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  TWO

“Damn!  Thought they’d never leave,” said Gerry.

“Yeah, me, too,” echoed Ted.  “Now back to business.  You said you had to piss.”

Gerry nodded.

Since he had already unzipped and unbuckled Gerry’s pants, and had lowered them and his jockeys, Ted took hold of Gerry’s flaccid penis which began growing, stiffening, lengthening and thickening.

“You keep that up, and you’re gonna have to take something that’s going to explode in just a couple of minutes.”

“Oh, good!” exclaimed Ted, as he knelt down and kissed the tiny lips on Gerry’s not-so-little cum-rocket-launch-tube.

As he slid his lips slowly down the still inflating shaft, Gerry sucked in the air through his clenched teeth.  They both moaned at the pleasures they were giving and receiving.

Ted pulled back and off just long enough to say, “We don’t have all day to pleasure ourselves, so let’s just make this a quickie.”  Then he went back to bobbing his head up and down the velvety rocket, faster and faster as Gerry’s breathing became jerky and frantic.  Slippery, sloppy sounds were then coming from the stall for the handicapped, along with Gerry’s vocal reactions.

“Oh, Baby, yeah … oh, oh … oh, yeah, um um ummmmm … oh, Ted … Te… T… ughhhhhhh!”

Shaking from the mighty orgasmic explosion, he then pulled Ted’s head tightly into his groin, forcing the fullness of his cock into Ted’s mouth, and its spasming, slippery bullet-shaped head beyond the epiglottis, emptying his lusty, erotic juice directly into Ted’s throat.

Ted almost choked at the unexpected deep penetration, but relaxed and, after a bit, began pulling back, bathing the deflating shaft with his tongue.

Once disengaged, he looked into Gerry’s eyes and lovingly said, “That was delicious.  I could live on a full-time diet of that love-juice, Hon.”

“Ummmmm;  I’d give you twenty-four hours to stop, but I gotta pee, and we got another flight to catch,” Gerry said, pulling Ted up, and stepping closer to the toilet.

Ted spun around, grabbed Gerry’s semi-flaccid penis, aimed it toward the toilet and said, “Let’er rip, Baby!”

He had to go so badly, he risked it.

“Ahhhhhhh … the pause that refreshes,” sighed Gerry.

The splash in the water was thunderous, and Gerry thought it would never quit, but of course, it did, as all good things must surely come to an end.

Gerry gave Ted a quick little kiss on his lips, then hurriedly pulled up his jockey and his pants and zipped them and buckled his belt.  “How much time have we got?” he asked, flushing the toilet.

Ted looked at his watch, unlocked and opened the stall door.  “About five minutes till they begin boarding, and twenty-five or thirty minutes till the flight leaves.”

They both walked over to the basins and began washing their hands just as … another … toilet … flushed!

They froze.  Their eyes met in the mirrored wall in front of them, and then … again in the mirror … they saw another stall door open.  

Their mouths fell open at the unusual beauty of the youthful-looking god coming from the stall.

He must have been in his late twenties … early thirties – perfection personified.  His eyes darted back and forth between their reflections  in the mirror. 

Their eyes scanned his reflected image from his toes to his head – black shoes, navy blue trousers, pale blue shirt, red-white-and-blue patriotic tie, gold flight wings over his left breast pocket, a navy blue blazer slung over his left shoulder, and he was pulling behind him a piece of wheeled-luggage.  Nothing too unusual about that;  not in an airport, anyway;  perhaps … more than likely … he worked for one of the airlines.

What was unusual was everything else.  Pure white hair.  Pale, pale blue eyes.  Shiny skin that was almost translucent – like a mixture of living white sperm and pure, sweet, clear pre-cum, with just a faint touch of cinnamon … yellowish-brown … giving him a soft, glowing warmth.

They both began licking their lips, turning in unison to gaze upon this heavenly vision of a man … or was he … something beyond human?

“Enjoy your quickie?” asked the exotic young god, grinning, as he began washing his hands.  “I got off, just listening to you two.”  He grinned again.

Is he gay? wondered Gerry.  Is he a gay Olympian god?  An angel?  Extra-terrestrial?   I never heard of gay extra-terrestrials before.

“We didn’t know anyone else was in here,” remarked Gerry, still ogling the stranger.

“That’s the understatement of the year!”  The stranger started laughing.  Ted and Gerry joined in.  “Just be a little more careful, OK.  Security and Vice patrol the heads around here constantly.  Gotta rush.  Have fun … but be careful …  guys,” he said, drying his hands, tossing the paper towel, then rushing out the door.

“That’s the second time we’ve been told to be careful,” remarked Ted.

“Hey … you work around…” Gerry didn’t finish his own question;  the stranger had already left.

“Damn!  Gerry continued, “that was a shocker.”

“Yeah,”  Ted jumped in;  but didja get a good look at him?  He’s gorgeous!”

“Hey!”  Gerry scowled.  “Cut that out!  You’re mine!”

“I know.  I know, babe … but your tongue was hangin’ out, too, ya know?  You were just as infatuated with him as I was.  We can still appreciate beauty, can’t we?”

Ted was just about to say something else, when Gerry held up both hands and said, “Whoa.  Whoa.  Whoa … yeah, you’re right, Hon … I’m sorry.  He just sorta shook me up a little, ya know.”

Ted nodded his head in agreement as they both finished drying their hands.  “Come on, let’s go.  They’re probably boarding by now.”  Then changing his thoughts, he added, “What are we gonna do about the wheelchair?”

“Leave it where it is, I guess.  Somebody’ll pro’bly figure you fell in and got flushed away,” Ted joked.  They both laughed, turned and left the Men’s Room.

They were about to pass a Gift Shop, when Gerry suggested that they go and get some snacks to take onboard;  “… airline food’s not all that great, ya know.”  They ended up getting enough chocolate bars, peanut-butter-and-cheese crackers, and yogurt-covered pretzels to feed a small army.

As Gerry paid for the crunchies, they heard, “Your attention, please.  American Airlines non-stop flight number 200 to JFK, New York, now ready for boarding at Gate 27.  Those passengers with seating in rows twenty through twenty-eight may now board.”

Gerry looked at their Boarding Passes.  Seats 28-A and 28-B;  the last two seats on the left side, facing front.  This had been his request when booking the flight, because when flying eastward, no direct rays of the Sun come in the windows on the north or left side of the plane.

And  … being the last seats in the back, there are never any little kids kicking the back of the seat or looking over your shoulder, or whatever other mischief they can get into. 

And … you’re closer to the rear galley and those extra cups of coffee, or cans of soda, or glasses of water, or bags of peanuts. 

And … you’re closer to the heads, both for your own relief, and for watching all those hardons parading down the aisle.  Frequently, one will be noticed to be right at mouth-level, while the body to which it is attached will be standing in queue, waiting for a Head (and on rare occasions – a mouth, or some other warm, moist hole) to become available – male or female!

Ted and Gerry were first in line after the announcement and made their way back to their designated seats.  Stowing their carryons in the overhead compartment, they remained standing for a few moments, just … people-watching … and making comments about this person and that one, that hunk over here, those flamers up there.

The fascination of watching fellow passengers trying to stuff all their carryons into the small overhead compartments; or retrieving airline blankets and/or pillows from those same compartments, and having them fall on some other unsuspecting passenger, then the offering of polite apologies;  or frantic adults trying to calm hectic little versions of themselves – all tend to lose their charm eventually.  Like the old saying goes, “Once you’ve seen one, you’ve seen them all.”

Ted sat down first and was soon followed by Gerry.

Having learned that these were Ted’s first flights, and remembering the thrill of sitting at a window, Gerry insisted that Ted take the window-seat.  He immediately looked out the window and watched the many service trucks, running about, doing what they had to do to make the flight as safe and as comfortable as possible.  And, yes, even the catering truck, on-loading their hot meals.

“Whatcha looking at, Hon?” Gerry asked as he put a hand on Ted’s thigh, and leaned toward the window so that his own body would prohibit anyone from seeing the intimate contact.

“Oh, just ev’rything, Babe.  But what’s that little fire truck doing out there?” he pointed and moved back a little so Gerry could see.

As Gerry leaned further toward the porthole-shaped window, his hand slipped from Ted’s thigh to cover and lightly squeeze his crotch.  “Ummmmm, that feels good,” Ted softly responded.

Being able to feel the head of the cock even through the thicknesses of Ted’s trousers jockeys, Gerry lightly scratched it with his thumbnail.  “Ahhhhh,” Ted reacted, exhaling through clenched teeth;  you’d better stop that right now.”

Gerry didn’t stop, but instead, gave answer to his last question;  “That ‘little fire truck’ as you call it, is there just in case of an emergency and they have to put out a fire.”

“Well, I think I’d better motion for them to come in here and put out the fire in your desire,” Ted retorted with a grin as he removed Gerry’s hand.

“Awwwwwww, you don’t even want me to touch you anymore,” Gerry feigned sadness and cowered completely back into his own seat.

“That’s not true, and you know it,” Ted giggled.  Gerry joined in, laughing.

“Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking.  Good morning and welcome aboard American Airlines flight number 200, non-stop to JFK, New York.  Outside temperature here in Los Angeles is currently sixty-nine degrees …”

Ted looked at Gerry and wise-cracked, “My favorite number!”  Gerry smiled and nodded in agreement.

The Captain continued, “… and at JFK, it is now thirty-four degrees Fahrenheit;  that’s only one degree Celsius, folks.  Hope you all brought warm clothing, ‘cause it’s predicted to get well below freezing tonight.”  Throaty vocal sounds of protest were heard throughout the cabin.

Ted and Gerry looked at each other, shaking their heads, signifying, “No.”  All the heavy clothing they were taking with them was in their checked-in luggage, and there was no way in hell of getting to them until arrival in Cairo the following day.  Oh, well, they’d just have to stay inside the terminal at JFK rather than go outside for a smoke.

“We’ll be cruising at about 38,000 feet today.  The skies are clear, and we’ll be pointing out Hoover Dam, The Colorado River, The Grand Canyon and other interesting sights along the way.  Flying time should be right around five hours, twenty-eight minutes, and we should arrive at JFK at 7:28 P.M. this evening.

“It is now 11:00 A.M., Pacific Standard Time, and 2:00 P.M., Eastern Standard Time.  You may want to reset your watches.  It’s easier to adjust to the time difference while in flight, than all at once after you arrive at your destination.

“We are at full capacity today with three on the Flight Deck, nine Flight Attendants, and 174 passengers.  I’m Captain Ron Dreisler, and I promise not to fall asleep at the controls today.”

Ted had been listening intently, and jerked his head to Gerry with somewhat of a worried look on his face.

“… Just joking, folks.  But about half-way to JFK, I’ll turn the controls over to our worthy co-pilot, Captain Gainey, while I walk through the cabins.  I’d like to meet a few of you nice people while stretching my legs.

Ted then seemed much more relaxed.  Gerry smiled.

“Now, if you’ll glance out the windows, you’ll notice that we’re moving.  We’re being pushed away a safe distance from the terminal, and in a couple of moments I’ll be taking the controls.  Make sure that your seats are in the upright position, folks, and your seat-belts, fastened.

“Now, I’m going to turn the mic over to our Senior Flight Attendant, Mr. Y’An [pronounced ‘Ian’] Andreesson who will, with the assistance of the other Attendants, point out and explain the safety features aboard.  Have a good flight, and … I’ll be talking with you later.”

As the engines roared to life, the plane slowly moved forward.  The air conditioning kicked in, and the cabin lights blinked a couple of times.  The eight female Flight Attendants evenly spaced themselves throughout both aisles. 

At the front of the cabin, a man stood and turned.

Ted and Gerry’s mouths fell open for the second time during the past sixty minutes.  It was him!  That gorgeous hunk of a man, alien or … whatever!  Women swooned, a few men acted as if they would swoon, and all three flamers up front, hurriedly fanned themselves.

“Good morning, beautiful ladies and handsome gentlemen,” he said sultrily as he swept the entire cabin with his unblinking pale blue eyes.  He appeared to pierce into each every passenger’s soul.  With a gentle, loving smile on his lips, he slowly closed his eyes before he bowed with reverence to everyone.

Gerry and Ted licked their dry lips, and their hands immediately covered the tents in their trousers.  Surely, this beautiful, strange man standing before the ogling passengers, had been misnamed at birth;  surely, here before them was the living incarnation of Kahil Gibran’s ‘Omar, the tent maker,’ or the ancient Egyptian god, Min, himself!

More feminine swoons, and a goodly number of men clearing their throats or wiping their foreheads with handkerchiefs.  He had quite an effect on them all.

“My name is Y’An Andreesson, and yes, as the Captain said, I am the Senior Flight Attendant this morning.  In the pocket on the back of the seat in front of you, you’ll find …”

To Ted and Gerry, his clear, resonant voice with a slight, unrecognizable accent, petered out as they looked at each other and whispered, “Oh … my … God!”

Little did they know!

To be continued...

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Posted: 05/02/08