Gay Erotic Stories

After what seemed like hours, dad pointed to a fairly large mechanics garage. The sign read, “Brown & Son's Automotive Repair.”

"I bought the place from old Mr. Brown,” said Clint. “It seems his son's weren’t as interested in mechanics as they were in college. Since they weren't coming back he sold me the place pretty cheap - house and all."

I asked, "How come you never changed the name, dad?"

"Never really thought about it, Jake,” Came the reply. “But, if you stick around, maybe I will change it..."

We turned up a dirt drive on the side of the garage and drove past some trees to an old farmhouse. There was a deck on the side and from what I could gather; it was pretty secluded just like dad had said.

"I didn't really have time to clean up a spare bedroom for you,” Dad said. “But, this way you can choose between the two rooms anyway. And, I’d better warn you, Jake. I’m a bit of a pig. Not much in the way of cleaning up and stuff. If anything grosses you out too bad, I will try to clean it up…okay?"

"Not a problem dad,” I said. “I don't have much to do. So, maybe I can help you out with that anyway."

"Well, son...I was hoping maybe you’d want to work in the garage with me. Maybe learn some about cars…if you want," he said.

"You bet, dad!” I exclaimed. “I didn't know if you would want me there. I took automotive shop for the past two years in high school. It’s just the basics really. But, I know my way around the tools anyway."

"Well, there you go, son,” he smiled. “You won't be in the way at all. Might even add to the atmosphere. Now, the first thing is to get out of these clothes and find me some cutoffs. Next thing is to get some beer on ice. You like beer Jake?"

I replied, "Well…yeah, dad. Mom never let me have any at the house though. She would have killed me if she knew I ever had any."

"Yep. That sounds like your mom, bud,” he said. “She was just looking out for you. Well, let’s make a rule. No beer on school nights and since this is summer vacation for you, that won't take effect till September…or if you’re going out. But, if it’s the weekend and you’re gonna hang out with me - beer is okay. Deal?" "You bet, dad. Any other rules?" I asked.

"Not really, son. I’m used to living alone though. So, I’m not real tidy and I will try to remember to put shorts on."

"Don't change anything for me, dad. We are two guys. No reason to be shy," was my quick retort.

What was I saying? I just basically told my dad it was cool to be naked. Am I hoping to get a glimpse - or what? Have I become a pervert?

Dad said, "Well then, Jake. Same here. Don't be shy. Actually, you can't be too shy. I took all the inside doors off years ago to refinish them. They are buried in the basement somewhere. If you feel the need to go get one for your room then so be it. But, it don't bother me none."

"Well, okay,” I said. “I guess we'll see how I feel, dad."

We walked into the house. Dad wasn’t kidding. He was a pig. There wasn't a lot of garbage around. But, the place wasn't spic-and-span either. A lot of beer bottles were lying around.

He showed me the two rooms and told me to pick one. Nothing was in either one except for a few boxes. We had my bed in the truck. So, I just needed to pick a room to put it in. One room was in the corner farthest away from dad's. The other was next to his and across from the bathroom. For some reason I picked that one. It was the same size with one less window.

I took the boxes, put them in the other room and got a broom. After sweeping and getting the cobwebs down, dad got us a couple beers. He had since changed into cutoffs and tennis shoes with no socks. I had on gym shorts and tennis shoes. We were working up a sweat. Dad was starting to get ripe. For some reason I liked the smell. I use deodorant. But, now I’m tempted to stop. I want to be like my dad.

It took about three hours and we got it all my stuff moved in. Dad said he was going to put some burgers on the grill. He asked me to get a couple beers and meet him on the deck.

I took off my shoes and got the beers. When I got to the deck, my dad had seen I’d taken off my shoes and said that sounded good. He sat on a bench and lifted his leg to take off his tennis shoe. As he did I got a shot up his shorts leg. I swear I saw a nut. I was actually staring at my dad’s ball.

"Jake, you there?" he asked.

"Oh...sorry, dad. W-what did you say?" I stammered.

Clint laughed, "Nothing. You just seemed to be in a daze. You must be tired, bud. We'll eat the burgers watch some TV and hit the sack. We can hang out tomorrow and do nothing. Sound good?"

"Yea that sounds great, dad,” I replied.

We did just that. After dinner we sat on the couch and I started to feel my eyes close. The next thing I know, I am under my dad's arm with my head on his chest. He is snoring himself. I smell him again. As I lay there sniffing him, I start to get hard. I have to admit I have a stud for a father. But, why is he affecting me this way? I have to stop. For one thing, I didn't think I was queer. And for another thing I didn't think this man - who is all man by the way - wanted a sissy faggot for a son.

I slowly get up and wake him. We get up and go to our beds. The next thing I hear is footsteps. It's morning.

I look up and see dad in the bathroom taking a piss. He’s standing there butt-naked taking a piss. I stared. My dick got hard. Damn. What is happening to me? Everything the dude does makes me hard.

“Hey, son," he says. Oh, shit! He caught me. He walks over to my room. "Did you sleep alright, bud?"

"Oh yeah, dad. You?" I ask.

"You bet, bud! Come on, get up and I will make you some eggs,” He said.

"I will in a minute, dad,” I replied.

“What's the matter, Jake," he inquired.

“Nothing, dad. I'll get up in just a minute."

Dad came in and sat on my bed. "You sure nothing’s wrong, Jake?” he pressed. “It seems like you're hiding something."

Yeah, my hard cock. And you sitting on my bed naked ain't helping any,” Jake was thinking. Damn I am a fag! I am starting to fantasize about my dad. Is that sick or what?

"No, dad,” I responded. “Well…I got a piss hard on. It will go down in a sec."

Dad laughed out loud. "Oh, is that all, son? Like I said, I’m pretty carefree. You are gonna see me hard a time or two. So, just get used to it. Don't worry, son. And, if you need to take care of it, I will get out of the way."

"Ah...no, dad…I mean. What do you mean?" I wondered aloud.

"You can jerk-off, son. It’s okay. We all do it."

Oh, my god. Now he’s talking about jerking-off. My dick will never be soft again. With that thought I look down and I think I see some blood pumping into my dad's dick. All of a sudden dad gets up and says he is going to make breakfast. He tells me to get up when I am ready.

I wait till I get somewhat soft and go into the bathroom and piss. Damn, that feels good. Then, I walk into the kitchen. Dad still is naked. So, I walk in naked, too. I would have put on shorts but what the hell.

"Good, son. Be comfortable. I always am,” dad laughs. "Scrambled eggs, okay?"

"You bet, dad!"

After breakfast we both put on shorts so dad can show me the garage. We enter through the back of the shop. There are about five cars in the garage and another ten outside. Going to pick me up had put dad behind schedule. He said he would be working long days this week to get everything done. The rest of the day they hung out and talked. It was a very lazy Sunday afternoon.

"Well, I got to turn in early son,” said dad. I’ve gotta get at least four cars out tomorrow. You gonna help?"

"Yes, sir. What time do you want to get up?"

"I will get up about five and be at the garage about 5:30. You join me out there when you get up. Wear some jeans and a tee or coveralls or something. Don’t bother showering in the morning. It’s better to do that after work."

"Okay, pop. Sounds good,” I said.

The next morning, I woke at 6:30. Damn I’d overslept. I bolted out of bed and threw on some overalls, a t-shirt and boots. He walked out to the kitchen, found some stale coffee and headed to the garage. His dad was under a car and rolled out.

"Damn boy. You slept in,” dad laughed.

"Sorry, dad. Didn't mean to." "Not a problem, son,” He assured. “It don't matter. I already got one car done. Just three more today and we will call it good."

Jake then noticed what his dad was wearing. He had on a pair of coveralls with the sleeves cut off. The zipper was only up far enough to cover his pubic hair. The coveralls looked old and had several worn out spots. He also had on a pair of black boots. As time went on, the sun got higher and the garage got hot. "Dad you mind if I take off my t-shirt,” I asked. “It’s hot!"

"Son, if you haven’t noticed, I don’t think much about clothes. Wear enough to protect yourself in here and it’s fine. Get comfortable, son,” said dad.

I unbuckled my overalls and ripped off my shirt. If not for my bubble butt, the overalls would have slipped off.

Dad said, "Wrestling has done you good, boy. I noticed yesterday. But, I didn't say nothing. You’re in good fine shape!"

"Thanks dad,” I replied. “Not as powerful as you though. Not as much hair either."

"Some day, Jake. Just wait."

By 6 p.m. we’d finished all four cars…plus an extra one. Another day like this and we’d be ahead of schedule. Dad told me to meet him on the deck with some cold beers and he would lock up. I unbuckled my dirty overalls and ran up to the house. The straps had been rubbing me raw all day. I was going to ask dad if he had extra coveralls for tomorrow.

In a few minutes, dad was on the deck. He was about to bend down to take his boots off, when I said, "Let me get those, dad."

"Well thanks, Jake. I am a bit tired to bend down. But, you don't have to do that… if you don't want."

"No, dad, I don't mind." With that dad put his hands behind his head and watched me pull off his boots. I could almost hear him thinking, “How did I produce such a fine looking boy. And now, I have the opportunity to get close to him, too.” Dad was very happy. Jake was thinking that it was odd for him to offer to do this. But he felt the need to do things for his dad. He took the boots off and savored the smell of his dad’s feet. “Been a long day. Do you want your socks off too, dad?" I ask.

“Sure, son. If you don’t mind."

Jake peeled off the reeking socks and tossed them to one side. He looked up and saw his had removed the top part of his coveralls. They were hanging by his waist just like mine. All I could think about at that moment was what my dad's armpits must taste like. They smelled so good…they had to taste good, too!

"What’re you thinking, son" asked dad.

"Oh, just about another beer. How about you, dad?"

"I’m thinking about the same thing, bud...the very same thing,” he dreamily whispered.

Look for Part Four.