Date: Sat, 28 May 2005 04:34:12 -0700 (PDT) From: james robinson Subject: The Jungle at War This story is dedicated to my friend ` Rebel `, another author who contributes to Nifty; he actually served in the hell that was the Viet Nam war. He lost his lover, Steve, in the conflict. I would also like to honour all those brave men who served in this conflict and returned from the war to derision and hatred. I apologize for the terrible treatment you all suffered. The story contains sex between men and boys, if this is not your preference please leave, if you are under age please leave now and if it is illegal where you live to read such material it is your choice. Your comments on this story are eagerly sought, please contact me on juzjamie17@yahoo.com or justjames17@hotmail.com. All emails will be answered but flames are extinguished on receipt. Please support Nifty by donating a few dollars to help keep this great site free into the future.. The Jungle at War....................................by justjames17 The Vietnam conflict had been going on for three years since America and her allies took over from the defeated French forces. It was an unwinable situation but the politicians couldn't admit they were wrong and this meant more and more fine young men were being thrown into the mill to be ground down and destroyed. It was a case of boys; mere teenagers being dragged from their comfortable lives rushed through a quick training program and shipped out to a foreign country where conditions were completely intolerable. The jungle alone was an evil force, which sapped their energy gave them horrible diseases and hid the enemy who thrived in the conditions as they were born and bred there. Our troops were well armed but were fighting a losing battle under the extreme conditions; the air force was bombing the North daily and aircraft were spraying Agent Orange, an extremely nasty chemical defoliant, around the jungle trying to destroy the enemy's cover. All their efforts seemed useless as the determined Viet Cong continued their attacks, our patrols into the jungle met heavy resistance and their snipers gunned down many of our troops. My unit, an Australian Infantry battalion, was trucked out to a firebase set up in the thick jungle near a small friendly village, we replaced the American unit that had set it up but had been annihilated when the Gooks attacked the position in the early hours of the morning. The enemy crept up on the outposts, silently slitting the throats of the sentries, allowing the main force to creep in and create mayhem at close quarters on the sleeping men. They had somehow avoided the claymore mines and early warning trip wires; it was suspected a spy had tipped them off to their positions; they stripped the base of weapons and ammunition. We set about, after dismounting from the transports, cleaning up the bloody mess after loading the dead onto the trucks. The stench of death hung in the still humid air and the greasy ominous jungle glowered at us from the other side of the cleared area. We repaired the barbed wire and strung new mines throughout no man's land. We rebuilt the machine gun and mortar emplacements and set up our guns ensuring they had a clear field of fire, we then cleaned out the accommodation and stores bunkers and loaded our munitions and food into the supply bunker. The radio was set up near the main sleeping bunker and its position was well sandbagged to protect it, while the roof above was rebuilt and heavily reinforced. We had done all we could to improve the defences as the sun hit the tree line in the west, in typical tropical fashion there was no twilight and darkness descended quickly. Sentries were posted in pairs to ensure they couldn't be attacked easily and we settled down for the night. Several times through the night the sentries firing at shadows woke us but no attack was made, maybe the enemy had moved on looking for another base to wipe out. Daylight broke slowly illuminating the evil green jungle wreathed in mists, as we clambered out into the cooler dawn air, rubbing our tired eyes and stretching our limbs to restore circulation. The cooks had the fires stoked and were preparing our breakfast as we began our morning callisthenics under the watchful eye of our sergeant major, exercises over, we set to, eating the morning meal finishing and it off with a hot mug of tea. Our lieutenant called the platoon to attention and told us we were to do a recon sweep in half an hour, so we got our gear and weapons and fell in to wait the departure time. We filed out of the compound, crossed the clear area and set off through the foetid stinking mess that was the jungle, insects buzzed about us, mosquitoes attacked like the starving blood suckers they were, siphoning our blood into their fast bloating little bodies. The stinging, biting, itching creatures nearly drove us insane as we worked our way through the almost impenetrable vegetation. We broke out into the cleared fields around the village and began to cross the rice paddies, the villagers saw us and began to run towards their huts; we wondered what had spooked them and continued on towards the straggling huts. Our fingers caressed the triggers of our carbines as we became nervous at the reaction to our appearance, we entered the village and not a soul was visible, no kids playing in the dirt or women gossiping together, it was like a ghost town. We reached the centre of the huts when the first shot rang out and the guy on my left faltered and grunted, "I'm hit, oh fuck I've been shot." He buckled at the knees blood spewed, gushing from his mouth saturating his uniform as he collapsed slowly to the ground, we threw ourselves down and searched for the sniper, nothing was visible and we stayed pressed to the dirt our eyes moving constantly looking for the slightest movement. The medic wormed his way to our fallen mate and checked him out then shook his head indicating he was dead. No more shots were fired and two others and myself crawled towards the nearest hut, we reached it and peered into the gloom inside. The family was cringing in the corner whimpering with fear as they saw us looking in at them, a woman and three kids all terrified at the sight of us. The kids, two boys and a girl were scared witless; I smiled at them and shook my head as we crawled on towards the next hut. The rest of the patrol was crawling along the other side of the track, some moving behind the huts as the rest checked out the front. We crawled along slowly and quietly until we reached the fourth shanty; as I peered around the entrance I saw a movement and the gleam of sunlight on blued steel, a weapon was moving in my direction, I tossed a grenade into the hut and called out, "Fire in the hole." I ducked back and hugged the dirt as the grenade exploded sending shreds of the hut flying through the sultry air, a cloud of smoke and the sound of somebody screaming in pain while another whimpered softly. I jumped through the door to find utter carnage in the smoky dusty interior, an adult man lay bleeding writhing on the dirty floor while two young boys in their teens were propped up against one wall the older one clutching his abdomen trying to push his innards back into his stomach, his screams resounding over and over, his companion a lad about 16 was wounded but not seriously, his left leg was punctured and the bone was visible as he lay back whimpering. I kicked the AK47 out onto the track outside and examined the dying man; he wore the typical Viet Cong black outfit and carried a bag of rice with him, probably stolen from the villagers. The older boy with the gut wound was now silent as his strength ebbed with the blood pouring out onto the dusty floor, his face blanched and greyish and I knew he was not much longer for this world. I turned to the youngest lad and I bent down picking him up in my arms, his light slim body seemed to weigh nothing as I carried him from the hut; I carried him to some green grass and laid him there calling for a medic to attend to him. He was a typical young Asian boy, very slender with an incredibly smooth body; I found them to be both exotic and erotic even though I was not homosexual I just found them to be extremely sexual. Maybe it was the tropical heat and the lack of women to get it on with, we were warned not to pick up the local girls as many carried sexually transmitted diseases and also many were in the pay of the enemy. I squatted there soothing the youngster until the medic arrived stitched and dressed the gaping wound, giving him a shot of morphine to ease the pain, his eyes were locked on mine the whole time as if he expected me to finish him off. I tried to comfort him and offered him some chocolate from my rations; he took it gingerly then unwrapped it putting some in his mouth. His expression changed as the chocolate melted in his mouth, he smiled for the first time and thanked me in faltering English with an American accent. To slow the blood flow the medic had raised his leg up and my eyes were drawn to his slim thigh as it disappeared into his shorts, I saw down to his crotch where his genitals mounded his tight underpants. I became quite excited and I felt my cock stirring, the boy knew I was staring at his groin and a slight smile passed across his lips as he stared at me with his dark inscrutable eyes. I asked the boy who the man we killed was and he looked at me frowning then said, "He my uncle, he bad man he kill my father, my father not like him come here, he cause much trouble, my father he help Americans at base. Boy with uncle I not know, he not from my village but I think he V.C. too, they come here need rice to eat we give so he go away again. You arrive he hide in hut think you pass by, but then he shot your friend. He very bad crazy man, I glad you kill, he not worry us again. " I thanked him for his honesty and I watched his small bulge in his white briefs and it pulsed again and again as the cock began to harden, his eyes flicked to my camouflage trousers and he couldn't miss seeing my cock protruding down the leg, he looked back into my eyes and grinned licking his lips suggestively. I felt that this young lad had been toying with men before we arrived and I wondered how far he would go sexually. The medic finished his dressing and stood up then moved off towards the wrecked hut to check out the two bodies inside. The boy smiled again and his hand slid surreptitiously up my leg till he felt my throbbing cock, his hand tightened around my shaft and he stroked me a few times. I gasped and my cock leapt in his grasp. I felt close to erupting at his brief touch, my cock was on a hair trigger due to the abstinence of sexual gratification. I looked down his shorts to see his young prick standing hard in his briefs, it was pulsing to his heartbeat and he grinned up at me lifting his hips a little in a humping movement. He whispered, "You like me soldier, I name Lok, me very clean boy, I like be with soldiers. American men like me much we have much fun together, now they all dead it so bad." My brain was reeling out of control and my breathing accelerated, as my heart seemed to leap in my chest, this young boy was propositioning me even though he was wounded and the morphine must have soothed his pain and fright. He was turned on by my presence as I was by his open sexual advances, I wanted him badly, I longed to strip his glabrous young body and lick him all over tasting him, I wanted to suck his dick till he blew in my mouth and I could taste his sweet young sperm. I wished to infiltrate his small slim body with my hot hard cock, to feel him envelop my cock with his tight arse until I filled him with my cum. Lok obviously was used to being fucked by the American troops, he missed them and was now looking to me to give him his sexual fun. My cock told me that it was more than ready to do its part in satisfying the horny young boy's desires; I could feel him milking my wet pre cum out of my cock as he toyed with it in my trousers. I pulled his small hand away as I felt my climax approaching rapidly and didn't want to fill my pants with a heavy load of juice, he looked confused and pouted at me as if I was denying him his toy, I whispered, "Not now Lok, I can't let you bring me off here my men will see my semen seeping through my clothes. We will have to get together later on." Lok looked up at me his frown vanishing and a beaming smile appeared; he nodded and replied, "Good, Lok will make you cock happy when you let him. What you name Aussie man?" I smiled at him and said, "My name is Joe and I'm very pleased to have met you Lok, I think we can become very good mates." Lok grinned at me and whispered, "I sure that true Joe, we make much fucky fucky together I sure we be good friend ok?" I ruffled his thick black hair and said, "I'll see you later little one, we have to go on patrol now I'll see you when we get back." He looked sad and nodded his head saying, "You be careful I no want you get killed, you come back soon Joe." I walked away from Lok to where the platoon was gathered and as I arrived the Lieutenant called for the radio operator to put a call into headquarters to send a medivac chopper to remove our dead comrade; they acknowledged our call and despatched a helicopter to our area, we waited for it to arrive and when the Huey landed we carried the body across and loaded him gently on board. The engines revved up and we ran, bent over to avoid the whirling blades as it lifted off into the clear blue sky. It soon disappeared over the nearby hills and silence descended on the area. We rejoined the unit and moved off down through the village till we entered the thick steaming green tree line and vanished into the foetid jungle. The sunlight filtered through the overhead canopy dimly lighting everything with a sickly greenish tinge; the sweat was pouring from our bodies as we crept silently through the thick scrub, silent except for the squelching of our boots in the clinging greasy mud. We progressed without interruption for an hour; the track was obviously well used, as the jungle hadn't reclaimed the narrow winding pathway. It led to another village about 10 kliks to the east; we were to check out this village as we had been told it might be a V C hideout or at least a supply dump. The light began to increase as we reached the end of the track, the thinning trees allowed more light into the humid heavy ground area, we slowed our movements and the lieutenant signalled us to halt, the scouts were crouched in the thick grass and scrubby area before the open ground. They searched for any dangers but all looked peaceful as the villagers worked the rice paddies, the water buffalo pulling the wooden plough through the gelatinous mud. We studied every hut we could see and nothing untoward was observed, so the scouts stood up and moved out into the open, the locals didn't see them and as we broke cover they suddenly stopped in the tracks gawping at us. We neared the first paddy and stepped up onto the earth wall surrounding it, the man working with the buffalo took off his conical straw hat and wiped his forehead, then grinned at us with his stained teeth. He looked inoffensive so we acknowledged his smile and continued on towards the village, a troop of small children ran from the village playing as they ran until they saw us, they stopped dead and stared in our direction before running away back into the huts. We continued along the earthen wall until we reached the dry ground around the village, young faces were peeking from hut doorways watching us but the few adults visible seemed friendly towards us; never the less we kept a wary eye on things and our fingers caressed the triggers of our weapons. We stopped in the centre of the huts and relaxed when the lieutenant told us to rest, I squatted on my heels balanced on my weapon with the butt resting on the dirt, a small child about 5 years old came hesitantly out of the hut beside me and stood there sucking his thumb while digging his big toe into the dirt. He was naked as the day he was born and his tiny little worm-like penis rested on a small round ball bag, beneath his potbelly. He looked so cute standing there, so shy but completely innocent in his nakedness, I smiled at him and he smiled hesitantly back around his thumb. A girl about 6 or 7 appeared next to him, she too was naked exposing her tiny pussy to our view and then she moved behind him and hugged him to her, her hands clasped on his protruding little tummy. They both just stood there quietly and as still as statues watching us as if they'd never seen a white soldier before. I pulled a chocolate bar from my pack and held it out to the two kids but they didn't move a muscle, then the boy pulled his sisters hands away ran to me grabbed the chocolate and fled back to his sister who again hugged him to her. He unwrapped the chocolate and offered half to her, she let him go and took it in her hand and they both stood there eating my offering. Next thing we knew the village erupted with noise as children ran from everywhere looking for chocolate from us; the guys were fossicking in their packs pulling out the sweets and passing them around the thronging mass of children. We had set up a friendly atmosphere and soon the adults put in an appearance watching their children enjoying the chocolate. The village headman appeared, a wizened up old man who looked about 70 years old, his scrawny body wrinkled like a prune with age, he began to talk, his stained almost non existent teeth showing as he grinned and jabbered in his native tongue but we couldn't understand him, we needed a translator but as yet we hadn't been sent one. We smiled and signed to him we didn't understand and he just laughed and nodded his baldhead, we began to wander about the huts looking for any sign of hidden arms and the old man watched us seemingly unworried by our actions. This made me think the village was clean and the residents friendly; this wasn't absolute proof as we knew many of the local people swung which ever way the wind blew, while we were here they would be friendly but if the enemy arrived they would help and support them. The Lieutenant called us to reform and we fell in and marched back out across the paddy fields and re-entered the glowering green mass of the foetid jungle, we marched into the gloomy green twilight and immediately the insects attacked us incessantly. The muddy track clung to our boots slowing us as we moved along the trail through the thick undergrowth. Our legs began to tire from the constant suction of the gluey gelatinous muck we were moving through; the light began to fail as the usual afternoon storm arrived. We groaned and cursed at the thought of getting saturated whilst caught in this filthy quagmire in the stinking jungle. We could do nothing but struggle on hoping we could make it to the other village where at least we were out in clean open country. We were almost clear of the jungle when the deluge began overhead, the rain funnelled down through the canopy in rivulets and sometimes a bucketful would splash down as a large leaf would bend under the weight dumping its stored water on our heads; our jungle greens were soon saturated and clinging to our bodies, the damp material chaffing our skin as the webbing rubbed on it. We were wet, we were miserable, nothing we learnt up in the training base in North Queensland really prepared us for the filthy conditions we were experiencing. We were overjoyed to see the end of the trail and we staggered out into the decreasing rainstorm, we filed into the village and collapsed on the wet ground leaning back on our packs, our legs trembling with fatigue. The villagers appeared carrying containers of water offering them to us to drink, we thanked them and drank thirstily, we didn't care that it was untreated water, it tasted much better than the chemical tasting stuff in our water bottles. Some cooked rice made an appearance and we ate it with our fingers enjoying the spicy flavour and licking our fingers clean when we finished it. Young Lok appeared hobbling along on his mother's arm and he sat next to me smiling up at me, he said, "It good you back, I glad to see you ok Joe." I smiled tiredly at him and ruffled his hair, he sat with his legs spread open showing me his briefs again, my eyes locked on to the growing bulge as his dick erected again. My cock thickened instantly and I had to adjust myself, as it was very uncomfortable, my cock was bent painfully. Lok knew what I was doing and he grinned mischievously, his dark eyes lighting up with glee, I blushed and settled myself back again, my erection now comfortably resting down the inside of my thigh once again. Lok looked down and saw the turgid meat clearly outlined in my trousers, he whispered, "Me soon get him and do good things with him, you will like Lok then I think." I looked at the randy little tyke and replied, "I already like you Lok and you are a very sexy young man. I hope your leg heals quickly so we can really have some fun together." My mind conjured pictures of my little mate naked, his smooth slender body stretched out on the grass, his little hard cock standing up hard and throbbing as I stroked his body gently with my fingertips. I pictured him quivering at my touch and moaning with pleasure as he writhed about excitedly. I thought of how his body would taste as I licked him all over like a human ice cream, I could almost feel his throbbing little cock vibrating in my mouth as I sucked him off. I wondered if he could climax properly or if he was too young and only had a dry orgasm; my mind was filled with this young wanton boy, who obviously loved having sex with men. I was so enthralled with dreams of Lok I didn't hear the Lieutenant ordering us to hit the trail back to our base, one of the guys kicked my boot and said, "Come on Sergeant, we have to get on the trail back to base before it gets dark." I clambered to my feet and said goodbye to Lok and we marched off into the lowering sun, we reached the base just as the sun dropped behind the hills and darkness soon blanketed the area. We broke for mess, filled our bellies and turned in for the night. We slept like logs after our strenuous patrol but my mind was filled with erotic pictures of Lok. I awoke early in the morning with a raging hard on, my blanket was poled up like a tent, I struggled out and crept to the latrine where I sat and wanked my cock till it erupted, spewing semen out and spraying the dirt floor with white globules. I panted in relief and watched my weapon deflate, I then kicked dirt over the evidence cleaned off my cock with toilet paper and crept back to my bunk, I tossed and turned for a while but eventually fell asleep once more. I didn't know my problem had been witnessed by Sean, the trooper in the opposite bunk; he had seen my blanket standing tall and he watched me wake up and stagger past him with my extremely hard boner. The sight had excited him and he jacked off in his bunk catching his cream in his dirty sock then tossing it on the floor beside his bunk. Sean was a very attractive dark headed guy, slimly proportioned with a very nice body and a glorious penis; I had no clue that he was interested in guys. Then again nobody knew I was attracted to young Lok either, I hoped, as we all tried to be very macho and military in our behaviour; if they caught you doing anything sexual with another guy you were court-martialled, drummed out of the unit and jailed. You were disgraced and penalized for the rest of your life, your military history was a major part of your work history or as they call it today your CV, coincidentally the reverse of our enemy's initials. I awoke again as daylight began to filter into our bunker, I rolled onto my stomach squashing my second erection of the day against my stomach. Shit I was feeling so horny I could root a rabbit, I rocked back and forth on the bunk enjoying the sensations transmitted from my hard on, something made me look across at Sean and I could see his blanket standing tall as his not inconsiderable cock climbed upwards excitedly, he was watching me hump my bunk and was grinning and I could see movement as he toyed with his taut tool. I looked quickly away and lay still wishing my erection would fade away, Sean kept watching me and stroking his cock suggestively. I was mortified to think he was enjoying my embarrassment and getting sexual pleasure from it; I glanced back at him to see him lift his blanket up showing me his beautiful hard penis, the glimpse I got showed me a 7 inch perfectly straight penis, he had a full foreskin which slipped up and down his cherry red knob, the head of his cock looked smaller than his fat shaft which seemed to thicken considerably from the head until it disappeared into his thick ebony pubic hair. I thought of how it would enter a guy's back passage, the helmet popping into the tight ring of muscle and then as he pushed it further inside the thickening shaft would spread the tight tunnel wider and wider as it penetrated into the dark depths. I had never been fucked but I felt my arse twitching as my erotic thoughts took control of my body, I stared back at Sean and he smiled seductively as he slowly stropped his cock. We heard another guy cough and roll over so Sean dropped his blanket back down covering himself and he rolled onto his side facing me still playing with his erection. He reached down and picked up his dirty sock from the floor and pulled it under the blanket as he wanked faster, I watched his handsome face as his expression changed to one of extreme lust, his eyes closed and his lips bared showing his white teeth in the semi gloom. He tensed and went rigid as he grunted, his flushed face covered in beads of perspiration as he obviously blew his load into the sock. He stayed hunched up for a couple of minutes breathing fast and hard then he slowly relaxed and straightened out on the bunk, I could see his hand moving under the blanket as he cleaned himself off then he dropped the sock back to the floor. He looked back at me and grinned as he readjusted himself, he threw back the blanket and swung his slim but muscular legs out onto the floor and stood up giving me the opportunity to study his physique as he stretched and turned in front of me. He really was an attractive guy, muscular but not excessively so, well tanned from our last R and R on the beach, a neat six pack below well defined pectorals adorned with large soft tactile nipples that looked as if they would be a delight to suck. He was very smooth except for a neat little treasure trail that started at his button navel and disappeared into the waistband of his briefs, which bulged with his delightful cock and balls. He looked down at me and grinned as he slid one hand slowly down his black snail trail into the waistband of his underwear where he resettled his hot meat more comfortably; my eyes drank in his every movement as he teased me. My boner twitched and I felt my face heat up as I blushed, my eyes were riveted on his groin watching him toy with his sexy meat. He winked at me then grabbed his towel and wash bag and swaggered seductively out heading for the ablution area. I looked around the bunker but everybody seemed asleep still so I threw off my blanket grabbed my gear and holding my towel in front of me I walked quietly out into the early morning misty light. I heard the shower running and walked in to find Sean standing there nude lathering himself, I tossed my towel onto a bench and stepped into the stall next door to Sean, tossed my briefs over on my towel and turned on the water. We were lucky at this outpost that the engineers had set it up well, they had put in pumps using artesian water so we had running water all the time, this enabled showers and tap water around the whole base, a great innovation it made our lives much easier. I lathered up and then concentrated on my erection using soap suds as a lubricant, I began to wank off with my back turned to Sean, he whispered, "Turn around Sergeant let me help you out, I won't tell anyone and I'd really love to bring you off," I shivered from head to toes at the thought of this handsome guy wanking me, something I hadn't done since I was sixteen, but he was so damned good looking I just couldn't resist his offer and I turned towards him. He reached over the low partition and grabbed my pulsing prick and began stroking me fast, he said. "We'd better hurry before anyone else comes in for a shower." I was very close, my excitement had brought me to the verge even before he'd offered to finish me off and in seconds my balls pulled tight and that wonderful ache set up and I exploded pumping my cum out in geysers of cream. Sean kept wanking me till my cock was screaming for peace and I grabbed his wrist staying his movement as I said, "Shit Sean, that was awesome, thanks mate, maybe I can help you out next time." He grinned at me as he licked some of my cum off his hand saying, "No worries Sarge, I really enjoyed helping you out; I know you were very horny, I saw you get up earlier and go outside, I presume you went to wank off." I nodded and smiled back at him as I washed my cock and balls, we finished our showers and walked to our towels and dried off, the problem in Nam was as soon as you dried off you began to sweat again so you were never really dry. We all suffered from prickly heat and rashes were common amongst the troops, I longed to return home to Victoria where we had little or no humidity and we had four definite seasons, sometimes all four in one day as they say. We walked back into the bunker and dressed ourselves as the guys stirred and I barked out for them to get up and face the new day. Much grumbling and swearing filled the bunker as they struggled up and milled around aimlessly. The fantastic display of very fit, almost naked young soldiers stirred my cock again, gees I was feeling so horny, I felt like I would burst. No wonder young Lok liked mixing with the troops; he must have been in sexual heaven being the sex toy of such virile guys. They staggered out to the ablution area leaving Sean and I alone, he sidled over to me and said, "I saw the reaction that young Viet boy had on you sergeant, I know how you feel, my hormones are racing due to lack of sex too. I must say he looked really cute, do you think he plays around?" I smiled at him and said, "I think he might, he was telling me how much our allies enjoyed him before they were attacked, he felt me up while he licked his lips, and he seems to be as hot as hell." Sean grinned and said, "If he lets me, do you mind sharing his hot young body with me?" I nodded saying, "If he feels like sharing with you, I don't mind at all; who knows, we might be able to have him together, that would be unreal I reckon. Of course you know we can't let on about it to any of the guys, it's got to be our secret ok?" Sean nodded as he did up the buttons on his shirt, I could see his cock bulging out his jungle greens and he was excited to the max, as was I, my prick was throbbing again. Bloody hell this was unbelievable, my cock was going haywire since I met Lok; if it didn't calm down I was going to be very embarrassed in front of the platoon. Sean didn't help, he looked around to ensure we were alone and he squeezed my hard on through my trousers. I jerked away saying, "Shit Sean watch out, you will get us caught if you don't settle down, the guys could walk in any second and see you stroking my erection." He sniggered and replied, "Sure boss, I made certain we were alone, I'm not that stupid you know." I nodded and pulled away from him, sitting on my bunk to put on my socks and boots, he stood there in front of me with his boner obvious in his daks; I really wanted to kiss it but I was too worried about being caught in the act. My eyes kept returning longingly to the smooth bulge, which pulsed to his heart beat, shit, it looked so sexy. My cock maintained its hardness and I told him to go sit on his bunk and get his footgear on, he shrugged and turned away sitting opposite me and digging a clean pair of socks from his kit bag. I watched him looking him all over even his knees looked erotic as they stretched the material of his trousers, I could see the soft flesh of his inner thighs bulging out on the bunk, framing his hard cock in the V between his legs. I couldn't believe we had been together for nearly a year and I'd never looked at him in a sexual way before, I must have been blind or something because he was a stunningly good looking guy with a really tight defined body. Maybe it was meeting that sexy young lad that had triggered something hidden deep inside me but for sure I was horny as anything now, I wanted sex desperately even though I'd orgasmed twice in a couple of hours. We had a relaxed day today after doing our sweep yesterday so we could relax a little, we would be put to work filling sand bags and digging trenches, to improve our defences, but there was no great urgency so we could take it easy. I thought about working alongside Sean, although Sergeants didn't have to, I liked to put in with my men raising a sweat beside them for a part of the duty. I know they respected me for doing my bit and I know many Sergeants, all boots and gaiters, ruled by the force of their voices and remained aloof from their charges, they weren't respected or liked and if push came to shove the sergeant would be the loser. If the enemy hit their platoon the Sergeant would be virtually on his own, the men wouldn't put themselves out to assist him if he was in trouble. The lieutenant appeared in our midst while we were eating our morning meal; sure enough we were on sand bag and trench duty so we made out it was unpleasant by the groans from the guys but they were pleased we weren't off into that filthy grotty jungle again. 2nd platoon had the delightful task of carrying out a sweep in the opposite direction to the patrol we carried out yesterday, we wished them luck as they filed out through the razor wire and made their way into the brooding green mass on the other side of the fire zone. The last figures disappeared as if swallowed by the dark green maw as they entered the tree line; I said a silent prayer that they would have a peaceful patrol. We began to sweat heavily and soon shirts were removed as we shovelled dirt into the bags, the mound grew quickly and my thoughts were diverted by the sight of Sean's lithe torso gleaming with sweat in the bright sunlight, the damp sheen accentuated his definition as the muscles rippled beneath his bronzed skin. By the time smoko arrived we were all drenched, our trousers clung to us, I could see the guys' cocks under the clinging material as they lounged back resting, smoking and sipping water from their canteens. This was torture for me; my penis leapt erect again and Sean noticed, grinning at me then licking his sensuous lips. I glared at him and shook my head negatively, he smiled and shrugged his broad shoulders and this accentuated his pectorals and drew my eyes to his pert nipples standing out hard on his smooth muscles. It was as if his body hypnotized me, I couldn't look away for any lengthy period and my eyes were dragged back to his body all the time. I thought I would go insane with lust and deprivation, I so badly needed to have sex in some way, any way he wanted, I was putty if he wished to mould me. I stood up and climbed from the trench saying, "Ok men, carry on with your task, I have some paper work to do, I'll be back later on, corporal you are in charge till I return." I scooped up my shirt and hurried away towards the headquarters bunker; I put my shirt on and entered, walking to my desk where I sat quietly thinking of my predicament. My eyes were staring blankly ahead of me as I sat there silently, my vision clicked in and I was staring at our company clerk, Corporal Hughes a young regular soldier, he was typing away busily I sat there staring at him and I suddenly realized he was quite a young stud too, a 20year old blonde, blue eyed and exceedingly handsome. He was stockier than Sean but well built and very muscular, he looked as though he had spent a lot of time in a gymnasium toning up. I could see the muscles in his forearms flexing as he typed the fine blonde hairs glistening in the light. My God! I was becoming a raging queer, what was wrong with me? Couldn't I see a guy without looking at him as a sex object? I looked away cursing my weak mind and began to read the information on my desk, intelligence reports regarding V.C. movements in our area, the reports seemed to be adamant that there was a supply base close by and that was why the Americans had been massacred. I puzzled about where it could be; the intelligence was still saying it was situated in that second village or close to it. We would have to go search the area again and not just show the flag like we did yesterday, I bet our company would wear the task, at least I would get to see young Lok again when we went through. I finished my paperwork and sat back relaxing, staring at Hughes as he stood up to file some paperwork; his stocky body moved across to the filing cabinets, I watched his incredible bubble bum as he walked. The tight material of his trousers stretched across his luscious behind, I pictured his arse cheeks showing deep dimples as his muscles flexed, I thought of his sweaty crack and his tight little arsehole and wondered if he was very hairy in the genital area. I decided I was going to shower with him next time I saw him heading for the ablution block. Gees, I was turning into a complete pervert, wanting to watch a young straight guy showering so I could observe his pubic hair. I stood up and Hughes turned around smiling at me and asked, "Would you like me to file that paperwork for you Sergeant?" I looked at his perfect pink lips curved up in a beguiling innocent smile, his smooth cheeks showing cute dimples and his innocent blue eyes twinkling with friendliness, I stood there transfixed momentarily then I nodded to him and hoarsely replied, "Yes thanks Corporal, I hate filing, I'm indebted to you for ever." He walked towards me his pressed trousers highlighting his compressed bulge and he reached out to take the papers from my nerveless fingers, his hand touched mine as he took them and I nearly passed out at the feeling of his warm fingers brushing against mine. He took the filing and smiled again as he turned away to put the paperwork in the appropriate drawer, I stood there like a statue still shaking from head to toe as I watched him from behind studying his beautiful bubble bum. He finished filing the papers and turned looked at me quizzically then asked, "Are you ok Sergeant, you look a bit strange. You aren't getting malaria or something are you? You're very flushed and shivering." I shook my head and broke from my trance saying, "No, just a bit of a headache, I'm going to lie down for a few minutes; call me if I'm needed please." Hughes nodded still looking concerned but said, "Yes sergeant." He then turned back to his desk and got on with his work as I staggered from the bunker heading for the ablution block to rinse my face and wet my hair to cool off a little. I walked to my bunk water dripping from my wet hair and fell face first onto the mattress closing my eyes; I wanted to return to my old self, to somehow turn back the clock, but knew I was not ever going to be normal again. I fell into a fitful sleep filled with images of naked guys; I dreamed that Sean and Corporal Hughes were lovers and rooting like rattlesnakes. I pictured the two completely opposite bodies entwined erotically as they sucked each other's cocks. I then dreamt that Lok joined them in their lovemaking and they both fucked his small arse, he then licked them clean sucking the remnants of cum and his arse juice from their semi hard cocks and loving it. I tossed and turned in the heat, my body sweating buckets onto my bunk, my brain overloaded with sexual desires when I felt a hand on my shoulder gently shaking me. A soft voice penetrated my buzzing ears; "Sergeant you have to wake up, the Lieutenant wants to see you in his office." I grunted and cracked one sweat stung eye open to see the cherubic blonde face of Hughes bent over me with a worried expression, I rolled over and wobblingly sat up. I looked at him with red stained eyes and rubbed my hands over my sweaty face; he looked embarrassed and was blushing heavily. I asked him what was wrong and he looked at the flood saying, "You were calling out my name in your sleep. You were saying Sean let me have Hughes's arse; you've done him twice already." I was horrified and sat there stunned, I looked at him and said, "Are you sure you heard me correctly?" He stayed looking at the floor and nodded his blonde head, he mumbled, "Do you think I'm a homosexual Sergeant? I'm not, I'm still a virgin if you must know, but I don't fancy men for sex, I'm quite normal in my sexual desires, even though we are stuck out here in the middle of nowhere." I shook my head and croaked, "No Hughes I don't think you are a poofter, I never thought of you in a sexual way at all, it must be my headache. Maybe I have a fever and because you were the last person I saw, you featured in some crazy muddled nightmare." He looked up at me and said, "Yes that's probably it, you didn't look well before, maybe you should go and see the medic." I shook my head and said, "No I feel a lot better now, I hope I didn't offend you too much but it was beyond my control Hughes." He nodded and said, "Its ok Sergeant I'll forget about it, I'm sure it won't happen again. Don't worry about it any more but you had better get a wriggle on and go see the lieutenant." I stood up feeling weak and wobbling on my feet, pulled on my shirt and walked out into the humid sunlight, I could see the afternoon rain clouds building as I went into the headquarters' bunker again. I knocked on the Lieutenant's door and entered. He indicated the chair and I sat down he looked at me and said, "My hat Sergeant, are you alright? You look terrible, are you coming down with something." I shook my head saying, "I don't think so sir, I just feel a bit under the weather, I have a bad headache and this humidity isn't helping very much." He nodded and told me to watch out and if I got any worse I was to report to the sick bay and see the medic. If necessary they would ship me back to base to the base hospital. I said that I would be fine and that I didn't want to leave my platoon while we were in the thick of things, but he told me I wouldn't be any use to them if I was sick, so that was that. He discussed the intelligence report about the supply base nearby and I said that if we had to we could go out again and look for it but I didn't think it was in that village. Maybe it was in or near our neighbouring village as we had killed that V.C. there yesterday, I told him that I didn't think it was in the village but was hidden in the jungle and maybe the locals were ignorant of it. He looked at me then said, "Do you think there could be a V.C. dump close by and the locals wouldn't know where it was?" I thought for a minute and said, "Yes, it could be hidden and they mightn't let the villagers know because they were pro American." He sat there his hands together as if praying his chin resting on his thumbs the fingers in front of his aquiline nose as he looked at me thinking about my comments, he sat back and said, "I wonder if you are right, what was the V.C. doing in the village?" I told him he was related to a family there, but they hated him as he'd killed their father for being pro American. He looked at me again and asked how I knew this. I told him of Lok who spoke English and I'd interrogated him about the man being there, that was what he told me and I believe him. I'm sure he was there getting rice to eat and we caught him before he could break away into the jungle. There certainly were no tears lost over his dead body; everyone seemed quite happy we had killed him, the boy with him was not from the village and he was probably a new recruit to their cause. The Lieutenant nodded thoughtfully then asked, "Are you sure that young fellow wasn't lying to you Sergeant? These villagers are notorious for going either way for a quiet life." I said that I thought he was genuine as he was quite upset about the massacre of the Americans as his father had worked with them and they had been very good to him as well. He shrugged and said, "Well I might have a chat with him tomorrow when we go out again on patrol." I nodded and then my mind began to worry what young Lok would say to the Lieutenant, I prayed he would not try to seduce him, but was terrified he might try to. I looked at the lieutenant and said, "What if I take a man with me and I go to the village and bring young Lok back here this afternoon, it will save time tomorrow?" The Lieutenant thought for a minute and said, "Can you accomplish it and get him back before dark?" I said, "Yes if I set off now I'll grab a trooper and get moving if you think its ok." He smiled and said, "Right Sergeant, I'll expect you back in an hour with your young man." I hurried out called to Sean telling him to get his gear and hurried to the bunker grabbing my kit and rifle as he arrived snatching up his gear as well. We set of at a fast pace as I looked at the gathering monsoon clouds, I said, "Shit Sean I hope we can carry out this operation before we get our arses wet; we are going to bring Lok back to talk to the Lieutenant. We may have to carry the boy due to his wound, but I thought it better than having the boss chat to him at the village tomorrow. Lord knows what he might do, he is such a little sex fiend." Sean grinned and replied; "Yeah, probably a wise move Sergeant and we can word him up to behave himself this way." We hurried through the thick green morass of timber to reach the village, we appeared from the trees to walk across the paddy fields and someone told Lok we were coming, because he hobbled out waving and grinning happily. He greeted me then looked shyly at Sean until I told him Sean liked sex too, Lok grinned widely and sidled across to Sean saying, "Good you like fucky fucky with Lok too?" Sean hugged the little sprite and whispered something in his ear, Lok's expression looked like he'd won the lottery as he beamed happily, I told him why we were there and he nodded and I warned him not to get sexy with the officer or we would all be in big trouble. He nodded gravely and told us he'd be good so we set off back towards base. Lok hobbled along valiantly for some time but eventually he tripped over some roots and fell to the damp ground. I bent down to lift him up and he grabbed my thigh and buried his face in my crotch; I could feel his mouth moving on my genitals, as my penis grew hard. I trembled and stood there as he sucked on my burgeoning erection; Sean was watching from the side watching the boy, Lok reached out a hand and began to play with Sean's cock. We were both feeling unbelievably sexy as this youngster enjoyed our cocks, he undid my trousers pulling out my cock and taking it in his small wet mouth, his other hand fumbled Sean's fly open and he soon had his dick out stroking him. We were in heaven as he pleasured us, my balls quickly tightened and I was thrusting hard down his narrow neck ravishing him as he deep throated my not inconsiderable cock. I heard Sean gasp and opened my eyes to see him ejaculating all over the side of Lok's face, the creamy load oozing over his golden skin as gravity worked its magic. This turned me on and I began to pump deep into his body as he sucked and bobbed on my phallus. Sean squatted down on his haunches licking his semen off the smooth young flesh as Lok drained every drop from my eager nuts. I was weak in the knees as I pumped my sperm into the hungry boy's throat; the feeling of being buried deep inside his gullet as he swallowed again and again was sending tremors through my whole being. Lok having drained me, slowly pulled off my dick increasing my pleasure as my super sensitive knob slid up his tight gullet. He licked my cock as it moved out of his hot mouth and I groaned deeply with pleasure. He stood up and licked his lips saying, "Oh Joe you taste good, you cum heaps most I ever know. Thank you for that." He smiled at Sean and said, "You cum lot too, I like you lick my face it feel good." Sean gave him a hug and we could see his little bar sticking out in his shorts, I looked at Sean saying, "We'd better get him to blow too then he won't feel so sexy when he meets the boss, what do you reckon?" Sean nodded and said, "We can lift him up on that log there then we can suck him off and lick his balls together how's that sound?" I nodded carrying Lok across to a large fallen tree as Sean stripped off his shorts and briefs, I laid him on his back exposing his little rock hard prick as Sean fondled the small tight balls I sucked the tasty morsel into my mouth teasing him with my tongue as he had done to me. Lok writhed and wriggled about moaning and jabbering in his native tongue as his taut body arched into my mouth, Sean had his tiny firm little sack in his mouth licking him, driving him insane. He was bouncing on the log with excited squeals issuing from his frothy lips; Sean inserted his middle finger deep in his little arse as Lok bucked dementedly. His cock began to swell fatter and I felt him pulsing on my tongue he was gasping, drooling, squealing and arching high off the log his taut belly showing his immature six pack. Then with a loud wail he fired off his sweet sperm into my frantic mouth, the taste was exotic and truly delicious as he spat onto my tongue again and again until my mouth was nearly filled with his sweet essence. He deflated like a punctured balloon slowly sinking back exhausted onto the rough bark of the log. Sean pulled his finger from the boy and wiped it on a leaf as I swilled the tasty brew in my mouth I grabbed Sean and pressed my lips to his and he opened his mouth sending his tongue against my lips. I opened to him and he delved into my cum filled orifice scooping some into his mouth savouring the sweetest boy juice possible while Lok lay there inert panting and exhausted but with a happy smile on his moist lips. Sean and I kissed passionately our tongues fencing together as we savoured the tangy sperm from young Lok's balls; I suddenly jerked and pulled away from Sean as I felt the stinging bite of a mosquito on my sensitive pink knob. Sean looked at me in surprise then watched as I swatted the bloated blood engorged insect splattering it on my soft spongy glans, he grinned at me and said, "There, even the bloody insects want to suck on your hot cock." He cracked up laughing at his joke, doubling over then squatting on his heels to steady himself as he rocked with mirth, his laughter bouncing off the thick foetid massed plants surrounding us. Lok looked quizzically at Sean, he obviously missed the point of the joke and as I tucked my cock away I explained it to him, he too began to giggle uncontrolled and soon tears were oozing from his tightly closed lids. He gurgled, "Oh yes your dick is so good everything like it. Lok like it very much." I moved close to my semi naked boy and bent over to kiss his sexy button navel as it protruded from his flat smooth tummy, I licked my way up to his tight little nipples and bit each one nipping them gently between my teeth, causing him to stop giggling; he moaned loudly and clutched my head to his body as he arched up off the log. I pulled away from his grip and said that we had to get moving or we would not be able to bring him home till after dark. Lok sat up and slid from the log, I could see the pattern of the rough bark imprinted on his back and arse, giving his smooth body a scaly appearance. He pulled his shirt down and his pants up and we set off again along the narrow jungle enshrouded track; it was impossible to see more than 50 feet in front of us and it was easy to see how simple an ambush could be set up here in the thick devilish mass of growing green. We reached our base after carrying Lok the last couple of hundred yards; his sore leg gave out again just before we reached the open ground, we navigated our way through the maze of razor wire and mines carrying the lad into the command bunker where the Lieutenant was waiting. Lok sat in the chair while he was interrogated, he answered what he could and the officer seemed to accept what he said was the truth. He ordered us to take Lok to the mess area and give him a good feed then return him to his village before the sunset. We did as ordered and Lok ate like a famished boy, he gobbled down everything put in front of him, the cook was overjoyed to see the youngster wolfing down his cooking and kept food coming till I thought the boy's stomach was going to burst. I said jokingly, "Hey Lok, give us a break mate, we have to carry you home remember, you will be too heavy if you keep stuffing tucker into that bottomless pit you call your stomach." Lok looked up guiltily and said, "I sorry Joe, I no eat any more I no mean to be pig but I was much hungry." I rubbed his thick ebony hair and said, "I'm only pulling your leg Lok, I didn't mean what I said, eat as much as you like." He smiled rubbing his bulging tummy and said, "Thank you Joe, but I full now, we better go take me back." The cook did up a doggy bag full of tucker and gave it to me saying, "Here take this to his family, I bet they could use some extra food," I nodded thanking him and we took Lok to see the medic, he checked the wound sprinkled some penicillin powder on the cleaned wound, redressed it and told us it looked pretty good; no sign of infection and it should heal up quickly. We thanked him and set off back to the village; the trip back was slower because Lok was incapable of walking very far so Sean and I took turns carrying him, the sweat was pouring off us by the time we reached the village, the humidity was almost palpable as the rains came nearer, our lungs struggled for oxygen in the foetid moist air and we were glad we didn't have to carry him back to the base. We each kissed him as we neared the end of the track; he thanked us for helping him and the food as he hugged us around the neck pressing his sweet lips to ours. We stepped into the open clearing, as there was a monstrous clap of thunder, which echoed and reverberated around the surrounding hills, lightning flashed, tearing the gloom apart as if a search light was suddenly switched on and off. The heavy bilious dark clouds began to drop large globules of water on our heads as the rain started; visibility diminished quickly until we couldn't see more than 100 yards, the village was almost invisible in the deluging rain and gloom. The water fell from the sky vertically, it was like standing under a shower and we were completely saturated in seconds as we struggled through the fast developing quagmire along the banks of the paddy fields. Sean's feet slipped from under him and he slid down the bank splashing on his arse into the muddy water where the green spikes of the growing rice broke the rain-spattered surface. I laughed as I wobbled there holding a wet Lok to my chest, Sean looked up at us laughing, the mud washing from his handsome face as the rain pelted down on him, he struggled to his feet and scrabbled his way to the path again water flooding from his clothing and pack. We squelched our way to the village breathing sighs of relief as we stepped onto the wet grass of the clearing, Lok asked to be put down, so I lowered him to the ground and he limped along carrying the bag of food in his hands. We reached his hut and he hobbled inside as we bent our heads and followed him in, his mother and sister were sitting there waiting for him to return so we met them and Lok gave his mother the food and she looked into the wet bag then smiled up at us and jabbered what I presume was her thanks. Lok translated and we smiled at her nodding. I told Lok we must return to base and he was looking despondent as we left the hut and headed off into the heavy downpour. Sean and I made good time considering the conditions and we reached the clearing and entered the base just as the sky darkened even further as the sun set behind the heavy clouds. We squelched into our bunker dropping our equipment on the floor where it dribbled water onto the duckboards, we stripped to our briefs then grabbing our towels we headed to the showers to wash, Sean stood there and I noticed he had a few fat black leeches attached to his body filling their slimy bellies with his blood. I lit a cigarette and began to burn the disgusting parasites making them release and fall squirming to the ground. He was shivering in revulsion and I could see the tiny red marks where those horrid creatures had attached and pierced his smooth skin. I gave him a hug then washed the blood from the bite marks; we then jumped under the showers and scrubbed ourselves almost raw from the thought of the horror caused by the greasy turd shaped critters. We dashed back to the bunker, it was no use drying off after the shower as we were saturated running for cover, we dried off in the bunker watching each other as we rubbed our towels across our bodies, our genitals flopping around seductively. Dressing quickly so we didn't get erections in front of the rest of the guys present, we headed out to the mess area. Grabbing a tray we filed along as the cooks filled the receptacles with the food; we searched for empty space at a table and sat down falling on our food hungrily, our hectic day increasing our appetites. We finished the meal and sat back lighting up a cigarette to enjoy as we drank our mugs of tepid tea, we watched the guys eating and chiaking at the tables, the tom foolery typical of guys in their late teens and early 20s. Lewd stories about sex with their girl friends back in Oz, some admitting to having sex with the local girls while we were on R and R, many regaling us with the horror of finding out they had the clap or crabs and what the medics did to them. It was a nightmare of pain and misery as their urethras were scraped out with devilish instruments; they pissed broken glass for days after the operation. No wonder our superiors warned us about the dangers of fraternising with the local girls; I never wanted to risk the chance of catching VD. The V.C. were bad enough without contracting VD on top of everything, I'd rather dodge shots in the jungle than get shots in my arse with those fat knitting needle sized needles they used for penicillin injections. A minor brawl started two tables away, and I jumped to my feet to break it up before it got too serious, I grasped the two combatants by their collars and held them apart as they struggled to punch each other's lights out. They eventually calmed down enough for me to release them and I ordered them to shake hands and behave, they grudgingly did so and slunk out of the mess tent. The downpour had abated to a slight drizzle, which soon ceased, we left the mess to walk squelching about the sodden compound, the trenches were half full of rainwater and I hoped we didn't have to use them in that condition. We cursed the abysmal conditions and wondered why anybody would wish to live here much less fight to take over more of the God forsaken territory, but ideologies are weird things that caused many wars in our world. Sean whispered to me, "Hey sarge, I've got some good pot, would you like to share it with me?" I nodded and we made our way behind the complex of bunkers out of sight and he fished the toke from his shirt pocket we lit it and both enjoyed sucking the sweet smoke deep into our lungs holding it for as long as we could before breathing and blowing it out into the night sky. I felt the buzz as the dope worked on my brain and soon we were both giggling stupidly, it really relieved the continuous tension we experienced in this rotten land so far from our peaceful homes. We relished the feeling and shared the toke till it burnt our fingertips; the remains fell to the ground in a tiny shower of sparks and hissed as the wet ground snuffed it out. We were feeling no pain as we shuffled merrily back to the bunker, our laughter preceding us through the entrance, as we walked arms over shoulders companionably into the sleeping area. We flopped on our bunks still laughing stupidly and those near us looked on knowingly realizing we were spaced out of our brains, nearly all the guys were dabbling with drugs to ease the horrors of their experiences since arriving in this shit hole called Viet Nam. The sight of their friends being blown up on land mines, falling into the traps filled with sharpened bamboo tipped with shit, being sniped at as we moved through the stinking jungle, all this bore heavily on our young minds we needed something to ease the pain and make our misery bearable. We soon dropped off to sleep and slept like logs through the night. I awoke in the early morning before reveille sounded; I staggered out of the bed and fumbled my way to the outside into the morning freshness, the only time of the day here when the climate here felt liveable. I headed to the bog when I heard the unmistakable whistle of an incoming mortar shell, I threw myself down and screamed, "Incoming" at the top of my lungs as the round hit the wire perimeter and exploded in a geyser of dirt, posts and concertina wire. The eastern machine gun post began firing into the jungle on their side, a second round whistled overhead to explode near the mess tent; shrapnel flew through the air in all directions hitting a man as he exited the bunker behind me. He grunted and fell to the ground clutching his shoulder as a third round screamed in and hit the sandbagged roof of the radio bunker, a few sandbags flew through the air but it did no real damage. We were under attack by an unknown number of the enemy, the Captain ran to the radio bunker telling the operator to call regimental headquarters and inform them we were coming under mortar fire. Five more rounds whistled in doing some damage to the supply bunker and a direct hit on the mess tent demolished it sending it flapping to the ground, the cook had the stove burning which soon set the tent alight. We formed a bucket chain trying to douse the flames in between mortar rounds, we put the fire out but the tent was badly damaged and was now useless. Mysteriously the firing stopped and peace settled over the area, the stench of gunfire drifted across the area, only two men were casualties neither badly hurt just shrapnel wounds which although painful were not life threatening. We helped them to the infirmary and the medic checked them out. He decided they needed evacuating to base and a medivac helicopter was requested. The Captain debriefed the machinegun post troops and found out they hadn't seen the enemy but they knew the mortar was hidden in their field of fire but in the tree line out of sight. He said it was a testing of our defences and it could mean a full scale attack was imminent; he returned to the radio and advised regiment what he thought was going on, they told him if it developed further to call them and air support would be laid on. We stayed on alert all day, watching and waiting to see if the V.C. would escalate the situation; nothing further occurred, except for the arrival of one of our Iroquois choppers to evacuate the wounded men. After it departed some men were designated to try to rebuild the mess tent with what was left of the canvas. They were able to rig a shelter over and enclosing the actual kitchen area, we would be eating out in the open or in the bunkers till a new tent was dispatched from headquarters base in Nui Dat. The Captain decided after midday mess to send out a patrol to look for signs of the enemy; 2nd platoon, having already patrolled in the area were ordered to carry it out, we were to take over our perimeter positions allowing 3rd company to rest. We moved into the positions and checked the guns, everything looked fine so we settled down to watch and wait, one squad was told off to repair the damage to the concertina wire hit by the mortar. Peace descended on the position as we waited for 2nd platoon to return. Dusk approached and we saw the patrol appear from the sullen green mass and weave their way through the fortifications and reported to the Captain. Night blanketed the area and we settled down to watch for a possible enemy attack, our nerves strung tight we were jumpy and the slightest sound caused our hearts to seemingly jump into our throats restricting our breathing. The night passed uneventfully and another day dawned with the heavy mists rising from everything, visibility was minimal and we were worried the enemy might sneak up on us under the mist's cover. Again we were keyed up and our nerves stretched as tight as rubber bands, but our worries were groundless and the rising sun burned off the mist quickly. The patrol had located the area the mortar had been set up in and they reported that the enemy seemed to be at platoon strength by the amount of trampled grass and footprints in the mud. We knew that the attack had been a test but not a serious attempt to dislodge us, but the enemy knew we were there and I guess he also had determined our strength; they would need a much larger force to overrun us, it would take time to gather a force large enough to carry out a serious attack. They would probably return again and again to keep niggling us keeping our nerves on edge and disrupting our sleep at night. The Viet Cong were a sneaky but persistent enemy who were fanatical in their efforts to take control of the country and kick the western influence out. Our officers had a tete a tete in the headquarters bunker and they decided that we should carry out a sweep to see if we could locate and engage the enemy platoon. This was to be tomorrow and we were all advised to get plenty of rest tonight in preparation. We were pulled off guard duty and 3rd platoon again took up the positions, we fell out and hit the tucker trail. Filling our bellies took no time and then we relaxed for a couple of hours before turning in for the night, one thing about being out here there was little to do at night; no TV to amuse us, so cards were a diversion and gambling was our amusement. Time for sleep crept up on us and we turned in for the night hoping the V.C. didn't annoy us again. The night passed uneventfully and as dawn arrived we were up filling our bellies again before setting off on patrol, two companies were going out in a pincer movement hoping to trap the enemy between us. We formed up fully armed in our companies as the commanding officer briefed us on the task ahead, we listened carefully and his pep talk revved us up to the point where we were ready for anything. The companies moved out us towards Lok's village and 2nd platoon in the opposite direction where they had found the mortar attack area, we were soon encompassed by the stinking morass of trees, creepers and shrubs, the humidity rose as we pushed further into the jungle. Sweat soon stained our uniforms and our bodies began to chafe, our eyes stung from the salty perspiration as it ran down our foreheads almost blinding us and we had to continuously wipe it away to clear our vision. Our equipment grew heavier and heavier as we slogged and squelched through the foetid slime we moved through, our boots were saturated and our socks sodden causing blisters to develop. God how we detested this country and its never ending heat and humidity, we craved to return to our homes but of course this couldn't happen until our time was up. We reached Lok's home and there was my little Asian angel grinning at us as he stood on one leg resting his sore limb, he waved to me calling out, "Hi Joe, you going on patrol again? You be careful I no want you hurt." I smiled at him and nodded telling him I'd be careful and I'd see him soon on our return, he nodded smiling then saw Sean and waved to him saying the same thing to him as he had to me. The Lieutenant looked at me grinned and said, "You seem to have made a fan there Sergeant, he appears to like you a lot." I nodded as I wiped the perspiration from my face and we continued on into the jungle again, the heat was increasing as the sun climbed higher into the morning sky and the stinking steaming morass seemed to suck our life spark out of our tiring bodies. We reached the second village pausing there to rest for a few minutes, taking swigs from our canteens to wash down some salt tablets. The Lieutenant urged us on again and we entered new territory, there was no difference; a jungle is a jungle, it is all the same, exceptionally unpleasant, the roots attempt to trip you, the clinging mud holds you back, the gloom sinks your spirits and the heat and humidity saps your strength. We stumbled along as quietly as possible peering into the gloom both at ground level and in the trees searching for snipers. We knew we would probably hear the gunshot before we saw anything, and it made your skin crawl at the thought of a bullet tearing into your body, fired by someone who wanted you dead. The morning dragged slowly on with no contact with the enemy as we took a track running off to the left, which would head in the direction we thought would bring us to meet up with our fellow platoon. This track seemed not as well used as the other between the villages but was not overgrown, so it was used frequently. We slowed our pace and became more cautious; our forward scouts suddenly stopped crouching in the undergrowth, signing to us to disperse on either side of the track. We leapt into the thick scrub and hunkered down watching and waiting; we heard movement coming towards us and we peered through the green veil of leaves. Figures appeared, their black clothing blending with the shadows as they walked brazenly and confidently along the track, they moved between our positions, 20 Viet Cong soldiers probably moving away from our other platoon. We saw the mortar being carried between two men, some of these soldiers looked to be about 15 or 16 years old, we waited fingers caressing the triggers of our weapons. The Lieutenant judged the line of men was in our fire zone and he fired his pistol, we opened fire and a swathe of bullets cut the startled enemy down, many wounded and writhing on the muddy track adding their blood to the quagmire. Pitiful cries and whimpering sounds emanated from the jumbled twitching and writhing bodies as we stood up and moved out onto the track. In front of me was one of the young boys, his contorted slim body arched up as he clutched his bullet riddled abdomen, and blood drenched his flimsy black pants as he screamed in agony. His hands moved slightly and the severed artery sent a spurt of crimson across onto my trouser leg, I jumped back a little horrified. The boy seemed to be teetering up on his heels and the back of his head, his bare abdomen taut and stretched, blood spraying up between his splayed fingers as his shirt slipped up to his corded neck baring his smooth torso and exposing the very tip of his neat pubes, he stayed there for some seconds then collapsed flat on the mud his face contorted as he died at my feet. I vomited my breakfast over his inert young body as I retched uncontrolled until only bile dribbled from my lips, the foul taste in my mouth made my stomach heave again but I had nothing left to bring up. I was doubled over his still quivering body as I struggled for breath, Sean approached and offered me his canteen to rinse out my mouth and I thanked him swigging on the chemical tasting water. Sean took me aside and sat me on a rotting log, he squatted next to me and said, "I know how you are feeling Sarge, that boy looks a lot like young Lok, he may look attractive but he would kill you without a qualm if the boot had been on the other foot. Don't waste your pity on him, he was one of the enemy." I sat there shaking and nodded my head saying, "Yes I know Sean, but I can't help feeling the way I do, killing a human being is wrong. I know he is an enemy soldier, but he is so young and it's very sad his life is over so uselessly." Sean squatted with me silently sharing his companionship, I slowly got control of my emotions as we heard more movement approaching, we again dived into the foliage and waited, my hands were trembling, I think shock was setting in, I doubt I could hit the side of a barn if I fired. The movement neared us and we made out the scouts of our other platoon, the Lieutenant called out to them and they lowered their weapons as we stood up. They came forward and surveyed the dead bodies and laughed saying that they were pissed off we got them first as they had been chasing them for hours. We photographed the dead and collected the weapons dropped by the enemy, then we set off back the way we had come, returning through the villages and again we halted at Lok's to rest and eat our rations. Lok sat between Sean and I as we ate and Sean told him of the ambush and Lok was very excited and wanted to go and see the bodies, we warned him it was a few hours walk, too far for him with his wounded leg and he pouted saying, "Oh I so like to see dead V.C. they very bad peoples. They deserve to die." We ruffled his hair and told him it was best he not see them because a few of them were boys not much older than him. He showed great interest at this news and said, "They sometimes more bad than man and they hate American much and try to kill all." I wondered at his attitude towards the young V.C. and I asked him why he hated them so much. He sat there a minute then he said, "When I young, French men here fight V.C. the V.C. take our village five young V.C. drag me and my little sister to hut rip our clothes and they all fucky me then her, we scream loud but no one help because they afraid." I was horrified and asked Lok how old he was and he replied, "I only 9 when they do me, it hurt bad I bleed much not walk well for week after." I gave him a hug and said that I hoped he would never have that happen again and he told me it wouldn't happen because the Americans and now Aussie men protect their village from the Cong. I prayed that this war would soon be over so these people could lead normal lives. We were rested and the officers called for us to reform and move out back to base, we marched off as I waved goodbye to Lok and we re-entered the jungle on the final lap of our patrol. The compound appeared as we cleared the last jungle trees and we marched back into our base. We were debriefed and the officers were very pleased that we had been so successful in our endeavours and a report was immediately radioed back to our regimental headquarters. We were dismissed and we dumped our gear and lolled around on our bunks my mind still filled with the sight of that young lad dying at my feet, Sean tried to cheer me up but my stony silence soon dissuaded him. I lay there silently as the guys gossiped and laughed around me; they tried to bring me out of myself but gave it up and just ignored me. They laughed at how some of the enemy died; I think it was a form of bravado to cover up their true feelings. We were given two days off to relax and recuperate after our patrol and I planned to go visit Lok the next day to try to get the vision of death from my mind. We turned in exhausted physically and mentally, sleep was slow in coming to me as my mind saw the contorted body as it lurched up teetering on heels and head over and over. I finally dropped off to sleep but again my dreams were a replay of the ambush and death of that boy. When I awoke next morning I felt as if I hadn't slept all night, I felt washed out and irritable, Sean said good morning and when I grunted back at him he left me alone. I showered and donned a clean uniform and made my way out and down the slope to the track into the jungle, I walked through the mottled dimness and arrived in the sunlight near the rice paddies. The farmers working the paddies waved to me as I strode past, I acknowledged them and reached the village; Lok was sitting on the step with his sister tossing pebbles into a circle drawn in the dirt. He looked so cute in a pair of dark blue shorts and a white shirt, good enough to eat as they say; the sight of him cheered me up considerably. He didn't see me till I stopped in front of him; he saw my boots and his eyes slowly rose up my body until he was beaming into my face. He struggled to his feet and reached his slim arms out to me, I moved in to his hug and clutched his tight little arse pulling him against me as I lifted him up, he pressed his lips to mine and we kissed hungrily. I felt my fingers pressing into his wide spread arse crack through his shorts as he wrapped his legs around my waist and rubbed his small prick against my stomach. He leaned back, his hands locked behind my neck I looked into his bottomless black eyes as he smiled so seductively at me, I felt him pushing his now hard cock into my navel as he humped on my fingers. He said, "Joe it good you come, I so want you take me to see bodies." I frowned and replied, "I don't think I can do that Lok, I really don't want to see those dead people again, they will be starting to smell now I think and their bodies will be swelling up in the heat. You really don't want to see that do you?" He looked deep into my eyes studying me closely and said, "I see you hurt about that boy you kill, if you no want we stay here but we go for walk in jungle so we be alone, yes?" I hugged him to me kissing him and I said, "That sounds like a great plan Lok, I really want to be alone with my sexy boy." He grinned and nodded eagerly then said, "Come we go walk now, come back have meal later ok?" I nodded and asked where would he like to go and he said we could go to the river nearby where they got the irrigation water for their rice paddies, he nodded the direction to go and I carried him as he clung to me like a limpet. We tracked through a plantation of fruit trees and reached the slow moving river, it was almost black in colour as it ran beneath the overhanging trees, its smooth surface dimpled with small swirls as the current flowed past. I lowered Lok to the ground and I could see his little hard on poking up in his shorts, he lay back feeling himself showing me how big and how hard it was as he squeezed it through his blue pants. The white shirt was open almost to his navel exposing his golden torso with its young developing muscles, his pert nipples poking up showing through the thin cotton. He looked ravishing and my cock was raging hard and straining for freedom, he was watching my pants pulse as it moved to my heartbeat and my excitement, his pink tongue caressed his soft lips as he smiled provocatively. I dropped to my knees straddling him and his nimble fingers undid my pistol belt; I shrugged it off placing it beside us on the thick lush grass as he attacked my trousers undoing the buttons of my fly. My erect penis bulged obscenely through the parted fly and Lok's eyes lit up at the sight, he felt me gently sliding his fingers up and down the thick shaft, I arched my head back moaning. His fingers rubbed the wet tip of my cock as the pre cum saturated the cotton, I groaned loudly and my cock leapt in his grasp he rose up on his elbows and kissed my oozing knob, sucking my juice from the faucet. He sucked and hummed nearly driving me insane with unbridled lust, I was humping into his mouth trying to drive my spike into his gullet, he began to gag and choke on the cotton covered knob as it rubbed against the soft back of his throat. He pulled back his eyes weeping tears as he pulled off my cock, he gasped for breath his thin chest heaving as he pulled my trousers down to my knees followed by my briefs allowing my hard on to bounce in front of his face. He bent to the task again this time swallowing me easily without the annoying cotton, I groaned as I felt his throat wrap around my tingling tool, he began swallowing to increase my pleasure. Lok had been taught exceptionally well, his talents were superb the talented mouth, throat and tongue stimulated my senses incredibly. He sucked and tongued me bringing me nearly to climax then sucked gently allowing me to ease back as my balls dropped; he did this again and again working and playing my piccolo. He had me almost crying for release then he looked up at me saying, "You fucky me now Joe, I want you fill me deep." He pushed me back and as I cleared his legs he lifted them up till his toes touched the ground beside his ears, the white dressing on his shin contrasting with the rich green grass as he lay there with his brown ring winking at me. I dribbled some saliva onto his small wrinkled arse lips, they sucked the fluid into his rectum, I spat a second lot then rubbed it around his sensitive ring. His anus was opening and closing sensuously as my fingers toyed at his back entrance, my cock was demanding to be sunk into that tight brown entrance so I edged closer to his upturned arse. My spongy purple knob brushed his tender doorway; I leant against him while balancing on my hands and toes. His gateway to delight opened and pulled my helmet into its tight embrace, the incredible heat of his rectum seared my oozing glans as I slowly embedded my cock deeper and deeper inside this magical boy. Lok moaned and gasped as he pushed back on my impaling sabre, his small body writhing beneath me. His hard prick had softened and was lying flat on his pubes with his acorn sized balls flat on each side, I watched the smooth perineum twitching as I pummelled his arse. The twitching soon turned to a swelling, as his cock grew hard once more to rub on his ridged stomach as I pounded into him mercilessly. My breath was wheezing, whistling as I began to climb towards my climax, my cock drilling him deeper as I thrust into his stretched sphincter. Lok was moaning his head rolling about in lust, sweat pouring from his face and torso mixing with mine as it dripped onto his hot heaving torso. My balls tightened and I grunted as Lok clenched his little muscle choking my invading cock, I groaned aloud and spewed my dammed up sperm, it burst forth flooding his stretched bowels as I drilled him deeper trying to thrust my cock up to his throat. His body went into spasms as he fired off his young sweet sperm covering his chest and stomach in spurt after spurt of pearly cum; I held him up off my body, trembling with the effort and the afterglow of a raging ejaculation. I pulled my deflated penis from his tight hole and dropped down beside him watching him unfold his cramped legs exposing his still heaving little chest covered in globules of his essence. I touched a shimmering little pool and brought it to my lips tasting him, the flavour was delicious and my taste buds demanded more as I bent across him licking his warm flesh and sucking the semen into my ravenous mouth. Lok lay there quivering, moaning with pleasure as my tongue caressed his smooth stimulated body. I cleaned him off and then lay back beside him on the soft green sward, our fingers touching companionably as we recuperated from our dual climaxes. Our eyes closed as we drifted on soft clouds of sexual bliss, the warmth drying our sweaty bodies, as we lay there inert. Some time passed, we must have dozed off unknowingly I awoke to the sound of someone walking towards us, I sat up pulling my trousers up to cover myself and looked up, I breathed a sigh of relief as I recognized Sean standing there smiling down at us. He squatted down and said, "I wish I had a camera, you two make a beautiful picture lying there almost naked." I smiled up at him and said, "I too wish you had a camera, I'd love a photo of my little lover here to remember our first fuck by." Sean grinned and said, "Well the sexy sight of you both asleep together will live in my brain always, I guarantee you that." Lok awoke and saw Sean there he grinned at him a little shyly and said, "Hi Sean, you catch us after fucky, we fell asleep." Sean smiled at him and said, "It's just lucky it was me that found you not someone else from the battalion." Lok got to his feet and limped to Sean hugging him and kissing him. Sean looked at me I smiled and nodded my head telling him it was ok, Lok could do what he wished; I didn't own him much as I loved him and I think he loved me too but at his age variety seemed the spice of life. Sean responded to my naked nymph's advances, his hands slipping softly down Lok's smooth flanks. I couldn't help a surge of jealousy as Sean stroked my beautiful boy and the boy responded to his caresses, his small flaccid prick started to engorge with blood and grow. He soon had a full bone standing proudly up against his slightly rounded lower abdomen; Sean looked down at the boy's hard erection and smiled slipping a hand around the throbbing bar of warm muscle. Lok trembled as they kissed passionately he felt the rough hand enclose his boyhood and begin to wank him eagerly, the boy's knees turned to rubber as he swayed about Sean steadied him with his other hand as Lok grasped his head with both hands pulling their faces closer. I could hear their cries muffled in their tongue filled mouths as they kissed feverishly. I turned away and tidied up my uniform picked up my pistol belt and buckled it up, I wanted to get away so I couldn't see Sean take my boy and have sex with him. My heart was heavy, but I couldn't interfere with Lok's enjoyment, he was obviously used to multiple sexual partners where I wasn't really sexually experienced at all. I stole quietly away and sat with my back to a large tree hidden from their sight as my eyes filled with tears. Unfortunately my hearing was still being bombarded with the sounds of sex, little moans and whimpers, the sound of lips smooching flesh and finally the sound of mutually excited climaxes. I stood up and walked away back towards our compound, my heart heavy and my feet dragging as if I was wearing lead boots. I entered the base grumpily acknowledging greetings from my fellow troops; I walked to the bunker and removed my pistol holster and belt tossing them on the footlocker and dropped face down on the mattress. I didn't want to talk or eat I just wanted to be by myself locked in my little world of misery. I finally drifted off to sleep and hours later I felt someone shaking my shoulder, I opened a bleary eye to see Sean's handsome face looking worriedly at me, he shook me again and said, "Why did you run away Sarge? Lok is distraught that you left without saying goodbye." I turned away before I smashed my fist into his face and told him to fuck off now and not to come near me again or I'd pummel him to pulp. He moved back and slumped on his bunk speechless; he shook his head and rolled over onto the bunk and faced away from me. A palpable silence filled the air between our bunks as we ignored each other. I tossed and turned trying to sleep but my feverish brain kept reliving the happenings of the day, the incredible sex I'd enjoyed with Lok then the hurt and feeling of rejection when he turned to Sean while I lay there beside them. I don't know what time I finally sank into a fitful sleep tormented by my dreams, but as daylight broke I lay there with my cock raging hard and demanding attention. I rolled on my side facing the bunker wall and began to wank off, my fantasy involved a three-way fuck, my cock embedded in Lok's tight little tunnel while Sean stuffed my back passage with his pole. I quickly reached my climax and shot my bolt into my hand, I lay there breathing hard and licking the cum from my palm and fingers. Good old Mrs. Palmer and her five daughters had saved my sanity once again, I lolled back on the bunk and stared at the sleeping form of Sean, I couldn't help admiring his smooth handsome face; he laid there in repose a peaceful expression on his relaxed visage. I wanted to hate him but my desire for him weakened my resolve and my heart let me down, I remembered him wanking me in the showers, the comforting warmth of his firm grasp as he stropped my cock until I erupted hugely. He was an incredibly attractive guy, his tanned body almost as smooth as my young lover, only his pubes were thicker and his snail trail differed, his armpits too were tufted where Lok had none evident when I licked him there. Both guys were sexy, smooth, so desirable and sensuously slick, I longed to lick both bodies to hear them groan with excitement. I knew I was wrong to be jealous of Lok, the boy was his own master; I didn't own him, much as I wanted too, but I knew we would eventually move on to some other zone or even return home leaving the boy here. He had the right to determine his own life, to find his pleasures himself. Sean rolled over and cleared his throat softly and I looked across to his bunk, he was lying on his back one hand behind his head as he played with his erection under the blanket. He glanced across at me and I whispered, "I'm sorry Sean about my bad behaviour yesterday, but I was insanely jealous of you and Lok. Please forgive my surliness and don't you dare cum there in bed; I want to suck you off in the shower." Sean looked surprised and then pleased as he smiled disarmingly, he nodded and whispered back, "Ok Joe, let's go now before the guys wake up, I'm nearly bursting; my nuts are swollen and aching for relief." We both rolled our legs out onto the floor and grabbed our shower gear creeping out into the early morning mists; we shivered a little and ran for the ablution area. The showers were empty at this early hour so we stripped our briefs off and jumped under the shower together. I knelt down and began to lick and suck his smooth silky cock while sliding the soft outer skin up and down the fat firm shaft. Sean trembled and sighed; I was running my other hand up over his flat gorgeously muscled abdomen his treasure trail tickling the palm of my hand as I ran it over the crisp curly black hairs. Sean moaned softly as he pulled my face to his crotch, my hand released the shaft to hold his swollen tight balls in their rubbery sack, I felt the large orbs swelling as I squeezed them gently. Sean groaned and began to ram his fat tool into my throat as I fought the urge to gag, I felt him pass that point and he slipped smoothly deeper into my gulping gullet. He groaned again and sped up his assault, his motion becoming more frantic and ragged as he lost control his climax taking charge as his balls drew up in preparation to exploding. I gulped and swallowed working my throat muscles on his incredible invader, he was pulsing, twitching and trembling almost out of control as he moaned and groaned. Sean arched back thrusting every inch of his engorged member deep into my throat as my breath whistled through my nostrils; he swelled stretching my gullet and I felt him pumping his scalding semen into my stomach as he ground my face painfully into his hard hairy pubic mound. The bristling musky pubic hair tickling my squashed nose as I frantically tried to breathe, I was on the verge of blacking out from lack of oxygen when he finished his rutting and relaxed with a deep sigh letting my head ease away from his crotch, I inhaled a huge breath and slid my mouth back to fondle his cummy knob with my tongue, teasing the final dribbles from his urethra. I relished his salty sweet emission as I licked my lips and stared up his smooth body to look into his dreamy still dazed eyes, he stared almost vacantly back at me a satisfied smile on his lips. His vision slowly cleared as his body recovered from his climax and he took a deep breath then said, "Fucking hell Sarge that was so intense, you really excelled yourself; I don't think I've ever been sucked so well in my life. Thanks for doing me; my turn next time. I know you wanked a little while ago as I heard you panting as you blew." We turned on the shower and washed each other then dried off and padded back to the bunker to dress as a few other guys began to struggle awake and sit up scratching their bodies and balls irritated by the prickly heat. We dressed in fresh uniforms and gathered up our collection of dirty clothes and carried them out to the water filled old oil drum, which was sitting over a low fire bubbling away waiting for us to wash our soiled clothes. We did our laundry wishing we had some locals to do it for us; maybe we could approach Lok and see if some of the ladies in the village would like to earn some money doing our laundry. I'm sure they would job a better job than we could. We after all had come from home where we still lived with our parents and had washing machines to do the job; our efforts in the primitive conditions were far from brilliant. We boiled our grubby clothes after adding some detergent; we fished them out using wooden sticks and hung them over some rope strung between the bunkers using the wooden pegs on the line to hold them if the wind blew up. Having done our laundry we wandered to the mess area and ate our breakfast washing it down with a couple of mugs of hot tea. I craved a nice cold Fosters Lager but no such luck; our supply convoy hadn't shown up as yet, so we had no luxuries and even our cigarettes were running low. The guys were all whingeing and griping about the lack of grog and if the cigarettes ran out there could be a riot. The quartermaster was at his wits end trying to get headquarters to get on the ball and truck out our supplies including a new mess tent. We decided that we would ask Lok and next time we visited the village we could approach him about the laundry problem. The area was quiet; everyone lethargic in the hot still humid air, a muffled thump sounded from the northern jungle and someone screamed "Incoming." The eerie whistling of a mortar round sounded and a geyser of dirt flew skywards on the perimeter. The Gooks were back testing our defences, so we thought. Round after round sang towards us and began to do some damage around the compound. A call was put out for air support and a flight of our Sabre jet fighters was despatched, we crouched in our trenches and bunkers watching and waiting for the enemy to make a move. The sky filled with the howling scream as four Sabres flew low overhead their machine guns and cannons raking the dense green vegetation, leaves and branches flew through the air as the planes turned to rake the area a second time. They blitzed the area then flew low overhead waggling their wings as they raced away lifting up over the mountains and vanishing from sight. All was quiet once more and we thought the enemy was wiped out; we began to relax when a second mortar opened fire from the eastern side, this time it seemed as though there were more weapons in use as the rounds were falling thick and fast. A second call was radioed to base and they said they would contact an American Dakota to pay us a visit; these old gooney birds had been armed with a multi barrelled modern version of the old Gatling gun; they called these aircraft Puff the Magic Dragon and they put down a horrifying field of fire annihilating everything in its path. We stayed crouched under cover and awaited arrival of the old plane, time passed and we were beginning to take casualties as the mortars found the range. Then we heard the distinctive drone of the old prop engined aircraft as she slowly, lumberingly approached our position. We advised the pilot where the enemy was situated and he turned in their direction. When he was in position there was the incredible sound of the gun firing, it almost sounded like the tearing of material, the gun fired so fast you couldn't hear the individual explosions. The jungle was destroyed as the hail of bullets cut through the thick timber like a giant mower, nothing could survive the deluge of bullets, Puff turned around and cruised slowly back hosing down the jungle in a second wide swathe. Nothing was left standing except the trunks of the larger trees, the ground littered with foliage and branches. The plane then turned and slowly cruised away into the distance wagging its tail like a dog. We crept out of cover and stood surveying the destruction and began helping those wounded by flying shrapnel from the mortar rounds. Nobody was seriously hurt and the medic was able to patch them up, the Captain called for a squad to go out and search for the dead V.C. 2nd platoon sent a squad out while we began to repair the damage done to the compound, sweating in the heat, the air seemed to be low in oxygen and we were soon gasping as we laboured. The patrol returned with three wounded prisoners, they had obviously hidden behind trunks of some of the larger jungle giants. Their wounds were not serious, just incapacitating, their limbs were either hit by fire from Puff or splinters of timber from the shattering trees. We clustered around glowering at the bleeding demoralised enemy, we asked the patrol troops were these the only enemy soldiers there and they shook their heads telling us that there were about fifteen bodies scattered around the area. They were puzzled that they found no mortars and the Captain told us the V.C. probably removed them before we got out to the area, it was unusual to find dead V.C. as they always took their bodies with them, he thought it was obvious that the survivors were too few in number to clean up properly. We finished the clean up and repair work while the Captain radioed Headquarters telling them we had the prisoners and they said that a chopper was being despatched from Vung Tau to pick them up for interrogation. Before sundown we heard the distinctive sound of a Hui approaching and it arrived and landed in a dust storm caused from the downdraught, several armed Military Police dismounted and hustled the bandaged prisoners aboard, the chopper quickly lifted off and roared off back towards base. Darkness was settling in as the sounds of the helicopter faded into the distance. We fell out for mess call and sat around exhausted, eating in the warm muggy darkness, sentries posted the rest of our tired complement turned in for the night. We slept like the dead all night and awoke next morning feeling rested and fit. Sean and I showered at the same time and enjoyed watching each other's bodies as we soaped up, Hughes appeared towel over his shoulder; he stopped dead when he saw us there and blushing crimson, he turned and hurried away again. Sean asked me what that was all about and I told him about my dream that Hughes had woken me from, Sean burst out laughing and said, "That explains why he has been behaving so strangely when he saw me, now I know I'll have some fun with him." We finished showering and began to dry off; we shaved and cleaned our teeth then gathered up our gear and strolled naked out from the ablution block, wolf whistles and laughter resounded through the area as we swaggered back to the bunker. We saw young Hughes gawping at us and blushing profusely; he almost ran to the showers and vanished from sight. Sean said, "Let's give him time to get under the shower and then we'll sneak in and frighten the crap out of him." I laughed and nodded, pulled on my briefs and we waited for a couple of minutes then sneaked back to the showers, Hughes was bathing peacefully shampooing his hair, eyes closed as we entered. We watched him, admiring the young stud's superb body as he turned around slowly allowing the water to course down his torso as he washed his hair. Sean looked at me and whispered, "Oh cripes, look at that unreal young body and wouldn't that be delightful in bed sandwiched between us?" I nodded speechless as I devoured the sight of Hughes perfect prick, it was slack but full very plump and thick about five inches long, curved down over the best looking set of balls in a hairless velvet pouch. The lad's pubes were neat almost invisible as they were so fair, the V of his lower abdomen naturally drew your eyes to the perfection of his soft full genitals. He turned again to expose the full curved mounds of his muscular glutes, the heavy dimples moved as he shuffled his feet; the deep crevice between those delicious mounds hid the precious anal opening. I looked at Sean, he stood there stroking his erection and I realised my cock too was raging hard; we both had to exert self control to stop rushing Hughes and ravishing his perfect young body. We decided to get out of there before the lad saw us because if he saw our rock hard erections he would know we were gay for sure. The picture of that blonde beauty would live for ever in my mind; Hughes was a stunning guy who would make a fortune as a male model. We went back to the bunker our hands hiding our erections and sat on our bunks to calm down. Hughes wandered in dressed in his briefs and both our cocks leapt erect all over again; we hid our hard ons from him by crossing our legs as he nodded to us and continued onto his bunk to get dressed. I whispered to Sean, "we have got to go see Lok; I'll burst if I don't get my rocks off soon, we can ask about the laundry business too." We dressed and walked outside, our clean shirts already getting damp from our sweat, cursing this stinking hot humid garbage dump of a country. Sean and I agreed to visit Lok as we had one day left to relax, we sauntered out through the defences and strolled side by side through the thick glowering jungle, the sunlight filtered through the overhead canopy breaking through here and there in bright golden yellow spears of light which accentuated the gloomy green and black darkness which generally ruled the hot humid sauna like area. Reaching the village we looked for our young man, I saw his sister and asked for Lok, she pointed away through the fruit trees towards the river. We walked under the spreading branches across the thick grass towards the stream, the air under the trees felt cool as the slight breeze stirred the leaves above our heads. Lok was sitting his knees under his chin, his arms wrapped around his legs as he stared into the dark slow moving water, he appeared to be deep in thought and those thoughts were unhappy ones. His demeanour was solemn he didn't look his usually bright effervescent self; we tip toed up behind him and stood silently watching him. He didn't realize we stood there for some time as we studied him silently; suddenly he looked around and bounded to his feet leaping up onto me nearly knocking me over in his excitement. He hung onto me weeping and saturating my already sweaty shirt as he clung tightly with his arms round my neck nearly strangling me, he snuggled his face into my neck mumbling words I couldn't understand, his legs wound around my waist clinging like an octopus. I let him weep as I patted and stroked his slim back, I kept telling him I was sorry for my bad behaviour yesterday and begging his forgiveness, he sobbed and squeezed me then raised his tear-wet face to look into my tear-filled eyes. He kissed me on the lips so gently and sweetly saying, "I sorry Joe I no mean to make you angry I just love both my Aussie man. You are my best friend but Sean my friend too." I kissed him back and said croakily, "I love you my little Lok and I love you so much it hurts. I love Sean too; he is my best friend after you my lover boy. We must share our love, I know this now and I won't get upset again." He beamed through his tears and looked at Sean who stood there weeping too, he came close and put his arms around both of us hugging us close, "I love you both so much I never want to hurt either of you. I'm glad for what ever love you feel you can share with me." We broke our hugs and sat close together on the riverbank just enjoying the warm feeling of comradeship we shared. Lok placed a hand on my right thigh and his other on Sean's; he gently rubbed our inner thighs as he rested his head on my arm. We then lay back, resting on the soft green sward and dreamily enjoyed the peace and quiet, the peaceful surroundings lulled us into a trancelike state as we lay there silently sharing our love and friendship. We lay there together until Lok suggested it was time to eat, we stood up brushing off the leaves and grass from our clothes and walked together back to the village. Lok's mother had cooked up a delicious rice dish garnished with fresh vegetables and chopped pork pieces, the light spices complimented the dish and we ate ravenously, our appetites stimulated after the boring repetitious military fare at our mess back at the base. I asked Lok about the villagers washing our companies' clothing and he turned to his mother and jabbered away to her, she listened to what he said then she smiled and nodded vehemently then replied to his question. Lok translated her answer and she said that she would be happy to wash all our clothing and she named a price that when translated to our currency was a pittance. We told Lok that it was a deal and he informed his mother, she was overjoyed and came around and hugged Sean and I, we were happy that she was so pleased and thought it must be tough with her husband dead to care for the three of them. It was arranged she and Lok would come to the base tomorrow morning to collect the laundry. We sat around enjoying the peace of the village until the sun began to lower in the west and we stood up hugging them all and headed back to camp, Lok escorted us to the jungle's edge and we kissed him then swatted him on his cute tight bottom and sent him home, as we walked through the oppressive darkness and reached the open ground around our base climbing the hill to the compound. Our night was peaceful; our sleep was unbroken until we awoke next morning to the guards shaking our shoulders waking us to have our breakfast early as we had to go out on patrol shortly. We grouched and grumbled but got up and staggered out of our bunks every guy showing his raging rock hard Rodger, the sight of so many tented briefs was mind boggling. We laughed and chatted as we ate and the meal was soon finished as we sipped some of the local liquor made by the villagers, a type of rice wine, very nice but with quite a kick in it. We began to develop a rosy glow as the alcohol crept into our systems, Lok grinned at us and laughed when Sean nearly slipped off his seat, we were happy as crickets. After the meal we decided to walk off the meal and headed for the riverbank, our weapons slung casually in this peaceful area. We were chatting quietly and enjoying a cigarette when the twilight peace was shattered by the sound of an AK47, bullets flew through the air like wasps cutting leaves and twigs from the trees around us. I heard Sean grunt and turned to check him as I threw myself to the ground fumbling for my Armalite, Sean spun around then slowly folding and dropping to his knees. His bloody hands clutching his left side as blood pumped spraying through his fingers, Lok stood terrified his body rigid with fear as his wide eyes watched Sean collapsing beside him. The boy was covered in Sean's blood, his clothing wet and sticking to his slender young body. I kicked Lok behind the knees to push him to the ground as the enemy raked the semi darkness trying to kill us all, Lok cried out shrilly as he fell face first onto the thick lush grasses. I brought my rifle up and peered into the gloom trying to locate where the enemy was hiding, the AK47 stopped firing as I looked about and I heard movement through the trees. I squeezed off about twenty rounds fanning them across where I estimated the movement occurred but heard no cry to show I had hit the sniper. Lok was crying beside me and I could hear Sean's moans as he writhed on the ground on the other side of my little lover. I crawled around Lok and ripped Sean's blood soaked shirt off, his webbing and weapon were lying where he'd dropped them when he was hit. Sean was a mess he had been hit by at least three rounds and his whole left side was ripped open, I could see into his abdominal cavity. I folded his shirt up and stuffed it into the gaping wound after sprinkling it with antibiotic powder from my first aid pouch; I lifted him up slightly, he screamed in pain, I called to Lok to hold him there so I could bandage him efficiently. Lok was ignoring me, so I nudged him with my knee and said sharply, "Lok wake up, I need your help or Sean will die." The boy struggled up his face just visible in the gloom, his cheeks wet with tears as he moved to my assistance. He supported the almost unconscious Sean while I bandaged him and the blood flow stopped pumping out of the wound. We laid him back down and I injected his thigh with a morphine sachet, I asked Lok to run to the village and get some men to help carry Sean back to camp, he fled into the night and I sat there stroking Sean's hair and telling him he was going to be ok. A group of villagers appeared talking rapidly as they peered around looking for the sniper, I told Lok to tell them the sniper was long gone and asked them to make a stretcher to carry Sean on. They set to and in minutes they'd made a rude stretcher and gently lifted Sean onto it as I picked up our weapons and followed in their wake. We made good time back to our base and I called out to the sentries giving them the password of the day. We entered the camp and the medic came at the double when he heard of our arrival, the villagers lowered Sean to the ground and the medic checked him out then called out to the radio bunker to call for an urgent helicopter medivac. I sat beside Sean waiting for the helicopter to arrive and after about an hour I heard the sound in the distance. Flares were lit to light the landing area and the little chopper landed in a cloud of blown dust, we loaded Sean into the pod under the chopper and it revved up lifted off and disappeared into the black sky. We extinguished the flares and darkness descended on the area as the chopper's engine sounds faded away. The medic told me Sean was in a bad way as he'd lost a lot of blood and almost certainly he would suffer infection from the gaping wound. I thanked the villagers for their help and gave Lok a hug as I led them through our defences; they disappeared into the night soundlessly. I felt completely numb and desolate as I stood at the entrance of our wire, I had lost my best friend and I feared he would die before he made it back to medical attention. I knew I had to carry on; my men relied on me maintaining my equilibrium, they needed me at my best when we went out on patrol. I trudged back up the hill and entered our base and grabbed my gear to take a shower, I let the water flowing over me relax my tense body, I washed the sweat and blood off me then towelled off and pulled on my clean underwear. I cleaned my teeth combed my short hair and headed to my bunk feeling a little better now I was clean. I slept fitfully through the night tossing and turning, the sight of Sean's empty bunk kept reminding me he was in grave danger, this kept my mind whirling in circles. I looked at my watch to see it was nearly dawn and I sat up feeling exhausted and my head ached terribly. I went to stand up and my legs wouldn't hold me, I fell smacking my head onto Sean's bunk and knocking myself out. The noise awoke young Hughes, he jumped up and hurried to my side, I came to groggy and my vision was blurred, he helped me to my bunk and saw I was bleeding from a large gash on my forehead. He told me to sit still while he ran to get the medic. I lay back in my briefs with my eyes closed as my head thumped and whirled my hearing non-existent due to a roaring in my ears. The medic appeared in his underwear carrying his knapsack; he checked my gashed head then shone a torch in my eyes moving the light from one to the other. He shook his head and said, "You aren't too good sarge, you have a bad concussion and you may have a fracture in your skull. I think you will need evacuating back to base so you can be examined properly. I'll put a dressing on your forehead and give you some pain killers, while I organise the helicopter again." I cursed under my breath; what would my platoon do without my experience to guide them? While I lay there thinking I heard footsteps and the lieutenant appeared with a worried expression on his face. He looked at me and frowned then said, "You look terrible Sarge, a trip to hospital will do you a lot of good. We'll battle on here until you return but we'll miss both you and Sean." The medic reappeared and said that he would assist me to get dressed as the chopper was in the air and should be here in an hour or less. I struggled up; my head spinning painfully and both the medic and Hughes dressed me then helped me lie back down to await the arrival of the chopper. I was now semi conscious my vision more blurred and even with the painkillers my head ached abominably, the throbbing pain in my head was causing my stomach to rebel and a gasped, "I'm going to throw up." The medic held a bucket for me as I vomited my guts up; he cleaned my face with a wet cloth and gave me a drink of water to rinse my mouth out. A stretcher was brought in ready to carry me to the chopper and four of my platoon stood about waiting to carry me out. I lay there inert sweating profusely the medic said, "The chopper is here Sarge, we'll get you aboard now." I hadn't heard its arrival due to my ringing ears. They lifted me onto the stretcher and away we went, I was positioned on the pod and strapped down as the blades whirled overhead, I faintly heard the engine roar as the bird lifted off but I felt the downdraught from the blades. We lifted off and as the sun lifted over the mountain, we headed towards our main base. The helicopter lowered down onto the helipad outside the base hospital, orderlies ran forward bent over to avoid the still spinning blades, and they unfastened the lashing belts and lifted me up and carried me to an ambulance. I was placed on the rack inside and away it drove, bouncing on the rough ground, the jarring caused my head pain to surge and I shut my eyes tightly as I groaned in pain, the only good thing was the ringing in my ears had subsided considerably. The truck stopped and I breathed a sigh of relief as the doors opened and I was removed into the huge hospital marquee, they carried me past many beds with bandaged bodies in them until they placed me on a clean bed. A nurse appeared and took down my particulars saying, "You're in good hands now Sergeant, we will look after you here, don't worry." I lay back revelling in the fresh cool clean sheets as my body relaxed, a naval padre appeared and chatted to me asking me what had happened to me, had I been wounded I felt embarrassed to tell him I'd had a turn and collapsed cracking my head on a bunk. He smiled and said, "You couldn't help that if you passed out young man, they will soon get you back on your feet, I'm sure." I said, "Thank you Sir, I'm sure that they will." I then realised this officer could find out about Sean so I asked if he knew what had happened to him. He shook his head and said that he didn't know that name but he would find out and let me know as soon as he had any news. I lay back and relaxed as much as I could; I dozed off into a drugged sleep and was awoken by a doctor examining me. He checked my eyes and removed the dressing on my head then said, "I think we will need to send you for some X-rays, I don't like the way your pupils are reacting, and we need to find out if you have a fractured skull." I told him that the medic suspected I had one when he examined me; he nodded and said the medic was a very smart man. I was sent for X-rays and they found a bad fracture plus some swelling of my brain, I was glad to hear I had one of those, a brain that is, I sometimes doubted it. They told me I would be evacuated back to Australia where they had much better facilities, the Chaplin appeared and told me he had located Sean and that he was still alive although very ill still and that he was being sent home for treatment now they had stabilised him. This was great news as I was sure he had died of his wound and I hoped to see him shortly, I asked where he was located and he told me Sean was in the next ward. Evacuation day arrived and I made a request that I be taken to see Sean on the way, the orderlies took me there and I found him lying in his bed, he looked very ill, his normally tanned skin was greyish and his sexy eyes were blank from the drugs, he didn't recognise me and I prayed he would recuperate properly. They sent the patients to the docks in ambulances and we were carried aboard the H.M.A.S Sydney, a converted aircraft carrier that was used for carrying supplies and as a hospital ship. We reached Sydney, where the wounded were offloaded into ambulances and we were transported to hospital. I think in a way Sean and I were lucky to be sent home the way we were because when our troops, most of them National Servicemen not volunteers, were withdrawn from Vietnam they received a very unpleasant welcome home. The country had for some time been disrupted by massive demonstrations against our involvement in the conflict, these people greeted our men with contempt and screamed abuse at the troops as they marched through the streets after disembarking. It was a total disgrace as the boys had not volunteered to go and fight they had been conscripted and sent over there. Hadn't the troops suffered enough in that stinking foetid tropical hole without being shunned and abused on their return home? A short time later the South fell to the Northern assault, a huge scramble to escape occurred as the remaining American forces tried to evacuate, the civilian residents were pleading for help but it was impossible to evacuate the huge crowds. They were left to fend for themselves under the Communists. Sean and I both recovered fully, he underwent three years of painful skin grafting and his body still bears the scars to this day, while I still suffer incredible migraine headaches which lay me low, I'm incapable of doing anything when one hits me. I lock myself away in a dark room and try to sleep the pain away. We were discharged from the army together and we set up house firstly in a flat in suburban Melbourne, later we invested in a house under the returned serviceman's scheme; we still reside there happily today. I didn't hear from or see Lok for many years and wondered if he survived the conflict. It turned out Lok sailed from Vietnam in a rickety wooden fishing boat with his mother and sister and fifty other escapees after the South fell and they suffered a long and dangerous voyage before they arrived in Darwin. Australia accepted them as refugees and they took up residence in Sydney. He was searching for me and at the same time I was trying to find out what had happened to him after the South fell. But that is another story, maybe I'll tell you about it one day. The End. I have opened a group where you can find my stories; I'm gradually posting my earlier tales there as well as my new efforts. It is a free adult site so you must apply to join the membership, please ensure you have a profile showing you are 18 or older. Access is through http://groups.yahoo.com/group/juzjamie17/join hope to see you there.