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Subject: Every Man Needs a Boy 7 EVERY MAN NEEDS A BOY By Encolpius AUTHOR’S NOTE: Thanks again to my collaborator Gacha_Blue and my proof reader/editor SkyBorn. Feedback is appreciated! Write to encolpius1@ ail DONATE! DONATE! DONATE! SEVEN We only had two more regular season games to go and we already had a lock on the playoffs. Sam pitched our last game. His last time in the regular season, going the distance, striking out seven, walking one and giving up two hits. It wasn’t a perfect game, by definition, but the kid did a hell of a job. The pitch count rules for Little League are brutal and we were up against it. Jim, our pitching coach, said Sam bailed us out of a pitch count jam. Now, his kid Jace, Sam’s little red headed best friend, will pitch game one of the playoffs and Sam game two. I was making dinner on Thursday, mostly heating up a frozen dinner in the microwave and making a salad, when the doorbell rang. When I opened the door a middle aged black woman, trim and dressed professionally, was standing there with Sam. My heart sank when I saw Sam’s face. He had a look of fear and uncertainty. I hoped to God he hadn’t said anything about… about us. She confirmed my identity and asked if they could come in. She and Sam went to the couch and I went to the recliner. I was sitting on the edge of the seat, hoping against hope that something terrible wasn’t about to happen. “We had to take Sam from his current foster arrangement. I just made an inspection and it is not a clean and safe environment for a child. We will likely be revoking their foster parent’s license.” She said. I agreed it wasn’t a clean environment but Sam was a very clean and tidy kid. “Unfortunately, we don’t have a good emergency placement for Sam. There are no other foster families available right now and the only group home is in a different county. I understand that Sam is playing Little League and has friends here so I don’t want to unsettle his life anymore than necessary. Which is why we came here, sir.” “You want me to take Sam?” I asked, almost baffled. Sam looked at me with large and pleading eyes. “In a word, yes. He has an attachment to you. He suggested that I try you first. I did a preliminary background check on you and found that you’ve already passed a national background screening. This will be an emergency placement for just 72 hours. Unless, you want to apply for foster parent training and keep him permanently. Or perhaps even adopt.” “I only have a one bedroom apartment.” I said. “There is a two bedroom available in the building. I checked.” “Of course I’ll take Sam! 72 hours, 72 months, whatever he needs.” “Good.” She said with a smile. She pulled out a brochure and some paperwork from her briefcase and handed them to me. “Foster parent training begins next week. You’ll be perfect. His mother has surrendered parental rights. Adoption would be easy to accomplish if you decide that is what you want.” And that’s how I inherited a boy. As soon as she left, Sam was all over me. He climbed up on my lap and started kissing me. I admit I got hard but I stopped him. “Sam, this is important.” I said. “I love you. I want what’s best for you. You never, ever have to feel like you owe me anything sexually or that you ever have to do anything you don’t want to do.” He looked like I had stabbed him. “But Tyler… But… ” “But if you want to, you can sleep in my bed and do whatever you want to anytime.” He grinned and kissed me again. What he wanted to do right then was cuddle as he talked excitedly about all the fun things we would do. We would shoot off rockets and go to baseball games and football games and camping and fishing and hiking and watching Star Wars and Narnia and life would be grand. In his nine year old mind, I wouldn’t have to work and I could just be his best friend with a driver’s license and a credit card. And his boyfriend, too. He leaned up and whispered in my ear that I could do that thing with his butt. That made me hard. When we got ready for bed I asked him if he wanted to wear his sleeping shirt since he was dressed in it. He elazığ escort grinned and shook his head No. He peeled it off and I got to see his perfect little boy body, lean and thin, every rib showing, boyhood muscles straining. “Do you want to wear your underwear?” I asked. He grinned and shook his head, “No.” When he peeled off his briefs, cartoon super heroes, his little cock was standing straight up. Straight damn up. There was no way for a dick to be harder than his was. Goddamn, it looked good. I don’t know how a boy that young can be so erotic, so beautiful, so sexy, but Sam was. And effortlessly, too. He jumped on the bed and bounced up and down like it was a trampoline before collapsing and pulling at my boxer briefs to get my swollen cock out. He sat back, crouched on his knees, his ankles under his perfect ass, naked and hard, laughing after I got my underwear off. “Little Tyler wants to play!” Sam giggled. He reached out and took my big full balls in his junior sized hands. He smiled as he played with them. “So big!” “I think your balls are really nice, too.” I said. That’s a sentence I never thought I’d say. He pushed his cock to the side and held up his balls, examining them. “They are perfect because they are mine!” He paused and looked up into my eyes. “Tyler?” “Yeah?” “I won’t say this around anybody, not ever, but I really, really, really love you.” I almost cried. “It’s okay to say it. I love you, too.” I expected him to smile but he didn’t. “I know why you were mean to me at first. It’s because you thought I was special.” “You are special, Sam!” “Yeah, but YOU thought I was special.” He said, banging his little fist on my chest. “You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” I said, as much to myself as to him. I put my hands on his hairless thighs. “We don’t have to do sex stuff, you know. I’m going to love you either way.” He looked at me like I was crazy. “Yeah, we do! Tyler, we do! It’s fun and I like it and, and, and, you’re grumpy when you don’t. You can be mean. You’re not mean, but you can be mean. But I know how to make you not mean and it’s fun! And we have to. We’re boyfriends and we have to!” He was grinning as I cupped his hard cock and balls. He leaned back, resting on his hands, waiting for me to give him pleasure. He laughed at me for being so serious. I wanted to touch him. Not just his crotch, but all over. Anywhere on the smooth hairless velvet of his skin. His ticklish spots. His private spots. He scooted up, demanding to be sucked. And I gobbled him up and played with his butt hole at the same time. “Mmm Hmmm.” Sam said in a purr. “You like my butt!” “I do. A lot.” “I like it when you do that. You can do that more!” His glorious ass. His beautiful ass. Round and perfect. Tight as fuck. God, everything about him was perfect. He touched my quivering cock, still hard and straining. He smiled. He touched it tentatively, lightly. He ran his finger up the piss vein lightly and up over the head. It drove me crazy with desire. With need. He smiled. He put his little hand on it, wrapped around tight, and tugged. He giggled as he studied my reaction. “I can do what I want to you, huh Tyler! Say it, Tyler. Say ‘Sam can do whatever he wants to me’. Say it!” “Sam can do whatever he wants to me.” I said. “I like it when you touch me there.” He said, pointing his boyhood toward me. “And your poopy butt?” He nodded eagerly. He licked his finger and reached under himself to get a finger up in there. “I’ve been putting a finger in my own butt. You know why?” I smiled and played along. “Why is that?” He looked at me like I was slow. “Because it feels good.” “Can I tell you a secret?” I asked. “It feels good to me when I put my dick in there.” He giggled hard. “When you fuck me?” “When I fuck you.” I said as he erupted into laughter. He wanted to wrestle. To wrestle naked. Peals of belly laughter as I lifted him up and slammed him on the mattress and he clambered right back up to get on top of me and declared me ‘pinned’. Then he suddenly covered himself up down elvankent escort there, his hands on his crotch and he told me “No”. Surprised, I asked ‘why’, only for him to do the peekaboo thing and show me his hard on again. That led to more wrestling. I tickled him. That was a mistake. He retaliated like a tickling machine, reaching in to tickle me no matter how much I grabbed his hands and pushed them away. He finally came to rest on top of me, laying down, his small dick pressed against my hard, larger one. He was looking at me intently, an open look on his face, contented and happy. I put my hands on his ass cheeks and squeezed them. He smiled. I worked a finger in and massaged the outside of his hole, which twitched as I did it. “Lick my butt!” he said. I looked at him. “You think I won’t?” He shook his head and smiled devilishly. “Lick my butt!” I put him down on the bed, flat on his back and lifted his legs up and back, rolling up his butt. I’ve seen porn where guys do this to chicks they are about to butt fuck and I know that gay guys do it, too. But I never had before. In fact, until I fucked Sam, I had never fucked anybody in the ass. He was tight and perfect and I was game. I got in between his ass cheeks with my face, pulling them wide apart. I took my tongue and worked it into his hole. It had a surprisingly metallic taste to it. He sighed. “That’s gross!” he said. “Want me to stop?” “Noooo!” He said in protest. I rimmed him again. My tongue in the ass of a nine year old boy. A nine year old boy that was masturbating himself. He didn’t so much stroke it or rub it as grasp the head in his small hand and tug away rapid fire. I reached up and cupped his peanut balls and little tool with my thumb and forefinger. He kept jacking and sighed heavily as I rimmed him even more. When I shoved a lubed finger up in there, he cried out a little and doubled down on the stroking. I was so hard and I knew I was going to fuck him. This kid, I thought, was going to demand my cock up in there. I finger fucked him as I licked and worked my tongue in, too. He jacked away and groaned. I had his legs pushed back, bent at the knees and his ass rolled up. I leaned forward to watch the expressions on his face. His eyes were squeezed tightly shut totally focused on pleasuring himself. As I was leaning closer he opened his eyes to see what I was doing. Then his eyes got really big and he started wriggling out of my grasp. He pressed his legs against my hands and pushed himself back, then twisted around and wrenched himself away. I was surprised at his strength. But I was also surprised that he pulled away. I thought he was enjoying it. He sat up on the bed with his knees tucked up underneath him and his little cocklet pointing up and a shocked look on his face. “I’m not going to kiss you with a butt stinky mouth, Tyler!” He said firmly. He had misunderstood why I was leaning into his face. But I went with it. “You’re not?” “I want to see that.” He said. I must have looked quizzical because he grabbed himself and pointed. “That!” I laughed and rolled over and got into a sitting position with my legs splayed apart. He dived between them to get to my hard on. He was grinning as he grabbed it and took it into his mouth. Resting on my elbows, I held my head back and sighed. It felt good. I loved that he pleasured me. Loved that he wanted to. He sucked on it and I just drank it in. But then he stopped and looked up at me. “What does it taste like?” He asked. “What?” “Cum” I thought for a minute. “I don’t know. I’ve never tasted it.” “Never ever? You’ve never done it with a big kid?” “Until now, just with women. I can tell you what pussy tastes like.” “Yuck.” He said. “Why not?” I shrugged. It was a simple question, just childish curiosity, but heavy with meaning. “I guess, until now, I didn’t want to. Then I met you and everything changed. You’re special.” He nodded like he accepted that answer. I guess nine year old boys are easily accepting of their specialness, their unique role at the center of the universe. eryaman escort I guess at that age it’s hard to imagine that other people have lives separate and apart from yours. Still sitting between my legs on his knees, he bent over to suck on my rigid tool again as he tugged on his own. I just sighed. “Tyler?” “Yeah.” I answered. “It didn’t hurt. Last time. You know. When you did that thing. It didn’t hurt. It felt good.” “Do you want me to do it again?” He shrugged. A big childish shrug. It could mean anything. I told him we didn’t have to and he nodded. He seemed relieved though, despite saying that it hadn’t hurt. He went back to sucking on my cock. He licked at it then took it in his mouth. He stroked it. He was becoming a very skilled little cock sucker. He couldn’t take me balls deep, down to the root, but I got more down his gullet than before as he was losing his gag reflex. I reached down and tugged my balls underneath his sucking mouth, drawing out the pleasure. He was stroking himself and groaning. “I want to suck you Sam.” I said, gently lifting him up. “No, Tyler.” He said, looking cross. “I told you. I am the boss of you. You can be the boss of me all the time but when we do sex stuff, I am the boss of you. I want to taste it.” “My cum?” “Uh huh.” I let him go back at it. Sucking and stroking, licking and tugging. He bobbed up and down and stroked as he did. My nuts were tightening. I was feeling it. He stroked and sucked, almost mechanically, like he was milking a cow. He seemed desperate to drink that rich cream. And the action was having the right effect. I was getting closer and closer. I groaned loudly and was beginning to lose control. “Oh God.” I said. It was building. I knew it was happening. I was getting so close. Then I hit the point of no return. If he kept sucking, he was going to get it. Get it in all it’s glory. “I’m gonna to cum.” I said, breathlessly. He didn’t stop. He was serious. I let out a loud guttural groan as the orgasm swept over me. I unloaded spurt after spurt of thick hot jizz into his mouth. I was breathing hard, spent. He came off my dick and smacked his lips. Then he laughed hard, holding his sides and falling onto the bed. “Well?” I asked. He shrugged. I looked at him. “Salty, I guess.” He said. “Not gross. Well, kinda gross. Not butt licking gross.” “You gonna be my little cum eater?” “Nah.” He said, his head cocked sideways like he was considering it. It was well into the night. The wee, small hours, dark and quiet and still. Sam was cuddled up next to me, naked, as we spooned. He was shifting around, restless, and it woke me up from a dream. It took me a second to reorient myself. I sort of shifted, too. “Tyler?” “Yeah.” “Fuck me.” He said in that thin high pitched voice, a boy’s voice though and not a girl’s. His butt was against my crotch. My dick was hard. I reached over to the nightstand and got a bottle of lube. I slathered some on my dick and then I put some in his hole. “Slow.” He said. For only the second time, I pushed my cock between his butt cheeks and up to his tight little hole. To his tight hole and then through it. Up into him, a steady penetration. He grunted when I penetrated and moaned as I pushed my way in. My God he was tight. So fucking tight. Far tighter than pussy, almost too tight. He was breathing heavy. He started stroking himself as I moved inside of him. I had been barely awake and now I was sodomizing a boy at his demand. I moved back and forth and bucked my hips, pushing myself into him. As he jacked himself, I realized that I had gotten off but he hadn’t. “Oh yeah!” He called out. “Tyler! Fuck me!” I kept a steady stroke but got faster and harder. He jacked himself as I did. I moved and he stroked. He stroked himself furiously, his little hand pounding his little cock. “Uhh, uhhh, uhhhh” he whimpered. “Yeah, baby.” I said. “Mmmmmm” He cried out, almost in pain. He was having trouble breathing. I could tell. His muscles were tight. He pounded his cock but then he lost control of that. Board like and rigid, only a strangled cry came out of his mouth. Then his whole body relaxed. “I like it when you orgasm.” I whispered in his ear. We went back to sleep, my hard dick still in his ass. I couldn’t have imagined that he felt such a need to get off, but he did. He was nothing but amazing.

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