Subject: Every Man Needs a Boy 20 Every Man Needs a Boy Book 2 Boys Need Boys by Encolpius AUTHOR’S NOTE: Thank you to SkyBorn for proofreading and editing. If youare a Nifty writer, I recommend his assistance highly. You can contact him at [email protected] Feedback is welcome! Write to ail Donate to Nifty!!!! Be a good guy! ELEVEN “We have to PCS,” Coop said. “What does that mean?” “Permanent Change of Station. My dad got orders,” Coop said. “We’re moving. Nellis.” I looked around, dumbfounded. “Where is that?” “Las Vegas, Nevada.” “Well, wow. You’ll like Vegas, huh?” He shrugged. He wasn’t any happier than I was. It was like somebody had kicked me in the balls. It was that painful. As much as I told myself that we were just fucking around and he wasn’t my boyfriend, he was my boyfriend. It was fucked up, too, because he kept saying how he wasn’t gay. But, you know, sucking somebody’s dick and swallowing is kind of gay. You know. So, I don’t know what the fuck would have happened after school started, high school, with a bunch of girls around, whether he would have dropped me for them or not. I guessed I would never know and I was able to tell myself we would have been boyfriends forever if he just hadn’t moved. I knew I would never forget him though. The first dick I sucked. The first dick in my ass. Not the last though. Sex was way too much fun for it to be the last. It’s fucked up how people talk about it. I didn’t lose my virginity to him. I didn’t lose shit. Why be a fucking virgin when you can fuck? He didn’t take my virginity. I didn’t fucking want it. Neither did he. Our dicks were finally functional and we wanted to use them. But I was sad. I wanted him to stay. I wanted to keep going. Even if he dumped me for some piece of pussy, I still wanted him to stay and for us to go on as long as we could. I was in love with him. Totally fucked up. We had a tournament in Chattanooga. Our last one for the summer. My dad and Cooper’s dad went and we tried to convince them to let us share a room and the two of them have their own. My dad was a little skeptical, but he was willing. Coop’s dad wasn’t. Teenage boys needed constant supervision to prevent rambunctiousness. We made a million promises. Lights out at eleven, stay in the room, no horseplay, no silliness. Finally, they gave in. I got to spend the night with him again. Two double beds in the room. We had to be sure that both were messed up and looked like somebody had slept in them. Sam and Coach were staying there, too. Sam hung out with us until lights out. Then both our dads reminded us that we were to go to bed, not be out running in the halls or making a bunch of noise. We promised, hands on our hearts, hope to die. We would stay in the room and not make too much noise. I loved holding his hard dick. It was the best. A dick is the most beautiful part of a guy and every part of a guy is beautiful. Guys are totally, totally sexy. I loved his cock. His black pubes. He’d started shaving his balls so I wouldn’t have to spit out the fine curlies. And twice a week he would shave the bit of hair across his lip and on his chin. He was incredibly proud of that. I had no hope of facial diyarbakır escort hair. Would he suck me? He had that one time, and then one more time since. I wanted him to do it again. I absolutely did. But I also wanted his. He was stronger than me and he wrestled me down onto the bed. I was naked and hard. I hadn’t shaved in a while so my pubes had started coming back in. We wrestled until he was on top of me, holding me down. “You want my fatty, don’tcha?” he asked, sneering. He was like that sometimes. I knew it was just a game. “Yeah. I do,” I said. “I should fuck your mouth. You can take it, cocksucker.” I grinned. Yeah, I could take it. I did take it, too. He shoved it in my mouth and I tasted his flesh, smelled his smell. I grabbed his nuts and I licked and sucked on his fat tool. I was so hard. I was loving it. I wanted it so bad. His cock head was at my lips but I kept them closed. He was playing so I was playing, too. His dick was there but he couldn’t push it in. He dick slapped me but I kept my mouth closed tight. Then I stuck out my tongue and licked it, like a lizard, tongue out, then back in, really quick. A little lick, under the head, right at the piss slit. Then, like a lizard, I gulped and grabbed my prey with my lips. “Suck that dick!” he commanded. I did, too. I gave the head a big smacking kiss. Then I let him drive it down my throat. All the way. My nose in his pubes. I massaged his nuts. I wanted to rub his ass hole but didn’t. I did rub his taint, though, his hairy bridge from the nuts to the pucker. His dick twitched and he pulled out ready to ram it down my throat again. He started face fucking me, hard and urgent. Like he wanted to cream down my gullet, but I knew he really wanted to leave it in my ass. When he slowed down I grabbed his hips and held him off. “You want to fuck me?” I asked. Our eyes met. He had a crazed, mean look on his face. “Yeah!” Squatting over me, he fucked me doggy style. He wasn’t gentle or kind. He pushed it in me, rough and hard, no prep. We weren’t next door to our dad’s so we didn’t have to be super quiet but we tried not to be loud either. But I did moan and grunt as he pushed it in, fucking hard. He fucked me so hard that I came, right there, just from being fucked. Not that he stopped. He pounded me hard and furiously until he came, too, dropping his load in my ass, his cum leaking out of me. Just the way I wanted it. *** On Saturday, we lost the first game 4-3. In the second game, we were scoreless in the top of the ninth. Jared, our first baseman, had just missed a home run when his long fly ball bounced off the fence and back into the field of play. If it had been me, I would have made it to third base because I was really fast and because the center fielder didn’t handle the bounce well, but Jared was big and slow. He barely beat the throw to second. It was one on and nobody out. The runner in scoring position. Well, technically. But Jared wasn’t going to score from second on a single. He was too slow. I was the lead off batter and I was on deck when Jared got his hit. At the plate, I looked over to my dad, the third base coach. He gave some dummy signs and then touched düzce escort the brim of his hat. The next sign was live. His right pointer finger went to the right side of his nose. He wanted me to bunt down the first base side. A sacrifice bunt. The pitcher delivered and I squared around and bunted the ball between the pitcher’s mound and first base. It wasn’t a perfect bunt. It was too far into the infield and too hard. I was legging it to first base and Jared was chugging to third. Then the pitcher made a mistake. He picked the ball up and looked toward third and hesitated for a half second before tossing it to first. I beat the toss by half a step. The pitcher wasn’t really holding me. He had already thrown two stikes and his third pitch had just blown by the batter. Strike Three. I took off. The catcher bobbled the throw and was smart enough not to attempt it. I stole second base. With that, they walked Sam intentionally to set up a forced out at every base and possibly a double play. Coop was batting clean up. He took a home run cut for strike one. Then he looked at two balls. He was out in front of the 2-1 pitch and drove it long, but foul. I was on second and I saw the catcher wiggle his fingers down at his crotch. I wished I could signal Coop. They weren’t hiding their signs, but we hadn’t worked out a way to steal signs either. It was 50/50. Coop was an aggressive batter and they were betting on using his aggression against him with the change up. The pitcher threw from the stretch and Coop got everything on it and then some, slapping it with the sweet part of the bat. I knew it was gone immediately but still turned and watched it clear the center field fence by a good fifteen to twenty feet. A ninth inning grand slam! We all trotted in and won 4-0. *** The first night, Coop had been really aggressive. Almost mean. The second night was the opposite. He was really quiet. He was going to be moving the next weekend and this might be our last time together. We might get some hot action between now and then, but this was probably the last time we would have any time alone. He was quiet, but he was horny. He had his hands all over me. We were showering together, naked in a tub, the hot water hitting us, being sexy and young and horny. “You’re not a little kid anymore. You shot up this summer,” he said. “Turned sexy.” I smiled a little. I liked that he thought I was sexy but it hurt a little, too, since this was coming to an end. I had always thought he was sexy. I soaped up his powerful back and lovingly rubbed my soapy hands over his firm ass. He did the same for me. It was perfect and I wished we could just fuck right then and there. But as horny and as hard as we were, we had to go eat and act like regular straight kids, not lovers. It was tough. We went to Olive Garden and I tore into the Tour of Italy. Bread sticks and salad, too. We were all starving but I was starving for cock, more. That was the meal I truly wanted. A thick stiff tube of flesh pounding into my body. But we talked and rehashed the games. Talked about the teams we were playing tomorrow. Normal ordinary teenage jock stuff. But all three of us boys and one of the men had a different agenda edirne escort in mind: sex. And say what you want, but sex is even better than baseball. Eventually, we were alone. Alone and naked. Alone, naked and horny. He had his hands on me, hovering above me. I was naked and hard, anticipating. Burning. I wanted at his stiff, hard dick and I made a little grab for it, but he backed away, being playful. “No,” he said. “You get it when I say you get it.” Crouched between my legs, he took first one nut and then the other in his mouth and sucked on it. I sighed. I wanted that. He played with my balls as my dick twitched in anticipation. I was hoping he would suck it. Then he ran his tongue all the way up my hard shaft. Rough and strong. All the way. Then he went down on me. Almost all the way down. “Oh yeah, Coop. That feels so good.” I said. He sucked it, bobbing up and down on it, tugging at my balls. I could see the lines and grooves of his shoulder and back muscles as he worked my cock. I drank in the sight. Perfection was devouring my dick like he was starving for cock. It felt so good. So good and so perfect. I wanted it to last forever. But nothing lasts forever and Cooper was a greedy lover. Soon, I had his erection in my face, pointing at me, angry and hard. I opened up and took him in. He just threw his head back and sighed as I slid down his shaft. I smelled sweet soap on him as I pushed my mouth back and forth on that hard dick. “Let’s 69,” he said. Laying foot to head, we were easily able to get at each other. I loved sucking his dick. It was great. Hard and stiff, I pointed it toward my mouth and gobbled it up. But his wet mouth on mine was a totally cool sensation, too. Beyond cool. It felt so good. He sucked and rubbed as I did him and I did him the way I knew he liked. Sucking and rubbing and tending to his balls. I grunted and he moaned from the oral service. It felt so good. “I want to fuck you,” he said. It wasn’t insistent. He was asking. I had no problems giving it up. Laying on my side, my top leg well in front of my bottom leg, he got close up against me and pushed his dick into my ass slowly. Slowly and gently. He held me tightly as he pushed it in. He fucked me slowly and sensually, rhythmic strokes but slow and steady. He had me in a tight bear hug. “I love doing this,” he said. And I loved him doing it. More than I can say. I wanted to be fucked. And slowly, ever so slowly, he did. I reached down and rubbed my own hard dick, but not for long. Coop reached around and took over, pleasuring me with his hand while his dick stimulated my hole. Slow and rhythmic, but then a bit faster and more urgent. We didn’t talk. I moaned a bit and he grunted. I knew he was lost in his pleasure and his thoughts just as I was. Lost in my wish that this could keep going on. Harder and faster. Still more urgent. He fapped me with the same urgency as he fucked me. Soon I was feeling it, needing release. When his hand slipped away, mine replaced it. I stroked myself as he slid in and out of my hole. “Oh fuck,” he said. “Mmmm,” I groaned. Then I came. “Oh fuck!” I felt him unload in my ass. It was afterwards that we kissed. Slow and sensual and prolonged. Only the second time. But we kissed and we fell asleep in each others arms. And then, in the night, as he woke and stirred, I woke up, too. And he fucked me again. We were whipped the next day and neither of us played well. But it was worth it.