Gay Erotic Stories

At the tender age of just 12, I went through the pain and agony of watching my parents divorce. It was explained to me rather simply by my parents that they had stuck it out as long as they could, hoping that I would be able to understand the necessity for their divorce, now that I was a little older. Both parents loved me enormously; that I never doubted that. It was, however, obvious that they were going to go their separate ways and that I could not be split in two, and go with both of them. I was asked to think about what I would like to do; live with mum, or live with dad. There was no pressure placed upon my decision; both parents understanding the stress I must be feeling. My father was going to live in Queensland (I live in Australia), which is the northern part of Australia where the sun shines for 90% of the year. Mum was going to stay in Melbourne, and move in with my Aunt and Uncle. To me the choice was obvious, so it was off to the Sunshine Coast. Six months later dad and I were settled in a great house looking straight out onto the beach. Although I missed my mum, living in Queensland was going to suit me well. Aussies love doing two things with their spare time; playing football, and going to the beach. Dad and I became great mates, sharing our free time with each other, and generally enjoying each other's company. At 13 I started reaching puberty, and started to change physically. My skinny little weed of a body was quickly changing. I was growing muscles where they previously didn't seem to exist, and hair was sprouting form all sorts of places. But the best thing by far was that my dick was getting big - really big. In the summery climate I now lived in, it was common place for guys to get around in nothing but a pair of Speedo's, and I had noticed the sizes of the bulges between guys legs. I had often wondered if my own dick would ever make a great looking bulge like theirs. Well at last it was happening. I had something to be proud of. Dad was no exception when it came to the Speedo wearing phenomenon I was enjoying so much. Although I had never seen dad naked, it was plain that dad must have quite an impressive piece of dick held in those tight Speedo's. One evening at dinner dad mentioned that fact that I was starting to grow facial hair. "About time you got rid of some of that scruffy looking fluff off your face son. I tell you what, after we finish eating I'm going to shower and clean up ready to go out for a couple of drinks. While I'm shaving I think perhaps it would be a good idea if I show you how to do the same thing." I was excited at the thought of shaving with dad. "Sure dad, if you think I should." Busy with some homework, I heard dad calling me from the bathroom. "Come on son, I'm through showering". I made my way to the bathroom, only to find my father stark naked, facing a steamy mirror. My eyes went strait to his dick. My suspicions were confirmed. His cock was huge! Even soft it was enormous. But the thing I found most curious was that unlike my own circumcised dick, dad had a long forsaking hanging over the head of his cock. I tried hard not to look, but it wasn't easy. Dad's body was, to my eyes, just perfection. He had played football for years and was in great shape. His broad shoulders tapered down to a narrow waist making a perfect V shape. The opulent growth of black hair on his masculine chest trailed its way down the middle of well defined abdomen to an explosion of thick public hair. How I wished that I might look the same some day. "Well come on son, let's get you shaving like a man. It's pretty steamy in here, so perhaps you should take your clothes off and leave them outside." He must have noticed the look of concern on my face. "It's ok son, were both men aren't we? Besides I always shave naked, straight after I shower". I said nothing but nodded OK, and took my clothes off, placing them outside the door. My heart was pounding with anxiety and excitement. I desperately didn't want my dad to notice that my dick was slightly hard. I wished it would go down, but there was no hope of that with his huge dick staring me in the face. Dad gently started lathering the foam over my face. It felt lovely having him touch me like that, even more so for knowing he was naked. The more he touched me and lathered my face, the more my dick continued to grow, getting harder buy the second. Gradually I became aware of something warm starting to poke into my belly. As dad washed the lather off his hands and went to pick up the razor, I quickly glanced down to see his enormous cock was getting hard. The foreskin was pulled back most of the way revealing a large shinny pink head. WOW, was I ever excited now. My half hard instantly became a full on boner. Dad glanced at it and smiled approvingly, but said nothing. He simply continued to show me how to shave, acting as though neither of us had erections. That night I went to bed and jacked off for the first time. I frigged my dick in a clumsy way, but managed to achieve my goal - my first orgasm. All the while that I was pulling my dick I couldn't get the images of dad's big cock and naked body out of my head. How I wanted to feel his stiff dick poking against me again, like it had done in the bathroom. As the years passed, I became more and more horny. It seemed I was constantly pulling my dick, and usually thinking about my dad whilst I did so. I wondered if I would ever get a chance to see his stiff dick again. When I was 18, my opportunity finally came along. It was a Thursday evening around 6 o'clock. I had missed football practice because I had a lot of homework to catch up on. When I got home, I dropped my gear at the door and headed strait for the bathroom, as I was busting for a piss. As I entered the bathroom, I found dad relaxing in the tub, with a massive erection, that he couldn't have hidden even if he had wanted to. I instantly went red. "Sorry for busting in dad. I didn't realize you were here and I needed a piss." "That's ok son, not a problem" he said smiling with affection. "I guess there's no use trying to hide things now. It's pretty plain what I've been doing here isn't it." I just went a deeper shade of red and proceeded over to the toilet. "You know son, you don't have to be embarrassed about jacking off. It's perfectly natural. I know that you do it; I've seen the stains. So why are you embarrassed at the sight of me doing it?" "I dunno." I muttered as I started to take a piss. The actual job of pissing was, however, becoming increasingly difficult as my dick was quickly becoming harder. Dad noticed the hardening of my dick and commented. "Looks pretty much like were both in the same boat. You feeling horny too son?" "Yeah, I am a bit dad." "Well, neither of us have anything to hide now, so why not both of us get it done together?" My head was starting to spin at the thought of seeing my dad pulling his hard dick. "Come on son, you got a good piece of equipment there, why not make it feel good by giving it a few good tugs?" "OK dad, if you're sure its all ok." "Sure it is. Now get your clothes off and hop in the tub here. We're both men here, so why not do what men like to do." At that invitation, I removed my clothes and hopped into the warm bath. My dick couldn't have got any harder even if I wanted it to. I instantly grabbed my dick with my fist and started tugging for all I was worth. "Hold on there son. Is that the way you always do it?" "Yeah" I replied. A little surprised at his question. "Well perhaps I should show you a better way. Here, watch how I do mine for a while." With that, dad took his dick in hand and gently started to massage it, sliding his fist slowly along the entire length of his shaft. At the same time he was delicately rolling his huge balls around in their large sac. "Take it slowly son. Enjoy the experience of playing with your dick. Start out gently; you can always speed up later ya know." I took his advice and reduced my vigorous pounding to a gentle caress of my genitals. Dad was right, it felt much better. "Now doesn't that feel better son, rather that just tugging on the thing like you were doing?" "Oohh yes dad. It feels so good." "It's real nice to see you enjoying it so much. It makes me even more horny to see my son enjoying his dick like this. How about you son; do you like watching your dad playing with his big cock?" "Oh yeah. It looks great dad. It's just so big and hard. It must feel great to have a cock that big in your fist. How big is it dad? Have you ever measured it?" "Just short of 9 inches son, but I wouldn't complain about what you've got there. It must be all of 7 inches." "No, 6 1/2 inches is all I have." "Well son, you're only 18. Another couple of years and you'll be matching mine no doubt." "I hope so dad, I can't wait to get my fist on a cock that big." "If it's a big cock you want to feel, would you like to have a feel of mine?" "Are you sure it's ok dad?" "Well I can't see how it's going to hurt anyone. Besides, it might feel nice to have someone else's hand on it instead of mine all the time." At dad's invitation, I reached forward and took his big cock in my fist. It felt amazing. Such beautiful soft skin covering his rock hard cock. I slowly and lovingly started massaging it the way dad had taught me. Dad looked at me and smiled, then groaned with pleasure. "That feels so good son. For years I've wanted to do this, but I needed to be sure that you wanted it too." "I do want it dad. It feels so good holding your big dick." "Don't forget my balls son. Give them a bit of a squeeze for me. Oho yeah... that's it son, make your dad's cock feel good for him." The tremendous cock in my hand started to get even harder, and began pulsating under my tender hold. Dad was starting to breathe heavily and had begun grinding his hips about in the tub. It was clear that dad was getting close to cumming. "I'm almost there son. I can feel it ready to boil over. You want to see your dad shoot a load son?" "Oh yeah dad, shoot a big load for me. Let me see you cum." With an almighty spasm that sent shock waves through the water, dad shot his first spurt of cum. Jet after jet of thick semen spewed out of his cock into the tub, clinging to my hand and wrist. After dad had finished cumming, I took my hand away from his dick, thinking that the realization of what he had just done would hit him fair and square in the face, and that he would regret it. But I was very much mistaken. Instead of retreating, dad leaned forward and placed his arms around me, pulling me closer to him. He hugged me tightly, his gorgeously hairy chest pressing firmly against mine. He looked me in the eyes and then pressed his lips firmly against my own in what was the most passionate kiss I had ever experienced. His tongue swirled around my mouth, offering me a closeness and intimacy I did not know possible. "I love you son. I want it to be like this always." "I love you too dad." I cooed, and with that returned the passionate kiss, letting him know how much I wanted him. As we were drying ourselves off, it was apparent that I was still horny, not having shot my load. "You reckon you can hold onto that load you got there in your nuts till after dinner son?" "I guess so dad, why?" "I think maybe the time has come for you to move into my room to sleep from now on. That is, if you want to." "I'd love to." I said, feeling incredibly content, knowing that dad wanted so sleep with me. "Good, then after dinner we'll just go to bed and take care of that cock of yours for you." "You mean you'll jerk me off like I did to you?" I said excitedly. "No son, I have something a lot nicer than that in mind for you." "What are you going to do dad?" "I think I might leave you in suspense for a while son. But I will tell you this; you're going to like it - a lot." To be continued...