Tony turned over. It was 8 o'clock in the morning. He sat up adruptly. He had missed formation. Then he sighed. Around him in beds were others sleeping. It was Sunday morning.
No formations, no rushed showers, no yelling Sargeants, no morning runs, no sloppy eggs, no hours ahead of training, lectures, marching.
He stretched and yawned loudly.
"Shhh" Crowley in the bed next to him hushed him. "Cool it" he said.
Tony shrugged and looked over to respond. Crowly was laying back on his bed. The sheets covered his body though his bare torso was visable down to his crotch. And the obvious erection tented it below that line.
"Looks like you got a problem there" Tony whispered. His own morning erection hidden under the scratchy blanket begged for relief as well.
"Sundays. We take turns. It's Sacret's turn this week" Crowley said "Lay back and wait, if you want one, just do what I do" he said throwing his arms behind his head and closing his eyes. "But you gotta close your eyes"
Tony lay back down with his head turned towards his bed neighbor. He closed his eyes almost shut and waited for what he didn't know.
He had been here only two weeks now. Last weekend he escaped to town, so this was the first weekend on base. The transfer from the hot humid Texas base was welcomed. But the sight of the old buildings and barracks, disappointed him.
At other bases he had served in, Tony shared a room with three other soldiers. The large barracks were only used in basic training. But he had a rude awakening at this base.
The showers were still gang showers, so the secret joy of seeing all his buddies naked every morning didn't change, nor the morning erections that were enevitable, the semi or total nude guys at the sinks or wandering around the barracks. He kept his joy private. Nobody wanted to be kicked out, especially for being gay.
And Tony was gay. He knew that in high school, knew that during that summer after graduation when he was introduced to man sex and knew it still. There had already been closeted weekends in motels, bars and occasional college campuses.
He had already begun to explore the nearby city for places he could go without fear of being recognized as a soldier. His close cut haircut was considered trendy so that wouldn't give him away. He perchance for kneeling naked and saying YES SIR loudly might be a hint, but usually in those scenes all that was important was his being submissive.
Sacret was a tall, blonde somewhat beefy soldier. Tony had seen him often as well as the other 18 people in his barracks. He had noted the boys beefy buttocks and the tattoo of a devil on one cheek. His chest was thick as were his arms.
He saw him now apporaching Crowley's bed wearing only a towel. He didn't speak as he peeled the sheet off Crowley's erection. He licked his hands and then began to jack Crowley's cock. Crowley kept his eyes closed and muffled some moaning.
Tony felt his own cock throb at the sight of his barracks buddies. Crowly had made the usual sex jokes, slandered faggots and women. He wasn't being malicious but acting like most of the macho soldiers Tony had known in the past.
Now he savored the attentions of Sacret's hands.
As for Sacret, it was obvious he knew what he was doing, alternating holds, hands, strokes, cockhead rubbing and just about everything except sucking the cock. Each movement made Crowley wince or moan. And it was obvious Sacret knew it.
When Crowley came, his spurts shot high in the air. Sacret didn't stop until Crowley's cock was finished and he reacted to the continued handjob.
Tony remembered what Crowley said. He turned on his back and folded the blanket down. Closing his eyes, he reached to hold the bed's metal headboard and waited for his turn.
He was going to like this new base and these old barracks...especially on Sundays.