Gay Erotic Stories

After the couch incident, I decided that I had to do everything I could to see his beautiful naked body again. I had always loved my Dad, but now I was in love with him and his gorgeous hairy body.

I discovered that I could get out of bed undetected and sneak around through the kitchen and into the dining room to stand behind Dad as he lay back in his recliner watching the news in just his jockeys.

I quit resisting when I was told to go to bed. My younger sister went to bed first, then me and then Mom as she had to get up early to make breakfast for the rest of us and Dad stayed up to watch the 11 o’clock news on TV.

I would stand there barely breathing as I looked down the length of his beautiful body from the top of his head to the tips of his toes. I could see most of his fabulous, hairy body. And what I couldn’t actually see was clearly outlined in his tight white jockeys.

I could see his wide, muscular chest rising and falling under the carpet of thick brown hair as he breathed. I could see his large pink nipples poking through the fur. I could see the hair trail down over his stomach to swirl around and curl into his navel before it disappeared under the waistband of his jockeys.

Beneath the cloth of his jockeys, I could see his 5-inch soft cock with the helmet shaped head folded over his two large balls. The jockeys were tight enough to show everything in perfect relief.

It was best when he wore an older pair, which had worn thin as his cock and balls rubbed against them over time. Then I could actually see the dark mass of hair around the base of his cock and the hair that covered his ball sac. I could actually see Dad’s balls move around in his sac!

As Dad lay there in his recliner watching the news, he would play with his nipples, making them stand erect, poking through the thick mat of hair on his chest. He would flick at them and then pinch them and finally start to pull on them. As he did this, Dad would grunt and moan softly.

Then he would play with the long, thick hair in his armpits. He would twist the long strands around and around his index finger and then raise his finger to his nose and breathe deeply.

Sometimes Dad would also rub his feet. He would bring one size-ten foot up and rest it on the hairy thigh of his other leg. He would then massage the bottom of his foot and each individual toe and then the whole foot. Then he would switch feet and work on the other one. After he was finished, he would then bring his hands up to his nose and inhale his own fragrance. One time I saw him try to bring his whole foot up to his nose to smell it. I guess he couldn’t get it close enough, because I saw him stick his long tongue out and to lick at his big toe.

Dad would occasionally scratch himself or rub his package. How I wished it were my hand down there. Sometimes he would reach into his jockeys and readjust his cock so that it was lying across his pelvis. Then I could clearly see its outline as well as the 2 distinct protrusions of his balls.

Sometimes he would pull it straight up and the head would be caught under the waistband. The eye of his cock would be staring right into my eyes. I could watch as it flared open and closed.

Occasionally he would hook the waistband of his jockeys under his balls and expose his whole package to me. Usually when this happened, the sports were on. Dad would lazily pull on his cock with one hand and tug on his balls with the other. Soon Dad’s cock would start to enlarge and harden as he continued to play with himself.

Some nights Dad would be in his robe in the recliner. This offered a better view as he had to make an effort to close it over his crotch, which he seldom did as he thought he was alone.

On these nights, as he lay back in his chair, with me standing undetected behind him, the robe would fall open exposing the treasure I sought. Often Dad even loosened the belt and pulled the robe open exposing his whole front to me. This was the best because I could just stand there with my tiny pecker pressing against my pajamas and take in his whole body.

Dad did much the same as he did when he was in his jockeys, except that his cock and balls were in full view the whole time!

It was wonderful to stand there and watch as Dad’s cock changed shape and texture. From a 5 inch soft, but thick, noodle hanging over his egg sized balls in their full hairy sac - to a slightly plumper and longer sausage laying across his hairy thigh - to a throbbing, bobbing pole of hard flesh, thumping away to the beat of his heart, on his stomach.

Dad would reach down and play with it for a while but when he stopped, it would make the same transition in reverse--from pole to sausage to noodle. Leaving a trail of clear liquid on his stomach and thigh as it retreated to its normal size.

Then it would begin to make the transition back to a pole--back and forth. It was fascinating to watch!

Once in a while, Dad would raise his knees, with his feet up on the chair seat and his legs spread wide open. He would then reach down past his balls. I couldn’t see what he was doing and I wanted to move around in front of him to see what was happening, but then he would see me and that would spoil everything.. I had to content myself with imagining that he was playing with his ass pucker as he had on the couch that day. He would bring his middle finger up to his mouth, wet it and reach back down where his hand would disappear beneath his balls. He did this several times and then I could see his hand moving in and out as I imagined him poking that thick finger up into his tight, pink, puckered asshole. He seemed to be enjoying this judging by the sounds he was making.

After a few minutes, Dad would remove his hand from his ass, lay back and I would see his very hard cock throbbing away and oozing that clear liquid while he licked his finger.

Unfortunately, the news would end and he would shut off the TV and go to bed. I learned to judge when the news would be ending so that I was back in bed before he passed by my room.

He never did make that white stuff shoot out of his cock while he was watching the news, but after he had closed his bedroom door I could hear muffled sounds coming from both he and my mother.

to be continued ...