Gay Erotic Stories

The basement bathroom presented more of a problem for me. The small window was frosted so there was no way to see in from outside. Even if Dad opened it, which he usually did when he took a dump, it opened from the top on a hinge, so you still couldn’t see anything in the room.

This called for something a little more daring. The sink, toilet and shower were lined up along one wall of the small room with facing the door. There was no keyhole in the door so I had to figure something else out. The walls were thin pressboard paneling on the inside of the bathroom and open studs on the outside. Next to the door was the light switch. I remove the plate on the light switch and carved a small niche in the paneling. Just enough to be able to see in when the plate was put back on but not very noticeable from inside the bathroom.

Looking through my little hole, I had a head on view of the toilet and the shower stall with its clear glass door.

Dad seemed to like to use this bathroom more than the one upstairs. He would come home from work, grab the newspaper and head down there to a half hour or so. I made sure I was usually down in the basement “doing” something when he got home.

As soon as I heard his belt buckle hit the tile floor I hurried over to my peep hole to watch him sitting on the toilet. At first he would sit holding the newspaper in his lap to read it and I wasn’t seeing much until his finished, put down the newspaper, wiped himself and stood up to pull up his pants.

After a while though, he started taking a book down there with him instead of the newspaper and he would prop his arm on the side of the sink, holding the book off to the side and giving me a clear view of his thick bush at the base of his cock and the first inch or so of his cock as it hung below the toilet seat.

Then he began to lean back while he read, exposing his whole cock and balls to me. This was great! I got a full 15 minutes or so of staring at my Dad’s beautiful, big, hard, hairy body from the front! He also began unbuttoning his shirt to expose the thick mat of curly brown hair on his chest and stomach. This was better than the recliner, although that still had its advantages.

Some months later, I heard the belt buckle hit the floor and assumed my position. However, Dad wasn’t sitting on the toilet. His pants and jockeys were lying crumpled on the floor and he was standing on the rim of the toilet naked, reaching up towards the suspended ceiling. I heard the tile settle back in place and he stepped down off the toilet. His cock swung back and forth as he seated himself on the toilet and it seemed somewhat larger than usual. Then I noticed that he had a magazine in his hand.

A magazine with pictures of naked men and women in it. As Dad flipped through the magazine, his cock grew bigger and bigger until it was standing straight up and throbbing against his hairy navel.

I could see the pictures that he was looking at and there were a lot of naked women lying spread wide open. Dad flipped through these but stopped to look a little longer when there was also a naked man in the picture.

This was too good to be true! I could look at my Dad as he sat naked on the toilet and now I knew where I could also see pictures of other naked men. Life was too good!

Many times I watched as Dad stroked his long, thick, hairy, hard cock while looking at those pictures. Sometimes he stroked himself until the thick white liquid shot out of his cock. He would catch it in his palm and then lick his palm clean, and lean back on the toilet with a beautiful smile on his wet lips.

After that day, I would go into the bathroom and retrieve Dad’s magazines from the ceiling to look at the naked men. This was exciting. Some were blonde, some had red hair, some were brown or black haired muscular men, most were smooth but a few were hairy, some were black but most were white. One thing they all had in common - great big hard cocks and large heavy balls.

I liked the ones that looked most like my Dad the best, but I loved looking at all the different sizes and shapes of those big hard cocks. Some curved up, some curved down, some curved left, some curved right. Some were straight as an arrow like my Dad’s. Some had mushroom shaped heads; some were pointy like arrowheads, some had round heads, like ping-pong balls, but most were shaped like a fireman’s helmet - like Dad and me. Some even had some loose skin partially covering the head. I wasn’t sure what that was about, as I could not make mine look like that, but I liked them too.

I never spent much time looking at the women in those magazines, just the men. They were the ones that excited me.

While I enjoyed the pictures and the “education” the magazines provided, I preferred to watch my father looking at them, getting hard and blowing that white liquid all over himself.

Often, after Dad had smeared the thick white liquid into his chest hair and licked his hand clean, he would get in the shower.

I could also watch Dad showering from my little peephole in the wall. The water running down his gorgeous body really excited me. As the water hit it, all the curly, swirly hair on his body straightened and darken following the water down his hard body to his feet.

Dad would lift his arms and sniff and lick his pits before soaping them up. He played with his nipples, making them stand up all hard and pointy. I could see them more clearly when his chest hair was plastered wetly to his skin. Dad would pull on his nipples and he would moan a little.

When he washed his cock and balls, his dick usually swelled and got hard. But even if he was in a hurry, he still paid a lot of attention to his crotch before moving on to his ass where he would slide his soapy fingers up and down his trench and rub one finger around and around his asshole. Sometimes he’s shove the finger into his pucker and pump it in and out a few times while pulling on his cock with the other hand.

Sometimes, he’d make his cock pump out another load in the shower.

Over the years Dad pumped a lot of that white stuff down the drain of that shower. Well, what he didn’t eat went down the drain.

As time went on the pictures in the magazines got steamier and steamier and there seemed to be more men in them. Some of them even had a women with two men doing things to her - and to each other!

By this time, I had figured out how to make that white stuff shoot out of my own cock and had figured out from the magazines that it was called cum.

I remember the first time I came. I was sitting on the toilet with one of Dad’s magazines on one hand and my hard cock in the other - just like Dad did - when I turned the page and there was a picture of one of the guys with the other guys huge hard cock stuffed in his mouth. In the next picture they had switched places and in the third picture they had each other’s cock in their mouth (I learned this was called 69ing that day too) while the woman had her face buried in one guy’s ass. Well this was too much for me. I pumped my cock faster and faster, just like I’d seen Dad do and soon I felt this strange sensation all through my body. It started in my groin and spread throughout my body. Down my legs to my toes, up through my arms to my fingers and up through my neck to my head. I almost passed out.

When I opened eyes, there was the same white stuff that I’d seen shoot out of Dad’s cock all over my hand and fingers and on my legs and there was a puddle of it on the floor!

Wow, I had discovered masturbation! And I liked it! I wanted to try it again, but I was too weak. I could barely keep myself upright on the toilet. Besides it was getting late. Dad would be home from work soon. I’d better get cleaned up and out of the bathroom before he got home.

I licked the cum off my hand and it tasted different than I remembered Dad’s tasting. Very similar, but different. I loved the taste and promised myself that I’d have to do this again tomorrow.

To be continued...