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?"
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?"
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