Don't Ask, Don't Tell: Gay Erotica

With 1000 young, horny soldiers in the desert, there has to be quite a few gay guys amongst them, right? So figure it out and hook up. Just don’t kiss and tell.

Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell is a 26,000 word MM gay erotica novella.
It’s hot, it’s steamy, it’s sizzling male and male action in the desert.

Excerpt:

By day seven, I knew I would have to see if it would be possible to make contact with someone. I was going through serious sexual withdrawal. Under normal circumstances, I would zero in on the straight guys since I do have an affinity for them. But I was concerned that this was too confined a living situation and if I read some guy wrong, it wouldn't just be an anonymous encounter. Since we were the only civilians on the base and there were only thirty of us, tracking me down would be very easy. So I decided a gay guy would be best. I figured there were roughly a thousand Marines on the outpost. Wouldn't it stand to reason that if only 5% were gay, that would mean that there were 50 beautiful, muscular gay Marines on this base? I wasn't going to be selfish; all I wanted was one. At a time. Well, maybe a few three-ways.
Okay, assuming I could attract the attention of one of them, I had to look at the logistics of getting someone to my room. Being so close to the pedestrian gate leading to the common area we shared with The Corps looked as if it was definitely going to have an advantage. Norm had actually apologized for having to give me such a bad location. At the time, he had said it was too noisy with people walking to breakfast on our day off when a person might want to sleep in. Anyway, it was about 15 feet from my room to the gate but once on our side of the fence the 16-foot high concrete blast walls would hide him from view from his side. And on my side, no one would see unless they came out of their rooms. I felt confident I could do this and dismissed it as an issue.