Hairy Older Gay Men Novels & Stories

“What’s gay supposed to look like?” My face burns. “I don’t know, man. I just meant… you seem really…” “Masculine?” He grins. “Yeah, I get that a lot. Newsflash: gay guys can be masculine too. I like hard cocks. I like fucking a hairy ass. Is that gay enough for you?” Jesus, this guy is direct. “Y-yeah, no, of course. Sorry.” The guy laughs, closes his locker, and then holds out his hand.

he chuckled. "Must have been wild." "That was in the past," I murmured, peeling away at my finger nails. "Okay. So, why did you insist they were gay?" "I didn't insist. Well, okay! I think they're bisexual, because, yunno!" I sounded flustered, embarrassed maybe. My cheeks heated up, and I wondered why we were even discussing that at the moment. "No, they're not," he snapped. "What?" "I said what I said. They're f**king straight old men. They are hot gym daddies, but too h**ny for their ages."

It was too cringy for my taste. "Look, I don't want to walk into the den with my erection half-cocked. You can smell her too, right?" "I can, but I can contain myself better than you." "Well, old man, I still have a libido of a very horny young man coursing throughout my two hundred and fifty years old mind." "Hey, I was thirty-five when I was turned and only five decades older than you." He scolded me. "Look, why don't we meet up at the den?" I heard him growl when he knew that he was left out of options knowing I can be very stubborn.

It took him a short time to get his manhood fully sheathed inside me and he was soon pulsing quickly in and out, looking down between my legs at his big, slippery cock and my stretched pink hole. "I love your big, sexy arse," he huffed as he pounded at me. "I like girls with big tits and backsides. That's why it's better fucking an older woman. Most girls have only got little tits and the ones that haven't don't have good bodies to go with 'em." "You don't mind that I'm nearly as old as your mum then?" I panted, whimpering a little as he slowly pulled his cock out of me. "Ahhh... don't stop, Danny. That feels good."

Creeeak… The door slowly opened a little. An elderly couple cautiously peeked outside with nervous expressions. The man had white hair mixed with strands of black and looked to be in his late sixties. Despite his age, he still stood protectively in front of the others. Beside him was an elderly woman whose face was filled with exhaustion and fear. Her hands trembled slightly while gripping the edge of the door tightly. Despite their age, the couple looked surprisingly athletic. Although wrinkles and signs of aging could still be seen faintly on their faces, their bodies remained strong and fit unlike ordinary elderly people. The old man stood tall with broad shoulders while the old woman als

I notice that his tone sounded off Everyone watches on intently, like they were waiting for a show, it just needed some popcorns and blue ray glasses. Nico held me closer, turning to glare at who just spoke, the man raises his hand in mock surrender but he had a smirk on his face, like he was daring him to do something. "We all deserve to know who this is, don't we? For all we know she might be another one of your whores" Another one said staring at me with lust. What's it with all these old men? They are old already, why thinking with their sex organ? But they don't stop there, they all spoke one after the other harassing me with their eyes and words, like I was standing naked before them.

I said to the old gay man and pointed to the vacant couch in the distance, I saw the old gay man frown at what I just said, he's starting to feel annoyed with my presence. "Why don't you go there and watch me and Nick have sex instead? I also have a VIP black card and I approach Nick first, so he's mine, kid." The old gay man replied with a taunting voice. Shít! It looks like this man is a fighter, he doesn't give up so easily but if he thinks that I am intimidated by his presence, then that's his biggest mistake.

“I know them and they know me. A grown up man walking around with diapers around his waist because he has lost control and can't hold his poop till he goes to the convenience store." " It's shameful. I mean really shameful but that's the path they chose for themselves. So many of them you admire, especially those I saw on the debate stage yesterday, are leaving their lives in regret”. He paused for a moment and then continued with a high tune again. "I see this as wickedness that a man wants to initiate his fellow men to the lifestyle he is living in regret. It is wickedness.” “In addition to that, the gay lovers have a greater percentage of contracting the deadly disease of HIV AIDS because

“Right, so you said. Did he smell bad or something?” “He was a man. A man. And not just like, some crusty old guy with shaky hands and coffee breath. No. This man was hot. Like… aggressively hot. Salt-and-pepper hair, chiseled jaw, arms that say I lift women recreationally, and eyes that make you confess your sins.” “Shut. Up.” “I’m serious. I have never been that attracted to someone so much older than me in my entire life. And then when he was doing the internal exam…” I drop my voice to a whisper. “I think I got a little wet when his fingers were inside me.”

Maybe he had been curious who the mosquitoes which had been sitting watching across the table. Don't forget. I had noticed where Richie's hand was tied to the body of the tall, slender man who was stroking his back and had so far not wanted to let each other go. Honestly, I was amused to see them doing that right in front of me. This is my first time seeing a relationship like this. His shy smile makes me want to cover my face with a menu book immediately. I know Richie is gay. But I'm not ready to see that boyfriend. And this was the first time since Richie had stated firmly in college that he liked men over women.