Subject: Every Man Needs a Boy 16 SEVEN Travel ball was a lot of fun. Two weekends a month, we went to tournaments. A double header on Saturday and a double header on Sunday. Basically we played twenty games between the end of school and the beginning of the next school year. Five weekends. A lot of travel ball teams never practiced. We did. Coach Tyler insisted. Basically it was the same infield as our middle school team. Jared’s dad sponsored our Little League team the first year Sam played and now he was helping with our travel ball team. Jared split time at first base and as catcher. Sam was our short stop but he pitched, too. Coop was at third base and I was at second, but sometimes another kid took my place and I moved over and took the short stop position when Sam was pitching. The rest of the players were guys that we had played against in middle school but invited to join us. It was a totally solid team. When we got to our first tourney, we were ready. We had memorized signs and we had practiced the hit and run, the squeeze play and a lot more. Yep, we were ready. Two doubleheaders. We swept one and split the other. It wasn’t far so we didn’t have to stay overnight. Coach drove the three of us, there and back in his crew cab, twice. Sam rode shotgun, with me and Coop in the back. On the trips home we all smelled pretty ripe but I liked it. We smelled like men. Me and Coop were sitting apart. We hadn’t talked about what happened. We hadn’t talked about anything for the last five days. The only time I’d seen him had been with Sam and he had acted like he didn’t want to be alone with me. He talked to Sam but he didn’t really talk to me. I have to admit it hurt my feelings. He was acting like I had done something wrong. But he was the one that kissed me. He was the one that took his dick out. And now him and me had a secret and Sam, Coach and me had a secret. Coach and Sam acted more like a father and son when they were around me now, but I knew the truth. I was really, really jealous of Sam. He found love before he was even looking for it. He found his man right off. All I had was this stinky 13 year old boy that backhanded ground balls, didn’t set his feet to throw and who acted like I didn’t exist. But he had beautiful eyes. And a musclely chest. A beautiful body. And… I’d do it again. Again and again and again. It was summer. No school. Long days. The first couple of days were exciting. Sleeping in. Fucking around, doing nothing. Then we settled in for the long break. This particular day Sam was busy, babysitting or something. My brother Tristan was being an asshole but he was going to work. Coop’s sister was over but she had to work, too. When they left, I was alone. Then there was a knock at the door. It was Coop. “Can I come in?” “Sure.” He came in but he was acting funny. Like he wanted something but didn’t want to say. We just kind of stood there instead of being normal and raiding the fridge and going for the video games. We just stood there, kind of looking at each other. He looked fine in those shorts and sleeveless shirt. “I don’t want things to be weird,” he said. “I’m not the one being weird,” I shot back. “No, I’m just saying that I don’t want things to be weird.” diyarbakır escort “Yeah, Coop,” I said, “I’m just saying that I’m not the one being weird. You didn’t have a problem when we were doing it.” “Fuck.” We stood there, silent for a second. I wasn’t backing down. I didn’t do anything wrong. He was acting like an asshole. Like he regretted it. It almost seemed like he looked down on me or something. “I don’t have a problem now, dumb ass,” he said. “It’s not like I want anybody to know what happened. But, fuck, I want it to happen again. I just didn’t know how to say it, fuck.” I looked at him like he was crazy. He had been acting distant and all but maybe I was the one being an ass and reading things into it that weren’t there. Sex is so fucking complicated. I didn’t know anymore. “You liked doing it, right?” he asked. “I mean, didn’t you like it?” “Yeah, I did,” I had to admit it. I did. He looked sheepish. “You wanna do it again?” “No. Not when you just come over wanting somebody to suck your dick. You got five fingers. Use them. You don’t get to treat me like shit, like I’m nothing and then just show up at my door because you’re horny and want me to get you off.” He looked crushed. For a half second I felt bad for unloading on him but then I remembered I was mad. “Yeah. I’m sorry for that. I just didn’t know what I thought about it. I mean, it felt incredibly good but, I don’t know, I was embarrassed because… you know, I was kind of really horny and… I didn’t… and you’re my friend but I’m not into boys, not like you are and that’s totally cool but I’m not, not the same way and… fuck, Jace! I don’t know.” “It was the first time I ever kissed anybody. First time I ever did anything,” I said. “Yeah,” he said, staring at the ground. He wasn’t admitting it but I knew it was probably his first time, too. Maybe not his first time kissing but the first time getting blown. “We can do the first time over again, if you want, but you have to be nice afterwards. Not all fucking moody. I don’t expect to be your boyfriend. I’m just helping you out but you can’t treat me like shit afterwards and expect to come back for more. It don’t fucking work that way.” “Cool,” he said, his swagger back. “I understand.” I liked his swagger, I have to admit. I mean, Sam was a nice guy, Mr. Charisma, everybody’s friend. And Coop was an asshole, like he was all full of himself. But he wasn’t really full of himself. Not once you got to know him. We went to my bedroom. I carefully locked the door. I didn’t want anyone coming in unexpectedly even though everybody else was out. I couldn’t get caught doing this. He pulled off his shirt. God, he was sexy shirtless. I mean, we were all skinny, scrawny and shit but he had a really hot body. I pulled off my shirt. My body was more like a boy’s than a young man’s. And I felt all gangly and weird because my arms and legs were too long and my hands and feet were like super gargantuan. Just since the end of school, I’d had to get new shoes. I felt like I was a Transformer made out of spare parts. Not sexy at all. But I’d grown an inch since spring break. “Wow, Jace,” Coop said. “Hold your arms up.” He came up to me and looked. “Pit hair,” he grinned. düzce escort “Yeah,” I smiled. I was kind of proud. He took off his shorts and he had on black boxer briefs. He was already hard. There was a big bulge, a long thick tube of flesh. I was getting pretty hard, too. I got naked as he pulled down his briefs, freeing his thick cock. Thick and hard and standing straight up against his black pubes, his hairy balls hanging down, low. Naked. Both of us. I couldn’t help but think that he was the sexiest boy in the whole world. Totally sexy. Totally hot. He was so sexy and hot that I could forgive him for being an asshole. For being a dick. For having THAT dick, I forgave him. Seeing him naked and hard set my whole body on fire. I got between his legs and I licked his shaft from balls to tip. Then I grabbed it and put it in my mouth. “Oh, God, man,” he said, lolling his head. “Oh yeah!” I tried to get him down deep but I couldn’t, not without gagging. I loved his sweaty smell though. It was like his private odor and I was the only one besides him that knew what it smelled like. It smelled like boy, like testosterone and dried sweat and cum. I loved it. His hard dick in my mouth, me working it with my tongue. “Mmmm,” he moaned. I stroked it. My hand wrapped around his steel pole, stroking him as I sucked it. I grabbed his balls and tugged on them. He grunted and I knew he liked it. It was weird, but I really, really wanted him to like what I was doing. I felt powerful doing it. I wanted to touch his body all over. Run my hands across his hairy legs, massage his tight belly. So sexy, so perfect, so beautiful. Would he let me? Would he stop me? I had my hands on his thighs. I slowly moved them up, pressing gently along his hips, the sides of his firm round ass as I worked his cock with my mouth and tongue, sucking and licking. Up to his belly, firm and tight. He didn’t stop me. He grunted, a little grunt of satisfaction. My own cock was throbbing hard as I tended to his. God. His sexy muscles. His hard body. I moved my hands up to his chest. A pair of rounded square muscles. His nipples. I squeezed his chest like a boy would do a girl’s tits but instead of being squishy they were firm and hard. “Uhhh,” he grunted. Was it my tongue or my hand? Whichever, he liked it. I rubbed his nipples with my finger. “Ahhh,” It came out as a whimper. He liked his titties played with! I rubbed them harder and he whimpered again. He bucked his hips, trying to drive himself down my throat. I fought off gagging. He was breathing heavy. His balls were getting tight up against his body. He was feeling it. Loving it. He rubbed my hair as I blew him. I swirled my tongue around his cock head and sucked hard on his shaft. Then he held my head with both hands and forced me down. It was too much and I gagged hard, coming off it choking. But there was that steel rod right there in front of my face, long and hard and gorgeous. I couldn’t take my eyes off of it. I wanted more. My own cock was hard as I stroked it and I was feeling good, too. It was weird that sucking someone else’s dick could turn me on so much. But it did. I licked up the piss vein, my tongue out and my hand clamped on his balls. edirne escort “Oh fuck, Jace,” he said, almost in a whisper. I rubbed his balls and I sucked him. I rubbed that hairy spot between his balls and asshole. He was making these high pitched sounds and he started pumping his cock into my mouth again. I took it, my tongue hanging out, letting him work it. He held my head and he forced it down and I didn’t gag. I fought it. He was so close. “Oh God, I’m gonna cum!” I came off his dick. I didn’t want to swallow it. I did last time but I didn’t this time. I didn’t know why but I felt real self conscious about it. Like it made me seem too gay, I guess. But I came off of it. He took his perfect dick in his hand and he stroked it, a couple of hard, fast tugs, and it erupted spewing out silky white cum. “Wow!” he said. “That was great.” “Thanks. I’ll get you something to clean up with.” I wasn’t going to give him my cum rag, stashed under my mattress. I went to the bathroom to get a washcloth, my own hard dick standing straight. I tossed it to his still naked, still physically perfect self. Me standing there still horny and erect. “You need to be left alone to, you know?” he questioned, making the motion for jacking off. “Why would I be embarrassed?” I asked, motioning him to sit down on the bed. I grabbed my bottle of Lubriderm and squirted a glob in my hand, plopping down on the bed next to him. I was almost close enough to touch him, but not quite. Not quite. But I wanted to. I wanted to drape my leg over his and have him hold me. But what I really wanted was for him to reach over and take care of me. That would have been hotter than shit. The best. But he didn’t. So I went to work on myself. I replayed the last few minutes in my mind as I stroked. I peeked over and saw him watching me pleasure myself. It didn’t take much before I came. My cum was thin and watery instead of white and thick. But that was about the last time it was like that. I guess the sperm kicked in or something. I was definitely getting more hair down there. I was spent. He handed me the wash cloth and I used it to scoop up my spunk. My cum and his intermingling. We headed over to Sam’s after that. He was taking care of this little kid, like kindergarten age, so we just hung around his house. The kid was stoked to be hanging out with the big kids and would excitedly tell us all kinds of things. Although, we didn’t always know what he was talking about. We went outside and were throwing a football around, just bull shitting. We all had our shirts off because it was super hot and humid. Coop went and got a smaller Nerf ball and was teaching the kid how to throw and catch, kind of being a cool older brother. A side of him that people didn’t usually get to see. They just saw this conceited jock and thought that’s all there was. I saw him differently. “Can I ask you something stupid? Personal?” I asked Sam. “Dunno,” Sam said, shrugging. I kind of didn’t want to but I really wanted to know. “Do you blow Coach?” Sam kind of looked down, sheepish. He shrugged a little. “Yeah.” I exhaled. “Do you like doing it or do you like that he likes it?” Sam was still looking down. “I don’t know. I don’t know that it matters. I like being with Tyler. He makes me feel good and I make him feel good and it’s perfect.” “Okay,” I said. “Cool.” He looked up and looked toward Coop and the kid. Then he looked back at me. “It sucks to be with somebody and not be able to tell anybody,” Sam said.