This is a love story in four parts. Charlie Forrest is a young helicopter pilot and Lek is the son of a Laotian drug baron. They find love in a jungle setting in South East Asia that survives the trials and tribulations of capture by drug runners and the might of the United Nations.
LAOTIAN LOVE AFFAIR
Prologue
The rain was sheeting down reducing visibility to a few yards. The temperature gauge showed outside air at 5 degrees C.
"Better put the engine intake de-icing on John, just to be on the safe side."
"De-icing on Chas. You really know how to pick them don't you? Your last flight and it has to be the nastiest I have flown with you."
"Hell, it's the nastiest I've flown with me. Where the hell did this volume of rain come from? It's like a Far East Monsoon."
John laughed.
"Huh, good training for your next job then."
Chas grinned as well. His next flight would be in the Far East. He was going to fly for a Dutch company in Indonesia.
"The difference is that the temperature gauge will rarely drop below 20 and I can live with that."
Chas handed over to John and sat thinking about his good luck. One year ago he had considered himself lucky to land this job with Irish Helicopters flying Bell 212s into the Celtic Sea. They had trained him for a British Instrument rating and he had clocked up nearly 700 hours heavy lift time. Coupled with 500 he had accumulated on Wessex Helicopters in the Royal Navy he now had the hours necessary to land a good training captain's job with Schreiner. He had done the Puma conversion in France during his last leave and would go straight out to Djakarta after a week off. This was Christmas Eve and he was booked on an Aer Lingus flight to London in about two hours time, provided this weather didn't ground everything at Cork Airport.
"Time to call approach Chas."
Chas looked at his watch, all being well they would be on the ground in about fifteen minutes.
"Cork Approach, Cork Approach, this is Helicopter Echo India Alpha Whisky Kilo, over."
"WK, Cork Approach, you are loud and clear, go ahead."
"WK request joining instructions for an ILS Approach."
"Roger WK, turn right on to heading 090, and standby to copy weather."
Chas repeated the instruction, Jack carried it out and Chas copied the weather information. He read it back and was cleared to tower frequency.
"I have control, Jack, this will be my last instrument approach for a while, I might as well do it.
A bumpy ride down the glide slope followed and they hover taxied to dispersal to unload their passengers before moving to their own dispersal. A short run from the chopper to operations and they were soaked.
"Thank Christ that's over John. Thanks for your help, now I need to finish up here, say goodbye to the boss and head for the main terminal."
They shook hands and Chas was gone.
Djakarta was steaming hot as Chas disembarked from the Garuda flight he had taken from Singapore. Garuda were still not allowed to fly into London, so Chas had flown Singapore Airways and changed at Singapore, much more pleasant system. Now he needed to find his way to the offices to start his tour.
The operations manager was a shock for Chas.
"Hello Dick, don't tell me your my boss again."
Dick Saker grinned at Chas and nodded.
"'Fraid so buddy, just like old times."
It wasn't quite, Dick had been Chas's ab- initio instructor in the navy, flying Hiller 12Es and then the old Whirlwind 7s before moving on to Wessex 5s for commando training. Chas had done one tour on a commando helicopter squadron and then a two year stint on SAR Helicopters. He was only on a five year engagement so he had left the navy at 23 and gone straight to Irish Helicopters for the year.
"I'm not going to be your boss here for long either. A telex arrived a few hours ago. You are going to be seconded to a United Nations backed unit operating in the jungle on the Thai/Laotian border."
Chas was shattered, this sounded like another combat tour.
"No way Jose, I got out of the navy because I didn't want any more combat jobs."
"Yes way. The UN asked for a couple of pilots and your qualifications were perfect. 700 hours on 212s makes you ideal for this one. Carrot for you though. Do one year on this secondment and you are promised a Chief Pilot's slot, or a Senior Training Captain whichever one you like."
Chas thought about that, he was only 24, this could catapult him into senior operations management before he was thirty if he didn't screw up. He couldn't realistically expect that under normal circumstances.
"Ok, Dick, I'll take it, but I want the promise in writing signed by the ops director."
Dick grinned, "I've got it here already typed it will be in Holland tomorrow and back here by the end of the week, just enough time for you to get your Indonesian Licence so that we don't waste any time when you come back."
Chas didn't really mind. A stint with the UN wouldn't hurt his CV at all if he ever needed it again.
Chapter 1
The noise made by the two bladed rotor of the big Bell helicopter could be heard for miles, even though the `chopper' was flying low, just skimming the tops of the trees. The little men, with their train of heavily laden mules, looked at each other and grinned. They moved off the trail into the deep cover of the tertiary jungle and waited. It was almost hysterically easy to avoid the air patrols, except that these little Laotian men weren't prone to hysterics. They did however discuss the stupidity of the United Nations backed air patrols. They never caught any of the drug smugglers with their noisy flying machines.
The Thai government were happy to accept these machines operating from their bases, knowing that when the futility of the operation was realised the helicopters would be left and incorporated into the Thai Air Force. The ground patrols were having a little success, but it was clear that tons of opium was getting across the border and continuing its journey to the drug buying population of the West.
Chas Forrest was a British ex Royal Navy pilot, seconded to the special unit that was manning the patrol helicopters. At twenty-four years old, Chas was a newly promoted Flight Captain in the UN, who had jumped at this opportunity, for what he thought would be some excitement and a fast track into operations management. Plus, of course, the benefit of time off in the capitol, Bangkok, where he could indulge his sexual appetite for the beautiful young men that were to be found in profusion in the gay bars and clubs.
The reality was very different to his original perception of this job. Long boring hours patrolling the borders in the golden triangle, looking for drug smugglers. A Thai co-pilot who spoke English and whom Chas was training for command at the same time as he was carrying out the patrols. The two observers were also Thai but spoke no English, they passed all their information to Adisak, the co-pilot who translated it for Chas.
Chas knew that Thai Air Force officers were not very well paid but Adisak always appeared to have loads of money when they were off duty. He wondered if the young lieutenant came from a wealthy family who subsidised his entertainment. After a couple of months Adisak took Chas to meet his parents and he was even more confused. They were quite poor, and obviously proud of their son in his smart uniform and driving an expensive convertible sports car.
Chas indulged his sexual appetite when away from Adisak and was always in a good mood when they returned to Chiang Mai to start another series of patrols. The two observers also appeared to be spending more than Chas thought they earned but kept his own counsel on that one as well.
The ground patrols started to have more success and that was when things changed for Chas as well. Half way through a patrol run, Adisak handed Chas a slip of paper.
"We have to drop down into a clearing at that location, Chas, to pick up a load."
Chas queried it and Adisak just shrugged and said he had received the order from base. Although it was a first, Chas flew to the co-ordinates on the paper and landed in the clearing that immediately filled with little men in peasant dress carrying sacks, which they piled into the chopper.
Loading finished and the little men disappeared into the jungle as quickly as they had appeared.
"We have to take this load to this location, Chas."
When they arrived, they were, as Chas knew, now across the border in Thailand, having picked up in Laos.
The location was another clearing on the edge of the jungle and the reverse happened. Lots of little Thai men emptied the cabin and disappeared again.
Chas clicked then and looked aghast at Adisak.
"We've just become part of the smuggling ring haven't we?"
Adisak grinned and nodded.
"Yes, and we will have much money for our next trip to Bangkok."
Chas was furious. He was almost fanatically anti drugs.
"You and this crew won't be enjoying any runs into Bangkok except for your court martial's. We are going straight back to base."
He lifted off and set course for their base.
"Chas." Chas looked at Adisak who was now pointing a revolver at him.
"I like you, Chas, but I can't allow you to do that. You will return to our pick up point, now."
There was no point in arguing, Adisak was making it quite clear that either he complied or he would be dead and dispatched from the door of the chopper. The two crewmen were both holding evil looking knives ready to act. So, he did as he was told.
They landed as before and exited the chopper after Chas had closed it down. The groups of little men appeared again, but this time they were carrying camouflage netting, and within minutes the chopper was covered completely and would, he knew, be invisible from the air. They were about five miles inside Laos so he doubted a ground patrol would penetrate this far so the chopper would remain hidden.
Chas's arms were tied behind his back and a loop of rope was thrown over his head and pulled fairly tight round his neck. Adisak tied the other end round his waist and told Chas.
"Keep up with me and you continue to breath."
The crewmen took Chas's flight bag and tied it to one of the mules that had presumably brought part of the drug load and they set off along a barely discernible jungle trail.
They walked at a good pace for nearly two hours and Chas guessed from their direction of march that they were now about thirteen or fourteen miles inside Laos. No chance of rescue from here was his thought.
The leader of the drug smugglers met them on arrival at a very pretty little village set back a little way from a river and concealed by trees. Between the trees and the river was an expanse of grass on which lots of boys of all ages were playing.
The leader gave an order and Chas was pleased to be released from his restraints. He wasn't pleased at the next order that was translated for him by Adisak.
"Take off all your clothes Chas, including your boots and socks. Don't protest or argue because if you do the leader will have you whipped, I promise you."
Chas looked at the leader and thought Adisak might be right and he could hardly consider escaping if he had been whipped, he couldn't think about escaping naked either, but that wasn't his first thought, so he stripped blushing furiously as he removed his underpants. There were about twenty of the little men stood round as he stood up, covered his groin and received applause.
"Stand normally, Chas, the leader wants his men to see their new plaything."
Less and less Chas liked this situation, but he couldn't see any way to improve it at the moment. He didn't have anything to be ashamed of in between his legs but he wasn't an exhibitionist.
Adisak scoped him out thoroughly and then nodded to the two crewmen who moved in and started stroking Chas's body. He jumped back and pushed the crewmen away. Adisak still had the rope in his hands that had been tied to Chas so he swung it in such a way that it impacted Chas with some force making him squeal with the shock.
"Don't ever move until you are told to Chas or I have been told to punish you."
The boys resumed stroking him and despite concentrating on other things he couldn't help but get an erection. Lots more cheering from the watching men, soon to be joined by some of the inquisitive boys from the playing field, Chas felt even more embarrassed. Things got worse. Adisak took the camera from Chas's bag and made him squat by a nearby wall while he took a photo.
"Open your legs nice and wide Chas, let's get a good shot of that cock."
It was a good shot as well, he showed it to Chas as ribald comments were made about the size of his cock.
"I'm glad you won't be using that on me. But I promise you I will be using mine on you."
Chas was quite shocked at that comment, he had no idea he would be expected to indulge in boy/boy sex. He was a dedicated top, but he had seen a load of Thai boys during his sexual romps and they were all quite small in the cock department so he didn't think Adisak would cause him much trouble and he guessed the Laotians would be the same.
The two crewmen left him alone once he was erect, but one of the village boys jumped in and took Chas's cock in his hand and stroked it, looking up at Chas and grinning.
"I like your cock, but I'll like it even more when I hold on to it while I fuck you."
Adisak was laughing so hard he could hardly speak to translate.
Chas looked shocked at the little lad in front of him. He could only have been about fourteen. Adisak guessed Chas's thoughts on the subject.
"He is old enough to use his man tool, on you Chas."
Short conversation and then Adisak spoke again.
"He wants to see your man pussy, so open your legs wide and bend over. Use your hands to pull your cheeks apart."
He refused point blank until he felt a searing pain across his buttocks. One of the crewmen had picked up a small bamboo stick and swung it just the once. Chas was bent over legs well spread and his hands pulling his cheeks apart. He felt a finger penetrate him and wanted to die of shame.
There was more talking between the leader, Adisak and the boy.
"The leader says you are to go with the boy and do anything he asks. The boy is his son so I would be very careful Chas if you want to keep your hide."
The boy led Chas to a village house set apart from the others and fenced completely. It was quite pretty and Chas guessed this was the head man's home. Before entering the house the boy took him by the hand to the back where there was a small outhouse that turned out to be a bathroom of sorts, at least it had a shower and the boy quickly undressed and taking Chas's hand again led him under the shower head before pulling a cord to unleash the water. He gave Chas a bar of soap and said, "Wash."
Chas looked at him and said, "You speak English?" The boy grinned and in perfect English said, "Of course, I have only just returned home after my `A' Levels. I was at Harrow school."
Chas was almost speechless. "So you are eighteen?"
"Yes, and my name is Lek, I know you are Chas and you are a helicopter pilot."
Chas nodded.
"Well let's get washed and you can take me to bed and fly me to the moon."
He looked a little uncertain for a moment.
"You do know how to make love to a boy, don't you?"
Chas smiled and thought, `this won't be a bad life if I am going to be able to make love to little cutie's like this.'
"Mmm, yes I do, and I think I will take much pleasure making love to you."
Showers complete, by which time both young men were sporting very hard cocks.Chas thought Lek's was very pretty, quite small with a straggly array of pubic hair. That didn't matter, what was important to Chas was the fact that Lek was almost to pretty to be a boy, he looked very young, his body was slim and mature but not muscled, he was very pale apart from the two pretty little nipples. He had no further hair on his body apart from under his arms.
`I am going to take great pleasure in making love to this boy', was Chas's thought as they walked into the house to a bedroom with a large bed surrounded by mosquito netting. The room was light and airy with a large opening that looked out on the back garden.
They fell onto the bed and Lek grabbed Chas's cock.
"That is very big, you will be very gentle when you put it in my bottom, won't you?"
Chas kissed the boy on the lips.
"Of course I will, I want you to enjoy this as much as I know I am going to."
Lek was impatient so before he was ready to be so far advanced in their love making Chas found himself 69ing with the boy.
"Slow down little man or this is going to be over before we've begun."
He swivelled round and kissed Lek gently, all over his face.
"I'm going to take you off to Paradise but we need time for me to do that."
Lek giggled. "Next time, this time I just want you to open me up and fuck me. I have a tube of KY Gel."
Chas laughed, but he did take quite a long time to open up the boy before he slid gently over his sphincter in the missionary position. A small spike of pain, a little wriggle and then a big smile.
"That feels wonderful Chas, you can go all the way now."
The fuck didn't last long. Chas was so turned on by this pretty boy, but they both had serious orgasms and were soon in a tight cuddle afterwards.
"I know it will be better if I let you take your time, but that was marvellous, Chas, I think I am going to enjoy having you as my lover. I hope my father won't let too many of the men have you as well."
That wasn't what Chas wanted to hear, but making love to this boy would be exceptional he was sure.
Another quick shower and Chas was given back his underwear. He knew he looked ridiculous wandering round in just his briefs, but it was still better than being naked. Lek showed him round the village. It was so pretty, and very clean. The hard packed earth that made up the village streets was swept clear of any debris. The houses were all made from bamboo with palm fronds making up the roofs. They were all raised off the ground with neat sets of steps leading up to them.
"During the monsoons the river rises very high and floods the village. We move the livestock to higher ground and move around in canoes."
Lek explained to Chas and took him to the higher pastures showing him the paddocks for the domestic animals. Well clear of the village, Chas realised he could make a break for it. Lek, almost as though he knew what Chas was thinking spoke.
"Please don't Chas, you would not get far in bare feet and not knowing the jungle trails. When you were caught my father would string you up to punish you before keeping you in a below ground cage."
Chas looked at his new lover and guessed he was quite perceptive.
"I know you will think about it, and want to return to your own people. I promise you it will happen one day, but not until my father moves to a different location. If you settle in to this life and behave as my father decrees you will live well and not be punished or required to do any manual labour. He may well force you to fly drugs occasionally."
Chas was torn, he did want to get out, and if possible show troops where this village was. Having carried out jungle survival training he realised that with absolutely no equipment even the relatively small distance to the Thai border would probably be impossible, and even then there would be many miles inside Thailand before he would reach population and these little men wouldn't worry about borders.
They wandered back to the village where the headman summoned them. He spoke at length with his son before Lek, not looking very happy, translated the discussion for Chas.
"My father says you are to make yourself available to the men and boys of the village whenever they want you for sex. You are to be enthusiastic, particularly with the boys. I will be your master and father has given permission for you to live in my house. That will mean you sleeping in my bed."
Lek had a wide grin on his face as he said that.
"You are also to start learning our language. I will be your teacher and we will spend most afternoons together while I teach you. I will like that, Chas, I will teach you the language of love."
Chas thought about this and realised that apart from multiple sex partners his life here would be much better than he might have expected. A frown spread across his face as he realised his parents would be mortified thinking he was dead
"Lek I don't think I could promise never to try to escape, but I will only do that if I think I have a close to 100% chance of succeeding. I would like, however, to ask a very big favour. Can you get word to the authorities in Thailand that I am alive and well, and will be looked after until an appropriate time when I will be released? I have elderly parents and I am their only child."
Lek was not unfeeling and wanted to please this Englishman who was a gentle and considerate lover.
"I will talk to my father, Chas, I am sure you will be allowed at least one letter if you do not annoy him."
The end result was Chas being able to write a letter to his parents to go out with the next load of drugs.
He slept with Lek that night and realised that the little village house was actually his. His parents lived in a larger house at the edge of the village.
Making love to this small Laotian boy that night was exquisite. Chas took a very long time so that when he entered him the boy was begging him to fuck him hard. The reality was a very long fuck using long slow strokes until both of them had monumentally severe orgasms that left both of them gasping for breath. Damp cloths to clean up and then, surprising to Chas, a long and deep sleep. It had, after all been an incredible day.