The Barracks

Jacking off. My bunk mates never said a word. My sheets as were all of ours, so cum stained. Once a week we turned them in. I could hear my mate jacking off at night. His hand rustling in his hairy groin. I would silently . Join him. We never spoke of it in the morn.

The latrine had a gang shower. The toilets had no doors. night in the shower a guy came in the shower. He was covered in hair. I got a woody immediately. I can remember to this day, his hairy body, his furry back and ass. I grabbed my towel and retreated to the toilets and beat my meat. What a walking wet dream. Still, the memory gives me an erection.

Yep, those were the days of males confident with their bodies. Not like today with all the modest girlie boys.