"Private, don't just stand there. Drop and give me 50. Wait make that 200. This call will take a while," Winslow ordered.
"Sir, yes, sir!" Chad said dropping to the floor.
"Ahem, private, you're forgetting a couple things?"
"Uh. Sir? I don't th-"
"Attention!"
Chad leapt to his feet, went to attention and saluted. That was it he forgot to salute!
"Sir, yes, sir. Sorry I forgot to salute before commencing push-ups, sir."
"That's okay, soldier," the Commander said squeezing Chad's right shoulder, "You're still in training recruit. After JROTC, you'll go to West Point. Army will love having you on their football team."
The warmth of his commanding officer's hand squeezing his shoulder made Chad hard. He wished he hadn't gone commando now. His orders only specified his uniform, it hadn't mentioned underwear, so he hadn't worn any.
Winslow either didn't notice Chad's tented cargo shorts or pretended not to notice.
He turned his back on Chad, and said, "when you do the push-ups be sure to wear your pack. And do 150 push-ups, then rest in the upright push-up position for ten minutes and do 100 more." As he sat down in his chair, Winslow picked up his phone. He looked up at the young man standing in uniform at attention in front of him. He suppressed a snicker as he noticed that the soldier's little soldier was also at attention. Chad's face was beet red. He must be so embarrassed, but a good soldier follows orders. The Commander cleared his throat, and said, "Soldier, begin push-ups!"
"Sir, yes, sir!" Chad saluted, grabbed his 60 lb pack put it on his back and dropped to the floor.
"One" clap. "Two" clap. "Three" clap.
The Commander smiled, and dialed the phone. Chad was proving an exemplary recruit. He watched Chad's perfect form, as his chest touched the floor, then he pushed back up, counted off, clapped his hands, and repeated.
Chad was in silent agony and ecstasy. His cock was harder than ever. Every time his chest hit the floor, his glans was slammed against the floor. He started to leak precum as his cock ground into the floor with each push-up.
"Hello. General, Winslow here. Principal Winslow. Yes, I have successfully recruited Chad and a half dozen other young men. We can now officially form a JROTC program.
"Yes, I'm sure the Congressman will be pleased. I suppose we will need to requisition some-"
Chad realized he shouldn't be eavesdropping. He focused on his push-ups. He grunted, "50. Chad decided he would wear a jockstrap from now on under his uniform. He had never considered push-ups a form of masturbation before. As he counted off, "150", and assumed the rest position. Chad was grateful for the break and the fact that his crotch remained hidden. He was now sporting a massive wet spot on his cargo shorts. He had blown at least 3 loads. His cock now that it wasn't grinding against the floor was starting to soften. With luck, the damp spot would be dried or mistaken for sweat stains by the time he finished the next hundred.
"Thank you, General. Without those dogtags, I doubt this would all be happening. Have a good day, sir, and thanks again." Winslow said. He saluted when the general hung up.
He did some paperwork, while uniformed Chad lay prone with his arms extended in the pushup position.
"151" grunted Chad.
Winslow checked his watch. Exactly ten minutes. Damn, he wish he had a set of dogtags for every student in the school.