Gay Erotic Stories

I have been closely watching my son Beckham ever since he was pubescent. I watched him slowly turn out into a fine and handsome young man, gradually oozing the attractive sexuality of a stud. Beckham is now 18 years of age. At home, I take every opportunity to see his naked body. When he comes home from school and takes off his sweaty uniform, I'll glance at him discreetly from behind the newspapers and enjoy the visual treat of his broad shoulders, developing chest, his slim and well-shaped body and especially his growing armpit hair. Beckham is not aware that his own father is observing his teenage flesh. Each time, I have a hard erection throbbing beneath my briefs, which I would have to cover by changing into a cross-legged posture.

Beckham likes to shower in the bathroom in my bedroom. Once he left the door ajar by accident. As I heard water raining down inside the bathroom, I crept to the door and took a cautious peek. I saw the perfect shape of my son's butt, his long and semi-hairy legs. I almost had the compulsion to rush in, take my son down and rape him continuously on the spot. Rationality kept me from doing so. Though with my strong build, I could have overwhelmed my son with my masculinity if I wanted. But, I knew a better chance would come where I could have his body.

The chance came two months later. It was a Friday night, when I was alone in the house. Beckham's mum is off on a holiday with her friends in San Francisco. I was watching TV alone, when Beckham opened the door and stepped in solemnly. I immediately knew something was amiss. He was usually a cheerful boy. "Hey, son. What's troubling you?"

"Dad..."

Tears were welling up in Beckham's eyes, which made my heart wrench. This was the first time I’d seen him cry since he stepped into his teens. “Come beside me and tell me slowly."

"I smashed Jordon's car while driving it," Beckham confessed.

"What? Are you telling me you drove without a license? And, who is Jordon?"

"Yes. I'm sorry Dad. Jordon's a rich gangster in our class."

Beckham grabbed my hands, and looked at me with pleading eyes. "Dad, can you lend me the money to repay him? He’ll kill me if I don't. He will."

"How much do you owe him?" I asked.

"50 thousand dollars!"

"Wow!" I exclaimed.

"Please, Dad. Please help me."

"You know, son…as a father, I want to teach you how to be responsible for your actions."

"But, I don't have the money." Beckham sounded hopeless.

"Well, I do. But, I want you to know that you have to learn a lesson from this."

"Uuuh, huh?"

"Well, what will you do for me if I pay this debt for you?"

Beckham hesitated for a moment, and then shook his head in ignorance. "I have nothing to give you, father."

"Yes, you do. Come to my room." I lead Beckham to my room and locked the door behind him. "Do you want the money, son?"

"Yes…yes, please."

"Will you do things for it that you usually won't?"

"Yes…yes, anything!"

"Alright, I want you to take off your clothes now."

"You mean now, in front of you?"

"Yes. From now on, do as I say. If you are obedient, I'll give you the money first thing tomorrow morning. If not, the deal is gone."

"Yes, father."

"Now, strip to your underwear."

Beckham unbuttoned his uniform and in a moment's time, he is naked in front of me except for his sexy underwear.

"Lie on the bed with your hands cupping your ears."

"Father, may I know what you want to do with me?" Beckham asked.

"I said no questions. This is the price you have to pay for the 50-thousand."

"Yes, father."

Beckham lay on the bed and bared his armpits. My cock immediately erected under my pants, to my own agony.

"Legs slightly apart," I ordered.

Beckham followed the instructions, still ignorant to the greatest nightmare that was about to befall on him. I started stripping myself naked in front of Beckham, to his astonishment. Without pausing a second, I pounced onto his body, grabbed both of his wrists and immersed my face in his neck. "Father, no! What are you doing?"

I ignored the cries of my son and continued kissing him, enjoying the smell of a pubescent teenage boy. I covered his ears, his cheeks, his neck, his throat; first on the left side and then on the right.

Beckham was struggling to free himself. But, my grip was simply too strong from him. The sight of him struggling made me more excited and I kissed him even harder. I couldn't believe it. He had such a handsome face and his excruciating expression made him even sexier.

I could take it no longer. I grabbed hold of his head and kissed his lips. My tongue went inside him immediately. He was resisting. But, I thrust my tongue in all the way, licking his tongue and savoring his mouth, until I was almost breathless.

We were both sweating from all the struggling. I decided it was time to work on his armpits. I jolted his arms upwards and smelled both his armpits deeply. hat made me so excited that I almost came. Then, I kissed his body; first his nipples, then his chest and gradually downwards.

"Father, stop this!" "Another word from you and the money is gone. I command you to give me your body willingly!" I said sternly.

That seemed to have tamed Beckham a little. I smooched his whole body, tore down his underwear and out sprung his beautiful cock. "Father...."

"Son, tell me honestly, are you still a virgin?"

"No, father," he said apprehensively.

"How many times have you made love?"

"Once."

"With who?"

"My classmate, Jasmine."

"Was it good?"

"Father, please..."

"Was it good?" I repeated. "Yes."

"Did you please her with this hard cock of yours?"

"Yes."

"You naughty boy. I sent you to school to study and all you are up to is mischief. Looks like I need to punish you today."

"What are you going to do father?"

"I'm going to suck you till you ejaculate."

"No, father. No. Please don’t."

I jerked my son's erect cock upwards until it was rock hard and enveloped its full length in my mouth. A stream of ecstasy rushed into my mind as I enjoyed the taste of my son's cock for the first time. I caressed Beckham's cock continuously. I was going crazy. He was such a stud. Beckham was trying to tear away. But, I was not letting him go…no way.

I sucked him for another five minutes until I heard his hasty breathing. I retracted my mouth and jerked him even harder until a stream of sperm shot onto my face with a few continuous spasms. My son was moaning and panting. "Now, sit up."

Beckham sat up.

"Show me how you masturbate daily."

"No, father..."

"Come on, come on. Do it!"

Beckham started fondling his wet cock. It wasn't long before his masculinity hardened again. I immediately pounced on him, took over his cock and jerked him until he jerked his head left and right and finally came. His sperm was so thick and juicy. I scooped up a little and smelled it. "Your sperm smells nice, son."

"Father, please let me go."

"Alright, last round."

I violently overturned Beckham, opened his legs wide and pumped on him. He was crying. This only made me pump harder until my cock was in his tight ass. I pushed in and out of his hole and was so exhilarated that I shouted at the top of my voice when I ejaculated my love juice into him.

I insisted that Beckham sleep with me that night. I made love to my handsome son another three times, before I gave him the money the next morning. All in all, it was a great deal.