Gay Erotic Stories

My parents lived halfway across the country so I only saw them on major holidays, and usually only when I went to visit them. I didn't have a living arrangement for that. I was renting a room in a large three story house owned by a lovely older couple, Jon and Barbra.

About 10 years ago, after Jon retired, they began renting out their three extra bedrooms for college students as an extra source of income. The rooms were cheaper than dorms and apartments, but being a permanent guest in their home meant I didn't feel comfortable entertaining guests of my own - but that was fine by me being as shy as I am.

Being 19, I hoped I would grow to be more outgoing with college, but as it is, my day consists of waking up, rushing to my classes, and coming back home where Barbra will offer to make me dinner, or invite me to join her and Jon. Sometimes I accept but usually I make my own later, as I don't want to impose. Last year, two other college students lived with us, but then they both graduated and so far this year, I've been the only one so it has been quiet.

Jon and Barbra are both very nice so I don't mind talking with them, even though they're both in their early 70s. I've sometimes wondered if they know about my being gay. It has never come up but they've said things during my time here that have hinted at their knowing it. Neither of them seem like they would have a problem with it, but it has never come up.

I've only had a few sexual experiences, all with guys, and all hand jobs or blow jobs with other guys my age. Online hook ups, usually. I've never had a boyfriend. I would like one...someday.

Despite being shy, I am confident in my looks. I'm about 5'8, light brown hair, brown eyes, average body build. I've been told I have the face of a twink and the body of an otter: a little hairy and a little chubby.

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It was a cold February Tuesday afternoon. Classes ended early for me on Tuesdays so as usual I made my way back home. Like most days, Jon was in the living room on the couch reading his newspaper and Barbra was in the back doing laundry. I sat in the living room with Jon on the opposite chair, mostly to be polite, but also because Jon was always so interesting to talk to.

"How were classes today?" he asked.

"Pretty good," I responded. "Mid terms are coming up so we have begun preparing for those in most of them."

He told me an anecdote about his college days, usually with a funny twist to them.

He continued reading the paper when he came across an article about levels of sexual activity between older married couples.

"It's true, you know," he said, after commenting on the headline.

"Oh?" was my obligatory response, not wanting to pry.

"Yeah. Barb and I haven't had sex in over 15 years." He didn't seem embarrassed to talk about it, nor did he notice my embarrassment of the subject. "We've tried over the years but gave up. My tools don't work well and she didn't seem to enjoy it. We're fine with it."

I didn't say nothing, but nodded in acknowledgement as he continued with his page.

"I'm sure she hasn't seen a boner since," he added, almost humorously but with a sense of guilt. "Sometimes I wish she could, you know, even just once."

I sit still. Not knowing what to say.

"I'd be okay with it. I just wouldn't know how to go about it, you know? She's far too proper to do it herself."

I know he's not hinting toward me - that's not the type of man Jon is - but at the same time, I feel a sense of responsibility, being a strapping young man staying in their home. Maybe Barbra would like to see my boner?

"Well," I say, almost in a whisper, "I could help, maybe."

Jon continues eying the newspaper but glances up at me. "Yeah?"

"Yeah. I mean, I'd be okay with it if both of you are..."

The thought of it suddenly hits me. It might even count as exhibition or voyeurism or something. Both are things I fantasize about a lot. I may not like females and I may not have ever considered older people, to be naked is a whole other story.

Jon puts his paper down. "Well, son. That'd be really nice of ya. You could give us a show if you'd like."

"Sure," I blurt out, just as I realize he meant for both of them.

He calls out to his wife: "Barb!"

"Yeah?" she calls back.

Within a few seconds, she comes in. "Sorry, just finished laundry. Hi Paul," she says to me.

Barb sits on the couch next to Jon.

"Paul and I have a surprise for you," and he winks at me.

Not really knowing how to start, but already feeling a stir in my pants, I reply, "uhh, yeah. Something I want to show you that I think you'd like."

Barb stays on the couch with a confused but excited look on her face. She's a small woman, early 70s, not your typical grandmother type. She keeps her eyes on me as I stand.

"Come closer," motions Jon. He's sitting next to his wife, mid 70s, mostly round, mostly bald, with a white beard. Not quite Santa but if he had a red suit, he could pull it off.

I stand directly in front of them as Barbra looks at my face, confused. She looks at Jon whose eyes are on my bulge, then she turns back and looks too.

She lets out a quiet gasp as her eyes widen and the corners of her mouth turn up ever so slightly into a barely noticeable smile.

I take this to mean she's interested, so I pull my shirt up, exposing my lightly hairy belly. Then I undo the top button of my jeans, pull down the zipper, and let my pants fall to the floor. I step out of them, standing in my light blue briefs, which bug my round butt and bulge very nicely.

Jon nods at my shirt, so I take that off too, revealing my chest to them for the first time ever.

Barbra looks at Jon, who nods, and she approvingly nods back.

"Would I like to touch?" I ask her quietly.

She nods at me and reaches out her hand, the tips of her index and middle finger touching the bulge. It jumps at her touch.

"Go ahead," I tell her.

She leans forward, and with both hands, places her fingers inside the waistband and slowly pulls down the front, revealing my hard, 7 inch uncircumcised boner.

My briefs fall to my feet as she gently touches my hard dick. I lean closer to her to let my balls hang down so she can feel those. Her hands move down to cup my balls, taking in every sensation with her finger tips.

Jon is leaning back with his arm on the back of the couch, enjoying the view himself, watching his wife fondle a horny teenager.

"Taste it," he says to her.

She hesitates, looking up at me, and I nod.

Barbra leans in, opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue, meeting the exposed end of my dick. Slowly, she lets it go into her mouth, her tongue peeling back my foreskin.

My eyes close by reflex as I let out a quiet moan before I stop myself.

"You're doing good," Jon says as he leans closer, inches away from my naked body.

Barbra's head begins to bob slowly with most of my dick going in and out of her mouth. She reaches her hands up and places each on my butt cheeks.

A few minutes passes before she lets my dick go. She leans back, my dick standing straight ahead pointing directly at her face.

"So nice," she says to me. "I haven't done that in so long."

Jon smiles. "Mind if I try?" he says.

"Go ahead," I say. I'm liking being the centre of this attention.

He sits up, lips an inch away from my shiny wet cock head, hesitating before going further.

"I've never done this before," he says, his warm breath blowing on my hot dick.

He opens his mouth, sticks his tongue out so my dick is laying on it, and slowly moves in. I can feel his beard tickle my balls and moustache tickle my bare pubic area.

As his tongue and lips caress my dick, Barbra reaches one hand up to rub my chest while her other fondles my balls.

"Can I make you cum?" she asks me.

I nod, enjoying her husband's warm mouth doing a fine job already.

He pulls off, leaving my dick covered in his spit.

"Lie down on the dining room table," she tells me, and both her and Jon stand up and walk me over to it.

I get up on the table and lie on my back. She spits in her hand and rubs it on my dick. Jon offers up some of his own and together, they take turns jerking me off, playing with my balls, rubbing my belly and pinching my nipples.

"I want to taste your cum," she says as she pumps, faster.

I start to moan again, this time louder as I can feel myself getting closer.

Barbra's eyes are focused on my cock as she jerks it, moving my foreskin up and down, exposing my big red knob with each pump.

Then I shoot.

The first load takes everyone by surprise, including myself, as it lands on the table next to my head. The second load hits my chest and neck, and the third and fourth land on my belly. Barbra stops jerking but keeps her hand wrapped around my dick, as cum oozes out and down over it.

After half a minute, she finally lets go and my dick flops onto my belly. She moves closer to me, rubbing her hand over the globs of spunk that landed on me, fascinated.

"Try some," Jon tells her.

She puts her hand to her mouth, smelling the sticky globs on her fingers, and tastes it. Jon runs his finger through the cum at the base of my dick and puts it in his mouth.

"You're a fine young man," he says, as Barbra sits at the table, observing the naked and cum-covered boy laying atop of it.

Clearly, she agreed!