Secrets

West Middle School: Keenan & Austin

Without opening his eyes, Keenan ran his free hands over his boy until his wrist ran into a soft bit of hair. The blankets were at his feet. Opening his eyes didn’t help him see much because his dark, long hair was in his eyes. Austin head was lying on Keenan’s chest. As he stirred, Austin’s long, blonde hair tickled Keenan’s chest. An arm loosely rested over Keenan’s body. His pinned arm was holding Austin. This wasn’t how they fell asleep. Keenan wondered how this had happened, knowing they shouldn’t have slept in the same bed, especially after Austin had decided they should both just sleep in their boxers only.

Austin turned his head over and looked at Keenan. “Morning. Nice dreams?”

Keenan pushed his hair out of his eyes, while Austin moved his head. Sure enough, Kennan had a boner sticking out of the hole in his boxers.

“Sorry.” Keenan blushed.

“It’s okay. It’s kinda cute.” Austin reached out and grabbed it.

Keenan gasped. He was about to object, but Austin’s fingers were brushing lightly against the tip. Keenan just giggled childishly. When Austin sat up and turned toward it, Keenan saw his boner tenting up his own boxers, threatening to pop the button off.

Austin licked his lips. His head moved down toward Keenan’s penis. Keenan reached down to stop Austin. His hand was on his hair, about to pull it to keep Austin away from his penis, when Austin licked it from base to tip. At the tip, Austin pushed his top lip over it and slid his mouth down the full length of his six inch skinny penis. Keenan, then, just ran his fingers though Austin’s messed up hair. Austin’s tight throat clinched around Keenan’s penis, then he pulled back up. His lips were the last thing to rub against the tip of Keenan’s penis before Austin smiled at Keenan.

The dark headed boy was about to ask Austin to go back to what he was doing, when Austin started kissing up his skinny belly. The butterfly kisses extended all the way up Keenan’s chest. As Austin kissed up Keenan’s neck, he pinched Keenan’s nipples lightly. Keenan let out a small cry. Austin trailed up his chin and while Keenan’s mouth was still open, Austin kissed him and slipped his tongue into Keenan’s mouth before it completely shut. Keenan felt helpless to Austin probing his mouth with his tongue. Austin is pressing hard against his body, humping him. Their penises pulsate next to each other with a layer of fabric between them.

Keenan tried to push Austin away. He needed air. Austin moved his head to the side of Keenan’s face and whispered to him. “I’m going to suck you off. So, just relax.”

A line of kisses brought Austin back to Keenan’s penis. He licked it, then yanked Keenan’s boxers off of him. Going back to Keenan’s penis, Austin licked at the tip like it’s a lolly pop. Each small lick against Keenan’s pee hole sent sensations through his entire body. His toes were at a perceptual curl. As he pulled his tongue back in, it moistened his lips. Pressed tightly together, his lips pushed against Keenan’s penis, only separating enough to allow the tip in his mouth. His tongue swirled and circled around it

Keenan balled the sheets up in his hands.

Opening his eyes slightly, all Keenan could see is a mess of blonde hair bobbing up and down on his penis. He shut them again.

As if the warm mouth on Keenan’s penis wasn’t enough, Austin kept taking it down his throat. The two feelings contrasted completely. A warm wet tongue teased his penis, then a tight throat put pressure on it that pushed out pre cum. It only took about three minutes of that for Keenan to cum down Austin’s throat. It was like Austin knew he was cumming because he kept his throat on it, clinched tightly.

While Keenan caught his breath, Austin pulled his boxers off and starts jerking himself. His naked butt sits down on Keenan’s chest. As he jerked, his butt slid over Keenan’s chest. Keenan wasn’t sure what to do. He didn’t know if he was supposed to suck Austin or just jerk him or if he should just lie there. Paralyzed by it all, he just lied there.

A few deep moans later, Austin came on Keenan’s upper chest and face. The warm cum felt weird dripping down Keenan’s face. Austin leaned in and licked the cum off of Keenan’s face. Sitting up on him, Austin smiled and winked at Keenan.

Austin moved his head in one more time and his lips lightly pressed against Keenan’s lips. He lightly murmured, “I love you.”

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Center Elementary: Dru & Braden

It was an extremely dark night out. The moon was new. And the stars hardly light up behind the deep clouds. Dru woke up from a nightmare about Justin as an actual vampire coming after him to kill him. Only, when he caught up to him, he sucks the blood from Dru’s penis. His body was covered in sweat and his underwear was sticky and pulled at his shrinking penis.

Dru got out of bed and went to the bathroom. He stripped down and got in the shower. He turned the water on. It was cold for a short time, making him gasp. While it warmed up, Dru got the soap. He started scrubbing his body, paying close attention to his penis and balls. He tried to was the nightmare away.

When he was satisfied with how clean he was, he turned the water off. Pulling the curtain to one side, a figure stood there, scaring him. It was his little brother, Braden, standing in his Ben Ten little-boy’s-briefs.

“What’s wrong?” The young boy looked worried.

Dru let his heart beat slow back down as he tried to understand Braden’s question. At first, he thought it was a silly question because someone standing outside a shower curtain at night was frighten anyone. Then, he realized that his brother knew something wasn’t right with him. That’s when his lower lip started to quiver.

“I had a nightmare. I think I did something bad.” It took everything for him to keep his voice from shaking, to not seem near as upset as he felt.

Braden nibbled on the side of his lip, thinking. He grabbed a towel and handed it to Dru. “Dry off.”

Dru took the towel from his younger brother. He felt so confused, but he dried off. When he was dry, Braden sat him down on the toilet and combed his hair. Each stroke felt excellent and calmed him down.

Braden took a hold of Dru’s hand. Their fingers interlaced. His younger brother lead him to his room. In the room, he lead Dru to his bed, broke their hands apart, and pushed Dru down on the bed by his shoulders, sitting him down. Crossing the room, the second grader crept back over to his fifth grade brother.

“Lay on your belly,” Braden commanded.

Dru obeyed, even though he was still naked.

Small hands lightly rubbed Dru’s back. It felt amazing.

“What happened?” Braden’s voice was soft and calming.

“I went to this guy’s house—”

“Justin?”

“Yeah. And something weird happened.”

“What?” Braden really began to work Dru’s shoulders.

“He bit me.” Dru rolled over and showed his brother the mark.

Braden reached out and placed two of his fingers over the two triangular marks. His eyes squinted as he studied them. “These don’t look like teeth marks.” He scrunched up his nose, confused.

“He put his vampire fangs in.”

“And then?”

Dru sat up and looked into his brother’s steady eyes.

“Well, he sucked the blood, and I liked it.”

Braden smiled. His front two teeth were missing.

Dru lied back down, rolled over, and closed his eyes.

One hand ran up and down his back. “Why the nightmares?”

Dru stayed quiet. The hand ran down his back. At the lowest part of it, he expected the hand to stop, but it didn’t. The hand ran over his butt cheek. He lifted his hand. “What the?”

“Making sure you’re still awake.” Braden giggled.

“Think I’m wrong for enjoying it?”

“No,” Braden simply answered.

Dru rolled over and grabbed his brother and held him against his chest. Braden nuzzled into him.

They fell asleep together.

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South County High School: Seth & Tanner

 Tanner looked in the mirror and rubbed his head. He missed his beloved Jew-Fro, as he called it. His hair was very curly and stuck way up. He was totally inappropriate about it, but it made me laugh. It was like Margaret Cho, his comedic idol.

“Tanner, please,” Seth, a tallish, lanky boy with dirty-blonde, Bieberesk hair whined again.

“Why would I want to risk getting expelled, so that you could spend time with her?” Tanner asked, turning around to make sure he would see the look of disgust on his face.

Tanner and Seth had always been friends, even before Seth turned into the hottest boy in the class. Two years earlier, when they were in seventh grade, Seth had been a chubby boy with glasses. But he lost the weight, as well as the glasses. He was pulling ahead of Tanner, who recently lost his braces and glasses as well, but still had a freckle explosion on his face. The girl in question was tearing them apart. She hated Tanner. She had no soul. At least, she didn’t get their humor. When Tanner would talk about wearing a thong, she would act disgusted. When they talked about being boyfriends, she would cling onto Seth tighter. They weren’t gay. If they ever wanted to do anything sexual, no one would know, and that wouldn’t make them gay because Tanner would never do that with anyone else. He wasn’t even sure if he would with Seth. So, why should he even pull the fire alarm, risking getting expelled, just so Seth could run into the woods with his girl and hide out with her all day, so they could finally have sex?

Seth licked his lips. His naked torso hit the sheets of Tanner’s as he lied down on his side. The face he made gave away that he was thinking about what he could offer Tanner to get him to do it for him. They were troublemakers, sure. But they never did anything this wild.

“I’ll give you the one thing you’ll never get otherwise.” Seth grimaced in defeat.

Tanner stepped closer to him, pushing an ear toward him, ready to listen to what Seth thought he always wanted.

“I’ll give you the—” he swallowed hard— “blumpkin.”

That was the one sexual thing that Tanner always talked about. How did he know that Seth was serious about it?

Tanner narrowed his eyes. “Fine, but you do it before I do my part. I don’t want you chickening out.”

“How do I know you won’t chicken out?” Seth volleyed back.

Tanner sat right by Seth’s head. “Because my part will be easier for me to do than your part will be for you.”

“Fine,” Seth huffed.

The two boys played computer games and web cammed with a couple girls online from some other country. They loved to tease girls. A pair of hott twin girls showed up online at one point and made a deal with the boys.

As part one of their deal, Seth put his hand on Tanner’s cheek and pulled his head toward his. His face gravitated toward Tanner’s face and their lips brushed lightly against each other’s. Their eyes both flung to the screen as the girls started to make out with each other. When they pulled away, Seth and Tanner faced each other again and kissed, using tongue this time. This stuff was normal for them. Kissing didn’t mean anything at all. It wasn’t gay. It was to turn girls on. They both opened their mouths wide as they kissed to show the girls their tongues whirling around in each other’s mouths.

Pressure built down under on Tanner when the girls took their shirts off and licked each other’s nipples. He was tempted to pull it out and wank when the chat room kicked them out. That’s when Tanner felt the pressure in his anus as well. He needed to poop.

Tanner turned and smiled at Seth. “Now.”

Seth looked confused.

Tanner took his arm and dragged him to the bathroom, which connected to his bedroom, with him.

“Seriously?” Seth asked.

Tanner nodded in reply. He knew that Seth knew this was the only way he’d get what he wanted.

Already shirtless, Tanner only had to remove his pants and underwear and was completely naked. He sat down on the toilet and waited for Seth to get on his knees.

Seth hesitated.

“Come on, I can’t hold this poop all night.”

Seth got down on his knees and opened his mouth. Tanner grabbed the back of his head and guided it onto his penis. A warm tongue was on the bottom side of his penis. It felt nice.

The urge to poop was still there, but Tanner was having a hard time letting it go. His penis was contracting with each soft lick against the head. Tanner relaxed and ran his fingers through Seth’s hair. It was something he had seen in porn a few times.

The pressure on his anus was too much and the poop started to come out. His penis stiffened more as his waste slide across his prostate. His moan covered the plopping water sound. Another followed quickly. Seth’s mouth clinched around Tanner’s penis. He was gagging. Tanner knew the smell was bad. He yelled out as his climax came. He unexpectantly squirted into Seth’s mouth. His anus pushed out the last piece, and he rested against the back of the toilet, breathing hard with the most pleasure of his life.

Seth got up and spit in the sink and rushed out of the bathroom.

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West Middle School: Tyler, RJ, Hunter, Logan, and Keifer

RJ had a hard time keeping what Tyler did to him out of his head. During general music, he had taken to putting his feet up on Tyler’s desk. Since they sat with a wall to one side of them, Tyler would put his arms down and trace circles around RJ’s ankles. RJ liked girls, but he loved the attention Tyler was giving him.

One day RJ decided to be silly and sit on Tyler’s lap. Logan was the first to notice and asked RJ why he was suddenly so close with Tyler.

RJ told him to meet them at the ball diamonds that night and he’d understand.

That night, RJ was the first person to arrive at the diamonds. It was cool out. Nice weather for the warmth of getting off. RJ giggled to himself.

“What’s so funny?” Logan asked, coming around the corner of the dug out where RJ was sitting.

“Just...excited for you.” RJ tried to hide his own excitement by putting his dry hands in his lap.

Tyler finally walked in. He gulped hard, not able to hide the look of being caught. Mutters came from his mouth. He paced like he didn’t know what to do.

“It’s okay!” RJ hopped up from his spot and grabbed Tyler. He held him around his arms. The boy loosened up.

Logan stood. “What’s going on?”

“Tyler? Want to give Logan the gift?”

“What?” Tyler’s face went stone cold.

“You know.” RJ bobbed his head around with a knowing smile.

Tyler shook his head. “No. That was special for you.”

RJ pulled Tyler into a hug and whispered into his ear. “Please. I wanted to show Logan how wonderful this is.”

“Then you do it,” Tyler said loudly.

RJ pulled away from him. “Will you stay?”

Tyler rolled his eyes and nodded.

“WHAT’S GOING ON!?” Logan asked loudly again.

RJ nodded from Tyler to Logan. He walked over. They both started kissing on Logan’s neck.

Logan pushed at them, but he quickly let his arms drop. RJ really licked and sucked on Logan’s neck. While Logan was distracted with his neck, RJ unbuttoned and unzipped Logan’s shorts. They fell to the ground. Logan’s boner boinked up. RJ sunk down to his knees with little energy. That didn’t stop his heart from racing as he took Logan’s penis in his hand, though. He opened his mouth to take it, but Logan sat down on the bench. It set RJ off balance. He had to set his hands on the ground to regain the balance. Logan’s four-inch penis stood up. RJ tested it by licking the tip. It didn’t taste bad like he expected. So, he opened his mouth wider and took it in his mouth.

In RJ’s mind, he kept telling himself to think about it like a lolly pop. So, he sucked on it hard as he slowly bobbed up and down. A few seconds of that was all it took for him mouth to get tired, so he stopped sucking and just bobbed, running his tongue along the bottom. It was way boring.

A sudden pressure pushed down on his back. His ribs, then, were clinched in by Tyler’s legs. The pressure on his back was from Tyler sitting down on him. RJ didn’t remember saying he’d be a horsey that night.

Wondering what was going on, RJ lifted his head up. Tyler’s hands were holding both sides of Logan’s face and their lips were connected. A small serge of jealousy went through him at seeing Logan kissing Tyler. But RJ had to laugh at the wide yes of the short, dirty-blond by exposed in front of him.

RJ shrugged it off and returned to sucking on Logan’s penis but continued to watch as Tyler took the hem of Logan’s shirt and pulled it over his head. He lifted his arms, allowing Tyler to do so. RJ noticed the baby fat still on Logan’s tummy.

The heart-rate of the boy that RJ was sucking suddenly sped up. It pounded through the blood flowing through his penis.

“Let me try,” Logan said shakily and hardly audible.

“What?” Tyler asked the question that RJ was thinking.

“Sucking...” Logan whispered even softer.

RJ stopped what he was doing once again and smiled up at Logan. He was saved from boredom.

“Do RJ. I wanna try something.” A strange grin was on Tyler’s face. It was as if someone took over him that RJ didn’t even know.

When Tyler got off of RJ’s back, he stood up. As short as Logan was, sitting on the bench, RJ’s crotch was in his face. He was completely hard at the thought of getting sucked again. Would Logan be anywhere close to as good as Tyler was?

As quickly as RJ could muster, he undid his shorts and allowed them to drop to his ankles. Behind him, Tyler pulled RJ’s shirt off of him, then pulled down his Under Armour, tight, black boxers down. He had hardly been exposed when Logan eagerly leaned forward and took RJ’s penis in his mouth. The warm wet mouth was warmer than Tyler’s had been. Awkward sucking noises came from Logan’s mouth. The short boy had no clue what he was doing in comparison to Tyler, who was running his fingers over RJ’s butt cheeks.

Tyler’s hands fully groped RJ’s ass. Then, he peeled them apart from each other. RJ turned his body to look behind him. Tyler was crouched down. All RJ could see was a dark head of hair coming toward his butt. Before he could protest, a warm tongue pressed against his hole. It sent warm serges through his body and made him pre cum in Logan’s mouth, who he nearly forgot was working his front. The tongue behind him started licking across his hole as Logan’s swallowing pulled on RJ’s penis. Tyler really started swirling his tongue around RJ’s asshole. His body shook violently.

“OH MY GOD!” RJ cried out.

“What’s going on in here?” A hard male voice asked.

Everyone froze. RJ slowly turned his head, knowing it was Keifer before he even looked. Cold air breezed over his exposed ass and penis. The fear hadn’t even given RJ a second to realize that Logan’s mouth was no longer on his penis. He was shocked when he saw Hunter standing there as well. While Keifer frowned, Hunter smiled. His eyes twinkled with delight.

“We were—” Logan started.

Tyler stood up. “This is my fault. I thought this was the only way to spend more time with—” Tyler hesitated and blushed.

“Whatever. Why didn’t you invite us?” Hunter asked in his still high-pitched slurry voice.

Keifer walked over and pulled down his basketball shorts and boxers. His penis stood taller than anyone else’s. “Come on, Logan.” Keifer wiggled his pelvis in Logan’s face. His penis shook from side to side.

Logan got up from the bench and waddled as he sat Keifer down where he had been sitting. His shorts around his ankles were hindering his steps. Keifer stroked his penis a couple times and pointed down. Logan turned red as he god on his hands and knees and started sucking Keifer.

Tyler grabbed Hunter by the soccer jersey he was wearing and sat him down next to the freckled, pale boy. His light brown hair shimmered in the moonlight that was entering the dug out.

“Lets take care of him together.” Tyler grabbed RJ’s hand, tugging him lightly. Turning back to Hunter, he said, “Lift your arms.”

Hunter obeyed.

Tyler took Hunter’s shirt off him. His body was tanned the same shade as his face. His abs were a faint development. Tyler put his arms around RJ and put pressure on the back of his head, guiding him. They got on their knees but sat up. Their faces collided with Hunter’s chest out of the corner of his eyes, RJ saw Tyler licking Hunter’s nipple. RJ followed his lead. The little nipple got hard quickly. RJ enjoyed rolling his tongue over it.

Hunter and Keifer both let out moans. They enthusiastically gave each other thumbs up.

RJ instinctively rubbed Hunter’s abs with his dry hands, while Tyler was uncaging Hunter’s lower half. When his girthy penis was free, Tyler took RJ’s hand again. Their fingers interlaced. A gap in their hands was a hole for the penis. Together, they slowly jerked Hunter.

Hunter’s eyes slid closed as he rested his back against the wall. Tyler smiled at RJ, leaned over and kissed him. Before he knew what was happening, their tongues were playing around with each other. RJ suddenly felt a hand clasp around his hard penis. It was Tyler’s other hand.

Tyler’s head slid over to RJ’s ear. “Follow me and pretend you are kissing me when you arrive.”

Their hands slid apart as Tyler’s head moved to Hunter’s penis. RJ followed. Tyler’s lips pressed against a side of Hunter’s penis. RJ went to the other side. Their lips met as their mouths took half of Hunter’s penis each. When he went for tongue, RJ was blocked by the penis. He licked at it like he would Tyler’s tongue and imagined Tyler doing the same.

Tyler pulled away. His hands put pressure on RJ’s head. It was guided on the penis more. Next it was moved up and down. RJ pretended to still be kissing.

The pressure on RJ’s head went away. Shoes scuffed behind him. His cheeks were pulled apart once again. A tongue entered his hole. RJ opened his mouth wide to catch his breath. He caught an image of Hunter and Keifer kissing like wild. Keifer looked like a ghost next to the tanned boy. As the tongue licked around in his hole, a hand lightly stroked RJ’s penis.

Logan suddenly made a surprised noise. RJ tilted his head to see Tyler stroking them both at the same speed, but had less space to stroke on Logan. It was becoming hard to focus on sucking Hunter’s penis. All the joy made RJ start humming a song. There was a weird smacking noise from kissing above RJ. Hunter let out an amazed moan. So, RJ kept humming.

Muffled moans were coming from Logan. They got closer together before a light dripping sound came. RJ knew he was close too with that tongue in his ass.

Unexpectedly, a warm liquid squirted in RJ’s mouth. He pulled off of Hunter’s penis and spit it on the ground. Tyler was now pulling lightly with one hand until it was all the way off, then following with the other hand. He came pretty soon after Tyler started that.

Logan start spitting next to RJ, letting him know that Keifer got off too. The boys all quickly got dressed. In the awkwardness, Hunter, Logan, and Keifer got on their bikes and took off.

RJ swallowed. He really didn’t want to give any more head, but Tyler hadn’t even taken his clothes off. “Want me to do something for you?” RJ offered.

Tyler licked his lips. “Kiss me and talk to me while I masturbate?”

RJ nodded.

Tyler pulled down his shorts and briefs and started softly stroking on his penis. Not knowing what to say, RJ just kissed Tyler. His hand slipped under Tyler’s shirt and he rubbed the flat, skinny body below it. He pulled his head back and slipped Tyler’s shirt over his head. RJ licked Tyler’s nipples, back and forth. It had been something he had enjoyed doing to Hunter, so why not Tyler. As RJ worked a nipple, he watched Tyler playing with his penis. It was about the same six inch size as RJ’s penis.

Tyler started asking RJ questions and he answered them as best as he could. His eyes were stuck on Tyler stroking his penis. Finally, RJ decided to help. He interlaced his fingers in Tyler’s and stroked with him at Tyler’s pace. It wasn’t long after he did that that Tyler came all over his chest.

“Shit!” Tyler yelled. He covered his mouth with his hand.

RJ took his shorts and Under Armour underwear back off, then put his shorts back on. “Clean up with these.”

Tyler cleaned himself up and got dressed.

RJ stuffed the underwear into a small backpack he had with him. They hugged and kissed before they parted ways.

Later that night, RJ pulled the underwear out of his backpack and smelled the dried cum that Tyler had left and wanked to the thought of the rimming Tyler had given him.

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Center Elementary: Justin & Dru

About ninety percent of Justin’s lunch and recess time was spent staring at Dru. His big, green eyes were just so irresistible to look away from. Sure, his front two teeth were a big too big. But he was skinny and short with perfect brown hair that lied down completely and looked so soft.

This had been going on for a few years. It was fifth grade. Time to tell him something. Yet, Justin had pale skin, ratty blonde hair, and wasn’t the cutest boy in the class.

Justin walked over to Dru’s table. He was the only one there. “Will you come over to my house this weekend?”

Dru stared at him for a second, then slowly nodded.

Justin waited until he was certain that Dru wouldn’t see his pure joy before he celebrated deeply.

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Justin felt a little embarrassed about the Justin Bieber and David Archuletta posters he had on his walls. Dru paced the room, looking at those and many other things. He came upon one of Justin’s drawn-on Bieber picture. Meaning, he had drawn vampire fangs and blood on it.

“What’s this?” Dru asked.

“I’m kinda into vampires,” Justin answered earnestly. It was the only way he knew to be.

Dru tilted his head to the side. “How’s that?”

Justin took a few steps toward him. He quickly ravaged Dru’s exposed neck. He bit down on it lightly and sucked it.

Dru let out a dainty gasp. It made Justin’s penis explode with excitement.

Justin rushed over to his closet and put in the top fake fangs in and cape on that he had used for Halloween a couple years before. Waving his cape dramatically, Justin came back to Dru’s side.

“Take your shirt off,” Justin said weakly.

“Huh?” Dru asked.

Justin moved in front of Dru. He ran his fingers one at a time over Dru’s chin while peering deeply into Dru’s eyes. “Remove your shirt.”

Dru held the hem of his shirt hesitantly.

Justin moved close to Dru’s ear. “I want to try something.”

Dru pulled the shirt over his head, exposing his skinny, slightly tanned torso that had faint abs coming in. He moved back and sat on the bed.

The pale-skinned boy knew if he was going to stop, it would be now. If he didn’t, then he’d have to do it all the way until he was completely satisfied. The decision was easy because Dru was so beautiful, looking at him with those big green eyes, trusting him. His lips met with the top of Dru’s left pectoral. He licked it on the desired spot. The soft sink taunted him. Justin quickly opened his mouth and closed it, sinking the fake fangs into the small layer of skin, breaking it with little force.

Dru let out a small yelp.

Warm blood trickled into Justin’s mouth. He raised his legs and got onto the bed, sitting on Dru’s lap as he sucked on the blood flowing from Dru.

Dru didn’t make a peep. His eyes bulged even bigger than Justin ever thought they could.

“I’m sorry,” Justin said, only because he thought he should.

Dru shook his head no. “It’s fine. Lets play Wii.”

So, they did. When they went to bed, Justin cuddled up against Dru. His big eyes were closed tight. A light smile played at his lips, so Justin knew he could hold him all night long.

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East Middle School: Paul & Westin

Westin’s fingers brushed over Paul’s arm, tickling his skin and giving him small chills. The two eighth grade boys lied in Westin’s bed together. Paul knew he shouldn’t have let it get this far. How had he allowed himself to become b-boyfriends with Westin? It was very secret, but Paul wasn’t read to commit to being gay or bi or whatever.

Paul closed his eyes as Westin turned his head toward him. He couldn’t look into those green eyes of Westin’s without feeling guilty. Not to mention the inside shame he felt when he mused at the beauty of the small, dark-headed boy.

A small kiss on his large-ish nose made Paul open his eyes and peer at Westin’s little, cute nose. Those bright red lips always tempted Paul to steal a kiss. So, he did. The little lips were so soft. He wanted to feel their silky quality all over his skin.

It all started when Paul needed help in math. Westin, a geeky, idiot of a boy. (Not a dumb idiot, but an idiot when it came to his humor.) Paul swallowed his pride as he saw the boy at lunch, stressing over his algebra, the top math class for eighth grade, and headed toward him.

“I need help,” Paul spat out.

Westin’s eyes fluttered up to him. “I’m sorry?”

Paul slid into a chair next to him. “I need help in math, okay?” His eyes scanned the room.

Westin agreed to help without a fight.

It was the second session that sent Paul’s body aflutter. Paul sitting at his desk, and Westin leaned over him, checking his work. Little breaths hit Paul’s skin, directly from Westin’s mouth. They were cool and tickled his skin.

Unexpectedly, Paul turned his head and kissed Westin’s lips. They pulled away from each other, shock written in both of their eyes.

Westin rolled over in the bed on top of Paul. His kisses landed on Paul’s cheeks, down to his neck. The blonde boy couldn’t hide his boner in the basketball shorts.

“Kiss me all over,” Paul spilled out.

Westin lifted him by his shirt and pulled it over his head. As paul lied back down, Westin’s lips were already exploring Paul’s collar bone. Each kiss was outstanding. Paul could feel the trail being left behind. The small lips hit the top of his pecs. His tongue extended at the nipple. He followed his tongue down with his mouth and sucked on the nipple, running his tongue over the tit. They both hardened as much as Paul’s full seven-inch penis. Westin kissed down Paul’s chest until he was tonguing Paul’s bellybutton, making him giggle.

Westin yanked Paul’s shorts down to his knees, leaving his boxers on. His hips were exposed. Westin kissed on them, then licked them. The wet tongue against the soft skin put wet precum spots in Paul’s boxers.

Pulling the boxers down, Westing buried his nose in Paul’s pubes. Pual’s penis slapped Westin in the face. His nose stopped digging around, and his lips kissed the tip of Paul’s penis. Precum clossed Westin’s lips. He took it to Paul’s balls and kissed each one.

Traveling back to Paul’s penis, Westin kissed up the shaft. When he reached the tip, he started french kissing it. The wet tongue sent amazing sensations all through Paul. He was shaking.

Westin popped up. “Will you fuck me?”

The question caught Paul off guard. He nodded, though.

Westin got off the bed and slowly stripped. His four-incher stuck straight out. No wonder he wants something big in him, Paul thought.

Paul put Westin down on his tummy. He didn’t know any other way to access his anus. Westin handed him a condom and lube. Paul figured it out. He maneuvered his way in very slowly.

When Paul’s pubes hit Westin’s cheeks, Westin’s legs bend up in the air. Paul grabbed his ankles and used them to pull himself in and out of Westin. The tight anus twitched around his penis. Westing pushed his face into the pillow and let out a loud moan. It made paul thrust in him harder.

A bit of drool fell from Paul’s mouth onto Westin’s back. His head popped up with a coo. Paul let go of one of his ankles and rubbed the drool in. Westing moaned into his pillow again. Paul fucked him ahrd. This shit was really turning him on. Westin humped back against Paul.

Paul put his hands on the bed and both side of Westin and pushed up into a plank. He was still for a bit, letting the boy under him do all the work. His mouth was open and drool fell free from his mouth. Deep, muffled moans were vibration on the pillow. Paul reared back butt on knees. He lifted his middle up and placed a pillow under him. Of course, he took a moment to see that small penis with few hairs around it.

Getting back into his plank position, Paul started humping Westin harder. Full muffled screams were coming from the pillow. Wet pools were building up on Westin’s back.

It quickly became too much. Westin pushed bard a few times and stopped humping. Paul humped himself to release inside of Westin. He collapsed on top of Westin. After catching his breath, he pulled out of Westin and got up. Westin rolled on his back. A huge jizz spot was left behind on the pillow. It was as big as Paul’s massive hand.

“Shit, Westin. That’s a lot!”

Paul pulled the condom off. He, too, had a lot of spunk in it.

“Shower time!”

They both fumbled over to the bathroom. Paul’s legs hurt in places he didn’t know could hurt.

After heating up a bit, they got in the shower. Westin was closer to the head, being shorter than Paul. He turne dhis back to it and pulled Paul in close to him. Their lips met and they made out under the cascading shower water. Completely boyfriends.

Secrets of the District

East Middle School: Freddy & Jake

Maddie had held out on Freddy for the couple years that they dated. They were about to graduate eighth grade and move to the high school. Shouldn’t they be having sex by now? Freddy pondered that while he paced around his woods. Freddy ran his fingers through his brown hair. His jaw fell very square.

A noise behind Freddy caught his attention. Jake was peddling into his woods. He jumped off his bike and dropped it and ran into the woods where Freddy was. It took him a moment to catch his breath. His pale skin glistened in the moonlight.

“Courtney—” the hott new girl at school— “made me a deal today.”

Everyone wanted Courtney, but Jake had taken it to a whole new level. He made it his personal goal to make her his. He talked about her all the time.

Freddy peered at him with his green eyes, waiting for him to go on. He wasn’t much for talking.

“She said if you and I did a video for her, then she’ll let us do things with her.”

“Like?” Freddy narrowed his eyes.

“Anything we do, she’ll let us do to her.”

“Why would I do that?”

Jake put his hand on his shoulder. His brown eyes snapped up to his. “Because you want to have sex as bad as I want to be with her.”

Freddy agreed and found himself sitting on Jake’s bed in his boxers the next day. He couldn’t believe he had agreed to do this. His heart raced. His palms were sweaty. Jake walked over and turned on the camera. He sat down next to Freddy.

“Ready?” Jake asked.

Freddy hesitantly nodded.

Jake leaned over. It made the bed shift, pulling Freddy closer to him. Jake grabbed both sides of Freddy’s face and kissed his lips. Freddy pulled away. “What was that?”

“I want to kiss her, dude.”

Freddy looked confused.

“Anything we do, she’ll do with us.”

Freddy swallowed and nodded for Jake to go on.

Their lips met again. Jake quickly pushed his tongue into Freddy’s mouth. It felt too weird for him. He pulled away when he thought the kissing was long enough.

Jake continued to kiss down Freddy’s neck. His lips were so soft against Freddy’s neck that he forgot it was a guy. It made Freddy get hard.

Freddy put his palms against the bed behind him as his shorts and underwear slid down and a mouth took his penis in it. He let his breath fall very rhythmically. The tongue rubbing over the bottom side of his penis was amazing. He bit his bottom lip hard enough to almost draw blood.

Jake’s head bobbed up and down. Drool helped the passage back and forth. Freddy let out a few extra-loud moans.

Jake popped off. He stood and stripped. His penis stood right out, looking Freddy in the eyes. It was long and thin. Very thin. Like a thick pen thin. Freddy’s belly jiggled as he contained a giggle.

“Now do me.”

Freddy forcefully pushed Jake back on the bed. He got on his hands and knees and bent down to Jake’s penis. It now stood straight up. How did it not fall down on his bellybutton? Freddy briefly wondered. His face scrunched up as he took it in his mouth. It wasn’t as bad as he thought it would be. Kinda like a warm, tasteless popsicle. He haphazardly sucked on it until he figured he could be done.

When Freddy came up, Jake kissed him a few times. The kisses were soft and tender, unlike his girlfriend who always wanted to attack his full lips very hard. That is, if she even wanted to kiss him at all.

Jake pulled away from Freddy with a wicked grin on his face.

“Let me fuck you.”

“No way!” Freddy yelled.

“For her, man!”

“I’ll do you. She’ll love that more. Proves you are man enough for her.” Freddy wasn’t the brightest boy in the world, but he knew that he had said something very intelligent.

Jake’s shoulders dropped. “Okay.”

Freddy grabbed the lube and condoms off of Jake’s desk. He opened the condom package with his teeth. He removed it and slipped it onto his penis, rolling it down. Then he rubbed the lube on it.

Meanwhile, Jake had moved over to his bed’s headboard and leaned over it. He stuck his ass out. “Go slow,” he urged Freddy.

Freddy walked over to Jake on his knees. His fingers still had some lube on them, so he slowly stuck one in Jake’s hole. Every porn Freddy had ever seen had the guy fingering the girl first, so he figured he should do that to Jake as well.

Jake giggled. “That tickles, man!”

Freddy wiggled his finger around, trying to tickle Jake a bit more. “I wouldn’t want to know.” Taking the finger back out, he put it with his middle as well and pushed them both up there.

“Oooh,” Jake let out.

Freddy’s penis hardened a little more at the enjoyment that Jake seemed to be getting out of it. He couldn’t wait any longer, so he pulled his fingers out and lined his penis up with the hole. He slowly watched as his dick head disappeared into the hole.

“STOP! STOP!” Jake cried out.

Unsure of if he should pull back out, Freddy just stood still, propped up on his knees.

“Okay, push a little more in.”

This kept going on until Freddy was all the way in Jake, who was panting. His forehead rested on the headboard. On both sides, his hands clinched onto them.

Freddy slowly pulled back some, then pushed back in.

“Oh yes!” Jake cried out, looking directly at the camera.

Getting a bit braver, Freddy pulled out a lot more, then pushed in hard. His hips hit hard against Jake’s butt. In reply, Jake lifted his head and cried out. “Yeah, Freddy. Fuck me good.”

Freddy thrust hard in and out, his penis was twitching at the gentle gliding of his penis along Jake’s anus track. Their bodies made slapping noises as Freddy’s hips hit Jake’s ass cheeks. The smaller boy getting fucked was panting like wild. The pure desire for Freddy’s cock coming from Jake made him feel savage. He took a hold of Jake’s hips and used the grip to fuck him harder. Sweat beaded up on Jake’s back, as well as Freddy’s forehead. Giving into his savage instincts, Freddy bit one of Jake’s shoulder blades. The cry was filled with both pleasure and pain. Freddy bit the other one.

“Take that, bitch!” Freddy yelled.

Jake turned his head in shock. His eyes were glazed over.

Freddy leaned his head in and kissed Jake fiercely. Between his teeth, he bit Jake’s lower lip. The sound of his cock flopping around caught his attention, so Freddy moved his hand down a little and started yanking on it hard. A few yanks was all it took for Jake to cum. His ass convulsed as he came, which made Freddy cum as well.

As soon as they caught their breathes, Jake turned to Freddy and asked him, “Would you be mad if I said that that girl didn’t want this video at all?”

“You wanted that?”

Jake nodded.

“You’ll be really getting it again, then, bitch!” Freddy jumped on Jake and tickled him.

Secrets of the District

Center Elementary School: Braden & Zack

There were three things Braden enjoyed more than anything else.
1. Ben Ten
2. Pulling pranks
3. Teasing Zack

If there was an option to do any of those three things, he would do it before playing a game of basketball. Even as a second-grader, he still had high dreams of becoming a pro basketball player. But, for now, messing with Zack was enough to bring Braden joy.

One day, Braden saw Zack out washing his dad’s car. He walked over and asked if he could help. Zack turned to him and tilted his head slightly. His missing front teeth were obvious when he looked confused. Braden had to force himself to keep a straight face as Zack contemplated if he could help or not.

When Zack finally said he could, Braden picked up a sponge and started to wash the car along with Zack. He actually looked like he was going to help until he walked up behind Zack and pulled at his underwear band, giving him a wedgie. The batman briefs were enough to make Braden laugh.

“When are you going to grow up and wear big boy underwear?”

“Like you don’t still wear Ben Ten underwear.” Zack said with his particular speech of slurring words together.

“I don’t.” Braden squinted his eyes. How dare he try to call him out. Braden tackled him down to the ground and pinned Zack’s arms to the ground, sitting on him.

Zack squirmed.

Braden dropped his head down slowly and kissed Zack’s lips. Kissing was something he had been having interest in when he watched movies. And he wanted to feel it. So, he puckered his lips and placed them on Zack’s lips. When Zack didn’t do anything, Braden slid his tongue into Zack’s mouth. Still nothing. Kissing was stupid. He got off of Zack and went inside his house.

The District

South County High School: Max & Steven

Max dribbled the basketball. Sweat glistened down his newly-formed abs. The crevasses separating each one were deep. “So, let me get this right. You’re saying that whoever loses this game has to spend the rest of the night naked?”

Steven nodded. “Up for the challenge?”

It was the kind of stupid shit they did all the time. Basketball wasn’t Max’s forte, but playing against a band geek probably meant that he could win. It was a pretty even playing field for them. Or court, should he say?

“You’re lucky Luke’s at his new friend, Mason’s tonight.” Max accepted the challenge.

Max dribbled, and Steven guarded him heavily. “You’re such a perv for wanting to see me naked,” he hissed as he attempted to distract Steven.

It worked, but they quickly tied.

Both boys were sweating hard by the time Max barely beat Steven.

“Alright, band boy. Time to shed those clothes.”

Steven stood still. “I will as soon as we go in.” He started to walk toward the door.

Max stood in his way. “If you want to go in my house, you have to take all your clothes off first. Otherwise, you’ll stay out here all night.”

Steven shifted his weight. Max turned to go inside without him. “Wait!” Steven called. He slid his shoes off. Max’s smile bared right though him. Jumping from foot to foot, he removed his socks and put them down in his shoes. He looked around before he took his shirt off and quickly took his pants and underwear off at the same time. Being naked outside and in front of Max was humiliating. Anyone could see him. Max sensed that.

Max grabbed Steven’s arm and pulled him inside. He shut the door and pressed his body against Steven’s naked body, trapping him between him and the door.

“What exactly where you thinking when you made this challenge?” Max asked, his lips right next to Steven’s ear.

“Well, I thought you’d be naked all night.”

Max flipped his shoes off. Taking a step back, he removed his basketball shorts and stood in his boxers. He extended his arms. “If you want me naked, pull these down.”

Steven rolled his eyes and walked past Max. He sat on the couch and turned the tv on with the remote.

Max stomped over to the couch and sat next to him, trying to keep his eyes from Steven’s naked penis. He was starting to feel like he was the one who lost because his mind was going crazy with the thoughts of having someone naked next to him. He was very much oriented toward girls, but just being so close to someone naked was enough to send the sex drive up. The problem was that Steven didn’t seem to notice being naked anymore and was just watching tv like normal.

Stealing the remote, Max turned it on the porn channel and unlocked it with the code that he had spent a lot of time trying to break.

“What the—?” Steven asked.

Two girls were all over each other on the television.

Max rubbed his hand in his crotch. He looked down to see that Steven was getting hard himself. When Steven was as full mass, Max slid down the couch and reached inside his boxers and pulled out his own stiff penis.

He slowly started jerking it. Steven shifted his weight. Max pumped a few times before he reached over and started jerking Steven as well.

Steven stiffed his back, then closed his eyes and relaxed.

Max slowly yanked on both of their penises with the same rhythmic pulses. He felt nervous about it. This wasn’t something he did. But when he saw Steven’s tongue exit his mouth and lick his lips, he knew it was alright.

So, Max kept slowly pumping until Steven came right in his hand. Max came right after.

“You owe me,” Max commented.

They both breathed hard.

The Secrets of the District 2

West Middle School: Tyler & RJ

Sixth grade science class was one of Tyler’s least favorite things in the world. Who cared about how the earth worked? He was lazily writing down definitions that he would forget in twenty minutes anyway. Such a waste of time.

RJ was babbling about something silly without thinking again. Tyler had to hide the fact that he completely dreamed about the blonde-headed beauty that had a slight resemblance to Justin Bieber. So, as soon as RJ finished his rant about whatever, Tyler jumped in saying, “RJ, you are just a worthless human being.”

He had meant it as a joke, but it wasn’t so funny to his teacher, who he thought had a strange affinity toward RJ. Why shouldn’t he?

“Tyler, that’s enough of that. How about you go finish that in the hallway.”

Tyler quietly shuffled his feet out of the classroom, confused about why he was being chastised so. He quickly did the rest of his work. When he finished, he thought about what he had said. It had been a jerky thing to say.

After sitting there for what seemed like forever, the teacher came out of the classroom and told Tyler he could come back in.

“Can I apologize to RJ?” Tyler mumbled. His lip quivered.

“What?”

Tears fell from his eyes. “Can I tell RJ I’m sorry,” he managed to speak louder.

The teacher pulled RJ out of the class and stayed in the room.

Tyler felt embarrassed to be standing in front of RJ crying. He was always a little embarrassed in front of RJ because he was short with dorky-dark hair, and an abundance of freckles. They were both the same size, so that wasn’t an issue.

“I’m so sorry for calling you that. You are an important person. I’m such a jerk for calling you that.” Tyler let everything out all at once.

RJ looked at him for a long time. He seemed very unsure what to say.

“Let me make it up to you.”

“Dude, it’s okay. I thought you were joking.”

“Still, let me make it up to you.” Tyler sniffed, trying to keep his tears inside.

RJ gave him a hug. “Whatever you need to make you feel better.” He lightly punched Tyler on the shoulder.

Later that night, both boys rid their bikes over to the park. Tyler got there first and waited for his friend to show up. Okay, so they weren’t so much friends, but Tyler dreamed they could be. RJ should have been more popular. He was just so withdrawn from the other people in his life.

RJ finally peddled in. His shirt hung tightly to his skinny chest. It wasn’t something most people would notice, especially in the moonlight, but Tyler noticed everything when it came to RJ. Tyler fought back the instant boner that was ever raging within him recently. Especially when RJ was in sight.

“What’s this about?” RJ asked. His voice still seemed very childish. But he was changing.

“I made you feel bad today. I want to make you feel better than you ever have in your life.”

RJ had a puzzled look on his face, but nodded.

“It might seem weird, but I want to do this real badly.” They started gravitating toward a hidden swing set.

RJ laughed a little. “You’re so weird, Tyler.”

Tyler sat RJ down on the swing and got behind him.

“Gonna push me?” RJ asked.

Tyler ignored him and started to rub his shoulders. RJ didn’t protest, but his posture got more rigid. Tyler didn’t stop, though. Instead of rubbing down RJ’s back, like most people did, Tyler rubbed his hands down the front of RJ, paying close attention to his somewhat defined—yet small—biceps and pecs.

Tyler kept rubbing as he walked around the swing. RJ’s face was blissful, yet a little shocked. Just as Tyler had hoped it would be. His hands slipped under RJ’s shirt. He went right back to rubbing. His arms pulled the shirt up a bit. Putting his head close to RJ, he lightly licked his belly. Tyler’s penis was completely hard. His arms were resting on RJ’s legs. He could feel the heat coming off RJ, being between his legs. There was a slight bulge in RJ’s shorts. Perfect!

Tyler rubbed down RJ’s torso. His thumbs slid into the elastic of RJ’s underwear and rubbed against his soft body. The bulge got bigger. Tyler’s eyes widened in delight. RJ just sat there, kicking his feet a bit, rubbing his little leg hairs against Tyler’s shirt.

Pulling together all his courage, Tyler tugged quickly at the button and zipper on RJ’s shorts. He reached into the boxer briefs and pulled out a glorious seven inch penis. How had RJ managed that when he didn’t even have any pubes around it? Okay, maybe there were like two or three pubes. But they were blonde and hard to see.

Before RJ could object, Tyler quickly delved down into RJ’s crotch and swooped up his penis into his mouth. To Tyler’s surprise, RJ didn’t object at all. He kept his eyes at a level between RJ’s bellybutton and the base of his penis. Mostly just trying to count the pubes and he started to suck on the surprising penis. His own penis pressed hard against his underwear.

Tyler slurped and sucked as RJ let out slight moans.

“Why?” RJ breathed. “Are you doing this?”

Tyler stopped what he was doing. He dared to lift his eyes up toward RJ. “Because I’m sorry for what I said.”

“Oh,” RJ said, somewhat disappointed sounding.

The heat rising to Tyler’s face made him realize he was turning red. “I—” he gulped. It felts stupid to be that nervous around RJ, of all people. “Like you,” Tyler finished.

RJ tugged on Tyler’s biggish ears until Tyler’s mouth was on RJ’s penis tip. Tyler opened his mouth back up and sucked on RJ’s penis. The pressure in his pants was too much. He unzipped and pulled it out. As he yanked on it, RJ began to speak. “I like girls.”

Tyler froze. The mixed signals were stirring a lot of emotions inside of him. His penis fell from his hand, but his mouth stayed put over RJ’s penis.

RJ placed his hands on the sides of Tyler’s face and pulled him up and stood from the swing. Tyler shook with the anticipation that RJ was going to kick his butt. Not that RJ was strong, his muscles were small, but the made a definite shape.

Their faces were very close to each other. Tyler’s heart was racing with the unknown. RJ leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips. When he pulled away, he said, “I like this, but I can’t promise you anything.”

Tyler pushed RJ’s shorts and underwear down. They dropped to his ankles. He, then, grabbed RJ’s hairless butt cheeks with his full hands. His bubble butt was so cushiony. Guiding RJ by his butt and hips, Tyler pulled him into him. RJ awkwardly stumbled over his feet and tumbled into Tyler, who kept his balance. Tyler ran his hands up RJ’s back and into his soft, blonde hair. It was a dream feeling that hair. Like touching silk. Tyler ravaged RJ’s lips and kissed him hard and deliberately. He left all other thought and pressed his tongue into RJ’s mouth. The other boy was numb with not knowing what to do, but Tyler played with RJ’s tongue to get him to kiss back. It worked. Without realizing it, their bodies grinded against each other.

The dark-headed boy dropped to his knees with renewed vigor. His mouth enraptured RJ’s penis. He sucked on it like he was trying to save the world. When RJ came, it was huge and unexpected. Just before the eruption, he giggled a little. Then, there was a wave of cum so big that it dribbled right out of Tyler’s mouth and onto his shirt. Tyler gagged and spit some out onto RJ’s shorts. It sent Tyler over the edge, and his own manhood squirted to the ground.

The Secrets in the District

Oak Elementary: Luke & Mason

Fourth grade had proven to be a confusing year for Luke. First of all, a few hairs had started to grow in his armpits. One had become quite long with a light brown shade to it. His older brother, Max had a full bushel of hair under his pits that stuck to him after he worked out, which he seemed to be doing a lot recently. Luke wished he could force himself to work out with Max because he still very much had his baby pudge.

He ignored the craziness around him in his classroom as he buried his head into the latest book he’d checked out from the library. There were many personalities in his class that caused him to feel a bit lost in the room. But he didn’t really want his teacher paying too much attention to him because that would be a lot of pressure on him.

The day was coming to an end, and he’d almost forgotten to get out the party invitations again. His birthday party was the next night. On a Friday. So, he secretly passed them out to most of the boys in his class. It was a sleep-over party.

The next day a few of the boys told him that they couldn’t come over because they were already busy with something that night. Luke was disappointed. Only three boys said they would come.

The party itself wasn’t much to talk about. After too much cake, one boy got sick and went home early. And one of the others couldn’t spend the night. So, he was alone with Mason, who had been lazily flipping through a magazine like he was bored with the whole night.

They played Wii for about an hour when Mason got up and went to bed. Luke wasn’t tired, so he played a bit longer. When he was finally tired enough, he got into bed next to Mason.

Luke started to read a little bit before he would be able to fall asleep, but the small boy in the bed next to Luke had his shirt pulled up, showing the red line of his briefs, which distracted Luke and gave his penis an uncomfortable hardness that threatened to stay there all night. Mason seemed to be very much asleep, so Luke did what he had been doing in these cases lately, he pulled it out and started yanking on it. He’d seen Max do it through the crack in his door, so he knew how to get rid of it.

Luke pulled down his shorts and underwear to his knees. Before he started to jerk it, he played with the few hairs that were starting to grow down there. Body hair fascinated him because he was the only boy in his class that had any at all. He kept playing with the hairs with his right hand as he jerked his penis with his left. The bed was rocking up and down with Luke’s hand movements.

Mason rolled over and opened his eyes. Luke stopped mid-jerk. He had no clue what to say to ease the problem at hand.

“What are you doing?” Mason asked. Curious, not judgmental.

“Trying to soften up.” Luke’s nose scrunched as he blushed.

“Why is it like that?” Mason sat up and tilted his head. His sunken-back eyes were right on Luke’s penis. It made Luke uncomfortable. He slowly slid his hand off of it.

Luke shrugged. “It naturally happens when you start going through puberty.”

“Can I touch it? Mine hasn’t done that.”

Luke hesitantly nodded.

Mason reached out his tiny hand and touched Luke’s penis. His finger tips roamed all over the length of it, which was about five and a half inches, not that Luke had been measuring it or anything. His little fingers curled around the base of the penis and slowly pulled up and down on it. He had a loose grip, so it wasn’t pulling the skin with the movements. Not that Luke had played with himself too much, but someone else touching him down there was an amazing feeling. He was starting to feel hot, so he took his shirt off. His baby pudgy tummy embarrassed him a bit.

Luke noticed that Mason, too, had a bulge in his shorts. His eyes lingered so long that Mason finally nodded at him to take them off of him. Luke licked his lips as he pulled down the shorts and underwear at the same time. There was no hair down there, and he was probably only three inches in length. So cute. Luke couldn’t hold himself back from leaning in and kissing the tip of Mason’s penis. Mason giggled at that.

The light giggle intoxicated Luke. He wanted to hear more, so he stuck out his tongue and licked the tip of Mason’s penis all over. As payment, Mason giggled more, until Luke licked the small triangle part under the head of Mason’s penis. A soft sigh filled the room. His penis flexed harder, pushing up into Luke’s mouth. Getting a sudden idea, Luke started to suck on Mason’s penis. His nose brushed up against the area above his penis that still had no pubes. The skin was soft where the tip of his nose brushed it. Mason’s tiny body fell back into the bed, and he hummed sweetly. So, Luke kept sucking. But the soft moans weren’t enough to keep Luke’s jaw from hurting. Besides, he wanted to kiss and lick Mason all over.

Luke opened his mouth, allowing Mason’s penis to fall out. He pushed Mason’s shirt up to his neck and started kissing and licking Mason’s bellybutton. Again, Mason giggled. His skinny form had no muscle definition to it. It was as flat as a plank of wood. But that didn’t matter to Luke. Mason was someone he used to overlook. Now, he was seeing him as a beautiful thing. His lips kissed up to Mason’s nipples, where he licked on those for the desired giggle effect that he ended up receiving. His body was numb with lust. Luke kissed all the way up to his ears, where he lightly asked, “Wanna have sex?”

Mason pulled away. “Like what adults do?” Again, curious, not judging.

Luke nodded. Max had shown him how adults do it on the internet one day.

Mason shrugged.

Luke turned on his back and pulled Mason on top of him, pulling his shirt off of him at the same time. They started to hump each other. To Luke, this was having sex. He had no clue that they needed to have one of them inserted into the other. The rubbing of their two penis’s together was enough to send Luke wild anyway. Both of them were panting like wild.

For such a small boy, Mason could hump like wild. And so quickly too. Their penis’s were side by side. Mason’s soft v-line was what was rubbing against Luke’s penis. It was quickly bringing him to an orgasm. Though, he didn’t know what it was. His breathing deepened. The tip of his penis started to tickle. A small drop of white liquid fell down on the lowest part of his torso.

“What’s that?” Mason asked.

It was time for Luke to shrug.

Then, Mason did something that really shocked Luke. He bent down and licked it up. It didn’t last in his mouth, though. He quickly spat it into the trash can. “That was nasty.”

“Really?” Luke was now curious.

Mason nodded.

“Let me see.”

It was all gone, so Luke pushed Mason down onto the bed and started sucking on his penis again. He was wanted the milkshake and sucked on it like it was a thick one. His tongue wiggled around a bit as he did so, pulling back and forth. Mason started shaking. His breathing was heavy like Luke’s had been. The penis inside Luke’s mouth pulsated, but Luke didn’t taste anything. He waited, but the penis in his mouth started shrinking down.

“Anything?” Mason asked.

Luke shook his head. It was strange to him that Mason didn’t do what he did. Maybe he was abnormal. His armpit hair was growing in and no one else’s was.

Mason put his arm around Luke and held onto him. They fell asleep naked.


[Another pair to come!]

Kyle

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Thirty Days of Hell to Get to Heaven: Day Two

Day Two

A weird noise roused me from my sleep. It was a beeping that I had never heard before. My back was cold, but I had to smile to myself because I was still holding tightly onto Brad. His upper body was a bit exposed and wriggled around as he stirred.

Brad rubbed his eyes and yawned. His kinky blonde hairs were sticking out from under his armpits as he stretched. His moppy, blonde hair was about as kinked up as his armpit hair.

He jerked suddenly, kicking and tossing the blankets off of himself. “Oh shit! I got to get to school. You gotta take me!” With amazing speed, he was out of my bed and in my bathroom, running the shower. Water drizzled from a distance. “Come on. We gotta shower.”

A smile curled on my lips. I was going to get to see the boy naked. It was exciting enough to get my ass out of bed and into the shower with him. However, the whole time, his back was to me. There was still a nice view of his bubble butt with a few blonde hairs on it, but I wanted to see the manhood. He wasn’t giving me that pleasure, though. I washed quickly, but took time to wash his back and butt. I had to close my eyes while I washed my hair, so he might have been visible while I did that. Cruel things of the world.

Even as we dried off, I tried to peek at Brad, but he was always a step ahead of me. As he put on a pair of boxers, he told me, “Today’s assignments are to pour out all the alcohol and paint nude. I’ll come over around four. I better see something painted and you nude. Maybe some paint on your body.”

My jaw dropped. “My alcohol collection isn’t cheep. I’m not pouring it out.”

“Then give it away.” After his shirt was on, he crossed his arms and gave me a stern look. He was very serious about getting rid of my supply.

I wanted to protest, but I had also agreed to be his slave. So, I finished getting ready quietly. “I have class ‘til three, so I won’t get too much painting done,” I finally broke the silence.

“That’s fine.”

As I drove him to school, we discussed normal stuff again. He had a strong love for a movie called Easy A. I hadn’t seen it, but the way he talked about it made me want to see it right away. We were about to talk about this piece of music he was playing in band when I pulled up to the school. He winked as he got out, leaving me with a “see you later.”

As I drove back to school, I thought about my assignments given to me by Brad for the day. It was a bit irritating that he wanted me to dump my alcohol. I’d spent a lot of money on it. Most of the bottles were less than full though. They were all kind of old and reminded me of something of the past that was not a great experience.

So, crazy enough, I dumped vodka, beers, whiskey, etc. What was this kid doing to me? There was a strange metaphor for recycling all those glass bottles of events and people of the past.

My classes were a desperation of me thinking of Brad and wondering what else he might be having me do. Thirty days were a lot. Perhaps he would get sexual in them. Even during drawing the nude portrait my mind was on wondering what Brad’s penis looked like. My shoulders slumped as I realized that he wasn’t planning on showing that to me during this time. The nude model had his eyes on me the whole time. I mean, I know he’s supposed to be still and all, but his eyes were too fixed on me.

Perhaps he would be a good lay. I bit my lip wondering as I noticed his penis tremble. As if sensing my dirty thoughts, Brad sent me a text (must have got my number from Drew).

No random sex partners while you are under my slavery. I could stop by your place at any time.

Oh shit. This boy had me trapped. I got up and left in the middle of my drawing. I wanted to get onto my task of nude painting. Me nude this time, though.

By the time Brad showed up at my apartment, I know I must have looked silly with purples and oranges all over my body. The painting itself was somewhat strange. Almost optimistic.

Brad didn’t say anything to me. He just stepped over to the painting and looked it over. His eye was very critical on it. Without a word, he nodded his approval at me.

His blue eyes bore into me again as he said, “this still needs a bit of work.”

Somehow, I got the feeling he was talking about me, not the painting. Crap.

He went into the bathroom and drew a bath for me. There were a lot of bubbles. He told me to get in when it was finished. The water was nice and warm. Very soothing.

As I relaxed, Brad told me to massage his feet. Boy, this guy loved foot attention. If I had to work my way up, I wouldn’t be upset. Somehow I felt like that wasn’t going to be the case though. Bubbles popped and Brad let out soft moans as his feet got rubbed. They didn’t smell like anything at all. He was a very clean boy.

During this time, he finally got to tell me about the piece he was playing in band. The passionate way he talked about it made me smile a little. Somewhere in my life, I lost my passion like that. Pain took over my art instead.

Before I was finished with my bath, he had to go to work. He told me he wouldn’t be able to stay again tonight, so he’d text me my assignments during the next day. I stayed in the tub. Some music sifted into the room through the open door. And then the door clicked shut. Brad was gone for the night.

Thirty Days of Hell to Get to Heaven

(This is going to be a longer work. I'll give you each day as I finish writing it. Hope you all enjoy.)

Day One

On my back, I was naked in bed with a thin sheet covering my lower half, Bible on my bedside table, my asshole still burning from the night before, contemplating how I let myself go down that road. Next to me was a guy that my memory can’t register a name to. The sunlight shouted from the window, reminding me of my headache. Too many drinks consumed the night before. At least the guy looked pretty decent. I hardly remember him ramming himself into me over and over. At that point, I was just going through the motions. Dust covered my Bible.

I woke the guy up next to me and politely told him that he needed to leave because my brother was due to show up at any time. He nodded and gathered his clothing, putting it on in a hurry. My stomach lurched, knowing it was a dance he knew well. A condom at my shoe relaxed my tension. As he rushed out the door, he told me he’d text me later that day. His eyes had a gleam of hope in them. Four years had only brought me heartache. Boys used me and tossed me to the dumpster. No, he thought I was adorable. Before he could break my heart, I’d let him down easily and he’d be fucking another guy the next night.

Drew, my brother, was still at church with—

I took a shower before he would arrive. Tiny farts escaped me, allowing my asshole to tighten back to normal. Even though there was still a light hint of cologne lingering on me, my body smelled rank of cigarette smoke and sweat. The shower was much needed. Extra hot water turned my skin red. Days like that, I wanted to make sure I was extra clean.

After I finished washing myself, I let the water pour over me. Pressing my hands together, I almost prayed. No. I stopped doing the church thing. Eighteen years of putting my full heart and soul into it, I gave it all up the day I came out and was kicked out of the house. Two years of deep Bible studies under the Lutheran tradition to get confirmed down the drain. Apparently, “on earth as it is in heaven” does not include being gay. The most loving man in the world, my father, turned his back on me. So, I turned my back on the Heavenly Father. For years I struggled to make it on my own, but at twenty-two, I’ve brought myself up well enough to maintain my car and studio apartment.

Shutting off the water, I reached for my towel and dried myself off. My body felt fresh again. Even the red was subsiding back into the pale of my skin-tone. I wrapped the towel around my waist. After applying deodorant, I went into the kitchen to make coffee and downed a full cup of water. It threatened to come back up, but I kept it down. I went back into the bathroom to brush my teeth.

Sputters came from the coffee-maker as a loud kick sounded at my door. Still in my towel and toothbrush hanging out of my mouth, I answered. Drew had a box in his arms. One of his eighteen-year-old friends followed him in. So many guys have seen me naked at this point, it doesn’t embarrassed me like it used to when guys would take advantage of how naive I was when I first went searching for a boyfriend, just for them to say they had a boyfriend but would break up with him for me.

“Thanks for bringing someone unannounced,” I snapped at my brother a bit. My vexation was held by wondering what he had brought me. Since I was kicked out, I never returned to my house. There is still a bit of my old stuff in my room, which was the taboo part of the house and no one went in it, except when my brother would get some of the stuff and put it in his car. He was also in the habit of getting his mom to buy clothing that he knew I might like and bring it over to me. He was shorter than I, but his muscles made us the same size shirt.

“I’m Brad.” The friend extended an hand out to me. He was my six foot height, but he was just as muscular or more than Drew. I couldn’t believe a high school kid was wanting to shake a hand of a homo in only his towel.

“Matt,” I offered. My hand gripped his. The shake nearly broke my hand because he gripped me hard, seeming to take pleasure in my wincing.

After I let go, I went over to my closet and put my clothing on for the day. I didn’t really care if they saw me naked. Drew has probably seen me naked before. And they were both jocks, so they surely both saw naked men. However, I could feel Brad’s lustful eye on me, while Drew busied himself with the box he brought me.

Once I put all my clothes on, which had astoundingly turned into a button-up shirt with a V-neck under it, and a very nice pair of jeans, Drew stopped busying himself and gave me a pouty look. I instantly knew he wanted something.

“Matt.” He itched the back of his head. His tie looked tight against his neck. “Brad here is interested in art.”

Brad slightly coughed in reply.

“Actually music.” Drew darted an annoyed glance at him. “Anyway, I was telling him about the art show that you told me about and he wants to see it.”



I finally nodded because I was finding it hard to not do what this beautiful boy in front of me wanted. And that made me cringe. After I got kicked out of my house, I stayed with one of my friends for a month. During that time, I was looking for a job and getting screwed with by guys. I wanted to go to college and when I was looking around with an art portfolio in hand, an art professor stopped me and took a look at my work. He then made me an offer I couldn’t turn down. He told me if I would live with him, do his house-work for him, and occasionally give him his sexual desires, he would find me scholarships and pay for anything school-related that they didn’t cover. That year, I worked, building up a bank account. He had a room for me, so I didn’t actually have to pay for anything more than my phone. It gave me enough money to get my car.

As we walked toward the gallery building, my mind twisted in thoughts. I stayed a few good paces ahead of the other two, until Drew asked me what was wrong.

“I have an art history test on Thursday that I really need to start studying for,” I confessed. My pace slowed and the two boys flanked me. Brad’s arm brushed up against mine. Glancing over at him, I slightly smiled. He seemed at ease as he walked, slight excitement concealed in his eyes.

“Procrastinating again?” Drew asked.

Brad slightly frowned. The air was starting to feel a little to warm for October.

Lucky for me, I didn’t have to answer my brother because we were at the gallery. I opened the door for the other two boys. Together we all walked into the building. Again, I lead the way to the gallery, flinching at the thought of Brad seeing my work.

We all separated. I studied some of my collogue’s work. To me, it all seemed soulless and amateur. My eyes lingered over to one of the finest pieces of work in the room: Brad. Even through his shirt, I could tell that he spent a lot of time sculpting his body. He was transfixed on one of my pieces. My heart pounded in my throat as I made my way over to it, my footsteps sounding loud on the wood floor.

The painting in question: one of my most brutal carvings into my soul. If you thought that Freda had tortured and horrific paintings, then you would never be prepared for the terrible sight of this. It would be a mess to even try to explain it in words. I wouldn’t bore you with those details anyway.

“This is astounding,” Brad commented, never tearing his eyes away from it, as he inspected every square inch of it.

“Tell me about it,” I replied, trying to keep all my focus on him while ignoring my baby brother’s impatient footsteps, as he moved from painting to painting rapidly.

Brad pointed to the very center. A black hole that was sucking the rest of the painting into it. “That’s the artist.” His finger circled around it. “Each of these are his or her pains.” He pointed out individual things and commented. “Being used. Being abandoned. Feeling loveless. Fear.” He continued on, pinpointing every last detail of my life, horrifically.

“You’re pretty good at interpretation.”

Finally he looked at me. “It’s yours isn’t it?”

My eyes widened, as my mouth began to feel very dry. No words could come to me. We moved onto a few paintings that weren’t mine. His vision of them made me less critical. His words were fluently beautiful about each.

Immersed in what Brad was telling me about one of the paintings, I didn’t notice Drew come up behind us. “Are you two almost done yet? I’m bored as hell.”

Anger filled me. It had been so long since I’d seen someone so brilliant and passionate that I couldn’t believe my brother was suggesting to leave. When I cooled a little, I remembered that my brother was ignorant—not stupid, but ignoring—toward art. Flicking my wrist at him, I said, “Go, if you want. I can take Brad home.” My stupid mouth. I quickly looked to affirm with Brad that he would be cool with it.

Keeping his face still, Brad nodded and told Drew he could go. As Drew walked out, Brad slid a backpack off that he had been wearing the whole time that I hadn’t even noticed. He pulled out a notebook and wrote a few names and artists names down. With small notes that I couldn’t read.

“Let me get some notes, and we’ll go back to your place so you can study for your test, and I can write my paper while it’s fresh in my head.” It seemed like a question and a statement at the same time.

Happy to be spending more time with him, I quickly agreed. I was in the early stages of feeling the small desire to do anything to just be around him. Which sent a huge warning in my head. First of all, he was still in high school. Secondly, gay relationships are a complete joke. But having sex with him—my stomach dropped. For once, sex felt wrong. And not just because of his age. I furrowed my eyebrows from confusion.

Brad suddenly snapped his notebook shut and turned to me. “Oh, you want me out of your hair, don’t you?”

I took a step toward him. “No. Not at all. Just thinking.”

Finally, Brad let out a true grin. “I’m ready to go back to your place then.” He quickly turned his back to me and headed out the door. His bubble butt was luscious.

As we walked back to my apartment, we talked about him being in football, president of his class for student council, playing the trumpet, and me about art school and how successful the sales on my paintings were (not that I was bragging). Normal stuff. Even if I did feel like his blue eyes were piercing through me.

Back at my apartment, he quickly sat at my two-person kitchen table that sat up high so your feet couldn’t touch the floor and started to write a paper based off of his notes. As to not disturb him, I got out my laptop and started working on studying my painting slides. With such a gorgeous boy sitting next to me, I had a hard time concentrating.

My stomach growled, helping me remember that I had not eaten anything yet, so I got up and fixed Brad and me a quick dinner of hamburgers and mac & cheese.

He closed his notebook about the time that I plated the food and brought it over to him. “I only have ketchup, I hope that’s okay.”

Brad smiled and thanked me.

Over dinner we had some more good conversation. Only, he started asking me very personal questions about being gay.

“Why all the questions about me being gay, Brad?” I asked curiously.

Brad scooped up some food and took a bite then shook his head. “You really don’t remember me, do you?”

Much like an art history test, I went through slides in my head of the past. As far as I knew, Brad and I had never crossed paths before that day. “If so, I’m afraid you’ll have to help me out some.”

“We were married at recess. And you used to tongue kiss me on the playground when you were in fifth grade.”

I looked him over. He must have been joking with me. “You’re that Brad. No way!”

He gave me a secure nod back. “In fact, I am.”

My heart skipped a beat. The Brad I made out with was a little rag-tag first-grader, who wore clothes that were too big for his frail, skinny body. His teeth all had gaps in them. But he was still cute back then. “I don’t know if I should say sorry or what there.” I felt off balance and sat down.

“Actually.” He kind of blushed. “I’ve thought about you almost every day of my life. It just took me this long to finally ask Drew about you.”

I pinched my thigh to make sure I was still awake. Yep, I was. The pain was there with that pinch. “I’m still in an unsure-what-to-say place.”

Brad got up and took the plates in the kitchen. He rinsed them and placed them in the dishwasher. “Study,” he told me, with a strange gleam in his eyes. I did as he commanded, while he did my dishes. What a sweet boy. Certainly someone I could get used to. But a darkness crept in my heart. God didn’t let me have anything good. So, why should I hope things would be different. Surely, he was just putting on a show and was going to get back at me for kissing him when he was a kid. Probably even straight.

When he finished, he walked over and put his chin on my shoulder, looking at the slides. Under each one had the information in small print that I covered up when I quizzed myself.

“Wanna make this more interesting?” He whispered in my ear. Which tickled, so I plunged my finger into it.

“What do you have in mind?” If I turned my head, I could just kiss him. But I couldn’t.

He wrapped his arms around my middle. “How about, I’ll quiz you. If you get an answer right, I take a piece of clothing off. If you get it wrong, then you have to take a piece of clothing off?”

Cruel world. How dare you bring this into my life. Of course, I accepted this challenge right away, knowing full well I was about to be naked in front of him. But then, I already had been earlier that day.

He started at the beginning. Thank God for good old Mona Lisa. His shoes both came off because I knew both the title and the artist.. However, when I couldn’t produce the year, one of my shoes came off. It would have been nice if the next painting would have been Starry Night, but instead, all I knew was that the painting in question was created by Turner.

As Brad’s shirt came off—revealing his tight eight-pack abs (fuck)—he told me that maybe I should do my shirt button by button.

About half way through the slides, I was naked and Brad had only removed his socks. I was sucking this set of slides up. “Now what?” My penis was threatening to get hard.

Brad shrugged.

“How about I have to suck your penis for a minute any time I get one wrong?” I suggested with a sly grin.

“No. That’s a reward for you too.” It wasn’t mean. Just as a passing thought. His eyes roamed down to the floor. “How about, if you get it wrong, you have to suck one of my toes?”

I frowned. Feet were so gross. But the worshipers love to do it. And I wouldn’t so much mind worshiping Brad. There was a small twinge inside me when I thought of the word worship.

“That’s it then.”

As soon as he changed slides, I was sucking on his big toe. It was really weird feeling in my mouth. It was fat and stubby. Something like a horrifying cock. Right away, I was onto the next one. I managed to get his pants off of him, but he had basketball shorts on under them. Damn it!

Once he finished the slides, I had finished off cleaning his entire feet. Of course, I had a raging boner. It was actually the first time I’ve ever been embarrassed about having a boner.

“I’ve got an idea.” The evil look on his face scared me a bit. “I’ll make you a bet. If you can get forty percent of the information from the slides correct, I stay the night here and hold you all night. If you don’t, you have to be my slave for thirty days.”

The math did not add up right. He wanted for me to give myself to him completely for thirty days, in comparison to one night of cuddling? Not right. “I don’t know these enough. And those’s not really fair Day


Brad rubbed them, taunting me. He agreed to my final terms and gave me an hour to study, while he listed to his IPOD. I swear, I’ve never studied that hard for something in my life. Yet, the whole time that I was studying, I was thinking about the boy in the room with me, who was staring at my cork board intently. I was a bit embarrassed because my most recent HIV negative certificate from a week ago hung on the board as a way to let guys know I was safe. So, that distracted me just enough to give me only thirty-five percent of the questions correct.

“Slave for thirty days.” Brad reminded me. “Today is day one. You’re lucky.”

I was feeling terribly lucky. Being someone’s slave again didn’t make me feel very excited. But being Brad’s slave... I don’t know, it seemed like something interesting.

Brad stepped right in front of me. Still naked, I was instantly excited. When his basketball shorts were right against my penis, the silky feeling made me completely hard. His face was an inch from mine. “Kiss me like you used to,” he said with a breath of a whisper.

I obeyed. Holding his face, I kissed him. His lips were so soft and supple. Mine couldn’t have been that soft. They were probably chapped. I pressed my tongue in his mouth and awkwardly fished around. I listened for a response but got nothing.

He stepped back. Disappointment filled his eyes. “You’ve lost your passion...” He yawned. “I’m going to bed. You sleep naked tonight. No blankets. You can hold me for warmth.”

He kept the tv on as he curled up in my blankets and pulled them away from where I would be able to access them. I felt bad that he was in my sex bed. I got into the bed and rubbed his back. “You better be naked and not under the blankets when I wake up, Matthew.” The way he used my full first name put chills down my spine.

“Yes sir.” Sir? What the eff?

Before I knew it, light breathes came from him. He was asleep. I shut the tv and lights off, so he could sleep. I started to shiver and held him tight for warmth. Not much more came to me though. This is what I deserved. Turning away from my beliefs had been a chilling experience.