Date: Tue, 19 Jan 2010 09:06:43 +0100 From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com> Subject: International Secret Service (03/16 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 3 - MINORU, PART-TIME LOVER It was a Saturday evening. The GB was crowded. Martin ordered his usual beer and stood up in the corner opposite the entrance door, as there were no free seats. He waved a greeting to a couple of people he knew by sight, and looked around. There was a boy he liked very much, but he was talking with another guy and Martin couldn't tell if they were together or not. Another Japanese boy was staring at Martin, but Martin was not interested in him, therefore he tried to avoid looking towards him. An Australian man with whom he'd talked a few times, drew near him. "Hi Martin, how are you?" he asked aloud to be heard over the noise of the music and of the customer's voices in the crowded place. "Fine, Mark, and you?" "Fine, thank you. Are you finding your feet?" "Yes, little by little." "Did you already get a boyfriend?" "No, not yet. Plenty of adventures, but nothing serious. And you?" "BahÉ there is a boy, I'm waiting for him. I like him to die for, but can't get to understand if he is fond of me or not." "They aren't easy to understand, the Japanese..." "Yes, at least until they to be more open with you about their feelings. It's just a question of being patient. Do you prefer Japanese boys, Martin?" "Well, as I'm in Japan, in some ways, yes. Also because I think that if I can get a Japanese boyfriend, it would help me to better understand their mentality, they way to live." "Yes, possibly. I've lived here for two years and yet I still feel like a... an alien. You see, Yoshio, my boy...we've been together for three months now and yet he calls me Mark-san. He doesn't use the 'kun' suffix of the friends or just the name - there still is a distance that I can't understand." "Also in bed?" Martin asked, cunningly. "No, not in bed, as I told you. When we are fucking he calls me Mark, simply, but only while we are fucking," the Australian giggled. "How old is your Yoshio?" "Twenty-six- He spends a lot of his time in the gym and has a body to die for. You'll meet him tonight. He has a shy aspect, very reserved, but in bed he transforms; he becomes totally uninhibited." "Yes, it seems to be their characteristic - if you touch them in the right spots, they burn up like matches." "And Yoshio is able to make me light up like a match, too." "Are you in love with him?" "I think I am. I find him terribly sexy and beautiful." They were talking when two Japanese entered the GB. "Oh, here he is; the one with the blue jacket is Yoshio," Mark said, brightening up. Yoshio smiled at Mark and walked up to him. "Mark-san, how are you?" "Fine, and you?" "Fine, thank you. This is my friend, Minoru." "How do you do, Minoru-san. Do you speak English?" "Yes, a little," the boy answered. "Good. And this is my friend, Martin." They shook hands. Martin was really hit by Minoru - he was a tall, beautiful boy, with a gentle face and a well-proportioned body. He was wearing elegant clothes. Martin found out that the boy was twenty-one years old. They chatted about this and that, the usual questions - how long are you in Japan, how do you like Japan, what's your work, where are you from... Martin looked at Minoru with a certain pleasure, and got the impression that the boy was interested in him also. All four of them chatted for about one hour. It was almost midnight when Mark and Yoshio said goodbye and left together. "Do you come here often?" Minoru asked him. "Quite often, in the last four months. I've never noticed you here, before." "No, I never came to the GB. Tonight, I came only because Yoshio asked me to accompany him. I usually go to the Kinsmen. Do you know it?" "No, where is it?" "Not far from here. I like it better because there is more an atmosphere like a... a party. There you can talk... and they are open to five, five thirty in the morning." "It seems interesting. Would you take me there?" "Yes, willingly," the boy answered. They went out and moved to the Kinsmen. While the GB was in the basement, the Kinsmen was on the second floor and had wide windows. Even though there were lots of people, there was really a more agreeable ambience. Also, the waiters, one a Filipino and the other a Jamaican, were more likeable. As two places became free, they went to sit, going on with their chat. Minoru seemed to know everybody in there. At times he exchanged two words with some acquaintance or friend, but he never neglected Martin. "Are you free, tomorrow?" Minoru asked. "Yes, and you?" "I, too; therefore we can stay until they close, in the morning," the boy proposed. "Sounds good to me. Where do you live?" "In Setagaya. And you?" "In Ikebukuro." "Alone?" "Yes, sure." "Do you feel like dancing some?" "Yes." They stood up and danced. Minoru was moving in a rather sensual way that Martin liked. He looked at the boy with increasing desire. "I like you," he said at a certain point. "I like you too," the Japanese boy answered with a smile. "I'm happy I met you." "Yes, I am too. And just think that I didn't want to go to the GB. You are sexy." "I can be much more so... in private." "Really? Then I would like to see you in private," Minoru said with a smile. "You just have to come to my place when we get out of here." "Yes, sure. And rather... why don't we get out of here now?" the boy asked. Martin liked the direct way the boy behaved to make him understand his desire - it was quite uncommon amongst Japanese people, for what he saw up to then. "All right, let's go. Can we take a taxi?" "Yes." They went out and soon found a taxi. Martin showed his address to Minoru and the boy told the driver. As the taxi started, Minoru put a hand on Martin's thigh, caressing it, then slowly moved upward and fingered him at the fly. He whispered in a pleased tone, "It feels promising... I would like to taste it." "Oh, yes? And how would you like to taste it?" Martin asked cunningly, and shuddering. "In every possible way. Where would you like to put it?" "I will tell you when we get in bed." "You will just tell me?" Minoru asked, brushing Martin's fly with the palm of his hand. "Not only, of course." When they got to their destination, Minoru wanted to pay for the taxi. They went upstairs in the lift. As soon as they were in the entry, Minoru embraced him. While he kissed him, he was lightly moaning as he searched in Martin's fly. He finally opened it, pulled out the already hard rod, and began feeling and caressing it. "Where do you want to put it in me, then?" the boy asked, full of desire. "Let's go to bed, Minoru; let's undress," Martin answered aroused, leading the boy to his bedroom. When they were near the bed, they slowly undressed each other, caressing, kissing, and arousing each other more and more. Minoru sat on the bed, his back against the headboard, and Martin knelt in front of him, offering him his hard and straight rod. Minoru opened his lips to welcome it, and the young man let it slip into his mouth. Martin started to fuck with pleasure, while the boy, excited, caressed his belly, chest, sides, and Martin's firm buttocks, moaning his pleasure. Martin pulled back and bent to kiss Minoru on the mouth, then made him lie down and lay on top of him, caressing and fingering all of his body. Then placed his legs between Minoru's legs. The boy understood what the man wanted to do, and spread his thighs and pulled his legs against his chest, offering himself to his companion. Martin shuddered, pushed himself between the offered, firm buttocks and started to push, sinking inside him. The boy opened in a radiant smile welcoming him with clear and intense pleasure. Martin started to move inside him with joyful vigour, while the boy spurred him on in a low and excited voice, moving under him, caressing and groping him. "Fuck me hard..." he panted with luminous eyes. Martin surely didn't need to be asked or spurred on by the boy - he liked Minoru very much and kept thinking that he was happy he met such a sexy and exciting boy who, even though not at all effeminate, enjoyed so much to be his bottom. Yes, he liked Minoru and could feel that Minoru liked him. When they both finally reached their full enjoyment, Martin embraced Minoru, gently cuddling him. The boy pushed himself against Martin and gradually fell asleep. Martin would have liked to talk with him. He desired to get to know him better, he desired that it could be something different than one of the usual adventures and could become something more serious. But he too, soon, fell asleep, keeping the boy in his arms. He woke up feeling the boy move. Minoru smiled at him and slipped away from the bed. "Where are you going?" "I have to go," Minoru answered with a smile. Martin looked at his watch - it was nine in the morning. "But today is a holiday. I thought we could spend the day together," Martin said sitting up in the bed while Minoru was starting to put on his clothes. "I forgot that I had a date - my friends are waiting for me for lunch. If I don't leave now, I'll be late." the boy apologized with a gesture and a smile. "When can we meet again?" Martin asked him, thinking that from the boy's answer he could understand if the boy wanted to meet him again or not. "I don't know. I will call you." Martin thought that it was a way to tell him that all was over. He was not the type to insist, to pray - he knew it would have been useless. He therefore made the best of a bad bargain but wrote down his telephone number anyway and gave him the slip of paper. They said goodbye and Minoru left. Martin was somewhat disappointed, as he really hoped that something more serious could start with Minoru. In the following days Martin didn't have time to think so much of Minoru, because "they" called him to give him a task, his first mission. He had to get into the house of a politician, open his safe and, as he was not able to read Japanese, microfilm all the papers that were inside it. They gave him the plan of the house with all the information about the alarm system he had to neutralize, and also gave him a micro-camera with which he had to leaf through all the pages to film them. Martin had only five hours before the man, with his wife and their two children, was back home. Outside the house, in a parked car, there was a lookout who would send him a radio signal if they would have came back earlier, or if other people entered the house. Martin entered the house quite easily, put the alarm system out of service, in less than one hour even though it was very sophisticated. It took him only twenty-two minutes to open the safe, then he started to film all the papers it contained, putting them back exactly as they were. He was proceeding with cold efficiency, self assured and methodical. When he ended his mission, he carefully closed the safe, switched on the alarm system and left the house without problems. It had been extremely easy. Satisfied, he walked away, reaching the main boulevard where he stopped a taxi asking to be taken to the central railway station. There a car from the Agency was waiting for him. He gave them the microfilm and the car left him in another part of the city, where he took another taxi and went back to his home. The following evening, he was just back from the school of English, when he got a call - it was Minoru who asked him if he could come to meet him. Martin accepted more than willingly. He'd given up hope to see the boy again, and he was happy that Minoru really showed up. As Minoru came into Martin's home, at once he embraced his host and kissed him. Martin willingly let the boy overwhelm him with his impetuousness full of desire. The boy got him aroused to the maximum, then offered himself, asking to be taken with vigor, and afterwards he again fell asleep, with a blissful expression. Martin wasn't too pleased that the boy, after having reached his orgasm with him, fell asleep. But at the same time he really loved the way the boy had made love with him, therefore he accepted the result, finally. He liked very much the naked and manly body of the boy languidly abandoned on his bed, therefore he silently stood up, took his camera and took for himself a set of pictures. This awakened again his desire for the boy, so he put away the camera, got into bed again and started again to caress and kiss all over the body of the beautiful Japanese boy. Minoru woke up and reacted at once, readily offering himself to the man, who took him for the second time with a renewed enthusiasm. Then they both fell asleep, still enlaced. The morning after, early, Minoru said his goodbyes, telling him he had to leave. Martin regretted they didn't have time to talk, to just be together quietly - it was as if Minoru was only interested in having sex with him. He couldn't complain about how the boy made love, on the contrary... But he would have liked to have a relationship with him that wasn't limited only to its sexual aspect. Martin was called to open two more safes, one in the house of an industrialist, and another in the offices of an important firm. His work in fact was both about political and industrial espionage. "They" appreciated his work very much; Martin was really very good at opening the most complicated safes in a very short time, and without leaving any traces behind him. Minoru was showing up quite often, but always and only to have sex with Martin. The man, one evening, told him, "I like you very much, Minoru. I would like you to become my lover." "I also like you very much, Martin, but I already have a lover, and so I cannot be yours." "You already have a lover? Is he a foreigner too?" "No, he is Japanese. I love him and he loves me. I should not cheat on him, but I like you too much, and so... I'm not able to resist you. But I can't leave him, I'm sorry." "Is he young?" "No, he is fifty-two. But we've been together for four years, since I was in high school. I cannot and I don't want to leave him." Martin understood that it was up to him to decide if he wanted to continue in the same way, to have sex with the boy or not. Possibly, he thought, Minoru would gradually become more and more involved with him, and could one day leave the other. Anyway he really liked even having just sex with the boy, therefore he decided to content himself with just that, for a time. But he also started to go back to the Kinsmen, at times, to allow himself some other adventure, when it became available. In reality it happened quite often, as he was still young and rather handsome, so that he could choose who he wanted to be with or not. He generally wasn't interested in other foreigners; he was in Japan and wanted to enjoy the local "fauna". He liked the Japanese boys' lean and hairless bodies, just their legs a little hairy, so manly and yet so sweet. They reminded him of his first man, George, a wonderful twenty-four year old Welch soldier. ----------------------------- CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 4 ----------------------------- 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 ---------------------------