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From Boss to Boyfriend, Chapter Ten

“It’s great to finally meet you, Mike,” dad bellowed over the din of the restaurant as they vigorously shook hands in the foyer. It was a night out, a night to dress up, and Mike looked stunningly handsome in the charcoal suit I’d chosen for him that afternoon. Peeking out from under his cuff was my recent birthday gift for him, a heavy white gold watch shining amidst the black hair on his thick wrist.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you as well, sir,” Mike replied, a genuine Mid...

Starting the New Year With a Bang

A New Year's Eve story based on this micro story and photo I posted on Twitter.

I popped the bottle early, and sat sipping from a glass of half-decent champagne on the couch as my stepdad’s grandfather clock ticked away the last minutes of the year. I had the big show on the TV, but even if I wouldn’t be caught dead in Times Square, it just made me wish I...

From Boss to Boyfriend, Chapter Nine

Droplets trickled down the glass, glistening with the flickering light of a fire in my modern hearth, as roaring cascades of rain pelted the city down below. Claps of thunder came like drumbeats to the song of my voice as I howled with reckless pleasure. Our naked bodies entangled as he sat back on my couch and I straddled him, my smooth back glowing with the flames that silhouetted me.

I pressed my palms to the warmth of his firm, hairy chest, fingers kneading at him as I sank into his...

From Boss to Boyfriend, Chapter Eight

“Knock, knock,” dad bellowed after the chime of the opening elevator. “Guess who I ran into in the park?”

I clapped shut my book and lay it down on the cold, black granite of the kitchen island, rising from my LEM bar stool to greet father. He was grinning when I came around the corner to the entryway of my penthouse. Sweat dripped off the flattened hair on his burly forearms, athletic shirt clinging to his broad chest and running shorts snug enough that I had to av...

From Boss to Boyfriend, Chapter Seven

Obviously, there was an original reference for Mike, but if you’re interested in who I think of for John, it’s somewhere between Roger Sterling from Mad Men and Daddies by EZE’s 2020-02-26 01:51:19 +0000 UTC View Post

From Boss to Boyfriend, Chapter Six

“Ohhhh fuck,” I howled, my fingers smudging the pristine glass where they desperately gripped it. Mike battered down my back door and buried his engorged head deep inside me with one swift stroke. So much for slowing things down between us.

He clasped a hand over my mouth and growled, “Jesus, boy, quiet the fuck down.” The fabric of his trousers rubbed against my bare cheeks as he rammed between them. “God damn,” he muttered to himself with a slap of my ass, “always tight....

From Boss to Boyfriend, Chapter Five

“That’s it,” I groaned, my thick black-haired fingers clenched down on the head bobbing in my lap, “suck that fat dick, Avery.”

He paused and tilted back to look up at me over the rim of my round gut, stretching out a blue polo. That pair of quizzical eyes met mine and I almost blushed. “Sorry, Jon,” I chuckled, loosening my grip. “I’ve had a weird week.”

The young man dragged his lips back along my prodigious length until my glistening mushroom popped out of h...

The Blacksmith

I stoke the forge. I heat iron and hammer it into shape, my arms bulging and dripping with exertion after hours of this grueling work. My shop scorches under the hot summer sun and I pause to peel my tunic from my barrel chest and toss it aside so I can continue. It’s been a long time since I’ve had to smith a sword, but my rough hands retrace the steps without hesitation.

The sun is waning at the horizon before I finish for the day, with a rumbling belly and aching back. I mean to ...

Erotic Genre Fiction

I'm pondering starting another series to mix things up a bit more so I can bounce back and forth to stay more productive on here—my goal is to start posting a chapter a week of something from now on. I feel like I would enjoy delving into another genre and eroticizing it to try something a bit different, but I wanted to see if you all had any opinions.

What do you think? Feel free to suggest other things in the comments.

From Boss to Boyfriend, Chapter Four

“On the third date?!?” Eric exclaimed via text message. “That’s weird as hell.”

I lounged in briefs beside the fire pit on my balcony with a glass of chardonnay and stared at my best friend’s reply regarding yesterday’s momentous evening. I didn’t disagree, but still something gnawed at me. I replied, “I dunno. It was a little much, but kinda sweet.”

“Omg,” he shot back. “When have you ever liked a guy who was sweet?”

He knew all my secrets, much ...

From Boss to Boyfriend, Chapter Three

The elevator shook with the vigor of Mike’s charge as soon as the doors shut. My feet dangled above the floor while he held me against the wall, his ravenous mouth engulfing mine in the kiss it’d been so yearning to deliver. 

All through the evening—the romantic dinner, the Broadway show, the long Central Park stroll—the tension between us mounted until finally my burly companion squeezed my hand and growled, “We’re going back to your place.”

He left little room...

From Boss to Boyfriend, Chapter Two

For our second date, Mike was a gentleman. He picked the restaurant—Italian, classic and upscale. He met me in my lobby with a warm smile and a genial hug. He held the door for me and lowered his voice to a whisper, “Ladies first.” He called the Uber, a black car I was sure he didn’t normally splurge on. He ordered our drinks, our appetizers, our meals, and grabbed the check before I could even say a word. 

He walked me to my door, his heavy jacket draped over my shoulders ...

From Boss to Boyfriend, Chapter One

“The sauna’s nice now that it’s cold out,” I said softly, staring sideways at the dark-haired banker in the dim light. “I can’t stand the way the wind whips down the streets.”

“You get used to it,” Mike assured me. He kept his eyes closed, relaxing with hands folded behind his head and legs spread wide. Still that damnable towel around my boss’ waist blocked my most desired view, though the forest of black hair coating his chest and belly was still mouthwatering. He ...

Too Steamy For Tumblr | Graybeards Archive eBook

I published my ebook a while back, but ended up having to take it off the market for a bit. Anyway, it's now exclusively available via my Patreon.

This is a massive collection of gay erotic stories about the sex lives of older men. It includes over 260,000 words of stories which were published on my Tumblr, but lost in the explicit content ban. I've collected and lightly edited them here, and I hope you enjoy them.

Thanks for reading!
Gray

Too Steamy For Tumblr Sample Stories

Here's a teaser PDF of stories from my Too Steamy For Tumblr ebook, which all patrons receive access to when they sign up.

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