Date: Thu, 02 Sep 2021 11:29:14 +0000 From: encolpius1 Subject: Every Man Needs A Boy 17 EVERY MAN NEEDS A BOY Book 2 Boys Need Boys AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thank you to SkyBorn for proofreading and editing. If youare a Nifty writer, I recommend his assistance highly. You can contact him at UntilForever@protonmail.com. Feedback is always welcome. Wrote to Encolpius1@protonmail.com DONATE! DONATE! DONATE! EIGHT The First Coast tournament was in Jacksonville Beach. It was $350 for registration and we spent an off Saturday outside at Publix asking for donations. All of us were in uniform, taking groceries to the cars and unloading them. Me and Sam and Coop stayed all day with Coach and we made more than we needed for that tournament and for the next one two weeks later in Savannah. We went down on Thursday, me and Mom and Dad. We were renting a three bedroom condo from Thursday night through Monday and sharing with Coop's family. We would have Friday and then Sunday after the games to go to the beach. Mine and Coop's parents had a bedroom each. His sister got the last one. Me and Coop had to share a fold out bed in the living room. That sucked. If we had a bedroom, we could have done more. We got there first and checked in. Coop came a little later. We put on our swim trunks and got sprayed down with sun screen really good. Coop didn't need it so much because he had a nice golden tan all over. Well, except where his underwear covered. I knew that for a fact! But I definitely needed it. The curse of the red head is fair skin. As soon as we were sprayed down, we were out the door to the water. We had water guns and we were having a war, soaking each other and other people, too. Some got upset and we apologized, but you're in the water, stupid. You get wet in the water. What's the big problem? There were some older guys throwing around a football and we horned in on them. They let us throw it around with them for a while. It was fun, just goofing around, me and Coop. I missed Sam being there but it was cool that it was just me and Coop. I knew that Sam and Coach wouldn't want to share a place with us. Coach acted like he had to work so they were only coming for the tourney. I didn't like Coop's dad much. His mom was okay. I thought it was funny that she tried to baby Coop, which totally embarrassed him. My parents embarrass me, too, but nothing like Coop's parents do him. Still, his Mom was alright. His Dad was Military and kind of a dick. Sort of always in charge. Pushy. He knew everything. And he was pretty hard on Coop. We ate Mexican. Me and Coop chowed down on some taco's and enchilada's. We scarfed up the chips and salsa. Me more than Coop. I almost couldn't eat enough to keep from being hungry. Coop's dad had some sharp words for Coop to leave some for the rest of them. Of course, that backed me off, too. "They're growing boys," my Mom said. "Tristan was the same. Eat and sleep and whatever else boys do." "He'll be growing fat if he doesn't stop." Mr. Sheridan shot back. He was pretty fit and he clearly looked down on my Dad who had a gut. There were bunk beds built into the wall in the hallway but it was a tight fit for Coop and kind of tight fit for me. So they pulled out the sofa bed and we had to share it. As far as I was concerned that was way better. We slept in running shorts. Two boys in the same bed doesn't mean trouble, right? No way. We talked some until everyone had settled down for the night. "You know what I brought?" Coop asked. I shook my head. "Some mineral oil." I looked at him kind of blankly as if to ask why I should care? Then it hit me. Lube. I broke into a grin. We just couldn't get caught. Getting caught would really fucking suck. I pulled my shorts down to my knees and I rammed my hand under his waistband, grabbing his junk. He was still soft. "You want it pretty bad, huh?" he asked with a sneer. "Yeah, dumbass, I do. You know that!" He smiled an evil, devilish smile. It was kinda cute. I liked that he was greedy and wanted me to do things to him. "You can pretend I'm a girl," I said. He shrugged. "I can think what I want," he retorted. Well, that was vague enough to be anything and I didn't press him even though I wanted to. I just decided it meant that he wanted me to touch him there and not stop. And I was going to. I tugged on both our dicks and we were both getting hard. I really liked his hardness. Actually I liked the hardness of his whole body. I liked the muscles and the pointy bones. I liked his smell. I knew, I just really liked it. Coop handed me the mineral oil and I put some on both hands, the one on his cock and the one on mine. I was going to give him a handjob. A good one. Better than he could do to himself. "Gimme some," Coop said. "Okay." I wondered why. I wondered if he didn't really want me to do it to him. Maybe he wanted to do it like we did at Cumberland. I was going to be disappointed. Touching him and rubbing him wasn't as good as sucking him but it was better than nothing. Way better than nothing. And I wanted it. I wanted his dick so bad I was ready to explode. He reached over and touched my dick. "WOW," I said, almost too loud, almost loud enough for the 'rents to hear. "It's sort of what I wanted to happen at Cumberland," he said. "Really?" "Yeah." "But you like girls?" I asked confused. He shrugged, "Yeah." He slid his slick hand lightly up my hard dick, a light tingly touch. Then he grabbed it and jerked me a couple of hard, fast tugs. "It's kind of confusing," he said. "Yeah," I agreed with him. It was. Except what we were doing felt really, really good. That wasn't confusing at all. I worked the head of his dick and he moaned quietly. We had to try to be quiet. He slid his hand up and down my shaft, rhythmic and smooth. It's weird jacking somebody else off. You know what feels good to you but you don't know if that's what they think feels good. But it was a handjob, more or less the way I jacked myself off and I guess he was doing me the same. And it was different. Still, I thought it was the coolest, the greatest, the best thing in the whole world that he was touching my private parts. And that he had said he wanted me. I don't know. I guess I felt kind of special. And it felt good. "Uhh," a soft moan escaped me. "Mmm," he purred. "Uhhh," I moaned again. And that was when I creamed. It took him a minute or two to cum but he did, just from me touching him. Then we kind of realized that we were wet and sticky. We giggled to ourselves and got up to get some paper towels. He was so sexy there in his underwear, so sexy and fine. Sam and Coach came down late Friday, after dinner. I knew that they weren't going to be staying with us because, you know, Sam and Coach. You know. We did have some time to hang out together on the beach before it got dark, though. Sam and Coop were ogling girls in bikinis. I don't know. They were so soft and stuff. Boys are hard. Hard is better. Once it got dark and everybody went to bed, me and Coop got busy with the hand jobs. "You're already hard," I said, amazed when I grabbed his junk. "Yeah," he said with that same devilish grin. "I'm looking forward to it. And maybe you're sexy as fuck and you don't know it." I liked that! It made me feel really good. Coop thought I was sexy. Yeah, I liked that. And I liked rubbing on his cock, hard and throbbing. In fact, him being hard made me hard. Made me want it even more. And he touched me again. We didn't talk about our sex fantasies, what we were thinking about as we stroked the other. I was thinking about how cool it would be to be like Sam. Riding a dick with my cock flopping up and down. That would be cool. Totally cool. That was what I was thinking about. I don't know about Coop. Probably pussy. I rubbed on his thick hard dick and he rubbed mine and played with my balls. I loved that he was doing it. Rubbing me. Touching me. It felt amazing. I was doing the same for him. Touching him and rubbing him. "Jace?" he whispered. "I want you to suck me." Well, I was hot. But not that hot. I stopped what I was doing and looked at him. I didn't want to get caught. It would be horrible. I just stopped and looked at him in the eye. "C'mon," he said. I was reluctant but I got up underneath the covers so I could get at his cock. If I was going to do it, I wanted to get it done. "And, dude, when I cum, just swallow it." I took him down, all the way. To the root. And I started bobbing up and down, using my greased up hand to jack him while I blew him. I definitely hoped no one would come out while I was down there doing it because we would be screwed. But it was kind of a thrill, too. Like tempting fate. Doing something you're not supposed to and seeing if you can get away with it. It was exciting. But I was actually sucking a dick, too. I know, it wasn't the first time but, fuck, dick is great. I loved that I got to hold his and touch it and rub it and suck on it. Shit. That was cool. My own dick was so hard and I had to take care of it myself since I was all crouched over and under the covers. But it was twitching and it was almost too much to bear even though I didn't touch it. I took his dick and worked it. Mouth and tongue and hand. I worked it. Rough and fast. He tried to stifle a moan so that the 'rents wouldn't hear. I knew that he wanted to be louder. He wanted to enjoy it but when you are thirteen you can't really enjoy your own body because they think you are too young. It's stupid. "Uh, Jace," he whispered. I knew it was coming. He reached down and stroked himself the way he wanted and I stayed there with my tongue out. He jerked it but he wasn't quite ready and I dived back on his dick. Down deep and jacking hard. "Uh," was all he said. My mouth filled with his cream. Salty, a little bitter, thick and warm. He unloaded and I swallowed it down. All of it. I knew right then I wouldn't be shy about it. If you suck a dick, drink the cum. It doesn't make you gayer. If you are sucking dick and you are hard, you are gay enough. When he was satisfied, I expected him to just let me take care of myself. He didn't. I laid next to him and he jacked me off until I came. He kind of wiped the jizz off his hand on my belly but he jacked me off. That was really cool. We got up the next morning and me and Coop got into our uniforms. We had two because it was two doubleheaders. We were the Eagles, the name of our high school team next year and our colors were blue and gold. Our uniforms had tops that were light gold, almost yellow with blue letters and white pants. When we got to the baseball complex, Sam was carrying a bag of bats and another bag with some other gear. Coop took some and I went to Coach's truck and got the rest. I was the lead off batter. A couple of months ago I was definitely the shortest guy on the team but I've grown some. I was still an inch, shorter than Sam or Coop. Maybe a little more but not much, even though I was really, really skinny. Still, I was the lead off, the first batter. I was good at making contact and I was the fastest runner. Coop is our power guy, batting clean up, and Sam bats third but Coach says you can't hit a three run home run if two other guys don't get on base. Every time I lead off Coach tells me to just put the ball in play. Put it in play and run like hell. The first game, we won 2-0. I beat the throw to lead off. I got to second on a fielder's choice. Then Sam got me in. He hit one to the wall but the guy caught it falling back. I was standing on second waiting to tag up. My dad was third base coach and he waved me in and it wasn't even close. We stayed 1-0 the rest of the game until the ninth inning. With two on base and only one out, I came up to bat. They pulled the infield in. As soon as they did, Coach motioned for me to step out. "They don't think you can hit, Jace!" he said. I smiled. He was full of shit. They were just trying to set up a double play. But appealing to my pride was a cool thing to do. I took strike one. But I decided to fuck it. I wasn't standing there to look at pitches. Then the fucker hung a fastball about belt high over the plate. I hit the mother fucking shit out of it. It zipped right past the short stop's ear and it went into left field. The runner from second came home for an RBI and we went up 2-0. Our first base coach, Coach Burns, came up and swatted me on the butt. "Good hit, Jaceman." We lost the second game 10-9. I went 3 for 5 and Coop went 2 for 4 but it wasn't enough. The whole team went out for pizza afterwards. The parents sat together and we kids were on our own. We probably were too loud and rambunctious but it was cool being with the guys. Just shitting around. Being thirteen. Fuck. You only get to do it once, right? And then night time. "Maybe we shouldn't," Coop said. "Why?" I wanted to really, really bad. "Save something for the game." "That's stupid." I said. "Nah, you know, like they say. Save it up." "That's stupid," I repeated. He grinned. "I know. I've been thinking about it all day." I really hoped it would be worth the wait. It was the best I could do under the circumstaces. I would liked to have been able to go after him. Go after it. Right then. Dive on him and just do it. Be naked and roll around with him. I wished he would kiss me again. But having slept in the same bed and shared our bodies together, I understood Sam and Coach a little better. It must be totally cool to be able to cuddle up next to each other and talk and then, you know, do your thing. I thought that would be great. Sleeping with Coop made me want the real thing more and more. Not that Coop wasn't the real thing. He was totally sexy, totally hot. I was okay with the whole thing. We split the double header on Sunday, losing the first game 3-2 and winning the second 4-1. I got scored an error in the first game. It was a short hop and I didn't field it cleanly. I almost had him anyway but the throw to first was just a little late. I looked over at the scoreboard and it came up "E4". Sam walked over half way to me and said it was a tough play but it should have gone as a single. I was pissed since it was my first error since before the Little League All Star game last year. But he was wrong. I made an error. I knew it. Coach did, too. When we came in at the end of the inning, Coop said he thought it was a hit. "No, it was an error," Coach said. "But you didn't get all into your head and brood on it. You just played through it. Good job." "Thanks Coach," I said. After the game, me and Coop were helping get everything packed since Sam and Coach were heading back. "I wish I could hang with you guys, hit the beach," Sam said. "Yeah, dude. Prime pussy," Coop said. I nodded and Sam looked at me weird. "Yeah," he said. We took the stuff to the truck and Sam held back a little with me. "I guess you and Cooper are having a good time." "Yeah," I said. "Going down to the beach and hanging out. Too bad you can't stay." He nodded. "Well, Jaceman, I think it's cool," Sam said. "I don't know what you mean." He nodded. "You're a good friend, dude. I trust you with my life." I nodded. We said all that needed to be said.