After downing a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice at 05:00 hundred hours, I tossed on a pair of jogging shorts. Outside, I stretched my legs watching the sun peeking over the horizon. Every morning I try to get in a good run before shuffling off to work as a doctor’s assistant at Fort Myers Army Base.

I knew the next couple of weeks would be fucking busy as hell yet still hot, since Doc and I would be giving physical examinations to 380, that’s three-hundred and eighty young men who had recently enlisted on their way to boot camp.

From prior experience I knew one in every four new enlisted man would be a hunk if not also a fucking stud!

Doctor Thomas O’Reilly and I, Jack Sanchez are both officers in the Army, Tom’s a captain, I’m a sergeant. Most of my buds call me Serge.

I’m a big bugger; six-three and I weigh 200 solid fucking pounds of sheer muscle with not an ounce of fat on my smooth hard body. My hair is as black as coal with eyes to match. I’m clean-shaven and I’ve got a cleft in the center of my chin deep enough to sink a battleship. My hard cock is 8.5 thick uncut inches, with smooth low hangers. I shave my pubes. I like being a smoothie yet I’m attracted usually to hirsute dudes.

It was going to be rapturous taking on 380 young men, one at a time ordering them to strip! Ordering them to bend over! Ordering them to cough cupping their balls, taking my sweet time while checking them out.

I could hardly run almost tripped over my hardon jogging through the park. I don't reside on base, I've got my own little bungalow close by.

I looked down at my prick-tent. I was oozing like a bitch. I had to take care of business, I just had to!

All I could picture were 380 young men! My dick ached, as did my balls.

I spotted an old Oak tree slipping behind it lowering my shorts to my ankles setting my hot cock free. My boner bobbed up and down before I wrapped my left fist around my prick leaning back against the bark of the tree tilting my head up staring at the early morning sky. My other hand grasped my low hangers giving them a loving tug. “Ugh!” I grunted aloud slowly peeling back my generous foreskin staring down at my soaking wet knob. My first slow stroke was greeted by the sweetest looking gob of clear nectar. I bent over taking the head of my prick into my mouth slowly sucking the head of my oozing dick.

“So fucking sweet!” I exclaimed pulling my head off my boner.

I pinched the base of my curved dick moving the tips of my thumb and index finger up my cockshank just below my swollen cock bulb watching myself oozing again. I used the nectar to lube my stiffy before getting down to the serious business at hand, no pun intended.

Once that was taken car of I leaned back against the tree again, closing my eyes before I started pumping my joystick picturing all the hot asses and nutsacs I’d be staring at soon enough. I’d be dealing with equal numbers of cocks, young men of all races and sizes since I was the man in charge of rectal and genital examinations. Captain Tom