Date: Sat, 23 Feb 2008 00:21:20 -0800 (PST)
From: Jason Gilbert <jaywriter88@yahoo.com>
Subject: East European God, Chapter 2

     Disclaimer: This story contains Homoeroticism. If you are offended by
Homoeroticism, or are not of the legal age to read such material, or it is
illegal to read such material where you reside, please leave now. Also this
is a work of Fiction and any resemblance to real people and/or events in
reality is entirely coincidental.


                         East European God

                          Chapter Two

     "Excuse me, this is 50B, correct?" The guy repeated

     "Oh, um, yes . . . yes that's 50B" I stammered, shaking myself back
into total awareness.

     "Ok, good, I was afraid, by the look on your face that I had taken
someone else's seat" he said with that hot accent. He relaxed back into the
seat, then took out the safety card that was in front of him, and proceeded
to read it.

     I turned away, a little reluctantly, and just thought of how much of a
fool that guy must think I am. In ten more minutes there was a slight lurch
backwards as the plane started to back away from the terminal. I reached up
and turned the air-conditioner on full blast, sat down then buckled up.

     The cabin crew proceed with their rounds, closing overhead bin doors,
making sure people were buckled in while the tv screens shown the safety
procedures in English and German. I watched out the window looking at the
other planes lining up for departure. The captain came on, and told us with
a German accent that we would be 8th for departure. The roar of the other
planes speeding up to takeoff was exhilarating, knowing that soon that
would finally be us.

     "Have you flown before?" I heard a gentle slight Ukrainian accent say.

     I turned to my right, seeing the guy next to me looking at me for an
answer. "Yes, I have actually im going home, but I've flown to other places
too"

     "You live in New York City?"

     "No I live in Indianapolis, well a suburb of Indianapolis actually" I
said "What about you?  Where are you from?"

     "Well, originally I was born in Kiev, but when I was six, my family
moved out of the Ukraine, and we settled in Boston." To myself I thought
that had explained why his accent wasn't very thick.

     "How old are you now?" It was a stupid question and I didn't even know
why I asked it.

     "Twenty" he replied. Funny, he didn't look a day over seventeen. "And
what about you?  What brings you to Germany?"

     "Oh, my Uncle" I said "It's a long story, but suffice to say, he kinda
put his foot down and made me go. Study German history and such. Why are
you in Germany?"

     "Oh I'm not, well, Frankfurt was just a layover for me, I was visiting
my grandparents in Kiev"

     "Oh" was all I could come back with. He proceeded to buckle himself up
and I turned away looking outside at the planes rushing down the runway and
lifting off the ground.

     Our plane was finally there, at the end of the runway. The loud roar
of the four jet engines deafened the cabin. We sped up, and I was lurched
back against my seat. I watched the terminal speed by my window, the lights
bright as if the airport itself where a city in its own right, which I
suspected it was in a way. Finally, about a mile down the runway, we
started to lift from the ground, I gave a big smile, this feeling is
perhaps the best feeling in the world to me. I was in bliss just watching
the city of Frankfurt am Main fly by and bellow.

     My enjoyment did not go noticed to my neighbor. I pulled myself from
the window, and there he was, smiling himself, looking at me and the
view. He said through his gentle and warm smile "I take it that you enjoy
flying"

     I smiled more broadly "Yes, in fact I do. I love the whole experience,
airports, seeing the planes, people come and go, racing to get to their
connecting flights, and flying. I love the feel of taking-off, turning in
mid air, and landing, it's the best part of the vacation to me . . . if
that even makes sense."

     He chuckled a bit "Yes, it does make sense."

     For a second his eyes met mine dead on, my god they were beautiful,
hell, they were god damn bedroom eyes! But it seemed that his eyes were
more than just looking, they seemed to be examining, maybe checking me out?
I shrugged the thought out of my mind and went to look at the safety card
in the pouch on the seat in front of me.

     About an hour later the stewardesses were rolling carts down the isles
of the 747, handing out to the passengers their dinner. Alexei (Alexei
Kushnir is what I learned his name was when we exchanged names) and I had
engaged ourselves in idle chatter mostly, just basically introducing
ourselves. I had told him the whole story as to why I was even in Germany,
about my uncle forcing it upon me. And I had learned he was going to New
York to meet up with his father where they would stay for a few days,
though he would arrive a day before his father.

     The stewardess finally came by with our meals, which were actually
quite good. We finished within 15 minutes, well before the stewardesses
came back to take the trays and garbage away.

     "I am having trouble figuring something out" Alexei said quite
abruptly when the stewardess had come and gone form taking the trays away.

     "And what is that" I asked confused

     He answered in an undertone so that no one else could hear "Ever since
I sat down here, I can't help but notice, that u sneak glances at me." My
face began to get hot, and a pit grew in my stomach. He turned his head to
me and looked me dead on with his ocean blue eyes, which made me even more
nervous. "So tell me, am I correct in assuming that you are gay?"

     My face must have been redder than a pomegranate and my face hotter
than the Egyptian sands. I flustered, I don't know why, I guess being
caught in the act, finally I got my chance to sit next to a cute guy on a
plane, and now I feared that it would be left from here on out in him
angered at me or something. All I could reply was "I, um, well . . . "

     He cut me off, and to my surprise, smiled "It's ok if you are, I am"
he admitted.

     My face began to cool somewhat, and I was a bit happy knowing
that. "Really?"

     "Yes" he smiled more broadly. Damn that smile, it could win Osama Bin
Laden's heart, that is if he had one.

     "Oh well, um" I began to smile myself "that's cool. I uh, have to
admit, that I fine you, quite attractive". And there came back that hot,
pomegranate-red feeling in my cheeks again. I looked away from him,
embarrassed and feeling foolish.

     "Hey don't do that" he said swinging me around gently. He got closer
to my face, then whispered into my ear "Incase you haven't noticed Chris,
I've been eyeing you as well. You are one hot fucker if I do say so myself"

     "Yea?"

     "Oh yea!" Alexei looked at me this time with, mischievousness written
all over his face. It made my heart skip a beat. He bit his lower lip as he
looked me up and down, groaned slightly, then asked "what do you say you
and I head to the lavatory and make some . . . " his hand was now groping
my leg, squeezing it, and my breath shallowed as he finished his sentence
"turbulence" His grin was wide, and his eyes half pled, half commanded me.

     I swallowed heard, my heart was beating hard and fast and I even began
to sweat. A huge part of me wanted to go to the lavatory, to let this hunk
have his way with me, fuck me so hard, something that I hadn't had in
months. But another part of me, the part that I had mad a promise to,
forbade me, and it was the part that I had to keep in control of me.

     "Well?" he asked still smiling.

     "I can't, I'm sorry" I said and very reluctantly and gently, pushed
his strong, and smooth hand away from my leg. His smirk left, in place was
a confused scrunched look upon his face.

     "I don't understand" he said, it was gentle, which made it harder even
still to push away his offer, he seemed like the passionate type, something
I wanted.

     "Look, I promised myself something" I explained.

     "And what is that?"

     "That I would not have sex with someone without being in an actual
relationship first. I'm sorry it's just . . . " he cut me off.

     "Hey, you don't have to be sorry for anything, least of all something
like sex!"

     "It's just, I've had anonymous sex before, and I just don't care for
it. Not to mention, I've been hurt before by someone who played me for a
while, fucked me and promised me love, but never came through with it. So
you see I need a relationship before I give my ass up. I hope you can
understand that, many gay guys that I've talked to don't, they even
ridicule me because of it."

     "Well, don't listen to them! I think that's quite admirable of you to
only let selective people have sex with you. Actually to be honest, that's
what I usually do, but I saw you, and here is where I must apologize, I saw
you, and figured that's what you wanted, I guess I figure I want you quite
a bit." He explained, I took in his words, and he seemed sincere.

     We left it at that.  We chatted for a while, and he even teased me
once in a while, with sexy looks or the occasional grope. But the long day
got to me, and apparently him too, and we broke out the pillows and the
blankets generously provided by Lufthansa. We both slipped off into
dreamland, but my land though was more like Alexeiland. My dreams were
consumed by him, his strong built body, beautiful eyes, sexy smile, and
piercing blue bedroom eyes. But it was a good sleep, and I was content with
it.


     Well guys what do you think so far? I apologize for the time between
chapters one and two. There is more on the way, be sure of that! This is
also my first story, that I have submitted anyway. If you have any
comments, feel free to contact me at jaywriter88@yahoo.com.