Date: Wed, 4 Apr 2007 22:27:56 -0700 (PDT)
From: Ian Lewis <inlwtx@yahoo.com>
Subject: Leaving Everything to Chance: Chapter Two: What are the Odds?

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 lay back on a toilot some 35 thousand feet in the
air, contemplating what had just happened to me. I,
Ian Lewis, a  17 year old homebound after a visit to
my father in Chicago, had been placed on a flight
delayed 3 hours. Subsequently, I had met the enigmatic
yet definitely sexy boy Chance. Subsequently, said boy
had proceeded me to damn near sex me up in the middle
of the aisle. And then, I was off to the potty to sex
myself up. I mean really... what are the odds?
   My hard on was subsiding, and with it the chaotic
rush of hormones that made me want to drag Chance by
his hair in there with me, and have my way with him.
You can't tell much from the first chapter... but I
have a dirty mind. You see, while I'm not in the
closet, I'm not exactly advertising. I hadn't really
had a boyfriend, so I resort to my imagination. Hey,
like I said, I enjoy my own company. But it wasn't my
own company that had motivated me to pull one off in
the back of a 747. I'd like see more of this Chance
fellow. Oh sorry. I'm at it again. I'd like to learn
more of this Chance fellow.
   My wish was granted. after I stood up and made
myself presentable, I open the door, and behold, there
the kid was. His conspiratory grin told me he knew
exactly what I had just done. Then his voice told me.
"Mmmmm. I need to do the same thing. You've gotten me
riled up." And just like that, he put his arm around
me, sliding his hand down my pants, and propelled me
out of the bathroom, eyeing me hungrily. "See you
soon."
   I had barely made it to my seat before it was up
again. I shifted so as to make it less obvious, and
even  asked for a pillow. I knew the other passengers
could care less, but I barely knew this fine young
fellow that had just crash landed in my life. Now that
I was thinking with the bigger head, I didn't want to
seem too enthusiastic.
   As I was staring out of the window, the downside of
the caffiene caught me. In a few minutes, the whole
weight of the day fell upon me, and I transferred the
pillow to my headrest. I was out. I dreamed that
Chance whispered in my ear, "Good night Ian. I'll see
you in the morning." and then laid his head on my
shoulder. Half awake, I wrapped my arm around him and
ran my fingers through his hair. Then sleep overtook
me.