Copyright 2010 Sticky Pen. All Rights Reserved http://www.stickypen.com en-us Tue, 15 Jun 2010 20:53:23 -0400 webmaster@stickypen.com Top ten rated sex stories http://www.stickypen.com/Stories/Straight_Guy/2-Straight-Guys_1655 Straight Guy Tue, 12 Sep 2006 11:57:22 -0400
I was working in Accounts for a shipping company and my boss was very happy with my efforts because I not only did my job with new accounts, but I was also able to collect from some deadbeats that had long owed the company. There were a few other staff members in the office, but I had my own little cubicle and I was quite happy with the being among the friendly staff. There were two gals and two guys, other than myself on the staff. They would often tell a joke, speaking out over the cubicles so all could hear. We'd all laugh and the feeling of togetherness and friends was quite a change from where I had worked before. At that job everyone was left to himself and we didn't fraternize with the others. One afternoon, the boss came in and told everyone that he wanted to have a party at a local restaurant. All were invited that Saturday night. Being that everyone was single in the office, we all accepted the boss' invitation. There were several other workers from outside the office who also came to the party. There were 15 of us and he reserved the little banquet room of the restaurant. It was a hosted bar and the boss was picking up the entire tab. Needless to say, everyone ordered plenty of drinks. As the evening was coming to an end, I knew I had enough to drink and I had to drive about 3 miles ...

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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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Coach Chris Grey. Upon first glace, he seemed the perfect image of a typical college coach. A rugged, masculine individual, with an Adonis-like body fit to live in the temples of the Gods. Probably his most well known trait from that body was the chest that many students, male and female alike, called a "chest of steel." It was obviously full of nothing but pure, beautiful, hard-earned, bulky-but not too bulky muscle. With a chest like that, it was hard to ignore the perfect outlines those hard pecs left along those tight-fitted white school shirts he always wore. His powerful, sculpted arms, "guns," the team liked to call them, could barely be contained by the thin and pathetic cotton material making up the sleeve. And, as with any man these days it seemed, signs of tribal tattoos were just barely visible from the sleeve hem. When he'd turn to face someone, one could not help immediately noticing the entrancing forest green shade of his eyes. Accompanied by strong masculine features, facial hair kept lightly trimmed but never fully shaved off, and a shaved head from being a former navy man, many called Coach Grey "a bearded Vin Diesel" and it wasn't difficult for him to attract girls, despite the fact that he never really paid mind to his natural charm. He was a dedicated man, and had a lot of heart for the game of football. Although he was at times very strict through tedious hours of practice sessions, he cared ...

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At the end of every month there were always so many reports due. David hated this time of the month the most. As usual, he had procrastinated and he would have to work late every night this week, which created an even bigger headache for him at home. His wife hated the fact that he always ended up staying late. She was constantly accusing him of having infidelities and as punishment she would withhold sex. David could still vividly remember how last month he had almost resorted to getting a hooker he had been so horny. “Mr. Knight, will there be anything else tonight?” asked Mitch. Mitch was the new assistant that had been hired for David. He was a young and eager kid, fresh out of college. David knew this was Mitch’s first job since graduation and he enjoyed spending time with the kid. He was always teasing him and giving him a hard time. David treated him like the kid brother he’d never had. “No Mitch you can go ahead and leave. I’ll probably be here for a few more hours, no need for two of us to suffer.” Mitch looked disappointed. “Besides I’m sure you have some wild party or club to get to. I wouldn’t want to stop you from getting some action. At least one of us should.” “Well, really if you like, I could stick around,” he said. “I don’t have anywhere I need to be.” David thought about it for a second. Part of ...

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This is a story based upon real events and can be considered as totally true. It happened pretty much this way. Like a lot of guys in these stories, I could have lusted after the football coaches if I had had much contact with them, but most of my time was spent with the basketball staff. My lanky frame had taken time to develop into a tall coordinated athletic status but by the time that I had hit senior year, I was doing well as a starter on the b-ball team. And basketball was king. In central Illinois, not far from the hot spots in Indiana where they make movies with Gene Hackman where the little Cinderella teams in Indiana always seem to end up being the sentimental winner….well, we were a little Cinderella team also, and we were damned good, even if we were not in Indiana. The five of us starters played well together, and we had been playing together for years. Our coach was fairly new to the community, not yet thirty years old, and was the Assistant Principal at the high school as well as being head coach for the team. He was also tall, at 6’4”, and very personable. Handsome. Blonde. Muscular. He looked really good in the sleeveless jersey with nice biceps and pecs that were on display when he scrimmaged and all of us guys liked him in our own way. My way included a physical admiration. My Dad was a strong supporter, and ...

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“You guys make the perfect couple,” gushed Cynthia as we drove to the restaurant after the wedding rehearsal.“Thanks,” I said.It had been a long road for both of us. I still couldn’t believe we had made it this far. It seemed like ages ago when we met for the first time. That night we had known each other all our lives but we were strangers at the same time. It was ten years ago. I had just turned eighteen when my group of senior friends decided to go to Ft. Lauderdale for spring break. All the wildest parties were happening there and we were going to experience everything. The drive down was incredibly long. At least half the day was spent on the road. By the time we got to our cheap motel we were hungry, cranky, and more than anything we were itching for some fun. We dropped our stuff in the one room we were all sharing, unpacked only our bathing suits and rushed out to seaside.The ocean was breathtaking but we weren’t there for the view. My friends and I wasted no time in hitting the strip. Every club seemed to be overflowing with beautiful women and muscular studs, something for everyone in our group. Actually I was the only one who was interested in guys but there was no way I could let my friends know. I just tried to act like a pussy craving teenager whenever my friends were around.That night after we went out to ...

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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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It all started when I made the bold move to model for one of my university’s art classes, nude model that is. I figured, ‘Hey, I’m a senior. I’ve already established my reputation. Why the hell not?’ After all, I was captain of the soccer team and had been with enough chicks to have also established the reputation of a ladies man, to say the least. Nude modeling was nothing, a no-brainer, and I certainly needed the extra cash the university was offering to shell out to anyone willing to do the job. So, my first day of posing for the class went well, no real problems. As I was a jock myself and tended to run with that crowd, I didn’t know anyone in the class. They were more of the artsy type, if you know what I mean. None of the chicks really struck my fancy, so I knew that me pitching a tent by accident and getting really embarrassed was nothing I needed to worry about. I showed up next class ready to go. I had already changed into my ‘cover up’ as the instructor called it, in other words my bathrobe, and was just shooting the shit with some of the not so cute chicks until the rest of the class arrived when he walked in. I had never seen him around campus before, but he was gorgeous. ‘What was I thinking?’ I started to question myself. ‘I am straight,’ I reminded myself over and over again. ...

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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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