Date: Sun, 24 Oct 2021 23:35:43 +0000 From: encolpius1 Subject: Every Man Needs A Boy 29 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! EIGHT And then we got COVID. I got it first. It was Sunday, a couple of days into Winter Break, and I woke up feeling lousy. Fever, body aches, congestion, and I couldn't smell or taste anything. I mainly just felt bad, sort of like a really bad cold or the flu. But I was pretty sure it was COVID because of not being able to smell or taste. I went to my room and hung out so Tyler wouldn't get sick. On Monday, we both put on masks and went to an urgent care. They gave me one of those rapid tests. It was negative, but I didn't really believe it. Weirdly, the next day I felt better and by Wednesday I was fine. Then, on Friday, Tyler got sick. He felt pretty bad. We both decided it was COVID and figured we needed to quarantine ourselves. Then, over the weekend, I felt bad again. Fever, chills, the whole nine yards. And Tyler was totally miserable. The whole next week, I woke up feeling fine but ended up with a low grade temp by late afternoon. And Tyler wasn't doing well at all. "I feel terrible," he said, almost losing his breath just talking. "I can't do anything without getting short of breath." I was worried about him and we both went back and got tested again. This time both tests were positive. But as I got better, Tyler didn't. He couldn't even walk down the hall without stopping to catch his breath. Both of us were really, really fit. A three mile run was nothing to either of us but he was having trouble getting to the bathroom or the kitchen. "What about getting that shit Trump got?" I asked. We called his doctor about the infusion but he didn't qualify. They advised us to go to the hospital if he got any worse. I slept with him just to make sure he didn't stop breathing. But I realized there wasn't anything I could do except call 911. I was so worried about him that, without him knowing, I looked up YouTube videos about how to do CPR. I put on a mask and went to Walmart and bought one of those O2 Sat things. When I put it on him, he never got above 88%. He finally ended up in the ER but they wouldn't let me go back with him. I tried to tell them I had just had COVID and was immune but they wouldn't listen. I was kinda frantic, not knowing what was happening with him. I was super worried and decided I would stay in the waiting room and be a pain in the ass until they told me what was going on. But it was packed. There were a lot of really sick people and I figured the staff was overwhelmed. So, finally I went back home. Tyler called and said they were admitting him. They were going to give him steroids and stuff. The next day when I talked with him, he seemed to be doing better. He was on what sounded like a lot of oxygen. It was like 60 liters or something. It took him three days to make it out of intensive care. I was on edge every single day. At first I waited until somebody called me, the doctor or Tyler. But then, desperate for updates, I started calling the nurses station. Every bit of information was important to me. How much oxygen he was on. What his heart rate was. I didn't really know if any of it was actually good or bad but I had a sense and could figure out if it seemed better than the day before. Way too many times I caught myself thinking about what life would be like without Tyler. I couldn't even imagine it. That was a life I didn't want to live. I could endure it if I had to but it wasn't what I wanted. After a couple of days with no improvement things started to get better. Finally, after five days in the hospital, they let him come home. It was a huge, complete and total relief. "Tyler?" I said, driving him home through the pre-Christmas traffic of Atlanta. "Do you know what the happiest days of my life have been?" "Tell me." "The day I met you, that first time we went to a Braves game, when they brought me to live with you and today, seeing you coming out of the hospital." I took a big breath. "I was so worried about you." He laughed ruefully. "I was beginning to be worried about myself. Those are the happiest days of my life, too, Sam." We didn't make love that night. We just snuggled and cuddled. It was great though. I loved being next to him, smelling his scent. His being sick had put everything back in focus for me. "Tyler?" I leaned up on my elbow. "What are we doing?" "Sleeping?" He looked at me. "I don't know, Sam. I don't know." "What does Callie mean to you?" I asked about his girlfriend. I had been keeping her updated while he was sick. "What does Jace mean to you?" I sighed. Defeated. He had figured it out. "Not as much as you. Not in a million years. Not even close." "I guess it's the same for me," he said. "Look, Sam. I don't blame you for whatever it is you're doing. You're young. You're a freshman in college. I thought it was more likely you would fall head over heels for a girl and we would have to work through that. I wasn't counting on a boy." "I'm not in love with Jace, Tyler," I said. "It's just fun. Maybe that makes it worse." He nodded. "I get that. And honestly, I'm not in love with Callie. I..." "Just really wanted pussy," I finished his sentence. "Yeah, basically." "And?" I asked. "There's something else I'd rather have," he replied, stroking my face. "Can I tell you something?" I asked. "I really liked fucking Jace. I mean, I really liked topping him. Topping. But not just him. I like bottoming, too. I always have, but topping was great." "Fuck. Okay. We'll see how that goes." I was stunned. With me and Tyler, I was the one that got fucked. I always had. And I was totally cool with it. I loved it. I loved having him in me. The first time, back when I was a little kid, I came like gangbusters when I got on his dick. Well, I didn't cum. I was nine. But I orgasmed. Over and over, one after another. It was such a huge, powerful memory. Nothing in my sex life had ever equaled it. Well, that's not true. Putting my hard bare dick in a slick wet pussy the first time did. But Tyler offering to bottom for me? It turned me on. It made me really hot. We didn't do it right then. But I thought about it, thought about little else, over the next few days. The next time we had sex, I bottomed. And the next time. And the next. I remembered he'd said it, but I didn't mention it to him again. Then it was Christmas Eve. There were no big Christmas parties because of COVID. A few times in the past we had gone to his mom's in Memphis but I didn't really like it there and he wasn't close to her anyway. The truth was that him and me were happiest as our own little family during the holidays. We kind of had a tradition - one that we couldn't tell anybody about - that dated back to my first Christmas with him. When we got ready for bed, I went into the bathroom and got my teeny weenie hard and put a Christmas bow on it. I told him it was his Christmas present. Every year since then, that we were by ourselves, I did the same thing. It was stupid but it was our little joke. This time when I came out of the bathroom sporting a boner with a bow, Tyler was on the bed face down, naked, with a bow on his ass. "Cool," I said, laughing. "Come here, stud." I ran my hands up his bronzed hairy legs, muscular and firm, to his round, hard ass. I squeezed both ass cheeks. I settled my weight on him, my hard dick between his ass cheeks, my hot breath on his neck. Whispering in his ear as I massaged his powerful back muscles, I told him I'd be gentle. Then I slid off of him and he rolled over, his dick hard and twitching. I loved to be on top of him, sitting on his crotch, running my hands through his hairy chest, massaging his thick pecs. Leaning over, we kissed. Tenderly. We were both anxious. I wanted him to enjoy it. I wanted it to be good. Partly because I wanted to do it again but also because I wanted to give him all the pleasure he had given me. I worked his dick with my mouth. A bottom had needs, too. He might have been giving up his ass but his cock was alive with longing. I sucked it and he fell back and sighed at the familiar sensation. I worked it as he luxuriated in the pleasure, but my own dick was twitching, wanting some action. I worked his balls and kissed his taint. Stretching over him, I kissed his lips, our bodies pressed together. We said little. There was nothing to say. His soul belonged to me and mine to him. "Are you hard?" he asked. "Yes, I'm ready." I thought doggy would be best. Head down, ass up, legs apart and ass spread, yeah, doggy was easiest. And God, what an ass. I got between his cheeks and rimmed him. I worked my tongue up in his hole. It had a weirdly metallic taste. I wondered if mine did, too. He groaned. It felt good. I knew it did. He had done it to me so many times. It was so strangely intimate. It was a pure gift. I put a greased finger in his hole. He reached down and jacked himself as I pressed through and found his button. I massaged it as he jacked. "Ahhh," he grunted. That felt good, too. I used to be amazed how even when I was little a finger in my ass, rubbing up there, would set me off. I got two fingers in and he was tight. I finger fucked him as he continued to jack himself. I reached in with my free hand and tugged his balls as his own hand cared for his cock. Three fingers now. He grunted again, whether from pain or pleasure I didn't know but the sighs that followed were pleasure. I could tell. "You ready?" I asked. "Yeah." I could hear the hesitation in his voice. I got the head of my dick to his hole and rubbed against it. Then I pushed it through, slowly. "Oh God! Go slow!" He called out. I did. A slow smooth slide going in. He was tight. Very tight. His ass spasmed around my shaft. I heard him moan, low and guttural. I knew it hurt. It would at first, but it wouldn't stay that way. He didn't really stop me but he reached back, just for a second, and pushed against my thigh. I stopped and, after he dropped his hand, I finished pushing myself into his tight hole. It was only then that he seemed finally able to breathe. "You good?" I asked. "Uh huh," he answered but he sounded uncertain. He didn't tell me to be gentle but I knew I should. Slowly, I moved in him, back and forth, side to side. Just a bit. He moaned a little. He rubbed his brow with his hand. I knew the sensation was intense. It had always been intensely pleasurable to me, but maybe it wasn't to him. Could I be a bottom forever, for the rest of my life? For Tyler, I could. Easy. He grunted when I moved. A little harder and a little more urgent. "Mmmm," he groaned. A bit more. I held his hips, pushing it in, back and forth. "You good?" "Oh yeah. Fuck me. Fuck me, Sam." I fucked him but I didn't rail on his ass. I didn't powerdrive. It could have lasted all night for all I cared. We could've fucked forever. We could've edged each other from then to eternity. But I gave him a little more, real movement and real fucking. He groaned with each stroke in. He was jacking himself again. With the initial pain, he had dropped his hand trying to endure. But with the movement, he was back on his slightly deflated cock, willing it to life to participate in the pleasure. "God, you've got a tight ass." "Sam, that feels...," his voice trailed off. I knew. "Oh yeah, just fuck me!" And I did. Moving. The sensation of his bare ass wrapped around my cock was electric. The fact that I was fucking Tyler, the man who had fucked me for nine years, countless times, energized me. I was the Alpha now. I felt so masculine and powerful, so sexual and dominating. It was a huge surge of power and ego and competitive spirit and lust and need and desire and love and affection all wrapped into one overwhelming sensation. I was moving in his ass and beginning to lose control. I was beginning to feel a need that couldn't be suppressed or controlled. I needed to fuck. Tyler suddenly shot up, my dick still in his ass, throwing his head back hitting me on the shoulder. He was whacking himself hard. "Uuuuuhhhh," he called out, a whimper and a cry. He unloaded, firing jizz all over the bed. I pushed him back down as the orgasm ebbed a bit and I fucked him. "Uuhh, uuuhh, uuuhhh," he moaned as I grunted with each stroke. I couldn't control it. I didn't want to control it. I had to unload. I had to cum. Cum in his ass. I pushed it in and let the waves of pure ecstasy and relief flow over me as I filled his ass up with my sticky essence. I pulled out and fell to the bed, panting hard. Tyler turned over and let me catch my breath. Then he kissed me. I held onto the back of his neck, unwilling to let him go. "That was awesome," I said. He laughed. "It was intense. Wow, I never thought I'd tell a guy to fuck me in the ass and literally mean it." "And?" He pulled me tight. "It was the best orgasm of my life. The most powerful for sure. I think things just keep getting better." I smiled. Christmas morning, I had my gift for him. I had bought them at Zales. They weren't super expensive but they were real and that mattered to me. I gave him the small box and he opened it. Inside were two black wedding bands. "I know that the outside part works, I mean legally, we're father and son. I get that. But here, inside this home, you and me, we're husbands. I know you can't really wear it in public, I can't either, I don't guess, but I want you to know that you're my husband, not my dad, not... I love you and want to be with you forever. Just you. Me for you, you for me." He took the ring and put it on the ring finger of his left hand. "You are the person I love. You have been, you are, you will be," Tyler said. "Husband." I shrugged. "I guess we'll figure out how to explain a 30 year old son still living with his 53 year old dad when we get to it." "We'll let people think what they want to think and we'll just go on being happy." I nodded. "That's a good plan." When I got back to school I had some business with Jace. Part of me wanted to put it off, but I couldn't. Plus, I knew that our fooling around was probably a bigger deal for me than for him. He was just getting laid. I texted him to see if we could meet at the Student Center. I wanted to do it in person. By text was shitty. I got there first and was just sitting down as he walked in. He moved with the natural grace of an true athlete. "Hey, man," he said. I had to admit that even then, he was a sexy guy. "How's Coach?" "Good. He's good. Better," I said. Jace sat down and scrunched his mouth. "So, Sam." I waited. I had a speech all rehearsed and ready in my mind, but Jace didn't give me a chance. "So, what we did was great. It was fun. I loved it. But it was wrong. I don't want to be your side action or the third person in your relationship or the third wheel or whatever. That's not who I am or who I want to be. Like I said at the first, I don't want to lose a friend over sex. And you're my friend. And I want you to stay my friend. But we're just friends. And that's what you want, too, right?" "Yeah, it is," I said. "And you're the best friend I've ever had." He nodded and we sat there silently for a long couple of minutes, neither of us knowing what to say next. Finally he asked, "Want to go get beat in some one on one B ball?" I laughed. "Yeah." He was taller, and he won. That sucked. But we got to stay friends and that was cool.