Date: Fri, 15 Jan 2010 13:18:26 +0100 From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com> Subject: International Secret Service (02/16 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 2 - FIRST STEPS IN TOKYO He recalled when he had been "recruited". He was told that there was a visitor for him, so he went from his cell to the jail's visitors room a little surprised - who could ever have remembered him? As he went in, a guy wearing casual dress made a light gesture and the guards went out, leaving them alone. He guessed that his visitor wasn't just anyone - the guards never left an inmate alone, besides with his lawyer, and that man was definitely not his lawyer. The guy beat around the bush for a while before stating the reason he was there. He first asked Martin how he was doing in there. "Like a jailed man," Martin answered with irony. "You still have to serve ten years, haven't you?" "BahÉ possibly with time off for good behaviourÉ" he answered. "Yes, but anyways, many years, right?" "So it seems." "Wouldn't you like to get freeÉ now?" "And wouldn't you like to win the first prize of a lottery?" Martin answered, asking himself what the guy wanted from him. "I've heard that you are a first rate safecracker, a real artist." "Oh, really? But they caught me." "This doesn't matter, and rather, it could become your good luck." "Good luck?" Martin asked, unbelieving and ironical, then asked, "ButÉ who are you? What do you want from me? Why aren't the guards assisting at this conversation? You aren't my lawyer." "One thing at a time. I represent an Agency that is interested in your ability with safes. That's why I came here, to ask you if you wouldn't like working for us." "Who are you? What Agency?" "It doesn't matter, for the moment." "To be here giving me such speechesÉ you are either in espionage or else the mafia." "If you accept this position working for us, we can have you out of here really soon." "To work for youÉ under what conditions? And with what risks?" "A year of training, then you will travel. An initial contract of ten years, renewable if both parties are satisfied. An initial pay of thirty-six thousand dollars a year, plus the eventual travelling expenses and bonuses. About the risksÉ to be caught again red-handed. But we will train you and back you in order to make this eventuality highly improbable. Of course, we cannot exclude it one hundred percent, much will depend on you, and much also on your luck." "ButÉ how can you get me out of here?" "Don't worry. We can do it quite easily and in a legal way. But if you sign, you will have to work for at least ten years exclusively for us, and you cannot rescind the contract. Is this clear? "And in ten years?" "If you don't want to work anymore with usÉ you will be free like the air." "And my criminal record?" "Clean." "Then you work for the government, for the secret services," Martin commented. The man didn't answer. "What does my new job consist of?" "Open the safes that we tell you, and take it's contents or shoot pictures of the papers we tell you." "AndÉ nothing more?" "No, nothing more." "If there is money, gold, I can't take it?" "Ah, this is what you meant. Yes, gold and money, if you want, you can take them, unless they are exactly what the Agency wants, or in the cases when you have to leave no traces of your being there." They discussed some more, then Martin said, "There is just one 'but'. I know that the government is not very favorably disposed towards those like meÉ towards gays, I mean. And I have no intention at all to change or to stopÉ" "We know very well that you are gay; don't worry. We don't mind at all; you can have in your bed whoever you like, as long as this doesn't hinder your job for us, and it doesn't jeopardize it. Anyway, no steady relationships, no cohabitation. You have to be always available, always ready to do all we ask you, without any pretext of any kind. But we will have time to discuss these details later." Martin accepted the offer; the possibilities made him curious. An interesting career. He remained in jail only one more week. He could say nothing to anybody, therefore he could not even say goodbye to the boy he had there. Felipe, a handsome Puerto Rican, was in for having badly beaten and robbed a rich john who, even though he knew Felipe was a hustler, after having fucked with him, refused to pay him. Felipe offered himself to Martin one of the first days, while they were together in the shower room. "Instead of just looking at me pretending you aren't, why you don't come here and touch them?" he said with a smile, weighing his genitals with both hands. Martin didn't need to be told twice. He drew near him and touched him between his legs, while Felipe reciprocated. As soon as he saw that Martin had a hard-on, the boy knelt in front of him and gave him head. "Not here; somebody can come in." "Everybody knows I like it." "But IÉ" "Are you ashamed?" Felipe asked him with an amused smile, standing up. Martin caressed the boy's arse. "You want to fuck me?" Felipe asked him. "Yes, I would like that. But where?" "During the air time outside, ask to go to the library. I'll wait for you there." "We'll be safe there?" "Of course. Don't you know that every day somebody fucks in there? The guards pretend not to know, and the other inmates don't bother." Martin, excited at the thought that he could have the boy during their time outside, asked a guard if he could go to the library. As he entered, he saw Felipe sitting at a table thumbing through a book. He went near him. The boy raised his eyes, gave him a smile and stood up. "Come, let's go to put back this bookÉ" he said and led him between the shelves to a corner of the room. The shelves formed a kind of small booth. "Here." Felipe said. "But the others can see us." "Not really. Here we are covered but not totally, so that the others can see it is used, and they don't come to bother us," the boy said. He knelt and opened Martin's trousers, taking out his member that he started to lick and suck at once, while he caressed his testicles and thighs. Martin leaned with his back against the wall, spreading his legs a little and enjoyed the treatment. The boy was skilled; he really knew how to give head. When Felipe felt that the young man was totally aroused, he stood up, lowered his trousers to his knees and leaned against the wall, jutting out his arse. "Go on, fuck me now!" he whispered. Martin looked through the shelves and the books - nobody was looking at them. He leaned on Felipe, seized his hips and pushed his hard member between his buttocks. He started to rummage in the furrow with his tip until it singled out the quivering hole and he started to push, excited. Felipe, also excited, pushed back. Martin slipped inside very smoothly and at once felt the intense warmth of the boy's channel wrapping his hard stake. He then started to fuck him with real gusto, while Felipe slightly tossed his arse to increase their pleasure. Felipe took one of Martin's hands and moved it onto his member. The man started to masturbate him, while continuingto hammer into him with energy. Felipe turned back his head and they kissed. Martin was enjoying very much the passionate way the boy was letting him take him. Martin forgot they were in the library, that even though the others couldn't see them below their waists, they could still clearly see their movements, their kissing, the strong rhythm they were enjoying - he just cared about the strong pleasure that the boy was giving him. When they tidied up and went out of that corner, they saw, almost at once, another couple taking their place. Felipe smiled and told him, "Today there is a queue, it seems." "There isn't a way to do it more comfortably?" Martin asked. "Yes, in the cell." "But we are in different cells." "Do you feel like doing it again with me?" "And how!" "Then don't worry. I, too, want to do it again with you, and on a bed. I will find the way to be moved into the same cell." "How?" "The chief guard has been trying for a while to convince me to let him take me. I'll go with him in exchange for moving us together." "The chief? O'Malley? Do you like him?" "Not reallyÉ but I like you a lot!" So, just a few days later, they were moved into the same cell. That same night, just after the evening roll call and when the lights were off, Felipe slipped into Martin's bed. They undressed each other and started to quietly make love. The boy made him enjoy it so much that Martin had difficulty holding back the pleasure moans that came from his lips. Just before he was about to climb up to his bed, Felipe whispered, "You are a bomb, Martin - you fuck like a god!" "And you make me enjoy you like a god, Felipe." "Good!" the boy muttered, and slipped away. Felipe didn't fuck only with Martin, but let the man take him every night with unchanged enthusiasm, and Martin never needed to be asked twice. That boy was one of the sexiest boys he'd ever met. Even though Felipe liked to bottom, he was not at all effeminate, rather the contrary, and this excited Martin very much. He was plunged into these memories while he was taking his place in the plane to Japan. Just after came his seat neighbour - he was an elegant young man, who greeted him with a smile while he was taking the seat next to the corridor. Martin looked at him with appreciation - that guy was not bad at all and had a likeable face. As he was settled, the newcomer asked him where he was going. "To Tokyo," Martin answered. "Are you English?" "Yes." "I'm Swiss. I'm going to Bangkok." "Ah, for work?" "No, tourism - I'll stop there a couple of months. I plan to visit all Thailand. You go to Japan for tourism?" "No, for work. I'm a teacher of English." "Ah, that's interesting." "How old are you?" "Twenty-five." "I'm twenty-seven, just two more than you. But I thought you were younger." "Really?" "YesÉ twenty-two at most." They chatted some more during the take-off. Then the boy, whose name was Silvio, was engrossed in a movie. Martin looked at him furtively - the boy had a nice profile; he liked him. Silvio at a certain point stood up and took off his jacket, and Martin couldn't avoid noticing that he had a generous basket under his trousers' flyÉ When the movie was over, they served the meal. While they were eating, they started to chat again. "First time in Japan?" "Yes." "I too in Thailand." "I've heard it's the paradise of sexÉ" Martin said with a smile. "Yes. It seems that one can get a girl for little moneyÉ and a boy for even less." "Right. And are you rich or poor?" Martino then asked with a cunning smile. "I've no money problems, even though I can't say I'm rich," Silvio answered in a low voice. "So, then?" Martin then insisted. Silvio threw him a glance, and then answered, "I will see what the market has to offer, without prejudices." "What would you like better?" Martin insisted again, and in the meantime he slightly pushed his leg against Silvio's. "WellÉ with one like you, for instanceÉ" the boy answered in an even lower voice and pushed his leg against that of Martin. The man smiled and whispered, "It's a pity you land before me." "Yes," the other said, lightly brushing his leg against Martin's. Martin was getting aroused. "You never tried it, before?" "A few times, when I was at the university." "And?" Martin asked. "Not bad at allÉ especially once with a just married couple of artistic skate on ice." "With both of them?" "Right." "Which one did you like better?" "Both, without preferences. I liked very much taking her while he was taking me, or taking him while she gave him headÉ" "Didn't he take her?" "No, he couldn't get hard, as he was decidedly gay. And you?" "I am too, but I like being on top best." "I would like trying it with you." "The same here." "Is itÉ big?" "The right size, I think," Martin answered. "I'd like to feel it. Can't we just spread the blankets on our legs?" the Swiss proposed. "Good idea." They set the small blankets to hide their maneuvers, stretched out their hands between each other legs and felt each other. "MmmhhhÉ not bad at allÉ" Silvio murmured, trying to unbutton Martin's fly. "NoÉ stop it!" Martin whispered. "Why?" the boys asked, going on in his attempt. "You will make me too arousedÉ and we can't do it here." They stopped, but at that point both felt a kind of agreeable intimacy. They chatted and at times, under the blankets, they teased each other with a secret pleasure. The flight to Bangkok seemed short. They said goodbye. Nobody went to sit near Martin. He thought of Silvio with regret - he would have liked to meet him on different conditions, to take him to his bed and enjoy him. When he finally reached Tokyo, he went to the Prince Hotel. From there he called, first the English School, and they asked him to show up for work the next day. He then went in a taxi to meet the estate agent where he had been told to go. The man showed him three possible solutions. As Martin didn't know Tokyo at all, he asked the agent to advice him. The man took him to see an apartment on the ninth floor of a mansion in Ikebukuro. Martin liked it and signed the contract at once. It was a western style apartment, with only one room decorated with tatamis, furnished in a rather agreeable way, with bath, air conditioning, telephone and all the necessities to live there immediately. He moved in on the following day, after he went to the school. He was to start teaching in two days. He talked with some of his new colleagues, who were lavish with advice about living in Tokyo. After having a meal at a Kentucky Fried Chicken, he went back home, waiting for "them" to contact him. He hoped they would do so soon. He took the Tokyo guide and the gay guide he bought in Rome before leaving. He wanted to find where the gay hangouts of the town were as soon as possible, as he intended to find some handsome boys. He was taking note of some addresses when the telephone rang. Finally, it was 'they'. They told him they would come to his place in about one hour. Martin was happy; the sooner they told him what he had to do, the better. He didn't like to be twiddling his thumbs. And anyway, they could help him to get used to the life in that town that, for what he could see, was immense and alien more than any city he'd lived in up to then. Even though it had a decidedly western and modern aspect, a thousand small details made him feel like a stranger; more than he'd felt in other cities. They came - there were four men, three Americans and a Japanese. He would have to do industrial and political espionage. They would tell him where he had to go and what he had to do. But first of all he had to learn how to neutralize the Japanese alarm systems, and how to open the Japanese safes - he therefore had to follow a special training, and the Japanese man would provide to that. His name was Akira and he spoke almost perfect English. Martin didn't like the man so much, but this was a totally unimportant detail. He would also get a special camera, to film the documents, and other sophisticated tools. He would always work alone. Akira was assigned to him to also help him to settle in the Japanese society; he would give him advice, he would lead him, and help him to solve his first practical problems. They also explained to him how he could get in touch with the Agency in case of an emergency, and they gave him a cell phone and an electronic pocket notebook that, connected to the cellular, could send faxes or emails. On Akira's advice, Martin decided to attend, three mornings each week, a private course of Japanese language. Akira was married, had three sons and officially was a teacher of English in a private high school. Getting to know him a little better, he saw that the man was less unpleasant than he thought; especially when Martin understood that Akira knew he was gay and accepted it without any problem. It was Akira, in fact, that guided him to Shinjuku Nicchome the first time to find the GB gay pub. Finding an address in Japan without knowing their system was an almost impossible enterprise. The GB was the most famous gay pub for foreigners, and the Japanese people attending it were those who liked to have contacts with a foreigner, and usually were able to speak English. Martin, after he learned the way, started to attend it. His days were rather busy - the mornings devoted to study Japanese, the afternoons to teach English, the evenings to attend the gay bars. He, moreover, also started to study the Japanese alarm systems and safes. The Japanese technicians, who were teaching him how to neutralize the first and to open the seconds, were amazed at the extreme ease in which Martin learned, and for the sensitivity he had, and soon understood why the Agency sent him to Tokyo. Akira, with the pretext he and Martin were colleagues, at times invited him for lunch or supper at his home, and treated him with kindness. His wife was likeable and the sons nice, and yet Martin could feel that their relationship was and remained rather formal. He started to meet some Japanese boys at the GB that he took to his place, and to his bed, without problems. But also with these boys the relationship remained almost neutral - he found a big difference with the Italian boys to whom he was accustomed. In bed, the Japanese boys were often quite hot and passionate, but differently from the Italian ones, besides the times when they were making love, they became aloof, not really cold but formal and Martin couldn't understand this change. He rather liked them physically, they seemed younger than they really were, they had hairless and smooth bodies as he liked. He found that some had really beautiful faces, but just a minority of them. The others were not ugly at all, but he felt them barely attractive. What amazed him was that the Japanese boys seemed more interested in a sheer physical relation without sentimental involvement, and for that reason also they were quite different from the Italian boys. But, he thought, it was possibly still too early to be able to judge them. Possibly the difference was more apparent than substantial. And anyway it was all right so, for Martin. After all he didn't regret at all the easiness with which he could have adventures with the Japanese boys, without losing his freedom at all. So Martin was going on to attend the GB some three or four times each week to find somebody to take to his place and into his bed. ----------------------------- CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 3 ----------------------------- 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 ---------------------------