I deployed to Iraq in 2004. Our first stop was Camp Doha, Kuwait, which was a fairly safe and civilized place. It even had a small shoppette mall, a Subway and a Starbucks too. All Soldiers were quartered in these large maze-like warehouses filled with bunk beds where we could stay while we waited our turn to rotate into the combat zone. The warehouses were neither totally light nor dark. There were always lights on way overhead a few stories up, but the place was mostly shadows. I’ve never been a shy one, and I prefer to be naked. But my commander asked me to at least put on shorts and stop laying around naked. To be fair with that number of strange eyes on me I was likely to sport wood. So I had a pair of silkies I’d wear, two sizes too small of course. After the first day I came back to my (lower) bunk to find that my guys had hung up some ponchos to curtain off my bunk. Apparently they hadn’t enjoyed the jack off show I’d put on the night before as we bedded down.
On the second or third day I ran into a fuck buddy of mine, a Captain, that was running some things over at Camp Arifjan where they did the live-fire training. Doha was their regular weekly stop since Arifjan was more barebones. He was also a slut, a cock hound. He took me to a lesser used part of the camp so we could fuck around. Neither of us had lube, nor a lot of time so we did the best we could. I never did get it fully in his ass, which was a shame ‘cause he has a great ass. But he did let me know about the glory hole in the latrine closest to the PX area.
I headed there as soon as I was ready to go again, and he wasn’t kidding when he said it was a popular spot. I could tell that most of the guys in the stalls were lingering there for an open spot. The glory hole was located between the last two stalls at the end. When I got my turn, taking the second stall I found a shitter where the walls were covered in email address and base locations that guys were headed to, and a hole large enough to fit my cock and balls into, or most of the other guy’s face. He was waiting there. I could his nose and open mouth and everything was covered in cum, likely from the last guy, if not the last few. He was good. Despite getting off less than two hours before, he was such a good cocksucker that my second load of the day was bigger and better than the first. And while he sucked me, the guy in the stall behind me watched. Who doesn’t like putting on a show, am I right?
I went back again after dark, late at night. I had to wait a bit, but this time I got the last stall. More of the same writing, but I wasn’t sure where exactly I was headed, so not much use unless I wrote them all down. Had one guy sucking me off in a minute, but he got startled and left. The next one came in, sucked on my cock, but then pulled back and asked to join me in my stall. I let him. We were both still in uniform and he was a MSG. we fucked around for a bit but what I really wanted was to fuck him. I told him this. Well, it turned out that he was the NCOIC of the chow hall. He had me follow him back to the DFAC which was shut since it was now past midnight, and we went into an office he shared with a civilian. He had plenty of lube and we fucked for an hour or two on his desk, his coworker’s desk, and a couch they had in there. It was a good time. Turns out he was spending most of his nights getting fucked while on deployment, a benefit of being in a loading area for the War.
I had about two more nights at Doha, and I spent most of those nights in the Latrine getting sucked off and playing with other Marines and Soldiers. I heard they eventually shut the base down. It was such a good spot. I got plenty of other action during my deployment but never in such a concentrated manner.