It was a good period of my life, the military life suited me, at least in a sexual sense. I was young, horny, in a very masculine environment and my c...ck was hard all the time. It was okay to express the demand for pussy and the weekends where a virtual hunting spree at the local bar for whatever, whenever, however.Being bisexual gave the army life an extra dimension. Lots of nice boys around, lots of nakedness in the showers, plenty of dangling cocks and tight, moving asses. Of course, caution. I guess it was about four years ago when I met Blaine. I met him on the set of a movie we were filming called Don’t Fall For Her. During the filming of this movie, I basically spent every waking moment of seven months of my life on the set with him. Six foot two, slender build, hypnotizing brown eyes, British accent. Just thinking about the way that man swept me into his arms and said “I’m yours, Baby” gives my whole body shivers right down to the bone. Now, the way we acted off set, that’s. “Do you like it?” Hank followed up.“I… I kind of do! I know that sounds weird because most girls hate it, but I kind of like giving my boyfriends that kind of pleasure. It makes me feel kind of sexy,” she said, sheepishly.“When is the last time you sucked a dick?” Hank was getting a little more vulgar with his questioning. Again, he started slow to build trust and now was talking dirty to arouse her. Well played, Hank! Paige was really blushing now.“Yesterday!” Paige replied, before covering. Thus, Raphael Dorval, a Miami man through and true, found himself in the Great White North. The last place any authentic Haitian-American should ever end up in. He wasn’t enamored of life in the City of Ottawa at first but grew to appreciate the few good things that life in the Canadian capital had to offer. Economically it was far more stable than the average American city twice or three times its size. Also, the City of Ottawa was quiet and peaceful for the most part. Now, as a six-foot-four,.