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  Copyright © October 2007 by Bobby Michaels

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  ISBN 978-1-59632-063-5

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  Cover Artist: April Martinez

  Dedication

  This story is dedicated to all the “Tims” of the world and the Marines they love.

  Treating Ty

  I awoke, very early—long before the alarm clock—with intense feelings of movement and pleasure deep inside my body. I felt something hard and smooth quivering within me, radiating pleasure throughout. It took me only a moment to recognize what it was. Since we had finally come together on Memorial Day, and especially since he’d gotten his cast off, I had woken many mornings like this, my lover Ty’s cock buried deep in my butt, his large, muscular body wrapped around mine, his gentle breath soft on the back of my neck as he nuzzled into my hair.

  Sometimes, he’d fuck me before we went to sleep and just leave his still-hard cock in my ass, wrap his body around mine, and go to sleep. Sometimes he would actually withdraw his cock, but by morning he would have worked it back up my hole as I slept without me even feeling it or waking up. There were a couple of constants with Ty: he needs to hold me in his arms for him to feel secure enough to sleep; and he needs to have his cock up my ass as often and for as long as possible to feel like he possesses me. His traumatic experiences in Iraq (including having my beloved brother, Todd, die in his arms) had left Ty deeply scarred. It was only with me that he could truly relax and allow himself to experience his gentler, more tender emotions. Indeed, it was shocking to me when I first experienced how incredibly affectionate this hugely muscled warrior could be.

  While I could feel his large, thick cock quivering inside my ass, Ty was not yet fully awake. It didn’t matter—his body knew what to do without him being fully conscious. Already his hips had begun small, gentle movements, sliding his cock just a few millimeters in and out of my hole. The movements would not remain gentle or small for any great span of time. I knew it would not take long for the feelings of pleasure to bring Ty to some form of wakefulness. Usually to immediate, full wakefulness—yet another holdover from his experiences as a Marine.

  In fact, it was at that moment that I felt his wet, raspy tongue lick the back of my neck, and his thrusts become deeper and stronger. I groaned with pleasure.

  “Good morning.” Ty’s deep voice, husky from sleep, breathed in my ear.

  “Mmm,” was all I could reply. The feeling of his cock in my ass, his mouth on my ear, and his muscular arms wrapped around me dulled my ability to speak clearly.

  “Fuck! Your hole feels so fuckin’ good.”

  “You always say that,” I managed to groan.

  “That’s because I love it. Almost as much as I love you.”

  With his declaration of love, something else he did every morning, his arms squeezed tighter around me. When we were first together, this sometimes hurt; Ty didn’t know his own strength and I was not another Marine. Eventually, he learned how to gain better control, and now the hugs were energetic, warm, and only felt good. Some of this was because I’d put on muscle since we’d been together. Ty had me working out with him in our basement—a place I had previously only used to do laundry. Now, we spent at least half an hour to an hour a day down there. I love the changes to my body and I know Ty does as well.

  His cock was ramming harder and deeper now, brushing against my prostate with every stroke. I was equally hard and leaking pre-cum on the sheets below me. Slowly but surely, Ty pushed me over so that he could be on top of me, pounding himself into me with all of his magnificent muscle power.

  His hips were slamming into my ass cheeks, making a slapping noise, as his cock became harder and harder. With a final thrust, he held himself deep in my ass. I could feel him tremble inside me as he unloaded gush after gush of fresh cum into my hungry ass. My own cock, which had been rubbing against the sheets, unloaded a volley of cum all over the bed. Since Ty and I had been together, I had to change the sheets every day. It had cost me a fortune in new sheets, but it was worth every penny.

  Ty collapsed on top of me, a sweaty and satisfied male, still possessively clutching my body to his. I knew what was coming now. The same as every morning. The cuddling. The thing I would never have expected of Ty when I met him all those months ago, a very angry ex-Marine in the hospital. I had no idea that the thing Ty wanted most was the feeling of close, physical affection. I have to believe it was because he’d received almost none earlier in life. His mother had died when he was born and his father was physically abusive until Ty grew big enough to return the favor. Then his father stopped touching him at all. Soon thereafter, Ty left for the Marine Corps, and that was the last he saw of his father.

  He moved to his side, withdrawing his cock, his arms still around me but loose enough that it allowed me to turn over and face him. As I did, he grinned at me, a smile that greeted me every morning. A grin that said both that he was sexually sated and at peace, here in our bed with me.

  It was our own little world, one where memories of war and bloodshed seemed never to enter for him. Or if they did, this was how he banished them. He pulled me close and just held me, sometimes bestowing gentle kisses on my hair, ears, neck, or shoulder. I clung to him, letting him know that he was my “protector,” my “warrior,” my “Alpha Male,” and that I loved and depended on him. It seemed to be what he needed most from me. It was a “job” that my brother, as he died, had asked Ty to do, and Ty’s honor demanded that he fulfill this responsibility for his closest friend. The fact that we fell in love with each other just made it all that much easier for him to be my protector in life.

  After a while, the alarm buzzed and we got up and switched our gentle loving of each other from the bed to the shower. One the first things I had done after Ty and I became lovers was have the shower in the master bath expanded. Ty and I loved taking showers together, and the old stall was not big enough for the both of us—at least, not with any real freedom of movement. Sometimes when we showered we’d have sex all over again, only this time we had the opportunity to taste each other’s cocks and asses, as well. Rimming, licking each other’s asses, was one of our favorite sexual activities. It was especially wonderful for me because it helped relax my hole to better take Ty’s long, thick cock.

  “We can’t take too long today,” I said to Ty as we got into the shower.

  “Why not?”

  “I have to go to the store before work and get candy. You know what tonight is.”

  “No. What is it?”

  “Ty! It’s Halloween.”

  “So?”

  “What do you mean, ‘so’? We can’t disappoint the kids.”

  Within the development in which we lived in were many young families with small
children. On Halloween, the children loved to dress up in costumes and parade around, moms and dads trailing behind, watching out for their little ones. It was just like when I was growing up, and I loved having them ring the doorbell and yell, “Trick of Treat!” Even in the years after Todd died and before Ty came into my life, I still took pleasure in the smiling faces and the excitement of the little kids.

  “What do you mean?” Ty asked. I could tell he was really confused.

  “Ty, didn’t you go trick-or-treating when you were a kid?”

  The silence that answered made me want to bite off my tongue. Of course he hadn’t. With no mother and a father who drank and either slapped or punched him around, I’m sure there was no Halloween, along with no Thanksgiving or Christmas, as he grew up. And certainly the USMC didn’t celebrate Halloween. At least, I didn’t think they did.

  Finally, from behind me came a very quiet “No.”

  “Well, tonight little kids from the development, all dressed up in costumes of their favorite superheroes or ghosts or princesses or witches or a hundred different things, will ring our doorbell, yell ‘Trick or Treat,’ and we’ll open the door and give each of them candy. It’s really fun and the kids are so cute. Trust me, you’ll love it.”

  Again, my pronouncement was met with silence.

  Damn! I thought to myself. Every time things are going good, something from Ty’s past comes along and tries to fuck it up. Well, it’s not going to happen this time. This time, I’m going to help him get through this and find out how much fun it can be. And so what if he didn’t get to do it as a kid—I’ll have a “treat” for him tonight that will make him feel good enough that it won’t matter.

  I dropped the discussion of Halloween and instead turned around and started soaping his chest and abs, caressing him in a way I knew would make his temperature rise again—along with his cock. It didn’t take but a couple of minutes and Ty was rock hard. I quickly slipped to my knees and began licking and nibbling at his cock and scrotum. He had already washed, so all I tasted was his fresh, clean skin, though I could still smell faintly the muskiness of male crotch—a scent I truly loved, especially Ty’s. But I didn’t linger there long. I had another place I wanted to go. Something that would give Ty even greater pleasure.

  “Turn around,” I said huskily, looking up at Ty from my position on the floor.

  “Oh, fuck,” he said quietly, knowing what was coming.

  He eagerly turned around, spreading his legs and leaning into the wall of the shower, thrusting his butt toward me. I leaned forward and spread his cheeks with my hands. With the water sprinkling down on my head, I moved my face forward until it was buried in the cleft of his ass. I was aware of the scent of musky male butt, a scent that drove me wild with passion and made me almost shameless in what I would do to pleasure my mate.

  I began by sliding my tongue up the entire length of his trench. I tasted the sweat and musk there. My tongue felt the slight burn of the dark hairs that lightly grew there, as well as the smooth slickness of the opening of his ass. Ty groaned deeply as he felt my wiggling tongue moving in his cleft. He instinctively thrust his butt back, trying to make more contact with my moving tongue.

  I did this several times and then settled my tongue on his hole and began licking furiously, trying to get the muscles to relax so that my tongue could move inside him. Since Ty had never been fucked in the ass, it was hard for him to relax enough to let even my tongue inside him. Over the months, we had worked quite diligently to achieve this and, for the most part, we had been successful. Ty loved the feeling of being tongue-fucked, and I loved being able to lick up inside him.

  Gradually, Ty’s hole opened and my tongue became a butt-bandit, fucking its way in and out of his hole. Ty’s groans became louder as my tongue drove itself deeper and I tasted the dark muskiness inside of him. It never ceased to amaze me that I could actually slide my tongue inside my lover’s body. It also never ceased to turn me on to the point that I could reach almost to the point of no return just by eating at Ty’s ass. I noticed the rhythmic stroking that he was doing to his cock and knew he wanted to get off again. I grabbed my cock and joined him. In just a couple of minutes, we both were grunting out our orgasms, Ty out loud and me muffled by his butt. I’m sure the screams that went from my mouth directly into his ass contributed to the rather loud orgasm Ty achieved.

  We hurriedly got dressed, had coffee, and went our separate ways—me to the hospital and Ty to school where he was studying to be an ASE-certified mechanic. On the way to the hospital, I passed a shop that was advertising adult Halloween costumes and I got an idea. I went in to see if they might have what I wanted and indeed they did. In less than fifteen minutes I was back in the car and on my way to the hospital where I worked as a social worker, with two sets of camouflage fatigues in my trunk, one set in my size and one in Ty’s.

  I also managed to stop at the store and pick up several large bags of assorted chocolate candies in miniature sizes. I’ve found over the years that no matter what you hand out at Halloween, kids like chocolate best. I guess that’s true of adults, too. I certainly love chocolate and I know that Ty does as well. In fact, I didn’t think it was a good idea to tell him where the bags of candy were before the kids got there or, as the old nursery rhyme goes, Mother Hubbard’s cupboard would be bare.

  When I got home that night, I hid the candy in the small cabinet by the front door and put the costumes in our bedroom. When Ty got home a little while later, I took him in the bedroom and showed him the costumes. At first, he balked at the idea of dressing up.

  “Those ain’t regulation,” he growled, complaining.

  “And neither of us is in the Corps,” I argued back.

  My mate could be ungodly stubborn at times, and I’d learned that standing up to his growling was the best way to handle him. It was the only thing he respected.

  “Why the fuck do we have to dress up?”

  “Because it’s fun and the kids love it when we do. I was Gandalf the Wizard from The Hobbit last year.”

  “I still don’t feel right about putting on a uniform.”

  “I figured you’d feel most comfortable in it. After all, you still have the boots for it.”

  The only shoes that Ty still had when he’d been admitted to the hospital were a pair of combat boots he’d worn in Iraq. At this reminder, Ty blushed, embarrassed at the sentimentality of keeping those boots at the back of our closet all this time, even though he never wore them anymore.

  “Okay. I suppose you’ll just hound me until I do it anyway.”

  “No, I won’t hound you. But I promise you’ll have more fun if you do. After the kids go home, we get to play, and I have a very special game for us to play.”

  “What?” he asked eagerly.

  “No. No games until after the kids are done for the night. You’ll find out then.”

  “Okay.” This was uttered with greatly exaggerated disappointment, trying for sympathy, I’m sure. I ignored it and started changing into the fatigues.

  Ty eventually joined me and when I saw him for the first time in the dress of a true military warrior, I was almost blown away by my handsome lover. I had thought that Todd was good-looking when he was dressed in uniform in the pictures he’d sent me, but Ty was the epitome of a Marine Corps recruiting poster! How the USMC could have ever thrown him out, even if he was gay, I could never understand. Ty belonged in the Corps and there would always be a part of him that longed for its membership again. There is a saying: Once a Marine, always a Marine. In Ty’s case, it was 100 percent true. Ty still loved the Corps, even if the Corps had turned its back on him. In fact, to this day, I would never want to know who Ty loved more—me or the USMC.

  “My God! You are so beautiful!” The words slipped out of my mouth. I didn’t even know I’d said them out loud until Ty blushed furiously.

  “I ain’t ‘beautiful’. I keep tellin’ you that.”

  “I know you do, but you have nothing to sa
y about it. You are beautiful to me and that’s all that counts. Maybe it’s because you are or maybe it’s because I love you so much, but either way, it doesn’t matter. For me, you are beautiful.”

  Ty walked over and put his cammy-covered arms around me, holding me to him. He leaned down and gently whispered in my ear.

  “Everything I am today is because of you. What the Corps started, you finished.”

  This statement brought tears to my eyes, which I took great pains to not let him see. To Ty, the only reason to cry was because you were hurt or saddened. He didn’t understand crying because you were emotionally moved by something. He tended to freak out when I did it in front of him, so I tried to keep my waterworks to a minimum.

  I was literally saved by the bell when the doorbell rang with the first of the little trick-or-treaters. The first to ring our bell were a little brother and sister who I recognized as living a couple doors down. The brother was older, dressed like Spider Man, and holding onto his sister’s hand. She was a ballerina, and her brother took obvious pride as her “protector.” I looked at Ty, who just stood there, staring at them like they were aliens from another planet. It dawned on me that Ty probably had had no contact with children since he was a child himself—if he had that much then. I think, however, he recognized the older brother’s stance from his own protective instincts where I was concerned.

  The next time the doorbell rang, I handed the bowl of candy to Ty and pointed to the door, letting him know that it was his turn to deal with the kids. I couldn’t believe the reaction I got. Here was a full grown Marine, a modern-day warrior, a man who had fought on the streets of Baghdad, and he was obviously afraid of three-, four-, and five-year-olds!

  “They won’t bite and they don’t carry IEDs. Just squat down to their level. You’re so big, you’ll frighten them otherwise.”

  He gave me a dirty look at my mention of IEDs, but he took my advice and squatted down when he got the door open. This time, there were three little boys around age five, obviously friends and not brothers. They took one look at the huge Marine who was squatting down to talk to them and the questions started.