Private Taylor

Private Taylor served in the United States Army from 1986 - 1990. He was honorably discharged although he did tell when they didn’t ask. "I am a homosexual," he wrote in memo form and presented the letter to his commander.

Taylor didn’t feel like finishing out his eight year enlistment in the military. Like George W. Bush avoiding the burden, he used his gay head and big balls to obtain his honorable discharge four years early.

"But I don’t care that you’re gay," Specialist Taylor was told months before his discharge in the summer of 1990. "You are my personal driver and a good soldier. Don’t ruin your military career, Taylor. I see no reason why homosexuals cannot be in the military," pleaded Cpt. Hollinsworth."

With all due respect, sir, but this is not your military. I want to live my life as an open homosexual and the army will not permit me to do that!" responded Specialist Four (P) Taylor with his heels at a 45 degree angle adorned with spit shined boots.

"I am ordering you to see the Chaplain, Specialist Taylor," demanded Cpt. Hollinsworth.

"Yes sir, but this is not a religious matter."

"I have ordered you, Specialist Taylor," demanded the Company Commander.

"Yes, sir!" Taylor replied.

The late Eighties was a fabulous time to be a homosexual in the United States military.

Pvt. Taylor was assigned to the 141st Signal Battalion in Ansbach, West German during the days of the Cold War. His military profession was 31 Charlie - Single Channel Radio Operator and he was issued a Top Secret Security Clearance by the Department of Defense.

Taylor joined the Army as a young Born Again Christian in hopes he would butchen up and follow the path that his religion had taught him. But despite Basic Training, his new muscular body and love for God, he still craved dick.

It’s was blasphemous when Cpt. Hollinsworth ordered him to see the Chaplain. Taylor had already worked it out with God before he professed his homosexual tenancies and used it as a means to obtain an early honorable discharge.

Taylor had already lost his religious battle when he blew his section sergeant, Sgt. Grear in an effort to gain power within the platoon.

"What does a Chaplain have to do with me being gay? Does he really think he can covert me?" Specialist Taylor asked himself while leaving the commander’s office and twitching his big muscular ass cheeks out the orderly room door.

As far as he was concerned, the devil made Private Taylor do it– his affair with a married fellow soldier with three children and a wife-- his assembly line like sexual encounters with high ranking officers in the woods of Bavaria while on field exercises--it was pure sin in uniform.

Private Taylor couldn’t resist all those camouflaged salutes from fellow soldiers.

Sin is the only explanation for why a wholesome, virgin Christian country boy from the heart of America turned into such a out and proud male military slut.

Taylor always followed his heart's desires in life and not even the no-gay tolerance approach to homosexuality in the military could stop the flaming queen who knew all to well how to pull rank.

He was a cock sucking fag who lived a life in bliss, right under the noses of the Criminal Investigation Division of the U.S. Army.

"How can they grant me a Top Secret clearance?" Taylor asked himself time and time again. "They are supposed to do background investigations. All they have to do is look in my wall locker to find out I’m a flaming fag," Taylor told himself while remembering his pile of male to male porn stashed away in his barracks room.

Private Taylor witnessed the Berlin Wall fall while serving his country and half the men in his company.

Private Taylor was the one who coined the catch phrase "An Army of One" and forced the military to change it’s code of military justice and advertising slogan.