Date: Tue, 06 Jan 2004 03:52:25 -0700
From: Greg Young <afgreg@hotmail.com>
Subject: Air Force Memories 3A

Disaster, Chris came by this morning and said he had received his orders
and would leaving next Monday.  Only seven days left for us, we knew it was
coming and he had already packed and shipped most of his belongings back to
the states, all he had left he would take with him.  He made a deal with
me, somehow he had gotten a pretty good bed and mattress, it was about twin
size and not like the cots everyone else had.  He offered to sell this to
me for $20.00 and would also throw in the electric converter he had which
converted AC to DC, since the Korean lines were all AC, a mirror with a
light, a Russian made handgun with ammunition and a Korean horsehair hat.
Feeling it a pretty good bargain I gave him the script, and he said he
would inform everyone that whatever he left now belonged to me.  He had a
nice chair that in order to make sure I got, he brought over to my office.
While I was grateful to him for getting these things, I was sad at the
thoughts of him going.

The week went fast, with my flight instruction, the sessions with the
general getting sucked and fucked and my workouts in the gym.  Song-San was
a hard taskmaster, but I was grateful for him and his comments, even if
after getting permission from the general he fucked me rather hard,
sometimes leaning over the balance bar or the horse, which really strained
my body.

General Park had sent word that the wanted to give a farewell party for
Chris on Friday at the Korean Officers Club, Lt. Col. Sheffield informed
all of the officers that while it would be polite and good politics, he
would let each decide for himself whether to go or not.  The only one
electing not to go was that ass Barringer.  Sheffield not wanting it know
one of his officers elected not to go, made arrangements for Barringer to
take one of the planes, fly to Taegu on Friday afternoon and return on
Saturday with a load of supplies for the PX and our small dispensary.  Of
course Barringer complained, but at least as far as Park was concerned all
the officers on the base would be there.  Sheffield saved face both for
Park and himself, by outmaneuvering Barringer.

Friday night dressed in our dress uniforms we all rode down to the Korean
Officers Club, it was rather spartan, but some attempt had been made to
decorate it.  They had some tables of interesting looking food and two bars
set up.  Some of the Koreans had their wives with them, and it was
interesting to see them in their native costume, the women were rather
plain, but their colorful costumes really made them look nice.

Most of the Koreans had rather moon shaped faces, with rather flat noses,
but the others had more western type faces.  It led me to think that they
came from families which had either Chinese or Japanese ancestry.  Of
course none of them would ever admit it.  The Orientals all claim to be of
pure blood and ancestry and will not admit to any mixture.  I at time was
taken as an Eurasian, as I had tanned so dark I was the same color as most
of them or a little darker, but they still looked down on this.

The food was good, but strange, and I did in time learn to enjoy their
food.  I did imbibe a bit too much, since I was not sure how potable their
water was, had been drinking beer, and now was in desperate need of a
latrine.  Lt. Halcombe was standing nearby, so asked him where I could go
and urinate.  He had been there before and told me to go down the hall and
it was the last door on the left.  I quickly moved down the hall pushed
open the door and was in the process of unzipping, when I noticed there
were three Korean ladies in there.  Zipping back up and mad as hell, ran
back down the hall, caught hold of Captain Bishop, explained my predicament
and that Halcombe had sent me to the ladies room.  Bishop began laughing
and walked with me back down the hall explaining: “There is only one, here
both sexes use the same one.” I had no choice but to go in and get rid of
beer which was filling my bladder.  After, I most satisfying piss I
returned to the party, and I suppose that was the last of my stateside
piss, as it never bothered me again to use a restroom where women were, nor
did the sight of people urinating, or defecating along side of the road
ever really make me look twice again.

After a while General Park made a speech thanking Chris for all he had done
for the Koreans and their Air Force and country, and ended up giving him a
decoration.  He said he realized since Congress did not authorize it, Chris
could not officially wear it, but would always know how they regarded him,
whenever he looked at it.

The party began to unwind, quite a few of the American’s and most of the
Koreans had gone, Park said that Chris and I would stay for a while after
the last of our group left, telling Sheffield that we may or may not make
it back to our compound that night, but would be safe. (Famous last words)

Soon there were only Chris, me and about a dozen Korean officers left.
Park then ordered the Koreans to strip and for Chris and me to also
disrobe.  Chris and I looked at him in disbelief, but knew we had not
choice, we had no transportation back and were in the middle of the Korean
base; we had no choice but to obey.  Park then said to his officers: “You
have been good and I am most proud of your accomplishments, and as a reward
I am giving to you this young man, pointing to Chris, who is now leaving
us, for you to use as you please.  The only condition is he must not be
marked in anyway.  I will keep the other, pointing to me, and he is off
limits to you.

Chris and I stared at each other in shock and horror, and then Chris
whispered: “I told you they were cruel and sadistic.” Two of the men came
over and grabbed Chris taking him over to the group, he was spread-eagled
on his stomach on a table and one shoved his cock in Chris’ mouth while the
other with no preliminaries just shoved his cock up Chris’ ass.  I could
tell by the way Chris tensed that he was in pain, but could do nothing
about it.

Park fondled me, playing with my cock, balls and sticking fingers up my
ass, as well as pulling and pinching my nipples; he soon had me in state of
arousal, but would not let me cum.  Each time I got close he would stop, go
over and get a drink, come back with one for me and for him and sit and
chat as if nothing was going on. Poor Chris was really being used by the
twelve, one made him sit down on his cock and bring him off my lifting
himself up and down off the cock he was sitting on, he was fucked lying
over the table, on his back on the floor and all of them made him suck him
off.  When he was really beginning to show some wear Park called a halt for
a time, and turned his spite on me.  Saying: “I know what you two have been
doing, now get over there lick all the cum out of his ass, and made love to
his body.” With a look of disgust (which I later paid for) I walked over to
Chris, knelt between his legs, lifted them up on my shoulders and began to
lick and lap the juices coming out of his ass, his ass hole was so open I
could really get my tongue in it to lap out the cum and ass juices.  When
there was no more seepage, I turned to making love to the body I loved.  I
lay down next to him and gently began blowing and nibbling his ear, moving
on to french kiss him, then on down to lave his sore and puffy nipples with
my tongue.  He moaned under my ministrations, and I moved on down gently
rolling and sucking his balls into mouth and then licking and sucking his
hard cock, he had come several times but gave me a pretty healthy load,
Park called me back and told the men they could continue.  One of them had
Chris sit on his cock facing away from him, he reached up and pulled Chris
down on him massaging the sore nipples, another knelt between the legs of
the two men and lifting Chris’ legs up, began to push his cock into Chris
along side of the one already there, Chris was moaning and twisting and
others came over to hold him still as the second one entered him, and they
proceeded to double fuck him.  He was then fucked and forced to suck off
the others until all were drained.  By this time he was really wasted.
Park made me clean him again, sent all of the others except two home and
then had them gather up the clothes and help Chris to an area where there
was a Korean bath, which was similar to the Japanese.  Park stripped and
told me to wash his back, he did mine, and the two with us washed Chris all
over, I finished washing my self, rinsed and rinsed Park’s back and then we
entered into the tub, it was hot and soothing, the two Koreans brought
Chris in and made sure he did not slip under the water, after a while we
exited the pool, took a hot and cold shower, stood in front of a fan to be
dried, and got dressed.

Park took us out to his jeep, had them load Chris in the back, sent the
Koreans off, and with me drove to his house.  It appeared to be built with
a wall and an offset gate, entering we saw buildings constructed around a
courtyard; we were led to the left, up a short flight of stairs and removed
our shoes at the sliding door. We walked down a floor of highly polished
wood and were shown a room with the floor covered with mats indicating the
unique Korean heating system underneath. When building they put a maze of
clay tunnels down and build on top of them, they have an outside opening at
each end.  In one end a fire is built and the hot air and smoke goes into
the maze and out the other end, warming the rooms above.  It was a much
more satisfactory way of heating than the Japanese way of braziers in the
rooms.  We were shown into a room where there was a yo (Korean mattress) on
the floor and some quilts, told to sleep and left alone.  We undressed,
putting a quilt on the yo, found a light covering and held each other tight
as we drifted off into a fitful sleep.

We were awakened by the sounds of people moving, and could see that it was
light outside, we began to move, Chris most gingerly, his body was still
sore, his nipples red, protruding and the surrounding area puffy from the
working over they had been given.  Teeth marks were visible around the
aureoles and on his pecs.  When he stood I had him bend over and could see
his ass lips were puffy and his hole bigger than the rosebud pucker I was
used to seeing.  His lips were slightly puffed up from all the sucking he
had done, and he informed me he felt horrible.  We slowly dressed in our
mussed clothes, and soon were summoned by a private to come and eat
breakfast.

After breakfast, the general took us to his jeep and we thought at last we
get to go home.  But he drove directly to his headquarters building.
Having us follow him we went to the gym, and he informed me that since
Lt. Kaiser had not seen my progress, I should now show him, as it would be
his last chance to see me do any of the routines.  I was tired and a little
afraid that I would not be able to do good, and could in fact hurt myself.
He called for Song-San and after some consultation agreed that I should
wait and come back at 1400 the next day with Lt. Kaiser.

He had us driven to the compound.  Sheffield upon hearing a jeep coming
came out of the office where he was doing some work, saw us in our
disheveled appearance and asked what had happened.  I told him that Chris
had been debased and abused by some of the Koreans and needed rest and that
I would get some bedding and put him in with me.  That way he could rest
undisturbed, in his own bed he would be in an open bay with all the others
and with me it would be quiet as both of us needed rest.  He agreed and
said he would speak with us that evening.

After dinner, Sheffield invited Chris and me to his quarters, and really
questioned us on what had gone on.  While he was rather upset about it, he
realized, as did we, that there was really nothing anyone could do about
it.

Chris and I then went down to shower, seemed as if everyone else had
already done so.  We had the place to ourselves, turned the water on hot on
several heads and let the steam envelop us.  Then turning off all but two
adjusted the water to a comfortable level and scrubbed ourselves clean.  I
had Chris bend over and spread his ass cheeks, so I could check on this
hole; it seemed to be less puffy and was smaller than when I last saw it.
I took this to be a good sign that it would get back to where it was
originally.

After, shaving and dressing we went up to the club, where the other members
of our group were having their own private farewell for Chris.  Neither of
us drank much but enjoyed the joking and horseplay, which went on, and then
early about 2200 we both went back to bed.

The next day, Chris spent most of the morning finishing his packing, except
for what he needed that day and the next.

We got back over to the gym a little before 1400, Song-San was there, but
the general had not arrived.  I stripped down to my jock, as I did for
practice, and began to do some warm ups.  Park arrived and wanted to know
why I was in a jock, I told him that I wore it to practice and perform in.
He said “No, take it off and you will do it all naked.” I blanched but took
my jock off.  Park had a small bag with him and told me to come over to
him, as I walked over he removed something from the bag and as I stood
before him he reached down and grabbed my balls pulling them as far down as
he could, giving Song-San a strap he told him to buckle it around the sack
as tight as he could.  The strap was about an inch thick, and pressed my
balls down, then another strap, which was hanging from the first, was
brought up between my balls separating them and pulling the scrotum so
tight I was afraid it would break, it was painful, but bearable after a few
minutes.

This I was informed was part of my uniform for today’s performance, and was
told to begin.  I did the floor exercises, worked on the balance bar and
the pommel horse, the straps around my balls did not really bother me until
I was on the pommel horse and each time a swung around and would try to
sit, my bound balls would hit the horse sending sharp pains into me.  I was
allowed to rest between each of the exercises for a few minutes, but now
needed a few more to be able to do the bars and rings.  Song-San had some
tea, and some small tidbits for me to munch on as I rested and got ready
for the second half of my performance.

The three watching me, had the tea and tidbits available to them all the
time.

When I felt like I could tackle the bars and rings I got up ready and
started toward them when Park called me over to him.  Having me bend over
he shoved penis shaped object up my ass and with straps fastened it so it
would not come out.  This was my first experience with a dildoe and found
it to be most uncomfortable, especially as it moved around as I walked.  I
found out just how uncomfortable it could be as I worked out on the
parallel and high low bars, but I was able to do the routine without making
any bad mistakes, I somersaulted off from the final routine and walked over
to the rings.  Song-San came over to help lift me up, but Park was there
and said one more addition to your uniform.  He reached over and rolled and
twisted my right nipple until it was erect and then quickly clamped an
alligator clip onto it.  I howled, I had never had such excruciating pain,
it shot to what seemed every fiber of my body, I tried to bring my hands up
to take it off, but Song-Sam grabbed me by the arms and held me up.  Park
then manipulated the other nipple and clamped it.  I thought I would pass
out, my screams were low, as I had strained my vocal cords, and I knew
there was no way I could do a routine with those clips on my nipples.  Park
stood there smiling and said “Time to continue.” Song-San lifted me up, but
I could not grab and hold onto the rings, so he let me back down, and said
something to Park, Park nodded and the clips were removed from my tits.

There was pain as the blood rushed back in, but I could at least stand
straight and endure the feeling.  I was lifted back up, grabbed the rings,
did a brief modified exercise and dropped to the floor.

Park said I had done a good job, and had Song-San remove the dildoe from my
ass and release my balls from their confinement.

I took a quick shower, and while I was there Park and Song-San had gone,
dressed and then Chris and I walked back to the compound.  He told me I had
come far from when he was there with me, and even with the pain I was in,
did in his estimation, a great job.  This meant a great deal to me, and I
thanked him.

I went back and rested, after dinner showered with Chris, went to the club
and then early about 2100 went to bed.

Later, Chris came in, woke me and gently began to make love to me, he
nibbled on my ear, kissed me deep, and fondled my pecs causing my nips to
be come hard and erect, he worked my cock until I thought I would explode
and that quit and just held me, before starting the process all over again.
I was moaning and thrashing about when he finally lifted my legs and began
to rim me, he licked, sucked and tongue fucked my hole until it was a
quivering mess, then he slowly pushed his iron hard cock into me until he
was lodged to his pelvis.  With long slow strokes began to fuck me, he was
driving me up the walls with his sensuous and erotic movements on and in my
body.  I could hold out no longer and exploded shooting cum over both of
us.  He continued his fuck, and I realized he must have used some of the
anesthetic cream on his cock to prolong his cumming.  Before he finally
came he had fucked another cum from my balls, and I was pleasantly
exhausted.  He was not through, his cock was still hard and he once again
began fucking me, only this time he as fast and hard, then slow and easy,
and then began alternating between the two, each time his cock hit my
prostrate it gave me a jolt and he forced me to cum again, I believe he had
fucked all the jizz out of my balls.  He finally came a second time and
collapsed on top of me, kissing me deeply.  Since it was so late we lick my
cum from our bodies, each doing the other.  He stayed there cuddling with
me and finally when we realized the night was almost over he left me and
returned to his own bed.  It was our last time together and he had made it
memorable for me.

I saw him at breakfast, and he hollered at me on his way to the jeep to
take him to the flight line.  I walked out and said goodbye, shaking his
hand and giving him a half hug, then he got into the jeep, saying he would
send me some things from Japan.  He drove off and I walked over to the club
and out on the screened porch where I could see the jeep drive down and to
the operations building where his plane was waiting.  I watched him board
and stayed until the plane had departed and I could no longer see it.  With
a great sadness and longing I turned with tears coming down, composed
myself and returned to my office to face whatever the future now held for
me.