The hose drills were routine, but somehow both Matt and I ended up soaked to the skin. Seemingly, the water pressure was ‘erratic’ today, leading to a lot of misdirected water and bucking hoses. I didn’t believe a word of it, but the older guys insisted it was true.

By the time two hours were up, Matt and I were both shivering with cold, and the Sub sent us off for an early shower while the rest of the guys cleared away the hoses. We didn’t argue and were naked and warming up beneath hot water before five minutes had passed. Once I’d stopped shivering, I let my eyes roam over Matt’s shining body. He’d been putting some work in at the gym recently. His muscles were becoming well-defined. I still had a long way to go before I would catch him.

“Like what you see?”

“I . . . um . . .” I mumbled. I hadn’t realized he’d seen me admiring him. “Sure. Yeah,” I managed finally.

“Want some?” He sauntered across to me with confidence in his stride. My jaw dropped. I couldn’t believe his nerve.

“But . . . the others. We can’t!” I stammered.

Matt slipped his arms around my neck and pressed his mouth against mine. Because it was only a kiss, I let it go.

I say ‘only a kiss’ — it was amazing. His mouth was hot against me. He smelled and tasted great. His lips rubbed across mine, and his tongue explored my mouth as if we were long-lost lovers. And I was already becoming hard again. The moment my rising cockhead brushed against his thigh, Matt’s hand slid down to investigate. His fingers curled around my swelling shaft to give it a firm squeeze. A moment later, he was pumping me, sliding his hand up and down my cock, which was still slick with body wash.

In a sudden panic, I broke our kiss. “Matt, the others—”

“Oh, I get it,” Matt said. “You’re shy.” He pinched my cheek. “That’s so adorable!”

“All right,” I confessed. “I’m shy. I’m not as bold as you guys. I’m not ready to be seen like this — not yet.” The sound of what might have been voices lent further urgency to my need to hide.

“We have to go!” I squeaked in panic.

“Oh, no. You’re not getting away from me now.” He glanced down at my erection and adopted a cutesy voice. “You and me going to have a little fun together, aren’t we? Who’s a big boy, then?”

I rolled my eyes and tried to slip past him. The voices were growing louder. For a terrible moment, I wondered if he’d hold me here until the rest of the watch arrived. They’d see me erect and know we’d been playing around.

“I need to go.”

“Then go we shall,” Matt declared. He turned away, heading for the open doorway that led from the showers. Unfortunately, he still had a tight grip on my cock.

He grabbed a towel from the rack as we passed, then turned sharply into a toilet cubicle. Unable to do anything else, I trotted in too and squeezed up beside him as he pushed the door closed and locked it. A moment later, the rest of Green Watch shambled past. I held my breath until they’d all entered the shower room, then released the breath as a long, slow sigh.

“See — no problem,” Matt said.

I tried to shush him, but with the showers all starting up, I don’t think anyone would have heard him anyway. As I remained tense, listening to the guys chatter less than ten steps away, Matt playfully patted me dry — beginning with my stomach and working his way down.

“Ooo, you’re all wet!” he said, then engulfed my cock with his mouth.

I made a half-hearted attempt to push him away but gave up after he began to use his tongue on me. I tried to relax and enjoy the feeling. Part of me was still nervous at the thought of being found out.

The door next to ours squeaked open, then closed. The latch clicked into place, and a deep sigh filled the next cubicle. I was briefly grateful that the stalls were made of block and reached the floor. If they’d have been of flimsy wooden construction, with the six-inch gap at the base, then Matt’s feet would have been clearly visible to the visitor next door. But still, the slightest sound we made would be heard via the gap at the top of the six-foot block wall.