Gay Erotic Stories

At age 18, I had begun to grow dark patches of hair on my chest and legs, that made me kinda insecure around my dad. See, Liam Conway, was a hunk of a man.

Working in construction, he had developed a muscled built and a deep tan that made the tattoos swirling around his massive biceps seem pale in comparison. Thick black hair, now at 38 slowly graying at the temples, and dark soft hair all over his body made him a dream guy to drool over. Which I did. In secret. He was my dad, after all.

What I liked best about him, though, was his kindness. His open ear to a teenagers' dramas, even when I knew how much stress his construction business put on him. So I met this year's cabin trip with mixed feelings. On the hand one, I was grateful dad took the time to spend a couple of days with me again. On the other hand, I knew full well that our time by the lake meant lots of skinny dipping and horsing around in shorts - if we wore any at all. Most other cabins round that lake were owned by elderly people who rarely took the time to be there in the heat of summer.

I looked down at the dark hair on my lower arm, as dad steered the jeep confidently through the bumps on the forest road. My own muscles had developed too, most recently because I helped dad set up a family home as a summer job. Yeah, I know. Working for your own dad in summer usually sucks. But I liked it. Besides, it helped me finally gain some pounds. A couple of people even had commented on how dad and I looked alike. Like father, like son. And wasn't that the greatest honor?

My eyes swiveled over to dad's heavily muscled forearms steering the wheel. Dark hair covered his arm and moved all the way up his biceps. He only wore a sleeveless gym shirt that left plenty of his chest visible, where dark swirls of hair rivaled for dominance with intricate patterns of ink.

Looking down a bit, I could see dad's muscular legs, clad only in jeans cut-offs - which, people told me, made him look like a hooker, but apparently people actually wore these in construction. Long story short. He was a stud. He turned his head towards me, his aviator shades hiding the expression in his eyes. I was blushing heavily and rubbed my knees together, the hair on my legs scraping against each other, making me uncomfortably aware why I wasn't looking forward to our cabin trip this time.

"Everything alright, bud?", dad said and patted my hairy knee, the way he had done thousands of times before.

"Sure dad." I looked out the side of my window.

"You seem like something's bothering you. You tired of camping with your old man? You probably got a tons of friends you'd rather be with than me.", he said, looking back out front, leaving his hand on my knee.

"Nah, I'm grateful you still take me to the lake. I know how rarely you get time off these days." I looked over to him and felt the warmth of his hand on my knee. "I really appreciate it."

Dad smiled, white teeth like diamonds in his tanned face. I liked how his wrinkles formed laugh lines around his eyes. He sure was a guy who liked to laugh. If only he had more opportunities to show them.

With a final pat, he put his hand back on the wheel. Damn. I missed his large paw immediately.

The cabin was as I remembered it. We hadn't been there the year before, traveling to Florida instead on dad's short days off, so I felt a strange nostalgia watching the place through the eyes of an 18 year old.

The lakeshore with its countless shimmering pebbles, forming shallow bays in the bright sunlight, where warm water got held back, was as inviting as in my memories. I thought back to the days when I had been a small boy, playing with dad in the warm water. Those were happier days. Back when dad's partner Cliff was still alive. Cliff sometimes accompanied us on those trips and I loved watching dad's eyes glow with happiness when they looked at each other.

Cliff, however, is gone. And dad tried to run their company by himself these days. I wish I was more of a help for him instead of an 18 year old about to head off to college, costing him even more cash he couldn't afford.

"Hey bud! You coming?" I heard dad yell from the cabin.

Yeah, right. The luggage wasn't going to carry itself inside. It was amazing how much stuff we always brought, considering we used to spend most days without clothes.

The cabin was dark when I entered. I listened, but couldn't make out any noise. Where had dad gone?

"Gotcha!", a meaty arm grabbed me from behind, spinning in the air. The travel bags I carried fell to the ground and I squeaked like a five year old.

"Let go off me, dad!", I struggled, but his grip was a vice. He had shed his muscle shirt in the cabin and his hairy chest rubbed against my t-shirt clad back. I smelled his manly scent of sweat and Old Spice, as well as a new fragrance he must have used as deodorant. I instantly grew hard.

A few well meant kicks to his shins and he let go off me, laughing and throwing a bathing towel over my head.

"Last in the lake's got dinner duty tonight!"

He rushed past me and out the door. When I tore the towel off my head, I could see him shedding his cut offs, his meaty hairy glutes flexing in the sunshine, as dad jumped into the lake, heads-on.

I got out of my t-shirt and cargo shorts and wrapped the towel around my waist, slowly walking to the lakeshore. Dad emerged from the water, splashing an arc of sparkling water into the air, glittering in the sunlight like diamonds. His black hair was plastered to his head, and his pale blue eyes regarded me curiously, sliding lower to where a towel hid my growing hard-on.

"You got shy in front of me, Kev?", he laughed, his even set of teeth glistening in the sun like a fashion catalogue model's. "You got nothing I ain't seen a thousand times before."

I blushed again and decided to just go with the flow. I dropped the towel and stood by the edge of the water, naked, and feeling my dad's eyes on me. I looked down at my hairy chest, skin still slightly tanned from working with dad this summer, but in my crotch my thick, black pubes were the only color in my tan line. My cock lay nestled underneath my thick bush of hair and growing more and more interested. "You've grown up, Kev", came dad's appraising comment after watching me what felt like countless heartbeats.

I jumped into the water and swam up to him. Dad stood in the shallow water, submerged up to his nipples. When I stopped in front of him, I could see his mischievous smile again and knew it was too late. His big arms embraced me and tugged me underwater. Dad's weight pulled me under, but as always, I wasn't scared. He submerged with me a moment later. I had managed to wriggle around in his arms, his hairy abs now flexing softly and warm against my bare back in the cold water. He stroked my chest, tugging at the hair under his fingertips.

"You're growing as hairy as your old man, son.", he joked. When his fingers caught on my erect nipples, a jolt went through my body and my dick went rock hard, thankfully under water.

"Uh-huh." I didn't quite know what to say to that.

Dad laughed again and let go of me all of a sudden. "You know what else you liked to play in the water when you were a kid?

I had no idea, but I knew it was only a rhetorical question. Dad suddenly grabbed my thighs and lifted me up, so my body was floating on the surface in front of him, causing my erect cock to jut out of the water and grazing his stubbly chin. I was grateful the water hid any traces of precum that might have leaked from the tip of my cock and the trail of moisture on dad's cheek was merely the result of my cock being wet. I hoped.

"Oh." Dad remarked dumbly and I freed myself clumsily from his grip to regain a less embarrassing position.

"I should go make dinner.", I mumbled and waded back to the shore, sure never to be able to look my dad in the eyes again.

"Hey bud, you know the rules! Sun screen for your dad, then barbecue", he joked after me. I blushed again, willing my cock to finally go down. It had been a custom of ours to dry off on a towel in the sun with me applying sun screen on his back. Of course, he hadn't forgotten about that. Wasn't massaging the tight hairy muscles of my hunky dad just the right thing I needed to rescue myself from further embarrassment?

I watched dad slowly walk out of the water towards the soft moss covered lakeshore, where he spread out his towel, bending over deep while doing so and giving me a spectacular view of his hairy ass and the dark crevice that even I had not yet had seen this closely. He looked back at me, smiling and threw me a bottle of sunscreen, oblivious to my still present boner, as I stood naked next to him.

"You know the drill bud." Dad lay down on his belly, folded his arms in front of his face and closed his eyes. I did know the drill. The drill was me sitting on dad's lower back and slowly massaging sun screen into this skin.

I shrugged. I had done it countless times before. Why should now be any different? I stepped over dad and carefully settled my weight on the top of his ass, my boner still hard enough not to graze the hair on dad's back yet. Hey, maybe the erection was a good thing, for a change. I put a large glob of sun screen on my hands, warmed it between my palms and started massaging dad's biceps and worked my way back to his spine. I liked how the hair was trimmed there. Dad wasn't a total bear after all.

He hummed softly and I kept on massaging his back, my torso slipping slowly lower, until my cock was literally above dad's ass crack.

Dad's breathing was deep and I knew he was asleep. This moment felt like a life changer. My gorgeous dad, the man I've been having wet dreams about was lying underneath me. Naked. Asleep. I wasn't going to say helpless, because he certainly wasn't. So what was the harm in me feeding my curiosity a little when nobody - AKA my dad - was looking?

I decided to experiment a bit and spread his ass checks carefully apart, revealing a pink little pucker within a dense ring of dark black hair. I had seen porn clips where guys used their tongues on their partner's asses. I looked up casually and when I was sure that dad was still fast asleep, I sniffed the pucker and softly blew against it. I was fascinated when it contracted, the small wrinkles pulling the opening close together. I wondered what it tasted like to coax the small bud open with my tongue. Dad smelled clean enough, although the tang of sea water clung to his skin and mixed with his sweat.

My thumbs massaged dad's glutes with sun screen, finger tips working further and further toward that hidden spot that I had never seen on a man before. Would he wake up if I touched it? I spread his cheeks apart with thumb and forefinger of one hand and softly caressed the wrinkled opening. Dad's sphincter contracted slighted. I tried it again and it felt as if it sucked my finger right into its moist and hidden depths. Dad was warm there. Warm and pulsing. I withdrew my finger and carefully lowered my head so my mouth sank between his ass cheeks. I had to know what it was like to taste a man's most intimate spot. My tongue slid over the rippled opening, tasting slightly of sweat and soap. Dad began to moan and I hoped my hands spreading his ass checks apart wouldn't cause him to wake up. I applied a little pressure to the tip of my tongue and felt the muscle give. The opening drew my tongue in, a velvet ring of muscle that contracted around my tongue again and again, while my drooling saliva filled dad's hole with warm spit.

No wonder guys liked this so much. It was great. Dad's ass hair tickled my eye lids and my cheeks as my tongue worked its way deeper into his warm channel. I felt him squirm underneath me and knew my time was almost up. I withdrew my tongue and watched the pucker close slowly, the pink walls of dad's channel testament to his ass having been well used by other tops after Cliff over the years. I wondered if they rimmed him too before pushing their cocks into him.

My cock was leaking precum furiously now, so I went back to massaging his upper back, bending forward and taking extra good care that my dick sank deeper into dad's crack than before, the coarse hair there tickling my sensitive shaft and smearing precum along the way.

He grunted in his sleep, as I slid my cock back and forth in his crack. A small jerk of dad's lower torso suddenly aligned my cockhead with his pucker and on the next upward stroke my head sank deep into dad's ass, the ring of his sphincter closing around my mushroom shaped cockhead and swallowing me. I could feel dad's warm and velvet rectum gripping my shaft. The saliva I had drooled into it was now acting as a lubricant to ease the penetration.

He grunted again, but I knew the signs of him waking up. Damn! I was so close now!

I panicked and lifted myself off him, my cock plopping painfully out of dad's vice-like sphincter. Before I could get off him, though, he had turned around underneath me, and now on his back, he pulled my naked thighs back down on his hairy belly. I watched his sleepy grin as he took in my cock bobbling up and down in front of his face.

"Hey bud, it's alright." He caressed my thighs, his fingertips playing with the dark hair there.

"What has you so bothered? This?" He grabbed hold of my hard and wet cock, leaking precum like crazy, transparent strands of liquid landing softly on dad's chest.

"It's natural. You're a guy. We all get horny." He lifted his hand to caress my hairy stomach now, then up to my chest. His right hand found my cock and he slowly started to jerk it, back and forth. I watched him, beads after beads of precum flowing out of my excited cock, which dad wiped away with a flock of his thumb. He took a moment to lick my precum off his thumb and closed his eyes.

"Mmmh. Promise me you'll never let that go to waste. It's the best thing about sex."

He let go of my cock for a second to fondle my cum-filled balls, feeling them out and judging them ready to burst. He went back to jerking me, increasing his pace, his steel blue eyes crinkling softly as he watched me, face distorted in a helpless moan. I could feel dad's hard-on tickling my own ass crack now. His shaft softly spreading the ass checks and my hairy crack tickling his sensitive head.

He looked at me, with his blue eyes, full of excitement and love.

"Want me to stop?", he asked and jerked my cock the wilder, as if daring me to say yes. I was too far gone anyway. I shook my head and slipped back a bit, to give dad's cock better access to my ass. I could feel the head pushing against my sphincter now. The triple sensation of his rough but gentle palm jerking me, while his calloused hand caressed my hairy stomach and tweaked my nipples, and his cock slowly coaxed my sphincter open, finally sent me over the edge.

I erupted with a loud shout, jets of white semen spraying out of the tip of my cock and onto dad's chest, face and opened mouth. My warm cum coating his body in thick streaks must have done it for him as well. I could feel a forceful blast against my sphincter, warm fluid that finally gave enough lubrication for my dad's shaft to pop into my pucker, the stretch slightly painful, but oh so welcome. I felt his warmth inside me now, almost all the way in, his moist cock pulsing, and with little jerks of his hips he buried himself deeper into me until his balls were flush with my sphincter, his coarse pubes tickling the soft skin underneath my balls. I felt little squirts of cum erupt again and again deep inside me, tickling a spot that I read so much about but never really believed existed. Dad's cock head caressed it softly again and again, sending little jolts of electricity through my body like tokens of his love.

When his cock pulsed quietly inside me, he carefully pulled out and I felt his warm spend leaking out of me. Dad's eyes were wild. He pulled me off him and grabbed my ass, pushing me further up his chest. I could hardly believe my eyes, as my cock vanished in dad's mouth, his warm tongue cleaning me from the slit to the base of my balls. When he finally let his head fall back on the crumpled towel, I could see my cum glistening on his chest, beautiful and serene, as if it belonged there. "We okay, bud?", dad asked, slightly out of breath, and looked up at me, still sitting on his chest. He smiled, the tip of his tongue licking away a drop of cum that had landed on the corner of his mouth. I smiled back, breathing just as heavily, but little hiccups of laughter erupting from my throat.

"We're okay, dad. We'll always be okay" And I leaned down and finally kissed my man.