The people on the other hand were mostly men who leered at me like hyenas waiting for their prey to weaken enough so they could pounce. I didn't enjoy...it much and my night ended with me slapping a guy for grabbing my ass.The second night on the other hand was much much better. It was fancy dress night and the theme was Arabia, which you can imagine, meant a lot of silk crop tops and fake tan. Being a weird human being I forgot to buy a fancy dress costume so instead I brought one from home. As. "He turned at looked at me sternly. "You asked what it would take? Unless coalition forces can secure the Khyber Pass and keep the supply lines open, we're in deep shit. They keep talking about other routes of supply, but the longest border is with Iran, which ain't likely to help much. If we don't solve that supply problem, our fucking POL will be rationed and the Taliban will regroup. We'll have it to do over again." I read about losing fuel trucks to suicide bombers up on the pass. I guess. One day he comes up to me and starts asking me for advice on working out and which supplements he should take . Now lately I notice every time I am working out he cant take his eyes off of me and the more I look at him I have noticed just how cute he is . I am not into guys , never been with one and never even thought about being with one .One night leaving the gym together I noticed he was walking so I asked him if he needed a lift home , he accepted and we made some small talk then he asked. I stroked it slowly . . . unbuttoning my shorts to give her an even better view. Next, I pulled down the top of my boxers so she could see the mass of hair around the base of my hardened member. Her eyes widened with excitement. She watched intently . . . leaning forward. I played with it casually not really wanting to get worked up just yet. I didn't think touching it was at all really necessary . . . since her stare kept it as.