Copyright 2010 Sticky Pen. All Rights Reserved http://www.stickypen.com en-us Fri, 19 Mar 2010 16:49:12 -0400 webmaster@stickypen.com Masturbation http://www.stickypen.com/Stories/Masturbation/Attention-WalMart-Shoppers_1878 Masturbation Mon, 30 Oct 2006 17:58:38 -0500
You have to be creative to have fun in a small town. That means things like hay rides, cow tippin’, skinny dippin’, etc. But most of time, people just get together, hang out at somebody’s house, maybe light a bonfire or throw in a crappy scary movie, and then just drink themselves into oblivion. The summer during my sophomore year of college, I was tossed right back into this quaint little small southern town environment when I headed home from school. I had taken a job as a line cook at the old restaurant I’d worked at since high school, so I was reunited with some of my old cronies and also made friends with a few of the new guys. But mostly, I spent time with the waitresses. Since I was the only gay guy at the restaurant, I just tended to relate a little better to the ladies! One night, my friend Karen invited me to head out with everyone after to work to J.T.’s place. J.T. was the ‘new’ bartender. Really, he’d been there for nearly a year, but he was new to me since I had never met him before I’d returned home. He was a great looking guy. Tall, lean, dark, close-cropped hair and that perfect amount of prickly stubble on his chiseled cheeks and jaw. But he was a player, and a jackass at that. In the couple weeks that I had been back at the restaurant he had already dicked over (quite literally) two ...

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My mother asked me to come over to her house to look at some work she wanted done in her and my father's bedroom. They wanted to change some walls around to make the room bigger. I hadn't been in my fathers bedroom since I was a small boy and it was kinda strange to be working in it now. I am married with 4 kids and my wife and I enjoy normal sexual relations on a fairly regular basis but I usually always want more than she does. I receive offers from porno mailings all the time but have never really answered any of them. Most of the stuff is pretty straight but I got one the other day that showed male to male sex scenes which really took me by surprise. At first I was turned off by the graphic scenes so I just threw it away without looking at it in detail. All I remember seeing was guys with very hard erections and they were big erections, too. Anyway, I went to my parents house the next day and my father and mother were both gone so I went to their bedroom to take some measurements of the walls that had to be changed. I went into their big walk-in closet to see how the wall was constructed so I could get the materials I needed. I had to pull some clothes out of the way and as I did I noticed what looked like a hidden panel ...

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Part 2What I didn't know was that my father was thinking about it too. When I left, my father went into the closet to get some clothes and noticed a small chip of wood on the floor. He bent to pick it up and looked at it wondering where it came from. It was the same type of paneling his panel door was made of so he pulled his clothes away from the door and looked at the door. He noticed the chip in the corner of door. “I wonder how that got chipped,” he said to himself. “I didn't do that.” He decided to check out his room to see if anyone had found it. He remembered I was there this afternoon and wondered if I had snooped around. He went in the room and immediately noticed that the lock on the trunk was unlocked. God, I must have left it unlocked when I left this morning he thought. What if my son saw the things in there? What would he think? Would he say anything to anybody about his father’s secret? Maybe he didn't see anything at all and just left everything alone. He would check his security camera just to make sure. He had installed a camera in the room hidden from view so he could see if anyone entered his room. He re-wound the tape and put it in his VCR viewer, which replayed the tape and showed it on the wall where he had hung the ...

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The alley looked dark and menacing. I must press on, I thought. I hadn’t come this far and invested so much time just to give up now. I looked again at the address I had been given. Could someone have made a mistake? I’d heard of parties in bad neighborhoods, but this was ridiculous.I almost reached the end of the alley when a door opened and a couple stumbled out. They seemed to be more than inebriated. One of the guys relied completely on his friend to walk. I approached them to ask if this was the right place, but between the two of them they made no sense. I ignored them and they stumbled on. I walked up to the door and took a look at the address plate on the wall. The name Dulce Dolor was scratched on a rusty address plate. Next to that were some numbers that were too faint to read. This had to be it, I thought to myself.I took a deep breath and knocked on the metal door. Several minutes went by before someone opened the door. I stepped back as a large hairy man stepped out.“Hola,” I said hesitantly.It was one thing to be nervous but it was quite another to be nervous while trying to speak a foreign language. The burly man looked at me like I was scum. I must have stuck out from the rest of the people inside.“Let me guess, you American,” he said in a heavy Spanish accent.“Si,” ...

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Being the middle kid in the family has its good points and its bad points. I always had someone to boss around and I also had someone to teach me a few things. My older brother Lanny is now living away from home but when he was still at home he was a constant source of learning for me. My dad and mom separated when I was about ten years old so Lanny, being two years older than me, was a great support.I've always prided myself on controlling my emotions. Like I have said, I am all boy and boys don't cry. Still when my parents announced that they were getting a divorce, I can remember everything that was happening at the moment. We had finished dinner and me, Lanny and my younger brother Paul, were watching TV in the family room. Mom and dad interrupted the Simpsons saying they needed to talk to us. They dropped the bomb that dad was going to live in another place because they weren't getting along. We knew there were arguments and everything but a lot of families have argument and manage to stay intact. Not so here though. It was not something that all the tears and "but whys" could change.Paul was eight years old and he started crying almost the minute it was announced. Mom was in tears too but dad was adamant, the marriage couldn't be saved. I went to bed early that night because nothing on TV could have saved ...

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I was walking home from work through the park late one afternoon feeling extremely horny. I had not masturbated for about three days because my girlfriend’s parents were staying with us and in between working and showing them around town I had no time to myself. I took the long way home so I could stop by the public toilets in the park, to read the things written on the walls while stroking a quick load off, as I sometimes do. My girlfriend doesn’t know it but I love cock. Especially the anonymous, no-strings-attached kind I’ve now and then sought in public places known for that type of activity, I think they call it cottaging in England. As I neared the old brick building in the far corner of the park I looked around and the only person in the park was a man on the other side of the park jogging. I skirted the fence and discreetly slipped inside the male side of the toilet. I entered the second cubical and closed the door behind me. The stall was filthy and had a foul, musty smell. The floor was wet and the walls and door were covered in messages left by men seeking sex. I unbuckled my belt and let my trousers and underpants fall to the floor. Sitting on the toilet holding my erect penis I read the messages and began to stroke. The dirty, stinking atmosphere of the dark toilet cubical aroused me and instantly brought me close ...

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It was late Friday night. I had just undressed and climbed into my bed for the night. My glasses were resting on the bedside table, and as I laid on the bed I starred at the dark shadows on the wall. I was deciding whether or not I was too tired to jack off before I passed out in exhaustion. Then, the night stand began to shake. Buzzz, buzzz. Who was texting me so late at night, I wondered. I was almost too tired to roll over and grab my phone, but the vibrating persisted so I reached for it and opened the message. From: Ricky 1:32 AM hey sexxxy. gurl im so hot 4 u rite now. whatcha doing? Before I could even read the text message a second time to make sure I had read what it said correctly, the phone vibrated in my hand again. From: Ricky 1:33 AM shit sorry man i meant to send that to kristen. SENT to Ricky 1:33 AM lol don’t worry about it rick How embarrassing for him! Ricky was the captain of the football team at our high school. He was 6’3”, and 190 pounds of solid, protein pumped muscle. I watched him work out in the weight room a few days after school in his tank tops that were just begging me to stare are his toned arms. The cut off sleeves revealed his perfect pecks if I caught a glimpse from the right angle. He was the epitome of ...

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The Hammer: Part IBy Mr. KinkThe bell rang for the end of another day at school. I had been daydreaming about a guy on the football team everyone loved. If you saw him you would know why. Standing at six feet and two inches, muscular, dark piercing eyes and a five o’clock shadow that always seemed to linger on his chiseled jaw, his name was Riley but everyone called him the hammer. Riley was the king of our school, he got on the honor roll every semester, quarterback of the football team and he had fucked almost all the girls in my graduating class, a real man’s man. The bell had rang but I needed to stay behind. My dick was so hard inside my jeans, I didn’t want to embarrass myself by walking out of the class room into a hallway of people with a raging boner trying to escape my pants.So I sat there as the classroom emptied and soon I was alone with my cock too hard to walk. I finally got up the courage and walked into the hallway with a jacket over my arm and I crossed my arms in front of me so as not to draw attention. I made my way to the boy’s room and into one of the stalls. Now I had some privacy. I leaned against a wall in the stall and unzipped my pants. I rubbed my meat that already had pre-cum oozing out of the tip, wiping it up ...

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The sun wasn’t the only object out to greet me this morning. I turned over from sleeping on my side to reveal a morning woody smiling at me from between my legs. “That’s fucking great, this is just what I need,” I irritably mumbled to myself through the pillow covering my face. I removed the pillow and pulled the ice-blue satin sheets over my rock-hard tool so I wouldn’t have to look at it and be reminded of the complete and utter frustration that accompanied last night’s encounter. I’m not really the type of person that meets other guys and hooks up with no strings attached, but I’d been going through a rough time in my life since my boyfriend deserted me for his ex-girlfriend. Who could possibly want to go straight again after being gay? My self-esteem especially took the break-up with difficulty, and I suppose my getting out there and experimenting with random guys was part of that low self-esteem. Before last night, I’d had only a single previous one-night stand. I participated in the most carnal sex of my life that evening, and it felt wonderful. It brushed away all those suspicions I had held about my ex’s reasons for leaving me, foremost my conviction that I had not been good enough in bed for him. That night with the random guy helped me realize once again that I had a pretty good ass and that my ex ...

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Running the back of one hand across my brow to mop free the beads of sweat that were daring to descend down into my eyes and across my face, I thumbed the radio to the AM emergency station with my other.As I twisted the dial on my 1989 T-bird’s analog radio, I squinted my eyes against the late summer sun bearing down on me through my car’s open roof, as if piercing my vision would in some way help me hear through the static of the distant airwaves. Eventually the transmission caught the station and creaked through my failing speakers clearly enough to be discerned.Evidently, a dump truck had overturned a few exits up ahead, blocking three of the four westbound lanes. “Great”, I mumbled to myself while turning the radio back to the greatest hits of the 70s station I’d been listening to since I crossed the state line.I was on my way to Memphis to ‘visit’ my old college roommate. By ‘visit’, of course, I meant to take up residence on his couch until I figured out what the hell to do with this next stage of my life. I’d been fired from the restaurant I’d been washing dishes for in Lexington because the owner caught me getting blown by the fry-cook back in dry storage at the end of my shift. He freaked out and said he didn’t want any sodomites around the food he served his customers. Fuckin’ Bible belt. Everyone around here is so goddamned uptight.Around ...

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