Game Boy Part 1 - Sex Stories

Game Boy Part 1

At first I thought he must be selling something. He looked clean-cut and respectable, with a smart bomber jacket over his crisp white shirt and wearing a pair of black trousers and trendy geek-chic specs. He stopped me as I was walking out of the HMV shop in Birmingham city centre, opening with a refreshingly polite 'excuse me sir' and throwing me his best attempt at a cute-boy smile when I gave him my attention. As he babbled on it took me a minute or so to figure out what he actually wanted. Having expected him to ask me questions about my energy provider or some such, I think I was trying to somehow connect the words he was saying to British Gas or N-Power or something like that. But he just kept going on about forgetting his ID and telling me some convoluted story of how far away he lived and how many buses he'd have to catch to fetch it. "Sorry, but what is it you actually want from me?" I queried at length. "I just need you to buy me a game," he said with shrug, like it was the most normal thing to ask of a total stranger you'd just met in the street. Seeing me make to turn away from him, he quickly added, "I mean, I'll give you the money – I'm not asking you to pay for it for me – I just want you to go over to the cash desk to do that side of things." "Why can't you buy it?" I asked him distrustfully, suspecting that I was being set up for a scam. "That's what I've been telling you – I forgot my ID," he replied, a touch on the irritable side. "I am eighteen – I swear ...

... to God – but I left my student card in my room." I looked him up and down. He could well be eighteen. He had a cute, boyish face under his thick-rimmed glasses but his chin betrayed a fine growth of stubble. His build was on the chubby side and could still be described as puppy fat, but he was at least as tall as my son, who was also eighteen. "So why did you come in to the city without your ID if you knew you were going to buy the game?" I asked. "I was working this morning," he replied, gesturing at his white shirt and black trousers and throwing me a look like I was stupid to assume he always came out dressed like this. "A guy I work with told me about the game and I wanted to buy it so I can play it on my day-off tomorrow." Seeing that I was still sceptical but could well be close to taking the bait, he took out his wallet and showed me that he had a stash of ten pound notes inside which I assumed would cover the price of the game. "Okay, I'll buy it for you," I said brightly which made him smile rather cutely at me. "But in return, I'd like you to do something for me." "If I can," he shrugged. "Whatever you want..." I smiled back at him. This was exactly the sort of response I'd been hoping for. "Whatever I want, eh?" He nodded and I asked him, maintaining my smile, "Even if what I'd like you to do is of a sexual nature?" He laughed at that – he actually thought I was joking – but when I didn't laugh back and just kept smiling pleasantly, he blushed and muttered there was ...