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I felt my cock waking up and was tempted to give Doug a nice show. I was kind of bummed but very horny and found myself standing in my backyard stroking my hard cock. By now my bulge was very noticeable. I thanked him and I could see his eyes travel down to my shorts.

I recently relocated to another state after college. The guilty pleasure touchstone of the Gay community proudly hosting a freely-accessible archive of gay erotic stories. He noticed my gaze and lowered his bottle to his crotch and I imagined he was trying to get it to behave.

He was standing very close to me and I extended my hand to his shoulder and held it while I told him how I felt lost after high school and experimented a bit. Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box.

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I liked the feeling of the nylon fabric on my balls and cock and usually was at least semi-hard. One day while I was mowing my lawn, Doug popped his head over the fence and chatted with me about how I was doing and if I needed anything. GayDemon Gay Sex Stories Older Men Gay Older Men Stories GayDemon's Stories: On this page you can find erotic fiction where you can read about sex with older and mature men.

When I was moving in I had met one of my neighbors who was an easygoing guy in his seventies. I imagined Doug feeling my cock through my shorts and plunging his hand inside them to grab my dick. I didn't consider myself to be gay but had experimented in my early twenties.

Doug worked at a nearby convenience store as a night clerk and was usually home during the day. As I straightened up and wheeled the mower to my garage, Doug followed me and asked me about work and enjoying my new place. Soon, Doug was asking some probing questions and I knew he was interested.

It's a small town and while I'm not anti-social, I don't make friends easily. ‘gay older man’ stories Man of My Dreams Pt. 01 Two widowers try something new. Between the trees and fence, I felt pretty safe that I wouldn't be seen and just needed to edge a bit.

I said I was good and thanked him and went back to mowing. As I was finishing up, Doug came over and said, "your yard looks great" and handed me a cold beer. Doug's phone buzzed and he said we'd have to continue this conversation later and left.

Even though he was wearing jeans, I could see the outline of his cock getting bigger and wondered what it looked like. I bent over in front of him so I could clean the mower and remove the bag, taking a bit longer than I needed to. When I did yard work I usually wore some nylon shorts and an old t-shirt.