Return To Saigon
by: Peter
(© 2016 by the Author)
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The Characters:
Hunter
Brady
James Nolan, Me.
Bonner Smith
Cole Campbell
Danh
Taun
The streets of Saigon were teeming with people and the heat that still hovered over the city from the afternoon sun. Hunter strode along the crowded street, oblivious of the heads turning and the looks that followed him as he passed by. Sometimes he thought he must be a spectacle to these smaller Vietnamese people with his massive, 230-pounds of muscle moving among them. But he was used to it, and he had only one thing on his mind; Brady, who was waiting on him in room eighteen of the Tyler Hotel. The tingling in his loins at the mere thought of the guy quickened his step. What the hell ever gave him the idea that he could take on a big stud marine like Brady anyway? But the prospect of getting together with him again had loomed over his every thought for the past two weeks. He wondered how it would be. They both knew why they were meeting.
They had met in a bar down the street two weeks earlier. Brady bumped into him making his way through the crowded bar on his way to the rest room, and caused Hunter to spill his beer down the front of his uniform.
“Shit! I’m sorry.”
“It's just beer,” Hunter said.
“I’ll buy you another as soon as I go to the bathroom.”
“I don’t like warm beer,” Hunter said with a sly grin.
Brady broke out laughing. “Nor recycled beer,” he said.
Hunter stood at the bar watching the big marine walk to the back of the bar. He reminded him of a stallion, the way his long, powerful legs slung out with each step and his equally powerful butt muscles churning inside his uniform pants. He sipped what was left of his beer till he saw the guy come out of the rest room then he downed it and set his glass on the counter.
“Okay, draw us both a beer,” Brady told the bartender as he came up to the bar and slid his tight butt onto a stool. Hunter sat on the stool beside him.
“Like I said, its only beer. I don’t think beer stains,” Hunter said. He didn’t care if it did. It would be worth the price of a new shirt just to get to know this guy.
The incident broke down the barrier that naturally existed between the Army and Marines and the two were soon talking like old buddies. Well into the conversation, Hunter shifted his weight on the bar stool and his knee came into contact with Brady’s leg. He took his time pulling his knee back and noticed with keen interest that Brady didn’t jerk away either. Not much to hang his hopes on but he was grasping at anything that he thought might bring them closer together. It happened again, only it was Brady’s knee that brushed hard against Hunter’s thigh, and again, neither of them panicked to move apart.
“Gotta go empty the tank again,” Brady said as he slid off the stool.
The restroom was well occupied and they had to stand back and wait for the urinals to open up. Hunter was the first to step up to the urinal. He pulled his zipper down and stretched his cock out as far as it would reach and let it hang out of his fly. When Brady stepped up beside him, try as he might, he couldn’t help what he saw in his peripheral vision. He strained not to look, yet his eyes were drawn down to the right at the big hands pulling out the biggest hunk of man-meat he’d ever seen hanging out of any man’s fly, or in the barracks. Brady slipped his hand under it so it lay across his palm.
Instinctively, Hunter glanced over his shoulder to see if there was anyone waiting to take a piss. Brady looked around too, wondering what Hunter was looking at. Their eyes met for a second as both heads turned back and Hunter doomed himself with a quick glance downward.
Brady’s eyes stayed fixed on him for a split second longer and in that fleeting time, it was obvious to both of them that something connected.
“I don’t know, back to where? Where’s your base?”
“Okay, I’m on the way,” Hunter said.
“Marine barracks,” Brady told him as the two men climbed into the back seat. “Fuck,” he swore as he lay back in the seat. “One of these days I’m gonna learn to quit one beer sooner so I don’t have to deal with a hangover.”
“Hell, I’ve been saying that since I was sixteen,” Hunter said as he lay back as well. When he splayed his legs apart his knee came up against Brady’s thigh again. Brady didn’t move away so Hunter didn’t withdraw either. The cab bouncing along caused their legs to bump together, but neither of them seemed to mind. Hunter certainly didn’t. Suddenly, he was aware of a pressure against his legs from Brady’s knee. It startled him. He pressed back a little and Brady increased the pressure. Another couple of blocks and they were rubbing knees together.
Hunter’s heart was thumping in his throat. God, this was too good to be true. Brady was somebody you only met in your dreams. When the cab turned the corner too fast, Hunter reached out to keep his balance and grabbed Brady’s knee. The decision came in a flash to leave it there and when Brady didn’t seem to object he moved his hand higher onto his thigh.
Suddenly, Brady thrust his legs out so he could get his hand in his pocket. He pulled out some money and handed it up to the driver. “Just drive, and don’t pick anybody else up,” he said.
By the time his words were out of his mouth, Hunter’s hand was moving into the marine’s crotch. Brady slouched lower in the seat and splayed his legs wider in a gesture of invitation. Driving around in a cab, there was little time for foreplay, and Hunter quickly began fumbling with Brady’s belt and his fly. Brady brushed his hands away and did it himself, and rose up to shove his trousers and shorts down to his knees. Hunter wasted no time in bending over the man’s middle, then changed his mind and slid off the seat to his knees on the floor of the cab. Brady shoved his shorts and trousers down to his ankles and Hunter squared himself between his legs and ran his hands up his massive thighs as he leaned down between them. He couldn’t believe the size of his cock suspended down over his big balls. He wet his lips and scooped the head up into his mouth. Brady pressed his head back in the seat with a soft groan. The head of his cock felt like the size of an orange in his mouth and his entire cock was expanding.
Brady put his hands on top of his head to urge him down. He tried, but the guy was so big he couldn’t accommodate much more than the head and a couple of inches of shaft. He used lots of tongue and that seemed to satisfy Brady.
“Awww, shit…awww, yeah, suck it,” he moaned.
Hunter sucked and slobbered on the big cock but he couldn’t do it justice. There was only one way he could handle it and this wasn’t the time or the place. But he wanted to finish him off. He owed him that. He wrapped both hands around the big cock and was still able to suck him. Fuck, he was huge. And, it turned out, long winded.
“How long can you go?” he asked finally.
“How long do you want me to last?” Brady asked.
“Shit, I could do this all night, but I don’t know if I’ve got enough money to keep driving around. Can we meet sometime?”
“Fuck, yeah, but what’re you gonna do about this?” Brady asked, fisting his enormous cock. “Man, you’ve got my nuts boiling; you can’t leave me like this.”
“I won’t. I want your load,” Hunter said. “Can you help me out a little; jack it while I suck it.”
“Yeah.”
They worked in tandem, Brady fisting his spit-slick cock while Hunter sucked it, but to no avail.
“What’s it gonna take for you to give it up?” Hunter asked him.
“I get like this when I’ve had a little too much to drink,” Brady said.
“I know a way if you’ll let me,” Hunter said.
“How?”
“Just don’t go ballistic on me, okay?”
“What’re you gonna do.”
“Just lay back and let me do it. I’ll get you off,” Hunter said.
While Brady pumped his own cock, Hunter nuzzled down and began sucking his balls.
“Ooohhhhh,” Brady moaned softly.
Hunter popped one then the other in and out of his mouth, then held them up and nuzzled under them, lapping way up in the apex of his thighs. Brady slid down further so his butt was off the seat. Hunter followed the path between his legs till he was able to touch the man’s butt with his tongue. Brady realized what he wanted to do.
“Hold on,” he said as he struggled to get his pants and shorts pulled of one leg. Then he slouched back down and cocked his other free foot up on the seat. “Now,” he said.
Hunter went back to work, licking the inner slopes of Brady’s butt and flicking at his asshole. Brady reached down and pulled his butt apart.
“Ohhh, Fuck!” he gasped when Hunter’s tongue found his asshole.
When he was nice and wet, Hunter wet his finger and began rubbing the clenching hole. Brady squirmed around on his finger. He massaged the rubbery muscle and pressed his knuckle hard against it, and felt Bray pushing back. But when he started to shove his finger through the hole, Brady stopped him with a vise-like grip on his wrist.
“Careful,” he said.
“It’s not gonna hurt,” Hunter said. “Just let me do it. I tell you, it’ll blow the top of your head off when you come.”
Reluctantly, Brady let go of his wrist and he gently inserted his finger.
“Oohhhh,” Brady gasped.
Hunter wriggled his finger around inside him, gently stretching his hole to prepare him for his second finger. When he felt relaxed, he inserted his middle finger as well and Brady moaned again. He thought he’d better stop at two. He wriggled and danced his fingers around inside the hot, velvety hole, causing Brady to squirm around on his hand. He proved and found the love nut hidden in the warm confines of his ass and brushed his fingertips over it.
“Ohhh, shit, what was that?” Brady gasped.
Hunter rubbed his fingertips around on the swollen gland and it sort of pulsated in appreciation. He began applying pressure, massaging it and Brady let out another low moan. It was time for the coup-de-grace. He pulled Brady’s big cock down and captured it with his mouth and began sucking him while he massaged his prostate. It took barely a minute for the big Marine to start thrashing around in the seat, literally fucking himself on Hunter’s fingers. Hunter curled his fingers around the love nut and squeezed it gently.
“Ohhh, My Godd…Ohh, fuck!”
Yeah, it was time. Hunter brought his tongue into play, lashing it all around the head of Brad’s cock while he fisted the shaft with his hand while he squeezed and mauled his prostate. He heard him choke on his moan.
“Aww, mannn, you’re getting me there!” he gasped. “Fuck! Don’t stop doing that! Awww, suck, it, dude, suck my cock” he cried as he clamped one hand on the back of Hunter’s head and thrust his cock up into his mouth. “Shit, I’m coming!”
Suddenly his cock exploded in Hunter’s mouth. Great ropes of hot semen came spurting out and blasting against the back of his throat.
Shit, where’s it all coming from, Hunter wondered. He locked his lips tightly around the head so he wouldn’t lose any of the precious nectar, but wondered if he would be able to catch it all. The guy was shooting off like a stallion. He was aware of the city lights dimming then they were in the dark as the cab rumbled through the streets, apparently on the edge of the city now.
Finally, Brady began to ease back down in the seat and Hunter realized that he was practically bridged across the seat. He reached down for his wrist again and urged him to pull his fingers out. He held onto his cock with his mouth, swirling the thick come all around the head as he gradually swallowed it. When he was sure he had it all, so there wouldn’t be a mess, he raised up with his head on the back of the driver’s seat.
“Damn!” Brady swore as he collapsed in the seat. He reached up and felt of the top of his head. “It’s still there,” he said.
Hunter laughed. “I told you.”
“Fuck, I never shot off like that in my life! What the hell was that spot you found in there?”
“Your prostate. Your love nut. It’s the nerve center.”
“Geezusss! I knew I had one, but I didn’t know what it was for,” he said.
“I don’t know if that’s what is for or not, but it works,” Hunter said.
The cab pulled over under a very dim streetlight. “Ready to go back to barracks?” the driver asked.
“Yeah,” Brady replied as he rose up and reached for his clothes. Hunter helped him get his shorts and pants straightened out so he could pull them on then he got up in the seat beside him.
“You didn’t get on seats,” the driver asked.
“No,” Hunter said. “No, I didn’t lose a drop.”
“He very long-winded.”
“Yeah,” Hunter agreed.
At the Marine barracks, Brady got out. “When were we going to meet up?” he asked, leaning back inside.
“I’ll call you when I can get a pass.”
But he never did. And that was the last time they saw each other. But he did call Brady at his unit a couple of times to keep in touch and that kept up his hopes. But then came the pullout and they lost track of each other. Till one day Hunter got a letter addressed to Hunter c/o Postmaster and the next line, Please, Please Deliver This. With due small town diligence, the letter was hand delivered to his door.
“Is your name Hunter?
“Yes.”
“Well, then this must be meant for you; you’re the only Hunter we can find.”
Hunter;
We never exchanged addresses but I remembered the name of your hometown and you said it was a small town. So I’m taking a chance. I hope you get this. Getting out of here was chaos at best and I’ve wondered if you made it out. I did, but I came back. Don’t ask me why. Missed the place. Fuck, I missed the war. I never forgot that cab ride back from the bar where you spilled beer all over me. Your “apology” was something I will NEVER forget. If you get this write back, at least to tell me you’re okay. And if you’re not tied down, give some thought to coming back for a visit. It’s not the same but close enough, and nobody’ll be shooting at you.
Brady
Hunter didn’t have to give it much thought. He’d often wondered what it would be like back there, and there was nothing holding him back except a shit job that he was thinking about quitting anyway.
Hunter slipped in through the alley door of the hotel and went up the back stairs. It was a common route for GIs not wanting to be seen going in the front and the desk boy never said anything; he knew he was going up to a room that was already paid for. He also knew the reason the rooms were rented. Hunter plunked down five bucks, though, to keep the clerk happy, and went up the stairs. He tapped lightly on the door of room eighteen.
“Yeah.”
“It’s Hunter.” He was taken aback when the door opened. “Geezusss!!” he swore under his breath.
“What?” Brady asked, stepping back to let him in.
“Nothing. I guess I just didn’t expect you to still look like that without your clothes,” Hunter said. “Dam, fucker, you are still built!”
“So they tell me. Fuck, man, it’s great to see you!” Brady said as he pulled his old buddy into a tight hug. It could only be described as an all-male muscle hug, with all that hard muscle pressing and flexing together. “Let me get you a beer.” He went into the bathroom to get a beer out of the ice-filled sink.
Hunter’s eyes focused on the man’s tight, round butt churning and flexing in his boxer briefs.
Brady tossed the beer to him. “That look familiar?”
Hunter snatched it out of the air and held the can up. “Best beer in Saigon. Shit, how much of this stuff did we pass through our kidneys?”
“All but what you dumped on me,” Brady said as he plopped on the bed, leaning back against the headboard and motioned Hunter to the only decent chair in the room. “I was really surprised they delivered my letter.”
“Small town dedication,” Hunter said. “So how was it, getting out?”
“Worse than any firefight I was ever in. Those bastards were taking no prisoners. I actually caught a baby that was tossed over the fence. Weird as hell; the kid wasn’t even crying.”
“Why should he, he landed in the arms of a Marine,” Hunter said.
“I don’t know what happened to him. I’ve wondered if he ever knew his parents.”
“How’d you know it was a him?”
“I carried him on the plane. They were shorthanded. I had to change his diaper. How about you? You left after I did, didn’t you?”
“We were the next to the last ones out,” Hunter said. “I didn’t get a plane. We flew all the way out by helicopter. You’re right, it was the scariest fuckin’ flight I ever took.”
“Well, we both made it out, that’s all that counts.”
“Why’d you come back?” Hunter asked. “I never gave a thought to coming back to this stink hole till I got you letter.”
“Like I said, I missed the place. The war, even. I left too much of myself back here. I had to come back to see if I could find it,” Brady said.
“And did you?”
“I don’t know. It would help if I knew what I was looking for. But I keep looking.”
“There is a certain nostalgia, being back,” Hunter said. “I never thought I would feel that.”
“I know. I don’t understand it either. Maybe because being in that fuckin’ war was the first and greatest adventure of my life. I never felt anything like it back home. I wanted to come back and feel that excitement again. It’s not the same, but I feel content….whole.”
“So you’re staying?”
“I’ll probably die here. There’s nothing for me back in the States. Who knows, I might even be buried here.”
“Not too soon, I hope. You got a woman here?”
“Several close friends with benefits,” Brady replied. “The women here still like American cock. How about you? Did you ever settle down with anyone?”
Hunter smiled. “I like the way you asked that….not a woman, but anyone.”
“I never really knew your politics,” Brady said. “I figured that one encounter didn’t define you; it was a chance meeting.” He guzzled down his beer and set the can aside and stretched out across the bed on his stomach, facing Hunter.
Hunter surveyed the sight of him over the top of his beer, his eyes falling to his round, high and tight butt.
“Fuck, that’s a great looking butt,” Hunter said.
“So they tell me,” Brady said again, laughing.
“Did you drag me all the way over here to eat it or fuck it,” Hunter asked.
“So there’s no misunderstanding, despite what I let you do to me in the cab that night, I’m straight,” Brady said.
“I wouldn’t want it any other way, but you didn’t answer my question,” Hunter said.
“I wouldn’t mind you doing that finger dance on my prostate again, but if I wasn’t too drunk to remember, there was some mention of me fucking you.”
“Did I say that?” Hunter asked with a mischievous grin.
“In so many words,” Brady said.
“Then how come you’re the one stretched out with his butt sticking up in the air?” Hunter joked.
“Seriously, are you going to let me plug your ass?” Brady asked as he turned onto his side, as if to protect his backside
“We’ll see what goes down,” I said.
With that they sank into melancholy quiet interspersed with quiet bursts of old memories. Their memories were different yet they were the bond between them.
"How did you do it?" Hunter asked as he went on the small balcony and looked over the railing, down on the busy Saigon street.
"Do what?"
"What you did. Taking the shot, I know, but fuck, man, you were up on that poor fucker before he knew he was drawing his last breath."
"Very quietly," Brady replied. He remembered the incident Hunter was talking about.
"No, I don't mean the sneaking up on him....the way you drew that knife across his throat."
"He probably didn't even feel it. I snapped his neck before I did it."
"I didn't hear anything," Hunter said.
"He didn't either."
“I would rather find out personally,” Hunter said. There, it was said and it was out there. He saw the muscles in Brady’s shoulders tighten and he wondered if he’d said the wrong thing. It was a long time since that ride in the cab. Right or wrong, it needed to be said. He’d kept it locked inside too long.
Hunter eyed his buddy for a long moment and suddenly realized that Brady was eyeing him back.
“What?” Hunter asked.
Brady nodded and took a long swig of beer. “I’ve never done it, but…….” He paused to wipe his mouth with the back of his hand.
“But what?” asked Hunter.
“You’ve come a long way for this little reunion, maybe I owe you.”
“No, you don’t owe me, man,” Hunter said. “You have to want it, for us to be together like that.”
“Well, maybe…..maybe I’ve had just enough beer….”
“You really hard for you to admit, isn’t it?” Hunter said.
“Admit what?”
“That you’re curious enough that you want to turn your tail up for me to plug. You’re straight, but you’re curious.”
“I’m not sure I like your philosophical attitude,” Brady said.
“You’re not sure you like hearing the truth.”
As told by James Nolan:
I walked down the crowded street, noticing the two guys on second floor balcony of the seedy little hotel. They caught my eye and my interest. I slowed as I approached, and stopped to look up at the balcony. I must have looked too long, or stared, because one of them leaned forward and looked down at me with a tight smile. I smiled back.
“American,” the guy on the balcony said.
“Born and bred,” I said back.
“You want a beer?"
"Sure."
"Come on up. Room nine."
I went inside, past the desk and took the stairs. I walked down the dark, narrow hallway to room nine. The door wasn't locked so I went inside. The two guys were still out on the balcony and I went out there.
"Cole Campbell," one of them greeted me with his hand out and his other hand holding a beer out to me. The other guy eased up from his chair enough to put out his hand but he didn't get up.
"Bonner Smith," he said.
“James Nolan,” I said.
"Now you wanta tell us what the fuck you're doing back over here; but down the beer first so it'll be the truth. Or better, lie."
I liked his style as much as his looks. I did as he said. I downed the beer--every drop--and handed the bottle back to Cole.
"You wanta give it a couple of minutes for the truth serum to work?" he asked jokingly.
“I’m here on business,” I said.
“What kind of business?” Cole asked.
“I’ve got a small cattle ranch in Wyoming. I’m hoping to find a market for my beef.”
“They stop eating steaks back in the US?” Bonner asked.
“No, but I figured there would be a better market here.”
“Hell, they’re still eating fish heads here,” Bonner said.
“Fish heads and chicken and pigs,” Cole put in. “Nearest thing they’ve got to beef is pulling their carts and plows.”
I laughed and took another drink of beer. “Okay, you said to lie and I did, partly. Truth is, I missed this shit hole. I was thinking how I might find a market and it came to me, why not kill two birds with one stone.””
“I know what you mean,” Cole said. “I didn’t realize how much I missed it till I was back home and unpacked my duffle bag, finally, and my Godd, everything still smelled like Vietnam.”
I looked out over the balcony. “Everything looks so familiar, the nights, the women, fuck, even the smells.”
“Yeah, it gets under your skin, in your blood, like a virus.
Bonner said. “I couldn't get settled in back home. Hell, it even sounds and
feels weird calling it home after the time I spent here. It wasn't home back
there anymore. I didn't know anybody I knew before. It was the same people but
I didn't know 'em, and they sure as hell didn't know me. Fuck, my own parents
said I was like a stranger to them. So I came back, where I don't feel so much
like a stranger."
"How long were you back in the world?" I asked.
"Long enough to possibly get two girls pregnant, friends of my sister,” he said. He laughed. "It was so hypocritical. They marched and demonstrated, protesting the war, then came back to their dorm where I was waiting to fuck their brains out. They didn't care one bit that I was a baby killer when they were moaning and groaning over my cock. They didn’t even care if I got them pregnant. But it's a lot simpler here. No cause, no agenda, just sex, even if you might have to pay for it once in a while."
Cole laughed. "Yeah, and if you don't like the girl you're with, tell her you want her brother, and she don't get pissed about it."
I had fucked a couple of boys himself, and everybody knew it was common practice, but it was the first time I’d heard anybody speak so openly about it.
“What brought you back?” I asked the two men.
“I never left,” Bonner replied. “I mean, I did….my body was on the plane back but I never really left. I was there long enough to say hello and goodbye.”
I looked at Cole.
“Same,” he replied to the same question. “Except I stayed a little longer than he did.”
“By a couple of days,” Bonner said, laughing. “Hell, you might as well have been on the same plane with me coming back.”
“There were some loose ends,” Cole said.
Bonner guffawed then broke out laughing. “Tell him,” he said.
“Found out my younger brother was dating my girlfriend for about a year. They thought they shouldn’t tell me till I got home ….thought it would upset me too much.”
“That must’ve been tough,” I said.
“It was a shocker. But it made me realize I didn’t have a family anymore. I was an outcast.”
“He got this revenge though,” Bonner said with a knowing smile.
I looked at Cole for more.
“I’m not sure I’m proud of it,” he said, looking down. “I fucked her. For old times’ sake. Actually it was more than once. She spent the night with me and I fucked her brains out. Left me wondering if my brother is up to the task.”
“Tell him the rest,” Bonner urged.
“She had a baby,” Cole went on. “Good chance my brother’s gonna be raising my son, not his own, but doesn’t know it.”
“How do you feel about that?” I asked.
“I don’t have much feelings anymore. Feelings get in the way of living.” Then he quickly changed the subject. “You had any luck? Selling your beef, I mean,” he asked.
“Some good prospects with higher end restaurants and hotels.”
“I wish you luck. Get established, that means you’ll be coming back often.”
“Hey, Cole, why don't you go down and see if you can get us a couple of boys sent up," Bonner said. The next breath he changed his mind. "Never mind," he said as he stood up and went to the railing. He only waited a minute or so before two young boys came down the street. He whistled and called out to them.
"Hey, Cupcakes! You want fuck?"
I did a double take, shaking his head. Cole laughed.
"How much?" one of the boys called back.
"Don't worry about it, just get your tight little asses up here," Bonner told them.
"We get ready first," one of them said. "Be back few minutes."
"Well, they're not regular prostitutes," Bonner said as he sat back down. "If they were, they would've been ready before they hit the streets."
"Geezers, Bonner, they looked awfully young. What if they're virgins?” Cole said.
"We'll show 'em how not to be virgins anymore," he said. “Hell, on the job training.”
They were so matter of fact about fucking two young boys. Even cold, I thought.
“They’re not virgins,” Bonner declared.
The two boys showed up in quick time, bright eyed and eager, and cute as fuck. Cole remarked again that they looked awfully young but Bonner said they were old enough, and they all knew it was hard to tell the ages of these people. A forty year old man could look like a teenager. One was named Danh, the other Tuan.
The boys stood around, looking unsure, till Cole handed one of them a beer. He guzzled it and handed it to his friend. They traded back and forth till it was gone and Cole handed them another one.
"You trying to get them drunk?" I asked him.
Bonner leaned up a little and reached over one of the boys to feel his butt. The boy scooted a little to one side so he could reach him better. Bonner wet his finger and laid it in the boy's ass crack and began massaging his hole.
"Do you guys get together often for stuff like this?" I asked Cole
“Only the second time. We just recently met up,” Cole replied.
“Oh, you weren’t over here together.”
“No.”
I pressed my hand against his hand still in my shorts. “Are we going to get serious about this?” I asked.
“How serious do you wanta get?” he asked, giving my hard cock a hard squeeze.
“I don’t know, you started it,” I said. I wanted to get very serious but I needed to be sure what he had in mind.
“Maybe we should go in on the bed with them,” he said.
Okay, but I was determined to bring him out first. “You think you’ve got hold of more than you can handle by yourself?” I said, as a challenge.
“It’s gonna be a challenge but I can handle it,” he said.
“Then….?”
He pulled my shorts down and freed my cock. It was glad to be free; it swung upward and smacked my belly then fell to a sharp angle and throbbed angrily. He leaned down and took it in his mouth.
“Awww, fuck!” I groaned as I wrapped my hand around his head. He took that as the rest of the challenge and swallowed my cock all the way down. “Awwwhh, FUCK!” I groaned again. I clasped both hands around his head and held him there for a moment then started fucking his throat with hard, short jabs. He choked and gagged but I didn’t let go till he took hold of my thighs and pushed himself away.
“Holy shit, man, you trying to kill me?” he said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “I said I would take it.”
“And you did a fine job of it,” I said.
He took hold of my cock again and turned facing the street. He leaned against the railing, pulling my cock against his butt.
“I can do a finer job this way,” he said.
“Why didn’t you say so?”
I stepped closer and let him aim my cock. He positioned the head against his butt then reached back with his hand on my hip. He was ready. I couldn’t believe we were going to do this right there on the balcony. People passing by right under us couldn’t see but anyone on the other side of the street could sure as hell see what was going on. But if he didn’t care, I didn’t. He reached his other hand back to my other hip. I got a grip on his hip bones and hunkered forward. In the soft light I watched the head of my cock separate his tight, hard butt muscles, then felt the heat of his hole. I could feel it clenching, too. Anxious, or fearful? I couldn’t tell, but it didn’t matter. He wanted it and I wanted to give it to him. I applied pressure and felt the sponginess around his hole give way. I pushed through and his asshole swallowed my cockhead. As I shoved deeper I felt his ass enveloping my cock and contracting, drawing me in. He let out a satisfied groan when I was all the way and he pushed back against me. His asshole squeezed tightly around the foot of my cock. I held him there for a moment then eased back a few inches, then back in. He groaned again, tossing his head back. I pulled back again, nearly all the way, and shoved back into the root.
“Awwwhh, yeah, fuck me,” he groaned.
I fucked him. It wasn’t rape but it wasn’t exactly gentle either. I thought he probably wouldn’t care if I got even rougher. I saw two guys on the sidewalk below move out into the street to look up at the sound of his moans and I shushed him. I didn’t care if they saw us but I didn’t want his noise to attract a large street audience.
I heard a squeal of delight back in the room and glanced around to see Bonner slamming into one of the boys. He was brutal and the boy was writhing all over the bed, like he was trying to get away from him, but when Bonner eased up the boy shoved back hard against him. The other boy was on his hands and knees beside his friend, waiting for his turn.
“Hey, Bonner, why don’t you bring ‘em out here,” Cole called out.
I didn’t think it was a good idea, it would attract too much attention, but I was overruled. Minutes later, Bonner and both of the boys came out on the balcony. The two of them leaned on the railing with their butts jutted out, ready and eager to resume. Bonner stepped up behind one of them and slammed into him again. The boy cried out but quickly put his hand over his mouth.
I was eyeing the other boy’s butt. Cole was a good fuck but the boy’s smooth, round buns were eye catching and inviting. Beyond inviting; the way he was clenching and flexing his butt muscles, they were begging.
I smacked Cole on the butt as I withdrew and told him, “Don’t go way,” then I stepped over behind the boy. He whimpered with delight and jutted his butt out for me as he reached back for my cock to position it himself. When he had me on target he pushed back and I pushed forward. His head tossed back when I entered him but he didn’t make a sound. I was amazed how easily I went in, all the way, and how he squirmed and twisted his butt like he wanted and could’ve taken more. I glanced over to see Bonner fingering Cole’s ass.
“Keeping him warmed up,” he said.
After several minutes, Bonner and I traded boys. It was surprising how different they felt. Bonner started taking turns with his boy and Cole while I stayed with my boy. I knew I wouldn’t abandon him when he looked around at me with his bright cow-eyes and smiled.
“You cum in me? Make me cum?” he asked.
I was glad he asked; I was fighting to hold back. I smiled and nodded and reached around to take hold of his cock. He wasn’t very big but he was a steel hard handful of fine textured meat. I began stroking as I fucked him. Cole was jacking his own cock furiously and choking for air as Bonner worked his asshole with his fingers. He had obviously found his prostate, and Cole suddenly clamped his mouth over his forearm as he snorted his climax.
Bonner and I ended in a virtual tie with our boys although he didn’t get his boy off like I did. For the next few minutes the balcony smelled like cum. I wondered if anybody had shot through the railing and landed on a passerby. My boy’s legs gave out and I caught him as he was going to his knees, hanging onto the railing. I picked him up and carried him back inside to the bed and lay beside him. He wrapped himself around me lovingly.
Next morning I went to meet my restaurateur clients I’d contacted. I was shown into a richly appointed office by a petite secretary and offered coffee. I declined and without me asking, she brought me iced water instead, all before I had a chance to speak to the smallish man seated behind the desk. I quickly reminded myself not to refer to Saigon, but Ho Chi Minh City.
“So you want to be my beef supplier,” he said in perfect English, with the fingertips of both hands pressed together.
“It would be beneficial to both of us,” I said.
“I can see how it would certainly benefit you, but explain how such an arrangement would benefit me.”
“You would be serving the finest beef in the world; Charolaise,” I said. “What is your highest priced steak on your menu?”
“Fifty dollars.”
“Advertise it by name and you could easily charge double that for a Charolaise porterhouse. And you could charge more for the same wine you’ve serving now. You could triple the price of hamburgers.”
“Would I be exclusive?” he asked.
“No. Not unless you want to pay the price of beef I would be selling to the other high end restaurants in Ho Chi Minh City.”
He smiled. “It must be difficult for you to way that.”
I didn’t comment but went on to explain that I would be doing business in Hanoi and Da Nang.
“Where do these cattle come from?” he asked.
“Originally from the Burgundy region of France. But this beef will be shipped from the United States. I only need to know what cuts of meat you prefer.
“Are you dealing in any other products?” he asked with a curious smile.
“No, I’m just peddling beef,” I replied.
“I see. And if I agree to sign a contract with you, what will you offer in return, to sweeten the deal, as you Americans say?”
“I’m not sure I understand. If you mean a bribe…..nothing.”
“Come now, all American businessmen hold something in reserve to close the deal.”
“Not me. I’m not your run of the mill American businessman. I’m just an ex-GI out to make good living, and I remember how American beef—especially steaks—were always in high demand but scarce in supply. No frills, no bribes, no sweeteners.” I was a little on edge that I might not land the account but I was steadfast in my resolve not to succumb to the corrupt practices that prevailed during the war. I was a little surprised that the man was still resorting to it.
“You say you remember how American beef was in high demand but scarce in supply during the war. Another kind of American beef was in high demand during that time, and in abundant supply.” He paused with a tight smile. “Many of us sorely miss the American GIs.”
It suddenly dawned on me what he was getting at and I felt like a fool. I glanced around at the door.
“I….think….I understand,” I said.
“Wonderful,” the man said as he reached under his desk, and I heard the clack of the lock. “Come,” he said with a little wave.
I stood and followed him around the desk and through a door that led into a small but finely furnished lounge.
“Let me offer you some wine,” he said. He brought out a bottle from a cooler and presented it to me. It was an American vintage and I made a mental note to look into supplying wine along with beef. I was already thinking I might contract with a winery for my own label.
I nodded. “Yes, thank you.”
“Make yourself comfortable,” he said as he was opening the wine.
We both understood why we were in this room and I stepped out of my shoes as I started unbuttoning my shirt. He poured the wine and held both our glasses as he watched me remove my shirt. He smiled and nodded at my naked torso and handed me a glass.
“You have managed to stay in good shape,” he said.
“Yes. Thank you.”
“And appropriately so. Considering you are selling prime beef, it is good that you represent your product so well.”
“Well put,” I said with a smile.
He started taking off his clothes and I set my glass down and reached for my belt. I held back so we were somewhat in tandem, till we were both down to our shorts. Mine were white briefs, his were loose fitting boxers. He was typical Vietnamese; smooth, dark skin, not necessarily well muscled but slim and tight bodied. I let him take off his shorts first
He was typically not oversized by any means. I handed him my glass this time instead of putting it on the table, and peeled my shorts down nearly to my knees. I straightened and let them fall to the floor and stepped out of them. I didn’t know why—I shouldn’t have—but I felt superior to this man. I probably outweighed him by a hundred pounds and while he was tight and smoothly muscled, I was hard with muscles that bulged and rippled with every move. Proud as I was, I hoped I didn’t intimidate the man with my manhood that was three times the size of his, hanging.
“Yes, we’ve missed the American GIs,” he said in a whisper as he eyed me up and down. He went over to the sofa and fluffed the pillows. “Come, relax on the sofa,” he said.
I stretched out on the sofa. He sat on the edge and lifted my left leg up to the back of the sofa then leaned down and took my cock in his mouth. He swallowed me whole with his face pressed against my pubes, and held me there while he swallowed, his throat muscles milking my cock. I couldn’t resist reaching down to feel his neck, to feel my hardness in his throat. He looked up at me with a smile and his eyes dancing; obviously proud that he could take me like that. After a moment more he began sucking me. He was good but I kept my eyes closed; there was something about it that didn’t appeal to me.
After a while he rose up, still stroking my wet cock, and asked, “Would you fuck me?”
“Yes.” That didn’t particularly appeal to me either but what could it hurt?
When he stood up from the sofa I quickly rose up too; I thought he was going to ride me and for some reason I didn’t want that. Instead, I bent him over the arm of the couch. He produced a bottle of lube from somewhere and handed it back to me. I drizzled some on my cock and let it run down into the crack of his ass then capped the bottle and tossed it a side. He reached back to pull his butt apart and I set the head of my cock against his clenching hole. He wriggled his butt as I pushed through. He groaned as I shoved all the way in. I was surprised at the snug fit.
“Ohh, Godd, I’ve missed this,” he said as I began fucking him.
I was primed. I fucked him through two climaxes. I think he bit through one of the cushions during one of them and I was surprised again at the amount of cum he left on the leather sofa. I did okay myself. When I pulled out, a river of cum ran down his legs.
I left with a lucrative contract and returned to the hotel. I wanted to shower before I made another call. Walking down the hallway I approached someone going into another room. His broad shoulders and the arm that reached for the door caught my attention. Okay, his entire physical presence caught my eye and I slowed my pace so that I was squarely at his door before it was closed. He happened to glance back and saw me and paused in closing the door. I nodded and smiled. He smiled back and the door opened a few inches. Hoping it was an invitation, I paused, gave him a little wave and a “Hi.”
“What a coincidence; you’re American,” he said.
“And you,” I said.
“You wanta come in?” he asked, opening the door wide.
“Sure.” I went inside to find another guy lying on the bed in his briefs.
“Look what I found; another frustrated GI,” the man said to him. “This is Brady. I’m Hunter.”
Brady rose up from the bed with his hand out. I couldn’t help noticing how his stomach muscles tightened and rippled.
“James,” I said. “This must be old home week. There’re two more of us in the room down the hall.”
“No shit! Invite ‘em down!”
“Well, they might be busy,” I said.
“Oh,” he said with a chuckle. “They can get unbusy, can’t they? And get re-busy here.”
“I’ll go check. They might have gone out,” I said, wondering if the two boys were still there; if Bonner had fucked them into oblivion.
I let myself in. They were there. The boys were not but they were making do very nicely. Bonner was on top and Cole was under him, moaning and groaning, with his legs flailing on either side of Bonner’s thrusting hips.
“Oh my Godd! You’re just in time to save me from this brute,” Cole groaned.
“Hey, you asked for it, I’m giving it to you,” Bonner grunted.
“I found two more GIs,” I said. Bonner paused and Cole stopped groaning. “They’re in this hotel, a few doors down.”
“Well, hell, invite ‘em in. Just give us a few minutes to get decent,” Bonner said.
“They invited us down to their room.”
“That’s even better; it’ll give this room time to air out.”
“I need to shower,” I said.
“It’ll hold two, but not three,” Cole said.
“You guys go ahead,” I said.
When we were all showered and dressed we gathered up the remaining beers and headed down to Hunter and Brady’s room. I made the introductions while the beer was being passed around. Bonner took a long swig followed by a sigh as he held the bottle up with great admiration.
“Still the best beer in Saigon,” he said.
“Ho Chi Minh City,” someone corrected him.
“Fuck Ho Chi Minh. It’ll always be Saigon to me.”
“How the hell did that scrawny little twink ever manage to pull it off?”
“Sheer determination. He believed in his cause, while the South was getting rich off the US and letting us fight their fuckin’ war. If you ask me, they deserved to lose.”
“But not at the price we paid for it.”
“Well it’s over and done with and we’ve got our memories.”
“Hey does anybody know if the Trent Hotel is still there?”
“What there is left of it. It’s caving in.”
“What about Toby’s? Anybody else remember Toby’s?”
“It’s boarded up. I heard there was an old guy conducting secret tours of the place after the war.”
“I used to go there,” Bonner said. “It was a popular hangout for GIs.”
“Yeah, I know it. Toby had a loyal following.”
“There was a guy that used to come there when he’d come in out of the field,” Hunter said. “He was a Navy SEAL. Muscles in his shit. Tough as hell. I think he ate nails for breakfast.”
The beer flowed and the memories were soon flooding the room.
“Seaborne,” I said. “His name was Seaborne. Big son of a bitch. He always met up with this other guy who’d be waiting for him. Saw him there more often. Seaborne would come in, they’d have a beer or two then go off together, head for the Trent.”
It was strange. Bonner and Hunter both knew Toby’s but I’d never seen either of them there.
“HHhmmmm, maybe he wasn’t as tough as he let on,” Brady said.
“No, I think the other guy was his lover. He’d come in all horny, it was convenient sex. I don’t think it had anything to do with his manhood,” Bonner said.
“There is something to be said for convenient sex,” Brady said.
“But where the hell did you find it?” Cole asked. “The nearest I ever found was some kid trying to sell his sister. That was a little too convenient for me. I figured if she had her little brother pimping for her, she was probably diseased.”
“Can you spell condom?” someone said and everybody laughed.
“Well you have to be smart enough to recognize the opportunity; times when convenience comes knocking at your door,” Brady said.
I sensed there was an underlying message to Brady’s remarks; like he was trying to convey something without saying it outright.
“Well said,” Hunter said rather quietly.
Okay, there was something between Brady and Hunter; something they wanted to let out but they were afraid to. I watched closely; them exchanging knowing glances and tight, furtive smiles.
“Remember that time we shared a cab?” Brady asked him.
“How could I forget it? Hell, it’s basically what brought me back over here after getting your letter.”
“Okay, you guys have got a past together; how about sharing it,” I said.
“What’d you do bang the cab driver?” Cole asked.
“No,” Hunter said.
“No, it wasn’t like that,” Brady added.
“What was it like?” I asked.
“You know, I’m not so old that I don’t still remember how to make people talk,” Bonner drawled.
“We’re among friends; shouldn’t be anything we can’t share at this point in our lives….without violence,” I said with a broad sweep of the beer bottle in my hand.
“I’m willing if the rest of you are,” Cole said.
“You go first, we’ll jump in,” Brady said, again with a quick glance at Hunter.
“Okay, Bonner and I had a couple of local boys up to our room.”
“Boys?”
“Boys, young men, who knows how old these people are? They were in their twenties I’d say. Young and hot to trot. We fucked their eyeballs out. Man, they could’ve taken us all on,” Cole said.
“You pussy!” Bonner bellowed.
“What?” Cole asked with a startled look.
“Tell the rest of the story!”
Cole looked down sheepishly.
“Tell ‘em or I will,” Bonner said.
“Okay, we….after the two boys left, Bonner and I, we had a few beers and….well, he got to feel horny again and….” He shrugged and let his words trail off.
“You turned up your butt for Bonner,” someone said.
“I didn’t have much choice, did I?” Cole said defensively. “Look at him; he’s the biggest guy in the room. Yeah, he fucked me. I didn’t have any choice.”
“You saying Bonner forced you; raped you?” Brady asked.
Cole hesitated before he replied, “No, I let him. I thought I had to.”
“You never tell the whole story,” Bonner growled. “You didn’t just let me. You liked it. Admit it; you like getting fucked. Or am I mistaken about all the moans and groans and thrashing your ass around and the Oh, Godds and the Ohh, fuck, don’t stop, I’m gonna cum.”
“All right, I admit it was good after I got used to it. You made it so good I couldn’t help but like it. But that was my body reacting.”
Bonner chuckled and raised his beer in a salute. “And there you have the rest of the story.”
“You’re right, he is the biggest guy in the room,” I said, looking around at all of the other guys. “But there’s only one of him; there’s four of us.”
“Don’t even think about it,” Bonner growled.
“All the Oh, Godds and the Ohh, fuck, don’t stop, I’m gonna cum you’re talking about…..it’s high time you found out what you’re doing that makes guys feel so good when you’re fuckin’, them,” I said.
The other guys got my meaning and we moved toward the bed.
“Don’t do this, guys, somebody’s gonna get hurt,” Bonner said as he straightened on his haunches back against the head of the bed.
“It only hurts for a little bit,” Cole said. “Then you’ll like it, I promise.”
We converged on the bed and quickly had Bonner subdued. He was big and he was tough but he was only one man and he was scared.
“No! You can’t do this! I’m straight! I’m virgin!”
“Straight guys are built the same as everybody else, with all the feel good equipment. And it won’t take a minutes to de-virgin your tight, hard ass,” Hunter said.
“Wait,” I said. “Nobody’s gonna fuck you unless you want ‘em to. We’re just going to show you why it feels so good to get fucked, then you get to decide whether you wanta be de-virginized.” I kept my knee pressed against his left bicep while Cole treaded his other arm through the ironwork of the headboard and held that hand clamped around one of the bars. Brady and Hunter had hold of his legs. Brady produced some lube from somewhere and held it out to drizzle some on Hunter’s fingers
“If you’re not gonna fuck me, what’s the lube for?” Bonner demanded.
“We already told you,” Hunter said. With that he cupped his hand between the man’s legs and began applying the lube to his ass. When he squirmed almost out of control the brought his legs up and Cole and I each took hold of one which tilted his hips up and spread his butt apart. Hunter went to work on him, shoving two fingers deep in his ass, then he twisted his hand around, gouging and stretching his virgin hole.
“What’re you doin’ man…..Uhhhnnnn…..fuck, you said….Ohhh, fuck! Awwwnnhhh….stop! You can’t…..doooo thissss!”
I waited for the inevitable yowl of pleasure. I could tell by Hunter’s expression that he’d found his love nut and seconds later Bonner let out an animal like yowl that I quickly muffled with my hand over his mouth. I held my hand for several seconds while he tried to suck in air then I moved my hand.
“My Godd! Ohh, Godd, what is that!” he groaned. “Ohhh….Oh, fuck! AAaahhhh. Oh, my Godd! Please….you gotta stop! I can’t stand anymore! Godd, what’re you doing to me!”
“You like it?” Hunter asked as he continued to work his prostate.
“Godd, yesss!.....but I c-can’t take anymore! You’re driving me crazy!”
Hunter paused for a few seconds, long enough for Bonner to take a couple of relaxing breaths then he started up again.
“Aaaagghhhh! Godd, yesss! Do it!”
“You wanta get fucked? It feels even better with a big hot cock,” Hunter droned.
Bonner was shaking his head no even as his words belied his actions. “Yesss! Godd, yesss, give me your cock…..one of you fuck me. All of you fuck me. I can’t stand this…..I gotta cum…..fuck me.”
Hunter slowed his fingers then slowly withdrew them as he nodded to Bray who was already lubing up his cock.
“I’m next,” he said. Then he asked Bonner, “If we let you go, are you going to fight us?”
“No, I just want….Ohhhhh, fuuuccckkk!” he moaned as Brady entered him. “Godd, that feels so wonderful! Oh, my Godd…..you’re all the way in me. Ahhh, yess, right there, you found the spot. Fuck me, stud….show me what you’ve got.”
Cole and I let him go and Brady fucked him. Then Hunter fucked him. Then me, then Cole, and then at Bonner’s begging request we all had another turn at him. It wasn’t about making him cum. We did that, three times. It was about his newly discovered love nut.
Fast Forward:
I expanded my business into Laos, Thailand and Cambodia and added fresh produce from Hawaii to my product line. I soon accumulated enough wealth that I had my own place parked on an airfield in Hawaii and I had my primary residence there. I also had a house in California, in wine country. I owned the house and nearly a thousand acres of vineyards surrounding it. There was also a winery where I bottled my own label. I seldom went to the mainland. I had a vintner caretaker named Carlos who oversaw the winery and the vineyards. The times I did go back were to relax and Carlos always made those visits special. He brought in eight or nine young, athletic college boys for the time I was there. It was against the law for me to own property in Vietnam but I kept an apartment in Saigon.
Bonner stayed in Saigon. I visited him when I was there. He often had young Vietnamese men on hand for sex but there was marked difference. He was no long fucking the boys’ brains out. They were fucking him. He said he was wanted to die in Vietnam. He found that it was okay to live there but it wasn’t okay to die there; he couldn’t be buried in Vietnam, legally. But he had figured out a way and he made me promise to see that his final wishes were carried out.
When he died I took his body back to Hawaii and had him cremated, then I took his ashes back to Vietnam. I hired an ex-GI operated helicopter service to take me for a spin over the jungle where I dumped his ashes from a small urn and watched them blow over the tree-tops, where the next rain would wash them down into the soil he loved so much.
A right and proper ending, I thought, to an unorthodox life well lived.
The End.
Posted: 12/30/16