Date: Thu, 22 Jul 2021 23:38:02 +0000 From: encolpius1 Subject: Every Man Needs a Boy Part 9 EVERY MAN NEEDS A BOY By Encolpius AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the final part of this stroy. But we are working on a swquel to be entitled "Boys Need Boys" and it will probably will be ready for posting in a couple of weeks, most likely in the gay/young friennds section. As a separate matter, thank you to SkyBorn for proofreading/editing. If you are a Niftywriter, I recommend his assistance highly. Feedback is appreciated! Write to encolpius1@protonmail.com DONATE! DONATE! DONATE! NINE Sam loved the rocket garden at the Kennedy Space Center. It was a special trip just before school started, here and the beach. He was almost bouncing as he explained which rocket was which. He had huge eyes as we went to the exhibit with the Space Shuttle Atlantis suspended up in the air. They gave a fifteen minute lecture and he hung on every word. They had a crew evacuation simulator, basically a slide, that Sam flew down. He did every kid thing there was to do, every simulation, every game. He was deliriously happy. We stood in line in the heat and humidity of a Florida summer to be driven to the Saturn V Center. Sam told me all about the Saturn V as we waited. He knew enough to be the tour guide. But when we got there all he could say when he saw the rocket hanging up there was "Wow". He walked slowly under it, looking at everything he could see. We saw the old Launch Control and a count down and the original Mission Control for the Mercury flights. Finally, there was an IMAX 3D movie. He had trouble settling down that night, still too excited, but he finally did, cuddled up next to me in the bed. As much as I adored making love to him, just the cuddling was great. In a short time he had become my whole life, my everything. I stroked his sun bleached white hair as he slept soundly. The next day was the beach. Afterwards he was too sunburned for any naked fun. When we got home, it was time for him to get ready for the fifth grade. I took him to Kohls' to try on clothes and he was a little skittish. He was used to Goodwill. It cost more at Kohls' but there was a sale, even though I knew that they marked things up just to cut the price. We got him plenty of clothes. I wanted him to be like all the other kids. After all, he was the love of my life. Jace's mom agreed to look out for him after school until I got off. It was a good arrangement. Jace had an after school playmate and Sam had a female adult to be the mother figure in his life, even though he seemed perfectly happy in a purely masculine world. In October, Jim brought Jace and his older brother, Tristan, around and we watched the opening game of the World Series. "Who are we for, Tyler?" Sam asked. "Who are you for?" He thought about it and grinned. "You first." "I guess Detroit. They're the underdogs and it's been, what, 30 years since they won a pennant. And I kind of like Jim Leyland as a manager. So, who are you for?" Sam looked at Jace and they both laughed. "National League!" They shouted in unison. They stayed up later than they should have. I honestly don't know why the games don't start earlier so kids can watch them. But Justin Verlander only lasted 4 innings and the Tigers were beat before the 10 o'clock hour. On Thursday, Sam and I stayed up to watch. San Francisco scored one in the 7th and one in the 8th to win 2-0. Game three was in Detroit and the only scoring came on a one out triple in the second with the runner being brought home. "I remember somebody else that hit an RBI triple and got brought home in the championship game." I said, goosing Sam in the ribs as he sat sharing my recliner. He erupted in peals of laughter. On Sunday, he taunted me with how the Giants were going to sweep the Tigers. I suspected he was right and he was. The Giants took it in four games. Sam was a desperately sleepy little boy when we finally went to bed. He was groggy and cranky when I woke him for school the next morning. But when we picked up Jace, they were excited about the Giants sweeping the Tigers, as if I were some sort of lifelong Tigers fan. However, when we got home that night he was running out of steam. After dinner, full and exhausted, he decided to crash early. By then, though, I was super horny. It had been three days since I had dropped a load and I needed some relief. I was restless and having trouble sleeping. I tried to roll over on my back and take care of myself but when I shifted Sam shifted, too. He was laying on my right shoulder, a hand on my chest and a leg draped over my thigh. I reached over to stroke myself with my left hand, carefully, slowly, trying not to wake him. I didn't succeed. "Tyler?" He said, in a groggy far away voice. "Yeah, baby." I whispered. "What are you doing?" I told him nothing but he wasn't satisfied. "Are you playing with your dick?" "Well, yeah. I'm horny." "No." He said. "No?" "It's mine." Sam said, his grin obvious in the pale light. "It is?" "Yeah." He said, a bit triumphantly. He scooted down and I felt the warm wetness of his mouth on my cock. It was delicious. It felt wonderful. He was a better cock sucker than he used to be and he has learned how I like it. How, exactly, do you praise an elementary school boy for his fellatio skills? He licked it and he took it down as well as he could. He tugged at my balls. "Mmmm." I moaned. In the dim light, I could see him looking up and smiling. "You like it?" "Oh yeah." I said. "Yeah." He stroked his own little hard cocklet, his boyhood pride. But he demanded nothing from me. Just that I lay back and let him worship my cock. That he be the one that gave me the pleasure. And I let him. He licked and he sucked and he stroked himself, his swollen little prick. He rubbed his hand up and down my spit stained pole, slick and hard, as he sucked on the head, his tongue flicking and active. My God it felt good. It felt perfect. I squeezed my nipples. I was thinking delicious, evil, dirty thoughts as he did me, as the pleasure and the sensation built. Of throwing him over and ravishing him. But inertia kept me down as pleasure swept over me, as he brought me a bit closer. The horniness was rising. The need was rising. He looked up. "You can if you want." "What?" "You can if you want." He said again. It was as if he was reading my mind. I bodily lifted him from between my legs, rough, and plopped him on the bed. I wanted him so bad. He jumped up and got on his hands and knees, his perfect little ass in the air. I grabbed the Astroglide and slathered his ass. He wanted some for his hand. I put some on my dick. I pushed his neck down and I entered his sweet, tight ass. It spasmed around my thick cock but I pushed it in. "Uhhh." He cried, not in pain. In perfect pleasure. I fucked him. Not hard and rough but not gentle either. He always wanted me to know that he was a boy, not a girl and he was rough and tough. Even like this, buried under my weight, taking it in the ass, he remained a perfect example of boyhood. My perfect erotic dream. He fapped his own dick, moaning and lost in his own pleasure, having taken from me what he wanted and given me what I desired. He shook and shivered and I knew. It set me off. I rammed it in again, one last time and unloaded, spent and done, in his ass. The horniness melted away. The pleasure swept over me and drained away and I was satisfied. In the early morning stillness we snuggled back down, him and me, cuddled up. He was still hard. I played with it idly. "Did you cum?" I asked him. "Uh huh." He answered burrowing closer to me. He sat up a little and talked about the World Series games and his season and that first day when he met me. "I knew you were mean to me because you liked me." He said. "I was mean to you?" "Uh huh." He said. "But you liked me. You know you did." "I guess you know me better than I know myself." I said, reflecting. It was how young adolescents act. "Mmm Hmm." He said. "And I liked you. A whole lot." "And I am totally grateful that you did and you do." "I wish we could play baseball all the time." Sam said. "We can." I said, resting my hand on his hard crotch. "All we need is a bat and some balls." He giggled. "You're nasty!" I kissed him on his forehead and we settled off to sleep, unconcerned with the future.