Black Power
Posted on: July 17, 2008?>
My friend Shemar came by yesterday and ohhh he was soooo excited because he had won some tickets from the radio station for a special premier to the new batman movie.? Now Shemar and I don't read comics and otherwise except for when cute Val Kilmer played him (shame he isn't so cute now) but we do love to let our eyes linger on that yummy Christian Bale...(now that is a christian that can baptise my head anytime) and of course he is in it.? So once our excitement at winning and getting to go see Christian before any of our friends could we got ready, grabbed dinner and headed to the show...My opinion of Batman ?? Haaaated it...first Christian spent way too much time in that ugly black/grey suit and it was so padded that we didn't get to see his lean muscled physique.? That girl just kept appearing and wrecking scene after scene and even the yummy looking DA who sure looked like he buttered his buns the same way I do was also portrayed as a straight and poor Christian got hit and kicked and shot at and explosions hurting him...It was traumatic watching it and crying out “watch out christian watch out” as we had to watch his pretty face get marred? Sooo for any of you who were thinking about going to Batman...don't bother instead relax, sit back and instead enjoy Black Power and watch a Real Dark Knight wield his lance the way they should have let yummy Christian show off his. (god I hate how movies cater to the straight audiences)
There is just something about a lean ebony black man gleaming as the light hits his skin that gets my skin on fire and my semen swimming.? The way the muscular definition is soooo defined mmmm.? The dusky demigod superhunks in Black Power are a perfect example of this.? As soon as I saw their muscled obsidian muscles flexing I literally gasped in pleasure and my eyes were riveted to the screen and my hand was riveted around my cock.? It's times like that I wish I had lived 150 years ago and owned some black slaves....I would have been very nice to them and their only rule is that they had to stay naked and no women allowed.? No whips unless thats what they are into.? The action itself in this movie showed that things can also be fun if you put an ebony giant or two in charge of an eager to please young white guy whose ass they owned thoroughly.? The biggest highlight of Black Power is the bright sunshine in the last two scenes.? Why would sunshine be such a hot thing in a movie you wonder...well silly nilly use your noodle and not the one between your legs...the sun makes the ebony highlights and dusky shadows of the skin stand out more bringing the full muscley form of these hunks to full profile...and the way it contrasts with that creamy white skin when they press against each other...this is eroticism at its finest.? Sooo this coming weekend remember, make your dark knight viewing the one you'll really enjoy instead of watching yummy Christian run around in leather that doesn't even leave his butt cheeks showing.
?>Black N Large 2
Posted on: July 15, 2008?>
You know how sometimes a title can really mislead you and make you feel as though your expectations have just been totally betrayed and violated ?? Like when you meet some hunky looking guy online and he is all telling you about his 9 and a half inch cock yet when you meet him you realize that he had used some Canadian ruler or something weird like that and its really 9 and a half centimeters ?? (which is about 4 inches) and you just feel betrayed cos the package wasn't as advertised....Well when I was a teen I experienced that kind of marketing violation of my mind for the first time.? I was a little buzzed...walking thru Seattle's gay area and saw a Marquee Billboard saying that the theater was playing “Black Stallion” which of course made me picture some lean chocolatey muscley studs who are incredibly well hung fuck machines as I figure it would make anyone think who saw the title....turned out it was about an actual horse that ended up a racing horse and the relationship it had with some boy...I admit it was touching and made me cry but it wasn't touching in the right ways and tears weren't the fluid I wanted out of me.? Well Black N Large 2 is the movie that “Black Stallion” should have been.
If you like black guys and daydreaming about feasting on that dark meat like I do (and who wouldn't except some rednecks and pick-up truck driving hicks who don't appreciate the finer aspects of our lifestyle anyway) then Black N Large 2 is a definite must-see for you.? The photographer really knew his stuff and made the best use of light and white and colorful backdrops to really emphasize the ebony sheen and glistening sweat on the actor's muscled onyx skins.? My only critique for Black N Large 2 is that especially in the last scene, it was obvious that these lean mean fuck machines were gangstas but to the best of my understanding, gangstas run as a gang...so where was the gangbang?? Hopefully the makers of this movie will remedy this problem in the next one they make, otherwise four big swishes of ivory on ebony cumstreamers.
?>Size Does Matter 5
Posted on: June 10, 2008?>
Helloooo...can anyone say racial stereotyping...I knew you could and obviously so can the people who made these Size Does Matter movies. Don't get me wrong honey, I love a good yummy chocolate stick to suck on and a muscular black stallion to ride as much as the next guy but couldn't they find any well-hung white guys for this movie too ? I mean I know I've seen some and the eye at the end of my cock has loved watching the endowment of Jeff Palmer and some other alabaster Sex-Gods with their chiseled physiques, and in my opinion this kind of movie only reinforces stereotypes and makes average or under-hung mahogany men feel as though they are lacking.
Now that I've said my social piece, on with the show and my opinion of it...loved it!!
While these lean mean fuck machines only got to do one-on-one sex they still managed to make the most out of the lethal weapons they were packing...we're talking intense fudge-packing action and some of the hungriest cock-sucking I have ever been lucky enough to see, and the first scene with the young white guy getting to service the well-hung muscular iron-thewed ebony titan made me salivate from both my mouth and my cock in anticipation of what was to come.
Size Does Matter 5 is something you can watch time and again and always get something out of it and something out of you.
Four big swishes around the world for Size Does Matter 5.
Black Force
Posted on: June 05, 2008?>
You have to show some emotion in your sex and Bacchus’s “Black Force” does a half-decent job at this. By half decent, I mean only one person ever seemed to be enjoying the sex.
The first scene shows us a very dark-skinned brotha sucking off his slender Latino partner. With the blow job he’s getting, the slender brotha could at least show a little interest — F’lamin Yon knows he would be! At least there’s some decent reactions when the dark brother gets his ass fucked hard by his Latino friend. But still, no real emotion from the Latino.
The second scene has two brotha’s, but, again, this is a one-sided affair. They even appear to be in the same room and bed as the first two. The one doing all the sucking is having a great time, if only his lover would join in on the fun! The sex is pretty good — it even rocks the bed. If only it would rock the other hunk into expressing something.
Again, there is a good blow job but no reaction from the receiver. How can he be bored with that kind of cock sucking being given!! An okay sex scene was momentarily interrupted by a crew member making a very big crash noise.
The last scene has the Latino back but still no reaction as he has his cock sucked by a handsome brotha. It is a spirited blow job and warrants far more reaction than was given. The sex is okay, but nothing to brag about.
Bacchus needs to put some force into Black Force. The actors receiving all the attention seemed to not be paying ANY attention to the wonderful treatment they were being given. At least the other partner enjoyed a good fucking. F’lamin Yon used one face towel for this video, but only with one hand.
Mandingo Men
Posted on: May 29, 2008?>
Everybody knows chocolate is an aphrodisiac and that is certainly true watching these cads bury it deep in four chocolate fudge packing scenes. There is enough cream being added to coffee in this movie that it may as well have been called StarFucks and adds a little light BDSM for some extra flavor. I have never seen anyone more anxious to be put in chains. I see now why a lot of white masters use to love keeping their hot sweaty black slaves in chains to better display their rippling muscles.
The cocks were big and juicy, the fucking was intense and action-filled, but I know when my fantasies go to some black stallions it's always a sports team or rap band all getting together to bust some moves on my ass and all over my face leaving me covered in delicious white chocolate sauce...
Mandingo Men is severely lacking in cast cos everyone knows black fuck-machines are all about sex but this was all just one-on-one action that only teased you with what these black brutes should be capable of, so next time bring on some more beef...maybe a nice big white pork sausage to own their asses; they do say history repeats itself, nothing wrong with it repeating itself repeatedly in some sweet chocolate fudge packed wide-spread ass meat.
So while I did enjoy Mandingo Men as a yummy chocolate snack which certainly gave me some custard of my own to clean up, I must say it was only a mediocre man-fest and gets two swishes and half a schwing to the left.
?>In the Army Now
Posted on: May 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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It's Only Sex
Posted on: May 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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First Time on Bottom in Texas
Posted on: May 26, 2008?> Copyright 2008 Sticky Pen
OK, So this is my first story I have ever written so I hope you all enjoy it. I know that every time I think about it, I start to enjoy it again.So it was last September and I went on a business trip down to Houston for some training. I was dreading it because I knew no one at the class and knew I would be bored to death. Boy was I dead wrong. I was scheduled to be in town for three nights so when I first got there I did what I always do, find the bar and the hotel PC.Well the first and second nights were average. I went down to the bar and grabbed a few drinks then went to the computer to see if I could find something...oops...I mean, someone to do. No luck either of the first two nights so I put an ad on Craigslist. On the third night, I got some drinks and did my normal routine. Only that night was different, I had five responses to my ad. I scrolled through them and responded to a M/M couple that had answered my ad. I sent them an email and luckily got a response within five minutes. We started chatting on an IM feature and exchange info and decided to meet. I was nervous as hell when I left my hotel. I pulled out of ...
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On His Own, Part 20
Posted on: May 26, 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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The Brother
Posted on: May 25, 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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Public Toilet Encounter
Posted on: May 25, 2008?> Copyright 2008 Sticky Pen
I was walking home from work through the park late one afternoon feeling extremely horny. I had not masturbated for about three days because my girlfriend’s parents were staying with us and in between working and showing them around town I had no time to myself. I took the long way home so I could stop by the public toilets in the park, to read the things written on the walls while stroking a quick load off, as I sometimes do. My girlfriend doesn’t know it but I love cock. Especially the anonymous, no-strings-attached kind I’ve now and then sought in public places known for that type of activity, I think they call it cottaging in England. As I neared the old brick building in the far corner of the park I looked around and the only person in the park was a man on the other side of the park jogging. I skirted the fence and discreetly slipped inside the male side of the toilet. I entered the second cubical and closed the door behind me. The stall was filthy and had a foul, musty smell. The floor was wet and the walls and door were covered in messages left by men seeking sex. I unbuckled my belt and let my trousers and underpants fall to the floor. Sitting on the toilet holding my erect penis I read the messages and began to stroke. The dirty, stinking atmosphere of the dark toilet cubical aroused me and instantly brought me close ...
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One Night Out, Part 1
Posted on: May 24, 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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"Untitled Masterpiece #8: MOVES (Part Two)
Posted on: May 24, 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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Untitled Masterpiece #8: MOVES (Part One)
Posted on: May 23, 2008?> Copyright 2008 Sticky Pen
“UNTITLED MASTERPIECE” PART ONE: “BODIES” CHAPTER 8A: “MOVES”Sleep was peaceful, but short lived. It wasn’t long before Ian felt himself hardening still inside of Jeremy. He opened his eyes to see Jeremy looking at him, he moaned, “Mmmm, want me more of that!” and round two began. Jeremy rolled him over and road Ian’s cock, until they both shot again. They hit the showers next, soaping each other down, where Jeremy gave Ian his first full blowjob. Ian happily returned the favor. They dried each other off and slept a little longer, but before the sun came up Ian bent Jeremy over the hot tub and fucked him one more time.They swung back and forth from tender and gently to torrid and wild. It seemed that Ian’s dick would not go down and Jeremy’s ass couldn’t get enough of it. Each time after finding themselves covered in cum and soaked with sweat they would collapse in a little pile, audibly agreeing that was it they didn’t have the strength for more but ended up simply changing locations and pounding away again.As they watched the sun come up, they were still naked, basking in a fresh fuck and soaking in the hot tub. Ian was leaned against the tub and Jeremy still sitting on Ian’s cock, his back against Ian’s chest. Jeremy grabbed Ian’s hands and wrapped them around him.“I have never cum like that before.” He sighed.“You said that the last ...
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Bum Chums Have Fun In The Sun
Posted on: May 23, 2008?> Copyright 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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Fucking with Mark
Posted on: May 22, 2008?> Copyright 2008 Sticky Pen
Fucking with Mark. . ? Alex Carr.
I was enjoying Mark’s fuck again, sort of in a world of my own as I felt him ease so deeply into me from behind. When the mobile sounded I just didn’t want to know but Mark picked it up, still inside me, handed it to me. I just didn’t need that, it spoilt the whole moment, I was so enjoying the gentle throb if cock inside me as his hands pulled the crop of my hair, like he was an animal mastering me. I loved it, loved to feel him, touch him and taste him, and right now I smelt of his fuck - we had such amorous times, and as much as we were attached emotionally to each other our special relationship deemed to have no holds barred unless we both agreed the boundaries.
I listened to who was on the phone, it was my sister. “You okay, Pete - haven’t heard in yonks?”
“Yes I’m fine, it is just I can’t talk right now, okay?”
I was trying to reply so that she would understand, as I felt Mark thrust away, knowing he couldn’t stop now, knowing that he was committed inside me. Whether she realised my predicament I didn’t know, she must have heard my rapid breathing and my moans which I just couldn’t help, feeling the sensation of being stuffed tight with cock. Anyway she just said it was okay and would I phone her later and I ...
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Inmate Construction Crew
Posted on: May 22, 2008?> Copyright 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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Water Polo Balls
Posted on: May 21, 2008?> Copyright 2008 Sticky Pen
His name was Brady. We had been on the same water polo and swimming teams for four years and had become very close friends. This story begins our senior year of high school, toward the end of our final season of varsity water polo. The school bell rang at 2:45pm and I couldn't wait to walk down the hill to the swimming pool for afternoon practice. The coach was already yelling at the team to get changed and begin our warm up set. I headed into the locker room, entered my locker combination and pulled it open to find my baby blue aussiebum practice suit and goggles. As I began to get undressed I couldn't help but feel proud of my body and attractive features. As a 6'1, 170 pound, tan blonde with blue eyes, smooth skin, ripped body, bubble ass and 8" cut cock, I was not exactly modest. I was the stereotypical southern California surfer god, and I was late for practice. Running out on the pool deck and diving into the pool to begin my warm up, Brady was not in my lane. I couldn't stand a practice without his body and smile to distract me. I asked a friend Greg if he knew where he was and he said he was making up a test and would be coming soon. I immediately pictured him in his red Speedos with water running down his back to his perfect ass that I had fantasized about so many times before. ...
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They Took My Ass and My Keys
Posted on: May 21, 2008?> Copyright 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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Striptease
Posted on: May 20, 2008?> Copyright 2008 Sticky Pen
There I was, lying there in my nakedness when my roommate arrived home from a hard day's work. I was so turned on I nearly got caught masturbating. There was something about my roommate, Jacob that really turned me on. Maybe it was his dark brown hair and emerald green eyes. Or maybe it was his nicely tanned and toned (jock-like) body. Whatever it was, I lusted after him. Some nights it got as bad as me sneaking into his laundry hamper and smelling his dirty clothes. Of course they didn't stink. They smelled of Curves cologne and musk. Oh, how I loved that smell. Anyway, later that night, I was so turned on, I had to masturbate and think of his hard body taking advantage of mine. Then, a knock at the door interrupted my trip down fantasy lane. Instantly, I dressed myself and answered the door. It was Jacob. "I'm missing some laundry and wanted to know if you've seen any of it." I knew I was screwed. The only thing I could do was lie. "No I haven't seen any. Sorry." I knew I had a pair of his black boxer-briefs hidden underneath my mattress. But, he didn't. "Just checking." He replied, exiting my room. I closed the door and sighed the biggest breath of relief. He knocked again. This time, my heart nearly skipped a beat. "Hey. I have a question. Are you gay?" His tone was serious. "Yes I am. I hope that doesn't bother you." ...
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The Taverne in the Towne: Brian
Posted on: May 20, 2008?> Copyright 2008 Sticky Pen
THE TAVERNE IN THE TOWNE: BRIAN (…I have described The Taverne in the Towne before, and some of its essential characteristics. The most essential of these characteristics is the slogan engraved over the backbar, ‘What is said in The Taverne stays in The Taverne’ This story is True – but, in True Taverne Tradition, the names have been changed to protect the Guilty…)I walked into The Taverne in the Towne hoping that my favorite barstool (4th from the left by the cable TV) would be vacant, wanting nothing more than a few quiet drinks and a win by the home-town major-league baseball team (yes, I know, the NBA finals are on, but for me, football season and basketball season are just something to do to stave off the boredom between the World Series and Opening Day.) I was in luck – in luck twice, as it turned out, but I didn’t know it at that moment. I thought that I was in luck because my barstool was indeed vacant, so I grabbed it quick before anyone else could claim it. Unfortunately for me, the NBA crowd was in full control, so any hope of seeing the baseball game was in vain. My second bit of luck this night was that, as I sat down on my own home barstool, I realized that the hunched figure next to me was Brian – and that he was there without Zoe, his girlfriend. ...
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Blackmail
Posted on: May 19, 2008?> Copyright 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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NAT
Posted on: May 19, 2008?> Copyright 2008 Sticky Pen
NATBy KewtieboyLuck really didn’t come into it though many thought I was lucky. At 34 I still felt I was a good-looking catch. My interests in other guys were mainly in those my own age. I was a man’s man liking men who acted like men, men who acted like me really. When Nat started talking to me one night in the main gay bar in town, I paid him little heed. I was cruising a rather attractive David Beckham lookalike at the other side of the bar and was at the sly smiling stage where each time our eyes met we would smile at each other like we had a hidden secret. He was really attractive and just my type – hard to get!Suddenly there was a hyperactive explosion of conversation at my right elbow and there was Nat. It was more of a continued conversation in which I had not been party to its initial stages. “They always do that to me; did you see that?”“Uh,” I said, rather lamely. “Sorry I don’t know what you are talking about.”“These bloody barmen, they treat me like I’m underage or completely invisible. I’m over 18,” he shouted to a passing bar queen! “I won’t report you for underage serving.”“What are you trying to buy,” I asked?“Just a bottle of beer,” he replied.“A beer please,” I shouted to the returning bar queen!“Coming up,” he said as he minced past, picked one up, flipped off the top and dumped it on the counter. ...
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My Step-Dad the Cop
Posted on: May 18, 2008?> Copyright 2008 Sticky Pen
This Uniform Story is Also True…My Step-Dad was a policeman, and was quite a role model for me. Todd had been in the family since I was ten. He was tall, dark, and handsome, 6'2" and 200 pounds, very fit and muscular since he worked out a lot. He worked primarily as a detective in street clothes, but he also had his police uniforms that I thought made him look exceptionally macho, but I would never have told him that, certainly not in that way to make him think that I thought he was a sex symbol.He knew that I admired him, and as I developed, he would compliment me on my looks, and my build as I fleshed out the body, by working out with him. He often told me that I was getting to be as good looking as his old man, or developing a build like his old man, always meaning himself of course, even though we were not related. Even so, I took that as a high compliment since I regarded Todd as one of the most handsome men that I had ever seen. I was as blonde as he was dark, but otherwise, our body make-up seemed to be made pretty much from the same mold.We were good buddies and good friends, but not exceptionally close. I knew that he was there if I needed him, and he gave me all the support and guidance that a good father would do. I was eighteen ...
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