C13 Spy Games

Franco DiMaso

San Francisco, 1992

Michael’s body was gently rocking back and forth as the van moved down the streets of San Francisco. The street lights had already come on even though it wasn’t even eight yet. His flight had gotten in late, or he’d be having dinner by now in a nice little restaurant somewhere.

Or getting fucked.

Considering the throbbing bulge in his tight uniform pants