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After Work Quickie

by this_is_chris on Sep 16, 2017
Interracial Love

I pulled my cellphone out of my pocket and checked the time. 6:45pm. Fuck. Yes. I quickly left work, excited that I finally had a weekend off. I had some awesome plans, which included, but were not limited to: Absolutely fucking nothing. As I pulled out of the parking lot, I drove to my 1-bed apartment and thought about what I wanted to eat. Mexican soun...

Black Wives Cuckolding Black Guys

by Samuelx on Sep 13, 2017
Interracial Love

When my wife Kendra broached the topic of cuckolding with me, I tried hard to act surprised and even reluctant. We'd been married for six years at that point, and kept very few secrets from each other. I'm a closet bisexual tormented by my Catholic upbringing and my wife is an atheist. To say that we came from different worlds would be an understatement. Ken...

Black Dom Over Cuck Hubby

by Albuffla on Sep 16, 2017
Interracial Love

I wait patiently against the wall of the theater. People passing by looking me over as I stand there waiting. A couple guys stop and start talking to me, asking me to join them in a booth. I tell them I'm waiting for someone, and they move along. My wife told me you wanted me to wait here and that I'd know when you got there and that it would be you. I hoped...

Somali Lesbians Rule in Ottawa

by Samuelx on Sep 16, 2017
Interracial Love

Sometimes I feel like such a hypocrite. As I sit on the OC Transpo bus, heading to Hurdman Station from the Meadowlands area of Ottawa, before beginning my long trek to the West End, I noticed a pair of blonde-haired white girls in short skirts and tank tops. These two golden beauties walked in and began to chat, and at one point they kissed, obviously to th...

Secret Lives Of Indian Women

by Samuelx on Sep 16, 2017
Interracial Love

Westerners refuse to learn to properly pronounce Sikh Indian names, that's how a proper Sikh lady like myself got saddled with the nickname Aggie, even though my full name is Agochar Chatwal-Vincent. My first name means "Unfathomable" in the Hindi language. Big name for such a small lady, eh? I'm five-foot-five, with light bronze skin, long black hair and li...

Stephen: A Day in Ottawa

by Samuelx on Sep 16, 2017
Interracial Love

As a big and tall young Black man living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario, I get frustrated and angry at the covert and overt bigotry I encounter sometimes. I was on the OC Transpo bus leaving Hurdman Station when some White dude got up and bumped my foot, then stepped on it, all without apologizing. What the fuck, are you kidding me? This bozo did NOT just d...

Rented Out Ch. 06

by voluptuary_manque on Sep 16, 2017
Group Sex

New readers might want to go start at the first chapter in this series for the background. And as usual, I beg for comments and votes. Mark sat listlessly on the sofa in front of the television. Tonight's news was dull, he thought, and dull news made for a happy society—for everyone else. Mark was among the unhappy. His hot little wife, Marilyn, was at he...

Living on the "Wild" Side a Little

by cafwen on Sep 13, 2017
Group Sex

It was a typically hot Thursday afternoon, the African sun just hinting at beginning its lazy descent behind the peaks of the Waterberg. Angie, a single lesbian workaholic, was taking her first vacation for three years. She had a slightly stern, but attractive face, and thick shoulder-length hair caught exactly between brown and blonde. Now, walking slowly...

Zebras May Have Some New Stripes…

by BOSTONFICTIONWRITER on Sep 1, 2017
Humor & Satire

Zebras May Have Some New Stripes... ...But Old Maids Are Still Old Maids What is going on today? Why are there so many attractive and available women everywhere I look? More and more women are, reluctantly (some happily), making their way without a man and living at home or living alone or living with a female roommate who is hot, also. Not to mention, mor...

Internet Passion

by dotti123 on Sep 1, 2017
Group Sex

It was a Friday evening and everyone had left the office for the start of a long weekend. So many people with exciting plans and here I am sat working late, no one to share my time with. All the family had plans which should have meant a quiet weekend at home with a good book and a bit of pampering. So why am I feeling miserable, no noise, no kids, no hassle...