I sat down on his lap. I put my arm around his neck. I didn't say a word."To what do I owe the pleasure?" You're my guy. I want to spend some time wit... you." But you're just sitting here." With you."He thought a moment, smiled, turned us from his computer and kissed me. I kissed him back. It lasted a few minutes."How about we go to bed early tonight? We could both use a good night's sleep."I smiled and got up from his lap."Lead the way, Dr. Goldberg. Your wish is my ... wish." I didn't know if. After that, you were home free. You could throw back the covers and fap away, but you still had to be discrete. No enthusiastic slapping sounds or loud vocalizing when you came. There were seven other guys in the building with you. Not going into town to fuck the local women was suspect. I never did. Back then, sexual leanings much less sexual activity, could get you a court-martial and dishonorable discharge.Barracks was a misnomer. It was a WW II-era Quonset hut divided into eight cubicles.. I put my lube in the box, and took the box with me as I left. I snapped at Heather as I walked by her, motioning for her to follow me. As we walked to my car, I watched her gorgeous body jiggle. At my car, I handed her the keys and the box, saying ?Well? Put the box back.??Yes, Sir!? She replied cheerfully. Her legs and firm, smooth ass looked delicious as she rounded the blue Buick. She opened the trunk and set the box in, shutting the trunk. She came back around my side and stopped in. If I did, they could probably see my feet. But I was stuck in the room until someone else came in, so I could exit undetected in his shadow. I drifted VERY slowly back to the trough urinal hoping that I wouldn’t make a noise that got me detected. That got me a little visibility through the stall doors, but I, too, would be exposed, if they were looking.They weren’t. After a few moments of silence, the guy in the near stall started jacking off — I could hear him. Then he stopped, leaned up, and.