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 He was just so withdrawn from the other people in his life.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.