Survivors
Gay romance story about two horses surviving a plane crash. Enjoy :)
My name is Hans. A 28 years old black forest horse living in Sacramento, California. I was about to get on a plane to Brazil. I was going for a trip to try to get over my divorce with my wife. She broke up with me after finding out I was gay.
I was at the business class, on one of the middle seats. I'm a little afraid of heights, so I thought it wasn't a good idea to sit next to the windows. I saw another horse sitting a couple of rows in front of me, by the left. So gorgeous. A big shire horse with black coat, except for the white feathers on his arms. I'm almost entirely black too, except for the flaxen mane and tail, characteristic of my breed. I smiled as I saw that draft horse beauty a couple of feet away from me.
The flight was going smoothly. Sitting at my right there was a family of wolves. Husband, wife and kids. I sighed as I remembered my ex. She didn't dumped me because I was gay, she respected that. She left me because I was lying to myself, and she didn't wanted to help sustain that lie. I think she made the right decision, but still I love her. Even though I'm not sexually attracted to her, I love her. Her personality, her smile, her sense of humor. I'm glad we don't have kids, I wouldn't want them to go through this shit. My parents got divorced when I was 7 and it was awful. At the trial, the judge asked me if I wanted to live with my mom or my dad. Why can't I have both, my innocent 7 year old self asked. I choose to live with my father.
We had some turbulence throughout the flight, but nothing that bad. Until we got to South America. Another turbulence. I didn't cared at first, I thought it was just another normal one. But then, the airplane start shaking violently. I was sweating, scared for my life. The pilot ordered us to put on our seat belts. Everyone in the plane started screaming in panic. The kids by my side started crying. The airplane continued to shake. I noticed the plane was going down. I thought I was going to die. We saw the oxygen masks falling. That was it. The confirmation to our demise. I put on the mask, then helped the little 6 years old wolf by my side to put on his. I closed my eyes, hoping my death would be quick and painless. I felt the impact, then blacked out.
I slowly opened my eyes. I was still dizzy and confused. I didn't knew if I was still alive, or in heaven, or hell. I looked around as I started to come back to my senses. I saw death. Death and destruction. The poor little wolf I helped earlier was resting his head on me. Dead. His brother and parents also dead. I got up, with my legs trembling. Everyone around me was dead. I went to the first class. Everybody dead. The pilot cabin. No survivors. I went back, heading to the Economy class. I went down on my knees, shocked at what I saw. The plane was divided in two because of the impact. The other half was several feet away. I ran to it to see if there was any survivors. And I found one. The only one to survive except for me. It was the same shire I saw earlier, coming from inside the second half of the plane.
"OH, THANK GOD! I thought I was the only one that made it." He said.
"...Is there anyone... alive in there?"
"*sigh* No."
"Jesus Christ..." I covered my eyes and started crying. "*sniff* Why did this had to happen..."
He approached and hugged me. He was a little bigger than me. "Shhhh, it's alright, you're not alone, okay? We gonna make it. We made through the worst, we survived a plane crash! We gonna be okay!"
"We're not gonna make it! We're in the middle of the fucking Amazon forest! We're fucking dead!"
"Shhhh, don't say that! Don't say that, okay? We have to think positive. They gonna send help, okay? We just have to stay here a day or two."
"What if they don't? What if they don't find us? This forest is HUGE man!"
"...Then we'll look for help ourselves."
"Yeah, but... What about food?"
"There's some food in the plane for a couple of days, after that there's enough food for us in the forest."
"What about the ferals? There's jaguars in this forest, you know?"
"We're both big guys, if we encounter one we just have to raise our hands and scream as loud as we can and they'll feel intimidated."
"I don't know if I'm gonna have the cool to do that."
"Then I'll do it for you."
"....Thanks." I said as he wiped the tears off my face.
"Don't worry buddy. What's your name?"
"Hans."
"Mine's Paul. I wish we could meet in a better scenario, but nice to meet you anyways."
"*sigh* So, what now?"
"Well, I guess we wait."
We took some sheets, food, water, clothes and anything we needed and took it outside. We wouldn't sleep inside the plane with the corpses. We took the most colorful clothes we could find to write a giant "HELP" on the ground. It was getting dark, so Paul taught me how to lit a bonfire.
"Argh, finally! Jeez, is it really a bitch to lit those?" I said after countless failed attempts.
"Hehe, yeah it's a little complicated, but you got it!"
"Well, if we're gonna die, it's not going to be because of the cold."
"Don't say that, we're not gonna die."
"I know, I know, I was just joking."
"I'll tell you something, if we both make it, I'm treating you a dinner."
"I'm down with that!"
"Alright, it's settled then! Now we just have to survive."
"Hehe... Yeah...."
An awkward silence settled in. "Hey umm... Hans, can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"You seem like an old guy, am I correct?"
"I don't know, if you consider 28 to be old, then yeah."
"Oh, you look older than I thought. I'm 28 too by the way."
"Really? You look way younger." He really did. I was guessing he was about 23.
"Hehe, thanks. Umm... Can I ask you one more thing?"
"Go ahead."
"Are you like married?"
Oh boy, I was afraid he was going to ask me that. Well, I guess I couldn't keep it to myself for much longer. "Well... *sigh* I'm... I'm divorced."
"Oh God, I'm... I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked."
"Oh no, it's fine, it's not like you could know that."
"But, what happened? I mean, if you don't mind me asking."
I took a deep breath before answering. "....She found out I was gay."
"...What? She broke up with you just because you're gay? That's fucking awful!"
"Oh no, it's not like that! She's not a homophobe or anything like that, she broke up because she felt like she was helping me to lie to myself, and I guess she was right. It was a mistake to marry her in the first place. Hell, it was a mistake to even start dating her! I feel such a shitty person for doing that, I toyed with someone else's feelings all because I was ashamed of being gay, because I was too afraid to come out to my friends and family... *sigh* Three fucking years. I lied to myself and to my wife for three years. I deserve to be in this situation."
"Oh don't say something like that! No one deserves this, no matter what they did." He said, wrapping his arms around my shoulders, trying to comfort me. "Look Hans, we all commit mistakes in our lives, we just have to recognize them, move forward and make sure to never commit the same mistakes again. You already took a huge step Hans, you accepted your sexuality, and..."
"Yeah, well... I'm not 100% accepting of it yet, I mean I'm still working on it."
"Oh no, that's completely understandable. You do know that that's nothing to be ashamed of, right?"
"I understand that know."
"Okay, that's good. Now you just have to make sure that the next person you going to marry is a guy."
"Yeah, I'll never do what I did to Caroline to another woman."
"Caroline. That was the name of my first girlfriend."
"It's a beautiful name, isn't it?"
"Yeah... It is... *sigh* Anyways, are you hungry? I found these snacks on the plane, we can share one of them."
"Sure thing. Did you found anything to drink?"
"I got these bottles of water."
"Good."
After eating, we went to sleep next to the bonfire, as it was already very dark. I had a dream that night, about the day my ex found out about me.
"You've been acting weird lately."
"....What you mean?"
"I don't know, it's just, you feel so uncomfortable around Juan. You know he's just a friend of mine, right?"
"Of course honey, I really trust you!"
"Then what is it?"
"What?"
"Look Hans, I know you're hiding something from me..."
"I'm not hiding anything from you!"
"...Hans."
"Please Carol, I'm being serious! There's nothing wrong with me, okay? Why won't you just believe me?"
"...You like Juan, don't you?"
"....What? W-What the fuck are you talking about?"
"That's why you act so awkward whenever I invite him over, right? Because you have feelings for him?"
"I... I- No! That's... That's not true, I..."
"Hans, look at me. Please look me in the eyes. I want you to be honest with me. Are you gay?"
"...Caroline..."
"Yes or no, Hans."
"....Please, Carol..."
"Hans, tell me the truth."
"....Yes."
"...It was Juan, right? He made you realize it, right?"
"...I know this ever since I was a teenager."
"And you decided to marry me anyways?"
"Look baby, I love you, okay? I may not be sexually attracted to you, but..."
"It doesn't matter, Hans! I love you too, but that doesn't matter right now! What matter is that you're lying to me, and worst, to yourself. I'm sorry, but I can't let you do this anymore."
"Honey, please..."
"I want a divorce."
After that, I was rudely awaken from my dream with a strange shock on my shoulder. Suddenly, I felt my whole body twisting. It took me a while to realize the huge anaconda coiling herself around my body. I tried screaming at Paul, but only a faint and almost inaudible "help" came out of my mouth. I looked down to my body and saw a huge coil around my torso, squeezing me each time I tried to breathe. My arms were both pinned down, and the only things I could move were my legs but that wouldn't help me to escape her tight embrace. I looked over at Paul and he was still sleeping at the other side of the bonfire. I never felt so scared in my whole life, not even in the plane crash. The feeling of knowing you're going to die is horrible, even worse than the pain I felt from the snake's tight squeeze. I fought against her for every single bit of oxygen, even knowing that was just prolonging the inevitable. After a while, she threw the last coil over my neck. At that point I just couldn't breathe anymore, and she still kept on squeezing me. I accepted my fate. I just thought to myself "please, let this be over quick." But then, I saw Paul yawning and stretching his arms. He woke up on the right time. He rolled over to my side and looked at me with a disturbed look on his face.
"What the... OH MY GOD, HANS!!!!!" He ran over to me. "JESUS CHRIST, I... PLEASE HANG ON FOR A MINUTE, I'LL TRY TO GET HER OFF OF YOU!!" He ran to the snake's tail and tried to pull her off, but she was too heavy. "FUCK!! FUCK!! HOLD ON, I'LL FIND SOMETHING TO KILL HER, PLEASE STAY ALIVE HANS!!!"
I couldn't take it anymore, I tried as hard as I could to stay awake, but it was just too much for me to handle. My vision began to darken. "I'm so sorry, Paul." I thought to myself before blacking out, after two minutes of struggle.
I woke up shortly after, gasping for air. Paul kept trying to reanimate me after saving me from the snake. "OH THANK GOD!!" He yelled. "Hans? Hans, it's me, Paul! It's okay, just breathe, alright? It's over now!"
"Where's the snake?? *pant* Where's the fucking snake??"
"She's dead. I killed her with this." He showed me a piece of metal he found on the plane's wreckage. I looked to my size and saw the snake's corpse, covered in blood. I looked down to my shaking hands, then to the bite on my shoulder, and started to cry. Paul gave me a hug to comfort me. He was careful not to hold me too tight, knowing my body was hurt from the attack.
"*sob* Jesus Christ, it was... *sob* It was fucking horrible!"
"I know buddy, I know, but it's over now, okay? Shhh, she's dead now."
"*sniff* I just wanna get out of this FUCKING PLACE ALREADY!"
"Me too Hans, me too..."
"I can't believe I almost fucking died right now."
"You're right, almost. We're both still alive buddy, remember the dinner, okay?"
"Yeah, I almost became one right now."
"Heh, I'm glad you're still keeping you're sense of humor. Anyways, let's do something about that bite before it gets infected."
Paul treated my wounds with a first aid kit he found on the plane. "There you go, Hans. You're sure there's nothing broken, right?"
"Yeah, I mean my body is all sore, but I'm pretty sure there's nothing broken in here."
"Thank God for that."
"I wasn't really scared of dying, you know?"
"Oh wow, we got a badass of here, ladies and gentlemen."
"I'm serious, Paul. I wasn't scared of dying, I was afraid of leaving you alone here in this place. I can't imagine how awful it might be to go through something like this alone."
"....I was so scared I was going to lose you there. Your heart stopped for a couple of seconds. I was able to bring you back, but I almost lost you. I don't know what I would do without you, Hans." He lowered his head and a single tear fell from his left eye. I got closer to him and placed my hand on his shoulder.
"I'm not gonna die, okay Paul? I'm not leaving you. We're getting out of this forest together and that's a promise...." Before I could say anything else, Paul stole a kiss from me, catching me by surprise completely. He broke the kiss and looked at me with his face blushing. I couldn't bring myself to say anything, so I just retributed with another kiss. I stroked his strong arms and pecs as he held me by my waist. We kissed each other a couple of minutes. It was such a loving and passionate kiss, I completely forgot about everything else, about the plane crash, the giant snake that almost took my life, I just focused on Paul, the hot stallion kissing me so intensely.
Eventually, one of his hands found its way to my bulge. It's not that I didn't wanted to have sex with him at that moment, but my body was still hurt, so I wanted to wait until I was fully recovered.
"Woah woah, easy there, stud, I'm still a bit hurt."
"Oh, you're right. Sorry."
"It's okay." He looked me in the eyes and gave me a smile. I smiled back, caressing his face. "I love you, Paul."
"I love you too, Hans." I gave him a hug and rested my head on his shoulder, smiling as I felt his big, strong arms around my body. "So, wanna try that snake's meat?"
"Sure, why not. I mean, it's only fair, right? She tried to eat me, now we eat her."
"Hahaha, yeah pretty much."
We had ourselves a nice, delicious snake barbecue that day. She was so huge, probably 25 ft in length. It was enough to feed us for that day and the following ones. We chopped her down and stored the pieces on a few ice containers so that the meat wouldn't rot.
Later that day, I was resting next to the bonfire while Paul was looking for something on his suitcase. He approached me with something on his hands. "Look what I got." He showed me a condom.
"Is that what I think it is?"
"You bet your ass it is. Now, I don't wanna do anything to you if your body is still in pain from..."
"Pain? What pain?"
"Heh, I knew you would say that. But I'm serious babe, if you're still hurt, just tell me okay?"
"I'm really fine baby, honest."
"Good. So, who's gonna be the bottom?"
"Me."
"Okay. You never done this before, right?"
"Anal? Nope, first time."
"Okay then, I'm gonna go nice and easy."
"You better."
"Hehehe. Trust me baby, I'll be careful."
He took off his shirt and laid down beside me. I was already shirtless. We kissed each other as he stroked my chest. I felt his dick hardening, pressing against my leg, which made my dick also harden. I unzipped and took off his pants and his underwear, revealing his huge erect penis. He did the same to me. While still kissing, we jerked each other off for a while, until I broke the kiss to ask him:
"Can I suck you?"
He got on top of me, kneeling over my chest and holding his dick in front of my face. "There you go." I grabbed his dick and put it on my mouth and started sucking the tip. I looked up to see him grunting and moaning in pleasure, while I felt his big hand stroking the mane on the top of my head. I licked and kissed the tip of his penis, he slapped my face a few times with it, giving me a playful grin. I licked his the big shaft, moving my tongue up and down, until I reached the testicles. I sucked and fondled his big black balls, jerking him off with one of my hands. His moans kept getting louder and louder.
I moved my tongue back to the tip, putting his dick inside my mouth again, except this time I swallowed it deep until it reached my throat. I felt like chocking, but I didn't gave up on him, I kept moving my head back and forth sucking the massive member. We were both leaking loads of pre. I took his penis off my mouth again to lick the salty pre off the tip. He was ready. "Alright, gimme the condom." I said.
He handed me his condom, which I quickly took off the package and put on his tip, sliding down the shaft. He positioned himself better, looking at my hard cock. "You're a big guy too." He said smiling at me. My dick was only slightly smaller than his, probably a couple of inches of difference. I smiled back at him.
I felt him on my tailhole, ready to get in. "If it's too much for you, please tell me, okay?"
"Okay."
"Alright, here I go."
He pressed his penis against my hole, slowly penetrating me with it's head. I winced in pain, gripping the dirt and grass with my hands. He slowly moved up on me a few inches, looking down at me with his eyes filled with lust. I released a few painful moans. He was so big, I felt like I would break in half. He held me by my chest with his strong hands, penetrating me as deep as he could.
I gripped his strong arm with my hand, jerking myself off with the other, moaning with pleasure now that the pain had subsided. He lowered his head to kiss me, caressing my face. I felt his other arm crawling under me, holding me tight by my upper back. I stopped jerking off and moved my hand up his body until I reached his shoulder where I gripped it tightly. I pulled him closer to me with my right hand, by his torso, while his left arm moved to the back of my head, holding my shoulder. I felt his whole weight on top of me while he gently and slowly thrust his penis inside my chamber. The feeling was amazing. "I love you so much, Paul." I whispered on his ear.
"I love you too, Hans." He whispered back.
After a couple of minutes, he began to thrust a bit harder, leading me to moan a little louder than before.
"*pant* Your moaning... is making me.... so horny right now..." He said, thrusting even harder and faster. All I could hear at that point was his panting and grunts, and the sound of my own moaning. I didn't wanted it to end, it felt so incredible, it felt like I was dreaming. I could feel his teeth on my shoulder, biting me playfully. He kept the pace for several minutes, until I begged him to go faster.
"Ahn! Ahn! Go... faster... please... Ahn!" And he did just that. He held me tight and thrust as fast as he could. "AH! AH! I'M... I'M GETTING CLOSE, PAUL!!"
"ME TOO... NNGHHHHAAAH!" Paul yelled as he blew his load. He collapsed on top of me as I felt his cock sliding off. We looked at each other, smiling and panting. He gently held my face and kissed my lips. "That felt great, didn't it?"
"It did. Thanks, Paul." He rolled over to my side where we both could see the mess I made on his coat.
"Oh, damn! Haha, look what you did over here, Hans."
"Heh, don't worry, I'll take care of it." I licked off my own semen from his abs. After I finished, I looked at him and playfully licked my lips and winked to him. He noticed that my penis hadn't soften yet.
"You're still hard." He said with a grin.
"...Second round?"
"This time, you're the top."
"Got it." He tossed me a second condom and bent over, looking back and winking at me. I put it on my penis and got behind him, placing it between his buttcheeks. "Ready?"
"Yeah, I'm ready."
"Alright, I'm going in." I slowly penetrated his warm hole with my penis. I heard Paul grunting in pain. Like myself, that was the first time he was going bottom. "Hey, umm... If it's too much for you I..."
"No no, it's fine! I... It's just that... You're my first guy, you know."
"Yeah, I understand. It hurts a little bit at the beginning, but you'll feel more comfortable after a while."
"I know, I'll stay strong for you."
I gave him a smile. "Okay, let's continue this." I held him by his waist and gave him slow and deep thrusts, careful not to hurt him. With each thrust, his pain gave way to pleasure. I was way more eager than him, so it didn't took long for me to start thrusting faster.
I held him by his abs with one of my arms, jerking him off with the other. His moans were so loud he probably woke half of the forest. I kept the pace for a good chunk of minutes, until we were both close to shooting our loads. "Ahn! I... I think I'm close, Hans!" He said.
"*pant* Yeah... *pant* Me too!" I could feel the squirts of cum coming out of his penis. Shortly after, I gave my last couple of thrusts, releasing my seed as well. My penis slowly softened and slid off his chamber. He rolled over, laying down on the ground, exhausted and panting. We looked at each other with smiles on our faces.
"You were amazing, Hans."
"You too, big guy. You too. Well, it's getting dark, so we better lit the bonfire."
"Yeah, you're right."
We were snuggling next to the fire, with Paul behind me, kissing and biting my ears. I turned my head towards him, kissing his mouth passionately. "That was the best sex I ever had in my life." He said.
"Hehe, yeah... For the first time in my life I was honest to myself. That wasn't my first time, but it really did felt like it."
"Yeah... I know.... I was thinking of something."
"What's that?"
"Let's forget about the dinner."
"Awww, why?"
"I have better plans for us after we get back to America."
"Okay, I'm listening."
"....Let's get married."
My heart felt like bursting after he said that. I looked at him, shocked and speechless. I still don't know how I managed to say something after that. "...W-Wha... Are you... Are serious?"
"Yes Hans, I'm serious. I know we only know each other for a couple of days, but I feel such a strong connection with you, something that I never felt before. I love you so much, baby. I wanna spend the rest of my life with you. So, what you say Hans, will you marry me?"
"....I- Of course! Of course I do, Paul!" I gave my new fiance a huge hug. I just buried my face on his strong muscles. I didn't wanted to let go. I was so happy I began to cry.
"Awww, it's okay cutey, there's no need to cry."
"*sniff* I'm sorry, it's just... I'm so fucking happy right now!"
"Yeah, me too baby."
"But I'm also scared, you know? What if we don't make it?"
"Shhh, don't even think about that, Hans."
"Paul, I... I have to think about it! It's a possibility, you know? We have to think positive, yes, but we have to be realist too."
"...Do you want me to be realist? I lost count on how many failed relationships I've been through my whole life. None of the women I've dated were interested on the real Paul, they just looked at me as a bunch of muscles and a nice fuck. None of my relationships lasted more than six months. They were all the same, the first couple of months full of sex, love, passion, gifts. Then, after a while they would start to lose interest on the sex, and consequently on me. Then we would have the break up talks and they would just jump to the next guy, probably repeating the same process. For so long I wandered what the fuck was wrong with me. Why couldn't I just meet someone who liked me as a whole and not because of my looks? I got on the plane to Brazil because I was too frustrated with my love life, so I needed a few days to just relax. Of course, I wasn't expecting the plane to crash, but there's not much I can do about that. I didn't wanted this to happen, obviously, but I'm glad I'm not going through this alone. I'm glad you're alive, Hans. I'm glad you're alive and well, because you're the first person I met that loved me because of what I am. So let me tell you something Hans, I'm not going through all of this just to see the only person that truly loved me dying in a place like this. I promise you Hans, we'll get back to Sacramento, get married and live a happy life together, okay?"
"...I... I'm sorry Paul, I didn't meant to hurt you."
"It's okay Hans, I understand."
"But you're right about something, I love everything about you. You're not just a walking pile of muscles to me, you're a wonderful man. Kind, passionate and with a great personality. I'm also glad you're alive Paul, and we're not dying now that we went through all this."
"That's what I want to hear from you. No more moping from now on, okay?"
"Okay, Paul."
He gave me another kiss, then held my face gently. "We survived our first night here, we'll survived another one, right?"
"Right. *smooch* I love you."
"Love you too, Hans." I snuggled up to him and rested my head on his chest. In a few minutes, I was asleep.
On the next morning, I woke up with a loud noise coming deep from the jungle. I didn't know what it was at first, mainly because I was still pretty sleepy.
"Paul? Paul, wake up! Paul?"
"Hmmm.... What, what is it?"
"Do you hear that?"
"Hear what... Oh, yeah I'm hearing th... Wait. Oh my God, is that... Oh my God!"
I finally realized what the sound was. It was a helicopter, coming towards the crash site. "Holy crap, is that what I think it is?"
"It is! It's a fucking helicopter! We're safe!"
We saw the helicopter appear over the trees. We started jumping signaling our presence to the pilot, which began to descent. We hugged each other, waiting for it to land. With the helicopter already on the ground, we ran towards it as one of the men opened the door for us.
"Speak Portuguese?"
"No, we're both Americans." Paul answered.
"Are there other survivors?"
"No."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, I'm sure."
"Alright, get inside, we'll get you guys to the city."
We both got inside the helicopter, which took us to the nearest city, several miles away from the crash site. We were so glad it was over. On that day, news about the plane crash were all over the place. We stayed on a hospital for a couple of days, treating the wounds from the snake's bite. After that, we got on a plane heading back to California. Needless to say, we were both terrified.
"Relax Hans, there's no way something like that's gonna happen with us again."
"Yeah, like you're not scared too."
"Hehe... Okay, guilty as charged. But you have to give me points for trying to cheer you up."
"Hah, yeah sure... Well, we both made it, don't you dare break your promise!"
"Oh, okay... I'll make sure to treat you a dinner when we get there."
"And...?"
"What, did I promised you something else?"
"Hahahaha, shut up!"
"Hehehe... We'll get married as soon as we can, babe."
"Good. For now on, you'll be known as Mr. Paul Kleinert."
"Oh that's right, you never told me your last name before. Hans Kleinert, that's a beautiful name."
"Thanks, honey. *smooch*"
The flight to California was very quiet. Very little turbulence, and thankfully no crashes. As promised, we got ourselves a marriage certificate right on the next day. We'll have our first anniversary next week. I can't believe it's been a whole year already. I'm still trying to convince him on a trip to Brazil to celebrate our first year together. He doesn't want to admit, but he's still traumatized and doesn't feel like getting inside an airplane again any time soon. I can't say I blame him. It was definitely not the best way to meet the man of my life, but I'm glad I met Paul anyways. I feel sorry or all the people who died on that accident, and for the families of all of the victims too. But at the same time, I thank God everyday that we both survived. I love you, Paul. Thanks for being part of my life.