Copyright 2010 Sticky Pen. All Rights Reserved http://www.stickypen.com en-us Fri, 19 Mar 2010 16:49:12 -0400 webmaster@stickypen.com Serial Stories http://www.stickypen.com/Stories/Serial_Stories/Getting-to-Know-Trent--Part-1_3135 Serial Stories Wed, 18 Jun 2008 11:26:54 -0400
DisclaimerThis story is intended for an adult audience and contains sexually explicit content. If you are under 18 years of age or are offended homosexual erotica, please do not read this story. Likewise, please do not read this story if it violates the laws or regulations applicable to you.The events and characters depicted in this story are purely fictional, and should not be misconstrued for real life events and characters. Any similarities are purely coincidental.Constructive feedback is gratefully accepted. All requests will be considered (Tell me what makes YOU hot). You can email me at hot.porn.writer@gmail.com____________________________________________________________I had just moved into my new place; a one-bedroom condo in a nice part of town. I was single again, and half looking forward to some independence and time alone.I was coming back in from the store—another quiet Friday night at home—when I heard someone say, "Hello!". As I looked up, I saw my young neighbor—probably in his late 20s, tall, strikingly handsome, and very wholesome looking. "Hey, how's it going?", I responded. He had a big smile on his face, and I thought to myself, "Man, if only I were only a few years younger..."Who was I kidding, I've always been tragically shy. Odd thing about my personality, when I'm among people who have no sexual significance to me, I'm outgoing and confident. The second I am either interested in someone or feel they're interested in me, it's like my mind shuts down. In this case, I hadn't even considered this guy to be ...

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“UNTITLED MASTERPIECE”Part One: “Bodies” Chapter 9B: “BILLY”He looked now at the still sleeping Ian and remembered how hot, wonderful and sweet, and did he mention hot, it had been with him. He loved the things they had done to each other and the intense sensations that had made them burst into screaming orgasm. He slowly got up from the bed and moved to an easy chair facing his sleeping friend and let his mind wander back to the first time that had happened.No it wasn’t that first night with Mike and Lisa, but later. Billy had been going on Wednesday nights for a number of weeks for “tutoring”. Lisa and Mike had actually helped him with the course, but the prime focus was always sex. Either Mike or Billy would fuck Lisa while the other watched. The one watching would stroke themselves or the one on top would start jacking the other. Mike and Billy would always kiss and play with the other some, but Mike had never offered to suck Billy again, although Lisa always greedily licked them both either before, during or after.It was just two weeks before the homecoming game when Billy showed up with his books. Ian answered the door as usual in boxer shorts and motioned him in.“Lisa’s running a little late, but come on back and we’ll crack the books until she gets home.” Billy had come to enjoy the moments he had with Mike. ...

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This is part one of a series. Hope you like it. I’ve tried to find an even balance between building the characters and sexual escapades. You can decide.-HB “Push your end up, push it up!” I grunted while trying to keep my half of the sofa from knocking me back down the stairs. Above me James heaved upward and the bottom of the sofa cleared the rail. Now I could push and nudge the heavy piece of furniture the last few inches around the tight corner. “We’re gonna have to tip it sideways.” James noted, backing toward the open door of his apartment. “I hope we don’t have to take the fuckin’ door off.” Fortunately we didn’t. We coerced James’ new sofa through the door and into its reserved spot along the front window of the living room. “There!” he said, hands on hips, smiling. “I knew that thing was going to be a bitch.” I nodded, “If you don’t mind, I think I’ll sit and rest a minute.” I took off my heavy winter coat and tossed it on a chair where he’d thrown his. He sure picked a hell of a day to move. We’d gotten four inches of snow that afternoon with more on the way. James brought two bottles of water from the kitchen and sat beside me on the soft, comfortable cushions. “Nice isn’t it?” “Very nice.” I agreed, taking the offered water, “A ...

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I've always had a fascination with swimmers. Male swimmers, that is. Their sleek refined muscular bodies melt my heart and raise my cock every time I see one. Every time. There were two swimmers on my hall, and they were roommates. Terry and Peter lived about ten doors down the hall from me, and as they were always practicing, I rarely saw them at all. One night, though, I was startled from my studies (rare occurrence, people!) to a knock on the door. In strolled Terry and Peter, dressed in warmups. Their hair was still wet, and I guessed from the early evening hour that they were just coming in from practice. I looked up from my desk and said, "What can I do for you, fellows?" They stood there awkwardly for a few seconds and then Terry spoke, somewhat shyly. "Look, Andrew. We need some advice. Tomorrow's our biggest meet of the season and Coach told us all to go home and shave our arms and legs so we can be sleek in the water tomorrow. We wanted to know if you knew any secrets or something...." "Well," I replied, warming to the subject suddenly, "I've never shaved anything but my face, but I used to watch my Mom as a kid when she shaved her legs and stuff. What sort of advice did you have in mind?" Peter took up the conversation. "Actually, we think we can do it, but we don't want all the other guys laughing at ...

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The DeckI have always considered myself straight. I mean I have checked out guys at the gym on occasion but they were so good looking that any guy would be hard pressed not to admire them, but I never thought it meant anything. Not once has doing anything sexually with another guy crossed my mind, at least not until recently.It started when my wife left town for a few weeks to visit her mother. I wasn’t happy to be left alone for so long. I had no idea what I was going to do with so much free time. Luckily my buddy Bryce saved the day. He was planning to rebuild his deck later in the summer but since I had the time he moved up his schedule so I could help.Bryce and I had been friends since our twenties. There had always been friendly competition between us. Things like who could get the most girls, who could build the better body and similar petty stuff. Even now in our thirties we still tried to out do each other at the gym. Like most friends we’d seen each other naked and shared a tent and even a bed once but there was never anything sexual about it. We were always just buddies. I’m not sure what happened to change our relationship over those few weekends but change it did.The first couple of weekends went well. We had most of the old wood torn up despite an early heat wave. We had ...

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DisclaimerThis story is intended for an adult audience and contains sexually explicit content. If you are under 18 years of age or are offended homosexual erotica, please do not read this story. Likewise, please do not read this story if it violates the laws or regulations applicable to you.The events and characters depicted in this story are purely fictional, and should not be misconstrued for real life events and characters. Any similarities are purely coincidental.Constructive feedback is gratefully accepted. All requests will be considered (Tell me what makes YOU hot). You can email me at hot.porn.writer@gmail.com_____________________________________________________I had seen him many times over the past few months, since moving to my new place. He was a security officer for my community, and was usually sitting near one of the gates in the evening. I have to admit, every time I came or left, I was on the lookout for him. I never really saw him up close, but could see he had a goatee, dark hair, and wasn't a tall guy, probably around 5'7" or 5'8" tall.What I did always notice was his demeanor. He was all man, and he had a certain confidence, even arrogance to him. Regrettably, he almost always caught me looking at him, and would nod at me and I would smile and nod back.One evening, I was coming in from the store. I had bought way too much shit, and was definitely going to need to make multiple trips to get it all into my condo. As ...

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DisclaimerThis story is intended for an adult audience and contains sexually explicit content. If you are under 18 years of age or are offended homosexual erotica, please do not read this story. Likewise, please do not read this story if it violates the laws or regulations applicable to you.The events and characters depicted in this story are purely fictional, and should not be misconstrued for real life events and characters. Any similarities are purely coincidental.Constructive feedback is gratefully accepted. All requests will be considered (Tell me what makes YOU hot). You can email me at hot.porn.writer@gmail.com_____________________________________________________At just a few minutes after 4 am, my phone rang. I immediately assumed there had been some death or injury in the family. I answered only to hear his voice, still dry and groggy from just waking up. "Paul. It's Trent. Wanna come help me with my morning wood?" "Yeah." I replied. "Come on over. I just unlocked the front door."I jumped out of bed and brushed my teeth. I got dressed and went next door, tapping a couple times before I went in. As I opened the door, I heard him say, "Back here!" I turned the corner to his bedroom, but what I saw just didn't register. He had turned his body up so that his ass was straight up in the air. His feet were against the wall above his head, and he was sucking his own cock! I was so confused. "What the hell?" were the words that came out of ...

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On the Governors Staff I hadn't seen him in person since shortly after he became Governor and I moved away to college, nearly three years. Mitch, to those close to him, had moved his family next door when I was sixteen. Mitch's family was nice people. His one son, Robert, was in my class in High School and the spitting image of his father, tall, dark hair, with brilliant pale blue eyes, and a winning smile. Tall, dark and handsome doesn't even begin to describe this father/son pair. Needless to say he and his father were popular people. Truth is, after they moved in, they became my second family with Mitch doing the fatherly things my father was too old to do. So it was a surprise when I saw Mitch and several other people, walk into the restaurant where I was working. I had moved out of state to go to college and was completing my MBA and also working at the local four-star hotel as a waiter/host. The restaurant was fairly slow so there were only a few of us working. As luck would happen, I was next up for a table. I went round the table setting waters and then returned to my place behind the Governor to wait. ...

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Randy had had it…living with his stepfather, Sam – a surly, burly, pompous oaf who had never given a rat’s ass about him…and who cared even less now that his Mom was gone. When she died of cancer last year the bastard made it pretty clear that he wanted Randy out of his life as soon as possible…“you’re not my blood, you’re probably a Fag anyway – so the sooner you’re gone, the better!” He was now almost eighteen – the age he could legally be on his own in Colorado. He had worked at the hardware after school and on weekends since he was sixteen…saved as much as he could…bought an old Honda...now figured that if he just had a place to crash he could pretty much make it. In any case, he determined to be gone on his birthday in three weeks…even if he had to sleep in his car! As to his being a Fag…he was pretty sure when he was thirteen…was positive by the time he turned sixteen. The only other person who had any idea was his friend, Ned. Both had been on the football team…Ned was a Senior - first string, Randy a Sophomore - second string, but “on the team” when they “discovered” each other by accident one afternoon after practice a couple years ago when Randy caught Ned jackin’ off in the locker room. He was just out of the shower…on the bench, back against the ...

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This is a true story about my first time with a guy who also happened to be black. My name is Eric and I'm white, blonde hair, blue eyes, 5'11", with a lean build from playing a few sports but not trying much at any of them. This takes place my senior year in high school when I joined the varsity football team as a back up receiver. I didn't care too much but it did get me hanging around all of the popular jocks and some of the "in" people. The school I went to was very white dominated with a few Latinos and literally 3-4 black people one of whom was a guy by the name of Paul. He was a linebacker and at 6'2" with tons of muscles he was massive and hard not to notice. At this point I had showered and been around guys my entire teenage life and never noticed guys sexually. I was a girl chaser just like the rest of the boys. That slowly started changing without me even really noticing after a few practices with the team. Like I said I've seen guys naked a lot and never gave a shit about looking at the them but one day I noticed Paul walking out of the shower and caught a glimpse of his cock. I'm not totally sure if it was just the size or the fact that I had never seen ...

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