"Hey lads," said the barman. "There's a room next door you might like to use."
"Oh yeah?" responded Mark, casting a lustful eye over Ron who was stroking the pent-up bulge in his fatigue pants. He could see his mates Dean and Andy were doing likewise to Ron's buddies Rick and Alex.
"Yeah," said the barman. "Do what you want in there... but before you go in, have a drink on me." He gestured to six shot glasses he'd lined up on the counter.
"What are you giving us now?" Mark asked, tugging at his white uniform shorts. Though they'd split slightly at the seam, they were still pretty uncomfortable.
"It's called a Bull Roarer," the guy grinned, eyeing them up and down. "And it'll give you a lot more than fur..."
"Okay, why not?" the lads answered. Taking the glasses, they headed for the door he'd indicated.
"But wait till you're in there before drinking them!" he advised, still smiling broadly.
His last view of the guys as they left the bar was of six muscled and rounded butts - three barely contained by tight army pants, and three jutting strongly in white sailors' shorts.
Licking his lips, he turned on the CCTV monitor hidden behind the bar.
This was going to be good!