Date: Sun, 25 Aug 2019 07:43:39 +0000 (UTC) From: David Auslander Subject: Vietnam - 1967-Part 6 VIETNAM - 1967 - PART 6 Remember - This story takes place in 1967, when there was no AIDS or HIV; thus unprotected sex was OK. This story contains concentual sex between Male Adults. If you are not 18 - DO NOT READ THIS STORY. If this type of story is not acceptable where you live, DO NOT READ THIS STORY. Please send a contribution to NIFTY to keep this site up and free. Eventually John came out of the shower dressed in his green (Army Issue) under shorts (boxers). Tom looked at him through slits in his eyelids. As he had noticed before, John was a beautiful example of male flesh. The vision before him only reinforced his determination to seduce the boy with no sex drive, and that seduction would begin tonight. Tom stretched on the bed and feigned waking up. He made contact with John and said: "I"m going to take a quick shower and then try to get in touch with a friend stationed here in Thailand. Then we can go out and have a good meal." John said: "OK, I"m going to take a nap. By the time you get back, I will be ready for a good meal." Tom looked at John and asked: "Do you want some fun tonight, or do you want to sleep?" John stood there thinking, then answered: "I think I want to sleep tonight. Tomorrow will be the time for fun!" Tom went into the bathroom. He stripped down and stepped into the shower. He rinsed off quickly and turned off the water. He stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel off the rack. After "Drying Off," he redressed in his civilian clothes. Tom then went out of the bedroom, and saw John sleeping on his bed. Even in sleep, John was beautiful! Tom wanted to get in the bed, and make love to the young man; but the American sexless boy wasn't ready. Instead, Tom went into the hallway. He walked down the hall and stood in front of the elevator. He pushed the "call button" and stood there waiting. The elevator "came" and Tom went down to the Lobby. He stepped into the lobby and was immediately accosted by the Hotel Manager. The manager came up to Tom and said: "Mr. Rydel, thank you very much. If there is anything I can do for you while you are in Bangkok, please let me know." Tom stood there thinking, and finally said: "There is something you can do for me. I want to get in touch with a friend who is stationed here in Thailand. Corporal Dwayne Allison is assigned to the 409th Air Force Battalion, outside Bangkok. I don't know the way telephones work here. Can you see if you can get him on the phone?" The Manager brought out a small pad, and quickly wrote the name and unit on the pad, and said: "Sure thing. You go into bar, and I will get him on phone." The manager went to the registration desk, picked up the phone, and started chattering in Thai. Tom went into the bar and asked for a scotch and water. He paid for the drink, amazed at the price. He sat at the bar, sipping his drink. A few moments later, the phone on the bar rang. The bartender picked up the phone and chattered in Thai. He then scanned the bar, and focused on Tom. The bartender said (in perfect English): "Mr. Rydel, It is for you." Tom picked up the phone and said: "This is Tom Rydel." A voice came over the phone saying: "Heloo Tom-Tom!" Tom recognized the voice as belonging to his friend Dwayne. "Heloo Wayne-Dwayne" he said. "I am at the Hotel Liaison. It is good to hear you, and it will be good to see you!" There was a pause, and Tom asked, conspiratorially: "Do you have the stuff?" Dwayne answered: "Of course I have the "stuff," it is in my apartment. You got cash?" Tom answered: "Of course I've got money! Can you deliver to me at my hotel?" Dwayne answered: "I work till 4, and it takes me half an hour to get to my apartment. Give me 10 minutes to go into my house and get the goods, and then 45 minutes to get to you. That means that I will be at your hotel at about 5:30. How's that for service?" Tom answered: "That's great! Go into the bar and call me on the house phone, I am in room 1201. I'll come down and meet you in the Bar." "OK," said Dwayne. "See you then!" Tom put the phone down and finished his drink. He left the bar and went back to the elevator. He took it to the 12th floor. He went into his room to find John sleeping. He crossed to the far bed and stretched out, hoping to nap before Dwayne arrived. Tom started to get "Antsy" the closer it got to 5:30. He was so nervous, he decided to disregard his own instructions. He looked over and discovered that John was still sleeping. He left the room and went down to the bar. He ordered a Scotch and Water for himself, a coke for his friend, and took them to a table from which he could see the entrance. He sat down and sipped his drink, waiting for the arrival of Corporal Dwayne Allison. A few minutes later, Corporal Allison walked into the bar, carrying a small brown bag. Tom had met him at photo school prior to being drafted. They were both gay, but had never gotten together sexually; but they "clicked" mentally, and become friends. Dwayne had related his sexual experiences to Tom, and mentioned certain chemicals that he had access to. Dwayne was a walking Porky Pig, and was not physically attractive by American standards. Although he had a beautiful sharp mind, his physical appearance was not attractive in the American stereotypical gay image. He was a "fattie." At first he was sexually frustrated. Then he found about chemical helpers from one of his infrequent sexual encounters. He obtained some, and his sex life became more satisfactory. Dwayne longed for a real relationship, but it had not come to be. When he met Tom, he found someone "of like mind", even though they did not "click" sexually. It never entered Dwayne's mind to use the magic chemicals on Tom. His mind was stimulated by interchanges with his new found friend, and the chemical helpers ensured a satisfactory extracurricular sex life with others. Dwayne felt guilty about using them, and wished he did not have to, but as yet, he had not met anyone who saw past his physical appearance, besides Tom. When Tom saw Dwayne enter the bar, he stood up. The motion caught Dwayne's eye. He focused on Tom, changed direction, and walked over to Tom's table. He put the brown bag on the table, and embraced Tom. Although there was no sexual meaning to the embrace, the Thais in the room, uncomfortably looked at the floor, or looked in other directions. It dawned on Tom, that if they had been outside, they might have been arrested, but within the hotel, such behavior among Americans, was tolerated. It really didn't matter to Tom, who was glad to see his old friend. They sat down and brought each other up to date on their recent happenings in their lives. Dwayne had gotten one of those "your drafted" letters. In order to avoid being "cannon fodder" for Vietnam, he had enlisted in the Air Force as a photographer. He barely managed to get through basic training as he was not in the best of physical condition; but he did get through it! Then the Air Force, in its infinite wisdom, sent him to the Air Force PIO at an airfield outside Bangkok. Dwayne had thrived on the Thai attitude towards homosexuality. In the American Air Force he was another straight soldier; but he dove into a healthy gay life in Bangkok. Dwayne was more than entranced with Thai men. Thai men liked this American, and did not have American gay prejudgements about appearence. He did not realize it, but his presence in Thailand had influenced his own attitude towards sex an "love." Tom talked about his stay in the Army. He talked about Fort Monmouth and his experiences in Washington D.C. He included a description of his interactions with President Johnson and at the Pentagon, but he did not tell him about moving JFK's body. Tom mainly talked about the Chinese food in Washington. There were (then) 13 Chinese restaurants in Washington D.C.. 12 were open till midnight; 1 was open till 3 AM. The exodus at midnight was funny! The cooks from 12 restaurants left their enterprises and walked to the 13th restaurant to eat. This is the eatery that Tom went to. The first time he went there, he was the only caucasian there. The menu was in Chinese only - No English. Luckily he knew the waitress. One of the sergeants in his unit had married a Korean woman. As there was (then) a shortage of Orientals in Washington D.C., she got a job as a waitress in the 13th Chinese restaurant. She guided Tom through the menu, explaining what each dish was. She also edited his choices saying: "You wont like that!" Tom did not tell Dwayne about eating at The Watergate Inn. Tom then talked about his experiences in Vietnam. including the fact that he did go into the "Field" where his life was in danger. Dwayne said that he essentially sat behind a desk, occasionally taking photos of various warplanes and pilots. He was very far away from "Putting his life on the Line." The two men compared notes on the procedures of their different PIOs. Neither man commented or discussed the "morality" of the current military action. They wanted to do the part required of them as good citizens, and go home. Nor did they provide details of their sex lives in the Military. Finally, Dwayne asked: "Why do you need chemical helpers? You never needed them before!" Tom quietly admitted: "There is this young man that I am infatuated with. He is an adult who has absolutely no sex drive. He is not gay, he is not heterosexual, he is not sexual and he is beautiful! He is absolutely sexless and his sex drive is non-existant. He is a virgin. He is beautiful, well endowed and has become a challenge for me. I think I may have met my "Mr. Right," but it is not him. I concluded that this young man would be immune to regular methods of seduction, but I think chemical helpers will help. I do care for him, and I lust for him. I am hoping that what is in that brown bag will allow me to fulfil my fantasies of having good sex with him." "I can understand that," said Dwayne. "In the bag are five bottles, the caps are color coded. There is a card in the bag, listing the contents of each bottle, so you won't get them mixed up in case you forget what each one is for. These solutions you ingest, are safe for human use. The secret number is three. There is a medicine dropper in there, along with some other surprises. The yellow bottle is "Knock Out Drops." Three drops completely knocks out the ingester, and gives 8 hours of solid sleep. You can do anything to the body of someone who has ingested this solution and they won't be conscious of anything that happens, or remember what you do. I have to warn you about one thing. Normally, a male can erect in his sleep, and ejaculate; but not someone who ingests this fluid. "The bottle with the green cap is a sexual inhibitor. Three drops of this solution and the ingestor won't get hard for the next 8 hours. The bottle with the black cap is a stimulator! It contains ingredients that make you "hard as nails" for up to six hours, and a mild psycho-depressant. It fires up the body while, at the same time, relaxing the mind and opening it to suggestions. It also allows multiple orgasms and you can cum many times. As your friend is totally sexless, with no sex drive, you might want to start with 5 drops. You can use up to 8 drops maximum. "These three solutions are perfectly safe. They are odorless, colorless, and tasteless. There are no major after effects, maybe a slight headache. The solutions do their thing, then completely dissipate from the human body. "The bottle with the red cap is a lube with a mild anesthetic and muscle relaxant. You use it on the anal sphincter, and the first time getting fucked does not hurt. The last bottle has a blue cap. It is the lubricant for your cock; you don't want an anesthetic coming in contact with your erect cock, as it would be very deflating! The two lubricants have different bases, so they don't mix; they are like oil and water." Dwayne finished his explanations. Without looking in the bag, Tom asked: "How much do I owe you?" Dwayne answered: "I would like to just give them to you, but they did cost me money, so I ask only that you reimburse me for what I paid for them!" Tom asked: "How much is that?" Dwayne, apologetically said: "They aren't cheap. I paid $120.00 American!" Tom reached to his back pocket, and pulled out his wallet. He quickly counted out $120.00 in twenties.He returned his wallet to his rear pocket, and pushed the pile of money towards Dwayne. Dwayne picked up the pile of American bills and put them in his pocket without counting it. They continued to talk as they drank their drinks. Eventually they ran out of things to say. They stood up and hugged again. Dwayne left the bar, thanking the bar-tender in Thai, and explaining that this was the first meeting with his American friend in a long time. Tom, too, left the bar with the plain brown bag that Dwayne had brought. He went into the gift shop, and purchased a six-pack of American Coke, and ice; and returned to his room on the 12th floor. Tom unlocked the door to the room, and walked into the main room. John was stretch out on his bed, sound asleep. Tom could not help admiring the form in front of him. He quickly went into the bathroom, and hid Dwayne's bag under the tub, and put the ice in the sink. He returned to the main room, reached out and shook John's shoulder. "Hay, sleepy head" Tom called out. "It is time for a good dinner."John slowly woke up, and looked at Tom. Tom held up the cardboard six-pack of coke bottles. "Look what I got." Over the past few weeks, Tom had learned two things about John. Firstly that John prefered Sweet drinks, and that he could not "Hold his liquor." John liked Rum and Coke (mostly Coke,) over beer, even though Oriental Beers were quite good. "It is time for a good meal," said Tom, "let's go!" Please Note: The "chemical helpers" listed in this, and the following chapters, did not exist in 1967. They are a product of the author's imagination.