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Posted on: April 02, 2008My High School Gym Teacher
Posted on: March 27, 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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Posted on: March 26, 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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Brass
Posted on: March 25, 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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Cactus Creek Saloon
Posted on: March 24, 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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After Work
Posted on: March 23, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
I was a fry cook. He was a dishwasher. Never was there a better match made. Outside, together we hauled the barrel of used fryer oil to the receptacle. Muscles strained beneath tight, dirty, white t-shirts. Clogged feet shuffled across the broken pavement of the back parking. Streetlamps shone overheard, casting creepy shadows around the parked cars and adjacent alleyways. The dishwasher was a handsome guy. In that heroine chiseled, been around the block kind of way. I noticed him noticing me noticing him. He smiled. I grinned. We reached the receptacle. With a mighty heave, combining the best of each of our efforts, we dumped the bucket’s contents into the large metal bin. Brows sweating, hearts apace, lungs heaving, we shot each other an accomplished smile. His dimples were adorable. So were mine. We saw what each of us wanted in the reflection of the other’s eyes. His lips tasted salty, but moist and firm. I imagine he felt the same of mine. His body was lean, firm. He smelled of detergents and lime. I wreaked of fried fish and French fries. Our scents intertwined. It was not as unpleasant as one might imagine. His bony hips grinded into my own. My cock was hardening. So was his. My hands were on his face, his neck, his chest, his stomach, down his pants, around his cock, stroking him, squeezing him, tugging him. His hands did the same. Soon, dirty aprons were aflutter, and soiled jeans were around our ankles. Huddled ...
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Double Header
Posted on: March 22, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
I couldn't believe it. Twenty-two years of driving and never an accident, but then on the way home from work I ran out of gas! Luckily it wasn't long before a pickup truck slowed and stopped. "Need help?" yelled the good-looking blonde in the passenger seat. I was embarrassed, but nodded and said, "Yeah...I'm...uh...out of gas." He gave a small laugh and got out of the truck. "Hop in and we'll take you to the gas station." I smiled and quickly accepted his offer. I climbed into the front seat and nodded to the dark-haired driver who said, "Happy to help you, man." His buddy got in and we drove down the highway. We hadn't been driving long when I noticed the driver putting his hand down to his crotch. I looked away but saw that the blonde was doing the same thing, gently rubbing themselves until I could see the outline of their cocks through their jeans. I wasn't gay, but I had sucked a few cocks in the past and suddenly found myself getting hard just watching them. Finally the driver said, "Wanna see more of this, man?" I didn't know what to say or do. Then he unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock. It wasn't completely hard, but it had to be at least seven thick inches with a big purple head. He stroked it until it was really hard. Then the other guy said, "How do you like this one?" I turned and saw the ...
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A Kilted Ecounter
Posted on: March 21, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
From early life I have always been a keen kilt-wearer. Hill walking in student days underlined the excellence of the kilt to me; it is fantastically comfortable, practical for the outdoor life and, above all, sexy. There is something wonderfully sensual about the feel of the kilt as you stride along a mountain path, the pleats swinging back and forth against your bare legs and the clear air refreshing your naked balls. Fully dressed for the mountains, with climbing boots, heavy-duty shirt, waterproofs and a full rucksack, the contrast of being a kilted true Scotsman at the same time is sublime. I would often fantasize about meeting a similarly clad man while out on my solo backpacking expeditions, but have yet to do so. I did, however, have one encounter with a kilted lad at a distillery in Morayshire. I had climbed the local big hill in the morning and came down to the distillery at its base just after lunchtime. I had often passed it before and, discovering that I had the time, I decided to do the tourist thing and go on the guided tour. Much to my delight, the guide turned out to be a very good-looking kilted student. He was a real cruet - rather small and beautifully proportioned, with longish fair hair and inviting bare knees. His huge and smiling eyes swallowed me up. He introduced himself as Torquil and he gave a very good account of himself as he took us (me and four others) ...
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Desperate for Cock
Posted on: March 20, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
It had been weeks since I had last had the pleasure of sucking a nice big cock...and I was really horny for one...desperate for cock. I had tried my usual haunts...the tea rooms at the theaters...the rest areas...even the mall bathrooms...but no one came around. Then yesterday I left my office and entered the elevator. There was a younger guy already in and he said hi in a pleasant way. I nodded and said hi also. As the car descended I glanced down and saw that he had a hardon. It was sticking out against his pants leg and was obviously a big one. When I looked back up he was blushing and looked away. I said, "It's okay...it happens to me a lot still." He didn't say anything and we reached the ground floor. He left before me and I followed...curious as to where he was going. To my surprise, he went down the hallway and into the mensroom. I followed...hoping that he was giving me a signal. When I entered he wasn't in sight. Then I saw an open door on the last stall. I went to it and, sure enough, he was standing in front of the toilet. The seat was down and I didn't hear or see any piss hitting the bowl so I entered and closed the door behind me. He turned around and smiled. I smiled back and glanced down. He held his big hard dick in his hand and was slowly stroking it as ...
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A Night to Remember
Posted on: March 19, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
While serving in the Navy, I was stationed in Naples, Italy for a couple of months due to an accident I had on a operation we were involved in. I was living in the Hilton and I got bored and decided go out for a walk and see the city. As I was walking around, I found a Porn Theater and paid the 10 Lira {about 3 dollars}. I walked into the theater and it was pitch black so I had to feel my way for a seat. I had just sat down and I felt a pair of hands rubbing my chest and nipples from behind. A second pair of hands came across from the right and started rubbing my dick through my jeans. The second pair undid my belt and pulled me up so my jeans would fall to the floor. My 7" dick grew to its full length and a warm pair of lips started sucking my dick like it was a straw. As this was going on, another pair of lips was tongue fucking me from behind. The feeling of one pair of lips in front and a second pair from behind was sending me into total ecstasy. As the tongue was working my backside, I felt one of them insert a finger into my man pussy, fucking in and out while they were licking me. This went on for like an hour when I felt hands pulling me down to the seat. I started to sit ...
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Do You Like The Taste Of Cum?
Posted on: March 18, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
“Do you like the taste of cum?” he whispered in my ear. I slid closer to him, my hand rested playfully on his thigh. “I can’t say I’ve ever tasted it.” I lied. His tongue slowly licked the outer edge of my ear. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the tingling sensation he was creating all over my body. I opened my mouth and let out a whimper. He placed his hand on top of mine and shifted it to the valley between his legs. I could feel how hard he was. His cock pressed against the fabric of his jeans begged for attention. Gently I rubbed my hand up and down the outline of his shaft. He moaned and moved closer to me, opening his legs so I could have better access to him. I shifted my weight to face him, my mouth searched for his. When our lips met mine instantly parted to let his tongue enter. Our kiss was full of ardor. His lips begged for me to take them. My hands fumbled at the buckle of his belt and he quickly came to my aid. He was just as eager as I was to get his pants off. In one quick motion he unzipped and pulled them down along with his boxers. His thick cock curved up to greet me, staring at me with its glistening head. I licked my lips and dropped to my knees. “Yeah, you want to taste me, don’t you?” he said as ...
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Caught in the Rain
Posted on: March 17, 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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Gay Black Cinema
Posted on: March 16, 2008A Mountain's Icy Slide Home
Posted on: March 15, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
A wonderful thing is being a boy standing half-naked, just jeans and nothing else, your bare feet gripping a narrow ledge and you are stretched, your fingertips keep you upright as they grip the edge of the ledge above you.The only thing between you and the night, you and the freezing fog, you and the claustrophobia that darkness brings to mountains and large stretches of land, is your skin.It's freezing cold and your balcony doors are open. Music is pouring out along with the heat in your expensive mountain house. You turn your head and you can see that heat shimmer while it rolls out. The music is the King of Pain, by The Police, and you close your eyes and imagine that blue whale beached by the springtime's ebb, because that's how you feel.You're up and out of water. Where at one time you were in a place where you were beautiful and you could do the most amazing things, you've now come to a place where you no longer belong. The funny thing is it's the same place. The place is beside your husband and you've traded a dry mountain home for a wet one.Gravity transforms the beauty and strength of a whale into a helpless beast. The sun which barely reached him before as the weakest blue tendrils now eats him alive.That's how I felt last night. I was freezing standing there on the ledge of my balcony, but not shivering. The forest, the mountains seemed as small ...
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The Other Side of the Island
Posted on: March 15, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
“There, is that better?” Peitr whispered into my ear.“Uhh. Yes, yes. That feels great,” I answered, and my words turned into a soft moan.“Yes, I can feel it in your body. You are a lot looser now. You are moving with me more smoothly. Is it because of the guilt?”“Yes,” I whispered. “This helps erase the guilt. It’s as if none of this is something I could do anything about now.”“I thought so,” Peitr whispered, and he began to move his cock inside me, dragging the head of his crocked dick along my ass canal at seven inches of depth, making my hips join in his motion. My eyes went to the ceiling paddle fan above us, gauging the thrusts of Peitr’s hips against the flap, flap sound and movement of the paddles. I tugged a bit on the two silk scarves lightly tying my wrists to the headboard above me, seeking assurance that I was imprisoned and couldn’t do anything to defend myself. Peitr’s strong, solid Dutchman’s body was closely covering mine on the bed, nipples to nipples and belly to belly. His legs covered mine, and I had my heels wrapped around his ankles. His arms covered mine, and he held his hands around the silk knots at my wrists, giving yet more of a comforting feel that I had no control over this. Only his hips and my pelvis were in motion, as the flap, flap of the ceiling fan above the brass bed moved what air there ...
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First Time
Posted on: March 14, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
I was standing taking a piss when this older dude walked in and stood at the urinal. It was one the old style long one that was open. He pulled out his cock and started to piss. I snuck a peek. His cock was huge, since he was pissing he was still soft, still it must have been 7 inches long. I did have some basic jack off sessions with my buddies when I was younger, but never thought about getting turned on by a guy cock. He was just finished up taking his piss and said "Hello". I nodded back. He did not put his cock away. He just kept trying to squeeze the last bit of piss out. I did not want to put my cock away and I started to get hard. I looked over at him and just smiled back and now started to stroke his cock. His cock was cut and had a nice head and by now he was fully hard. It was at least 9 inches and about 2.5 inches thick. He asked if I wanted to get a closer look and walked over to me. I reached out and slid my hand up and down the shaft. He did the same to my cock. My girl friend always told me that I had the biggest cock she had seen, but it was small compared to what I was holding. The guy pulled me over to the handicap stall and pushed me down on ...
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I Saw Him Again
Posted on: March 13, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
I was at the park with my friend, Haley. We were talking when this guy walked by. He wasn't with anyone and I wondered why because he was really handsome and he was built like a god. He must go to the gym alot, I thought. I must have been staring because Haley snapped her fingers in front of my face saying that I was just sitting there drooling for a good 5 minutes. I couldn't help myself. He was so hot! I knew I probably wouldn't see him again because I was going to college next week. I was walking down the hall to my new room to meet my roommate. When I opened the door I got the surprise of my life. The guy from the park was sitting on the floor working out! I thought I was dreaming, so I kept pinching myself. He must have seen me pinching because he said, "Are you okay?" In my head I thought, I am now! But of course I didn't say that. I just sat down on the bed and unpacked my stuff. Then he said in a low voice, "I saw you staring at me in the park last week." I felt myself going red, when, out of the blue, he jumped up in front of me and started unbuttoning my shirt. I was in shock and stammered, "Wha-what are you doing?" Then he whispered in my ear, " I'm doing exactly what you want me to do." He ...
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The Massage
Posted on: March 11, 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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A Walk In The Park
Posted on: March 10, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
One day when I was 22 years old I went for a walk through Newtown and anyone who knows Newtown knows that there is always something or other going on there. Anyways, as I was walking around a corner I heard a soft moan. Ever so soft. I heard it again. So I began to investigate quietly. I then stumbled upon a young man who looked about my age sitting there completely naked stroking a cock that was about 8 inches long. I seized my chance. I stepped out of my hiding place and said, “Hello there!!!" I scared him so badly that he came right then and there. He was so embarrassed. He attempted to clean up but I said, "Allow me..." And I stripped off every layer of clothes I had on me and threw them off somewhere. I got down on my hands and knees and crawled over to him and wrapped my lips around that luscious bone. His cock tasted so good! I had trouble at first getting his entire thing inside my mouth, but I managed eventually. 20 minutes went by and I was still sucking. He finally came in my mouth, and I gagged because there was so much of it. But I lapped up every drop of his delicious juices. His fat dick spent and mine full of cum, I flipped him over onto his stomach and pulled his ass to my prick. I didn't have any lube so I just stuck my finger ...
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Furnace Repairman
Posted on: March 09, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
I was waiting for the furnace service guy to come for the yearly inspection of the system and was on my computer looking at some nice nude pictures of guys when the doorbell rang. I left my computer on and answered the door. It was the service guy, so I let him in to do his inspection of the furnace. He said it would take him 60 to 90 minutes to do the job. He was a very hunky-looking dude and I could hardly keep my mind from stripping off his Levi’s and t-shirt. He went about his business while I went back into my room and looked at some more pictures. I heard him working and heard him say, "Sir, I have to go to the truck to get my tool kit. I’ll be right back." When I heard him re-enter the house, he went immediately to the furnace. After a bit, he yelled out that he had to make an inspection of all the vents. I got up and walked around the various rooms with him as he was checking out the various vents. Not thinking of my computer still being on and some pictures still showing of guys with hard cocks, we walked into my computer room and his eyes immediately focused on my computer monitor. His comment was, "Wow, look at the big cock on that guy," as he pointed out one of the hunks on the screen. I must have turned red because, he said, "Sorry ...
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