Date: Thu, 09 Sep 2021 11:49:26 +0000 From: encolpius1 Subject: Every Man Needs a Boy 19 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! TEN The tournament was in Tallahassee. Mine and Coop's parents didn't want to go so Coach volunteered to chaperone us. I think they probably gave him some money for the cost of the room. Coach got off from work and we rode down. We were on the interstate for like the first hour and then we took the back roads. Thank God for GPS. We were amped up and acting goofy. Coach got a little annoyed with us. Sam quieted down but me and Coop still acted obnoxious. It was still daylight when we got there so we wanted to hit the pool, but we had to check in first. Coach took care of it while we hung back. Sam dug around in his back pack, took out a small shaving bag and gave it to me. "Thank me later," he said. I looked at him funny. I didn't know what he was talking about. Coach came over and handed me the cards for our room. We had two adjoining rooms but each room only had one bed. "All I could get were rooms with king sized beds. So I guess Sam's with me and you two get the other room," Coach said. Coop bought it. He was thrilled at our good luck. I knew it was a set up and that Sam had arranged it. I peeked into the shaving kit and there was a big bottle of KY and a half dozen condoms. Two nights me and Coop could sleep together and not be bothered. Sam and Coach too, I guess. Well, they would sleep together, whether they fucked or not. We got changed into our swim suits and went to the pool. There were some little kids in the shallow end but the deep end was empty. We jumped in and started throwing a Nerf ball around. It was soaking wet and squished every time we handled it. At 10 pm, we had to come in. Sam hung out with us while Coach finished up some work. Since we had to get up early, Coach wouldn't let us stay up late. The funny thing was no one minded, but none of us was going to let the others know. It was so stupid. Once Sam left, it felt kinda weird. We didn't know how to act. Always before, we would just get naked and fuck as quick as we could. And we had fucked a lot since that first time. But now we had all night and we could relax and really enjoy it. I figured I would get naked. Coop watched me strip. I told him about the shaving kit that Sam had given me. It was pretty claer that Coop knew what it meant. I didn't tel him that I had kept his secret. He just figured that Sam had figured it out and it was his way of being a friend We decided we could use the KY and Coop took the condoms in case he ever got any pussy. "Do you think there's anything strange going on with Sam and Coach?" he asked. "Strange?" "Like not so much father and son." "No, I don't think there's anything strange," I said. Coop stared at me. Hard. Then added, "Just so you know, I don't care if there is. Sam loves him and he's my friend and I would never fuck him up. Never. Not in a million years. Not ever. Do you think he really likes girls like he says?" "Seems to," I answered. "Do you?" He thought about it. "Yeah. I guess, yeah. But not like I said. I mean, I do, but ... you turn me on, you know. So maybe not totally." "You turn me on, too." I said. "Well, you're gay. Which is cool. I mean, definitely. It works for me, obviously," he said, then he paused. "Fuck, I don't know. I was just curious what you thought. It doesn't mean shit anyway. Whatever. Live and let live, right?" "Yeah, that's exactly right," I said. Coop started undressing and my cock started to rise. I loved seeing him naked. Naked and soft, he was a Greek god. Naked and hard? Oh God! I liked him as a person but I really loved the sex. It was weird. The more sex we had, the more I liked him and thought he was funny and cool and shit. It was like I couldn't just fuck around without it affecting the friendship. But it didn't make me less friends with Sam. It was strange. I can't explain it. We locked our side of the adjoining door. Just to be sure. I hoped Sam and Coach would be quiet when they did it because Coop was already suspicious of them. I didn't want him to know even though I thought he'd be cool with it. Yeah, we had to be quiet, too, but the good part was that we could actually sleep together, naked, just like real people do, like adults do. But right then, all I wanted was his dick. I had gotten better - way better - at sucking cock with all the practice I'd been getting. I had learned what he liked and how he liked it. He liked his balls played with. Rubbed, tugged, sucked on. The first time I ever put one of his balls in my mouth and sucked on it, I thought he was going to cum right then. So I got between his legs and got up onto his sweaty sack, sucking in his funky odor which made me so hard and so hungry. I licked and sucked all around his hairy balls, rubbing his stiff shaft with my hand. He just sighed a little and leaned back. Fuck, sucking him made me hard. If there had been a dozen guys in the room, I'd have wanted to suck them all. The more I got of Coop's, the more I noticed other guys. Their bulges, how they moved, their crotches. What a boy has between his legs is awesome. Totally cool. The best. I took his shaft down my throat. For the most part, I'd learned how not to gag. I got him as deep as I could, almost all the way, and slid off his pole, licking him roughly with my tongue and lightly with my lips. He shuddered from the pleasure. I had to reach down and stroke myself. I loved it so much I needed a little relief. He was breathing heavy. Groaning softly. Through the wall, I thought I heard Sam and Coach doing basically the same thing, but I wasn't sure. It may have just been my imagination. Anyway, they weren't doing anything we weren't. It would havd been cool to see it. Coach sucking on Sam's pole. Sam doing the same. Seeing Coach's hard dick going into Sam's ass. That would be hot. Hot as fuck. "Hey Jace," Coop said, interrupting my mini fantasy. "Wanna try something different?" "What?" "69?" He looked a little embarrassed. Embarrassed but eager. "Really?" "Yeah." I got up over him. I was a little bit shorter, but not much, and I was all the way down so I could really get after his cock and he could finger fuck me, preparing for the real thing. He backed me up and grabbed my stiff dick and pointed it down. His mouth went over the tip of my cock. Oh fuck! Cooper Sheridan is sucking my dick! Fuck! 'Ohh yeah," I moaned. "Oh yeah." Fuck. Having a mouth on your dick, warm and wet, tongue working, feels way fucking awesome. Amazing. Absolutely fucking incredible. He didn't take much in but it was the greatest feeling ever. I plunged back onto his dick with a vengeance, taking as much as I could get in. I wanted him to feel that incredible feeling, too. I wanted to give him even better than what I was getting. Every single part of me wanted him to feel good. And then... "Watch the teeth dude," I groaned. "Sorry," he muttered. I didn't want to call him out. I almost didn't say anything because I didn't want him to stop. But he didn't stop. He went back on it and was careful with his teeth. He stroked my hardness as he sucked on it. We were trying so hard to be quiet but I really wanted to moan loudly. Just let it rip. I wanted to enjoy this new sensation to the max. I worked him, stroking and sucking, flicking my tongue at the head of his dick. He came off mine and breathed heavily for a second, shivering a bit, before jumping back on. He was on me like I was on him, like a demon. Like somebody that needed it bad, like water in a desert. It felt so good. Too good. Then I started to worry. What if I cum first? What if I cum in his mouth? Oh fuck. "Coop," I said in a whimper, "Fuck me." He stopped and physically lifted me, turning me over. I sprawled onto the bed and he was on top of me in a second. "No," he said. "I will tomorrow, but not tonight. Lay back." He got over me and grabbed my stiff dick. He licked up the shaft and went down on me, tugging at my balls. He was still hard as all fucking get out while he serviced my cock. He worked it, stroking and sucking. I whimpered some more. It was amazing. Beyond amazing. The best ever. I couldn't take it anymore. I needed it to end. I needed to explode. Explode or die. "I'm gonna cum," I said, giving him fair warning to get off me. He didn't! I unloaded in his mouth. No, I exploded in his mouth. I thought I would die. He took it all. All of it! And he swallowed without hesitation. I was in shock. Face to face, our eyes locked as he knelt over me, stroking his dick. Masturbating. He never broke the stare, looking me squarely in the eye, an almost mean and desperately hungry look. He jacked off until cum shot out of his cock, coating my belly. "I did it because I wanted to. Just so you know. I did it because I wanted to!" He emphasized every word. "Thanks!" I said exuberantly. "I didn't do it for you. I did it for me." I fell asleep cuddled up next to him. He draped his arm around me and held me tight. We woke up to somebody banging on the door between the adjoining rooms. We jumped up, throwing on underwear and answering the door. It was Coach. "You boys sleep good?" he asked. Him and Sam were up and ready. "Yeah," I mumbled sleepily. We hurriedly showered and got dressed before heading down for breakfast. None of us had a lot to say. I sure didn't. I was trying to process what had happened. # # # So, this was stupid and it shouldn't have worked, Me and Sam had worked on it but we hadn't told Coach. There was a runner on second with two outs. Sam was pitching. He looked back at the runner, who was taking his lead. Sam had his hand on the ball in his glove. He flicked his glove forward, like he was going to throw a pitch. But it was a signal to me. I couldn't believe it. The Wichita pick off. There are thirteen ways to balk. But none of them are to second base. You can fake the throw to second. You can't to first, unless you step off the rubber, but you can to second. The guy had retreated when Sam moved his glove but he took a step off and then another. Sam was looking at the plate getting the signal for the pitch. The guy had two steps maybe more. He was leaning. Sam was selling it. He was looking at the catcher, his shoulders squared toward the plate. He lifted his front leg for his usual motion but, instead of throwing to the plate, he turned around in what's called an inside move. The guy dived toward the bag. I was late breaking toward second. Sam faked the throw to me and I acted like I missed it and the ball was going into center field. The guy jumped up and started for third. He took maybe three steps before he was caught. We had him dead to rights. Sam still had the ball. He flipped it to me and I tagged the guy out. Out number three and the end of the inning. When we got back to our dugout, Coach looked at me and Sam and said "Don't ever do that again." "It was cool, Tyler!" Sam said, excited. "Damn!" "Yeah, it was cool. Now you've done it. Don't do it again. And nobody better have any thoughts about the hidden ball trick either." "We all ready have," I said. Coach smiled. "All right. Next week, I'll show you how it's really done." "Cool," Coop said. Cheating is part of baseball. # # # We had pizza for supper and we chowed down. Me and Coop tried to convince Coach he should let us have beer again but Coach wasn't buying it. Afterwards, Sam hung out with us again for a little while. Tomorrow was another early day so we couldn't hang out long. I was cool with that. Coop had promised to fuck me tonight and I wanted it bad. And I wanted him to suck me again, too. That had been great. I was already hard as a rock when I was undressing. I was that excited. Coop wasn't hard but he was getting there as he stripped off his boxers. I just wanted him to stand there and let me look at him. He was so sexy. He started pulling on his cock but I grabbed it and tugged on it for him. He got really hard, really fast. Then he grabbed me and pushed me on the bed. In a flash, he was on top of me, his crotch pressed against my crotch, his hard on pressed against mine. "You want me to, don't you? You want me to suck your dick?" he questioned, looking at me hard in the eye. "Yeah, I do." "I'm not queer." "I didn't say you were." He continued to stare at me. "I'm not gay. Not like you." "I know that." He worked his way down to my crotch and grabbed my dick in his hand. He angled it up and then licked it, rough. He rammed it in his mouth, half way down. He was trying to be careful about his teeth, but he took it down. He didn't gag but he didn't take it in all the way either. He rubbed my fat balls and used his tongue on my shaft. He sucked it, bobbing up and down. Then he lined himself up as he straddled me. "Suck my dick," he commanded. "Ask me nice." "Do it!" I did it. Of course, I did. I took him down. I wanted to give him a better blowjob than he gave me. I was competitive. I swallowed him, taking it all the way down. I rubbed my hand in his black pubes and I sucked on his balls. He face fucked me. He was horned up and I was, too. I needed it. I had a hungry hole and he could tell. Doggy style. Splayed out on the bed. He hovered over me. He pushed his hard dick into my waiting ass and I grunted loudly. Too loudly. Coop put his hand over my mouth as he pushed in and started to pump my ass. Pump it hard. Fast. Furious. He had a need. A lust. I wanted it. Give it to me. Not gentle. Not sweet. I wanted to scream 'FUCK ME!' His hand on my mouth kept me from screaming out my lust. I loved it. Him fucking me. I loved it. Wanted more of it. More of it. Bang my ass. Fuck my ass. "Fuuuckkk," he snarled in my ear, his hips banging against my ass, skin slapping. I could only grunt. I needed it. Badly. Fuck me. He rammed it in, hard, and grabbed my hips and held my ass close to his crotch as he unloaded. The cum dripped out of my ass as he pulled out. He sucked me off until I came and he drank every drop of it. Every last drop. Once again, I slept in his arms and it was the greatest thing ever. Later on, Sam asked me if we could hear him and Coach going at it. I told him no. "We heard you," he said with a wink and a stupid grin. I shrugged. It was what it was. He knew I was gay. "I think he's sexy, too," Sam said. I grinned. I liked that he was maybe jealous of me.