Date: Fri, 13 Jun 2003 12:10:44 -0400
From: John Smith <madeithome@hotmail.com>
Subject: Military Encounter #3; Encounter In Thailand Part Three

     I would like to thank all of you who have emailed your very supportive
comments to me. It is encouraging to hear that you are enjoying my stories.

     This is the next part of Thailand encounters. It is a work of total
fiction. The events never happened and the characters, with a few
exceptions, do not exist. I have based some of my characters on people I
knew. However, I have absolutely no reason to suspect any of them were gay,
bi, or ever even thought about sex with another guy.

     This story contains detailed descriptions of sex between guys of
varying ages. If you are offended by this, do not read it. Otherwise, I hope
you enjoy it.

Military Encounters #3 Encounter in Thailand Part Three

     The next day was Sunday. I was not on Alert or Stand by so Nguen and I
had the day to spend together.

     The night before had been filled with sexual pleasure. Nguen had
finally recovered from his circumcision enough to enjoy a little fun. He had
taken the bull by the horns and paraded naked to entice me.

     We ended up in bed and I gave him what I believed to be his first blow
job. He had thoroughly enjoyed it, but felt guilty this morning that I had
not been taken care of.

     "Beecham-San, you made Nguen crazy with sex, but you not have
same-same" he said as we lay in bed. The morning had turned off bright and
clear after a night of heavy rain.

     "Don't worry, pal. I wanted to make it special for you. Tell me...has
anyone else ever done what I did to you?" I knew he was not a virgin to M2M
sex, but I wasn't sure just how much he had experienced.

     "Oh, Nooooo Beecham-San...Never. You made Nguen cum biggest
ever...Always hurt too much. Only time Nguen cum before was...How you
say...Sleeping?"

     So, he had only cum as a result of wet dreams. He must have been in
misery a lot of times and not been able to even jack off.

     "What things did GIs do to you? When did these things happen" I asked.
He had told me about being used by guys before.

     "Maybe three years before...Nguen never did these things...Hurt bad at
first" He explained.

     "How did they hurt you, little guy?" I asked, suspecting what the
answer was. He seemed hesitant to answer, so I prompted him a little.

     "It's OK Nguen, it doesn't change anything between us. It wasn't your
fault and you didn't do anything wrong." I put my arms around him to comfort
him.

     "Man I live with, after parents died...He told GIs they
could...ha...ha...have me if they pay him."

     Bastard! He had pimped Nguen to make money. This was not an uncommon
practice. Many men got their jollies screwing young kids. I had an instant
feeling of guilt...Was I any different after what I did to him last night?

     I had never had any desires for young boys before. I still didn't. It
was just...Nguen was different somehow. He was more than a sex object to me.
I had some deep feelings for this man-boy that went beyond physical desire.

     "What happened with these GIs?" I asked "Did they make you do
something, or do something to you?"

     "Maybe three years ago...First GI wanted Nguen to suck, but I too
small...his...'Thing' too big. He made me...use hands.  Next time GI was
more nice...Tried to use hands on me, but hurt.  He made Nguen get up on
hands and knees...Put 'Thing' in here" He pointed at his little ass "I
scream...hurt bad but he no stop...Push 'Thing' in...I cry but he no stop
til cum...Left Nguen bleed."

     He began to tremble in my arms and tears began to run down his cheeks.
His arms went around me and held on tight.

     "Shhhh, It's OK sweetheart. That won't ever happen again. You're safe
with me."

     I kissed him on the forehead, then kissed away his tears. He turned his
face up and his soft pouty lips sought mine. I felt his little tongue
probing to enter, so I opened my mouth and sucked it in.

     Our breathing became ragged as we laid back on the bed. We were both
still naked from last night. My cock stiffened rapidly and I could feel
Nguen's dick against my thigh. He took my hardness in his hand.

     Nguen pushed me over onto my back and moved his lips down to cover one
of my nipples. He began to imitate the techniques I had used on him. I
gasped at the intense pleasure from his sucking mouth as he switched to the
other nipple.

    "Ahhhhhh...That feels nice Nguen...You're very good!"

     His hand still grasped my rigid prick and he began slowly jacking it up
and down.

     When he felt my dick respond to his touch, he moved his lips down over
my tight abs.

     "Nguen...What are you doing?" I groaned "Have you ever done that?"

     He didn't stop stroking my dick, but raised his head up to say "You do
for Nguen...Now Nguen want to do for you...Nguen WANT to...Please
Beechman-San!"

     I couldn't bring myself to stop him. I hissed thru clenched teeth as I
felt him lick the head, tasting my pre cum. His fist still circled the base
of my throbbing dick.

     "Mmmmmm...Yessss...That feels sooooo good...Ahhhhh!" I watched his pink
tongue circle the crown then dart into the slit to wiggle around drawing
more clear fluid.

     Wnen he opened his mouth and went down on my cock, I had to close my
eyes for a moment as pleasure rippled thru my body. He could only take about
3 or 4 inches, but he concentrated on bobbing up and down. He used the hand
around the base of my cock to stroke up and down in sync with his mouth and
tongue.

     "Ohhhhh...Yessss Nguen...You're sucking me so good...I love the way you
suck my dick...Mmmmmm"

     He stared up at me with those big brown eyes as he worked on my cock.
He took my balls in his other hand and rolled them gently. I was headed for
a Hell of a climax and wanted to give him a chance to pull off. I wasn't
sure he was ready for a mouthfulof cum yet.

     "Ahhhh...Baby...You're gonna make me cum soon...I feel it close...You
can take your mouth...Ohhh...Hurry...I'm gonna cum...Gonna cum...N N
Now...Now sweetheart...I'm cumming!"

     He made no move to stop sucking as my cock swelled and started
spurting. His cheeks bulged and he swallowed, then swallowed again as I
blasted a huge load.

     I was wasted...Literally! He stayed on my dick until I had no more to
give. He finally let my slick cock slide out of his mouth. I pulled him up
and kissed him, tasting my cum.

     "OK, you little rat...Now it's MY turn" I whispered as I swooped down
onto his Throbbing hardness. I knew he was close, and his dick was leaking
clear fluid. I went to the base and nuzzled his pubic hair with my nose. His
little body writhed in pleasure.

     I moved my mouth and took his little ballsac in my mouth. I rolled the
little orbs around while I jacked him with my hand.

     "Ooooooooh Beecham-San...Ooooooooh."

     I guess this was the first time he had experienced this also. I moved a
little lower and licked his perineum with the flat of my tongue. I even
wandered to the beginning of his ass crack. I felt him tense slightly, so I
backed off and returned to his cock.

     Nguen began thrusting his hips up and down which told me he was about
to cum. I sucked him faster to bring him over the edge.

     He didn't last five seconds. His dick swelled then started pulsating as
his sweet boy juice squirted into my mouth.

     "Cumming Beecham-San...Cumming...Ahh...Ahhh...Ahhh...Ohhhhhhhhhh!"

     We cuddled for a few minutes catching our breath, then showered, ate a
hearty breakfast and headed out for a day touring the surrounding area.
Nguen showed me thru some of the religious temples that dotted the
surrounding landscape. We had a picnic for lunch and returned home tired and
happy.

     As the next few months passed, Nguen and I grew closer. An idea was
forming in my mind, but I wasn't sure if it had a chance. I decided to at
least make some inquiries with the Legal Office after my next Alert
rotation.

     So far, my job had been pretty uneventfull. We had been called on to
pick up downed crews, but they had been fairly near, and we had not engaged
any enemy troops. That changed on my next Alert rotation.

     The scramble horn went off, indicating a possible mission. This time
the news was bad...an F4 Phantom had been hit and had gone down somewhere
north of Hanoi. The wingman had reported sighting two chutes, which meant
the crew had managed to eject. It would mean a long and hazardous mission.

     The normal configuration for this type of mission involved a mixture of
different aircraft. Two HH3E 'Jolly Green' helicopters would be accompanied
by a couple of A1E Skyraiders...call sign 'Sandy', for fighter escort. These
were old WWII vintage propeller driven planes, pulled out of mothballs for
duty in Vietnam.

     They could carry a huge variety of armament...bombs, rockets, napalm,
cannon...and were very maneuverable and could remain on station laying down
a blanket of suppression fire. They were our guardians.

     The final piece of this group was 'Crown'...an Air Force C130 equipped
with extremely sensitive electronic search equipment. It also served as a
refueling tanker for the Jolly Greens...a procedure we had developed only
months before.

     The mission was bad from the start. We took considerable ground fire
sporadically as we approached the search area. The F4 crew was near a small
village called Phuc Yen...about 25 miles Nortwest of Hanoi.

     We picked up a signal from the downed pilot's ELB (Emergency Locater
Beacon) and homed in on it.
As we got close, we received voice transmission from the two on the ground.
They were both OK, only minor injuries. They said they would 'Pop Smoke' to
let us determine their exact location. They also informed us of considerable
enemy activity in the area.

     When we spotted the smoke, the Sandys roared in and layed down covering
fire while one Jolly Green (mine) went in for the pickup. The second
helicopter was 'High Bird' and hung back in case anything happened to the
chopper making the initial attempt.

     I could hear enemy rounds hitting the armor plating of our chopper as
we hovered over the rescue point. It was a terse time, holding a hover over
the treetops while the hoist operator lowered the jungle penetrator down to
the two pilots. Door gunners poured a constant stream of fire into the
surrounding jungle.

     As soon as the two jet jocks cleared the trees. I put the chopper's
nose down to accelerate outta there. We took another burst of gunfire which
penetrated the lower side of the flight deck. I felt a blow to my lower
right leg and it went numb. The co-pilot took the controls while I checked
out the damage.

     I had taken a few pieces of shrapnel thru the side of my flight boot,
just above the ankle. The Pararescue (PJ) pulled me out of the pilot's seat
to the cabin where he pulled off my boot.

     "Not bad, Sir" he said "Looks like the boot helped soften the blow.
'Fraid the ankle's broken."

     He applied a dressing and I became a passenger for the trip home. I got
a chance to meet the two fighter jocks who came over to check me out.
"Drinks are on us at the Officer's Club" they shouted, grinning widely.

     Because of my injury, we landed at a forward operating site at Nakhon
Phanom (NKP for short). I was taken to the clinic where X-Rays confirmed the
broken ankle. I would have to remain overnight, so my crew took the rescued
pilots on back to Udorn.

     The next day I was transported back to Udorn on another Jolly Green,
that was returning from a resupply mission. As soon as we landed, I was
taken to the Base Hospital and the temporary cast was removed. A thorough
examination showed I wasn't injured seriously. A couple more pieces of
shrapnel were found and removed and a soft cast was applied.

     I would be grounded for at least six weeks. I had to stay in the
hospital a few days to watch for infection and to let the shrapnel wounds
heal enough that a hard cast could be put on to stabilize the ankle.

     I had barely been wheeled to my bed, when Nguen came rushing in and
practically tackled me as he hugged me tightly.

     "Oh Beecham-San, I 'fraid so much when you no come back. Doctor
Gardner-San told me you hurt. I scared too much!" Tears flowed freely from
his eyes.

     "There was no way I could keep him away" Jerry Gardner said, entering
the room. "Nguen's been bugging me constantly since he heard you were
wounded."

     I laughed as I imagined Nguen following Jerry around hanging on to his
coattails.

     "Hey...Little buddy...Stop crying, I'm OK. I've been hurt worse playing
tennis with Gardner-San! It's OK!"

     After three days, Jerry reluctantly agreed to let me go home. "You be
sure to keep your weight off that foot" he warned "I'll stop by daily on my
way home to check the wounds. Until we can put a hard, walking cast on that
ankle, you be sure to use those crutches."

     "Yes, Mother" I scolded him. He threw a gauze pad at me and told Nguen
to "Get this lazy bum outta here!"

     For the next week, Nguen waited on me hand and foot. I hardly got out
of bed, except to go to the bathroom or for him to give me a bath. I sat
naked on the bench in the shower, while Nguen soaped my body, paying
particular attention to my cock and balls. He would rinse the suds off by
dumping a bucket of water over my head.

     He also took full advantage of the opportunity to either jack me off,
or suck my cock until I would cum.  At least I got to pay him back at night
when he would cuddle in my arms.

End Of Part Three

     Well, so much for another. By the way, I added some factual events this
time. Nguen was real, but our relationship was purely Platonic. The rescue
mission described here really happened.  Hope you enjoyed this segment. Look
for Part Four soon