TC-266 Below the Line

Foreword

Lance Corporal Gary Anderly was new to the Vietnam war zone, but he was a veteran when it came to taking advantage of all that concentration of desirable, youthful man-flesh.

Here was a marine who gave the whole battalion lip! And he made sergeant in more ways than one. Here’s the story of a homosexual who gets medals in battle and buddies in bed…

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With the advent of the darkness it appeared that all the hands in the section were all over the place, groping, feeling and generally exploring. Gary felt three sets of digits find his body simultaneously, two immediately went to his relaxed rod and some weirdo began working over his chest. Probably feeling that Gary’s magnificent meat would be surrounded by new experimenters, this lone hand began working the dusky disks that were on the pectoral slabs to immediate attention. Gary had a rising piece of meat in each hand, the task of releasing them from their enclosure wasn’t as difficult as he had expected, even for his left hand. He tried to remember who was next to him and in his bear soaked mind the answers were slow to come.

“John on the right but who on the left?” he kept asking himself. John on the left and—and—Jeff on the left! He’d never had Jeff yet. Hot damn!

Someone had managed to get his pants to his knees and his shirt unbuttoned and almost all the way off. Sitting in the darkness being roamed over by several sets of hands had really turned the new sergeant on. If he knew what the other people in the tent were doing, he would have found that he wasn’t alone in his pleasure.