In Boot Camp, the company adjutant, a recruit himself, was usually a little older than the rest of the recruits and had some college background. It was his job to take us through drills, lead us in parades, baby-sit us at night and discipline us as he chose between the hours of 5 P.M. and 6 A.M. when the company commander was at home doing what compant commanders do in their off hours.

By 5:05 P.M., our adjutant would be moved into the commander's office across from the showers and have himself propped in a swivel chair, towel around his neck in nothing but his Navy issue boxer shorts; usually with one leg draped over an arm of the chair giving anyone who walked by (or came out of the showers) a shot up his boxers and a good view of his flaccid cock resting against his leg. It wasn’t something anyone would have to search for; he was well endowed, and also made sure he was positioned just right for the viewing.

At 5:15 P.M., we hit the showers, six at a time, under the watchful eye of our company adjutant. We soaped up while he shouted orders. "Davis, your asshole stinks. If I don't see you wash that shitty asshole, I'm gonna stick a bar of soap up there myself."

"Campanelli, you afraid to touch that little dick of yours? If you don't want to soap up your smelly crotch I've got a nice hard-bristled scrub brush here that’ll make a good lather."

He seemed to pay special attention to making sure we cleaned our crotch area, our ass hole, and our armpits. I watched for three weeks while the recipients of his bathing instructions ended up in the office behind closed doors for a half hour, sometimes an hour at a time. (I could only assume that it was for private tutorials on cleaning certain body parts.)

They didn't talk to the rest of us and we were told not to speak to them. They ended up with all the night watches as punishment for some unknown offense. No one really thought to ask any questions. In boot camp you don't ask questions and nothing makes sense anyway, so there was no need to question discipline.

One night, in about our fourth week, I woke up at 2 A.M. drenched in sweat, the result of a hot sticky summer night. Even with a door propped open at each end of the barracks, the air was still, still and heavy inside. I decided to get some fresh air outside on the landing. Walking down the aisle lined with half-naked sleeping bodies, some with their dicks hanging out of their fly, trying to breathe was my guess, I became aware of the absence of the night-time fire watch.

The minute I stepped out into the night air I felt relief as a soft breeze cooled the sweat dampened undershorts that clung to my damp skin.

I lit a cigarette and let my mind drift back to a time I went camping with a group of guys in high school. We had practically lived in our underwear and something about being almost naked outdoors with all those other guys, horsing around and wrestling, kept me with a half hardon the entire trip. I hoped they thought that I was just well-hung and not sexually excited or gay.

On the landing I felt myself growing; yes, my cock was firming up. I stretched, letting my snorkle sneak through the opening in my shorts and get a breathe of air also.

"Feels good, don't it?" I spun around to see the night watch leaning against the doorway.

"To stretch? Yeah," I blurted out trying to cover my guilt and my cock at the same time.

"No, the breeze out here," he said. He walked out onto the landing and leaned against the railing, glancing down at my crotch. "Looks like something else feels pretty good too!"

I turned away from him and casually walked to the other end of the landing. I had to hide myself because my cock wouldn't go down. There was something about getting caught with a hard on that was exciting and I had a feeling the watch didn't mind it either. But I still made an excuse. "Yeah, uh, I woke up with a piss hard on but I can't piss 'til it goes down."

Leaning on the railing, I noticed the light was on in the company adjutant's room. Through a reflection in a mirror over the dresser, I could see a full view of him on his bed, totally naked, with one huge hand wrapped around at least eight inches of hard meat. His other hand cupped and tugged at his loose balls hanging between his spread legs. He had his heels drawn up near his ass and legs splayed wide, giving a full view of everything.

He was about six foot three and mostly legs that were lightly covered with soft dark hair leading up to a mini forest in his crotch. While he stroked his huge cock, he ground his ass into the mattress then lifted it again in a screwing motion. He was into it, and so was I.

"Shit," I said aloud, dropping what was left of the cigarette that had burned my fingers.

"What's the matter?" I was reminded that the night watch was still behind me.

The landing was wide enough for about one and a half people to fit on the end so when he walked up to see what was going on, he had to press against my hip and ass to lean over the railing. I thought it was my imagination, but when he moved slightly, I realized that he already was hard in his pants.

"Collins is at it again, huh?" He was making a statement more than asking a question. "He's hung like a fuckin’ horse, ain't he?"

I was a little surprised at his reference to our adjutant. We were supposed to address him as a superior – either 'Mr. Collins' or Sir. The watch was being awfully familiar for someone who was supposedly being disciplined by standing night watchs on a regular basis. I hoped I was subtle. "Yeah, he is," I answered, turning my head away.

I was beginning to sweat again and my cock was throbbing by now. The watch rested one hand at the small of my back. As he leaned further to see in the window, his hand slid down and rested on my ass. I couldn't move, mostly out of excitement, but he had me pinned there too, and I noticed I was breathing quick, shallow breaths. I had to slow down my pulse rate. His hand slid down across my ass, slowly, nonchalantly slapping it lightly as if he were shaking hands, but still getting his point across as he walked back toward the door.

"He'll be doing that for a while," he said over his shoulder. "You'd better take care of that piss hard of yours before your bladder explodes."

He walked back into the barracks leaving me standing under the stars glad he was gone and, at the same time, wishing he was still there and rubbing my ass. I decided to hit the head.

The bathroom was dark except for a streak of moonlight shining through the one open window at the far end of the room. I walked to that end and stood in front of a urinal, closing my eyes, recalling what had just taken place. Standing there, I was aware of someone else close by. I opened my eyes to find the adjutant standing at the next urinal, his semi flaccid meat hanging in front of him through the opening in his shorts.

"What's the matter, Denton? Can't you sleep?" he asked.

"No sir," I answered, afraid to look over at him again. I turned to walk away realizing that I was getting hard again.

"Hold it!" The command stopped me in my tracks. "Don't you flush a toilet when you're finished?"

"Yes sir," I replied turning back to flush. He was facing me.

"You're wet," he said looking at my crotch. I looked down to find a big spot on my shorts. "Take those off," he continued, "and wash them in the sink."

I stood paralyzed in front of this man who towered at least eight inches over me. His arms were folded under a massive chest covered with fine black hair. His stomach was flat with a trail of the same hair disappearing into his shorts. His long legs, spread apart, gave the stance of a drill sergeant out on the field.

"Did you hear what I said, Denton? Take the fucking shorts off and wash 'em, now!"

Obediently I pulled off my underwear and walked over to a sink. He was standing behind me, looking over my shoulder as I ran water over the spot I was to clean off.

"You can't clean it without soap, shit head," he said, stretching over the sink to the soap dispenser. As he lathered I felt his growing cock pressing against my ass cheek from behind. The sink, the underwear and our hands were full of creamy lather when he withdrew his hand from the sink and let it drop to my hard cock. He grasped it, spreading the soap the length of my shaft and back up to the tip again. I pressed back into him as he wrapped his other arm around the front of me taking my balls into his big hand.

We stood like this while he worked my crotch over, creating a white mound of suds that my dick stood straight up from. He slid his shorts off then reached for more lather, placing his legs between mine and slowly spreading them apart at the same time. He slid a handful of the foaming soap up the crack of my ass and worked his fingers in circles to gain entry into my bung hole.

I knew I couldn't touch myself or I'd shoot my load in a second so I grabbed the sides of the sink and spread my legs a little further for him. I felt his long finger work its way past the muscle to the moist inside of my ass. It burned a little at first but when he withdrew his finger and, in one movement, placed the tip of his huge cock at the opening, I was too hungry for it to care about any stinging soap.

I felt the knobbed head of his cock push past the muscle and he began slowly sliding the entire length of his shaft up inside of my asshole. It seemed like I could feel it up in my stomach when I finally felt the weight of his body against mine and realized I had his whole thing, that huge cock I had been looking at ten minutes ago, up my ass. I felt totally taken, dominated, mastered, but strangely, not violated. I liked what was happening.

I began working my hips in circles, trying to swallow him up more completely. He bent me over with one hand and grabbed my hip with the other hand. I knew what was coming as he began pulling himself out of me. He stopped just before the head of his cock would come out of my ass and I braced myself as he made one strong thrust, for his second entry – shoving the entire thing as far up my ass again as it would go. He smacked my ass so hard it echoed in the tiled room. His grunts of pleasure, as he began to pumping wildly at my asshole, brought me even closer to climaxing than I already was. His cockhead was rubbing something inside me that made me want to cum even more now.

I took him willingly, grinding my ass into him at each forward thrust he made. I wanted us to be bound by him emptying his balls inside of me. I knew it was coming when he placed his other hand on my hip and began pulling me into him as he fucked me harder and faster. His sweat was dripping on my back, running down the crack of my ass and he stiffened, forcing himself deep inside of me and holding my soapy ass against his crotch. He shook violently and I felt his powerful stream of hot cum shooting up into my ass and stomach.

Several times I felt his cock enlarge and his nuts raise up as he kept giving me more of his warm, viscous liquid. Then he pressed even tighter against me and reached for my cock. At only the touch of his soft wet hand I released my load onto his fist and into the sink. Wave after wave of cum came from my balls. Each time I shot, I squeezed my ass around his cock and he tightened, giving me every last drop of cum juice he had to offer. His cock was spasming in my ass as my ass was spasming from cumming.

Slowly, shaking, we sank to our knees together breathing heavily. As he began pulling his large cock out of my ass, I thought he'd pull my guts out with it. He squeezed my dick and tugged on my balls. When he let go, he was out of my ass.

He let his body rest against me for a couple minutes and I drifted but was brought back to reality by a knock that sounded like a signal — two knocks, then three. Collins stood up, pulling me with him. He put his shorts back on, gave my ass a slap and walked out. A minute later a towel was tossed through the door. I wrapped it around me, took my shorts and walked back to my bed.

As I lay smoking a cigarette the night watch walked by. He paused and smiled at me then said, “Welcome to the club,” then he smiled again while rubbing his bulging pants and resumed his fire watch.

The next morning when I walked into the showers, the adjutant was in his chair, leg propped up and spread wide, facing the door to his office, giving everyone that ‘subtle’ crotch shot of his huge cock and low hangers. I stepped under the stream of warm water and began lathering the front of me with my back to him.

"Denton!"

I stiffened.

"You don't just shine the front of your shoes do you? Let's see you soap up that dirty little asshole of yours. I want it to be squeaky clean when you pass here."

I knew that I'd be called into his office that afternoon. I also knew that I'd probably be standing a fire watch that night and then getting fucked again at the end of my watch.