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.