Military Jerk Off

I was in the National Guard in the 60s, and went to Fort Leonard Wood for my basic training. It was summer and hot-very hot. For six weeks they put us through our paces. The entire time, I seldom had a sexual thought. It was too hot. I was too tired and someone said they put saltpeter in the mashed potatoes.

After the six weeks, we were sent to another part of the base for advanced training, which was a lot easier than basic. We had more free time. I remember one Friday night I was alone in the barricks on my top bunk. No masturbation for six weeks had built up and I needed it bad.

I pulled out my uncut cock from my boxers and it sprang to attention immediately. I slid my hand up and down and it felt so good. I quickened the pace. Precum oozed like a river up and over my foreskin and down my cock.

And then I felt the welcome release building. My balls were squeezing, ready to emit their contents. My nipples hardened like rocks. My fist went faster and faster until the explosion of male juice flew past my head and landed with a thump on my pillow. Then another. The third landed in my face, the fourth on my chest.

I lay there spent and happy, but ready to go again soon.