Gay Erotic Stories

My son, Tom, and I were always pretty close. When he went off to college, he chose a school six hundred miles away from home and while I looked forward to his return for Thanksgiving and then Christmas, he told me that he had an opportunity to visit San Francisco and stay at his roommate’s family house for both holidays. I was disappointed that I wouldn’t see him but I understood. He needed to spread his wings, find his way in life, and do some exploring. Maybe do some fucking along the way. I didn’t begrudge him that. When he finally did come home in May, I was in for the shock of my life. He had always had a full head of blond hair and had very fair skin – our Viking heritage. I didn’t recognize him in the airport until I saw his eyes. His head was not only shaved, but every square inch of his skin that I would see was covered with multi-colored tattoos. He walked up to me, gave me a big hug, and said he was glad to be home finally. I noticed that the tattoos extended to cover both hands. I couldn’t see anything else of his body. The tattoos on his head were red, green, blue, pink, orange, and brown and completely covered where his hair should have been and extended down his forehead almost to his eyes and extended past his ears to mid-cheek, and completely covered his neck up to the chin line. I didn’t know what to think, I was so shocked. He had never mentioned anything even though we talked on the phone at least monthly. That was nothing compared to the shock I would later experience. We got home and he went to his room and then straight to bed. I didn’t see him again until the morning. I got up early to make breakfast. When he came in to the kitchen, he was wearing a bathrobe and I could see that the tattoos solidly covered his arms and legs and chest, at least the areas that were visible where the robe was open. When he sat down, the front flapped open and it looked like his chest was completely covered. I couldn’t help but ask. He had never expressed any interest in tattoos, much less a desire to cover his body in tattoos. “So,” I waved my hand up and down over him, “what brought all this on? I’m just curious.” “Do you like it,” he asked excitedly. “I’m doing my best to get used to it. You have to agree it is a lot.” “Yeah. It just sort of grew and grew. I didn’t intend to do all of this but it felt right.” “Exactly how much of you is tattooed?” “You wanna see?” “Yes, I do.” He stood up and dropped his robe. He was naked underneath. Everything was tattooed and I mean everything. His nipples, his underarms, his dick, his balls, his butt, his asshole, his feet, everything was tattooed. “Didn’t it fucking hurt,” I asked. “It hurt like shit.” As we talked and he told me about the process of getting tattooed, he stood there in front of me stark naked completely unashamed and unself-conscious. I felt some stirring in my loins and as much as I fought it, the stirring grew to bloating and then hardening. Soon I was far to hard to stand up comfortably. As he described the process, Tom turned around, bent over, and spread his cheeks to show that the tattoos covered his entire asscrack and even spread over onto his asshole. Suddenly I really couldn’t stand up and felt like I might even cream my pants without touching myself. I desperately wanted him to stand up and turn around and stop showing me his fucking gorgeous ass and asshole. When he did, he turned around and all I could see was his completely shaved pubes and tattooed crotch all the way down to the tip of his dick. I had to get away or I knew I would absolutely shoot my load right there and then. When he looked away for something I bolted from the room and hobbled to my bedroom where I whipped out my dick just as I shot an enormous load into my hand. I licked it and swallowed. I felt better but I also felt incredibly guilty having cum just from looking at my naked son. But who could blame me; he was fucking hot, sexier than I thought possible. I desperately wanted to fuck his sexy little tattooed ass. I shoved my softening dick back into my pants and went back into the kitchen. I made some excuse to Tom for running out and apologized. He had put his robe back on but it was very loose. He was incredibly comfortable in his (tattooed) skin, far more comfortable than I had ever been. I was equally proud and envious of him for that. “Okay, Tom, let me see you again. Drop the robe.” He did and let me see him front head to toe. My god, he was fucking gorgeous. His tattooed dick made me want to suck him almost more than I could stand. I turned him around and looked at his back, narrow waist and butt, and muscled thighs and legs. I pushed his back forward slightly and he bent forward and automatically spread his cheeks. That was the invitation I needed. I knelt behind him and pressed my face into his ass. My lips met his asshole and I took it in and then sucked. He seemed a bit surprised but made no effort to pull away. In fact, he pushed back against my face and I dug deeper into his hole. It had been years but I rimmed for everything I was worth. Soon, before I knew it, I heard him say, “Fuck me, Dad, fuck me hard.” I didn’t need to be asked a second time. I stood up, lined up my dick with his asshole and pressed against his flesh. My dick pushed past his ring of muscle and I heard him let out a sigh as I entered him. I pushed in bit by bit, stopping to let him get used to the intrusion. I could tell from his breathing when he was ready for more. Soon I was balls deep in his tattooed butt. I slowly started fucking in and out, long steady strokes, then faster shorter strokes, then pounding for all I was worth. He took it like a man. Even though I had shot off into my hand a half hour earlier, I was primed and ready to go again. In no time I pumped a full load of cum into my twenty-year-old son’s hot sexy ass. My only regret was that I didn’t have bigger load to give him. When I eventually slipped out, he turned and kissed me on the mouth and shared his tongue. We went to my bedroom and cuddled in bed. When he fucked my mouth I greedily swallowed everything he gave me. That was the start of a new life for both of us. We became regular fuck buddies although you couldn’t really call us lovers. He had boyfriends, I had others while he was off at school, and besides, we only really saw each other in the summers after that. I never knew tattoos could be hot.

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