Back in the 90s I took a cruise from San Diego to ensenada Mexico and I went into a little dark bar there and met some navy guys who were drinking and having a good time.
I walked in wearing skimpy swim trunks and a tight t shirt. The sailors in there, who I later identified as Shawn Ryan, Jocko Willink and Don Shipley invited me in and then told the bartender to lock the door.
After a few shots and a few lines I was being spit roasted and pile driven by each one of these naval nutknockers. These deepdickers were wild and horned up and slammed my cheeks until 5am. Raw, no loads refused, wet and wild just like I liked it then.
Colonel Corvallus Cumdump
