Date: Thu, 30 Sep 1999 00:06:27 -0700 (PDT) From: On a Wing And a Prayer 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 back button on your browser. Otherwise, enjoy. 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. ------------------- Thanks for reading. Chapter 3 will be along soon. Also, thankyou for you e-mails, they are a great encouragement. flyingintolove@yahoo.com ________