Do you know I wasquestioning whether I was gay because I am dating a man."Donald laughed and said, "Thank you for putting that in perspective."Regina ...eplied, "I am feeling better that you are this nervous now,please get this car moving before I run out of this car and I wouldregret it."Donald laughed and started the car and put it into drive and theydrove to the restaurant and he parked the car.He walked over and opened the door for Regina and she said thank you.As they were walking towards. I removed my finger from his hole and savoured the smell as he repositioned himself on the bench, knees on the seat leaning over the backrest. "Straight in, bareback" in it went my hard cock had entered its first arse and it was enjoying every second. I reached around his slim frame and grabbed at his raging cock. Did this make me gay? Or bi? Who knows and as I pumped into his arse I didn't really care. I knew I wouldn't last long and after a couple of minutes pumping I shot my cum deep into. The was no 'taking it slow' or 'working up to it'. I had not had a dick in me for quite some time and my sphincter was super tight, but he showed me no mercy and rammed his rod into my ass with abandon. "It's so tight", he confirmed, apparently never having plowed an asshole before. I yelped as his cock continued to punish my boy-pussy. "Shhhhh!" He must have roommates, I thought, and pulled away as I wouldn't have been able to keep quiet with him ram-rodding me like a two-bit whore. After that. Always your humble servant,Captain Quentin StockingMy billet is currently the Bas et Culottes farmhouse just west of Lille in France, on the Maginot line. Dear Captain StockingI'm fuming. What an utter disgrace. How could this so-called Government of National Unity send our brave boys off to defend King and Empire without providing them with the necessary equipment to fulfil their duty or keep their substantial members suitably encased? I have written post-haste to Lord Beaverbrook, the.