Secrets of the District

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.