Gay Erotic Stories

The few times I've flown internationally on an overnight flight is rather peaceful. While everyone is asleep and the lights are turned off, I usually walk or stand near the bathrooms so as not to disturb anyone, alone in my thoughts. I've often fantasized about a chance encounter during this time, but it never happened, and my thoughts are enough to usually get me to blow my load in the restroom at some point.

On my most recent trip, I was quietly standing in the dark by the restrooms. Once the flight attendant realized that I didn't want to sleep, she left me alone after some polite conversation. No one had come my way in nearly a half hour when a sleepy man padded his way toward the restroom. He was about 6 feet tall, slightly overweight, in his 40s, thick arms, dark yet graying hair and beard. He shuffled into the restroom and I didn't think anything about it.

After a few minutes I heard the flush and he came out, rubbing his hair and yawning. He then seemed to notice me for the first time and nodded. I nodded back, and he looked around.

"I can only sit in those seats for so long," he said, stretching his arms out.

"I know what you mean," I replied.

He stood next to me and looked around. "I always like this part of the flight ... nice and quiet."

I smiled as I looked into his face. There wasn't much light but I could see him grin as he looked back at me. My cock twitched but I turned away, believing this inkling I had about him was wrong.

"So what's your story? Watching guard over the sleeping flock?"

I smiled. "No, I just can't sleep and I'd rather stand than be stuck in my seat. It's quiet up here and I'm out of the way."

"Yes we are," he said. I looked again, believing my initial reaction to be correct. My heart began to beat faster, wondering if this not-so-subtle man was for real. At the same time, I didn't care. I only wanted to grab his dick, not chat about our life stories.

"It's nice to have some company," I said, carefully choosing my words.

"I agree." He had inched closer to me. I looked down at his crotch and saw the bulge. When I raised my eyes, he cocked his head toward the bathrooms. I quickly nodded.

He looked around and picked one out, stepping in. I looked around, saw no one, and quickly joined him. He snapped the door shut and threw the lock. The light blared on, and we were pressed against each other in the small space. With lightning speed his mouth was on mine, and soon his tongue was pushing into my throat. I grabbed onto him and pulled his body close to mine, rubbing my crotch against his, feeling his bulge and knowing that I wanted it.

Silently I pulled away and began undoing his belt. He licked his lips as I pulled down his jeans and rubbed my hand against his cock straining inside his underwear. When I set it free, I grabbed the shaft, nearly seven inches and like a steel rod. I kneeled down and immediately took the cocked in my mouth.

He made the slightest of moans, and I began taking his shaft in my mouth, between my lips. I wasted no time, not wanting to call attention to an occupied restroom for too long. My mouth moved up and down his shaft, my right hand cupping his balls. His breathing was hard but he never made a sound. In fact, he barely moved as I ate his cock, which never lost its rigidness. It was shiny with my saliva when I pulled off of it, but it was never for long as I devoured his cock, working fast, up and down with my mouth, my tongue tasting his precut as it leaked out his cockhead.

His hands were firm but not tight on the back of my head. I knew it wouldn't be long by the way he was beginning to buck. Soon I could feel the cum fill his cock, and then he exploded in my mouth. I swallowed streams of never-ending cum, not missing a drop, milking his cock dry, until he stood still and let out a low moan. I finished swallowing and stood up, seeing the grin on his face.

He didn't say a word but just winked. We took a deep breath and unlocked the door. I left first, and seeing no one around, I motioned for him to follow. He came out, rubbed his hand over my ass, and then headed back to his seat. I didn't look to see where he went; I didn't want to. I just wanted to remember the encounter, nothing more, savoring the taste of his hot cum in my mouth.