Private Sinclair's Farewellbyjoelafayette©
Author's note: this fictional story is written from the perspective of a bi-curious, submissive male enjoying his first experience. As always, I love feedback, so let me know what you think, good or bad, and thanks for taking the time to read!
Things weren't going well for Private First Class Sinclair. My Battalion Commander had him standing at attention in his office while he angrily accosted him and explained the charges against him. This was the old Army, before Obama softened our stance on gays in the military. PFC Sinclair had been secretly videotaped fucking a senior level sergeant from another unit. The video was short and grainy in the low light, but there was no mistaking my soldier in the video. The Sergeant from the other unit had already been discharged after the video went viral among troops on our base, forcing leaders to take action.
"Do you agree that is you in the video, or do we need to play it here?" the Battalion Commander asked the Private.
"No, Sir," was the response. PFC Sinclair looked depressed. He hadn't known he was being filmed at the time, and he was embarrassed. He had had every intention of keeping his activity behind closed doors. But he stood tall and proud now in his sharply pressed uniform with his clean and tight haircut to face the music. He was still a professional. He was also an imposing figure and looked the part of the ideal soldier at about six feet and three inches tall with a muscular build. He was the kind of guy that would have been a future enlisted leader and doing well at it; the kind of person you can confidently follow into battle. What a shame it all had to end like this.
"What do you have to say for yourself?"
PFC Sinclair started off well. He explained how he loved wearing the uniform and that he respected the rules and the chain of command. He wished to stay in the Army and continue to serve. But then he blundered. He started on about how what he did wasn't that big a deal and how he was being treated unfairly because he didn't know he was being recorded. The Commander cut him off.
"Don't give me that crap. You're gay. We have proof. You violated the Uniform Code of Military Justice. You knew the consequences of your actions."
PFC Sinclair became defensive and further sealed his fate: "I'm not gay, Sir. I've had sex with more women than all the men in this room put together, trust me. I just like to dominate men to get myself off occasionally, which plenty of men around here enjoy, and I don't see any of them standing up here. Now I am surrounded by homophobic men who don't get this."
"I don't know what the hell you are talking about," was the Commander's reply.
"I like fucking men, and the higher ranking, the more it gets me off."
"Good lord, son. How many others are there?" the Commander asked, forgetting for a second about arguing and instead trying to see if he had more damage control to do.
PFC Sinclair, seeing an opportunity to egg us on, took the bait. "There are a few more, even in this unit. But I haven't done an officer yet, so you don't need to worry. Yet." Ouch. He was done for sure now.
"Get out, son. I'll talk with your leaders about what to do." The aide led the young soldier out.
I was the first officer in Sinclair's chain of command, his platoon leader. I was barely older than half my soldiers. Also in the room was my subordinate, a sergeant that was his squad leader. My platoon sergeant was unavailable Also there was my boss, the Company Commander. His boss was the Battalion Commander that was presiding over the session and owned any decisions. The Sergeant-major was also there, and he was the senior enlisted person in the Battalion.
"Your thoughts?" the Battalion commander asked. He was sincerely interested in what his subordinate leaders thought, and he often took our advice on punishment
Sinclair's squad leader went first as the lowest ranking person. He said he was a good solider but had to go. The law was clear.
Then it was my turn. "Sir, I know I've been in your office too much lately," I said, referring to a few robberies, DUIs, and other crimes my boneheaded soldiers had committed. "But this time it's different. This solider is a valuable asset to the army. He served well in his tour in Iraq. I'd honestly say other than this incident that he is my best soldier. He's motivated, has integrity, and wants to serve. He postponed finishing college when he saw 9-11 from his dorm room TV. The kid cares about his mission. He should be allowed to continue. And this law is bullshit anyway, what do we care what he does behind closed doors?"
"You seem to think I should let him off just because you don't agree with the law. That isn't how it works. And there's no way he can serve in your unit anymore after that video got out." Damn, I was clearly not meant to be a lawyer. How did I not see it that way? The UCMJ was clear on this.
"Can we take rank away and transfer him to another unit?"
"He's been in this room before. He doesn't deserve the minimum punishment."
I wanted to dive into the details of that, but what was the point? PFC Sinclair got in a fight last month and choked someone unconscious. It didn't matter that he didn't start the fight and was sticking up for a person off-post. These people didn't understand that subduing him in that way was better than knocking him out, and that initially considering attempted murder charges was just crazy. No, this time Sinclair was done. He had the perfect storm of bad luck. He fought a bully to defend the helpless, and he plowed a guy in the ass and was vilified by an angry roommate filming him in secret. A good guy was about to go down.
The Company Commander went next and said good things about him, but he also had to deal with the fallout in the rest of the unit. He pushed to get Sinclair discharged. He wanted to make an example out of him and win back his credibility with the troops. I lost a little respect for my boss here.
The Battalion Commander had made up his mind. Sinclair was brought back in, reduced to a private, and told he would be discharged. I saw one tear out of his left eye as he stood tall. His closing comment before he left was, "I'm sorry I let you all down. I love my country and this army." Then he walked out. I found out later he had 45 days left. He was transferred out of the unit to an admin job to await out-processing.
I think I was the only person in the room that understood PFC Sinclair's motivation to fuck another man. I had never been with a man or wanted to be with one, but I was kinky as hell. I could totally see how he could be straight and make love to many women, but still get thrills out of plowing a man. I believed him and felt for the guy. And even if he was 100% pure and simply gay, this outcome still would have annoyed me. It was so unfair to see a good guy go down like this when someone else had maliciously recorded him. I won't even go into the injustice of the slap on the wrist his evil roommate had received for his role in this. Too bad he was in another platoon or I would have made his life hell going forward.
A few weeks later, I was relaxing and drinking a beer on a Saturday afternoon. I clicked on the famous link, which I had added to my favorites and watched a few times. The sergeant in the video always intrigued me. Sinclair was taking him doggie style. You never got to see Sinclair's cock in the video due to the angle, but you just had to imagine he was large. The grimace on the sergeant's face indicated it was. He seemed to be in that typical "it hurts but I don't want you to stop" mindset. Between those expressions, I saw a slight grin to his face. He was loving it.
This time, unlike previous viewings, I got an erection. I didn't think I was turning gay. I chalked it up to the video reminding me of my own most kinky moment when my previous girlfriend took me with a strap-on. What would the Commander think if he had seen that, I thought with a laugh.
I jerked off all the time. I was a new officer only two years out of college. At 24 years-old, I had a huge libido. I was single at the moment, having broken up about three months ago with a girlfriend of over a year. On weekends I had a pretty bad habit of extending my masturbation sessions to a couple hours, often with some anal play or extensive internet surfing. On this afternoon, I spent about ten minutes cleaning myself out with an enema then slowly loosening up with one finger and a bottle of lube.
This was normal for me. After my last girlfriend had awakened me to the joys of anal stimulation by giving me a finger to get me off faster while getting head, I was sold. Now I owned a small vibrator and used it frequently. Instead of getting myself off quickly, I probed myself slowly while browsing porn. After about 20 minutes I went back to the video of Sinclair. I started thinking, and I got more and more upset about it. He was a good guy and didn't deserve what had happened to him. I felt an urge to reach out to the guy and drink a beer with him and toast his future and wish him the best. Since he was leaving and already had been transferred out of my unit, maybe we could drink as equals, not as me being his platoon leader. I wondered if he would be interested, or maybe his anger was strong still and directed at his entire chain of command, in which case I would not want him to be uncomfortable. There were other linked videos next to his, and I clicked on one to see a white guy sucking a black guy's cock.
Here is where things got interesting for me. This was one of the pivotal moments in my life that I can't easily explain, but it really did happen this way. I was never before turned on by this or any gay porn. I would much prefer to see a woman sucking this guy's cock. But for the first time in my life, I gave serious consideration to how it might feel to suck a guy's penis. The more I thought about it, the more the idea appealed to me. Of course this made no sense at all. I was 24 and had never been aroused by these thoughts before. I don't think this video's interracial aspect made a difference either, since I was neither a flaming racist nor someone turned on by black cock any more than white ones. PFC Sinclair was black. Coincidence? I wasn't sure. So here I was, a vibrator in my ass, wishing I could suck a penis for the first time.
Then an idea began to form in my head. It was a very bad, crazy idea, that I had no business considering at all, but I couldn't get it out of my head. PFC Sinclair joked about never having an officer before. What better way to show my support than by giving him oral? I trusted him to be discreet. He was leaving post soon, which decreased the odds of word getting out. Then I looked at my watch and remembered something. There were four gyms on post, and Sinclair worked out in the same one as me. I saw him all the time lifting weights while I played racquetball. He typically went after work, but I remembered seeing him often at about 3PM on weekends. It was 3:15 right now. I had no idea what I would say to him, but I figured I needed a workout anyway, so why not?
I went upstairs to the free weights area. My heart beat a little faster as I saw Private Sinclair working his biceps. I did three sets of heavy squats, which I knew would be a sufficient workout by itself in case I had to quit early. He nodded at me as he left, wrapping up his workout. I waited a minute then followed him to the locker room, having no idea what I could say to him.
The Army seemed to loathe spending any money on dividing bathroom stalls or showers with walls. I found this to be ironic considering how homophobic the organization was. You'd think they'd want to separate all the penis as much as possible. Anyway, I entered the open bay shower. Sinclair was there, as was one other guy.
"Hey LT," Sinclair said, smiling briefly and calling me by my traditional name in the unit, short for "lieutenant."
While I showered, I looked out of the corner of my eye. Sinclair had the biggest cock I'd seen in real life. No wonder the sergeant on the video looked like he was passing a kidney stone while getting plowed. He dangled low and thick. He was shaved bare, not a pubic hair on him. This was pretty bold, considering that in the Army everyone saw your junk. It was a good-looking cock. Just the kind I was thinking I'd like to suck. Go big or go home, I thought to myself and laughed on the inside at the cliché. I realized I had been daydreaming, so I quickly averted my eyes. I could see him glancing at me out of the corner of my eyes as I turned. Shit, I thought to myself, He probably had seen me checking him out. I hoped he didn't think I was interested. I wasn't ready to indicate that. But I figured he probably just thought I was looking because he was so darn big it drew stares from anyone since it was such a big distraction.
Soon the third gentleman in the shower left. Sinclair was two showers over from me, about ten feet away. "LT?" he said. I turned to face him. He was looking at me, having just turned off his shower and started back to the lockers. "My squad leader told me what you said in there. I just want to say thanks, I appreciate it."
"My pleasure. You will be missed," I told him. Sinclair lingered just a few seconds longer than necessary while standing a few feet away from me. I think he had some kind of radar or something, or I was emitting some kind of chemical as I fantasized about him, and he had a super sense that could pick it up. He gave me a warm smile before leaving.
After I finished and toweled off, I went to the other section of the lockers where he was. There was nobody else in there, typical of a light weekend at the gym. "Sinclair," I said to get his attention. "If you don't have plans, why don't you stop by for a beer before you go back to the barracks. Watch part of the game with me and we'll talk about your future if you want." I could tell he liked the idea. Hanging out in a place with other soldiers who'd seen you on video and watching the game with all of them in a large common area couldn't have been fun. He readily agreed.
I told him my apartment number, which was all the info he needed. I lived in the only Bachelor Officer's Quarters on post, and it was a few blocks from the gym.
Sinclair was taking his time dressing, so I beat him to my place by about five minutes. It was late autumn and cold out, but I had the heat up enough to make nudity comfortable. I changed to some shorts and a T-shirt. Private Sinclair arrived a bit later smartly dressed in a nice button down short with good looking dark jeans. He could have gone straight to a club or dinner or whatever.
I decided to set the informal tone right away, so I greeted him with a warm handshake and smile and quickly came in close for one of those semi-awkward man hugs with one arm. "Thanks for the invite, sir," he said.
"Hey, you can call me Dan if you want," I said. "I'm not your platoon leader, and I don't want you to feel like I am managing you at all now, especially since you're leaving soon. Can we just drink a beer as equals here?"
"Sure, and you can call me Bob if you want. But I don't think I can stop calling you LT!" We both laughed and I offered him a beer as we sat in front of my big screen. It was first quarter of the basketball game. Both of us were sports fans, and we broke the ice discussing that. The first two beers went down over more small talk. On the third beer we began discussing a variety of topics triggered by an annoying drug commercial. I found out Sinclair was very knowledgeable in current events and politics as well as science when we discussed genetics and medicine. I had to remind myself he had several years of a postponed Ivy league education. He was more articulate than most enlisted men for sure. I made a mental note about getting to know all my troops better and to avoid making assumptions.
We talked more about our family, and then switched to his own dreams and work plans for after the army. He had already been accepted back to finish the last year of his education. His school administrators were very impressed, as they should have been, with his reasons for leaving college in the first place. I don't know of they knew about the terms of his discharge, but I imaged that if they did, it wouldn't change a thing. A liberal college would surely welcome him back. I was glad to see he was in positive spirits and had plans in place, considering his separation was involuntary.
I was having a great time and going with the flow, but my mind was a mess, and I was starting to get stressed even with the help of the alcohol. Private Sinclair, or "Bob" as I reminded myself, was a great guy. If I had met him at school, I could tell we would be friends. I thought this would make any next move on my part easier. Already I couldn't stop thinking about sex. I had not jerked off in a few days at least, which added to my sexual energy. My desire to try oral that was non-existent a few hours ago was now overwhelming. I couldn't stop stealing glances at the dent in his jeans fabric his large cock created when he sat in different positions. So far I was confident he didn't notice. But how could I initiate the first step? There was no way in hell Sinclair was going to try to initiate anything with me. I had to make the first move.
The sun set, but it was still early since it was just before the holidays and the days were short. When the game went to halftime and we were on our third beer, the conversation turned a little more serious.
"I think you're getting screwed over big time, man. It's the Army's loss."
"I appreciate you saying that, LT."
I then turned the mood a little lighter. "I'm going to call you out on that bullshit comment you made about wanting to fuck an officer though. You made the Colonel's homophobic, tightly quenched asshole close a little tighter with that remark! And that was pretty shallow anyway."
"I know, I know," he said. Then he tentatively eased into discussing it. Apparently, he wanted to explain his behavior more. "For me, it is a power thing. I do like being in charge, and a higher ranking person just adds to my fantasy aspect." I nodded, indicating I still got it. "But I always discuss this stuff with anyone I get intimate with. We both agree, and the few men that have been with me I think want to be more on the submissive side anyway and don't care. I only date women, and I know I will get married and say goodbye to this behavior eventually, but I like the variety in my sex life for now."
"Yeah, I mean I wouldn't know about all that, but I know I am very kinky with women sometimes. I'm sure I've done things in bed that are illegal in many states." We both laughed, but I didn't go into details.
Sinclair looked at me and finished his beer and said the perfect comment to both be non-threatening to me but also open the door for me to take the next step if I wanted. "You would be my best conquest so far you know. Not only are you the platoon leader, you made life hard for me a few times." He was joking, but nervous I could tell. Had our conversation progressed far enough where it was acceptable to make this joke? Were we really drinking "as equals?"
I disarmed him quickly with a laugh so he would know I was not offended. "I'm not your platoon leader any more," I said. But I think I'll keep my butthole guarded for now."
I heard a knock at the door. I had a small place, and the entrance opened to the living room we were in. I answered it, and a cute red head named Amy that lived down the hall appeared. "Just checking what you are doing later and if you have plans," she asked. Then she saw Sinclair sitting on the couch.
"Amy, Bob, Bob, Amy," I said. They waved and greeted each other. "I don't have plans later, I will look for you," I said in a non-committal way, also indicating I don't want to hang out now. But then I realized I was being a jerk. Amy was a friend. "You can have a beer with us now if you want. We're just watching the game," I said and turned slightly to imply she could come in. Amy declined, and we agreed to talk later. I shut the door and went back to the couch.