The Love Story (part 1) : The Meet

Hi guys. Author here.
People don’t like gays because of the picture they get that we are hungry for sex, sex, and lot more sex so I have decided to plunge into writing a GAY love STORY and forgive me for my bad English and grammar. AND all characters are imaginary and any resemblance to living or dead is purely coincidental. All names and locations are fictional.

This story is about Ayaan. He realized he was gay after his first jerk off when he was 16 year old. Ever since, all he wanted was a man who could provide him true love. He was very kind in nature and was against smoking, drinking and drugs. He never used any foul word and this was a reason many people loved him.

He turned 19 and was asked to discontinue his studies and seek a job to support his family and his younger brother's education. He took up a short term course and applied for an interview in THE PENCHANT, a fashion magazine on men. The job was that of a data entry professional with some managing skills. He had to give the interview in the Acirema Setats.

At the airport;
"Due to a sudden change of weather flight no. FL 391 flying to Acirema Setats will be delayed by 2 hours. We regret the inconvenience caused."
"Huh. Great. What will I do for 2 hrs? I don’t even have a book to read. Tell me now what do I do all alone?” Ayaan said, loudly enough for the grumpy man standing next to him to hear. He had the habit of talking to god this way.
“Why do you ask me? Youngsters. Can’t even wait for some time calmly.” He said in a grumpy tone. Ayaan had a nasty feeling about this man.

As he turned around to go to sit somewhere, he crashed into a guy. This guy fell down and Ayaan landed on top of him. “Sorry, sorry, sorry” he said getting up. “My pleasure.” replied that guy.
“What?” he asked and looked up to find a really gorgeous face looking at him, wearing an amused expression and the most sensuously sexy, sensuously scarlet, set of lips curling into a smile reaching to his bottle-green eyes behind a pair of spectacles. His left eyebrow had a small scar which made his face appear more than sexy and cute. His short hair were neatly combed. His t-shirt’s zipper was open revealing a hard manly chest and a very light dusting of hair which would feel like velvet if he had touched.
“Koti manoj lajaavanihaarey” Ayaan said.

“What? Hi I’m White.” He said.
“What kind of chauvinistic statement is that?”
“Hey my name’s James White.”
“Oh. Sorry I got you wrong. I’m Ayaan, Ayaan Humble.”

“Quite a unique name, Ayaan Ayaan Humble. Anyways Nice meeting you Ayaan.” he said and turned to walk away.
As he was walking away Ayaan noticed that he had worn pants which hugged his nicely carved ass and the rest of the pants were loose over his muscular legs.
“Mr. Adonis James White” he said to himself and walked away to find a seat for himself, hoping with all his heart to meet James White again.