Vietnam

By David Auslander

Published on Sep 25, 2019

Gay

VIETNAM 1967

PART 8

Remember - This story takes place in 1967, when there was no AIDS or HIV; thus unprotected sex was OK. This story contains consentual 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.

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.

Tom and John rode in the taxi back to the hotel. By now it was dark, and Bangkok sparkled! There were electric lights everywhere, and the light was picked up and reflected by the real gold of the temple spires. They both avidly looked out the windows of the taxi, and observed the city blinking like a thousand stars scattered on the earth. The taxi pulled in front of their Hotel, and they got out. This time John paid the taxi driver, and gave him an inordinately large tip. Tom said nothing, although his insides were cringing at the transaction. He was very much aware of how much money they had to spend, and how many days it had to last.

They walked into the hotel, crossed the lobby, and got into the elevator. They went up to the 12th floor, and into their room. John turned on the overhead light as they came in. He removed his shoes and socks, which he placed under the bed. Then he removed his civilian clothes and threw them in the corner of the room. He stretched out on the bed in his green Army issue boxers!

Tom crossed to the closet and removed the bottle of Scotch and the bottle of Rum that had been purchased at the Vietnam PX. He went into the bathroom, watched by the interested John. In the bathroom, Tom crossed to the small table and took two glasses with the plastic tapes on them. He removed the sanitary wrappers. He filled both glasses with the ice he had put in the sink earlier. In the one glass, he poured in his Scotch, ¾ full. In the other, he poured a small amount of Rum. He reached below the table and brought up a bottle of Americam Coke. He opened the bottle, poured the Coke into the glass with Rum in it, making it mostly Coke and very sweet, the way John liked it. Tom added water from the sink to his Scotch.

He then went to the tub and removed the bag supplied by Dwayne. He reached into the bag and removed the medicine dropper. He then rooted around in the bag looking for the yellow capped bottle. He finally found it! He took the bottle, and walked to the table. He unscrewed the yellow cap, and submerged the medicine dropper into the liquid, filling it. He very carefully measured three drops into the Rum and Coke. He squeezed the dropper, and the excess fluid returned to the bottle. He went over to the sink, turned on the water, and rinsed the medicine dropper. He returned to the small table, re-sealed the yellow capped bottle and returned it, and the dropper, into the bag. He then hid the bag under the tub.

Tom started to return to the bedroom area, and he stopped. He took a deep breath, and walked into the bedroom saying: "Look what I've got!" He held up the two glasses. John sat up on his bed, and reached for the glass of Rum and Coke.

He took the glass and took a good gulp!

Tom sipped his Scotch and Water as he walked to the middle aisle between the two beds. He placed his drink on the table between the beds, and turned on the lamp on the table. He sat on the side of the bed. He removed his shoes and socks and put them under the bed. He then removed his civilian clothes and threw them in the corner with John'd clothing. He then stretched out on the bed, in his boxer shorts. He reached over to the table and retrieved the book he had been reading on the plane. He pretended to read the book; but he kept watching John over the top of the book. He reached over to the table and picked up his drink. He sipped the Scotch and Water, and glanced at John.

John lay back on the bed, holding his half empty drink.

Tom got up and went back to the entranceway to the room, and palmed off the overhead light. He returned to his bed. Taking another sip of Scotch, he looked to the next bed. The young man was sound asleep, holding his almost empty glass, snoring lightly. The drug in his drink had acted quickly. Tom stood up and reached over to John. He took the drink out of John's hand, and placed it on the table. He shook John's shoulder. There was no reaction from the comatose young man.

Tom put his drink on the table. He got back in the bed. He waited a few more minutes for the drug to fully take hold of John, and worked through what he was going to actually do. Tom waited a few more minutes then got up and crossed the space between the two beds, and sat on the side of John's bed. He looked at the beautiful young man sleeping peaceably on top of the bedspread. Tom finally had John where he wanted him. He looked like a "Tom of Finland" illustration come to life. Now, what was Tom to do?

Tom reached out and placed his hand on John's pectoral. There was no reaction from the sleeping young man. Tom spread his fingers, glorying in the touch of the dreamed of skin. He moved his left hand to the other pectoral, and brought his right hand to the other pec. He rubbed the two pectorals, then moved onto the nipples of both tits. Using both hands, he rubbed both of John's nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. Tom erected at this feeling, although John did not. He slowly slipped his hands "south" on John's body, outlining the rise from John's stomach to his pectorals.

Tom continued moving his hands further "south" and ran his fingers over John's six-pack. Using both hands, Tom's hands lovingly caressed the individual muscles of the natural six-pack. Even with John being unconscious, his skin was electric to Tom. He continued moving his hands "south" and came to John's flat stomach and "innie" belly button! Tom ran his hands back and forth. He continued further "south" and came to John's boxer shorts.

Tom started to remove the boxer shorts, then stopped. Instead, as gently as possible, he turned John over. He reached his hands out, and felt the muscles on John's back. He started at John's neck, and slowly ran his fingers back and forth across the back, working down to the boxer shorts. He sat back and stared at John's cloth covered buttocks. The glorious melons were hidden by the offending cloth. Tom made up his mind, and gently worked the shorts down and off. It was quite a chore as he got no cooperation from the unconscious young man.

He was totally focused on removing the shorts that the young man was laying on. He worked hard, and succeeded in working the shorts down the legs, and off revealing the luscious melons.

At first Tom just looked. The ass cheeks were beautiful! They were soft, rounded and white. Tom did not think they had ever seen the sun. He reached out his hands and gently touched them. They were soft outside with hard muscles underneath. Tom leaned forward and mouthed one cheek. He ran his mouth all over the half of the perfect bubble. He transferred to the other cheek, and exercised his mouth on that sensuous globe. He put his hands on the cheeks and slowly spread them sideways, revealing John's anal entrance. He now understood the origin of the term: "Rosebud." He looked at the exposed sphincter. He saw the "lines" going from the center to the outer edge. He leaned forward and ran his tongue over the outside. Tom did not put his tongue inside the sphincter, because he did not know how clean John was, back there. He wanted to thrust his tongue in, but he had found out, a long time ago, that shit didn't taste very good. He was not one of those weirdos who relished that taste.

Tom pulled back and looked at the beautiful male body in front of him. He leaned forward and kissed the back of John's neck. He stuck out his tongue and lathed the sleeping boy's shoulders. He moved back and forth, lathing first the shoulders, then every muscle in his back! Tom worked his way "south" and licked the waist, then returned to orally feasting on the glorious cheeks. He made sure to lick the crease where the buttock joined the leg. He used his tongue to lick the back of John's thighs, first the one, then the other. He leaned down, and mouthed the bulging calves.

Tom very gently turned John onto his back. His glorious cock came into view. Tom stared at the magnificent male appendage before him. Tom stood in the aisle between the beds. He whipped off his shorts and grabbed his cock. As he stared at the naked John, he masturbated! The view of the naked John was a turn on. He had wisps of hair around his nipples and a treasure trail from his belly button to his naturally neat pubic bush.

He leaned over and took the cock into his mouth. John was a shower, not a grower. His cock hung a good 7 inches below the juncture with his stomach cavity. He was circumcised, and the head of his cock, in all of its exposed glory, was slightly wider than his penile shaft. The shaft had many veins and arteries which formed bumps in the penile shaft. Below, he had "Low Hangers" in a loose sack. When his legs were spread, John's balls rested on the bed.

The package was awesome, and Tom began to salivate. He laid down and sucked the cock into his mouth. It was indeed a mouthful! Tom's lips embraced the flaccid cock, feeling every "bump" with his tongue. But the drug in his system prevented the sleeping John from erecting. Tom had dreamed of the moment when he would have John's cock in his mouth; but the fact that the cock wouldn't erect, was a disappointment.

Tom sucked on the unresponsive love pole. He enjoyed the feelings in his mouth, but something was missing. He came off the cock, and moved up to the slight protuberance of John's "Adam's Apple." He sucked on the protuberance, then slowly worked down John's neck. Tom raised John's arms above his head, exposing the armpits. Tom extended his tongue and lathed first one pit, then the other. The pits were not funky, and Tom tasted "Essence of John."

From the armpits, Tom moved to John's tit. He engulfed the tit with his mouth. He sucked on the tit. He was disappointed when the tit did not erect. He came off the tit, and his tongue mirrored what his fingers had done previously. He lay on top of John's body, and began a movement of his hips. H reached down and moved the flaccid cock upright, so his own erect cock was in contact with the flaccid one. He "Frotted" the body of the young male. Even though the male beneath him was unresponsive, the skin to skin contact was warm and electric! Tom increased his pace, and soon ejaculated on the stomach of the unresponsive young man. Even though there had been no response to his actions, Tom had dreamed of this moment for so long, that it was still almost satisfactory.

Tom got up. He stood in the aisle between the beds, and just looked at the sleeping naked man before him. He reached to the floor and retrieved his shorts. Standing there, he danced around, putting the shorts back on. He walked around John's bed and went to the bathroom to clean up. He took a washcloth and wetted it with warm water. He went back into the main bedroom, and carefully cleaned John's stomach. He went back into the bathroom and turned on the water in the sink. He rinsed off the washcloth, and all the seaman went down the drain. Tom twisted the washcloth as dry as possible, then hung it on the towel bar to dry. He took a towel back into the main bedroom area, and dried off John's stomach. He took the towel back into the bathroom and hung the towel on the towel bar to dry.

He returned to the bedroom and looked at the young man on the bed. The sight was breathtaking, but was wrong! Tom stood there trying to determine what was wrong. Then it hit him! He quickly stepped into the aisle and retrieved John's undershorts. He carefully worked the shorts up John's legs. He pulled the shorts up, over the butt, and made sure they were in the right position. He rolled the young man over, and pulled the bedspread out from under the sleeping boy. Tom lifted the bedspread and rolled the boy onto the sheet. He pulled the rest of the bedspread and draped it over the sleeping young man.

Tom walked back to his own bed, and pulled his bedspread back, and got into bed, pulling the spread over himself. He reached over to his drink sitting on the table, and downed the last of his Scotch and Water. He put the empty glass on the table and turned off the lamp. He started to go to sleep when he was disturbed by something strange in his bed. He looked around and found the offending stranger in his bed. It was his book! Tom grabbed the book and put it on the table. He turned over and pulled the spread over his shoulder. He needed the covering as he was not used to the coolness. He went over, in his mind, what had just happened.

Although he had touched the body he had long dreamed of, the night's activities were not satisfactory. Having sex with a comatose, unresponsive partner was unsatisfactory to someone who believed that sex was a coming together for mutual pleasure. He hoped for a better happening in the next few nights. He fell asleep!

Next: Chapter 10


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