InspireMePl3as3
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His name was Ron. We were teamed together as "buddies" when we were ashore in Vietnam. Our mission was to recover 100's of dead bodies and stuff them with all their limbs, if possible, into body bags. We felt like sitting ducks when swimming/wading in the water. When snipers started shooting from the trees, we went under the "Agent Orange" water and swam behind the skiff taking cover. At night we went ashore and made camp. Our camp moved around a lot because we covered a large area of water.
The rule at night was to never leave camp without your buddy. There were many reasons to leave. To dig a hole for a latrine, to score the world's best and cheapest "smoke" from a nearby villager.
Ron had a wife and kid back home, so I was surprised one night after our evening smoke when he opened a conversation asking me "have you ever thought about doing another guy"? I eased into my confession, then asked if he had thought about it?
That was all for that night. We went back to camp. Later that night/morning we came under fire. Our sharpshooter took out the sniper high up in a tree. After that we couldn't have a fire. Cold MREs everyday.
One night Ron and I went for our evening ritual. Very dark in the jungle, no campfire. Ron brought up the subject of man sex again. He said he was thinking about it.
While passing our cigarette to each other, sitting close on a log Ron kissed my cheek. I told him that was nice.
Everyone in combat is scared, wondering when your time is up. This fear helps throw caution to the wind. I kissed him back, nibbling on his neck. He threw his arms around me and I did the same to him. We hugged and squeezed each other. His dick was hard. I started to run my hand down there. He moaned. I unbuttoned his belt and pants, leaving the zipper up. We started kissing on the lips. He undid my pants. I felt his hard dick and started to rub it. We hugged and kissed cheeks some more. Our eyes met, like they never had before. He didn't want to go further, so we kissed on the lips and went back to a very dark camp. We lay down next to each other.
Sometime in the night i felt his hand.
The next night we walked away again, finishing what we had started the day before. We did oral and hand jobs a few more times, but he was concerned about his wife and kids.
One never knows what you'll do if your life could end at any moment. Ron and I are best friends to this day. Nothing is ever mentioned about our escapades in the war. He is African and I am Swede, a match made in heaven.
I found out that there were many many GIs doing the same thing. Loneliness and fear; being held tightly is a good panacea.
I love this story, how beautiful to share,
I myself have had encounters and friends with benefits with straight guys and even today , I still have close friendships with them. But this is only fueled through my past occupation as a street worker and an escort operator. the 2 gentlemen who we have been friends for quite a few years were meetings of social gatherings and we are all still very close. One who has been happily married for 30years, and we are lucky as his wife allows our relationship continue (they are committed but have an open bi relationship) the other is a young solo father where we met through mutual friends.