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Showing posts with label Military Stories. Show all posts
Nakakaaliw, sa tagal ko ng nagbabasa ng ganito ngayon lang ako makakapagshare ng kalibugan dito. Anyways, ako nga pala kunyari si Troix, bente sais anyos, taga Manila, ako yung itsurang nililingon.. lalaki manamit. mabango lagi, mukhang mayaman sa porma pero wala naman talaga. haha.. maangas ako. laging ilag sa akin ang mga una ong nakikilala kasi nga cocky type ako.
Nung nasa manila pa ako, may mga encounter na ako , syempre ang libog dumarating yan. nakakaroon ako ng sex like 2 x a month lang. Bottom nga pala ako, mas trip ko yun. bottom lang talaga. ayokong kumantot at ayokong sinususo ako. Maliwanag ba?! ayos.
2009 nung dumating ako d2 sa Gulf ngayon e 2011 May na. Nung nasa manila ako ang naririnig ko d2 sa bansang middle east e malilibog ang mga arabo. So, nang mapunta ako dito, napatunayan ko ngang totoo.
Minsan kasi naglakad lang ako e may huminto.. at hihintuan ka talaga.. at yayayain ka. minsang libog ako e sumama ako. ayun kahit malayo e pinuntahan namin ang bahay nya.. at dun nya ako kinasta.. sanay sila sa ganun kasi. mamimick up ng pinoy at kakantutin. kasi ang impression nila sa lahay ng pinoy na lalaki e bakla.. gusto nila ang pinoy kasi malinis at mabango. lagi akong tinatawag na beautiful kasi nga di nila alam ang word na handsome.
It was nearly 3 a.m. before we arrived at the United States Naval Base for basic training. The Company Commander boarded the bus screaming out orders as we were rushed off the bus into formation. The cold temperature had caught me by complete surprise, because when I had left Pensacola the previous day the temperature was at least 93 degrees. Despite my Company Commander’s order to stand still and at attention, I found myself shivering uncontrollably.
There I was, in a formation of about 70 men, and realized that I felt quite alone and cut off from the other men as we marched in step towards our new home. My feeling of detachment was probably because I had never been so far from home. When we were finally allowed to go to bed, I began to feel a bit of panic creeping up on me. I was an 18-year-old momma’s boy who had no idea what to expect other than that the training would be rigorous and difficult to complete.
Although we hardly spoke for the first couple of weeks, my bunk mate seemed to be pleasant, courteous, and quite good looking. I had guessed from his smooth southern drawl that he was from Texas. I wasn't too far off: He was from Oklahoma. A black boy with southern roots = hot in my book. We mostly communicated with a look or a nod and sometimes a grin. After we were familiar with our surroundings and felt more at ease with one another, Johnny and I began talking and getting to know each other. As we exchanged details of our history with each other, we discovered that we were very much alike in regards to our likes, dislikes, and interests. For example, we had applied for admission to the same “A” School, liked the same music, movies, books, and food. Throughout this course of time, we became the very best of friends.
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