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As time passed, I grew more comfortable with my role in the shop, both in terms of being the PFC who was subservient but bright and willful as well as being one more in a group of men who were, rank hierarchy aside, equals. Sergeant Cortes regularly invited the group to his home off base, and while he allowed those of us who were under 21 to partake in the amply flowing alcohol, I politely refused. I could not risk losing my inhibitions around Sergeant Jackson. I did, however, gain some practice mixing drinks for those who did drink.
We watched television or movies, sang karaoke, played video games or board games. Sergeant Cortes and his wife (herself a Marine and a sergeant) cooked and made us feel like family.
I grew closer to PFC Sanford, who was attractive but very unambiguously heterosexual. Corporal Sandoval was more distant from the rest of us, but he was tight with the other NCOs who lived in the barracks, so it wasn't like he was lonely (or uninvited - he did come to the occasional family night). But I was closest to Sergeant Jackson.
At work, we were Sergeant Jackson and PFC Foreman (at least for a few months; then we were Sergeant and Lance Corporal). Mentor and mentee. Superior and subordinate.
After work, the uniforms came off. That sounds sexual, but despite a fervent desire to see his uniform literally come off, I was limited to the metaphorical version of it. Sergeant Jackson insisted that when we wore civilian attire, he was Adam and I was Ryan. We bonded over shared recreational interests like Star Wars novels and Marvel films. He furthered my education in nerd culture by introducing me to shows like Firefly and Dollhouse, films like Repo! The Genetic Opera and Monty Python and the Holy Grail. His tastes were eccentric and unpredictable, but I always found myself delighted.
I found myself wearing a lot of different hats. At work, I was a hard worker who showed instant, willing obedience to all orders while trying to show initiative and work smarter within the boundaries of those orders. After work, with Adam and the others, I was the eager, excited nerd ready to consume whatever media Adam put in front of me. Without any members of the shop in sight, I was the adult version of the boy from the park bathroom, reveling in my ability to attract and host a wide variety of sexual partners. Dale was the first, but he was not the last.
I had been in the fleet for almost two months when I was assigned barracks duty the first time. I was warned by Sergeant Jackson that it would be a boring, tedious 24-hour watch post if I didn't prepare for it. Two Marines would be assigned to occupy the Duty Hut, a small room with two little desks situated next to our barracks laundry building. We take post at 0730. We remain in the duty hut throughout the day, unless we were patrolling the barracks, which we needed to do at least every hour. We were to keep a log of every unusual occurrence. If the Duty NCO deemed it acceptable, we could take shifts sleeping while the other kept watch. If Marines needed barracks-related help, we were the first people they went to. Otherwise, it would be a long, boring, quiet night, and I would still have to go to work the next day.
Worse than just having duty, I had duty on a Sunday. Worst of all, that duty Sunday was Halloween.
As it turned out, though, my DNCO was utterly chill about barracks duty. After two hours, he asked for my cell phone number, then told me to leave for lunch. Confused, I informed him, "It's, uh, oh-nine-thirty, Corporal."
He raised an eyebrow at me. "Okay? Be back by fourteen hundred." And he shooed me out.
I went back to my barracks room. I didn't dare get fully into civilian attire - he could text me at any time, especially if a Marine came to the Duty Hut because he had locked himself out of his room. I did, however, strip down to boots and utes. (In Marine speak, that means taking off the jacket from our camouflage utilities, leaving us in boots and utility trousers, as well as an olive drab undershirt.) I hopped onto my bed and lay back, opening the email app on my phone - a totally new experience for me, as the device was my first cell phone and a smartphone to boot - to see whether any of the personal ads I had replied to had replied back.
Of those who had replied, one seemed particularly promising. He was a Latino Marine living in the barracks. According to the email, his name was Gustavo. Judging by the pictures, his dick was huge. He wasn't especially hairy, but he was a bottom. I emailed him back, asking if he had plans today. I was hoping a morning fuck would get me nice and hungry by lunchtime. Sadly, it was almost 1300 by the time he responded, saying he was sorry, but he had to work and wouldn't be free until later. I assumed that he was part of aircraft maintenance - it was a pretty common MOS on the base, and they usually had odd hours.
I emailed back, "No worries. On brks duty tonight. Might hit you up if I get a sleep break tonight?"
I went to the chow hall and got a huge chicken Caesar salad. It would be enough for lunch and dinner. By the time I was approaching the duty hut, I got a notification on my phone. I couldn't check right away - the Marine Corps has rules against walking while looking at your phone in uniform - but when I got to the duty hut, I took a peek. Gustavo had sent me his phone number and the words, "definitely man, lemme know".
The Duty NCO had me rove the barracks. He logged it and passed me a list of times spread out over the next four hours. "Rove at these times. Text me right away if there's anything to report. Otherwise, I'll be back at eighteen hundred to let you go get dinner."
I toured the barracks at the appointed times. Nobody came by to get their room unlocked, but one female sailor did swing by looking for the Duty NCO. She was grateful when I told her he went to get dinner and a nap and bustled off to his room. Imagining that he was about to get laid, I texted the number Gustavo sent me.
"Hey, how you doing?" I took a quick selfie and attached it.
His reply came in about a minute. "Good man. When u off?"
"1800. Not sure for how long yet"
He typed back instantly, "Hmm, lemme know. Roommate will still be here then. He's leaving for a party @ 2000 or so"
I didn't reply. The remainder of the time before 1800 passed without incident, aside from the deluge of Marines leaving the barracks. It was Halloween and everyone had a party to go to. My whole shop (except me) would be at the Corteses' house by now. I was disappointed, but if it meant I'd get to fuck Gustavo, it was worth it.
When the DNCO came back in, he asked, "Any issues?"
"No, Corporal," I replied. "Mostly just Marines leaving for parties."
"Cool," he answered. "You got a party you were hoping to get to?"
"One off base, Corporal," I answered. "So, no."
He shrugged. "Can't help you there, Foreman. You gotta stay on base. Tell you what though, I'll call if I need you here. Otherwise just come back at oh six."
I opened my mouth to protest - after all, he deserved a break too, and if I was away for twelve hours, he wouldn't get much of one. He held up a hand to stop me.
"You met my girlfriend earlier. She's coming back as soon as you're gone, so get the fuck out, okay? I'll call you if I need you."
I understood. I said, "See you then, Corporal," in a chipper tone and departed for my barracks room. Once I was inside, I texted Gustavo. "Off till 02."
There wasn't a particular reason to lie, but I did want to get some sleep tonight.
I polished off my chow hall salad and read a book while waiting for my phone to vibrate. Eventually I had the idea to take off my boxers, so I'd have one fewer thing to worry about when stripping down to fuck Gustavo. Shortly after I got my trousers and boots back on, my phone buzzed. It was a little before 2000. Gustavo had sent, "he's gone, come by" with his barracks building and room number. I went in full cammies and found the building without much difficulty. When I arrived at the right room, I texted, "Here". Gustavo opened the door.
The first thing I noticed about him was that he was short. I guessed 5'1" at most. As he held the door open to invite me in, I peeked at him and noticed more things. He had a sparse handful of tattoos, was shirtless, and was absolutely ripped. He allowed the door to shut behind him and moved into his room. I followed close behind.
The room was dimly lit by a desk lamp with an orange bulb. He led me over to the bed. I grasped the bottom hem of my cammie blouse - yes, we call it a blouse - and pulled it outboard from the center. All the buttons came undone with that swift movement, allowing me to pull the blouse of quickly. I stood in front of the bed. Gustavo moved to put me between him and the bed and gave a firm push.
I lay back on his bed, already starting to get excited. Was he tiny? Sure. But he was also hot, and his aggressive nature was a bit of a turn-on.
See, I'd only had very little exposure to guys willing to be aggressive with me. Most of my experience was with men willing to hook up with a teenager in a public bathroom. None of them ever tried anything remotely aggressive with me, fully aware that if I didn't like the way they behaved, I could yell for help and they'd probably die in prison. Even after I was old enough to pass for an adult, men I hooked up with let me take charge. The closest thing I'd seen to being dominated was Rick's aggressively sexual introduction, Terry playing me like a fiddle, or Gary's desperation to get fucked. I'd never had a guy push me onto his bed, mount me, and start making out with me like Gustavo did.
I was hard pretty quickly, and Gustavo could certainly feel it through his basketball shorts. I reached a hand up one of the legs of his shorts and squeezed his thigh. He ground his ass against the bulge of my dick in response.
I grabbed the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down, causing his cock to bounce free. He was uncut. I had sucked off enough uncut guys to appreciate the differences and similarities. I thrust my hips upward with a fair amount of force. Gustavo wasn't expecting it, so he was thrown forward. He reached out a hand to catch himself on the wall, but I already had his cock halfway down my throat.
As it turned out, he was average sized, in terms of both length and girth. Compared to his tiny body, however, it looked fucking massive. I throated him a few times, then I felt him twist so he could keep his cock in my mouth while reaching behind him to paw at my dick. He got my tan MCMAP belt undone (don't judge, I was still fresh in the fleet) and unbuttoned my trousers, freeing my leaking dick. He pulled out of my mouth and spun around, putting his ass in my face as he started sucking my cock.
I had never eaten a guy's ass before. For a second, I just stared at his hole, thinking about Shane and Terry, the men who had eaten my ass before. I remembered a lot of licking. His ass didn't look dirty. I swallowed my nerves and buried my face in the crack of his ass.
He was ready for this, I realized. Eating his ass didn't taste any different that sucking his dick. He smelled fresh and clean. Not only that, but he was also waxed or something. No way he was this perfectly smooth back here, and no way he accomplished it with a razor. He moaned as I emulated what Shane and Terry had done. Eventually, I wasn't thinking about them anymore. I was just doing what felt natural.
I wasn't expecting it when Gustavo spun around and sat on my dick. I had meant to wear a condom - I had one in my cargo pocket, as well as a little bottle of lube. As he sank down on me, I decided it was too late. I was already coating his insides with my precum.
He got his balance by holding my pecs over my undershirt and started making bucking motions. With each one, my dick came almost entirely out of him before he pulled me back in. I was floored. Dale had been an amazing fuck, but his bottoming technique had been to let me do all the work while he enjoyed it. Gustavo was the opposite. Any time I tried to put effort into fucking him, he seemed annoyed. There was one thing I really wanted to try, though, and I knew it would only work with him, because of his significantly smaller frame.
I scooped my arms under his thighs and used him as a counterbalance so I could stand. My trousers dropped all the way to my boots, restraining me from any movement other than waddling or lying back down. He sunk all the way down onto my dick, his cock and balls resting against my abdomen. He didn't really have a choice in the matter, but he could have protested if he didn't like it. Keeping my arms steady to prevent his body from clinging to mine, I moved my hips back and thrusted. He let out an involuntary moan. I kept going.
It was a goddamn full-body workout. I wish I could say I kept it going for half an hour, maybe that managed to get him against a wall so I wasn't supporting his whole weight on my arms and dick, but after about three minutes of upright fucking with his legs wrapped around me, I was shaking and sweating. I admitted defeat and went back to the bed.
While I was in a sitting position, he kept his legs wrapped around me and tried to bounce up and down on my dick while making out. I tried to break the kiss, to tell him that I was about to cum, but he wouldn't let me break the kiss. I grunted a warning. He grunted back. I fired my full complement into his ass, pulling him even closer. I used his shoulder to muffle the sound of my orgasm despite knowing his roommate was gone.
Gustavo's legs loosened and I flopped back onto the bed as if my bones were made of jelly. He still had my hard dick inside him, and he was jerking himself so fast I was concerned he might tear something. He opened his mouth in warning and I had just enough time to pull the same maneuver I had before. A little bit of cum landed on my lip, but the rest went straight into my mouth. When he was done, he bent down and sucked his cum off my lip, then kissed me. He moaned contentedly as he felt my dick softening against his ass. I could feel his pressed into my abs.
We made out for a while longer, then he got up and started getting dressed. I did the same, tucking my undershirt in, buttoning up my trousers, doing up the buttons of my blouse. He led me back out to the common area, where I ran some water onto my hand and ensured that I didn't have any cum residue on my face. He pulled me down for one last kiss before opening the door for me.
"Thanks, man."
"Thank you," I answered. I realized as the door closed between us that it was the first time we had actually spoken to each other.
I checked my phone before leaving and saw that Sergeant Jackson had texted me. "Hey, you in your room? Stopped by the duty hut to check in with you." The message was about 15 minutes old.
I typed, "Sorry, went to the chow hall" and was about to hit send when I realized the chow hall had been closed since I came over to Gustavo's. I erased it and sent, "Will be soon, Sgt." I pocketed the phone and walked to my barracks building at high speed.
No sooner had I gotten into the barracks and the door shut behind me than Sergeant Jackson was at the door himself, not properly drunk but clearly buzzing. He was wearing a collared shirt, straight jeans that accentuated his ass pretty well, and white tennis shoes. When I let him in, he began talking without preamble. "I didn't want you to be all alone, your first real holiday here. And on duty too. Fuckin' garbage. You weren't supposed to have duty today. Last minute swap on Friday."
I knew that already, as it had been discussed in the office before we left for the weekend. I was self-conscious about how sweaty I was. Surely he was going to ask about it. Instead, he grumbled on about the duty swap for a while, then told me, "Corporal Taylor said you could stay in till oh six." He plucked at the hem of my cammie blouse. "Might as well get comfortable."
"Yeah," I said. "I'm actually gonna take a quick shower."
"Cool," he said, sitting on my bed and kicking off his shoes. "I'm gonna find something to watch." As he turned on my TV and started trying to figure out which device I used for Netflix, I watched him with a smile. I liked the look of him on my bed.
I went into my little closet area and stripped naked. Being nude with him in the room gave me a half chub. I tossed my towel over my shoulder and walked out of the closet, my ass exposed and pointed in his general direction. "Be right back," I said. He didn't look while I had my turned in his direction, to my disappointment.
I rinsed off in the shower, dried off, and walked back into my room with the towel around my waist. I hung my towel up in the closet area, pulled on a pair of silkies that called attention to my dick and ass even when I was totally soft, and went to sit next to him on the bed. He was fully in Adam mode, gushing over the show he was introducing me to that night. I barely paid attention to it, wishing he would notice that I was shirtless, comment on my silkies, point out that he saw my ass earlier. By the time I was thoroughly bored of the show, he was asleep sitting up. I plugged in my phone and set my alarm for 0530, then gently shook him. "Wanna go back to your room?" I whispered.
Adam mumbled back, "I'm too tired drive tonight, I'll just go back in the morning." I puzzled over that for a second - his barracks room was on the same floor of the same building, and it would take literally thirty seconds to get him from my bed to his own - but decided it was probably because he had been drinking.
I got him into a prone position, on his side by the edge of the bed just in case he got sick. I put the trash can there for easy access before turning off the lights and crawling into bed on the wall side before pulling the blankets over us.
I wasn't spooning him. I just had to make sure he didn't fall out of bed. That's the only reason I wrapped my arm around him and pulled him close. I promise.
When my alarm woke me up at 0530, I was surprised to find myself facing the wall, and even more surprised to find that Adam had removed his shirt, rolled so he was facing me, and had wrapped his left arm around me. I could feel his chest against my back. He was as hairy as I was. His right arm was between my shoulder and head, supporting me. He had my pillow to himself. I was most surprised to realize that the sensation of something lightly brushing my neck came from his lips.
Then, sadly, the alarm woke him, too. He rolled away, extricating his right arm from under my head. "Shit," he said. "Sorry, didn't mean to fall asleep."
I shrugged. "No worries. You're not the least attractive person I've ever woken up next to." I got into a set of fresh cammies, pulling the trousers on over my silkies. Adam smirked at my comment, then shifted back into Sergeant Jackson.
"I'm going to try to get you off work by noon. See you at HQ." He pulled on his polo and made his way back to his room.
I sighed as the door closed behind him. He was either not interested or playing it safe due to our professional relationship. To be fair, I knew how much trouble he could be in if there was even an implication of fraternizing between us. In addition to fraternizing charges, he'd be strung up for violating DADT, too. And the only way I'd avoid the same fate would be to insist that he forced me into it. I didn't want that to happen any more than he did. Assuming he had ever thought of me in that way.
I donned my cover and duty belt and toured the barracks on my way down to the duty hut. Nothing unusual to report at this time.