My Veteran

In honor of Veterans Day and all veterans

We started in high school, he was the quarterback, I was on the track team, we crushed on each other from the ninth grade, we became close, I mean close friends. We were both in the closet, throughout high school, for our own good. He dated a typical cheerleader, she set me up with one of her friends. Throughout all of high school I don’t think they ever knew. In senior year we often double dated either in his car or mine, making it convenient to drop our dates off and continue with our own escapade, usually winding up in the back seat somewhere down a dark dirt road. We got into necking with the girls, and some touchy-feely under the clothes. We went to parties, sporting events, dances, and basically everywhere as a 4 some. Chuck and I debated how we would handle prom, as the girls were pressuring us to go further, and alone. The longer we hid this from them the worse the breakup would be, or worse if they figured it out on their own.

I first saw Chuck naked after a football game, he had a very wet towel wrapped around himself after his shower, I grabbed it off him and rolled it up to snap at him, and I accidentally hit him in the nuts, he doubled over in pain, falling to the floor in his fetal position exposed his perfect round ass while he, waddled in pain. I thought of this site often and pictured it In my mind while jerking off, yes I certainly had feelings for Chuck.

We accidentally came out to one another, in the 9th grade when one night we were hanging out in the park after dark, just talking, when I had to pee, and I went to a tree to do so, he followed and decided to do the same, innocent enough, we crossed streams and laughed. Well it became a regular thing, wherever we were, and only if we were alone, it grew to me holding and controlling his, and him mine, we soon found that we enjoyed the others touch and gradually grew into mutual masturbation, and multiple hand jobs. We still never admitted we had gay feelings for each other. I enjoyed touching his long smooth dick, especially being able to make him come, his balls were velvety smooth covered in a slight peach fuzz. He handled my dick lovingly and he often got off making me get off, he could make himself come again just by thinking about me coming.

In 10th grade we made it a regular thing and actually scheduled dates to play with each other, once he got a girlfriend, we subsided a bit, but still had the occasional Trist. During one of these, we decided to try blowing one and other, that started us back to a regular basis at least 2 or 3 times a week. I loved the taste of his dick, especially if he was hot and sweaty, or if it was cooped up inside his underwear all day, his precum was nice but his young cum squirts were the best, I learned to lick up and swallow every spilled drop. He gave me oral, by making me wait, he always delayed the final moment, I don’t know how he knew but he stopped just at the right time and restarted again too. When I came he also lapped up my seed with pleasurable delight. We both tried to taste our own cum from time to time, I managed to succeed where he didn’t much care to do it to himself. We talked and discovered our feelings were toward each other, and it was not just a sexual experimentation anymore. Even though we had girlfriends, we didn’t have the same feelings toward them, by 11th grade we went the step further and tried anal. I pushed too hard too fast and didn’t learn the art of proper lubrication, or proper preparation. He got into me but it hurt so much and for so long I really thought I was injured or bleeding inside, needless to say, neither of us cared for it at the time, but we loved our other activities. By 12th grade we both had cars and we started to double date, staying out later. But our love for one another was unlike any other we knew. We got over our anal issues and learned to pleasure each other that way as well. We often went parking and were naked together more than not. Chuck had a beautiful body, perfectly proportioned, he was taller and heavier than me, I was a smaller build but built tight, perfect for the track team.

I always worked at my parents hardware store summer, nights, and weekends when school activities permitted. I got Chuck a job there freshman year, and I usually managed to get him on my shifts, often closing together, allowing us private time in the back room on slow nights or after closing, dad didn’t have cameras in the back room, yet. Sex in that room will always be remembered. Often after closing we’d turn out the lights and take turns stripping one and other, we gave each other tongue baths, and usually ended with double spasming orgasms. We often tried to come at the same time, collapsing in each other’s bodies.

After high school, we both got an apartment in town to share, people only thought it be natural as we were always close friends. I didn’t attend college, instead I went full time at the store, Chuck couldn’t afford to go full time, as the pay was too low for him, as it was a small mom and pop store and now I was being groomed to take over. Chucks parents were fixing to move out of town shortly after high school, and a recurring injury prevented chuck from any scholarship even if he was eligible, and so football was nothing more for him than an intramural sport. The apartment was small and he continued to pay his share from his part time work, there was nothing better than coming home to him and dinner, and finally sleeping together every night, we always were nude, and we loved cuddling, I often held his dick and balls while we spooned in bed, he liked that very much, and I always knew cause of his rapid fire growth as soon as I touched it. We finished each other’s thoughts always, we were a perfect match. We kept his twin bed in a 2nd bedroom but it was a hoax. We shared my full bed in what was supposedly my bedroom. Our parents and friends never knew or figured it out. Someday we were going to have to come out as that was probably the only thing that kept bothering our relationship, is that we weren’t being truthful with our loved ones.

After looking for good paying jobs unsuccessfully, Chuck eventually decided to enlist against my and his parents wishes, so now I had a long distance relationship to deal with, which was hard enough, but it also gave us an excuse not to come out of the closet, another delay in our bothersome problem. So we were still a secret, which made things worse for me at home. Our girlfriends moved on to out of town colleges, and tried to keep in touch but as we figured they’d lose interest quickly and move on which they did. My biggest problem was mom and dad, pushing me to slow down at the store and meet some nice girls and settle down, and don’t get me started on grandkids.

Chuck left 2 months later, the weekend before I took the weekend off, we got very drunk and went on a sex bender. Basically 48 hours of non stop sex, we both couldn’t walk the following day and needed a day of rest pushing us to 72 hours of fun and games only coming up for air and food. How I was already missing him. The following weekend he left me with my tears, and it was about 6 months before we could coordinate one of his short leaves, and my first real live visit. Sure we had letters and phone calls. But nothing was a wonderful as touching his body with every part of mine and vice versa for him. Upon our first visit, I immediately noticed he was quite a bit more buff, Chuck was in better shape than ever, even though he was always fit being the quarterback in high school, I liked his new physique, but was jealous of the guys around him. He said he doesn’t dare say anything about his sexuality, as the other guys were quite homophobic. As we parted I sensed a relief, and happiness over Chuck, and I asked him to always be careful and watch his back.

Several months went by, and our coordinated meetings became few and far between, Chuck was transferred across the country making it even harder. Face time barely came into existence, but it was grainy and tough back then, plus privacy for Chuck was tough. The letters and phone became our staple, occasionally we did the dirty talk phone calls which defiantly got me off. Chuck could sure narrate a sexual encounter with me as if I were right there with him, sexual satisfaction at its best.

One trip to see him, I noticed he was pretty bruised, and beat up, he never told me about, but said, some of the guys found one of my letters and read it out loud in the barracks in front of everyone, he said they all laughed at him, but one night he had the crap beat out of him by several guys, he wound up in the infirmary for 2 or 3 days about a week earlier, anyway he didn’t identify them, but he’s pretty sure he knew who they were. He said things have been rough since, he didn’t think he could take it anymore, and might have to leave as soon as he could. My visit was at the right time, but there was little sexual interaction this time, it was more healing interaction, we were there to support each other, him more than me, how can this world be so cruel and will it ever be easy to be out.

Just over a year later, he was rotated in to Iraq, my heart dropped when I heard that. He supposedly was in a fairly safe job, the letters continued but the calls became less frequent. I buried my head into the business to try to take my mind off it. Mom continued to try to set me up with every single girl that came in the store, or some friend of a friend, I wanted to come out to them so bad, but still felt that decision should be ours together. This delay weighed heavy on my mind.

Then one night the feared phone call came, 4am, Chucks father. I heard the distress on the other end of the line, and a lot of silence, I immediately began to tear up, and demanded and said what? What?. He said Chuck……he was shot…. Badly….. he may not make it….. after long pauses and a few other known details, he assured me he would contact me at any additional information as it came in. He was somewhere in hospital in Iraq still, but currently safe, but unconscious, and he lost too much blood.

I immediately drove across town to my parents house. I Frightened my mom and dad out of bed, I was even still in my PJ’s. Mom was first up to grab and hug me before I said anything as she knew something was desperately wrong and said what? What? I barely could get it out. I finally said “ I have 2 things I need to tell you and both are bad, my dad said later the first thought was Chuck, the second was something with the store, please sit I said, first….. Chuck is shot and dying in Iraq, I just got off the phone with his dad,……. and secondly, …….I need to tell you I love him and we’ve been a couple since 9th grade, I’m sorry….. but we’re, I’m….. gay. With that my tough Vietnam veteran dad rose and walked towards me and said, son,……….” you are, and always will be, our son, you make us proud every single day, and I don’t give a flying shit about your sex life, and you know we already think of Chuck as a son, and your brother, now let’s concentrate, on his recovery, you don’t need any other distractions, and NO you can not and will not go to him yet, you can’t. Just pray and wait for more news. We will support you in every step.” I was shocked at his compassion, a side of dad I’ve never ever seen, and we embraced with the longest hardest hug I can ever remember. A 1000 ton weight was lifted off my shoulders, but I still had another to get off.

About 2 weeks later, Chucks dad called with good news after too many calls saying things were status quo, Chuck was finally doing better, he’s awake, and they spoke briefly on the phone, they were moving him to Germany soon, they were headed there, I immediately told them I wanted to go too, we coordinated our tickets and went together. The trip was brutal, even though I knew his parents fairly well, they still didn’t know about us, I wanted to tell them, but didn’t want to take that opportunity away from Chuck, I didn’t want to betray him especially at this sensitive time. Upon arrival we met with the doctors first, who initially wouldn’t allow me in, but at his parents instance they did. They explained his condition and while out of the woods he still had a lot of work and rehabilitation to get through. We saw Chuck, he was conscious and he reached for my hand, I instinctively bent over and kissed him, not realizing what that must have looked like to his parents, then his mom and dad did the same we did a 4 way bending over the bed hug.

He immediately after he said, mom and dad I want to introduce you to my fiancé, and I nearly dropped to the floor my knees buckled and I began crying unstoppable. His parents made me compose myself and sat me down, his mom took a ring out of her purse and placed it on my finger, a black stainless steel band, I was a mess, his dad shook my hand and said “never ever be ashamed of who either of you are”. And remember we are the proudest parents you could ever have, and I said “except next to mine” and Chuck said you told them? And I said yes the day you were shot, he smiled with happiness and explained he told his parents on the first phone call after waking up, and he was proud of their reaction. What’s worse for me is we flew all the way to Germany and they didn’t ever indicate they knew.

Anyway the story was Chuck was in an ambush with 3 other guys, there were 2 insurgents, they were stopped and trapped and they got shot up, Chuck managed to kill both of them even though he was hit and hurt badly. He called on the radio for help, and then attended to his 3 partners wounds, administering first aid, and ultimately saving their lives. Before attending to his own life threatening injuries. He passed out before the help came, and didn’t wake till several days later. He later explained that 2 of the guys he saved were actually two of the guys that participated in the beating for being gay a few years earlier. We remain friends to this day with these 3 guys and see each other regularly, in fact all 3 were at our wedding 6 months later.

After we were married, we got an apartment close to Chucks base, I worked remotely for the store, handing ordering, inventory, payroll, and all the books, I commuted at least once a month to work in the store, later moving back to my parents house as they began to need more time off.

Chuck and I together, through the same surrogate, have those grandchildren my parents so wanted, a girl and a boy. My parents both passed away several years later. Chuck stayed in the military, for 12 years, he left, with numerous decorations, and was promoted multiple times during his stint. I moved the kids back to our hometown, they attended the same high school Chuck an I did, it was weird seeing our old sports photos in the trophy cases.

I sold the hardware store as the big chains put the squeeze on, we made a substantial sum of profit, enabling us to retire quite comfortably. Our small hometown that seemed forever stuck in the 1950’s, has greatly changed. Our 2 lane Main Street was now a 4 lane road with turning lanes. The property the store stood on is now a Home Depot parking lot, I often sit parked in section D, which is about where our store once stood, I reminisce often and try to find those old dirt roads that Chuck and I used to go parking on. We traveled the world together enjoying every day as if it was our last. We even looked up our old girlfriends and Chucks ex is a lesbian, of all odd coincidences, and mine has been married 3 times with 4 kids, we also remain good friends, and we have attended many class reunions as well.

I’m proud of my Chuck for being the man he is, and his high morels, even toward those who shunned him, I’m proud of every American service man, straight, gay, bi, black white, democrat, republican, Christian, non Christian, and the like, who did and especially those who didn’t get to return home to the wonderful life we have enjoyed because of them. The world is changing, some changes are good others are not, I miss the old home town, the ice cream shop, the gas station with the bell hoses, the florets, the drug store, today we have a strip mall, box stores and chain restaurants. The morality of acceptance is getting better every day, but it’s on the right track.