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 Sat, 11 Oct 2008 00:00:00 -0400 It was a regular day at the pool my shift was almost over and many kids just loved feeling my muscles. I am like muscle god I have well-defined abs, huge biceps, and the cute look. Just when I was about to close the pool this teen came up to me and asked if he could swim longer, I said okay but only for 15 minutes. The teen is probably eighteen years old his abs are defined and he's well built and very cute. http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/162/ Sat, 11 Oct 2008 00:00:00 -0400 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/162/

]]> http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/37/1/ Fri, 10 Oct 2008 00:00:00 -0400 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/37/1/ Dad's boss Mr. Simon had organized a Charity Slave Auction to raise money for a new community swimming pool. The auction was to evolve only his company's male employee's and business associates that Mr. Simon had become aquainted with over the years. The Auction was scheduled for this coming Friday evening. All male employees were outfitted with tuxedos. Why only the male employees was because Mrs. Simon had organized her own benefit with the female employees, it was to be a competition. Male vs Female employees. If the males lost, they had to prepare supper for the ladies and vice versa for the ladies. So the ladies auction had garnered $250,000 in cash so we had to beat it to win so our work was cut out for us. Mr. Simon had requested that Dad and I be apart of the auction and what could Dad say to that. So we were to be auctioned off. http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/514/ Thu, 09 Oct 2008 00:00:00 -0400 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/514/

]]> http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/2/5/ Wed, 08 Oct 2008 00:00:00 -0400 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/2/5/ This year I, Paul Dehner, will graduate from Bruder Marine Academy, the toughest muthafuckin kick ass mens' Academy in the South. Back in H. S. us jocks ruled. Even the teachers were scared shitless of us. My Pa, Jack Dehner, is a biker cop, n' since I was old enuff to wipe me own butthole, me n' him been's workin' out together. I've got a big burly bod, hairy chest, belly & butt. Pa says he's waitin' fer my boy brain to catch up to my man nuts. That's why he chose Bruder. They know how to make the rowdiest fucka's shape up. http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/495/ Tue, 07 Oct 2008 00:00:00 -0400 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/495/

]]> http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/6/2/ Mon, 06 Oct 2008 00:00:00 -0400 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/6/2/ The moment that I saw him I felt something in my stomach...not knowing that soon I would feel something in my ass! Jakes family had taken us away for the weekend in a big hotel. We were both 18 and had no intention of what as going to happen. http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/50/ Sun, 05 Oct 2008 00:00:00 -0400 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/50/

]]> http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/27/4/ Sat, 04 Oct 2008 00:00:00 -0400 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/27/4/ Although it's been twenty years, I can remember my first time like it was only yesterday. I was 19 and had recently finished college. I was what you'd call a late developer; I'd only begun puberty the previous year. At 18, it was little unusual but according to the medical profession, perfectly normal. I knew I was gay around the same time my body was changing because along with puberty came my attraction to men. At that age it was all quite innocent, the odd fantasy about a film star, a crush on a guy at school, that kind of thing. http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/227/ Fri, 03 Oct 2008 00:00:00 -0400 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/227/

]]> http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/7/2/ Thu, 02 Oct 2008 00:00:00 -0400 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/7/2/ My best friend, Jim, and I started having sex together when we were 18. By 19 we were swallowing each other's loads and fucking each other. Jim and I were both fairly hairy at 18, as were a number of guys in our class and we both liked hairy guys. I was 5'11", brown hairy, blue eyes, 165 lbs and had a hairy chest, stomach, arms, legs, ass and balls. Jim was 6', 175lbs, black hair, brown eyes and hairy. http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/28/ Wed, 01 Oct 2008 00:00:00 -0400 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/28/

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]]> http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/17/4/ Sun, 28 Sep 2008 00:00:00 -0400 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/17/4/ John Paul Batista, Executive Director of Photography. Has a nice ring to it doesn't it? I thought so too when Adam offered me the position. After 40 years of service for the publishing company, our beloved Larry Marshall decided to call it quits and spend the rest of his life on a tropical island in the middle of the Pacific where there were no magazines. It was at that point that Adam decided to realign the company's structure and created two new positions: Director of Photography and Director of Writing. These directors would report directly to him and would oversee the written and photographic concept of all the magazines. He offered the jobs to me and Jake, respectively, and we both eagerly accepted. http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/119/ Sat, 27 Sep 2008 00:00:00 -0400 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/119/

]]> http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/45/5/ Fri, 26 Sep 2008 00:00:00 -0400 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/45/5/ He waved to me, thanking me for slowing down as I passed and I waved back to thank him for thanking me. That first day as he raised his arm I noticed the rainbow wristband and my heart skipped a beat. http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/390/ Thu, 25 Sep 2008 00:00:00 -0400 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/390/

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]]> http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/3/1/ Sat, 20 Sep 2008 00:00:00 -0400 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/3/1/ In July, the company I work for has an excellent picnic for us. Its a small office of about 70 people. Family and guests are invited. Close to 150 show up, and there is alot of food. The usual company awards are handed out and anything to congradulate employees. We have lots of games and contests and prizes to win. Everyone is casual and talking and laughing. What great fun it all is. http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/524/ Fri, 19 Sep 2008 00:00:00 -0400 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/524/

]]> http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/45/7/ Thu, 18 Sep 2008 00:00:00 -0400 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/45/7/ 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/ Wed, 17 Sep 2008 00:00:00 -0400 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/264/

]]> http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/37/1/ Tue, 16 Sep 2008 00:00:00 -0400 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/37/1/ 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. http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/312/ Mon, 15 Sep 2008 00:00:00 -0400 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/312/

]]> http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/8/2/ Sun, 14 Sep 2008 00:00:00 -0400 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/8/2/ The banging on the door worked its way into Haken's head like a rotten, throbbing tooth. "Alright!" he bawled out, throwing back the matted, filthy furs he slept in. Where the hell was the bitch? "The World ain't ending is it?" he said, drawing on his trousers. http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/300/ Sat, 13 Sep 2008 00:00:00 -0400 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/300/

]]> http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/8/2/ Fri, 12 Sep 2008 00:00:00 -0400 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/8/2/ Greg peered over the menu to check out the young waiter working the lunch tables. He'd wanted to avoid the noise of the business lunch crowd on a Friday, so he was at this trendy little place filled mostly with students. The menu didn't interest him, but the fair-haired young man breezing between the tables did. http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/345/ Thu, 11 Sep 2008 00:00:00 -0400 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/345/

]]> http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/1/3/ Wed, 10 Sep 2008 00:00:00 -0400 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/1/3/ I close my eyes and imagine... sitting down on his lap. Our eyes lock to each other, exploring the essence of the person within. We are drowning in the sea of love with the sound of our breathing echoes around us. There is silence between us that we can almost hear our heartbeats strumming through the night. http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/239/ Tue, 09 Sep 2008 00:00:00 -0400 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/239/

]]> http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/30/2/ Mon, 08 Sep 2008 00:00:00 -0400 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/30/2/ It is the Easter weekend and the rain has set in and I can't go to the beach so I sit here hoping to get off soon on the erotic stories from Mature Gay Stories and look at some of the hot young naked hunks and nice hard cocks. http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/133/ Sun, 07 Sep 2008 00:00:00 -0400 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/133/

]]> http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/12/5/ Sat, 06 Sep 2008 00:00:00 -0400 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/12/5/ I walked into the morning air. This was my favorite time in the desert. It was cool, a little chilly in fact. What moisture had gathered during the night was causing a slow breeze toward the towering red cliffs as the thermals formed for the day. I took a deep breath and coughed.. damn.. there were Russian olive trees blooming somewhere close by. http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/605/ Fri, 05 Sep 2008 00:00:00 -0400 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/605/

]]> http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/45/1/ Thu, 04 Sep 2008 00:00:00 -0400 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/galleries/45/1/ I could not have been in any steamier place or time for my sexual awakening. Bangkok, Thailand, in the eighties was sin city extraordinaire. Anything went there; everything was tolerated. It was a mai bin rai ("nevermind; whatever, it's OK") place and everything was not only tolerated, but it also was on offer and almost always for free or at a very good price. And it was an innocent time. The mellow follow-on years after the hippy era of "if it feels good, do it" and before anyone had ever heard the term AIDS. http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/56/ Wed, 03 Sep 2008 00:00:00 -0400 http://www.dirtyoldfrank.com/stories/56/

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