Gay Erotic Stories

Warning: this story is a work of fiction and contains graphic descriptions of hardcore sex between consenting male adults doing unnatural acts. All participants in this story are over the age of 18 at the time of the story. If you are not eighteen or the subject matter offends you, please log off. The Preacher’s Son By Nathan Harvey Bobby Adams and I had been friends ever since our freshman year in college. We hit it right off when we got seated in our English Lit class. I guess it was because we both seemed to like reading the classics or the maybe the fact we both were townies. For a while, it was just conversation between us before class. Then after a while we began having lunch together. Finally, we began hanging around together bowling and stuff like that. I had been first attracted to him when he came into Lit class. He was wearing these tight ass jeans and he had a basket to die for. As for his looks, he wasn’t all that much to look at. Getting to know him, I really liked him as a person. Sometimes I wondered if he would still like me if he knew I was gay. I had been fighting this feeling of being different for as long as I could remember. I just had to be that perfect son to make my father proud of me. Still, hidden deep in my heart, I knew I was different--I loved men. My father would kill me if he even thought I was. As he put it, “One of those Possessed Demons, Damned to Hell.” Poor dad, he would get up in that pulpit on Sunday with his hell and damnation speeches and I would just cringe thinking of the day people would find out I was gay. Well enough time for that. I though when I was out of school, I would leave town so as not to disgrace myself--or my father. I already had several of the jocks trying to put a move on me, but I didn’t need that kind of trouble. Now Bobby--he was safe. We could hang together and no one thought anything of it. A guy like me thinks of things like that when he looks like I do. Being tall, almost six four and slim with blond hair that curls, people just naturally thought of me as gay. When I jokingly said something to Bobby about what people said about me, he looked up in surprise, saying there was nothing wrong with the way I looked, and besides, he like the way I looked. Laughing I said I sure liked the way he looked. Then realizing what I’d said, I began stammering and hastily added that I meant he looked nice. I was glad when he changed the subject. Telling me his father was going out of town for the weekend, he asked me if I would like to sleepover. Asking if his mother was going to be there he looked down saying his mother and father were divorced. Surprised, I had to wonder why he’d never said anything before now. Then thinking perhaps because I was a preacher’s son, he was probably too embarrassed to bring it up. I decided to tell Dad I was going to stay at Bobby Adam’s house for the weekend while his father was out of town. I was surprised when dad just looked over saying, “Adams? Adams, that name sounds familiar. I used to know a man named Adams when I was in college. You say his son? Well it couldn’t be the same man I knew.” That said, it was like I wasn’t even at the table. Sometimes I felt like a stranger with my own father. I always wondered what my life would have been if my mother was alive. Looking over at Dad and thinking back over the years, he had tried to be a father, but somehow he’d never really been there for me. Oh he preached and he pontificated a lot about love, but love was the one thing he could never give me. I’d once asked him why he had never married again and he said something about never finding the right kindred spirit. I wondered what that meant. Now Dad was a very handsome man. He was built like a bull and God only knows, even soft he was hung like one. I’d seen my father in the shower and I couldn’t believe my eyes. Dad was one hot stud. I always blushed even at the thought of his cock or any thing sexual about my father I had to wonder what he would do to me if he knew how I secretly lusted after him. Whenever I tried to get close to him, it was like he was afraid to touch me. He hadn’t hugged me or kissed me since grade school. I knew the way I felt about him and I had to get away from him before it would be impossible to hide my feelings about him. He would hate me if he knew I wanted him sexually as my lover. I was glad when supper was over and I began clearing the table. I knew after supper it would be the same, he would read and I would watch TV. We never talked and when it got late, he would say it was time to go to bed. When I would be in my room, I would begin thinking those things again. Did dad masturbate or did he go to a whorehouse to get it off? How did he manage sexual fulfillment staying single so long? I knew I liked beating off and I was positive I was hungry to be fucked by a man. Ever since I was eighteen and old enough get into the porn shop on Majors street, I had begun collecting my dildos and toys. Usually, as soon as I was in the privacy of my room, I looked over what toy I was going to play with that night. Then taking it into the shower, I would have my evening of fun. First I would get my butt plug all slicked up with Vaseline, and once I had shoved it up my ass, I would pretend I was with my lover and then beat off. Lately, I had begun beating off in the shower and then when I shot my load on the shower wall; I’d lick it off the wall. Tasting that thick rich cum, I could then pretend it was my lover’s cum. Lately I’d begun wondering if Bobby would taste as good, and how his cock would taste in my mouth. Most of the time I would then shower and crawl into bed with the plug still in my ass. How I wanted to know what a man really felt like. I would be glad when my new, ‘Vibration Wonder Plug’ I’d sent for arrived. The man at the porn shop and ordered it for me, telling me it was the biggest vibrating butt plug and it was made in Europe. Dreaming of all kinds of men, I began dreaming of Bobby. I was up early that next morning fixing a bowl of cereal when my father came into the kitchen. He looked at me saying, “Boy show other people some respect and don’t flaunt that body of yours!” Telling him all the guys ran around in their Jockeys, he said it was sinful for me to flaunt my body in such a flagrant manner. Pulling out a chair and sitting down, Dad eventually realized I wasn’t going to get a robe, so he got up and stormed out of the kitchen. I was glad it was Friday and I was going to be gone for the weekend. I would be so glad to get away from dad. Lately he was coming down on me even harder about the way I looked, the way I talked and the way I walked. Rinsing my dishes, I was off to dress and pack for the weekend. Finally!!!!!!! In a few more minutes, Bobby and I were in his car with my bag in the back and off to his house. As soon as we were parked and we were inside, I began to feel it was going to be a weekend that was going to change my life forever. Leading me up to his room saying he would show me where I could stow my things, he added that he had something he wanted to show me. Switching on the computer and calling up a page, Bobby said he’d just found this site last week and he was sure I would get a kick out of it. As I approached, I was stunned to see it was this porno page. Whirling around in his chair saying, “You do dig gay don’t you buddy?” Almost in a whisper I said, “How did you know?’ Laughing hysterically saying, “Baby, Baby you’re so obvious it’s a crime.?” Kneeling there beside him as he scrolled through the pictures he was saying, “ I like that one? He’s hung like a horse. And look at that the cute blond--he reminds me of you. He’s got a great ass to fuck--just like you." Turning and grinning he added, “So buddy, you want to get it on now or later?” Standing and backing away from him, Bobby stood and began undoing his shirt saying, “I guess that means you want to get it on now.” Watching as he undid his jeans--when I saw that engorged basked of his, I began stripping too. We had now gone too far to stop. When we were both naked, he began backing me into his bed. Gently pushing me into bed he said, “You’re a cherry aren’t you baby?” Moving on top of me and straddling my chest, he was saying, “Let’s start with first things first, Baby.” With that Bobby then said, “It’s time you learned how to suck a cock.” Looking up at his homely face, and then on down to his enormous piece of meat lying on my lips, I just opened my mouth. I was more than willing to be his student. Slowing sliding his cock into my waiting mouth, he was saying to first get use to the taste and then we will work on the sucking. Gagging and choking as he pushed into me deeper, he pulled his cock out of my mouth saying, “Let me show you how to do it baby”. Then licking and sucking his way down my body, when he reached my cock, it just disappeared into his mouth. Watching his black curly head bobbing up and down as my cock was cushioned in his hot moist mouth, I wanted to scream out in joy. This had to be the most wonderful feeling in the world! After closing my eyes, my hips just seemed to automatically begin pushing up, driving my cock deeper into his mouth. It felt so good! My balls seemed like they were going to burst. I screamed out, “I’m coming. I’m coming!” Bobby began sucking harder. My body suddenly began stiffening and my toes seemed to curl up into my feet and then it felt like I was having an out of body experience. When Bobby kept sucking, I had to cry out for him to stop, it almost hurt! Laughing he said, “Now that’s how you do it, baby.” While I just lay there limp and panting, he crawled up on me saying, “Now it’s your turn baby.” Moving up over me now and almost laying over me, he began to fuck my mouth. This time he wasn’t as gentle, he was hot and he wanted to get it off. As he began pumping, more and more of his cock began forcing its way into my throat. Then he began working his hips and driving deeper into me until as last, his balls were hammering on my chin. Slowly I began to get the hang of it and as I learned to relax my throat, I began working my throat muscles. I heard him yelling out, “Go baby, now you got it.” Then he exploded, shooting his cum deep into my throat. Feeling those ropes of cum shooting into me, I went wild--I had to have that cock up my ass. No sooner was he out of my mouth, than I was begging him to fuck me. Scooting around and pulling a tube off the nightstand he said, “You gotta get the old asshole greased up baby.” And with that he began fingering my ass, pushing his jelly into me. Looking up grinning he said, “You’ve been using a butt plug haven’t you baby? After this weekend, you’re going to need a really big one to satisfy yourself.” Lifting my legs over his shoulders, he began greasing his cock up. Moving his cock to my ass crack, he looked into my face saying, “The first time it’s going to hurt like hell baby, but it’s better to get it over with all at once.” Looking up at him I found myself saying, “Let’s get it over with and then get on with the fun!” Gritting my teeth, he began working the head of his cock into my ass. This didn’t feel like a dildo with the small tip stretching me open, his cock was big blunt basher and hurt like hell. Suddenly he had the head in. Telling him I couldn’t do it, he shouted, “No, not now baby--it’s too late to stop!” Pulling me higher, with a big lunge he drove himself deep inside me. Letting out another scream, I begged him to take it out. Suddenly this deep voice said, “Just lay still boy--soon it will stop hurting as your body stretches a little.” Looking up I saw this older man looking at the two of us me bent double and Bobby’s cock deep in my butt. Bobby looked up and grinning said, “Daddy this is Bobby--the boy I was telling you about. Bending down and giving me a kiss he said, “Nice to meet you boy.” I couldn’t believe this could be Bobby’s father and he was watching his son fuck my ass. As he headed out of the room he was saying, “Now you boys have fun,” and the door closed behind him. Bobby was then beginning to feel good inside me, and then feeling me beginning to relax; he began slowly pumping my ass. At first it still hurt a bit, but slowly my body began stretching and he began feeling better and better, and then it was wonderful! When I felt him getting it off inside me, it felt like he was becoming part of me. Now with his cum as a lubricant he began ridding my ass like a wild man and I was begging for more. Then the door opened and Mr. Adams stepped in, but this time he was naked! Standing beside us he just said, “Well boy, if you want more you’re going to get it. No guest’s requests are denied in this house!” Looking at his hard beautiful body, when I saw his cock, I was shocked. I had never seen a cock that big not even on an animal. Seeing my eyes staring at his cock he laughed saying, “Not to worry son you’re going to love it--all of it.” By then I could feel Bobby’s second warm explosion of cum inside me. As he began pulling out of me, my ass seemed to be wide open and quivering--just waiting for another cock. As Bobby moved up over my face he said, “Now clean me up, baby.” As the cock slid into my mouth, I felt Mr. Adams lifting my legs, and when his cock began its entry, my body just sucked him into me. Laughing saying, “Boy your ass was made to fuck.” I was pulled and pushed and fucked from both ends that afternoon. And finally, when we all crawled out of that bed, I was a full-fledged flaming fagot. It was Bobby that finally said he was starving and we should order and eat in, so then we could get to bed early and have a little fun. Looking over at me saying then it would be time for pig to fuck the poke. Not knowing what he meant, Mr. Adams began laughing saying it was time to fuck them. Reaching for my jeans, he said there would be no need for clothes this weekend. Following them down the stairs, he told me to pick out some videos to watch and he would call for pizza. Going to the cabinet I was amazed at how many videos were in the case. Pulling one of them out and looking at it and then looking at the others, I soon noticed that they were all of Mr. Adams or Bobby. When Bobby came in he was grinning saying now I knew the family secret. He was a porno star now like his father. He took the video from me and pushed it into the machine. When the screen lit up he was saying that one was filmed when he was just nineteen. It was then that Mr. Adams came in and said the pizza was on its way. Seeing the screen lighting up we all sat watching as Bobby played the part of a schoolboy being chased by a gang of boys. Watching as he was caught and then stripped of his clothes, suddenly the screen was filled with beautiful naked men. Mr. Adams looked over at me asking if I had ever thought of becoming a porno star, saying there was good money in it. Laughing, I said that my father would kill me. He stood and going to a cabinet and began rummaging through some tapes. Hitting the reject and pulling the tape out he turned saying, “I knew your father years ago boy. Now it’s time for you to really know him.” As the usual warning droned on, suddenly this title exploded on the screen as this beautiful naked boy wearing only a hat and boots on came charging up to the camera. Leaning back admiring the man the subtitle referred to him as Blake Glory. The figure then pulled his white hat off and slid off of the horse--I was dumbfounded. He was young and he was handsome--and he was my father! Looking over at Mr. Adams, he nodded and told me to keep watching. Then as he walked over to this stream and tied off his horse, he called to this young man in the water. As this bronze beauty came up on shore, I could recognize Mr. Adams. From then on it turned into one of the classic orgies as Bobby’s dad was on all fours, and was fucked on both ends by cowboy after cowboy. Asking how—why? Mr. Adams said they were both in college the same as Bobby and I, and they were making these porno films for the money. A lot of the boys they knew were doing it; in fact that was how they got started in it. “It was on one of those nights after payday that your father picked up this cute broad and they went off into the wild blue yonder. It was just after they had made this video that he found out she was pregnant. That would be you. Well he was a moral boy and wanted to do the right thing, so he married your mother. Then things went terribly wrong and when your mother died in childbirth, your father though God was punishing him. You might say he got religion. I’ll give your father credit--he never strayed, but he became the biggest fire belching religious hypocrite I’ve ever seen.” Slowly, I began to realize why my dad would get so upset with me when as he had said, I paraded around--flaunting body. Now I knew why he would never touch me--he as afraid of contaminating me. Asking Mr. Adams about him and his son, he just laughed saying that most gay boys in those days were pressured to marry. They thought at the time that if a man had a wife, that would cure his “Disease.” Most of these marriages ended up in divorce or with men that lead secret lives. Looking over at Bobby, he said Bobby’s mother had remarried and she had a family now and she wanted nothing to do with them. He said he had to learn to be both mother and father to Bobby, but he had turned out just fine. He was even taking after him in the family business. Hearing the bell, Bobby jumped up telling his dad to give him some money. Mr. Adams told Bobby to get the money from the desk and be sure to tip the boy. I heard him rummaging in the desk and then the door opening. Then some laughter and then looking up, I saw Davie Carlson standing there next to Bobby who was still naked. Looking over at me and winking he said he would see me around and he rubbed his crotch. As soon as he’d left, Bobby said Davie was really a cock hound and loved to screw us boys. To say that the weekend was a revelation would be an understatement. It was Sunday afternoon before I was dressing to go home. I had never felt so complete, so wonderful. I felt like I was somebody and I knew what I was going to do when I got home, I was going to ‘out’ my father. Bobby drove me home and asked me if I was sure I wanted to do this. Nodding affirmatively, I said he was either going to beat the shit out of me or fuck the shit out of me. One way or the other he was going to know I was gay and I was proud. As Bobby drove off, I let myself in. I was in luck, the house was empty--or so I though. Slipping upstairs, I noticed that someone was in my room. Creeping closer and peering in through the partiality-opened door, I saw Dad--naked and laying back--working his ass with my dildo and all my toys were scattered all around him. Standing there in disbelief as he was shoving that whole thing up his ass, I began to realize it was my new super duper sized vibrating dildo. My package must have been delivered in the Saturday post and dad had opened it. The last place I though I would ever find it was up my father’s ass. I continued to stand there watching him as he leaned back working his ass on the floor, driving the dildo even deeper into his ass. I now saw what had made Blake Glory the porno star he was. His cock was hard and it was enormous. Now I knew I was going to have that man up my ass! Standing there watching him stroking that monument to mankind, I began stripping. Once I was completely naked, I opened the door and dropped on my knees before him. The man I was looking at was not my father then--he was Blake Glory. As his hands reached out to me grabbing my head he pulled me down on his cock. Suddenly, my hands were around his hips and I was hanging on for dear life as he stood with me impaled on him and began raping my mouth. I felt his cock expand suddenly as he began unloading deep in me. Thinking it was over, I found myself on my back on the floor. He was now holding my legs up and within seconds was driving his cock into my ass like a man possessed. He had been a man denied and now his eyes--shining with lust—suddenly knew he had his bitch. All the pent up emotions were flowing out of him. He just kept at me, pounding my as with this dazed expression on his face as he unloaded into me time and again. The only sounds in the room now were the sucking and slurping sounds of his cock driving into me. Slowly, he began to realize who and what he was and letting me down he began bawling. We lay there for hours talking. Later I found myself crawling on top of him and working my cock between his legs, I said I wanted us to be like Bobby and his dad. That night I lay in my father’s arms and I knew he loved me--I mean he really loved me. It came as quite a shock to the entire congregation when my father tendered his resignation. It was a wild time in the old town the night when Blake Glory Video tapes reappeared on the store shelves. This time it was with his loyal sidekick. I liked being daddy’s bitch both on screen and off. Comments to Harveynate@AOL.com