Date: Tue, 19 Oct 2021 11:22:29 +0000
From: encolpius1 <encolpius1@protonmail.com>
Subject: Every Man Needs a boy 28

			   EVERY MAN NEEDS A BOY
				  Book 3
			       Boys and Men
				    By
				 Encolpius

			     Edited by Skyborn

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				   SEVEN


	Tyler introduced us during Thanksgiving break.  Her name was
Callie.  She was in her mid 30's, pretty good looking and had two kids
younger than me.  Tyler was anxious.  She figured it was just normal 'kid
meets the new girlfriend' anxiety.  She had no idea.  The stupid thing was
I actually liked her.  She was funny.  She liked sports.  She was pretty
hot in a MILF sort of way, but then again Tyler was in his early 40's so it
was an age appropriate relationship.  Unlike the one he had with me.

	She was nice and she didn't treat me like a little kid.  She'd be a
good step mom.

	Her kids were with her ex and she spent the night.  I hated
listening to them having sex.  I slept in my room and heard the moans and
the bed creaking and the whispered conversation, though I couldn't make it
out.  I hated every second of it.  Every fucking second.  She was there the
whole weekend and me and Tyler had zero time to talk.

	The three of us watched Georgia play South Carolina that weekend.
It was weird because Thanksgiving was usually Georgia verses Georgia Tech
but in that COVID fucked up year the game they called 'Clean Old Fashioned
Hate' wasn't played and the Dawgs beat the shit out of the Gamecocks
instead.

	"You remember your friend, Cooper?  Cooper Sheridan?"  Tyler asked
me during one of ESPN's incessant breaks.  "The Braves executed a minor
league trade and picked him up from the Dodgers.  He'll start out in the
Rookie League in North Port."

	"He signed out of high school?"  I asked.

	"Yeah, 3rd round. Around pick 100"

	I hadn't been drafted.  I had talked with a couple of teams but I
was committed to playing in college and nobody wanted to waste a pick.
After all, they olse would lose negotiating righs when I started college.
Plus, I wasn't even sure I wanted to play baseball post college.  Tyler
knocked around the minors for years, getting the occasional cup of coffee
when he got called up to the bigs when the roster expanded in September.
Minor league baseball didn't pay a ton and I wasn't sure I'm was any better
than Tyler, who never made it.  Though I was constantly told I was a five
tool player (speed, hitting for average, hitting for power, fielding, arm
strength) you never know. A lot of kids are told they are 5 tool players
and never make it.  .  I was a little surprised about Cooper but I supposed
he wanted to get out of the house and away from his dad and I knew he
didn't want to join the Air Force.  Then I remembered where the low A minor
league affiliate for the Braves was.  Me and Jace and Cooper might have a
chance to get reunited.

	After Thanksgiving it was time to prep for finals.  One last week
of classes and then Reading Days and finals.  Then three weeks of Winter
Break.  The first thing I did was go to Jace's room.  He was in the same
dorm as me but on the other side.  His roommate was out with his
girlfriend.  As soon as I was in the door, I pushed him against the bunk
beds, my mouth on his mouth and my hand on his junk.  It wasn't romantic.
Not by a long shot.  I was horny.  I'd been so distracted by Callie and
Tyler that I hadn't even jacked out a load the whole weekend and I was on
fire.

	"You horny, Sam?"  Jace said, laughing as he came up for air.

	"Tyler has a girlfriend."

	"That sucks."

	"Not for you," I said, tugging hard at his crotch.

	We got naked.  His body was perfect.  Perfectly male.  Muscular,
big chest, broad shoulders, defined abs, narrow waist, big cock.  He was
the definition of young manhood.  Grade A beef.  Did I love him?  No.  But
I wanted him.  I was hungry for him.  I was burning hot and I needed him.
I clawed at his hard body, kissing him as I tried to undress.  It was
awkward but I didn't want to break the passion of it.  I needed that
passion.

	He sucked my dick and I thought I would cum in an instant.  It was
that good and I was that horned up.  Wet mouth, friction on a rigid hard
dick.  The best.  I shoved it in, face fucking him.  I could have popped
right then and there, made him drink it and move on, but I wanted his tight
ass.  I wanted to plunge myself into him, hear him moan, make him cum.

	"Fuck, dude.  I'll blow.  Let me at you," I said.

	I grabbed his steel hard rod and I face planted it.  I sucked him
like I knew how.  I sucked his balls and licked his shaft.  He rubbed my
blonde hair and my wide powerful shoulders as I went down on him.  I sucked
him with all the horny intensity I felt surging through me.  It was pure
lust made manifest.  Sex for recreation, for need.  I sucked him and heard
him moan and knew that I was giving what I took.  He had his pleasure as I
was taking mine.  I fingered his ass and massaged his prostate.

	"Uhhh," he grunted.

	"You want my dick, dontcha?"

	"Give it to me," he begged.

	We were hemmed in by the bunks, but we did it doggy style anyway.
I was draped over him, like I was a dog fucking.  It was a whole body fuck,
my torso on his back, one arm on the bed and the other crooked around his
throat.  He craned his neck back and kissed me as I plunged my dick into
his ass violently.  He was pawing at me, trying to get back to my mouth as
I slapped my dick into his ass all the way.  We kissed again awkwardly and
he put his head down.  I power drove his ass.  Mean.  Savage.  Angry.  I
didn't make love to him.  I fucked him.  All the frustration and anger and
jealousy flowed out of me, through my dick into Jace's ass.  He got the
result of all my teenage angst.  I flailed on his ass.  I hadn't realized
how angry and frustrated I was until that moment.

	And he loved it.

	He jacked himself hard and fast as I piston fucked his sweet ass.
We both grunted.  Everybody in the hall could probably hear us but I didn't
give a shit.  I wanted him.  I wanted it.  He arched his back and I knew
that as hard as I was giving it, he wanted it harder.  I poured it on.  I
was lost in animal passion, ferocious lust.  I had no conscious thought.
It was all instinct and need.

	"Oh fuck!"  He yelled.

	I grunted like a man lifting weights.  The growl of a bear about to
attack.  A victorious gladiator.  It was all male, purely masculine energy.
Pure physical need.  I knew nothing but the surging horniness and pure
lust, my cock and its sensations.

	"Oh fuck!"  He yelled again.

	I drove it in and I unloaded.  I dropped a fat hot steaming load in
his ass.  I pulled out, completely spent.  All of it washed away.  I was
dazed.

	"I came twice," he said.

	I chuckled.  "Really?"

	"Yeah.  Man, there is a lot of bad shit going on between your ears,
dude.  It was great but, fuck Sam, I don't know."

	I didn't know either.  There was a lot of shit I didn't understand
and I hated that.

	I pretty much fucked Jace twice a day through the Reading Days and
then took my finals and headed home for Winter Break.  Back to Tyler and
probably the bitch, too.  She wasn't a bitch though, I knew that.  She was
a normal heterosexual woman looking for the same thing everyone is looking
for in a relationship with a man and his college aged son.  Except there
was something she didn't know that complicated the whole thing.  In a way,
I should have felt bad for her because what she didn't know was probably
going to be a deal breaker.  But I was jealous and competitive and he was
mine.  Sorry.

	When I got back Tyler was making dinner.  I dropped my bags and
told him I was going to need to dump my clothes in the washing machine.

	"Yeah, well, you know where it is.  I don't want things stinking."

	"Is Callie coming over?"

	He turned and looked at me from the kitchen.  "No.  It's just you
and me."

	"Okay."

	We had tacos, my favorite.  It was a nice gesture.  I told him
about finals and about the team and about Jace and the lacrosse team.  We
just talked and, for a little while, it was just like it had always been.
He asked me if I wanted to watch Star Wars because when I was a little boy
I loved to act out the light saber scenes.  I think he was feeling
sentimental.  So, we watched 'The Mandalorian' and it was okay.  When it
was time to go to bed, I asked which bedroom he wanted me in, mine or his.

	"I want you where you've always been, Sam," he said, putting his
hand to my face.

	I closed my eyes briefly and let all the shit in my head melt away.
His touch was everything to me.

	"I wasn't sure," I said.

	"I know."

	Here is the thing nobody ever understood.  Jace didn't.  He mostly
didn't mention it or think about it, I guess.  He just acknowledged that me
and Tyler had a long standing relationship but he didn't really understand
it.  I'm not sure I do either, now.  But when I was little, I didn't feel
lust for Tyler.  I wasn't horny.  I was deeply, madly, completely in love
with him.  He was my hero, my best friend, my mentor, my protector, my
everything.  I loved to cuddle and snuggle with him.  Had it just been
that, I would have been happy.  But I also didn't mind the other.  I
thought it was funny and I enjoyed seeing him cum.  It was kind of gross
and disgusting but it was funny and weirdly interesting.  And I didn't mind
making him feel good.  But here's the thing, I enjoyed it, too.  It was
fun.  From the very first time he ever fucked me, it was intensely
pleasurable.  I don't regret a single time.  But then one day I woke up to
find I was horny.  I suddenly had needs and desires.  It kind of snuck up
on me.  It stopped just being a fun thing that we did sometimes and became
something I wanted and looked forward to.  No, needed.  I needed it.  I
still do.

	I looked at him laying there in bed.  He was gorgeous.  Gorgeous.
I loved his body.  I loved the hairiness and the hardness and I loved his
dick.  I licked it and I sucked it and worshipped it.  Until recently, it
had been mine and mine alone and I was having trouble sharing, but right
then it was mine again.  I sucked it, working the head.  Sucking hard on
it, flicking it with my tongue.  He responded, sucking in air and shifting
his weight.  The pleasure almost uncomfortable.  But I knew how to modulate
and vary it.  I knew more about sucking his dick than she did.  I took him
down and he rubbed my hair and told me how good it felt.  Slowly I came off
and he moaned.  I worked his balls.  I put our dicks together and jacked
them as I hovered over him and we kissed, letting the passion flow.
Neither of us had shaved and the roughness on our faces intermingled as our
mouths and tongues met.

	He pushed me over on the bed, showing off his muscular power,
almost wrestling.  He was on top putting his weight on me.  We kissed.  We
touched.  He went down to my hard, throbbing dick, cupping my balls and
pointing the shaft straight up.  He took me down, all the way.

	"Mmmm," I said.  "That feels really good, Tyler.  It feels
perfect."

	And it did feel perfect.  There was some novelty being with Jace,
having to learn how he wanted to be touched and sucked and fucked, teaching
him how I wanted it, working it out.  But Tyler already knew.  And I knew.
Which is better?  The new or the old?  Was I one to be chasing the shiny
penny?  Not when it felt like that.  Slowly up and down, his tongue
massaging me.

	Then I had to stop him.

	"I remember," I said, looking at him in the eye.  He was quizzical.
"The very first time I ever came, you drank it.  I came in your mouth my
first time."

	He looked at me intently and then chuckled.  "Oh yeah.  It wasn't
much."

	I looked at him, cross and defeated.  "Tyler!"

	"Baby boy," he said.  "Yeah.  You did.  I did.  You were so funny
about it.  Proud and relieved and embarrassed and eager to do it again.  It
was amazing.  And you make me so hungry.  I'm like a starving man."

	I rode him.  I maneuvered his hard bare dick into my waiting,
spasming hole.  I wanted him as bad as he wanted me.  I got it in and sat
down, his dick filling me up, a comfortable, full and amazing feeling.  The
nerve endings, the pleasure centers alive with sensations as I began to
move.  Back and forth, side to side, his dick shifting in my ass, the
muscles creating friction.  Then up and down.  He was pawing at my lean
hard body, rubbing my muscles as I moved, my hard dick flopping up and
down.  He held my thighs and pumped.  Pumped hard.  I reached down and
stroked myself as he banged my ass.

	"Oh God!"  I threw my head back, closed my eyes and got lost in the
feelings.

	My cum flew, hitting him in the chest and the belly, coating him.
He pounded me and I grunted and groaned with each thrust until he unloaded
in my ass.  When he pulled out, his dick slimy with jizz, some of it leaked
out of my ass.

	When I fell asleep next to him that night, there was no place else
in the world that I wanted to be.