Date: Sun, 08 Aug 2021 23:59:31 +0000 From: encolpius1 Subject: Every Man Needs a Boy 10 EVERY MAN NEEDS A BOY By Encolpius AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a continuation of the story. It is four years later and the narrator is now Sam's best friend, Jace. This part of the story has gone though a lot of revisions and a difficult birth. However it is better for the process and thanks again to my collaborator Gacha_Blue and the editing skills of SkyBorn. Feedback is welcome! Write to Encolpius1@protonmail.com Donate to Nifty!!!! Be a good guy! BOOK TWO BOYS NEED BOYS ONE Do you like red headed boys? Because I'm red headed. When I was little, I had so many freckles I was covered with them. I used to think that if I was out in the sun more I could make the freckles grow together to be a tan. It didn't work. Oh well. I guess I'm about to be in the market for a boyfriend. But he'll have to like red headed boys. Not that Cooper is my boyfriend. Not exactly. We had sex. That counts for something, I guess. But we weren't in love. He's my friend. He's one of my very best friends. We hang out at school, with our other best friend Sam, and we all three play baseball together and we're regular friends. Just regular friends. And we have sex. Me and Coop. Not Sam. Okay, it's stupid. I don't know. We aren't regular friends and we aren't boyfriends except that he's my boyfriend but I'm not his, I guess. When you're a little kid, you just assume adults know everything about everything non-kid related and nothing about anything kid related. That's not really true. They know a lot of kid related stuff. But they don't know everything about everything. A lot of stuff gets really confusing and hard to figure out as you get older. Sex stuff is the worse. Nobody tells the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. Everybody hides things and has secrets. Everybody is playing a game. My name is Jace. I'm 14 today. Coop and his family are leaving for Nellis Air Force Base in Nevada tomorrow. Then on Monday, I start high school. Me and Sam start high school here and Coop leaves to go to Nevada and he'll go to high school there. He's only been here for three years. It's not fair. "Man, it must suck," I say to him. "You move all the time. As soon as you get to one place and make friends, you move again and have to start over. I'd hate having to start over all the time." Coop shrugs like it's no big deal, life of a military brat, but I know he's full of shit. A lot of Air Force kids talk about how great it was in Germany or England or Spain or wherever. Coop's dad was stationed in North Carolina before they came here. I think he doesn't want to go anymore than we want him too. He could stay and we could be the Three Musketeers. That would be cool. He could sleep in my room. Except I'm pretty sure two of the musketeers weren't, you know, doing it. The weird thing is that my older brother, Tristan, is dating Coop's older sister. Tristan is about to be a senior and Jana will be going into the eleventh grade. My parents are doing a cook out to say goodbye to Cooper and his parents. Our other friend, Sam, is here, too. He's been my friend since T ball. When we were little kids, like nine, Sam was still living with his foster family and Coach - that's his dad, Coach Tyler - was one of the coaches of our team. I was scared of him. He shouted a lot and was mean. But him and Sam bonded and they sent Sam to live with him. Coach is working on adopting him. It's like totally cool because Sam got a great dad and Coach got a son. It didn't make him shout less though. He was our travel ball coach this summer. He still shouts at us a lot. But he's not mean anymore. We have kind of gone off by ourselves for a minute, me and Coop. Everybody else is in the back yard and we're on the other side of our little house. Our house is made of white brick and there were enough bricks left over for my dad to build a workshop that's half faced in the white brick, too. Me and Coop are over here, on the far side. "It does suck, admit it," I say. He nods a little and looks really sad. "I'm going to get a girlfriend out there. Big titties and a big ass and I'll fuck her everyday." I laugh. "Cooper Sheridan, straight man stud." I'm taller now than I was at the beginning of the summer. Him and me are almost the same height now but I am way skinnier. I've grown like three inches this summer. My voice has mostly dropped. I'm not the little kid, the smallest kid in the 8th grade that I was at spring break. I'm just a regular kid. Skinny, and everything is out of proportion and nothing moves like it should, but a regular kid. I'm leaning against the wall. He's facing me. We're pretty close to one another. I want to reach out and grab him by the waist and press his body against mine and feel his muscles and smell his scent and have his crotch grind against mine. Black hair. Wavy. Like an unruly mop on his head. A few freckles across his nose. They're cute and he hates them. He wants to be the stud, the alpha male, the man, but he has these cute freckles. Just like me. Just not as many. And really, really blue, blue eyes. He has really pretty eyes. Mine are green. Coop says that I look like a demon, red hair and green eyes. Oh, and he has actual chest muscles. And biceps and triceps and delts and abs. And big veins on his arms. And a bit of hair that goes up to his belly button and really hairy legs. And he has a dick. And big low rider balls. I know this for a fact. "How about you? You gonna let Sam do you next?" I smile. I used to have the hugest crush on Sam. He's super cute, blond haired, lean and blue eyed. Super charismatic. But Sam has a secret that not even Coop knows. Sam is my friend. He's my best friend. And he's hot as fuck. And I would. I know I would. But it isn't going to happen. It's weird. It's possible but it's impossible too. It could happen but it couldn't, if that makes sense. I smile and I shrug. "Thanks for this summer," Coop says. I just look down. I want to cry. I want to bawl. I want to run away from all this stupid shit and ignore all these fucking people. I want to go tell everybody that Coop has to stay and why he has to stay. I want to rage against all the unfairness of all this fucking shit. But I won't. There's a million trillion reasons why I won't. And then he kisses me. We're pressed against each other. Our bodies together. Lean and tight. Having him close makes me hard. In an instant. Just like that. He kisses me. It surprises me. His lips against mine. His tongue in my mouth. His body against mine. It's like I'm bathed in electricity. It's like every nerve in my body is screaming out for him to touch me, to hold me, to do more. More and more. Kiss and touch and more. I get over being shocked and I kiss him back. A million tons of passion, everything I can feel and I kiss him back. He kissed me that one time before. Right at the start. That first time we did it. Not even three months ago. It seems longer than that. But never since. Not until now. I'm excited, turned on, horned up. And later I'll be really sad. Sam comes around the corner and Coop jumps back. We both look at him, silent and awkward. "You guys need a second?" Sam asks. "Nah," Coop says. Sam nods. "If I cry too, we'll all have red eyes and nobody will think anything about it." I don't say anything. There's nothing to say I guess. "You know, when I get out there, maybe I'll play on a decent team." "Maybe we'll find a third baseman that can hit his weight." I say. I kinda regret it as soon as I say it. Coop was in a slump at the end of travel ball. "Man, we're the greatest infield ever," Sam says. "The Three Musketeers." Coop nods. "Yeah." "I'm gonna miss you, man," Sam says. "And fuck. If you're gonna kiss, kiss. Goddamn." Coop shook his head. And we're all about to cry. "Just one minute, okay?" "Sure," Sam says. Coop looks at me. "I was never going to be your boyfriend. You know that right? I don't know but I really, really like girls. I mean, I really do." "I know." He looks off and shakes his head. "It's all going to be cool. There are going to be others, you know? I mean, I'm a stud and you're not a runt anymore. There are going to be others. But, you know. We'll never forget each other, right? Not even when we're old." "Right." There's more I want to say but don't. We go back to the cookout and nobody asks anything or even seems to notice. We throw a ball around, each trying to out throw the other. Coach and my dad and even Coop's dad join in some. Then we eat burgers. Sam and Coop and me each have two and then we go for the hot dogs. There are jokes about how much teenage boys eat and they're true. We're eating machines. Like locusts. But then it busts up. Coop and his family go home. Tristan and Jana are acting like they want more and they say that they're going out. It's a Saturday. Coop's dad is real military and strict. He gives them a short lecture but teenagers can go out on a date. They're going to do more than that though. They want one last roll. My mom puts her arm around me as we go in. "It's sad, your friend leaving." "Yeah." Sometimes in my mind, there's a million things I want to tell her. A million things I want to say. But she'll ask questions and there's a million other things I don't want to say. So I just don't really say much. It's 10:30. I'm in my room playing World of Warcraft. My phone dings. "Meet?" It's a text from Coop. "K," I text back. It will be at 11:30 and I'll have to sneak out. I know where. The fort we all built two summers ago in the woods behind my house. I've been there a million times and I can find it in the dark. It's nearly a full moon, not super dark but I could find it even then if I had to. I shut down and act like I'm whining about an 11 o'clock bedtime, but I give in. Everything is normal. My parents go to bed. They're old and they get tired. Tristan is out until 1. I just have to wait thirty minutes. It seems like it takes forever. I want to see Coop one last time. Just one last time. Me and him. By ourselves. I'm excited. And you know why. I don't need a flashlight to find it. I'm a cat. Out the door, quiet. I see Coop's bike. He's ahead of me. He's waiting. I'm so excited. I want to see him and talk to him. Touch him. Smell him. It's so weird that I can feel so strongly for someone and not be able to tell anyone about it. I'd like to shout it out loud. I'd do anything for him. But I don't know if he feels the same way about me. It's so weird. I burst through into the clearing. He's sitting on a log. He has his shirt off. A weird thought goes through my mind hoping the mosquitoes leave us alone. He has such a beautiful body. How could anyone not want to touch and rub it? "Hey," I say. "Hey." I get to where he's sitting. I'm right in front of him. For once, I'm towering over him. He puts his hands on my legs, rubbing my calves. Instantly I'm hard. Just from his simple touch. I almost can't breathe already. "You don't have to kiss me again," I say. Coop shrugs and doesn't say anything. I want him to kiss me though. "Can I see you naked?" He stands up and pulls off his running shorts. He's hard. I touch it. I put my hand around the hard shaft of his perfect dick and stroke it one time, lightly, softly. I love it. Is he hung? I don't know. We're about the same size I think. At least now. He used to be bigger. I can smell his scent, dried sweat and whatever else. I like that smell. I like that hard dick. "Are you going to fuck me?" I ask. "Yeah," Coop says. It's almost flat, unemotional. "Yeah. I'm going to fuck you." I pull off my shorts and I'm as hard as I can possibly be. Like titanium or something. Like Sam - and it's weird I know this - I've started shaving my pubes. It's just a ring of hair around my dick and not all the way filled in, less pubic hair than Coop and he doesn't shave. He has started to trim. I like that. It makes his dick look bigger. Mine too from shaving, but I don't like that my pubes are orange. But I'm hard, so hard. And he is, too. There's really not a whole lot to say. I put it in my mouth. His hardness. Sometimes I gag if it goes in too far but I'm getting better. I can get it all the way down as long as he doesn't move and try to ram it in. Sometimes he forgets, though. Or doesn't care. He forgets. But I take him all the way down, his hard dick in my mouth and my dick twitches because my whole body knows that this is the most fun that you can possibly have. Sex is great. Boy sex is the best. If they tell you that you should wait they're lying sacks of shit. I'd suck his dick every day, all the time. Lick it up and down. Suck on his balls. God, it's the best. The absolute best. We aren't too young. That's just stupid. All the way down and all the way up. I use my tongue to rub along the piss vein. I can smell him. It turns me on. I rub my dick, and it's standing tall. I grab his balls and tug on them. "Uh. Oh God, yeah, Jace. Oh yeah. Suck it." I suck on the head of his dick, just the head and use my tongue to rub across it. He groans loudly and then whimpers a bit. He pushes me off and tugs at my shoulder. I stand up. He looks at me like he's in pain. "I wish this could last forever but if I don't fuck you, I'm gonna cum," he says. "Then fuck me." Up against a tree. He gives me some lube so I can jack off. Then I feel the slipperiness in my ass. I get so turned on this way sometimes I can barely touch myself. My dick is twitching like it knows this is going to feel so good. He gets behind me. I can feel his body against mine, lining up his cock. He rubs the head against my hole between my ass cheeks. "Coop," I say, turning halfway around, "don't be nice about it. Fuck me hard." He pushes it in and it hurts. It does hurt. A searing tearing pain but even that is great. I expected it. I feel full down there, uncomfortable. My dick's hard and I'm compelled to touch it, to stroke it. He's in. I feel so full. It's such a weird sensation. Weird but great. "Fuck me," I hear myself say. He moves inside of me. He's tentative at first. I want to shout for him to do it harder. I want it. I am burning. I have needs. I want it. Give it to me. Fuck me. Fuck me hard. God, please! He fucks me. He moves in me. His body, hot and sweaty, a little stinky but with the smell of soap on him, too. His lean hard body against mine, his hands, rough and big and strong, pawing at me and his dick is in me. I stroke myself. It will only take a minute, I know. He's lost control. He's railing on my ass. He's pounding me, grunting. It feels so good. It feels so right. How can this be wrong? Oh God! He's fucking me. "Fucking tight ass," he snarls. His rough hands are tearing me apart. His dick is splitting me in two. "Goddamn, what a fucking tight ass. You want this? You want this?" I can't talk. I can't answer. I am so close. He is, too. He pounds on my ass. "Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop," I whimper. It's like a prayer. "You're going to take my fucking cum." I almost black out. And then I cum. Huge ropes of cum, a geyser. It feels so great, so perfect, the best feeling in the world. He rams it in one more time. I feel him spasm and twitch and unload in me. He pulls out and I laugh a little. I'm so happy I can make him feel so good. That he can make me feel so good. We have our clothes on again. "I don't guess either one of us will be doing it for a while," Coop says. "Have to crank it out." I shrug. I haven't thought that far ahead. He turns me towards him and looks me in the eye. "Find a boyfriend, Jace," he says. "Someone that'll tell you how great you are and make you feel like you're on top of the world." I nod. "Find a girlfriend." "I'm a super stud, Jace-man. Just a matter of time." I'm pretty sure he lost his virginity when he fucked me that first time. "Yeah." And then we kiss again. Three times. "Bye," Coop says. "Bye." He gets on his bike and heads back. He doesn't turn to look and see if I am watching him. I sneak in the house and don't get caught. I get in bed and curl up, all tight in a ball. And I start to cry.