Gay Grandpa Stories Archive

Peter was 45 years old, 6ft with short brown hair and an average build that maybe needed a little work around the mid drift. Women often referred to him as cute which he hated at his age. He would have preferred handsome or at least good looking. Peters dad had never been much for computers and technology. Peter remembered not that long ago his Dad still struggling to set the DVD to record. Imagine his surprise to his dads new found love of computers when Peter turned up at his house. Jack was 69 with a thick head of salt and pepper hair, 510" with a mostly smooth well defined body. He had been very athletic in his youth and still maintained a regular fitness routine. He wished his son had shared a bit more of his sport enthusiasm but he never shown any interest in any kind of sport activity. "I have cameras set up outside the house hooked up to my computer so I can monitor the house, even when not here I can log on and check over the internet connection," his Dad explai...

I really didn't care to go to the cottage much. Now that I was older, it seemed to be more of a chore than anything else. Besides, for the past few years Mom would always have some excuse for staying home which meant that it was always just me and my dad and a few of his cronies. It was the fourth or fifth time this year that we made our way to the cottage and things were always the same. We arrived late and went straight to bed. In the morning, at breakfast, dad told me that I might want to set up the tent down by the boat house and sleep there tonight. He told me that he was getting together with a few of his buddies and they would be up quite late. I knew most of his friends and there were a couple of them that were quite handsome. Dad didn't have any idea of my preference for men over women and I didn't want that to change. So, I agreed and after breakfast I dug out the tent and spent the morning finding a good spot to set up. Once I got the tent set up I decided to go ...

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My wife just died. Funny, but I don't remember the funeral. Guess I must have been drunk. I don't remember drinking but I sort of all ways feel drunk. And I suddenly found myself looking at my older men friends in a new light. I have even started having sexy dreams about jacking off with J.D., an old farmer whose farm is adjacent to mine. At least I think it's dreams. I don't seem to be able to think much. It's like I'm in a fog. Hell, I don't even know where I am right now. The room looks strange, like a hospital. I don't know when I came here... I think it was yesterday. What do I remember? I remember some of the other old farmers stopping by to see how I'm doing. Strange, but I felt compelled to take a piss so I can show them my big dick while they were visiting. I remember trips out to the barn looking over my Angus calves. The next thing I know I would have my big dick in my hand and taking a piss. Of course most of the time I couldn't piss....

It was Sunday and I hadn't had any photo sections! Bummer! I was getting nervous as I try to get at least one photo set on the magazine a week. I had done everything possible during the week to drum up some models! I put cards in Tropics and Chardee's and even when to Eddy's pool party hoping that someone might approach me about modeling. No luck! Then suddenly just after breakfast my cell phone rang! Hoping that it was someone wanting to model for the magazine I rushed into the bedroom where I had my phone charging. When the voice on the other end said hello, I knew I was in business. The voice sounded older and deep and quickly told me that he and his friend were in Fort Lauderdale from Arizona and wanted their pictures in my web magazine. I asked their ages. The old man talking to me said he was 70yo and his friend was 74yo. "Great! Where are you staying and when can I come over?" I asked quickly. They were staying in one of the clothes optional guesthouses in ...

Gilbert called my parents and asked if I could come over to help him. He was an elderly retired gentlemen whom my parents had befriended at my church. Since I was desperately in need of spending money and Gilbert was so generous with my older brother, I consented. Spending time with elderly men was not something that appealed to me, but I convinced myself that I could do a good deed and be well paid, too. Much to my chagrin, the air conditioning unit in Gilbert's tiny apartment was malfunctioning. The old man seemed completely embarrassed that cool air was not coming out of the vents. "I've been complaining all day," said Gilbert, "But it seems I'm not the only one complaining." The wispy hairs on his head did not hide his pained expression. In the back of my mind, I started to wonder if Gilbert was expecting my older brother instead. Sure, Gilbert would put his hands on his knees whenever he got a chance, but it was his older brother who bragged about t...