I am a heavy munitions specialist in the U.S. Army assigned to Ft. Hood, Texas. I was back in the States after my second tour in Iraq and looking forward to going home for a little R&R. I had been approved for a leave to start in three weeks. My hometown is near Chicago and I hadn’t been back in nearly fifteen months. The Army doesn’t like idle time so I would be drilling and training for the next three weeks. On day two of my twenty-one day countdown I was in the mess hall for morning chow. Sitting at my table was Sgt. Holmes. I knew that he was from the Chicago area but knew little else about the man. I had heard a few of the troops call him Sgt Homo. I didn’t know what his sexual orientation was, nor did I care. I follow the Don’t ask, don’t tell policy. We were both Cubs fans and talked a little about that. He said that he wanted to catch a game or two when he went home in a couple weeks. I said that I too was going home soon. He suggested that we coordinate our leave dates so that we could drive up together. That way we could share the driving and travel expenses. That sounded good to me. I double timed it to see my First Sergeant and request a change in my leave orders. When I told him that I would be riding with Sgt. Holmes he chuckled. What’s so funny?” I asked. “You’re riding with Sgt. Homo?” I said that I didn’t believe that crap. And if he tried anything, I would kick the dog shit out of him. Top chuckled Anadolu Yakası Escort again as he studied his computer screen for a minute. He made some key strokes. “Your new orders are in the printer” as he pointed to the machine. Two weeks later at 0600 hours we were loading the back of his minivan with our duffle bags. I hung my Class-A uniform behind the driver’s seat. He asked why I was bringing my Class-A. I explained that my grandfather was a Korean Conflict vet and living in an assisted living facility. My mother wanted me to wear it when I visited him, as he would want to show me off to the other residents. Sgt. Holmes gave me a knowing nod. Then he shocked me when he said that a good looking guy like me in uniform would have to beat off the nurses at the home. Uh oh. Sgt Homo thinks I’m a good looking guy. What if he was gay? What if he did make a move on me? Would I really have to kick the dog shit out of him? Later as we rode along in silence I began to think about what he had said. I’m not gay. There were times when I wondered what it would be like to lie down with another man. Often in the showers I would check out the penises of the other men. I only did this to reassure myself that my penis was slightly bigger than most. At least that was what I kept telling myself. Besides, I had always enjoyed sex with women. But still I wondered. I also wondered if Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan I was being silly having these thoughts just because Sgt. Holmes thought that I was a good looking guy. I tried to put this out of my head be paying attention to the country music playing on the radio. Around dinner time we got off the highway and looked for a motel for the night. There were a few to choose from. We selected the one with a swimming pool. We parked and entered the registration lobby. The hottie behind the desk gave us bright smile as we walk in. “You guys military?” she asked. She answered her own question by pointing to our heads and said that our haircuts were her first clue. She apologized that there was only one room left. It only had one king-size bed but she could have a cot brought in. Good news followed. She said that her daddy owned the place. Her daddy always said that they should do whatever they could for our brave men and women in uniform. Therefore the room would be free. Her name was Brittany. She let us know that she would be available if we wanted anything, anything at all. The message was clear. The cot would be in our room by the time we got back from dinner. The dining room was small with a modest menu. The lone server was Ashley and we learned that she was Brittany’s sister. Ashley, too, wanted very much to make our stay a pleasant one. Sgt. Escort Anadolu Yakası Holmes seemed not to notice what the sisters were implying. He did ask if there was a place to run nearby. There was. Ashley gave us the simple directions to get there. After dinner we went back to the room to change into running clothes. I tried to get a peek at his cock when he dropped his boxers but he was wearing a cup. I let out a slight moan of disappointed. If he heard the moan he gave no indication. Outside, we jogged off in the direction Ashley had given us. Down the road a hundred clicks, right turn, another hundred clicks, another right. We came upon a fitness park and jogging trail. Max took the lead on the trail. I was calling him Max now. He was calling me Daniel. He took off on a strong pace as I trailed behind. His stride was effortless. I admired his toned body from behind. He had to be about ten years older than I but in much better condition. We did the full three miles on the trail. When we got back the starting point he set a much faster pace back to the hotel. We headed right for the swimming pool, removed our running shoes and dove into the water. After about ten laps of the pool I had to stop. Max swam another six laps. I knew that if he tried anything, kicking the dog shit out of this guy would not be an option. I would have to succumb. I began to think that maybe I might welcome his advances. I kept telling myself that I was straight. But that didn’t stop me from wondering, what if. Back in the room, Max, having earlier removed his shirt and shoes poolside, had only to drop his running shorts and jock strap for me to get a look at his cock. He lost these items with his back to me before heading for the shower. I would have to wait a bit longer.