Date: Sat, 6 Oct 2007 23:22:20 -0700 (PDT)
From: Ian Lewis <inlwtx@yahoo.com>
Subject: Leaving Everything to Chance Chapter 8: A Random Affair

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.

There are a multitude of social norms one are expected
to follow at such events. I knew of none of them.
Apparently, neither did Chance. We showed up
considerably mussed, unashamedly adjusting and tucking
in various parts of the formal wear as we walked
through the doors. We were walking too close together
to be just friends, and our lazy grins suggested that
we were more than friendly. I was thankful that
society doesn't require boys to wear lipstick; there
would certainly be lip marks all over our pressed
white shirts. That would have been embarrassing.

Chance had said very little on the ride over. This led
me to realize that Chance had said very little period.
We had simply fallen into each others arms, but I
hadn't bonded with him like I would a friend. I
frowned as I realized that my mother was right. We had
went from strangers to lovers overnight. I determined
to change that tonight.

Apparently, the tickets my mother had procured were
from a press package, because they were to good box
seats. As we made our way to them, we ran into several
of my mother's upper class clients, who all greeted my
amiably and to whom I introduced Chance as "a
classmate," "my neighbor" and my personal favorite,
"foreign exchange student (from Germany)" As I made
with the chit chat, he nodded quietly and said
nothing. I realized how flipping shy he was. He had
propositioned me on an airplane, but yet he couldn't
say "how do you do." I was kinda flattered, really. I
did notice, though, that he was stealing glances at my
face, as if seeking reassurance, as if following my
lead. It was cute. We found the dimly lit box, and we
had it all to ourselves... I know, I thought the same
thing. But my mom had a point, and I didn't want to
feel guilty later.So I showed him his seat, ruffled
his hair after he sat down (I loved doing that) and
took my seat next to him. I smiled at him and told
him, "this guy plays classical guitar. My mom thought
it would be cool for us to see him."

"Oh. I haven't heard much classical stuff."

"Neither have I. I just started getting into it. What
you heard was just playing around."

"I... I liked it. You're really good."

"Thanks. Do you play?"

"Piano."

"Dude! No way! You gotta play something for me
sometime."

"Sure, Ian. But we'd have to go somewhere with a
piano."

"We'll have to do that."

As we made our somewhat awkward small talk, I looked
at Chance's face. He smiled through his words.  It
wasn't a fake smile either, it was a genuine warm
smile that crinkled his eyes only a little. That
really warmed me up. I was so happy to be with him,
and I was so happy that he was so happy to be with me.
I put my arm around him, and he slouched down a little
so he could lay on me a little as we watched the
performance. He was a warm pressure on my side, and I
ran my fingers through his hair.

The guitarist took the stage, and the lights dimmed
down to an expectant darkness. The audience was
politely silent. He had his guitar strapped around
him, and although I wasn't near good enough to tell
what kind it was from that distance, it was obvious it
was an ornate acoustical model, delicately fashioned
and lovingly polished. It was a work of art, an
heirloom, kinda like mine. He of course had already
tuned the guitar, and right away launched into his
first piece. Notes cascaded down the strings as the
music began, and the tune was both simple and complex,
in a way only the best composers can manage. There was
a section with rapid strumming, like flamenco music,
and a section with seamless glissando playing. The man
was a master of his craft. I watched his fingers and
could only vaguely grasp the progression of chords and
melodies he was going through. He ended on a dissonant
note, and the reverent silence after it was soon
filled with generous applause. He stood up, bowed, and
gave some background on the piece and introduced his
next one. I looked down to see what Chance was
thinking and saw his eyes closed, his face innocent.
My boyfriend had fallen asleep. As the winding music
of the next song wafted up to us, I wriggled out from
under him and stood up. The location of our seats hid
me from all but a few people. I put my arms under his
arms and lifted him to a standing position. "C'mon
babe. Let's get some fresh air." He let out a half
sleep mumble, and stood on his own. He looked slowly
around, and allowed me to lead him. I took his arm and
went out the exit. I navigated the dimly lit hallways
and came out in the spacious lobby. We went out the
exit to my car. I opened his door for him (because I'm
a perfect gentleman) and got in on the other side. He
looked sheepish, and said quietly, "That was awesome.
Tell your mom I said thanks." I had to grin. Heh, heh.
He felt guilty about falling asleep, but he didn't
even realize that we had only stayed for the first
song.

I put the car in gear, and whooshed out of the lot,
top down and all. To be entirely honest, I had no idea
where I was going. I just knew we had a couple of
hours until the reservation at the restaurant, and
about a full tank to burn. Heck, the night was new,
and we were forever young.

I got on a highway to who knows where, and clicked on
the radio. White Stripes was on. Me and my boyfriend
howled "Seven Nation Army" down the road for miles and
miles, and when the song was over we sung the next
one.  It was "Every Breath You Take", and we didn't
know the majority of the words. The result was
humorous. I was high on life, and I kept a steady 80
miles an hour, and was passing up cars left and right.
I didn't know where we were going, but I was sure
getting there fast. We were getting to the outskirts,
and I saw dilapidated storefronts and aged dwellings
spread farther and farther apart as we progressed.
Before I knew it, we had driven for an hour and a
half. I reasoned, even if I turned around right then,
we would still miss it. So, we'd find something else
to do.

I turned the radio down, and flashed Chance what I
hoped was a winsome smile. "I love you, Chance. I want
you to know that." He looked up, and looked for all
the world like a puppy dog. "I love you too," he said,
and as he said it, his lips curled up into a grin,
like someone who's won the lottery. He put his arm
around me, and as he shifted, I suddenly became aware
of the gentle curves of his body, and the gentle touch
he used when he held me. I dunno, something shorted
out, and I suddenly thought that there was too much
clothes involved. Whew, I banished the thought for a
moment. But then Chance leaned over, so that his head
was resting on my shoulder. Even though the night wind
was blowing right through us, I could still feel
nothing but his warmth. I shook my head to try and
clear my thoughts, and as I did I saw a huge ghostly
white screen off the side of the road. It was an
abandoned drive in theater. The screen and well worn
tracks where countless cars had parked were the only
surviving markers. I took the turn into the darkened
lot. I tingled with anticipation as the car meandered
to a stop. Chance looked up at me with a quizzical
look in his eyes, and as a response, I kissed him full
on. I remembered, in the crush of our faces into each
others', our first time. It aroused similar feelings
in Chance, because he undid his seatbelt, and started
twisting to get nearer me. Not after long, we climbed
into the back, and went for the shirts. As damn good
as he looked in his bowtie, I wanted it off of him, as
well as everything else. I undid the tie, and the
buttons down the line of his chest, exposing the
smooth muscles underneath. I ran my hand over his
exposed chest, and down into his pants, going under
the band of his boxers. Chance was hard for me, and
gasped with pleasure at my touch there. By this time,
he had removed my shirt and coat, and was going to
work on my pants, removing my underwear also. I
exhaled similarly as he returned the favor. The night
sounds dropped to silence as we undressed and prepared
to make love. The moonlight seemed to shine a little
more brightly on his soft nakedness, and I felt the
world turn under me as I took him in my arms and
pulled him close to me. Here it was, our lives, dreams
and bodies intertwined, and it was narcotic. I saw his
eyes flinch with a moment of discomfort as I entered
him, only to be replaced with pure bliss, because like
before, we fit each other. This was our place in each
other's worlds, as close as can be. The only sounds as
we began the rhythms of love was the shuffle of flesh
against the upholstery, and the slick slide of flesh
against flesh, and the moaning gasp of two teenage
lovers. In the sky, I had seen the stars, but with
Chance, I felt them, felt the brightness, and the
explosive energy, the wonder of mankind in him, and I
didn't cross hundreds of thousands of miles to get
there. The night was cool, but we broke out in a sweat
as we mated, for it was hot and passionate. With my
arms around him, I thrusted   and thrusted, and he
moved with me, and dear God, it felt so good. When I
came, I let out a cry and nearly passed out from how
good it was. I shot warm semen several times, and
Chance tightened around me as he felt me come. This
extended my orgasm and drew another yelp from me.
Afterwards, I was breathing hard, and   the air around
us was heavy with our sweat and sex.  I repositioned
my self in front of Chance, and although it was a
tight fit, bent over him. His dick was engorged and he
had not came when he was bottoming for me. So, as he
lay on his back staring up at the sky, I lowered
myself onto him, using my hand to position his member
into me. He was a little harder and bigger than I
remembered, but that wasn't a problem for me. Chance
shivered as I lowered onto him, and when he reached
for me I held his hand down, forbidding him from
moving. I wanted to pleasure him by myself. Taking
hold, I worked up and down on him, causing him to
twist and moan and arch his back into me. He was so
horny that it didn't take long, he held his breath as
it came, and exhaled excitedly. He rammed his cock
into me about an inch more, and shot his load. He too
had a big load, and it filled me up with hot sticky
cum. I pulled off of him and lay down beside him,
feeling Chance's cum seep out as my ass tightened. I
looked over at him, and ran my fingers lightly over
his chest. In return, he placed his hand on my head,
and rubbed my hair like one would pet a good dog. We
lay like that for an hour, lost in each other, having
tasted each other yet again. From the back of the car,
we watched the sky, with our naked legs hanging over
the edge of the car. The stars turned slowly but
surely like a huge kaleidescope. This was a rare
moment where I felt like the world was complete. As
voluminous clouds swept in to cover the night sky, we
swept into sweet dreams of each other's bodies.

*     *    *     *     *
I awoke to two things: the patter of raindrops, and
the distant rumble of thunder. A very potent storm was
brewing, and we were caught, for lack of a better
term, with our pants down. Chance was still sleep, and
the first few raindrops ran in rivulets over his body,
and made him look so wet and sexy I wanted to screw
him again. But, I had a car interior to look after. I
found my pants and slipped them on, and climbed,
shirtless, into the front seat. I quickly raised the
top and turned the wipers on. It was three in the
morning, and the rain looked like it would definitely
pick up. I pulled out of the parking lot and got back
on the road, taking sure to go back the way we came. I
was back on the road maybe half an hour, focused on
seeing the road  through the pouring rain. Before I
knew what was happening, there was a bony chin resting
on my shoulder and a pair of hands appeared from
either side of my seat. They touched me, running up my
chest and into my armpits and down even lower.
Chance's groping got me aroused again, and it was
obvious through my pants. The hands then delicately
undid the button, and slid down the zipper. "Holy
fuck, Chance. That feels good." In reply, he breathed
warm moist air into my neck. Still not saying a word,
his hand reached further up and took a hold of my
cock. I slowed down, for with the arousal it was
difficult to focus at higher speeds. And then Chance
begin jacking me, rubbing his arm against mine as I
drove. the experience was breathtaking, and I moaned
and groaned, wanting nothing more than to stop the car
and grab his dick. And then on cue, his left arm
disappeared, and his moans soon told me he was jacking
off both of us. As each sign flew by, I twisted and
jerked as my dick got harder and harder. And then I
came, all over my naked chest and the steering wheel.
Chance came within seconds, and as he did he grabbed
my dick harder. It was too much for me, and I had
pulled over to the shoulder of the road as I shot my
load. And then his left hand reappeared, sticky with
creamy white cum. He smeared it into mine, and
slathered it all over my chest. Yeah, it was pretty
messy.
*     *     *     *

We sat at the far end of the parking lot of a chain
hotel. We were still an hour out of town, and I had
called my mother to tell her that we were stuck out of
town because of the storm. Her sarcastic response had
been "Okay, Ian. But be careful, don't get each other
wet, I mean, don't get wet in  the rain. Love ya!"
There is no one quite like her. We were at the far end
of the lot because the pock marked and pot holed
parking lot was flooded at the end nearest the door,
and I didn't feel like burying my car halfway in muddy
water. So, the night clerk saw two shirtless good
looking boys running through the rain, and yelling to
all the world, with their arms around each other. Her
expression was less than amused, but even for
intolerance, MasterCard is MasterCard. So, we walked
up soaking to our room and collapsed on the bed. I lay
behind Chance and spooned him, huddled up tight
against the ass I had spent so much time in, trying to
share each other's warmth. I put my arms around him,
as if making sure he took me with him when we fell off
into sleep again.


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With out much ado, the next installment. It had plenty
of "action" because I'm sure the readers (myself
included) don't want to read about two intensely sexy
boys just talking with their clothes on. I hope you
enjoy this, then. I have so many apologies for taking
so long, but my courses aren't taking themselves. I
will make sure to get going on the next chapter ASAP.
If it's any consolation, though, I will tell you that
one thing that's been keeping me away from Chance and
Ian is a new story series called "For Love and Blood"
It's about the teenage member of a cursed line of
vampires, named Peter. It's going to be a 10-15 story
cycle, as opposed to Chance, which I will keep writing
until I feel the series is complete. I will submit the
first couple of chapters this week, if I have the
time. I'm assuming it will reach Nifty under the
"Fantasy" section, but if not, then email me and I
will let you know where it's filed, or just put you on
the mailing list. As usual, questions, comments,
pictures, invitations to "pants parties" and the like
can be sent to inlwtx@yahoo.com Enjoy.