Gay Erotic Stories

Mom and dad got married right out of high school. Mom was pregnant with me so dad did the right thing. It isn’t very easy for two young people to start a life when you throw a baby into the mix. They did their best to keep it together, but the impatience of youth got the better of them. I was born nine months after they were wed, and it was a difficult birth. It took mom a long time to heal from the ordeal; she was not able to any more children. That news put mom into a depression, and dad was neglected.

He worked hard to take care of us, but mom blamed him for what happened to her. If he had not got her pregnant, they could be happy together. She didn’t take any of her problems out on me, she saved it for dad. By the time I was seven dad couldn’t take anymore, so he left. He wanted me to come with him, but mom wouldn’t have it, her feelings turned into a grudge. It hurt him a lot, and he often told me that he stayed for me. The last thing he said to me was that he loved me. He just couldn’t be treated that way anymore. The last I heard his company had transferred him to their new office in Hawaii.

Mom was a statuesque woman with long flowing blonde hair. She always turned the heads of our neighbors (both male and female). For the most part she kept her depression out of the sight to everyone out side of our home. She didn’t treat me any different, but dad was never mentioned around her. I had to hide the one picture of him I had whenever I left the house. Things went on like that for eleven years, memories of dad faded. I got used to hiding his picture I didn’t even bother bringing it anymore. I never heard from him so it wasn’t a big deal. I knew for maybe three years that I preferred men to women.

Mom would sometimes bring home men she’d met for sex. After she was done with them, most of the time they were still ready to go. So while mom slept I took care of what they needed. They would ask me where the shower was, I would show them where to go. Most of the time they still had a hard on, mom was only out to satisfy herself. I learned to be bold and they were still so horny when I grabbed their dicks they wouldn’t protest. Some of them would teach me what felt the best, how to suck them off until they came in my mouth. Each had a different technique they liked, I soon became an expert. They marveled at how I could take them all the way down to their balls, without choking.

They also taught me how to take dicks into my ass, how to squeeze and milk them with my ass to a shattering climax. I learned to open myself when it came to the different size cocks. My time with the men my mom brought home showed me how to appreciate older men. At school I was able to show a few of my teachers some new tricks. I didn’t have a problem passing all of my classes.

I have always been told that I looked like the perfect blending of mom and dad. I got mom’s blonde hair, and dad’s steel blue eyes. I also got his broad shoulders; he must be extremely hairy because at eighteen I was well on the way to having an impressive pelt myself. I often wondered how dad looked now, if he was as sexy as some of the men I stole from mom. I’m not sure why, but my thoughts were of dad. I went to my room and took out his picture. I found myself thinking of how sex with him would be, did his dick look like mine, or was that from mom’s side.

How would he taste? Would he cum in my mouth and kiss me to share his seed? I thought about slurping on his balls, and tonguing his ass. I lay on my bed, and took out my cock and stroked it as my mind was on incest. I started leaking pretty good using it to lube my stroking hand. My hips began to fuck my hand, when I heard mom call from the garage. ‘Shit’ I thought as I regrouped and stuffed myself back into my briefs and put my pants on. I went to help mom with a bunch of boxes; she had gotten laid off today.

Her face was stained with tears, as she tried to hide her emotions. She left me to finish unpacking the car. When I was done, I noticed that she was in the kitchen draining a bottle of booze. She called me over to her and said she didn’t feel like cooking. She handed me some money and told me to go get some dinner at a nearby restaurant. I took the money and left. On the way back I heard sirens racing down the block. As I got to my street I could tell they were at my house. I ran only to be stopped by one of my neighbors, “You shouldn’t go in just now,” he said.