On Shift.
"Hey! Davy! Davy! Get up!" I got shaken roughly as the voice became more urgent. "Get up. It's your shift."
"Alright," I said, moaning. Waking up at Zero Dark Stupid for radio watch was not much fun. Of course, listening to the teaming rain outside, sentry duty would be worse. I sat up, but still encased in my mummy sleeping bag. The worst part would be getting dressed. I held my breath and waited for the shock of the cold April air to hit my chest. Groping around, I grabbed my t-shit and tried to put it on while untangling my dog tags at the same time. I pulled on my pants and threw on my combat shirt, but didn't bother buttoning it up. I pulled on my combat boots, not lacing them either, slapped on my hat, put on my coat, and unzipped the tent. I crawled out into the rain, taking my rifle with me. After I closed the tent back up, I set off for the command post with my rifle in one hand and my wet webbing in the other.
At the CP, I dropped my webbing and rifle in the designated spot and knocked on the door a couple of times. I turned the handle, opened the door, climbed the steps, and went into the dark box. The radio van was a big box on a truck chassis. I closed the door behind me and the blackout lights came back on automatically. I blinked in the sudden light.
"Took you long enough," said Pete. Pete was one of the other signallers. He was sitting, or more accurately sprawled, in the jump seat wearing just a t-shirt that showed off his huge pecs and biceps. Pete was a gym freak even among guys who keep themselves fit. "Nothing's going on at all. The radio's dead. Instructions are on the wall. I'm outa here." Pete started to get dressed.
I sat down beside Lieutenant Moore, the Duty Officer, who was engrossed in a porno mag, on the bench seat, which was the only space left. The box was a tiny, crowded prison cell. I picked up the radio log and flipped through it; there was nothing but the minimum of routine traffic. I was expecting little else.
Once Pete was gone, I took his place on the jump seat and started pulling off my coat and combat shirt. The two of them had the crew heater going full blast against the cold rainy weather and the box was more like a sweat box. I bent over to finish lacing my boots, checking out the officer on the sly. He was a good looking guy in his early 20's, wearing a t-shirt combat pants and boots. He was completely absorbed in his porno mag and his boner was pretty obvious through the loose combat pants. He must be wearing boxers, I thought. Moore was tall, maybe 6'2", thin, and very fair and blond, with deep blue eyes. Despite his thin frame, he was pretty muscular and he obviously worked out. A stud.
I was just turned 20, 5'9", brown hair, brown eyes, fair skin. I was in pretty good shape from playing on the squadron hockey team all winter. We were pretty competitive and practiced hard. The finals were due to start in a week. I settled into a comfortable position and waited. And waited. I knew that there would be no important radio traffic tonight. Yesterday morning had been a big defensive battle to finish off the first part of the exercise we were all on, this afternoon was maintenance, tonight was supposed to be a chance for everyone to catch up on some sleep before the offensive phase started tomorrow. There was deathly quiet on the net.
"Here." Moore handed me the porno he was reading and picked up another from the pile on the desk. I started idly flipping through it. It was a raunchy one, with lots of fuck pictures, so I looked at all the cocks.
I looked at Moore again from the corner of my eye. His hand was on his crotch, rubbing it, but trying to be inconspicuous at the same time. He wasn't fooling me.
"Christ, I'm horny," he exclaimed. "If it wasn't fucking raining, I'd go outside and jack off."
"Go right ahead, Sir," I stated flatly. "You know that signallers have a code of silence."
"Like hell you do," Moore retorted. "But it looks like you need to jack off too." I was sprawled out with my legs wide open and my 7" dick was indeed partly hard from checking out the hot guy in front of me. Combat pants aren't very good at hiding that sort of thing.
So I stuck my hand down my pants and stroked myself. "I was having some good dreams, Sir." I said straight facedly, but looking him in the eye. Moore just laughed and put his own hand down his pants. I decided that this was a signal for me to keep going. It was rare, but not unheard of for straight guys in the army to jerk off in the same room together. I'd done it a couple of times before in the barracks, and nothing ever came of those. I figured that this was another one of those times.
I undid my self and pulled both my pants and boxers down to my ankles. I closed my eyes and started to jerk my rapidly hardening cock. After a good 10 or 15 seconds of that, I looked at Moore. He was staring at me, his eyes fixed on my boner, his hand still touching his own inside his pants. His facial expression was one of astonishment but with a tiny bit of anticipation thrown in too. "Come on, Sir. We jerk off in front of each other all the time. It's no big deal." Not quite true, but I wanted him naked too. I massaged my balls.
I could see him thinking about it, but hesitating. I decided to act. I leaned over, undid his pants, and grabbed his dick. He didn't offer any resistance. I stroked it a few times; it was rock hard.
"Do you have a girlfriend," he asked me.
"No, Sir." I said. "Do you?"
"No."
I tugged on his pants and started to pull them all the way down; he raised his butt up off the seat to help me. I went to the door and combat locked it from the inside. Then I knelt down between his legs and started to lick the head of his impressively large, circumcised cock.
He was pretty stirred up already, so I went slowly. I took his whole dick in to my mouth, as far as I could get it before I slowly sucked it on it's way back out, pausing at the edge of the mushroom head. He was squirming now and pushing on the back of my head. I pulled on his balls continued to suck him. He was making a fair bit of noise now, but the between the crew heater and the rain, no one could have heard us, even if they were standing right outside. This went on for five minutes before I felt his nut sac tighten and he filled my mouth with cum.
I sat down on the bench seat beside him, my bare leg touching his, and went back to jerking my own cock. I turned my head so I was looking straight at him. He took the hint and took my cock in his hand. After a few slow strokes he started going like a jackhammer on me, rubbing my inner thighs with his other hand. I came like a gusher in short order.
"Whew." I said, profoundly. "That was awesome, Sir. We should always be on shift together."
He never tried to change the duty roster, but when the next exercise came along, for some reason I was assigned as his driver.