Date: Sat, 23 Jan 2010 09:11:39 +0100
From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com>
Subject: International Secret Service (04/16 beginning)

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INTERNATIONAL SECRET SERVICES
By Andrej Koymasky © 2010
Written on June 16, 2002
Translated by the Author
English text kindly revised by Matthew Templar

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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.

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Chapter 4 - THE STROKE OF LIGHTNING AND THE ENCORE

He was nineteen years old at that time. Three times a week, he attended
a gym in Kensington. Up to then Martin just did some flirting with
girls, but nothing serious - he chose them above all because all his
mates did so, but he wasn't really attracted to the girls physically.
This didn't mean he didn't get aroused when he flirted with a girl, but
anyway he didn't really care for them.

Since he was a child, he had always looked with admiration at a handsome
boy, a beautiful masculine body, but, even so, he didn't feel an
explicit desire towards people of his own sex. His admiration, he
thought, was more on an aesthetic level - a beautiful masculine body was
something agreeable to be looked at.

George was really well built. At times Martin happened to take a shower
with him, at the gym and so Martin liked to admire George's strong and
hairless body. George was also likeable and extroverted, so they
gradually became friends and quite often, after the gym, they went
together to a pub to spend some time together before George had to go
back to the barracks.

The next Sunday, George invited Martin to go with him to see a musical.
Martin willingly accepted. After the musical, George invited him to a
pub.

They were drinking and chatting about this and that when George, under
the table, leaned his hand on Martin's thigh in a light caress.

"I like you very much, Martin," he said.

The boy was suddenly conscious of the real meaning of that gesture, of
those words and looked at him quite amazed. The young soldier quietly
smiled at him - a warm, sweet smile that had the power to make Martin
shudder.

"I like you, too, George," he answered with emotion, and thought that it
really was so.

George's hand continued to caress his thigh under the table and Martin
felt aroused as he never experienced before.

"There is a hotel nearby..." George whispered.

"But we are two men - wouldn't they think it's weird if..." the boy
answered, hesitant.

"No, also the owner is gay, therefore..." George said.

The fact that the soldier used that term was like a revelation for
Martin- "also" he is gay... therefore... I too am gay!

"Let's go, then," he whispered.

When they were in the room, Martin muttered, "For me... this is the
first time. You have to teach me everything, I think."

George smiled. "That I'll do with real pleasure," he said and started to
undress the boy.

Martin got more and more excited and was asking himself why he never
understood that he was attracted to men. Being able to undress George
and touching, for the first time, his beautiful body, was incredibly
arousing to him, especially when he could lean his hands on the
beautiful, turgid and shuddering genitals of the young soldier.

Also, feeling his companion's hand on his body was giving him strong,
beautiful sensations he would never have thought he could experience.
Naked, excited, they lay down on the bed and started too feel, search,
caress, kiss each other with increasing pleasure and desire. Meanwhile,
Martin was thinking with a kind of joy - I'm gay! The fact didn't
disturb him at all; on the contrary. Being in the arms of the young man
who he had admired for such a long time, was giving him unbelievable
pleasure. And when George guided Martin, making the boy take him, Martin
felt like having found his paradise.

Martin fell in love with George for helping him discover his true
sexuality. But he was deeply disappointed when he discovered that the
handsome soldier, on the contrary, was indifferent about their
relationship and had sex with other boys also. He felt so disillusioned
that he stopped going to the gym and decided to stop meeting George. But
at that point he liked making love with men too much, so he started to
try to find other men like him. That wasn't at all difficult, as Martin
was a really attractive boy.

But soon, he was fully aware that he was looking for types like George -
people with lean, well built, hairless bodies, besides some down on
their forearms and legs; and the Japanese were, with few exceptions,
exactly so. So, he was glad he went to Japan, even though, when it came
to the boys he met, most of the time, he couldn't understand their way
of thinking, of acting, of reacting. Very seldom were they direct, clear
in their behavior. Or at least he still wasn't able to correctly
interpret their expressions.

That was true in particular with Minoru - the boy said he could not be
his boyfriend and yet was searching for him quite often to make love
together. The boy had sex with him with an evident passion and pleasure,
and yet went on saying he was in love with another man, who was more
than twice his age. In spite of this, Minoru always said he liked Martin
very much, who was just a few years older than he. Martin couldn't
understand what was keeping Minoru bound to his elderly lover and was
not able to decide if he could continue to hope to conquer the boy one
day, or if he should make the decision to stop seeing him and look for
another boyfriend.

In reality, his relationship with Minoru was ideal for his secret work,
and yet inside, more or less unconsciously, Martin continued to hope he
could find the "right guy". He therefore, continued to go once in a
while to the Kinsmen, and at times he took home some conquests. And yet,
each time, comparing them with Minoru, he felt he preferred the latter.

One evening, as he entered the Kinsmen, he at once felt attracted to a
boy he'd never met before. He was sitting in front of a window and was
half-embraced with a westerner. Martin thought he'd never seen such a
beautiful boy - he was a Japanese of twenty or twenty-five years (he
still had difficulties to evaluate Japanese people's age) and incredibly
sensual. Martin wasn't able to take his eyes off the boy, and felt
terribly excited and fascinated. But the boy didn't look at him; not
even once - he seemed totally taken by his companion and Martin felt he
was envying him as never before.

If the boy had been alone, Martin would have approached him at once,
would have tried to hook up with him, but the boy was with another man,
and they evidently were a couple. For some time, Martin was looking at
the boy, through the mirror behind the counter, when the boy and his
companion stood up and left. Martin then asked the Filipino waiter if he
knew the Japanese boy that just left, but the waiter said he didn't have
the faintest idea, as it was the first time he saw that boy.

Martin regretted that he had to delete that "vision" from his mind. It
wasn't easy to forget the dark and bright eyes, the radiant smile, that
was sweet and mischievous at once, the slender, proportionate body. He
didn't even know his name, he knew nothing about him, and yet he was
feeling conquered. It had been a real and strong stroke of lightning.

After he saw the boy, even Minoru seemed less attractive, less
interesting to Martin. This honestly didn't mean that sex with him
became less agreeable, but after seeing the new boy, he didn't care so
much that Minoru was only interested in sex with him. When Minoru showed
up, he was happy to meet with him, but, from then on, for Martin the
goal was just to get a really pleasurable fuck. Surely Minoru, even if
he didn't seem particularly fond of foreplay and cuddling, was able to
take Martin, when he fucked the boy, to particularly intense pleasure
levels; and then fell asleep.

Martin got used to this fact. At times, when the boy woke up, he was
more than ready to be fucked again, and was able to light Martin's
desire, again - he knew where and how he had to touch him to have the
man take him with renewed vigor. Martin was aware that he was, in a way,
used by the boy, but he didn't care, as the pleasure he got from it was
always incredibly intense.

The Agency called him. They assigned him a mission presenting
particularly difficult aspects. An important businessman of Tokyo, who
had contacts in the political world, as well in the industrial one and
also with the local mafia, and who had powerful international alliances
also with communist countries, caught the interest of the Agency. They
made sure that Martin carefully studied the man's house plan, the
disposition of several alarm systems, the position of the safe, that was
actually a strong room almost like that of a bank, and the internal TV
plant with the recording of images and independent power supply.

Martin carefully studied the problem, often consulting the local experts
of the Agency, and gradually put down his project to be able to access
the safe, undisturbed. He calculated that, to do everything safely, he
needed at least eight hours. He calculated the times with a wide margin,
as he usually did, to be sure not to find himself in a tight corner. He
also asked to have at least four lookouts around the villa - the villa
anti-theft devices were highly sophisticated and directly connected to
the nearest police station, therefore there wasn't direct surveillance
inside the villa, but police patrols passed often on the bordering
streets, especially when the villa was unoccupied for more than a few
hours.

When he felt ready, it was just a question of waiting for the villa to
be empty. The servants lived in a detached building on the other side of
the wide garden of the villa, and when the master, his wife and three
children were absent, the villa was shut and nobody was inside it. But
this didn't happen too often. Therefore, Martin had to keep himself
ready to go as soon as they signaled him that everybody was absent for a
predictably long time.

He had to wait for almost four weeks, but they finally said he could go
- a relative they had in Okinawa was dead so all the family went there
for the funeral, therefore Martin would have much more than the eight
hours he foresaw. At sunset, he went with the other men who were to be
his lookouts and backing partners. The lookouts took their places and
Martin waited until they gave him the OK via radio.

When he heard on his earphone that the area was free, Martin quickly
climbed over the boundary wall and slipped inside the garden. He quickly
neutralized the first alarm system, then, without difficulty, opened the
back door and entered the villa kitchen. Taking all the precautions to
be certain there weren't other alarm systems besides those he knew, he
passed from room to room, getting nearer the strong room.

He didn't meet any unforeseen difficulties. From his earphone, besides
the periodical signals telling him that his contact with the four
external lookouts was working, he didn't get any alarm signal; therefore
Martin began working quietly, with his usual coolness. When he faced the
combination of the door of the strong room, it was almost midnight. He
was respecting the planned schedule; he was even ahead of schedule by at
least one hour.

He managed to easily find the combination and open the strong room's
door. He went inside and started to systematically microfilm all the
documents it contained. From his earphone he heard, at the regular
rhythm, only the four reassuring notes. Everything was proceeding very
smoothly, without any difficulty. Martin finished recording all the
documents in a little more than one hour. He then left the strong room.

He was carefully closing its door, when he heard through his earphone,
"Martin, somebody is entering the villa."

"Who?"

"I don't know... but a thief, I would say, as he climbed the external
wall like you did... Be careful. What more do you have to do?"

"I've some more to do..." Martin lied on impulse, without knowing why he
did it.

"Careful not to be seen... Very careful..."

"All right. Warn me if you see something else..."

"Of course."

Martin lay in wait. He would wait for the thief to take all he was
interested in and then, after the thief left, and he asked his lookouts
if the way was clear, he, too, would go away. He heard a faint noise in
the nearby room. Hidden behind an armchair, he waited. For some time he
heard the light noises betraying the presence of the thief in the other
room, then he heard slide aside the door of the room where he was
hiding. He caught a glimpse of a screened flashlight like the one he too
used, then the dark shadow of the thief exploring the room. He couldn't
see his face, but from the silhouette and the way he moved, he thought
he could be quite young.

The thief was about to leave the room when, for a moment the light,
directed to a mirror, was reflected on the thief's face. Martin's heart
skipped a beat and he held back his breath. That face was without a
doubt, the same face of the boy he had admired at the Kinsmen and who so
much attracted him. He was absolutely certain of that - he could not
forget such a beautiful, attractive face.

Then Martin had an absurd thought, totally crazy, entirely irrational.

He left his hiding place and, without making any noise, reached for the
boy from behind and, when he was going to leave the room, Martin seized
him, blocking him with a backward hold. The boy emitted a short groan
and violently tried to free himself. They both fell on the floor and
started a silent struggle that soon aroused Martin. He managed to
quickly immobilize the boy, lying on top of him. He could barely see
him, but he was sure he really was the Kinsmen's boy. They both were
lightly panting.

Martin pushed down his hand and groped between the boy's legs.

The boy emitted a kind of low, astounded exclamation and in Japanese
muttered, "Hey, what are you doing?"

"I want you!" Martin answered him in English, still keeping him blocked
on the floor, and started to rummage in the boy's trousers.

He felt the boy gradually relaxing, as his genitals were hardening at
Martin's manipulations.

The boy asked in a low voice, somewhat alarmed, but in good English,
"Who are you? What do you want?"

Martin just whispered, "Shut up!" and kissed him on the mouth, pushing
his tongue tip between the boy's lips.

The boy relaxed completely and started to gently suck Martin's tongue.
The young man, in the meantime, continued to rummage through the boy's
clothes, making him release one of the boy's hands. The boy at once
lowered his hand between Martin's legs and groped him there in his turn,
trying to push open his fly zipper. Martin then let free the other hand,
ready to block the boy if he tried to escape him. But the boy just
started on his own to rummage in Martin's clothes, going on to return
his kiss.

When their mouths parted, the boy again asked, "Who are you?" but this
time his voice was hot and sensual.

"I want you..." Martin repeated, increasingly excited, and started to
undress the boy who was now clearly collaborating.

"You scared me... you aren't a watchman, are you?"

"Surely not."

"Are you... a thief like me?"

"Yes, but now I want you. I know you like it."

"How can you know? Do you know me?"

"No, I just can feel it. I like you," Martin whispered, and kissed him
again, to keep him silent.

They gradually undressed each other. The boy was totally aroused, and
started to suck Martin's nipples. The young man was shuddering, seized
by more and more intense pleasure. On the soft carpet the two bodies
were searching each other, embracing, brushing against each other. The
boy went down to suck Martin's erect, hard and throbbing member. This
one then turned around to unite in a passionate sixty-nine. They both
were incredibly aroused and when Martin tried to penetrate the boy, the
boy was eager to let him.

Martin started to ride the boy, who collaborated full of enthusiasm,
pushing himself against Martin, kissing, caressing his whole body,
terribly excited.

When the boy felt that Martin was near to coming, he quickly masturbated
himself so that he could come with the man. Finally, they let themselves
go, panting. Then, in silence, they started to dress. Martin's heart was
still madly drumming. Just at that point he realized he did something he
shouldn't have... but that he desired too much not to do.

As he feared, the boy wanted to see his face, and Martin could not avoid
it.

"I liked you a lot, do you know? I want to meet you again," the boy
said.

"I don't think it possible."

"What risk would you run? You are a thief like me, aren't you? We could
rather start to go around to steal together... but not only to steal, of
course," the boy said in a mischievous tone.

"I can't. Take what you want and go away."

"And you?"

"I'll look for what interests me, afterwards."

"I will not leave you very much," the boy said with a giggle.

"What you are interested in?"

"Art objects, rare things. And you?"

"Only in jewels," Martin lied.

"I'm not interested in them. Well... then... goodbye."

"Goodbye."

Martin looked at the boy silently slip into the next room. He remained
still as he waited. He checked his watch - they made love for just a
little over a quarter of an hour even though it seemed to him to have
lasted for an incredibly long time. They both were really excited, but
he wouldn't have thought it had been so short. He really enjoyed making
love with the boy very much... He regretted he could not hook up with
him again, considering the occasion in which they met.

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 5

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