Date: Sun, 12 Sep 2021 22:41:28 +0000
From: encolpius1 <encolpius1@protonmail.com>
Subject: Every Man Needs a Boy 21

			   EVERY MAN NEEDS A BOY
				  Book 2
			      Boys Need Boys
				    by
				 Encolpius


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				  TWELVE


	It's the second week of high school.

	The school is big and confusing.  I don't really know where
everything is yet, but I'm learning.  As freshman, we're at the bottom of
the heap, but it's cool.  We're high school kids.  I'm pretty sure that Sam
and me will be playing JV baseball instead of varsity this year.  That
sucks but it's okay.  There's next year and I think we're both good enough
to make varsity as sophomores.  Sam is sort of being patient with me right
now, being a best friend.  He knows I'm hurting even though we don't talk
about Cooper.

	I'm moping.  People are noticing, too.

	My mom sees it.

	Today she told me that she understood it was rough when a special
friend left your life.  And she said that broken hearts are a part of
growing up.  I just kind of looked at her and didn't say anything.  I guess
she had figured out more than I thought.  I didn't say anything because I'm
not really ready to talk to them about that yet.  No, not yet.  Maybe one
day.  Definitely one day.  Maybe soon.

	I'm taking PE this semester.  Weight lifting.  I want to bulk up
for baseball, get some actual muscles.  I'm not some scrawny little brat
anymore.  A lot of kids from middle school that I hadn't seen since last
year were surprised at how much I had grown over the summer.  I'm basically
regular height now.  And I want some actual muscles on this taller frame.
Time to pump some iron.

	There's this boy in my weight lifting group.  I think he's a
junior.  His name is Patrick.  He has long, curly brown hair and a big grin
and he's kinda skinny.  I'm skinny because I haven't filled out yet.  He's
skinny because he's skinny.  Weight lifting isn't going to turn him into
anything other than a skinny guy with muscles.  But he's friendly and cute.

	And I think he might be gay.

	We have to change out for PE.  They won't let us wear our street
clothes.  I'm used to locker rooms but this is a pretty open arrangement.
A bunch of hormone infested teenage boy bodies packed into a locker room
with a long bench between the rows of lockers.  There is exactly zero
privacy.  It's kind of like being a kid in a candy store, you know.

	Anyway, I have running shorts, the kind with the built in mesh.  So
I don't need underwear.  I'm purposely across the bench from Patrick.  I
pull off my boxer briefs and fumble with the running shorts, figuring out
which side is the front and put them on.  He is watching me.  Staring.
When I make eye contact with him, he shifts his gaze.  But then he does the
same thing, too.  I'm staring this time.  I'll just say he has one big,
long dick.  He's skinny but he's hung.

	He's friendly with me during our workout.  He seems like a nice
guy.  When we get dressed at the end, we do the same thing as before.  This
time, I don't shift my gaze.  I let him know I'm looking.

	When I walk out of the locker room, Patrick is waiting in the
hallway.

	"You know, I think you're cute."

	I smile.  A big smile.  "I think you're cute, too."

	"You doing anything Friday?"

	"Whatever you want to do."

	He nods.  "Okay."

	High school is gonna be fine.


	END OF BOOK 2 Boys Need Boys