Date: Fri, 26 May 2017 19:33:22 +0200
From: charlie.fenderson <charlie.fenderson@o2.pl>
Subject: Railroad Don Juan - chapter 2

Disclaimer: this story is based purely on my fantasy. No character is based
on a real, living or dead, person. This story will include explicit scenes
of sex between adult and a minor under 18. If this topic disturbs you,
please do not read any further


Author's note: Surprise, surprise! Although I usually don't stretch my
stories beyond what they were meant to be when they first appeared in my
imagination, I received a lot of feedback about this one where people
expressed their disappointment about first chapter being just a dream. To
make it up to you guys, I introduced a bit of Caspers backstory in episode
4 and 6 of "Flower that bloomed in the snow" and now I'm proud to present
the final (and this time I mean it ;)) chapter of Railroad Don Juan. I hope
you'll enjoy it :)

Also please, donate to nifty if you enjoyed reading that story. It's the
only way to make sure that we have a place where we can share and enjoy
these particular fantasies.


Railroad Don Juan. Redux


In this world there is no magic. People who call themselves magicians are
just skilled con men who know how to get our imagination to work against
us. But that's not the worst that your imagination can do to you. Take me
for an example. For almost a year I have dreamt of a certain boy, whom in
my imagination I called Casper. It wasn't until I met another boy named
Nick, that I learnt that except for the name all my guesses about him were
wrong.

After seeing him continuously on a train over last year, I had this fantasy
about him that someday I could gather my courage and talk to him. And that
was where it ended. I believed Casper to be straight and innocent. He was
just giving of that kind of impression. The first crack in this perfect
image appeared, as I mentioned, during the winter break, when Nick told me
all about the reasons why he became gay and attracted to boys and guys
older than him.  For one I obviously learned that Casper liked boys just
like me. Second, I discovered that he was actively seeking out other boys
and getting them to have sex with him. I thought there couldn't be anything
easier than getting to know him and making things happen. Even then, things
didn't start happening until May. I used that time to do some research on
him.

Coincidentally, a friend of mine broke his legs in april and needed someone
to walk his dog. It's hard to call it a good luck or an opportunity, but it
gave me a chance to follow Casper around without attracting too much
suspicion either from him or from other people on the street. During those
walks I learned that he didn't leave in a duplex near the train station
like I imagined he did. Instead, after getting out of a train, he was
headed to an ordinary grey housing estate. Where he probably shared a small
apartment with his parents. The other thing I found out was that Casper had
two very close buddies. Both were around his age. One was rather skinny and
had a terrible dark peach fuzz over his mouth. The other was a bit chubby
and had a ginger hair. I had hard time imagining these two as his sexual
interests so I figured it would be wise to avoid approaching him when they
were around him. The problem was that they were almost inseparable so for a
long time I had no choice but to watch Casper from afar. It all changed a
few days ago. You may be aware that three first days of May are national
holiday in Poland, so there was no school either for me or Casper. Nick
went away with his mother so I had no other plans than to finally get him
to talk to me or maybe even more.



My friend's dog is a brown-white husky with strikingly blue eyes and very
friendly attitude. He was actually really helpful to my cause. I'm sure you
know how difficult it is to strike up a conversation with a stranger
especially in our times, when people are constantly on their phones and
minding their own business. You can imagine it is even harder when you're
gay and interested in boys below 18. On that one glorious day, I was
following Casper again. We were walking towards the crossing when the
lights turned red. We were the only ones waiting on that side of the street
and suddenly the dog took interest in Casper's shoes. He was wearing white
hi tops that went along nicely with blue jeans and grey hoodie he was
wearing. Boy's golden hair were hidden under a red New York Yankees
cap. His skin had a golden-brown tone to it, probably because he spent a
lot of time outside. Once he noticed my dog's nose poking his left calf, he
looked around and then smiled at me. I think I blushed, because right after
we exchanged the first glance his smile widened.

"Nice dog you got there!" - he commented casually.

"His name is Bjorn. - I explained - I hope you don't mind him wanting to
get to know you?"

"Are you fucking kidding me? He's majestic! Can I pet him?"

I was shocked, so I didn't notice lights changing. In just two seconds the
notion of him being an innocent pure boy was ruined. I nodded my head and
Casper squatted and stroked Bjorn's neck. Only then I have noticed that
people were clicking their tongues irritatedly while passing by us.

"Hey, maybe we should cross the road, or the lights will change again?"

"Sure. - he replied and got up - Anyway, what kind of name is that?"

"It means `bear' in Norwegian. And I don't know why would my friend call
him that. Maybe because he is a husky?"

"Wow, walking a dog for a friend. Does he always push you around like
that?"

"It so happens that he broke his legs and cannot walk - I snapped at him -
Do you always judge people you don't know anything about, Casper?"

When his expression changed from mildly amused to utterly shocked, I knew I
made a mistake. I was just so annoyed with him making such a bold comment
towards someone he barely even knew. With every second I was becoming more
and more surprised and maybe even disappointed in him.

"Dude, how the fuck do you know my name? And who are you?"

I felt like a whole carefully planned introduction was ruined. My hope was
either to address his outgoing and relaxed nature, or tell him honestly
that I know Nick and that he recommended him to me. I thought the latter
was too desperate, so I smiled and said

"You just look like Casper I guess. I'm a bit of a mind reader too!" - I
added a sheepish chuckle to my embarrassment. Luckily this has
worked. Casper's eyebrows straightened out and he elicited a short
bark-like laugh.

"More like a bit of a creep, dude. Do you realise how noticeable that dog
is? You might as well put up a rotating light on your head, or stick a blow
horn up your ass."

"Yeah, Bjorn is really a big dog. - I concurred awkwardly, not sure what to
say next - Do you, um, want me to leave you alone?"

"Do you really want me to want you to leave me alone? - asked Casper with a
cheeky smile - Tell me your name first and then explain why do you keep
following me around."

I was amazed by how easy going and direct he was. Even though he just met
me and realised that I have been stalking him for the time being he started
bossing me around, just like that. I can't say I liked it, but first of all
I owed him an explanation and second of all, this was working in my
favour. The only problem was that I couldn't reveal my true motives in a
public place, him being fifteen and all.

"My name is Chris, and I'm 22."

"And you you are after me because...?"

"Because we have a mutual friend. Does name Nick ring a bell?"

That he didn't expect. He stood still, turned to me and stared at me with
his jaw dropped. I hoped that he'll understand the innuendo and won't
embarrass both of us in public.

"Yeah, it does. But I wonder how you know that it would?"

"Well... - I hesitated for a moment - we are friends just as you and him
were when you were in the middle school."

This was as clear as I could possibly get without openly admitting to
having sex with Nick. Fortunately, Casper's expression brightened
immediately as he understood what I meant.

"You know what? I was on my way to a park anyway. Do you mind if I hang out
with you and Bjorn?"

"Yeah, sure. If you want to. Weren't you going to meet some friends or
something like that?"

"Um, nah, I intended to make some new ones." - he replied and flashed me a
knowing grin. I took me a minute to realise what he was hinting at, namely
that he was headed there to hook up with other people for sex. And to think
that it took me so long to work up the courage to talk to him! It was even
better than my dream about him.

When we arrived at the park, there were a lot people walking their dogs or
children, so we were bound to stick to normal conversation. I confirmed
that few innocent parts of Nick's story were true and explained Casper how
I met his old friend. It seemed to me as though he regretted cutting ties
with him so easily but was too embarrassed to do something about it. I
promised him, that I'll try to do something about it and it brought back a
smile on his face. In general he seemed to be a bright, and lively guy,
although his swearing game was way above of what I'd expect from a kid his
age. Still I admired his creative efforts in that area. No matter what type
of language he used, he was still a great guy to hang out with and even
more so to look at. At some point I decided to sit on a bench and have a
little rest, while Casper and Bjorn were playing fetch. When he ran around
and bent down to grab another stick to throw, I was able to enjoy my
favorite of his features, namely his butt. It was round and firm and looked
especially good on his slim, yet strong frame. I couldn't wait until we get
through all the pleasantries and I'll be able for the first time in my life
to taste his coral lips, touch his soft skin and run my hands all over his
buttcheeks and dick. But for now, I had to think of a secluded spot for us
to be able to talk openly.

"Whoah! That dog needs some valium - he gasped out - My fucking legs are
about to come off!"

He plopped down on the bench just beside me. My mind started spinning as
the intense musky aroma of his sweat hit my nostrils. My dick got hard
instantly. Sitting beside him, seeing his glistening face and feeling the
warmth radiating from his body would be amazing, if Bjorn wouldn't decide
it was a perfect time to climb on my knees and start licking my ear and
neck.

"And it seems he still has a lot of energy to spare!"

"Go ahead and play with him all you want to. I won't be able to move my ass
for another five minutes."

After he had a bit of a rest, we resumed our walk. The park was big enough
to have some quieter and more secluded areas. We decided to stick to them
for the rest of our walk, since I guess both of us wanted to have a real
conversation. It was actually Casper who started the serious talk.

"So, you know Nick and, uh, about everything we did together?"

"Well, not all the details, but I have a general idea."

"Isn't he a damn blabbermouth" - he chuckled nervously, his cheeks a bit
rosier than moment ago.

"To his defense, he told me that after we had orgasmed on a sofa in the
living room."

"I figured that out already. And what did you think?"

"I envied him - I admitted and smiled at Casper - I really like you a
lot. After I noticed you on a train, I couldn't stop thinking about you."

"That's a relief. I honestly thought that you were a motherfucking serial
killer or something!"

I smiled to myself. He surely knew how to put things in a right
perspective. There was nothing wrong with me being a perv. At least I
didn't want to murder him!

"I assure you that it's not true. At worst I'll just nail your ass."

"Fuck, you know how to get to the point, don't you?" - scoffed Casper,
which caused me to feel a bit embarrassed.

"I'm just naming possibilities. Saying yes or no is still up to you!"

"I think I'll have to sleep on it. Are you going to be busy with that dog
tomorrow morning?"

"I certainly could have him walked by somebody else once or twice."

"Great. - he chuckled - then meet me here tomorrow at 7AM. And clear up
your schedule at least until noon."

Until noon, he says. Guess I have one hell of a day ahead of me!



On the next day I took care of the dog business by asking Andy for
help. Andy was still all crazy about Pokemon Go, so it wasn't too much of a
trouble for him. With that resolved, I could freely go on my own kind of
adventure. Although it was Casper who set up a meeting and when I got to
the park, he actually was there, I was still unsure as to whether it will
all come out well. I was mostly afraid of him trying to convince me to do
it in park. Sex in public has certain appeal, but it was still risky and
not nearly as enjoyable as fun in a proper bed. Especially with someone as
beautiful as him, I wanted the best experience as I could get. It surprised
me when I met Casper at the edge of a park. I thought we were supposed to
meet more secretly, considering the purpose of our get-together.

"Dude, stop making that expression - he giggled when he spotted me - You
look like deer caught in a headlights!"

"Oh, that's just my usual face you know? Guys dig it." - I tried to laugh
off his remark.

"Yeah, considering that you have to fucking stalk people to get to know
someone, it doesn't look really effective. - he replied with a shit eating
grin - Come on, and try acting casual."

So at least one thing was out of the way. We weren't headed into
park. Instead we crossed the street and started walking back the way I came
here. Casper looked at me and burst into laughter. I frowned my brows at
him, demanding an explanation.

"Why are you so fucking surprised all the time?"

"I just beginning to think I got a lot more than I bargained for."

"Oh really, and what exactly did you bargain for?"

"Well, I got this notion of you being timid and shy for starters."

"I honestly don't know where did that come from, dude."

"Well, you look like an altar boy or something. Really angelic."

"I was an altar boy for a while - he admitted - but that didn't end
well..."

"Oh. Sorry to hear that." - I replied quickly. Could that be the reason of
his unusual interests? But before I was able to really feel sorry he just
giggled again.

"Dude, I'm just fucking with you. I haven't been to church even once in my
life!"

"I can't keep up with you Casper - I laughed - for all I know you can turn
out to be a drug dealer or a hitman."

"Nah, I'm not that radical. But I'm not timid or shy."

"Yeah, but I constantly saw you reading books! It is a bit unusual for
someone outgoing and with such a big mouth too."

"Yeah, most of my friends are from the city where I go to school and two of
my buddies from the block go to the different school, so I have to pass
time somehow."

"Don't you have some games or anime to watch on your phone?"

"I'm not a weaboo. - he looked at me as if I accused him of committing a
crime against humanity - don't you realise that anime is the reason why
Japan was nuked twice?"

"I don't think that was the exact reason. But you really don't like
Japanese stuff? I had this impression of you being someone who would..."

"Then I'll have to undergo a plastic surgery or something. What if everyone
is getting these impressions?"

"If that was true, I would have a lot of competition to deal with!"

"Who says you don't?"

"Well, those two guys that I keep seeing you with? You're obviously way out
of their league."

"Shut it, brown noser! - he smiled - You're right though, but you know, any
port in the storm."

"You either are a real predator, or in real despair."

"I'm a teenager, so I have my needs. And considering we're going to my
flat, you could be a bit more polite."

I smiled ironically at him, but didn't reply. After all as someone who was
looking for a way to get into his pants I really had no business in
antagonising him. Plus we were getting closer to his place, so the
anticipation was making it hard to think of something clever to say.



We entered his building and he opened the elevator for me.

"Are you sure it's safe?"

"Yeah. No worries dude. My parents are at work. And so the people in the
other flats."

"Good. Do you have see-through walls or something?"

"No you spastic, but the walls are thin, so we'd have to be really quiet if
someone was there, right?"

So he opened the door and there I was. I finally made it to where he really
lived. In my fantasy I practically jumped at him and carried him into his
room, but now I was intimidated. All I could do was to watch him as he bent
down, facing away from me and taking off his shoes. It was as if he was
waving his round ass at me, presenting it on a silver platter. Before he
untangled the second shoe, he looked over his shoulder. His ass still
pointed at me.

"You're not coming in with your shoes on, so unless you want to fuck me on
a doorstep, you have to take them off Chris."

"Right." - I smiled and did what he asked me. Then I followed him to his
room.

It was small, but kept in order. It had a narrow bed in the opposite
corner, small desk with a lamp and a bookshelf over it. By the wall
opposite to the bed there was his bicycle. For a person like me, who lived
in a house and kept their bike in a garage, it looked quite surreal. Casper
sat on the bed, and patted the space right next to him. It was strange how
his confidence has stripped me of mine. With Nick or Andy it was me who set
the tempo. It was always me who either tricked or eased the boy into a
relationship. With Casper however I wanted to kiss and touch him, and run
away in panic at the same time. I was unsure whether he was aware of
turmoil going on in my head or was just weirded out by an awkward silence,
but it was him who spoke first.

"So, can you tell me how it all happened in your fantasy about me?"

"It was really simple. I picked you up in the corridor, you pointed out
your room and I fucked you in a cowboy position."

He nodded his head and snickered.

"This is so not how it's gonna happen. Although it's a shame I didn't keep
my mouth shut. I would love you to pick me up. That would be sexy!"

"I have a lot of sexy tricks left!" - I assured him. My hand slithered
under his t-shirt and rubbed his warm flat belly. Casper gasped in
surprise. Finally I took over control of the situation. His soft fingers
scratched my stubble and he smiled, biting his bottom lip. We were so
close, that his breath hit my face. I brought my face just few inches
closer and my my mouth was on his, my tongue inside him, getting the first
real taste. It was warm and fresh, like a toothpaste. I pressed myself
harder on him and we landed on the bed. He groaned and started pulling up
my t-shirt. Our lips parted as I extended my arms and took it off. Before
it was over my head, I felt his lips touching my nipple, sucking on it and
flipping his tongue around it. I moaned and pressed his head to my
chest. His hair was silky in touch so I started stroking it and whispering.

"Oh yeah Casper, fuck yeah, you feel so amazing!"

I rubbed his arms and reached between us. First I unzipped the fly in my
jeans. Then I pulled down his sweatpants. He was going commando! I was so
thrilled that I pulled him up by his arms, squeezed my legs between his and
hugged him so close to me that our noses bumped. Casper chuckled and kissed
me deeply. My hand was roaming around his thigh and bum. It was so round
and firm I couldn't resist giving it a slap and squeezing it to me. His
groin was as hot as fire. And very hard. He seemed relatively thin, but
also very long.

"Mmm, you must be fucking hung. - he groaned - How long is your dick?"

"Seven inches. You?"

"Same. We should probably start matching t-shirts."

"I have a better idea. Let's have a contest and see who can fit more cock
in his mouth."

"Hm, sounds like fun!"

So we sat up and undressed. Then we laid down so that our dicks were
pointed at one each other's face. I worked up some spit and stroked his
cock a bit, while Casper didn't hesitate for a second. He simply sucked in
my cock and took its entire length in his mouth. Or at least he tried
to. When my shaft was half way in his mouth he gagged. The warmth and
slickness of his tongue felt so good and I was so horny for him, that
suddenly my cock blasted and my spunk exploded into his mouth. Casper
started coughing and spitting it out.

"Fuck, shit! You almost killed me, asshole!" - he shouted when he was able
to speak again.

"If I can say something for myself, it was because I'm so hot for you." - I
know I should have a bit more sympathy for him, but he looked so cute with
angry expression and a trail of my cum running down from the corner of his
mouth.

"You better make it up to me, mister! Get to the sucking."

What could I do but obey him? I grabbed his bum, sliding my middle finger
in his crack and pulled his dick inside my mouth. His pubic mound and balls
were smooth with just a bit of hair over the base of his dick, so he either
shaved it or Nick exaggerated his hairiness. Either way, my chin was soon
touching his pubes, while Casper whistled in appreciation. His cockhead
felt like a plum stuck in my throat. A very hot, salty, throbbing plum.

He moaned as I started going to and fro. I felt his slender fingers wrap
around my shaft and as he stroked it, bringing it back to hardness. This
time he wasn't so greedy. He licked around the head, which felt great, and
kissed down the shaft until he reached my balls. That's where the sucking
resumed and it almost drove me crazy! To express my gratitude I was sucking
and slurping on his head. By now his crack became all sweaty, so my finger
slipped inside him. I made sure to find his prostate. When I rubbed it, he
clenched his buttcheeks and his dick throbbed in my mouth. I felt his
tongue lick my whole lenght and his lips wrap around my dickhead. He let it
slide inside and when my glans touched his soft palate, I felt my orgasm
build up. By now I knew better than to just spurt in his mouth without a
word of warning.

"Hey dude, jiz alert!"

He looked at me from the corner of his eye and just shrugged his shoulders.

`Attaboy' - I thought to myself and when he moved a bit back on my cock, I
released my cum. After the last spurt I turned on my back and enjoyed the
afterglow. I felt Casper moving around and soon saw his handsome face
hovering over mine. Knowing what he had in mind, I pulled his head to mine
and we swapped my cum as we kissed.

"You're quicker than Quicksilver, man." - he commented when our lips
parted.

"That's because I really enjoy spending time with you!" - I replied, but
that was only half of the truth. I was also scared that someone might walk
in on us or hear us moaning. The stress affected my durability.

"Then I guess the main event is on my shoulders. - sighed Casper and
immediately gave me a sly smile - get on all fours and you'll enjoy being
with me even more!"

We've never decided on who was to be the bottom. I guess even though he
appeared so different from how I imagined him, I still believed there was
at least a part of him that was innocent and hesitant about what we were to
do. However, with my knees and fists pressed into the mattress and three of
his fingers shoved up my butt up to the knuckles, I guess I was proven
wrong. And don't get me wrong, when he grabbed my shoulders, and his dick
plunged inside me, I groaned in genuine pleasure. Casper went balls deep
and kept his pelvis pressed to my asscheeks for a few moments for us both
to adjust to new feelings.

"Mmm, you're not taking it up the ass very often, huh?"

"I wonder how do you know that" - I growled sarcastically.

"Because you're so fucking tight, I can barely move!"

He was exaggerating of course, as soon he strengthened his grip on my
shoulders and started plowing. He didn't bother to go slow at first. He
just started slamming in and out. His dick was long enough to rub my
prostate and make it enjoyable, so I didn't really complain. Instead I was
much more focused on clenching my fist on the pillow and biting it to
channel the overwhelming waves of pleasure that were hitting my brain with
each thrust he made.

"Huh, oh God, I wish I could go deeper!" - he gasped and put even more
force in his pistoning, so I had no choice but to lay flat on my stomach
and continue taking his dick in that position.

"Uh, that feels even better!"

"Casper, you feel the best!" - I admitted.

He laid flat on top of me, giving me the pleasure of feeling his sweaty,
trembling chest on my skin. He licked and kissed my neck and even bit my
ear once or twice. I knew he was getting close when he started getting more
vocal and each time he was inside, he stayed there for a second or two as
if he wanted to emphasize each move he made. Few more thrusts and with a
low moan he unloaded his seed deep inside me.



He rolled off me and we hugged (as there was so little space on the bed),
trying to catch our breath after such a powerful session. After a moment, I
started stroking his hair lightly and planting little kisses on top of his
head. I was pleased when he smiled and hugged me even tighter.

"I love cuddly guys like you." - he said softly.

"Should I be jealous?" - I chuckled.

"Not really. We're not boyfriends or anything, right?"

"Can I count on another time even though I'm not your boyfriend?"

"Yeah, I like it with you. There aren't that many guys so easy to
dominate."

"Should I take it as a compliment? Or are you just complaining about being
a fucktoy all the time?"

Casper turned and looked at me with frowned eyebrows. I couldn't contain a
laughter as he looked even cuter than usual.

"For your information asswipe, you would be surprised how many guys at the
park are starving for my cock!"

"Oh believe me, I wouldn't believe if you'd say you're not getting any
attention! But aren't you afraid that someone might expose you?"

"That's like half of the fun, the risk of getting caught."

"Then I hope this session is not too boring for you?" - I asked and spanked
his jiggly butt.

"I don't know - Casper smiled at me devilishly - there isn't too much
action to be honest."

"We can have some fun if you get in the position."

"Me getting in the position? Are you fucking kidding me?"

"I'm not kidding you, just fucking."

It took Casper a second to realise he set this trap for himself. Still he
laughed it off and rubbed my arm.

"That is a good one Chris. I might let you fuck me after all. So, what
position did you have in mind?"

"Hm, why don't you sit on your heels. That way I can both have your cute
butt to fuck and those adorable lips to kiss..."

"Thanks for the explanation." - chuckled Casper, but did as I
requested. When he pushed out his butt at me, it looked even better than
ever, plus it had a red hand mark from my earlier slap. It looked like a
splash of raspberry syrup on two perfect scoops of vanilla ice cream. I had
to crawl up to him and taste it!

When he felt my tongue on his pucker, he actually squealed. I hoped that it
would prove to him that sometimes safety and discretion were far more
exciting than haste and risk. I pushed his butt forward to get better
access and really went to work. I pressed my face into his crack and fucked
him with my tongue, while my stubble gently scratched his cheeks. Casper
dug his fingers into a duvet and breathed heavily as I feasted on his
lovely jelly butt. My hand traveled south, tickling his scrotum and
reaching his balls.

"Oh, oh, that feels sooo good! Make me cum, please!"

That was something I didn't expect, but loved to hear! Without further
prompting, I grabbed his shaft and started stroking it in time with thrusts
my tongue made inside of him. Casper must have really enjoyed it, because
after just few minutes the muscles on his thighs tensed up, his cock
throbbed and my hand was splashed with his hot spunk.

I probably should have given him at least a moment to recover, but I was
too horny for it. I grabbed his hips and straightened him up a bit
forcefully, so he was kind of leaning into my chest and my dick was exactly
in his crack. I used my right hand to guide my cock inside him while I
stuck my cum coated fingers and let him suck it off of them. One thing I
haven't seen coming, was him trying to clench his teeth when I finally
penetrated him. When I tried to pull out my fingers, he growled and started
pulling them in the opposite direction. I chuckled and I pushed all the way
inside him. This made him gasp and open his mouth widely. I moved my wet
fingers to stroke his nipple and put my tongue in his mouth. Luckily he
didn't try to bite down on it. Instead, as I plowed him, he gave me some of
the most lustful and exciting kisses of my life.

Still this wasn't enough for me. With some effort on both parts I spun him
around and sat on the edge of bed. Casper wrapped his arms and legs around
me and I pressed him to me by grabbing a two handfuls of his butt. I was
lifting and dropping him on my dick as we kissed and his hard prick was
rubbing between our sweaty bodies.

"Chris, I'm so close, but I don't want this to ever stop." He gasped into
my mouth when his butt once again landed on my thighs as I impaled him on
my entire length.

"Just tell me when you're home alone again."

"Are you fucking kidding me? After this I'm ready to throw my parents the
fuck out of this flat!" - he replied and we just couldn't stop
laughing. And that's how we got to the grand finale with two fireworks of
cum to celebrate it.

"That was a fuck of a lifetime, dude! - he informed me - Hope I lived up to
your imagination."

"Not really. - I made a pause until he gave me a hilarious `what the fuck?'
expression - It was beyond my fucking imagination!" - I shouted out and
grabbed his arms. Casper tried to face away from me and started giggling
like a little kid when I started scratching my stubble against his neck and
shoulders. We started a playful fistfight and trashed around a bit on his
narrow bed. Then he claimed his victory by laying flat on my back. I would
love to stay there forever, but it was impossible. I reached for my pants
and took out my phone. Before I was able to check it, Casper filched it out
of my hand.

"Hey fucko, give it back!" - I whined. He didn't obey obviously. Instead he
sat up and started going through it.

"Oh, you have a text, Chris. - he announced in an overly excited tone -
It's from Andy and it says `Are you picking up Bjorn or what?' Should I
reply that you're to busy fucking a fifteen year old?"

"Be my guest. He's one of us."

Casper didn't react for a few seconds, and although I haven't looked around
it's my guess that his jaw dropped for a moment.

"Chris, you slut! Is there at least one kid in this town that you haven't
fucked?"

"Sadly, there are still many boypussies to open. Plus the ones I have to
service on regular basis."

He gave me back my phone and it had his number on the contact list. My
heart melted when I noticed a `kiss' emoji next to his name.

"It's just so you know that this was real. And remember to sign me up for
that regular servicing" - he whispered and kissed my cheek. I dropped the
phone, took him in my arms and decided to make sure if he was made of flesh
for just one more time before I had to go.



You know, you can never be too sure!



THE END