Gay Erotic Stories

I was checking in for my flight at the Rome Fiumicino airport and noticed a guy in the next line over to me. We were checking in for a flight from Rome to Paris. I actually noticed his tight faded jeans, his brown leather coat and his brown cowboy boots. He must have "felt" my presence because be turned around and looked at me. His bubble butt ass looked like two grapefruit halves.

Actually he smiled at me and it was a really look that was just a little longer than normal, with those piercing blue eyes of his. Another nerdy looking guy in line struck up a conversation with him, which I guess he accepted so he could keep looking at him and at me at the same time. My check-in took a lot longer and by the time I was done, they were gone.

I heard him tell this nerd he was Roman and was going to Paris for the first time, and that he didn't speak French. I could smell his attractive rather musky aftershave and even smell the leather from his coat.

I was a bit let down that he disappeared, as his long look at me somehow made my heart go really fast and I felt myself go flush... And, I'm not one to cruise guys out in the open.

So, I went off for dinner and then spied my gorgeous guy later near the check in gate. So, I finished my meal and moved to the gate.

He was sitting facing the gate and I sat at a safe distance so I thought I could see him. Then he sat forward and started to look right at me. He had his legs spread open, and was fingering his pinky ring on his right hand. Man was he hot. And man was I drawn into his stare... Funny, usually I am not into that, and he was too inviting...

He must have known what he was doing because he had his hand down by his sexy belt buckle. And he stared at me a long time and turned that ring of his.

After a minute I realized I was staring at him and that I was starting to get a hard on, so I looked away. I must have spaced out for a minute because they had made some announcement that our plane was late. He then got up and walked around the departure lounge.

So I opened my computer and pretended to be busy. Really it was a ploy to look for him. And after a few minutes there he was not too far from me, it was like he was showing me his tight butt and jeans, pointing the boots around -- and even putting them up on one of the chairs to dust off some invisible dust.

Then after a while he came over and sat two seats down from me, and oh my god I thought I need to keep my eyes on my computer -- I was embarrassed to even look at him.

Finally they called our flight and by the time I got my stuff together he was in line -- with that nerdy guy chatting to him again.

So I made sure he boarded the flight first -- and I noticed he was in seat 9A, and I decided to be brave and sit in 9B. By the time I got my stuff up above, the nerd was sitting in 9B -- so I got the consolation prize, seat 9C. Our eyes met for a fleeting few seconds, as if he was saying "sorry guy." The nerd, who was reading a book on how to set up fish tanks, talked to him. And my man he had a sexy voice.

I was so tired I think I fell asleep to hearing them talk as the plane took off. When we were at cruising altitude I woke up, and the two guys were sleeping. I could make out his super tight jeans, and admire his hands on his pouch, and spot the ring he had on his pinky. It was gold, with a small chip of a diamond at the top--sexy, attractive, and irresistible.

When they woke, the nerd talked to him more -- man that was nerve racking no to be next to him. And the nerd explained how to get to Paris and even offered to guide him on the RER Subway train.

Getting off the plan we exchanged looks again and I was off, figuring that it was over. In the ramp that leads from Charles de Gaulle Terminal 1 to the baggage, he came and stood next to me, with the nerd behind us.

Then, after collecting our baggage, we all separated and I could see my Roman distance himself from the nerd. With his baggage cart he pretended to bump into me -- and look straight into my eyes "Is this the carrousel from Roooooooooooooome?"

"Yep" I said.

"Okay" he said and stayed next to me.

"First time in Paris" I asked?

"Yes, it is..."

"Hey," I said, "I'm taking a taxi into Paris if you want to jump in for the ride? Where are you going?"

He told me with those piercing blue eyes and now I was noticing the super lips that mouth that he was going to the 10th Ar.

"Oh, that's right near me," I said, even though it really wasn’t.

"Great, deal ... let me let the guy sitting next to me know I won’t be needing his services."

Needing? I thought, that is strange way to put it.

He was back in a moment and said, "Thanks, my name is Paolo." I actually saw the nerd look let down and walk away... I felt like I’d won.

"Hi Paolo, my name is Chuck. I can drop you at your hotel and we could even hang out for a while if you like."

"You read my mind," he said.

And off we went to take our taxi. It was an Asian taxi driver who was busy on his cell phone the whole time. In the back seat he wasted no time, as I felt those super tight jeans and muscular legs next to me. He had his hand on my knee and before long my dick.

He said, "Well Chuck, I tell you what -- let me tell you a bit about what I want to do with you when we get to my hotel room.”

“Okay,” I agreed, not believing that I actually scored with this guy so well.

He said, "Put your head back, say ‘yes Paolo’ and just listen."

I was so taken in by his smell, his jeans, his voice his manners and that ring that I just said, "Sure..."

He corrected me, "Sure yes Paolo"

Oh, had I missed that part, "Okay, sure yes Paolo."

He then droned on about how he was a sssssssssstudent, and what he wassss sssstuying. I noticed the extra effort he made on his letter "s" and it didn't matter. He slowly massaged my leg and explained how he was neither a top or a bottom, that he was in charge with guys in a very special relaxing way. He asked if I liked massages and I said "Yes Paolo." Myself surprised by the rapid response.

"Good," he said. "You’re doing fine and you will enjoy my relaxxxxxxxxxxing massage."

Sure... I may have fallen asleep in the traffic, I wasn’t sure. When I came to, we were driving to the hotel and we winked at me, with his perfect white teeth

He told me to wait in the side of the lobby while he checked in. That was easy, by this time I was totally captivated by him.

In the elevator he fingered the ring, and even let me touch it. It made me so hot. So erotic, so obedient.

In his room he wasted no time, and took out a candle from his suitcase, lit it and then kissed me. "Now, let us start the massage with some meditation and relaxation." He laid me on the bed and sat behind me, with me cradled in his legs, massaging my temples -- focusing on the candle.

He even let me listen to his IPOD that had some great music with funny noises on it. Strange, the funny noises were frequent at the start and as he went on, the noises that sounded like whales got slower and slower. That made my heart beat slower too.

He then snapped his finger and had me lay on my stomach, as he undressed me.

"You are hot," he said. "I'm gonna make you all for me."

By this time I felt like putty, and said, "Sure Paolo whatever you say."

He massaged me forever, and I fell asleep, only to awake to the hum and noise of a vibrator penetrate me deeper and deeper. I never had a vibrator in me, and he told me it was okay and nice. And it was.

Paolo gave me a trigger, "Hot shoes," while he was massaging me, and that helped me go even deeper to never, never land.

I had business the next day and knew I had to get to my hotel. It no longer mattered. I stayed with Paolo

I worshipped his cowboy boots, I worshipped his skin tight jeans, I drank the odor of his cologne and leather smell. He had me undress him, lick him everywhere and swear to be his.

Now, I go to Rome often, we speak on the phone daily and I guess I can say I am learning Italian.

And, I belong to Paolo

PS: This is a true story