He stepped into full view and I saw he had a hard on, he was gripping his shaft with his right hand and I knew then what he wanted of me. I finished weeing but didn't know what was going on. I didn't know how he knew my name but vaguely recognized him from our ship. 'Come on Paul before someone comes in' he said, or something like that. I had started peeing so just looked at him stupidly as he stood with the door half open. As I stood at the urinal one of our guys went into a nearby cubicle and beckoned me.
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įor a short while when I decided to go to the mens room, the movie was not very good, too much story and besides that it was straight. Sure enough it was a porn film and the audience were all men with quite a few of our guys off the ship there, all in uniform of course so we stood out.
None of us spoke French so I couldn't see the point but apparently all French films were explicit sex movies so off we went. The next port of call was in France and I was with a few messmates having a drink in a bar opposite a cinema when someone suggested going to the pictures. Some of the memories of the night before returned later that day and I had an excellent wank thinking about it. Anyway, I was given the benefit of the doubt and my buddy was told not to tell anyone. When I was questioned I had a massive hangover and actually couldn't remember much about the night before so there was no need to lie when I told them I didn't know what my buddy was talking about. Luckily for me there was a reporter for a national newspaper onboard our ship and since gay sex acts were a very serious crime in the navy everyone wanted to keep it quiet. He reported me the next day and I was confined to the ship while enquiries were made. I had been caught by my 'buddy' giving another guy a blow job, he had watched as a massive load of cum was pumped into my mouth with me unaware that he was even there, even though he was just feet away. I wrote a little while ago about my first sex experience with guys and about how I got caught, this letter is about the next experience I had and it happened about 5 or 6 weeks later.
I could feel the rock hard mound of cock inside his jeans right above mine. He pushed into the again of the sofa we were located by. We savored the sensation in our clothed bodies coming in contact with. Mike put his forearms around me and we embraced. I thought about his hot sweaty muscles at the fitness center and the time he threw me down participating in ball.