Date: Sun, 19 Jul 2009 13:33:22 -0700 (PDT)
From: Robert Jones <redcock28 (at) yahoo (dot) com>
Subject: Camp Hovey: Chapters 6 and 7

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Camp Hovey
R. R. Rumphol

Chapter 6: Lifers and Slackers

The days after arrival at Camp Hovey I'd been settling in, trying to get a
handle on things; furthermore, I was trying to make a positive impact on my
superiors. I quickly discovered that Army life in Korea wasn't what it was
stateside. I'd made some new acquaintances since my arrival and it seemed a
new best buddy in the process; however, in the days since my arrival a
search for my airborne buddy Danny Dickman who'd been assigned to Cougar
Company when we arrived turned futile. Activities during the spring at Camp
Hovey had been geared towards intensive training, pulling guard duty, motor
pool details as well as all the other mundane things that make up everyday
Army life. Of a night and during my off time which was limited I would
cram, studying for the upcoming EIB test.

The Battalion Commander wanted to raise the bar getting more of his people
qualified for the infantry and medical skill badges in his battalion than
any of the other battalions in the 7th ID. He was gung-ho on training. To
me the BC appeared to be pulling all the stops for those genuinely
interested in earning the EIB. Thank God, those of us attending classes
pulled no Kitchen Police duty. So, those of us going to classes were
automatically tagged lifers. My head was occupied. I was cramming it full
of technical information to answer questions on the EIB test and if I
passed earn the coveted infantry skill badge. I didn't need any
distractions.

The EIB for some reason had captured my full attention after completing the
grueling road march the day after I arrived at Camp Hovey. B Company like
most units in the Army was divided into different camps. The two major
groups were the RAs and USs. A lot of the Regular Army guys were more into
honing there infantry or other MOS skills; whereas, many of the draftees
were somewhat slackers more interested in going to the ville to get
laid. Now, not all draftees were goof-offs. Many did there jobs and did
them well, but that was it. Then there were the lifers.

Lifers were guys that had made the Army a career choice or the new RAs who
were seriously considering the Army as a career. Gary and I had
automatically been labeled lifers by our peers, because of our interest in
earning the EIB and Gary's total commitment to making the Army his
life. Gary had disclosed his aspirations during one of our nightly bullshit
sessions in the platoon hooch. He wanted to make SP/4 and then as soon as
possible make Buck Sergeant. Me, I just wanted to do my three years and do
it proudly. Of course, making Buck Sergeant would be a big plus for me.

Although I would like to make sergeant I wasn't interested in making the
Army my career, but intended to do my best while in. I really wanted to get
it over with and back to college to finish my education using my GI Bill;
furthermore, I hadn't been all that thrilled to hear that Sid was actively
pursing clearing all homosexuals out of the Army with the undercover witch
hunts in Korea. I knew I'd lied when I signed-up with regard to my
sexuality, but I didn't give it much thought -- a little white lie.

Or was it a lie. Hell, I didn't know all that much about this homosexual
thing that the Army was worried about and didn't really know if I was truly
a homosexual. The only thing I knew for sure was that from a young age my
pecker had given me much pleasure in life. Oh, I knew homosexuality was not
accepted in civilian life and those that were discovered to be interested
in other guys were ostracized for their lifestyle. More and more I was
thinking about a return to the Steam and Cream when I'd turn-in of a
night. After a few days I'd started to get horny, wanting more than a quick
hand job to satisfy my sexual desires.

I wanted the touch of another to satisfy sexual wants and needs. I wanted
to feel moist warm lips caressing my cock. I'd learned the pleasure of a
blowjob when I was about ten years of age. My friends used to kid around
with me saying that I'd let a snake suck me off or I'd fuck a knothole to
satisfy my needs. The one thing I missed about civilian life was being able
to seek and get gratification whenever I felt like it. Something that was
lacking since I'd entered the Army.

Now that I was out of training and settled into a permanent TO&E unit my
morning erections had returned. I definitely wanted another blowjob. I'd
had a couple rather colorful dreams about Gary and me engaging in some
mutual sexual play in a remote location around Camp Hovey. I'd also had a
dream where I took him in the company shower early one morning, sucking his
fine piece of meat to fruition. I guess I could dream without being busted
by Sid.

Gary and I continued to hanging out, studying together and becoming closer
friends. Neither of us had been to the ville; furthermore, there was no
real desire to go. Since my arrival I'd learned that Sid had busted one of
the local house boys in the battalion as well as an NCO in HHC for thievery
and black marketing. Black Marketing was another thing we'd been warned
about when we arrived in Korea and the stiff penalties if one was caught
engaging in such activities. I was taking advantage of some afternoon free
time after a morning in the motor pool pulling PMs when Gary entered the
hooch saying, "Randy, you got CQ with SGT Pennington tonight. Top told me
to pass on the info. He also said that we could go to classes, but before
you report for CQ he said to go by the orderly hooch to tell the company
clerk before going to class."

"Okay," I responded, turning back to reading my Technical Manual. I didn't
mind pulling guard duty or CQ, but had never looked forward to KP since
entering the Army. Pulling guard duty meant I at least had a chance to earn
the privilege of being picked for Colonel's orderly if I won at the pre
guard inspection. And I didn't mind working on company vehicles in the
motor pool. That was like being back in the world working at the old man's
shop. I remember the first time I met the company clerk my manhood jumped
and my heartbeat began to accelerate.

Yes, SP/4 Ryan Edge had captured my attention immediately when I went to
get my meal card the first day in the company. I hadn't seen him or had a
chance to make friends with him in the days since our initial meeting, but
I wanted to get to know him better. Maybe I'd get the chance when I
reported for CQ duties.

The clerk was about my age, maybe a little younger. He was about five feet
ten or eleven inches tall and weighed about one hundred and thirty-five or
forty pounds. What really drew my attention to him was his beautiful olive
complexion, short cropped raven black hair and his eyes: strikingly
alluring green eyes. The black eyebrows set off his seductive eyes. They
were a total compliment to his angelic face. I'd only seen eyes so green,
so soft and seductive once before.

Maybe once the burden of EIB testing was over Ryan and I could get better
acquainted I thought. I secretly hoped that I'd get a chance to get his
naked body out in the shower one day. I'd only seen one other guy with such
beautiful and seductive green eyes before, maybe that was what caused me to
take notice. Jared worked at the market down the street from my dad's
repair facility. He was of smaller build than our company clerk about five
feet seven or eight inches tall weighing about hundred and twenty pounds,
but boy did he have one of the most beautiful seven inch cocks I'd ever
laid my eyes on.

The summer before I joined the Army he and I had gotten together developing
a special relationship. Because he was a few years older he had his own
apartment. It didn't take long after our first encounter for us to be
spending more time with each other: about very second or third night at his
place. He was my teacher and I the student. He knew more about sex than I
could ever imagine. During our time together he definitely made me a happy
individual.

Jared rocked my world from the first night we had sex until the day of our
tearful parting. My parents thought it odd that I'd taken company with a
guy six years older and worldlier than me. Dad ask, no he demanded, that I
end my friendship with Jared. He said our friendship didn't look good to
outsiders and there was gossip starting up around town. I'd had a terrible
fight with my parents over my friendship with Jared. Dad said that staying
friends with him made it look as though we were a couple, romantically
involved, as in a homosexual couple. And that our relationship wouldn't be
tolerated in a small southern Indiana town. Hell, I was just having the
time of my life before going back to college.

My dad suggested that I join the Marine Corps or Army; that the military
would make a man out of me. I really didn't know what he meant by that
comment I thought at nineteen years of age I was all grown up and a
man. Physically I was a man. Not too many people wanted to fuck with me
when it came to physical altercations. I played football and baseball all
the way through high school and into college, so I was no runt.

The next morning I told my parents much to their chagrin that I was
dropping out of college, joining the Army and going to Vietnam after
training where I could die like a man for country and family honor. God,
that was an ugly scene. I wish I would have handled it
differently. Everyone was crying that morning I walked out to join and
cried more as I left for Oakland after leave to go to Vietnam. I often
wondered how many other families were caught up in the same things during
the Vietnam War years. The ugly arguments and fights between parents and
children. Amends that would never be made by either party after a son is
killed, only to be returned home in a cold metal box.


Chapter 7: Sergeant Pennington Gets Busted

My First time pulling CQ with SGT Pennington came and went with no
problems. The following day was compensatory time, but in the afternoon
there were classes to attend. During the all night session pulling CQ I'd
gotten to know SGT Pennington better, as well as meeting and talking to
Ryan the company clerk. He asked me if I'd be interested in working with
him in the orderly room. As much as I would have enjoyed being around Ryan
I declined his invitation, but assured him that if after testing there was
anything I could do to help out around the orderly room or company I would
be willing. That seemed to satisfy him.

The morning after CQ Ryan said that he'd mention to Top that I could be
counted on to fill-in as needed around the company doing some extra duty
after testing was complete. I figured why not ingratiate myself with the
company head shed; it couldn't hurt, I was already known by some as a
lifer. Besides, I learned that clerks in the company many times got to take
trips to the Seoul area when officers or senior NCOs had reason to go.

About mid morning I awoke with a raging hard-on. I wasn't sure whether to
rub it out lying in my bunk in the empty hooch or go to the latrine and do
it in the shower. Staying in my bunk to jack off there was a possibility
that I might get caught by one of the house boys who came and went at
will. I figured it was safer to go down to the shower; besides, the company
was out in the field for the morning doing some training thing. I'd heard
them marched out of the company area after an early morning chow call, so
the company area was pretty much empty except for a skeleton crew of
support staff.

I got out of my bunk, threw on some fatigues and headed towards the latrine
trying to keep my erection hidden by shoving my hand inside my pocket. I
looked a mess in my flip flop shower sandals and my shirt unbuttoned
hanging loosely out of my fatigue trousers.

Once I got into the latrine I heard the shower water running. I peeked
around the corner and lo and behold there was SGT Pennington in all his
splendid glory beating his meat. What a sight to feast my eyes on, watching
the red haired Buck Sergeant hammering his soapy cock. I could clearly see
the foreskin gliding back and forth, exposing a pretty glistening pink knob
with a crimson band as he worked his cock with a fisted hand.

Although the young man's body was somewhat pale with freckle spots he was
in good physical shape. I decided to go for it. I stripped off my uniform
and walked into the shower with my soap in one hand and my semi hard cock
in the other. SGT Pennington was horrified. By the expression on his face I
thought he was going to shit himself. He immediately began turning red
spinning around facing the wall.

"Hell, you don't have to hide it from me. I'm here for the same thing,
Sarge."

The Sergeant didn't say anything at first, just stood with his back to
me. I'd caught him off guard with his hard dick in his hand and he was
definitely embarrassed.

"You ain't got anything to be ashamed of or anything I haven't seen before,
Sarge," was all I could say.

Slowly the shocked Sergeant began turning around to face me. I watched his
hazel eyes drop, gazing upon my now hard cock that I was lathering up for a
good jerk. I was giving my squad leader's red haired crotch a good look
too. He had a respectable size cock and was packing nice size nuggets in
his scrotal sac. He was definitely a fire crotch. I figured what the hell I
might as well go for it. What could happen? The worst was to get caught by
another soldier or turned-in as a queer by Sergeant Pennington and then the
Army could send me back to the world.

The two of us continued spanking our monkeys hesitantly, under the
suspicious eyes of each other, eventually spraying our spooge on the shower
floor. We finished our shower and then moved to the sinks where we shaved
and brushed our teeth in awkward silence. I made my mind up to let Sergeant
Pennington make the first move to speak. When we got back to the hooch he
disappeared behind the OD curtain while I finished dressing out in the
communal squad area. Once I was finished I walked back and knocked on the
wall.

"Enter," came the command.

"Hey Sarge."

"Private," Sergeant Pennington replied.

"I just want to tell you that what happened in the latrine stays in the
latrine as far as I'm concerned."

"Cool," The Sergeant said, "You scared the hell outa me back there."

"Sorry," I said, "I've heard about the witch hunt trying to catch guys
jacking off. Personally, I think the Army is way out of line trying to put
guys in the stockade or giving them dishonorable discharges for jackin
off. Just a fuckin waste of time and money as far as I'm concerned."

"I agree," Pennington replied.

He was starting to loosen up, so I was going to take advantage of our time
together learning as much as possible about my Squad Leader in the time we
had before the company came back. "So, how long you been in this shithole
country?" I asked.

"I got here back in December before Christmas last year, not six months
yet."

"What are the winters like here?"

"Fuckin cold. I mean burrrrr, damnnnn fuckinnnn cold, like some times with
wind chills in the twenties or below. The battalion had a lot of frost bite
casualties last winter and deaths too."

"Damn!" I replied.

"Yeah, probably why the former Battalion Commander was relieved. You
probably got here at the best time of the year for weather in Korea. I
understand that June, July and August are hot mother fuckers. The fall
ain't too bad, but winter is a bitch."

"Really."

"Yep, hot and humid during the summer and really stinks from what I've been
told," The Sergeant said.

We continued talking getting more comfortable with each other. After a few
more minutes the Sergeant said, "Randy, call me Jerry when we're off duty;
besides, I'm actually an E-4. The BC wants all squad leader E-4s to wear
Sergeant Stripes, so orders are cut making us Acting Sergeants. According
to TO&E Squad Leasers are suppose to be Staff Sergeants, but those and
other ranking NCOs are in short supply with the war in Vietnam heating up."

"And what the fuck does TO&E stand for?" I asked.

"Table of Organization and Equipment. TO&E is the document that prescribes
the wartime mission; capabilities, organizational structure, and mission
essential personnel and equipment requirements for Army units. Basically,
everything from ass wipe to ammo, beans to bullets and us. Everything has a
line number, including us. We all are expendable and reordered by line
number.

"Damn, I'm learning something new everyday," I replied.

"You'll get more about TO&E in a class for the EIB I believe," The
knowledgeable sergeant said.

"Cool. So, you got Sergeant Stripes in less than six months. From PFC to
Sergeant. Not too bad for bein here less than six months," I said, "Man,
maybe there's a chance I can make sergeant soon."

"Before I can get promoted to Sergeant E-5 I've got to attend the Division
NCO Academy."

"Really."

"You get that EIB pinned on your chest and I don't, you may get my
stripes," Jerry said.

"You been goin to the classes. You'll make it," I replied.

"I hope so. I'd hate havin to go back to pullin details and KP," Jerry
said.

"Just curious how often do you jerk off in the shower?"

"Not much. I got this squad room back here to take care of that. The other
guy is a real Sergeant and he's got a Yo-Bo down in the ville, so he's not
around much of an evening. I don't go to the ville much. Only been there a
half dozen times since I got in-country. Mainly go to the Steam and Cream
for a blow job. I really don't care to fuck the whores in the ville," Jerry
replied.

"I hear that loud and clear. I'm always up for a good blowjob."

"Wait till you have to drop your drawers out in the company area and let
one of our medics feel you up, playin with your cock looking for the
dribbles of clap."

"No thanks," I replied, "If anyone feels me up it's gonna be in private on
my terms."

Jerry looked at me quizzically and then asked, "So, you got a girl friend
back in the world waitin on you?"

"Nope. Not a girl or a guy."

Again Jerry looked at me with that wry curious look he'd given me a minute
before. "What do you mean not a guy or girl?"

I immediately took notice that he said guy before girl. Did that have
special meaning? I needed to find out because I wouldn't mind engaging in a
little mutual masturbation with my squad leader if he was agreeable. We
continued talking peeling the layers of the onion away. During our
conversation we both discussed our lives in the world and sex lives. I'll
admit a little guardedly when it came to sex, but none the less discussing
the matter. I made the comment that I thought the Army's policy regarding
homosexuals in the Army was bullshit.

He agreed with me saying, "Yeah, this shit about if we get captured and
we're fags the enemy can use it against us is crap. Hell, as infantry
grunts we don't know any fuckin secrets; besides, the North Koreans know
more about us than we do. Wait till you get up on the Z and they start
broadcasting shit across the Z all bout you, your family your girl
friend. Fuckin scary shit man."

"You're kidding."

"Nope. I been up there. Believe me it's scary," Jerry replied.

We could hear the company coming back to the compound for noon chow. They
were singing those Jody marching songs. Some things never change in the
Army. SGT Pennington suggested we go meet the troops for chow, and then
after chow we would head off to attend classes.