The K.I.N.G. of Hart's part 1

This story is based on parts of my life, though it is totally fictional… this is my first story ever written here, so I’d like some comments and feedback if you can, don’t mind any constructive criticism here. Sorry though, no sex in the first part, but there will be in the upcoming series

Prologue

The story I’m telling isn’t mostly about me, though it is written within my perspective. This story is about mostly of the people who has influenced me and built me to who I am today as a man. The people in our lives who influence us are those we remember forever, at least to me they are. This is their story, as well as mine…

Let’s start with the basics here: my name’s Chaston Hart, I was born in a small town in Montana, raised everywhere else as I tell most people. I’m 5’ 11”, jet black hair, light golden brown eyes, 176 lbs. I don’t think I have a great body though most people tell me I do, I guess I’m well toned, not too much muscle, just a well built chest with a hard 4 pack as I say. I’m also Native American, as well as something else but I’ll get to that later on. Mostly not too confident with my looks, but I’m confident on who I am, as well as what I like and want.
I think mostly of this as I lay in my bed, staring aimlessly at the ceiling as I contemplate on myself, my life, and on people.

There are only a few people I trust, and only fewer people I keep to my heart. Those being mostly my family, a couple of my friends (what little I have) as well as my daughter… god, my daughter. She’s such a sweet angel, loving and caring for her age, as well as wise. She has this demeanor to her that just seems to put everyone at ease. I start to get lost into more thoughts, running through every emotion I have. I must have been here for hours. I look at my alarm clock on the nightstand next to my bed, 5 o’clock in the p.m. God, I missed my class again… oh well, I really didn’t care for much of it anyways

It seems like that now-a-days, like I don’t give a shit no more. This is my second attempt at trying to better myself, educational wise that is… I think most of my professors as morons, subjugated to teach the same, tiresome curriculum over and over again, trying to form the masses of so called “students” into better adapting into the world as “better people” when really all they will be is the worst they don’t expect. Pessimistic, maybe… realist, definitely. Oh well, that’s their loss, not mine.

As look at my clock again, it’s 23 after, I soon realize I need to be somewhere. I get up and go to my drawer and pull out my jockeys, my ball shorts, and sleeveless muscle shirt that I formed myself out of my drawer and onto the bed. This dorm is small, only 30x35, if that then that is a huge understatement. I go into my wall locker and grab my gym bag, getting lost in thought again as I stuff my work-out clothes into my bag. I look at my watch, 5:36 p.m., god why am I moving so slow, I’m gonna be late.

He hates it when I’m late, yet again… they all do. Isn’t what this whole thing is about? He always tells me, “If you’re early, you’re on time. But if you’re on time, then you are late, that’s how the Army thinks, and soon so will you…” I don’t even know why I’m even bothering doing this, but now it seems like it’s my only option, since I know for a fact that I’m gonna be kicked outta this place next year anyways. I haven’t been to any of my classes since a few months ago, like the second month since I started going here. All I’ve done so far is hang out with some buddies I’ve met, get stoned and party all day and night. I’ve been influenced by the right people; they are the true income for money.

I walk into the gym, show they hot guy at the desk my I.D. as I check out his ass as he stands up to dress up the towels… “HOT!!!” I then go and do the routine workout that I do till McIrvin gets here. He has me doing neck workouts as well as shoulders, then its cardio and slight weight training for the rest of the time there. I check out everyone there, all the girls as well as guys. Most of them, decent; but only a few were hot.

I’ve always known that I was attracted to guys as well as girls. Yeah, I fucked a few girls here, but as of lately, I’ve been craving some man meat. The tube steak, the one-eyed sausage, it’s mostly about the dick for me. I consider myself a very sexual person, I dominate the girls here, they love it when I fuck them and make them do what I want them to do. But I go crazy when a guy does that to me, dominates me. In sex, I’m a very willing bottom, but can top as well. God there is so much shit running through my mind that during my exercises I pop a stiff one there. I see most of them stare at it, but I really don’t care. “Well, well… looks like your getting a little too excited about this whole working out thing now huh.”

Shit! It’s Staff Sergeant McIrvin. Though he is someone who I wouldn’t find as a regular, I’d love for him to be. He’s nearly 6 foot, rippling with muscles, but not like the bodybuilder type. He’s so hot, short light brown hair, gorgeous hazel eyes, and through his shorts, I can see my target in plain sight. God! I almost busted my nut there, though I am leaking like crazy. “Well then, shall we begin…?”

Damn, has it really been eight months since I was talked into going into that recruiter’s office, since my workouts with SSG McIrvin. I miss him, though I’d obviously hit on him, he didn’t budge. By this time he’s probably in Hawaii on assignment by now. God, I wish I had gotten into his pants, though I have seen him naked more than a few occasions, his dick was a decent 6” flaccid but I bet it gets even bigger when’s fully hard. Oh how I wished he would’ve pounded me hard with that dick of his, maybe given more influence to wanna stay in this more.
But here I am, on a plane, heading to Kentucky for Fort Knox. I stare at the other recruits, some of them are cute, some even hot, but the others… eh, lets say they needed more work done to keep my attention.

As I stare out the window I’m suddenly brought back to that day when I when I was heading MEPS. My dad looking all proud and shit, seeing that his suspicious gay son was joining something manly, though there are ulterior motives in my head. As I look at my sister with her 10 month old son on her hip, looking back at me with watery eyes, she’s one person I’ll miss the most. Then there’s my brother, that little punk that I can’t even stand but I tolerate him. Seems like I’ve been his role model for awhile now, even before I decided to join the Army; tough shit kid, ain’t no way I want you to follow in my footsteps. Then there’s my daughter, my beautiful little angel, who means the whole world to me.

If only she’d know I was her real father, not that pudgy asshole who was looking at his son like he’d actually gotten ride of this “disease” he does not approve of, god I hate him. But if it wasn’t for his childish and rude ways he treats his now ex-wife, she wouldn’t have gotten drunk, and came into my room and seduced me into having sex with her, then Melissa wouldn’t have been born. As I board the bus to head to Butte, I look at my family again, though some I don’t like, the rest I will miss dearly.

And now I’m brought back here to the air, after two days of in-processing at MEPS, getting my physical, which I passed. And during the physical I got to get fondled by this hot doctor who inspect my insides, kinda thinking myself a little bit of a sicko as I think that I actually enjoyed that part of it all. Then after the whole swearing in thing, I was boarded on to a plane and now I’m here, nearly 3000 feet in the sky and nothing to look forward to but to check out more hot guys, can’t wait.

Ok, that's it for now.