Alarm Bells
Posted on: March 30, 2009Copyright © 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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A Quiet Night In
Posted on: March 28, 2009Copyright © 2009 Sticky Pen
I looked over at his handsome face, his eyes squinting to read the digital cable menu. It was 7pm on a Friday night, but we weren’t going out. Mike had to be at work in the morning. So here we were, in bed with our books and remotes all settled for a quiet night in. “Do you wanna watch Scrubs?” he asked blinking tiredly at me. That’s when I noticed the bags under his eyes. My poor boyfriend was working himself to the point of exhaustion all so I could focus on getting my degree. I couldn’t help myself. I leaned over and kissed him sweetly on the lips. “So that’s a yes on Scrubs?” he said looking amused. “What ever you want is fine with me babe.” I answered as I snuggled in a little closer to him. “For once you don’t have an opinion about what we watch? What’s up?” I laughed and put my head on his shoulder. He was so warm and comfortable, lying in bed in his raggy sweatpants and threadbare t-shirt. For some reason it was all just such a turn on. “I’m just happy to be with you, I honestly don’t care what we watch tonight.” He smiled at me and put his arm around me, running his nails up and down my bare back lazily, after a minute his strokes were becoming a little harder, his hand dipping below the waist band of my pajama pants, over my ass and back up again. ...
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Bite Me
Posted on: March 28, 2009Copyright © 2009 Sticky Pen
I was laying in our soft king sized bed; Zac's large muscular frame was positioned over me. My whole body was humming and Zac wouldn't stop touching me. His hands slid eagerly over my thin chest, the calloused pads of his fingertips going up and down my body, sliding their way through my thin layer of body hair. Tonight was special, tonight was my birthday and Zac was concentrated on pleasing me and nothing else. "Fuck Zac. I want you... please" I begged him. He was so concentrated on my pleasure that I knew he wouldn't turn down my begging."Tell me what you want Taylor... beg for it." Zac told me in a husky sort of voice, full of passion and desire. His dick was hard and I could feel its length and thickness rubbing against my thigh."Fuck Zac. I want you to be rough with me. I want it to hurt." I told him. I had always enjoyed a certain level of pain during sex. Zac however, was always hesitant to give me the pain I desired. Zac was always afraid of hurting me. He'd always been a strong believer in 'making love' not simply fucking. Sometimes though, I craved for him to fuck me. I needed him to slam his long thick cock into me with little or no warning and fuck me until I screamed. So anytime he offered me a night of pleasure, ...
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The Hot, Red Ass
Posted on: March 28, 2009Copyright © 2009 Sticky Pen
Mrs. Brockett, my babysitter had done it to me when I was twelve and had misbehaved. She had made me pull my pants down, bend over her big knees, and had spanked me. She had spanked me hard!She had told my parents what I had done, and they approved of her punishment even though I complained that a babysitter should not be able to touch me! But secretly, that night, alone in my room I jerked off thinking of her hand hitting my rubbery ass. Mrs. Brockett had no idea what genie she had let out of the bottle for as she had spanked me, I had hardened. As she had spanked me, I had imagined her fingers going where I fingered myself, where I pushed things up inside me. And then I had imagined she was a man, a man who would do what I desperately wanted.My secret life was just that, secret. I would spank myself, I had made several paddles for this purpose. I dated, but not seriously. I went to college, got laid by a woman, but it all seemed so much less than what I really needed. I have never gotten very tall, 5'6" and was very slim. Being small was not a benefit in college.When I graduated, I got a job at an advertising firm. I was 22 and acted as their gopher. I knew I was beginning at the bottom, but there ...
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The Hammer
Posted on: March 27, 2009Copyright © 2009 Sticky Pen
The Hammer: Part IBy Mr. KinkThe bell rang for the end of another day at school. I had been daydreaming about a guy on the football team everyone loved. If you saw him you would know why. Standing at six feet and two inches, muscular, dark piercing eyes and a five o’clock shadow that always seemed to linger on his chiseled jaw, his name was Riley but everyone called him the hammer. Riley was the king of our school, he got on the honor roll every semester, quarterback of the football team and he had fucked almost all the girls in my graduating class, a real man’s man. The bell had rang but I needed to stay behind. My dick was so hard inside my jeans, I didn’t want to embarrass myself by walking out of the class room into a hallway of people with a raging boner trying to escape my pants.So I sat there as the classroom emptied and soon I was alone with my cock too hard to walk. I finally got up the courage and walked into the hallway with a jacket over my arm and I crossed my arms in front of me so as not to draw attention. I made my way to the boy’s room and into one of the stalls. Now I had some privacy. I leaned against a wall in the stall and unzipped my pants. I rubbed my meat that already had pre-cum oozing out of the tip, wiping it up ...
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A Fish Story
Posted on: March 27, 2009Copyright © 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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The Urinals
Posted on: March 27, 2009Copyright © 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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Bachelor Party
Posted on: March 26, 2009Copyright © 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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Honeymooners
Posted on: March 26, 2009Copyright © 2009 Sticky Pen
The honeymoon was a financial splurge. Long-planned, we flew to Barbados to one of the luxury hotels, one that had a reputation for housing international celebrities and the amenities were all geared to that level. Well-heeled paying guests. And us, the newlyweds.On the first afternoon of arrival, we parked on the beautiful sandy beach outside our hotel, with the wonderful clear waters of the Caribbean, so clean and clear that you could see your toes when you were standing in water at neck level. My bride was in her most flattering bikini, and I felt sort of territorial when I knew others were checking her out. I was in a tight Speedo that I knew flattered my masculinity and showed off my endowment. We caused a bit of stir on the beach and people noticed us. But later that afternoon, another couple arrived on the beach. They caused all heads to really turn.She was tall and slim, and walked with that graceful twisting stride of a runway model. (That was no surprise, since it turned out that she WAS a runway model in Manhattan.) Her swimsuit was ultra revealing of her slim and flowing curvaceous body, her sunglasses were artfully perched on her high cheek-boned face, and her straw hat was the kind that you normally only saw in fashion magazines. Her new husband was brawny and muscular, with rough-hewn features, wide bodybuilder type shoulders, beefy biceps, dark hairy fuzz that ...
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Taking a Slave for the Night
Posted on: March 26, 2009Copyright © 2009 Sticky Pen
This story is dedicated to Aiden. You asked for it so here it is.“Hey Greg! Are you ready yet? Come on man, your holdin’ us up!”“Yeah yeah just give me second,” I yelled back, slipping on my best jeans. The ones that showed off my package. I sprayed a bit of Calvin Klein over me as I left my apartment with my friends. We were going downtown to the newest and hottest club in the city and I was definitely ready to get laid. I had this mindset as we made our way into the club. Even if it wasn’t the newest club, it was certainly the most crowded with wall-to-wall guys. It also must have been the hottest because they were throwing their shirts off every which way but I didn’t complain. For most of the night we danced, drank, and partied our asses off. So my friends ditched me after the first hour, probably to get laid themselves, and I was left at the bar, scouting the room for any cute eye candy. I knew in a club like this there would be the completely ripped, bodybuilders but that wasn’t my type. I looked around for the shy guys in the corners, the ones that could be dominated. A slave. There were a few guys with potential but none of them really stood up to my high standards. I finally gave up looking and decided to take a leak before I left when this guy just bumped into me ...
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First Time with A Man
Posted on: March 25, 2009Copyright © 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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Suburban Dads
Posted on: March 25, 2009Copyright © 2009 Sticky Pen
Suburban DadsChris was my neighbor. Our back yards actually touched at an angle of the cul-de-sac subdivision where we each lived with our wives and family. We were both family men with kids. He was a doctor with four small children and I was a rising executive with a large corporation with three young sons.Over a period of several years, Chris and I became good friends in that way that you develop and have a good neighborhood friend. We borrowed tools from each other, went to the same neighborhood parties, did the manly gossip of sports and politics, and occasionally would drink some beers together. Our wives were buddies and shopped together, baby-sat for each other and spent a lot of time together at various of the typical neighborhood functions. Chris and I rarely spent time together without there being kids or wives around as well.We were just your typical neighborhood husbands. Chris was ever busy with his growing medical practice with lots of his time at the hospital and I did a lot of travel, around the country. I was the ever-faithful hubby at home and would never have gotten my pants off in any situation, a great believer that you “never do it on your own doorstep”. When I was out of town, however, I enjoyed being a bit of a bad boy when I had the chance to play, and it was seldom with another female! I had ...
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Ferris Wheel
Posted on: March 25, 2009Copyright © 2009 Sticky Pen
Bright lights and frenzied sounds surrounded me as I handed my $3.50 to the man behind the counter. In return, I received a huge mound of pink cotton candy swirled around a thin wooden stick. I walked away from the concession stand to explore the barrage of sensory delights, taking occasional bites from the cotton candy that melted onto my tongue the very second that contact was made. The sugary sweet snack added to my heightened senses. It was the opening night of the state fair, and I planned to take full advantage of all of the flashy entertainment offered. I ambled around the fair with my cotton candy in hand, using my tickets to see the random freak show installations along the trail. Most of them involved Paleozoic creatures that had been found hidden deep in the jungles of the Amazon and Congo. These supposed prehistoric creatures didn’t seem to be any different from your everyday lizard or large snake, but I was willing to suspend reality for a while and thoroughly enjoy myself. Fairs, carnivals, and circuses have fascinated me since I was a child. I’ve never grown tired of them, despite the high number of them that I’ve attended and my increasing age. I enjoy anything that makes me feel youthful once again. Once I hit my mid-twenties, I started to feel much older. The state fair, then, was a good way for me to recapture a sense ...
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