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I couldn't believe my luck when I landed this job as physio to the youth academy of one of our top English league teams - since the creation of the Premiere league, it has always featured in the top 3 or 4 clubs.Most English clubs have this policy of nurturing young talent, obviously as a way of bringing on likely players to join their senior team in due course. (I give this background detail for the benefit of my non- English readers, and those with no special knowledge of soccer.)There's nothing more satisfying than to see the burgeoning talent of young lads who are hoping to become professionals.Sadly, not many of them make it, maybe no more than 5%.A regime of fitness is of course crucial, so physio sessions are built in to the structure of their day.My job is as much about preventing injury as coping with it once it's too late.

Before new players for the senior team, and new recruits for the youth academy are signed up, one of the first things they have to do is present themselves for medical and physio assessments.It's one of the most interesting parts of my daily work, trying to work out whether there is some kind of ideal physique that indicates a new player of genius in the making.And it's a great way of eyeing up the talent in a wider sense, if you get my drift.Anyway, during the first month that I had this job, there were no new boys recruited, but then I was alerted by the manager that a kid was being assessed the following week and that I needed to be on standby to give him the once- over on the physio side.I can't tell you his real name - he is now a major English star, in fact the star of his generation - but I'll call him Adam Beechey.Anyone who knows anything about English football will immediately recognise who I am talking about here.He was 16 when we first saw him, and there was never really any doubt that he would be signed on.He was an incredible natural talent.

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I joined the Air Force right out of High School.I was eighteen and eager to get away from home.Like all other recruits I spent basic at Lackland AFB, San Antonio, Texas.I was a young skinny kid at 5' 11''.I weighed only 135 lbs with a 30-inch waist.I looked a lot younger than 18 and got kidded some from the other airmen, but it was in good fun.I didn't have to shave yet but it was required.Halfway through basic I met Joey.He was just like me but a little shorter.His parents had signed papers so he could join at seventeen.He was a little skinner at five nine and a half.He also looked younger so we naturally spent our free time together.It seemed like we just got to know each other when we were shipped out to the panhandle of Texas for the next step of our training.I had put on about ten pounds but didn't look it for I had really toughened up.My thin tight body was really looking sculptured and I felt good.

I was bunked in a temporary barracks till I got my final training assignment.I was told I would be there for about a week and my main job was K. P.On the second evening I was in the day room that joined two different dorms I saw Joey coming down the hall. He was in the dorm next to mine. He had just emerged from the shower.He was still drying his light brown hair, what there was of it.He was wearing his GI issue boxers walking down the hall toward his room.I called to him and he looked at me.His face lit up and he came toward me.At first it looked like he was going to hug me, but he just extended his hand and we shook.At that instant all the lonely feelings and homesickness left my body.I wanted to hug him but it would not be the thing to do especially if someone saw.I felt like I was just united with a long lost brother but different.We stood there in our boxers and talked way past lights out.I took in his tan tight body but not in a sexual way.He took in my body also and we smiled at each other.Sex never entered our talk.It was like we both found warmth and need in each other that sex wouldn't fill.Finely we had to retire to our room for we had to get up early the next morning.We shook hands and at the moment I realized there was a need more than talk, but would be impossible to obtain. We grabbed each other's shoulders and gave a gentle squeeze as we parted.I felt tightness in my guts as we touch and just before we turned to leave I looked down and was able to see through the opening of his shorts.He was partly hard like I was and I hope he had noticed my slight erection also.I wish I could have seen more but the only thing visible was his thin brown hairs and the bent shaft.It looked so inviting at that moment.

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WARNING! WARNING! WARNING!

If you are under 18 years of age, offended by stories which depict sex between boys, men or boys and men or live in a jurisdiction where reading/possessing such materials is illegal exit now [for that matter you would be better moving now].

This story is fiction; any resemblance to anyone living or dead is pure coincidence, nothing more; however, some of the fruits of my imagination do get their start from things that happened in the past, either to me or to someone I know. Since this is fiction, SAFE SEX isn't required; however, in real life there are too many things out there to take that sort of chance.

If you like this let me know - questions and constructive criticism will be acknowledged - flames will be ignored.

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I've always been basically a city boy; however, I do enjoy the countryside as well, which is how I ended up living in a small resort town in the mountains. From time to time I would have to go down to the city just to get away for a bit - sort of a cure for 'mountain fever' if you will. Of course, the fact that it was only about a two-hour drive had something to do with it as well.

It was late on Friday afternoon before I could get away, since it was winter it was already starting to get dark and more than a bit cool before I even got on the road. By the time I made it down the mountain far enough to hit the freeway it was full dark.

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The heat shimmerered on the asphalt, the road stretching away to both horizons in a straight monotonous line. Parked by the side of the road was a Ford pickup, with a cap over the back. A sign on either door, handwritten in black marker on white bond paper, and affixed with masking tape, declared "Minutemen Welcome Wagon". Beside the truck stood two men, looking south to the shimmering horizon. A tall American Indian in white t-shirt, worn jeans, and suede cowboy boots, his long black hair reaching the middle of his back, spat a wad of tobacco on the ground.

"Shit, it's hot". Sparrowhawk - known to all as Hawk - pulled off his t-shirt and wiped his face, his smooth lean torso glistening with perspiration. He threw his shirt in the open window of the truck, and scanned the desert scrub along the horizon. "Where's those damn wetbacks?" he muttered.

"Patience", said his companion, an African-American dressed in a blue denim shirt and button-fly Levis. Leroy raised his binoculars, scanning the desert for signs of illegal border crossers. He was going to add something, when he froze, a glint of light attracting his attention in the distance. "Showtime", he announced, climbing into the pickup. He pulled a rifle from the gun rack at the back of the cab as Hawk climbed in and turned the ignition. He turned the pickup southwards, and soon they were barreling over the dry ground through the sage and scrubgrass.

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You're alone a lot lately, which is fine because that gives you all the privacy you want to enjoy yourself, literally. lol You have your stash of porn to keep you occupied and you never get tired of that awesome sensation you always feel as you ejaculate all over your abs. It's easiest that way because then you just take a shower and presto! No more mess! Anyway, this evening is one of those times you're alone and naturally, you head straight to your stash as soon as you check to make sure everyone is indeed gone. They are and you bring out your favorite DVD and place it in the DVD player. Your heart races with anticipation as the DVD loads. While it does that, you completely undress and lay on the couch. Even before the DVD is done loading to the main menu, you have your hands on your cock and your balls. It finally reaches the menu with it's sexy naked boys fondling each other's X'd over private parts. You hit play on the remote and then grab yourself

again. You watch as the first pair of boys enters from either side of the screen fully dressed and start kissing. Their hands are all over each other and soon they're both shirtless. Then their hands reach into each other's pants and fondle each other's backsides before pulling down the pants altogether. They then remove their boxers, each of them sporting a thick erect member bouncing between his legs.They come together for more kissing, rubbing their giant members together as they grind their hips. Then one of the boys kneels down in front of the other and takes the giant member easily all the way down his throat until it's buried and hidden from your view.

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I was on this stupid class trip for my geology class.The only thing that made it better was this fucking hot guy I had to share my room with.He was 6 foot, blonde with blue eyes, had the cutest Southern drawl, and was muscular.How do I know?Because he walked around the room with his shirt off.I had a hard time keeping my eyes off of him, much less my hands.

It started the day we went on our 1st hike.We came back to the hotel room sweaty and covered in dust. He took a shower first and came out wearing only a towel.He plopped down on his bed and turned the TV on.I went into the bathroom and jumped in the shower.I was going to rub one out, but I didn't want to miss anything that might be going on in the room.

I dried off, slipped a pair of shorts on and went back to the room. Joe had a porno on and was rubbing an obvious tent. He saw me and smiled."You want me to give you some privacy, Joe?" I asked almost stuttering in my nervousness and desire.

"Nah, man.It's cool."

I sat on my bad and looked at the TV.

"Fuck I'm horny man!" he announced, and I saw him open the towel and begin stroking his 8-inch cock (at least).His pubes were a little darker than the hair on his head, and his dick was cut.It was perfect.He also had large balls which I bet were hangers.His eyes were glued to the screen, so I stared at him a little more bravely than I would have otherwise.

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I walked swiftly out of the house, slamming the door behind me. How could he make me do this? It was stupid! My footsteps slapped against the pavement angrily as I walked to an unknown destination. I just wanted to get away from the house, away from him.

So I guess I should tell you about myself? Well, my name is Chris Mariott. I'm 16 years old, about 6'4 and about average weight. I'm in grade 11, I play baseball and hockey. I'm not amazing at the sports I play, but they kept me in shape. I'm not the smartest either, but I am by no means stupid. I'm not the most popular, but I have a large group of friends. So overall, I guess you could call me average. Except for one thing...which you will hear about later.

Anyway, I bet you're wondering why I was so angry. My dad just told me to get a job! Now, I know what your thinking: "Chris is overeacting!" And I would agree with you completely if it weren't for a past incident. Okay, so I already had a job before. I was working at Macdonalds (I know, how stereotypical). Everything was going great. I learned everything quickly, I got paid every two weeks, and my fellow employees were so nice! So nice, actually. The manager, Katie, was usually working when I was so we knew each other. Well, one day my dad was picking me up from work and Katie talked to him for a few minutes. That night, my dad left to 'go for a drive' that night. He got back late and my mom was already in bed. I had gone back to Macdonalds with some friends while my dad was gone. I knew Katie was working and I wanted to book some days off. I got there, and Sandra (fellow employee) told me Katie had left...with my dad! So, of course, my dad slept with her, but when he got home he told me how bad he felt and said he would break it off with her. I was relieved. But, as a result, Katie fired me, blaming me for my dad's actions! So now, hopefully you understand why it is so infuriating when he tells me to get a job, I had one, if only he hadn't fucked and dumped the manager!

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