Sergeant Daddy

By M.B. Linders

DESCRIPTION:
A young soldier continues his pre-enlistment gay ways with his platoon sergeant.

EXCERPT:
"I think the lady at the front desk knows what goes on here," I continued, taking a sip from my bottle.

"Mary? Yeah, she does. I slip her some dick every so often to keep her happy," he replied.

"You fuck her?" I asked, amazed. I'd thought he was completely gay. And, to be honest, she wasn't exactly the flower of womanhood.

"Yeah," he answered. "It's not too bad, and well worth it to keep her mouth shut. Plus, she knows what to do with the 'Smith' reservation."

"So you do this often?" I asked. I don't know why, but I felt a little bit jealous.

"Every couple of months," he said. "Only with locals, though. You're the first soldier that I've brought here."

I felt a warm glow at his admission. His comment shoved the jealousy back and made me feel special. I set my beer on the nightstand, and dropped to my knees in front of him. I gave him a questioning, excited look and he stood up. Undressing, his cock was already half-hard. As soon as he sat back down, my lips captured his cockhead, and I slowly took his length into my mouth.

As I happily pleasured his cock, he groaned, "Jesus. I've gotten a lot of blowjobs in my life, but you're the best I've found so far." He gently took my head in his hands as I bobbed up and down his shaft, loving every time his meat went deep into my mouth. I wanted his cum, wanted to feel him throb in my mouth and fill it with his cream. I could tell he was close, and worked even harder to push him over the edge.

Suddenly, unexpectedly, he yanked me off of his cock. "Get in bed," he growled. I quickly got to my feet and jumped on the bed. I rolled over onto my back and he pulled the panties off of me and threw them on the floor, then crawled between my legs. I wanted to lift my legs onto his shoulders and take him deep in my ass, but he prevented me. Instead, crawled back on top of me and kissed me again.

It took my breath away. This man knew how to kiss! He pulled his lips away from mine, and I moaned as he moved down my neck, kissing and sucking and biting me lightly. My dick throbbed as he moved further down, capturing one of my nipples with his lips. Oh, god, it felt so good!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lot's Cave, Inc.
• Release date: Nov 18, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370756896

M.B. Linders

M.B. Linders is an author who can’t seem to stop writing his dirty fantasies! Often writing stories that feature Gay Sex, Blackmail, and Humiliating BDSM, he continues to push taboo boundaries for all they are worth. Who can blame him? Dirty secrets are just too addicting and pleasurable to resist. Always craving that next creative inspiration, M.B. Linders can often be found lurking in the shadows of some shady coffee shop. He enjoys writing on his laptop where others might just read over his shoulder. Showing no signs of stopping any time soon, be sure to keep a look out for his next questionable read.

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CONTENTS

Sergeant Daddy

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Author’s Note

Family Exotica

Incest Erotica

Other Novels

M.B. Linders

The Army during the early '80's was a manly occupation. No gays need apply. However, the reality was that there were more closeted gays in the Army than you could shake a stick at...or a dick at, to be more precise. I joined up because it was kind of expected of me. Trace my male ancestors and you'd see a long unbroken line of military service. I was lucky to even be alive, since there were a lot of casualties in that line. At least my ancestors had the good sense to have kids before they went out and got themselves killed.

Like I said, I was pretty much expected to join the military. As the oldest male (I had two older sisters and one younger brother) my father pressured me into joining, saying his career in the Army was the greatest thing that had happened to him. The only problem with that was that my proclivities weren't compatible with military life. I liked dick. Well, actually, I LOVED dick. I don't know if I was gay, since I did fuck a girl during my high school years, but I knew that I was at least bi. I'd discovered in my mid-teens what glory holes were in the bathroom of a run-down mall close to my house and I probably got more dick in my mouth than Jennifer Aculera, the high school class slut.

Still, there I was in basic training at Ft. Jackson, August 1980. I managed to bury my desires and drive on. From there I went to advanced individual training, then on to my first duty station. I had received the briefing about off-limits businesses when I signed in, and the list consisted of head shops and gay bars. They stressed what would happen if you were caught in one of the off-limits establishments so much that I typed the list out and put it in my wallet. For the first couple of months, every time I went off post I would double check the list before I stepped foot inside a business.

One Saturday about four months after I'd arrived, I'd gone downtown with a bunch of guys to barhop. A fight between us and some locals broke out and by the time the ambulance and the police cars rolled off, I was the only one left. The guy whose car we came in was one of the ones handcuffed in the back seat of a police car. I only had $8 left in my pocket, so I was stuck. I wandered around aimlessly for a while, trying to figure out where I was and how to get back to post. I was about to give up and flag down a cab to see how far $8 would take me when I was surprised to see my platoon sergeant and another guy, both in civilian clothes, walking into a bar. Relieved, I figured I could probably bum a ride off of him.

I followed them into the bar, and saw him sitting at a booth in a corner. As I walked over to them, I saw the man with him was the company First Sergeant. I also noticed that there were a lot of guys in the bar. In fact, I didn't see a single woman. I stopped, then stepped back out, looking at the list in my wallet. It was off-limits! What the hell was my platoon sergeant and my First Sergeant doing in an off-limits establishment?

I debated about going back in or not. I mean, it couldn't have been THAT bad if two senior enlisted men were in it. By the same token, I WASN'T senior enlisted. I was about as low is you could get in the Army. I hung around outside for about an hour, hoping that they'd come out but they never did. Plus, I was getting looks from guys going in and out of the bar that was getting me really horny. Finally, out of desperation, I went back in and walked up to them.

To say that they were surprised to see me would be an understatement. I quickly explained my situation and asked if I