Date: Thu, 29 Jan 2004 23:31:26 EST
From: DAG1064@aol.com
Subject: "Samurai Inc. 24" T/t, oral, anal, celebrity

Samurai Inc. 24
By David
DAG1064@aol.com
T/t, oral, celebrity

Author's Notes: This story is fiction.  All characters with the exception
of Max Pirkis are not real.  All situations depicted never happened.  Max
Pirkis appearance in this story does not imply that he is gay.


Samurai Inc. 24

Shiro's Mission Journal


	We got our English friends home safely.  I smiled as I watched Hugh
Mitchell follow Daniel Radcliff, Tom Felton, and Rupert Grint to the
waiting limousine and drive off to the new Harry Potter set in upper
London.  We were formally invited to come watch some of the taping.  The
director and the film company took our advice and hired retired SAS and
Royal Marines for on set security.  As luck would have it Dad knew a few of
them and went pub crawling with Danny and Mike and his friends.

	The rest of us split up and went walkabout round London town except
Sammo.  Poor guy had the flu so he elected to stay on the jet and watch
over it, which was fine with Dad.  He urged me to go walkabout and I did
once I made sure Sammo was comfortable in one of the on board bedrooms.

	I had no idea that today would be different.  I set off once I made
sure I had my cell, my throwing knives (couldn't carry my ninja-to), and
one of the H&K nines.  I started by taking a train to central London and
started walking around.  The tourist areas aren't so bad, just be careful
of what you buy.  I saw a few of the local sights and then headed for the
docks area.  I heard that the tall ship used in the movie "Master and
Commander" was docked nearby.  She looked magnificent.  I smiled as I
envisioned myself climbing the rigging back in those days and fighting
alongside the crew with a cutlass and a flintlock pistol.  I shook my head
at the thought and turned away.

	I strolled up to the nearby shops and looked in.  There were all
kinds of stuff being sold to promote the movie.  I looked up at the crowd
when I heard voices.  They seemed to be pushing and shoving for some reason
and I heard a voice telling people to back up.  I decided to investigate
and see if I could help.  I saw a teenager being pressed almost against the
wall as a man trying to get people to back up.  I managed to work my way
around the edge of the crowd and just as I got to his side I saw a man
lunge forward with a knife heading for the kid.  He saw the knife at the
same time I did and let out a yell.

	The man hesitated for a moment, giving me the chance to attack.  As
I grabbed the man's wrist a lady noticed the knife in the man's hand and
screamed.  That was all I needed.  The crowd panicked and raced for the
door.  I twisted the man's hand behind his back making him drop the knife.
I kneed him in the kidney and then tossed him out the nearest window ass
first.  I'm sure that hurt.  The kid turned to the broken window and
managed to get out.  I followed him out and grabbed his shoulder.

	"Let me help you," I said as I delivered a right foot to the man's
face.  "My name is Shiro Logan."

	The teen nodded.  "Max Pirkis."

	Both of us raced for the alley and into it.  I heard voices behind
us and discretely dropped a smoke bomb behind us.  It worked just fine and
we emerged out the other side.  I made Max pull on a hat backwards and put
on a pair of sunglasses along with a clip on earring for his left ear.  We
mingled with the market crowd we found ourselves into suddenly.

	"Where do you need to go?" I asked.

	"Back to the ship," Max replied. "I have my things on board still."

	"The one used for the movie?" I asked.

	He nodded.  I took him on a roundabout route back to the ship
making sure nobody was following us.  We boarded the ship without being
spotted.

	"So now what?" Max asked.

	I looked at him.  "We wait for people you know to show up."

	He sighed.  "That could be a while.  They all split up after the
movie was done and the ship was parked here."

	Not good.  I sat down and thought for a moment.  I had a few
options available.  I could take him back to the Samurai jet, or to the HP
set, or call Q and ask for help.  Very limited choices.  I sighed in
frustration.

	"Were you headed home?" I asked.

	Max nodded.  "Yes.  The plane was to sail her into London docks and
moor her there.  The plan got changed when we ran into trouble with some
people.  Everyone took off and the ship has been here for nearly two weeks.
I was asked to do an appearance at the shop that was promoting merchandise
from the movie.  Lucky for me you came along when you did.  That bloke
could have gotten me."

	"Did you recognize him?" I asked.

	Max sighed.  "No.  I am wondering if he was one of the people who
were trying to cause us problems."

	"When you say problems, what did you mean?" I asked.

	"I'm not sure.  Some of the guys came back to the ship one night
all messed up.  I knew they were going to a pub for a few drinks.  I guess
they encountered a problem there," Max said.

	"Well, we can't stay here then.  Do you have anything valuable you
need to take with us?" I asked.

	"Just my sea bag of clothes," Max replied.

	I nodded.  "Then grab it and let's get off her.  I got the feeling
this will be the first place that bloke will come calling at to find you."

Max went down the steps into the ship and I walked to the railing to watch
the docks.  I watched people walk past until I heard Max come up behind me.
I turned to see a dark green bag slung over one shoulder.

	"Got the stuff I know I'll need.  I can replace other stuff later.
Thought I should travel light for now," Max said.

	I nodded.  "Good thinking.  Now let's get off."

	We did just that and I looked at a pocket map of the area we were
in.  As luck would have it, there was a railway station nearby.  I steered
us to it and we got on board it once we got our tickets.  We would get off
at a stop close by his house.  I checked my three, six, and nine to make
sure we weren't being watched.  We settled down in our seats and relaxed.
Max wasn't a big talker I guess.  He kept quiet during the trip and I
wondered if he was thinking about what just happened.  I didn't blame him.

	I had gone kind of mental after the incident in Peckertown with
Evans during the John and Carlos affair.  I spent some time with Grandpa
discussing the situation with him and he told me there would be times that
I would have to take a life and that when I did, I had better be justified
in doing so.  As usual Grandpa was right and I was thankful he gave me
sound advice about that.  I looked up as our stop was called.  Max looked
relieved and he picked up his bag and got up.  I followed him off the train
and to the street outside.

	"Which way?" I asked.

	Max grinned.  "We head up this way for a block or two and catch a
double decker bus.  Want to ride in the open deck and see everything?"

	I grinned.  "Sure.  Sounds like fun."

	It was.  Max pointed out a few things as we rode on the top deck.
The day was a bit warm and it was very pleasant out.  I enjoyed the ride
and seeing the sights.  We got off the bus at one point and Max pointed
down a street.

	"Ten minutes walk," he announced.

	That sounded good to me.  Checking the street once more, I fell in
behind Max.





	I set my cell down on the table and turned to Max and his parents.
"A friend of mine is sending some people over with a laptop so they can get
an accurate picture of the man who came after you and any other men you
might remember."

	Max nodded.  "I'll never forget that face."

	"Thank you for being there," Max's father said.

	I turned to look at the man.  "He needed help.  I was right there
and in a position to help."

	"Tea anyone?" Max's mother appeared with a couple of cups on a
tray.

	I bowed as I took the proffered cup.  "I would be honored to accept
a cup of tea from you.  Thank you."

	I sipped it and immediately felt the heat go down to my toes and I
smiled.

	"You like it?" Max asked.

	I smiled.  "You know you've got a good hot cup of tea when you cane
feel its heat down in your toes."

	They all laughed at that as I took another sip.  I took the
opportunity to explain why I was in England and what Samurai Inc. was and
what we did.  It was an hour later that the doorbell went off.  I slipped
the H&K nine from the holster in the small of my back and peeked out the
curtains.  There stood a tall man with a round United soccer button pinned
to his jacket.  I opened the door and looked at him.

	"Japan rocks," I said.

	"Not as good as United," the man replied.  "Name's Davies, Q sent
me."

	I stepped aside as I opened the door.  Davies walked in and set up
the laptop and got busy with Max.  I sat in the living room with his
parents and talked to Sammo and briefed him on the situation.  I promised
to keep in touch.

	"Okay, we're done," Davies announced.  "I'll have our mutual friend
call you later.  Take care, kid."

	He left as quickly as he arrived.  I turned to Max and his parents.

	"So now what?" Max asked.

	"Let the police handle it," I said.  "Hope they catch these guys
very quickly."

	Max nodded.  "Got any advice?"

	"Just be very aware of your surroundings and people around you.
Always have an escape plan.  Never let them see you leave," I said.

	"That sounds like good advice to me," his father said.

	I stood up.  "Thank you very much for the tea.  I greatly
appreciate it."

	They stood and shook hands with me and saw me to the door.  I
stepped out and looked up and down the street and then left.  I stood in a
doorway a block down the street and watched people walk by the brownstone
buildings for a half hour.  Convinced he would be all right I left and went
back to the Samurai jet.

 	I rolled out of bed the next morning and went down into the ops
center in the belly of the jet.  Sammo was still sick, so I left a pot of
healing tea in the bedroom he was sleeping in.  I sat down in the chair in
front of the computer and turned on the computer and let it boot up.  I
connected to the net and our service and found a number of messages
waiting.  One was from Q.

	"Our fellows are local trouble makers, known to the police in that
location.  The sketches have been sent to the police there and they will be
found.  Take care.  Q," I read.

	The next email was an invite to a party at Buckingham Palace.  I
printed out the invite and made calls to the team.  Dad and Danny were
unavailable, assisting the SAS.  Neil was still in the States, relaxing in
Peckertown.  Sacha was hanging out at the HP set, and rumor was the set was
going to relocate down south England in another day or two.  Sammo was
still sick, so that left me available.  I accepted the invitation
immediately and then turned to other matters.  I put in a good day's work
on the computer systems, getting everything fine tuned.

	It was about four in the afternoon that I emerged from the jet in
my tuxedo and walked to the Land Rover I had rented on the company credit
card.  I had managed to learn how to drive in between missions now that I
was nearly sixteen.  So much has happened in the two years since Dad found
me in Denver.  I thank the Gods he found me and helped me.  Never once has
Dad ever let me down.  Never.  I was glad that Grandpa and Dad got along so
well.

	I arrived at the Palace after I managed to get through all the
traffic.  I sighed as I rolled into the gates and into secure grounds.
There were lots of security people everywhere and they were extremely
alert.  I handed the car over to parking valet and approached the door.  I
handed over my invitation and my security cards.  They examined everything
very carefully and then allowed me inside.  I nodded my approval of their
security setup.  The man smiled.

	"Thank you, Mr. Logan.  We take the Queen's safety and security
very seriously," he said.  "Enjoy the party."

       I walked to the reception line and noticed Prince Charles, Prince
William, and Prince Harry were greeting people.  I came up to them and
bowed.

	"Your Highness," I greeted them.

       Prince Charles smiled and shook my hand.  "You must be Shiro Logan.
Mutual friends of ours have told us about you.  Glad to meet you."

       Yes, it is nice to have friends in high places.

	"Thank you.  Yes I am, and our mutual friends are good friends
indeed," I said.

       Prince Charles laughed at that.  "My sons William and Harry," he
said, introducing me to the two princes next to him.

       I shook their hands and thanked them for the invitation.  After they
promised to catch up with me later, I headed in.  First person I saw was Q.
He looked relaxed as I walked up to him.  He saw me coming and smiled.

	"I was hoping you would be here tonight," Q said.  "Good to see
you."

	"Thanks, Major.  Good to see you again," I said.

       I looked around the room and saw Max at a table with some people.  I
walked over as he saw me coming.

	"Hi Max," I said, "Didn't know you were going to be here."

       He shook my hand.  "Good to see you.  Apparently the Princes saw
"Master and Commander and sent invitations to all of the actors.  It looks
like I'm the only one to show up.  That Davies man escorted me here."

	"Good.  Glad to hear that," I said, "Friends of yours?"

       Max turned and looked.  "Just some nice people I was fortunate to
meet."

Max introduced me to the people at the table and I shook their hands.  I
joined their table and relaxed.

	The party was like any other party one might go to there.  I
mingled a bit, handed out a few of our cards and talked to a number of
people.  I got to spend a few minutes with Princes William and Harry.  They
were very interested in Samurai Inc. and I told them quite a bit about the
company and related a few of my adventures.  I invited them out to the
mountain the next time they were in the States.  It was a pleasant evening
and I had a good time.

       It was decided I would drive Max home, as I got ready to leave as
the hour was getting late.  Max and I paid our respects to the Queen,
Prince Charles, Prince Harry, and Prince William before leaving.  The car
was brought around to the front and Max and I got in.  What I didn't know
was that someone was watching us as we drove out the gates.  The watcher
signaled a chaser and he began following us at a distance.  The first
indication I got of an impending attack was that ice cold feeling I get
when danger is about to strike.  I slipped into Getsumi no Michi within a
breath and suddenly felt six hostiles closing in.  I looked around and
spotted them, gunning the engine.  They must have anticipated my move
because they rammed me with a truck sending me out of control and into a
light post.  I was out of the car and around to Max's side before any of
them could react.  Once I knew Max was okay, I covered our retreat down the
street with a few well placed shots from my H&K.  The hostiles scattered
and two of them responded with gunfire.  We were attracting too much
attention now.

       I pulled Max into the dark shadows and we moved quickly down the
street.  The hostiles gave chase, following us into a department store that
was just closing.  We slipped past the employees that were leaving.  The
six hostiles pushed past them and one of them brandished his gun at them,
making them panic and run.  The first department I went into was men's
sportswear.  We weaved through the racks to another door to find it locked.
I whipped out my cell as Max and I moved through the suits and quickly
dialed a number.  Q didn't answer so I tried another number.  No answer
there either and then I remembered that Bond was out of the country.  I
could feel the hostiles getting closer every second.  This was not good.



	Ever have one of those nights where you have gone out to a nice
party, wined and dined with people, and then left the party feeling good
and then all of a sudden some idiot tries to ruin your good by smashing
your car into a light pole and then shooting at you?  Well that's exactly
the situation I found myself in.  I didn't know if they were after Max
Pirkis or me.  I heard a gunshot from behind me and a stuffed animal flew
off the shelf next to me completely shredded.  I growled a curse in
Japanese as I quickly changed direction.  Okay, time to get up on the
scoreboard.  Max and I raced into the sports department and I grabbed a
hockey stick.  Max ducked behind the counter as I rolled into cover.  One
of the hostiles came racing right up to the counter.  I popped out of cover
and showed him a new way to use a hockey stick to commit personal fouls.  I
introduced the stick to his shins, stomach, rang his lower doorbell (I know
he felt that, his facial expression indicated great pain in that area), and
then smacked his ass hard.  He went down quick and then I turned and gave
hostile number two the same demonstration.  He didn't make a sound either.
Wimps.

	I vaulted the counter to find Max was gone.  I looked up to see a
door behind the counter moving so I raced through it to find Max wrestling
with a fire door.  He got out of the way when he saw me start a flying kick
at the door.  It popped open and slammed against the far wall as the alarm
went off.  Max didn't hesitate to follow me out the door and down the long
hallway into the mall proper.

	"Always wanted to window shop here," Max sighed as we raced past
the stores.

	I had to chuckle at the joke.  I like people who try to find the
funny side of things.  But there were more immediate problems at the
moment.  We still had four hostiles on our tail.  We stopped for a moment
to catch our breaths.  Max was panting and I hadn't even broken a sweat
yet.  That's why Dad and Grandpa are firm believers in daily training.  I
looked at the mall directory and blinked.  To say the place was huge would
be an understatement.  There were two levels to the mall, and from the
looks of the directory it was well spread out.  Footsteps coming up behind
us alerted me to our current predicament.  I drew my H&K nine and got ready
for battle once more.

	"This will be fun," I muttered.

	"Fun?" Max asked in disbelief, "You call this fun?"

       A pair of gunshots ended the conversation.  A window to my right
shattered while another stuffed animal met its demise.

	"Cool.  He shot Barney," Max cheered as we scrambled past the
remains of the extremely annoying purple dinosaur.

       I nearly laughed at that.  We ran past the toy store as the window
shattered and a couple of Barbie dolls died brutal deaths.  What was funny
was the Ken dolls survived.

	"I want to be Ken.  The bastard has everything," I said as I picked
up one that got knocked off the shelf and tossed it back into the store.

       Max looked at me funny and we kept on going.  We raced around a bend
and then Max tripped and fell in front of a cart that sold watches.  I
heard a submachine gun open up and I covered Max with my body.  When the
shooting stopped, I jumped up and fired a few shots at the chasers, making
them dive for cover.  One went into a bunch of plants, two others dived
into a Victoria's Secret store, and the fourth went face first into a pile
of popcorn on the floor.  I turned to see Max looking at what was left of
the cart.

	"Killing time should be a crime," he said deadpan as he turned and
sprinted down the mall with me on his heels.

       I discretely dropped a flash bang and counted off the seconds.

	"Go into cover, cover your ears and close your eyes," I instructed
Max.

       He did it with seconds to spare.  The explosion had the desired
effect.  The six baddies got thrown in different directions and all of the
glass fronts had disappeared in the immediate area.

       Max blinked in surprise.  "I hope they know I don't do windows."

       I had to groan at that.  He was doing so well with the quips up to
that point.

	"Old one Max," I said as I led him away from the disaster area.
"That one's on Medicare now."

       Max shrugged his shoulders and we continued to run down the mall.
Up ahead I could see a crowd of people milling around.  I remembered seeing
a movie theater on this level on the directory board.

	"Fancy a show?" I asked, swiping a huge bag of shelled peanuts from
another shattered cart.

       Max blinked.  "Now?  We got those yahoos chasing us."

       I smiled.  "Trust me."

       Max shivered.  "Famous last words mate."

       I waited until the timing was just right and then slipped both of us
into the crowd.  Hopefully we would be safe now.  The six chasers came
running into view waving their guns.  Oh, big mistake!  I pushed Max into a
doorway and covered him while the crowd went stampeding out the door,
screaming their lungs out.

	"I wonder if someone told them about the fire sale at the other end
of the mall," Max said into my ear.

       I guided him into a darkened theatre and started to scatter the
shelled peanuts.  I put him under the tiny stage and closed the door.

	"Stay put," I said.  "The word is command."

       Max nodded and I closed the door.  Now I was about to play Jack in
the box with these clowns.  I crawled beneath a few seats and popped out of
hiding and scared one of the chasers shitless.  That wasn't a figure of
speech either, friends.  He really did unload in his jeans before he
dropped.  The five other chasers turned and opened fire on the spot where I
was.  I moved to another spot and listened carefully.  One did step on some
of the peanuts and I popped up and shot him twice.  He went down like the
sack of shit he was.  The four remaining charged my position and shredded
the group of seats that I had been at.  I hate to see the repair bill on
this one.

	I changed positions and waited.  The next one came in close and I
grabbed him from behind and dragged him over the seats as I cut off his air
until he passed out.  I dropped him in time as the two men fired at us.  I
moved until I had them on either side of me and then popped up.

	"Yeah baby yeah!" I yelled and then dropped.

       Idiots actually shot each other as they reacted.  I ran down to the
stage and recovered Max and got us out of there.  Once out on the street, I
noticed the police cars racing in the mall parking.

	"Never around when you really need them," Max snorted.

       I whipped out my cell and tried calling Q once more.  He answered on
the third ring.  I described the situation and asked for transport.  Q
directed me to a nearby bridge and told me to knock on the door there just
below the bridge in fifteen minutes.

	"Will do," I said.  "The word is shopping spree."

	"I can't wait to hear this one," Q's voice said in my ear.

       I grinned.  "Guaranteed to change the way you shop."

	"Lord have mercy," he sighed and hung up.

       The night's festivities were over.





	We sat in the drawing room back at Buckingham Palace, telling our
stories to M, Q, the Queen, and a detective from Scotland Yard.  The one
drawback was that I had to turn over the H&K for ballistics.  M sighed.

	"I'd hate to see the damages on this one," Her Majesty said.  "The
important thing is you protected your client, Shiro.  Good job."

	"Be a while before I can go back there," Max said.  "My favorite
store was in there.  Really nice place to find a good suit."

       It suddenly occurred to me what store he was talking about.  It was
the same store that the team had gotten our suits for our first appearance
at the Palace.  The detective set down his cell and turned to us.

	"Got them all.  The three that were shot are in surgery and are
expected to live.  The others are babbling about some kind of cult that was
directed to find Max and... sacrifice him," he said.

       The temperature in the room dropped several degrees as it became
obvious what the man had said.  I turned to Max and he looked pale.

	"Did they say who they were?" I asked.

       The man shifted, "Some Celtic sounding name.  Their aims were to
bring back the glorious days of the old empire when King Arthur ruled.
Said that Merlin would grant them powers to sweep all of modern day England
away for good and become very powerful mages.  Max was to be sacrificed at
Stonehenge at midnight on the night of the full moon."

	"Did they say there were others?" I asked.

	"Yes.  We know where they are and we are planning an op to take
them down.  "Want in?" the detective asked.

       I smiled.  "Hell yes.  They screwed up my rental and ruined a
perfectly good evening.  I wanna kick butt."

       Q smiled, "Thought you would say that.  I can outfit you with some
special devices."

	"Oooohhh, a shopping trip at Q's Spy Emporium," I cracked.

       Max had to laugh at that one as I grinned.  The Queen had a smile on
her face as Q and M rolled their eyes.

	"Take credit?" I asked Q as he led me down to the car park.

	"Samurai Inc. has an open account with me already," Q smiled.

       I smiled.  I really liked this old man.

	I met the SAS entry team in the warehouse on the edge of the
business district.  The men nodded as Q introduced me.  I stood there in my
basic black minus pearls loaded down with Q's best items.  Q turned to me
with a long black tube.

	"I think you'll want this," he said with a smile.

       I opened the tube and was surprised to find a ninja-to inside.  I
pulled the sword from the scabbard and looked at the blade.  I could tell
that this was a well crafted sword.  I picked up a piece of paper and
gently dropped it on the blade and watched it get cut in half.  I smiled as
I slipped it back into the scabbard.

	"Many thanks from Clan Harada," I said, bowing.

       I turned to the team leader.  "Let's go hunting."

       The man's face lit up.  Here was a guy who enjoyed what he did for a
living.

	I won't bore you with the details, but I will tell you that we
caught them all with their pants down.  It's really nice when the good guys
win one.  The end result was that Max was now safe, another group of
crazies were taken out, and England as a whole was a bit safer.  I went
back to the Palace at four in the morning to find Max asleep in a guest
room.  I went into the one next door and took a long shower and then fell
into bed.  I woke around nine feeling very refreshed to find some clothes
waiting for me.  I got dressed and came out into the living room area to
find Max talking with the Princes.  They turned to see me walking in.

	"Your Highness," I said, bowing.

	"Good morning, Shiro.  I hear everything went well last night,"
Prince William said as he shook my hand.

	"We got the rest of the group into custody.  There were six
casualties, all on the tango's side.  Nobody on our team got injured,
thanks to really good advance planning.  Max is safe, and so is England," I
said.

       William beamed at the news, "Bloody great news!"

       A knock on the door sounded.  I turned towards the door, my hand
moving under my shirt to retrieve a gun that wasn't there.  I stepped
forward and retrieved my ninja-to and took up a ready stance.

	"Who is it?" I called out.

	"It's the Major and room service," a familiar voice called out.

       I nodded to Prince Harry as I put the sword away.  Q walked in
first, followed by two men pushing a cart in.  They were dismissed and I
lifted all the covers on the food before letting the Princes at the cart.
I sat down with a cup of tea as William, Harry, and Max filled their
plates.

	"What's the latest?" I asked.

	"There were a couple of chaps we didn't get last night.  We just
picked them up, including their leader.  Everything should be wrapped up by
this evening.  There's a car waiting for you in the car park when you take
Max back to his parents," Q said.

       I smiled.  "Thanks for everything."

       Q smiled, "Our pleasure.  Take care."

       I turned to the cart to see a little food left.  William just
smiled.

	William and Harry saw us off at the car park.  I shook their hands
and again invited them to stay at the mountain if they ever came to the
States.

	"We will.  Thanks for the invite," William said.

	"My pleasure," I said as I turned to the car.

       Max and I got into the two-seater and waved good bye.  We drove out
the gates and started the drive to Max's side of London.  We were talking
of the events of the last twenty-four hours and I didn't notice the truck
creeping up on my back bumper until it hit us.  It jarred us a little.

	"What the hell?" I wondered.

       I looked in the mirrors and saw the driver and the passenger in the
cab of the truck.  The passenger was holding what looked like a rifle.  Oh
shit.  Two that got away.

  	"Hang on Max," I said and downshifted and stomped on the gas pedal.

       The little BMW was everything the car company claimed it was.  I was
a good distance down the road before the truck driver could react.  Then
suddenly two cars appeared behind us, American muscle cars with armed men
inside who started shooting at us.  This was not good.  I sighed.  There
were more of them than what we took out last night and this morning.

	"Now what?" Max asked.

       I sighed.  "We run like hell."

       I took it up to sixty in third before shifting into fourth.  I was
glad Dad insisted I go through the Navy Seal's defensive driving course as
part of my driver's training.  That kind of reckless driving came naturally
to Sammo who had his driver's license before I did.  He took the same
course I did and came out of it with a perfect score.  The instructor ended
up with more gray hair than he started with.

       I hit the cell phone keys only to get static.  Shit, the bastards
took out the cell phone antenna.  On our own again.  I raced down the
highway with the three cars after me.  I changed lanes quicker than they
did, trying to put as much distance between us.  I relaxed, keeping my cool
and not panicking.  I came up with some kind of plan in my head and went
with it.  First I needed to keep this business away from innocent drivers.

	"Any good places to lose these clowns?" I asked Max.

       Max scratched his chin and thought for a moment.  "There's the main
highway just blocks down."

       Good enough for me.  I downshifted and floored the gas pedal.
Finding the onramp, I blasted onto the freeway or what the gentle English
would call the highway, or is it the autobahn? I could never remember.  The
three cars chasing us caught up with us and the passengers opened fire on
us.  Not good.  Innocent drivers were getting hit.  I looked to see cars
spinning out and hitting each other.  This was getting bad.  Then I saw
what looked like a ramp going somewhere else.  I crashed through the road
closed sign and hoped it would be the right move.

	"Uh, that sign back there," Max said nervously.

       I nodded.  "I saw."

       I had a clear straight shot down the ramp and then I saw the very
end, blocked by a stack of blocks and a metal ramp on it.  There was no
more road beyond the blocks for quite a few feet.  I saw the rest of the
road on the other side.  I spun the car around and headed back to the main
road.  Then the chasers appeared out of nowhere, with a military chopper
following them.  The door gunner was busy redecorating the cars and the
truck.  The passengers of said vehicles saw us and a few of them started
shooting at us again.

	"Not good," I said, spinning the car once more and flooring the
pedal, keeping it in third, heading for the makeshift ramp.

       Max went into shock.  "OH GOD!"

       I raced the car down the road, up the makeshift ramp, and into the
air.

Max was screaming something into my ear and I was praying we'd make it.

       We did.

      The car landed smoothly on the other side with a little bump.  Max
kept on screaming as I grinned.  There never was a doubt in my mind at all.
I slammed the brakes on and we turned to watch a car go off the makeshift
ramp to try and duplicate our stunt.  He didn't make it.  The other cars
stopped, but the truck behind them pushed one off and the next one in line
halfway off.  I turned back to the wheel and took off.

	"The rental company's gonna hate us now," I moaned.

      That turned out to be an understatement.

	My ears were still ringing as we walked into the Pirkis house.  Max
looked around and realized his folks were gone.

	"Wonder where they went?" he said as he went into the kitchen.

       I followed him into the kitchen and wondered if it was safe to be
here.  Max was reading a note.

	"Seems my folks are off to some big event and won't be home until
tomorrow afternoon," Max informed me.  "Mind staying with me until then?"

       I smiled.  "Not a problem.  I just need to make a few calls first."

	"Good.  Then first order of business is food.  Then I'll give you a
tour of the house.  After that, whatever happens will happen.  Deal?" Max
asked.

	"Sounds good to me," I said.

	I made my calls and discovered the Samurai Jet had been moved down
south of England to the countryside along with Dad, Sammo (who was still
sick), Sacha, Danny, and Mike, escorting a group of the HP stars.  Dad
questioned our being in the house alone if Max was under threat.  I made
another call and was told we were being watched, as well as his parents.
Good enough for me.

       I discovered Max could cook.  I pushed myself away from the table
and groaned.  I decided on an extra long workout tomorrow morning for sure.
Max grinned at me.

	"Enjoy my cooking?" he asked.

       I nodded.  "Very good, I like a good home cooked meal every now and
then."

       I stood up and stretched, feeling things pop in my back.  Max stood
up and started the tour ending up in his basement where all the typical
teenage toys could be found.  This looks like it will be a fun evening.
Little did I know just how fun it would be.





	Max offered me the use of his shower after he got out.  I went in
and took mine.  The hot water on my body sure felt good.  I sighed as the
hot water cascaded over me.  After stepping out of the shower and drying
off, I walked out into the room to see Max reading my newest copy of
Oriental Boy.  I smiled.

	"Like what you're looking at?" I asked.

       Max looked up in shock and dropped the magazine on the floor,
falling open to a page showing two Asian boys doing a sixty-nine.

	"It was on the floor when I came in," Max stumbled.

       I nodded.  "It's okay, Max.  I'm not upset or mad at you.  I hope
you're not offended by my being gay."

       Max looked up at me with a thoughtful expression on his face.  I
didn't push the issue, just picked up the magazine and put it on the bed.
As I pulled on a pair of shorts, Max reached for it and flipped through it,
looking at the pictures.

	"They sure seem to be enjoying themselves," Max remarked.

       I knew where the magazine had come from and had been to the studio
in Peckertown and had met all of the models and subsequently knew the boys
weren't being forced into things that they didn't want to do, so I had a
regular subscription to the magazine.

	"They are," I commented, "Simply because nobody is forcing them to
do the things.  They are doing it with their friends and having a good time
at it."

       Max looked at me with a surprised look on his face.  "How do you
know that?"

	"Look at the cover page and tell me where the magazine is
published," I directed.

	"Peckertown, Arkansas, USA," Max read out loud.

	"Samurai Inc. has an office there that helps to protect celebrities
when they visit or to do a film project there.  We hire a group of the
local guys there to run the security there," I explained.  "Sometimes the
main team goes there and I stumbled across them one day and investigated
the outfit.  Very legit, very honorable, and very well run too."

       Max nodded.  I had the distinct feeling he wanted to say something
but didn't push.  I'd leave it up to him to say.  He didn't disappoint.

	"Does doing these things feel good?" Max asked pointing to the
sucking and fucking pictures.

	"Yes it does," I said.  "I have a boyfriend and we make love quite
often."

	"I've always wondered what it would be like to do the sucking and
fucking.  I am straight though.  I like girls," Max said.

       I nodded.  "That's cool."

       The silence became deafening.  I wondered what was going through
Max's mind.  I decided to let him make the first move.  He was squeezing
his hard cock through his shorts as he sat on the bed, looking at the
pictures.  Then he seemed to come to some decision in his head.

	"Would you... do those things... to me?" he whispered.

       I sat down on the bed.  "Are you sure of what you are asking?"

       Max nodded.  "Yes.  I really want to try it."

       I nodded.  "Okay.  Before we go any further with this, we need to
talk about this.  Do you have any tea in the kitchen?"

	"Sure.  Mum likes a cuppa every now and then," Max answered.

       I grinned, "So do I."

	Max and I sat at the kitchen table a few minutes later.  I sipped
my tea and thought of a good place to start when Max kicked things off with
a question.

	"Doesn't it hurt to have a guy's cock in your ass?" Max asked.

       I shook my head.  "No.  That's because Sammo takes the time to
stretch me out and make sure I'm well lubricated before slipping his cock
into me.  That's called anal intercourse by the way."

	"Lubricant?  How does he stretch you out?" Max asked.

       I explained the process as Max listened.  I also explained the
difference between guys and girls as well and Max understood.  I made sure
he understood the importance of wearing condoms while having anal or
vaginal sex.

	"Never thought of that," Max confessed.  "I know how babies are
made inside the girl, but I didn't know it would be that easy to get her
pregnant."

	"Yes it is," I said, immediately thinking of Brad Freeman back
home.

The guy was a senior in the high school and had college scouts climbing all
over him.  Girls went gaga for him and I had heard he'd slept with a number
of the cheerleaders until one told him she was pregnant and that he was the
father.

       Bastard wouldn't give her the time of day until his Daddy took him
out behind the woodshed so to speak and explained things to him.  Then
suddenly he became the perfect boyfriend and accepted responsibility for
his actions.  I shook my head as I told Max about it.

	"Dude should have been more careful," Max sighed.  "I know I will
be."

	"Good.  As for the anal intercourse, that's how diseases can be
transmitted without protection," I said.  "Yes, Sammo and I do it without
protection with each other, but when we play we cover our rigs up.  Better
safe than sorry."

	"I won't argue with that," Max said.

       Then I explained the intercourse process to him and he listened
carefully, using a few pictures in the magazine as examples.  Then I
flipped to the sucking pages and explained fellatio, or blowjobs.  Max
grinned at that.

	"What's it called when the guy is licking the girl's place?" Max
asked.

	"Eating her out," I replied.

       I noticed Max was rubbing his hand against the bulge in the front of
his pants.  I grinned as I rubbed mine.  We sat there and watched each
other for a few minutes.  Finally Max stood up.

	"Let's go up to my room and get comfortable," he suggested.

       I was more than ready.

	Up in his room, he closed the door behind him and then turned to
me.  He reached for his jeans and hesitated for a moment and then opened
his jeans and let them drop.  Max was definitely a boxers man.  I could see
his hard cock pressing against the fabric of his shorts.  I dropped my
shorts on the floor and watched his reaction as he saw my blue jock strap.
Believe it or not, I prefer wearing a jockstrap.  It holds me very
comfortably and gives me plenty of support, especially if I have to go into
action.  Hey, to each his own ya know?

	"Those are cool," Max grinned.

       I looked down at the jockstrap.  "Thanks.  I feel very comfortable
in it."

       Max hooked his thumbs into his boxers and pulled them down and off.
Max had a respectable six and a half inches proudly swaying in the breeze.
I smiled as I reached for it and gave it a gentle pull.  Then I peeled the
jockstrap off and smiled at Max's expression as he looked at my cock.

	"Dude, you got a nice one!" he exclaimed.

       I grinned.  "Thanks Max."

       Then he noticed the neatly trimmed pubes.  "You cut your hairs?"

	"Yes.  Looks nicer and neater, and makes it easier to use condoms,"
I said.

       Max nodded his head as he moved to the bed and got on it.  "I'll
have to think about doing that."

	"I'll show you how to do it right," I said.

       I lay down on the bed next to him and reached out to touch him.  He
relaxed and let me explore his body for a bit.  He was a bit slim and had
some good muscle.  He smiled as I touched his cock, wrapping my hand around
it and stroked it for a minute or two.  Max sighed and spread his legs open
a bit.  I moved my hand past his cock and fondled his balls for a bit.
Then I got up and moved between his legs and lay down on the bed again.
Max moved up further on the bed giving me more room to be comfortable.  He
settled against some pillows to watch me suck his cock.  I started his
pleasure by licking his cock a few times.  Max shivered and groaned.  I
slipped his cock into my mouth and bobbed on it a few times, getting him
used to the feel of a mouth on his cock.  Then I started to do some intense
sucking, working to give him his pleasure.

       To say he got into it would be an understatement.  I don't ever
recall meeting a guy who didn't like having his cock sucked.  Max certainly
responded exactly like I thought he would on his first time.

	I worked my mouth up and down the firm hard cock.  I listened to
his cries of pleasure and knew I was doing good.  I was enjoying this
myself.  I do enjoy sucking cock and can spend hours nursing on Sammo's
cock.  Both Sammo and I would go into a sixty-nine and spend time slow
sucking each other off.  I started deep throating Max's cock and that made
him gasp in surprise.

	"Wow!" he exclaimed, "You're getting my cock way down your throat!"

	I was enjoying it, too.  I kept working his cock until he started
jumping around.

	"I'm cumming," he whispered as his cum flooded my mouth and ran
down my throat in waves.

	I kept sucking his cock until he went dry.  Max sighed as I pulled
off his cock and then moved up next to him.

	"Wow.  That was so good!" he exclaimed.

	"Glad you liked it," I said.  "Do basically what I did, but take
your time at it.  Deep throating cock takes time to do and it has to be
learned."

	Max nodded.  "Okay."

	We rested for a bit as Max explored my body with his hands.  My
muscles certainly fascinated him and his fingers tracing them felt good.
Max moved to the foot of the bed and stretched out on his tummy and stared
at my cock waving proudly at him.

	"Take your time.  Go slow," I coached him.

	He nodded as he reached for my cock and stroked it for a moment.
Then he slipped it into his mouth and began to suck me off.





	I watched Max take my hard cock into his mouth and start to suck on
it.  I closed my eyes and rubbed the back of his head as he began sucking
my cock.  He licked it a few times, copying my prior moves on his cock.  He
certainly learned fast.  Max relaxed and began bobbing on my cock slowly at
first.  I could feel my cock moving inside his wet warm mouth.  Sure felt
so fine.

	"Doing just fine," I said, encouraging him.

	Max kept on going, bobbing up and down on my cock.  I sighed as I
felt the feelings rising up from deep inside of me.

	"You don't have to swallow my load," I said.

	Max kept on going, starting to suck me harder each time he came up
on my cock.  I shivered and moaned out loud and then I was cumming,
shooting my load of teen cum into Max's mouth.  Max managed to get it all
except for a little bit of it.  I smiled as he came up for air after I
stopped cumming in his mouth.

	"Liked it?" he asked.

	"You did good," I said.

	Max smiled and moved up a bit and then lay down on me, his head on
my torso.  I ran my fingers through his hair and relaxed.  Once we were
recharged, we'd do some fucking.

	"How are we going to do the next part?" Max asked.

	I thought for a moment.  "I'll put a couple of pillows under my
hips and put my weight on my chest.  That should expose me enough for you
to fuck me."

I watched Max reach for the condoms and KY.  He followed my instructions to
the letter and got everything ready, including me.  I felt the bed shift as
he got up behind me.

	"Go slow, take your time while pushing into me," I instructed him.

       Max certainly took his time, pushing in a little and then backing
off.  Finally the head of his cock popped into me and I heard him gasp.

	"Oh, that feels good!" he exclaimed.

	"Wait until you get going," I said, "Gets even better."

       Max slowly pushed the rest of his condom covered cock into me and
then stopped once his hips touched my ass.  He relaxed for a minute and
then started to fuck me once instinct took over.  I listened to his moans
of pleasure as I felt his cock moving in and out of me.  His cock sure felt
good inside of me.

	"Feels good Max," I encouraged him.  "Don't stop."

       He didn't.  He slowly sped up his fucking motions as the pleasure of
it took control of him and he became lost in the pleasure.  I heard him cry
out in pleasure and knew he was getting close.

	"Cumming," he sighed, and then he was.

       I felt the shots go past my anal ring and into me to be stopped at
the end of the condom and be trapped there.  Max continued to fuck until he
stopped cumming.  He slowly pulled out of me and sat back.  I turned around
and instructed him how to remove the used condom and to tie it off and
dispose of it properly.  He came back from the bathroom and lay on the bed
next to me.

	"Thanks," he said.  "That was so cool."

	"You're welcome," I said.

       He snuggled up to me and slowly closed his eyes.  A moment later I
did the same.

	I fucked him the next morning.  I woke up to find Max intimately
exploring my cock.  I shivered at the good feelings I was getting.

	"That feels good mate," I said.

       Max smiled.  "That's partly the idea and I wanted to explore it a
bit, never having touched another guy's willy before."

	"That's cool," I said.

       I leaned back on the pillows and enjoyed the stroking I was getting.
It felt good and I was getting really aroused.  After a while Max stopped
and then looked at me.

	"You'll go easy on me, will you?" he asked.

       I nodded.  "I will.  In fact I have an idea for that.  Once I get
you lubed and prepared, I'll lay flat on my back and you can get on top of
me and slowly ease my cock into you at your own pace."

	Max liked that idea and I could see him relax a bit.  He lay on his
side and relaxed as I took my time in preparing him for my cock.  Max
reached for the KY and rubbed a thin film over my cock shaft before he got
on top of me.  I lay on my back and relaxed, holding my cock as he brought
his ass down on it.  Max certainly took his time in getting my cock head
inside of him and when he finally did, he held still for a few minutes as
his body slowly got used to having cock inside it.  Then he slowly pushed
himself down on it until he was seated on my hips.

	"Wow," he said.  "It feels weird inside me.  My ass feels like it's
been stuffed full."

       I grinned.  "Take your time in moving up and down on it.  Once you
think you're ready to change places, just say so and we will."

       Max took a breath and started moving up and down on my cock.  I
could feel it moving inside of him and it made me hot!  I closed my eyes
and sighed, the pleasure building up.  He kept moving slow and from the
moans I heard he seemed to be enjoying it.

	"Feels so good," he moaned.

       I smiled.  "Good.  It's supposed to feel good."

       He rode my cock for another few minutes before rolling off me and
onto his back and presenting his wet, slick hole to me.

	"Please," he whispered.

       I got between his legs and rested them on my shoulders.  I gently
drove my cock into him and he moaned out loud.  Once I was completely
inside of him, I relaxed for a moment and then began to fuck him.  I took
it easy on him because it was his first time.  I thrust deep into him each
time, the pleasure getting too powerful to ignore.  I settled down a bit
and then really began to fuck him.  Max groaned in pleasure as he felt his
ass being plowed.  I was close to cumming in his nice tight ass.

	"I'm cumming," I groaned as I felt my cock shoot my teen load into
his ass, continuing to fuck him good.

       I felt Max's anal muscle clamp down on my cock and milk a bit more
cum out of me.  Both of us sighed once the pleasure receded and we relaxed.

	"That was awesome," was all Max could say.

       I definitely had to agree.

       We made sure the house was proper before his parents came home
around ten.  His parents were happy that Max was safe and sound.

	"Thanks for staying overnight.  We were told that things are okay
again and that we don't have anything to worry about.  We have a special
number to call if we need to," Mr. Pirkis said.

	"Good.  That makes me feel better knowing you have help nearby," I
said.  "I do wish you folks much luck."

       I left the house and headed to the nearest railway station.  I had a
long journey ahead of me.



	I had talked to Q and he informed me that all of the tangos were
properly accounted for once they had sweated the information out of them.
I didn't want to know how and Q never said.  There are some things better
left unsaid or asked.  I set off after Max and his parents thanked me
again, heading back to the jet and Sammo.  I hummed a merry tune, feeling
good about how things worked out.  I had my first solo adventure and it
worked out quite well.  I suddenly remembered Neil and I reached for my
cell and dialed his.

	"Psychos R Us," Neil replied on the fourth ring.

       I chuckled.  "Bellevue Hospital."

	"Hey bro!" Neil's voice came down the line.  "What's up?"

       I laughed out loud.  "You have to ask?"

	"Your one-incher?" Neil shot back.

       I groaned as he roared in laughter.  "You think you're funny, don't
you?"

	"I am," Neil replied.

	"What's your situation?" I asked.

       Neil got serious, "Just sent off an action report to the base via
the net.  Hell of a job."

	"I just had my own solo job myself.  Heading back to the jet right
now.  The others will be wondering what's happened to me," I replied.

	"Cool.  I'm currently relaxing at Aaron and Haley's.  Having a good
time," Neil said as he sighed.

	"Oh?" I said picturing him flat on his back getting his nuts sucked
out of him through his always hard cock.

	"Yeah," Neil sighed once more.

	"You horny little devil," I cracked.

	"And loving it," Neil laughed.  "When will you guys be leaving?"

	"Soon I hope.  I'll call you when we go wheels up," I replied,
approaching the ticket window for the underground train.

	"Cool.  Be waiting for your call," Neil said and then hung up.

       I closed my cell and got my ticket and waited for the train to
arrive.  As I stood there, I got the funny feeling I was being watched.  I
casually glanced around and noted the people standing around me.  I went
over to the Coke machine to see if anyone would follow.  One man did and I
took note of him.  He was dressed like a businessman and to the casual
observer he didn't seem like a threat.  I hoped my instincts were wrong,
but they rarely are and I paid attention to this guy.  I do hate being
wrong at times and I didn't want to be wrong about this guy.  The train
arrived and I got on.  I saw him move down two cars and get on.  I found a
seat and relaxed, but kept my guard up.  The train got started and left the
station.

       In the first hour it stopped at four stations and some people got
off.  I looked up when I heard the door open and the man stood there,
holding his briefcase.  I felt myself go calm, and recognized danger.  I
slipped into Getsumi no Michi and felt anger directed at me.  I stood up
and the man suddenly moved, dropping his briefcase and charging me, one
hand moving under his jacket.  I reacted lightning fast, trapping the arm
inside of his jacket as I started a throat strike.  He didn't even blink as
he managed to deflect the throat strike and turned my hand aside.  I
shifted and introduced my knee to his gut.  He definitely reacted to that
as I shoved him back into the pole hard.  Nobody had reacted yet to the
fight.  I grasped the hand that deflected the throat strike and turned it,
bringing it up behind his back.  He pulled his hand out from underneath his
jacked that I had pinned to him with my body and it was holding a small
automatic.  I recognized it as a Walther.

       A lady finally noticed what was going on, screamed the word gun, and
suddenly the car was cleared of passengers as they rushed out both ends.
Good.  That meant I could really get down to it.  I yanked on the hand
behind his back hard and he yelled.  I slapped his head into the pole twice
and he staggered back against me.  He tried to bring his gun to bear but I
stopped him from doing that by grabbing the wrist and squeezing hard.
There is a reason why I am continuously squeezing a small rubber ball, and
it was paying off.  He screeched and dropped the gun.

	I didn't hesitate.  I flipped him over a few of the seats and
followed up with a right flying kick as he bounced up off the floor.  His
face met my size eleven foot and he went down once more and didn't get up.
Fight was over.

       I leaned over him and patted his pockets down and collected what I
found.  Usual stuff in his wallet, pound notes, a credit card, and lint.  A
small picture of me with a red X through it.  I had been marked.  Nothing
new.  The druggies back in Colorado had done the same when I first went to
live with Dad and we both had a grand old time taking them to the cleaners.
A couple of business cards.  Pair of gloves.  Then there was the gun.  I
picked it up and cleared it and then examined it.  It was marked with the
British Secret Service seal.  Q needed to know about this.  The train
stopped about the time the man on the floor stirred.  The doors barely
opened when a crowd of suits came storming in with guns drawn.  I
recognized Bond in the front of the group.

	"Nice to see you," I smiled as I handed him the Walther.  "You
might want to show this to a friend of ours."

       The man looked up at me and spat at me.  "You were to die for
interfering with us.  My friends are angry because you took our sacrifice
away from us."

	"Oh wah," I remarked sarcastically.  "At least you are the last.
We got your leader locked up and you clowns are finished."

       He began to laugh.  "Who said I was the last?  Are you sure you have
our illustrious leader locked up?  I think not."

       I groaned.  These guys didn't know how to quit.

      James Bond just sighed.  "I'd better pass this on and alert MI6."

	I finally boarded the jet an hour later.  The guys looked up from
the main table as I came into the conference room.

	"Hi Dad," I greeted him.

      He stood.  "Glad to see you son.  What happened out there?"

	"Long story.  Let me go see my hubby and I'll be right back," I
said.

	"Do it and then buckle yourself in.  We're wheels up in a minute,"
Dad said.

       I spent a few minutes with Sammo and then went back up front and
buckled myself in.  Twenty minutes later we were over the Atlantic heading
home.  Sammo came out and sat with us and I related all of the events,
including the time I spent with Max.  Dad nodded the whole time.

	"Glad you're okay, Shiro.  I was starting to worry about you," Dad
said.

      Sammo reached out and put his hand over mine.  "I wasn't worried.  I
knew he would come back."

      That simple declaration of faith moved me.  I smiled at Sammo and
returned the hand squeeze.  I felt good about what he said, and a touch
guilty that I had sex with someone.

	"Let's get you back into bed, lover.  We've got much to talk
about," I said.

       I escorted Sammo back to the bedrooms and closed the door.


End of Episode #24
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