Gay Erotic Stories

I was headed for my daughter’s house. She was off to the Orient for a week or more and her hunky hubby Scott, was somewhere on the East coast giving a lecture or a presentation. The cats were asleep and the fish were being fish. I think she liked me being there so someone was in the house.

I rambled about and finally settled down to watch a movie I had brought along. It featured several well endowed guys doing a solo act. Being a loner myself I liked to watch and sometimes join as they stroked their way to the finish.

One in particular reminded me of Scott. Tall, smooth muscular build, light sandy brown hair, and a long hard cut cock. I often joined him as he worshipped his cock. After, I settled in and took a nap. Then fed myself and headed off to bed.

I arose early and sauntered down to the kitchen to make coffee. I grabbed the newspaper and read as I waited for the coffee to be ready. Noise in the yard caused me to look out and discover that Scott was taking a early morning swim. He climbed out of the pool to reveal he was naked, his long soft penis obvious from where I stood. He grabbed a towel and proceeded to settle down on a lounge chair to gather some sun. I waited for him to turn onto his back. He did.

I poured two cups of coffee and tossing a towel over my shoulder, I walked out to the pool. He covered his manhood with both hands as I spoke to let him know he had company. “I see you are getting some sun, son. Didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable so I left my suit in the kitchen. Got coffee, fresh brewed.”

By this time I was standing close enough that he had to look up at my burgeoning tool. I set the tray on the table next to him and moved another chair over so we could share the table and still I could study him. There was a glint in his eye, I knew he was up to something.

“I’m ten years older than Susan, which makes me six years younger than you Dad. There’s something I need to ask.”

“So ask,” I reply. “And then I have a few things I want to find out about you.”

“Well.” he starts, “I never had a dad. You are it for me. But I have feelings about you that I’m not sure would be allowed between a father and son. So I’d like to think of you as a brother for a little while. Of course I never had a brother either, so, maybe I’m all off base.”

It was my turn again. “Well, I never had a son. And my brother was younger too, so maybe it would be best if we were brothers for the day.” I reached for his hand and stood, pulling him to his feet.

“Fuck,” he sighed as he pulled me against his naked body. “I’m either right about this or you will kill me.” His other hand locked around my protruding erection. He stroked me up and down gently and I took his steely pole in hand. It was smaller in diameter but I knew it was longer as I pumped up and down to his rhythm on mine. When he realized I hadn’t punched him, he stopped, leaned close and kissed me on the mouth.

“I’ve wanted to do this for four years.” His hand started stroking me and he increased the speed as he pushed his cock against me. I stroked him and gained a tighter grip, he was only concerned with my cock. His hand seemed to blur as he continued to pound up and down the length of me. I increased the speed and grip and heard him moan to himself as he neared fulfillment. He shuddered and his cock stiffened more and he came.

Thick ropes of semen fired skyward and his hold on me tightened and he came again, another volley of creamy clotted cum, splashing on both of us. A third and then a fourth stream sprayed outward and then I felt myself at the end. I yelled as my balls erupted and my own little river of jism shot up between us. Again and again I came as he continued to masturbate me.

I knew it wouldn’t be the only time we came together.