The Instructors Call It was early barely after sunrise when..

The Instructors Call

It was early barely after sunrise when I arrived at his place. The streets were quiet, with that soft glow of morning light just beginning to filter through the trees. We had been talking for weeks about me giving him a ride to the hangar, just another part of our routine. He was my flight instructor, and while our conversations had mostly been about aviation, there was always something more underneath. That tension you can’t quite name but you feel in the air—an undercurrent of attraction neither of us acknowledged directly. We’d flirt here and there, little comments slipped into our talks about flight patterns and throttle controls, but it always stayed just that harmless flirtation. Or so I thought.

When he texted me to meet him at his place before heading to the hangar, something about it felt different. I tried to shrug it off, telling myself it was nothing, but as I drove over, my mind kept replaying those small moments between us, the way he’d look at me sometimes. I didn’t want to overthink it, but there was something there something neither of us had addressed head-on.

When I knocked on the door, he answered, already dressed casually in a t-shirt and joggers. We exchanged the usual pleasantries, but there was a strange energy in the air, something I couldn’t quite place. As we stood in his kitchen, getting ready to head out, the conversation took a turn I wasn’t expecting.

“I’ve been meaning to tell you something,” he started, a bit of nervousness in his voice. I watched him, unsure of where this was going, but I didn’t interrupt. He fumbled with his words a bit before finally confessing, “I’ve never been with a guy before... but I’ve seen your videos.”

That admission hung in the air between us, and for a second, I wasn’t sure what to say. The dynamic between us shifted instantly. He wasn’t the confident instructor anymore at least not in that moment. There was vulnerability in his voice, but also a clear desire that hadn’t been there before. It was like all those weeks of unspoken tension finally found their release.

I could tell he was waiting for my reaction, and as I looked at him, I realized we both knew what was about to happen. There was no turning back now. Without saying a word, I closed the space between us. We didn’t make it to the hangar that morning. Instead, right there in the kitchen, he crossed that line we’d both been skirting around for so long.

He was hesitant at first, unsure of himself, but he was also bold. His hands were clumsy but eager as he pulled me closer, fumbling with my waistband as we made our way toward the counter. I could feel the nervous energy radiating off him, but it only fueled the moment. For someone who’d never been with a guy before, he was quick to catch on. His touch became more confident, more deliberate as he leaned in, closing the gap between us.

The kitchen was bathed in soft morning light, and everything felt electric charged with that mix of newness and discovery. The more he opened up, the more we both gave in to the moment, forgetting about everything else. I could see it in his eyes—the curiosity, the excitement, the raw desire that had been building up all this time.

What started out as an ordinary morning ride to the hangar had become something completely unexpected. And in that kitchen, between the quiet hum of the fridge and the faint sounds of the world waking up outside, we found ourselves in a moment neither of us had planned but both of us had wanted for so long.