Gay Erotic Stories

It was six p.m. when I got home. The house was dark with very little light coming into the rooms. I was so tired from school. The day was so long that I felt weak and hungry. I fixed myself a sandwich and ate every bit as if I hadn’t eaten in six years. It felt good to eat and be energized again. My body ached from P.E. and I went upstairs to work out. I walked in to my room and took off my shirt. My shiny flexed muscles shined in to the mirror across the room. I really did look good as I flexed and relaxed, showing off my sexy body. I grabbed the weights and began to work up a big sweat to remove muscle tension and pain from P.E. I was pumping and pumping. It felt as if I could pump iron for fours hours. Quickly I began to feel tired, and stopped pumping. By now, after having worked out for an hour I felt it was time to take a shower. My chest dripped of sweat and dribbled down on to my black Perry Ellis waistband of my boxers. The sweat continued to drip off me and I could see the sweat dampen my basketball shorts. I looked in to the mirror again admiring who I had become. I loved having the muscles of a gladiator. It felt really good. I put my weights away and headed for the shower. I didn’t bother to shut the door properly, because I was the only one home at the time. I took off my shorts and stood in my red boxers. The shower knobs made noises as I turned them to the desired temperature. Checking the bottle of shampoo I noticed it was empty. I went to my father’s room and in to his bathroom and took the bottle of dove shampoo that was bought days ago. Almost to my bathroom the doorbell rang.

The sound startled me. Walking down the stairs I wondered who it could be. I opened the curtain blocking the view outside and saw a man from UPS. Not even hesitating I opened the door. This man who I didn’t even know took one look at me and said, “Oh, umm… Hi! I’m from UPS you have a package, but I can come back another time if you want” His face was almost rose red of what I assumed was embarrassment.

I said, “Oh… no that’s okay.”

He took out his pen from his shirt pocket and bended over to pick up the package. His brown khakis were so tight and firm you could see the out line of his briefs. “Sign here.” As I signed the paper and he said, “So, do you normally come out in your boxers?”

I replied, “I was just about to shower, I’ve been working out.”

He replied, “ Oh cool.” As I handed back the paper and he gave me my package we looked directly at each other. His eyes were crystal blue. I looked at his bulging chest that pierced through his brown shirt. He said, “Thanks, and have a great shower.” I just nodded and closed the door. The water was still running in the bathroom, and I walked in took off my boxers and hopped in to the shower.

The front door opened. My dad was home from work early. He took off his blazer and placed it on the coat hanger. “Erik?,… Erik?” He looked around for a while and said, “ I’m home” My plate that my sandwich was used for laid in the kitchen sink and this aggravated my dad. “How many times do I have to tell him?” “Erik!?” He could hear the shower up stairs going. Walking up the stairs he took off his shoes. A few steps and a shoe would come off. Approaching the landing my dad headed for the bathroom door. He lead by the door and said, “Erik?… I’m home. Please clean up after yourself in the kitchen.”

As I washed the soap from my hair I replied, “Hi dad! Sorry about the mess, I’ll clean it up.” I knew that I would be in trouble for that. My dad was in the navy and he always kept a clean ship as commanding officer. That routine took over at our household. My dad is now a head fire chief at the major fire station in town. I turned the shower off, and grabbed a towel dried off and rapped the towel around my waist. I opened the door and walked to my dad’s room. My hair was dripping all over, but I wanted to say hello to my dad. “Hey dad!”

“Hey son” As my dad sat on the bed he had his black collar shirt off and stood up to place in on a hanger. My dad’s closet was kept in a neat freak fashion. All shirts were color-coded and it looked like a department store. He placed the shirt in his closet and said, “ How was school?”

“Oh you know the usual.”

He turned around and saw me in my towel dripping from my damp hair. “Erik you’re dripping. Please dry your hair.”

“Okay I will.” I went into his bathroom and took one of the color-coded towels from the closet.

“So, were you working out?”

“Yeah, it was hard but I love doing it.”

“You are really getting like your father, well built.” he said. I was so proud to hear that. I wanted to look like my father so much. He stood across the room in his wife beater and his black slacks on. “I have to take a shower it is so hot out I sweat so much.” He was right his white wife beater was damp underneath the armpits. Taking of the belt that kept his six-pack from bulging.

I said, “Why do firemen have to wear their belts so tight, don’t they want to breathe?”

He said, “Son I want the dress code to be as strict as the Navy and in the Navy the men wear their belts tight to straighten the shirts. No wrinkles and fully tucked in. That is the way of the navy.”

“Oh” I said. He put the belt away in the closet and started to unbutton his black slacks. He unbuttoned them and unzipped the zipper. Revealing his boxer briefs, he then hung up the slacks neatly, began to take off his wife beater. What I could see was his big six pack and strong shoulders. He was shinny and damp. His boxer briefs were made from FTL (Fruit Of The Loom). I walked away and continued to dry my hair. As I walked away my father ask me, “Son did you take my Dove shampoo?”

“Oh yeah sorry dad!” I was really sorry because I just kept forgetting everything. I handed him the shampoo, and as I was walking away he was taking of his boxer briefs and turning on the shower. I had a slight view of his butt, and then I walked away.

My room was big and spacious. I had it organized and well kept. It was always clean to my father’s standards. As I walked in I took off the towel that squeezed my waist. I roamed around my room in the nude. I loved doing this because it always made me feel free and comfortable. Opening my drawers there were plenty pairs of underwear to choose from. I rummaged through my collection that my dad bought for me. All of my underwear was bought by my father, and me because he believed that boxers and boxer briefs were the military standard. He didn’t want me getting in to briefs. Not until I reached fifty. I kind of liked briefs at this age because I have worn nothing but boxers and boxer briefs. I picked the pair of gray Tommy Hilfiger boxer briefs. I slipped them on and straightened my package so that I wouldn’t be uncomfortable in them. Again checking my self in the mirror I stuck my package out and flexed my muscles. I put on clean basketball shorts and went toward my father’s room to get a shirt.

The shower in my father’s bathroom was loud. I knew that he would be in there for another five minutes. I couldn’t escape his sexy tormenting body that was shaped by the military and breaded by the fire service. I decided to take a peak inside the bathroom to see what I could see. As I looked inside I could see only his butt through the foggy glass. His face was hidden and I couldn’t wait for him to turn around. He turned his body toward me and I knew that he was the size I was. I was about 3.5 in un-erected. Like father like son, he always used to say. I loved to watch him shower. If he ever found out that I watched him he would have the most serious talk I have ever had with him. I would not want to have him catch me. As I was thinking about this he turned off the shower and I fell on my butt and struggled to get out of the room. Eventually I made it and was very scared. I decide I would clean up the kitchen. My father was never the same after my mother left him for another man. I never knew her and he was always the same neat freak as the military taught. I wondered sometimes if she left him because of that.

Now it’s about nine thirty p.m. .I was sitting in front of the TV my dad walked down and inspected the kitchen. “Thanks son, good job”

“Thank you.” I replied.

“I’m going to go to bed, you coming too?” I was thinking about how that was phrased. I was just imaging him asking me to sleep in his bed. Being eighteen I was willing and ready to sleep with the sexy beast. “Erik?”

“Oh…yeah, sure.” We both walked up the stairs. He was wearing no shirt just basketball shorts and showing his Joe Boxer waistband. I was in heaven watching his sexy muscles move and his waistband disappear in and out of his shorts. I wanted to strip him clean and… “Son, are you okay in your room? It is awfully hot in there. You don’t have a fan because it broke remember?”

This was my opportunity. “Oh yeah! I’ll roast in there. I should sleep in your room shouldn’t I?” I was expecting big things.

“Yes, of course son you’re always welcome to sleep with your father, even if you’re eighteen.”

I was in heaven by that statement. I could do things that I only dreamt of. “Well, I guess I should! After all we are family.”

The room was lit only by the table lamps at both ends of the bed. My side was already made for me, because my dad set it up. “Hop in son, its all ready.” I just looked at myself in the mirror in his bathroom. Just breathe I told myself. My heart is racing and my mind is in constant clutter. I opened the bathroom door and closed it behind me.

“Leave that open son. I’m old and it gets dark in this room I might trip.” I opened it again. He was in bed lying on his side and when I got in bed he turned over and stared at the ceiling. “Well, goodnight son. Sweet dreams and I’ll see you in the morning.” I was still in shock about what I was about to experiment. “ Night.” I said with joy. The room became pitch black. I laid there waiting for him to drop in to deep sleep and deep breathing patterns.

It seemed like forever. My father was breathing heavily, almost snoring. I became excited and wanted to touch my father’s penis. When I knew he was dead asleep I began to lift my hand up with slow motion. Each and ever movement was carefully planned. I lifted up the sheet so not to touch his leg too early. I wanted to place my hand on his penis. I slowly leaned over and felt around his crotch. I wanted to feel the penis and measure it. Suddenly I felt it and it was so cute and fat and chubby feeling. I loved feeling it. I was feeling my at the same time and his was a little bigger than mine.

But soon my penis grew enormous. So fully erected it poked out of the sheets. I was rubbing his penis slowly and it felt good for him because he began to move his lips and moan. His sexy lips were so smooth. It began to look possible for more investigation. I moved my hand toward the waistband of his boxers and slowly lifted it up and slid my hand inside. I could feel the forest of pubic hair and it was so sexy. I then felt the penis and wanted to rub it some more. I was so in to my father’s penis and I was rubbing slowly. As I rubbed I heard him talking in his sleep. Mumbling something. It was as if he said, “Yeah! Oooh! Erik!”

I was having so much fun and I knew it had to end soon. Suddenly he moved and trapped my arm down in his boxers. His arm rolled over mine and I was stuck. He began to moan louder and drool and his breath warmed over my face. He was so beautiful. I wanted to kiss him. I thought for a minute. Should I? I have gone this far. Why not? Ill do it! I leaned toward his face and, His eyes opened. So startled I acted as if I was asleep and was just moving around. I began to moan and drool like he did. By the time he had opened his eyes I had already removed my hand from his boxers and just placed my hand on top of his penis. This would make him wonder, but I just sat there and waited for him to respond. I heard a whisper from him.

“Erik? Erik wake up. Erik wake up, and remove you hand from my crotch. Okay I’ll move it.” To my surprise he did move it and turned over and went back to sleep. It was so beautiful. He got up after and hour in bed and went to the bathroom. I could hear him turn on the light and I then opened my eyes and leaned closer to listen to him piss. I could hear him yawn, and stretch and slowly piss. The urine sounded like a baby pissing so innocent. I wanted to see, but he was soon finished. He came from the bathroom, and was too curious about what I had done. He woke me up to talk with me. “Erik wake up.”

“Yeah Dad. What’s up, what time is it.”

“That doesn’t matter. Son are you interested in anything. Do you want to ask me some questions?”

I replied with innocence. “Umm…well what sort of questions.”

He answered. “Any, shoot” Not knowing what brought this up I decided to ask him about the boxer’s problem.

“Well, what about the boxers Dad? Why do you have to pick them out for me when I’m the one who has to wear them?”

He seemed to have moved further on the bed. “I told you son, boxers are more comfortable and you need the comfort. I know I did when I was your age. My father wore briefs all of his life and he was so uncomfortable the whole time.”

That I knew was a lame ass excuse, but I continued on. “But what if I want to wear briefs?”

He seemed like he had already heard the question. “Well son I will let you wear some Jockey briefs and you see what you think.” He took some out of his drawers and brought them over to me. “These were too small for me but they will fit you right.” I grabbed them and my heart raced. “Well, put them on. You don’t need privacy I’ve seen that penis many times changing your diapers.”

I was so embarrassed I took off my boxer briefs and slipped on the briefs. They felt wonderful. “I love them they feel great.” He came toward me and wanted to situate them on me. He placed his hand on my crotch and cupped them. I was in heaven. “Son, you look really sexy in those. You can keep them.” He then leaned to ward me and kissed me. I perked my lips. I placed them on his and he began to moan again.

He then spoke, “Erik, be kind and gentle with your package. That’s what the boxers are for.” I knew he was actually talking, but I was in shock about what he said. He than leaned further toward me and sucked my lips hard. “uhh” he moaned. “Oh! Steve!” Steve? Who was Steve? I don’t know but he is willing. I will move on. I kissed hard back and began to take his boxers off. They slipped of his body. Seeing his fully erect penis I was in heaven. I knew that if he was the strong military man he was he would hate me being gay. But the opposite happened.

My dad looked at me and began to smile. “Erik, you have my sexy looks. Come here and give daddy and real kiss.” I leaned over and we passionately kissed he rubbed up against my back and groped my neck. I messaged his dick and he moaned in my mouth. We began further. He stopped. “Erik, tell me if this is your first time with a man?”

“Umm… Yeah. It is.”

“Don’t be afraid your Daddy will take care of you and be your strong fireman. We groped each other endlessly and he stroked my raging cock. I loved him so much he was beautiful. “Suck me son! Be gentle!”

I grabbed his cock and placed my mouth around it. I sucked as smooth as I could and he moaned uncontrollably. He was in heaven. “Now, son I want you to bend over and let your daddy show you the man he really is.” He really was serious.

“I don’t know dad I’m scared” I said.

“Just trust your old man.” He said confidently. He placed his raging cock toward my anus and spit on it to lube me. His cock slid into my anus and the slow soft pain was making me scream in side my balls. I was masturbating while he did me from behind. “Erik, ugh, ugh, ugh, you okay?” He spoke with so much beauty.

“Yes, ugh, ugh, ugh, OH YES!” I screamed. “Shhh!! Ohhhhh!!! UGH!!! UGHH!!! God you’re sexy Erik! I’m ready to cum Erik! Don’t be afraid… Ugh! Ugh!”

I moaned and shouted, “ I’m ready dad!!! I’m ready for the beast to cum! He was pumping me and stroking me at the same time. I was in heaven I needed the fulfillment. He came and groaned. “Oh god!!! OHHHH!!! YESS!!!! YESS!!!! ERIK!!!!”

I screamed out his name for fun. “OH GOD!!! OH BRAD!!! Give it to me!!! BRADDDDDDDD!!!” Cum spilled over the bed and we both were left panting. I dropped to the bed and he on top of me. I could feel his breath warm over me and it felt like summer.

“Dad, I guess…you…are gay.”

“You got that right son.”

The room spun after that. We both tried to catch our breath. Desperately I want to ask him. “Dad who is Steve?”

“Well, son he is someone who is going to join us now that you're a part of us” The firehouse I thought to myself. It was going to be a lot of fun.