Free An Officer and His Gentleman by Ryan Field

ass while he told him a more detailed version of his life's story.
"There was a time when I'd do anything to piss my mother off, even though I was only hurting myself in the long run," Brody said. He shook his head and frowned. "I smoked a lot of pot and hung out with a real bad crowd."
"But you learned your lesson, I guess," Chance said. He turned his head to the right a little so he could rest his cheekbone against the bulge between Brody's legs. When he inhaled, Brody's balls smelled damp and musty.
"You'd think so, but there's more to come," Brody said. He slapped Chance's ass a few times again and smiled. "I was actually a pretty good kid, until my father died when I was in high school. And then I started to rebel, because things weren't all that great between my parents before my dad died. I was bitter and angry, and I blamed her for his death." He raised his right arm and motioned toward the house. "They bought this big old monster of a house about five years before he had the heart attack. He'd lost his job and decided he wanted to open a bed and breakfast. She didn't want any part of it. She thought it was a waste of time and money and she told him so every single day until he dropped dead while refinishing the front hall banister."
"Why didn't she sell the house after he died?" Chance asked. "If she hated it so much, why is she still here?" He moved his head a little more so Brody's penis would be right against the left side of his face.
"My father left a very hefty life insurance policy, and after he died she didn't have to sell. She could afford to live here, without running a business, for the rest of her life. And it was the perfect place for her to bring the 'uncles.'"
"Uncles?"
Brody smiled and shook his head. "She didn't even wait six months before she started bringing guys home. They never lasted longer than a few months, and she always referred to them as my 'uncles.'"
"So you got even with her," Chance said.
"Exactly," Brody said. "I started screwing around, too. I got involved with this really sweet girl in school and got her pregnant." He shook his head back and forth, and said, "I'm not proud of that. She was a good kid."
Chance looked up at him and stared. "Did you sleep with a lot of women?"
He laughed. "I was young and wasn't sure what I wanted, and the more feelings I had for guys, the more I fought them by screwing around with women," he said. "And I got this girl pregnant, and now I have a kid I'll probably never even see. I tried to contact her a few years after I joined the Navy, but she'd moved on with her life and didn't want me to spoil things. 'What's done is done,' she said. She's married now and the kid thinks her husband is the real father."
"Ah, well..." Chance said. But he wasn't sure how to respond to something like that.
"And my mother never forgave me for joining the Navy after college," Brody said, "but I had to get out of here and it seemed like the best thing to do at the time. So I enlisted, and thanks to a really cool guy in the Navy who helped me out a lot, I was able to get into Officer Candidate School in Newport. After that I went on a thirty-month operational fleet tour."
"Sounds really complicated," Chance said.
Brody laughed and shook his head. "Let's just say it wasn't easy. But lately I've been questioning my life. Don't get me wrong—all the intense studying, and all the unbelievably difficult things I've done to become an officer have made me a better man. It's just that sometimes I wonder if there's more. Right now, the way things stand in the military with guys like me, I'll never be able to have an open relationship. And I don't like sneaking around."
"Have you been with a lot of other guys in the Navy?" Chance asked. He couldn't help imagining room after room filled with guys who looked just like Brody sleeping on cots in white boxer shorts.
Brody raised an eyebrow and said, "I've been with other guys, but I've always been safe and I haven't done anything that