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Latrine Duty By Rim4you
1
My name is Pvt. Charles Jefferies and I'm a recruit at Camp Pendelton Marine Corps Base in California.
My D.I. was Sgt. Adrian Langley. From the minute I laid eyes on him, I was attracted to him. Lusted in my gut for this hunk of a jarhead.
Sgt. Langley was about 6' 2" tall and I'd guess his weight at 190 pounds. Solidly built. Powerfully built. From his broad shoulders down to his trim waist. His eyes were a striking blue. Bluer than the sky on a sunny day, yet bluer than the ocean. His jawline was square and dimpled at the chin. He looked like a body builder crammed into a uniform that could barely contain his massive bulk.
What caught my eye the most, were the mounds of his ass, confined tightly in his pants. The ever present bulge in his crotch was also an eye catcher.
I was in basic training only three weeks when I had my first and only brush with disaster. I had gotten into a brawl with Pvt. Adam's, much to Sgt. Langley's dimay.
"Jefferies!" Sgt. Langley shouted.
"Sir!" I responded.
"In my office on the double, Private!"
"Sir! Yes sir!"
I followed my D.I. to his office, gazing at the lucious mounds of his ass as each cheek seemed to bob with his stride. I could feel my cock stir.
When we arrived at his office, he stepped behind his desk and sat down. I stood, at ease, in front of the desk, looking straight ahead.
"Seems like we need to do something to cool down your hot temper, Jefferies!" Sgt. Langley snapped.
"Sir! Yes sir!" I bellowed back.
"Report to the latrine for duty at 0300 hours. Don't be late, Private!"
"Sir! Yes sir!"
I went back to my barracks wondering why in the hell would I be reporting for latrine duty at three o'clock in the morning.
"It's gonna be a long night," I sighed to myself, when the lights were snapped off for the night.
2
At two-forty-five a.m., I quietly slipped out of my bunk and headed for the latrine. I grasped the door knob, took a deep breath, and stepped inside.
"Lock the door," a voice I recognized to be Sgt. Langley's, "and keep the light off."
The room was dark. The only light came from a window, high up towards the ceiling. The full moon cast a soft glow in the room.
I headed towards the sound of Sgt. Langley's voice. Towards the row of toilet stalls. All of the stall doors were closed, except one.
In the distance, in the soft light cast by the full moon, I could discern a seated figure on a toilet. As I came closer and the figure became clearer and clearer, I could see Sgt. Langley.
My heart pounded in my chest. Here was the man I had lusted for since my first day at Pendelton, seated before me.
"Strip," Sgt. Langley said quietly, but authoritatively.
"Sir?" I whispered, hoarsley. My body quivering with fear and desire, not knowing what to expect, but wanting to comply.
"Take your clothes off, Jefferies!" came Sgt. Langley's hissing voice.
"Yes sir!" I whispered back.
I tossed my clothes in a heap unto the floor. I looked down nervously to my rising eleven inch cock. Not knowing weather to stroke it or coax it back down to a flaccid state.
"On you knees, Jefferies!" came the command.
"Yes sir!" I answered, and sunk to my knees with a thud. My cock bobbed up and down, refusing to yield to my demands to retreat. My hands hung and my side and my head bowed down.
"Now crawl to me, Jefferies!"
"Sir?"
"You heard me, Private! Get down on your hands and knees and crawl to your D.I.!.
"Yes sir!" I whispered, my voice echoing in the empty room.
"And on your way, Private! Clean the floor with your tongue!" Sgt. Langley snarled.
"My tongue sir?"
"That's right! You're tongue!"
I lowered my head to the floor. With each extension of my hands and knees crawling towards Sgt. Langley, I swirled my tongue on the cool floor of the latrine. Tastes I can't even describe met my taste buds. My cock responded by jerking wildly at this act of humiliation. Degradation.
When I had crawled my way to the base of the toilet where Sgt. Langley was seated. I stopped.
"Sir!" I whispered, my body heaving, "Pvt. Charles Jefferies reporting for latrine duty, sir!"
"Good for you Chipper!" Sgt. Langley said, in a slightly different voice. A voice couched with excitement. Sexual arousal.
"I've noticed the way you've been lookin' at my ass Chipper! You like my ass?"
"Sir?" I responded, nervously.
"Answer me boy!" he hissed.
"Sir! Yes sir! I like to look at your ass sir! It turns me on sir!"
"Then lick your way up the bowl Chipper and have yourself a real good look at my hairy, jarhead ass!"
As I licked my way up the cool porcelin of the white bowl I detected a taste I fully recognized and loved. I tasted piss. I savored each and every trace of piss my tongue discovered. As I approached the rim of the bowl, I paused, still swirling my tongue.
My eyes beheld the most beautiful sight. My heart beat wildly within my chest as I could feel a sudden rush of adrenelin coursing through my veins. My cock oozed pre-cum in copious, stringy threads unto the floor.
Sgt. Langley was seated upon the toilet. He was completely naked. His legs were spread wide.
"You like Chipper?" He asked, in a rasping voice.
"Yes sir!" I responded, still swirling my tongue over the rim of the toilet.
My D.I. was seated, not facing me, but rather he was facing towards the back wall of the stall. The muscular mounds of his hairy ass jutted back towards me, within inches of my tongue. A soft sigh escaped me.
"Oh sir!" I grunted.
"Oh yeah Chipper!" Sgt. Langley almost groaned back, "I know your kind. You're an ass boy aren't you? You want fuckin' jarhead, marine ass don't you Chipper?"
"Yes sir! Sgt. Langley sir! I am an ass boy sir!"
"Fuckin' got that right, Private! Take a deep whiff and tell me what you smell boy!"
"Sir! I smell asshole sir!"
"What else do you smell boy?"
"Sir! I smell shit sir!"
"Oh yeah boy! You got that right boy! You are smellin' genuine marine shit! D.I. shit to be exact!"
Sgt. Langley slowly rose to his full height and leaned his weight against the back wall of the stall. He clamped his ass cheeks shut, wich only a moment earlier was spread so invitingly.
"Please sir!" I begged, looking up at his delicious, hairy mounds.
"You'll get your chance boy!" Sgt. Langley responded, in a husky voice, looking over his shoulder, down at me kneeling before the toilet bowl.
"What do you see in the bowl, Private?"
I gazed into the toilet bowl. Mesmerized by the sight of my D.I's. reeking shit, my head swayed back and forth.
"I see shit sir!" I answered.
"Now lower you head into the bowl Chipper and smell my shit!"
"Yes sir!" I responded, and lowered my head into the bowl. My face came within inches of the turds. Long, thick logs that floated upon the water. Obedient to my D.I.'s command, I inhaled deeply.
The aroma of his stink, his shit, wafted into my nostrils. I became intoxicated with the raw scent of the man who drove me wild with animal lust.
"You like my stink, boy?"
"Sir!" I groaned, not raising my head, "I love your stink, sir!"
Sgt. Langley lowered his ass onto my bent head, and in one quick motion, one downward thrust, he dunked my head into the foul, filthy water of the bowl. My face smashed against his turds along the wall of the bowl.
As quickly as he had dunked me, Sgt. Langley bucked himself upwards, releasing me. My submerged head shot up and I gasped for air, a turd suspended from my mouth, my face smeared with his stinking shit.
"Now eat out my ass!" Sgt. Langley said, huskily. "Clean out the latrine, Private!"
Sgt. Langley thrust his ass back towards me. With his hands he pulled his ass cheeks apart revealing his puckered asshole, tinged with shit.
I thrust my head into his hairy ass trench. The turd I had in my mouth, smashed against his hole. I rubbed my face up and down his ass crack, spreading his filth.
"Clean out the latrine, Chipper!" Sgt. Langley hissed, "eat my fuckin' shitty ass! Yeah! Oh yeah!"
He grinded his stinking, filthy ass over my sucking mouth. I slurped my D.I.'s raunch into my hungry mouth, chewing his shit. Swallowing his shit. Licking and licking his shit.
"You like latrine duty Chipper?" Sgt. Langley grunted, gyrating his filthy ass all over my face.
"Yes sir!"
"Then open up fucker 'cause I'm gonna shit right in your fuckin' jarhead, toilet mouth!"
I tilted my head back and opened my shitty mouth wide. Sgt. Langley's asshole puckered. His ass lips flared open. A stinking fart blew forcefully into my mouth and nose. Wet. Juicy. Ripe. At the same moment my mouth filled with a warm, smelly, creamy pile of his shit.
"Thank you sir!" I groaned, almost in unintelligable words, my mouth overflowing with shit.
"Fuck yeah! Eat marine shit, boy! Eat it!"
I chomped the pasty goo in my mouth. It was like having a mouthful of peanut butter, only it stunk. It's stink turned me on more and more.
I slammed my cock against the spit slimed toilet bowl and humped furiously. I was fucking the outer basin of the toilet as if I were fucking the tightest asshole, pinning my legs around the bowl tightly.
In a flash, Sgt. Langley flung himself around. I only caught sight of his long, thick veiny cock for a brief instant before I felt its thickness filling my shitty mouth.
"Fuckin' the latrine! Oh fuck yeah! I'm fuckin' the filthy, stinkin' jarhead latrine!" Sgt. Langley hissed loudly. His dirty words bounced of the walls of the empty room and echoed in my ears.
I sucked his dirty dick with a nasty vengence. His filth slid down the back of my throat as his turgid cock pummelled my mouth like a jackhammer. Plowing. Pushing his shit down my throat.
I reached behind me to my smooth, spread ass cheeks. I ruggedly forced a finger up my asshole. Then two. Then three fingers. Stretching my shit chute. Raping it.
"That's it Chipper! Finger fuck your asshole! Drive those fuckers in deep!"
In my depraved lust, I yanked my fingers out of my asshole and thrust my hand into the brown water of the toilet bowl. Grabbing what felt like a handful of Sgt. Langley's shit, I slammed my dirty hand into my ass trench and and smeared his shit up and down my smooth ass.
The stench of shit swirled through the air. Our mutual lust, upon detecting this aroma, mounted.
Again I probed my twitching, shit smeared hole. Now four fingers snaked there way into my burning hole.
"Do it marine!" My D.I. groaned, fucking my mouth with his huge dick, "shove your fist up your stinkin' jarhead ass! Show me that you're 'semper fi!'"
I let out a yelp as my thumb pushed its way into my hungry hole. I had five fingers, my own fingers up my ass and my D.I.'s dirty dick in my mouth. I was in devil dog heaven. I thrust my lust filled butt back upon my probing fingers, and my sucking asshole swallowed my hand up to my wrist.
"Aaarrrggghhh!" I grunted and groaned loudly.
"Fuckin' nasty pig boy!" Sgt. Langley hissed, wickedly. "Bet you're wallowin' in your own shit now! Aren't you boy?"
I shook my head in the affirmative. My mouth and my ass were stuffed at both ends with marine. I was in agony and sweet ecstacy at the same time.
"Latrine duty ain't over yet boy!"
Sgt. Langley opened his mouth and slowly let a a wad of spit roll off of his tongue. His spit wad landed with a smack on my lips, which I greedily applied to his shitty cock and sucked and sucked. His cock became frothed over with his spit and mine, and the rank sludge from his asshole.
"Sir! More sir! Please sir!" I gasped, momentarily pulling my mouth off the huge cock, burying my fist as deeply as I could up my asshole. My gaping manhole responded with sloppy, slurping sounds and noxious, smelly, wet farts that added to the already foul stench in the air.
"Fuckin' devil dog, jarhead, can't get enough huh?"
"Please, Sgt. Langley, sir!" I pleaded. "More, sir!"
My D.I. hunk reached down to his filthy, shit smeared ass trench. He grunted and deposited upon his hand one final turd. Raising his hand to his nostrils, he took a deep breath.
"Fuckin' marine stink!" he groaned. "Get ready fucker!"
He opened his mouth and sucked his turd in. Chewed rapidly and swallowed hard. Sgt. Langley's gut reaction came instantly. His body heaved and his stomach muscles retracted. His mouth flew open and he spewed his shitty vomit all over my face.
I slurped this new filth, which coated his rock hard dick, eagerly into my sucking mouth.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm!" I groaned, in a gutteral voice.
"Thank you sir!" I moaned, turning my slimy face upwards to him.
He smiled approvingly, then reached down with his hand and smeared the filth from his gut all over my face and head.
"Yeah! That's what I fuckin' like to see! A fuckin' devil dog covered in my stinkin' filth!"
Sgt. Langley relaxed for a moment. Leaning back against the wall, he grabbed my head with his hands and forced my mouth more deeply unto his throbbing cock.
As I buried my face into his putrid pubic hairs, my mouth was flooded with the rush of his steamy, acrid piss. I drank his rancid nectar with groans of pig appreciation. I swallowed and swallowed. I drank and drank.
My hand pumped my shitty hole furiously while at the same time my oozing cock humped the toilet bowl. I needed to cum. I wanted to cum. My cock ached to release its pent up load of spooge.
Sgt. Langley sensed this too. His cock began to fuck my mouth with a vengence after his piss stream subsided.
"Fuckin' gonna cream your toilet fuckin' mouth!" Sgt. Langley screamed. "Take it! ... Take it! ... Ah fuck, boy! ... I'm gonna fuckin' shoot my load!"
The D.I. rammed his cock deep into my mouth. Wave after wave of his spunk hit the back of my throat.
"Fuck! Fuck! Aaarrrggghhh ...Fuck!" he yelled, as his cock exploded his seed.
At the same time my dick erupted, sending a geyser of cum splattering onto my chest, on the rim of the toilet bowl and splashed into the brackish water.
My fist slid out of my ass all covered in shit. I reached down to pump the last spurts of cream from my dick with my shitty hand.
As our orgasms subsided. Sgt. Langley crashed down upon the toilet. His body heaved and sighed.
I fell back onto the floor, my legs spread before him, rubbing his stinking filth all over my body.
4
"What was that hollering?" Private Ryan, whispered to the marine on the lower bunk.
"That my friend," Private Adams, whispered back, "was the sound of latrine duty!"
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