Date: Mon, 11 Oct 2021 11:03:52 +0000 From: encolpius1 Subject: Every Man Needs A Boy 26 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! FIVE I went to watch a lacrosse practice. I'd been thinking a lot about Jace and I wanted to see him in action. I'd known a couple of guys who played in high school so I wasn't completely unfamiliar. I understood the basics of the game. It was more or less a combination of hockey and soccer. They had a face off, sticks, body contact and even tackling like hockey, but otherwise it was like soccer. It seemed fun. If me and Tyler hadn't hooked up, I might have played lacrosse myself. Jace was a middie. After watching him a little while even I could tell he was really good. He was better on the defensive side and it seemed to me that he enjoyed it more than offense. When we played baseball, he was like that, too. He had always preferred fielding to hitting. And he was just as fast as I remembered him, if not faster. When I saw them scrimmage, I watched as they substituted Jace on the fly and it made sense. They would sub him in for defense and would keep doing that until one time they didn't. They were scrimmaging against the club team from UGA. The other team didn't pay much attention to him, figuring he was given the ball just to pass it. But then he took two steps, slung the head of his stick forward and let it fly, scoring a goal. He was slick and I was impressed. We started hanging out together a lot, but I always headed home on Fridays. It was more like I was a businessman that traveled during the week and was with his family on the weekend than it was like me being a college student. Kids hung out and went to frat parties, but I headed up to Atlanta. As much as I wanted to be with Tyler, it got kinda old. I wanted to hang out and go to parties, too. I wanted a taste of college social life. At least, part of me did. Besides, in the spring I wouldn't be able to go home every weekend anyway. I'd have games. I really liked hanging out with Jace and his friends during the week, but I was starting to want more. Apparently, so was he. A couple of weeks before fall break he asked me a question. "You wanna go camping?" I must have looked at him weird. "You and Coach used to go a lot." "We still do." "There's a gay campground between Unadilla and Hawkinsville. We can get a tent site, hang out, drink, hit the vape pen. I've been wanting to go now that we're legal and I figured fall break would be a good time." I agreed and I brought back my camping stuff when I went home that weekend. I told Tyler and he laughed a bit. I tried to talk him into coming, too. I thought it would be fun but he thought it would be awkward. I had everything we needed and on that Thursday we headed to the campground. It was in the woods, right at the Pulaski County line. I almost passed it. We turned in and drove up to the log cabin that served as the office. We showed them our ID to prove we were eighteen and they let us in. I didn't think the place was particularly scenic but whatever. We were here to go camping and hang out. After we got the campsite set up, we hung out at the pool. The weather for swimming was marginal but we did it anyway, a last chance before winter. They had a little poolside bar with food and they served us alcohol despite our being underage. We were in our trunks but a lot of the other guys were naked. Finally, Jace and I decided we would go skinny dipping, too. Let's face it, we were eighteen and athletic. Both of us were comfortable with our bodies. Although, it was a little weird that we both shaved our pubes. While we continued to swim and socialize some of the guys introduced us to the Sugar Shack. A cabin back in the woods where you could go for..., well..., sugar. Friday, after a day of hanging out and bullshitting and being bored, we hit the big bar. It was only open on weekends. But they wouldn't serve us, even though we were young and hot and shirtless, everything a gay guy would drool over. We decided just to go back to the tent site. "You remember how fucked up we got camping out after the end of middle school?" I asked as we were walking to the road. "Yeah," Jace laughed, "That was the first time I blew Cooper." "Really?" "Yeah, you were off fucking that chick, whatever her name was. While you were gone, he made it clear he wanted his dick sucked and I was game to do it." "I didn't fuck her," I said. "She gave me a blow job." "I could have done that," Jace said. "Hey, you wanna check out the Sugar Shack?" I shrugged, "Sure." It was set back deep inside the tree line off the main dirt road. There was a wooden walkway with LED lights to guide the way through the darkness. It was a frame cabin with a porch. There were two older men sitting outside talking. They gave our shirtless bodies the once over. "Well, well. Chicken tenders for dinner, huh? Damn, you two look juicy." Jace grabbed his crotch. "And we've got it rocking and rolling down here too, man. We're looking to lose our virginity." One of the guys laughed. "You won't have to wait long." We went inside. The front area was an irregular room with a wooden bench along two walls facing a monitor playing gay porn. It was warm. We went through another doorway into a fairly dark room. It took a minute for my eyes to adjust. To the right were a few stairs that led to what we discovered was a glory hole arrangement. A guy could stand up there with his cock out and a guy on the main floor could suck him without having to get on his knees. We snickered a bit like schoolboys but it was a logical and sensible arrangement, all things considered. Back on the ground level, laughing and making jokes, we saw there was a hallway in front of us with two stalls, like you'd have in a horse barn, on the right side and three little rooms on the left. There was a second, parallel hall down on the right. We headed down that one. In back, there was an open space with an X cross on the wall and another monitor playing porn. We both sensed movement and turned to check it out. Back in an alcove there was a man in a sling. Jace half turned to me. I sensed what he wanted but I didn't say anything. "Hey, man, how's it hanging?" Jace grinned, moving toward him. "Good, now that you're here," the guy said. He was older, maybe Tyler's age. Not in as good a shape as Tyler but he wasn't bad. He was hard, his cock standing straight up as he jacked off. Jace got between his legs and took the guy's cock in his hand, stroking it. He looked back at me. I didn't know whether he wanted me to join in or to leave so that he could get his freak on. I didn't do either. I just kinda stood there. Jace leaned over and swallowed the guy's pole, yanking down his shorts to get at his own dick. I had to tug at mine, too. I was definitely starting to feel that hot, burning obsessed feeling that comes with being horny. I watched Jace blow him. I was amazed at how brazen Jace was, how daring. Like he wasn't embarrassed at all. He looked at me for whatever reason but he didn't stop and he didn't motion me to join in. I just stood there and watched, rubbing my crotch. Jace had his shorts down and I could see his hard on even in the dim light. He pushed it into the guy's waiting ass, bareback. He pushed it in and started to fuck him. I stood there staring as two guys, two total strangers, fucked. I thought it was hot! Jace fucked him, hard and fast. The guy pulled on his cock as Jace did him, their bodies slapping together. It was a weirdly erotic site, like pure animal instinct. Sex as recreation. No emotion other than lust and need. I was hard and tugging, my hand rammed down my pants, pleasuring myself. For some reason, I didn't feel the need to pull my shorts down. Jace was grunting as he gave the guy his tool. The pure lust in his face, the sound of his grunts, I knew that Jace was loving it. And I knew he was doing it because of me. "Oh, God, dude, I don't wanna cum yet," the guy said. "But that was so good." Jace pulled out. "Yeah, cool. Maybe we'll catch you around." And that was that, I guessed. Jace pulled up his shorts and we headed out without saying anything. The guys on the porch were gone and we walked down the wooden pathway in silence. We got to the clearing before the dirt road and Jace stopped. "I don't owe you an explanation, Sam," he said. "I'm single, I'm gay and I'm horny. He wanted it and I wanted it and we did it. It's no big deal and it's nobody's business. You can think what you want." I didn't say anything. He turned and walked toward our campsite and I followed him, silent and introspective. "Jace," I said. He stopped and turned. "What?" "Why didn't you ever tell anybody about me and Tyler?" "Because you loved each other and it was nobody's business." "I've been with, I don't know, maybe eighteen to twenty girls, depending on how you define 'with', and only one guy. But he's not the only guy I've ever thought about." "Did you ever think about me?" "Yeah," I admitted. "And Cooper, too." Jace was silent for a minute. "Yeah, he was sex on wheels. C'mon, let's go." We made it back to our tent site in the dark. Neither of us said anything really, just letting the moment hang there, heavy and leaden. The image of Jace fucking that guy was stuck in my head. If Cooper was sex on wheels at fourteen, and he was, Jace definitely was at eighteen. A ginger with scruffy facial hair, broad shoulders, proportional arms. He was a hot guy. Very hot. I was horny and I knew he was horny and the thought of sex was torturing my mind. "Did you cum?" I asked. "No." "Do you want to go back?" "No." "Is there something you want?" I asked. "Yes." I can't say I was drunk because I wasn't. I was stone sober. But I wanted to kiss him and I did. As soon as I asked that first question, I was hard. I walked up to him, opened my mouth, planted mine on his and our tongues met. He kissed me back as passionately as I kissed him and I pushed my body against his, our bare chests meeting together, my hands on his ass. "You sure about this?" Jace asked. "No," I said, "I'm not. But I'm doing it anyway." We fumbled in the dark as we stripped. Shorts came off and we were standing there naked, and hard. I pressed against him again, our bodies in full contact and we kissed, his facial hair tickling me. I reached down and touched him. I took him in my hand. I held his dick. I could feel his hot breath. I made him lay down on his mat and I got between his legs. His cock was definitely big. He'd grown since the last time we'd showered together. And he shaved his pubes making it look even bigger. It was a stiff, hard, ivory white tool. 'The only dick I've ever sucked is Tyler's.' That thought went through my head as I went down on Jace. "Fuck! You've done this before," Jace moaned as I swallowed him down to the root. I slid off slowly and I worked it the way Tyler liked, playful and slow. But Jace wasn't having it. He was hot and burning with desire. He held my head and he face fucked me, urgently pushing it in deep. But I could take it, I could let him have his pleasure. Then he pushed me over and got on top of me on my mat and he swallowed mine whole. I could tell he had sucked a few dicks before, too and it felt really good. I lost myself in the lust and the need of the moment. He worked it with his tongue and lips and hands, his spit as lube. I moaned, determined to live in the moment, not thinking about what would happen next or what this meant. He looked up. "I'm vers. You can fuck me, if you want." "Yeah," I heard myself say. I've only ever ridden dick. I've never fucked a guy before. I did him doggy. Hands and knees, head down and ass up. I took my raw hard dick and angled it down and I got to the sphincter, the tight hole, and slid my greased up prick through it. He grunted but it wasn't pain. It was satisfaction. He wanted my fat dick and I slid it all the way in without stopping. Man! Ass is way tighter than any pussy. When I started to fuck him, it felt really, really, really good. Amazing. I silently held on to his hips, no words, no talking. There was nothing to say. We were using each other to get off. That's all it was. It meant nothing more than that. Friends helping each other out. I fucked him. Hunched up over him, I drove it in, slowly and then not slowly. I've never lacked for sex and I'm comfortable with my body. I can fuck. At least, I think I can. And fucking a guy is amazing. The best. Better than pussy. Way better. A million times better. I rammed it in hard as he jacked himself. He was lost in the sensation of his ass and his dick, a feeling I knew well. A thousand or more times, I had felt the same. So on fire with the pleasure of my ass and sensation of my cock that I thought I would die. And I was doing it to him. His hot ass wrapped tight around my dick. I banged him, hard. With only the silence of nature around us, we both moaned and grunted loudly. Fucking like animals. And I felt his body shake as he cranked out his orgasm, dropping a heavy load. I was incredibly horned up, hornier than fuck, and I banged him hard. Hard and savage. "Cum in my ass," Jace urged. I rammed it in deep and granted his request. I unloaded a big fat nut into him. I pulled my cummed up cock out of his ass and collapsed. I was breathing heavily. "You ever top a guy before?" Jace asked. "I mean, it was great. I definitely got off, but I'm curious." "No," I replied. "I've only bottomed for Tyler." "Wow!" "Did you ever fantasize about me? Back then?" I asked. He chuckled. "Sure, Sam. You were a blond sex god then, just like you are now. I jacked off to the image of you riding Coach a thousand times." I nodded. I really didn't feel like cuddling or talking much so we just got drunk instead.