Years ago, when I first joined the Army one of my first TDY (temporary duty) assignments was to be counter surveillance. We were basically tasked with following around the dudes where were gonna be the next super spies. As part of that we had to lead them places, pass information, and other sorts of things. This involved a number of techniques, from changing looks/clothes so that if someone was following you, they wouldn’t recognize you, vehicle and foot surveillance.
Long story short, I won. On our side we had a large group, and I was one of the youngest and least experience guys there, pretty fresh from Basic Training and AIT compared to the rest. However, we were doing our mission in San Diego. So, in this massive group of mostly military guys from the South (and this one lesbian bitch I ended up hating), I was the lone person with any knowledge or connections with the gay community in a pretty gay city.
I made friends with the hotel driver/gopher, a gay dude who grew up in SF to two lesbian moms. In exchange for fucking him he gave me a tour of the city and lay of the land; the bathhouses, GayMart, the tattoos shops and gay gyms.
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When it came time to meet with one of my targets, I chose the bathhouse. We were tasked with making sure we weren’t being recorded by audio or video. I even exited through a side door after a favor from the staff member that day, so no one saw me coming or going. I’d fucked around with the gay owner of the tattoo shop across the street from the bath house to be my source for who was coming and going, what times, etc. It’s amazing what you can get a guy to do for you for a little fuck and suck. In the bathhouse everyone was naked, and I forced the target to meet with me in the jacuzzi and then walk to a private room. The dude was a red-headed former Marine and was very visibly agitated and uncomfortable. When it came time to pass information via a handoff, I chose the bookstore and had the target pass the material through the glory hole. Another spot with lots of anonymity. I used the posing room and the steam room of the 24 Fitness in Hillcrest as another meeting spot, and the big gay dance club (can’t remember the name, but it had a 2nd tier that gave a great view of who was coming and going).
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My boss was impressed with my willingness to push boundaries to “out” the guys we were testing to see if they could blend in and look comfortable in unfamiliar spaces (most of them couldn’t). He praised my ingenuity in the places I chose. I think he also pegged me as queer, but couldn’t say it since DADT still applied. Once when we were being tested on our ability to go undetected. In a prescribed number of city blocks we were told to find a spot to observe and our boss would walk around, find us, and grade us on our ability to blend in. My boss couldn’t find me (the only one of the group) and called me thinking I’d skipped out. I was about 40 feet behind disguised as the homeless guy sitting on the corner of an alley. No one looks at homeless people.
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I had my fun on that trip as well. Entered and won a wet underwear contest at some small bar in Hillcrest. Then I think it was at Pecs that I went out one night and picked up the bartender there. It was his night off, he had a giant cock you could see through his jeans, older guy, and he was practically on his way out the door with some feminine dude when I literally inserted myself between the two of them and cock blocked the other dude. We went back to his place, which had a sling permanently suspended from the bedroom ceiling and fucked until 4am. My work call was 430 and I rolled into that funky with the smell of sex and sweat and went through the whole day on zero sleep. Not bad for a 22-year-old soldier, young, dumb, and full of cum.
Long story short, I won. On our side we had a large group, and I was one of the youngest and least experience guys there, pretty fresh from Basic Training and AIT compared to the rest. However, we were doing our mission in San Diego. So, in this massive group of mostly military guys from the South (and this one lesbian bitch I ended up hating), I was the lone person with any knowledge or connections with the gay community in a pretty gay city.
I made friends with the hotel driver/gopher, a gay dude who grew up in SF to two lesbian moms. In exchange for fucking him he gave me a tour of the city and lay of the land; the bathhouses, GayMart, the tattoos shops and gay gyms.
When it came time to meet with one of my targets, I chose the bathhouse. We were tasked with making sure we weren’t being recorded by audio or video. I even exited through a side door after a favor from the staff member that day, so no one saw me coming or going. I’d fucked around with the gay owner of the tattoo shop across the street from the bath house to be my source for who was coming and going, what times, etc. It’s amazing what you can get a guy to do for you for a little fuck and suck. In the bathhouse everyone was naked, and I forced the target to meet with me in the jacuzzi and then walk to a private room. The dude was a red-headed former Marine and was very visibly agitated and uncomfortable. When it came time to pass information via a handoff, I chose the bookstore and had the target pass the material through the glory hole. Another spot with lots of anonymity. I used the posing room and the steam room of the 24 Fitness in Hillcrest as another meeting spot, and the big gay dance club (can’t remember the name, but it had a 2nd tier that gave a great view of who was coming and going).
My boss was impressed with my willingness to push boundaries to “out” the guys we were testing to see if they could blend in and look comfortable in unfamiliar spaces (most of them couldn’t). He praised my ingenuity in the places I chose. I think he also pegged me as queer, but couldn’t say it since DADT still applied. Once when we were being tested on our ability to go undetected. In a prescribed number of city blocks we were told to find a spot to observe and our boss would walk around, find us, and grade us on our ability to blend in. My boss couldn’t find me (the only one of the group) and called me thinking I’d skipped out. I was about 40 feet behind disguised as the homeless guy sitting on the corner of an alley. No one looks at homeless people.
I had my fun on that trip as well. Entered and won a wet underwear contest at some small bar in Hillcrest. Then I think it was at Pecs that I went out one night and picked up the bartender there. It was his night off, he had a giant cock you could see through his jeans, older guy, and he was practically on his way out the door with some feminine dude when I literally inserted myself between the two of them and cock blocked the other dude. We went back to his place, which had a sling permanently suspended from the bedroom ceiling and fucked until 4am. My work call was 430 and I rolled into that funky with the smell of sex and sweat and went through the whole day on zero sleep. Not bad for a 22-year-old soldier, young, dumb, and full of cum.
