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I tried to write about what happened next in the comments of my 1st post, but it didn’t really work. It’s my 1st time on this site.
I saw the 12yo again a couple days after. We had swapped numbers while we were smoking that joint and I texted him the next day, telling him to make sure he doesn’t tell anyone about what happened. He replied and said he won’t, then he sent another text saying that his sister is gone for a few days and he’s got the house to himself and asking if I want to come over. I thought about it for hours, and even though I knew it was a bad idea I eventually decided to go see him again. I told myself that I would just calmly explain the situation and why we can’t see each other again, and really hammer home that he can’t go bragging to his friends about this. I think deep down I knew that wasn’t what was going to happen.
I went to see him again the next morning, his house was just a short walk from where I was living. I just needed to talk to him to make sure he understood that he can’t go bragging about me, and I felt like the only way to get him out of my head was to see him again so I could move on. It was a little surreal seeing him again, he looked a lot closer to his real age than I remember from the party. He definitely was a lot more developed and physically mature than the average kid his age, but looking at him I could still tell that he was a preteen boy, and it made me even more determined to end things definitively. He was shorter than I remember as well, I remember him as being only a little shorter than me but today I was looking down at him, I think the boots he was wearing at the party added 2 or 3 inches to his height. He invited me in and I immediately made it clear that I was only here to talk, nothing else, and he said he knew that. We sat on the couch and I told him that the whole thing at the party was a big mistake and I never would have done anything with him if he hadn’t lied about his age. He apologized for that. I told him how much trouble I’d get in if anyone found out and he promised that would never happen. He said he knows I don’t deserve any consequences since I didn’t do anything wrong and he’d feel terrible if anything bad happened to me, so he’s 100% committed to keeping it a secret. I was so relieved, it was exactly what I was hoping to hear, he was very reasonable about the whole thing and seemed to take the situation and his promise seriously. I even laughed a little and told him how worried I was, and he said I shouldn’t be, he said he’s mature for his age and not the bragging type anyway and he wouldn’t have told anyone even I hadn’t asked him not to.
Then he took out a joint and said he’d just rolled it before I came over and since he’s got the house to himself we can smoke it indoors, and he offered to share it with me. I said “wouldn’t that be ‘corrupting a minor’ or something?” and he replied “I think you’re way past that already!”, I laughed and agreed to smoke it with him. While we were passing it back and forth I got curious about his history and I asked when he lost his virginity, and he told me the story. It was over a year ago and he’d just turned 11, he was on vacation in a beach town and he was looking for girls. At this point he’d been masturbating and cumming for a while and he wanted to lose his virginity. He hit it off with a tourist girl who was 14, he lied about his age and said he was 13. He was large and overdeveloped for his age already so it was plausible. They walked on the beach, kissed, he brought her back to his hotel room and they had sex. I was kind of impressed and I asked him some more questions about his sex life. He told me that in the last year he’s probably had sex with 10-12 different girls, all of them older than him, mostly aged high school aged. He said he’s always found it very easy to get girls interested in him, though admitted that he does lie about his age a lot to get them in bed, but some of them knew his real age. I asked how often he has sex and he said around 3 or 4 times a week generally, not necessarily with different girls every time, he has a few in his regular rotation. I asked who the oldest was before me and he said 21, a friend of his sister.
I asked him for details on some things and he ended up telling me the story of seducing his babysitter back when he was 11 and his parents still hired one for him. I didn’t intend for this to happen, but listening to him tell these stories about himself was starting to turn me on, I could feel tingles everywhere and I was starting to get wet. I knew I should get up and leave but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Telling the story was having the same effect on him as listening to it was having on me, he was wearing loose grey sweat pants and I could see the outline of his cock against his thigh, hardening up under the fabric. I must have been staring at it too obviously because he interrupted his story to (jokingly) tell me “hey, eyes up here!” I snapped out of it and felt my face go red as I tore my eyes away from his cock and up to his face, which was now very close to mine… Yeah. I didn’t have time to think, it just happened, suddenly we were making out passionately and rolling around on the carpet together. Without a word we ripped each other’s clothes off and he plunged himself into me as soon as he could, I was already soaking wet. It was absolutely amazing and within 30 seconds I already had my first orgasm, it was even better than at the party and without a doubt the best sex I’ve ever had. I suppose because this time we hadn’t been drinking, but also I think the taboo-ness of knowing his real age this time had me even more turned on. I didn’t put a condom on him (unlike last time) and that made it feel better as well, but it also meant that when he came it all went deep inside me. Crazily in the moment I didn’t mind and I didn’t even bother to put a condom on him for round 2.
That round was interrupted when we heard banging on the door, suddenly the boy remembered that some of his friends were coming over today to play video games. I panicked and gathered up my clothes from the floor, the only place I could see to hide was behind the couch so I scrambled behind there and lay down as I heard his friends opening the door and walking down the hall. As they were entering the living room I realized that I didn’t have my bra, and then I heard one of the kids say “there’s a bra on the couch!” I was terrified that I was caught, but the boy said “Cindy came over last night and left that here this morning” and that explanation satisfied his friends. I don’t know who Cindy is, one of his fuck buddies I guess. He told his friends there was something he needed to show them in his room, clearly trying to give me an opportunity to sneak out, which I appreciated. When they were all upstairs I picked up my clothes (had to leave the bra) and tiptoed out the back door, then put my clothes on and climbed over the fence and out of the garden. My heart was beating so fast and I could still feel his cum inside me, leaking out onto my panties.
I was so ashamed and mad at myself afterward. I went over there determined to end things for good between us, but instead I just made things much much worse. I don’t know what to do. Having sex with him when I honestly thought he was 16 was one thing but I couldn’t believe I did it with a boy I knew to be only 12, I kept asking myself “what the fuck is wrong with me?”. And I couldn’t believe how much this boy had taken over my mind, no matter how much I tried to distract myself I couldn’t stop thinking about him even for a second. I had left my wallet at his house too, when I got home he texted me to say he found it under the couch and if I want he can come return it (along with my bra), but I knew I couldn’t trust myself around him.
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