Date: Mon, 25 Feb 2008 02:35:30 -0800 (PST)
From: Jason Gilbert <jaywriter88@yahoo.com>
Subject: East European God, Chapter 3

     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 Three


     "Mmmmmmauh" I yawned and stretched as I awoke. I looked at my watch; I
had been sleeping for about two hours. So far I had been on this flight for
four hours now. I looked next to me in the dimly lit cabin, dimmed so that
people could sleep on these long transoceanic flights, and found Alexei
still. I smiled comforted in the thought that he was not some fabrication
of my mind or a dream.

     I sat for a second, then realized what had woke me up, I had to piss
. . . bad. I went to go wake Alexei to let me through, then saw how
adorable he was sleeping there. He looked so peaceful, and so innocent with
his eyes closed, his mind thinking up unconscious thoughts. God, he was
such a hottie, the more and more times that I looked at him, I found myself
having a deeper admiration for him.

     He must have noticed me looking at him, because his ocean blue eyes
opened and he took a deep breath through his nostrils. "Hello" he said
quietly and lazily "like what you see?" he chuckled slightly and grinned.

     "Don't flatter yourself, I wasn't looking at you specifically" I lied
through my teeth, and I could tell by his grinning expression that he
didn't believe me for one millisecond. "I was actually about to ask you if
I cold get by so I can go to the bathroom" I said.

     "Oh, alright" he said. He got up, placed the pillow and blanket on the
seat and proceeded to the aisle. Luckily the seat next to him, 50C, was
empty, so we didn't have to climb over anyone else. He stepped aside and
let me pass to the isle where I proceeded aft to the nearest lavatory.

     As I passed row after row, I saw many people of many nationalities,
races, religions, and states of sleep, from totally knocked out and
snoring, to awake a gabbing with their neighbor. I had also seen a teenage
girl stare dead in front of her to the fore of the plane, and I turned and
noticed she was staring at a still standing Alexei. I donned a huge smile
as I walked the few more feet to the lavatory, knowing that inside that
girl was would gladly trade places with me. Of course, only when hell froze
over would I trade with her and give up my spot next to the Adonis that sat
next to me.

     Finally I got to the lavatories, non where occupied, so I just entered
the nearest one and latched the door shut. I unzipped, and took out my
semi-hard dick and pissed up a fucking storm into the toilet. It was like a
spigot to the Atlantic was released in my bladder. I was there for a full
minute or longer. "Fuck" I exclaimed as I finished, feeling relieved. I
flushed the toilet, it leaked more or less some blue liquid, then stopped
with an ear-popping "whoosh" and "pop".

     My ears must have been affected, because I thought I heard a knock. No
way were the other lavatories full. I shrugged it off and zipped up, then
heard a distinct knock on the door. It was followed by Alexei's voice
"Chris, its Alexei, open up"

     I was confused, but I was finished anyway, and figured maybe the other
lavatories were full, so I unlatched the door and opened it. I made to get
out so he could use it, but instead, Alexei's wider body pushed through the
threshold and he closed the door behind him, latching it shut again.

     "Now, that's better" he said with a grin. Our bodies were very close
in the closet-sized bathroom. Though, he wasn't helping much he allowed
himself to get much closer than he needed.

     "What are you doing!?" I asked surprised.

     "What do you think?" he said mischievously. "I was all alone sitting
by myself, so I followed you, and waited until you were done."

     I almost couldn't believe it, but there he was, in front of me,
blocking my path to the door.  His strong and assumably hard body was a
wall in front of me, yet I didn't even make a move for the door.

     "That still doesn't explain why you came into the lavat . . . "
finally I got it, sex "Dammit Alexei" I said abhorrently "I told you
. . . " he cut me off, something I was learning he was good at.

     "Chris, noooo" he said, his strong hands on my arms "no, I didn't want
sex, I respect your wishes"

     "Then why are you here" I said, genuinely confused.

     "To get a taste" he said simply and with another one of his damn
smirks. He got closer, so close my heart raced faster then the 608 mph 747
we were on. And so close I could feel the warmth of his body, the kind of
inviting warmth that you wanted to curl up to on a cold night. As if he
could barely get closer, he stepped even closer, his body began to press
into mine, his arm around my own body, forcing me into him.

     I starred at him, nervous, and unspeaking, my breath heavy and chest
heaving. That so called "assumably" hard body was hard, as hard as granite!
His arm felt like a python coiled around me, and just as, if not more,
strong. Yet as my bare arm felt, his skin was so soft, as soft as a baby's
skin, which you would think would not be the case with this muscle man in
front of me.


     His eyes playfully delved into my mind, staring deeply into mine, I
felt like a deer caught in a head light. I wanted to tell him to stop, but
my mouth failed me, and didn't utter a sound. His frame was now visibly a
good 6'2" as I compared it to my own 5'8" height. He smiled so gently and
warmly. Then as quick as it started, it felt over. He parted from me, my
back missing the python-like arm supporting it, and I didn't realize how
much it was supporting me until I almost fell down, my legs as soft as
gelly. I composed myself, as he stared at me, then brought his arms to the
bottom of his shirt. What he did next made my mouth drop and water at the
same time.

     Alexei peeled his shirt from his torso and over his head, it resting
in his left hand, he dropped the light-blue shirt on the countertop
supporting the sink just behind me. He stood, spreading his arms for me to
get a good look, definitely proud and assure of himself and his body.  I
actually felt a tear as I stared at his body. Completely lean, flawless,
hairless, assumably naturally so. The six-pack's ridges were cut deep like
valleys in a valley of lightly tanned skin, so deeply that you could
probably put half a finger or more in.

     He flexed, annoyingly, yet pleasingly so, veins stretched across his
body, and even more so on his arms. He teased me for quite some time with
his beautiful body. He finally stopped after maybe two minutes, but what
seemed like twenty me being high on endorphins and all. He smiled came back
over to me, and must have noticed me faltering again, and quicky snaked his
arm around my back, supporting me.

     His went tight against my body again. He looked in my eyes, and placed
a strong hand on my face, his thumb stroking my cheek a few times. He
gracefully dove his head down like a gliding eagle to mine. He kisses me
dead on the lips, his other hand broke from my back and joined the other on
the opposite side of my face. His soft lips sent almost pure electricity
through to mine. I breathed more easily, breathing in his sweetly musky
scent.

     His head parted from mine, my face trying to stay with his, following
him for an inch. My eyes opened hi looked deep into me yet again, as if
asking my soul if it was ok to proceed. My soul must have said a begging
and pleading "yes" for he dove gently back to my lips. And as his lips
parted mine, half forceful, half gentle, my arms instinctually wrapped him,
one around his neck the other his torso. And he too held me tight, very
tight, almost crushingly tight around my body.

     His tongue entered my mouth effortlessly. Why wouldn't it? I at that
point was too far gone to resist this Slavic beauty. He quite skillfully,
very skillfully in fact, darted and slid his tongue in my mouth. Gliding it
gently over my own tongue, massaging the roof of my mouth and driving me
absolutely insane with it. He then started this tag game with me, our
tongues playing in his, then my mouth. When one won the "round", the
other's tongue slid back into his mouth, and the loser's followed to tag
the tongue and end of round.

     After a few minutes, he chuckled parted from me then gave a warm peck
on my lips before saying "Damn, that was fun".

     I smiled and chuckled myself "Yeah, it was"


     Again he dove to me, this time to one of the most sensitive parts of
my body, my neck.  "Uhhhhhh" I gasped taken by surprise. He expertly kissed
and sucked, licking and not leaving an inch of my neck dry and not touched
by his soft lips. I exposed more of my neck to him, my eyes closed as I bit
my lower lip at his gentle kisses, moaning at his rough ones. He even took
a few nips and bites at my neck, most definitely leaving a temporary
indentation of his teeth in the skin.  They were hard too, but so damn
pleasurable, I gasped and melted at each one.

     Then he licked to my ear, another one of my sensitive areas. He kissed
and sucked on the lobe, I damn near cried in pleasure, and a tear streamed
down my face. "Ohhhhhh fuck" was all I could muster. He laughed through his
throat mischievously and continued with expert skill, licking my ear,
nibbling gently and pulling lightly. I gave out more moans of ecstacy.

     He went back to my neck kissing it, licking it some more. "You've done
this all before haven't you?" I half spoke half whined.

     Alexei laughed again through his throat in a "you know it" kind of
tone. He kissed my chin and then my lips each once. I heard his voice say
teasingly "if you think that's good, you should see my in bed"

     When I opened my eyes, he was staring at me, with a wide self-assured
grin. "God you're good" I said. That only made him grin wider.

     "Thanks!" he replied "Mmmmm" he moaned licking his lips "Shit, you
taste so good Chris"

     I must have blushed redder than a fire hydrant at that. "Uh, thanks" I
chuckled.

     He parted from me, my body screaming to me that something was
missing. He grabbed his shirt and put it back on, not that it really
concealed anything. As I looked, I saw he sported a hard-on! And it looked
enormous! It bulged through his dark-blue jeans, and even the head peaked
through the top! Just the tip though, but enough to see his red head
glisten with precum.  It looked so tasty from my end. Finally his shirt was
back in place and hid it from view, I looked down at my own crotch and saw
my dick was straining against the fabric of my boxers and jeans.

     "I see we both got excited" he commented. I looked up and saw that he
was watching me.

     "Um, yeah" it was all I could say.

     He chuckled and said "Come on, let's get to our seats"

     I straightened myself up, got my composure back, then followed him
like a love sick puppy out of the lavatory. He led the way out back into
the cabin. We passed rows of seats, and that girl who I could tell was
eyeing Alexei as he passed. Finally we got to our row 50 and he stepped
aside to let me in.

     I nestled into my seat as did he and he smiled at me. But this time it
was admiration, not lust or mischievousness. Admiration, maybe even a want,
but not sexually wanting. I saw beyond him, in 50D an old woman, who looked
British, scorn at us, as if she thought we did something disgusting, as if
WE were disgusting. I bet she thinks that we fucked in the bathroom or
something.

     "Alexei?" I said "I think that woman over there thinks knows we did
something in the lavatory"

     "So?" he said plainly "Who cares? Why care? I mean you and I both know
that it's not like we fucked or anything, just make out. Even so, how is it
her business. Just ignore her babe" He caught himself at his last work, he
looked down slightly as if caught with his hand in the cookie jar, he
looked as if he felt guilty of something bad.

     All that I could get out so I could clarify what he said was "What did
you . . ." before he famously cut me off. That was beginning to get
annoying.

     "Hey let's get some sleep before we land in New York ok?"

     "Alright" I yielded.

     We broke out the pillows and blankets yet again. My eyes immediately
got droopy. I closed my eyes then went to lay my head on the soft pillow,
but instead I found a hard and warm surface that I found more comfortable
than any stale pillow. I fell into a hypnotic state between sleep and
awareness, not realizing what my head had found to lay on. My head unknown
to me was on Alexei's left breast, whom had reclined and slouched in a way
that made me more comfortable. What I did feel, and yet did not protest,
was his arm that he placed around me, and his hand atop my head that began
stroking my hair.

     My eyes opened slightly and I immediately knew where I lay to rest, I
snapped up, quite abruptly. I looked at Alexei, unsure if I should rest my
head back down, who smiled, and looked deep in my eyes as an acknowledgment
that it was ok. I gently lowered myself back down onto is chest, laying
there listening to his heartbeat, something I failed to notice before.

     He kissed my head, and lay his head on mine, his pillow on the back of
his head, one arm around me again. Unknown to me the woman across from us
was staring in disgust, in bitter resentment at the spectacle, that I'm
sure she felt she was being forced to see.

     Alexei noticed this, raised his head, then threw out his free arm and
asked in an angry undertone "What?! What the hell are you looking at?!" She
immediately turned away mumbling something about "WELL! I never! Damn rude
poof!"and "Lufthansa should not allow such displays to take place on their
flights!" in a clear London accent, which complemented Alexei's light
Ukranian accent. He growled in anger, then went back to me, resting on me,
closing his eyes to fall asleep. Helped by the four jets' low rumble, we
both drifted off into a very comfortable sleep.




     So what do you think? Sorry to tease you guys, but that's just how the
story goes, and no, none of this has happened to me, it's all coming from
my head. Well again, if you have any comments, feel free to write to me at
jaywriter88@yahoo.com