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