Gay Erotic Stories

A Soldier's Homecoming Eddie was an Army major when he came back from Vietnam. He had all kinds of medals to show off, but no interest at all in telling anyone how he earned them. He opened up to me late one night after I found him sitting on the end of my bed watching my TV. He couldn't sleep, he said. "In Nam, there was a $500 dollar reward for the head of every officer," he said. "And when I mean head, I mean head. We'd be out on some road somewhere at night and Vietnamese would pop out in front of us. Every time I saw one I would flick the safety on my carbine. I kept flicking it on and off. I can still hear that flicking sound now. I guess I'll always hear it." He got hit, he said, and lifted off his T-shirt to show me a scar across his back. I looked at it, then put my arms around him and held him. He was trembling. "C'mon, get under the covers with me," I told him. He did and held me in his arms. "When it gets dark in Nam, it gets black as pitch. You can't see your hand in front of your face. That was when I got scared. And I'm still scared of the dark." He let me go and watched me take his boxers down and off. He had no idea what was going on in my head until I reached for his dick and began stroking it. "What's this, a little TLC?" he asked. "You could use some." "I wouldn't know how to enjoy it." "If I can just get you to relax, I'll show you how to enjoy it." On his left wrist I noticed an odd looking band. It was made from a tail of a water buffalo he killed and skinned, he said. "I suppose it was a lot of trouble to go to just for a piece of tail." I laughed. "You don't know the trouble I'd go to for a piece of tail," I said. "You're going to show me, aren't you?" "Yep, I sure am," I said, and got off him to turn him over onto his stomach.