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.
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"..." 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