I really appreciate some of you sharing your stories regarding Tuesday's post. Here's a bit of my experience.
It was the early '70s and I was headed for boot camp. Excited to get out from under an abusive father and scared to death of what I'd gotten myself into. I'd spent the entirety of my pubescent life stroking cocks with my brother and our buddies.
I remember the guys in the locker rooms and showers at school. Joking around was ok...
But, start to get a hard-on at any point
and the accusations began. And, God forbid, your cock bloomed into a complete boner.
What in the world would happen in the military, housed with a bunch of young men - whose hormones still raged; sleeping 3 feet apart,
showering together, pissing together; naked together so much of the time?
I needn't have worried. Guys wandered the halls in the nude, they hung out in the Day Room to play pool, cards, ping-pong, or watch TV naked, sunbathed with it all hanging out. Yes, we stole glances at one another's cocks. Yes, some of us got hard-on's, not only in the showers but simply sitting and watching M.A.S.H. Yes, we all woke up with wood.
Thankfully, a bunch were unafraid of admitting to whacking off all the time. Some, like my first bunkmate at my first assignment, would stroke and cum in front of one another.
In my entire time (10 years) in the military only one guy got thrown out for homosexual activity. The guy he approached was a good buddy of mine, who politely rebuffed the initial advance. Yeah, my buddy admitted he'd popped a solid boner in the shower, like we all do from time to time, and thought nothing of it. If the persistent crotch grabbing with, "Let me take care of that for you," hadn't happened, my buddy would've let it go.
We all must remember that not every hard-on is about wanting (needing) to get one's rocks off.