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.
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