If you have ever watched the first Star Wars movie and remember the bar with the space aliens in it, that is what Toko-Ri was like a few years ago.

Obi-Wan Kenobi once described Mos Eisley as a “wretched hive of scum and villainy”; Toko-Ri wasn’t much different. That describes the village outside our camp. Danny Joe and I visited it almost every night. They had tasked Danny with duty on the courtesy patrol. It comprised two non-commissioned officers and a commissioned officer.

Danny Joe was a short-timer; he only had about five weeks left in the country, but he had come up on the duty roster. So he volunteered me to be the other noncommissioned officer; he informed me of this while his cock was in my mouth.

I nipped him a little; he groaned. I continued bobbing on his cock, accepting it down to the root. He used his hands to guide me as I sucked him. I cherished receiving his cock in my mouth; it felt so natural.

I traced my tongue down the bottom of his shaft, licking the vein down to his scrotum. I licked his balls, taking them in my mouth. Danny Joe delighted in me sucking his balls. He murmured in satisfaction; I swished his balls in my mouth.

I applied my lips and mouth to caress his cock as I moved back up to the head of his shaft. I accepted his cock back in my mouth, and I plunged to his pubic hair. He groaned his gratitude; I bobbed up and down on his cock and used my tongue to make him wet.

I continued sucking him until I felt his cock swell in my mouth; he held my head down on his cock. His shaft head was past my tonsils and in my throat. He shot his load straight into my throat, and I gulped his seed. My throat contractions delighted him, and he came heavy. I accepted all of his seed.

Once I finished swallowing his semen, I cleaned his cock and went up to lie down next to him. I asked him, “So why did you volunteer me?”

Danny Joe responded. “The first sergeant said it's on a Thursday night, and we will have Friday, Saturday, and Sunday off. It will be my last hurrah here.”

I acknowledged my understanding because it made sense, then Danny Joe had me lie down on my side so he could spoon me. We dozed like that until reveille.

Thursday arrived quickly; it was a normal duty day, so we worked at seventeen-thirty. Danny, Joe, and I reported to the brigade staff duty NCO. I chose a Jeep with a canvas top. He provided us with our orders, a clipboard, our armbands, and nightsticks.

We met the lieutenant who would accompany us; he had been in the country for about three weeks. We drove to Toko-Ri; it was early, and very few GIs were out and about, so we had dinner before the adventure commenced.

The ‘Ville’ was largely dirt streets and older buildings, with clubs and restaurants built into them; it was small and dirty. Some soldiers and their Yobos rented flats there.

We started going to the clubs to make certain everything was all right. In the first club, we saw Nick, our company clerk, and his Yobo. He introduced her as Suki; she was lovely. He also introduced us to his friend Boyd and his Yobo, Neeko; she was good-looking but a bit heavier than Suki.

Danny Joe talked to Nick and his friends for a few minutes, then moved on. His buddy Boyd impressed me as a jackass. We spoke to the owner and advised them to call us if there were any problems. We returned to the jeep, and the lieutenant informed us that there had been an altercation at another club, so we drove there.

When we arrived at the club, two of the bouncers had two soldiers at different tables: one male and one female. We talked with the owner, and the two soldiers got into a scuffle. During the fracas, they broke a pool cue and two beer mugs.

She demanded they pay for the damages; she further required two bottles of scotch. I knew the male soldier. He was a sergeant from our company; his name was Neal, and he loved to drink. I didn’t know the female soldier; she was really slender, wearing jeans and a plaid flannel shirt, and her belt had her name, Barbara, on the back.

Once I finished chatting with the owner, I went back to the table where Danny Joe and the two soldiers were and explained to everybody what the owner required. If Mamasan got what she wanted, she would not call the military police.

Both Sgt. Neal and Barbara agreed to compensate for the damage; however, Barbara had a slight cut and bruise on her forehead. The lieutenant insisted she receive medical treatment, so he and Danny Joe agreed that Neal could go and that I would drive Barbara to the aid station.

Barbara and I drove to the aid station at Camp Hovey. She asked, “Is this really necessary?”

I replied, “The lieutenant ordered it, so yes, just explain to the medics that you fell and hit your head.”

Barbara then informed me that she was an MP and a driver for CID. My initial reaction was, ‘Crap, that's a mess I would rather not deal with.'

Before we got to the gate, she asked me to pull over because she felt she was going to be sick. I pulled over and went to help her out of the jeep; it blocked the view from the road. She knelt on the ground in front of me and then unzipped my fatigue pants and fished out my cock.

Once Barbara grasped it, I became hard; she took it in her mouth and down to my pubic hair. I had not had sex with a woman many times after hooking up with Danny Joe. Barbara knew what she was doing, and I did not last long. I warned her I was about to cum, but she kept sucking until I shot my load in her mouth.

She stood up, swished it around her mouth, and gargled it. I had never known anybody do that before, and then Barbara swallowed it. She next leaned forward and kissed me.

Barbara then added, “Let's go. I am ready for the aid station.”

We both got back in the jeep, and I mentioned to her, “You didn't need to do that.”

Barbara responded, “Yes, I did. I would rather have the medics smell cum on my breath than booze.”

I supposed I got the sense of that; we reached the aid station and went in. Three medics were on duty: one male sergeant, a female specialist five, and a female private. I reported in and informed the sergeant about the injury.

The sergeant had Barbara, the private, and me follow him to an exam room. The private looked at Barbara’s head and applied some antibiotics to clean it. The sergeant asked me what happened; he was a well-built Black soldier. He told me his name was Terrence, and I told him my name.

The specialist five must have called Barbara’s company because two MPs showed up, one in uniform and one in civilian clothes. I knew the sergeant in uniform; I'd dealt with him at Camp Hovey. The other MP was a large Black man; he introduced himself to me as Anthony. He was Barbara’s supervisor.

They wanted to know what had happened, so I told them she had fallen. They didn't want to believe it, but neither of us changed our story. No one wanted one of their soldiers to go on the blotter report.

The uniformed MP asked where Danny Joe was. I told him he was waiting for me in the Ville. Anthony looked up when he heard Danny Joe’s name and then looked at me. He asked if I was Danny Joe’s boy.

I said I was; Anthony just nodded. I said I was going back on patrol and wished them a good night. Terrence, the medic, followed me out and called to me. I returned to him, and he took my hand; it felt electric, like something I had never felt before. He told me that I would look better without my mustache. I smiled, and he said to be careful.

I rejoined Danny Joe and the lieutenant, and we resumed our patrol. The rest of the night was relatively quiet, just making sure the soldiers paid their bar tabs and the girls' bills. At the end of the night, I dropped off Danny Joe and the lieutenant at headquarters.

I had to fill the jeep with gas before turning it in; it was starting to mist and had turned chilly out. As I was driving to the motor pool, I saw a soldier walking along the side of the road. I pulled the jeep over and waited for him; he climbed in and said thank you.

The soldier was Terrence, the medic. He thanked me for stopping, and then he recognized me. I asked where he was going, and he said his barracks on Camp Casey.

It was a twenty-minute ride to his barracks; we chatted as we drove. He asked about my night and if Danny Joe was my ‘friend.’ I told him yes; he said he had friends too, so I shouldn't worry. I told him Danny Joe was a short-timer and was leaving in about three weeks.

As I drove him home, we talked. We arrived at his barracks. I pulled around to the side; we got out of the jeep and stood facing each other. He took my hands in his, and I felt that electricity again. He leaned in and kissed me on the mouth. It felt wonderful. During my time with Danny Joe, I couldn't remember a time we kissed.

He said to me, “After your friend leaves, look for me; I will be waiting.” He continued, “I still think you would look better without the mustache.”

I replied that I would look for him, and kissed him again. On my way to drop off the jeep, I couldn't get the medic out of my mind. I got to Danny Joe’s Quonset hut and went in. He asked where I had been; I told him I had picked up a GI and driven him home.

Danny Joe growled at me, “Get your ass over here now.”

I went over to the bed and stripped down. I lifted the sheet and saw Danny Joe’s cock was semi-erect. I crawled between his legs and took his cock in my hand. I stroked it slowly and imagined it was the medic's cock.

I bent down and licked the head; it was spongy but growing harder. I licked the shaft of Danny Joe’s cock; I tried imagining it was a black cock. I took the shaft into my mouth, taking it all the way to its base.

Danny Joe moaned as I kept sucking and bobbing on his cock. He held my head and guided me on his cock, controlling the speed and motion. I fondled his scrotum, and as I sucked his cock, I used my lips and tongue to massage his shaft.

Danny Joe pulled my head down on his cock, so it was in my throat as he shot his load. I swallowed as fast as I could; Danny Joe was grunting as he came. Once he finished ejaculating, he let go of my head, and I licked his shaft clean as I came up.

He pulled me up and said we had a long weekend coming up and we needed to rest. I turned around so he could spoon me, his soft cock nestled against my ass. With his arm around me, I fell asleep and dreamed of the medic.

I woke up to knocking at Danny Joe’s door. I put on some shorts and went to see who it was. It turned out to be Sgt. Neal. He looked surprised to see me. He gave me his bottle of scotch and money for Mamasan, saying he was restricted to camp and could not take it to her.

I told him I would take care of it; he walked away looking confused. Danny Joe asked who it was, so I told him it was Sergeant Neal dropping off his money and scotch for Mamasan. Danny Joe said we needed to bring extra cash, scotch, and cigarettes for Mamasan, as she promised him something special for his last weekend.

Once we were ready to sign out on pass, we went to the bank and Class Six and got what we needed. Then we went to the club; it was the same one where the fight was. Mamasan was glad to see us. I did see Anthony and Barbara there, so she must have paid Mamasan too.

Anthony called us over and greeted Danny Joe by name; Barbara just smiled. Anthony stated, “Babs and I are here to square things up.” He continued, “She told me that she took care of you on the way to the aid station.”

Danny Joe glanced at me, and I just shrugged my shoulders. We spoke with Anthony and Barbara for a few minutes before they left. Then Danny Joe spoke to Mamasan; he called me over and asked me to give her Sgt: Neal’s payment, our two bottles, and the cigarettes.

Mamasan and Danny Joe were discussing something I couldn't hear. He motioned for me to come over. He said he needed fifty dollars from me, so I gave it to him; he gave it to Mamasan.

Mamasan then called out to the back room, and a Korean woman about twenty-three or four came out. She introduced herself as Kimmie, new to Toko-Ri, and since Danny Joe and I had done many favors for Mamasan, Kimmie would stay with us for the weekend.

Danny Joe seemed to be really excited about this; Kimmie looked like a typical Korean woman. She was about five feet two inches tall with long black hair and a nice shape.

Danny Joe and I had rented a room from Mamasan in her building next to the club, so the three of us went to it. Once we got to the room, we all sat down. Before anything happened, I wanted to get to know Kimmie. She had come from Tageu a few days ago; it wasn’t too uncommon for the girls to move from city to city.

Danny Joe wanted to have some fun, so I started to undress, and Danny Joe did too. Kim slowly got undressed in front of us; she took her top off first, revealing her breasts, which were fairly large for a Korean woman.

She took off her skirt, and her panties had a bulge; she slid her panties down to reveal a penis. I was surprised, but Danny Joe was not; he knew all along, which was why he was so excited.

I had seen pictures and even a movie of ‘Lady Boys’ but had never met one. Kimmie’s penis was average size; she had a small tuft of black pubic hair. I took it in my hand, and Kimmie moaned; it amazed me.

I bent down and started to lick it; she was already leaking pre-cum. It tasted good. Danny Joe watched us and asked us to get into a sixty-nine. I lay on the bottom, and Kimmie was on top of me. I was still sucking her cock, and Kimmie took mine in her mouth.

Danny Joe was placing KY on his cock and Kimmie’s anus. He pushed into her gently, and his cock popped through her anal ring. I watched his cock enter her as I sucked her cock. She flinched a little but moaned around my cock.

As Danny Joe pushed into Kimmie’s anus, his movement pushed her cock further into my mouth. I could see his cock sawing in and out of her ass; her balls bounced off my forehead. I could see Danny Joe’s balls as they swung onto and hit Kimmie’s scrotum; Kimmie came first, flooding my mouth with her seed.

Then I came next, filling her mouth with my sperm as we swallowed each other's cum. Danny Joe grunted and filled Kimmie’s bowels with his seed; he pumped until he finished cumming. Once he pulled out, Kimmie sat up, and I licked her anus clean. She moaned as I cleaned her of Danny Joe’s semen.

When she was clean, we both turned to Danny Joe and used our mouths and tongues to clean his cock. Then we lay together on the bed. Danny Joe and I kissed Kimmie all over her body.

As we lay there, it was so relaxing. It was late in the afternoon, so we cleaned up and went to the bar. We wanted to get something to eat. Mamasan had a kitchen in the back of the club, so we had something there.

Mamasan didn't want Kimmie to leave the club yet, so Danny Joe and I spent the night there. Mamasan did give us a list of things she needed from the PX, and we could take Kimmie there the next day.

So we stayed at the club, and many guys knew it was Danny Joe’s last weekend, so they bought him drinks. He was getting really drunk and happy. At the end of the night, one of the bartenders helped him up to the room. He was dead to the world; I laid him on the mat on the floor on his side.

Kimmie and I took the bed; I was glad of this because now I could get to know Kimmie better; I had only seen photos of ladyboys. That was a porn star named ‘Sulka’. I left the light on and started to kiss Kimmie.

I kissed her on her mouth and down to her breasts and suckled them, biting and teasing her nipples. I kissed her stomach and worked my way down to her cock. I licked it; she moaned, then I sucked her scrotum. Then I moved my tongue to her anus and licked it; I wanted it wet and loose.

Then I coated my cock and Kimmie’s anus with some lube; in the missionary position, I pulled her hips to me. Placing the head of my cock at her anal opening, I gently pushed in. My cock popped through her anal ring, and I thrust inside of her.

I held her legs up by her ankles so they were even with my shoulders. I looked into her eyes as I was making love to her, and she pinched my nipples. As I pumped my cock into her, she rocked and wiggled her hips.

As I made love to her, her penis was leaking pre-cum. It felt so wonderful to be inside of her; she was tight and so beautiful and smooth. I was close to ejaculating; I held off as long as I was able to.

I came inside of her, filling her with my seed; she squeezed her anal muscles, making herself even tighter. It felt so delicious.

I bent down to kiss her, and subsequently I withdrew from her and made my way to her penis and took it in my mouth and sucked it. I used my mouth and tongue to pleasure her. Kimmie was moaning as she came in my mouth. I swallowed some and went to kiss her on her mouth and shared it with her.

We lay holding each other and fell asleep in each other's arms. We slept all through the night until one of Mamasan’s workers woke us up for breakfast. Kimmie and I cleaned up, then woke Danny Joe.

Danny Joe asked what happened the night before. I told him he got really drunk and passed out. He said, “Shit,” and I laughed. The three of us went to get breakfast. We ate something, and we asked if we could take Kimmie to the PX with us.

We did our shopping and brought the stuff back for Mamasan. I picked up a Gold Star Walkman for Kimmie, and then we returned to our room. We had one more night with Kimmie; we didn't want to waste any of it.

Once in our room, we all disrobed, then got onto the bed. Danny Joe and I started to suck on Kimmie’s breasts; her nipples hardened. Danny Joe whispered to us that he wanted to see Kimmie fuck me.

I lay down between Danny Joe’s legs with my ass facing Kimmie. I took Danny Joe’s cock into my mouth and began sucking it. Kimmie knelt behind me and placed the head of her cock at my anal entrance.

She pushed into me, filling me; it felt like Heaven. I continued to suck on Danny Joe’s cock. As Kimmie kept pushing into me, my mouth would go further down on Danny Joe’s cock.

Kimmie’s hands were on my hips, holding them tight; Danny Joe was guiding my head with his hands. I was see-sawing between them; it felt so natural and wonderful.

Kimmie came first, filling my bowels with her seed; she moaned as she ejaculated in me. Once Danny Joe heard the moan, he held my head tightly and came in my mouth, I swallowed spurt after spurt of his delicious seed.

I swallowed all of Danny Joe’s cum, then I lay on my back, and Kimmie got between my legs and started to suck my cock. She bobbed and sucked until I emptied my balls in her mouth; she swallowed most of it, then came to kiss me and pushed some of my cum into my mouth.

We lay together with Kimmie between us; we fondled her breasts. She was beautiful. I knew our time with Kimmie was growing short; she would be moving to Seoul the next day. I didn't want it to end, but we had to say goodbye. Then I kissed her, and Danny Joe and I dressed and left.

I was a bit depressed, but that is the way in Tokyo-Ri; women come and go. Danny Joe and I went to TDC and the Silver Club, a country-and-Western place, and drank a beer. We saw Nick and his Yobo Suki there; we said hello and sat with them.

A slow song started to play, and Nick did not want to dance, so Suki grabbed my hand, and we went on the dance floor. We danced; Suki was soft and warm and smelled so good. I probably held her a little too tight and close, but I didn't care.

We danced for two songs; I could understand why Nick chose her as a Yobo. When the songs ended, we returned to the table. Danny Joe wanted to dance, but Suki said she was tired. Danny Joe and I left for the bar, but Suki touched my arm and then kissed me.

Danny Joe said to me, “Do you think we could tag that?” He was referring to Suki.

I responded, saying, “She is Nick’s Yobo.”

Danny Joe chuckled and said, “Hell, do you know how many other men’s wives I have fucked with them watching?”

We finished our drinks and went to another club. Danny Joe was drinking heavily; I knew it was his last Saturday, so I cut him some slack. He finally decided on a bar girl and took her upstairs; I stayed at the bar, thinking of Nick’s Yobo.

Once Danny Joe was finished, he and I left the club and headed back to Toko-Ri. We arrived at our usual spot, and I helped Danny Joe into bed. He would be out for the night; I knew that on Monday he would start the out-processing procedure, and I would start DMZ prep training.

I also knew that by Wednesday he would be at the turtle farm, that is, the in-and-out processing center, and once there, he would be locked down until he left. I was going to miss him; he taught me a lot and kept me sane the last few months.

I last saw Danny Joe that Tuesday evening after chow; we shook hands and said our goodbyes. There wasn’t anything romantic about the relationship; it was about sex and his mentorship of me, and I appreciated that. I knew he would find a cuckold couple at Ft. Knox; the Army was full of them.

The next week, I had an interlude with our supply sergeant and his KATUSA, but then he transferred to Eighth Army. Then Nick invited me to his place to hang out with him and his Yobo. I started going there; his Yobo, Suki, was a nice, good-looking woman.

They asked for volunteers to deploy to the DMZ two weeks early, and I volunteered. I would leave in ten days. Nick asked why, and I told him I had nothing better to do. We would go out, patrol with the outgoing unit, and get acclimated to the area.

I spent most nights at Nick’s; he and Suki were nice to me. Sometimes we went to the club, and I danced with Suki. Once in a while, Nick would leave Suki and me alone, and we would sit and make out.

She was beautiful, but she was somebody else’s Yobo, and though I could've gone further, I didn't. It would not have been right, I explained to Suki, for me to mess up her deal with Nick.

The last Saturday before leaving for the DMZ, I was on pass until Monday morning. I didn't want to cramp Nick and Suki, so I went to Camp Casey and found myself at the barracks where I dropped off the medic.

I didn't know why or what I would do if I found him, but he was on my mind all the time. I went to the CQ desk and asked for him. The CQ runner informed me that he was already gone for the day. I didn’t know why, but I was disappointed.

The CQ runner then added that he usually hung out at either the Black Rose club or the Empire club. I thanked him. I knew both of those clubs were usually only frequented by Black soldiers, and whites normally didn't go there. But I thought, what the hell, what's the worst that could happen?

I went to the Empire Club first, but I didn't see him, so I went to the Black Rose Club. The doorman hesitated to let me in because very few white guys ever tried to come in.

I entered the club and started looking for Terrence. The soldiers and the women looked at me as if I didn't belong there. I was about to leave when I saw someone waving at me. It was the medic. I went over to his table, and he invited me to sit down.

He greeted me and asked how I was doing. I told him I was good. Then he asked, “What are you doing here?”

I replied, “I don't really know. I am going to the DMZ on Monday and just wanted to say goodbye.”

Terrence then said, “I told you that you would look better without the mustache.” Then he rubbed my freshly shaven upper lip; I smiled.

I told Terrence I've thought about him a lot since that night of the fight. He told me he had thought about me also; he asked if I wanted a drink. I said a Coke would be good, so he ordered one for me.

We chatted about what had happened the past few weeks. I told Terrence that Danny Joe had left for the States. I was now hanging out with Nick and Suki; he was truly interested in Suki. He asked why I shaved my mustache; I told him I would be wearing camouflage face paint almost every day, so it was easier to clean off without facial hair.

I told him I was off until four-thirty Monday morning; he asked what my plans were. He placed his hand on mine, and I felt that charge again. He said, “Let's finish our drinks and head out.”

Terrence didn't need to ask me twice; I just followed Terrence out of the club. As we walked through TDC, I never asked where we were going because I didn’t care. I just wanted to be near him; I still cannot explain it.

We entered Camp Casey’s main gate, and we went to his barracks. We went in through the side door; he lived in modern barracks, unlike my Quonset hut. Then he took me to his room.

Once we entered his room and the door was closed, he kissed me hard on the mouth, pushing his tongue inside. I kissed him back; we started to undress each other. I kissed my way down his chest. I reached his belt and started to unbuckle it. I lowered his trousers, and he was not wearing any underwear.

His cock was brown in color and a bit over eight inches in length and girthy. I held it in my hand; it felt heavy and wonderful. I brought the head to my mouth and kissed it. Tasting it, I circled my tongue around it; I was in heaven.

I knelt before him, taking his cock in my mouth. I massaged it with my lips and tongue, making him moan. I held his scrotum in my hand and fondled his balls. Then I pushed my head down onto his cock, taking all of it in my mouth. I was so full of his cock that my nose was in his pubic hair.

Terrence moaned his approval. I continued licking and sucking his magnificent cock; he wrapped his hands around my head, steering it. I could sense he was about to cum, so I bobbed rapidly and drew him deep into my throat. He seized my head tightly as he launched his load, and I devoured it.

I finished drinking his delectable cum, and I rose, and he kissed me, declaring, “Boi, that was worth the wait.” I had been so into sucking him that I came all over his floor.

That night he and I made love twice; it felt so glorious as he held me. When I had to take off, he told me, “Make certain that you come back to me.”

I declared I would. The next morning, I climbed on a truck headed for the DMZ. I pondered Danny Joe, Kimmie, and, principally, my medic, Terrence. I had deep feelings about Terrence; I couldn't describe them, but I knew I yearned to keep them in my soul.