Date: Tue, 15 Mar 2016 20:07:28
From: charlie.fenderson <charlie.fenderson@o2.pl>
Subject: Railroad Don Juan

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: This is my first shot at adult/youth story. It's rather
simple in comparison with my other works, but I still would love to know
what you guys think, so send me your feedback and thoughts on the story;
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Railroad Don Juan


A commuter train I was riding everyday to and from university has made
another stop. This time thankfully it was on the station, and not in the
middle of nowhere as it often happened. The automatic door opened with an
unpleasant hissing and the crowd of people entered. It was almost rush
hours, so a lot of seats were taken, but few fastest people had managed to
reach the remaining places and continue their journey home in a relatively
convenient manner.  I guess there is no way to tell when exactly the love
will struck you. And unfortunately in most cases there is nothing you can
do about it. I mean, I've been living in this damn world for twenty one
years and not even once a hot guy bumped into me on the school
corridor. Not once a school bully confessed his deeply love love for
me. And my two brothers, who were two years younger than me, were
definitely more into being annoying little shits than into incest. So at
that point I had that much established. Nifty is full of shit. Who knew,
that on this rainy Wednesday, I would be proven wrong? It was exactly
then. When I was squeezed between the mother of two screaming toddlers and
a businessman who was speaking loudly on his phone, I fell madly in love.

The boy that has stolen my attention sat across from me, beating some old
lady to the last free seat. This savagery was actually the reason why I
looked up from my phone. My intention was to give him a reproachful look,
but instead I looked over him, keeping my jaw shut by sheer strength of
will. He was at least three years younger than me and had the purest,
lightest complexion I have ever seen with only a touch of rosy cheeks,
obviously from the cold weather outside. His eyes were navy blue and
somewhat sad. The gentle arches of his eyebrows, gave him an innocent look
that contrasted with his outrageous behaviour from the moment before. His
nose was small, upturned and cute. His lips were thin, but their coral
complexion caused them to clearly stand out from the rest of his face. He
was wearing a white winter jacket with a hood covering the back of his
head, so that the hem of blue beanie was visible. While glancing at his
forehead, I noticed a short fringe of golden hair standing up from beneath
his skullcap. After taking few deep breaths, he took out a thin book from
his backpack. By making an acrobatic move with my head, I noticed that it
was `Heart of Darkness' by Joseph Conrad. He opened it somewhere in three
quarters and started reading. I sighed and looked back at my phone. The
show was clearly over.

For the next ten minutes I was involved in my usual activity after meeting
a hot guy in public, namely regretting that I'm too much of a coward to
just start a conversation even though he was sitting just two meters across
from me. And even if that wasn't the case, the seats beside him were
taken. And even if that wasn't the case, there was nothing I could talk to
him about. I mean there was only a slight chance that he wasn't reading
that book for school. If I asked him if he liked it, he would just laugh at
me and go back to reading. Or worse, he would sigh, stand up and walk away,
leaving me sitting there like an idiot with all those people staring at me.


As we were about twenty minutes away from the train's destination, the
compartment I was sitting in was more and more empty. Finally there was
only me, my ivory boy and two or three older people sitting nearby. I bit
my lip and clenched my fist. It was now or never. I could either take my
chances and risk rejection (with minimal witnesses, thank God), or feel
miserable for the rest of the day. Deciding on a former, I stood up and
taken a seat on his side. He raised his head in surprise and gave me a
sheepish smile which I returned, not knowing what the fuck to do next.
"So... do you like this book?" - I spat out, simultaneously wanting to hit
a wall of the compartment with my head, three times at least.  "Actually I
do. It's like the first set book I have ever enjoyed. - he replied - Did
you like it?"  "Not much to be honest. I preferred `Apocalypse Now', you
know, the adaptation."  He clamped his lips and nodded his head. Then he
went back to reading. At this point it wasn't even awkwardness that I
felt. It was complete and utter absurd. I decided to go with it.  "I
noticed you when you beat that old lady to her seat. You've got some crazy
reflexes."  The boy looked up at me again. although this time his forehead
was frowned.  "Look dude, do you have some kind of problem with me? I don't
know who you are, so why don't you cut to the chase and tell me what you
want from me?"  "I-I just thought you were-you seemed... - nice?
Interesting? What could I say to not seem suspicious? - I thought you were
someone I know. But when I realised my mistake, I was already sitting next
to you, so I figured, what the hell, right?"  Surprisingly his expression
softened, he even smiled to me!  "Wow! It's just like in the old times! My
grandpa always complains that young people don't talk to each other
anymore. And guess who's wrong!"  "But isn't it true in general though?
With the phones and Internet we can stick to our friends, instead of making
new ones. " "Yeah, people don't even know how to introduce themselves
properly anymore." - he replied with a sly grin.  "Oh, sorry. My name is
Chris."  "Nice to meet you dude, my name is Casper."  "Like a friendly
ghost?" - I chuckled.  "Right now I'm still a friendly human." - he smiled
back at me.  "You're still awfully pale. What kind of foundation do you
use?"  "What, do you need a stylist advice? You look good as it
is. Especially with that beard." - he replied dead-serious. I couldn't get
my mind around him. I was just kidding and still managed to hit the
spot. That is, if he was telling the truth.  "It's more like a goatee. I
just grew it. But thanks anyway."  "It still makes me jealous. I look like
a fudging baby." - he replied. It was funny to hear him cursing that
way. On the other hand he seemed so delicate and sublime that it sort of
fit his image.  "You see, Casper, that's not cool to think like this. Even
growing three beards won't make you feel that you look good unless you
accept the way you look like now. " "I'm nothing special." - he looked at
me and I saw in his eyes the hope that I won't concur. I wondered if he was
just really weird or maybe the miracle occurred and I really stumbled on
gay guy.  "Well, let's start with your skin. It's spotless and white as
ivory. It's just perfect. That was the first thing I noticed about you."  I
doubt if I've ever seen the deeper shade of red on someone's cheeks.
"A-and what was the second thing?"  "Your dark blue eyes. No, don't turn
them away, let me look at them! - I giggled as he straightened up, turned
his face directly at me and goggled at me - Oh right, that's better."  When
he realised, that I was making fun of him, he puffed his cheeks and rolled
his eyes.  "I like you dude, but you're such a dummy."  "No, seriously, you
have wonderful eyes. Besides, it just takes a look in the mirror or asking
a girl to see that I'm not the one thinking that." - I said, placing my
hand on his shoulder. Not only he didn't move away, he just looked over it
briefly and smiled at me.  "I look like most of the guys in my grade -
Casper shrugged his shoulders slightly - And I'm not really into... hanging
out with girls.  A guy his age that doesn't hang out with girls? He sure
had my attention before. But now I was curious! Unfortunately for me the
train has stopped at our station and it was time to go home and bid
goodbyes to Casper.

We were standing on the platform facing each other, neither willing to
leave. Millions of thoughts were going through my head. Will I see him
again? And if that happens will he talk to me or just ignore me? Should I
shake his hand, turn around and never look back? Or maybe I should do
something to take this one step further?  "It was fun to ride that train
with you... Do you do that often?" - I finally managed to say.  "Yeah, kind
of everyday dude." - he replied and we both laughed.  "It would be nice to
see more of you... soon."  I realized how he could interpret it just as the
words left my mouth. We both turned deep red.  "Y-you can see more in a
moment. I live j-just by the station. And no one's home until 8PM."  I was
petrified. Was it really happening? Did this guy just offer me to go to his
place and... no, this had to be some sort of misunderstanding. In this
world you don't just bump into guy, talk to him for twenty minutes and get
an offer to... God, I couldn't even think of it in terms of being real! And
yet, without saying (or thinking) big words, I decided to seize the
opportunity. There was just one question I had to ask before agreeing. The
last straw for a sinking man.  "Casper, I'm twenty one. Are you sure you
want to invite a guy three years older to your place?"  "Actually you're
six years older. But I still wanna do it."  What the fuck did he mean, by
me being six years older?! Didn't he hear me, or was he really 15 years
old? Technically it wasn't a problem, since in Poland fifteen years of age
is legal age of consent, but it was still frowned upon by society. If
anyone found out about me having... doing it with a fifteen years old boy,
I would be done for.  "Let's take a walk for now." - I uttered and let him
lead me away from the platform.  "You know, I noticed you before. I
wouldn't say what I said to you to just any guy."  "Oh? And what makes me
so special?"  "Checking out other guys my age when you thought no one is
looking at you."  "So someone was looking." - I chuckled sheepishly.
"Dude, if only you could see yourself, you are so obvious."  "Thanks
`dude'. But if your gaydar is so strong then why didn't you say something
before?"  "You wouldn't trust me obviously. And I like being conquered."
"You have conquered me long before I spoke to you, so to be honest I didn't
have much choice." - I smiled at him.  "So I imagine you wanna come
upstairs?" - he asked pointing with his finger to a semi detached house we
were standing by. It looked expensive. I felt a hesitation again.  "Casper,
we don't have to do this. Maybe we should just be friends until you're a
bit older? You know, take it nice and slow?" - I couldn't believe I was
asking his opinion instead of just deciding for myself.  "It's your call,
dude. You can still come in and have a soda with me."  "I...guess that much
is fine." - I agreed and followed him through the gate and to the building.

The little devil knew exactly what he was doing, when he offered me that
soda. Before we reached the door, we had to walk up the absurdly long set
of stairs. This unavoidably led to me staring at his mouthwatering bum. The
beige chinos he was wearing, gave the impression that he wasn't wearing
anything which added to my growing arousal.  By the time we were in the
front hall, my cock stood at the full attention. I undid the zipper of my
jacket and suddenly I was pressing his back to mine, to let him feel the
muscles on my chest and stomach. They are pretty ripped so he must have
felt it even through two layers of clothing.  "Dude, what about that soda?"
- Casper sighed.  "I have another thirst to quench."  "Finally." - he
chuckled and leant his head on my shoulder, which gave me access to his
sweet lips. I bumped his nose with mine and kissed him gently, while
unzipping his jacket and taking it off. I took off his beanie and ruffled
Casper's golden hair, which elicited a soft moan out of his mouth. When
both our jackets were on the floor, I turned him around, picked him up and
asked: "Which room do you suggest?"  "My room, you perv. Take me to my room
and plow me in my bed."  Even without him pointing out, I would recognize
it. There was a desk with lamp, laptop and stack of handbooks on top. The
bookcase was filled with fantasy books, mangas and cd cases representing
mainly games that debuted at most two years ago. The wall over his bed,
towards which we were headed, was plastered with posters of anime series
like Blue Exorcist, Attack on Titan and Kill la Kill. There was also a
bunch of action figures on the shelf attached to the wall. I could only
imagine how much money and effort it took to acquire such impressive
collection. And to think I was so proud of my five Star Wars themed
t-shirts...

Disregarding the fact of our financial inequality, I reached the bed and
thrown him on the covers. He gasped in surprise, but was smiling as he
picked himself up and started fiddling with my belt. To my amazement we
both still had our boots on and we left a trace of wet spots on the
carpet. His feet were so much smaller than mine...

On the other hand, his mouth was spacious enough to accommodate each of my
seven inches. I turned my head in his direction to witness this wonder. Was
he by chance experienced, or did some banas get used in an improper way?
Either way he did wonderful job, bobbing his head back and fro on my
dick. He even managed to multitask and unbutton his blue checked shirt,
while swirling his tongue around the head, and show me his yet undeveloped
but very sexy chest. I noticed two bright coral nipples that I wanted to
get to know better soon. But for a moment I fixed my eyes with his and
caressed his cheek that was puffing up and flattening rhythmically. I
smiled and bit my lips to show him how good he was making me feel. He
smiled at me with cock still in his mouth which gave me a concept of how
stretched his lips were.  I was desperate to find out if his butt was as
adaptable, so I pulled out my cock and got down on my knees. As I was
unbuttoning his trousers, he dug his fingers in my curly brown hair and
kissed me deep. He didn't know what to do with his tongue at first, but I
was more than willing to teach him. Although his fly was undone, I kept on
kissing him. He tasted sweet like cherry cola and savoury like pepper
crisps. My hand traveled up his torso as I marveled at perfect softness of
his skin. I doubt if he even shaved yet, because when I was kissing his
cheek and neck I didn't feel any stubble. Then I moved on to his chest. It
was already hot and bedewed with sweat. His niplles were hard and tasted
salty. When I bit one of them he gasped loudly, jumped up and gave me swat
on the shoulder.  "What?" - I asked, chuckling.  "I almost screamed, you
butthead! What if neighbours next door will hear us?!"  "Oh sorry, I didn't
know you were such a delicate flower." - I continued to mock him.  "You
know, if you're gonna be such a son of a biscuit, I'm gonna have to put up
some music" - he announced and half naked walked up to his laptop. While he
was turning it on, I ran to the backpacks we left in the front hall and
took out a condom from my wallet.  By the time I came back I was completely
soft, but my cock turned back into stone when I saw Casper. Gainsbourg's
"Je t'aime, moi non plus" played in the background as he was laying on his
bed naked with one hand supporting the back of his head and the other
playing lazily with his half hard cock, his eyes half closed. I tiptoed in
his direction and kneeled between his outstretched legs. He was probably
just pretending to not notice my presence, as he was visibly containing a
giggle, but it didn't stop me from moving my face closer and blowing on his
cock. His purring encouraged me to lick his balls and shaft with just the
tip of my tongue. Despite he already had a patch of pubes over his cock,
his balls were still spotless. After sucking on them for a moment, I urged
him: "Roll over, I want another taste of you."  He laughed shortly, but
complied, and believe me, there is nothing as beautiful than Casper
kneeling on his bed, with face pressed to covers and his round bubble butt
in the air. The nice addition was his cock and balls hanging down all hard
and mine for licking. Still, I began with his feet. I run my tongue on the
bottom of his toes and then started tasting soles. He was squirming and
laughing, so I slapped his ass to pacify him. Oh how it jiggled, oh how it
flushed. After slobbering left foot, I began lickiing right one. Don't get
me wrong, it didn't smell or taste nice, and I don't have foot fetish. But
Casper was a kind of the boy you wanted to devour, taste, carve into your
mind and heart after just one glance. After licking the inside of his
thighs and slapping his shapely butt three more times, just for the thrill
of seeing it bouncing, I licked his cock and balls once more, just to tease
him. Only then I was ready to seize main prize, spread his ass cheeks and
dip my tongue in his rosebud. He moaned like never before. Not too loudly,
but deeply and lustfully. He clenched his fists on the covers and sort of
twerked as if to get me to bury my tongue even deeper inside him. I
rewarded him by pulling on his dick dozen of times and asked: "Do `hou
`laih it?"  "Ohhh, your beard... gives me tickles... in all the right
places!" - he answered, panting.  Soon, to my disappointment, my jaw
started aching, so I had to stop. I placed a sloppy kiss with a lot of
tongue in his balls and use my both hands to slap his butt a couple times
more. Then I stood up, and propped my left food at the edge of the bed. I
grabbed the condom and ripped the package open with my teeth. Once my cock
was ready for action, I place the head at his hole and maybe too eagerly,
went inside in one thrust.

Casper gasped loudly, straightened his arms and back and almost jumped
away. I held his hips firmly in place, but didn't dare to move my cock an
inch.  "What happened to `nice and slow', you barstool?" - he asked me
angrily. Barely containing my laughter and trying to sound as sincere as
possible, I replied: "Sorry, you're just so hot and hard to resist. Let me
know, when you're ready to go on."  I lightly massaged his milky white back
to help him relax and tried to not go mad over how tight he was. Even
without moving, Casper's anal muscles were working wonders on my throbbing
cock. The boy was still panting hard and struggling, so I decided to help
him by spitting on my hand and stroking his cock. After two minutes of
tugging on a soft member, it started responding and Casper started moaning
softly with each motion of my hand.  "Okay dude, go ahead, but this time
gimme some kindness."  At first I started to gently rock my hips, to create
only a slightest friction. And even this almost caused me to overload with
pleasure. I grunted, and started scratching his back and sides. Once he
started bouncing back and meeting my thrusts, I bent down, squeezed his
chest with my arms and started plunging harder. I nibbled at his earlobe
and squeezed his nipple once or twice, just to get a nice squeal out of his
coral lips.

My legs hurt and I felt that I was unavoidably closing to climax, so I
stopped and pulled out. Then I asked Casper to move aside and laid back on
the bed.  "Ride me, cowboy!"  "Heck yeah!" - he exclaimed and kneeled over
me. Then he grabbed my cock with his soft hand and guided it back to his
sweet warm hole, and started to rock on it cautiously. He was simply
gorgeous, from his strong thighs, through his six inch long penis, flat
belly and heaving chest, up to his gaping mouth, dilated nostrils, flushed
cheeks, hazed eyes and golden hair. As he picked up his pace, I licked my
palm and started stroking his dick. He leaned back and closed his eyes,
then squirted a volley of cum so powerful that it flew my body and hit the
center of my forehead, while squeezing with his anal muscles.  "Headshot!"
- Casper exclaimed and we both laughed like maniacs, music just barely
covering noise we made. Then he started to literally bounce on me, each
time slapping my balls with his buttcheeks. I was on the edge again.
"Baby, I'm so close... so close..." - I gasped.  "I got you, dude." - he
assured me and jumped off my dick, then he bent over it, with his mouth
open and started jacking it. I looked into his eyes and opened the
floodgates. Five sprays of cum landed on his nose, lips and tongue. He
swallowed with a glitzy gulp and smiled. I beckoned him with my finger. He
moved to me and laid back over me. Then we shared a deep, cum-flavored
kiss.  "Pinch me, because everything about you seems like a dream." - I
said, embracing him.  "Sorry, but it is."


"All change please. We look forward to have you on board again." -
announced robotic voice from the speakers. I trembled and woke up. `Casper'
looked up from the book, apparently as surprised by the announcement as I
was. Our eyes met for a split second and he sent me a goofy smile. Then he
thrown his book back into a backpack, stood up and left the train. I sighed
and did the same. I stood on the platform, and looked at his back, as he
was slowly walking away. I smiled faintly and went my own way. My smile
brightened as I decided to put my fantasy hook up on Nifty. Maybe at least
I'll get some feedback out of this?

The End.

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