Ryan
Posted on: July 14, 2008%%%%Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
“Ryan”Ryan looked good today. A white t-shirt stretched over him hanging just low enough not to expose the band of his underwear above the waist of his low riding, baggie carpenter pants. A ball cap covered his buzzed, bleached out hair. Bright blue eyes and a sexy smile adorned his face, a tight three-inch goatee sprouting from his chin gave him a rebel look. his deep voice resonated in the small apartment as he talked. We were at a friends hanging out and drinking beer. I tried to keep from staring at Ryan, but it was hard. He is not the type I usually go for and I couldn’t explain why I was so attracted to him. I had been since first meeting him a year ago. He’s a sexy guy. He’s straight so I’ve never directly hit on him. I have teased him a few times about hooking up. He takes in stride. I know he has never had a gay experience before so I’m careful not to offend him.When it was time for our friend to leave for work we were in no condition to drive. She told us to stay at her place until she returned five hours later. Not having any alternative we stayed. The beer only lasted another hour. Not being able to drive and without a liquor store nearby we decided to raid Rachel’s cabinets in hope of finding a bottle. It took no time to locate a couple bottles of whiskey. We crashed on ...
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The Brother
Posted on: July 14, 2008%%%%Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
We all hear about blended families. We see them on TV, you know like The Brady Bunch, Step by Step, stupid shows like that make it seem like well they were not into each other but after things like bean bag races and family picnics I could see the hot girl sitting across from me and feel nothing but love for them. Love like a sister, but let me tell you this is not the case here.I remember it like it was yesterday my mom had been seeing Tom for a year now and the guy was nice enough, I mean I wasn’t jealous or anything because well my dad was dead and it was time for my mother to be happy again. It was the summer before I left for college and I was doing my best to make my mom happy. I was going to be the perfect son that she needed and then when I left I would call her up and say oh mom by the way I’m gay and that would be that. But for now I would let her think that I was normal. I mean I knew I was gay, I fantasized all the time about my gym teacher and just about every boy in my class but as of sealing the deed nope I had never done it. My boyfriend was my left hand and this huge dildo that I had hidden in a lock box under ...
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Opposites Attract
Posted on: July 14, 2008%%%%Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
Jason was nineteen, newly independent and hormones were pumping through his veins. As he looked around his new apartment he had only one thought in mind: sex. Now that he had his own place he could bring people home. That is, if he could find any people to bring home.He was so horny that his cum just about seeped out of his eager young cock. He gave his balls a quick scratch and in next to no time his slender cock was hard again. What was he to do about this demanding monster? As he stroked his cock through his shorts he thought about his options. He could have another wank, his second of the day, or he could go out and try and find the real thing.For all his horny hunger Jason was still a virgin. Until yesterday he had lived with his parents. Now he had the freedom of his own apartment. And he intended to make full use of it. Grabbing his keys, he adjusted his package for modesty, and left the apartment.It was a beautiful summer day. There was not a cloud in the sky. A light breeze kept the temperatures bearable. Instinctively Jason headed for the park. Something told him that it would be a good place to hang out. He saw some kids his age messing about on their skate boards, and he went to watch them. As beautiful as they were, with their baggy pants revealing snake hips, they were not what he wanted.What ...
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Top To Bottom
Posted on: July 14, 2008%%%%Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
TOP TO BOTTOMfiction from TedEBearHaving been a top for more than 10 years now, I found myself getting antsy to let myself be taken. It has been a long time since I have let a man even get near my ass with a finger, let alone try to fuck me. I do however have a penchant for larger guys, being on the small side myself. To me, there is nothing better than being on top of a big, burly, man. There is no shortage of big guys that love to get plowed either. But, it was my turn to be bottom up, and I still wanted a big guy. Having heard about the rest areas in my area, I decided that there would be no better place to start.It was a warm night and getting toward sundown when I decided to venture out to an out of the way rest area. I knew by the time I got there, that many of the truckers would be pulling in and stopping for the night. By the time I got there, the adrenalin was pumping through my veins and making my cock throb. Parking my Ram 1500 in a dark spot, I scouted the area and saw many trucks already parked. Maybe it was going to be my lucky night. Adjusting myself in my pants, I got out of the truck and decided to make my way to the restroom. Not sure whether it was my nerves or the temperature, I felt it ...
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Top To Bottom Part 2
Posted on: July 14, 2008%%%%Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
Top to Bottom Part II a work of fiction by Theo Well, I did say that I never thought I would hear from Doug again, and I did say that was another story. This is that story. If you recall from my last story, Doug turned me into a bottom. This is the tale of how I turned the tables on him, and made him bottom for me. It had been a few months since I heard from Doug, and one morning, he called me out of the blue. He told me that he was going to be traveling through my town, and wanted to hook up with me again. I told him that he was more than welcome anytime. Not being familiar with my area, I agreed to meet him at the rest area where we first met and fucked in his truck. Maybe we could play some more in his big rig. The two days I had to wait before he got here were going to be murder, but I could hold out. Just the thought of rubbing up against his solid, barrel shaped body, and tasting his hot cock again, kept me going. The time passed quickly and I soon found myself on the road to the rest area to meet Doug. It was late morning and there were very few trucks there and I was able to spot his immediately. Parking in the car lot, I walked over to his semi. Seeing the curtains pulled, I figured ...
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The Three-Day Pass Chapter 01
Posted on: July 06, 2008%%%%Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
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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One Night Out, Part 1
Posted on: July 06, 2008%%%%Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
I took one last look at myself before leaving the house. To me, I looked pretty hot. Faded jeans, vintage tee, tight (lycra) boxer-briefs, and flips. I even had in a tongue ring that coordinated with my outfit. A couple of friends and I were headed to one of the most popular gay nightclubs in town. I just tagged along for the music, drinks, and attention. Once we arrived, I could hear the trance-like base of the techno music just outside the door. Once in, my friends and I were greeted by one of my best friends, who happened to be working at the front desk. "Go on in. No charge tonight." She said with a grin and a wink. The music seemed to flow through every pulsating vein in my body. I could already feel the heat of the dance floor before entering the next room. The floor was packed and so was the bar. "I'll have a Long Island Iced Tea." I ordered. The bartender was so hot. He was nicknamed, Tarzan, because he loved flaunting his practically nude, athletic body for tips. "I guess it's time to flaunt mine." I thought to myself. After taking a couple of sips of my drink, my friends and I proceeded to the dance floor. One of my favorite songs began to play, which unleashed some untamed animal inside of me. I began swerving my hips, throwing my hands in the air, and moving my body to the beat. I then noticed ...
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The Guardhouse Part 2
Posted on: July 06, 2008%%%%Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
I had just got home from another quiet night doing the rounds of this exclusive guarded estate (I am the security guard here) and decided to freshen up before bed. I slipped off my skirt, blouse, stockings and bra and head for the shower. As I stood under the streaming water washing off my make up I thought of the new guy who had just moved into the estate. While I was doing my rounds last night he was out jogging and as it was a warm night he was only wearing a pair of very tight shorts. We nodded to each other and as he went past me I turned and watched as he jogged past and peeved at his cute bum in those tiny shorts. As the shower rinsed my body I felt my cock harden and thought about the new arrival. The more I thought about him the harder I got. I removed the flexible showerhead from its stand, turned the water on full and directed the pulsating water onto my cock and balls. It was too much for me and moved the showerhead around to my arse directing the stream straight onto my hole cumming within seconds. I dried off, put on a satin nightie and went to bed. I slept for a few hours but the sight of the estates newest member had made me so horny I couldn't sleep any longer. As I lay there on my back I kicked the covers off and ran ...
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Alan, The Handyman
Posted on: July 06, 2008%%%%Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
Alan was a handyman that worked around my neighborhood. I noticed that the work I saw him do was incredibly artistic and he never did anything that wasn’t worth his time and effort. One neighbor had him design and construct a fence for the back of his property. It looked as though it was right out of a Homes and Garden Magazine, yet it was Alan’s design. He also did window repairs, repairing broken glass, painting and even did some plumbing work. He was a very general handyman and his fee was very affordable. After he had finished the neighbor’s fence, I was invited over to take a look. Alan was there and when I set my eyes on him, I had all I could do to control myself. He was an extremely handsome young lad of about 35. He had the bluest eyes and his hair was cut so short, one would think it had been shaven only a few weeks ago. his build was muscular however, not overly so. But because of the types of work he did, it kept him in shape. He was an independent contractor and always finished a job before going on to the next one or the next neighbor. I told Alan that I had quite a bit of work that needed to be done at my place and when he had time, to come on over and I’d show him what needed to be done and if he would be able to do ...
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Dorm Encounters: Wet and Naked Comes Knocking
Posted on: July 06, 2008%%%%Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
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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Dad's Little Room, Part 2
Posted on: July 06, 2008%%%%Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
Part 2What I didn't know was that my father was thinking about it too. When I left, my father went into the closet to get some clothes and noticed a small chip of wood on the floor. He bent to pick it up and looked at it wondering where it came from. It was the same type of paneling his panel door was made of so he pulled his clothes away from the door and looked at the door. He noticed the chip in the corner of door. “I wonder how that got chipped,” he said to himself. “I didn't do that.” He decided to check out his room to see if anyone had found it. He remembered I was there this afternoon and wondered if I had snooped around. He went in the room and immediately noticed that the lock on the trunk was unlocked. God, I must have left it unlocked when I left this morning he thought. What if my son saw the things in there? What would he think? Would he say anything to anybody about his father’s secret? Maybe he didn't see anything at all and just left everything alone. He would check his security camera just to make sure. He had installed a camera in the room hidden from view so he could see if anyone entered his room. He re-wound the tape and put it in his VCR viewer, which replayed the tape and showed it on the wall where he had hung the ...
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On His Own, Part 20
Posted on: July 06, 2008%%%%Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
Everyone had left by 9:30…Ron and Randy exchanged small talk as they tidied up the house before turning in about 11. It was after midnight when Randy slipped out of bed, entered Rod’s room and slid into bed beside him. Rod was in a deep sleep. He stirred as Randy “invaded” his bed…then, realizing whom his nocturnal guest was, he rolled over to face him and pulled him close. Their swelling dicks crossed as they melded into each other’s embrace. “What time is it man – what’s up with the visit? Can’t sleep?” “It’s about 12:30, and I’m wide awake…my head’s just buzzin’ about all the shit that’s happened this weekend…Zeb givin’ me my first fuck…watchin’ him get off with JJ…blowin’ Pete and you messin’ with my ass and gettin’ me off while I was doin’ him…the big new plans and all. I just wanted to sorta, y’know…be with you for a while…like, we’ve been together all weekend…but, um…not ‘together’ if you know what I mean…” “You mean like this?” Rod kissed him deeply as he grasped Randy’s balls, gently rolling them, causing their crossed frenulums to tingle in anticipation. “Yeah, man – oh…damn, that feels so good…just you and me y’know. You probably think I’m nuts…but…” “The only nuts I’m thinkin’ about right now are these sweet gems I have in my hand…and you know I’m always up for a little lovin’ from my man…!” “I ...
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Getting Randy
Posted on: July 06, 2008%%%%Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
I had five days until what Cole had referred to as his ‘little get together’. I was killing myself with anticipation and I was also desperately horny. Cole should have known I would be like this. I was used to getting fucked at least 5 days a week, usually swallowing his load too many times to count. The taste of Cole’s cum was like an elixir to me. In fact, a couple of days without it and thoughts of just about any man’s cum excited me, infecting my mind with wanton lust and desire. By Wednesday night I imagined calling my ex lover Matt and jerked off several times while fucking myself with a dildo thinking about how exciting it would be to suck his magnificent python again. The following night I called Cole on his cell phone. He told me he was out of town and didn’t have time to talk. “I’ll see you on Saturday at 4:00,” he reminded me. “That’s all you’re going to tell me?” “Look James,” he sounded short of patience, “I’m busy. I’ll see you soon.” Cole hung up. I was pissed off with frustrations of being alone. I picked up the phone and called Matt resigning myself that if he was home I was going to coerce him into coming over. There was no answer and I hung up, disappointed when I heard his answering machine kick on. I went out wandering around and end up down on 18th looking ...
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On His Own, Part 2
Posted on: July 06, 2008%%%%Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
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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Desperate for Cock
Posted on: July 06, 2008%%%%Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
It had been weeks since I had last had the pleasure of sucking a nice big cock...and I was really horny for one...desperate for cock. I had tried my usual haunts...the tea rooms at the theaters...the rest areas...even the mall bathrooms...but no one came around. Then yesterday I left my office and entered the elevator. There was a younger guy already in and he said hi in a pleasant way. I nodded and said hi also. As the car descended I glanced down and saw that he had a hardon. It was sticking out against his pants leg and was obviously a big one. When I looked back up he was blushing and looked away. I said, "It's okay...it happens to me a lot still." He didn't say anything and we reached the ground floor. He left before me and I followed...curious as to where he was going. To my surprise, he went down the hallway and into the mensroom. I followed...hoping that he was giving me a signal. When I entered he wasn't in sight. Then I saw an open door on the last stall. I went to it and, sure enough, he was standing in front of the toilet. The seat was down and I didn't hear or see any piss hitting the bowl so I entered and closed the door behind me. He turned around and smiled. I smiled back and glanced down. He held his big hard dick in his hand and was slowly stroking it as ...
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The Naughty Neighbor
Posted on: June 27, 2008%%%%Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
his shirtless torso dripped with sweat. From my front room window I had a perfect view of the action. I watched as his silly girlfriend wrestled with him. They had been running around his front yard for a while now. I could tell it was all foreplay for them. The scene had been the same for the past two weeks. They were just waiting for his mom to leave. I knew he had to hate the fact that he didn’t have his own place, but he was only home for a few weeks on summer break. At least that’s what his mother had said when she ambushed me at the grocery store. I listened to her politely even though the whole time all I could think of was how much I fantasized about her son. The girl’s hands went dangerously close to his manhood. I leaned in closer to the blinds as I struggled to see what he would do next. He pulled her closer and was about to kiss her when his mom walked out of the house. “Hey you two,” his mother yelled. “Don’t make me put the hose on you.” She laughed and got in her car. Once she drove away we all breathed a sigh of relief. They were in the clear and had the house all to themselves. I was getting hard just thinking about it. They wasted no time getting into the house. I waited a few minutes and ...
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Class Reunion
Posted on: June 27, 2008%%%%Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
I had joined one of those class reunion websites and I found out that there was a 10-year reunion being planned for my graduating class. I sent an email to the person who was organizing the reunion, saying that I would like to attend. The response was almost immediate and the bookings for the motel next to where the reunion was being held were all but filled. However, they did have one vacancy left in a room with three other guys from my class. I immediately took it. I only lived about a hundred miles from where the reunion was to take place. So, the day of the reunion, I headed down to the town and was at the reunion site at 6:00 PM. I checked in at the table and was assigned my room next door at the motel. I got my luggage out of the car and headed for the room. I knocked on the room door and there was no answer. So, I opened it and found there was one piece of luggage already there, but no one in sight. There was a list of names on the desk that said who would be in that room. I picked it up and saw Ronald Marsh, Robert Henson, Herbert Armstrong and me, Jason Richards. I recognized the other three guys names and recalled what each had looked like 10 years earlier. Ron Marsh was one of the school’s top football players and was built like a Mac truck. Bob ...
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Untitled Masterpiece #2: Unspoken
Posted on: June 27, 2008%%%%Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
UNTITLED MASTERPEICEPART ONE: BODIESUNSPOKENIt had been a lazy day, gone by in a whir. He hadn’t made it to working on the gate, other than to walk over to take a good look at it. He was half afraid that if he did he’d have to face the stranger. He wasn’t up for that, pardon the pun.Instead he unpacked and made the place a little more his own, basically spending the day getting to know his new home and finding the comfort of being in it. It was now late. He had showered, watched a little TV and suddenly felt a little fenced in.Here it was Saturday night, in a new town, a whopping big metropolis to boot, and he was alone. Other than a few people at work, he had not had the time to begin socializing. He made a mental note to rectify that shortly. He found himself in the master bedroom, deciding to just turn in and worry about tomorrow, tomorrow. A first he thought to open the curtains and the glass doors, but decided not to tempt fate. He stripped to his boxers sprawled out on the bed and lit the next in a day long series of Marlboros.his cell phone rang. He reached for it and flipped it open with the usual half forgotten “Hello.”“Ian?” He recognized the voice, but didn’t place it immediately.“Yeah, who’s this?”“Forgotten me already have you?” The man chuckled.“Billy?”“Yeah, ...
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"Untitled Masterpiece #8: MOVES (Part Two)
Posted on: June 27, 2008%%%%Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
“UNTITLED MASTERPIECE”PART ONE: “bodies”CHAPTER 8B: “MOVES”And Tuesday raced into Wednesday; Wednesday into Thursday. The staff doubled in size over night and moved into a bigger suite on a higher floor. Ian took meetings and looked at contracts and weighed options. his staff brought him facts and figures, suggestions and ideas. By the time 5 PM on Thursday rolled around Ian was exhausted, but exhilarated. He almost didn’t answer his cell when it rang. He didn’t want to talk to anyone else; he just wanted to go home. The little screen flashed a number but no name, so curiosity got the best of him and he flipped the lid open before he started the car.“Ian? It’s Billy.”“Hey, bud how’s it going?”“Uh I hope you meant what you said?”“Sure I did.” Ian thoughts raced, “What did I say? What did I say?”“Whew! I thought maybe it was too soon, or I should call first but you said just get away when I could and call to come pick me up at the airport. Well I am at the airport…”“That’s great! (Interpretation—Oh, shit!), I’m just leaving work; by the time I get there you should have gotten your bags and everything. (Interpretation---maybe I’ll have enough time to get out of this!)”“Cool! Can’t wait to see you!” Billy sounded so excited.“Me, too!” He flipped down the phone. “fuck! fuck! fuck!” He pounded on the steering wheel. All ...
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It's Only Sex
Posted on: June 27, 2008%%%%Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
It was her turn. "Have you ever been with another man?" she asked.A little pause."Yes," I answered. "A conductor in Vienna I was working under. No pun intended." She grinned slyly and so did I. I continued."One evening we'd imbibed that tad bit too much spirits and I suppose you could say male bonding got taken to another level. He was heterosexual as well, but our sexuality had little to do with it..." I trailed off. Her grin had widened. There was a playful amusement in her eyes as she looked at me in that extremely alluring way of hers that gets me every time. I could feel an undeniable stirring inside me. Every nerve of my body cried out for her. I wanted her. Now. But she would have none of that. Not until I had finished telling her every filthy detail.But let me tell my story again properly for you lusty readers.The year was 1910. It was the final year of my musical studies at the conservatory. Franz was about ten years older than me and occasionally visited our class to lecture or give instruction as he was too young to acquire the position of a professor at the time, though he was on good terms with all of the teachers and many of the students. A respected young conductor, he was a mentor of sorts to me, having already achieved the ...
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Brazilian Soccer Team Balling
Posted on: June 27, 2008%%%%Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
Pete and I had just finished playing a couple of sets of tennis at the club and had sat down at a big table, courtside, for a beer before showering and leaving. Suddenly, five Latin hunks - all bulging muscles and steamy looks - descended on the court. We'd been told that members of a visiting Brazilian soccer team had signed up for the court after us, and I reasoned that these must be that lot. I could clearly see that they were all beautiful, with tanned bodies and broad pearly white teeth, as two of the hunks took to the court while the other three, after asking politely for permission in charming broken English, took the empty seats at the table Pete and I were sitting at. The three at the table introduced themselves as Filipe, Thieago, and Rafael. They told us the two on the court were the team offensive stars, Gustavo and Raimondo.I quickly assessed all five and found all five to my liking - no, to my loving. I could already feel my cock stir. Gustavo was the only blond among the lot, and I wondered if he had some German blood in him. Whatever the case, he was just as heavily muscled and hunky as the rest of the lot.Pete got a little peeved when he said he thought it was time for the two of us to hit the showers and I said I wanted to stay around and watch the Brazilians hit the ball ...
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My First Dressed Meeting - Part 1
Posted on: June 27, 2008%%%%Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
I had been talking to John online for months - I met him in a CD chat room and we progressed to swapping emails and pictures and then going on webcam. After three months of webcam we had seen just about everything there was to see of each other - me always dressed for him and him often undressed for me!When he asked me to meet him I was scared but it seemed the right thing - we already knew what we each looked like and I trusted him. So I said yes and then panicked for the next three days.We arranged to meet in a car park in the Ashdown Forest near where he lives at 2:00pm on Thursday. But I was up at dawn showering, shaving, creaming and doing my makeup - I think I was ready by about 9:00am so I spent the next couple of hours dressing and undressing, trying on this, then that, outfit.Finally, I settled on a silver top and black skirt that I knew he liked, especially as it only came to mid thigh. I matched it with my favourite black undies - lacy bra, thong and matching deep-cut garter belt - and black stockings and four inch shiny court shoes. My hair was shoulder length, curled at the ends and matched my natural blonde hair as well. My make up was the best I had ever managed and my lips were glossy and red. I looked a picture! Then into the car and ...
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A Gift?
Posted on: June 27, 2008%%%%Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
He was there every Thursday evening. I was going around to meetings like this one—a regular support group meeting on depression in men, held at a local church hall—for the whole semester as part of my practicum assignment. When he had first arrested my attention, he was sitting four pews in front of me and across the aisle. I saw him in three-quarters profile, as he was concentrating hard on the speaker of the day. I remember thinking how handsome he was - handsome and sad-looking. He could have been anything between forty and fifty, I suppose. The pepper-gray, neatly trimmed hair on his head and in his beard and mustache leaned me toward fifty, but his sharp features and the fact that he seemed to have been depressed for some time indicated that he might be considerably younger and just was slowly giving up on life. Not that he had given up on himself. He looked in good trim and always wore well-pressed sports shirts and khaki pants. I don't know what made my attention always return to him on those evenings. Maybe it was that he was always paying such close attention but never asked a question or made a comment of his own. Or maybe it was that little gold earring he wore in his left ear, catching the light off the chandeliers high overhead whenever he turned his head, catching my attention at the periphery of my vision. He seemed apart from the others around us, and ...
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In the Army Now
Posted on: June 27, 2008%%%%Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
One Army posting took me to a remote area in the southwest, miles from civilization. When a few of us could get away we would hit the closest town, get drunk and cruise a little, looking for some action. And typically we didn't get much, but since it was a long way back to the base we often piled into a motel room and crashed to sleep it off. One of the guys was a little less inhibited than the others and one of these nights as he stumbled out of his clothes he decided he needed some release from the sexual frustrations of the evening. So he stood there by the bed in a fairly cramped room and started waving his tool around, saying things like, "Man, I just gotta get off tonight or I'll bust".The other three of us were half undressed anyway, and just watched him start to play with himself we finished stripping and quickly got hard too. Within a few minutes we had a real circle jerk going, accompanied by guttural grunts and groans of pleasure we sorta cheered each other on. I was having a great time! Steve, who originated the action, had worked as a lumberjack since he was young, and had an exceptionally developed chest and arms. his muscled legs stood out too, as he bent slightly to get into the action. The room quickly took on that smell of man juice as we pumped. Now I had seen a few group masturbation ...
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Untitled Masterpiece #3: Openings
Posted on: June 27, 2008%%%%Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
UNTITLED MASTERPEICEPART ONE: BODIESOPENINGSFor the second day in a row, Ian woke up easily and fully rested. Today he felt a little more at home. He rose from his bed and wasn’t as startled by his surroundings. It was beginning to feel like home. He meandered to the mini fridge that he’d finally stocked with his favorite beverage, very sweet iced tea, poured himself a large glass, in one of the liquor glasses that were already there and enjoyed. After the first sip, he lit the first smoke of the day and clicked the button that opened the glass doors allowing the morning freshness in.Not bothering to cover himself, he figured what the hell at this point, stepped out onto the balcony and took a deep breath. Sitting his cig in the ashtray nearby, he stretched and yawned, surveying the backyard at the same time. his eyes couldn’t help but wander over into the next yard to see if the stranger was anywhere around.The balcony was empty, but the curtains opened. He could see the white jockeys still crumpled on the floor of the balcony. He laughed a little to himself and was kind of surprised to feel a little tingle in his crotch. He started a little when he heard a voice from behind the fence shout.“Come on, I’ve got to go!”He assumed it was the strangers voice, after all, all he had heard previously was what he thought were a ...
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