Gay Military Story Novels & Stories

I don't know how to answer his question so I chose to keep my mouth shut and enjoy the cold breeze. "You know what? When Mason and I were just 13 years old, dad enlisted us to the army." Lautner said breaking the silence that surrounded us. "Um, Mason kind of told me about that," I reply to him. "Can you believe it? We were just fucking kids, we were supposed to go to a normal school and play normal toys, but instead, we were deployed into a deserted area and let us play a rifle as our toy." Lautner then added and I couldn't help but feel pity for him because of the way he told me his story, it was as if he didn't want to join the army.

speaking, the idle chatter stopped and all eyes were on Jaris as he made his important announcement. “First of all,” he began, “I want to thank my folks for this delicious birthday meal. And I can’t wait to try the cake.” Everyone laughed and his mother beamed proudly. “Second of all, Carey and I have an announcement.” He looked at his cousin, who had also been standing, and was now walking over to stand on the other side of Jaris. “Carey and I enlisted yesterday. You are looking at Lt. Carey Adams, and Lt. Jaris Adams, Missouri State Guard.” At first, everyone seemed to draw in a deep breath simultaneously. But then, there was a round of applause.

Boys begging for death She ran her hands up his sides while she licked the flat disc of his nipple into a hard peak. Lightning shot through his system and short-circuited everything except her. He ached. Christ, did he ache. For her to keep going, to stop, to quit making him...feel. "But you're alive. You escaped." Damn, it was impossible to focus. Cool raindrops leftover from the storm hit their hot skin and he was shocked there wasn't steam. "Once I was thrown in juvie, I became disposable until release. But I joined the Army and never went back."

Jenny POV There are things that I can't say, that even Benny, my partner doesn't know... You know, these things don't necessarily have to do with secret missions, after all I am a soldier. I am a Gamma, meaning that I was born to fight, I have a great sense for fighting, missions and all that. Not that the others aren't good too, but Gammas have a natural predisposition for these things. I didn't start training at the age of 5, like Hope, but that didn't stop me from having excellent results.

I said as I looked at the man expectantly. He was in a full suit, he had the sign tucked under his arms while taking my luggage from me and started moving towards a car. My brother and I were very close growing up but our recent life choices had us mostly separated for a long time. We came from a troubled home with our narcissistic and abusive father and our weak complaint of a mother who put her father before anything, even us her children. Kelvin couldn't stand living in our home, so at the age of twenty years, freshly out of high school, he enlisted into the army. I was eleven years old at the time and those years were my hell. He spent three years in training and then spent another six

Using the bereavement compensation his parents left behind, he rented the cheapest shack in the village and marched straight into the military recruitment office to enlist. "Once I join the army and rack up enough achievements, I'll be able to get you registered as a military spouse. When that time comes, no one can marry you off!" Nathan vowed. During his first three years as a new recruit, he risked his neck every day in the reconnaissance company. Before heading out on any dangerous mission, he would always slip my photo into his breast pocket, right against his chest. Meanwhile, I worked a civilian desk job in the Personnel Office, pinching every penny of my meager salary. During our dar

"Just so you understand, I expect reciprocal questions for every one you've asked me and I am keeping count." Oh no. "I joined the military right out of high school, and it has a way of giving men particular skill sets which comes in handy for different professions post service." I run over his words in my head. "You said a lot of words without saying much at all." Graham smirks. "I know. Now tell me about you. Where did you come from? Why are you here? How long do you plan on staying?" He reminds me of a child trying to get in all of his questions at one time, and I wait until he finishes before I answer them altogether as quick as possible.

I remember I was barely sixteen when I started researching about the different divisions. One of the happiest times of my teenage life was the day I got my letter. Two years in the army I decided to join the navy. It wasn’t long after my training, I got recruited for my first big mission in Iraq, then Namibia. Got home a few years after that. Met a woman. Almost got myself married but the man upstairs took pity on a fucker like me, and killed her before I went down that road. Thorn, the club and my pops were there to pick my sorry ass up. It wasn’t long after that fuck-fest I got recruited by Rounder to join the Special Ops team.