Date: Wed, 4 Apr 2007 11:45:11 -0700 (PDT)
From: Ian Lewis <inlwtx@yahoo.com>
Subject: Leaving Everything to Chance: Chapter One- A Chance Encounter

DISCLAIMER: This story contains depictions of homosexual contact between
underage males. Read at your own risk, and do not read at all if it is
illegal in your city, state, or province. All characters depicted are
fictional, and any resemblance to real persons can be attributed to
chance.

    IT was the hour of discontent for the 60 some passengers of the
midnight flight to Dallas. The cause for the (3 hour so far) delay was
mildly amusing to me; a severely intoxicated flight attendant had
directed a passenger into the cockpit instead of the bathroom, which was
cause alone for the plane to land in St. Louis, a whole state away from
the intended destination. I guess that's just the price we pay for
safety, huh? I bore the wait with contentment, because I enjoyed being in
airports. Hundreds of people from around the world, from all different
walks of life stopped for a short interim on long epic journeys, and
chances were, I would see them only once, but that was enough.

    I drank in all the humanity as I went to the bathroom for the third
time since I'd landed. I relieved myself, and as I washed my hands I
took a good look in the mirror. Clear blue eyes stared back at me, under
a somewhat unkempt mop of black hair. I ran my eyes down my slim but
athletic body, licked my lips, and said (not exactly realizing where I
was), "Damn Ian, looking good. I would hit that every night." The
realization came a second later, and horror struck I stared around the
rather large bathroom. Luckily enough, it seemed pretty much empty. But
yet a stall opened, and a stunning young man walked out of it, wielding a
cell phone and an impish grin. He had an absolutely ravishing body, full
of interesting curves and lines beneath the cargo pants and T-shirt he
wore. He shook his head, setting his blond hair flapping. He looked up at
me, and I saw infinite jest in his intense green eyes. After a few
moments I gratefully used to stare, he spoke. "Hello there. Name's
Chance. Don't worry, I was just on the phone. Only place I can get
reception around here." I took the proffered hand, thinking of something
hopefully not stupid to say. "Hi, Chance... my name is..."

    "Ian, I know." He grinned even wider, taking a not-too-discreet look
up and down my figure. He gave me  a brotherly pat on the back, saying,
"Don't worry, it's good to be self-confident. I agree with you. Did you
hear that? Our flight's finally here." We walked out of the bathroom, and
sure enough, they were lining up to board. I ran to grab a cup of coffee
and chance waited for me, staring curiously. He must have wanted to sit
by me. Sure enough, as I fell into line, he stepped in behind me, wearing
a pleasant expression. That was weird. He'd accosted me in the bathroom
like a long lost friend, but now he was content just to stand by me. I
wasn't much of an extrovert,  and had little experience dealing with
things like this. We filed into the jet and sat next to each other. I
made sure to get the window seat. That's why I had got the coffee.
Airplanes weren't just transportation, they were a source of wonder. I
wanted to enjoy the night flight as much as I could. My new acquaintance
Chance, however, flipped absently through a magazine. As we taxied and
took of, I tried to keep my mind off of all of his "features" to prevent
making my basketball shorts an embarrassing conversation piece. It was
barely working.

    By time we were at cruising altitude, I realized with a pang that I'd
forgotten that coffee goes right through me. I stood up to go to the
bathroom, hoping that I could locate it without any "help" and glanced
down surprised when Chance stood up also. We were not big guys, and it
was nothing for me to slide past him seated. But nevertheless, he turned
to admit me. I stepped up close to him, smelling a faint whiff of cologne
and skin, and then came the unexpected. Chance stumbled, forcing every
inch of his tall body against mine. Electric warmth shot up and down my
spine, and it threatened to melt me, right there above the clouds. He put
out a hand to steady himself, which ended up on my butt. He ground his
hips into mine, whispering very quickly into my ear, "Damn Ian. I would
hit that every night." Louder, he said, "Whoa, sorry about that, bud." I
stepped out into the aisle, like I was in a dream, and slowly walked into
the bathroom. I didn't look back, because I knew if I did I would
probably come right down my leg. I sat on the toilet and caught my
breath. My arm brushed against my pulsing erection and it threatened to
explode. I released it, and set about working on the shaft. It didn't
take long. I came violently, and if it wasn't for the tissue I had
grabbed at the last moment, I would have to explain away a huge wet spot.
I lay back, my mind swimming with euphoria and also wondering what the
hell just happened.


Comments? Criticism? Suggestions? Just want to talk?
Inlwtx@yahoo.com. I won't bite, I promise.
More is definitely to come.