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A lone soldier, hidden in a secluded corner of the military base, struggles with his arousal. His uniform, once a symbol of pride and duty, now feels like a restraint, his cock throbbing painfully against his jockstrap. With a quick glance around, he unzips his fly, pushing his hand inside to grip his twitching cock. The fabric of his jockstrap is damp with his pre-cum, the friction of his strokes sending jolts of pleasure through him. His uniform, once crisp and clean, is now rumpled and sweat-stained, a testament to his growing need. His strokes become faster, more urgent, his breath coming in short gasps. With a final, shuddering groan, he spills his load, his cum soaking through his jockstrap, leaving a wet spot on his uniform. Panting, he zips up, his body spent, but his mind still racing with the forbidden thrill of his solo indulgence.