Gay Erotic Stories

Tony and I continued our friendship, and our extra-curricular activities, through junior and senior high school. We decided that we needed to date a little as a cover for our own special relationship, so we did. Usually it was a double date. We rarely dated the same girl more twice, except when we switched dates. That got us four dates with just two girls then we’d dump them both.

No one suspected that we were lovers. We got enough time in each other’s arms on our own time that we didn’t have to act like lovers in public.

We still fantasized about our fathers and decided that if we could not actually have sex with them, we would just touch them as often as we could and anywhere that we could.

My Dad was a real handyman and was always fixing things around the house. Often he needed help holding things and such and I was only too happy to help.

When Dad worked around the house or in the yard, he would wear a baggy old pair of shorts without any underwear and work boots. Nothing else. No shirt to cover that glorious fur on his chest.

Whether he was building a fence, planting a tree or renovating the kitchen, I was right there - lending him a hand, or an elbow or a eye or a nose. Seeing, smelling and touching any part of him that I thought I could get away with. Which, as it turned out, was pretty much everything.

If I had to hold a ladder for him, I would look up the leg of his baggy shorts and stare at his cock and balls. If he wasn’t too far up the ladder, I could work my nose around to smell his balls or his ass depending on how he was standing on the ladder. If he were a little further up the ladder, I’d hold his legs to steady him. So what if I ran my hands up his legs to where I was going to actually hold him. If he needed to reach out from the ladder, he’d want me to be just one step below him with my arms around him to steady him. I never refused to hug my near-naked, sweat-dripping, hairy hunk of a father.

If we were working in a tight space, I’d wedge my body into the area with his and press whatever part of my body that came in contact with him against whatever it was touching. My crotch against his leg - better yet, his crotch against my leg with my hand in his armpit and my armpit in his face, with my face against his ass. Whatever!

If I saw a bead of sweat rolling down his body, I’d lick it off, if at all possible, or catch it in my hand and then lick it off.

I was just soooo helpful!

Meanwhile Tony was doing the same things with his Dad.

If either Dad had a big job that required both of us to help, so much the better. We’d just gang up on the poor man and he’d have been all but raped by the time the job was finished.

Neither father seemed to object to the attention so we just continued - getting a little bolder as we grew older.

When we were alone together, we were either making love or scheming to get one or the other of our fathers into bed.

We were just about to turn 18 and become legal. At that point, at least the age barrier would be out of the way. Okay, so it was still “incest”. But it would be incest between two consenting adults. All we had to do was get them to consent.

Graduation was coming up. Tony’s birthday was two days before grad, so we decided grad night would be the night.

To be continued...