Gay Erotic Stories

Jon was snoring lightly as I slipped out of bed and found my shorts and shirt. I knew I was floating on a cloud; it had been years since I had felt this great. An old friend turned into a new lover. I hesitated, considering staying the night. But I knew we would get together again and that I needed to get home now. Failing to find my shoes, I walked the half block home barefoot. The lights were still on in the kitchen and dining room. I knew they would be. I turned them off and locked the doors as I headed down the hall to the bedrooms. There was still light in Josh’s room and the door was not closed tight. I pushed it open: Both boys were sound asleep, Josh’s leg across Roger’s; no covers and both naked. I stood there as they slept and admired them both. Josh at twenty and six foot two, took up more space; his chest was soft but firm underneath; he breathed easily and his washboard stomach rose and fell. His chest was covered in a mat of golden brown curls, his pink nipples visible under the hair; the swirl continued down to his pubes where they thickened and surrounded his outsized sleeping penis; this rested atop his more than ample scrotum. Roger was the same age and almost six foot tall. His muscular body was devoid of any hair. A thin trail of nearly black hair led from his navel to his thick black pubic bundle. His penis was erect but asleep; it was wide and nearly eight inches long, a formidable weapon. I could see why Josh loved him. I undressed as I stood there. I turned off the light and crawled in between them. Josh stirred and made room for me. “Hi Dad,” he whispered, “hoped you would get here before morning.” Then we snuggled together and all slept until morning. I awoke with a sharp pain in both sides: sleeping between two prime studs had its disadvantages. I lay awake and determined how to handle them and the future. By seven, the room was brightly lit by the sun. They both awoke and discovered someone had slipped between them in the night. First one and then the other rose and pissed that first erection down the toilet. At twenty, the second stiffie is never far away. Josh crawled between Roger and me; was he jealous? I hoped not. Yesterday, I had been a celibate (well, nearly) heterosexual. Today I was a horny man who had seduced his oldest son (with help, I must admit), and then the father of his best friend and lover. He turned to me and whispered, “Dad, I love you. Thanks for understanding Rog and me. So how did it go with Mr. D?” I hugged him tight. He turned and his rigid cock pressed against me. “We had a wonderful time. Or at least I did. I hope you and Roger are as happy.” “Thanks, Mr. P,” Roger said. He kissed me gently. Then grabbed Josh and kissed him. I got up and left them to themselves. I showered and dressed, and walked down to Jon’s place. He was up and dressed. He smiled as he opened the door. I stepped inside and we hugged each other. “I hoped you’d come back,” he said. “I have fresh coffee. Come have a cup while I make you some breakfast. You will need all your strength for the day I have planned for you.” His phone rang. “It’s for you,” he said, handing the phone to me. It was Matthew. “Hi Dad. Mom blew her cork. I’m kicked out. Can somebody meet me at the airport in three hours? I mean its not like you weren’t expecting me this week.” There was just a slight edge of worry in his voice. “Your brother will be there to meet you. Give me the flight number and gate number.” He did. I hung up and called Josh at the house. “Could you and Roger run to the airport and gather up your brother? Thanks.” I gave him the information and hung up again. “How soon will breakfast be ready?” I grinned at him. “I’m going to need all my strength today to soothe a panicky son.” Jon laughed and quickly had a delicious meal spread before us. He talked as we ate. “You were wonderful last night. I haven’t been with anyone for years. I suppose it could be blamed on Roger. He confided in me last year about him and Joshua. I wondered then if it was genetic. I knew that you were there alone. Never saw you bring anybody home; no strange cars in your driveway. But rumors said you were quite the stud around the area.” I blushed at the compliment. “I was totally in love with my wife. When she told me three years ago that she was moving on, I was crushed. And then to add to the pain, she said the thing she hated most was the sex. I know I had a reputation, but it was for being a flirt. I’ve had two dates since she left. She took Matt with her. I knew she wanted to break up the boys. They were pretty tight. Even with Roger, the three of them were always together. The two muscular ones and Skinny Matt.” I took a deep breath and continued. “They were two years ahead of him. When he left with his mother two and a half years ago, he was five foot four and weighed ninety-three pounds. Josh visited him a couple of times, staying at a hotel in Portland, he wasn’t allowed to stay at her house. She said her new husband would never approve. I saw him a year ago and he had grown to five foot eight, and he gained maybe twenty pounds but he’s still small for his age. I have no idea what her excuse was now, but you can bet it’s because he turned eighteen and I won’t send her money for him.” I stared at Jon for a moment, then rose and walked around to where he sat. I urged him to stand. I put my arms around him and hugged him tightly. He hugged me back. We stood there with our arms around each other and tears quietly trickled down our faces. I was sitting in my office when the boys arrived from the airport. Josh grabbed two bags and Roger grabbed the other two, leaving Matt free to greet me. I watched him as he came up the hallway from the garage. He had grown again, now nearing six feet. He had filled out as well. He wore the style of the day: oversized baggy shorts that were calf length, the shirt was just as large with the shoulders halfway down his biceps. His hair was cropped short and gelled. It was bleached whiter on the tips and I thought ‘hedgehog’. I liked it. He had huge wrap-around shades that hid his eyes. I stood and moved towards him as he ambled towards me, his face smiling and his arms outstretched. We grabbed each other and I twirled him around, taking stock in the fact that he had grown up. I took off his glasses so I could see his beautiful blue eyes. “Thanks, Pop,” he whispered, and then kissed my cheek. He headed for his room and soon emerged in shorts and no shirt. He had added considerable muscle to his once-scrawny torso. I commented and he blushed and said, “Yeah, I grew up.” After dinner, we cleaned up and watched a little TV then called it a day and went to bed. I was lying there thinking about my weekend. Someone knocked. I said, “Come in.” It was Matt. The room was dark but he made his way to the bed. “I know I’m kinda big, but could I sleep with you tonight?” I detected the tremble of concern in his voice. He crossed the room and lifted the covers and slid in next to me. “I’m naked,” I told him. “So am I,” he replied. He snuggled next to me and his hand lay on my chest. “Promise you will keep me safe,” he whispered. “Don’t let her visit here.” His arm slid under mine and he pulled me tight against him, his head resting on my shoulder, the scent of him against my cheek. “We made it through the last horror. After the talk we had then, don’t worry: she won’t even fly to Seattle. I promised to do the same to her if she ever showed her face again.” I pulled him tight against me. His hot tears splashed on my chest and he spoke softly, “That was scary enough. I had just perfected my skills at masturbation using my original equipment and she had me circumcised because she caught me beating off in my own room with the door locked!” He hugged me tighter, a stream of tears flooding down my chest. I held him close and stroked his back to assure him I was there. His hand massaged my chest and stomach. The tears stopped and he continued. “And then the wound healed and I discovered it was even more fun stroking a stranger’s cock but still getting off. I cheered silently: she had given me another way to best her.” His hand now slowly circled on my stomach. I could feel his hard young manhood pressing against my outer thigh. “I knew I was leaving as soon as I turned eighteen. She found the tape this morning.” He sighed again and went on, his hand making smaller and smaller circles as he brushed against my pelvis. “Her husband, Gordie, was running the camera and was reflected in the mirror behind me.” I started laughing: the truth was out and hardly worth even talking about. I had found the one Josh had made when he turned eighteen. His even had titles. ‘Cumming Out’ starring Joshua Packer. I turned and hugged my son, our hard maleness standing between us. I kissed him like a father would. He grabbed my head and kissed me back like a lover should, his tongue assaulting my mouth. I returned the favor. I slid down and mouthed his nipples first one and then the other, they hardened and he moaned as my hand gripped his rigid staff. It was huge. I stroked him slowly several times. He shuddered all over. His monster grew harder and wider. It was easily two inches across and felt longer than mine, which he had encircled and was stroking me stiff. He increased the speed of the stroke, as did I. I knew that I could last longer at any speed with the years of experience I had at beating off. I slowed down and then stopped. “That was just getting good, Dad, don’t stop.” His fist still was pounding my cock at a steady pace. I reached over and turned on the lamp. He stopped and released his hold on me. He grinned at me. “You want to see it.” It wasn’t a question. I pulled the covers off us both. My monster stood there pointing straight up, the crown nearly free from the foreskin. His monster stood straight up as well, but it was more than an inch longer and nearly half an inch wider. A pale scar circled where his foreskin had been. I licked my lips and grinned. “In the morning, I’m getting you an agent: we could make a fortune with this! But right now I have another use for it.” I grabbed the pale obelisk and covered the head with my mouth. I jacked and sucked and sucked and jacked. He lay back and let me enjoy myself while pleasuring him. Finally, my jaw aching and my saliva nearly gone, he whispered, “NOW!” He erupted and filled my face with his young sweet cream. I drank most of it, determined to make this a memory. His flow ebbed and his cock softened. He pulled my face from his massive cock. He kissed me and hugged me. Tears of joy streaming down his face. “My turn,” was all he said. He pushed me down on the bed and once again started stroking my engine. He bent over and swallowed ten inches of cock, his tongue licking the underside of my ball sac. This kid was incredible: Not only did he have a monster cock, he gave the greatest blowjob I had ever had! I fucked his face. His hand slid under my ass and his finger pushed inside. He found the prostate and I moaned and yelled, “YES”. My cock exploded and gallons of hot spunk surged into his mouth. He drank me dry, not a drop slipping past his lips. My cock softened and he pulled free and grinned and then kissed me. I turned out the light and we snuggled together. “That’s what I want to do Dad,” he continued. “Last year I started working out when I grew three inches. I knew I was pretty well endowed, from watching the other guys watch me in the school showers. Got in some great practice too.” He chuckled at that. “And tonight I did something I have wanted to do for years. I sucked the greatest cock in the land, my Dad’s. Could anything be more wonderful than my Dad’s cock?” He moved against me and his cock was awake again. He slid his hand down my stomach and fondled my softie. He pulled the foreskin down and stroked the velvet head with his fingers. I turned to give him better access. I was pleased that it was responding to his effort. Again I took his giant in hand and slowly stroked him, enjoying his hard-on as much as he was. Just lying side by side, lazily stroking cock, we were drifting off to sleep. There was a knock on the door and Josh popped into the room. “Dad!” He sounded panicked. “Matt is gone!” “He’s here with me. He had a bad dream and came in here. Everything is okay now.” Josh was at the bedside by now. “Make room for me,” he said as he crawled in beside me, his arm across my chest and patting his brother. “Both of you are naked. Hope I didn’t miss out on anything.” His hand found mine still wrapped around his brother’s enormous penis. He felt the length and said, “He’s got us both beat. What a beauty!” Matt and I both reached over and took Josh’s rising manhood in hand. Then with them both stoking me, I started again masturbating them, a hard young cock in each hand. It just couldn’t get any better than that. Who knew where it would go from here…