An American officer leaving for Vietnam intended to be faithful to his wife. A half-Chinese sergant introduced him to girls, but he turned them down. The man then brought him a 13-year-old boy, Chonny, saying, "He's a sweet boy and wants to love you. Why don't you relax and enjoy him?" So he did. "I'd been gone from my wife for a long time and I was ready for something. I figured that this kind of jacking-off with a boy was more loyal to my wife than chasing after girls as all my friends were doing. From then on, I slept with Chonny a couple of nights a week. (...)
At first he was very docile, eager to please me. As he grow older - I think he was a late developer - he became more aggressive himself. I grew so fond of him I wouldn't do anything to hurt him for the world. (...) He had marvelous hands (...) for making me feel good. I'd never been much for massage, and so forth, but I swear he was so good he could give me an orgasm just by massaging me.
Chonny was also very religious, and he said the body is holy - by which he meant something different from what I had been taught at Sunday school in Texas. He said that when we enjoyed each other sexually we were worshipping. Sometimes he would sing religious songs to me as we made love, and he would pray each time he came - which for him was several times a night. (...) I rew up thinking of myself as a pretty good kid, so I knew it was sinful when I played with myself - with Chonny, however, it was just the opposite, a gift of the gods or something like that. The sin - in Chonny's eyes - was to fail to please me.