Gay Erotic Stories

After lunch, we went back into the truck. Soon enough, Cliff was sitting on the passenger seat and I was lying between his legs, slowly sucking more and more of his cock into my mouth and slowly into my throat. He was groaning incoherently, mumbling about how great my lips felt, and what a gifted cock sucker I was. He was rubbing my head and shoulders, watching every move. I could feel and taste the extra thick flow of precum . I pressed the head of his cock into the opening of my throat. I made a slight adjustment in the angle of the downward plunge of my mouth.

"OOOH FUCK! OOH SHIT! OOH... DAMN! TAKE IT ALL, BOY! ....NOW!" Cliff gasped. My lips slid down on his cock to the base and my face was pressed hard against his pubic bone. Cliff grabs my head and held it still. He sat up straight. His entire body was vibrating wildly. Cliff began letting out wild, throaty little grunts that seemed only to punctuate the pulsing of the restricted mushroom shaped cockhead buried deep in my throat. I deep-throated Cliff's cock and soon enough, he shoot his load straight into my belly. I relaxed his hold on my head only when his gushing climax became a thick, fragrant ooze and his cock began to soften. Cliff pulled his cock out of my throat when I began to struggle a bit for breath. My throat was sore...

"Damn, buddy! You did take it all at the end, did you!" Cliff gasped, learning against the door and looking in amazement as the 10 3/4 inches of his bloated but drained cock, shiny with my saliva, slipped from my mouth,."Can’t believe you got it all down your throat--every single fuckin inch!"

I rose up from the seat and Cliff got a funny look on his face as he looked down at my naked groin. I looked down and saw what he did. Once again, I had cum just when he did. The thrill of taking every single inch of his massive thick cock to the balls had set my own climax off. Of course, there was some simulation from the leather like material of the seat. I could only grin sheepishly as we both looked down at the ejaculate I had left.

"Well, I'll be damned! You shot off without even touching your cock. That's amazing!" Cliff said, "I guess buddy, we better get it cleaned up and get on our way,. We still have another 40 minutes journey before we reach your place."

Five minutes later, we were up and running again. Cliff's radio was tuned on some classical channel. Outside it was getting a bit cloudy, the sun was hiding under a thick haze. I bet another thunderstorm was heading our way again.

Finally, we passed the junction that goes toward Whitefish and soon we ended up by the wood in front of the house. Cliff horned twice. Sara and Rusty rushed outside in the driveway, barking and jumping…oh, I could see dad's car, but did not see Mom's. Cliff turned the engine off. I took my backpack and stepped outside. Dad came out of the garage, all sweaty. He was wearing only a baggy pair of shorts and some old flip-flops. His broad hairy chest was shining with sweat.

"Hi guys. Welcome back. Wanna get a coffee. The pot’s still on."

"Hi, Gary. No thanks buddy. Ain’t got that much time. I still have a bit of a journey to do, and also, wanna get some rest. I’ve only got tomorrow off and will have to go all the way to Portland on Thursday. But thanks anyway. .Guys, I shall go; Gary, ring me and let’s catch up one of these days...okay? Peter, thanks a lot for everything. I shall ring that surgeon and will call you again for an appointment okay? But do it. You’ll love it later. Trust me buddy. It sure was great to have you on board, and thanks a lot for that!” Cliff winked at me and casually grabbed his crotch, outlining his beefy cock. Dad noticed it and smiled.

"I hope I shall have a complete and detailed report on that trip, son," said Dad, patting my butt.

We stood in the path by the house, while Cliff ignited the engine of his truck, and drove away. I was feeling fine but a bit shattered by the excess of road. Surprisingly, my arse was not burning as bad as before, The only problem was these annoying noisy winds I was releasing…pushing outside all the air that had been pumped inside my bowels by Cliff and Michel. I went upstairs, put my bag on my bedroom, opened the window to get some fresh air in, and took dad's cockring with me. I headed downstairs. Dad was in the garage, finishing working on the lawn mower.

"Where's Mom?" I asked, leaning against the car.

"Oh. She had to go to Missoula this morning, to see Aunt Doreen. They were supposed to go to a church rally…not sure about what this time. I think against abortion and or same sex wedding…one of those nonsense causes. She won’t be back until tomorrow…that should give us some time to catch up." Dad winked at me and smiled,. "Listen, son. I’ll be done here in 10 minutes; can you go to the barn and grab some wood? We may need it later, as they announced some thunderstorms. Also, do make sure that the padlock is properly put in place okay? Just double check the door. Recently, your Mom did not lock it properly and when I got inside, the next morning, I saw some fox foot prints on the ground. Bet they slept in there..."

"Okay dad. I’ll do that, I’m gonna go and read on the front port. Oh, by the way…I got what you wanted."

Dad smiled, "Good boy, I won’t be long. Your mom is away so feel free to put yourself at ease okay?"

I went upstairs, and dropped my T shirt and trousers. I put on my red shorts and grabbed my old snickers. I went through the kitchen, nicked a can of cream soda out of the fridge and went on the front porch…and as usual, not even did I have time to sit on one of the recliners, that Teece, that purring nuisance jumped on my lap. Bloody kitty!

Yes, the air was getting humid and stuffy. The sun had now disappeared under a thick layer of clouds. Everything was still, like if even the air was not moving. Rusty and Sara came towards me, and I ended up with Teece on my lap and two Golden Retrievers' heads on my legs. Did you ever try to pet two dogs, at the same time, with a bloody nuisance purring on your lap? Well, that was a bit of an ordeal. I have to say. I was completely dogged and catted when Dad appeared.

"Done,.finito!" he wiped the sweat out of his forehead. "Let me take a shower, I’ll be right back."

Dad walked by me, and I could smell his soft perspiration. Nothing acid or stinky…just a smell of musk and amber. I know It does not make any sense at all, but I swear that’s what dad smelled like. I kept playing with the pets for a while, until Sara eventually decided to chase a bunny she spotted, crossing the driveway, and heading behind the barn toward the vegetable garden. Rusty followed her, and I ended up, with Teece, still all curled up on my lap and purring while she rubbed her heard against my fingers. I heard the screen door being pushed and dad joined me, in his naked glory, drying his hair with a towel. His burly physique still wet with water, his hairy chest was shining with droplets of water, and his hefty cock and balls were slapping against one another. Fuck! He was very nicely hung indeed! He had a big glass of coke in his hand, he stroked my head and took the other recliner.

"Well son, show me what you brought for me," he said.

I extracted the cock ring out of my pocket. "Hey son, no need to be shy here. Your mom's not here, so feel free to put yourself at ease…okay?" Dad grabbed my shorts and pulled then down. I stepped out of it and sat back, naked, as was my dad. With a small difference…that Dad did not have a stupid kitty trying to jump back on his lap and digging his claws on his crotch, pubic and genitals. "Ouch… Damn Teece! Get away! Yiik, she hurt me!" Thanks heaven, I was not bleeding.

"Not bad," said Dad looking at the cock ring I got him in Calgary, "that’s exactly what I wanted. Did Cliff help you out to choose it?"

"No. He did not. In fact, I went in that sex shop by myself. Oh, damn, I owe you 5 dollars and 27 cents back. I’ve left the change in my backpack."

"No worries about that son," said Dad, adjusting his cock and balls. "So, how was that trip, did you get some nice sex? I bet Cliff did fuck your arse beyond your wildest dreams."

"Oh yes, he did…" I smiled, "but he’s such a nice guy, dad. It’s amazing the knowledge he has. When we were in Calgary, he did show me all the main points of interest of the city, and he explained me about their history. You know what I mean; he has such a knowledge, .it’s amazing."

"I know He graduated with a BA from...huh...can t remember which college. Not even sure what kind of BA. He did pass, but I know he's got one. So, tell me…how was the sex? I noticed that you’re walkin’ a bit funny ..."

"Great, but man--that guy is hung like a bull. Just unbelievable...never seen anything like that in my young life." Dad took a long gulp of his drink, and patted my leg, "I hope I can believe that you haven’t seen that much of men’s cock yet son. But yes, I know what you mean. He is impressive. Mind you, I saw once in the army, a black guy from Alabama. Man…I swear that guy was over the 13 inch mark…just amazing."

"Whoa…did you get a chance to play with it?"

"Play with that dick? Son, you must be joking! No way. That would have dragged me in biiiiiig troubles if I did something like that…no. The army was quite homophobic at that time…being gay was a case for dishonorable discharge. Don’t forget that."

"Dad, can I ask you something?"

"Sure Son. What’s bothering you?"

"It’s not bothering me, but I’m just wondering how long have you been playing with men?"

"You mean with Cliff? He’s the only one I’ve been having sex with...well…" Dad scratched his moustache. "I would say more or less 20 years now… Yeah…since we relocated in Lockwood. We started playing when we both went fishing together..."

"What about Mom in that story?"

"What about her?"

"Hold on a second …Dad...does she know what’s going on? Are you doing it behind her back? Where does she stand in that story?"

"Son, that’s a bit of an overly inquisitive question here, and I’m not too keen on the way you asked it…okay? But well, to answer your query, your Mom and I still enjoy a nice sex life, and no, she does not know about me fooling around with Cliff."

"Dad…a nice sex life? Hold on a second. Many, many times, I’ve heard Mom turning you down because she had one of her famous migraines, and I’ve caught you jerking off in the living room a couple of timse... Hey…dad…you know, I’m not a kid anymore... you can speak up the truth with me."

"Yes Peter, you’re right; sorry. No...your mom is not interested in sex any longer and I do suffer badly from that situation. But, what can I say, she is a lovely woman, full of qualities and at the end of the day, that lack of sex is only a drop of ink in a fully happy relationship. And I still do love her deeply."

I went close and kissed dad, "I love you Dad; be happy!" I kissed him first on his cheek and then on his mouth. I caught him by surprise and he had a bit of a shock, before opening his lips and kissing me in return. Our tongues twirled and mingled together…dad put his hairy arms around me…I was where I wanted to be.

Dad released his grip and looked at me…his cock was a bit more plump than before. “Oh. by the way, what 's that story about seeing a surgeon ? Is there anything I should know here? You’re not sick are you?"

"No dad. It’s just that Cliff suggested me to get circumcised. We were wondering why I did not get clipped when I was a baby."

"In fact, it’s my fault son. Your, mom wanted to get that done at your birth, like the surgeon wanted to, but, I put my veto, and thought that it would be nice for you to have a choice, and decide later whether your preferred staying intact or getting clipped. Why were you talking about that anyway?"

"Because I realised that I was turned on by a nice circumcised cock, showing a lovely mushroom-shaped head…and Cliff asked me how come I was intact. So, what do you think?"

"Think..about what?"

"Me, getting clipped..."

"Oh…that ... well. I can’t say yes or no, it’s really your choice Peter. I can’t influence you in anyway on that topic. Hygienically speaking it’s a great thing, now as far as sexually speaking…you should have asked Cliff. He got it done as an adult. He could have told you about the difference. See, me… I can’t; I’ve been cut all my life, never experienced sex with a foreskin."

"We did talk about it, and he said it was ever so much better…"

"Go to see a urologist or that surgeon he mentioned to you. Have a chat with the guy and see what he has to say about that…but. if you wanna get cut, yes, sure…no problem for me... and that would certainly please your mother."

Suddenly, the wind picked up and a minute later, it started to rain. No thunder but heavy rain and the wind was blowing more or less horizontally. Dad and I rushed to the garage. shutting the windows of the car, and the windows of the barn and garage, locking Sara and Rusty inside the barn, before rushing indoors shutting all the windows of the house. It was pouring badly now. The sky was getting very dark…but no lightning. Teece was asleep on the chimney mantel.. Dad started the fire in the chimney while I grabbed his towel to dry myself. I took our outdoors shoes, which were covered with red mud and place them on an old newspaper and laid them flat by the fire place to dry.

Dad went behind me and put his arms around my waist. "Son, it’s raining. There‘s not much we can do outdoors. But, there’s something I’m dying to do indoors, if you want, that is? He removed his right hand from my chest and put it on my arse, letting his fingers getting closer to my arse hole. His thumb was thick and wet, and Dad was caressing my hole. I shivered and let a loud moan escape my throat. I could feel dad's breath against my neck, and his cock, swollen and hot was rubbing against my arse crack

"Oooooooh dad... please, don t stop! Pleaaaaaase…don t stop" I moaned, feeling weak on my legs.

"I don’t wanna stop that, son.. In fact, I’m dying to go even further, if I may?"

"Dad..." I whispered.

"Yes, son..." I could feel Dad's hand gently twisting my nipple, and his moustache tickling the back of my neck.

"Please... kiss me.”

Dad turned me and put is lips on mine. His breath was minty and fresh. I let my head rests in his hands while his tongue was gently caressing my mouth. "I want to fuck your butt, son. Would you like that? Would you let me fuck your arse? Feel my big cock inside you?" Whispered dad in my mouth, before kissing me again.

I opened my arms and crushed my body against his. My swollen cock was now crushed between his furry belly, his hard cock and my smooth skin. I was in heaven. I muttered "Yes…please dad, fuck me! Pleaaaaaase fuck my arse!!!"

Dad released his embrace and took me by the hand. His cock was now hard and sticking straight in front of his pubes. Dad’s man cock was not as big nor as thick as Cliff’s, but it has a lovely shape, and I loved his cockhead, looking like a nice ripe mushroom. Dad pushed me down on the white polar bear skin that lies in front of the fire place. Outside it was getting darker now, and some lightning could be seen. A clap of thunder was rolling in the mountains, the rain was slamming against the windows and it was nice and cozy inside the house. Dad quickly turned all the electric candles that we have by the windows and joined me on the bear skin. I was caressing my cock, looking at his magnificent features. Boy…I have been blessed by a great and good looking father.

The dense shadows on dad's hairy body magnified his strength and physique more than usual. His cock seemed so amazingly big standing out from his hairy groin. The head of his cock was shiny with smeared precum.

"Get on your belly," said dad in a low, guttural voice. I did as he said, turning my head so that I could watch him. He got between my legs, and grabbing a cushion from an armchair, lifted my hips and slid it under me, letting me down. His eyes were sparkling with lust. The fire was cracking in the fireplace, and the look in his eyes was adding to the sensuality of the moment. Outside, a bright lightning followed by a deafening clap of thunder reminded us that the weather was getting wild as well.

Dad then came up over me and I felt his heavy cock nestle between the cheeks of my arse like a frankfurter in a hot dog bun. I felt his weight pressing down on me and his soft body hair caressing my back. His arms were beside me and he was holding onto my shoulders. "So... you really think you want your old man to fuck your butt, do you?" he whispered, gently biting my neck, his breath warning the base of my hair. He pressed his cock a bit more against my arse hole. He was beginning to move slowly on top of me, moving his cock back and forth between my arse cheeks . "You REALLY think you want my big old cock up your arse?"

"Oh Fuck… Yeah, Dad!" I answered. Everything I was feeling was now being concentrated in my balls and arse.

"So, you do like cocks up your butt, Is that right son?"

"Yes Sir!"

"You wanna feel your Dad's thick cock inside your butt... is that what you want? You want me to fuck you until I cum inside you? You want that?"

"Yeah Dad!" I answered. I was really getting into the mood. I was beginning to writhe under him, moving in a futile attempt to get his cock inside me. "Dad, fuck me…please!"

"That's all I wanted to hear…get up on your knees."

Dad rose up off me and let me up onto my knees. He pressed on my shoulders near my neck until my head and shoulders were again lying on the furry bearskin underneath. I realised that he wanted an open shot at my arse. I felt his work-roughened hands on my arse hole, rubbing something slick. I felt his thick fingers probing at the puckered hole. I grunted as I suddenly felt his thumb pushed inside. He was finger fucking me…and I loved it. I was now purring like a cat in heat, wiggling my arse against dad's thumb. Dad withdrew his thumb, and I felt the slickness of more lube as he applied it to the puckered opening to my bowels. He gently inserted his finger, rotating it around to coat the entire inside the best he could. He finger-fucked me again for a short time with one thick finger and then added a second and then a third, stretching me, probing as deep inside me as possible.

"That will do," Dad grunted, "I like a tight arse against my cock. Don't wanna open yours too much!" I could not help myself as I moved back to meet his probing fingers. I looked back between my legs and I saw his cock was hard, thicker than before, and proudly standing out of his hairy bush, his wide cockhead leaking precum over the bearskin rug. It looked so much bigger than what I remembered from the blow job I gave him yesterday... I questioned whether or not I really would take all that inside my arse. Stupid question, really. If I did take the whole of Cliff's cock, I would have no worries to accommodate that one.

Convinced that I was ready to take on his heavy cock, Dad pulled his fingers from my arse. I heard him spit and looked back to see him smearing saliva over the massive cock that he was going to use to fuck my welcoming bowels. I felt him cover me, fingers of one hand spreading my arse cheeks as he guided the lubed and ready length of his man cock to my hole. I felt the slickness press against the opening. It sure felt big. I tensed up.

"Relax," he said, "Just relax and it'll slide right on in there.. You're ready Son. You do want it, don't you? "

"Yeah, daddy" I muttered, "Fuck me."

"Okay ! Push back on it," he said, pressing the head of his cock harder into my arse. I guess I was ready because his cock slid into my arse almost too easily. One long, slow thrust sent every inch into me and his body pressed against mine. Dad bent forward, pushing at the same time his cock even deeper inside my arse, and bit my neck. We both groaned and he held still for a moment

"I was sure you could take it, son," he said, "and Man, Cliff must have fucked you good. I still can feel some of his sperm in there son, you’ve got a great arse. So fuckin' hot and tight. Like a glove. Hmmm... Oooooh Fuck… Gonna fuck you son... Fuck you deep and slow."

Dad grunt his cock around in my arse and then began slowly pumping it in and out, using a strong, deliberate rhythm. Every now and then he would shift slightly to change the direction of the thrusts, teasing every part of my bowels. He used my hips as handles to pull my arse to him. His heavy balls swung up to slap at my own with every forward fuck-thrust. He changed direction again, as though he was searching for something. He knew he had found it when he jammed his cock forward and I jerked and gasped for breath. I saw stars. Every rub of his cock over that magic button set off fireworks in my mind. I was moaning loudly, fisting my drooling cock to the same pace as his fuck. My insides felt as though they were melting.

Dad reached under me, and pushing my hand away from my dick, grabbed my drooling cock in one big rough hand and my balls in the other, working them in unison with his fuck rhythm. I was groaning and writhing in the most fantastic pleasure I had ever experienced. It was 100% pure sexual lust. I showed my arse up to meet every thrust. I looked up at his face and saw something strictly sexual, intense and very hot. His eyes seemed to burn in the dim light of the fire and the window candles.

"Fuck me dad..." I grunted "Ream me out good.”

Dad became like a beast, and slammed into me harder, picking up the speed and force of his thrusts. I grabbed my legs and pulled them back farther, opening my arse to his cock. He slid even deeper into me and I moaned like a slut in heat. He was fucking me hard and fast. His balls were pulled up tight no longer swinging free. His breathing was hard and laboured. His hairy body was beginning to tense and strain. I could feel my own load of cum building up.

"Daaaad ! I 'm gonna cum!" I gasped.

He never broke rhythm in any way. He thrust his cock in and out of me hard. He squeezed my balls. He stroked my cock. He wanted me to cum.

"Shoot your load, son!” he said in a low, demanding voice. "Gi'me every drop. Shoot it out son. Cum for Daddy!"

As if to answer his demand, my body tensed up and he thrust harder. I was panting hard, moaning deep. I was getting dizzy; everything seemed to concentrate right in my nuts and cock. I could feel my own heart pounding in my chest, feeling like if it was going to explode. "Daaaaaaaaad ! I’m cumminng NOW!" I gasped.

A second later, as though my entire body had gone crazy, I was shooting out in load in hard, thick jets. Dad seemed to squeeze my nuts and every squeeze was answered by another gush of cum and he was smearing it all over my crotch, coating me totally. At the same time, he was still drilling my arse. His cock felt thicker, longer and harder and he was really slamming his meat home. He thrust one final, savage time into me and I felt his wide cockhead spasming up my arse as he let out a roar like a lion.

Dad collapsed full on top of me and we remained like that for a long time, both of us jerked by aftershocks. My cock was still in his cum-smeared hand, going limp, and his cock was still up my arse, softening slowly. He started to pull out once but I clamped down on his meat with my rectal muscles and he lay still."

"You don't want to let go your toy. Don’t you boy?" Dad kissed my neck "Yep. You are one GREAT fuck indeed. I’m damn proud of you, my boy," he whispered. He lay there a while longer. I could feel his cock getting softer inside me. Finally my own muscles involuntary eased the thick slab out. He rolled off me and onto his back. I turned my head and he grabbed it between his hands and we kissed again.

"Do you wanna sleep with me tonight Son?" he kissed me again and rubbed his thumb against my arse. His cum was leaking out of my insides onto my butt cheeks. "I sure would love to fuck you again this evening and tomorrow morning?" His cock jumped with spasmodic after wave.

"Yes dad…anything for you. I wanted to do that for such a long time. Dad.thanks for making an old fantasy of mine come true."

Dad kissed me again. I locked my eyes in his. I felt full and wonderfully content.

The end