Gay Erotic Stories

When I was 8, my parents divorced and my sister and I went to live with my mother. My younger sister and myself spent the summers with my dad at his beach house in Florida. The summer I turned 19 (and before I started college), I flew down to see my dad without the presence of my sister (who for reasons I cannot remember didn’t want to attend) for a week of rest and relaxation.

My dad is your average father: 6 feet, decent shape, nice set of black hair, and a pair of glasses. He was good-looking but nothing special, yet I always thought he was handsome, sort of in a professor sort of way. I guess his best features were his thick, muscular legs that he had developed while playing football in college – and I’d be lying if I said I never picture what he must have looked like in just a jockstrap. He had a nice ass from what I remember seeing when I was 9 or 10. I use to watch him take showers and dress. He has a moderately-sized dick, but it was thick and hairy. He also had a nice line of hair from his belly button down to his crotch and a light dusty over his chest and nipples, which were brown and large.

My dad is also your average horny guy, having a new girlfriend every week and even marrying a couple of them (unsuccessfully). I remember even coming across a stack of Hustler magazines in his closet when I was 13. But it was the kinkier, trashier stuff I found that I was surprised at: dad had a batch of raunchy mags, mostly of young girls taking two cocks in their mouths at one time or getting fucked in the ass. I knew dad liked sex, but I didn’t know he thought about stuff like that.

Back to the summer when I was 19…it was just my dad and I. I had realized I was gay when I was 16, but I had never done anything about it. No one knew that I stayed at home at night and masturbated four times to thoughts of Bruce Willis or the dude from Law and Order: Special Victims Unit. I also got horny thinking about my dad fucking all those women and jerking off to those porn mags. I also liked to wonder if he would consider getting sucked by a guy since he was a horndog. He was 41 that summer and still in good shape. I had developed late but had finally gotten shoulders, a nice flat stomach, and a nicely sized cock and large fuzzy balls.

Anyway, one morning I awoke early and went to the bathroom, which was right next to my dad’s bedroom. As I walked by, I heard a faint moaning coming from inside. I stopped and listened for a minute. I heard it again and realized he was watching TV. Put my ear to the door to see if I can tell what he was watching. As I listened, I soon knew what it was: the sound of sex. He was watching porn. I suddenly got hot and nervous thinking that my dad was inside watching a porn movie and most likely jerking off. I don’t know if I was exceptionally horny that morning, but I had to know. I wanted to see my dad stroking his rod at porn. I needed to see this horny guy pleasing himself because I knew the sight would please me.

Dad’s bed was against the wall next to the door, facing the table and TV across the way on the other side of the wall. I knew if I opened the door slightly, I could peek in and he wouldn’t notice. As I slowly opened the door a crack, I peered in. My heartbeat was so fast I thought it would pound out of my chest. I immediately saw my dad in bed and watching the TV set, which displayed a scene of a blonde woman with big tits getting fucked in the mouth and ass. His hand was under the sheets and moving up and down in a slow motion.

I was mesmerized and at the same time getting even hornier. I watched my dad masturbating under the covers to a girl getting nailed by two hunky Spanish dudes. My dick started to get hard as I stood and watched. He then lowered the sheets revealing his rock hard cock. It stuck out from a thick brush of black hair and ended in a mushroom head. I couldn’t stop starring, but I was careful to not have him notice me.

My dad lay there with one arm behind his head and the other stroking his swollen, red dick. I thought to myself he must have been jerking for a while for his cock to be that fat and red. His stroking increased in speed and he suddenly started talking to himself: “Fuck that nice sweet ass, boy. Go in long and deep.” Dad liked to talk dirty! This was getting better and better, and I was getting harder and harder.

I watched and began playing with my own stiff pecker. Dad brought his other hand from behind his head down to his balls and massaged them while he continued to talk to himself and stroke his shaft. “Yeah, fuck that tight hole. Ahhh, yeah, my cock needs to fuck that ass nice and hard.” I slowed down on my jerking because I knew I would cum at any minute.

I winced when dad turned around but calmed down when he didn’t see me. He was now facing down on his stomach and rubbing his cock against the bed. “Yeah,” he said, “my fat cock feels good in your tight hole. I’m going to fuck your ass until I drop my juices inside your tight pucker.” Me dad was now moaning a bit himself and I could see he was sweating. I was also sweating a bit and shaking. This was the hottest thing I had ever seen and it was my dad!

He continued to push his cock against the bed and thrust it into the softness of the pillows. As he did this, I could see his reflection in the mirror over the table: his still muscular ass was bobbing up and down as he fucked the bed. His ass was while and his legs and back brown from the sun and when he raised his ass higher for a thrust, I could see his tight ball sac dangling between his meaty thighs. I could also see beads of sweet dripping down the fleshy sac from between his ass cheeks, wetting the line of dark hair that crawled from the top of his ass crack down to his balls. The cheeks spread open when he thrust hard, showcasing his furry, pink asshole, damp with perspiration.

He then turned over and went back to stroking with his hand, this time very rapidly. I knew he was going to cum, and so was I. He began to moan again, every once in a while spitting on his hand to lube his cock, which was now so plump and red I though he might erupt like a volcano. And then I saw the thick white stream fly out of his cock hole and land on his chest. It poured out for what seemed like minutes afterward, covering his stomach and pubic hairs. He let out a little “Fuck!” as this happened.

I also unloaded, but in my shorts. I was still shaking after I came and closed the door and went back to my room. I crawled back into bed and just lay there thinking about my dad and his cock. I was getting horny again as I heard him knock on my door. He entered and asked if I was up and ready to play out on the beach. I just smiled back at him and said, “Oh, you bet!”