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Vietnam Blowjob
by Chips (chips278@yahoo.com)
***
Sometimes a guys gotta do what a guy's gotta do. What
does a horny GI do when there aren't any women around
to take care of his needs? (MM, 1st-gay-exper, mast,
oral, anal, military)
***
Sexually I was a slow starter. At school I was a bit
shy. I got a bit of an inferiority complex after seeing
the other young guys in the change rooms which was made
worse by their jokes about me being "Tiny Tim" and even
saying it in front of the girls during class.
When it came to dating I sort of stopped at heavy
petting because I was scared of being laughed at by the
girls and the thought that they'd joke among themselves
about my shortcomings made me avoid breaking my cherry.
My sex life revolved around making love to my hand,
sometimes a couple of times a day and the occasional
shooting my load into my jocks on some heavy dates.
This went on through school and my first few jobs. Then
something changed my life. I was called up for the
Vietnam War. In the army there's nowhere to hide. All
the showers are open and there's no privacy.
It was my first exposure to a lot of guys. Some were
really big, awe-inspiring. A lot were a good size, and
a few like me were more modest. Some were even smaller
than me. There were a few jokes but whether it was
because every one was well past school age or whether
it was because there were more important things in
their life, like being trained to be shot at, I don't
know, but the ribbing was more good humored and not a
put-down.
But there was another learning experience. From the
rough and tumble of guys living together and sharing
their lives with each other it seemed that I was the
only virgin, but I kept that strictly to myself. We
left for Vietnam as reinforcements for the guys being
sent back home either as wounded or worse. The plane
stopped over in Manila in the Philippines.
That night I saw things I never dreamed of, brothels,
cabarets where girls would do tricks with stuffing
different things up their vaginas, boys offering to do
"special things", oil "massages". I was still too
scared to "take the plunge" but this time it was
because we were warned about getting some disease.
In Vietnam there was no opportunity to get with any
girls. It seemed like cum would spill out of your ears
if you didn't jerk off whenever you were not out on
operations. Only problem was where to do it. In camp
four guys shared each tent so there wasn't much chance
of finding a quiet place to "relieve" yourself.
Now and then I'd wake in the night to hear someone
humping his pillow, which would make me hard as a rock
just listening. Then I'd quietly jerk off. There seemed
to be this code of silence. Everyone was doing it but
no one talked about it. It was like there was this
enormous amount of sexual energy going to waste.
My unsatisfied sex life continued this way for a few
months then we were on an operation that was to guard
teams of guys laying mines for about 20 kilometers to
the coast. It was to stop the movement of Vietcong
during the night. We'd been out for about 3 days and
things were very quiet. There'd been no contacts with
VC and the whole thing was laid back.
When we got to the coast our officer suggested we go
for a swim. Our platoon was 33 guys and 11 would swim
while the others stood guard. When it was our turn we
got our gear off and went skinny-dipping in the South
China Sea. A few minutes later I felt this incredible
pain on my dick. A marine stinger had wrapped itself
around Tiny Tim. Must've had laser guidance. Talk about
shrinkage!
I got out of the water pretty quickly in a lot of pain.
All the guys on the beach thought it was the funniest
thing they'd seen. The guys in the water had a
different opinion. Never have seen so many guys get out
of the water so fast. It was really painful and my
Lieutenant sent me off to the medic. I'd seen John the
medic around but hadn't taken much notice of him.
He was a few years older than me, probably about 23.
Now that I was close up I saw that he was about 6 feet
tall, with an athlete's build. Wide shoulders, slim
hips, very lean with deep brown eyes. The thought of
showing him my shrunken little fella just made it
smaller. I told him what had happened and instead of
laughing he seemed very concerned.
I dropped my gear and he took a close look. I imagined
he'd be well hung and I was in for some more
humiliation. Instead he said it was a pity that my
joystick was out of action. All this time I was feeling
something strange. Here was a guy who didn't say
anything about my size, and he looked like a movie
star.
He said the best thing to do was to apply some
anesthetic cream for a few days and would I like him to
rub it on. This was said exactly as if he'd be applying
it to my finger or toe or whatever, no hint of anything
else. But I felt a quickening of the pulse. I said, "No
thanks, I'll do it" so he gave me the tube. I gently
rubbed it on while he watched and my dick went numb. I
kept the tube and applied it every 3 hours or so. But
at night I couldn't help thinking about if I should
have said yes to him rubbing it on.
After a couple of days the pain had gone and we were
back at base. It was usually the case that everyone
would get a lot of beers into them after an operation
and this was no different. It was about 9pm. I'm not
sure how many drinks I'd had, but I had changed from
beers to Ron Rico Rum when John came over. He said he
needed to examine me to see everything was ok and then
he could close off the entry in his medical log.
I went with him and felt a stir inside thinking about
John checking me out. I tried to put the thought out of
my mind. The medics' quarters were one of the few
private places around. We got inside and John asked me
to strip off and get on the gurney. He had one of those
lamps with a flexible shaft and turned it onto my groin
area, which made it warm. He said he'd need to handle
me to make sure it was completely ok. My heart started
to beat a little quicker. Then John took hold of my
dick and started moving it this way and that.
By this stage I knew I'd lost control. My heart was
pounding and my dick started to arc up. I said, "OH
SHIT!" but John reassured me, "Don't worry, it's
normal, I'd be worried if it didn't come up, anyway
it'll help me see everything's okay."
All this time he hadn't let go, he kept gently moving
it to and fro. Now I was really starting to breathe
heavily. John looked directly into my eyes, still with
his hand on my dick and said, "It's fine, but it'd be a
pity to waste it, wouldn't it?"
My mind was in turmoil and our eyes were locked. I
couldn't speak. John took my silence to be agreement
and gently stroked my shaft up and down. I was starting
to lift my hips on the gurney and all the time he kept
his eyes locked on mine. It was if he could see right
inside me and that I couldn't have any secrets from
him.
He said, "You want this don't you?"
I gave in to it and quietly said, "Yes." I came about
30 seconds later, like a volcano erupting after all
those years of solo hand jobs. I pumped cum all over my
stomach for what seemed like minutes.
After I stopped John kept hold of my dick, not stoking,
just holding. As I started to ease down John said, "Now
it's my turn" While his eyes had been locked on mine I
hadn't noticed the bulge in his pants. It looked like
he was very well hung and by now he was standing by my
head. He undid the buttons and his cut dick was big. At
another time together I actually measured it at eight
inches. He turned me sideways and pulled my head to the
edge of the gurney then told me to open my mouth.
John held the back of my head and started fucking my
face. He kept thrusting in and out almost to the point
of me gagging and as his stoking became more urgent he
was grunting and pushing deeper. I could tell he was
getting close to coming and I just expected him to pull
out, but as he got closer his grip on my head became
harder and he stopped me pulling back.
He came in great spurts and so deep that I virtually
didn't taste it but it felt like hot toothpaste going
down my throat. When he stopped he held my head in
place until his dick went soft, probably a couple of
minutes. John was moaning, "Use your tongue Kenny, use
your tongue."
I was laying there with his soft dick in my mouth and I
started tonguing the underside, expecting it to slip
out but he kept holding my head and unbelievably I felt
it starting to swell up in my mouth, maybe only 3 or 4
minutes after he had cum. This really surprised me. I'd
never been able to get it up after a jerk off in less
than about 15 minutes.
John came again with what seemed like the same amount
of hot toothpaste down my throat. By this Tiny Tim was
up again, the quickest time ever. John bent over and
sort of swallowed me. It was the most fantastic
sensation I'd ever had. This sex was so much better
that laying in my bunk quietly jerking off. John said,
"You've never fucked anyone, have you?"
I couldn't keep up the pretence with John so I told him
I was a virgin.
Again, instead of humiliating me he just said, "I'll
show you how to fuck girls and guys little fella.
You'll catch up real fast."
This was the first time I'd had any sort of sex with
another person. Over the next 6 months I learnt that
John was some sort of sexual athlete. He couldn't get
enough and didn't care if it was a guy or a girl, and
he got inside my head and my body. And he did show me.
Getting privacy in Vietnam was almost impossible. I was
either on an operation in the jungle, or back at base
where we lived in a sort of fish bowl. I'd been
thinking about John almost non-stop since he gave me
the "examination" to make sure my "wedding tackle" was
working properly. I still couldn't get over that this
guy with the movie star looks even noticed I existed,
or that he didn't make jokes about my size, especially
with his equipment.
Our paths didn't cross for about 3 weeks and I was
horny as hell and jerking off at every opportunity. It
was monsoon season and for about 4 hours a day the pain
just pissed down. Guys would get their soap and just
stand in the rain instead of making their way to the
shower block. There could have been some good photos
but in those days the film was sent back home for
developing. They'd never pass inspection at Kodak
Express (or it's 1960's equivalent). Watching some of
those guys soaping up was a real turn on for me. I
could watch from my tent while pretending to read a
book, but trying to hide my raging hard-on was a
problem.
We'd just come back from a 3-day operation where
there'd been 2 contacts with VC. Everyone was very edgy
and the booze was flowing freely in the mess that
night. One of our squad, Jimbo, was a poor drinker. He
hadn't drunk at all before Vietnam but there was this
sort of bonding thing that if you were part of the team
you shared in everything, and that included drinking.
After about 3 beers Jim would be legless. We would take
turns to take Jim outside for a piss. Two of us would
pick him up and stumble outside with him. While one
held him from falling over, the other would undo his
flies and take his dick out so he could piss, then tuck
it away and take Jimbo back inside. I never minded when
it was my turn.
Jimbo was only about 5'6" and had no fat on him. He
also had a dick that was about 5" soft, about as big as
mine hard. While I was holding it out to piss I'd
wonder what it would look like standing up. Then I'd
give it a long shake, but I could have given Jimbo a
blowjob and he wouldn't have noticed in his state.
There was this Army saying "Big man, big dick, small
man, all dick" This certainly applied to Jimbo.
Just when I was feeling nearly as legless as Jimbo,
John came into the mess and came over and said to call
in to the medics' quarters on my way back. A little
later I made my way outside the mess and the rain was
so heavy it sounded like a steam train. I wasn't in the
best of condition to navigate. It was almost pitch
dark. The camp was in a rubber plantation and there was
a lot of mud from digging trenches etc. I fell over
maybe 4 times on my way to John and when I got there I
was like a drowned rat.
John said "Are you ready for your next lesson?" Even
though I was wasted I could feel a stirring in my
groin. John came closer and took hold of my crotch. He
just stood there looking straight in to my eyes and
felt my dick growing.
He smiled and let go and told me to take my wet clothes
off. Like a pet puppy dog I did as he said and was
standing buck-naked with my short fuse standing to
attention.
"Bend over the gurney" he said as he started putting on
some surgical gloves. "Your going to lose your cherry
tonight."
I knew what was coming and was a bit afraid but trusted
John knew what he was doing. I bent over and John said,
"This can be a little uncomfortable the first time but
I'm going to make it easy for you."
He rubbed some KY around my hole and I started to feel
it right down through my dick. "This is going to be
nice, you'll like it so much you'll cum" He said to
breath in and out slowly and as I was breathing out he
slid a finger in. It didn't hurt at all. Then he
started pushing up and massaging my prostate. He was
right, I was losing control and came about 30 seconds
later. While I was still breathing heavily after
cumming John eased his thumb in and started moving
around. I could feel this because he had a big thumb
and was working my hole.
I was still dripping the last of my cum when I felt his
dick trying to push into me. It was a lot bigger than
his thumb and I took a beep breath but John said
"Breathe in and out slowly" as I was breathing out he
pushed in harder and again told me to breath slowly.
By now it felt like he was about 2" inside me. It felt
like a pole but it wasn't hurting, them John pushed
again and now it felt like his head was in my throat.
He started thrusting in and out and he grabbed my soft
dick and started squeezing it and really grunting
loudly with each thrust. If the rain wasn't so loud I
think he would have been heard half a mile away.
The first time I'd been with John he was completely in
authority. Now he was lost in what he was doing. He
lent over and told me to say, "Fuck me John, fuck me
hard!" When I started saying it he seemed unable to
control himself. He was holding my shoulders and
ramming his mighty dick into me. He went what seemed a
long time like this and it was knocking the wind out of
me. When he finally came he let out a husky sort of
scream and pumped even quicker.
When he pulled out he said, "Sorry, but it's been a
long time since I fucked anyone, are you okay?"
I told John I was ok but felt like I'd been pounded by
a poleaxe. He said, "Turn around Kenny." Then he bent
down and put my soft dick in his mouth and started
sucking it. Despite everything, I shot may load and
John gave me a blowjob that I'll remember the rest of
my life.
After that John and I got together whenever we could.
And he did keep his promise about teaching me to fuck
girls on a wild R & R in Hong Kong six months later.
END
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