Back in 1950 - 1952 I was stationed in Fort Knox, Kentucky. It was during this time that I became a cock-a-holic. I had not planned it this way, but it just happened. See, horny soldiers were all over the fort and outside the fort were these horny Kentucky boys. Between the two, I became an addict! I just could not help myself: I was addicted!

I was an Army Corporal and working as a secretary to the commander of a school in Fort Knox. One day I was called into the commander’s office, along with some of the sergeants of the school.

Once I entered the office, the commander started chewing me out. He accused me of being out of uniform. I checked myself out and did not see anything wrong with my uniform. He then threw Sergeant stripes across his desk and told me I had better put them on and be in uniform before the next morning. So that is how I got promoted to Sergeant.

I had to become “one of the boys.” I joined the V.F.W., like I was told to, worked 3 or 4 nights a week at the V.F.W. Club as a bartender, found a girl to screw around with, take her to the V.F.W. dances like any straight guy would do. I played softball on the school's team, learned to chew ass just like the old time sergeants did and did a pretty good job of acting straight! But I am gay! Or bi-sexual! Or whatever! Or as they say: I’m tri-sexual, I’ll try anything!

Fort Knox was a gold mine (no pun intended) when it came to finding horny soldiers to make out with. They were everywhere. Like one night, after going to the movie on post, I stopped by the snack bar for a cup of coffee (and to look around). There was a table full of queens: young servicemen who were very gay and showed it. They were "camping" and anyone in the snack bar could figure out they were gay. The army back then did not discharge anyone if they could avoid it; they wanted every body.

A very good-looking straight marine was at the next table. These queens were making remarks about what they would like to do with that cute marine. This got the butch marine pissed off.

I did not know what was going on when I took the table next to the marine. When he stood up and told the guys to step outside and he would show them what a marine does to "queers", I laughed and told the marine to ignore them. He sat down again and we started talking. The marine was to catch a Greyhound bus in a couple of hours and was just waiting. As we talked, I found out that this marine was horny as hell and he admitted to me that he had a blowjob once from a guy. That is all I needed, I drove him to the bus station on post, and on the way I parked in a large, dark parking lot and gave him a blowjob. Damn, that was nice!

Then there was the night that I went to the service club. Then I went into the men's room; I had to take a crap, so I entered the booth. Here was a "GLORY HOLE" with a cute stud on the other side of it, beating his meat and trying to keep me from seeing him. Of course I