THE  HAPPY  WANDERER – V
 

 PYRAMIDS, TEMPLES, and TOMBS

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 some character’s head, other than Gerry’s, when I oughtn’t to have done so;  perhaps … SOMEDAY … I’ll learn.  Perhaps!]

CHAPTER  FOUR

Gerry grinned like a Cheshire Cat, but it was a stone-cold-faced Ted who asked, “The Mile High Club?  What’s that?”

“Are you a member, Gerry?” Y’An asked.

Gerry shook his head No in answer;  his eyes, twinkling and sparkling like a kid’s indicating to Y’An that he knew what it was, though. 

“You want to explain it to Ted?  Or better yet, you want to show him?”

“Whataya mean, ‘show me’?  Show me what?” Ted asked – to whomever would answer.

“Would it be all right, Y’An?  What are the chances of someone coming in?” asked Gerry.

“Would it be all right?  Yes!  It would be my gift to both of you.  As soon as I go out the door, lock it.  It is just like the door to any of the Heads … errr … restrooms.  As soon as it is secured, the ‘Occupied’ sign shows, and together with that, I’ll make sure that none of the other Attendants ventures back here.”

“I’d love it,” Gerry exclaimed, then corrected himself, “No … we’d love it, Y’An.”

“Love what?  What would we love?” Ted anxiously begged, almost screaming. It must have seemed that neither of the other two was paying him any attention.

“Another quick group hug.”  This time, it was Gerry who suggested it.  As they were encircling each other, he said, “Ted, just say, ‘thank you’ to Y’An.”

“Okay, Gerry,” he responded with exasperation in his voice;  “Thank you, Y’An … BUT FOR CHRISAKES, WHAT AM I THANKING YOU FOR?”  Evidently, he was becoming agitated at not getting an answer.

“How much time can we have, Y’An?” Gerry asked.

“Would a … half-hour … be enough?” Y’An teased.

“Oh, yeah!”

Y’An winked at Gerry, then gave Ted another quick little kiss on the lips, and answered,  “You will find out soon enough, my br… errr … my friend,” he corrected himself.  “Enjoy!”

With that said, Y’An turned, stepped out of the room, and closed the door.  Gerry had taken Ted in an unexpected bear-hug, and was giving him a very sloppy, very deep, tongue-dueling kiss.

Whether Ted really understood what was happening or not, it didn’t matter.  He played along, went with the flow, and hugged back.  Not only that, he jumped up, threw his legs around Gerry’s waist, and locked his ankles together.  “What the hell?  Go for broke,” he proclaimed aloud.

With Ted hanging on, Gerry stepped to the door and slid the dead-bolt lock, securing their privacy.  As he turned, he shoved his hands under the back of Ted’s shirt, kneading his bare skin and muscles.  “Stand up a minute and get these clothes off,” Gerry demanded.

Sorta like a human ‘Lurch’, Ted playfully responded, “Yesss, Master;  right away, Sir.”  Gerry laughed at his poor imitation.

Ted dropped his feet to the floor, and as he pulled his shirt over his head, Gerry knelt, unbuckled Ted’s belt, grabbed the zipper with his teeth, and yanked it down.  Then, as he roughly lowered Ted’s trousers and boxers in one fell swoop, his moist lips met, teased back that delectable foreskin, and slid down the full eight-inch length of Ted’s rapidly hardening love pole.

“Oh, Babe,” Ted cried out;  “not so fast;  not so fast.”  He pulled away from Gerry’s ravenous mouth.  His breathing was shallow but rapid.  “Get back up here;  I wanna have some fun, too, ya know.”  His shirt was gone, and he was trying to step out of his loafers so he could step out of the clothes around his ankles.

With lips joined and tongues doing battle, they struggled to be rid of all their clothes … except for their white socks, of course, but then who cares about socks at such a point in the game?

Finally, without the encumbrance of any major clothing whatsoever, they joined together – nipple to nipple, Gerry’s outtie penetrating Ted's inny, cocks rubbing and pulsing against each other pressed between two neatly trimmed mats of dark brown pubes, both cocks generously overflowing with pearl upon pearl of delicious, sweet pre-cum.  Hands roamed the other’s sides and back;  ass-cheeks were pawed and ass-cracks were digitally explored, seeking the openings to hidden treasures.

Once again, Gerry knelt, but Ted wouldn’t let him go solo;  Ted also knelt;  knees to knees, pulsing cock to jerking cock, both releasing offerings of more and more pre-come as excitement and worshipful lust grew.  Still caressing, their mouths went to kissing the other’s neck.  Ted’s arms wrapped around Gerry’s shoulders.  Gerry’s arms wrapped around Ted’s waist.

Little sounds of joy and contentment issued from them both as they gently began swaying to and fro, forward and back, side to side;  nipples tensing and relaxing, teasing and pressuring the other’s nipples;  and the bodies, at all times together, like two cobras swaying with each other in their mating dance, sometimes with each other, sometimes in counter-balance with each other.

All four hands slid down naked backs to tight, naked butts, squeezing, tormenting, caressing.  Fingers touched at the joining of the two bodies, prompting their interlacing.

Soon, those little notes of joy and contentment blended with very faint notes coming from outside themselves.  Those notes were slowly growing in strength, stirring the emotions and passions from deep within their souls.

Gently, with the continued crescendo of the music, the two pairs of arms seemed to float horizontally from the kneeling lovers.

Their lips parted;  Gerry broke into smile and laughed;  “Another little something from Y’An.”

“What?” questioned Ted.

“Ravel’s ‘Bolero’.  Listen.  Hear the steady cadence, the erotic growing toward climax?”  His eyes glared fiercely into Ted’s, with evil, wicked, lustful intensity.  “I … want … you … now!” Gerry whispered barely audible, but in perfect harmony with the background music.  He gently leaned to his left (Ted’s right), forcing them to use their outstretched arms and hands to keep from falling to the floor.

Gerry gently pushed Ted onto his back on the floor, and rolled on top of him;  their lips meeting again.  Tongues reached out and eagerly slid into each other’s mouth, roaming in the hot, moist, darkness, searching for God-knows-what, other than increased sensations of giving and receiving stimulation.

Using his feet to spread Ted’s legs apart, Gerry let the tops of his own legs lay on the carpeted floor.  Retreating from the lingual battle, he then began pushing his way down Ted’s sweaty torso, licking, nibbling, arousing as he went, yet scrunching Ted’s velvety-steel cock to a slight point of pain.

“Ouch.  Ow,” he moaned.

“Ohhh, sorry, Babe.”  Gerry lifted his hips and let Ted’s slick six-inch ‘joy stick’ slap back onto his belly with a plop.  “I’ll make it alllll-better in a woodle bit,” he added cutely.

Ted giggled and then moaned, “Unnnnnnnmmmmmmm,” as Gerry tongue-bathed his inny belly-button.  Suddenly he threw his hands behind Gerry’s head and forcefully pulled it into his stomach, deeper and deeper.  Gerry’s tongue probed stronger, faster, further, harder – but only so long as he could hold his breath.

“Ummmpf,” he resounded, quickly pulling away, inhaling deeply.  “You liked that, huh?”

“Oh, yeah, Baby.  You really know how to work me.”  He tightened his buttock muscles, pushing his cock upward.”

“Well, then, you’re gonna love this,” Gerry said as he pushed himself back a little further.

Taking Ted’s shaft firmly, he slid his hand down, retracting the foreskin once again from the reddish-purple bullet-shaped head.  Another pearl of pre-cum appeared and Gerry tenderly licked it off, and continued to encircle the swollen ridge of the crown, concentrating on the tiny, though extremely sensitive area just under the ‘v’ of the crown.

Ted inhaled sharply through clenched teeth.

Gerry continued.  Licking his lips, he sucked-in the head, then firmly engulfed the shaft, and slowly slid down the entire length, relaxing  enough to allow entrance into his throat.  His nose was buried against Ted’s sweet-smelling, baby-powdered, trimmed pubic area.

Ted moaned softly with pleasure.  Gerry, however, hummed, his throat vibrating with the sound against the sensitive penile glans.  Ted went bonkers!  “Oh, God!  Don’t stop, Babe.  Don’t ever stop!”

The constant vibration of the aircraft only added to the excitement of the moment.

Gerry continued with his loving ministration.  Enticingly, he began moving the tip of his nose over the trimmed pubes in the ‘infinity’ symbol (like a sideways figure eight), up-across-down-right, up-across-down-left, over and over, back and forth.

Persisting with the delectable, scintillating torture, his lips began to slide up and down the slick love pole again and again.  Still humming with the music, breaking only to inhale another breath before resuming Ted’s heavenly agony and ecstasy.

Soon, Ted could withstand no more.  Writhing, thrashing, flailing his arms about, pounding his heels on Gerry’s back, he screamed in ecstasy as his semen, his sperm, his cum, his jizz, his ‘Love Potion Number’ ONE, erupted into a torrential outpouring into Gerry’s gluttonous throat.  Never in their short four months together, had Gerry received such a bounteous gift from his lover.

Slowly withdrawing, he received the last dribbles onto his tongue, savoring the exquisite sweetness.  Not yet releasing the softening maleness within his mouth, Gerry relished in the renewed consummation of their love for one another.

They both totally relaxed – Ted, with one hand behind his own head, and the other gently resting on Gerry’s, tenderly rubbing his temple;  Gerry, resting his head on Ted’s left thigh, and with his left hand on Ted’s groin – index and middle fingers forming a firm, yet sensual, scissoring ‘V’, inside which lay the base of his flaccid cock.

Suddenly, Gerry released his gentle hold on Ted’s penis, and scratched his own balls.  “Oh, shit!” he exclaimed aloud.

“What?” questioned Ted, rising up and resting on his elbows, behind him.

“There’s a puddle down here.  I shot and didn’t even know it!  Awwwww shit!”

Ted began laughing.  Then Gerry joined-in.  Soon, they were on their knees again, hugging and laughing.  “Are we now members of The Mile High Club, Honey?” asked Ted, still laughing.

“At 38,000 feet and at over three hundred miles per hour, Babe, I’d have to say, ‘Yes,’ and not just ‘Mile High,’ but Seven Miles High,” Gerry answered.

“Then we've got a lot of catching up to do,” Ted remarked with a grin. “Ready for SIX more???  One for each MILE?”

“Don't I wish!?!  But we don't have enough time, hon.  We'd have to be flying 'round the world…”

“Wheeeee … I know what THAT means.  Let's get started!”

“NO!”  They kissed once more, their cheeks quickly expanding as their laughter forced breaths into each other’s mouth.  “We gotta get dressed,” Gerry continued, breaking away from the kiss and starting to stand, “before Y’An comes banging on the door.”

Grabbing some napkins from the banquette table, he garnered up ‘the puddle’ and tossed the evidence in the trash chute.

Soon they were dressed again, and had combed their tousled hair.  They looked … presentable.  Heeheehee … yeah!

Ted unlocked the door and as he opened it, he noticed Y’An standing there with his hand extended to take the doorknob.

“Well, hellooooo, there,” Y’An sort of sang.  “May I come in?”

Ted blushed like a teenager caught in mischief, looked back at Gerry, ginned, stepped back and let Y’An enter.  It was he, Y’An, who closed the door again.

Sniff.  Sniff.  Sniff.  “Damn!  It smells like a locker room in here,” Y’An grinned.  “Where is the air freshener?” he thought aloud as he began looking around.  “I take it you both are now members of the exclusive American Airlines Mile High Club?”  Under the kitchenette sink, he found a can of cinnamon scented freshener and sprayed a little into the air, then returned the can to its place.

“Yep, we sure are;  many, many thanks to you, Y’An,” Gerry answered, as he and Ted both pulled him into another group hug and kissed him, one on either cheek.

“My great pleasure, I assure you,” Y’An replied and then changed the subject.  “We have only a few more minutes before we begin our approach into JFK.  Here …” he gestured toward the banquette, “… would you care for something to drink?”

The new members of TMHC sat, as before, at the table.

After some discussion, Y’An went to the galley and returned with two complementary Champagnes for them, and a Coke for himself.  “No alcoholic drinks while on duty, you know …” he said to their nodding acknowledgments, “ … and also, mainly because of my heritage!”  He joined them, as he had earlier, sitting at Ted’s right.

They thanked him for the Champagne, and toasted each other.  “Much love, Good journey, Good friends.”

“You said earlier, “Y’An remarked, “that this is your ‘honeymoon’ trip, but you did not say where you are going.  May I ask?”

“EGYPT!” they both exclaimed, beaming with happy anticipation.  “A life-long dream for both of us,” added Gerry.

“Egypt, indeed?” Y’An replied as a slight frown clouded his usual countenance.  After a moment’s consideration, he continued, “… I know you will enjoy it.”  Then with greater enthusiasm, he added, “I have been there many times, myself … As a matter of fact …” his demeanor changed once again;  “… no, you could not … no, that is not … no …”

Incredulously, he was slowly shaking his head.  His brow furrowed more and more deeply.  His words seemed choppy, broken, disconnected as he gazed into … nothingness … somethingness!

“What is it, Y’An?” asked Gerry.

“What’s wrong?” asked Ted, reaching out and putting his hand on Y’An’s left shoulder.

Immediately, Y’An reached with both hands, placed them on top of Ted’s (on his own shoulder), and rested his left cheek atop his own hands. 

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Y’An’s mind was countless thousands of miles away, experiencing, viewing an entire lifetime in mere seconds, a lifetime about which he had only heard whispered rumors.  Those rumors had led him to use his own influence and initiative to search and re-search an inner longing and deep desire.

In all his years of study, he had hungered for and learned to follow the precepts of ancient Middle and Far Eastern sages:

A.     Kill out all sense of being separate, one from another.

B.     Desire nothing but that which is already within you.

C.     Desire only that which is always out of reach.

D.     Desire peace with all your heart.

E.     Desire possessions more than anything else.

F.      Seek, by going within.

G.    Seek, by running ahead.

After only a few silent moments, he returned to the present.

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He lifted his head, turned to Ted, smiled ever-so-slightly at him, and seemed to be gazing into the very depths of Ted’s soul.

Reacting to Y’An’s strange gaze, Ted jerked his hand from Y’An’s shoulder, and moved closer to Gerry.  Gerry put a protective arm about Ted’s shoulders and drew him closer.

“Oh, I am sorry,” Y’An quickly apologized;  “I do not know what came over me.  Please forgive me, Ted … Gerry.  That was very much unlike me.”

They studied him, saying nothing, their eyes darting back and forth between themselves and the strange young god, waiting for …?

“You’re okay, though?” asked Gerry with some small degree of polite sincerity.

“Yes, I am fine now.  It … whatever IT was … has passed.”  He took a sip of his Coke.  “Thank you for your concern.”  They nodded.  “Now!  Let me ask you … How long will you be in New York before continuing on to Egypt? … IF I may ask?”

“Of course,” replied Gerry.  “We have a three-and-a-half hour layover, and then we leave on Egyptair’s ten-and-a-half hour non-stop flight to Cairo.”

Excitedly, Y’An asked, “Is that Flight Number 984, by any chance?”

“Yes it is!” they answered together, surprised that he was familiar with that particular flight.  “Why do you ask?”  Gerry inquired.

“I shall be on the same flight … but only as a passenger.”

“What?  The same flight?  You’re going to Cairo?”  The questions came bubbling out of Ted.

“Yes, yes, and yes!” Y’An answered, beaming with joy.  Then he continued,  “This is my last flight with American Airlines.  I am returning to the home I have never really known.”

“Yevistan?  Why?” asked Gerry.

“How …” asked Ted.

“What happened?” interrupted Gerry.

“So many questions …” Y’An commented, looking at his watch as an electronic ding announced that the ‘Fasten Seat Belt’ sign had been lit.  “We are now in final approach to JFK, my friends, and since we have … uhhh …” he looked at his watch, “… almost fourteen hours of layover and flight time ahead of us, let us talk more, later.  All right?  I must get back to work, but before I do, I would like to hug you both again!”

Ted and Gerry joined Y’An in another group hug, stronger than before.  Ted and Y’An began sporting tents in their trousers, but not Gerry.  He was wearing a very slight smile on his face, but his eyes were darting from Ted to Y’An and back and forth, wondering … questioning … dangerously thinking!

Quick little familial kisses all around.

The lovers returned to their seats in row twenty-eight and buckled up.  Y’An and the other Flight Attendants hurried about with their landing duties, and twenty minutes later, the plane touched down at JFK International Airport, New York;  on time.

Apparently, Ted couldn’t understand Gerry’s coolness, for whenever he asked what the trouble was, Gerry avoided answering.

Y’An was standing at the hatchway, bidding Adieu to the departing travelers.  Ted and Gerry, the last passengers aboard, stopped and took his hands.

“We’ll see you later?” Gerry politely asked with a stone-cold face.

A silent, expressionless, studious moment, and finally Y’An gently smiled at him, nodded and asked, “Do you know where the Egyptair terminal is?  It is quite a way from here.”  They shook their heads.  “As an airline employee,” Y’An continued, “I can take a shuttle-bus over to EA … it saves a lot of hassle.  If you would like, I can clear you through security, and you can ride over with me.  Otherwise, you could stand out in the wind and snow, waiting for the right bus.”

That sold them on the idea.  “That would be great, Y’An.  Our winter coats are in our luggage, now on it’s way to the Egyptair terminal, nearly a mile away.” Ted said.  “Thank you so much.  Where do we go?  What do we do?”

“Give me about a half-an-hour to take care of things I have to do.  Then I shall join you in the waiting area here, and we can take the shuttle.  All right?” 

Ted and Gerry nodded.

“I need a cigarette and a cuppa coffee,” Ted said.  “Let’s go over there, Babe,” he pointed to the nearest coffee shop, “and wait for Y'An.”

They turned toward the AA terminal, and Ted called back, “Later, Y’An.”

“Wait, please,” Y’An called, walking back toward them.  “Gerry,” he said, placing his hands on the front of Gerry’s shoulders and turning him so they could face each other, eye-ball to eye-ball, “something is bothering you, my friend.”

Gerry began to move his head side to side, but Y’An contradicted his wordless answer.  “Yes, there is!  And I think I know what it is, but believe me, it is nothing for you to be concerned about.  I am not a threat to the relationship between you and Ted.”  He looked at Ted, winked at him, and with his left hand, pulled Ted into a little triangle with them.  Then he looked from one to the other and said, “If things work out as I … uhhh … saw … a little while ago, you will be surprised and very, very happy;  please believe me, my friends, my brothers,” he said, looking at one and then the other with his beautiful pale, pale blue eyes.

You saw something?” asked Gerry.  “Are you psychic?” he snickered.

“Sometimes.” Y’An answered without emotion.  “But only rarely.  And when it happens, it is usually … FREQUENTLY … quite accurate.”

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It was 7:30 PM, EST.  Three hours to kill before boarding the flight to Cairo. 

God!  That cuppa coffee and cigarette are sure gonna taste good! Ted thought, with visions of pyramids, temples, and  tombs … and beautiful, enticing, exotic, other-worldly Y'An … Y'An … Y'An … dancing in his head.

Oh … oh … oh, yes … YES, OF COURSE! …  and … GERRY!

To be continued...

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Posted: 06/13/08