Alarm Bells
Posted on: March 31, 2009%%%%Copyright © 2009 Sticky Pen
I was waiting at work for the alarm guy to turn up to service the system. The company had called and said their guy would be about 45 min. I dismissed the staff and was waiting, bored and horny. 30 minutes in to the wait I decided to logon to Squirt to see if there were any guys out there as horny and needy as me. I hooked up with this rugby fan and was planning our meet when the door bell rang. I had to readjust my self, knock down the image, and answer the guy. It was James, the engineer of my dreams - 5'7” dark hair chopped, sideburns and a goatee. (I do like the feel of facial hair on my dick.) I had wanked off about him several times; he remembered my name and we shook hands. He went to the control panel and started to fix it. I watched as his body moved up and down. As he bent over I remembered the dream I had about him with me fucking his tight arse. Ohh... Instead of my dick getting softer it was showing more. I asked him if he minded me going to the office and he said no. I finished my conversation with ruggerguy and agreed to meet him in Finsbury Park. I was shutting down when James knocked the door and walked in. My dick had tented my trousers. Did he see? He said he needed to change one of the PIRs and ...
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Suburban Dads, Part Three
Posted on: March 29, 2009%%%%Copyright © 2009 Sticky Pen
After two abortive attempts at a fully explorative sex session with my neighbor Dr. Chris, I was damned determined to find a way to find some time to have a full work out with him. My loins were aching for it and my brains ached to find a way to get him alone with me. I could hardly think of anything else. But no matter how calculating a plan that I might make, I could not have expected the events to unfold quite the way that they did.My wife called me mid-morning, before I had worked out any assignation with Chris, to tell me that she was going downstate with Chris’ wife, Marilyn for a couple days, on an emergency mercy mission. Marilyn’s mother had fallen and broken her hip, and Marilyn needed to make the necessary arrangements to ensure her interim care. My wife felt that accompanying Marilyn was the necessary thing to do, had already farmed the kids out to her sister, and was ready to leave. Her last instruction was to “keep Chris company until we get back.” She would never know that she had just given me the biggest hard-on imaginable as a result of this telephone conversation just by giving me that news.I called Chris and left a message on his cell to meet me at my house after work. I left early, got home to light the fireplace, get some nice scotch ready, and waited. I ...
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The Urinals
Posted on: March 29, 2009%%%%Copyright © 2009 Sticky Pen
I made my way inside the filthy gas station bathroom and waited for someone to join me in the next urinal. Unzipping my pants I pulled out my hose and let the yellow piss flow out of me and fill up the dirty urinal. A stocky man in his fifties walked in and stood at the urinal next to mine. I took my time draining my cock, tried not to be too obvious about wanting to see what he was packing. I stared straight at the wall. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him pull out his fat cock. I closed my eyes and waited for the stream to start. I was getting harder by the second. It took a minute but soon he was emptying his bladder into the urinal. I wished it were my mouth he was dumping into. I tried to resist but the curiosity was too much for me. I let my eyes wander over to his side. The stranger stepped back, allowing me a better look at his fat little prick. It was small but very fat, not hard at all, his foreskin covered his head almost completely. Without stopping he turned to face me. “You want some of this?” he asked me. Quickly I shook my head yes and dropped to my knees. I opened my mouth wide stuck out my tongue and waited for him to use me like a urinal. He stepped up ...
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Posted on: March 28, 2009%%%%
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First Time with A Man
Posted on: March 28, 2009%%%%Copyright © 2009 Sticky Pen
For a long time, I had fantasized about being with another guy. Every time I masturbated it would be to pictures of men and I would always imagine being with another man and having his dick in my mouth. It wasn’t until my freshman year in college that my fantasy turned into reality. I met Donnie when I first moved into my dorm room. He lived three doors down from me and we quickly became friends. I had never thought of Donnie as a lover or even as someone interested in me. However, I was always noticing his nice bulge when I would catch him in his boxers or bathrobe. Multiple times I would imagine what it looked like, and what it would feel like to suck on.After the first semester, he moved out of my dorm and into a different one. I would go to his dorm and hang out with him multiple times and we would always have a few drinks and stay up late playing video games. His roommate was rarely around, and in the last month of the semester, Donnie’s roommate had officially moved out – this made my time in his room increase dramatically.One late night, we were playing video games and just hanging out with some beer and tequila. Normally I would just walk back across campus to my room to sleep for the night – but this night was different. I had decided ...
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A Golf Trip
Posted on: March 28, 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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Father's Job Security
Posted on: March 28, 2009%%%%Copyright © 2009 Sticky Pen
I had just graduated high school, was 18 and thought I owned the world. I was going to college next fall, and was looking forward to freedom, being on my own.I was slim, short, with a thick head of blonde hair. I was straight, though one of my long time friends had admitted to me just a week before that he was gay. It was weird thinking of all those times he had slept over. Had he wanted to have sex with me? Kind of got me hot, and kind of got me nervous.My world caved in that evening though. I had been out hanging around and by the time I got home, my dad was home. He was early, which was strange, and both he and my mom were in the living room with a drink in their hands, again that was odd. They beckoned me in, and told me the news.No college for me, my dad was going to lose his job next week. I was devastated, then pissed off. Damn, this did have to happen to me!And when I woke up the next morning, I was still pissed off. I don't know what made me do it, but I decided I was going to give my dad's boss a piece of my mind. And so I took a bus downtown, and in forty minutes was waiting in the big, well-furnished waiting room outside my dad's bosses ...
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Work in Progress
Posted on: March 27, 2009%%%%Copyright © 2009 Sticky Pen
Love sucks. I couldn’t help but think this as I lay curled up in bed with empty chocolate wrappers around my bed and sheets that were probably 3, maybe 4 weeks old. I stopped counting the days. My apartment seemed unfamiliar and so much bigger, like a piece of furniture had just been moved or taken out. If you already haven’t figured it out, I was dumped. Dean, my boyfriend of two years, the love of my love dumped me. I hate that word. “Dumped.” It even sounds ugly. I probably should have been concerned when he didn’t come home when he normally would and we stopped going out to eat and I started to eat alone. But the real kicker, the sign I should have seen immediately was when we stopped having sex. Now I’m not the type of person to have sex ‘round the clock but when I need it, I really need it. After about two months of this “drought,” he says that he doesn’t have the same feelings for me anymore and that it’s not me, it’s him, all that cliché bullshit. To be truthful, I should have seen this but I was in love and in denial and those two work very well together. So that was it.My friends, as supportive and loyal and caring as they were couldn’t understand what I was going through. Their longest relationships have been with their beer bottles and with girls they make out with for 3 hours in ...
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Against the Bookcase
Posted on: March 27, 2009%%%%Copyright © 2009 Sticky Pen
Please note that the following is a work of fiction; all characters, locations and events depicted exist only in the writer's mind and on the page. (Also note that I am English, and ergo some language may be a little strange to users from USA/Australia etc...)This is my first piece of Gay Erotic fiction, written for my own pleasure, but hopefully you will enjoy it too! Please give me constructive feedback so that I can improve.Enjoy it lads! xI watched him bend over, pinstriped trousers stretching to accommodate the sizeable, rounded arse that I knew was hidden inside. I was sat on the second row from the front and had a perfect view of Mr. Carlaisle. You might think it strange that a young guy (just turned 18 at the time) would find the man attractive: late 20's (possibly early 30's), an English Teacher; not particularly well toned (in fact a few ounces overweight), wavy red-brown hair that fell around his neck, giving him the look of a baroque composer one might see in an etching. His lips were very full and his eyes chesnut, which sparkled as he talked about a poem or one of his favourite novels. He wore thick-framed designer glasses and a ring in the top of one ear (a lingering sign of his youth). He always wore a suit, usually pinstriped, and I found this insatiably attractive: seeing the thin white stripes forming contour lines over his plump but pert bum. I have always had an ...
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Bachelor Party
Posted on: March 27, 2009%%%%Copyright © 2009 Sticky Pen
I’ve known John for over 10 years and still remember the first day he started working at our company in the mailroom as he attended college in the evenings. From there John continued to work at the company and turned into one of our best salesmen. During this time I mentored John and was so pleased with his performance, winning award after award. So it came no surprise to me that when he was getting married I was invited to his wedding. What surprised me was getting an invitation to his bachelor party. At first I thought, no way, was I going but then after talking to John he assured me that it wasn’t going to be your typical racy bachelor party. He didn’t want that at all but just a good dinner at a fine restaurant with some friends and family and that’s exactly what it was. There were about 25 guys there that night and I was seated with a few of John’s friends. They were all younger than me but we hit it off and had a great time. The evening had gone by so fast that I didn’t really have much time to talk to John or his father. After dessert I had gone into the men’s room and as I was washing my hands one of his friends that was sitting at the same table as me, his name was Chris, said that he was having a few of John’s friends over to his house after ...
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A Fish Story
Posted on: March 26, 2009%%%%Copyright © 2009 Sticky Pen
Ok it's been about two years since I was with my friend Willy and I kinda forgot the hole thing until I went to my local aquarium store. I was looking for a certain species of fish when I noticed this guy checking me out. I thought to myself. "Dude do you think that guy's gay?" I stood there thinking about what it would be like sucking this guy’s cock, when suddenly I was awakened from my gay dream. This guy asked me if I could help him with his tank. I first thought he was going to show me a picture of it, but actually he asked me to go to his house and look at it. I said. "Sure why not."He said his name was Daniel, and he lived right around the corner. So I followed Daniel to his house wondering what the hell I was doing. When we got to his house I went straight to the aquarium to see what his problem might be. I knelt down on my knees to get a closer look when Daniel stood behind me, put his hand on my shoulder and leaned over to point at something in the tank. As we talked I noticed Daniel started rubbing my neck with his thumb. That’s when I knew. I turned around on my knees and asked in a jokingly way, "Do you have any trouser trout?” He smiled and pushed his crotch in my face. I looked in his hazel eyes ...
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Another First For Me
Posted on: March 26, 2009%%%%Copyright © 2009 Sticky Pen
Well, here it is. A nice lazy Sunday morning and I'm sitting here at my computer. However, this is a bit different from previous times since I'm sitting on a heavy cushion with an ice pack firmly between the cheeks of my ass. And, this is what happened.Some of you may have read the story of my first time. Since that first time, my lover, Rick, and I have had a weekly session; sessions that I have enjoyed tremendously. I thought that last night would be no different but that was not to be the case.I arrived at his house at my normal time and as is our habit, we sat down in his living room to share a bottle of wine. After my second or third glass, I was definitely getting "into the mood" when Rick's doorbell rang. I was a bit annoyed at this since I was getting eager to go to the bedroom with Rick but I realized that there was little I could do. Rick answered the door and a guy about ten years younger than Rick stepped in and shook hands with him. Again, I felt a bit annoyed at the interruption and hoped to myself that the visitor would not be there long. Little did I suspect that this was an invited visitor and little did I realize what was about to happen.Rick introduced me to his friend, Steve, and we shook hands and sat back on couch. Rick promptly disappeared and came back with ...
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Life and Love
Posted on: March 26, 2009%%%%Copyright © 2009 Sticky Pen
I sat in math class, with Nick sitting one seat up and to the left. Both he and I were daydreaming as the teacher went about her lesson. He was most likely dreaming of snowboarding or baseball, and I was dreaming of him. He is about 6’3” with dirty blond hair, thin build and just so damn cute! I don’t know how long I have felt this way about him. We started out as acquaintances as freshmen and every once and a while we would talk to each other in passing. We were also both members of the school band, reluctantly. When we were allowed to sit anywhere, he would always come over by me. The best times for me were when we would watch a movie in class. He would come over by me and we would just watch my iPod. I would always move the seat next to me closer on those days. I would sit there, as we both watched a movie, trying to get as close to him as possible without alerting him or others. I don’t know if he’s gay. He has made little effort in discussing girls. We normally talk about stupid stuff, as most eighteen year olds do. It seems like whenever we would meet in the hallway, he would just playfully ram into me, and I him. We would laugh then go our separate ways. And I noticed when we were watching one of our favorite movies; he made a point to look ...
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Suburban Dads, Part Two
Posted on: March 20, 2009%%%%Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
I spent the entire day thinking about the sexual episode I had had with Chris the night before. I had slept little. I could do nothing other than to think about it.There was no clear pattern to my thoughts, not as to exactly what I was thinking. It all merged into that stream of flowing thought that included the keen awareness that this was likely something that we simply should not have done! It was an action that certainly troubled Chris that was obvious, traumatically. And it was something that I had told myself would never happen, certainly never on my home turf. Now this had happened in my own back yard, so to speak. I wondered if this really was a first time, a virgin event for Chris. He kept repeating himself that he had never done anything like it before, and his guilt and remorse certainly felt very sincere. There was no phoniness to his words and actions; he was traumatized by his own actions. I relived the prior evening, a thousand times in my mind. Had it really happened? Was it real?Yea, it was. I had received probably the biggest surprise of my life, a fucking fantastic blowjob from my buddy, my neighbor, Dr. Chris. It was totally unexpected and an encounter that maybe was just an accident of fate, or an incident of somebody’s testosterone running a little too high. Just the ...
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Brazilian Soccer Team Balling
Posted on: March 11, 2009%%%%Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
Pete and I had just finished playing a couple of sets of tennis at the club and had sat down at a big table, courtside, for a beer before showering and leaving. Suddenly, five Latin hunks - all bulging muscles and steamy looks - descended on the court. We'd been told that members of a visiting Brazilian soccer team had signed up for the court after us, and I reasoned that these must be that lot. I could clearly see that they were all beautiful, with tanned bodies and broad pearly white teeth, as two of the hunks took to the court while the other three, after asking politely for permission in charming broken English, took the empty seats at the table Pete and I were sitting at. The three at the table introduced themselves as Filipe, Thieago, and Rafael. They told us the two on the court were the team offensive stars, Gustavo and Raimondo.I quickly assessed all five and found all five to my liking - no, to my loving. I could already feel my cock stir. Gustavo was the only blond among the lot, and I wondered if he had some German blood in him. Whatever the case, he was just as heavily muscled and hunky as the rest of the lot.Pete got a little peeved when he said he thought it was time for the two of us to hit the showers and I said I wanted to stay around and watch the Brazilians hit the ball ...
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