12-3 - IN THE MILITARY

DON’T WORRY, I WON’T ASK AND I WON’T TELL

WARNING

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By Kevin McLean

I know what you are thinking; that perhaps I fall in love or lust too easily. That may be so, but I met this soldier just a few days before he was to be deployed to Kiwait. That was one fast and furious war and fortunately we didn’t suffer casualties to speak of.

But the element of danger was there and Steve was a bit apprehensive about it. In any case, there was no timetable, no telling when or if he would be back so we departed for a three day weekend to Key West. We stayed at Island House and he helped with the expenses.

This was one last fling, one fleeting adventure for him and I was not fooling myself. I knew that it was not to be. Even if I had waited until he came back there was no guarantees he would still feel the same way about me. There would be some fooling around over there for sure although they would have to be discreet about it.

But Steve proved to be totally different. He wrote me a etter almost every day. He would tell me about his uneventful days and even the intimate conversations he had with other soldiers. He started then taking pictures, some of them very compromising and I treasure them.

Steve tells me in his letters that he is almost sure they are reading his mail, perhaps not the outgoing mail but certainly the incoming letters so he is telling me to be careful what I write.

When I think of those poor boys and yes some girls too, deployed in a strange land, exposing themselves to all kinds of danger and on top of that doing without all the modern conveniences and amenities I can’t help but cringe and feel sorry for them.

I feel doubly bad because I know they are not getting sexual satisfaction. Once in a while there might be an occasional blow job in one of the showers if there are showers where they are but the barracks are crowded and afford very little privacy.

Once in a great while Steve tells me he would be left behind and his platoon would go on an assignment. He tells me that there is this one supply clerk who is real cute and a total bottom and he gets it on with him; but that he says is a rarity because as privacy is a luxury being alone is an extravagance.

He wrote me the other day and told me that he was right in the middle of fucking his buddy John in the store room when an unexpected visitor caught them in the act. There were some tense moments as the son of a bitch appeared to be very homophobic but seeing them in such compromising position seemed to have gotten him sexually aroused and he actually came over closer to where they were and pulled out his dick and John had to suck him off as a price for his silence. Steve tells me that now poor John has to do him on a regular basis along with three other buddies of his. According to Steve, this guy is a Brigadier General and not very good looking.

What a waste of manhood, how many opportunities just thrown away…and we are not talking about those who pay the ultimate price. When you think of those virile, horny young men going to bed at night and sporting erections that may last through the night until there is some sexual release you think how wonderful it would be if you could just be there as a sex worker and take care of all of them.

Fortunately, the Gulf War was very brief. After the Allied forces chased and obliterated Saddam Hussein’s Republican Guard; Steve tells me that he felt sorry for them. Not only were they outgunned but outnumbered and thousands of them just laid down their arms and waved white surrender flags. Steve wasn’t there long because the next thing I see is a letter from Germany. He had been transferred as the troops were returning after reinstalling the government of Kwait.

At least now Steve will have some creature comforts and once in a while he will be able to enjoy some R&R time and this is in Europe, just hours away by train to anywhere. Steve tells me that the base where he is stationed is in a rural area, away from the towns and still there is a certain element of isolation. But he can be at the train station 45 minutes away and has already been to Hamburg and to Hannover. Next weekend he has five days off and he intends to go to Berlin. Knowing Steve he will end up either at one of the many bathhouses or one of those bars where there is a backroom and he will be fucking any ass that places itself in front of his cock.

Steve wrote me shortly after his return from Berlin. He said he went to a couple of those seedy bars and he fucked his brains out. Then the next day he spent almost the whole day at the bathhouse. He hooked up with a couple of Dutch boys who were on vacation and spent the next two days he had left just fucking their brains out. One more thing: Steve was telling me he got a tattoo…did not describe it nor did he say what part of his body he got it done.

Steve has nine more months left in the service. However, he knows he is not coming back to Miami. I will just have to go visit him in Ohio. He is a good sport, a nice person and boy can he fuck with that nine inch cock of his.