Synopsis

Ryan Gracin had a good life until he told his parents he was gay. Since they yanked their support for college he had to find a way to pay for it. Little did he know that joining the Army was going to change his life forever. Especially when he was introduced to a Drill Sergeant who was nicknamed 'Big Daddy'.

Phillip Grabowski had joined the Army to follow in his father's footsteps; by the time Ryan entered, he had already made a name for himself. He was a soldier's solider, but Ryan was making it really hard for him to remember that.

EXCERPT

Ryan Gracin had a good life until he told his parents he was gay. Since they
yanked their support for college he had to find a way to pay for it. Little did
he know that joining the Army was going to change his life forever. Especially
when he was introduced to a Drill Sergeant who was nicknamed 'Big Daddy'. 



Phillip Grabowski had joined the Army to follow in his father's footsteps; by
the time Ryan entered, he had already made a name for himself. He was a
soldier's solider, but Ryan was making it really hard for him to remember that.




Excerpt



The chow hall was cool and Ryan let out a breath of relief. He hated fucking
Missouri even more than he hated Grabowski. At that time there was a stir in the
line and Ryan looked back. He was seconds from being served his food. But damn
if the Drill didn't stop right behind him. He pulled his arms back, folding his
hands neatly into his back and yelled the required "AT EASE, MAKE WAY!"



Every time a Drill came within distance the first solider to see them was to
yell 'At ease, make way' so the Drill could move in front of them. Ryan was
happy because he had at least four in front of him. That meant SSG Grabowski
would move way up head of him.



"Aww, Freckles, I knew you cared." The Drill sneered and then placed himself
BEHIND Ryan.



Ryan decided that God really did hate gays because if he loved gays, the dick
behind him would have gone way up front instead of right behind him.



"So Freckles, how are you enjoying Uncle Sam's hospitality?" Phillip asked,
with that damn fucking mega-watt smile of his out in full force. If Ryan didn't
hate the bastard so much he would totally be hard just from that smile.



This one wasn't a rhetorical question. This one he actually wanted Ryan to
answer. "I like it, Drill Sgt. Grabowski" he said, pleased he wasn't giggling at
all.



"That is just fucking outstanding, Freckles. Outfuckingstanding!" Phillip
exclaimed.



Somehow the line slowed down to a freaking trickle. So Ryan had enough time to
find out that Phillip, who was a confirmed asshole, smelled like fucking heaven.
He smelled like sunshine and musk. That's when Ryan decided he could most
definitely lust after a guy he couldn't fucking stand.