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<description>Mature gay stories is a free site with a nice selection of erotic gay stories. The stories cover everything from first time gay stories to gay bdsm stories and bareback stories.. They all focus on the pleasures mature gay daddies can have with their sexy younger gay admirers. So if you are looking for free gay stories of any kind mature gay stories is the site to visit!.</description>
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<title>a new gardener brings me joy</title>
<description><![CDATA[It was a beautiful spring morning. I took my coffee out on to the patio and sat down at a table in my dressing gown and gazed at my garden. It was very, very private being screened on all sides by mature trees and shrubs. I had turned fifty and had been lucky enough to be able to retire and live off the rents that my property investments brought in.<br /><br />I was still in good shape and guys often told me that I looked not a day over forty. And I had more than my share of guys. I loved all types of men but the young ones gave me my biggest thrills.<br /><br />Last night had been memorable: The young college boy down the road had come over unexpectedly and we had sucked each other's cocks and fucked each other endlessly. I put my hand down my shorts and jerked at my ten-inch dick until it came in my hand.<br /><br />Everything in my garden was sprouting and the grass had already grown a little too long. Time to hire a new gardener, I thought to myself. The old boy that had looked after my garden for the last few years had finally retired the previous autumn. <br /><br />I went in to my study and reached for the yellow pages. There were lots of advertisements for garden maintenance but one stuck out from the rest. It was headed "Actors at Rest" and the text explained that all the firm's staff were actors who were resting between jobs.<br /><br />A very well spoken guy answered my call immediately. I introduced myself and asked whether it was possible for someone to call that day; it certainly was. The pleasant voice at the other end of the phone said that Tim could come around at eleven and gave details of the hourly rate. It was quite acceptable and I gave my address.]]></description>
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<description><![CDATA[Let me start this true story with a little background on my self. I was raised by a single Mom and had no brothers or sisters. Everything about sex I learned on my own. From as early as I can remember I enjoyed playin' with myself and getting an erection and as I got older, I was playin' and had my first climax and ever since I have not been able to stop. I had the usual childhood experiences with "show me yours and I will show you mine" but that was about it. As for girls had had 4 girlfriends during school but I found I liked mutual masturbation better than intercourse. Fuckin' was too much trouble as the girls would say, go slower, or don't shove it all the way in. You got a rubber? Don't cum! So while I would get excited and hard with girls, I guess no one made me cum as good as I could do myself. Thus I jacked off every chance I got and usually at least 3 times a day. So now you know the background here is the story about the day I found out about guy sex. <br /><br />It was after my senior year and before college. Each summer Mom and I went to her folks for 3 weeks. It was the highlight of her summer, but not mine as there was no one around and it was near a small country town and they lived on about 100 acres, so no neighbors close by. So, for fun I would mostly ride my bike about 10 miles a day, walk in the woods, fish, etc. Well, one day as I was riding I had to take a leak real bad. Normally I would just run into a nearby wooded area and wet the bottom of a tree, but today I was just down the street from one of those roadside parks. The road was not real populated but a lot of traffic. This was no fancy place. It had no running water and two stalls and two urinals that just were bottomless pits. During the real hot times it smelled like hell, but it was right there so I decided to run in. ]]></description>
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