Date: Mon, 29 Dec 2003 11:24:07 -0700
From: Greg Young <afgreg@hotmail.com>
Subject: Air Force Memories 1

Copyright for this story belongs to and remains with the author. I don't
have any major objection to my work being re-distributed, but ASK FIRST!!!

This is a gay adult story with the consequent language and images. If
Homosexuality and/or sexually explicit themes offend you then do not
continue. If these are illegal in your area, then you have my sympathy,
but you proceed at your own risk.

This is a story of the 1950's, and as such the characters are not bound
by the usual dictates of modern society, as sex was fairly safe between
males at that time. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken today with
impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is your obligation
and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily.

For obvious reasons the names have been changed, and also the chronology
has been shortened in order to tighten the story up.

I wish to dedicate this to Garth Wells, my mentor, without him this
story would never have been written.  He is a great writer himself and
has given me encouragement and help all through this, my first attempt
at writing.  I also want to acknowledge Pete Brown and Bill Smith whose
stories have given me so much pleasure.

I hope that you will find the following worthwhile.

Air Force Memories 1

How in the hell has this happened, me an officer and gentleman of the
USAF being held down by another officer and gentleman of the USAF and a
general of the ROKAF, with one holding my legs wide spread as he sticks
his cock in my mouth and the other ramming his hard cock in and out of
my ass, neither of which were virgin, but had not know such treatment as
they were now getting.

It was a long long flight across the Pacific on MATS, the plane was
loaded with service men and dependents going to Hawaii and the Far
East.  I had gotten up early in order to finish my packing and catch the
bus to the flight line and now as I looked out the window at the endless
expanse of sky and clouds I began to reminisce on what had happened that
I had ended up on this plane going to an unknown destination and to an
unknown future.

I had grown up in a small town, but had advantages not normally
available to a lot of my peers and friends. My father was an engineer
and my mother a classical pianist, talented artist, and teacher.  We
also made frequent trips to the state capital where mother was born and
raised, as well to the Los Angeles area where her family moved due to my
grandfather's health.  These trips gave me an insight and understanding
of a world outside the small close knit community I called home.

I had a cousin 18 months older and lived right in back of us.  We grew
up more as brothers did, as he had no siblings and I did not get any
until I was six.  Due to our closeness we had experimented with sex, and
while he liked me to suck him off, he would not suck me but wanted only
to be fucked.  I tried to get him to fuck me, but he never could get it
in.  That pleasure came to me during my junior year in college when my
roommate fucked me for the first time and I enjoyed it.  We remained
fuck and suck buddies for two years.  When graduation came we
sorrowfully parted ways and each believed it was the end of what had
been a wonderful interlude for us, but now it was time to enter the
world, get on with our lives, marry and have children as the rest of our
peers were doing.

I was of slender build 5"8" and weighed 135 lbs., but most of it was
muscle due to the fact that I swam and also did gymnastics.  Nudity had
never been a problem with me, as beginning in the seventh grade we were
required to take PE and shower each day, so from the age thirteen on was
used to seeing the naked male body, also in my university swimming class
the only time suits were worn was when competing, other than that it was
nude swimming as the pool was closed except for those in the class.

My eyes are brown with green specks and my hair a dark brown almost
black, I have a slight spattering of hair on my body, but it was kept
shaved while I was swimming.

My reverie was broken by an announcement that we were approaching Hawaii
and would be on the ground for about four hours.  Upon landing some of
us caught a bus into Honolulu and made for Waikiki Beach, we had drinks
at the Royal Hawaiian and looked out over the beach and watched the
waves come rolling in.  We regretted we did not have the time nor gear
to go swimming as the ocean looked so inviting.  We left the beach and
went into town and did some sight seeing and then back to the plane and
off for Midway Island.

I drifted into thoughts again once we reached the cruising altitude for
the plane and thought about how I had ended up in the Air Force at all.

It all started at the junior college in my hometown, the first year I
was there they got an Air Force ROTC unit, and it being just a few years
after the end of World War II, a lot of us were still quite patriotic.
I had two uncles and several cousins who had been in the war and all
came home and when the opportunity came for me to do my part there was
no hesitation.  During the summer between my sophomore and junior year
North Korea invaded South Korea and our future was changed forever.

I did have the opportunity to opt out of ROTC my junior year, but it
never did enter my mind to do so, I had made a commitment and meant to
keep it, even though the thoughts of going to a war zone scared me to
death.  But after talking to my family and getting their support it
became easier for me to go on with the program.

How little I knew that Monday afternoon in May 1953, that it would be
the beginning of a whole new approach to life for me.  The sun was
shining on the Greek Amphitheater as 139 of us were inducted into the
armed forces as Second Lieutenants.  The bulk of us in the Air Force.
It was the end of four years of ROTC training and nearly the end of my
university life, at the grand age of 22.

Upon entering the Air Force and going through a training school, while
we were in training there was much nudity with men going back and forth
to the showers and some good natured horseplay, but no indication of any
attachments between us, except for becoming good friends . I met some
excellent people, and became friends with many, some of those
friendships continue to this day.

At the completion of the training I was assigned to go to Korea as a
Supply and Intelligence Officer, and had a 30 day leave before I had to
report to Parks AFB.

In May 1954 I reported to Parks AFB to be transported to my assignment
in Korea, while there I renewed my friendships with several of the
officers I had gotten to know previously, and was not happy when they
received their orders to board ship and sail for the their assignments
in Japan and Korea.  I was told that my orders would come later.  Spent
time watching Army/McCarthy hearings, but disgust of McCarthy soon
turned me off on that.  Not much to do, one of the duty officers
reminded that the area of the BOQ where I was assigned was empty and
that the grassy spaces between the buildings would be a good place to
get a tan if I wanted one, as no one could see me I could sunbathe
naked, which I did. I was there long enough to get a good overall tan,
but it was lonely as there were no other officers awaiting shipment
there at the time.  I counted the days and checked the bulletin board
each day to see if I was posted to leave.  Finally my orders came and I
was to be a courier to take the personnel records of those who had
sailed previously and fly to Tokyo International Airport and then to
Tachikawa AFB for further processing.

Once again I came back to reality as the pilot announced we were
approaching Midway Island, it was just a sand spit more or less and
while we ate there, it was nothing to really remember.  Back on the
plane and I slept for a while but wondering just what was going to
happen to me when I reached my duty assignment.

I was awakened by the announcement we were coming in for a landing at
Tokyo, and I was groggy from the lack of sleep and the long plane ride,
but I was totally unprepared for what Japan was like.  Upon going down
the steps from the plane the first thing that got me was the smell, it
is hard to describe, but it was one completely foreign to me.  One
becomes used to it in time but is a shock when you first land.  There
was a jeep awaiting me at the air terminal to take me to Tachikawa, and
I threw my bag in the back and I got a look at the land and people as we
drove to my destination.

Upon reporting at Tachikawa and delivering the records I was carrying, I
was assigned a room in the BOQ.  About 20 minutes after I had gotten to
my room Captain Thomas Clay came in and suggested I get some rest as
Colonel James Ballard and Major John Truax were requesting my presence
for dinner.  He said if I would give him my uniform, shirt, underwear
and sox, he would have them cleaned and back for me about 1600.  As it
was now close to 0900, and as I had not really slept since we left Parks
the day before, I stripped gave him my clothes and fell into a sleep.

At 1600 I was awakened by Captain Clay with my clothes, he showed me
where the shower was and said that someone would call for me about six
PM.  I got ready and at 1800 an airman arrived in a sedan to take me off
base to meet Colonel Ballard and Major Truax.  They were congenial
people and we had a nice dinner while they asked me questions about my
background, how much I knew of Japanese and Korean customs, and gave me
some very helpful information.

As the dinner was winding down the major suggested that they take me to
the Tokyo Onsen for one of their famous baths, so he called made
arrangements for the three of us and we drove the about 20 miles into
Tokyo.  The Onsen had set up an area for the three of us and we were
shown where to strip and leave our clothes.  After this we entered a
room where young ladies washed us and then had us soak in what to me was
very hot water.  After this a blind man came in and gave us massages.  I
had never felt so relaxed and clean in my life.  I thought we would now
return to the base but the major had arranged for us to be taken to a
sex show, which I must admit shocked me.  First there were two women who
came out and made love to each other, kissing, sucking each other's
nipples and eating out each other's pussy.  Then two men came in who
proceeded to kiss, suck the women's nipples, and fuck them both in the
pussy and the ass.  This was really an eye opener to me and my cock was
straining against the fabric of my trousers, I was afraid I might come
then.  They foursome finished their show and the lights dimmed, I
thought that this was the end and began to rise to go, but the colonel
pulled me back down, whispering there is one more act.  The lights came
up and two very handsome, muscular young men came out and began kissing
each other and running their hands over each others bodies, one of the
brought his mouth down to the nipple of the other and began sucking on
it while twisting the other nipple with his hand, the first man began to
moan as the other switched nipples and then worked his way to began to
lick the first mans balls, soon the first man pulled him up and repeated
what had been done to him.  Next he pushed the man over and began to
tongue his ass and hole, getting it good and wet, and then pushed his
cock in and rocked back and forth as the fuckee groaned, the fucker
pulled his cock out pushed the other on the floor and they each began to
suck on the others cock.  They continued this play for some time,
sucking, fucking each other and finally allowing themselves to come by
pulling out of each other's mouth and shooting on the others face.

Going home the major said the purpose of the show was that in the
Japanese's culture homosexuality was not frowned upon, but accepted as a
way of life, and as soon as I understood the workings of the oriental
mind then I would really be able to excel in my job assignment.  I had
no idea what he was talking about, while watching the two men perform I
still had my raging hard on, but really had no thoughts of having sex
with another man.  I thought that phase of my life was over with.

The next morning I met Captain Clay at breakfast and he informed the
transport ship had docked at Yokohama during the night and that the
passengers should be arriving on base before noon.  My friends who had
taken the ship were quite surprised to see me already there, and
questioned me about the Tokyo Onsen.  Apparently they had heard about it
on the ship.  I told them, yes I knew about it and so we decided to go
to Tokyo that night.  We got to the Onsen and were given individual
sites this time; they did not want to see a show so after the bath we
returned to the base.  Over the next two days we made several excursions
to see some the surrounding country, but each day our group grew smaller
until the third day I was once again alone.  Little did I realize at the
time that except for a couple of very short visits would I ever see any
of these men I had come to know so well during our training in the states.

The next day Captain Clay told me since the weekend was coming up that
Colonel Ballard had arranged to take me to Nikko and the Toshogu Shrine
and to stay overnight in a Japanese Inn and visit a sento (public
bathhouse).  This he said would give a better understanding of the
culture and would benefit me once I got to Korea.  This sounded
interesting to me, and I asked the Captain if he had any idea when I
would be going to my duty assignment, and he just smiled and said
probably sometime next week.  I asked him what I should take with me,
and he said just a change of underwear and my ditty bag

That evening I was picked up, Captain, Clay, Major Truax and Colonel
Ballard were already in the car, we were taken to the train station and
boarded the train for Nikko.  Upon arriving we were taken to the inn
where we would be staying.  When we arrived at the inn, we left our
shoes at the door, put on a pair of slippers, which you removed upon
arriving at your room.  The rooms are simple but elegant.  In one corner
is an alcove with flowers and a hanging painting, there is a lacquer
table in the room with cushions.  At night the table is moved and a
futon with quilts is placed on the tatami for sleeping.  There was an
ironed yukata (kimono style dressing gown) for use after bathing, when
eating or exploring your surroundings

Colonel Ballard and Major Truax had one room and Captain Clay and I had
another.
The Colonel suggested we go to the sento and so we changed into the
yukata's.  The paper screen dividing our rooms was open and no one had
any qualms about stripping down and putting on the yukata.  I could not
help but notice that the other three were quite muscular and seemed to
be very much in shape.  They appeared to range in age from the late
twenties to the early forties.  After changing and getting directions we
were off to the sento.  Upon arrival we went in the right as they are
segregated. An obasan took our entrance fee, sold us some soap and
rented us a towel.  We went into a room where we put our clothes in a
locker, locked with a wooden key which was kept on the wrist, then
entered the bathing room.  The bathing area had in the walls a series of
cold and hot faucets.  You sit at one of these on a low wooden stool,
and pour water over you with one of bowls scattered around the room, or
have your companion do the honors.

Soap is rubbed into the towel and you scrub yourself all over, usually
having a companion do your back, then the soap is rinsed off with the
bowls of water the towel cleaned and wrung as dry as you can get it.

Then you sit in the hot pool, this takes getting used to as I felt like
a boiled lobster when I first got in, but was assured that after a few
minutes it would feel good, and it did.

There were quite a few Japanese men at the sento and were going about
bathing and keeping up conversations, which not knowing the language was
quite meaningless to me, but it was interesting to see the various body
types of the bathers.

While soaking I began to learn a bit about my companions.  Colonel
Ballard was 38, had been in service since 1941 and had seen action in
both Europe and the Pacific, he was divorced with no children and the
Air force was his life.  He was about 6', weighed about 190 lbs, and had
blond hair, blue eyes and a most arresting face with a cleft chin.
Major Truax was 30, married, his wife was in the States, no children,
and he had been in the service since 1942, starting out as an enlisted
man then going to Officers Training.  He too had served in the Pacific
during the war.  He was a little shorter than the Colonel was, but
weighed about the same, giving him a stocky build; he had dark hair,
which also abundantly covered his body, green eyes, and a most engaging
smile.  Captain Clay was 28, he was a ROTC graduate who had gone regular
Air Force, single, about 5'10" and weighed around 170.

I was amazed at the information they had about me, but decided it must
have come from my personnel file. They were telling me the more I
learned of the culture in Japan while I was there the easier my new
assignment would be.  Apparently they knew something of it, but would
not tell me about it, just smiled and said "wait and see".

After cooking for a while we left the hot pool used our towel to dry
ourselves, put on our yakuta's and returned to the inn for dinner. After
dinner we relaxed enjoyed the garden, and then since it had been a long
day called the maid to make up the futons.  She made up the beds, closed
the sliding rice paper divider and we went to bed.  Sometime during the
night I awoke and thought I heard groans coming from the other room. I
shook Captain Clay awake and had him listen, he just smiled and said one
of the must be having a bad dream, and then the sounds turned and seemed
pleasurable, so I told Clay "I guess you are right".

Then next day we visited the shrine and caught the train back to Tokyo,
late that afternoon, I would have liked to stay one more night.
However; when I suggested it, Colonel Ballard said it might be too
risky, which I did not understand.

I was surprised on Monday morning to have Captain Clay tell me my flight
for Korea would be taking off about noon, and to get my stuff packed and
ready to go.   It did not take me long, and after an early lunch was on
my way to Korea.  Several hours later we landed at Taegu.  While I had
thought the smoky smell of Japan was interesting; the only word I can
use is overwhelming.  Korea may have a descriptive name, but to me it
will always be  "shitty smelling".  The Koreans used nightsoil (shit) to
fertilize their fields, men would come around with "honey buckets" to
gather it from the latrines and then take it to the farmers
.
If I thought there was a culture shock in seeing Japan, this was a real
shock, as we drove from the airport to the base we passed both men and
women who were either urinating or defecating alongside the road.  My
driver told me that as long as those things seemed not normal then "you
are still pissing stateside water".He said in time it would be natural,
as also seeing them swim nude.

We arrived at the base, I reported in, was shown to a place to bunk in
one half of a Quonset hut, given a lock to put on the door, shown where
the club it eat was and the latrine and shower building.  This was one
big building, which was partitioned into two halves, one half held
toilets, which were a long line of cutouts in the wooden seats, with no
partitions, the other half was the shower room with shower heads on both
walls in the open room.

I had been told the water was usually heated by four, so at four-thirty
I had my shower, changed clothes and went to the club for dinner.  Met
some interesting people, rolled for drinks, and surprisingly won, during
the evening only paid for one round of drinks, and know I had several,
drinks cheap and the scotch good.

The next morning I had an interview with Colonel Fellowes, who was head
of the Advisory Unit; he welcomed me, and said that he knew I would do a
good job in my assignments at the Detachment, which was some 12 miles
south of Chinju.  He expected someone from the detachment to fly up for
me in the next day or two, and if I wanted to see Taegu to be sure and
take a driver and be careful.  He said the Koreans were most adept at
being able to steal things.  I did get a driver and went into town, but
it still had a lot of destruction from the war, and I was not too
impressed, so that really was the end of my sight seeing.

Fortunately the next day a Captain Richard Brock flew up to take me to
the K site.  He was most personable and tried to point out the
interesting sights as we flew south.  The K site was located on the edge
of the strait between Korea and Japan, in fact were only about an
hours-flying time from the southern island of Kyushu.

We soon were on the ground and a jeep was waiting to take us up the
compound where the advisory group was stationed.  I checked in with
Master Sergeant Gordon, met with the adjutant 1st Lt. Joseph Padgett,
and shown into Lt. Colonel Roland Sheffield"s office.  He said he was
glad to have me on board, and that it looked like I was all he had been
told.  That threw me, as wondered what he had been told and why. Lt.
Padget had an airman show me to the BOQ to stow my luggage and to the
supply room to get the bedding.

The unit was small, twelve officers and about 50 airman.  There were
nine barrack type buildings, two were for the airmen's mess,
headquarters and the officers mess, one for supply, one which served as
both a chapel and theater (when there were movies), and one for officers
quarters, one split between a transient quarters and airmen housing,
then two for airmen housing and another split between a small base
exchange and airmen housing, later down the hill I found another
building housing a library and dark room.  There was a club building for
the airmen, (officers were honorary members) a shower room down the hill
from the club and at the far end of the housing and down a hill the
latrine, which was a four holer.  Scattered about were pissors where one
might urinate.

I was rather surprised when Lt. Padgett came over to introduce me to the
other officers in their quarters to find that except for a private room
for the Lt. Colonel, the building was one big open room, beds separated
only by homemade wardrobes to hang clothes in.  Padgett informed me that
as soon as 1st Lt. Chris Kaiser, left I would be moved from the
transient quarters to the officers quarters.  He gave me the hours of
mess, and said that there was usually hot water after four, but not to
wait too long to shower.  He left me to unpack and said he would come
and get me for dinner.

The meal was pretty good, we ate the same as the airmen, and the only
difference was we had a Korean to serve us, there really was not much of
a choice of menu, but the cooks did the best they could.  Later Padgett
took me over to the club to introduce me and let me feel my way around
the others, afraid I drank a bit more scotch than I should have, as had
a head ache the next morning.  However, did not seem to make a fool of
myself.

The next morning I met with Lt. Col. Sheffield and he gave me my
assigned duties. I ended up as the base supply officer, the air
installation officer, the indigenous labor officer, the base
intelligence officer and the liaison officer between the unit and
General Park Song the commander of the Korean Air Base.  He informed me
that 1st Lt. Kaiser had been performing the liaison duties and he would
clue me in on them.  Most of the duties were very light and were done
mainly by the sergeant in that specialty.  I made my office in the
supply building and had a very competent and intelligent and
companionable sergeant who really made my life much easier.
1st Lt. Kaiser wandered in to visit with me; he had been a pilot
training the Koreans to fly, but those duties were almost done, so he
had time on his hands and would be going home as soon as he got his
orders.  He suggested we get some sun and talk, so wandered over to the
south side of the buildings where we put down some blankets and I was
surprised when he stripped to sun bathe, but felt it would be wrong if I
did not follow suit. Chris was a couple of years older than I was, he
had been a college quarterback and it showed in his muscular body, what
surprised me was to see had no hair below his neck.  He was about 6" and
looked to weigh about 180, with no fat at all. He was a blond, blue eyed
guy from Minnesota, noticed his cock was about five inches long flaccid
and he had a couple of low hanging balls.  He was married and was going
back to teach at a university in a ROTC program.  Chris had been the
liaison with Gen. Park for the last eight months, and said part of the
duties was to help the general with the written English language, relay
information between our unit and his, and to perform other duties as he
may require.  He said that he had a meeting with the general at 1900
hours, and I should go with him so he could introduce me and I could
begin to learn what was needed.  We both were getting a little red, so
Chris said lets shower and dress, he picked up his clothes, folded the
blanket which he dropped off in the quarters and walked down to the
shower, I followed suit.  He informed it would be quick, as the water
was not yet heated, so we had quick coldish showers, dressed and went
our respective ways.

That evening he came to get me and we walked over and up the general's
office, our compound was in the middle of the Korean Air Base, and so we
could get anywhere in a short time, usually walking.  The Japanese
during their occupation of the Korea had built the base and most of the
buildings.  We walked in and were escorted upstairs to the general's
office.  General Park was about my height, a little heavier and had very
arresting features; he really almost boarded on handsome.  Chris
introduced me, and Gen. Park said he was glad to meet me and was sure I
would handle the duties well, and I was just what he expected.

Strange words which I would find out the meaning later.  The general and
Chris went over some information that needed to be exchanged, then I
helped him with a memo he was writing about needing certain types of
trainers for his flyers.  We chatted for a while and then Chris said "I
need to do some things with the general, why don't you go back and I'll
catch you at the club later".  With that I left and walked back to the
compound, and on to the club.  A little over an hour later Chris came in
and we went out on the porch to talk.  He informed me the general really
liked me and that we would be meeting with him on Saturday and probably
spend the whole day with him.
Saturday dawned hot and humid and Chris came over and said just wear
your fatigues and don't bother with a tee shirt.  About 0900 we began
our walk over to the generals and by the time we got sweat was making
stains on our fatigues.  The general's aide took us up to him and he
took one look at us and said why don't you change into yukatas, and he
had his aide bring two out, following Chris' lead I changed also,
wearing just the yukata, underwear and my sox.
We got most of the work done by the time lunch came.  The general had
ordered a nice meal delivered, with tea, and had some scotch for us to
drink afterward.  I enjoyed the tea and had several cups; it was
different from any I had ever drunk before, but nice tasting.  Soon felt
a little warm and noticed my cock was getting hard, but paid no real
attention to it.  The general poured us each a good shot of scotch and
we toasted each other, after which he filled the glasses again.

The general said, "I have something to show you" and pulled out a set of
photos and gave to me.  I looked at them in shock, they were pictures
taken of me nude at Parks and pictures of me nude in Japan.  He said
"this is how I knew you would serve my purpose".  General Park called
for two of his aides and they with the help of Chris removed my yukata,
shorts and sox, then the two held me while Chris stripped and went over
and carefully undressed the general.  I could not believe this was
happening, and the next thing I knew they had bent me over and I felt
hands spreading my ss, I heard the general say "Chris you know what to
do." And the next thing I knew there was a tongue licking and probing at
my asshole.  This only served to get my cock rock hard, and then the
general said do his nuts and cock and I felt Chris's mouth on my nuts
and cock and then he engulfed my cock in his mouth and began to give it
a massage like I never felt before.  I thought I would come but the
general stopped him, and said now you will return the favor.  Chris bent
over and spread his ass, I was told to lick, kiss and tongue it, I
balked and the next thing I knew someone had grasped my balls and began
squeezing as hard as possible.  I thought I would be sick, but heard
them say do it or we put on more pressure, I leaned forward, could smell
the sweat of Chris, and began to lick his crack, up and down and over
his hole, finally I kissed it at began to eat it as he had mine.  This
went on for some time and then I was forced to suck his cock and balls,
but with him I was forced to suck him until he came, and told to swallow
it.  As they still had their hands on by balls, I followed their orders,
as tears streamed down my face.
Park said maybe he is now ready, and he came to stand in front of me and
pushed his cock into my mouth, it had to be at least five inches soft,
and about eight hard, when it was hard he had Chris work on my ass
again, and then the general had Chris and his aides hold me while he
forced his cock into my ass.  It felt like a baseball bat going in, the
pain was terrific, but slowly bit by bit he forced his way into me until
I could feel the hair of his groin on my ass.  He began fucking me and
it seemed the pain lessened and a bit of pleasure took over, my cock was
hard and dripping and Chris was told to suck on it.  After what seemed
forever the general came and I exploded in Chris mouth.

I was in shock, I had never dreamed upon leaving college that I would
again be having sex with a man, and even worse I had no say in the
matter, it was decided for me and from the looks of things I had best go
along with it, my mind was in a whirl and my mouth and ass both were
sore from the punishment they had taken, this was the love that I had
experienced with my roommate and it was most disconcerting.

As I came back to reality I heard the words "shave him" and the next
thing I knew the aides were shaving all the hair from my body, so I was
just like Chris.  I looked at him still crying and he just said "sorry,
you will learn to like it".
.
The general had Chris and me put into a room with a bed, and said rest,
more is to come later, also he said the photos of our session should be
ready by then.  He turned locked the door and left us alone.


If you would like to read more of my adventures, please let me know.  Thanks