"This is wrong." Kendall confessed, because he was currently being stripped naked by the man of his dreams. Freight Train was indeed a muscular man, and when he had his shirt off his buildup was finely toned and he was as magnificent as a unicorn. But, he was black, and Kendall was sure that unicorns didn't come in that color. Only white.
Freight Train sensed his soon-to-be lover's distress, then reached up a large, dark hand to Kendall's chin and forced the boy to look at him. "Is it?"
Freight Train did not wait for a reply, he only kissed Kendall's boyish, small lips when he was used to kissing boyish lips that were much larger. Such as his ex-boyfriend's lips, Tyrone.
That man-whore. Tyrone left him for a WOMAN.
Kendall shoved him away, hearing his thoughts. "NO! We cannot make love if you're thinking of Tyrone!" He declared, holding a hand to his bare chest dramatically, lower lip pouted out.
"I wasn't! You are my only true love!"
"Don't give me that, FffT!" Kendall said, using the clever nickname he had bestowed upon Freight Train. Just combine the F and the T. Makes sense.
Freight Train pressed his huge lips once again against Kendall's and the two ended up having rough man sex, in which the thingy goes in the things and they explode in a fiery passion.
Freight Train smiled after he seduced Kendall, the boy was asleep on the floor currently, while he was on his bed, curled up in the sheets. Kendall is a kinky boy, wanting to do it on the floor. Freight Train shrugged to no one in particular. He didn't care either way. He got what he wanted.
What no one knew about Freight Train, though, was that his romance with Kendall was short-lived. He only preyed on young boys' virginities and took them without so much as glancing back. He only wanted his innocence.
But what Freight Train didn't know, was that Kendall was already unpure from Gustavo. So he went home with AIDS, and died from them, never to take anyone else's virginity as long as he shall live. And he didn't live long.