Dirty Old Frank is dedictated to showing off the hottest daddy and admirer pictures, hardcore erotic stories and reviews of daddy and admirer dvds. http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com Thu, 17 May 2012 00:00:00 -0400 My wife and I had been married about 25 years when we started thinking about buying some type of vacation home. When my wife's parents heard about our interest, they said that they had a friend who needed to sell a place in the Ozarks really cheap. It sounded like just the kind of place we were looking for. We planned a trip to go see the place as soon as possible. It was to be me, my wife, and my mother and father-in-law. http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/629/ Thu, 17 May 2012 00:00:00 -0400 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/629/

]]> http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/26/2/ Wed, 16 May 2012 00:00:00 -0400 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/26/2/ It was 1972. May to be exact. School was out and I had nothing to do but chores around our house. Our house was on an old farm my grandparents left to my dad, Travis, in Southwestern Texas. Dad leased out most of the land to people who still farmed and we lived on about 4 acres. The house was a typical farmhouse from the twenties. In back it had a large two-car garage with a workshop attached. There was also a barn that wasn't used for much more than the tractor we cut the lawn with. The house had a wrap around porch on two sides of it. The house sat about a 1/4 mile back from the road. The driveway was still gravel and was hard to spot from the road unless you knew where it was. My name is Clay. I'm an only child. Its the summer between my junior and senior year in high school. In school I am a so-so student, but keep my grades in good standing so I can stay on the baseball team. I play right field. Typical small town farm boy (without the farm). Well all typical except for my secret. I learned long ago that I am not attracted to females. I never did anything about it. Things get around fast in a small town. I just date whatever girl I can. Feel her up a bit and act pissed when she won't let me fuck her. That way all stays good. http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/708/ Tue, 15 May 2012 00:00:00 -0400 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/708/

]]> http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/48/5/ Mon, 14 May 2012 00:00:00 -0400 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/48/5/ Since the 1930s my extended family has had a remote ranch in a hidden Colorado Rockies valley abutting Medicine Bow National Park south from Laramie, Wyoming. The mountain fasts there almost alpine in environment are majestic, but they can be raw and cruel as well. http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/51/ Sun, 13 May 2012 00:00:00 -0400 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/51/

]]> http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/73/4/ Sat, 12 May 2012 00:00:00 -0400 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/73/4/ My name is Kris and I have known for a couple of years now that I am bisexual. Im still a virgin, not having had sex either male or female. http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/794/ Fri, 11 May 2012 00:00:00 -0400 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/794/

]]> http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/72/7/ Thu, 10 May 2012 00:00:00 -0400 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/72/7/ I was almost nine years old when I went away to summer camp for two months. I lived in a cabin with three other boys and two counsellors. My senior counsellor was Rob Atkins--we called him Rob. He must have been about 19 or 20, average but athletic build (he taught boating). He was warm and friendly from the first day we arrived, and he was easy to like. He had brown eyes, a thick crop of brown hair, and a winning laid-back smile. http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/614/ Wed, 09 May 2012 00:00:00 -0400 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/614/

]]> http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/51/1/ Tue, 08 May 2012 00:00:00 -0400 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/51/1/ December. My favorite month. I always liked December because I got to see my entire family. We would all gather together to celebrate Thanksgiving on the first weekend of December and then on the 25th for Christmas. My dad always has to work on Thanksgiving so we figured that we could just celebrate it later. It always seemed to work out fine for the rest of the family. http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/724/ Mon, 07 May 2012 00:00:00 -0400 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/724/

]]> http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/60/2/ Sun, 06 May 2012 00:00:00 -0400 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/60/2/ A little about me, and then I will get to the good stuff. I'm 18, 5'9, 155lbs, good shape and a track star at school. I live with my dad. He is a great guy, tough but fair. My mom has never been in the picture, and dad has raised me on his own. I have known my whole life that I was gay, so I guess I'm pretty lucky. Mostly, I have always been attracted to older guys; teachers at school, coaches, and especially my dad. My dad is in amazing shape. 6'3" broad shoulders, hard hairy pecs, thick arms, and flat stomach. Ever since puberty hit, I have had the hots for him. http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/655/ Sat, 05 May 2012 00:00:00 -0400 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/655/

]]> http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/87/2/ Fri, 04 May 2012 00:00:00 -0400 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/87/2/ Ken was a tall handsome man in his mid thirties who had faithfully exercised to maintain an enviable physique. He had received his Bachelors degree. Served in the military during the Korean War and had received a number of metals and commendations before his discharge. He returned to his university and earned his Masters degree. http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/587/ Thu, 03 May 2012 00:00:00 -0400 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/587/

]]> http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/67/2/ Wed, 02 May 2012 00:00:00 -0400 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/67/2/ Opening: http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/498/ Tue, 01 May 2012 00:00:00 -0400 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/498/

]]> http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/35/5/ Mon, 30 Apr 2012 00:00:00 -0400 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/35/5/ How many thirty-five year old English guys were lucky enough to wake that morning with an arm around a beautiful, naked nineteen-year-old French boy? Well at least one and that was me. I clutched his buttocks and pulled his body to mine so that our stiff cocks were pressed side by side between us. Thierry stirred and rewarded me with a loving wet kiss. http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/107/ Sun, 29 Apr 2012 00:00:00 -0400 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/107/

]]> http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/87/4/ Sat, 28 Apr 2012 00:00:00 -0400 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/87/4/ I was walking along the road, a 20 dollar bill in my pocket and my travel bag on my shoulder, my head still echoing with the shouting of my Mom and our the meeting with my Bishop. Yes I was gay; yes--I knew what that meant for me, loosing my priesthood, loosing the temple access, and at the end being excommunicated from my church. Leaving the ward where I grew up, all my friends, especially Bill, my buddy Bill, rather Elder Thorresen, once my best friend. Bill Thorresen and myself grew up in the same neighborhood, went to the same church, attended the MTC in Salt Lake at the same time, and, like if that wasn't enough for bonding us together, we did our two years mission together in Norway. So yes, Bill was my best buddy, and suddenly it seemed that this friendship was history...all our souvenirs erased because I openly admitted I was gay? http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/260/ Fri, 27 Apr 2012 00:00:00 -0400 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/260/

]]> http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/49/5/ Thu, 26 Apr 2012 00:00:00 -0400 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/49/5/ "Okay, stand straight, arms relaxed at your side," I said to the fourteen year old hottie whose feet I was at. I held a measuring tape at his ankle then up against the bottom of the bulge in his white cotton briefs, pushing slightly while I took my time measuring his inseam. The boy giggled a little at the intrusion but didn't say anything as I bumped up against his boy stuff a couple of times, and what respectable boy stuff it appeared to be. Then I measured his waist, reveling in the fact I was eye level with a terrific belly as well as face to face with his boyhood bulge and that seemed to be moving slightly. I quickly finished since the boy's mother was waiting for him and left the fitting room so he could dress. http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/727/ Wed, 25 Apr 2012 00:00:00 -0400 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/727/

]]> http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/27/6/ Tue, 24 Apr 2012 00:00:00 -0400 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/27/6/ So, there I was, by the door of "City of Quebec", the only gay bar I knew in London. http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/564/ Mon, 23 Apr 2012 00:00:00 -0400 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/564/

]]> http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/24/3/ Sun, 22 Apr 2012 00:00:00 -0400 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/24/3/ Hey, I"m Lee and I"m 21 years old. I have long brownish hair sort of like Zac Efron style and a nice tanned toned body. I don"t really know my height probably 5foot something. My penis size is 7inches and trimmed. http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/785/ Sat, 21 Apr 2012 00:00:00 -0400 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/785/

]]> http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/84/2/ Fri, 20 Apr 2012 00:00:00 -0400 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/84/2/ We grew up in the large west Texas town of Amarillo. A family of boys --three brothers to be exact. Even though Amarillo is one of the larger cities in west Texas, there was still never enough to do--or enough women for the men of our family. We were known around town for having been around the block a few times with many of the hottest women in town. Age and ethnicity didn't matter a bit to us. We just liked the ladies who enjoyed being fucked good by some boys who knew how. But if you're reading this, you probably don't care that much about that part of our sexual history. As I said, there weren't enough hot women to satisfy our collected horniness. That's why we had such a close and open sexual relationship. As the middle son, I learned about the capabilities for pleasure that my body offered from my older brother, Bryan. He was never bashful around me and actually loved flaunting the fact that he was getting hair in really cool places and was developing a huge dick. He would often parade around the upstairs of our house when my parents weren't aware. I soon started looking forward to seeing his developing body and knowing that I was only a little less than two years behind him in my own maturation. http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/95/ Thu, 19 Apr 2012 00:00:00 -0400 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/95/

]]> http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/17/2/ Wed, 18 Apr 2012 00:00:00 -0400 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/17/2/ I arrived at Don's at 6:00, just as he had instructed. I didn't know what to expect, I'd never served as a poker waiter. I'd dressed in a white T-shirt and tight jeans and thought I looked good. I did want to make a good impression for my new boss and his friends, and after all, I was being paid to help him out. I walked in, patted Don on the back, and said "okay, what can I do?" He told me to cut up some meat and cheese and put them on a platter. As I was arranging the meat, I felt his meat against me. He said, "I'm not gonna be able to wait until everyone is gone." He reached around and unbuttoned my jeans and pushed them to the floor. "Good boy, no underwear," he commented as he shot some lotion in his hand from the kitchen counter and rubbed it on my eager pucker and then his cock. He bent me over the counter and shoved it in. "We don't have much time, but I really need you right now" as he pumped me hard and fast. I was loving it and tightened up on his cock, heard him moan, and felt his spunk start filling my ass. "That was too fucking good and too fucking fast, but I'll make up for it after everyone goes home tonight." I grabbed a paper towel to clean myself up, but before I could start, he said, get over here on your knees and clean me up." I licked and sucked his cock and balls clean until he told me to stop. I cleaned myself up, and headed to the bathroom to unload the cum that had just been shot in my ass. I came back to the kitchen, picked up my jeans and started to pull them on when he told me to leave them off, he had something else for me to wear and handed me a bag. I opened it to find a pair of leather shorts with slits up the sides, and a leather vest. He said, "put it on boy." I did as I was told. "Oh, you look hot, boy!" And, I felt hot. The leather fit my tight, lean body like a second skin and felt so good that my cock shot down and peeked out the leg hole. http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/134/ Tue, 17 Apr 2012 00:00:00 -0400 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/134/

]]> http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/37/5/ Mon, 16 Apr 2012 00:00:00 -0400 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/37/5/ It was a Saturday night. All the way through chores Timmy was asking me if I was going anywhere tonight. http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/490/ Sun, 15 Apr 2012 00:00:00 -0400 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/490/

]]> http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/5/2/ Sat, 14 Apr 2012 00:00:00 -0400 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/5/2/ I'm a 36 year old white male who has been an avid cock worshipper since the age of twelve. I've taken on both the active and passive roles with men. I was even raped by a man once, but have masturbated to the memory of it ever since. To me, the male being is the most fantastic of all creation. I glorify every aspect of the male being. Cock is something I crave almost every minute of every day. I have pleasured well over 500 males from age twelve to the present time. There are times when I would have sex with up to 10 men in one night, with the help of my vehicle and sense of adventure. http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/767/ Fri, 13 Apr 2012 00:00:00 -0400 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/767/

]]> http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/65/1/ Thu, 12 Apr 2012 00:00:00 -0400 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/65/1/ After a busy weeklong conference I had arranged to take three days off for myself in Paris. I had arrived the night before and had checked into a 4 star hotel in the Montparnasse area. I picked this hotel specifically since it had been written up on some Internet site as a great 'cruising' location. Apparently the Lobby WC can be quite active with a younger crowd and even the cute bellhops will often join in for some great sucking sessions. Well, so far the only persons I noticed in the WC were elderly oriental gentlemen and fathers with their young sons; not very encouraging for someone as horny as I was. It had been weeks since I had had any sex. The months leading up to the conference had been crammed with my normally heavy work schedule as well as hours of preparatory work for my presentation at this European conference. The conference itself left little time for any relaxation and I found myself falling into bed nightly alone and to tired to even jack-off. http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/359/ Wed, 11 Apr 2012 00:00:00 -0400 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/359/

]]> http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/5/3/ Tue, 10 Apr 2012 00:00:00 -0400 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/5/3/ Bryan Sharp walked into the Ralph's Market to start his shift. It was noon and even though he was scheduled for just half a day's work, he still wasn't looking forward to it, especially on a Sunday. http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/155/ Mon, 09 Apr 2012 00:00:00 -0400 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/155/

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