Gay Erotic Stories

So there we were, my 45 year old dad and I, in a huge walk-in shower in his hotel suite, exhausted from our earlier fun, and marveling at how sexy it felt to have warm water raining down on our shaved pubic areas. We each got a handful of scented bath gel and started lathering each other’s chest. Having my dad’s firm touch on my hairless chest made me jump a little, and I was fixated on running my hands through the thick hair on his pecs and belly and watching my fingers make patterns in his wet fur – my mind momentarily flashed back to the college gym where I worked out after classes, and trying not to stare at the guy (Italian ancestry?) who would work up a sweat until it beaded up on his chest hair and then showered, where I would linger watching him leisurely and sensually soap his hairy pecs, crack and uncut dick.

Back to the hotel shower with dad: I moved closer to him and reached around to wash his back; he did the same to me. Now his wet chest was plastered against mine, and I could feel his hardened nipples against my skin. Our dicks were hard (again), though not at urgently as before. We kissed long and hard, swirling and sucking tongues while our dicks crammed against each other between our bellies. When we each reached down and around to soap each other’s butt cheeks, I felt my knees getting weak from the erotic touch of my dad’s talented hands, which had gently slipped between my butt cheeks, down my crack, and started teasing open my ass. He knew what I wanted.

He turned me against the wall, like he did at the sauna, and lined up his dick with my ass. He reached around my waist, grabbed my hardening cock, and used it as a grip to pull my body onto his gorged pole. He practically lifted me off my feet as he cocked upwards into my butt. At the same time, he jacked me in rhythm with his fucking. Feeling his shaved dick and pubic area slamming into my ass made my sphincter contract around his throbbing erection again and again. While one of his hands was busy jacking me off, the other was moving over my chest, pinching my nipples or massaging my swollen nut sac. My hands were busy bracing myself against the shower walls, warm water streaming over our backs, and my dad’s dick shoving warm water and sweat into my inflamed ass.

Faster and faster my dad fucked me, and I could feel the come rising from my balls. With exquisite timing, we came together. My dad’s dick swelled to mammoth proportion and let loose a volley of come in my ass, my sphincter repeatedly clamping down on the base of his dick as my own orgasm approached. My shaved nut sac pulled up against my body and my dick spurted come all over the shower wall and my dad’s hand. It felt like my dad was coming through me and out of my dick. I did not know an orgasm could last so long and feel so good. He collapsed against me and we let our breathing get back to normal. My dad backed off of me and I felt and heard his dick withdraw with a squishy plop.

We then finished our showers, turned off the water, dried each other’s bodies, and lay down on the bed in each other’s arms, exhausted. “You know what, Jason? We forgot something,” said my dad. “What would that be?” I asked. “I have yet to feel your dick up my butt. But I have a dinner to attend and then I am catching the first plane tomorrow morning, so fucking my butt will have to wait,” he said, winking at me. The thought of fucking my dad’s butt: firm, meaty globes for butt cheeks riding high on muscled thighs, a layer of fine, dark hair, and now a shaved asshole smooth as silk made my already worn out dick stir a little. “So when will that be?” I asked a bit disappointedly. “When you’re home for spring break next month. Your mom has a wedding shower to attend out of town one weekend. We’ll get you in the saddle then.”

It was like riding a wild horse. But that’s another story: Taming Dad’s Butt.