Novel & Cerita Male Age Regression

Greg chuckles and I feel pleasure flow through me when I hear him sip something. "Are you sure you're not in the hospital Janette? Do you need me to come get you?" I roll my eyes this time and smirk. "You mean to tell me you've never gotten laid Regol? Not even once?" "You do realize that I'm still your boss right? And I'm like twenty years older than you?" "You're twenty-nine years old Greg. You're seven years older than me and apparently not old enough to get laid." The smile that creeps up the side of my face is devious and when I hear Greg's chuckle I simply feel even more pleased with myself.

💖💜 Much love, Cass --------- Caleb - 50 years old Jake - 49 years old Aeon, Darvin - 48 years old Riley, Dominic, Lucas - 47 years old Caspian, Kallan - 46 years old ALPHA JACOB. My hand coiled around the whisky glass in my hand, I have been a retired Alpha now for almost five years and yet I couldn't stop the Alpha in me from aiming for a better world for the future pups of our race. So when the opportunity was presented, I took advantage and grabbed it.

Ana was from a pack in Europe and by the time I found her we were both already 68 years old. Our bodies slow down significantly on aging around 25 years old. My parents are 176 and 182 years old, but they look like they are in their early 50’s and they are still in peak physical shape. I’m currently 80 years old, but I look like I’m in my 30’s. The slow aging and long life is really helpful for wolves like me who don’t find their fated mate right away. We still have plenty of time to enjoy life together and have pups.

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.”

I said to him in disbelief but his grin widened, he wasn't even offended by my remarks. "Oh please, if only you knew how good matured girls when it comes to sex. I love it when my fiancee takes control of my body, they can last up to four to five rounds compared to young girls who don't even know how to suck." Mason said laughing and I couldn't help but also laugh at what he said, I knew what he was saying was true. It seems that apart from Mason, I can no longer remember the persons that I had sex with the same age, almost all of them are in their late twenties or thirties. "Have you tried older men?" Mason asked with a curious tone of his voice. I looked at Mason and smirked at him.

Rowley pointed out, "Statistics show that men tend to go on a downward spiral after 25 years old, and at 30 and older, they start losing interest in women altogether. Mr. Hoffman, I believe you're at the age where your hobbies range from fishing to collecting antiques, yes?" Aloysius nearly choked. How could a kid be this sharp-tongued? He refused to lose to a child in an argument. "You know, you're not always going to be young forever. You'll be 25 years old too in another 22 years!" "Yes, but I don't drink or smoke, and I make it a point to exercise every day. Not to mention, I treat my body like a temple, so I'm bound to maintain my youthfulness after 25 years old. Don't worry about me, M

“I didn’t mean to ruin your night.” “You didn’t,” I said firmly. “He did.” “His mother doesn’t like the fact that we are the same age,” she sighed. “They prefer someone younger. I think I now understand him.” “Really? What’s wrong with dating your age mate?” I asked in confusion. Even though Kelvin’s ex-girlfriend was only a year younger than him (18), he loved her. Some ladies preferred five to six years age gaps and it’s okay, that was exactly my taste!!!

Isadora was starting to address his fascination to her and he didn’t need her putting the fault on herself. He cleared his throat once more. “…perform.” Understanding unfolded and Vivian gestured, putting the chart aside. “Well, that may be a number of things. Age can be a calculate as well as push. How ancient are you presently, fifty-four?” “Fifty-six.” “It’s not exceptional for men to have a drop in testosterone at that age. Your blood pressure’s a bit heightened as well. We can run a few blood work to see if there are any other issues that might be coming into play.”

It's a chain of confusing numbers, but I hope it makes sense now. For the older generation, their ages don't really matter. We just assume them to be old enough to have kids of the above ages. (it is an approximation because the months of the events are not specified, hence the years might slightly alter by a month pre or post, making it exactly 12months difference or 15 months or even 11 months…..hence the approximation)

“Oh, it’s nothing serious, and it definitely isn’t going anywhere. I could never be a cougar.” She shuddered. “Though, I am happy that he’s taking you.” She wiggled her eyebrows. “Giving off the older man vibes but still young enough to have plenty of mileage left? Chef’s kiss, I say.” I blinked. “Mileage… What?” She laughed. “They say once a guy hits his forties or so, you have to worry about his back going out. Better start enjoying all the benefits of youth: great back, quick recovery time, eagerness, so much to learn, high sex drive—“