Drafted

'Greetings to John Jay Carter fron the President of the United States. You friends and neighbors in the Selective System Service have directed me to order you to report to the U.S.Post Office in Spokane, Washington no later that 8AM on 20 October 1969 for transportation to an Armed Forces Induction Center where your fitness for induction into the armed forces of the United States will be determined.' The letter went on to explain the transportation arrangements to Seattle and the ramifications for not complying with the call up. Jay passed the letter around for his buddies to examine.

"So, Cart, what are you going to do?"

"Doesn't look to me as I have much choice, so I guess I'll get on the bus and see what happens."

Cart had registered for the draft on his eighteenth birthday just like all of his classmates had done, and had immediately been classified as '1-A', or available for immediate induction. He had started classes at the local community college that fall, earning him a '2-S', or student deferment. Work and partying had taken its toll, however, and he had flunked out the next spring, losing his deferment.

Ironically, Cart didn't give a shit about the war in Viet Nam, and it hadn't really occured to him that he could go there and die. None of his friends had come back yet from the war, dead or alive, and Cart, like most teenagers, considered himself invincible. Cart's real bitch with the deal was his car.

He had just purchased a Shelby Cobra, 'a car with real balls' according to the salesman, and working overtime to pay for it was the main reason that he had flunked out of college. There would be no way that he could afford it on Army pay, and he didn't want to sell it or have it repossessed. Canada was only a sixty mile drive to the North, but he wouldn't be able to get a decent job there with a 1-A classification, and the finance company wouldn't let him take it across the border anyway.

"I knew one guy," said Ralph, an obese, asthmatic, 4-F who had already taken and failed his physical, "who smeared peanut butter in his crack. The doc told him to bend over and spread his cheeks, and when he did the doc said 'what the hell is that?' The guy scaped off a finger full, tasted it, and said 'tastes like shit to me'. They booted his ass out and he hasn't been called back since."

Cart arrived at the Post Office at the appointed time and was herded onto a chartered Greyhound along with fifty other young adults fo the trip to Seattle. He was lodged overnight at the YMCA and given mental, psychological, and physical examinations the next day. Cart knew that he was smart enough to be in any nation's military, and he wasn't aware of any health problems. He had a somewhat steady girlfriend and it had been three years since he had been nude in a locker room so it suprised him when he got a boner when he was requested to strip, turn his head and cough, then bend over and spread his ass cheeks. What really bugged him was the shitty way that he as treated. 'Hurry up!' "No talking!' 'Wait until I get your candy ass in boot camp!" One day of this was so bad that he didn't see how he could take two years of that kind of crap.

No defect was found in Cart's mind, body, or moral character, and he was advised to get his home life in order as he would be called up in a few weeks.

"I know this other guy," Ralph seemed to know everyone, "who passed himself off as a queer. He had a picture taken of himself giving a blowjob, and he put it in his wallet with some cutie-boy pictures, They found the pictures at boot camp and kicked him out. You could try that, Cart." Cart's reponse to the suggestion that he blow someone was to chase Ralph's fat ass out of the room.

"I have enough money saved that I can get by with only my Army pay for a while. I'm not going to pull a tennis shoe to Canada or anything else like that. My dad would kill me if I did."

Boot camp in the Viet Nam era involved reducing the draftees to the level of dogshit and then rebuilding them into soldiers. Although Cart's job at the sawmill had been very physical and he was in good shape, he was nowhere near good enough for his new employers and the drill instructors ran his ass ragged. His only advantage over his peers was his ability to operate a typewriter. This got him out of the really shitty jobs and back to the barracks to type up the daily reports for the butterfingered Sergeant.

Cart's one accute embassassment was his cock, which continued to have a mind of its own and get hard when he was naked around other naked guys.

"Jesus! Someone hold Carter down and jerk him off! He makes me nervous as hell walking around with that thing loaded." Comments like these were frequently heard in the shower. Even the Sergeant ragged on him about it.

"Are you a queer, Carter?"

"NO SIR!"

"Do you like boys, Carter?"

"NO SIR!"

"You want to fuck my ass, Carter?"

"NO SIR!"

"Well then put that thing on safe until you get to town."

"YES SIR!"

Cart was baffled by his body's reaction to other nude men. He wasn't attracted to men or boys, and he really enjoyed sex with girls, so he knew he wasn't a homo, but he still couldn't explain why he got a raging hard-on when he saw other guys naked.

He would often wake up with a hard-on after dreaming of his girl, and would silently jerk off still thinking about her.

"At ease, son sit down and smoke if you like."

The Psychologist was the first guy in uniform Cart had come across who wasn't a hard ass.

"It says here the you have a problem controlling your erection. Is that true?"

Cart blushed a little and admitted that his tool had a mind of its own. "I can't help it, sir, it just happens when I strip down with the other guys."

"Let me ask you some questions, Carter. Do you like girls?"

Cart blushed even more and stammered. "No....I mean yes sir. I do."

The slip bothered Cart. He had no doubts about his orientation, and he really enjoyed women. He loved sex: The feeling of power that penetration gave him, the heat of their bodies, and the heavy, full feeling in his balls just before the heavenly gush of his orgasm. He also marveled at the reaction that he had on them, as they synchonized their motions to pleasure themselves as well. Cart loved women, but he really didn't like them much. Most of them were airheads who knew nothing of the things he liked, such as fast cars and hunting. Their preoccupation with their hair and clothes, and their mindless, idle, chatter annoyed him, and although he was sure that he would eventually do the wife-house-kids thing he had yet to find a woman that he could stand to be around in the daylight after sex.

"Most guys have had a homosexual experience, usually as young adolescents, either jerking off together, touching each other, and often having oral intercourse with each other. Have you ever done that?" The Major asked.

Cart blushed again. He hadn't done anything of the sort, and although he had tried unsuccessfully to suck himself when he was thirteen he had never even thought about what it would be like to take another guy in his mouth. "No sir, I haven't done any of those things. I was taught at home that stuff like that wasn't right."

"Well," the Major said thoughtfully, "it's a possibility that you have latent homosexual tendencies. We'll run a simple test to find out, and you'll get a 'less than honorable' discharge if you are homosexual."

Cart knew damned good and well that he wasn't a queer, and although he would just as soon stay in, finish his hitch, and get on with life he wouldn't turn down an opportunity to get out early.

"Strip down and put this around your penis." The Major ordered, handing Cart a thing that looked like a mineature blood pressure cuff. "It measures your state of arousal as you look at some picures and by that we can determine your true orientation."

This was the most demeaning thing that Cart had ever had to do and his willie responded by shrinking up like he was in a cold shower. He was told to don a robe abd then sit in front of a screen on the wall. The first few pictures projected on the screen were just ordinary landscapes and pictures of people. The next slides were of infants and young children, both clothed and nude. Nude teens, both male and female, then adults followed these. The last ones showed the most erotic scenes that Cart had even seen. They showed women and women,then men and women having sex. Cart did a pretty good job controlling himself until the last series, which featured men having sex with other men and boys.

"Keep your eyes open and on the screen." The Major warned.

When it was over and Cart had dressed the Major told him to go back to his quarters and to wait for discharge orders.

"What the fuck are you doing here, Carter?" The Sergeant want to know.

"The shrink thinks that I'm a fag, and has ordered me to stay in the barracks until the paperwork gets processed to kick me out of the Army."

Later that evening four of the drill instrucors dragged Cart off to an isolated area of the base.

"The rest of the squad will graduate in a few weeks," the Sergeant began,"and most of them will be sent overseas, and some will die there. That's the way war is. While they're over there fighting and dying you'll be back here taking it easy. You seem to like men as well as women, so I think we should give you what you want before you go back home to fuck our brothers and girlfriends!"

Four strong young men seized Cart and quickly stripped him before tying one of his bootlaces around his balls.

"If any of us so much as feel a tooth you'll eat your nuts." The Sergeant said menacingly, brandishing a knife."

"Anyone who claims to be a fag to get out of the Army has to prove it to us also, so do your thing, cocksucker!" The first man said as he lowered his pants.

Cart had never known such pain and humiliation as he was forced to swallow each of their wads, suck them hard again, and then take each of them up his ass.

"You did real good, sweetheart" the Sergeant said as Cart lay sprawled on the concrete floor. "You've convinced us that your a queer, and now were going to keep you from walking around with a hard-on and fucking our little brothers." The shoelace was pulled tight and a combat boot, pile-driven by the one hundred and eighty pound Sergeant, descended on Cart's scrotum leaving Cart writhing in agony on the floor amid the remains of his testicles.

Cart was out of the hospital and back at home a month later.

"Three months without sex had to be tough on you, Cart. I'm suprised that your not out getting some ass." Ralph said as Cart polished the hood on the Cobra, a car with real balls.