Date: Fri, 15 Oct 2021 00:01:17 +0000 From: encolpius1 Subject: Every Man Needs A Boy 27 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! SIX The next day I felt guilty. "Look," Jace said, "It was just sex. We were both horny and it doesn't have to mean anything. I don't want to lose a friend over sex." It was easy to say. And kind of stupid. Sex could be a really big deal. For me, this time was, too. I felt super guilty about it. Banging chicks was one thing. Tyler had done the same thing when he was my age so I wasn't doing anything he hadn't. Plus, weirdly enough, I thought he actually kind of approved of me getting pussy. Living vicariously maybe. We never discussed it but I always figured that another guy was off limits. Doing it with a girl was no problem. I had even told him some stories about my conquests. But a guy was a betrayal. At least I thought it was and I knew Tyler would, too. We didn't do it again at the campground. I think Jace knew we weren't going to so as we hung around the pool he flirted with every half way decent looking guy. To be honest, I thought he was being kinda shitty about it and I had to seriously bite my tongue. In the end, he was apologetic but headed to the Sugar Shack to blow off some steam. I was a little drunk when he got back. "Did you have a good time?" I asked, my tone of voice unmistakable. "I got off, but no." I didn't answer for a while. I handed him the bourbon bottle and he took a swig. "I like sex, Sam. Sorry, but I do. And I'm a guy. I can separate sex for fun and sex for a relationship. I'm not saying what we did was right or wrong but I don't regret it. You're my friend. You're my best friend, really. You were back then and I guess you still are. But you're also wicked hot and...," he stopped, exhaling hard. I was silent for a minute. "I like sex, too." He laughed. "Yeah. Duh. So, what's the deal? You gonna fuck chicks in college and then go back to Coach on the weekends and rock out or what?" "What are you going to do?" I shot back, not having an answer. "I'm gonna get laid. Answer my question." "Fuck," I said shaking my head. "No. In high school, it's hanging out and doing shit. At a certain point, guys and girls get together and it's about staying together, right? And that's not how it's going to end for me. I guess... well, picking up a chick at a bar and railing on her is one thing, but I'm not in the market for a girlfriend at all. I can tell you what I'm doing right now kinda sucks." Jace nodded. "The weird thing is, dude, I used to be jealous of you because you found love the first time out. Then shit gets complicated, huh." "Yeah," I said. "But I don't regret last night either Jace. I do, or I know I should but... it was a lot of fun." "I'm a good lay," he said smiling. I took the camping equipment back to Atlanta the next weekend. Tyler wanted to know if I'd enjoyed myself and if we'd had a good time. I told him about most of the stuff but I didn't tell him about the sex with Jace. I didn't know for sure how he would feel about it and I didn't want to find out. As we were eating, he got a call. He looked at his phone and seemed a little surprised and, maybe, embarrassed. He muttered that he needed to take it and he answered it walking down the hall, away from me. He was talking in quiet tones so I couldn't really hear the words but I heard the tone of voice. So, it seems we were both keeping secrets from each other. In my own mind, I was totally convinced that the person he was talking to was a woman. I had told him I thought he should date but now I was regretting it. That same little boy shit was bubbling to the surface. I wanted him all to myself. When he came back to the table, he said it was just a friend and I let the lie slide. After all, I had a friend, too. When I drove back to school Sunday afternoon, I had absolutely no intention of hooking up with Jace again. None. It was a one off thing. Just that one time. That was it. It was done. I had the dorm room to myself. Then Jace texted me. He wanted to know if I wanted to hangout and I invited him to come over. When he got there, he had a bottle of liquor in his hand. "Shots?" "I gotta go to class tomorrow," I said. "So do I." "I'm in engineering classes and you're doing what, basket weaving?" "Fuck you," Jace said. "It's finance and you're not in engineering classes. You're doing core just like me. You got some AP credits but you're doing bullshit core classes. Wanna do shots?" "A couple." "Cool," Jace said smiling. If I wasn't drunk at the campground, I kinda was now. Not so drunk I couldn't have stopped myself if I'd wanted to but... I guess I didn't want to. We were on my bed, him and me making out. I liked his beard. I rubbed my hand through it and kissed him. Our tongues met. I felt the urgency of my lust for him and his hard, athletic body, built out and active. He was young and stupid and crazy and weird like me. We had so much in common. We were at the same stage of life. We could relate. I rubbed his torso, freshly shaven and smooth. He was white and fair skinned, but hard bodied, fully male and buff. He had the best abs, great pects, delts, biceps, triceps and lats. He was a muscle god. And his cock, long and hard. I took it, pointed it up and swallowed it down. Wet and slow, I sucked his cock. His hard cock. Rock hard. And he wanted it. I worked the head with my mouth and tongue as he writhed in pleasure. I sucked his balls and tongued his sweaty taint. I worked his dick, sucking and stroking, giving him a premo blowjob. I wanted it to be the best he had ever gotten. "Oh God. Oh fuck!" He groaned. "Oh fuck yeah, suck that fucking dick." I went down again, rubbing his balls. I put some lube on my hand and got a finger in his ass. He grunted as he let me in. I didn't want him to fuck me, as much as I loved it. I wanted to be the top, the alpha male. The one that drove it in. And he was willing. I wondered, for a second, whether he mostly topped or bottomed and which he preferred and then realized that I didn't care. I wanted him for what I wanted him for. It was all so fucked up and wrong but I didn't stop and in that moment, I didn't care. I wanted what I wanted. "You want me to suck your dick? Get you hard so you can fuck me unconscious? That what you want?" He asked. "I'm hard already." He snorted. "Then tear my ass up, stud." It was easiest in the spoon position. Hemmed in by narrow bunk beds, we had neither height nor width but I was intent on powering his ass. He lifted his top leg and I pushed my hard cock into his hot hole. Hard and lubed up, one motion, all the way in. He stroked his own cock. I tried to reach around but it was awkward. "I can take care of my dick," he said. "Just take care of my ass, fucker." And I did, I moved in and out, back and forth, my hard steel pole sliding in his ass, tight and slick. I held on to his hips wanting to manhandle his perfect body but I let my dick be my tool. He fapped, maximizing his own pleasure as I used his ass to maximize mine. I pulled back and pushed in, grunting. He moaned. He ordered me to fuck him. He was verbal and insistent. He demanded his pleasure and gave me mine. I full on fucked him. And I had to admit that I loved fucking a guy in the ass a million times more than I had ever loved fucking pussy. Then, as if he were reading my thoughts, he asked, "Is my ass better than the stinking pussy you fucked?" "Sure as fuck is," I said, in all honesty. Man sex, I had come to know, is the best sex of all. I pounded him as he stroked himself, lost in our own ecstasy. The only sound was that of bodies slapping together with moans and grunts, repeated phrases. God was appealed to and then addressed obscenely. My steel mercilessly pounding his velvet ass. It was overwhelming and intensely pleasurable. I felt his body go taut, tense and cramped. With a loud exhale of satisfaction, he unloaded. I pounded him, savagely, letting my own pressure swell. Feeling the intensity build only made me pound harder as he whimpered. I pulled out and jacked the last bit, cumming on his ass cheeks like a porn star. Lingering in bed, still crammed together because it was a dorm bed not made for satisfying the sexual appetites of the occupants, I stroked his smooth shaven chest, imagining the ginger brown thatch that could be. "At the campground, after the Sugar Shack, you were pissed at me," I said. "Like you were angry." "I didn't want you judging me." "Why would I? I was kinda turned on. I mean, we both have dicks. We know how it goes." He turned half way to me. "I've always been a little insecure when it came to you. You were this tall, blond haired, blue eyed god that everybody loved and I was a scrawny, short, gawky red haired hanger on. And then I tried to kiss Coach and it was humiliating ..." "Well, damn dude, that's kind of... stupid. You were my best friend. We were all weird and messed up, lost in our own heads and insecure. Everybody was." "Yeah, but your insecurities were yours. Mine were mine," Jace said. "Plus the person I really wanted to be doing was you, but I didn't think that was possible. No, that's not true. I wanted you but mostly only after I saw you riding Coach. I only saw you for a second but that shit got imprinted on my brain. And then Coop..." "And you had a boyfriend and I was happy for you, Jace." "Yeah," he said wistfully. "That's a relationship I've never fully understood myself." I took in a big breath of air with a slow exhale. "Yeah, me and Tyler are going through a transition right now. I'm not sure how it's going to turn out." "That's rough," Jace said, pulling my arms around him. # # # I was confused and struggling to make sense of my emotions. Alcohol helped, weirdly. Not that things made more sense when I was drinking, but sober I tended to get lost in my head. When I was drinking, I was cheerful and happy, the life of the party. I found myself drinking a bit more than usual and Jace was willing to drink with me, at least sometimes. The strange thing was drinking had never been an issue for me. Before puberty, I never thought about it. I would tease Tyler when he was tipsy, which wasn't often, but I didn't like him drunk. He could be mean and I would have to tell him so. But that wasn't often either. When I was twelve or thirteen, he would let me have a beer, later on two. Sometimes I got buzzed but I could always make Tyler laugh when I did. Alcohol was never forbidden. Sometimes in high school, I would get pretty drunk but Tyler never held it over my head. Now, in college, I was drinking more. But I guess everybody was. Things seemed to get a little easier once we started working out for baseball season. I could turn my mind off and let muscle memory take over. It wasn't like off season conditioning, jogging and lifting by myself. That had only made me fixate on my problems. I would jog with my ear buds in, but not listening to the music, thinking about Tyler and Jace and where my life was. I loved Tyler. I did. But I also depended on him. Not just emotionally, but financially. It was a shitty gig but I guess it's what happens when you fall in love with somebody when you're in elementary school. Now I wanted to be an adult, but I was still a child. I had an adult relationship, actually two now, I guess, but I wasn't really an adult. That's why working out and conditioning helped. I didn't have to think about anything, just focus on the moment. And on the field, scooping up ground balls, that was easy. So I put a lot of energy into baseball. Baseball was something I understood. Life, not so much.