Date: Fri, 21 Jun 2002 23:20:55 +0200
From: Andrej Koymasky <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com>
Subject: Infamous Trade 02/17

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INFAMOUS TRADE
by Andrej Koymasky
(C) 1998 - 2002
written the 20th of July, 1995
translated by the author
English text kindly revised by Jer

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USUAL DISCLAIMER

"INFAMOUS TRADE" 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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SECOND

Saigon - April 1975

It's dead of night. Chem, armed with a small pistol, is walking along a
corridor of an abandoned building. Both he and Tao Sim, a massive guy
walking at his side, are wearing captain's uniforms and badges of the
South-Korean Army's Tiger division. A few steps behind, three Korean
soldiers carry assault rifles. Their goal is tapes with all the names of
men working for the South-Vietnam secret service. The KCIA wanted them and
sent two of his best men.

Chem had a hard life on the streets and in the correctional houses. He
earned a living working in the stench of slaughterhouses and sewers. He had
been in prison for pick pocketing. To avoid starvation he slept under
bridges and smuggled drugs. He also prostituted himself and his life became
better. But meanwhile, he reached his first two goals -- he raped the
thirteen year old grand son of Kithan and killed Wade.

He attracted the kid offering him sex with an eleven year old virgin girl.
He lured him into the cellar of an old abandoned house and here, under
threat of a pistol, forced him to undress. Then he tied him spread-eagled
to an old heavy bench. Then he too undressed, went on top of him and
forcefully penetrated the boy, fucking him with violence and pleasure,
enjoying the boy's screams, until he reached his orgasm. Then he dressed,
leaving the boy there, crying and tied. He returned several time a day to
the cellar to rape the boy, keeping him there for three full days, without
feeding him. Finally, after throwing away all the boy's clothes, he freed
him, leaving him nacked, alone and trembling in the underground cellar.

As for Wade, Chem lured the man by offering him a kid to deflower for very
little money. Wade didn't recognize little Chem in the lean seventeen year
old boy offering him the trade. So he fell into the trap. While he was
leaving with the kid that he had procured, Chem followed them and in a
narrow lane, he shot him dead with his silenced revolver. A single shot to
the nape of his neck. The man collapsed without a single moan. The little
kid just ran away. Chem lowered the corpse's trousers and rapidly shot
three bullets into his ass hole, then pushed his pistol up there and left
him there, sated.

When he tried to blackmail a powerful homosexual government Minister, he
was offered the choice of going to prison or enlisting in the Army, he
opted for the last solution. As a new recruit, he played the role of a
young man always ready to satisfy all the requests of his superiors, mainly
the sexual ones, supplying them girls or boys. His servility earned him
several promotions. Then he met Kim Jong and entered the secret service.
Trading with drugs smugglers and suppliers of military supplies, he started
to become rich. Money couldn't console him for the loss of his parents, but
it did compensate him by giving him a comfortable life after so much
suffering.

And now he was going into the heart of the secret police to take those
tapes -- before handing them over to the KCIA, he intended to make copies
all of them. One day, they could become useful to him personally.
Apparently all the occupants had deserted that maze of a building, thinking
only to remove any traces of their having been there before the Vietcong
arrived. The squad advanced silently and assuredly in the maze of the
deserted corridors.

They reached the room where the tapes were and stopped at a gesture from
Chem. Inside, three policemen in Vietnamese uniforms were filling a
suitcase. Five against three, they could easily get rid of them.

"Don't leave any witness." he whispered to his companion.

Sim nodded with an amused smile. He suddenly entered with his companions
and they fired point-blank -- before they could be aware of what was
happening the three Vietnamese were dead. They entered and Chem ordered the
three soldiers to finish filling the suitcase. It was over. It had been
easy, simple.

Kevin Black, twenty five year old marine corporal, his light machine gun
leveled, was entering the building of the South-Vietnamese secret police.
Black, with marines Juan LaPorte and Maxey Twentyman, were escorting CIA
agent Brian Show. He had to enter the computer room and collect the burning
tapes with the list of all the men of the Vietnamese secret service -- they
absolutely must not fall into the hands of the Vietcong. It was a list of
about ten thousand South-Vietnamese citizens who worked for the government
of the South and for the Americans.

Normally Black, with his two companions, were responsible for the security
in the American Embassy.

Maxey, twenty three years old red neck from Georgia, was nicknamed TBF, The
Big Fucker, said to Black: "If they fuck me, make sure that they send my
butt back home. Don't let them bury me here. They have cocks so small that,
if they get hard, you can use them like a toothpick!"

Juan didn't even want to hear about death -- he said that naming it, would
put a face on it. He was a handsome young Porto Rican man from Brooklyn. He
enlisted in the marines together with Black, and they did their training in
California. They became close friends. Together they were sent to Vietnam
where they met Maxey when they were assigned to security service. Juan was
married and left behind a small child. Black met them at the swearing
ceremony, shortly before leaving. Kevin had been the tops in the course,
and was really proud. He even won the karate tournaments, winning against
Juan who was very brave and skilled.

Black spent some good moments in the Corp before leaving for Vietnam -- he
owed that to Grace, his girlfriend, who flew to see him every time she was
free. They hadn't made love yet. She wanted to wait until she was married.
He didn't regret this, rather he felt it was right. And she was at his side
with affection and tenderness, and Kevin needed that more than sex. She,
and not Kevin's parents, went to share with him the most exalting day of
his life, when he became an effective marine. That day ended the eleven
weeks of the training where he experienced, and got over, all the sadism
that the instructors pour on the young recruits.

Black was a karate champion, he won no less than thirty two trophies facing
and winning against the strongest American wrestlers. But no experience
could be compared with the emotion he felt when he found himself under a
scorching sun, on the parade field with his Company, and heard his name
called as the best man of his platoon. He took a step forward. The band
played the hymn, Black pushed back the tears, feeling a knot in his throat,
and understood he was more than ever in love with Grace, who came to share
his triumph. Only she understood how important that day was to him, and
when the restaurant where she worked denied her the day off she asked,
without a second thought she gave notice.

His mother, a mediocre actress in second-rate theaters, believed herself an
undiscovered genius, and his father, an agent always busy running after
business, didn't even consider making the journey. Black soon understood he
had nothing to share with his family and clung to Grace. The only friend he
had was Dan Robson, a bald recruiter sergeant, a real nasty piece of work,
as ugly as sin. The man was aware of that, and cheerfully said that God
made him ugly, then hit him in the face with a shovel for the shame. Dan
had been his first karate instructor and taught him to conquer loneliness
by becoming skilled at something. He transformed him from a fearful
adolescent into a well disciplined wrestler and provided him with the most
efficient and fearsome weapon -- an unbeatable will power.

Then Dan had been recalled to Vietnam, where he died. So Kevin decided to
enlist. After finishing boot camp, Kevin had been sent together with Juan
to the Marine Security Guard School. Here Marines were trained to maintain
security at American Embassies and Consulates. Before leaving for Vietnam,
he spent his two weeks of leave at the home that Grace shared with two
friends. She gave him her room and went to sleep with one of the girls. He
spent enchanted days near Grace, tender and affectionate as always.

But Vietnam changed Kevin and for sure didn't help his relationship with
her. A year before, for the first time he had killed, when his squad had to
force back a group of Viet terrorists who tried to sneak into the Embassy's
park. To kill a young man three feet away, reading the terror in his eyes
while he was falling, completely shook up Kevin. And that night he cried,
giving vent to his tension -- he was not ashamed in front of his friend
with whom he shared his room on the top floor of the Embassy. Juan left his
bed, sat on his friend's bed and hugged him whispering to him to calm
down...

And the contact between their bodies, their naked skin (they were wearing
only military boxers) awakened something unexpected, unforeseen, and in a
short time both were completely naked. Tightly embraced, they started
kissing, and gradually began making love. In reality they didn't do any big
thing. They limited contact to brushing against each other, getting more
and more excited, until they both came. Kevin, after that, suddenly fell
asleep.

Next morning, waking up, he suddenly recalled what he had done last night.
He blushed in shame. He looked towards Juan's bed -- he was still sleeping.
He thought that, if it was not too late, he had to apologize to him -- he
couldn't understand what happened to him! So he got up, put his boxers back
on, and sat on the edge of Juan's bed. Gently he shook him, his heart
beating like mad.

After a while Juan opened his eyes, smiled and said: "Hey, friend! How are
you?"

"I wanted... I wanted to apologize for past night..." Kevin stuttered,
blushing.

His friend looked at him taken aback: "And what for? We both needed it. Are
we or aren't we friends?"

"Do you think... we needed to give vent to our tensions?" Kevin asked with
a hint of hope as he could find in that a satisfactory answer to the
frenzied excitement that seized him on the previous night.

"No, friend... we needed... I needed you and you me... we needed affection
and we gave it each other, and it was great, wasn't it?"

Kevin was confused. He looked at his friend and said in a whisper: "But
we're not... you are married, I have a girlfriend..."

"And so what? I simply need you now and you me. We share a room and nobody
has to know nothing. And I... come here... I want you again..." he said
pulling off his sheet and showing him his strong erection.

Kevin looked at him almost fascinated and felt something stirring inside
himself. On instinct, he lowered his hand to caress it. It was hot, soft
like velvet, hard like steel. It was such an intimate, and pleasurable
contact, that made Kevin feel bewildered, but pleased, ready for his
friend. He let Juan pull him onto the bed, slip off his boxers, embrace
him. Their hot bodies felt each other, and quivered with passion. When Juan
tried to kiss him, deep in his mouth, he surrendered almost at once and
rather, participated greedily and eagerly. They fondled and groped each
other all over their bodies, in mutual discovery, while their arousing
reached high peaks of intensity. And when, after another deep and long
kiss, Juan whispered him that he wanted to be taken by Kevin and offered
himself to his friend, he understood that not only he was ready to make his
friend happy, but that afterwards he too wanted to feel that same emotion.

Kevin sank inside his friend's hot hole, and felt he was in paradise,
especially when he saw the wide, sweet smile Juan was welcoming him inside
himself. Urged by his friend, he started to move out and in with increasing
pleasure, that was not purely physical. He felt that they were becoming
more than friends, so much more, even if he was not yet able to give it a
name. He reached an orgasm he never could have thought possible. And he
felt he was filling Juan not only with his seed, but with all his soul!

Then, he offered himself to his friend, longing to feel him inside him.
Juan guessed that it was Kevin's first time, so he slowly prepared him,
until Kevin begged, urged, implored to be taken. When Juan's glans started
to widen his untouched hole, he opened relaxing, eager to welcome all the
rest of the powerful tool. And when he felt it slip inside, strong and
determined, unrestrainably reaping his virginity, he let out a very low,
continuous moan of intense pleasure, caressing the strong, small muscled
buttocks of his friend. And when his strong friend started to dance inside
him in a joyful rhythm, brushing against his prostate, and Juan started
teasing his nipples and smiling to him, his spent manhood came back to
life. He shut his eyes and enjoyed all those new and wonderful sensations.
And at last they both reached an orgasm, the second for Kevin, with sheer
joy.

Juan was not gay -- he simply, from his adolescence on, liked doing it both
with girls or boys. Only with close friends, in a virile sharing of
tenderness. He never did it with strangers, and even less for money,
thought often, especially as a boy, he received offers in that sense. No,
for Juan that was the supreme proof of friendship, the best and only way to
tell the other "you are not just a plain friend, you are a real, real
friend!"

But Kevin discovered that to him, it was much more than just that. He now
could understand why he felt Grace more and more as a sister than as his
girlfriend, why he accepted without problems nor difficulties not to have
sex with her, because near her he felt tenderness, sweetness, but never
excitation, arousing -- he was gay! He didn't reach at once this
conclusion, but he got to it, helped by the repeated exchanges of affection
and of wonderful sex with Juan. And he accepted it with serene awareness.

At the same time, they became friends with another Marine, Maxey. On
Christmas day they all went to a pub together. Kevin was asking himself if
he should write to Grace about everything, or to tell her by phone, or
should he wait for his first leave to the States? Anyway, he wanted to be
honest with her. He owed her that. But at that moment he felt he was not
ready to tell her the best way. Moreover by telephone, on Christmas day...
it didn't seem right to him.

At that moment Maxey started to quarrel with a man in the Army, because he
told him that he had a "cock-decoy" on his T shirt. The man asked him
belligerently what a cock decoy was. Maxey answered that if he didn't know,
it was for sure not him the one to explain him.

The soldier, big and tall as a closet, climbed down from the tall stool and
told him: "Hey, Shit-face, are you saying I'm a faggot?"

Kevin and Juan had to intervene and draw Maxey outside before the two
killed each other or the MP's arrived.

When outside, Maxey started to laugh convulsively, almost hysterical, and,
in a sob, said: "if he knew that really the big faggot is me!"

Kevin looked at him unbelieving: "Come on, you, TBF, a fag? Who do you want
to swallow that? You always have a little Vietnamese hanging from your arm
and looking at you with adoring eyes! You! Everybody knows that you are the
greatest fucker among the Marines!"

Maxey laughed: "Don't you know that those flirts, only want to earn some
money? After taking you to their homes, are ready even to supply you their
brothers? Only the choice, old, young, big, small... and ready to do
anything. Never touched a woman in all my life, friends, my word of honor!"

"You are drunk..." Juan said.

Maxey looked at him almost taken aback: "You saw how much I drank, you know
that it is not true. What is it, are you annoyed having a fag friend? Do
you fear I can infect you? Do you remember Manny Lee, the black marine they
killed last month? That one who enlisted hiding the fact that he was only
seventeen? The one who shared his room with me? For three years we were
lovers, if you want to know. He was my wonderful, passionate, tender
lover..." he ended almost in a sob.

"Friend, nothing changes for us. And we are really sorry that you didn't
lose just a roommate. But don't tell things around so easily -- you know
that it's not good, don't you?" Juan said him.

Maxey laughed again: "You two... is not 'around'. You are my only friends.
Real friends. And I know that you fuck, you two -- I can hear you at night,
through the wall. Happily for you it's me sleeping there, and on the other
side there are the stairs. It is you two who have to be more careful..."

After that day, the three became inseparable. So inseparable that they
managed to always be on duty together. And now there they were, on a
mission with the CIA man.

They heard male voices and stiffened -- so, somebody was there. They
couldn't make out what the voices were saying. Another Marine remained
outside, in front of the door, watching the jeep to prevent it falling into
the hands of deserters, who now fleeing were stealing anything that they
could get their hands on. Kevin brushed his transceiver thinking to call
him in for support -- A third generation Italian boy, Al Bellini was twenty
two years old and strong as a bull. But then he decided it was better if he
stood on watch near the jeep.

He signaled to the others and they went forward on the two sides of the
corridor, hugging the walls, while Maxey protected their backs. The CIA man
followed, spiritless. They reached the two sides of the glass door and saw
the Korean soldiers, and the Vietnamese dead on the floor.

They burst into the room through the threshold and threw themselves behind
the desks, their weapons leveled at the Koreans: "Keep still! Nobody move,
weapons down on the floor!" Kevin barked.

The Koreans remained frozen. Everybody remained still, but no one put his
weapon down. Kevin recognized the two Korean officers -- they often came to
the Embassy, they were men of the Korean secret service. They were allies,
after all. But they were collecting what they were sent to take.

"What are you doing here?" Kevin asked to the two Korean officers.

Chem, with a smile, put the pistol he had in his hand into his holster,
while Sim quietly answered: "Captain Yung has been assigned here to
conclude some business. Our Ambassador was worried for his safety, so we
have been assigned to him as guards."

"Did you come on foot or with an Embassy car? We didn't see any car out
there. Who accompanied you? How is it that nobody is waiting for you, if
you really are on official mission?" Kevin asked, always keeping them in
his men's sights.

Then Chem approached him and said with a smile: "I am not bound to answer.
If you want information, you have to go to our Embassy."

Kevin read in that smile a deep hatred, a menace. He raised his weapon
towards the officer's chest: "Stop there!" he shouted.

The Korean soldiers raised their rifles, ready to shoot. Kevin thought: "My
god, here a slaughter about to happen..." and he shot a little at the side
of Chem hitting one of the computers against the wall on his back. Chem,
impassive, threw an order in Korean, without turning to look at his
soldiers. Kevin understood that the officer guessed what was happening and
that, understanding that they were out numbered, the Americans, shooting
from sheltered positions and with better weapons, could easily get rid of
them. The soldiers lowered their weapons.

Kevin then said: "Out of here... and without that suitcase."

"I am an officer, my rank is higher than yours. I'll take that suitcase."

"You'll not take a fucking thing. Leave with your little dogs."

"You have your life safe, friend. Don't became greedy." Juan said from
behind his desk, waving his weapon.

"And no tricks, understood?" Maxey laid it on thicker from his post.

The Koreans, at Chem's sign, left without complaining. They heard their
paces going down the corridor.

"We got fucking close. I got stomach's cramps..." Juan said standing up.

Kevin put his hand on his shoulder: "Calm down, friend. We are close to
returning to the civilized world. Let's just take those tapes and you'll
see, in a week you will be home in Brooklyn with your daughter and your
woman. Let me just hear from Al if the Koreans left this bog of a place..."
he said calm, slipping out his transceiver from his belt and turning
towards the door.

He had just put it near his lips when he saw Show plunge into the room
bypassing Juan and Maxey as if he was strongly pushed. The agent staggered
and fell on his knees bending his head. On the nape of his neck and on his
bulletproof vest there was blood. He lied down inert, while Maxey shouted a
curse. Juan saw the blood and threw himself near Show to help him while
Maxey turned, his weapon level, towards the door. It was then that Show
literally exploded -- a grenade, the kind with the timer. They killed the
man cutting his throat, slipped the grenade in his pocket, and pushed him
inside the room.

Juan screaming was wrapped by fire, Maxey was hurled into the corridor by
the blast. Kevin, who had just dodged the dead, fell on his back, saving
his life. The effects of the explosion were anyway strong enough to throw
his head against a desk and to lose consciousness. He didn't hear the shot
that in the corridor killed Maxey. He didn't see Chem entering and seizing
the suitcase.

A few moments after Chem left, Kevin opened his eyes and felt a sharp pain
in his back. He was hearing an insistent buzzing in his ears and was
covered with rubble, papers and glass burst out from the monitors. He felt
the acrid smell of smoke and the taste of his own blood. He heard the
sizzling of the fire that was still burning here and there and the screams
of his agonizing friends. Completely upset and without breath, he slightly
moved his arms, then his legs, his butt -- everything seemed to be in
order. He struggled not to fall again unconscious, though he keep his eyes
open. He was scared, a mad fear, but with his fear he felt a ferocious
hatred towards Chem. Cautiously, prudently he managed to stand up, he took
two steps swaying and feeling his head heavy as if it wanted roll down from
his neck, he had only time to notice that the suitcase with the computer's
tapes had vanished, and fainted again going limp, backwards on the
lacerated, but now still, body of Juan, who had at last ceased to suffer.
Kevin unconsciously pressed the knob of his transceiver that in some ways
was still in his hand...

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER THIRD

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