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In the quiet of the night, a lone soldier in his barracks can't shake the itch. Still dressed in his worn jeans, he reaches down, feeling the outline of his hardening cock. He unzips, letting it spring free, and begins to pump, his fist working in tandem with his hips. The room fills with his ragged breaths, his moans echoing off the bare walls. He's close, his body tensing, his grip tightening. With a final, desperate thrust, he comes, his hot cum splattering onto his jeans, leaving a damp, sticky patch that he'll have to explain in the morning.