My first few weeks at boot camp did not start out pleasant. It was hard for me being away from home, not seeing my friends and family, it was killing me. Before this, the longest I had been away was on weekend trips with friends, never had I been away for months at a time. I didn’t even know what had possessed me to join the army. It must have been a horny frenzy; lord knows nothing gets me hotter than a man in fatigues.

Right now, the eye candy was the only thing keeping me sane. Seeing all these studs in their army gear had me in a permanent state of arousal. I was constantly sneaking off into the barracks to beat off, especially after sessions with the drill sergeant. I got extra hard every time I looked at him. He was the hottest man I’d ever seen, with big muscular arms, legs, and this nasty attitude. It was a shame he was married and straight. I was sure he would never look at a junior soldier like me, but man what I wouldn’t have given for him to punish me with his fat man stick.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him approach. My dick automatically responded with a hard salute. Before he could see me, I ducked into the nearest doorway; the last thing I wanted was for him to see me in this state. I closed the door to the office and took a seat behind the big oak desk. I was so damn horny from just the sight of him that I couldn’t help but pull out my gun for a little solo fun. My index finger traced the length of my veiny shaft. I’m a solid eight inches with a big fat mushroom shaped head, which at the moment was oozing with pre cum. I wiped some of it off on my index finger and brought it to my lips, sucking the salty liquid from my finger.

Sitting in the big leather chair, I got so wrapped up in playing with my balls and stroking my cock that I failed to hear the door open until the sergeant was standing right in front of me. His eyes directly on my cock. I was startled. Being a junior officer I quickly got on my feet and saluted him. I maintained my position forgetting that my cock was hanging out of my pants. He stepped up to me, his face inches from mine.

“What’s going on here?” he screamed, “and you can stop saluting. You look ridiculous!”

I looked down and noticed my throbbing erection exposed. I placed my hands over it and tried to hide as much as possible. I thought I caught a smile come across his face, but his expression quickly returned to one of stern dominance. I moved my hand to cover my hairy sac but he pushed it away, forcing me to stand exposed to him.

He walked up to me and started to strip me. The buttons of my shirt popped off, as his burly hands furiously pulled at them. I stood, too stunned to move. He stripped me bare; his hands touching my smooth and hairless chest. The coldness of his ring finger a constant reminder that what we were doing was wrong on so many levels, but at that moment nothing would have made me stop. He caressed my nipples, forcefully