The barracks were quiet - too quiet. He felt the primal need rising. The uniform felt restrictive, adding to the pressure. He found a moment of freedom in the toilet, a hidden pleasure zone. The pleasure intensified. Thoughts of yaoi manga fueled his passion. He imagined a audience of admirers. His thick member throbbed. The tension built. Finally, the waves of pleasure. He cleaned himself, the secret act now a memory. Later, he imagined outdoor encounters. His mind drifted to other hot servicemen. He knew this passion would never fade.