This story is similar to another I wrote called “Mostly Straight”, however the main difference is the type of person that I use as the main character… In this one 1LT Brandon Wellover is an upbeat confident man, while the other is a hollow shell of a man… both are pretty good from my humble point of view.
Caution: this story has some steamy first time M/M sex scenes
Excerpt:
I’m Brandon Wellover a first lieutenant in the US Army Corps of engineers and I’ve been in the Army for a little over four years. My responsibilities cover land management project planning. The company is made up of teams of surveyors, hydro engineers, heavy equipment operators, and environmentalists. My platoon is made up of the actual excavators and land transformation crews. There are several civilian contractors within my organization and we work with other government agencies that function above my chain. I am currently single with no ambition of changing that… That being said I am by no means a player. I have a great core group of friends both male and female, military and civilian, and I frequently join them for various social gatherings such as poker, dart tournaments, bicycling events, pool and BBQ parties, and seasonal gatherings at the local sports bar for soccer, hockey, and baseball games. I have been described as stable, compassionate, goal oriented, reserved but not stuffy, and fun. I am known by those serving under me to be fair and supportive. In my spare time I volunteer at the homeless shelter, I help organize food and clothes drives, and I work with the city and their homeless work programs. I am a triathlete, a rock climber, hiker, and explorer. I live a modest life. I drive an old Toyota 4Runner, and live in a modest home. I take leave once a year to visit my family in Richmond, VA. I lead a pretty happy life.
One Monday morning during our weekly company status briefing I was taking notes and listening to our company commander. One of the other officers had brought up a personnel issue with one of his privates. This private was being railroaded out, and I didn’t like the connotations. I was losing a man to a medical discharge so I spoke up, “Lieutenant Harrison, I will take your private as a replacement for one of my men that is heading out on medical.”
“Wellover, you don’t want this little faggot… way too much trouble.”
I stood and rested my hands firmly on the table, leaning forward menacingly; my eyes bore giant holes into his bigoted head. “Lieutenant Harrison, I request that you refrain from using your homophobic and bigoted slurs. This is not the first time I have asked you to watch your mouth. ‘fag or faggot’, ‘butt pirate’, ‘ass bandit’, ‘rug muncher’ are a few of the many colorful metaphors you have used in my presence. I consider them harassing and inappropriate and I will not tolerate them. I have reminded you on frequent occasions that it is inappropriate language and it is unbecoming of an officer.” I ranted.
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