Trevor had mentally recorded his fellow soldier, Marty's body. In the barracks environment it was easy to do. But he still had to exercise discretion.
If anyone, even Marty, knew he was lusting after fellow soldiers, Trevor might be reported as gay or beaten up in the anonymity of darkness.
So he glanced s he could in the shower, latrine and barracks. It was easy. Guys were forced to strip, shower, dry and adjust in public. A few of em were obviously embarassed or modest while others didn't seem to care.
Trevor noted that several stripped naked to sleep. He saw them arise in the early mornings with boners too.
Marty was one of the less modest ones. He had brothers at home, Trevor knew from various conversations. Trevor envied him.
Trevor lay on his bunk reading, his eyes popped wide when Marty stood totally naked standing and talking to his bunk mate. He held a towel, apparently on the way to the shower.
Trevor made mental plans to grab his own towel and follow him. But Marty stretched and turned around. Their eyes met and Marty winked. He knew.
Trevor turned onto his back lifting the book over him attempting to read and not knowing what to do.
Over the next few days, he avoided looking at Marty. He even avoided going into the shower room full of wet enticing naked bodies if Marty was there.
The days of duty came and went and the weekend found the barracks empty thanks to three day passes. Trevor remained in camp. He went to the local movie house, swam in the pool at the gym and slept.
Saturday night was quiet. He retrieved the key from the company office to open the barracks door which was locked due to everyone being off base.
Stripping naked himself, he walked around the dark barracks. He wished he could be as casual as Marty and others were. But the fear of getting excited, of revealing his interest in the others and his closeted desires kept him modest.
He stared out the window at the darkened area. Trevor's hand rested on his available penis to play and stroke it to hardness. He knew he'd be on his bunk jacking until his after orgasm sleep overtook him.
Trevor froze when he heard the snoring. He thought he was alone. Peering into the darkness to let his pupils adjust, the mound of Army blankets told him he wasn't alone after all.
Marty was there, sleeping and snoring. Trevor's cock hardened. He couldn't help it. He was alone and naked in the darkness with the object of his hidden lust.
He watched the mound seeing it move as the sleeping Marty turned over. His arm flung the blanket back. As usual he was naked and the moonlight revealed his skin.
Trevor moved closer. He jacked his cock. Marty wouldn't know, he thought. His cupped hand would soon be full of the sperm the sleeping soldier inspired.
Then the mn moved from the bunk and stumbled towards the latrine. As if he didn't know Trevor stood in the shadows holding the object hardened by desire, Marty moved away and returned to lay back on his bunk.
Instead of burying himself under the blankets, he lay naked in full view on top of the bunk.
Trevor waited for the signs of sleep, the deep regular breathing and the snoring. Eventually both filled his ears again.
Trevor moved closer. Looking at the light and shadows that made artistic geometric shapes on the naked body. He gently played with his ballsac and still hard cock.
Nobody would know, Trevor thought. He reached out and touched the meaty penis that lay on Marty's stomach. It wasn't hard. He encircled it with his hand. The excitement ran thought him like electricity.
Trevor's own cock begged for attention and he stroked it absent mindedly. His other hand began to stroke the sleeping soldier's cock too. He stopped suddenly when Marty snorted and adjusted on the bed.
When Trevor touched the cock again, it was obviously harder. Perhaps his hand was giving Marty sex dreams he tought.
He bent forward and kissed the meat, then with the tip of his tongue ran from the base to the tip. Marty's cock was rock hard now.
It rose off his body stiff and pointing at Trevor. He made sure Marty was still breathing deep. As he waited the snoring returned as well.
Trevor moved closer and let the cock rest on his toungue. He imagined he was naked in front of all the men in the barracks. He would kneel naked and submissive in front of the naked Marty.
While they watched, he would take the man's cock in his mouth and do whatever he could to please him, to make him moan, to entice his body to spit it's admiring sperm down his throat.
There was no stopping now. Even if Marty suddenly awoke and curse him, Trevor was a cocksucking fag. His cock was throbbing in his hand.
The grunts and moaning filled his ears. The cum shot onto his tongue and dribbled down his throat. He licked the last drops off the tip of the softening meat.
Trevor's body exploded shooting his own sperm into his hand and on the floor. He wiped it with his hand and crept back to his bunk.
It was hard to sleep as Trevor imagined what would happen the following week. If Marty was pretending to sleep, he knew there was a queer in the barracks and tell everyone. Trever knew he'd be kicked out of the Army if not the barracks first.
His thoughts included being tied to his bunk and raped by the entire group of soldiers. His cock hardened as thoughts expanded to his being delegated as the barracks bitch. Servicing all of them in the shower, at night or being taken to the nearby town's motel where he would be kept naked and tied up in a room. He jacked his cock until his body screamed for relief.
"You ok?" the deep voice came through the darkness. His body had exploded and cum was everywhere. Trevor was just catching his breath when he heard the voice.
"Uh yea, just got carried away" He muttered covering his spent cock with the blanket.
"I get that way too. Hell, I would have tonight. I didn't know you were here too." Marty said.
Trevor muttered something looking towards Marty. His naked form was standing next to his bunk.
"And fortunatley I didn't have to thanks to you" he patted Trevor's bare shoulder. "You around all weekend?"
"Uh yea couldn't afford to go anywhere" Trevor said trying to avoid the subject.
"Me too. We better go shower off after all that" Marty said
Trevor's head became numb with what the object of his lust was saying. He looked over to see Marty crouched now. Even in the darkness he saw the smile.
"It's ok, we are the only ones here" Marty said resting his hand on Trevor's chest. "And it's our secret...always has been" he said.
Trevor stood up. He was naked in front of a naked Marty. He touched the man. Marty didn't flinch. His hands moved over the chest and stomach, the guys crotch still moist with salava and sperm.
"We have till Monday" Marty said reaching for Trevor's hand.
They walked past the empty bunks towards the latrine. In the darkness they bathed under the hot spray until their hands, bodies, lips and tongues were full of each other.
They were grateful for the three day pass.