Gay Erotic Stories

It was around the middle of December, 1999. I was on a flight home from school, and dreading another month at home. I was met with delay after delay after delay at the airport, and finally--to end my bitching I think--they stuck me on the first available flight. I almost missed my flight by the time I found the right gate. Agitated, I got on board, struggling to the confines of my seat, and saw no one in the seat next to me. I was relieved at the thought of maybe having extra room to sleep. Imagine my surprise when the bathroom door opened, and a god emerged. Wearing some yellow paratroop pants and a long-sleeved t-shirt, and tousled short brown hair, I nearly came on myself. He was gorgeous. Out of nowhere, the 6 foot tall creature walked up to me. He stood before me, my mouth dropped in awe. He kindly asked if he could squeeze into the window seat next to me. I was too stunned to speak, but somehow managed to move out of his way. Having just gotten my Abercrombie and Fitch Quarterly that day, I had it out and was about to read it on my trip. This god seated next to me looked awful familiar. But I knew I didn't know anyone this gorgeous. The stranger said, "Nice magazine." It was only then that I realized that this hunk was on the cover of the A&F Quarterly!! I managed to fumble out a "Yeah, is that you?" "Yeah" was all he said. I tried my best to conceal the boner trying to make an appearance. After the plane took off, we made small talk. His name was Trent, and he was flying to Texas as well. As I flipped through the magazine he was telling me all about all the other models. He started talking about one of the nude girls, and mentioned they had a brief fling during the shooting. While telling his story, I thought (hoped!) I noticed a little rise in his thin pants. It kept growing and as he reached down to adjust, he noticed my stare. "Sorry," he said "that was the last action I've gotten, so I'm a little deprived" with a chuckle. I laughed nervously, but couldn't take my eyes off of it. I had often heard that the Abercrombie models were mostly gay, and I hoped so much I would get to find out. Noticing my growing bulge, he said "Looks like we're both a little deprived...maybe we oughta take turns in the bathroom." No sooner did he say this, than did a rather large woman exit the bathroom...and a foul odor following her. We both laughed, and decided against that option. "Hell," he said "we can't just sit here like this. Tell you what, we'll both cover up with our blankets and finish our deeds. It'll be less embarrassing if we both do it." Could what I was hearing be true? This guy, the hottest guy I've ever seen in person, wants to jack off while I'm in the seat next to him??? "Why not!" I said, trying not to sound too excited. We both covered up with our thin blue blankets, and I could tell he was fumbling with his pants. He propped his knee up to hide the protrusion. After a few minutes of jacking (me trying not to shoot too soon), I got ballsy. I don't know what came over me, but I just reached underneath his blanket. Since his eyes were closed, he didn't noticed until my hand touched his. He looked at me smiling, saying "I was wondering when you'd do that!" He, in turn, wrapped his hand around my stiff 7 ½ inches. Under the blanket, my hand tried to get a feel for his tool. I guessed it to be around 7 ½ as well, but soo much thicker. As my hand went up and down his thick shaft, I could take it no more. It was an evening flight and a lot of other passengers were napping. The stewardess station was in the front of our plane, so I thought we might be free of observers. I finally ducked my head under his cover, and licked his gigantic head. The taste of his precum almost made me shoot my load. He let out a light moan, and started playing with my nuts. Soon, I was bobbing on his cock, trying my best to control my own moans. This was such a fantasy come true! My right hand squeezed his hefty sac, and then my spit covered hand started moving down. I tickled his bridge, and then my finger went for a prize. As I neared his hole, his pelvis started bucking. I knew he wanted it. Given our situation, I didn't think a fuck would be wise. He'd have to settle for a finger or two. As I slid my thick fingers into his hole, I finally had his prick all the way in my mouth. I loved the feeling of his pubes rubbing on my nose, and the scent his crotch gave off. By this time, he had a finger in my hole as well, and I was leaking like a damn faucet. He started thrusting his cock into my mouth, faster and faster, all the while biting his lip trying not to voice his pleasure. I finally shot in my pants..and while he caressed my softening cock, I felt his grow even larger. I wanted this stud's load so damn bad. I started sucking in small hard sucks...trying to drain him of his juice. Finally, his whole body tightened up, and his cum hit the back of my throat. He finally let out a gasp as his juice filled my mouth. I sucked on it for a few minutes after this, until he moved my head up. A stewardess was approaching. I thanked him time and again for the opportunity...and he thanked me as well. As we were exiting the plane, he said, "Maybe we'll be on the same flight back." And wouldn't you know it........ TO BE CONTINUED If you liked this story, please write me! ohsofun0890@aol.com