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.
“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?
Luke learns that being drop dead gorgeous isn't enough to make it big in the modeling industry, and the only way to do so is to make the right connections. But what will he do when climbing to the top means laying under a grotesque old man? Will he give up or will he give in?
Years ago, I was a male prostitute in a rural New England state. Chapter 1 tells of the encounter that lead to my taking up whoring as a second career.
👁 At the CUBE, straight Kareem can finally have a worry-free leisure day. His fashionista roommate Lance takes him shopping for new clothes; then they explore the Cube's 2nd floor, and Lance brings Kareem to a very special place, where the straight stud can hopefully vent his repressed sexual tension.
“I’ve never felt this alive before.” Neil mumbled into my ear as he began to slowly pump up into me. He took my hands in his and wrapped them around my own body, pulling me into his chest behind me. He felt amazing like this, this big powerful man holding me so tightly as he fucked me so gently. “I feel ten years younger.” I heard him say as he squeezed me tighter.
I've no reason to believe this first person account to be completely accurate. Then again, I see this sort of thing going on in the saunas frequent most weekends. Either way, it seems to be a common experience for those of us over the border of 35.....
This was different suddenly. This was someone I had looked up to. This was someone I hadn’t realized meant so much to me as a kid. This was someone who was hurting, like me, and understood grief and pain and longing. My heart was thumping as I stared up at Mr. Campbell, that handsome face smiling down at me. I could see in his eyes he was feeling it too.
"The Williams men proceeded to fuck Marc in tandem. There was never a moment when at least two dicks weren't gut deep in the boy at the same time. Marc was in a fuck nirvana, hardly believing that his hole was handling three major sized cocks."
“I’ve never…” He started to say but he lost his words in a breath as I shifted my feet to get a better seat on him. And then I just kept moving, slowly, watching him. “Holy fuck.” He whispered quietly as he stared at me, watching my face as he entered me completely. “It’s okay.” I whispered, holding on to the side of his tanned face and ears as he kept his eyes locked on mine and I started to move with more purpose, feeling ...
The older firefighter turned around and all my childhood fantasies came flooding back. I stared at him, outright, and my mouth fell open as I recognized him. I studied the profile of his face, the shape of his large Roman style nose that matched his round face. My eyes went down to his huge forearms and noted the reddish-blonde hair that wrapped around them. And then he saw me.
Ryan, former boyband pinup, is heading towards career-abyss in his middle age. He's also bored. And at present, quite drunk. Perhaps an afternoon's jaunt down the local cruising ground will lift his flagging spirit?