Date: Thu, 30 Sep 1999 00:06:27 -0700 (PDT)
From: On a Wing And a Prayer <flyingintolove@yahoo.com>
Subject: Flying into Love

Hi. Thanks for dropping by. This is my first attempt at a story like this,
so any advice is appreciated. If you want, drop a line to
flyingintolove@yahoo.com Thanks

This is a story involving a relationship between 2 teen boys. If you are
under 18, or are not allowed to read this in your area, please click the
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Flying into Love
Chapter 1

As I stepped onto the plane, I wondered what the coming 15 days would
bring. I was going away for the winter holidays on a university camp. It
would be my first real time away from home where I would no nobody when I
arrived. I was nervous because I am not the best person in the world to fit
in easily in a new group. As the plane took off, I thought that whatever
happened, I would try my best to have a good time.

The plane landed 90 minutes later at our stop over point. As we wern't
going far, the plane stops to pick up passengers at the next major city
along the way. During that time, I had to change planes. I walked over to
the departure lounge where the plane for the final destination would be
taking off from. I sat down, and, through nothing better to do, started to
read a book that I had picked up from one of the shops in the airport. I
was reading when I felt a tap on my shoulder.

	"Hi mate. Didn't know you were coming on this thing as well?"

It was Andy, one of the guys I had got to know quite well over the first
year at uni.

	"Same" I said

He then spied some of his other friends who had been on this camp before,
and they went off to meet some others coming in on connecting flights to
the same airport. Before I go any further though, let me explain about this
camp. It involves people from universities all around the country who meet
together each year. And Andy had been on it once before. I was just a
lonely fresher.

I looked up from my book as Andy and some of the others came back with a
contingent off another flight. I was about to look back to my book when I
saw him. He was standing at the back talking to no one. He was obviously a
fresher like me. He had on blue jeans, and a yellow and brown wind jacket
and he was the most beautiful guy I had ever seen. My feelings surprised
me. I had never thought of myself as liking other guys, though I had
fantasised about it occasionally. But here he was, standing there, making
me turn to jelly. If I hadn't been sitting down, I would have fallen down.

I watched as this Greek god talked to some of the others in the same
group. So he did have some friends. But they were bunched together, and
were obviously freshers as well. I had to stop staring as Andy came back
over.

	"Hey, wanna meet some of the others?"

I said ok, and he started to introduce me. However, I could not get close
to him, and even if I did, what would I say. I now knew what people mean
when they say the are struck down with love. That's what was happening to
me. I knew I was in love with this guy from that moment when I saw him. But
as I got up to board the plane, I thought that this would never amount to
anything. He would never be attracted to me, and was I really gay? And if I
was, and did fall in love with this guy for good, what would my parents
say.

We got seats on the opposite ends of the plane. And as it took off for out
final destination, I wondered if the next 2 weeks would bring anything. And
if they did, would it be forever?



Flying into Love - Chapter 2

"Please fasten your seatbelts and return your trays to their upright
positions."

The announcement seemed to come only moments after we took off. I had
never been on such a short flight before. Or had I been daydreaming
for the entire time. It certainly felt like it. I hadn't been able to
see him for a whole one and a half hours, so my brain had taken off
where my eyes had been. I had been imagining what he would look like
in various situations...holding hands, naked, having sex.....

I had to jerk myself back to reality with the announcement of our
impending landing. As the wheels touched to ground, I wondered what
the future would bring.

As I was down the very back of the plane, I was one of the last people
off. As I smiled goodbye to the stewardess and went down the stairs, I
stained to be able to see him. But he must have gone inside the
terminal building. I wasn't worried though. It was only a small airport,
and nothing could get lost in it...especially this guy with me trying
my hardest just to get one look at him.

As I walked through the doors, I was met with a large group of people
handing around the baggage counter. I saw Andy was with them, and I
went up and stood by his side as he continued to introduce me to people
by the hundred. I just stood there saying "yes" and "nice to meet you"
while my eyes scanned continuously for the one person whom I could never
forget. I was watching so hard for him, that I nearly missed my baggage.
As Andy handed it to me he said

	"Hey man, what's up with you? You look like you are a zombie or
something. "

	"Sorry. I just got a bit distracted."

	"Saw some girl you like hey!" he joked to me.

If only he knew how wrong he was. Or, how wrong he had become since we last
met.  I had always been a ladies man, and had never really looked at other
guys. But now, I couldn't stop staring.

When we had got our luggage, we went out to the busses which were waiting
for us. I was getting worried, because I hadn't seen him yet. However, as I
climbed aboard the bus, I saw him sitting up the back. My breath was taken
from me again. I saw him for the first time all over again. I walked up the
aisle and took a seat behind him with Andy. The view from behind was just
as good. Light brown hair on top, coming down to well formed shoulders and
down the back. I could also smell some CKB on him. Needless to say, I went
straight back into zombie land.

On the ride to the camp site, I stayed mute and hopefully not
drooling. This for me is a strange state of affair, and I did see Andy
giving me some weird looks. But I didn't care what he was thinking.

As well pulled up outside the dorms half and hour later, I shook myself out
of my fantasy and back to the reality. We had to choose cabins, and I went
with Andy and some of the people that he knew. There were 8 to a room, and
we spent the next while unpacking what we needed to and introducing
ourselves. Then we had an hour till dinner. I was on the way out the door
to go and have a look around when Andy stopped me. He waited till everyone
was out the door, and the said to me

	"Dave, what is the problem with you?"

I started to give the stock response of 'nothing' when he said:

	"You're not yourself. You haven't talked much, you stare for long
periods, you're just not you. I know something is up, I know you too
well. What is it?"

I sat there thinking, and churning inside. What did I tell him? Did I know
what to tell him? If I told him I was gay, or was severely attracted to
another guy, what would he do? I said

	"Well, um, I don't know how you'll take this, but I think that..."

	I trailed off, tears welling in my eyes. If I did say it, that I
was gay, would everyone I knew desert me? Would Andy tell everyone?

	"Come on mate, you can tell me." Andy said, and put his arm around
my shoulders.

	"Well, Its.........um........I think that I'm gay.."

With that I collapsed in tears on his shoulder. After a couple of lifetimes
I built up the courage to look at him. He smiled back into my eyes.

	"This is fine with me......and it's not too much of a shock.. I
suspected something major was up...I mean who couldn't. You have been
actively staring at that guy for the past few hours. But I had to let you
say it. "

	"You mean, you don't hate me?" I said

	"Shit man........what kind of a friend would I be?"

I hugged him with all my strength. I felt a great wave of relief rush over
me. Someone knew. But, more importantly, I had admitted to myself what I
had been dreading for the past year. I had tried to push the feelings out
of myself, but seeing him for the first time had brought them all back. I
was now certain of myself and my feelings. It was, in a way, a coming out
for me personally. I was coming out of my personal closet. And it felt
really good.

Andy and I got up, and went outside. As we walked over to dinner, I
wondered how to introduce myself. I knew that without the right situation,
I would get tongue tied and stuff it up. I asked Andy if he would help me,
but he said no way. It had to be me only.

So it was only now to choose the time, the place and the courage to say
hello. Hello to my dream guy.

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Thanks for reading. Chapter 3 will be along soon. Also, thankyou for you
e-mails, they are a great encouragement.

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