Stranded_(2)

It all started at the end of my sophomore year of college. The summer had just started and I was at the airport waiting to board my plane for a summer abroad program. I had decided earlier in the year that I was going to spend this summer in Italy, so after months of begging my wealthy parents for the money, it was all set, I was going to Italy. There were tons of students from surrounding colleges waiting at various terminals waiting to leave for their own trips. I made it through security and was greeted by my previous English professor, he is in charge of all abroad trips at my college. He gathered a few more students and ushered us all down to our terminal to begin boarding.
Life just wouldn’t be life if a few bad things didn’t happen, so as you might expect, the flight was delayed several hours because of bad weather. I didn’t really speak to anyone, I just sat there and kept to myself, looking up ever so often. It wasn’t ten minutes before they started boarding the plane that I looked up and received the shock of my life. There was T. I could not believe he was going on the same trip as me.
Now T is just short for his real name..which no one ever uses because he hates it. To tell you more about myself and T, I would have to start in high school. We both attended the same high school, and I was a year older. We were never really great friends, but we were definitely not enemies either. I had a lot of friends in high school, and we just never moved on from being casual acquaintances. I came out as gay my senior year in high school, and T was one of the only football jocks who didn’t make fun of me and call me names. I secretly always respected him for that. Not that he would have been very intimidating anyway. At about 5 foot 7, maybe 140 lbs, he wasn’t much of a threat to me. We had weight training together, and I would often sneak looks at his body. He was built very well, and several times I had seen him naked while he was changing, so I knew he was pretty well endowed, probably around 7.5 inches.
Enough about T for now, I stand 5 foot 9 and I weigh 175. I’ve always been in good shape, and it was really hard to pick on me since I was bigger than a lot of people. I was the only openly gay guy at my high school, so all the sexual experience I got was from guys from other schools, or the occasional drunken party where I would get drunk and end up being fucked by some of my “straight” friends. Unfortunately, I was never lucky enough to get with T, although I had always thought about it.
Anyway, back to the story. As I was sitting in the terminal waiting to board the plane I just happened to see T sit down in a chair just down the row from me. I got my hopes, but I knew the chances of sitting next to each other on the plane were slim to none.
I sat about another five minutes before they announced that we were boarding the plane. I forgot about T and started down the hall onto the plane. Fortunately for me, this was a later flight, and there were a lot of empty seats. I hate flying on a crowded plane. I put my carry on bag in the overhead storage and was excited when I saw I had a window seat. I sat there staring out the window until I felt someone fall into the seat beside me. I turned, and couldn’t believe that T was sitting right next to me on this flight. I was so excited. I guess he noticed that I was looking, cause he looked up, and I could tell he was surprised to see me sitting there. I guess he never noticed it was me. We exchanged an awkward hello followed by me asking him how he was enjoying college. He answered very briefly and the conversation died. I guess this wasn’t going to be as fun as I was hoping, but I didn’t get discouraged, I knew we had two months to ourselves in a foreign country. I knew I was gonna try and take advantage of it. Little did I know, we would be spending plenty of time together very soon.
It was close to midnight, after several hours of flying that the pilot came over the radio and said that we had lost engine one and he was having a hard time keeping the plane up. T was beside me freaking out. All he could say is “we’re gonna die”. I kept reassuring him that we would be fine. I had seen several documentaries and I knew that a plane could fly a long ways with one engine gone. I didn’t start to panic until the pilot came back on the radio and said we had lost the second engine. Now I was thoroughly worried.
Sure enough, the plane started the drop out of the sky into a nose dive. Its odd that I should have been worried about dying, but all I could think about was T beside me. He tried to keep his distance during the flight, but now he was gripping my hand so hard I thought it might break. Minutes before the plane hit the water, I remembered a documentary I had watched explaining where the life jackets and inflatable rafts were located in the plane. I made a last minute effort to get me and T a life jacket and I managed to get a raft, but I knew there was little chance of surviving the crash. Either way, I managed to calm T down enough to put the life jacket over his head and buckle it, and I put mine on. There was nothing left to do but wait.
Right before the plan struck the water, the pilot was able to pull up enough so that we didn’t nose dive into the water. I managed to keep myself conscious as we made contact with the water, but T wasn’t so lucky. He smashed his head hard against the seat in front of him and was out like a light. Instead of sitting there and dying, my body kicked into survival mode, and I picked T up out of his seat and headed for the emergency door. The door had blown off when we hit the water, so it was easy enough to get out into the open ocean. It was pitch black, but the life jackets kept us afloat long enough for me to pull the cord on the raft. After pulling myself into the raft, I pulled T out of the water and into the raft with me. It wasn’t a few minutes later I must of passed out.
I woke up lying on the beach, not wearing my life jacket and with the raft no where in sight. My first though was to panic. I wondered what happened to the raft, but more importantly, what had happened to T. I managed to pick myself up off the ground and walk around a bit. After regaining my ability to walk, I headed off down the beach. All down the beach was luggage that I could only assume was from the plane. Every time I came across a bag, I drug it up closer to the trees so I could look through them later.
It wasn’t long before I came across my own luggage, all of my clothes were soaked, so I laid them out over a tree so they could dry. I didn’t really care about my clothes, but I was really hoping that I find my carry on bag.