Gay Erotic Stories

I had gone to Atlanta's Hartsfield airport to drop off my son who was flying to Brazil. We had to check in two and a half hours early for an international flight, and with the recent embassy bombing in Kenya, we came even earlier expecting to need more time because of heightened security. So after he checked in, we had some time to waste. He had to do some last minute shopping, so I sent him off and found that I had some time on my hands. Well, I thought, let's see if anything's happening. I entered the men's room off the main concourse. The room was shaped somewhat like an E. The first arm of the E had a series of wash basins, the second a line of urinals, and the third a row of stalls on one wall and more urinals on the opposite wall. I scoped out the last section and noticed several sets of feet behind the stall doors but noted no action. Rats, I thought to myself. I walked to the center section and found several men lined up pissing, but no action. I took a piss and glanced down the row--always check out the meat market, I figure. I finished pissing, shook my dick, and zipped. As I walked into the front area to exit, I noticed a knockout enter the john. About 6 foot one, maybe 180 pounds, dark short-cut hair lying close to his scalp, a neatly trimmed goatee, blue eyes smiling out of a tanned face, he was attention riveting. I paused to look at him more carefully and noticed tanned legs dusted with dark hair emerging from his shorts and hints of a hairy chest peeking out of the top of his tee shirt. Well, maybe no action, but at least some erotic looking, I said to myself. He turned to enter the middle section and glanced back at me. At age 50, I'm no longer a hunk--in truth I never was. But I still have people tell me I'm good- looking. They tell me my thick wavy grey hair is one of my best features, although I always thought my grey-blue eyes were more compelling. I carry my 190 pounds well on my six foot frame and my smile is devilish. I met the fellow's glance then went to the basins and rinsed my hands. After a moment, I turned and returned to the middle section where the urinals were. My guy was at the next to the last urinal so I went to the last one and unzipped. I pulled out my dick and glanced over to my right. He had his dick out but he was not pissing. Rather, he let his dick lay on his palm and softly cradled the semi-hard cock with his fingers. He noticed me looking and began to stroke his dick. It began to grow to an impressive, though still not really hard, size. I stroked my dick, then slipped it back in my pants, zipped, glanced once more at the guy, then walked to the entrance to the section. He looked once more my way then I heard his zipper. I turned to enter the stall area. As I walked into the rear section, I noticed again several pairs of feet and that the last stall on the end, a handicapped stall, had an open door. I walked to that stall and went inside but did not close the door. I stood only for a moment when my new friend entered the roomy stall. I closed the door and locked it as he put his backpack on the floor. A shoe peeked under the partition but we both ignored it. I moved close to my silent friend and placed my palm over his crotch. I could feel his dick growing and his body trembling. I unzipped him and moved my hand inside. His dick was velvety, thickly veined, and cut, with slight moisture capping his dick head. I slipped his dick out of his shorts and licked the head. He trembled more heavily and grew rigidly stiff. I had a full nine inches on my hand--or better yet in my mouth. I nipped his dick, taking small nibbles from the burgundy glans down to the thick black hair poking outside his shorts at the base of his cock. I began to take his cock into my warm wet mouth and soon worked my lips down to the base. Some cocks are just perfect. Some are too short--you get them in you and hardly feel them at the back of your mouth. Some are too thin--there's nothing much there--just as well be sucking on a straw. Some are too long--no matter how hard you work, you're always struggling to get your nose in that soft fragrant bush nestling the cock. Some are too fat. Sucking cock should not be a struggle to unhinge your jaws. My trembling friend had a perfect dick. The nine inches were steel in velvet: hard and rigid, strong and commanding but covered by skin so soft and yielding that I had to resist biting. I could wrap my fingers around this cock, my fingertips just touching my palm: a handful and a mouth-full. I sucked greedily for a few moments, but I wanted more. I reached up to unbuckle his pants but his hands beat me to it and he undid his belt and let his shorts drop to his ankles. I slipped his briefs to follow his shorts. I fell in lust. The more I saw the hotter he was and hotter I got. His thick pubic hair soon shadowed off to a light dusting that rose up his chest. He slipped his shirt over his head to reveal the dusting of hair thickening again on his chest and setting his pick erect nipples off in a landscape of sculpted muscle softened by the dark hair. I slipped his cock out of my mouth and into my hands while I licked and nipped each nipple in turn. His trembling continued, passing over him in waves. I slowly worked my way back down to his cock and buried it deep in my mouth. I could feel his dick head prize open my throat as it slipped deeper and deeper. My nose, now parting his pubic hair into equal halves, drank in his musty odor. I guessed that he had already flown a while: he smelled fully of manliness--a mixture of musk, clean sweat, worn clothes. I breathed deeply and continued to suck. Up and down his shaft I slid, each stroke ending with his dick head parting my throat. At the end of each stroke, I paused and squeezed his glans with my throat muscles. I placed one of my hands on his ass. More beauty. The globe of his ass was also dusted in hair which swelled over strong muscles. I slid my finger into his crack and his trembling increased even more. My fingertip slipped to his asshole, a warm, crinkly, pulsing texture. My finger slipped inside and his cock jerked in my mouth and he quivered all over. I pulled my mouth off his cock and he turned his ass into my face. The aroma of his pubes was even stronger here. I kept fingering him as I reached through his legs and took his balls into my other hand. His balls hung two or three inches from his dick--he was hot enough that they swung away from his body. I caressed his balls while my finger crept deeper. He bent over, exposing more of his ass to me. I stood and he backed toward me. I dropped my trousers and placed my dick along his ass crack. He moved his ass in gentle strong sweeping motions, grasping my ten-inch dick with his cleft ass. I pulled him closer and sank my dick slowly into his ass. His trembling now began to shake me gently. I gasped as my final inch slid to meet his hard ass and I paused while his ass walls pulled me ever deeper into him. Waves rhythmically pulled me into him as I put my arms around him and tweaked his nipples. Except for my low groans, neither of us had made a sound since we first met eyes. I picked up the pace of fucking him as I moved my hands down from his nipples to his balls which were swinging with the movement of my thrusts. I stroked his cock, still slick from my saliva and his precum. When I moved my hands back to his chest, he slipped his hands through his legs and grabbed my balls, pulling them sharply forward. I love my balls being roughed and almost immediately I came, pulling his whole body to me and gasping into his ear. His ass continued to move along my cock in rhythmic cycles and I felt some of my cum leak out onto his hands and my balls. I slowly withdrew from him and turned him around. I took his dick into my mouth again while I placed my hand between his legs and inserted my finger again into his asshole. With only time for a few strokes back deep in my throat, he gasped and plunged his dick as far into my mouth as he could. I could feel the sides of my throat expand but I held him. His dick grew even thicker, his balls retracted snug against his groin, and his cock pulsed once, twice, then several times. I sucked his cum deeply and held him in my throat. In a few moments, he pulled out and pulled me to my feet and hugged me. That was great, he whispered, then pointed to the stall wall. The feet next to us had at some time been replaced by a set of eyes. Below those eyes, a mouth smiled and whispered, Wow, what a show. My friend pulled up his shorts, tucked in his shirt, zipped his pants, picked up his backpack and opened the stall door and walked away. In a few hours, my son off on his flight, I drove home. My mind returned again and again to my silent friend. Finally, I pushed my pants down and stroked myself to a climax as I drove down the interstate. My cum pooled on my belly and as it dried I thanked my trembling friend for a great hour.