DISCLAIMER: This story is purely fictional. It features Older gay men involved in sexual acts. If that is not to your liking please feel free to stop reading now. The characters of Jim Brass and Gil Grissom are fictional characters of the television show CSI and all rights are owned by Jerry Bruckheimer and CBS Studios.
Captain Jim Brass slipped into Gil Grissom's office and closed the door quietly behind him. He had sent Grissom on a wild goose chase case to give himself a chance to look around. He was sure Grissom was keeping secrets and he wanted any excuse to get rid of him. He flipped on the light switch and moved towards the desk. He worked his way through it methodically, carefully replacing everything exactly the way he found it. Everyone knew Grissom could spot anything out of place. He finished the last drawer and sighed, there wasn't anything here. He made to move towards the door when his eyes flicked towards the filing cabinet. Perhaps he has some secret files thought Brass. He began opening drawers, rifling through the files for anything that would catch his eye. Nothing. He opened the bottom drawer and began again. He let out an audible gasp as he reached the last file. Porno magazines! Gay Porno! Grissom was gay? Well perhaps...he'd always had a lingering suspicion he might be. He thought briefly about what Grissom might look like naked. Average build, a little overweight, probably a hairy chest...and oh that beard! He wanted to rub his face all over it.
He picked up the first magazine and saw that it was a mature daddy type porn, mostly hairy, average guys in their late forties and early fifties. He began looking through it, rubbing his cock through his charcoal colored suit pants. He was getting really turned on and thought he might as well just have a quick jerk off before he left. He went back to the desk and pulled his pants and underwear down. He spread the magazine on the desk blotter and sat down in Grissom's leather chair. His cock was already leaking precum all over the place. He wiped off a few drops with his thumb and brought it to his lips. Deliciously salty. He briefly thought about what he might use to clean himself up afterwards but his urges were too overpowering to care. He started to furiously pump his cock.
"Ahhhhhhh!" he moaned. His orgasm was enormous and thick squirts of cum – four, five, now six ropes shot out of his cock. He leaned his head back, closed his eyes and sighed at how wonderful that had been.
When he opened them again and gave some serious thought to cleaning up, he was horror struck to see that he had cum all over Grissom's porn. Hastily he looked around for something but could find nothing to wipe it off with. Finally he decided to use his tongue before it set in. He got most of it off, but the page was now badly deformed. He pulled off his tie and used it to try and dry the page as well as to wipe off his hands and cock. When he finished he hastily pulled up his pants and shoved the dirty tie into his pocket. He grabbed the magazine and hurried to replace it in the filing cabinet. He hoped Grissom might not notice but that was a long shot. "Well, at least he won't know it's me," Brass consoled himself. He gave one last spot check to the room to make sure nothing was obviously wrong, and flicked off the light.
He slipped out and closed the door with a snap behind him. He turned to start up the hall to his own office when he noticed Grissom turning the corner towards his office. His heart began to hammer. Had he seen me? Brass didn't think so, but he couldn't be sure. Trying to look nonchalant he walked quickly past Grissom and gave him a "Hey, how are ya Grissom?"
Grissom smiled and responded, "Just fine, Captain. I'll have the official reports on that drug bust in the morning but off the record the Feds were already on the scene when I got there and took the case over."
Brass nodded knowingly and continued the quick pace until he got into the safety of his own office and then let out a sigh of relief. He'd gotten away. Or had he?
Grissom had returned from the assignment frustrated. He had gotten to the scene and discovered it was a federal case and he had no jurisdiction. Why had Brass sent him there if he knew the Feds were handling it? As he turned the corner Gil Grissom noticed Captain Brass exiting from his office. He knew Brass wanted him gone and he didn't like Brass very much either. This was ridiculous, though, searching my office? He might have found out my secret. He would regret this. He immediately tried to pretend that he had not seen. In fact, he did such a good job of it, he was sure Brass believed he was unaware. As Grissom got to his office he pulled a pair of latex gloves he always kept with him from his pocket. He put them on and entered the office. Immediately his eyes focused on the chair which he noticed was not pushed in like he preferred. So, he had been snooping around...but had he found anything? He immediately went to the lower left hand corner of his desk and pulled out a portable evidence kit, complete with swabs, baggies and such for collecting evidence.
He began to examine various surfaces around his desk. The first piece of evidence he found was a drop of some sort of liquid on the ground. He immediately thought it might be semen and swabbed it for later analysis. He took some fingerprints off the desk drawers and the chair. The drawers seemed to be in order, though he suspected Brass had been through them as well. He moved on to the filing cabinet and went right to the drawer with the porn. He picked up the magazine Brass had used and flipped through it to the place where Brass had ruined the page. He swabbed this thoroughly also and then tore off a small section of the page...not enough to identify the pictures. It wouldn't do having to answer questions about where the magazine came from. When he had finished collecting as much evidence as he felt he needed to prove Brass had been searching...and more in his office he gathered the evidence together. He needed leverage to ensure Brass couldn't spill any of his secrets, and he might even be able to reverse the tables and get rid of Brass. Wouldn't that be sweet?
He proceeded to the lab and began running some tests.
After Grissom had run DNA and fingerprint tests on the evidence he had collected he found himself at a crossroads. Fingerprints from Brass wouldn't be that difficult to obtain...but they also presented a problem. Brass had been in his office many times for business, that wouldn't exactly prove he was being unethical. All Brass would have to say if called out on it would be that he must have touched something while discussing a case. What he really needed was a sample of Brass's DNA. But how to get that without letting Brass know that's what he wanted? Then it hit him, Brass was also a closeted gay...perhaps he would be interested in a little action. To tell the truth he was attracted to Brass's type: stocky daddy bears.
A plan began to form in his mind. He would invite Brass to his home where he could control the environment and then seduce him. When Brass had an orgasm, he would collect the semen and compare. Unethical sure, but Brass wasn't exactly paying fair himself. Then he would confront Brass and force him to quit the force. But how to approach the subject...it wasn't exactly common knowledge they weren't friends.
"Hey Captain, I've been meaning to talk to you," Grissom said when he ran into Brass the next day.
"Yeah, what about?" Brass countered a little too defensively.
"I've been thinking...well we're not really on the best of terms or anything...maybe we could try to bury the hatchet? How about stopping by my place tonight for a few drinks and some pizza or something?"
Brass looked like he was going to say something nasty, then thought better of it and said, "Yeah...why not?"
"About 8?"
"Alright, see you then Grissom."
Brass wasn't sure why he had agreed to go to Grissom's, but one thing was for sure, he couldn't get the fact that Grissom was gay out of his head. He had found himself just staring at Grissom at every opportunity over the past few days. He wondered briefly if Grissom had found the magazine yet, but thought not...since he was acting well, nice. Brass arrived a few minutes before 8 and Grissom answered the door. He was wearing a nice matching black nylon jogging suit. Grissom invited him into the living room and got him a beer. What Brass didn't know is that Grissom had earlier dissolved a chemical to lower his inhibitions into the beer. They mostly chit chatted for the better part of an hour, with Brass slowly getting more intoxicated. Grissom moved over to the couch where Brass was sitting and put his hand on his thigh.
"Let me ask you something Captain; are you into S&M?"
Brass was completely thrown off by the question. Sure, he was into a bit of S&M...nothing too crazy, but to just come out and say it like that, he doesn't even know I'm gay! "Uh, yeah...I mean sure...I guess sometimes," he stammered.
"Maybe you'd like to do a little bit? You see I've got a few things in my basement that could be fun"
"Yes!" Brass immediately stated. Then he clasped his hand over his mouth, "I...I...I can't believe I just said that."
Grissom gently pulled his hand from his mouth, "It's ok, I won't tell anyone...your secret is safe with me. Come on, follow me to the basement."
Brass followed him to the basement, not knowing what to expect. He found himself in a small room with a counter, which had some drawers and a large plastic mat covered the entire floor. On the matt was a wooden stockade used to bind the head and hands together. He was nearly speechless at this point but Grissom took the lead. He began to undress Brass, revealing his hairy chest and stocky frame. Grissom noticed his cock was about 6" cut and fully erect at this point. His own 7" uncut cock wasn't exactly limp inside his jogging suit either. When Brass was completely undressed except for his black socks Grissom pulled a pair of assless chaps from one of the drawers.
"Put these on, Big Daddy," he whispered.
Brass took the chaps and looked at them a bit skeptically. They were clearly several sizes too small and he wasn't sure he would be able to get into them. He put both this legs in and began pulling them up with great effort, the leather giving just enough to get up his thick legs and bubble butt. When he got them in place he looked down critically. It was so tight around his waist that it accentuated his love handles and slight pot belly, and his ass looked like it was even bigger than usual. He began to feel very self conscious and thought about just stopping everything.
Grissom moved to him and comforted him, "It looks wonderful," he said reassuringly, rubbing his fingers gently through Brass's hairy chest. He moved to the stockade and opened it, "Now how about a little fun?"
Brass wasn't so sure this was his kind of fun but he obediently knelt down, with difficulty because of the chaps and put his head and arms inside. Grissom closed it gently and bolted it into place. He stood up and pulled a pair of latex gloves from his pocket. Donning them, he moved around to the other side and knelt down beside Brass. His hand reached around and found Brass's stiff penis.
"How about we take care of this?" suggested Grissom.
"Yes!" Brass said emphatically.
"We will, but not just yet, you're not quite ready Daddy." Grissom stood up and moved towards the drawers again. This time he produced a ball gag which placed in Brass's mouth and tied tightly around from behind. He affectionately rubbed the side of Brass's face which caused Brass to moan.
He returned to the drawer once more and produced a black neoprene butt plug. Brass instantly felt panicked...he'd never had anything shoved inside of him and he wasn't comfortable with it. "Don't worry Daddy," Grissom assured him, "This is a very small plug, I just want to use it to stimulate your prostate...and I'll use lots of lube and be very gentle." Brass relaxed slightly until Grissom moved around behind him. He felt Grissom's lubed finger enter him. It didn't really hurt but he was still very nervous. When he felt the plug touch his hole he bucked. Grissom gripped him firmly by the chaps and held him in place. True to his word he was being gentle but the sensation was too unnatural at first. Slowly Grissom pulled the plug back out, and this time when he pushed it in it felt wonderful.
"Mrmmmph," he murmured through the ball gag. This was better than he had anticipated. Brass moaned with pleasure as Grissom worked it back and forth a few more times. By this point Brass's penis was leaking precum all over the mat. Grissom noticed this as well and began to tut.
"Now, now, we can't have you leaking all over the place Daddy, can we?" Grissom produced a condom from his pocket and began working it over Brass's throbbing shaft. Brass felt a slight pang of disappointment at the though of having to use a condom, he felt it dulled the sensation, but still Brass almost orgasmed with motion of the rolling. Grissom came around to Brass's head and offered him some poppers. He was grateful for them because he wanted this experience to last.
His head began to swim as Grissom went to the drawer once more. He now produced a small cylindrical metal device, which Brass had never seen before. Grissom noted his puzzled look and explained, "It's a type of vibrator. I'll slide it over your penis and it will masturbate you through vibrations." Brass's head was still swimming and he wasn't sure exactly what Grissom was talking about but as Grissom put the cold metal around his penis and turned it on he found himself instantly in heaven. The vibrating sensation was so much more pleasurable than masturbation he began to make emphatic moaning noises.
"Mrmmmmmph, MRMMMMMMPH!" He managed to hold out for several minutes with his moaning getting more desperate all the while.
"That's a good Daddy, cum for me Daddy," Grissom urged. Grissom's left hand was still holding the vibrator firmly in place while his right began to lightly pat Brass's back with his hand.
The stimulation overload was too much for Brass, the edition of Grissom's comments pushed him over the edge. All in a rush he felt the orgasm coming on.
"MRMMMMMMMMMMMPH!!!!!" he moaned as his hips began to buck back and forth like a horse. His semen rapidly filled the condom as the vibrator continued to masturbate him. After a full minute and a half of orgasm his entire body began to quiver with exhaustion. His ass cheeks were shaking and he involuntarily pushed the butt plug out. Grissom pulled the vibrator off and continued to pat Brass on the back. After Brass steadied himself, Gill pulled off the condom and tied it into a knot. He carried the condom, the vibrator and the butt plug back to the counter. He turned around and removed the ball gag from Brass's mouth and pulled off the lock on the stockade.
Brass pushed the top off and tried to stand. The chaps still restricting his movement made him collapse back into a sitting position his whole body glistening with sweat and breathing heavily. He looked up at Grissom, who extended his hands and hoisted Brass to his feet. Together they managed to pull off the chaps. Brass began replacing his clothes while Grissom busied himself putting away the "evidence." When he had finished he led Brass up the stairs and to the door.
Brass started to leave and then turned around to face Grissom. He murmured thanks, still not entirely sure what had come over him. Brass hastily asked if they might get together sometimes next week, blushing furiously as he did so. Grissom patted him reassuringly and said that he would be free anytime next week. The test results should be back by then he knew.