In the privacy of his barracks, a strapping soldier, unburdened by the watchful eyes of his comrades, drops his trousers to reveal a monstrous cock. He strokes it with a practiced hand, his grip tight, his pace steady. His eyes flutter closed as he imagines the touch of a lover, his breath hitching as his strokes become more urgent. His body tenses, his abs clenching as he nears his climax. With a guttural groan, he spurts his load, the thick ropes of cum painting his hand and the floor beneath him.