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.