Date: Mon, 17 Apr 2000 20:48:14 -0700 (PDT)
From: Michael Freeman <mf900@yahoo.com>
Subject: Michael-and-Chance-1

Author's Note: Hey, guys!  This is my first attempt at writing a gay
fiction story, so be kind.  This series explores various aspects of gay
life: from coming to terms with one's sexuality to coming out to friends
and family, from first kisses to first time, from romance to life
partnership and so much more.  In short, the series explores the trials and
tribulations and joy of being gay!  So if you are interested in a quick
erotic "cumming" story: "wham, bam, thank you man" type of deal, then this
is not for you.  For everyone else, I invite you to read on as we journey
through the lives of these two destined lovers, Michael and Chance.  Enjoy!
(Oh by the way, there will be erotic sex scenes in this series, they will
"cum" (sorry couldn't help myself) in time, just be patient!

Disclaimer and Legal Stuff: The following story deals with male-to-male
relationship and gay erotica.  If this offends you or is illegal in your
location and/or you are under the age of consent in your jurisdiction to
read such materials, then you should exit this page now.  This statement
releases the author of the story and the site wherein this story is posted
from any legal action or liability.

All rights reserved by author.  This series is not to be reproduced,
distributed, altered, or posted elsewhere without the expressed consent and
written permission from the author.  Copyright 2000.


			    Michael and Chance
				The Series
				    by
			    Michael T. Freeman


Chapter 1:

It's ironic how the Universe works.  Just when I least expected.  When I
have stopped trying to find Mr. Right and just go with the flow, it turned
around and provided me with a chance encounter that would forever change my
life.  Hi, my name is Michael, and this is my story:

It started out as a typical, ordinary Monday that soon turned into an
extraordinary day!  As usual, I got out of bed around 8AM.  After taking
care of my morning toiletry stuff, I spent about 20 minutes doing my yoga
stretches to get my blood flowing.  After a light breakfast of OJ and a
banana, I hopped on my bike and headed for my 9 o'clock philosophy class.
The lecture wasn't too bad today I thought as I stepped out of the lecture
hall.  Since I have some time to kill before my next class, I decided to
grab a light brunch at this new sandwich shop a few blocks away.  After a
brief bike ride, I arrived at what looks like a newly revamped sandwich
joint with all the modern and trendy decor of a Starbuck that would
undoubtedly attract today hip college student population.

As I entered the sandwich shop, I was greeted with a smile by the cute
cashier behind the counter. "Hi, what can I get you?" he asked beamingly.

"Aha...what's good here?" I asked, besides you I thought to myself.  God, I
love college!  No where in the world can one find more great-looking bodies
walking around in their prime than in a college town.  There seems to be a
hottie around every corner at my university.  The challenge is figuring out
if they're gay or not, a skill which I have yet to master.  I don't think
my gaydar is working properly because I have the hardest time picking out
gay people, especially those who are straight acting like myself.  God, if
only it came with a manual!

"Well, I just had a garden bagel burger earlier, and I'm still standing,"
he replied jokingly.  "So I would recommend going with that!"  He flashed a
sexy grin at me.

I smiled noddingly and placed my order.  "Ok, I'll have the garden bagel
burger and a ...," I paused as I scanned their power drink selection, "and
the cranberry protein shake drink with ginseng."

"Ok, that'll be $6.95," he exclaimed as he turned around to grab my
cranberry drink and garden burger.  I noticed that he paused to write
something on my burger.

I handed him my money as he placed my orders on a plastic tray and slid it
towards me with a coquettish smile.

As he dug into the cash register for my change, I looked at my burger and
saw that he has written his name and phone number on the paper wrapper of
my burger.

"Thanks!" I said with a big smile as he handed me my change.

"My pleasure!" He winked at me and smiled flirtatiously.  "Don't be a
stranger now!"

I smiled as I picked up my tray and proceeded to turn around.  And just as
I did, a guy backed into me, causing my cranberry drink to spill all over
my white Structure's shirt.

"What the fuck...!" I started to cuss as I looked down at my dampen shirt.

"Oh, shit!" the guy exclaimed as he turned around and saw the red stain on
my white shirt.  "I'm so sorry, dude!" he exclaimed apologetically.  "I
didn't..."

Just as I was about to give him a proper cussing, our eyes met.  We both
stopped in mid sentence, speechless, as we looked into each other's eyes.
He was stunning.  I was awe struck by his beautiful, angular face with
these deep, sky blue eyes and dark brown hairs and a pair of lips to die
for.  Our eyes locked for what seems like an eternity before he broke the
silence and started to apologize profusely.

"Oh, I am so sorry, man!  I didn't see you!"

I snapped out of my trance.  "Ah...it's okay," I replied, trying to play it
cool as I straighten out my drink and assessed the damage.  Yup, my white
Structure's shirt looks like it's going to be history.

"I'm really sorry, dude," he continued to apologize earnestly. "Please let
me buy you another drink," he pleaded.

"Ahm., okay," I stammered as my heart pounded madly at this point. Of
course you can buy me a drink I thought.

The cute guy behind the counter saw what happened and rushed out with a
mop.  He gave the other guy a dirty look as he mopped up the spill.

"What kind of drink was that?" he asked me.

"It was a cranberry protein shake with ginseng." I replied as I set my tray
down at a nearby table and reached for some napkins to blotch my wet shirt.

"Ok, I'll be right back," he declared.

"Alright, I'm going to make a quick dash to the men's room and clean up a
little."

While I was in the men's room doing my best to salvage my shirt and drying
myself up, he was busy ordering my drink.  Frankly, my mind wasn't really
on the cranberry stain on my shirt.  Instead, I was concentrating on
composing myself before going out there.  After drying my shirt the best
that I could, I headed out the men's room to find him sitting at the table
where I sat my tray with my drink in his hand.

He quickly got up as I approached the table and extend his hand to shake my
hand as he formally introduced himself.  "Hi, I'm Chance!" He smiled
sheepishly.  Damn, he got a great smile!  "I'm sorry again for what
happened.  Oh...here's your drink," he exclaimed as he handed me the drink.

"Ahmm...I'm Michael!"  I finally replied, setting the drink on the tray and
sat down.  He followed suit.  "It's ok.  It's not the end of the world.  I
can always get another shirt." I tried to reassured him.

"Nevertheless, I'm sorry." he said sincerely.  "I'll be glad to pay for
your dry cleaning bill or even replace the shirt for you," he offered as he
wrote down his name and number on a napkin and handed to me.

"No, it's ok... I..!" I started to refuse.  But then I thought to myself,
what the fuck was I doing, refusing this cute guy's offer, especially when
it gives me a reason to get his phone number.

"No, I insist!" he retorted.

"Alright," I accepted cooly.

Then we just stood there and stared at each other for a couple of seconds,
not knowing what to say next when he again broke the awkward silence.
"Well, I aha...better get out of your hairs and leave you to your brunch,"
he said as he slowly got up.

"Uhm...were you going to get something to eat," I quickly injected, hoping
that he would join me.

"Oh, yeah!" he quickly replied with a big smile on his face.  "I totally
spaced out about that!"

"Well, you're welcome to join me if you like considering there's no empty
tables left," I said matter-of-factly while trying to conceal my
excitement.

"Ah, sure!" He immediately accepted.  "Let me place my order, and I'll be
right back."

"Ok, I'll be here!" I said in my best nonchalant tone as I felt my heart
racing.

A few minutes later, he came back with his food and smiled at me as he sat
down at my table.

"So, do you go to school here?" I asked as I unwrapped my garden burger and
proceeded to bit into it.

"Yeah, this is my third year here!  And you?"

"Yeah, same here!"  "What are you studying?"

"I'm majoring in Studio Art with a minor in modern, theatrical Dance," he
replied as he dug his fork into his chicken salad.

"Wow, that's cool!" I exclaimed.

"Thanks.  Maybe you can tell my parents that," he said with a half smile.
"What about you, what are you studying?"

"I'm majoring in Creative Writing with a minor in Eastern Philosophy," I
said, while staring intensely at him, trying to remember where I have seen
him before because he actually looked familiar.

"That's great!" he quickly exclaimed as he smiled beamingly at me.

"Then, maybe I can have you tell my parents that!" I replied, returning the
joke.

He smiled.  And so we stood there again staring at each other, speechless,
smiling sheepishly at one another.  He finally broke the stare and looked
down at his salad.

Sensing the awkwardness of the moment, I quickly injected, "Sorry, I didn't
mean to stare.  It's just that you looked so familiar."  He actually did.
Then it finally dawned on me where I have seen him before.  "Where you in a
dance production recently?" I asked excitingly.

"Aha...yeah! I was in the Tapestry of Dances recently at school."

"That's right, I knew you saw you somewhere!"  I exclaimed
enthusiastically.  "You looked so different with clothes on!"  At that
moment, I just wanted to stick my foot in my mouth as I horrifically
realized what have just escaped from my lips.

Chance immediately blushed and lightly coughed on his salad as he reached
for his drink and smiled shyly at me.

"I'm sorry dude!" I immediately retorted, trying to repair the damage.  "I
didn't mean to embarrass you."

"It's okay."

I smiled and added, "What I meant to say was that you were phenomenal in
it.  You were really good!"

"Thanks!" Chance replied appreciatively and smiled.

"The girls much be all over you behind stage," I inquired stealthily,
hoping that his reply would give me a hint as to his sexual preference.

"Well...some..." Chance replied sheepishly and quickly added, "but..ahh...I
really don't have much use for them."  He smiled flirtatiously at me and
looked searchingly into my eyes for my reaction.

My eyes widen as I smiled back at him, staring into his deep, sky blue
eyes.

"Well, I can see that you have your shares of admirers too," Chance said,
pointing to the writing on my burger wrapper and smiled at me.

I immediately blushed and smiled embarrassingly as I attempted to crumble
up the wrapper.  He quickly placed his hand on my hand and looked into my
eyes. "It's ok, Michael, I'm cool with that, especially when I'm in the
same boat!" Chance said as he flashed me a sexy smile.

My eyes widen a bit more as I grinned with delight, relieved that we have
something very important in common.  With the cat out of the bag, we both
became a bit more relaxed as we chatted some more and got to know each
other as we ate our food.  We chatted for about half an hour when I glanced
at my watch and realized that I better get going.

"Well, Chance, it was nice bumping into you," I said as I got up, "but I
needed to get to my next class."

"Ah, okay," Chance replied with a half smile.  "Please call me and let me
about your cleaning bill, and I'll be glad to reimburse you."

"Sure, you bet!" I replied as I held out my hand to shake his hand.  "I'll
talk to you later."

"Ok, have a good one!" He waved good-bye as I exited the shop and hopped on
my bike.

I had about 15 minutes to get back to class so I didn't really have time to
bike home and change my shirt.  But at that point, I didn't really care.  I
have just met a great guy and all I can think about was his cute smile and
those deep sky blue eyes while biking back to campus.  It's going to be
tough focusing on lecture after that encounter!  But I managed to stay
focus during lecture and happy to walk away with some understanding of the
lecture material.

Just as I bent down to unlock my bike U-lock, someone came behind and
kissed me on my left cheek.

"Hey, handsome!" I heard the sweet familiar voice of my best friend, Stacy,
greeting me..

"Oh, hi Stace!"  I turned around and gave her a kiss.

"Oh, nice stain!" Stacy said as she smiled and pointed to the maroon stain
on my shirt.  "Did we forget to do our laundry this weekend?" she asked
playfully.

"Well, not exactly!"  I replied with a big grin.

"Huhm... I know that look!" Stacy said as she furrowed her eyebrows
curiously.

"What look?" I asked innocently.

"Oh, my God!" Stacy exclaimed excitedly.  "You met someone didn't you?

The girl is a freakin' psychic.  She always seems to know when something is
up, especially when I have just met someone I really like.

"I don't know what you're talking about!" I acted all innocently, doing my
best to prolong her agony.

Yes, you did!"  She answered her own question.  "Who is it Michael?  You
must tell.  I want to know all the details!"

"Must I?" I replied nonchalantly, playing on her curiosity.

"Pleassee!" Stacy pleaded.  "I tell you what, how about you tell me all
about it over lunch.  My treat!"

"Well, how can say no to a free lunch," I replied with a big smile.

"Great, let me grab my bike," she said as turned around and walked towards
her bike.  We were soon on our way.

"So where are we going for lunch?" I asked as we bike towards downtown.

"Where ever you want!"

"It doesn't matter to me.  You pick!"

"Ok, how about Togo's," Stacy suggested.

"Sounds good!"

Fifteen minute later, we arrived at Togo's and locked up our bikes at one
of the bike racks and went inside.  The place was pretty crowded as usually
so I suggested that she go ahead and place our orders while I go find us a
table.  Luckily, a couple in the far corner has just finished eating and
was leaving.  I quickly grabbed the table for us.  Stacy showed up with our
foods and drinks a few minutes later.

"So how's your day so far?" I asked as I unwrapped my grill chicken
sandwich.

"Pretty good, I managed to stay awake today in class.  But enough about me.
I want to know about your new boy toy!"  she asked playfully.

"He's NOT my boy toy!" I replied, a bit surprise by my own defensiveness.

"Sorry, Michael.  I didn't mean to offend you.  You know I was just
kidding," she said apologetically.  "You must really like this guy to get
so defensive."

"Yeah, I guess," I said, blushing a bit as I thought of Chance.

"So enough with the suspense!  What's his name and where did you meet him
and what does he look like?" Stacy asked as she bites into her sandwich.

"His name is Chance, and I met him this morning at Mr. Bagel, you know,
that new sandwich place!"

Stacy nodded as she looked intensely at me with curiosity, pleading for
more information.

"And he is amazing, Stace!  He's about 6'1" with a stunning, angular face
with dark brown hair and these incredible, deep, sky blue eyes and a pair
of delectable lips," I sighed as recalled his face.  "We bumped into each
other literally and thus, the stain on my shirt!"

"I see!" Stacy finally spoke as she grabbed for her coke. "Does he go to
school here?"

"Yeah!  He's a Studio Art major with a minor in Modern Dance," I replied as
I recalled his body.  "And he has this incredible dancer's physique
beautifully defined, toned and proportionate.  Just right, not grossly
muscle-bound."

I could never really understand why some guys feel the needs to spend
endless hours in the gym, overworking certain body muscles.  They only
ended up looking like some dopey, unproportionate, muscle-bounded hulk.
It's totally ridiculous and so unnecessary!

"So did you get his number?" Stacy asked curiously.

"Yeah, he felt really badly about spilling my drink all over my shirt and
offered to replace it.  Frankly, I don't cared about getting my shirt
replaced, but only wanting to get to know him better!"

"So you'll going to call him right?"

"Yeah, I think I'll do that tomorrow," I replied smiling at her.

"Well, I'm so happy for you Michael!" Stacy exclaimed excitedly as she
reached over and gave me a peck on the cheek.

"Thanks!  So how are you and Brian doing?"

"Oh, shit!" Stacy exclaimed, nearly jumping out of her seat.  "I totally
forgot.  I was supposed to meet Brian at the Student Union at noon and it's
almost one," she said alarmingly as she glanced at her watch.  "Sorry, I
can't stay longer.  I'll talk to you later."

Stacy quickly finished her sandwich and gave me a kiss good-bye and raced
off on her bike.  I soon finished eating and was on my way home myself.

Chapter 2 (Chance's Apartment)

Chance entered his apartment to find his roommate, Dade, spread out on the
living room couch, watching reruns of Northern Exposure as he munched on
some potato chips.  Dade's well-sculpted, swimmer's built, lengthy frame of
6'3" easily draped the couch with finesse.  He is truly a heavenly sight to
behold with dark brown, almost black, hair that drapes over his classically
handsome, striking face with a pairs of warm brown eyes and perfect,
sensual lips.

"Hey, Chance!" Dade greeted his roommate with a smile.  "How's it going,
dude?"

"Great!" Chance grinned beamingly and announced, "I just met a cute guy, or
rather, bumped into him at Mr. Bagel this morning."  Chance quickly made
himself comfortable as dropped his backpack to the floor, kicked off his
shoes, took off his sweaty tee-shirt, grabbed a cold drink from the fridge
and plopped himself comfortably in the armchair across from Dade.

"Leave it to you to make a great first impression!" Dade said sarcastically
as he smiled at Chance.  "Well, don't keep me in suspense!  Give me the
details?" Dade asked eagerly as he sat up attentively and turned down the
TV volume.

"Well, his name is Michael.  And he's awesome, Dade!  He stood about an
inch taller than me with a nicely defined and toned body.  He had this
sharp, beautiful angelic face with ocean green eyes, deep brown hair, and
soft, luscious lips." Chance sighed as he recalled their encounter earlier.

"Wow, sounds like a hottie!" Dade smiled at dreamy Chance.  "Makes me want
to check him out myself!"

"Don't even think about, Dade!" Chance protested playfully. "Hands off
buddy, I saw him first.  You get casanova ass in line, mister!"

Dade laughed as he turned up the TV volume again.

"Alright, but only because I know you haven't got laid for a while!" Dade
grinned wickedly as he continued, "And I know that poor hands of yours
could use a break!" Dade bursted out in hysterical laughter.

"You, bastard!" Chance laughed as he playfully threw a couch pillow at Dade
who quickly dodged it as he rolled over in laughter.

"So did you get his number?"  Dade asked curiously.

"Oh, fuck!" Chance exclaimed.  "I totally forgot about it, but I did give
him my number."

Dade quickly reached over and playfully smacked the back of Chance's head.

"Ouch!" Chance exclaimed irritatingly as he rubbed the back of his head.

"Chance, will you ever learn; that's the first think that you got to do!"

"Thank you, Dr. Ruth!" Chance said mockingly.  "But it's hard to remember
that when your stomach is in knots."

"I know," Dade replied with a devilish smile and quickly added without
skipping a sarcastic beat, "well, let's just hope that he likes your ugly
ass enough to call you back!"

Chance smiled as he threw another pillow at Dade and this time, hit Dade's
beautiful, grinning face.

Chapter 3

Since our encounter yesterday, I can't seem to get Chance out of my mind.
Already, I feel like I'm falling head over heels for a guy I hardly even
know, a guy who I have just only met and spoken to for less than an hour.
Yet, I feel this strong, almost indescribable, physical and spiritual
connection with him.  It's crazy!  I hate it when I'm like this, when I
feel like I'm out of control, lost in another person.  I never had it this
bad before!  I have had a few minor crushes over the years, but nothing to
this intense degree.  I have never felt so strongly attracted to another
guy as I felt now for Chance!  Everything in my being is telling me that he
may be the one!

I decided to call him after I got home from my afternoon class.  I dug into
my backpack pocket and pulled out the napkin with his phone number on it.
I proceeded to dial his number.  One ring.  Two rings.  Three rings.  God,
I hope he's there I thought to myself as I heard the fourth ring.  And just
as I was about to hang up, someone answered the phone.

"Hello!" A manly voice answered.

"Ah, Hi!"  I stammered.  "Is this Chance?"  I asked nervously.  My freakin'
hands were sweating.  God, it's crazy what love does to a person.  I took a
deep breath and composed myself.

"Yeah, this is he."

"Hi, Chance, this is Michael!" I said calmly.  "I'm the guy that you bumped
into at Mr. Bagel and spilled..."

Chance quickly interrupted me, "Yes of course Michael, how can I forget!  I
hope that you were able to get the stain out."

"Well, that's partly why I'm calling. Uhm...the dry cleaner wasn't able to
get the stain out, and I guess the shirt needs to be replaced!  I was lying
through my teeth.  I'm only calling because I wanted to see him again.

"Well, I will gladly replace it for you!" Chance replied with a bit more
excitement than I expected.  He quickly suggested, "Would you like to meet
me at the mall downtown tomorrow at around 6PM, we can grab a bite at Joe's
Pizzeria and go shopping for that shirt of yours afterward?"

"Ahm..."I paused, completely surprise by his suggestion.

"I really want to make it up to you for yesterday," Chance immediately
added.

"Yeah, that would be cool!" I replied cooly, trying desperately to hold
back my excitement.

"Ok, great!  I'll see you at six at Joe's at the mall tomorrow then," he
cheerfully confirmed our rendezvous.

"Ok, I'll see you then! Bye!"

"YES!!!!" I shouted at the top of my lung after hanging up the phone.  It's
amazing the things we get so excited about!

The next 24 hours seem to stretch forever as tomorrow slowly rolled around.
Two hours before our rendezvous, I was rummaging through my closet to find
the perfect shirt and pants.  As I tried on the 3rd outfit combination, I
suddenly bursted out in laughter as I realized how bizarre I was acting.
Here I was acting all lovey-dubey, getting all worked up over meeting some
guy.  It's crazy!  Let's take this nice and slow.  Let's not go over board
over this and get ahead of ourselves I thought as I calm myself down.  So
with about an hour and half left before our rendezvous, I decided to try to
get some reading done before leaving for the mall.  And with a bit of
effort, I succeeded in getting a couples of chapter read before heading
out. I have redeemed myself I thought as I got into my car and happily
drove towards the mall.

It took about half an hour to get to the mall.  Traffic was a bit busier
than normal.  Fuck, I'm going to be late!  By the time, I pulled into the
mall parking lot it was about 15 after.  Fuck!  I hate people who are late,
and here I was late myself!  I quickly rushed to Joe's Pizzeria inside the
mall.  When I got there, I saw Chance sitting at one of the tables in the
far corner.  He flashed his amazingly, sexy smile and waved me over when he
saw me standing at the entrance.  He quickly stood up to shake my hand.

"Hi, sorry I'm late!" I said sincerely as I smiled at him.  "Hope you
didn't wait too long."

"Not at all!" Chance quickly assured me.  "I just got here myself."

"Good!" I sighed in relief.  Now I don't feel so badly.

"Well, I'm glad that you made it!" Chance said while displaying his pearly
whites again.  Damn, I love his smile!

"Yeah, glad to be here." I smiled back.

"Shall we order!" Chance suggested as he scanned the menu.

"Sure!" I replied as I skimmed through the pizza topping selection.  "You
want to share a large?"

"Yeah, sounds good!  Any preference?"

"How about the barbecue chicken-veggie combo!" I suggested.

"Sounds good!"

The waitress came and took our orders.  Fifteen minutes later our pizza
arrived, piping hot.  We quickly dug into it and chatted up a storm as we
eat.  It was so easy talking to him.  Our conversation seems to flow
effortlessly as we get to know each other.  Sometimes, I find myself just
staring at his soft, sensual lips, watching them move, mesmerized by them,
and not listening to what he was saying.  He must have noticed because he
paused a couple of times to make eye contact.  We both would just smiled at
each others and continued on with our conversation.

I found out that he is from out of state.  His home is in Hawaii, and he
came to California to attend the University.  Both of his parents still
lived there, and he is an only child.  He now lived with a roommate named
Dade who he met during his junior year in high school and quickly became
best friends.  We talked a bit more about our interests, families, majors
and why we went into them and how both of our parents aren't exactly
thrilled with our choices of studies.  The more I got to know him, the more
I liked him, the more I feel connected to him spiritually.  And all the
while that we were talking, my stomach churned with butterflies as I seem
to be intoxicated by his charismatic presence.  Boy, I'm falling badly for
this guy.  Somebody, help me LOL!  We both were lost in our conversation
when the mall's PA system announced that the mall will be closing in half
an hour.

"Michael, we better get going before the mall closes so I can replace your
shirt," Chance suggested alarmingly.

"That's ok, Chance.  I don't really care about my shirt.  To be honest, I
ah.....used it as an excuse to see you again!" I confessed embarrassingly
as I looked into his eyes for his reaction.

He simply smiled and said, "So did I.  Listen Michael, I want to be totally
honest with you.  I really like you, and I really enjoy your company.  And
I hope that we can see each other again unless you are attached to someone
already!"  He looked deeply into my eyes, anxiously awaiting my reaction.

"No, I'm not involved with anyone right now, and I kinda feel the same way
too!" I assured him with a smile.  "Let's do this right.  Let's go on a
date!" I quickly suggested.

"Yeah, I would like that!  Are you free this Friday?"

"Yeah.  How about dinner and a movie?"  I suggested.  I know what you're
think----it's not the most original dating plan, but hey, this is the
fuckin' first date.  It doesn't have to be fancy!  Besides, I'm a simple
guy!

"Yeah, sounds like a plan!" Chance eagerly agreed.  "What movie were you
thinking of?"

"How about 'American Beauty?'  I've been wanting to see it!"

"Yeah, me too!  I heard that it's excellent."

"Great, then it's a date.  I'll call you on Thursday with the details," I
said excitedly.

"Sounds good!" Chance replied cheerfully.  "Ok, we better get to
Structure."

"Chance, really it's ok.  I don't need to get the shirt replace.  It's not
a big deal.  I can always get another one," I suggested.

"You're right, and I'm going to replace it for you right now.  Now come on,
please!"  He insisted and flashed me another of his sexy smile, and I just
couldn't said no.

So we quickly paid the bill and left a generous tip on the table and rushed
to Structure before it closes.  We were in and out in about 5 minutes as I
grabbed the exact white cotton shirt.  Afterwards, we said our good-byes
and went on our separate ways.

The following evening I called Chance to discuss our date plan.  We quickly
agreed to catch an early evening show at 6PM and grab a bite to eat
afterwards.  I also suggested that it would be best that I come and pick
him up since the theater is closer to his apartment.  And so it was set, my
first official date with Chance!  I was filled with anticipation and
excitement as I hung up the phone and imagined what our first date would be
like and how it would turn out!

Copyright 2000


Author's Note: Well, there you have it guys, the introductory chapters of
the Michael and Chance Series.  No major cliffhanger this time, but there's
much more to come!  So I hope that you'll stay tune.  Until next time, play
smart, play safe and live to play another day!

I welcome your comments, suggestions and constructive criticisms.  Let me
know what you think of my story.  They can be sent to mf900@yahoo.com All
flames can be forwarded to: trashcan.com (he.hee.).