Gay Erotic Stories

When I was 19, I spent the summer at my dad’s house while working to pay for the next semester at college. Dad was 41. He’s a nurse at a hospital. I’ve always found him to be handsome, with thick black hair that he kept medium length. His ice blue eyes are like mine, but I always liked when we talked and he looked me in the eyes. He has a smile that won’t quit. He comes across as very warm and caring. He’s 5’11 and weighs 160 pounds. He has thick black chest hair with a beautiful glory trail down to his waistband on his boxers. I always felt good when I was around him. We do lots of shit together. That summer, he and I were repairing shingles on the roof one Saturday afternoon. We got to joking around and laughing, and I was imitating a monkey when I slipped and fell off the roof. I broke a couple ribs and both my arms. I was in casts on both arms and my chest all bandaged up. I couldn’t do anything with my hands, which presented a big problem for me. Dad took some time off work to take care of me, which involved dressing me, bathing me, feeding me, the works. I was glad it was dad who did this, because I would have not liked anyone else doing this. It was embarrassing at first to let him wash me. He was cool, though. He would give me sponge baths and told me that he knew it was humiliating, and as he would wash my privates, he said, “I know this is weird, and you’ll probably get an erection, but don’t worry about it.” In fact, I did get a huge boner every time he did it. We would laugh, and make some jokes about how I was a horny dude. One thing I really liked about my dad was his soft touch. He has really slender hands and fingers, but very masculine, if you know what I mean. When he touched me, like to put his hands on my shoulders, it always felt so soothing. When I was in this condition, his hands really did a number on me. I wasn’t thinking about having sex with my dad. I never thought of him that way, although I admired his body. In fact, I always felt proud that my dick was just like his – 7 inches and cut, hanging to the left, with droopy balls. I saw him naked a lot at his house. He wasn’t an exhibitionist, but we didn’t have any issues with privacy. I must tell you that I am gay. I had not told this to dad, and in fact, I had never acted out before with a man, other than fooling around with my best friend in high school. I wasn’t afraid to tell him – I just wasn’t accepting it myself to tell him. One night, we had been watching TV together, and I told dad that I was itching all over. He suggested a bath. We both had been sitting in our boxers. We went into his bedroom and I sat on the bed while he pulled my boxers down and went to get the soapy water and towels. He began the usual routine of washing me, and when he got to my dick, he seemed to take his time. I closed my eyes because this was feeling especially good, and my cock grew enormous. He was using only his hands, all lathered up, and said, “Man, I bet you haven’t gotten this baby off in weeks.” I just smiled and said, “well, how could I, dad?” He laughed, and said, “I think you need some help.” He began stroking me slowly. It felt so good. The effect of his soft touch and the warm soapy water was fantastic. After a while, I opened my eyes and noticed his cock protruding from the fly of his boxers. It was fully erect. When he noticed that I saw it, he asked me if I minded if he stroked his own. I said, hey dad, you might as well enjoy yourself too. At first I closed my eyes again, but then I kept thinking about him stroking. I opened my eyes and was fixated as he lathered up his other hand and stroked his cock as his other hand stroked mine. He grinned at me and asked if I was cool with this. I said, “Hell, yes.” He then stopped, which surprised me, because I really wanted to get off. Still grinning, he said, “Son, I am going to give you a different kind of bath.” He dried off my dick and bent down. Holding my dick at the base, his lips went down on the head, and he began caressing me with soft kisses. He licked at the precum that was oozing from my slit, and then began the descent on my shaft. I was moaning and breathing hard. He picked up his pace, and when he knew I was ready to explode, he finished me off my jerking me until I spurted my juices all over his face. He said, “Son, look what you did to me. You have to lick this stuff off.” I sat up and bent near him and licked my cum off his face. Our lips met, and we kissed. To feel his tongue on mine made me hard again. This was incredible. I saw his rock hard cock still opping out from his boxers. He grinned and pulled them off. It wasn’t an easy position to be in, but he stood in front of me and let me take it in my mouth. I sucked him for a few minutes as his hands played with my hair. He said he was ready to cum, but I told him to shoot it in my mouth. And he did. I didn’t think it would ever stop. With my mouth full of his cum, I kissed him again. We ended up sleeping together naked. The next morning I told him I was gay. He just smiled at me and said, “I’ve known for a long time.” We did this a few more times after this until my casts came off. Since then he has remarried, and it is just a special memory to us. I have my own boyfriend now, and dad thinks he’s pretty cool.