Gay Erotic Stories

NO DAMNIT!... That is the only way that I can explain it! In all my time in being in the military; more specifically the Marine Corps, I have never met a more confused group of individuals. Don’t get me wrong, the Corps is an elite breed of people (yes I said people on purpose, not just men!) that I have ever been privileged to be apart of. Still they are without a doubt in my mind the most two-faced society in the world. In my story you will read a tale of somewhat fiction. When I say somewhat I mean that the situations are a little twisted but for the most part they are true. Of course the names have been changed and the locations, but if you read between the lines, you will see what I am speaking to/about. So, stopping all the rambling and chit-chat I give you….. “Unspoken Truth.”

Prologue

“You know baby, I’ve been think’n a lot about what you been tellin’ me these couple of months. With you sayin’ how you can’t wait to leave an how you don’t plan on ever see’in us no more. I been thinkin’ all these days and it finally done made sense.” My momma….Damn she is a bad bitch! Growing up I always underestimated her but right now I see why she is know as ‘momma’. It’s kinda funny, we all think that we can get away with things but it’s always your mother who knows best/you. She had just come into my room at about 1:00 A.M. and I was confused, to say the least. “Momma what are you talking about?” I made sure to have an incredulous tone in my voice, just to play the part. “Sweetcakes listen, I KNOW!”.

So at this point my heart is pounding and a million thought are running through my head. This happens all in the blink of a second but it still seemed like forever. “Does she know? How the hell? I’ve been so careful!” but I don’t say any of that. She goes on. “Look, it’s off ya chest, I still love you baby.” For a brief second I look into her eyes, those oh so loving and comforting eyes. She loves me, unconditionally. I am her son and nothing will ever change that. Too bad I didn’t know that at the time, so I try to lie. “What do you know momma?” “ Baby you gay, its okay.” (Excuse the rhyming but this is what happened!).

“What! What are you talking about?! Momma….momma I’m not gay! How many times o I have to tell you?!” Now she has asked me before, but it was always in a joking manner, this time it hit home. “Look ma, you’ve probably had a little too much to drink so I will…” She cut me off. My mother has always been a drinker, she does it almost every weekend. But even though she did, one of the many things I can respect about her is that she always made sure that all the bills were paid and that food was on the table or available before she indulged. “Shut the hell up boy!” I stopped mid sentenced out of reflex. “Look, you my baby! I will love you no matter what. I’m talking to you right now because I don’t want no more pressure on you before you graduate school (high school people!).”

I can’t begin to tell you all the thoughts I had at that moment. I remember when I was about 3 or 4 years old, yes that young! I was at my aunt’s house and she lived with her boyfriend. They had skin magazines and while my brother and sister were looking at the right ones, I was looking at the ‘wrong’ one. At that point I knew I was different but I didn’t pay any attention to it. Some 15 years later look where I am. I stood up, and with my head held high I told her “Momma, I hate you!”

She was sitting down in a chair and without hesitation stood up and hugged me. I wanted to do so many things in that moment. Yell, push, and snatch away. But the only thing I could do was cry. And I cried. My whole body went limp as I, a 6’1 man slumped into my 5 foot nothing mom and cried. She held me for what seemed like forever, and it was at that time I realized how truly lucky/blessed I was. “Momma I’m still leaving.” I said that more to myself than her. “I know baby, all I ask is that you do yo best and make me proud.” That night I realized that my life would be so much more difficult than I expected. I would do what was required of me, but I took it a step further to do what was right. My momma raised me good. She instilled within me virtues and values that everyone should have. I was a good kid, but that night I promise that matter what, I would never lie to anyone ever again.

“HURRY UP! HURRY THE FUCK UP!” The Marine Corps is an amazing institution. No matter how disorganized it seems at times in the end it always makes sense. Running from the IPAC (just so you all know, I will use the ‘alphabet soup’ abbreviations that the military is fond of. I will explain all abbreviations when I first use them but no more after that so try to remember and keep up. IPAC stands for Instillation Personnel Administration Center; the place where all are paper work is done.) To my NCO’s (Non-Commissioned Officer) truck seemed a little stupid. I had already graduated boot camp where the only words I knew were “yes sir, aye sir, and no sir” and MCT (Marine Combat Training, for the Marines who were not Grunts {infantry}) so I didn’t see a point to them yelling at us. Still they kept on. I and 3 other Marines got to Camp Pendleton, CA at the same time.

With all stations in the military, when you first get to your base you go to a JRC (Joint Reception Center) until you get ‘dropped’ to your unit. It was mid December of 2003 and the four of us just so happened to be lucky enough to go to the 1st Marine Division. The 1st Mar Div includes a lot of unit including 1st Marines, 5th Marines, 7th Marines, 11th Marines, and so have you. We went to HqBn (Headquarters Battalion) Comm. Co. (Communications Company). So yeah, I am a communicator. I am what the USMC calls a Field Radio Operator. I employ RF (Radio Frequency) XM (Transmissions) in a garrison (on base) or field (any place other than base or in the US) through tactical radios (U.S. government bought radios). It’s a nice job but if you’ve ever watched a war movie you will know that the guy with the antenna sticking up out of his back gets killed first.

It was a short sprint but it took no time for them to get in our asses. “What the fuck?! Why the hell does it take you so long to get from point A to B?!” Corporal (Cpl) William P. Dominguez was yelling at Private First Class (PFC) Singer. He wasn’t particularly attractive but he did have something about him. I knew he was Mexican when I first saw him, but his light bright; damn near white complexion set him off. He had wet curly hair and dark, dark eyes! He was only about 5’8 but had a build that would shut anyone down. His smile was one that complimented his eyes; they seemed to sparkle when he did. And the dimples in his cheeks belayed any true hate he could have had for any creature. The three of us stood silent at parade rest (are feet shoulder length apart, back straight, and hands clasped behind the back just above the tail bone) while he reamed into Singer.

“Cpl it doesn’t… I mean I …. S..S..See it does…”

“Shut the hell up!”

“Aye Cpl!”

“Where the hell do you think you are?!”

“At Camp Pendleton Cpl.”

“In The FMF (Fleet Marine Force) right?!”

“Y..Yes Cpl!”

“Then how ‘bout you act like it damnit!”

“Yes Cpl, aye Cpl!”

“So when I say move you fuckin’ move right?!”

“Yes Cpl”

“Shut the fuck up!”

“Aye Cpl!” I have never wished anything bad on anyone but at that moment I was glad it was not me taking an ass chewing. We got to Pendleton at about 1500 (3:00 PM, look up the conversion because this is the only time I will translate) and was up until about 2300 after getting up at about 0400. Our NCO’s made it a point to stay extra late just to pick us up and fuck with us. We ran back and forth that night doing so many things to get checked in that we just gave up on getting any sleep and rolled with the punches. Little did we know what else we would have to deal with.

“Price!... PRICCCCEEEEE!” I cocked my head at the bellow of someone summoning me. We were at the Comm shop when PFC Kelly screamed for me.

“Yeah what’s up?”

“The Sgt’s (Sergeants) want you in their office now!” This hit hard even though it shouldn’t have, I mean I had only been there a day.

“Do you know what for?”

“Probably the same thing as me, admin (Administrative) stuff.”

“Oh, okay.” Kelly was a real sweet heart. She had that whole farmer’s daughter look to her. At 5’7 with blue eyes and golden blonde hair she was a real looker. You could tell her military exercise paid off because she was really toned but still had her female curves. In a way she was a walking recruiter poster for girls. I was outside of the shop as it was set up like a garage; I started to go through the bay doors when I stopped. “Hey, what do they want to know?”

“I don’t know, the usual. Name, date of rank, SSN, and such.”

“Oh…okay”. It was a fleeting though but I didn’t see why they needed that info when I just checked in. I walked into the office with the normal apprehension of a PFC. I mean come on, these are my bosses. When I stepped in however I was struck. He was it damnit, one of my Cpl’s. 6’4 with a bad ass lean on him. A Cpl Brown. I ‘gay dar’ scanned his ass and picked up all the stats. Like me he was a nice brown color with all the features. His lips were full, his eyes cat-like, and his swagger…hell! Now we all know that there are men that we don’t find particularly attractive but we would still do very….sticky things to them because It’s them, he fell into that category.

“Damn Price what the hell took you so long?” He was smiling as he said this so I took this in turn, my mistake.

“Well fuckin’ I was on my way…” I couldn’t finish. Sgt (Sergeant) Burns was already in my shit.

“So I guess that’s the way we talk to NCO’s huh? Cussin’ and shit?” it’s funny, Burns is two shades lighter than chalk, yet and still he swears he’s ‘black’.

“No Sgt., I was just talking.”

“And that’s how you do it, just like that?”

“Yes Sgt.”

“Bull mother fuckin’ shit! Who you think you is?! You just got here!”

“Aye Sgt!”

“I tell you, pull some shit like that again, I really want you to!”

“Aye Sgt.!”

He stood up without another word. As he walked out I couldn’t help but notice the bulge in his PT green on green (Physical Training and green short and shirt) gear. I turned my attention towards Cpl Brown just in time to see him without his shirt on and starting to take off his sh