Gay Older Man Stories

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Finding a Perfect First Daddy Cock

by btmboi335 on Apr 3, 2019
Gay Male

This is the true story of the time I lost my virginity to Mike, an older man I met on the internet. I will always remember my times with Mike. His cock was one of those rare, perfect cocks that you can always recall in your mind in a second, so every time we fucked was memorable. I hope you enjoy our first time as much as I did. ***** For as long as I can...

Art for Heart's Sake

by Pelaam on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

Ryan gave a bone-weary yawn and, for the umpteenth time in just a couple of minutes, rechecked his ponytail was still secure as he adjusted his cap. Tony, owner of the small fast-food cafe/take-away, would be furious to know that at 1.30 a.m. he was alone in the shop. Ryan had already decided to start cleaning up and closing down. Sometimes the place could b...

Late Night Hotel Meeting

by 40yrman on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

I am a salesman who is on the road often. I have been married for over 20 years. Except for a college "gloryhole" experience at a local bookstore, I consider myself straight. My territory is rather large, requiring hotel stays often. I have recently found myself more and more infatuated with older men, mainly 60 years and older. I have often fantasized abou...

Virginity for Sale

by KeithD on Jun 1, 2020
Gay Male

"OK, that enough for me for now," Gabe called out, tossing the frisbee one last time to the other Tulane student. Once free of the disk he loped over to the walkway in New Orleans' Audubon Park to the park bench, where he'd left his backpack, running shoes, and T-shirt. He'd been out on the park green in just shorts for the past half hour, tossing the plasti...

Jim's Almost Swim

by yuyuassen on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

The story starts with Jim, a young 18 year old chub, working at a community pool. Check out Jim's camping trip for part 1! "Man this job sucks..." Thought Jim to himself as he sat at the receptionist's desk at the community pool. He sat there every day, watching people come in dry and out wet. Jim would occasionally go for a swim, but felt self conscious...

Home to Fire Island Ch. 04

by sr71plt on Aug 30, 2017
Gay Male

"It's Saturday." "Yes." "You've been here nearly two weeks now," Sam said. He was sitting next to Danny at the dining table in his and Ruth's apartment above the bar while Sally fed Danny a late lunch. It was Sally's apartment too, the young man realized. It had taken him several days to figure out that Ruth and Sally were lovers. Maybe both with Sam too,...

I Am Curious - Garrett

by timmywells on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

"There you are again," chuckled Charlie Gordon as he leaned back against the wall of the hot tub and reached for his glass of iced tea. "You buy a house out in the middle of nowhere expecting privacy..." The retired Marine chuckled as he left the sentence unfinished, because while he did like the seclusion his house out here provided, he also had no problem...

The Master Swim Team

by cubscou88 on Jul 24, 2018
Gay Male

This is a fictional story about a young adult who joins a Master's Swim team full of older men. ***** THE SWIM TEAM, PART I - THE POOL It was summer. Classes at the university had ended only a week ago, and Dennis had finally made it back to his hometown. With no plans for work-he had failed to secure an internship in the city like his father had wanted-...

Too Young Pt. 01

by SWhite1982 on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

Dear Readers, Sorry for being away. Hope you'll enjoy something a little different. —Steve ***** Part I: The Friday For the words: "You're too young." May their shallow depth be recognized. The day that Professor Jason Argos, MFA, handed back the memoir assignments to his Creative Nonfiction class, Ben Patterson was uneasy. It was unlike Profes...

Lower Than the Heart

by sr71plt on Aug 31, 2017
Gay Male

"I can understand you wanting to get away to complete the problem scenes in the second act, but to such a remote place? Do they even have cell service in—what did you say its name was—Oyster, Virginia? It sounds like a dump. Or a pile of rubbish. I have visions of an oyster shell pile on a deserted scrub beach. Everything washed out in soft, weak pastels; ev...