“Jerry, this is Camille Haskins, my cousin from Little Rock. She’s here with her parents, and when I saw them, Camille wanted to get your autograp....”“Hey, Camille. I saw you sitting on the front row, and as hard as I tried not to stare at you, there was no way I could stop looking your way. I’m glad you came back to meet me, believe me, the pleasure is all mine.”Her face was red as a firetruck, but she managed a smile as she offered her hand.Catherine told her, “Don’t be shy, Camille. Jerry. .. once upon a time.Through no fault of his own (Just ask him.) Sergeant Jones had returned to base on foot, with a black eye and very bruised knuckles. He was chased in the gate by the police ... who were stopped at the gate ... and instructed to turn around, submit proper paperwork and, "The Major would review and process ... yada, yada, yada."When the very pissed off Mayor showed up at the gate the next day, he was deigned entry, but Private Jones was no longer available. Private Jones was. When he gave me a little grin and winked knowingly, my face turned beet red. Inside his room, Kevin motioned toward the bed and told me, “Sit down.” When I sat on the edge of the bed Kevin joined me. Joining me on the bed, Kevin started rubbing my crotch through my Levis. Again my heart pounding to beat the band, my mouth dry and I was both scared and excited at the same time. I was finally going to find out what it was like to have sex with another man. Stripping was kind of a blur but somehow. We both had older brothers, so we weren’t too surprised when we discovered how great it felt to jack off, and we did that (side by side) for years. Who really knows; if Paul was still alive, we may still be doing it together.Paul’s dick was slimmer than mine and had a slight, upward curve. Mine was fatter, but about the same length. Somewhere along the line, after Leo had explained the birds and bees to Mae and me, Paul and I made her little pussy the object of our pleasure. Eventually, big sis.