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.
- * * * * * * * 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.