Gay Erotic Stories

Smelling and sucking on Dad’s dirty clothes was stimulating, but I needed more. I needed to see Dad’s gorgeous naked body and although spying on Dad while he watched TV late at night was fun. I still wasn’t getting to see what I wanted to see most of the time, so I decided to make my own opportunities.

I decided to see if I could watch him while he took a bath. The main bathroom in the house had one window, which overlooked the patio. The patio itself was surrounded by a hedge, which provided privacy from the neighbors but still allowed lots of sunshine in. There was a table along the side of the house, beneath the bathroom window, which Dad & I had constructed out of sawhorses and 2 x 4’s with a plywood top. It was sturdy enough to hold me so that I could stand on it and peek through the drapes.

The bathtub ran along the same wall that the window was on so I could look down under the bottom of the drapes and see into the tub.

Dad always took a book into the tub with him as he liked to soak for a long time in the hot water to get the kinks, from sitting hunched over a desk all day, out of his back and shoulders.

He would sit there in water up to his waist with his cock and his balls floating lazily in the warm water. The hair on his stretched out legs moved gently with the ripples in the water as did his crotch hair. Dad would sit like this for a while, releasing the tension in his thickly muscled hairy legs. Then he would lie back to soak his back and shoulders.

Dad was quite a bit taller than the length of the tub would allow, so when he wanted to lay down, he had to put his feet up on the sides of the tub, spread his legs wide open and slide down. This gave me a perfect view of his crotch. His warm wet soft cock would flop back onto his stomach and his heavy, hairy balls would float on the surface of the bath water as he read his book and fondled his nipples.

Sometimes, as Dad lay in the water reading, his cock would grow hard and begin to throb, so he would reach down and begin pumping it. After several minutes of pumping, Dad’s toes would curl, the muscles in his calves and thighs would tighten as he arched his back, raising his ass out of the water and pushing his cock closer to my mouth (on the other side of the window, damn it) and begin shooting thick gobs of white all over his wet mat of chest hair. After he finished shooting, he would lower his hot body back into the water and rub the white stuff into his chest hair before licking it off his palm and fingers.

Then he would wash himself off with soap and a washcloth and rinse and get out of the tub to dry. He always spent longer washing his cock and balls and ass crack than any other part of his body.

As he dried himself he would face the window and slowly rub the towel all over his naked, hairy, dripping muscular body. First his hair, and then his chest and back, then his crotch and legs. Then he would turn his back to me and put one foot and then the other on the toilet seat as he dried each foot and each toe and then his ass crack, showing me his pretty, pink pucker deep in the trench with the thick brown hair curling around it.

Then he would carefully fold the towel and hang it up and turn towards the mirror. He would raise his arms, exposing his hairy armpits and comb his hair.

Then he would slip on a clean pair of jockeys, pick the dirty ones up from the floor, throw them in the hamper and leave the bathroom.

I would jump down from the table and race into the house and into the bathroom, lock the door and pull his dirty jockeys out of the hamper and put them over my head. I was in heaven.

However, this only happened on Friday nights. Every other night, Dad showered in the bathroom in the basement. Unfortunately, that bathroom had frosted glass in the window, so I had to resort to other means to spy on him there.

To be continued...