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Korean Border Whore
By
Wolf
Every boot is full of excitement when their drill instructor reads there next duty assignment after they complete boot camp. They are full of wonder about what to expect. It is all new and mysterious. They are just in the process of changing from a civilian to warrior. I was a naive, six foot white boy from the Midwest waiting nervously by my bunk to hear him read my sir-name and tell me where I was being assigned.
When my name was read I heard him say "infantryman Korea. What I knew about Korea, was just what I had seen about the Korean War from 1950 to 1953. I knew we had a military presence along the 38th parallel. I had heard that there had been incidents where work parties had been shot at while clearing brush obstructing views of the demilitarize zone and they were constantly using ground penetrating radar looking for tunnels under the demilitarized zone.
I was given orders that required me to be report to the Presidio in San Francisco to await transportation on the Military Air Transportation airlines to Seoul, Korea, after a two week leave. When the transport landed all of the personnel were herded to buildings where our orders were checked and we were assigned barracks temporarily until transportation could be arranged. Summer was approaching so it was warm.
Eventually a group of six of us new privates was assigned to s sergeant returning from leave and loaded onto military trucks for transport to the base we were assigned. As we left the city the dirt roads were dusty. The smell of oriental cooking filled the air as we passed rural communities. To a city boy like me the smell, reminded me of rotting vegetables and cooked meat in a garbage pail. When we arrived at our base we had to report to the office right away.
There were six of us being assigned to Camp Hover and the village outside Toko-Ri. We handed our orders to the office clerk before we met the duty second Lieutenant. We were escorted by the clerk to the Quonset hut that would be our home for the remainder of out two years of our enlistment.
For those that don't know what a Quonset hut is, they were a World War II's answer to quick cheap housing. These were placed on concrete floors. They are corrugated steel, arched structures. These had been divided up into two man rooms off of a central corridor.
I was assigned a room with a black corporal, named Martin Spangler. He was a dark black, about six-foot two, 180 pounds and a pleasant guy. He was a great help getting me acclimated to the routine of Army life. We became friends right away. For the first couple of weeks it was very routine Army life. Slowly I learned more about my roommate. He indulged in some black market trading on the side. He could get his hands on just about anything he wanted. It was common for the guys to trade booze and cigarettes with the local civilians for things. Marty had access to medical supplies that allowed him to trade penicillin and other medical supplies. He had a pretty good business on the side. In addition to his black market activities he had a local girlfriend.
One afternoon he asked me to help him deliver groceries to his Korean girlfriend. We carried bags of food to a small two room apartment in town. He introduced me to Yobo while we were unpacking the bags.
Yobo's apartment was furnished mostly with furniture form the base PX, including her electronic appliances like her radio, TV and hotplate. Yobo was about five-foot two and no more than 120 pounds. She did have uncommonly large breasts for a Korean.
We would make regular trips to her place. We would drink beer and have a good time. It was not long before Marty invited me to join him as they had sex with each other. The first time I saw her naked I saw that she did have a nice ass on her. There was just a little tuft of straight black pubic hair above her pussy. We fucked her independently and even managed to get her to accept Marty's cock up her ass while I was fucking her pussy.
One night we were particularly drunk and after Marty fucked her, he waved his wet cock in front of my face, while asking me to suck his cock. Marty was well endowed; his cock was at least nine-inches long and three inches in diameter. I could not explain why I did, but I opened my mouth and sucked his cock. We indulged in more three-ways sex with her. She would stick her finger up my ass while I was sucking Marty. I would even suck his cum out of her pussy.
When we were on base Marty would lock our door before he would induce me to suck his cock. We had to be careful, because in the eighties was before the "don't ask don't tell policy." We could have been discharged, if had been made public that we were having sex with each other. I was sucking his cock daily after that. He would have me sleep in his bunk with him. I would wake up in the morning and feel his morning piss-hard pressing between my buns. I didn't make a fuss when he proposed greasing up his dick and slipping it up my ass. I became his barracks whore. I was sucking his cock and being fucked in the ass daily.
Eventually he came to me with a problem. He had promised to deliver some penicillin to a Korean man running the local black market, but was unable to deliver as promised. He asked me if I would do him a favor, and have sex with him to take the heat off until he could get his hands on the trade goods. I was not happy about the idea of servicing a 40- year old gangster but I would do anything Marty asked.
This guy was a stocky man, five-foot seven, kind of paunchy and hairless. His cock was about 5 inches long. Marty took me to his place of business. He had a backroom that was furnished for his little parties. He really got off on having a white boy half his age. He treated me like a girl. He plied with alcohol and sweet treats. He wanted to cuddle with me while he felt me up. He was amazed that he could wrap both of his chubby hands around my dick at the same time. His problem was deciding if he wanted to fuck me or suck my cock first.
He tried to suck my cock first. He could get about half of it in his mouth before he would gag. He did manage to swallow all of my cum though. He was not sure if he wanted to fuck my ass missionary or doggie style. It was a hot summer and I was not looking forward to having a fat sweaty man dripping sweat all over me in the missionary position. The compromise to reduce the effort on his part was to lie on my side and lift the free leg and allow him to cuddle up behind me and stuff his cock into my ass. He was reaching around my body to hang onto one of my tits while he fucked my ass. When he was finished he insisted that I suck his cock clean. I did not like the idea of having to take a cock that had been up my dirty ass into my mouth. He insisted that I suck him until he came in my mouth.
I was called upon to service other men to pay off other debts too. It was as if he owed money to some of the worst guys in the Army. There were blacks and Puerto Rican guys that looked like they would be willing to kill someone for the gold in their teeth. Herbert was a six-foot three, 250 pound black sergeant that had an 8-inch cock that was a fat as most men's fist. Donald was a skinny six-foot black sergeant with a 10-inch cock. He was always playing with a butterfly knife. He was able to cut off one button on a shirt while swinging the blade open and a second button while rolling it over and swinging the handle back into his hand faster than anyone could press the button on a spring loaded knife (switch blade). The third member of the trio was the Puerto Rican guy that was not six foot tall, skinny, no more than 145-pounds. He had a pencil mustache above his lip. His cock was about 5-inches long and un-cut. Sucking his cock was the worst, because he always had head cheese under the foreskin. That stuff was a nasty combination of piss, sweat, dead skin cells and cum. He insisted that I skin the foreskin back and clean his knob with my tongue. I was a regular sex slave. We would have parties when they would gather around rotating turns fucking my ass. Face fucking me while I jacked off two of them at a time. I swear that I was bathed in more cum than any whore in town.
When I finished my enlistment I was flown back to San Francisco where I was processed out of the Army and given money for transportation home. I chose to stay in San Francisco. There were just so many guys there that were willing to party with a horny guy like me.
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