Don't Ask? Don't Tell? Parts 1 & 2

Part 1:

I don't need you to ask me.  I'm going to tell you.  There are gays in the military.  With all the debate that has been going on recently about the archaic military policy known as "Don't Ask.  Don't Tell." I have been given ample opportunity to reminisce about my own experiences with gays in the military.  Particularly the Army.  And the Navy.  And the Air Force.  And the Marines.  Mmmm...Marines... 

See, I'm a military brat.  An Air Force brat, to be exact.  I grew up on various Air Force bases around the U.S. and abroad.  I really never thought about gays in the military until I was 19 years old and my Dad received and assignment to Okinawa, Japan.  I was a newly active gay young man.  I was having a grand ol' time discovering myself and a few other gay men that lived in the surrounding area.  So when Dad received these orders to Japan  I was reluctant to go.  I mean, we were being sent to a small island covered in military bases.  My only contacts would be primarily military and we all knew then that there are no gays in the military.  What was I going to do for fun?  I would soon find out!

Over the course of the next few months, I began to explore the small island and did my best to keep my eyes and ears open for any kind of gay signs.  But all I saw over and over again were military men.  Don't get me wrong.  These were beautiful men!  I loved driving with my family onto any one of the various military bases that dotted the entire island and watching the physical training drills that the troops would have to perform.  Marine bases especially!  These guys were HOT!  Short shorts.  Tight, sweaty white tees.  Bulging muscles.  And all that grunting and Hoo-Ahhing.  But, alas, no gay ones. 

Soon, I discovered a lively club scene in downtown Okinawa City.  So, in an effort to meet some people of my own age and persuasion, I ventured out on my own to these clubs.  Oh, the wonders I would soon discover!  I propped myself up at the bar at a club known as The Bronx and began to people watch.  For the most part, it was the standard fare of typical gruntish military guys.  But off in one corner there seemed to be a group that was a bit more festive that the others.  It was a mixed group of very handsome young men, young American girls, and Japanese girls. There were two guys in particular that seemed incredibly flamboyant.  Judging by the short cropped hair of one, I guessed he was a Marine.  The other was the more flamboyant of the two and was incredibly limp wristed and fey.  I kept an eye on this group, looking for some opportunity to step into their circle and introduce myself.  I wasn't really into the flamboyant guys but it seemed that they may be my key to getting to know this group.   

For the next few nights I returned to The Bronx hoping that I could find my in with this colorful group that always hung out in the same corner.  Finally on the 4th night of returning to this bar, I was approached by an Asian guy that hung out on the periphery of this group.  He sat down next to me, looked me in the eye, and asked me: "So are you?".  "Am I what?" I replied.  Apparently, over the past few nights, he had been watching me watching them and finally took it upon himself to find out what my story was.  Come to find out, his name was Paulo, he was Filipino, and was active duty Air Force.  And he had taken a shining to me.  But, the best part was, he offered to introduce me to the group in the corner!  Which he did.  And I was right!  This was where the gay military guys were meeting. 

So that night, as a reward to Paulo for introducing me to the group, I slept with him. My first military conquest.  It wasn't the best but the whole time I kept in mind this was just the tip of the iceberg. I say tip because he wasn't really all that well endowed and had a hard time getting past the beautifully sculpted cheeks of my bubble butt.  I finally just told him he was in and let him hump my ass crack.  I couldn't wait to get to know the other guys! 

I continued to hang out with the group and was eventually taken into their clique.  This gang included gay men and their followers from all branches of the military!  I had been correct about the flamboyant one with the cropped hair.  His name was John and he was a Marine.  The other more effiminate one was Michael and he was Air Force.  But the one that truly piqued my curiosity was the the beautiful man that sat quietly in the corner.  He was one of the most beautiful guys I had ever laid eyes upon.  His name was Christopher and he was also a Marine.  A tall, beautifully sculpted Marine, with black hair, and the most pierceing blue eyes I had ever seen.  I was in love.  Or infatuation.  Or lust.  Whatever you want to call it.  I was in it.  For the next few nights I watched Christopher move all over the club.  He would dance, smile, chat with club staff, and always return to that same seat in the corner next to John.  I had to figure out how to get next to this guy!

Part 2: 

One night I overheard a conversation between two of the girls in the group. They mentioned that Christopher would be leaving the island in a week and that they would be incredibly heart broken to see him leave.  What?  Only one week?  I had to make a move and I had to make it soon!  This guy was too beautiful to just let slip away.  That same evening, as the night was winding down, I mustered up the courage to walk over to Chris.  He was in his usual spot but didn't have anybody else around him.  He was all mine.  He glanced at me as I approached and gave me that beautiful smile.  I gave him a friendly whack on the shoulder and said "I hear you've only got a week left in this place."  "Yeah..." he replied.  "I'll be heading back to The States.  My tour here is over."  I had to say something!  I had to let him know that I hadn't been able to take my eyes off of him for over a week now.  "Well, before you leave, I just want to let you know that I'm totally fascinated with you."  There.  I'd said it!  Much to my delight, he looked slyly back over to me and said "Well, I find you pretty interesting too."  "Well, then?  What do we do about this mutual interest?' I asked.  "Go with it?" he replied.  And go with it we did! 

Together we left the club and hopped into my car.  Chris told me that he wanted to take me to one of his favorite spots on the island.  We drove out to a nearby beach.  It was a secluded area and we were the only two out there.  We walked out onto the sand, sat down, and simply stared out into the moonlit surf.  It was beautiful.  After about 5 minutes of just sitting in silence I felt him moving in closer to me.  We were actually sitting side by side but now his shoulder was pressing into mine and he had turned his head to face me.  When I looked over at him I was once again captivated by his beauty.  This guy was too much!  He was the total package.  How the hell had I gotten lucky enough to be here with him?  I guess it pays to be bold every now and then!  We sat on the beach, leaning fondly against each other, simply enjoying the  sound of the waves lapping against the shore and the twinkling of the innumerable stars in the sky reflecting back into the ocean. I was in heaven.  Chris stood up, pulled me up with him, hugged me tightly to his lean muscled frame and began kissing me.  We kissed for what seemed like hours.  I didn't want to stop.  He was delicious!  Eventually, we had to come up for air and Chris mentioned finding a place that didn't have so much sand.  So we hopped back into the car and headed to a nearby hotel.  Once inside our room, he went to go take a shower.  The excitement of the night was starting to catch up to me so I laid on the bed, closed my eyes, and listened to the sound of the water running.  I started to imagine what it looked like running down his body.  I must have dozed off because the next thing I felt was a single drop of water hitting me on my forehead.  I opened my eyes and there he was.  He was bent over me wearing nothing but a towel.  His face was an inch away from mine and his blue eyes were looking directly into me.  I think I swooned.  We spent the entire night together eventually falling asleep in each others arms.  We had explored each others bodies to the point of exhaustion. 

That was just my first night with Christopher.  He actually skipped out of work the next day (a big no no in the military) to spend the rest of the day roaming around the island with me.  At the end of the day he had to return back to his base but told me that he'd see me that night back out at the club.  I'd be waiting for him with bated breath.

to be continued...