Gay Erotic Stories

My dad is still rather young, after having me when he was about 20. He has a great golden tanned body as he works outside a lot with no shirt on.

I loved to look at my old man's toned body. He had what you would call a builder's tan--bronzed arms, back and torso, while a few shades lighter were his ass and thighs. But what a hot body--dusty brown hair around a chiseled face. A light covering of hair across a broad muscular chest and 50cent sized nipples. His snail trail roped down from his navel and flared down to a nice bush above his perfect 6" penis, which like mine was quite long and cut, with a beautiful mushroom head with a tantalising set of balls.

We caught one last wave in and strode towards our towels and boardies. We both dried off and I had just picked up my boardies when Dad said, "Don't bother Azz."

With that he threw his towel and shorts over his shoulder and began to strut bare ass down the beach. Like Dad I also free-balled it as we walked down towards the exit.

As we strode side by side along the shore we walked past two of the hottest hunks I had ever seen.

Both had golden tans with muscular legs and upper arms. Their eyes followed us as we walked, focusing on our penises which were swaying freely between our legs.

Both men were sitting in beach chairs with their legs spread wide enough to see their growing equipment.

One guy was long and uncut the other was about three or four inches and cut. Both specimens were totally smooth and appeared to be semi-hard.

The uncut hunk sensually pushed his ever-expanding penis across his muscular thigh, presenting a site an artist would dream of.

Unknowingly I had sprouted a huge boner and was lagging about five metres behind Dad. He turned around and said," C'mon Aaron, Your mother will have dinner ready."

I quickly jogged to catch up to him. As I reached him he said, " Jeez Azz, you're pretty hung for 18."

"Thanks Dad, like father like son I suppose"

As I drew level with him I noticed that he had also popped a half mongrel.

I looked down at his dangling manhood, wishing I could suck him off, but how could I, he's my father.

As we reach the entrance, Dad bends over to scratch hisfoot giving me an eyeful of his beefy arse. He then wraps a towel around his torso, not bothering to pull on his pants.

"Aaron"

"Yeah" I say getting’ back to Earth.

"You gonna get dressed son"

"Ohh yeah," I say throwing my boardies back on.

As we walk up the hill and down towards the apartment Dad says, "Tomorrow, your mother and Sarah are going to visit ya grandma, you can go with them if ya like or ya can stay here and keep ya old man company"

My grandma lives in a nursing home fairly close to where we are holidaying, but she doesn't like my father.

"Jeez, the beach or a retirement home, such a decision Dad"

"So you're gonna keep ya old man company then Azz"

"Sure"

"Oh yeah and I forgot to tell you, Chris from work is gonna stop by tomorrow as well."

I remember Chris, he's a real hunk. He's one of those gym junkies with perfectly toned bodies: bulging biceps, ripped pecs, and washboard abs. He dropped Dad home and stopped for a beer last year. He had on a pair of tight rugby league shorts which showed off his huge muscular legs.

After sitting around for a few beers with Dad, the two who appeared to only ever be wearing rugby shorts and a singlet, took off their singlets and went for a swim in our family pool.

Dad called out for some towels and when I reached the patio it was like a dream as the two climbed out the pool with water dripping off their robust bodies.

I handed them each a towel, and they both said, "thanks".

What happened next really surprised me. Dad, who always goes commando and probably doesn't even own any underwear, dried himself off and then whipped off his shorts, revealing his tantalising penis between his heavily muscled thighs.

I thought I saw Chris grab a quick glance at Dad's equipment before he threw a towel around his waist to cover his admirable assets.

"Is his wife coming?" I asked.

"No Chris isn't married, Aaron."

"Oh…so what's for dinner Dad?"

"Dunno."

Just as we reached the apartment Dad slips on his boardies underneath his towel and says, "Don't tell your mother about going bare ass in public Azz, she might not like it."

It must have been about six o'clock when we got home. Mum greeted us at the door, "Nice of you two to return guys, Dinners getting cold"

We hung our boards outside and then entered the apartment.

"You'll have to take off your wet pants before dinner boys. Just leave them in the laundry."

I went into the laundry and peeled off my shorts and wrapped a towel around me.

As I walked through the kitchen I told Mum I was gonna grab a quick shower.

"Hurry up Aaron, I'll put you and your father's dinner in the microwave okay?" she said as she sat down at the table to read her magazines.

I jumped in the shower to wash off all the salt that had accumulated in my hair, quickly dried myself, chucked on some jeans and an old blue singlet.

I grabbed my dinner and sat down with Mum at the table. Dad was sitting on the couch watching the news.

"Are you eating dear?" Mum said to Dad.

"Yeah," he said jumping up and running to the oven.

"Where's Sarah, Mum?" I asked.

"She's gone clubbing I think Aaron, she won't be back till late."

Dad placed his plate on the table and sat down.

Mum screamed,"Craig (Dad)!"

"What?" Dad said puzzled by her scream.

"Don't sit on the chair in wet pants!"

"Oh sorry honey," he said apologetically. He quickly stood up and whipped off his pants, his penis dangly inches from my face. His meat looked much more mouth-watering than the half-cooked sausages on my plate. He sat down without bothering to cover his genitalia. I had never seen him naked around the house before. Sure he was normally scantly clad in rugby league shorts and an old singlet, but never did he go bare ass around the house, especially not when Mum was home.

"Don't be modest there Craig," said Mum ogling Dad's impressive package.

"I'll grab some pants after dinner- I'm starved," he said.

"And have a shower dear, you stink."

"Sorry honey."

With that Mum returned to her magazines as Dad and I ate .

I grabbed some beers from the fridge, as Dad and I sat down in front of the TV to watch the footy. Absent-mindedly Dad seemed to have forgotten he was naked without a stitch of clothing. With his body why would you bother with clothing anyway.

Mum called from the table, "Pants Craig,." like he was a little kid.

Reluctantly Dad went into the bedroom and returned in a pair of white boxers with a small Dragons emblem on the left thigh. The boxers being white were semi-opaque and didn’t leave a lot to the imagination, but they were his favourite.

As he plonked as ass on the sofa, the tip of his heavy manhood peeped out the bottom on the left side of his boxers, begging to be tongued.

Like Dad I go commando and his exhibitionism had made my jeans tent up, I conspicuously covered the growing tent with a bowl of chips and as I continued to watch the footy I wondered if Dad was trying to arouse me or whether he was oblivious of his raw sex appeal. I glanced over at his strong biceps and manly torso, and then back to his the tip of his penis which now hung out about an inch from his boxers. Still he seemed oblivious.

After the match I said, "Goodnight" and headed off to my bedroom. I closed the door and removed my singlet and jeans and stood in front of the mirror to admire my tan.

I am fairly athletic and my body while not overly muscular was pretty defined and toned. I have shaggy brown hair like Dad, but unlike Dad my torso is completely smooth, with just a nice neat snail trail leading to my penis which was 6 inches flaccid and cut just like Dad's. I also took after Dad in the arse department. I have a bubble but which is slightly lighter than the rest of body which is quite tanned.

Mum and Sarah were off at six am tomorrow so with mum asleep, I don't bother dressing to go to the loo. After I take a quick leak, I head towards my room when Dad's door opens.

My heart skips a beat as I imagine Mum's face, but to my relief the site of my hot, half-naked father appears in his Dragons boxers.

"Like father like son, hey Azz. You get hotter every day. You're gonna have the chicks all over ya."

"Yeah," I say embarrassed, noticing his eyes are focused squarely on my semi-erect penis.

I wish he got to his knees and sucks me of then and there, but he merely said goodnight and we went to bed.

In the morning I got up at about seven-thirty and remembering Mum and Sarah weren't in, I strolled bare ass to the kitchen smelling the aroma of bacon and eggs and was greeted by the mouth-watering sight of Dads hot arse as he stood naked cooking up breakie.

I said, "Good morning!"

Dad turned around displaying his beautiful cock, he seemed so comfortable being naked and I enjoyed being naked with him.

As we sat down to eat breakfast the apartment doorbell rung.

"That must be Chris," says Dad standing up to get the door.

I wonder if he remembers he's naked as he strolls to the door, but he probably doesn't care- he's got nothing to be ashamed of. He turns the handle and opens the door, and standing there is Chris, his hunky workmate.

Part 4 perhaps soon.

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