So there was this colonel who was appointed as new commander of a desert fort in the middle of nowhere. It took him a two-day camel ride from the neighbouring village to get there.
Once arrived, the quartermaster gave him a tour around the fort and concluded it "You know Sir, you've seen this is a very remote place. After a couple of months here without seeing a single woman, a certain... tension builds up in the men, and we need to get some relief.
"Sooo... usually we take this camel right here. We never talk a word about it but it's an open secret and the old colonel silently let it happen. I'd suggest you do the same, Sir."
The colonel, utterly appalled and disgusted, agrees to continue not interfering with the private usage of the camel. But he says to himself thst he will, of course, never make use of it himself.
Days pass, weeks turn into endless months, and after and half a year, the colonel is facing a certain... urge.
He sneaks into the stables, looks at the camel... but no, the horror! What a humiliating thought!
Although he manages to hold it for another two months, he finally gives in to his cravings, and has sex with the camel.
Right while he's in the middle of it, the quartermaster walks in, and is utterly shocked.
"What!", the colonel snaps at him, "you told me yourself that everybody here uses the camel as a relief!"
"Why yes, of course, Sir! But we normally just use the camel for the two-day ride into the village鈥攖hey have a whorehouse there."