Gay Erotic Stories

The first time I had sex with my father, I was 20 years old. I was home from college for the summer and was working for my father at his insurance agency. My father was 41 years old at the time this took place. My dad is the perfect image of manhood. He was a high school and a college athlete and stands 6 feet tall and weighs just over 210 pounds. He is without a doubt one of the most wholesomely good-looking men I have ever seen. He has dark hair, bright blue eyes, and a wide grin full of perfectly formed white teeth. He is one of the best-dressed men in our town, and is immediately recognized when he enters a room of people. I took after my father when it came to athletics, but I am the first to admit that my dad has all the good looks. I am often told that I am good looking, but my dad beats me by a mile. I had always admired him, but had never told him nor anyone else that I was gay. I was closeted and still am. I dated in high school where peer approval was important to me. Now that I am in college, that approval is less important, and it has been two years since I have had sex with a female. The Saturday afternoon that my dad and I "discovered" each other, we were at home and had the house to our selves for the afternoon and night. We had done some household chores and had showered and changed into our tee shirts and gym shorts. Dad made himself a cup of coffee, I was drinking a cola and we both sat on the small two-seater sofa in front of the TV. Conversation was light and we concentrated on the soccer match on the cable system. We had been glued to the TV for perhaps a half-hour when I got one of those "where did that come from" erections. My dick was somewhat pinned down but a quick glance down at my crotch let me know that it would be obvious if someone looked. I casually re- arranged my crotch to ease the pressure of my shorts on the meat. Moments later my dad shifted position slightly and put his right arm on the back of the sofa over my shoulders. At this point, I had no idea what was about to happen and assumed that Dad had not noticed anything. Not that it mattered that much, because Dad and I had always been open and honest about sexual matters, and a hard dick was not something to be ashamed of. Seconds passed and to my surprise my dad placed his right hand on my right shoulder and patted firmly. He then applied gently pressure to my shoulder in a sort of manly hug. I looked at him and he returned my smile with one of his own and patted me again. Seconds later I stole a quick glance at his crotch and realized that he had a full-blown boner as well. I was not wearing underwear and when I looked at his dick, it was obvious that he wore no underwear either. I could see the impression of the corona of his penis through the soft material of his shorts. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Dad turn his head toward me and I knew that I had been busted. I quickly returned my eyes to the TV screen, but I knew that he was aware of what was known by me. Dad then surprised me when he pulled firmly on my shoulder once more. This time it was obvious that he was pulling me toward his body. In a rush of affection, I simply leaned toward him and put my head on his shoulder and placed my right arm across his torso and hugged him. As I gently squeezed his firm body, I knew in just a second that I did not want to let go. As we sat there with our arms around each other, my ear was placed on his right pectoral muscle and I could both feel and hear the thumping of his heart. It was racing! As I paused there, I let my eyes fall to his crotch again and saw his dick just as it stiffened and pushed against the gray fabric of his shorts. Dad's warm hand on my shoulder began a firm but gentle rubbing. I wanted him so badly at that point that my own heartbeat raced and I could feel the throbbing of my blood in my ears. My hand lay on Dad's abdomen and I rubbed it slowly across his washboard stomach. As I rubbed, I began to inch slowly toward the elastic waistband of his shorts. When I was within an inch or so of the waist, Dad thrust his hips forward on the sofa cushion and brought his face down and nearer to mine. I lifted my head and looked directly into his blue eyes. They had become glassy and his pupils had dilated. I could not contain my emotion and my own eyes became misty. Dad immediately put his large hand behind my head and pulled my lips to his and he kissed me. His tongue pushed gently into mine and he took a sharp intake of breath and drew my body across his own and put both arms around me and held me. We kissed for several seconds and then he put his hand to my body and his fingers found my aching dick. He pushed his fingers up the leg of my shorts and his warm hand found my balls and he cupped them softly. I felt him move his hand to my dick and he fisted my dick and slowly moved it up and down. By this time my fingers had found his erect nipple and I rubbed it gently through the tee shirt. I began to tug at the waist of his shirt when he spoke softly and said, "Let's get in bed." I didn't say a word, but rose from the sofa and held out my hand to him. He took it and rose to his feet and we walked to my room. He was behind me as I reached my bedside and I turned around in time to see him pulling the tee shirt over his head. As he did I admired the chest that was inches from me and put out my hand and felt the soft hair that covered his pecs. As I did, he reached to me and began to remove my shirt. We stood facing each other in our shorts. He put out his hand to my neck and once more pulled me gently to his lips and kissed me. My hands went to his shorts and pulled them partway down and he did the same to me. We paused to kick off our shorts and stood there naked and ready. I looked down at his 7 inch cut penis and he did the same to my own. His hand and mine both went to the other's dick and began to stroke. I moved to the bed and fell back and pulled him to me. Our lips pressed together and our breathing became heavier. I could feel Dad's hairy body against my own and I shook with passion. Dad moved back from me and smiled and once more looked deep into my eyes. His own eyes became misty and he placed both hands on my chest and began to rub my nipples and caress the hair on my chest. He moved his hands slowly down my abdomen toward my throbbing hard on. When he reached my dick, he bent down and placed his mouth over my dick and wet it with his saliva. My back arched and I gave out a short cry of intense pleasure. Dad cupped my balls with one hand, fingered my nipple with the other and began to bob his head up and down over my aching dick. I felt waves of pleasure sweep over me, and it was all I could do to keep from screaming out. I somehow extended my hand to his body and found his dick and began to stimulate him. I could both hear and feel my Dad's moans even though his lips were around my dick. The sounds from his throat were soft, but deep. I suddenly felt moisture on my hand and knew that Dad's dick was getting wet. I rubbed the fluid over the head of his dick, and continued to give him pleasure as he pulled and sucked my root. It was only seconds later that my body gave up all resistance and I felt the spasms of my abdominal muscles signal the coming explosion. Dad sensed the approaching orgasm, and slowed his sucking slightly and tightened his grip on my balls. I cried out in spasmodic yelps as the warm fluid filled my tubes and the sensation of fullness rushed to the tip of my penis. I jerked repeatedly as the cum left my body and entered his own. Dad moaned loudly as he took the spurts in his mouth. He gently milked my dick to push the remaining drops to his tongue, and then moved to my face and kissed me. I could taste the warm saltiness of my load in his mouth. My hand remained on his dick and I could tell that his own root needed relief as well. I sat up and pushed him gently on his back to the bed and put my face to his musty pubes. I ran my tongue over his scrotum and felt the hair brush my nostrils. I moved to his dick and licked the silky lube off his penis. I looked up at his face and saw the look of a man in intense pleasure. His mouth was open, and his eyes squeezed shut. As I lay between his spread legs, I began to give him the same pleasure that he had given me. My mouth covered the head of his dick and I could feel the tiny ridges and soft folds of skin and it made me get hard again. I worked his dick in and out of my mouth and felt the girth of his penis begin to increase. I knew that he was about to cum and I placed my hand under his balls and pressed the area between his ass hole and nuts. Just as I did, I felt the muscles under his nuts start a rapid series of contractions. I knew he was cumming and continued to move my lips up and down over his dick. He cried out sharply, and his leg muscles became like iron as he stiffened and jerked. His load came in one huge burst. It filled my mouth and I could sense it's strong odor as I breathed in and out. Dad moaned again and this time he shook from head to toe. I kept my lips over his dick until I was sure that no more of the slippery fluid was to be had. And just as he had done, I moved to his face to kiss him. As I did, I looked at his face and it had the most peaceful and satisfied look that I can ever remember him having. I paused for a moment and he opened his eyes and looked at me. My emotions could not be held back and tears came to my eyes. My father smiled the most gentle and loving smile that I have ever seen and pulled my body to his and hugged me. My feelings could not be concealed and I started to cry softly. Dad cried and caressed me, kissed me, and placed his hands to my head and rubbed my hair softly. He spoke softly to me. I don't remember all that he said, but I do remember him repeating again and again, "I love you." I told him that I loved him as well. Three years have passed since that day. I have completed my college and have returned to my parent's hometown. I am working full time at Dad's office, and living in my own apartment. My father and I leave the office several times a week and go to my place where we share our affection and love for each other. I spend each day in complete happiness, knowing that I have the most generous and loving father that anyone could imagine.