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by M.B. Linders
Published by M.B. Linders at Lot’s Cave
Sergeant Daddy, © 2017, M.B. Linders
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All Characters In This Book Are Age 18 Or Older
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A Lot’s Cave Novel
The Army during the early '80's was a manly occupation. No gays need apply. However, the reality was that there were more closeted gays in the Army than you could shake a stick at...or a dick at, to be more precise. I joined up because it was kind of expected of me. Trace my male ancestors and you'd see a long unbroken line of military service. I was lucky to even be alive, since there were a lot of casualties in that line. At least my ancestors had the good sense to have kids before they went out and got themselves killed.
Like I said, I was pretty much expected to join the military. As the oldest male (I had two older sisters and one younger brother) my father pressured me into joining, saying his career in the Army was the greatest thing that had happened to him. The only problem with that was that my proclivities weren't compatible with military life. I liked dick. Well, actually, I LOVED dick. I don't know if I was gay, since I did fuck a girl during my high school years, but I knew that I was at least bi. I'd discovered in my mid-teens what glory holes were in the bathroom of a run-down mall close to my house and I probably got more dick in my mouth than Jennifer Aculera, the high school class slut.
Still, there I was in basic training at Ft. Jackson, August 1980. I managed to bury my desires and drive on. From there I went to advanced individual training, then on to my first duty station. I had received the briefing about off-limits businesses when I signed in, and the list consisted of head shops and gay bars. They stressed what would happen if you were caught in one of the off-limits establishments so much that I typed the list out and put it in my wallet. For the first couple of months, every time I went off post I would double check the list before I stepped foot inside a business.
One Saturday about four months after I'd arrived, I'd gone downtown with a bunch of guys to barhop. A fight between us and some locals broke out and by the time the ambulance and the police cars rolled off, I was the only one left. The guy whose car we came in was one of the ones handcuffed in the back seat of a police car. I only had $8 left in my pocket, so I was stuck. I wandered around aimlessly for a while, trying to figure out where I was and how to get back to post. I was about to give up and flag down a cab to see how far $8 would take me when I was surprised to see my platoon sergeant and another guy, both in civilian clothes, walking into a bar. Relieved, I figured I could probably bum a ride off of him.
I followed them into the bar, and saw him sitting at a booth in a corner. As I walked over to them, I saw the man with him was the company First Sergeant. I also noticed that there were a lot of guys in the bar. In fact, I didn't see a single woman. I stopped, then stepped back out, looking at the list in my wallet. It was off-limits! What the hell was my platoon sergeant and my First Sergeant doing in an off-limits establishment?
I debated about going back in or not. I mean, it couldn't have been THAT bad if two senior enlisted men were in it. By the same token, I WASN'T senior enlisted. I was about as low is you could get in the Army. I hung around outside for about an hour, hoping that they'd come out but they never did. Plus, I was getting looks from guys going in and out of the bar that was getting me really horny. Finally, out of desperation, I went back in and walked up to them.
To say that they were surprised to see me would be an understatement. I quickly explained my situation and asked if I could get a ride back to post with them. The First Sergeant chuckled and motioned for me to sit down, then ordered a beer for me.
“You realize this place is off limits?” my platoon sergeant asked.
“Well, yeah,” I stammered, “but I really need a ride.”
My platoon sergeant snorted. “You can get an Article 15 if you get caught in here.” An Article 15 was non-judicial punishment that didn't require a court, and you could be restricted to the barracks and have part of your pay taken away.
“Well, maybe I should leave,” I offered. I didn't know how things worked, if they could report me for being here and not get in trouble themselves.
“No, no,” the First Sergeant replied. “You're with us. It'll be OK this one time.”
“Yes, First Sergeant,” I said. I was still nervous, but getting less nervous by the minute.
The First Sergeant gave me a stern look and said, “Here, in this place and not in uniform, call me Tom and him Doug. Only here, and only in civilian clothes. Call us by our first names anywhere else and I'll fuck up your world.”
Tom turned to Doug, cocked a thumb at me and said, “He reminds me of...fuck, what's his name? The cute little fucker in Alpha company in '68?”
Doug sipped his beer and stared off to the ceiling. “Johnston,” he said after a bit, then chuckled. “Yeah, I remember him. Good times. Outstanding little cocksucker. Tight ass too. Remember that night in the OP...me, you and him?”
“Fuck yeah,” Tom laughed. “You told him to keep watch while we took turns fucking him from behind.”
My eyes went wide. “You two are...gay?”
Doug smiled. “Senior enlisted, both with the Silver Star, are not gay. Senior enlisted with the Silver Star are 'confirmed bachelors'. Right?”
“Damn straight,” Tom answered with a chuckle, then took a sip from his beer.
I drank my beer in silence. I was scared as hell, and kinda turned on at the same time. Doug finished his beer and set the bottle down with a sense of finality.
“No reason to hang around here, you think?” he asked Tom, giving me a glance.
“Nope, not at all,” Tom said, draining the last of his beer and standing up.
They started to walk out, then stopped and turned to me. “You coming?” Doug asked.
I scrambled to my feet and quickly followed them out. We walked a few blocks away to a parking lot, and ended up in front of a late model sedan. Tom unlocked it and got in the driver's seat. I got in the back seat and was surprised when Doug followed me. I thought he'd get up front with Tom.
“Take the long way back,” Doug said to Tom. As Tom pulled out of the parking spot, Doug reached down, unzipped his fly, and pulled his dick out. I stared at him, shocked. What the hell?
“Go ahead,” he said, stroking his dick into hardness. “You know you want to. I kinda figured you were a little fairy when you signed in. That's why I had Tom put you in my platoon, so I could keep an eye on you and make sure.”
I didn't answer. Yeah, he was right...I wanted to suck his cock. It'd been over a year since I had a hard, fat cock in my mouth, and I could feel my mouth get wet with saliva. At the same time, though, I was afraid it was a trap. He couldn't be this brazen, could he? I imagined me taking his cock into my mouth and then getting beat up and kicked out of the Army. My folks had no clue that I loved dick, and I knew the shame I'd feel for getting kicked out of the Army for being a cocksucker.