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Posted on: April 23, 2008A Morning on the Beach
Posted on: April 19, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
The year that I turned 18 was a busy one for me. I had just taken my A level exams at college, and was waiting to see if the results would allow me to go to the university of my choice. I had a long hot summer to wait, and spent the summer living in a holiday chalet that my parents owned on the Norfolk coast. I spent every sunny day on the beach, and in the evenings worked as a barman in a large holiday village nearby.I had a lot of sex that summer, working in a holiday village meant a constant supply of women who considered sex an essential part of the holiday experience, my partners ranged from girls of my own age to well preserved married women in their 40s. However, I sensed that something was not quite right, I made love to the ladies because it was the thing to do and sometimes my conquests were very insistent, not because I felt that I wanted to do it for it's own sake. I was also aware that I was attracted to men, not all men you understand, but some guys really got my pulses racing. I knew that I wanted to explore them sexually but only had the most basic knowledge about what form that exploration would take.One fateful day I walked down to the beach to find a chilly breeze blowing in from the sea. I therefore walked to the end of the long sweeping bay, ...
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Posted on: April 02, 2008British Brothers Buggered on the Bolivian Border
Posted on: March 15, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
My brother Peter was a year older than me. He had taken a gap year before starting at university, and had been working on an urban support project in Chile. I intended to go straight to uni from school, so we would both start together. That summer I flew out to Santiago as we had made plans to tour Chile, Peru and Bolivia. We kept well off the tourist route, traveling by local trains and busses, staying at cheap hotels and hostels. After going north along the coast we crossed into Peru, eventually arriving at Lima. We left the Peruvian capital and turned east, traveling on ramshackle trains and buses towards the Bolivian border. We intended to cross into Bolivia at a small border crossing that closed at night, and planned to arrive there about an hour before the checkpoint closed. However, our bus decided to overheat and we had to wait while the driver carried out repairs to the cooling hose and refilled the system with water. This put us nearly two hours behind schedule, and upon arriving at the border point we found it closed for the night. Pete was confidant that if we just ducked under the barrier we could enter Bolivia without any trouble. The buildings on both sides of the border looked deserted, so I agreed to take a chance. What we didn't notice was that on the Bolivian side of the border there were two sentry boxes, and each one was occupied by an armed ...
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Blowing the Big Boys in the Bluebell Woods
Posted on: March 15, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
My father got a job in another town, which caused us to move to our new home in early summer. This was a bit of a problem for me because I started my new school just as it was about to close for the holidays. This did not give me a chance to make new friends and I faced the prospect of spending the hot summer days on my own. Two days into the holiday period I was bored stiff, so I volunteered to mow the front law. Stripped down to a little pair of white shorts and my trainers, I let the lawn mower loose on the unruly grass.Hearing voices, I looked up and saw Jimmy Pearce and Billy White, both members of the school rugby team. Although I had seen them play I didn't really know them as they were in the year ahead of me. Jim asked me if I was enjoying myself and when I shook my head he made a suggestion. "Bill and I are going to the bluebell woods tomorrow, if you would like to come with us. We’ll take some sandwiches and drink cans, kick a ball about, and have a good time.” I could not say yes quickly enough, the thought of spending the day with these two guys was much better than being bored on my own. Next morning we set off, walking along the road, then the lane, until finally reaching ...
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First Thing's First
Posted on: March 14, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
I could feel his gaze on me. Casually, I looked out of the corner of my eye. He seemed to be attractive enough, tall and muscular, just the way I liked them. I handed the cashier the money for my coffee and sat at a nearby table. I pulled out my ragged paperback and opened it to the bookmarked page.“Mind if I sit down?”Before I could reply he pulled out the chair and sat directly in front of me. He looked at the cover of my book.“Are you a big mystery fan?” he asked.“You could say that,” I casually replied.Actually, I hadn’t read a word of the book. I just carried it around as a prop whenever I went cruising. I smiled, put the bookmark back in its place and laid the book down giving him my full attention.His eyes were a deep blue. His hair was the color of sunflowers, my favorite; I smiled at him and lowered my eyes. This night I wanted to be coy. I was willing to play the part of his twink conquest.“Are you from here?” he asked.I looked into his eyes and replied, “Would you like to go back to my place? I live just around the corner.”From his expression I could tell he was taken aback by my frankness, but I didn’t feel like playing games. We both knew what this was about; neither of us was new at it. He shook his head yes. I watched as he stood up. I could ...
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Could You Please Pass the Mashed Potatoes?
Posted on: March 14, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
I’ve been happily married for nearly fifteen years. My wife and I eloped to Las Vegas to exchange our wedding vows in front of an Elvis impersonator, who also happened to be our priest. We had just come from a Wayne Newton concert, so we were in very high spirits as “The King” asked us if we wanted to be together forever and handed us our twenty-five dollars worth of free poker chips. We’ve really had the perfect life together—two kids (one boy and one girl), nice house in the suburbs, behemoth cars, good jobs in the city. I could really ask for nothing better, except that I lost sexual attraction for her, well, since before we were married. One could say that I felt pressured to settle down with her to achieve everything that I wished for, and everything that we have actually attained. We would go through the motions like any normal straight couple, but the sex was never satisfying for me, especially in the past two years or so when I started faking orgasms. My assumption was that my wife faked them too, so why couldn’t I? Frankly, it surprised me when she first told me she was pregnant with our son. It must have been from one of those few times that thinking about Mel Gibson strapped to the bed actually helped me get off. We actually planned my daughter, so I just had to focus and ...
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Motel California
Posted on: March 13, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
The Pacific sun felt great shining down on my naked torso. I had the whole beach set-up going for me—sunglasses, towel on the sand, surfboard, sunscreen, and, most importantly, plenty of hot boys to look at. I don’t really get out to the beach much since I live in the city, but these escapes every month or so invigorate my body. Sometimes I get to hook up with a guy, too, and I feel even better. I have a huge weakness for beach dudes, especially the blonde ones. They always have a nice tan to complement their pretty eyes. Every time I go to the beach, I rent a room out at the Motel California just in case I get to take one of them back with me. I’m constantly on the prowl for some new beach twink to take to bed, and they’re usually more than willing. There’s nothing in the world I like more than a young, smooth, carefree, and blonde twink with a big dick. My last trip to the beach was a disappointment because I ended up not bringing anyone back to the Motel California, which was a pretty rare thing. I had to sit on the balcony hidden behind some plants and jerk my own meat while staring down at some luscious young dudes—straight, unfortunately—playing a game of volleyball. There was more than just one ball bouncing around out there on the beach, and my ...
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Bending the Straight Student Barman
Posted on: March 12, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
I had not been at university more than three months when I started to get into trouble. Not trouble with my studies, which were going well. Not trouble with relationships; I had made friends of both sexes. No, my trouble was financial; I just couldn't survive on my student grant. In the summer before going to Uni I had worked in a bar, and was hoping to get evening bar work to help my finances. Unfortunately, bar work was at a premium and there were no openings anywhere. In desperation, I answered an advert for a barman in a gay bar in the city. I didn't expect to get a reply but the owner phoned me up and offered me the job, despite the fact that I wasn't gay. "I don't know if you can hack it," he said. "All our barmen earn good money, which they can double in tips. You have to work naked apart from a little black leather thong and matching sandals. I have to warn you that some of the guys will make personal comments, some will proposition you, and some will take every chance to grope your young body. If you let a guy stroke your ass, then he could well slip a banknote into your thong, it all depends on how much you need the money. Being straight won't protect you from wandering hands; in fact it is likely to inflame the guys even more. So if you are willing to give it a ...
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Exposed
Posted on: March 11, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
This sucks. Why the hell did I come here? I thought about this over and over again. The whole trip was going to be a disaster. Why Las Vegas? Why not…Milwaukee? Or Albany? Somewhere mild. I don’t have the guts for a place like this – strippers, casinos, celebrities, flashy lights…What I wouldn’t give now to be back in my room finishing East of Eden, having a mixed drink maybe. My friend Jack had been talking about this trip for months, so I couldn’t let him down by not going. Still, I didn’t think I would be too upset when we left. But…it was 6:00pm and we were unpacking in our hotel room. A suite in the MGM Grand. It was a large room, with white furniture and two separate bedrooms both with wide views of the Strip. Jack just threw his suitcase on his bed and changed into his evening wear (a black jacket, black shirt, gold tie, and sunglasses – because that’s what high-rollers wear, even at night, he told me), while I was still unpacking everything I had with me. “Dude, what the fuck are you doin’?” he said. “We gotta get out there and party!!!” He did the rocker sign and the Kiss tongue-thing. I sighed. I was tired and wishing ...
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Happy Eighteenth
Posted on: March 10, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
Walking the streets at night with no destination was hardly how I thought I would be spending my eighteenth birthday. I just never expected my dad would react by kicking me out of the house. It couldn’t have been that much of a shock finding out I was gay. I’m not exactly the poster boy for masculinity. I know he had to wonder, but I guess as long as I didn’t confirm it there was still hope.What sucked most about this whole ordeal was that I barely escaped with nothing more than a handful of clothes and personal belongings. I wasn’t even allowed to get my car. He just threw me a twenty-dollar bill and told me to take a cab straight to hell. I was too angry to cry; besides I wouldn’t have given him the satisfaction.I walked in no particular direction, avoiding contact with whoever passed by. All together I had two hundred dollars that I had to make last until I could find a job. I pulled my jacket tighter around me as a gust of wind shot through my body. I needed to find a place to get out of this cold even if it was just for a little while.The Hilton was the first building I saw where I could go in and sit without being noticed. Inside the lobby was full of people. I shifted my duffel bag from one hand to the other and made my way to the only empty couch. If I ...
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In The Locker Room
Posted on: March 09, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
Ever wondered what being in the locker room with two of the hottest guys in the school is like?When you’re young and a repressed gay man because you don’t think your parents will accept you then you love the time you spend in the school locker room. For me I couldn’t hold my self in wondering what wonderful toned young bodies I would encounter and how I could cover up my hard on at the sight. As per usual we lined up out side, by this time I was already slightly hard with anticipation, ready to go in. I tried to suppress the thoughts of hardcore sex on the benches and against the metal lockers or in the showers and succeeded if only for a short time. Upon entering the changing rooms I was told that because of the heavy rain that morning the teacher would be late and that we should all wait here until such time that he would arrive. Most of the people left to go do other things and of course because I had so much work did the same but as I went to leave I was pulled by two sets of hands round the corner to the showers and a hand put over my mouth and eyes. I heard every one leave and the door shut. After a moment the door opened and I heard the heavy, reverberating footsteps of the normal teacher. "Hello" he said in his booming, controlling and harsh baritone voice ...
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Gay Black Cinema
Posted on: March 09, 2008Fun with the Boys
Posted on: March 08, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
As Josh, an 18 year old with short dark brown hair hazel eyes and an amazingly fit body, was relaxing at a private beach on his towel on the sand, his eyes closed, drifting off to sleep. All of a sudden, he felt sand all over his body; he took his sunglasses off and slowly looked up. His eyes were glued to a man with beautiful blue eyes. “Hi, I’m sorry about hitting your towel with my volleyball. My friends and I are playing a game of volleyball. By the way, I'm Val.” Josh didn’t know what to say, he just kept starring at him. “It’s ok.” Val picked up the volleyball and walked back to his friends. Josh stared at his tight perfectly round ass. “Damn how I wish to bang that ass,” Josh thought to myself. Josh was young, but he knew that he was gay since his childhood and he hoped that handsome Val was gay as well. Josh watched the volleyball players and once in a while Val would wave at Josh and Josh would wave back. When it was getting dark, it was only Josh and Val left on the beach. Val put his ball away and Josh thought that he was going to leave, but then Val walked over to Josh “So we’re finally alone. I couldn’t wait to be alone with you.” Josh couldn’t believe that this man was happy to be alone with him. “Earlier I told you my name you haven‘t told ...
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