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The following story deals with subject matter that some readers may find objectionable. Therefore, if graphic sexual acts between consenting men engaged in situations involving raunch and scat are offensive to you, or if you are under the age of eighteen, STOP HERE!
Marine Latrine - Part 1 by Rim4you
Prologue
I must have been nuts. At least that's what I was thinking as I boarded the bus in Charleston heading, along with my fellow recruits, to Camp Le Jeun and my ultimate future for the next few years.
"I'm proud of you, son!" My Dad's parting words rung in my ears as I made my way towards the back of the bus in the testosterone charged vehicle that would carry me to family glory or quiet shame.
What made me do it? College life wasn't so bad. But I did it anyway. Perhaps on a whim or the fact that my best friend, Brad Henson, had and I needed to prove to myself that whatever Brad could do, I could also.
But once inside the recruitment office, I could have turned around and walked out. But I didn't. Instead, I sat down in front of a desk and stared dead ahead at the hunky guy who stared back at me. The dreamy, blue eyes of the recruiter studied me, as I did him. Albeit, his intentions were purely honorable as he expounded, with those full lips of his, everything to me about the Marine Corps and what it expected of me.
Being the lusty, young man that I was and impressionable to boot, I rather thought about how his luscious lips would feel wrapped around my cock. He could have talked me into anything.
In the end, apparently I was considered good enough to be molded into Marine material and found myself on this bus on a hot, humid, South Carolina day waving good-bye to my teary-eyed Mom, my proud Dad and two younger brothers whose expressions seemed to say, "sucker!"
Yeah. I was a "sucker" alright. My brothers had pinned that one on me and with good reason. Many were the nights that I slipped between their legs and eased their pent up, teenage tensions.
Wrapping my lips around Jimmy's rather thick piece of meat, I'd work my magic on him while Josh came up from behind me and pumped his throbbing cock in and out of my hungry asshole.
Looking out of the window at Jimmy and Josh I let out a faint sigh. I knew I was going to miss them alot. We may have had our brawls as all brothers do but in the end we always made up.
"Don't you worry, Kyle." Brad said, grinning from ear to ear, sliding onto the seat next to me on the bus and slapping my thigh. "I'll look after your ass now!"
"Oh yeah?" I asked, rather sarcastically. "How so?"
"Hmmmmm!" He hummed, reaching down and giving his crotch a squeeze. "I'll think of something."
Chapter 1
As luck would have it, Brad and I were assigned to the same barracks. At least for me, having Brad around, that made the initial shock of adjusting to my new surroundings less formidable.
Our D.I. was a man by the name of Jeff Hutchins. He was a towering figure of a man. Deep set green eyes and a square jaw that dimpled in the center. His shoulders were broad with muscular arms and a well built chest that tapered to a rock hard, washboard stomach. Below the belt it was obvious that he packed a powerful weapon. Aft, from my sneak peeks at him as he headed towards the showers, were the fullest twin globes that could barely be concealed under the towel he had wrapped around his midsection.
As he'd walk by I'd think to myself what it would be like to bury my face into his warm buttcrack made sweaty by the day's maneuvers. Of how ripe it would smell and how funky it would taste.
On those hot, summer nights, lying in my bunk tossing and turning, my cock rock hard and dripping, I'd think of Hutchins and in the still quiet of the barracks I'd listen to the snores of my buddies and every now and then, I'd hear the familiar sound of skin to skin contact and the muffled moan of a fellow Marine taking matters in hand and I'd slip my hand into my briefs and curl my fingers around my throbbing shaft and pump along.
In bootcamp there is no opportunity for a guy to unleash his sexual tensions except by stealth. So it became, as it were, a kind of silent code of honor not to betray a fellow Marine when he had to satisfy his need.
Day by day. Night by night, my tensions mounted and my frustrations grew. I wasn't accustomed to this. At home Jimmy, Josh and I eased one anothers' tensions. Now I found myself jacking off at every opportune moment and wherever it was conceivable and afforded an element of privacy.
Whenever the urge was exceptionally strong, I'd head for the latrine, day or night and there, with my briefs around my ankles and sitting on the toilet I'd give in to my lust and whack off with gusto. Sometimes I would see the after effects of a buddy in similar circumstances. Splotches of cum splattered on the wall of the stall. Its gooey trail, sometimes still fresh and wet, sliding effortlessly down the partition and dripping onto the floor.
In my heated frenzy, my hand flailing up and down my rigid shaft, I'd lean sideways and press my face against the partition and with bated breath, dart out my tongue to sweep the slimey residue into my mouth and savour its deliciousness remembering how sweet my brother Jimmy's, or Josh's cum tasted, as it filled my mouth.
Sometimes, as I entered a stall, it was quick on the heels of its previous occupant and I could detect from the expression on the Marine's face, his head slightly bowed to avoid, as it were, recognition, that which betrayed his actions.
And sometimes upon entering a stall, hastily unzipping my pants and freeing my aching, thobbing cock, I'd gaze into the bowl and see that in his haste to take care of business and exit the stall, he'd leave behind an unflushed can. On such occassions I'd find the water in the toilet a yellowish tint with a froth of bubbles and floating on the water's surface or submerged, a hefty pile of shit. Fresh, steamy logs whose rank aroma would swirl up my nostrils and as I'd stand over the bowl and begin pumping my cock, I'd stare into the bowl and see gobs of cum attached to thick, knotty logs of turd or a mass of brown muck, like a carpet of algae on the bayou and a wadded up piece of toilet paper clinging to the side of the bowl with a defined streak of brown on it and a hair or two, or more, adhering to it.
It was times like these, discovering a Marine's leftovers in the can, fermenting, that I'd sink to my knees, cock in hand, pounding away furiously and leaning forward would hover my head over the putrid, murky, foul smelling contents of the bowl until I was shooting my load, squeezing every drop of cum against the cool porcelin of the toilet bowl and staggerig to my feet, my cock still dripping, I'd stuff my dick back into my briefs and exit the stall knowing that I had left my mark behind for the next Marine.
Whether or not he appreciated what I, or another had left behind was of little concern. All that mattered was that I had popped my nut.
Chapter 2
The air conditioning unit in the barracks was on the fritz. Hutchins wasn't all ogre. He had brought in several large fans to offer some relief until repairs could be done.
The night was hot and the humidity hung heavy in the air as did the cum churning in my nuts. The fans Hutchins had set up only served to circulate the hot air which swirled over my body beaded with sweat. The room was heady with the aroma of rank armpits, smelly feet, sweat laden clothes and the subtle, funky scent of ripe farts, silently escaping from the juicy, sweaty buttholes of Marines tossing and turning in the acrid night.
To my left, Tim Billings was snoring and drooling onto his pillow. A white sheet, which he had kicked off in his sleep, was crumpled around his feet. I envied him being able to sleep so soundly in this heat and from the looks of it, by the hardon poking through the opening of his boxers, he was somewhere off in dreamland.
Seeing his hard cock staring at me made me want to slip out of my bed and suck it so that he'd have a good reason for being hard and, from what I could tell, Tim must have been having a good dream from the way his cock twitched and oozed juice from his pisshole.
"Fuck!" I muttered, to myself and rolled over onto my right side. My own boner throbbing in my sweat drenched briefs.
My eyes were met by Brad. His back was facing towards me and, like Tim, he had kicked off his covers but unlike Tim, Brad was naked.
"Jesus fucking Christ!" I sighed, staring at the full mounds of my best friend's ass. From the moonlight shafting through the window I could see the muscular form of Brad's body clearly. His right leg was extented down and his left, bent at the knee, was raised towards his chest, affording me a clear view of his spread asscheeks. The crack of his ass was a forest of swirling dark hair which matted out and thined over the creamy, white mounds of his butt which, in the humid heat, I could see beads of sweat rolling from his asscrack onto the sheet beneath him.
Like Tim, Brad was snoring softly and lost in a world of dreams. One bunk over from Brad, Myles Sarvis, a cute nineteen year old from North Carolina, was flat on his back pounding away at his long, thick cock. His right hand glided up and down his rigid shaft while his left, from what I could see, as I sat up and swung my legs over the edge of my bed, had disappeared between his outstreatched legs, under his balls. It was obvious to me that Myles was fingering his hole while he was beating off.
As I stood up, my hardon tenting the front of my briefs, Myles rolled his head sideways and our eyes met. There was a momentary glint of panic in his eyes as our eyes locked. I raised a finger to my lips as if to silence his inaudible gasp and acknowledge what he was doing and honor our code of silence.
I nodded my head towards Myles and reached down and tugged the front of my briefs down under my balls. My ridgid cock snapped up and slapped against my stomach.
Myles pursed and licked his lips as I wrapped my fingers around my cock. His eyes darted at the sleeping, nude figure of Brad as if to question me.
Once more I raised a finger to my lips and while stroking my cock, sank quietly to my knees beside Brad's bunk. Brad's hairy, sweaty ass was staring me in the face. From above the contour of Brad's hip, I could see that Myles had propped himself up onto his elbow and faced me. All the while stroking his hard, oozing dick.
At that moment it was as if we were reading one anothers' mind. In one instant our eyes had met and Myles was nodding his consent as I inched my face towards Brad's outspread, inviting ass.
Nervously, I glanced around the room. Seeing that only Myles and I were awake and seeing the lust in Myles' eyes, I lowered my face to within inches of Brad's ass. I could feel my nervous, quivering nostrils brushing against the thick growth of hair in the cleft of Brad's ass. I could feel the heat rising from his buttcrack and a bead of sweat roll onto my flaring nostril as I pressed my nose against his warm, moist asshole and drew in a deep breath.
I could feel my lips trembling as they brushed his warm, sweaty flesh and a ripe, tart, pungent aroma curled up my nostrils and filled my head with stink. His stink. The private, personal scent of my best friend's asshole.
"Fuck!" I sighed, becoming one with Brad's stench.
"Smell it!" Myles hissed, softly. "Smell his stink!"
Sniffing deeply, rubbing my nose against his rank asslips and then raising and tilting my head back, I caught sight of Myles, passing his fingers under his nose. I knew that he was sniffing his own stink and that it was turning him on.
"Myles!" I whispered, diverting his attention for a second and cocking my head towards the latrine.
The young man sat up. His fingers still wrapped around his cock with one hand and, with the other, still sniffing the fingertips of his other hand, he swung his legs over the edge of his bed and stood up.
From his pisshole, a thread of pre-cum oozed and dripped to the floor. Taking my lead, somewhat reluctantly as he gazed down upon Brad, Myles followed me towards the latrine.
Between rows of sleeping Marines, I led Myles. As we rounded the corner and down the hall leading to the door that went into the latrine, being the whore that I was, I slid the back of my briefs down and exposed my ass to Myles.
"Fuck!" Myles gasped. as he reached out and slipped a finger into my warm, sweaty, buttcrack.
"Found something back there you want, Marine?" I whispered, reaching back and wrapping my fingers around his hard cock.
"Fuck yeah!" Myles hissed, lunging forward and sinking his finger up my moist, shit chute. His cock jabbing at my balls.
"Bound to be shitty back there, kid! Still want it?"
"it's what turns me on, Kyle!" Myles whispered, into my ear. "Stink, shitty butthole!"
"I guarantee it'll be a dirty fuck, man!"
"Oh yeah!" Myles replied, pulling his finger out of my hole and sniffing his finger coated with shit. "Stinking Marine cunt, buddy!"
As I flung open the latrine door, a voice echoed in the room.
"Fucking jarheads!" The voice hissed. "What took you so long?"
Myles and I froze in our tracks. Searching the dimly lit room, we gazed in the direction of the voice. It came from the urinal bowls lining one wall.
With his back towards us and naked, as if leaning into the urinal with the ample mounds of his ass hanging over the bowl, was Hutchins.
"Aaaaaahhhhhh!" He sighed. A juicy, wet fart rumbled from his asshole. With the sound of piss splashing into the urinal, Hutchins blew another fart as a turd snaked out of his gaping butthole and curled upon itself onto the floor.
"It's time for latrine duty, boys!" Hutchins hissed, looking over his shoulder at Myles and I, as he relieved his stinking filth onto the cool tiles of the latrine floor.
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