When I was only a kid, I was forced to live alone and try to make a living for myself. I’d been kicked out of my family's home, because I told my parents that I thought I was homosexual. I really did not know what a homosexual was. But, I felt that I was one.

My parents were very right-wing religious people. They didn't have room in their hearts for a queer son. So, I was ordered to leave their house. I only had a jacket to keep me warm - no gloves, no cap, no money, no nothing. Winters in St. Louis, Missouri are freezing cold. I still wonder how I made it through that first awful winter.

I was homeless and lived on the streets. I always had to keep an eye open for the police and the truant officer from school. I was propositioned by every dirty old man in the city. But, I turned them all down. If I went to the theater to keep warm, some man would try to play with me. I went to a priest to ask for help. All he wanted was to feel my dick. I knew that if I were to have any life, I had to make it on my own. That was the best education in the world for me.

I was so hungry and cold. But, I knew that anything was better than the life I was trying to live back at home. World War II was still on. So, I took a phony birth certificate to the army recruiting center and showed them that I was 18. Of course, I wasn’t. My trick worked. I was inducted and sent to Texas for infantry basic training.

I was sent to Camp Wolters, Texas. Just as I finished infantry basic training, I was called to the orderly room and told to see the Commanding Officer. He was an older and understanding guy. He looked me in the eye and asked me how old I was. I lied and he knew it. So, he would not send me overseas to fight. Instead he made me the company clerk. Imagine me a clerk - with an 8th grade education!

I was able to fit into the army life. I was a good soldier and tried to do everything right. This was the best life I had ever lived. I had warm clothing, good food and a bed to sleep in. What more could I want? The Army became my mother and father. I spent the next 20 years in the Army! I finally retired in l965 as a Master Sergeant.

After a while, I knew the camp very well. I found a hole in the wall of the toilet at the service men's club and wondered what it was for. Some guy in town tried to suck my cock and I told him no. I met a girl at the skating rink and was able to fuck her. She was my first piece of ass. Hey, I loved it. But, I still knew that something was missing.

One Sunday morning, I caught the bus from the camp to Mineral Wells, Texas. It was the nearest town. It was a warm summer day and there was nothing to do in town. But, at least it got me off the post.

I went to a restaurant for lunch. It was crowded. But, I found a seat at the lunch counter. Beside me was another soldier