Vietnam Warriors and Beyond

Post Party Behavior

With Sunday morning’s sun beginning to bleed through the blinds Boomer Black awoke as if startled awake by explosive gunfire in the jungle of Vietnam. In Mark Hunter’s bed Boomer discovered Mark’s nude body squeezed between him and the Pastor Roberts’ son, Kelley. As Boomer’s blurry vision from a night of drinking began to clear he saw Kelley’s arms and legs draped across his best friend’s body. Kelley nuzzling his face into the right side of Mark’s cheek and neck. The two appeared to be in a passionate embrace. Boomer began to unravel from the tangle of humanity on the queen size bed. As his feet hit the floor Kelley sensed the scent of sex permeating the bedroom.

The exhausted paratrooper rolled off the bed, a piss hard-on jutting from his crotch. He sat on the edge of the bed in a state of bewilderment. He ran his hands over his closed-cropped hair, down his face and upper body to discover dried semen covering the areas. Kelley turned his head looking down upon the two smiling young men wrapped up in each other’s arm and legs. He began smiling himself as he gazed at the two nestled together. For the first time he noticed Kelley’s impressive semi-erect penis. He tried to remember what happened in the bed among the three earlier, but he was in a fog. He decided to postpone his morning shower for the time being in favor of a Bloody Mary.

Once Boomer’s feet hit the floor and he gained stability he began shuffling towards the bathroom pulling on his hard cock as he walked. Once standing in front of the commode he blew off his piss hard-on. He then splashed warm water on his face before beginning the short trek towards the kitchen.

Nude, as he made the journey towards the kitchen his semi-erect cock bounced in front of him. Walking through the living room Boomer almost tripped over bodies in different positions and states of undress sleeping around the room. He thought that he recognized some from the party, others he didn’t.

In the kitchen the haggard paratrooper began preparing a jungle Bloody Mary to start the day. He poured a couple miniscule shots of tomato juice, two healthy dashes of Tabasco, and then filled the oversize glass tumbler full of vodka, stirring the contents gently. The nude Boomer then took his stiff drink onto the balcony to enjoy the ocean view. Watching birds swoop down for food he drank his Bloody Mary in solitude. Boomer looked up at the blue skies giving thanks in the form of a silent prayer for sparing him from grievous wounds or death as well as looking after those still in-country.

For Boomer he preferred instant death over agonizing wounds leaving grisly disabilities for life. Mere days before Boomer had been caught amid hellacious battles in the jungles of Vietnam, fighting for his life each day. During those chaotic firefights many of his buddies suffered ghastly wounds or been killed in action. Boomer felt guilty standing on the balcony in relative safety chugging the alcoholic drink in his hand, watching the ocean’s tranquility, while survivors still fought for their lives in the jungles of Vietnam.

As the serenity of the early morning played out Boomer’s thoughts about his conversation at the party with Pastor Roberts tormented his soul, so he stood there giving proper thanks for sparing his life. Somewhat ashamed of his past sinful behavior he needed redemption in his life.

Over the next few days the Army paratrooper would have to confront many life changing decisions and sort out his options for the future; whether to stay in the Army, go to Officer Candidate School, something that his commanders recommended and then make the Army a career, or get out, become a civilian and go to college.

Another option might be to attend OCS and then remain in the Reserves while attending college such as Mark. Whatever he did the decision would include furthering his education. A must for advancement in civilian or military life, along with better pay. However, the biggest question tormenting Boomer, his sexual orientation? He had to decide whether he might be homosexual, bisexual or just experiencing a period of experimental discovery in his young life. Boomer needed to confront those questions and come up with answers before his leave ended and he returned to active duty.

Army regulations forbid homosexuality and dealt with homosexuals, once discovered, in the harshest manner. Without warning Mark snuck up behind a naked Boomer leaning on the security fence surrounding the balcony holding an almost empty drinking glass in hand. The paratrooper finishing his drink could feel Mark prodding an erection into his ass crack. He didn’t object the sexual advance. Then Mark began kissing his startled friend’s shoulder and neck while he reached around flicking his hard nipples. “So, did you enjoy satisfying sex last night buddy?” Mark asked.

“Not sure…You?” Boomer asked. “By the way, how the fuck did Pastor’s kid end up in bed with us?”

“Don’t know…But I enjoyed it,” Mark said with a big smile. “I can see why you’re smiling. Pastor’s kid does have a foxy body and outta sight cock.”

“You got that right.”

“Yesterday while the kid and me were upstairs changing into swim wear, he told me he’s queer,” Mark said.

“You got to be shitin me,” Boomer said. “Pastor’s kid is queer.”

“Not shitin you,” Mark replied. “Anyway, he put the moves on me for a quick sixty-nine blowjob before we came back downstairs to join the others.”

“Oh, hell yeah,” Boomer said. “So, you got a little taste?”

“Maybe just a little,” Mark said.

“What do you mean, just a little?” Boomer asked humorously. “Cause from what I saw earlier this morning that thing ain’t little.”

“Long story,” Mark said. “Maybe we can talk him into a threesome with us before you leave.”

“Oh, hell yeah man, I’d be cool with that.”

Changing the subject, Mark asked, “How come there’s still a bunch of people in my living room? The place smells like old wolf pussy.”

“I didn’t invite them, you?” Boomer asked.

“No…Where’d my fuckin Cousin Billy go and who brought us back here?” Mark asked.

“I believe Bill might have invited the others. Last I saw Billy he and a couple of blonde bimbos were all cuddled up out by the pool. I think they were both blowing him.”

“He’s got enough to share with two bitches.”

Mark shaking his head stepped back into the kitchen where he began brewing a pot of coffee for the morning. In the meantime, Boomer fixed another powerful Bloody Mary. Suddenly, an immodest Kelley appeared nude in the kitchen sporting a magnificent morning hard-on. “Man, I smell coffee.”

With coffee brewing both men stood open-mouth admiring Kelley’s gnarly hard-on, just so perfect. If it wasn’t for others in the apartment beginning to wake up to sunshine and the smell of coffee brewing both men would’ve been on their knees attempting to gobble up that magnificent cock.

The phone rang. Mark’s mother wanting to make sure her son and Boomer attended church with them.

“What’s goin on?” Boomer asked.

“Mom and dad want us to go to church with them this morning.”

“What time?”

“Either the 9am or 11am service, preferably 9am. I told her I’d call her back.”

“I don’t have a suit or suitable clothing to wear for church,” Boomer said.

“Me either,” Kelley said, accepting a cup of steaming coffee from Mark.

“Mom wants us both to wear our Army uniforms. I think she’s got something cooked up with Pastor Roberts.”

“You know I’d been giving that some thought earlier. Count me in,” Boomer said.

“I have to attend,” Kelley said. “But I need some clothes to wear.”

“I think I may have clothes that’ll fit you Kelley. At least a clean button-down shirt and sport coat.”

“Cool.”

“Go check out my closet and the bottom drawer of my dress, see what you can find. I gotta call mom back.”

Mark called his mother back acknowledging her request to attend the 9am service. He also requested that they pick the three of them up as he’d left his car at their house. Mark began to roust his guests while Boomer and Kelley prepared to shower and shave. “You all gotta get the fuck out. Boomer, Kelley and me got to be elsewhere by 9am.”

The uninvited guests groaned and moaned but complied with Mark’s demand. Within 15 minutes the house emptied of all partiers. Boomer began putting his dress uniform on, while Mark took a shower. Kelley pulled the shower curtain back asking with a smile, “Need any help?”

They all finished getting dressed. About 8:15am the phone rang. Mark’s mother informing him that they were on the way to pick them up. Boomer finished drinking his third Bloody Mary while Mark and Kelley finished their coffee before the three stepped out of the apartment making their way to the street. Timing right on as they reached the street Mark’s parents honked pulling up in front of the apartment complex.

Inside the car Mark’s mother said, “You boys look outstanding. Thank you, boys, so much for wearing your uniforms. I know wearing a military uniform is frowned upon in today’s antiwar atmosphere, but you made my day.”

Pastor Roberts met Boomer, Kelley, Mark and his family outside the front of the church. He ushered them towards the front of the church where Boomer’s parents were already seated in the front pew. Boomer walked down the aisle with that paratrooper swagger to take a seat next to his mom next to the aisle. Then Mark and his family seated themselves in the pew behind the Blacks with Mark on the aisle.

Service started as usual; however, before Pastor Roberts launched into his sermon, he called up and introduced Boomer and Mark, telling the congregation a little about the two. He told his flock that the two had known each since childhood, grown up together, graduated high school together, joined the Army together and went off to Vietnam to serve.

The pastor continued honoring both men recognizing them for their dedicated service to the nation in Vietnam. The men felt proud standing in front of the assemblage being honored. Pastor Roberts told the congregation, “I’m so proud to have the privilege of welcoming Sergeant Black and Specialist Fifth Class Hunter to our services today and hope they might become regular parishioners.”

A conspicuous, “Amen,” came from the congregation welcoming and acknowledging the two men for their honorable service. The two men returned to their seats Mark began listening to the pastor deliver his sermon, while internally questioning what Pastor Roberts might think if he knew that he’d just finished engaging in same sex sex a couple hours before with his only son: how sinful.

Sitting next to Mark, Kelley began that nervous subtle leg contact. Something that caused arousal within Mark as his new friend continued rubbing his leg against Mark’s leg. Mark began to fantasize about taking the head of the younger man’s magnificent cock into his mouth a few hours earlier. His tongue bathing the head with warm saliva. Mark, never a big enthusiast of deep throating concentrated on Kelley’s perfect cockhead.

With Kelley’s cockhead inside his mouth Mark’s tongue began swirling around the purplish coronal ring and then he began lapping at the mouthwatering pink glans savoring the delicious droplets of precum. Mark, over the years had become a cockhead connoisseur. As Mark sat fantasizing and listening, he became aware of his cock growing hard, creating a prominent bulge running along the inseam of his uniform trousers.

Mark hoped that the bulge could not be seen from the pastor’s vantage point standing above the congregation in the pulpit. He dismissed the thought and began remembering the feel of pressure in Kelley’s balls and oozing precum signaling an impending orgasm. With Mark’s hands grasping Kelley’s firm majestic globes he let his finger ease inside the younger man’s asshole. As Mark’s finger entered Kelley’s asshole the younger man jumped, began squirming, making audible gasps, moaning with pleasure as Mark continued sucking the young man’s cock while finger fucking him.

As Kelley continued groaning and moaning Mark could tell by audible response that he’d hit the magic button inside his partner’s rectum. After a few seconds of prostate massage, the younger man gave out a booming gasp, throwing his pelvis into Mark’s face, just before blowing a huge load. With each squirt of jizz the younger man sensed his friend swallowing as Mark’s finger continued massaging that healthy prostate.

Pastor Roberts broke Mark’s mental fantasy. His booming voice from the pulpit preaching about youthful sins, reminding those listening how youthful sins many times serve as learning and life changing experiences. Mark thought that maybe those words might be directed at him, maybe all three young men in the pews. With the pastor’s eyes on the three of them, he wondered, did the minister have a sixth sense. Could he have an idea that his son and Mark engaged in sex earlier that morning. He had to get evil thoughts out of his head onto something more pious, so his hard cock could deflate before services concluded and he had to standup to depart the church.