Barracks Blasting
By Kirk Morgan
Larry rolled over on his rack and moaned. Jesus, the heat was stifling! The barracks windows were wide open, but the heat on Worm Island made that a non-event.
Larry had only been at the Naval Training Center for boot camp a couple of weeks, but no one had told him that the weather got this hot and humid in San Diego, even in summer. Now here he was, cooped up with thirty other guys, and no relief from the heat in sight.
Just thinking about all those hunky guys surrounding him made Larry's dick hard. He hadn't had the nerve to approach any of them yet, but he knew he'd have to get some relief before the thirteen-week training was over. For now, though, his hand would have to do. Larry's eyes followed the watch, Steve Preston, as he made his rounds, waiting for a safe moment.
Quietly, Larry moved his hand up to his crotch and began stroking slowly, feeling the surge in his cock as the sex began to flow. He imagined Steve and what they could do together, having a stroking good time.
Larry's strokes got faster and his breathing got deeper as he imagined the big piece of meat on Steve getting ready to spurt its creamy white load all over his chest.
Just as Larry was about to cum, a voice sounded in his ear. "All right, recruit," said Steve, "let's you just get out of that rack quiet and come with me!"
"Oh, shit!" Larry thought. "Now I'm in for it!" Jacking off was forbidden in the barracks, along with about fifty thousand other things. Something about "proper military discipline."
Larry got out of the rack and stood on the floor. A hand grabbed his prick and started pulling, hard. Larry grabbed at the hand on his meat, but was slapped back.
"Now, now, recruit," Steve warned, "you don't want the CC to find out about this, do you?" The thought of the Company Commander learning about his breaking the rules was enough to make Larry follow Steve's lead, all the way to the barracks showers, Steve leading Larry by the prick.
Once there, Steve put Larry at attention. "Now you just stand there quiet-like," Steve said, "while I clear some things out of the way." He left the showers.
Larry stood there, shivering, wondering what was going to happen now? Steve hadn't been pissed off or anything, but he couldn't be planning what was running through Larry's mind, could he?
Steve was back shortly, wearing his skivvies. "I told my relief I had to take a shower before hitting the rack," he whispered. "Now, let's you and me take care of our problems."
With that, Steve pulled down his skivvies, producing a huge boner. Larry gasped at the size of Steve's uncut dick, which was fully hard. His own cock snapped to attention at the sight. Steve reached down and grabbed Larry's cock again.
"You got a nice dick, recruit," he murmured. "I like a cut piece of meat." Grabbing Larry's prick, he added, "You like mine?"
"Oh, yeah!" replied Larry, taking Steve's massive pole in his own hand. Quietly, the men started slowly stroking each other, looking into each other's eyes. Suddenly, Steve leaned over and took Larry's tit in his mouth.
Larry gasped at the sudden warm wetness on his nipple, but he grabbed Steve's head with his free hand and pushed him into it. "Do it, man," he hissed.
Steve obeyed the command, nibbling and licking while he and Larry continued to stroke each other off. Larry could feel his orgasm threatening to overwhelm him, so he pulled Steve's head back and kissed him.
"Let's not take it too fast," he whispered. "I want this to last a while."
"You got it, stud," Steve answered, initiating a kiss of his own.
They stood there, stroking and kissing, their tongues exploring each other's mouths thoroughly. Larry felt Steve's hand patting his ass and the other stroking his head through a pleasant fog. Then it sank in. Steve was also stroking Larry's dick! Snapping out of his erotic feelings, Larry looked around.
The entire company was in the shower with him and Steve, all undressed and stroking. One of the men was patting Larry's and Steve's asses, his dick poking into Steve's hip.
"What the fuck?" Larry gasped.
"We just thought we'd join you," said the man, whose name was Edwards. "After all, you guys aren't the only ones who're horny."
Larry and Steve smiled at each other, then Larry grabbed Edwards' cock while Steve grabbed the cock of another guy, appropriately named Long.
That's all it took. Soon, thirty men were jacking each other off in the shower. Everywhere Larry looked, orgiastic expressions brought him a little closer to the edge. Finally, he couldn't stand it. His nuts tightened up inside his ballsac and the head of his dick started burning. His knees buckled under him as his cock contracted and exploded its contents all over Steve.
As if in answer, Steve shot all over Larry as he lay on the floor of the shower, his seed still pumping from his dick.
"That's a good idea," called one of the other guys as Steve lay down next to Larry and kissed him, grabbed his cock and kept stroking. Larry grabbed Steve's cock and started jacking him off, too.
Suddenly, another gob of cum landed on Steve. Both men looked up to see twenty-eight men standing in a circle around them, jacking off for all they were worth. The one cumming all over Steve was Edwards. Long was next to explode, this time on Larry. It seemed like hours later that the last man had cummed on Steve and Larry, who were now covered by a sea of sperm, still jacking each other's dicks.
Then Steve moaned and began spasming his cum all over himself. That was enough for Larry, whose cock felt like it was going to fall right off. It exploded instead. He came what felt like gallons of semen on himself and Steve.
They lay there, panting, covered in the cum of all thirty men. One of the other men turned on a shower, then another, then all the showers were on and every one of them was aimed at Larry and Steve, who reveled in the erotic feeling of the warm water washing away the cum on their bodies.
Finally, they looked up and discovered they were alone. They stood and soaped each other down, kissing and nuzzling each other until they were squeaky clean.
"Well, recruit," murmured Steve, "we're gonna have to do this again. Same time tomorrow night?"
"Sure," Larry grinned. "This time, I'm on watch."
Steve and Larry kissed one last time, toweled off, and went to their respective racks to get some rest.
No sooner had they lay down than the CC arrived and announced reveille. As the company got up and showered, Steve and Larry found themselves alone for a moment.
"Well," grinned Steve, "I guess it's true: there is no rest for the wicked."
Larry just smiled back. He was content to wait for tonight.