Gay Erotic Stories

The airport was rather slow, I noticed as I entered the nearest rest room. I was the only one at the urinals, and I took the third one I came to. As I pulled my dick out, I heard footsteps approaching. I was surprised when the man stepped beside me, as their were at least fifteen empty urinals. Oh, well, I thought. Maybe I can have a peek at the pistol he's packing.

I turned my head ever so slightly, and saw that the man was looking over the top of the privacy guard at me. He looked up at me and smiled. "Mmmm," he said.

"Thanks. Do you like what you see?" I asked as he smiled at me.

He stepped back from the urinal, and I saw his uncut cock swaying in the breeze. I have a thing for uncut dicks, and his was thick and about four inches limp. He had plum sized balls that hung low. His crotch was covered in a thick thatch of brown hair. "I do." he replied. Do you like what you see?" I licked my lips as I told him ‘yeah’. He reached over and took hold of my humble three-inch rod. He shook it as I finished pissing. He started slowly stroking my rapidly hardening snake. I let out a soft moan at his ministrations . He suggested we move it to a stall, so as not to be caught and arrested. We entered the furthest stall, and he locked the door and turned around to face me. He kissed my lips as his hand went under my shirt to caress my hairy chest. He pulled my shirt up and licked and bit my nipples. I tried not to moan out loud, but he made it difficult. He was a master with his tongue, and slowly worked his way down to my waiting member.

To be honest, I don't have a king-sized cock. I am about five inches when fully hard, but I have never had any complaints. He licked around the crown of my cock, telling me how good I tasted. He inhaled my dick to my red pubes, and applied enough suction to pull a watermelon through a garden hose. His hands roamed over my ass as his head bobbed on my knob. After about five minutes, I erupted. I shot five or six wads of my hot man seed down his eager throat. He kissed me and told me it was my turn. My mouth watered as I sank to my knees and began worshipping his huge hunk o’ fun cut meat. I ran my tongue under his foreskin, making him gasp. I could taste his salty precum as I pulled the foreskin back to work on his shiny helmet. I gradually worked his eight-inch thick monster into my throat. He put his hands behind my head and fucked my face. He came after a short while, giving me shot after shot of his saline butter. He was breathing hard as I stood up. "Damn, you are good! I haven't been blown like that in years." I smiled as we zipped up and slipped out of the stall. I went to my gate and waited for my plane to board, thinking how I would never forget my lay over in Indianapolis!