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Ready Anytime You Are

Posted by Admin on February 25th, 2017 in Mature Erotic Gay Stories

I was almost 18 when Don called and asked me to babysit his son, Mark. I'd watched Mark before, he was 7 and a good kid. Besides, his folks paid well. Don said he'd be late so to plan to spend the night. It wasn't until I got there that I learned that Don's wife was out of town. He said was going out with friends and he'd be late and for me to sleep in his bed. I offered to sleep on the couch, but he said, "No, you'll be more comfortable in my bed."

Mark and I did the stuff most 7 year olds do; catch, rode bikes, watched TV, etc., he took a bath and I tucked him into bed.

I went to the kitchen for a snack and noticed Don's gloves on the counter. They were smooth, black, leather with fur lining. I slipped them on my hands, which were much too small for Don's big gloves, but they felt so good. I reached down and rubbed my crotch imagining they were Don's hands feeling me. Don was a gorgeous man, dark hair, blue eyes, tan, and lean with great muscles. I'd always looked at him in awe and now the gloves that held his hands were now rubbing my crotch and would soon be unzipping my pants and pulling out my dick. I moved to the bedroom and laid on Don's bed and could smell him on the sheets. I rubbed the leather against my skin, I took off a glove an stuck my dick in the fur and jerked slow and easy. It didn't take anytime to get off and I was careful not to shoot in the glove. I thought I'd just lay there a while and regroup, but I fell asleep.

My Horny Brother Jeff

Posted by Admin on February 20th, 2017 in Mature Erotic Gay Stories

I was one of those lucky ones who had a family full of horny men and boys. We were walking hardons growing up and nudity was never a big deal. We were all swimmers and during the Summer it was natural for us to walk around in hardly a stitch of clothing. Growing up in the hot Summers of the South didn't help matters. That heat can really get you going.

I learned some of my best techniques from certain guys in my family. I've played with 3 of my 4 brothers, an uncle, three cousins and a nephew. We still get together sometimes and mess around (not all together - I wish!) It's funny that I'm the only one, besides a great-uncle, who didn't get married.

Growing up, porn in all forms was always available around my house. Coming from a family with four boys and a ex-military Dad, it seems like I remember almost every room in the house having a secret stash somewhere - the garage, the attic, the tool shed, the bedrooms. My uncle even found a old electric dildo under the crawl space of our kitchen once when he was fixing the pipes and called me under there with him to question if I knew where it came from. But that's another story - maybe I'll tell it to you sometime.

Adam And The Gymnast

Posted by Admin on February 17th, 2017 in Mature Erotic Gay Stories

Eighteen year old Adam Higgins had never expressed much interest in gymnastic. True it was his favorite thing to do in his high school gym class. But, that was simply because it came easy to him. With his lean wiry build and unusually flexible body he was a natural. Still he had never expressed much interest in the sport outside of it getting him an easy A in gym. That is to say he never expressed much interest until he met his father's friend Ricardo.

Ricardo had been boyhood friends with Adam's father, Eric, since childhood. Shortly after graduating high school Ricardo married and moved away. Now at fifty years of age Ricardo had just gone through a messy divorce and was moving back to town to start over, so to speak. He had been teaching gymnastics most of his adult life and when an opening came up at the local university he grabbed the chance to come back home.

The minute Adam got one look at Ricardo he knew he had to have him. He was just the type of man Adam loved. Adam had a thing for older men there was no doubt about that. And Ricardo's dark Latin looks were almost too much for the teen to bear. Ricardo wore his hair very short. It was black but sprinkled with grey. A look Adam found very sexy. He also wore a small mustache which Adam also found very sexy. And at fifty the man was built better than most twenty-five-year olds. He had a lean muscular build from all his years of both doing and teaching gymnastics.

My Schottish Lord

Posted by Admin on February 10th, 2017 in Mature Erotic Gay Stories

"George, my boy, I promise you will be very happy at Court!"

My uncle was hardly making me feel better. I was twenty-two years old, and I had been safe and content in my old home in southern England, where I had been raised. I was worldly and handsome, with long dark hair and a finely chiseled face, but this had not been enough. No: my mother's brother had to see that I accomplished all that he wished me to.

"The King will like you."

I made a face. "He is a homely Scot, from what I've heard, and surrounds himself with more favourites than Old Queen Bess had." Queen Elizabeth I had died eleven years ago, and now her successor, King James I of Scotland and England, was in London with his young family and many male favourites.

"But he is King."

"I am young, uncle!" I argued, looking out of the coach window discontentedly. "I am more than twenty-five years younger than he is! Would you wish me to play the harlot to a barbaric, aging lecher?"

Father Finds Fulfilment

Posted by Admin on January 24th, 2017 in Mature Erotic Gay Stories

My Dads name is Simon Horniman - a fact that seems to create endless mirth wherever he goes. To make things even more complicated, he has a business partner, Alex, whos gay. Fortunately, Alex is pretty conservative and doesnt make a big deal out of gayness.

They co-own a kitchen installation company; Alex designs them and Dad and his team install them. Apart from work, Dad and Alex dont have much social contact. They seemed to both prefer it that way - until my Mom died, anyway.

My mother had been ill for several years so when she went it hit Dad and I pretty hard - but since it wasnt unexpected, we both were able to bear up. A few days after the funeral, Alex came round to offer his sympathy to Dad, who seemed a bit surprised that his business partner had actually come to the house. It had never happened before.

Anyway, Dad invited him in and they both got stuck into the bottle of scotch that Alex had brought with him. Alex raised his glass and said: "To absent friends".

For Ever And Beyond

Posted by Admin on January 19th, 2017 in Mature Erotic Gay Stories

To be honest I knew the very first time I saw Matt that I fancied the pants off him, no need for a second glance. But he was, of course, totally unattainable leaving me to do nothing more than dream. Dream of the young man I had met, and believe me dream I did.

The kindly old professor looked at me and smiled. He had been my tutor, my mentor and was now my friend. "So will you return to us next Michalemas Term and take your PhD ?"

"I think so," I replied cautiously.

"Perhaps you should never have taken this year out."

"Oh no," I corrected him. "I don't regret the break even with this current problem. I needed to get away from the academic life of education."

"And yet you chose to teach for a year in a boys' grammar school ? That sound like an oxymoron to me."

"No Professor, not really."

I smiled at him, thought back over all that had happened and sought out the words I would use to explain.

All through my days at school and university I wrestled with my sexuality and knew for certain that I was different. But times then were not the way they are today and it was far from easy. Homosexuality was only made legal in England in 1967 and the years that followed saw those like myself living in a tiny closet society where each individual had no real way of exploring his true self in a wider community of like-thinking peers. There was no such thing then as The Scene, confusion reigned supreme. True enough the sixties had been a time of great liberation but the full extend of that liberation would not be understood for two decades or more and besides much, if not all, was heterosexual based and not focused on a tiny minority who found comfort in those of the same gender. And so I was careful concealed my inner self.

Uncles Home

Posted by Admin on January 18th, 2017 in Mature Erotic Gay Stories

It was June 1976; I , Sean Brickman just finished my Senior year in high school in New York City, and now I was on my way to San Diego.

I spent the past year on the varsity wrestling team and dating all the cheerleaders...and I mean all of them. I never really dated one girl for more than a couple weeks. The reason, of course, was that I got bored with girls easily. I was much happier hanging with my friends, especially my practice partner Rob. We were best friends and probably had more sex together than we both did with girls combined. It was mostly jacking each other off with the occasional blow job but for some reason it was more exciting than being with a girl. Girls smell pretty but after practice Rob smelled hot. We both couldn't wait to get to my apartment on Fifth Avenue and shed our cloths for a major jack off session. But now I was leaving for the summer and Rob was going to Long Island with his parents.

Anyway, I'm on my way to San Diego for the summer and my Uncle Carl, my mothers 31 year old brother, was going to pick me up at the airport. He was going to be stuck with me for the summer even though we hadn't seen each other in about 12 or 13 years.

On A Cruise

Posted by Admin on January 7th, 2017 in Mature Erotic Gay Stories

We came into my cabin. We had been sun bathing on the top deck of this cruise ship, and now it was time for something else.

I told Ray I'd better shower and he could join me if he wanted.

Suddenly he looked a bit shy like he wasn't sure this young man really would be interested in him if I saw him naked. But I was.

"Don't be shy, sweetheart," I said as I kissed him on the lips and started taking off my clothes.

Ray followed my lead and started undressing. Not that we had much on it had been a hot day in the Caribbean.

Ray is cute with his clothes on, but his naked body really turned me on. I had only met him this morning and this was the first time to see him nude.

He's beautiful.

Once naked, he looked at me and smiled at me. His smile is wonderful.

In we went, to the shower room, which wasn't very big so we ended standing right next to each other with very little space around us.

Therefore it was more natural for us to soap each other rather than ourselves. Soon it was more about kissing and fondling than getting clean.

Seducing My Estranged Dad

Posted by Admin on January 6th, 2017 in Mature Erotic Gay Stories

My name is jakoby and I just turned 17, I have a true dad/son story to tell. First let me go back to when it all started, when I must of been 8, as far as I can remember.

First of all, let me add that I'm gay and very feminine. Even at 8, I acted like a little girl, and my younger brother Derek, who's a year younger than me, was a rough and tumble, aggresive brute and beat on me constantly, when ever he could get a chance, which I tried to avoid as often as possible.

My parents were going through problems with their marriage and were constantly fighting and arguing. My mom, at the time, was 16, and my dad 17 when I was born, they didn't get married until I was 4 and my dad was 21.

Well, they got divorced after a brief marriage and my dad took Derek with him and my mom took me. My dad always favored Derek over me, because he didn't like the way I was, being a sissy and all.

I can remember times when he and my mother would get into arguments about not taking me along to ball games with him and Derek every weekend,probably because of my sissy behavior, I think he was embarrassed of me.

The Mechanics Helper

Posted by Admin on January 2nd, 2017 in Mature Erotic Gay Stories

Stan was a widower about 60 years old, and was retired from his engineering job of 35 years six years when his wife suddenly died. Their two kids had long since moved away, and were secure in their own family lives ,and rarely had time to visit the folks, although they did keep in touch with Stan and Helen through long-distance calls, and later on, emails. Since Helen's death, Stan became kind of a loner.

He was not much of a joiner, although he was social, but not a party-guy. He mostly endured the social requirements, and was the butt of soft jokes at his lack of enthusiasm at most events he was forced to attend.There were the invites to dinner by the friends, and the lame attempts to get him 'hooked up' with this lady or that, all to no avail. Stan just wasn't interested, and gently let people know he wasn't interested. He would tell them he was a 'one-woman' man and that usually took care of that, so gradually, people learned that he really would rather be left alone. He was never rude, just distant, they said. Just wanted to be left to his own devices and do the kind of things he enjoyed.

Dads Weakness

Posted by Admin on December 19th, 2016 in Mature Erotic Gay Stories

When I was 18 back in the Sixties, in my last year of high school, I met the school bus every day at the gate of the Army post where my father was stationed. Those were confusing years. I was still trying to decide if I wanted to go on to college or get a job -- maybe even enlist in the Army like my father had at my age.

Dad was a drill instructor at a US Army basic training fort. In the Army, "drill instructor" was a military occupational specialty (MOS), meaning that Dad, unlike in the Marine Corps, could be a drill sergeant year after year. After years as an infantryman and a couple of wounds in combat, I think Dad preferred the life of an instructor.

Dad was a tough guy. Maybe because of his combat experience and his day-to-day screaming and raging at the recruits. Maybe he was just the no-nonsense type. But I was always a little afraid of Dad as I grew up. He had a quick temper, and I got more than one smack for doing something he didn't like. He wasn't exactly cruel to me, just . . . distant. Like he couldn't quite figure me out. Like he could deal with Army recruits but not something as complicated as a little kid.

Mr Howard And I

Posted by Admin on December 15th, 2016 in Mature Erotic Gay Stories

It was my last hour of the day, another boring ass day in Math class, and my teacher was still lecturing about fuckin' algebra shit. I always ask myself why we gotta do this shit? I don't need it in my future. Shit, I'm tryna be a basketball player not a fuckin' math teacher, and it figures this class is my longest. Even though, the class is boring and the work is bullthe teacher ain't that bad lookin'. Naw, he's fine as hell! He was about 6ft 1, nice mahogany brown skin complexion, and big brown eyes with glass over them to make him look studious, short black curly hair, a thick strong neck, incredible sized pecs, beautiful abs, and legs that are just too beautiful to describe. I mean this brotha got it goin' on!

The bell rings and finally this damn class was over for the day. I was in such a hurry to get out; I accidentally knocked all my shit on the floor. "Dayum!" I yelled. Mr. Howard looked over to see what happened. Everyone was gone and I was there on the floor looking like a dumb ass, picking up my papers and shit. "Are you alright, Darron?" he asked me with his baritone voice vibrating over me. I looked up and there was my dream looking down at me. "Yeah, I'm cool." I said in a low tone. "Here, let me help you." He leaned down to pick up the rest of my papers and I noticed his hands.


Posted by Admin on December 10th, 2016 in Mature Erotic Gay Stories

It is the Easter weekend and the rain has set in and I can't go to the beach so I sit here hoping to get off soon on the erotic stories from Mature Gay Stories and look at some of the hot young naked hunks and nice hard cocks.

It's boring but my thoughts wander back to Easter twenty years ago - I was in my late thirties when at the last minute I decided to take a ten day cruise of the Pacific out of Sydney. I was lucky (in more ways than one it turned out) to get a twin share berth due to a late cancellation.

Upon embarkation I found my cabin - although it was an inside one with no window it was quite roomy and comfortable with two single bunks and bathroom. As I opened my bag to get a change of gear I wondered to myself what the guy was like with whom I would be sharing hoping it was not some really old guy when there was a knock on the door. I opened it and there he was - he looked to be in his fifties with grey hair and wearing dress jeans and polo shirt and sneakers and he seemed to look very straight laced indeed.

The Barber

Posted by Admin on December 8th, 2016 in Mature Erotic Gay Stories

Picture it, a town of 900 in 1960 with one barber - that's enough since half the population would be men.

Mr. Daniel, my father's barber, was a nice old man who only charged 2 "bits" for a hair cut - that's two quarters and he even gave us back ten cents if I sat still. Then Bud came to town. He charged a whole dollar. He was also divorced with a son my age.

Bud had all the newest equipment and a shop on the street. Mr. Daniel had his shop in the basement of the hotel. Yes, we had a hotel. Why, no one knew.

Bud also gave the newest hair cuts, flattops with Butch wax and every thing Mr. Daniel had a hard time doing a flattop since he was old and his hands were not steady. So being 15 and wanting to be in style, I went to see Bud.

Sitting in Bud's chair was neat. Bud was over 6 foot tall and had muscles bulging out his sleeves. He wore a white coat which hid most of the rest of his torso.

During my first haircut, I noticed something different about Bud. I sat real still for him, like I did for Mr. Daniel with my hands hanging over the arm rest. But as Bud moved around the chair to cut the sides and front of my hair, he would lean into the back of my hands. At first I didn't think a thing about it, but the second and third time it happened I noticed a large bulge drag across my fingers.