For two summers in between college, I worked at the VL local headquarters, running their endless errands: out to procure office supplies, out to procure sports and recreation paraphernalia, and out for bar supplies. I come from a pretty liberal and pacifistic family, so I was surprised when I got the job, but they seemed friendly and generally disinterested in politics. Later I figured out why they thought I was useful.
The vets are mostly Vietnam era to the early Afghanistan deployment. Many are built strong and tough like the 50s something local commander, an ex-Marine.
One day, my girl Holly was just leaving from her lunch hour as I was packing away the latest procurement of bar supplies. The branch commander approached me and curtly spoke, “Kurt, we would like you to come and meet with us in the pool room down in the basement please.“
“Yes sir!” I thought I had done something wrong.
The pool room has dark paneling with bright lights and posters of khaki and camouflage clad grunts with dark hardware: helicopters, tanks, Humvees, and such. Even though most of the services were represented in the posters, it was very GI and enlisted men in tone, not at all higher officer material. There were three other vets in the room. This was a veterans’ setting so I knew it was inappropriate to ever stand at attention but I stood before the small Commanders’ station trying to pose a respectful posture. The Commander spoke again. “Now Kurt, you are a good kid who is diligent and good at his job. We all like you here. You seem to have a nice girlfriend which is none of our business, but we want your relationship here to become very much more personal and very much our business.“
The Commander saw the puzzled expression on my face. “Let me explain something about our past and military life, son. There are more women in the services now, but there are strict regulations about fraternizing with them. Anyway, it was not always so and half of them are dykes anyway." That brought a smile to faces of the others in the room. "Anyway, access to other women has always been limited and men in the services have sought alternative means of satisfying their urges. I think you know all good boys have physical urges, don’t you son?“
My mouth started to go dry. I think I knew where this was leading. But why is this an issue for them now. They are all married. “Young man, good looking boys like yourself have been sought out by enlisted men and officers alike in all the different services for generations for the purpose of satisfying our natural urges -- not pretty, but with solid blond and slender good looks like you. That shouldn’t be any surprise to you, now is it?”
“No, sir!” I still didn’t get it. They were in civilian life now. He addressed the issue next.
“Now we all have wives now and even girlfriends on the side. But you have to understand son that once you have had the taste of a male that way you can never get it entirely out of your system.”
I knew where this was going, now. I sensed that there might be a momentous and exciting change in my life and I could feel my gender organ start to twitch and swell in the thong under my shorts.
“Now kid, I think you know what I am getting at here and I will just say that in the past young men who have been selected for these special services, once they give themselves over to the idea of acceding, enjoy the role they provide for their fellow men in arms exceedingly. You could leave here right now and we would not fire you, just suddenly make your job very unpleasant. My advice son, is to take us up on our offer and embrace the high probability that what you will do to be service to those who have served your country will bring amazing pleasures to yourself and those you who need you and who you serve so up close and personal.”
I couldn’t talk. It was the first gay feelings I ever had. I didn’t know they were there. But I had never been hit upon so directly and no one had ever expressed their physical need for me so intently. It was an unmistakable turn-on.
I must have looked awfully dopey, because the Commander suddenly flashed an impatient and peeved expression. “Now look here, son. We don’t force ourselves on anyone. The choice is yours. Ether you can turn away and continue with the work for your day, or you can serve the men who served your country by TAKING YOUR CLOTHES OFF NOW. If you want to serve those who have served honorably, then STRIP TO BUCK NAKED,. . . . NOW! We want to see the desirable goods.“
I was frightened by his bellicosity but it sent shots of electricity all throughout my lower torso. I started to wrench off my sneakers. There was no turning back now. Intense gay sex was definitely the agenda for the afternoon and it was the most exciting adventure of my life. “Yes, sir! I am taking off all my clothes now.”
“GOOD! Judging from that lump in your shorts you have already accepted the idea that there is something good for you in this convenient arrangement. Unseemly as it may be, trust me when I say you will be doing many honorable things for us here.” I was naked by now and thrilled to be scrutinized and be more vulnerable sexually than ever before in my life. There was nothing I could do to keep my slender cut 7” cock from flinching a little up-and-down dance. The Commander just watched silently for about a minute. “I like that. That shows you are working up the idea of what we are going to do to you. Pete, would you pick the kid’s clothes and hide them away until we are finished with him.” He addressed me again. “You’ve got a nice length of hardware, there son. I’ll bet it is an important part of your girlfriend’s life right now, but it doesn’t especially interest us. Now I would like you to turn around and casually walk over to the pool table and lean against it when you get there.”
I did as I was told silently. At first the only noise in the room was my bare feet padding against the floor. “Oooo, gentlemen, did you see that. The kid has as hot a round pair of cheeks on his backside as we thought.” It was delicious to be admired and desired so. “Now Sarge, you know what to do.”
“Yes, Captain”
The Sarge collected a simple chair and set to one side of me. I was instructed to lift my left leg and step my bare foot on the seat. I complied. It had the effect of spreading my ass slightly. The Sarge then spit on his fingers and quickly goosed me with one of them in plain sight of everyone in the room. He looked at my exposed and available anus more intently and spoke. “Captain, he has a real sweet pucker. And his cock just flinched when I poked him there.”
“Good! Excellent! Things are progressing very smoothly. Now Kurt, my boy, you are looking forward to all the raunchy things we are going to impose on you this afternoon, aren’t you?”
