Date: Mon, 11 Jan 2010 20:55:44 +0100 From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com> Subject: International Secret Service (01/16 beginning) ---------------------------- 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 1 - MOVED TO TOKYO The phone suddenly rang and Martin stiffened. "Don't answer it," Stefano said, embracing him in an attempt to keep him from the phone. "I must. Keep absolutely silent while I answer!" Martin answered, stretching out to take the receiver. "Is he jealous?" the boy asked with a giggle. Martin signalled him to shut up and raised the receiver. "Yes, Martin on line." Stefano, with a cunning smile, went down to suck his lover's member. "Of course, but now it's almost midnight. Can't I come tomorrow morning?" Stefano, continuing to give him head, brushed his nipples. "No? All right, but I have to dress, to look for a taxi," Martin said, trying to keep a normal tone to his voice, but quivering as he was seized by the pleasure. "YesÉ of courseÉ" he said, and cut the communication. "Stefano, I have to go, unhappily," he said to the boy, caressing his hair but without withdrawing the boy from the pleasure he was giving him. "Now, let us conclude!" the boy said, determined. "Really, I've got to go," the young man regretfully said, caressing him. "You like him better than me?" "No, he is not my 'him', that one; he is my boss. I like you much better, butÉ" "Let you go, then; I don't let you escape me untilÉ" "Stefano, really! I'll call you tomorrow, and I promise you we will do all you like, at ease and calm. But now I've really got to go. I'm sorry." "But next time I'll unplug your phone!" the boy protested pretending to be sulking, but got off the bed and started to dress. Down on the street, Stefano put on his helmet, took his bike and went away, waving a goodbye. Martin went to the boulevard, waiting for a taxi. 'What could James have that is so urgent,' he asked himself, 'to order me to go and see him so late?' But he knew he would never contradict James' orders. Anyway, they paid him more than well, for that. Finally a taxi came. He gave the driver the address. When he got out, he walked for a few blocks, taking care, more out of habit than of a real need, that nobody followed him. Then he rang the bell on a small gate. As usual, Sarah's voice answered. He went upstairs, and greeted her with a kiss. "He's waiting for you," the girl said and led him into the bedroom. Martin stood in front of the triple dressing table mirror that rotated on itself and he was in the secret room. James was waiting for him, sitting at his desk, his computer switched on. "Martin, special orders for you from the Centre. Immediate transfer to Tokyo. You will leave the day after tomorrow on the JAL flight. Tomorrow you will go to the Japanese Embassy to get your visa. And here are all your papers." "Tokyo? How long?" "For a long time, I think. You'll get a working visa." "Working? In Japan? But I don't know even just a word of Japanese!" "You will be a teacher of English, like here. You don't know a single word in Italian, either, do you?" "No. I can at present understand and be understood decently. I was settling down hereÉ" "You will settle there, too." "What will I have to do?" "Our contact there will tell you. Possibly the usual job - opening safes and shooting pictures I guess. I am not sure, but this is your greater skill, thereforeÉ" "Fucking shit, just one day to do everything! Not even the time to say goodbye to my friends." "That's life. How many broken hearts will you leave behind, this time?" "Just a couple," Martin said with a smile, then added in a reproaching tone, "You interrupted me at the very best moment." "You will make up for it in Japan," James said, seriously. Martin went back home and prepared his suitcase, thinking what to take with him; all the things that any tourist would have with him. "They" would provide for all the rest. His phone rang again. Martin answered - it was James. "Hey, man, I forgot to tell you, don't take any nude material with you; in Japan it's forbidden. No magazines, pictures, and even worse, porno videos. Is that clear?" "Fucking hell! What kind of a country is it? Even worst than Arab countries!" "Well, when in Rome, do as Romans do..." "By the way, what about all my belongings I've to leave here?" "We will put all in storage, as usual; don't worry. We will also take care to cancel all your contracts." "Yes, yes, as usual. Nothing else?" "Nothing else, for the moment." "If you remember something else, please call me tomorrow morning. I'm going to hit the hay now." "OK." The following morning he was woken up again by a call from James. They went together to the Embassy to get the visa. James gave him all the tickets and the School of English address in Tokyo, as well as that of the estate agency that would find an apartment for him. "They are our men; they'll get you a clean apartment. They will contact you. You just have to wait for them and, in the meantime, settle in. Try to hit it off with your colleagues." "Yes, yes, as usual." "Don't put up the airs of a veteran; you are still just a greenhorn." "All right, James. I'm not a 007. And anyway, I've not the right stuff. But who would have said that I would end up working as a public servant?" "You can't complain, I think. It has been a real bargain for you, the change, hasn't it?" "Yes, thank you, Daddy!" Martin said with irony. "You don't have to thank me," James answered, and Martin thought that really that man didn't have even a little sense of humour. This was probably the reason he was covering that position in the organisation. In the afternoon, after he got the visa, he went back home and settled the last things. He then looked at his watch; it was the right time to find Stefano at home. He called him and invited him to his place. The boy said, "On one condition, you unplug your telephone." "I swear." "Then I'll come immediately!" the boy said, merrily. Martin regretted, a little, having to leave him. Stefano was one of the boys he liked best, since he'd been in Italy. He had been one of his students in the English school. He recalled when he gave his students the title of a composition of a page they had to write, "A person I would like to have as a friend." Stefano seized the occasion to write that he was feeling attracted to one of his teachers, without saying his name, but in a clear enough way, mainly on the final sentence where he concluded, "that's why I would like to become his boy-friend." Martin crossed out the word "boy", but Stefano protested, "I wanted to write exactly that term, not just friend!" he said looking straight in his eyes, with a mischievous smile. Martin didn't make any comment. When all the other students went away, Stefano waited for him and asked, "So, then, I'm still waiting for an answer." "To what?" Martin asked, pretending he didn't understand. "Come on! You understood perfectly. Do you want me or not?" "What's the matter with you? This can't be a proposal, don't you think?" Martin asked, confronting the youth. "But why? I saw that you like me, how you look at me. And I like you." "But you are my student." "But I am of age!" "But anyway, one of my students." Martin cut short., Stefano dropped out of the school and the day after he waited for Martin outside of the school, "Now I'm no longer your student. So, then?" "So then, what?" "Now I can come with you to your place, can't I?" the boy said merrily. Martin felt more attracted to him than ever, with that smile so perky and so full of sweet promises. And the boy abundantly fulfilled his promises when they were finally in bed. That happened just five and a half months before, and he had to leave him already. When Stefano arrived, Martin was already aroused. He barely closed the door and they were already in each other's arms, their bodies searching for each other, hugging, full of desire. Their mouths united with passion. "Did you unplug the phone?" Stefano asked in a whisper while Martin was starting to undress him. "Sure!" "Good," the boy murmured, quivering while the young man slipped a hand into his trousers to intimately finger him. Leaving their clothes behind them on the floor in a long trail, they reached the bed and, still embraced, they laid on it, and started to make love. Martin was thinking he had to tell the boy that it was their last time, but he didn't feel like it just then. For that reason he made love with Stefano with more passion than usual, and the boy was reciprocating with increasing pleasure. "Martin, fuck me," the boy panted. "Later." "No, now. Per favore," he beseeched, offering himself to the man. Martin liked it a lot when the boy offered himself in that way, so full of desire, he found him irresistibly beautiful. He slipped onto the boy's body, placing himself between the boy's thighs. Stefano welcomed him with a moan of intense pleasure. Later, while they were relaxing and gently caressing each other, Martin decided he had to tell the boy what he should. "Tomorrow, I will leave for Tokyo." "Oh, really? How long will you be there?" "I don't know. I got a job there." "Whaaat?" Stefano asked sitting up and looking at him astounded. "You mean that you will not come back here?" "For a long time, I'm afraid." "So, now I see why you were so hot this time. It was a farewell," the boy said, his voice full of regret. "Unhappily. I'm sorry." "Why didn't you tell me before?" "I have not been able to." "When did you decide it?" "I didn't decide it. I mean. I was offered a really good job, and soÉ" "When?" "Yesterday night. That call." "And you accepted at once? And you leave so, at once?" "An occasion not to be lost," Martin murmured. Of course, he could not tell him the truth. Stefano was looking at him with a serious expression. "What are you thinking about?" Martin asked him, caressing his side. "About nothing." "No, come on! What were you thinking?" "That you are lying. That I'll see you never again." "Yes, unhappily." "But you... do you really regret it?" "You doubt me?" "But you chose to go, to leave me." "Yes, but... Come here, come on, don't pull that long face, now," Martin said, not knowing what else he could say, and pulled the boy against him. Stefano let himself be pulled down and, when Martin kissed him, after a short hesitation, he kissed him back. "Let's make love again, all right?" Martin asked him, feeling again aroused. "Yes. For the last time," the boy answered with a smile veiled with sadness, curling tightly against the young man's body, caressing his erection with pleasure. "I like you too much. Why are you leaving?" "I like you, too, but I've to go." "Let me see, then, how much you like me, before leaving me," Stefano said in a provoking tone. Martin sat up on the bed, made the boy sit on his lap with his legs around Martin's waist. Then Stefano, circling the man's neck with his arms, moved onto him, penetrated to the hilt. "Do you like?" Martin asked him teasing his nipples with his thumbs and index fingers. "And you?" Stefano asked, starting to spring up and down with increasing gusto. "Yes, you are a wild colt!" "And you, a stud, a stallion. Make me go down on my back, and come on top of me. Take me hard, please," the boy muttered. Martin bent forward, so that the boy's back lay on the bed, and went on his knees. Then he started to hammer inside Stefano with strong long strokes. "So... is it... good?" "Yes... so... make me feel all of it!" "You have a delightful little arse." "Just that?" "No, you are all delightful," Martin said bending over to kiss him on the mouth. They reached a new orgasm, shuddering and moaning, seized by an intense pleasure. Then they hugged tightly, panting, caressing each other. After they relaxed enough, they went to take a shower, and then Stefano dressed. "Are you leaving already?" "Yes. If you have to leave tomorrow morning, you need to sleep now. So, then, farewell." "Farewell, Stefano. And thank you." "Thank you? It's me who thanks you. It has been really great meeting you, doing it with you. Good luck, Martin." "To you too, Stefano." "And if you happen to pass into Rome again, will you call me?" "Possibly." Stefano seemed a little disappointed by the answer, but said nothing. "Farewell," he repeated at the door. They kissed, then the boy went downstairs, two steps at a time, without turning back. Martin closed the door and went to his bed. He really regretted having to leave Stefano. Would his life ever allow him to have a steady companion? He would have liked having Stefano as his boyfriend. There wasn't really love between them, but Martin felt that it could happen, if they'd had more time to be together. Anyway, at the Agency they had been explicit; all the adventures you want, but never a steady lover. Martin understood well that he couldn't, of course, live with someone, keeping his real work secret. As long as he worked for "them" he had to give up a free life, his own real life, and the privacy he desired. ----------------------------- CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 2 ----------------------------- In my home page I've put some more of my stories. If someone wants to read them, the URL is http://andrejkoymasky.com If you want to send me feed-back, or desire to help revising my English translations, so that I can put on-line more of my stories in English please e-mail at andrej@andrejkoymasky.com ---------------------------