The Accidental Show
Posted on: April 07, 2008?> Copyright © 2006 Sticky Pen
My jaw dropped as I leaned in for a closer look. I just couldn’t believe the scene that was unfolding right in front of my eyes. It was better than any porno I’d ever seen. Maybe it was because the guys were familiar. Or perhaps it was because they were the two most popular kids on our college campus. Steve and Josh were both the perfect mix of smart and jock. Every girl in school would die if they found out they were both actually queens. Deep down I fantasized about them too. I never wanted to admit it to myself, I considered myself to be as hetero as they came, but something about seeing two perfectly built men going at each other was very arousing to me.
To think, that if I hadn’t stayed after school to make some last minute adjustments to some layouts that were due tomorrow I wouldn’t have stumbled onto this amateur porn set. Although, they didn’t look very amateur at all. It was obvious by the way they pleased each other this was not their first time. They started off very innocently, both laughing and talking as they hit the showers after another long workout. I had gone into the locker rooms to use the restroom. It was the closest one to where I was parked. Not paying them any attention I went about my business. Their laughter and loud voices carried all the way to where I was. It all sounded innocent, just loud jocks cooling off. Then suddenly things weren’t so innocent anymore.
“Dude, relax no one is around,” came the voice from the showers. “Ok, alright, I know what will do the trick. I know how to get you to relax.”
That was the last thing I heard before my journalistic curiosity got the better of me.
Quietly I approached the showers. Staying low and out of sight I carefully peaked around the corner. That’s when I saw it; there was Steve the jock on his knees servicing Josh’s meat.
He was really getting into it too, taking his cock all the way to the root. Josh didn’t look like he was very big, not with the ease that Steve deep throated him. His mouth really seemed to be working his uncut cock. His tongue licked all over his head, and then worked his shaft from the root to the tip then back down again. He worked his shaft like a lollipop for several minutes before his mouth went down to Josh’s hairy nut sac. This really seemed to do the trick. Josh’s body started to shake. Quickly Steve released his sac and opened his mouth wide just in time to receive a load of cum. Josh shot with a lot of force. Endless streams of creamy white cum poured out of him, and Steve took in every drop.
Once he was finished cuming, Steve took him back in his mouth and cleaned his cock until it was completely soft. Then St...
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Big Bottom, Sexy Hot Breeder Manbabe Gets Laid
Posted on: April 07, 2008?> Copyright © 2006 Sticky Pen
Tyler was really glad to find a new job, after being unemployed for a couple of months,
but disappointed that he had to work with two macho, homophobic guys.
Trouble was, the only work he could get was in a factory and the office he shared with the
two guys was way out in the sheds, away from the main buildings so the badass breeders
were the only people he saw all day.
Gary and Frank were a real pain in the ass. They were always making snide comments
about Tyler's lifestyle, that is when they weren't looking at pictures of pussies in the
office. Trouble is, they were both so damn hot that Tyler could hardly sleep at night for
wanking off while thinking about them. Both were in their late thirties and good-looking
and sexy in that beefy way that married men get when they enjoy a little too much beer
and good food. Tyler knew he was considered odd by his friends for being turned on by
men like that, but you can't fight your true nature. If not quite a chubby chaser he was
definitely into the beefier side of life. The thought of having Gary or Frank sit on his face
just made him so hard he often had to go into the toilet to whack one out.
Gary and Frank would always know when he had been at it.
'Been at it again, Tyler?' they would demand of him and in reply all he would do is blush.
Often Gary would grab a handful of his beefy nuts and say 'The sight of all this flesh
driving you crazy?'
If only he knew the truth!
And then one day Frank simply didn't turn up for work. It turned out he had been fired
and was too ashamed to stay in touch with Gary. Gary pined for his friend and was like a
bad tempered bear with a toothache. Tyler just tried to keep out of his way until he
calmed down. And slowly, slowly, his temperament seemed to improve. Now that Frank
was gone Gary was lonely and had to turn to Tyler more and more for company.
As the weeks went by Gary found he developed a begrudging respect for the little guy. He
certainly lived life on his own terms. He loved cock and didn't care what Gary thought
about it. If only women loved cock as much as Tyler did, Gary thought to himself, the
world would be a really wonderful place for men.
Tyler was a little more confident now that Frank was gone. He could tell that Gary's
attitude towards him had changed. He was also aware of a growing curiosity in the big
man. He had started asking Tyler about his personal life and about what he did in bed.
Tyler answered as truthfully as he could, all the time thinking "If only I could show
him..."
The more Gary asked Tyler about his sex life the bolder Tyler became. Soon the two men
were flirting; there was no other way to describe it. And Gary really started turning up the
heat now. He would brush past Tyler, his big basket brushing against Tyler's pert little
ass, and ask him if he liked it. Of course he fucking liked it. Tyler had to pay more and
more visits to the bathroom. And then one day Gary knocked on the door.
Hey Tyler, let me in' he said 'I wanna see how you gay guys do it.'
Tyler's heart was thumping in his chest. Was he for real or was he just teasing. If he
opened the door what would Gary do? Curiosity got the better of him. He left his eight
inch boner sticking out of his fly and opened the door. Gary let out a low whistle.
'Shit! You are hellishly hung!' he said.
'Let me see what you got?' Tyler begged.
'You're not going to get me that easy.' Gary replied. 'Just you go ahead and make that
thing spit.
So Tyler slowly jerked off, all the while watching the reaction in Gary's eyes. If he didn't
know better he would say the man was hot for cock. He watched each and every stroke
that Tyler took and when at last he blasted off Gary let out a loud gasp, as if the cum had
come blasting out of his own cock.
Things just got a little crazier after that. It was obvious to Tyler that Gary loved all the
teasing and flirting, it pampered his ego; but he could tell that he was also frustrated and
as horny as hell.
'Wife not giving you any?' he asked Gary one day.
'She makes me beg for it like a dog.' Gary replied. 'Or I have to buy her something that
she has her heart set on. You know I don't make that much money; I can't really afford
spending that much on things we don't need.'
'What you need,' Tyler told him, 'is someone who gives you plenty of hot sex without
wanting anything in return.'
'Nice try, sunshine' Gary said 'but that someone has to have a pair of tits on her.'
Tyler felt stung and needed to hit back.
'I bet you would fuck a shemale just because she has a pair of tits.'
Gary's face flushed. 'If I was drunk maybe.'
Tyler could see he had discovered a secret fantasy.
'Come on Gary, man' he pleaded 'why can't you do me?'
'Because you're a guy. Gary shot back.
'So is a shemale.' Tyler argued, even though he knew his transsexual friends would slap
him down for such a remark.
'You...you get me some good shemale porn and I'll let you watch me jerking off.'
Garysuddenly blurted out.
It was all Tyler could think about. That big butted bruiser unbuttoning his jeans and
hauling out his fat hog and stroking it while looking at pictures of a chick with a dick. He
went out that night and got a couple of magazines for Gary to bust a nut on, carefully
choosing ones with the most pretty, feminine and big titted shemales he could find. For
the first time in ages Tyler left his cock alone and went straight to sleep.
Next day, about mid morning he hauled out the magazines and opened one to the
centrefold. She was blonde and sassy with amazing tits and flat belly. Through her lace
panties peeked a very hard cock.
'Hey Gary, look what I got here.'
Gary reached out to grab the magazines out of Tyler's hand. His eyes were almost out on
stalks as he took in the object of his secret lust and yearning. Coming from the
background he did he hated the fact that he was so turned on by these strange creatures
with cocks, but he could not deny it; one look and his cock was lurching about in his
work pants.
'Not so fast.' Tyler snapped. 'Remember what you promised me.'
'Did you really think I would let you watch me jerking off?' Gary asked him.
'And do you really think I'm going to let you see these without you keeping your part of
the deal?'
Five minutes later Gary begged Tyler to let him see the magazines. But Tyler was
determined that today was that day he would see that big, meaty butt laid bare for his
lustful pleasure. Half an hour later Gary tried again. He just could not get the pictures out
of his mind. There was no way he was going to do any work until he saw those pictures.
An hour later Gary gave in. He locked the door and pulled the blinds. Tyler's throat went
dry as he realized what was happening. Gary held out his hand and Tyler handed the
magazines over.
Gary's hands were just about trembling as he flicked the magazine open. There lay his
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Waiting
Posted on: April 07, 2008?> Copyright © 2006 Sticky Pen
The night was heavy with anticipation. I couldn’t believe that after all this time chatting online we were finally going to get together. I had gone through great lengths to make sure everything was going to be perfect. I had reserved the best suite in a hotel that was half way for both of us. He had suggested I come and spend the weekend with him or he could come up to see me. But I thought that this would be the safest thing just in case. Not that I thought anything would go wrong, after all you don’t spend hours and hours on the phone and online with someone only to find out you’re not attracted to them.
I really wouldn’t know what to do if things were to turn out for the worst. I had so much invested in this and I didn’t just mean financially but also emotionally. I had my hopes up as high as a kite. I checked my watch, which had only moved two minutes since the last time I had checked. Only forty-five more minutes and he should be here. He had already called twice to make sure I was there, he must have been just as anxious as I was.
I took a seat on the king size bed and waited. On the bed all alone all I could think about was his throbbing cock in my mouth, it was making me so hard. I laid back and began to feel my cock press up against my jeans. I felt my chest, my nipples already hard, waited to meet the man of my dreams. Slowly I undid each button, stopping only to play with my hard nipples. I took off my shirt and couldn’t resist doing the same with my pants. One by one, I took off each piece of clothing until I was completely naked.
My hand traveled in between my thighs and cupped my freshly shaved balls. I gave them a squeeze and felt all the cum that I’d saved up for him. We had promised each other that we wouldn’t jerk off the week before we met and I had kept up my end of the promise. I hadn’t jerked off in days saving it all up for today. It was driving me crazy. I let my finger slide up the length of my shaft and then I dipped the tip of my finger into my pre cum filled slit. Letting some of it slide onto my finger, I took it to my lips and sucked in the salty liquid. I took the rest of it and spread it all over the head of my cock and down my eight-inch shaft. I couldn’t resist and kept stroking and stroking until I got dangerously close to exploding all over myself.
Stopping just in time, I got off the bed and searched inside my overnight bag until I found what I was looking for. Back on the bed I spread my legs open and slid my index finger in my tight hole. In and out I worked my finger, letting it stretch my hole a little before I slid in a second finger and then a third. I fucked my hole with my fingers; it got me hornier and hornier. I closed my eyes and thought about how he had said he wanted to breed my boy pussy, fuck me all night until my ass was raw.
I pulled my fingers out and lubed up the seven-inch dildo I had just gotten from my bag. I pressed the slick tip to the opening of my ass and put pressure on it until it slid inside me. He said he had an eight-inch cock so I wanted to get somethi...
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Straight to College
Posted on: April 07, 2008?> Copyright © 2006 Sticky Pen
Straight to College
I went to this prestigious college- I won't tell you which one to protect the innocent or really the not so innocent. But any way I went to college and saw this cute guy I knew. What was his name oh wait protecting innocent duh. Any who the cute guy was in my Intermediate Algebra 102 class and I just thought he was drop dead gorgeous. And so I sat next to him and helped him with math. While I am openly gay to any who ask I acted pretty Damn straight. I Always thought about Dick but I was looking for the ultimate prize someone who had a bigger slong then me. I am a good 9 inch thick circumcised 19 year old male who is 6’5” and weighs 185 pounds so in shape. and good looking straight acting boy next door who loved cock like no one’s business.
At first I thought he was using me him being on the basketball team and with girlfriend or at least that’s what the rumors say (but later on find out single and looking ) > I of course being the horny ass dude I was I continued helping him. I drooled I mean schooled that boy so he was as good as I was in math. I know he is as good as me and he knows it too, but for some odd reason he continued studying with me. I kept helping him. And he kept providing masturbation material.
One day we were studying and he then said hey I have basketball practice tomorrow can we study after the practice at my house unless you have plans? I said no of course not only because I had nothing to do of course but because I was in love. I then scooted closer to him and continued studying. I really just sat close to him and did my work while he was doing his work. Like I said He was as good as I was now. He didn’t cheat either. So we finished and I went home.
The next day went by so slowly and I felt bored and nervous all day I then waited outside by the basketball gymnasium. He then cam around the corner and saw me. He motioned hi and I then walked towards him. He then said what up? I wanted to say my Dick but instead then said nothing ready to go? Yeah I followed him and we had a great conversation and he then said well here it is I looked at his house realized that he was loaded with money. He had the nicest house on the block no wonder he looks good.
Well anyway we went into the house and again I was amazed. Beautiful just like him. I followed him to his room not running into any roommates or anything wow. Okay so I now am in his room HOW? Is what I was thinking. I then asked where did he want to study? Oh hold on how about we eat a snack first and watch a movie. I said Ok and he ran out of the room yelling he will be right back.
I was in the sexiest man alive’s house. What do I do. Well First I looked around he had A couple of swimsuit model posters I then walked up to his mirror in his room and looked at the pictures and was surprised he kept a picture of me and him when we first started to study together that my mom took of us. I was so embarrassed when she did that she said she would send it to him when she got them devolved. I didn’t know he actually kept it. I heard footsteps behind me and turned around and saw him standing in the room he had taken off his shirt. I almost lost it right there. Oh my god his abs are perfect I thought and realized that I was staring and I looked up and saw him staring at me in a questioning way I said sorry. He said for what. For staring at me? I said yes and he said that’s ok I guess I knew you were gay from rumors I just wanted to study with the smartest person I know. I also wanted to talk to you.
Wait a minute you know I am Gay? Yeah I have figured that when you looked at this. He then grabbed his cock and squeezed. I just open my mout...
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Great Morning
Posted on: April 07, 2008?> Copyright © 2006 Sticky Pen
The morning light shone sweetly on his face. It was a welcome change after the night we’d had.
Greg and I had been secretly seeing each other for the last year. He was an only child and his parents didn’t know yet that he was gay, much less that he was in a relationship. At least not until last night.
It was well past midnight when he showed up at my door, suitcase in hand. His eyes were blood red from crying. He had told his parents everything. I knew he was going to tell them he was gay, but I was surprised he had decided to tell them about us. And even more surprised that they had kicked him out of the house. Of course I didn’t care if he stayed here, we had been talking about moving in together anyways. I just hated that it had to happen this way.
It’s just funny how different everything looks in the light of morning. Last night he was uncontrollable with tears, angry at his parents, and at the world that didn’t accept him or us. I listened and held him tight until exhaustion got the better of him. I stripped off his clothes and laid him on my bed, which is where he lays now, without a care in the world.
I stroked a strand of hair off his face and ran my hand down his back to the edge of his perfectly round cheeks. He smiled and moved closer to my side of the bed. I rolled over and lay on top of him. His body was so warm and inviting I couldn’t help but get hard. I’m always hard in the mornings, but this time, with him by my side I was extra hard. Wrapping my legs around him I pressed against his tight hole. He let out a moan, and spread his legs open for me. I took this as an invitation and began to work my way in.
My precum made it easier to slide into him. Slowly I pressed my cock against him, resistance soon gave way and I was inside. I pressed my chest against his back and teased his ear with my tongue. Wrapping my arms around his chest my hips pressed into him. I could feel his body tighten as I plunged deeper. He felt so tight around me. I slid my cock to the root and held there letting him get used to having me inside of him. Slowly his body relaxed and I began to slide out of him. I got my cock to the edge of his sweet ass then slid back all the way in. His young hole was so tight that every thrust got me closer and closer to the edge.
He turned his face towards mine and I placed my mouth on his. Slowly we shared a passionate kiss. I quickened my thrusts as his kisses become hungrier. He raised his ass and pushed against my cock, letting me deeper inside of him. With his tight ass...
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The Ranch Hand
Posted on: March 11, 2008?> Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
The smell of a ranch is something I have always loved. The grass and horses, the fresh scent of the creek that inevitably runs through the land are things that have lived inside me since childhood, having grown up in a mountain valley. The crisp aroma of freshly fallen snow and the abundant smells of the flora are memories I had missed for a long time living in a congested city.Having an extended vacation from work, I decided I needed my fix of the country life, so I rented a cabin in the mountains near where I grew up and decided to stay there to rekindle my sense of peace that I consistently had in that environment. The place I stayed was a working ranch and campground. The small wooden dwellings, with rough-hewn wood and stone smokestacks were high on the mountainside. Everyday, the wife of the rancher would have a family style breakfast in the long house for everyone staying at the site. After the hearty meal of pancakes, bacon and eggs, hash browns and biscuits and gravy, we could choose to work the ranch with the cowhands. I needed to get my hands dirty. I normally worked in a white-collar position that left little time even for gardening, let alone working a ranch. The gym was fine for exercise, but it was the fresh air and sweat from an honest day's work that I needed.After the first few days of simply relaxing, I decided it was time to get ...
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College Guy
Posted on: March 11, 2008?> Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
I was in the first year of college and although I was not built to play football, I really liked the sport. So, I decided that the only way I could be able to see all the games was to volunteer to do some menial job for the team. I got assigned to the equipment locker, which included passing out the towels to all the players as they came into the locker room after their practice. Although I was kind of closeted in my sexual preference, I knew that I did like seeing all of these gridiron hunks as they scampered around in the locker room getting ready for a game or practice. I noticed how many of them were so huge in the thighs from all their activities on the football field - pushing each other around and trying to use their brawn to topple their opponent down. Most of them had handsome butts that just stuck out of their jock strap as it framed the cheeks of those rounded white spheres. Of course, I could see into the shower room. I only had a view of one of the 15 showers from my vantage point in the equipment room, but I would catch a glimpse of one naked body every now and then, standing at that shower, washing the sweat off his well-formed body. I knew that I was feeling a little more than just wanting to watch, but I was certainly not going to make it known that ...
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Breakfast at Emerson's
Posted on: March 11, 2008?> Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
The sun wasn’t the only object out to greet me this morning. I turned over from sleeping on my side to reveal a morning woody smiling at me from between my legs. “That’s fucking great, this is just what I need,” I irritably mumbled to myself through the pillow covering my face. I removed the pillow and pulled the ice-blue satin sheets over my rock-hard tool so I wouldn’t have to look at it and be reminded of the complete and utter frustration that accompanied last night’s encounter. I’m not really the type of person that meets other guys and hooks up with no strings attached, but I’d been going through a rough time in my life since my boyfriend deserted me for his ex-girlfriend. Who could possibly want to go straight again after being gay? My self-esteem especially took the break-up with difficulty, and I suppose my getting out there and experimenting with random guys was part of that low self-esteem. Before last night, I’d had only a single previous one-night stand. I participated in the most carnal sex of my life that evening, and it felt wonderful. It brushed away all those suspicions I had held about my ex’s reasons for leaving me, foremost my conviction that I had not been good enough in bed for him. That night with the random guy helped me realize once again that I had a pretty good ass and that my ex ...
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It Began with a Camping Trip
Posted on: March 11, 2008?> Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
Ronnie and I attended the same university and were both 18. We had been friends since we were twelve. Ronnie and I were so close that we often knew what the other was thinking. There were times when I dared not to think it. But, I loved him--as a friend with my head, as a close buddy with my heart, but also in a different way. I discovered that I liked men and I really liked Ronnie. In the summer, as we sat in our shorts, cross-legged, playing cards or checkers, I'd try to secretly peek up from his thighs as the pink head of his cock poked through the bottom of his cut-offs. It happened quite a bit, so I always wondered if he did that on purpose. Maybe it was his strategy for winning the game. He probably figured that my concentration would be elsewhere! I kept that sight of him stored in my mind for inspiration as I emptied my balls in bed at night while I tried to imagine what his naked body looked like. As open-minded as he was, it still seemed a risk too big for me to take to tell him how I felt. Life without his touch was hard enough, but life without him around was unthinkable. I'd tried to suppress my feelings for him. But it was difficult because the mere sight of him would always make me hard. Everything that we did together only fueled my desires. When I tossed him ...
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Monday Night Football
Posted on: March 11, 2008?> Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
This story takes place before the threat of AID's and using the condom for protection. Readers, please protect yourself from this deadly disease and ALWAYS play safe. MONDAY NIGHT FOOTBALL I lived in a very nice apartment complex and sometimes looked out my window at the hunks in the swimming pool. I would often watch the guys in Speedos when they got out of the pool. The wet suits clung to their bodies showing everything they had beneath the fabric. Some would get out of the pool, find a lounge chair and lay on their back, exposing their bulge. Occasionally, you could see a semi hard cock trying to poke out the top of the tight elastic. I would often sit there in the dark of my apartment, looking at these guys and jack off while I'd dream of getting it on with one of them. There was one particular guy that was exceptionally handsome, with his dark brown hair, blue eyes, a body that looked like he worked out regularly and a bulge in his swimsuit that filled the entire front. I knew he was married, because I would often see his wife at the pool with him. One evening, I had been working overtime; I came into the front door of the apartment complex and headed over to the mailboxes to collect my mail. There was the handsome brown haired, blue-eyed dude getting his mail also but he had dropped some of it and was bent over picking it ...
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Grounded
Posted on: March 10, 2008?> Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
“I don’t care how old you are. If you’re still in my house you obey my rules!” she said as she slammed the door.I heard the lock turn. I was trapped in my room. Fuck this shit, I thought as I gave the door my favorite finger salute. I was eighteen years old. How could she still think about grounding me? All because she caught me taking a shot from the liquor cabinet. That should be the least of her worries. I couldn’t wait for the end of the month when I would be off to college and out of this hellhole forever.Frustrated, I lay on the bed and stared at the ceiling. Three fucking weeks, that seemed like an eternity. I closed my eyes and imagined I was already at college. I pictured my roommate to be some muscle bound jock with a tendency to walk around naked. I imagined him coming to me, desperate to keep up his G.P.A. In return for me doing his homework, I would make him pound my ass with his thick man meat.Mmmm, the thought of that made the blood rush to my cock. I could feel it pressing against my boxers. Lightly I brushed my hand over it, pressing harder when I got to the head. Yeah, the things I would do to that meathead, I thought. I imagined him returning to the dorm after a long day of practice, exhausted, glistening with sweat. He would lie down on his bed and I ...
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The Photographer, Chapter 2
Posted on: March 10, 2008?> Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
Mickey called at noon on Monday to be sure that Kent was expecting him - which, of course...he was! Maybe "anticipating" would be a better term! Kent decided to "push the envelope" a bit...cock ring and gauze shorts. This would give Mickey something to look at while he was shooting pictures...might even make some of the pictures better! Mickey arrived promptly at three...wearing a tank identical to the one Kent had on the previous week, and a pair of skin tight 501 cut-offs. His backpack was slung over one shoulder. "Hey, man...great to see you again! You're really a 'right on time' guy, which I appreciate." "Actually...I had to circle the block a couple times so I wouldn't be too early!" "Don't worry about that...any time you want to be early, be my guest! In fact...any time you're in the neighborhood and want to drop in, that'd be cool too. You really look hot in that tank, by the way!" "Thanks to you...you looked so hot the other day I had to find a tank like you had on! Hope you don't think I'm a copy-cat!" "I'm flattered...you can copy me any time you want...!" "Wow...those are cool shorts you've got on...even cooler than the ones you had on the other day. I wanted to find a pair of those too, but couldn't...now I'd like a pair like these!" "I just might get some for you...you can only get them through a catalog I have...I'll ...
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Alone Time
Posted on: March 10, 2008?> Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
Being the middle kid in the family has its good points and its bad points. I always had someone to boss around and I also had someone to teach me a few things. My older brother Lanny is now living away from home but when he was still at home he was a constant source of learning for me. My dad and mom separated when I was about ten years old so Lanny, being two years older than me, was a great support.I've always prided myself on controlling my emotions. Like I have said, I am all boy and boys don't cry. Still when my parents announced that they were getting a divorce, I can remember everything that was happening at the moment. We had finished dinner and me, Lanny and my younger brother Paul, were watching TV in the family room. Mom and dad interrupted the Simpsons saying they needed to talk to us. They dropped the bomb that dad was going to live in another place because they weren't getting along. We knew there were arguments and everything but a lot of families have argument and manage to stay intact. Not so here though. It was not something that all the tears and "but whys" could change.Paul was eight years old and he started crying almost the minute it was announced. Mom was in tears too but dad was adamant, the marriage couldn't be saved. I went to bed early that night because nothing on TV could have saved ...
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Bi-curiously Experimenting Ch. 01
Posted on: March 10, 2008?> Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
Bi-curiously Experimenting Ch. 01 by Texan065 ? **Disclaimer** The events that unfold in this article have not occurred in my life. I don't know if they ever will. Am I bi-sexual? This is a question I have long wondered. I have had some serious fantasies and even more vivid dreams from time to time about having various forms of sex with other men. Sometimes the dreams occur after having read and self- pleasured myself some of the Gay Male stories in Literotica and StickyPen.com. But not always. This is a tale of how I could eventually find myself in a situation to find out. Feel free to let me know whether or not you like it or not. I would also welcome any constructive comments.** As a freelance audio visual technician in the San Antonio area, I sometimes get to travel for various audio visual companies to out-of-town conventions. I have been to many places. Nashville, Dallas, San Diego, etc. This involved a trip to Minneapolis, MN. I have already been there a few times, but this trip would be the first for this particular AV company. If you, dear reader, are unsure as to what I do for a living, let me explain it in the simplest terms I know how. If you have ever been to a convention, seminar, or expo you may have noticed the audio visual equipment in the room. The screen, projectors, sound, lights, etc. Guys like me set-up, operate, ...
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A Familiar Stranger
Posted on: March 10, 2008?> Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
“You guys make the perfect couple,” gushed Cynthia as we drove to the restaurant after the wedding rehearsal.“Thanks,” I said.It had been a long road for both of us. I still couldn’t believe we had made it this far. It seemed like ages ago when we met for the first time. That night we had known each other all our lives but we were strangers at the same time. It was ten years ago. I had just turned eighteen when my group of senior friends decided to go to Ft. Lauderdale for spring break. All the wildest parties were happening there and we were going to experience everything. The drive down was incredibly long. At least half the day was spent on the road. By the time we got to our cheap motel we were hungry, cranky, and more than anything we were itching for some fun. We dropped our stuff in the one room we were all sharing, unpacked only our bathing suits and rushed out to seaside.The ocean was breathtaking but we weren’t there for the view. My friends and I wasted no time in hitting the strip. Every club seemed to be overflowing with beautiful women and muscular studs, something for everyone in our group. Actually I was the only one who was interested in guys but there was no way I could let my friends know. I just tried to act like a pussy craving teenager whenever my friends were around.That night after we went out to ...
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Georgia Peaches
Posted on: March 09, 2008?> Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
I’ve always heard that Georgia peaches were the juiciest and sweetest peaches in the US but it turns out there was something else that was juicy and sweet there, Jesse. I moved to Georgia for work and after all the long good byes, moved into a cozy but small ranch house. Although the community was nice, most weren’t tolerant of difference, say for example, homosexuality so I couldn’t really date because if I met someone, they would bring their friends to kick my ass. I was driving to work when I happened to notice that a guy on the side of the road had his car steaming. I drove to where he was and asked if he needed any help. “Actually I need to call to get this thing towed and I need to get to work. I’m sorry for asking but can I use your cell?” I let him use my phone because A: He asked so nicely and B: He was cute and asked in a subtle southern drawl. The guy took only a few minutes to get here which was surprising but then again this was a small community. After he got his car towed and asked if he could get a ride to work. I said to hop in. “My name’s Jesse. Do you live around here? Cause I know most of the people round here but I don’t know you.” “My name’s Dan and I just moved from New York City. Nice to meet you.” ...
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A Game of Poker
Posted on: March 09, 2008?> Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
John and Phil were students, at the same university and had been sharing a flat for around six months. They had not previously known one another but had met as a result of Phil answering John's advert seeking someone to share. Life was good for the boys, in their first year away from home, and apart from the usual money problems, which afflict the young; everything was going well. Separate bedrooms meant that they could entertain as many young girls as their stamina would permit, which for both of them was a significant number by anyone’s standard. At nineteen years of age they were at the height of their potency and didn't want to waste a moment. Both guys were athletically built, taking part in as many sporting activities as their studies would allow. One evening when money was tight and, for once, there was little by way of female company, studies or television to create any interest for the boys, they found themselves at a loose end wondering what to do. A rare event. John suggested a game of cards to which Phil responded that cards were boring when no money was involved and currently that was out of the question. John thought about it for a couple of minutes and then said "Listen, I don't want you to get the wrong idea but we could liven things up a bit." "Oh yeah, how do we do that then? " asked Phil, skeptically. "We could play for clothes, just for ...
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The First Time
Posted on: March 09, 2008?> Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
“Dude I’m freaking tired,” I said to my buddy Zach. “Do you want me to drive?” He offered.‘I’m good.”Zach and I were half way through a 5-hour drive to my parents’ house. We were going to stay the week and make some cash doing odds and ends. “How much farther?” Zach asked.“You should know ... you’ve been to my parents’ house like 50 times.”“Yeah but I can’t remember.”“Prolly another 2 hours or so…so we should be there at about midnight.”I was beginning to get a hard on from sitting so long. My erection combined with being so tired made me horny. I started a conversation about old sex experiences and masturbation techniques. The rest of the trip went by fast. “Dude I’ve had a boner for 2 hours now and I don’t think it’s ever gunna go away!” I said as we pulled into my parents’ driveway.“I hope you don’t mind if I rub one out in the room with you.” Zach said.“I don’t give a shit. I prolly will too.”My parents had already gone to bed so we went right upstairs into the spare bedroom. We each picked a bed and got undressed and turned out the light.“Dude what’s the freakiest thing you ever did?” I asked while squeezing and messaging my hard cock.“When I was 8, the next door neighbor girl and I hid under this trailer and she pissed in my mouth. Its weird…I can still ...
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A Steamy Confession
Posted on: March 09, 2008?> Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
Coach Chris Grey. Upon first glace, he seemed the perfect image of a typical college coach. A rugged, masculine individual, with an Adonis-like body fit to live in the temples of the Gods. Probably his most well known trait from that body was the chest that many students, male and female alike, called a "chest of steel." It was obviously full of nothing but pure, beautiful, hard-earned, bulky-but not too bulky muscle. With a chest like that, it was hard to ignore the perfect outlines those hard pecs left along those tight-fitted white school shirts he always wore. His powerful, sculpted arms, "guns," the team liked to call them, could barely be contained by the thin and pathetic cotton material making up the sleeve. And, as with any man these days it seemed, signs of tribal tattoos were just barely visible from the sleeve hem. When he'd turn to face someone, one could not help immediately noticing the entrancing forest green shade of his eyes. Accompanied by strong masculine features, facial hair kept lightly trimmed but never fully shaved off, and a shaved head from being a former navy man, many called Coach Grey "a bearded Vin Diesel" and it wasn't difficult for him to attract girls, despite the fact that he never really paid mind to his natural charm. He was a dedicated man, and had a lot of heart for the game of football. Although he was at times very strict through tedious hours of practice sessions, he cared ...
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All Aboard
Posted on: March 09, 2008?> Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
"I don’t want to return home, I don’t want to return home,” I repeated to myself as I sat with my two bags of luggage at the Cambridge Railway Station. My knocker was filled with thoughts of the petty manners, stifling etiquette, and empty conversation that I would have to endure back home at the Howard Estate in York. Oh, how I despised such trifles! Almost at every turn in Howard one would encounter a stately young lady burning inside with a desire that could only be fulfilled through marriage, at least in those times, the 1920’s. I wanted absolutely nothing to do with those locusts who wanted me for my parents’ extravagant wealth and old name. I wouldn’t have wanted anything to do with the stuffy old buggers anyway: they did not tickle my fancy, one might say. The gushing young women who often stayed as guests at my family’s estate were not the only reason I so dreadfully loathed the thought of returning to York—the women were only one small part of the stuffiness there. My family followed the old English idea that affluence and stateliness must necessarily lead to behaving overly traditional; or, in other words, to act like complete arses. I have disagreed with them ever since I was a young lad, but of course could never bring myself to vocalize those sentiments. To do so would undoubtedly have lead to any number of unwanted consequences, such ...
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Doctor Story 1
Posted on: March 08, 2008?> Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
I had to go to the doctors office to have an examination for life insurance. I figured it would be a routine check-up because I'm in good health for 43 years old and I lift weights to stay in shape. I had never been to this doctor before and I didn't know his name or how old he was or anything. Naturally I feel a little uncomfortable with a new doctor when I know I'm going to have to be almost naked in front of him. I got called into the room by the male nurse who told me to take off all my clothes except my underwear. I wore my boxer shorts today because they covered more of my body. As I walked into the exam room I saw two more male nurses walking around the doctors office. I did not see a single female nurse in the place which I thought was kind of strange. I took off my clothes and sat on the exam table waiting for the doctor. When he came in I was relieved to see he was an older gentlemen in his 60's. A nice looking guy with graying hair. He seemed quite professional giving me little reason to feel embarrassed in front of him. He performed the normal set of exam procedures and then he asked me to stand up in front of him while he sat on a little stool. He spread his legs and pulled me a little closer to him and ...
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Eye Candy
Posted on: March 08, 2008?> Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
Marty looked at the digital clock on his dashboard. His cock stirred in anticipation. He tossed his half eaten bologna sandwich back into his lunch tote and turned down the volume on the stereo. Beads of sweat formed on his brow. It had to be at least 90 degrees; he was crazy to be sitting in his car. The air was muggy, but he was determined.“Come on, what’s taking so long,” he muttered out loud.He shifted his erection from one side to the other. After a few more minutes he finally heard the slow hum of the bus. The brakes on the bus came alive at the desolate bus stop. Eagerly he watched the people exiting.As usual he was the last one to get off the bus. His backpack carelessly slung over one shoulder he looked around. Did he know I was watching him? Marty wondered. He slumped lower into his seat and lightly brushed his hand over his burgeoning erection. The muscular stud tossed his gym bag by his feet and leaned against the side of the bus stop. His tank top barely covered his muscular pecs.Marty took a sip of his lukewarm cola and began to massage his hard on. His mind raced with all of the things he wanted to do to him. For the past month he had been spending every lunch hour fantasizing about him. Marty wondered if he would ever get the courage to speak to him. He shook the thoughts from his head. A ...
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A Gift?
Posted on: March 08, 2008?> Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
He was there every Thursday evening. I was going around to meetings like this one—a regular support group meeting on depression in men, held at a local church hall—for the whole semester as part of my practicum assignment. When he had first arrested my attention, he was sitting four pews in front of me and across the aisle. I saw him in three-quarters profile, as he was concentrating hard on the speaker of the day. I remember thinking how handsome he was - handsome and sad-looking. He could have been anything between forty and fifty, I suppose. The pepper-gray, neatly trimmed hair on his head and in his beard and mustache leaned me toward fifty, but his sharp features and the fact that he seemed to have been depressed for some time indicated that he might be considerably younger and just was slowly giving up on life. Not that he had given up on himself. He looked in good trim and always wore well-pressed sports shirts and khaki pants. I don't know what made my attention always return to him on those evenings. Maybe it was that he was always paying such close attention but never asked a question or made a comment of his own. Or maybe it was that little gold earring he wore in his left ear, catching the light off the chandeliers high overhead whenever he turned his head, catching my attention at the periphery of my vision. He seemed apart from the others around us, and ...
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