Date: Tue, 1 Jul 2008 08:21:56 +0200
From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com>
Subject: A Spy Can be in Love 01/11 (Military)

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A SPY CAN BE IN LOVE
by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2008
written on March 4, 1992
translated by the author
English text kindly revised by Will Hawkins

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USUAL DISCLAIMER

"A SPY CAN BE IN LOVE" 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 1 - Korobilo's Promotion

In a grey office in the huge Lubyanka Palace two men in uniform were
seated, on opposite sides of a massive desk. A pale sun that made the
room even more depressing was filtering through the bare windows. Only
the expensive furniture, so inconsistent in that rather dreary place,
let one understand that this office belonged to someone very important
in the KGB hierarchy.

"It has been a failure, Comrade Jusichev a real failure!" the stout man,
who was sitting with his back to the wide frosted glass hall windows,
said in a harsh tone, but in a low voice.

"Well, I really don't think so, Comrade Colonel... Sergeant Korobilo is
carrying on his work really well, as you know..."

"Korobilo, Korobilo, you always brag about Comrade Korobilo precisely
because he is the only one who has given us consistent results. He is
nothing but the exception that proves the rule; the exception that
proves the failure of the Dacha Operation. After all the money we have
poured into it! Anyway, I would like to understand why Korobilo succeeds
where his companions have all more or less failed. I have studied his
dossier, and see that he does not have a background or personal
characteristics much different from his companions... I have his secret
dossier here and there is nothing in it to answer the question."

"Comrade Colonel, I have a theory... The fact is that young Comrade
Korobilo carries out with a special... competence, shall I say, and even
passion, well, yes, even with passion, the duty to which he has been
assigned. The others, on the other hand, even though I know they are
doing their best... are like counterfeit coins."

"Are you suggesting, Jusichev, that our secret agent Korobilo is a
homosexual?"

"Well, Comrade Colonel, I shouldn't make such a severe indictment
against him, you can understand..."

"It is not a case of indictment, Comrade Jusichev. I just want
understand what Korobilo has that his companions do not. In this case
the civil law does not apply, we are the KGB and we are... exempted from
following the law, as you know perfectly well. Now, tell me all the
facts you know and give me your opinion, too - does Korobilo succeed
because he is a homosexual?"

"You see, Colonel Zhithikov, because the targets we follow are
homosexuals, they probably can feel, possibly in a subconscious way, if
our agent is or is not like them... I do not think that even choosing
young, handsome boys, with a... tasty appearance, so to say, is enough.
In bed, in my opinion, even though our men make themselves participate
in the practices of their targets, they cannot manage to be...
believable, and our targets feel it. Moreover, even though our men, out
of discipline and their devotion to the cause, accept an unnatural
sexual relationship, the subjects they have to spy upon are not likely
fall in love with a person who only goes to bed with them out of a sense
of duty. But if they do not fall in love, they will not lower their
defenses; they will not allow themselves let slip out those confidences
we would like to know... This is my theory, Comrade Colonel..."

"I see... an interesting theory. Well, if it really is as you indicate,
we have no other choice than to look for those of our agents who are
homosexual and move them to the Dacha Operation. Don't you agree?"

"The problem is that, being well aware that our laws punish those who
manifest such tendencies... none of our agents would ever admit to them.
I think that also Korobilo, in my opinion, would not..."

"Let's stop this nonsense! Let us stop talking as if we really believed
that a good Comrade automatically cannot be homosexual. Here nobody can
overhear us, therefore I can quietly put forward that this idea is only
the product of our propaganda. For as you know, our most recent studies
indicate that at least one man in twenty is homosexual, and according to
American studies, the figure may be even as high as one in ten... and I
think they are nearer to the truth than are we. Therefore, among the
cadets of our agent's school, we should be able to find enough
homosexual youths to make the Dacha Operation work. I will give you one
month to find them and to insert them into the body of the Dacha
Operation. If you think it appropriate, take Sergeant Korobilo as your
assistant. Order him to stop working with the target he has now. It is
better to lose one of our targets today if we will be able to find ten
more tomorrow. But remember well - we absolutely cannot allow another
failure. I give you carte blanche, but start to work at once. I'll sign
the service order... and keep me informed."

Zhitnikov filled out the form, signed it, and gave it to Jusichev. He
then started to examine other documents. Jusichev understood that as the
signal he was to leave. He stood up, saluted and left, going to his
office.

He gave the form to his secretary, "Korobilo - ASAP - to report here!"

"Yes, Comrade."

Jusichev started to study his copy of Korobilo's dossier for the
umpteenth time. Once in a while he copied onto another sheet some parts
or added notes. He doubted he could give satisfactory results to his
chief in a month as was demanded, and he knew that if he didn't at least
partially succeed, he would have to say goodbye to his career or worse.
At times he scratched his head with the pencil tip, immersed in deep
reflection. Could he possibly, even with Korobilo's help, find a way out
of this unpleasant impasse? But would the Sergeant even admit what he
suspected?

The following day, when Jusichev arrived at work, he found Korobilo
waiting for him in his outer office. He had him enter his inner sanctum
and take a seat in front of the desk.

"Comrade Korobilo, Colonel Zhitnikov and I are really satisfied with the
results you have had in your work for the agency up to now." he started,
with an indulgent smile.

"Thank you, Comrade."

"We analyzed carefully the reason for your success in order to try to
understand it and also the reason for your peers' almost total failure.
And we believe we have found that the reason is quite simple. While your
companions pretend being homosexual in order to ensnare the subjects in
whom we are interested, you become involved with the people to whom we
assign you at a deeper level, because you really are homosexual. Is this
analysis right?"

Korobilo stiffened a little on his chair, a reaction which did not
escape his superior's notice, and said, "Comrade Jusichev, our laws
condemn and punish homosexuality severely. It is one thing to pretend to
be one, to obey a superior's orders, and a different thing really being
one. I am a good communist, Comrade."

"Nobody doubts it, Korobilo. But in this office, nobody can hear us and
above all, I do not have any intention of doing you harm, on the
contrary... You see, if you are a homosexual, you are absolutely the man
we need. If you aren't... we would have to find another man to whom to
entrust the... New Dacha Operation. To make myself as clear as possible,
I need a real homosexual, do you understand?"

"Comrade, you are asking me to... to compromise myself."

"No, Korobilo. I am only asking you to help me. Officially, if you help
me, your sexuality will not be noted in any document. But I, do you
understand, in order to involve you as the responsible person for this
new operation, need to know."

"Forgive me, Comrade, but... you just said you are convinced I am such a
person. From where did such a conviction come?" the young man asked,
staring into his superior's eyes.

"In trying to understand the reason for your success and the failure of
the others, I examined with a great care all the filming we have been
able to shoot of your... performances with the subjects assigned to each
of you, yours and those of your companions. Well, it is quite evident
that while the others carry out their duty feigning a pleasure they
don't really feel, you really feel that pleasure. You quite evidently
enjoy what you do in bed with those men... You could pretend to me at
being a better actor than your companions... but you see, I've noticed
that when you undress, you already have a hard-on even before your
subject touches you... and this cannot be just acting. Moreover, when
your companions have let their subject sodomize them, all of them lose
their erection almost at once, while you remain hard all the time...
Should I go on with more examples?"

"No, Comrade... you don't need to..." the agent admitted, trying to
control his shaking.

"Korobilo, I told you and I repeat... you aren't running any danger in
being truthful with me. So, then, do you confirm or deny my conjecture?"

The agent assented with a nod, looking his superior in the eyes, trying
to find a confirmation he really could trust Jusichev's words.

Jusichev smiled. "Good. It's really important - believe me. At this
point all your companions will be recalled and assigned to different
duties. You and I, instead, will at once start to organize the New Dacha
Operation, the NOD. First of all, I will ask Colonel Zhithikov to get
you an immediate promotion to Lieutenant. You will supervise the
instruction of a new group of agents, rather, you will first have to
recruit them, examine them, instruct them and put them to the test and,
when you feel they are ready, you will bring them here to me and we will
give them the subjects to follow. Is everything clear?"

"To ah-'recruit' them, Comrade?"

"Yes. You have, in other words, to discover who, amongst the cadets that
are following the special course to become agents, is surely homosexual.
Once you have singled them out, they will start attending the dacha that
you well know, is where you will instruct them and prepare them for
their special duty. All the material that has been used in your
instruction will be at you total disposition, and if you need it, also
any new material for which you may ask."

"And... 'examine' them?"

"Of course. You have to be absolutely certain that they are not only
homosexual, but also uninhibited. To state this in the clearest terms,
if you judge it useful and necessary, you will have to take them in your
bed and have sex with them. In the field of their sexual performances,
you have to ask them to do with you, or with whom you choose for this
purpose, all kinds of sex. They have in fact to be not only handsome,
attractive boys, but also very versatile in bed accepting what the men
we assign them may ask them, and be happy to do it. Without any
inhibition. All this should be... rather appealing to you, isn't that
so?"

"It is... even too appealing. What is the reverse of the medal, Comrade
Jusichev?"

"There absolutely isn't any reverse of the medal, believe me. If in
doing what I'm asking you we will be able to bring success to the NOD,
you will only get promotions, comfort, privileges and honours."

"All right, Comrade Jusichev. But if one of the cadets decides to report
me for... for sexual harassment, for sexual soliciting, or something
like that?"

"You will have total, complete, absolute immunity, of course."

"Shall I have complete access to the cadets' dossiers?"

"Total access, also to the secret files."

"Also to the control systems in operation in the students' zone and in
the dacha? When I was a student there were whispers about the fact that
all the rooms had microphones and some also well hidden cameras..."

"In effect, some of the rooms are monitored."

"Can I know which ones?"

"The dormitories and the recreation room, from what I know."

"I think we will also need them in the toilets, in the showers, in the
locker-rooms of the gyms, and I would like having a total and exclusive
control of them."

"I understand. If they don't exist, as I believe, we can have them
installed. And all the system will be controlled only from a central
location entrusted personally and exclusively to you. Is this alright?"

"Yes, of course. And... how will I be introduced to the cadets?"

"What role would you have, officially?"

"That of a... a special counsellor... or something of that sort."

"No problem. What more?"

"Will the responsible officers, the instructors and the personnel of the
cadet's academy be informed about the real aim of my presence at the
courses?"

"Only the director, but he will be bound to secrecy."

"What in case of a conflict of authority?"

"As you will be a Lieutenant, in case of a direct confrontation, you
have to act according the rank of your opponent. But in case of
problems, it would be enough for you to give me a telephone call and
there will be intervention from the highest levels. If you give us a
motivated opinion, your decision will prevail if this is necessary for
the good functioning of the NOD. Is this sufficient?"

"Yes, surely. But when I will... let's say... single out the cadets apt
to our work, how can I at the same time take care of the recruiting and
the formation of the group?"

"At first you will have to divide your time between the two tasks, but
then you will gradually form your staff, choosing among the agents you
will have selected and instructed. You understand we have to shape a
structure beginning from zero. At first it could be somewhat difficult
for you... but then the rewards will be equivalent to the effort."

"And tell me, Comrade, among the NOD's members will there eventually be
allowed sex outside the... ordinary duties?"

"You are asking if there can be sexual relationships that are not
exclusively justified by your work."

"Just so."

"With discretion and as long as they don't jeopardize the NOD, yes. I
mean, in private and without letting it become apparent...

"But I would that in the dacha there was a total freedom, no a priori
restrictions."

"It will be you who sets the rules inside the dacha. You should of
course ask my approval before hand and my counter-signature. I don't
think, in any case, that there would be any objections raised."

"May I speak frankly, Comrade?"

"Of course, it is necessary."

"In the dacha, can there also occur... orgies, if I value them as
useful?"

Jusichev laughed and nodded in assent, "Any and everything among you,
but with an absolute exclusion of persons not part of the NOD,
absolutely never in front of aliens. And only being sure nobody comes to
know about it, outside the dacha. Not even KGB personnel, besides me, of
course."

Korobilo nodded several times, as if immersed in who knows what
thoughts.

"Well, Comrade Jusichev, I feel we have defined the main points, at
least in the major areas. I will need a service order, the clearest and
most detailed possible, especially about my responsibilities and my
authority..."

"Of course. Come back here tomorrow morning at eight o'clock. I will
have an office ready for you in this wing of the building. Anyway
remember - you and I are in the same boat. No secrets with me, no
reticence, full trust and collaboration."

"This would be reciprocal, I assume, Comrade Jusichev."

"Absolutely. You can go, Korobilo. Settle all the matters you have
pending and close your cases. See you tomorrow."


As the Sergeant left, Jusichev opened one of the drawers of his desk,
rewound the tape of the recorder hidden in it and using the headphones
listened again to all their conversation, taking some notes. He then
prepared the report for his superior. He then extracted the tape from
the recorder, made a copy of it, shut the original in the safe and put
the copy in his briefcase, a copy that he would hide elsewhere, in one
of his private safes.

Early in the afternoon, he went to Zhitnikov and showed him the draft of
the NOD project. The Colonel approved and initialled it, and signed all
the needed documents to officially start the NOD. The following morning
Korobilo received his promotion to Lieutenant, his order of service, and
got his new office. He admired the plate on the door with satisfaction -

Lt. Aleksandr Korobilo Supervisor, Special Section Experimental
Operations Coordinator - NOD

He went in and sat at his desk. As in all the offices, there was a
security safe. He choose the opening code, wrote it down on the
appropriate form which he put into an envelope and sealed and upon which
he wrote his name and rank, that would be kept in Jusichev's safe. He
then went to the window that overlooked the central courtyard. He looked
at the big, black service cars and asked himself when he too would get
one...

He turned and looked at his office - it still was bare, unadorned, and
impersonal. He felt the need to give it his personal imprint. He
recalled that Jusichev, that same morning, told him he would soon have
another office in the Cadet School along with one in the dacha. He was
undoubtedly on a career fast track. And this wasn't, as he thought
before, in spite of being homosexual, but because he was a homosexual!
This amused him. He was even authorized to have sex when on duty, with
the boys he would single out...

Right, but this was indeed the most delicate side of his new duty -
making those amongst the cadets who were secretly homosexual come out...
Would he succeed? And without too many problems? He recalled the time
when he was a cadet. He always did his best not to betray himself, not
to let anybody suspect his sexuality... And when he had been enrolled in
the Dacha Operation, he had been chosen only because he was one of the
handsomest, like his companions. Imitating them, he too pretended to
hesitate, to feel ill at ease... He let himself go only when he was in
bed with the subjects entrusted to him, and now he understood that he
owed to this unforeseen mistake his present luck. Luck, yes... but only
if he succeeded in the new duty entrusted to him.

He called the office of Jusichev's secretary to find out when he would
get the dossiers of the cadets. He was told that the duplication order
had already been issued and sent to the central archives, together with
the order to send him also all the copies of the dossiers on new cadets,
as they were recruited. He also asked to be sent a copy of the
organization chart of the school, an updated plan of the academy
building and of the dacha, and a schedule of the cadets' activities. She
promised he would get all he asked as soon as possible.

He had nothing more to do, therefore, after reading again the internal
regulations book and the security book, decided to go out.

He went to the Gum Supermarket to look for something to decorate his
office. He could have looked at the Lubyanka internal storehouse, but he
was sure he would have found nothing to his taste in there. He toured
far and wide all the department store floors, including the balconies
around the central hall, looking carefully at all the items, mentally
choosing what he liked best and noting where he could find it again.
After he ended his first, general tour, he started again, stopping only
where he had seen items he wanted to buy.

He bought three ornamental plants, a table photograph frame, an old
inkpot with pen and pen-nibs, a bunch of cyclamens and a vase in which
to put them, a pewter statuette representing a "Hero of the Work", that
is a naked, athletic man represented walking with a determined pace,
with a sledgehammer on his shoulder. The regime rhetorical art, Korobilo
thought with pleasure, loves those symbolical nudes, to the joy of men
who loved men as he did.

Loaded with parcels and bags, he went back to the Lubyanka. He smiled to
the entrance guard to whom he showed the pass he had just received, went
with the lift to the fourth floor, walked down the length of the
corridor to new his office, where he set out all his purchases. For sure
now the room had a more personal look, was a trifle more comfortable. He
watered the cyclamens and sprinkled the three plants, transferred the
ink from the anonymous small bottle to his new and beautiful inkpot, put
the empty frame on the desk, near the pewter statuette. What will he put
in that frame? His own picture? The picture of his last, secret lover,
Ivan, heroically dead in Afghanistan? The beautiful colour picture of a
half-nude Nijinsky he had at home? For the moment it could stay empty.

The telephone rang. It was Jusichev who wanted to know if everything was
all right.

"Yes, Comrade Jusichev. But, at least for the moment, I have still
nothing to do..."

"Don't bother yourself. You can even go home, if you like. Soon you will
be so busy that you will surely make up for these few hours."

"Comrade Jusichev?"

"Yes?"

"Can I live my private life without worrying, now, when I am not on
duty?"

"Do you want to know if you can take a... friend to your home?"

"Yes, more or less."

"The usual rule - discretion. When you shut your home door, nobody will
be interested in what happens behind it. If you want to have a steady
relationship... or if you would prefer having a new friend every day...
it's your business, as long as you are not caught in the act by the
police in a public place."

"Of course, I understand - not in the parks or in the public
restrooms... I never have done it there anyway. But up to now I never
dared to take somebody home for some intimate moments, because I feared
there could be... there could some kind of... control."

"No, your home is clean, I can assure you."

"Are you really sure about it?"

"More than sure. As I am your direct superior, only I could issue the
order to put a bug in your apartment, and I didn't do it."

"Thank you. I trust you..."

"You have to. I would never risk taking you for a ride, to fool you. I
know it would not be wise. You have to be able to trust me as I have to
trust you."

Korobilo was feeling moderately euphoric. Of course, he had to be still
very careful, but he could possibly trust Jusichev...

He left his office, shut the door, locked it with his new key, and went
out. On the way home, he decided to walk through the park facing the
left wing of Lomossonov University. He knew that there, at any hour,
there were plenty of University students and other men looking for a
secret encounter. He had often noticed it, but he never dared to cruise
one of them. He now could finally allow himself to try, even though
still using all the needed precautions. If he were lucky, he could
possibly take one home, into his bed and make love without worrying.

He slowly walked up and down, his hands in his pockets, looking with
pleasure at the young men seated on the benches, lying on the grass, or
walking like him. At times, he crossed eloquent glances but didn't stop
- he was looking for somebody he really liked very much. After his last
"programmed adventure" as he called his duty, where he had no choice in
the subject he had to try to take in his bed and spy on, he now finally
wanted to reward himself with the luxury of making his own choice.

At last, he noticed a boy who caught his attention. He was wearing a
jacket and trousers of a light grey and under the unbuttoned jacked he
was wearing just a white tank top; he had on white tennis shoes with no
socks. A thick mane of black hair parted on the left crowned a beautiful
long face characterized by piercing eyes and well-drawn lips. He decided
it was worth trying with that young man and hoped to be lucky.

The boy was leaning back, his hand on the low fence bordering the track,
following with his eyes a group of students in gym shorts and tank tops
who were training. Korobilo went near him and he too leaned against the
fence to look at the runners. After a while, he took out a package of
cigarettes, put one between his lips and pretended to rummage in his
pockets searching for matches.

Then he addressed the boy, with a smile, "Sorry... do you have a light?"

"I don't smoke, I'm sorry... I do sports, so I don't smoke..." he
answered looking at Korobilo with a shy smile.

"Do you do sprints like those boys?"

"No, I am a marathon runner."

"University team?"

"Right."

"And why aren't you training, then?"

"Already finished for the day. I'm just resting."

"No tobacco, no alcohol... and no sex, I guess."

The boy had a hint of a smile and shook his head, "That's right only for
the first two..."

"Ah, I see. I think that I too could renounce smoking and drinking, but
not to the third one." Korobilo said with a sly smile. "But for the
third one there must two..."

"Right and unhappily it's not always easy."

"That's true, and of course if one has tastes... somewhat peculiar like
mine..."

"Peculiar? What do you mean?" the boy asked, with an interested
expression.

"The one I look for has to be handsome, intelligent, youthful, and
passionate but sweet in bed, uninhibited... and not asking immediately
for a serious relationship..."

"Ah, we have very similar tastes, then."

"Really? I'm pleased... But we didn't even introduce ourselves. My name
is Aleksandr. Yours?"

"Ivan."

"I had a very dear friend named Ivan. He died in Afghanistan two years
ago..."

"I see. That's sad. How old was he?"

"If he were alive now, he would be twenty-three, four years younger than
me."

"Twenty-three... my same age."

"Another coincidence... But he had hair of a beautiful pale golden
brown, the same color as a field of ripe wheat."

"I would have liked to have had light brown hair..."

"No, why? You are really handsome with your black hair."

"Do you think so?"

"Sure. Listen, Ivan, how about going to have a drink together? Not an
alcoholic one, of course. Will you come to a coffee shop? It's on me, of
course... I have just been promoted at my work, and I would like to
celebrate, but not alone..."

"Sure, anyway I have nothing to do until 4:00PM - and congratulations on
your promotion."

Korobilo was more and more certain he had found the right boy. Neither
of them had yet said anything that could be taken to express a
physically attraction in the other one, but Korobilo could feel, deep
inside, that the boy was attracted to him. They sat in a coffee shop and
sipped a tall drink, chatting of this and that. But without being
conspicuous, each of them was gauging the other. After a while, Korobilo
looked at his watch.

"I'm starting to feel a little hungry. What about coming to my home so I
can fix something for us to eat?"

"If I wouldn't be a nuisance..."

"No, on the contrary... So we can go on chatting some more. And if you
come, I would feel less lonely. My home is not far from here, just a
fifteen minute walk... that should not scare a marathon runner like
you..." he said, with a smile.

"Of course not. Alright then, thank you, I'll come."

When they were in the apartment, Korobilo had him sit in the kitchen and
started to prepare their lunch.

After some time, Ivan said, "It's rather hot in here. Would it bother
you if I take off my jacket?"

"No, no, go ahead. You can hang it behind the entrance door, on the
right, there is a hanger."

The boy came back in his tank top. Korobilo admired his arms and chest
and the desire grew to see him naked, to touch him... Ivan's baggy
trousers didn't allow Korobilo to guess what they covered, but he
thought that, judging from what he could see, the hidden part would not
be bad at all.

"You seem well built..." he said, continuing to look at him.

"It's important for one to take care of his body, of his appearance...
and not only for heath's sake."

"Right. Also to be desirable?"

"Of course."

"Who knows how many conquest you have to your credit!"

"I can't really complain... And mainly there at the park, where we met."

"That's why you were there?"

"No, not today, but... Did your friend Ivan have a good body? Do you
have any pictures of him you could show me?"

"Yes, to me he really was handsome He had a swimmer's body. Later I will
show you some pictures."

"Do you miss him?"

"Yes, very much. We were close friends... intimate friends."

"Intimate friends..." Ivan repeated, sitting on the tabletop, and then
asked, "Did you meet often?"

"Yes. When he was here in Moscow, and he was off duty he always left his
barracks to come here, to eat with me. He often sat there on the
tabletop, while I was preparing a meal, exactly as you are doing now.
Then after we ate, we went to lie down on my bed to tell each other
things, to relax together, to make plans for the future..."

"It had to have been very beautiful, your... intimacy."

"It was really wonderful. And I miss him a lot, even now."

While they ate, they changed the subject. Then Aleksandr went to get his
Ivan's pictures and showed them to the boy, who paused looking at a
picture where he was wearing a swimsuit.

"Yes, your friend was a really handsome boy. I can understand why you
are feeling lonely..." and after a short silence, added, "Would you like
to go to the other room, to lie on your bed as you used to with your
friend?"

"Yes, that would be nice."

"Today is a very hot day... does it upset you if I also take off my
pants and keep on just my briefs?"

"Not at all. With Ivan at times we lay down totally naked. We liked to
look at each other... to admire each other."

"Yes, I can understand. I too would like very much to be able to admire
your body... Undress too, come on... let's take off everything..."

They undressed completely and lay naked on the bed, side by side. Only
their arms were lightly touching. For a while, they remained in silence,
still, staring into each other's eyes. But then Korobilo put his arm
around Ivan's shoulders and pulled him closer.

With an emotional voice he whispered, "You know... at times we also
kissed each other, my Ivan and me..."

"You can do that... and with me you can do all the rest, Aleksandr,
everything and anything... I would like to make love with you..." the
boy said in a murmur, pushing himself against Aleksandr. They kissed,
and Ivan lowered a hand to caress Aleksandr genitals, which answered
immediately to that agreeable contact, becoming turgid.

Korobilo shuddered from head to toe and squeezed against himself harder
the good manly, athletic, young body of the student.

"Do you know that you're really handsome? And that I desire you, Ivan, I
really desire you very much..." Alexander murmured to him, his voice
slightly harsh from the passion that was growing within him.

Aleksandr caressed Ivan's firm little buttocks and with a tempting
finger teased the boy's hidden hole, and Ivan shuddered in his arms.

"I too desire you very much. You really are a beautiful man,
Aleksandr... but please, I want you to take me first. I'm dying with the
need to feel all this pole inside me..."

Then Aleksandr rolled over on top of him, inserting his legs between
Ivan's. The boy spread his legs wide and took Aleksandr into him with a
soft sigh of pleasure. They made love in silence but with passion and
vigour, taking each other in turn, and Korobilo thought that it was a
pity that Ivan was not one of the cadets of the Agency School. In any
case, he hoped they could become friends, and that they could meet
again.

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 2

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