Hairy Older Gay Men Novels & Stories

Through the frosted glass, I could faintly make out her silhouette—the curve of her body, water trickling down her smooth skin. Claire opened the shower door. Seeing it was me, she quickly covered herself. "Noah! What are you doing? Get out!" "Claire, why have you been avoiding me these past few days? Didn’t you promise to be my girlfriend?" "No… Noah, I can’t. I’m 18 years older than you!" "So what? I don’t care about that!" I said, stepping closer and pulling her into a tight embrace. She struggled weakly for a moment before giving in.

(Vice Guild Leader Herring) A man in his late 40’s, he is a warrior, with a large axe holstered behind his back, the burly bald man, asked the mad who is sitting on the upper floor of the vast Guild hall, which were akin to a large bar house. Filled with rowdy and drunken crowd enjoying their night a the down floor. Herring looked at the Old man before him, sitting at his private table, with each of his arms coiling the 2 skimpy wearing clothes ladies, who mindlessly feeding his his booze and grapes.

“Are you trying to collapse again?” I nearly jumped, and tripped over a small stone. The man standing a few feet away was tall and broad shoulders and wearing shorts and nothing else. His dark hair fell just above his eyes, and the way he looked at me made me look away. It was my step father-in-law, Damian Blackwell. “I… I—” I stammered and straightened my back, trying to appear stronger than I felt. “I don’t need a babysitter.” “You’re out here in the cold,” he said, taking a few steps closer. “You’re going to hurt yourself.”

I spread my legs provocatively, sensually. Gabe opened the front door. “Next week is my birthday.” “Damn! You’ll be 11 years older than me again. In the end, it’s good I married an old man, since I’ve got a few years less life expectancy—we’ll die around the same time.” “I’m not an old man,” he spelled out, furious. “My old man.” “I’m turning 31. That’s not old.” “Maybe not for someone closer to your age… but for me,” I teased, “at the ripe age of 20, it’s a big gap. I read somewhere that as men get older, they lose interest in sex. So I get your issue with not wanting to fuck.”

one of the older men said, his beard down to his chest, “with all due respect, I grew up knowing women’s bodies were made for men’s pleasure. That is the way of things. It has always been.” Another elder stood. “We are on the verge of war. Why waste time with trivialities? This is not what needs our attention.” It was Jaros, he looked irritated. The growl tore out of my chest before I could stop it. It rattled the stone walls. The elders shrank back. One stumbled. “Trivialities?” I hissed. My claws were halfway out. “Say that again and I’ll have your head for lunch.” The old man trembled. Silence swallowed the court.

"That's my good girl." He opened the door, his fingers still buried in my pussy, and three more men stepped into the room. They were all gorgeous. All older—ranging from mid-thirties to what looked like early forties. All built like they spent hours in the gym. One was covered in tattoos, another had silver at his temples that made him look distinguished and dangerous. The third had the body of a professional athlete. They looked at me—naked, flushed, dripping down Dante's hand—and their eyes darkened with pure hunger.

I watched a few scenes when I started getting an erection. Grandma was surely asleep by now, so I figured it was safe. I grabbed the box of tissues from the nightstand, pulled down my shorts and started rubbing one out. The scene I was watching was an older woman and young man. You know the kind I'm talking about. They usually have tags like, 'Mother and (Not Her Son)'. I had always had a thing for older women. The so-called Mother was hot. A redhead with natural tits and a shaved pussy, riding (Not Her Son's) huge cock. I don't know why they have to stipulate that it's not her son. It's always obvious that there's probably not more than 10 years difference in their ages. But it was still ho

Maverick explained to which Gavya shook her head with a twisted face. " Are you for real? Even after knowing we stand in a different world, you're suggesting I should give him a shot. Not a chance even though he's handsome and very hot " stating her answer, Gavya crossed her hands to her chest. " Who said we're in different worlds. I think you missed noticing it but we're in the same world. He's a dom for your kind information" Maverick smirked proudly and showed a video of the BDSM club. " The suited mask guy is him. Just wait for him to remove it " Maverick said and eventually the guy removed his mask when another guy came over to him with his sub.

Cupping the warm mug in my hands, I considered my next move. Jean-Jacques said it wasn’t my fault, or my problem, that both of the men I’d been involved with were closet cases. It wasn’t any reflection on me. It was just the nature of the Beach -- you had a lot of young guys exploring their sexuality, and a bunch of older men who weren’t able to commit to the kind of relationship that meant moving in together, sharing a life and a dog.

Not with Rube, though. This luscious male specimen with the hay-colored hair is even more virile and horny now that he’s in his forties. He even brags that his secret to looking ageless is his insatiable appetite for sex. Also, his endurance is legendary, along with his penchant for bondage and domination in bed. "Let's get this party started, shall we sweetheart?" says the virile man as he grabs a few coils of thin rope from his bag. This means that none of his sexual conquests will ever complain of being disappointed. If anything, they will be complaining about how long it takes him to cum or the number of times he needs to orgasm…