Date: Mon, 27 Feb 2012 00:18:08 +0000
From: hydron0@hushmail.com
Subject: Instant Thrill part 2

Disclaimer:

This story is total fiction, it never happened; any similarities to people
in real life are purely coincidental. It will at some point depict sexual
acts between an adult (19) and a minor (12), so if you are offended by this
or if you are not legally allowed to read this story, please close this
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It was raining. The little drops splattered against my window, creating a
constant background noise that I found quite pleasant from inside my
comfortable warm bedroom, safe from the elements outside. Sunday was one of
my three days off, Monday and Tuesday being the others. The start of my
weekend if you like. I was lying on my bed, staring vacantly up at the
ceiling, thinking about yesterday and trying to figure out if I was
overestimating the importance of the whole thing. After all, how much can
you tell from just looks and innuendo? But then why ask for my name? After
about an hour of chasing my thoughts round in circles, I realised this
wasn't going anywhere and decided to try and take my mind of the whole
thing.  Reaching to switch on my pc, I was about to press the ON button
when I heard the distinctive beeping of my phone coming from the bundle of
clothes somewhere on the floor. Picking it up, I saw that I had received a
new message, simply reading:

 'Guess who?'

Damned if I knew. The optimistic part of my brain thought straight away of
Riley, but how on earth would he have got my phone number? Mystified, I
texted back,

'No idea. Who is this?' lying back down on my bed to await the answer.

'Heres a clue: we met yesterday. Do u remember?'

Well, that certainly narrowed it down. It had to be him. Hands trembling, I
responded:

'Riley? How did you get my number?'

'I facebook stalked you. Hope u dont mind. :P'

Aha, so that was why he had wanted my full name. Of course I didn't mind,
though I made a mental note to check my privacy settings. Just the thought
of him taking the time to look me up at all made me feel like the luckiest
guy alive. Feeling a bit braver, I decided to dispense with the texting and
just call the number. I needed to actually convince myself this was real
and it was truly him I was talking to. Grimacing, I pressed the call button
before I could talk myself out of it. Deep breaths. Upon hearing the phone
start to ring, my bravery quickly disappeared, and I almost hung up before
he could answer. Maybe I should just end this now. Nothing but bad could
come of it. What was I doing!? I should just-

"Hello?"

That voice.  Oh wow, was there any sexier sound in the world than a boy's
voice? Not to me there wasn't.  Realising after a few seconds I hadn't yet
spoken, I croaked out

"Hello."

Ok, not a great conversationalist I know, but now I knew it was really him
on the other end of the line, my mind just dried up. Luckily he didn't seem
to be affected in the same way.

"Tom? Hey, I'm so glad you called!" He was glad. Glad I'd called!

"Well. So am I."

A slight pause, and then in a soft voice he said

"So, you want to like, hang out or something?" Play it cool now, play it
cool.

 "Umm. Sure, that sounds good..."

 "Awesome." he said happily. I could hear him smiling through the phone, it
was so cute. When did he want to 'hang out' though? Was it.

"Wait, you mean today?"

"Yeah, I mean, that is if you want to?"

 Trying not to sound too eager, I replied

"Today is good.  Where do you want to, um, go?"

"You could come round to my place?  My mum won't be back till late."

This was all happening so fast; it felt like I was caught up in a whirlwind
which was pulling me along at breakneck speed, not giving me time to think
or slow down.  Before I knew it I had scribbled down his address, which
turned out to be about 15 minutes walk away, hastily pulling on my coat and
woolly hat, and was heading out the door telling my mum I was going "out
with friends".

 What was I going to say? "I'm just going out to meet an amazingly cute
twelve year old boy who seems to have the hots for me at his house! Back in
a few hours!" Yeah right.

As I made my way down the nearly deserted street, squinting through the
rain, I had to keep reminding myself that this was all real. In my head I
ran through all the possible upcoming scenarios, ranging from being led
away in handcuffs to earth shattering orgasms. I don't know which was more
likely. Though the more I thought of the simple facts, the more excited I
became. He had invited me round to his house. He had said no-one would be
there. He had to have something in mind, and I was pretty sure it wasn't
helping him with his homework. But I'd soon find out, I was on the right
street now.

His 'place' turned out to be the ground floor of a rundown looking
apartment block which loomed high ahead.  I identified the green coloured
door which I knew contained all my hopes and fears within, sending nervous
shivers down my spine as I approached.  I looked warily around to see if
anyone was watching.  Looked like it was all clear. Slowly, I raised my
hand and rang the doorbell, fighting off the urge to just run away. Not
that I would have got too far, as after only a few seconds it was flung
open and I was treated to the sight of Riley, dressed this time in a simple
t-shirt and jeans with white socks, but the same beautiful looks which
still managed to leave me gaping like an idiot.

"Hey. Come in out of the rain, quick!" he said, grabbing me by the arm.

Gratefully I stepped inside the hallway, looking on as he shut the door
behind him and locked it, before turning to me and smiling.

"You wanna come and see my room?"

Right then I would have followed him into a volcano. I could only nod my
head, returning his infectious smile. Taking my hand, he led me deeper into
his home. It looked pretty nice on the inside; the floor was covered in
fluffy carpet and everything was clean and organised like someone cared
about its appearance.

As Riley squeezed my fingers tightly it occurred to me that this was the
first time we had actually touched skin on skin, and I was already
hooked. His hand was soft, warm and I have to admit, caused the lump in my
pants to swell rapidly.  We soon reached his room, and I grudgingly
released his hand, looking around as he again shut and locked the door
behind him. Good to know he liked his privacy! His room was pretty tidy for
a boy his age, with the mandatory TV, desk with computer, and various
posters adorning the light blue wallpaper.  I noticed with a smirk all the
posters on his walls were of attractive looking guys from films and music,
with not one girl that I could see among them.

"You've got a cool room, Riley."

"Hey, thanks. Do you wanna sit down? Let me take your coat. You can take
your shoes off if you want. Would you like a drink?"

"Hehe, I'm all good, thanks. Where should I sit?" I asked, handing him my
coat which he hung on the peg by his door.

"Oh, just on the bed. Or, on the desk chair, if you want. Whatever." He
added, trying to appear like he didn't care but I could tell he did. It
almost seemed like he had rehearsed this whole sequence before. Grinning, I
sat down on the end of his bed, waiting to see what came next. He seemed in
a good mood, as he practically skipped across the room to join me sitting
on his bed, looking me straight in the eyes which as usual caused me to
blush and look down. I had to remind myself that I was the adult here! It
was him who should have been nervous, but it seemed like the usual age
roles didn't apply in our situation at all. Forcing myself to look back up,
I asked the question I still hadn't got round to mentioning.

"So um. How old are you?"

Oops, from the defensive look on his face that might not have been the
question he wanted to hear.

"Sixteen. You?"

I couldn't help letting out a loud snigger, which was met with a sharp
glare from Riley. He looked really cute when he was mad.

"There's NO way your sixteen dude. It's OK, I don't mind, really."

"Fine. I'm twelve. Happy?" he replied crossing his arms. Twelve was more
like it. My initial guess had been spot on.

 "Like I said, it really doesn't matter to me how old you are," I
lied. "You seem like a really cool guy." I deliberately avoided using a
phrase like 'kid' or 'little man', and I think he appreciated it. I really
didn't have much experience talking to boys his age, so it was hard to know
if I was saying the right things or not.

"Oh, and I'm nineteen." I added. I considered 'lowering' my age but decided
there was no point in lying about it- that would only create problems later
on.

After a moment's pause, he said softly

"You seem different though. From other people your age I mean. Like you saw
me as more than just some annoying kid. It was really cool."

That was true enough. I wondered how many other men or boys he had
attempted to engage with. I found it hard to believe anyone could not want
to spend time with this boy. But then I couldn't understand how people
didn't find boys attractive either. Each to their own I guess.

"You are more than just some kid. You're really special. I knew that from
the moment I saw you."

He liked that. His blue eyes lit up and he even let out a barely audible
little sigh. I have to admit I was being slightly distracted at that
point. As we were talking he was lightly bouncing on the bed, causing his
t-shirt to rise slightly and reveal a small area of creamy smooth skin and
just the top of his boxers. Guiltily, I looked back up at his face, but
that sexy smirk on his lips told me I had been caught again. I waited for
him to say something, hearth thumping. I think we both felt the tension in
the air, but I certainly didn't want to make the first move.

"So. Are you gay?" he asked eventually.

Shit. Well at least that was out in the open now.

"Um. Yeah. Yeah you could say that. But I kind of prefer younger guys. if
you know what I mean." Did he know what I meant? Surely me must have
realised I was one of those people everyone warned him about, yet he didn't
seem bothered in the slightest. What he said next emphasised that even
more.

"Do you like me?"

I was pretty sure he knew I did already, but I guess he just wanted to
reassure himself. Taking a deep breath and looking anywhere but his intense
gaze, I replied

"Yes. I like you. Very much."

His smile could have melted my heart a thousand times over. He moved closer
to me on the bed until I could count the little freckles on his nose.

"I like you too." He whispered.

I know, it's a cliche, but time really did seem to stand still. It felt
like all my years on earth were only designed to lead me to this moment,
his eyes closed in trusting anticipation of something he had never done
before, the smell of his recently shampooed hair, his pouty red lips slowly
moving through the air towards my own. And then we touched.