I had taught young Marines advanced courses in computer systems in Virginia. I was now in the Pentagon under the Joint Chiefs Section. I didn’t tell anyone what I did there, other than I was the fourth for a game of racquetball when a few senior officers needed one in the POAC athletic club. I had a sensitive job.
“Ken won’t be a problem, Thor?” my college fraternity brother Harvey asked. “He’ll arrive at DCA National next Friday from LaGuardia. He reports to the school where you taught on Monday. His classes start on Tuesday.”
“Got it covered, Harv. I live just a few blocks away from the airport. Be glad to show him the sights for a few days. I’ll take him to the Base to report on Monday. You take care.” I had used Harv’s law firm in NYC to escrow postal letters with the couple I helped in college make babies. Long story.
Ken called my house to let me know he’d be on a cab from DCA. “Crazy trying to pick me up here, Sir. It’s just a short ride. I should be there shortly. Waiting for my duffel.” He was enroute to 29 Palms in California after the training School.
The home security system chimed just as the front doorbell rang and I opened up the front door.
“Corporal Berg reporting for duty, Sir,” he saluted smartly. He wore his green service uniform.
“Welcome aboard, Corporal. I just talked with your dad. Come on in.” I shook his hand.
He picked up his duffel and came in.
“Guest bedroom upstairs,” I told him. “You’re here waiting for your training at Quantico. You want to tour the Mall?” I asked him as I led him upstairs.
“No, Sir. I’ll be at Quantico for a few months there, and groups of us will have a bus to take students to the Mall, according to the info I got with my orders. This is if our training allows.”
“Very good. I took days off owed me for OOD subbing duty. I’ll make us some lunch. Just t-shirt and shorts here at home, and we can talk over lunch.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Here at home, call me Thor or Uncle, since that’s what I am, being your father’s fraternity brother.” I threw together soup, sandwiches, and juice for lunch while he changed.
“I saw your leathers, Uncle,” Ken said. “They smelled a little smokey.” He sat at the small table in the kitchen nook.
I forgot I had hung them there in the guest bedroom when I got home from the bar. I should have put them in the basement to air out. “I wore those to the bar last week.” I could almost see the wheels turning as Ken thought.
“Uncle, I think I may be gay,” he blurted out. He blushed. Looked down at his food. He had concluded correctly about my leathers.
“I’m gay, Ken.” I confessed that. “I understand. I had a gay partner when I served at the School where you’re going.” I needed to support him.
“But Dad told me your pledge name Boner, you got because …” he stopped.
“True story, Ken, and long story, but not for now. Do you know for sure if you’re gay or not? You been with girls? Guys? You’re how old now?”
“Nineteen, Uncle. I almost did, with a couple of friends at San Diego, but we had to take a drunk Marine back to the base before we could actually score with a couple of bar girls.”
“You were lucky then, as they would have picked all of you clean,” I told him. “So you’ve never had sex with anyone.”
“Well, my friend Donnie and I, we took Sammy to a motel instead of reporting with him drunk, and we babysat him there. Donnie and I told smut stories while he and I jerked off. We knew enough to strip Sammy and lay him on the bed on his stomach with an ice bucket under his head in case. I thought naked guys looked hot. Donnie and I were on separate beds at first. We carried Sammy to the can and got him to piss in the commode, both of us helped him. I got a boner. So did Donnie. He and I slept together and blew each other.”
“You saved one of your men from being put on report. You two were tipsy from drinking. Common excuse. You blew each other. You could say that was because you were drunk.”
“We both liked it, Uncle. In the morning, we put Sammy together, had breakfast, and returned to Base OK.”
“Down to the basement, Ken. Time to teach you a few things.” I put the dishes into the dishwasher, then led him to the basement. “You put facts together correctly that pointed to my being gay. Down here is the finished basement. Over here is what gay guys use to prepare for sex. Strip, then turn on the shower, use the douche nozzle to fill up your ass, then sit on the toilet to empty. Three times.”
I stripped while I waited until he had finished and rinsed off. “Gay men in the military have to be discrete and play around carefully. I think that will relax in the future, maybe. Gay men kiss. They suck cock. They fuck ass. Some military men, like myself, get into wearing leather and doing rough things to each other. You trust me?”
He nodded.
“Safe word, when you are playing hard and rough is something you shout when the rough play gets too hard for you and you want to slow down. Say ‘yellow’ for that, here. It’s a common word for that. ‘Red’ means stop, you’ve gone over your limit that you can take. Your partner should stop on that. You been fucked in your ass yet?”
“No, Sir. Does that hurt?” He sounded concerned. “You want to fuck me? That’s OK.”
“Should not hurt if done right. Yes, I will fuck you. I had an older partner who had a big cock and he fucked me a lot. He prepared with lube and watched carefully how he positioned his big cock in me.”
I lubed my fingers and lubed his ass and prodded his prostate to make him yelp. “That is your prostate or joy button and why gay guys like to get fucked. This is a St. Andrews Cross. It’s sex furniture. Step up here, and I’ll strap you on this and then beat you with my flogger. You’ll tell me how you feel after. Help settle your thoughts about rough action and sex.”
“Aye, aye, Sir.” He mounted the cross and I attached the restraints. This would settle several things. He was a Marine. He needed to learn how rough and whether he liked that. Many military men got into S&M sex, along with bondage and kink. This would be basic and simple.
I felt his muscular body. “You’re muscular. You’ve had combat training. Some gay men do more than just fuck in bed. I’ll show you the rough side, see if it’s too much for you. Then I’ll fuck you.” I’d be the first one, to beat him and to be rough. I knew what to do.
I showed him the ritual. I held the handle of the flogger to his mouth, with the tails draped down his back. I let him feel my hard cock push against his ass. I felt his hard cock. I stepped back and swung the flogger to hit his back lightly, then harder, and then very hard. That’s when he yelled for the first time. I whipped the tails across his ass, and his skin showed the marks on his back and ass cheeks.
I hit his back and ass hard. I avoided his thighs and low-hanging balls. When I had marked him well and he showed a little sweat, I stopped and pushed my cock into his ass and heard his grunt when I pressed hard on his prostate. I fucked him while I held his cock, until I felt him cum and I pulled out. I had him lick my hand clean, and he didn’t pull away.
He showed signs of accepting gay sex.
I released him from the cross. “Tell me how you feel. Another man beat you and fucked you. Your cock was hard and you shot right off.”
“It was intense, Uncle. I felt strong. I think I liked it, and I sure liked being fucked. This mean I’m gay?”
“Let’s shower,” I told him. I’d explore some more first. I took him to my master bedroom and I used the shower douche to clean out, and he did. We washed each other.
He wasn’t shy about touching me all over. Our cocks got hard.
Next step was him to fuck me. I figured if he would get hard and get his cock inside me, that was another sign. I was a teacher, and he wanted to learn. Answer some questions for him.
He needed to know. He had to live his own life and not live for his parents.
“In bed now,” I told him after we toweled dry. I cuddled with him, mindful I had marked up his back. “You’ll think about being restrained and flogged and how you felt. Lube your fingers and find my prostate like I did for you.” I lay on my stomach with a pillow to raise my hips up.
Ken fingered my ass slowly and found the hard shape right away. He replaced his fingers with his hard cock and fucked me. “Nice. Good this way too.” He moved slowly, wanted to make it last. He felt me all over, explored my body.
“Now on my back, boy,” I told him and flipped over when he pulled out. I raised my legs and he pushed into me. I smiled at him. I liked being fucked this way.
His cock stood up and was a good shape for face-to-face fucks, and that would make me shoot right off if he kept it up long enough. He held my shoulders and then moved in to kiss me and enjoy some loving. He hummed. He enjoyed gay sex. His arousal sent him into a frenzy of fucking and he spurted into me just as I splashed my chest and face. That was good start.
“I’m gay, Uncle. No question. Naked guy turns me on much more than thought of girls. I know, I have to be discrete. If I have some time on weekends, would you like to have me here?”
“I can pick you up, yes, if your training allows you to be off the base for weekends. Bring your books.” We showered again. I drove us to my favorite leather bar and restaurant in the District. I wore only my leather vest, cap, black shirt, jeans and boots. I lent him a grey t-shirt, leather shorts, and low leather boots to wear as my leather boy. I didn’t show his marks with a narrow- back shirt. I was not like my late former Master.
“This is a gay leather bar, boy. If I introduce you, you are simply my boy. Just be polite and shake hands if the man offers. He’ll understand you’re my sub tonight, OK?”
“Yes, Uncle. I’m interested.”
I drove there and parked nearby. It was early, so fewer men around. I took him into the leather bar and ordered us some draft beers. We took them upstairs to the dining room.
“Good evening, Sir,” the waiter welcomed us. He knew I was not “Master”.
“Good evening, William. I’m treating my nephew. A table to the side, please?” I asked. “Prime rib on tonight, William?”
“Yes, Sir. Would you like to order now?”
“Yes. House salad for us with house dressing, and prime rib with loaded baked potato and steamed vegetables, please,” I told him.
“Very good, Sir. Nice to see you.” William went to the kitchen.
We sat by the side of the room. “This bar and restaurant are for leather men who like gay sex and flogging as I did for you. You decide much later if you like slow and comforting sex, or rougher. This is all new for you.”
“Uncle, I learned a lot. I’m going to the desert area of California. Live on base, see what’s nearby. Be careful about things. Now I know for sure. No more wondering.”
We enjoyed dinner while chatting about his training so far and I told him what to expect. “You may not have any free time, so don’t count on it, but see to your training first. Students who excel may be recognized later.”
After dinner, we went home. It was nice for a couple of days having a newly initiated young man to enjoy with sex. Plain sex between men was fine. I felt he would take the dominant role more often. I cautioned him to ask first before assuming anything.
He could be a fine lover. He’d choose what he liked more. Stationed there at 29 Palms was good for a newbie like him. Let him grow into what he liked. He had done well enough to merit being trained at my former School, in the courses I taught there, so he was bright enough. He’d choose well.
