Gay Erotic Stories

When this story happened to me, I was 21 at the time. I was Just freshly rewarded with my in-flight insignia, after a 6 weeks in flight service training course, where we did learn a lot--everything from safety on board, first medical assistance to service charts, how to use the galleys equipments, and much more. So, finally THIS was my big day, granted with my uniform, my in-flight wings, I was on my way to work. My first day--but for me, work was a transatlantic trip to Washington DC, on a B747.

I don't know why but that day, started too good to be true... It was sunny in Paris, the underground from home to Charles de Gaulle airport was on time (a miracle, I can tell you) and I did not get lost in the airport. I was supposed to report to the in flight service by 9 am, as our departure was around 11 am. The briefing is normally the way to meet with the rest of the crew, to know what is going on the flight, be updated with the last service regulations, and also have a nice chitchat with one another before we actually get on board.

When I arrived in the briefing room, the crew was almost complete, our purser was still missing, but my friend Pascale, who did also the training course with me, was on my flight, and looked so professional in her light pink dress. We introduced ourselves to the rest of the crew, 16 all together plus the 3 cockpit members friendly I got to say, busy dealing with some nasty weather maps over New jersey and Philadelphia.

"Good Morning everyone," a warm soft voice echoed in the briefing room. Our Purser just entered it. I turned and almost got my jaws dropping... I was expecting it to be a girl... well... here I was in front of a 6 ft 2 inch pack of a man, with green eyes you could loose your soul in, a very short crew cut, nice trimmed goatee, and a 5 o’clock shadow. The guy seemed very powerfully build, I would say like a wrestler, even if I had never seen one before.

You’ve got to know that sex was in my mind a lot, at that time, but...not only I did not much about it, and also, coming from a fairly strict protestant background, it was one of these topics I better never mentioned, unless I wanted to be punished or be in serious trouble.... I had one time bought a men magazine, which ended in the bin, and got me grounded for a whole month after my dad discovered it in my bedroom. Morality was a major topic in my family, and I would not have even dared trespassing it.

But, yes, I admit I was a tramp in my head...and well, when I saw Christian, our Purser, my heart went Boom, Boom and my pecker started to act like if he wanted to say hello. The briefing went nicely. Our flight was packed but nothing special was to be reported. We got assigned our positions, and while Pascale got herself assigned in the Upper deck shadowing a red haired girl with a nice Provencal accent, I ended up in one of the economy cabin with 4 others girls, but without any shadower. The crew bus picked us all up, and on our way to the plane...my brand new crew bag in front of me. Christian went and sat by my side.

"Welcome on board Bernie. Listen, I understood this is your first flight. I’m gonna keep you with me okay. Just to show you how to make your life easier on board. Did you already have an on-the-job training?

"Yes and no,” I said, trying to keep calm. "I did a one day trip to London, as shadow, but the girl I was shadowing was ever so unpleasant that I did not learned anything at all, really."

"No worries," he said, squeezing my leg and looking at me from head to toe with a smile on his face, "After this trip, you'll be fine. I can guarantee you that."

And he was right. I did learn a lot...We were over Greenland now, and finally got a moment to have a chat. It has been quite a busy flight. Doing the service really means being on the run constantly, and especially when you start, you always have the tendency to over do it. Christian was really nice, he made me feel great, joking, giving me tricks, details, advising me on how to organize my service... I really liked the guy, handsome, masculine and at the same ever so human.

"You know Bernie," he said, entering the galley and shutting the curtain behind him, "you are doing a fine job. I really like that smile of yours. Looks like if you’re enjoying yourself. " "I do--even if I am still tense and scared."

"Well, Bernie Boy..." he said coming just behind me and putting his arms around me, "there is a nice way to de-stress a scared little boy like you." and he ground his crotch against me. I turned my head and he looked at me, with a grin on his face. I didn't get the hint at that time, but I swear I could feel something hard against my behind. "Rest your head on my chest for a while, boy..." he added.

I did as I was told. It was smashing. I could hear his heartbeat, and his warm breath on my cheek. I felt ever so fine--it was like magic. I must have been lost in a dream as suddenly I felt a hand rubbing the front of my trousers. I was hard.

"You must enjoy it a lot, Bernie Boy, " said Christian slowly... "I can feel it under my hand "

I turned as red as a traffic light. "I am ever so sorry...it’s just that..."

Christian interrupted me, "No need to be sorry... " and with that, he took my hand in his, and pressed it against his crotch. The guy was hard as well and nicely endowed, if what I could feel through his trousers was the real thing. I started to rub my hand against it. Christian took a deep breath, lowered his eyes and looked at me.

He undid his fly, and put my hand inside. The guy was not wearing any underwear and I almost came in my trousers when my hand entered in contact with his hard on. It was nice, so warm, so heavy, so hard... it felt like a living thing. I had to stop myself from taking it out, as someone may come in, but I just bent over, and kissed it, though his fly.

"Have you ever been fucked, kiddo?” he asked. I looked at him. Not exactly sure what he meant.

"You know what that means, don’t you?"

"I am afraid I am not sure."

"Fresh meat, huh...well, I think there's a couple of more things I shall have to teach you, sweetie..." He put his hand on my ass and gave it a strong squeeze.

"I...I... better get back to the cabin and check if it is okay... "I said, stuttering. Boy, I felt ever so childish.

"No hurry...don't you enjoy the moment? I certainly do." He paused a second, before adding, "Actually, you know what? Yes...you're right. Let's keep that part of the business once we are in Washington." He bent over and gave me a kiss; his breath had a nice flavor of blond tobacco, mint and lager. "You and me gonna be just fine. Tonight, sweetie, you’re gonna get your ass fucked beyond your wildest dream..."

I did not dare asking him what fucking was about. I did not want to sound like an idiot. But, it went through my mind a lot, and I must say that the end of that trip dragged himself so slowly. Working a flight with a cock ready to poke a hole in your trousers is not the best way to work. I just could not stop thinking about him, if his chest was furry, if he would let me play with his dick...I'm telling you, my mind was in a X rated mood.

After 15 minutes of nasty turbulence over Southern New Jersey, where we had to stop the service and get in our crew seats, we finally reached Dulles airport and landed...got through all the paperwork to fill out, debriefing, clearing immigrations and customs and getting into the bus to our hotel.

Christian and the cockpit crew got our rooms sorted out, and well, I ended up in my purser's one.

"Just you and me, now" he said, closing the bedroom door. "Why don't you just make yourself at ease. Hang your uniform here, I’ll give it a press tomorrow before our trip back. " Christian was undressing himself, first his shirt off, and yes, I was right, the guy had a nice hairy chest, very hairy. His dark hair made it look like a woolen jumper. It was amazing, his build, his manliness. I never thought he could be that powerfully built. I was starring at him, lost in my thoughts, when he took me out of my dreams.

"You better get rid off your trousers before your hard on breaks through," he said, coming close to me.

I hastily got rid off my jacket, tie, shirt, trousers, and socks, throwing everything on the bed--by the way, one king size bed and were two.

"Christian. I only see one bed here... Where am I gonna sleep?"

He burst out laughing " Bernie...in this one…with me. I am not sure we’re gonna sleep a lot, but I promise I don't snore." He put his arms around me, kissed me, "You're a fine boy...just need someone to show you the ropes. I like that... " He had his hands on my ass, teasing my ass hole with his thumb. My ring clutching against his finger...he played with it for a while, talking to me, while my hard on was bouncing up and down in front of me

"You do like that huh? I can tell your ass is waiting to be taken care off…I promise you it will be. I can't wait to fuck you, slowly..." his voice was so sexy, he let myself go and removed his trousers and underwear. Here I was, facing a tower of manhood with his hard cock just in front of my face.

His dick was magnificent, may be around 7 inches long, with a nice head and growing wider toward the crotch, granted with two egg shaped low hanging balls. I wanted to play with it so badly.

"Have you ever seen a grown up man cock, Son?"

"No...Only in a magazine I used to have."

"Well, this is much better...it is all yours to enjoy... " Christian laid on the bed, and took my hand, putting it on his dick. I became wild. I started to kiss his hairy chest, playing with his nipples, rubbing my hands through all that fur, heading toward his nostril, until I eventually became in contact with his pubes. His scent was musky, a lovely blend of male hormone, sweat and "Opium for Men". I think now, that if testosterone had a smell, it was that one.

"Have you ever sucked a man's cock?" he asked, pushing my head toward his manhood.

"Not yet. But I am sure willing to try."

"Okay then… Just take it in your hands, and give it a gentle kiss...see...just like that...lick your tongue along it...ooh yes…that's it, Bernie…just here, under the head." I must have done something right because Christian was pushing his cock into my mouth. "Just suck it now, like you would do on a candy bar...yes…that's it."

I was bobbing up and down on his manhood, making it slick with my spit, gagging when his cock reached the back of my throat, keeping my teeth away from his skin. Rubbing my hands through his chest hair while the other was playing with his balls. They felt so heavy, so round…it was amazing. I was letting my dreams, my fantasies take over, and I must have done a good job, as I could hear Christian moaning things like: "Ooh... hell... you're a natural...you were made to give blowjobs. I can't believe you never did it before... Bernie...I’m gonna cum. Have you ever tasted a man's sperm? Do you want a taste of mine? Just keep on sucking me.... yeah...just like that...I’m gonna give it to you pussy boy...it will put hairs on your chest... come on you German sweetie...suck me off... yeah, play with my balls...these big fucking balls so full of male juice."

Christian's breath was getting shorter, and his words were getting lost betweens moans. I was in boy's heaven, feeling my orgasm climbing to high level.... I just had to put my hand over my cock, and bury my face on his pole to empty my load all over my chest, my pubes, long ropes of cum hanging around my pubic hairs and the hair on my legs. Christian looked at me, and crushing my head in his pubic fur, flooded my mouth with his own cum. Thick rich sperm was being poured inside my mouth, by that mountain man... the same man who looked so handsome in his uniform 2 hours ago... He eventually released his grip and pulled me up against him. I rested my head against his neck, while he rubbed his hands in my hair.

"You’re such a fine boy, Bernie,” he said looking at me

I did not say anything and we stayed in this gay peaceful moment a long time... Him caressing my head, giving me kisses once in a while, and me, playing with his fur, rubbing my nose against his hairy chest and enjoying the smell of his cologne, his skin... his warmth...

"Christian, is this what fucking was all about?"

He looked at me, with a surprised look.

"You really DON'T know what fucking is about? Well, I think I'll better give you a briefing on that..." he said, seating himself on the bed. His cock was already getting hard. "Okay, pre-flight check in procedures... I want you to lick my cock and make it very wet and slick."

I took his cock in my mouth, and surprisingly, his tool was back to a full hard status in no time, Christian was uncut, and I enjoyed playing with his foreskin, sliding my tongue under it, licking the head, playing with his balls, while I was bobbing up and down on his powerful tool.

During that time, Christian had put something on his thumb and was rubbing my ass with it. I did not know what it was... it was just nice, cool, slick, like an oily stuff. He played with my ass, inserting his thumb inside, taking it out, putting it back in. "You've got a nice ass, son," he said, breathing deeply " I can't wait to put my big fat cock inside. You want that don't you. Yeah...I know all about boys’ needs...you like to surrender to me while I fuck you like a dog.... a fucking dog with my fat cock buried up to the hilt inside your ass!"

My asshole was relaxing and opening against his thumb. I was in heaven,

"Son, come against me," he said, pulling me away from his cock and laying on his left side. I joined him on the bed... he kissed my neck, "Well, son..." he continued rubbing his fat cock head against my opening, "You’re gonna get fucked now. I'm big you know. I've got a real big cock... it may rip you a new asshole..is that what you want? Do you want me to fuck you?"

I was hard as a pole, completely lost in all this new verbal abuse. "Yes...please fuck me...make a man out of me."

He rubbed his cock head a little bit deeper inside my hole. I could feel his breath on my neck, his hairy chest against my back; his hands were opening my ass cheeks. "Well Sonny Boy...here it comes. Relax. Just relax and it will slide right on in there...yeah just like that...I want you to push on it…like that...just like if you wanted to take a dump."

I felt his cock head widening my ass ring. Surprisingly it was slightly painful, not badly though. "Chris, it hurts!"

"I know boy... just forget about the pain, and think about my big cock entering your ass... yeah... just like that... " His cockhead was inside, and was stretching my bowels. It was amazing. What a feeling of power. I had a cock getting buried inside my ass, and I was enjoying every second of it.

I guess I was more than ready because in one long slow thrust, Christian sent every single inch of his cock into me, until I felt his low hanging balls pressed against me. We both moaned and groaned and he held still for a couple of minutes.

"I knew you could take it, son!" he said, brushing his goatee against my neck, and biting my earlobe. "You're so hot... hot and tight... like a fucking glove."

He ground his dick around in my ass and then slowly started pumping it in and out, using a strong, gentle and slow rhythm. Every now and then he would shift slightly to change the direction of his thrusts, just like if he wanted to make sure that my bowels were teased in every corner. With his hands, he was gripping my hips, while his heavy balls were slapping at my own with every forward fuck thrust. He changed direction again like if he was searching for something. He knew he had found it when he jammed his cock forward and I jerk and I saw stars. Christian flipped me over, so that I was now under him, his legs inside mine, and his powerful chest crushed against my back. His cock seemed to get even deeper than it was previously, if that was possible. Every rub of his thick man cock over that magic button set off northern lights in my mind. My whole body felt as though they were becoming as warm and overwhelming as the midnight sun.

Christian reached under me, and grabbed my aching stiff cock in one big, large hand and my right nipple in the other, rubbing them in the same motion as his fuck rhythm. I was moaning like I never thought I could, drowned in the most fantastic pleasure I have ever experienced, feeling my own orgasm building up, rushing through my cock.

"I’m gonna cum," I gasped.

"Good boy," he said, burying his cock up to the hilt and then out of me hard. He squeezed my nipple. He jerked off my cock. "Shoot your load, Bernie," he said in a low bass voice. "Cum! Show me how much you enjoy my cock up your ass."

My body tensed up, like if under an electric charge, and he thrust harder. I was panting loudly. I saw the gates of Heaven; everything seemed to be centered right inside my balls and cock. I could feel my heart drumming in my chest. I came. My body went crazy. I was throwing out my sperm in hard, powerful jets. Christian squeeze my groin and every single squeeze ended up in another gush of cum.

At the same time, he was still pounding my ass. His cock felt thicker and longer and harder than before and he was really slamming his meat up to my stomach. "Gonna cum, Son"...he said, grunting, with his teeth clenched. "Gonna empty my big hairy balls in your ass... gonna give you my sperm... fucking you... yeah... fucking your boy ass…can you feel my big cock? It's big huh... yeah... oh boy... I fuck your ass... fuck your ass.. fuck your ti...AAAAARGH!"

He grabbed my neck with his teeth, he thrust one final, savage time into me and I felt his cock spasming up my ass as he let out a Growl like a Bear.

Christian lay on top of me for at least 10 minutes, both of us jerked by spasmodic post orgasmic shocks. My cock was still in his cum soaked hand, going soft, and his weapon was still inside my ass. He started to pull out, but I clamped down on his cock with my ass muscles, and he lay still.

"You don't want to give back your toy, do you boy?" he said, licking my neck, and playing with my ear.

I could feel his cock getting softer inside my flooded ass... and eventually my ass ring eased the thick slab out. He rolled off me and onto his back. His hairy chest glistening with sweat, his face shining with some kind of a golden glow. I looked at him while he used a hotel towel to wipe his dick. I had just been fucked, and I felt full...wonderfully content...

"Better get under the shower and meet the crew…"he said.. "We're meeting in half an hour."

"Thanks," I said... feeling happy and yet, unable to put that happiness into words " That was magic!"

Christian smiled and kissed me. "Well, get your ass some rest... you shall get some more tonight...welcome on board the Air France family."

...the end of the day dragged itself so slowly.