Gay Erotic Stories

A month passed since the morning when I had been fucked hard by James’s Dad and the memory of the occasion had fuelled the sex fantasies of every waking moment. It was like a drug and I longed for more but I did not know if there would be another opportunity. The image of James and his Dad naked side by side was burned into my mind as was the image of his Dad stroking him off till he shot a load. Fuck my head was consumed with that brief moment, that one morning when fantasy become reality and the truths about certain taboos were blurred. What felt like the most sacred of male bonding had happened before my eyes and I could not deny the beauty. To try and find an escape from my thoughts I hit the gym which worked for a while. I was running flat out on the running machine watching some sweet bit of ass wrapped in a tight pair of black cotton shorts on the step machine in front. With each stride the fabric rode up and clung tightly showing off his perfectly rounded cheeks and stocky hairy thighs... The guy must have been mid to late 20’s with chestnut hair and a goatee and it certainly helped me pick up the pace. I watched as a man in his 50’s approached him and started talking. He also had short chestnut hair and was chunky but wore it well. Some guys can really do chunky well and he had kept his boyish cute looks. The older man started to walk away and then I heard the younger guy call out “Hey Dad can you spot me when I am done here?” It felt like the universe was conspiring against me as all the thoughts I had pushed to the back of my head came rushing back. I tried to avoid them both for the rest of my gym session but every where I turned there they was. I decided to hit the showers and call it a day. How much worse could my day get. I stood under the rush of hot water feeling my over worked muscles aching and then I heard voices. I turned and as if I had planned it there they were naked in the shower side by side chatting. I faced the white tiled wall feeling an instant boner arise at the site of the two grown men together. It should not have seemed erotic but for some reason it was. That open bonding being shared by a naked father and son, the son soaping up under his father’s watchful eyes, or at least that is how it appeared to me. I could not reach my towel without walking past them and they seemed not to be in any rush as they soaped and talked. Finally I thought fuck it and just walked straight past them my erect cock swinging from side to side. Well I am sure it gave them something else to talk about. It was two months later and I had not long gotten home from work when I heard the door bell. I opened the door expecting a neighbour or a sales person selling double glazing but to my surprise there was James’s Dad Frank. “Frank, what a surprise come on in” I wanted to forgo the pleasantries and just have him rip my clothes off and fuck me rotten, as he walked in the door my cock was already hard at the thought, but instead I offered him coffee. We sat in the garden with our coffee as the evening sun shone brightly “Hope you don’t mind me turning up unannounced” he said after taking a sip from his cup “You are welcome anytime, no invitation needed for you Frank” I replied feeling myself being captured by his eyes as horny thoughts run uncontrollably through my head. “Well just needed to get away for a few days so I thought I would come and see you both. Especially since we got on so well last time” Frank grinned a big dirty grin and my heart fluttered and my cock reacted “It was certainly an experience” I said my throat feeling dry with nerves “I say. A good one at that” he looked at me with confidence as if to say he knew how much I enjoyed it and wanted more. He was the kind of man that oozed masculine energy from every pore. It just came naturally and I could feel it like a strong magnetic force pulling me in as he sat tilting his head back with his eyes closed, the sunlight bathing his face and exaggerating the look of the dark stubble on his face. The word male grooming was not in his vocabulary and he probably considered aftershave and scented soaps as poncey. Two of the top buttons on his shirt were undone exposing a thick clump of curly dark hair and I remembered how the rest of his hairy torso had looked. He was not gym toned or lean, in fact his stomach was slightly large and his chest while big lacked definition. He was not classically handsome and his facial details far from perfect with his nose broken in two places and a scar to his temple, but it all added to the rugged attraction. There was nothing fake false or plastic about this man. He had that take me or leave me attitude and an undeniable charisma. “May I ask when you first started playing around with guys?” I asked for no other reason than to break the silence. “I lived in a house full of testosterone. Me my father, four brothers and my granddad.” He leaned forward opening his eyes and looking at me but it felt like he was looking through me. “Well we just fooled around as brothers do really. Wrestling, play fighting, skinny dipping...” “Jerking off.” He added casually. “ Seemed the most natural thing in the world and never really thought anything of it” “Must have been nice” I added but still his attention was elsewhere.

“Yeah it was. We lived in a small house and always had to share baths and showers as well as being two to a bed until the day I left home. Dad never had the money or space for us all to have our own room. All my clothes were passed down from my older brothers and mine passed down to my younger brother. Money was tight” “Still sounds like a close family” “Yeah it was.” Frank paused and looked at me in the eyes “Still you don’t want to hear about that shit” Frank said breaking a smile “I have something for you” He added “For me?” “Yeah” Frank stood up and I wondered for a moment what it could be and as he unzipped his jeans and flashed a patch of white cotton it came to me. My cum stained underpants that I had put on his pile of clothes when he had stayed over. “I have worn them the last week at work” Frank explained pulling his jeans down enough to expose his package that stretched against the thin white fabric and a number of yellow piss stains. My heart began to race as he rubbed his large hand over his crutch “Got me all fuckin horned up wearing these and thinking about you lads I must say. Guess that is why I had to come and pay a visit.” I was mesmerised by his hand rubbing slowly over his crutch and the glimpse of his hairy thighs as he let his jeans drop a little further. “I even sniffed them when I first got them home” Frank admitted still stroking his hand over the fabric “I must have wanked off several times looking at the cum stains you left on them. I wanted to come back and see what else we could get up too”. He could see he was turning me on as I squirmed restless in my chair. Gagging to get on my knees right in front of him, then he pulled up his jeans and zipped up “But guess that can wait till James gets home” he winked and sat back down before picking his cup of coffee up. “You want something stronger?” I asked feeling flustered and hot “Thought you would never bloody ask. Beer would be good” he replied in his normal blunt manner “No problem”. Frank drunk his beer from the can ignoring the glass I had put on the table and I found myself constantly looking at my watch. Of all the days for James to be home late it was when I was gagging at the bit and horny. “So do you like getting pissed on” Frank asked out of the blue making my beer go down the wrong hole so that I spluttered. It was not that I had an issue with water sports. If anything I found it a real turn on. It was just the way it was phrased so casual like when you ask someone if they like milk or sugar in their coffee. “Some guys get a bit funny about the thought of it but when they try it they enjoy it” Frank added “No... I like it, I mean yeah I really get into that” Fuck I must have sounded like a twat “Great. I had the image of you guys both naked and kissing while I piss over you like” Frank said just as casual as before. I looked at my watch again as the image flashed through my head of Frank’s hot stream of strong scented piss showering me and his son. Damn. “What else do you want to do?” I asked trying to sound calm but feeling my voice breaking “I want to watch why you both go at it. Full on no holding back, I want you to get me so turned on with your man sex and my cock so rigid that I can’t help myself. I want to be so horny that I feel possessed and unable to control myself” I took a deep breath “I want you both on your knees naked at my fuckin feet. Ready to service me in any way I want. Kissing my feet, undressing me slowly and telling me how much you want me. Is that what you want son?” He looked at me with an intense look and I wondered what else was going through that head of his. I heard the front door and for me it was not a moment too soon as I felt the pre cum in my underwear creating a huge wet patch from Frank’s silver tongue. “I won’t be a minute” I said quickly getting up and making my way to the back door “Another beer would be good” Frank called out “Yeah sure no problem”

James could see I was flustered and before he even asked I spurted out “Your Dad is here, in the garden. Fuck he is in a horny mood” “No change there” James replied with a smug look “Jeez he almost made me cum in my pants by just talking dirty” I said my words feeling like they were coming out at one hundred miles an hour “Yeah that is my old man. He can do that to you”. I grabbed James forcing my tongue in his mouth as I began to remove his clothes in a frenzy until we was both stood naked our bodies entwined our cocks rock hard against each other. I pulled away to take a breath “We better get our Dad a beer” I said winking at James “We had better” James added as my hand came down with a hard slap on his bare ass.