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I could still remember Tom’s first day at work. How could I forget? Usually our male managers were all dumpy fellows with Napoleon complexes, but not Tom. He was the complete opposite. He was in his mid thirties but certainly did not look it. He was 6’2”, broad shouldered, dark haired, with a smile that would make you melt. All the girls at work lusted after him, often making complete fools of themselves. I must admit I often found myself doing the same. That was whenever he tracked me down. I had a habit of avoiding him since being close to him for too long often resulted in instant arousal. I used to think he enjoyed making me squirm; he would always flash that killer smile at me, resulting in me turning several shades of red. On one particular busy night after the store had closed, I was so immersed in cleaning up that I completely missed Tom’s announcement that everyone was free to go home. It wasn’t until they turned off the lights that I realized I was the only one left; there was no one in the store. As I walked towards the back of the store, relief came over me. There was a light on in the managers’ office. I guess Tom decided to stay and finish some paperwork, I thought. As I neared his door, I realized he was on the phone and by the sound of it, in the middle ...

Get The Full Story At Sticky Pen]]> http://www.stickypen.com/Stories/Romantic/Chesapeake-Night_2736 Romantic Thu, 01 Nov 2007 16:09:39 -0400
I had forgotten how breath taking it all could be as I sat there on the dock. We had had dinner, together, at a small table, dipping our crab in melted butter as the horizon over the bay turned red then purple then royal blue. It was a peaceful and surreal string of moments, great food, a little wine and for dessert, the stars. He had married my sister, three years my junior. That’s how long the marriage had lasted. She had been so sweet and so innocent, but as soon as she slipped out from the thumb of my stern father, almost as instantaneous as Kent had slipped the ring on her finger, she had gone wild. The booze, the drugs, the affairs, but after forgiving her time after time after time, she disappeared into eternity leaving him broken and alone. We had not been close then, and really had no reason to keep in touch, but like the beacon somewhere on the other side of the bay we dined, and Kent had been there for me, when my own wife had lost her battle. It seemed the old adage was true, it did take one to know one. Kent helped me like no one else could. He alone would know how painful it was when you had to finally stop holding the hand of the one thing you loved more than life itself and let it slip away. I had not seen him in; oh it must have been, ...

Get The Full Story At Sticky Pen]]> http://www.stickypen.com/Stories/Romantic/-A-Fond-Memory_405 Romantic Mon, 17 Oct 2005 14:51:55 -0400
As I lay beside him I looked into his eyes, those chocolate brown eyes that had drawn me to him all those years ago. I touched his hand and I can’t help but notice how his milk chocolate skin still complements my snow white complexion. How far we have come since that day we first met. I still remember it so well like it had just happened. I was on the swim team, and most if not all of the girls had their eyes on me. Although girls were not quite for me, it was still quite flattering. I was captain of the team for three of the four years I was in high school. It was my senior year and my grades had always suffered but my coach was always able to convince the teachers to make slight changes so that I could stay on the team. However now there was talk of me not being able to graduate and with the scholarship offers that I had that was not a possibility. My parents and the teachers decided that I would need to get a tutor. I was not too excited about that idea, until I saw him. I opened the door and he put his hand out to greet me, “Hi my name is James are you Brandon?” he asked. He was a sophomore in college and the sexiest man I ever had laid eyes on, His skin so smooth and dark, he was taller than me and had ...

Get The Full Story At Sticky Pen]]> http://www.stickypen.com/Stories/Romantic/A-Gift_1681 Romantic Fri, 01 Sep 2006 09:45:45 -0400
He was there every Thursday evening. I was going around to meetings like this one—a regular support group meeting on depression in men, held at a local church hall—for the whole semester as part of my practicum assignment. When he had first arrested my attention, he was sitting four pews in front of me and across the aisle. I saw him in three-quarters profile, as he was concentrating hard on the speaker of the day. I remember thinking how handsome he was - handsome and sad-looking. He could have been anything between forty and fifty, I suppose. The pepper-gray, neatly trimmed hair on his head and in his beard and mustache leaned me toward fifty, but his sharp features and the fact that he seemed to have been depressed for some time indicated that he might be considerably younger and just was slowly giving up on life. Not that he had given up on himself. He looked in good trim and always wore well-pressed sports shirts and khaki pants. I don't know what made my attention always return to him on those evenings. Maybe it was that he was always paying such close attention but never asked a question or made a comment of his own. Or maybe it was that little gold earring he wore in his left ear, catching the light off the chandeliers high overhead whenever he turned his head, catching my attention at the periphery of my vision. He seemed apart from the others around us, and ...

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Ronnie and I attended the same university and were both 18. We had been friends since we were twelve. Ronnie and I were so close that we often knew what the other was thinking. There were times when I dared not to think it. But, I loved him--as a friend with my head, as a close buddy with my heart, but also in a different way. I discovered that I liked men and I really liked Ronnie. In the summer, as we sat in our shorts, cross-legged, playing cards or checkers, I'd try to secretly peek up from his thighs as the pink head of his cock poked through the bottom of his cut-offs. It happened quite a bit, so I always wondered if he did that on purpose. Maybe it was his strategy for winning the game. He probably figured that my concentration would be elsewhere! I kept that sight of him stored in my mind for inspiration as I emptied my balls in bed at night while I tried to imagine what his naked body looked like. As open-minded as he was, it still seemed a risk too big for me to take to tell him how I felt. Life without his touch was hard enough, but life without him around was unthinkable. I'd tried to suppress my feelings for him. But it was difficult because the mere sight of him would always make me hard. Everything that we did together only fueled my desires. When I tossed him ...

Get The Full Story At Sticky Pen]]> http://www.stickypen.com/Stories/Romantic/A-Quiet-Night-In_2147 Romantic Mon, 29 Jan 2007 09:46:26 -0500
I looked over at his handsome face, his eyes squinting to read the digital cable menu. It was 7pm on a Friday night, but we weren’t going out. Mike had to be at work in the morning. So here we were, in bed with our books and remotes all settled for a quiet night in. “Do you wanna watch Scrubs?” he asked blinking tiredly at me. That’s when I noticed the bags under his eyes. My poor boyfriend was working himself to the point of exhaustion all so I could focus on getting my degree. I couldn’t help myself. I leaned over and kissed him sweetly on the lips. “So that’s a yes on Scrubs?” he said looking amused. “What ever you want is fine with me babe.” I answered as I snuggled in a little closer to him. “For once you don’t have an opinion about what we watch? What’s up?” I laughed and put my head on his shoulder. He was so warm and comfortable, lying in bed in his raggy sweatpants and threadbare t-shirt. For some reason it was all just such a turn on. “I’m just happy to be with you, I honestly don’t care what we watch tonight.” He smiled at me and put his arm around me, running his nails up and down my bare back lazily, after a minute his strokes were becoming a little harder, his hand dipping below the waist band of my pajama pants, over my ass and back up again. ...

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A Lost Traveler This was one of the nights that Richard was really pleased with his decision to move from the hustle and bustle of the city to his new home in the quiet and peaceful countryside. He had a small farmhouse and empty meadows surrounding him. No more were the sirens piercing the night, replaced with the occasional howl from a coyote off in the distant hills. No more were the streetlights spotlighting the streets and alleyways, only the gentle casting of the moon and the brilliant stars in the night sky. When the wind would gently blow through his open windows, no longer was there the worry of who might try to come through it, or the awful stench that always seemed to drift through the city, overrun with cars and pollution. Now the only invasion from his window was the beautiful fragrance of damp grass and the lavender he had planted outside his bedroom window. The adjustment from the city was not an easy one, but he soon began his life anew, doing things he never would have dreamed of doing in the city. Due to costs, he had always had roommates to share the expenses, not affording him even the simple pleasures, like walking around in the nude, which he now enjoyed immensely, often times, walking outside on nights like the one he had tonight. The breeze enveloping his body and the sensations as it caressed his bare flesh ...

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"Ow! That hurts," I said wincing at the pain of the nurse’s touch.
"Well at least it's not broken," she said turning to look at Mr. Bennett, the schools' sport teacher.
"Good, let him stay here till his mother arrives then he can go home," he said and left the room.
I was sitting on the examination table in the nurses office, I had never been here before and now in my last year of high school here I was with a blood soaked shirt and tears in my eyes from her twisting my nose to check if it had been broken, which apparently it had not.
"O.k. Jake, just stay on the bed and I'll let you know when your mother arrives," she said. My shoulders sank. "Does she have to be called?" I asked, knowing already what the answer would be.
"You know the rules, Jake, now just stay here and I'll be back soon," she said leaving me alone in the pseudo-doctor’s room.
Damn, I thought after she had gone. The last thing I wanted at seventeen was to be collected by my mother. Not only will it be embarrassing in front of the other guys, but she won’t let up nagging me all the way home (but then I could escape to my room). Oh, well, at least I get the rest of the day off and I can spend it on the net ...

Get The Full Story At Sticky Pen]]> http://www.stickypen.com/Stories/Romantic/The-Ranch-Hand_2339 Romantic Fri, 06 Apr 2007 23:00:20 -0400
The smell of a ranch is something I have always loved. The grass and horses, the fresh scent of the creek that inevitably runs through the land are things that have lived inside me since childhood, having grown up in a mountain valley. The crisp aroma of freshly fallen snow and the abundant smells of the flora are memories I had missed for a long time living in a congested city.Having an extended vacation from work, I decided I needed my fix of the country life, so I rented a cabin in the mountains near where I grew up and decided to stay there to rekindle my sense of peace that I consistently had in that environment. The place I stayed was a working ranch and campground. The small wooden dwellings, with rough-hewn wood and stone smokestacks were high on the mountainside. Everyday, the wife of the rancher would have a family style breakfast in the long house for everyone staying at the site. After the hearty meal of pancakes, bacon and eggs, hash browns and biscuits and gravy, we could choose to work the ranch with the cowhands. I needed to get my hands dirty. I normally worked in a white-collar position that left little time even for gardening, let alone working a ranch. The gym was fine for exercise, but it was the fresh air and sweat from an honest day's work that I needed.After the first few days of simply relaxing, I decided it was time to get ...

Get The Full Story At Sticky Pen]]> http://www.stickypen.com/Stories/Romantic/The-Photographer,-Chapter-2_2728 Romantic Tue, 23 Oct 2007 09:51:13 -0400
Mickey called at noon on Monday to be sure that Kent was expecting him - which, of course...he was! Maybe "anticipating" would be a better term! Kent decided to "push the envelope" a bit...cock ring and gauze shorts. This would give Mickey something to look at while he was shooting pictures...might even make some of the pictures better! Mickey arrived promptly at three...wearing a tank identical to the one Kent had on the previous week, and a pair of skin tight 501 cut-offs. His backpack was slung over one shoulder. "Hey, man...great to see you again! You're really a 'right on time' guy, which I appreciate." "Actually...I had to circle the block a couple times so I wouldn't be too early!" "Don't worry about that...any time you want to be early, be my guest! In fact...any time you're in the neighborhood and want to drop in, that'd be cool too. You really look hot in that tank, by the way!" "Thanks to you...you looked so hot the other day I had to find a tank like you had on! Hope you don't think I'm a copy-cat!" "I'm flattered...you can copy me any time you want...!" "Wow...those are cool shorts you've got on...even cooler than the ones you had on the other day. I wanted to find a pair of those too, but couldn't...now I'd like a pair like these!" "I just might get some for you...you can only get them through a catalog I have...I'll ...

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