Gay Erotic Stories

When Ian awoke, he felt wonderfully warm and comfortable, and he took him some time to realize why; he moved a little and felt a hot naked body against his, and he remembered what he had done. He pressed softly and felt Dan’s body, and had an instant erection. He thought: “It really did happen, I lost my virginity”. But he didn’t regret it one bit. Just thinking of the gorgeous stud that had fucked him made him terribly horny. He sighed, and Dan hugged him, caressing his nipples. Ian turned his head and his lips met Dan’s in a deep, wet kiss. Dan whispered: “At last ou woke up, baby.... I want you so much...” And his hands ran over Ian’s belly, stroke his hard cock a little, grabbed his thigh and lift it. Ian knew what he wanted. He was still somehow sore of the fucking, but he wanted to feel him again. He felt the hard cock, still wet, poking his hole. He pressed it against it, and felt the pressure, the invasion. He breathed deep, and one inch of flesh was inside him. Dan kept pushing, inch by inch, and this time it didn’t take long till he was all the way inside Ian, pressing his pubic hair against his ass. Ian gasped – it was so damn good! He felt Dan’s warm torso pressing tightly against his back, his arms around him, one hand caressing and pinching lightly his erect nipples, the other stroking his hard cock, the stud’s hairy legs brushing against his. And, most of all, he felt the rigid dick inside him, pumping his ass slowly and deeply. He turned his head so they could kiss again, and their tongues explored each other’s mouths. Then Dan made him roll on the seat, so he was lying on his breast, and straightened his body. And then he started pumping him faster, ever more wildly, making him moan louder. Ian was being carried into a frenzy of erotic pleasure, the stud riding him was tougher and tougher, his hands grabbed his shoulders, his buttcheeks, his neck, no longer tenderly but roughly, and he started talking dirty: “Yeah, bitch, take it... You love it, don’t ya, little piece of meat? You just love to be fucked, I’ll stuff that tight hole of yours till you beg for mercy, you cunt!” And Ian moaned and gasped, delighted with the feeling of being taken, overpowered, of being used like a sex toy by this gorgeous hunk. He heard himself saying: “Oh yeah, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me more, big stud....” And Dan gladly obliged, riding him like there was no tomorrow. Ian stifled a scream when he could no longer hold his load and came, sobbing uncontrollably. Then suddenly, Dan withdrew his dick, turned Ian abruptly around and stuck the warm cock, still wet with Ian’s ass moist, in his mouth, and came in thick gushes of creamy, salty cum. Ian gasped, but tasted the sticky cum, and swallowed all he could. Drips of semen streamed through his lips, and when Dan, finally wasted, removed his rod, he eagerly licked them. He watched in wonder the big hunk, naked and standing in front of him, breathing heavily from the exercise. Dan smiled, and caressed his wet cheek: “You sure are a hot kid, boy.” Ian smiled, blushing. Dan laughed, and stroke his hais: “Come on, mate, you’re all sweaty. Go and wash yourself, I think we have less than 2 hours before landing.” Ian searched his clothes, Dan said: “You can go in just your briefs and t-shirt, the plane is practically empty.” “OK.”

Ian stood up, put on his briefs and t-shirt, and left the executive area; the aisle in touristic was dark, he walked fast till the end, to the restrooms. He opened the door and was getting in, when a voice whispered behind him: “Can I help you?” He turned around, startled, and met the airsteward, just inches behind him. He hadn’t noticed him before, excited as he was with his gorgeous neighbour, but this guy was also stunning: about 28 years-old, 6 ft tall, short dark blond curled hair, and a beautifully chiseled face and body that reminded one of Daniel Craig, that hunky new James Bond. Ian blushed, feeling vulnerable, standing there in his underwear, all sweaty from sex and probably smelling of it, and answered: “Uh... thanks, I’m fine...” The guy smiled: “Yes, I guess you are... But tell me, did you know your seat neighbour before?” Ian was surprised and said before he could think: “No, not before, why?” The guy’s smile broadened: “That’s what I thought... That means you’re a very friendly guy....” And, for Ian’s amazement, he pushed him and walked himself inside the tiny restroom, saying: “Well, I’d like to get friendly with you too...”

Ian was surprised, a little frightened but also a little excited – after all, this man was gorgeous and he was still horny from the wonderful sex he had just had, and he was a 19 year-old kid full of hormones. He protested: “Hey, what do you mean?” The guy closed the door and pressed his body against Ian, and whispered to his face, making him feel his hot breath: “You know what I mean, baby, I saw how he fucked you and you were begging for more.... You’ll have more, boy.” And he kissed him passionately, hungerly. Ian struggled, but he was stronger, the space was minimal, and those strong lips and hot tongue soon were getting the better of him... He whispered: “No, stop... I... I don’t...” “I’m Jay, by the way.” And Jay’s hands were all over Ian’s body, and before he could say another word, he was lifting his arms to strip the t-shirt, and then he felt his briefs being pulled down and falling to his ankles. When Jay started kissing his neck and licking his nipples, Ian abandoned all pretence of resisting; he put his arms around his soulders to feel him better, and hung his head back, enjoying the attention this hunky steward was giving him.

Jay grabbed his butt cheeks and felt them, and lifted him so he could sit on the metal basin. He kissed him and said: “Hmmm, you taste of cum... Sooo good...” Then he grabbed his thighs and pulled them up, spreading them, and Ian’s knees were against his shoulders. His briefs were now on the floor, and instinctively Ian lifted his legs and put them over Jay’s shoulders. He felt then Jay’s cock head pressing against his asshole, and heard him whispering in his ear: “You’re really a hot slut, aren’t you? Always ready to have that hot butt of yours fucked...” And he pushed briskly, and the cock rammed Ian’s hole, sliding easily, it was slightly thinner than Dan’s, but longer, and Ian was still lubricated by Dan’s cum. “Yeah, bitch, take it all, feel it, slut!” Ian moaned, feeling all that meat inside him, and the zipper of Jay’s fly against his hole. The directness of the attack turned him incredibly on, and seeing that hunk all dressed, with just his cock pumping him and being naked felt terribly erotic. He moaned again, and murmured: “Yeah... Oh, yeah, fuck me.... fuck me...” Jay gladly obliged, and started pumping him deeply, in fast strokes, kissing and licking his chest and nipples. Ian was hard, and didn’t need him to touch his cock to cum in no time, sending his creamy jets of cum to his face. Jay then pressed his face against his and said: “Yeah, bitch, lick it, lick me clean...” Ian did it, tasting hsi own salty cum on his chiseled face, until Jay was clean and shiny. All the time Jay kept fucking him like a metronome. Ian didn’t even feel sore, so excited was he. Finally, Jay came inside him, moaning and cursing.

Sighing, Jay withdrew his cock and zipped his pants. He kissed Ian and said: “Wow, that was hot, kid.” And he got out, leaving Ian spent, naked and sweaty and happy. He wondered how was it possible, he had just given himself in a few hours to two perfect strangers, and had loved every second of it! Maybe he was really a slut.... But then, being a slut was just great.

He washed himself thoroughly and quickly, put on his underwear and got back to his seat, not even looking around him. Dan smiled him, he was already dressed. Ian put on his jeans and sat beside him. Dan kissed him: “Where are you staying in Sydney?” “I... I have the address of some youth hostels.” “No way, baby. You’re staying with me.” He winked at him. “After all, I still have to explore that body of yours a bit more... and teach a few things.”