Inmate Construction Crew
Posted on: May 22, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
I recently bought a big old house in the middle of nowhere in rural Virginia. I had been transferred to the area a year ago by my company, a textile manufacturer, and was offered a hefty salary and bonus to remain there in management at a small plant, which was out in real rural country. The “backwoods” folk took some getting used to, they are friendly enough, but I haven’t had much of a social life. It’s okay, the money is really good. I’m a 32-year-old gay guy who is from the suburbs of a big city. I haven’t had a steady relationship in a long time, there are literally no other like minded men out here but I kind of like the peace and quiet. I exercise by jogging in the country and I am pretty fit, except I think my ass is still a bit big. It has some jiggle to it since I spend a lot of time sitting in front of a computer, snacking too much and making out reports for our corporate office. Anyway, after I bought the house, I knew I wanted to do some fixing up on the inside and it also needed some structural repairs to the roof, rafters and rear foundation. I am not a “manly” fix-it guy, I usually stay in the office ...
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Class Reunion
Posted on: May 22, 2008Copyright © 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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They Took My Ass and My Keys
Posted on: May 19, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
They Took My ass and My Keys A fictional story by Theo Kevin was unusually restless this evening. Delivering RV’s from state to state wasn’t an easy task and could at times be boring. Knowing that restlessness could quickly turn to boredom, he knew it was time to pull over and get something to eat and sleep for the night. Within one half of an hour, he spotted a truck stop. Thinking of a hot meal, he pulled the thirty five-foot diesel pusher in between two big rigs. Walking into the restaurant, and seeing all the big-bellied truckers, Kevin knew what his restlessness was. Ordering his food to go, he began to feel stirring a little farther down than his stomach. Looking at all the big bellies covered by tight stretched tee shirts was making him hungry for more than the greasy fried chicken he had ordered. Disappointed that he was too nervous to make any moves, he trudged back to the R.V. and resigned himself to bad food, a quick jerk off, and some restless sleep.Sitting at the table with just his shorts on, and the light from his small laptop, Kevin hadn’t noticed that the original truck on the passenger side was gone and another one was pulling in. He did however, notice when a big behemoth of a man jumped down from the cab. With an audible sigh, Kevin could only stare at the huge trucker standing by his rig. He must have been at least 6'6" and ...
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The New Guy
Posted on: May 19, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
Jack had been driving for 4 hours straight on his way home from college. He was getting really sick of driving and needed a rest so he stopped at a rest stop. He had always heard about rest stops being a bit shady at night but he really needed a break. When he got there he noticed several cars in the parking lot but he didn’t see any people. It was late so he thought it was strange that there were many cars there. Then jack walked into the lobby of the rest stop where there were a few benches and the bathrooms. He noticed a man standing at the entrance to the men’s room as he approached. The man looked to be in his 40’s and in good shape. Jack started to walk in when the man said, “Are you the new guy?” Jack wasn’t sure what he meant so he just said, “Yeah, I’m the new guy.” He was nervous but he was also curious what was going on inside the men’s room. “ They’re expecting you,” the man said. Jack walked in and was shocked at what he saw. In the back of the men’s room there was a large shower like in a locker room. About 8 men were gathered around naked watching something but he couldn’t see what. The men were different ages, probably 20’s - 40’s then one of the men saw him. “ Hey, it’s the new guy, come over here ” he motioned ...
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A Group Challenge
Posted on: May 17, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
My cousin lived in farm country and had a close group of buddies. They were teasing one summer afternoon about how far each had gotten with a girl. That soon had them openly teasing each other about the size of their equipment and making extensive claims about the size of their own dicks. Of course they had all seen each other naked, but they all boasted that their erect cocks were much larger than when hanging limp. As the boasts continued my cousin saw an opportunity and decided to challenge them. He said he figured he could identify each one of them blindfolded just by touching them from the waist down, and that he was willing to make a bet - that if he lost, and couldn'tcorrectly identify all six of them that way, he would give each one of them a blow job. But if he won, they would each have to suck him off! Well, that's a challenge bound to get any hormone-riddled teenager excited. They took off together for a spot they knew nearby. They each had taken off their shirts already during the hot afternoon, and they gathered around in a circle with my cousin in the middle and he got down on his knees. They carefully tied a blindfold around him and each tested that he couldn't see out of it. He then told them to strip completely and gather around him, all facing him.They carefully stripped and sneaked quietly to different positions around him and ...
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Brazilian Soccer Team Balling
Posted on: May 17, 2008Copyright © 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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Blackmail
Posted on: May 15, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
I was working for a van and storage company. My job was to handle claims, which I was good at; the boss really liked how I handled clients. I had worked for the company for 5 years and each year, because of my good work, I got a sizable raise in salary.We had a couple of office parties each year and families were invited to attend with the boss picking up the tab for the entire party. Drinks, hors d'ouvres and entree's were all included, always at a very nice restaurant.On one occasion, it was getting late and the boss' daughter Meg wanted to go home. The boss and his wife had to stay until the bitter end and since I was a little tired, I offered to take Meg home. Little did I know Meg had other plans for me. On our way to her house, Meg started feeling my leg and made a quite obvious pass at me. I, being an all American boy, did not resist the pass and it ended up with the two of us in bed, having wild sex.A month passed by and Meg called to tell me she was pregnant and because I was the only one she had slept with, she knew it was my child. Meg didn't want to tell her folks but she did want to have the child. I asked her if she wanted to marry me to give the child ...
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In the Army Now
Posted on: May 15, 2008Copyright © 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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Bum Chums Have Fun In The Sun
Posted on: May 13, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
Bum Chums Have Fun In The SunMartin’s palms felt sweaty as he got off the bus and started the long descent down to the beach, and his heart pounded away inhis ribcage. It was like being caught with his hand in the cookie jar; just being in the proximity of "the beach" made him feel likehe was committing some grave sin, but his lust and desire and excitement drove him on.He had been travelling all day: first he took a bus from the sheep station he lived on down to the railway station and from there hada long journey into the city. Then he had to catch another bus outto where he believed "the beach" to be. And all to lose his cherry.At twenty five he was still a virgin and desperate to do somethingto change that situation.He had heard that there was this beach where men went to swim in thenude and to eye each other up. That first time, when he read thosewords, he was so fucking horny he had sat in the outhouse for over an hour and wanked himself silly until his balls ached and his fleshy, uncut cock was rubbed raw. He couldn’t believe that there was such a place:what were those city folk like! But then he had started researchingit on the internet, on his boss’ computer when he wasn’t looking, and there it was with a map and directions and everything. There was even a picture of a guy getting bum fucked rightthere on ...
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At the Construction Site
Posted on: May 13, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
At The Construction SiteBy Robbie,The gay NarratorI work for a firm of Chandlers. Yes, I know that originally meant candle makers, but I am using the modern meaning, that being anything to do with ships, yachts, boats and the like.We had supplied eight large mooring fenders (each one 75cm thick by 100cm wide by 100cm deep to a new office block, which was being built on the north bank of the River Thames just outside London. It was a prestige building and it was their intention to ferry their VIP visitors by river from the centre of London to their offices. We were given a deadline for delivery, which we had bettered and delivered two weeks early. Unfortunately due to a spell of bad weather completion of construction had been delayed and when it came to finalising the moorings the new fenders had gone missing on site. My company had received payment for them and they asked me to make a site visit to see if I could locate them before we set about making replacements.I was extremely impressed as I pulled up outside the building at 11am on Friday morning. It really was magnificent and I could see that no money had been spared in fitting it out.The new owners were due to take possession in a few days time and there were only a few construction workers still on site. I went to the prefab marked “Site Office” and the Site Manager ...
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A Morning on the Beach
Posted on: April 18, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
The year that I turned 18 was a busy one for me. I had just taken my A level exams at college, and was waiting to see if the results would allow me to go to the university of my choice. I had a long hot summer to wait, and spent the summer living in a holiday chalet that my parents owned on the Norfolk coast. I spent every sunny day on the beach, and in the evenings worked as a barman in a large holiday village nearby.I had a lot of sex that summer, working in a holiday village meant a constant supply of women who considered sex an essential part of the holiday experience, my partners ranged from girls of my own age to well preserved married women in their 40s. However, I sensed that something was not quite right, I made love to the ladies because it was the thing to do and sometimes my conquests were very insistent, not because I felt that I wanted to do it for it's own sake. I was also aware that I was attracted to men, not all men you understand, but some guys really got my pulses racing. I knew that I wanted to explore them sexually but only had the most basic knowledge about what form that exploration would take.One fateful day I walked down to the beach to find a chilly breeze blowing in from the sea. I therefore walked to the end of the long sweeping bay, ...
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A Mountain's Icy Slide Home
Posted on: March 25, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
A wonderful thing is being a boy standing half-naked, just jeans and nothing else, your bare feet gripping a narrow ledge and you are stretched, your fingertips keep you upright as they grip the edge of the ledge above you.The only thing between you and the night, you and the freezing fog, you and the claustrophobia that darkness brings to mountains and large stretches of land, is your skin.It's freezing cold and your balcony doors are open. Music is pouring out along with the heat in your expensive mountain house. You turn your head and you can see that heat shimmer while it rolls out. The music is the King of Pain, by The Police, and you close your eyes and imagine that blue whale beached by the springtime's ebb, because that's how you feel.You're up and out of water. Where at one time you were in a place where you were beautiful and you could do the most amazing things, you've now come to a place where you no longer belong. The funny thing is it's the same place. The place is beside your husband and you've traded a dry mountain home for a wet one.Gravity transforms the beauty and strength of a whale into a helpless beast. The sun which barely reached him before as the weakest blue tendrils now eats him alive.That's how I felt last night. I was freezing standing there on the ledge of my balcony, but not shivering. The forest, the mountains seemed as small ...
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A Walk In The Park
Posted on: March 25, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
One day when I was 22 years old I went for a walk through Newtown and anyone who knows Newtown knows that there is always something or other going on there. Anyways, as I was walking around a corner I heard a soft moan. Ever so soft. I heard it again. So I began to investigate quietly. I then stumbled upon a young man who looked about my age sitting there completely naked stroking a cock that was about 8 inches long. I seized my chance. I stepped out of my hiding place and said, “Hello there!!!" I scared him so badly that he came right then and there. He was so embarrassed. He attempted to clean up but I said, "Allow me..." And I stripped off every layer of clothes I had on me and threw them off somewhere. I got down on my hands and knees and crawled over to him and wrapped my lips around that luscious bone. His cock tasted so good! I had trouble at first getting his entire thing inside my mouth, but I managed eventually. 20 minutes went by and I was still sucking. He finally came in my mouth, and I gagged because there was so much of it. But I lapped up every drop of his delicious juices. His fat dick spent and mine full of cum, I flipped him over onto his stomach and pulled his ass to my prick. I didn't have any lube so I just stuck my finger ...
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Tom at the Pool
Posted on: March 23, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
I had recently lost weight. In my desire to keep the weight off, I decided to start swimming each morning. The indoor city pool was right next to where I worked so it was the logical choice.I enjoyed doing laps each morning and like so many of the guys who regularly swam there, looked pretty good in my Speedo. The pool was a regulation Olympic size pool and the morning swim had standard divider ropes to create the various lanes for different levels of swimmers. I usually swam in the middle lane being neither an Olympic-grade lap swimmer, nor a novice at this form of exercise. Almost every morning, there was a guy who swam in the lane to my left. He was in better shape than me and a better lap swimmer, but I sure enjoyed scoping him out as he out-paced me on each lap.I knew his name was Tom. He was about my height, light brown/blond hair cut close. He was in excellent shape but not buffed or ripped. His body was absolutely beautiful. He was broad in the shoulders and had a narrow waist; what we call on line, “a swimmer’s build.” He had an easy smile and a gentle laugh that he didn’t use often enough.While I enjoyed the exercise in the pool, I have to admit I enjoyed the locker room more – for entirely different reasons.The locker room was standard fare with rows of small lockers facing wooden benches anchored to the painted cement ...
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Bending the Straight Student Barman
Posted on: March 23, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
I had not been at university more than three months when I started to get into trouble. Not trouble with my studies, which were going well. Not trouble with relationships; I had made friends of both sexes. No, my trouble was financial; I just couldn't survive on my student grant. In the summer before going to Uni I had worked in a bar, and was hoping to get evening bar work to help my finances. Unfortunately, bar work was at a premium and there were no openings anywhere. In desperation, I answered an advert for a barman in a gay bar in the city. I didn't expect to get a reply but the owner phoned me up and offered me the job, despite the fact that I wasn't gay. "I don't know if you can hack it," he said. "All our barmen earn good money, which they can double in tips. You have to work naked apart from a little black leather thong and matching sandals. I have to warn you that some of the guys will make personal comments, some will proposition you, and some will take every chance to grope your young body. If you let a guy stroke your ass, then he could well slip a banknote into your thong, it all depends on how much you need the money. Being straight won't protect you from wandering hands; in fact it is likely to inflame the guys even more. So if you are willing to give it a ...
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Blowing the Big Boys in the Bluebell Woods
Posted on: March 20, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
My father got a job in another town, which caused us to move to our new home in early summer. This was a bit of a problem for me because I started my new school just as it was about to close for the holidays. This did not give me a chance to make new friends and I faced the prospect of spending the hot summer days on my own. Two days into the holiday period I was bored stiff, so I volunteered to mow the front law. Stripped down to a little pair of white shorts and my trainers, I let the lawn mower loose on the unruly grass.Hearing voices, I looked up and saw Jimmy Pearce and Billy White, both members of the school rugby team. Although I had seen them play I didn't really know them as they were in the year ahead of me. Jim asked me if I was enjoying myself and when I shook my head he made a suggestion. "Bill and I are going to the bluebell woods tomorrow, if you would like to come with us. We’ll take some sandwiches and drink cans, kick a ball about, and have a good time.” I could not say yes quickly enough, the thought of spending the day with these two guys was much better than being bored on my own. Next morning we set off, walking along the road, then the lane, until finally reaching ...
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Furnace Repairman
Posted on: March 20, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
I was waiting for the furnace service guy to come for the yearly inspection of the system and was on my computer looking at some nice nude pictures of guys when the doorbell rang. I left my computer on and answered the door. It was the service guy, so I let him in to do his inspection of the furnace. He said it would take him 60 to 90 minutes to do the job. He was a very hunky-looking dude and I could hardly keep my mind from stripping off his Levi’s and t-shirt. He went about his business while I went back into my room and looked at some more pictures. I heard him working and heard him say, "Sir, I have to go to the truck to get my tool kit. I’ll be right back." When I heard him re-enter the house, he went immediately to the furnace. After a bit, he yelled out that he had to make an inspection of all the vents. I got up and walked around the various rooms with him as he was checking out the various vents. Not thinking of my computer still being on and some pictures still showing of guys with hard cocks, we walked into my computer room and his eyes immediately focused on my computer monitor. His comment was, "Wow, look at the big cock on that guy," as he pointed out one of the hunks on the screen. I must have turned red because, he said, "Sorry ...
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Brass
Posted on: March 18, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
Beneath his perfectly pressed oxford shirt and tie, he hid a secret- something that no one at work knew about and he wanted to keep it that way. Eric hated socializing with the people at work. He thought they were all the same, all made from the same mold. He hated even more the fact that he was forced to look like them from 9 to 5. If they knew what he was like when he was not at the office, these prim and proper yuppies would freak. The thought brought a big smile to his face.He looked at his watch; only two minutes had gone by since the last time he checked. He couldn’t wait for this day to be over. He had spent most of it in and out of meetings and he had had his fill of yuppies for today. More than anything he just wanted to leave and go to Brass, relax, and see what kind of fun he could get into.He loved going to Brass- every time was a new experience. Every time he pushed his limits more and more. Last time he had been gang banged by a group of bikers that had been passing through on their way to the beach. Just the thought of that night still made his ass ache. He checked his watch again; only five minutes had passed. He looked at the stack of reports on his desk and thought, fuck it, they would still be there tomorrow and right ...
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Coach and the Snowstorm 2
Posted on: March 18, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
This is a story based upon real events and can be considered as totally true. It happened pretty much this way. “What if I told you that your Coach wanted to bottom for you, and wants that very, very much. Could you handle that?” I stared at Coach for what I thought was a long time before breaking into a wide grin and quietly saying, “Oh yea, Coach, I think I can handle that.” He smiled and said again, “You just do not know how much I want that.” And we drove on home with no other discussion of it, other than the oblique reference to “getting together real soon”. Over the next week or so, we did not have any physical contact, but I wore a constant woody thinking about being with Coach. I must have jacked off several times a day. When I would see him in the hallways or in a classroom, he would always wink, and a couple of times, he groped his crotch while giving me the big eye as well. I would get an instant blue steel boner. I decided to stop by his office to see if we could get something scheduled but was stopped short when I got there. Of all things, my Dad was sitting in Coach’s office and I had this immediate reaction of abject fear that we had been discovered. Coach saw me, and waved me in. My Dad was there to express his appreciation to Coach for chauffeuring me ...
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First Time
Posted on: March 14, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
I was standing taking a piss when this older dude walked in and stood at the urinal. It was one the old style long one that was open. He pulled out his cock and started to piss. I snuck a peek. His cock was huge, since he was pissing he was still soft, still it must have been 7 inches long. I did have some basic jack off sessions with my buddies when I was younger, but never thought about getting turned on by a guy cock. He was just finished up taking his piss and said "Hello". I nodded back. He did not put his cock away. He just kept trying to squeeze the last bit of piss out. I did not want to put my cock away and I started to get hard. I looked over at him and just smiled back and now started to stroke his cock. His cock was cut and had a nice head and by now he was fully hard. It was at least 9 inches and about 2.5 inches thick. He asked if I wanted to get a closer look and walked over to me. I reached out and slid my hand up and down the shaft. He did the same to my cock. My girl friend always told me that I had the biggest cock she had seen, but it was small compared to what I was holding. The guy pulled me over to the handicap stall and pushed me down on ...
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Could You Please Pass the Mashed Potatoes?
Posted on: March 14, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
I’ve been happily married for nearly fifteen years. My wife and I eloped to Las Vegas to exchange our wedding vows in front of an Elvis impersonator, who also happened to be our priest. We had just come from a Wayne Newton concert, so we were in very high spirits as “The King” asked us if we wanted to be together forever and handed us our twenty-five dollars worth of free poker chips. We’ve really had the perfect life together—two kids (one boy and one girl), nice house in the suburbs, behemoth cars, good jobs in the city. I could really ask for nothing better, except that I lost sexual attraction for her, well, since before we were married. One could say that I felt pressured to settle down with her to achieve everything that I wished for, and everything that we have actually attained. We would go through the motions like any normal straight couple, but the sex was never satisfying for me, especially in the past two years or so when I started faking orgasms. My assumption was that my wife faked them too, so why couldn’t I? Frankly, it surprised me when she first told me she was pregnant with our son. It must have been from one of those few times that thinking about Mel Gibson strapped to the bed actually helped me get off. We actually planned my daughter, so I just had to focus and ...
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Horny Thug Sucks Cock Gangsta Style
Posted on: March 13, 2008Horny thugs sucking cock gangsta style!!! Damn these fuckas are hot!! Holla!
A Night to Remember
Posted on: March 11, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
While serving in the Navy, I was stationed in Naples, Italy for a couple of months due to an accident I had on a operation we were involved in. I was living in the Hilton and I got bored and decided go out for a walk and see the city. As I was walking around, I found a Porn Theater and paid the 10 Lira {about 3 dollars}. I walked into the theater and it was pitch black so I had to feel my way for a seat. I had just sat down and I felt a pair of hands rubbing my chest and nipples from behind. A second pair of hands came across from the right and started rubbing my dick through my jeans. The second pair undid my belt and pulled me up so my jeans would fall to the floor. My 7" dick grew to its full length and a warm pair of lips started sucking my dick like it was a straw. As this was going on, another pair of lips was tongue fucking me from behind. The feeling of one pair of lips in front and a second pair from behind was sending me into total ecstasy. As the tongue was working my backside, I felt one of them insert a finger into my man pussy, fucking in and out while they were licking me. This went on for like an hour when I felt hands pulling me down to the seat. I started to sit ...
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Caught in the Rain
Posted on: March 11, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
Quickly running into the woods the urgency had him almost tearing off his jeans. The strong clear stream could still be heard over the spring rain. He could hear the foliage being pelted with raindrops. He also felt the drops on his exposed ass. What he didn't hear was the footfalls stealing up behind him. Two hands cupping his ass cheeks is what he felt next. He stopped the stream and whirled around. Another man stood there, grey hair at the temples. He was not imposing. He was shorter and slighter. "I was waiting for you to one day leave the path." He referred to the concrete walkway that ran through the city park. "You know what your are doing is wrong." In a breathy, scared tone he answered. "N-no-one could see me." he stammered " The older man sternly looked him in the eye. "I did." He reached down to try and pull his pants up that were around his knees. "What are you doing?" The man asked. “Leave them down." As the man moved over to him he put his hands in front of his exposed cock. A tree stump was nearby which the older man sat on. "Now you know you must be punished. Your pants are already down. Now lay over my lap. You’re going to be spanked." He had never seen another man naked, nor been with a man. He always fantasized about being spanked. As an adult he would often reach around and slap his ...
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Exposed
Posted on: March 09, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
This sucks. Why the hell did I come here? I thought about this over and over again. The whole trip was going to be a disaster. Why Las Vegas? Why not…Milwaukee? Or Albany? Somewhere mild. I don’t have the guts for a place like this – strippers, casinos, celebrities, flashy lights…What I wouldn’t give now to be back in my room finishing East of Eden, having a mixed drink maybe. My friend Jack had been talking about this trip for months, so I couldn’t let him down by not going. Still, I didn’t think I would be too upset when we left. But…it was 6:00pm and we were unpacking in our hotel room. A suite in the MGM Grand. It was a large room, with white furniture and two separate bedrooms both with wide views of the Strip. Jack just threw his suitcase on his bed and changed into his evening wear (a black jacket, black shirt, gold tie, and sunglasses – because that’s what high-rollers wear, even at night, he told me), while I was still unpacking everything I had with me. “Dude, what the fuck are you doin’?” he said. “We gotta get out there and party!!!” He did the rocker sign and the Kiss tongue-thing. I sighed. I was tired and wishing ...
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