Gay Erotic Stories

Groping around the steam room of the gay sauna, I wanted a hard cock for my twitching butt. I needed to take the edge off before meeting up for dinner with my dad, who was flying in around 7 pm for a meeting the next morning.

College was tough, and I didn’t have much of a social life other than secretly eyeing the other guys at the gym while I was keeping my 21 year-old, 6’2” frame in shape, and afterward spurting a load in the dorm shower fantasizing about a sweaty orgy with the rugby team.

It’s hit or miss on a weekday afternoon at the sauna, but today was not so bad: in the dark I could sense the shapes of 6-8 guys, mostly my age. I leaned against the back wall and started inching along the wall toward the darkest corner to explore who was waiting for some fun. Out of the corner of my eye I saw form of a nicely proportionate man about 6’ tall, with a solid chest covered with hair, and a cock swollen but resting quietly over a nice set of balls. The steam swirled around, making him vanish and reappear, teasing me. His cock looked like it was made for my butt, so I ventured a little further.

I reached out and stroked his left nipple with the back of my hand. He sighed and his swollen cock twitched and flopped gently. He reached out and stroked my cock and caressed it with a very large but soft hand. Fumbling in the dark and steamy corner, not really able see him clearly, I turned fully to him and he nuzzled my neck and kissed it with a series of strong flicks of his tongue. Releasing my cock, he turned and pressed me against the wall, and moved his hands up to my nipples and tugged them just firmly enough to make me squirm under the pressure of his beefy chest – even though I was taller, he was in control and pinned me against the warm tiles of the steam room. His thick chest hair made my nipples hard and sensitive and made my cock leap upward and slap my belly.

I grabbed his waist with both hands and tried to pull him even closer. He tilted up his head and our lips met in a soft collision of lust and dueling tongues. His 5 o’clock shadow chafed my cheeks as he moved occasionally to slather my face with broad tongue strokes up and around my eyes and nose. My cock pulsed between us, demanding service, and his cock swelled more and rose steadily under my balls like a throbbing snake. It was thick, veined, and drooling pre-come over my inner thighs. I wanted that monster up my butt.

Sensing my needs, he cupped my balls in one hand, and then slid his hand under to my butt, where a long middle finger massaged my ass rosebud until it opened like a flower and I sighed with lust. Turning me to face the wall, he dropped to his knees, pried up my butt cheeks, and jammed his face into my crack. As gentle as he was with foreplay, his ass-eating was more passionate: moaning loudly into my crack, he attacked my hole with his tongue, forcing his spit into it until it was lubed and juicy, and the inner folds of my rectum pushed out like a welcoming ring of soft tissue. I arched my back for him – I wanted him to know I needed his cock in me. Right now.

Standing again, he spat on his hand, lathered his cock and lined it up with my hole. The soft ring of rectal tissue teased the oozing head of his cock into my ass. He steadily pushed his cock into me until I felt his pubic hair against me skin. I tried to reach back to touch him, but he would have none of it. Instead, he grabbed my hands and held them against the wall. I love a man who takes charge.

So in the heat of a darkened steam room, this hairy-chested man with a thick cock impaled me, a big strapping college guy, and held me helpless against the wall. I whimpered as he started a slow and then increasingly fast pumping action. When he pulled back, the rectal tissue would bloom outward, only to slide back into my ass when he pushed forward. Soon he was slamming me with the full force of his fucking action, compressing my butt cheeks with his hips, nipping my neck, and rubbing his chest fur all over my back. I whimpered and thrashed back against him, gyrating my butt cheeks against his pounding, with my own cock being milked between my belly and the wall tiles.

The sweat was running in rivulets down my face, down my chest, down my back. It mingled with his sweat, which ran onto his cock and was shoved hot and squishy into my ass. I was mewling like a cat in heat now, and was shocked to realize that all this rubbing was making me close to coming. His need became urgent, too, as his pace quickened to a dizzying speed. Suddenly he stopped, squeezed me so tightly against the wall I could hardly breathe, and came deep within my ass. He didn’t moan or groan, he just expelled a great burst of air, and his cock swelled to a massive size in my butt, and unleashed a torrent of come. Several squirts of come bathed my intestines as I felt his dick tube contracting and spewing his seed into me. This set me over the edge, and I plastered the wall and my chest with my own come.

We calmed down a bit, and then he turned me to face him, and he gave me a deep kiss. He then took my hand and pulled me toward the door of the steam room, whispering “cabin”. I was elated – finding an empty cabin for this beefy stud to catch his breath and fuck me again – what could be better?

As we left the steam room, he turned to me and we both drew in a sharp gasp of air – the guy who had just fucked me was my dad! He was as shocked as I was. It took several seconds to get over the initial shock, and we got our towels and headed for the showers, and then the bar. He ordered beers for us and we had a long, long talk.

He told me that he is bisexual, and mom knew it when they were first married. His sex drive was strong; hers was not. So they agreed he could get his rocks off with guys whenever he needed to. I had no idea. He had flown in on an earlier flight and wanted to get a little action before he met me for dinner.

I was still in disbelief, but took a good look at dad: middle-aged, still attractive and well-kept, silver hair sprinkled in his chest hair, a solid man's build, a butt that had stayed tight but full and round, and a dick that won’t quit. We finished our beers, my dad winked at me, and drew me down the hall into a cabin, where I let him ravage my ass all afternoon, and cleaned up his dick with my tongue in between. Occasionally we would sixty-nine, and he would swallow my dick until I came, while he dangled his floppy dick and big balls into my mouth until I gagged. It was the start of a good relationship getting better. Except when I told him kiddingly that he would be even hotter if he lost ten pounds.

But that’s a topic for my next story: Dad Takes Charge.