I am retired military. I served in Vietnam as enlisted and then in Gulf War as an officer. I have a real job in the real world but write for cathartic therapy. I am not a trained writer nor do I use a professional editor, so please forgive my errors. I do proof and spell check. If you discover a spelling error or misuse of word or idiom please contact me so I may correct my error.
Over the years I've compiled stories about Vietnam War veterans and hope to publish them one day. Although I am not a trained psychologist I am a trained facilitator. I founded more than a couple support groups for veterans over the years, facilitated groups or spoken to veteran's groups on occasions. Please accepted my writings and future writings on face value and try not to read too deep into the subject. My writing is from personal experience and gleaned from stories told to me by veterans. My stories are written for entertainment and catharsis, but also to shed light on many subjects that face returning veterans, especially Vietnam Veterans.
I extend special thanks to the many Vietnam War veterans who shared and continue to share their personal stories with me over the years to make my stories happen.
[A list of other works posted on Nifty and GayDemon over the years by Randall/Randy:
Randall Rumper on Nifty:
Marine Home On Leave, Chapters 1 to 58; Weekend Pass In A Texas Town; Latchkey Kid Turns A Profit, Chapters 1 to 11; Christmas Cocks, Chapters 1 to 36; Tails of Rump Rangers, Chapters 1 to 6.
Randall Rumster on Gaydemon:
Concealed Weapon, Chapters 1 and 2; Tails of Rump Rangers.]
Randall Rumster Stories
Below you can find the complete collection of stories by Randall Rumster.
Before Juan pulled off his T-shirt, I could see his hard nipples protruding through the fabric of his T-shirt. Once the shirt came off what a magnificent toned upper body and washboard abs.
I snapped my head around to see a good-looking blond hair lad wearing fashionable sunglasses and a blue mesh half T-shirt with black numerals 69 on the front, sitting astride a red 20-inch Sting Ray bicycle
Mark couldn't get the imposing image of Kelley's cock and magnificent cockhead out of his head, but it wasn't just his cock. The young man's entire body beckoned.
Mark could see the outline of Boomer on his knees in position at the foot of the bed performing oral sex on Mark's stiff member. Intently Mark watched the paratrooper's tongue artfully encircle the purplish cor
With Ian graduating on Saturday afternoon nothing prevented me from pursuing him not only as a protege, but maybe a sexual partner. I would be in the crowd watching Ian receive his diploma and awards. He'd occupied my thoughts since he left class, most of the afternoon with a boner.
There he sat in all his sensuous splendor as he'd done so many Tuesday and Thursday afternoons throughout the spring semester. His muscular legsopening and closing, unable to relax. His brawny upper body did justice to the wife beater style school jersey he wore, but what caught my attention every afternoon - the red shorty shorts with white piping - and the white mesh netting in the right leg opening.

The lean mean ex Army Ranger rolled off his partner onto his back, breathing heavily and sweating profusely. The former Army officer had just experienced the most explosive climax of his life from a couple three hours of mind-blowing man sex. Once he caught his breath he bellowed, "Hooah!"