Gay Erotic Stories

Now I was privileged to know an older gentleman, who would pay me for certain services, which I would perform on him. Hell I would have sucked the old guys cock for free if it came down to it. He however always paid me for my services. I know that he knew of our hardships, and he was quite willing to help. So much so that he approached me with a plan, that would make more than enough money, for my father and me; enough to leave us very comfortable for the rest of our lives. Under certain conditions, which begrudgingly, my father agreed to.

It went like this: My father was a very handsome man in his late 40's, firm, yet with a bit of a belly and hairy from head to toe. Now I had spied on him many times while he was naked. His body covered in dark hair, his cock about 6 inches while soft, and cut. Balls that would hang so low, that it was a wonder that he could get them into his underwear. Now his part in all of this was to fuck his son, in front of an audience. Now I had always wanted to suck and to be fucked by my father. I just never knew how to approach it.

Now here was my chance. We would be getting paid for it too. We entered the dark room and made our way toward the stage. We could see the dozens of me seated. Their faced blocked by the darkness. We could see that they were naked. Many a hairy cock could be seen. My father grunted in disgust. I had to shush him; else this could all go very wrong. On the stage we stood in silk robe's which we were soon to dismiss. I took the initiative, and made the first move. My father froze, but I was able to comfort him, "Just think of what this will bring us Poppa. Just let me do all the work.” I opened his robe. He was already a little bit hard. His cock, so nice, was getting thicker. I knelt down and took it in my mouth.

Slowly at first, doing everything I could with my mouth and tongue, tasting his pre cum, licking his balls, working that shaft to it's full glory. Yes my father had at least ten and a half inches, and I was able to get all of them down my throat. I could feel that he was ready to come, and come too soon. So I just let him.

My mouth filled with the seed that made me and how sweet it tasted to me. He was spent. As I looked out onto the audience, I saw many a hard cock being worked over by younger mouth, hands and asses. I knew I couldn't stop.

I laid him down on the floor of the stage, and lifted his hairy legs. His hole looked so inviting, and my tongue was ready. I lifted his legs round my neck and plowed in; my mouth on his ass. I think he had never had anything like this before in this life. The way he was moaning, I could tell that it was something that he had always wanted, but never got. With my mouth doing it's work, I slowly slipped two wet fingers up there also. Spreading them, and getting him ready, I spit on my cock to lube it up a bit, and then just gave it all to him. He screamed in pain, as I pummelled him. Yet giving into the pleasure, he also moaned with joy. I had my cock buried so far in his ass that I could feel the hair on my balls greet the hairs on his asshole. We fucked for what seemed to be hours. The audience was deep within orgy mode.

Cocks and cum and asses were everywhere.

"I'm ready Daddy. You want it?"

"Yeah give it to me boy. Fuck my ass. Give me what I gave to make you. YEAH FUCK ME HARD, HARDER, HARDER. Cum in your DADDYS ASS!!!"

That was it. I had FUCKED my Father. And it was good. We never really knew our host's. Yet for the next 6 months, we preformed every Saturday night, on a cold stage, with minimal lighting. There we were! We were able to pay off all our bills, and my Poppa and I started a whole new life together--with a whole new career for us both.