Gay Erotic Stories

I dreamed of playing around with a fellow passenger on an airplane, but never did I believe it would ever happen to me...but it did, and this story is 100% true! Like an ordinary trip, I like to sit in an aisle seat where the seat next to me is a window seat and hope that some hot guy is my neighbor. Well as the passengers strolled toward me upon entering the plane, I would hope that some kept moving on while hoping that others would be the ONE. And lo and behold, a hot guy in his late 30's took the seat. He was a red head with a beautiful hair, nicely trimmed beard, and gorgeous eyes. But when I first laid eyes on him, I had no idea that he was on the same page as me.

I sat in my seat with my legs slightly apart, but on my side of the imaginary line the separates our two seats, and he did the same. He was reading "Hawaii" by James Michener while I was working on a sudoku puzzle, both of us minding our own business. Every so often as we adjusted in our seats, our knees would touch, and then separate. We both wore cargo shorts and we both wore slippers. And every so often, our feet would touch and then separate. As far as I thought, things were innocent, and I hadn't had any hopes...yet.

Eventually, he put down his book and turned off the light and while I continued to work on my puzzle. He appeared to be sleeping, so I took the time to check him out, and boy was he HOT. He shifted in his seat every now and then, and as he did, either his knee or his foot would collide with mine, and in every instance, I never flinched, and instead let it linger until he moved it away. This continued sporadically, and still I thought nothing of it.

I decided it was time to put away my sudoku and turn out the light. I reclined my seat back and tried to fall asleep. Again, every once in a while, he would shift in his seat, or I would shift, and we would "accidentally" bump into each other. However, it seemed them we both stopped pulling away and just let our knees or feet stay touching. Sometimes as one of us readjusted in seats, we would untouch, but later, we would be touching again. Hmmm...

I had noticed that he lay reclined with his hands draped over his crotch, innocently. Until our legs started touching more purposefully, I hadn't thought about where his hands were, but now I decided to mirror what he was doing. So I, too, draped my hands innocently over my crotch. I peeked at his crotch every now and again, and I'm pretty sure he caught me looking. I noticed very subtle movement of one of his fingers lightly stroking his cock, so I too, did the same...used my pinkie subtly to rub my cock which was already growing hard!

He now kept his right hand on his crotch and placed his left hand on his left lap. I then placed my right hand on my right lap, and immediately, he moved his hand closer to my lap and I moved my hand closer to his, until our hands brushed each other. All I could think of is, where is this leading? My answer came as soon as he reached for his blanket to cover himself. I immediately reached for mine and did the same.

Once the blankets were in place, he reach over to feel my bulge, and I did the same. I moved my hand across the length of his 7" cock that was pressed between his skin and his shorts, and it was nice and HARD. This has NEVER HAPPENED to me on an airplane, so I was nervous and excited at the same time. What if a flight attendant caught us? What is the passengers behind us were still awake (which I think one was because I heard her laugh at the movie that was playing). But what the fuck...I went with the flow. And I couldn't believe what came next...he unzipped his shorts and pulled out his cock. I grabbed hold and started jacking him under the blanket. There was lots of friction, so I took it easy. With every drip of his pre-cum, I tried lubing his head. Meanwhile he was still feeling my cock through my shorts. So I returned the favor and unzipped my shorts and pulled out my hard cock to let him stroke me, and it felt GREAT! We were both enjoying each others' stroking, but every once in a while we would quickly pause as we saw a flight attendant come up the aisle. With both of us covered to our necks in the blankets, I sure they suspected something, but they never paused or showed any kind of suspicion (good news for us).

Since I was sitting in the aisle seat, I was still nervous about getting caught and I knew that there was no chance of me cumming, so I zipped my cock back into my shorts. But I was hellbent on getting my guy to cum, and I could tell he wanted it. He wasn't leaking enough pre-cum to lube up his cock, so I provided saliva instead. The moment I slicked up his cock with my spit and stroked the length of cock with my enclosed fist, I swear he gave an audible moan. I changed my tempo from slow to fast to slow, and provided more spit the continue stroking him. He was VERY close! So I didn't let up and instead quickened the pace, gripped tighter, and moved my fist up and down his entire shaft. The second before he shot, he replace my hand with his and I cupped my hand so that it could catch his cum. I pulled a kleenex out of my pocket to clean up, and then went to the lavatory to wash. OH MY GOD...I JUST MADE A MAN CUM IN AN AIRPLANE!!!

We slept for most of the rest of the flight, but now with our feet and legs touching, and eventually, holding each others' hands every now and then. We never spoke a word to each other, except when he said "No thank you" when I offered a piece of gum prior to landing. In hindsight, I wish we had spoken because I would loved to have at least gotten his first name and chatted a little. This is one of those experiences that I will never forget.

I wish that gorgeous stud would read this story, recognize the situation, and find a way to write to me. Perhaps he could drop me a line on Craigslist (in the city that our flight originated) in the "Missed Connections" section.