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I've always had a fascination with swimmers. Male swimmers, that is. Their sleek refined muscular bodies melt my heart and raise my cock every time I see one. Every time. There were two swimmers on my hall, and they were roommates. Terry and Peter lived about ten doors down the hall from me, and as they were always practicing, I rarely saw them at all. One night, though, I was startled from my studies (rare occurrence, people!) to a knock on the door. In strolled Terry and Peter, dressed in warmups. Their hair was still wet, and I guessed from the early evening hour that they were just coming in from practice. I looked up from my desk and said, "What can I do for you, fellows?" They stood there awkwardly for a few seconds and then Terry spoke, somewhat shyly. "Look, Andrew. We need some advice. Tomorrow's our biggest meet of the season and Coach told us all to go home and shave our arms and legs so we can be sleek in the water tomorrow. We wanted to know if you knew any secrets or something...." "Well," I replied, warming to the subject suddenly, "I've never shaved anything but my face, but I used to watch my Mom as a kid when she shaved her legs and stuff. What sort of advice did you have in mind?" Peter took up the conversation. "Actually, we think we can do it, but we don't want all the other guys laughing at ...

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Randy had had it…living with his stepfather, Sam – a surly, burly, pompous oaf who had never given a rat’s ass about him…and who cared even less now that his Mom was gone. When she died of cancer last year the bastard made it pretty clear that he wanted Randy out of his life as soon as possible…“you’re not my blood, you’re probably a Fag anyway – so the sooner you’re gone, the better!” He was now almost eighteen – the age he could legally be on his own in Colorado. He had worked at the hardware after school and on weekends since he was sixteen…saved as much as he could…bought an old Honda...now figured that if he just had a place to crash he could pretty much make it. In any case, he determined to be gone on his birthday in three weeks…even if he had to sleep in his car! As to his being a Fag…he was pretty sure when he was thirteen…was positive by the time he turned sixteen. The only other person who had any idea was his friend, Ned. Both had been on the football team…Ned was a Senior - first string, Randy a Sophomore - second string, but “on the team” when they “discovered” each other by accident one afternoon after practice a couple years ago when Randy caught Ned jackin’ off in the locker room. He was just out of the shower…on the bench, back against the ...

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As we strapped ourselves in across from each other, knee to knee, in the sleek corporate jet, I was wondering why CJ had picked me to fly out to the coast to try to close this business deal. I was pretty new to the company and nowhere near to having the seniority to be included on this trip. But I wasn’t complaining. A week in California and time to get to know the vice president of sales better was enough reason for me not to ask any questions. I was determined to get ahead in this business, no matter what it would take. Sitting so close to CJ was a real bonus. I had followed his short and notable major-league football career as a running back right up until he popped that knee and decided he didn’t want to be a cripple for life. Retirement from the game hadn’t meant that he had gone to pot, though. He was keeping real good care of himself, and although his shoulders and bulging biceps overfilled that seat in front of me, he tapered down into the seat just fine. We hadn’t been up in the air for more than fifteen minutes, though, before CJ snapped his seat belt and leaned forward and gave me a very good idea why I was along for this trip. “You understand that this deal is very, very important to us, Craig, don’t you?” “Yes, sir, I sure do,” I responded in earnest. “Just call me CJ,” he ...

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It was late, about midnight as I recall. I was just sitting down to study since, as a Resident Assistant, I got very little done during the evening. I had just turned the stereo on to some relaxing music, Kitaro I think, when one of my residents barged into my room. Steve was totally buck naked and dripping wet. Once he had closed the door, I asked if anything was wrong. He replied, somewhat testily, that someone had stolen his towel from the shower room. He was livid! I don't even think he noticed that he was naked. I offered him a towel saying, "Dry off. You're making a mess." He did, and then put the towel in my hamper. He then sat on my bed, still naked, and asked what I was doing. In the habit of teasing my residents, I replied that I was going to study unless he could suggest something else. This particular guy was too cute for words. Small, hairless for the most part, blond, big baby blue eyes... you know the type. Having seen him naked just now, I could also see that his daddy had been good to him in the dick department. Much to my surprise, Steve put his hands over his face and started sobbing. I sat on the bed next to him and wrapped my arm around his shoulder. In my softest voice, I asked what the problem was. He was slow to reply as he was quite choked with sobbing, ...

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This is a purely fictional story and contains sexual material occurring between two men. If such material offends you, or it is against the law to view such material in your area, please leave now. Further, this story does not imply knowledge of the true sexuality of the actors or their private lives. Any resemblance to real events or the plot of CSI: Crime Scene Investigation is purely coincidental. CSI: Crime Scene Investigation is copyrighted by its producers and/or CBS Broadcasting, Inc.A Night Alone In the LabFeaturing Nick Stokes (as portrayed by George Eads) and Greg Sanders (as portrayed by Eric Szmanda) on the hit show CSI: Crime Scene Investigation.Chapter One - What About The Party?Greg walked through the empty halls of the Las Vegas Crime Lab en route to the morgue. He was decked out in his newest pair of tight fitting jeans and his hip leather jacket. Everyone else from the graveyard shift was already at the party celebrating Doc Robbins’ birthday. Greg wanted to make his entrance fashionably late. Even Grissom was there to celebrate, rather than sitting in his office playing with his insect collection.As he turned the corner past Grissom’s office he could begin to hear the revelry and music emanating from the morgue. A small movement in his peripheral vision drew his attention in another direction. Further down the hall in the ballistics lab he saw Nick putting on a set of head phones, still dressed in a standard issue soft blue lab coat. As ...

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This is a work of fiction, and as such the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is your obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily. I hope you enjoy my work, and if you have any comments, or ideas that may inspire new work, please feel free to contact me at Joystick56@hotmail.com - all emails will be answered to the best of my ability. I would like to acknowledge the assistance I received for this story from Kai. Without him this work would have remained in my head and would not have been put onto paper. The errors are mine and mine alone.The Three Day Pass Chapter 1
By JoyStick There he sat, Private Joseph Benson, on the bus, looking out a grimy window at the skyline of New York City. God, except for seeing it on the TV or in the movies, he had never seen a sight like that before. He was a real country bumpkin, a hick from a small town in upper New York State. His blue eyes were wide in amazement and his heart pounded with excitement; he was looking forward to this new adventure. Even if the skies were overcast and it looked like it might rain, nothing, but absolutely nothing, could or would dampen his joy at having finally made it to the "Big Apple." Joseph had finally gotten ...

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Friday was a beautifully warm, “Indian Summer” early October day. Randy rolled down the windows and cranked up the music as he headed for Rod’s house in the country. He was feeling great – like a man about to be set free from prison for a crime he didn’t commit. He was wearing a tight fitting tank (thought he’d show Mr. Cox a little more skin on his second interview,) his 501s and sandals. The year with his stepfather since his mother died had been miserable…and now – he was almost out of there! Rod – Mr. Cox – told him to come by at six. It was 5:45…a little early, but he was so eager that he couldn’t help himself. He pulled up to the security gate and pressed the call button next to the keypad. “Mr. Cox…this is Randy…a little early, I know…but…”“Somehow I figured you might show a little early – I’m ready…c’mon in – park behind my Lexus.” The gate opened and he drove up the long, winding drive to a large, rambling ranch house…with a huge barn and stable complex behind it. He parked and went up to the front door. Rod opened it before he had a chance to ring the bell. Randy was a little shocked – pleasantly so – at Rod’s dress. He was shirtless – wearing a leather harness…straps over his muscular shoulders attached to a silver ring just below his big nippled pecs, with another strap running down his stomach and ...

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Randy was sound asleep at 5:45, on his side, knee up when Rod slipped into his room, lifted the light blanket and crawled into bed beside him. He stirred slightly as Rod fingered his crack, slid his hand between his legs and began to gently fondle his balls. His morning wood flexed in response to Rod’s touch, which added to the normal morning stimulation experienced by eighteen year old men. His nads slipped out of Rod’s fingers as he threw off the covers, rolled on his back and stretched. He cock was rock hard – aimed directly at his navel. He flexed it a couple times as he stretched. “Hey…mornin’ man – how long you been here? What time is it anyway?” “Quarter to six…I just came in…had to make sure ‘my man’ had a good night’s sleep and was up and ready for the new week…and I can see you’re definitely ‘up!’ You doin’ ok?” Rod grasped Randy’s rigid pole and squeezed several times, relishing the feel of Randy’s “attempted” flex, which his grasp prohibited. Randy put his hands behind his head and closed his eyes, making no move to push Rod’s hand away. “I’m doin’ great, man…your hand on my dick feels so good!” “You like to get off in the morning?” “Every morning…!” “You need to take a leak first?” “I can wait…” Rod began to squeeze and release Randy’s hot member rhythmically. His breathing became ...

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Randy got back to Rod’s place about three that afternoon. He had picked up his few belongings from his stepfather’s place and left a note saying he had a job and a place to live and wouldn’t be back, not that Sam would care. Rod gave him a hand carrying stuff in – two loads and it was done! “Pierre got here while you were gone…you’ve gotta meet him – he’s a riot! He can’t speak English worth a hoot, but he sure ‘communicates’ well!” Randy had a mental picture of some big, fat, smelly slob of a chef – and frankly, wasn’t really too interested in meeting him. “Yeah, I guess…!” “I’m serious – you’re really gonna enjoy meeting him, and I know he’s gonna take a liking to you!” “Just what I need – some French toad who really likes me!” Randy thought… “So, where is he?” “In the kitchen, getting something put together for tonight, tomorrow and Monday…he’s only here Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday afternoons. Are you wearing a strap under those 501s?” “Yeah…why?” “Drop the jeans…put on your armbands…and I’ll take you down to meet him!” “Whatever you say…you really sure I need to meet this guy?” “He’s part of my house staff – part-time, but yeah…he’ll be working for you since you’re my PA, so you better get to know him a little.” “OK – if you insist!” Rod was wearing just his usual harness and sandals…Randy the three ...

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About three Sunday afternoon, Rod was wrapped around Randy on the sofa as they had been the previous day. They were watching a wrestling video…a kind that Randy never knew existed, much less had ever seen before. It was a “rip ’n strip” – wrestlers beginning the match with shorts, tanks and jocks on…stripping each other in the early rounds, then going for a “winner take all” finish as they struggled for the pin…and for the “prize,” which amounted to the winner doing or having done anything he wished done by the loser. Randy had a raging rod on, and Rod was toying with Randy’s balls as they watched, tugging and pulling on them to make his young ’teen cock bob and flex. “Do we do that kind of shit when we wrestle?” “Not really…we eliminate the first round – go right to the naked part…why destroy good shorts and a tank?” “Yeah – I suppose you’re right…it’s just that – whew, I don’t know how long I’d last before I blew my load…” “We’re gonna find that out Friday night, now – aren’t we?” “Yeah, I guess – you serious about me wrestling this Zeb guy?” “Yeah, man…you are two of the hottest studs I’ve met in a long time…and the sight of the two of you rolling around naked in a ‘ring’ match – hot, hot, hot!” As Rod was speaking a car drove in – ...

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