INTERNATIONAL SECRET SERVICES By Andrej Koymasky © 2010 Written on June 16, 2002 Translated by the Author English text kindly revised by Matthew Templar
USUAL DISCLAIMER
"INTERNATIONAL SECRET SERVICES" 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.
Chapter 4 - THE STROKE OF LIGHTNING AND THE ENCORE
He was nineteen years old at that time. Three times a week, he attended a gym in Kensington. Up to then Martin just did some flirting with girls, but nothing serious - he chose them above all because all his mates did so, but he wasn't really attracted to the girls physically. This didn't mean he didn't get aroused when he flirted with a girl, but anyway he didn't really care for them.
Since he was a child, he had always looked with admiration at a handsome boy, a beautiful masculine body, but, even so, he didn't feel an explicit desire towards people of his own sex. His admiration, he thought, was more on an aesthetic level - a beautiful masculine body was something agreeable to be looked at.
George was really well built. At times Martin happened to take a shower with him, at the gym and so Martin liked to admire George's strong and hairless body. George was also likeable and extroverted, so they gradually became friends and quite often, after the gym, they went together to a pub to spend some time together before George had to go back to the barracks.
The next Sunday, George invited Martin to go with him to see a musical. Martin willingly accepted. After the musical, George invited him to a pub.
They were drinking and chatting about this and that when George, under the table, leaned his hand on Martin's thigh in a light caress.
"I like you very much, Martin," he said.
The boy was suddenly conscious of the real meaning of that gesture, of those words and looked at him quite amazed. The young soldier quietly smiled at him - a warm, sweet smile that had the power to make Martin shudder.
"I like you, too, George," he answered with emotion, and thought that it really was so.
George's hand continued to caress his thigh under the table and Martin felt aroused as he never experienced before.
"There is a hotel nearby..." George whispered.
"But we are two men - wouldn't they think it's weird if..." the boy answered, hesitant.
"No, also the owner is gay, therefore..." George said.
The fact that the soldier used that term was like a revelation for Martin- "also" he is gay... therefore... I too am gay!
"Let's go, then," he whispered.
When they were in the room, Martin muttered, "For me... this is the first time. You have to teach me everything, I think."
George smiled. "That I'll do with real pleasure," he said and started to undress the boy.
Martin got more and more excited and was asking himself why he never understood that he was attracted to men. Being able to undress George and touching, for the first time, his beautiful body, was incredibly arousing to him, especially when he could lean his hands on the beautiful, turgid and shuddering genitals of the young soldier.
Also, feeling his companion's hand on his body was giving him strong, beautiful sensations he would never have thought he could experience. Naked, excited, they lay down on the bed and started too feel, search, caress, kiss each other with increasing pleasure and desire. Meanwhile, Martin was thinking with a kind of joy - I'm gay! The fact didn't disturb him at all; on the contrary. Being in the arms of the young man who he had admired for such a long time, was giving him unbelievable pleasure. And when George guided Martin, making the boy take him, Martin felt like having found his paradise.
Martin fell in love with George for helping him discover his true sexuality. But he was deeply disappointed when he discovered that the handsome soldier, on the contrary, was indifferent about their relationship and had sex with other boys also. He felt so disillusioned that he stopped going to the gym and decided to stop meeting George. But at that point he liked making love with men too much, so he started to try to find other men like him. That wasn't at all difficult, as Martin was a really attractive boy.
But soon, he was fully aware that he was looking for types like George - people with lean, well built, hairless bodies, besides some down on their forearms and legs; and the Japanese were, with few exceptions, exactly so. So, he was glad he went to Japan, even though, when it came to the boys he met, most of the time, he couldn't understand their way of thinking, of acting, of reacting. Very seldom were they direct, clear in their behavior. Or at least he still wasn't able to correctly interpret their expressions.
That was true in particular with Minoru - the boy said he could not be his boyfriend and yet was searching for him quite often to make love together. The boy had sex with him with an evident passion and pleasure, and yet went on saying he was in love with another man, who was more than twice his age. In spite of this, Minoru always said he liked Martin very much, who was just a few years older than he. Martin couldn't understand what was keeping Minoru bound to his elderly lover and was not able to decide if he could continue to hope to conquer the boy one day, or if he should make the decision to stop seeing him and look for another boyfriend.
In reality, his relationship with Minoru was ideal for his secret work, and yet inside, more or less unconsciously, Martin continued to hope he could find the "right guy". He therefore, continued to go once in a while to the Kinsmen, and at times he took home some conquests. And yet, each time, comparing them with Minoru, he felt he preferred the latter.
One evening, as he entered the Kinsmen, he at once felt attracted to a boy he'd never met before. He was sitting in front of a window and was half-embraced with a westerner. Martin thought he'd never seen such a beautiful boy - he was a Japanese of twenty or twenty-five years (he still had difficulties to evaluate Japanese people's age) and incredibly sensual. Martin wasn't able to take his eyes off the boy, and felt terribly excited and fascinated. But the boy didn't look at him; not even once - he seemed totally taken by his companion and Martin felt he was envying him as never before.
If the boy had been alone, Martin would have approached him at once, would have tried to hook up with him, but the boy was with another man, and they evidently were a couple. For some time, Martin was looking at the boy, through the mirror behind the counter, when the boy and his companion stood up and left. Martin then asked the Filipino waiter if he knew the Japanese boy that just left, but the waiter said he didn't have the faintest idea, as it was the first time he saw that boy.
Martin regretted that he had to delete that "vision" from his mind. It wasn't easy to forget the dark and bright eyes, the radiant smile, that was sweet and mischievous at once, the slender, proportionate body. He didn't even know his name, he knew nothing about him, and yet he was feeling conquered. It had been a real and strong stroke of lightning.
After he saw the boy, even Minoru seemed less attractive, less interesting to Martin. This honestly didn't mean that sex with him became less agreeable, but after seeing the new boy, he didn't care so much that Minoru was only interested in sex with him. When Minoru showed up, he was happy to meet with him, but, from then on, for Martin the goal was just to get a really pleasurable fuck. Surely Minoru, even if he didn't seem particularly fond of foreplay and cuddling, was able to take Martin, when he fucked the boy, to particularly intense pleasure levels; and then fell asleep.
Martin got used to this fact. At times, when the boy woke up, he was more than ready to be fucked again, and was able to light Martin's desire, again - he knew where and how he had to touch him to have the man take him with renewed vigor. Martin was aware that he was, in a way, used by the boy, but he didn't care, as the pleasure he got from it was always incredibly intense.
The Agency called him. They assigned him a mission presenting particularly difficult aspects. An important businessman of Tokyo, who had contacts in the political world, as well in the industrial one and also with the local mafia, and who had powerful international alliances also with communist countries, caught the interest of the Agency. They made sure that Martin carefully studied the man's house plan, the disposition of several alarm systems, the position of the safe, that was actually a strong room almost like that of a bank, and the internal TV plant with the recording of images and independent power supply.
Martin carefully studied the problem, often consulting the local experts of the Agency, and gradually put down his project to be able to access the safe, undisturbed. He calculated that, to do everything safely, he needed at least eight hours. He calculated the times with a wide margin, as he usually did, to be sure not to find himself in a tight corner. He also asked to have at least four lookouts around the villa - the villa anti-theft devices were highly sophisticated and directly connected to the nearest police station, therefore there wasn't direct surveillance inside the villa, but police patrols passed often on the bordering streets, especially when the villa was unoccupied for more than a few hours.
When he felt ready, it was just a question of waiting for the villa to be empty. The servants lived in a detached building on the other side of the wide garden of the villa, and when the master, his wife and three children were absent, the villa was shut and nobody was inside it. But this didn't happen too often. Therefore, Martin had to keep himself ready to go as soon as they signaled him that everybody was absent for a predictably long time.
He had to wait for almost four weeks, but they finally said he could go - a relative they had in Okinawa was dead so all the family went there for the funeral, therefore Martin would have much more than the eight hours he foresaw. At sunset, he went with the other men who were to be his lookouts and backing partners. The lookouts took their places and Martin waited until they gave him the OK via radio.
When he heard on his earphone that the area was free, Martin quickly climbed over the boundary wall and slipped inside the garden. He quickly neutralized the first alarm system, then, without difficulty, opened the back door and entered the villa kitchen. Taking all the precautions to be certain there weren't other alarm systems besides those he knew, he passed from room to room, getting nearer the strong room.
He didn't meet any unforeseen difficulties. From his earphone, besides the periodical signals telling him that his contact with the four external lookouts was working, he didn't get any alarm signal; therefore Martin began working quietly, with his usual coolness. When he faced the combination of the door of the strong room, it was almost midnight. He was respecting the planned schedule; he was even ahead of schedule by at least one hour.
He managed to easily find the combination and open the strong room's door. He went inside and started to systematically microfilm all the documents it contained. From his earphone he heard, at the regular rhythm, only the four reassuring notes. Everything was proceeding very smoothly, without any difficulty. Martin finished recording all the documents in a little more than one hour. He then left the strong room.
He was carefully closing its door, when he heard through his earphone, "Martin, somebody is entering the villa."
"Who?"
"I don't know... but a thief, I would say, as he climbed the external wall like you did... Be careful. What more do you have to do?"
"I've some more to do..." Martin lied on impulse, without knowing why he did it.
"Careful not to be seen... Very careful..."
"All right. Warn me if you see something else..."
"Of course."
Martin lay in wait. He would wait for the thief to take all he was interested in and then, after the thief left, and he asked his lookouts if the way was clear, he, too, would go away. He heard a faint noise in the nearby room. Hidden behind an armchair, he waited. For some time he heard the light noises betraying the presence of the thief in the other room, then he heard slide aside the door of the room where he was hiding. He caught a glimpse of a screened flashlight like the one he too used, then the dark shadow of the thief exploring the room. He couldn't see his face, but from the silhouette and the way he moved, he thought he could be quite young.
The thief was about to leave the room when, for a moment the light, directed to a mirror, was reflected on the thief's face. Martin's heart skipped a beat and he held back his breath. That face was without a doubt, the same face of the boy he had admired at the Kinsmen and who so much attracted him. He was absolutely certain of that - he could not forget such a beautiful, attractive face.
Then Martin had an absurd thought, totally crazy, entirely irrational.
He left his hiding place and, without making any noise, reached for the boy from behind and, when he was going to leave the room, Martin seized him, blocking him with a backward hold. The boy emitted a short groan and violently tried to free himself. They both fell on the floor and started a silent struggle that soon aroused Martin. He managed to quickly immobilize the boy, lying on top of him. He could barely see him, but he was sure he really was the Kinsmen's boy. They both were lightly panting.
Martin pushed down his hand and groped between the boy's legs.
The boy emitted a kind of low, astounded exclamation and in Japanese muttered, "Hey, what are you doing?"
"I want you!" Martin answered him in English, still keeping him blocked on the floor, and started to rummage in the boy's trousers.
He felt the boy gradually relaxing, as his genitals were hardening at Martin's manipulations.
The boy asked in a low voice, somewhat alarmed, but in good English, "Who are you? What do you want?"
Martin just whispered, "Shut up!" and kissed him on the mouth, pushing his tongue tip between the boy's lips.
The boy relaxed completely and started to gently suck Martin's tongue. The young man, in the meantime, continued to rummage through the boy's clothes, making him release one of the boy's hands. The boy at once lowered his hand between Martin's legs and groped him there in his turn, trying to push open his fly zipper. Martin then let free the other hand, ready to block the boy if he tried to escape him. But the boy just started on his own to rummage in Martin's clothes, going on to return his kiss.
When their mouths parted, the boy again asked, "Who are you?" but this time his voice was hot and sensual.
"I want you..." Martin repeated, increasingly excited, and started to undress the boy who was now clearly collaborating.
"You scared me... you aren't a watchman, are you?"
"Surely not."
"Are you... a thief like me?"
"Yes, but now I want you. I know you like it."
"How can you know? Do you know me?"
"No, I just can feel it. I like you," Martin whispered, and kissed him again, to keep him silent.
They gradually undressed each other. The boy was totally aroused, and started to suck Martin's nipples. The young man was shuddering, seized by more and more intense pleasure. On the soft carpet the two bodies were searching each other, embracing, brushing against each other. The boy went down to suck Martin's erect, hard and throbbing member. This one then turned around to unite in a passionate sixty-nine. They both were incredibly aroused and when Martin tried to penetrate the boy, the boy was eager to let him.
Martin started to ride the boy, who collaborated full of enthusiasm, pushing himself against Martin, kissing, caressing his whole body, terribly excited.
When the boy felt that Martin was near to coming, he quickly masturbated himself so that he could come with the man. Finally, they let themselves go, panting. Then, in silence, they started to dress. Martin's heart was still madly drumming. Just at that point he realized he did something he shouldn't have... but that he desired too much not to do.
As he feared, the boy wanted to see his face, and Martin could not avoid it.
"I liked you a lot, do you know? I want to meet you again," the boy said.
"I don't think it possible."
"What risk would you run? You are a thief like me, aren't you? We could rather start to go around to steal together... but not only to steal, of course," the boy said in a mischievous tone.
"I can't. Take what you want and go away."
"And you?"
"I'll look for what interests me, afterwards."
"I will not leave you very much," the boy said with a giggle.
"What you are interested in?"
"Art objects, rare things. And you?"
"Only in jewels," Martin lied.
"I'm not interested in them. Well... then... goodbye."
"Goodbye."
Martin looked at the boy silently slip into the next room. He remained still as he waited. He checked his watch - they made love for just a little over a quarter of an hour even though it seemed to him to have lasted for an incredibly long time. They both were really excited, but he wouldn't have thought it had been so short. He really enjoyed making love with the boy very much... He regretted he could not hook up with him again, considering the occasion in which they met.
CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 5
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