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A Father And Son Fantasy

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

Rolling along the interstate at dusk, on vacation and with no real destination in mind, I pulled into the very large rest area. After finding a parking space away from the restrooms, I turned into a space and parked. I had been driving for a good while and needed to relieve myself in a bad way. Stepping up to a urinal, I whipped out my beauty and let it flow. Seemingly out of nowhere, a rather young looking man stepped up to the stall beside me and revealed a very hot looking, semi hard cock. His stream also flowed with great intensity and he must have needed relief as bad as I. He finally uttered something about how driving and having to pee caused his dick to stay semi hard and he needed to piss really bad. I glanced at his cock again after hearing this and it had grown even harder than before. In his hand was a very beautiful 6-inch tool with a swollen and glistening purple head, and it was spilling a stream of hot yellow liquid.

I responded to his comment by saying, yeah, it does me the same way too. At this point, I could feel his gaze upon my own stiffening cock. The thought of him looking at my cock gave me shivers along the length of my body and my cock grew to a raging hard on in an instant. I slowly and openly stroked my cock while looking at his beautiful hard dick, which was now at full attention. The swollen crimson purple head looked very suckable as it gleamed wetly in the light from overhead. Slowly his hand made its way over to my stiff cock and he stroked my dick for a short while until we heard the door open; he quickly withdrew his hand and acted like nothing had happened. He put away his stiff dick and quickly made his way towards the door.

Action Hero

Posted by Admin on August 24th, 2015 in Mature Erotic Gay Stories

He's my hero. I'm his greatest fan. Who is he? Why, he's Action Hero, of course. That's right, Action Hero. You know him. He's on TV every Saturday morning hosting those morning shows like the ones you used to watch when you were growing up. Now, I'll get to meet him for the first time. My dad just became his agent.

"Hi, Billy, I'm Action," he thrust his hand forward to shake mine. His grip was so tight and so strong my palm sweated. He wore his full uniform, red from head-to-toe, with the white star on the blue band that runs across his chest. Wow! What a chest!

"Are those really your muscles?" I asked impulsively referring to the incredible bulges everywhere. Did I say that? It wasn't just his biceps and thighs. Action's suit fit his every muscle. When my eyes wondered down to his crotch I saw more than I ever expected. His uniform didn't fit that way on the Wheaties box.

He smiled from under his mask. His eyes lit up. His teeth sparkled, just like on TV. The ends of his mouth curled up and his smile broadened. Although, he looked as sinister as he did sincere like when I'm pulling a fast one on my friends. All I can tell you is I wanted to kiss him right then and there. Could he know that as I grew up I used to play with myself in bed at night dreaming about him? Boys are supposed to dream about cars and guns and sports, they say, and eventually about girls. But, I creamed over Action. He's my Hero and always will be.

Solarium Sex

Posted by Admin on August 5th, 2015 in Mature Erotic Gay Stories

Allen's stiff prick slid sloppily up and down Donny's ass crack as he hugged Donny tightly, his breath pumping hotly into Donny's ear, accompanied with small jets of spittle. Donny's head had fallen backward in languished relaxation as he gave in to the multiple pleasures coursing through his body, one of which was the hard dick massaging his ass cheeks. Every once in a while Allen's angry dick tip knocked at Donny's puckered hole. And though their bodies were thick with sweat, not only from their heated rutting but also because the solarium seemed more humid than usual, Donny could still feel Allen's thick matt of chest hair sliding sensually across his back like a warm wet rag. The intermittent sucking sound when Allen lower chest pulled away from Donny's back added to both men's pleasure. And then there was the matter of Allen's expert hands. The men, locked tightly together with Allen's arms wrapped around Donny, Allen's hands alternated between caressing Donny's pecs and manipulating the monster hanging between Donny's legs.

My Former 8th Grade Teacher

Posted by Admin on July 30th, 2015 in Mature Erotic Gay Stories

Hello, my name is Corey and this is a true story about an experience I had with my 8th grade teacher Mr. Cameron. When I was in middle school there was this really hot teacher Mr. Cameron. Some people said he was gay, but others said that was not true because he was married and had a son.

Since I was young I've always been very attracted to older men, and Mr. Cameron was very hot, I used to look for him everyday just to get a glance of him so I could fantasize about him all day then go home and jerk off. He was about 5'11", 200 pounds, white hair that at one time was blond, and blue eyes.

The first year in middle school he had a mustache then for the last three he shaved it off. He was so hot I used to wish I knew his son who was my age but went to a different school so I could maybe sleep over and get closer to Mr. Cameron. I had the year books for each year and used to look at the pictures of him and masterbate.

So in eigth grade I got lucky and got Mr. Cameron as my homeroom teacher. Every morning my body was on fire and my cock hard from just looking at him. I used to have endless fantasies about him being stressed out from teaching all day then I could give him a blow job while he sat at his desk in his shirt and tie, or him taking me to a motel to get naked and do everything.

Cop For A Lover

Posted by Admin on July 29th, 2015 in Mature Erotic Gay Stories

I had moved into a small duplex and had lived there little over a month. It had a small kitchen and eating area, a good size living room/den, nice sized master bedroom, a further small bedroom and a one-car garage.

My next-door neighbor was a policeman named Art and like me was twenty-four years old. He was a very good-looking guy about five foot ten inches tall and in very good shape as he regularly visited the gym and jogged several miles each day. We had run into each other outside our duplexes and visited with each other several times just chitchatting but did not know one another all that well.

Arts work schedule varied and he would work different hours on different days of the week. He had a habit of changing into his uniform at the police headquarters and very seldom came home in it, so hardly any of the neighbors knew he was a policeman. Most days he would go to the gym and work out before returning home in his civilian clothes.

One Saturday afternoon, Art was outside, barefooted, wearing only a pair of shorts working in the yard and then washing his car. He liked to work in the yard and be out doors and when he mowed, trimmed hedges, etc.; he would also do my side of the yard. It only took him a few more minutes to do this and he said he found it enjoyable.

Caught By My Professor

Posted by Admin on July 16th, 2015 in Mature Erotic Gay Stories

I was already in college when I discovered the joys of getting anonymous blowjobs in an old movie theater in Avenida. I frequent the place every time I got horny and was I horny always.

At that time, I was still studying in a well-known private university nearby. I'd usually go get myself a blowjob in between my class schedules, especially if it was more than 4 hours long. After getting some, I'd come back to class with a satisfied grin on my face.

It was a Wednesday and suddenly my schedule from 11 pm till 5 pm was open. Prof. Toralba (Theology teacher - 11 to 12 pm) and Prof. Cunanan (Natural Science teacher 1 3 pm) were absent. So, where would a horny boy like me go to spend all his free time? Where else but in an old movie house in Avenida. Time to get a long satisfying anonymous blowjob.

To get there was just a jeepney ride away from my school. I got there around 11:30. I was so horny that I didn't care about lunch. I paid my orchestra ticket and got in. It was still early, not much people yet. I sat somewhere in the middle section. The movie was a local 80s bold film. I watched a little. Bad acting. Bad script. Cute leading man though but the leading lady looks like a maid. Who cares, I came here for a blowjob.

Getting It From A Trucker

Posted by Admin on July 10th, 2015 in Mature Erotic Gay Stories

When I was 14, I had a best buddy whose daddy drove one of the big rigs across the country. One afternoon I went over to my buddy's house after school and his daddy's truck was parked out front. The family car was gone from the driveway and my buddy explained that his mom was staying overnight at a relative's house. He asked me if I wanted to meet his daddy. He said his daddy was in the bedroom.

We went inside and he called out to his daddy and asked if we could come in to the bedroom. His daddy was in the bed and had a sheet covering up his crotch but the rest of his body was uncovered. His daddy was 6'3" and was covered with soft brown hair. I could not breathe. I had never seen anything that excited me the way this trucker's body was exciting me. My little peter was doing funny things. The trucker asked his son if he could run down to a local store and get him a pack of cigarettes. When I started to leave with my buddy, his father said, " No need for both of you to go; you stay here and talk with me hile he gets the smokes. I've been wanting to talk to one of his buddies to find out just what kind of mischief the little devil is getting into with the girls at school and this will be my first chance. "

Uncle Harold

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

I'm in Los Angeles on business, end of a tiring trip. Its Friday and, instead of catching the red-eye back to DC, I decide to stay overnight and get a seat on a noon flight. My Ex has relatives in LA, including her lovely grandmother and a gay uncle, Harold, about 15 years older than me, about 5'6" slight frame, short gray hair and mustache, nice deep blue eyes. His eyes, I thought, were quite nice. Even though I'm divorced, I like her grandmother and usually had fun with Harold (no, nothing sexual) because he is a child of the 60s and usually has some pot, which I still get an occasional kick doing. So, I call grandma up and she invites me for dinner, of course. Hey, free food -- she is a good cook -- I'm there.

When I arrive at her and her second husband's place Harold's there to. Now, this is five years ago, I'm 49, Harold is going on 64, but he is slightly built and has kept himself in good shape, probably for his "boyfriends." Now, I thought Harold was pretty hot in that older, obviously gay man way, and had fantasized about trying to hook up with him at least once. But Man, I was married to his niece--just too weird. Over dinner Grandma asks what my plans for evening was. I said nothing, really, just head back to hotel. Harold perks up, suggests that I come over to his place to watch a movie, and he quickly gives me the signal that it would include some smoke. Sure, I say, I have nothing else to do.

Dad Finally Fulfilled My Needs

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

When I was 18, I walked into the bathroom and caught my Dad removing a cum-filled condom from his huge cock. His torpedo cock glistened with cum covering it. He threw the condom into the trash and left quickly. I took the rubber from the trash and there was a large load of cum in it. I put my tongue into it and sucked every drop of warm semen out of it. It was pungent and tasty. I was addicted to cum ever since.

When I was 19, my parents were out and I took the opportunity to invite my friend Hal over for hot sex. He had been fucking my ass for six months. I would first suck his mushroom shaped organ. I massaged his low hanging nuts and sucked with a sloppy saliva soaked motion on his hard dick until his man-milk would coat my tongue with above average loads of salty cum. This was my way of making him last longer as he fucked my anus with his warm tool.

After receiving a huge load of cream in my mouth, I laid flat on my stomach with my smooth ass up and lubed. I continued to keep the cum in my mouth to savor the taste. Hal laid over my naked ass and I felt his hands spread my ass cheeks. His cock was only 6 inches but was very thick. My anus opened slowly and I felt the cockhead entering me and spreading my hole open. It felt warm going into me and I flexed my anus upon the intruder to tighten my grip. Hal began plunging up my hole hard and fast. I moaned with pleasure and begged for more.

Happy Birthday

Posted by Admin on June 25th, 2015 in Mature Erotic Gay Stories

Another birthday - Shit !

Of course as a child I loved birthdays, they were times of innocent excitement to be eagerly looked forward to: parties, friends, games, jelly and ice cream, presents, more presents, a wealth of magic and growing up.

Even as a young man They were great times, an excuse to party through an endless round of clubs and bars, returning home with a hang over good enough to last for days.

But now a birthday is just another grey milestone along the road towards the crematorium. Never mind one foot in the grave I am in there right up to my knees and sinking fast into the quagmire of old age.

True I still have a head of hair but it is definitely thinner than it used to be and now it has started to show signs of silver at the sides. I can no longer excuse myself by saying I have a beer belly - I am just fat ! But above all I swear my dick is getting smaller - honestly it is - shriveling up into old age. Erections have become fewer and those I do achieve are no where near as firm and strong as those of my now distant youth. Not that there is anything these days to get it up for ! I guess everything is rapidly returning to a prepubescent stage when it was nothing more than an instrument to pee through.

True Experiences

Posted by Admin on June 24th, 2015 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.


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.

It Happened One Night

Posted by Admin on June 23rd, 2015 in Mature Erotic Gay Stories

I had run the advertisement in the Tribune over the weekend and it read simply, 'Wanted roommate to share expenses of a large lakefront condo located at Lake of the Woods. Included is membership in the weight room, pool and spa. Contact Big Bear at 23-41109 after six o'clock in the evening." I had wanted to say male but the lady at the paper told me I couldn't specify white male because that was both sexist and racist and I could be sued. God I though the government is trying to tell me who I can live with as well as who I can sleep with. Now don't get me wrong, I have sucked enough black cocks in my time--no one would ever call me a racist, but well women that was another matter. My secretary had warned me that I was in for nothing but grief looking for a roommate.

When I got home after that advertisement ran, the answering machine was full and it was only five-thirty. As I began to monitor the messages, I was surprised at how many women had called and I was damn glad when I returned their call, most of them said they wanted a place with another woman. A few of them were outraged that I was a man--calling me a sexist pig. Then there were the fagots wanting to know and asking me what I looked like, and how much meat was I packing. Telling them I was studying to become a minister--that seemed to take care of them. Them some of them wanted to know how much the rent would cost, and when I told them they would just hang up.

The Mechanics Helper

Posted by Admin on June 20th, 2015 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.

The Exhibitionist

Posted by Admin on June 17th, 2015 in Mature Erotic Gay Stories

From my early teens, I always enjoyed fishing, and at one time I was very energetic and used a lot of that energy in trying to catch fish. I was about to reach my mid-forties and I had become lazy. I had found a fishing dock on a lake where I could set leisurely in a chair while fishing and I went there very often to fish from sundown to sun up when the weather was comfortably warm.

There was only one streetlight on the parking lot so the fishing dock was dark and fishermen would bring their Coleman lanterns to light up their selected fishing area. The dock attracted all kinds of characters who came to fish and I enjoyed stopping by and talking to these interesting men and women; in fact visiting with these people was as or even more enjoyable than actually catching fish!

The area was normally very crowded most of the time between sundown and mid-night when folk began to leave. By 1:00 am there would be probably no more than four people remaining and often they would have left within an hour or so if the fish were not biting. After everyone had gone, it would be very quiet when I would relish the solitude for the remainder of the early hours of the morning; I so enjoyed being out of doors on my own.