Gay Erotic Stories

"Hey dad, Good Morning." I said as I entered.

"Morning bud. Must be getting used to my schedule. I didn't expect to see you this early." Dad said.

"I kinda like the schedule dad. I had plenty of years sleeping in. Mainly for lack of things to do. Hey do you have another pair of coveralls like your wearing? The straps on these overalls are cutting into my shoulders."

"Actually I have a few pairs back in the office. I think only one of them has the sleeves left on them and there is another pair that is too small for me but should just fit you...maybe tight but they will fit. They are the dark blue ones hanging behind the door. They don’t have no sleeves either though if that's what you're looking for." dad said. "No, I don't like sleeves so the less I have to wear them the better. I'll go give them a shot. I don't want my shoulders to start bleeding because of these straps and I sure as hell don't want to put on a shirt…it's too damn hot in here." I said as I went back to the office. "I agree with that bud. Take your time."

I went back in the office and found the blue ones behind the door. They weren't as worn as the one dad wears--probably because they were too tight for him. I took off my boots and slipped out of the overalls. It was kinda erotic standing there naked in the office right next to the garage. I almost didn't want to get dressed. I reached up anyway and got the coveralls down. They were kinda musky from hanging up there with dust on the shoulders. Must have been there a long time. I sipped them on and they must have been real tight on dad because they barely went up over my butt. Even with the zipper all the way down. I got it up over my shoulders and then looked in the old mirror behind the door. Actually a nice fit. Snug in the butt but had some slack in the crotch so I didn't offend any respectable types if they came in. But you could still see my package well enough. I just had to roll up the legs a bit since they were a bit long. The sleeves looked like they were actually torn out instead of cut. Torn a bit down the sides too--more ventilation, which was ok with me.

I walked out to get to work after I got my boots on and dad looked up. "Well boy I guess they fit, barely but they look good. Maybe too good," dad said, "Why you say that dad?" "Oh no reason, lets get to work. We get three cars done today we can quit early. We got to work and only stopped for lunch. As the day went on dad’s zipper fell more and more. He was sweating up a storm too. I couldn't keep my eyes off the bottom of that zipper too. After a few days I finally have given into the fact that I am probably a pervert. I just can't let dad know. Hate to have him throw me out.

I left my zipper done only up to below my belly button. The coolness coming in the opening was great. But I was starting to stink. I loved it. Mixed with dad's stink I was in heaven.

After lunch dad was under a car working on a loose exhaust. I was above him handing him tools. "After we finish this one we can get us a cold one, what you say son?" dad said from under the car. "Sounds good dad."

With that dad came out from under the car and stood up. "Good work today son. I think you'll do just fine. Maybe get you in a class so you can learn more about the electrical systems and stuff but you'll do just fine. Help me off with my boots again son."

"You gonna take them off here dad?" I was surprised.

"Well before you son I left the boots and coveralls here in the office. That's why they are all back there. I figured since you seem ok with everything I could continue my old habits. The back door faces the house so no one sees me going from the shop to the house of vice versa. As long as the garage doors are closed that is. And besides it was nice having someone take off my boots like you did last night. I could get spoiled," dad said.

"I'm glad to do it dad. You work hard and you're taking me in. Least I could do for you."

"Well son take them off for me and I will return the favor." Dad sat up on the desk in the office and I took off his boots and put them to the side. I slowly peeled off his white socks too. My left had was pulling off a sock and my right hand was following the sock massaging his foot.

"Thank you son that felt good. You don’t have to massage my stinky old feet though. Now get up on the desk and I will take yours off." As he jumped off the desk he peeled out of his coveralls and hung them up on the door. Now squatting down in front of the desk he started taking off my boots. Damn he was sexy as hell. My dick stood straight up.

"You can leave your coveralls here too, bud or hang them up at the house. Don’t matter to me. I'll go up and get some beers on the deck. Meet you up there okay?"

"Sure dad, be right up," (as soon as my boner goes down). Damn I’m a pervert. Hot after my own, very sexy, very masculine dad. After he walked out I stripped down and walked up to the house. It was really liberating going up to the house naked. The sun was still out fully but the yard was secluded enough to afford this kind of freedom. I got up to the deck and dad was sitting there looking off into the woods naked in a lawn chair with a beer in his hand. He brought out a wash bucket with a bunch of beers and some ice in it. He was still sweating up a storm.

We had some beers and he all of a sudden said; "Son I am real happy you have adjusted so well so quickly. I don't think I could have been in my own house too long and put on too much of an act. It's nice to know I can be myself and that you seem to enjoy it as well. I just hope you're not forcing yourself to be like me."

"Oh no dad. I find it all comfortable. I could get real use to living this way."

"That’s good to hear son. I just don't want you doing anything you don't want to or anything you don't think is right. I have lived very differently from the way you mother did. So I didn't want it to be too much of a shock to you. Damn I gotta piss." With that dad let go over the railing into the yard. For some reason I was wishing I was in the yard right about then.

We continued to drink forgetting about dinner. I had learned to just piss where I sat as well. About 9 pm dad got up, kinda wobbling, and said it was high time we got to bed. I was three sheets to the wind myself and didn't think I could stand on my own. Dad reached down and pulled me up and put his arm around me to hold me up. "Come on son we need to get up early"

With that we just walked right into his room and both fell on the bed. He was out in seconds. I was still kinda awake pinned under his arm. The pit stink was only inches from my face. I sat there and got hard thinking about it. I couldn't control myself any longer. I had to see what it tasted like. I positioned my mouth under his pit and licked it. It was like a drug after that. I licked the pit clean.

Just about when I was done I heard dad stir. "Son what are you doing. You like daddy's pit?" Then he fell back to sleep and was soon snoring. I panicked at first but then realized that he may have thought he was dreaming and I may have been safe. With that I fell asleep too. Part 5 soon...