In the Navy we call it a "Love Sock", mine was lined with velvet and had a fur edge.

In army basic training, we were either too busy or too tired to jerk off, didn't even think about it! Then on the first weekend leave, a buddy and I went to town, got a motel room. Went out for a real meal, just had a good night doing "civilian" stuff. Crashed back at the motel, I woke up hard and jerked off, could hear him doing the same thing, but no contact. Next morning: "that was a good night, no?" "You got it, man!"

after that, most guys just jerked in their bunks, no big thing, nobody really talked about it.

Interesting thread. I once read that sexual relations (e.g.intercourse) are strictly forbidden in the military, whether with local civilian populations, or of course with other military personnel. But I've also heard that sex sometimes happens and is sometimes punished by Court Martial.

I've also heard that masturbation is technically illegal under military law. But that it's never enforced because it's literally unenforcable.

I didn't ask and I didn't tell.

I've never been in the military, but a friend of mine who was told me everyone just jacked in their bunk. Everyone did it and nobody made a big deal about it.

Don't know where you heard or read that, but it is all complete BS.

They just told us to wrap it and be picky when it came to sex. I know of no such UCMJ article that covers masturbation. The only thing that they could really get you for would Article 134, which is the catchall clause. Conduct unbecoming.

Lots of BS related to the subject probably. Like the one about the military putting something in the food that keeps the guys in basic training from getting horny. Supposedly it keeps them from getting hardons.

COOL! But now DADT is being phased out.

From my archives...I'm not the author! I found this story on the net about 16 years ago and saved it to my collection of true JO stories. Thought some of you might enjoy it.

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I guess it will surprise no one that ocean-going ships--especially military vessels, which go to sea for extended periods--can become vast theaters of assorted masturbatory practices. Almost two decades ago, I was a young Boatswain's Mate on a relatively small ship (about 3000 tons) in the USCG. Our deployments often took us out for as long a three months, and so a considerable degree of horniness was attained by the crew at large.

Of course, girlie magazines were part and parcel of shipboard life, and like many of my shipmates, I had basically two collections--one stack of magazines which I traded around as a sort of barter currency, and a few kept hidden away in a private stash, owing to their ability to arouse. For me, any shot in a magazine which showed a model with her hand positioned on or near her clit got me hot in no time (I was and am to this day preoccupied with female masturbation), and so I had a few cherished copies of PENTHOUSE and HUSTLER salted away for my masturbation sessions.

I lived in a berthing compartment which housed thirty men, so finding the privacy in which to indulge in some autoerotic prick pumping might seem a bit of a challenge. However, a system had emerged. Each of our bunks ( "racks" ) featured a set of blue curtains, ostensibly to keep us from being awakened by the overhead lights when we were entitled to sleep in--after midwatch, for instance, or on Holiday Routine--but their potential to provide a bit of seclusion in which to jack off could hardly have escaped randy guys like myself and my mates. A sort of crude signal evolved: when one of the worthless, napless white towels issued to us for the showers was hung outside the curtain, then it was regarded as a "Do Not Disturb; I'm Busy Beating Off" sign. Looking back, it seems really quite remarkable that this signal was so universally accepted and respected by, to be honest, a bunch of immature kids. I guess none of us wanted to have the tables turned on him later, so we never clowned around with trying to catch someone in the act.

Not that I didn't catch a couple anyway--strictly in line of duty. One of my duties while on watch was to rouse the oncoming watch section from their bunks at the time they requested in the Wake-Up Log. At night this job took me into all the berthing areas at what was, for most guys, prime meat-beating time. I had to move quietly out of respect for those in the compartment who were not going on watch, and a couple of times I either surprised someone in the act or arrived in time to see the evidence of his activities. I once descended into the Operations Berthing area on rounds and was assailed by the strong aroma of semen filling the compartment, as if all thirty men in there had been beating off that night, for that unmistakable scent (I had smelled my own a few thousand times) was far too strong to have been from one or two loads of spunk.

I once went into the engineering berthing compartment to wake up one of the snipes for watch and stumbled across George, the Machinist's Mate I was to awaken, flogging his cock in his bunk. I could see him quite clearly through a gap in his curtain, as he pumped his slippery erection with his left hand, a copy of PENTHOUSE in his right. I could see that he was jerking off to one of my favorite photos, of a cute blonde dragging her finger through her slit, her face a mask of pleasure. He was close by the time I got there and shortly his strokes sped up and he shot his load onto his abdomen with a few stifled grunts which I could just hear above the throb of the engines. I waited a little longer, to give him time to collect himself, then opened and closed the watertight door again so that he would know I had come in.

He was feigning sleep when I peered into his bunk, and I woke him up as if nothing had happened. I had never seen another person masturbate in reality, and though I am a straight person sexually, the sexual energy of that moment had an arousing effect on me, and I masturbated later that night imagining that scene, and also fantasizing about a circle jerk in which my friends and I all jacked off to dirty movies together. I like the idea of group masturbation because it diminishes the one drawback to this otherwise wonderful sport--it is a solitary activity and prone to loneliness.

Nah drill instructors screaming at you at all hours is an excellent hardon preventer.

Four man barracks rooms for me in korea we just openly jo in our beds

wow you do? damn it

WOW! ... You should get a patent on that!

Why did you turn your backs to eachother...your a fucking soldiere..you both should of manned up and jacked with eachother

When I joined the USAF in the spring of 1957 and reported in for basic training, I saw that it was going to be difficult to get in very much JO time, with the no-partition toilets in the barracks. After a few weeks of no jacking and at least one "wet dream", there came a time when we had a little more "free" time and could get to the Airmans Service Club, that had toilet stalls. I know that several of us used that time to advantage and got our rocks off in private at last. After basic training, and off to some permanant assignment, we had no trouble
jacking or connecting with women when needed.