Date: Sun, 03 Oct 2021 23:09:21 +0000 From: encolpius1 Subject: Every Man Needs A boy 24 EVERY MAN NEEDS A BOY Book 3 Boys and Men By Encolpius Edited by SkyBorn Feedback is always appreciated! Write to encolpius1@protonmail.com DONATE! DONATE! DONATE! THREE Tyler kept his job. I guess the Paycheck Protection thing probably helped. Eventually, they announced that the Major Leagues would play. Sort of. According to the announcement, there would only be sixty games and they would be played in empty stadiums, no fans in the stands. Players were basically sequestered. And there wasn't going to be any minor league ball at all. Tyler's job was tracking players through the minors working to turn them into major league players. Those guys weren't going to be playing but they still had contracts, so Tyler kept his job. He explained what he was going to be doing but it sounded to me like it wasn't going to be that much. But keeping his paycheck was totally cool. Tara finally had her period. Late. But she had it. And we were done. She hated my guts, which was just as well. I had decided on Willingham. The baseball team paid for half my tuition. I was able to get a scholarship and grant money for a third of the rest. All that took was the time and effort to get it lined up. I was kinda behind because their offer came late and it took me a while to decide. But I did get all the required stuff in. I submitted the housing forms and got assigned a dorm and a roommate. His name was Travis. He was from Texas and was a midfielder on the soccer team. I was glad to be rooming with an athlete. We did the FaceTime thing to get to know each other and sort out who was going to bring what. With no travel ball, I was at a loss for what to do post graduation. Tyler got me an intern gig at 92.0 FM, the sports radio station. It was cool. It kept me occupied even if it was mostly busy work. I did a lot of weight lifting, too. Nothing major, I just wanted to tone up. By the time I was ready to go, I was pretty jacked. As the days clicked by, I was excited to be starting college but I was sad, too. I didn't want to leave Tyler. Basically, I was only ninety miles away. I could come back anytime I wanted, even during the week. I planned to be home every weekend, at least until baseball season. I wasn't giving up the relationship. Not at all. Me and him were still together. We were still bonded. Finally summer ended. It was almost time to leave. I had to get everything packed. Packed and ready. By now, I was regretting my decision. I wanted to stay. I wanted to back out and stay here with him, to just forget the whole thing. It was all a big mistake. Pride was the only thing keeping me from doing it, too. I totally didn't want to leave. Tyler had a special treat for my last night at home. Door Dash brought rib eye steaks. Medium for me, medium rare for him. Fries for me, a baked potato for him with salad and bread for both of us. Tyler poured a glass of Merlot. A special, romantic dinner. Just me and him. "Any words of wisdom?" I asked. "No," he shook his head, "Not really. You're not the typical kid, Sam. You were street wise from way back, knocking around and surviving in the foster care system. You've kind of been more adult than your peers ever since we met. You're not going to go wild with freedom. You haven't had many restrictions on you anyway. In a lot of ways, you're already pretty wise." "Have you thought about getting a girlfriend," I asked. He shrugged and shook his head. "or boyfriend?" He laughed. "I already have the male partner I'm interested in." "I was serious about the girlfriend." "Somebody told me I wasn't allowed," he said with a grin. I shrugged now. "I take it back. I want you to be happy." "I am happy, Sam." Tyler looked me in the eye and confirmed with a sincere nod. "I think you should. Date, I mean." "We'll see," he said. It was my last night as a full time resident in his bed. I expected to occupy this spot again in the future, but for now I was going to try out the independent life, the transition from childhood to adulthood. I was a little tipsy as we got into bed. He was on me in a flash, holding my hard, naked body next to his. I smelled him, Old Spice and soap, sweat and a faint hint of Merlot along with the funky odor of a man. He could smell me, too. Dove for men, Axe body spray and the funky odor of a man. I had the powerful desires of a man, the intense need of a man, the burning for a man. And I loved the feel of him next to me. The hardness of his body, the feel of his swollen cock pressed against me. We kissed passionately as he rubbed my face. I had shaved that morning and was smooth. He had the prickly sensation of scruff that I loved feeling against my skin. Our mouths locked and tongues intertwined. He touched me there. Mine was his and his mine. I was over him in a 69 position and grabbed his rigid tool, pointing it up. I dived down on it, taking it to the root. I slid off, swirling my tongue and sucking on the hardness as forcefully as I could. He moaned. He loved it. I could pleasure him in a way no woman ever could. I worshipped his dick. I would taste his cream again tonight and swallow it down. I loved it. I loved that he orgasmed. I got harder thinking about him in this bed with a woman, banging her hot snatch. I didn't know if he would but the thought of Tyler satisfied, Tyler orgasmic made me hot. I was over him, tending to his cock but he was working my ass. I lowered it and he pressed his tongue between my butt cheeks. "Ahhhh," I groaned. He reached up and stroked my swollen cock. "You like it, huh? Rimming your ass?" "Oh yeah." "Work my dick, get me hard and I'll pound it into your sweet ass, too." "Oh yeah," I said. He was hard and throbbing and he finger fucked me. It felt great, a sample of the real thing, yet to come. He massaged my button and the pleasure washed over me. I was leaking precum. I was so excited. He stroked my dick and played with my ass while I worked his cock. "I'm going to fuck you," he said. "I'm going to fuck you so hard." I flopped over on the bed. "Then do it, fucker." Doggy style. On my hands and knees. He rear ended me and pushed it in hard, rough, fast. No pity. I grabbed my swollen cock and jacked it, rubbing it hard. He pushed all the way in, his bare skin against mine. He held my shoulders and went to town on my ass. He fucked it like a jack hammer. Hard, fast and furious. He grunted and I moaned. It was savage, brutal. Almost impersonal. Like he was going to take his pleasure at my expense but the dirty little secret was that I was taking as much pleasure as he was. My dick was throbbing. "Pound my fucking ass, Tyler," I commanded, half turned and leering at him. "I'm not a fucking bitch. I can take it. Fuck me like you want it." You could hear the slapping sounds of his body meeting mine, the sound of flesh hitting flesh. The sounds of two men in intense, feral, animalistic pleasure. Grunts and groans and moans. Hard bodies and hard dicks. And no mercy. I wanted it rough. I loved slow and sensual. I loved tender. But right then I needed rough. I needed to be used. I wanted his load. I wanted his lust. I wanted his animal passion. "You love this, don't you?" I said, slapping my ass hard. It stung. I liked it. I told him to slap it again. I wanted the pain. The sensation of his dick in my ass was overwhelming. It was intensely pleasurable. I stopped stroking my cock. I didn't dare continue. It was a cannon waiting to go off. Tyler pounded me, his sweat dripping on my back, his smell surrounding me as he violated me over and over. An ecstatic violation. His thick cock in my ass, back and forth, roughly shoved in, fast and furious. I could barely breathe. It was all too much. "Oh, God, Tyler. Don't stop. Don't stop. Oh, God. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck harder!" I cried out. "You going to take my nut! Take it in your ass!" he growled, nasty and dirty. "Oh fuck!" I wanted it nasty and dirty. Hard. I wanted it more and more. He plundered my ass. He owned it and dominated it. I was straining to breathe and having trouble thinking. It was so intense. Beyond intense. I thought I could die. Right then and there. Keel over, lifeless, death by pleasure. I had to moan. I couldn't help it. I was reaching back, furiously clawing at my lover, trying to pull him in deeper. Deeper and harder. I wanted it. I wanted it so bad. Nothing else mattered to me at that moment but the pleasure Tyler was giving me, his hard cock in my ass. "Uhhhhh," I whimpered. "Uhhhh." "Take this big dick, kid. If you're a man, you can get fucked like a man." And that was it. I couldn't take anymore. I buried my face in the mattress, resolved to ride this powerful orgasm that swept over me like an ocean wave curling as it broke, a powerful punch of ecstasy, knocking the breath from my lungs. Hands free, I came, shooting a geyser of jizz out of my hard, throbbing dick. He had literally fucked the cum right out of me. But the pleasure in my ass didn't stop, wouldn't stop until he had his way and his pleasure. And I gave him all. Everything. It was still so intense even as the orgasm rolled back over me. Then with a grunt, he unloaded in my ass. Laying beside him in the night, I cried. My childhood was over. I was moving away. I wouldn't be in this bed with him every night and I already missed it. The feel of his body and his scent, his kiss, his touch. Nobody had ever so completely loved me as he had and I was grieving for that. He held me close and let me cry. He didn't try to make it better or cheer me up. He was sad, too. He was grieving as much as I was. In the early morning, Tyler made love to me one more time. Softly, gently, tenderly, with lots of kissing and touching and holding. It was beautiful. Exactly what I wanted in that moment, too. Tyler was my perfect lover. We got up early and packed my stuff in his truck. I imagined that in the past, move in day was mass chaos, everybody moving at the same time. But because of COVID, we had a limited time frame and we were a bit pressed to make it. It was ninety minutes from Atlanta and I started out following Tyler in my car but he wasn't going fast enough. I passed him and continued to speed up, making him stick with me. I guess I was anxious, but we got there in time. I was a bit nervous when I tried to figure out where to park. Tyler pulled into the small parking lot outside of my dorm, but I couldn't park there. That belonged to the sophomore's in the adjacent dorm. As a freshman, I got shunted off to bum fuck Egypt. I sprinted over to where the dorm was. I checked in and got my keys and the packet with all the important paperwork and stuff and Tyler and I started getting my stuff upstairs. Willingham was a pretty campus. Everything was red brick collegiate, sort of faux Georgian or faux Neo-Gothic. The landscape was vibrant and alive. My dorm was the newest and it looked the most modern but not out of place. We had to go up three flights of stairs but me and Tyler were both in good shape. Travis was already there and he had taken the top bunk. I thought it was a stupid adolescent thing to do and I was glad to be on the bottom. "Travis, this is my dad, Tyler," I said. "Cool, nice to meet you," he said. We got everything straightened out and went to the welcoming ceremony at the University Center. Travis had driven from Texas and his parents hadn't come. We did the whole parent-student thing until it was time for Tyler to leave. I was pretty sad and kind of wanted to chuck the whole thing and go back home with him. We hadn't been apart much since I first moved in with him almost a decade ago. "Have fun and learn. Play baseball and make it the time of your life," Tyler said. I was too emotional to say anything. I just hugged him and walked away so I wouldn't have to watch him leave. I made my way back to the dorm and tried to act like it was no big deal in front of Travis. Then we had our first hall meeting and the RA went over the rules. We met our suite mates, two pretty cool guys named Kyler and David. They were just regular students, not athletes, but they seemed cool. "So, I guess we need to work out the pussy rule, huh?" Travis said as we walked back to our room. "Yeah, about that. I guess I ought to tell you that I'm bi." "Yeah, I don't give a shit if you jack off fantasizing about me," he said. I had to admit he was every bit the hot as shit soccer player type, too. "So the pussy/dick rule." "I guess if you're getting some, the other clears out," I said. "Nobody sleeps over without prior permission from the other roommate." He fished out a necktie. "Tie on the door. It's tried and true." "Okay." "So, which do you like more, pussy or dick? I don't give a shit but the guy that hosted me last year on my official visit is gay and I think he'd definitely bang you." I kind of shrugged. "I don't know if I'm totally in the market right now." "You got a dick, then you're up to fuck. That's the way I look at it." "Yeah," I said. There was some truth to that. I didn't hook up with Travis' soccer friend. But I met him along with all the other soccer guys when they came over. Travis was a super friendly extroverted guy and I figured I would be clearing out more than he would. Sure enough, within the week he had some pussy. The following Friday I left as soon as my last class ended, headed home, back to the dick I wanted. I was excited as I sped up I-75. I wanted to see Tyler again. I was so lonely and homesick.