Having the Duty Ch. 04

Charlie and Travis

By William Monroe

Roger met Lance Corporal Charles L. Benton and Corporal William C. Kennington in a bar in Washington, D. C., late on a rainy Saturday afternoon. He knew on sight that the two almost perfectly matched six-foot, twenty-one-year-olds with regulation Marine Corps "High and Tight" haircuts were what they appeared to be.

Charlie and Bill were stationed at the Marine Barracks at 8th and I Streets SE, only a few blocks from Roger's house. It didn't take long for Roger's home to be dubbed "Casa Grunt" by the small group of young Marines who made it their home away from home. Charlie was the first Marine to arrive at Roger's bedroom door. Bill was next. Not too long afterward. Charlie and Bill's buddy Brandon, whom they introduced to Roger and Casa Grunt, showed up at Roger's door late at night, hot and horny after a six-mile run, but if you've already read Chapters 1 through 3, you know all this.

Twenty-year-old Lance Corporal Travis Goodwin was next to join "Roger Squad." Like Brandon, Travis showed up tagging along with Charlie. Also like Brandon, despite his Wyoming cowboy-wannabe background, Travis broadcast none of the hyper-masculine, macho attitude most would expect from a young, alpha-type Marine with his sort of background. Charlie remained the standout mouthy "brat" in Roger Squad. For maintaining that distinction, Roger made sure the young grunt received frequent spankings, always followed by the ass-fuckings that made Charlie cum so hard.

It had been a typical field day, which, although great fun for Roger, was not so much for the young grunts.

During a Marine Corps field day, under the watchful eyes of their NCOs, Marines tear their living area, the main room, and head (toilet and shower rooms) of their barracks apart, cleaning everything, and over, around, and under everything that can be moved. At 8th & I, Roger's Marines lived in more college-dorm-like accommodations. One of the "Casa Grunt" house rules Roger established when he met the first two "Roger Squad" Marines was that one Saturday each month would be a field day during which, under his watchful eyes, they would clean his Playroom and its adjoining head to his satisfaction. Participation was mandatory. Scheduling the field day was flexible so all the Marines could be there. The Marine Corps has an official order regarding uniforms in D. C.: "UNIFORM OF THE DAY FOR HQMC." Roger also had a uniform of the day for Field Day, which he provided: white cotton oversized tank tops that hung down to around each grunt's mid-thighs. That was it; no shorts or sneakers. The tank tops quickly got soaking wet and became almost transparent.

Although it was common for one or more Roger Squad members to show up at Casa Grunt on a Saturday or Sunday morning or afternoon, they all made sure to be there for Field Day, it was unusual for any of them, except Brandon, who was there masturbating during every free moment he had, to be there on a weekend evening. Roger understood that. After all, the twenty- and twenty-one-year-olds considered themselves to be straight. They talked about pussy, their conquests of it, mostly fantasized, their past and present girlfriends, and where they went to try to get it, nearly constantly. Roger knew Friday and Saturday would be prime pussy hunting nights for the always horny Marines. Having them return unfulfilled, as he knew they always did, worked out fine.

This evening was different. Roger had noticed Charlie and Travis whispering several times while the Field Day was underway, and had assigned them to clean the head together. More than just a bathroom with a sink, toilet, and shower, the "head" on his home's lowest level included an adjacent six-person sauna and a short hall off it leading to a privacy fence and dense shrubbery shielding a hot tub next to the back deck. The two young Marines had to clean all of that.

Standing over and directing the two soaking wet young grunts who might as well have been totally naked, Roger was treated to the sight of Charlie and Travis crawling around together on all fours, scrubbing the tile floors with their asses in the air and their balls and semi-hard dicks dangling and swaying between their wide-spread, muscular thighs. He decided then that the two young Marines looked and worked so well as a team that from then on, he would train them as one.

As Charlie leaned down onto his left forearm and twisted his torso at his waist to get his head behind the toilet to be sure there was no hidden scum still to be removed, and Travis crawled between the doric column-like legs of the sink while scrubbing the floor with a sponge in his right hand, Roger, from his vantage point at the door to the hall, admired the two outthrust young butts.

"If, while you guys are out tonight, you two don't get laid by about one-thirty, come by for Extra Duty," Roger said casually.

A few seconds passed as the two nearly naked young grunts on all fours at Roger's feet, completely understanding what Roger meant by "Extra Duty," looked at each other as they continued to clean.

"Sounds good, Sir!" Charlie was the first to reply.

"Yes, Sir! That sounds like a plan!" Travis added as soon as he heard Charlie's response.

"Great. See me before you leave this afternoon. I'll give you a key so you can let yourselves in and report directly to my room when you get here. When you're done in here, clean and refill the hot tub. It'll be good to have a fresh tub for us this evening. The instructions are on the closet door. And put some fresh eucalyptus in the sauna."

Roger knew the thought of their hard young cocks discharging loads of cum at Casa Grunt later that night, even though they would have to earn those orgasms, would dominate the minds and balls of both boys from then until they arrived at his door.

On his first duty call, LCpl Goodwin, like all Roger Squad Marines, soon discovered the secret kept from all straight men. The young, straight former Wyoming cowboy's back was only slightly arched as he crouched naked on Roger's bed on all fours, while the older gay man massaged his shoulders and stroked his just under seven-inch circumcised cock with a slightly upward curve. In the absence of orders directing otherwise, the young Marine's handsome face was mostly looking forward, whipping to the right now and then as his butt rocked and thrust higher into the air so his wide-open eyes could look into Roger's when the gay man's hand sent an almost electric bolt of pleasure through his profusely leaking penis, throughout his body, straight up to his brain.

Roger was always amused by how young straight men resist the natural urge to sigh, and moan, and grunt while the most sensitive few inches of flesh on their body is expertly stimulated. Part of the first lesson he was giving Travis was to cast off that inhibition and embrace those urges. The way the young Marine had slowly lowered himself further and further down onto his forearms as his ass lifted higher in the air in response to the intense pleasure his penis was receiving, as if by some age-old reaction, while he moaned and grunted as Roger's precum-wet right palm polished his knob, indicated the straight boy had learned his lesson well.

The high point of that night for Travis had been his first fingering. The first time a straight, young, macho guy crouches submissively before an older gay man with his ass in the air while the man grips his horny, pussy-fucking cock and fingers his tight, hot, moist asshole the way he has so many cunts, is transforming... mind-altering. When almost without exception, every one of them, when his cock, already shamefully hard, hardens even more, and instantly spurts out a large, thick stream of precum to demonstrate its joy, whips his young, humiliated yet thrilled and enlightened face around to look up at his masturbator over his shoulder is beyond exhilarating.

Roger wasn't at all surprised when the two young Marines arrived at his bedroom door earlier than expected. Whether they would both be performing "Extra Duty" that night with a buddy for the first time was responsible for them being a little more buzzed than, or if that was just their usual Saturday night condition, he wasn't sure. Probably a combination of both, Roger expected.

Already naked under the robe he was wearing as he lay on his bed reading when the boys entered, Roger ordered them to get naked. An intensely visual person, he did enjoy watching handsome young men undress. When Charlie and Travis were naked and their clothing neatly folded on a chair, Roger, still wearing his robe, led the two naked young grunts downstairs.

As they moved toward the back of the house and the stairs to its lowest level, without turning, Roger said, "You guys stop by the kitchen and grab us some beers. I'll be waiting for you in the hot tub."

Any concern Roger may have had that either Marine might be too shy to perform in front of the other, or worried about what the other might say about the evening's events, was soon dispelled. A few minutes later, the door to the hot tub enclosure opened, and the two naked Marines walked through. Travis carried a bottle of Coors, and Charlie carried two. Pointing the way for each young grunt like an obscene arrow was his steel-hard, circumcised cock.

"When's the last time you guys got off?" Roger asked as he accepted a bottle from Charlie as the boys climbed into the tub.

No longer Roger Squad virgins, both Marines spoke up quickly.

"Last week, when you let me come over Tuesday night, Sir," Charlie said.

"Not since last Sunday, Sir, when I came by in the afternoon," Travis added.

"We haven't gotten laid. And... well, we know what'll happen if you think we jacked off," Travis added.

"Good, I'm glad neither of you is beating off without permission. You're right about that. Charlie knows what happens if I find out you're doing that. Don't you, Marine?"

"Yes, Sir, I sure do."

"Besides, just jacking off doesn't really cut it anymore since you taught me about my prostate, Sir," Travis said in a low, almost embarrassed voice. "Fucking's still definitely number one, but after that, getting head and a prostate massage have to both be number two over just a handjob."

"I think Charlie's with you there, Travis. Am I right, Marine? Does having something long and hard way up your muscular young ass, punching your clock over and over again, drive you nuts?"

"Oh, fuck, Sir... Don't make me say it."

"I asked you a question, Marine," Roger said, looking straight into Charlie's eyes.

"Fuck... yes, Sir, it blows my mind to get fucked up the ass, Sir. Is that what you wanted to hear?"

"Good boy. No reason to be bashful, Charlie. I've told you that before. Travis here has his secrets too. Don't you, Marine?"

"What...? I don't know?"

"Come on, cowboy. Charlie's been honest. How about you? Anything you've been thinking about lately?"

"Ugh... well... sort of..."

"We're all friends, Travis. Let's see if I can help you. I bet you've been wondering if something a bit larger than my big finger might even feel better way up there in your tight young ass. That about right?"

"Shit... how... how the fuck do you always know this shit... Sir?"

Roger couldn't help himself. He had to laugh at the two blisteringly hot and excited but so uncomfortable young studs sitting across from him in the bubbling water.

"I know this shit, Marine, because I'm nearly twice your age and I've been the fuck around," he finally laughed.

So far, Roger had not had a Roger Squad member perform an active homosexual act. He'd masturbated them, sucked their cocks, fingered their tight young assholes, and fucked a couple of them, all passive acts for them. Most Marines are A-OK with passive acts. Now, Charlie and Travis were naked, side-by-side in a huge tub of water with only their heads and shoulders visible.

"Slide closer together," he commanded, and there was no mistaking that it was a command.

The Marines looked at each other, then at Roger, and then they obeyed.

Damn, Roger thought, they really are cute.

"You both have really nice cocks that feel great to hold. Reach over and wrap your fingers around each other's dick. Go on, do it. Don't say a fucking word, just do it." His eyes told the boys that arguing would be futile.

Again, the Marines glanced at each other. Then, while still looking at each other, the hot young straight guys each wrapped their fingers around another man's cock for the first time.

"Good boys," Roger said approvingly, telling from the expressions on both faces across from him that each Marine was now holding his buddy's cock.

"I know. You don't have to say it. Those big dicks feel fucking great in your hands. You both have them, so you know where the little clitty spots on the undersides of those big cocks you're holding are. I want you both to find each other's. Look in each other's eyes and tell each other when you've both located that wicked little g-spot," Roger ordered

Both Marines instantly obeyed, although they both pretended to be hesitant and embarrassed; well, they probably were embarrassed.

"Ohh... fuck," Charlie muttered, with Travis echoing.

"Have you found them?" Roger finally asked.

"Yes!" Travis yelped.

"Uh huh... mmm... yes, Sir!" Charlie managed.

"Excellent, now press down lightly on your buddy's clit spot with the pad of your thumb or a finger while you look him in the eyes and slowly begin to tickle it."

"Fuck..." Travis, blushing deeply even in the dim light, moaned lustfully in embarrassment.

"Oh my god... ugh..." Charlie groaned, throwing his head back and closing his eyes.

"That's right, see how good you can make each other feel? What good friends you are. Stand up, both of you, and keep holding and teasing each other's penis."

A couple of feet away from Roger, up to their thighs in the bubbling water, their near-perfect young bodies glistening, the young Marines stood face to face, holding and gently stroking each other's hard cock. Smiling, Roger reached out and placed a hand on the curve of each Marine's closest-to-him bubble-butt-like ass cheek, guiding them a few inches closer. Then, one at a time, by talking softly and using his hands, Roger gently guided first Charlie, then Travis, back down onto the bench and his lips to the head of his buddy's long, hard cock. Of course, the Marines resisted at first; Roger knew they would. They had to. They still considered themselves straight guys; straight, ultra-masculine young Marines. It didn't take long, though. Soon, as Roger leaned back, drinking his beer and enjoying the show, Lance Corporal Charles L. Benton and Lance Corporal Travis Goodwin bobbed up and down in that rapidly agitated hot water that was not nearly as hot or agitated as they were, sucking on each other's prime young dicks like veteran cocksuckers.

Roger allowed the Marines, who until that night had been at least technically straight, to feast on each other's horny young cocks and entertain him with a youthful male sexual symphony without permitting them to cum for what seemed like hours but was only thirty minutes or so. When he was sure preventing them from cumming any longer was impossible, Roger led the two new cocksuckers into the sauna for their first side-by-side fucking.

Roger positioned the two young Marines whom he sensed, since seeing them crawling around nearly naked together earlier that day on the floor of his playroom toilet, would soon become boyfriends on the sauna benches they cleaned so well. The boys knelt side by side on the lower bench, their narrow hips touching, with their nearly identical muscular little asses lifted, and their arms resting on the bench above. Their backs arched tightly, and their Marine butts sat at precisely the height Roger required. Each Marine's ass crack, asshole ring, taint, and balls below were hairless, a requirement for all Roger Squad Marines who shaved each other regularly.

Since he had fucked Charlie several times, the honor of taking Roger Squad's namesake's big cock up his virgin ass fell to Travis. Although he would use some lube for the young Marine's first fucking, Roger offered the virgin boy, now a newly minted cocksucker, the opportunity to suck on his cock to pre-lube it for his cherry plucking. Travis was thankful for the opportunity and was eager to prove that.

Charlie knelt ass up beside Travis as Roger slid onto the bench on which both Marines leaned, slipping under Travis so his strong thighs framed the boy from Wyoming's head. The young Marine obeyed Roger's order and tilted his handsome face up, looked into Roger's eyes, and opened his mouth wide. Smiling and caressing Travis's cheek, Roger slid his long, thick, cut cock between the new young cocksucker's lips and over his extended tongue into the mouth where, until then, only Charlie's cock had ever ventured. In a soft but firm voice, Roger began to issue instructions, directing every movement of the young Marine's lips, tongue, and mouth on his hard, leaking cock. Training a twenty-year-old straight guy to be an excellent cocksucker takes time, and Roger was in no hurry.

As Travis' drooling mouth learned to properly pleasure a man's cock, his own penis not only remained erect, but grew even harder and began to leak, snapping and bobbing and dancing in the air beneath his firm stomach.

"That's it, cowboy, bob on that big dick... gag on it... drool all over the big piece of cockmeat that's fucking your face..." Roger crooned to the handsome young stud impaling his own face with Roger's nearly eight-inch dick.

"Get that big cock as wet as you can, boy. That dick is going to take you cherry... make it very, very wet."

"Ouuwughaaa..." Travis grunted helplessly as drool flowed out over his lower lip.

At one point, when Roger was deep-throating Travis and the Marine's eyes rolled back up into his head, Roger thought the kid had actually passed out. He slid his cock all the way out of his drooling mouth in concern, took his head in his hands, and began talking to him only to have the Marine's eyes open wide and him ask why he'd stopped. That was when Lance Corporal Travis Goodwin found out what a throat fuck really was all about.

And then Roger's cock was gone, and Travis was kneeling on the bench gasping for breath. Charlie was beside him, watching as Roger, having climbed down behind Travis, pushed his smooth, strong thighs wide apart with his knees.

Travis felt hands on his ass and another in the small of his back, positioning him, then the palms moved to each of his already spread cheeks. A long, thick, hot tube of cockmeat began to fuck up and down his heat-moist, slippery butt crack. The underside of Roger's big cockhead began to rub back and forth over... began to press against and rub back and forth over... Travis's tight, clenching little virgin butthole prying its lips apart.

"Oh... god... oh... fuccckk..."

The big head of Roger's cock began to stretch young, so recently straight Lance Corporal Goodwin's tight virgin asshole open.

"Oh god... oh god... oh god... oh god... aaggghhhh... oh my ggooodddd!"

As Travis screamed so loudly that Roger worried the neighbors might wake up, the big head of his cock popped inside Travis Goodwin's no longer virgin ass.

When taking a butch young Marine's cherry, the thing one never does after breaching his tight virgin asshole is stop. Roger's long, thick cock slowly slid deep into cowboy Marine cocksucker Travis's tight, hot, clutching ass.

And then Travis' fucking began.

As the head of Roger's cock slid over Travis's prostate the first time, the yelping, gasping sounds coming from the Marine spread out beneath him did not change.

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

During his big cock's second pass against the young grunt's swollen love-nut, Roger not only sensed a difference in the resistance in the boy beneath him but also the sounds Travis was making; a change from those of a whimpering little boy to those of a hot young man whose sexual engine has been primed.

"Uhhnn... nghhh... oh... mmm..."

"Charlie, crawl under Travis and suck on his cock. He's taking his fucking like a man, so he deserves a reward."

Although he had just sucked cock for the first time a little while earlier, Charlie was on his side on the bench, chowing down on his soon-to-be boyfriend's still hard dick almost instantly. That Charlie found Travis's cock still hard was telling.

For the next little while, Roger took his time breaking in Travis' ass while Charlie sucked on his cock. It took a few minutes, but he soon had the Marine shoving his ass back on the big dick, grinding and bouncing obediently in time with the slaps of Roger's big palm to his right cheek. Several well-timed admonishments by Roger about what to expect if either Marine made the mistake of cumming before being given permission ensured both were primed for an explosive orgasm when he was ready to let them give up their cum for him.

Roger actually did laugh out loud when Travis whined and looked over his shoulder petulantly as Roger slid his big, cherry-busting cock out of his ass. He tussled the Marine's closely shorn head and smiled, while assuring the boy his ass wouldn't be empty for long. With Charlie back in position beside Travis, and their butts lined up, he almost immediately resumed fucking Travis, only this time, after every five or six strokes deep up the young grunt's ass, Roger withdrew and shoved his cock into Charlie's tight asshole for five or six more before returning to Travis again.

Roger had been identifying guys ready to be turned out and trained for years. When he walked into the playroom head that afternoon and saw Charlie and Travis crawling around together, every flag he possessed went up. The final confirmation came later, just before dawn, up in his bedroom. Roger sat comfortably with a drink and patiently directed Charlie and Travis.

"Deeper, boys. Reach back and tickle each other's assholes while you rotate your mouths and twirl your tongues slowly but not too slowly up and down each other's big, perfect cocks. Suck on them, but not too hard; you want to make them feel good... delightful, remember," Roger instructed as he sat in a comfortable chair, watching Charlie and Travis engaging in their first sixty-nine on his bed. He did enjoy it when he had eager, apt students.

The sixty-nine was followed by an intense session of body worship and rimming during which Roger joined in again.

Charlie and Travis were still in a sixty-nine when Roger moved to the bed and sat on the edge. Lying down, Roger lifted Travis's left cheek to expose his pucker, and looking into Charlie's eyes with his face so close to Charlie's as the young grunt sucked off his buddy, that their noses almost touched, pressed the tip of his tongue to Travis' puckering and pouting asshole. Two things happened at once; Charlie's eyes flew wide open, and Travis lifted up off Charlie's cock and whipped his face around over his shoulder to see what was happening at his asshole.

"As you were, Marines," Roger ordered, lifting off Travis' tasty hole. "I'm just giving Travis a rim job. You'll both be doing this soon enough, so pay attention."

Then he was back down, licking, tracing Travis's asshole with the tip of his tongue, prying its tender lips apart, probing it with the tip of his tongue, thrusting into it, making Travis moan, teaching him how to eat ass. Charlie, who had a close-up view, learned the lesson well, too.

The night ended with the two young Marines who had gone out that night looking for pussy doing another long, intense sixty-nine during which Roger allowed them to cum down each other's throats. Then Roger laid down the law about Charlie and Travis's future.

"From now on, you two are going to have Special Duty nights every week. You seem to be buddies. We'll build on that.

Author's Note: "Having the Duty" is a true story. Other than its location, Washington, D. C., every identifying element in the story was changed. The exchange about the Navy Cross between "Charlie" and "Roger" did occur. Wow, was that a good time!

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