Date: Thu, 08 Jul 2021 10:57:35 +0000 From: encolpius1 Subject: Every Man Needs A Boy part 6 EVERY MAN NEEDS A BOY By Encolpius AUTHOR'S NOTE: I accidentally lost the original sex scene for this chapter and hurriedly rewrote it for SkyBorn to edit. I'm afraid I may have set a record for typo's and weird grammar but he cleaned it up. I think the rewrite might be better than the original. As before, I re-edited it to try to make it more descriptive. Feedback is appreciated! Write to encolpius1@protonmail.com DONATE! DONATE! DONATE! SIX We were 15-3 as June was turning into July and in first place with only six more regular season games to go, two weeks worth. Then the playoffs and the championship. My boss, Burns, was happy. His kid was happy. By this time next month, in all likelihood, Sam would be playing in an All Star game. He was the best short stop in the league. A nine year old stud. I'd known him for two months and it seemed like forever. My whole world was definitely different for knowing him. I left work early on Friday to pick up Sam to go camping. Of course, his fat cow of a foster mother had something to say. Then she said I could take him every weekend for all she cared. He looked sad in the house as she talked to me but I took her shit because of Sam, even though the bitch was fundamentally right in what she was saying about me. She called me a child molester and it was hard to say that I am wasn't. I desired that boy in a way that was insane and I didn't completely understand. But as soon as we headed for my truck and he got in the backseat of the crew cab, his mood was light and excited. It was an adventure. I guessed he hadn't been on many trips as a foster kid, none if it was up to his two foster parents. It was a trip to Vogel State Park between Cleveland and Blairsville in the mountains. I had a permit for back country camping and I was hoping Sam was up for that. We packed away his clothing into a small back pack I had bought for him. But we had to hike everything in and hike everything out. I had the bigger load, of course. But Sam pulled his weight and then some. He was genuinely eager, not only to camp but to spend time with me. We got our instructions and we humped our stuff in, him and me. I found us a spot along the creek. It was still daylight as we set up the camp. We had gotten a burger on the road so neither of us were hungry. I told Sam he could go swimming while I set up camp but he didn't take me up on it. He was my assistant, getting things done. He wanted to learn how to camp out. With the tent up and the food bag hung out of reach of the wildlife, it was still daylight, but fading fast. I told Sam we might as well get in the creek and cool off. He looked sheepish and told me he had forgotten his swim trunks. "We'll go skinny dipping." I said. "There's nobody around but you and me and I've seen you naked before." "I've seen you naked, too, Tyler!" He said, grinning. "Real naked!" He wasn't shy about stripping off. He knew he was little and I was big and he wasn't ashamed of being little. Or he knew the powerful hold he had on me, how I lusted after him. But then I rejected that thought. He was a boy, being a boy, and genuinely doing what he wanted to do. In a flash, I saw his bare buttocks as he headed off to the creek. Without thinking, he jumped into the water at full speed. Fortunately, it was deep enough that he didn't hurt himself. The water was just above my waist but a bit deep for him. "Tyler! Can we go to the playground tomorrow?" "Yeah, sure." "And, um, the miniature golf?" "Yeah, if you want." "Paddleboard?" "Yeah." I said. Then I added, hopefully "Fishing?" "Yeah!" He said. "You like to fish?" I asked. He shrugged. "I like catching fish." I laughed. "It is better when you are catching them, I guess." He just nodded. "And we can go hiking and, and, and, we can do whatever you want to do and we don't ever have to go back!" "Well, we do Sam. But you want to stay with me instead?" He looked pensive and nodded quietly. Then he looked up at me, his big blue eyes wide. "And we can play our naked game?" "Yeah, we are going to play our naked game." I said. And he smiled. He was born to water, happily splashing around. His midsection was white as a sheet but the rest of him was a pale golden and he was in constant motion. Splashing and laughing and trying to wrestle me until I flung him off and he sailed through the air, landing in the water, laughing hard. Then he was right back, wanting to be thrown again. I rested my hand on his firm little ass and tossed him as he belly laughed. As day turned to night, I boiled some water and made hot cocoa and we sipped it. In the cool of the night, the bugs came out and we had to retreat to the tent. I definitely didn't mind. And Sam was happy enough. Sam immediately announced that we were playing our naked game and we both had to get our weiners hard. I had been keying in on looking at his flaccid little thing and I was horny as hell. It took nothing for me to get hard at the command of my elementary school lover. Never in a million years would I have ever thought that seeing anybody's soft dick would make me hot and horny. But his did. He thought my excitement was funny but he got hard, too. We laid down on our sleeping bag, the one we had and would share, him and me sleeping together. Ready to stroke ourselves and to stroke each other. I had brought a bottle of Astroglide I had gotten at Publix in hopes of... well..., in hopes of fucking the boy. And I do want to fuck him. I want to fuck him more than I have ever wanted anything in my life. I wanted to push my dick into his tight little ass. But, as much as I wanted it, I didn't want to hurt him. I didn't know if it was even possible to do. Would I split him apart if I tried? Would I hurt him in some permanent way? Something I would never do, not for some momentary pleasure. Sam was all over me, wrestling, naked, squirming and escaping, laughing and banging against the side of the tent. He ended up sittng on my belly, his firm round ass bouncing, running his hands through my chest hair. "You're all hairy." He said, almost in awe. Then he brightened and smiled "Like a gorilla!" "Mmm Hmm" "I'm going to be hairy too. Just like you." He said, leaning back, resting with his hands on my thighs. He was all sexy with his little hard on pointing up. "Maybe, maybe not. Everybody's different. But you'll be hairy down there." I said, grabbing his crotch as he giggled and wiggled away. "I'll be big too! Bigger than you!" he said. But he pulled it up, perfect in minature, to give it a good look and then grinned. He spun around to my hard cock and took it in his hands. He rubbed it and tickled it and it felt super good. He tugged at it and rubbed the sensitive head. He seemed fascinated by my hard dick. And his ass, his perfect little ass, was in my face. Hairless and smoth, perfectly round. I pulled his cheeks apart to get a look at his butthole, a tight little sphincter. I couldn't help it. I reached out and touched him there, grabbed it and put a finger in between his butt cheeks and massaged the outside of his tight little hole. "That's my butt!" He said, a bit shocked. "Yeah." "It tickles." "Does it?" I say, pulling back. He paused. "You can play with it, with my butt. I'll play with your pee pee, your wee wee, your penis." "My dick?" He turned his head and grinned. "Your dick!" I massaged his rosebud and I so wanted to put a finger in there, to finger fuck him but I didn't want to break the mood by going for lube. He was stroking and rubbing my dick before bending all the way over and taking it in his mouth. His ass was straight up and right there. I couldn't help it. I grasped and grabbed and pulled my pack closer to me so I could fish out the lube. A generous amount and I rubbed some around on his cherry, slick and wet and then pushed a greased finger into his ass. "Uhhh." He gasped, "Uhhh." But he didn't stop me. He just worked my dick with his mouth. He purred softly as he licked and tried to suck and stroke it. It was great, the best. A boy crouched on top of me, holding my hard dick in his hand, working it, his ass up and shining. Of course, I finger fucked him. And he was purring softly as I did. I worked my finger in his hole, rubbing his small prostate. He wiggled his butt some as I did, I guess trying to draw out the pleasure. Wanting it. He let my dick do and let me poke him there, moving backwards to get my finger up in him. I swatted him gently on the butt to remind him and he went back to worshipping my manhood, which was hard and straining. Do I push the point? I pulled the one finger out. He gave a little grunt, in protest. He had liked it. I greased up two fingers, pressed his rosebud and worked them gently in, as his tight but pliable muscle gave way. "Uhhhh." It was a whimper. I moved my fingers back and forth a little and realized he wasn't sucking me anymore. He was living the feeling. Just little whimpers. Then he suddenly sat bolt upright, driving my fingers deep into his hole. I was off guard and I tried to work my fingers out, with the weight of him, as little as that was, on them. But he sat there and suddenly started fapping himself, jacking off furiously as his body got board stiff, rigid as hell. Then he began to shiver all over. I yanked my fingers out and he fell back on my torso laid out, loose and flopping, like he had passed out. I wrapped my arms around his seemingly lifeless body. "Oh my God! Sam!" I cried as he looked up at me with glassy eyes. "Did I hurt you?" Then he started laughing. Laughing to raise the tent. He doubled over in laughter. "Do it again, Tyler! Do it again! Do it again!" "You liked it?" He nodded eagerly. Then he looked all shy. "You think maybe you could do it again like that but while you are sucking my weiner, too?" "That's what you want me to do?" He nodded and grinned, eagerly. Eager for me to get him off again. For him, it was just fun. For me, it was a burning need. And as I sucked his small cock. working it with my tongue and finger fucked his tight hole. First the one finger. He bounced a bit up and down on my finger and lean back, his head back. Swirling my tongue around the head of his cocklet, rubbing his balls, my finger invading his ass. He whimpered again. I worked a secondfinger in and spread the sphincter apart and little bit. He atarted to face fuck em. As I worked his hole, finger banging him, he face fucked medriving his cocklet into my mouth as it forced my fingers in his hole. And watched him dry cum again, I was hot as fucking hell. Desperate to cum. Moments later, with just a couple of strokes with his hands I came in buckets, a geyser of jizz. The next day, we went to the playground and he was a body in constant motion. Climbing and jumping. We played miniature golf. Which I won after teasing him with letting him think he was going to win. But he wasn't a bad putter for his first time out. I could make him into a good golfer given a chance. Then we went fishing. I offered to bait his hook but he was offended by the offer. "I can do it myself." He said crossly. We both caught a fish, both bass, and that would be supper. We cleaned and gutted them then pan fried them. Nothing like catching your own food. For a day, I got to see Sam in his purest element, a boy's world. And he was all boy. And I have to admit I loved when he laughed, which he did easily. After supper, and a skinny dip and a wrestle, Sam asked if I was going to play with his poopy butt. "I will if you want me to." I said. "You have to Tyler." He said in all seriousness. "You have to because I said so. I'm your boyfriend and boyfriends do what the other one wants, right? It feels really good and I want you to do it and you have to do everything I say and you have to touch me where I want and when I want and you don't have a choice because I am the boss of you." "Fair enough." I said. And he was the boss of me. I touched where he wanted. His little dick, his little balls, his little butt. His velvet smooth, pliable skin. He laughed and said it tickled. He squirmed and moved and wiggled. I was hard as a rock and his junior sized cocklet was too, pointed straight up. As he sat on my lap, I ran my hand up under his small, tight balls, massaging his hairless taint. "Tyler?" "Yeah?" He gave me that shy, hesitant, manipulative face. "You can put a finger in my butt if you want." 'You want me to?" Sam nodded. I got some lube on my hand and worked my pointer finger under his bottom and up between his buttcheeks. He was tight and the muscle spasmed around it. "Ahhh." He gasped as I did and then he closed his eyes and moaned. "Ummmm." "You like that, huh?" He nodded, "Mmm Hmm." I liked that he was willing to ask for what he wanted, willing to demand it. How many people waste their lives not getting the satisfaction they deserve for fear of embarrassment. Not Sam. He wants what he wants. And I hoped he never changed that. I worked a finger in and out of his butt, wiggling it around and he grabbed his dick and began to pleasure it himself. "Sam, your weiner belongs to me." I said, moving his hand away and stroking his beautiful hard cock, like a hardened steel nail, between my finger and thumb. He shuddered a bit. "And my butt, too?" He asked, smiling. "And your butt, too." He rocked backwards and forwards before brightening up and saying, "Two of them, Tyler! Put two of them in there. In my poopy, smelly butt!" I moved him off of me and got him doggy style so I could really finger fuck him. He hadn't touched me. My dick had been left alone. But it was throbbing, twitching. It was hot and burning as I played with his ass. His beautiful rosebud, his firm ass cheeks, his tight hole. As I put two fingers in, he shuddered again, just a little, and started working his cocklet again. I was fascinated, I was horned up, watching him get pleasured and pleasuring himself like a greedy little fuck. God, it was beautiful. How a boy that young could be so sexual was a mystery. Except sex is fun and Sam is addicted to fun. I wanted to ravish him, to take him, to dominate him. I could so easily have held him down and fucked him, drove it in and banged him like I have so much pussy in my life, hard and fast and brutal. But then again, No. I was so hot and burning. But, No. He turned his head toward me. "If it hurts, you have to take it out, okay Tyler?" "What?" "You can but if it hurts you have to stop. You have to promise, Tyler. Promise?" "I'm not going to hurt you, Sam." "You have to promise." He said, urgently. "I promise." He nodded eagerly. His eyes were big. He clambered on top of me as I poured lube on my dick. His hole was greased and then my cock was dripping with lube. I was excited beyond belief. He got on top of me and held my dick, a rigid pole, up straight. Up and over and he found his hole, tight and small, and he eased himself down. My cock was between his ass cheeks. He lowered himself gently, my cock at his hole. "Uhhhhh." He grunted, his face a contorted mass of... what? Ecstasy? Pain? Fear? Surprise? He groaned again. "Uhhhh." "Sam?" I wanted to be inside of him. I did want it so bad but... "Uhhh." And he was all the way down. I was in him, tight. And his muscle was spasming around my cock. Tighter than any pussy. Tight as fuck. He stayed there on my thigh, my hard cock in him. He was hard too. His face was still contorted but he wasn't moving, wasn't getting off. I had no idea what he was feeling or thinking or even if he could think. I reached up and put my hand on his junior unit and he roughly pushed it away and covered himself. "Aahhhh." A tortured whimper escaped from him. "Get off, Sam. I'm hurting you!" I said, reaching down to try to lift him off with my slippery lube covered hands. "No Tyler! No, no, no, no." He cried out. "No, no, no, no!" He began to rock back and forth on my dick. His face changed, to suprise and wonder. He rocked back and forth and grabbed his own dick. Little whimpers and moans escaped from his mouth. He fapped himself furiously as he moved his tight ass on my dick. He kind of crouched forward and began to move up an down. I reached up and tried to grab him there, to stroke him but he pushed me away again. Only he could pleasure himself the way he needed it to be. And I was still burning. So hot. His tight ass around my cock. I grunted, too. God, it felt so good. He threw his head back and stopped moving. His whole body got tense, rigid and board like. He began to seize. Not a tremor, not a shiver. A seizure. He stopped breathing. He grasped his little cock so hard that I thought it would turn blue. It went on and on, a full minute at least. Then he kind of flopped over on my chest, spent, a guttural groan escaping. I pulled my cock out of his tiny little ass to stroke it out myself. He looked up in alarm and started grabbing for it. "Nooo, nooo, noo!" "You want me to fuck you?" Wide eyed and shaking he said, "Fuck me, Tyler." I pushed it back in and he sighed. Still tight. His small body on mine. He whimpered and grunted as I moved my dick in and out of his slick little hole. "Oh yeah! Oh yeah!" He called out. I couldn't last. I couldn't hold out. But Sam was hard and he sat back on my dick and went to work on his cock again as he rode me. He hadn't rested from his last orgasm and he was demanding more. Demanding another. He rode me and I held his firm lean body as the pressure began to build, the volcano ready to blow. But he beat me to it. He orgasmed again. And I couldn't help it. I unloaded in his ass. He cuddled up beside me and began to softly cry. I ran my fingers through his sun bleached golden hair as he did. I held his body close to mine. I let him feel what he was feeling in silence. He looked up at me. "Tyler? A million, gazillion times. Promise? A million, gazillion times." "Absolutely." I said. "Tyler?" He said, sitting up and looking me intently in the eye. "Is it okay if I love you?" I smiled. "Absolutely. Because I love you." "Tyler?" "Yes, Sam." He got up again and got in front of my face. "I don't want you doing anything with girls anymore. Just me, okay?" I took him by the back of the neck and moved him closer and we kissed.