Date: Sat, 15 Aug 2020 20:32:47 +0200 From: Ryan White Subject: Jailbait Chapter two HOLA PEEPS!! Its your boy Ryan with chapter two of his new kiddie boy story xx THANK YOU for all the emails I have received re Chapter one. Each was read and appreciated!! As always, my email is liciousryan@gmail.com Stay safe, Ryan JAILBAIT CHAPTER TWO Should I? Or shouldn't I? My heart and my brain fought with my cock simultaneously and my cock won by a fucking landslide. I grabbed my phone and logged into Google. I proceeded to type "ten year old boys" into the search engine and clicked on search itself. My god. It was like Google was making life a little bit easier for us paedo's. Or wannabe paedo's in my case. Because to this day I had to fight any and every inch of feelings I had towards little boys with tooth and mail. With literally everything I had inside me. As the numerous shots and more shots of little boys were splattered across the screen of my phone, I swallowed, hard, before adjusting my cock just a little. He was not a piece of rock, after all, and it was beginning to plump up just a wee bit. And who the fuck could blame him? I clicked in the search box one more time and changed my request. I added the word "shirtless", to my already googled options. It was then, that I couldn't stop my dick from rising any longer. What a marvel Google is...a sea of young boys, ages ten to eleven, maybe even twelve, came to the fore. All of them at the beach, or in the pool, but none of those kids inside those pictures was wearing a shirt. Those little kiddie nubbins...my god...you just wanted to take those little orbs and lightly bite them...caress them until the little boy in question actually fucking squealed with sexual delight. Their tummies, still so much growing to do...some were still flab with baby fat, which was too cute for words, and of course, in some instances, a boy began to grow out of his pure kiddie body at an early age. Several of the young jailbait boys in the pictures already had fit and lean bodies, the beginnings of a six pack evident on their childlike demeanour. And then, the cherry on the cake...some of the boys were actually in their underwear, in lieu of actual swimsuits. Man oh man, the kiddie bulges on some of those little tykes was what dreams were made of. You seriously just wanted to pull down those irritating pieces of fabric so that their boy dickies could literally, stare you in the eye. How much did I want to touch them...feel their innocent child like hardness as their junior fuckie stickies started to grow... Even better...if they were to grow and got as hard as hard could be, when they were buried balls deep inside your warm mouth ... I craved a boy's dickie inside me...in my gullet, my tongue lapping up their ore teen juicies...all the way up their immature lengths...and once in a while you would get a little boy who didn't quite know what to do with their noodles, other than piss with them. So imagine their surprise and the feelings that marched on through their kiddie brains as they felt their cockies tasted and sexually pleasured for the very first time... I close the app and threw my phone onto my bed. I reached up with both my hands and ran it through my hair. Damn. I wonder what young Shawn was doing, being two floors down. Not a lot, I would expect, since he was still on crutches after falling off his dad's too large bike about a week ago. At least, that's what I think...I smiled as his beautiful, unblemished face came into my thoughts. Can you call a twelve year old boy, a looker? Or sexy? Because my god ...if you could, he'd be on top of the list. His blond hair which flopped over his forehead, his energetic manner in which he lived his lust for life, his cheeky chappy smile which was so enticing...he clearly loved the outdoors, since he was sun burned more than a boy his age really should be. I wonder what he looked like naked. Jesus. Kyle...stop this. Please. You can't keep doing this. I sighed as I checked my emails. Nothing yet from the two interviews I had with two different all girl schools. I really hoped that I'd be hearing from at least one of them soon, if not both. I had quit my job at the boy's school I had because I really, honestly and truly couldn't handle being around them any more. I hated leaving a job I loved. But I loved my freedom more. With a another sigh, and a yearning towards a little boy, of my own, inside my arms, I turned off the light in my bedroom. Darkness enveloped me. I saw Shawn in my mind's eye...my cock was still so hard... I reached into my pyjama pants and softly fondled my six incher. I was twenty-five and horny. Shoot me. I breathed in deeply as my fist totally enveloped my dick. I sighed with sexual heartening as I felt it swell and grow to its full potential...the feelings that shot though me was enough to make a grown man cry. Immediately Shawn's bright smile came into my head. My dick surged as I desperately wanted to see him without a single stitch of clothes on his sexy ass boy body... "Oh god...oh fuck yeah baby..." I managed to croak out of my throat as my dick throbbed in my hand. I could feel a single string of leakage roll down my skin...my pre cum was more than enough reason to believe that my boy was there ...even if perhaps not in spirit. I would kiss him, I would ruffle his beautiful blond hair until he cried out in sheer kiddie laughter, until his twelve year old body laid on top of my own inside this very bed... ...a surge of electricity shot through my rock hard dick as I saw him shirtless in my mind, just as he was the other day when his mother had invited me inside their apartment. His hair was still wet that day...it flopped all over the place...his nose was as cute as a button...his outie belly button as evident as ever. I groaned. I needed this. I wanted all of him. I wanted his dickie in my mouth. I wanted that same dickie to fucking pierce my ass in global glamour...I didn't know how big he was, but it being inside me alone, would totes get me off. And finally, I wanted to kiss those red, full bloodshed boyish lips until his kiddie soul couldn't handle it anymore. I wonder if he was already shooting cum...at twelve, he had to be. Maybe. God, how I'd love to taste what ever he would have to give me... The spurts from my cock came towards me like flying meteors. Shot after shot as my balls and my prostrate pulsed and blasted every single bit of pent up sperm I had inside my precious orbs. I heaved, and my chest ached as the last of my sperm dribbled out of my cock, and onto my groin and bladder area. With mixed emotions, I scooped up some of the residue cum before reaching upwards and tasting my own juices. My god...just imagine this was his juices I was tasting. It would be the absolute definition...of heaven. ** The following day, I didn't see Shawn, or his mother, Susan, at all. I had a good relationship with both of them, since I was the one who had taken Shawn to the hospital in the first place, the day he had his accident, but again, I didn't wanna rise any suspicions by demanding to see him. Or more, than was absolutely necessary. My apartment was on the fifth floor, whilst theirs was on the third. Even I would be thinking the worst if a twenty-five year old man took a sudden interest in my twelve year old son. No...I couldn't risk it. And after having that sick orgasm thinking about him naked in my bed last night...it was probably for the best. In between, I had received an offer from one of the schools I had an interview at, and they told me I could start the end of next month. I had enough money reasonably, to carry me over the line until I would start but it was going to be tight. Lots of people couldn't understand why I had the need to quit my job, but how the fuck was I supposed to tell them that I HAD to...because of my own sanity, being around little boys? I took down the elevator and placed my black rubbish bags in one of the communal bins outside the apartment, when saw him. Shawn. First time in about two weeks. The little shit was taking out his father's bike yet again. No doubt for another ride. The previous one had him ending up in hospital. Has he even recovered completely yet? I didn't think so. He stopped as he saw me, he had to get past me, to get to the communal security gate. He looked exactly like a twelve year old boy who had been busted for doing something he shouldn't. "And where you think you're going, buddy?" I asked, kneeling down, so that I was face to face with him. Damn, he had a healthy blush on his face at the sheer excitement, probably, of getting to ride outside again. It freaked me out. Boys his age shouldn't look as handsome as he did. "Nothing, Mister. I...I...only took it out to have it cleaned! I wasn't gonna ride it!" he said urgently, his eyes more than desperate for me to believe him. I had the idea that his mom was pretty strict, and he really, obviously didn't want her to find out about his little stunt he would have ended up pulling if I didn't see him. "Okay, I'll even help you to...clean...it. Where is your equipment to clean it though? Forgot it upstairs?" Immediately he wanted to say something, but it was like he knew he was nabbed at the very last second. He didn't have any answer. He let his head drop as he gripped the handle bars of the bike even tighter. "I just wanted to ride...just once..." he mumbled, still refusing to look at me. My heart actually broke a little bit as he said those words. Unlike other boys his age, he wasn't glued to the TV or to his Nintendo Switch and playing games all day. He actually wanted to get out there and ride his bike. My mind flashed to the backyard that was now, empty as majority of the tenants was still at work. My eyes blinked twice before I reached out and placed my shaking hand on his shoulder. I could literally smell the fabric softener his mom had to have used. God...he was so handsome...more than a twelve year old should ever be... "Tell you what. If I let you ride in the parking lot behind the building, and I'll keep an eye on you, I won't tell your mom if you won't. Deal?" The speed in which his eyes lit up in sheer excitement, was a joy to behold. "Deal!" he shouted as he got onto the damn bike at blistering teenage speed, and drove out before me. "Shawn, I didn't mean without me..." I started to protest but it fell on dead ears. I smirked to myself at his kiddie boy innocence, and jogged after him. God knows, if he had to take another fall and on my watch, at that, I'd never forgive myself. ** I had never enjoyed myself so much as I did that afternoon. Shawn was incorrigible. To say the least. He was on fire and unstoppable at the same time. He drove his dad's bike expertly, having clearly learned his lesson from what happened two weeks ago, and it seemed like his leg had healed and that his scars was gone. His laughter...jesus...it was like nothing had ever come close to giving me the greatest joy known to man kind. His face was reddish from all the fresh air, his smile evident as ever, his own joy and sheer happiness as he drove around the parking lot...when he wanted to drive a quick speed, he told me, so I could keep an eye on him. There was times which he nearly ate dust, but he kept going. He was as determined as I had ever seen in anyone, never mind a young boy. I felt more than blessed to have spent time with him. It warmed my heart, to be honest. I knew his mother was usually home at about five in the afternoon, and when it was just past four, I called him over. "Time's up, buddy. We gotta get you clean up, my word, look at all these specks of dirt on you!" He smiled and got up from the bike. "That was ace! Yeah, I see what you mean. I stink...You wanna come in though? We have some Coke in the fridge!" My God. Did he really want me to...did he trust me that much? Was I reading too much, way too much, into his offer? It wasn't like he told me to follow him upstairs for sex, now was it? "PLEASE SAY YES! My mom only gets home later and my dad is always away for work. Come on, please? Pretty please? With sugar on it?" I wanted to crack a smile so bad, but then I'd be totes revealing how badly I wanted to still hang out with him. Instead I acted like I was thinking real long and hard about the offer, before I nodded. "Okay, cool. You ever played Pokemon Sword and Shield yet?" His mouth literally dropped open. "Shut up! I begged Mom to buy it for me but she said it was way too expensive. I don't even have a Switch!" "Well, kid, I have. And I have the game. Wanna play?" "Fuck yeah! Oh...oops...sorry, Mister. Please don't tell my mom!" I shouldn't be smiling at his profanity, but when it came from such an innocent place, one couldn't help but. ** As soon as we were inside his apartment, he pulled off his shirt he was wearing. Wait for it... That meant I had a shirtless twelve year old in front of me inside a small ass space. My fucking worst nightmare. "I'll set up the game so long, you take your time. I take it you can shower ny yourself? You're not a baby any more?" I took the piss with him, my eyes wagering ofer his exposed chest and tummy as I did. I wouldn't go as far as calling him ripped...but he wasn't flabby by any means. Just...just perfect. More than. His blond, sweaty hair was by now standing in all directions. He pulled another face at hearing my words. "Nothing baby about me, mister! Be back soon!" God knows I knew he didn't mean it as I received it but god...nothing baby about him? Please Lord...let this boy have a big ass dick for a kid his age hahaha. There was turmoil in my soul, especially as I heard the water beginning to fall from the showerhead deep inside the apartment. Shawn trusted me. Fully. He wouldn't have invited me up to his apartment if he didn't. But I also knew he saw me as nothing more than a friend. He was lonely. There wasn't many kids his age in the building to begin with. But still...there was that level of trust that had been more than cemented this afternoon. I shocked myself as I happened to think ...it would be so easy to just walk inside the bathroom and make up some excuse for being in there...catching a full view of his naked boy body...and being twelve, being who he was...being Shawn...he wouldn't think anything of it. He would understand. Why would he think otherwise? But then again, he might tell his mother without thinking and she'll definitely NOT see it as innocent. Catch 22. Eventually, I chickened out in making a move, and I patiently waited for him to make his reappearance. When he did, he...oh wow...it was like watching perfection in human form. He was wearing a black tank top, exposing his thin, yet muscled arms, accumulated from all the times he had spent outside. In addition, he was wearing and pulling off some snazzy jeans he had found God knows where. His hair was wet, deliciously so, flopping around as carefree just as he was. My chest pulled together. My heart started to race. This wasn't part of the game. Where in the rules did it mention that Shawn was gonna have THIS type of effect on me? Kyle...you're in big trouble. Massive. ** It was just ten minutes after five later that afternoon as his mom came home after the day at work. I was kinda nervous about her finding me here with her son, all alone, but her eyes lit up as she saw me. "Kyle! My word, how are you? I've been meaning to check in on you. You young adults always tend to live on take out or even worse...beans on toast! I wanted to invite you for dinner sometime but with everything going in at work, I clean forgot." I felt the need to stood up. For some reason, I wanted Shawn's mom to like and respect me. "Hey Susan. I promised this kittle man he could have a go on my Nintendo Switch. Seemed like a good idea at the time, only I didn't yet get a turn..." I smiled, and pointed her to Shawn, who was in the middle of catching another Pokemon. She sadly smiled back and pulled me away a little from her son. "I have wanted to buy that thing for him for ages. Never could quite afford it. Brad, my husband, is also never home, and he transfers less and less money into my account every month. He sells towels, you see. Anyway, he now, thanks to you, finally had a chance to play it. Thank you. From the bottom of my heart. You, young man, are staying for dinner. No questions asked!" ** Would it be wrong to say, it felt like being with family? Susan and Shawn didn't have it easy, financially. And I knew that she wouldn't have made such a big unnecessary dinner if I wasn't there. I didn't wanna hurt her feelings or say anything, but it was clear that she felt she owed me. I felt so guilty. The mac and cheese she made was the most delicious I had ever tasted. Made with love. That was clear. It felt homely. Safe. With family. I had to remind myself several times that it wasn't. Shawn couldn't stop talking at dinner about all sorts, and I was scared as shit that he was somehow, without thinking, gonna rat me out for having him ride his dad's bike without his mom's permission. He winked at me several times when his mom wasn't looking, as if to say, don't worry, it's our little secret. "Shawn, say goodnight to Kyle. You are back at school tomorrow, remember?" Kyle pulled a face and stood up. I watched in utter delusion, as he jogged over and...he hugged me. Tight as. "And this? You okay, buddy" I asked, my face ridded with confusion. Not that I minded, but...his mother was just ...there! For God's sake! She could literally see everything...but then I realised...He was in my arms. Just like I had dreamed of. Not exactly the same way...but I wasn't about to complain. "I had a fuc...I mean, awesome time. Thank a lot, Mister!" he said, his eyes positively gleaming. My throat suddenly felt like it wanted to squeeze shut...I didn't expect this... "My pleasure. And please, stop this calling me, Mister. I'm not that old yet! Call me Kyle. I want you to. If that's okay with Mom?" "Doesn't bother me! Kyle, can I talk to you outside for a minute? You, bedtime!" She said as Shawn gave me a final wave and scattered towards what had to be his bedroom. Oh boy...that hug Shawn gave me though...and now all of a sudden she wanted to speak to me privately? Oh shit. Oh...shit! Did she suspect something? How I felt about her son? Was she about to warn me away from him? I was ice cold. Literally. My heartbeat matched that of a runaway mouse as she stepped outside the door and walked with me to the elevator in silence. "Kyle, do you have a job yet?" Did NOT expect that. "I heard from an all girls school this afternoon where I had applied before. I got it! I can start at the end of next month. Why?" Susan fidgeted with her fingers before she looked at me with a load of unshed tears in her eyes. "We don't have a lot of money, Kyle. I'll be honest with you. You've meant so much to us, what, with the hospital and now keeping Shawn company while I'm at work...I was wondering...he is struggling in English. And as you know if you fail a Language subject, you fail your entire grade. I don't have much to offer you...but I was wondering if until you start your job, you can tutor him a few times?" Lemme get this straight... Shawn's mom was literally begging me to actually spent time with the most beautiful boy in the entire world??? Hell yes! I'd fucking do it for free! "Susan, don't worry about finances. I'll tutor him, and see if it works. We can discuss money and all that after. I really wanna help, especially because I'm a teacher and I won't be working until next month. Please. I wanna do this." Slow down...she's gonna get suspicious! I was so fucking scared that she would somehow see how I felt about her son, it drove me NUTS!. I REALLY didn't want this lady's claws to come out blazing at me. Instead, she smiled and held out her arms. "You're such an awesome person. Thank you!" Susan said, before giving me a hug, which I returned. Inside the door of their apartment, I saw a shadow appear. And a right handsome little devil of a face peeping around the corner. I winked at Shawn. He winked back. And we waved at me. Sigh. What the hell was I getting myself into ...??? ** THANKS FOR READING!! Kyle and Shawn's bond is getting closer. How much longer will Kyle keep resisting his urges? And will Shawn allow them to have some kiddie boy fun?? Email me xx liciousryan@gmail.com