Dr. W. A. Frost's Ides of Revolution

  “Hey boys, look who we got here!” Those words strike fear into every insecure man in a locker room, and for Franklin, this was no exception. Late night workout, 2 AM, no one there. The tubby gent slowly turned, and to his chagrin, three beefcake soldiers stood there, flexing and showing off their physiques. He had seen these three douchebags for the past week or so, taking up all the free weights and just being an all around noisy nuisance. But who’s going to tell three American Army soldiers to fuck off? Certainly not unassuming Franklin. “Hey guys, I’m really in a rush, so I’m gonna get in the showers and head home.” The three smugly exchanged glances, muttering whispers under their breath. Franklin meagerly tried to pass the three mountains, but to no avail. Every move he made to get to the showers was mirrored by the “heroic” bullies.  “Whoa, whoa, whoa. Why in such a rush, man! We’re shipping off in a few days, and we want some fun.” The color in Franklin’s cheeks flush...

  “So here is how this is gonna go.” You stare at the Lieutenant as he lubes his tight, muscular body; ready to invade you. “You’re gonna feel a lot of pressure, and a lot of stretching. That’s normal. I mean, you see these guns? They’re gonna stretch you out a bit. But that’s what this shiny shit is for anyway.” You think back to when you were approached by the Marines recruiter: you never thought this would be what you signed up for. -------------------------------- You walked into the recruiter’s office, ready to enlist. Your parents just kicked you out of the house after they discovered you were gay, and you simply felt as if you had no where to go. Your big sister, who was in the Navy at the time, suggested you join the military, since you had no other place to be. The recruitment office was bland and sterile, with plain white walls and posters of sexy soldiers posing with assault rifles. Now, you were not exactly military material; you hadn’t exactly thrived in athletics, nor...

  Tony and Kyle were always best buds. They hung together, ate together, smoked together… inseparable. But once graduation rolled around, the boys realizes they would likely be parting ways. Tony had a scholarship to Florida State, and Kyle chose University of Miami, both leaving their Tampa home; and each other. That was, of course, until Corporal Ramirez came to their high school for Army recruitment. Kyle, as a joke, had signed the two up for an information session. They were by no means prime picking for the military, as mathletes and chess club aficionados, so they never intended on taking the session seriously. That was, of course, until they met Corporal Ramirez.  The two boys stepped into the room, and sat down, there were rows of empty seats in the counselors office, all with Army pamphlets showing the glory of a soldiers life. After about ten minutes of silence, the boys decided that the session was cancelled. Tony got up to leave, and tried walking out the door… it ...