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Port Nacelle Plasma Control “Hey, watch what you’re doing!” Ens. Mirkenza swivelled around on her heel and shoved her colleague away from the control board. “Keep your paws off me!”, barked Ens. Highvelt. He rounded on the offending co-worker and balled his fists. She wasn’t intimidated at all. He could barely evade a rapidly oncoming fist. --- Hydroponics “He did WHAT?” Crewman Tarses cowered under his shift leader’s furious gaze. He shoved the tr

Out of Time Prologue Little drops of sweat kept inching their itchy way down hot human skin. Even covered up against the Iranian sun, they were sweating. Temperatures had soared during the long desert day but were now coming down again as the shimmering air darkened. Gavin breathed in and out through his nose, battling against the dryness that just wouldn't let up. He reflexively checked his weapon. It had its safety on, just as the last time he'd checked. The unit was

Gavin Barnett is a 21st century Marine. He is strong, professional and hard. He has one problem.. he is out of his own time.

Eat Cake. Depends a bit on the cake of course but I'll just assume it is one of my favourites. Would you rather... wear a fabulous dress/suit or design one?

So Tyler emerged from his "omg I came thinking about geek boy" bedroom jerk before geek boy was even back from the bathroom, and continued his random unpacking of college books, joggers and sweats (not much else). Reese, when he finally returned from the bathroom, sat in silence reading, fidgeting and looking up nervously from time to time. Tyler's cock ceased softening and settled in a semi again as he continued unpacking in silence, desperately trying to think of something friendly to

'By Cthulhu and all the other Old Ones, this guy is beautiful. I don't know.. maybe it's his smile, how he looks at me. He is built of course but I've seen enough jocks. This is.. more. Almost like he wants to be with me. I sure want to be with him. I can't see many people on campus having time for me so a roomie who understands.. that would be awesome.' Reese kept turning pages and automatically memorized the words in front of his eyes but he didn't really pay attention. 'Not even a run, hmpp

Tyler's sense of naked Reese grew even stronger as Reese blushed beet red in response to Tyler's question about sport. Blushing is such a totally physical response. As Reese alternately reddened and blanched during the rattling near-monologue that followed, and Tyler shrank in embarrassment at having asked such a plainly inappropriate question (but what else could he say? he was Tyler, he rowed, he rowed and he jerked, but mostly he rowed...) his sense of protectiveness towards Reese grew

"... do any sport?" Tyler flushed beet red. He detested sports of any kind. Useless activity. If he were very honest with himself another reason would be that he always got picked last when he still had to go through the very special hell that was PE. Reese was an athletic god! Damn, he looked good. Reese found himself staring at the humongous, muscled, slightly sweating arms on the man in front of him. "Nothing. Unless Chess and Go count?" "Hmm.. what's Go?" "It's a strategy game, played by

Words. Inside Tyler's head. "God I needed that." ...as he contemplated the generous strings and splats of cum up his belly and chest and shoulder, a little shot on his face (between his nose and his left eye), and other generous splodges distributed wildly around the bathroom. Tyler felt like himself again. A good regular heavy ejaculation sees to that. "God I needed that." He mopped around, mostly ineffectively, with some tissue, leaving smudges to turn to smears around the bathroom,

Reese's Log, continued. Is this guy retarded? I do not lightly say these things, having been called all kinds of names many times over. This Reese comes in, stares at me, doesn't tell me his name, stares some more. Not that I don't know his name, I've seen it. Even stranger, his sporting a semi or a full-fledged boner all the time! Depends on how well hung he is of course, lulz. Easy on the eyes, this jockboy is. Really built but not in that nasty bodybuilder way. He could be a swimmer or a gy

Oh wow, what a ride! Fast paced and really well written. I need to know what happens next.

No.it's a movie quote. I am not swedish. Just a good head for trivia.

There are no real words in Tyler's head, just those images (all very physical), and the numbers that count the magnitudes and repetitions. He struggles even to think in sentences, let alone speak or write. So the reports from inside his head are going to be reports of those images. This is not a boy who is going to say much. He is certainly not keeping any diary or log. Tyler stood awkwardly in the doorway. He looked at Reese. To Tyler, Reese didn't look a day over 14 years old, this sk

So this is Tyler.. whatisname. Damn, he's a stud. Muscles all over. Simply no end to the awesomeness he's simply radiating.Forget about Spiderman, Captain Proton... this guy's got it all. But hey.. why does he look so uncertain then? Judging from his face- .. I realise I'm simply standing there and staring again. Damn, I'll ruin my reputation right away. Better move. I walk over and manage to stumble over that crappy old rug on the floor right before I stick out my hand. 'qoH!' Still, I m

Tyler rows. He rows, and jerks - but mostly he rows. If you were to drill into his head and observe the contents of his brain, both static and in flow, that's what you would see. And you would see it all in images: definitely no words, and only a few numbers - all the numbers being associated exclusively with the various physical exercises related to the rowing. That's what you'd see. It's all very physical. That's Tyler. His thoughts are all in images. The idea that he could express them in