Hairy Older Gay Men Novels & Stories

"What?" "I asked what's funny?" Oh, did I laugh out loud? "Everything. Don't you find it funny that a man in his sixties is forcing himself on an eighteen-year-old?" "I hear that's the trend these days. Aren't young women looking to fuck older men for money?"

The other two must already be inside the tents. None of them notice the shifters they're talking about are standing only a few feet away in the darkness. "How did they get away that fast?" a woman demands. Her voice carries sharp irritation. She looks about middle-aged, with tight features and a hard expression that matches her tone. "That shouldn't be possible." "I already told you," an older man replies. He looks far too pleased with himself. He's the oldest person sitting there. White hair frames his head, and his thin mouth curls slightly upward like he enjoys being right.

"Yeah, I would. Older guys are better." "Why is that?" "They're more mature, usually. More experienced. Probably out of the playing-video-games-all-day phase, which is really fucking annoying. Older men give younger women a sense of security, I think. Like they can take care of us in every way. Physically, emotionally, financially. I think all women secretly want to be treated like spoiled little girls."

"Did she really just barge in here and literally been ogling at us, or is it just my imagination?" "Nah, I think she's really doing that. And here I was, thinking I've seen it all," The one seated replied with a bit of irritation, blowing out a ring of smoke from his nose and mouth. Another deep sensational voice. Husky too. Who are these guys? Not guys, exactly. MEN. Full-grown ass men. Far from my league. I've never found older men to be sexy, but right now, I couldn't help the dirty thoughts garnering in my mind.

"Shouldn't you be making sure your hair grows back on your head where it is supposed to be? Or shouldn't you be moving your stuff to an asylum? Maybe a mental hospital would help. You're a grown-ass man yelling at a young lady when, the last time I checked, you were the one who almost crashes your horrible car into ours." "Another rude lady, what is going on with this country? At least you're hot" That man was completely disgusting. He was in his mid-fifties or maybe sixteenths, was bold, his face was all red and, the worst of all was sweaty. Gigi was using all of her bad-girl energy she was keeping away from Liz for that confrontation with the old man and it felt good. It was like shaking a

Was he here? She counted three men in a black suit. One of them looked older and held a cigarette to his mouth, his grey hair parked into a tight ponytail and he held a walking stick to his left hand. One of the men was carrying a sack on his shoulders and talking to the man in black. It was late, it was all very quiet so Gabby watched and listened in fear where she was peeping through the window. “Drop it, I want to see my prize,” the older man said to the one carrying a sack on his shoulders while the other man stood behind the older man.

she asked, clearly embarrassed and unsure of how to handle the situation. “He’s sexy. I find Mike really attractive.” “He’s your best friend’s dad! He’s married, and he’s more than twice your age. It’s so inappropriate.” “Mom, please don’t shame me for liking older men. If he wanted to be faithful to his wife then he would have. I was just having fun.” I said. “Look, baby, it’s fine if you want to date older men. I understand, I was the same way when I was younger. Just try to be cognizant of whether or not the older man is married or not.”

I asked the old, saggy man that's looking old enough to be my father, if not grandfather. Sinner is drooping already, but he's just busy fighting nature. I bet, the moment he realizes that he's old already, and doing all of these shits doesn't really earn him a penny, then he'll readjust his steps. I couldn't take my eyes away from his thickness, they were as hard as fuck. I never thought old men's cock could still be this hard and massive. “Come on, suck it already,” Sinner laughed, holding his dick up so it dangled before me.