Gay Erotic Stories

Okay, I wasn't really born until 4:38 in the afternoon but as far as the law was concerned I was legally eighteen from the stroke of midnight the night before. This was the day I'd been waiting for four years and I wasn't going to risk letting it pass by without getting what I wanted. He came by the house every week or so to check things out. As part of their divorce settlement my father was required to either maintain the house himself or hire someone to do it for him. My mother was certainly capable enough but had convinced the judge that she was a helpless idiot. From about as early as I can remember I was hot for him. I remember when I was eleven I looked out the window and saw him mowing the lawn without a shirt on. He was big, and muscular and really heavily coated with hair. I think it was the hair that excited me the most. I used to love the summer because he'd come every week on Thursday afternoon (as per the schedule worked out between my parents) to mow. Sometimes my mom was home when he arrived, but more often than not she was out on those days. I wasn't! Hell, I could hardly wait for Thursdays to see him outside stripped to the waist, his bare and muscled body soaking wet with sweat. For several years I watched him, and each time I gawked at him through my bedroom window I would pull my hard little cock out of my pants and beat off just dreaming about what it would be like to be with him, to have my hands all over his hairy body while he rammed his cock up my ass. I was barely thirteen before I started shoving things up my butt and pretending it was him fucking me. I started out with my finger, well lubed from the Vaseline jar. Then I progressed on to somewhat larger and more rigid items like a plastic tube from my step-brother's toy set, then a yet thicker piece from the same set. Eventually I worked my way up to small zucchini picked from the garden well before they were ready to eat and then finally I saved up enough money to order this realistic looking (and feeling!) dildo from a catalog I found in a dumpster just outside of school. For six weeks I raced to the mailbox daily to insure that someone else didn't take delivery of the big artificial dick made of some kind of synthetic material. I practiced with the thing choking down my throat and then would force it up my tight young ass, always careful to clean it well before putting it away in a secret hiding place in my room so that it would be ready for the next time I wanted a thrill. I even named the thing "Ted" after him, somehow just knowing that his cock would be the same size (or bigger!) than this $39.95 piece of semi-rigid plastic. As luck would have it, my birthday that year fell on a Thursday. That meant I could expect him shortly after noon. It was another hot day following a week with three different rain showers making me certain that he'd need to give the grass a trim. Some weeks I pretended not to be home so that I could watch him from the window and beat off just looking at his rugged hairy body. Other times I'd take a beer out to him in hopes that he'd take a break and suggest that we go inside and fool around. I didn't give a shit if I was under- age or not, but he evidently did. I knew he couldn't risk getting his ass thrown in jail for making it with a minor. I have no doubt that my mother would somehow find out if we were to do something and press charges to the full extend possible. I'd spent a good deal of the morning with "fake-Ted" ---the dildo--- up my butt trying my best to stretch the tight muscles to accommodate him. By one o'clock he wasn't there. That's okay....sometimes he didn't arrive right on time. Just as I was beginning to think that he wasn't going to come, that maybe another appointment had kept him from our house that day, he arrived. Oh shit, he looked hotter than hell and I was determined that I wasn't going to let him leave the house this day without having his big hard cock up my ass-hole. I watched as he went to the shed behind the house and pulled the power mower out. I saw him check the oil and the gas and damned near shot a load in my shorts as I watched him pull the cord to start the engine. His thick muscled arms rippled and bulged as he yanked the rope and I muttered (out loud) for him to take his shirt off. He didn't hear that from my bedroom window of course, but it didn't take long for him to do it any way. "Oh yeah!" I moaned out (as I had so many times before when he did the same thing). His upper body was densely coated with coarse dark fur, it appeared to be even more than it had been the week before and the week before that! I took out the high-powered binoculars my grand- parents had given me the year before for my birthday and trained them right on his bulging hair-washed chest, my mouth watering as I imagined putting my hands and then my lips on his well-mounded pectorals, feeling the nipples below stiffen in reaction to my fingers and then my tongue. I wore no clothing. I'd stripped down bare well before he arrived in anticipation of his coming. It took me almost no time before I pumped out my first big load of spunk against the wall of my room just below that window. It wasn't the first time (and wouldn't be the last) that I'd had to wipe my jism off the wall! "C'mon Denny, you've got to go down there!" I told myself. "He's not going to come up here. Rules are rules, and he's not allowed inside the house" Okay, but I'm certainly allowed to go out there right? I pulled on a pair of loose-fitting shorts over the jock-strap I put on just in case I threw a rod in front of him. What the hell was I doing? The idea was that I let him know how turned on I was by him so that he'd want to fuck me just like I so wanted him to fuck me. As I got closer to him I realized that this was the best he'd ever looked to me. He wore a pair of tight shorts that hugged his ass so tight I could almost see the outline of hairs on his butt. There was a line of sweat running down from the middle of his back right into the top of the shorts and I could only imagine how great it would be to be one of those drops of perspiration that had lodged itself in the hairy crack of his ass. The shorts were not only tight, they were cut really short, giving a great view of his heavily muscled, heavily haired thighs. Damn he was built like a fucking tank and I felt myself stiffen as I approached him. His back had been to me as I walked from the house out to where he was mowing, but all of a sudden he turned and came the other direction ---- toward me. He grinned as he saw me and let go of the handle on the mower, the safety switch automatically shutting off the engine. "Hey Denny, how's it goin'?" he asked, and I couldn't help but notice how his brilliant white teeth con- trasted so nicely to the scruffy days worth of growth of whisker on his face. Damn! He was about the sexiest looking thing I'd ever seen at that moment. "Wanna' come in for a beer?" I asked him, and he gave me a suspicious look. "C'mon kid, you know that's against the rules. Usually you bring me one out if you're home" (Little did he know that I'd made it a point to be home almost every Thursday I could possibly be home. Hell, I'd even faked being sick at school on a number of Thursdays just to have the opportunity to come home a little early and catch him out working on the lawn.) "Yeah well, I thought maybe you'd like to take a break and come inside today. Mom's not home" I offered, almost afraid that I was being too obvious with my plan. "She'll never know you set foot in the house" I argued, and he countered with "What if she comes home while we're in there?" and I explained that she was gone for the day, wouldn't be home until almost 6:00 because she was making all the arrangements for my birthday dinner that night. "No shit, is this your birthday?" he said, and I felt a pang of regret thinking how nice it would be if both my parents had remembered my birthday. I hadn't gotten a gift from my dad for the last three birthdays. "Sure, why the hell not!?" he said as he dropped the towel he'd used to wipe the sweat off his face. "Let's go kid" and before I knew it we were headed toward the double-paned, safety-glass doors heading from the back yard into the kitchen. "You want a beer, or something stronger?" I asked and he said he'd love nothing better than to drink up all the expensive scotch that my mom's husband bought. "If I know her though she's made note of the level when she left this morning and she'll probably accuse you of drinking it. Nah, give me a beer!" he finally said. One thing was certain....even if he and I each had a couple of beers they wouldn't be missed. The "beer fridge" in the garage was stocked full, and my step-dad drank so many each day they he'd never know if there were two, or ten gone. I handed him a beer and could barely keep my eyes off his bare upper body, so thickly muscled and thickly haired. He tipped the can up and guzzled it, allowing a stream of the foamy brew to dribble down onto his chest. I watched in total interest as he wiped the back of his big hand across his hairy chest to clean off the dribbles and fought the urge to shove my face right into the dark curls to lap up the drops myself. "Something wrong?" he asked, sensing that I was staring at him. No....nothing at all. It's just that......well.....I'm.... well....oh shit, I really want you to fuck me!" I blurted out and before I knew it the two of us were in my room, naked on my bed. I had my knees up to my chest and he'd taken his talented tongue and dug it way up my ass-hole to moisten it. The combination of his wet mouth and his bristly rough- whiskered face was almost more than I could handle, and I was afraid I would come almost immediately. Good thing I'd already blown a load upstairs before coming out to meet him. "Get ready kid, get ready for the fucking of your life!" he warned me, and I felt his huge hard cock-head exert pressure against the tight muscle-ring of my ass-hole. Suddenly, it was as it something gave loose and the first six or so inches of his thick hard cock slid into me. It was like a dam had broken and I wrapped my legs around his hairy butt to drive him deeper. Seven....eight....ten....then the full fourteen inches of his huge thick dick slid into my tight virgin ass. I can't imagine what would have happened if I had not spent the last several years with "dildo-Ted" loosening me up. As it was I thought he was going to rip me in two when he fucked me. It would have been worth it though, just to experience the thrill of taking this monstrous organ up my butt. He was soaking wet with sweat as he fucked me, his hairy body dripping with perspiration as he rammed his massive male-organ way up inside me. Each time he slammed into me I could feel his big egg-shaped balls slap against my buttocks and with each thrust of his cock into me I could feel his rugged hairiness against my smooth body. We went at it for hours, until just before I knew my mother would get home. "Guess you'll have to come back tomorrow and finish the yard" I said and he gave me a knowing look. "Yeah, I guess so. You going to be home?" "I've been home every Thursday for years" I said and he shocked me with his answer. "Yeah I know. I've seen you staring at me from your room for a long time. You've wanted this for a long time haven't you?" "Damned right I have!" I admitted to him. "If you knew I was hot for you why didn't you do something about it?" I asked him. "C'mon Denny, I'm a well-know, well-respected lawyer here in town. How would it look if your mom found out I was fucking you and you were underage? She'd have me strung up by my balls. I can just see the headlines now: "LOCAL LAWYER INCARCERATED FOR HAVING SEX WITH HIS OWN SON. MOTHER CATCHES EX-HUSBAND AND SON IN INCESTUOUS GAY SEX" "No, trust me son, as much as I've wanted this to happen for the last few years I'm not about to risk getting my ass thrown into jail just for the opportunity to fuck you. Now that I've had it though, I'm not sure the risk wouldn't have been worth the taking. What do you say you come spend some time with me now that you're legally able to make your own decisions?" he asked, and I told him I'd love to do just that. My dad had just given me the best birthday present I could possible get.