Gay Erotic Stories

Recently, I had flown to Auckland, New Zealand to meet my parents and celebrate a warm Christmas, then came back 2 weeks later. At the airport, I met a gorgeous guy sitting opposite me in the departure lounge, and at that moment, I started to like him. Earlier, there was an announcement about the flight, being delayed for some reason. So, I decided to start up a conversation with the sweety who was sitting in front of me. His name was Jeremy and I got to know that his seat was in the same row as mine, and the only thing that separated us was the aisle. He was tall, cute, handsome, charming, and very, very sensitive. I'm not bad looking too. Very similar to him, according to Jamie, a name he preferred to be called. I wish I could describe him more. We boarded the Virgin Atlantic flight some 30 minutes later. I kept staring at him when he wasn't looking and admired his body. He wore a black striped Adidas POLO and black jeans, with a charm around his neck and wrist, similar to mine. I noticed that he kept going to the lavatory. And every time he did, I was fantasizing about how big his dick would be and how smooth his body would be. Finally, I started to speak to him again. We talked about a lot of stuff including about our school and friends. Finally, I asked him whether has he got any girlfriends, and whether has he ever kissed anyone passionately before. His lips were very luscious, and I couldn't resist asking him about it. There was a long pause, and a frown before replying back with the answers, that I was hoping to hear, "NO, IN THE MATTER OF FACT, I HAVEN'T GOT ONE AND I HAVEN'T KISSED ANYONE PASSIONATELY BEFORE" with a very convincing, but confused tone of voice. Without hesitation, I quickly jumped in the empty seat next to him and kissed him deeply in the lips. But suddenly, I stopped, because I felt guilty and apologized for what I had done. He smiled, and told me that it was okay, and kissed me directly on the lips. I was startled for a second, because I couldn't believe what he was doing. He whispered in my ears, telling me that he was gay too, and he knew that I was also, because he couldn't help noticing me, staring at him most of the time. Suddenly, Jamie separated us apart and told me to get back to my seat quickly, as the person who was sitting next to him was on his way back to his seat. I gave him a smooch on the lips and scurried back to my seat. I felt so good and I finally felt relieved that I needn't worry about staring at him anymore. He was such a great kisser. I was so desperate in having him in my arms again, I grabbed a postcard in the seat pocket and wrote a note on it, asking him to meet me in the lavatory in about 15 minutes time. At the same time, most of the passengers were already asleep, dozing, or reading intently. He gave me a nod before pretending to get some sleep again. I stared at him while he closed his eyes for a very long time. At last, the time has come. I got out of my seat and headed for the lavatory. I glanced over my shoulder and could see that Jamie was looking at me. I waited in the lavatory aisle at the back of the plane, and a few minutes later, Jamie followed. There was nobody in the aisle and most of the passengers sitting at the back were sound asleep, some stretched across several seats and some of them had earphones attached to their ears, so this was the ultimate chance for me to have an intimate session with Jamie. I kissed Jamie as he reached for me. We quickly stepped into one of the lavatories and locked the door. Jamie told me to take my shirt off, and I did. I helped him take his off. He had a great body with noticeable six-pecks. I unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his jeans and slipped it down his ankles. He was in great shape. There wasn't much room in the lavatory so, I told him to sit on the toilet seat lid and took his 6" cut, smooth dick down my throat. It felt so good. Minutes later, he got hold of my hair and tried to pull my mouth off his dick and warned me that he was about to cum. I didn't care, and I forced his dick deeper and he shot his load, 6 or 7 times in my mouth. He let out a moan, and I swallowed every single drop of his cum. It was sweet, creamy and hot. I thought it was all over, but he then realized that I hadn't came yet. He told me to slip down my jeans, and he quickly turned over and leaned on the table-top. I slid my hot and hard 6" cut, smooth dick, similar to his, directly in his ass. He let out a groan and told me to fuck him hard. I started slowly and bit his shoulders at the same time. I know that he was in great pain, but he told me not to worry. I reached his chest from the back and started to explore it. I got hold of his nipples and teased them one by one. They were cute. He whispered, and told me to go faster and more violent and rough, and I couldn't help it but to follow his instructions with pleasure. I thrust my dick further and went on faster and faster, and shot my load into him almost instantly. We paused for a minute and I noticed tears rolling down his cheeks. I pulled out my dick and embraced him, kissing him passionately. I wiped his tears with my fingers and kissed his eyes, he finally smiled at me. We hugged each other and helped each other dress-up again. He paused and told me that he loved me. I gave him a kiss again and told him that this experience was my first time. It was his first too, and he's willing to do it again. I grabbed a serviette from the dispenser and wrote my address and number on it. He wrote his down too. We both peed with our hands holding each other's dick. We had a final suck on each other's dick, to wipe of the pee-drop and got ready to get out of the lavatory. We had to peep outside the door, just in case there was someone waiting outside the lavatory in the aisle. We didn't want to get caught for being in the loo together. Luckily there wasn't anyone outside in queue, so we rushed back to our seat and we both fell asleep at the same time. Boy it was such a great experience for me. He was the cutest guy that I have ever met and believe me, he called me on Sunday, 4th January 1998, a day after we arrived, and was wondering whether we could go out together sometime in Central London. I realised that flying with Virgin Atlantic didn't keep me from being a Virgin for long after all. Message from Author: Hi everybody, thank you very much for your interest in reading my true story. Drop me a line anytime and maybe we could share some first time experiences that you may have. Love, Devon Jeremy Daniels devonj@hotmail.com