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The Old Man

by rjohnson on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

I met him in the trees. It was a very secluded area with narrow pathways and hidden alcoves right in the middle of town. He was older, maybe in his sixties and walked with a cane and a slight limp. His face was weathered and had a small growth of beard, maybe two days old. I was most surprised to see him in the surroundings and more surprised when he walked...

Sissy Cuckold & The Old Bull Ch. 02

by DirtyDaddyHunter on Sep 19, 2017
Gay Male

"Now for your turn" leers the old bull, stroking the mushroomed head of his gnarled old cock. The old man starts to get hard again and grabs the husband's head. He slams his cock back in the husband's mouth, brutally facefucking him. "Is that what you want Sissy? To be Daddies pantied cocksucker? "The husband chokes and gags on this vile old man's big cock,...

Mountain Man's Prey

by RockyIndy on Aug 31, 2017
Gay Male

Author's note: I want to apologize ahead of time for the length of this piece. I began writing it and it just got away from me. I guess I should be glad the words came so easily, but I am afraid I may have written too much. Again I apologize for the overall length, but I really do hope each of you enjoy this piece. Rob woke up early hoping to make it to w...

Old Jack

by exaucer on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

It was the summer of 1973 and I had just finished my first year in college. I was chasing every blonde girl I met and having relative success given that I was slight of build and very young looking. Being young looking had meant that I was often accosted by middle aged, mature men, who saw me as a pretty boy. While I was often attracted to some of those men...

In the Man-Sex Minefield

by Coxswain on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

Chapter 1 I sprinted at full speed, stark naked, cock swinging, hiding my face, scrambling up the slope behind the beach to dive behind the bushes. Oh, shit! Oh, fuck! Oh, hell! Peering back through the branches, I saw Staff Sergeant Nilen looking the other way. Whew, that was close. I gnashed my teeth. Buck naked and crouching behind the bushes, I felt li...

Miraculous Big

by Coxswain on Sep 25, 2017
Gay Male

I don't know how I worked into this. Just lucky, I guess. Got my daddy's genes. Horny stuff has happened to me since way back in high school. I was, what, eighteen? Heat had a lot to do with it. Ninety degrees any day of the week in the summer and not much less even in winter. In 1950 St. Uanitá was a dusty little town in the deep South built around a cross...

Bisexual Journey Ch. 07

by diagones on Sep 1, 2017
Gay Male

When Barry was gone I walked to my mirror to examine myself. Who are you? What are you? A twenty seven year old man stared back at me. Six feet tall, well developed, big cock dangling. Good looking, hell yes, vanity justified by too many genuine compliments from women. Chestnut colored hair full and half long on my neck below my ears. Green hazel eyes. Fair...

The Last Groundhog Day

by quipogo on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

Note: This story is about a man trapped in the routine of his small world, from which he is not able to escape. I use the term "Groundhog Day" in reference to the film of the same name, in which a man was literally trapped in that precise day, so every time he woke up it was Groundhog Day again. Thank you for reading, I hope you lke it. * * * [Alarm buz...

Subduing the Captain

by Coxswain on Sep 1, 2017
Gay Male

The following is a true story as told to me by a friend. Back in the late Fifties, I was the captain of a US Navy vessel, a big man o' war (that shall remain nameless). Three heavy gun turrets, a couple dozen torpedoes, several million dollars' worth of seagoing steel, and several hundred men were my command, but as the CO, I was enjoying my last cruise. I...

Curious

by 80niner on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

The rest room opened off the food court in the small mall across the parking lot from the Weeping Willows Retirement Apartments. Jake Sawyer stood at the urinal, cock in hand, willing a golden stream to gush forth and splash against the gleaming white porcelain. A portly, black bearded man in a plain, gray jogging suit entered, stepped up to the idle urina...