Im an NSF. Im straight.

Strawberry_Cream · Oct 4, 2015

I got trick by my platoon sergeant. At first we agree to go find some chickens together over the weekends when we book out. But instead he bring me to this place call keybox somewhere near bugis. We go for dinner at illuma together then after that I just follow him. The place keybox was dark. He said that there are many chickens inside and I can pick anyone. I was very happy at first but ended up I cant see anything inside. it was very dark only a few lights here and there. got many guys inside. i felt kind of creep out at first. i thought he say want to bring me go find chickens but why are there so many guys?! he brought me into this maze kind of room. i cant find my way inside so he just push me in. i didnt want to go in. i wanted to leave as i kinda knew something was wrong. there was no girls inside. but he and a few guys catch me and bring me inside a room. i said where are the girls? my platoon sergeant confessed that he was gay when we were inside the room. two big guys were holding me down on this leather bed and my platoon sergeant said sorry then he gave me a blowjob. i struggled to get free and was very angry but one of the guys covered my mouth. i mean i respected my platoon sergeant but how can he do such a thing? i still find it shocking that he is gay. he is totally muscular and doesnt look like gay at all until that day when he brought me to this dark gay place keybox. i got sucked by my platoon sergeant. he bite my nipples with his mouth and that was terrible. he even swallowed my sperm. i was extremely angry but i dont know why it felt good when he lick my dick head.

mokseng · Oct 4, 2015

Didn't read lol.

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Strawberry_Cream · Oct 4, 2015

He had guessed correctly that I was completely smitten with him, and then I realized that my officer too, was gay. Mostly because I was practically tackled and hauled onto my bed by my own superior. I had been out-muscled, overpowered, completely dominated by the man I saluted every staff parade, and I loved every second of it. We were making a lot of noise too, with my arms and legs around him as we made sweet love in one of the most dangerous places to do so.

I say dangerous, because about halfway through the company SGT began calling for us, this was a time where handphones were a little hard to come by and so he was literally walking around just outside our bunks. Despite my pleads, my officer didn't stop, thrilled by the danger that laid just outside the door as he carried on, not even slowing down even when our door swung open and that innocently little SGT poked his head in.
I think I turned white on the spot, but my officer simply roared at him for not knocking and then yelled at him to screw off. He did, and I was somehow able to enjoy the rest of the night.

Strawberry_Cream · Oct 4, 2015

Which brings me to my next issue. Recently one of the sergeants from the combat coys got posted over to the hq side because of some medical issue that downed his PES status. It's been close to several months actually, and now I know for sure I have the biggest crush on him ever

He's exactly my type, a little taller than me with big, broad shoulders and a V-shaped back that ends with a slender waistline. Very good looking, a little pale of skin, and extremely muscular, we're talking 38 chin-ups in smart 4 and 20 chin-ups with someone clinging onto his back. And he isn't the 'beng' sort of soldier either, IB diploma holder and able to shift between the traditional vulgar speak you find in the army and a very eloquent , very educated sounding person as a whole.

In the few times I was lucky enough to score ops room duty with him, I always find myself wishing with all my heart that he would take off his shirt after sundown. Although the clerks and even I walk around in vest-slack when its late in the night, he always keeps his on. Granted, it's really awesome when I get to peak at how his arms and chest keep trying to rip the uniform in two, but according to some of the men working here he apparently is the only one with an EIGHT pack. That's right, EIGHT!

Oh and there's this twinkle in his eye when he's not discussing serious issues, and also the cheeky tone he uses on me whenever he calls to ask if I want anything for a night snack, which is basically McDelivery once all the big shots go home so we won't be forced to treat any of them. I don't know how he does it either, every time I see him he's stuffing his face with the most unhealthy things imaginable and yet he's still so lean and fit.

I want him!!!