Usually the Captain had to order me to take even that and I always seemed to come back early. For some reason I could never explain to myself I didn't...feel comfortable being back in the world anymore. I had learned the hard way to never wear my uniform and always wear civvies when I went back to the states. I still remember the first time I went back after my first tour and got off the plane in California. I was immediately booed and yelled at by some greasy haired bearded young kids in the. It was very thick, and looked to be about 10” long, with a wide, bulbous head. He slowly stroked the long shaft as he continued grinning at me, and I unconsciously moved a step closer to him so his fingers could work my twat and clit more easily.I glanced down the bar and saw that the bartender was still working multiple drinks, so I decided to take advantage of the situation while I waited. With my eyes completely focused on his huge dick, I reached down with my hand and started jerking him. He turned towards me and once again we started making out while he was aggressively removing my shirt and shorts. I grabbed his ass and pushed his underwear down and he did the same to me. We were grinding our naked cocks against each other and he broke away from me and got on his knees and started swallowing my cock. I stopped him and asked "have you done this before?". He looked up and me and said "no, when I saw you naked at the quarry with your hard on I knew I had to fuck you". All I. "What?" she asked. "I don't know," I said. "Come on, Daddy," she said. "Let's eat." At that moment, I hated myself. I was so ashamed. Was the alcohol still in me? No, I had been sobered up for a few hours now. I couldn't let myself have another moment like that. I just couldn't. But there was more... "So, if I told you I was thinking about, I don't know, going all the way with a guy..." she said before I cut her off. "Absolutely not," I said. It's bad enough that I just had a small moment of.