Date: Sun, 15 Aug 2021 23:29:09 +0000 From: encolpius1 Subject: Every Man Needs A Boy 12 BOYS NEED BOYS By Encolpius AUTHOR'S NOTE: A continuation of the second story of three planned. Thanks to my collborator Gacha_Blue and to my editor SkyBorn for his invaluable assistance. Feedback is welcome! Write to Encolpius1@protonmail.com Donate to Nifty!!!! Be a good guy! THREE I didn't think I was gay. I didn't. Maybe a little. No, not even that. It was just that I was one of the smallest kids in my class and, I admit, I was jealous of Sam and Coop. They were my best friends and they were tall, had muscles and hair and shit. But they were my best friends and nothing else. That's what I thought. I was just jealous. I wished I was taller and had muscles and had girls hanging all over me. I was a late bloomer. It was just jealousy. I was going to get tall, too, and then I'd like girls. I'd be just as crazy and obsessed as Sam and Coop were. All the pussy I could handle. If girls liked red headed boys. Then I got pubes and I still didn't like girls. But I wasn't gay. I mean, I didn't act like a girl or anything. I definitely didn't want to be like a girl. Being like a girl would suck. I mean, having a dick is the greatest thing in the world, right? We all played on our middle school baseball team. Our infield was pretty good. It was me at second base, Sam at short stop and Coop at third base. Jared, a kid me and Sam played Little League with, was at first base. He used to be a catcher when we were little but he was way too tall now. He used to be fat but he was kind of not so fat anymore. In middle school, we played on a field that was fifty feet from the pitcher's mound to home plate with seventy foot base paths. That's more than Little League but less than high school. I needed to be bigger next year or I wouldn't be able to do it at all. We were 4-0 for the season and Sam was pitching this game. I stayed at second and they brought in a big 7th grader to take Sam's place at short. Sam had pitched opening day and had a good game. This time he was struggling. It was the 5th inning and we were down 2-0. He walked the first guy, a right handed hitter. The next guy was a lefty and he dropped one into right field for a single. I got the throw as the cut off man and made the lead runner retreat back to second. So, it was two on and nobody out. Then a right handed hitter tapped one to short. I broke for the bag expecting the short stop to toss it to me. He looked my way, hesitated and threw to first but he one hopped it. I was pissed. It should have been a routine play. It was so screwy we ended up with bases loaded and no outs. I looked over at our bullpen and this kid Devin was warming up his arm. That wasn't going to make Sam happy. Devin was a jerk. He used to be Kayleigh's boyfriend and him and Sam didn't get along. I saw Coach Fletcher come out to talk to Sam. He was killing time until Devin was warm. Coach Tyler, Sam's dad, who was going to be coach of our travel team, was in the stands with mine and Coop's dads. I felt bad for Sam. We all gathered up around the mound. "I don't think you've got it today, Sam," Coach Fletcher said. "I jammed that guy." "You didn't get him out." "A good throw would have," Coop said. "It is what it is," Coach Fletcher replied. "They have two lefty's coming up. We're going with a left handed pitcher." "I jammed him. He should have fed Jace," Sam complained. "We would have turned two." "But you didn't get him out. Bases are loaded, no outs," Coach Fletcher replied. The umpire walked toward the mound and told the coach it was time to play ball. "We're making a change," Coach Fletcher said, motioning to the bullpen. "Sam, play short." I could see on Sam's face he was pissed, but he went to short. Coach sent Devin in to pitch. He gave up a long sacrifice fly, bringing in one run. There were runners on first and third since the runner on first didn't advance. Devin struck out the next batter giving us two outs. But then he gave up a home run. All three runners came in. 5-0. "Fuck," Sam snarled as we jogged in at the end of the inning. "It's not like he did any fucking better than me." All of us were frustrated. In the 7th, I tapped a ball down the third base line. I should have beat it out but their guy made a great throw. Sam struck out. Then Coop, our clean up hitter, got caught napping and let his third strike zing past without swinging. In frustration, he banged the bat down hard on home plate and yelled 'FUCK'. His dad was at the fence in a second. "COOPER! Come here!" Coop got told off by his dad for swearing. I was embarrassed for him and Coop was humiliated. His dad shouldn't have done that. First off, Coop used bad language all the time like all of us do. It's not a big deal. Second, you shouldn't call out your kid in public like that. It's just wrong. Coop got his glove and went to the third base bag, Devin was finishing his warm up throws. I jogged over to Coop and Sam. "Don't sweat it, dude," I said. "Play ball." Coop banged his fist in his glove. "Play ball." We lost 5-0. None of us had played well. Sam was the goat though. If you scored it, all five runs belonged to him, four of them earned. And he went 0-4 at the plate. A shitty day. The next day wasn't much better. Sam was being an asshole. Moody and all. Not talking. Coop told him he was on the rag and Sam snapped back at him. He was unhappy about something. He rode home with me every day. Sometimes Coach picked us up but usually it was my mom. Coach just talked about sports or MMA or shit. My mom was more... mom like. Sam was in the front seat because his legs were longer and he was being sullen. She tried to get him to talk about what the problem was. "I don't what to talk about it," Sam said. She looked at him with concern. "Is there a problem with Tyler?" Sam looked at her sharply. "Tyler? No. God, No." "Ah, a girl then." "I don't want to talk about it." Shit, that sucked. Was there something going on between Sam and Kayleigh? It couldn't have been that she was pregnant because there was no way Sam had gotten to home plate. I wondered if they had broken up. He definitely wasn't happy. When we got home I broke for the fridge because I was starving. Usually Sam was right there with me even though it ticked my mom off that we ate so much. Instead, he stayed behind and told her something while I searched around and tried to figure out something unhealthy to eat. That's hard. My mom was into healthy snacks. Sam came up and wasn't that into feeding his face. "Okay, no homework. Go do whatever it is boys do when they have a broken heart," she said. We got outside and Sam said we should go to the woods behind the house. We had built a fort there two summers ago after him and Tyler moved down the street. We built another one last summer behind his house but that was deeper in the woods. We plunged into the woods down the path we had trampled out and got to the clearing. Sam flopped down on the log bench. "Kayleigh was making out with Devin," he said. "The bitch." "Devin?" "Yeah. The fucking asshole." "Goddamn. He is an asshole. He's a dick and a bully. A piece of shit." "No lie," Sam said bitterly. "That fucking sucks." "Yeah," Sam looked around the clearing. "You remember when we camped out in your backyard. You and me and Coop, right after our first ball game together? That was fun." I laughed. "I remember you went home in the middle of the night." "I was sick," Sam protested. "You ate too much." Sam laughed. "Yeah." "It was fun though." Sam nodded pensively. "Do you think it was weird, in the tent at Cumberland? I mean, all of us jacking off?" "No," I said, my heart sinking a little. "I loved it." "Yeah," Sam said, looking off into the distance. "Sometimes I think Coop just likes to show off, you know?" Almost instantly I wanted to defend him, defend Coop, even from something that minor. "I don't think so." Sam shrugged and passed it off. But the thing was that Coop did like to show off. He definitely liked to show off to me, but I didn't care. In a way, it was weird he didn't have a girlfriend. Girls were a major topic of conversation for him after all. Sam had one, though it seemed maybe not for long. I guess Coop could be a bit of an asshole when he wanted to. Sam was more easy going. I don't know. What I did know was that I had a crush on him. I'm not sure when it started. At Halloween the three of us made our last stab at scoring trick or treat candy and I didn't have a crush on him then. Not at Christmas either, when his family went out of town for the holidays. I hung around with Sam and played video games and didn't really think about him at all. It was sometime after that. I kind of got this problem that I'm sure you've figured out. You know when I said I wasn't gay. That wasn't really true. Big surprise. I got that. Except I kind of didn't want to be gay. I kind of just wanted to be normal. You know what I mean? I figured I would like girls eventually. I acted like I did when I was around my friends but I just really never did. I was just acting and hoping nobody noticed. Problem is I don't think girls look good with their clothes off. I think they look funny. Boys, on the other hand, look dope. I mean, Wow. Then my brother, Tristan, showed me how to get porn on my phone. I had to be super careful because my Mom started checking my phone. But it was ridiculously easy. And it wasn't just straight porn. I started out watching regular porn but mostly concentrated on watching the guys. Then I took the plunge. I went to gay porn. Goddamn. Okay. So, I watched it and when the one guy got down and started sucking the other guy's dick, I thought I was going to die. It was the hottest thing I had ever seen, ever thought or ever imagined. It was great. It was wild! I was amazed that the guy that was sucking the dick was rock hard. Like sucking dick was a massive turn on for him. And it was really, really strange because I figured the guy getting sucked would be hard because it felt good. Right? But the guy doing the sucking? Then I realized that I was incredibly hard and I was just watching the two guys suck. How hard would I be if I were the one doing the sucking? What if I were sucking, say, Sam? Oh, shit! What if I were sucking Coop? Fuck! There was this one video. This black haired boy was like a study group leader. It was like a high school or college study group. The guy was kind of geeky, kind of nerdy but in a hot way. The other boys discovered that he did porn and they were kind of blackmailing him. His name was Matthew Keading. He ended up sucking them all off. A couple of blondes and a brown haired boy. They were all lean and big dicked and beautiful. He sucked them and then they fucked him, taking turns, stuffing his ass and feeding him cock. I loved it. But I couldn't tell anybody about it. I didn't want anybody to know. I definitely couldn't tell my parents. Not in a million years. As far as they were concerned, sex had never crossed my mind. No sir! But that porn stuck with me. Just thinking about it made me hard. Coop came over with his sister. Supposedly Tristan was looking out for me even though I didn't need to be looked after. I was thirteen after all. I might have been smaller than other guys but I was still thirteen and I could look out for myself. My parents were gone and Tristan and Jana were hanging out. Me and Coop were playing Call of Duty while Tristan was being all dopey over his girlfriend. They went to his room and me and Coop were left alone. So we raided all the snacks. If there was any trouble Big Bro would have to explain why they were all gone. We quickly got back to the game. "You think he's fucking her?" Coop asked. I shrugged. What Tristan did was nothing to me. He's a dick. "Dunno." "I think he is," Coop said. "Would it be weird to spy on them?" "Totally weird." "Too bad we don't have like a concealed camera." That's weird, I thought, why would he want to see his sister get fucked? He doesn't give a shit about Tristan. He's all into pussy. But his sister's pussy? That's definitely weird. Unless. Unless he IS interested in Tristan. And if he's interested in Tristan... Goddamn.