INFAMOUS TRADE by Andrej Koymasky (C) 1998 - 2002 written the 20th of July, 1995 translated by the author English text kindly revised by Jer
USUAL DISCLAIMER
"INFAMOUS TRADE" is a gay story, with some parts containing graphic scenes of sex between males. So, if in your land, religion, family, opinion and so on this is not good for you, it will be better not to read this story. But if you really want, or because YOU don't care, or because you think you really want to read it, please be my welcomed guest.
SECOND
Saigon - April 1975
It's dead of night. Chem, armed with a small pistol, is walking along a corridor of an abandoned building. Both he and Tao Sim, a massive guy walking at his side, are wearing captain's uniforms and badges of the South-Korean Army's Tiger division. A few steps behind, three Korean soldiers carry assault rifles. Their goal is tapes with all the names of men working for the South-Vietnam secret service. The KCIA wanted them and sent two of his best men.
Chem had a hard life on the streets and in the correctional houses. He earned a living working in the stench of slaughterhouses and sewers. He had been in prison for pick pocketing. To avoid starvation he slept under bridges and smuggled drugs. He also prostituted himself and his life became better. But meanwhile, he reached his first two goals -- he raped the thirteen year old grand son of Kithan and killed Wade.
He attracted the kid offering him sex with an eleven year old virgin girl. He lured him into the cellar of an old abandoned house and here, under threat of a pistol, forced him to undress. Then he tied him spread-eagled to an old heavy bench. Then he too undressed, went on top of him and forcefully penetrated the boy, fucking him with violence and pleasure, enjoying the boy's screams, until he reached his orgasm. Then he dressed, leaving the boy there, crying and tied. He returned several time a day to the cellar to rape the boy, keeping him there for three full days, without feeding him. Finally, after throwing away all the boy's clothes, he freed him, leaving him nacked, alone and trembling in the underground cellar.
As for Wade, Chem lured the man by offering him a kid to deflower for very little money. Wade didn't recognize little Chem in the lean seventeen year old boy offering him the trade. So he fell into the trap. While he was leaving with the kid that he had procured, Chem followed them and in a narrow lane, he shot him dead with his silenced revolver. A single shot to the nape of his neck. The man collapsed without a single moan. The little kid just ran away. Chem lowered the corpse's trousers and rapidly shot three bullets into his ass hole, then pushed his pistol up there and left him there, sated.
When he tried to blackmail a powerful homosexual government Minister, he was offered the choice of going to prison or enlisting in the Army, he opted for the last solution. As a new recruit, he played the role of a young man always ready to satisfy all the requests of his superiors, mainly the sexual ones, supplying them girls or boys. His servility earned him several promotions. Then he met Kim Jong and entered the secret service. Trading with drugs smugglers and suppliers of military supplies, he started to become rich. Money couldn't console him for the loss of his parents, but it did compensate him by giving him a comfortable life after so much suffering.
And now he was going into the heart of the secret police to take those tapes -- before handing them over to the KCIA, he intended to make copies all of them. One day, they could become useful to him personally. Apparently all the occupants had deserted that maze of a building, thinking only to remove any traces of their having been there before the Vietcong arrived. The squad advanced silently and assuredly in the maze of the deserted corridors.
They reached the room where the tapes were and stopped at a gesture from Chem. Inside, three policemen in Vietnamese uniforms were filling a suitcase. Five against three, they could easily get rid of them.
"Don't leave any witness." he whispered to his companion.
Sim nodded with an amused smile. He suddenly entered with his companions and they fired point-blank -- before they could be aware of what was happening the three Vietnamese were dead. They entered and Chem ordered the three soldiers to finish filling the suitcase. It was over. It had been easy, simple.
Kevin Black, twenty five year old marine corporal, his light machine gun leveled, was entering the building of the South-Vietnamese secret police. Black, with marines Juan LaPorte and Maxey Twentyman, were escorting CIA agent Brian Show. He had to enter the computer room and collect the burning tapes with the list of all the men of the Vietnamese secret service -- they absolutely must not fall into the hands of the Vietcong. It was a list of about ten thousand South-Vietnamese citizens who worked for the government of the South and for the Americans.
Normally Black, with his two companions, were responsible for the security in the American Embassy.
Maxey, twenty three years old red neck from Georgia, was nicknamed TBF, The Big Fucker, said to Black: "If they fuck me, make sure that they send my butt back home. Don't let them bury me here. They have cocks so small that, if they get hard, you can use them like a toothpick!"
Juan didn't even want to hear about death -- he said that naming it, would put a face on it. He was a handsome young Porto Rican man from Brooklyn. He enlisted in the marines together with Black, and they did their training in California. They became close friends. Together they were sent to Vietnam where they met Maxey when they were assigned to security service. Juan was married and left behind a small child. Black met them at the swearing ceremony, shortly before leaving. Kevin had been the tops in the course, and was really proud. He even won the karate tournaments, winning against Juan who was very brave and skilled.
Black spent some good moments in the Corp before leaving for Vietnam -- he owed that to Grace, his girlfriend, who flew to see him every time she was free. They hadn't made love yet. She wanted to wait until she was married. He didn't regret this, rather he felt it was right. And she was at his side with affection and tenderness, and Kevin needed that more than sex. She, and not Kevin's parents, went to share with him the most exalting day of his life, when he became an effective marine. That day ended the eleven weeks of the training where he experienced, and got over, all the sadism that the instructors pour on the young recruits.
Black was a karate champion, he won no less than thirty two trophies facing and winning against the strongest American wrestlers. But no experience could be compared with the emotion he felt when he found himself under a scorching sun, on the parade field with his Company, and heard his name called as the best man of his platoon. He took a step forward. The band played the hymn, Black pushed back the tears, feeling a knot in his throat, and understood he was more than ever in love with Grace, who came to share his triumph. Only she understood how important that day was to him, and when the restaurant where she worked denied her the day off she asked, without a second thought she gave notice.
His mother, a mediocre actress in second-rate theaters, believed herself an undiscovered genius, and his father, an agent always busy running after business, didn't even consider making the journey. Black soon understood he had nothing to share with his family and clung to Grace. The only friend he had was Dan Robson, a bald recruiter sergeant, a real nasty piece of work, as ugly as sin. The man was aware of that, and cheerfully said that God made him ugly, then hit him in the face with a shovel for the shame. Dan had been his first karate instructor and taught him to conquer loneliness by becoming skilled at something. He transformed him from a fearful adolescent into a well disciplined wrestler and provided him with the most efficient and fearsome weapon -- an unbeatable will power.
Then Dan had been recalled to Vietnam, where he died. So Kevin decided to enlist. After finishing boot camp, Kevin had been sent together with Juan to the Marine Security Guard School. Here Marines were trained to maintain security at American Embassies and Consulates. Before leaving for Vietnam, he spent his two weeks of leave at the home that Grace shared with two friends. She gave him her room and went to sleep with one of the girls. He spent enchanted days near Grace, tender and affectionate as always.
But Vietnam changed Kevin and for sure didn't help his relationship with her. A year before, for the first time he had killed, when his squad had to force back a group of Viet terrorists who tried to sneak into the Embassy's park. To kill a young man three feet away, reading the terror in his eyes while he was falling, completely shook up Kevin. And that night he cried, giving vent to his tension -- he was not ashamed in front of his friend with whom he shared his room on the top floor of the Embassy. Juan left his bed, sat on his friend's bed and hugged him whispering to him to calm down...
And the contact between their bodies, their naked skin (they were wearing only military boxers) awakened something unexpected, unforeseen, and in a short time both were completely naked. Tightly embraced, they started kissing, and gradually began making love. In reality they didn't do any big thing. They limited contact to brushing against each other, getting more and more excited, until they both came. Kevin, after that, suddenly fell asleep.
Next morning, waking up, he suddenly recalled what he had done last night. He blushed in shame. He looked towards Juan's bed -- he was still sleeping. He thought that, if it was not too late, he had to apologize to him -- he couldn't understand what happened to him! So he got up, put his boxers back on, and sat on the edge of Juan's bed. Gently he shook him, his heart beating like mad.
After a while Juan opened his eyes, smiled and said: "Hey, friend! How are you?"
"I wanted... I wanted to apologize for past night..." Kevin stuttered, blushing.
His friend looked at him taken aback: "And what for? We both needed it. Are we or aren't we friends?"
"Do you think... we needed to give vent to our tensions?" Kevin asked with a hint of hope as he could find in that a satisfactory answer to the frenzied excitement that seized him on the previous night.
"No, friend... we needed... I needed you and you me... we needed affection and we gave it each other, and it was great, wasn't it?"
Kevin was confused. He looked at his friend and said in a whisper: "But we're not... you are married, I have a girlfriend..."
"And so what? I simply need you now and you me. We share a room and nobody has to know nothing. And I... come here... I want you again..." he said pulling off his sheet and showing him his strong erection.
Kevin looked at him almost fascinated and felt something stirring inside himself. On instinct, he lowered his hand to caress it. It was hot, soft like velvet, hard like steel. It was such an intimate, and pleasurable contact, that made Kevin feel bewildered, but pleased, ready for his friend. He let Juan pull him onto the bed, slip off his boxers, embrace him. Their hot bodies felt each other, and quivered with passion. When Juan tried to kiss him, deep in his mouth, he surrendered almost at once and rather, participated greedily and eagerly. They fondled and groped each other all over their bodies, in mutual discovery, while their arousing reached high peaks of intensity. And when, after another deep and long kiss, Juan whispered him that he wanted to be taken by Kevin and offered himself to his friend, he understood that not only he was ready to make his friend happy, but that afterwards he too wanted to feel that same emotion.
Kevin sank inside his friend's hot hole, and felt he was in paradise, especially when he saw the wide, sweet smile Juan was welcoming him inside himself. Urged by his friend, he started to move out and in with increasing pleasure, that was not purely physical. He felt that they were becoming more than friends, so much more, even if he was not yet able to give it a name. He reached an orgasm he never could have thought possible. And he felt he was filling Juan not only with his seed, but with all his soul!
Then, he offered himself to his friend, longing to feel him inside him. Juan guessed that it was Kevin's first time, so he slowly prepared him, until Kevin begged, urged, implored to be taken. When Juan's glans started to widen his untouched hole, he opened relaxing, eager to welcome all the rest of the powerful tool. And when he felt it slip inside, strong and determined, unrestrainably reaping his virginity, he let out a very low, continuous moan of intense pleasure, caressing the strong, small muscled buttocks of his friend. And when his strong friend started to dance inside him in a joyful rhythm, brushing against his prostate, and Juan started teasing his nipples and smiling to him, his spent manhood came back to life. He shut his eyes and enjoyed all those new and wonderful sensations. And at last they both reached an orgasm, the second for Kevin, with sheer joy.
Juan was not gay -- he simply, from his adolescence on, liked doing it both with girls or boys. Only with close friends, in a virile sharing of tenderness. He never did it with strangers, and even less for money, thought often, especially as a boy, he received offers in that sense. No, for Juan that was the supreme proof of friendship, the best and only way to tell the other "you are not just a plain friend, you are a real, real friend!"
But Kevin discovered that to him, it was much more than just that. He now could understand why he felt Grace more and more as a sister than as his girlfriend, why he accepted without problems nor difficulties not to have sex with her, because near her he felt tenderness, sweetness, but never excitation, arousing -- he was gay! He didn't reach at once this conclusion, but he got to it, helped by the repeated exchanges of affection and of wonderful sex with Juan. And he accepted it with serene awareness.
At the same time, they became friends with another Marine, Maxey. On Christmas day they all went to a pub together. Kevin was asking himself if he should write to Grace about everything, or to tell her by phone, or should he wait for his first leave to the States? Anyway, he wanted to be honest with her. He owed her that. But at that moment he felt he was not ready to tell her the best way. Moreover by telephone, on Christmas day... it didn't seem right to him.
At that moment Maxey started to quarrel with a man in the Army, because he told him that he had a "cock-decoy" on his T shirt. The man asked him belligerently what a cock decoy was. Maxey answered that if he didn't know, it was for sure not him the one to explain him.
The soldier, big and tall as a closet, climbed down from the tall stool and told him: "Hey, Shit-face, are you saying I'm a faggot?"
Kevin and Juan had to intervene and draw Maxey outside before the two killed each other or the MP's arrived.
When outside, Maxey started to laugh convulsively, almost hysterical, and, in a sob, said: "if he knew that really the big faggot is me!"
Kevin looked at him unbelieving: "Come on, you, TBF, a fag? Who do you want to swallow that? You always have a little Vietnamese hanging from your arm and looking at you with adoring eyes! You! Everybody knows that you are the greatest fucker among the Marines!"
Maxey laughed: "Don't you know that those flirts, only want to earn some money? After taking you to their homes, are ready even to supply you their brothers? Only the choice, old, young, big, small... and ready to do anything. Never touched a woman in all my life, friends, my word of honor!"
"You are drunk..." Juan said.
Maxey looked at him almost taken aback: "You saw how much I drank, you know that it is not true. What is it, are you annoyed having a fag friend? Do you fear I can infect you? Do you remember Manny Lee, the black marine they killed last month? That one who enlisted hiding the fact that he was only seventeen? The one who shared his room with me? For three years we were lovers, if you want to know. He was my wonderful, passionate, tender lover..." he ended almost in a sob.
"Friend, nothing changes for us. And we are really sorry that you didn't lose just a roommate. But don't tell things around so easily -- you know that it's not good, don't you?" Juan said him.
Maxey laughed again: "You two... is not 'around'. You are my only friends. Real friends. And I know that you fuck, you two -- I can hear you at night, through the wall. Happily for you it's me sleeping there, and on the other side there are the stairs. It is you two who have to be more careful..."
After that day, the three became inseparable. So inseparable that they managed to always be on duty together. And now there they were, on a mission with the CIA man.
They heard male voices and stiffened -- so, somebody was there. They couldn't make out what the voices were saying. Another Marine remained outside, in front of the door, watching the jeep to prevent it falling into the hands of deserters, who now fleeing were stealing anything that they could get their hands on. Kevin brushed his transceiver thinking to call him in for support -- A third generation Italian boy, Al Bellini was twenty two years old and strong as a bull. But then he decided it was better if he stood on watch near the jeep.
He signaled to the others and they went forward on the two sides of the corridor, hugging the walls, while Maxey protected their backs. The CIA man followed, spiritless. They reached the two sides of the glass door and saw the Korean soldiers, and the Vietnamese dead on the floor.
They burst into the room through the threshold and threw themselves behind the desks, their weapons leveled at the Koreans: "Keep still! Nobody move, weapons down on the floor!" Kevin barked.
The Koreans remained frozen. Everybody remained still, but no one put his weapon down. Kevin recognized the two Korean officers -- they often came to the Embassy, they were men of the Korean secret service. They were allies, after all. But they were collecting what they were sent to take.
"What are you doing here?" Kevin asked to the two Korean officers.
Chem, with a smile, put the pistol he had in his hand into his holster, while Sim quietly answered: "Captain Yung has been assigned here to conclude some business. Our Ambassador was worried for his safety, so we have been assigned to him as guards."
"Did you come on foot or with an Embassy car? We didn't see any car out there. Who accompanied you? How is it that nobody is waiting for you, if you really are on official mission?" Kevin asked, always keeping them in his men's sights.
Then Chem approached him and said with a smile: "I am not bound to answer. If you want information, you have to go to our Embassy."
Kevin read in that smile a deep hatred, a menace. He raised his weapon towards the officer's chest: "Stop there!" he shouted.
The Korean soldiers raised their rifles, ready to shoot. Kevin thought: "My god, here a slaughter about to happen..." and he shot a little at the side of Chem hitting one of the computers against the wall on his back. Chem, impassive, threw an order in Korean, without turning to look at his soldiers. Kevin understood that the officer guessed what was happening and that, understanding that they were out numbered, the Americans, shooting from sheltered positions and with better weapons, could easily get rid of them. The soldiers lowered their weapons.
Kevin then said: "Out of here... and without that suitcase."
"I am an officer, my rank is higher than yours. I'll take that suitcase."
"You'll not take a fucking thing. Leave with your little dogs."
"You have your life safe, friend. Don't became greedy." Juan said from behind his desk, waving his weapon.
"And no tricks, understood?" Maxey laid it on thicker from his post.
The Koreans, at Chem's sign, left without complaining. They heard their paces going down the corridor.
"We got fucking close. I got stomach's cramps..." Juan said standing up.
Kevin put his hand on his shoulder: "Calm down, friend. We are close to returning to the civilized world. Let's just take those tapes and you'll see, in a week you will be home in Brooklyn with your daughter and your woman. Let me just hear from Al if the Koreans left this bog of a place..." he said calm, slipping out his transceiver from his belt and turning towards the door.
He had just put it near his lips when he saw Show plunge into the room bypassing Juan and Maxey as if he was strongly pushed. The agent staggered and fell on his knees bending his head. On the nape of his neck and on his bulletproof vest there was blood. He lied down inert, while Maxey shouted a curse. Juan saw the blood and threw himself near Show to help him while Maxey turned, his weapon level, towards the door. It was then that Show literally exploded -- a grenade, the kind with the timer. They killed the man cutting his throat, slipped the grenade in his pocket, and pushed him inside the room.
Juan screaming was wrapped by fire, Maxey was hurled into the corridor by the blast. Kevin, who had just dodged the dead, fell on his back, saving his life. The effects of the explosion were anyway strong enough to throw his head against a desk and to lose consciousness. He didn't hear the shot that in the corridor killed Maxey. He didn't see Chem entering and seizing the suitcase.
A few moments after Chem left, Kevin opened his eyes and felt a sharp pain in his back. He was hearing an insistent buzzing in his ears and was covered with rubble, papers and glass burst out from the monitors. He felt the acrid smell of smoke and the taste of his own blood. He heard the sizzling of the fire that was still burning here and there and the screams of his agonizing friends. Completely upset and without breath, he slightly moved his arms, then his legs, his butt -- everything seemed to be in order. He struggled not to fall again unconscious, though he keep his eyes open. He was scared, a mad fear, but with his fear he felt a ferocious hatred towards Chem. Cautiously, prudently he managed to stand up, he took two steps swaying and feeling his head heavy as if it wanted roll down from his neck, he had only time to notice that the suitcase with the computer's tapes had vanished, and fainted again going limp, backwards on the lacerated, but now still, body of Juan, who had at last ceased to suffer. Kevin unconsciously pressed the knob of his transceiver that in some ways was still in his hand...
CONTINUES IN CHAPTER THIRD
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