Original © 2006

Revised © 2008

BY:  GERRY YOUNG

[To Drew in Yorkshire, England, my LOVE and THANKS for all the hours he has spent working and re-working the grammar, punctuation, and points-of-view, particularly making me aware that once or twice or thrice again, I’ve gotten into someone else’s head other than Gerry’s when I oughtn’t to have done so;  perhaps … SOMEDAY … I’ll learn.  Perhaps!]

CHAPTER  ONE

“American Airlines flight number 3098, from Palm Springs to Los Angeles, now boarding at Gate 4-B,” came the announcement from the overhead speakers at the Palm Springs International Airport.  It was 8:30 in the morning, Friday, December thirteenth.

Dummm di-dum dum.

Yes, Friday the thirteenth, most portent of all the days.  Ted and Gerry had no paraskavedekatriaphobia (from the combined Greek words meaning Friday, thirteen and fear, in that order), for this date was the first new day of the rest of their lives.  Little did either of them know to what hells and to what havens their separate paths would lead!

Dummm di-dum dum DUMMM.

Ted and Gerry Young were about to begin the dream vacation of a lifetime.  As he had told Gerry, it was a vacation that Ted had only dreamed about, knowing the futility of it merely because of financial reasons.  And it was a vacation that Gerry had dreamed about since he became a young teenager.

An aunt had given Gerry a subscription to National Geographic Magazine as a gift for his thirteenth Christmas.  He had devoured every word and every picture of every issue with its recounting of ‘far-away places with strange sounding names.’

That year, the June issue had been dedicated to the better-known pyramids, temples and tombs of Egypt.

Also, in that issue, he had seen a picture of the fifteen-foot tall granite statue of the Falcon god, Horus, standing guard in front of the temple bearing its holy name.  Upon seeing it, Gerry, with his well-nurtured Southern accent, had thought, Someday, I’m a-gonna have my ‘pitcher’ took with that ‘thar’ bird!

In the Palm Springs airport, some twenty-three years later, he was closer to the fulfillment of that self-prophecy than at any other time in his life.

He and Ted were traveling as brothers, but in all actuality, they had been lovers for only the past four months. 

A little over a month prior to their departure, Ted had had his last name legally changed to ‘Young’, the same as Gerry’s.  One of the legal documents that came with the name change, was a new passport.  Ted didn’t know it at the time, but his application for the new document was what gave Gerry the impetus to make the hurried arrangements for the two-and-a-half week trip, as sort of a … belated ‘wedding present and honeymoon trip’.

To them, the name change had coincided with a commitment ceremony and celebration held in the beautiful, rugged setting of Joshua Tree National Park, in the high-desert about thirty-five miles north-west of Palm Springs.  Several of Gerry’s friends and business acquaintances attended, as did several members of the McAllister biker ‘family’ who lived in the high-desert country.

Ted and Gerry were on their way to new discoveries and new adventures for what had begun as a ‘love at first sight’ relationship.

“Welcome aboard flight 3098, Mr. Young and … Mr. Young.  Hmmmmm … brothers?” asked the beautiful, young Flight Attendant, Angie.

“Yes, ma’am,” they both answered together, and Gerry continued, “… brothers who’ve just recently found each other for the first time.”

They hated lying like that, but reasoned that as brothers, fewer eyebrows would be raised, and now that they were traveling to a Muslim country. It might even be safer that way.  True – those in the know, would undoubtedly recognize their committed relationship.

“Oh, that is wonderful!  Congratulations!  I’m so happy for you both,” she replied.

“Thank you, Angie,” the guys once again spoke in agreement.

“Be sure to duck your heads as you enter the cabin, and have a comfortable flight, gentlemen.”

The aircraft was a thirty-seat commuter jet with two seats on the left side and one seat on the right side of the aisle.  Angie was the Flight Attendant.  The only other members of the flight crew were the Pilot and the Co-Pilot.  It was the latter who also served as Navigator.

All their luggage, even all the carry-ons, were stowed in the belly of the plane, since the cabin was small and had no over-head storage compartments.  The nicely upholstered seats and the aisle were quite narrow, making it a little uncomfortable.  Thank God, it was to be only a forty-seven minute flight.

Ted sat next to the window, and Gerry, next to the aisle.  “I can’t believe we’re on our way to Egypt,” exclaimed Ted excitedly, as he took Gerry’s left hand, raised it to his lips and gave it a lingering kiss.  Gerry had presented the tickets to him after their first Thanksgiving dinner together, only three weeks earlier.

At precisely 8:55 A.M., as scheduled, the small plane taxied to the north end of the runway, and apparently the Captain was given the OK to depart, for soon the turbojets were revving up.  Quickly and noisily the increased acceleration thrust them deeper into their seats, and carried them skyward, away from Palm Springs.

Ted’s knuckles turned white as he gripped the arms of the seat, and his saucer-sized eyes suddenly stared forward.

“First flight?” asked Gerry, leaning closer and speaking directly into Ted’s right ear so that he could hear over the roar of the engines.  Ted merely nodded, as if he were afraid to turn his head and look anywhere other than forward.

“Breathe, Baby, breathe.  It’s okay.  This is normal.”  It was difficult, but Gerry finally unclenched the fingers on Ted’s right hand from the arm of the seat, and interlaced their fingers together.  Then he raised their hands and gently, lovingly kissed the back of Ted’s hand.  He next drew Ted’s eyes to his own by softly saying, “Look at me.”

Ted slowly turned his head;  they looked at each other, and, as was becoming more and more common with the coupling of their thoughts, they silently mouthed to each other, “I love you.”

It wasn’t long before Ted began to relax and enjoy being air-borne.

They and three others were the only passengers aboard the morning flight, and sitting alone, toward the rear of the cabin, they felt comfortable enough to turn and lean toward each other for a romantic kiss in the broad-open daylight. 

When they broke, they naturally looked forward and only then noticed Angie looking at them from her backward-facing jump seat on the passenger side of the forward bulkhead.  She smiled, and the guys sheepishly grinned at her, silently began laughing, shrugged their shoulders, and gave each other another quick little peck on the lips.  Angie grinned, shook her head, rolled her eyes, and returned to her paperwork.

“Ya know, hon,” Gerry said to Ted, “her reaction to that’s a good omen – this is going to be a great trip!  He moved his left hand over and rested it on Ted’s thigh.  That brought about Ted moving his hand over to Gerry, but instead of resting it on his thigh, he grabbed and squeezed the mound in Gerry’s crotch.  It immediately sprang to life.

Gerry’s hand then moved further and grabbed Ted’s crotch that had already begun to grow.  Their gentle squeezing continued for several minutes.

“You keep that up,” Gerry whispered into Ted’s right ear, “and I’m gonna hafta ditch these drawers in L.A., ‘cause they’re gonna be too fulla cum to wear all the way to Egypt.”

“Maybe I should do something about that right now,” Ted said as he began lowering his head and reaching his other hand over to unzip Gerry’s burgeoning, pulsing mound.

“STOP THAT!  Not out here in front of God and everybody,” Gerry loudly whispered while slapping Ted’s hands away and pushing him back into his seat.

“Awwwww, Hon.  You realize it’s gonna be more than thirty straight hours before we get to the hotel in Cairo?”

“Yep!  I know.  It’s gonna be a long wait for me, too, Babe.”

“I’m gonna be a raving lunatic by the time we get there if I don’t get a little bit.  I’m gonna be climbing the walls!”  Ted continued the playful repartee.

“Jeeeeesh!  What’id I marry?  A sex fiend?”

“And … you … love it!”  Ted quickly reached over and squeezed Gerry’s crotch one more time, more strongly than before, then jerked his hand back.

“Ouch!” cried Gerry, not having expected that.

“Is everything all right, Mr. Young?”  Angie asked with a devilish expression on her face.  “You sounded like you were in pain.”

Did she suddenly just appear out of nowhere? Gerry wondered.

“Nawww, we’re just foolin’ around,” Gerry said as Ted balled up his left fist and hit him in the left shoulder.  “Ouch!  Stop that!”

Angie laughed and leaned across Gerry a little so she could talk with them both above the racket of the engines.  She had a mischievous look on her face as she asked, “You’re not really brothers;  are you?”

In a make-believe South’n drawl, Ted innocently asked, “Why, whatever do you mean, Miss Angie?” rapidly blinking his eyelids before looking out the window to his left and pushing his medium-length light brown hair back, off his right ear.

“What I mean, Mr. … uhhh … Young … uhhh … by the way, sir, which one are you?  Ted or Gerald?” she asked, looking at her passenger list.

“Miss Angie, permit me to introduce myself … I am Stephen Theodore Young, better known as ‘Ted’,” he answered, trying to stand, but hitting his head on the arched ceiling above him.  He sat down with a thud.

“Careful there, Mist… uhhh … may I just call you ‘Ted’?”

“Of course, Miss Angie,” he answered, drawing out the word, ‘course’, into three syllables.

Gerry kept glancing at him with wonderment as Ted continued talking in his fake Southern drawl.

She shook their hands, exchanged introductory pleasantries, and said, “What I meant … Ted, Gerry … when I asked if you are really brothers, was … real brothers don’t usually kiss the way you guys did a few minutes ago.”

“Oh!” Gerry responded;  “we thought maybe you’d seen us.”  He blushed a crimson red.

“Well, just be careful whom you do it in front of, guys!” she said, and then continued, “You’re a … ‘couple’ … aren’t you?”

The two men looked at each other, smiled, joined their nearest hands to each other, and nodded their heads in the affirmative.

“How long have you been together, if you don’t mind my asking?  It can’t have been too long, the way you’re acting with each other.”  She smiled and gave a little chuckle.

“Only four months.”  They had done it again – said the same thing at the same time!  This was becoming more and more a habit with them.

“So, is this like your … ‘honeymoon’ trip?” she queried.

“Yes,” they said again together as they looked at each other.  Ted then asked, “Are we that obvious, Angie?”

“Well …” she scratched her head behind her ear (which indicated to Gerry that she was thinking how to answer the question delicately);  “… let me put it this way.  When you first came aboard, I had no idea – you were just two plain, ordinary guys.  But when you came all the way back here, away from the other passengers, you relaxed a little more than a couple of businessmen do.”  She laughed, as they did.  Then she continued.  “My girlfriend and I acted the same way when we first got together – hell!  We were a couple of love-sick Love Birds – but then, gals can get away with that more than guys can.”

“Yeah, tell me about it,” Gerry scowled.

“You have a girlfriend?  A lover?” Ted asked.

“Yes.  Ten years now.”

A bell sounded from the overhead speakers.

“Oh, the Captain’s calling me.  It was nice talking with you guys.”  They nodded and reached out and shook her hands.  “Keep your seatbelts buckled, please … for more reasons than just aircraft safety!” she said, smiling – obviously checking out their crotches.  “We’ll be landing in Los Angeles, shortly.  And … congratulations to you both.”

“Thank you, and to you, too, Angie,” replied Gerry, as he protectively placed both his hands over his crotch.

“Yeah, and make that double from me,” added Ted, as he delicately removed Gerry’s left hand from its resting place, and put it over his own crotch.  Angie rolled her eyes upward again, smiled, shook her head again, and left for the Flight Deck.

Soon, flight 3098 landed at Los Angeles International Airport, and when the turbojets were turned off and their noise whined down, Ted and Gerry found themselves parked in … what seemed like … the middle of a runway.

They said ‘Goodbye’ to Angie, and descended the port-side stairs, which when pulled up, had been the hatch that enclosed the cabin.  A shuttle-bus arrived nearby on the tarmac.

Retrieving their luggage and carryons from the baggage compartment, they boarded the little bus and were whisked away to the American Airlines Terminal.  After checking in, they found that their flight would be from Gate 27, and that they had about forty minutes before they could board.

“Wanna get something to eat?  I’m starved,” Ted asked, responding to the growl from his stomach.  “They didn’t even offer anything on that little puddle-jumper.”

“Yeah, that sounds good,” Gerry replied, “but I gotta take a leak, bad!  My back teeth are floating!”

“Mmmmmmmm,” Ted intoned as he got a silly grin on his face and jiggled his eyebrows up and down a couple of times.  “Need any help?  Maybe I can get it right this time.”  His grin became even broader.  Gerry knew what he meant.

<Flashback>

It had been after a fun, romantic evening, enjoying a theatrical comedy at Valley Players Guild, a local playhouse, followed by a wonderful après heater dinner at Wally’s Desert Turtle, an exclusive restaurant in Rancho Mirage.  But they both had had a little too much to drink.

Once safely home, both men had literally run – if, indeed, one can run and stagger at the same time – to the master suite, and to the single, wall-mounted brown-and-white-veined marble urinal.  Both used it simultaneously.

Ted finished first.  Putting his own meaty semi back into his snug trousers, and as he was standing at Gerry’s left, Ted slipped his right arm around Gerry’s waist.  With his left hand, he playfully grabbed Gerry’s pissing cock, and treated it like a common garden hose nozzle, spraying up, down, left, right, all over!  He lost his balance in his frivolity and pulled Gerry with him as they both fell into a laughing tangle of arms and legs.  For whatever reason, this triggered Gerry’s erection button.

Gerry, taking advantage of Ted’s unusual playfulness, literally grabbed him by the ears, and slowly brought Ted’s hot little mouth down, pushed in his six-and-a-quarter-inch cut shaft and pulled it out to the flange of his bullet-shaped-head.  Again and again, pushing and pulling, fucking Ted’s face. 

“Ah, ah … oh, Baby,  I’m gonna … gonna …”

And he did – locking Ted’s head tightly and deeply onto his own groin.

When the intense pleasures had passed, Gerry raised up, releasing Ted’s head. 

“Whew!” Ted exclaimed.  “That was good!  I want more of that!”

He stood;  they giggled, then embraced, kissed, withdrew their lips from each other, and together, nodded their heads toward the bedroom.

<End of Flashback>

Maybe I can get it right this time, Gerry pondered Ted’s words as he turned the corner from the waiting area to the passenger concourse, bumped into, and nearly fell across an American Airlines wheelchair.

Springing to assist him, Ted cried out, “What the fuck?!?  Who would leave a goddamned wheelchair in a place like …” he quickly paused, and with the beginnings of an evil grin turning up the corners of his lips, he said to Gerry, “Sit.”

“What …?”

“Sit!”

“Why …?”

“SIT!” he almost shouted, and shoved Gerry into the wheelchair.  Leaning over and whispering, he said, “You’ll find out soon enough,” and began pushing the chair along the concourse.  “Just don’t get up or say anything until I tell you.”

Gerry started to say something, but Ted shushed him.

What are you up to? Gerry thought to Ted.  Soon, he realized where they were headed.

Ted wheeled him into the oncoming pedestrians, and across the concourse, and it was then that he discovered where they were going … into the Men’s Room!

Once inside, he started to get up, but Ted put his hand on his shoulder and pushed him back down into the seat and shushed him again.

Why is it that the wheelchair-accessible stall is always at the farthest point from the entrance?  But that’s where Ted headed.  Gerry noticed that the partitions around the stalls went to about four inches from the floor, rather than the usual twelve-to-fifteen inches, and didn’t allow easy peeking-to see-if-anybody’s-feet-were-inside.

The door to the stall for the handicapped was slightly ajar.  As he was about to wheel Gerry into the farthest stall, he noticed two middle-aged men watching;  one of them was frowning.

“My brother,” Ted said, nodding toward Gerry, “paralyzed in the arms and legs … the Korean War.”

The men’s attitude changed immediately, and offered to help in any way they could.

“No, but thanks anyway,” replied Ted.  “We can manage.”  Once inside the stall, he closed the door and locked it.

Both Gerry and Ted struggled to refrain from any laughter.  Ted signaled for Gerry not to say anything, and then spoke aloud, saying, “Let me lock the wheels, Bro.  Now I’ll lift your feet off the foot rests.”

He was actually going through the motions as he was saying them, and continued, “Now let me unzip and unbuckle your pants … OK … now, I’m gonna lift ya under the arms … umph! – you’re gettin’ heavy, you know that, Bro? … Okay, let’s try it this way.  Lean into me as I put your arms over my shoulders … good … now for the tricky part … gettin’ your pants and jockeys down.”

Gerry started kissing Ted’s neck, which led to nibbling his ear which led to running his tongue across Ted’s lips.

“Ummmmmmm.”

“You sure you don’t need any help in there, young fella?” one of the two other men asked rather loudly.

Gerry stopped his lip probing.

“Ahem.  No, but thanks again for the offer.  We’ll be fine.  Just takes some getting used to.  After all these years since he got back, this is the first time we’ve been together,” Ted answered just before pressing his crotch into Gerry’s and sticking his tongue into Gerry’s mouth.

“Haven’t heard your brother say anything.  Can’t he speak either?” the other man asked.

It was Ted who broke away from the tonguing.  “Ahem … No.  A piece of shrapnel went through his voice box.”  He held still, knowing that at least one of the other guys was going to say something.

“No shit?  Sorry, man.”

“Yeah, sorry, Guy,” said the second man who then added softly, “Those damned sonsabitches!”

“Thanks;  we appreciate that, but we’ll … make out fine,” Ted replied, grinning at Gerry over the double entendre.

Soon, they heard two sets of feet leaving the Men’s Room and heard the door closing.

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To be continued.

[NOTE FROM AUTHOR:  My dear Editor, Drew, brought to my attention that the scene with the wheelchair and Gerry’s false disability, may be offensive to those who truly ARE disabled.  Of course, he is correct and I appreciate his concern. 

If I have caused any ill feelings, please forgive me, for there is no way in Heaven, in  Hell, or on Earth that I would purposely make fun of anyone for any reason at all.  I’ve been on the receiving end myself, and it is saddening.

Perhaps it is poor judgment on my part to choose to leave it in, but people in real life do stupid things when they’re in love and excited about doing something adventurous for the first time.  Such was the case with Gerry and Ted – for a few moments, they were acting like children, not thinking about any adverse reaction that their joy and happiness might bring to others.

Again … to paraphrase a well-known plea … “Oh, my friends, I am heartily sorry if I have, in any way, offended thee.”  Gerry Young]

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Posted: 04/18/07