Gay Erotic Stories

My dad Rick was 57 and had been a cop his entire life. My older brother and sister had been born much earlier and had more-or-less left home by the time I was starting school. I pretty much grew up on my own. And my mom had left dad when I was three and we seldom heard from her other than an odd Christmas card. Dad was a good father but, he worked a lot. He made sure I was taken care of and since I was about 14, made sure I always had whatever I needed. Money and materials things were never much of an issue. I had what I wanted. I knew I was gay from an early age. I also knew I was cute. I had super blond hair, blue eyes a great slim swimmers build, an amazing bubble butt and was sufficiently endowed that the other guys at school liked to tease me about my big cock. I actually think it's the size of my balls that make my cock looks so big. they really are. Remarkable and huge, and they push my cock out to always make it look half hard. I of course never minded having the other guys notice me I liked to fantasize at home about the locker room teasing and how far it might go. I was free to buy my own clothes and always had a good instinct for what made me look great. Tight jeans, bikini underwear, close fitting T-shirts. But, it wasn't until I reached 18 and started college that I really started to explore my exhibitionist side. I realized that cutoffs, thongs, muscle-T's could really get a lot of attention and I got off having guys look at me at the gym, in the park, at the mall, wherever and whenever was fine with me. What I didn't realize was the guys that turned me on most were always older than me. I finally sensed this when my history Prof. offered extra tutoring if I ever needed it. I went to his apartment one evening and once I saw him out of a jacket and tie knew this forty something guy was going to be my first. And he was. From there it was a series of dozens of older guys during my first and second year of college. One night I went out for a drink with this guy I had seen a couple of times and ran right into my dad. It was a little awkward, but we explained it by saying we had a night course together. Afterwards John mentioned how hot my dad was and it wasn't until then that I actually gave it any thought. He was hot no question about it. Dad was 6 foot 6 inches and about 240 pounds. He was balding but still had some black and grey close cropped hair, a terrifically thick moustache, an amazing huge body and he was covered in a massive coat of black and grey hair. But he was a loner and never went out with many people. He just seemed to work and once and a while had a beer with a few guys from work. A few days later I thought I'd relax around the house and had on a pair of silver onion skin shorts slit to the waist and running shoes. I was on the couch reading a magazine when dad came home. He sat down and we chatted about school and the weather and then he commented on how he happy he was I had turned out to be such a fine young man given that he really hadn't been around much. I thought if I hadn't known better, he was really sizing me up. I suddenly realized that the way I was sitting and the shorts I had on let him see my completely exposed cock and balls. And there was nothing I could do about it. it was too late ,and it would be too obvious to adjust now. He left the room to have a shower and I fixed myself in case he came back. As I was bending back up I glanced down the hallway to see my dad walking down to the bathroom in only a jock strap. Man, I was mesmerized by the sight of his huge hairy body especially his ass. I don't think I had ever seen one so big and juicy - and hairy! I couldn't wait for him to come back out. About 15 minutes later he appeared, and while I tried not to stare the magnificent bulge in his well worn strap was phenomenal. Hearing him go in his room, I got up and thought if I walked by I might get another glance of my own hot father. As I approached his bedroom, I could see that the door was barely ajar. Very quietly, I stopped to look in. There he was with the jock strap now off, drying himself with a towel. I was rock hard within seconds seeing the sight of his hands dry his great butt off. Then he turned around and slowly dried his chest and legs, and finally his thick hairy cock and balls. My dad wasn't as well endowed as I was, but he was thicker--a lot thicker! His cock of about 7 1/2 inches looked as thick as a beer can, and in truth it is just slightly smaller. I discovered myself rubbing my swollen cock while continuing to watch this spectacle. As he finished drying himself, I saw his hand go to his mouth and he spit in the palm of his hand and started lubing his meat. I was going to see my own father jerk off! It was only a minute or two before he was fully erect, and I could tell he would explode quickly. Wanting to cum with him I stepped up my own jerking. I was in such ecstasy that I couldn't take my eyes off his cock and balls, wishing I could taste his load and feel his meat up my ass. Then he started to moan and tremble and I knew he was about to dump his load. Gobs and gobs of thick creamy liquid went everywhere and then I came. I don't remember ever having shot such an intense load in my life. As I watched myself cum, I glanced back at my dad. His head went down immediately. He had seen me. There was no question. I darted down the hallway and into my room. I would just avoid him for a couple of days and hope he hadn't seen me. That night I jerked off half a dozen more times just thinking about him. I was just going to have to make it my mission to see him cum again. More to follow. Lots more!