Date: Tue, 15 Sep 2020 17:53:46 +0200
From: Ryan White <liciousryan@gmail.com>
Subject: Jailbait Chapter 6

HOLA PEEPS!!
Oh boy...will Kyle and Shawn finally work things out in this chapter??
You're just gonna have to read to find out lol!
As always, feedback is welcome. My email is liciousryan@gmail.com

Stay safe,
Ryan

JAILBAIT
CHAPTER SIX

"What took you so long, I'm freaking out!"

Said a very energetic little twelve year old monster who was about to go
out on his first ever date later that afternoon...well, that's what he
likes to call it.

The most popular girl in his middle school had the great idea to invite
Shawn, who, lets face it, and remember how much I have fallen in love with
my fresh faced little tyke, but he was a bit of a loner and he might even
from his peers have been considered somewhat of a weirdo.

I mean, which twelve year old boy stays home all the time and collects
coloured rocks as a hobby?

Still, if nerds these days came in stunningly sexy packages at twelve years
of age, by any means, give me my own set of those coloured rocks!

At this point, Shawn's mother Susan must have had it up to here with her
young son's demands. I could even hear them shouting as I entered the third
floor from the elevator. They were due to move in with me the following
day, so all their belongings were neatly stacked inside the living room,
which is why Shawn couldn't find any of his clothes he so much wanted to
wear to the party.

Getting back to that Melanie girl inviting Shawn to her party...now I was a
teacher at an all girls middle school, and I knew what bitches they could
be. The more popular they were, the more meaner they were as well, as it
had been for generations. Shawn explicitly told me that he had heard
Melanie say they were going to have "fun" with him. In his twelve year old
horny as hell mind, that meant...well, you can guess.

But really...why would the most hottest, popular girl invite someone like
Shawn to her house, in front of all her fellow delinquents...it doesn't
make sense!

I was convinced for a few days now leading up to the party that she was
planning something. She and her skanky army of girl friends. If only they'd
take off their plastic eyelids and see Shawn for the stunningly handsome
young man he was, they wouldn't be doing this.

Not at all...have they ever seen Shawn shirtless? With wet hair? Have they
ever...kissed him?

Because I have...and I did.

You might recall in the previous chapter that Shawn had asked me to teach
him how to kiss a girl, which after a lot of soul searching, I eventually
agreed to do.

Man...that twelve year old boy's lips were as soft as I had ever
encountered. His little boy body held against mine as my fingers caressed
his back and shoulders whilst we playing tongue tennis was...words can't
describe. I've only gone and fallen for a boy who was straight AND out of
my age range. Thirteen years was a big difference. I had to be real, here.

Thing is...he had asked me last night if we can practise, the "kissing
thing" as he liked to call it, again this afternoon, as to be fully
prepared apparently, for what he thought was going to be a great night with
the infamous Melanie.

Did I really wanna break his little kiddie heart by telling him what I was
suspecting?

That they only invited him as a joke?

That they were going to get their kicks from humiliating the middle school
nerd?

I couldn't. I shook my head, as I saw how his eyes shone...he was obviously
excited about being invited to Melanie's party, that nothing else made
sense.

God...he was gonna hate me if I said anything. Once a boy was in love with
a girl, or a boy, for that matter, the last thing you wanted to hear about
them, was anything remotely negative.

"Kyle! Think this looks okay?" Shawn asked as he paraded in front of me in
a white t-shirt, skinny blue jeans that Susan told me she was forced to buy
only yesterday, despite not really having the financials, as well as a
buttoned shirt that was draped loosely across his shoulders.

Susan cake into the living-room and winked slyly at me.

"No, not at all. We both think you look like a troll."

"Really? Shit..."

"Language! Honey, we're just pulling your leg! Melanie can consider herself
lucky that my handsome son is coming to her party. Anyway, Kyle, I know
this is totally taking advantage, but would you mind staying with him for a
few minutes? I have to withdraw some cash at the ATM for tomorrow's move."

"Susan, I told you..."

"Look, buddy, the only way me and Shawn are moving in with you, is if you
allow me to help with the rent. If not, we're outta here. Take your pick."

I knew Susan had her pride, buy I also knew it was near the end of the
month and how skint they were...still, I smiled and nodded, putting her
mind at ease.

"Once I'll get back, then I will take you to Melanie's, okay? And don't
give Kyle a hard time like you've given me already today!" Susan said
strictly, and patted me in the shoulder.

"Good luck, he's been like that all day..." she whispered and winked one
more time.

Sometimes I really got the impression she could read minds. Which wouldn't
count in my favour, whatsoever.

**

Finally we were alone in the near empty apartment. The bigger stuff of
theirs were all in storage since I had my own furniture, and after much
deliberations, I had finally convinced Susan that I could pay for the
storage unit usage.

Little Shawn was busy marching up and down the corridor and I could hear
him mumbling the words "be cool, be cool" to himself over and over.

It was nearly time for him to go to the party, and I saw that his perfect
blond hair was still flopping over his eyes. Poor kid, it was obvious that
he had never been invited to a party of this kind before.

I knew he was a loner, but I couldn't understand why. He was sexy! Not just
cute, he was sexy! So why couldn't those stuck up girls at his school see
it?

"Buddy, over here!"

He had a scowl in his face as he entered the living-room, as I had
seemingly interrupted his pep talk to himself.

"Okay Shawn, we have to do something about that hair of yours. I'm pretty
sure I can style it just perfectly. But it's all up to you?"

Shawn reached up and ran his fingers through that clean as a whistle, blond
hair of his. It tinkered through his fingers and fell right back in to
position across his forehead.

I dunno what it was...but I was a real sucker for a boy's hair...seeing him
run his fingers through it as he did, made my dick plump up and I suddenly
had the good sense to take a seat on one of the several crates standing
around...I just hoped he didn't notice anything.

He knew I was gay, as I had accidently outted myself in front of him last
chapter. Funny...he didn't seem to really mind, as I recall.

"Okay, but I don't have hair gel or anything..." Shawn said dejectedly, and
whilst I was inside my own perverted thoughts, the little shit had been in
front of the mirror, checking out his mane.

"I'll go and fetch some. Will you be okay here?"

"Of course I will, I'm not a baby!" came the sarcastic answer.

Yeah. Go on, then. Big boy going to a girl's birthday party. Suddenly
everyone came a distant second place. I sighed, and left the apartment.

**

"Okay, now you stand still, and don't move, otherwise this is gonna totally
look like crap. You wanna look good for Melanie, right?" I warned as I had
finished wetting his hair, which he was now busy drying off.

"You sure this is a good idea, Kyle? I've never gelled my hair before. I've
only ever spiked it after washing it," Shawn said, with a worried look on
his face.

Typical pre teen boy. Now doubting everything he believed in, because it
MIGHT embarrass him to Melanie. I really started to hate that bitch, and I
haven't even met her.

I lathered up my hands with copious amounts of the hair gel and signalled
him to come closer. Little by little he did, and I told him to kneel down
before me. The moment my fingers touched his hair, he hissed.

"Shawn, do you trust me?"

"Kyle, it's not that..."

"Shawn...do you trust me?"

He looked down, and he fidgeted with his own fingers.

"Yes, you know I do. I even let you kiss me," came the answer from the
stressed little rascal.

I winched at how easy that little fact was openly said...and I prayed
silently he'd never might tell that to Susan as easily.  I'd be totally
thrown in jail immediately, even though he had asked me to kiss him.

I knew exactly what I was doing as I styled his hair into a very modern
look, and even I was impressed by what I had accomplished. Not that I
didn't have it easy...he looked like a bloody film star now with his blue
eyes, blond gelled hair and with what he was wearing...maybe, just maybe,
Melanie's eyes will open when she sees how the "nerd" she invited to her
party looked now!

Jesus...my cock was thickening yet again. But god help me, this kid before
me was turning me on like no person had ever had before. He's...he's
beautiful...

I stood up and walked out of the bathroom, leaving him to admire his
reflection.

I knew he would probably care more about how he looked for Melanie rather
than worry about me, and I had to get outta there.

My eyes was tearing up like a mother fucker. Poor Shawn wasn't gonna
understand why I was crying. How could he? He didn't know jack shit how I
felt about him! And how was I supposed to tell him that I was more than
heart broken over him going nuts over a girl?

I wiped my tears. It wasn't gonna help to cry. It wasn't gonna help for
shit. The boy was straight. He wasn't into dudes. Or boys. Or grown ass men
like me.

And that, Kyle, you were just gonna have to find a way to live
with. Because it was your horny ass who invited them to live with you, only
so you could keep Shawn in your life. That's karma for you.

I heard the key turn in the door and in came Susan.

We were still gonna practice kissing...he clearly forgot about that or
simply didn't care anymore.

"Oh my gosh! Look ay you!" Susan shrieked in sheer excitement as she saw
her son, finally ready, coming out of the bathroom. I have to admit, the
kid looked like a fucking model. He was so handsome. So incredibly
sexy...innocent and raw. He didn't even know how insanely good looking he
was.

"Mooooom! You're embarrassing me! Kyle helped me with my hair and
everything. You really think I look okay?"

See? My eyes rolled. Geez, kid. If only you could see yourself through a
paedo's eyes.

And if my theory was correct this little angel was going to remember that
evening for all the wrong reasons...

**

"Susan, please don't think I'm weird or stepping on toes, but can I please
have a word with Shawn alone, before you guys go?"

I dunno what made me say that. I literally don't. I was shocked to my core
after I spoke out.

Susan frowned a little and looked back at her son, before she shrugged.

"Sure, I guess. Anything I need to know?"

"Just...some advice. I...uhm...I mean, I teach twelve year old girls like
Melanie, after all," I tried my best to cover up, but somehow I think there
was indeed damage done. Susan looked anything but impressed.

"Okay, well...all good. I'll be waiting downstairs the car then, I guess
I'm not needed. I'm only his mother..." she said sarcastically, looking
straight at me.

Fuck...me and her always had such a great friendship...I really had went
too far now telling her I wanted to be on my own with Shawn. I closed my
eyes as she slammed the door behind her in sheer desperation.

"You made Mom angry," Shawn said, stating the bloody obvious.

"Look, you're gonna hate me. But I need to say this. When you get to the
party just now, I mean...if anyone tries to get you to do anything you
don't want to, or maybe something you think is wrong..."

"Are you okay, Kyle?" he asked, his eyes wide.

"Shawn, my god, look, I know these popular middle school girls! There is a
reason they invited you! And I don't think it's because she likes you!
Okay?"

The look on Shawn's face made my heart sink. Why did I go and open my big
mouth, for heaven's sake! Who am I kidding ...I had to...I can't let him go
and him not knowing he was walking straight into a teenage girl's trap.

"Why would Melanie invite me if she didn't like me?" came the multi million
dollar question from the boy I loved with all my heart.

I sighed.

"Shawn, because...because girls like Melanie doesn't usually hang out with
boys like you! There, I said it. Now why do you think she invited you?
Think about it!"

Shawn looked like he was about to cry. His bottom lip started to shake
slightly...and now I really felt like shit. Make no mistake, he knew
exactly what I was implying.

"I never wanna see you again!" he shouted before he ran out of their
apartment and like his mother, he too slammed the door shut.

Tears were freely streaming down my face. I didn't know what the fuck to do
now. I might have just ruined everything we had...whatever we had. Any hope
I still had in my mind for a potential romance between me and him...

Perhaps this was for the best. I couldn't be around him anymore,
realistically, if I wanted to keep my fucking sanity. Everything happens
for a reason.

I just honestly hoped, I was wrong about Melanie, and her gang of
friends. Maybe she DOES like Shawn, just as he was. Maybe she didn't have
any dark motives.

Too late now. Damage was done.

**

I was watching some soccer about eight a clock in the evening when I heard
my phone ring. I didn't even get up to answer it.

About an hour after Shawn had stormed out of their apartment, I had a very
interesting visit from a furious Susan. As I had fully expected, he had
told his mother everything that I had told him, complete with a few tails
added to it.

"Where the fuck do you get off telling my son he's not good enough for that
girl?" she screamed in the middle of the corridor, at the top of her voice
after refusing to come inside.

"Susan, I only told him what I had suspected, I never meant to hurt him..."

"Like you didn't want me there to hear this? I could have perhaps asked you
for MORE info, like WHY you think this Melanie girl is trouble. You had
plenty of time to speak up before today! But once I was in the car with
him, how was I supposed to refuse him to go!"

I had no answer. This whole thing was getting way out of control.

"Susan, I'm sorry. That's all I can say, I just didn't want Shawn to get
hurt..."

"Know what? Thanks for your offer for us to move in, but I don't think this
is gonna work. You have...I'm sorry, but you have a weird thing going on
with Shawn, and it's not the first time I've noticed it. I've kept quiet
until now, but this is it. You're a twenty-five year old man. My son is
thirteen. And the moment he gets a girlfriend, you have a problem with
it. You spend nearly ALL your time with him, you offer us your place the
moment we have to move. You even gelled his hair ...I mean, you realise
what this looks like, Kyle? Do you?"

I think that was the cherry on the cake. She hitting the nail dangerously
close in the head. I was so shocked that she had even seemingly figured it
out, that I couldn't even protest.

My silence only meant one thing to her. In the end, she was a mother to a
young boy.

"Thought so. Stay way from him, stay away from me. I'll call the cops, I
mean it, if you ever come near him again. People like you, disgust me!"

Well, can't say that wasn't coming. I knew I was pushing my luck with
Shawn, because I loved him so much. It was bound to happen that Susah would
get suspicious.

Why...why did I tell that to Shawn and demand that his mother not be
present...god!

My phone's ringtone beeped again.

"Fuck off!" I shouted, not even caring if the neighbours heard me.

I didn't know what to do...part of me wanted to try and fix things with
Susan and Shawn, but the other part told me to stay away.

Technically, she had no proof I was sexually interested in Shawn, but she
was right. I didn't know how things between us three could EVER be the same
again. She had accused me of being a paedophile, and although it was true,
it was still a major insult, if you weren't sure about the facts like Susan
was.

Ring after ring my phone beeped to the accord, that I eventually leaped up
and grabbed the fucking thing, and got ready to throw it against the
living-room wall, when I saw who had been calling me.

SHAWN.

**

He had called me a total of four times already.

Fuck this.

"Shawn? Buddy?"

All I heard on the other end was a sniffing of sorts. A throat being
cleared.

"Shawn? Talk to me!"

"Kyle..."

Oh my god, he was crying. His voice was shaky and trembling.

"Shawn, talk to me! Where are you?"

"Come and fetch me...please..."

I grabbed my keys and stormed out of my apartment as fast as I could. I
didn't see the need to trouble Susan, because she would never allow me near
her son again, and now wasn't the time. They didn't have transport either.

He had called me, for a reason. I knew something was wrong, and I knew I
had been right. Why would he be crying? Something had happened at that damn
party, I just knew it.

I recalled where he said Melanie lived and I solemnly drove through three
red lights in order to get there as fast as I could.

As I neared the house of the little madam in question, I saw a smallish,
lonely figure sitting on the edge of the pavement. My heart literally broke
in pieces as I saw it was indeed Shawn...with his head buried between his
legs.

I got out of the car before I had quite completely stopped, and I ran to
him. He was covered...in a mixture of egg and assorted paints...he was
shaking and crying at the same time...his beautiful blond hair that I had
gelled so delicately was covered in what looked like flour or some kind of
baking powder.

THAY BITCH! HOW DARE SHE? I KNEW THIS WOULD HAPPEN!

I carefully placed my hand on Shawn's shaking shoulder, and he looked up at
me.

"Kyle..." he whispered in recognition, before he launched himself on to me.

He clung to me like I would disappear if he had let me go. His whole boy
body was shaking like he was having a fit, and I could feel his tears
flowing freely from his eyes.

"It's okay, buddy. It's okay. I'm here. I'll always be here. You're gonna
be okay..." I whispered over, and over, as I held him to me.

He buried his face inside my neck as I spoke. I closed my eyes as the
moonlight shone onto both of us.

Inside a certain house across the road, there were loud music pumping so
hard that I didn't know how the neighbours were even handling it. I picked
up Shawn in my arms carefully, and took him to my car, still parked halfway
inside the middle of the road at my sudden need to get to him. I gently
placed him inside the car, where he still clung to me.

"Don't go...don't leave me!" he moaned and I winced at the pain inside that
beautiful voice.

"I'll be back now. Stay here. I promise," I whispered back before closing
the passenger door.

I walked up to Melanie's house and took hold of the number. I got my phone
out and called the police. I reported the noise to the cops and took hold
of the open hose pipe that was laying on the ground.

Carefully I took the end, and I placed it through the wide open
window. They were so busy dancing inside and the several strobe lights that
was flashing about, they never noticed me. I turned on the tap, with an
evil smirk in my face and allowed the water to flow inside the house.

By the time they would notice anything happening, the living room would be
absolutely flooded. That's what you get for messing with the boy I loved.

**

I stopped the elevator at the third floor, but Shawn furiously shook his
head, back at the apartment building.

"Buddy? Your mom must be worried by now," I said softly, caressing his
shoulder.

"I don't want her to know. She'll go nuts..." he said, still looking down
at the floor.

I sighed, and I pressed the number five, for my floor.

Inside my apartment, I shuddered as I thought what it would look like to
Susan if she knew I was alone in here with Shawn after everything she had
said to me.

I turned on the shower and made sure it was nice and warm, but of course
not too much, just perfect.

"Buddy you wanna take off those clothes? I can put them in my washing
machine, and I promise they'll be as good as new," I asked.

Shawn nodded and he started to remove his clothes before I could stop him.

Firstly, the buttoned shirt, and then his t-shirt, showing off his
beautiful slim twelve year old body...and then finally, his skinny jeans.

As he stepped out of said jeans, he wanted to take off his underwear, but
it was there that I had chosen to stop him.

"It's fine, buddy. Go and have your shower. You don't need to take that
off. Are you gonna be okay?"

He slowly nodded and walked to my bathroom like a sheer lamb to the
slaughter.

I cursed that fucking Melanie. What dis they do to him? He had been so
excited for the party ...and look at him now. He was miserable!

I gathered his dirty, smelly clothes and placed it inside my automatic
washer. Soon, all those stains would all be gone. Never to be seen again.

Couldn't say the same, however, about what Shawn had gone through, tonight,
though.

**

When he was finally done, he turned up inside my living-room wearing
nothing but a towel around his waist. I hoped to God he still had his
underwear on.

"Want something to eat?" I asked, trying my best not to check him out.

But geez...this beautiful semi naked boy before me with his hair all wet
and his torso all exposed...it wasn't as easy. Not at all.

He shook his head and stood close, next to me. It seemed like he was
scared...and I placed my arm around him.

He leaned into my midriff, keeping his head completely onto my chest. I
lovingly cradled his body in my arms, and I listened to his chest gently
breathing.

"Melanie...she said...she said I was invited only so she could show her
friends what a...what a poor faggot nerd looks like..." he said his voice
breaking.

A rawness inside me at the unfairness of it all dwarfed all my logical
thinking. I knelt before him and looked him directly in his eyes.

"Shawn, now you listen to me. You're not a faggot. Never! You are...the
most beautiful boy I have ever seen. You're literally the coolest little
dude I know. Don't you EVER think about what she said ever again. You hear
me? You're the best little friend I ever had."

A tear escaped out of my eye, and it rolled down my face, his eyes widening
as he saw it.

"I'm so sorry about earlier. I really didn't mean to hurt you. I was afraid
this might happen. I'm sorry, buddy. I never, ever wanted to hurt
you. You're...you're way too important to me."

Shawn was silent, as I spoke. Another tear fell down my eye and it rolled
down my face. It was lile I couldn't stop.

I felt something on my cheek. My mouth opened slightly as I saw Shawn had
reached down and had wiped my tears from my face.

Both of us stared at the other for what seemed like hours, even though it
was only about a minute.

"You really care about me..." Shawn whispered.

Without speaking, I nodded. My eyes told him everything he wanted to
know. There was no way I could hide the truth any longer.

Shawn came closer to me, and he placed his hands on the sides of my face.

"I love you, Kyle..." he said, before kissing my lips, so softly that I
couldn't believe they belonged to a boy.

The kiss lasted just a few seconds, before he pulled away. His eyes swam in
several unshed tears.

"You were only looking out for me, I get that now. You're like, my only
friend in the world. You hang out with me. You saved me the day I fell off
the bike. I'm...I'm sorry..."

I took my little monster in my arms and hugged him to me. His face was
buried in my chest, and I felt his arms around my neck as he, again held me
close.

"I love you too, my little man," I whispered back, and I felt his arms
tighten around me, as I spoke.

We stood in unison inside my kitchen, his dirty clothes inside my washer
all but forgotten.

All that mattered in that moment, was the two of us.

Me, and Shawn.

Tomorrow, would have to wait.

Because we have chosen to live, for right now.

**

THANKS FOR READING!!

FINALLY!!

But now...what about Susan?? She'll never accept this!! Or will she?

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