The barracks were quiet - a moment of solitude.
He felt the primal need rising.
The uniform felt tight, adding to the pressure.
He found a private corner in the toilet, a place to release.
The strokes grew faster.
Thoughts of forbidden desires fueled his release.
He imagined a private show.
His uncut cock throbbed.
The moment of truth.
Finally, the release came.
He cleaned himself, the forbidden pleasure now a satisfying relief.
Later, he imagined public displays.
His mind drifted to Russian soldiers.
He knew this passion would return again.
