Date: Thu, 19 Dec 2013 13:18:51 +0000
From: Chris Johns <chris-johns@hotmail.com>
Subject: Laotian Love Affair

This is a love story in four parts. Charlie Forrest is a young helicopter
pilot and Lek is the son of a Laotian drug baron. They find love in a
jungle setting in South East Asia that survives the trials and tribulations
of capture by drug runners and the might of the United Nations.

			    LAOTIAN LOVE AFFAIR
				 Prologue

The rain was sheeting down reducing visibility to a few yards. The
temperature gauge showed outside air at 5 degrees C.

"Better put the engine intake de-icing on John, just to be on the safe
side."

"De-icing on Chas. You really know how to pick them don't you? Your last
flight and it has to be the nastiest I have flown with you."

"Hell, it's the nastiest I've flown with me. Where the hell did this volume
of rain come from? It's like a Far East Monsoon."

John laughed.

"Huh, good training for your next job then."

Chas grinned as well. His next flight would be in the Far East. He was
going to fly for a Dutch company in Indonesia.

"The difference is that the temperature gauge will rarely drop below 20 and
I can live with that."

Chas handed over to John and sat thinking about his good luck. One year ago
he had considered himself lucky to land this job with Irish Helicopters
flying Bell 212s into the Celtic Sea. They had trained him for a British
Instrument rating and he had clocked up nearly 700 hours heavy lift time.
Coupled with 500 he had accumulated on Wessex Helicopters in the Royal Navy
he now had the hours necessary to land a good training captain's job with
Schreiner. He had done the Puma conversion in France during his last leave
and would go straight out to Djakarta after a week off. This was Christmas
Eve and he was booked on an Aer Lingus flight to London in about two hours
time, provided this weather didn't ground everything at Cork Airport.

"Time to call approach Chas."

Chas looked at his watch, all being well they would be on the ground in
about fifteen minutes.

"Cork Approach, Cork Approach, this is Helicopter Echo India Alpha Whisky
Kilo, over."

"WK, Cork Approach, you are loud and clear, go ahead."

"WK request joining instructions for an ILS Approach."

"Roger WK, turn right on to heading 090, and standby to copy weather."

Chas repeated the instruction, Jack carried it out and Chas copied the
weather information. He read it back and was cleared to tower frequency.

"I have control, Jack, this will be my last instrument approach for a
while, I might as well do it.

A bumpy ride down the glide slope followed and they hover taxied to
dispersal to unload their passengers before moving to their own
dispersal. A short run from the chopper to operations and they were soaked.

"Thank Christ that's over John. Thanks for your help, now I need to finish
up here, say goodbye to the boss and head for the main terminal."

They shook hands and Chas was gone.

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Djakarta was steaming hot as Chas disembarked from the Garuda flight he had
taken from Singapore. Garuda were still not allowed to fly into London, so
Chas had flown Singapore Airways and changed at Singapore, much more
pleasant system. Now he needed to find his way to the offices to start his
tour.

The operations manager was a shock for Chas.

"Hello Dick, don't tell me your my boss again."

Dick Saker grinned at Chas and nodded.

"'Fraid so buddy, just like old times."

It wasn't quite, Dick had been Chas's ab- initio instructor in the navy,
flying Hiller 12Es and then the old Whirlwind 7s before moving on to Wessex
5s for commando training. Chas had done one tour on a commando helicopter
squadron and then a two year stint on SAR Helicopters. He was only on a
five year engagement so he had left the navy at 23 and gone straight to
Irish Helicopters for the year.

"I'm not going to be your boss here for long either. A telex arrived a few
hours ago. You are going to be seconded to a United Nations backed unit
operating in the jungle on the Thai/Laotian border."

Chas was shattered, this sounded like another combat tour.

"No way Jose, I got out of the navy because I didn't want any more combat
jobs."

"Yes way. The UN asked for a couple of pilots and your qualifications were
perfect. 700 hours on 212s makes you ideal for this one. Carrot for you
though. Do one year on this secondment and you are promised a Chief Pilot's
slot, or a Senior Training Captain whichever one you like."

Chas thought about that, he was only 24, this could catapult him into
senior operations management before he was thirty if he didn't screw up. He
couldn't realistically expect that under normal circumstances.

"Ok, Dick, I'll take it, but I want the promise in writing signed by the
ops director."

Dick grinned, "I've got it here already typed it will be in Holland
tomorrow and back here by the end of the week, just enough time for you to
get your Indonesian Licence so that we don't waste any time when you come
back."

Chas didn't really mind. A stint with the UN wouldn't hurt his CV at all if
he ever needed it again.

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				 Chapter 1

The noise made by the two bladed rotor of the big Bell helicopter could be
heard for miles, even though the `chopper' was flying low, just skimming
the tops of the trees. The little men, with their train of heavily laden
mules, looked at each other and grinned. They moved off the trail into the
deep cover of the tertiary jungle and waited. It was almost hysterically
easy to avoid the air patrols, except that these little Laotian men weren't
prone to hysterics. They did however discuss the stupidity of the United
Nations backed air patrols. They never caught any of the drug smugglers
with their noisy flying machines.

The Thai government were happy to accept these machines operating from
their bases, knowing that when the futility of the operation was realised
the helicopters would be left and incorporated into the Thai Air Force. The
ground patrols were having a little success, but it was clear that tons of
opium was getting across the border and continuing its journey to the drug
buying population of the West.

Chas Forrest was a British ex Royal Navy pilot, seconded to the special
unit that was manning the patrol helicopters. At twenty-four years old,
Chas was a newly promoted Flight Captain in the UN, who had jumped at this
opportunity, for what he thought would be some excitement and a fast track
into operations management. Plus, of course, the benefit of time off in the
capitol, Bangkok, where he could indulge his sexual appetite for the
beautiful young men that were to be found in profusion in the gay bars and
clubs.

The reality was very different to his original perception of this job. Long
boring hours patrolling the borders in the golden triangle, looking for
drug smugglers. A Thai co-pilot who spoke English and whom Chas was
training for command at the same time as he was carrying out the
patrols. The two observers were also Thai but spoke no English, they passed
all their information to Adisak, the co-pilot who translated it for Chas.

Chas knew that Thai Air Force officers were not very well paid but Adisak
always appeared to have loads of money when they were off duty. He wondered
if the young lieutenant came from a wealthy family who subsidised his
entertainment. After a couple of months Adisak took Chas to meet his
parents and he was even more confused. They were quite poor, and obviously
proud of their son in his smart uniform and driving an expensive
convertible sports car.

Chas indulged his sexual appetite when away from Adisak and was always in a
good mood when they returned to Chiang Mai to start another series of
patrols. The two observers also appeared to be spending more than Chas
thought they earned but kept his own counsel on that one as well.

The ground patrols started to have more success and that was when things
changed for Chas as well. Half way through a patrol run, Adisak handed Chas
a slip of paper.

"We have to drop down into a clearing at that location, Chas, to pick up a
load."

Chas queried it and Adisak just shrugged and said he had received the order
from base. Although it was a first, Chas flew to the co-ordinates on the
paper and landed in the clearing that immediately filled with little men in
peasant dress carrying sacks, which they piled into the chopper.

Loading finished and the little men disappeared into the jungle as quickly
as they had appeared.

"We have to take this load to this location, Chas."

When they arrived, they were, as Chas knew, now across the border in
Thailand, having picked up in Laos.

The location was another clearing on the edge of the jungle and the reverse
happened. Lots of little Thai men emptied the cabin and disappeared again.

Chas clicked then and looked aghast at Adisak.

"We've just become part of the smuggling ring haven't we?"

Adisak grinned and nodded.

"Yes, and we will have much money for our next trip to Bangkok."

Chas was furious. He was almost fanatically anti drugs.

"You and this crew won't be enjoying any runs into Bangkok except for your
court martial's. We are going straight back to base."

He lifted off and set course for their base.

"Chas." Chas looked at Adisak who was now pointing a revolver at him.

"I like you, Chas, but I can't allow you to do that. You will return to our
pick up point, now."

There was no point in arguing, Adisak was making it quite clear that either
he complied or he would be dead and dispatched from the door of the
chopper. The two crewmen were both holding evil looking knives ready to
act. So, he did as he was told.

They landed as before and exited the chopper after Chas had closed it
down. The groups of little men appeared again, but this time they were
carrying camouflage netting, and within minutes the chopper was covered
completely and would, he knew, be invisible from the air. They were about
five miles inside Laos so he doubted a ground patrol would penetrate this
far so the chopper would remain hidden.

Chas's arms were tied behind his back and a loop of rope was thrown over
his head and pulled fairly tight round his neck. Adisak tied the other end
round his waist and told Chas.

"Keep up with me and you continue to breath."

The crewmen took Chas's flight bag and tied it to one of the mules that had
presumably brought part of the drug load and they set off along a barely
discernible jungle trail.

They walked at a good pace for nearly two hours and Chas guessed from their
direction of march that they were now about thirteen or fourteen miles
inside Laos. No chance of rescue from here was his thought.

The leader of the drug smugglers met them on arrival at a very pretty
little village set back a little way from a river and concealed by
trees. Between the trees and the river was an expanse of grass on which
lots of boys of all ages were playing.

The leader gave an order and Chas was pleased to be released from his
restraints. He wasn't pleased at the next order that was translated for him
by Adisak.

"Take off all your clothes Chas, including your boots and socks. Don't
protest or argue because if you do the leader will have you whipped, I
promise you."

Chas looked at the leader and thought Adisak might be right and he could
hardly consider escaping if he had been whipped, he couldn't think about
escaping naked either, but that wasn't his first thought, so he stripped
blushing furiously as he removed his underpants. There were about twenty of
the little men stood round as he stood up, covered his groin and received
applause.

"Stand normally, Chas, the leader wants his men to see their new
plaything."

Less and less Chas liked this situation, but he couldn't see any way to
improve it at the moment. He didn't have anything to be ashamed of in
between his legs but he wasn't an exhibitionist.

Adisak scoped him out thoroughly and then nodded to the two crewmen who
moved in and started stroking Chas's body. He jumped back and pushed the
crewmen away. Adisak still had the rope in his hands that had been tied to
Chas so he swung it in such a way that it impacted Chas with some force
making him squeal with the shock.

"Don't ever move until you are told to Chas or I have been told to punish
you."

The boys resumed stroking him and despite concentrating on other things he
couldn't help but get an erection. Lots more cheering from the watching
men, soon to be joined by some of the inquisitive boys from the playing
field, Chas felt even more embarrassed. Things got worse. Adisak took the
camera from Chas's bag and made him squat by a nearby wall while he took a
photo.

"Open your legs nice and wide Chas, let's get a good shot of that cock."

It was a good shot as well, he showed it to Chas as ribald comments were
made about the size of his cock.

"I'm glad you won't be using that on me. But I promise you I will be using
mine on you."

Chas was quite shocked at that comment, he had no idea he would be expected
to indulge in boy/boy sex. He was a dedicated top, but he had seen a load
of Thai boys during his sexual romps and they were all quite small in the
cock department so he didn't think Adisak would cause him much trouble and
he guessed the Laotians would be the same.

The two crewmen left him alone once he was erect, but one of the village
boys jumped in and took Chas's cock in his hand and stroked it, looking up
at Chas and grinning.

"I like your cock, but I'll like it even more when I hold on to it while I
fuck you."

Adisak was laughing so hard he could hardly speak to translate.

Chas looked shocked at the little lad in front of him. He could only have
been about fourteen. Adisak guessed Chas's thoughts on the subject.

"He is old enough to use his man tool, on you Chas."

Short conversation and then Adisak spoke again.

"He wants to see your man pussy, so open your legs wide and bend over. Use
your hands to pull your cheeks apart."

He refused point blank until he felt a searing pain across his
buttocks. One of the crewmen had picked up a small bamboo stick and swung
it just the once. Chas was bent over legs well spread and his hands pulling
his cheeks apart. He felt a finger penetrate him and wanted to die of
shame.

There was more talking between the leader, Adisak and the boy.

"The leader says you are to go with the boy and do anything he asks. The
boy is his son so I would be very careful Chas if you want to keep your
hide."

The boy led Chas to a village house set apart from the others and fenced
completely. It was quite pretty and Chas guessed this was the head man's
home. Before entering the house the boy took him by the hand to the back
where there was a small outhouse that turned out to be a bathroom of sorts,
at least it had a shower and the boy quickly undressed and taking Chas's
hand again led him under the shower head before pulling a cord to unleash
the water. He gave Chas a bar of soap and said, "Wash."

Chas looked at him and said, "You speak English?" The boy grinned and in
perfect English said, "Of course, I have only just returned home after my
`A' Levels. I was at Harrow school."

Chas was almost speechless. "So you are eighteen?"

"Yes, and my name is Lek, I know you are Chas and you are a helicopter
pilot."

Chas nodded.

"Well let's get washed and you can take me to bed and fly me to the moon."

He looked a little uncertain for a moment.

"You do know how to make love to a boy, don't you?"

Chas smiled and thought, `this won't be a bad life if I am going to be able
to make love to little cutie's like this.'

"Mmm, yes I do, and I think I will take much pleasure making love to you."

Showers complete, by which time both young men were sporting very hard
cocks.Chas thought Lek's was very pretty, quite small with a straggly array
of pubic hair. That didn't matter, what was important to Chas was the fact
that Lek was almost to pretty to be a boy, he looked very young, his body
was slim and mature but not muscled, he was very pale apart from the two
pretty little nipples. He had no further hair on his body apart from under
his arms.

`I am going to take great pleasure in making love to this boy', was Chas's
thought as they walked into the house to a bedroom with a large bed
surrounded by mosquito netting. The room was light and airy with a large
opening that looked out on the back garden.

They fell onto the bed and Lek grabbed Chas's cock.

"That is very big, you will be very gentle when you put it in my bottom,
won't you?"

Chas kissed the boy on the lips.

"Of course I will, I want you to enjoy this as much as I know I am going
to."

Lek was impatient so before he was ready to be so far advanced in their
love making Chas found himself 69ing with the boy.

"Slow down little man or this is going to be over before we've begun."

He swivelled round and kissed Lek gently, all over his face.

"I'm going to take you off to Paradise but we need time for me to do that."

Lek giggled. "Next time, this time I just want you to open me up and fuck
me. I have a tube of KY Gel."

Chas laughed, but he did take quite a long time to open up the boy before
he slid gently over his sphincter in the missionary position. A small spike
of pain, a little wriggle and then a big smile.

"That feels wonderful Chas, you can go all the way now."

The fuck didn't last long. Chas was so turned on by this pretty boy, but
they both had serious orgasms and were soon in a tight cuddle afterwards.

"I know it will be better if I let you take your time, but that was
marvellous, Chas, I think I am going to enjoy having you as my lover. I
hope my father won't let too many of the men have you as well."

That wasn't what Chas wanted to hear, but making love to this boy would be
exceptional he was sure.

Another quick shower and Chas was given back his underwear. He knew he
looked ridiculous wandering round in just his briefs, but it was still
better than being naked. Lek showed him round the village. It was so
pretty, and very clean. The hard packed earth that made up the village
streets was swept clear of any debris. The houses were all made from bamboo
with palm fronds making up the roofs. They were all raised off the ground
with neat sets of steps leading up to them.

"During the monsoons the river rises very high and floods the village. We
move the livestock to higher ground and move around in canoes."

Lek explained to Chas and took him to the higher pastures showing him the
paddocks for the domestic animals. Well clear of the village, Chas realised
he could make a break for it. Lek, almost as though he knew what Chas was
thinking spoke.

"Please don't Chas, you would not get far in bare feet and not knowing the
jungle trails. When you were caught my father would string you up to punish
you before keeping you in a below ground cage."

Chas looked at his new lover and guessed he was quite perceptive.

"I know you will think about it, and want to return to your own people. I
promise you it will happen one day, but not until my father moves to a
different location. If you settle in to this life and behave as my father
decrees you will live well and not be punished or required to do any manual
labour. He may well force you to fly drugs occasionally."

Chas was torn, he did want to get out, and if possible show troops where
this village was. Having carried out jungle survival training he realised
that with absolutely no equipment even the relatively small distance to the
Thai border would probably be impossible, and even then there would be many
miles inside Thailand before he would reach population and these little men
wouldn't worry about borders.

They wandered back to the village where the headman summoned them. He spoke
at length with his son before Lek, not looking very happy, translated the
discussion for Chas.

"My father says you are to make yourself available to the men and boys of
the village whenever they want you for sex. You are to be enthusiastic,
particularly with the boys. I will be your master and father has given
permission for you to live in my house. That will mean you sleeping in my
bed."

Lek had a wide grin on his face as he said that.

"You are also to start learning our language. I will be your teacher and we
will spend most afternoons together while I teach you. I will like that,
Chas, I will teach you the language of love."

Chas thought about this and realised that apart from multiple sex partners
his life here would be much better than he might have expected. A frown
spread across his face as he realised his parents would be mortified
thinking he was dead

"Lek I don't think I could promise never to try to escape, but I will only
do that if I think I have a close to 100% chance of succeeding. I would
like, however, to ask a very big favour. Can you get word to the
authorities in Thailand that I am alive and well, and will be looked after
until an appropriate time when I will be released? I have elderly parents
and I am their only child."

Lek was not unfeeling and wanted to please this Englishman who was a gentle
and considerate lover.

"I will talk to my father, Chas, I am sure you will be allowed at least one
letter if you do not annoy him."

The end result was Chas being able to write a letter to his parents to go
out with the next load of drugs.

He slept with Lek that night and realised that the little village house was
actually his. His parents lived in a larger house at the edge of the
village.

Making love to this small Laotian boy that night was exquisite. Chas took a
very long time so that when he entered him the boy was begging him to fuck
him hard. The reality was a very long fuck using long slow strokes until
both of them had monumentally severe orgasms that left both of them gasping
for breath. Damp cloths to clean up and then, surprising to Chas, a long
and deep sleep. It had, after all been an incredible day.

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