The room we were in was big for a front room, but that is a relative distinction and the guy with the gun was less than a dozen feet from me. Even if ...e was impaired, this would be a hard shot to miss.So I improvised.My hand had been resting on the pool table when he yelled out, next to a bunch of loose billiard balls. I grabbed one and hurled it with all my might. As it was leaving my hand, I couldn't help but consider the irony that the ball I had thrown at the bald guy was the cue ball!While. 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 was in high demand, men with alternative sexualities are not liked among other men, especially not in groups. I had to cover my constantly erected manhood with a well-established reputation as a generally horny bastard and pussy hunter. That was easy.I met this guy, we can call him Bert, during my guard duties. He. Apparently my hesitation allowed Hailey the chance to speak first:"There's just one thing, Uncle James, before anything happens. I don't want anyone else to know about this, so will you promise not to tell anyone about whatever might go on between us?"Wow, her words caused my head to spin. She had obviously thought this through pretty thoroughly, which excited me to no end."Of course I promise, Hailey, but what about you? You won't even tell Rachel or your girlfriends?" I countered."I won't. The more sexually aroused Harry became, the more degradingly crude his talk became, calling Yvonne a whore, a cunt, a slut, a harlot, a bitch, and many other degrading names."You know that I'm really going to punish you for being such a filthy, immoral, little whore," he told her, savouring each degrading, belittling word that he addressed to her.Yvonne was busily licking and sucking on Harry's testicles, and so she merely gave a giggle at Harry's words as her tongue lapped up and down his.