#gay older men

[gregkauffmanstarkeybooks]

Probably the most important book I've ever written. About a PTSD-riddled war veteran facing a challenging future while discovering the love of his life. Fact-checked by a friend who has PTSD from the Vietnam War, who says I wrote the most accurate description of PTSD flashbacks he'd ever read, that he could feel the character's terror during his episodes. I could ask for no finer appraisal of my work.

"Phil Dailey had the life he’d always wanted. He was successful in his self-run business. He had a decent amount of money in the bank for his future. The only thing missing was a loving partner.

Phil grew up gay in a rural town where such things were only spoken of in whispers. No one actually knew anyone who was gay… or so they thought. He left town before his secret could come out, and he settled in a more accepting city on the opposite coast.

Then he met Peter Barnes, the man who was everything Phil had ever dreamed of. Funny, smart, talented, and extremely sexy. The two hit it off immediately, and soon they were inseparable.

Then Phil discovered he had a rare, exceedingly vicious form of Alzheimer’s. Peter did all he could to ease Phil’s mind, but the doctors remained unconvinced of his chances for recovery. Still, they may be on the verge of a medical breakthrough.

This is the story of Phil Dailey and his struggle with an uncertain future. He desperately wants to marry Peter, but the ambiguousness of his future may make his fondest wish a heartbreaking failure.

Will his determination to marry and Peter’s love for him be enough to help Phil survive?"

Full disclosure: writing the final chapter broke me. Putting the too-real emotions on paper affected me as deeply as if the events happened directly to me.

Available on Amazon in paperback and ebook formats.

[d469son-daddy469son-bw2]

[rystiel]

idk what we’re all calling the concept of fiddlestan working together but i’m calling my version the portal partners AU 🙏🏼

[heavenbarnes]

Hiii, I just devoured your older bf!simon posts and I got this one brainworm

So, he hasn't figured out how to make albums yet in his gallery, the first time he passed his phone around to let his team gawk at your photos, he had accidentally left one of HIS photo

Imagine the team scrolling through his gallery, drooling at your photo in skimpy outfits, various state of undress then BAM, the hottest dickpic of their L.t. appeared on screen (courtesy of your instructions ofc)

I just think it'll be A Thing™, like, obviously they know Ghost is hot, probably also know how big his dick is, but seeing it presented like that? Some of them definitely moaned. And I bet Simon noticed, probably will start leaving a few of his own photos in between yours, as a treat for the boys.

(Feel free to ignore this if this isn't sth you're comfortable with 🫶🏻)

this is fucking insane i’m going to wet my pants- thank you for this idea you’re a genius 🫶🏼 | effective continuation of this

the 141 would like to enter your older bf!simon’s phone into the museum of natural history for its significant contributions to peace keeping efforts.

if that phone hadn’t been in this safe house, there would be far more destruction in their wake. it goes without saying, really.

what you will say is, whilst his phone is the metaphor- it’s really you that’s giving the opposition time to breathe (limited, their time will eventually come)

the dining table was small, when you had four hulking great men around it the thing looked minuscule. room temperature beers in front of them, it’d taken at least three bottles each for the first to speak up.

“c’mon mate, put us out our misery”

obviously their captain would take one for the team and go first, eyes locking with simon. without being able to see his mouth, it was hard to tell but price was pretty sure that was a chuckle (he hoped it was)

a quick rustle as simon shoved his hand in the pocket of his tactical trousers, retrieving the battered android and laying it in the centre of the table.

bated breathe, you could’ve heard a fucking pin drop as they all watched him unlock his phone. one long finger hovering over the camera app before he pressed it, an almost collective sigh of relief emanating through the house.

simon couldn’t and wouldn’t organise his phone, apps always open in the background, unorganised on his home screen, not a fucking photo album in sight.

photos heaped together in the one collective mess. it was very possible to be looking at an old receipt one minute and then the small of your back with cum across it the next.

majority of the photos were you, and not always filthy. simon couldn’t take a photo to save his life but the ones of you always looked breathtaking.

if you asked him, that’s just what you always looked like.

however, the 141 weren’t there for photos of you smiling as you pet a friendly dog. they were there for the kind of photo simon was just about to pull up.

sat on the corner of the bed, photo taken in the long mirror against the wall. thighs spread and one hand playing between them as the other held your phone next to your pouting lips.

gaz was the first to state the obvious.

“jesus christ, mate”

simon didn’t even blink, finger swiping through the next photo.

on the bed on your knees with your chest pressed to the mattress. looking back over your shoulder with a fucked out expression as you practically gave your ass to the camera.

the unmistakable sound of johnny shifting in the seat to his left caught simon, adjusting his cock just out the corner of his eye.

photo after photo, full nude, lingerie, simon’s shirts, just the bed sheet. with every one that passed, the beer was soon forgotten about when the buzz they got off you was unmatched.

the sweet glow that seemed to radiate off you filled the otherwise dim place the men had been hold up in. photos beginning to blur into one until-

the photo was taken from mid-thigh, simon somehow looked even bigger from this angle. shirt lifted enough to show his scarred stomach but his balaclava stayed on. exposed eyes staring down at the camera as his large hand wrapped around his equally large cock.

dead silence speared straight down the middle by a moan, pathetically covered with a cough. simon pretended not to notice the accent, left the phone in the centre of the table.

nobody could look away, it was physically impossible to tear their eyes off the sight in front of them. had they ever seen one that big in real life?

“fuckin’ell L.T, what’ya doin’ w’all that?”

they all knew simon had a big cock, you could tell by looking at him- the way he walked. if you’d ended up in the showers with him on base and seen it soft you’d even know.

it was unmissable.

but seeing it like this? looming over the camera at this angle, practically eclipsing the natural light, his thick fingers just closing around the base. this was something else.

you were quite the artistic director.

nobody wanted to be the first to say what the other was thinking. allowing the silence to fill the space only broken by the occasional sound of someone adjusting their trousers.

simon didn’t need anything to be said, he knew what he had and he knew the effect it had on- anyone really. he simply sat back in his seat, spreading his thighs wider and ignoring the occasional glance that fell on him when he did it.

finally cutting them loose, simon swiped to the next photo- back to you with cum streaked across your face. throats clearing and murmurs arising from the group.

“that’s real nice”

“would y’look at the fuckin’ state a’that”

“what i wouldn’t give”

simon grunted in agreement, eyes flickering around the table with a feeling invisible growing in his chest. a feeling that he wasn’t used to but didn’t- mind?

he didn’t think too long, he couldn’t think too long.

those photos would just have to become part of the regular.

[inkskinned]

you're grabbing lunch with a nice man and he gives you that strange grimace-smile that's popular right now; an almost sardonic "twist" of his mouth while he looks literally down on you. it looks like he practiced the move as he leans back, arms folded. he just finished reciting the details of NFTs to you and explaining Oppenheimer even though he only watched a youtube about it and hasn't actually seen it. you are at the bottom of your wine glass.

you ask the man across from you if he has siblings, desperately looking for a topic. literally anything else.

he says i don't like small talk. and then he smiles again, watching you.

a few years ago, you probably would have said you're above celebrity gossip, but honestly, you've been kind of enjoying the dumb shit of it these days. with the rest of the earth burning, there's something familiar and banal about dragging ariana grande through the mud. you think about jeanette mccurdy, who has often times gently warned the world she's not as nice as she appears. you liked i'm glad my mom died but it made you cry a lot.

he doesn't like small talk, figure out something to say.

you want to talk about responsibility, and how ariana grande is only like 6 days older than you are - which means she just turned 30 and still dresses and acts like a 13 year old, but like sexy. there's something in there about the whole thing - about insecurity, and never growing up, and being sexualized from a young age.

people have been saying that gay people are groomers. like, that's something that's come back into the public. you have even said yourself that it's just ... easier to date men sometimes. you would identify as whatever the opposite of "heteroflexible" is, but here you are again, across from a man. you like every woman, and 3 people on tv. and not this guy. but you're trying. your mother is worried about you. she thinks it's not okay you're single. and honestly this guy was better before you met, back when you were just texting.

wait, shit. are you doing the same thing as ariana grande? are you looking for male validation in order to appease some internalized promise of heteronormativity? do you conform to the idea that your happiness must result in heterosexuality? do you believe that you can resolve your internal loneliness by being accepted into the patriarchy? is there a reason dating men is easier? why are you so scared of fucking it up with women? why don't you reach out to more of them? you have a good sense of humor and a big ol' brain, you could have done a better job at online dating.

also. jesus christ. why can't you just get a drink with somebody without your internal feminism meter pinging. although - in your favor (and judgement aside) in the case of your ariana grande deposition: you have been in enough therapy you probably wouldn't date anyone who had just broken up with their wife of many years (and who has a young child). you'd be like - maybe take some personal time before you begin this journey. like, grande has been on broadway, you'd think she would have heard of the plot of hamlet.

he leans forward and taps two fingers to the table. "i'm not, like an andrew tate guy," he's saying, "but i do think partnership is about two people knowing their place. i like order."

you knew it was going to be hard. being non-straight in any particular way is like, always hard. these days you kind of like answering the question what's your sexuality? with a shrug and a smile - it's fine - is your most common response. like they asked you how your life is going and not to reveal your identity. you like not being straight. you like kissing girls. some days you know you're into men, and sometimes you're sitting across from a man, and you're thinking about the power of compulsory heterosexuality. are you into men, or are you just into the safety that comes from being seen with them? after all, everyone knows you're failing in life unless you have a husband. it almost feels like a gradebook - people see "straight married" as being "all A's", and anything else even vaguely noncompliant as being ... like you dropped out of the school system. you cannot just ignore years of that kind of conditioning, of course you like attention from men.

"so let's talk boundaries." he orders more wine for you, gesturing with one hand like he's rousing an orchestra. sir, this is a fucking chain restaurant. "I am not gonna date someone who still has male friends. also, i don't care about your little friends, i care about me. whatever stupid girls night things - those are lower priority. if i want you there, you're there."

he wasn't like this over text, right? you wouldn't have been even in the building if he was like this. you squint at him. in another version of yourself, you'd be running. you'd just get up and go. that's what happens on the internet - people get annoyed, and they just leave. you are locked in place, almost frozen. you need to go to the bathroom and text someone to call you so you have an excuse, like it's rude to just-leave. like he already kind of owns you. rudeness implies a power paradigm, though. see, even your social anxiety allows the patriarchy to get to you.

you take a sip of the new glass of wine. maybe this will be a funny story. maybe you can write about it on your blog. maybe you can meet ariana grande and ask her if she just maybe needs to take some time to sit and think about her happiness and how she measures her own success.

is this settling down? is this all that's left in your dating pool? just accepting that someone will eventually love you, and you have to stop being picky about who "makes" you a wife?

you look down to your hand, clutching the knife.

[justdavina]

Sexy transgender women come in ALL ages darling's! Her wonderful fashion sense is just fabulous!

[gregkauffmanstarkeybooks]

An erotic choose-your-own-sexual-adventure at a renaissance faire, in which the reader chooses between 10 different male performers and decides what he does with each one. Sexually-explicit content.

"  EXCITEMENT AT THE RENAISSANCE FAIRE!

You have always loved going to the Renaissance Faire when it comes to town, but this year promises to be very different from previous years. This year, the sensual aspect of the Festival are amped up significantly, and the attentions of 10 of the performers land squarely on you! Men from all over the Northwest Wisconsin Medieval Faire Village have taken an interest in getting to know you a lot better.

Choose from the 10 possible partners and you can decide what you do with each man sexually. Each one is looking forward to satisfying you and making sure you have the time of your life.

Pick from Johnni Dwarfsong the Minstrel, Rogue Kinnisen the Pirate, Chancellor Sir Henry Friedrich the Dignitary, Bartholomew Rhoades the Shopkeeper, Reilley O’Malley the Scottish Clansman, Captain Lukas Whitebeard the Pirate King, Count Gregory Highbourne the Nobleman, Richard Baines the Forester, Thomas Kingsley Lord of Chaucer the Ambassador, or Master Thaddeus Gage the Village Lord Mayor. Each man has a penchant and skill for using his body in whatever means needed to ensure a great turn-out for your sexual adventure.

Choose wisely and re-read the book again and again for different sexual adventures with the manly members of the Renaissance Festival cast.

                       *** ADULTS ONLY XXX ***"

This book is currently out of print.

[itboytrends]

Barak Shamir photographed by Christian Oita for Man About Town, 2018.

[dickofsatan]

[sapphic-baby-girl]

I have to say, there is something so alluring and beautiful about a mature woman. The soft curves, the sensuality in her eyes, the acceptance that she is beautiful without external validation just makes me so wet!

[gregkauffmanstarkeybooks]

In an attempt to show that even older men can be sexy and vital, I wrote this one about a man living a double life: by day, he's a high-profile lawyer, and by night, he's a stripper at a night club.

"Quentin VanBuren has been leading a double life for forty years. By day, he’s a high-power litigator with a string of courtroom wins Perry Mason would be envious of. By night, he’s known as Silver Fox, the masked exotic stripper dancer at The Man Cave, taking his clothes off and giving lap dances to eager men and women who want to put money in his g-string. So far, he’s done a good job at keeping his two lives separate.

Until today.

The Man Cave had received numerous complaints about the clientele it draws. Some of the seediest individuals in Washington D.C. come to the club for a little entertainment and light relief. Problems arise when Quentin’s law firm is hired to handle the court case. His immediate thought is to step aside since it presents a conflict of interest, but if he does, people will start asking questions. Why doesn’t he want to help close this disreputable establishment?

The Silver Fox has a lot to lose either way."

Because of the stripping element, there is a lot of nudity and adult content in this book. Reader discretion is advised.

This book is available on Amazon in paperback and ebook formats.

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[itboytrends]

I love Olympics

[imaginal-ai]

"Heroes and Lovers"

[xeniums]

this is an entirely different platform but I built my fyp brick by brick.

the hugh to hugh pipeline is deadass real wtf I feel so seen

source: @madxmikkelsen on tiktok

[alisiaraex]

Your favourite trans girl is back, miss me?😚

Tell me what's on your mind🤭❤🏳️‍🌈