He took it; wiped himself; and handed it back to me without a word. His concern for being viewed as a 'man', and not a 'fag', was all important to his... sense of self, and I understood that. To have thanked me, in his way of viewing things, would have placed him inside the 'faggot' category, and that was something he would never accept. So I thanked HIM, instead; even though he didn't acknowledge the reason for it.As he zipped up his jeans and redid his belt, we didn't say a word. Again, for him,. He had a pretty good idea what was bothering her.“What’s the matter, Betsy?” Gary asked while taking a seat on one of the weight benches.“I don’t know,” Betsy answered.“It’s him, isn’t it?”“Who?”“Sanders.”Betsy asked, “Why would you think that he’s on my mind?”“If I understand the situation correctly, you’re not comfortable with having him here.”“That’s not right,” Betsy said protesting a little too forcefully.“Let’s see. You’re a single young woman and he’s an available young man. You knew him. As inexperienced as I was sexually I did understand that the fact he was hard again so soon after cumming was a special gift. As we continue to kiss I opened his trousers and took his magnificent manhood in my small hand. We broke off our kissing and he guided me between his legs. He lifted them in the air, and understanding my role I took his shoes and socks off and then his trousers. then copying something I had seen on X hamster I pushed his knees back to his chest and knelt down. He was. We split into two lines outside the plane, officers in one and enlisted in another. Once we reached a large hanger the lines were split more. Myself and a dozen other officers moved to one side where a colonel was waiting.The others were sent across the landing field and the colonel looked at me and shook his head, "I have no idea what you did but I have orders."He gestured and turned to lead me to a curtained off area. A teenage Clar girl stood up beside a table. On the table was a missile and.