The hour slipped by so quickly. Cameron did not know what a soul mate was but he thought maybe Storm was as close as he had ever come to finding a gay man he wanted to be with more than an hour or two. The hopes of having Storm's company for the four hour flight to LA were dashed when he found out Storm was flying coach. Cameron went to the ticket counter and tried to get Storm an upgrade to first class but the flight was fully booked. The two commiserated about having to fly in separate sections of the jet but promised to get together in LA during the lay over for OZ. Storm gave Cameron his book of modeling photographs and then a second book of special photos to look at during the flight.

As the powerful aircraft freed itself from the bonds of earth, Cameron saw Lambert Field and the Boeing Aircraft buildings become smaller and smaller and then, finally, disappeared in the distance. Cameron had a window seat. His seatmate was a middle aged businessman who would keep his nose in his lap top computer for most of the flight. Cameron took a second look at Storm's modeling book. He flipped through it until he got to the underwear section. "What a beautiful man", Cameron though to himself. There was a picture of Cameron taken in only a tight fitting pair of Calvin Klein white briefs. He was standing before the flames of a fireplace in a log cabin. Out the window everything was blanketed in snow.

Cameron's imagination started to run wild. He closed the book and his eyes and began to dream. He and Cameron were in the cabin before the fire and both were fully dressed. They looked at each other and Cameron could see the reflection of the fire sparkle in Storm's beautiful green eyes. Soon both were in each other arms. The sensation he felt was like no other. Cameron's skin felt electric every place Storm touched him. Both men held each other tight. Cameron tingled all over. He could feel an erection growing. Cameron kissed Storm on the neck and then put his tongue in his Storm's ear. After a moment Cameron whispered to Storm, " May I undress you and make love to you?" Cameron nodded his consent and the two embraced again. Cameron placed the palms of both his hands over the soft cloth of Storm's pale blue Oxford shirt and slowly massaged his chest. Cameron could feel his own heart rate increase and he got that weightless feeling that he experiences when an elevator stops suddenly. Cameron's fingers trembled slightly with excitement as he unbuttoned Storm's shirt.

When he got to the last button he opened the shirt and massaged Cameron's growing nipples though his T-shirt. Storm stood there motionless and let Cameron pleasure him. Cameron hugged Storm again, and then slipped his hand underneath his new lovers undershirt. The feel of Storm's smooth hairless chest made him feel intoxicated like the first glass of wine before dinner. Cameron slowly lowed his partners zipper, unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned the top of his trousers. The jeans fell to the floor as Storm managed to slip out of his shoes and kick free of his pants and pull his socks off. In quick secession, Cameron removed Storm's shirt and undershirt. Storm stood before the fire almost naked. Cameron took a minute to take in the beauty of Storm's body before holding him again. Cameron put his hand over Storm's cotton covered manhood and then placed his fingers under the waist band of Storm's briefs. He could feel his partner's growing penis and the tightening of his testicles.

He continued with a gentle massage until he felt someone shake his shoulder. Cameron opened his eyes, and realized it was the businessman siting next to him. He told Cameron the flight attendant wanted his drink order. Cameron thought to himself , "The best dream I ever had, and some fool wakes me up". He looked out the window and saw only clouds. When he though of clouds he associated them with things that were soft. Cameron loved the feel of soft things on his skin like soft cotton. The feel of new CK briefs always got a rise out of Cameron. He mentally composed a magazine ad for CK. Storm was poised in a pair of white Calvins with a caption that read, "Calvin Klein briefs - so soft they make you hard." Just thinking about it made him laugh out loud and his seat mate looked up from his computer. "That would make one hell of an ad and would sell a million briefs but they would never have the nerve to print it" Cameron thought.

He realized he had not looked at the second book of photos yet. It was a book of all of Storm's nude poses. The first picture was a rear shot of Storm. He looked at Storm's smooth round butt and wanted to caress and massage it. The next picture was of Storm floating on his back in a swimming pool. His smooth hairless body glistened with sun tan oil and beads of water. His balls hung loose and his beautiful cock was soft. Cameron checked and rechecked his watch in anticipation of landing in LA. Each new picture seemed better and more enticing than the previous one, and all of them seemed so natural. One picture showed Storm naked in bed with a full erection. His eyes were closed. Maybe Storm was having an erotic dream.

When Cameron got to the end of the book he had a hardon. He considered using the planes small restroom to go jack off, but changed his mind. He decided to save himself for Storm. When the plane landed and Cameron was in the terminal, he searched for Storm. When he spotted him, he ran over to him and gave him a hug, the type reserved for lovers who have been apart for many months. Storm was a little surprised with Cameron's enthusiasm, but happy to see his new friend.

"Let me have your ticket to Oz" Cameron demanded. Storm handed over his ticket and before he could ask the reason why, Storm raced off to the ticket counter. Storm observed some animated conversation between the ticket agent and Cameron, and saw him reach into his wallet more than twice. After about ten minutes, Cameron returned with a smile on his face. "Ok, Cameron, what have you done with my ticket, and why the big grin?" Storm asked.

Cameron explained that he was so lonely for Storm on the flight to LA that he had to have Storm's ticket upgraded to first class. He could not stand to be apart for the 14 hour flight to Oz, and that he got the seats reassigned so both men could sit together. Storm was speechless for a minute and realized that little transaction must have cost Cameron several thousand dollars. Storm told Cameron that was way too generous, and he did not know how he could accept such an offer. Cameron told him not to worry, he had the money, and Storm's company would be well worth it.

Cameron was always used to getting his own way, and was able to talk the airline into letting them use a private conference room to wait for the next leg of their flight. Cameron had never been in love before and certainly did not believe in love at first sight, but Storm touched a part of him that had never been touched. The two sat together on an expensive leather couch. Cameron looked at Storm in a way that said hold me. Cameron put his head on Storm's chest and they cuddled. The union was much more then sex; it was two people in search of something. The sex would soon arrive, but it would be done with love and caring. For the first time in a long time, Cameron felt safe, and for the first time in his life, he felt good about being gay. Ever since grade school he had a sexual attraction to males, and he hated himself for it. Now things seemed to be so right. The thought of sex was secondary at the moment because he was after the love he never had.

Storm could sense Cameron's need for affection. He held his new friend gently and wondered what would happen on the plane and after they got to OZ. The time the two spent together seemed to pass so quickly. In the last two hours almost nothing was said between them but volumes were silently spoken. Soon it was time to board the plane to their dreams. Storm give Cameron a soft kiss on the cheek and Cameron returned it with a lovers kiss on the lips. Both men settled into their adjoining seats in the first class section of the plane and prepared for their new adventure.