The Hunt for the Boy
People with an unbalanced psyche (not Caucasian!), better not read!
Never thought I'd write something like this.
Black humor. In places.
— So, this story happened in a big city...
— A big one? How big?
— Over a million
— And what city? You know, how stories start: "In the city of N-sk... etc., etc."
— C-sk
— C-sk?
— C-sk
— There is no such city in the vast expanses of the Great Russian Empire
— T-sk
— That one doesn't exist either!
— Listen, what difference does it make to you?
— Come on, Lyokha! Why are you getting all worked up? Let's go, for Victory!
They
knocked back a hundred grams of real Scottish whiskey each...Why aren't you smiling?
Oh, come on!
Flattered.
Very.
I read from the end. And, if from the end, nothing makes sense, then... but if everything is clear from the end, then...
***
She liked boys.
Inexperienced ones.
Boys excited her.
Shy ones.
She wanted a boy!
A naive one. A timid one. Ready to fall in love with a hag!
Just as long as she gave it!
She watched boys, teenagers, young men for a long time. She listened to their chatter. She met them on websites. Introducing herself as a boy, of course!
And she studied the boy perfectly!
And she went out to hunt!
And she made a mistake.
No! He was caught, inexperienced in love. No! But he was not a boy.
She played her role, with a simulated orgasm.
Agreed to a date...
And didn't show up!
She went out into the city to hunt when the sun was setting. She got on a bus, choosing a long route...
Stop!
A bus? The city? Couldn't she have met a boy on a website?
I'll answer you.
What excites a hunter is the savannah, the prairies, the taiga. What excites a hunter is the wild nature, where he is, one on one, with the beast. With a wild beast!
The boy (!) was her wild beast.
The city — the savannah!
She looked at herself in the mirror — Good!
No, not a beauty.
And, if you thought about it, not an ugly duckling.
But men, and teenagers, and boys (!) forgot what they were just talking about with their friend, their girlfriend, their woman, upon seeing her!
She touched her pubis and smoothed her hair, flattened by her panties. She ruffled them, and they straightened, but not completely. They curled, and through the curls, lips were visible.
Shameful lips!
She liked it exactly like that: shameful!
In these moments, she only regretted one thing: that she was not a girl. That she lost her virginity not with a boy...
Oooo!
She closed her eyes, imagining how it could have happened between two inexperienced, timid, and naive lovers.
She looked in the mirror and, placing her palms on her breasts, gently traced them, spreading her fingers, skirting the nipples.
She slightly opened her mouth and teased him (the imaginary boy) with the tip of her pink tongue.
She bent over, spreading her legs and sticking out her butt. And looked back. And smiled, licking her lips. And leaning her hands on her knees, she moved her butt: left-right, down-up. Described a figure-eight trajectory with her butt.
Or infinity?
Probably, she was riding the wrong route. Or going out at the wrong time.
There was no boy!
There were tired men. From their shift. Falling asleep, holding onto the handrails.
There were women, worn out by household chores.
There were serious evening students, discussing an upcoming test in electrical engineering or the approaching holiday and weekend.
There was no boy!
She changed her route and started going out a little later. The bus became a little more crowded: those going to their shift were added. Or vice versa? Because these, the added ones, also slept, holding onto the handrails.
And one day she recognized him!
The boy!
Her boy!
He stood on the front platform, behind a young woman, and pressed his crotch against her butt!
Even she blushed with shame!
It was conspicuous! It was noti... She looked around. No one was looking at the boy, pressing his erect cock against the woman's butt!
"You're a psychologist, my good one!" — she praised, and smiled — "Now you're mine! Now you're my boy!
He was wearing a black coat, fastened with the top two buttons.
She had on an inconspicuous demi-season coat, horn-rimmed glasses, and a colorful scarf with fringe.
Vika smiled when, standing in front of the mirror, she looked at herself. She gathered her hair and fastened it with a clip, and hid it under the scarf. And no one looked back at this woman anymore as she walked to the bus stop.
She took off the scarf, letting her hair fall over her shoulders, replaced the glasses with tinted ones, and stood up.
Holding onto the handrail and swaying, she walked to the front platform and, bumping her shoulder slightly, stopped nearby.
After one stop, he, leaning back and shifting, stood behind her back and...
His cock was pressing against her butt!
That's how they rode to the final stop!
It was already getting dark outside.
She waited and watched as he would get off
He got off, with his hands in his coat pockets, slightly pushing it forward.
Looked around.
Vika smiled: if you didn't know what this young man had just been doing on the bus... Well, he put his hands in his pockets. Well, his coat is slightly pushed out.
— Hi!
He glanced at Vika and turned away.
She walked around him and smiled at him — Hi!
— What do you want?
— You, just now, on the bus, were rubbing against me!
— Fuck off! — he looked straight into her eyes, turned around, and left.
— "Silly!" — She smiled — "If only you knew that I only dream about that! Only about that and only with you!".
She rode this route every day, in the evening, at the same time.
He appeared after eight days.
Of course, he didn't recognize her.
Exactly the same as the first time... He stood on the front platform, behind a young woman, and pressed his crotch against her butt!
It was conspicuous, and Vika blushed again, and looked around again.
— "Am I the only horny one?!"
No one was looking at the man, pressing himself, in a not very crowded bus, against a young, pretty girl.
Even the girl didn't move away, didn't step aside, didn't turn around!
Vika took off the scarf, letting her hair fall over her shoulders, replaced the glasses with tinted ones, and stood up.
Holding onto the handrail and swaying, she walked to the front platform and, bumping her shoulder slightly, stopped nearby.
After one stop, he, leaning back and shifting, stood behind her back and...
His cock was pressing against her butt!
Vika froze, enjoying the moment, took off her glasses and turned her head — What's your name?
— Roma! — he answered and recognized her.
"Something was happening to the girl: her eyes became misty, her chest rose several times, as if she was short of air."
— Roma, — she spoke quietly and only he could hear — why are you afraid of me? I just want to get to know you. I like you. Which stop do you get off at? To the final one?
Roma was silent.
— I'll step away now and everyone will see! — she glanced down — You won't have time to hide it!
He flushed — Don't!
— Then hide it and we get off. Are we getting off?
— Yes
— Are you ready? Hid it?
They got off.
— Vika! — she smiled at him — Which way are you going?
He shook his head
— Then let's go. Me too.
They crossed the street at the traffic light and immediately the number 31 bus approached.
He by the window.
She experienced her first orgasm when he got scared — "Roma!"
A hot wave splashed from the lower abdomen to the chest... — "Nno! No! One more time and she'll rape him right here! Pinning him in the aisle!".
Vika turned away
"Something was happening with the girl
again and he didn't miss it."
— My stop. Will you walk me?
They got off.
— Do you work? Or study?
— I work.
— And where?
— As a loader
Vika giggled — If you said, an actor, I would believe you. Without hesitation!
— The master's will — he muttered — Believe it or not!
— How old are you? Let me guess! — Vika glanced at him from the side, smiled — Don't try to look older. I like boys. Twenty-seven!
He smirked — Yes.
— Whaat?! Reaally?!
Roma shook his head.
— To be honest, I deliberately overestimated, so as not to embarrass you. You look twenty-three, even younger. Served in the army...
— Seven years ago
— And still a boy?!
He got embarrassed again
— Never been kissed... — she noticed his lips twitch, like: "And you missed," and finished with a vulgarity — below the belt!
And immediately felt ashamed and sorry for him — Sorry! Roma, sorry! I can sometimes be like that, rude, even cynical... then I feel disgusted with myself
He smiled — Yes! It's not the first time I've been caught. Gullible
Vika, from his tone, from his words, from his look, almost came!
She stopped, took out a pack of Maxim Red Classic from her purse, pulled out a cigarette with trembling fingers — Roma! — she shoved money at him — Buy milk and bread, and candy, chocolate ones. To your taste. I'll have a smoke. Buy a bag!
When he came out with a bag in his hand, Vika almost burst into tears: so domestic, so dear, so... so... from the lower abdomen...
Vika turned away.
He touched her — Shall we go?
Vika took him by the arm, and they went.
— Here's my house! Will you come in?
He was silent, as if hesitating.
— I'm alone. In a one-room apartment. Third floor. Will you come in?
He smiled — I'll risk it!
***
Three days earlier
Andrey locked himself in. Returned to the room. Lay down on the cot and started watching TV.
Half an hour passed.
He got up, put on his coat, went outside.
Locked the door, looked around, and walked.
Approaching the kiosk at the bus stop, he knocked on the glass with his knuckles.
The shutter slid open.
— Three condoms. Large size — and handed over a hundred-ruble note.
Returned. Stood. Went in and locked himself in.
Took off and hung up his coat. Turned off the TV sound.
In the ensuing silence, the characteristic crackling of a capacitor in one of the ceiling lamps was clearly audible.
He left the room and walked to the chamber.
Turned on the light, went inside, and closed the door.
Went to the sink, squatted, and, unscrewing the union nut, pulled the end of the corrugated hose out of the siphon pipe.
Went to the table and pulled off the sheet.
It seemed the girl had fallen asleep.
Andrey admired the elegance of her forms and even the scar under her left breast suited her.
He undressed, rolled one condom onto his hardening cock and a second one on top.
Spread the girl's legs and lay on her.
Hot and alive, came into contact with the cold corpse.
The contrast caused wild excitement!
He shifted, lifting himself, and thrusting his cock into the