Alpha Charlie: Late Night Encounter

Weeks without human contact have two soliders in basic training seeking fulfillment with any warm body they can find.

The day had already been long at Fort Carson. It was only three in the afternoon under the Colorado Springs sun, but every muscle in my body was complaining. We had started early, as we normally did, five in the morning, except we had been ordered to complete two minutes of push-ups, two minutes of sit-ups, and a timed two-mile run, all before breakfast.

After eating, we headed to additional weapons training. Week six of ten, Warrior Phase, and I was starting to feel like I could keep up. Private First-Class Dusty Langham reporting for duty. Now that the afternoon had rolled around, we would enter the classroom learning portion of our day. After that, back outside, followed by dinner—followed by more training. Come ten at night, we were permitted to crash in our bunks until the next day descended on us.

I liked the routine. My civilian life had not been regimented at all. I had been on a road to nowhere. No job, no prospects—no post-secondary education. I had been too busy partying and carrying on down at the sports bars and pubs most nights, living off my inheritance. When that money dried up, I knew I needed to make a change. It was that or end up homeless.

The army was a perfect fit for me. Despite my wayward ways, I knew how to work hard. I had just chosen not to. My days had consisted of getting drunk at night, shagging, sleeping in, then heading to the gym. I was in good physical shape. More so now because of basic training.

I didn't have a steady girlfriend. I was too much of a loner. One-night stands were the order of the day for me. Basic training had broken me of my lone wolf attitude. We needed to work as a team here. We relied on each other. Leaned on each other when the need arose. I had made more friends here than I had ever had in my life. Both men and women—it was a brotherhood.

In spite of that, I was lonely. Lack of affection and any kind of physical human contact was beating me down. And damned if I wasn't as horny as a horned toad. You often heard guys joking about it, the lack of sex. How the absence of it would be the thing that broke them. I shared their sentiment. Jerking off on the sly only took you so far.

I tapped my pen on the desk, ready to take notes as the class started. Everything we learned in theory would be put into practice later. I needed to pay attention.

The guy behind me tapped me on the shoulder. "Hey, do you have an extra pen? Every single one of mine has decided to run out of ink."

Private Carlos Vazquez. He was a stocky guy, about my height. He always killed it in the obstacle course, and he was an excellent marksman. I didn't know him very well. He was in a different area of the barracks from me, so we hadn't had an opportunity to talk.

"Sure, yeah." I handed him a pen.

"Thanks."

Those were the most words we had ever shared.

As I was sitting there, listening, my mind wandered. Back to my last sexual encounter before entering the military. I'd had a hell of a night out in preparation, knowing full well I would pay the price the next day when basic training started. I had brought two women home with me that night. They had worn me out. My cock had never seen that much action in one night.

My cock twitched at the memory. I snapped my attention back to the instruction being relayed. It took every bit of concentration I had going to make my cock behave. I was relieved when the class was over, and we were ordered to complete a one-mile run to burn off steam.

Dinner was quiet. I sat with my usual crew. Everyone was tired. We would be hitting the sheets hard tonight. When ten at night finally made its appearance, we were ready for it.

I hauled off my uniform, stored it, and crashed onto my bunk. I was asleep in moments, but my dreams plagued me. Images of fucking women and getting blow jobs in back alleys clung to my mind. I awoke to a harder than steel cock. One that needed to be drained. I had to pee.

I climbed out of bed and headed for the washroom. By the time I got there, my cock had calmed down somewhat, but the sexual images were still there, dancing around in my head.

My cock hardened again, but I decided to try my luck anyway and stepped up to a urinal. I turned at the sound of someone coming into the room behind me. It was Carlos. He looked as sleep deprived as I felt. He nodded at me and took the urinal two down from me.

I didn't mean to peer over. But that was a thing, comparing your cock to other guys. I looked away. Carlos was having the same trouble as me. His cock was as stiff as a damned board.

Not sure why I started a conversation about it. "Tough being away from any action, hey?"

Carlos looked in my direction and smirked. "Glad I'm not the only one."

"Been having some wicked dreams. Can't seem to shake them."

"Same." Carlos appeared to give up, tucking his cock back in his briefs. He wandered over to one of the washroom stalls. "Gonna take care of this so I can piss and go back to sleep."

I looked down at my cock. Not a bad idea. I wasn't going to have any luck otherwise. I headed toward the stalls. Carlos was standing just inside one with the door still open.

"Wanna share?" he asked.