Date: Sun, 4 Aug 2002 01:43:28 -0500
From: hexas@hotmail.com
Subject: Prove It

This is an erotic story (as the title below will tell you).
If you're not old enough to read this story, if this story is
 illegal in your country, or if you're close minded and homophobic,
I'd suggest not reading this story. Then again what's stopping you? ;o)

Without further ado, the story:

Prove It, an erotic story Copyright by Benjamin Wordsmith 2002 etc.
(M/M, voyeur, military themes)

Darren Lockhardt woke up in his bunk, bright and early, the early
morning sunlight shining directly through his window. He squinted
in the light as he sat up bleary-eyed, and arranged his parts before
stumbling towards the barracks bathroom. He showered, didn't bother
to shave, and quickly dressed himself.

He was finally, really going to do it today.
Tired of hiding his attraction to his squad-mates, and tired of
feeling lonely, he was going to get himself discharged - one way
or another.

He swallowed the lump in his throat, took his cover
(what the marines called a cap) off, brushed back his dark brown hair,
and placed it back on his head.

He wandered up to the door of the Staff Sergeant's office which was
located at the other end of the barracks, and knocked firmly, three times.

"Who is it?" Barked a voice from within.

"Private First Class Lockhardt, Sir!" Darren shouted through the door,
flinching afterwards as his voice echoed throughout the empty barracks.

"Lockhardt. Come in." the gruff Sergeant replied.

Darren opened the door confidently, surveying the bright sunlit office,
squinting again at the sun's onslaught.

His confidence fled quickly when he saw another figure in the room -
Sergeant Garret, the Staff Sergeant's right hand man.

"Lockhardt, what is it?" Staff Sergeant Paulson asked.

"Sir! I... needed to speak with you in private, Sir." Darren replied.

"Private Lockhardt, you know that Sergeant Garret is my assistant,
and I assure you that what you have to say will be held in the utmost
 of confidence. Now, say your piece." Sergeant Paulson said.

Darren sighed heavily.

"Well, I might as well just get it over with." Darren said,
mostly to himself.

"Sir, I request that I be discharged, sir." Darren said.

"What?! On what grounds, Private Lockhardt?!" Paulson demanded.

"Quite simply, I'm gay, sir." Darren said.

"What?! I won't believe it! That can't be true. What's bothering you,
son? I'll take care of it, and things will be alright again." Paulson said.

"No, it's true. I'm gay. I'm tired of hiding, and I'm tired of fighting for a
country that won't let me be myself. I want out." Darren said.

"Fair enough, but I still don't believe you." Paulson said.

"What?! What do I fucking have to do to get discharged?" Darren said.

"Prove it."

"What?"

"Prove it. Prove that you're gay."

"What do you mean?"

"I want you to show me undeniable proof that you're gay.
Then I'll give you an honorable discharge, and let you leave, peacefully.
However, if you cannot or will not prove it, then I ask that you
resume your duties." Paulson said.

"Fine. I'll prove it. What do you have in mind?"

"Kiss Sergeant Garret."

"WHAT?!" Both men cried in unison.

"I mean, he's nice looking and all, but I hardly think he's willing,
Sir." Lockhardt explained.

"N-n-no! I'm not willing! What the fuck, Paulson! With all due
respect, are you fucking crazy?!" Sergeant Garret said.

"No, I'm quite fine, Garret. I need undeniable proof, and you're
the man to help me get it. Besides, you've been complaining about
how you've not had any action for months now. Relax, it's not like
YOU'RE gay. Besides, nobody will know but Lockhardt and I, and
believe me, I won't tell." Paulson explained.

"F-fine. I'll fucking do it. I'll let him kiss me, but no funny
stuff, you got that Private Lockhardt?!" Garret said.

"I think I'm gonna enjoy this. Are you watching, Staff Sergeant?"
Private Lockhardt said, with a wink.

"Believe me, Private. You have my full, undivided attention."
Paulson said with a hard gleam in his eye.

Lockhardt walked over to Sergeant Garret's chair, and offered him
a hand to help him stand.

"I'll stand on my own, thank you very much, Private!"

"Have it your way."

"Fine. I'm as ready as I'll ever be, just get it over with quickly,
please!"

Darren stepped closely to Sergeant Garret, and kissed him quickly
on his lips.

"See? That wasn't so bad, Sergeant Garret." Lockhardt replied.

"Ugh." Garret said, looking a little sick to himself.

"That was all good and well, but anyone can do that. Remember,
Private, concrete proof." Paulson said.

"Fine. Tongue or no tongue, cutie?" Lockhardt said with a grin.

Garret looked at Private Lockhardt, eyes wide in shock.

Darren seized the opportunity and wrapped his right arm around
Sergeant Garret's back, his hand going to the back of his neck,
and his moist lips pressing insistently against Garret's lips.

Garrent made scared noises, up until Darren parted his lips with
his tongue, slipping it inside and through the barrier of Garret's
teeth while Garret was squealing in shock.

Darren held Sergeant Garret in the rough embrace until he stopped
fighting it, and began to give in.
Sergeant Garret was enjoying the tongue-play more than he thought
he would.

Finally Darren's hands relaxed their grip, and began rubbing
Sergeant Garret's back and neck as they kissed deeply.

Darren stopped kissing Sergeant Garret, and abruptly pulled away.

"Satisfied?"

"Very good, Private!" Paulson clapped. "That was almost convincing."

"Almost? What do I fucking have to do to prove it? Pull out his
fucking cock and suck it?"

"Why, what an excellent idea Private! The things you come up with!
Why don't you give that a try." Paulson's voice dripped with sarcasm.

"Fine. Do you mind, Sergeant Garret?"

"Wha?" Sergeant Garret said.

"Sir, may I respectfully ask permission to pull out your cock and
suck it down my tight throat, sir!" Darren said with sarcasm of his own.

"Oh, no need to get sassy with me. Just do it quick!" Seargent Garret said.

Darren dropped to his knees and unzipped Sergeant Garret's zipper.
It took a little more effort than normal, since his sizeable dick was
pushing against the zipper making it not want to unzip past the halfway point.

After getting the pants unzipped, Darren pulled out Sergeant Garret's cock and
looked into his eyes, grinning impishly just before he closed his eyes and
sank his Sergeant's hard cock to the hilt down his throat.

Garret's eyes popped wide open and then snapped shut again as a
soft moan escaped his lips.

Paulson stared appreciatively as the eager Private bobbed
his head up and down on Garret's spit-slicked throbbing cock.

Garret's hands slowly wandered down his own chest, eventually
running through Private Lockhardt's hair, and then locking on
the back of his head as he "helped" Lockhardt keep up a hearty
pace for his cocksucking.

Lockhardt moaned as his throat was speared on Sergeant Garret's cock.
Truth was, he'd wanted to get a chance to get him into his bed, but
didn't ever believe anything like this would happen, and yet, there he was,
on his knees, taking Garret to the root in front of the Staff Sergeant.


Garret began to feel weak in the knees as the familiar tingling sensation
made it's way up his crotch.

"Stop!" Garret suddenly cried out, sweat pouring off his face.

Lockhardt pulled off Sergeant Garret's cock, pausing only to lick
a drop of spit that was threatening to dive off the end of his cock.

"What's the matter? Don't like it? The way your dick is throbbing
right now, I'd say part of you is enjoying it, maybe a little more
than you guessed you would." Lockhardt said with a wink and a gleam in his eyes.

"Yeah, I love it, it's great! I just... God, I don't know how to say this."

"Spit it out, Sarge." Lockhardt said.

"Hey, Paulson! Think this is enough?" Sergeant Garret asked,
with a strange look in his eyes.

"I mean, after all, ANYONE can put a cock into their mouth and
lick it a bunch. Heck, if they really wanted to, they could even
eventually get to be pretty good at it..."

"Okay... what're you getting at Garret?" Staff Sergeant Paulson asked.

"I think the best way for Private Lockhardt to prove he's gay is by him
taking my cock up his ass. He'd be surrendering the most intimate spot of
his body, after all."

"What a perfect idea, Garret! Get to it, Private. Unless you've changed
your mind?"

Darren licked his lips, and replied, "I'm ready when you are, Sarge."

"Alright, drop 'em and assume the position, Private."

"Yes Sir!" Darren said as he quickly unbuckled his own pants, and pulled
them along with his underwear over his own erection and left them around
his ankles as he bent over the Staff Sergeant's desk.

Sergeant Garret stepped up behind Private Lockhardt, and ran a couple
fingers through his asscrack, noting the light dusting of fuzz on his
round ass-cheeks. He liked the way the hair in his crack was plastered
down with sweat.

As he found Private Lockhardt's hole, he gasped aloud in amazement.

"What? What's wrong Garret?" Paulson asked.

"The horny little fucker is already lubed up! He must've hoped for
somethin' like this!"

Darren remembered the lube he put in there himself last night as he
slipped some fingers into his aching hole while thinking of some of
the guys he'd seen in the shower.

He grinned impishly at the Staff Sergeant and tried to look back at
Sergeant Garret, but was quickly aware of Garret at his back, trying
to align his pole with his entrance.

Paulson's eyes widened at the expression of rapture that painted
Private Lockhardt's face as Garret's hard cock shaft began it's sojourn
into the Private's guts.

Darren moaned throatily, and breathed in very deeply as he got used to
the invader.

Sergeant Garret sighed happily as he slowly slid in his spit-moistened
cock and let out a quick "Oh!" as he achieved full penetration.

He was quite surprised at the way that Lockhardt's insides were
caressing his shaft, milking it and caressing his cockhead like
velvety hands in a tight grip.

Sergeant Paulson watched, his full attention was on taking in the
sight of Sergeant Garret, and Private Lockhardt. He was transfixed
by the way the sweat gleamed off their thrusting muscular bodies as
they fucked in the morning sunlight.

He had never imagined two men could be so primal, so animal, so...
absofuckinglutely hot.

"Wait a minute. This isn't right."

"Second thoughts, Garret?"

"No, I mean this isn't the right way to do this."

Without another word, Sergeant Garret swept a spot clean on
Paulson's desk, pulled his glistening cock out of Lockhardt's ass,
and gently pushed Lockhardt onto his back on Paulson's desk.

Private Lockhardt groaned appreciatively at the sensations the new
position was giving him. Sergeant Garret's cock was hitting new areas
of his ass that were previously inaccessible and he saw stars in his
eyes from the pummeling his hungry hide was taking.

Finally after another few minutes of their impromptu fuck-session,
Sergeant Garret's thrusting began to pick up the pace, and
Private Lockhardt was crying out desperately for him to fuck him
harder, faster, and deeper.

Sergeant Garret happily obliged, and soon they were both shooting
their loads - or at least that's what Paulson figured Garret's loud
grunts and cries of ecstasy meant. Private Lockhardt was shooting his
cum onto his belly. It wasn't until then that Paulson noticed that
Garret's hand was wrapped around Lockhardt's cock, slowly pumping
it in time with his gentle post-orgasmic thrusts into Lockhardt's
hungry ass.

After a few more moments of being locked together, the two panting
men stood up, wiped the sweat from their brows a little bit, and
tried to catch their breath.

"Alright Private, you've made your point. I'll get the papers
written up this afternoon. As for you, Garret... I think I'm gonna
add something new to your job description, and maybe change your
title a bit..."

"Oh? What do you have in mind, Paulson?"

"How does "Don't Ask Don't Tell Inspector" sound? You would,
of course, be in charge of verifying the claims of the soldiers
who announce themselves as being gay or bi. After all, we can't
let just ANYONE out, you know. We have to be absolutely certain
they are what they say they are..." Paulson said,
winking at Private Lockhardt.

"I'll gladly serve my country." Sergeant Garret said.

Staff Sergeant just chuckled to himself and grinned as he said,
"I bet you would, I bet you would."




The preceeding story was a work of fiction. Any resemblance to
other persons past or present would be fucking hot and I want
videotape.

Err...
I mean that any resemblance to other persons past or present
is purely coincidence. The names are made up, etcetera, etcetera,
etcetera. ;o)

Feel free to email me constructive criticism, suggestions,
and/or comments to hexas@hotmail.com.

Special thanks to Kint for always being there for me,
and to Aken for your help on the proper terms for things. Thanks guys!