I Was Gay Before I Knew It But Once It Came Out It Stuck

I made friends with this kid from Cincinnati when we got to basic training. He had a hard time with everything, from the beginning and we knew he would washout. The sarge picked on him and I felt sorry for him. He had no business there but his father had made him enlist, he told me, because he was gay and his father thought the Army would make a man out of him.

I remember because in part I was there for the same reason, except I joined up on my own. My father was distant, he lived in another state and I saw him maybe once a year. My mother had boyfriends, one after another. I saw so many swinging dicks in my house I started to fantasize about them. Until one of the boyfriends gave me a dick to try and I liked it and he had full on gay sex with me. I liked it and from then on I was on the lookout for another man to have sex with.

I went to college but dropped out. That's when I joined up. I had no intentions of being a gay guy in the Army. But like the kid from Cincinnati I had a soft spot for gays. He did washout and it wasn't a surprise to anyone. I kept my past hidden and no one was the wiser about it.

It was two years later, I was stationed in Germany, when I worked closely with Karl, a German civilian assigned to the base. Karl was hung and he knew it and on any occasion that seemed profitable for him, he proved to me just how hung he was. A big man, I started to get feelings for Karl, not emotional feelings, but sexual feelings. One day I grabbed his hung dick and he let me. I kissed his dick and put his dick in my mouth. Karl invited me to his apartment on my day off. I got a pass and when I got to Karl's apartment he had some ladies underwear laid out on the bed and he asked me to change into them,

Dressed in a bra and panties Karl had sex with me. It was a lot different from when I was a kid at home with my mother, this was real sex between two men, one in panties and the other one hung. There was no question as to which one of us wore the panties, and Karl made sure that I went home feeling sore. He was hung but he managed to get it all in and complete the sex with me. It didn't feel real good until he finished, then it felt good, I went back to the base with a very sore behind and feeling on cloud nine.

That experience convinced me to ask for an early discharge, my excuse is I wanted to get back in college. In college the first man I had sex with was a professor of Sociology, he was no nonsense and told me that it wouldn't make any difference in my grade. The next man I had sex with was a campus police officer. I recognized his look, he was like Karl, hungry for man sex and I was just as hungry, I never pretended to be anything but a bottom and I searched out for men who were dominant tops.

I've had a couple of long term relationships, that lasted more than one year. But I must not be one of those that can make long term commitments, In both cases I broke it off. I'm currently seeing this man who works for the water district and he likes for me to wear panties. I like wearing panties, the feel of panties on me is something I liked when Karl had me wear panties for him. Of course now I'm a much older man, not a young in shape kid in the Army. I gravitate to red or pink panties and wear them all day, taking them off when I have sex or change into the clean pair for the day.