Date: Sun, 21 Jun 2009 19:27:24 -0400
From: whitewold999@icqmail.com
Subject: Korean Border Whore (gay\ interracial. M\MMMMM)

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                Korean Border Whore
                        By
                       Wolf

	Every boot is full of excitement when their
drill instructor reads there next duty assignment
after they complete boot camp.  They are full of
wonder about what to expect.  It is all new and
mysterious.  They are just in the process of
changing from a civilian to warrior.  I was a naive, six
foot white boy from the Midwest waiting nervously
by my bunk to hear him read my sir-name and tell me
where I was being assigned.

	When my name was read I heard him say
"infantryman Korea.  What I knew about Korea, was
just what I had seen about the Korean War from
1950 to 1953.  I knew we had a military presence
along the 38th parallel.  I had heard that there had
been incidents where work parties had been shot at
while clearing brush obstructing views of the
demilitarize zone and they were constantly using
ground penetrating radar looking for tunnels under
the demilitarized zone.

	I was given orders that required me to be
report to the Presidio in San Francisco to await
transportation on the Military Air Transportation
airlines to Seoul, Korea, after a two week leave.
When the transport landed all of the personnel were
herded to buildings where our orders were checked
and we were assigned barracks temporarily until
transportation could be arranged.  Summer was
approaching so it was warm.

	Eventually a group of six of us new privates
was assigned to s sergeant returning from leave and
loaded onto military trucks for transport to the
base we were assigned.  As we left the city the dirt
roads were dusty.  The smell of oriental cooking
filled the air as we passed rural communities.  To a
city boy like me the smell, reminded me of rotting
vegetables and cooked meat in a garbage pail.  When
we arrived at our base we had to report to the
office right away.

	There were six of us being assigned to Camp
Hover and the village outside Toko-Ri.  We handed
our orders to the office clerk before we met the
duty second Lieutenant.  We were escorted by the
clerk to the Quonset hut that would be our home
for the remainder of out two years of our
enlistment.

	For those that don't know what a Quonset hut
is, they were a World War II's answer to quick
cheap housing.  These were placed on concrete
floors.  They are corrugated steel, arched
structures.  These had been divided up into two man
rooms off of a central corridor.

	I was assigned a room with a black corporal,
named Martin Spangler.  He was a dark black, about
six-foot two, 180 pounds and a pleasant guy.  He was
a great help getting me acclimated to the routine of
Army life.  We became friends right away.  For the
first couple of weeks it was very routine Army life.
Slowly I learned more about my roommate.  He
indulged in some black market trading on the side.
He could get his hands on just about anything he
wanted.  It was common for the guys to trade booze
and cigarettes with the local civilians for things.
Marty had access to medical supplies that allowed
him to trade penicillin and other medical supplies.
He had a pretty good business on the side.  In
addition to his black market activities he had a local
girlfriend.

	One afternoon he asked me to help him deliver
groceries to his Korean girlfriend.  We carried bags
of food to a small two room apartment in town.  He
introduced me to Yobo while we were unpacking the
bags.

	Yobo's apartment was furnished mostly with
furniture form the base PX, including her electronic
appliances like her radio, TV and hotplate.  Yobo was
about five-foot two and no more than 120 pounds.
She did have uncommonly large breasts for a Korean.

	We would make regular trips to her place.  We
would drink beer and have a good time.  It was not
long before Marty invited me to join him as they had
sex with each other.  The first time I saw her naked
I saw that she did have a nice ass on her.  There was
just a little tuft of straight black pubic hair above
her pussy.  We fucked her independently and even
managed to get her to accept Marty's cock up her
ass while I was fucking her pussy.

	One night we were particularly drunk and after
Marty fucked her, he waved his wet cock in front of
my face, while asking me to suck his cock.  Marty
was well endowed; his cock was at least nine-inches
long and three inches in diameter.  I could not
explain why I did, but I opened my mouth and sucked
his cock.  We indulged in more three-ways sex with
her.  She would stick her finger up my ass while I
was sucking Marty.  I would even suck his cum out of
her pussy.

	When we were on base Marty would lock our
door before he would induce me to suck his cock.
We had to be careful, because in the eighties was
before the "don't ask don't tell policy."  We could
have been discharged, if had been made public that
we were having sex with each other.  I was sucking
his cock daily after that.  He would have me sleep in
his bunk with him.  I would wake up in the morning
and feel his morning piss-hard pressing between my
buns.  I didn't make a fuss when he proposed
greasing up his dick and slipping it up my ass.  I
became his barracks whore.  I was sucking his cock
and being fucked in the ass daily.

	Eventually he came to me with a problem.  He
had promised to deliver some penicillin to a Korean
man running the local black market, but was unable
to deliver as promised.  He asked me if I would do
him a favor, and have sex with him to take the heat
off until he could get his hands on the trade goods.
I was not happy about the idea of servicing a 40-
year old gangster but I would do anything Marty
asked.

	This guy was a stocky man, five-foot seven,
kind of paunchy and hairless.  His cock was about 5
inches long.  Marty took me to his place of business.
He had a backroom that was furnished for his little
parties.  He really got off on having a white boy half
his age.  He treated me like a girl.  He plied with
alcohol and sweet treats.  He wanted to cuddle with
me while he felt me up.  He was amazed that he
could wrap both of his chubby hands around my dick
at the same time.  His problem was deciding if he
wanted to fuck me or suck my cock first.

	He tried to suck my cock first.  He could get
about half of it in his mouth before he would gag.
He did manage to swallow all of my cum though.  He
was not sure if he wanted to fuck my ass missionary
or doggie style.  It was a hot summer and I was not
looking forward to having a fat sweaty man dripping
sweat all over me in the missionary position.  The
compromise to reduce the effort on his part was to
lie on my side and lift the free leg and allow him to
cuddle up behind me and stuff his cock into my ass.
He was reaching around my body to hang onto one of
my tits while he fucked my ass.  When he was
finished he insisted that I suck his cock clean.  I did
not like the idea of having to take a cock that had
been up my dirty ass into my mouth.  He insisted
that I suck him until he came in my mouth.

	I was called upon to service other men to pay
off other debts too.  It was as if he owed money to
some of the worst guys in the Army.  There were
blacks and Puerto Rican guys that looked like they
would be willing to kill someone for the gold in their
teeth.  Herbert was a six-foot three, 250 pound
black sergeant that had an 8-inch cock that was a
fat as most men's fist.  Donald was a skinny six-foot
black sergeant with a 10-inch cock.  He was always
playing with a butterfly knife.  He was able to cut
off one button on a shirt while swinging the blade
open and a second button while rolling it over and
swinging the handle back into his hand faster than
anyone could press the button on a spring loaded
knife (switch blade).  The third member of the trio
was the Puerto Rican guy that was not six foot tall,
skinny, no more than 145-pounds.  He had a pencil
mustache above his lip.  His cock was about 5-inches
long and un-cut.  Sucking his cock was the worst,
because he always had head cheese under the
foreskin.  That stuff was a nasty combination of
piss, sweat, dead skin cells and cum.  He insisted
that I skin the foreskin back and clean his knob with
my tongue.  I was a regular sex slave.  We would
have parties when they would gather around rotating
turns fucking my ass.  Face fucking me while I
jacked off two of them at a time.  I swear that I
was bathed in more cum than any whore in town.

	When I finished my enlistment I was flown
back to San Francisco where I was processed out of
the Army and given money for transportation home.
I chose to stay in San Francisco.  There were just
so many guys there that were willing to party with a
horny guy like me.



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