Copyright 2008 Sticky Pen. All Rights Reserved http://www.stickypen.com en-us Fri, 23 May 2008 12:10:30 -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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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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“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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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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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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I was late out of the gym, perhaps 9:30pm, and showering as usual. Thirsty, but saving my thirst for that first delicious cold beer on the way home. A cute guy was there, about 22, standing with the other guys out of the pool, but I didn’t notice him till they had gone. Sleek, young, the soap and water running over his skin and making it shine. While he wasn’t looking, I had a discrete stare. Eye candy, an unexpected treat at the end of a long, tedious work-out. OK, let me admit it. One of the attractions of the sports centre was the changing room and the showers, the chance to be around naked, well-toned bodies, the simple pleasure of watching, innocently; none of the tension and attitude and pressure that hung around gay saunas. Here, guys were natural, and as far as I could assume, totally straight. It was not the place or the time or the person to try anything on. There were bars and other haunts and websites where I could get my sex partners. I knew that my cute guy was unavailable, but it was always nice to stare discretely, take in the view, get that nice warm feeling, and take that image home to keep me warm later. The faint traces of a tan. His buttocks, firm, smooth, his rump deliciously fuckable. A masculine, hard edge to his shoulders, his movements relaxed and spontaneous, unselfconscious. Swinging round, a defined chest, a slightly ...

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I knew when I saw the new black metallic BMW Z4 in the parking lot she had landed a big fish. I just couldn’t figure out how she did it. I laughed to myself as I ran a finger across the finish, it was cleaner than the sheets the guy was fucking on I thought to myself. I was just back from University for the summer, well, hopefully not for long. Staying with my family over the summer was not my idea of a good time, but I had lost my job and my roommate, Tyler had kicked me out for non-payment of rent. Actually I think it had more to do with the fact he found me with Melanie. Not cool since he and I had a sexual relationship as well. Left with just a change of clothes in my backpack, my stuff now belongs to him. Well, one of my shoes went flying past my head as I was leaving. And since it was no longer a pair, I decided he could retrieve it from the hallway. Melanie and I are over too, Tyler made it pretty clear to her we were together. I think I will have a bruise on my cheek where she slugged me, if I don’t already. Coming home will be a total surprise for everyone I thought to myself, but it turned out to be a bigger surprise for me. Opening up the door to my bedroom, nothing was left to the imagination as ...

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I was very excited to be moving into a new house. It was perfect for me and my life style. The house was at the end of a long block of houses and I only had a neighbor to one side and just woods in the back. My neighbors Bob and Carol were a couple in the late 50’s early 60’s. He was retired from the Post Office and Carol worked part time somewhere. They had one son, a 26 year old who was attending college on the west coast. I met Bob and Carol right after I moved in and we became good neighbors. I really liked them both however had absolutely no physical attraction to Bob. He wasn’t my type at all and honestly I don’t think he had any interest in men. I had moved in around October and never met their son till the following spring. This is a story of how we met and of course what we did! It was in May that I got to meet Erik. I had just arrived home after a long day and Bob was out tending to his lawn. As I got out of the car I noticed that helping him was this young guy. At first I didn’t put two plus two together until Bob called me over. “I’d like you to meet my son, Erik” he said. “Erik this is Jay our new neighbor.” Erik came over and put out his hand to shake and muttered a ...

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“Lucas”The ex marine oozed raw masculinity although his personality was a little immature. An air of sex seemed to cloud around him. I knew from first sight I wanted him. I cruised by Alex’s place to see what was going on. I was bored and needed to find something to do. Alex was a good bet because there were always people over ensuring a party was going to start at any time. I sank into the sofa a little disappointed nobody was hanging out. A few minutes later he walked down the stairs. He was at least 6’ 5” with a wave of soft dishwater blonde curls falling to his ears. His perfectly structured face was highlighted by a reddish goatee and bright blue eyes. He was lean but his loose fitting jeans and flannel shirt gave no hint to what lie beneath. His deep voice commanded the room. He stomped around the room taking swigs off a bottle of Jack. He was rough and a little redneck but that only fed my desire.I couldn’t keep my eyes off him. With every move he made I hoped for a chance to see a hint of skin. The top couple of buttons of his shirt were open but no hair was visible. Finally he stood up to get a beer. When he returned to room he set stretched his arms above his head. His flannel shirt slid up reveling a flat stomach with a thick line of bushy red hair running towards ...

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John was an easy-going Irish bastard, a romantic. And openly gay, yes, though no-one mentioned it. At twenty-five, he was older than me, so when I visited my uncle’s family’s farm, it was he that showed me around. He took a shine to me, that was certain, but I felt comfortable with him. He moved in close when he talked to me, and his voice came over soft and husky. Me? I had given up being gay, had done my share of boys, secretly, and was trying had to be straight. No way, John, don’t try it on. That July day, when his father had gone off with my parents, John and I were left on the farm. His father, a hardworking farmer and with no time for slackers and idlers, had given us a job to do: shovel a trailer-load of dried peas, into the hopper for cattle feed. This was designed to exhaust us, and maybe keep his son’s hands away from me. So we were there, shoveling away, barefoot, sweating in the heat, clad only in our jeans. “Ye’re all so good-looking, you and yer sisters,” he said calmly. I turned away. “Ye’re such a pretty family.” I didn’t know what to say, but I could feel myself blushing hard. We carried on. Drips of sweat from my brow and my chest, as I shoveled hard, wanting to earn my keep. The crunch of his shovel had stopped. He had got off the trailer, and was standing against ...

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