Gay Erotic Stories

Mark and Daddy Mark and I have worked together for three of the ten years that I have been at the manufacturing facility. Mark is married and he and his wife are expecting a child in four months. Mark is 27 years old, and even at a quick glance, a jock. He has a massive build with a bull neck and shoulders. He stands five feet and eleven inches and weighs about 250. True to his appearance, he played football in high school, and from the reports I have heard from those who have known him longer, he played well. He is an excellent worker and is quiet and reserved in his actions, friendly and talkative, but not one to volunteer a great deal of information unless asked. I am seventeen years older than Mark. The significance of this is that some younger men don't often relate very well to someone older than they are. This is by no means a universal observation, but Mark and I seem to get along well and often chat. We do a lot of good natured kidding and from time to time engage in a little light horse play, grabbing and punching at one another. In a blue collar environment, some of the unwritten rules of horse play allow for kidding of a sexual nature. This includes grabbing a handful of butt cheek, or playfully passing by and tickling an ear. These unwritten rules also allow a great deal of playful verbal putdowns regarding one's sexual activities and orientation. Mark and I exchanged all of these at one time or another, and I took it to be just another way that males find of working together and coping with job stress. On this particular weekend, Mark was coming over to my bachelor dwelling to get some flagstones that I wanted to be rid of. I was replanting a small backyard plot that had twelve of them scattered over the area. I had told Mark about the planting and said that anyone could have them if they would take them away for me. He immediately asked if he could have them and volunteered to drive over and get them in his truck. No problem. He arrived Saturday morning and knocked at my door. I opened the door and there he stood dressed in a loose fitting tee shirt and a long pair of baggy shorts. Standard uniform for general yard work and what-have-you. With a big grin he said good morning, and came in the house. I offered a cup of coffee, he accepted, and we sat down to talk a few minutes. We then got up and set to work lifting the stones from the ground and walking them to the bed of the truck. They were not lightweight, and we both worked up a good sweat. We returned to the kitchen and downed a glass of water and cooled off a minute. It was approaching eleven o'clock and I said a few words about being hungry. Mark immediately offered to buy me lunch in payment for the flagstones I had just given him. Good idea. We agreed on a local deli where a good sandwich and beer could be purchased. I said that I wanted to shower and do a quick change of clothes. And in the same way that we kid one another at work, as I walked by him, I reached out and lightly flipped at one of his nipples and asked if he wanted to join me in the shower, having no idea what would happen next. His answer was a quick and short "Yes". I took it to be another one of our jokes, and laughed and said for him to follow me. He did. At that point, I took his actions to be some more of our usual horseplay and figured he would run up behind me and pinch my butt or grab my neck in a hammer lock. He did none of these, but followed me down the hallway toward the bath. We stood in the bedroom and faced one another. Mark laughed, said that I didn't think he was serious, reached over his shoulders and pulled upward on his tee shirt and removed it in one motion. As he did, I responded in the same way and removed my shirt. As I dropped my shirt to the floor, I looked at him in amazement, but tried to conceal it. I knew he had an impressive physique, but I was taken by surprise at what I saw. His chest and abdomen were filled with muscle. His biceps were huge and bulged even with the light exertion of removing his shirt. His skin was pale, almost white. He appeared to be one of those who don't tan very well, who burn instead of getting darker. Further, his upper body was completely hairless except for a very light underarm growth. We both then removed our shorts and underwear somewhat awkwardly, as if we were teenagers in a gym shower. We then stood there naked, not knowing what to say. We both took a quick glance at each others crotch. More amazement followed as I looked at Mark's small, almost boyish genitals and very thin growth of pubic hair. It was not the small size of his dick and nuts, but the size of his thighs. He was one of those men whose muscular legs don't allow his balls to hang. Instead, the muscle mass causes his balls and dick to be forced upward. His short soft dick lay on top of his balls almost parallel with the floor. I still believed at this point that this was going to be something completely innocent, just two guys sharing a shower, so I proceeded to walk into the bath. I turned on the shower and allowed the temperature to rise, and stepped in. Mark grinned and followed me. I soaped myself and handed the bar to Mark who got lathered up as well. The shower stall was small, and the space between us could not prevent us from brushing into one another. Still, nothing really out of the ordinary took place until I offered to scrub his back for him. He turned around with his back to me and I began to wash his back. I looked down at his butt and saw that he had two thumb sized dimples over his cheeks just below his waist line. This excited me for some reason to the point that my dick began to lengthen. I continued to scrub his back and after a few seconds asked him to reciprocate and scrub my back. I turned and handed him the washcloth over my shoulder. He vigorously scrubbed my back, making me get completely hard, but my hard on was not visible to Mark at this point. He then began to rub my back with his bare hand. It was then that I realized that something out of the ordinary might take place. He was rubbing his hand over my back, but it was as if he were feeling of me rather than washing. He stopped feeling my back and leaned closer to my ear and asked if there were anything else that needed to be washed. I was, at this point, not too surprised to hear that. I knew then that we were past the point of just a friendly shower and "male bonding". I turned and faced him with my dick standing out from my body. I didn't answer his question aloud, but instead pointed to my dick. His response was startling: he said, "Yes, Daddy." That single word "Daddy" was the cue to what was to follow. In my past experiences with other men, I had sexual encounters with three who called me Daddy. In each case, the desire of the three was not for an exaggerated Master-Slave whip and chain session, but rather me being Dominant and he being Submissive. In other words, they want to be told, even made to do whatever I wanted. The idea that a huge muscular man who could have easily overpowered me wanted to be submissive and compliant was truly exciting role playing. So I began. I told Mark to wash my dick, but that it would have to be gentle. He knelt in front of me and began to ever so gently soap my seven inches with his hand. As he rubbed his large fist up and down my dick, he kept looking up at me with a questioning look and asked several times, "Is this OK Daddy?" As he continued, I saw that he had a hard on. His erect dick could not have been more than four and a half or five inches. In addition to it's short length, it was rather small in diameter too. As I said, he had boy-like genitals. He was circumcised just like me. His balls had warmed in the shower water and his scrotum had loosened slightly and rested between his bulging thighs. After a short time, I decided that I had had enough and told him to rinse me off. He gently turned me into the shower spray, and with his hands, repeatedly rubbed the soap from my body. I could feel the strength in his hands and even his arms as he momentarily rested a hand on my shoulder I could hardly wait for us to get into bed. I stepped out of the shower and told him to rinse and then to dry me. He quickly stood under the water and allowed the soap to run off his glistening body. His muscles rippled in front of me as he turned and stretched his body under the shower head. He got out and grabbed a towel and began to dry me off. He got down on his knees again and carefully wiped my genitals, looking upward again and asking, "Is this OK Daddy?" I said that it would do, and to dry himself and then come into the bedroom. I walked to the edge of the bed and sat and waited for him. Mark followed in a few seconds and walked to the bed and stood in front of me, his erect penis at the level of my face. I looked up at Mark, but his eyes were looking downward, and his hands held behind his butt. He began to shiver. His shoulders and pectoral muscles shook and his legs quivered suddenly. I realized that it had nothing to do with temperature, but rather it was from sexual excitement and pent up tension. I told him to kneel in front of me. He almost fell to his knees and his voice quavered as he again answered "Yes, Daddy" after clearing his throat slightly. He then said in a voice that was a whisper, "Show me what you want me to do, Daddy". As he spoke, his eyes on my hard dick, he lifted his left hand to his chest and pinched his nipple. I reminded him that I had not given him permission to touch himself, and that my needs should be his only concern. "Thank you, Daddy", he said and placed both his hands on his thighs. His eyes still looking at my penis, I spoke to him and told him that I would give him permission to suck on my dick. He didn't answer with his usual response, but instead inched forward slightly on his knees, licked his lower lip and opened his mouth. I placed my hands on his head and lowered his head to my dick. He very gently took my root into his moist mouth. The warmth of his mouth on my dick caused me to moan and I fell back on the bed with my eyes squeezed tightly. The pleasure was overpowering. As he held my cock between his lips, I could feel his tongue as he moved it around the head of my dick. Several times he pushed his tongue into my pee hole and held it there. Mark made audible moaning noises that could be heard even though his lips were around my cock. I managed to lift myself up on my elbows so I could watch him blow my crank. He had placed his huge hands on my hips as he worked his lips over my dick. He moved his hands up to my chest, found my nipples and began to gently rub them. I rubbed one hand over his bicep and felt the un-used strength that was in them. I noticed that because his arms were extended beyond his body, the muscles in his neck and shoulders formed huge lumps that were constantly in motion due to his bobbing head. The sight of all this was almost more than my dick could tolerate. I wanted this to last more than 30 seconds, but it seemed impossible. Mark then moved his hands back to my crotch and placed one hand around my scrotum which had tightened by now and used the other hand to give my root additional stimulation. He began to move his head up and down faster than before and looked up into my eyes from time to time. Saliva began to ooze out of his mouth and ran down the length of my dick into my pubic hair. His mouth made slurping noises as he continued, and pressed his tongue under the head of my dick. I felt the orgasm begin. My ass muscles began to contract and I felt the warm flush of blood run to my chest and neck and my dick swelled even more. Mark sensed my cumming and began to make soft whining noises with his mouth still clasped on my dick. His whining noises stopped suddenly as my load began to empty into his mouth. I could feel several powerful pulses in my dick as the cum left my body. Mark's hand on my balls tightened gently and made me moan loudly. I fell backward again on the bed as the last spasm gripped my body and made me collapse. I quickly lifted my head and looked at Mark. His lips were still on my dick and I could tell that my load was still in his mouth. As he looked me in the eyes, he removed his mouth from my dick with his lips together and sat in an upright position. He then half closed his eyes and swallowed. I could see his Adam's apple bob as he let my wad slide down his throat. With his lips slightly open, he lifted the back of his hand to his mouth and wiped it. "Was that good, Daddy?" A weak "Yes" was all I could muster. "Can I cum now, Daddy?", he asked. I nodded my approval, sat up and watched as he rolled over on his back on the floor in front of me. He moved his hand to his crotch and rubbed on his penis with the palm of his hand. "Watch what I can do, Daddy.", he said as he put his fist to his dick. His large hand all but covered the length of his prick. He bent his knees and placed his feet flat on the floor. He then spread his knees far apart and began to stroke his dick. His response to the self-stimulation was immediate. He jerked his body repeatedly and moaned again and again. The sight of this powerful man lying on the floor at my feet, jerking off made my dick start to get hard again. His left hand clutching his scrotum, he began to look at me steadily. His eyes widened as he spoke, "Watch me..........Watch me, Daddy" He said this several times and then the pitch of his voice went up. He suddenly stretched out his legs parallel to the floor and closed his eyes. His fist stopped the fast movements of a moment before and he began to make shorter and slower movements with his hand. He then lifted his head, opened his eyes and looked down at his dick. He then turned his head to me and groaned, "Here it is, Daddy". The first of his load squirted upward and fell across his abdomen. Several more spurts followed, each one making Mark shout "UUuunnh...." and snap his head forward against his chest. With his right hand on his penis, he lay there, taking huge breaths. As he recovered, I stepped into the bath and brought a damp towel and knelt down beside him and wiped drops of cum off his smooth stomach and chest. He looked up and smiled a huge grin and said "Thanks" This time no "Daddy" went with it. We stood and faced each other again and Mark reached out to me and pulled me to himself and hugged me warmly. We then got dressed and left for the deli. An hour later he was on his way home with the flagstones. Over the course of several years, Mark returned to my house on one pretense or another and we always found ourselves in the shower. The experiences seemed to benefit us both. Thanks, Mark