Date: Sat, 21 Apr 2007 23:32:16 -0700 (PDT)
From: Ian Lewis <inlwtx@yahoo.com>
Subject: Leaving Everything to Chance Chapter 4: Lady Luck

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.


"Dear God Jesus Ian oh fuck that felt good."
"Hmmm... I love it when you talk dirty." I rolled
over, pinning the half naked stud that had just
ravaged me like a dog in heat on the floor in the
bathroom, at an airport to boot. To say we weren't
thinking straight is an understatement (not to mention
a play on words...). I disappointedly dismounted, for
I knew all things must come to an end (and come they
did) even if temporarily. Chance lay on his back
staring up, not believing his good fortune. I knew the
feeling. Having a boy that good in the sack was like
pennies from heaven. "Nice pants," I said, grinning
wickedly. "I'll take 'em." I slipped into his cargo
pants, instantly getting horny just knowing that I had
got into Chance's pants twice in one day. They were
still warm. Sexy. He rose and redressed himself in my
shorts, which I found absolutely maddening. He did
not, however, put his boxers back on. Instead, he
slipped them into the front of his pants (while I had
them on) whispering huskily, "I'll be needing those
back."
"Anytime." I said, rooting through my carry-on and
finding 2 slightly used but not soiled t-shirts. They
would do, since they were not covered in semen, which
kind of was my doing (didn't feel too guilty, though).
We changed, and walked out, with no one the wiser of
our little sexcapades.
"That was crazy..."
"Whew, who are you telling."
"You know, I didn't think-"
"When I got on the plane-"
"That I would meet-"
"Someone like you..." We said this at the same time. I
looked up into his eyes, and saw a different person
through them. This Chance had seen pain, hurt and
love. He had been pushed to the near breaking point
and had some nights he couldn't sleep. He got scared
sometimes. He was brave sometimes. But yet, he was
still willing to love. How did I know? I saw the same
thing the day before, in the mirror. I wanted him to
know that I would be there for him. I took his hand,
stepped up and kissed him, and headed for the parking
garage.
"So Chance... Where are you headed from here? Are you
expecting someone to pick you up?"
"No... Actually I've got the cash to call a cab."
"Scratch that. You're riding in style." He raised an
eyebrow at this one. "Well at least I think it's
stylish." The Mustang chirp-chirped as I unlocked it.
It's bright green. And convertible. An I'm in love
with it. Within the next twenty-four hours, I would
inevitably end up lovingly washing, rinsing, and
waxing my baby. Two weeks is a long time. I had some
making up to do. Anyway, Chance got in looking
impressed. I smiled inwardly. If he liked the car, he
was the perfect boy. By now, I wasn't surprised. I let
the convertible down and Chance lay back in his seat
facing the sky. "How about some coffee?"
"..." Silence.
"Or do you have to be somewhere?" He looked thoughtful
for a second, and flashed me a smile.
"Sounds cool." I navigated the twisty turns of the
airport under the rapidly setting sun. Not before
long, we ended up on the highway. I got off slightly
in the middle of nowhere.
Dave's Coffee shop is located there for no known
reason. But after hanging around there, I think he put
it there because he just wanted to. Anyway, his supply
created its own demand. People always ended up there,
talking about everything or nothing. Either way, it
was always comfortable. It was a place to study or
relax or play... or take your new date. I noticed that
said new date had fallen asleep. He looked peaceful.
To bad, I thought. It's good coffee. I pulled up
anyway, and Mr. Cimanta saw me through the window and
waved warmly. He was always happy to have customers at
night. Although he was the owner, he worked the night
shift, while his  partner Jack worked days. I left
Chance in the car, and walked up. By the time I was
inside, his nimble hands had mixed espresso, foamed
milk, vanilla, and caramel into two cups of
heavenliness. I humored him anyway. "Two Car-"
"Caramel Macchiato? Extra vanilla? Coming right up,
Ian." With a flourish, he produced the steaming cups
from behind his back."So," he began, checking
temperatures on the syrups and stuff he always had
simmering. "Who's the strapping young lad?" Hearing 50
something year old Mr. Cimanta refer to a young lad as
"strapping" was humorous.
"Well... he's a friend. A boy I met at the airport.
I'm giving him a ride home..." I paused looking
affectionately at the reclined figure. Mr. Cimanta
gave me a knowing smile. "He's my boyfriend."
"I see. And his name is?"
"Chance. He's from Illinois. I met him at the
airport."
"I could tell, you know. You had lovesick written all
over you. I know what its like to be young..." He
stared off into space, then at the boy in my car. "I'm
happy you found someone. He looks... tired. It seems
that he's been through a lot. If I were to meet him,
I'd see that same tired look in his eyes that I see in
yours. He needs someone to take care of him. And I
think you need him to take care of you. I'm glad you
found him." Mr. Cimanta had that way with people; from
the first glance, he could  offer you the drink you
were craving and didn't know, or he could offer to
save your life. He knew people. I guess on some level
I brought Chance here for his approval. I trusted him.
"Thanks, Mr. Cimanta. I'm glad you like him... Do I
really look that stricken?"
"Well, no, but I figured you wouldn't bring someone to
get coffee this good unless you loved him. And... you
have an extra pair of boxers. (He said this with a
wink.)  That would make him a new customer, so he gets
the new customer discount." I looked quizzical. "Yep.
Buy none, get two free. It's on the house, kiddo. Make
love, not war." Heh. I always left there happier than
when I came.
"Thank you, Mr. Cimanta." I went back to the car,
whistling softly. Chance was still asleep, but his
face was glistening, as if he'd been... crying? As I
got back on the road, I furrowed my brow in worry.
"Chance?" I said, very softly. The reply was a
whisper.
"Yes?"
"What's wrong?" He was quiet for a while.
"I... I'm not sure I'm ready yet."
"To go back to your family?"
"Yeah..." He stared down. I remembered what Dave had
said, so I took care of him. I got off at the next
exit and pulled into the parking lot of one of the
nearest hotels. I let my seat back to match
Chance's,and I put my arm around him. Then I set about
reaching Mom.I didn't feel like lying that much, so
instead of calling I sent her a message. "Hey Mom. I
missed the flight. Rescheduled for morning. Would call
but my batteries are dead. I'm staying in a hotel.
Love, Ian." After the
lengthy message was sent, I coaxed Chance out of the
seat and went to check in the hotel. I paid with cash,
and it was late, so I got little trouble from the
desk.
Our room was typical hotel fare. Cool, soft beds,
smelled a little off, clean. I wasted no time in
jumping in the shower. I take long showers, so it was
a while before I came out. Towel on waist, hair still
dripping, I came into the room. Chance was in boxers
and a t shirt, and he was crying. Not all out bawling,
but a quiet, defeated whimper. He looked so goddamned
hurt it hurt me. I came to him, and lay behind him. I
put my arms around him. Sobs shook his body, and I
knew he was holding back. I held him tighter, saying,
"It's OK Chance. I'm here for you. I turned him around
and kissed him, wetting our faces with his tears and
my hair. Love was what he needed. He responded by
putting his arms around me and pressing his crotch
into mine. We kissed harder, rolling about on the bed,
gasping between kisses. I shed the towel and Chance
shed his clothes, and our nakedness pressed against
each other, embodying our need. His hands were in my
hair, down my back, all over me. I wanted him all over
me. He wanted me too. Chance gasped a little as I
entered him. I didn't want to hurt him. I wanted to
save him. I began the rhythm slow, even though I
longed to go as fast as   I could. He arched his back
into me, and I knew I made him feel the way he had
made me feel at the airport. As the creamy body
beneath me writhed in pleasure, I knew that I, his
lover, was driving away all his problems. I went
faster, and Chance breathed faster and matched my
speed. I was so deep inside him that his heart beat
with mine, his breaths matched mine, and we had really
became one. I could feel the tension mounting in our
muscles, and I could sense the climax we both were
headed for. It crept up on us, and doused us in an
ocean of explosive pleasure. He tightened around me
and convulsed, and I was consumed by the sheer
intensity of it. I kept coming, and it quickly oozed
out. We collapsed into each other, and simply stared
at the ceiling, covered in sweat, tears, water, and
semen. Our ragged breaths echoed similar sentiments of
satisfaction. Chance had made me feel good in a way I
hadn't felt in a hell of a long time. In the dark, I
could sense his tousled head turning to look at me.
His next words were halting, like he was on the verge
of tears. "Ian... I'm not a perfect person. Sometimes
I do things for no reason. Sometimes I'll hate
myself... sometimes I'll act like I hate you.
Sometimes I feel like I'm going crazy... but... I love
you... and I'll try as hard as I fucking can to make
sure you know that."
"Chance," I said. "I'm not perfect either... but I
love you, and I hope that's enough."


---That's it for this chapter folks. And what a
chapter it was. I hope you like.
I guess updating every few days might prove to be
hard, with my end of school year schedule, but I'll do
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send those interested the chapters as I send them to
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Comments, criticism, or shameless debauchery go to
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