Date: Tue, 2 Apr 2019 03:16:15 +0000 (UTC)
From: David Auslander <thailyn2001@yahoo.com>
Subject: Vietnam 1967 - Part 3

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VIETNAM -- PART 3

Spec.4 John M. Johnson, and Spec.5 Tom Rydel were assigned to do a photo
shoot at Hill 501. A Chinook Helicopter, full of supplies, landed at the II
Field Forces Heliport, and the photographers boarded. In the 40 minute
flight to the Microwave Relay Station, they divided up responsibilities:
Spec.4 Johnson would focus on the radio antennas and equipment, while
Spec.5 Rydel would concentrate on "color" shots of how the men lived in
this isolated outpost.


Spec.4 Johnson climbed the antenna array, taking "Artistic" shots. He then
went into the Signal Corps Control Room, and took photos of the men working
on the radio equipment, being sure that nothing classified was
photographed. Spec.5 Rydel made a tour of the area. He was shown where they
were to sleep that night, then took a number of shots of the men working on
the various jobs of "housekeeping" for an isolated base. He carefully took
down, on his pad, the names, rank and hometown of those he photographed,
and the name of the hometown newspaper, if it was known.


He was amazed to discover that there was an NCO Club at this remote
base. He ended up in the Quonset Hut that served as the Supply Room. He was
introduced to the Supply Sargent, and his Gaydar rang bells in the back of
his mind.


Sargent (E-6) Jefferson Davis had been at hill 501 for over 8 months, and
was soon scheduled to go home soon. He was about 25 years old, and stood at
5 foot 8 inches. He was well shaped, and had a smile that lit up the
room. He was very sexy! Spec.5 Rydel, took pictures of the supply
operation, then went into the back room full of shelves. Sargent Davis
followed him into the back room, to show him around. Spec.5 Rydel grabbed
him, and planted a sloppy kiss on the Sargent's mouth.


After the initial shock, the Sargent's arms went around Tom, and he
returned the kiss. After several minutes of making out, they broke apart,
and Tom said: "I think you needed that. We can do some other things
tonight."


Sargent Davis looked at Tom, and answered: "On that you are right. I needed
that! I had a regular liaison with one of the pilots of the Supply
Helicopter, but then the copter crashed. I haven't had any intimate contact
in over 5 months."


Tom looked at the Sargent, and commented: "You poor Bastard!" Tom reached
for the Sargent again, and planted another kiss on him. He pulled back and
asked: "Can you wait till tonight?"


Sargent Davis answered him: "I have had no sexual contact for 5 months
except my hand. I can wait a few more hours." Spec.5 Rydel reached out and
took the Sargent's right hand, and shoved the hand down the front of his
pants, as he shoved his tongue into the Sargent's mouth. They made out
orally, with Sargent Davis squeezing Toms cock.


After a few minutes, they broke apart. The Sargent said: "We had better get
back to work, before somebody comes looking for us."


They straightened out their fatigues, as best they could. Tom brought up
his camera, and continued taking photos. He sneakily took some photos of
the Supply Sargent. As he went out the door on the end of the Quonset hut,
he said: "See you at the NCO club tonight."


For the remainder of the day, the photographers roamed around Hill 501,
taking many pictures. The basic rule was that "Film is Cheap", so they shot
as much as they could. About 4:30, they both went into the Supply Shack,
and were talking to Sargent Davis, when "Charlie" decided that this was a
good time to mortar Hill 501. Unfortunately, the closest bunker was across
the helipad. The three males began running across the Helipad towards the
bunker, when John dropped his camera. With "incoming" exploding all around
them, John ran back for his camera, just as a mortar shell exploded on the
helipad, throwing him to the ground. Sargent Davis and Spec.5 Rydel ran
back. They each grabbed one of John's arms, picked him up, and ran with him
to the bunker. John did not let go of his camera, which was held in a
"Death Grip". They made it into the bunker, as more shells came in.


The Army had an experimental device which used the angle of incoming shells
to determine the position of the weapon. The Machine operator radioed the
position of the mortar to the Air Force, and a jet was directed to that
location. The two photographers, hunkering in the bunker, waiting for a jet
to arrive.


The machine was working that day, and soon an American Jet blasted the
mortar with Napalm. They used Napalm because American munitions burned a
very large area; and if they didn't make a direct hit, a near-miss was
close enough. The shells stopped coming in!


While hunkered in the Bunker, Tom felt a hand pat him on the shoulder. He
turned around to find a smoldering joint being handed to him, by another
solder who had entered the bunker for safety. Tom took the joint, and
expertly took a toke. He then handed the joint to John, who asked: "What is
that?"


Tom looked at John with disbelief written on his face. John had gone to
college, in Boston for four years, but had never come into contact with
drugs of any kind! Tom found this hard to believe, but had no option except
to believe it. He explained: "This is a joint... "Mary Jane"
..."marijuana." You smoke it like this." Tom took another toke, so John
could see how it was done. He held the smoke in his lungs as long as
possible, then handed the joint to John. John inhaled the purple smoke, and
choked. The rest of the stoned solders in the bunker, laughed.


They remained in the bunker for several hours, until the all clear
sounded. The camp loud speakers announced that dinner would be served at 8
PM. that night. Tom turned to talk with John, but John was sound
asleep. Tom laughed! The rest of the solders in the bunker left to see if
any repairs were necessary. If any repairs were required, they made them,
or started to make the repairs. The fact that they had used recreational
drugs to allay their fears, did not prevent them from their primary duty of
keeping the Radio Relays going.


Tom decided to let John sleep until dinner was ready. He followed the men
out, who cataloged the damage. He took many pictures of the men making
repairs. He then returned to the bunker, to see how Spec.4 Johnson was
doing.


He entered the bunker, and crossed to where he had left John sleeping. John
was sound asleep, and happily snoring away. He went to the bunker entrance
hoping for a breeze as it was "Hot as Hell" inside the bunker. There was no
breeze. Tom waited till 8 PM. When he started to wake John up. John sat up
groggily. He looked at Tom, and said: "Am I right? You and Sargent Davis
saved my life?"


"I think we may have" answered Tom. He put out his hand and helped John to
his feet. They then walked, unsteadily, to the Mess Hall. By the time they
got there, John was walking steadily, and they got on the end of the food
line! They got their food, and sat down and ate. When They finished eating,
they went over to the NCO club. Tom went to the bar, and got three
beers. He returned to the table that John had found.


"Why three?" asked John.


"Because Sargent Davis said he would join us."


"OH" said John, then he looked at Tom and asked: "I almost got killed
today, didn't I?"


Tom answered: "I think you may have. I am happy to say "Almost."


John grabbed a beer and gulped it. This was the first time he had come face
to face with death.


Tom engaged in "Chit-Chat", when he was interrupted by John: "I almost got
killed today, didn't I."


Tom answered: "I think you may have." John grabbed the bottle of beer, and
chugged it. At fist Tom was going to say "Be Careful" but decided to say
nothing. He continued to talk about nothing in particular.


In his mind, Tom re-ran the days events. He pondered the fact that his
actions had resulted in saving another man's life. Internally, he was proud
of himself. This knowledge could be mind inflating. He considered this, and
determined that he could not go the route of blowing one's own horn. For
him, modesty was the way to go. He had done what every other man would have
done: putting the concern for others -in this case John's life -- in front
of his own instincts for self preservation. He then went up to the bar, and
got more beers, and returned to the table. Once he returned to the table,
John said again: "I almost got killed today, didn't I."


Once again, Tom said: "I think you may have." John grabbed the new beer,
and chugged it. Tom was going to say 'Go easy', but then thought better of
it. John being drunk, might be an advantage in the current situation.


Sargent Davis arrived with three more beers. John looked at him, and said:
"You and Tom saved my life?"


Sargent Davis sat, and answered: "I think we may have". John absorbed the
answer, then grabbed the newest beer, and chugged it. Sargent Davis made
eye contact with Tom, but Tom only smiled.


Between the beer, the heat, and the trauma of looking death in the face for
the first time, John very quickly became completely inebriated. He got a
strange look on his face, and both Sargent Davis and Spec.5 Rydel realized
that John was going to throw up. They both quickly rose and each one
grabbed John's arms, and carried him outside and around to the rear of the
building, where the Spec.4 proceeded to throw up into the tropical
bushes. Jeff and Tom tried to control where the vomit landed, but they were
only partially successful. Some of the Vomit got on John's clothing. After
John emptied his stomach, He passed out! He started to fall over, but Tom
caught him. Tom got under one shoulder, while Jeff got under the
other. Together, they carried the comatose John to the hutch they were
scheduled to sleep in .


They entered the Hutch. Tom unfolded the mattress and they dumped the
unconscious John on one of the specified beds. Jeff looked at the
unconscious solder in vomit covered clothing. Jeff said: "He shouldn't
sleep it off in those clothes!"


Tom agreed with Jeff, and started removing Johns clothes. Soon John was
laying in the bed, in just his Army issue green boxers. The two man looked
at him and Jeff said: "He is beautiful!"


Tom said: "You think that good, wait a minute." Tom reached over and pulled
the front of the boxer shorts down, revealing the above average endowment.


"Wow," said Jeff, appreciative of the eye bulging genitalia. "Have you had
him yet?" Jeff asked.


Tom answered: "Not yet. I plan on seducing him when we go on R & R in
Bangcock."


Jeff said dreamily: "I wish I could be part of that."


Tom looked at Jeff. He was very turned on by the Sargent, and visions of a
hot three-way involving himself, Jeff, and John ran through his mind. "You
can," said Tom. "I'll let you know when we are going to Bangcock, and you
can join us there."


Jeff considered the possibilities, and asked: "Are you sure you don't want
some privacy? I would love to join you, but not if it will inhibit
your... activates."


Tom looked at the sexy Sargent. A quick look around the hutch revealed that
they were totally alone. Tom Reached over, and planted a kiss on Jeff's
mouth. He pulled back, and answered: "I think the idea of a three-way with
me, you and John would be very hot. I will let you know when we will be in
Bangcock. Give me a few days for the initial seduction, then join us for
some fun." Tom reached down and pulled John's boxers back up into the
normal position. Jeff leaned down and picked up John's vomit covered
clothing.


"The Laundry Sargent owes me a few favors. I will get these washed tonight,
and they will be clean and dry for John tomorrow morning, when you fly out
of here," remarked Jeff. Jeff reached into his pocket and brought out some
keys. He handed a key to Tom, saying "This is the key to the supply
shack. We will have some privacy there. When we leave here, I will make
arrangements for the washing of the clothes, you go to the supply shack,
and I will meet you there later."


The two men left the hutch, and went in different directions. Tom went to
the Supply Shack. Looking all around the area, he determined that no one
would see him, he carefully unlocked the Quonset hut door. Tom entered the
building, but he did not turn on the lights. For security reasons, the
entire area was brightly lit by electric lights erected by the Army. The
light shown in through the windows in the front, and some light spilled
into the back room.


He went into the back room. He stopped to consider that Jeff had had no
intimate contact in such a long time. He considered what would be the best
way to greet him. Tom came to a decision, and quickly stripped, taking off
his Army boots and socks, before attempting to remove his pants. He took
his pants and boxers off and carefully folded his army fatigues, and put
them on a shelf, along with his shirt. He stood there stark naked. He
looked around the room, and saw a wooden chair against one wall. He brought
the chair to the center aisle, and assumed a position leaning the front of
his torso on the chair back, with his ass in the air. When he was satisfied
that the position would be comfortable, he sat on the chair to await the
arrival of Jeff. He sat there a few minutes thinking. He jumped up and
crossed back to his pile of clothing. He put on his fatigue top, but didn't
button it. He imagined what he must look like, nude from the waist down,
with his torso exposed from within his open Army fatigue shirt, a very sexy
image! The image personified the "Photographer" in him!


A few minutes later, Tom heard some one opening the front door, come in,
and locking it behind him. Tom got into position on the chair, pulling the
fatigue shirt up, exposing his ass. A soft voice called out: "Tom".


"In the back room" Tom called out softly.


Jeff slowly walked to the back room, where he was greeted by the sight of a
naked male ass.


"Wow!" said Jeff, as he looked at the fantasy sight!


He walked forward, and dropped to his knees. He extended his tongue and ran
it up and down the crack in the ass. He licked up and down, being sure to
lath the asshole on each trip.


Tom spoke up quietly and said softly: "I am probably not clean back there."


Jeff said: "It has been so long, I don't care." He continued to lathe up
and down the crack in Tom's ass, but did not thrust his tongue into Tom's
asshole! Eventually Jeff squeaked out: "Would you please turn over!" Tom
turned over, putting his hands, behind himself, onto the chair back for
support. His magnificent erection came into Jeff's view. Jeff took a few
minutes enjoying the site before him. "It is beautiful" he remarked. Then
he moved forward, and engulfed the erect cock in front of him. His
expertise was such that he went right down to the cock root with his nose
in Tom's pubic bush. He froze there, savoring the presence of a cock in his
throat! After a few moments, he started exercising the muscles of his
throat and mouth. Then he started bobbing his head Up and down. After a few
passes, he concentrated on Tom's Cockhead, and began sucking. At first, he
sucked gently, then he increased the pressure of his sucking to almost
vacuum cleaner strength.


Tom was not sexually frustrated, and realized that the man before him was,
that he had not had an intimate moment in a long, long time. Although he
was enjoying the sensations on his cock, he realized that he was there for
the other person. He suppressed his own needs, and vowed to give his
partner as much pleasure as possible!


Eventually, Tom ejaculated 6 ropes of cum into the encompassing mouth
attached to him. Jeff swallowed every drop. He also realized that he had
cum in his pants. He pulled off the spent cock and said: "Thank you."


Jeff stood up and walked to the rear of the back room. He removed a
mattress from a specially spaced shelf, which he placed on the floor in the
walkway between sets of shelves. He reached to the next shelf, and pulled
out two blankets. He spread one blanket on the top of the mattress, and put
the other blanket at the bottom of the mattress. He took off his Boots and
socks, and quickly removed his remaining clothes. He reached onto another
shelf, and removed a towel which he used to dry his legs, crotch and
stomach. He threw the towel onto the floor next to the mattress. He crossed
back to Tom, who was quietly waiting at the chair, and watching every move
Jeff made.


Jeff took Tom by the hand, and led him back to the mattress. The two men
lay down on the mattress. Tom took off his fatigue top. They embraced,
joined mouths, and made out passionately. They both quickly re-erected. Tom
pulled back and looked deeply into Jeff's eyes, and said: "Tonight is your
night. I am versatile and will do anything you want. What do you want to do
next?"


Jeff thought about it and finally asked: "Can I fuck you?"


Tom said: "I am not clean down there. I will get my pleasure, but it may be
a little dirty for you!"


Jeff thought about it for a while, then answered: "It has been so long,
that I don't care how dirty it may be."


Tom said: "OK, it's your choice. How do you want me?"


Jeff thought about it and finally said: "If you are willing, I would prefer
rear entry with you on your hands and knees."


Tom answered: "That's OK with me."


Jeff stood up, and Tom got on his hands and knees on the mattress. Jeff
stepped behind Tom. He fell to his knees between Toms legs and stretch out
his arms. He took hold of Tom's Ass cheeks and massaged them. Jeff
confessed to Tom: "I don't have any lube except spit."


Tom said: "That's OK. I am no Virgin, and have had plenty of sex. That is
an experienced ass. Spit will be fine."


With that, Jeff leaned forward and ran his extended tongue up and down the
crack of Toms ass. He lathed the crack several times, then stretched the
cheeks apart exposing Tom's rosebud. Jeff spit on the ass hole, and spread
the spit with his tongue. He licked the asshole, and spit on it again. When
the asshole was thoroughly wet, he lined his cock up with the asshole. He
put pressure on his cock, and his cockhead and about an inch and ½ of
penile shaft slipped into the asshole. Jeff froze there, allowing Tom to
get used to the presence of a stranger in his ass.


After a few minutes, Tom said: "OK, put in the rest, but go slowly." Jeff
slowly slipped the remainder of his cock into the welcoming asshole. He
pushed all of his cock into Tom's ass, and froze when he felt his balls
meet the back of Tom's thighs. He stayed there relishing the sensations on
his cock that he had not felt in a long time, while Tom got used to the
presence in his rectum. After a few minutes that seemed like hours, Tom
nodded his head yes, and said: "Go for it!"


Jeff slowly withdrew his cock back, then reversed direction, pushing the
cock all the way back into Tom's body! He slowly pulled back and continued
to slowly "Long Dick" his cooperating partner. He slowly increased his
speed and shortened his stroke. Soon, he was "Rabbit Fucking" the
cooperating male body in front of him.


Once again, Tom suppressed his own satisfaction in favor of his
partner. His empathy for Jeff's long celibacy was such that he allowed Jeff
to take what ever pleasure he wanted. He was deliberately allowing himself
to be used, for the pleasure of his partner. He was enjoying the sexual
stimulation, but if he had considered himself, he might have done things
slightly differently.


All to soon, Jeff painted Tom's insides. He threw himself forward on Tom's
back and threw his arms around Tom, in an emphatic embrace. Tom lowered
himself to the mattress, and they lay there together in the sexual
afterglow. Then Jeff's cock slipped out of Tom's ass. It was covered with a
brown coating. Jeff reached over to the side of the mattress, and grabbed
the towel. He cleaned his cock off, making sure it was as clean as
possible, without a water bath. Then he checked the rest of himself, and
checked Tom's asshole and cheeks. To be on the safe side, he took the clean
corner of the towel and rubbed Tom's asshole and cheeks. Jeff threw the
towel into the corner of the room. He then stretched out next to Tom, who
worked himself over onto his back. The two naked men cuddled side by side,
there arms and legs intertwined. Jeff looked at Tom, and once again said:
"Thank you."


They laid there together for a while, relishing the naked contact with each
other. A few minutes later, Jeff asked Tom: "Did you enjoy that?"


Tom answered: "Yes I did, you are very... what's the word...enthusiastic."
The two males giggled, then moved their heads together, and brought their
lips together in a leisurely kiss.


After a few minutes, Jeff pulled away from Tom's mouth, and said: "Tom,
thank you for allowing me to take my pleasure; but I believe in giving as
much pleasure as I receive. I too am versatile. What would you like to do?"


Tom was touched by Jeff's concern for his needs. He had been attracted to
Jeff the first moment he saw him. He now realized that he could become very
involved with this man, but that the separation between where they were
stationed made any immediate deeper involvement impossible! Tom realized
that he could enjoy each other tonight, and perhaps in Bangcock. Maybe they
could get together once they were back stateside. In the meantime he said:
"I would really like to 69 with you. Are you clean enough down there?"


Jeff said: "Yes, I am clean enough for that." The two men rearranged
themselves on the mattress into the classic 69 position. They both imbibed
each others cocks. Neither was yet erect, so they both had the glorious
sensation of their partner erecting in their mouths and throats. They took
their time. Previously, they were moved by mutual lust. This time, they
made love to each other. Both tongues caressed the others cock and lavishly
kissed the other's center of sexual stimulation. As though on cue, they
both began bobbing their heads at the exact same moment. Both Cocks were
now "Stiff as Boards." Again, as though on cue, they both began twisting
their heads around the cock in their mouths. Both knew that most sexual
nerves were in the cockhead. Although they concentrated on the cockhead,
they honored porn films by bobbing their heads in imitation of fucking a
vagina! Although usually the second time, or in this case the third time,
usually takes longer; their concern for each other was such, that they
quickly ejaculated. Each man swallowed the love offering, but kept a small
amount in their mouths. Tom quickly reversed position, and their mouths
came together, and they shared the love offering with each other. Each man
appreciated the sharing. They both relished the gift and swallowed. They
pulled back and looked at each other. Jeff said, romantically: "We seem to
be very compatible! I could very easily get used to this, and you."


At that point, Tom started laughing!.


"Why are you laughing?" asked Jeff.


Tom said: "I am laughing, because I was going to say that we are very
compatible, and that I could very easily get used to this, and you!" They
both started laughing, then Tom embraced Jeff, and squeezed him. Jeff
reciprocated. They lay there, glorying in the other's presence. After a few
minutes, Tom asked: "Where do you live, stateside?"


Jeff replied: "I live in Rochester, New York"


Tom said "That means you will be flying into New York City, and then
changing flights for a local airline. I am going to open a photo studio in
the city and live in New York City. Would it be possible for me to pick you
up at the Airport, and you spend a few days with me before you go on to
Rochester?"


Jeff was flattered. He asked: "Let me get this straight. You are asking me
to spend a few days with you?"


"Yes," Tom answered. "I like you very much. We are sexually compatible, and
the sex between us has been very god. I want to spend more time with you,
in a less stressful atmosphere!"


Jeff laid there quietly. Then he said: "Tom. When we first kissed, I felt a
spark. A spark I had never felt before, with anyone. I would like to
explore that spark with you, under no pressure. I would like very much to
spend some time with you in New York City, and see what comes of it."


"Then that settles that. I have two more months to go over here, and then I
will be out of the army and get an apartment in the city. You have 4 more
months over here, then you are home. I will send you my New York address
. As soon as you have details of your return, send me a letter with your
return information. Tom leaned forward, and gently kissed Jeff. The two men
made love with their mouths. Eventually, they both fell asleep, wrapped in
each other's arms.


The next morning, the sun came streaming through the front windows, and
into the back room. Jeff woke up, and looked at his watch, the only thing
that he had on. There was plenty of time before they had to get ready to
face the day. Jeff reached to Tom, and brought his mouth to the still
sleeping Tom. He stopped , and a smile spread across his face. He slowly
untangled himself from Tom's arms, and moved between Tom's legs. Tom was
deep asleep. Jeff got on his knees between Toms legs. He leaned forward and
imbibed the sleeping beauty's flaccid cock into his mouth, and began a
gentle sucking. The ministrations of his mouth produced a reaction in the
sleeping beauty's cock, and it erected. Tom moaned in his sleep. As soon as
Tom's cock was stiff enough, Jeff began to bob his head, suck, and twist
his mouth on the engorged Cock. Tom's body reacted, and he woke up to the
wonderful sensations on his cock. After a full night's sleep, he was fully
restored, and very potent. His cock stiffened even more, and he quickly
ejaculated, filling Jeff's throat with 8 ropes of cum. Jeff swallowed every
drop. He came off the cock and smiled at Tom, "Good morning, sleepy head"
said Jeff.


Tom looked at the smiling Jeff, and answered: "That is the way I would like
to wake up every morning." Jeff leaned forward and kissed the cooperating
Tom. He lay on Tom's naked body. He began a circular motion with his
hips. Tom squeezed Jeff's torso, and also began hip movements. Both men
quickly erected, as their cocks were rubbing together. Their movements
speeded up.

The frotting of naked body to naked body, had the desired effect, and both
men quickly cummed. A full 6 ropes of cum produced by Jeff, but only 3
ropes by Tom, who had come only a few moments before.


They lay there together, regaining their breaths, and luxuriating in a
sexual after glow. Jeff looked at his watch again, and said: "We better get
moving." The two men got up and retrieved their clothing. Jeff got another
towel, and dried himself off. He handed the towel to Tom, who turned over
the towel, and used the clean side to dry himself. He threw the towel to
the corner of the room, to join the dirty towel from the previous
night. They dressed. While Tom put on his socks and boots, Jeff refolded
the blankets and returned them to the shelves. He smelt the mattress, and
when he detected no oder, he returned that to the special shelf. He then
quickly dressed, putting his socks and boots on last. He went up and
rejoined Tom.


Tom handed Jeff the keys to the Supply Shack, which he had found in his
pant's pocket. Jeff put the key in his pocket, then, the two men embraced
and kissed. They broke apart, and left the building. Tom went to the hutch
where John was sleeping, while Jeff went to the Laundry Shack.


Tom entered the hutch, and approached the bed where John was
sleeping. Sometime during the night, the drunken boy/man had covered
himself with the blanket. Vietnamese days were hot, but the nights could be
comparatively cold, especially in the mountains. As the men did not share
body heat with each other, except for some lucky few, blankets were
necessary for those who slept alone. Tom shook John by the shoulder. John
slowly came awake. He looked up at Tom, and chose that moment to realize
that he was undressed "Where are my clothes? " he asked Tom.


Tom attempted to reassure the young man: "Sargent Davis took them to be
washed. You were kind of out of it last night, and vomited on
yourself. Sargent Davis arranged to get your clothes washed." there was a
slight pause, and Tom asked: "Do you remember what happened yesterday?"


Tom set up in the bed, with the blanket pulled up around his shoulders,
despite the heat. He looked up at Tom and replied: " I think I almost got
killed, yesterday. Then I over indulged at the NCO club. Aside from that, I
don't remember the details of what happened."


At that moment, Sargent Davis came into the hutch. He gave the cleaned
fatigues to John. John got up and started dressing. He put on the fatigues,
observed by the two gay men, who appreciated the uninhibited display of
masculinity before them, doing ordinary things! John looked around for his
boots. Tom offered: "Your boots and socks are under the bed, along with
your camera and ditty bag". John looked under the bed, and pulled out his
boots with his socks inside. He sat on the bed, and put them on. He then
stood up and reached under the bed. He hung the camera around his neck,
thankful for the lanyard he had not used the previous day; and buckled the
"Ditty bag", full of exposed film, around his waist. The three men then
walked out of the hutch, to the Mess Hall, for breakfast.


After they ate, they returned to the hutch, and stripped the bedding, and
folded up the mattress. They walked out of the hutch carrying the used
bedding. Sargent Davis led them to the Laundry Shack where they turned in
the bedding to a young PFC (Private First Class) who had arrived at hill
501 the previous week. None of the three noticed the speculative gleam in
the PFC's eyes as he examined the three in front of him. They then walked
to the helipad to await the arrival of the Chinook Helicopter.


As they waited, John pulled Sargent Davis aside and said to him: "I think I
owe you my life!"


Sargent Davis looked at the gratitude in John's eyes and answered: "I think
you are probably right." John embraced Sargent Davis. Jeff Davis was
overwhelmed by this show of gratitude. As a gay man, he appreciated the
feelings of the young potent male body holding him tightly. He also
realized that John's motivations were not sexual. John said: "If I can ever
do anything for you, let me know". Sargent Davis was wise enough to know
that this also was not a sexual invitation. He was flabbergasted by the
sincerity of the comment.


At first, he didn't know what to say. A plethora of vaguely sexual
come-backs ran through his mind. He realized that none were
appropriate. Finally, he pulled away from the young man, and said: "There
is a strong possibility that we will see each other in Bangcock. If that
comes to pass, you can buy me a beer." Jeff realized that his statement was
not adequate and added: "John, words are inadequate. I am proud of the fact
that I had something to do with your continued existence. In the the last
few hours, I have come to appreciate you as a person, and I am proud to
have known you!"


The scene was prevented from getting maudlin by the timely arrival of the
Chinook Helicopter. The three men watched the double bladed Helicopter land
and the door opened. The three men crouched down, and ran to the copter,
whose rotor blades did not stop turning. John jumped through the door. Tom
looked around and determined that they were not being observed. He leaned
over and gave Sargent Davis a quick kiss. Sargent Davis then kissed him
back. Sargent Davis disengaged and said: "Thank you."


Tom said: "I hope to see you in Bangcock." Sargent Davis helped Spec.5
Rydel into the helicopter. The door closed, and he ran back to the side of
the helipad. He stood there, and watched the helicopter lift off the
ground, and fly away. As he watched the copter disappear in the distance,
he was approached by the new PFC who worked in the laundry.


The PFC said to Sargent Davis: "I saw what you did!"


Sargent Davis turned to face the PFC and said: "What?"


The young PFC said: "I saw that Photographer kiss you, and you kissed him
back."


Sargent Davis stood there in shock. He had been caught! All of his actions
to appear straight, were now for naught; He had been exposed! He thought of
the many scenarios that could result and finally said: "So what are you
going to do about it?"


The young PFC looked at the Sargent and blushingly said: "I was hoping that
you might consider kissing me like that!"


Jeff's relief was palpable. He looked the Young PFC from top to bottom, and
he liked what he saw. His Gaydar started ringing bells in his head. He
smiled at the young man and said: "This might be the start of a beautiful
friendship!"