Chapter 15: A Private Hunting Season
Marcos’s Office.
A week had passed since my s****l excursion with Marcos Tanzi in Artillery Field X. The results were in for the Linguist MOS exam regarding the 2741 Korean Position but I made myself invisible. Truth was I wanted him to find me and share a face-to-face with me regarding my score. More truth entailed that I wanted to get with him again, just the two of us naked together, and cram my shaft into his body, or have him bag my bottom, whatever the s****l moment would entail, of course.
Every man at the Fort Sill Militant knew that I was a game player, a fantasizer, and a young man who just happened to like c**k. I craved the task of bedding a man, begging for his affection, whether I was dressed, or bare-bottomed, anywhere and at any time.
