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 5 - MARTIN MORE AND MORE FOND OF FRIDAY
After about fifty minutes the voice in his earphone said that the thief left the villa. Martin gave him the "Roger, over and out." He left the villa, resetting all the alarms. After getting the "all clear" from outside, he finally climbed the garden's wall and went quickly to the car waiting for him. He gave them the microfilms.
"Didn't the thief see you?"
"Of course he didn't."
"Could you record everything?"
"Everything."
"Good," said the agent.
They left him and he, as usual, went back home utilizing two taxis. When he was back home, he recalled the wonderful adventure he had and regretted he couldn't make a date with the boy. He wanted him now, even more than before. Would he meet him again at the Kinsmen? Could he hook up with him again? Would the boy recognize him, recognize his voice? Possibly not; they just exchanged a few words, always in a whisper, and saw his face just for a second.
The day after, Martin saw in the newspapers a story written that, in the villa he visited, an important robbery of art objects took place and that "the thief left again his mark - a sticker of a red seal printed with the ideogram "kin'yoo" meaning Friday..." That was the seventh robbery, in about two years, of the mysterious Friday... and he had sex with him.
He asked Junichi, a Japanese friend in the Agency, if he would please make an informal inquiry about the previous robberies of that "Friday". He found out that the police were still totally in the dark about the case. Nobody ever saw him, he never left any trace, he always hit different places, different towns all over Japan, always in private villas of wealthy art collectors and it seemed that no alarm systems could deter him.
As the stolen objects were never seen around, they thought that they were taken abroad and ended up in the hands of unscrupulous and rich overseas collectors. The police suspected that, in reality, "Friday" was not a single thief, but an expert gang of thieves of art objects, very well organised and acting on commission.
Martin on the contrary knew he was a boy and he acted alone. So, besides his desire, there also arose in him a kind of admiration for the boy who, for two years, held in check the police and who, moreover, "signed" his robberies. He wanted to find him, to trace him, at any cost. But how could he do that? The boy probably wasn't even in Tokyo and was preparing for his next robbery in some other town. From the articles he'd read it seemed that the boy always acted without hesitating. Martin asked himself, amused, how the boy could do so.
Minoru kept turning up quite often and seemed more than interested in carrying on their relationship, even though he didn't decide to leave his aged lover for Martin.
"But you, sooner or later, will go away," the boy argued when Martin asked him to become his boyfriend.
Honestly, Martin couldn't deny that one day he would have to go away, and quite suddenly. Therefore he decided to go on meeting Minoru, sharing him with the aged, and unknown to him, Japanese lover.
In the meantime, he wasn't able to delete from his mind the beautiful thief and their only, passionate, even though short, sexual rendezvous he had with him. He never saw him again at the Kinsmen, so Martin thought he probably wasn't in Tokyo anymore. But he kept an eye on the press to see if the mysterious "Friday" did some other robberies.
Possibly it was the fact that the splendid boy was a thief that made him seem even more attractive in Martin's eyes. In fact, Martin recalled how he became a burglar.
He was twenty-one years old, and he was living in London when he met Darren. This one was a really handsome young man, twenty-eight years old, and they met on a summer afternoon on the banks of the Thames. Darren was wearing only a bathing suit and was sun-tanning. He had a beautiful body, lean and hairless as Martin liked, so, profiting from the fact that the guy was lying with his eyes closed, Martin was safely admiring him and was amused to let himself explore erotic fantasies.
But suddenly Darren opened his eyes and their eyes me. Martin quickly looked away, somewhat embarrassed.
The young man said him, "You've been looking at me for a while."
Martin blushed.
The other went on, with a smile, "It's good feeling admired in this way. I presume you too are gay?"
Martin blushed again. He didn't always blush so easily, but the young man caught him staring at him in a way that was too obvious, and he understood.
But he said "you too"É and those words were whirling in Martin's head like in a faint but persistent echo.
The young man sat up, turning towards him, "My name is Darren. And yours?"
"I'm Martin."
"Pleased to meet you, really. Do you already have a boyfriend?"
"What? No... no, no."
"Good. I don't either, and I think you like me, don't you?"
"Yes."
"I like you, too, therefore..." the young man said without ending the sentence, but in a tone that left absolutely no doubts about what he meant.
That unexpected and very direct approach, brightened up Martin and at the same time increased the desire and excitement that had been awakened while he was admiring the young man's beautiful body, thinking that he hadn't been noticed.
Because of his feelings, Martin, as directly as he could, asked, "Do you have a place?"
"Yes. Would you come?"
"Is it far?"
"Not too much. I have a bike. Do you have time?"
"Yes."
"Good. I don't like doing these things in a hurry, do you agree?"
Darren dressed again, took his haversack and lead Martin to the street where his bike was parked. Martin asked him what work he did, and the young man answered he was a professional man, without specifying more. They both got on the motorbike. Darren told Martin to hold on tight to him, and went off. Martin liked the feeling of having his arms around the body that just before he had admired almost naked. He could feel its warmth, and the slight trembling due to the bike's vibrations, and found it really exciting. He embraced more tightly, adhering to Darren and making him feel his erection.
"You make me have a hard-on when you do that!" Darren yelled.
"Do you regret it?"
"No, not at all. I can't wait to get home."
"Me too," Martin answered pushing himself against him even more. He felt tempted to put a hand between his legs, to feel it, but there, amidst the traffic, everybody could see it, and he didn't dare do it. Finally they took a street with rows of identical houses on both sides. Darren parked his bike and led him up a stairway to the first floor. He opened the door, they entered a corridor and at the end of the corridor, a room.
Martin looked around agape - there was a bay window with colored glass and, in the middle of it, a wide octagonal bed. All the rest of the room was filled with tall plants that made him think of a greenhouse.
"Here we are!"
"Fan-tas-tic!"
"You like?"
"You sleep here?"
"Sure," Darren said and switched on a stereo. "Let me undress you, come on!" he said, pulling Martin towards him, seizing his belt and looking at him sensually.
While undressing each other they kissed and felt the other's body and when they finally were naked, Darren pushed him onto the bed and lay on top of him. He wrapped him in his legs and arms and French kissed him. Martin returned the kiss and caressed his back and buttocks, quivering.
Darren slipped to his side, and then sat up. "I like you," he said with a pleased smile.
"I like you, too."
"But you already saw me naked; I didn't get to see you."
"But I didn't see this, yet," Martin answered caressing Darren's turgid member.
"Is it to your liking?" the other asked, making it throb between his hands.
"Yes... oh, yes!" Martin said bending down to suck it with pleasure.
Darren let him continue for some time then he made him sit up and started his turn to suck the boy. They alternated back and forth for some time until Darren got off the bed.
"Where are you going?" Martin asked him, a little surprised.
"To get my camera - I want to shoot some pictures of you."
"Naked? Are you joking? I'm ashamed..."
"I've a Polaroid. Come on, it's exciting, you'll see."
Martin was finally persuaded. He really got aroused being portrayed all naked, as Darren told him, and after shooting some photos, they resumed making love, filled with mutual desire. When Martin was fully excited, Darren tried to penetrate him.
"No... I never took it there. I'd rather take you," the boy weakly protested.
"There is always a first time, isn't there? Come on... If you let me take you, afterwards I'll let you take me. Come on..." Darren insisted in a gentle tone, while continuing to arouse him.
"But it will hurt... I never took it."
After much insistence, Martin let him be convinced. Darren carefully prepared him for a good time, while being careful to keep the boy really excited. He finally began to penetrate him, at first with a light pressure, but then increasingly vigorous. Martin was looking at his expression that showed all the desire and pleasure of him companion, and this excited him and seemed to have the power to lessen the initial pain he felt. Finally, when he felt he was opening up, he began to enjoy being penetrated.
It was a weird sensation that he'd never experienced before. It was a mix of pain and pleasure that seemed to alternate, but with the pleasure that seemed to grow almost in waves, and with the pain slowly subsiding, though not totally disappearing. Martin was fascinated, hypnotized by the intensity of the desire he could read in the bright and pleased smile on Darren, and by the fact that, for the first time, he was receiving a man inside him.
He felt Darren's strength and virility, and he seemed even more handsome than before. He was enjoying him on top, inside, and was looking forward to the moment when it would be him to dominate on that man, to take him, to make him his own. Because Martin felt Darren to be so manly, the thought that in a while he could submit Darren to his yen, excited him very much, therefore the pain he felt wasn't so bad.
Darren reached his orgasm pushing himself deeply into Martin, then withdrew, panting and satisfied. Then Martin, getting on top of Darren, prepared himself to take him. The young man welcomed him inside with a sensual smile. Martin felt himself sink inside Darren at his first push, without difficulty, and started to hammer in him with strong and fast strokes. Darren caressed him, evidently enjoying being taken at least as much as he enjoyed taking him. He also started to suck and nibble Martin's nipples, moaning his pleasure.
When Martin crumbled on him, panting and fully satisfied, Darren embraced him, gently caressing him and kissing his face. He asked in a low voice, "So, then, how did you like it, being taken?"
"Honestly, I liked it better taking you," the boy said.
"But also being taken, admit it."
"Yes, enough. More than I thought."
"Then, we can meet again, can't we?"
"Of course."
"Good. I like you, boy."
"I like you too," Martin blissfully answered.
They started to meet quite often, until a day Martin discovered Darren's real occupation - he was a burglar. This, instead of shaking the boy, increased the fascination that Martin saw in Darren. So, he asked him to teach him to open the safes. Darren had no difficulties teaching him "the trade" as he called it, and soon was aware that Martin had a natural ability, a peculiar sensitiveness and, in fact, soon the pupil surpassed the master. So at times they went to do some robberies together.
And so Martin began his robber's career.
But one day Darren was caught in the act and ended up in jail. As the police had been able to connect him with other robberies, he got a rather heavy sentence. For some time they remained in touch with an exchange of letters, as Martin, not being his relative couldn't get the authorization to go and visit him in prison. Darren pushed him to find another lover, to make his own life, to forget him. Martin at first didn't want to hear that - he didn't really know if he really was in love with Darren or not, but he certainly felt a sense of loyalty for the young man, and he didn't want to abandon him.
In the meantime he started to have some adventures. He also went on to do, once in a while, some robberies. At that point Martin was able to "earn a living" with his new job that, after all, he really liked. To him, to be able to open a safe was like winning a challenge, and the satisfaction he got was way bigger than that of the booty he could get.
He was different from Darren in that he stole exclusively money, and instead of depositing that money in his bank at once, he made a small deposit each month as if it were his savings. He learned that by how the police had been able to connect Darren with past robberies. They just verified the amounts and dates of Darren's deposits of the money. In this way it would have been impossible for the police, looking at his account, to connect him with his robberies.
But "Friday" never stole money. He took only works of art that, in one way or another he had to get rid of. It would not have been so difficult to get rid of jewelry, because the dealers in stolen goods would disassemble them, melt the gold and reuse the stones, so that it became almost impossible to find the stolen goods. But for art works it was different. The boy had to be in touch with some antiquarian or gallery owner who could sell his booty. As the police never found any of his stolen goods, the dealer probably placed them abroad. He therefore had to have a system to avoid or escape the customs controls.
But if the police had not been able to find the boy, how could Martin expect to find him? If he could only use the means of the Agency! But, of course, he could not ask them to find for him a boy he became infatuated with. He didn't know his name, where he lived, who he was. He just knew that he liked him terribly and wanted to find him! For the moment he contented himself of Minoru, who was still able to give him rendezvous of intense pleasure.
CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 6
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