On His Own, Part 20
Posted on: May 25, 2008Copyright © 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 hot stud – 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, hot stud – 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 hot stud…!” “I ...
Get The Full Story At Sticky Pen
It's Only Sex
Posted on: May 24, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
It was her turn. "Have you ever been with another hot stud?" 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 ...
Get The Full Story At Sticky Pen
Public Toilet Encounter
Posted on: May 24, 2008Copyright © 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 hot stud 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 gangstas 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 ...
Get The Full Story At Sticky Pen
"Untitled Masterpiece #8: MOVES (Part Two)
Posted on: May 23, 2008Copyright © 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 ...
Get The Full Story At Sticky Pen
Water Polo Balls
Posted on: May 23, 2008Copyright © 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. ...
Get The Full Story At Sticky Pen
Fucking with Mark
Posted on: May 23, 2008Copyright © 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 ...
Get The Full Story At Sticky Pen
One Night Out, Part 1
Posted on: May 23, 2008Copyright © 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 ...
Get The Full Story At Sticky Pen
The Brother
Posted on: May 22, 2008Copyright © 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 ...
Get The Full Story At Sticky Pen
First Time on Bottom in Texas
Posted on: May 22, 2008Copyright © 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 seconds. 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 ...
Get The Full Story At Sticky Pen
David's Goliath
Posted on: May 21, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
David’s Goliath…. ? Alex Carr 2008
It had been one of those moronic days and the only thing that kept me going was the thought that I’d be seeing David that evening. It was all very exiting and thrilling really because it was still a new relationship. I wasn’t sure how things would be after our first date - we met on the internet and invariably it is one date, if you’re e lucky - a quick mutual wank or something like that - and that’s it. You are thinking well what was all that about, and did you really enjoy it, was it really worth the effort?
But with David still interested, and wanted tom meet me from work, it all seemed kinda better, although little did I know what I was in for at the time.
Although when David invited me to his pad after a drink on our first meeting it was plush, his manner was absolutely charming and cultured and I must say I felt a little out of place. He soon made me comfortable though, poured me a drink and we chilled chatting on the sofa.
When he asked if I would like to join him in the shower room it seemed to come as the most natural thing in the world and soon we were rupturing and getting to know each other in the most intimate way.
He had an adorable stance and a beautiful body, handsome too and I felt very lucky ...
Get The Full Story At Sticky Pen
Untitled Masterpiece #8: MOVES (Part One)
Posted on: May 21, 2008Copyright © 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 ...
Get The Full Story At Sticky Pen
The Truck Stop
Posted on: May 21, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
This story reflects on an event that took place not long before it was published. I hope you enjoy!I had just gotten out of the shower, when I heard the message tone go off on my computer. I figured it was some old guy replying to my ad. "Hey, hot stud. You're cute." That pretty much summed up my endless list of messages.Instead, I found a message from one of the hottest guys I have seen from my area. I couldn't believe he messaged me. "Wanna fuck?" He asked. "Of course." I replied, knowing it was probably some joke. "When and where?""Now, at the local truck stop." He added before he signed off.So, I dressed and drove to the nearest truck stop. As I sat, waiting in my car and listening to some music, I began debating on whether or not I should stay. Before I had time to put my car in reverse, a hand tapped against my window. It was the guy from the website. I rolled down my window."Are you ready?" He asked, his deep voice echoing in my ears.I followed him inside and into one of the bathrooms. No one else was there. We were totally alone. I entered the first stall as I heard the lock click behind me. He dropped his pants, and his smooth, hard, and very thick 7.5 incher flopped out along with his huge balls. ...
Get The Full Story At Sticky Pen
H is for ... Hunky, Haveable Hets
Posted on: May 21, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
H is for ... Hunky, Haveable HetsI think I’ve never really been turned on by out-and-out gays. There’d be times when I’d make do with them, occasionally for extended periods, but what I always really wanted, and got more often than you might believe, was hunky, haveable hets, preferably married. Perverse? Perhaps. But it’s been fun.There was a notable period in my life, around my 23rd birthday, which places it about 1956. I was sharing a flat in Liverpool. The flat was a longish walk from the gay bars in town, so when we were flush, or unusually thirsty, my flatmate and I would phone for a taxi. And often, as we walked down the steps of the house, the hot black dude cab driver (that’s the cab that was hot black dude, not necessarily the driver) would say: "Magic Clock, boys?” The then best known gay bar in Liverpool. He’d spotted us as gays.But my return trip was usually on foot, unless it was raining, because, with hardly a diversion from my route, there was a whole slew of cottages to visit. In good weather, I would start in the little one in the alleyway alongside the Walker Art Gallery. Both cottage and alleyway have now gone, alas, though the gallery is still there. The alley led to large blocks of tenement flats (also now gone), and some of the denizens thereof would drop in for a quick blow job from a queer on the way home. The girl friend (in those Pill-less times) ...
Get The Full Story At Sticky Pen
Foul Weather Buddies
Posted on: May 17, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
Stormy Weather brings out the Good Neighbor policy.For several years, Tim had lived next door to me. He was on the road a lot but I would see him nearly every weekend when he was working on his lawn, mowing in the summertime, raking leaves in the autumn, etc. He obviously enjoyed his back yard lawn work, and loved walking around it with drink in hand (“talking to the weeds” he described it). He went shirtless most of the time. He was well built with a hairy chest that covered some of the perkiest pecs ever on his wide shouldered frame. Tim had the genetic disposition to always have that great looking hunk of a Hercules-like body while the rest of us mere humans have to jog, do crunches, diet, and try to look like Tim, who did nothing at all to look as fantastic as he always did.Tim was divorced but his ex-wife was often around anyway and was there for overnight stays from time to time. And to add to that, he frequently had a live-in “dolly du jour” that shared his bed and did light housekeeping for him. The dolly changed often, and it seemed pointless to try to remember their names even though Tim would refer to them by name in his discussions. “Nikki…now let me see, was she the one with the really big tits?” And Tim would laugh and say, “Naw, Nikki was the one with ...
Get The Full Story At Sticky Pen
"The Truck Stop"
Posted on: May 17, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
This story reflects on an event that took place not long before it was published. I hope you enjoy!I had just gotten out of the shower, when I heard the message tone go off on my computer. I figured it was some old guy replying to my ad. "Hey, hot stud. You're cute." That pretty much summed up my endless list of messages.Instead, I found a message from one of the hottest guys I have seen from my area. I couldn't believe he messaged me. "Wanna fuck?" He asked. "Of course." I replied, knowing it was probably some joke. "When and where?""Now, at the local truck stop." He added before he signed off.So, I dressed and drove to the nearest truck stop. As I sat, waiting in my car and listening to some music, I began debating on whether or not I should stay. Before I had time to put my car in reverse, a hand tapped against my window. It was the guy from the website. I rolled down my window."Are you ready?" He asked, his deep voice echoing in my ears.I followed him inside and into one of the bathrooms. No one else was there. We were totally alone. I entered the first stall as I heard the lock click behind me. He dropped his pants, and his smooth, hard, and very thick 7.5 incher flopped out along with his huge balls. ...
Get The Full Story At Sticky Pen
Striptease
Posted on: May 16, 2008Copyright © 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 hot black dude 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." ...
Get The Full Story At Sticky Pen
The Taverne in the Towne: Brian
Posted on: May 16, 2008Copyright © 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. ...
Get The Full Story At Sticky Pen
Sam and Jared
Posted on: May 16, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
Sam is a very good looking guy, tall, slim, beautiful long hair, and some very precious blue eyes. I had been talking to him earlier in the day and we were making plans to meet up, but unfortunately he wasn't able to have anyone over, mostly because he was sick. So it kind of sucked, he is a really nice guy, and I was really hoping to hang out with him. So, we were chatting for most of the day and then he decided he needed to go get some dinner, and make a small side trip along the way. He picked me up just around the corner from his home and he decided he was going to get himself some McD's. So we leave for McD's and I figured he was just going to go drive around for a while.So about 15 seconds later we arrived at Lake Sawyer, he pulls up right by the lakeside. It’s a very beautiful area, and I wanted nothing more than to just kiss him then. I resisted, I didn't know how he felt about me, and I didn't want to get stranded out in the middle of the city, off the bus line, for pulling a move I shouldn't have. So, we sat there and talked for a good hour, and it was nice, there is a lot Sam and I have in common. We sat there and just talked about the most random things, and it was wonderful. So, it was ...
Get The Full Story At Sticky Pen
NAT
Posted on: May 16, 2008Copyright © 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 hot stud’s hot stud liking gangstas who acted like gangstas, gangstas 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. ...
Get The Full Story At Sticky Pen
Making Music
Posted on: May 15, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
It was a warm day in the fall and I was lying outside. I had come back home to spend a little time with my parents. The phone rang and then after about ten seconds my mother came outside:“We have to go, you’re uncle has hurt his back badly and is in hospital, we need you to stay here and look after the place, we should be back in a couple of days, is that alright?”“Sure.” I replied coolly, I had not got on well with the uncle to whom they were referring.They boarded the car with the usual suspects, grapes and a meaningless get well card. I lay in the sun with my torso exposed and I thought about returning indoors before I got burned when a car drew up, no it was not my parents back again it was a small car. A hot stud came out of the car and I realised that it was my music teacher from High School, George. He was about 5’9” and close-cut grey and hot black dude hair (dominantly grey). He was even hotter now than he was back in my high school days. Many a night I lay in my room fantasizing about him and what we could do together in his locked classroom after hours… “Hello sir.” I greeted him merrily.“Please, call me George.”And so I did, I wanted to find out why he was at my house and so I enquired.“What are you doing up here Si- George?”“Well, I was out for ...
Get The Full Story At Sticky Pen
On His Own, Part 19
Posted on: May 15, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
Ron groggily reached for the phone and mumbled… “Yeah…what…” Rod feigned a soothing, “motherly” tone…“Rise and shine sweetheart, it’s almost ten…” “So…?” “You guys gonna sleep all day ’cause you fucked all night?” “Wasn’t all night…and yeah, we were sleepin’!” “How long you been asleep…bet you did fuck all night…” “Five hours maybe…what the hell am I doin’ tellin’ you that – it’s none of your fuckin’ business…whaddaya want?” “You’re tellin’ me about your all night fuck, sweetie, because I’m your pal and you love me…and what I want is for you guys to come over late this afternoon for some steaks and bullshit…I’ve got somethin’ I want to run by you, and I need everybody here…” “Yeah, I guess – what time…who’s ‘everybody’?” “Five…Pierre should be back by then…you, JJ, Pete, Zeb, Randy, Roscoe, Pierre and me…everybody!” “OK - so where’s Pierre?” “Stayed with Roscoe last night…took him for a leather fitting…Roscoe blew him right off the bat…then Pierre blew him…love at first suck, I guess!” “No shit…” “Would I lie? Anyway…go back to sleep...I need you bright eyed and bushy tailed tonight when I lay this plan on you…” “Whatever…we’ll see ya then…idiot, wakin’ a guy in the middle of the night!” Ron and JJ arrived at Rod’s about 4:45…the smoky aroma from the charcoal grill hung low in the chilled late ...
Get The Full Story At Sticky Pen
The Three Day Pass Chapter 32
Posted on: May 14, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
I had hoped to end this story with Chapter #31, but so many of you have written to say that you either did not want it to end or that the way that it ended was too abrupt. I admit that it was rather cut short. I had to do that as I was in the process of moving and had little time to polish it up. Now that I have had time to reflect, (and rest a bit) I have decided to continue the story. As always, I hope you enjoy my work, and if you have any comments, or ideas that may inspire new work, please feel free to contact me at Joystick56@Hotmail.Com - all E-mails will be answered to the best of my ability.I would like to thank Chris for his help in editing this chapter. It would not have been finished without his help. I would also like to thank all of you for the many letters you wrote (so far over 435) and for telling me how much you liked or hated the story so far. Keep the letters coming. This is a work of fiction, and as such the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is your obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily.The end of Chapter 31And so the memorial service was held and went off like clockwork. A ...
Get The Full Story At Sticky Pen
My Step-Dad the Cop
Posted on: May 14, 2008Copyright © 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 hot stud, or developing a build like his old hot stud, 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 gangstas 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 ...
Get The Full Story At Sticky Pen
Danny, A New Adventure
Posted on: May 14, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
Danny, a new adventure …. ? Alex Carr 2008.
Text from Danny - “Pete, I’m on holiday for two weeks, would be nice?”
I Phoned him, said fine I would let him know when I could be free. Then we got to exchanging thoughts about what we have done in the past and maybe what we could do in the future.
There was something he mentioned when we last met that I was unsure of. It was not a turn on for me but obviously was for him - I said I would come back to him about it, he said no hard feelings if I didn’t want to but. thinking about it, Danny has been good for me in doing something that he was not particularly thrilled to do, yet, having felt his hand come down on me during our last two sessions I do believe he has come to enjoy, because last time he asked of he could really spank me, then do the business over my freshly spanked ass.
For me it was a great thrill and had become part of our thing every time we met each other, it is truly a tonic to the soul to be with a guy of like mind, so now it was only fair I should do what Danny asked and, on the phone I told him, “You know what we talked about last time we met, what you asked me about? I said to Danny.
“Yes I ...
Get The Full Story At Sticky Pen
Straight Marky, Part 2
Posted on: May 14, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
The following story is fiction or is it? It involves sexually explicit erotic events between males. If you are offended by such material or are too young, live where it is not allowed, don't read the story. ***********************************************************************STRAIGHT MARKY ...PART2Hey guys, WOW, I can’t believe all the supportive emails I’ve received in such a short amount of time. Thanks to all. So, here's the continuation of "Straight Marky." Ok, after dropping Marky off at his house, I went back home and got some much needed sleep. A couple of hours into my "coma", I heard the doorbell ringing and knocking on the door at the same time non-stop.... PISSING ME OFF! I opened the door cussing like you wouldn’t believe and there standing before me was.... yep, you guessed it...Marky. Still half asleep and sober now it all came back to me suddenly what had happened the night before. It was all too much to grasp at once, all kinds of shit were running through my brain...what had happened...why was he here at my door...he knows what happened and he's pissed... he told his parents...he's gonna kick my ass. Well, what seemed like forever, standing at the door in my boxers and not saying anything, Marky spoke up and snapped me back to reality. He said "hey Jeff, I’m ready to work". What the hell was he talking about? Then I remembered that we had talked about him doing some yard ...
Get The Full Story At Sticky Pen