A Weekend In L.A. is a Gay Erotica short story - M/M. This erotica short story contains explicit content, erotic situations, graphic language and is suitable for readers 18 and over.Although they have been friends for a long time, Ken and Charlie only recently discovered the attraction between them while on a long awaited trip to L.A. But this entire discovery started with a naughty thing that Ken did in the restroom of a plane. After they get along pretty well, having a fun day exploring the city and enjoying each other’s company, Charlie isn’t quite sure what to expect, but when he runs into an old colleague, an unexpected thing happened and they almost ruined the beautiful connection between them. All was cleared and repaired with a nice adventure at night right on the beach. After that, nothing mattered to Charlie but Ken. Nothing can hold back his feelings that were revealed to him by accident. Charlie never knew he felt this way. He is grateful that Ken could read his hidden signals.ExcerptMy good friend Ken and I planned a trip to LA a long time ago. Yet, neither of us could find the time to do this because of the busy schedules we had for the last month. So, once we had a free weekend, it was time. We packed a few clothes and left for the airport. Once we get on the plane, there was nothing we could do except wait for our landing at LAX.The flight was boring and Ken fell asleep. I don’t know if it was because of him sleeping, or if he did it on purpose, but he put his hand between my crotch. I was stunned by this thing, but it was a pleasant feeling, I think, because my penis kept getting harder and harder. When it was fully erect, he grabbed it through my pants and started to squeeze it. When I looked at him, he seemed asleep. Then, I noticed a little smile on his face. I liked what he was doing to my cock and I didn’t stop him. When I saw the stewardess coming towards us, I moved his hand, because I didn’t want to have any problems with indecent public behavior. After she passed our seats, I rose up to go to the restroom, even if I didn’t have to use it. I felt the urge to get away from Ken and clear my mind. Soon after, the door, which I left unlocked, opened, and Ken came in.“Hello Charles! How is your flight?” he asked me, with a kinky tone in his voice. When I was questioning him about what the deal was with him touching my dick, he stopped me from talking by putting his finger on my mouth. Then, he kneeled in front of me, unzipped my pants, and took out my cock.