I was exhausted from all of the work and training we had today in boot camp.

My Drill Sergeant, Sergeant Jack, said I was slow during the jog this afternoon.  As punishment, I was told that I had to clean the bathrooms of the barracks tonight after we took a shower.

When we were released, we all headed for the showers.  The showers of boot camp were really the only thing I did like about boot camp so far.  It was filled with the same hot and sweaty men that I spent all day with, EXCEPT they were naked.

Yes, I spent 45 minutes each night with 25 naked men, washing off every inch of their body making sure to remove the sweat and grime from the heavy workout of the day.

I was pretty lucky with the group of guys that were in my barrack.  There was a mixture of all types of men in my platoon – short, tall, muscular, lean, hairy, and smooth.  About the only thing that our group had in common was the military buzzcut that we each received when we arrived...

Well tonight I finished my shower quickly and headed to the bathrooms.  Everyone else was climbing into their bunks, and I had to go clean the toilets for the next couple of hours.

I changed into a fresh army T-shirt, boxers, camouflage pants, and my combat boots.  “Damn,” I said to myself.  “This sucks, and tomorrow is going to be hell.”

Well I got the mop bucket and cleaning supplies from the bathroom closet and started cleaning.  I cleaned the mirrors, the sinks, and swept the floor of the restroom.  When I started mopping, the door opened.

It was my Drill Sergeant.  What was he doing here?  I guess he came to check on me and make sure I was doing my job.  He wasn't in his uniform though.  He was wearing ONLY a white T –shirt and his white military boxers.

I quickly snapped to attention and threw my hand into the salute position.  “Sir!” I said.

Sergeant Jack returned my salute and started to look around.

“Lookin' good soldier.  Looks like you were built to clean toilets,” he said.  “Fall out and proceed.  I just have to piss.”

“Sir, yes sir!” I exclaimed.

I fell out of attention and continued mopping.

Sergeant Jack walked up to the urinal and stood with his back to me.

He was gorgeous.  Sergeant Jack was probably about 32 years old, stood 6’1”, and weighed about 220.  He had a black flat top, no facial hair, and was well tanned, since he spent so much time outside.

In his uniform I couldn’t tell that much about his body.  In nothing but a T-shirt and boxers, I could.  His T-shirt was tight and I could see the lines outlining the muscles in his back.  His shoulders and back were broad and his waist was narrow so it created a perfect V.  His legs were covered in black hair, and his ass was round and full.

I continued mopping, but my dick was starting to get hard.  Thankfully in camouflage pants you could never tell.  I heard the urinal flush and looked up at the drill sergeant.  When he turned around, his boxer shorts were sticking straight out.  It wasn’t from a limp dick either.  His boxers were sticking out at least 6 inches of so.  HE had a hard on.

“Well private,” he said.  “There’s a couple of rules you need to know here.  I’m sure you’ve heard of  ‘Don’t ask; Don’t tell?’”  I nodded my head yes.

“The way we do it in our barrack...” he paused.  “We do favors for our group.  You do me a favor and I do you a favor.  You do me favors and I ‘don’t tell.’  I do you favors and you ‘don’t tell.’  You understand?” he asked.......

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