Now a little back ground, I grew up in a small Texas town in the 70's graduating high school in the beginning of the 80's...

At the ripe old age of 20, things in my life were pretty fucked up and I was unsure of what the future would hold in store for me. My mom had passed about a year and a half before and I had been drinking heavy for over a year... I had a roommate and worked for a large national pizza chain restaurant. Then on New Years Eve of 1983, it all collapsed down around me... I quit my job, my roommate moved out and my drinking was out of control... within 37 days though, I would be on the floor under my mattress with the bed flipped over on my back and a really big man in uniform asking me if I was going to join my fellow airmen on my first day of basic training.

Yep, you guessed right... in just 37 days, I had been to a recruiter, retaken my ASVAB (Armed Services Vocational Aptitude Battery) test, been through MEPS (Military Entrance Processing Station) in Houston TX and was now at Lackland AFB (Air Force Base) in San Antonio TX in the US Air Force.

To make a long story short (to late)... I made it through basic (well, survived basic) and had dried out from my drinking for the most part.  Usually when you are done with basic training,  you are sent on to a tech school to be trained for your AF job, but in my case my school would last a year and they placed us in permanent party on the other side of Lackland at Wilford Hall Medical Center to be trained.

Now that I was out of basic and considered permanent party on an AFB in a large city, to me it was almost overwhelming... knowing that being gay (even though I still hadn't admitted to myself that I was) was something that was illegal in the military and that what had happened to me in the past was just messing around, I was going to put all that crap behind me and become a regular man in the armed forces. 

Right after basic I had two weeks leave that I could use till my training started so I traveled home, which wasn't that far, I took the bus.  I reconnected with John my best friend (of course I ended up on my knees providing him with some relief for his balls) and then ran into Mike (his story will be coming soon) and filled his ass with all the pent up cum from my balls... they were really heavy and full from my time in basic (your cock doesn't see or feel any attention during basic training). So much for putting all of this messing around behind me. I was home for about 5 days and needles to say I swallowed at least 8 loads and filed up Mike's ass at least 3 times before returning to base.

Once I was back at Lackland, I still had 8 days at least till my course started so I hung out around the dorm. Now remember this was the Air Force and not the Army, so our living quarters were more like a college dorm than a military barracks. I had a roommate Bill (he was a piece of work) and we shared a bathroom with our neighbors (suitemates). There were day rooms on each floor with a TV supplied to watch, on the second floor the dayroom was next to the laundry room.  I was up there doing my laundry and watching some TV a day or two after returning to base from home, there were two other guys there also watching and visiting with each other.

I wasn't really paying much attention to them, when I heard one of them ask the other if he had heard about the queer that lived on that floor... WTF? Wait a minute!! They got my attention, now... He said yes, he'd heard that one of the guys he worked with had gotten a blow job from him,  they were whispering now and I was acting like I wasn't paying any attention, so I didn't know what or who they were talking about. A few minutes passed and one of the guys left to meet up with another friend of his, the other guy stayed... we both sat quietly watching MTV and I continued with my laundry, after swapping a load into the dryer, I returned to the dayroom.  The guy who stayed looked up at me as I was sitting down and questioned who I was and commented I looked new,... I told him who I was and stuff and he introduced himself to me... after a few minutes of silence, he asked if I heard what they were talking about earlier and I of course denied I'd heard anything. He then proceeded to warn me that there was a homo, as he put it, that lived just down the hall from the dayroom, pointing to the hall I could see from my chair. He told me that he lived in the second room down on the right and that he he'd heard that he'd suck a few guys off in the dorm, if that's what I was into. 

I can say I was completely thrown off... a homo? sucked off a few guys in the dorm?  He lived there if I was into that sort of thing? WTF? I thanked him for warning me and told him I'd stay away... WTF?  I couldn't keep a straight thought (pun unattended), almost forgot my laundry and really fucking confused... I thought that shit was very illegal and I was trying to still wrap my head around not messing around now that I was in the military... a cock sucker in my dorm, shit, now I wanted to know more and know him.

The guy left and while I sat there thinking 90 to nothing, a guy appeared outside the door in question in the hall, locking it behind him. He walked towards me in the dayroom and said hi as he walked by. He had an accent, where was he from, was this the homo they were talking about, where was he going, what was he doing... He disappeared and returned a few minutes later with a coke, oh yeah, that's right there was a coke machine by the laundry room.  He walked over to me and sat in the chair the other guy had been in just minutes or so before, the same one who had just warned (informed me) about this same possible guy.   He began to speak to me, asking a ton of questions, but supplying me with his own story as we visited...

We must have talked for over an hour,  he was from Puerto Rico and his name was (for our story, Eduardo). He was too funny and really nice... I was so comfortable around him, I remembered my laundry and needed to go hang up things in my room, so he asked if I wanted to get some dinner when I was done at a burger place off base.  I agreed and after finishing my clothes we went to eat.  It only took a couple of days and we were becoming good friends, nothing about sex or being gay ever came up and he was just a good friend.

That Friday evening, Eduardo asked if I wanted to go to a bar with him and I agreed, to be honest, I'd never been to a bar or a club in my life.  Well that all changed Friday night!! We met up and we went downtown.  We went to a bar/club (dance club) called the Bonham Exchange (turns out, it's an open club... meaning both gay and straight) OMG!! OMG!! Did he know about me, did he suspect me, was I gay??? A thousand thoughts ran through my mind. Then some guy had his hand on my ass, one rubbed his crotch up against my ass and OMG!!! There were so many really cute boys there!!

My brain was on overload and was about to explode when Eduardo showed back up and wanted to go to another bar... I agreed and followed.  He drove us over to the San Pedro Minning Company... this one was a true gay dive bar... leather and the whole nine yards. I only thought before that my brain was on overload, holy shit, we're talking early 80's true to god, gay bar. Eduardo told me to hang tight he'd be back shortly... wait, what???

Before I knew it or could object, he was gone.  Here I was, small town Texas boy, new to the Air Force, still couldn't admit I was gay or shit and I'm alone in a gay leather bar in the big city. I survived but damn I was scared shitless for awhile, but hey, I learned a hell of a lot that weekend... so not once did Eduardo or I discuss anyone being gay or not... it just was, we were both gay and hey... I was starting to like this new found world I was headed off into.  Eduardo and I became great friends. Oh yeah, Eduardo and I never slept together... we just became really good friends.

I know this story is already way to long and I haven't really even scratched the surface about my abundant sex life, but hey it's coming and if you'd stayed with me this long... there are a couple of more players to muddle through on my way to my first love, you see this is his story, but it needs some plot building to reach there. My first True Loves name is Brian (for our story).

So the second player on the stage is an ex of Eduardo's (will call him Craig).  Craig began to see me hanging around Eduardo and was a littler jealous and then finally we ran into each other one afternoon outside Eduardo's door.  At first we didn't really know what to do or how to react to one another till we got inside and all three of us began to visit. As quick as Eduardo and I became friends, it was five times faster for Craig and I. Almost instantly we became the best of friends (I can honestly admit that, you see 35 years later and we are still great friends).

Okay so the three of us are now in the mix and I'm learning more and more about myself, my friends and the gay part of the military... now in the Air Force this close knit group of gay guys are known as The Family. Now that I'm in the family and getting more confident, I was even ready to finally admit to the reflection in the mirror that I was Gay! Damn that was a relief, I wasn't the only guy that liked and was attracted to other guys, liked sucking cock, enjoyed fucking guys up the ass. Okay! I was GAY!

I dated once or twice that first couple of months,  Charles,  Franco,  Pete to name a few... great sex, cute boys, dinners, movies, clubbing and more, some military, Army boys, Navy boy, civilians and Air Force... but it was just fun... I'd been home a few weekends again too, I'd fucked Mike several more times,  blown John several times and had even finally gotten my hands on Jason, fucking little cutie (his story still needs to be told, not only was there Jason, but I'd been fooling around with both of his cousins too). Sex was plentiful and I was having the time of my life (remember this is the end of the 70's free love thinking and the days before Aids, but unfortunately HIV is about to leave a mark on my life and some friends are not going to be around that much longer).

Now back to the Air Force, I've been introducing all the characters of the story and building the back story on Brian. I worked in the basement of the hospital WHMC and my duty section was in one corner of the hospital and the dining hall was in the opposite. Now with the family, the clubbing and dating, I was always racing to get to my duty section on time in the mornings.  Halfway between the dinning hall and my section there was an outside staircase that entered into the basement hall. On more than one occasion while trying to get some breakfast and get to work on time I would see this gorgeous, a really beautiful guy, he was 6'2" to my 5'11" tanned, well built and just a couple of years older than me.  One morning when I was basically running further behind than usual, I ran around the corner and right as I neared the section with the outside entrance, good looking Brian, stepped into the hall right into my path.  Bam, I knocked him on his ass, I mean literally, of his feet and onto his ass in the hallway floor.  I was dumbfounded as I stopped to help him up. As I looked down right into the most beautiful hazel eyes and that handsome face, I was utterly dumbfounded.