"Basic
Training"
It was his first day at basic training, and PJ was anxious and
apprehensive. He had heard horror stories about gay recruits and
wanted to be certain that no harm would come to him. There was
something about a man in a uniform that drove PJ out of his mind
with desire. Now men in uniforms would surround him. He hoped he
could control his passion without being discovered as gay.
"This is your barrack." The training officer directed. "Keep it
clean and neat, or suffer the consequences. Your mommy isn't here to
pick up after you." He explained gruffly.
"Yes sir!" PJ responded, unpacking his bag and storing his
personal articles in his trunk.
PJ looked around at the other new recruits, checking out their
various body shapes, hair cuts, and attitudes. Most of them seemed
to be pretty friendly, and he knew they were probably as scared as
he was today. PJ was an attractive young man, with short dark hair,
big blue eyes and long eyelashes that were the envy of all his
friends.
His sparkling wit and
outgoing personality made him the life of the party wherever he
went. His young, lithe body was in excellent shape from figure
skating in college.
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