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Sometimes you need more than just dirty pictures to get off. So for all you sexual intellectuals out there I bring you a steamy sampling from one of my favorite gay erotica sites, Sticky Pen.
It’s not for everyone, but the boys that partake really get into it! We’re talking about fisting of course and what better place to get our fetish pic of the week than from FistingCentral: the hub of the ass-punch. If you like it hardcore, you’d be going some to get more hardcore than this.
Our fetish fix this week comes care of those fine fellows at BadPuppy who’ve brought us a visual feast… literally. This hot young stud could be in a Caravaggio painting and I’m not sure what he’s going to do with all those apples but I intend to spend the rest of the weekend fantasizing about it 
Enjoy the hot food sex.
You can see the rest of the shoot here.
StickyPen.com, the gay erotic fiction archive, has announced the winner for its cowboy-themed fiction contest in honor of Raging Stallions Studios’ hit film, To The Last Man.
Since March, members of the site have been able to submit their steamiest piece of cowboy erotica for consideration in the contest. The winner was announced yesterday on the site as bardnc for his submission, Real Cowboys in Cowboy Country.
“The decision was difficult,” admits Clarke, the site’s administrator. “All of the submissions were great reads. But someone had to be a winner and I think bardnc’s story deserves top honors.”
He will receive the autographed copy of the To The Last Man coffee table book, shot by renowned photographer Bruno Gmunder, offered up as first prize. The authors of the other entries will receive 30 free minutes in the Sticky Pen VOD theater.
“This was our first contest and it was a complete success,” Clarke adds. “I want to thank everyone who wrote, read or voted on the contest stories. Without them, it wouldn’t have been possible!”
Raging Stallion Studios‘ To The Last Man is a gripping tale of love and passion, ranch style. It features an all-star cast that includes Ricky Sinz, RJ Danvers, Scott Tanner and Logan McCree. The critically acclaimed feature was the 2009 XBIZ winner for Best Director and Best Picture and won an impressive 18 GAYVN Awards at this year’s show.
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Here’s an excerpt from the winner!
…These were “real cowboys” all over the bar. I had talked with no one but had viewed everyone. The bartender would occasionally ask a question, always knowing the answer before he asked. “You from out of town?” “You ever been here before?” “You want some of Maxine’s chili?”
At first I thought I was imagining it, but as I drank more beer, I was sure he was relaying this sparse information to a real-looking, real-good-looking cowboy down at the other end of the bar. When I could check him out without being too obvious, I was pretty impressed with the image of an outdoorsman with a bit of weathered face, a bit older than me, with the build and look of a man who worked hard and had the body to show for it. I was convinced that this was probably the real-life image of a cowboy, the vision that I had been wanting to see. I stared at him a lot, but made sure that my looking could not really be called cruising because, as the taxi driver said, this “ain’t a gay bar” and there was no indication that any of the patrons were.
When I finally felt that I had had enough of the “local color” and enough beer, I swiveled off the stool, did a perfunctory “Good night” to the bartender and to no one else in particular, and ambled toward the door. The real cowboy was headed for the door at the same time, and he held it open for me. “You coming?” he asked good naturedly in a velvety baritone voice. I smiled my thanks and we both departed the bar.
I scanned the street for a taxi, but the velvet voice behind me simply said, “This way” and I fell into step with him. Small talk. “Brrrr, chilly!” “Smoky in there, wadn’t it?” “Singer was not very good, was he?” And other similar one-liners that he asked. I could not think of anything really to ask. What I wanted to ask was, “Are you a real cowboy?” and “Where are you taking me?” but kept my mouth shut and trotted alongside this beautiful stud in tight jeans and plaid shirt. Overall, he looked authentic western and my outfit looked like it was from Macy’s. Which it was.
“Here we are” he said as we came upon a Best Western motel. We’re going up to the fifth floor” he said, and though he had never invited me, it was certainly understood that I was his intended guest. How more fkn appropriate could you get? I smiled to myself, than a friggin’ Best “Western” hotel. As we got into the elevator, which now provided the most lighting for seeing him that I had had all evening, my legs went to jelly. The guy was ruggedly handsome with blue-grey eyes that made direct eye contact with me and …
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I go to a Chinese buffet-style restaurant every once in a while – the food is decent and cheap, and it’s all-you-can-eat (which, in my case, is quite a bit!)
I usually go there on Saturday for lunch, but I was otherwise occupied yesterday, and didn’t get there until later in the evening. I was alone, as usual, and was seated at a single table towards the back.
To my left, across the aisle and a little in front of me, was a group of young people, seven of them seated at a large round table. I thought at first that they were high-schoolers, but from their conversation, they were apparently high school buds who were all now in college. They were a mixed group, both in gender and ethnically – a couple of whites, a couple of Asians, and three blacks. They laughed and talked and ate and carried on – sitting so close to them, I couldn’t help but enjoy their easy camaraderie and youthful high spirits.
The scenery was also quite striking – all of them were attractive, shapely young animals – the boys as well as the girls – and I found the shape of their tight young buns as they walked up to the buffet line quite stimulating. The jiggle from the girls, and the swagger from the guys as they came back to the table was also highly provocative.
One of the guys particularly caught my eye (as well as the attention of other parts of my personal anatomy) – he was Asian, which is a type I usually don’t go for – they tend to be too short and too thin for my taste. This one, however, was taller than most, about 5’10”, with very broad shoulders above a very tight nipped-in waist, and a rack of very solid muscles showing under his tight black button-down shirt. His equally tight black jeans showed off his beautifully rounded bubble-butt to their best advantage, a fact of which he seemed to be very much aware. He had a handsome but not pretty face, clean-shaven, with beautifully shaped black eyebrows like wings above snapping black eyes, and straight gleaming black hair worn fairly long. He spoke clear, unaccented English with his friends, but he also spoke some rapid-fire dialect of Chinese to the restaurant staff, whom he seemed to know also.
My target was sitting at the table opposite me, so I had a clear view of him as he lounged with his friends. Sometimes he would put an arm up on the curved back of the booth, and lightly caress the shoulder of whoever happened to be sitting on either side of him. The kids did not always come back to the same seats that they had left, except for him – he always returned to where he had been, directly in my line of vision.
I had thought that I was being discreet in my ogling of the group, especially of this one young man, but (as I found out) I was not being nearly as circumspect as I thought…
Miguel picked up his pace as he finished his last couple of laps around the track before he slowed to a walking pace. There were a few others on the track with him, mostly women but there was a man in high riding shorts and a tank top who was running sprints. Miguel thought about the possibility of pacing this man for sport but with this heat and humidity, even this late in the afternoon, it would be foolish.
Running charged Miguel up, looking at other sweaty men in shorts with their strong muscled thighs working, moving gracefully. He often wondered what other joggers wore beneath their shorts or if he was the only one that used the inner lining of his shorts as underwear. His cock bounced freely on occasion, he’d see an ass in shorts that’d make him instantly hard and he’d have to adjust himself in the middle of his run.
Miguel was infatuated with the man running speed work on the track as he cooled down and stretched. When Miguel sat down two lanes away from the panting man who had stopped his fast pace, Miguel looked up at him and his cock stirred. Thin, quivering thighs stuck out from thin black shorts as the man bent over to stretch his hamstrings, giving Miguel quite an eyeful of tight ass.
Miguel stood up, walked towards the man and offered him the towel for his face.
“Thanks man. I appreciate it. That’s my last one.” His panting between words indicated just how tiresome his speed work was.
“My name’s Miguel. I’ve seen you out here numerous times. You training for something?”
“Name’s Kevin. I’m just a 5k man but you’ve gotta stay in shape during season, right?”
“Yup.”
Miguel noticed Kevin’s facial features as he examined the rest of his body. Kevin’s small frame held plenty of definition beneath his tank top and shorts. The dirt on his shoes showed Miguel that Kevin did a lot of trail running. Miguel was sure he’d seen him before.
“How about you? I’ve seen you out on the track doing speed work occasionally.” Miguel’s panting slowed as he patted himself off.
“I used to be a more serious runner but work has forced that to take a back seat. Now I rarely get out and when I can, it’s out here.”
“Peace and quiet among the roads and rubber eh?”
“Yup,” both men chuckled. Miguel stood up, slipped off his shoes and threw them in his bag by the side of the track. Miguel’s thoughts strayed as his mind twisted words. He’d like to see Kevin with just a rubber over his stiff erection.
“Hey, you wanna go out and get something to drink after a shower?” Kevin’s upbeat tone returned as he cooled down and chugged Gatorade from his sports bottle. Miguel watched droplets of the blue liquid run down the man’s chin and his neck. He had to readjust himself before answering.
“Sure, I live close by. We could meet somewhere.”
“Or you could just use my shower. I have a Jacuzzi you could…
My friends had thrown me a party. A graduation party to be exact and I got a little snookered, if you know what I mean. Actually so wasted that I don’t remember what happened.
I had definitely celebrated a little too much. I found myself waking up with one hell of a hangover and lying beside me in my bed was, god knows whom.
I was sitting on the edge of the bed that morning wondering what the hell happened. The young guy looked to be about nineteen, completely naked but then I was naked too. Although this young man was one hell of a good-looking man, I wasn’t sure why we were both naked. I looked down and lying on the floor beside the bed was a used condom, full of cum. Damn, all I could think was, “who got fucked? Him or me.”
Then this young man, rolled over. He was still asleep and sporting one of the biggest hard on’s I had seen in a long time. He looked to be about nine inches long and about wrist thick. I knew then that I must have fucked him because my ass would have been in pain from that cock and two the condom was on my side of the bed.
About that time he stirred, stretched, looked at me and smiled. He reached up and rubbed my shoulder and said, “Man, last night you were amazing. You sure suck a mean cock, man, and that fucking you gave me was awesome. It got me off a second time.”
“Glad you enjoyed it, now may I ask you who the hell are you?”
“William, you know? Larry’s friend.” Then my mind started coming out of the fog I was in.
“Well William, I’m sorry but I must have gotten so drunk I don’t remember anything.”
“Well Ken, I will tell you, you’re one hot number in bed and I could easily fall in love with you. Last night’s sex was the best sex I’ve ever had.”
“Sorry William, but I will be leaving for Dallas Monday morning. I’ve taken a job as an electrical engineer for a company there. I have already gotten my apartment and everything is set up for my getting there.”
“Well what a shame, you’re one hot dude and I really enjoyed my night with you very much. Maybe if I leave my number with you we can keep in touch, you know just in case?”
“Sure, that would be fine with me.”
We got dressed and said goodbye to each other and he left. I started getting my stuff packed that I hadn’t sent ahead to my new apartment.
Monday came and I told my parents goodbye, then took off for Dallas. I had driven most of the day and I was driving through this rural area of Arkansas, when I looked down and noticed that I had been hitting the speed a little heavy, almost eighty miles per hour to be exact.
Then I heard this most wonderful of sounds, a police siren. I looked into the rear view mirror and noticed a patrol car behind me, with his red lights flashing. All I could think of was “This is gonna cost a pretty penny, just what I needed, especially now.”
I pulled over, got out my registration papers, Insurance card, and driver’s license. The Officer walked up beside my car, I rolled down the window and…
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 was like an old, familiar lover.
He closed his eyes, head tilted slightly back, letting the world around him bring him to a deeper sense of peace than he had known in his entire life, when the sound of crunching gravel came from the road in front of his house. Not accustomed to traffic this time of evening, especially on the road in which he lived where houses were generally about a mile apart and inhabited by older couples whose families had lived there for generations. They were never out and about, so hearing the car approaching startled him out of the trance he had placed himself. As the car slowed and turned into his drive, headlights invading the night, his heart raced as he first wondered who would be coming to his house in the middle of the night, and second, they were coming to his house and there he stood, naked as the day he was born.
In a rush, he ran to the backdoor of the house and made it to his room where a robe hung from the back of the door. As he slipped it on, he heard a slight rap at the door. He made his way to the front room, his curiosity piqued. In the city, there would have been the peering through peepholes and a chain lock to try to give some sense of protection. Out here, the only barrier to any unwanted intruder was a flimsy old screen door and his wood door, which at the moment was open, allowing the breeze to filter through the house. He wondered if he should grab a bat from the hall closet, but it was in plain sight of the visitor and if he needed to rush to get it, he hoped he could make it.
“Can I help you?”
Standing at the door, stood a hulky silhouette of a man, the moonlight lightly cascading a faint glow to…
I was awoken by the jolt of the airplane landing. The gray gloomy skies of Hong Kong lay outside my small window I was using as a pillow. There was a ping noise and the passengers started to get up. We filed out and those in my class grouped up outside the gate. We were on our senior trip, and just got off our 12 hour flight from Chicago with a layover in L.A. that left at noon. We were groggy and anxious to get to our hotel, as we were suffering from jetlag. Nevertheless, we had to follow our teachers and behave as we ‘represented the school’.
We arrived at the hotel lobby and the chaperones began to pair us up. “Aaron,” she called my name, “and Jayden, you will be in room 966.” All I could think of was how lucky I was to get paired with him, Jayden Andrews, the hottest guy at our school in my eyes. He had black hair and tan skin, which were offset by his green brown eyes. He had the most distinguished look to him and I couldn’t stop staring at him. He always dressed so nice, and looked so delicate, but not in a bad way. He wasn’t one of those mindless jocks, but was an intellectual caring person, which made me love him all the more.
After I was finished gawking at him, I picked up my luggage and key and we headed to our room. I tried to make small talk with him on the elevator ride to the 9th floor, but we were never really friends so it was difficult. Another factor was I was never really good with connecting with the same sex, odd enough. I have many girls that are friends, which is really how I know Jayden as they are his friends too. I was determined to connect with him since we were to be sharing a room together for a week and a half.
We got to talking about politics, and I found out he felt just as I did. We were both liberals with fitting views on abortion and the environment. He made a point to mention his disgust on how gay people are treated. This really intrigued me and I agreed with him. By this time we had made it to our room, a decent sized room with two twin beds a couple of inches apart. The conversation then began to flow more freely. After a while we were left in silence. I felt like I totally knew Jayden and did for years. He felt the same way and just smiled at me. We were then interrupted by the phone ringing. It was one of the parents instructing us to go to dinner in the lobby. We ate a great meal and soon retired to our room.
“I think I am going to go to bed.” I informed him.
“Yeah, me too. I just need to change.” He said with a smirk.
“Me too.” I went over to my luggage and found my pajamas, then turned around. I saw Jayden slowly taking off his shirt, almost like he was doing it just for me. He threw it on the ground and unbuttoned his stone washed jeans, then slid them down slowly with a slight gyration of his hips. I guess I didn’t realize it, but I was out right staring at Jayden by now and he loved it. He then put his thumbs inside the waist band of his…
There’s a girl up in 4B who says she likes puppies, but she sucks strange men’s dicks on the weekend. A different guy every weekend. One time she came over and we sat on my couch together. She leaned over and kissed me and then laughed at me.
“I just sucked a guy’s dick,” she tells me. Her name is Suzette.
The same thing happened to me in ninth grade: I was thirsty and asked the girl behind me if I could have a drink of her soda. She said “sure” and after I took a swallow from her can, she laughed and said “I suck dick, you know,” and everyone laughed. I thought of her friend Carl, who I had seen walking around the locker room with his decidedly adult sized penis flopping about. I didn’t tell her, or anyone, that I didn’t care if she sucked dick. I didn’t tell her that I was kind of jealous of her. I didn’t tell her, or anyone else, that I was kind of hoping she had sucked one during lunch, right before she bought her soda.
I don’t tell that to this girl, either.
The girl from 4B says that she wants a puppy but can’t have one, and she waits for me to ask her why. I do and she tells me about the first puppy she had in her apartment. She brought a strange guy home and was giving him head when her puppy started humping his leg. The guy got so freaked out that he kicked the dog hard enough to crush its rib cage, and then ran out of the apartment with his pants around his knees and his dick still flopping around. Now she’s afraid to get a dog because she still brings men home. She really wants a puppy, so I ask her why doesn’t she give up dick and get one. She explains to me that sexual fetishes develop when you’re young, like infant-young, and her parents didn’t take her pacifier away soon enough when she grew older, so now she has to suck dick on the weekends or she’ll go crazy.
“Dick”. That’s her word for it, and she says it so often that I’m uncomfortable.
Dick. Dick. Dick.
After she goes home, I masturbate. I sit on the couch, lean back, and close my eyes. I think about her, in her apartment, kneeling before a guy. I think about her putting her hands on his crotch, and looking up at him with a smile. I think that she’s always happy, no matter what the guy looks like. No matter what his penis looks like. I have seen some of her men. It’s them that I imagine, standing in front of her, getting hard. I think about them, and I pull my own penis free from my shorts. I think about how easy it is for her. She knows what she wants, and she takes it. She doesn’t seem to care what anyone thinks about her. I masturbate, thinking about her pulling a guy’s jeans down, wriggling them over his stiffening erection. I masturbate, thinking about her pushing her face into his white cotton briefs, and feeling his cock roll against her face. I masturbate, thinking about her taking his dick in her mouth, and I ejaculate.
I don’t like Suzette. She is off-putting. But I envy her. I envy her ability to take what she wants.
Suzette comes over Saturday night. I…
I grew up in a small midwestern town with two younger sisters that were always under foot. Even though I was only two years older than Betty, the oldest girl, both girls looked up to me as their big brother and always asked questions that they wouldn’t confide with our parents. Needless to say, I grew up quickly in order to stay on top and be able to guide them along their puberty.
I had my own room while Betty and Ann shared a bedroom. As I graduated high school, I set out for college in California thus, Betty took my room over and the two girls were able to have some privacy of their own.
During my high school years, Betty had a boy friend. Well, Bobby was kind of a nerd. Sandy blonde hair, skinny body, baggy pants and large black horn rimmed glasses that almost took over his entire face. Betty and Bobby were best of friends and as a big brother I wasn’t worried about any hanky panky going on between them. I just knew he wasn’t her type but was just a good friend. They studied together and even went to school dances. When Bobby was by himself, he always had his face buried in a book.
I was in my fourth year of college. I had a job in one of those fast food places that helped pay for some amenities that I often needed. My parents had set up a college fund for me and it was paying for my living accommodations and my schooling. I had only returned home on special occasions like Christmas or a family event.
Each time I came home, I was surprised how much my sisters had matured. They were both very attractive young ladies. Ann was getting ready to go to college and Betty was working at a local grocery store but was in her first year of college.
I would often call home to talk with Mom or Dad and wind up spending an extra half hour talking to the girls. Betty informed me that she and Bobby, now called just Bob, were engaged. I thought to myself, she is engaged to him, the nerd? He had already gotten a job and in just one year, was promoted to manager of a large department store. I guess all that reading paid off for him. The date was set for the wedding and I planned to fly home for the event.
Upon arriving at the airport, I was to be picked up by someone and taken to the homestead. I waited at the passenger loading ramp for what I thought was an excessive time when I felt someone tap my shoulder. I spun around to see this very handsome young man with a big smile on his face. “Hey Jim, I’ve been waiting for you inside.” I knew I should know him but I just couldn’t figure from where. I told him that I was waiting for someone to pick me up. He laughed and said, “That’s me!”
I said, “Who are you?”
“You don’t recognize me? I’m Bob.” He was now a very handsome young man and had grown a few inches taller and his body had matured into a sleek and quite muscular shape.
As we walked to the parking lot at the airport, I couldn’t help but notice his beautiful butt. He was dressed in Levi’s that hugged his ass and in the front, the bulge was quite impressive. I couldn’t help think…
