Gay Military Story Novels & Stories

"Tell me about you. Real stuff." "We are not going to talk about my military history or what I do now," he said, frowning. "Grew up in Connecticut. Old money family. My parents wanted me to take over the family investment firm. I wanted to do something that mattered for our country.” "So you joined the military." "I said—" Lauren waved a hand at him, cutting him off. "I know what you said, but tell me anyway. Even if it isn’t our cover story.” "So I joined the military." A ghost of a smile. "My father didn't speak to me for two years. Called it beneath our station. Said I was throwing away my future."

I could not share my feelings with anyone and would not tell them why I did not want to go back to the old town in Tennessee. Eventually, people started to whisper. My father also heard that I was gay and he insisted on military training after university for me. My mother of course would hear nothing of it but then I had to do it. I eventually graduated from university, a virgin who had never tasted the warmth of a woman but I was no nerd, I was just shattered. I was at the top of events at school. You just name it whether academics or sports. I had it all. The gifted virgin, you could say I was.

After having come out as gay, I lost many of my friends and I was finally starting to gain some new ones. I was 21 and I felt like I had the word ahead of me. Living in the south I had always hunted and I had recently joined a new hunting club and met a friend there named Billy. Billy was a larger guy very woods type longer hair bigger gut, a married man with a passion for hunting. We just seemed to click not sure why we had a 12 year age difference but we were friends .

Gabe said. “We all have issues sometimes. I had to deal with someone lying about me in the worst way. She claimed I raped her and then got her pregnant. Even my own parents believed the story even though it was so completely out of character for me. I left and joined the military after the truth came out. Even though my name was cleared, I still had to deal with the looks and the comments. I haven’t seen my family since.” Max said as he looked at the man who was a few years older than him. “We don’t have to have the same experience to feel bad for each other.” “I’m sorry, man,” Gabe said as he put out his hand to Max. “I am still having issues with all of this.”

“Tell me about it.” “You never really explained how you learned how to be a good shot. You killed like five people back there.” “Four. And I missed the last person because of my vision.” “How are you that good?” I stared into the space between us before nodding. “Well, during my phase of trying to piss off my dad, I decided to join the army. My dad was saying so many bad things about the army and I just figured at the time that maybe joining the army and learning some of their ways wouldn’t be bad. So I joined and then I stayed there for a year.

“I am sorry. It’s so hard for me to get my head around that. You’re a good person. He should be proud of you.” “But I’m not a Marine or a Navy man. I’m not even a soldier. He would have tolerated me going into the Army, but Kade and I were groomed to become Marines or sailors from the moment we took our first breaths. I bucked tradition. I tarnished the family name. Apparently, our family’s military service goes back to the days of the Civil War, according to my father.” “That’s impressive.”

CANNON EASY PEASY, LEMON FUCKING SQUEEZY. Except it wasn’t that easy, not by a long shot it wasn’t. “In the army huh. My cousin was a seal of some sort, five years in the TEAMS and he came back as a nutjob”, Ted or Jake ( I couldn’t fucking tell them apart anyway) said and I swallowed his insinuation of ‘ all military men are fucking nuts’ with a small forced smile. Try watching your pals blow into smithereens and then tell me how you would react after. We weren’t necessarily whack in the head but whatever shit we saw in the open field stayed imbued in us like a fucking drug.

“Short, please. No more blonde for me.” “Oh?” He raises his eyes. “I’m, uh, I’m joining the military.” I shrug. “I want it clean so I don’t get, like, razzed about looking like a girl or whatever.” “A high and tight for boot camp. Got it.” He pats my shoulder reassuringly. “They’re still gonna butcher it on day one, ya know.” “Yeah. I’ve heard rumors.” I frown at him. “At least there won’t be much for them to take off. Right?”

“My father and Giuseppe Reina served in the Army together. They were just kids—barely out of high school. My dad didn’t come from money. His father was a coal miner in Pennsylvania. His mom worked in a grocery store. If he wanted college, the military was the only ticket. “Giuseppe… you probably know, he was the second son. Much younger than his brother. That brother was groomed to take over the family business. Giuseppe? He was an afterthought. Spoiled, wild. Drugs. Booze. Fights with rival families. “Eventually, his father gave him a choice: clean up in the military or get cut off. He enlisted. Ended up in the same basic training class as my dad. “When Desert Storm broke out, they were dep

Isaac blinked, clearly hesitant, but also not wanting to deny Alice’s sympathy “I served in the army for a while and, after that, I spent two years in Russia…” “You’ve been in the military? Oh, man, that’s cool.” Giovanni said, impressed as any other teenage girl would be “What kind of training did you get there?” “Uh… Nothing too impressive. My superiors were hoping I’d make a career out of it, but I had plans to go into business at some point, so…”