Gay Erotic Stories

Ed was a masculine old man I met at the bank. I had been with my prag to cash and deposit checks and as usual I was trying to check out the different dudes and had seen three good looking ones but two had fish rings on and the other one looked like he hadn’t bitten his nails in a couple of weeks but was humpy with a beard. A few other men looked humpy masculine but they had never heard of keeping the worthless dead white crap off the ends of their nails. There were only two tellers out of the dozen cages and the line was as long as a woman's nails. My prag started talking to the broad ahead of him, since he's a long-nailed hag-fag, and Ed began talking to me. I was put off by his fish ring but he was friendly and didn’t keep hiding his hands in his damn pockets like the two assholes ahead of us in line, one of whom had a nice set of well-bitten nails. It came out that Ed was a widower and as we neared the front of the line a new teller called out for straight deposits. Ed joined a mini-line for her cage and smiled and winked at me on his way. I returned them, my prag still tied up in the fish ahead of him. I had copped looks at Ed's well-bitten fingernails as we talked and hoped my dick wouldn't harden in public.

The sex with Ed was great. I had fucked my prag who's in his in his 60's but Ed was in his 70's and yet he was a better sex partner. His masculine hands on my dick hardened it like the last nail biter I jacked off with had done five years before and he took his teeth out and his mouth was the best bung-hole of any cocksucker this side of Bob's. I had his mouth twice, the first time directly and the second time he jacked me off into it, his manly hand being great for jack-off. Even the French kissing before he sucked me was sexy, like Greg was.

Fucking Ed's ass was good too. He seldom got fucked but was willing to give it up to me as he did his mouth because I keep my own nails bitten to the nubs. He was tight and accomodating to my dick and he was able to take my weight on his back as I fucked him. Not only did I have a great orgasm up his ass but I remained on and in him, my arms around his chest while I enjoyed the feel of his asshole around my dick and he enjoyed the feel of a fellow man inside him and laying on him.

I had jacked him off too, before I fucked his ass and his cum was part of a good combination along with the K-Y he smeared on my dick.

Ed was also still able to get hard enough to fuck some assholes. We met at a baths and I had asked some twink in his twenties to service me. He wasn’t too willing to even blow a manly-weight man in his fifties who was a friend of mine but I rounded up some other older muscle and half a dozen of us horny studs had him on his stomach with his legs spread and one fat man with a small cut dick pilot-drilled him as he screamed through the towel we used for a gag.

I fucked him next with my powerful 7" cut dick, his screams coming anew at my larger endowment. It was a good cum after our pilot who also was a masculine nail biter who wore the 60's style glasses some men still wore back then. Ed was next and the fag screamed in indignation at being fucked by an old man with glasses and little white hair left on his head who compared his ass to his wife's cunt while he fucked him and finally got his rocks off in him. Ed is uncut and often has cheese on his cock which some cocksuckers actually eat, but this twink we fucked wasn’t one of those cocksuckers. Another cocksucker had blown both Ed and myself as soon as we'd left the locker room and I came in his mouth but he'd sucked Ed only enough to lick and eat his smegma and leave his cock clean, the man's cheese in the mouse's stomach when he was through licking it off Ed's dick. Ed and I fucked a few more less-than masculine types before late 1981 when I had to call it quits for my tomcatting from hole to hole.

Copyright 2003 by "John Smith"