The first time I saw him it was clearly by chance, or so I thought at the time.
I've been doing more traveling than I used to. I've seen a few airports I've never been to before recently. This fall I've been in the United Arab Emirates, Japan, and India, transferring at airports all over the U.S. I've been to Washington State, California, Kentucky, and New York.
In one of those airports this younger guy was in line ahead of me. I didn't pay him any attention.
I mean, I'm "of a certain age". I'm married, very unhappily, with kids of my own who are doing great, no thanks to my wife. She's in bad health, to be fair, but she's a nasty alcoholic, too. So, I don't have a sex life any more, except for occasional quickies with guys. Yes, I'm bi. Maybe more gay than bi right now, thanks to my wife. At least when I'm with guys I can admire their muscles and masculinity and feel no guilt. Other women, that's a different story. Plus women want to control you in ways guys don't so much. Guys can be friends. Women can't be friends with guys.
I don't remember which airport it was. The younger guy turned around and looked at me and engaged in small talk.
I've done the same thing when I get bored waiting in those interminable lines, trying to get on a plane, struggle to get in your seat around the hundreds of others, all of whom seem to be trying to take their entire households with them and fit them into the overhead bins. I pack light always. Usually just a backpack for a business weekend... No more than one medium suitcase, even for a week abroad. People can't imagine how I do it. I can't imagine how they can't.
The guy was somewhere in his 20's I guess. However, he was sort of the guy you don't notice. He was about 5'8 or 9, thin. He had brown hair, maybe some red in it. Medium length hair... Decent face... Not handsome, but not ugly... Thick glasses with real frames... Maybe sort of Jewish-looking from Northern Europe? I had grown up with guys like that. I guess I sort of looked like that when I was his age, although I was taller by the age of 14. I've been 6 ft since then.
I've sort of grown into my looks. Finally did the contacts, the braces, the gym. I'm getting old but look pretty good. Women notice me a lot.
We got on the plane. I got off. Next trip.
About a month later I was at yet another airport and yet another line.
A young guy in his 20s was behind me in line. Looked sort of familiar. Eventually we exchanged small talk. Got on the plane. Forgot him immediately.
Must have been several months later. Once again a young guy in his 20s was in line with me and chatting me up.
Guess I must have thought about my real lover of a few years ago who was in his 20s (early) when he and I fell in love. Italian American, very dark haired, hairy chest, passionate. Eventually had to split due to age differences and his depression episodes. He's now in Italy, working and finding himself and growing. Obviously I'm imagining some young guy might be interested in me. Imagining seeing the same guy at different times in different airports.
Then last night had the realest dream. The young guy was with me again at the airport in the lines. However, this time we wound up on the same plane and seated next to each other. He kept touching me in my seat, sort of massaging me, fondling me a bit, and making me feel wanted.
In the next portion of the dream we were on the wing of the airplane, sunning, while the air sped by us below. No wind, no buffeting. However, we (and the rest of the passengers) had to be careful to stay on the big wing. My young friend and I eventually stripped to T-shirts and pants. By mutual consent we wound up entwined in each other's arms and legs.
I started to work on his body with mine. I wanted him to feel very, very, good. I figured out his hot spots and used my bigger body to make his smaller body react to mine. I could see other passenger enjoying the beautiful air, warmth, and view to treat each other in the same way.
I felt him melt into my arms and body. I knew he was enjoying immensely. I don't think I've ever had a more willing partner. I was getting ready for him to cum all over me and soak my clothes when he suddenly pulled back!
"Dave", he said, "I love you. I've loved you since I first met you almost two years ago. I want you desperately. Yes, I've figured out who you were. I've followed you a bit. This is my chance now. Here is a Texas State Medal. It is my pledge to you. Take it, and I will help you move to where I am. I will help you become a Political Science professor at my local University. Move to Texas and live with me and be mine, please!"
He took his glasses off then and I could see his eyes (green?) luminous with tears of anguish and joy.
I looked at him. "I don't even know your name", I said.
"Keiran".
"Um, Keiran?"
"Don't ask...My mom is Irish, my absent Dad is Jewish."
"So then, I'm your Dad replacement since I'm old?"
"Way too hot for that. Dave, live with me and join me."
My mind spun. I had a dependent, nasty and angry wife. Kids are almost on their own but not quite. I needed to finish rebuilding my credit and finances and pay for my wife to go away and get the kids settled. But I'm 56. He's 28?
I turned to him and smiled. "How long can you wait for me? I'm yours completely when I'm yours."
He returned the smile. "I'm young. I can wait for you. I'm yours whenever you're mine."
I kept the medal.
We'll see if it was just a dream in two years' time....