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Her Husband

Posted by Admin on January 27th, 2015 in Mature Erotic Gay Stories

Mike was a light skinned 20 year old college student majoring in Business Law. He was a very busy guy who didn't have much time for anything. He had many friends, but only hung out on a regular basis with a select few. Alan, who is also around the same age, was Mike's right hand man. They had only known each other for about two years, but in that time they both had been through a lot with each other and had grown very close as friends. Through his friendship with Alan, Mike met Lelani & Jay. They both are married with one son. Lelani & Jay have been married for 10+ years, and it's been a rocky one for them. They married young which made it a difficult time for them on many occasions. They managed to make it through all the years, but lately the strain was taking its toll.

Lelani & Jay were in the late 20s both, but they still went to the club on the weekends and hung out just like their younger predecessors. Lelani worked for an insurance company and worked out to keep her figure that she had since her teenage years. Jay worked in the Military and worked out on a regular basis as required by his occupation. Mike, Alan, Lelani & Jay were a close knit of friends. Even though their age differences almost spanned 10 years, they still enjoyed each others company and never ran out of things to talk about.

Affirmative Action

Posted by Admin on January 9th, 2015 in Mature Erotic Gay Stories

I stepped into the last booth. I closed the door and let my eyes adjust for a second or two. Then I pulled out the two rolls of quarters from my pocket and put them on top of the coin box. I opened one roll and put a few quarters into the machine. The screen lit up and I turned a dial to look through the channels.

I chose one with these two guys messing around in a locker room. I undid my jeans and lowered them to my ankles. I had nothing on underneath. I started stroking my cock. I saw the hole into the next booth in the wall to the left and I bent down and peeked into it. There was no one in there. When I had come into the adult bookstore, the only person inside was the clerk, this thin blond guy maybe a few years older than me. I stood there watching the video and jerking my cock for a while and then I heard the bell tinkle up front indicating that someone else had come in.

Shortly after that I heard someone in the hallway outside my door. Then I felt a slight breeze as the door to the booth next to mine was opened. I stood between the video screen and the hole, facing the video screen, so anyone who looked through the hole would see my butt.

Jack And His First Older Man

Posted by Admin on January 6th, 2015 in Mature Erotic Gay Stories

Jack was a 19 year old who has had a few gay sexual experiences with boys his age but loves the thought of having sex with older men. His first time with an older man was with his dads friend. Jacks dads a builder and had a lot of sexy rough looking men. One evening Jacks dad went out and Jack was home alone. He was wearing his work clothes which was a white shirt, black pin stripe trousers and black smart shoes. Suddenly the door bell went and Jack answered the door. It was Dan his dads work mate. He was a short broad man with bronze toned skin, bald head, big brown eyes and big lips. He was wearing timberland boots, light blue jeans and a light grey t-shirt. Jacks 7 inch cock went hard immediately.

Dan said, "Im here to drop a key off for your dad" in his common London accent. Dan handed the key over and said, "Whos home?"

Jack replied "Just me."

Dan smiled and said, "Arent you going to invite me in for a drink?"

"Sure," said Jack stepping to the side to let Dan in.

The Making Of A Houseboi

Posted by Admin on January 3rd, 2015 in Mature Erotic Gay Stories

Ryan left school that day wondering, as he often did these days, what he would do with his life in a month. He had turned 18 in March, now it was May and graduation was a month away. He had made the controversial decision to forgo college -- at least for a year. He was always a decent student, but for Ryan, school was never his big thing. And he honestly just wanted to take some time off to have fun and relax. This set him apart from his friends at Sacred Heart High School, many of whom were enrolled in colleges next year.

Ryan has spent more time playing sports than studying in his four years at Sacred Heart. His focus on sports, especially swim and dive, had left him with a tight, toned body that made many of the girls at his school swoon. And at the mall, he was a favorite of gay men, since he was just about the perfect image of a twink.

His 58" frame was hard and slim: A visible six pack that drew attention at swim meets; strong shoulders; lean, tone arms and legs; and a beautiful, perky bubble butt that fit into his swim Speedo like a glove. He was blessed with soft, smooth skin, with just a bit of brown-blondish fuzz above his 7 inch cock, in his armpits and a faint circle of peach fuzz around the lips of his ultra tight butt hole. Add all that to his closely cut dirty blonde hair and green eyes, and Ryan turned a lot of heads.

Dads Best Friend

Posted by Admin on January 2nd, 2015 in Mature Erotic Gay Stories

It was the summer between my Junior and Senior year. I was barely 18. My parent's let me stay alone most of the time, but they were going on a two week cruise. Since Mike was getting a divorce from his wife and staying with his sister, they asked him to stay at our house. That was ok with me.

Mike was around 6' 8" 290 pounds of hairy blond gorgeous man. He had the most beautiful blues eyes and spent a lot of his time at the gym. No one knew why he and Kristy were getting divorced, but I was about to find out. Mike was 38 years old and had been married to his high school sweetheart. I knew that I was attracted to men, but had never actually been with one. I spent most of my time jerking off to my mother's playgirl magazines.

Well, my parents left, and it was our first night. Mike said he was going to the gym. I mentioned that I had been working out a lot in the garage for a whole year, and wondered if he would give me some help later. He said sure. And said that he noticed that my body was starting to take great shape. Mike left for the gym and said that if anyone called for him to tell them where he went.

Life Bait

Posted by Admin on December 12th, 2014 in Mature Erotic Gay Stories

The doorbell rang at about 5:30 AM and I answered. A tall, dark, very young man with piercing brown eyes and an angular face with a strong nose stood at the door. He wore a tight thin tee shirt that strained against two prominent nipples mounted on muscular chest covering a large ribcage. This tapered down to a narrow waist and slim hips that barely supported a pair of beltless jeans. His thighs were unusually muscular. He offered a familiar lopsided grin that never failed to lift my spirits. In his right hand, he held a fishing rod. A tackle box was slung over his shoulder.

"Hello, Raphael," I opened. "We've been telephoning all morning. There was no answer."

"I was at the gym," he said in a slight Italian accent. "League rules limit how much practice the coaches can require in the summer, so most of the swim team meets twice a week to work out together under the direction of the seniors. I'm one of the organizers. Since I was going to miss today's session, I thought I'd better workout alone."

Big Bear Uncle Farmer

Posted by Admin on December 2nd, 2014 in Mature Erotic Gay Stories

This was my fourth week at the farm: the pale, skinny boy from the big city had been dropped by his bearish business man father, Joseph Corelli, one Sunday morning and was welcomed by his bearish farmer uncle, Edward Corelli.

My uncle was a PhD but had decided at 40 to drop a brilliant academic career and retire to the country, far away from the city smells, only to turn his farm into one of the most innovative and successful businesses in the region.

I hadn't seen uncle Ed during the past eight years, and when I saw him again I was pleasantly surprised and aroused as I had just found out that I was attracted to big, burly, mature men, no twinks like me, thank you very much (well, maybe with the exception of my new jack off buddy, Denny, but then again, I had just discovered masturbation and I had to take what was available).

Anyway, here was uncle Ed, much bigger than I remembered, balding, unshaven, with a beer gut stretching his white t-shirt and lots of new muscles on him; the one thing that hadn't changed was his killer smile, so different from dad's stern composure.

Dakota And His Dad

Posted by Admin on November 27th, 2014 in Mature Erotic Gay Stories

Dell Simon was taking his son, Dakota, camping. It was his eighteenth birthday and they were having this one last time together before the boy went off to college. Dakota drove the four hours to the sprawling wilderness park called Horsehead. The only way to get up to the primitive campground area was on foot and they hiked a mile beyond that to find the most secluded spot they could. They set up camp; a spacious two-man tent, and laid out their sleeping bags. Dell spread one bag out full and they laid the other one on top to cover up with if it got chilly in the night. Neither of them thought it strange that they would essentially be sleeping in the same sleeping bag, as they had done since Dakota was a little boy. They gathered up some wood for a fire then went hiking deeper into the woods. "Think everything will be safe here?" Dakota asked.

"I don't see any signs of anyone having been here in the last century," Dell said. "Yeah, I think it'll be okay to leave it."

Grampas Fuck Boy

Posted by Admin on November 24th, 2014 in Mature Erotic Gay Stories

I could not wait for the end of the school year. I could remember earlier years waiting for school to finally end but none of them seemed to takeas long to finish as the Fourth Grade. As the summer got closer, thetemperature during the day got hotter and hotter just as the sexualexcitement between my legs did the same. I learned about the pleasureof playing with my own peter last year when I had my first dry cum. Ithought that I had discovered the most wonderful thing in the world andI was sure I alone knew the secret, that wonderful pleasure between mylegs. All I knew is that once I discovered it I had to get that greatfeeling in my body every day and not just once each day. I didn'tunderstand it and was afraid that I would lose it or it would just stop butI knew enough to realize that however it worked my peter and balls wherethe primary source for it. Maybe that is why I became so interested inwhat men had between their legs. It was also then that I begin to lookfor the men's underwear ads in the clothing catalogues. I'd have ratherlooked at the real thing, particularly my Grandfather's thing, but Ilearned early the benefit of using whatever else was available that Icould get my hands on to increase my pleasure. As far as the ending ofthat school year was concerned, sure it would be the end of having to goto school every day so I could fill my days swimming and messing aroundon Grampa's farm, but most of all it meant Grampa and I would betogether, just the two of us. Every year Dad and I would go out toGrampa's farm for a couple of weeks but this year in the ninth year of mylife, I was considered old enough to stay out there just with Grampa. Ireally don't remember when Grampa became the object of my desire butI can still remember sitting in school with my little dick always hard andfeeling a different kind of warmth in the pit of my stomach when Ithought about him. What I had not yet figured out was how I was goingto tell Grampa what I felt.

Two Lonely Men

Posted by Admin on November 21st, 2014 in Mature Erotic Gay Stories

When I reached my fortieth birthday, I had been married for nine years, with two kids, but since the divorce two years ago I saw the kids only on holidays. You see, I was straight, or so I thought. Where I grew up, there wasn't really much choice, not then anyway. There were what we called 'queers' around though, guys that dressed funny, and wiggled when they walked, but I never got involved in the popular sport of gay bashing like some of my friends did. I felt let other people live their lives their own way. I shied away from any of the guys at school, and later at college, and at the office, however, who were openly queer. I wouldn't be caught dead talking to any of them. You know how it is. You are known by the company you keep. I certainly wasn't gay! But I admit, I was curious.

I was thirty-two when I got married. "About time," my father said. I thought so too, and that's why I did it. I thought I tried to convince myself that I was in love when I married Christine, I wanted it to be love, but it wasn't, at least not the physical kind, and we both knew it almost as soon as the honeymoon was over. She just didn't turn me on. I really had to work hard at the sex thing with her, and we never had sex with the lights on. Truth is, I couldn't look at her naked body. I didn't find it attractive, and I was always embarrassed when I saw her that way. I used to have to really try hard to keep my cock up long enough to climax, and I think she knew it. After we came home from Miami, and settled into our new house and our regular routine, sex became a Saturday night thing that neither of us really enjoyed. Once, we thought about going to a marriage clinic, but didn't. We tried porno flicks, but I found myself watching the men, and was afraid that she would notice, so I told her I didn't like them. Our sex became routine. Sort of like, we had to do it because we were married. By the time our second child, a daughter, was born, we didn't have sex any more. That's probably why our marriage fell apart. We tried to keep up the pretense for the kids, slept in the same bed, and all that, but that didn't work for long, and one day Christine and the kids were gone. I wasn't sorry. Sort of relieved, really.

Pipe Smoking Daddy Bear

Posted by Admin on November 19th, 2014 in Mature Erotic Gay Stories

The crew had been pouring concrete in the hot summer sun since dawn. One of the new concrete workers was finding it especially difficult to concentrate around 4:45 on this Wednesday afternoon. Since starting the new job, Dan had become secretly obsessed with Mack, the brawny jobsite foreman.

To Dan, Mack was the embodiment of Daddy Bear perfection. Mack was a typical rugged, beefy lumberjack type, late forties, 5' 8" tall, 215 solid pounds with a husky fireplug build and a firm beer gut. With his olive complexion and features, he was unquestionably of Italian decent. His piercing translucent amber eyes, thick auburn brown, but graying hair and bushy beard, not to mention the visible graying fur spilling out from the collar of his buffalo plaid flannel shirt all added to his naturally masculine sex appeal. His massively developed mature chest, shoulders and arms sure didn't hurt either. Mack's stocky, over developed thighs were like tree trunks, stretching the 501's he wore almost past their usual design specs.

True Experiences

Posted by Admin on November 17th, 2014 in Mature Erotic Gay Stories

Looking back, I can't remember the times I passed on the opportunity to have a great sexual encounter. I think about it now and wonder why I chickened out, or wasn't more aggressive when a situation presented itself.

FIRST TIME

The first time was when I was a young teenager. One of the twins that lived next door to me, it was rumored, by my older brothers, was giving blow jobs to two of his older cousins who were visiting his family for part of the summer. My brothers indicated they were doing even more.

Well one time the twin boy and I were playing around in our haystack and he started to feel me up. We wrestled around and he got my pants open. I had already gotten hard, and he rubbed it making me delirious with excitement. I got brave and started groping him as well. Soon he had me out and was playing with my erection. It felt fucking great having someone else's hand touching my prick.

I soon opened his pants and took him out too. We were about the same size although he was a year older than me. He started jacking me off and I did the same to him. It didn't take long for me reach my peek. He started to bend over me like he was going put his mouth on my pulsing dick, but I put my hand up and stopped him. Something I still regret to this day.

Night Trip

Posted by Admin on November 15th, 2014 in Mature Erotic Gay Stories

It had been a glorious day and the night was warm and sultry and, to be honest, I could not sleep. At 1AM I climbed into the car and headed out into the Irish countryside and headed for a nice cove I knew just a short drive from home. As the lights of the city disappeared behind me I reached over and turned on the radio and searching the channels found some soft music to drive by.

I had been out of the city now for about 10 minutes when my headlights picked up a guy walking along the road his thumb out in the time-honored fashion looking for a ride.

Now at 1:30 in the morning walking dark country roads is not something I would like to be doing. Well not on my own anyway. So I slowed down and had a quick look at him. He was young. He looked okay so I stopped a little in front of him and watched as my rear lights picked out his form as he hurried towards the car. NICE, I thought to my self.

I hit the button for the window. "Need a lift?" I asked him. "That would be great, man," he said. "Where are you headed?" I asked. He told me and I said I was going that way anyway.

Getting Fucked On The Trail

Posted by Admin on November 13th, 2014 in Mature Erotic Gay Stories

It was a year before my first anal experience and I had come to the realization that I was gay or at least bisexual. I was 18 at the time and had just given my first blowjob to an older man while jogging in the park. Since then Id taken to cruising the local parks that had all the tale-tell signs of cruising. They were somewhat empty, out of the way, occasional condom wrappers and tissues on the ground and had a few guys hanging out in the parking lot.

Since giving my first blowjob, I had given about 6 more in the following year. They were all older men, at least 25 years my senior, and I assume most if not all were married. The experiences were normally the same. The older guys would want to fulfill their fantasies of being with a younger boy and couldn't wait to have me service them, normally in the front seat of their cars. In the end, I always wanted to be fucked by one of these guys, but most of the encounters were quick blow-n-go's. I wouldn't even get a chance to open up the car door to spit before they'd be starting up the engine to leave.