Novel & Cerita Gay Military Story

He turns the coin in his hands. “She said it’s the same as the ones they used to give ancient Roman warriors who made it through real tough battles.” “Are you a warrior, Marco?” “I used to be when I was younger.” I give him a sad smile. “I was in the military with Alpha Bronx, Beta Milo, and Gamma Reggie. They’re all a couple years older than me, but we served in the war together.” “Were you in a war?” Andy’s mouth drops open. “Yeah, I was.” I nod slowly and smile at him. “Now I’m a guard. Your guard.”

Sergeant Kane, a battle scarred 36 years old beast of a man, runs his platoon with iron discipline. Private Ryan, a 22 years old cocky and stunning recruit, keeps pushing his every boundary. What starts as brutal correction quickly explodes into raw, secret dominance and desperate need. The taboo runs deep... rank, age, the constant risk of getting caught in a military environment where one wrong moan could end both their careers. Expect sweat soaked uniforms, late night barracks fucks, punishing drills that turn filthy, and real combat missions where adrenaline feeds their hunger.

“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.

My eyes lit up at a Colt model 1847 walker, an M1903 Springfield, and a Krummlauf (STG-4) amongst a set of other exotic guns. “Wow.” The word escaped my lips unconsciously and he laughed. “I know that feeling.” His hands slip into his pockets as he shifts on his feet excitedly. “I’m different from the rest, you know? Everyone here had served the Axton family for years before they got directed to join the military. For me, I’ve only heard about this place…” “You mean everyone here had once served the family? Why were they asked to leave?” I asked brows raised curiously. The young soldier paused as if realizing something, then he batted his curly eyelashes incredulously. “Heard it was nothing

I realized he wanted to hear the story so I told him. “It was about 14 years ago, I was ten and my brother was 18. Kevin was a muscle guy. He always wanted to be in a profession, where you have to use your muscle more than your brain. Like boxing, fire fighter or the army. But my father wanted him to get in to business. Kevin didn’t cave in like I did to dads’ vision. And one day, Kevin got in to a huge fight with mom and dad. I remembered them yelling for hours. Kev ran out of their room and jumped in to his. That night my brother ran away and he never came back. Few days later, we heard from his friends that he joined the army. And about five years later, we heard that his base was attacke

"I'm Kel." Why did he give her his name? So much for staying out of the situation. She stopped a few feet from him, her head only coming up to him mid-chest. Gargoyles were tall. That was true. Taller than most. It had been useful when he'd been on the offensive line at Penn State. Until he'd found ROTC and decided that was his path and not professional football. "Do you know Billy Malone?" Kel contemplated how much he should reveal. She was from a government agency and he'd already been knee deep in one of those. The military had provided the necessary structure that his wild family of sisters hadn't. The ones in the local government weren't so friendly. "I do."

I was dumbfounded when I remembered the ad at the airport. "Alpha, Alpha," I called after the man running after him and his Beta. I heard him curse and stop while the Beta laughed. "What is it?" Alpha Moon asked me, sounding Impatient, and I sighed. "I just came in from Geneva, and I want to join the military here," I said, and both he and the Beta began to laugh. "The military isn't for your kind," he said, and I was offended. "And what kind is accepted in the military?" I asked him, and he turned toward me and smiled.

He did not worry too much after they parted ways and asked Herschel to hang out with him. The hotel dinner could not quite satisfy his appetite, as he felt like having some street food. This worked in his favor since he could have a beer with Herchel and chat about the latter’s past. They had known each other for a long time now and had never talked about it. Hence, Herschel briefly introduced himself as they had some street food. “My family didn’t do well when I was young, and I was pretty flippant. They had a military recruitment base in our area, so I enlisted. I actually did quite well in the army and got myself a master who was the champion of the military martial arts competition.

Since Chassie, Keely and their cousin Ramona West were the only girls, Aunt C made doubly sure they spent time alone away from their wild boy cousins. Chassie’s thoughts flew to Cam. She couldn’t comprehend not ever seeing his teasing smile again. Or being a victim of his practical jokes. Or watching him lace up his battered running shoes before he took off on his daily ten-mile run. Cam’s life obsessions were working out and guns. No one had been particularly surprised when he’d enlisted in the armed forces. But his family was shocked when he’d made the military—not the McKay Ranch—his career. She balanced the tin of cookies. She’d barely climbed the steps when her cousin Colt stepped on th