Checking out the Bulge

World's Gayest Suitcase

As typical of air travel in remote regions, my flight to Gayville took over seven hours with three stop-overs including two changes of planes.   The first three legs of the flight were on a 20-seater propeller plane, a cigar-shaped tin can with no washrooms or flight attendants on board.

Both the pilot and co-pilot were very cute and were good to their uniforms.  The co-pilot was a hottie;  he looked about 18 but had to have been in his early 20s.

My adventure started with some gay omens, positive I hope:

FIRST: I borrowed my mother's suitcase for the trip.  While I am comfortable being semi-out, I thought, "Christ.... do I have to use the gayest suitcase in the world?"   The bright blue case had a green yarn pom-pom tied to it.   Lest it open up in transit, my father tied a rainbow-striped strap around it.  (They just happened to have the strap around;  it wasn't used because I'm gay.)

SECOND: At 6:00 am on the tarmac, the hottie co-pilot looked me in the eye and said "Good morning."  Then his eyes travelled down to my bulge and then back up again.  OMFG!  Hey buddy, you need to learn to check out a guy's bulge more discreetly than that!!  It was a great start to my trip.

Hottie Copilot closing plane door

It was cool sitting close
enough to see Hottie Copilot
working his joystick.

Fantastic rainbow is barely visible in this pic.

THIRD: As we took off on a light rain, a fantastic rainbow came view.  A positive omen, I hope. I'm completely exhausted so this short post will have to do.   For my next post, I will talk about my first evening in Toronto's gay village.  I was frankly terrified but in the end, I found a situation where I felt comfortable. My first gay evening worked out just fine.  I didn't lose my gay virginity but had about five minutes of fondling action of the biggest, meatiest black cock  that you have ever seen. The fondling included his magnificent low-hangers, ass crack and inner thighs.   More on that later....