Older Guys

Recker had just turned 19, but you wouldn’t have been able to tell. With 17 inch biceps, a full rack of abs and a shelf of pecs, he looked at least 24. He had always looked older than his actual age, a trait that Recker used to his advantage when it came to getting into bars, buying alcohol, and most importantly, hooking up with guys.

Turns out that most men on dating apps were hesitant to meet up with a guy who’s listed age was anything under 20, body or no body. The second Recker deleted his age, the messages came flooding in. He had the pick of the crop, so long as no one knew how old he really was.

It was around 5:40 P.M. Recker had just finished a long set at the gym. Clothed in sweat and bursting with testosterone, working out made him one horny fuck. As he sat in the locker room, towel draped around his flaring traps, he opened up Grindr and scrolled through his library of new messages. He ignored most of them. As usual. The app was full of super old guys, some of them unusually creepy. But after a minute or so of scrolling, he found someone who caught his eye.

LOOKING, the header read. In the picture, the guy looked young. Older than Recker for sure, but definitely in his early twenties. Between the sexy blond hair and the smoldering smile, Recker knew it was too good to be true. Sure enough, when he opened up the guy’s profile, the first words he read were: INTO OLDER GUYS.

Recker sighed. It was worth the shot. The guy was sexy as all hell, and he needed to put his dick in something. Fast.

He shot him a message back: HEY SEXY. WHAT ARE YOU INTO?

It took a moment for blondie to respond. When he did, the message read: LOTS OF STUFF ;) AGE?

Shit. Recker ran his hand through his sweaty hair, thinking hard about what he’d right next. After what felt like ages, he typed: OLDER THAN YOU ;)

Radio silence. Recker waited in front of his phone until the locker room had all but cleared out. When he finally looked up, it was empty, save for a custodian lazily pushing a mop by the showers. Recker cursed to himself. He had never been anxious over a text like that. Usually he was the one making other guys anxious. And yet there was something about that guy. Something about his look, his aura of confidence. Even through the phone, it felt magnetic.

Oh well, Recker told himself as he packed up his gym bag. But just as he was about to put his phone inside, it buzzed.

He had never moved so fast in his life. Within seconds, Grindr was up and Recker was reading.

641 AOBLAB ST. APARTMENT 311. 7:30. BE THERE.

He looked up at the clock: 7:17. Within seconds, Recker was out of the gym and booking it to his car, frantically trying to search the address on his phone. His heart was beating so fast, he thought he might collapse.

It was just after 7:40 when Recker finally pulled up to the complex. Mercifully, the gate was open, and Recker rushed up the stairs to the third floor.

He answered on the second knock. “You’re late,” the blond guy said with a playful smile. He was wearing a low-hanging tank top which showed off his pecs, and shorts which stopped at the top of his thighs.

Recker had to work to hide his boner. He shook his head. “Sorry… I…”

“Someone’s excited,” the blond guy said, “how old did you say you were?”

“I… didn’t…” Damnit! He was being uncharacteristically timid, and he could tell the blond guy was taking notice.

A toss of his head told Recker that it was safe to come in. As he passed through the threshold, he felt something raw and urgent take hold of him. Like he had just finished a monster workout. Needless to say, this guy’s presence was disarming.

He took Recker’s trembling hand and led him into the bedroom. The sun had long since set, and the room was dim.

“Are you a top or a bott—“ but Recker didn’t have time to finish, because the guy was kissing him. His mouth tasted sweet, young. His hands felt soft and fragile as they explored Recker’s abnormally large frame.

“Damn, daddy. You’ve got a real body,” the guy said as he placed both hands under Recker’s shirt.

“Thanks… wait, what did you call—?” his voice was stopped by the fabric now covering his face. His shirt was coming off, and though he didn’t even notice, he was removing his partner’s as well. At the sight of the guy’s bulbous chest, all apprehensions disappeared. Recker was kissing and biting and licking his body with the passion that felt completely unfamiliar to him.

Blondie pulled back. “Daddy likes it rough,” he purred.

Recker growled. He spun the boy around, bent him over the bed, and tore off his shorts. His ass cheeks jiggled as Recker gave them a playful back-slap, and his asshole tightened as he spread the cheeks wide and shoved his face inside.

As Recker worked the boy’s ass, he started to feel something else. Something he knew for a fact he had never felt during sex. He felt… tired. Exhausted. Not defeated per say, but he kind of wished they had done this earlier in the day, after he’d had his second cup of coffee.

He pulled out. The boy whined, “c’mon, just a bit more? I love the way your scruff feels on my tight pussy.”

My… scruff?

Sure enough, when he ran a hand around his face, Recker discovered that it was covered with hair. What that there before? Recker asked himself. But the question was rendered irrelevant by the kid’s ass, which was now begging to be eaten.

He shoved his face back down, this time acutely aware of his facial hair scratching the inside of the boy’s cheeks. His body shivered. This was extreme pleasure.

“Fuuuuuuuuuck.”

“Yeah, you like when daddy does that?” Recker said, playing along.

“Fuck yeah,” the guy moaned, “fuck me daddy.”

Recker grinned. He stood up, unfastening the buckle of his belt. As his pants fell, he suddenly remembered that he had not been wearing pants. He had just come from the gym. Wouldn’t he be wearing gym shorts?

“Got a rubber?” he asked. He never called them “rubbers.” Why did he call it that?? The kid motioned to the bedside table, where a couple of condoms and a bottle of lube lay waiting. As Recker walked over, he felt the heaviness of his body weigh hard on him. He wasn’t used to carrying this much muscle around. Nor was he used to having a dick this big.

“Is that… mine?!” Recker said aloud. The dick didn’t look like his at all. Recker’s dick was uncut. He knew that. But this dick was missing a foreskin. Not only that, but it looked at least and inch shorter. However, what it had lost in length, it made up for in size. The thing was thick like a soda can, and heavy as he felt it’s weight.

“Something wrong?” the guy asked in a rhetorical tone. Recker could see in the mirror that he was smiling. He knew what was up.

“N—Nothing,” Recker said, “I just… I’m not sure it will fit.”

The kid laughed. “I’d say so.” He crawled forward, his face now inches from Recker’s fist of a cock. “It’s okay daddy, you don’t have to do anything. Just relax…”

Recker’s head rolled back as the guy’s lips enclosed around his cock. It was a wonder that he could swallow the whole thing. But the real wonder was the blowjob itself, the way the blond guy savored every inch of his heavy tool.

“Fuck me,” Recker said. His voice had dropped and entire octave, but he was too relaxed to notice. He laid back down on the bed, repositioning himself so that he could rest his back against the pillows. It had been acting up recently, his back, and it felt nice to just lay down and let the younger guy do all the word.

A small slurping sound as the guy expelled the dick from his mouth. He reached over and grabbed the lube from the bedside table, ignoring the condoms.

“What… what are you… doing?” Recker said in a deep, sleepy tone.

“I knew you were lying when you said you were older than me,” the boy said, applying a hefty amount of stuff to his erect dick, “and I don’t like to hook up with young guys.”

“Wha… why don’t you… OH!” Recker shivered as the guy rubbed the lube deep inside his ass. He knew he had never bottomed before, and yet the feeling was strangely familiar.

“So,” the kid said, ignoring the question, “I thought, if I can’t find an older guy to sleep with tonight, why not just turn you into one?”

“Turn me into… what??” Recker turned to himself in the mirror and gasped. His hair was gone. All of it, save for the beard on his face, which was now bushy and black. But that wasn’t the worst part. The body—his body—the one that he had worked for years and year on, was gone. Oh the muscles were still there, mixed with bits of fat and flab, and covered with rough, hairy skin that covered every inch of his still expansive frame. By now, he must have looked in his late 30’s.

He looked down at his chest. His pecs were still there, thank god, but his abs were gone. All that remained was a flat slab of muscle that reached all the way down to his behemoth daddy dick. He stared at it in shock as the young man lifted his legs and reared up behind him. In the dim light of the room, his muscles were radiant, youthful, and pure.

“Does daddy want this dick?” he asked.

Recker wanted to say no. He wanted to go back to his normal life, wanted his muscles back. He wanted to scroll through thousands of messages from old dads on Grindr. He didn’t want to be one of them.

But more than any of that, he wanted to be fucked. He wanted to feel young dick in his ass once more. He wanted to lay back, relax, jerk himself off and watch a hot, younger guy pile drive him into sweet abyss.

No sooner had Recker nodded did the kid thrust his cock inside his ass. Recker growled. He gritted his teeth, and succumbed to the fresh pleasure pleasure pumping through his aging body. With every thrust, Recker gained another year. His gut pushed forward, his pecs got soft, and the beard around his face became spotted with grey.

“I’m close,” Recker said, his voice a low baritone.

“Cum for me daddy,” the guy said, and with that Recker exploded. Cum draped his thick, hairy chest, and stuck in drops to his gruff beard. By the time he had finished orgasming, Recker was a 53 year old man, a former bodybuilder and a total sucker for cute, muscle guys.

He felt something warm erupt inside his sphincter, and held the young man’s body tight to his as he came inside of him. The two lay there, panting and laughing, until the guy finally said: “ready for round two?”

Recker laughed, “I don’t think I’ve got it in me kid,” he looked down at his hairy body with a sigh, “I’m not what I used to be.”

“That’s for sure,” the blond guy said with a knowing laugh. “It’s okay,” he leaned over and kissed the bear’s cheek, “I think you’re better.”

He kissed him back, savoring the young man’s lips one more time before going to sleep. Recker needed a good night’s rest. After all, he wasn’t 19 anymore…