Gay Erotic Stories

After the unexpected sauna encounter with my dad, we went to dinner as originally planned. It was relaxed and fun, since we were both tired from an afternoon of multiple orgasms and dripping sweat. His 5 o’clock shadow had left burn marks in my crotch, between my ass cheeks, and along my neck. My dick was sucked raw, and my butt was tender from dad’s ass pounding sessions. Needless to say, we were famished. We polished off a huge meal each, but I turned down dessert -- I liked having washboard abs and a clean line of sight from my navel along the fuzz line of my taut lower belly through my reddish-blonde pubes ending at the base of my own fairly formidable cock. So no dessert for me, but Dad ordered cheesecake for himself. When it arrived, I smirked at him and whispered, “Dad, you'd be a real foxy guy if you lost 10 pounds, you know.” Of course my dad, who has a proportionate frame, hairy and muscled arms and legs, and a flat belly, is a handsome, powerfully built man, not a slim-hipped kid, so he had to know I was just kidding him. He ate a mouthful of cheesecake, smiled back, raised an eyebrow and said, “I’ll make you pay for that remark, smart aleck.” “Yeah, you and what army?” I teased back at him.

About a month later, my father made some excuse to come for a weekend visit at my college. I couldn’t wait – although I had kept my dick happy with a couple of longer stroke sessions alone in the shower and a blowjob in the library restroom with a very discrete, and very horny rugby player who has the amazing talent of swallowing my entire erect cock with his nose nestled in my pubes without gagging.

My father booked a suite at a nice hotel. I was looking forward to seeing him, and enjoying the amenities at the hotel. I got there on a Saturday early afternoon, greeted him, and jumped in the shower. Dad was already showered and lying in bed waiting for me, idly running his hand across the hairy expanse of his chest, and toying with his cock, which was plump and hanging low from his crotch. I jumped into bed, toweled dry by still a bit damp and laid a lip lock on dad, flattening my 6’2” frame on his 6’ frame. Our dicks became stone hard in seconds. He encircled my back with his muscular arms, and wrapped his beefy legs around my hips. I was in heaven. Melting into his arms, he flipped himself up and around, landing me on my back. Now his furry chest was abrading my nipples. Our dicks lay hot and pulsing between our bellies, demanding relief. I tried to reach between us to stroke them, but my dad took my hands and placed them together over my head, holding them down. We got lost in a kiss, and when I tried to move him into a different position, I found that in the passion of kissing, my dad had stealthily taken out padded leather cuffs he had hidden under the pillows and gently fastened them to my wrists. The cuffs were already firmly attached to the headboard. Before I knew what had happened, he turned and cuffed my ankles to the footboard. I was trapped, although the prospect of being helpless to the ministrations of my horny, sexy, fat-dicked dad made my cock twitch wildly, a drop of pre-come leaking over the inflamed head. I struggled against he restraints and demanded to know what he was doing. He just smiled.

My dad disappeared into the bathroom and emerged with a bowl of hot water, a washcloth, a tube of body lotion, and an electric shaver used for shaving body hair. He grinned at me in my helpless state and said, “You were a naughty boy kidding your dad about his weight. Naughty boys get punished. First, they get their pubes and buttholes shaved. Then they get spanked and fucked.” Getting fucked was hardly a punishment coming from my powerfully muscular, thick-shafted dad, but as hairy as my dad is, I am fairly hairless and my only real body hair is a thick bush of reddish-blonde pubic hair -- I take after the fair-skinned folks on my mom’s side of the family. If I lost my pubic hair, I’d look like a hairless geek. And getting spanked? At my age? Was he kidding? I started pleading and bargaining, struggling against the cuffs: “No, no, dad, just go ahead and fuck me, but leave my pubes alone, and no spanking. I’m not a kid -- I'm 21 years old.” Dad just smiled and went to work.

First he used the medium setting on the electric shaver, and started to cut back the thick mat of soft and shiny reddish-blonde pubic hair. I didn’t want to struggle because I didn’t want to get nicked by the shaver, but I was pleading, then cursing him to stop. Throughout this ordeal, with his holding my cock and moving my ball sac around, and I started to get aroused. After most of the pubic hair had been shortened, he switched settings and shaved clean my entire pubic area, my cock, my nuts, and my asshole. He then took the washcloth and gently wiped down the whole area, the warmth making my dick twitch and my asshole pucker. He then squirt a big glob of body lotion between his hands and used both of them to massage the lotion into my crotch and between my ass cheeks. It was such an odd feeling being bald as a cue ball down there, but when he finished, my original anger/panic came back, and I started calling him a jerk for shaving me, but he just smiled and said sarcastically “I’m doing all this extra work to burn some calories – you know, so I’ll be a real foxy guy.” I just grit my teeth.

Working one limb at a time, he flipped me on my stomach, securing one arm or leg at a time. He shoved a pillow under my crotch, elevating and exposing my rounded butt. I was getting nervous and aroused at the same time. My ass was raised up, and the air felt cool over my newly shaved butt and balls. My dick was jammed into the pillow, pulsing and straining for relief. I tried twisting around, but all it did was make my ass dance around. I pleaded with dad to just fuck me, and tried cajoling him into just having some good, hard sex without spanking me, but it was not to be. Not yet.

He first ran his hands firmly over my shoulders, down my back, and around both sides of my ass. He let his fingers massage the indentation on each side of my butt cheeks, and then used his thumbs to gently pry open my ass like a peach. I fought him at first, clenching my cheeks tightly together. He just laughed gently and whispered, “In about 10 minutes, you’ll be begging me to fuck you, smart aleck.”

He then positioned himself on one side of me, lay he hand on my butt, leaned over and kissed my neck saying, "A naughty boy making fun of his dad gets spanked until his cheeks are red hot, and his hole opens up like a flower inviting dad's big dick inside.” I tried squirming out of the upcoming line of fire, but he used his left arm to pin my lower back to the bed. And then he started.

He lifted his right hand and smacked it down hard on my butt cheeks. It hurt and I squealed. I hadn’t been spanked since I was a kid, and never like this, and never this firmly. I tried twisting out of the way of his hand, but it was no use. His hand rained down on my ass again and again and again. I was embarrassed at both my childish reaction as well as my sexual arousal – my dick was rock hard.

Dad reached he left arm around my leg and circled his big hand around the base of my dick and nut sac, tugging it down. This was now an easy way to keep me still -- it would really hurt if I squirmed in his grip. He spanked firmly and with purpose. I could tell my ass cheeks were getting red and hot, just like he said they would.

At a certain point I just gave in, and my ass cheeks relaxed. My squeezed shut rosebud unclenched, and soon it was winking open just a fraction after each smack of my butt. My squeals of discomfort became moans of pleasure. My father noticed that too: “I guess my naughty boy likes it when daddy spanks him.” “Yeah, dad, it feels good now. But I need to get fucked. Now.”

He just laughed again and said, “You’re in no position to demand anything, college boy. Daddy ‘needs to lose about 10 pounds’ – isn’t that what you said? Well, that will take some time and I need to burn more calories.” He continued spanking me for about 5 more minutes: I had tears coming out of my eyes, snot coming out of my nose, and pre-come oozing out of my dick. I was a mess, and finally stopped struggling.

At that point, dad stopped, too. He was covered in sweat, and breathing heavily. "Gee, if I do that a few more times, I might actually lose an ounce or two," he laughed. When I settled down, dad took more lotion and then, using the same hands that put me through the spanking ordeal, gently massaged the cooling lotion over my reddened and burning butt, between my ass cheeks, over my rosebud, and down to my nut sac. He took particular care in massaging my hole, teasing it open first with his little finger, then, his index finger, and then his thumb. My ass opened a bit more and he slipped his index and middle fingers in together, and slowly fucked my ass with them. He curled his fingers down and found my prostate gland through the walls of my rectum. He massaged my prostate until my piss slip was leaking pre-come like a dripping faucet. I moaned loudly and shuddered. “Dad, please, please fuck me now.”

“Ah, that’s a better attitude to have,” said my dad, and he pulled his fingers out, straddled by backside, lathered up his erect dick with lotion, lined it up to my eager hole, and told me to exhale and push back while he pushed in. As I exhaled and pushed back, my hole opened and blossomed outward, and the soft inner rectal tissue enveloped the head of his throbbing dick, and he pushed forward, his dick head snugly fitting into my ass. The feeling was indescribable. “Shove it in dad, I want you deep in my ass,” I pleaded.

With that, he let the weight of his muscular body drive his fuck stick in until his pubic bone smacked into my anus, and his balls banged around his dick and his my shaved nuts. I jerked up and arched my back, and practically came then and there.

Dad then started a very slow, methodical fucking of my ass, and every once in a while he would change pace, or smack my butt, making my ass clench around his cock as he pistoned in and out.

He went on for a good ten minutes, varying his pace, spreading my ass cheeks wide, and sometimes just lying on top of my back and roughly kissing and nibbling my neck while his hips corkscrewed his monster dick in my ass. I was in ecstasy, and squirmed as much as I could to be sure he angled his dick deep into my ass, putting pressuring on my prostate. I was moaning like a whore in heat, and my dad then picked up the pace for the rush to the finish line. The loud smacking of his belly against my ass ended abruptly with a final, deep push. Dad howled, clenched his hairy butt cheeks together, and unloaded what seemed like quarts of come up my ass.

Spent, he lay panting on my back, breathing into my neck and nibbling my earlobes. I was still horny as hell, and tried milking his throbbing dick, still stuck in my ass oozing come. His softening log of a dick finally plopped out of my ass. And then, to my incredible surprise and pleasure, dad knelt between my legs, spread my cheeks, and chowed down on my butt. He slurped and licked and tongued my butt crack and around my rosebud, cleaning up come and sweat that was oozing everywhere. He then zeroed in on my ravaged hole and tongued in open, cleaning out his own come. He then moved quickly up my body and turned my head to his, jamming his lips onto mine. I was shocked when he kissed me hard and fed me some of his come. I slurped it down greedily, and then tried to swallow his tongue in a fierce, passionate kiss.

When we cooled down, dad took off my cuffs, turned me on my side, and enveloped me in his big, hairy arms. I was content for the moment, although I hadn’t come myself. Dad said, “Let’s rest a little, and then we’ll take care of you.” Dad drifted off to sleep after his exertions.

When he awoke from his nap about 20 minutes later, he was startled to find himself cuffed to the bed like I had been before. “What the fuck are you doing?” he yelled. I smiled and said, “Time to take care of me, right? Turnabout is fair play."

But that’s a topic for my next story: Turnabout is Fair Play.