Gay Erotic Stories

And so were these memories I had from my trip in Cliff's truck. Boy…if I ever knew that guy was hot for me ...gosh. I had a smile on y face. It was obvious that nothing would have happened anyway. Cliff reminded me that I was still under legal age… but... (sigh)...what a cock that guy has!!!

I was enjoying a coffee on the front porch, looking at the mountain, while Teece, our purring bloody furry nuisance was as usual; abducting my laps…I was, new here, completely catted… The sun was high in the sky already, and the air, still a bit crisp was getting nicely warmer. It was the beginning of a sunny spring day…squirrels were being loonies in the trees by the road, and to make the scene complete, Rusty and Sara, our two golden retrievers, were sitting by the trees and barking at them... who said that the countryside was a quiet place to live..???

"Peeee-teeer ! " It was Mom calling me, "Phone call from you!"

I rushed indoor, Teece suddenly jumping out of my laps, and as usual, whizzing pass the screen door ahead of me, in case I would lock her outside.

I grabbed the phone, "Allo, Peter speaking."

"Hello sexy boy," said a low voice on the other end. "I still can feel your ass squeezing my cock..." Holy cow, it was Cliff!

"How…gosh. Cliff! How are you? Did you make it all right?"

"Sure did buddy… but I do miss having your mouth around my cock…still okay to go with me to Calgary?"

"Love too. Yeah…don t see why not? When?"

"I got a couple of things to do first, but let’s say…at your place by 11 am? I must be in Calgary no later than tomorrow noon…and you know how the roads are around here.. Don’t forget an ID, for the border."

I got my passport anyway…so…I’ll take it."

"Buddy…can’t wait to fuck you again. I m hard just thinking about it; see ya in a couple of hours." And before I said something else, he hung up.

I was shivering…man…that guy is such a hot dude. Bloody hell…it looked like it would be one of these trips that sound like a treat. Another sex session with Cliff was more than a dream for me…it was fantasy come true. And…now…I could not stand up, as my cock was nastily pressing against my jeans and I was getting obscene in the crotch department. Mom was in the kitchen, finishing filling up in the dishwasher.

"It was Cliff, he s picking me up to go to Calgary with him.. I should be back tomorrow for lunch."

"What ??? Calgary…hey.. Peter…we haven t seen you for a while, and you already go away?"

"Mom…please…he told you about that last week, when he dropped me off. Plus, I do speak French remember, and in Canada it’s useful."

"Not In Calgary !" said Mom sharply "They do speak English in Alberta!.. "Let’s see what your father has to say about that..."

Shit!!! Here we go again…certain things don’t change, do they? That kind of attitude was one of the main reasons why I escaped home as soon as I could…and now…it starts again? Bloody hell...I won t let them trash my chance to get fucked by Cliff again.

"Plus," said Mom hesitantly, "for some reason, I don’t like that man. He might be a nice man, but I’ve heard some rumors about the way he acts while on the road and I don’t like that!"

"MOM! Damn it…what have you heard now? And from who? Some old bigots from church? What did they tell you? The guy is drug abuser? A drunkard?"

Mom cleared her voice,. "Well…not exactly…" she paused for a moment, "No…but you know…I was told he cheats on his wife... Eeeuw !"

I laughed, "Come on Mom… If I was a girl, well, may be there would be a risk, but I mean, look at me, nothing to worry about…I can assure you that... Plus, we drove together already, remember and he was perfectly fine."

At that moment, I heard the back door being pushed in, it was dad.

"Gary," said Mom, "We’ve got to talk! Peter has been asked by Cliff Robertson to go with him to Calgary. I m not too keen at all about that; what do you say?"

Dad looked at me, and then at mom. "Well…" dad paused a moment, "Have you ever been there, son?"

"You mean to Canada?"

"Yes...not to Barney's ranch...ever been to Calgary?"

"No…and I’d love too."

"When are you supposed to be back?"

"Tomorrow…by noon."

Dad looked at mom, "Hey…nothing wrong with that; it’s about time Peter got a bit of a life. Plus, I need you to get me something from Canada. I’ll tell you in a minute…son, have a nice time." YES... I knew dad would say yes. He’s always been on my side, and this time, as usual he stopped Mom putting her claws around me.

I was in my bedroom getting my travel backpack ready when Dad came in. "Hey son, I need to have a chat with you...do you mind?"

"Sure dad, what’s up?"

"Well, it’s just that I wanna make sure you know what to expect with Cliff. I have been told you guys went along great…" he winked at me. I stood there and didn’t know what to say. "What did he…" dad interrupted my thoughts.

"Hey no need to feel embarrassed. Cliff and we call each other and he told me what a great time you guys had."...

"So…”

“My son is such a good cocksucker huh?"

Dad's crotch was getting bigger; I could see it, and dad noticed as well.

“Hold on a second," I blushed. "You know about Cliff and me?"

"Sure do," said Dad. "Well done Son. He could not stop praising your dexterity." dad paused for a moment, went toward the door and locked it. "Do you think you could cope with that?" Dad was caressing himself openly now. His green smiley eyes were X-raying me like if I was a prey. "Let’s see if all the time you were spying at me taking a shower will answer your fantasies."

"You knew?"

"If I knew, well Son, when I step out of the shower, and find some fresh cum on the bathroom floor, what else do you expect? You’re the only boy here…come on…wake up and smell the coffee Peter."

"Dad, I’m so sorry."

"No need to be sorry Son…at least, you know what you are…and that s fine for me." He smiled, "As long as your Mom doesn’t know…you know her."

We both laughed.

"Come on! Let’s see what you’ve learned with Cliff," said dad, unzipping his trousers, and pulling out his swollen cock. Bloody hell--that thing could have hammered a nail in a wall. His cock was hefty, with a nice mushroom head and a very thin scar mid-shaft. Dad was circumcised high and tight…just the way I love cocks.

I came forward him and pulled my clothes down. In no time I was naked as well. Dad, took his tank top off. His hard chest was covered by a fine dusting of auburn cherry wood hair. His cock bush was silky. I was fascinated by his baby maker...

I went on my knees and sucked one of his balls. They were heavy. I noted the slightly bland of salty-sweetness. I let them roll inside my mouth, and paused for a moment... looking at his cock growing slowly thicker. For the first time, I extended my hand and touched the cock that had fucked me into existence. I looked up at Dad and saw him watching me, a look of wonder on his face, his mustached mouth hanging slightly open. I felt his hand on the back of my head and I bent slightly forward, pulling the hardening cock off his hairy, musk smelling stomach.

I opened my mouth and took the big circumcised cockhead into my mouth. I heard him groan deep in his chest as I closed my lips around his cock and traced over the surface with my tongue, noting the variety of flavours that flooded my mouth. I tasted the blandness of his pre-cum, the flavour of his flesh.

"Ooooh yeah, Son," I heard Dad moan, "Suck your daddy's big cock."

I began slowly sliding my mouth up and down his cock, feeling the length of man-met harden and lengthen more and more. I tried to take more and more each time, but with an 8 incher, it’s easier said than done. I had some nasty gagging reflex.. so, I dropped my mouth, licking over the surface, feeling the veins beginning to rise, the urethra beginning to bulge, the mushroom shaped head growing bigger and firmer inside my mouth. I brought my mouth up until only the head was still inside, and I traced the flared edge with my tongue, digging into the slit for the slick, thick nectar that was oozing out. I slid my mouth down, the hardening shaft forcing my jaws wider apart to keep me from scraping his cock with my teeth, I felt the head of his cock against the back of my mouth and I held still, licking at the shaft of his cock.

I felt his hand on the back of my head, pressing me down, trying to force more of his cock into my mouth. The head started to slide inside my throat. Dad groaned, "Easy boy," he instructed, "just take what you can. Don’t force it." I fought for a moment, backing off his cock, still feeling his hand on the back of my head, urging me forward to take his schlong all the way…and what a weapon he had! I took a breath and held it and let my mouth slide down his blood- bloated cock until I felt the firm, pre-cum oozing cockhead press into the entrance of my throat.

Well, I knew how to take a cock all the way to the nuts. My buddy Steve from college gave me some practice on that. I thought about yawning and felt the head of his cock slide into my throat. I saw his big hairy groin coming toward my mouth, feeling my mouth being spread by the thick veiny base of his cockshaft. My lips pressed into the wiry cockbush.

I heard dad groan and felt his furry hands holding my head down and felt the many inches of his cock down my throat. I looked up along his hairy body and saw his chest heaving as he gasped for breath. His mouth hung slack, a small drool of saliva escaping one corner. His eyes were shut, but the look on his face was one of disbelief. His body was coated with the sweat that comes from the exertion of a pending orgasm. I could feel his body tensing and beginning to strain. His legs were straightened. I hefted the set of big gonads in their hairy sac and felt them drawing tight against the base of his cock.

I backed off his cock, letting it slide out of my throat and mouth until only the head remained. I sucked hard at it. i worked the length with my lips sliding along it, moving down to his balls and sucking them before moving back to take the head of his cock again. I worked my mouth up and down the firm thick rod, hearing the grunts and groans. I stopped at the head again, laving it with my tongue. Gosh, His cock was hard! I took a breath and dropped my mouth down the length of his cock, again taking the whole thick 8 inches into the tight confine of my throat.

"Awww fuck, bitch!" Dad suddenly groaned. As if to accent the last word, his breath caught in his chest for a moment and, as it exploded through his clenched teeth, his cock got much wider in my mouth and throat. Dad pulled my head back off his cock but just before the expending, hardening head of his cock slipped out of my throat and back into my mouth. I felt his cock throbbed and his cockhead spitting cum directly into my stomach. My head was filled with the bulk of his cock and I could feel it pulsing and throbbing and jerking and spitting. It was hotter and thicker than before, and hard as an iron bar

I was working to pull more and more of the gushing, thick, hot, man-cream from the massive hose that connected his body to mine. His body worked like a spring, tensing and then relaxing violently as the next gush of cum was shot to be captured in my mouth. It only took a couple of gushes before my mouth was completely full of dad's unbelievable sperm. I swallowed, desperate to keep from loosing s single drop of his cum.

“Ah, fuck!" he gasped and grabbed at the back of my head, pulling me toward his groin. I let myself be pulled, sliding my mouth along the throbbing cock as the head and shaft slid along the thick layer of cum into the mouth of my throat. The shaft was too thick to follow and dad knew it. He did not force his cock deeper, but relaxed as he shot another barrage of sperm ropes down my throat and then backed off again; taking the final gushes and the thick oozing in my mouth. I rolled the flavourful cream over my tongue. I milked his softening cock with my lips and then I swallowed.

Dad’s body collapsed against my bedroom door, his furry chest heaving with laboured breathing. His eyes were closed. His cock softened and I let it out of my mouth. It slapped heavily against his balls, and lay against the silky cock bush. Dad opened one eye and looked at me. He reached out and pulled me to him so that I was against his chest. His furry body against mine, his arms hugging me ever so close to him. I was in heaven

"Boy…that was THE best blow job I’ve ever had! Cliff was right!" Dad kissed me "Son I’ m ever so proud of you. You’re a really fine boy…" Now, get ready as Cliff will be here soon and on your return I’ll check out if what else Cliff said about you is also true."

I looked at dad. He was finishing dressing himself. “What on Earth did he also tell you???”

Dad winked at me, "That you were one hell of a good piece of arse."

To be continued