In 1945, I was stationed in Camp Wolters, Texas and worked in the company orderly room as a clerk. I was only a private and I lived in the barracks with the other soldiers. My outfit was an Infantry Training Company. We received the new soldiers and gave them their Basic Infantry Training.

A new batch of soldiers arrived and was assigned to my company. That night, when I returned to my bunk in the barracks, I saw that the new soldier in the next bunk was outstanding. His name was Scotty and he was about 25 years old. Scotty was very good looking, had a hard body and had a nice dick swinging when he walked back to his bunk from the shower. As you can guess, I wanted to play with his toy.

The barracks was filled with young men, all horny and needing some action. I knew I had to play it straight, but I sure did look and listen. I could hear them at night, beating their meat. You could always tell when a soldier was jerking off. He would bend one knee to hold up the blankets so nobody could see the blanket moving as he jerked.

Then one night, I heard Scotty as he jerked off. I could hear his bunk as he pounded his cock. I could hear him breath hard as he shot his load. Then he took his shorts off, wiped his cum off and let his shorts drop to the floor. He then rolled over, away from me, and went to sleep. I was wide-awake!

After I knew Scotty was sleeping, I reached over to where Scotty had dropped his shorts, and in the darkness of the barracks, I pulled his dirty shorts under my blankets. When I felt that nobody knew I had his shorts, I was able to smell of them and lick his cum off of them. They were delicious! I licked his shorts clean, then I jerked off on them, and returned them to the floor beside Scotty's bunk.

After a few weeks, the new soldiers were able to get weekend passes and Scotty always headed to Fort Worth or Dallas. He seemed to always have plenty of money so he could afford it. He would return late Sunday evening.

One day as Scotty was getting ready to take a weekend pass. He searched through his clothing and I heard him say, "Damn". I asked him what was wrong and he told me that he was headed to the city for the weekend, but all of his shorts were dirty and in his laundry bag. Then he told me he would give me $1.00 if I would loan him a clean pair of my shorts. Hey, business is business, so I gave him a pair of clean shorts and he paid me for the use of them.

After his weekend in the city, he returned to the barracks. When he undressed that night, he took his dirty shorts off, and tossed them over to me and said "thanks". I let them fall to the floor and turned over to sleep. Then when he was in his bunk, I got those shorts and started smelling of his scent on them. They had the great scent of a male and I loved smelling of them and jerking off in them.

In 1945, the army worked the soldiers 6 days a week. Saturday was just another day to the troops. At inspection one Saturday morning, Scotty had a few gigs and