Gay Erotic Stories

And so it was as I watched my dads friend asleep on the sun lounger on what was the first nice sunny day of spring. Of course a warm sunny day in itself makes me feel good and makes me horny.

Dad was at work and Frank had been staying at my dads place for the last week. He had a barney with the old woman and just turned up at the door suitcase in hand. I was never really sure what Frank done to earn money. He was a bit of a jack of all trades and a wheeler dealer from east London who always seemed to have no shortage of cash.

So I stood in the kitchen doorway watching as he lay in the back yard wearing just a pair of white cotton boxers. The soft breeze brushed against his body causing his thick blonde body hair to shimmer in the sun. I moved closer to inspect his bare flesh on display and the way the white cotton bulged and creased around his manhood, the flap of his boxers offering only the slightest glimpse of flesh to tease me. You should know that he was no real looker. I mean not attractive in the classic sense. But sometimes circumstances come together and someone you may have never really viewed in a sexual manner can become the centre of your desires.

He was in his 50’s with dirty blonde hair that was short and scruffy. His facial features were average and his nose broken in a few places. He had a large build with a bit of a beer gut that was covered in a thick layer of blonde hair that disappeared beneath the waist band of his boxers. The hair looked almost golden when the sunlight caught it. His thighs were chunky and his feet size 16. His thick hairy forearms covered in a mixed style of tattoos from his youth.

I remained mesmerised as I watched his hairy chest rise and fall with each deep breath. He had a distinct musky odour that drifted on the breeze towards me that I inhaled deeply as I closed my eyes. Why was I suddenly feeling so aroused by this man who I had seen over a hundred times and never felt this way?

I felt my arousal grow as my mind filled with thoughts of slipping away those cotton boxers.

His body twisted slightly his breathing changed and his eyes slowly opened gradually focusing on me.

“Hey mate, how long you been stood there” “I just got home” I fibbed feeling a little embarrassed “Could you do me a favour?” he said in his husky voice, his east London accent as strong as ever “Sure” “If I turn over can you put some oil on my back and my legs mate” “Yeah no probs” “I will burn to a bloody crisp otherwise”

He twisted his body over his head turned to one side as I grabbed the bottle of oil and squeezed a generous amount on my hands. I began to apply the oil in large circles on his back that also had a thin layer of blonde hair. The circles became smaller as I sculpted my hands to the shape of the warm bare flesh beneath. I began to apply the oil to his lower back and down each side of his torso, each stroke slow and purposeful as I explored the feel of his body beneath my fingers. My fingers brushed against the elastic waist band of his boxers gently nudging them a little lower exposing just the top off his arse cheeks and a thick layer of blonde hair that run at the crevice between the cheeks. My fingers run gently down the side of his torso and dipped gently down to the front of his hips. Adding more oil to my hands I began to apply to his right leg starting at the calve working upwards to the thigh and gently running my fingers down the inner thigh. My finger tips gently slid up under the leg of the cotton boxers sliding down till I felt them brush against his balls. He remained perfectly still as my hands slid down the inside of his leg and back up again in a smooth fluid stroke. I moved to the left leg again gently slipping under the white cotton leg, my fingers feeling the fuzz on the cheek of his arse. My hands slid down to the inside of his thigh gently up this time brushing against the tip of his sticky cock head leaving a trail of clear pre cum down his inner thigh as my fingers pulled down. My own cock throbbed hard within my shorts as I continued. “Feels good” Frank whispered. I took that as an invitation to continue with my exploration and my hands slowly glided smoothly up the back of his thigh back under his boxers this time slowing my motion making smaller circles as my fingers moved down. Again my fingers brushed against the tip of his cock but this time my fingers paused with gentle pressure and Frank let out a light groan. “Hey you think that oil will stain my boxers?” Frank said out of the blue “Dunno” I replied surprised by the question “What time does your old man get back from work?” “Not till late tonight” “Well you don’t mind taking these boxers off do you mate? I don’t want to ruin my best pair with oil” “Alright by me Frank” “You might have to put more oil on so I don’t get a burnt arse or anything” I let out a nervous laugh as I replied “Yeah no problem mate”

I wiped my hands on the towel he was laid on to remove the oil before I gripped the waist band of his boxers and slipped them down over his feet. Now I had a clear view of his perfectly rounded fuzzy arse cheeks and I added more oil to my hands. As I put my hands on his arse cheeks he spread his legs slightly and as I looked down I could see his large hairy balls and his cock tucked down between his thighs. His purple cock head was large and swollen and as I oiled his arse cheeks I could not resist letting my fingers move down to touch the back of his balls.

“Don’t miss anything will you mate I would hate anything with sun burn” “I won’t frank don’t worry”

With my oiled hand I gripped his hard cock, his hips raised slightly to give me access and he groaned as my hands now explored the length of his thick throbbing meat.

“Fuck that feels good” he groaned as he raised his hips further I lowered my head as I gripped harder on his cock and gently touched my tongue against his fuzzy crack teasing his hole gently. “Oh fuck what you doing to me?” Frank asked groaning louder My tongue darted in and out of his musky hairy hole making him thrust his arse in my face as his cock dripped like a tap over my hands. The taste and the masculine odour aroused me as I continued to feast on his delicious man hole savouring every taste as I eagerly stuck my tongue deep within his warm hole.

“You dirty little fucker” Frank said as his thighs spread wider apart.

I came up for air and looked at his saliva wet hole the hair clinging together in damp clumps. I buried my nose against the back of his balls inhaling deeply his strong musky man odour before raising my head slightly to fill his tasty man hole once again with my greedy tongue.

“Yeah fucking eat it” I could feel my underwear soaked with my own pre cum that oozed out with my excitement. I felt light headed from the smell and taste of this man.

“I think we should go inside mate” Frank said looking at me with a wink and a big dirty grin…

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