Gay Erotic Stories

I had moved back in with my folks after being out on my own for some time. I had finally come to grips with being gay and being sexual. I loved to jerk off...it was my favorite hobby. I never pegged myself as someone who was voyeuristic, but one afternoon I just couldn't help myself. It was around 11 am one weekend and my mother had left to spend time with her friends. I could hear my dad up rustling about so I decided to get out of bed and start the day. As I walked across my room I could hear the bathroom door shutting. I opened my door to see that my dad had just gone into the washroom. I figured I'd lay back down for a bit until he had finished. After 10 minutes, I started to get kinda horny...started thinking dirty thoughts (hmm wouldn't it be funny if dad was in there jerking off right now??). My dad was a stocky man, very tanned and hairy with chiseled good looks. I always wondered if his dick was nice and thick like mine was... Curious I got out of bed and crept down the hall. It was so quiet in the house that my breathing sounded like a machine. I put my ear up to the door and just started to listen...my breathing got so hard that I actually had to hold my breath...suddenly I could hear something, a wet slapping noise. At first I wasn't sure but then I knew it was the sound of my dad just pounding his wet cock.

My heart started to pound...I can't believe I'm hearing this? The more I just held my breath and put my ear closer to the door the more I could start to hear every move, every breath.... this was sooo fucking hot...and it was my old man!!?? Just the thought that he was in there pleasuring himself sent my dick into rock hard status (I couldn't start to jerk off listening to my dad....could I??).

The jerking got more intense and he started to let out a soft moan of enjoyment...."slap slap, slap," his wet dick made the most desirable noises. I just wanted to open the door and suck all the delicious precum off of it.

I couldn't take it anymore...my cock was throbbing...I pulled down my shorts and started to pound my cock with my fist. I was so hard and so excited by the odd situation that it wasn't long before I exploded into my hands. Trying to catch it all I ran back in my room. Wiping off my hands and laying back on my bed I just lay there thinking about what just happened...did he hear me? Was I dirty for wanting to listen, and to pleasure myself while he did? I couldn't help but wonder...if the opportunity came up again....would I "grab it?"