*After a long time lurking in this and other true(ish) story subreddits, I’ve decided to share some stories of my own. I’ve had a good couple of decades of sexual activity and I’ve got quite a few stories to share ranging over that time.*
*About me: I’m 37 years old, white with dark skin. 5’9″ and solidly built from years of spending time in the gym, but not so fanatically that I have no body fat because I still like pie. Suffice it to say I look good in clothes and I’m happy with how I look naked. In the equipment department, I’m nothing more than average all around.*
Back when I was 22, I deployed to Iraq with the Marine Corps for the first time to participate in the invasion. It was a rough time – a lot of gas alerts, sleeping in the dirt, staying up late watching the desert, being shot at, shooting at people…you know, the standard invading another country drill. It was a long deployment and by the time I got home, I was ready to let loose. On the way back, I managed to coordinate a trip to Vegas with some friends from home to spend a couple of days drinking and taking in the sights. The trip was everything I needed it to be, especially coming back from war. This story doesn’t take place then, however, but the trip was the catalyst to the events that follow.