Date: Mon, 06 Sep 2021 22:40:37 +0000 From: encolpius1 Subject: Every Man Needs A Boy 18 Every Man Needs a Boy Book 2 Boys Need Boys by Encolpius 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 welcome! Write to Encolpius1@protonmail.com Donate to Nifty!!!! Be a good guy! NINE One thing about that summer, it was long. One day rolled into the next day until it got into a groove. One day on to the next. Sometimes it was boring. Sometimes not. I slept in a lot. It was almost like I couldn't get enough sleep. I never wanted to go to bed though. I bitched at my mom about bedtime and sometimes I won. Me and her, we bitched at each other a lot. I kind of felt bad about it because, obviously, I loved my Mom. But she pissed me off a lot. And she bitched about everything. My messy room and how much it stank. How much I stank. Eating. Staying up. Talking back. Being sarcastic. It was one fucking thing after another. My Dad bitched, too but less him than her. He just accepted that I was growing up. She still wanted me to be her little boy. Fuck that. It was cool when I WAS a little boy but I wasn't anymore. I pretty much figured out that thirteen was a fucked up age to be. I was old enough to want to do shit but not actually old enough to do it. But I thought fourteen might be worse, since in high school you were with kids that were old enough, but you still weren't. Anyway, the three of us ventured a lot further on our bikes this summer than we had before. We tried to find rules we could break. Well, me and Coop did. Sam went along for the fun and never acted like he was anything other than an ordinary kid, but we understood that he didn't actually have rules. I mean, he had rules but it was more like Coach asked to him to do things and Sam did them voluntarily. There were lots of times I wanted to talk to Sam about his life and what it all meant but I didn't. I knew he didn't want to. When he was with us, he wanted to be one of the guys. Weird thing was that he seemed to understand that me and Coop needed some time to ourselves. If Coop's bike was at my house, Sam didn't come over. He might text, though. If Coop's bike wasn't outside, he'd bang on the door and we'd hang out. I had blown Coop. Drank his cum. And Coop really liked blowjobs. REALLY liked them. Almost every day. Sometimes twice a day. Sometimes it was in my bedroom. I liked that best. It was easier and most comfortable. But a lot of times it was at one of our forts in the woods. Sam generally wanted to go home when Coach got off work and that left me and Coop alone with plenty of time until dark. That was when things got hot. This time we were at my house. Naked on my bed. "Hey, Jace," Coop asked. "Have you, um..." I looked up from his cock. "Have I what?" "You know. Have you ever thought about, you know, um, you know, like..." "What?" "Getting fucked." I sat up, my hardon pointing up, forgetting about his dick for a moment. I had, of course. A lot. For one thing, I knew Sam did and he said he liked it. But I couldn't tell Coop that. Most of the time now, I would put a finger, sometimes two, up in my butt while I was jacking off. Unless I was blowing Coop while jacking off. Even doing that, I still had to wank before I went to sleep. I almost couldn't get relaxed otherwise. The weird thing was the more I did sex stuff, the more I wanted to do sex stuff. "Yeah, I've thought about it," I said. He looked bright and lifted his eyebrows, staring at me. "You wanna?" I thought about it for half a second. "No. I mean a finger feels good but you're too big. It'll hurt." "You put a finger in your butt? Let me see." I laid back on the bed and opened my legs, my balls hanging down. I had him give me some Lubriderm and I started jacking my hard prick, sneaking a hand underneath my balls down to my hole. "Damn, dude, you're getting hairier than shit, dog." I shrugged. Six months ago I was the little kid, but not anymore. I was catching up. I was still skinny as fuck, but I was rocking it down there. He didn't have anything on me in the dick department anymore. I got my hand between my ass cheeks and put a finger up my hole. It felt good. It felt really good when I rubbed the soft button inside, too. "Fuck," Coop said while he jacked off. "Let me do it." So I did. It was tough at first before I figured out to put a pillow under my ass to help him get the right angle. He put his pointer up in my ass, kinda rough. Not too rough, but he just kind of jammed it in there. I had to tell him about the button. He didn't know. "It doesn't hurt?" "No. It feels good." "I'm gonna put two in, okay?" I moaned a bit when he did. It felt good. I think having things in your butt feels good, but it was being out of control, having someone else do it to you that made it feel even better. It's different when someone is doing it to you than when you are doing it to yourself. He moved his fingers back and forth and he wiggled them in there, looking for the button to rub. Then he put three fingers in. He pushed them in and out, like he was fucking me but with his fingers instead of his dick. I moaned. It felt fantastic. Really, really good. Then he took his other hand and cupped it under my balls before wrapping it around the base of my dick as I jacked it. "Uhhh," I groaned. It felt so amazing I wanted him to keep doing it. "Don't stop!" He kept banging me with his fingers. It didn't take a minute more before I coated my belly and chest with rich, thick cum. It exploded out of my dick. He was grinning, all proud of himself, as I came down from the high. "Stay there," he said, standing over me, jacking off. "Just like a porno." And he came on me, coating my cock and balls and pubes with his cream. "That's nasty," I said, smiling. "Yeah," He was definitely feeling all proud of himself. After that I couldn't get it out of my mind. When I jacked off that night, the image of Coop fucking me was all I could think about. That was my total fantasy. I had to admit to myself that I wanted it. I wished I could ask Sam or Coach about it, get some advice. Even though I was pretty sure Sam had figured out about me and Coop, I had made a promise to Coop not to tell, especially to Sam. And I had made a promise to Sam and Coach. So I was stuck. I was the kid that knew all the secrets. And I couldn't tell anybody. The next day I told Coop that the next time we were alone in the house, I was gonna let him fuck me. The next window of opportunity would be the next day after Tristan went to work and before my parents got home. We just had to ditch Sam. When we had our blowjob session that evening, it was all Coop could talk about. He came faster than normal just from being excited about it. I was excited, too. Really excited. Totally turned on. On the day of the big event, Tristan wouldn't fucking go. He was actually late to work and I thought he would never leave. Coop was anxious, too. We both wanted it to go down. But I guess we were anxious about different things. I know he actually wanted to fuck something. I guess he might have even been worried about how he would do, but he acted like he was a stud and all in charge. I was anxious it would hurt too much. But I wanted it to be great. The best. And I didn't want it to hurt at all. Finally Tristan left. "You ready?" Coop asked. "Yeah." In my room, we both stripped, hurriedly. Shirts off. Fuck, he was sexy. Grooves and bumps and lumps. Hairy arms. I was salivating. In his boxer briefs I could see that he was already hard. Hard. When he yanked them off, his dick sprang up, slapping him on the belly. I was throbbing hard, too. "You shaved your pubes, like Sam." Coop noticed. I shrugged. "Yeah." I wasn't imitating Sam. I just thought my pubes were more orange than red and I didn't like them now that I had them. Plus I thought it was really sexy and I wanted to look hot for Coop. So I shaved them after he left last night. "It does make you dick look bigger," he said, stroking it. I was already excited enough that I thought he might make me cum right then. "Um. Do you have any condoms? You are supposed to use those, right?" I didn't. I didn't think about it. Since I couldn't get pregnant or anything, I didn't think about it at all. Then I figured Tristan might. So we went to his room, which was a pig sty, and sure enough he had a box in his desk drawer. He wasn't even trying to hide them. I guess my mom figured he was about to start college soon. Putting on a rubber isn't that difficult, right? Neither one of us dumb fucks had ever done it. Coop was trying to act all cool like he knew what he was doing but he was all fumble fisted and didn't know which way it was supposed to go on. He kind of struggled with it, his dick deflating just a little bit. How does a boy get fucked the first time? Yeah, Doggy style, okay. My ass went up into the air. My knees wide apart. I didn't know why I did that but it probably helped. Then we remembered we didn't have any lube. I had the bottle of Lubriderm but it was almost empty. So we had to make another trip to Tristan's room and we found a jar of Vaseline. Coop stilI hadn't figured out the condom so I told him to just take it off. We'd take your chances. Now we were actually ready. He greased up his dick and then my hole. I was hard, he was hard and we didn't feel like idiots at all. We were way too horny for that. I wanted him to do it. I wanted him inside me. "Go slow, Coop," I said. "I'm serious." "Right, sure," he said. "I mean it. Don't just ram it in there." "I know Jace." He wasn't really all that slow. It hurt like a mother fucker. I thought my fucking ass hole was being ripped in two. It really hurt. I just put my head down and bit my arm to have a different pain to concentrate on. I let out a little yelp. "Too fast?" Coop said, alarmed. "It hurts." He yanked his cock out quick. Right out. "I'm sorry Jace. I was trying to go slow." "It's cool," I said. "Try it again." I wasn't so confident that we were going to be able to pull it off. And I didn't know why Sam said he liked doing it. It was really painful. But, I guessed I wasn't a virgin anymore and neither was Coop. It hurt the second time, too. Really uncomfortable. Like I was being ripped apart. But this time, he got in. All the way. And he stopped. "Are you cool?" "Yeah." I couldn't explain it to him. Now it wasn't really painful but it was uncomfortable. Very full feeling down there. He started to move inside of me. Somehow or another I thought I needed to pee. Or maybe shit. I couldn't shit while he was fucking me! Oh fuck. Maybe that wasn't real. Did I need to piss? Oh fuck, no. I didn't need to piss. It was a weird feeling. Totally weird. Not comfortable at all. "Oh yeah, fuck me." I heard myself murmur. What the fuck? No! Take it the fuck out! Oh, fuck no! Don't do that. Fuck me. Fuck me. Oh, God. Fuck me. It was amazing. Blinding. Perfect. I wanted him to move inside me. I wanted him to fuck me. He didn't really have the rhythm but he was going back and forth, enough. Enough to know. Yeah, enough to know I wanted more. "Fuck me," I said. "Oh God!" Coop panted. "Fuck me." And he did. He did the best he could. I loved it. I wanted it. Fuck me. I knew. I knew why Sam loved it. I knew I was going to love it, too. Move inside me. Take me. I started flailing on my dick. The sensation from my ass was intense. Desperately intense. And awesome. "Uhh," he grunted. He held on to my hips. The movement was fast. He was out of control. My cock twitched and spasmed in my hand as my ass got plundered. It felt amazing. The best. Second to none. Then he whimpered and stopped. I felt his dick twitch inside me. Then he pulled his cock out, dripping cum on my bed. I dropped on the bed and twisted over onto my back, my hardon evident. "Wow!" he cried. I laughed. "Yeah Wow!" "That was too cool. The best. The greatest. Did it hurt?" "At first. Then No. Then it felt really good." Within a few minutes, we were fucking again. This time it lasted longer and it felt even better. I emptied a load on my bedspread.