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.
Rick grabbed his own cock and held it out for me, which I switched over to quickly. Rick had a great cock, a good sized 7 inches and thick. But it looked small next to this man’s fat piece. “I’m going to fuck him in the sling if you want to join. He seems to like you.” Rick groaned, patting the guy’s ass. This hairy chested hunk of a man continued to stare down at me and smiled. “It’s up to him.”
The events race towards their conclusion as Eddy, Corey and Paul reach decisions about the future of their relationships. Who gets to be happy? As usual everyone has a great time in the bedroom, with duos and threesomes and each character lets you into their minds as the events unfurl. Hope you've all enjoyed the ride!
A friend's challenge prompted this tongue-in-cheek remedy for sagging age-different top/bottom relations. My usually clouded mind suddenly cleared. It spilled from fingers to computer in a single evening! Such was the fun of imagining a device - readily available - to facilitate closeness that I took pleasure in using old-fashioned teacherly language and format. May you enjoy both.
Corey gets an eyeful of the brothel shows, including Paul's dancing which makes the patrons all so horny they grab up boys and head out or to a room. Eddy is caught a little between the newness of Corey and the familiar of Paul.
He told me that he had put some clothes on my bed that I could wear for the night until my stuff had a chance to air out. When I walked in my room there on the bed was a white tshirt and a pair white silk panties with lace trim and I yell to Jim what the hell is this ?
Paul's dancing, both at the brothel and later at the dance club, makes Corey and Eddy bring him home with them for a threesome after his intense reaction to the Xtasy. The guys all get more into each other as the relationship finishes up another day.
The first sexual experience was wild but as the drugs get harder, the sex gets wilder. Corey and Eddy are joined by Paul who is a brothel worked at the place next to the Magnolia coffeeshop. The relationship between Corey and Eddy deepens, in both their minds but will the addition of Paul cause any problems?
The first of my Amsterdam stories. Join me as I start on the journey of a new relationship with the cutest guy I'd ever seen. The story takes you to the bars, coffeeshops, brothels and dance clubs of Amsterdam in the early 1990's, with the appropriate drugs tossed in for flavor. This first part is longer than the other chapters, didn't want to end it without a sex scene for all of you!
I stood in my bedroom of my mother’s house, stuffing things into a suitcase on December 31st. I was packing up my stuff; well…sort of. I was preparing to “move” my stuff. To Joe’s. I smiled helplessly as my mind turned to Joe. All 6’4” of him. So big and muscular, so masculine and rugged, so confident and amazing. We were finally going to be together.
I heard Rob take in a big sigh and he stirred a bit as he awoke. When his legs straightened, and I felt him moving, I increased my intensity, holding his cock up and making sure I was sucking it well. He gave a low growl as he spread his legs out, and I felt his big hand on the back of my head. “Now that is how I should wake up every morning,” he said, his voice sounding rough from sleep.
You readers' attention to the first half of this teen-driven story has boosted my imagination tremendously. Completing it with you in mind has been a ten-day pleasure. Ully not only really gets "it" here (and there, where you expect), he gets into it - sex, that is - totally. Curious? Great! Caveat: Prim-and-proper prudes should pursue pleasure's positives elsewhere.
Sent by his mom to clean out her deceased uncle's cabin, a disgruntled, directionless teen confronts realities that, in a night and a day, alter his attitude cum-after-cum in breathtaking fashion. Then...
“Do you have any idea how sexy it is to see you at the dinner table with my family?” Joe said quietly, massaging the back of my head. “And my sister loves you.” Joe undid his seatbelt and slid over closer to me, moving his face to my neck and kissing it, his right hand now on my bulge in my pants. “I don’t think I can wait.” He whispered, fumbling with the button on my pants and my zipper.
Collins made a practice of visiting his Grandad's old friends, especially those whose wives died. He often did it in the middle of the workday or shortly after. Today he got a flat tire and had to send one of his guys to give him the message that he couldn't get there. So Kev stops by to give the message.
Dad's business partner sure knows how to tease me with his big firm round ass, in those tight slacks that were going to split at the seam, his man scent filling the office space....
A free-verse poem about fucking might not be quite well-placed at The New Yorker, so it occurred to me: Why not situate it where well-disposed readers are, on gaydemon.com? If read aloud in a sing-song way, you'll perhaps discover its phrases have pelvic-like thrusts to their rhythm. Or not. It's just for fun. 'Tis the season.
He was very attractive and so I went back to his nearby Central Park West place. He was full of himself and showed me his Tony Award. “Do you want to hold it?” “Hey, the only award I want to hold is THIS!” I said as I grabbed his big hard dick through his tuxedo.