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Jackin' GI's

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by robbjacks I was almost 24 when I joined the Army, so I was 26 when this happened. The barracks were being remodeled, and we were doubled up, six men to a room. In the military it's hard enough to find time and privacy to do some much needed and much craved stroking, but this was ridiculous. There was a renewed emphasis on physical fitness. Five days a week we ran, and ran, and ran. I never dropped out, even if my sides were burning because, aside form being called a 'pussy' or a 'faggot' those who couldn't keep up had to do double training sessions in the evening. I lifted weights three nights a week so I would be prepared for any climbing or low crawling exercises. I was in terrific shape: 42 chest, 32 waist, good definition, nice tight ass. The five guys who found themselves rooming with me were likewise in good shape. I was the only single guy in our room. Their wives were all back in the states. One guy was younger than I, 20, every inch of his 6' frame worth drooling over. The oldest guy was 45, the rest mid thirties to low forties. We did our physical training, came back to the barracks to shower, and went to morning formation. Staying in shape and having no chance to tug the talleywhacker was nerve-wracking. I would get so horny that my pulsing stiff dick would wake me up in the middle of the night and I would have to creep down the hall (the lights were never shut off) to the 'latrine' where I slipped into a stall to have a quick, quiet, tension-relieving wank. I never dared stay to have a second round. It would have been a bit more enjoyable than the first, no doubt, but I didn't want to get caught.The other guys must have all been doing the same thing, but I didn't ask. There wasn't much to do on weekends except drink and see movies in the post theater. It was weird. Nobody talked about or acted like they ever jacked off, or needed to. Horny men at the peak of their sexual lives with no women around (like I cared about that!) who were made to be afraid of being caught doing something as natural as breathing. It was easier when we were out on maneuvers. When you had to take a piss, you simply went off into the woods. Hey, you are all alone, your dick is already out, and you have to shake it off anyway. Just a couple of extra minutes of quick stroking and ahhh, bliss! Inside your sleeping bag you made sure to have plenty of tissues and a plastic bag. Just pretend to be asleep and be very careful with your hand motions. Work your cock very slowly and don't make any noise, cum into the tissue and carefully stuff it into the plastic bag and use a twist tie on the top so there is no taletale odor. It isn't the way you wish it was. I used to fanatsize all the time about the platoon seargent calling us out in the middle of the night and having us all stroke ourselves and each other in 'close order drill' of a different sort! It had been almost four weeks since I had had a wank. No manuevers scheduled. Six guys in close proximity. I was afraid I was going to have a wet dream in my bunk. The phyical training that morning had been exceptionally grueling. I swear I do not know how that cranky old first sergeant was able to run so fast for so long and so far. The six of us were gasping for breath. Our fatigue pants and white tees were soaked! When we pulled off our boots, our socks, and our uniform pants the room smelled of male sweat, what a heady aroma! Each of us stood in a puddle of his own perspiration. It poured out of us, literally ran off of us. We pulled off our tee shirts and wrung them out on the floor. No matter what his sexual orientation, a man can only tolerate so much deprivation. The pheremones in the air were at levels none of us knew were even possible. We all pulled off our shorts in preperation for heading off to the showers. Six buff guys, pouring sweat, smelling sweat, smelling of sweat, standing naked, panting for breath. It was too much for 20 yr. old married dude, he sprouted wood. A beautiful cut seven-incher with a slight upward curve and a perfect plum head, with trails of precum dripping to the floor. No gradual swelling, just boom, full hard! He blushed at the same time five more poles rose to join his. boing! boing! pop!pop!boing! We all stood there, our panting having taken on a slightly different tone. The oldest among us laughed out loud, and said, "Well, what can you do?" He walked over to the closed door, his uncut thick six incher bobbing up and down, side to side, and turned the lock. It was an electrictrifying sound, and it sent a thrill through my pulsating pecker. He moved toward the center of the room with his arms spread at shoulder height waving us into a circle. He was smiling and chuckling like some naked saint herding us to some jovial sexual rite, our penises all swollen and begging for attention. The smell of sweat was stronger than ever, but it was pungent with the chlorine-tinted odor of semen-swollen nuts. Our feet were chilled with the sweat we had dripped. We touched shoulders. Our leader in this celebration of erections put his arm around the guy to his left, and we all followed suit. Then he grabbed the boner of the guy on his right and we all did the same. Six horny guys shoulder to shoulder, hugging the man to his left, jacking the guy to his right, looking at the guys across from him while they hugged and stroked. The back and forth motion felt heavenly. My hand on a swollen cock, stroking it while my cock was worshipped in turn. We were men! We were masturbators! We were fufilling our needs together! With each downstoke my body exploded with exquisite pleaure. I had never had a jack-off session like this. I was coming soon, but it was ok, I wanted to come, to explode, to release the pent-up need and desire wracking my body. My cock and my body were one. I shivered and shook as wave upon wave of pleasure flowed through me. I could sense that all my fellows were worshipping and being worshipped in the same way. We were not giving and receiving pleasure, we WERE pleasure itself, flowing, cascading back into ourselves. The white hot, rock hard pressure rose from our balls and flowed upward, pushed and pulled by the throbbing, tight, furious motions of our fists lubed with sweat and precum. Twelve swollen testicles rose as one, as six fists each gripped a cock not attached to the same body. As we each came we arched our backs and thrust our hips forward, masturbating each other to a satisfying orgasm, shooting rope after rope of masculine essence. We came copiously, shooting on our neighbor accross from us, and then dripping on the hand of our jacking benefactor, finishing the last seveal strokes by working a cock with its own cum. Shivering with aftershocks of pleasure we slowly pulled apart and passed around tissues to wipe our sticky hands and cocks. Somone found a spray can of deodorant so we could walk to the showers without smelling like cum. We left the room one at a time so we wouldn't be walking all at once with towels strategically hiding telltale red dickheads, betraying what we had just been doing. It was the only time we had a circle like that, but from then on there was no more hiding our need to jack off from each other. If a bunk started to squeak after lights out, we all just smiled and either whispered encouragement or joined in, or both. 20 yr. old married dude and I had a couple of sessions together, but that is another story or two!