Gay Erotic Stories

After finding out that my dad liked to pound his cock about as much as I did I got into the habit of playing with myself whenever he did. Although he was behind a closed door, putting my ear to the crack of the bathroom door and envisioning what lies behind it was enough of a "dirty treat" to keep me satisfied. One afternoon, however, to my delight...my dirty little treat to a fantastic turn.

It was about 1pm in the afternoon on a Sunday. My mother had left for the day and I advised my dad that I was going to take a nap downstairs (hopefully he would see this as a golden opportunity to please himself for the afternoon). After an hour of anticipation I finally heard my father go into the washroom upstairs. After five minutes I bolted up the stairs and proceeded to the outside realm of the bathroom door. Quiet, I waited by the door (is he jerking yet? Is he just using the washroom? Maybe he is shaving?). I started to get frustrated because I couldn't hear anything. I put my head against the door and closed my eyes. "C'mon dad" I thought to myself, "get aroused."

I backed up a bit, opened my eyes and began to stare at the door. I wish there was a peep hole somewhere. I studied the door and to my delight I noticed a crack of light peering out from the side of the door where I always put my ear. I moved in close, almost hugging the door and put my eye to the crack. Amazed I could sort of see movement, something bobbing up and down.

I put my ear to the crack and began to smile...there was that delicious slapping noise I longed for. "Is that his fist around his cock I can see?" I wondered to myself. "I needed a bigger crack to look through!" I ran to get a thin knife and returned to the door. Easily the door casing spread apart and to my shock and delight it revealed a clear view of my dad stroking his hard cock.

It glistened in the sunlight coming in through the window. His eyes were closed and his other hand was pinching his nipple. He looked like he really knew how to please himself. I kept having to hold my breath and then let it out in a quiet blow so he wouldn't hear me. My throat was dry and my heart was pounding in my chest. With one hand making sure the casing stayed spread apart I reached down with my other hand to lower my shorts and caress my hard cock.

Unknowingly, my dad and I pleased ourselves together for a half hour. Finally he really started to jerk...and so did I. This was so hot...not that I desired to fuck my dad, but that we were both so in tune with pleasure. It was exciting. I imagined he was a naughty neighbor or a sexy roommate whose cock I wanted to see for so long. I just kept staring at its thick, bulbous head and the precum that made it shiny. I busted my load all over the place. SHIT! What do I do now??? Quickly I removed my shirt and wiped it up as best I could. I stood up just in time to see him cum as well. He exploded and groaned. It was awesome.

I ran downstairs and lay on the couch. Terrified that he either heard me or saw the cum stains... Many times after that day I would take a quick look in my "peep hole" to see what he was up to...and many times I got the pleasure of experiencing a secret masturbation session with my dad. I'm not sure if he heard me or knew what was going on... and to this day...he's never said a thing...