Date: Sat, 29 Aug 2020 20:40:32 +0200 From: Ryan White Subject: Jailbait Chapter 4 HOLA PEEPS!! You're support and feedback has been AMAZING!! Thanks!! Please enjoy this next offering. I really enjoyed writing it. As always, feel free to mail me at liciousryan@gmail.com Stay safe, guys. Ryan JAILBAIT CHAPTER FOUR As much as I would have loved to have my little monster with me for longer than just a mere sleepover, I was resigned to the fact that he had to go back to his parents some time. Just the fact that he had chosen come here, to me, after both his parents, Susan and Peter had seemingly screamed major daggers at each other the previous evening, warmed my heart to the sheer extent that I was glad I whispered those oh so special three little words...like I did to him last night when he had fallen asleep watching soccer with me. I meant every word. I literally...loved him. God...was I nuts here? I was wholeheartedly, god forbid...smack bang in love with a twelve year old boy and I had no idea how it had happened. Oh mama. I supposed I had to go and wake him up some time and take him back two levels down to his own apartment...come on man...I just wasn't quite ready to say goodbye as yet. A knock on the door, changed all my ideas and perceptions... I kinda had a feeling of who had decided to pay me a visit at six a clock in the morning, but I was still a bit bummed out as I saw Shawn's mother, Susan, before me inside the ice cold corridor of out apartment building. "Get in here, you'll freeze!" I said as I saw the state that the poor woman was in, and she smiled sadly as she scurried past me, holding her arms to her body. "Make yourself at home. I'm afraid Shawn is still sleeping in my bedroom. Oh, don't worry, I slept on the couch!" I quickly countered my sloppy thinking as I saw her eyebrows come together in a subtle frown at my usage of words. Great job, Kyle. Keep this idiocy up and one of these fine days she'll forbid you from seeing that beautiful boy ever again... "Thanks, Kyle. Oh man...me and Peter...this has never, ever happened before. We had the mother of all fights last night. I can't blame Shawn that he fled to you. Look, I told you that Peter had been paying less and less money into our joint account for several months now, while he's away for work...well, turns out he has been having a full blown affair on the side AND now he has a kid with the bitch! That's where his money is going to! Because me and Shawn, well, we're not with him whilst he is travelling, are we? And since the baby needs more financially, Peter has decided that we, listen to this, HE decides that we need to get a divorce. Because I'm working and can provide for Shawn, where as his bitch, can't do that for their baby right now. It's all such a mess!" I watched as Susan ran his fingers through her hair, in sheer hopeless desperation. I knew her job didn't pay much. I knew they struggled financially. I wasn't rich, by any means, but as a teacher, I was quite sure I made more than double that what she did. Sadness overwhelmed me at the thought. They were good people. They didn't deserve all this. My God...that bastard Peter...bless him that he helped create that stunningly beautiful boy inside my bedroom, but honestly...he was a bastard leaving them in the lurch like this. Of course I wouldn't dare tell Susan any of this to her face. "I'll go and get Shawn, you just rest up and pour yourself some coffee. Everything is ready, I was just about to make one for myself," I whispered to which she nodded gratefully. Poor woman probably didn't have any sleep all night. She looked dead on her feet. In more ways than one. ** I could hear Susan making herself busy inside the kitchen, as I entered my own bedroom. My god...there he was. Poor little sod, he was still out like a light. His mouth was a little open...his lips as pink and as bright as I ever have seen it. His round little buttoned nose was moving around slightly in his sleep, as his kiddie chest was heaving rhythmically at the beating of his twelve year old heart. His blond hair, despite having slept for hours, was still spiky and clean...I mean, you guys...what and how...this boy was so perfect it actually made my teeth hurt. I knelt down, and gently proceeded to pick him up in my arms. He was as light as a feather, despite certainly not looking it. His legs was dangled over my arms as his head was resting more than comfortably inside the crook in my armpit. I shook my head. I bit my lip. "I love you..." I whispered one more time, before taking him to his mother. ** As I started my new job at the all girl's school, that following week, I thanked my lucky stars that I had the sheer guts to quit the previous job that I had ...being in between pre teen girls all day was a damn sight better for a peadophile, than being inside a school locker-room with naked pre teen bots, that was for damn sure. My new students literally, did nothing of course to turn me on, and I more than preferred it that way. After three days or so in to the term, being busy as hell in trying to get to know my new professional surroundings, and coming home tired as fuck every day since I had started, it suddenly hit me like a massive dick on my forehead...that I haven't seen or heard from ether Shawn or Susan for well over a week now. Should I take the elevator down and check on them? I did NOT be the kinda neighbour who always wanna interfere in anything as I certainly didn't want to create tensions between us. Keeping Susan happy was the only way I could still have Shawn in my life. I loved him. That made things ten times worse, not seeing him. I suddenly remembered a few weeks ago when we had been on his bed together, after I had succeeded in getting his hand unstuck from that jar he kept his collection of coloured rocks in...the velocity of the pull gravitated us both on the bed...him on top of me, as it was the way nature had intended. I could have sworn...no, I knew, he would have kissed me. His eyes had been closed. His face was slowly making its way down to mine and he would sure as hell have placed those delicious, wet kiddie lips on mime if only his mother didn't come home from work at that very fucking second. I sighed. In the end, my hormones won. I grabbed my keys and decided to go down and check on them. ** Two knocks and the door flew open. There he was. The little shit. But he was my...my little shit. He was wearing a white tank top which once more exposed his muscled pre teen biceps from being outdoors so much. God...there was nothing sexiest than a boy who didn't know how good he looked, and what level of sheer hornyness it gave to us paedo's. His black shorts was full of something that very well resembled dirt, almost dust like, if you would. My eyes gleamed around the living-room...wait a fucking second...why was the room virtually empty... ? "We're moving..." came the morbid answer. I stared at Shawn in sheer disbelief. No...NO! I'll never fucking see him ever again! I spotted Susan walking past, as she most probably came to see who was at the door. She smiled as she saw me standing there, complete with me looking at her son like he was an alien from outer space, at the completely and utterly devastating news he had just given me. "Kyle! Hey! Where have you been all week? Thought you would have come and visited sometime," Susan said, nearly tripping over a few boxers that was spread out in said living-room. "I was really, really busy...Shawn tells me you two are moving? Where? And why?" God damn, I shouldn't have let my emotions be so fucking clear as day...it's just...I was angry. I was distraught. And yes, I was moody as hell because for the first ever time in my life I had actually fallen in love way head over heels and now the boy in question was being taken away from me. Shoot me, I'm fucking human. Susan sighed as she hugged her son from behind. "We have no choice. With Peter refusing to pay anything except alimony, money that's meant for Shawn, we can't afford to live here anymore. My salary is simply not enough to substantiate us both, complete with the full rent. I've made arrangements for us to live with my sister. It's not ideal and it's a full hour away from work, but where else can we go?" Shawn wriggled out of his mother's grasp and he took hold of my hand. I nearly gasped with emotional shock. My eyes drifted fleetingly towards Susan but she didn't seem to think anything of it. "Wanna play Sword and Shield again? I still need to beat Raihan," he said softly, his child eyes digging into mine. "You two go on and have fun. It's nearly dinner time. You're joining us, Kyle, no questions asked. It's good for him to have a man in his life. At least for mow," Susan said as she closed the door behind me. ** In that short hour and a half before dinner was ready me and Shawn had an absolute ball of a time. It was like nothing bad had ever happened, like he wasn't moving miles and miles away only next week, and like I didn't fall hopelessly in love with the boy. We were merely two friends, one aged twelve, and the other twenty-five...simply playing a Pokemon game together. His laughter was so infectious. His smile was like a fresh ray of sunshine in the darkest cold. His voice was music to my ears. His kiddie body getting closer and closer to mine on his small bed and it had NOT gone unnoticed either. After dinner, I didn't wanna go. Man...I kinda wished that nothing would ever change as it was now...and that me and Shawn could even spend more time together...how on earth was I ever gonna say goodbye to him? I couldn't! Susan packing away Shawn's things one by one as we had after dinner coffee, bought tears to my eyes. I quickly excused myself and went to the bathroom, where I silently cried my eyes and heart out for what I was about to lose. This ...this is why I went to a fucking therapist. That's why I paid insane amounts of cash to that fraud of a doctor so that I could he cured from my obsession with kittle boys. To prevent something like falling for a young kid, happening to me. A peado's worse nightmare. Selena Gomez's words travelled through my brain...the heart wants what it wants... I couldn't lose Shawn. I literally had no idea if he was even gay, and no idea if he would EVER be interested in me at all, even if he was...but I had to do SOMETHING. A sheer mad idea popped into my head just as I splashed water all over my face to mask the fact that I had been crying... It was crazy. Insane even. And I had no idea if Susan would even allow it. Determined to convince her, I wiped my face with a towel, so there was no evidence that I had shed some tears. Please...please let this work... ** "Susan, listen...you guys mean the world to me, ever since I had taken Shawn to the hospital that first day he fell off his bike, you've been like family. I can't let you move all the way across town and bamboozle your entire lives when I maybe, just maybe, have a solution." Both Susan as well as Shawn looked at each other, frowned, and then looked back at me in confusion. This was it. Here goes... "What if both of you moved in with me?" Susan's eyes lit up. I could see inside her brain that she was considering it. It made perfect sense though...she would only be moving two floors up, instead of a whole hour and a whole suburb away, and her job wouldn't be in jeopardy. "I'll even look after Shawn until you get home from work, and since I'm a teacher, you know I'll make sure he'd do his homework. Come on, Susan. You know it's a good deal." "Mom! Please! It will be so much fun!" Shawn hissed, excitedly and suddenly out of the blue, he grabbed one of the stacked boxes and rapidly began to unpack what had to be all his stuff, and a scowling Susan had to be very quick indeed to stop the little tyrant. "Mommy please! I don't like the new school I'm going to! They don't even have a place where I can park my bike!" Give Shawn his due credit...the little dude was making a good ass fight for this to happen. Man...he sure was trying his best to live with me. Wasn't quite sure why though. Not even I expected this kind of positivity from him about moving in with me. Susan looked at how excited her son was and then back at me...and for a mere SECOND I thought she could fucking read minds...it was as if she knew what I was thinking and how I felt about her son... She smiled. "Kyle, are you sure? Really, really sure?" she asked, the smile on Shawn's gob getting more and more wider. I nodded and placed my hand reassuringly on her arm. "I really am. Like I said...both of you are like family." Susan wiped away some tears that rolled down her cheeks, before Shawn decided he had more than enough of being quiet and started to tug on his mother's hand. "So? Can we stay, can we stay?" he asked her, his eyes shining. Susan hugged him towards her and she looked up at me. "Yes. We can stay with Kyle!" she finally relented. "Awesome!" Shawn screamed, before turning around and hugging ME of all people very, very tightly. Lord knows...I didn't care for jack shit what his mom thought at that moment, I knelt down and I hugged him to me. He smelled...like boy. Pure and utter boy. I don't think there was any other smell in the world that came close. I was about to let him go when I heard him whisper in my ear... "Meet me in the bathroom in five minutes!" I pulled away, my face as white as snow. Did I hear correctly? The wink and the smile on his face told me that I did. God...what now? What do I do? ** THANKS FOR READING!! Next chapter...the one y'all been waiting for! Trust me...y'all wanna read it lol. Feel free to gimme some feedback ;) liciousryan@gmail.com