In August '84 I was recruited by the navy for 'la colimba' along with thousands of adolescent male youths from all over the nation. Being gay or behaving like it was shameful, a stigma of the sick... that's why my behavior was expected of a boy my age. Shower time, the abusive punishments where they made us undress and dance, were for me; magnificent opportunities to discover and spy on the crew of my colimba comrades, even those of my superiors like Chief Ariel Masa who would stroll naked through the barracks every night before sleeping, flaunting all the splendor of his manhood, swaying from side to side with a thick cock that drew an arc of flesh falling heavily onto the pouch of a pair of eggs that made a big cock look good.
Each night during his guard duty would come out of the office completely naked illuminated by the sleep lights blue that allowed in the twilight to observe the detail when the sight got used to it; Masita knowing discreetly that I was his fan, would let his cock shine with a medium erection as he passed through my sector, that cock could be appreciated headless and spongy.
A sexual apparatus well masculine; there was a lot of repressed gay in those 'companies'; after three months of confinement, all that testosterone was bursting out in demonstrations of masculinity and exhibitionism. It was paradise for a voyeur like me, a passionate onlooker of foreign buttocks.
After several months of confinement, my tactic was to make myself the fatal hetero stud and in free time I would recount to my fellow inmates in detail about my 'pussy sessions', my mates reacted to the chat with terrible erections well visible.
I would make myself the 'distraido' and laugh with my buddy, encouraging them to let loose in that heat as it came, whether it was crossed-handed masturbation, blowjobs... whatever emerged from that solitude that resulted from those boring and endless guards.
Each night during his guard duty would come out of the office completely naked illuminated by the sleep lights blue that allowed in the twilight to observe the detail when the sight got used to it; Masita knowing discreetly that I was his fan, would let his cock shine with a medium erection as he passed through my sector, that cock could be appreciated headless and spongy.A sexual apparatus well masculine; there was a lot of repressed gay in those 'companies'; after three months of confinement, all that testosterone was bursting out in demonstrations of masculinity and exhibitionism. It was paradise for a voyeur like me, a passionate onlooker of foreign buttocks.After several months of confinement, my tactic was to make myself the fatal hetero stud and in free time I would recount to my fellow inmates in detail about my 'pussy sessions', my mates reacted to the chat with terrible erections well visible.I would make myself the 'distraido' and laugh with my buddy, encouraging them to let loose in that heat as it came, whether it was crossed-handed masturbation, blowjobs... whatever emerged from that solitude that resulted from those boring and endless guards.
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