Gay Erotic Stories

This is a true story. I was in LA on business and took a few extra days for myself and headed to Palm Springs for the weekend. It was really low key and relaxing, but no sex. I didn’t seek it out, so no surprise there. Still, had some nice views of guys at the pool, including a couple nude sunbathers. My flight home was a red- eye, one of the last flights out of John Wayne Airport that night. Waiting to board, I noticed this cute soccer-player looking guy with someone who appeared to be his escort (not that kind!). I also noticed an attractive Brazilian wearing dark jeans, crisp white button up shirt and a vest. Nice eye candy, but didn’t think anything would come of it. The Brazilian boarded first, and the soccer dude was right ahead of me. No gay vibe from him at all, but as I saw the Brazilian check out the soccer guy and then me, I knew which team he played for. The soccer dude sat right in front of the Brazilian, and it turned out that I sat next to the Brazilian. So he didn’t get the hot straight guy, but he did get the willing gay guy. (I’m 5’9”, 145 pounds, blue eyes and buzz-cut dirty blonde hair.) Actually, I had the window seat, he had the aisle, and the middle seat was empty. We glanced at one another a couple times, but mostly just prepped ourselves for the flight.

As the flight got under way, we hit some turbulence. With each bump, his hand slid closer to mine. This went on for a bit and about 45 minutes into the flight, our pinky fingers were touching. Neither of us pulled away. Now we both knew that each other was up for… something. I hadn’t played around on a plane before so I wasn’t really sure how far we might go. After we touched hands a bit more, we both put blankets over ourselves, just in case this progressed. It did. He moved his hand to my knee (I was in cargo shorts). I thought he would keep it there for a while and maybe massage my thigh for a while, but no, he swiftly moved right up under my shorts and grabbed onto my package (wearing white CK hip briefs). He massaged my cock and balls for a while then indicated that I should pull my shorts down. By this time, the food service had come through and the lights were dimmed, although people around us were awake and using their overhead lights. Still, I knew I could at least pull my shorts down without being noticed. I unzipped them, slid them down, and released my by-then hard 7.5” cock from my briefs. He never really spoke, but gestured that he wanted to watch me stoke myself. I started moving my hand up and down my shaft slowly, running a finger over my slit and glazing my cock’s mushroom head with my pre-cum. I moved the blanket just enough so that he could see what I was doing. After watching me for a few minutes he reached under my blanket and took over, jacking me slowly but firmly. I wanted to return the favor. I reached over and tried to get into his pants, but they were tight and he was wearing a belt. We paused while he undid himself and pulled his pants and underwear down. I reached over and played with his cock for a minute and then moved my hand to his ass. He needed no further prompting and twisted his lower body so that I had direct access to his nice firm ass and ready hole. I teased his hole for a few minutes then licked my finger to wet him for easier access. I started to finger his ass and we just stared at each other, seemingly without emotion but the excitement and pleasure was evident in our eyes as I moved slowly inside and out of him. I stuck a second finger in and massaged the inside of his hot, welcoming hole. He lifted three fingers, so I again licked my fingers, tasting his delicious ass on my index and middle fingers, and then pushed three fingers inside of him as he let out just the quietest gasp. We went on for a while like this then took a breather. As the movie came on and people either dozed off or became engrossed in the movie or their books, I leaned over and rested my head on his shoulder as though we were just going to watch the movie, but that was just a pit-stop. When I felt comfortable, I ducked under his blanket and wow, this man could twist his lower body far. He presented his ass and I went for it, licking his hole then working my tongue into it, moving it around inside his delicious hot ass. He nudged me whenever an attendant was coming so I came up for air. I ended up rimming him four times and it was awesome. I just love to rim, and the excitement of doing this on the plane, in our seats, was intense.

At one point he wanted to go to the airplane restroom so I could fuck him. Man I wanted to but strangely was more worried about that than what we were doing in our seats. What I wish he had told me (found out when we landed) was that he was a flight attendant for that airline and was commuting to NYC. The working attendants would probably have turned a blind eye. Well we played for a while longer and then we started our descent, so lights were coming on and people were waking up. He pulled himself back together and as I started to do the same he shook his head ‘no’ and wanted to watch me stroke a little more. Who was I to say no?

Neither of us came, but that was the sexiest flight I ever had and went by in a flash. Since it was only 5 a.m. or so and the airport was mostly deserted I hoped to find an empty bathroom and fuck him, but he had to go catch another flight right then. I walked outside and waited for the bus into the city, enjoying the sensation of the cold morning air. Once I got home I replayed the hot airplane session in my mind, jerked off and blew a well-earned load. I fell asleep as the light came through the windows and just let the cum dry on me. Best. Nap. Ever.