‘I don’t know, this has never happened before… not in this situation’ His eyes were big with apology. He removed his hand from his now relaxed...crotch. ‘Oh yes? Well, in what other situation does this happen, Mr Fields?’ they sat there, the question hanging in the air, Henry turned red and flexed his hands, and realisation struck her, she was beyond embarrassed, ‘oh.’. He felt his trouser stir again, he always fantasised about having sex when he was alone and touching himself, but never with. “Any day but Thursday, you can go over there, pull your dick out, stick it in the hole in the barrel, and get a free blowjob!” he’s told.“What happens on Thursdays?” the kid asks.“That’s your day in the barrel!”Bravo Three’s day in the barrel happened on the last Saturday of May, the 27th. You don’t get weekends off in Iraq. Well, you probably do at Camp Victory, but that was almost a world away from Route Indigo. We were lucky to get meals and sleep. If you weren’t on defensive over-watch, you. When it came to picking up women at a party or in a bar, I usually failed miserably when I tried. Not that I tried that often. I was scared of rejection, even from a stranger. Or maybe I was scared of being teased by my friends. Or having her friends laugh at me when I was walking away with my tail between my legs. I guess it was about two or three years ago, when I was in my mid-twenties, that I came to the conclusion that being rejected wasn’t a big deal. Sure, my pride would take a hit, but. 'How old were you'? I looked at my husbands friend, 'The first time', I paused for a moment, as if thinking back, 'probably about 14', slight pause, 'yes, just before my 15th birthday', I concluded, satisfied with my final answer.That excited him, 'Really, fuck', he retorted, 'Fuck I bet you gave him a heart attack'?I smiled, before answering the obvious, 'No his heart was fine, but his cock was hard', and at that I turned and walked out of the room, mentioning I was an early 'Flasher', and.