing and teasing. “What have you got in here, my little drug mule?”

  Frank shivered, suddenly getting an uneasy feeling about where this might be heading. “I’m not a drug mule, officer, I swear it!” It was delicious, the way she maneuvered him into situations like this one, where he was practically shaking with anticipation.

  She stepped back and then gestured again. “It’s Agent! Now remove the shirt and trousers, please. It appears you might still be concealing something.

  “It’s my dick,” Frank burst out. “You can put your hands into my pockets, and feel what it’s doing.”

  Agent Suarez had a shocked look on her face. “Are you trying to manipulate me into groping you?” She took hold of his belt buckle and started unfastening it herself. She yanked it out of the belt loops as he stood there gaping. “This is a very serious matter, sir. I have to report all instances of attempted bribery.”

  Frank’s hands flew to the buttons on his shirt, and he hastily pulled it off. His pants followed. “Please, ma’am. I didn’t mean that. I will comply with whatever needs to be done.” He turned around, his white boxer briefs standing out against the golden tan of his skin as he placed his feet apart and resumed the position. He leaned heavily against the sheet rock, and gave a gasp of surprise when Suarez tapped the inside of his ankle with her toes, urging him to spread wider.

  This time Eliza ran her palms over his warm skin, gripping the firmness of his muscles and then peeking into the waistband of his boxers. There was a pause as she fumbled around for the flashlight, which she shone down into his underwear.

  “I can’t see much. And you know I am going to have to do a thorough search. Complete and thorough.”

  “Is there any other option? An x-ray or something?”

  “The other option,” the feisty transit agent replied, “Is to spend the night in a cell and have a transit official review your case in the morning.”

  Frank leaned his forehead against the wall and thought about the sexy woman who had him wrapped around her finger so tightly. He wouldn’t have it any other way. “Let’s get it over with. I am innocent, and a thorough search will prove it.”

  Chapter 14

  The wait seemed endless, and Eliza aka Agent Suarez muttered. “Well, all right then.” Frank heard a soft clink, and she stretched up behind him and snapped a cold metal cuff around his wrist, muscling it down to the small of his back. He kept grinning, lowering the other hand so she could close the other cuff. One final click and they were in place.

  She took a firm grip of his elbow and steered him over to the table and plucked his valise off it to make room. He wasn’t going to make it too easy for her.

  “Really, Agent, is this necessary? I have been completely cooperative.”

  Her touch was expert and perfectly placed, one hand on his elbow and the other between his shoulder blades, tipping him forward. He eased slowly into place and gasped when she nudged his feet together rather than apart. It wasn’t hard to guess why.

  Delicate fingers hooked into the waistband of his tighty- whities and shimmied them down over his hips. Within moments he was totally nude, and he tried to rise up and entreat her again.

  “Please, I am not a drug mule. It is just that your touch got me so aroused…”

  Her hand pressed the center of his back again. “The more you resist the search, Mr. Sutherland, the more guilty you look. Now widen your stance, and we can get through this.”

  Frank lay his head down on the table and spread his feet.

  “Wider.” She insisted, and when he was slow to comply her hand cracked against his ass cheek.

  She knew just how to take advantage of every vulnerability. Once his feet were wide enough and his balls dangled in the breeze, she reached in and caught them in a steady grip. She examined them closely, her grip easing. “Fortunately, all the pubic hair in the region has been removed, this experience may cause some slight discomfort, however, the exposed skin simplifies the search. It will be completed more quickly and easily.”

  “Yes, ma’am,” came Frank’s muffled reply.

  Her hand clasped gently around his balls. “There’s an easy way and a hard way, Sir. And now that you’re in position, don’t think I won’t use these boys to keep you in line.”

  “Whatever you have to do, Suarez.”

  She squeezed slightly and pulled back, repositioning him. He closed his eyes, hoping for the feel of her hand or the flogger. Instead of a whip crack, he heard a light snap as she pulled on latex gloves. Then her fingers parted his cheeks and dribbled some lubricant down his crack.

  “Oooh, that’s cold!”

  That earned him another slap, but then Eliza swirled a finger around his pucker, warming the cold gel up, and making sure everything was slippery.

  Frank stifle
d a moan and pressed his hips back, encouraging his sexy security agent to begin the body cavity search.

  “Take a deep breath, Mr. Drug Mule, we start with the most likely cavity.”

  Frank tried to relax, but the excitement was building. Her fingers teasing their way into him, probing so intimately. It was all he could do to maintain his position while she teased in and out, eventually adding a second finger. He felt outmaneuvered, exposed and, oh, so aroused. She wiggled her fingers deeper, commenting, “I don’t seem to feel anything, do try to ease up with the clenching, It makes it difficult to complete the inspection.”

  Frank was grateful for the sturdy dining table under his chest holding him up and keeping him steady. The muscles in his arms bunched and flexed, and one minute he was holding his breath, the next he was gasping and moaning.

  At first, Eliza kept one hand on the small of his back, with just enough pressure to keep him in place, but as she teased and probed he went up on his toes, and his fabulous cock was right there in her view and within her reach. It was easy to take it in her grip and tease it with slow, sexy strokes.

  “Oh, God, Eliza,” he breathed, thrusting his hips in rhythm, wanting more, harder, faster.

  She had positioned herself off to the side, as she continued her search. Her slim fingers were very thorough, probing and scissoring inside him. The length of his cock quivered in her left hand, which teased up and down his engorged shaft. Her palm half curled around it, felt the heat of it thrusting forward, wanting her touch. She obliged for a few strokes, all business, enough to keep him on edge, but not enough to push him to orgasm.

  After several minutes, she had to admit defeat and withdraw. Playing his part as a suspected smuggler, Frank groaned in objection when ‘Agent Suarez’ pulled away from his side and peeled off the blue latex gloves. She lifted her clipboard and added a few final notations, before fishing the key from her front pocket. In moments Frank was upright and rubbing his wrists as he smiled down at her. It was hard to resist smiling back up at him, so instead she handed him a towel and pointed over to his clothing piled on the chairs.