Date: Sun, 22 Aug 2021 23:33:17 +0000
From: encolpius1 <encolpius1@protonmail.com>
Subject: Every Man Needs  A Boy 14

			      BOYS NEED BOYS
				    By
				 Encolpius

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Based on characters from GachaBlue.  Thanks to SkyBorn.  I
highly recommend his services as editor.

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				 BOOK TWO
				   FIVE


	Last year, me and Sam and Coop made this fort in the woods behind
Sam's house.  We used these thick heavy canvas Army surplus shelter halves
that Coach Tyler, Sam's dad, had gotten.  We had built a platform off the
ground between some trees and used the shelter halves as shade over them.
They are bit ragged now but that's where I was, my fortress of solitude.  I
was sitting on the edge of the platform with the weight of the world on my
shoulders.  I felt like a dipshit.  An idiot.  A little gay boy that tried
to do something really, really stupid and got shot down, looking like a
fool.  And now that I'd said it out loud -- that I'm gay -- I couldn't take
it back.

	I heard his footsteps before I could see him.  I knew who it was.

	He stopped at the clearing and looked at me.  Serious.  Then he
climbed up and sat next to me.

	"Are you mad at me?"  I asked.

	"No," Sam said.  "Do you... do you hate me?"

	"Hate you?"  I questioned.  Why would he ask that?

	He was staring straight ahead, not looking at me.  He hung his head
down.  For a minute, it seemed like his world was even worse than mine and
mine sucked donkey dick.

	"I don't hate you," I said.  "Do you hate me?"

	He shook his head 'No'.  He still hadn't looked at me since he sat
down.

	"Are you gay, Sam?"

	He shrugged.  A big shrug.  "You mean, am I gay too?  I don't
know."

	"I mean..."

	"I like girls.  A lot," he laughed, even though it wasn't funny.
"A lot.  Like more than normal.  I guess if Coop's normal then I like girls
like normal people do.  But..."

	I nodded.  "Yeah."

	"Tyler hasn't molested me, Jace," he said, very forcefully.  He
turned toward me, looking me straight in the eye.  "Not once, not ever.  I
was the one that started it.  It was me.  I don't know.  You can think
whatever you want but I was the one that touched him first.  I've never
done anything I didn't want to do.  Tyler has never forced me.  He never
had to.  I was the one who wanted it.  Do you believe me?"

	"Yeah."

	"And I love him."

	"I know."

	"I don't think about other guys.  I think about girls.  A lot.  I
want to fuck pussy so bad I could scream.  I mean it.  But I don't want to
give Tyler up.  Not for a million dollars, not for nothing.  And not for
pussy either."

	"That's cool."

	"You can't say anything.  Not anything.  Not hint at anything.  You
understand?"  Sam said, almost pleading.  "You'll ruin my life and Tyler's
and we never did anything to hurt you or to hurt anybody.  I'm happy with
him and I have to know that I can trust you.  I have to know that."

	"You can trust me, Sam.  I swear," I said.

	"Shit," he said.  "This is so fucked up.  I have to trust you.  I
don't have a choice.  Neither does Tyler.  Oh fuck.  If you tell, we are so
fucked.  Tyler is so fucked.  They'll put him in jail.  I promise you, I
would fucking blow my fucking brains out if that happened.  We are happy,
Jace.  We love each other.  I love him and he loves me."

	"I know, Sam."  I was about to cry.

	"I understand being gay," Sam said.

	I laughed.  "I guess so."

	"No, I mean, I get it and all.  And it's totally cool, you know.
It's not a big deal.  You're still stupid, goofy Jace man.  You just want
to suck dick, that's all."

	I smiled.  Then I laughed.  "Can I ask you a question?  Does
it... does it feel good, you know..."

	"Yeah," he said, pushing my shoulder playfully.  "Yeah.  It totally
does.  I really like it."

	"Do you ever fuck Coach?"

	"No," he laughed.  "Tyler is... I told Tyler, like, after the first
time, that I didn't want him to be with girls... or women, I guess..., just
me.  And he hasn't.  And he won't.  I'm the boss of him.  But Tyler is... I
would fuck him.  I would.  But that's never going to happen.  And I'm cool
with it.  I'm getting what I need.  It's perfect the way it is."

	"And you like it?"

	He nodded.  "Oh yeah."

	"I think I will, too."

	He laughed.  "Jace-man, you're gonna get fucked like a bitch!  Some
guy is going to rail on your ass!  Believe it."

	I laughed.  It was totally cool that we were friends still.  He was
my best friend.

	"I don't think I want anybody to know.  About me.  Nobody ever has
to know about you.  But, I don't really want anybody to know about me.  Not
Cooper for sure."

	Sam nodded.  "I bet you Coop would be cooler with it than you
think, but cool.  It's up to you.  You get to decide."

	We headed to Sam's house and Coach was sitting on the edge of the
back porch, waiting for us.  Sam and me came out of the woods.  Sam headed
over to Coach with me behind him.

	"Everybody's got secrets, Tyler.  It's cool.  We're all cool.
We're all friends and we can all keep each other's secrets.  Right?"  Sam
questioned.

	"Right," Coach said.

	"Right," I agreed.

	Coop came over and we were throwing a ball around, playing catch.
I guess me and Sam were being glum.  There was the 'thwak' of ball hitting
leather and nobody saying much.  Coop tried to get a conversation started
but I think neither me nor Sam were into it.

	"What's wrong with you guys?"  Coop asked, zipping the ball to me.
It stung when it hit my glove, a good sting.

	"Nothing," I said.

	Sam shrugged and then had to go down low to catch the ball as I
threw it to him.  "Nothing."

	"Jesus," Coop said.  "You're acting like girls.  Having a lover's
quarrel?"

	"No." Sam said.

	"What?  Sam didn't kiss you when he was pounding you?"

	"You know, all that homophobic shit isn't funny, Coop," Sam said
flatly.

	I looked at him, surprised.  He was defending me.  I didn't ask him
to and I kinda wished he hadn't, but there it was.  Coop came up short and
looked at Sam in disbelief.  I was holding the ball.

	"What?"  Coop was caught off guard.

	"All that shit.  Kissing him when he gets fucked.  It's not funny."

	"I was just yanking his chain.  It's nothing.  I don't mean
anything by it.  You do the same thing, too."

	"Maybe I shouldn't."

	"What's got you on the rag?"

	"Nothing," Sam said.

	"Fuck me, then," Coop said.  "What do you guys want to do?  I can
go get my fishing pole and we can go down to the creek and fish."

	"Yeah, okay," I said.  "That sounds good."

	That broke us up.  I had to go get my pole at my house and Coop had
to bike home and get his.  It took him like 10 or 15 minutes.  While we
were waiting for Coop, Sam told me that maybe I was right not wanting to
tell Coop.  His dad was a real gung ho Air Force macho type guy and not
very open minded.  Sam was thinking Coop might be the same way and I'd be
better off keeping my secret.  I wasn't planning to tell Coop anyway.  I
hadn't been planning to tell anyone and then I got stupid and now Sam and
Coach know.  But that's it.  Nobody else.  Not right now.  Maybe not ever.

	When Coop got back we were all in a better mood.  Our fishing spot
was down the railroad track not far from Sam's house.  It seemed like a
really long way but it wasn't, not really.  The creek snakes through the
woods and goes through a culvert under the railroad track.  On the other
side it gets deeper and wider, kind of like a pond, not really flowing
much.  It's an open spot under the big power lines.  We've caught fish
there before, mostly bream and bass.  As we walked the mood was lighter,
talking and laughing some.

	This time, we didn't catch any fish.  It was kind of a hot day and
we got bored.  Coop said we ought to go swimming and pulled off his shirt.
I got a perfect view of his pits.  Sam looked at me just for a half second.
He was willing but wanted to keep his underwear on.  So Coop kept his on,
too.  He was wearing tighty whities.  I was wearing black compression
shorts.  We all hit the water.  I was a little disappointed that we weren't
skinny dipping.  I wanted to see Sam and Coop naked.  I definitely did and
I think Sam knew it.  I wasn't sure why he was being shy since he had just
said how it didn't matter that I was gay.  But anyway in the water, we
splashed around and were goofy.  The water was waist high on them, almost
chest high on me.

	Right then, I felt super uncoordinated.  Not right then, but most
of the time back then.  My hands were getting huge and my feet were
oversized, like big flippers.  My dad was pissed because I was already
outgrowing the new pair shoes I had just gotten.  I'm thinking he might be
getting pissed a lot because I was about to need new pants and shirts, too.
Yeah, sometimes it was like my brain didn't know where my arms and legs
ended and I was way more clumsy than I used to be.  I used to be totally
not clumsy.  Coach said I had the best glove to throwing hand transfer he
had ever seen, way better than these two dumb asses.

	When we got out of the water, cooled off, Coop's white briefs were
pretty sheer.  You could see everything.  Definitely his black pubes.  I
had to look.  I just had to.  I might have looked a little too long.  Coop
caught me ogling him even though I looked away immediately.  He didn't say
anything though.

	We started back home carrying our fishing gear with our shorts on
over our wet underwear.  Sam went into his house and I headed to mine as
Coop got his bike.

	"Hey, Jace," I heard him say, "Hold up."

	I stopped and turned.  He walked his bike over.

	"What's going on between you and Sam?  Is it... I mean, is it a big
deal?"

	I shrugged.  It is, of course.  But how do I answer that?

	He looked off and shook his head.  "You are my friend and Sam is my
friend and that's the way it ought to stay, you know?  So whatever it is,
I've got your back.  Yours and his."

	I nodded.  "Thanks, Coop."

	He nodded back.  "You know I didn't mean anything
about... anything.  I was just kidding.  It's not real.  If I found out one
of my friends was gay, they'd still be my friend, okay?  And not my gay
friend, just my friend.  You know what I'm saying?"

	"Yeah, I know what you're saying."

	"Okay.  I just thought I ought to say that."  He turned and looked
toward Sam's house.  "Sam and Coach get along really well, right?"

	My heart missed a beat.  "Yeah."

	He nodded.  "Cool.  I'm glad.  Sometimes my dad really pisses me
off."

	"Yeah, mine too."

	"All right, cool.  We got a game tomorrow, so no jacking off,
okay?"  he said, smiling.

	"That's stupid.  You lay off jacking before a game?"

	"Fuck no," Coop said, laughing.  "Jacking off is the only thing
that keeps me half way sane.  My dad says that.  Shouldn't cum before a
game because you lose your man essence or something."

	I looked at him strange.  "That's weird."

	"Yeah, I know.  I'd be humping the furniture like Ferris if I
didn't crank it out," he said.  Ferris is his Boston Terrier.  "See you in
the morning."

	"See ya."

	So, I didn't think about Sam at all when I jacked off.  I probably
should have.  He was hot.  Really hot.  Blond headed with his hair swept
forward.  Hard and riding Coach.  Okay, I admit it.  I did think about it
some.  I stroked my hard dick and I thought about it some more.  I locked
the door because I don't need mom busting in while I'm taking care of
business.  I rubbed my balls.  They were definitely larger and starting to
get hairy.  It felt good to play with them, rub them, tug on them.  Then I
closed my eyes and imagined that it wasn't my hand on my balls but someone
else's.  Coop's.  He had me in his arms and I could feel his muscles.  He
was groping me in my fantasy, cupping my balls from the bottom, holding me
tightly, forcefully.

	How does it feel to have someone suck your balls?  Too sensitive?
Perfect?  I don't know.

	I wondered if gay guys do it differently than girls when they suck.
I wished I could watch some gay porn.  But if you think my mom would freak
if I was watching normal porn then both my parents would freak out about
gay porn.  Is gay porn normal?  Nah.  I bet it's better than normal porn.
But the times that I've watched regular porn - I mean straight porn - the
girls didn't really play with the balls much.  It was like they didn't like
them.  And I think balls are super sexy.  Super, super sexy.

	I touched my dick.  It quivered.

	"Mmmm," I purred, thinking about Coop sucking me off.

	Would he?  No.  But fuck it.  It was a fantasy.  He was hungry for
my dick.  He swallowed it down.  All the way.  I grabbed his head and
shoved it down.  I talked dirty to him.  I told him to suck my fat dick.
It wasn't that fat but it was definitely fatter than it used to be.  I told
him to lick my balls.  I was stroking my dick, slowly, carefully, working
the shaft and the head, my slick hand moving up and down on it.  It felt
good.  My free hand rubbed through my pubes.  A circular crown of hair
around my dick.

	Was my dick really bigger?

	I thought so.

	I think I'm getting a regular dick.  I mean a teenagers dick.

	I got up and went to my desk and got a ruler.  I was going to
measure this bad boy.  I put my dick up against the ruler.  Almost five
inches.  Almost.  If I shoved the ruler down into my flesh, I could make it
be five inches.  And as thick around as a yellow highlighter.  It WAS
bigger.

	Cool.  So cool.

	The spell was broken.  Where was I?  Coop.  Sucking me.  Fuck.  It
was hard to get going again.  I stroked it.  It felt so good.  I loved it.
Coop was right, jacking off keeps me sane.  Why wouldn't I want to do this?
I mean, fuck.  If felt good and it's my dick.  I can make it feel good if I
want to.  I needed to coax my sweet cream out of it.

	Would I suck Coop?  Oh yeah.  Definitely.

	I was so hard and I was thinking about a boy.  I guess I am gay.  I
couldn't help it.  The weird thing is that I didn't care, not really.  Now
that I had said it out loud and got through that, been a fucking idiot and
got through that, I was cool with it.  I think boys are just way sexier and
way cooler and just way better than girls.  Every day, all the time.
Totally.  Muscles and hair, dicks and cum.  Man, what is there not to like?
So sexy.  Coop.  Black hair, blue eyes, and a few freckles.  Cute as shit.
Hot as fuck.  I would suck his cum, let his cream dribble down my chin.

	I wish he would let me fuck him.  He wouldn't.  Not in a million
years.  But then, Sam.  Sam is straight as fuck, right?  Seems to be.  And
Coach fucks him, right?  And Sam loves it.  Coop might, too.  He might.
But he would fuck me.  I knew that.  He would.

	I put some Lubriderm on my hand and ran it between my legs.  I had
to hike up some, lift up, to get to my hole.  A finger.  God.  Oh God.  I
liked that.  I liked that so much.  It felt so good.  I stroked my dick.  I
stroked it hard and fast.  I needed to cum and I really wanted to, but I
also wanted to drag it out.  I wanted to enjoy it, all of it.  For as long
as possible.

	Coop's dick, bigger than a finger?  Would it hurt?  I guess.  But
people do it.  They wouldn't do it if it only hurt, right?  It has to feel
good.  Sam said it did.  He said he loves it.

	Two fingers.

	"Ahhhhh."  Then three.  I fit three in there.  So tight.

	"Uhhhh," I whimpered softly.

	I wanted a cock in there.  I wanted his cock.  I wanted it hard,
shoved in deep.  I wanted him to kiss me.  Tongue and lip.  Bad confession:
I had never ever kissed anybody that way.  But I would.  I would him.  His
mouth planted over mine as he pushes his dick into my tight, hot hole.
Grabbing my stiff cock and jacking it as he fucked me.  I fingerbanged
myself with three fingers as I dreamed of being fucked for real.  His lean
hard body with his throbbing dick inside me.

	Another groan quietly escaped my lips.

	No one could know.  Be quiet.  Mom can't find out.

	I flailed on my dick with my free hand, the other hand pleasuring
my prostate.  I wanted to scream.  I wanted to yell.

	Sam!

	His long hard dick, shaved crotch.  He's riding my dick as Coop
fucks me.  I don't know how it works.  My cock is in his ass as he jacks
off, Coop fucking me... tenderly?  No!  Violently.  He's taking me.  Hard.

	Oh God.

	I covered myself in cream.  A rope of jizz flew out as an
incredible orgasm flowed all over me.

	Fuck man.