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like contemplating a vegetarian’s dinner treat. Mushroom head, cucumber and two kiwis. My jack-off dream was to skin Julio back with my lips while Sergeant Baker waited his turn. Yes, I’m assuming Sergeant Baker was a courageous man, however I never actually saw proof as required by West Point dick authorities. The sergeant never joined his charges on piss break in the field. Was he part camel?
    Jacking off was another activity being legal did not address, albeit being legal did not figure into the dilemma. Gay, straight, bi or trans, the American boy’s first affair is with his fist, to which he remains true till the Grim Reaper brings down the curtain. To quell our raging hormones and the urge to fuck with a partner, the ever-helpful Sergeant Baker recommended going into a corner to jack off. Cohabitating in our tent was obviously a no-no regardless of one’s legality.
    Do you get the feeling that being legally gay in the army is not much different from being illegal? In fact, it’s rumored that closeted GI’s have more fun (i.e., sex) than those who wave the rainbow flag. Straight guys with hard pricks and no women are reluctant to make a gay buddy know they are not averse to agood blow job. To court a gay is to be gay, or so many would deduce. But a straight could cozy up to a “suspect” and get his rocks off to the satisfaction of all concerned without the straight being compromised. Don’t ask about it, don’t tell about it, just do it.
    I’ve never seen any of the troops jacking off in a corner. If I did, I would join the bugger and perhaps initiate a twelve-man circle jerk. Jacking off in a double-decker cot would be as unobtrusive as dancing the twist (shake, rattle and roll), thereby depriving your bunkmate of a good night’s sleep. Also, where do you deposit the cum if you don’t have a willing receptacle? A condom? Then you have to get rid of the loaded rubber. A sock? It would be rather sticky in the morning. A towel? You can’t say nighty-night to your tent mates, then take a towel to bed. To let yourself cum on the sheets results in pecker tracks, signs of which the troops are constantly on the lookout for.
    Wet dreams can also result in pecker tracks; however, pecker-track inspectors know a wet-dream stain from a jack-off stain. In a wet dream the cum seeps out slowly, forming a spot about the size of a quarter. Jacking off lets loose a spray that anoints a huge area including the guy’s chest, belly and even his chin where an agile tongue can lick it off, and this ends up staining a large area of the sheet.
    The on-base USO is a refuge to troops in need of a place to defecate and masturbate without an audience. Ours had a latrine that boasted six stalls and a gay facilitator who organized bingo games, family visits, emergency leaves, Scrabble competitions and, so I learned, gang bangs. His name was Ralph. He was about fifty, slim, with graying hair, and from the outline of the long pecker in his chinos I would say he dressed to the left.
    Ralph and I recognized each other as soul mates from the time of my first visit to the USO facility. Knowing I didn’t playbingo or Scrabble he asked me if I had come for a game of pool, the question spoken with a nod toward the sergeant who was at the pool table, playing solo. I shook my head, hefted the bulge in my crotch and headed for the latrine. “Take the last stall,” Ralph advised me as I went for the much pent-up release.
    I took the last stall because I had learned to follow orders as befits a lowly PFC, and I didn’t bolt the door because I suspected Ralph had it in mind to peek in or perhaps join me for a community wank. I dropped my pants and shorts, and sat and fisted my cock, which was already stiff with anticipation. I gave my balls a playful rub and drew precum after two strokes. Then the door opened a crack and a head appeared. It wasn’t Ralph. It was the sergeant.
    “I’m looking to get sucked off,” he announced.
    “Well,