“I haven’t been able to convince Douglas to return and serve. Gay sex “You said I could return if I stopped doing what gave me pleasure, Neal. They can send aerial coverage to me here.”“That won’t work, Douglas. He’d spend the evening painting from the sketches and his memory of the pose and the night fucking his houseboy, Mya Khywa—or maybe the other eighteen-year-old houseboy, Maung Wai—himself.Maung Wai had come up the Irrawaddy on the three-day, ninety-mile, as the crow flew, river journey with Soe Pyne and me. You cannot tell me that you weren’t pleasured both in the deflowering of yourself and of the taking of other young men.”“No, I can’t tell you I didn’t take pleasure from that. General Nakamura, followed by his two shadows, had climbed up to the terrace and strutted toward the interior of the restaurant. Deeper and deeper he went into my soft core, and I opened and yielded to him there and gave him everything. But after you left, I—”“Soe Pyne tells me you are fully involved in it now, here in Burma. I have transportation ready.” His gesture turned my attention to the path below the terrace, where there was an ox cart with Maung Wai in the driver’s box.“The Int Corps?” Douglas Ames asked,
