*Gay Sex: Older & Young men*

Old male gets stiff cock in the ass 

Bearded daddy likes trying young dicks 

Every morning at 5:30 that summer, I was in the local pool. The early-bird swim, they called it, so early that the lifeguard no longer bothered to answer her alarm. Good thing I knew the pool manager, who slipped me a key to open the gate and let myself in.

I’d been alone five mornings a week, stroking through 45 minutes of non-world-class freestyle, getting the heart-rate up and doing what I could to tighten the muscles.

Alone, that is, until two weeks ago. I knew him only as Gord, a guy with the same average fitness goals. He was about 25, a couple years my junior, and we were the same 6 feet, within a pound or two of 185.

I’d be lying if I suggested I hadn’t taken a good look at his form in the water, and out of it. He was nicely muscled, but not overly so. Here was a guy much like me, battling the excesses of life that challenge the wardrobe, and he was succeeding rather nicely. He had the broad back of a man who swam and lifted a few weights, the narrow waist of someone waging war with the calories and winning most of the battles.

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Even hotter fucking in the bath 

I see Sean four mornings a week at the gym. He runs the treadmill and I swim, but our schedules are close enough that we arrive at nearly the same time and finish our workouts a few minutes apart.

I thought this a coincidence, at first. But I knew better when I got to know him, and learned to
appreciate him in unimaginable ways.

Our lockers are in the same area; you know how it is with routine. From the beginning, I enjoyed the ritual of preparing for our workouts, and if I close my eyes now I can see every detail of the first time I took serious notice of Sean getting ready for his run.

As usual, he arrived in jeans, battered sneakers, a T-shirt and he carried his gear in a knapsack that had seen better days. From two lockers down a little before 5 a.m., he smelled both of sleep and strong musk.

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Enough place for two differently-aged lovers

Getting fit wasn’t going to be easy, and I’ve not been the most disciplined man in the world. No, this was going to take something extra. This time I needed help, and so it was that I talked to the monitor at my gym about finding a personal trainer.

“Very useful if you’re willing to follow the routine, Dave,” Karen said. “If you’re going to cheat, and stop at the Krispy Kreme on the drive home from the gym, then you’re just going to waste a lot of money.”

“A Krispy Kreme has never crossed these lips,” I said to her, lying through my teeth.

And of course she knew it. The extra 10 pounds I was carrying around my 32-year-old midsection wasn’t coming from my overindulgence at the salad bar.

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Intergenerational cock-sucking on the toilet 

It’s the boy’s turn to shoot wad 

I know your characters as though they’re my friends. I would recognize them on the street, if they weren’t only the product of your imagination. I would invite them home and I’d take them. Or let them take me.

My right hand is on the mouse, scrolling, resisting the urge to race down the screen. I keep my left on the keys, for now, to keep it out of trouble. I enjoy how your words begin to thicken me without even a touch of my hand. Only a half-dozen paragraphs deep and I’m swelling, on my way to a needy erection.

There’s no turning back now. If I’d wanted to behave, I’d not have started reading you in the first place.

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