Date: Tue, 10 Dec 2013 15:33:52 -0500 (EST)
From: ScarletLegg@aol.com
Subject: In the Army Now

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This story is mostly truth with some fiction thrown in to help embellish
the story. This story is dedicated to the memory of my brother and the good
times we had together.


Chapter 1:


It was the start of summer in 1967. I was 15 at the time when I went to
visit my brother James. He was an instructor in booby traps and advanced
infantry training. The army had a large wooded reserve off base where they
had built mock Vietnamese villages to train the troops before their
deployment to Vietnam. The troops had to stay out there for days at a time
in their own encampments of tents and fox holes.  James took me on a tour
of the area the weekend I arrived. He lived in a farm house some 5 miles
away which he liked better than base housing some 30 miles in the opposite
direction.

Anyway, we took a tour of one of the mockup villages, a small training area
where he taught the troops about the various booby traps they would
encounter and how to best detect them. I found it all very interesting. We
had grown up learning how to hunt at a very early age. Every summer we had
family camp outs and I had always been very interested in Native American
cultures, their hunting and surviving skills as well as warfare tactics.

We got to the farm house which was quite small but fitted James' needs.  As
I settled in, I spotted some sets of black pajamas.  James walked in and I
asked him about them.

"Oh, that's what your typical Viet Cong wear."

"So?"

"Well, when the troops are on bivouac, I dress up as an enemy and slip in
late at night. Any troops I get to and find asleep, I mark their throat
with a red marker. The next morning at early formation, I walk along with a
small mirror and show them which ones fell asleep on duty and how many of
them are dead.  It makes quite the impression on them."

This really peaked my interest and was right up my alley.

"So when is the next time you do this?"

"Oh, every week night. There's always several campsites of troops."

"I want to do it!"

"Michael, you're a teenager."

"Yeah but you always said growing up I was a good sneak."

"True, but you're going against grown men."

"So,...... what's the worse that can happen....I get captured?"

James was silent as he thought about my request. He knew I was good at
being stealthy and quiet.

He finally relented "Okay......I'd be interested to see just how well you
do."

I spent the next day just imagining what it would be like to be an
infiltrator.  By the time James made it home, I had supper ready and was
already dressed.  I had on a jockstrap with the black pajamas and an old
pair of black tennis shoes. All my exposed skin was covered in various
colors of camouflage grease paint.  James took one look at me and nodded
his head.

"You really did a great job bro!"

"Thanks....Just don't let me forget the red marker."

"Now remember, there's going to be a command bunker about the center of the
camp with a couple of my NCO's there."

"You didn't tell them about any of this I hope?"

"No...why?"

"I want two smoke grenades. If I can make it to the center and toss one
inside the bunker, it'll be as good as a complete infiltration with a kill
of the command center."

James looked at me and laughed. It was like a challenge, that he didn't
think I could do it. That only inspired me more to prove myself to my older
brother and gain his respect.

We sat and visited and watched a movie. We wouldn't head out until after
midnight. If any of the sentries were going to sleep, it would be then,
thinking no one would bother them at that hour. I hit the bathroom and made
sure I was cleaned out. Didn't need any nature calls while I was out in the
bush.

We finally left the house. Once at the training center, James made it down
a dirt road on the reserve, then stopped.

"Okay, I can't get any closer or they will hear the car. Go down this side
road about a half mile and you will come up on them to the right side. I'm
going to head back to another base camp. I will see you at sun up for
inspection.  Here's your marker and two smoke grenades. Good luck on your
hunt."

James took off down his road and I started jogging down the dirt ruts of
mine. There was just enough moonlight to make out my surroundings.  When I
got to a familiar area, I started walking and listening. James was correct
when I heard slight noises off to the right. I got off the road and slowly
made my way through the trees and grass. I heard a low conversation and
looked to my left. There was a perimeter foxhole and the soldiers were
awake and talking. I looked to my right for another fox- hole. I finally
made out the deformation in the ground. If it was occupied, they were
either being very quiet or very much asleep.

I moved off to the right and belly crawled up to that foxhole only to find
the two soldiers completely out. I made a little noise, but they didn't
respond so I pulled out my marker and carefully put a red line across each
man's throat.

I left them and slowly crept toward the camp where I found an interior
perimeter. I just sat and studied it and listened for any noises. After
some time, I picked a spot and slowly crawled toward it. It seemed to be an
opening I could get through. I made it up against the sandbags and
listened. Hearing nothing I edged my way over and into the trench. I could
lightly smell cigarette smoke coming from my left, so I worked a little to
the right and found some more sleepers. I marked their throats and moved on
toward my ultimate goal.

I finally found the command bunker. It was built down in the ground
surrounded by dirt and sandbag walls. There was a little light showing the
doorway where a sentry was standing, very much at ease. I just stayed still
and hoped he would wander off or step inside. It must have been a good 30
minutes before he moved off. I saw him go about 30 feet away and start
taking a leak. It was now or never.

I pulled out a grenade, pulled the ring and ran up to the entrance and
pitched it inside the doorway. I immediately turned and took off running
back the way I had come. Within seconds I heard yelling and cursing behind
me and knew the grenade had gone off and was filling the command center
with smoke. I jumped over the trench when I reached it and tried to stay
low as I kept moving through the brush trying to be as quiet as possible. I
hit a patch of heavy brush and dropped flat on my belly. I was so excited,
my heart was pounding in my chest and I needed to catch my breath.

As I calmed down, I looked around and took in my surroundings. There was
still noise coming from the center of the camp and I could see light
flashing about from flashlights. By my best guess, I was almost to the
outer perimeter and would have to be careful of the soldiers who were now
aware of the commotion in the camp. I just laid there for a good 30 minutes
watching and listening.

Then I saw a slight flicker of light to the right of my projected retreat.
One of the soldiers in a foxhole had lit a cigarette.  I had to shake my
head in disbelief and made up my mind to wait quietly, then finish off that
foxhole with my remaining grenade as I made a speedy retreat.

I waited some 30 minutes more. Everything had quieted back down.  I noticed
I wasn't hearing any whispering from the foxhole I intended to hit. They
evidently felt at ease that all the nights action was over. I slowly
crawled toward my objective, stopping every few feet and listening for any
sounds. When I was within about 15 feet, I felt pretty good that I was
going to catch them off guard, if not sleeping. I pulled the ring on the
grenade, eased up and took off running toward the side of the foxhole. Just
as I reached the edge, I could make out that both soldiers were asleep as I
lobed the grenade in with them. I didn't stop but kept running for several
hundred yards before finding some heavy undergrowth to use as cover.

As I regained my breath, I lowered my pajama bottoms and looked at my
watch. I had looped the leather band around my jock strap. High- lighting
it in the moonlight, I saw that it was a little after 3 AM. I rested for a
while and then circled around the camp to try and catch some more soldiers
sleeping. Over the next hour or so, I made my way through 3 foxholes
marking soldiers throats as they snored. Once I finished the last pair, I
retreated to the road to await the return of my brother for his morning
inspection. I found a nice tree next to the dirt road, sat and leaned
against it and dozed off to sleep. I was awakened at the crack of dawn when
I heard a car approaching. I stood up and walked out as my brother pulled
up.

I got in the car and poured a cup of coffee out of the thermos.

"Well........how did you do?"

I looked at him and smiled "I'll let you be the judge."

"Well, you evidently didn't get caught since you're here." He had a slight
smirk on his face as he chuckled a bit.

We drove on and got close to the encampment. James parked the car and we
walked up to the command center. He had put his helmet on with his rank
clearly visible and it was interesting to watch soldiers snap to attention
and salute as we walked into the camp.

I stood outside as he entered the command bunker, only to reappear a moment
later with NCOs following him. I noticed a small grin on James' face as he
gave the order to call all the troops in for morning formation. Within
minutes, all the soldiers in the company were present and in formation. I
noticed a couple of them staring at me as they had walked by or noticed
me. Then the command was given and everyone snapped to attention. It was
then that James pulled out a small mirror and started walking down the
line.

"Charlie (the name used for Viet Cong) visited you last night" James
shouted as he walked slowly down the front line, holding up the mirror to
the soldiers I had marked. "Quite a few of you died on your first night out
in the jungle!" Then he noticed the soldiers with red stain marks on their
fatigues from the smoke grenades. "Some of you got blown up, all because
someone wasn't staying awake and alert at their post!"

He moved through the whole squad until he had proved his point to each
man. When he was finished berating them, he gave the command 'at ease'.  As
the men relaxed, one of the NCOs spoke.

"Sir, might we know who this enemy is that took us by surprise?" as he
glared at me with a questioning look. I could tell several of them were
trying to figure out this kid that had wiped out half their camp.

James stood there with a grin on his face, quiet for a couple seconds.

"Gentlemen, I would like to introduce the VC infiltrator, my kid brother
Michael."

"Sir, who else helped him?"

Then I saw the biggest and proudest grin come over my brother's face.  "He
did it all by himself."

Several of the men looked at each other and muttered some words.

"Sir, he doesn't look old enough to be in the army."

"He's not.....he's fifteen and just visiting me. He did all this damage
without any special training, just relying on his own skills."

There were a few looks of disbelief. One NCO walked up to me, looked me in
the eye and shook my hand. "Damn fine job."

That made me smile and really feel good, not to mention the guy was fucking
gorgeous. "How about a cup of coffee?"

"That would be nice right about now.......and thank you sir."

His name on his fatigues was Roberts. He looked at my brother, who gave him
a nod, and I followed him into the command bunker that I had hit with the
smoke grenade. I looked around and could see red smudges throughout the
place. Roberts walked over to an old coffee pot on a hot plate and poured
me a cup. He turned and handed it to me with a strange smile on his face. I
noticed him eyeing me from top to bottom.

"So you're the lieutenant's kid brother? Quite impressive for a 15 year
old....you really did a number on us last night. I wasn't expecting it
since your brother had told me he was going to hit another encampment of
boots."

I smiled as I took a sip. "Well sir, that just goes to show you....expect
the unexpected!"

We both cracked up laughing.

"So how did the lieutenant convince you to do this?"

"He didn't......It was all my idea when I saw the black pajamas and heard
about what he did at night to help train the troops about staying alert."

I finished drinking the coffee which had to be the strongest, worst tasting
I had ever had. No sooner had I finished, I asked Roberts for the latrine.

"If you need to just piss, take any tree out there."

So I did. I walked out and James was still talking so I walked away to a
tree and relieved myself. When I got back, James motioned me over.

"Let's go bro. You can drop me over at the command center and drive back to
the house."

I was a little surprised. I knew how to drive but I wouldn't have my
drivers license for a couple more months.

"Don't worry...we're in the country and it's only 5 miles."

We got to the command center. It had some wooden buildings with offices, a
mess hall and a large parking lot where the troops assembled when brought
from the main base. The troops would then be sent out to the various sites
in the woods to continue their mock training.

I left James and headed back to the house. I needed a good shower and to
hit the sack. I was looking forward to another night with the troops.

James got home that evening and I had fixed dinner for us from what I could
find in the house. He was both surprised and pleased.

During our meal, "You really ate that up last night didn't you?"

I smiled "Hell yeah.....and I'm ready to hit another camp tonight."

James laughed. "Well, you did an excellent job. I just don't want you to
get bored since you're here on vacation."

"Are you kidding....this is better than anything else I could be doing."

"Well you certainly made an impression on my NCO's, especially Roberts."

"Really?.....Yeah, he seems like a nice guy. I really liked visiting with
him."

James went in and took a nap while I watched some TV. I was ready when I
woke him at midnight and we headed back to the training area. I told him to
drop me at another camp and that he should go home and get a good nights
sleep. He finally relented and agreed and said he would see me at dawn. He
drove me to another area in the woods and stopped and told me where to find
the next encampment.  I got out of the car and started walking as he turned
around and headed home.

I walked over half a mile before I came to an opening in the trees James
had told me to look for. I turned and slowly made my way, stopping ever so
often to listen. I was moving along a tree-line when I spotted the first
foxhole. I quietly surveyed what I could of the area and spotted another
one. I stayed there for half an hour, just watching and listening before
slowly crawling toward one.

I found the two soldiers there snoring. I carefully marked their throats
and moved toward the next foxhole. I had decided to take a different tact
tonight and wipe out as much of the perimeter as possible before hitting
the central command bunker just before dawn.

I slowly moved from one foxhole to another marking the throats of sleeping
soldiers. It was the 5th foxhole that changed everything.

As I crept up, I could hear the two soldiers whispering.

"Damn, what I wouldn't give right now to have a tight hole to fuck tonight!
I need to cum a couple times something fierce."

"Yeah, I know exactly what you mean!"

I got closer and could make out that both soldiers were jacking their
cocks. I eased out a smoke grenade and got closer. When they seemed to
least expect it, I jumped in with them.

"Be quiet!...You're either both dead or you let me help you with your
need."

They were startled as they jumped but listened to what I said when they saw
the grenade. It was quiet for the longest time as my words sunk in.
Finally, one asked what I meant.

"Were you not just a few moments ago wanting a hole to fuck?"

"Yeah, but....."

"Does it matter here in the dark?"

They both sat there thinking, then "Fuck no....get down here and suck my
cock while Jamison fucks you."

There was some movement as they both pushed their fatigues down.  Both guys
were very well endowed. I had a hard time going down on the one while
Jamison moved behind me.

He pulled my black pajama bottoms down, then let his hand move over my butt
cheeks.

"God, what a sweet bubble butt!" He started spitting and smearing saliva
over my hole and his cock. Then he pushed against me. I grunted as I felt
his cockhead spread my hole open for his penetration. He gripped my waist
and slowly pushed harder as his thick cock slowly opened me up. I was close
to screaming except for the cock in my mouth. It felt like a fence post was
moving up inside me. Tears welled up in my eyes as my mouth was forced to
take more cock.

"Oh fuck! This ass is way sweeter than any pussy I've ever fucked" Jamison
whispered. "You're going to fucking love it Wilson!"

"Great! Now shut the fuck up and fuck him. I need to slam my cock in that
hole and breed it something fierce. I mean, a mouth is nice but I prefer to
plow a tight hole."

"Well, you're going to love it" Jamison said as he slowly started fucking
my hole, his cock sinking deeper inside me on the down stroke.  Before long
he has his rhythm going and was completely inside me. He grunted and moaned
for a couple minutes before he sped up. I felt his cock swell inside me.

"Shoot your load in my ass!"

"Really?"

He slammed into me a couple times and then held his cock deep inside me as
I felt his cum shots coating my insides as he grunted his release.  He fell
across my back and whispered a thank you in my ear. I clinched my ass
muscles to let him know he was welcome.

Once he regained his breath, he eased his cock out of me and switched with
Wilson. Wilson pushed his big cock inside me and started fucking me with a
vengeance.

"Oh man....you weren't kidding! Fucking awesome ass!"

While Wilson fucked the hell out of me, Jamison was in front of me. He
lifted my head and started kissing me passionately. My ass muscles went
crazy, clinching Wilson's cock.

"Oh fuck yeah! Keep doing what you're doing."

I was lost in Jamison's hot kissing while Wilson pounded my ass with his
cock, my ass muscles clinching and pulling him in.  He lasted a couple more
minutes.

"Oh fuck, I'm going to cum buckets in your hot hole!"

I tightened my ass muscles and he slammed me hard and deep, swelled and
released huge volleys of hot cum inside me. I could feel him filling my
insides with his sperm. And he just kept cumming! It was unreal the amount
he shot into me. When he was done, he collapsed backward, pulling his hard
cock out of me. I almost screamed from the sudden pain of his swollen
cock's departure but Jamison had my mouth occupied.

I fell forward into Jamison's arms. He held me and kissed me some more,
then whispered he wanted to fuck me some more when I was ready. It was a
few minutes later we heard Wilson lightly snoring.  We looked over at him,
his fatigues pushed down to his knees, his cock laying across his hip as he
lay there relaxed and fast asleep.

Jamison turned me around and pulled me against his body, his arms wrapped
around my chest, his hard cock pressed against my ass as he gently kissed
my neck and ear.

"I have to tell you something" he whispered."I never considered fucking a
guy but you are awesome! That is one talented ass you've got there and I
hope you let me fuck you some more tonight."

I loved what I was experiencing and how I felt "You can fuck me as many
times as you want, as long as you leave your cum inside me."

"Fucking HOT!....So can I ask your name?"

"It's Michael."

He let out a big sigh as he went back to cuddling and kissing me, his hard
cock slowly easing back inside my hole.

Jamison fucked me long and sensually two more times that night. Once he
finished, he dozed off to sleep while we gently kissed. Once I knew he was
out, I checked my watch. It was 4:35 AM. I slowly eased out of his embrace,
pulled my pajama bottoms up over my cum filled ass and slowly moved toward
the central bunker of the camp.  Everything was absolutely quiet.

As I slowly made my way down an unoccupied trench, I came across a wooden
box filled with 8 smoke grenades and small spools of trip wire.  NOW, I was
going to have fun. I spent the next 30 minutes setting up booby traps in
all the major walkways, including the entrance to the command bunker. Then
I made my exit from the camp and down the road to where my brother had
dropped me off. Some 15 minutes later I saw him coming up the road.

He pulled up and I opened the car door. He had a thermos of coffee and
poured me a cup.

"Well, how did it go?"

I laughed "Do you have any way of waking the troops before dawn and calling
them in to assembly?"

"Sure....just get up there and blow my whistle."

"Super! Let's go......you're going to love this!"

He drove up the road a little ways, parked and then we walked the remaining
distance to the camp. I kept him from entering the perimeter.  It was still
dark and predawn when he started blowing his whistle. It took a moment of
two before soldiers were moving when all hell started breaking lose as trip
wires were hit and smoke grenades started going off. James kept blowing his
whistle till he couldn't stand it and we were both rolling on the ground
laughing our asses off.

"Where the hell did you come up with that?" he laughed.

"Hey, they were all asleep and I found a box filled with grenades and trip
wire."

There was a big commotion still going on as we got up and started walking
into camp. Soldiers were running around while others were coming in from
their foxholes. Clouds of colored smoke covered the area.  By the time
things started to settle down and the smoke started to clear, the first
light of dawn was breaking the horizon.  James had his NCO's get the men
into formation. Once assembled but still bewildered, James addressed the
men.

"Charlie visited you during the night!...And by the looks of it, he pretty
well wiped you out. From what I am seeing, most of your asses are dead!"

He walked along and then pulled out his pocket mirror.  "Those of you out
in your perimeter foxholes fell asleep and Charlie cut your throats!"  he
said as he walked along showing the men the red marker across their
throats. When he got to Jamison and Wilson, he looked at them, then at me.

"They were awake and on duty" I said.

"Well, you two are probably the only ones to survive the night!"

Both Jamison and Wilson were now looking at me in the morning light with
questioning looks. When James introduced me as his kid civilian brother
that had done all the damage, Jamison and Wilson both rolled their eyes and
seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. All I could do was smile.  Then I
walked over and sat under a tree while James finished with his NCO's.

It must have been about 30 minutes later that he walked over to me.

"Are you hungry?....How bout I treat you to breakfast at the mess hall?"


Stay tuned for chapter 2. I hope you enjoyed it and welcome any comments.