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"Are many of them still waiting?" Nate asked as he removed the small pouch of toiletries from his locker. The communal bathroom at the end of the corridor was shared by around fifty military recruits, all living on the same floor. Those assigned to the bunk right next to it often rushed in first to claim the showers before the others could. "There wasn't anyone when I came out," his bunkmate James replied, scrubbing his hair from across the room. Thank god. It was Nate's cue to head to the bathroom. It has been another exhausting, sweaty day of military training. The sweat on Nate's lean body had dried off since the scorching afternoon, but he felt sticky and irritable. Wearing nothing but his black boxers, Nate shoved his feet into the flip flops that sat at the corner under his bed. He headed out the door and past the two neighbouring bunks in quick pace, guessing that a line might have built up after James' bath. He turned in and was relieved to see that it didn't happen. Instead of breathing a sigh of relief, Nate's heart jumped. Someone was standing right before him, his toiletries, towel and clothing hanging on one arm. The eight shower cubicles, all lined up in a row deep inside the bathroom, were occupied. Two nearly naked soldiers were waiting in line: Ian, the dark-skinned introvert whom Nate has pretty much ignored since Day 1, and Wilfred, his personal eye candy. Nate had been eyeing Wilfred guiltily for two whole months. Although shorter than the average soldier in their platoon, he was a handsome young man, with an adorable button nose and round eyes. Nate loved looking at him. His heartwarming and boyish smile whenever he laughed with his friends. The groovy rhythm of his body whenever he jogged or ran (Nate sometimes jogged behind him for motivation). Wilfred seemed like a really cool dude. Noticing Nate's arrival, Wilfred titled his head slightly and smiled weakly. 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How he wished he could just lick him there and then. Unsuspectingly, Nate continued to admire Wilfred's pubes through the mirror. He was engrossed in a fantasy of the two of them. It caught him slightly off guard when Wilfred suddenly put his fingers in his briefs, appearing to adjust them. His train of thought broken, Nate quickly looked away, afraid that his comrade had realized. He glanced back and saw that Wilfred's entire hand was now inside his briefs. He was scratching his crotch. The fifth shower door opened with a creak and one of their fellow soldiers walked out, a towel wrapped around his waist. Oblivious, he passed Nate and Wilfred to exit the bathroom, Simultaneously, Ian claimed the cubicle, closing the door behind him. Wilfred stepped forward in line, as did Nate behind him. His new position was now reflected in the mirror, although Nate didn't know that. He was too engrossed checking Wilfred out. A moment later, Wilfred removed his hand from his briefs. 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His heart skipped a beat when he saw that Wilfred was looking back at him through the mirror. Nate's eyes darted away. His heart rate was frantic. Fuck. Did he realize I was checking out his crotch? Inch by inch, Nate's eyes turned back towards the mirror. Wilfred was still looking at him. His expression was that of amusement, with his smile crooked to one side. Wilfred squinted at him, then winked. Nate felt a heavy thump in his chest. The guy just winked . Wilfred's eyes rolled downwards. He scanned Nate's nearly naked body. His eyes stopped at Nate's crotch, pleased with the fully erected dick hiding under his boxers. Wilfred smiled devilishly and subtly licked one side of his upper lip. The cubicle door at the end of the row swung open loudly, breaking Nate and Wilfred's attention. It was most timely since Nate did not know what to do next. The former occupant, whose identity Nate could not be bothered with, walked past the two as oblivious as the previous guy. After he turned out the bathroom door, Wilfred jerked his head at the vacated cubicle, his face still retaining that same naughty look. He wants me to go in with him. Nate followed behind as they both walked into the shower. Nate shut the door behind him, then turned around. He was isveçbahis yeni giriş (http://isvecbahis.info/) alone in a cubicle with Wilfred. There was no way this was really happening. "Hey," Wilfred said. It made Nate nervous; he was afraid someone in the other cubicles could hear them, even though he knew the raining showers were drowning out their voices. "Hey," Nate replied. He tried to sound equally calm, but his voice would have shaken if he strung more syllables together. Not saying another word, Wilfred looked down at Nate's briefs, retaining his naughty expression the entire time. He put his hand on it and caressed it gently. His fingers traced the shape of Nate's cock, each fingertip moving back and forth. He looked back up at Nate, whose eyes were now squinted and lips pursed. Wilfred put his fingers inside Nate's underwear and pulled his dick out. He loved what he saw: an eight-inch thick dick perfect for this spontaneous bathroom hookup. Instantly, he dove forward and wrapped his lips around the head of his dick. Wilfred started to suck on it and Nate felt an explosion of hormones. Is this really happening? Wilfred bopped his head back and forward, his mouth making his way up and down Nate's shaft. He was a hungry cocksucker, his tongue sliding rapidly on the underside of Nate's dick as his lips made love to it. He only stopped once to remove Nate's boxers from his feet. Nate put his hands on the back of Wilfred's head and brought it closer to his crotch. Wilfred took Nate's length entirely, his nose now pressed again Nate's pubes as his mouth enveloped his dick. Nate could feel his tip at the back of his talented cocksucker's mouth. "Put your hands behind your head," Nate whispered. The soldier did as he was ordered. Nate always loved Wilfred's armpits; peeking at the hair there always turned him on. With his armpits now exposed in all their glory, the view could not have been better from where Nate was standing. For the next few minutes, Wilfred sucked Nate like a trooper, rapidly travelling up and down his length. Nate could feel loads of precum exit his dick and onto Wilfred's tongue. And his comrade didn't mind the taste. In fact, he loved it. This quickly escalated chain of events was enough to climax, but Nate kept inhibiting his orgasm.