Date: Sun, 2 Mar 2008 03:50:37 -0800 (PST)
From: Jason Gilbert <jaywriter88@yahoo.com>
Subject: East European God, Chapter 4

     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 Four


     "Excuse me" I heard for the like third time a woman say with a thick
German accent.

     "Mmmhumm" I groaned in protest my eyes opened up, and I say the woman
was one of the stewardesses. I and Alexei both were waking up at pretty
much the same time.

     "I'm sorry to disturb you, you both looked rather comfortable, but the
captain has put the fasten seat belts sign on. We are heading into some
rough turbulence, and I must ask you both to put your seats in an upright
position" She said in a nice and professional, and very sincere manor.

     "Oh" Alexei and I both said, understanding the safety rules. "Yes of
course" I said, straightening up "thank you"

     She nodded politely an affirmative, accepting my "thank you" then
walked away to wake others who slept through the captain's announcement
like we had. "Thank bloody god she stopped that" I heard the older British
woman say. Alexei shot her quite the angry look, which she didn't even see
because she had said it while her face was nose deep in some book, which
title I could not catch.

     Just then the plane rocked violently. "WOW!" I exclaimed, grabbing the
armrests.  Turbulence, the very thing the stewardess had woke us for. I
looked at my watch; we were just an hour from or expected arrival to New
York. I glanced out the window, it figured, clouds down bellow, and what
looked like flashes of lightning. I knew about where we were though. We, no
doubt, are over New Brunswick or Maine by now. Nearly all air traffic en
route from Europe to New York flies over the Canadian Maritimes then
follows the New England coast to New York.  It is the same thing with many
other East Coast cities actually.

     I tuned my head from the blah view to a living Adonis. I smiled at
Alexei, he met my eyes and smiled back. His head rocked a bit from the
turbulence, and I could hear a baby cry not too far away. It reminded me of
a road trip I had taken with my family to New England, most of the roads we
traveled on rocked like the plane did now, so it was actually kind of nice
to be reminded of those happy times.

     I frowned then, it just reminded me of how much I actually didn't want
to go home. I kinda pulled a boo-boo on my family. I was a bit agitated
about leaving, especially because Uncle Greg wanted it, not me. So in fits
of furry at the Indianapolis airport, I came out to everyone, and well,
Uncle Greg doesn't like it. From what I have gathered through phone calls
from mom, Greg is pestering mom to get me institutionalized, to change me
to be "normal". I told her that he could try, but since being gay is not a
disease in the eyes of the real psychiatric community, there wasn't
anything he or my parents could do. I was an adult, and as an adult, I'd
have to volunteer for something like that. And do you really think that I
will? Hell, no!

     But more from what I have gathered, Uncle Greg wont let it down. He
knows people in high places, high places in mental institutions. Mom says
that she's fighting him. Dad is a bit in shock, but so far, he's not taking
it all that well. Mom told me that he swore that he wouldn't disown me, but
he needed some space right now. My older sister, Ashley, however, well, we
NEVER got along, and when I came out at the airport, she said something
about fags should die or something. My brother Charlie she said was taking
it rather well. I explained to her though that I told him I was gay when I
was 13, which would make him 15 at the time.

     Me and Charlie where always very close, yeah, sure we fought at times
like brothers do, but we confided into each other all the time, shared
secrets. And shared something a bit more, I sucked him a few times growing
up. A week after I told him, I confided that I was curious about sucking
cock, and that I wanted to try it. So like horny teenagers, he whipped it
out, and I sucked. I even told him that I didn't want to lose my virginity
to just anyone, to lose my cherry to a guy who could hurt me. I had heard
stories of girls getting fucked for the first time, and the guy just left
it at that. I asked him to fuck me, to be my first, he had experience
fucking girls. He told me how weird that would be, that sucking was one
thing, but fucking your brother was another.

     The first guy to take my virginity, his name was Andrew, did just what
I had feared. I was 14 he was 16, we went out for almost a month before he
got me into bed. It was nice, and it seemed like it was more real, the
relationship that is. But the calls stopped, the visits to the house did
also, and he never had time anymore in school to talk, which was all a
switch; he was always around me in school before, always at the house,
always calling. When I told Charlie about why I had been crying for almost
four days, he said he'd be right back, and didn't come home for like three
hours. He came home bruised, and the next day I found out why. Andrew, I
learned at school was in the hospital, he didn't get back out for almost
two weeks. Charlie was damn lucky that Andrew didn't recognize his
attacker, otherwise he would have been in deep shit.

     Charlie, that day I found out about Andrew's hospitalization, said
that he wished that he had done what I asked, to be the one to take my
virginity, to spare me what I went through. He knew that the first time
always sticks with you, and he felt bad that I'd remember my first time as
a bad one. We never did fuck, and the blowjobs stopped about a month
afterwards.

     I moved on, had two boyfriends, if you could call them that. They were
more like flings than anything, and none of it was real to me. I also had
about five one-nighters too. It just wasn't for me none of that was. I was
tired of it, hell, it wasn't even fun to me. I wanted real intimacy, and
the only time when I truly found that was a couple hours ago in the
lavatory with Alexei. That was really the most intimate I've been with
anyone. But as I thought more on it, the more it hurt, we couldn't be, not
really. He lived in Boston, hundreds of miles away. And did he really want
a relationship anyway?

     "Chris?" I heard a light Ukranian accent say "Chris? Are you alright"
I snapped out of my thoughts and came to reality, that rocking reality of
the flight I was now on.

     "Huh?" I said looking at Alexei who seemed quite worried. "Oh, um,
yeah im fine" I lied.

     He saw through it, shook his head and said very seriously and
concerned "No, you're not.  Please, Chris, tell me what is wrong."

     I had to push him away, I didn't want him in my life, I didn't want to
get hurt. The thing was, I was falling for him so hard, fast and deep, and
im not talking puns. I just couldn't bear to get close, only to have this
guy leave my life in a flash when we land.

     "There's noth . . ." I was interrupted again, but this time not by
Alexei, by the intercom.

     The captain came on, and with a German accent he explained that there
was a dense fog rolling along the eastern seaboard toward New York and that
all flight out of JFK was cancelled.  But, due to the fact that the fog was
going to be light enough for us to land when we got there, we would be able
to land on time. It was just a heads up to let us know that the passengers'
connecting flights aren't departing tonight.

     "Oh great, just great!" I expelled furiously. The other passengers, I
heard, were also blurting out their grievances too. "And all the hotels are
going to be booked. If we up here know about the cancellations so do those
on the ground, all the hotels are going to be full, FUCK!"

     "Im sure Lufthansa has blocked out rooms at a hotel for its
passengers" Alexei added.

     "Maybe, I don't know, there are dozens of airlines, and hundreds if
not thousands of people now stranded at JFK. Im sure the other airlines
have thought of it and blocked out rooms in an already booked city."

     I sat back, angry, my flight was cancelled, and I knew that I would
not be lucky enough to get a spot at a hotel room even if Lufthansa did
block rooms. They would be limited at best, and it's first come first
serve, and here I am at the back of a god damn Boeing 747-400! More than
300 people on this flight and about half would have connecting flights, I
doubt Lufthansa could find 150 rooms for those on board. I'm sure the
airline would try its hardest to accommodate its patrons, but I gave no
hopes, knowing the three airports in the New York area are hubs for several
of the nation's largest airlines.

     I glanced at Alexei who looked like was pondering something, taking
something into consideration. I figured he didn't want to talk right then,
and was glad, I didn't want him to pester me for answers to try and get
close. I almost teared, he was such a hot guy, and from what I could tell,
he was sweat and kind. I couldn't, and I wouldn't be drawn in and
hurt. "Damn!" I thought to myself, "siting next to a hot guy is not what
it's cracked up to be, especially when he is also gay and loveable.


     The captain came on again, we were clear of the turbulence, but now we
were preparing to land. He told the stewardesses to get prepared for
landing, and they did their rounds to make sure people where buckled in,
everything was stored away, and seats were upright. I stuffed my pillow and
blanket into the pouch on the back of the seat in front of me.

     After about ten minutes we were circling around New York in a holding
pattern, sixth to land according to the captain. I had cooled down some,
about Alexei and being unlucky to be seated next to him. I looked at the
god next to me, and smiled thinking now how lucky I actually was. I was
lucky that I had eye candy the whole trip, slept on the gorgeous guy's
chest, and just plain, old got to know him. I laughed at my stupidity from
earlier, though still a bit saddened in the thought that we can never be, I
was at peace in knowing, finally, I got my on wish, to sit next to suck a
hot guy on a long trip. I then turned to the cold window, looking at the
bright and beautiful New York City skyline in the near distance, it being
blurred by the rolling fog.

     "You can stay with me tonight" I heard Alexei say form behind me.

     "Huh?" I asked dumbfounded.

     "You're right, the likelihood of a room being available for you is
slim, and I don't want you sleeping in the airport. So I've been thinking
it over, and you can stay with me for the night."

     "Alexei you don't have to, Im a big boy, I can . . ." there he goes
again, interrupting, god damn he has got to stop that!

     "Please" he said almost begging, his eyebrows fell, his face pleading
with me "please, spend the night with me, I'd feel better knowing you were
in a hotel in a warm bed, not some cot in a bright, noisy
terminal. Please."

     His beautiful eyes, reached into my soul yet again, how could I say
no? They pled like a worried lover. "Alright" I conceded.

     He took a nice deep breath in and smiled, happy with the answer. Just
then I heard a rumble and a shake from below our feet. The landing gear,
they were being extended, we must be lining up to the runway. I looked out
the window, and saw the wing flaps were extended pretty far, basically a
wall coming off the wing. As we lowered into the thickening fog, the
navigation lights blinked brightly, lighting up the water vapor around us.

     I could feel us dropping down to the ground, and what a feeling it was
almost made my heart skip a beat. I could see the blue taxi lights near us
through the still thin, but thickening fog, and knew we were just feet from
the ground. Then a huge jolt and a slight screech from the tires contacting
asphalt at nearly 100 miles per hour, marked the touch down of the jumbo
jet. Then the jets' nacelles slammed back, deploying the thrust reversers,
causing the engine's to roar wildly and deafeningly loud. This was couples
with the deployment of the plane's spoilers on the wing to slow us down to
a safe speed to taxi. All the while us passengers were being pulled
forward, pealing off the backs of our seats.

     We finally slowed down, the jets became much quieter now, and we drove
off the runway and onto the taxiway, toward the terminal. I was a bit
saddened now, the plane was on the ground, and it was the end of the
flight, but I knew for some odd reason, that it was just the beginning of a
very interesting, and wonderful journey.

     After some fifteen minutes or so of taxiing around the tarmac, we came
up to the gate.  Already the fog had thickened up quite a bit, and I saw no
jetway empty on the international terminal nor any of the terminals we
passed for that matter. Plane stands even began to fill up, I was thinking
how luck we were that we got a jetway and didn't have to disembark outside.

     The passengers all at once got up and began to collect their baggage
as the captain said it was alright to get up now that the plane was at a
dead stop. It was chaos, cute guys, old guys, little girls, old women, all
got up and tried to get off the plane, but no one was going anywhere. I
stayed sitting down, I figured it will be a while before I could even move
out of the seat let alone get off.

     It wasn't until about ten or so minutes later that I saw movement,
people filing ahead to disembark, almost ten rows ahead of us. I got up,
and in my lead so did Alexei, and we both got our bags, the old British
woman who was standing in the isle next to our seats let us begrugdingly
get to the storage bins. She mumbled something about rude poofs, but I
didn't pay any attention.  In a few more minutes the people around us moved
and I and Alexei, together, moved forward, rather quickly, to the front of
the plane.

     Finally we were at the door of the giant aircraft that led to one of
the two jetways that linked up to the 747 to speed up disembarkation, and
we filed out into the metal corridor. At the other end we came up to the
terminal, and what havoc we came upon.

     "Damn!" I said looking at the line to the service desk for the gate we
were at.

     "What?" Alexei asked

     "That line!" I said pointing to the line of some thirty people. They
were all doing what I needed to do, change their flights that were
cancelled tonight, to a flight for tomorrow. "I need to get a flight for
tomorrow"

     "Well, let's wait in line, we really aren't in a hurry, are we?"

     "No, I suppose not" I agreed, and we both walked to the end of the
line, and who was in front of us? It was none other than that old British
lady from 50D.

     "Look who it is" Alexei said with contempt under his breath to me.

     I chuckled slightly at the irony, how often does that really happen? I
looked beyond the desk and out through the large glass windows. The fog was
getting thicker and thicker by the minute, but, I could still make out the
plane we just left from. Its distinct nose and upper humped deck still
visible. The cockpit windows looked like eyes to some giant beast and
looked as if they were staring at me, though not menacingly, more like
happily, like some loved one who just gave you a special gift.

     I felt lips on my forehead, Alexei just kissed me, and put his
python-like arm around my shoulders. It felt so damn right to have his arm
around me, to have this gorgeous hunk just near me, to have him show
affection for me.

     "Sorry" he said as I looked up at him. He began to retract his arm,
but I stopped him from removing himself from me, something that I want to
be good at, as much as he is at interrupting me.

     "No, please don't" I smiled "its nice" he smiled back and willingly
placed his arm back upon me. I felt something drop out of my hand, I think
it was my ticket for the flight I was to be on, and sure enough it was. It
slid about 5 feet from us, so I slipped from Alexei's arm, and went after
it, him watching me and my spot as I did so.

     As I snapped up from picking up my ticket, my eyes came upon the 747's
cockpit yet again. And this time when I looked into her eyes, I knew why
she had smiled. She was a loved one, an old friend, that had given me a
very special gift indeed. I glanced at Alexei, then back at the 747, and
smiled broadly. "Thank you" I said aloud, it was for her bringing me and
Alexei together. Even if nothing could become of "us", at least I got to
know him, and at least for one day, and that was ok with me now.

     "Who are you talking to?" Alexei asked. "Who are you thanking?"

     I smiled broader yet and turned to him, and began toward Alexei who
looked at me in confusion. "An old friend" I replied, still walking to
him. As I got by his side and I grabbed his arm to place it upon my
shoulders he just said "Huh?". Yet again I replied "just an old friend
thanking her for the greatest gift in the world"

     "Have you gone mad?" he asked.

     "Ha ha, no, Alexei, I haven't, im perfectly alright, more than
alright" I then went to the tips of my toes and brought my lips to his, and
kissed him gently and tenderly. "Far more than alright"

     He smiled oddly, and accepted it as it was and returned my kiss with
an equally gentle and tender one of his own. "Oh bloody Christ, knock it
off ya damn poofs!" the old British woman in front of us said

     "MOTHER! Do you have to say something so rude during something so
beautiful!"a younger woman said with the same London accent as the elder
one. I had not noticed her before now, but did not complain about her
having this savior of a companion. "You boys mind no attention to what she
says!" the woman said "You go right ahead!"

     We both smiled, and then took her up on her offer, and gave each other
a gentle, dare I say, loving, kiss. And the younger woman smiled for us
both while her mother scorned, but not uttering a peep. I rested my head on
his large solid chest while we waited. "Yep" I thought, "Far more than
alright!"



     First off I'd like to thank EVERYONE who has given me support, it's
definitely good to have! This chapter is a bit long, I hope you boys (or
whomever else maybe reading) don't mind.  Don't worry, this is definitely
not the end. There is much more story to come ;). So, what do you think so
far? Again, if you have any comments, fell completely free to write me at
jaywriter88@yahoo.com.