My name is Jake. I'm about 5' 10" and fairly skinny. I like to stay in shape by running, but have never been into weight lifting or building muscle. That said, I like to think that I'm not scrawny and am fairly easy on the eyes.
I should also say that I am one of those people who doesn't believe that anyone is completely straight or completely gay, but if you asked me which I was I would certainly tell you straight. Throughout college, I hooked up with plenty of girls and had sex with a handful of them, though I rarely dated anyone long term. I never hooked up with any guys, though I got along well with my gay friends. I would occasionally go to parties with them and even dance with them, but the male body just never excited me the way the female body did.
This is the story of when that changed.
I was 22 when I graduated college and took a job in a new city. I was super excited about my job, but also very nervous because I didn't know anyone there.
A few days after graduation found me on an airplane with a backpack and two suitcases of all my worldly possessions. As they were waiting for one late passenger, I was sitting in my window seat catching up on some pleasure reading.
A commotion at the front of the plane caused me to look up. The late passenger had clearly just boarded, panting and joking with the flight attendant.
At first, I could only see his head over the seats in front of me. He had a rich mocha skin tone, but I couldn't quite place his ethnicity. I would discover later that it was Dominican. His head was shaved, though he had stubble across his face. He had dark brown eyes that seemed to be perpetually happy. His broad smile was both genuine and infectious. I found myself taking note of his full lips.
As he came closer looking for his seat, his shoulders came into view. They were broad and strong. His plain green t-shirt strained a little bit to contain his pecs. His entire chest seemed to taper down to his waist. He was very toned, but his muscles didn't bulge in an obscene way.
He walked with an air of casual confidence. Ignoring the angry glares he got for holding up take off, he just seemed happy to be where he was.
It wasn't till he stopped in the aisle next to me that I realized that I was staring. I was staring at a man. And he was making my heart beat faster!
He glanced down from the seat number, and looked straight into my eyes. I felt the heat rise in my face and I drove my eyes back to my book as fast as I could. I'm sure he would have given me a friendly greeting and struck up a conversation, but I was determined to ignore the man that was having such a new and profound effect on me.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him heft his carryon into the overhead bin and sidle over to the seat directly next to me!
Oh god, he was so close to me. I could see his muscular thighs through his athletic pants. I could smell his sweat. It smelled somehow both sweet and salty, and it was not unpleasant. Quite the contrary, I thought I had never smelled anything so pleasant.
As he picked up the in-flight magazine to leaf through, I couldn't help but notice his hands. They were large and smooth, strong and elegant. He had neatly kept nails and wore a ring with what looked like a celtic knot on his index finger. I thought about what those hands would feel like running across my chest.
I quickly shook my head and looked once more at the book in front of me. I tried and tried to read what was in front of me, but the letters just seemed like random shapes to me. My head was swirling with this fine specimen of manhood that was just inches away from me.
The pilot came on the intercom to tell us about the weather conditions at our destination and asked us to enjoy our two hour and forty minute flight. How in the world was I going to make it two hours and forty minutes like this? I was totally frozen and unable to function.
The time ticked by as we took off and started to climb. He continued to flick through the magazine, stopping every once in a while to read an article. I was aware of every movement he made and every time he shifted in his seat. Meanwhile, I could feel my butt start to itch and my legs getting sore, but I was afraid to move and attract his attention. At one point, he raised his elbow to the armrest and bumped my elbow. The feel of his skin making contact with mine sent a jolt through me and I quickly pulled my elbow off the rest.
After what couldn't have been more than twenty minutes, but what felt like several hours to me, he put away his magazine, took out his iPod and settled back in his seat to enjoy the music. I hazarded a glance at his face. His eyes were closed, but his eye lids moved ever so slightly in time to the music. His lips were curved into a smile. Those full beautiful lips...
Back to the book. I continued my willful ignorance of the body next to me, and stared at the pages without comprehending anything on them. Time continued to drag by. It became easier to ignore him now that he wasn't moving. He must have fallen asleep. I began to calm down a tiny bit.
My heart rate had almost returned to normal, when I allowed myself to glance over at his lap. I couldn't help but gasp. Along his pant leg was the unmistakable outline of his erect penis! That thick lump emerged from the loose pant material at his crotch and proceeded a third of the way down his thigh and end in a little bulb under the shiny material of his athletic pants.
My mind was in turmoil. It was easy for me to accept that guys can be attractive. I was sort of proud of the fact that I was able to engage in debates with girls about who the most attractive male celebrities are. And while it was weird for me to get worked up over the man next to me, it was one thing to like his face and chest, it was another to thing to like his penis. But I did like his penis. I couldn't look away. My heart skipped a beat when I saw it twitch. I wanted to know what it felt like. I wanted to touch it.
A split second after I realized my hand was moving towards that hard cock, I diverted it up to scratch my head. I took a deep breath and turned my head out the window. I needed to keep that captivating member out of my field of view. I needed to somehow forget the fact that the most interesting thing in the world was within my reach.
Keeping my view out the window, I tried countless ways of distracting myself. I tried to remember the names of all the types of clouds out the window. I tried thinking about the new job that I would be starting in a few days. I pretended that it was a fat hairy man sitting next to me, instead of the god that was actually there. This went on and on and it was with a huge sigh of relief that I finally saw the ground rise up and become larger as we neared our destination.
I was congratulating myself for keeping it together for the entire flight, when I heard a sweet tenor voice next to me say, "So, business or pleasure?"
I spun my head around and again found myself pierced by the gaze of those deep dark eyes. The face was smiling with me, and I noted with gratitude that the erection had disappeared back into the loose fabric of his pants. The word "pleasure" echoed in my head as I took in his broad chest and warm smile.
Thankfully, my social auto-pilot did not fail me. "Actually, I'm moving. I just graduated from college and I'm starting a new job."
"Oh sweet. What'd you study?"
"Art history." I tried to give my response an air of finality, because I wasn't sure how long I'd be able to maintain eye contact with those beautiful eyes.
