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Caught in the Rain
Posted on: February 19, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
Quickly running into the woods the urgency had him almost tearing off his jeans. The strong clear stream could still be heard over the spring rain. He could hear the foliage being pelted with raindrops. He also felt the drops on his exposed ass. What he didn't hear was the footfalls stealing up behind him. Two hands cupping his ass cheeks is what he felt next. He stopped the stream and whirled around. Another man stood there, grey hair at the temples. He was not imposing. He was shorter and slighter. "I was waiting for you to one day leave the path." He referred to the concrete walkway that ran through the city park. "You know what your are doing is wrong." In a breathy, scared tone he answered. "N-no-one could see me." he stammered " The older man sternly looked him in the eye. "I did." He reached down to try and pull his pants up that were around his knees. "What are you doing?" The man asked. “Leave them down." As the man moved over to him he put his hands in front of his exposed cock. A tree stump was nearby which the older man sat on. "Now you know you must be punished. Your pants are already down. Now lay over my lap. You’re going to be spanked." He had never seen another man naked, nor been with a man. He always fantasized about being spanked. As an adult he would often reach around and slap his ...
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Eye Candy
Posted on: February 19, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
Marty looked at the digital clock on his dashboard. His cock stirred in anticipation. He tossed his half eaten bologna sandwich back into his lunch tote and turned down the volume on the stereo. Beads of sweat formed on his brow. It had to be at least 90 degrees; he was crazy to be sitting in his car. The air was muggy, but he was determined.“Come on, what’s taking so long,” he muttered out loud.He shifted his erection from one side to the other. After a few more minutes he finally heard the slow hum of the bus. The brakes on the bus came alive at the desolate bus stop. Eagerly he watched the people exiting.As usual he was the last one to get off the bus. His backpack carelessly slung over one shoulder he looked around. Did he know I was watching him? Marty wondered. He slumped lower into his seat and lightly brushed his hand over his burgeoning erection. The muscular stud tossed his gym bag by his feet and leaned against the side of the bus stop. His tank top barely covered his muscular pecs.Marty took a sip of his lukewarm cola and began to massage his hard on. His mind raced with all of the things he wanted to do to him. For the past month he had been spending every lunch hour fantasizing about him. Marty wondered if he would ever get the courage to speak to him. He shook the thoughts from his head. A ...
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The Massage
Posted on: February 19, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
I was feeling pretty good when I finished my workout at the gym, but I had overextended my limits a little more than usual with the weights. As I took my hot shower, I could feel the muscles aching more than ever before. My back muscles were screaming at me and the heat from the water soothed the ache, somewhat. I knew I'd better get some kind of a rubdown but, I had never had a massage, other than by my coach in school, after a vigorous wrestling match when I had pulled a few shoulder muscles. I decided I'd better find somewhere I could get a good massage to loosen the aches and soreness. Even my groin was sore from the squats I had been doing. I headed home from the gym and quickly got online to find a massage in my area. I saw there was one with only a telephone number, but by the prefix it had to be in the vicinity of my apartment. I called and a guy answered. I asked him if he had any appointments open within the hour and he said he could take an appointment in about 30 minutes. He gave me the address and I realized it was only 2 blocks from my place. I changed into my sweats and t-shirt, read my mail, and was out the door for my first experience with a professional in the art of massage. ...
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Her Husband PART 2
Posted on: February 18, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
Her Husband Part 2
By: Eljay
Even though it had been a couple of months since the Halloween party, Mike could still remember the sexual beating he endured that night. Over the months, Mike wondered if Jay had remembered that night. He had been back over the house plenty of times after the Halloween party, but Mike didn't sense any signs from Jay that he knew what had happened. There had been times that they were both alone, but the topic was never brought up. Maybe the pending divorce had Jay's mind tied up, or maybe the fact that he could lose his job in the Military had something to do with it. Either way, Mike finally settled on the conclusion that the intoxication got the best of Jay that night.
Mike finally got his DVD player fixed and decided to return Lelani's DVD player back to her. She had let him borrow hers while his was being fixed. As he approached the house he noticed that Jay was the only one home. He decided to just go ahead and leave the DVD player with Jay, so he could give it to Lelani when she got home.
As Mike approached the house, he noticed the front door was cracked. They had a storm door, so he just figured Jay wanted to let some sun into the house. He quietly walked into the house yelling, “knock! Knock!”. At first he didn't hear a response, but he then noticed ...
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Bottle Neck
Posted on: February 18, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
Running the back of one hand across my brow to mop free the beads of sweat that were daring to descend down into my eyes and across my face, I thumbed the radio to the AM emergency station with my other.As I twisted the dial on my 1989 T-bird’s analog radio, I squinted my eyes against the late summer sun bearing down on me through my car’s open roof, as if piercing my vision would in some way help me hear through the static of the distant airwaves. Eventually the transmission caught the station and creaked through my failing speakers clearly enough to be discerned.Evidently, a dump truck had overturned a few exits up ahead, blocking three of the four westbound lanes. “Great”, I mumbled to myself while turning the radio back to the greatest hits of the 70s station I’d been listening to since I crossed the state line.I was on my way to Memphis to ‘visit’ my old college roommate. By ‘visit’, of course, I meant to take up residence on his couch until I figured out what the hell to do with this next stage of my life. I’d been fired from the restaurant I’d been washing dishes for in Lexington because the owner caught me getting blown by the fry-cook back in dry storage at the end of my shift. He freaked out and said he didn’t want any sodomites around the food he served his customers. Fuckin’ Bible belt. Everyone around here is so goddamned uptight.Around ...
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Alone Time
Posted on: February 18, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
Being the middle kid in the family has its good points and its bad points. I always had someone to boss around and I also had someone to teach me a few things. My older brother Lanny is now living away from home but when he was still at home he was a constant source of learning for me. My dad and mom separated when I was about ten years old so Lanny, being two years older than me, was a great support.I've always prided myself on controlling my emotions. Like I have said, I am all boy and boys don't cry. Still when my parents announced that they were getting a divorce, I can remember everything that was happening at the moment. We had finished dinner and me, Lanny and my younger brother Paul, were watching TV in the family room. Mom and dad interrupted the Simpsons saying they needed to talk to us. They dropped the bomb that dad was going to live in another place because they weren't getting along. We knew there were arguments and everything but a lot of families have argument and manage to stay intact. Not so here though. It was not something that all the tears and "but whys" could change.Paul was eight years old and he started crying almost the minute it was announced. Mom was in tears too but dad was adamant, the marriage couldn't be saved. I went to bed early that night because nothing on TV could have saved ...
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Untitled Masterpiece #2: Unspoken
Posted on: February 18, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
UNTITLED MASTERPEICEPART ONE: BODIESUNSPOKENIt had been a lazy day, gone by in a whir. He hadn’t made it to working on the gate, other than to walk over to take a good look at it. He was half afraid that if he did he’d have to face the stranger. He wasn’t up for that, pardon the pun.Instead he unpacked and made the place a little more his own, basically spending the day getting to know his new home and finding the comfort of being in it. It was now late. He had showered, watched a little TV and suddenly felt a little fenced in.Here it was Saturday night, in a new town, a whopping big metropolis to boot, and he was alone. Other than a few people at work, he had not had the time to begin socializing. He made a mental note to rectify that shortly. He found himself in the master bedroom, deciding to just turn in and worry about tomorrow, tomorrow. A first he thought to open the curtains and the glass doors, but decided not to tempt fate. He stripped to his boxers sprawled out on the bed and lit the next in a day long series of Marlboros.His cell phone rang. He reached for it and flipped it open with the usual half forgotten “Hello.”“Ian?” He recognized the voice, but didn’t place it immediately.“Yeah, who’s this?”“Forgotten me already have you?” The man chuckled.“Billy?”“Yeah, ...
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Georgia Peaches, Part 2
Posted on: February 18, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
I woke up Sunday morning expecting me to be in my bed with the warm sheets covering me and 5 voicemail calls from my friends asking me how I was doing. It shocked me to wake up to a clear bright sunny open sky. I recalled last night’s events and remembered about my make out session with Jesse. I turned to wish him a good morning but he was not there. Neither was the blanket or the basket that he came with. There was however a note. Dear Dan, Sorry I left but I need to figure out some things. Although last night was fun, I’m not sure it can happen again. I’m sorry for misleading you and I’ll call you when I’m done thinking. Sincerely, ...
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Dad's Little Room, Part 2
Posted on: February 17, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
Part 2What I didn't know was that my father was thinking about it too. When I left, my father went into the closet to get some clothes and noticed a small chip of wood on the floor. He bent to pick it up and looked at it wondering where it came from. It was the same type of paneling his panel door was made of so he pulled his clothes away from the door and looked at the door. He noticed the chip in the corner of door. “I wonder how that got chipped,” he said to himself. “I didn't do that.” He decided to check out his room to see if anyone had found it. He remembered I was there this afternoon and wondered if I had snooped around. He went in the room and immediately noticed that the lock on the trunk was unlocked. God, I must have left it unlocked when I left this morning he thought. What if my son saw the things in there? What would he think? Would he say anything to anybody about his father’s secret? Maybe he didn't see anything at all and just left everything alone. He would check his security camera just to make sure. He had installed a camera in the room hidden from view so he could see if anyone entered his room. He re-wound the tape and put it in his VCR viewer, which replayed the tape and showed it on the wall where he had hung the ...
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Cactus Creek Saloon
Posted on: February 17, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
He walked away from his interview with light yet confident steps, probably feeling certain that he had nailed the interview. The truth is that he did nail the interview, and I was extremely inclined to give him the job here at the Cactus Creek as a server. I chuckled to myself whilst looking down at his application because he dramatically exited the restaurant by swinging open the kitschy saloon-style doors like a cowboy from the golden years of the wild and untamed west. The name “Reno Dakota” was scribbled in the box marked “NAME” on his application. When I questioned him about his real name, he made a gun out of his hand, pointed his index and middle fingers at me with his thumb cocked and ready to shoot, and told me in one quick deadpan expression, “You never question a cowboy’s name.” He then winked at me, so I smiled and simply left it at that, moving on to the usual interview questions. I had all his other information: I would find it out sooner or later. For now, Reno Dakota sufficed as a name for that rugged young stud. He answered the other questions in a similarly odd fashion, but not so odd that it was a turn-off; instead, his sly, slightly evasive, playful, and mysterious answers and manner of talking made him all the more endearing. Unlike the countless interviews before him, his was interesting and worth my ...
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The Photographer, Chapter 2
Posted on: February 17, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
Mickey called at noon on Monday to be sure that Kent was expecting him - which, of course...he was! Maybe "anticipating" would be a better term! Kent decided to "push the envelope" a bit...cock ring and gauze shorts. This would give Mickey something to look at while he was shooting pictures...might even make some of the pictures better! Mickey arrived promptly at three...wearing a tank identical to the one Kent had on the previous week, and a pair of skin tight 501 cut-offs. His backpack was slung over one shoulder. "Hey, man...great to see you again! You're really a 'right on time' guy, which I appreciate." "Actually...I had to circle the block a couple times so I wouldn't be too early!" "Don't worry about that...any time you want to be early, be my guest! In fact...any time you're in the neighborhood and want to drop in, that'd be cool too. You really look hot in that tank, by the way!" "Thanks to you...you looked so hot the other day I had to find a tank like you had on! Hope you don't think I'm a copy-cat!" "I'm flattered...you can copy me any time you want...!" "Wow...those are cool shorts you've got on...even cooler than the ones you had on the other day. I wanted to find a pair of those too, but couldn't...now I'd like a pair like these!" "I just might get some for you...you can only get them through a catalog I have...I'll ...
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147
Posted on: February 17, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
I listened to the slow pulse of Lust as it crept into the room. The door had been sealed with painters’ tape and a wet towel but it still found me. It moved across the floor giving rise to the wood like a wave. The force made me trip and stumble backwards into the first bedroom. I was barely fast enough to push the door closed behind me. Immediately the clawing started. The scratching sounded like pleading. The kind of begging that digs into the flesh to draw something out that is not readily given. My intention was to grab a couple of condoms and packs of travel lube when I was stopped cold. In all the excitement I had forgotten about the picture of Stephen that I’d printed from an email he’d sent. My heart pumped my chest full with anxiety. I didn’t understand what had happened to us, how Lust had torn things apart so easily. I told myself to focus, that Stephen wasn’t coming back. The Lust had consumed him. I turned in panic at the sound of the opening door. Quickly, I fingered and filtered through the contents of the drawer beside the bed searching for what I needed and stuffed my pockets full. Five condoms, I counted. “Does carrying five condoms make me look fat” I wondered. Whatever the feeling was that inched to consume me, I was prepared for anything. The sound and motion of the floor writhing like a body in heat forced me ...
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It Began with a Camping Trip
Posted on: February 17, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
Ronnie and I attended the same university and were both 18. We had been friends since we were twelve. Ronnie and I were so close that we often knew what the other was thinking. There were times when I dared not to think it. But, I loved him--as a friend with my head, as a close buddy with my heart, but also in a different way. I discovered that I liked men and I really liked Ronnie. In the summer, as we sat in our shorts, cross-legged, playing cards or checkers, I'd try to secretly peek up from his thighs as the pink head of his cock poked through the bottom of his cut-offs. It happened quite a bit, so I always wondered if he did that on purpose. Maybe it was his strategy for winning the game. He probably figured that my concentration would be elsewhere! I kept that sight of him stored in my mind for inspiration as I emptied my balls in bed at night while I tried to imagine what his naked body looked like. As open-minded as he was, it still seemed a risk too big for me to take to tell him how I felt. Life without his touch was hard enough, but life without him around was unthinkable. I'd tried to suppress my feelings for him. But it was difficult because the mere sight of him would always make me hard. Everything that we did together only fueled my desires. When I tossed him ...
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Dad's Little Room
Posted on: February 17, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
My mother asked me to come over to her house to look at some work she wanted done in her and my father's bedroom. They wanted to change some walls around to make the room bigger. I hadn't been in my fathers bedroom since I was a small boy and it was kinda strange to be working in it now. I am married with 4 kids and my wife and I enjoy normal sexual relations on a fairly regular basis but I usually always want more than she does. I receive offers from porno mailings all the time but have never really answered any of them. Most of the stuff is pretty straight but I got one the other day that showed male to male sex scenes which really took me by surprise. At first I was turned off by the graphic scenes so I just threw it away without looking at it in detail. All I remember seeing was guys with very hard erections and they were big erections, too. Anyway, I went to my parents house the next day and my father and mother were both gone so I went to their bedroom to take some measurements of the walls that had to be changed. I went into their big walk-in closet to see how the wall was constructed so I could get the materials I needed. I had to pull some clothes out of the way and as I did I noticed what looked like a hidden panel ...
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Guitar Lessons
Posted on: February 17, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
What his intentions were when he asked me to teach him how to play guitar? I’m not quite sure I know, or that I’ll ever know, and after that day I’m not sure it mattered. Whether he was straight or not, whether he wanted to or not, whether he himself cared or not. I had liked Eli for about a year after I first saw him in my engineering class, sitting and just in a daze, lost but sure he was where he needed to be. A whole year of silence from him; the guy with the thick brown hair, light hazel eyes, light skin, half built arms and the delicate yet strong, soft hands that I now watched move across the fretboard of my guitar. That same guy sat in my apartment with me; the best piece of decoration in the room.“No, listen to the song. You gotta slow down a bit or your timing will go all retarded.” I told him, helplessly smiling.“Yeah I’m sorry, I’m just a bit of a slow learner.” He replied with a semi-chuckle.“No it’s no problem, I have lots of patience” another helpless smile escaped me, and I turned my head away to avoid making it too obvious that I was more than glad to sit right there, in front of him and just watch him be himself. He noticed it, or maybe he didn’t all I knew is that he looked at me shortly before turning his concentration back on the music and ...
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Attention Wal-Mart Shoppers
Posted on: February 17, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
You have to be creative to have fun in a small town. That means things like hay rides, cow tippin’, skinny dippin’, etc. But most of time, people just get together, hang out at somebody’s house, maybe light a bonfire or throw in a crappy scary movie, and then just drink themselves into oblivion. The summer during my sophomore year of college, I was tossed right back into this quaint little small southern town environment when I headed home from school. I had taken a job as a line cook at the old restaurant I’d worked at since high school, so I was reunited with some of my old cronies and also made friends with a few of the new guys. But mostly, I spent time with the waitresses. Since I was the only gay guy at the restaurant, I just tended to relate a little better to the ladies! One night, my friend Karen invited me to head out with everyone after to work to J.T.’s place. J.T. was the ‘new’ bartender. Really, he’d been there for nearly a year, but he was new to me since I had never met him before I’d returned home. He was a great looking guy. Tall, lean, dark, close-cropped hair and that perfect amount of prickly stubble on his chiseled cheeks and jaw. But he was a player, and a jackass at that. In the couple weeks that I had been back at the restaurant he had already dicked over (quite literally) two ...
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My High School Gym Teacher
Posted on: February 17, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
From the first time I laid eyes on him my senior year of high school I couldn't get my mind of him. Lets say his name was Pete. Pete was about 5'11 with an athletic built body, (not overly built but built to were you could see every muscle in his body was well toned). He had black hair and blue eyes with an amazing off crooked smile. Pete also had hairy legs and arms with a 5 o’clock shadow. I was lucky and got him as my gym teacher for the school year. Pete was 25 years old. Some days I would get so turned on in the middle of gym class looking at his hairy legs, imaging what his cock looked like and if his ass was hairy. It was so bad that I would have to hide my hard on by pulling it up through the waistband of my shorts. Needless to say I jerked off almost every night to thoughts of sucking my gym teacher off and exploring his whole body with my tongue after one of the workouts he did everyday in the school weight room. One day I walked into the locker room to get changed for gym and had just missed him getting out of the shower (from his work out he just had during his prep period). I saw him standing there in his black boxer briefs that fit him so well, with a nice bulge that I couldn’t take my eyes off ...
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A Fond Memory
Posted on: February 17, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
As I lay beside him I looked into his eyes, those chocolate brown eyes that had drawn me to him all those years ago. I touched his hand and I can’t help but notice how his milk chocolate skin still complements my snow white complexion. How far we have come since that day we first met. I still remember it so well like it had just happened. I was on the swim team, and most if not all of the girls had their eyes on me. Although girls were not quite for me, it was still quite flattering. I was captain of the team for three of the four years I was in high school. It was my senior year and my grades had always suffered but my coach was always able to convince the teachers to make slight changes so that I could stay on the team. However now there was talk of me not being able to graduate and with the scholarship offers that I had that was not a possibility. My parents and the teachers decided that I would need to get a tutor. I was not too excited about that idea, until I saw him. I opened the door and he put his hand out to greet me, “Hi my name is James are you Brandon?” he asked. He was a sophomore in college and the sexiest man I ever had laid eyes on, His skin so smooth and dark, he was taller than me and had ...
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The Ranch Hand
Posted on: February 16, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
The smell of a ranch is something I have always loved. The grass and horses, the fresh scent of the creek that inevitably runs through the land are things that have lived inside me since childhood, having grown up in a mountain valley. The crisp aroma of freshly fallen snow and the abundant smells of the flora are memories I had missed for a long time living in a congested city.Having an extended vacation from work, I decided I needed my fix of the country life, so I rented a cabin in the mountains near where I grew up and decided to stay there to rekindle my sense of peace that I consistently had in that environment. The place I stayed was a working ranch and campground. The small wooden dwellings, with rough-hewn wood and stone smokestacks were high on the mountainside. Everyday, the wife of the rancher would have a family style breakfast in the long house for everyone staying at the site. After the hearty meal of pancakes, bacon and eggs, hash browns and biscuits and gravy, we could choose to work the ranch with the cowhands. I needed to get my hands dirty. I normally worked in a white-collar position that left little time even for gardening, let alone working a ranch. The gym was fine for exercise, but it was the fresh air and sweat from an honest day's work that I needed.After the first few days of simply relaxing, I decided it was time to get ...
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Brass
Posted on: February 16, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
Beneath his perfectly pressed oxford shirt and tie, he hid a secret- something that no one at work knew about and he wanted to keep it that way. Eric hated socializing with the people at work. He thought they were all the same, all made from the same mold. He hated even more the fact that he was forced to look like them from 9 to 5. If they knew what he was like when he was not at the office, these prim and proper yuppies would freak. The thought brought a big smile to his face.He looked at his watch; only two minutes had gone by since the last time he checked. He couldn’t wait for this day to be over. He had spent most of it in and out of meetings and he had had his fill of yuppies for today. More than anything he just wanted to leave and go to Brass, relax, and see what kind of fun he could get into.He loved going to Brass- every time was a new experience. Every time he pushed his limits more and more. Last time he had been gang banged by a group of bikers that had been passing through on their way to the beach. Just the thought of that night still made his ass ache. He checked his watch again; only five minutes had passed. He looked at the stack of reports on his desk and thought, fuck it, they would still be there tomorrow and right ...
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