FLORIDA Chapter 6

There was a soft knock on the door jamb of Nick’s quarters.  As the Captain in charge of training the recruits, he had a small private bedroom with a private head and closing and locking door at the far end of the barracks where the recruits slept in their bunks.  Against one wall was shoved a simple desk which held his laptop; on the other wall was the Spartan cot that Nick slept on.  “Come,” Nick barked, not looking up from where he was seated, checking his email.  Ty pushed the door open and quietly closed it behind him.  Nick looked up; he was already showered and shaved, his thick dark hair expertly parted and still damp.  He had missed a spot of shaving cream behind his earlobe.  Nick was in his boots and fatigues, skintight olive tshirt clinging to his upper body.

Nick nodded towards his cot.  “Sit, Grady,” he ordered.  Ty did he as he was told, nodding and answering, “Yes, Sir.”  Even though they were working this case as equals, Nick technically outranked him, plus in the role he was playing he should address him that way.

Ty slept out with the young Marine recruits.  He had the first bunk as you entered the barracks, so noone could come or go without passing him and his watchful eye.  The Staff Sargeant was supposed to mentor and fit in with the men; almost be one of them, but more like an older brother.

Ty was also already showered, even though there was still a half hour before the other recruits would be rousted out of their beds.  Both men naturally woke early, and this was a good time for them to be able to quietly share information on the mission at hand.

“Any thoughts on how to track the disappearances?” Nick asked, leaning back in his chair.  Ty couldn’t help but notice how the tight tshirt clung to Nick’s tight waist and flat belly, hugged his big pecs, biceps straining the tight sleeves.  Then he raised his eyes to Nick’s face.  As much as he loved Zane, he was back in the Marine headspace and there was no way to avoid the potential arousal of all the fit male bodies.  Mostly the younger men, the recruits, didn’t do much for him.  Ty liked men, not boys, and Nick was all man.  Maybe if they had met 10 years ago…  or if Nick hadn’t had his history with Scott…  how did things get this fucked up?  Ty loved Zane and that was all there was to it.  Any history between Nick and his dead lover Scott or with Wes was their own business.  Ty could have sworn Wes was lying when asked point blank if there was anything inappropriate going on between him and Nick.  Generally Ty trusted Wes, but now that was Zane’s problem.  If Nick had any issue with Ty, it would focus on Scott. 

“Yes Sir,” Ty answered, leaning forward.  “Of course the men all disappeared, in ones or twos, when they had liberty and were out having a good time.  I’ve asked around for what are the fun places to go, and while there doesn’t seem to be a pattern, that tells me either that the recruits are being watched and tracked, or…  that there’s someone on base giving out the information.”  Nick’s eyes didn’t betray any emotion when as he listened.  “I figured the former…  but the idea of someone on base being involved?  Damn Grady, that’s some serious shit.”  Nick nodded in agreement.  “I know.  I’m going to accompany the men on liberty this weekend, and I’ll keep my eyes out for a tail.  But before we go, I’ll spread some misinformation about where we’re heading.  So if the bad guys find us, then it’s a tail.  But if they show up where I drop a hint, then we know there’s an informant.  Zane will be at the dummy location to observe.”

“Solid plan,” Nick commented.  “Where does that leave us?”

“Us?” Ty asked, confused.

“Yes, Special Agent Grady.  Us.  You’ve been busting for a confrontation since you showed up here.  But I need you to know that I’ve finally put Scott to rest.  So there is no reason for you to feel like you owe me anything, or tell me anything, about a man I knew better than you ever did.”

Ty drank that in.  “You sure you don’t want to hit me?” he asked. 

The barest smile crossed Nick’s face.  “Oh I want to hit you all right.  But will that really solve anything?”

Ty stared at Nick for a long moment.  He did have something he needed to get off his chest.  He looked back up.  “Scott was afraid of dying.  That was his greatest fear.  I always thought it was because he was leaving his family behind.  But it was you.”

Nick’s eyes stayed locked on Ty’s, remaining silent.

Ty continued.  “When I heard he was shot over the walkie talkie, I was the one to call for Med Evac.  I saw the chopper coming.  The chatter was that he was hurt bad.  The chopper couldn’t come fast enough; I willed it to fly faster.  I was running like hell to meet it, and be with Scott while they loaded him, to see how he was, tell him he had to pull through.”

Ty paused, wiping his hand over his face.  “The chopper was just touching down, I was about 20 yards away, running.  I saw the medic wave the chopper away, to take to the air again.  It was no longer needed.  I came rushing up, shoving the Medic out of the way, and sank to my knees beside the stretcher.  He was gone, his blank eyes staring up.  Nick, you need to know that I’m the one who closed his eyes.  It killed me that I couldn’t be there for him.”

Twin tears streaked down Nick’s face.  Ty had suffered too, he realized.  Everything else melted away; here were two US Marines, sharing the eternal bond of men who had lost a brother in arms.  Both had suffered, both knew they had lost something, but both were still alive and needed to move on.  Silently, the two men stood, closed the small space between, and embraced.  Strong arms each held the other.  They remained silent; no words were needed.  Finally, they pulled back, and looked at each other, studying the emotions they were both trying to hide.  Nick didn’t flinch as Ty reached out and touched the side of his face, running a finger behind his earlobe.  He pulled it back, with a small dab of shaving cream on it.  Nick ignored the fact that his cock was hard in his pants from the embrace and the touch.  “It’s time to wake the men,” Nick stated firmly.  “Yes, Sir” Ty replied, saluting and turning on his heel.

With Ty’s hand on the doorknob, he heard Nick say , “Oh and Staff Sergeant Grady…”  Ty turned to look at his commanding officer, eyebrows raised.  “I will fight you now.”  Nick grinned, adding “Let’s put on a show for the men.  1900 hours.  Bare to the waist.  Fists.  You arrange a pony keg.  And after I kick your ass, you get a night’s liberty.” 

“Yes, Sir!” was Ty’s enthusiastic response.  He would get his fight after all; it was what he wanted, and he had an idea how it would end.  Nick heard his Staff Sergeant bellow “RISE AND SHINE LADIES!!!” through the closed door.

FLORIDA Chapter 5

Zane and Ty were driving back to their hotel.  That morning they met with Stark’s base commander.  It was clear the guy had faith in Stark but something had to give here; the Marine Corps couldn’t have young men entrusted to them just disappear without a trace.  The base commander had agreed that the plan to have Ty join Stark’s recruits was a good idea but felt Ty was too old to be one of them, so he would be assigned as the new Staff Sargeant under Stark.  Zane couldn’t help think Ty was almost giddy about being in uniform again.  At the same time, it was obvious that Ty was deep in thought about how to pull it off, what he would do and how he would act to gain the trust of the recruits and be under Stark’s command while still investigating the disappearances and relaying information to his contacts Wes and Zane.  Keeping Stark up to date should be no problem since the two would be working closely together.  That was another area of concern for Ty, because of the history with Scott.  

Ty had already stopped off at base requisitions to pick up the uniform with all the correct insignia.  Then they stopped and got his hair cut high and tight.  On the drive back to the hotel for their last night together before Special Agent Ty Grady became SST Grady, Zane was overcome with the transformation his partner was able to pull off.  It wasn’t just the haircut although Zane certainly felt he was getting a glimpse back a few years for how Ty must have looked while still in the Corps.  Zane knew Ty was trained at undercover work and assuming different identities, and even though becoming a Marine was something he knew Ty would be able to pull off with ease, he was still astounded at how Ty rocked his new identity. 

Back in the room, Ty stripped down and tried on the uniform.  It fit and of course he looked amazing in it.  When Ty looked up from checking out his reflection in the mirror, he caught sight of Zane standing in the door to the bathroom.  He was holding something up; a safety razor.  “Oh no,” Ty muttered.  “Oh yes,” Zane replied, grinning.  “You’ll look younger if you shave your body.  And I can help with those hard to reach places,” Zane couldn’t help adding with a grin.  Ty muttered and grabbed the razor away from Zane.  “I hate having stubble on my body!” Ty complained, but he started tossing clothes off right and left.  He turned the tap on to get the water warm, then spread shaving cream over his pecs and down his hard stomach.  He slowly shaved his chest and trail.  He turned his backside to the mirror, then looked over his shoulder.  Zane was right, he needed some cleanup on his muscled butt as well.  Well, might as well get the humiliation over with.  “Zane, mind shaving my ass?”  Ty called pleasantly towards his partner.  Ty prepped his backside with shaving cream as Zane entered the bathroom, taking the razor.  Both of them faced the mirror, Zane standing behind Ty, a few inches taller.  Zane grabbed Ty by the back of the neck and roughly shoved him bent over the counter, kicking his legs wide.  He was immensely turned on by the young jarhead image that had been forming in his mind all afternoon.  As he focused on his work, Zane ordered, “Reach back and spread your cheeks for me, Staff Sergeant.”  “Yes, Sir!” was Ty’s eager reply, with that usual grin.  Ty watched Zane concentrate as he ran the razor in Ty’s crack and down to his taint.  “Whatsa matter Lone Star, you look like you could eat me,”  Ty teased as he looked down at his own thickening cock.  Zane grinned in reply, adding “That could be easily arranged.”  After wiping the excess shaving cream away with a damp hand towel, Zane forcibly spread Ty’s butt wide open with his strong hands and licked a wide swath up the smooth crevice.  Ty quivered, and his hole reacted.  Zane unzipped and hauled out his already dripping erection, and took Ty easily right there, holding him in place from behind, their eyes locked on each other in the mirror, Ty’s hardon flailing as Zane’s huge cock was buried in his ass, manhandling Ty for all to brief a period before unloading into him.  Ty jerked himself as he was being pounded, the two cumming together in unison.  Ty leaned his head back to Zane’s shoulder, eyes closed.  Zane took advantage and licked and nipped at Ty’s neck.

They cleaned up a bit, then moved to the bed, lying in each other’s arms.  They were both thinking about starting the mission, and the imminent separation it required.  "Zane, talk to Wes.  Figure that part out.  I will keep in touch on the encrypted email.”    Zane nodded as they drifted off to sleep.  The next morning, Ty late Zane sleep in as she transformed himself into a young Staff Sargeant.  The absence of Ty next to him in bed slowly brought Zane out of the deep sleep he had been enjoying.  Transformation complete, Ty walked to the bedside, leaned down, and hovered his head right above Zane’s.  Zane kissed him and then came the hard part; letting him go.  Zane burned the image into his memory of Ty walking out the door, duffel slung over his shoulder, with the swagger that he new came naturally to the ex-Marine.

Three nights later the first email came thru the encrypted server:

Z, so far I’ve learned I am not 26 anymore even though I may look it.  Hell these damn recruits look like they’re still in Jr High so they think I’m an old man.  Stark is playing his part, we meet every morning but he’s still fired up.  Damn fool had me run them and go along with full packs for 20 miles.  Every 5 he wanted them to drop for 50.  Then the bastard had me demonstrate another 50 and a hand to hand session.  He’s a good trainer, one of the best I’ve seen, but he blames me for his loss.  I guess he should. Anyway, at some point we have to settle this and when it happens it will be bad.  I am warning you, stay out of it and know I can handle myself.  I’m feeling a bare knuckle match coming buddy.  Just be around when it’s over.  I agreed to meet him at his place for the old behind the building shirts off settle it like men thing. 

I have liberty all night tomorrow so you can take me back to the hotel when things get done for good or bad.  As to the guys, have to admit the hard workout has earned their trust.  They seem to genuinely like me and seek out my company after hours.  In a couple more days, they said they wanted me to go out for some fun with them.  Should be what we need to sniff out what happened to the missing men.  My only worry is how to pass for the real deal with them.  I may have to go down a bad road.  I can palm a pill or fake a drink but I don’t know what’s coming.  There was talk of visiting a brothel.  Needed you to hear that from me before not after.  Hey if it’s bad, you and I will have to work me thru it.

Can’t say more now.  They are all looking for me for a poker game.  

FLORIDA Chapter 4

"Harder," Nick commanded.  

"Nick, are you sure?  I'm not - " Wes replied, looking uncertain.

"HARDER!" Nick repeated, dead serious.

Wes sighed, raised his right arm, and brought the belt down hard on Nick's bare butt.  Overhead, Nick's muscled arms were tied to a stout beam.  Wes ran his eyes over the fully nude man he had only met 24 hours before, bound facing away from his tormentor.  The broad shoulders, muscled back, trim waist, flaring butt, strong thighs and calves all told of the hours Nick spent in the gym and on base kicking the asses of young recruits.  He was an authority figure, someone the young men looked up to, always in charge, always with the answer, always pushing them.  Nick never got to give up control, and having the memories of Scott resurrected this afternoon had made his need all the more acute.  His head whipped back and he moaned plaintively as the hard stroke landed on his buttocks.  It was one of a couple dozen angry red stripes already up and down his back and ass.  Put there by Wes, at Nick's request.  

The drive to Nick's place was almost completely in silence.  The sun was setting; Nick lived in an idyllic weathered shack not far from the beach.  Definitely a low rent district if the poorly maintained yards of his neighbors were any indication.  Nick's yard was artfully filled with salvaged marine equipment; anchors, floats, and nets.  Wes commented on it, hoping to get Nick to talk.  "You gather up all this cool stuff?" Wes asked.  "Place came this way," was Nick's only answer.  After unlocking the door, Wes followed Nick inside, eyes glued to the Marine's butt filling out his camouflage pants.  What was wrong with him, lusting after a man? he told himself.  But the argument was wearing thin, as the memory of last night came into his mind, of the hard but pliable ass spread before him, Wes' thick cock sinking in deep.  God, nothing in his life had ever felt as amazing.  

Nick walked thru the small living space, barking "Sit down" to Wes as he walked thru to the galley kitchen.  Wes plopped down on the sagging sofa.  Soon Nick was beside him, their legs touching because of the small sofa being occupied by two big men.  Two cold beers and one bottle of Jack Daniels sat on the coffee table.  Nick reached forward and popped his open, taking a long hit.  Wes followed suit, drinking more slowly.  Wes got the distinct feeling he had been invited here for a specific purpose, not just to shoot the shit.  He had a feeling he knew what it was, and he was already reconciled with the idea of taking the big Marine's ass again.  But Nick didn't seem able to ask for it, so Wes started by asking, "Nick, what are we - "  But before he could finish his thought, Nick asked quietly but firmly "Wes, I need you to do something for me."  Wes nodded and grinned a bit, "Well I figured that, and I'm - "  But again Nick cut him off.  "No, not that.  You can do it later if you want though."  At this point Nick looked over at Wes and locked on his eyes.  "I need you to hurt me.  I need to feel something."  Wes started to ask for details, figuring Nick needed a shrink, not a separated, curious DEA agent who was investigating a case in which Nick was a prime suspect.  His ability to remain objective was already long gone, and he had even lied to Zane to protect Nick.  Was he protecting Nick, or himself?  He pondered that as Nick continued, eyes still locked on Wes.  "Scott Morris and I were together.  Lovers.  Whatever you want to call it.  The mission he didn't come home from was his last overseas assignment.  It was time for me to re-up or get out, and we were making plans for a future together.  He came home in a flag draped coffin.  I lost it bad.  I re-upped but was suck a fuckup that my CO busted me down to training recruits.  Turns out I'm good at it," he gave Wes a wry smile.  "That was four years ago.  I've turned down several requests for me to return to overseas duty.  I want to, but I need to get Scott out of my head.  Once and for all."

The count was up to 85 strokes before Nick slumped in his bonds, sweat covering his powerful body.  Wes had long since entered the right headspace to give Nick what he needed.  After 50 strokes, Wes had paused and reached around the front of Nick's tensed body, feeling the hard stomach and solid pecs; then he was shocked when he tangled his hand in Nick's thick belly fur, going lower and encountering his raging hardon.  "I'm good.  Keep going," Nick had said quietly."  After Wes had untied Nick's arms, Nick had slumped back into his embrace.  As Wes helped Nick into the bedroom to see to his back, he was startled when he spotted a series of milky puddles on the floor.  Nick had ejaculated at some point, the remains of his load still clinging to his half hard cock.  After laying him down, Wes went into the bathroom to look for some salve or lotion to put on his back.  "Get back here," Nick spoke up finally, his voice muffled by the pillow.  "But your back...  it's covered in red welts..."  "I don't have to be back on base until Monday, they will have faded by then," Nick replied.  Continuing, Nick kept his head down but told Wes, "Come fuck me.  I know you want to."  Finally Nick turned his head to look at Wes, standing in the doorway.  Wes asked, "But do you want me to?" uncertain if he was taking advantage of an emotionally traumatized, vulnerable man.  "You still don't get it, do you Wes?  I want to be used.  I want you to take what you want, with no regard for me."  Wes approached the bed, unbuttoning his fly.  Nick was true to his word; the rougher Wes was, the more he reacted.  As Wes gripped Nick's waist and ejaculated deep inside the Marine, Nick was sobbing, "Scott, Scott...  I'm sorry Scott...  why did you leave me?"  It was obvious the man was still torn up inside, even though he hid it in his everyday life on base.

Hours later, in bed naked together, Nick shed some light on his and Scott's experimenting with bondage and bdsm activities.  Initially a way to demonstrate their macho toughness and ability to withstand pain and torture, it had grown erotic.  Nick got up naked out of bed and padded to a small desk against the wall.  Not modest, Nick bent over and retrieved a framed photo that was face down in the bottom drawer and brought it over to the bed.  Holding it out for Wes, he quietly pronounced, "That's Scott and me."  Wes took the picture carefully and studied it.  Two shirtless built men, probably taken a decade ago at the beach, both in speedos tight on their fit young bodies.  Nick was already pretty hairy, but Scott was a smooth blond with bright blue eyes.  Their arms were around each other's shoulders, big silly grins on their faces; for all the world, just two best buddies hamming it up at the beach.  But if you knew what you were looking for, it was obvious that these two man were together.  The matching USMC tattoos on big biceps tied them together.  

At the same time, across town, Ty and Zane were also basking in the afterglow of a quick rough fucking session.  As was more often than not the case, Zane had taken Ty's thick 7 inches.  Sitting up in bed, the sheets around their waists, the two fit man groped each other's torsos as they came down off the physical high from the release.  Usually when he was doing Zane, Ty would pull him up to be on all fours, and reach under Zane to jerk him off while he was getting pounded.  They had a pretty good track record of cumming at the same time.  Ty reached up and took Zane's chin in his hand, turning Zane to face him.  "Two questions."  "Shoot," Zane replied.  Ty nodded.  "First, what's the history with you and Wes?  Second, what's going on between Wes and Nick?"

Zane explained that Wes had been his DEA contact when he was working undercover in Miami.  Ty took that at face value.  What Zane didn't share is that Wes had often come by to prep Zane on the details of the operation, joining him in some heavy alcohol consumption to get ready.  Zane had a modified loft in the warhouse district when he worked in Miami.  The place had an open floorplan, and after an hour of drinking and reviewing the case, before heading out Zane would usually change into his undercover garb right in front of Wes.  Pulling on tight leather pants over a jockstrap, and pulling a tight black tshirt down over his bare torso, Wes had seen just about every inch of Zane.  No way was Zane sharing that with Ty, who had a habit of showing a jealous streak about Zane's body.  Zane often thought Wes' eyes had lingered on his body when he thought Zane wasn't looking, but the man never gave any indication of interest.  Plus, even though they hadn't professed any commitment to each other at that early stage in their relationship, Zane felt owned by Ty and wouldn't have responded even if Wes had made a move.

"OK, what about my second question," Ty continued.  Zane shook his head, "Wes denied it, but there was something between them, I could tell.  It wasn't the first time they had met, that was obvious."  Zane turned the conversation back to Ty.  "How did it go when you talked to Stark?  What was with the strong reaction to Morris?"  Ty's mouth moved to a frown.  "He's clean, and he's right about the recruits."  Then Ty looked up at Zane.  "As for him and Scott Morris...  they were fucking."  Zane's eyebrows went up.  "He tell you that?"  "He didn't have to," Ty replied.  Zane gave a low whistle.  Zane turned the conversation back to the case.  "How are we going to pick up the trail of the recruits who went missing?" Zane asked.  Ty said confidently, "Got it all figured out partner.  You're looking at Stark's newest recruit."  Zane started to comment, but then nodded his head; it was obvious what Ty intended, and not only was there no talking Ty out of something once he had his mind made up, but it was also the perfect plan.

Back at the beach cabin, Nick was sitting on the edge of the bed, legs spread, soft cock and long hanging hairy balls swinging free.  Wes sat behind him, rubbing salve on the welts.  "I did a number on you, Nick."  As Wes' hand swiped up toward Nick's shoulder, Nick raised his hand to briefly cover Wes'.  "Thank you.  It did the trick, Wes.  Come Monday morning, I'm back to my old self.  I'm telling my CO I'm accepting the assignment to go to Cairo."  

FLORIDA Chapter 3

Wes woke up Sunday morning alone.  He sat up on the edge of the berth and thought.  Nick was gone but he knew it had happened. He woke too many times during the night to just watch the big stud sleep.  It had been an incredible experience that he never knew he would want.  Now he couldn't get it out of his head.  Nick must have left before he woke.  Well, at least he had tried that.   But, probably that was the only time it would happen, at least with Nick.

 

He started to get dressed and realized the small cabin smelled of sweat and sex and Nick.  He smelled the man's scent on himself, his sheets.  This wouldnt work.  He showered and took the sheets down to the laundry and left them in.  Back at the boat, he laid out on the deck in his shorts reading the case file.  Everything he saw squared with what Nick told him last night and he believed the guy.  Still wondering how this landed on him and he landed on Nick, smiling as he thought about it, he finished the file.  This was going to take undercover professional LEOs.  DEA didn't do much undercover.  The Federal LEO community was really small.  Going below, he got his cell phone and dialed.

 

Zane opened the door, his shirt soaked, Ty right behind him barechested of course.  Why had he agreed to this running shit.  It wasn't his strong suit but it seemed important to Ty.  Today Ty had him up to 20 miles and he was feeling every mile.  He headed straight to the kitchen for water.  Ty headed straight to the bedroom.  Guess he will shower thought Zane.  If I weren't so tired I would join him.  He was startled by the phone ringing, his not Tys.  You are wound too tight Garrett he thought.  "Garrett".  "Zane, Wes Moore here.  Been a long time."  Zane stopped dead, Wes and he were friends a while back but he hadn't heard from him since DEA shipped him to Ft. Walton and honestly Zane didn't try finding him.  It was too close to Miami and bad memories.  Wes was a good guy.  One of the type that would never understand Zane's newfound life.  "Wes good to hear from you.  How's FL?".   Wes started relating the story.  Zane was already tesning then Ty walked naked into the kitchen.  Christ the man ...  "Yea yea that ... sounds like ... but we shut it down", Zane said.  Ty grinning knelt on the floor and pulled Zanes shorts down as Zane shook his head and tried to push him away.  Zane continued listening, but Ty was...well Ty.  Damn he .... what the hell is he thinking doing that when I am on the phone... Ty taking his cock slowly in his mouth his eyes grinning up at Zane.  With great will Zane pushed him off.  "Wes, I swore I would never walk back into that but yea I will talk to Burns about cooperating FBI to DEA.  I can be there tomorrow.  Look, my partner is a former Marine let me see if he can join us.  He may relate better to Stark.  See if you are missing something."  Ty's ears perked up at that.  He hung up holding his head.  He explained it all to Ty.  What was going on, the Stark situation.  "Zane, if hes a Marine, he didn't have anything to do with it and if you think you are going to south FL without me, you are seriously more fucked up than I thought." The call to Burns was quick and a few hours later the guys were at BWI headed for Ft. Walton.

 

"Captain Stark, this is Agent Wes Moore of the DEA.  You may remember me?"  Stark thought about that one, yea he would remember Wes for a while.  "Yea, of course Moore.  This about the case?"  " Yea Capt Stark, we need to take a formal statement from you.  We should be ready about 3."  Moore hung up with Stark's commitment to show.  He ignored the offer for beer later.  This had to stay professional.

 

"Wes, good to see you", Zane had his hand out dressed sharp.  "Good to see you Zane. And this must be SA Grady?"  Wes looked Grady over, god had that shirt ever seen the laundry?  This guy had been a Marine?  "Good to meet you Wes, call me Ty.  When's your boy coming?" Wes pulled up short a second, and told them the time.  Precisely at 3 as he had just finished exchanging info with the FBI agents, Stark showed up.  He was in BDUs, blouse over t shirt.  Perfect Marine image. 

 

"Captain Stark, nice to see you again", did the guy just smile?  "Agent Moore sir and these gentlemen are?"  Wes pointed casually, "SA Zane Garrett and his partner SA Ty Grady of the FBI.  Grady was formerly with Marine force recon".  Starks eyebrows shot up.  "You are a Marine?" his shock registering.  "Yea Mr. officer sir, lowly staff sgt here so maybe I don't meet your approval".  Stark was abosorbed.  "What unit were you in?" Ty gave him the information and Stark almost growled.  "Scott Morris was with that unit.  You didn't get him out".  Zane reacted before Ty could speak, "those details are classified Stark but I can tell you Morris died a hero".  Ty swallowed hard and just stared at Stark.  "Is there a problem Marines", Wes barked.  Stark answered, "No problem".  Wes turned back to Stark, "I thought you might prefer a brother in arms to take your statement."  Stark shrugged, "Answers are the same regardless Wes, uhh Agent Moore."  Fine, you talk to SA Grady here."  Ty saw something pass between the men, weird almost felt like...nah no way.. on to the job.

 

Zane and Wes continued talking about options as Ty pressed Stark hard.  When Ty returned he told them he had sent Stark away.  "There is no way that man is involved in this.  He is a good Marine."  Zane questioned, "Ty do you know Stark?"  "No" Ty had a funny look, " but Scott did and ... respected him.  That and his statement are enough for me."  "Well, we are all agreed then, it ain't him" said Wes.  We should re-group tomorrow and figure out where to go.  I think its going to take some of your UC work boys."  Zane assured him that would work and then told Ty to wait outside.  "Wes, its been a long time but ... are you somehow personally involved in this case? Are you objective." Wes snorted, "What do you mean Zane, I have never met this guy before.  I just have a feeling in my gut."   "Yea, those gut feelings.  Sometimes you have to act on them Wes".  Zane walked out.

 

Wes needed a drink.  He changed out of his DEA marked polo into a t shirt and left.  Found himself driving to the bar where he had met up with Stark Saturday night.  He didn't know what he was expecting.  He walked in and sat down and ordered a beer as Stark stalked up, eyes full of fire.  "Remember you?  Hell man I FELT you all day yesterday and I plan to remember you a long time.  Provided that is you can keep me out of jail". Wes just gaped at him.  "Come on Wes, you look like you could use some air.  Lets go drink at my place."

 

Wes stood as if in a dream and followed Nick out.

FLORIDA Chapter 2

Wes nodded slowly as he looked up from Nick’s enormous swinging cock and balls to his open face.  “Sure Nick, that sounds fun” he managed to get out as he tried not to stare at Nick’s body.  Obviously the man wasn’t modest, but why the fuck was Wes interested in checking out his body anyway?  Maybe because they had been grappling bare skin to bare skin earlier, and that changed the rules; masculine men at the gym weren’t supposed to let nudity bother them, right? 

Nick grinned in return “Great, let me get dressed and let’s meet out in front in like 10, ok Wes?”  “Sure thing,” Wes answered as he pulled his jeans up over his muscular ass, reaching down carefully in front to make sure the jockstrap pouch wouldn’t get pinched as he buttoned up his fly.  Kneeling to pull on his boots, he watched Nick’s taut buttocks flex as he walked down the row of lockers to his own.  His eyes remained glued on it, drinking in the details that had been covered by Nick’s tight wrestling shorts.  The younger man had been tanning in a speedo; that was obvious from the tan line.  The white butt was set off by a healthy tan on Nick’s back and thighs.  The globes of his ass were muscular, with a dusting of hair, getting thicker toward the crack.  Above his butt was a patch of fuzz on his lower back.  Wes idly realized that it would show when Nick wore his speedo.  He had a stiffening in his pants when he realized he wanted to see Nick in his speedo.  Wes shook his head and looked away as he pulled his tight tank top on.  He thought he compared pretty well to the younger marine; that must be what was making him analyze another man’s body.  Even though a decade separated them, Wes could hold his own in the body department. 

As Nick pushed through the front door, he debated whether he should be up front with Nick about having the case file for the young marines who had disappeared on his desk.  Nick was one of the interviewees on the case; in fact of the 7 young men who had turned up missing over the last few months, 5 of them had been trainees under Nick.  The other two were from the same base, but had a different trainer.  Wes decided to play it cool, figuring he could get more unfiltered information out of Nick without him knowing Wes’ involvement.  He figured he might have to deal with some fallout later, but it was worth it to get some good leads.  After skimming the case file, it was obvious that Captain Nick D. Stark, US Marines, was strongly assumed to have some role in the disappearance.  Wes didn’t buy it, but knew that the Marine Corps wanted someone behind bars and the missing young men found, even if it was their corpses.  And they wanted it quickly.

Nick waved and smiled, gesturing Wes over.  “Man, I’m bushed.  You try going five rounds on the mats.”  Wes was surprised when Nick easily patted him on the back and tossed an arm over his shoulders as they walked down the block to a seedy bar. 

Settled behind the bar, gym bag on the floor beside him, Nick ordered two beers from the bartender.  Obviously he was a regular, the guy read his signal, nodded, and started pouring the draughts.  Nick then stretched his big arms over his head, his face twisted in a grimace as he twisted his torso from side to side.  Wes idly ran his eyes over the several inch expanse of tan, taut belly covered in dark hair, and Nick’s navel.  The audible pop of Nick’s vertebrae and his sigh of relief brought the stretch to and end, just as the beers were set before them.  A quick wordless clink of the glasses, and Nick drained half of his in one gulp.  Wes was a bit surprised at the pace at which finished the other half of the beer, set it down, and signaled for another. 

“Celebrating your victory over me?” Wes asked.  Nick chuckled “Heck no, you were my strongest opponent tonight.  I haven’t lost a match in a few years, and I know a strong competitor when I see one.” 

Wes was a trained observer.  His eyes went from the empty glass to Nick’s eyes.  “OK,” Wes slowly asked, “then why the chugfest?  You obviously don’t drink to excess; the calories would show on your body.”

Nick blinked.  “You were checking out my body?”

The answer came slowly.  “No.”

Finally, a smile on Nick’s handsome face.  “Sure you were.  That’s ok, I was checking you out in the showers.”

The eye contact wasn’t broken.

Wes raised his left hand, showing off his wedding band.  Probably more for himself than any lingering sense of duty to Jan.  “I’m married.”

No hesitation from Nick.  “I don’t want to hear that or know that.”  He grabbed Wes’ wrist, and forcibly lowered his hand.

Wes narrowed his eyes.  “You invited me here for a reason.”

“Can’t it just be two guys having a friendly beer after wrestling?”

Wes just shook his head.

Nick sighed.  “All right.  I’m going thru a lot of shit right now, and I just wanted an older stud to fuck the hell out of me and use me hard tonight.”  Nick wasn’t ashamed of what he was asking for, and continued to look Wes in the eye.  “I saw you, you’re just my type…  I’m not even sure if you do it with men, but after grappling and groping with you, there was no way I wasn’t going to at least try.”

Before Wes could process that and answer, Nick shook his head, stood, and fished his wallet out.  He tossed enough on the bar to pay for the beers, including the second one he had ordered but not touched, then squatted to get his gym bag.  Was the man really going to leave without even hearing Wes’ response?

Wes’ eyes were glued on Nick’s butt in his tight jeans.  “Nick.  Don’t go.  Sit down.”

Nick stood up, slowly set the bag back down, and returned to his stool.  He picked up the beer and drank it more slowly, waiting for Wes.

Wes began slowly, realizing he had to shift gears.  “Captain Stark, I need to inform you that I’m an agent of the United States Drug Enforcement Agency,” Wes began.

Nick’s eyes widened then narrowed.  Twenty minutes later it was all out in the open.  Nick had shared what he knew about the recruits that went AWOL.  Nick had been pissed, because he had noticed the pattern and went to the base commander with it.  He was blown off with a “boys will be boys” answer and told to drop it.  Two weeks later the MPs were bringing him in for questioning as if they had discovered they had a serious missing persons case on their hands with no forewarning.  Only those recruits that Nick suspected had a drug problem had gone missing; that was the pattern.  Nick explained that the kids are stupid and dabble in drugs even after they think they won’t get caught by the regular urine tests the military requires.  Nick had come down pretty hard on the individuals he suspected, telling them to get their heads on straight or expect to be washed out. 

Nick finished his beer and set it down.  Wes had just listened.  Nick finished by adding, “Why can’t they just drink?  Beer and booze aren’t illegal and the idea of getting drunk and acting stupid is pretty much accepted.”  With that, he shook his head and finished off the second beer.  Wes was certain that Nick had no involvement in the disappearances; getting the brass on the base to believe that might be a different story. 

Nick’s empty glass was in front of him.  His hands were braced on the bar on either side of it.  He was looking straight ahead.  “So how about the other?” he asked.

Wes didn’t know what he meant.  “The other what?”

Nick looked over.  “The part where I want you to fuck me.”

They had gone to Wes’ cruiser.  Nick took it like a champ, reacting so strongly that it turned Wes on immensely to be the one sticking it to such a stud.  After, Nick dozed in Wes’ arms, still both naked, Nick’s head on Wes’ chest and his arms around Wes’ torso.  Finally Wes realized Nick was awake.  “I don’t usually get fucked.  But you probably figured that out.”  Nick kissed Wes’ muscular pec and straightened up to be able to look at his bedmate.  Wes shrugged slightly.  “That’s ok, I’d never fucked a man before tonight.”  Nick just stared.  “You’re shitting me,” but he continued to rub his hand over Wes’ awesome upper body, down to his taut abdominals.  “I’ll go another round if you’re up for it, old man.”  Wes chuckled as Nick rolled face down to bite the pillow.  This time it was slower.  Wes loved kneading the muscles of Nick’s ass, spreading it open wide, rubbing his cock on the trail of thick hair growing there, finally easily pushing down on Nick’s lower back to make him arch and open to him, then sliding inside before pushing deep.  What shocked Wes was how rock hard his cock stayed during the whole experience.  He lasted longer, enjoying seeing Nick under him, moaning as he was pounded, and finally going limp to just take what Wes wanted to do to him.  Nick was enjoying every second of the older stud taking control of his body and mind.  Nick was usually one hundred percent in charge, dominant topman.  He was bisexual, leaning more towards enjoying men.  He could count on one hand the number of men he’s let take him.  But the stress of the last few months put him in the frame of mind of badly needing to not be the one calling the shots.  The minute he spotted the older stud at the gym, he knew he wanted him, and wanted him bad.  He had the ringmaster do him a favor, and pull Wes’ name to wrestle him, just so he could meet the man and get a feel of his body against his.  Then in the showers, seeing every inch of Wes’s amazing body, and big shaft, which promised to stiffen and lengthen into a monster…  and sure enough, Wes didn’t disappoint.  As the older stud’s cock rubbed his prostate over and over, Nick ejaculated into the bedsheets.  Involuntarily, Nick raised his hands and laced them behind his head in a posture of surrender.  Soon after, Wes unloaded into the stud Marine Captain under him, then collapsed full on top of Nick, who unlaced his hands and caressed Wes’ head, running his fingers thru his hair, and touching his cheek gently.  What’s happening to me, Wes thought?  He was responding to the gentle caresses of another man; it was one thing to want to get your rocks off, but to want to be touched, and hold in return?  Wes told himself to stop thinking about it, and just go with it.  It had been several years since had enjoyed this level of intimacy.  He pulled Nick onto his side and spooned him.  Soon it was obvious that Nick had fallen asleep, so Wes settled in to do the same, his chin over Nick’s shoulder and his hand firmly on Nick’s hard stomach, now relaxed in sleep.

FLORIDA Chapter 1

Wes sat on the deck with his coffee.  Alone still, and when he took the transfer to DEA HQ in Washington Jan, his wife of 20 Years was going to stay behind and clean things up.  Sell the house and move up.  First the housing market tanked so she needed to wait for that to improve, oh but now Alec was a high school senior and star football player so he deserved to finish his senior year.  Well now we shouldn't give up residence and lose the state college aid.  Wes bought the cabin cruiser as a compromise.  He had always wanted a big boat and it was cheaper than rent.  Cramped but for just him it was fine.  When Jan came up they could stay in a hotel.  He went home every weekend, then every other, then it was once a month and no one seemed to care. 

Wes channeled the energy and sexual frustration into his athletic pursuits.  He ran, he biked, he played on the departments softball team, he played with any game he could pick up on with the younger guys at the parks.  He spent a lot of time lifting at the gym.  He had always been lean and fit but building muscle had always been constant work.  At 42 he was in the best shape of his life.  Alec was well into college now and the awaited senior field agent assignment came in Ft Myers Fl.  Ok, he thought, she will join me now.  No she hated the heat and she would join when that rotation was over.  So here he was living on the boat in Fl now.  The monthly trips home were just a chore.  

Oh, and Jan wasn't happy with Wes' new physique.  She liked the runner type.  Wes had worked hard on the muscle for her he told himself.  Maybe she would be excited by it.  What an opposite effect.  Now not only was his cock too big and hurt but she wanted a skinny runner.  Well a lot of the guys in DC had sure seemed to admire Wes body.  Going to the gay bars on shirtless discount drink nite?  Why not?  The guys could admire, sometimes the touches were nice and the ever growing alcohol need was slaked more economically.  Things never went farther than the touching, well a little making out, but that was it. Wes just wasn't really wired like that. 

When had he turned personally destructive?  Yea he had to admit it.  He was an alcoholic.  Functional.  No one knew but in this line of work a slip up could mean bye-bye career or worse.  The frustration had turned to anger and some of his younger hot headed-ness was showing up.  Now that trip to Miami last weekend where he discovered how much that went away when you dished out some discipline to another man had been a real surprise.  He liked it, the first night he just went shirtless.  The second, he bought that harness gimmick, and the third he tried his hand at the flogger with a fine young stallion.  

Today, it was Saturday again.  He could review the new case file later and that short dossier on that guy Stark was it?  Some marine recruiter saying his new guys had disappeared?  Why is that my problem thought Wes.  In short order he got underway and took the boat out to enjoy the sun and water, there was a nice little cove where a lot of guys hung out naked in the sun.  Frustrated more than ever today, Wes let things get a little out of hand.  A little more touching.  Finally a blow job...  Back to the dock.  Tonight he was going to the gym he had heard about.  Not a big chain thing.  All guys.  Saturday they had this wrestling night.  

Back in dock Wes showered, changed into jeans and a tank top packed his gym bag and headed out.  The gym was in a little bit of a rough area but that didn't even slow Wes down.  He had no worries.  He paid the one night fee and headed to the lockers.  Damn there were some buff guys in the room.  At 6'2'' and 225 Wes was no slouch.  45c, 33w, big arms.  But damn these guys... And the dark haired one over there, young tough looking with a cocky grin.  He obviously wasn't ashamed of his body, Wes glanced over as the younger guy stripped down put on his jock and gym shorts.  Then laced up his shoes and went out of the room.  Huh, no shirt.  Well  the younger guy was sure built for not needing to wear one.  Wes had wished he had pecs as hairy as the younger dude.  Dark hair, dark nipples, blue eyes, great body, washboard abs.  And if Jan thought Wes was big...  Ok, change thoughts.  Wes put on his jock and shorts fuck the shirt and went out.

The deal was you put your name in this pot and when you were drawn you went to the ring.  The other name was your opponent.  Winner then continued to the next match.  That younger guy was already in the ring and had won his first match when Wes came out.  Wes tossed his name in and waited.  Another match and the young stud won again.  Still with that cocky grin.  "WES MOORE", the call surprised him but he headed in.  Walked up to the younger guy sizing him up.  This could be a quick match Wes thought but it will be fun anyway, he figured they could be evenly matched.  Wes walked up and introduced himself.  The younger guy shook his hand, sweaty as hell isn't he thought Wes, and said, "Hi, I'm Nick Stark".  Wes pulled up short.  Nick Stark was the name of that marine recruiter.  This couldn't be that guy could it?

The match was on.  A few easy first holds as the guys got to know each other's style then it got serious.  Wes was skilled but this guy was like a pro.  Wes had learned how to wrestle in HS and kept it up through DEA with some of the guys but damn this guy was great.  Hey, that dossier on Stark said he was a marine corps amateur top contender in wrestling.  Had to be this guy he thought as he went down hard with the young stud on top of him.  Wes was captivated by his eyes and lost focus.  The feel of this guys chest on his, the .... wow the smell of his pits as he pinned Wes.  The bell rang.  The young stud smiled that grin again and said " Hey that was some match. Let me help you up."  Wes answered, "thanks maybe I'm getting a little old for this" as he laughed.  Stark responded, "you look fine to me man, you are no old guy".

Well old or not Wes was done, shaking hands with Stark he left the ring.  As he was letting the hot water run over him, he heard someone enter the locker room and saw the shadow as the other guy took the shower across from him.  "Hey buddy", it was Stark, "I decided to give it up for the night.  You were great in the ring."  Wes said, "Thanks Stark, but you were on top the whole time".  "Yea" laughed Stark, I usually am."  

As Wes was toweling off and getting dressed Stark came out.  Towel over his shoulder he stopped by Wes' locker.  "Wes right?" said Stark.  Wes said "yes".  "I was going to grab a few beers, you want to join me?"