Gay Erotic Stories

Our parents divorced when my brother Danny was 12 and I was 11. Our little sister was 6. We found out later that dad was spending time and money on a hooker and after years of this mom had just had enough. But the house belonged to dad so the four of us moved out. Mom created a new life with a new husband and while it was good for our sister, both Danny and I never really liked it. Dad ended up bringing the hooker, Karen, home with him and after a couple of years they even got married. We saw dad a couple of times a year, and when we met Karen we were really surprised at how pleasant she was. Danny and I really liked her. Danny moved out at 18 and a year later I followed him. We both knew we were gay and when we moved in together with a couple of other guys we came out. Mom was furious, and her husband banned us from any contact. Dad and Karen had no real problem with it and we were welcomed in their home. It was interesting to go back to the house where we had lived for so many years as two gay brothers. This went on for a few years. Then Karen was killed in an accident. Dad was devestated. He had really come to love her, and he said that he had really come to appreciate her sexually. Even at almost 50 they were having almost daily sex. She had brought him out to enjoy much more sex and more kinds of sex than he had ever known possible. Dad became more and more despondent. Danny and I were worried about him. He felt he was too old to start over again. Women were not looking for older men, and he was not good at looking for women. It was Danny who came up with the idea. We talked about it for a couple of weeks, and checked it out with some friends. Everyone thought it just might work, and one of them had a friend of his who could do it. So one day we told dad that we were coming over for a talk. We bought a bottle of Black Label, came to the house, set the bottle in the middle of the table with three glasses. Dad was surprised and curious. He knew we were usually beer or wine drinkers and if the two of us were going to join him with Scotch then something was up. Two drinks into the evening, Danny made the presentation very simply. "Dad, you are going downhill fast. You need a life, and you need sex. You are the most sexual person we have ever met. Mom wasn't enough for you so you found Karen. You have had almost daily sex for years and years. And now you are dying without it. "And you're convinced that you are too old and too tired to go out and find women to fuck. You may be right. But there is another option. "We think you should begin to try sex with guys. It is sex you want, and companionship. You are lonely and you are horney. You're past the stage of worrying about stupid things like gay or stright. "And you need to get out of this big house. You need to move across town, near us, and begin to spend time with our friends and make new friends of your own. You need to become a man who has sex with other men on a regular basis and beging to enjoy life again." As he finished I poured us all a third round, and brought a second bottle up from my briefcase. It was clear we meant business. Dad was blown away. Whatever he had been expecting, it was not this. He slowly sipped his neat Scotch and was quiet for a long time, longer than we had expected, and longer than made us comfortable. Finally he said, "I've never been with a guy. I admit that Karen helped me love a good blow job and she did like it up the ass. But there is so much more to what you guys do than that. I can't even imagine what it would be like to suck a cock or be fucked." My first reaction was relief. He wasn't angry and we were using the right words. It was a discussion of two gay sons and their father about sucking and fucking. Now it was my turn to talk. "Dad, we've given this a lot of thought. What we would like to do is bring in a guy who has a lot of experience with guys your age, and often much older, who have never had sex with another man and helping them through the first time. He's a beautiful man, with a really great body, and a gentle manner. You will love him. All we ask is that you spend one night with him. You can do as much or as little as you want. Just one night of sex with another man and see where it goes. God knows, if all you get is a great blow job, at least that would make it worth it." As I talked, Danny poured another round. We had agreed that our rounds would match dad's but that actually we were pouring a lot more in his glass than ours. "If I agree to this," dad said, "when would it be?" "We think tonight might be a perfect time. We told him what we were going to do and he is waiting for our call. Can we tell him to come over?" "You two are incredible. You get me half drunk, tell me I should fuck some guy, and then have him ready and willing while I am not really able to say no. Hell, I don't care, bring him over." Danny called and Jason was there in about ten minutes. Jason is an ex army sargent, a telephone repair man, and a part time escort. He advertizes himself as someone perfect for the first time older man. We had met him and talked to him about dad. When he got there he was great. He came in, gave the two of us a kiss and then told dad he was sorry about the loss of his wife. He joined us for a drink, just talked to dad about other things until dad began to become comfortable with him. After about fifteen minutes he told Danny and me it was time for us to go home, and we left. We didn't hear from either dad or Jason until the next morning.