Hairy Older Gay Men Novels & Stories

He did not look happy at the idea of being forced to sit here. The man to the left of Argus was an older man, about 60 and he had a few strands of pure white in his brown hair. He had old, wise looking dark eyes and according to Alpha Reed, he was one of the men who had thrown their breeder to the side when they got 'too old' to breed. He looked old and sullen.

The position left him completely exposed—legs spread, back arched, his slender cock hanging soft but twitching between his legs. Jax stepped in close behind him, his massive body radiating heat. One big hand gripped Alex’s hip hard enough to bruise while the other guided his thick cock back to the abused entrance. “Look at this hole,” he murmured, almost reverently, spreading one cheek to admire the redness. “Gaping for me already. Swollen and hungry.”

His calm look was replaced with tiredness and a contemplative look as he remembered something. (The older youth held the beautiful youth's soft, thin waist as he thrust into the younger one repeatedly. Tears of pleasure streamed down the younger youth's eyes, and he continued to moan out loudly due to the older man's beastly actions. The younger youth's enchanting and teary face made him receive more intense thrusting from the older youth. “Dare to go?” The older youth's voice was pleasant and husky as he whispered near the boy's ears, his lower brother not stopping the intense actions.

I mean men with gray hair and some with the big bellies that older men get. I began to fantasize about myself sucking a cock. I knew I never would. After all, I had been married and loved women, so how could I ever do anything like that? But the idea had been planted in my brain, and soon it became my jack-off fantasy. I would stroke my 6-inch cock and dream of the ideal older man. He would be in his late 50s, 6'1" or taller, with broad shoulders and massive thighs. I dreamed that his cock would be big and hard, that he would grab my head, place it in my mouth, and tell me what to do. I always came a lot thinking about this. As soon as I was done, I would tell myself I had to stop thinking a

Walking in, I saw two men and a woman standing off to the right laughing together. One was shorter, grey hair, full beard and looked to be around 65. The second man was taller, around 6 foot, brown hair with grey peppered in there and wrinkles covering his face. He looked to be older, around 70 years old. The woman was stunning with her bleach blonde hair, average height and build with hints of wrinkles liner her forehead. They all turned to look at us when we entered the room

He runs a hand over his chair and leans back in his chair, and my smile falls as I glimpse the grief still creasing his their faces. I can see the wear the years have had on his body too, yet he still looks similar to the last time I’d seen him. Only a few more lines crease his handsome face. I need to remind myself that although we do age, we have an extended life as wolves. So since aging slows in our twenties these men might be much older than the fifty-odd years they look. I keep my annoyance off my face, wishing I’d put more work into noticing the subtle marks of the years on our kind while in the human world.

Two people chorused. "Go on. You're younger" The older of the men said and looked away. "What does age have to do with this now" The younger one whispered and frowned as he faced Scott and cleared his throat. "Ugh...well sir. We would help you but you never give us the chance to help" The man said causing murmurings among the others. The person sitting directly beside the speaker nudged him with his hand, telling him to not make a silly mistake with his big mouth.

He said with extremely serious aura while Maddy asked in haste " Did you see him personally? How does he look like ? Is he sexy? Is he hot and muscular? " The old man then shot a cold glance over his body and stared at him with stunned eyes. While Anna pinched at him. " Oouch.. what are you doing? It hurts " He mumbled. " Didn't you tell me that it's your top secret and you don't want me to reveal it to anyone then why do you always forgive how to behave like a man ? " Anna said while pursing her lips. " Uff baby.. here is no one except this old man.. I'm sure he is not going to announce the whole world that i'm a gay so at least let me enjoy here " he said while winking at her.

This place felt like an isolated fairyland. Approaching the gate, old age security. His face was a canvas of weathered leather, etched with the lines of a life lived on the edge. A lifetime spent squinting into the harsh glare of city lights and the menacing shadows of alleyways had left deep creases around his eyes, giving him a perpetually grizzled expression. His hair, once a raven black, was now a mosaic of steely grey and snow white, cropped short and unkempt, reflecting a man who cared little for appearances.

“I still wonder why a grown ass grandma would need a gigolo?” “Because my pussy needs a dick to satisfy it.” I said cunningly. “Ew! That is very sounds disgusting.” “Maybe for you. These men are dying to fuck the shit out of an old woman. You know tear up a pussy that has not been fucked in years. Re teach the old folks everything they think they know about being intimate and sex.” “Hmmm, no matter how good you put it and make it seem, I still feel like it is disgusting to fuck an old woman.”