The wind was still bad but not bad enough to keep me from going anywhere. For now I ignored his loud snoring, grabbed my laundry and headed out again. He walked around without a shirt so I'd seen his abs plenty of times and often dreamed of what he looked like without pants. He was built like a fitness model with arms like tree trunks, a wide V-shaped back, and an ass as hard and smooth as polished steel. He was tall - somewhere around 6'1' or 6'2'. The good thing about him though was he gave me masturbation fodder. The only good thing about him is that he was good to look at. He was actually a nice guy, just cocky and dumb. He was just kind of ignorant and focused way too much on himself. My roommate wasn't a bad guy but I didn't particularly care for him too much. We had a bar on base, but a three beer limit so it didn't amount to much except a way to de-stress a bit. Probably taking a post-work nap so that he could hit the gym and bar later tonight. My bunkmate, Bran (his last name), was passed out on the top, snoring away at 9 in the evening. I threw my jacket and hat into my locker. I finally reached the barracks and went straight to my bunk. The wind was bad, but I'd been through much worse. I trudged down the sidewalk, shielding my face from the sandy wind.
