Gay Erotic Stories

It was the summer before my freshman year in college and like the past 5 years, I would be spending it with my Dad in Idaho. He lived about ten miles from the nearest neighbor--kind of in the sticks. It wasn't much of a house, my room was in the daylight basement, next to the mud room. The mud room contained a washer and a dryer and a wall shower, where Dad cleaned up every night after work. I loved to walk in on him and look at the old man's body. He had what you would call a farmer's tan. Bronze arms, back and upper torso a few shades lighter and white ass and legs. But what a body! Bleached blond hair around a chiseled face. Brown hair across a broad chest that curled around Hershey Drop sized nipples. His chest hair roped down across his abs into his navel, then flaired down to a dick I had here-to-for never seen. That was my goal this summer--to see the whole package--dick and all. I tried the first week to walk in on him, but he had started to lock the door behind him. I could not just walk down the stairs and say, "Hey dad, can I see your dick?" So I had to plan something else. Friday, I hid in my room, the door ajar, waiting for Dad to come home. I heard his car drive up and the door open, "Hey, Mark. You here? Mark, You upstairs?" I said nothing, and he started his nightly clean-up routine. I could hear the water as I crept to the door. This was as great view. Dad pulled off his sweat stained T-shirt and wiped out each armpit. He then put it to his nose and breathed in deeply. With his freehand, he felt his chest down across his abs and scratched his belly hair. This set my dick to growing fiercely. His hands slipped into his Levi's 501's and began scratching and massaging that dick I was waiting to see. He kicked off his boots, one hit the door shut. Shit! I slowly opened the door again, and by now his head was under the water. He soaped himself as the water ran down his strong back. He turned and soaped his chest again, working his way down to his dick. This was the first time I was able to see it! It was just hod I'd dreamed it would look. Cut and flat, hairy balls pulled tight up--each the size of a lime. Not incredible big balls, but a big dick. Just like mine but much larger. He soaped the shaft, sliding his hands up and down as it grew. With his other hand, he pulled down on his balls. It must have been over 10 inches. I looked away so I could bet my meat out--all 8 inches of it--not bad for someone just out of high school. As I pulled up the shaft, pre-cum dripped out the tip. As I looked up again, my heart went into my throat. "What the fuck are you doing?!" The door knocked me on my ass. Dad's entire body filled the doorway. I tried to look anywhere but at that 6'6" man and dick in front of me. "You want to look at your old man's dick, faggot? You want to see this?" He stuck his dick out in my direction. I was trying to get my dick back into my pants. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." "You're sorry what!" "I'm sorry, sir!" Dad pulled me up by my shirt, still holding up, he sat on a chair and flipped me over his knees and pulled my pants down. I did not have time to cry out as the first two slaps hit my ass. That rough hand hit me five more times as I cried out "I'm sorry!" My ass was burning, but my dick was hard as a rock. I didn't understand, but with each slap, I was closer to cumming. I cried out, "I'm cumming. I'm cumming. I shot across my chest and dad's legs. As his hand hit me again, I shot again. "Now, get on your knees and clean my legs off!" he ordered. I licked those hair legs, looking for each drop of my cum. Looking up at Dad's hard cock, I could see pre-cum dripping down the sharft. "Now my faggot boy, lick these balls. Take them in your mouth and pull down on them. Yeah, pull down!" Dad grabbed my hair and pulled my head back while I still had his balls. They plopped out of my mouth. "It's time to suck your dad's big, fat cock. I'm going to fuck your face!" he announced. I never have been one to pass up sucking cock, but this was the biggest cock I had seen. I wanted Dad to love this sucking. I tried to get to the base--to that mat of hair--it takesed of pre-cum and soap. I wanted it all.! "That's good, now up to the head and lick the pee slit. Now, bite the head ring. Now work your way down the shaft." He continued to bark out instructions. Dad could have been face fucking me for a good five minutes or more. Somewhere in there, I found my cock and pulled a load off. It ran down my chest. Dad stood there rigid, head back, just his hips pumping my face. 'THATS GOOD, NOW UP TO THE HEAD AND LICK THE PEE SLIT. NOW BITE THE HEAD RING. NOW WORK YOUR WAY DOWN THE SHAFT.' "I'm going to fill your cock sucking mouth full. Your queer old man is fucking his faggot son's face and he's loving it. I'm going to shoot down your throat. Suck this dick. Oh, suck this dick, I'm cumming.......I'm cumming. Oh yeah!" My mouth was full, dad's cum ran down my chin and our cums mixed together. I smeared them around my chest. Dad just held his cock deep in my throat. "Now, run your teeth up the shaft to the head. Ohhhhhhh, bite the head, ohhhhh, that's great. Now, lick the cum slit!" He pulled back, his meat hit the side of his leg. I raised my hand and licked our cum off my fingers. Dad winked, but did not smile. "You fix your own dinner tonight!" I'm going out with the men. We will go up to the cabin tomorrow. Be up by 7 AM sharp!" I went to my bedroom and lay there, just recalling the action. I remember laying in bed jacking off until he got home about 2 AM. Then I drifted off to a wonderful sleep. I got to suck my old man's dick! I wondered what tomorrow would be like. My musings were shattered abruptly. "Wake up! It's almost 7!" a voice nearby boomed out.