Gay Erotic Stories

I was the one who had done the seducing but I never believed it would lead anywhere. I wonder if even then with so little experience part of me picked up on the chemistry between us. The so called gaydar had maybe picked up the signal and I had flirted accordingly until finally that fateful morning after I had stayed the night on the couch.

My friend had left for work nursing his hangover from our night of drinking and his mother was at her sisters for a few days. I overheard Maurice my friends Dad phoning the office saying he would not be in because he was feeling sick.

As I lay there in the living room covered by a blanket I quickly pulled down my underwear and kicked them on to the floor before I started to fluff myself a little in anticipation of Maurice walking in.

“Coffee?” Maurice asked in a deep tone as he stood in the doorway wearing his white Y fronts with a white vest tucked in

“Yeah great” I replied sleepily as I rubbed my eyes and pretended to just be waking up

“White no sugar right” Maurice stated as I casually pushed back the blanket to expose my naked flesh and my now semi aroused cock.

I watched as his eyes briefly darted to my crutch before going back to my sleepy gaze

“Yeah great” I responded sitting upright and stretching my hands high in the air and yawning as I closed my eyes and tensed my pelvic muscles causing my cock to pulsate and jump a few times.

It was not the first time I had exposed myself to him and I always got a thrill from my exhibitionism to which he had never acted negatively. It was a game I played to see his reactions often fantasising about the possible outcomes.

I opened my eyes and saw he was still hovering at the door not sure where to look as I sat in all my glory, with my morning glory.

“You want a bath? it might wake you up a bit?” Maurice asked his gaze still moving between my groin and my face as I felt the first dribbles of pre cum ooze from the tip of my now fully erect cock.

It sounded strange to offer a bath in the morning, usually a shower would be appropriate but I went with the flow and nodded and smiled.

“OK well go and get the bath running and I can bring your fresh coffee to you while you’re in the bath” Maurice announced as he backed slowly away his eyes still fixed on me until he was out of sight.

Fresh coffee, I thought. Blimey usually I got the instant cheap stuff not the posh stuff.

I made my way to the upstairs bathroom my cock bobbing up and down as I walked and before I even had run the bath Maurice entered holding a bath towel. He looked a little flustered now with his glasses on which gave him a slight geeky look, but not unattractive. I stood facing him with my manhood fully erect as he handed me the towel

“Here straight from the airing cupboard, still warm” Maurice said smiling awkwardly and lingering longer then needed as I tested the temperature of the bath water.

“I will go and get your coffee” Maurice said as he remained stood watching me as I bent forward my hand in the bath.

Maurice returned with a cup of coffee and this time I noticed a healthy bulge in his underpants stretching across the thin white cotton. There was no doubt he was hard and he stood next to me and placed the coffee cup on the side of the bath and stood upright hands on hips. His crutch was at eye level and was impossible to ignore as it tented the fabric as it throbbed a few times.

Maurice made no attempt to cover his arousal and if anything from the way he was stood so close he wanted me to see.

Again his bulge throbbed pushing firm against his underwear and causing a damp patch to appear at the tip and Maurice attempted to make casual conversation as if this was all a perfectly normal situation to be in.

I began to stroke my cock ever so slowly beneath the water as I reclined in the bath and saw him glance to where my hand moved. I grabbed the soap and began to soap my chest and quickly worked lower down my torso until my hands reached beneath the water and again stroked my erect cock.

“You want me to soap your back?” Maurice asked holding out his quivering hand I placed the soap in his hand and leaned forward and felt his large masculine warm hands begin to sculpt themselves to my back. As he reached over to my far shoulder his cotton clad crutch rubbed against me

His soapy hands worked their way down my back and down the sides of my torso pausing for a moment on my lower hips. I felt his finger tips brush the top of my thigh as he cautiously moved his hands towards my stomach. The fingers of his right hand briefly nudged the tip of my cock and it throbbed rapidly. I felt his hands move around to my lower back before circling back towards my stomach and groin.

Again his fingers gently nudged my dick but this time they paused and remained pressed there

“How does that feel?” Maurice asked

“Yeah feels real good” I replied turning my head to face him and our eyes met.

Maurice leaned forward and I felt his moist warm lips tenderly touch mine for what must have been less than a minute pulled away slowly and we stared at each other directly in the eyes again.

I then leaned forward and returned the kiss and this time I felt his mouth open as we began to kiss passionately. His hand took hold of my stiff cock and stroked it gently as I tasted his saliva from his tongue that explored the depths of my mouth. Maurice pulled away again this time with a beaming smile, his hand still wrapped firm around my throbbing member.

“The bedroom might be more comfortable if you want to take this further” Maurice said glancing down at my groin

“Sure”.

I left a dripping trail of water along the hallway as I followed Maurice to the bedroom but instead of taking me to his room he opened the door to his son’s room.

The room was as usual untidy with clothes strewn across the floor and the double bed unmade.

Maurice was still wearing his Y fronts and vest and as I lay on the bed on my back he climbed astride me, his torso lowering down upon me as he ground his crutch against me and we kissed.

I could feel his cock throbbing through the thin cotton of his underpants as he rubbed against me and pushed his tongue deep in my mouth, his hands grabbed the back of my head forcing me close.

Our love making become frantic as we continued to kiss, I felt his full weight upon me whilst one of his hands slipped down and gripped my ass cheek. Maurice pulled away and looked at me with a look of burning desire in his eyes

“Do you and Chris fool around?” He asked

Chris was his son and the question caught me by surprise

“A little” I replied

Maurice planted a kiss on my lips before sitting upright and pulling his vest up over his head. He grabbed my right hand and placed it over his crutch and I could feel the rapid throbbing of his cock beneath the fabric.

“You ever touch each other’s PRICKS?” Maurice asked emphasising the word pricks

“Yeah” I replied feeling his large hand on top of mine as he rubbed my hand against his groin

He placed his hands by his sides

“Why don’t you take a look” he said glancing down at his bulge and then back into my eyes

My fingers fumbled at the elastic waistband pulling them down over his cock and watching as it sprung up with force like a well tensioned spring.

I wrapped my hand around his cock and began to stroke

“Mmm feels good” Maurice said and lowered himself so that our hard cocks touched

I felt his hand grip our cocks together, firm hard shaft rubbing against firm hard shaft with the sensation of wet pre cum that oozed from his tip in a steady flow

“You lads do this too?” Maurice asked leaning forward so that his face was inches from my face and I could feel his laboured breath against my skin

“Yeah we do”

“On this bed too I bet”

“Yeah we have done”

Maurice pushed his tongue deep in my mouth again and I felt his vice like grip around our cocks. Saliva run from the corner of my mouth, some mine and some his as our mouths joined and tongues wrestled Maurice pulled away again and asked

“You kiss?”

“”What?”

“Do you kiss like this?” Maurice added

“No” I replied truthfully

“You ever suck his prick?” Maurice enquired and I felt his grip tighten even more around our cocks

I searched his eyes wondering if I should tell him the truth but then in a moment of weakness I again told the truth

“Yes I have”

“Oh fuck yeah” Maurice groaned deeply before he let go his grip and shuffled his body up over my torso until his low hanging nuts rubbed my chin and his cock towered in front of my face

“Show me how you suck him. I want to feel how well you suck my Sons PRICK”

Maurice grabbed the headboard and moved his body so that his moist cock head hovered just above my mouth and a droplet of pre cum dripped down onto my lips and I savoured the salty flavour that dispersed quickly over my tongue.

I could tell from that initial taste that his pre cum was going to be more intensely salty then his sons and I opened my mouth and raised my head. As I did Maurice backed off slightly as if teasing me, keeping his cock just out of reach as he pinned me on the bed and prevented my mouth taking his manhood.

He could see the desperation on my face as veins in my neck protruded as I heaved myself up as far as I could at the goal that was just out of reach. Then without warning he plunged down causing me to gag and heave, forcing almost all his length down my throat and filling my mouth with its musky manly taste.

My eyes watered and tears flowed down my cheeks from my retching but I wanted it so bad, every fucking inch of that thick Daddy cock that had teased and taunted my dreams and fantasies over the years, I wanted. For every glimpse I had got of him flaccid, semi and fully aroused, now it was time to take pleasure in receiving that part of him that had become an object of worship.

The many nights I had masturbated time after time with the image of his phallus burned in my mind, stroking myself until tender raw and exhausted. Now it was deep in me pushing in and pulling out, time and time again like the motion of a piston. Continuous, mechanical, unforgiving in its nature but welcomed even as I strained to take the pounding my mouth received. My jaw ached as I opened my mouth so wide and my throat was sore but I took that which he offered willingly

“My son ever fucking pound your mouth like this?” Maurice asked looking down at my swollen eyes and my red flushed face

Of course there was no way to respond and I doubt he wanted a response. His words acted like an aphrodisiac as he continued to ask questions and make statements about the actions between me and his son.

If I was nothing more than a bridge for his denied passion I did not care for I had longed for him for so long I had become obsessed.

His facial features were like a man possessed and his words purposefully course and vulgar

“Fuck yeah bet you suck each other’s stiff PRICKS. Bet you PUMP your THICK HOT LOADS down each other’s throats don’t you. Dirty little Fuckers under my roof getting your rocks off together”

Maurice heaved and groaned as his breathing become more laboured

“Dirty little fuckers naked together playing with each other’s stiff DICKS while I am in the next room. FUCKING listening to you both groaning as you SPUNK your loads”

I felt his cock throb in my mouth and his balls slapped my chin and he paused, his meat sword down my throat to the hilt.

“You and my SON, SPUNKING YOUR ERECT COCKS!” Maurice called out as his load pumped down my throat

I gulped again and again but there was more then I could possibly swallow and it spilled from my lips. Thick white Daddy juice overflowing from my mouth as his thick member remained pushed deep down my throat.

Maurice pulled his cock free and I gasped for air. To my amazement I was still rock hard even after the assault on my mouth

“Wank yourself for me. I want to see you shoot your SPUNK for me” Maurice ordered

I began to stroke and Maurice lowered himself down the bed and lay down with his head at my waist as he watched, eyes like saucers in eager anticipation

“Spunk your load for me go on. You close?”

“Yeah” I replied breathlessly

Considering I had not touched myself the whole time he pounded my mouth I was incredibly close.

“Yeah that is it stroke that PRICK for me and shoot that FUCKING SPUNK!” My back arched against the bed and I gasped as I released several thick loads of my own cum

“Fuck yeah that is good”

I gasped again as I felt the sensation of Maurice taking my spent spunky member in his mouth and sucking the last drops of cum like he was sucking a straw. We lay on the bed in a naked embrace in silence until Maurice opened his eyes and looked over at the clock

“Guess we can’t lay here all day” Maurice said with a grin as he hugged me close It was a strange contrast to his earlier aggressive sexual nature to this tender touching and soft spoken man.

His smile now so sincere did not hint at the words that flowed from those lips in the throes of passion. Those inquisitive questions that had provided a window into hidden repressed fantasies now seemed like figments of an imaginative mind as he looked at me with innocent eyes and reached over and grabbed his underpants before standing up and putting them on.

Maurice looked around the room with a smile

“He is an untidy bugger” Maurice commented as if nothing out of the ordinary had just occurred

“I better get dressed” I announced getting to my feet

Maurice put on his white vest and tucked it in his waistband and glanced over at me

“Can we maybe do this again?” He asked sounding so different from the character that had just pounded my mouth

“Sure”

“Good” he smiled sincerely