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.