Date: Sat, 28 Jun 2003 14:27:36 -0000
From: Riain Y. Barton <wolfhound@irishpub-hostel.com>
Subject: NAVY BOOTCAMP (corrected) - Masturbation/Military

This is an absolute true story from when I was in NAVY BOOTCAMP. Here is my
boot camp info just in case one of you from company 078 comes across this
story:
Ryan George
USN Company 078, April-June, 1986,
San Diego, CA, USA

You may e-mail this privately to friends, but if you wish to print or to
post to a public group or use in any other way, Please write
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personally do not consider this to be sexually explicit and believe
it suitable for anyone 14 years of age or older. However, you must abide
your laws and your moral standards.

NAVY BOOTCAMP
by Riain Y. Barton
Copyright Ri-Press 2001, 2003

One time that I remember the most of having a wank in a public toilet was
when I was in bootcamp in the navy. When all of us recruits [fresh meat]
arrived and assigned to our companies, we were all very anxious and nervous
and unsure of ourselves.

I was assigned to Company 078 [RTC - San Diego, April-June, 1986], our
company commanders were both Filipino. Each company contained around 80
recruits, we shared one toilet that just a couple of urinals and then on one
side of the room the wall was lined with sinks and mirrors, opposite were
the commodes, they were in stalls, but NO DOORS! We also shared one communal
shower room, it was unusually small considering that all of us had to shower
at the same time, and in a very short time. I think it only had eight shower
heads (half on one side and half on the other side) meaning 80 of us young
hot sweaty men were all trying to use eight shower heads at one time, this
left most of us hanging out in the middle of the shower room or outside in a
very small hall-way that ran between the bunk-room and the toilets, with the
shower room entrance in the centre of the hall-way.

This was typical of the "hurry up and wait mentality of the military." So
now you should have a clear picture that we had absolutely no privacy at all
anywhere, and 99% of  us were between the ages of 17 and 24. So how in the
hell were we suppose to masturbate?

One of the first things our company commanders told us were the rules for
laundry and the bunks. The linens were only washed once a week, say on every
Thursday. So once a week on Thursday morning we removed our sheets to be
sent to the laundry with. The linens would come back to us that late
afternoon.We never slept under our sheets, just the blankets (San Diego can
very cool at night). Our company commanders did not want us to mess up our
bunks in anyway. You never knew when there could be a surprise inspection,
and we wanted our company to be the very best and to brigade at graduation
(highest honours and leading all the other companies).

It was after explaining all these rules about the bunks and the linens to us
that our company commanders said, "the night (Wednesday) before the sheets
go to the laundry, is 'HOTEL NIGHT'. They said this was a special night
because we were allowed to sleep under our sheets and mess up the sheets
anyway we wanted. They went on to hint to us that messing up the sheets also
included jacking-off, as being all young men, we needed a time for such a
thing. They were not direct about this, but did all the explaining about
masturbation in a humorous, buddy to buddy or older brother to younger
brother way. I suspect this had something to do with government regulations
and rules. I mean what would happen if the religious-right found out that
the military were encouraging our young men to MASTURBATE?!

Well, I never discussed what they told us with anyone. I did not know if
they were really serious or just messing with our heads. I had never had
anyone tell me that it was ok to jack-off  and to also tell me when and
where I was suppose to actually have this wank. SO, the first hotel night I
waited and tried to stay awake as long as I could, but almost impossible
with our schedule and our daily activities. Maybe this is the reason they
let us know that we could jerk-off, they knew we would always be too tired
to actually do it, and/or too embarrassed to do it in our bunks with all of
our fellow seamen so close by. After all, there were only two bunk-rooms,
one upstairs and one downstairs. Each room contained 20 double-bunks for a
total of 40, so there was not much room between each set of bunks and you
had pretty much a clear view of all the bunk to either side of you and
across from you, and also knew every time the lad above you or below you
moved.

I never heard or saw anyone else jacking-off, so I did not wank either. I am
not sure if it was because everyone thought it was a joke, or if everyone
was too shy, or if it was only the ones near my bunk that didn't and
elsewhere they were masturbating, but I just could not hear or see them.

So that is the way it went for the next 4-6 weeks.

Then, one day while we were at classes, I was called aside and was told that
I had to report to some office about something, and afterwards I would
rejoin my company at another class. So, off I went and took care of whatever
was requested, and then headed back to the building where we were having our
classes.

I arrived and my company had already left. Also, the whole building was
empty. It was a typical Navy building with all the rooms in the centre, with
the doors to all of the rooms on the outside walls, and the without being
enclosed with walls. I started leaving to go find my company, when I
realised I had to piss. I went into the nearest toilet and went to the
urinal and pissed, and still not one person around, not a sound anywhere. I
soon realised, I was all alone for the first time in way over a month. This
had been the longest period of time that I had every gone with out a wank
and cumming since I started wanking with puberty around 11 or 12, and I was
at that time 22 years old.

I entered one of the stalls (again no door) and quickly began to jack-off. I
came in what must have been a record time, the fastest time cumming in my
life since I had started wanking to even the present. Of course what got me
off was thinking about all of the those hot guys that I was sharing a
barracks with, see naked in the showers every day, seeing piss in front of
me, seeing shit in front of me, and working together as a 'fraternal-team'.
It was also very intense and a huge amount of cum.  I had all this huge
amount of cum on my hand and quickly ate it up. I had always eaten my own
cum from day one, I don't know why, maybe because no one ever showed me or
told me, "You are suppose to clean it up with Kleenex or underwear", so I
just did what came naturally to me. But I imagined that my cum belonged to
one of fellow SEAMEN recruits, wishing I could have shared that orgasm with
one of them. At this time I was still a virgin, I had never had any real sex
with a female or a male, only some messing around when I around 6 & 7 and
again around 9 & 10. Obviously, I was not out then, not even to myself, but
that definitely was the day that started my whole "coming out" process.

Unfortunately, I would never experience a sexual encounter with any of my
Navy brothers, but the bootcamp experience did mature me, it taught me
responsibility, accountability, and gave the opportunity to begin learning
more about myself and other men. It also made me realise that for my own
sake, I needed to accept my own sexuality, honestly and openly.

I shared this with you, now I ask you to share your story or stories with
me!