Gay Erotic Stories

I recently took a trip to Vegas from Los Angeles. I waited at the airport gate for my plane to arrive. It was a hot summer day in LA. The a/c at the airport dried out the sweat on my chest, back and pits. I was already starting to smell a little. As I sat there and waited for the plane, this guy caught my attention. He wore a white tank top, cargo shorts, and Doc Marten sandals. He was about 20 or 21, looked like a college student on summer break. He looked like Rick Schroeder when he was still Ricky, straight blonde hair, cut short. Looks like I got his attention, too, since I too was wearing a tank top, cargo shorts and sandals. I glanced at my right arm and slightly raised my arm, and just as I guessed, I didn’t exactly smell very fresh under there. I noticed he was sweating too from the heat, and there was a sweat stain on his chest. He decided to sit down at a seat opposite me so we could face each other. His legs were coated with dark blonde hair, thick and swirly. I couldn’t see an outline of his dick or balls from his cargo shorts, but his tank top revealed his hot nipples! All of a sudden he decides to run his hand over his forehead to wipe off some sweat. My eyes almost popped out when I saw his wet, thick, dark blonde armpit hairs. I instantly got hard and kept staring under his arm. Then our plane arrived, and we were about to board the plane. They called my group of rows, so I got on board first. Since I was late in booking my flight, the airline put me in row 26, the last row. Oh well. Anyway, as I sat in my seat, I looked for him. Since I always end up sitting next to an old lady, I didn’t even think of the possibility that we could be sitting together. He walked towards the back of the plane where I was, and two rows in front of me, he decides to put his carry on luggage at the storage bin above me. As he raised his bag up, I got a full view of his dark blonde armpits! I was only 2 rows away--I stared at the sweat stains under his arms! This was my lucky day! He looked into my eyes and said, “26B?” I was on the aisle seat, 26C. I got up, adjusted my boner, and inhaled deeply as he sat down. He smelled like he came straight from the beach: that salty, grimy smell. As soon as we reached cruising altitude, I unbuckled my seat, decided to stretch out a bit by raising my arms up over my head and stretching my legs out. Immediately, I smelled my armpits. I guess he smelled them too because he kept staring at my black pit hairs. At first I thought he’d be repulsed, but he kept taking in long deep breaths! I glanced over to his shorts, and shit, he had a boner! I decided to reach up and turn the little fan overhead on to full blast. I aimed it towards my left pit. I raised my arms up over my head again, looked at my pit, and saw that the fan was blowing my hairs all over. His boner was still there, and I was staring at it! I looked over for eye contact but he had his eyes closed feigning a nap. I put my arms down and looked over to his chest. He had his arms down but tufts of dark blonde pit hairs were still very visible. The fan above was also blowing his pit hairs around a bit. I decided to pretend I was getting sleepy and tipped my head over my left shoulder to get a closer look at his pit! As soon as I rested my chin on my left shoulder, he unbuckles his seat belt, stretches his legs out, and raises his right arm over his head. Our knees and thighs touched. He still sported a boner, and I could feel the heat coming from his leg as his knee pressed up against mine. All of a sudden, I smelled his rank underarm! It just hit me out of nowhere. Raising his arm released all that trapped pit stench. It smelled salty and musky like he spent all day at the beach. I felt several drops of precum ooze out of my piss slit. His eyes were still closed but I knew he was wide awake. My heart started to pound as I thought about what to do next. I looked around to see if anyone was looking at us. There was a little old lady in seat 24A and she was asleep. I looked across the aisle and there was a cute elderly Japanese couple minding their own business. Coast was clear, but I still didn’t know what to do next! I turned off my overhead fan because his smell was being blown away! I rested my chin on my left shoulder again as I took deep inhales of this guy. With the fan off, his stink intensified. I couldn’t keep my eyes off his thick and smelly armpit hairs. My mouth opened a bit and my tongue stuck out slightly as I thought of shoving my face into that forest of wetness. His eyes remained closed, yet his dick remained hard! I couldn’t stand it any longer, so I moved my nose towards his arm. His elbow touched the top of my head. I figured if he didn’t mean well, he would back off at this point, but he kept his position steady. His hard-on was steady, too. I didn’t have enough guts to stick my tongue out and shove my face into his pit, but it definitely was my lucky day. Our plane was caught in some turbulence. The plane suddenly shifted to our left. Nothing major, but all of a sudden my nose was right in the middle of his smelly blonde pit! I opened my mouth and took in a clump of wet hair into my mouth! I stuck my tongue out and felt his thick hair on my lips. He opened his eyes. Shit! My heart was pounding from fear of him saying or doing something from disgust. Instead he reached over with his left hand, stroked the hair on my head for a second, then shoved my head into his right armpit! I lapped up all the stink from all his hairs. I was like a dog licking his stench so desperately and wildly! Suddenly the pilot made an announcement that we are on the descent: Vegas is only about 45 minutes from Los Angeles. Damn, I wished for once it was a longer flight! We repositioned ourselves to normal, the flight attendants walked passed us and checked our seat belts. And in no time, we were in the airport in Vegas. I stared into his eyes and smiled at him as we walked to baggage claim. I wanted to ask him if he lived in LA. I was thinking of giving him my phone number and asking for his. When we got to baggage claim, as I waited for my weekender bag to fall through to the conveyor belts, my cute blonde pit friend was gone. I walked around the immediate area and even walked outside to see where he went. I couldn’t find him, so I walked back in and waited for my bag. All of a sudden, there he was with a friend, his girlfriend! She looked like Reese Witherspoon and she had her arms all over him. They kissed. My bag arrived, I walked passed him and his girlfriend, and he walked over to me, tapped me on the shoulder and said, “Hey, man. That was a good flight. The turbulence wasn’t bad,either!” I smiled, gave him a nod, shook his hand and walked away.