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, 11 Mar 2010 00:00:00 -0500 The movies marquee at the local theater read, "Cowboys of the Old West." I always had a thing for cowboys, so when I had today off from school, I bought my ticket and entered the theater. It must have been my desire for "hero worship" or just the natural lust for the male physique, no matter what it was; it still aroused my interest causing my male testosterone to stir. http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/431/ Thu, 11 Mar 2010 00:00:00 -0500 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/431/

]]> http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/21/3/ Wed, 10 Mar 2010 00:00:00 -0500 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/21/3/ I had just gotten transferred from the New York office to a Podunk little town in Eastern Washington. Full of farms and hicks I was like a fish out of water. Having lived in New York most of my life I was used to night clubs and easy men, especially hot twinks. The house that I chose was in a quite neighborhood near the out skirts of town. It had a large yard with a privacy fence and nice pool and patio.--perfect for parties. The house was quite modern. Large rooms, high ceilings, and again, plenty of privacy from the road. http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/31/ Tue, 09 Mar 2010 00:00:00 -0500 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/31/

]]> http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/53/2/ Mon, 08 Mar 2010 00:00:00 -0500 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/53/2/ Visiting my grandparents was always a treat when I was young. I observed how they slept in separate rooms, but it did not seem unusual to me. It seemed like that was just their way of living. As the only grandson they would spoil me rotten. I would watch the new, "HBO", and "MTV" until very late at night. I would sneak into bed with my grandfather, who slept nude, and feel his hairy, hard body against my young skin. It seemed like he always had a hard on. Again, I thought that was just the way of life. I would lie on my right side and he would comfort me, snuggle up and cover me with his left arm. I guess you could say my grandfather was into "spooning". http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/320/ Sun, 07 Mar 2010 00:00:00 -0500 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/320/

]]> http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/29/4/ Sat, 06 Mar 2010 00:00:00 -0500 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/29/4/ When I opened my eyes the next morning after our drunken Thanksgiving debauch, I couldn't remember where I was. For one thing, I wasn't alone: there was lots of company in the bed with me. But when I looked to the left and saw Dad snoring softly, it came back to me in a flash and I looked back up at the ceiling and grinned from ear to ear. Now I knew what that strange taste in my mouth was sure, part of it was cigar, but the best part was the taste of the huge load of Dad's semen that I'd swallowed last night! And my body was sticky all over even my hair with the wads Granddad Joe and Uncle Mike had dumped all over me while I was blowing my old man! http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/550/ Fri, 05 Mar 2010 00:00:00 -0500 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/550/

]]> http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/35/3/ Thu, 04 Mar 2010 00:00:00 -0500 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/35/3/ This was my fourth week at the farm: the pale, skinny boy from the big city had been dropped by his bearish business man father, Joseph Corelli, one Sunday morning and was welcomed by his bearish farmer uncle, Edward Corelli. http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/132/ Wed, 03 Mar 2010 00:00:00 -0500 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/132/

]]> http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/6/2/ Tue, 02 Mar 2010 00:00:00 -0500 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/6/2/ When I started high school, I was 14 years old and we were allowed to go off campus for the lunch hour. My Grandparents house was only 6 blocks away from my school, and my Grandmother said it would be fine to go eat lunch there. I wanted to take advantage of also being able to take a nap if I needed to, or catch up on homework at my Grandparents house. http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/729/ Mon, 01 Mar 2010 00:00:00 -0500 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/729/

]]> http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/13/6/ Sun, 28 Feb 2010 00:00:00 -0500 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/13/6/ Dad had just gone to bed and it was early only around 9 and I was feeling horny as hell. I gave it a half hour before making a move. I had always fantasized about dad's feet and how much I would love to get it on with his feet as I had this huge foot fetish. This was an opportunity and up until now I hadn't had the courage or the opportunity. Mum was overseas and my brothers were out for the evening. Knowing them they wouldn't be home till the early hours of the morning. I went to his room and stood by the door and placed my ear to the door to hear if he was snoring. http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/685/ Sat, 27 Feb 2010 00:00:00 -0500 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/685/

]]> http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/21/4/ Fri, 26 Feb 2010 00:00:00 -0500 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/21/4/ Kyle was awakened by a loud "THUD". He shot straight up in bed. "What?"he garbbled still half asleep. He looked around his room trying to focus still partly unaware was where he was. As he awoke he realized he was in his own room and that something had awoken him. He had heard a noise, that's right a noise. But was it real or just part of a dream? Maybe it was his Father. He glanced at his alarm clock and saw it was nearly three in the morning. His Dad had probably been in bed for three hours or so already. Oh, well since he was up he'd check and see if Dad was okay. http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/264/ Thu, 25 Feb 2010 00:00:00 -0500 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/264/

]]> http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/37/3/ Wed, 24 Feb 2010 00:00:00 -0500 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/37/3/ Jeff Hyatt rushed in the door from work in just enough time to shower and change before heading back out the door again. Jeff and his 19-year-old son, Kyle were meeting an old college friend of Jeff's for dinner tonight. Jeff's friend, Greg was celebrating his 40th birthday and the Hyatt men were taking him to dinner in one of the best restaurants in New York City. Jeff hated to drive into the city so he had a taxi due to arrive at their house at 7:00 and of course he was running late. He knew it would cost him a few dollars to take a taxi in, but after all he could afford it considering he had just been made partner at his law firm. http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/365/ Tue, 23 Feb 2010 00:00:00 -0500 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/365/

]]> http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/56/1/ Mon, 22 Feb 2010 00:00:00 -0500 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/56/1/ Cruising at the downtown commuter train station in Chicago is by far the best play for an admirer of older men to catch a glimpse at their packages while in the bathroom. It took me a while to realize that other men were there doing the same thing. It was one moment in particular that I learned this. http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/33/ Sun, 21 Feb 2010 00:00:00 -0500 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/33/

]]> http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/45/3/ Sat, 20 Feb 2010 00:00:00 -0500 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/45/3/ I thought I was going to be sick. His mother asked him to entertain us, to play something for us on the piano, and the pert-butt blond tossed the curl out of his face and flowed over to the piano and started to fill the room with Chopin. I'd had this kid in my craw for a good fifteen years, and all I wanted to do was to slam him to the floor and fuck the stuffing out of him. And that was when he was just a series of pictures and narratives in letters from his mother to mine. And now here he was in the flesh, Mr. Perfect. And, damn if he didn't play Chopin like a concert pianist. http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/301/ Fri, 19 Feb 2010 00:00:00 -0500 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/301/

]]> http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/30/2/ Thu, 18 Feb 2010 00:00:00 -0500 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/30/2/ Fantasy takes many convoluted twists and turns on its way to picturization - - take me, for instance - - I'm your fairly well-adjusted garden-variety homosexual - 6'4", a little over 200 pounds, 40" waist, 60-ish with an average six inch cut cock that sometimes has a mind of its own. Most days will find me going to work, coming home, fixing supper for my long-time lover, reading the paper and the latest arrival of the many magazines we take. But many times, I log on to the computer and go direct to the gay chat rooms for many vicarious pleasures. At times, my alter ego, Jake, takes over - but, then, let's have Jake tell his own story - - http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/530/ Wed, 17 Feb 2010 00:00:00 -0500 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/530/

]]> http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/19/1/ Tue, 16 Feb 2010 00:00:00 -0500 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/19/1/ I was feeling a bit sick and I was running a temperature. I was a kid of a single Dad. Mom had left us and I was in my Dads care. Dad put me up in doggy style and lowered my head with my ass in the air. Dad took the thermometer and slowly slid it inside my butthole. I felt so relaxed. It was nice and I knew Dad was taking care of me. When ever I was feeling bad Dad would always take my temperature no matter. I started loving getting in that position, that I would sometime pretend I was feeling bad. http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/553/ Mon, 15 Feb 2010 00:00:00 -0500 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/553/

]]> http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/25/1/ Sun, 14 Feb 2010 00:00:00 -0500 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/25/1/ I'm not sure exactly how I got into the situation, but here is what I do know. I was at the end of my senior year of high school, and had been asked (told really) to stay after class by my Wellness teacher. He was a former marine, and kept in shape. He always enjoyed competing against us high school boys in feats of speed, endurance and strength. http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/159/ Sat, 13 Feb 2010 00:00:00 -0500 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/159/

]]> http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/58/2/ Fri, 12 Feb 2010 00:00:00 -0500 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/58/2/ Cause of today's sissified morality, studs can't horse around or even show affection openly like real men. An innocent chore a boy does for his daddy, can be misunderstood by women & their pussy-whipped girly men. That's why an innocent service I do for dad at home, I can't do in public. If dad uses me as his pissboy at a truckstop, some asshole might object. A wholesome, innocent act like being dad's urinal & drinking his hot piss, might get his accused of sexual child abuse, & get him labeled a degenerate pederast. So I only do fuckin shit like that, or sucking dad off, at home. Only dad's buds get to see me give his a blow job, or take his fuckpole up my shitchute. http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/736/ Thu, 11 Feb 2010 00:00:00 -0500 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/736/

]]> http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/44/7/ Wed, 10 Feb 2010 00:00:00 -0500 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/44/7/ "Dad, wake me up at 8 am tomorrow?" I called to my dad before I went to sleep. I'd been sleeping through my alarm clock all week and if I was late one more time for the class I was going to be in big trouble. http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/313/ Tue, 09 Feb 2010 00:00:00 -0500 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/313/

]]> http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/54/5/ Mon, 08 Feb 2010 00:00:00 -0500 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/54/5/ The two construction workers worked quickly and efficiently, cleaning up for the evening around the construction site on the new house on the steep hillside overlooking the pounding surf on the rugged coast below. The two moved together, in fluid motion. They were having a boisterous and obscene conversation of what the two horny hunks planned to do to their girl friends that evening after a hard-working pay day. The day had been hot, and they were both stripped down to shorts and tool belts and heavy construction boots. http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/25/ Sun, 07 Feb 2010 00:00:00 -0500 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/25/

]]> http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/58/4/ Sat, 06 Feb 2010 00:00:00 -0500 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/58/4/ Hi, this is my story, about how I feel inside and my dream couple. http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/217/ Fri, 05 Feb 2010 00:00:00 -0500 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/217/

]]> http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/28/7/ Thu, 04 Feb 2010 00:00:00 -0500 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/28/7/ First off let me tell you a little about me. My name is Tony Im 5 ft 8 in, 13 stone 44c 33w mixed race and smooth. Ive always had a thing for big white guys, I had a couple of days off work from my job as a warehouse man, I was bored and horny so decided to take a trip down to London and visit a Sauna. http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/688/ Wed, 03 Feb 2010 00:00:00 -0500 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/688/

]]> http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/24/1/ Tue, 02 Feb 2010 00:00:00 -0500 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/24/1/ The movies marquee at the local theater read, "Cowboys of the Old West." I always had a thing for cowboys, so when I had today off from school, I bought my ticket and entered the theater. It must have been my desire for "hero worship" or just the natural lust for the male physique, no matter what it was; it still aroused my interest causing my male testosterone to stir. http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/431/ Mon, 01 Feb 2010 00:00:00 -0500 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/431/ His name was Michael Lansing, but everyone at Cal Military called him called him Major Lansing or just Major if they knew him well. He was the main man in charge and he ran the school with an iron hand. I had seen him patrolling Barracks halls or sitting in on classes for the last three years before I really knew much about him. It was said that he had been married at one time, but his wife had died during childbirth. If I had to guess I would say he at to be at least in his forties, but he looked thirty. He had the kind of hard body even men stared at. He maintained his private quarters behind the Administration building and that was all anyone knew about him. He was such cold hard disciplinarian that even the teachers feared his wrath. http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/160/ Sun, 31 Jan 2010 00:00:00 -0500 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/160/