"Are many of them still waiting?" Nate asked as he removed the small pouch of toiletries from his locker.
The communal bathroom at the end of the corridor was shared by around fifty military recruits, all living on the same floor. Those assigned to the bunk right next to it often rushed in first to claim the showers before the others could.
"There wasn't anyone when I came out," his bunkmate James replied, scrubbing his hair from across the room.
Thank god. It was Nate's cue to head to the bathroom.
It has been another exhausting, sweaty day of military training. The sweat on Nate's lean body had dried off since the scorching afternoon, but he felt sticky and irritable.
Wearing nothing but his black boxers, Nate shoved his feet into the flip flops that sat at the corner under his bed. He headed out the door and past the two neighbouring bunks in quick pace, guessing that a line might have built up after James' bath.
He turned in and was relieved to see that it didn't happen. Instead of breathing a sigh of relief, Nate's heart jumped. Someone was standing right before him, his toiletries, towel and clothing hanging on one arm.
The eight shower cubicles, all lined up in a row deep inside the bathroom, were occupied. Two nearly naked soldiers were waiting in line: Ian, the dark-skinned introvert whom Nate has pretty much ignored since Day 1, and Wilfred, his personal eye candy.
Nate had been eyeing Wilfred guiltily for two whole months. Although shorter than the average soldier in their platoon, he was a handsome young man, with an adorable button nose and round eyes.
Nate loved looking at him. His heartwarming and boyish smile whenever he laughed with his friends. The groovy rhythm of his body whenever he jogged or ran (Nate sometimes jogged behind him for motivation). Wilfred seemed like a really cool dude.
Noticing Nate's arrival, Wilfred titled his head slightly and smiled weakly. Nate returned the same expression and quickly looked away, his nerves getting the better of him.
Interestingly enough, they never spoke much since enlisting in the army two months ago. They never clicked, probably since Nate fantasized about him too much to become a normal friend. They weren't going to start chatting just because they were in the same line in the bathroom.
The only clothing Wilfred was wearing were his blue briefs. Nate gazed at his body through the reflection of the mirror at the nearby sink. It was thrilling to seeing him show more skin. His chest would have looked better had it been thicker, but its modest size complemented his compact, lean body. His thighs were muscular, supporting his cute, round ass.
Nate eyed the guy from top to waist, stopping only at the pubes that unintentionally stuck out from his comrade's briefs. It was a thick bunch of black hair that made Nate's cock stiffen. How he wished he could just lick him there and then.
Unsuspectingly, Nate continued to admire Wilfred's pubes through the mirror. He was engrossed in a fantasy of the two of them. It caught him slightly off guard when Wilfred suddenly put his fingers in his briefs, appearing to adjust them.
His train of thought broken, Nate quickly looked away, afraid that his comrade had realized. He glanced back and saw that Wilfred's entire hand was now inside his briefs. He was scratching his crotch.
The fifth shower door opened with a creak and one of their fellow soldiers walked out, a towel wrapped around his waist. Oblivious, he passed Nate and Wilfred to exit the bathroom, Simultaneously, Ian claimed the cubicle, closing the door behind him.
Wilfred stepped forward in line, as did Nate behind him. His new position was now reflected in the mirror, although Nate didn't know that. He was too engrossed checking Wilfred out.
A moment later, Wilfred removed his hand from his briefs. Nate wondered what his fingers must smell like. Probably the musky, sweaty odour of a soldier's cock at the end of an exhausting day.
Nate looked down and gazed at Wilfred's ass next. It was right in front of his own crotch. Although completely covered by his briefs, it still looked delicious, screaming "use me". If only I could fuck you, Nate thought with a subtle, half-frustrated smirk.
From the corner of his eye, Nate noticed that Wilfred had put his hand back into his briefs. He looked into the reflection and saw that Wilfred was probably adjusting the position of his dick.
Blood rushed into Nate's own dick, enlarging it until his boxers began to bulge unabashedly. Nate observed as Wilfred tried to settle his tool in a more comfortable position. He clenched his fist and stretched lower, pulling his briefs downward and inadvertently revealing more of his pubes.
Nate gulped. His heart skipped a beat when he saw that Wilfred was looking back at him through the mirror.
Nate's eyes darted away. His heart rate was frantic. Fuck. Did he realize I was checking out his crotch?
Inch by inch, Nate's eyes turned back towards the mirror. Wilfred was still looking at him. His expression was that of amusement, with his smile crooked to one side.
Wilfred squinted at him, then winked.
Nate felt a heavy thump in his chest. The guy just winked.
Wilfred's eyes rolled downwards. He scanned Nate's nearly naked body. His eyes stopped at Nate's crotch, pleased with the fully erected dick hiding under his boxers. Wilfred smiled devilishly and subtly licked one side of his upper lip.
