Date: Thu, 26 Aug 2021 11:37:29 +0000 From: encolpius1 Subject: Every Man Needs A Boy 15 AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thank you to SkyBorn for proofreading and editing. If you are a Nifty writer, I recommend his assistance highly. You can contact him at UntilForever@protonmail.com. Feedback is welcome! Write to Encolpius1@protonmail.com Donate to Nifty!!!! Be a good guy! BOOK TWO BOYS NEED BOYS SIX We had a plan. It was the last day of school. Our school baseball season was over. We did all right but not great. Somehow we made the playoffs but lost in the first round. I was stoked for travel ball this summer, though. Our team was going to be really good. Me, Sam and Coop had invited a bunch of really good players from the other two middle schools so basically it was like an All Star team. I hadn't really earned an every game spot at second base. But this one kid had backed out so Sam was having to pitch and I was going to back him up at short stop some. It was what it was. I was smaller than most of the guys and for the first time that was making a difference. What I didn't know was that over the summer, I was going to hit a big time growth spurt. I was small at the beginning of summer but not at the end. Okay, but it was the last day of school. Last day of middle school. High school was coming up. And our plan was to camp out that night. Me and Sam and Coop. Not in the back yard. At our fort behind Sam's house. In the woods. That was the first part of the plan and our parents had already said 'Yes'. The second part was a secret. Sam had pinched a joint from Coach. Weed. Sam said Coach didn't smoke it a lot, and all, but he had some, and Sam pinched one. My contribution was vodka. My parents had a bar and they had a bottle of vodka that they never drank. Tito's or something. My dad was a bourbon drinker and my mom didn't drink much of anything but sometimes on "date night" she'd get tipsy. Anyway, the bottle had dust on it. I thought maybe my brother Tristan had thought of this before and took some and replaced it with water but he hadn't. So, I took half of the bottle. There were three of us after all. Okay, it was stupid. But, yeah, I did it. The whole day was like this long drawn out affair, just waiting for the final bell and freedom. It seemed like it would never come. There were finals, of course. But I was ready. I thought I aced everything and I did. I was ready to move on from the eighth grade. Middle school had sucked. Sucked donkey dick. Coop seemed less certain. Sam was just happy to be done, too, I think. Anyway, we were like wild men getting off the bus. Coop got off before us and I figured he'd drop off his stuff at home and come over really quick. He was as eager as we were. Sam and me had the same stop. It was time to get our shit and go. Start the summer. My mom wasn't thrilled but Dad said I could. She was treating me like a little kid, telling me a million things that I wasn't listening to before finally kissing me on the cheek. "You are getting so tall," she said. "No, I'm not. I'm a pygmy. A dwarf." "You aren't. You've grown an inch at least since Easter." I got my sleeping bag and shoved some stuff in a back pack, including the vodka mixed with orange juice. I met up with Sam at his house. He had the tent and Coop was there in a flash. He looked anxiously at me and Sam. We both nod. We had the goodies. We were about to be bad boys! Sam took charge of setting up the tent and making camp since he was the expert, at least he thought so. We sat down and I passed around my canteen with the vodka. I took a healthy chug. It burned as it went down. I almost coughed it burned so much, but I didn't. I acted like I did it all the time. I guess I should have put more orange juice in there but the canteen was full as it was. Coop did cough when he took a slug. "That's strong," Coop sputtered. Sam grabbed the canteen and took a gulp and agreed. We were saving the pot for later. With a little bit of alcohol in us, we acted kind of goofy. Like little kids. Just playing. Sometimes it was cool to pretend we were little again. You know. Star Wars light saber fights. That sort of thing. We each took another chug on the canteen. "I wanna go to Jen's," Sam said. Jen was a girl in our class. She lived near Coop. It was a bit of a walk. "Why?" I asked. Coop signaled me. Sam wanted to fuck her. "She has a sister," Sam told Coop. "She's in the sixth grade." "She has a pussy." "But no tits," Coop complained. Sam shrugged. He was trying. So, we all went to Jen's. I took one more sip from the canteen. Pretty soon, I regretted it. When we got to Jen's, I had to lay down on the front lawn because the whole world was spinning. I mean, pretty much spinning uncontrollably. It was like being on a merry go round and going really fast and jumping off. Like you are stable but the world was fucked up and tilted off center and wobbling. Last year, when we were in the seventh grade, we used to do this thing where you take a deep breath and let it out and then someone would mash down on your chest until you got really woozy and almost passed out. Coach caught us doing it and made us stop. It was like that except it lasted. Sam was making fun of me for being drunk. "I'm not drunk." "Yeah you are," Coop said, laughing. "You can barely get your words out." I was having trouble focusing so maybe I was drunk. I'd never been drunk before. How did I know what it felt like? So Sam was trying to hit it off with Jen and Coop was talking with her sister. She really didn't have tits. It was strange. Jen had really big tits. And I was being drunk. Finally, they told me they were ready to head back. I was cool with that. I was able to walk better and everything was still cool with the world and they were all being really funny. Jen came back with us but her sister didn't. Well, Jen came back with Sam. Me and Coop were just going back. Coop was ragging me for being drunk. The weird thing was, I would have thought that Coop would be jealous of Sam, which was stupid because he was every bit as good looking as Sam and he had a better body, for sure. It was that Sam wasn't shy. He went after what he wanted. Then I remembered Sam was also having sex regularly, but it was gay sex. I couldn't understand how Sam made sense of it all in his mind. But the key thing was that I thought Coop would try to compete with Sam for Jen's attention and he didn't. He seemed okay with how things were working out. We went through the woods to the campsite. It wasn't really dark yet, and wouldn't be for maybe another hour. Sam made these foil packs for our supper: potatoes, chunks of sausage, tomatoes, and peppers. He put them in the fire and set some ears of corn on the edge of the fire to roast. We were sitting around talking. I went for the canteen. "No more alcohol, Jace," Sam said. "You were pretty drunk." I did what I wanted to anyway. I was kind of the life of the party while we were waiting. The food got done and I tore into mine. It tasted really good, too. Plus, I was hungry. Of course, I was always hungry. Coop took a chug from the canteen. Sam shared his food with Jen and acted like a dope doing it. Coop looked at me, shrugged and made a face. He noticed it, too. "It's getting late," Sam said. "I'm going to walk Jen home." It wasn't an invitation for all of us to go. He was walking Jen home. Me and Coop were to stay there and jack off. As Sam left, Coop took another drink. Then he handed it to me. "Want some?" "Yeah," I said. "He's making out with her," Coop said, handing me the canteen. "He is." "Sure. You would, too." "Yeah," he said, looking at the ground. "I guess it's just you and me for a little while, huh?" "Yeah, I guess," I said. It looked like Coop was trying to work up to something. Like he was building up the courage. I waited for him. "I've seen you checking me out," he said. My heart started racing. My palms went sweaty. All of a sudden. In an instant. "What!" I cried out. "I've seen you checking me out. When you thought I wasn't looking. Checking Sam out, too. Just not as much." "You're fucked in the head," I said, jumping up and walking away from him, my arms crossed. "No I'm not, Jace," he said. "You and Sam have something going on?" "I don't know what you're talking about. This is bullshit." "You two have secrets. You have a secret. Secrets." "Bullshit!" I fired back. He was looking down. "Not bullshit." "Yeah it is!" I almost yelled at him. My heart was pounding. I wanted to run. To escape. Get away. This was not a conversation I wanted to have. Not with him. Not with anybody. He got up and moved toward me. I back pedaled. He kept coming. I was trying to get away, to run. Before I could he backed me against a tree. "Do you have something going on with Sam?" "NO!" Then he kissed me! I was stunned. Totally silent. I couldn't even respond. I couldn't even kiss him back. This was my first kiss ever and I wasn't kissing back. I was in shock! I didn't know what to do. Why was he kissing me? OH DAMN! HE'S KISSING ME! OH, SHIT! It was a lot of emotion for one brain to manage. To process. But he was on top of me, pressing against me, pressing me against the tree. And his mouth was on mine. "I don't mind," he said, "that you were checking me out." "I wasn't," I said, weakly. "Yeah, you were," Coop grinned. He took my hand and guided it toward him. To his crotch. He wanted me to feel his junk. Something that I had wanted for weeks and weeks. And now that it was here, now that I could, I was trying to chicken out. But I put my hand on his crotch. He was hard. I could feel it. "Suck it," he said. "No," I said, pulling my hand away. He grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand back to his crotch. "Suck it." He undid his shorts and let them drop to the ground, his boxers too. It liberated his cock, a long thick tube of flesh, hard, sticking up. I went to my knees. On the forest floor, pine straw digging into my knees. I grabbed his dick. I had an idea what I was supposed to do but I'd never done it before. I had seen porn though, and I doubt Coop has ever had a blow job before. I put the head in my mouth and I was careful about my teeth. I knew that much, thank you. I opened up and got as much in as I could. I wanted to take him deep. All the way. Then I gagged. "You can't handle that big dick, huh?" Coop said, proud of himself. I choked for a second but then I pressed down on it again. His dick was so perfect. I loved the way it felt in my mouth. So hard and straight. The big mushroom head, the strong taunt veins, the big piss tube. I slowly pulled back and removed his dick from my mouth to admire his balls. His beautiful, beautiful balls, hanging down, slightly wrinkled and dark amber. Thirsty, I dived back on his dick. I took it down as far as I could, licking on it. Sucking on it. I clamped my hand around the base of his steel hard cock and tugged at it as I continued sucking, whipping my tongue around the shaft. He whimpered loudly. "Aah fuck." I reached down to get at my own dick, hard and throbbing. I was so incredibly turned on. I needed to touch myself. I was so horny. I wanted his dick. I wanted it so bad. More than I'd ever wanted anything before. I fondled his balls between my thumb and fingers, held them, tugged at them. I slid his cock in and out, slowly, licking, up to the head, stopping and keeping it in my mouth, sucking on it like I was kissing his pecker head. "Oh, shit. Oh, fuck," he moaned. He tried to ram it down my throat. Like he was fucking me. He held my head and pushed it down. I gagged again. I came off, choking. But there it was. A perfect cock. There for the taking. And I was taking it. I grabbed his cock, using my spit as lube and jerked it. "Goddamn," he gasped. I stroked it and put it back in my mouth, sucking and licking. I let him pump my mouth but then I came off and jerked it again. I was in charge. I controlled the pleasure. He did it the way I wanted it. I was the man. I sucked him. I licked it and sucked. I rubbed myself. I had to. I couldn't stop. I had to. I needed it. "Uhhh," he said, holding my head down on his dick. I felt it twitch in my mouth. Twitch and spasm. And then I tasted his spunk. Warm, thick, a little salty and a little bitter. He came in my mouth and I swallowed it. It was glorious. He pulled his cock out of my mouth. He looked at me for a second and then yanked up his underwear and got himself tucked in. Then his shorts. "I don't want Sam to know," he said. "Right." "I don't want anybody to know." "I understand." "I'm serious, Jace. Nobody. I mean it." "I got it!" He looked around as I stood up and got dressed. He went over to the tent and was looking for something. I didn't ask. He wanted my canteen. I told him it was inside and he found it and took a big slug. I went over and reached out my hand. He gave it to me. I took a gulp. Then he took another. We were both dizzy when Sam got back. "Didya fuck her?" Coop asked, his speech slurred. Sam shrugged and held a fist to his mouth and stuck his tongue in his cheek to say that she had sucked him off. I didn't know if Coop was jealous or not, but he had been sucked off, too. Just by a boy. By a boy that desperately, completely wanted to suck him off. We finished off the last of the canteen and then smoked the joint. By the time we were done, I was totally fucked up. The whole world was spinning. Nothing was stable. I felt light and buoyant. Everything was as it should be or it would be if the fucking world would stop spinning. Coop had to puke though. He stumbled out of the tent and bent over and retched, tossing his cookies before falling to the ground unable to move. We weren't able to help him. My world was fucked up, too.