įor a short while when I decided to go to the mens room, the movie was not very good, too much story and besides that it was straight. Sure enough it was a porn film and the audience were all men with quite a few of our guys off the ship there, all in uniform of course so we stood out. None of us spoke French so I couldn't see the point but apparently all French films were explicit sex movies so off we went. The next port of call was in France and I was with a few messmates having a drink in a bar opposite a cinema when someone suggested going to the pictures. Some of the memories of the night before returned later that day and I had an excellent wank thinking about it. Anyway, I was given the benefit of the doubt and my buddy was told not to tell anyone. When I was questioned I had a massive hangover and actually couldn't remember much about the night before so there was no need to lie when I told them I didn't know what my buddy was talking about. Luckily for me there was a reporter for a national newspaper onboard our ship and since gay sex acts were a very serious crime in the navy everyone wanted to keep it quiet. He reported me the next day and I was confined to the ship while enquiries were made. I had been caught by my 'buddy' giving another guy a blow job, he had watched as a massive load of cum was pumped into my mouth with me unaware that he was even there, even though he was just feet away.
I wrote a little while ago about my first sex experience with guys and about how I got caught, this letter is about the next experience I had and it happened about 5 or 6 weeks later.