Gay Erotic Stories

My parents divorced when I was ten and I hadn't seen my father, who's an E.R. surgeon, in a while. My mom then married an asshole and I left home at sixteen, ending up on the streets with a bad addiction to heroin. The only way to finance my drug use was to turn to hustling johns on the street. I was whacked out most of the time and had a problem remembering guys I'd done already.

I was standing outside in front of a downtown porn theater looking for some action when a big, dark guy approached me from behind wearing a long beige trench coat. He called me by name and I turned to see him but my vision was a little blurry and I didn't like to look johns in the face too much anyway. I crawled up all over him and said "Hey, baby. You got twenty dollars for some mind-blowing head?" He turned his head away to the side, looking a little embarrassed. Rubbing his chest I said "Come on, gorgeous. I'll do you so good you'll never forget it".

He stared at me in the face with his hands in his pockets and said seriously "Do you know who I am?" Shaking my head "no" I started rubbing his thighs up near his crotch and told him I was dying to get my mouth on his cock. "I'm your father" he said, throwing my hands off of him. I blanked for a minute then said- "Oh, yeah? What night was that, sweetie?"

"No, Gianny, I'm your FATHER, don't you recognize me?" Through my hazy vision I noticed his face looked vaguely familiar. "Come on" he said to me and put his hand on the back of my neck, forcing me down the street and into his car. During the short drive to his apartment I realized it really was my dad. He looked a little older and more mature but still handsome as hell and with a body to spit over. It's good I wasn't too embarrassed because I was high but I wondered how he'd found me.

He stared straight ahead with one arm on the steering wheel and said "How long have you been out on the streets?"

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe a year.." I trailed off.

"Your goddamned mother. She never did know how to take care of you."

"Hey, don't blame her for this. I didn't like the losers she was bringing home so I split. I'm old enough to look out for myself."

"Oh, yeah? You think so? That's why you're out on the fucking street whoring your ass to any guy with a few dollars to feed your drug habit?"

"I don't do drugs" I slurred.

"Yeah, right", he snorted, "When we get home I'm gonna teach you a few things and you're not getting out of my sight for a minute."

"I thought you were a big ass surgeon. Aren't you needed at work?"

"I'm taking a month or two leave. I already spent several weeks hunting your ass down. And you best believe, the rest of my leave won't be pretty for you."

We went up to his apartment and it all looked very "guy". I figured he was probably still single. I asked him if he had a girlfriend and he told me he doesn't date girls anymore.

"Too much fucking trouble" was how he put it.

"What do you do for sex?" I asked, feeling kind of bold.

He looked at me and smiled. "Go take a shower and get in my bed. I don't have an extra room here so you'll be sleeping with me."

"Why can't I sleep on the couch?" I asked him, although I was really excited about sleeping in the same bed with him.

"Cause I don't want you staining it, genius" he replied.

A hot shower felt good and crawling into my dad's bed felt even better. I hadn't been in a decent bed in over a year and his sheets smelled so clean and masculine like a man's cologne. I wondered who he had entertained in this very bed and I got hard thinking about it. A few minutes later I heard my dad come in the room and shut the door. I peeked up over the covers at him and smiled.

He smiled back and said "Did you find some of my pyjamas?"

"I'm not wearing any pyjamas." I told him.

"What are you wearing under the covers?" he asked me.

"A smile" was all I replied.

He smirked and turned away toward the closet. I watched him undress slowly and I became flooded with memories of watching him undress when I was younger. I remembered how it used to excite me to see him putting on his slacks, button down shirt and his white doctor's coat. He dressed so slowly and it was erotic and a pleasure to watch. He undressed just the same way now and I got harder than I ever remember getting back then. He came to bed in his underwear and slid in next to me. "Come here" he said, extending his arms toward me. I fell into them blissfully and laid my head on his chest. He was so strong and masculine and I'd never felt happier than to just be back in his arms. "I missed you daddy" I said to him.

"I missed you too, Gianny" His voice was so deep and sexy that I felt my dick growing bigger and harder. I started to pull away but he pulled me closer saying "It's alright, babe. I'm happy to see you, too."

I looked up at him to see if he was serious and I felt the overwhelming urge to kiss him. I moved in closer to his face, thinking I'd pretend to kiss him on the cheek if he freaked but he moved in closer too. My mouth met his warm lips and he kissed me very softly. I put my hand on the side of his head, rubbing his dark brown hair and kissed him again. Soon, we were kissing with our tongues gently licking one another.

He whispered to me how he had missed me and how frantic he had been to find me. I whispered back while kissing him that I bet he hadn't expected to find me doing what I was doing. He told me he wasn't too shocked because he had some experience with it himself. He said he used to do it himself to pay for books while he was in med school. That blew my mind but I felt more comfortable with him after that. We moved in closer and I felt his hard cock up against my leg. I wanted to get his cock in my mouth so bad I was already drooling. I slid down, pulled his underwear down and grasped his large, throbbing cock. My mouth met it's tip like a kid licking an ice cream cone and it was delicious and wet. Soon my whole mouth covered his shaft and he was rubbing the back of my hair and moaning while I worked his cock hard. I was rubbing myself with my free hand and using my finger to move the pre-cum into my ass.

When he was ready to cum he pulled me off of him and said "That's enough for now" He said we could do more tomorrow. I thought he was teasing me, the son of a bitch so I decided to turn the table on him.

"But Daddy, my ass is so wet."

"What sweetheart?" he said.

"My ass is so wet with cum already. It feels so tight".

He just stared at me, obviously turned on.

"Don't you want to see my asshole, Daddy?" I saw his dick grow harder which I didn't think was possible because of how rock hard he already was.

He started caressing his cock and squinting at me, saying "Talk to me some more like that, little boy." I turned around squatting over him and spread my legs open, giving him a full view of my beautiful ass.

"Daddy, touch my asshole" I begged.

He put his strong hands on my ass and pulled me open, slipping one finger gently over my asshole.

"Hmm", I moaned, "Oh, Daddy, I love when you touch my asshole.."

He started rubbing harder and saying "You love your daddy, huh?" "Oh, yeah. I love you and you turn me on so much" He got up toward me and started rimming my hole gently, flickering his tongue over it lovingly.

"How does your cock feel Gianny?" he asked me.

"My cock feels so good, Daddy. You make my cock so hard."

"Daddy makes your cock stiff, huh Gianny?"

"Oh yeah. Oh. Oh, I love that. Kiss my hole daddy..lick me with your wet tongue..."

"Keep talking to me Gianny", he was saying between licks, "Keep telling daddy how much you want him"

"My asshole is aching for you...I want your hard cock inside me Daddy...." I didn't hear much but felt a strong, hard piercing in my butt and then up into me. I was so high I felt like screaming. He started pounding away inside me and kissing the back of my neck. He fucked me like that for over 30 minutes, begging me to talk to him dirty and tell him how his cock felt in my asshole. I turned him on telling him nasty things about needing his cock in my ass and needing him to slam me harder and harder. I told him I was his and he can have me whenever he wants. I told him to just give me that sexy look and I would drop my pants and bend over for him wherever we were or whoever was there, I didn't care. "Fuck me, daddy, fuck me!" I yelled. When he came he screamed and so did I. He collapsed on top of me and kissed the back of my head.

"Now you're back with Daddy, Gianny, and this is where you're going to stay" I couldn't agree more. Occasionally we play a game where I go out on the street and he picks me up again and it's always as good as the first time.