Gay Erotic Stories

=============== The Early Years ===============

Like most young boys, I had my first wet dream at 12-years old. I was a horny youth! I masturbated at least once a day during my adolescence. I knew that I was officially in adolescence once I had wet dreams and brown pubic hair began to grow around my cock. By 16, I had an 8-inch, thick cock that needed to shoot a load a couple times a day. I had a slender jock-like body that even turned me on! I knew I was gay at that time because I was masturbating about men not woman.

I used to ride my bike across town to a variety and smoke shop that sold magazines like BlueBoy, Honcho, and Play Girl. I wore sunglasses to protect my anonymity. I was afraid of looking like a 16-year old. But the old man at behind the counter sold me these magazines without any skepticism or questions. He probably beat off to them too.

I had dozens of gay and even some straight porno magazines that I beat off with. I loved all the cock in them! These magazines often had two or more men together having oral and anal sex and with lots of hot sex stories. These magazines helped me develop an excellent awareness of gay sex, and although I was a virgin I was ready to loose it. But being so young, my fantasies where fairly vanilla. They usually involved being sexual with an older man that was well-equipped, muscular, hairy, and really masculine - like the ones in my porno magazine collection, which I kept safely hidden in my closet.

My first attempts for gay sex where directed at a school friend that I thought was also gay. We often slept over each others houses and he always took his underwear off in front of my and exposed his 6-inch uncut boy cock. Unfortunately, being young like myself, he was just as sexually inexperienced as I. I used to rub my dick up against him (fully clothed of course), but he just didn't know what to do and I wasn't all that sure either. I really needed someone that could teach me gay sex.

Eventually, my repeated attempts at seduction frightened him and he withdrew from any kind of delivery so I just stopped. I had lots of fantasies involving older men for some reason, probably because I of my 44-year old father, whom I adored and admired. He was really handsome, masculine, and authoritative. Because dad worked a lot, we didn't get to spend much time together. I had many fantasies involving my father, as well as movie and tv stars, teachers, coaches, and a few neighbors. But dad was my favorite. I even had some pictures of him taken at the beach with just his bathing suit on, which I used when I masturbated.

============================ Seeing Dad's Cock for the First Time

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Because my dad worked long hours, I never saw him as much as I wanted. I looked up to him in some ways but never as much as the day I saw him naked. When I was a horny 16-year old, I walked into my dad's room to tell him that I missed the bus and needed a ride to school. He was just coming out from the shower and I was drying his hair with a towel. This was my first time seeing his big thick cock. I was mesmerized by it. God it was so exciting! I found out that day that I had a dad who didn't mind having his son see him in the nude, which was fine by me!

I remember how he dried off his hairy arms and chest with a towel as we talked. I had never thought of my dad sexually before that day, but there I was hot as hell from it! I kept eyeing his big cock, which was surrounded with by a dark pubic bush. His man meat hung heavy and thick. I think he noticed me staring, but probably thought it was a completely natural reaction to something that I had not seen before. In any event, he was a bit of an exhibitionist that day, which I sure appreciated! Dad's had a nice physique - he was not overly muscular but was toned and had very little body fat. He had a typical build for a 44-year old man - I'd say he was 5'11, 185lbs with a 36-in waist. He had medium length dark hair with some silver in it, 8-inch thick cock, big balls, with nice hairy arms, legs, chest, and stomach. He'd be considered a slender bear-type to most because he was so hairy. His body hair had a bit of gray mixed into the dark hair. He usually wore a pair of wire-rim glasses and was very handsome. He had a low baritone voice that I found to be his most masculine trait. After dad finished drying himself, he took out a pair of red bikini underwear from his bureau and put them on in front of me. He then told me that he would drop me off at school once he was dressed.

I left his bedroom so horny that I went to my bedroom and had the hottest jo session that I had ever had. I continued to beat off about him the next day and many days thereafter. I began fantasizing about what it would be like to make love to him - this became an obsessive thought for me. He dropped me off at school that day and all I could think of the entire day was my dad's cock! A few days later as I was dressing for school, I heard the shower in dad's bathroom running. As usual, I was in a horny mood. "Hmmm... he's in the shower, maybe if I open his bedroom door a bit I can see get a glimpse of his naked body again," I thought. I went to dad's bedroom door and it was closed. I turned the knob and opened it a few inches. Then I kneeled on the floor and squinted through the crack. I had a perfect view of dad's bureau, the place he had put on his underwear in front of me. I could also see quite a bit of the walk from the bathroom. I sat and waited hungrily for him to come out. Within a few minutes, dad came out of the bathroom with his big dick wagging limp in the air. My heart was pounding as I watched him dry the water of his hairy body. He proceeded to his bureau and picked up a bottle of antiperspirant. He turned around and gave me a great view of his very hairy cock as he applied his antiperspirant. "Wow, I wonder what it would look like hard," I thought.

Then he took his towel and spread his legs so he could dry his hairy asshole before putting on his underwear. I felt like I could shoot right then and there. The show was over once he put on his underwear and continued to get dressed, but what I realized was that I now could have a front row seat to a "naked-daddy show." I just had to be sure not to get caught by my mother, but she was the first one out of the house every morning - way before the two of us. My spying on dad went on for many months. I was masturbating more than I ever had before (about 3 to 4 times a day). Dad was now my main masturbation fantasy. I masturbated with my porno collection, but the orgasms I experienced when I thought of sex with my old man where truly exceptional. In time, my fantasizing started to take over and I found myself completely obsessed with him. I wanted to be with him sexually. I wanted to kiss him and make his cock become erect. So I decided to take action - I thought if I let dad see me naked then he might be interested in me and catch on the fact that he had a son that was more than willing to have sex with him. I wasn't sure what was going to happen but I was so horny for him that I would try anything once. Dad hadn't seen my cock since I was a little kid so it was time for him to know what I had developed into. Just like dad's, my cock was 8 inches and thick with a nice patch of brown pubic hair. I also had a nice pair of balls that hung low. I was pretty proud of my manhood for my age. I hoped Dad would like the sight of my cock as I did with his. In essence, if there were any homosexual tendencies within dad, I was hoping to be the one to bring them out. I hoped that this step might lead to something hot and intimate between us. I didn't understand much about sex and intimacy but I did know that it would be a dream come true to suck each other’s cocks - to share that space. =================== Showing Dad My Cock ===================

The next night, I decided to take a shower before bed. It was about 9 p.m. and my mother was out shopping with a friend. Dad was in the family room watching the news and having a gimlet (his favorite drink). I wasn't sure how this was going to work so I decided that I would just linger in the bathroom nude until he came upstairs. I left the bathroom door open a few inches and stood in front of the mirror so he could see a frontal view of cock by looking at my reflection in the mirror. He usually did a lot of walking around at night, involved in different projects, whether they be work or home related. I took a shower and waited for him to come down the hall and stick his head in the bathroom and talk to me. After 10 minutes of waiting I heard him coming up the stairs. I positioned myself in front of the mirror and began towel drying my wet hair. I would act completely innocent. I was naked and my young boy cock was ready for his eyes! If I knew dad, there was no way he would walk by without at least saying goodnight to me. Sure enough within minutes dad innocently approached the bathroom door, not knowing about the surprise I had in store for him. My heart began racing! Then, to my surprise, instead of knocking on the door and talking to me, he stood in the dark hallway and stared silently at my nude frontal reflection in the mirror.

I don't think he even knew that I was aware of his presence. I got very excited and dried my cock with the towel and made sure he had a good view. I then dried my smooth tight ass and the hair that was just started to grow on my nipples and between my pecs. I was posing for dad and letting him get a good look at his boy's dick and adolescent body. I wanted to give him a show like he had been giving me. The roles were reversed now - he was now the one watching. Dad stood and watched me for about 10 minutes before he finally knocked softly on the door. When he knocked, the door opened by itself giving him total exposure to my naked body.

"Hi Eddie" he said.

"Oh, hey dad," I replied as I stood there naked.

Dad looked me up and down for a moment, and stared directly at my cock for several seconds. He seemed very impressed! Dad looked me in the eyes and said "Make sure you get in bed soon, I don't want you to miss the school bus again."

"OK, dad" I replied submissively.

I thought he was going to close the door and leave but instead he leaned on the doorway and crossed his hairy arms, still staring at my naked boy body. Dad continued chatting with me and asked if I wanted to go golfing with him on Saturday. I nodded my head as I put toothpaste on my toothbrush, still in the nude as dad watched. My heart was racing as I thought how great it would be if he were naked too. But that was a plan for later I hoped.

"Great!" he replied. Then he gave me one final look, smiled at me, and turned around and proceeded down the hall to his office. It sure seemed like he didn't want to leave, like he wanted to just stand and look at his son's big dick for a little longer. I bet he never imagined I had such a large cock or that he would get to stand there and see his boy's naked body like that. Letting dad see me nude seemed perfectly natural at that moment. I wondered, was it just two men shooting the shit or was it a sexual encounter waiting to happen from the love and lust between a father and a son. Dad seemed comfortable with me and I think he was proud of the fact that I was willingly exposing myself to him without any embarrassment. It was what men do. God, this was a great bonding moment!. Once dad was gone, I felt a huge rush from this experience. My plan was certainly a success as he had gotten a good look at my cock for the first time. I guess the encounter really aroused me because I had an erection. I quickly went to my room where I could get in bed and masturbate to what had just happened. In my room, I took off my towel and shut my door when I heard a knock.

"It's dad, can I come in?" OK, I said as I searched for my gym shorts in the bureau.

Dad walked in and I was still nude with a semi-erection. "I'd like it if you would clean up your room tomorrow, it's a bit messy and your mom doesn't have much time this week," he said while glancing a my cock again. I was freaked because my cock was semi-erect in front of him. He really seemed into this scene and as he talked, he continually glanced at my cock. This is an amazing experience, I thought, but what did it mean? Will he try something? Why does he keep staring at my cock but not make a move? We are alone, this is the perfect time! Does he want me as much as I want him? I had so many questions and no answers. I stood naked in front of him waiting but he did nothing but smile and stare.

"OK, dad, I'll clean it tomorrow," I finally replied as I put on my gym shorts.

"Thanks... and goodnight, see you tomorrow," he said. Before leaving he grabbed me and gave me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. I was in such a state of lust that I was like jelly. "

What's the matter Eddie, it's OK for your dad to give you a hug and kiss isn't it?"

"It always is and always will be" I replied. Dad left my room and to my disappointment nothing sexual happened between us that night. I couldn't figure out why he stared at me but did nothing. Was it just plain curiosity? I needed to know. After he left, I beat off several times about what had happened and the possibility of another show. Maybe I needed to let him catch me masturbating.

=============== Dad-Son Bonding ===============

Letting my dad see me naked that day seemed to have a major bonding effect. The next few days, he was extremely friendly and affectionate with me. He treated me in a mature manner and gave me a lot of attention. I continued my voyeurism over the next few weeks and wondered what to do next for something to happen. One day the phone rang as dad was drying off. I got a 30-minute show that day as dad sat naked in a chair with his hairy legs spread and talked on the phone. He even stroked his cock a few times. I don't think he knew I was spying on him but I couldn't be certain. At this point I wasn't even afraid of getting caught by him - maybe it would speed things up! We played golf together several times together and in the locker room, we would take showers together. I loved seeing him rub soap all over his hairy body and rinse off. Dad caught me staring at his cock during these experiences but said nothing. And I noticed him checking me out as well, but I said nothing. I wanted the silence to be replaced with the language of father and son sex!

One day when I was home alone, I went into my parents bedroom and snooped through dad's nightstand where I found a facecloth covered with dry cum. This got me really turned on and I began fantasized about my father laying on his bed stroking his big dick. I had yet to see him beat off but this was proof that he was doing it, it also proved to me that he my mother probably did not have a very good sex life.

As time went on, I continued to check his nightstand drawer whenever I was home alone to see his cum rag. One time it was gone so he must have laundered it. Another time, it was there was so much dried cum on it that it was practically hard as a rock. That was the time I put it to my nose and inhaled the smell of his dried cum, it was a very erotic moment! I remembered how surprised I was that he would use the same towel over and over. He probably rushed through it without much thought or forgot to get a fresh towel before each session. In any case, to me this meant that he had a decent sex drive, which of course, I wanted to learn more about.

During the next few months, whenever dad and I where alone in the house, I would expose myself to him. I synchronized my morning and evening showers with his. I would enter his room naked when he was drying off from his shower and ask him for shaving cream, or antiperspirant, or a facecloth - any excuse to get in there with him. These moments are when I got my hottest because we were both naked together and alone - something had to happen soon. Dad in turn, began to leave his door open when he was showering. I took full advantage of this new habit and would come in his bedroom, sit on his bed and shoot the shit with him while he dried off his naked body and dressed in front of me. He also would talk on the phone standing up with his meat in plain site. When I came in he wouldn't bother to cover himself - it was so cool!!! He even came in my room several times with his bathrobe open so I could get a nice look at his cock. He must have known how much he was pleasing me. It was like we had created our own private nudist club - just he and I. It felt very special and extremely erotic.

After four months of this scenario, I was determined to seduce my dad as I was always turned on! I could take no more teasing I wanted the real thing, so one morning I boldly walked into his bedroom with a full erection. He was drying off from a shower and was naked too. He looked at my throbbing cock and then looked at me. He wrapped his towel around himself and had a strict look on his face as he told me to go get dressed or I'd be late for school. I think dad got my message loud and clear that morning but I guess I my seduction was too much for him because the next morning, before I was leaving for school, he sat me down on the couch in the family room and out of nowhere dropped the ax. Dad told me that I needed to start covering myself up and he would do the same. I was shocked and disappointed. He was very adamant about it. Dad explained that he didn't think it was a good idea for the two of us to walk around the house naked all the time like we had been doing.

I asked why not and he said that my mother wouldn't approve of it. "But she is never here when we do it dad" I replied. "Don't argue with me Eddie, I don't want you walking around showing off your penis to me anymore. All boys like to show their dad's that they are maturing, it's normal, but you have been doing this too much lately and for too long" Dad said militantly.

I still couldn't understand why he was ending it. Things were going so well and we were getting closer everyday. Maybe it was because he feared that we would be caught by my mother or maybe because of what he was feeling for me. I strongly suspected the latter - he would only let himself go only so far with this experience. I guess showing him my erection made it more sexual than he was comfortable with.

A few days later I decided to let him see me naked again anyway so I left my bedroom door open after my shower. He came up the stairs and looked in on me. But it was no use, dad asked me to please do what he had requested. "But what's wrong with leaving my door open when it's just you in the house?" I asked.

"I know I allowed you to have that freedom before but I want you to get into the habit of not doing that anymore" he replied. So all I could do was accept and obey his wish. Anyway, he was very firm about it so we stopped cold turkey that day and never did it again. We still remained very close and we saw each other naked whenever we went to golfing and showered but never alone in the house. I did continue with my spying on him since he was unaware of it and did not say to stop that.

During my senior year in high school, I luckily got to see dad fully erect - and what an erection he had - it was huge!!! He was in his bedroom alone and had obviously been masturbating. I only got a minute glimpse of him hard because he ended up noticing that the door was not closed tightly and he walked towards it to close it and I ran to my room and masturbated about him. As time went by I really missed our naked frolicking together, but I accepted the fact that it was over for now. I replaced that activity by going into the hamper in the main bathroom and smelling the bikini underwear that dad had worn all day. Just knowing that this piece of cloth contained his beautiful cock all day sent me reeling. I also enjoyed going into his bureau and touching and smelling his clean underwear and trying them on. It made my feel close and intimate with him.

=========== Conclusion ===========

Nothing sexual has happened yet with us but I am not giving up. I believe that my dad is bisexual if not gay, but he is more comfortable leading (or hiding in) a heterosexual life. When came out to my parents at 21 (see my story entitled "Coming out to Dad") dad could easily have confided in me about any past homosexual experiences that he has had (or wanted to have), but he did not. However, he accepted and continues to accept having a gay son without any problems. He always says he is proud of me. I am happy that he has never had a problem with it (like why would he after the experiences with exhibitionism that we shared). I enjoy participating in hot dad/son role playing with older men (hairy is a plus!) so email me if you are into that.

I still enjoy sexually fantasizing about my dad and I wrote the following story about my fantasy for your (and mine) enjoyment.

======================= My Sexual Fantasy with Dad =======================

It was Saturday and dad asked me if I wanted to go to the golf club with him and play a few holes. I jumped at the chance to spend some quality time with him and of course the opportunity to see his cock in the locker room. Dad and I played golf for a long time that day. Since I was a beginner and dad was a pro, he taught me how to hold the club and the proper form. He stood behind me several times to show me how to swing and I got horny from his touch and having his hairy arms wrapped around me. Oh, how I hoped something sexual would happen between us someday. We finally finished at about 5:30 p.m. and by that time the locker room was empty. The club was closing in an hour so dad said let's take a shower, and then go for dinner in the upstairs restaurant. I happily agreed.

Dad and I went to our lockers and took off our clothes. We both eyed each others cocks in the process as usual. We proceeded to the showers for a rinse. Then dad suggested we take a sauna. We both entered the empty sauna room. I sat down and dad sat across from me and took his towel off and sat on it. I did the same. Dad leaned back, closed his eyes, and to my surprise spread his legs exposing his thick cock to me. I started to get a aroused and tried to stop myself from thinking anything sexual. What if someone came in? He must of known he was teasing me with this view. So I decided to tease him back by doing the same and sure enough his eyes went right to my cock. Dad let out a relaxing sigh and started shooting the shit with me about golfing and how he wanted me to play with him more, and also to play with a buddy of his. He intermittently stroked his cock lightly as he spoke, which was driving me crazy! Then he changed the conversation completely.

"You know, I've been thinking, you will be going off to college in a few years and there are things you need to be aware of." he said. Dad stood up with his towel in his hand, poured some water on the heating element, and then sat next to me. My heart was racing having him next to me naked but I just thought he wanted to have one of those dad-son talks. I asked him what he meant. "Well, I already told you about the birds and bees last year but I we have never talked about how someday you may meet a someone that you want to have sex with and what you should do. I assume that this has not happened yet right?" I told him it had not and he seemed relieved. "This person could be a woman but I must tell you son that men have sex with men too, and there's nothing wrong with it."

I couldn't believe my ears! Obviously he knew that I was gay and was trying to get me to confess. I sat there silently, nervously waiting for this next sentence. "Now I am going to tell you something in strict confidence son. This is not something that you should ever repeat to anyone especially your mother," he said sternly. I anxiously agreed. Dad moved closer to me and put his hairy arms around me. He looked in my eyes and said "Son, I consider myself a bisexual man. I love sex with women but I want you to understand and accept that I enjoy sex with men too and I think you suspect this about me." I thought I was going to faint when he admitted this to me. I had always suspected that he liked cock and now the truth was out. Imagine my shock and excitement about finally learning I had a gay father! "How do you feel about what I have just told you? Do you understand?" he asked.

"Well dad, I do understand, and I did suspect it, but it brings up a lot of questions," I replied.

"Ask me anything Eddie, I love you and want you to know that I want you to talk openly with me," dad said. I believed he really was trying to be honest with me but I was still numb from the fact that my own father was confessing to me that he was bisexual. "Who was he sexual with?" I wondered. My fantasy was becoming a reality in ways I never imagined. "Have you had sex with other women besides mom - and what men have you been with?" I asked.

"Years ago, I had several affairs with other women and your mother knows about them. It was a bad scene. She was hurt but eventually forgave me and gave me another chance. We are married but more like best friends and to be honest, I love sex and your mom really doesn't care for it." He went on to tell me that he considered himself a very sexual man with an extremely high sex drive and needed a good orgasm at least a few times a week, sometimes every day to feel happy. I could relate to that since I was the same way. Dad said he had discovered that sex with other gay and bisexual men met his needs for this without jeopardizing his marriage.

"Does mom know?" I asked. Your mom is more understanding than you would think. "She knows about my bisexuality and is ok with it as long as she doesn't see or hear about it" he explained. "She understands that I have turned to physical and sporadic sex with men and there's no chance of a relationship" he said. But she doesn't want you to know about it so this must stay between you and I.”

I looked at dad and smiled. "That's pretty cool!" I said. Dad looked me earnestly and said "Have you ever thought about having sex with men?" I looked down and nodded. "I sensed that you did son," he said supportively. "And it's ok, there's nothing wrong with that." I smiled and hugged him. "I think I am gay" I said and he smiled supportively. I asked him when and where he had sex with men and he smiled and said, "I have had it right here in this club." I asked how. He explained to me that on the weekend when the club is open late, someone would unscrew the light bulb in the back steam room. If anyone asks about it they just say it blew out. "But it was enough to keep the homophobes out," he chuckled. He went on to explain that several men go in and have an orgy. They have oral and anal sex with condoms and masturbate together.

This stuff has been going on for years and dad said he got involved with it about a year ago when one of his golfing buddies told him about it and encouraged him to participate. "But gay sex is an old friend son. I can remember being attracted to men as well as women as a teenager. Of course, I never followed through with any of the my homosexual tendencies until I was older. You see, I had a few gay experiences when you were just a little kid, it happened when I used to travel for business. Then when I started working for myself and stopped traveling, the homosexual encounters also stopped. But I found that I really missed it - homosexual sex is very erotic and men really know how to please other men," he explained. He told me that his experience with gay sex has always been with men in his age bracket but that he wanted to try it with a young guy someday.

"Was that a signal?" I wondered. "Are you all right son?" dad asked. "Sure!" I exclaimed. "I am actually glad that you are so open minded, dad. I think I like the idea of having a bisexual father," I said. He thanked me and gave me a warm hug and kiss on the head. "I have never had gay sex but I want to," I admitted. "Well, you can also try straight sex too son." I admitted I was curious about it but men turned me on more.

He chuckled and said, "Does your old man turn you on?" I smiled and looked down. "Dad, you know the answer to that question." Dad had his arm around me and his hot hairy body was touching mine and I was really hoping he was going to take advantage of this situation. I was getting hard and hornier but the second. I looked down at dad's cock and to my delight saw an absolutely edible erection staring at me. "Well, looks like there's two horny men in this sauna," dad said with a laugh. I laughed back and smiled. He smiled back.

"Dad, I have to tell that I fantasize about sex with you a lot," I said boldly. "I know you do Eddie, and there's nothing wrong with it, I feel the same way about you ever since I saw your cock in the bathroom a few months back. I am willing to show you how to have gay sex but you must promise to keep this experience between us and never share it with anyone else. It will be our special experience - I think a father and son that can share this type of intimacy and space with each other is beautiful. With the behaviors you have exhibited over the past few months, I think you are more than ready."

"Oh, dad, are you serious?" I asked. "Of course, it will be a happy and satisfying experience for both of us.