Date: Sat, 6 Nov 2004 17:35:41 -0800 (PST)
From: Bill Thomas <hottoppop@yahoo.com>
Subject: Senior Moment, Part 13

Mike knelt beside me and started acting like a doctor;
he took pulse rate, examined scalp, checked pupils.
After a few moments, I asked if he knew what he was
doing? "When Paul called, he sounded very upset. He
answered a few questions and that's when I told him
about spending 3 years in med school. That's why Paul
then told me everything that had happened." I looked
at him with amazement in my face . "I graduated from
high school at 16, did -med at Georgetown, and then
went on at Tufts. I thought I wanted to be a medical
missionary but you have to love medicine and I came to
realize that I didn't; not enough anyway"

"And you didn't think that was important enough to
tell me?" I asked in a peevish voice; I was
immediately ashamed. "Forget that last question Mike;
I'm a bit upset here." We were interrupted by Tran's
voice from an overhead speaker. He asked if Mike was
there and Mike answered yes. Tran's nephew, the
doctor, then took over and explained to Mike that Paul
had spoken with him and then went on to tell him that
there was a small dispensary at the other end of the
hall from where we were and that in it, Mike would
find what he needed to begin taking care of Charlie.
There was blood in the freezer that probably needed to
be thawed, and that it would be another 15 minutes
before he and Tran arrived. They signed off and then
Mike told me what to do, I followed his orders now. We
moved Charlie and I helped as much as I could.

At one point, Charlie opened his eyes and seeing Mike,
he called out. "No no, no, I'm not ready to die, no
Roddy, no." When the other two arrived, the nephew
took over, the Doctor asked Tran and me to leave. Tran
protested; he was very emotional and on the edge of
breaking down. Mike gave him a hug and said Charlie
would be "OK!" I then told Tran what Charlie had said
when we were moving him. I took Tran's hand and led
him out; we went downstairs.

"I will tell you some things now that you need to
know. Charlie saved me; he saved my two sisters. We
owe him everything. In Viet Nam, I became his and
Bruce's hooch boy. I cleaned, cooked, ran errands and
provided other services. They quartered inside the
embassy walls. I was 12 or 13 when I started. Our
mother was Viet , our father was French, a business
man. When the war began to go badly in the north, he
ran off further south and we, being of mixed blood,
were outcasts. We fled to Saigon where my mother hoped
to find our father and to work for the Americans. She
was well-educated and spoke 5 languages. We soon
learned that my father had been killed; probably by
the uncle who took us in. He was my dead aunt's
husband. My oldest sister, 14, he turned into a
prostitute. My mother was his concubine and began to
drink too much; she tried to blot things out. By doing
what she did, she fed us and kept a roof over our
head. My little sister, Marie, was then only 8. I
spoke English and French so I was sent out to pimp.
Bruce and Charlie were assigned to the embassy; I
solicited there, just outside. Those two thought I was
"cute." Maybe a month after I began working for
Captain Charlie and Captain Bruce, I introduced Bruce
to my sister and they became involved very quickly. He
would visit Michelle often at my uncle's place. He
paid my uncle to keep him from making money off of
her. My mother had died by then; the uncle was our
keeper. Charlie never went nor did he ask for me to
find him someone for comfort; he loved his wife. One
of their duties was to entertain visiting people of
importance. Maybe a year, almost two perhaps, later,
Bruce asked me to find a girl for a visiting
congressman from Texas. He would bring this man to my
uncle's that night and while he stayed with Michelle,
that other man would be taken care of. My sister was
now working in the embassy and saw no other man but
Bruce.

Bruce and the congressman had been bar hopping and
were quite drunk when they arrived. This Texas man was
very huge. He was taller and bigger all over than
Charlie and fat. When he took of his pants the girl I
had found ran away. His cock was too large. He was
very angry at my uncle and at me. He saw my little
sister and said something about her being too small.
Then he looked at me; his eyes were filled with evil
lust. He pointed at me and asked, "How much for the
boy?" It took only a minute for my uncle and the fat
man to agree on a price for my body. "I tried to beg
but my uncle said it's you or your sister. I then
tried to run to Captain Bruce; I called to him but he
did not hear. My uncle and the fat man caught me and
pulled my clothes off. The fat man bent me over the
table, face down and told my uncle to stuff my mouth
with his cock. My uncle, a strong man, took both of my
hands in one of his and used the other to push my face
into his crotch. He became erect and then pushed it
into my mouth. He did that very quickly and I was
gagged by his flesh. I struggled to breathe. I felt
huge hands on me; they pulled and grabbed me all over.
Then the Texas man pushed one finger, then two into
me. I almost passed out. I screamed but the cock in my
throat prevented any sound from being heard. He held
onto my waist and spread my legs with his knees. His
huge prick ripped into me. I screamed in silence. The
pain was unbearable and I passed out for a few
moments. When I came to, my uncle was grabbing his
crotch and screaming too. I had bitten down on him and
his manhood was hanging onto his body by bloody
threads of flesh. I yelled to Marie to get Bruce. She
ran. My tormentor was pounding his huge cock into my
body. The pain, although less, was intense; I still
remember it. Tran's face was covered with his tears as
he told me this. Marie could not wake Bruce but was
able to tell Michelle what was happening. Michelle ran
to get Charlie. The fat man, having cum once and
paused for only a second, was intent on  again. He was
still tearing at my ass with his prick when Bruce, now
awake, came through the door. I was sobbing in pain
and fear. My uncle had picked up a meat cleaver and
was coming towards me. Seeing this, Bruce spun towards
him and turned the cleaver around quickly and it went
deep into my uncle's belly. The Texan did not notice
anything going on around him; he continued to fuck me
as hard as any man could do that to another human
being. Then Bruce hit the congressman over the head
with a kettle. He went unconscious. He yanked the fat
man from me. As he pulled from my ass, his huge cock
erupted again and again covering my back with his
yellow cum. His cock was covered with cum, ass slime
and blood. A mix of all three ran down my thighs.
Bruce told Michelle to take Marie and he carried me in
his arms like a baby back to the embassy. Quickly
explaining to Captain Charlie what had happened, he
asked Charlie to tend to me. Charlie told Bruce to do
that; then Charlie grabbed his camera and went back to
my uncle's place. He took pictures of the still
unconscious congressman. He placed my uncles bloody
cock in the congressman's mouth and took that picture.
He took one of the congressman with the cleaver in his
hand. He turned my uncle over the floor and rolled the
congressman on top of him and took that and then he
reversed the two and took another. He put my uncle's
mouth on the congressman's ass and took that and
finally he took pictures of the Texas huge cock
covered with everything. I know about these pictures;
I destroyed them after the congressman died a few
years ago.
Charlie pulled the fat, naked man outside of my
uncle's place and then he set it on fire. He got a
Marine, one that he knew, who was then passing by to
help him bring the partially conscious fat man back to
the embassy. He ordered the Marine who helped him to
be silent forever on what he had seen and helped do.
When Charlie came back to quarters, he sent Bruce to
be with my sisters and he himself bathed and dressed
my wounds. He was so very very gentle for such a big
man. I fell in love with him at that moment and I love
him still.

Charlie's father, also a general in the Corps, was
stationed  as well. Charlie told him everything that
had happened I believe. The next day, the congressman
and my two sisters were on a plane back to Washington.
The congressman, after seeing Charlie's quickly
developed pictures, became our "best friend." He was
of high rank in the senate and all immigration
problems were quickly taken care of. The sisters went
to Charlie's father's wife, Sylvia. She became like a
mother to them. I stayed with Bruce and Charlie in
their quarters. I was not able to travel that quickly
and the congressman did not want to see me at all; not
then, not ever. He knew what he had done and there was
great guilt in his heart. My sisters wrote to me
often; Sylvia had them both in school and they were
happy. Michelle was in love with Bruce and he with her
even though thousands of miles separated them.

I stood then and walked towards Tran, thinking to hug
him. "Please sit, Mr. Bill. I am not finished. "Bruce
was very lonely for my sister. I loved him almost as
much as Charlie. One night, after he came in after
drinking quite a bit. Charlie was away for a few days
and we were alone. I was so lonely and I was cold. I
waited for him to undress and get into his bed and
then I climbed in under the covers with him. I reached
down and gently took his beautiful cock into my hands
and began to rub it so softly. Bruce at first tried to
push me from the bed. I begged, "Captain Bruce, let me
do this for you. I love you and you love my sister."
He was hard by then; he was under the influence of
alcohol, and my hands were very talented. He stopped
resisting and I lowered the covers. I twisted my body
down and took him into my mouth and sucked him with
great loving care. I explored his shaft with my tongue
and then his huge scrotum. He was like a water
buffalo." Charlie smiled at me and laughed then. I had
a hard on that he could see easily. I licked and I
sucked and I  his belly, his cock, his balls and then
his ass. Finally his hands reached down to my head and
he pulled me up and hugged me to him. He kissed me
many times. HE called me Michelle and I did not mind
that at all. If that is what he had to do for his
conscience, I did not mind. He put me over onto my
back and he lifted my legs and spread them apart. He
entered me with his big cock. It did not hurt me. I
loved him. That night we made love many times.
Finally, he took my small boy cock in his hand and
brought me for a third time to eruption. The first two
times I had cum and not even touched myself. Bruce was
gentle and loving man. We continued this many times
but only when Charlie was not present.

"One night, Captain Charlie caught us. We thought he
would be out a long time drinking but he came home
early. We were naked on top of the bed. Bruce was
fucking me hard and we did not hear Charlie come in.
He grabbed Bruce and beat him and beat him and beat
him. Bruce was not a big man; he was strong but not
anything like Charlie. Charlie called him every dirty
name that you have ever heard. Bruce finally curled
into a ball and tried to protect himself from the
punishment Charlie poured down onto him. The officer
in the next room tried to come in but Charlie shoved
him aside and told him to get out and mind his own
business  he wanted some  the same. Then Charlie
grabbed me and put me over his lap. He beat my ass.
You have seen him do that. It was me that he was
beating the other day, not Carlos I think. I took it
silently knowing that it was deserved. I became erect
and my cock went between Charlie's huge, muscular
thighs. He was even bigger then. Charlie himself had
by then an erection. You understand, he was drunk?"
Tran asked me, looking straight into my eyes. I
nodded. Tran continued, "His nickname then was , 10.
He then put me down on the bed, face down, dropped his
pants, and rammed his huge cock into me. I was not
ready. It all happened too quickly. I screamed and
screamed. Charlie fucked me hard, so hard and all the
while swearing and calling me names. Bruce tried to
pull him off of me and Charlie knocked him
unconscious. By then, the Marine next door had gone to
get General Putnam, the father. He came with his
Gunny. Gunny was also a huge man, Black and bigger
even than Charlie or his father. The general was fit
and as big as Charlie. Gunny broke down the door. The
general took one look and exploded. He told Gunny to
get Bruce and me to the infirmary and that he would
deal with his son. Gunny took Bruce first. By then,
Charlie was aware of where he was and what had
happened. He stood naked by the bed. His father told
him to stand at attention and then the General started
on Charlie. He hit him first in his gut with both
fists. Then he started on his chest and face. Charlie
stood absolutely quiet, still at attention. His father
quietly called him a dirty ass fucking  and every
other word for queer that you have ever heard. General
Putnam told him that he was a disgrace as a Marine, as
a man and as a father. He asked Charlie what he
thought his son would think of a father like Charlie
were he to find out. Charlie said nothing and the
General continued pounding his son. By the time Gunny
returned to take me, the older man had run out of
words and anger and strength. He turned to Gunny and
said, "I want no record of this. I want Bruce on the
first plane out of here. I want you to forget this
happened as shall I." He then turned to Charlie, "I am
 in you. My heart is breaking. Damn you Charlie, Damn
You." With that, he turned and left. Gunny started to
pick me up to take me away. "I begged him to leave me,
"I need to take care of Captain Charlie. Please.
Please let me do that. I am alright. He will not hurt
me again." Charlie still stood. His mouth was bleeding
and the bruises from the punches his father had given
him were beginning to appear. Gunny nodded and left. I
went to Charlie and managed to get him to sit; I think
he was in shock. I got towels, soap and I bathed him
and put him to bed. I  did that again today.  I don't
know even now how his mind works.  One thing I do
know, Charlie loves you and he may be in love with
you.  Please, Mr. Bill, be careful of him and be good
to him.  I love him."

I went to Tran; I hugged him to me.