It was a Friday evening in late March 2019. My wife was halfway through her two-week overseas trip to visit her brother, and I had the house to myself (except for my cat). Earlier that week I’d texted Jamie to see if she was up for a visit to one of our local XXX theaters, a possibility we’d tossed back and forth since earlier in the year. She and I met the previous October, when a buddy of mine had arranged a gang bang as part of our group’s ongoing activities. Using Craigslist personals, our cadre of six to eight guys, aged 50-plus, had fucked close to a dozen women over the previous year. With that platform’s demise, activity was down considerably, but we’d had one great last party, with Jamie as the target. She’s in her mid-30s, a petite 5’1” and just slightly more than 120 pounds, a natural brunette with dyed-blonde streaks, a shaved pussy, and 34B tits. On that October 2018 Sunday afternoon, five of us guys (ranging in age from 53 to 67) worked her over for the better part of three hours. Every hole was violated multiple times, she had semen leaking out of both lower orifices (not to mention the multiple shots she’d taken down her throat), and her orgasms had easily surpassed the two-dozen mark. Driving her home later that day from the hotel room where we’d done our dirty work, Jamie insisted she’d had the time of her life.

Five months later, I contacted her to ask if she wanted to accept the offer I’d made on that drive home. Jamie returned my text midday Thursday, and I agreed to pick her up the following evening for a night of as much semi-public debauchery as she could handle. It turned out she’d just been released from jail that day, having served five days in the county lockup for failing to appear at a DUI hearing. Subsequently bailed out by a friend, she announced how horny she felt, clearly ready for some action.

She popped into my car wearing a black mesh see-through top (no bra), covered by a light zip-up jacket, plus a black micro-mini skirt (barely covering her ass) and ankle boots with four-inch heels. I asked what she was wearing underneath the skirt, and in reply she grabbed my hand and shoved it between her thighs. “Black crotchless panties. You like them?” she asked. Her pussy was silky smooth and already wet.

We drove over to Circus Cinemas, the XXX movie house in North Denver. The downstairs area is an adult store, featuring tons of videos for sale plus every possible type of sex toy you can imagine. Upstairs there are three theaters, each showing hardcore fuck films. One is devoted exclusively to gay porn, while the other two show a constantly rotating mix of professionally shot hetero porn drawn from studios like Brazzers, Vixen Video, etc. A few years ago, the owners had installed new fold-down stadium-type seats with armrests in between each. The theaters have seven or eight rows of five seats each, but the place rarely has more than 12-18 patrons at any one time.

I paid our $12 entry fee and we headed up the stairs. This place has CCTV with monitors in each theater, so it’s possible for customers to see who’s coming in and whether they’re heading for one of the movie theaters. Women don’t come here often, so the appearance of a female always draws considerable attention. Couples seem to fit into one of three stereotypical roles. Most are there for stimulation, so they come in, watch the screen for 20 or 30 minutes (some sit stoically while others might engage in some light petting), and then split, presumably to return home to fuck while the juices are still flowing. A smaller number are there to show off, gladly allowing those around them to watch-and-jerk while they engage in oral sex. We usually see the girl go down on the guy, suck him dry after a short spell, and then they leave.
The third group, by far the rarest, is where the woman is there to engage with random customers. This almost always involves her performing blow jobs on assorted guys, while her companion either (a) simply watches, (b) finger-fucks her at the same time, (c) either goes first or patiently awaits his turn, or (d) joins in. In all the times I’ve gone to CC, I’ve never seen any full-on intercourse – well, except for that one time a truck-driver type fucked a cross-dresser in his ass.

Jamie was clearly ready for us to be part of that third group. We slipped into Theater One, where she promptly led me down to the front row. Most of the action takes place in the darkened recesses of the back row, but it’s a cramped space. Jamie clearly preferred the front, where there were no obstacles for anyone to approach her. It was 7:30 on a Friday, but the place was pretty empty. I counted five guys in both theaters, and none of them seemed ready to hit on Jamie. She slipped her hand into my sweats –I’d worn sweatpants commando-style, anticipating the action to follow – while I reached over and started to play with her pussy. After about 15 minutes of this, and with no one coming forward she said, “Let’s get out of here and head over to Pleasures.” On our way out, she talked me into buying her a pint-sized vibrator from the bargain bin, which would come into play much later that evening.

West Colfax in Denver is an old Jewish neighborhood that is now mostly Hispanic. A fixture at King & Colfax is the old Act I & Act II porn house, which was bought out a few years ago by the folks who operate multiple Pleasures adult stores around town. They remodeled the place, which mostly involved splitting the two big theaters into five mini-ones, and thankfully solved the problem of the place always smelling like piss. It’s a pricier entry fee ($24 for a couple), and they’re adamant about two things, both of which were told to us several times while I waited for the cashier to hand over my change. No unaccompanied women – ever – and couples are required to stay together the whole time.

We walked through the entry door into a dark corridor lined with viewing booths. Another aspect of this place is the melding of an old-time porn theater with modern booths, each with its own video screen and hundreds of XXX movie options. Your ticket price includes unlimited viewing over a six-hour period, although I’ve never seen anyone’s ticket checked to see if they’re overstayed their welcome. There must be 40-50 booths in all; some have doors that lock on the inside, but most are fairly open. The hallways wind around in a way that you almost wish you’d brought some breadcrumbs to scatter so you can find your way out again. This place was far better attended, and Jamie certainly attracted a lot of attention as we worked our way toward the east side of the building and its multiple mini-theaters.

Each theater shows a different porn genre, and it’s marked on the doors so you know what to expect. Only one runs pure hetero porn, though, and that’s where we were headed. It’s the theater farthest from the entrance, with two rows of five padded theater seats WELL PAST their sell-by dates, plus fairly spacious aisles all around the block of seats. Jamie again led me to the front row, but this time we had plenty of company. The first guy, around Jamie’s age, wasted no time in unzipping his jeans and pulling out his semi-hard dick. She tugged on his trouser leg to urge him closer and immediately sucked him all the way into her mouth. Then she wrapped the fingers of her right hand around the base of his shaft while working her lips around the cock-head, meanwhile reaching over to me with her left hand and grabbing my wrist. She pushed my hand in between her spread-apart thighs, and I responded by shoving two fingers into her pussy and pressing my thumb against her clit.

This first guy lasted maybe three minutes and pulled out just as he was coming. Some of his semen landed on her outstretched tongue, but most got deposited on her chin. Before she had a chance to wipe it away, however, a much older guy (mid-50s?) jumped in front of her with his pants already down around his ankles. She went to work on him immediately. Meanwhile, I climbed down off my seat and knelt as close to her front as possible. Once she realized what I had in mind, she twisted toward me while pushing her companion over to the other side. This gave me much clearer access to her pussy, and I took full advantage. I did everything to her that she liked, with two fingers deep and up against her g-spot, my tongue flicking her clit and occasionally sucking on it hard between my lips, and pulling out my fingers to replace it with a rigid tongue. She loves to have her asshole worked as well, but with the narrow confines of the seating and the fact she was sucking off a guy who partially blocked my full access to her crotch, that was one maneuver that would need to wait until later.

Old Guy neatly shot his wad down her throat and got replaced right away by some hefty Hispanic dude. I kept eating and fingering her pussy, and she rode up against my face through three or four orgasms plus a total of four blow jobs to completion. My knees were getting sore, so I stood up just as Guy No. 4 (a chubby white guy in his 20s) blasted her face. At that Jamie was ready for a break, so I helped her up and scraped most of the jizz off her chin before feeding it to her. The crowd of guys, which had grown to about 15 from the time we’d started, let out a collective “Ooh.” She called out to the group, “Don’t go too far, boys. I’ll be back shortly.”

We found our way through the maze to one of the bathrooms, and I locked the door behind us as she sat down to take a pee. “Did you bring any condoms?” she asked. I admitted to be holding half a dozen, so she smiled and said, “Oh, good. Let’s go back and see who wants to fuck.” As we walked into the mini-theater to return to our seats, Jamie stopped short and confronted the same old guy who’d been her second oral customer. “You’re still here,” she stated rather than asked. “You got enough left to give me a good fuck?” He appeared speechless and could only nod, so she grabbed hold of his shirtfront and half-dragged him behind her as she made her way to the front row again. “Give him a rubber,” she instructed me, so I did and then went to lean against the side wall to watch what came next.

Jamie reversed herself and knelt on the sagging theater seat, halfway leaning over the back while spreading her legs. Old Guy dropped his drawers to display a reasonably erect dick, tore open the condom wrapper and expertly slipped it on. He leaned up against Jamie, trying to find the proper height to allow him entry. Meanwhile she reached down between her legs and helped guide him into her pussy. There was a bit of confusion and halfhearted thrusts as they tried to work out between them who was going to do what. But they eventually fell into a satisfactory rhythm, and Old Guy gave her everything he had. The room was quiet except for the XXX video playing up on the big screen, so it was possible to hear clearly the guys grunts as he thrust forward, the slap of his thighs on her ass, and the moans coming from her mouth as she rubbed her clit while getting fucked.

At this point the room was pretty full of guys. Most of them had their dicks out and were stroking them. Off in one corner I noticed, for the first time, two fairly hefty cross-dressers who were clearly T-gurls, complete with breasts on display by their low-cut outfits. The smaller one was on his knees, sucking some skinny guy’s cock. Meanwhile the larger one – at least 6-4, 275 – pushed away a couple of guys who were standing in the row behind Jamie. I later learned s/he went by the name of Brittany, since as we were leaving an hour or so later, Jamie made a point of collecting a phone number. Anyway, Brittany stood right in front of Jamie as she was getting fucked, waited a beat or two to size up the situation, and then moved those feminine garments aside to reveal a massively thick cock. Without saying a word or waiting for Jamie’s reaction, s/he pulled Jamie’s head forward with one hand while guiding that dick between her lips with the other. The sight of her choking on that monster may have been too much for Old Guy, because he quickly finished up inside her and withdrew.

Jamie forced her way off that cock and asked Brittany to fuck her. S/he grunted by way of reply and went to the front of the room. I offered up a condom as s/he passed by, only to be told in a high, lispy voice, “No thanks, I’ve got my own.” Brittany ripped open a Magnum, worked the latex over the massive cock-head and down the impressively thick shaft, and took Jamie fairly brutally. S/he grabbed Jamie’s buttocks and lifted her up off into the air, which was the only way Brittany could achieve full penetration without kneeling on the floor; that’s how much of a height difference there was between them. This repositioning forced Jamie’s head down to the bottom of the seat, her face plastered against the faux-velvet-covered seat back. Brittany pounded her mercilessly for at least 40 or 50 strokes before letting out a most unladylike bellow and freezing in place while “her” cock pulsed inside Jamie’s pussy. After withdrawing, Brittany spun Jamie around and stuck that jizz-covered dick into her mouth. Jamie calmly licked it clean and then tilted her head back so she could drain the cum from the used condom she’d grabbed out of Brittany’s hand and suspended up above her face. Those still assembled (literally) gave her a standing ovation.

As all good actors know when it’s time to leave the stage, Jamie decided the conclusion of her encounter with Brittany was the perfect exit line. She stood up, somewhat shakily it seemed, pointed to the jacket she’d shed so that I knew to grab it, and then took my hand as we made our way out of the theater. Knowing I hadn’t gotten much of Jamie’s attention so far, although I’d enjoyed the show immensely and was proud to have used my oral skills to make her cum multiple times, as we headed toward my car she said, “Let’s go back to your place and try out some of those toys you told me about. I can’t wait to run my new vibrator over my clit, and my ass needs some serious Zac-attention.” But the rest of the evening’s activities will have to wait for another time to be told.

When i was looking on motherless i saw a really beautiful picture of a t.v, it was not so much the cock but the shape of the body and the face. Also i have been getting bored of the same old porn day in day out so i decided to look at some t.v porn for the 1st time. i have never watched it before because i see myself as not being gay and would never of thought i would have liked it. But i was kind of amazed by how feminine and beautiful some of them looked and when they came she sounded just like a woman. I then decided to look on a adult escort site at some profiles, but unfortunately the ones in my area were not very attractive, now i am looking for one who is bit more feminine.
i don't know if i would ever go through with it but it gives me a thrill thinking about it. I would probably turn up at the place and freak out when i saw them naked and another penis.

I confess that 4 years ago I had my first and only gay experience with my best friend.

In the spring of 2010 I was ending my 4 year contract with the Military and was on my way home. I had a long drive of about 20 from North Carolina to my home in the Mid-West. Along the way home I stopped at my best friends house and stayed with him and his family for about a week, he lived about 4-5hrs away from my home city and was on the way. We served in the same unit and had deployed twice together, he got out a few months before me in January. On paper we never would have been friends; I'm a geeky city boy and an introvert to boot and he is a former jock from the country who was a very outgoing person. But that stuff doesn't really matter when you go through the same bs training and deploy together.

Since he had only been a civilian for a few months he was staying at his parents house but we had the home to ourselves since they were on a cruise in the Mediterranean for their 2nd honeymoon. Two days before I left to go back home we went out to a line dancing Country bar. We drank beer and took shots, he dragged me out on the floor to do some line dancing with some chicks, played some pool, and some drunk douche started a fight with him so we ended up in a minor bar brawl. Nothing too bad, luckily the dude and his friend were too drunk to really fight. We left the bar and luckily mad it home without getting a DUI or worse. His parents had a hot tub outside on their deck and he wanted to go out there and chill for a bit. We stripped down to our underwear and got in the tub, we were in there for about 10 min before our underwear was annoying us and we took it off. Now I was really drunk and the bubbles felt great on my ass and I got hard, thinking that he wouldn't notice I tried to subtly play with my semi hard cock. Since I was drunk it wasn't as subtle as I thought and he noticed pretty quickly. I tried to play it off and he pretty much said "fuck it I'm hard too and it's not gay if we don't touch each other". Neither of us had ever watched another guy jack off before and it was strangely arousing. It was also interesting to see that we were about he same size at roughly 7", I think that I was a little bigger but it wasn't by much. So were sitting there beating off together and apparently I was staring a little too intensely cause he asked if I wanted to touch his cock. I nodded and quietly said yes as I reached out and enclosed my hand around his hard cock. It was strange holding another mans cock and it made me even harder than I already was. He closed his eyes and leaned back as I stroked his cock and mine. I have to admit that his cock had started to make my mouth water a bit and I wanted to try sucking it. After a bit he lit a cigarette said that he can't get off this way and said that his old GF had the same problem and would just suck him off. I took the hint and hesitantly lowered my head down and took him in my mouth. His cock tasted salty and I started to suck him. It's surprisingly hard to suck a cock without using my teeth or gagging but I did my best. Having his cock in my mouth really got me hard and I shot off one of my biggest and most intense loads that night. Now with both hands free I was able to cup his balls as I imitated the way my old GF would stroke my shaft while she had the tip of my cock in her mouth. Before long I noticed that his cock got bigger and started to twitch a bit, I pulled off his dick just in time and he shot his load off in the air. My loads usually only go a few inches or maybe a foot for the big ones, but fuck his went like 3-4 feet. His first rope flew out of the hot tub, the second hit the wall, then the rest went in the water. I gotta admit that I'm jealous and wish that I could cum with loads like that. After that we just chilled in the tub and smoked a cigarette, no words were spoken as we were both kinda weirded out by it. I think that the problem was that we both enjoyed it too much or something. After our smokes we both climbed out and went inside, he went to his room and I crashed on the couch. I jerked off again into my sock and passed out. The next day and everyday since we have never spoken about what happened.

Lately I have been thinking about it more and more and have wanted to try sucking another cock again but I just can't bring myself to do it. The problem is that I can't get over how gross us men are, with our muscles or fat, the hair, BO, and just everything manly. I love the idea of playing with another cock but I guess that I'll just have to wait until I can find a glory hole or the ever elusive pre-op functioning feminine transsexual.

Ok, I'm cool with fucking a feminine guy in the ass or getting sucked off. Hell I've taking the time to go out with more than one boy that looked good in a skirt, but I have my limits.

Some of the guy on guy vids I see on here are a bit too gay for my liking. Don't get me wrong, I've fapped a fair share and fantasized to the fella on fella content here. I just have to draw my line right around jizz sticky facial hair.

I'm not condemning it or anything. if you're down, then have at it. I just find that fine line of whether or not I'm into it lies somewhere between my thinking "C'mere boy" and "Can I help you, sir?" just saying.

It's the same with girls, less hair is a plus for me, but I'm definitely into thick and chubby girls in a way that I just couldn't get into with a guy. Slim and slender boys please, with a side of thick and busty women.

Yeah yeah I know, I'm a fag. I said it first, I fuck male butts.

And ya know what? It rocks.

I've been with guys and girls. Not a single bitch boy of mine has ever told to me stop, or that I'm being too rough or whatever other reason to call the game.

I've never been let down when I'm getting some sweet boy ass, and a dirty secret those big corporations don't want you to know? Guys give way better head.

Damn, what a catch 22. Girls are pretty and damn sure carry a set of titties better, but a sweet eager to please girly boy is always the better lay.

What a world. Oh well. Don't know if you can relate, just keep it about the sweet sensation of busting a nut.

The title of this confession is going to sound fake and weird, but It's the truth, and I need to get it off my chest -

I'm fucking my furfag emo cousin.

Did that make anyone laugh? Well, I'll tell the story anyway.

I've always believed myself heterosexual, and I believe I might still be, but obviously after you start fucking a guy you begin to question that... obviously...

Despite loving girls, being around them, appreciated them for their sexiness and their feminine personality traits, I've always felt like my cousin has been on my mind in some way. Connected to me.

I'm an only child and so is he, and we were supposed to act like brothers, but I've never viewed him that way. I kind of viewed him in the same way you'd view a damsel in distress. He's only a small guy. He's currently 19, 5ft 5 and 110lbs max, and makes me, standing 6ft 1, 160lbs look huge by comparison.

If It wasn't for me he'd have had the shit kicked out of him so badly in middle school. I felt apathetic towards him a lot of the time until I saw he was in danger then I felt the need to step in and say "he's my fucking cousin, touch him and you die".

He's always confided in me, and always wanted my approval, my affection, much more than his parents.

I always felt the need to ride my dick passed his house everyday, just to check up on him, despite again not feeling like he was my brother. And sometimes I just enjoyed watching him. He told me about him being gay before anyone else, and was always ridiculously open with me, so much it made me laugh sometimes.

But one day he told me he was something called a furfag, and the name made me laugh at first, but he showed me loads of drawings he made of animals loving each other, and it started to creep me out when I saw some of them were fucking, but I was equally intruiged.

For my 23rd birthday, he told me he had a gift from the heart that he had to deliver in person, and told me his life was dependent on my loving the gift... he's always been quite a dramatic person.

The picture was of two characters, that looked like wolves that somewhat resembled humans. One wolf was significantly bigger than the other wolf, and they were fucking each other. Both were male. I stared at the photo for about a minute not knowing how to feel, until I realised it was basically how we saw me and him.

I felt like I'd just been hit by a train, but It felt like it made sense. But Why? I'm not, to my knowledge, gay. I love women. I've never looked at another male in a sexual or passionate way.

All I think about now is being with him and fucking him. I can't stand being without him.

This is fucking with my brain so badly. Help?

i confess, i've just jerked off to gay porn for the first time in my life.
before i wouldn't hav been able to get it up from watching two guys fuck.
but i've had a bit of a sexual awakening over the last few years and i'd really like to try a few things i've never dared to try.
obviously i can't call myself 100% straight, but i've noticed the gay guys i WOULD fuck are more the feminine hairless type, the girlier the better. and i'd definetely be a top, not a bottom.

Need advice

My GF and I have been dating for 2 yrs and living together for the last 6 months. She is 24 I'm 27. We met through work she was an assistant manager for a retail store and I was manager. We worked at 2 different locations 500 miles apart. We talked on the phone about a dozen times ,strictly work, about some policies her store was implementing that my store had already gone through. We finally met at a training seminar and really hit it off. We started talking online and texting. After a few months I I flew down to her place and we hung out for about a week.

She would always ask me weird questions kind of randomly but it never made me think anything was weird or wrong it just kind of went with her personality. I flew in and she picked me up from the airport and we went back to her place. She seemed nervous and was making super random small talk. At this point we had never kissed other than when I told her bye at the seminar and it was a nothing more than a plain kiss on the lips. We got to her apartment and grabbed her waist and kissed her and it was amazing. We started making and I figured we are going to go ahead and have sex when we suddenly stopped and she ran to her and closed the door.

She locked the door and I could hear her crying. I asked her what was wrong and she told me she needed to tell me something. I thought maybe she had a bf or something alomg those lines. When she calmed down she told me she was a VIrgin. It was kind of shocking because she is pretty progressive and open minded but I didn't think it was that big of deal. I told her it was ok and that we could slow down until she was comfortable. She said she really wanted me to be her first but that she needed to tell me something else. There was a long pause then she blurted out I'm a Transexual. I'd worked for a large national retail chain all through college and at this point almost 7 years so I knew plenty of TS women some were obvious others not so much. He was the most shocked I'd ever been in my life. This woman had no traces of masculinity. At the seminar we hung out by the pool for 2 days and she worea bikini and I never once noticed any bulge. I told her it was ok and asked her to come out. She asked if I was mad and I said no. She told me her story and how that she was beat up pretty bad her freshman yr of college because she didn't know how to tell a guy. He broke her jaw,her nose and put her in the hospital for a week. He got off with community service and his record cleared because of no priors and the hick judge blamed her for tricking him.

Anyways outside of her family that was the last person she purposely told. She moved back after that.anyways we didn't have sex that day but the next day we did and it was wonderful. This may sound kind of gay but we really connected on another level. It was more than sex. The week was great we had sex only once more but we really connected. After 6 months I transferred to a store about an hour from hers to be the General manager. I got a good pay raise and We saw each other every day. She went back to school and just graduated with her Masters. We moved in together 6 months ago when moved closer to my hometown. I got a new job,not in retail,and she got a new job not in retail.

Not sure why I wrote all that to ask this question. I bought an engagement ring month ago and plan on proposing this weekend. Nobody in my family knows about her and she has always said that she never wants anyone to know. She still has a penis and has no plans of ever going all the way with surgery. So last night at dinner we were talking and she says she thinks if we get married ,no idea about the ring, we should tell my family, at least my parents, that she is transgendered. I almost threw up at the table.

Anyways am I being selfish not wanting anybody else to know? She's been on hormones since she hit puberty and has feminine body. This is making me rethink everything. I wonder if I even love her if i'm not willing to tell my parents.

I'm a happily married man to a beautiful woman, but I confess I have a hunger for sexy transgenders. Ones that when you see them in public you would never guess they had a penis. I'm not secretly gay. I have no attraction towards the male body, but a gorgeous feminine form that just happens to have a penis really makes me crazy. I've only been with one. She claimed to be a hermaphrodite. Something about being a twin but the zygotes fused and she has a dick and balls because of it. I sucked her cock and swallowed her cum (which was very thin and watery compared to mine because her condition renders her able to produce semen but not sperm). We fucked each other and came all over one another. Then I went home and fucked my wife (only my gf at the time).

I get off to transexuals and bone them.

I don't think I'm gay, though, I just get off to feminine looking guys.

Am I gay, motherless?

So I was at In n out to day and I went to use the bathroom. So I go into the stall and the guy in the handicap stall next to the one I was in, sticks his leg under the wall and rubs his leg on my leg. I jumped up and was like WHAT THE FUCK MAN!!! and what i hear back was "hey man would you like a go". Now I'm not gay at all and the bathroom was not even empty. I was really weirded out, so i got up and left.

Now I would have just dismissed it as a one time thing but 5 other men have come on to me and 2 have flat out asked me for sex. They have all been on the feminine side and like 90-115 pounds. I'm beginning to think I look like a gay top and its starting to piss me off as only like 2-3 girls will make a pass at me in a week, but now 6 guys have made a pass at me this week. That really fucking sucks!

Now I have some thing to ask the gay and bi guys out there do you guys just hit on all guys you like or to you only go after the ones you think are in to it. Also I would like to make it clear I do not dislike gay men its just not my thing.

Civilians (most of them) think that soldiers in the US Military are all buff and masculine and ready to die for their country.

I've been in the US Navy for 11 years and I have to confess to you guys...the Navy is really gay. I don't know how many times I've been stationed in different countries where there's easily places you could bang a few chicks every night yet a large majority of the crew end up either going to places that have trannies or they end up fucking each other.
One of the officers I knew had a wife and three kids yet when we were stationed out in Japan, he had gay sex with a bunch of male prostitutes (though in his defense, the male prostitutes in Japan are quite feminine. Very slim and submissive)
Another one of my buddies from Texas who was raised in a very religious home ended up blowing a few of the crew in the upper decks at night during watch while we were out at sea. I thought he was going to get harassed because everyone found out about this but to my surprise, no one cared. Hell, some of them even went up to him during watch and asked for a blowjob.

Also, some of the officers have really, really weird ways of conducting punishments. One of my officers had this little nerdy kid stand up and jerk off in the hallway for an entire night as a punishment (forgot what he did) - and we all just walked past him while he jerked off. If you even did anything as much as crack a smile, the officer would have you also stand in the hallway and jerk off along side the guy.

Don't get it wrong, though, I don't hate gays. It's just I find it funny that the government actually had that whole "Don't Ask, Don't Tell" policy all the while a large group of their soldiers are gay as hell.