Date: Thu, 12 Jul 2012 02:36:44 +0000 From: hydron0@hushmail.com Subject: Instant Thrill part 4 Disclaimer: This story is total fiction, it never happened; any similarities to people in real life are purely coincidental. I don't endorse anything by writing this story; it is simply a fictional piece for artistic purposes. It depicts 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 page now. Again, apologies for the long wait! This is my first attempt at a story, so PLEASE write to me and tell me what you thought of the story or anything else you want to talk about - My email is hydron0hushmail.com Thanks :) The following few days seemed to just race by- the boring everyday blur of life, interrupted occasionally by a message or phone call from Riley, which pushed everything else into insignificance. Immediately after what had happened on Sunday I was feeling overwhelmed with guilt, like I had done something awful and gotten away with it. His constant messages of how much he had enjoyed 'it' and requests to meet up soon had gone some way to relieving that though. I still hadn't seen him at work since the first day we met, though I had seen his mother doing her shopping quite a few times. If only she knew how close we had been to seeing each other in very different circumstances! I was still shaken from that near death experience with HER, though he assured me everything was fine and his mum suspected nothing. Either way, the whole thing had been a huge wake up call for me, and I knew I would have to be a lot more careful going forward. Not that I was going to cut myself off from him or anything, though maybe that would have been the smartest thing to do. I had experienced such highs that day I knew I would never be the same. After my first taste of boy heaven I was already an addict, and I needed my fix. It was clear from Riley's texts he wanted to meet again, though when and where was a problem with his school and my work schedule. Plus it seemed like neither of our parents were ever going to leave the house, and he was going to visit family for the weekend on saturday apparently. Eventually we settled on meeting Friday evening, with a plan to go and get something to eat and then maybe see a movie afterwards. As part of my new safety conscious approach I had suggested a pizza place in a different part of town that was hopefully far enough away to avoid people we knew spotting us. Riley had grumbled about the extra travel but had agreed eventually. It still sent butterflies racing in my stomach when I got out from work and saw that I had a new message from him, usually something like 'looking forward to our first date... xxx'. In truth, this was actually my first date, ever. I had never even so much as held hands romantically with a girl before, nor a guy for that matter. So to say I felt lucky was an understatement. I was in dreamland! --------------------------------------------- It was Friday afternoon, and after agonizing over what to wear (what would he approve of?), shaving obsessively, applying plenty of sweet smelling aftershave and deodorant, and finally coming up with a suitable excuse for where I was going, I was out the door and setting off for dinner with Riley, my twelve year old boyfriend. Now there was a sentence I wouldn't have believed two weeks ago. --------------------------------------------- The familiar emotions of fear and excitement both returned to me as I approached the restaurant, stopping to peer inside the window and see if he was already inside. I looked at my watch- I was still five minutes early. Deciding to wait inside, I entered the cozy interior of the pizza parlour and selected a table for two, away from the window. Hehe, ok maybe I was taking this a bit too far. But better safe than sorry! It was now 7 o'clock, the time we had agreed on, and of course I began to agonize that he wouldn't show up and I would be left sitting there like an idiot. I needn't have worried though, as only a few minutes later I glanced up and caught a flash of blond hair opening the door, then closing it again as the rest of him came into view. Looking up, he spotted me and smiled, then started walking towards my table in his distinctive way. Heart pounding, I grinned back, but couldn't help glancing around to see who else was watching his entrance. Satisfied no one was paying us any attention, I focused back on the boy that was now sitting opposite me, only a few feet away and looking absolutely stunning in a tight fitting white t-shirt. It was probably my imagination, but I thought his hair looked a little longer than when I had last seen him, it was now comfortably touching his neck. I could see his little gold chain underneath his shirt, moving with his chest as it rose and fell. "Hi!" I said dreamily. "Hey!" he replied. I watched in awe as he removed his coat and flicked his hair back, revealing his expressive blue eyes. How was I going to last the hour? Pull yourself together Tom. Ask him something. "So, how've you been Riley?" "Ehh, ok I guess," he said with a little shrug. "I've been missing you though." "Wow, really?" I replied eagerly, "Me too. Quite a lot actually." Oh, he had no idea. "Yeah. I've been acting 'strangely lately' according to my friends. Guess I've just had other things on my mind." The idea of me occupying his thoughts when he was with his school friends was just one of those things that I found ridiculously hot, and I could only look down at the menu, smiling to myself. After placing our orders with the waitress, the conversation moved on to his school life. "I hate it," he was explaining, "Most of the other guys in my year are total jerks. I feel like no one there understands me." "Are you um, you know. *out* at school?" I asked tentatively. "Well, kinda. I mean I don't go around telling people, but I guess most people know. People love something to gossip about." I nodded in agreement, though to be honest though I wasn't surprised. Despite his young age, I wouldn't have had to hear a rumour to take a guess at his sexuality. I must admit I did feel a twinge of jealousy when I asked him about any potential crushes on boys in his classes. "OK, maybe one or two are pretty hot," he admitted, before adding quickly: "But they've got nothing on you. Trust me." I just gave him a wry smile, as if to say 'yeah right!' "No, really. I mean it!" he said seriously, looking like he was worried he might have deeply offended me or something. "Hey, I know. I'm only kidding. and I wouldn't care anyway. I bet there are some smoking hot boys that check you out all the time." "Heh, shut up," he said grinning. As we continued to talk, it became apparent that although we had quite a bit in common, (it turned out neither of us had ever known our fathers, his had walked out when he was very young, whilst mine had died a few days before I was born) we were actually very different people. Whereas I liked sports, he preferred arts and drawing. I spent my spare time playing video games; he was more into TV shows that I had never heard of. Overall though, I thought we were getting along just fine, like we kind of complemented each other's personalities. I was still taken aback by his sheer hot-ness occasionally, especially when his eyes locked directly with mine, but I was trying hard not to spend every second staring at him like some love struck puppy. By the time the food arrived I had even managed to maintain eye contact with him for at least five seconds without looking away, a new record for me! I tried going for longer whilst we were eating, but he would just go all doe eyed back on me and I'd have to look down before my boner got out of hand. --------------------------------------------- "Thanks for the meal!" said Riley after we had both devoured our rather tasty pizzas. Before I could reply though, he leant in and whispered, "But you know, it's more usual to go on a date BEFORE having sex" before breaking into a giggle fit. I could only blush and stifle a grin of my own. It was true of course, but it wasn't like I planned for what happened that last week in his bedroom. It had all happened in the heat of the moment. Or at least that's what I liked to tell myself. After finishing up and paying the bill, we were walking out the door, brushing arms, almost hand in hand, but not quite that obvious. As I smiled down at the boy next to me, I felt so *good*, and as contented inside as I had ever felt. I kept playfully bumping him with my shoulder, which he would then avenge by poking me in the side with his skinny elbow. It was just starting to get dark, and we walked together along the street towards the cinema that we had agreed on earlier, both just happy in each other's company. When we arrived there were what seemed like hundreds of young couples and boys Riley's age in groups standing around outside. I'll admit I did feel a little self-conscious, but that was probably more to do with me than being with a younger boy. Big brothers take their younger siblings out on a Friday night all the time, right? I had let him choose the movie, which I now regretted, as he had selected some weird drama I had no interest in, but I went along with it anyway. Hey, I'm just too much of a generous guy I guess! Lol. We settled into our seats, both of us sharing a bag of popcorn. Sorry to let you down if you were thinking that we were about to bend down in the dark and give each other blow jobs or something, that just wasn't going to happen. It was actually pretty crowded in the theater. About ten minutes in to the film though, I felt like I should do something to show my affection for a change, so I reached under the seat and took his hand softly in mine. He turned away from the screen for a second to smile at me and acknowledge it, and we sat hand in hand like that for the next hour and a half. I'm not gonna lie and say I was too focused on him not to notice that there was a movie going on, because I did- and it was boring as hell! But his presence and warm hand holding mine definitely helped the time pass quicker. When the end credits came up and we let go of each other I was almost sad it wasn't carrying on for a few minutes longer. I checked my watch as we waded through the sea of people at the door- it was now past 11pm. Probably time to take him home now, or back to mine for a night of passion. In my dreams that is. Man, I really need to get my own place. "What did you think of that then?" he asked as we made our way outside into the road now fully illuminated by yellow streetlights. Unsure if he meant the whole experience or just the movie, I settled on: "Not bad, actually." "Oh, nice. Most guys probably wouldn't enjoy a movie like that." I just about managed to keep a straight face. What he doesn't know can't hurt him I guess, hehe. "Good thing I'm not like 'most guys' then," I said raising my eyebrows. "You got that right," he laughed. We spent the bus journey back to his house discussing what we wanted to do for a career when we got older. He was keen on being an architect apparently. I was going to tell him I wanted to become a teacher, which was a vague ambition of mine, but I figured he could have got the wrong idea from that, so I settled on just telling him I really had no idea what I wanted to do, which wasn't a lie either. Soon we had reached his stop, and I insisted on walking him to his house- his neighbourhood really wasn't one to be walking alone in the dark. As we approached his dingy looking apartment, I felt Riley grab my hand and pull me into a sheltered dark looking alley a short distance from his front door. Before I could react, he stood up on tip-toes, wrapped both arms around my neck and kissed me on the lips. Not a quick peck, either, a full on kiss with his tongue pushing against mine. In the near pitch black darkness, the smell of his hair and the taste of his mouth, (he tasted of sweet popcorn) seemed even more intense, completely taking my breath away. Fuck this felt hot! There was something incredibly exciting about doing this forbidden act, while not quite in public, *outside* at least. And of course it was pretty dangerous, although I knew no-one could see us from their windows, someone could have walked by at any moment, so I reluctantly disentangled myself from his embrace. "What was that for?" I asked in a hushed voice, still close enough to feel his shallow breathing against my face. "Just for being so cool... and a great boyfriend. " he replied, moving closer to me again. That did it, screw the risk. I kissed him again, pulling his smaller body up into mine, wanting to just consume him whole. I felt around his back to where his t-shirt was pulled up, exposing a bare patch of ultra-soft skin which I ran my hands over like crazy. I felt down to the waistband of his pants, and felt the elastic of his underwear with my fingers. I would have loved nothing more at that point than to have both of us run into his house, strip and screw like rabbits right there, but that wasn't going to be an option with his mum home. So, to moans of disappointment from Riley which I agreed with wholeheartedly, we contented ourselves with one final long kiss before disengaging again. "You're amazing too you know." I said softly, wishing I could find the right words to better express how I was feeling, ".and I'm so glad I met you." He just squeezed my hand and smiled in response. After quickly running my fingers through his hair, I led us back out of the alley, thankfully to a still deserted street. We said our goodbyes there and he promised to text me tonight. I walked quickly back towards the main road, wanting to get there before I got mugged or worse. I felt sorry for Riley, living here would really suck. I made it back to the bus stop alive somehow and caught the late night service right back to my house. Lying in bed later that night thinking everything over, I was feeling pretty happy about things. I had just got the message he had promised earlier to send, simply reading "See you next week? R. xx". I was hardly going to say no. In a way, I felt like I'd had as good a time today as I'd had last week in Riley's room. Maybe not in terms of 'pleasure', but for how I had felt afterwards certainly. It made me feel better about myself anyway. But there was still a nagging doubt in the back of my mind as to where this whole thing was going. Surely it was only a matter of time before someone he or I knew spotted us and the whole load of awkward questions that would follow. Who knows where we would go from here.