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A 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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Motel California
Posted on: March 15, 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 14, 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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Double Header
Posted on: March 14, 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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After Work
Posted on: March 13, 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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First Thing's First
Posted on: March 13, 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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A Night to Remember
Posted on: March 12, 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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Exposed
Posted on: March 12, 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 11, 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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I Saw Him Again
Posted on: March 11, 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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Blowing the Big Boys in the Bluebell Woods
Posted on: March 11, 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 Time
Posted on: March 10, 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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A Kilted Ecounter
Posted on: March 10, 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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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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Fun with the Boys
Posted on: March 09, 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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Desperate for Cock
Posted on: March 09, 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 Walk In The Park
Posted on: March 09, 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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British Brothers Buggered on the Bolivian Border
Posted on: March 08, 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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