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A Cold Winter With A Hot Stud
Posted on: March 06, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
During the winter of l947 - 48, I was stationed with the U.S. Army in Headquarters European Command in Frankfurt, Germany.
On a cold and wet evening I was returning to my army barracks in Frankfurt. Although it was early in the evening, it was already quite dark. I was on a streetcar heading for the barracks, when I saw a terrible accident. Two German cars had crashed on the wet streets. I got off of the streetcar so I could help in case anyone needed me. Then the police and an ambulance arrived so my help was not needed.
As I was watching and getting very wet from the rain, I thought I should hop on a streetcar and head back to the barracks and have my dinner at the mess hall. A German guy came by and asked me what happened. We began talking and soon we were chatting about the accident. The more we watched and chatted, the wetter we both became. He was as wet as I was and we both were cold. We both needed to get out of the rain and into a warm room.
He was a very friendly guy and invited me to his home for a glass of "Glee Wine". This wine is heated a little and herbs are added to it. When one gets chilled the people in Austria and Germany often have a glass of this wine to warm them up. So we got into his car and he drove ...
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1945 - My Second Time - A Real Cowboy
Posted on: March 06, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
When I was a young guy, I was forced to live on the streets because my parents did not want me. It was an excellent education for me. Street people knew how to live, get along, and to look out for each other. Once the street people knew my problems, they all seemed to look out for this dumb kid. They would warn me to avoid certain creeps and protected me when they could. I would wash dishes in some greasy cafe for my food. I would clean floors in order to get some money. I had to do all kind of jobs to get by. It was a terrible life for a young guy like me. It was freezing weather, but for a little money, I could go to a cheap movie and get warm. Every day was an education for me, and it taught me to take care of myself. I was a street kid, so I knew how to fight if I had to, and there were times that I had to protect myself. I am amazed that I came out of that as good as I did. In l945, I was in the army. I was underage, but the army let me stay in until I was 18, then they sent me overseas, to Japan (1946). If you read my story "1945 - My First Time" you will know about this handsome Cherokee Indian. He talked me into sucking his cock and that was my first gay ...
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Birthday Present
Posted on: March 06, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
It was my 18th birthday. It was Thursday, and my big bash wasn’t until Saturday. My parents were visiting my aunt in Utah, so that night it was just me and some masturbatory goodies I bought myself. Aside from the basics of Love Lube and some porn mags, my special treat was a slim, 8-inch vibrator for anal play. In the past, I’ve used things like carrots and the sort.I was getting ready for a night of self love: Playgirl open to erotic stories, lube on the night stand, jack rag at the ready, and my new vibrator, now with fresh batteries. I had already given myself an enema to keep from getting my new toy dirty. I plopped down on the bed, naked and ready to go. Suddenly, there came a knock at my door.I pulled on a pair of boxers and a robe and ran downstairs to greet my inconvenient visitor. It was my best friend, Tommy.Tom and I had been best friends since I was in 3rd grade. He was a year older and got lots of pussy. The most sexual experience I had was hand jobs from old girlfriends. It’s not easy to find hot guy sex when you’re a closet bi in a conservative small town like me.“What’s up?” I asked, hoping he wouldn’t take too long. He came in and we went into the living room. He had a small book bag.“I wanted ...
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First Anal
Posted on: March 06, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
As I was sitting across from him, I felt an odd desire in my groin, something I had felt before but not this strong. We were all sitting around playing a game and drinking; things were coming to a close though as it was 3am. Since I was a guest, I assumed that I was sleeping in the living room, but he offered to let me sleep with him in his room.“Sure, why not,” I said, as my cock was stirring below.So back to his room we went, both of us eager. He closed the door behind me, making sure to not make any noise. He turned around and looked at me, both of us radiating lust and hunger. Before I knew it, our lips were locked and our tongues exploring. He started undressing me, expertly guiding his hands. By this time I was rock hard, feeling like I was going to pop out of my pants before he got them off.“I want to suck your cock!” I said, panting in lust.“Are you sure?” he asked. “I thought you were straight.”“I like sucking on cock.”He pulled off his clothes, and there was his seven-inch cock, rock hard and ready for some sucking. By this time my cock was throbbing and ready for some action too, so I started kneeling down to suck on his cock.“Hold on, let’s get in a sixty-nine on the bed.”“Ok, whatever you want.”Once on the bed, I started on him like I was trying to ...
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Tom at the Pool
Posted on: March 06, 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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A Familiar Stranger
Posted on: March 06, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
“You guys make the perfect couple,” gushed Cynthia as we drove to the restaurant after the wedding rehearsal.“Thanks,” I said.It had been a long road for both of us. I still couldn’t believe we had made it this far. It seemed like ages ago when we met for the first time. That night we had known each other all our lives but we were strangers at the same time. It was ten years ago. I had just turned eighteen when my group of senior friends decided to go to Ft. Lauderdale for spring break. All the wildest parties were happening there and we were going to experience everything. The drive down was incredibly long. At least half the day was spent on the road. By the time we got to our cheap motel we were hungry, cranky, and more than anything we were itching for some fun. We dropped our stuff in the one room we were all sharing, unpacked only our bathing suits and rushed out to seaside.The ocean was breathtaking but we weren’t there for the view. My friends and I wasted no time in hitting the strip. Every club seemed to be overflowing with beautiful women and muscular studs, something for everyone in our group. Actually I was the only one who was interested in guys but there was no way I could let my friends know. I just tried to act like a pussy craving teenager whenever my friends were around.That night after we went out to ...
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2 Straight Guys
Posted on: March 06, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
I was working in Accounts for a shipping company and my boss was very happy with my efforts because I not only did my job with new accounts, but I was also able to collect from some deadbeats that had long owed the company. There were a few other staff members in the office, but I had my own little cubicle and I was quite happy with the being among the friendly staff. There were two gals and two guys, other than myself on the staff. They would often tell a joke, speaking out over the cubicles so all could hear. We'd all laugh and the feeling of togetherness and friends was quite a change from where I had worked before. At that job everyone was left to himself and we didn't fraternize with the others. One afternoon, the boss came in and told everyone that he wanted to have a party at a local restaurant. All were invited that Saturday night. Being that everyone was single in the office, we all accepted the boss' invitation. There were several other workers from outside the office who also came to the party. There were 15 of us and he reserved the little banquet room of the restaurant. It was a hosted bar and the boss was picking up the entire tab. Needless to say, everyone ordered plenty of drinks. As the evening was coming to an end, I knew I had enough to drink and I had to drive about 3 miles ...
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After Art
Posted on: March 06, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
It all started when I made the bold move to model for one of my university’s art classes, nude model that is. I figured, ‘Hey, I’m a senior. I’ve already established my reputation. Why the hell not?’ After all, I was captain of the soccer team and had been with enough chicks to have also established the reputation of a ladies man, to say the least. Nude modeling was nothing, a no-brainer, and I certainly needed the extra cash the university was offering to shell out to anyone willing to do the job. So, my first day of posing for the class went well, no real problems. As I was a jock myself and tended to run with that crowd, I didn’t know anyone in the class. They were more of the artsy type, if you know what I mean. None of the chicks really struck my fancy, so I knew that me pitching a tent by accident and getting really embarrassed was nothing I needed to worry about. I showed up next class ready to go. I had already changed into my ‘cover up’ as the instructor called it, in other words my bathrobe, and was just shooting the shit with some of the not so cute chicks until the rest of the class arrived when he walked in. I had never seen him around campus before, but he was gorgeous. ‘What was I thinking?’ I started to question myself. ‘I am straight,’ I reminded myself over and over again. ...
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A Steamy Confession
Posted on: March 05, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
Coach Chris Grey. Upon first glace, he seemed the perfect image of a typical college coach. A rugged, masculine individual, with an Adonis-like body fit to live in the temples of the Gods. Probably his most well known trait from that body was the chest that many students, male and female alike, called a "chest of steel." It was obviously full of nothing but pure, beautiful, hard-earned, bulky-but not too bulky muscle. With a chest like that, it was hard to ignore the perfect outlines those hard pecs left along those tight-fitted white school shirts he always wore. His powerful, sculpted arms, "guns," the team liked to call them, could barely be contained by the thin and pathetic cotton material making up the sleeve. And, as with any man these days it seemed, signs of tribal tattoos were just barely visible from the sleeve hem. When he'd turn to face someone, one could not help immediately noticing the entrancing forest green shade of his eyes. Accompanied by strong masculine features, facial hair kept lightly trimmed but never fully shaved off, and a shaved head from being a former navy man, many called Coach Grey "a bearded Vin Diesel" and it wasn't difficult for him to attract girls, despite the fact that he never really paid mind to his natural charm. He was a dedicated man, and had a lot of heart for the game of football. Although he was at times very strict through tedious hours of practice sessions, he cared ...
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'Initiation'
Posted on: March 05, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
I was picked up by a guy in an open top Porsche. He was older than me and had dark blonde hair, a strong thick neck and what looked like a beautifully hard chest under an open necked shirt. We chatted and he would look at me occasionally, and I felt that his eyes scanned over my body before returning to the road. He turned off the highway saying we could take a more scenic route to his town where I could then continue onto the highway. We drove through some beautiful country and now and again he would touch me on the shoulder to point out a building of note or the antics of a group of animals. We laughed and relaxed in each other’s company. Our eye contact became electric for me and, with a nervous constriction in my chest, I touched his thigh to point out a fantastic swathe of wildflowers in a meadow. Before I could remove my hand he put his over mine, gave me a quick glance and a wicked grin as he slid my hand further up his thigh and cupped it over his crotch. I felt so excited and my own cock was bursting to be released from its cramped erection. Emboldened, I massaged his bulging crotch and slid my other hand into his shirt, undid another button, and ran my hand over his chest and stomach. I was not ‘green’ but I had never been in a situation like this before, and ...
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1945 - My First Time - But Not My Last!
Posted on: March 05, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
When I was only a kid, I was forced to live alone and try to make a living for myself. I’d been kicked out of my family's home, because I told my parents that I thought I was homosexual. I really did not know what a homosexual was. But, I felt that I was one. My parents were very right-wing religious people. They didn't have room in their hearts for a queer son. So, I was ordered to leave their house. I only had a jacket to keep me warm - no gloves, no cap, no money, no nothing. Winters in St. Louis, Missouri are freezing cold. I still wonder how I made it through that first awful winter. I was homeless and lived on the streets. I always had to keep an eye open for the police and the truant officer from school. I was propositioned by every dirty old man in the city. But, I turned them all down. If I went to the theater to keep warm, some man would try to play with me. I went to a priest to ask for help. All he wanted was to feel my dick. I knew that if I were to have any life, I had to make it on my own. That was the best education in the world for me. I was so hungry and cold. But, I knew that anything was better than the life I was trying to live back at home. World War II was ...
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August Drama
Posted on: March 05, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
“It sure is warm out for being 2 in the morning.” I said as me and my two friends walked down the dark, forest path. “I hope the water is warm.” Eric said. I saw the trees above me open into stars. The swollen river and distant water falls filled my head with a deep roar as I approached the bank. Night swimming was becoming our new favorite summer activity. “Race you guys to the other side!” I said as I bolted for the river, stripping my shorts and boxers off. The water was a comfortable temperature as I swam across the fast moving river. It was a beautiful night, the moon was full and the air was thick and warm. Perfect for skinny dipping! I reached the sand on the other side and enjoyed the heat it held from the day’s sun. Zach was the last to sprawl out naked on the sand next to me, breathing heavy. The three of us lay there catching our breath starring at the stars.“We should swim over to those big rocks in the middle of the river.” Zach suggested. “They probably are still really warm from the sun.”I was the first to agree and stand up. Zach and Eric followed and we walked side by side in the sand.“Dude, all I can see is floating butts.” Eric said referring to the way the un-tanned portion of our bodies seemed to float ...
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Coach and the Snowstorm 2
Posted on: March 05, 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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Coach and the Snowstorm
Posted on: March 05, 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. Like a lot of guys in these stories, I could have lusted after the football coaches if I had had much contact with them, but most of my time was spent with the basketball staff. My lanky frame had taken time to develop into a tall coordinated athletic status but by the time that I had hit senior year, I was doing well as a starter on the b-ball team. And basketball was king. In central Illinois, not far from the hot spots in Indiana where they make movies with Gene Hackman where the little Cinderella teams in Indiana always seem to end up being the sentimental winner….well, we were a little Cinderella team also, and we were damned good, even if we were not in Indiana. The five of us starters played well together, and we had been playing together for years. Our coach was fairly new to the community, not yet thirty years old, and was the Assistant Principal at the high school as well as being head coach for the team. He was also tall, at 6’4”, and very personable. Handsome. Blonde. Muscular. He looked really good in the sleeveless jersey with nice biceps and pecs that were on display when he scrimmaged and all of us guys liked him in our own way. My way included a physical admiration. My Dad was a strong supporter, and ...
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Better Late Than Never
Posted on: March 05, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
Better Late Than Never. Probably everyone who reads this was happily experiencing some aspect of gay sex by the time that they were a few hours out of puberty, or so it seems when I read the stories. But it did not happen that way for me. I was thirty-nine, three years, ago, when the “first time” event finally occurred. Don’t get me wrong, I was not virginal. Probably most things that could physically sexually be done with another person, I had done. But all with females. I was happily married and used to make comments that we did more in our bedroom than any porn movie producer could dream up. It was largely true, in my mind, and I was a great aficionado of hetero porn. I had never thought about being aroused with another male, not that it offended my prurient senses in any way, there was just not any conscious thought of it that I recall. The gay life was as foreign to my lifestyle and way of thinking as was a coven of vampires, perhaps. If there are covens of vampires, I don’t know. At a business conference in a jet-plane-away city, several of my colleagues and I were living the good life on company expenses, including a very tiny hotel with exceptionally nice quarters. I had ended up with a small suite and early in the week of the conference, we all ended up ...
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A Late Night at the Office
Posted on: March 05, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
At the end of every month there were always so many reports due. David hated this time of the month the most. As usual, he had procrastinated and he would have to work late every night this week, which created an even bigger headache for him at home. His wife hated the fact that he always ended up staying late. She was constantly accusing him of having infidelities and as punishment she would withhold sex. David could still vividly remember how last month he had almost resorted to getting a hooker he had been so horny. “Mr. Knight, will there be anything else tonight?” asked Mitch. Mitch was the new assistant that had been hired for David. He was a young and eager kid, fresh out of college. David knew this was Mitch’s first job since graduation and he enjoyed spending time with the kid. He was always teasing him and giving him a hard time. David treated him like the kid brother he’d never had. “No Mitch you can go ahead and leave. I’ll probably be here for a few more hours, no need for two of us to suffer.” Mitch looked disappointed. “Besides I’m sure you have some wild party or club to get to. I wouldn’t want to stop you from getting some action. At least one of us should.” “Well, really if you like, I could stick around,” he said. “I don’t have anywhere I need to be.” David thought about it for a second. Part of ...
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