This is going to be my first story, so bear with me. All facts are true to the best of my forgetful mind.
I joined the Army when I was 18. The reason for it was that I was drinking and drugging regularly and woke up one morning in a house where I didn't know where I was at. There was a comedian in the 90's who joked about having to go outside to get the address of where you woke up in the morning, in order to get a cab.
On the way home I knew I needed something different, or I would end up like all my other relatives. Sadly, I think I ended up worse, because by joining the Army I was free of the restraints of my mother and was free of the fears of my family.
A little history beforehand. I would walk the river as a young man, and during the 90's people would hook up along the river. I soon got ballsy and began hitting the bookstores, and then the gay clubs. I learned that being gay was awesome, but also very, very private... and scary. AIDS and gay hatred were in full bloom, and I know that everyone I grew up with knew I was gay.
Now back to the story. There was this hot guy in his thirties who was polish, he was the fastest runner, best person at PT, and was all around a great leader. We ended up finishing basic training together, and went on to Airborne School, and after that another school. We ended up one night at a bar together, in a little town of Georgia, where we got picked up by a gay dude. My buddy (who had big ass polish dick) skipped out into the bathroom, never to speak of the experience again.
Being the gay little queen that I was I continued to hang out with that fellow, eventually going with him to the only gay bar in town (Pillow Talk, Ironic, i know, but true).
One evening well at Pillow Talk, my new group of friends had a new guy with him. Hot as fuck, 6'2",210 pounds, he was at the time the hottest guy I had ever met (that was gay). At one point during the night, I got up to go to the bathroom, I didn't know it but he followed me in. The next thing I knew I was being thrown up against the wall, unable to fight back.
Here is where a little bit of explanation is needed. My unit was unique in that we had a special haircut that no one else in the Army had. The idea that he was the same as I was a bigger turn on. I felt alone at that time, always having comradery but never feeling like there was any like me (Sadly the story of my life).
Well, this is where the fun begins, I found out that not only was he like me, but he was also an instructor at the school every strived to get to. This beautiful man took me to his school that night where I feel I had my first gay experience, I remember that although he was beautiful and had a beautiful cock, he was a total bottom.
As I was fucking him, I remember the students at the school doing their patrols. Being a skinny guy, with no dignity, I felt as though I had climbed Mount Everest (trust me he was that big).
I will say this to all you young bucks, if you decide to the unthinkable, and take extreme chances, use it for all that it can give you. I was a skinny gay kid who couldn't throw for fuck. He offered to help me later on, and I refused. One of the many wrong choices I made in that situation. I am reminded of the Spartans, who cared for one another, giving guidance, love, and tough guidance when needed, only for the end result being a better soldier.
I think of him often, and hope that he is okay, and that he found love, and didn't have to cower after the Army.