Life and Love
Posted on: March 30, 2009%%%%Copyright © 2009 Sticky Pen
I sat in math class, with Nick sitting one seat up and to the left. Both he and I were daydreaming as the teacher went about her lesson. He was most likely dreaming of snowboarding or baseball, and I was dreaming of him. He is about 6’3” with dirty blond hair, thin build and just so damn cute! I don’t know how long I have felt this way about him. We started out as acquaintances as freshmen and every once and a while we would talk to each other in passing. We were also both members of the school band, reluctantly. When we were allowed to sit anywhere, he would always come over by me. The best times for me were when we would watch a movie in class. He would come over by me and we would just watch my iPod. I would always move the seat next to me closer on those days. I would sit there, as we both watched a movie, trying to get as close to him as possible without alerting him or others. I don’t know if he’s gay. He has made little effort in discussing girls. We normally talk about stupid stuff, as most eighteen year olds do. It seems like whenever we would meet in the hallway, he would just playfully ram into me, and I him. We would laugh then go our separate ways. And I noticed when we were watching one of our favorite movies; he made a point to look ...
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Bryce, Part 1: The Deck
Posted on: March 30, 2009%%%%Copyright © 2009 Sticky Pen
The DeckI have always considered myself straight. I mean I have checked out guys at the gym on occasion but they were so good looking that any guy would be hard pressed not to admire them, but I never thought it meant anything. Not once has doing anything sexually with another guy crossed my mind, at least not until recently.It started when my wife left town for a few weeks to visit her mother. I wasn’t happy to be left alone for so long. I had no idea what I was going to do with so much free time. Luckily my buddy Bryce saved the day. He was planning to rebuild his deck later in the summer but since I had the time he moved up his schedule so I could help.Bryce and I had been friends since our twenties. There had always been friendly competition between us. Things like who could get the most girls, who could build the better body and similar petty stuff. Even now in our thirties we still tried to out do each other at the gym. Like most friends we’d seen each other naked and shared a tent and even a bed once but there was never anything sexual about it. We were always just buddies. I’m not sure what happened to change our relationship over those few weekends but change it did.The first couple of weekends went well. We had most of the old wood torn up despite an early heat wave. We had ...
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Getting to Know Trent - Part 1
Posted on: March 30, 2009%%%%Copyright © 2009 Sticky Pen
DisclaimerThis story is intended for an adult audience and contains sexually explicit content. If you are under 18 years of age or are offended homosexual erotica, please do not read this story. Likewise, please do not read this story if it violates the laws or regulations applicable to you.The events and characters depicted in this story are purely fictional, and should not be misconstrued for real life events and characters. Any similarities are purely coincidental.Constructive feedback is gratefully accepted. All requests will be considered (Tell me what makes YOU hot). You can email me at hot.porn.writer@gmail.com____________________________________________________________I had just moved into my new place; a one-bedroom condo in a nice part of town. I was single again, and half looking forward to some independence and time alone.I was coming back in from the store—another quiet Friday night at home—when I heard someone say, "Hello!". As I looked up, I saw my young neighbor—probably in his late 20s, tall, strikingly handsome, and very wholesome looking. "Hey, how's it going?", I responded. He had a big smile on his face, and I thought to myself, "Man, if only I were only a few years younger..."Who was I kidding, I've always been tragically shy. Odd thing about my personality, when I'm among people who have no sexual significance to me, I'm outgoing and confident. The second I am either interested in someone or feel they're interested in me, it's like my mind shuts down. In this case, I hadn't even considered this guy to be ...
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The Hot, Red Ass
Posted on: March 30, 2009%%%%Copyright © 2009 Sticky Pen
Mrs. Brockett, my babysitter had done it to me when I was twelve and had misbehaved. She had made me pull my pants down, bend over her big knees, and had spanked me. She had spanked me hard!She had told my parents what I had done, and they approved of her punishment even though I complained that a babysitter should not be able to touch me! But secretly, that night, alone in my room I jerked off thinking of her hand hitting my rubbery ass. Mrs. Brockett had no idea what genie she had let out of the bottle for as she had spanked me, I had hardened. As she had spanked me, I had imagined her fingers going where I fingered myself, where I pushed things up inside me. And then I had imagined she was a man, a man who would do what I desperately wanted.My secret life was just that, secret. I would spank myself, I had made several paddles for this purpose. I dated, but not seriously. I went to college, got laid by a woman, but it all seemed so much less than what I really needed. I have never gotten very tall, 5'6" and was very slim. Being small was not a benefit in college.When I graduated, I got a job at an advertising firm. I was 22 and acted as their gopher. I knew I was beginning at the bottom, but there ...
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A Fish Story
Posted on: March 30, 2009%%%%Copyright © 2009 Sticky Pen
Ok it's been about two years since I was with my friend Willy and I kinda forgot the hole thing until I went to my local aquarium store. I was looking for a certain species of fish when I noticed this guy checking me out. I thought to myself. "dude do you think that guy's gay?" I stood there thinking about what it would be like sucking this guy’s cock, when suddenly I was awakened from my gay dream. This guy asked me if I could help him with his tank. I first thought he was going to show me a picture of it, but actually he asked me to go to his house and look at it. I said. "Sure why not."He said his name was Daniel, and he lived right around the corner. So I followed Daniel to his house wondering what the hell I was doing. When we got to his house I went straight to the aquarium to see what his problem might be. I knelt down on my knees to get a closer look when Daniel stood behind me, put his hand on my shoulder and leaned over to point at something in the tank. As we talked I noticed Daniel started rubbing my neck with his thumb. That’s when I knew. I turned around on my knees and asked in a jokingly way, "Do you have any trouser trout?” He smiled and pushed his crotch in my face. I looked in his hazel eyes ...
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A Golf Trip
Posted on: March 30, 2009%%%%Copyright © 2009 Sticky Pen
It was my yearly golf trip. My regular foursome always went to Myrtle Beach at the end of May, when the prices were cheap and the courses not so crowded. We would spend five days, and golf our brains out, drink our livers out, and eat our guts out. It was a great time.I was 54, married, kids and had a great job. I made lots of money, and worked my ass off. My sex life had gone to hell, and all I really had was fantasy and my sturdy, strong right hand.The first day was great; I shot 74 and was really hitting the ball solidly. My putting was working, a soft, smooth stroke and I was driving the ball like a God. Who knows why, but I knew I was going to take advantage of my newfound swing for as long as I could.At the end of the first round, we went into the pro shop, and I saw him. He couldn't have been over 18, though he had to be 18 if he was working in the pro shop and handling money. He was short, very slim, with a full head of tousled blonde hair. My sexual past included some men, friends when I was young, and one or two in my early thirties. But none since then. I knew I liked cock, and loved being penetrated, but marriage, kids, a good job had knocked that out ...
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Lucky
Posted on: March 30, 2009%%%%Copyright © 2009 Sticky Pen
LuckyPart One: The Lottery I was in the middle of an orgasm when I heard the news that changed my life. I was laying on my back, in a bed, my cock being ridden by yet another bored and frustrated space station security guard who was able to pay for my services. We were in the guards living quarters, not far from the malls, offices, and laboratories on the fifth level of the Machby-Enceladus Space Station. The media screen was on; playing het pornography, but it didn’t interest me. I just watched my own stiff penis slipping into and out of the guard who bounced on it rhythmically. I watched the guards back muscles as they flexed to keep balance. For some reason, this particular guard liked to watch the media screen as he rode a hooker’s dick. That was fine with me – this guard (every Tuesday, 3pm, in his quarters just before work) wasn’t really my type. He was fit enough – you’d never find an out of shape Station Guard anyway. But there was something about his face that bothered me. He wasn’t ugly. It wasn’t that. He was actually quite handsome, in a generic kind of way. But he never really smiled, not really, not happily, not even after a particularly energetic sex session, which this clearly wouldn’t be. ...
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Servicing the Security Patrol - Part 1
Posted on: March 30, 2009%%%%Copyright © 2009 Sticky Pen
DisclaimerThis story is intended for an adult audience and contains sexually explicit content. If you are under 18 years of age or are offended homosexual erotica, please do not read this story. Likewise, please do not read this story if it violates the laws or regulations applicable to you.The events and characters depicted in this story are purely fictional, and should not be misconstrued for real life events and characters. Any similarities are purely coincidental.Constructive feedback is gratefully accepted. All requests will be considered (Tell me what makes YOU hot). You can email me at hot.porn.writer@gmail.com_____________________________________________________I had seen him many times over the past few months, since moving to my new place. He was a security officer for my community, and was usually sitting near one of the gates in the evening. I have to admit, every time I came or left, I was on the lookout for him. I never really saw him up close, but could see he had a goatee, dark hair, and wasn't a tall guy, probably around 5'7" or 5'8" tall.What I did always notice was his demeanor. He was all man, and he had a certain confidence, even arrogance to him. Regrettably, he almost always caught me looking at him, and would nod at me and I would smile and nod back.One evening, I was coming in from the store. I had bought way too much shit, and was definitely going to need to make multiple trips to get it all into my condo. As ...
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Untitled Masterpiece #9: Billy (Part Two)
Posted on: March 30, 2009%%%%Copyright © 2009 Sticky Pen
“UNTITLED MASTERPIECE”Part One: “bodies” Chapter 9B: “BILLY”He looked now at the still sleeping Ian and remembered how hot, wonderful and sweet, and did he mention hot, it had been with him. He loved the things they had done to each other and the intense sensations that had made them burst into screaming orgasm. He slowly got up from the bed and moved to an easy chair facing his sleeping friend and let his mind wander back to the first time that had happened.No it wasn’t that first night with Mike and Lisa, but later. Billy had been going on Wednesday nights for a number of weeks for “tutoring”. Lisa and Mike had actually helped him with the course, but the prime focus was always sex. Either Mike or Billy would fuck Lisa while the other watched. The one watching would stroke themselves or the one on top would start jacking the other. Mike and Billy would always kiss and play with the other some, but Mike had never offered to suck Billy again, although Lisa always greedily licked them both either before, during or after.It was just two weeks before the homecoming game when Billy showed up with his books. Ian answered the door as usual in boxer shorts and motioned him in.“Lisa’s running a little late, but come on back and we’ll crack the books until she gets home.” Billy had come to enjoy the moments he had with Mike. ...
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My Surprise, Part 2
Posted on: March 30, 2009%%%%Copyright © 2009 Sticky Pen
I managed to force myself free. I slammed my back against the cubicle door and I looked into her eyes. She was beautiful, amazing eyes, great face, nice pair of tits and a great body. She stood up, pulled her tights thong and skirt up and calmly walked by me touching my crotch and winking at the same time. I was in shock; the girl that I liked for a while was a dude. I was worried that if she told my friends they would think I was gay and my life would be over. I quickly ran out of the toilets and back to class. As I walked in Stacey smiled nicely at me winking. I could hear her friends laughing. “You were long Mark.” “Yes miss, I was getting a stain out of my jumper, miss.” “Ok Mark, sit down.” As I sat my bum was in pain and I found it hard to write. I started to sweat and on many occasions I turned to look up her skirt and her tanned legs but I had to stop that now because I knew what she was a guy. I looked at my friends and they just smiled and looked back at me. That night when I went home I was still in shock. I started to question my sexuality and my future. Questions started to go around in my head. Then my phone rang, it was Stacey. The text said: Hey thanks for today it was fun. Sorry ...
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