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This story reflects on an event that took place not long before it was published. I hope you enjoy!I had just gotten out of the shower, when I heard the message tone go off on my computer. I figured it was some old guy replying to my ad. "Hey, man. You're cute." That pretty much summed up my endless list of messages.Instead, I found a message from one of the hottest guys I have seen from my area. I couldn't believe he messaged me. "Wanna fuck?" He asked. "Of course." I replied, knowing it was probably some joke. "When and where?""Now, at the local truck stop." He added before he signed off.So, I dressed and drove to the nearest truck stop. As I sat, waiting in my car and listening to some music, I began debating on whether or not I should stay. Before I had time to put my car in reverse, a hand tapped against my window. It was the guy from the website. I rolled down my window."Are you ready?" He asked, his deep voice echoing in my ears.I followed him inside and into one of the bathrooms. No one else was there. We were totally alone. I entered the first stall as I heard the lock click behind me. He dropped his pants, and his smooth, hard, and very thick 7.5 incher flopped out along with his huge balls. ...

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Stormy Weather brings out the Good Neighbor policy.For several years, Tim had lived next door to me. He was on the road a lot but I would see him nearly every weekend when he was working on his lawn, mowing in the summertime, raking leaves in the autumn, etc. He obviously enjoyed his back yard lawn work, and loved walking around it with drink in hand (“talking to the weeds” he described it). He went shirtless most of the time. He was well built with a hairy chest that covered some of the perkiest pecs ever on his wide shouldered frame. Tim had the genetic disposition to always have that great looking hunk of a Hercules-like body while the rest of us mere humans have to jog, do crunches, diet, and try to look like Tim, who did nothing at all to look as fantastic as he always did.Tim was divorced but his ex-wife was often around anyway and was there for overnight stays from time to time. And to add to that, he frequently had a live-in “dolly du jour” that shared his bed and did light housekeeping for him. The dolly changed often, and it seemed pointless to try to remember their names even though Tim would refer to them by name in his discussions. “Nikki…now let me see, was she the one with the really big tits?” And Tim would laugh and say, “Naw, Nikki was the one with ...

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THE TAVERNE IN THE TOWNE: BRIAN (…I have described The Taverne in the Towne before, and some of its essential characteristics. The most essential of these characteristics is the slogan engraved over the backbar, ‘What is said in The Taverne stays in The Taverne’ This story is True – but, in True Taverne Tradition, the names have been changed to protect the Guilty…)I walked into The Taverne in the Towne hoping that my favorite barstool (4th from the left by the cable TV) would be vacant, wanting nothing more than a few quiet drinks and a win by the home-town major-league baseball team (yes, I know, the NBA finals are on, but for me, football season and basketball season are just something to do to stave off the boredom between the World Series and Opening Day.) I was in luck – in luck twice, as it turned out, but I didn’t know it at that moment. I thought that I was in luck because my barstool was indeed vacant, so I grabbed it quick before anyone else could claim it. Unfortunately for me, the NBA crowd was in full control, so any hope of seeing the baseball game was in vain. My second bit of luck this night was that, as I sat down on my own home barstool, I realized that the hunched figure next to me was Brian – and that he was there without Zoe, his girlfriend. ...

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There I was, lying there in my nakedness when my roommate arrived home from a hard day's work. I was so turned on I nearly got caught masturbating. There was something about my roommate, Jacob that really turned me on. Maybe it was his dark brown hair and emerald green eyes. Or maybe it was his nicely tanned and toned (jock-like) body. Whatever it was, I lusted after him. Some nights it got as bad as me sneaking into his laundry hamper and smelling his dirty clothes. Of course they didn't stink. They smelled of Curves cologne and musk. Oh, how I loved that smell. Anyway, later that night, I was so turned on, I had to masturbate and think of his hard body taking advantage of mine. Then, a knock at the door interrupted my trip down fantasy lane. Instantly, I dressed myself and answered the door. It was Jacob. "I'm missing some laundry and wanted to know if you've seen any of it." I knew I was screwed. The only thing I could do was lie. "No I haven't seen any. Sorry." I knew I had a pair of his black boxer-briefs hidden underneath my mattress. But, he didn't. "Just checking." He replied, exiting my room. I closed the door and sighed the biggest breath of relief. He knocked again. This time, my heart nearly skipped a beat. "Hey. I have a question. Are you gay?" His tone was serious. "Yes I am. I hope that doesn't bother you." ...

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NATBy KewtieboyLuck really didn’t come into it though many thought I was lucky. At 34 I still felt I was a good-looking catch. My interests in other guys were mainly in those my own age. I was a man’s man liking men who acted like men, men who acted like me really. When Nat started talking to me one night in the main gay bar in town, I paid him little heed. I was cruising a rather attractive David Beckham lookalike at the other side of the bar and was at the sly smiling stage where each time our eyes met we would smile at each other like we had a hidden secret. He was really attractive and just my type – hard to get!Suddenly there was a hyperactive explosion of conversation at my right elbow and there was Nat. It was more of a continued conversation in which I had not been party to its initial stages. “They always do that to me; did you see that?”“Uh,” I said, rather lamely. “Sorry I don’t know what you are talking about.”“These bloody barmen, they treat me like I’m underage or completely invisible. I’m over 18,” he shouted to a passing bar queen! “I won’t report you for underage serving.”“What are you trying to buy,” I asked?“Just a bottle of beer,” he replied.“A beer please,” I shouted to the returning bar queen!“Coming up,” he said as he minced past, picked one up, flipped off the top and dumped it on the counter. ...

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Sam is a very good looking guy, tall, slim, beautiful long hair, and some very precious blue eyes. I had been talking to him earlier in the day and we were making plans to meet up, but unfortunately he wasn't able to have anyone over, mostly because he was sick. So it kind of sucked, he is a really nice guy, and I was really hoping to hang out with him. So, we were chatting for most of the day and then he decided he needed to go get some dinner, and make a small side trip along the way. He picked me up just around the corner from his home and he decided he was going to get himself some McD's. So we leave for McD's and I figured he was just going to go drive around for a while.So about 15 minutes later we arrived at Lake Sawyer, he pulls up right by the lakeside. It’s a very beautiful area, and I wanted nothing more than to just kiss him then. I resisted, I didn't know how he felt about me, and I didn't want to get stranded out in the middle of the city, off the bus line, for pulling a move I shouldn't have. So, we sat there and talked for a good hour, and it was nice, there is a lot Sam and I have in common. We sat there and just talked about the most random things, and it was wonderful. So, it was ...

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Ron groggily reached for the phone and mumbled… “Yeah…what…” Rod feigned a soothing, “motherly” tone…“Rise and shine sweetheart, it’s almost ten…” “So…?” “You guys gonna sleep all day ’cause you fucked all night?” “Wasn’t all night…and yeah, we were sleepin’!” “How long you been asleep…bet you did fuck all night…” “Five hours maybe…what the hell am I doin’ tellin’ you that – it’s none of your fuckin’ business…whaddaya want?” “You’re tellin’ me about your all night fuck, sweetie, because I’m your pal and you love me…and what I want is for you guys to come over late this afternoon for some steaks and bullshit…I’ve got somethin’ I want to run by you, and I need everybody here…” “Yeah, I guess – what time…who’s ‘everybody’?” “Five…Pierre should be back by then…you, JJ, Pete, Zeb, Randy, Roscoe, Pierre and me…everybody!” “OK - so where’s Pierre?” “Stayed with Roscoe last night…took him for a leather fitting…Roscoe blew him right off the bat…then Pierre blew him…love at first suck, I guess!” “No shit…” “Would I lie? Anyway…go back to sleep...I need you bright eyed and bushy tailed tonight when I lay this plan on you…” “Whatever…we’ll see ya then…idiot, wakin’ a guy in the middle of the night!” Ron and JJ arrived at Rod’s about 4:45…the smoky aroma from the charcoal grill hung low in the chilled late ...

Get The Full Story At Sticky Pen]]> http://www.stickypen.com/Stories/Lusty_Liaisons/Making-Music_3070 Lusty Liaisons Wed, 14 May 2008 13:59:43 -0400
It was a warm day in the fall and I was lying outside. I had come back home to spend a little time with my parents. The phone rang and then after about ten minutes my mother came outside:“We have to go, you’re uncle has hurt his back badly and is in hospital, we need you to stay here and look after the place, we should be back in a couple of days, is that alright?”“Sure.” I replied coolly, I had not got on well with the uncle to whom they were referring.They boarded the car with the usual suspects, grapes and a meaningless get well card. I lay in the sun with my torso exposed and I thought about returning indoors before I got burned when a car drew up, no it was not my parents back again it was a small car. A man came out of the car and I realised that it was my music teacher from High School, George. He was about 5’9” and close-cut grey and black hair (dominantly grey). He was even hotter now than he was back in my high school days. Many a night I lay in my room fantasizing about him and what we could do together in his locked classroom after hours… “Hello sir.” I greeted him merrily.“Please, call me George.”And so I did, I wanted to find out why he was at my house and so I enquired.“What are you doing up here Si- George?”“Well, I was out for ...

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This Uniform Story is Also True…My Step-Dad was a policeman, and was quite a role model for me. Todd had been in the family since I was ten. He was tall, dark, and handsome, 6'2" and 200 pounds, very fit and muscular since he worked out a lot. He worked primarily as a detective in street clothes, but he also had his police uniforms that I thought made him look exceptionally macho, but I would never have told him that, certainly not in that way to make him think that I thought he was a sex symbol.He knew that I admired him, and as I developed, he would compliment me on my looks, and my build as I fleshed out the body, by working out with him. He often told me that I was getting to be as good looking as his old man, or developing a build like his old man, always meaning himself of course, even though we were not related. Even so, I took that as a high compliment since I regarded Todd as one of the most handsome men that I had ever seen. I was as blonde as he was dark, but otherwise, our body make-up seemed to be made pretty much from the same mold.We were good buddies and good friends, but not exceptionally close. I knew that he was there if I needed him, and he gave me all the support and guidance that a good father would do. I was eighteen ...

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I had hoped to end this story with Chapter #31, but so many of you have written to say that you either did not want it to end or that the way that it ended was too abrupt. I admit that it was rather cut short. I had to do that as I was in the process of moving and had little time to polish it up. Now that I have had time to reflect, (and rest a bit) I have decided to continue the story. As always, I hope you enjoy my work, and if you have any comments, or ideas that may inspire new work, please feel free to contact me at Joystick56@Hotmail.Com - all E-mails will be answered to the best of my ability.I would like to thank Chris for his help in editing this chapter. It would not have been finished without his help. I would also like to thank all of you for the many letters you wrote (so far over 435) and for telling me how much you liked or hated the story so far. Keep the letters coming. This is a work of fiction, and as such the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is your obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily.The end of Chapter 31And so the memorial service was held and went off like clockwork. A ...

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