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Suburban DadsChris was my neighbor. Our back yards actually touched at an angle of the cul-de-sac subdivision where we each lived with our wives and family. We were both family men with kids. He was a doctor with four small children and I was a rising executive with a large corporation with three young sons.Over a period of several years, Chris and I became good friends in that way that you develop and have a good neighborhood friend. We borrowed tools from each other, went to the same neighborhood parties, did the manly gossip of sports and politics, and occasionally would drink some beers together. Our wives were buddies and shopped together, baby-sat for each other and spent a lot of time together at various of the typical neighborhood functions. Chris and I rarely spent time together without there being kids or wives around as well.We were just your typical neighborhood husbands. Chris was ever busy with his growing medical practice with lots of his time at the hospital and I did a lot of travel, around the country. I was the ever-faithful hubby at home and would never have gotten my pants off in any situation, a great believer that you “never do it on your own doorstep”. When I was out of town, however, I enjoyed being a bit of a bad boy when I had the chance to play, and it was seldom with another female! I had ...

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Better Late Than Never. Probably everyone who reads this was happily experiencing some aspect of gay sex by the time that they were a few hours out of puberty, or so it seems when I read the stories. But it did not happen that way for me. I was thirty-nine, three years, ago, when the “first time” event finally occurred. Don’t get me wrong, I was not virginal. Probably most things that could physically sexually be done with another person, I had done. But all with females. I was happily married and used to make comments that we did more in our bedroom than any porn movie producer could dream up. It was largely true, in my mind, and I was a great aficionado of hetero porn. I had never thought about being aroused with another male, not that it offended my prurient senses in any way, there was just not any conscious thought of it that I recall. The gay life was as foreign to my lifestyle and way of thinking as was a coven of vampires, perhaps. If there are covens of vampires, I don’t know. At a business conference in a jet-plane-away city, several of my colleagues and I were living the good life on company expenses, including a very tiny hotel with exceptionally nice quarters. I had ended up with a small suite and early in the week of the conference, we all ended up ...

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It was my 18th birthday. It was Thursday, and my big bash wasn’t until Saturday. My parents were visiting my aunt in Utah, so that night it was just me and some masturbatory goodies I bought myself. Aside from the basics of Love Lube and some porn mags, my special treat was a slim, 8-inch vibrator for anal play. In the past, I’ve used things like carrots and the sort.I was getting ready for a night of self love: Playgirl open to erotic stories, lube on the night stand, jack rag at the ready, and my new vibrator, now with fresh batteries. I had already given myself an enema to keep from getting my new toy dirty. I plopped down on the bed, naked and ready to go. Suddenly, there came a knock at my door.I pulled on a pair of boxers and a robe and ran downstairs to greet my inconvenient visitor. It was my best friend, Tommy.Tom and I had been best friends since I was in 3rd grade. He was a year older and got lots of pussy. The most sexual experience I had was hand jobs from old girlfriends. It’s not easy to find hot guy sex when you’re a closet bi in a conservative small town like me.“What’s up?” I asked, hoping he wouldn’t take too long. He came in and we went into the living room. He had a small book bag.“I wanted ...

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Every eighteen year old knows all there is to know about sex, sure. Every one but me. I was one of the most naïve teen-agers ever, but lied and boasted like everyone else that I was getting more sex than I could handle. Maybe with my hand. I was still a sexual virgin if masturbation did not count. “I left my home in Georgia” so goes the song, and I did, at age eighteen, having enough money to ride a bus to San Diego where I talked a sweet thing into signing the papers as my Mother in order to get me enlisted into the Navy. And after my basic training, I was frantic to get home to show all my friends and my family how grown up I was in a navy uniform at age eighteen. I set out from sunny California, hitchhiking, since I had so little money, and the rides were easy. The uniform did it. Somewhere around Dallas, I was picked up by a guy who was very friendly, and unlike most of the other drivers, he zoned right in on me, not my family or what I thought of the navy, but on me. What did I think about various things, big things, politics and travel and the future. Made me feel like a grown-up I suppose. When he started asking me about my sex life, I did all the boasting that I had heard my buddies ...

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I spent the entire day thinking about the sexual episode I had had with Chris the night before. I had slept little. I could do nothing other than to think about it.There was no clear pattern to my thoughts, not as to exactly what I was thinking. It all merged into that stream of flowing thought that included the keen awareness that this was likely something that we simply should not have done! It was an action that certainly troubled Chris that was obvious, traumatically. And it was something that I had told myself would never happen, certainly never on my home turf. Now this had happened in my own back yard, so to speak. I wondered if this really was a first time, a virgin event for Chris. He kept repeating himself that he had never done anything like it before, and his guilt and remorse certainly felt very sincere. There was no phoniness to his words and actions; he was traumatized by his own actions. I relived the prior evening, a thousand times in my mind. Had it really happened? Was it real?Yea, it was. I had received probably the biggest surprise of my life, a fucking fantastic blowjob from my buddy, my neighbor, Dr. Chris. It was totally unexpected and an encounter that maybe was just an accident of fate, or an incident of somebody’s testosterone running a little too high. Just the ...

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The first time after the first time...At nearly forty years of age, I had had exactly one male conquest under my belt, the result of a business trip where a colleague and I got carried away sharing a king size bed in a hotel room. It was a delightful discovery, but he returned home with a far different attitude than I had. He seemed to have the attitude that he had just fulfilled a major accomplishment, which did not need to be repeated. I felt I had just tasted the wonderful nectar of the forbidden fruit, and could not wait to have another bite of the apple. It became a frustrating effort to seek out potential playmates in my daily routine, however. I vacillated from thinking that every male that I encountered had a bulging crotch that wanted to get and give a blow job, to the opposite extremes of thinking that no man that I encountered would think of sex with another man. Especially not with me. My intellect told me that there was some point in between these extremes but I had not yet fine tuned my gaydar, the word that I had learned from enough “Will and Grace” to know that was the word to describe that ability to make contact. I was probably trying much too hard to develop my gaydar, without knowing that luck has a lot more to do with it than I would have ever thought. ...

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Don and I had been lovers for 5 years and were as happy as any two guys could be. We lived in a modest apartment in San Francisco and had several gay friends that we hung around, inviting them over for dinner or going to their homes. Don was a CPA and I was in restaurant management. Don would often go up to his folks’ home in northern California, where they had a potato farm, to do their books and tax ledgers. While there, he would often see his two sons. Alan, 21 years old, was newly married, but Will, 19 years old, was learning his grandparents’ farm and was planning to take over once they retired. Don returned from his trip north one weekend. He said there was a favor he had to ask me and if I said no there would be no further conversation about it. It seems that he and Will had quite a talk and Will, knowing his father was gay, confessed to him that he was extremely curious about gay sex. The two of them had talked for hours and it was decided that Will would come to San Francisco and Don would see to it that he would have a sexual experience with another man. Will still liked girls and even had a girlfriend that he would have intimate relations with, but this was just something he wanted to experience. I was wondering why Don was telling me all of this and who ...

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This is the first story in a series of my adventures with Matt, a selfish and domineering man that I soon came to learn I had a great appreciation for. He had a beautifully beguiling cock and this first installment is about how I came to become seduced by it.
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I first met Matt on the construction site where I worked. Matt was a tough as nails foreman and while other workers disliked his sometimes abusive manner, it never bothered me. It was work and for me days on his site cruised by. I liked that.
Matt and I became friends and one afternoon he invited me over on the weekend. That Saturday I visited him. I discovered that Matt and I shared something in common; we were both artists. He was into painting and his art bordered on the bizarre. I liked it.
Matt offered me a large pad of paper and assorted paints and brushes and we spent the afternoon painting. I enjoyed Matt’s company; he was witty and knowledgeable and just rude enough to keep things entertaining. Our visits became a regular thing and I developed a routine where I sat Indian-style in the corner where I painted.
Although I never considered it at first, Matt was a good looking guy with a sculpted physique, and accordingly, he had a very nice looking girlfriend. Sexually, his macho behavior never betrayed anything other than a heterosexual slant. One afternoon I stopped by and when I rang the ...

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Usually the Coach is the teacher...I was a decent jock in our small-town school, and lettered in football and track. Our high school had the regulation that all jocks had to spend at least an hour a day in physical education, even in the sports off-season. For most, this was a goof-off period, usually at the end of the day. But I was involved in several other extra-curricular activities, in addition to sports, as editor of the school newspaper and President of the Student Council I was having trouble scheduling any PE period. This caused a bit of a hiccup, until my counselor personally arranged for me to use the period just before noon to satisfy my phys ed obligation. I was relegated to the Athletic Department Athletic Office to spend an hour each day in a non-organized class. It was just me.Since the various coaches at our school all taught other academic subjects in addition to the sports, it turned out that the only one that was there on a consistent basis was the Assistant Football Coach, Tom Alexander. He taught math, at various levels, and I had had him as a teacher as well as a coach. He seemed a lot older but was actually not that much older, in his mid-twenties, with a very gruff exterior. That gruffness seemed to compensate somewhat for the fact that he was much shorter in stature than he wanted to be, at about 5’7”. Built like the proverbial tank, he was very ...

Get The Full Story At Sticky Pen]]> http://www.stickypen.com/Stories/First_Time/Suburban-Dads,-Part-Three_3059 First Time Mon, 12 May 2008 16:40:58 -0400
After two abortive attempts at a fully explorative sex session with my neighbor Dr. Chris, I was damned determined to find a way to find some time to have a full work out with him. My loins were aching for it and my brains ached to find a way to get him alone with me. I could hardly think of anything else. But no matter how calculating a plan that I might make, I could not have expected the events to unfold quite the way that they did.My wife called me mid-morning, before I had worked out any assignation with Chris, to tell me that she was going downstate with Chris’ wife, Marilyn for a couple days, on an emergency mercy mission. Marilyn’s mother had fallen and broken her hip, and Marilyn needed to make the necessary arrangements to ensure her interim care. My wife felt that accompanying Marilyn was the necessary thing to do, had already farmed the kids out to her sister, and was ready to leave. Her last instruction was to “keep Chris company until we get back.” She would never know that she had just given me the biggest hard-on imaginable as a result of this telephone conversation just by giving me that news.I called Chris and left a message on his cell to meet me at my house after work. I left early, got home to light the fireplace, get some nice scotch ready, and waited. I ...

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