Gay Erotic Stories

When Linda filed for divorce, it came as no surprise at all. We really weren't happy together those last few years; we had only stayed together for the sake of the kids. Becky married and left home when she turned 19, and Kevin shipped off to college later that same year. Then came the papers. I let her have the house and the expensive car, but I took the dog and my (much) better paying job and got a townhouse downtown. I had always harbored thoughts about having sex with other men, even when we were together, but I remained faithful (which is more than I can say for Linda, unfortunately). Now that we were officially apart and I had my own place, I decided that now would be the time to act on those thoughts. I took one look at myself in the mirror and decided that it just wouldn't do at all to go man hunting in my present condition, so I joined a gym and went on a strict diet. Inside of a few months, I had lost the unsightly flab around my midsection, and added a great deal of muscle tone. Admitting my own vanity, I bought some hair dye to cover over the gray that had been creeping in since my early 30's. Now at 42, I looked and felt better than ever. Summer was coming up fast, so I took my weekends at the beach, trying to get some color to add to my new look. I will admit that I got some appreciative looks (from both genders), and my confidence began to grow. I didn't feel quite ready for "the scene," however, so I decided to hire someone to be my first, rather than risk embarrassment with someone. I did some online research for escorts, and found one that I liked. My first taste of man-to-man sex was every bit as exciting as I'd hoped. I realized that I was now truly a different person, and could comfortably identify myself as "gay." Over the course of the next year, I had many "tricks," but had yet to find anyone I was willing to settle down with. I got the feeling that I didn't really know what I wanted in a man yet. When summer approached yet again, I got a rather unexpected phone call. It was Kevin. He had spent last summer and all the holidays with his mother, so I had just assumed he'd probably wanted his "fag" dad out of his life (I made no effort to keep my new lifestyle secret from my family, and Linda treated me with even more undisguised disgust than ever before). He said that he'd prefer to spend this summer vacation with me, and asked if that would be okay. I said that it sure would and that I really missed him (which was true). During those last few years before the divorce, he'd really started to remind me of everything that I had loved about Linda when we first met. He really favored his mother's side of the family, built large but fair. Reflecting, I can see that if I had truly understood my inclinations back then, I probably would have been more interested in Linda's brother, Ryan. Kevin had started sharing many of the same physical traits as he matured: tall, fair-haired, smooth-skinned, and naturally muscular. I realized that I was truly looking forward to seeing my son again, and for some unwholesome reasons. I dismissed these thoughts, however, and made ready for his arrival. A week later, I heard his Jeep pull up outside, and looked out the window. When I saw him step out, the sight of him took my breath away. He was every inch the picture of male perfection: toned muscles; smooth, tan skin; good looks. He was shirtless, and stood next to the Jeep to stretch the long drive out of his body. I noticed how the sun glinted off his flawless skin as that same skin stretched taut over perfectly formed muscles. I realized that I had an erection that was so hard it was almost painful. I was shocked. How could I get sexually stimulated looking at my own son? When he turned around to get a shirt out of the back of the Jeep, however, I was reminded of my answer. His back was broad and evenly muscled, and his legs were toned and powerful. This was no ordinary man outside my door; he was cover-model material. Hell, he was centerfold material. Anyone would be attracted him. Why should I be any different? I am human too, right? He pulled a t-shirt over his head, covering that marvelous chest, and made his way toward the door, still sporting his sunglasses. I realized I had better make my boner less obvious before I answered, so I adjusted myself accordingly before opening the door. I opened it just as he was stepping up to ring the bell, and we made our greetings. We spent a few hours catching up on things, but his beauty constantly distracted me. I watched his mouth move around perfect teeth (expensive periodontal work I remembered paying for), set in his chiseled, unblemished face. I admired his large but graceful hands as they just sat in his lap or moved restlessly around. Most especially, I caught myself glancing at the conspicuous bulge at his crotch. He must have been sporting one hell of a monster in there, waiting anxiously to be released. How I wanted to be the one to give him that release! All too soon it got to be around dinnertime. I suggested that we mark the start of our season together with a minor celebration, and go out. He agreed, but insisted on showering first. While he went out to his Jeep to get his bags, I made a phone call to the restaurant to make reservations. They couldn't take us until eight, however, so we had a few hours to kill. I showed him where the shower was, and went back downstairs to wait. I grew restless sitting on the couch, because all I could think of as I heard the water running was the fact that this beautiful, Greek-god specimen of a man was naked in my house right at that instant. Naked and wet. Running his soapy hands all over his body. I was hornier then than I've ever been, I think. I popped a porno into the VCR and, forgetting that I had company, dropped my pants and started to work on myself. I was so involved watching the guys on the TV rutting like animals that I didn't hear the shower stop or Kevin come down the stairs. "So it's true, what mom was saying," he said. I stopped cold, my erection going soft in my hand from the shock of not only being caught, but also being caught by my own son, and being accused. But it came back bigger and harder than ever when I saw him. He stood in the doorway to the den wearing only a towel around his waist and a thin sheen of moisture. Bared up close, his body was just as perfect as I could have hoped. He had a broad, muscular chest; thick, powerful arms (he even had one of those "tribal" tattoos circling his left arm just below the shoulder); a perfect washboard six-pack (and a very sexy navel piercing, too); and not a single hair anywhere on that perfect torso (I like smooth guys). Staring at his perfection, my breath caught in my throat once more, and I found myself just making little strangled noises. "I hoped it was," he said, and dropped the towel. I squeaked. His dick was every bit as beautiful as the rest of him, long and thick, topping a pair of low-hung balls. He had a faint patch of pubic hair that matched the light brown of his head, and a light dusting of hair down his thick, muscular legs. He moved forward sensually and grabbed me around the waist, pulling me close and planting a kiss on me. He was younger, larger and stronger than I am, but I managed to pull away and get my breath back. "We really shouldn't do this," I managed, between gulps of air. "Why not?" he asked. "We're both consenting adults, and I don't really think that either of us are too concerned with morality." I couldn't think of a suitable retort, and I had to admit that he did turn me on more than any man I'd ever been with. While I stood there dazed, he took the opportunity to sink to his knees and take my cock in his mouth. As his warm, wet mouth engulfed my dick, all thoughts of perversion fled my mind. I wanted this; had always wanted this. Applying just the right amount of suction, he moved slowly up and down my shaft, gently massaging my balls at the same time. At times, he would pull almost completely off, until only the head was still in his mouth, and then suck harder while running his tongue along the glans. He gave better head even than the escort I'd seen a year ago, and I commented on this. "I've been sucking cock since I was fifteen, dad. I think I should be pretty good at it by now. Just ask half the guys in my fraternity." As he went back to expertly servicing my tool, I thought about my son sucking the dicks of his frat brothers, and I realized that the idea didn't repulse me; it did, in fact, make me hotter than ever. I visualized him on his knees, like he was then, taking one hot young guy's tool after another. The image got me so hot that I came right then. Kevin simply continued sucking, and swallowed every last drop I gave him. It felt like my largest load ever, and when I finished he stood up and kissed me again. I could taste my own cum still in his mouth. "Do you know how long I've wanted to do that?" he asked me. "I've drank so much cum in the last two years, but all I ever really wanted was a taste of the sperm that made me. Do you have any idea how exciting that is?" "No. But I think I'd like a taste of the sperm that I made," I replied. I pushed Kevin back onto the couch, where he spread his legs for me, and let his now erect dick stand to attention. I took a good look at it, running my hand up and down and around his balls before I took it in my mouth. His was slightly longer than mine, proportionately so, as his whole body is larger; but he was also a lot thicker than me. I feared I might not be able to take the whole thing in my mouth, but I worked at it little by little, and eventually had my son moaning in ecstasy. I ran my hands up and down his legs, and over his stomach and chest, loving the feel of the hard muscles under his smooth skin. I tried to apply some of the same techniques he had just used on me, and evidently I did a pretty good job of it. He writhed and shouted and I knew would climax soon. I increased the suction while slowing down, and massaged that sensitive spot between the base of the scrotum and the asshole. I felt him tense up, and then his hot spunk shot into my mouth, and I drank it down with the same zeal that he had drunk mine. I loved the taste of him, fresh and new. I returned the favor and kissed him, letting him get a taste of his own cum. I put my arms around him, and we lay there on the couch like that, embracing each other, kissing, exploring each other's bodies for about half an hour, until he told me that he wanted me to fuck him. I started pushing one of my fingers against his asshole and commented on how tight he was. "As much dick as I've sucked, I've never let another guy fuck me yet. I've been saving myself for you." "How did you know that I'd want to do this with you? You could have waited a long time." "I have. Ever since I realized that I was gay, I knew that I would only let my own father take my virginity from me. It seemed right to me somehow." Nothing more needed to be said, really, so I pressed my lips against his, and kissed him while I worked at his asshole with one finger, and then two, and finally three, stretching him out to ready him for his first good ass pounding. When I thought he was ready, I reached into the drawer in the nearest end table, and pulled out some lube. He took it from me, and insisted on applying it to me himself. He lovingly gave my dick a similar examination to the one I had given his before. When he had lubed me up to his satisfaction, he pulled his legs up and spread them out for me, revealing his unsullied hole. "Nervous?" I asked. "Yeah, but I've always wanted this." "Relax. It'll only hurt more if you tense up." I pressed my cock against his sphincter, he relaxed some, and I was able to push my head into him. He grimaced, but took it. I pushed more in, very slowly, until I felt him open up and accept me. He was still the tightest fuck I've ever had, and I was really getting into this. I moved in and out of him slowly and gently until he started to scream that he wanted me to pound him harder. Then I really gave it to him. I thrust quick and deep, hard and fast, giving him everything he wanted and more. I saw his dick grow hard again and knew that he loved this. For his first time, he sure worked my dick like a pro, clenching his sphincter tight around me whenever I thrust all the way in. We kept it up for a long time, and I could tell he was begging for another release. I grasped his dick and started jerking it just as hard as I was fucking his ass. He screamed out that he had never felt so hot in his whole life. I knew I hadn't. After another few minutes of this, he shot a load so hard that it landed on his own face, neck and chest. The tightness of his climax brought me to the point of no return, and I pulled out of him just in time to shoot my own load all over his chest to mix with his. He ran one finger through our mixed cum and put it in his mouth. I laid down on top of him, getting our mixed cum all over both our chests, like a glue between us, and kissed him hard for a long time. After breaking the kiss, he obviously saw how out of breath I was. "What's the matter, old man? Can't handle me?" "Well, son, that was some of the hottest sex I've ever had, and I haven't cum twice that soon in a long time." "I hope that means you liked what we did." "Oh, yes." "Good. 'Cause we're gonna do it all summer," he said with a mischievous grin. "Now, don't you think we ought to get cleaned up and ready for that dinner date? I think we could both use another shower." To be continued...