Blackmail
Posted on: May 17, 2008?> Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
I was working for a van and storage company. My job was to handle claims, which I was good at; the boss really liked how I handled clients. I had worked for the company for 5 years and each year, because of my good work, I got a sizable raise in salary.We had a couple of office parties each year and families were invited to attend with the boss picking up the tab for the entire party. Drinks, hors d'ouvres and entree's were all included, always at a very nice restaurant.On one occasion, it was getting late and the boss' daughter Meg wanted to go home. The boss and his wife had to stay until the bitter end and since I was a little tired, I offered to take Meg home. Little did I know Meg had other plans for me. On our way to her house, Meg started feeling my leg and made a quite obvious pass at me. I, being an all American boy, did not resist the pass and it ended up with the two of us in bed, having wild sex.A month passed by and Meg called to tell me she was pregnant and because I was the only one she had slept with, she knew it was my child. Meg didn't want to tell her folks but she did want to have the child. I asked her if she wanted to marry me to give the child ...
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Inmate Construction Crew
Posted on: May 17, 2008?> Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
I recently bought a big old house in the middle of nowhere in rural Virginia. I had been transferred to the area a year ago by my company, a textile manufacturer, and was offered a hefty salary and bonus to remain there in management at a small plant, which was out in real rural country. The “backwoods” folk took some getting used to, they are friendly enough, but I haven’t had much of a social life. It’s okay, the money is really good. I’m a 32-year-old gay guy who is from the suburbs of a big city. I haven’t had a steady relationship in a long time, there are literally no other like minded men out here but I kind of like the peace and quiet. I exercise by jogging in the country and I am pretty fit, except I think my ass is still a bit big. It has some jiggle to it since I spend a lot of time sitting in front of a computer, snacking too much and making out reports for our corporate office. Anyway, after I bought the house, I knew I wanted to do some fixing up on the inside and it also needed some structural repairs to the roof, rafters and rear foundation. I am not a “manly” fix-it guy, I usually stay in the office ...
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Brazilian Soccer Team Balling
Posted on: May 16, 2008?> Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
Pete and I had just finished playing a couple of sets of tennis at the club and had sat down at a big table, courtside, for a beer before showering and leaving. Suddenly, five Latin hunks - all bulging muscles and steamy looks - descended on the court. We'd been told that members of a visiting Brazilian soccer team had signed up for the court after us, and I reasoned that these must be that lot. I could clearly see that they were all beautiful, with tanned bodies and broad pearly white teeth, as two of the hunks took to the court while the other three, after asking politely for permission in charming broken English, took the empty seats at the table Pete and I were sitting at. The three at the table introduced themselves as Filipe, Thieago, and Rafael. They told us the two on the court were the team offensive stars, Gustavo and Raimondo.I quickly assessed all five and found all five to my liking - no, to my loving. I could already feel my cock stir. Gustavo was the only blond among the lot, and I wondered if he had some German blood in him. Whatever the case, he was just as heavily muscled and hunky as the rest of the lot.Pete got a little peeved when he said he thought it was time for the two of us to hit the showers and I said I wanted to stay around and watch the Brazilians hit the ball ...
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Bum Chums Have Fun In The Sun
Posted on: May 16, 2008?> Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
Bum Chums Have Fun In The SunMartin’s palms felt sweaty as he got off the bus and started the long descent down to the beach, and his heart pounded away inhis ribcage. It was like being caught with his hand in the cookie jar; just being in the proximity of "the beach" made him feel likehe was committing some grave sin, but his lust and desire and excitement drove him on.He had been travelling all day: first he took a bus from the sheep station he lived on down to the railway station and from there hada long journey into the city. Then he had to catch another bus outto where he believed "the beach" to be. And all to lose his cherry.At twenty five he was still a virgin and desperate to do somethingto change that situation.He had heard that there was this beach where men went to swim in thenude and to eye each other up. That first time, when he read thosewords, he was so fucking horny he had sat in the outhouse for over an hour and wanked himself silly until his balls ached and his fleshy, uncut cock was rubbed raw. He couldn’t believe that there was such a place:what were those city folk like! But then he had started researchingit on the internet, on his boss’ computer when he wasn’t looking, and there it was with a map and directions and everything. There was even a picture of a guy getting bum fucked rightthere on ...
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A Group Challenge
Posted on: May 15, 2008?> Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
My cousin lived in farm country and had a close group of buddies. They were teasing one summer afternoon about how far each had gotten with a girl. That soon had them openly teasing each other about the size of their equipment and making extensive claims about the size of their own dicks. Of course they had all seen each other naked, but they all boasted that their erect cocks were much larger than when hanging limp. As the boasts continued my cousin saw an opportunity and decided to challenge them. He said he figured he could identify each one of them blindfolded just by touching them from the waist down, and that he was willing to make a bet - that if he lost, and couldn'tcorrectly identify all six of them that way, he would give each one of them a blow job. But if he won, they would each have to suck him off! Well, that's a challenge bound to get any hormone-riddled teenager excited. They took off together for a spot they knew nearby. They each had taken off their shirts already during the hot afternoon, and they gathered around in a circle with my cousin in the middle and he got down on his knees. They carefully tied a blindfold around him and each tested that he couldn't see out of it. He then told them to strip completely and gather around him, all facing him.They carefully stripped and sneaked quietly to different positions around him and ...
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The New Guy
Posted on: May 15, 2008?> Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
Jack had been driving for 4 hours straight on his way home from college. He was getting really sick of driving and needed a rest so he stopped at a rest stop. He had always heard about rest stops being a bit shady at night but he really needed a break. When he got there he noticed several cars in the parking lot but he didn’t see any people. It was late so he thought it was strange that there were many cars there. Then jack walked into the lobby of the rest stop where there were a few benches and the bathrooms. He noticed a man standing at the entrance to the men’s room as he approached. The man looked to be in his 40’s and in good shape. Jack started to walk in when the man said, “Are you the new guy?” Jack wasn’t sure what he meant so he just said, “Yeah, I’m the new guy.” He was nervous but he was also curious what was going on inside the men’s room. “ They’re expecting you,” the man said. Jack walked in and was shocked at what he saw. In the back of the men’s room there was a large shower like in a locker room. About 8 men were gathered around naked watching something but he couldn’t see what. The men were different ages, probably 20’s - 40’s then one of the men saw him. “ Hey, it’s the new guy, come over here ” he motioned ...
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At the Construction Site
Posted on: May 14, 2008?> Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
At The Construction SiteBy Robbie,The Gay NarratorI work for a firm of Chandlers. Yes, I know that originally meant candle makers, but I am using the modern meaning, that being anything to do with ships, yachts, boats and the like.We had supplied eight large mooring fenders (each one 75cm thick by 100cm wide by 100cm deep to a new office block, which was being built on the north bank of the River Thames just outside London. It was a prestige building and it was their intention to ferry their VIP visitors by river from the centre of London to their offices. We were given a deadline for delivery, which we had bettered and delivered two weeks early. Unfortunately due to a spell of bad weather completion of construction had been delayed and when it came to finalising the moorings the new fenders had gone missing on site. My company had received payment for them and they asked me to make a site visit to see if I could locate them before we set about making replacements.I was extremely impressed as I pulled up outside the building at 11am on Friday morning. It really was magnificent and I could see that no money had been spared in fitting it out.The new owners were due to take possession in a few days time and there were only a few construction workers still on site. I went to the prefab marked “Site Office” and the Site Manager ...
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In the Army Now
Posted on: May 14, 2008?> Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
One Army posting took me to a remote area in the southwest, miles from civilization. When a few of us could get away we would hit the closest town, get drunk and cruise a little, looking for some action. And typically we didn't get much, but since it was a long way back to the base we often piled into a motel room and crashed to sleep it off. One of the guys was a little less inhibited than the others and one of these nights as he stumbled out of his clothes he decided he needed some release from the sexual frustrations of the evening. So he stood there by the bed in a fairly cramped room and started waving his tool around, saying things like, "Man, I just gotta get off tonight or I'll bust".The other three of us were half undressed anyway, and just watched him start to play with himself we finished stripping and quickly got hard too. Within a few minutes we had a real circle jerk going, accompanied by guttural grunts and groans of pleasure we sorta cheered each other on. I was having a great time! Steve, who originated the action, had worked as a lumberjack since he was young, and had an exceptionally developed chest and arms. His muscled legs stood out too, as he bent slightly to get into the action. The room quickly took on that smell of man juice as we pumped. Now I had seen a few group masturbation ...
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They Took My Ass and My Keys
Posted on: May 13, 2008?> Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
They Took My Ass and My Keys A fictional story by Theo Kevin was unusually restless this evening. Delivering RV’s from state to state wasn’t an easy task and could at times be boring. Knowing that restlessness could quickly turn to boredom, he knew it was time to pull over and get something to eat and sleep for the night. Within one half of an hour, he spotted a truck stop. Thinking of a hot meal, he pulled the thirty five-foot diesel pusher in between two big rigs. Walking into the restaurant, and seeing all the big-bellied truckers, Kevin knew what his restlessness was. Ordering his food to go, he began to feel stirring a little farther down than his stomach. Looking at all the big bellies covered by tight stretched tee shirts was making him hungry for more than the greasy fried chicken he had ordered. Disappointed that he was too nervous to make any moves, he trudged back to the R.V. and resigned himself to bad food, a quick jerk off, and some restless sleep.Sitting at the table with just his shorts on, and the light from his small laptop, Kevin hadn’t noticed that the original truck on the passenger side was gone and another one was pulling in. He did however, notice when a big behemoth of a man jumped down from the cab. With an audible sigh, Kevin could only stare at the huge trucker standing by his rig. He must have been at least 6'6" and ...
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Class Reunion
Posted on: May 13, 2008?> Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
I had joined one of those class reunion websites and I found out that there was a 10-year reunion being planned for my graduating class. I sent an email to the person who was organizing the reunion, saying that I would like to attend. The response was almost immediate and the bookings for the motel next to where the reunion was being held were all but filled. However, they did have one vacancy left in a room with three other guys from my class. I immediately took it. I only lived about a hundred miles from where the reunion was to take place. So, the day of the reunion, I headed down to the town and was at the reunion site at 6:00 PM. I checked in at the table and was assigned my room next door at the motel. I got my luggage out of the car and headed for the room. I knocked on the room door and there was no answer. So, I opened it and found there was one piece of luggage already there, but no one in sight. There was a list of names on the desk that said who would be in that room. I picked it up and saw Ronald Marsh, Robert Henson, Herbert Armstrong and me, Jason Richards. I recognized the other three guys names and recalled what each had looked like 10 years earlier. Ron Marsh was one of the school’s top football players and was built like a Mac truck. Bob ...
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A Morning on the Beach
Posted on: April 19, 2008?> Copyright © 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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In The Locker Room
Posted on: March 17, 2008?> Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
Ever wondered what being in the locker room with two of the hottest guys in the school is like?When you’re young and a repressed gay man because you don’t think your parents will accept you then you love the time you spend in the school locker room. For me I couldn’t hold my self in wondering what wonderful toned young bodies I would encounter and how I could cover up my hard on at the sight. As per usual we lined up out side, by this time I was already slightly hard with anticipation, ready to go in. I tried to suppress the thoughts of hardcore sex on the benches and against the metal lockers or in the showers and succeeded if only for a short time. Upon entering the changing rooms I was told that because of the heavy rain that morning the teacher would be late and that we should all wait here until such time that he would arrive. Most of the people left to go do other things and of course because I had so much work did the same but as I went to leave I was pulled by two sets of hands round the corner to the showers and a hand put over my mouth and eyes. I heard every one leave and the door shut. After a moment the door opened and I heard the heavy, reverberating footsteps of the normal teacher. "Hello" he said in his booming, controlling and harsh baritone voice ...
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The Park
Posted on: March 17, 2008?> Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
I had never considered myself to be bi, much less gay, but more and more I had this craving for cock. It was to the point that I couldn’t go to the gym’s locker room without staring at all the different guys. It was all I could do not to grab someone and start sucking on their tool. My obsession with guys started from watching porn. Every time my girlfriend and I would watch a movie, I would always find myself concentrating more on the guys than anything else. The men in porn are all so different, some of them have huge thick cocks while others are more average like me, but one thing’s for sure there’s far more variety than pussy. Pussy is all the same. The only time I would look at the girls would be to see their facial expressions as these massive guys plowed them. At first they looked to be in so much pain but that pain soon turned to pleasure and they were begging for more and more until their pussies were dripping with cum. I also loved to watch them suck on a guy’s tool, exploring them with their mouths until they got rewarded with creamy mouthfuls. My cock ached at the thought of bringing a guy to climax. A while back, a buddy of mine at work had mentioned something about a park where guys, or as he called them “fags”, would go cruising for other dudes. ...
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'Initiation'
Posted on: March 16, 2008?> Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
I was picked up by a guy in an open top Porsche. He was older than me and had dark blonde hair, a strong thick neck and what looked like a beautifully hard chest under an open necked shirt. We chatted and he would look at me occasionally, and I felt that his eyes scanned over my body before returning to the road. He turned off the highway saying we could take a more scenic route to his town where I could then continue onto the highway. We drove through some beautiful country and now and again he would touch me on the shoulder to point out a building of note or the antics of a group of animals. We laughed and relaxed in each other’s company. Our eye contact became electric for me and, with a nervous constriction in my chest, I touched his thigh to point out a fantastic swathe of wildflowers in a meadow. Before I could remove my hand he put his over mine, gave me a quick glance and a wicked grin as he slid my hand further up his thigh and cupped it over his crotch. I felt so excited and my own cock was bursting to be released from its cramped erection. Emboldened, I massaged his bulging crotch and slid my other hand into his shirt, undid another button, and ran my hand over his chest and stomach. I was not ‘green’ but I had never been in a situation like this before, and ...
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The Performance
Posted on: March 16, 2008?> Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
It was different with Cole. He took me places and bought me things and always had little surprises waiting for me when I came over. I saw him constantly and sometimes he would pick me up for lunch and I would feast on his cock as he drove to wherever we were going to eat. It was amazing and I never tired of the taste of his cock.One night after I sucked him to orgasm we laid in his bed and talked.“You never seem to get tired of sucking, do you?”“No,” I answered. “It’s what turns me on most.”“Why do you think that is?” I shrugged as I ran my fingers down the channel in his stomach. “I’m not sure. From the moment I first saw Matt’s cock it just started to haunt me. I’d had a few girlfriends who enjoyed doing it and it kind of made me curious. I wanted to try it. And when I did I really enjoyed it.” I looked up. “There’s just something about having a big cock in my mouth. The way it feels when it throbs.” Cole was watching me. He seemed to have something on his mind.“What is it?” I asked.“I just want to make sure you’re happy. You know, getting what you need.”“I am.” But inside I suspected there was a deeper meaning. “What about you Cole? Are you getting what you need?”“Oh god James.” He reached out and caressed my face. “Of course I am. You’re the best.”I hesitated. “But ...
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Sailors on Leave
Posted on: March 15, 2008?> Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
SAILORS ON LEAVEThis is a true story of my first time.My brother was five years older and was in the Navy. He had come into Treasure Island in San Francisco and our Mom and I went to greet the ship. He yelled down from the deck to Mom and asked if he could bring a couple of shipmates to our house as they all had an overnight leave pass. Mom yelled back to bring them along. We went on home and about 2 hours later, my brother and 12 of his shipmates showed up with bags of groceries, bags of beer and carrying their civies in duffle bags. After changing into their civies, the festive remainder of the day began. Drinking beer, eating food that they had brought. There were young men all over the house.The evening set in, a couple of the guys passed out on the sofa and easy chair. A couple passed out on the floor just using their duffle bags as pillows. My brothers bedroom had a double bed and I only had a single bed in my bedroom but, they figured 2 could sleep in his bed and they would have one guy bunk in with me.I was sound asleep when I felt the bed move as a young sailor crawled into my bed wearing his white boxer shorts and t-shirt. I looked at my clock and it read 2:30 am. I could barely see what he looked like by the street light that was reflecting ...
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First Anal
Posted on: March 15, 2008?> Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
As I was sitting across from him, I felt an odd desire in my groin, something I had felt before but not this strong. We were all sitting around playing a game and drinking; things were coming to a close though as it was 3am. Since I was a guest, I assumed that I was sleeping in the living room, but he offered to let me sleep with him in his room.“Sure, why not,” I said, as my cock was stirring below.So back to his room we went, both of us eager. He closed the door behind me, making sure to not make any noise. He turned around and looked at me, both of us radiating lust and hunger. Before I knew it, our lips were locked and our tongues exploring. He started undressing me, expertly guiding his hands. By this time I was rock hard, feeling like I was going to pop out of my pants before he got them off.“I want to suck your cock!” I said, panting in lust.“Are you sure?” he asked. “I thought you were straight.”“I like sucking on cock.”He pulled off his clothes, and there was his seven-inch cock, rock hard and ready for some sucking. By this time my cock was throbbing and ready for some action too, so I started kneeling down to suck on his cock.“Hold on, let’s get in a sixty-nine on the bed.”“Ok, whatever you want.”Once on the bed, I started on him like I was trying to ...
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British Brothers Buggered on the Bolivian Border
Posted on: March 15, 2008?> Copyright © 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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Adam, Part 4: Workout Tease
Posted on: March 15, 2008?> Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
Adam Higgins loved the summer. Not just for the warm weather but because both his parents worked and when they were gone he had the run of the house. This being the first summer after high school graduation, Adam knew that there wouldn't be many more summers this free and easy. With that thought in mind, he decided to make the most of this one. During his high school days Adam always managed to keep a lean, well-defined build due to his many extracurricular activities on many of his school’s various sports teams and thankfully to good genes. Not to mention the fact that he had been blessed with an amazingly round, perky, bubble butt that just seemed to call out and beg to be ogled. But, this summer Adam decided he wanted to put on a little more bulk so he bought himself a set of weights and a bench that he set up in the garage. To Adam's way of thinking this accomplished two things; number one - he would get a good work out, and number two - he'd get to perform for Mr. Hopkiss. Mr. Hopkiss was Adam's neighbor. He was about 50 years old or so and Adam found him incredibly sexy. He had determined that by the end of summer he would get his older neighbor into bed. Whenever Adam swam in the pool or lay out in the sun, there was Mr. Hopkiss watching and leering at him. But, he never showed any signs ...
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August Drama
Posted on: March 14, 2008?> Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
“It sure is warm out for being 2 in the morning.” I said as me and my two friends walked down the dark, forest path. “I hope the water is warm.” Eric said. I saw the trees above me open into stars. The swollen river and distant water falls filled my head with a deep roar as I approached the bank. Night swimming was becoming our new favorite summer activity. “Race you guys to the other side!” I said as I bolted for the river, stripping my shorts and boxers off. The water was a comfortable temperature as I swam across the fast moving river. It was a beautiful night, the moon was full and the air was thick and warm. Perfect for skinny dipping! I reached the sand on the other side and enjoyed the heat it held from the day’s sun. Zach was the last to sprawl out naked on the sand next to me, breathing heavy. The three of us lay there catching our breath starring at the stars.“We should swim over to those big rocks in the middle of the river.” Zach suggested. “They probably are still really warm from the sun.”I was the first to agree and stand up. Zach and Eric followed and we walked side by side in the sand.“Dude, all I can see is floating butts.” Eric said referring to the way the un-tanned portion of our bodies seemed to float ...
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Exposed
Posted on: March 14, 2008?> Copyright © 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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Horny Thug Sucks Cock Gangsta Style
Posted on: March 13, 2008Horny thugs sucking cock gangsta style!!! Damn these fuckas are hot!! Holla!
Coach and the Snowstorm
Posted on: March 13, 2008?> Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
This is a story based upon real events and can be considered as totally true. It happened pretty much this way. Like a lot of guys in these stories, I could have lusted after the football coaches if I had had much contact with them, but most of my time was spent with the basketball staff. My lanky frame had taken time to develop into a tall coordinated athletic status but by the time that I had hit senior year, I was doing well as a starter on the b-ball team. And basketball was king. In central Illinois, not far from the hot spots in Indiana where they make movies with Gene Hackman where the little Cinderella teams in Indiana always seem to end up being the sentimental winner….well, we were a little Cinderella team also, and we were damned good, even if we were not in Indiana. The five of us starters played well together, and we had been playing together for years. Our coach was fairly new to the community, not yet thirty years old, and was the Assistant Principal at the high school as well as being head coach for the team. He was also tall, at 6’4”, and very personable. Handsome. Blonde. Muscular. He looked really good in the sleeveless jersey with nice biceps and pecs that were on display when he scrimmaged and all of us guys liked him in our own way. My way included a physical admiration. My Dad was a strong supporter, and ...
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First Thing's First
Posted on: March 13, 2008?> Copyright © 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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