..”And possibly for the worst. “And you’re willing to take that risk?”“If it were with anyone else, no. But I trust you; I trust you enough ...o spar full force with and to perform katas that you could seriously hurt me with if you wanted to. So yes, I’m willing; but only because I’m sharing that risk with you.”Which leaves the final decision to me.“And before you say it, yes; I’m aware it might not meet any expectations my mind has come up with. That’s not why I want to share my first time with. Yeah, who am I really kidding? I still had desires to be on the business end of a thick cock. And almost being engaged, as well as in a “Don’t ask, don’t tell” military, didn’t make it very easy to fulfill those desires. What was I to do? Just move on, forget the whole gay scene. Except, not a month later, I found my outlet for one last time.A little background. One of my platoon mates, Kat, was a DL lesbian. We almost hooked up one night, months before I met Marta, in a drunken haze,. ’ ‘What is she, a recluse? Or maybe you’re afraid that she’ll get a good look at me and ditch you.’ He teased trying to pry information. Sam stared at him from for moment. Maybe it would be good to talk about it, just a little. He wouldn’t have to divulge all the details. ‘She married.’ ‘Married!’ Grant sat back in shock. Sam was so straight and narrow he never imagined that him having an affair with a married woman. ‘Do you realize what you’re getting into? If you get caught her husband could. “Always for you, Steve. Always,” she said, getting up from her desk and following me to my room.I shut the door, and we sat side-by-side in the beanbag chairs. I held out my hand and Stephanie took it. I squeezed, and she squeezed back.“I think I’ve figured everything out,” I said. “Well, as much as I think I possibly can. All of this is my fault, and I’m the only one to blame. I’m responsible for what I did, and for seriously damaging our relationship. I understand my motivation and why it.