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 8 - A TEMPTATION AT ARMS LENGTH
They were together for three months when Martin had to do a new mission for the Agency. All went smoothly like usual. After the mission, taking profit of the golden week, they decided to go to Okinawa, to Lee's house.
It was an old fisherman house that Lee restructured. Outside it was similar to the other little houses aligned along the seashore, all around a small bay, each with its wooden wharf with one or two boats tied to it. But the interior, even though preserving the ancient, traditional aspect, was in reality equipped with all the most modern comforts.
What pleased Martin above all was the wide bathroom made completely of valuable woods, with a shower in a corner and the wide tub embedded into the floor and full of steaming water that endlessly circulated, thanks to a silent pump.
Martin loved that kind of ritual that happened in a bathroom in Japanese style and thought it was way better bathing in that way than in the western way as he had been raised. Even more because what the two lovers did in it, together, enriched that ancient ritual.
First of all they undressed in the bath anteroom, carefully folding their clothes and changing their underwear with others, fresh from the laundry. In the anteroom there was also a sink and a mirror, and they washed their teeth and shaved there.
They then entered the bathroom, saturated with steam. They went in the shower corner and wet their bodies, without caring if they were splashing all around, as all the room was covered with wooden slats and all the floor was made of a close wooden mat that gathered all the water. Then they soaped each other.
It was good to wash each other, their athletic bodies totally covered by soft foam of neuter soap, sweetly slippery under their caresses. Almost as though in tacit agreement, they didn't linger too much on their genitals, but they brushed their bodies against each other, intimately kissing, enjoying that pleasurable slipperiness that made their contact even more erotic.
They abundantly rinsed each other, laughing and joking, playing and making it so that they gradually increased their arousal and their mutual desire. Martin liked looking at his lover fully excited; his beautiful, smooth and firm member jutting out perpendicular to his sensual body, and under it, the contracted firm and hairless scrotum.
When they were well washed and rinsed, holding each other's hand, they went down into the wide tub and lay side by side, their torsos turned one towards the other and they embraced, kissed, their bodies caressed by the continuous flow of limpid and hot water. They both were thirsty for each other, but were not yet ready to unite, as both wanted to go on enjoying for a little longer the deepest, most pleasurable foreplay.
But then, finally, one of them offered himself to the other and they intimately united. The strong in and out movement, with which one took the other, raised waves on the water's surface that ran over the wooden tub edge with an pleasant sound, counterpointed by that of the gurgling steamy water of the little fall, that kept the water level at a constant height.
At times they took each other standing in the deepest part of the tub, so that the water lapped on their waists. At times they took each other lying in the more shallow part of the tub, so that the water just reached their nipples, accentuating the pleasure of their hands that unceasingly caressed each other's body. Martin was amazed and fascinated because, for the first time, he discovered that, when one is really and fully aroused, each millimeter of the body becomes an erogenous zone, highly sensitive to the least pressure.
They took each other, at times with youthful ardor and joy, at times with tender gentleness and abandon. They united in a long sixty-nine. Lying on the wooden floor or in the tub one gave head to the other then swapped places, then again took each other. Their unions were at once passionate, tender and joyful.
At times they reached their orgasm or a first orgasm, in the bathroom. Other times, instead, they went out, dried themselves and, naked as they were, went to the room where the futons were already unrolled and restarted making love there. An aspect that Martin liked of the futon sleeping system was that, differently from the western style beds, if the lovemaking games became a little too lively, there was no danger of falling down from the bed - you cannot fall out of a futon and practically all the floor becomes a support for the lovemaking as if it were a unique wide bed, therefore one could also "horse around" in full freedom.
Another thing that Martin discovered in Lee's house in Okinawa, was the use of the yukata, a kind of light summer printed cotton kimono, that is better than a bathrobe or of a dressing gown, because on one hand it covers the body in a better way, but on the other is much more light and leaves the body much more free and fresh. At home, they both always wore just a yukata, with nothing under it.
Martin was feeling more and more close to the boy. He could feel that their relationship was deepening and strengthening day after day. They spent wonderful days of intense love. Lee made Martin also do some tourist-type visits, but for both of them the best hours were the ones that they could spend at home, in conversation or making love.
Back from Okinawa they stopped for a few hours in Kobe, where Lee wanted to introduce Martin to his father, telling him that he was the man he fell in love with, and that he loved with his whole being.
Martin at first felt a little ill at ease being introduced in such an explicit way, but the quiet affability with which Lee's father welcomed and treated him, made him soon feel totally at ease. Evidently Lee's father liked Martin at once.
The house was, inside, in a mixed style, partly Chinese and partly Japanese. There, Martin met also the second wife of Lee's father, and his brothers with their wives and children. He was introduced to everybody as Lee's lover, and accepted by everybody without the slightest problem.
Martin thought that they all were beautiful people, but that his Lee was by far the most beautiful of all. Often, the offspring of people of different ethnic groups combine in them the most pleasant features of both the races. This was surely true in Lee's case, which had in him the best of even four ethnic groups.
In the evening Martin decided to take the shinkansen to go back to Tokyo. The boy decided to accompany him to the capital, to stay together a little longer. For both of them it was really difficult to separate, mainly after such a week of continuous and wonderful intimacy.
When he was alone, although they called each other almost every day, Martin felt the incredible loneliness - he never had that feeling before. He missed his Lee terribly.
At the school, he carried on with his work with conscientiousness. Most of his students were women, but there were also some men and some boys. Anyway, none of them awakened Martin's fantasies, especially since he was with Lee. The school secretary called him to request that he give a private lesson - it was a police captain who, having to work with the Interpol, needed to learn English, fast and well, which he knew just at a scholastic level. The guy asked for two hours of lessons every day from Monday to Friday, mornings, from ten to twelve. It was not bad at all; ten hours of lesson meant thirty thousand yen per week.
He didn't really need the money, as he was also paid by the Agency anyway. But he preferred, if possible, not to touch the money that the Agency deposited in an account in Luxembourg, and make a living only with the lessons, as long as he could. About his visits to the safes, often the Agency asked him to touch nothing, to avoid the owner figuring out that his safe had been violated. But he could, at times, take the money he found in the house, out of the safes. He never took jewels, as there in Tokyo he didn't know how to sell them; he just took money, but this happened quite seldom.
The next Monday morning, he went to the private school where he was teaching early, like he was used to.
The secretary called him, "Martin-sensei, the captain who comes at ten, asked us if he can take his son to the lesson with him, therefore you will have two students instead of one."
"Yes..." Martin commented ironically, "So you will get twice the money but will pay me only the usual three thousand per hour..."
"Not really... Madam Director decided that you would be paid four thousand per hour..."
"Oh, what generosity!" Martin said with sarcasm.
The girl didn't get it and angelically answered, "Yes, because Madam Director deeply appreciates how you teach, Martin-sensei."
In reality, like almost all the Japanese, the girl didn't pronounce "Martin" but "Maachin" and this, in spite of several months having passed and he should be used to that mispronunciation, it made him smile.
He went into the teachers' room, took from his locker the didactic material he would use and went into the classroom. There was a man in his fifties with a big boy that should be about twenty years old - Captain Miyazaki Shigeru and his son Ryoichi. Martin at once recognized that boy - he saw him several times at the Kinsmen, but he pretended not to know him, as Martin noticed that when the boy saw him, he looked embarrassed and nervous.
He sat and started his first lesson. Both had just a smattering of English, therefore he could do the lesson using only English. He started with the sentences of self-introduction, writing on the blackboard the key words they had to use, and carefully correcting their pronunciation. Ryoichi was speaking in a very low voice, and tried to hide his embarrassment, so that Martin had to invite him to speak more loudly, several times.
In that first lesson he came to know that the boy was passionate about soccer and that he was part of a youth team - this justified his athletic body. Contrary to what is believed about Japanese people, both father and son were quite tall; the father a little more than one hundred and seventy centimeters, and the son a little less than one hundred eighty. The father had a face a little squared and long, with a severe expression. The son, instead, had an oval face, gentle and rather nice.
The father was wearing plain clothes - a grey-chestnut color two-piece; rather classic. The son wore a blue T shirt with white trim, rather tight, that showed off his finely chiseled chest and the two points of his nipples, and Levi's 502 jeans that adhered to him like a second skin, allowing Martin to guess that the boy had a good basket between his legs. He wore Fila sport shoes, blue, white and red, and white socks with a red trim.
All summed up, Ryoichi was an attractive boy, rather sexy. When Martin had noticed him at the Kinsmen, he never tried to approach him because he always saw him in company of another boy the same age, not really ugly but not even really attractive, but with a decidedly proportionate and muscled body. The two boys often danced, rubbing against each other.
Thursday morning, when Martin went into the classroom, he saw that there was only Ryoichi.
The boy said, "Sensei, today my father could not come, therefore he told me to ask to do only a review lesson, and no new things..."
"All right, Ryoichi. We will now do some conversation. I will ask you some questions and you try to answer me as best as you can, using the sentences you already learned."
"All right, sensei."
"Just to start, call me professor, not sensei..." Martin corrected him then went on, "What's your name?"
"My name is Miyazaki Ryoichi... no, Ryoichi Miyazaki," the boy immediately rectified.
"Good. How old are you?"
"I am nineteen years and nine months old."
Martin smiled for his precision. "What sport do you like to practice?"
"I like very much playing soccer."
"Do you also like to dance?"
The boy looked for a moment in his eyes then lowered his look and answered, "Yes, I also like to dance."
"And... where do you usually go to dance?" Martin asked with an ironic smile.
The boy looked again in his eyes then in a low voice answered, "You know very well, professor."
"Yes, I know very well... Do you go there with your boyfriend?"
"No... he is just a friend... he is the captain of our soccer team..."
"Judging from how you embraced each other, I would say he was more than a simple friend..."
"Don't tell my father you saw me at the Kinsmen, please, professor."
"Your father doesn't know you are gay?"
"No, he doesn't know... and you will not tell him, will you?"
"No, don't worry... Don't you have a steady boyfriend?"
"No. At times I go with Kojima-kun, the goalkeeper of our team, but we aren't lovers... Or also with other mates, some times..."
"Didn't you ever do it with a foreigner?"
"No, never... not yet..."
"And... wouldn't you like to try?" Martin then asked him, starting to get excited at the thought it could be him to try with the boy.
"I know no strangers..."
"But you know me, don't you?" Martin then said, with a winning tone.
The boy gave him a surprised look then, embarrassed, giggled, covering his mouth with a hand as Japanese people often do, but mainly the girls. And yet it was not an effeminate gesture - that boy had absolutely nothing effeminate about him.
"So, then?" Martin insisted, "Wouldn't you come with me... just to give it a try?"
"With you, professor?"
"What's that, don't you like me?"
"Oh, yes, I like you... but... where, and when?"
"This is my address," Martin answered him, handing him his name card, "It's close to the JR station of Ikebukuro. About when... it depends on you. When do you have free time? Possibly next Sunday?"
"Sunday afternoon we have a match, but if it is good for you in the morning..."
"Didn't your coach tell you that you have to avoid sex before a match, to preserve intact your physical energies?" Martin asked him, with a cunning smile.
"No, never. On the contrary, he says that some good sex makes us more relaxed and lucid... So, can I come to your place next Sunday morning, professor?"
"All right. What time?"
"Would it be good for you at nine?"
"Very good. But don't take me for a ride."
"A ride? What ride, professor?"
Martin smiled, "It's an idiomatic expression... it means promising something and not keeping the promise."
"No, I will not make you ride, professor."
"Good. Let's resume our lesson now," Martin said, satisfied.
"As today... as my father is not here... can't you teach me some words... some special words, professor?" the boy asked, slightly ill at ease, but with a shrewd smile shining in his eyes.
"Special? What kind of terms, Ryoichi?" asked Martin, knowing full-well what the boy wanted.
"How do you say, for instance, taking a man's thing in his mouth?" the boy asked, and moved his eyes away, a little embarrassed.
Martin answered and so he taught the boy all the English terms that usually one can't find in a dictionary...
On Sunday morning Martin was ready at eight o'clock. He had taken a shower, had shaved, put on a really light spray of a good and very manly Italian perfume, and wore a white and black yukata with a drawing of fans and elegant calligraphies in vertical. He tidied his bed, then went to the kitchen to have his breakfast. When he finished all this it was still an hour until the meeting.
He asked himself how to kill time. He decided to connect to the Internet and explore some gay sites to enjoy some pictures of naked men engaged in sexual activities...
He heard knocking at the door and looked at his watch - it was nine o'clock. He went to open the door, already feeling excited. Ryoichi greeted him with a shy smile and Martin made him come in. This time the boy was wearing a pair of soft, cream colored trousers and a shirt of the same color, with short sleeves with the first three buttons open - he was decidedly sexy!
CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 9
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