Date: Sat, 22 Aug 2020 21:30:27 +0200 From: Ryan White Subject: Jailtbait Chapter 3 HOLA PEEPS!! The feedback has been AMAZING! Please enjoy Chapter three as well. And feel free to mail me for a chat if you want lol liciousryan@gmail.com Stay safe, Ryan JAILBAIT CHAPTER THREE "16 out of 20! Not bad! Not bad at all! Well, you certainly seem to know what you're doing. Why is English giving you so much trouble at school then?" My darling little Shawn smiled and took a sip of his Coke before swallowing...watching his Adam's apple bob up and down and the sheer way he solemnly swallowed his drink and me thinking all kinds of thoughts about the word SWALLOWING that I REALLY shouldn't have been... But god...how can any worthy peado not see what a devilish handsome boy twelve year old Shawn was? It was once more blazing hot outside, typical much of the South African summers, and the little tyke was only wearing some soccer shorts and a tank top as it was. One could clearly see that he loved being outdoors, as apposed to bring cooped up inside all day playing Nintendo. Do you have any idea how much I wanted to reach out and just...glide my finger tips over those rick hard kiddie biceps that he had going on for him? At the sweet tender age of twelve, Shawn had possessed some definition in his muscles that fifteen and sixteen year olds would have been mighty proud of. His legs was strong, with a light dusting of hairs that would no doubt in the coming years grow to a massive sort of mane... I absolutely loved a guy's legs. I loved the way it just oozed their masculinity, and even though Shawn was still a mere child and one on the cusp of puberty, that turned me on, so much so, that I had to sit this entire fucking tutoring session with my legs crossed. If he was street smart, he'd long figure out why I did so...and he'd know that I was sexually interested in his beautiful body...whether he would be okay or not, okay with that, remained to be seen. You read so many stories on the Nifty Archive about how boys Shawn's age would secretly fantasise about a older man...if only that could happen to me...even though I was still going to therapy in order to relieve myself from being attracted to pre teen boys, I'm not sure I'd be able to say NO, if that was what Shawn wanted. He never, ever talked about girls. But then again, it wasn't like he talked about boys, either. His room was splattered with Manchester United posters, consisting of several handsome as fuck players...that even I thought I'd start to watch some soccer games if the players on the posters looked anything like THAT. I had literally no idea who David de Gea and Daniel James was, but my god... You would think...Shawn being twelve, that girls would be represented on his bedroom walls in SOME form or another. There were none. Didn't mean anything, per say, I knew. Just couldn't help but to think...WHAT IF? ** I checked off everything I had on my list to teach him for today. I have been doing this routine for the last three days, ever since his mom, Susan, had humbly asked me to tutor the little sexy bugger before I started with my new job at the all girl's school down town. It was my pleasure...believe you me. It was nearing five a clock and I knew that his mother usually arrived around at that time. I sighed, ruefully. I had such high hopes that something would have come from my alone time with Shawn, but I think my expectations was secretly set way too high. Where in my right mind would Shawn have fallen in my lap like a ripe fig? Get real, Kyle. "Kyle!!!!" I dropped my pen. That scream sounded fucking serious. "You okay, buddy?" I shouted back, not even caring about what the neighbours would say because my god, the walls in this building were thin as fuck as it was. "I can't get my hand out! It's stuck!" What the hell? Where...how...? I dropped everything I was doing and ran to where his voice was coming from. I entered a few rooms to look for him,before I finally stopped at his own bedroom, and I peeped inside. Somehow, it seemed like he had gotten his hand stuck inside a smallish glass jar or pot, which had loads and loads of coloured rocks and stones, inside. Problem was they were all at the bottom so he had to reach in with his hand good and proper, and now it seemed that same hand was stuck. His poor face wreaked of terror and fright. "Shawn, you okay? Damn, buddy how the hell did you do this?" I asked frantically, trying my best to keep calm, as I knelt before him, and placed my hand solemnly on his own arm, the one with the stuck hand attached. He was literally on the verge of crying, as he tried his best to stay tough and not break down in front of me. "I...I just wanted to show you my collection that I have gotten together for Show and Tell at school tomorrow. Everyone else think they are shit and it's boring as hell collecting stones. My dad always did it with me, before he got transferred. I'm real sorry, Kyle. I really just wanted to show them to a friend..." My own eyes was testing up and fast. I had a feeling Shawn didn't have many friends for a while now, but I had no idea he was being near on bullied at his school. Collecting fake gem stones, even though these inside the jar was quite beautiful as anything, was not quite on the list of things a kid of twelve would be interested in, so I could fully understand the resistance of said other boys towards Shawn, but bullying him about it was just.. Fuck man, it was just wrong! Simple as! I watched as this beautiful, pre teen boy, his blond hair mattered to his forehead out of sheer exhaustion in trying to get his hand out of the jar, and I saw the pain in his eyes. The fear of his hand being stuck in something and he couldn't get it out. "Stay here," I said softly, before getting up and going into the bathroom. Within seconds I found was I was looking for. Baby oil, for my mother, nearly always worked in these kinda situations and I hoped to God that it would today. I re-entered his bedroom and by now his arm was beginning to turn a slight red, from all the times he had tried to viciously pull it out of the jar. "Hey...do you trust me? Shawn, listen to me.. Do you trust me?" A pair of blue eyes, wet with unshed tears, looked me straight in the eyes...I may have passed out... And then he nodded. Looking back, I think it was there and then, at that simple gesture from a scared twelve year old boy...that my heart totally got in the way. This wasn't supposed to happen. I was supposed to simply lust after him...to want and need his beautiful boyish body in the worst way possible... Then explain to me, the warmth that was now suddenly surrounding my heart... ** I lathered up his arm and his wrist area with the baby oil, and believe me, I tried my best to avoid any spillage, but with baby oil it was not quite possible. Inch by mere inch his skin was as smooth as a baby's bottom, until I finally succeeded to make some kind of progress, to the point where only his wrist was still stuck, but luckily, the rest of his arm was out. "Buddy...close your eyes and bite on your bottom lip..." "Why? What are you gonna do?" "Just do it." Shawn did as he was told, however in typical child fashion, one of his eyes kept opening all the time to see what I was doing, but all that accomplished, was getting a stern look from me. I counted to ten, and then YANKED his slippery hand out of the jar. The velocity of the pull surprised both of us and suddenly we were splattered all over Shawn's bed with him right on top of me. His face was suddenly right aligned directly with mine, and his full boy body was lodged on top of my chest and groin. I could feel his feet touching my cock ...god, help me... But that was the least of my worries. Right at that moment, we were staring in each other's eyes...his beautiful blue eyes...his kiddie soul seemingly gazing into mine...and slowly but surely certain two faces was getting way too close for comfort...our lips were literally centimetres away from touching... It wasn't a dream...Shawn licked his lips...they were almost on mine...his eyes closed... "Shawn! Kyle?" "Oh god, it's my mother..." Shawn whispered urgently and got off from on top of my body as quick as he possibly could, falling over his feet in the process. His whole upper body was shaking and shuddering at the thought of what had almost happened. If he was a nervous wreck, I was the whole bloody titanic. For a few seconds, I couldn't move. I heard Shawn's mother's footsteps come ever closer... ...finally after what felt lile a lifetime I got movement into my body, at last. Jesus Christ. I came this close to kissing a twelve year old boy...and he fucking wanted it too. I saw it. He wasn't pulling away. I wasn't blind. Nor was I retarded. Shawn was going to kiss me. Oh God. What happens now... Shawn's mother suddenly entered the room, forcing all thoughts about her son out of my head like a flash. Her face spoke volumes having found me there on her son's bed...I saw it in her eyes. What the hell was going through her mind... God...this wasn't good. Not at all. "Oh? Here you two are! Kyle...what are you doing in Shawn's bedroom?" Susan asked, her voice fluxuating just a tad higher. Even I could see the doubt and the suspicion in her eyes as she looked me up and down. Never get too close with people. That was my thing...I cared too much and then everything gets taken from me. Susan had every right in the world to interrogate me. Having me tutor him, gave me no right whatsoever to be inside his bedroom. I swallowed. I glanced towards Shawn, who was still staring at me, if he was actually seeing me for the very first time in his young life. As ever, there was a healthy red blush on his cheeks, but in this instance, I doubted very much if that was caused by being outdoors ... "Susan...hey, I'm sorry...Shawn got his hand stunk inside that jar over there, with all those stones he's collecting. I grabbed the baby oil I found in the bathroom and got him out of it. I hope you don't mind..." Well it was the truth, whether she believed me or not. Even tho I desperately wanted to, I didn't touch her son. I suddenly got help from a very unexpected source... "Look, Mommy. Over there. I just wanted to show Kyle my collection. It really hurt!" Shawn supported me as he quickly showed his mother his still swollen wrist from when it had gotten stuck inside the jar. She could clearly see and smell the baby oil as well. I mean...she wouldn't think I had asked Shawn to...to FIST me or anything...I nearly choked on my own saliva as I contemplated that FISTING was exactly what all this looked like. Baby oil and all. Susan simply smiled and caressed her son's blond hair. "Goodness me, it's really not a problem. I've told Shawn so many times that he needs to find somewhere safer to put those gems he collects, but a certain someone refuses to listen! Anyhow, thanks a bunch, Kyle. Are you staying for dinner?" I had never wanted anything more in my entire life. Especially after what had nearly happened between me and Shawn a while earlier...god knows I didn't wanna be away from him just yet...but...no...damn...I couldn't take that risk. He was still looking at me with a weird expression on his face. I kept reminding myself that he would have kissed me back...it wasn't me alone. I was quite sure of that. I lived it, afterall. "No thanks, Susan. I've been here for hours as you know. We made great progress in his English lessons. Can I talk you for second, without this little monster being present?" As usual, Shawn pulled a face, but after a stern enough look from his mother, he let his head sunk downwards before leaving his bedroom. At the door, he turned towards me, and it seemed as if he was smiling...just a small smirk...before he left completely. "Susan, did you know that Shawn is getting bullied at school?" I whispered to his mother. Susan sighed and sat down on Shawn's bed. "I've been at that sorry excuse for a school so many times...I don't know what more I can do. Shawn isn't like other boys. He likes to be outdoors, he loves to ride his bike and other boys these days, sounds weird but they are more into online games on their phones and their PlayStations than anything else. Kyle, I can't afford to buy him the stuff his peers have. That means he doesn't fit in. I wish I could give him everything I could...it's not easy..." I saw Shawn's face before me yet again as we were looking into each other's eyes earlier...my heart thumped like a crazy person's. "Look, Susan, I care about both of you. You're good people. I respect the hell outta that. If you need anything, and I mean, anything, I'm just two floors up. Okay?" Susan wiped her nose and stood up, and gave me a tight hug. "I dunno what I did to deserve a friend like you. Thank God Peter is returning home at the weekend and he's staying this time. First time in months. Travelling and sales has always been in his blood, I can't be angry at him I suppose. That's what he does. His job. Anyway, I better get a certain someone's dinner on." I said goodbye to Susan and then entered the living room where Shawn was watching me with eyes as big as saucers. "You're going?" he asked, softly, so only I could hear, and he looked absolutely devastated as he uttered the words. My heart sank. God...what was I doing? Why couldn't I have just stayed away after taking him to hospital that day? I knelt at his knees, and placed my right hand carefully and slowly on his shoulder. "Should I come back tomorrow? You're okay with that? I can stay home if you want..." "No! Why do you ask that? You're like my only friend I have!" Fuck. Damn those bullies at his school. Just look what they had done to him. He was so desperate for male attention that he even seeked the camaraderie of a twenty-five year old grown man who thought he was the most delicious living creature he had ever seen. I squeezed his shoulder and I got up. Before I opened the door, I turned around to face him once more... "Night, buddy," I croaked. "See ya," he replied, without looking at me. Sighing, I left the apartment. What the FUCK was I thinking? I probably scared him to his core! What grown man goes around kissing twelve year old boys? FUCK! My hands were suddenly sweating. He did say I shouldn't stop coming around but I was at my wit's end. It was then and there that I made a decision. I was going to call Susan at work tomorrow and tell her the new school wants me to start earlier and that I couldn't tutor Shawn anymore. I hated lying to both of them, but it was the only way. I had to get away from Shawn. He was underneath my skin...inside my head...and most worryingly of all...I had this sneaky, pesky feeling, that after what happened that afternoon...he was now inside my heart. ** I kept my promise to myself. I could hear Susan was disappointed and my heart ached for both her and Shawn, and call me selfish, but I had to protect and look after myself right now. Before what I felt inside my heart got way out of control. I tried my level best to keep to myself inside my apartment, and only left the building when I absolutely had to. I wondered if Shawn's dad had managed to come home as Susan had said. At least he would provide some financial help for them. And maybe he could pick up where I had left off in tutoring Shawn for school. It was his son after all. It was about a week after I had cut all ties with Susan and Shawn, when I heard a knock on my door. I was half asleep, looking at my watch and seeing that it was already eight a clock in the evening. I hadn't slept well the previous night and it clearly showed. Shawn dominated my thoughts like you wouldn't believe. I really, honestly missed him. I never knew you could miss another person as much...regardless of their age. I stumbled towards the front door and opened it ...and low and fucking behold...despite my best attempts, there was Shawn. On the doorstep. He looked like shit. ** "Wha...buddy? What's wrong? You okay?" I immediately morphed into my instinctive mode and knelt before him. He looked like he had been crying and more...a fair amount of time at that. "They...they won't stop yelling and fighting..." he heaved, snivelling as he did. My god...he must have meant his mom and dad. And yet...he came to me... ? "Buddy, do they know you're here?" "I sneaked out...I don't wanna be there when they're like this...please, Shawn!" I was in two minds. What I should be doing, is go two floors down and tell Susan and Peter that their son came running to my apartment because he couldn't stand their crap any longer. What I wanted to do...was invite him in and hold his beautiful body inside my arms, and care for him, protect him from the big bad world outside as long as I possibly could. Shawn made the decision for me. He moved past me and made himself at home on my sofa. I closed the door and sighed...I could end up in huge...and I mean HUGE trouble if I kept him here. I didn't know Peter from Adam...what if he decided to charge me with kidnapping his son or something? But as I looked at Shawn, this terrified little handsome tyke who had crept so deeply into my life and into my heart over these last few weeks...all that flew out of the window. "Tell you what. How about I make us some hot chocolate and we can watch some soccer? It's Saturday, there should be a match on, right?" I asked, ruffling his silky blond hair. For the first time since he entered my apartment, I saw some flicker of excitement and normality inside his eyes. "Hell yeah..." he whispered, and he smiled teary eyed. Kyle...stay calm. ** After we found a match on the TV he could watch, it was indeed his beloved Manchester United who was playing in some competition called the Europa League. He pointed out to me, in great energy and detail, who was who and exactly how the game worked. Without a satellite dish, there was no way he could have watched it in the first place and I was half glad he came here, even if it was under such sad circumstances. We laughed, we drank our hot chocolate, and we cheered together as his team scored. The excitement on his face...it totally made up for any trouble I could possibly get in, in having him here without his parents' permission. I was still busy checking out some of the sexy footballers on the field, as I noticed that Shawn was being a little too quiet...and sure as Sam...he had fallen asleep. What's more...he had cuddled into me without I even having realised. His head was resting on my shoulder and his hand was lodged inside the crook of my arm. He was holding it very tight, and yet again I could have sworn I saw a slight smile on his face, as he slept. I clenched my teeth, and picked up my phone next to me. I hated doing this, but if anything, Susan deserved to know where her son was. I didn't give a damn about Peter. I quickly sent her a text... "Susan, it's Kyle. Shawn is here with me. He was upset and came over. I'm sure you know why. I'll bring him over if you want." A little harsher than what I had meant to, but I was so angry with her, and her husband. She was a good mother, and she always placed Shawn first, which is why it dumbfounded me, why she would allow screaming and fighting to the point where her son actually felt he had to flee to me. My phone beeped. "I can't talk right now. I'll get him tomorrow morning. Sorry." Holy shit. Just like that? I stared down at Shawn. His boy body gone to the world. I tried to stand up, but for some reason, in his sleep, Shawn held onto me even more. He gripped my arm so hard, it actually hurt. I sat back down and Shawn moved so that he was laying inside my lap, mumbling in his sleep as he did so. Tenderly, scared as hell, but also excited to finally touch him, I softly ran my fingers through his hair. Soft...clean...the blond locks falling through my fingers like the freshest hay imaginable. "I love you, Shawn..." I whispered...finally saying the words that I had known to be true for a while now. I had fallen in love with a twelve year old boy. I didn't ask to. I didn't look for it. Tears streamed down my eyes as I knew I had no chance of ever having him in my life permanently, the way lovers usually did. An age difference of what...thirteen years? Not to mention I still didn't know if he was gay or straight. Saying he WOULD have kissed me back that day in his apartment, wasn't exactly a deal breaker. My eyes felt heavy. I needed to sleep. I grabbed a blanket from the opposing sofa...some nights I like to pass out in front of the TV, so I always had one near just in case...and I made sure he was covered up and warm as can be. He wriggled in his sleep, and once more, I caressed the hair of the boy I loved with all I ever had. "Sleep tight, beautiful..." was the final words that came out of my mouth, as darkness enveloped me. Tomorrow, would take care of itself. ** THANKS FOR READING!! Man, that took the stuffing out of me writing this. Kyle loves Shawn! Does Shawn feel the same tho?? Lemme know what you thought xx liciousryan@gmail.com