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The men in uniform get a right royal salute from an adoring Barry Lowe.
Gay men have always been partial to men in uniform, and the porn industry would seem to bear this out. I remember in the 1960s whenever a US navy warship came to Sydney we queens would all run down to Garden Island to welcome the sailors with ready, willing and able sphincters.
I remember sitting in front of the television news a few years back with someone I barely knew when the US invaded Grenada. As I watched footage of US Marines parachuting into the country all I could see was another example of American imperialism. All he could see was: “Wow, think of all the military cock underneath those uniforms”.
I’ve had my share of military cock. One of my longest relationships was with a serving member of the RAAF and I serviced a Marine in the upstairs of a sex shop on Oxford Street just prior to his seeing action in the first Gulf War.
After I right royally buggered him he showed me pictures of his wife and kids back home. He couldn’t go to the bars along the Golden Mile because he was an officer and he knew the enlisted men would be there prowling for Aussie beef.
Wars have always liberated libido – understandable given a person’s proximity to death. In the twentieth century men from all walks of life and all geographical locations were thrown together and it was inevitable gay men would meet their own in big cities or in their own platoons. If you were being sent into the jaws of death then, hell, there was no better time than the present to explore forbidden sexuality.
Naturally, there was a downside. Gay military were fighting for liberty and the pursuit of happiness – just not their own as it turned out. And if they were caught pursuing it they were dishonourably discharged or confined to one of the barbed wire Queer Stockades the US military machine created.
What idiot decided it was a good idea to put a bunch of horny gay men in a queer compound together? Perhaps some gay guy subverting the military code.
Eventually, sexual activity became so rife in some camps the men were caged on their beds at night.
Among those who ‘passed’ there’s the tale of one particularly virile muscular sergeant in the Pacific war zone who boasted to his men that when the war was over he would write his memoirs and title it Famous Cocks I Have Sucked. His buddies thought he was joking until he was court martialled for ‘scandalous conduct’.
But among the tragedy and horror, gay men managed to keep their spirits up in amazingly innovative sexual games.
One of the more outrageous was to requisition a jeep for midnight reconnoitring and roar up to an MP guard post and lean in to ask directions and kiss the startled MP on the mouth before roaring away. One soldier remembered: “This time the motor failed! To my surprise, the MP put an arm around my neck and kissed me back … the guard undid his trousers and I complied readily”.
Even better was a bamboo fence euphemistically called the Mouths of the Hundred Delights. It was in an alley on the outskirts of Honolulu and although there were not one hundred openings in the fence there was an opening for every height, girth and length that was likely to find its way there.
And behind each opening was always a hot tongue and mouth to give relief to horny soldiers 24-hours a day. It was hog heaven for cocksucking military queers.
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