“You know why I can’t stay here,” he said.”I know,” I said. Gay sex Jack told me it was fine, and he offered another beer. The second round wasn’t as hard, but when he called me Commander mid-fuck, I came. He told me about his gay experiences, some positive, some less so. “Bob, I’ve decided to take an opportunity in San Diego,” he told me one day. Often, when I’m drunk, I can lose a hard on. And it just came out. It turned Jack on, too. It was. Particularly when I replied, “Have at it, Lieutenant.”Jack got a horny, happy grin and started fumbling with my jeans. Jack felt me out and admitted he was into light BDSM. I asked Jack one day if I could just hold him after sex. He was stoic as hell. I was tipsy when the man two seats down from me nodded in a friendly hello kind of way. “Tough night?” he asked. I felt seen, but something about his demeanor was respectful but friendly. He looked up, those hazel eyes showing clear lust. About Carol and her cancer, and how I was barely holding it together for the boys, and how the Navy had policies to help officers with family issues, but I still had my fucking
