Gay Erotic Stories

When I was five my Mother ran out on us. I don't know why, but it could have been that she found out what I was going to find out. My Dad worked for the military; he was the CO in the local barracks. From when I was five he took care of my older brothers and me. He did the job of both mother and father. He never had girlfriends, in spite of the fact that he was constantly hassled with flirting women of all ages. When I turned eleven I began to take a lot of notice of other boys. I'd try to be first out of the showers so I could sit and watch everyone else parade out in front of me naked. I also began to experiment with girls because everyone else was and I didn't want to be left out of the group. I did everything I could to see other guys naked and when I did I masturbated with those images in my mind. At about this time, my Dad started to spend more time with me, just talking, walking the dog and all the other normal stuff dads do with their sons. I began to look at my dad in a whole new way. I noticed how his skin had a lovely olive colour, how there was always a lock of dark brown hair popping out above the collar of his clothes. He always wore tight t-shits that showed off his very muscular body. He also wore tight pants that showed off a massive bulge in his pants; it was like he had a pair of baseballs down there! One day I came home with a black eye. A guy I had bet to the football team had told a senior that I had been talking about his girlfriend. My Dad was horrified and decided that I needed to start working out with him at the local gym. I had begun to keep a book of all the men I had fantasized about and I wrote down all the details of those fantasies. This book I hid in my room for obvious reasons. A lot of the pages were filled with stuff about my Dad. One day, when I was 18, our gym closed down and we had to find a new one. The new one had open showers and when I got into the showers after a workout with my Dad it was like stepping into a fantasy world: I was surrounded by hot naked men! This was too much for me and I could not stop my hard-on from rising and rising. My Dad saw this and immediately turned the hot tap off on my showerhead. I could not look at him or talk to him I was so ashamed. A few days later I came home to see my dad in my room with my book out. In it I had written all my fantasies about other men. I was absolutely horrified. I wanted to run. My legs would not move. I could barely hear what my Dad said over the drumming of my heart in my chest. He calmly said, "Are you gay? Tell me the truth." I did not know what to say. My Dad had always been able to spot when I was lying so I uttered in a scared, high-pitched voice, "Yes." I saw that he was on the page where I had written one of my many fantasies about him: his brothers and my brothers all having sex on a camping trip. This was on the last page of one of the books in which there was a lot about my Dad. I tried to look him in the eyes, but as soon as we made eye contact I had to drop my eyes. It was only then that I noticed that the two baseballs in his pants had grown to three or four! He saw what I was looking at and said, "So you think a little boy like you could satisfy me?" I couldn't answer him this time; it was too much. He slammed the book shut and threw it somewhere. He said, "Well we will just have to see then, won't we?" He must have been joking; he couldn't be serious, could he? He told me to come over and sit with him. This I did but I do not know why or how as I still felt like running. He slipped his left hand down my pants and I felt his rough hand rubbing me into a full erection. He undid my fly and told me to undress. I stood in front of him naked, shaking with fear and excitement. He stood up and grabbed hold of his shirt collar and just tore it off! This revealed his torso, covered in thick wiry hairy and rock hard muscles bulging under his skin. I looked down and he already had his underwear off. His cock was massive! 11 inches long and as thick as my wrist! He came over to me and kissed me full on. I felt his dick squashed between us and mine stuck between his legs. Then he threw me onto the bed and kissed my ass. When he looked at me again I could feel my ass was drenched with his spit. It was oozing out of my ass. He spat on his hand and lubed up his dick. He put a pillow under my leaking ass and pulled me up onto my shoulders so I could see "daddy's big dick disappear". Slowly he pushed into me and the pain was so immense I screamed. He leaned over and picked his underwear up off the floor. They were wet with his salty precum. He shoved these into my open mouth and said, "Better not worry the neighbours." He resumed penetrating me despite all the pain. Then I got a taste of heaven: his dick had pushed my prostate out of its way. This was too much for me and I came there and then. I shot a massive load all over my father’s big, hairy chest. He just laughed and continued fucking me. After five minutes of him fucking me and his massive balls slapping off my ass I had another raging hard-on. I was so hard it hurt. My Dad leaned over and kind of hugged me while still fucking my sore ass. Then he came when his dick was half out of my ass. He froze and shot load after load up my ass. For a whole minute I felt his cum squirting out against my prostate. When he was finished he slowly pulled out, then kissed my ass, coating his tongue in his cum, then kissed me. It was the best thing I had ever tasted. He slowly moved his lips down over my body until my rock hard 7 inch dick was in his mouth. Then he began to hum some military marching song. The vibrations drove me wild and I came. I shot my load down my Dad’s throat and I felt his mouth fill up. He swallowed my load and then hugged me. We fell asleep in each other’s arms in my small single bed. I could smell his delicious sweat. We lay there, Father and son.