Date: Wed, 9 Sep 2020 17:41:19 +0200 From: Ryan White Subject: Jailbait Chapter 5 HOLA PEEPS!! So sorry I kept you waiting for over two weeks with a new chapter. Life happened...I just didn't have the energy or to will to write. And when I did...I worked on completing some of my other stories on Nifty. Apologies. Hope you enjoy and stay safe xx Ryan JAILBAIT CHAPTER FIVE I didn't know whether to sit down or keep standing. What the fuck was going on? Did I really just ask Shawn and his mother Susan to actually move in with me? To actually live with me in my apartment? Where I would have nearly twenty-four hours a day contact with the sexiest, most beautiful child I had ever seen in my short life? Was I so desperate to keep Shawn in my life somehow that I would completely disrupt my own home? HELL FUCKING YES!!! But that was not even the real issue right now... Minutes before, he had hugged me tightly, in saying thanks for the offer so that they could stay here and of course that he could remain at his old school and inside his familiar surroundings...but it was WHAT he had SAID to me, that was busy face fucking with my brain like nothing had quite ever before. He had said, and I quote... "Meet me in the bathroom in five minutes..." Now what was I supposed to think? I have tried so hard over the years not to fall for a twelve year old boy...because I was afraid of precisely this type of situation. Now every seemingly innocent little thing he ever does, I'll get it inside my own head that he has ulterior motives. He was twelve! He probably didn't even know what sex was yet! His beautiful blue eyes and his blond spiky hair was much evident in the living room lights as he and his mother continued to pack up their stuff, thank god, not to move over an hour away like they had planned, but to rather move two floors up, to move in with me. I couldn't...COULD NOT allow them to move away. Tell me I'm mad, tell me I'm insane. And also tell me you wouldn't have done the same, for someone you loved with all your heart. I cringed when I saw Shawn tell his mother that he had to go pee. The very moment he turned way from Susan, he looked at me, and kept my eyes on his. He winked at me. God. Holy mother of...my eyes didn't leave his sexy ass boy body for a second, and only when he went into said bathroom and closed the door, that I came back to sheer reality. I had to find a way to get rid of Susan...damn...bad choice of words...I meant, something that could stop her from noticing that me and her son were going to be in that tiny bathroom at the same time. All alone. Any parent on this green earth would be suspicious as hell. I then hard a mobile phone ringing, snapping me out of my concerns on how to be alone with a stunningly hot and sexy little boy inside a remote bathroom, before Susan made excuses to me for the disruption and answered the call. I was still pretty much in two minds whether to actually meet him when Susan had an angry as fuck look on her face. "Sorry, it's Peter. This will be a while, probably," she said as she turned around scowling, exactly like Shawn did sometimes, and walking into her bedroom and with an apologetic look on her face to me, she closed the door. Immediately, shouting and cussing of the highest order could be heard between her and Shawn's father on the phone, the same exact man who had gotten another woman pregnant and was therefore now suing Susan for a divorce. The timing was so weird though...why...why would Peter call Susan at the exact moment that I wanted to be alone with Shawn somewhere...and suddenly as if he could read my mind, that question was answered emphatically as the bathroom door was opened slightly and Shawn's handsome features peeped out of there. "In here, quick!" he said before I didn't waste any more time to be alone with the person I loved so deeply. He locked the door and turned towards me...oh my good lord...he was shirtless... My eyes seemed to burn right throughout my skull. I wanted this, believe you me, but I wasn't sure this was the right setting or even the right time. Why the fuck would he be shirtless and would he specifically have asked me to meet him in HERE all of places if he didn't, wanna have...well, you know! "Is she in her room? I told Dad to call her, and that we're moving in with you!" the little tyke asked, his eyes sparkling with pure childish excitement. I smirked. So he DID organise all this. "Yeah...buddy, what's going on? Why did you wanna see me in here so urgently? Something wrong?" I started off slowly, because if I was wrong in my thinking, he would be freaked out beyond belief. If this WAS what I was hoping for, by all means, like hell was I gonna say no, after all the love I had for him. But geez...what if I was wrong? I'd be banned from ever being near him. He smiled slightly and patted his kiddie boy stomach, already showing some signs of a potential future six pack. Please...please let it be what I hoped for...and that he also felt the massive connection between us and that he felt the same as me...when his parents fought like cat and mouse a few weeks ago, to who did he come running to...me. Who did he ask to secretly meet in this bathroom, shirtless at that...me. Breathe, Kyle. Breathe. ** "I want you to help me get ready for a date I have at the weekend. Her name is Melanie. She invited me to her birthday party." Jesus. Oh mama. He had to have seen my face fell down like concrete in water when he said that, because he quickly moved to the door and stood in front of it. "Please don't tell my mom! She will wanna know a hundred things about the date and I'm not ready for all that. I...I don't have many friends, Kyle. So when Melanie asked me out to her birthday party this weekend I said yes without thinking. And now, I'm all stressed because I dunno if it is because she likes me or not. I don't even know how to kiss! I can't ask or talk to Mom about things like that!" My heart was still in the middle of the process of breaking into a million fucking pieces as he spoke, so to this very day, I didn't know or remember much about what he had rumbled on...all I could hear of that entire convo was...a girl had asked him out and he was excited as hell about it. Kyle mate...in WHAT universe did a twelve year old boy have sexual interest in a twenty-five year old gay school teacher? Even if he was gay, which he was clearly not, why would he pick ME to experiment with, rather than some cute boy from his class? And there were a lot of them, believe me, as I had picked him up from school several times, I'll tell ya, I really didn't know what parents put in their son's food these days but god almighty, those kids were sexy as hell at only eleven and twelve years of age. Well, at least I had answers to some of my questions now. He wasn't gay. He was very much into girls, I mean, you'd have to be blind not to see how excited he was about being alone with this little bitch...there I go again. I had no reason, none whatsoever to be upset about Shawn, a boy of twelve, doing what boys of that age do, and that was getting interested...in girls. ** "Uhm...what exactly do you want my help with, then?" I asked him, trying my utter level best not to gawp at his delicious outie belly button that was seemingly openly taunting me. The song "Can't Touch This" came to mind. "Can you just tell me what to say and what not to say? What I can wear? Kyle, I don't even know how to kiss!" WOAH. HOLD THE PHONE. "You're not seriously asking me to teach you how to kiss?" I asked in desperate sheer disbelief. Shawn sighed and crossed his arms. "How else am I gonna learn? Dude, I have no friends!" he hissed, and looked straight down at the floor when he said it. I knew he was a bit of a loner ever since the first day I met him, when he had stolen his dad's too big a bike and crashed with it, for the love of god, he collected coloured rocks as a hobby ...he told me several times he was being bullied at school, and there were times I had gotten the insane idea that I was perhaps his only friend...but then, in that case, a hot girl inviting him to a birthday party made absolutely NO sense. "Buddy, tell me, this girl...her name is...?" "Melanie. She hot!" he said, smiling as he did. His stomach was just perfect...Kyle, focus! "Is she popular?" "Hell yeah! She usually dates rugby players. But I heard she was single and then came the invite. Not gonna lie, it was a little weird. But come on, a hot girl like her asking me to her party? Who's gonna say no?" It was suddenly as clear as day. And that's why he wanted to stay here so badly and not have to transfer schools. That's why he was so happy when I offered that they move in with me, and why exactly he had hugged me so tight and immediately asked me to meet him in the bathroom...it wasn't that he was into me, it was happiness of getting to spend time with this...Melanie girl. Just saying her name made me hate the skank. "And now you see my problem! If she wants us to kiss maybe, I don't know how! I can't ask my mom to teach me, eeuw! You're like, the only one left!" Part of me wanted nothing more than to actually say yes, because I'd be getting to kiss this sexy little shit and not get into trouble with him, since he was the one asking...but I'd be preparing him for kissing Melanie. He'd probably kiss me, and then think of her. I couldn't think of anything more nauseous than that, quite frankly. Shawn opened the door, and he peeked out. Susan was just opening hers as well, though still being on the phone. "I'll go out first. Think about it, please? I really like her!" he said before he scurried out in typical twelve year old boy fashion. I closed the bathroom door behind me and plonked myself down on the toilet. I shook my head, determined to keep the tears away that was just threatening to spill across my cheeks. How could I do this? Shawn didn't have a father to teach him the views and facts of live. Well he did, but Peter was would rather settle with his new family than have anything to do with Susan or Shawn. Like the boy said, he didn't have any friends. And he so badly wanted to impress this girl. A part of me still found it extremely weird that she had invited Shawn to her birthday party...popular girls like this Melanie, and loner boys like Shawn didn't exactly mix...I had four and a half years of teaching experience, I've seen it all. So why would she be so adamant that Shawn attend? I could have thought over helping him with his problem all night, but we all knew what I was gonna end up deciding. I loved Shawn. I trusted him, that he wouldn't tell him mother what he had asked me to do. But teaching him to kiss, only for him to go and kiss Melanie come Saturday night? KILL ME NOW. ** When I came home from school the following day, I immediately went to Shawn's apartment, instead of my own. I was still nervous as hell for deciding in going ahead with this although I haven't told him that yet. The kid wasn't stupid. Anything but. If I came across as too eager he might discover my true feelings towards him. I honestly didn't know if he would be flattered or angry as hell, if he did. He might be understanding, but then again I was a guy, and I was thirteen whole years his senior. That might make him wanna run for the hills, no matter how gay friendly he perhaps was. I made a mental note to force the gay topic into a convo later on somehow. I kinda ached to know where he stood on that. I didn't know how I would live with someone in my own home that was homophobic. Least of all a little dude that meant the world to me. Using the spare key that Susan have given me, I found my sweet, or perhaps, not so innocent little monster in the living room, cleaning his dad's bike, the very same bike he crashed on, that day we had first met. He smiled as he saw me, and neatly folded up the towel he was using. "Hey! Guess what!" I just loved, no adored, his boyish enthusiasm. "Nope, can't guess, you're gonna have to tell me," I said, smiling back, and I couldn't resist in ruffling up his gelled hair. I loved a boy's hair almost as much as I loved their boy cocks. Shawn literally jumped onto the couch before me with stars in his eyes. "You remember Melanie?" "How could I forget?" I replied, sarky as hell. He was either too into his story to notice or he simply didn't care. "I heard her telling two other girls, both as hot as she is, that I was her special guest at the party and that they were gonna have serious fun with me. Can you imagine? Me? Shawn? I don't know what I did but she totes likes me!" I sighed, with my back towards him. Just as I thought. This Melanie chick...I'd bet my entire salary that she didn't want Shawn at her party because she fancied him! She wanted him there merely for their own entertainment! She probably ordered all her friends to bring nerds to the party. They obviously saw him as the local freak show and he was gonna go there, not suspecting anything, and they were somehow, once he was there, gonna humiliate him! ITS WHAT POPULAR TEENAGE GIRLS DO!! I was a school teacher at an all girl's school...I know how their minds work! They can be evil bitches if they wanted to be. I looked back at Shawn. My god...how do I tell him? He was so excited. So happy, more than I had ever seen him. The mere thought that a girl he liked, a popular pretty girl, actually liked him back was like a dream come true for a typical loner boy like him. Did I wanna be the person who made him see sense? Was I gonna be that person who crushed his dreams? Was he even gonna listen to me? Boy, that Melanie did a good job on him alright. He was crazy about her. Nothing I could say now, would make him not wanna go. That I knew. "Buddy, are you sure that's what you heard?" I asked, carefully, sitting opposite him on the couch. Shawn pulled a face and scowled. "I'm not deaf! I heard her! Kyle, I'm not lying..." I patted his shoulders. His skin felt like it burned underneath my touch. Like his boy body was telling my adult one, that his ass was off limits. Life wasn't fucking fair. I mean, Melanie, who didn't care about Shawn at all, I pretty much guessed, could kiss Shawn and there would be no throwback. But if I did it, who actually loved him more than my own damn life...then I'd be thrown in a fucking jail cell faster than you could say "busted". That's how it worked...Shawn was jailbait. Had been from the start. ** "So, are we gonna do this?" he asked, still bouncing around in the couch before me. "Do what?" I teased him. "Kyyyyyyle!" I had to laugh. "Buddy, just a quick question, okay?" "Yeah?" "You know I'm a guy, right?" "No shit." "Oi, language!" "Sorry. Go on." I cleared my throat. "Are you really gonna be okay with guy teaching you how to kiss? Isn't it gonna be a little, well, gay?" I had to ask him. I couldn't think of a better way of FINALLY finding out if he maybe swung both ways. For all I know, he was attracted to boys and girls...not very viable since all he's talked about these days was Melanie, but still. Shawn scratched his nose and finally sat down next to me. He looked at me, with those beautiful blue eyes...how can anyone...ANYONE in this world wanna humiliate this pure living angel? Humiliate him, you ask? I was so sure that was Melanie's hidden agenda I could scream! He swallowed and took a sip of his grape juice. "I didn't even think about that. You're like my only friend..." "Okay, Shawn, I'm sure that's not true..." "...Do you see other kids in here? Like ever?" he said, his voice suddenly thick with emotion. Wow...that actually drained me. "People at school says I'm weird. I'm a nerd. I'm a freak. Just because I'm not like them. I like to read. I like to ride my bike. All they wanna do is play video games and Switch all day. That's great and all...but that's not me! We don't have that kinda money!" I placed my hand on his shoulder. His upper body was shaking. God knows how long he had kept all of this inside him because I knew he'd never tell any of this to Susan. The kid had his pride. "Buddy, hey...look at me. Shawn, look at me." He finally did as he was told, and I could see his twelve year old soul was fighting desperately against crying before me. I squeezed his shoulder. I near damn caressed it. I couldn't stop...I loved him. I loved him so much it hurt. Call me a paedo, call me disgusting. I didn't care. "Shawn, not everyone out there is gonna like you. But you know what? There are people who is gonna like you, as well. You're such a great little guy, you're an amazing friend to me, even though I'm basically an adult. I care about you. And I just...I don't wanna mess you up by teaching you how to kiss, because we're two guys. Are you SURE about doing this?" Shawn was silent for a while, whilst his pre teen brain was processing all I said. For a while, I thought he was gonna say, no, we can't do this. But in the end...he leaned over and gave me a hug. Unlike the previous evening when he gave me one too, I didn't hesitate. I cuddled his skinny body to me as tight as I could. I was really honestly hoping he could feel the love inside me, spreading in and over him. He didn't pull back. Nor did I. Instinct...I placed the palm of my hand onto his face, and I heard him pull in his breath inside a total hiss. "l'll always be here for you," I whispered, looking right into his beautiful, sparkling eyes once more. In turn, he didn't look away either...I would have paid good money in knowing what was going through his mind... I caressed his skin...his body was trembling. Whether it was from sheer shock or sexual desire, I couldn't tell. His lips were opening slightly. They were plump and wet...rosy and without any blemishes. His face was tilting towards mine...I could see his eyes coming ever closer. "Oh, Shawn..." I whispered...before I simply couldn't control my self any more. ** Shawn sighed into what had to be his first ever kiss as I firmly, but gently placed my lips onto his. His body shivered...and I immediately placed my free arm around him to keep him warm. He melted into the kiss...and low and behold, I really didn't know what I had to teach him in that department because he was doing a pretty good job going on natural instincts himself. Over and over our lips pashed and made out, whilst I was doing my best to show him he was loved and protected...I suddenly released the kiss, and looked at him ...I slightly bit down on his bottom lip, and he made a roaring noise at the back of his throat and his breath was hoarse. His eyes was still closed, as it had been throughout the kiss. I leaned in and kissed Shawn's forehead. The little monster surprised me by nuzzling into me, his arms plunged around my neck and he refused to let me go. Something...I dunno what exactly ...had suddenly been awaken inside him, that was fucking clear. He cuddled into my chest, his body was still shivering. I held him to me, and I caressed his back and his soft, spiky hair. "It's okay...everything will be okay..." I whispered to him softly, over and over until he nodded, and his arms squeezed tighter around my midriff. We sat like that for, I dunno how long. For me, it was heaven on this earth. The greatest ever day. Holding the boy I loved finally, in my arms was all I ever could have wanted. ** "Shawn..." "...yeah?" came the sleepy reply. "I thought you said, you didn't know how to kiss." He lifted his head to look at me, worry now reflected in his eyes. "Did I do it wrong? I watched so many stuff on YouTube at school!" he said, perhaps a little too urgent. Like he was desperate that I should believe him. "Dude...wow, Shawn, you were awesome. No worries there, pal. I've had guys kissing me that had done a worse job you did. I've had...oh shit!" Horror spilled over me in human form as I realised I had just accidently outted myself to Shawn. God! I'm so stupid! I KNEW this was a crazy idea! Well, now he knows. I couldn't take it back, what I had said, and even if I did, he'd now never believe me. Shawn sat upright and held his hands together in a fist. He seemed to pay more interest in his grape juice than in me. Deafening silence filled out the living room. Just minutes ago we were kissing the crap out of each other and now...now this. My heart sank. So he was sort of a homophobe. Even at this tender age...for all I knew, Peter could have taught his son being gay is wrong and a mortal sin. Nevertheless. His silence spoke volumes. "I'm sorry, buddy. I'll just go..." "Why didn't you tell me?" I stopped. "That I'm gay?" "Yeah." I turned around and faced him. Why did he have to be so damn handsome for a kid his age? "Buddy, come on. You're straight. I'm gay. Your mom would never have allowed me to see you if she knew. And also, I didn't think you would want us to hang out, if you knew." Shawn stood up as well and he slowly walked over to me. As if he was scared ...perhaps even worried...or unsure, I didn't know which was the correct term. "Do you think...maybe ..." he stuttered. "Maybe what? You want me to leave?" I asked, my heart inside my throat. "No! Man, why so you wanna leave so badly? I wanted to ask, if we can try the kiss again. I wanna make sure I have it down perfect for Melanie on Saturday." Jesus, help me. How do I tell him Melanie is using him as her bitch...I cant! It will break his heart! That fucking hussy Melanie...god help me if my hunch was right and she and her cool kids gang even DARED make fun of him at her party. I honestly don't know what I'll do. If you love something...you set it free. If it comes back, its yours. If it doesn't, it never really was. "Sure, let's get you all loved up for your big night," I tried to make light of it. I can't let him see how much I wanted this. More than chocolate. I knelt down so I was level with his face, more or less. This time, it was him, taking the initiative. He placed both his hands softly and carefully on the sides of my neck...was he seeing Melanie in his mind's eye...? His hands were rough. Manly. Like a twelve year old boy who loves the outdoors should be. He leaned forward and hesitantly kissed me...his lips was so soft...so delicate...so absolutely perfect that I couldn't just kneel there 5and do nothing back. I grabbed his small body with both of my arms and kissed him like I would an adult male. His voice moaned his approval underneath my touch and he pushed himself even more into me. Our bodies were mashed together as if fused into metal. His saliva tasted of the grape juice he had earlier...so sweet and so much boy...I look my lips from his and kissed the side of his neck. Immediately he tensed up and let it a humongous moan that I was sure the neighbours could hear...like I cared. His skin tasted like pure sweat and boy...after a long day of learning at school. I near damn made love to his neck and collarbone with my lips...this was like, maybe the only EVER chance I'd get because the kid was clearly hopelessly straight...I felt his fingers sliding into my hair and caressing my scalp...Where was he learning all this? The sound of a key inside the lock of the front door shocked both me and Shawn into an obvlion. We scurried away from each other as fast as we damn could, before Susan walked in with her usual bags of shopping. "Kyle, hey! And how's my little hero doing today?" she asked as she gave her son a kiss. He was red faced as anything, his chest heaved and he couldn't stop looking over at me with a sheer longing in his eyes that would make the Titanic cry. "I'm ...me and Kyle ...we're...just..." He's gonna buckle under pressure, I saw it coming... "Your son actually has been invited to a party on Saturday night, Susan. And, there is this girl he likes," I squeaked out in sheer desperation. Shawn face me a dirty look, and I shrugged my shoulders. Susan had to know sometime, he obviously couldn't go without her permission. That confession brought on nearly a hundred questions from the concerned mother to which Shawn had to answer every single one, whilst giving me death stares all the time. With the tension and immediate danger now gone, I snickered softly as I saw how he was so incredibly uncomfortable with all this...he's never been invited anywhere before. Which was obviously why Susan was making such a big deal of this. I hadn't been home all afternoon, so I politely refused dinner with them, and said my goodbyes. Just as I was about to get into the elevator, their apartment door opened once more and out came a still very much red faced Shawn. "I'm so gonna get you for that!" he hissed, although I knew he wasn't really angry at me. "I'd like to see how, little man!" I joked back and he scowled once more. "Hey, can you come over on Saturday before the party? Maybe we can...you know...practice again?" You enjoyed it, didn't you, you sexy fucker? "Sure, I'll even style that spiky mess you call hair, for you." "What's wrong with my hair? Girls love it!" he hit back. "Oh they do? I thought you didn't have any friends except me..." "Shut up..." he finally gave in, and we both started giggling at the exact same time. Spending time with him...man, oh man...it felt like I belonged somewhere for the very first time in my life. I was so much in love. So much. Just, just merely being with him, was enough. Talking to him was a bonus. Kissing him...was magic. One day, when he's older, he'd understand. When he finally finds that someone he loved with all his heart, like I did him...he'd know what I was going through. He waved at me, before he closed their door behind me. They were moving in with me soon. It was gonna be torture. I literally couldn't wait. ** THANKS FOR READING!! FINALLY! THEY KISSED! Is Shawn really as straight as he seems... ?? 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