Aston Springs, the rugged, uniformed soldier, finds himself alone in the barracks, craving release. He unzips, his thick, veiny cock springing free. He strokes, his calloused hands sliding up and down his rigid shaft. The room fills with the scent of man and sex as he picks up the pace, balls tightening. With a guttural groan, he cums, ropes of jizz painting his abs and the pristine military bedsheets.