Chapter 2

How was this possible? Stories weren’t supposed to come to life. More importantly, could he do it again? If he couldn’t, maybe it was just a coincidence after all. An unbelievable coincidence of not just one in a million, but one in a trillion, but still a lucky fluke. If things had happened because he wrote them first, which part in the process made them come to life? After all, his earlier masturbation fantasies had never come true. And what were the limits to this conversion of fiction to reality?

John’s head was a whirlwind of questions. First he needed to know how he had caused this. Or at least, what he needed to do to recreate it, if it was at all possible. John tried to think of a situation that was unlikely enough that it would more or less prove to him that if it did happen, the story he’d write about it actually caused it to happen. When he remembered the cute black pizza boy that delivered at his house two days earlier, an interesting idea came to him. An idea that wouldn’t put him too much at risk, but that would definitely get him a very nice result if it did become true.

First John tried to simply picture him with the pizza boy as he masturbated. That didn’t seem to have any effect the next two days. The first day some other guy delivered the pizza, the second day his pizza came with once more with the cute black boy, but he simply left again as soon as he got his tip. All John managed to get out their brief conversation was his name, Josh. It wasn’t really unexpected. If simply fantasizing about someone had been enough, he would have lost his virginity several years before his 19th birthday and his list of “conquests” would have been much longer.

Next he wrote a quick and simple story about Josh suggesting something else than money as a tip. John felt a little ridiculous for writing such an empty story, but this wasn’t an attempt to create a literary masterpiece. In the end it didn’t matter, as the next several days reality again remained unchanged. By now he had eaten as much pizza in the last few days as in the whole year before, and he had spent a considerable sum on said pizzas.

John began to think that he had just wasted his time with a silly idea. Maybe he had just gotten lucky with Ethan. He was a teen boy after all, and well, horny teens do what horny teens do without much regard for the consequences plenty of times. There was now only one more thing he could try. He searched for the AI-tool he used the first time and began rewriting the story. The difference with his original story was clear, as the AI helped him make it much more descriptive. When it was finished, he sat back and let out a deep breath. He couldn’t wait to see what would happen the next time Josh would come to deliver his pizza.

He didn’t have to wait for long. When he ordered another pizza the next night, Josh was the delivery boy again. He rang the doorbell just after John had finished taking a shower. John quickly wrapped a towel around his body to go and open the door.

“Pizza for Ryan?”

“Yes, thank you. Would you mind to step inside for a moment so I can close the door to go get your tip?”

As Josh walked into the small hall, he chuckled. “Seems like we always manage to catch you at a bad time.”

“How so?” John asked, puzzled.

“You’ve been ordering a lot of pizzas lately, and every time I’ve delivered here, you’re either ready to take a shower or just finishing one,” Josh explained, pointing at the towel around John’s waist.

It was true. Ever since his story involved him opening the door in just his towel, John had taken care to do exactly that. This experiment wouldn’t work if he deviated from the script himself. Only now he realized he might have been too careless about it.

“Oh, uh, yes, sorry,” he stammered.

“Don’t worry about it,” Josh said, flashing a seductive smile. “Actually ... I was kinda hoping you did it on purpose. To maybe offer ... a different kind of tip?”

It was difficult to read Josh at that moment. His words were very forward, but his demeanor was hesitant, bordering on shy even. John suspected it was something he would never do under normal circumstances, but he was somehow compelled by his story to make that suggestion. Josh’s words were enough to have extra blood flow to John’s cock. As his towel began tenting outward, a momentary thought about the difficult question of consent in this particular situation quickly disappeared again from his mind.

“Well, I think a good delivery boy like you deserves the kind of tip he prefers,” John recited the line he had himself speak in his story.

Josh’s expression changed into a sly grin in response and he reached out to touch John’s cock through his towel. The light rubbing of his cock had the combined effect of making his cock harder and undoing the loose knot of John’s towel. As his towel dropped to the floor, John was now standing fully naked in front of his cute 18 year old delivery boy. A boy that intended to make good use of his full access to John’s body.

Josh sank to his knees in front of him and gently took hold of his now bare cock. Both men looked on as he gave it a few slow strokes. It didn’t take much effort from Josh to bring John’s cock to its full 7 inch length. He smiled confidently up at John before leaning in to take the head of his cock into his mouth. As he started to suck on the head, John needed to lean back against the wall for support, thoroughly enjoying the warmth and wetness of Josh’s mouth.