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  “Gee, mister! Are you a Marine?” one asked.

  “I used to be,” Ty said, nervously at first.

  “Were you in the war?” another asked.

  “Yeah, I was.”

  “Did you shoot a gun?” the third one asked.

  “Yeah, I did. Maybe it’s fun to do that when you’re playing, but when it’s for real, it’s not fun. People get hurt. Especially other guys that you care about.”

  With those few words, Ty had told these boys everything that they ever needed to know about war. I only hoped that none of them would ever have to fight on foreign soil and come home as hurt and damaged as Ty had been.

  The strange thing was the almost instant bond that formed between those boys and Ty. You could see the admiration in their eyes and, looking at Ty, I saw something I never expected to see. That gentle longing that all males have buried somewhere, the desire to have a child—especially a son—of their own. I tucked that thought away for later.

  Over the next couple of hours, Ty became more and more comfortable with the kids—to the point that I was merely filling the candy bowl for him and he was answering all the doorbells. I didn’t mind. I’d only seen Ty this happy during or after sex. When the doorbell stopped ringing, Ty was greatly disappointed. I assured him that there would be more kids next year. I also told him it was time for his treat.

  He brightened up at this and asked me again what it was.

  “I won’t tell you that, but I’ll tell you it’s in the bedroom.”

  He immediately headed for our bedroom. I followed him and stood in the doorway while he stood by the bed, looking at me in confusion since there was no obvious treat before him.

  “Look under the bed.”

  He got down on his hands and knees and after a minute, he resurfaced with a squeeze bottle of Hersey’s Chocolate Syrup. As he searched, I had stripped out of my fatigues and was now naked and lying on the bed, looking up at him.

  “I know how much you love chocolate. I figured you might like some?”

  Ty grinned and opened the bottle, squirting it all over my chest and abs. He leaned over and started licking it off me as I helped him get his fatigues off. After he’d licked the syrup off my upper body, he covered my cock and balls with the chocolate and continued to lick it off me, getting me extremely hard and almost ready to shoot my load. I finally couldn’t take anymore and rolled over. I figured he’d squirt the chocolate on my back and maybe my butt cheeks, but he put down the bottle of syrup and crawled onto the bed to begin licking my bare skin from the back of my neck to the cleft of my ass.

  When he got to where the cheeks began to split, I raised up, offering all of me to his mouth and tongue. He moved down, licking at my trench and then, finally, my hole. I could open to him easily and soon his tongue was sliding in and out of me, a smaller version of his cock. When he had me wet enough, he climbed aboard and rode my ass with a ruthlessness he seldom exhibited. I figured he was just way too horny to be gentle, and I found that I loved the roughness for a change.

  Unfortunately, he couldn’t last long at that rate and was soon dumping another load of cum inside me. I thought that was the end of things but I couldn’t have been more wrong. He’d no more shot his load than he backed his cock out of my ass and moved down my body until his mouth was again locked to my hole. He was deeply licking out my hole, gathering all of the cum he’d just shot into me. I groaned with sexual frustration and delight. I hadn’t gotten off yet, and even though I’d heard of felching (eating cum out of a just-fucked ass) I’d never experienced it. In fact, I’d only seen it in one porn film.

  It was the most incredibly erotic and heavenly thing that Ty had ever done to me, with the exception of fucking me. I lay there groaning loudly as his tongue moved in and out of my hole, and his mouth sucked gently on it, coaching more and more of his cum out of me. When he’d gotten all he could, he climbed back up me and slid his cock back into my ass.

  “This time’s for you. This is MY treat!” he said as he rode me.

  THE END

  Bobby Michaels

  Bobby Michaels has been writing since he was 14 years old. A Gay male with a lot of romantic and erotic experience from his own life to draw on, he is a well known writer of Gay male erotica under another pen-name with a fan group of more than 3,000 members from around the world.

  Bobby lives in Fort Lauderdale, Florida. Visit Bobby on the Web at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/bobby_michaels_novels.

  To read more about the characters and their world, check out The Veteran by Bobby Michaels:

  Tim's loss of his brother, Todd, a young marine in Iraq, leaves a big hole in his life. He tries desperately to fill his heart by working as a hospital social worker, but his weekly visits to his brother's grave are his only true comfort.

  Into the hospital and into Tim's life comes a huge, muscular, young guy named Ty, sporting a Marine Corp tattoo just like the one that Tim remembers his brother wearing. He also sports a heavy load of anger and attitude. Ty is causing quite an uproar in the hospital ward, refusing to acclimate himself to the hospital's routine. Tim's boss feels that someone closer to his own age may help Ty become more cooperative and so she assigns Ty's case to Tim.

  Cooperative or not, Tim finds himself caring deeply for the former warrior. Ty, however, has secrets in his past. Secrets that have more to do with Tim than he realizes. Secrets that will draw Tim and Ty closer than either ever thought possible.

  Publisher's Note: This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable: male/male sexual practices

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