by M. T. Pope
Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell
M.T. Pope, Tina Brooks McKinney, Brenda Hampton, and Terry E. Hill
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Table of Contents
Title Page
A DISHONORABLE DISCHARGE
Chapter 1 - Kye
Chapter 2 - Tasha
Chapter 3 - Kyle
Chapter 4 - Christine
Chapter 5 - Kyle
Chapter 6 - Henry
Chapter 7 - Kyle
Chapter 8 - Christine
Chapter 9 - Kyle
Chapter 10 - Henry
Chapter 11 - Kyle
Chapter 12 - Tasha
Chapter 13 - Henry
Chapter 14 - Kyle
Chapter 15 - Henry
Chapter 16 - Kyle
Chapter 17 - Tasha
Chapter 18 - Kyle
Chapter 19 - Tasha
Chapter 20 - Kyle
Chapter 21 - Christine
Chapter 22 - Tasha
Chapter 23 - Kyle
Chapter 24 - Christine
Kyle’s Epilogue
BETTER NOT TELL
Chapter 1 - Lauren Burns
Chapter 2 - Anji Foster
Chapter 3 - Lauren Burns
Chapter 4 - Anji Foster
Chapter 5 - Lauren Burns
Chapter 6 - Anji Foster
Chapter 7 - Lauren Burns
Chapter 8 - Anji Foster
Chapter 9 - Lauren Burns
Chapter 10 - Lauren Burns
Chapter 11 - Lauren Burns
About the Author
HUSH
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
About the Author
WHEN DUTY CALLS
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
About the Author
Copyright Page
A DISHONORABLE DISCHARGE
By M.T. Pope
Chapter 1
Kye
Yes, Sir!
“Drop down and give me twenty!” I looked at him in his eyes, face to face, as stern as I possibly could. The front of his uniform was adorned with all types of medals and badges. He was not to be fucked with and I knew this. He was a thoroughly built muthafucka and I didn’t want him angry at me for not obeying a direct order.
“Yes, sir!” I saluted him and did as I was told. I got down on my knees in front of him and slowly unzipped his pants. I reached in and pulled out his flaccid dick. He was in charge of our sexual sessions and he decided when he wanted to fuck me or just for me to blow him.
I took him in my mouth the first time. “One.” I sucked half of his five-inch flaccid dick and then looked at him with pleasure in my eyes.
“Two.” I sucked again; this time I took him all in my mouth.
“That’s right, soldier.” His hand palmed the back of my head like most men did when they were getting head. “Aaahhhhhh ... Yeahhhhh ... I need another honorable discharge today.” I looked at him before I took on his now fully erect nine-inch dick.
“Yes, sir!” I immediately took him in my mouth again, with a plan to give him the discharge of his life today. I didn’t want to, but I did as I was told, and in this army and under his leadership you did what you were told with no questions asked.
You see, the man I was going down on was my wife’s father. Yes, that’s right; my father-in-law and I were getting it on. My problem was that I had had a past with men and my wife was one to look past my past. She did make it known to her parents, though, and both her parents were outwardly skeptical about it. After we got married and had kids the entire ruckus about my past dissipated, and we were one big happy family. That was, until one evening with her father on a fishing trip, when he turned me into his sex slave.
Sergeant Harris, my wife’s father, used my past against me. I couldn’t tell my wife or anybody in her family. Who would believe that this sergeant in the army was using me for sex? Mind you, I was stationed on the same base with him. He would call in sexual favors all the time and anytime. Nobody knew the type of freak this bastard was. Here I was a twenty-five-year-old sex slave to my wife’s forty-five-year-old father. We were in his office and here I was giving him oral pleasure like my life depended on it. He held my family, career, and future in his hand.
“Oh, yeah! Do that shit to daddy,” he moaned. The “daddy” resonated in my hearing as he palmed the back of my head and pushed me down harder. He was my wife’s daddy and he shouldn’t have been mine. I gagged on regret and his dick because the truth and his dick were a little too hard to swallow at the same time. But I managed.
“Look at me while you suck on my little soldier.” I did, and the smirk on his face was filled with satisfaction. “Umm hmm ... You like this dick, don’t you? You sorry piece of shit.” His verbal abuse was nothing compared to the same shit I told myself after every encounter we had had thus far. You low-life bastard! Yeah, that was what I said to myself most of the time and maybe a little more depending on my guilt level. They say no one can treat you worse than yourself, and they never lied about it.
“Yes, daddy,” I said in between slurps. “I love this dick.”
“I bet you do, you slut. Now finish what you do so well.” He thrust in my mouth, once again hitting the back of my throat. I gagged again and spit dripped from the sides of my mouth.
“Yes, you’re a good little cum sucker, aren’t you?” He was sounding so fucking sexy and I wanted to hold back on my skills, but I just couldn’t. I hated it and loved it all at the same time. I had to be all that I could be in every situation including this, as wrong as it was.
“Get the fuck up!” he commanded me. Again, we were all alone in his office. No one could hear him disrespect me. I did as I was told and stood up. My little soldier was at attention as well, because while I was sucking him off I had managed to pull my dick out of my zipper and pull at it. He wasn’t the only one who was going to get a nut out of this.
“You should be fucking ashamed of yourself, taking advantage of your father-in-law like this.” He was a sarcastic muthafucka. He grabbed my dick in his hand and let it throb in his hand. I stood there and looked at the wall and focused my attention on his awards. I wanted to be a decorated officer like he was one day. I just didn’t think it would take this. He had made me some promises about looking out for me when it came to my army career and I hoped he would keep his promise. “I don’t know how my daughter would marry a wimp like you.” He was still massaging my dick and playing with the pre-cum on the tip of my dick.
“Okay, soldier, bend over that desk and spread that ass. It’s time for corporal punishment.” I pulled my pants down and bent over the desk like he instructed. I had to admit I shamefully wanted to feel his warm dick in me. I looked back and watched him strap on a condom, and then he spit on his dick and slid in me easy like Sunday morning. He started to grind in me with his hand pushing down on my back. I gripped the edge of his desk as he worked up a pace. I laid my head down on the desk and took it like a man. It was one for the team as they say. And I was staring at my team right now. The picture of my wife and our two sons stared me in the face as I was being passionately fucked.
“Ummmm ... ummmm,” I moaned as I bit down on my bottom lip
because my father-in-law now had one leg up on the desk, pushing his entire dick in me.
“Take it, take it, take it,” he grunted and thrust into me. “Damn, you got some good ass,” he whispered in my ear, as he was now leaning over me giving me a slow, long, deep stroke.
Minutes later, he collapsed on me as he came.
“All right, get up and get dressed, soldier; it’s time to get out of here and home to my wife. You’re holding me up.” I looked at him in disgust, because he must have forgotten that he was just fucking me and not the other way around. I quickly pulled myself together and waited by the door, because I had a weekend pass and he was my ride home. My car was in the shop.
The whole ride home all I could think about was our pact that my wife and I made when we decided to get married: to never try to play both sides of the fence. She said that it was an automatic divorce.
About an hour later ...
We pulled up to the front of my house and he honked the horn, letting my wife know that he was outside.
The front door to my house opened and my beautiful wife came out with one of my sons in her arms and the other one walking beside her. It was a sight to see my wife and my kids coming to greet me as I came home. Even though it happened every time I got a weekend pass, the feeling never changed. I felt like a complete man.
I got out of the car as my wife, Tasha, approached. Her smile was so radiant. I loved me some her.
“Hey, baby.” I kissed her on the cheek, mainly because I just had her father’s dick in my mouth about an hour or so ago. I had gargled with a travel Scope on the drive home, but I still felt dirty.
“Hey, honey. I’m so glad to see you. I missed you,” she pouted. My heart melted and then I looked at my offspring and quickly scooped them up into my arms.
“Hey, boys.” I beamed with pride as I looked into their eyes. We had a three-year-old and an eight-month-old baby. Kaynon and Farrow: my pride and joys.
“Daddy!” my wife squealed as she ran around the car and into the arms of her father. She was a true army brat and a spoiled brat.
“Hey, baby girl. How’s my sunshine doing?” He picked her up and squeezed her like she was a rag doll. He was a big guy and my wife was a petite little thing. She was about the size of Jada Pinkett-Smith.
“I’m good, Daddy ... Just missing my two favorite men.” She kissed him on his cheek.
“Daddy missed you too.” He smiled and then looked at me. I quickly gave my attention back to my boys like he wasn’t even there anymore. I was home and I was focusing my attention on my sons. I needed to see them more than anything right now. They were my foundation along with my wife.
“All right, you guys. I have to get home to my wife. I am pretty sure she is waiting on me to get home.” He smiled.
The sorry bastard! I felt sorry for his wife, because she was such a nice lady. She didn’t deserve to be treated like this.
“Okay, Daddy. I’ll see you later.” My wife walked back around the car and onto the curb. We watched him get into the car and pull off down the road.
“You okay, baby?” Tasha asked me because I was in a daze for a few seconds as I watched the car disappear around the corner.
“Yes, baby. I’m home, so I’m great.” I didn’t know how much longer I could take this. The army’s policy of “don’t ask, don’t tell” was spilling over into my household and I couldn’t do a thing about it. “Let’s go into the house. I’m beat.”
Chapter 2
Tasha
Home, Sweet Home
“Baby, put your stuff by the door and I will wash it and have it ready for you to go,” I instructed my husband, who was behind me, as he had Farrow in one arm and his duffle bag in the other at the front door. He set his bag down and made his way into our living room. I had Kaynon by the hand as I too walked into the living room. Kyle plopped down on the sofa like he was dead tired. He had a worn-out look on his face and his shoulders slumped. I was pretty sure he had a busy week on the base. I was so glad that I took my mother’s suggestion. I suggested to him four years ago to go into the army instead of working like a slave at a regular job like he was doing.
“Kyle, watch them real quick. I have your food warming up in the oven.” I walked into the kitchen and picked up the phone.
The phone rang several times before it was answered.
“Hey, Ma.”
“Hey, Tasha.”
“I was just calling to let you know that Daddy just dropped Kyle off and he is on the way home.”
“Okay, baby. I’ll get his dinner heated up and ready to go.” My mom loved to be a housewife. She lived and breathed it. I followed in her footsteps and took all the instructions and lessons she taught me. My mother was my best friend, besides my husband, in the whole world.
“All right, talk to you in the A.M. Muah!” I hung up the phone and pulled my husband’s plate out of the warm oven and walked it into the dining room then placed it on the table.
“Baby, your food is ready.”
“All right, I’ll be in there in a minute.” Just like he said, he was in the dining room not long after with the baby, Farrow, in his arms and our toddler, Kaynon, following him.
“Wow, baby, you really outdid yourself this time. Barbecue ribs, red potatoes, greens, and cornbread. Ummmm, baby, you are too good to me.”
“Nothing is too hard for the man of the house.” My mother always taught me to treat my man like he was the king of the castle, and I did it to the best of my ability.
“Thank you, Tasha.” He handed me the baby and sat down at the table to eat.
“No problem, baby.” I kissed him on the cheek. “I’m going upstairs and run you some bathwater. You want bubbles in it?”
“Sure, baby. Do what you do so well.” He was smiling hard as he picked up a rib off of his plate and sunk his teeth into the meat. “Damn, baby, this meat is so tender.”
I walked away with a smile on my face. I loved my husband, our kids, and my life.
Chapter 3
Kyle
A Night Out
Feeling like the king of the castle only lasted a few more moments of being in my house. I sat at the table and devoured my food with a lot on my mind. I looked around my dining room at all of the things I had accumulated with my wife and felt good about it. Even after I divulged my past to her she still gave a brother a chance. I can’t even explain how happy I was when she said yes when I proposed to her only after a year of dating. My mother always told me that the Bible says, “When a man finds a wife he finds a good thing,” and I wanted to please my mother so bad. But most of all I wanted to be complete. My sexuality wasn’t my choice.
On a night, days after graduating from high school, a few homeboys and I were celebrating in a buddy’s basement with some liquor and marijuana. My mother and father were no-nonsense parents and I was on a tight leash up until I graduated high school. I did nothing without them knowing about it. My mother or father would pick me up and drop me off to school every day without fail and on the weekends I had little interaction with children in my neighborhood. My parents said that most of the kids would end up no good in the end because their parents were so loose with their discipline. I didn’t see it that way. I literally felt suffocated when I was in my house with my parents. They drilled me about diligence, prosperity, and perseverance.
So when they did let me go hang out with one of their friend’s kids I was a little hesitant, because all of their friends were just as strict as they were. When I found out that the guy’s parents had to leave for an emergency and trusted us in the house by ourselves, I was shocked. This was a first for me. No adult supervision. I knew it was because all of us had good grades and manners.
“Hey, yo! They gone?” one of my buddies asked Jerrold, the guy whose house we were in. I felt like there was something different about Jerrold but I just couldn’t put my finger on it. He had some things said about him in school, but I didn’t know if they were true. Mind you, I went to an all-boys
school and the things said about him were not flattering, to say the least.
“Yeah, they’re gone. Y’all ready?” He smiled as he came down the stairs to his basement that we sat in. It was a basic basement with some furniture and a big-screen television. They had some nice stuff and you could tell they lived well. There were four of us sitting, looking at each other. When Jerrold put the bag of weed and the liquor on the table, all of our eyes got big as saucers. I knew what it was, but I didn’t know how he got it. All of us went to the same school and had the same classes.
“Fuck! Where’d you get this shit from?” One of the other guys spoke up before I could.
A smile eased across Jerrold’s face before he spoke. “A man never gives up his sources; besides, one of you goody two-shoes might rat my ass out when you get home. I can’t chance that shit.”
“When are your parents coming back? This shit could get us grounded for life.” I spoke up with nervousness in my voice.
“They’re going to be gone for a minute.” He smiled. “My aunt is having twins in the hospital on the other side of the state.” We lived in Virginia so I knew that traffic was horrible and they could be there for hours. I eased up and relaxed my shoulders.
Thirty minutes later, we were all, as they say, “lifted.” I tried to get up but the room spun, so I laid my ass back down on the chair I was laid out on. Everyone else was doing the same thing. There was some music on now, but I couldn’t have told you what it was. I was gone and so were the others. Before long, I had passed out, and awoke to my shorts being pulled off.
“What the fuck is going on, man?” I looked at Jerrold in his eyes. His were red as a stop sign. I could only assume my eyes were red as well. I looked around the room to see that the other two guys were gone and it was just us two left in the room.
“Chill the fuck out, man, and let me do this.” He pushed me back down on the chair with force. He was a thicker guy than I was so it wasn’t hard to handle me.