Date: Sun, 15 Apr 2007 23:30:29 -0700 (PDT)
From: Ian Lewis <inlwtx@yahoo.com>
Subject: Leaving Everything To Chance: Chapter 3: Improbable Situations

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.

     I awoke to a strange tingling under my nose.
Wthout opening my eyes, I reached up and bumped into a
hand. "Whoa dude. Don't spill it. Wake up and smell
the coffee." Disappointed, I realized that it was
Sprite, not coffee, being held under my nose. But I
liked Sprite anyway, so I took it and sipped it
appreciatively. I glanced over at Chance, and he
beamed angelically. I swear he has a million
expressions. I stared down at my drink, hoping to god
that this wouldn't end up being an awkward moment. I
felt relieved when he started the conversation.
"Morning Ian. How are ya?"

    "Good," said I. I'm a man of many words.
    "So, what brings you to Dallas?"
    "Fort Worth, actually. I live there. I'm going
back home after visiting my dad."
    "You're kidding! I'm moving to Fort Worth. I
stayed behind with my uncle to finish the school
term."
    "Wow. What grade are you in, Chance?"
    "I'm a senior now. I'm 18." My heart fluttered. He
was in the same grade as me. It would be near
impossible for this kid to end up at the same school.
Right now, however, I had the impression that I would
be willing to travel to be with Chance.
    "I'm a senior too. I'm 17 though. late birthday."
And just like that, he switched topics.
    "Ian." He said this much softer, giving me a
meaningful look from those intense green eyes. He
seemed less confident now. "Is there, uh... any
significant other you have back home?" His directness
caught me entirely off guard. I put my hand over his
for emphasis, and said,
    "No Chance. There isn't." Oh jeez. We had run the
entire gamut of middle school "crush" emotions. From
curiosity to sexual excitement to the mushy stuff. I
had to supress the urge to pass him a note scrawled in
crayon. So help me, I responded in kind. "Why? Would
you like to be?" He looked down, for the first time
(in his life, it seemed) at a loss for words.
     "I... I think I'd like that Ian." Hmmm... I
furiously tried to come up with a way to prevent
awkward silence.
     "..."
     "..."
     "..." I failed. No matter. Enough had gone right
already. Out of the blue, I had found someone who
liked me, was nice enough... looked nice enough...
probably tasted nice enough. Mmmmm. Either way, we
were content to snuggle up together and watch the
canvas pass by under us. The flight ended shortly, and
not before long the massive wings dipped and swooped
for the final approach. We filed out with the other
passengers and made our way to the hustle and bustle
of DFW in March.
"I love airports," I told him.
"How so?" Chance responded, falling in step behind me.
"Not sure, Chance. Chance...?"
"Owens. Chance Owens."
"Mr. Owens, eh? Like I said... I'm not sure. Maybe its
the possibilities. The paths that lay hundreds of
miles apart, intersecting right here, at this moment.
That's pretty amazing, to me. " He thought this over.
"I wonder which path I'll end up on."
"Don't we all? Let's get a soda or something. C'mon,
this way." I found the nearest vending machine, and
happily procured another Sprite. "Want one?"
"I'll share yours." said  kind of oddly, and then
stepped into the bathroom. Curious, I followed him. He
went to the sink and washed his face, preening himself
after the flight. In a daze, I leaned back and took a
gulp of soda, closing my eyes and savoring the flavor.
Suddenly a hand reached around my waist, and a pair of
lips locked onto mine,sweeping me into a kiss that
almost made me melt. I closed my eyes harder and
responded in kind, running my hands up and down the
behind I knew I'd wanted to have since I first saw it.
We stayed locked together for a while pressed
desperately into each other. Chance withdrew first,
smacking his lips with delight. "Mmmmm. Lemon lime."
Then he went at me again. I shivered with the pleasure
of it. Truth be told, I hadn't been handled like this
in a long time. To say Chance was pressing my buttons
is an understatement. However, to say Chance was
pulling my buttons is a true statement. He reached
down and undid my pants, leaving me at full mast and
exposed. With one hand, he grabbed me while with the
other hand he slid his own hand down, revealing an
impressive member that looked ready for action. His
forceful touch drove me wild, and I almost dirtied his
hand right there, but he withdrew before I climaxed. I
 wanted more. I needed more. "Chance," I said, knowing
how cliched I was about to sound but feeling to damn
aroused to care. "Chance, take me, right here, and
right now." I think it was a request he was all to
happy to fulfill. We were in a freaking airport
bathroom about to fuck. I hoped no one would walk in
on us.

He moaned in approval at my plea for him to go to town
on me. He pressed into me harder, our erections
grinding together producing electric shocks. I slid
down the wall to the floor, shedding my pants entirely
as I did so. Chance followed me, doing the same. The
floor was hard and cold, but I did my best to ignore
it. Foreplay be damned, he was in me within a minute.
The pleasure and pain and the sense of completeness
flooded me, and I shuddered in ecstasy. Chance took
the cue and started the slow rhythm, stimulating my
prostate and almost sending me into shock from the
delight. Some part of my mind made me not scream with
pleasure, must have been because we were in a
bathroom.  He was over me, eyes closed with the heaven
I knew I'd just placed him in, his face sweaty. I
grabbed his gyrating body and whispered for him to do
it faster, harder. He responded in kind, making me
feel every inch of him with impassioned thrusts and
driving me higher with every second. It wasn't long.
He threw his hips into me, and held his breath. His
muscles inside me tensed, and I felt him come, and
that knowledge made me  press against him and
ejaculate myself, spraying  both of our chests wildly.
I almost came apart with sheer sexual energy, and then
I collapsed, spent. Chance lay on top of me, smearing
my semen across our shirts. He kissed me again, as
passionately as the first time, I grabbed his hips and
kissed him back. I pulled back before we ended up at
it again. (It's a first date. I have standards.)
Chance, exhausted, lay against my chest and breathed
lustily. "Wow, Chance." I breathed, sweating as I said
it. "Wow."

Author's note: From now on, chapters shouldn't be so
few and far in between. Expect longer chapters, about
1 every 2-3 days. Stay tuned. Fun stuff is ahead.
Questions? Comments? Criticism? Even dirty messages
entailing what you're wearing/not wearing are accepted
at inlwtx@yahoo.com