GayDemon's Stories: On this page you can find erotic fiction where you can read about sex between men with a age difference, inter-generational younger and older together.
Al appeared in the entrance to the rec room, putting an elbow up on the door frame and resting his other hand on his waist. I turned to see him standing there, all muscled and sexy, his bearded face a serious one as he stared at me. “Well boy, she’s gone.” He said softly.
A college freshman gets more than work experience as a housekeeper in a retirement home when he asks an 82 year old resident to teach him all about gay sex.
“Then don’t think.” Neil mumbled in between my lips as his fingers moved under me, prodding my ass. He backed up, spitting down onto the palm of his hand and lubed up his cock before he pushed my legs open with his and aimed his dick into my hole. “Don’t think anymore. Just…..”
“Let it out boy. Dad’s here to make you feel good all the time now.” His voice was soothing, and I closed my eyes, feeling the liquid ooze out of me. I wasn’t even moving, but my cock jerked out a load just from having this man’s beer can cock invade me.
I crept into the darkened room, the shades still down, and tiptoed to the slightly ajar bathroom door. I peeked in through the crack and could see just the corner of the shower. I didn’t see Al, so I pushed the door open a bit more until I could see the outline of half of his naked body. I’ve always had a thing for a naked wet muscled guy. Al was no disappointment.
I didn’t know what to expect as I rounded the corner of their doorway. But there he was, naked, laying back on the bed, sitting up with his back against the headboard, his big feet pointed in my direction as he slowly pulled on his big cock, waiting for me. “What took you so long?” He said quietly as I walked into their bedroom.
Luke gets his big break in exchange for giving himself to a dirty old producer named Frank. Can Luke stand firm with his convictions or will he crack under the depravity he is subjected to?
“Nice to finally meet you son.” He said without a thought, his voice loud and booming. The word “son” seemed to resonate with me in a weird way. His eyes stayed on mine, gleaming at me as if he too was registering that he just called me son. But as I held his grip, his eyes travelled over my body. “Looks like someone hits the gym hard.”
“Come on little buddy.” Colin said, gripping me under my arm and pulling me along. At first I thought Tim wasn’t going to be invited, as he sat watching me step out of the hot tub. Colin grabbed a towel and tossed one to me, rubbing the other across his face and gave a head nod to Tim still under the water. “Come on old man. I know you want to fuck his ass so let’s go.”
👁 At the CUBE, Perry gives some explanations and a much-needed fatherly support to Kareem; and then he shares with Kareem his house, his meal and… something else.
There was a small window to the side of the door, so I carefully stepped up to the corner of it and peered into the slats of the blind. There was Frank, sitting behind his desk, pants undone with Fernando’s blonde head between his legs, getting a fast and furious blow job from what looked like a professional. That little cocksucker, I thought to myself.
“Ride that cock boy.” He whispered again, putting his free hand behind his head and flexing out his bicep. I heard a groan of my own as I watched him, feeling the sensation of his cock in my ass as he pulled at my dick. All 6 plus feet of his solid muscular body under me. This massive man probably twice my size now under me, weak with lust as he watched me pleasure myself on his pole.
I let him step inside and shut the door. I wanted to say I could help him get out of that smelly stuff easily but I didn’t have the chance. He was on me as soon as the door closed, a breathless kiss, our mouths attacking each other, my back slamming into the door I just closed. I breathed in through my nose as our tongues met once again, breathing in his scent, that manly sweaty smell that was all Neil Campbell, and it smelled so good.
Years ago, I was a male prostitute in a rural New England state. Chapter 8 tells of the beginning of the end of my "night job." The night begins as a non-sexual gig but ends with me nearly getting gangraped.
Luke has a chance of breaking in to the TV/Streaming industry, but it all lies in Frank's hands. But can the hot young stud handle what the horrendous old man has in store for him?
Luke's career had skyrocketed thanks to his arrangement with the portly old Photographer, Richard Miller. In exchange, Richard has been fucking Luke every chance he gets. But when an unexpected twist threatens to shift their dynamic, will Luke be okay?
He determines to escape to atone for his sins but the attempt leads to more sin and dick. He finds himself an exhibitionist too. The trucker drives home the state of affairs. Though cleaned, his end is worn out at days end.