My first actual love : Part 1.

Hi, I'm Kevin! As you can see I'm about to tell you my first love story that I actually felt a love tension between me and my boyfriend. Well let's begin how we met shall we?

It was June 21st, 2011, the day I was leaving back to New York after 2 weeks in Paris. I was on my way to Gate 8 where the plane I was to board was leaving for JFK in 1 hour until a guy around my age holding a cup of coffee bumped into me accidentally. The guy was looking the other way and hadn't realize he was walking towards me. The coffee spewed all over me and I was utterly shocked by the hotness of the coffee. The guy flung his head around and noticed what he done. He gasped started to yell, 'I'm so sorry! So sorry!' Holding a napkin around the coffee cup, he pulled it out and started to wipe off the coffee he just spilled onto me.

I started to chuckle and said, 'Uh, it's fine', smiling awkwardly as the guy was touching all over my front torso. After wiping the stain for few more times, the guy introduced himself as David(24 years old). 'I'm so sorry! I should have looked where I was walking!', David said as he grabbed the suit case off the ground he dropped when he bumped into me. 'Ah, it's fine, don't worry too much about it', I said as I looked over to my front to see how badly the coffee stained me. 'I could just change into another shirt', smiling to not make David feel bad. 'Oh alright, and sorry again and nice meeting you', David said as he walked away to board his plane.

I didn't notice till he was walking away that he had a really good body. I could see he had a nice arse that was really standing out of his tight jeans. He was built too. Not too much of a muscle but in a perfect toned, sized body. He had light blue eye and light brown hair that made him look like a model. I could see other girls were checking him out too and few guys. I changed into a different shirt in the restroom. I was muscled too. With six pack and biceps that was built to show I had muscle but not too much like I was on steroid or something. I had light brown hair and light green eyes. I walked out and headed toward my Gate to board my plane. I checked in and made my way to the seat i was suppose to sit.

As I made my way to my seat I saw David coming out from the restroom in the back and noticed me staring at him. He looked at me surprise and smiled and made his way back to his seat where my seat was assigned next to his. I put my suitcase in the small storage above our seats and sat next to the window. 'Wow what a conicedence', David said chuckling. 'Yeah', replied smiling back. We looked at each other for awhile until I looked away feeling little weird. I was Gay but looking at someone I just met was sort of nervous I guess. The seat belt sign came on so we put on our seatbelt and the Plane pilot announced we would taxi in about 10 mins.

The plane was making it's way out of the lot and started drive to the run way. I gripped tight to the arm rest. I hated plane rides but to come to Paris and to go back was the only way. I guess David noticed me getting intended and asked me if I was okay. He looked really concerned for someone he just met and I felt warmed by concern. I nodded yes and it was time to taxi. As the plane started to sped, I closed my eyes and I felt my hand touch by someone else, which of course was David's and I hold on to it tight. The plane now was flying straight and I noticed I hadn't let go of Davd's hand. I said sorry and let go like I had done something wrong.

He said it was alright and I felt relaxed. I couldn't wait to get off this plane. 13 hours was along time but I holded strong. The fligt attendants was serving beverages and snacks. I asked for water and drank. 'Your going to be alrigt?' I heard David ask so I turned to face him. He was so handsome and I heard myself stutter yeah. He smiled at me genuinely and I smiled back. It was weird to just looking at him made me feel safe. We didn't know we were looking at each other for so long I muttered sorry as I turned away. He chuckled and told me I could hold his hand anytime if I need to. I thought to myself, 'Whys he being so nice to me.. and why do I keep getting nervous when I look at him?' Without thinking I accidentally asked him if he was gay.

He looked at me in sort of a shock way and i just thought to myself, 'Oh shit', but he replied with yes with a small laugh at end. I said sorry and told I was too. He looked at me and smiled. From that moment on, I knew that something good was going to happen between us.