War is ugly. Death, suffering, and destruction can be seen everywhere.
However. Sex, deviance, lust, submission, and sexual gratification can be found hidden behind the ugliness of it all.
This is a story about a soldier named James, my husband, who fought in Vietnam. After his third tour, his later retirement, and several counseling sessions, he asked if I’d share his story.
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The story began in 1969 when James enlisted in the United States Army. He made it through Boot Camp at Ft. Hood, Texas.
Two weeks after basics, he was sent to Ft. Bragg, North Carolina, for Special Jungle Warfare Training. Fighting, firearms knowledge and concealment came naturally to James. That’s why he was selected for Special Forces training.
For the next 12 weeks, I received letters that seemed like they were written in code. His words were direct, calculated and intense. They reminded me of how he fucked. At the end of those 12 weeks, James came home. He wore a beret, had Sergeant stripes on his arms, and orders in his hands to report back to Ft. Bragg in four weeks.
During those four weeks, we spent every moment clinging to each other like Siamese twins. We made love, we fucked, we enjoyed each other’s bodies like it would be the last time we would ever see each other, and yet we shared a tenderness that reminded me of our first meeting. My pussy was so sore from the intense, continuous sex that I walked bow-legged for a few days.
When our time was up, I drove James to the airport, walked him to the gate, and kissed him goodbye. His hands roamed over my body, caressing me, like we were all alone. I could feel people staring at us, but I encouraged James to feel me up, regardless of who saw. It was hard letting him go, but I knew he had to leave and serve his country.
Once in North Carolina, James called, told me he loved me, and said he would be back as soon as Uncle Sam was through with him, or when his commanding officers determined he earned a leave. I assured him that I would be there, each and every time, to greet him and please him. I let him know I loved him and was already looking forward to our next meeting.
Before hanging up, James told me to do what I needed to keep my body relieved.
I knew he meant I could play around with other men, but I didn’t want to get started in something that may cause us problems later on. I told him I would think about his suggestions, but knew right now I was satisfied.
A week later, James called again, letting me know he had orders and was being deployed somewhere overseas. He couldn’t tell me where, but he would write as soon as he reached his new base. Little did either of us know that he was being sent to South Vietnam.
Weeks passed before I received any correspondence. By the time I received a letter, my mind raced, my heart hurt and I prayed he was safe. I called his brothers and mom to see if he’d contacted them, hoping to hear something. But, they hadn’t heard anything from him either.
Then, two days later, a letter arrived, letting me know he arrived safely at his deployment station and would write again as soon as possible. He didn’t have to tell me where he was. I knew from the lack of information in the letter that he was in Vietnam, a country in Southeast Asia.
For the next several nights, I cried, knowing I might not ever see him again.
Before he left, we had heard that tensions were escalating into a full-blown war. The local television showed nightly updates, the pictures gruesome. Death was everywhere.
Almost two weeks to the day, I received three letters from James. The oldest envelope looked pristine. It was obviously mailed from base, however the other two were dirty, crumpled, and smudged.
My worst fears were coming to light. My husband was deployed to a MIC base, somewhere in the Vietnam jungle, in grave danger.
I knew he was there because of his Special Forces training. I felt proud that he was my husband but I was jealous of the United States Armed Forces. I knew I couldn’t fight his, or my Mistress.
He’d signed up for the long haul, and until she was done with him the army and I would be at war.
This is where James’ story starts.
Upon landing at the MIC Base, James was assigned to a two man bunker with another Sgt from Kentucky. The Sgt’s name was Mark. James said Mark was built like a brick wall. Muscles on muscles, solid black, but very friendly. This was Mark’s second tour, and he welcomed James to his new living quarters.
They got along well, and after about three months, they were rotated out and transported back to Chu Lia base. They were allowed to visit the small village by the base and spend some time with the locals, enjoying some downtime.
While in the village, they enjoyed some beverages, local cuisine, and met a beautiful young Vietnamese woman.
We wives had heard of the prostitutes who lurked in the towns close to bases, so his admission didn’t surprise me. Obviously, this woman wanted some G.I. company for the night.
James and Mark engaged in sex with that woman and two others who were in her hut. James said that the women were insatiable and tag-teamed him and Mark throughout the night. When James told me about this, I didn’t like it, but I understood what was going on. Knowing my husband, I knew he couldn’t be celibate until he came back home to me. He loved sex as much as he loved a good steak. However, what James said next shocked and intrigued me. He said what stood out most to him was the size of his friend Mark’s black cock.
James said Mark’s cock was as thick as a Coca-Cola bottle. It had to be over 10 inches long. Even after they left the women, sweaty, panting, and satisfied, he couldn’t get the vision of Mark’s cock out of his mind.
He said it was like it had been branded inside his skull. From that moment on, when they were on base in the shower, after working out, attending training, or just because of the heat, he would steal glances at that impressive cock, that black cock.
James said they enjoyed the rest of their leave on base, then a Huey took them and four other soldiers back to the MIC base. The flight back was uneventful, but James said he couldn’t help but notice that three of the other soldiers were black, and they looked at him like they knew he wanted to see their black cocks too. He looked at Mark, and his friend just smiled at him and winked.
About two weeks after returning to the MIC base, Mark announced he was horny, indicating he needed to get off. That wasn’t unusual in itself, because everyone got off while in the jungle bases around the country. It was unusual because he verbalized it instead of just going to one of the latrines.
James said he chuckled and told Mark to go ahead and jack off, which surprised Mark. James thought he had embarrassed Mark, but what happened next wasn’t what he expected.
When James looked over at his friend, Mark asked him if he was serious. James said when he told Mark it was fine, he’d already seen his beautiful cock in action with Mama San during their last leave, Mark smiled at him.
Thinking he might help his friend in need, James pulled a picture of me out of his pocket, then added, “Here, look at my wife while you jack off, my friend. She would enjoy your beautiful black cock as much as Mama San did in the Ville.”
Then he shared a fantasy he had never shared with anyone but me, saying, “I’ve always had a fantasy of watching her with a well-endowed black man.”
James told me about the picture; he smiled, pulled an old, tattered photo of me in a very sheer, full-length, lounging cover, which showed my full-figured body.
I understood why James chose that picture to show Mark. It was like one of those men found sexy in magazines like Playboy, Hustler and Penthouse.
I hadn’t realized he had taken that particular picture, but after seeing it I knew he was always thinking about me while overseas. This made me smile and understand more about my love.
According to James, Mark looked at my picture, smiled, and asked James if he was sure he wanted him to imagine fucking me, and James told him yes.
At the moment, James hadn’t realized that Mark picked up on the word “Beautiful” when he referred to Mark’s cock, but he would soon find out he did.
Mark’s mind started to go into overdrive while he looked at my picture. His black fingers rubbing the photo like they were rubbing my white skin. James said a huge smile crossed Mark’s lips as he looked James in the eyes.
Mark pulled his fatigues and boxers off, lay down on his cot, and held the picture close to his eyes.
According to James, Mark grabbed his cock, and in the shadows of the bunker, James said he could barely see what Mark was doing. Mark’s cock was so black, and in the shadows of their hut, the only part of Mark that could be clearly made out was his pearly white teeth and the whites of his eyes.
Mark saw James straining to watch him jacking off, so he momentarily stopped, lit a candle, and asked him if that was better.
James said he could only nod, watching Mark’s hand wrap around his cock and slowly stroke it up and down. The longer he stroked his cock, the longer and thicker it got. James said he also felt his own cock stir in his fatigues while he watched Mark.
Mark noticed that James was openly staring, trying to see more of his cock. He slowed his strokes down, asking him if he wanted a closer look.
James said he couldn’t move or answer Mark. His sexual curiosity was at war with everything he had been taught about sex. All he could do was stare at that beautiful cock.
Mark turned his torso, giving James an unobstructed view of his long thickness, again asking if he wanted a closer look.
Mark then added, “Here, hold the picture of your wife right above my cock, so I can look at her, think about what I would do to her married white pussy and what you would be doing to help your wife. Just so you know, if I do fuck her, I will own her. She will beg me to fuck her several times a day. She will beg my black friends and me to use her live you, and I did those whores in the village. If I do this, I will also own you. You’d better be sure this is what you want, as I visualize fucking your wife. Because once I meet her, she will willingly submit to me.”
James moved a little closer to Mark when Mark held the picture out. He held the picture as Mark requested, right above the huge mushroom-shaped crown. He watched his friend stroke his cock, now lusting and fantasizing about his wife.
James subconsciously licked his lips. Staring at Mark’s cock was intriguing, wrong, captivating, wrong, stimulating, and so wrong. The deviant carnal thoughts racing through his mind were making him dizzy, but he couldn’t pull his eyes off that beautiful cock Mark was blessed with.
Again, Mark picked up on James reaction to his cock, beckoned him closer, hoping that other things would happen before he coaxed his cum out of his balls.
James slowly, but tentatively, moved closer. Close enough for Mark to be able to reach out and touch his leg. Mark’s touch momentarily jolted James back to what was happening, and he blushed. He felt the heat of his desires burning deep within his being, but he couldn’t drop the picture and leave. He knew he’d come too far.
James felt Mark’s hand on his thigh, looked down at his friend, and heard him softly say, “Kneel down, get a good look at my cock. You can touch it if you want. I won’t object.”
James said he froze, not knowing what to do until he felt a gentle tug on his fatigue pants, and slowly knelt beside Mark’s cot, knowing that everything that was wrong was going to be okay.
The closer he got to that beautiful cock, the more he felt himself being pulled towards it. It was like gravity pulling him into the dark hole of gay sex, interracial gay sex.
Mark saw the look on James’ face. He knew there was an intense battle raging in his friend’s brain, so he didn’t push. He showed patience, allowing James to process what was happening. He gave James enough time to digest the situation and change his mind before going further, but when James didn’t move, he knew he had him. He knew what James wanted.
Mark placed his hand on James’s shoulder, softly saying, “Touch it, James. Help me out. Please stroke my cock and help me cum while I’m thinking about fucking your wife, stretching her pussy, and filling her with my black seed. Think about how your wife is going to look riding my black cock as I stretch her out. Think about her becoming a black cock slut and begging black men to fuck her while we are over here together. Imagine her sending you pictures of her lovers cocks and telling you how good they make her feel while you’re gone. Then think about her love and desire for you to come home and watch her being used again and again by any black man that wants her. She loves you, James, and will do all these things just to prove her love for you.”
Mesmerized, James reached out, wrapped his fingers around the thick black fuck stick, holding it firmly. He felt the intense heat, the throbbing of Mark’s pulse coursing through that beautiful black cock, and he thought about me, being used like Mark described.
Slowly, James’ sexual desires took over, and his hand started to slide up and down the length, bringing a moan of pleasure from his friend. A pearly clear stream of pre-cum started to ooze out of the piss slit, dripping onto James’ hand, providing a natural lubricant. The more he stroked it, the longer, thicker, and wetter it got.
James heard Mark softly say, “Kiss it. I know you want to. I can see it in your eyes. Kiss my cock, James. Taste my pre-cum. Let your wife see you kissing my cock. Let her see how much you want to watch me fuck her. Kiss the cock you want to watch destroy your wife’s white pussy. Think about me stretching it, flooding it, and sharing it with other black brothers who Cuckold white husbands like you. Kiss my cock and let me take you on a new journey, James. I know you want this as much as I do. I guarantee you will enjoy everything from today forward. Your wife wants you to do this as much as you want her to fuck black men. Kiss my cock and start the journey of making both your fantasies come true.”
Without thinking, James lowered his lips to the huge mushroom-shaped tip of that black, circumcised monster and lovingly kissed it. He pulled his wife’s picture against the other side of Mark’s cock, fantasizing that they were orally loving that black fuck stick together.
Then his tongue slipped out of his lips and probed at Mark’s piss slit, tasting Mark’s creamy pre-cum, which drew another moan from deep inside Mark’s belly. His tongue probed at the slit, trying to go further into that magnificent cock, while Mark moaned with pleasure.
James, not understanding why, opened his mouth, sucked in the head of Mark’s cock, feeling the intense sexual heat throbbing inside his oral cavity. He had read about men who enjoyed sucking other men’s cock, and he wondered if he was going to be one of those men. He knew he would know the answer to that before the day was over.
James felt Mark gently caress his head and hiss, “That’s it, James. Yes, suck my cock. Imagine how impressed your wife is going to be when she sees you sucking my cock, getting it ready to fuck her. Imagine hearing her tell you how proud of you she is for taking care of me, for her. You know she’s going to understand that you are bringing me home with you to please her, and she’s going to be thankful that you took good care of me and my needs while we are here. Now, suck my cock.”
Mark, never having his cock sucked by another man, came quicker than normal, holding James’ mouth on his cock, keeping him from pulling back. He wanted James to swallow every previous drop of his thick cum. He wanted James to taste his cum, savor it, and enjoy it. Otherwise, he may not want to do this again.
Mark’s cock throbbed, lurched, recoiled, and shot two weeks of cum into James’ mouth. Mark hoped that after this morning, James would be willing to suck his cock anytime he wanted him to, and hopefully, when James’ desire overtook him, and he begged to suck cock.
James instinctively swallowed as much of Mark’s cum as he could, then licked up every drop from his kinky pubic hair. James even sucked Mark’s heavy ball sack into his mouth, surprising Mark with this aggressive move without being told to.
When James had cleaned the thick, creamy seed off of Mark, he knelt beside the cot, lowered his head, wondering what had just happened. He was embarrassed but couldn’t get up and run away.
It was obvious to Mark that James was at war with himself, wondering about his manhood, and what others would think about him if they found out about this sexual act. After several minutes, James looked up at Mark and tried to speak, but no words came to mind. He didn’t want Mark to think badly about him, but he couldn’t find the words to apologize for what he had just done.
Mark lay there, looking at James in a different light. He realized that James not only wanted to watch his wife be used by black men, but he would also be a willing participant. He knew he needed to redirect James’ thoughts and get him back into a sexual fog so he wouldn’t get up and run away. His timing was almost perfect. Because when he saw James looking at him, he saw the confusion in his eyes, asking what’s next.
Mark’s mind was racing. He started to stroke his cock again with his right hand and touched James’ cheek with his left.
When James looked, he heard Mark hiss, “Suck me again. I want to feel your lips wrapped around my cock. I’m going to fuck your face, but this time I want to enjoy watching you become my oral slut. I want to take my time and enjoy your lips and throat. I want to teach you how sluts suck cock. I know you wanted this, so don’t beat yourself up, just enjoy it. You’re a natural. All you need is practice, and I’m still horny.”
James, now embarrassed by what had already transpired, started to say no, but Mark cut him off sternly, saying, “Suck my cock slut. You wanted my cock before today, otherwise you wouldn’t have told me to Jack off and then give me an all but naked picture of your wife. You wouldn’t have told me that you want to see your wife fucked by a black man. And you wouldn’t have kissed my cock unless you are bisexual. So you better open your mouth and let me teach you how black me like their cocks sucked.”
James was shocked by the change in Mark’s attitude, but didn’t move.
Mark saw James hesitate and said, “Or I can go to the Captain, tell him you’re a closet cocksucker, and he’ll have you arrested, Court Marshalled, and dishonorably discharged. Then everyone, including your wife, will know you’re a Cock sucker and not have anything to do with you. So, wrap those lips around my cock and please me. This is the last time I’m going to tell you.”
James, hearing Mark’s command, knew he had no choice. He surrendered, taking Mark’s cock back into his mouth, sucking it like he would a long-neck beer bottle.
Mark told him what felt good, what didn’t, how to move his tongue around his shaft, how to relax his throat, and how not to bite or nip his cock for the next twenty minutes.
During this session, Mark pushed his cock to the very entrance of James’ throat, causing him to gag. Mark told James he was doing well, but before he goes back home, he will be able to take his entire length down his throat. As the training continued, Mark would pull James’ mouth down further, holding it there, which gave his throat muscles a few seconds to stretch. Repeating this process allowed James to take more of Mark’s cock into his throat. The goal of this exercise was to have James feel Mark’s curly pubic hair tickling his nose before they both got stateside leave.
Mark’s body tensed, and his cum started flowing down James’ throat. His reaction was much different than the first time he tasted Mark’s cum. He swallowed it eagerly this time. When Mark released his head, James didn’t pull his mouth off the pulsing cock. Instead, he continued to suckle on it, drinking every drop, wanting more of his friend’s precious seed.
When James let Mark’s cock fall from his mouth, Mark quickly sat up, pulled James to him, kissing him passionately. Their kiss lasted several seconds before Mark pulled back. He looked at James, saying, “I own you now. I won’t need any more of those whores in town. You’re my number one cocksucker from now on. You are a quick learner and a willing student. Thank you.” Then Mark asked, “Do you understand me. I own your ass now. Soon, I will own your wife, too.”
James left the bunker, leaving Mark to his thoughts while he tried to untangle his own. He was broken and yet excited. He was ashamed and yet invigorated, and he couldn’t understand why he wanted to suck Mark’s cock again. He didn’t just want to; he realized he needed to.
While James was gone, Mark wondered just how far James wanted to go in their new relationship. He started planning his next move and would use the picture James gave him as leverage to enjoy more sexual interludes with him. Little did he know, he wouldn’t need the picture.
He also knew that when they both got leave stateside, he would accompany James to his house and use his wife, just like his new cocksucker told him he wanted.
James said that was the beginning of his and Mark’s sexual adventure, in between skirmishes with the Viet Cong. In fact, when they went on leave, they would go together, but Mark didn’t worry about picking up any women. They would get a room off base, and James would suck Mark’s cock night and day until they had to return to duty.
From that first day, James sucked Mark’s cock every day that they weren’t out on patrol. And during that time, Mark planned on how he would take James’ anal cherry.
James finally received a two-month leave and came home. Of course, Mark joined him, like he had planned, making James’ fantasy come true. James got to watch Mark stretch my cunt, my ass, and my throat. Mark’s cock took me to sexual heights that I didn’t think possible.
Mark had James suck his cock, preparing it for me, then he had James clean my cum filled pussy and ass. Mark would even have James clean his cock after every sexual interlude. During the week Mark stayed with us, James slept in the guest room while Mark and I slept in our king-size bed. Four to five times a day, Mark used me like one of those Vietnamese whores, and before he left, he gave me the phone number of two other black men that he would allow to use me when he and James went back to Vietnam.
I looked at Mark and said, “You can’t be serious. I can’t do that, as I threw the numbers on the floor.”
Mark looked at James, then back at me, and asked, “James, who owns you and your wife?”
I looked at James and heard him say, “You do, Master. Please do what he says.”
I looked back at Mark and saw the smile on his face, knowing I didn’t have a lot of choices, so I picked up the phone numbers and said, “Yes, sir. I will do as you have instructed.” Mark kissed me passionately before he packed his rucksack, preparing to leave.
James and I drove Mark to the airport, where he told James to wait in the car and asked me to walk him in. I did as instructed, and when he had his bag checked, he pulled me to him, kissed me, then said, “Give me your panties. I want them so I can smell your cunt until James and I meet again.”
I was shocked but walked out of the crowd, pulling Mark with me, reached under my skirt, pulled my thong panties down, stepped out of them, handed them to Mark, then kissed him again.
Mark walked away, knowing he owned both James and I. I also knew he owned us, even though I didn’t fully understand what was expected of me, I would do what I was told to do.
Mark caught his hop, en route to see his family in Portland, Oregon. James didn’t tell me about his being Mark’s oral whore, until Mark was gone. However, I knew he had sucked Mark off many times in the jungle of Vietnam. It was obvious by the way he orally pleased and prepared Mark that he would fuck me.
James said there’s more to this story, and he will share it with anyone who wants to hear. The story is about his service and sacrifice to his country, Mark, and others, during his next two tours.
James asked me if I thought he was the only one who did this kind of thing during deployment, or if there were others. He has fond memories of his military service and is proud to have served his country.
But he also has fond memories of the sexual education he received at the hands of Mark and others during his time in Vietnam, Germany, and other bases here in America.
So, to appease my husband, are there other men out there who engaged in sexual behavior with other enlisted men in the military?
