Having the Duty Ch. 01

Charlie

By William Monroe

Roger met Charlie and Bill at one of the scores of bars in the Adams Morgan section of Washington, D. C., on a rainy Saturday afternoon in April. He was the only person seated at the bar when they ran in to escape a sudden cloudburst. A glance at the two almost perfectly matched, about six-foot-tall young guys with hairless faces and "High and Tight" haircuts made Roger think they were Marines. However, given what hair on guys their age was like then, they might not be. In this case, though, his nose for military meat hadn't sniffed wrong.

As often happens when only two or three people are seated at a bar and some sort of game is playing on an overhead screen, Roger and the young Marines introduced themselves before long. Lance Corporal Charles L. Benton from Ohio and Corporal William C. Kennington from Connecticut were stationed, they said, at the Marine Barracks at 8th and I Streets SE.

When military men drink too much, some do so to forget things, and others tell war stories. Charlie was the talkative sort. In 2006, our war built on lies -- that Iraq had weapons of mass destruction, which, in reality, Iraq never had -- was far from over. Battles were still being fought; Americans, mostly young men, and Iraqis were still dying needlessly while corporations got richer, and there were war stories to tell. That proved out when Charlie announced that he had been awarded the Navy Cross for valor during the Battle of Ramadi. Although he knew everything the boy said was bullshit and was disappointed that the young grunt, even when a bit drunk, was stealing valor, Roger expressed appropriate surprise and respect. Roger knew Charlie couldn't have been at the Battle of Ramadi; it had just happened. Naughty boy, he thought, as he took in the details of Charlie's handsome young face. The Corps and Charlie's buddies would frown on what he'd just done. Roger reminded himself to spank young Lance Corporal Benton's perky young Marine ass for being such a lowlife before he fucked it later on.

That thought had barely cleared Roger's mind when Bill, seated closest, leaned over and almost whispered, "You know more about the military than most guys, don't you?"

"Why do you say that?" Roger asked, smiling.

"You knew what the Navy Cross is and that Charlie just bull shitted you."

"Yes, I do know what the Navy Cross is, and, well, yeah, since fighting in Ramadi just ended -- anybody who watched the news knows that -- I'm pretty sure he wasn't there. And then there's that you two look like a matched pair, and you're here in D. C., which, having lived here a while, means to me that you're Honor Guard, Silent Drill, or some other ceremonial detachment. And finally, they make a big thing about giving someone a medal like the Navy Cross. Even if he was nominated for it, which he wasn't, there's no way he would have received it by now," Roger replied, smiling. Then he added, without smiling, "You should tell your buddy it's not cool or funny to go around saying things like that about having been awarded a medal, especially in a battle where so many guys were killed or didn't walk away the same from."

By the time the rain stopped an hour later, Roger and the Marines had gotten to know each other real well. Since it was getting close to 4 p. m. and Roger wanted to head home, he told Charlie and Bill that, since he lived on Capitol Hill near their barracks, he'd be happy to drive them there if they were heading that way too. The Marines, now both buzzed, almost reverted to teenagers when they learned that Roger lived in a house on 10th St. SE, off E. Capitol St., just a few blocks from their barracks.

During the drive across Washington, Charlie, from the back seat, said they had no plans and didn't really want to go to their barracks. He told Roger he could drop them off at a bar on 8th St. Then he added, partly as a question and partly as a hope, that if Roger had no plans either, they could all keep hanging out at his place instead.

Roger thought about that for a few seconds, then, grinning as he looked up into Charlie's eyes through the rearview mirror, said, "Hey, sounds like a plan!"

Roger got to know Bill and Charlie much better that night. While grilling burgers in his backyard, he learned that both Marines were assigned to Alpha Company at the historic "Marine Barracks at 8th & I" and were members of the Silent Drill Platoon, which performs at the Iwo Jima Memorial and other major ceremonial events, and his respect for them grew.

Over the following weeks, when they weren't performing ceremonial duties for the Marine Corps at Iwo Jima or on Friday evenings during the Sunset Parade at the barracks at 8th & I, Charlie and Bill became a regular presence at Roger's home. They even started taking Roger's car across the Potomac River to the Henderson Hall Marine base in Arlington, VA, to have it washed and gassed up.

One night while the three of them were hanging out at Roger's, playing video games and drinking, Bill asked Roger about his sexuality. He said he figured Roger was gay and wanted to be sure Roger knew that although he and Charlie were straight, they'd talked about it, and wouldn't mind giving Roger "privileges" if he ever felt so inclined. That was the term Bill used, privileges. That conversation and a few more drinks led to them creating some "House Rules" that night.

Roger made it clear that he enjoyed having the boys around and that they were more than welcome to make themselves at home. Since his home had become their home away from home, he said it would be up to them to keep the basement game room fridge stocked with beer; he also told them that the last Saturday of each month, assuming they were available, would be a Field Day. Roger knew Marines hated Field Days, during which they deep-cleaned their barracks. At his house, they only had to deep-clean under his supervision the game room where they spent most of their time and made all their mess, and the two bedrooms and bathroom he had assigned to their use.

Then they discussed sex, which Bill and Charlie had brought up. Men have been sucking off horny young Marines for as long as there's been a Marine Corps. After all, all guys knew that having their dicks sucked wasn't queer. To keep that impersonal and as unromantic as possible --translate that into as non-queer as they could make it -- Bill and Charlie created the "Duty Roster." The young grunts decided between themselves who had "the Duty" on an arbitrary rotation, beginning with a coin toss. It went unsaid but was understood that what happened in Roger's room stayed in Roger's room.

Charlie won, or lost the toss, depending on one's perspective. Roger was already in bed when the young Marine announced his presence at Roger's bedroom door with a timid, barely audible knock. He was well buzzed on beer and wearing only his boxer briefs. The pretext Charlie gave for his 2:30 a. m. Sunday morning drop-in was not being able to sleep, but the hard-on arcing up to his left hip bone inside his shorts made the real reason obvious.

Before Charlie could even speak, Roger slid up under the covers and leaned back against the headboard. He smiled up at the stunning and clearly as nervous as a teenage girl, young Marine. Roger's eyes feasting on the tight cotton-covered underside of the growing tube of cock meat in the close-to-drunk twenty-one-year-old's boxer briefs did nothing to give the Marine confidence or slow down the growth of his hardening cock. As Charlie stood before him, breathing deeply, a tiny damp spot began to appear at the tip of the long bulge in his shorts, and Roger shifted his gaze from the Marine's cock to his eyes.

"Get naked, Marine."

Even though Charlie was pretty buzzed, Roger didn't have to tell him twice. His Marine Corps training had conditioned him to know the difference between a request and an order. Charlie might be straight, but he knew how to obey orders. His boxer briefs dropped to the floor immediately, and his pretty six-and-a-half-to-seven-inch cut dick arced out and up from the neatly trimmed little pubic bush at its base, and snapped its perfect head up and down in the air above his tightened balls.

When Roger met Charlie and Bill, he found both Marines exceptionally attractive, but that was to be expected. Being attractive was a requirement for members of the elite showpiece unit they served in. Now, standing naked before him and in full sexual heat, he realized just what a handsome guy Charlie was. His six-foot-tall body was as close to perfectly proportioned and developed as Roger, a layman, could imagine. The Marine's calves, thighs, glutes, abs, lats, delts, triceps, and pecs were all in harmony. His skin was blemish-free. For a white boy, he had full, cock sucking lips.

"Quite a boner you've got going there, Charles," Roger pointed out, nodding toward his naked visitor's bobbing hard-on.

"Fuck, yeah. You like it?"

"Oh, yes, I do. Stroke it for me. I'd enjoy that."

"Okay. Should I just stand here?"

"For now. I'll tell you if I want you to move."

"Okay..."

Charlie didn't have to be told twice. His left hand gripped his hard cock and began to stroke.

"Are you left-handed in everything, Charlie, or only when you masturbate?"

"Only when I jack off."

"Eyes on me while you stroke, Marine."

"Yes, Sir."

"And spread your feet a bit wider apart."

Charlie's feet wiggled about six inches further apart.

"Good boy! You've been trained well, haven't you, Lance Corporal Benton?"

"It was the way you said that... like an order. I reacted."

"I know. Reflex. They've trained you well. Would you like to have your cock sucked instead of stroking it, Marine?"

"Fuck, yeah!"

"Has it been sucked before? The truth, between us?"

Hesitancy.

"I asked you a question, Marine."

"You won't say anything?"

"Between us, I promise."

"No, Sir. No one's ever sucked my dick. The girls I dated didn't want to suck. I've fucked a few times, though."

"Come closer, Marine."

Charlie stepped closer.

Roger threw off the covers, displaying for the first time his own naked, muscular, thirty-seven-year-old body, including his fully hard, more than seven-inch-long cut cock to the straight young Marine as he rose and swung himself into a seated position on the edge of the bed.

For just a second or two, startled, Charlie's eyes darted down from Roger's to the hard dick and big balls resting on the edge of the bed between Roger's wide spread thighs, then snapped back up when Roger's voice commanded softly, "Eyes up on mine for now, Marine. You'll get to look at my dick all you want later."

It was as if Roger had flicked a switch; Charlie began to turn a fetching shade of red at being caught looking at a man's hard cock.

"No worries, Charlie, all guys are curious about other men's equipment," Roger assured the embarrassed boy.

Before Charlie could begin to think about what he'd just said, as Charlie stood before him naked with his now fully rigid cock snapping up and down in the air looking into his eyes, Roger almost whispered as he extended his right hand open palm up, "Take a step forward and lay your balls on my palm, Marine."

The soft, guttural moan that rose from deep within Charlie as he obediently took one step forward allowing his warm, lightly haired, tightened balls to more slide than settle down onto Roger's waiting hand, snapped Roger's long, thick cock rapidly up and down between his thighs as Charlie's cock danced above the heel of his hand, splashing the young Marine's precum all over Roger's wrist. As his fingers closed around Charlie's perfectly sized young nuts, and before Charlie could even think or breathe or consider that a man was holding him by his balls, Roger leaned forward and engulfed the head of Charlie's throbbing, leaking cock with his warm, wet mouth and polished it with his tongue.

As Roger held the young virgin-to-head Marine still by his balls, Charlie went wild. His hands whipped down to Roger's head and clutched it as if a cattle prod had been shoved up his tightly clenched virgin asshole. His back arched as he tried to thrust his electrified cock deeper into Roger's incredible pleasure palace of a mouth, but the hand gripping his balls prevented him from doing so. As Roger's satiny smooth yet sandpaper-rough tongue kept twirling slowly around and around the head of Charlie's supersensitized penis, the Marine moaned and grunted and gasped like the pleasure-tortured boy he was. Then, finally, while he held and rolled and squeezed the young Marine's balls, Roger's tightened lips began to twist and twirl as they slid up and down and up and down and twirled around Charlie's fully engorged, pulsating, precum-burping penis. After taking Charlie's cock down deep into his throat and holding it there for a few seconds before allowing it to slide back up until only its big, pulsating head was pumping the young overheated Marine's precum into Roger's welcoming mouth, Roger released the boy's tasty dick long enough to look up and say, "Hey, Charlie, welcome to Roger Squad!" and then swallowed his cock again.

Eventually, with Charlie now completely under his control and while still sucking on his totally owned cock, Roger guided the young Marine down onto his bed. When Roger had been sucking on that tasty dick for thirty minutes or so while tickling and gently massaging Charlie's tight, straight Marine butthole, taking Charlie to the edge over and over but never allowing him to cum, Roger flipped him over onto his stomach, gripping him by his hips, and yanked his smooth, muscular young Marine butt up in the air.

With the young Marine spread out before him, his chest on the bed, his handsome face turned, and his left cheek resting on his strong folded arms, Roger knelt tall behind Charlie, holding his hairless muscular ass up in the air by his rigid cock pointing straight down between the still straight Marine's wide spread thighs.

"Damn, Charlie, you do have the tastiest-looking little butthole," Roger told the panting young straight Marine, whose hard, leaking cock he was using to hold his perfect little muscled ass up high in the air. "I guess none of those girls who wouldn't suck your dick would tongue fuck this tight little butthole either, huh?"

All Charlie could do to answer was gasp and moan, because by then, Roger had his ass hiked up even higher and was stroking the Marine's respectably large cock with his right hand while tracing the rim of the straight boy's tight, puckering and blooming little hole with the tip of his tongue, occasionally probing its tightness with its tip. All the while, as Roger gave young Marine Lance Corporal Charles L. Benton his first rim job, he kept whispering about what a bad boy Charlie had been weeks before on the afternoon they met. He reminded Charlie about stealing valor. And then, as Roger's right hand stroked LCpl Benton's rigid cock and his tongue plunged deep up the young Marine's tender, tasty, virginal ass and tongue fuck it, Roger's palm took its time turning Charlie's muscular young bad boy ass cheeks rosy red.

When Roger let up and withdrew his tongue, Charlie, now on all fours with his hard dick swaying in the air beneath his belly, looked at him over his shoulder like the ass-spanked boy he was rather than a twenty-one-year-old Marine. "Man, I've never been spanked before," he moaned, almost more to himself than to Roger, as he strained to see how red his butt was.

Roger chuckled as the fingers of his left hand encircled Charlie's hard cock again and slowly began to stroke it while his right hand began to caress the boy's hot red ass. "This pretty dick of yours has been hard as steel the whole time. Arch your back, Marine."

For a few seconds, no more, the young, straight Marine remained motionless, naked on the bed, on all fours, held in place by his hard cock in Roger's left fist and his firm, smooth, spanked ass being gently caressed, looking over his left shoulder up into the older man's eyes. Then, without removing his eyes from Roger's, the muscles extending down along each side of Charlie's spine began to flex as his butt cheeks dimpled and his already narrow waist contracted even more.

"That's right Marine, arch your back and lift your spanked ass up high in the air."

The whisper-soft moan and whimper Charlie gave up filled the room.

"That's right... good boy. See, I knew you could be a good boy."

Roger's right hand caressed down over the curve of Charlie's right butt cheek, cupped his balls, and squeezed the Marine's balls as he stroked Charlie's now constantly leaking cock.

The sigh of contented pleasure Charlie let out was joy to Roger's ears.

Roger's fingertips were teasing, tickling, massaging, probing, and lubricating his exposed, tender, and suddenly ultra-sensitized asshole. Charlie made no effort to close his thighs or squeeze his cheeks together to prevent Roger's fingers from accessing his butthole.

Although Roger could hardly be considered an old man, he had some experience with guys, many of whom were straight, who, unbeknownst even to themselves, were wandering through life desperately seeking Daddy. He had detected that in Charlie almost as soon as they met.

Without being told to, Charlie stayed on all fours, his fine body arched, ass up as Roger stroked his cock and began to finger him. Roger's finger penetrated the young Marine's well-tongued asshole so easily and smoothly that Roger wasn't sure that Charlie knew it had entered. The way the Marine's ass clutched and held onto Roger's finger, though, assured him that Charlie was in no hurry to have it leave. That made Roger smile. Almost every Marine he'd met, regardless of how straight or how cunt hungry they were, all had assholes that loved attention.

Preliminaries were over.

Still stroking Charlie's leaking cock, Roger slowly slid his finger out of the Marine's now well-primed and lubricated asshole. While giving his young Lance Corporal a smile and one last hard slap to his uplifted and now empty ass, Roger flipped himself up onto his knees behind that prime piece of boy butt, and gripped Charlie by his hipbones. Then he released Charlie's left hip and reached around to grip his cock. The Marine's groan was amazing.

Roger smiled down into the lust-filled eyes and fearful young face looking up at him over the left shoulder of the muscular young back spread out before him. As Roger slowly fucked his hard as steel thick, cut, nearly eight-inch cock up and down the length of the valley of Charlie's straight Marine ass crack in ever shortening strokes he took particular care to rub its underside hard against Charlie's soft, tender pouting asshole lips until, as Charlie's dick throbbed in his fist, Roger winked at the Marine beneath him and slide the big head of his cock into his Marine boy's ass.

"Oh my god... oh my god... oh my god... oh my god...," was all Charlie managed to say over and over as Roger's big cock took possession of his body, mind, and soul.

"That's right, Marine. My big cock is your new god," Roger whispered into Charlie's ear as he began to slowly slide his cock in and out of the young Marine's tight, hot, clutching asshole. "You go right ahead. Keep chanting."

"Oh my fucking god... oh god..."

"Now let's get you dancing on this big cock" Roger urged as he pumped Charlie's dick and pulled his ass back onto his dick.

"Ahhhh!... Oh god! Oh!" Charlie nearly screamed as his ass slammed back down on Roger's dick banging the big head of Roger's cock against his prostate.

"Oh, yeah! That's it. That's your joy button. Felt great, right?" Let's do that again. You ready, Marine?"

Nothing.

"You gotta answer if we're going to play, Marine. I asked if you want to feel that pleasure again?"

After a couple of seconds.

"Ahhh... yeah."

Kneeling over Charlie, holding his cock still buried deep up inside him, gently but steadily stroking the young Marine's leaking cock. Waiting until Charlie began to almost imperceptibly move his pelvis on Roger's cock.

"You want that cock to fuck you properly, Marine?"

"Fuck, man..."

"You want to feel that explosion again?"

"Oh... god..."

"Come get it, Marine."

Charlie pushes his ass back on Roger's cock.

"Umm... ugh... god..."

"Gotta do better than that."

Roger's precum-slick palm polishes the head of Charlie's cock.

The Marine thrusts his ass back onto Roger's big cock harder.

"Agh... god..."

"Harder, Marine!"

Charlie shoves his firm young ass back.

"Ahhhh... aww... oh ..."

"Harder!"

"Ohh myy god..."

That young Marine ass pounds back on the cock.

"Again."

""Ohhhh... fuuuuck..."

Charlie's ass begins to bounce on Roger's big dick.

"That-a-boy, dance on that big cock, Marine,"

Roger's fist flew up and down Charlie's profusely leaking penis as straight young Lance Corporal Charles L. Benton did his first pole dance.

Charlie was bouncing and grinding his well-spanked young butt up and down Roger's long, thick cock, with Roger whispering into his ear what a good boy he was as his fist pumped up and down Charlie's hard, throbbing cock. Then, when Roger was ready, he gave the straight Marine permission to cum. As Roger blew his load up Charlie's virgin ass, Roger let Charlie cum all over himself while grinding his asshole on Roger's big cock.

As Roger expected, Charlie passed out almost immediately after he came. The following morning, being as drunk as he was, he didn't remember anything that had happened, of course. That worked for Roger.

Charlie and his buddies would have a lot more forgotten nights at Roger's in the months ahead.

It wasn't too long before another equally young and attractive Alpha Company Marine joined what Charlie had jokingly named Roger Squad. Brandon was just as tall and just as handsome as Charlie and Bill. They all even referred to themselves as "Poster Marines."

Brandon would be another story, but not before Bill.

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