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I followed my father and grandfather into the Army. My grandfather was WW2, my father Vietnam. I joined in 1988.

I was stationed in Korea as a medic. Really a phlebotomist. I was lonely, I had buddies but not a friend. The friend I made was a cook, made thousands of hamburgers. A far cry from my father and grandfather. One afternoon he grabbed me from behind and wrestled me to the ground. After pinning me down he told me he was gay, liked guys. Did that bother me.

I really didn't care, when he kissed me I didn't stop him, I let him kiss me some more and then I went back to my quarters. All night I dreamed of being kissed and how I felt. I got hard and beat off to the feelings I had. In the morning I wanted to kiss again.

He was my friend, we had to be careful, everything we did we did when we couldn't be seen. It included oral sex, and ended with anal sex.

On leave at home I found a store that sold antiques. It was located in what we all knew was queer town. I found some gay magazines and books from the sixties and seventies. I paid for them and went home. My mistake was taking them back with me to Korea. The magazines were discovered one night when we had a shakedown. I was dishonorably discharged.

Facing my Dad and Grandad was the hardest thing. I told them I was gay. My Grandad laughed, half his outfight sucked cock, 'now you are discharged over magazines'.

My Dad was different, he stopped talking to me.

I got a job as a Medical Tech on an ambulance. We went after the fact when bodies had been found. It was an awful job, but they thought since I had been an Army medic I could take it. I relieved my feelings by having sex with random men. I was discovered by my crew. I had to suck all three of them and let them have sex with me. My nickname after that was Butterfly.