Gay Grandpa Stories Archive

"Might as well drop you off first," Mr. Walter explained to his son Todd as we headed toward the drug store where my friend worked part-time until school started again in the fall. Todd nodded, accepting the reason his Dad was driving out to the mall instead of dropping me at my house first, but that was the first inkling I had that something was up. Mr. Walter had been acting a little weird all morning, but he was a bit odd sometimes anyway, like his son. Probably why Todd and me were such good friends, I supposed. Now Todd was straightening out his dorky looking clip on tie and hopping out of the van on his way to work, and Todd's Dad was looking at me in the rear view mirror. "Want to hop up here?" Mr. Walter asked, and although I liked it better in the back of the customized van I slipped up and climbed into the passenger seat. "No work for you today?" Mr. Walter asked. "Tonight," I replied. "5 to 11." "Oh, well in that cas...

I have always loved wanking in toilets and seeing who else hangs around either to wank or show off their cocks. I stopped off on a number of occasions in Chesterfield - a market type town in Derbyshire England. Two real hot and interesting cruisey toilets there at the time one on the bottom floor of a multi-storey carpark and the other on the edge of town. The one on the edge of town was quieter and I called in about 8 pm one night in the late autumn, it was dark and the place had no lights, so was just lit from the streetlights coming through the high frosted glass. I was in my early 40s at the time and unzipped at the urinals and took out my half hard cock and just slow stroked. An older guy late 50s came in and stood at the opposite end of the urinal took out his cock and started to wank straight away. I didn't make a move or anything just stood with my cock in my hand. We sort of just wanked and ignored each other a bit. Then BINGO a young lad came in and stood between us - he ...

There weren't any shiny gold buttons or epaulettes on his uniform, but the way the conductor carried himself seemed a bit military. Perhaps it was the confident walk; almost a march. A striking older man, more torso than legs, I guessed him to be not much over five feet tall. He had a dark olive completion with wavy salt-n-pepper hair. The original jet-black of his hair made the shadow of his beard nearly blue under that leather-skinned jaw. He had a thick mustache below a very Mediterranean nose. I watched him working from across the platform. Courteous, he seemed to bow slightly as he spoke to the passengers, leaning in to let them know he was focused on their needs. "Yes, Ma'am. I'll see to it personally" he assured a woman fussing about her expensive luggage. She watched him over the top of her glasses as he picked up all three of her suitcases and headed down the platform - ignoring the empty luggage cart just next to him. He walked at a brisk pace as though ...

Written by hollowd I'm a gay make-up artist working in Hollywood. I am attracted to older men that are chubby or stocky with grey to silver-haired or even bald. As a rule, the men that catch my eye are well-matured, aged 50 and over. I'm not necessarily fixated on a certain type and find in each man something nice or interesting for me! Most of the old men that I work on are straight and mostly married. I’m real careful, well, I try to be, but I just can’t keep from stealing a touch here and there. In 1990, I worked on the TV series Evening Shade which I was doing the make-up on. I was excited, as Evening Shade would be popping my T.V.-shoot cherry. It was a real education watching this show being shot. What I saw was shot mostly in two takes, sometimes a third. They had the warm up take and the "nail it" take, then on to the next thing. The principal actors on this were all seasoned pros, from Burt Reynolds on down, and they knew exactly how to get what they wanted o...

Day one of my summer long visit to my grandparents farm had certainly been an interesting one, I thought to myself as I prepared for what I expected to be at best a fitful night's sleep. It was amusing in a way to think that while I had managed to keep a very personal secret from my folks for 18 years, a few hours up here and I was exposed. I had made a friend really fast, which was not all that unusual for me, and I suspect that this kid must have been pretty perceptive because he figured me out in no time. All I knew about him was that he was my age, his name was Mike and he was as bored with spending summer around these parts as I was although he lived out here which was even worse. We were out behind my grandfather's barn where I was supposed to be straightening up the clutter that had accumulated, and Mike decided to take a leak. Me being the inquisitive type, I decided to take a look at my new friend and when I looked at what he was using to irrigate the land I was very i...

I enjoy fishing. No, not with a rod and reel. I like the old fashion way, with a cane pole. When I was growing up my favorite fishing place was Graham Creek located in the panhandle of Florida. The little fish camp is still there that I remembered as a boy. It consist of about a dozen home build cabins along the bank of the slow moving black water of the creek. When I visited Graham Creek a few weeks ago, I didn't know if I would be able to rent a boat or not. It had been over ten years since my last visit and things have a way of changing. But when I arrived I saw several empty bass boats near the landing and upon asking a couple of fishermen launching their boats they told me that an old man in a near by cabin rented them out. The old guy's name was Tom Meers they told me and pointed out his cabin, which was much larger than the other cabins. It looked like someone had build on to it recently. Although it was very early in the morning, around 5:00 A.M. and still pitch dark, I...