The bomb loaders had a bar. We munitions specialists had a bar which was my favorite. There were no go-go’s here so we got a break from buying drink...-drinkies for the girls. The other bars played dance music and here it was early 60’s Southern Rock most of the time.It was a funky bar complete with a sign saying; “Please wipe your feet before entering the street.” I thought it was funny, but evidentially the floor use to be dirt that turned to mud as the day went on. Another attributing factor. Elyse had just arrived as I got into the apartment and kicked off my shoes. I made dinner and afterwards we studied and did homework. I worked on my papers, because I’d finished my calculus on Wednesday night. Just before 10:00pm, Theo called and said the meeting with Frank and Richie was set up for Sunday morning.Friday was a regular day, and I cleared missing the next Friday with my three professors. Kathy and Kurt came for the weekend and Warren joined us as well. The semester was quickly. Kerem quickly unbuttoned Ben's jeans and unzipped them and took his hard pulsating cock into his mouth and moved it up and down. Ben gasped out loud with pleasure. He couldn't believe he was getting a blow job done by another man and it was incredible. Did this mean he was gay? His body convulsed with pleasure as he came inside Kerem's mouth. Ben watched as the sexy Turkish man stood back up and began unbuttoning his own jeans and took out the biggest hard dick he'd ever seen. "Suck my dick,". .I had a pretty good idea where this was going.Dale stepped up behind me as I stood at the kitchen counter and reached under my arms, grabbing a boob in each hand.I exclaimed, “Dale....What the fuck?”He reached inside the top of my dress and began squeezing both of my tits, “You didn’t tell me you fucked Troy last night.”As Dale continued fondling my breasts and pinching both nipples, I looked at Troy and said, “Seriously, Troy? You couldn’t keep that a secret for a single day?”Troy stepped.