Aaron Smith's Life Adventures

A deafening silence filled the plane followed by an eerie sound of air whistling. The plane shuddered, and the nose pitched down ever so slightly. Mitch’s hand squeezed mine more tightly. I released his hand and pulled his head next to mine. My left hand grabbed his right.

My gaze shifted out the window. Huge, puffy clouds highlighted by the sun filled the vista. Beautiful, I thought. Surrounded by love and beauty, I felt that God had touched my life. I turned my head to look at Mitch. “You already know what’s in my heart,” I said. "I know you do."

His head nodded, and I saw tears form in his eyes. “You’re not worried?” asked Mitch.

A calm peace pulsed through my body. “Not about us,” I told him.

The plane shuddered again. I heard someone in the back scream. The flight attendant came by to remind us to keep our seat belts fastened. I heard someone ask him what was going on. “The captain will let us know when he has a moment.

We remained in our seats as the plane continued to drop altitude. I heard someone crying.

“Do you think we can get your cell phone to play “Nearer My God to Thee”?” I asked Mitch.

The man in front of us turned slightly. “Very poor taste, mate. Funny, but poor taste.”

The plane tipped to the right. Mitch brought his eyebrows together. “That’s not normal,” he whispered.

“It is if the closest airport is that way,” I replied.

What sounded to me like a grinding noise filled my senses. The plane continued to lose altitude like an elevator going down a huge number of floors. The grinding continued, followed by a whine and the left engine started. People began to clap, and that’s when fear shot through my body.

In my heart, I was willing to accept our death together and happily embrace our life together. But the start of the engine made me wonder what would happen if only one of us survived. I pushed the thought from my head.

The captain came on. “Ladies and gentlemen. There’s a problem with the fuel system. As you heard, both engines stopped working, but we have one started. We are headed to the nearest airport and will be fine with just one engine. Planes like this are designed to fly with only one engine. Your flight attendants will brief you on emergency landing. Please follow their directives.”

Our descent had slowed. The flight attendants gave us directions. We counted rows to our exit. The plane shuddered again and dropped, probably no more than a usual amount, but the tension inside the cabin was high. The woman in the back began to cry again.

“Not to worry, my sweet Mitch,” I said. “Tonight, we’ll either be in paradise with God or paradise with one another.”

“How do you know?”

“I think I’ve always known. From my earliest memories of Sunday School, we were taught about God’s love. In third grade, my teacher told us how the Bible explains why we need God and how God has guaranteed our salvation when we accept and believe it. I don’t think that until today, I truly understood how God could love us no matter what. But I love you no matter what. I can’t think of anything you could ever do that would make me stop loving you.”

The engine began to roar louder, and our descent steepened. As the ground grew closer, we seemed to be buffeted more violently. Time seemed to slow down. The sound of the landing gear being extended jolted me from what seemed to be a trance. The number twelve echoed in my head. Twelve rows to the door in front.

The engine spun louder and the tail of the plane dropped. Then suddenly there was no sound. The engine had surged and then quit. I took a deep breath and pulled Mitch’s hand to my lips and kissed it.

The flight attendants began to yell, “Brace, brace, brace.”

I put my hands on the back of the seat in front of me, and as I leaned forward, I saw the painted stripes of the end of a runway speed past the window. The sound of the tires touching down was not followed by the roar of reverse thrusters. We were going too fast. In my mind, I saw the plane shoot off the runway and into a bottomless ravine. Falling, falling, and then crushed. Unrecognizable.

Compelled to look even though it was a disregard for my safety, I scanned the engine and the wings. The spoilers were up. We were slowing. A screeching sound from the brakes reassured me that we would not be falling into the abyss.

When the aircraft came to a stop, the only shouting was from the flight attendants. The rest of us remained quiet and orderly. Going down the emergency slide was not fun, and it wasn’t until I was holding Mitch as we watched the tires of the airplane burn and explode that I said my thanks to God.

Our plane had landed in Amarillo, Texas, and we weren’t home until the next day. Doug picked us up at the airport, and he laid out the plans for our next adventure. I didn’t want to go. I was married; we’d survived a double engine failure on a plane, and now we were going to be in the middle of the ocean. What I wanted was to visit Carlsbad Caverns and do some sandboarding at the Monahans Sand Dunes. But Mitch was so excited, so I figured we could surf some other time. He kept calling the trip our secret honeymoon. Doug was the only one in the family to know our secret, and he wasn’t planning to join us for the first part of the trip. He would join us later at some island I’d never heard of.

I didn’t want to remind Mitch that his mother and siblings would be with us so any celebrating we did would have to be very quiet. I wondered how much fun it might be to push his face into a pillow and take him. Would it be as much fun without hearing his little squeals?

Three days later, the plan to get me onto the airplane at the last moment was working without a hitch. My clothes were in Mitch’s suitcase. Stuart and Amelia had entered the plane with their mother, and Mitch was waiting outside the plane for Doug. I was in Doug’s car with a bag of snacks that Mitch had ‘forgotten’ to bring along. Doug would stay in the car and I would carry the bag to the plane.

As the car pulled up, Mitch walked up to the door. He’d already messed up the plan. He was supposed to stay at the bottom of the plane’s stairs. I got out with the bag. “Is she in a good mood?” I asked.

“You worry too much,” he replied.

“I’m just glad I’m not on this flight,” laughed Doug. I pushed the car door closed, and he drove off.

The two of us walked to the plane. I had expected it to be bigger. I went up the stairs right behind Mitch and into the cabin. Inside, it looked just the way they do on TV. Stuart stood up and moved toward me. He gave me a hug and said, “Aaron, I’m glad you’re coming, too.”

Amelia joined in. “You’re coming with us? I’m…”

“What?” bellowed Mrs. Epstein. “He can’t come. There won’t be enough fuel.”

Mitch stepped in. “Since Doug’s not coming, there’ll be plenty.”

“You knew Doug wasn’t coming,” she retorted.

“I thought he might change his mind, so I included him on the list.”

I saw his mother glaring at him. I said nothing, but I grabbed my ring finger. I was still wearing the ring I’d been married in. The other ring wouldn’t be ready until we got back.

“Let’s sit in the back.” Mitch made a point of grabbing my hand and leading me past her. We sat in the very last seat. I could hear her grumbling even though she was several seats forward, but I did my best to ignore it. Once the engines started up, I couldn’t hear anything.

The first half of the flight to the Keys was smooth and uneventful. The noise from the engine must have lulled me to sleep, and I was awakened by Mitch’s fingers fiddling with my crotch. He’d place a pillow between my head and the window, and a blanket covered the two of us.

“I thought you might be cold.” He winked at me. He kissed my cheek and then my ear. “I want to feel you inside me so bad.”

I broke out into a closed-lip smile. I couldn’t see our doing that with people not ten feet away.

“Doug used to do his girlfriend in the back. He’d unzip just enough to let his pecker out and she would hike up her dress. He told me it was exciting knowing our mother was only a few feet away.”

“I guess you should have worn a dress,” I said.

“Pervert.” He chuckled. “Once, when Stuart and I were flying by ourselves to check out some school. Stuart blew the co-pilot while the pilot went to the restroom and then I kept him busy until Stew came to the back. I was never that brave; besides, the pilot was better looking, and he had a wife.”

I bit my lower lip. “We are not fucking in the bathroom with your mother a few feet away from us.”

Mitch pinched my dick through my pants.

“Bruise it, and it won’t work tonight either.” I smiled.

He knew he was defeated. I know it would have been exciting, dangerous, and potentially embarrassing, but I knew better. Mitch moved his hand into mine, and I massaged the thenar webspace between his index finger and thumb. He moaned softly.

The blanket covering us was ripped away. “What the hell are you doing?” growled Mrs. Epstein. She witnessed two men holding hands with one massaging the other’s hand. She glared at me. I wanted to say something crude and disgusting, but I remained quiet. Stuart was looking at us over his mother’s shoulder.

Mrs. Epstein headed toward the restroom, and Stuart smiled. Mitch turned slightly and shrugged at him. I leaned over to Mitch and asked, “Do you think there’s a way for Stuart to blow you while I’m fucking you? Or would you rather he blow you while I’m doing him?”

Mitch shook his head. “Stuart is only into sucking dick. Nothing else. He hasn’t admitted that he’s gay. Not yet, anyway, but I’ll ask him if you want.”

He'd called my bluff. I wasn’t sure what to say.

“I’m kidding, as I know you were. But just in case you lose your mind, if I catch him blowing you, I’ll cut off your dick and choke him to death with it.”

I struggled not to smile. “I appreciate your passion.”  

Mitch turned back to the front. I saw Stuart turn and disappear from view. When Mrs. Epstein stepped back into the main cabin, she didn’t look over at us and walked straight back to her seat. I closed my eyes and nodded off. My dreams were filled with images of waves crashing against the plane as we all looked out the windows.

The boat was big. “Call it a ship,” said Mitch. “You’ll make the crew think you know about sailing and whatnot.”

“This isn’t a sailing ship. There are no sails,” I replied.

“Play along,” he countered.  

I was also surprised by the size of our room. For some reason, I had imagined small bunk beds in a cramped space. We had a queen-sized bed.  

“Fitting,” remarked Stuart when I mentioned it to him.

I wanted to argue that neither Mitch nor I were queens, but Mitch told me to let it go.  

That evening, his mother wanted to go to her favorite restaurant. Mitch took me to a little shack, and we shared yellow snapper, scallops, and shrimp. A taxi-ride back to the boat, er… ship, and we were in bed making out with only a skeleton crew aboard.

The evening was our first time truly alone since we were married. With the necking and fondling stirring up our desires, Mitch began to slowly undress me. His nose took samples of my scent while his tongue took tiny tastes of my skin. Once naked, he began to caress my balls with his fingertips as he teased the tip of my cock with his lips. The ship moved slightly beneath us, matching the gentle motion of Mitch’s mouth as he teased and slowly devoured my manhood. Each twitch of his tongue sped the beating of my heart. I wanted to flip over and treat him to the same delicate lovemaking, but he whispered, “No, just lay back and relax.”

His pleasant assault on my genitals pulled blood from my brain, and I felt as though I had begun to float. I was unable to fix my eyes on anything as my lids began to flutter as my eyes rolled back. The release came with a shudder followed by several smaller pulses, and I exhaled as my body melted into the mattress.

Mitch moved next to me and placed his head on my chest. The hairs on his chest softly tickled me, and I pulled him close. “I swallowed all of it,” he said. “Now, you’ll always be a part of my being. I am so happy, Aaron. I never thought I could be this happy.”

I rolled over onto him and pressed myself down on him. “I love you, Mitch.” I covered his mouth with mine. The ship jerked to the side and down. “Even the boat’s excited for us.”

“Silly. That’s just from the wake of another ship.”

“Is it?” I asked. Then I moved down and pulled his cock into my mouth. I moved up and down slowly. Using the spittle that began to collect at the base, I wet my fingers and rubbed them over his tight pucker. I pushed two fingers into him as I pushed his dick against the roof of my mouth and rubbed the tip up and down his shaft. On the third thrust of my fingers, he bred my oral cavity with his seed. Thinking about how he said I would always be part of him, I ingested all of it. His body would now be part of my body. Now and forever.