Date: Wed, 29 Sep 2021 23:53:24 +0000 From: encolpius1 Subject: Every Man Needs A Boy 23 EVERY MAN NEEDS A BOY Book 3 Boys and Men By Encolpius AUTHOR'S NOTE: Unfortunately, I am challenging my patient and skilled editor, SkyBorn, to whom I owe much thanks. Feedback is always appreciated! Write to encolpius1@protonmail.com DONATE! DONATE! DONATE! TWO Tyler and I were getting on each other's nerves. We were spending too much time together. That may sound weird, but it was true. He had his work world and I had my school world. He had his friends and I had mine. He did adult things with his, but not as often as he used to. Adult friendships aren't as intense as friendships when you're young. Anyway, it was COVID lock down. He worked at the dining room table, a lot of Microsoft Teams meetings. I did virtual school in my room. I tried my best to stay in there all day cause if I went to the kitchen or living room, I disturbed him. Plus, I was in the doghouse. I'd broken up with Tara and then I'd snuck out and we'd hooked up. Post break up sex. It was stupid and Tyler knew about it and he was pissed. Plus he was worried about his job. Everything was up in the air. Nobody knew anything. He watched Trump's press conferences every day until Trump stopped doing them after it sounded like he said people should inject bleach or Lysol or something. Tyler was hoping the Paycheck Protection thing would pass. It did. And the Braves got money and it seemed like the season was going to happen and thing started looking up. Then I was sweating it out because Tara missed her period. And Tyler started pressing me about college. "I don't know, Tyler!" I finally shot back at him, frustrated after we had been talking for about, like, 30 minutes. "What do you want me to do? Huh?" "I want you to make a good decision. To think about the rest of your life and start making a plan." "Oh, bullshit, Tyler. You want me to go to Georgia, stay here or go to Willingham? Which is it?" "I want you to be happy and on the road to being who you want to be." "Fuck," I said. It was pure frustration. Times like that reminded me that he was old enough to vote when I was born. He was in his early forties. Usually, when he does the whole adult-child thing, I let it go. He's an adult and I'm a kid. When I was younger, it seemed natural. But now, at almost eighteen years old, it rankled me sometimes. Sometimes, but not all the time. He didn't always know when it would piss me off and I didn't either. Sometimes it did and sometimes it didn't. That time it did. "No, Tyler. What I'm asking you is, do you want me here or do you want me someplace else?" "God, Sam. It has nothing to do with that." "Do you want me out so you can have a girlfriend? Get you some pussy?" He looked at me, hurt. "I'm not looking to replace you as my bed partner. And I'm certainly not looking to replace you in my life." "No. I'm asking you specifically if you want a girlfriend. To push me out to find a woman?" "No, Sam. You're being ridiculous. And insulting." I looked away, pissed and unconvinced. Though I wasn't sure why I was pissed. It was a tough choice and there was still the possibility that Tara was pregnant and the pressure was on. And then there was the whole money thing. "And you've been the one going after pussy, Sam, " he said. He had to get that dig in. "Oh, fuck off, Tyler. Back in the day, you fucked one at lunch and banged the other at dinner," I shot back. "I never said I didn't," he said. "I'm pointing out that one of us is doing one thing and the other one another thing." "What am I to you, Tyler? Legally, I'm your son. But dads don't fuck their sons. I can never be your husband. What am I to you? Exactly, what am I to you?" "The love of my life!" I snorted and shook my head. "That's not an answer." "It's the best I've got." He was frustrated, but so was I. I just stared at him. What was I exactly? Was he my parent or my lover? Was I growing up and moving on or were we staying together now and forever? I didn't know. It wasn't just picking a college, like he thought. It was the future of our relationship. The most important relationship of my life. It might have been the most important relationship of his life, too - I knew it was - but I depended on the relationship in a way that he didn't and couldn't. That night, I went to the bedroom. Technically his bedroom, not ours. To us, it was ours. But it really wasn't. It was his. I lived in his apartment. Spent his money. But I contributed nothing. I watched him as he got in bed, stripped down naked. "Are we staying pissed at each other?" he asked. "I don't know," I replied. There was so much stuff unresolved. Unresolvable, I guessed. When he is old, I'll still be young. When I am his age, he will be nearing retirement. It was weird. I hadn't thought about any of that when I was younger. I was just in love with him. "Come here," he called. I stripped off and got into bed. "I'm always going to love you, Sam." "I am the boss of you," I said very quietly. He hugged me and kissed my cheek. He worshipped my body. He kissed me, gently, sweetly and then worked his way down my torso, pausing at my nipples for a light playful bite. I liked my nipples played with and he knew it. He kissed me all the way down my flat belly, his hands rubbing on my hard, lean frame. I closed my eyes in anticipation as he got down to my already hard and quivering dick. But he was teasing me. He came up to kiss me again, a bit more passionately, as I felt the weight of his body being lowered onto mine. "You're beautiful," he said. I scrunched up my face. "No. But you are sexy as fuck, Tyler." "You were so shy when you went into puberty." I laughed. "Shy but proud." "And anxious." "I was afraid you wouldn't like me once I got grown," I said. "And?" I kissed him. I held his face, planted my mouth on his and I let all my passion flow through that kiss. I felt safe in his arms, loved. I wanted what he had, wanted what he was doing, was going to do. He played with the stubble on my face before finding his way down my torso again, after a long and lingering stopover at my nips, tonguing and sucking and biting gently. 'Mmmm," I purred. It felt amazing. His lips went to my dick head, holding the tip in his mouth. He tongued it as he sucked. I shivered at the powerful sensation, the explosion of pleasure it caused. I groaned and closed my eyes tight. It was beyond amazing. All the way down the shaft as he cupped my balls. He went to the root and then back up, slowly, licking and swirling his tongue. I moaned, hard. The best. The absolute best. No, not the best. The best was yet to come. He worked a finger into my butt hole as he sucked me. He rubbed it and I shuddered. He stopped and got a bit of lube and he fingered me as he sucked. It felt so good. So perfect. I was lost in my own lust and desire as he worshipped me. The anger and anxiety I had felt washed away. I was lost in his love, lost in my need and passion. He rubbed my balls, fingered my hole, sucked my cock. I was panting. "Tyler, please, please fuck me," I begged. I wanted it. He smiled. "My baby boy. My sweet sexy boy." On my side, my leg up, he got behind me, spooning. He slipped his thick rod inside of me, a feeling I'd grown to love. I always desperately craved for him to fuck me. However he wanted to do it, I wanted it. He moved inside me, slowly, gently, holding my body tight. I felt his hot breath on my neck as he slid fully inside. "Slow," I said. "Slow, slow, slow, slow." "We have all the time in the world, baby boy. All the time in the world." I leaned my head back on his shoulder and let him move back and forth inside me, my hard on sticking up. When he tried to reach around and rub it, I pushed his hand away. I only wanted to feel him inside me. The confusion, the frustration, whatever I was feeling before was gone. Replaced with sensual pleasure, perfect intimacy between the two of us, confident in each other. He moved slowly and I felt his hand touching me, rubbing my skin, massaging my muscles, my lats and delts and obliqes as he fucked me. I loved his touch so much. "There's nothing better," Tyler said. "I love how you love it." "Mmmmmm," I purred. He whispered in my ear, "It's only gotten better." "Tyler?" "Yeah, baby." "Fuck me." I didn't need it slow anymore. I wanted him to hold me but I wanted him to pound me. I wanted it dirty and nasty and hard but I wanted it tender and loving and gentle. I didn't know what I wanted. But Tyler did. He kissed me on the neck and nibbled on my ears as his hands wandered across my body. He told me how beautiful I was, how sexy, how perfect as he pounded me. It was a powerful sensation. His body tensed as he got rougher. "Oh yeah," I said, reaching down and touching myself. "Baby boy," he said. His swollen prick violated me and I loved it. I wanted it violent, firm and unyielding and he pounded my ass. I stroked myself, letting the blood rise, letting the cum rise. He was breathing heavy, his breath hot on my neck. He grunted with each stroke. He was close. He was feeling it. He was fucking me harder and harder, more and more urgently. I continued stroking myself as he slid in and out, back and forth, pawing at my body as he got more and more desperate to cum, to shoot, to unload. He rammed it in deep. "Oh God!" he called out as he unloaded into my ass. He was done, but I wasn't. I had needs, too. I was a man, too. My cock needed tending to. As he pulled his cummy dick out of my ass, I rolled onto my back and started to work, flailing on it, fapping out a load. I had no shame jacking in front of him. He had seen me before. Felt me, touched me. He reached down to take over but I pushed him away. I needed to do it, I knew how I wanted it. I masturbated hard, hard and fast. I erupted in a shower of cum, a geyser of jizz. It was awesome. I wasn't any closer to a decision but in a way I was. I could stay in Atlanta. Live here. Him and me. It would be great. I would love this. But I knew Tyler wanted me to spread my wings some. Be independent. Grow up. I understood that he didn't want me to be a little boy anymore. He had loved me so much, so perfectly when I was, but he was right. It had gotten better as I got older. I was growing into a man and Tyler loved that as much as he had the boy. He knew I would always be his. He would always love me and I would always love him. So, the choice was Georgia or Willingham. One was 30,000 people, a party a minute, the Dawgs in the fall, and walk on for baseball. The other was small, private, personal. And they wanted me. When I woke up the next morning the decision was made.