Chapter 4
Jack
The sixteen weeks at the academy flew by.
I did exceeding well in the book work part of the training.
I was able to hold my own in the physical challenges.
After the rocky beginning, my fellow cadets rallied around me and I was like a mascot for them.
I was just pleased that there were no more bumps in the road.
As soon as I graduated the academy, I was entered into another training. Now I was training for cybercrime enforcement. For some reason, I was singled out to combat human trafficking and predators stalking gullible teens. More to my surprise, agent Morro was my direct supervisor and main trainer.
Three weeks into the Cyber training, I celebrated my twentieth birthday. To my great surprise, at the end of the shift, Agent Morro pulled out a chocolate cake with twenty candles on it already lit. “Happy birthday Jack,” She purred.
I was thrilled that it was her that did this for me. When she kissed me on the cheek after singing Happy Birthday, I almost creamed in my pants. It has been 16 weeks since I had any sort of sex.
When I called my stepmom that evening to talk to her, I found that the number had been disconnected. I was really worried and went to talk to Agent Morro when I couldn’t get through.
Agent Morro had me sit down in the privacy of her room. First, she told me that when she had called my stepmom Miranda to let her know that I was enrolled in the FBI academy, Miranda had told her that she would inform my dad but she was leaving him because he was a cheating skunk.
Then she came over and sat next to me on the bed. “I had an upsetting notification today,” she told me softly. “I thought I would wait till tomorrow to tell you because I did not want it to be a birthday memory for you,” she added.
“You father’s tanker truck was involved in a rollover accident yesterday. The tanker burst into massive flames…Your father was incinerated,” she told me.
The shock hit me instantly like a ton of bricks.
I have never been really close to my father.
He wasn’t my buddy. But I did look up to him.
I respected how hard he worked to give me a home and the sacrifices to provide me with things that I wanted.
My first bike when I was 13 years old. My first car, a Classic 1967 Gold Dodge Dart GT, on my 18th birthday.
Before I knew it, I was ugly sobbing and Agent Morro held me in her arms and rocked me gently. “They put you father’s cremated remains in an Urn and have shipped it to you. You should receive it in a couple of days,” she told me quietly.
I don’t know how long I cried against her chest. But when I lifted my head, I saw that my tears had saturated her sleep shirt and I could clearly see her magnificent breasts through the thin wet fabric. They were the most stunning tits I had ever seen.
“This will be our private secret,” Agent Morro told me when I jumped up to leave her room. “Angelica, my name is Angelica,” she told me softly.
I felt somewhat relieved when I returned to my room. Having Dad’s Urn close will feel good for me. It was not something I had much of over the years since my dad was a long-haul driver.
Now that I am in my professional training, I have my own room now. Most of the guys had two men to each room. Since I am so much younger than the rest of the trainees, I got my own room.
Once I was back in my room, my cock was hard as a brick as I remember Angelica’s tear soaked tits.
I could clearly see them in my mind’s eye as I dropped my jeans to masturbate.
With her tits in mind, I blew a monumental load of jizz all over my belly.
Gawd, I’d love to spew a load like this all over those glorious tits!