Copyright 2010 Sticky Pen. All Rights Reserved http://www.stickypen.com en-us Fri, 19 Mar 2010 16:49:12 -0400 webmaster@stickypen.com Lusty Liaisons http://www.stickypen.com/Stories/Lusty_Liaisons/A-Special-Fitting_1782 Lusty Liaisons Tue, 03 Oct 2006 16:59:26 -0400
I had been working a second job part time a few nights a week to earn some extra money for the holidays. I was working at a little tuxedo shop. It wasn't difficult. All I had to do was give tuxedos to men who came in to pick them up or measure them if they came in for a fitting. It was not a busy place. Nice and easy. Perfect for a second job. The shop was located in one of those small outdoor strip malls. Besides the tuxedo shop there were only three other stores, a nail salon, a printing shop and a Chinese take out restaurant. Needless to say there was never much activity anywhere in the mall. It was about 8:00, an hour before closing, when I heard the bell above the door ding. I looked up and saw the most amazing sight. He was 6'2", broad and muscular. His build resembled that of a power lifter. Covering his frame was a brown bomber jacket and tan khaki’s, which strained against his thighs with each step. His hair a light almost white blond and was cut into a military style flat top. His neck was thick as a tree trunk and square. His complexion was fair, his checks red from windburn. He stepped up to the counter and I realized my jaw was hanging open. I composed myself and smiled as he said, in one of the huskiest, sexiest voices I had ever heard, "I'm here for a ...

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“Does it ever stop raining around here?” I wondered to myself. The three weeks I’ve lived in Washington, it hasn’t stopped raining yet. Maybe this is a bad sign, like when it rains before a wedding. Bad luck is the last thing I need now. I’ve been in the foster system since I was about eight - too old to be adopted and I misbehaved too much to ever find a foster family willing to put up with me for more then a month. So here I was, on my 18th birthday and getting moved again. We pulled up to an old Victorian home, which served as a halfway house for orphaned teens who had reached the legal age. It was a typical place - bikes everywhere, messy yard. I couldn’t expect much from these people. We all went in - me and the social workers. We had a chat at the kitchen table. I wasn’t paying attention. It was the same old, same old. “Don’t run away. Obey the rules. Make this easy on yourself.” Yeah, yeah, yeah. I heard what sounded like thunder, but it was just about eight other young men. They all filtered into the kitchen, searching for food. By the look of some of them, they never stopped eating. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw one more coming down the stairs. He was tall and built like an athlete, hopefully a swimmer. It would have been a shame to cover his body ...

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The darkness of the movie theater was perfect for two teenage boys just discovering their attraction to each other. My best friend Arnold and I had known each other since I moved to this town in the eighth grade. Since then we had been inseparable but it wasn’t until senior year that we found our attraction to each other. It was all very innocent. I had just broken up with my girlfriend and Arnold decided we should have a guy’s night like we used to.That night we rented some movies, video games and got some take out. We had everything for a night of fun. In his room we piled on his bed and settled in for the night. We started off playing video games and after eight straight wins in a row, I did my victory dance to which he responded by hitting me in the face with his pillow. Of course I had to retaliate, and we started pillow fighting and tumbling around until exhausted, we both fell on the bed, breathless. His head rested on my chest and for the first time I noticed his facial features. For a guy, he was very attractive. As he tried to get up his hand brushed past my crotch, I think on purpose, although he swore it wasn’t so. Instantly, I got a hard on. His hand slid over my crotch again, this time stopping at my semi hard cock. For some reason I didn’t jump back, I wanted him to ...

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I had regularly used his massage services when I was in town, about once a quarter. His place was in a business park, kind of off the beaten path, but he knew his stuff and had pretty much always been available when I called at the last minute. My schedule when on the road wasn't my own, and I frequently ended up the day very late, with no plans other than to get some dinner and hit the bed, wiped out from a full day of negotiations. I had originally called his number with the thought that a good massage could drain some of the day's tensions and give me a little relaxation. He had come through very well, and became my regular solace after a frustrating day while in this particular town. Tony had always been able to make an appointment available for me when I called, even though it was usually late. I showed up on time that night, and as usual I was his last appointment. He locked the front office door as we went into his back room where the massage bed was. He told me to get comfortable as he finished up a few things out front. In the dim lights of the room I removed my clothes and mentally looked forward to the relaxing touch I knew his hands would bring. After the first couple of appointments I had become used to fully stripping for my massages with Tony. I laid face down on the ...

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Like all cars, every now and then they develop an irritating noise that can only be corrected by a trip to the shop. Disgusted with the irritant, I scheduled my repair visit and checked in the car. As I was waiting for the courtesy van to take me back to the office, I had the chance to look around at the macho crew of mechanics and the men who cared for cars. Enough to make you drool! And in addition, there was a guy that was checking out at the customer service desk that provided an extra drool factor. A few years older then me, he was in his forties no doubt, but in far better physical condition with the trim body of a well-tuned athlete. His hair was dark and cropped flat-top close which gave the immediate impression of a marine but his navy blue suit, white shirt, and designer tie gave no hint of military. His smile was wide and white as he flirted with the gal that was taking his money, and he had an easy laugh. The kind of guy that immediately catches your eye, then makes you jealous of all that he has.He sauntered by me, paused and asked the obvious, was I waiting for the van? When I complained about the waiting time, he asked which direction I might be going and then he smiled that wonderful smile again and said he was heading that way and ...

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LOVE IN THE AIR"Boarding pass?"I couldn't stop staring at him. He was gorgeous. It was hard to tell how old he was, but I would guess at early to mid-twenties. Five foot ten, dark hair, blue eyes and astoundingly good-looking... just my kinda guy."Sir?"Her voice brought me hurtling back to reality. She was collecting boarding passes and helpfully had her hand held out."Sorry," I muttered, red with embarrassment, as I handed her my boarding pass and walked towards the jetty, ready to board the plane. I turned around and took another look at him, stood there at the back of the queue. I hadn't noticed previously, but there was a girl next to him and as I looked they exchanged a brief kiss. Bollocks! Why are the cutest ones always straight? And worse still, attached. It was the story of my life. I sighed to myself and carried on walking down the jetty, focusing my thoughts instead on the great time I'd just had in New York, where I'd gone to see a mate who was working out there. We'd had a week full of shopping, sightseeing, drinking and clubbing, and there had been one night I'd had an unexpectedly better time than I'd bargained for in one of the gay clubs.But that was over now and it was time to return to my normal, humdrum everyday life. Once on the plane, I took my seat (a window seat as always) and observed the steady stream of passengers walking down the ...

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CC’s Redneck PubIf you are a Northerner ("Nawthunah”) or a Foreigner (“Furunur”), you might not truly understand what I call a totally redneck bar. There may be some kind of equivalent up North, or maybe in an English Pub, but for the life of me, I do not think so. Believe me, I used to live up North, and I have been to England, and I never saw one to equal our Redneck Pubs in the South.Even a lot of Southerners have not experienced the delights of being in a real redneck bar. The reason for that is that no “gentleman” would ever go into one, even if he knew exactly what it was and where it was. By the way, we have a lot of definitions around here for a “gentleman” but the one that is generally accepted is the one that I like the best: “a gentleman is a man who gets out of the shower to take a pee.” Now I regard myself as being from a fairly good family, but even I would not qualify as a gentleman under that definition.My favorite redneck pub is one that is just on the edge of town, but still on the main drag, which is the most prominent street in the community. Somehow the little bar has survived the encroaching development and remains as untouched now as it ever was. The exterior is painted a dark burgundy shade, and there is white ...

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“The Rain”It was a cold and dark night on the empty highway. I was driving over the mountains trying to get home before my wife’s birthday the next day. Little did I know a hunky young mountain man was about to change my plans and my life. I have had lustful thoughts about men over the years but had never acted upon them until now.About a mile back a hard pounding rain had begun to fall. Poor visibility had brought my pace down to crawl. As I rounded a sharp curve a loud bang shot from the back of the car. I grabbed hard on the wheel to get control as I skidded to stop at the shoulder. Of all the luck, a flat. Not wanting to get soaked I sat in the car for a few minutes hoping the rain would let up, but it didn’t.I opened the trunk to find the spare was missing. The rain soaked me as I stared in disbelief into the space where the tire should be. I couldn’t believe my luck. I didn’t know what I was going to do. I have only seen three other cars in the last hour. Cell phone service is nonexistent up here so I couldn’t call for help. I got back into the car, hit the emergency flashers and prayed that someone would come along.I didn’t have to wait for long. Ten minutes later an old pick up pulled up in front of me. Grateful for the change ...

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Hitting the ShowersBy Kiernan KellyI'm thirteen years old. Not physically, of course – I've been walking this planet for twenty-five years – but mentally. I'm absolutely adolescent when it comes to sex. Not doing it – I'm hardly a virgin – but talking about it never fails to reduce me into a snickering kid, blushing and sporting wood at the same time. This tends to be a problem in my line of work. I'm a pitcher for a minor league baseball team, and any guy who's ever played on a team knows what happens between players after a game. There's a reason they call it "locker room" language, you know. It never fails. We'll trot into the locker room, sweaty, dirty, euphoric if we've won, pissed-off if we didn't, and hit the showers. Jerseys are stripped off, cleats tossed, pants dropped, cups removed. Suddenly there's naked man-flesh everywhere, and all of it's honed and chiseled. Chests and backs covered with a slick sheen of sweat, asses twitching, cocks bobbing; balls hanging low…you get the picture. Add to that the bawdy talk, the towel-snapping and ass-swatting, and you can imagine my discomfort. Within minutes, I'm giggling like a schoolgirl and trying to hide an erection that's so hard I could use it to hit a home run.That's the crux of my problem. I'm gay, and being in a roomful of naked, ripped men takes me straight – no pun intended - to my happy place. I try to be the first one ...

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There comes that time in young man's life that he learns which path he's going to take. Mine came when I hit about the seventeen year mark. I was beginning to notice good looking, sexy hot men, and for some reason I liked slightly older guys. Now by older I don't mean sixty to seventy year olds, although they probably enjoy sex with younger guys, too. But I was not just noticing men; I was desiring them in a sexual way.No, I was more into guys about seven to ten years older than myself, and of course my own age. I had graduated High School, preparing to go to college, and trying to work that summer and make some extra cash to purchase a car with. I was putting a few bucks back and doing alright, I was doing odd jobs, yards, cleaning out garages, helping around different, construction sites etc.,I was really quite physically fit. I had kept myself up physically and had been on the football squad, playing sports in High School. I thought I had a really nice build on me, and I was no stranger to hard labor either -- my Dad saw to that as we grew up. Dad was a construction engineer and worked for this large engineering firm, and he had about twenty or so younger men working under him. I guess you would say he was a foreman or supervisor or something like that. Now there were ...

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