Basic training or boot camp question

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I watched this documentary on Army boot camp, and I have just one question. When does one pleasure themselves? I'm serious about his. Of course, I would never volunteer for something like that, but I can't even imagine. First, I could never get up at 7 am, or run everywhere or do pushups, and the food looked dreadful too, but seriously, when does one pleasure themselves? I would probably just lay down on the bed and do it, but it a good question for other people who went through it to ask. I mean I could I guess just get one of the sergeants to suck or blow me off, but that might get to be a pain when I'm horny five minutes later, or maybe my girlfriend could come along. I don't really know why I'm obsessing over this, since it will never be me. But I would really like to know.
 
With the heavy workload you are far too tired at lights out. Plus they put saltpeter in the food which kills your sexual urges.
 
With the heavy workload you are far too tired at lights out. Plus they put saltpeter in the food which kills your sexual urges.

Myth.

Salpeter does not suppress sexual urges and no the military does not use it.

Fact is you are too sleep deprived, physical exhausted, and stressed out. This leads to stupid people wondering why the soldier does not salute on his own as often. Which then leads to stupid excuses.

Even then, when you pull fireguard stay out of the the shitter, shower, and do not pay attention to the movement in the bunks. And for gods sake NEVER pick up someones dress socks....
 
Depends if your in the Pansy Platoon or the Snowflake Squad. But don't worry modern DIs (Diversity Instructors) will keep your plumbing in shape.
 
With the heavy workload you are far too tired at lights out. Plus they put saltpeter in the food which kills your sexual urges.
No they don't put saltpeter in food.There is no scientific evidence that saltpeter (potassium nitrate) has ANY effect on one's libido either to raise or lower it. And consuming too much potassium nitrate can cause health problems like anemia,methemglobinemia(a blood disease),headaches,nausea,kidney damage and a dangerous spike in blood pressure. And potassium nitrate in food makes it unfit for human consumption. So if it doesn't lower male libido,causes health problems and makes food unfit to eat then why would they use it?
 
With the heavy workload you are far too tired at lights out. Plus they put saltpeter in the food which kills your sexual urges.

The Straight Dope:

The official word is that potassium nitrate (KNO3), more commonly employed as an ingredient in gunpowder, has no therapeutic value as an anaphrodisiac, contrary to legend. Cecil of course believes this. Still, when you look at what the stuff does do, you can see where the idea got started. Saltpeter can cause relaxation of involuntary muscle fiber (for which reason it's used to treat asthma) and it's occasionally prescribed to lower body temperature in cases of fever. From there it's not much of a leap to think that "niter," as it was called in the old days, might cure "sexual fever," and in fact a few doctors urged it for that purpose centuries ago.

From what I can tell the idea wasn't taken too seriously, but apparently sailors in the British navy leapt to conclusions when they learned that potassium nitrate was being used to preserve the meat used aboard their ships. Ever since the inmates of almost any large all-male institution, ranging from boarding schools to the army, have been convinced that the higher-ups were slipping the stuff into the mashed potatoes (or whatever) to cool the jets of the rank and file. During the world wars, for example, it was widely believed that government-issue cigarettes were soaked in saltpeter.

The truth is that even the most tyrannical general wouldn't inflict the stuff on his men if he expected them to be of any use — too many side effects. Among other things potassium nitrate can cause gastroenteritis (violent stomachache), high blood pressure, anemia, kidney disease, and general weakness and torpor. It also has an alarmingly depressive effect on the heart. Too strong a dose and not only would you not be able to get it up, chances are you wouldn't be able to get up, period. All in all, there's still no substitute for the cold shower.

— Cecil Adams
 
It was a joke. Back in the 80s when I did basic it was a semi-rumour. The exhaustion and other shit to worry about will keep your hand off your cock for 10-12 weeks or so. There is liberty though. After the 7th week we got out and went to Halifax for the weekend. Lots of opportunities to get your dick wet.
 
I just had an idea. I could cut a hole in the top bed, and sick my dick through it, and the sergeants underneath would have to jerk me off. I could command them to: Hut one, two, three. Hut one, two, three. Faster. Faster. Faster. The sergeants and captains would all hate me so. And if they try to give me an order, well they don't know very well if they would have the nerve to give me an order. "Faster on my dick, sergeant, or I'll have to speak to your supervisor: I could say.
 
I just had an idea. I could cut a hole in the top bed, and sick my dick through it, and the sergeants underneath would have to jerk me off. I could command them to: Hut one, two, three. Hut one, two, three. Faster. Faster. Faster. The sergeants and captains would all hate me so. And if they try to give me an order, well they don't know very well if they would have the nerve to give me an order. "Faster on my dick, sergeant, or I'll have to speak to your supervisor: I could say.

We had a sergeant with a speech impediment. Spoke like Elmer Fudd. Scariest individual I have ever met. An officer raise a finger and 3 master corporals are all over you dragging you away to close detention.

I understand basic has gotten quite a bit easier in the last 30 years but I doubt very much dissing senior NCOs and officers is approved of.
 
I just had an idea. I could cut a hole in the top bed, and sick my dick through it, and the sergeants underneath would have to jerk me off. I could command them to: Hut one, two, three. Hut one, two, three. Faster. Faster. Faster. The sergeants and captains would all hate me so. And if they try to give me an order, well they don't know very well if they would have the nerve to give me an order. "Faster on my dick, sergeant, or I'll have to speak to your supervisor: I could say.

Turn on your PM, slave. If you want to serve Me (His Highness and Power Master Greg) and Goddess Tiffany, then you are not starting off well. We don't put up with stupid worms like you. Shit, are you going to be stupid too when you are waiting on us and fanning us? It's up and down and up and down, you moron. Well, what are you waiting on?

Power Master Greg?

A little prick like you wouldn't last a day.
 
I watched this documentary on Army boot camp, and I have just one question. When does one pleasure themselves? I'm serious about his. Of course, I would never volunteer for something like that, but I can't even imagine. First, I could never get up at 7 am, or run everywhere or do pushups, and the food looked dreadful too, but seriously, when does one pleasure themselves? I would probably just lay down on the bed and do it, but it a good question for other people who went through it to ask. I mean I could I guess just get one of the sergeants to suck or blow me off, but that might get to be a pain when I'm horny five minutes later, or maybe my girlfriend could come along. I don't really know why I'm obsessing over this, since it will never be me. But I would really like to know.

With the heavy workload you are far too tired at lights out. ...

For once, I and the Canuck agree on something.

And I will add, the only thing you have to worry about is what to do with a nocturnal emission in the morning, how the fuck do you hide a thing like that...
 
I watched this documentary on Army boot camp, and I have just one question. When does one pleasure themselves? I'm serious about his. Of course, I would never volunteer for something like that, but I can't even imagine. First, I could never get up at 7 am, or run everywhere or do pushups, and the food looked dreadful too, but seriously, when does one pleasure themselves? I would probably just lay down on the bed and do it, but it a good question for other people who went through it to ask. I mean I could I guess just get one of the sergeants to suck or blow me off, but that might get to be a pain when I'm horny five minutes later, or maybe my girlfriend could come along. I don't really know why I'm obsessing over this, since it will never be me. But I would really like to know.

From the time you get to basic until you graduate you never have time to pleasure yourself.

First, you don't get up at 7 am, you get up at 5 am.

Then you are on the go, go, go for the rest of the day. The only time you get to sit is at chow. Then that's only 15 minutes.

And if you think you DI will blow you...think again...you'll probably wind up blowing him.

And no visitors while you're in boot camp.

And you quick march or double time it everywhere.

They may take snowflakes, but they turn out real men.
 
It was a joke. Back in the 80s when I did basic it was a semi-rumour. The exhaustion and other shit to worry about will keep your hand off your cock for 10-12 weeks or so. There is liberty though. After the 7th week we got out and went to Halifax for the weekend. Lots of opportunities to get your dick wet.

You had it fucking soft.

When I was a "green" Marine (a reference to the Gomer Pyle uniforms) you were in boot for three fucking months with no breaks...

;)

And that's just the Marines! Not Recon or OCS.
 
There is liberty though.

Not on Sand Hill there isn't.

The only thing awaiting recruits there is the tree of woe and a round brown looking to find out whoz gonna bitch out and take the walk of shame.

After the 7th week we got out and went to Halifax for the weekend. Lots of opportunities to get your dick wet.

LOL....of course there are, that's why you're called a POG. :D

You had it fucking soft.

When I was a "green" Marine (a reference to the Gomer Pyle uniforms) you were in boot for three fucking months with no breaks...

;)

And that's just the Marines! Not Recon or OCS.

Or airborne or any other schools an overachieving hard ass might have signed up for. I was in school for damn near my first whole year before I got to my first unit.....which was surprisingly even more savage than the schools. :cool:

Careful what you ask for in MEPS kids, because you'll get it and it will hurt real real bad. :cool:
 
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...Or airborne or any other schools an overachieving hard ass might have signed up for. I was in school for damn near my first whole year before I got to my first unit.....which was surprisingly even more savage than the schools. :cool:

Careful what you ask for in MEPS kids, because you'll get it and it will hurt real real bad. :cool:

Thank Buddha that my MOS was weather...

;) ;)

It could have been so much worse.
 
I watched this documentary on Army boot camp, and I have just one question. When does one pleasure themselves? I'm serious about his. Of course, I would never volunteer for something like that, but I can't even imagine. First, I could never get up at 7 am, or run everywhere or do pushups, and the food looked dreadful too, but seriously, when does one pleasure themselves? I would probably just lay down on the bed and do it, but it a good question for other people who went through it to ask. I mean I could I guess just get one of the sergeants to suck or blow me off, but that might get to be a pain when I'm horny five minutes later, or maybe my girlfriend could come along. I don't really know why I'm obsessing over this, since it will never be me. But I would really like to know.

you could put your Pee Pee in an RPG and push the button:)
 
Thank Buddha that my MOS was weather...

;) ;)

It could have been so much worse.


I'd be a liar if I said there weren't days I thought about re-classifying or dropping my WOCS packet like a boss and heading to B'ama for some whirley bird schoolin'.

If I didn't get selected on my 2nd run through SFAS I almost certainly would have....

Retirement ain't bad though :cool:
 
I'd be a liar if I said there weren't days I thought about re-classifying or dropping my WOCS packet like a boss and heading to B'ama for some whirley bird schoolin'.

If I didn't get selected on my 2nd run through SFAS I almost certainly would have....

Retirement ain't bad though :cool:

I agree.

There was a time when I was forced to stand, on the phone, in a pouring rain to spot tornadoes in a hurricane...

~because I was from KANSAS~

There was no possibly tornado activity and I told the CO that I was coming in to get dry.

He asked me, "Do you want to spend 20 years in Fort Leavenworth?"

As much as I love KANSAS, the answer to that question was "No..."
 
In the shower with the other cunts, I suppose.

LOL....I don't think I got more than 20 seconds for a shower until like the last few weeks of it.

Getting hit with a fire hose on the parade field was about as close to jerk off time in the shower as it got.

I agree.

There was a time when I was forced to stand, on the phone, in a pouring rain to spot tornadoes in a hurricane...

~because I was from KANSAS~

There was no possibly tornado activity and I told the CO that I was coming in to get dry.

He asked me, "Do you want to spend 20 years in Fort Leavenworth?"

As much as I love KANSAS, the answer to that question was "No..."

Savage :cool:
 
LOL....I don't think I got more than 20 seconds for a shower until like the last few weeks of it.

Getting hit with a fire hose on the parade field was about as close to jerk off time in the shower as it got.

The Army (or was it the USMC in your case?) appears to have some rather odd notions about hygiene. How do the DIs bear the smell of the recruits?!
 
One time I was issued an M-16, fully locked and loaded, and sent out to the end of a runway to guard a C-130...

This was after the tornado event.

;) ;)

24+ hours later, someone finally remembered that I was out there. Damn, I was pissed, but I was smart enough to keep my mouth shut. I mean, unlike you, no one was actually shooting at me...
 
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