Date: Wed, 11 Aug 2021 23:49:49 +0000 From: encolpius1 Subject: Every Man Needs a Boy part 11 BOYS NEED BOYS By Encolpius AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thanks to my proofreader/editor Skyborn, who has helped make this a better story, and my collaborator, GachaBlue.This is the second story in a planned (but not yet finished!) trilogy. Feedback is welcome! Write to Encolpius1@protonmail.com Donate to Nifty!!!! Be a good guy! BOOK 2 BOYS NEED BOYS TWO Now that you know how it ended, let me tell you how it started. This is how me and Cooper Sheridan ended up the way we did. You have to go back a few months to March. College baseball had started and Coach Tyler, Sam's dad, was all about Vanderbilt because he played there. They had a good team usually. The Major Leagues hadn't started yet but Cooper was all about the Texas Rangers. Me and Sam were for the Braves. Coop was pretty smug because he thought the Rangers were going to be good (and he was right). Me and Sam kinda hoped the Braves wouldn't suck (and we were wrong). But March was all about Baseball. March Madness. Coach was happy because Vandy made the tourney but they lost in the first four and were out quick. Me and my dad were for North Carolina, because that's where he and Mom met, and Sam and Coop joined in. The Tar Heels lost by four in the championship. That was March and that's when it kinda started. But me and Coop and Sam were already friends. Going back a little further, Sam and I had been friends since we were eight or nine years old. We met playing baseball on the same team. Sam was in the foster care system back then. Well, I guess he kinda still is, except now Coach Tyler is his foster dad instead of the mean parents he used to have. But that's another story. After Coach got custody of Sam, they bought a house two doors down from where I lived. The old lady between us hated how we crossed her yard to get to each other's houses. Sam was a good baseball player. He was a good athlete all around. I wouldn't have wanted him to know it but he was probably better than me. Then Cooper's family moved to town. They moved in but we didn't become friends until he joined our Little League team. We made it to the Southeast Regionals two years running. That's when we became the Three Musketeers. When we were in the 7th grade, Sam and Coop were a little taller than me, but not much. In the 8th, they were way taller. They had a growth spurt and I didn't. They got hairy and I didn't. They got deep voices and I didn't. I was one of the shortest guys in the 8th grade. And it sucked. But here's the thing, Sam and Coop got really interested in girls. I didn't. I mean, it was because I was behind in puberty, I know. I was sure once I caught up I would be, too. Then I got pubes. And I was still more interested in boys than girls. It was jealousy. It had to be. It was because they were bigger and stronger and hairier and everything. Jealousy. Total jealousy. But I didn't think about girls when I masturbated. And when did I notice that Coop had the world's most perfect butt? Or how he had to tug at his cup sometimes before batting to get everything pointed in the right direction? I did notice that. A lot. Spring break and we were going with Coach camping. Him and Sam did that a lot. This time me and Coop were going. We were amped for it, too. At least I was. Sam invited us but then he started acting all pissy about it, but still. Coach was way cooler than my dad and a million times cooler than Coop's. His dad was kind of a jerk. His parents were, like, super-Christian and they went to church all the time. Which was a joke because when he was with us, Coop wasn't real goody-goody, you know? His dad went to our games and was always getting down on Coop for this or that even though Coop was a really good third baseman. Anyway, we were going to Cumberland Island and we were going to be roughing it. The drive down was boring but we sang silly songs and told stupid jokes and had farting contests, so it wasn't too bad. Coach didn't mind, except about the farting. He even told us some dirty jokes. We parked in this little town and unloaded the truck. It was only a three day outing but we had a lot of stuff. And we had to hump it in, too. Sam was being the big expert and getting kind of annoying but Coach was the real expert. We got everything divvied up and Sam and Coop got into a pissing contest about who was the strongest and could carry the most. We took the ferry to the island. From the dock to the camping area was a half mile. That was a long hike with seventy pounds on your back. We checked in with the ranger and got our campsite. It was the closest one to the beach. There were a couple of other campers around at other campsites. It was pretty nice out, but the nights were still a bit cool. We got the camp set up. A small tent for Coach, a big one for us, and the food cages to keep the animals out of our food. What we brought had to last and Coach talked to us about discipline but it was sort of blah-blah-blah. We were amped up for the beach, already in our swim trunks. Me and Sam had swim shirts on but Coop was shirtless. I couldn't help but look. He had actual chest muscles and when he breathed hard you could see his abs. He had a thin line of black hair in his arm pits. I tried but I couldn't help sneaking looks. He was worth looking at. Sam was, too. I mean, he looked great, but, I don't know. Sam was kinda flat chested. But Coop..., oh man. A shirtless Coop was definitely worth looking at. We headed out for the beach. There wasn't anyone else there. The waves weren't real high which sucked. "You wanna go skinny dipping?" Coop grinned. Sam shrugs, "Sure, why not." I didn't want to but I didn't say anything. I wanted them to, but I didn't want to. I was shorter. I had just a little bit of red hair around my ankles and my pubes didn't even meet in the middle around my dick. I looked like a 7th grader. I tried to figure out how I could get out of it. Coop was first out of his swim trunks and yep, I had to look. He had a lot of pubic hair and his dick was thick and long and his balls hung down. Yeah, I looked. Sam pulled off his shirt and he had pit hair, too, but golden colored and easy to miss. He yanked down his trunks and threw them aside. He didn't have any pubic hair. But his dick and balls were as big as Coop's. "You shave your pubes, dude?" "Yeah," Sam answered. "That's kinda gay," Coop said. "It makes my dick look bigger, dude," Sam laughed. "You might want to try it." "Queer boy," Coop said as they started wrestling a bit. That didn't help. Naked and wrestling. Perfect bodies. I got hard. Fast. And I still had to take off my swim trunks. I thought about not doing it because I was hard as a rock. But I took a deep breath and did it anyway. Off they went. It was beyond embarrassing. I wanted to run away or run into the ocean but I didn't. I just stood there with a woody. "Dude!" Coop called out, laughing. "You looking for a boyfriend?" I'm red anyway but I was flushed, blushing, humiliated. Sam came to my rescue. "Don't worry, Jace-man, that shit happens," Sam said. "Remember when Ms. Love called you to the board, Coop, to solve that equation in algebra?" Coop laughed. "Yeah, I was sporting wood for that old bitch and her saggy tits and her quadratic equation. Come on!" They took off towards the water, through the soft sand to the wet hard pack of the low tide. Both Sam and Coop had perfect round butts and they flew like the wind. I was behind them a couple of steps and plunged into the surf just a half second after they did. "Fuck, it's cold!" Sam said. "Don't be a pussy," Coop called out. "Polar bear plunge!" I flung myself in and dived into the incoming waves, figuring all at once was better than a little at a time. It was cold. I shivered a bit in the water but started to get used to it. Sam and Coop went out half way. "Shriveled balls, man," Sam laughed. "It's pretty fucking cold," Coop admitted. I was floating in the water, up and over a wave that slammed into them. "Pussies," I said. Coop kinda dove at me, saying we were playing grab Jace's hard on. I twisted around and swam out of his grasp but both Sam and Coop were right on me, wrestling me. I got thrown toward the shore, landing on my ass in the water. Sam laughed and dove at me, belly flopping instead. Into deeper water, they were still grabbing at my crotch. Suddenly, Coop turned toward shore then looked back toward us. "Shit, it's your dad!" Coach saw where our trunks were and walked to the edge of the water. "Hey, guys, come on in." Sam was standing in waist deep water. "Um, Tyler, we kind of um..." "Yeah," Coach said. "It looks like you lost your trunks." "Come on," Sam said. "We're caught." All three of us trooped out of the water, our balls and dicks shriveled up from the cold, as Coach pointed toward where our trunks were. We went over and put them on. "So, I get how it is but this is not a nude beach, okay?" Coach said. "And I know how thirteen works. Whatever goes on in the tent is what goes on and it's nobody's business. But during the day, if you need to crank one out, find a secluded spot and hope the bugs don't get you. Cool?" "Yeah Coach," me and Coop answered. "Sam?" "Yeah, Tyler. Sure." We had pulled pork sandwiches and chips for supper and it tasted good. It was still pretty hot and humid as the light got dimmer into the night. All of us had our shirts off and I was trying unsuccessfully to concentrate on eating. Coach had a pretty hairy chest and he was muscular. He had a little bit of scruff going on his face, too. Coop had a few hairs at the corners of his lips. He was kinda proud of those. We were just bull shitting around the fire, hoping the bugs didn't eat us alive. Coach said that we could each have a beer - Bud Light - and we were eager. I was guessing Sam might have had beer before. Coach was less into bull shit stupid rules when it came to Sam than my parents or Coop's were. Coop's were really into bull shit rules. I didn't really like the beer. It was sour. But Sam and Coop were acting like they did, so I did too. "You know why Bud Light is like a canoe?" Sam asked, looking around and getting no response. He was looking mostly at Coach. "It's fucking close to water." I laughed and so did Coach. "When you get your own money and a valid ID, you can buy any fruity craft beer you want, kid." "Since it's mostly water and we need to stay hydrated, we can have two, right?" Sam asked. Coach chuckled and shook his head. "One is enough. I might be more generous tomorrow. You never know." Eventually, the bugs got to be too much and Coach wasn't shitting when he set the limit at one beer. We retreated to the big tent and Coach to his. None of us wanted to go to sleep so we told funny stories. Then we - Sam and Coop, really - started talking about girls. Who had the best tits. Who had the best ass. Who was a slut. Who was prettiest. I tried to chip in some but they didn't always agree with my picks. "I'm so fucking horny!" Coop said. Sam laughed and dug in his bag. He pulled out a small bottle and held it up, smiling and announcing that he had no intention of going very long without rubbing out a load. I asked what was in the bottle. "Lube, dumb fuck," Coop said. "Smooth action for the piston, right?" "Right on," Sam said. "So how's this work?" Coop asked. "I'm not going out there with the bugs," Sam said. "It's dark. Nobody can really see anything. Just whip it out and take care of yourself. Right, Jace?" "Right," I said. I got hard quick. We were all going to be whacking off together, in the same tent! It was dark and all but it wasn't that dark. I could see plenty. They could, too. Coop said he didn't care. He said he had a grower not a shower and he yanked down his swim trunks. I almost died. He wasn't hard yet but he played with it and took the lube and poured some into his hand and flipped the bottle to me. He started working on his dick and, goddamn, I almost stopped breathing when he got it hard. I guess I must have looked worried because Sam told me to go ahead, so I did, pulling off my swim trunks and pouring some of the slimy liquid on my hand before tossing the bottle back to Sam. Coop working his hard dick had my full attention. My eyes were use to the darkness and I could see everything. Coop wasn't shy. Sam sort of turned on his side away from us (he had a nice ass, too, by the way) but Coop didn't care. He had his legs open and his dick up and he was working it, not caring that I could see. For whatever stupid reason, I let him see me, too. Like I wasn't shy even though I was. Mine was hard and their's were hard and I could smell their funky odor - like wet earth - and the sweat and shit. I guess we all stunk but I didn't mind. It smelled good. Coop was going at it, his big balls flopping up and down as he went to town on his pole. "We can race to see who cums first," Coop said. "Why?" Sam said. "Enjoy it. See who takes the longest." "Jace. A year from now." "Fuck you Cooper," I said. "You guys shut up. I was thinking about banging Kayleigh," Sam said. Kayleigh was his girlfriend. I'm pretty sure they haven't done much even though Sam bragged all the time. "Driving my dick into her hot pussy." "How's that going?" Coop asked. "I've gotten her tits and a hand down her pants." "Cool," Coop said. I was glad that Cooper didn't have a girlfriend. I knew he liked girls. A lot. Him and Sam talked about girls all the time. But I was glad he didn't have a girlfriend. Not that it mattered for me. I was too chicken shit to make any kind of move on him and I really, really, really didn't want anyone to know how I felt about boys in general. Much less that I had a crush on Cooper. So, fuck. I had a crush on Coop. A huge crush. Gigantic. It was stupid. He didn't even know and, if he had, it wouldn't have mattered because I didn't have tits and a pussy. So, all this puberty shit sucks. Last year, we were just friends and we hung out and I liked him and... Yeah, I liked him then, too. It just sucks. And right then, as he was pleasuring himself, I was wondering what he was thinking about. Some girl, I'm sure. Cooper moaned. Sam snickered when he did. Coop told him to shut up. But then Sam grunted and groaned and me and Coop laughed. But it felt good. Really good. I could have done it all night. Then the thought occurred to me. I really, really would have liked to see Coop shoot. That was kind of weird, right? I mean, it wasn't gross at all. It would have been such a huge turn on if I could have seen him shoot, seen the cum flying out of his dick. That would have been too cool. But it was probably too dark. It was like I could smell their horniness. Their need. Big balls bouncing up and down. Hands flying over steel hard dicks. Coop jacked like a piston. I was massaging my own dick. I was super hard. They were thinking whatever they were thinking, but I was watching. Hands on hard dicks. All of us breathing ragged. It felt so good. "Uhh," Coop grunted as he unloaded. "Oh shit. I need a cum rag. Fuck." Sam laughed as Coop grabbed his shirt to wipe up. Totally naked he was something else. Sam was moaning and I was stroking my dick pretty hard. Coop let us do our thing and he didn't make any noise or talk to disturb us. It was like electricity was passing over me, pins and needles, and it felt good. Beyond good. Way good. Too good. I whimpered a bit as I came. A couple of good spurts. It wasn't a lot but it was cum and I was proud of it. Then Sam did, too. We showered in the cold water in the morning. Coach went with us. He was a muscular guy with a hairy chest and down there was, well, he's a man. I was trying not to look. Not at him. Not at Sam. Not at Coop. That's when Coop caught me. I was looking. I was. He's... God. He's gorgeous and he caught my eye as I was looking. I quickly looked away. Guilty. Caught. I was embarrassed and my heart was racing. "Damn, this'll make your dick shrivel up," Coop said. "It's so cold." "Not like it was that big to begin with," Sam laughed. "Fuck you, queer boy," Coop shot back. As we got dressed and headed back to camp, Coach held Coop back and said something to him. Way later on, Coop told me and Sam that he was just kidding about the queer boy reference. "Yeah, we got it," Sam said. "We were just kidding when we called you a retard." "You didn't call me a retard." "Oh," Sam said, looking all serious. "I guess nobody told you then." I laughed. It took Coop a second. We caught a shark. Well, I caught a shark and they helped. A nurse shark, casting from the beach. Coach helped us clean it and carved shark steaks that we ate for dinner. And we had another beer. The last night, we had two beers and I felt a little tipsy and wobbly but Sam and Cooper acted like it was nothing. "Man, it would be cool if we could come back this summer," I said. "Totally," Coop added. "Maybe," Coach said. "Slots fill up quick though."