The Painter
Posted on: April 05, 2009%%%%Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
The painter was coming over around 4pm to give me an estimate on doing some painting in my house. I woke up extremely horny and new I needed to suck some cock and if I hit the jackpot get fucked. I had some work to do but right after lunch I headed to the local ABS. I got there a little after 1pm and went right to work. The lunch crowd was thinning out but I still managed to suck a few cocks. After that it was pretty dead, a few guys here and there but nothing that interested me. That was until this guy walked in. He was mid 30’s, jeans, T-shirt, short brown hair and blue eyes. He walked past the booth I was in gave me a stare but kept going. He went into a booth and I heard him lock the door. I waited for a while but it seemed hopeless, then he opened the door to the booth and walked out. Again he passed the booth I was in and gave me a stare. I thought for sure he was looking but he entered another booth and once again locked the door. Now it was getting late and I knew I had to be home for the painter. So I tried the door to his booth once again but it was locked. All the way home I could feel my own cock twitching in my jeans. I was still horny and even though I had ...
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On His Own, Part 15
Posted on: April 04, 2009%%%%Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
They finished showering. Zeb was drying off as Randy started to pull on his jeans. “Stay naked, man…” “Why?” “Tradition…the ‘after match grope’!” “What the hell is that?” “When we go back out, we’re both gonna get felt up like you wouldn’t believe…the guys saw us cum – which got them hornier than they already were…now some are gonna wanna cop a little feel too…sort of a ‘congratulations’ or ‘consolation’ slap on the ass or ’nad squeeze, depending on who won or lost…that a problem?” “Guess not…except that after blowin’ my load with you, I’ll probably be soft for at least a couple hours.” “No problem…most guys like to fondle a soft package now and then anyway…I sure know I do!” Zeb reached out, cupped and rolled Randy’s relaxed goods. “Sweet handful, man…you feel great hard or soft, and I guarantee you’re gonna have more than a few guys slap your ass and maybe try to slip a finger into your crack…!” “Damn, man…the only finger I want in my ass is yours – at least for now!” “Chill, dude…they’ll finger your crack, not your hole – well, maybe some’ll try to do a little ‘pokin’ the pucker,’ but no one’s gonna get a finger in unless you let ’em! Besides, there’s an unwritten rule here – if any guy messes with you that you don’t want messin’ with ...
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Untitled Masterpiece #6: Pacts (Part Two)
Posted on: April 03, 2009%%%%Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
UNTITLED MASTERPIECE Part One: bodies PACTS (Part Two) Ian dressed and put away the dishes that Tippy had cleaned and Reece had put on the kitchen counter. After everything was where he wanted it to be, he hopped in his car and drove to the convenience store at the end of the street and bought a carton of cigarettes. Damn but they were expensive. He thought he should give it up. On the drive home, he wondered where the liquor store was that was close enough to make Crystal panic and run back across the street in mid sex. As he rounded the street into the cul-de-sac, his headlights flashed on two figures; one was Jesse and the other was Tommy sitting on the porch of Tommy’s house. He wondered if they would do a repeat of what they did by his pool. He got a little hard thinking about it as he waved and pulled into his driveway. He had barely entered the house, just enough time to flip on the lights, when his doorbell rang. He thought it might be Jesse, looking for an excuse to come by. He admitted he was a little horny, but he didn’t want to deal with a barely 20 year old trying to get in his pants. He looked out the peephole before he opened the door. He was surprised to say the least. As he opened his front door he expressed ...
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And Then What Happens...
Posted on: April 02, 2009%%%%Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
Noah opened his lips allowing Zach to push his tongue between them and dance with his own. Zach could feel Noah’s hot tears trickling down between their cheeks as he brought his hands up to cup each side of Noah’s head, holding him as if he were the last precious drink of water in an arid wasteland. Noah snaked his arms around Zach’s torso, feeling every curve of his body and pulling him in tighter. They stayed like this for what seemed like an eternity, neither wanting to give up what they had desired for so long.Finally breaking apart to breathe Zach stepped back from Noah. “I love you.” He smiled into Noah’s face.“Yeah I know. I was just testing you,” said Noah, his blush giving him away.“Oh really,” said Zach looking amused“Can I ask you a question? It’s about something you said in the locker room today.”“What?” asked Noah looking at Zach questioningly as he dropped down on to the couch pulling Zach down with him?“Do you dream about me?” Zach said looking inquisitively at Noah.Noah blushed instantly, his cheeks turning bright red. “Maybe.” He said.“What kind of dreams?” asked Zach a devilish smile playing across his lips.“Just dreams,” squeaked Noah aware of Zach’s hand sliding up his thigh.“Do you wake up from these dreams with wet sheets?” asked Zach turning on to his side.“Sometimes.” Noah breathed.“Only sometimes?” “Sometimes I wake up before…you know. And I have to… you know.” Noah said, unsure at where his sudden nervous demeanor had ...
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An Aussie Affair
Posted on: April 01, 2009%%%%Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
An Aussie Affair...one to Remember!I had always wanted to go to Australia, with images of the Aussie lifeguards dancing in my fantasies. When I was lucky enough to get an actual work assignment to go to Melbourne, I was elated.My reason for going to Melbourne was to work with a major information technology firm on a huge technology transfer from the US of A. I was the senior manager on the project, and accordingly, had a lot of motivation to keep my nose clean and to avoid any issues with any of my project team. Reputation of the company, the US, all those things. We were a long way from home, with various personalities that I had to contend with, and engineers and technical software guys are sometimes odd to manage anyway, so I was having to exercise the best of judgment at all times. I did not want anyone to catch me with my pants down, so to speak. But the rise of testosterone does make the blood boil with the temptation to misbehave, and after a week or so of the technical grind, I was looking for some other way to grind. Frankly, I was getting a bit frustrated, knowing I had to behave and appear to be pure, yet wanting very much to have some male sex. I had never been to bed with an Australian.We were staying in one of the Hyatt hotels, quite a grand one. I ...
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Sexy Sears Boy Ch.2 of 4
Posted on: March 31, 2009%%%%Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
This morning I left my room a complete disaster. My infatuation had become more of an obsession. My dreams became more than just waking up to an erection, but being woken up by myself about to cum all over the place. It had been a few weeks since I was able to return to Sears due to my work schedule of that week. My time at work had been horrid as I was starting to masturbate under my desk. My brain not able to pay attention to the work ahead of me, I quickly got through the daily audits so I could take my lunch. Calling Emil was the only solution to my problem of over excitement. Emil quickly adjusted to the way I had sex with him. He met me inside the bathroom at a near cafĂ© where he waited with his pants down in the handicap stall. I began unbuttoning my pants and instantly he had knelt down to begin sucking my cock. I would occasionally push it in him deeper to hear him gag, for some reason that was a turn on. Tired of waiting for it to start to feel good I pulled him upward by his hair, spun him around, and bent him over. “I want you to completely drop your pants and boxers. I want to try something.”I had a position in mind and I could already feel him trembling as he moved out ...
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Fucking Your Husband
Posted on: March 30, 2009%%%%Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
I first met your husband at a Starbucks close to our offices. As luck would have it, we seemed to keep bumping into each other and things just went from there. We both made it part of our routine to go to work first and then back out for coffee once the crowds had died down. After time it became a ritual to take 10 minutes and just chat outside while sipping our drinks. Occasionally he'd light up a cigarette to go with his coffee, a habit you nagged him on forever. I guess he just felt more like himself around me. I didn't smoke, but it gave us a chance to break away from the other Starbuck addicts and talk about anything and everything.We soon found ourselves meeting for lunch just to break up the boredom of the day. Both of our offices were too quiet and anti-social for our tastes so we found a chance to socialize with each other. From the first lunch we knew we had chemistry but the entire situation was awkward and we just let time take its course. Actually it was your selfishness and low sex drive that drove us together.The first time your husband and I fooled around was during the first nice day of spring. We grabbed lunch and drove to a near by park to enjoy the sun. Your husband is an attractive and sexy older man with needs whom I was only too ...
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First Bareback in 20 Years
Posted on: March 29, 2009%%%%Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
First Bareback in 20 Years I've been married for quite a few years and have only had absolutely safe sex during my few MM meetings. I met a buddy about a year ago in the same situation. I've come to trust him and enjoy our get togethers although with both of us married it's not that often. After discussing safe sex one day we decided to both get tested to make sure neither of us had anything we didn't know about and take our meetings a step further. After getting a couple of all clears we met for our first no condom sex. I'm the bottom and while I hadn't been willing to take a chance on unsafe sex, I've always gotten excited over the idea of a guy doing me bareback. I think it felt like a first time for both of us. We met at my house, got naked and traded off sucking each other. He fingered my ass like he usually does to get me ready and when I couldn't wait any longer I rolled over and got on all fours. I was as nervous/excited as I had been in a long time. He opened the bottle of lube and spread some around and in my hole. I looked between my legs and saw him stroking his cock, lubing it up as well. Then he put the head at my opening and I took a deep breath and ...
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The Hitchhiker, Part 2
Posted on: March 28, 2009%%%%Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
I woke up the next morning to find that we had been spooning throughout the night. My cock was nestled between his butt cheeks and it immediately hardened when my eyes opened.My passenger woke up upon feeling my hard cock on his ass and turned around to face me. He grabbed the back of my head and we engaged in a passionate kiss. He removed his mouth from mine and started to tongue my armpits, moving slowly over to my nipples and eventually down to my belly button. He followed my treasure trail down to my cock and licked up and down the shaft before finally putting it in his mouth. I rolled around so I was on my back and sat up, leaning against the toolbox. He sucked harder and harder until I finally put my hands behind his head and started to face fuck him. He gagged slightly but showed no signs of resistance. I thrusted more and more until he was taking all of my nine inches into the back of his throat. I pulled my dick out of his mouth and sat up. I flipped him onto his back and started to go down on him. This was the first time I had seen his package in daylight, and it was gorgeous. his cock was a cut 8 or 9 inches with substantial girth, surrounded by two big low-hangers.I flecked my tongue around his ...
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Untitled Masterpiece #6: Pacts (Part One)
Posted on: March 27, 2009%%%%Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
UNTITLED MASTERPIECEPart One: BODIESPACTS (Part One)Ian awoke that morning to the sound of someone else breathing. Neither had moved, or at least very little. Kellen’s sleeping face was mere inches from Ian’s and his forehead was touching his. Ian could feel the soft blonde curls of Kellen’s hair fall against his own skin. He dared not move. He just allowed himself to take in what was so peaceful, breathing in restful sleep, beside him.his eyes could see the long lashes, and the eyeballs darting dreamily behind closed lids. The perfect nose in the center of a face dusted with morning shadow, above a little cleft in the chin and the point of a square jaw. He looked at the masculine lips that he remembered kissing tenderly hours before, and the long, lean neck he had nuzzled.And there were the square shoulders, the muscled chest covered to perfection in blonde hair; he had never seen blonde chest hair before. his eyes moved lower, to the six-pack abs, spotted with dry white flakes, and the little trail of dark blonde hair, leading to a nest of the same color. In his own hand, resting across his wrapped fingers lay a penis, pink and flaccid, larger around than his thumb, its head nestled against his thumb.his other hand rested on Kellen’s thigh, which lay across him, relaxed but tight and muscular. He looked for an inch of body fat anywhere on the man’s body, ...
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Fucking with Mark
Posted on: March 26, 2009%%%%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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And Then What Happens...- Prelude
Posted on: March 26, 2009%%%%Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
Zach walked to the doorway of the drawing room as he heard the familiar static sound of Noah’s eye phones enter the building. Leaning against the doorframe he smiled at the sight of Noah dancing unabashedly up the hallway to a song only he could hear the words to. Zach loved that Noah could do something that anybody else would find completely embarrassing without even blinking an eye if someone looked at him strange or made a comment. If only thought Zach as he stared in desire at Noah, he had had the biggest crush on him since Noah had started out as a junior designer. Zach was a few years older than Noah and had been working at the graphic design company Caliente for about 5 years when Noah started about 3 years earlier. his only problem was he didn’t have the guts to ask Noah if he was gay, he sometimes suspected it but then something would happen to crush his hope of his eccentric colleague being anything other than straight. Plus he had worked too hard to keep his family from knowing that their beloved son batted for the other team and he wasn’t about to come out of the closet to them without a big reason. It wasn’t that he was ashamed of whom he was or that his family wouldn’t accept him. It’s that if Zach were to come out to them and continually come home without a constant relationship, his family would pin it down ...
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A Golf Trip
Posted on: March 26, 2009%%%%Copyright © 2009 Sticky Pen
It was my yearly golf trip. My regular foursome always went to Myrtle Beach at the end of May, when the prices were cheap and the courses not so crowded. We would spend five days, and golf our brains out, drink our livers out, and eat our guts out. It was a great time.I was 54, married, kids and had a great job. I made lots of money, and worked my ass off. My sex life had gone to hell, and all I really had was fantasy and my sturdy, strong right hand.The first day was great; I shot 74 and was really hitting the ball solidly. My putting was working, a soft, smooth stroke and I was driving the ball like a God. Who knows why, but I knew I was going to take advantage of my newfound swing for as long as I could.At the end of the first round, we went into the pro shop, and I saw him. He couldn't have been over 18, though he had to be 18 if he was working in the pro shop and handling money. He was short, very slim, with a full head of tousled blonde hair. My sexual past included some men, friends when I was young, and one or two in my early thirties. But none since then. I knew I liked cock, and loved being penetrated, but marriage, kids, a good job had knocked that out ...
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It's Only Sex
Posted on: March 25, 2009%%%%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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At The Rose Hotel
Posted on: March 25, 2009%%%%Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
The Rose Hotel – Chapter 1Sitting in the library reading the ‘Situations Vacant’ pages Jason was a bit worried. He had successfully completed his university entrance exams but needed some summer vacation work to help pay for the year ahead. At 19 he was capable and willing to try anything. The problem was that the temporary jobs were all offering minimum wages that was not enough to build up a surplus to cover the next twelve months. All of a sudden his eyes focused on a job that sounded more interesting:“The Rose Hotel requires a young man to join the team servicing our exclusive clientele. Must be flexible and accommodating to clients’ needs. Working hours will be long but satisfying. No prior experience required, this will be provided on-the-job. Excellent salary, clothing provided and large tips can be anticipated. Apply to The Manager etc…etc…”Jason quickly wrote down the number and hurried to telephone the hotel. A man answered and they had a brief conversation about his age and his reasons for wanting the position.“We’d better see you down here Jason” the manager said. “Pack something light and catch a train to Worthington-on-Sea. Let us know the time and a car will meet you”.Jason hurried to comply and the next afternoon was alighting on the platform at the discreet seaside town. A uniformed chauffeur approached him and took his bags to a waiting Rolls. “We normally have this car for the guests” he said, “They are the type of people who like ...
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Untitled Masterpiece #8: MOVES (Part One)
Posted on: March 24, 2009%%%%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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Me and my Stepdad
Posted on: March 24, 2009%%%%Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
Hi my name is Ron and I was 18 years old when my mom got married to a 35-year-old man named Steven. He is about 6 feet 4 inches and weighs about 200 pounds. He had a very muscular body. He has brown hair, and piercing blue eyes. I am about 5 feet 6 inches and weigh about 120 pounds. I have a slim, but lean body. My eyes are green and I have very dark brown hair. Steven was a really cool guy. He was more like a friend than a stepfather. We would play video games and play football together.My mom is out of town on business a lot, and him and me were all alone all the time. Once it was a rainy day and my mom was going to be gone for a week. It was 7:00 in the evening and Steven and me were watching TV together on the couch. We had been watching TV for hours when Steven out of the blue asked me if I watched porn. I said sure all the time since him and me were pretty close. He then went on about how much he was so lonely since my mom was away so often. He then asked me if I minded if he put in a porn video. I agreed because I was curious to watch one. He put the video in and it was a man with huge 11-inch cock fucking a blonde woman with gigantic breast. I became ...
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Water Polo Balls
Posted on: March 23, 2009%%%%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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Paddled for Speeding
Posted on: March 23, 2009%%%%Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
I was late for work at the ranch this morning and so I was going 80 miles an hour in a school zone where the speed limit was 30 m.p.h. I was just about to turn off the main highway onto the secondary road when I heard a siren that grew stronger with each passing second.Within 10 seconds the sheriff's car overtook me and I knew it was wiser to stop than to keep on going. This was one mean law officer and one who didn't like young guys wearing jeans so tight you could see the piss slit out of which cum would arc through the air at 40-m.p.h.Within seconds I dismounted and as quickly as possible (hoping the sheriff did not see) I stuffed my cock and balls back into their Wranglers cage. You see I won a bull-riding contest just last Friday at the Arena and therefore received the bull-rider's belt buckle.This buckle was so large a cowboy could not wear it and sit down. The sharp edge of the buckle would cut into his cock and balls and that's both painful and dangerous in what it might do to the wearer's genitals.Fortunately the sheriff did not see my stuffing and zipping up the fly of my super skintight Wranglers. But within a matter of seconds he commanded me to spread my cowboy-footed feet as far apart as I could without splitting my crotch in two and also to put my hands on my head.I did as he ...
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Public Toilet Encounter
Posted on: March 22, 2009%%%%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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The Empty House: Part 1
Posted on: March 22, 2009%%%%Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
The following is a true story. If you like it let me know by voting for it, and there might be a more parts to follow! The Empty House – Pt. 1I have always liked men. I cannot now deny that. In my youth I placed these feelings in the back of my mind and tried to ignore them – but seeing those masculine torsos with their sweaty trail of short hair leading to the edge of baggy gym shorts has always gotten me hard. It gets me hard now. My first was a man. I say man, but he was only eighteen. It happened the summer my parents had an automobile accident and were in the hospital for nearly a year. For the first time in my life I was at home by myself. The loneliness became unbearable. I never knew how quiet a house could be until I was in one by myself. At all times the walls seemed to be closing in and the lack of noise was deafening. I hated it and I needed to be around people. I think I have skipped ahead a bit. My name is Kevin…if you care to know. I am 6’4” and I have a stocky build. There is a bit of brown hair on my face and chest to match that on my head, and my organ is probably about six inches long. To be honest I’ve never ...
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On His Own, Part 20
Posted on: March 21, 2009%%%%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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Dave's Touch
Posted on: March 21, 2009%%%%Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
Dave’s Touch ? Alex Carr 2008
I first saw Dave when I was bathing on the beach in Devon. He approached me and asked if I’d like to share a bite with him, He had just bought some sandwiches from a local beach vendor, said they were too much for him and would I like to join him. It is funny how one thing can lead to another. I could see he was giving me the eye and felt he was weighing me up for something more than just sharing sandwich. I remembered should I be bothered or what - should I just tell him thanks, mate and be off before anything else developed. Yet he had the kind of stance about him that I must admit attracted me, he was very nice and told me outright he would love to get to know me more - that he was on holiday from Birmingham and would I like to share an evening with him , that he had a very comfortable chalet in a local holiday park and maybe we could share a drink and watch some football or something.
He seemed nice enough. The more we talked the more I realised what I was all about, that it was true, as I had imagined during my school days when Tommy Smith touched me up, that I was prone to feel things about my own sex. He had a well defined bread basket (picked that one up from my ...
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"Untitled Masterpiece #8: MOVES (Part Two)
Posted on: March 20, 2009%%%%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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Afternoon at the ABS
Posted on: March 20, 2009%%%%Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
I was so horny for cock yesterday that I decided to try the ABS. I’ve been going to this same bookstore for years and lately it’s really been hit or miss but that was not the case yesterday. I got there around 3pm and when I entered the video area it looked pretty empty and it was. “Shit,” I thought “another afternoon without any cocks to suck.” A few minutes later I heard footsteps and saw this guy walking into the video area. At first I was turned off, he was short not really so good looking and from his clothes I could tell he was a house painter or just didn’t have any nice clothes. He made eye contact with me but I turned away, then he went into a booth. I heard the machine take his money and waited a few minutes and then thought, “What the fuck” let me see what he has. So I walked over to his booth and went in. He was there stroking a very fine piece of meat. It wasn’t too big but nice and thick and had a huge head. I reached over and started stroking him and he liked it. I then ran my hand over his chest and could feel his nipples hardening under his sweatshirt. He was really getting turned on. I then took out my bottle of poppers and after taking a nice long hit I dropped to my knees and swallowed his cock.This guy was in ecstasy ...
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