...Don't Tell...

It worked just fine for us military g0ys!  I wasn't a Clinton fan. But this compromise worked - well.  They didn't ask & I didn't have to lie -- because you see: I know what the meaning of the word "is", is...

I liked the "Don't Tell" part the best. Why? Well... Masculine guys are a crotch-popper, & they're the ones least likely to "tell" -- unlike any type of "queen" who'll give him, eh, "it"self away in the first week of boot-camp.  See, guys have their pride to protect.  Any loser who can't get pussy can get a drag-queen; -- And that's just one reason not to be a fag.  Oh, and that word, "fag" ... it usually is applied correctly to butt-plugg'n losers.  Guys who screw around with guys (real guys, [not fags, queens, dragsters, etc]) -- everybody knows they're here, but they're not usually given a hard time if they lay low.  Confusion is the problem.  Blurring the lines by people who just don't know any better.  When I discovered this website it was like the lights went on: "G0YS" ... phuck'n yeah.  The shift in general definitions with that single letter change was monumental - not only to me but to lots of other guys.

The problem isn't "G0YS in the military"; --  The problem is "GAYS - in the military"!  I've never met a guy who thought arse-phuck'n was an "okay lifestyle choice" that I wanted to be around.  I've met quite a few guys who'd jack with a buddy.  A few would jack each other by switching the dick their hand was on (much better).  A few of those would occasionally relax nekk'd into their jack'n buddy (balls to balls) & slow jack each other with their slow rubb'n dicks (PhROT).  You get to that point & there's some trust between the two guys & often a lot of guy-luv too.  However, anyone who thinks that one of these buds turning tail & being the other's cumm receptacle is no "big deal",-- is likely suffering from cranial-rectal inversion themselves.  Real men don't butt-phuck men, but fAgs do (& I do not like fAgs). 

Like I said: Confusion is the problem.  For a long, long time -- the line has been fuzzy & the image unclear.  What so many of us felt simply wasn't put into words.  Why is it some guys would end up in body-bags (& then on the news as a "gay" scandals hit the military); -- When other guys who were completely open to their units about the fact they were "into guys", -  weren't hassled, & - even defended by their buddies when involuntarily discharged because they told the "don't-tell" part?  The difference is clearly "G0Y", vs. "GAY", or at least the perceptions thereof.  It's a volatile mix; - & there are a zillion trigger points for bashing.  The #1 trigger, however, is the perception that some guy is an anal-invader ... & no drunken sailor worth his salt wants to be passed out around the potential disrespect of an arse-poker.  Anyone who says the "respect factor" doesn't play a part - is lying; -- And anyone who says that guys who phuck guys - respect guys (yeah, right - not), - is unaware of the general perception of the act.  I felt a need to explain that because some of what I've read at the g0ys.org group makes it obvious that many "gay" guys don't see the massive difference between the "A" in gAy vs. the ZER0 in "g0y".  Of course, not everyone is the same -- but I've met a lot of guys who feel exactly the same way & I've begun to talk to guys & ask their opinions.  If you knew what this website was doing for the military -- you'd be blown away.  People are beginning to talk quietly about "gUys" spelled with a ZER0 (yeah ... how's that for a 'turn on the term').

I'm a medic & a male RN.  I don't like the term "nurse" because my tits don't make milk & I won't be 'nursing' anyone's kid.  If you want to talk about a sexist term that people apply at all the wrong times ... the term "nurse" is totally wrong to apply to a guy!  It's like women who want to be called "sir".  That term comes from "sire", & as a verb -- women won't be doing any of that either!  Male "nurse" ...  Yeech!  With Navy / Marine training - I can do a lot of things.  If you saw what the medics were doing in that movie "Saving Private Ryan", -- you get a very basic idea of the level of training we have.  Those who pursue a career end up with an RN on their nametag (or more). 

Sexism aside (as best as I can isolate it), my story begins |EDITED| years ago in Ft. |EDITED|.  I was working in the clinic on base getting ready to do some class-work at the local VA hospital.  One day, they brought a guy in with a good sized blood stain on the inside upper left side of his crotch.  It was from a bizarre razor wire accident on one of the obstacle courses.  This guy was tall, dark & drop-dead handsome.  He had this really panicked look on his face & I had instant empathy for him.  We were short-staffed that day, but I got him into an exam room right away -- up on a table.  He kept saying that he was "cut really bad", punctuated with, "oh God...".  We paged the doctor.  He was 45+ minutes away, - and this guy (named Kevin) was getting more panicky by the minute.  I asked him to move his hands so I could get his pants down & take a look -- but he was in pain & way too freaked to move (& by the size of him -- no one would be forcing his arms anywhere).  As fate would have it, I'd been having some trouble getting my jeep to run & had a bottle of pure ether in my duffle that I'd been using to get it started when it didn't want to..  I knew what a whif would do to the guy.  The ether parties of the 1800's were the recreational drug use "raves of the rich" that led to the anesthetics revolution (betcha didn't know that).  I sprayed down a wad of cotton & asked Kevin to do me a favor & breathe deeply from it.  He coughed a little, but about 30 seconds into the "program", his eyes rolled back & his body relaxed.  Phuck late doctors.  I carefully removed the guys pants & underwear.  What I saw shocked me.   The razor wire had got him good along the left side of his penis & testicle.  Nothing was detached -- but the gashes were long & still bleeding some.  I doused the area with some disinfectant while I waited for his records to arrive.  It turned out that he had a recent tetanus booster with his other military shots.  I got on the horn with a urologist at the VA (Dr. Peterson [yeah...I know]), who immediately left the VA to travel to the base & look at this guy.  (Needless to say, I didn't mention the ether to anyone ;-) & Kevin was a lot more relaxed after I told him that everything was intact -- just a little scraped up.  The poor dude probably had visions of being dickless.  Hurts me just to think about that...

Dr. Peterson arrived before the staff doctor did (man)!  His inspection revealed that things looked worse than they actually were on the inside.  He shot Kevin with local anesthetic & proceeded to sew his groin up.  Peterson's work was good.  The external stitches would have to be taken out in a few weeks & because Kevin was uncirc'd, we'd need to watch for infection while he healed.  Every 3 days Peterson would be dropping in to check on Kevin & we scheduled Kevin for all that.  The physical part of his basic training was put on immediate "hold".   Over the next 3 weeks, I got to know Kevin as a good friend because I was assigned to his case.  He asked all the questions that you'd think a guy in his position would ask - if it bothered me to be working on another dude's crotch; -- And if I thought him being uncut was unhygienic.  At 3 weeks, we removed the external stitches.  Kevin was surprised that I did it -- I guess because he didn't know how easy the job was.  He did complain of a lot of numbness along the foreskin, the top & both sides.  Dr. Peterson said that it would take time (how much he didn't know) for the feeling to return.  He couldn't say for sure it would.  This worried Kevin & he mentioned that he hadn't had sex in any form since the incident (except for a massive wet dream).  I assured him that that fact alone was a good sign that the basic equipment was still working.  I saw Kev out & about on base a few times, & always said "hello" to him.  He seemed kind of apprehensive & eventually asked if I'd told anyone about his "condition".  I told him "Hell no! That was all private patient information."  He seemed relieved.  It turns out he had been telling people that the wire cut some of the larger leg tendons & this is why he was stalled in Basic-T.

I soon left the base & began work at the VA hospital.  My 2nd week there, I ran into Kev.  He was there to see Dr. Peterson.  Same problem - numbness.  He didn't say much -- but I could tell it was really bothering him.  Since I lived near the VA, I invited him over for movies on Saturday.  He showed up early & we ended up visiting the gym I worked out at.  It turns out that "his gym" was only 3 blocks away.  After the workout, he came over & we hit the pool to wash off the grime & ended up watching a few movies & drinking almost a case of beer (he had the most).  In the last movie, - there was this steamy sex scene (rated R).  Anyway, as it's going on -- Kev's eyes are getting majorly water-filled & he just ended up burying his head in his folded arms & crying.  I stopped the movie & sat beside him with an arm around him -- apologizing for getting that video because of that scene & how it affected him.  He said it wasn't my fault.  To say I felt bad for the guy would be an understatement. 

I asked Kev to tell me what the doctor had said; -- & he repeated that it was "uncertain -- only with time".  Being the curious type, I asked him if he minded me taking a look.  He had grown pretty comfortable with me & he was pretty drunked up so it didn't surprise me when he stripped his shorts off.  His soft cock was still a good 4" long.  I mentioned that everything looked like it had healed up pretty good.  He agreed & then began to sob that if only the inside was as well off as the fine scar ... & then he began talking about killing himself.  It was there I caught him & in my most serious tone told him that I'd really grown to really love him as a friend over the last 2 months & if he did that -- it would just destroy me.  Well, that moved him to drunk-tears again - telling me how good a friend I was & that He'd never trusted another guy like he did me & if he'd had a brother he wished it was me.  I sat there with his nakedness draped across me - with his nekkid butt & manhood on my lap .  As I hug-cuddled him, I noticed a slight growth in the size of his cock.  This observation gave me hope (in more than one area).  I asked him to tell me where the feeling turned to numbness.  Everything on the spinal cord side of the cut worked well.  Because of the curve of the scar, his foreskin was all but totally numb.  He mentioned this.  I thought for a second. 

"You know ... I know how that is, - because I don't have a foreskin..." - I said.  I continued, "When you jack -- you do it on top of your hood, right?", I questioned.

"Yeah ... how else?", he replied.  I smiled as a revelation hit my brain.  I got up & went to the bathroom.  I found some petroleum jelly & went back into the living room.  I sat on the couch & pulled his butt back up onto my lap.  I fluffed the pillow behind his head & told him to relax - & tell me what he felt.  I put a big gob of jelly onto my right index finger.  Gently, - with my left hand, I retracted his hood exposing his naked glans & the shaft under it.  With my index finger, I slowly circled his exposed dickhead assembly - putting a coat of Vaseline on it.  The gentle sensation caused a deep gasp to come out of him.  Using just the tips of my fingers to slide back & forth along his tender glans, he immediately began breathe heavily with soft groans barely audible as his penis inflated rapidly over the next 60 seconds.  He was about 9" long & had an impressive girth.  This allowed his hood to be pulled back further & more pink shaft to be revealed.  Another 15 seconds & he was hard as a rock & literally crying about how good that felt after not "using it" for weeks; -- & then he did.  It's an erotic thing to watch a sexy guy have an orgasm.  It's even sexier when you're the one making it happen to him; --  Making it happen when the guy hasn't had his nutt pumped in a few weeks. It gives you a feeling a little bit like getting a pulse out of a guy who'd been in arrest for a couple of minutes.  Kevin's entire hard body was involved with his orgasm.  Watching his muscled back arched with all his arm, leg & abdominal muscles writhing to get their best position during "cumming" was a sight made for intensely happy dreams. Thick white streamers of joy juice shot from his erect dick -- the first landing on the arm on the sofa near his head.  The subsequent shots didn't go quite as far, but left a few puddles of goo on his pecs & abs (the last bit running over my hand) about a minute or so after the shooting started.  As Kevin caught his breath, he looked up at me with an inquisitive gaze that didn't know quite how to frame what had just happened. 

"I think I know how to fix you, Kev.".  I began with a smile.  "Since you're not feeling your hood anymore, I think you should ask Dr. 'P' for circumcision.  It'll get the numb cover out of the way.  See, you still have plenty of feeling -- but it's covered by 2 layers of numb skin.  No wonder you couldn't feel any action." - I concluded.  I went on, "Actually ... I'm a little shocked that Dr. P didn't figure it out ... but maybe he thought you're use of the term 'numb' included the entire package -- not just the foreskin..."

Kevin smiled a grin of total relief, & shook his head slightly.  "You've gotta be the best freak'n friend a guy could ever ask for!  Who else would have taken the time to figure that out -- or have done what you just did to prove it!"...Then he paused, "Bu...but, you're not gonna tell anyone about this are ya?"

I grinned & shook my head, "Dude ... I'm comfortable enough with you to help ya out in that dept because I'm comfortable around guys - being one myself.  But those kinds of things - no matter how much respect & empathy are involved, - are too damn personal to tell anyone else about.  Most guys probably wouldn't understand how after getting to know ya, that I've got this soft spot in my heart that you fit perfectly into...", I assured him. He smiled & laid back covering his face with his arm because he had major water-works coming out of his eyes.  His other hand he rested on my shoulder.

I grabbed a nearby towel & wiped him down.  "We should hit the shower for a few minutes", I suggested.  I stripped down to the raw & walked Kev to the shower without turning the bathroom light on.  We took a few minutes to rinse down in the glow of the night-light.  I dried him off & Kev mentioned how good I looked from working out.  I returned the compliment as I matter of factly motioned him to my bedroom.  We both crawled into my bed & I wrapped an arm around him pulling him in close to me.  He made a point to say that he'd never felt as comfortable with another guy as he did with me.  I hugged him a little closer & with the arm I had around him, I began to slow massage his massive neck & traps.  He groaned some & gradually flinched & twitched as he drifted off.  I slow rubbed on his sex-charged body for another 15 minutes or so & then rolled facing him.  Wrapping both arms & legs around him, I pulled him back so that he was face-down on top of me.  I slowly moved him into place & put the corner of a pillow on my right shoulder where his big fuzzy head rested - beside my face.  I rotated my lower body some forming an access path to Kev's cock.  I reached down & gently moved his hood back & with my index finger, I began to stroke his sensitive glans in short little circular motions.  There was still some petroleum jelly on the area -- so the feelings were intense enough to cause him to moan in his sleep as his dick quickly inflated beside my erection.  From his sleep, his reflexes caused his arse muscles & lower back to stiffen as he slowly pushed his dick forward in a slow, erotic, sleeping thrust.  Making sure his hood was fully retracted, I positioned his drooling dick so it was against mine -- head to head.  Then I carefully rolled him completely back onto me. Slowly, every 3-5 seconds, I'd slide my dick a few millimeters against his & then gradually back.  The deep pressure was keeping him very hard & once every few minutes his muscular arse would tighten as he slow-thrusted from his unconscious pleasure.  As the feelings intensified at a snail's pace & he began to vocalize more from his sleep -- usually each time as his dick would emit a quick twitch.  Eventually a soft deep breathy groan rolled out of his throat as he brought both his arms around me - sliding them powerfully beneath me.  His arse tightened again & added pressure to our groins as I slowly stroked him with my shaft - millimeter by millimeter.  "Dude ... that feels soooo phuck'n gooood...", he moaned in a whisper.   I continued the process as his muscular body stiffened & relaxed in the most erotic slow dance atop of mine.  Over the next 10 minutes, his dick began to stiffen in surges more often & his arse muscles were beginning to constantly crawl around stiffening his bubble butt as he groaned passionately between erotic gasps & whimpers.  I had held back for as long as I could & now began to slightly increase the rate I was rubbing on him.  The feelings escalated very fast &  just a few seconds after I began to have my nutt, - I felt his dick stiffen to full hardness & rhythmically throb as he began to passionately pump out his hott seed.  It's an awesome experience to have a rugged guy gently in your embrace as he explosively cums & cries-out in helpless-pleasure.  The smells, the sweat, & the sounds work in harmony as his pounding heart forces the lifeblood thru his veins & his convulsing cock shoots his living seed beyond the confines of his stiffened, amorous bod.  Frenzied, strong, gentle, noble & vulnerable -- all at the same time.  What's not to absolutely adore about that!

To shorten the story, we both ended up as roomies - renting a single 2BR/2B apt off base.  Kevin had his hood-removing surgery & joined the ranks of the circumcised male population.  He constantly reminds me that I "saved his life" which he goes on to explain is the reason he "loves me so much".  We've been "roommates" & best friends now for a long time.  As time has passed, Kev has dated fewer & fewer women.  The story seems to go the same way every time.  He loves 'em, but can't stand to be around them for any amount of time.  Meanwhile, we go on trips & vacations together; -- & enjoy the things that best friends do. And when we're alone -- we often end up in each others gentle, passionate hug with our dicks validating the extreme depth of our friendship.  We're the love-constant in the life of the other.

"Don't ask ... Don't tell."?  It's not a problem for most g0ys.  Discretion is sexy.  The secret hunt goes on right in front of everyone.  Totally male & totally respectful...  So, while there are "gAys" in the military (yeeech)... I have figured out that there are far more "g0ys"; -- & those of us who are able to hook up with a bro so close that we can empty both our hearts & dicks in complete trust, -- we have the best possible situation.  Oh, and for those who'd openly scoff at this story, - I know you have your reasons (even if it means not blowing your cover).  The fact remains, that there are gonna be those guys who'll cumm so hard jack'n to the thought of this that they'll not be content until they have what Kev & I do.  We are the g0ys (in the military).  Join us!