From: banker1 <banker1@ix.netcom.com>
Subject: Barracks Blasting
Date: Wed, 12 Jun 1996 14:55:30 -0700

                               Barracks Blasting
                                By Kirk Morgan

     Larry rolled over on his rack and moaned. Jesus, the heat was 
stifling! The barracks windows were wide open, but the heat on Worm 
Island made that a non-event.
     Larry had only been at the Naval Training Center for boot camp a 
couple of weeks, but no one had told him that the weather got this hot 
and humid in San Diego, even in summer. Now here he was, cooped up 
with thirty other guys, and no relief from the heat in sight.
     Just thinking about all those hunky guys surrounding him made 
Larry's dick hard. He hadn't had the nerve to approach any of them 
yet, but he knew he'd have to get some relief before the thirteen-week 
training was over. For now, though, his hand would have to do. Larry's 
eyes followed the watch, Steve Preston, as he made his rounds, waiting 
for a safe moment.
     Quietly, Larry moved his hand up to his crotch and began stroking 
slowly, feeling the surge in his cock as the sex began to flow. He 
imagined Steve and what they could do together, having a stroking good 
time.
     Larry's strokes got faster and his breathing got deeper as he 
imagined the big piece of meat on Steve getting ready to spurt its 
creamy white load all over his chest.
     Just as Larry was about to cum, a voice sounded in his ear. "All 
right, recruit," said Steve, "let's you just get out of that rack 
quiet and come with me!"
     "Oh, shit!" Larry thought. "Now I'm in for it!" Jacking off was 
forbidden in the barracks, along with about fifty thousand other 
things. Something about "proper military discipline."
     Larry got out of the rack and stood on the floor. A hand grabbed 
his prick and started pulling, hard. Larry grabbed at the hand on his 
meat, but was slapped back.
     "Now, now, recruit," Steve warned, "you don't want the CC to find 
out about this, do you?" The thought of the Company Commander learning 
about his breaking the rules was enough to make Larry follow Steve's 
lead, all the way to the barracks showers, Steve leading Larry by the 
prick.
     Once there, Steve put Larry at attention. "Now you just stand 
there quiet-like," Steve said, "while I clear some things out of the 
way." He left the showers.
     Larry stood there, shivering, wondering what was going to happen 
now? Steve hadn't been pissed off or anything, but he couldn't be 
planning what was running through Larry's mind, could he?
     Steve was back shortly, wearing his skivvies. "I told my relief I 
had to take a shower before hitting the rack," he whispered. "Now, 
let's you and me take care of our problems."
     With that, Steve pulled down his skivvies, producing a huge 
boner. Larry gasped at the size of Steve's uncut dick, which was fully 
hard. His own cock snapped to attention at the sight. Steve reached 
down and grabbed Larry's cock again.
     "You got a nice dick, recruit," he murmured. "I like a cut piece 
of meat." Grabbing Larry's prick, he added, "You like mine?"
     "Oh, yeah!" replied Larry, taking Steve's massive pole in his own 
hand. Quietly, the men started slowly stroking each other, looking 
into each other's eyes. Suddenly, Steve leaned over and took Larry's 
tit in his mouth.
     Larry gasped at the sudden warm wetness on his nipple, but he 
grabbed Steve's head with his free hand and pushed him into it. "Do 
it, man," he hissed.
     Steve obeyed the command, nibbling and licking while he and Larry 
continued to stroke each other off. Larry could feel his orgasm 
threatening to overwhelm him, so he pulled Steve's head back and 
kissed him.
     "Let's not take it too fast," he whispered. "I want this to last 
a while."
     "You got it, stud," Steve answered, initiating a kiss of his own.
     They stood there, stroking and kissing, their tongues exploring 
each other's mouths thoroughly. Larry felt Steve's hand patting his 
ass and the other stroking his head through a pleasant fog. Then it 
sank in. Steve was also stroking Larry's dick! Snapping out of his 
erotic feelings, Larry looked around.
     The entire company was in the shower with him and Steve, all 
undressed and stroking. One of the men was patting Larry's and Steve's 
asses, his dick poking into Steve's hip.
     "What the fuck?" Larry gasped.
     "We just thought we'd join you," said the man, whose name was 
Edwards. "After all, you guys aren't the only ones who're horny."
     Larry and Steve smiled at each other, then Larry grabbed Edwards' 
cock while Steve grabbed the cock of another guy, appropriately named 
Long.
     That's all it took. Soon, thirty men were jacking each other off 
in the shower. Everywhere Larry looked, orgiastic expressions brought 
him a little closer to the edge. Finally, he couldn't stand it. His 
nuts tightened up inside his ballsac and the head of his dick started 
burning. His knees buckled under him as his cock contracted and 
exploded its contents all over Steve.
     As if in answer, Steve shot all over Larry as he lay on the floor 
of the shower, his seed still pumping from his dick.
     "That's a good idea," called one of the other guys as Steve lay 
down next to Larry and kissed him, grabbed his cock and kept stroking. 
Larry grabbed Steve's cock and started jacking him off, too.
     Suddenly, another gob of cum landed on Steve. Both men looked up 
to see twenty-eight men standing in a circle around them, jacking off 
for all they were worth. The one cumming all over Steve was Edwards. 
Long was next to explode, this time on Larry. It seemed like hours 
later that the last man had cummed on Steve and Larry, who were now 
covered by a sea of sperm, still jacking each other's dicks.
     Then Steve moaned and began spasming his cum all over himself. 
That was enough for Larry, whose cock felt like it was going to fall 
right off. It exploded instead. He came what felt like gallons of 
semen on himself and Steve.
     They lay there, panting, covered in the cum of all thirty men. 
One of the other men turned on a shower, then another, then all the 
showers were on and every one of them was aimed at Larry and Steve, 
who reveled in the erotic feeling of the warm water washing away the 
cum on their bodies.
     Finally, they looked up and discovered they were alone. They 
stood and soaped each other down, kissing and nuzzling each other 
until they were squeaky clean.
     "Well, recruit," murmured Steve, "we're gonna have to do this 
again. Same time tomorrow night?"
     "Sure," Larry grinned. "This time, I'm on watch."
     Steve and Larry kissed one last time, toweled off, and went to 
their respective racks to get some rest.
     No sooner had they lay down than the CC arrived and announced 
reveille. As the company got up and showered, Steve and Larry found 
themselves alone for a moment.
     "Well," grinned Steve, "I guess it's true: there is no rest for 
the wicked."
     Larry just smiled back. He was content to wait for tonight.