What follows is a work of fiction, if I just so happen to take real facts from my life and change every possible detail including my name, their names, dates, places, activities but add a lot more sex than actually happened and made my character slightly more heterosexual than I really am, the story would still be fictional. The characters contained within do not exist, the events as presented in the order presented did not happen to anyone living or dead. No comment on whether or not I stole ideas from the future.
In this story, all characters are over the age of 18 (any reference to activity before 18 is simply the character's memory being recollected by the narrator) you need to be over 18 as well (or the age of viewing pornographic material in your country).
Finally, if you like what you're reading drop me a line at bimartinez@yahoo.com , Thank you to the three people who wrote me about this story, one was a carryover from my gay high school years and one wrote me about this story specifically. If you like it, keep writing even if you have done before. Every day I get naked and jack off to the idea someone got hot and bothered from reading an obviously fictional story not based on my real life.
In this particular chapter, Brian goes through basic training to join the Navy Reserves. If you're a former sailor, you might notice some facts are going to differ from the actual Navy. Just go with it, I may or may not have been in another branch of the military plus this chapter is geared towards a civilian audience that doesn't understand terms that are Navy-specific or military-specific.
This is a continuation of the story of Brian, but while I was in high school, I pretty much exclusively had gay sex only. For more information visit that story. https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/the-sex-life-of-brian/
The Bisex Life of Brian Chapter 5: The morning after and joining the Navy (college age, mm, mf)
--Part 1: Before Christmas break (mm, mutual masturbation, oral)
The first part of Navy Training is the reception. Every prospective sailor does paperwork, various health checks, gets their eyes examined, and gets all their uniforms at this time. We men had our haircut and the women attended a mandatory session on how to do their hair. What I remember the most was all the waiting in line. A lot of waiting in line. But it gave me time to read, we were given reading materials. This was in 2007, I already knew about the military's don't ask, don't tell policy but reading it in black and white made my heart sink.
------- Homosexuality is incompatible with military service. The presence in the military environment of persons who engage in homosexual conduct or who, by their statements, demonstrate a propensity to engage in homosexual conduct, seriously impairs the accomplishment of the military mission. The presence of such members adversely affects the ability of the armed forces to maintain discipline, good order, and morale; to foster mutual trust and confidence among service members; to ensure the integrity of the system of rank and command; to facilitate assignment and worldwide deployment of service members who frequently must live and work in close conditions affording minimal privacy; to recruit and retain members of the armed forces; to maintain the public acceptability of military service, and to prevent breaches of security. -------
That was the bad news, but there was good news, the policy was narrower when I joined. You had to make a statement that you're gay, get caught doing gay sex, or get married. In basic training, people would often want to get out and lie about being gay, so making a statement would fall on deaf ears. That said, don't think for a second, I stopped having gay sex. I didn't even make it out of basic before having gay sex.
Our training company was 200 people, 150 guys. Half the girls were lesbian. I eventually found out there were only 3 gay or bi men, myself included. Most people there suspected I was gay, even the Company Commanders (drill instructors) suspected I was gay. During basic male, and female trainees were not allowed to be alone together in a pair (3 was OK). Nobody batted an eye when I was alone with a female. However, for the first few months, I had no sexual activity the first three months, I didn't even masturbate. I couldn't the stress level was so high I couldn't get hard. Just before Christmas, I flew back home. It was an action-packed two weeks. The highlight of the trip was coming back to my boyfriend. I showed up at his house in uniform as he requested. His parents were gone for a week.
"Did you have sex with anyone while I was gone?", I asked.
"Not yet, I missed you too much", Brandon said and kissed me, "You've lost weight, you're like a different person." Little did I know Brandon saying this would enter my head many times over the next 10 years.
"I'm sex-deprived, I couldn't even jack off the whole time", I said.
"I was so insistent in making you wear that uniform, now I need you to take it off", Brandon asked. We quickly stripped naked, "how much naked time did you get?"
"Anytime I was naked, it was hell. It was either a 5 minutes shower or that one time the company commanders, that's what the navy calls the drill instructors, made us guys strip naked and walk in the showers in a circle", I said. "I guess someone stank."
Brandon had me lay down and started stroking me, he was able to jack me to completion, something he could rarely do. Usually, I'm the only one who can get me off that way, but I was so trigger-happy that I came in 5 minutes. He kissed and he fucked me. I felt like the experience set me back in the Groove when I returned to Chicago for the rest of my training. I was jacking off on the regular now.
During this time, I befriended a tall skinny cutie, he was 18 years old, 6 foot 2inches (187 cm) and I suspected was gay and was named Preston O'Connor. He was a cute redhead with freckles and a round face. Before he joined the service his hair was cut in an emo fashion, but sadly both of us had our hair shaved to near bald. He was super skinny like Brandon was before the Navy, but now had a little muscle on him. His thighs were as thin as his upper arm, even though his age was 18 (I checked his military ID and saw his date of birth many times), he looked far younger, except for his freckles, his skin was flawless. Even a lot of the female trainees were envious of him.
One night I was working late doing laundry with him. The other gay guy and I were doing laundry. All of the sudden the power to the building was partially lost. The washers and dryers were still going, but the lights were all off. Most of the rest of the trainees were outside, but many of us stayed inside to keep the cleaning going. We were less likely to get caught in a supply closet nearby. So, I suggested we go get some supplies. The utility room had a comfortable couch in it and he sat down. He had a smile on his face.
"Well Martinez all the laundry is either washing or drying, what will we do with the next 40 minutes?", Preston asked.
"I guess we could tell each other our life stories, like when did you know you were gay?", I asked. He looked at me shocked, he got up and looked around, after seeing nobody there he had me sit down on the couch with him.
"How did you know?", Preston asked.
"I mean your normal speaking voice doesn't exude manliness", I said imitating a stereotypical gay man's voice.
"Oh, please I don't sound like that", he said while clawing his hand in my direction and left his wrist limp. He then looked at his wrist and his eyes went open, "I'm not helping my case, am I?"
"You're so out there O'Connor that straight people are able to see right through you", I replied, "So when did you know?"
"I was 12, I just wasn't as rough and tumble as the other boys. I got beat up a lot in middle school. The first time I kissed a guy was a bully that tricked me. He yelled I was trying to rape him, and his friends appeared out of nowhere and they all hit me as hard as they could. When I went unconscious, I'm told they stopped beating me and reported me to the teacher. I was kicked out of school for forcing myself on them. My parents heard and kicked me out of my home.", he said.
"Oh my god, isn't that Illegal?", I asked.
"Florida Child Protective Services didn't think so, especially because I was labeled a criminal child. They said that my presence in the home was a risk to my parents", he said, "Without help from my parents all I had was a public defender when I had my first hearing for sexual assault."
"You got beat up and they accused you of assault?", I asked.
"Yes, but I was never charged because I pleaded guilty to simple assault and spent the rest of my teenage years in state custody bouncing around from foster home to foster home. If I didn't join the Navy, I would be homeless. If they ever find out I'm gay I'll have nowhere else to go, please don't tell anybody", he shed a tear.
"Okay, but then you can't tell anybody I'm gay either", I said, his eyes lit up and he smiled, and he immediately leaned over and kissed me.
"Oh my god Martinez, I haven't gotten off in months. I had to stay here during the winter break because I'm homeless", Preston said and sat back, "I guess I should have asked before kissing you. You probably have a boyfriend"
"It's okay, you're very cute", I told him licking my lips "And yes, I do."
"Damn", he said dejected, "you're not too bad looking yourself."
"But it's an open relationship, he's probably out banging some chick right now", I said.
"He's bisexual?", he asked. I showed him a picture of us. "You're a cute couple, but aren't you worried about carrying proof of your relationship here?"
"It's just a studio photo", I said.
"You're holding each other", he said with a smile.
"Statements, Conduct and Marriage", I said, "the Navy doesn't consider us gay unless our lips touch."
"Well, I know who's lips I want to touch right now", he said. He stood up and stripped the top off of his uniform. I stood up and licked his nipple, after a few seconds he said, "Nah, not really doing anything for me", I kissed down his chest and stomach, I unbuttoned his fly and reached through his trousers and briefs and pulled out his already hard dick. I pulled down on the shaft and uncovered the glans (or tip) of his penis and it looked very different than any other I've seen.
"Wow that looks different, I've seen at least 10 cocks in my life and none of them look like that", I asked.
"I'm uncircumcised, my parents are from Ireland and they don't usually do that there", he said. He may have been uncircumcised, but he kept it clean. I stuck out my tongue and gave the entire surface a taste. Made sure to get into every crevice of the shaft. I raised my hand and cupped his balls. I could feel, even though the cloth when I was using my hand that he didn't have long body hair. It was a simple fuzz on his legs and balls. He moaned quietly at the touch of my tongue. His eyes closed as I took him into my mouth. His dick was very small, a little over three inches so that pretty much ruled out him fucking me, but it didn't rule out me being able to pretty much take his entire cock into my mouth and surround his cock.
"Oh my god that's so good", he said. I took his cock out and begin stroking.
"How many guys have you been with?", I asked.
"You're the fifth", he said, "only counting guys I've done oral or anal with."
"You're a bottom aren't ya", I asked,
"Yeah, I'm so small I feel like I don't think I can have sex that way", he replied.
"You don't need to, I'm a verse", I said.
"What's that?", he asked.
"I'm a top and a bottom, a switch hitter if you will and then went back down on him.
"Oh, I under....", I could tell pleasure was building on him and he was about to get off, "Staaaaaaaand", he shot into my mouth moaning loudly. Unbeknownst to us we were not alone, I stood up and started kissing him, really making out. It was a very sloppy, but very pleasurable kiss, one of his arms embraced me while the other hand put his dick away. He broke the kiss smiled at me and pecked me on the lips.
"Om my god, my ex-boyfriend was nowhere near as good as you", he told me.
"Well, this ain't my first rodeo", I said. He put our uniforms back on. To close out this wonderful time I put my hands over his shoulders and gave him a kiss. We smiled, even though we probably wouldn't see each other again, we were happy for the time we had here. Strangers having good sex and sharing a nice experience, we did nothing wrong. Just two consenting adults giving each other a nice dopamine boost.
"O'Connor and Martinez... well it looks like I got you right where I want you", a female voice said from behind us.
--Part 2: We get caught (mm, oral)--
"Right where I want you", the female voice behind us said. We separated our lips from each other aware that someone saw us kissing at least. We quickly stood next to each other and I turned around knowing the voice was that one of my company commanders (what the Navy calls drill instructors or trainers). "Oh yes, my young Seamen, you are in trouble. But let me assure you that you're in far more trouble than I am. The security system here", she pointed to the camera in the room, "it feeds to a VHS tape. Turns out it fails all the time."
I gulped, I feared I triggered a religious zealot and she was about to call the calvary to beat us up or worse. She had a lot of power over us, I was ready for the worse, but she was right. The trouble was greater than I thought. It was worse than simple violence, this was someone leveraging our activities against us.
"It's not recording now, and I could forsee the tape getting taped over (implying that she hadn't yet), if you two do exactly as I say", she said. "I have evidence on you, but you have nothing on me. So this demand never happened, I'll deny it and because I outrank you, nobody will believe you. Seaman, do you understand this? Rest assured the power didn't affect the security cameras"
"Ma'am, yes, ma'am", Preston and I said. Preston's voice was shaking as he said it. The company commander, she a petty officer got in closer to Preston, the entire time she had a calm demeanor, not the shouting we normally got. She acted cold, calculated and calm.
"No, I don't think you do O'Connor. Here's what's happening, you did something that can get you kicked out of the Navy. But I'm going to save your ass, I'm here to rescue you. First off you are not to do this outside of your Laundry time. Don't do this in the bunks, don't do this in the head (bathroom), don't do that in the bunks, don't do this anywhere unless I tell you it's okay. You're going to get caught as I just caught you."
"Ma'am, you're turning a blind eye?", Preston asked.
"No, O'Connor, I'm not. I can say what I saw anytime I like. I can say I didn't discover this until a month from now if I want", she explained, "but you have nothing on me. They're never going to believe two new recruits over a seven-year decorated Petty Officer like myself. Meaning if I ask a favor from you, you are going to take a good strong... lick at it. Now do you understand?", she asked in a stern voice.
I knew what she was doing was wrong, Preston knew it too. Later we talked and determined the best course of action was to take the harassment. We got to get off with each other, but it came at a price. We had to put on a show, or I had to perform for her. Preston was a noble man, if he could have stayed hard in her, he would have banged her too. However, I was slightly straighter than Preston, I had the capability of fucking a woman. He could only do so much, but I did what I could so that he didn't have to.
Now called a Recruit Division Commander, Petty Officer Second Class Maria Hernandez was a fierce company commander. Even before entering the training division, she was always hardboiled, always having something to prove. Even among other trainers in the Navy, Hernandez was on a power trip. She loved bossing people around, it gave her pleasure to punish people, but she wanted more. Something more nefarious, and she smelled blood in the water when she saw us. We quickly learned we had to play nice, or we'd be kicked out of the Navy. She had Brown skin on the darker side, her breasts were small at a large B or small C. She was a bit short at 5'2" (157cm), her face was tall, and she had black hair, which normally would be wavy and flowing, but was tied up in a bun almost supporting
"Petty Officer, I understand clearly, you're trying to blackmail us", Preston said.
"Of course I am, but I hold the cards, do you understand THAT?", PO Hernandez asked,
"Yes. Pettty Officer, But this....", Preston tried to say, but he knew she was right, one peep out of either of us and we're out of the Navy. "What do you want from us, Petty Officer?"
"I'm glad you've come around, one of you is slightly less gay right? You're going to fuck me, the gayer one will suck on my tit until I cum. It's you, isn't it?", she pointed it me with a flat hand, "you're the bi one!"
"Yes, Petty Officer. It's not my favorite thing, but I can get the job done", I said with far less enthusiasm than a truly bisexual guy. I am a 5 on the Kinsey scale or 8/10 gay. Getting in the mood for a woman wasn't going to be easy, but I've done it before so I knew I could do it again.
"Training ends at 1900 (7pm) tomorrow. Be back here at that time and be ready to smash. The laundry should be done now, carry on with your duties", PO Hernandez walked away. We smoothed out our uniforms and finished the laundry.
"So, are we really doing this? This is essentially forced sex with a superior", he asked me.
"Yes, and if we don't, we both get kicked out of the Navy, do you want to be homeless? Wasn't that your biggest fear having nowhere to go?", I asked him while folding clothes. He started crying.
"Yes.... OMG, I don't think I'm strong enough... maybe they're right. Maybe gay boys are too sissy", he bawled.
"Bull fucking shit, the minimum pushups needed to graduate BASIC was 50, how many did you do on the last test?", I asked.
"60, but I'm so scrawny I didn't have much to push up", he said.
"You gained 20 pounds since being here, I can assure you it wasn't fat", I reassured, "You also did well in hand-to-hand combat, you placed third in our training class."
"I don't know if I can actually fuck her, I've never had sex with a woman", he said, "I tried, but couldn't get hard."
"Let me handle that, I like guys more, but I'm sort of bi", I told him.
--Part 3: My first time having sex with a woman (FF, MM, MMF, vaginal, oral, kissing)
The next day at 7pm we met the Company Commander in the laundry room. "I've arranged for the rest of the trainees to be away with the other Company Commanders, they'll all be out of hearing range for four hours. The cameras I caught you on are off now. You mention this to anyone, especially in the chain of command, not only will you UCMJ (military laws) action for your homosexual conduct. You'll be facing something much worse. We know where you sleep, you're a captive.
But let's not think about all that ugliness.", she finished. She removed her hat and sets it on the table. "Let's get into the proper uniform to accomplish the task you are assigned", she stars unbuttoning her top. We looked at each other and we both smiled a little bit of a look of solace at each other, even though we wanted nothing to do with her we realized we still wanted to be with each other. She's clearly not offended by gay sex so I figured she might find it sexually arousing. So, we turned toward each other and reach for each other's tops as well.
"That's right Recruits, just what I wanted to see", her shirt was still on, but her bra was open, and her breasts were visible for both of us to see. Her nipples were hard, and she was stroking her left nipple, "Keep going." We finished removing our tops and undershirts and were completely shirtless. I undid his belt and kneeled and lowered his trousers to the top of his shoes. I then undid his shoes and pulled them and his socks. He did the same to me. "Kiss", she ordered.
We pulled into each other feelings the warmth of the other's naked body in this otherwise very cold room. It felt heavenly, like if I didn't already have a boyfriend, I'd be trying my hardest to get him to move where I lived or move to where he did. We had each other's arms around each other's back, but I knew that wasn't good enough for her, we needed to be sexy. I started kissing down his neck, biting on the lower part. He breathed in heavily, I glanced over and saw that our company commander was completely naked, she was sitting on a chair with her right hand rubbing slowly up and down on her trimmed pussy, her lips weren't that big and it was as light brown as the rest of her. I continued going down reaching his left nipple.
I reached over to his right nipple and started pinching it. He grabbed my head and pulled me in, he was clearly enjoying this and non-verbally demanding I lick some more. I stopped and kept going down. I got to my knees and took him in my mouth, he was very hard so hard I was shocked he was a bottom. I suspect today that he was just not confident in himself and probably has topped someone since.
"Enough with the show", a breathy speaking Company Commander got up and hopped on the high folding table laying down, "time for some audience participation." She leaned up and pointed to her crotch. "Eat up bitch boy, your dick doesn't need to be hard for this." This was both insulting because she implied bottoms are weak, but also funny because Preston's dick was hard. I certainly knew this because his dick was currently in my mouth.
We re-positioned ourselves in a way so that I could suck on Preston while he ate her pussy. I looked up, he described this for me later, but I can speculate well as what it looked like. He was hesitant for about 15 seconds. 15 seconds I knew had to have felt like forever to him. He leaned down and for the first time in his life, lowered his face down on a female. He opened his mouth and lay his pointed tongue at her clit and slowly dragged it along the slit. He was visibly weirded out by the taste. I kept moving up and down, I put my hands around him and moved my fingers down his crack around the outside. He moaned and involuntarily flattened his tongue against the company commander's slit. He moved it the other way from bottom to top.
The company commander moaned, I almost felt like I was pleasuring her at this point so I decided to pick up the pace really putting the moves on his cock, I felt the ring of the head move in and out and in and out of my mouth I could tell by his hair standing up on his legs he was very much enjoying himself. He must have at least watched porn because he moved his lips and tonged with the speed of a straight male porn star, but not the expertise of a female.
The company commander was breathing in and out heavily and was starting to moan, "Hooooooooooeeee!" she said in a moan like voice. I quickly put my index finger in his asshole and sucked even faster. I could tell I reached his point of no return, but the good news about that is the company commander started screaming, "ooooooh yes, keep eating bitch boy, make me cum.... Oh yeaaaaaah!" and she clearly did, followed by him into my mouth. He pulled out of my mouth and stood upright. I stood up too and gave him a few kisses. "Give me some of that" the company commander said nearly breathless. Preston got on top of her and started making out with her. It was nowhere near as enthusiastically as with me, he was giving this his best effort.
I got on top of her too and it became a three-way kiss. After a few seconds he pulled back and it was just me kissing the company commander. Before we continue let's review a quick history of all my female kisses up until this point. Each experience added to the confusion I live today. It's why I call myself 80-90% gay.
My first kiss with a girl was pre-pubescent at 10, it was enjoyable but without hormones we only had the feelings of closeness and novelty, so it wasn't all that intense. My second kiss was at 12 and it felt messy and sloppy. The fact she wasn't all that attractive wasn't helping matters. Then came the summer between middle school and summer when I was 13. I was so innocent I thought a girl wanting me alone in my room meant that she wanted to play LEGOs or something. Well, she wanted me to make out with her and I did. She showed me how to suck a tit and it was the first time I got a girl off. I used my hand and I remember her saying deeper. She then taught me I should suck her tit or kiss her while fingering her. I wasn't turned off by any of this at all, but I was super hesitant to take it further because I was worried about getting her pregnant.
The best kiss though and the one that had me chasing the high was Kira. She was a skinny white girl with light brown hair that went down to her upper back. She was the best kisser I've experienced before high school. We would make out for hours, it would excite my hormones to be with her. But then her dad found out about us and separated us. Sadly, we had trouble going around his back. I decided to give up. I feel guilty that my last letter was a meetup proposal, I doubt she showed up to the time and place. I heard she ended up pregnant a year later. I suspect that if I wanted to go all the way with her and her father wasn't cock-blocking me, I probably would have gone all the way with her. It always puzzled me how some girls thought I was the hottest guy in the world, but most didn't want anything to do with me.
But during high school, I kissed a total of 2 girls. It never had the same spark as it did with Kira. In fact, even when I was with Brandon it didn't have the same spark. I realized it wasn't because I didn't like boys or girls and I was asexual, it meant I was not a hormone crazed 13-year-old, even in high school just 2 years later my hormones while still chaotic were nowhere near as intense than when I was in middle school. Hilariously throughout every single one of these kissing relationships I was having sex with Brandon. Toward the beginning I figured we were just having fun to get off until we could be with girls. It was only later in about Junior year did I catch feelings for Brandon.
Let's flash forward back to today. Here I am 20 years old, I haven't kissed a girl since I was 16. But like the proverbial bicycle I hopped on and rode it like I never skipped a beat. Kissing her was nice, almost as nice as kissing Preston was. I was already hard from sucking Preston so I pressed myself against her as Preston pulled away. The cold metal table was not exactly a warm surface, but we were so hot none of us cared. My dick for the first time in my life entered a woman's vagina. I pressed in and it went in easy, I went in and out slowly. I leaned up pulling and pushed in with me almost perpendicular to her. She pulled Preston into her face and started making out with him.
I started humping her and it honestly started feeling OK, nearly as good as with guys. I didn't think much of it, because I had already came out of the closet by this point. Outside of the military I was an open book about my sexuality, the military was very much a back into the closet experience. I picked up the pace. Preston moved from her mouth to her breast and started sucking. The feelings were getting better. I was going to cum, no stopping me now, but when I did I lacked the enthusiasm I had with most guys, but it wasn't because she was a girl. As I mentioned I would have had sex with a girl prior to this day had I the opportunity. It just wasn't in the cards for me until now.
But I didn't ask for it, I didn't pursue this. She was in a position of power, the novelty of this was fighting with this. She got what she wanted and as her bonus she got off. She dropped her commanding act and went to a voice of understanding.
"Wow boys, that went better than I thought. Never had a gay boy make me cum You'd do well being a male prostitute for women. Here's the tape from the night you two were banging, watch it and destroy it for yourself. Nobody will ever know, and I will never tell them. Seriously, let me know if you need to bang, I'll be sure to turn off the cameras and clear the area. Now head to your bunks."
That was it, her offer of this was enough that neither of us felt that we should report this. The reason was selfish, who knows if she did this again? I just didn't want Preston to be homeless and I sure as hell didn't want to deny myself college benefits. I heard Preston cried that night, he never directly admitted this to me. Preston and I had sex many times after the incident, I had sex with the company commander two more times, I was happy that she left Preston alone. She said I ate her out better than Preston anyway.
I then went back home. I never saw Preston again, back to reality. Back to my boyfriend... wait my fiancée, I asked him to Marry me already back in Chapter 3 (Chapter 8 for the gay version of this story). Statements, conduct and marriage.... I guess since gay marriage isn't legal, I can wait until after I separate from the military. I was setting myself up for success, the military might lead to me having a steady job, I'm going to have a husband a white picket fence. You know what? My life is going to be okay.