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A Marine Gets Naked, Part 1

by Blindside


The day had finally come. After four years in the Marine Corps, I would be discharged at noon from the Southern California base. At 22 years old, I had my whole life ahead of me. I wasn’t sure what I was going to do, other than walk out the post gate…a free man.

The worst part was yesterday morning, when I reported for my physical exam. Seems the corps wants to make sure you’re in top shape, even as you walk out the door. A medic had escorted me to an exam room, told me to get naked and have a seat on the table. Shortly thereafter, a Navy doctor entered the room…with the medic…and commenced checking me out…from head to toe. The medic seemed to take a great deal of interest when the doctor examined my penis and balls. I’m sure the medic was queer.

At precisely noon, I was handed my walking papers. I quickly gathered my stuff, walked out of the headquarters door, and hailed a cab. From the post, I went directly to the bus station…again, not knowing exactly were I was going. Not wanting to make a hasty decision, I checked my belongings in a locker and headed across the street for some lunch. By now, it’s about 1:30 pm.

The lunch crowd had disbursed, and I had a seat at the bar…ordering a beer and sandwich. I was still in uniform, so it was painfully obvious I was a Marine, albeit ex-marine.

After chowing down, another Marine took a seat at the bar. We exchanged glances and, of course, asked the usual questions. I introduced myself as Tom…his name was Rick, and was also a sergeant. Turns out Rick had another year left in the corps before discharge. Tough luck, I thought.

“So tell me Tom,” said Rick, “What are your plans?”

“Ah,” I replied, “Probably head east maybe go to school…maybe get a job…don’t really have any firm plans.”

“So why don’t you stay in Southern California?” asked Tom, apparently trying to make conversation.

“Ah…no reason,” I said, “Wouldn’t mind, I guess. There’s probably plenty of colleges and universities around…and I suppose it wouldn’t be too hard to find a job.”

“Well, you’re welcome to bunk with me until you decide,” said Rick, apparently not really caring what I did.

“Ah…well, I guess that’d be okay,” I replied, figuring it’d give me several days to think through what the hell I wanted to do in life.

“Where’s your stuff?” asked Rick.

“Ah…across the street at the bus station,” I replied.

“Well…go get your bags…I’ll pull my car around,” said Rick, as he pulled out a 20 dollar bill and paid both tabs. I thanked him for the lunch and headed out the door to retrieve my bags.

Rick pulled up at the curb in front of the bus station in…get this…a brand new red convertible. I tossed my bags in the trunk and got in the car.

“Some car Rick,” I said, as the wind blew what little hair I had.

“Yeah,” said Rick, “It’s great. Only got it last week.” I wondered how he could afford such an automobile on a paltry sergeant’s salary. Well, it’s probably none of my business.

After about fifteen minutes, we arrived at Rick’s apartment. It was one of those ‘luxury garden apartments,’ or so it was advertised on the sign as we entered the complex. Rick helped me carry my stuff to the apartment.

“Wow!” I said, entering the apartment, “this is really nice,” again wondering how he could afford such a place. Again, it was none of my business.

Unfortunately there was only one bedroom, but Rick said I could crash on the couch. That was fine with me. Rick made room in the closet for some of my stuff, and I was struck by the number of clothes he had. And I mean good clothes.--nothing cheap here. Mmmm.

I changed out of my uniform into some cut-offs and a t-shirt. Rick kept his uniform on, for what reason I don’t know. We chatted for a while and consumed a few beers. After about an hour, I simply couldn’t stand myself any longer.

“So Rick,” I asked, “How do you afford that fancy car and this nice apartment?”

“Well,” replied Rick, “I do some work on the side when not on duty.”

Mmmm. I knew of several Marines that indeed had part-time jobs, but nothing that would produce income like this. “So what line of work do you do?” I asked, again knowing it was none of my business.

“I do porn movies,” said Rick, without hesitation.

“Oh my!” I said, “You mean you get paid to get fucked?”

“Well, kind of,” replied Rick, “Mostly I do ‘gay for pay’ videos.” I’d heard of this before…straight guys doing gay videos for money.

“Oh!” I said, “So…what’s it pay, if I may ask?”

“Well, it kind of depends on what you do,” replied Rick, “…for example, just a straight jack off doesn’t pay much. Sucking a guy’s dick pays better…and taking it up the ass pays a lot.”

“You mean you’ve been fucked in the ass?” I asked, horrified at the thought.

“Oh sure…depending on the size of the tool going up your ass, it really doesn’t hurt that much,” said Rick, not missing a beat, “…but the best pay is when you take a cum shot in the face.” (This whole conversation was becoming disgusting.) “In a good month, I can make anywhere between three and four thousand dollars,” said Rick.

Jesus! That’s real money, I thought. No wonder Rick had that nice car…and the apartment…and the clothes.

“So tell me Tom,” said Rick, “…you have any interest in doing videos? I can probably get you an audition.”

“Ah…no, I don’t think so,” I replied, even though the money sounded good.

“Look Tom,” said Rick, “You’ve got a good body…and nothing to loose. You can probably make enough money to pay for college and have some left over. And you only have to work about five or six days a month.”

“Yeah…maybe. Well, okay…if you want to set something up, I’ll give it a try,” I said, somewhat reluctantly.

“Great! I’ll go make the call now!” replied Rick, heading towards the phone.

Several minutes passed. I could hear Rick on the phone but couldn’t make out what he was saying. Finally he returned to the living room.

“It’s all set. Tonight at 8 pm. The director requested you wear your uniform,” announced Rick, “…and I’ll go with you…you know, moral support.”

The afternoon passed quickly, as Rick and I shot the shit…mostly about the Marine Corps and the experiences we’d both encountered. At about 6 pm, Rick fixed a light dinner and we watched some television. After that, I hit the shower, got cleaned up for my debut, and climbed into my uniform. Rick told me to wear briefs…not boxers. I didn’t exactly know why.

The studio was about 20 minutes from Rick’s apartment…we arrived shortly before 8 pm. There wasn’t any indication this was a business, since we entered an unmarked door at a strip mall just off the Interstate. Rick and I walked down a hallway to another door…, which read ‘CZM Productions’. The door was unlocked…Rick and I entered the room.

“Hey Rick,” said a middle age man, who had obviously just entered the room from the back. There were lots of lights hanging from the ceiling and a comfortable seating arrangement…more like a reception room.

“Hey Sir!” replied Rick “…this is my friend Tom.”

“Hey! Glad to meet ya,” replied the director, “Have a seat!” Another man entered the room, carrying a video camera. He was not introduced. Suddenly the lights came on, and the cameraman fired up his equipment.

“Okay Tom, I’m just going to asked you some questions…just relax…okay?” said the director, now perched on a bar stool. “So Tom, where ya from?”

“Ah…Arkansas…small town,” I replied.

“And I understand you want to do some porn,” said the director, “Ever done this type of work before?”

“Ah…yeah…I’d like to try, but no, I’ve never done anything like this before,” I replied, somewhat nervous.

“Well, you look mighty tough…all you Marines are…stand up, let’s take a look,” said the director, motioning me to stand up and turn around. “Mmmm, nice body. Where’d you find this guy Rick?” asked the director.

“Ha! Where else? A bar!” replied Rick, laughing.

The director asked me several more questions…mostly about what type of sex I liked… and whether or not I’d ever sucked another man’s dick…or taken it up the ass. That would be a ‘no’ and ‘no’. “Well Tom,” said the director, climbing off the bar stool, “Let’s go have some fun!” He motioned me to follow him down a hall. Rick followed. So did the cameraman.

We entered a medium sized room…the film set resembled a bedroomnicely appointed. The lights hanging from the ceiling were flipped on.

“OK Tom,” said the director, “Just remove your uniform … let’s see what you got. You can keep your underwear on … for now!”

I started to undress, wondering what I’d agreed to do. Once I was out of my uniform I stood before the director while he looked me over.

“Mmmm…nice body Tom…turn around!” said the director. I turned around, stood there for a few seconds…and resumed my previous position. “This guy’s hot Rick!”

“Okay Tom, just get on the bed. I’m going to turn on a fuck flick for you to watch … and we’re just going to see what comes up…ha!” snickered the director.

I lay down on the bed and started watching the television monitor. I’d seen plenty of porn movies, but this one was awesome. A big hairy guy was fucking the shit of out this oriental chick with a dong that must have been a foot long. She was screaming her lungs out as the man rearranged her plumbing. Naturally, my dick started to get hard.

Several minutes passed. Another man appeared in the movie and stuck his dick in the chick’s mouth. She was getting it from both ends. Now my dick was rock hard, and the tent in my underwear was painfully obvious.

“Okay Tom, just slip off your underwear…let’s see what kind of man you are!” said the director. Well, the moment of truth had arrived. I slipped my shorts off, and my rock hard eight-inch uncut dick popped out.

“Holy shit Rick!” said the director, “You didn’t tell me this guy was hung like that!”

“Yeah…I didn’t know!” replied Rick. You’d think these two guys had never seen a cock before. I think even the cameraman was impressed.

“Okay Tom,” said the director, “Just start masturbating yourself and keep watching the movie!”

I grabbed some lube off the nightstand and started jacking off. “Keep it slow, Tom,” said the director, “…and be sure and let me know when you’re going to cum.”

About five minutes passed. The cameraman was moving around the bed, covering every angle of my performance. “Hey Rick,” said the director, “I think Tom might need a trim.” He was obviously referring to my thick bush. “Yeah…I can take care of that…easy!” replied Rick, as the two continued to watch me jack off.

Another five minutes passed…I knew it wouldn’t be long before I blew my load. The director had me turn around on all fours and spread my cheeks…the cameraman zoomed in on my butt hole, as I continued jacking off. Returning to my back, my balls signaled the fact I was about to erupt.

“Ah…I think I’m about to cum!” I announced, still beating my dick. The cameraman came closer.

“Anytime, Tom,” replied the director, moving forward on his bar stool.

“Shit!” I shouted, “Here it comes!” A stream of cum came flying from my dick, landing on my chest. A second stream flew out, bouncing off my arm onto the dark blue bedspread. Then a few little dribbles emerged, leaving me breathless. There was sweat on my forehead. Let me tell you, this is hard work!

“Well…that was great Tom. I think we can use you!” said the director, tossing me a wet towel to clean up, “Stand up! Let’s get another look at you!”

I stood up, dick still semi-hard. “Yeah!” said the director, “You’ll do nicely. Rick, I think we have a winner here!”

After I got dressed, the director gave me a contract to look over, saying, “I can use you on Tuesday…10 am. We’ll team you up with another Marine. This is going to be sweet!”

Rick and I returned to the apartment…in silence. I didn’t know what he might be thinking. Entering the apartment, Rick said, “You were great man! …And that dick of yours is incredible!” I acknowledged his complement…told him I was born with it!

Rick and I shot the shit for several minutes, recounting my recent performance. Actually, it was pretty neat, showing off my handsome body and big dick. “Okay big boy!” said Rick, “We need to take care of that bush. Get the fuck out of that uniform and we’ll get you trimmed for your Tuesday shoot.”

I headed towards the bedroom to chuck my uniform…probably for the last time…and returned to the living room wearing only my briefs. Rick was tinkering with some portable barber sheers, changing the batteries.

Come over here Tom…don’t be shy! Off with the underwear!” said Rick, firing up the sheers. I dropped my briefs and stood naked before Rick, waiting for my ‘trim’…

To be continued …

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Examination of the Police Force, Part 5

It was Wednesday morning. The schedule was packed in the morning, what with several sports injuries that had to be dealt with. After lunch, yet another policeman would be coming for his physical. Hope he didn’t have an attitude like the last one, or some fat slob like the second one. Hopefully, I’d be done by 3 pm, as I was planning to take the remainder of the week off…play some golf, and

Examination of the Police Force, Part 6

Having just returned from vacation, I was having re-entry problems. After a busy Monday morning, the receptionist informed me that another cop was scheduled for a physical exam at 3 pm. Maybe I needed to reevaluate my contract with the police administration office…I really didn’t need the business, although the money was nothing to sneeze about…just the time it took to do the exams. I was

Examination of the Police Force, Part 7

After examining the last cop, I decided that perhaps it would be best to terminate my relationship with the police force. I quickly reviewed the terms of the contract and luckily found a clause, which would allow me to cancel. I therefore had the receptionist draft a cancellation letter (the contract required 5 days written notice). In the meantime, and unbeknownst to me, an appointment had

Future Father In-Law Examination

After returning to college after the holiday break, I was introduced to Michelle by one of my fraternity brothers. My name is Gary. God she was pretty…and smart. Michelle and I fell in love immediately. We were both in our senior year and would be graduating in May. I couldn’t believe the luck I’d had, finding the perfect girl. By early March, Michelle and I decided to get married

Guilty or Innocent?

To make a long story short, the police arrested me on a Monday morning for allegedly forcing a young woman (hereafter referred to as ‘bitch’ or ‘cunt’) to perform oral sex in the restroom of a mid-town bar. Unfortunately, I just happened to be at the bar where the incident occurred, which wasn’t a good sign. Fortunately, I had an attorney friend who not only bailed me out of jail, but also

Guilty or Innocent?

To make a long story short, the police arrested me on a Monday morning for allegedly forcing a young woman (hereafter referred to as ‘bitch’ or ‘cunt’) to perform oral sex in the restroom of a mid-town bar. Unfortunately, I just happened to be at the bar where the incident occurred, which wasn’t a good sign. Fortunately, I had an attorney friend who not only bailed me out of jail, but also

Hemorrhoids and a Hard-On

I absolutely, positively, had to do something about my hemorrhoids. The pain was awful! And the scratching was disgusting! I must have the most ugly butt hole on the planet! Something had to be done! Not having seen a doctor since my college days, naturally I was apprehensive to start now. And notwithstanding that fact, I didn’t even have a regular physician. Certainly, I wasn’t going to

Masturbation Therapy

Having been married for about 10 years with two kids, my wife and I decided it was time for me to have a vasectomy. She had been on the pill, but was unhappy with the side effects. Additionally, my wife was scared to death of having another child, which resulted in infrequent sexual intercourse. This is pretty tough on a 30-year-old still horny bastard. At least my wife would give me several

Military Doc, Part 1

During my senior year in college, one of my professors suggested I attend medical school. I was a smart kid, and would graduate with a degree in biology. The trouble with this suggestion however, was the fact I had no money. There was a solution however, and that was to let the military pay for med school, knowing full well I’d have to commit to eight years in the army. Well, one does what

Military Doc, Part 2

After spending one year in the middle of nowhere, I was transferred back state side. After my arrival however, I decided being on an isolated base in the Pacific wasn’t so bad after all. The military medical facility I was assigned was very large and filled with a multitude of doctors. Upon my arrival, I was ushered into the office of the head physician. I was about to learn he was a

Military Doc, Part 3

After a year of hell working stateside for General “shit head”, I got transferred to a medium sized military base in Europe. This was now my third year of my eight-year commitment to the military. Time was going very slowly. Upon my arrival at the base, I was assigned to emergency room duties. This was okay with me, as it would give me some additional experience as well as allow me to

Military Doc, Part 4

It was my fourth year of indentured servitude with the Military medical team. I really wasn’t too anxious to leave Europe, but didn’t have a choice when reassigned to a stateside facility on the west coast. The base was a combination of various functions, including a recruitment and high-tech training center. I would be working in the hospital, making rounds and sometimes alternating in the

Military Doc, Part 5

It was the beginning of my fifth year as a military doctor. I was somewhat concerned that nothing had been said regarding a transfer, although my current assignment at a west coast facility was okay with me. The warm weather suited me just fine. On a Monday morning, the chief medical officer called me to his office. “Major, we’d like you to stay in this area. Would that be acceptable?”

Military Doc, Part 6

So here I am in year six of my commitment to the military, which landed me on the east coast at a large medical facility. At first I was assigned to the emergency room, where I dealt mainly with military dependents. This was basically shit duty, particularly dealing with officer’s wives and their spoiled children. Everyone thinks they’re special. After several months of the emergency room,

Military Doc, Part 7

It was now year seven of my military obligation. Two more years to go, and I’d be out on my own and hopefully making some serious money. I’d had about enough military as any one individual should have to take in a lifetime. Leaving the east coast, the military transferred me to sunny Florida. I was assigned to a small base of approximately 1,500 men and women. I wasn’t quite sure what the

Military Doc, Part 8

Finally! This was the final year of my military career! I started out marking off the days on the calendar, but discontinued that practice after it became clear it was only prolonging the agony! My last assignment was back to the west coast, where I was put in charge of the recruitment center. Among other duties, it was my charge to ensure all the hunky young recruits were in the best of

My Friend Skip - Part 1

After twenty years of marriage, my wife and I decided to divorce. We had simply grown apart. She had her life and I had mine. Being the nice guy, I moved out and settled into an apartment. I decided that women were nothing but trouble, and thus made no effort to find female companionship. Five months after the divorce, my life was less than perfect. After work, I would typically stop by

My Prostate Exam

“Okay, sir…if you’ll just stand up and lift your gown, we’ll finish your exam.” So there I was, practically naked, standing before a doctor I’d never seen before. After turning 40 years of age, my employer insisted I have a complete physical exam. I lifted the skimpy gown, exposing my manhood to the doctor, who had rolled up a small stool, put on some gloves, and took a seat. “Just relax,

Sir! Yes Sir!, Part 1

To make a long story short, I grew up in a totally dysfunctional household. My parents were the town drunks, which meant I had little or no supervision. Nor did I have any siblings to hang out with. Nor did we have any money to speak of. My dad worked odd jobs and made just enough money to survive on. Of course there was always money for liquor. By the way, my name is Cooper, but they call

Sir! Yes Sir!, Part 2

Part 2 Arriving at the training base, I checked in with the officer of the day who assigned me to a barracks. “You’ll be bunking temporarily upstairs in this building with a sergeant. We’re out of room in the barracks you’re suppose to be in.” I grabbed my stuff, headed upstairs, and found my room. It was somewhat small, with two bunks, two closets, several chairs, a small couch, and a

Sir! Yes Sir!, Part 3

Part 3 The following morning, I boarded a Military Air Command flight heading east. I loved California and was in hopes I would be able to return. I was sitting in the back of the plane, next to a black lieutenant. About 70 minutes into the flight, the pilot came on the public address system, “Gentlemen, we have a slight problem with the aircraft, and I’m going to make an unscheduled

Sir! Yes Sir!, Part 4

Part 4 The morning after I sucked off the corporal in the steam room, I headed to the warehouse, wondering if the corporal would make good on his promise. Once at the warehouse, we all lined up for roll call and the corporal started to make assignments for the day. Then it came my turn. “Cooper … report to the office. I have a job for you.” Yeah, I’ll bet … a blowjob. As I broke ranks

Sir! Yes Sir!, Part 5

Part 5 The following morning, I headed to the infirmary for my physical exam that the sergeant had explained was necessary for my promotion to corporal. I’d had a physical at military basic training that was run like a cattle car where 20 naked men were humiliated by overzealous medics. I remember several guys got a hardon, which was not overlooked by the medics. Once at the infirmary, I

Sir! Yes Sir!, Part 6

Part 6 Arriving in California, I took the military bus from the airport to the base where this all started. In addition to a recruitment center, the base also served other functions such as logistics and commissioned officer training. Nothing much had changed at the base since I had left. Once on the base, I headed to the administration building to check in. There was a corporal at the

Sports Medicine

Our next installment takes a strange and bizarre twist. A newly married coed (and apparently a nymphomaniac at that) consults with our doctor about her bridegroom’s poor performance in bed. It was late in the spring semester and I was looking forward to taking a break during the summer months. Being a doctor can be stressful, and perhaps it’d be a good idea to get away for a while. It was

Sports Medicine, Part 1

After graduation from medical school, I was very fortunate to join a group of doctors who had a thriving practice in a mid-sized university town. In fact, our offices were just opposite the university. They call me Doctor. I specialized in sports medicine, which generally deals with aches and pains such as tennis elbow, torn ligaments, and the like. Other doctors in the group all have their

Sports Medicine, Part 2

Picking up on our story, the doctor returns to the gymnasium for a second examination of three swimmers. Saturday morning arrived and I was flushed with excitement. Basically, I had tricked the coach into a second examination of three of his men, all of whom had the potential to pop a boner during a physical examination. Showing up at the gymnasium at 10:45am, I met with the coach. He

Sports Medicine, Part 3

Continuing with our story, the doctor examines the coach, who has not had a physical exam since college. “Ah … coach … how ya do’in? The coach sat on the exam table, ready for his examination. “Yeah … I’m fine, but not too happy about this. Can we get this over with?” “Sure, coach … if you’ll just disrobe, we’ll get started.” The coach got up and commenced removing his clothes.

Sports Medicine, Part 4

When we last left our good doctor, the assistant football coach had called concerned about the sexual maturity of his star line backer. I agreed to come to the gym that afternoon to assess the situation. “Well coach, what’s the problem?” The assistant football coach was a tall, well built man … looked like he might have been in the Marine Corps, what with all the tattoos on his massive arms.

Sports Medicine, Part 5

The medical practice is open on Saturday, basically to serve those patients who might have some difficulty arranging for an appointment during the week, due to work commitments. I had pulled Saturday duty, which didn’t necessarily bother me, given the fact all the doctors alternated … plus, any doctor who worked on Saturday was off on the following Monday. It was generally a busy day and I’d

Sports Medicine, Part 6

The spring semester had ended, and the university had quickly emptied out. It was pretty boring without all the college kids around in the summer, but the clinic kept busy. Mostly, I saw middle age men with sports injuries of one kind or another. It always amazes me how 40 year old men still think they’re 18 years old, only to find their bodies won’t tolerate the abuse we all could take when a

Sports Medicine, Part 7

It was late in the spring semester and I was looking forward to taking a break during the summer months. Being a doctor can be stressful, and perhaps it’d be a good idea to get away for a while. It was early afternoon on a Thursday, and I’d just finished up examining the Assistant Dean of the university. He was a thirty something guy, in reasonably good health. I needed to watch myself with

State Trooper, Part 1

Part 1 – A fictional story. Ever since I can remember, the thought of being a state highway patrolman consumed me. I think it had something to do with watching all those old highway patrol movies from the ‘50s and ‘60s that got me going. The absolute thrill of tracking down a criminal and putting them behind bars sent chills up my spine. It would be my job to personally hunt down every

State Trooper, Part 2

Part 2 – A fictional story. After a brief vacation back home with my folks, I headed to the state capitol to begin the eight-week training course to become a highway patrolman. Man, was I excited! My dream had come true! However, I continued to remind myself that this wasn’t a done deal yet. While it was true the highway patrol only accepted one out of every five applicants, it was also

State Trooper, Part 3

Part 3 – A fictional story. The following Monday, I was assigned a patrol car along with a specific area of the interstate highway, which amounted to about 25 miles. My job was simply to drive north 25 miles, turn around, and return south. I was free to run radar, or simply cruise the highway. It was suggested however, that an abundance of traffic violations would add to the state coffers.

State Trooper, Part 4

Part 4 – A fictional story. On Saturday, I called Rick’s sister … her name was Beth … and arranged to meet her on Sunday afternoon at a small restaurant in the suburbs. By meeting her there, we both would have the opportunity to leave, should it be necessary to do so. Beth told me what she’d be wearing, so I’d be able to recognize her. Once at the restaurant, I immediately spotted Beth

State Trooper, Part 5

The following week, Rick didn’t say a word about our previous Sunday afternoon activities. I couldn’t figure out if this was a one-time event or if Rick would hold me hostage because he was my supervising sergeant. I made an attempt to call Beth several times and left messages. Because she didn’t call me back, I made the assumption she had moved on to someone else. Just as well, I guess.

State Trooper, Part 6

The south patrol was totally dysfunctional. Sergeant Adams was a crusty old fart, having served on the patrol for over thirty years. His gut hung over his belt and he was generally unkempt. The men in the south patrol however, were a bunch of tough bastards and didn’t take any shit from anyone. Because of the crime infested area, there were two men to each patrol car, which gave me some

State Trooper, Part 7

After catching Tyrone and Sergeant Adams going at it, I kicked both of them out of my apartment. This was a very unfortunate incident, but not exactly my fault … now was it? I was somewhat reluctant to return to the South Patrol for duty, but really didn’t have much of a choice. When checking my box for any mail, I discovered that Sergeant Adams had reassigned me to the East Patrol, which

The Sergeant Re-enlists - Part 3

This is a story of fiction … enjoy! Part 3 – The Sergeant meets his Captain … and gets a new assignment. I left the clinic after my physical exam at about 1100 hours, so it was a good time to get some early chow at the mess hall. I reminded myself that the appointment with my new Captain was at 1500 hours. After lunch, I returned to the barracks, hoping the Corporal was not there. He

The Sergeant Re-enlists, Part 1

This is a work of fiction … enjoy! PART ONE – The Sergeant Gets Transferred After serving nearly twenty years in the military, it was time to make a decision. Should I re-up for another four years, or call it quits? Given the geo-political climate, I certainly didn’t want to end up wounded in a war, or perhaps dead! I had enlisted shortly after my high school graduation, so at only

The Sergeant Re-enlists, Part 2

This is a work of fiction…enjoy! PART TWO – The Sergeant has a Physical Exam I awoke about 0600 hours, only to hear the Corporal in the shower. He had made up his rack already and I noticed his uniform was laid out. I had to pee. Entering the bathroom, the Corporal stuck his head out from the Shower. “Hey! Good morning Sergeant!” I stood at the urinal. ”Yeah! Morning Corporal!”

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