Date: Sun, 05 Sep 2021 05:01:32 +0000 From: butters2020 Subject: Max's Bucket List, chapter two. Gay Young Friends It costs money to maintain Nifty. If you enjoy these stories, consider donating to help keep the site up and running. You can do it here: https://donate.nifty.org/ I enjoy getting feedback. If you like the story, feel free to email me at butters2020@protonmail.com. If you didn't like the story, I don't want to hear it, so email someone else. Max's Bucket List By Butters2020 Chapter Two D.C. to Chicago The boys were right about all the monuments. Yawn. They may as well be in school. Sheila asked each of them to keep a travel journal. Their first reaction was, Great, the day was already like school, let's add some homework to go with it. But when she said she was going to use their journals in her article for Family Travel Magazine and would pay them, that put a whole new spin on it. The memorials and monuments sucked, but The Smithsonian was fun. Sheila let them pick which museums they went to. They skipped the American History building and picked Air and Space and Natural History. While the boys were at the Air and Space museum Sheila went to the art museum. After seeing the Wright Brothers exhibit, Spirit of St. Louis, and the Apollo Spacecraft, they went to the Albert Einstein Planetarium. They reclined their seats as the room darkened. The domed ceiling filled with stars and planets as recorded narration described different constellations. After a minute Zan whispered, "Does it hurt?" Max looked over at Zan. "Does what hurt?" "Shaking hands with the milkman. You stopped breathing and make noises like someone punched you." Max looked at him, the same way he'd looked at him when he licked up all the milky stuff off his belly. "I wouldn't do it if it hurt. I do it because it feels fucking incredible." "But even your face got all scrunchy. Like you were punched." Max looked around. The room was a giant circle with breaks every twenty-five seats or so where an aisle created spokes in the giant wheel that made up the inside of the planetarium. Max was on one of the aisle seats. Zan was on one side of him but there was a space of several feet on the other side before the next section of seats started. It was dark, but not so dark that he couldn't be seen if anyone looked. And that thought made his dick hard. Until last week he never knew that being watched was such a turn on for him. He unzipped his fly and fished out his hardon. "What are you doing?" Zan said, forgetting to whisper. "Shhh!" the woman sitting on the other side of Zan shushed him. Max wished it was another boy next to Zan. He thought it was obvious what he was doing but he answered, anyway. "Paddling the pink canoe." He wouldn't have time for the long session he usually enjoyed. This was going to have to be a rush job. But it was going to be intense. Zan was staring at him, and any one of hundreds of other people could watch him if they happened to look his way. He never took his eyes off Zan while he stroked his cock. And Zan never took HIS eyes off what Max was doing. "You like looking at my dick, Zan." It was a statement, not a question. Max took Zan's hand and pulled it to his dick. He met no resistance. He placed the eleven-year-old's hands on his throbbing boner and covered it with his own and jacked his cock with Zan's hand. After half a minute Max took his hand away. Zan continued to stroke his cousin. His grip wasn't as tight as Max preferred. His pace wasn't as fast. But it was the first time someone else was masturbating him, which more than made up for it. It wasn't mutual masturbation, though, so it didn't count as a bucket list item. "Hold it tighter," Max whispered. Zan complied. "Yeah. Just like that." Max looked away from Zan and noticed a family across the aisle from him. The father was looking at him. Max wondered if he was going to be reported but then he noticed the man rub his crotch. He caught Max's eyes and licked his lips. Max held the man's gaze and put his finger in his mouth and pursed his lips. He slowly pulled his finger out of his mouth. The man looked at him hungrily. Max's dick throbbed in Zan's hand. "Go faster," Max whispered. He looked at the man who was watching Zan jack him off. Zan had had erections before but he had never felt them. There'd been no reason to. They always went away after a few minutes, or after he peed. But his weren't as big around or as long as Max's. Even though he'd never grabbed his boner, he knew that if he did, his hand would easily wrap around it. Not like the boner he was feeling now. It was bigger around than a garden hose and over four inches long. It also felt warm, almost hot. Even though it was harder than hard, the head was still soft. Every time Zan ran his hand over the ridge where the head met the shaft, the head kind of twitched or throbbed and Max made a tiny gasp like he really liked it. There was an armrest between their seats, making it awkward to stroke Max's boner and Zan's arm was getting tired but every time he slowed down or loosened his grip, Max whispered to him to speed up or squeeze him tighter, Zan sucked it up and followed orders. Max wasn't looking at him anymore but was looking off to the side. That was okay with Zan who busy staring at the dick he was playing with, anyway. And then Max was breathing hard and putting his hand on Zan's, directing his motion, and then he stopped jacking on the downstroke and just held his dick. He grunted and across the aisle a man made a noise, too. Then Max put his other hand over the head of his dick so his milky stuff wouldn't land on anyone else. Instead, some of it ran down Zan's hand. It was warm. Max used Zan's hand to slowly jack his dick some more, milking out more of the skim milk looking stuff. Max's left hand kept Zan's hand on his cock. Max licked the cum off his right hand, then pulled Zan's hand to his mouth. He watched the man across the aisle while he licked his sperm off his cousin's hand. When Zan's hand was covered with spit instead of cum, he put his dick away and lay back on his seat and watched a star going nova. "Doesn't hurt at all," he told Zan. ii The Greyhound bus wasn't nearly as much fun as the train had been. There were games and movies, but there was no dining car. There was no private roomette. And on this bus, there were no empty seats together. Sheila didn't care who she sat next to. It would be an opportunity to interview someone for her article. But she was worried about Max and Zan sharing seats with strangers. She asked several people if they'd mind moving so the boys could sit together, but no one was willing to move. Both boys assured her they'd be fine. The best she could hope for was that empty seats would open up as the bus stopped to let people on and off on the way from D.C. to Illinois. By one a.m. even the most diehard texters and gamers were sleeping. Max wasn't a diehard texter though. Something about the man sitting next to Zan had been bothering him since they got on the bus several hours earlier. He wasn't one of those friendly types who tried to chat up Zan. He wasn't one of those Leave Me Alone types who pretended Zan wasn't there. He kept giving Zan the side-eye, but when he did, he also looked around, as if checking to see if anyone caught him. Max was on the opposite side of the bus and three rows in front of them, in the aisle seat. He twisted around so that he was facing Zan, who was asleep. The man was still sneaking glances at Zan and then looking around to see if anyone caught him looking at the eleven-year-old. Max pretended he was asleep but didn't miss a thing. The bus wasn't in total darkness. There were dim overhead lights as well as lights on the floor so people wouldn't stumble if they made their way to the toilet in the back of the bus. There was enough light for Max to see the man stand up and grab a small flannel blanket from the overhead bin. When he sat back down, he didn't just spread the blanket over his lap, but over Zan's lap, too. Uh-huh, Max thought. His suspicions were confirmed. He was pissed, but knowing what was about to happen also sent a rush of blood to his penis. He wasn't sure what made him angrier: That Zan was seconds away from being felt up by this guy, or that Max didn't have a better view. For his part, Zan was dreaming he was the giant in Jack and the Beanstalk. He was lying down and tiny little Jack was climbing and walking over his boner. Grabbing it, climbing it, reaching the top and then sliding back down. It felt great to Giant Zan and he hoped Jack never stopped. A flash of lightning came through the wall of the giant's castle. Another flash woke Zan up. It wasn't lightning. It was the flash on Max's phone. He'd taken a picture of Zan while he slept. Zan blinked and looked up at Max who was standing in the aisle of the bus. He was holding a blanket in one hand and his phone in the other. Next to him, his seatmate looked scared. Zan noticed for the first time that his zipper was open and his little boner was sticking out. The man next to him held it in his hand. Just as this registered with Zan the man jerked his hand away. "Max?" Max looked at Zan's boner. He had the same look he had when he stared at Zan from the bottom bunk of the train, the same look he had when he looked at the man in the planetarium. Zan noticed a bulge in Max's pants. He looked at the lap of the man next to him. He had a bulge too. "Max? What's going on?" "Horny Harry here was trying to scratch Yoda behind the ears. Put your cock away. You and me are trading seats." "See here, I don't know what you think you saw," said Horny Harry. "Shut it," said Max. "I think I saw exactly what I photographed when I snatched your blanket away. Your hand on my cousin's hardon. Maybe you want me to show it to my mom? Or the bus driver? Or should I text it to the cops?" Horny Harry took out his wallet. "That's not necessary, is it?" He took out a twenty-dollar bill and held it out to Max. The man was trying to look tough but he was sweating. He was scared. His fear made Max's hardon throb. Max took the twenty. "The rest of it, too," he said. "Have a heart, kid." "Mom!" Max said. "Jesus, okay!" the man took all the cash from his wallet and handed it to Max. "Cheer up. You still got the credit cards." Max rubbed his hardon through his jeans. The man, nervous as he was, couldn't help noticing. Max told Zan to switch seats with him again. When Zan vacated his seat Max sat next to the man. He waited a few minutes and then slowly unzipped his fly. He made sure the man was looking and then rubbed his bulge. He spread his legs, bumping his right leg against the man's left leg. "Go ahead," he said softly. "Take it out." The man looked at Max but didn't move. "What kind of trick is this?" "What's the matter? You only like little boys? I'm too old for you? He was asleep. I'm awake and what's the word, consensual. But if you're not interested, I can just zip up again." "I didn't say that." The man looked around, making sure the people around them were still sleeping. He reached into Max's fly and pulled out his cock. FLASH! Max had taken another pic. The man let go of Max's dick as if it scalded him, just as the driver came on the intercom. "Next stop Philadelphia. We'll be arriving in Philadelphia in fifteen minutes." "That's your stop," Max said. The man said, "I'm going to Ohio." Max shook his head. "If you're still on this bus in fifteen minutes I'm showing my mom these pictures. The only question is, do you get off and go wherever the fuck you want to go, or do you get off the bus in handcuffs and spend the night in jail?" The man stood up and took a small bag form the overhead bin. "What about my checked luggage? It's still going to Cincinnati." Max just looked at him. When the bus pulled out of the Philadelphia Greyhound station fifteen minutes later Zan was sitting next to Max. Zan said, "Scratching Yoda between the ears?" Max said, "With your balls, maybe that wasn't a good description. But he was definitely trying to tap into your potential." Zan remembered how good his dream felt. "Maybe I want my potential tapped." "Oh yeah? Don't you want to be awake when you're tapped?" Zan didn't answer. He wasn't sure. He was a little afraid. Max said it didn't hurt. But the noises and faces he made were the same noises and faces Zan made when Jimbo Haynes punches him. But his boner did feel good when Horny Harry was scratching Yoda between the ears. Max leaned over and put his mouth next to Zan's ear. "Maybe we'll get drunk and instead of tapping your potential I'll tap your ass. You think you'll like that?" Zan tapped the seat rest with his finger and imagined Max doing the same thing to his ass. He squinted at his cousin. "You're a weirdo." Some of the other passengers had awakened when the bus had stopped and started again at the station. A couple were on their phones. One was playing games on the screen of the seatback in front of him. Max's cock had never fully gone down after teasing Horny Harry. Knowing there was a risk that the people on the bus could catch him made him even harder. He unzipped and took out his dick. "Max!" "Relax. I'm just gonna churn some butter. If you're good I'll give you a taste." iii It took them only half an hour to pitch their tents at Camp Bullfrog Lake in Willow Springs Illinois. "When I was in girl scouts this would have taken three hours," Sheila said. "Our old canvas tent smelled of mildew. This is a snap." Almost as soon as she said that a gust of wind blew their tents away from their designated camping area, towards the woods. "Dammit!" The boys chased after the tents. They blew in front of another family's tent. A boy about Max's age chased after them, too. He was closer to the tent than Max and Zan were and caught the larger tent. Max soon caught up with the smaller one. The nylon tent wasn't heavy. He carried it back to where the other boy had the bigger tent. "Thanks," Max said. "No problem." The other boy was taller than Max but still had a baby face, compared to Max. "Is this your first time camping?" he asked. Max said "yes" and Zan said "no" at the same time. The other boy said, "You've got to secure them to the ground. You've probably got some pegs and a mallet. You want me to help you?" This time both boys answered in the affirmative. Max and the stranger dragged the tents back to their campsite. "My name's Asah." "That's a funny name," Zan said. Max said, "Are you kidding me? You want me to show him your birth certificate, Ambassador Numbnuts?" Zan blushed. "I'm Max and the this is Zan. If he says something dumb again, make him tell you what that's short for." Sheila was waiting for them. "I saw the rescue!" she said. "Thank you!" Max said, "This is Asah, Mom. He's gonna help us stake the tents to the ground." "Our hero. You must let us feed you supper. I saw your camp site when you caught the runaway tent. I'll go clear it with your folks. They're invited, too, of course. I hope New York strips are okay." She jogged off to Asah's tent. "Steaks?" he said. "I'm used to hot dogs and burgers. You guys do camping right!" "If we did camping right, we'd know how to hammer the tents into the ground," Max pointed out. "I thought Zanzibar here, said he's been camping before." "What about it, Daniel Boone? How come you didn't stake the tents?" Max asked him. Zan shrugged. "We stayed in a cabin." Max had enough sense to stay out of the way while Asah secured the tents, only following instructions. He couldn't help noticing that if Zan was named after Disney's Tarzan, Asah could have been modeled after Disney's Aladdin. He had the same hair, in both color and style, same complexion, same dark eyes, same features. The only difference was Aladdin wore a vest and puffy pants and Asah wore no shirt and a pair of shorts, which Max didn't mind at all. When Asah raised the mallet Max noticed his armpits were bare. "How long have you been here?" Max asked. "Three days." "If I have to piss, I guess I just find the nearest tree, but when I need sit down time, or need to shower where do I go?" "There's a bathhouse down the trail. I can show you where it is." The wheels in Max's brain were spinning. "Cool. I don't need it right now. You can wait till you're going anyway and show me then. Maybe when you're going to shower." Zan gave him a knowing look. He said, "Do they have canoes here?" "Yeah," Asah said. "you can rent canoes, kayaks, all kinds of shit." "That's good," Zan said. "Max likes to canoe. Especially pink ones. Those are the ones he likes to paddle the most." From the look Max gave him, Zan knew he'd gone too far. When Sheila returned with Asah's parents, both tents were staked to the ground and not going anywhere, no matter how hard the wind blew. Sheila set up a camp stove and prepared dinner while the adults drank wine and chatted. Max and Asah tossed a football back and forth, each glad for the company of the other. Zan tried to participate but Max made it clear his company wasn't wanted. Sheila gave Zan a side hug and said, "It's been a while since he's had someone his own age to hang out with. I'm sure it's nothing personal." But Zan knew better. He was being punished for his paddling the pink canoe comment he'd made earlier. So, while the older boys had fun with the football Zan was stuck with the grown-ups. Max and Asah grew tired of simply throwing the ball. They took turns hiking the ball to each other, then running down the imaginary football field, dodging guards and turning around to catch the winning pass. Soon Max had worked up a sweat. It was only partly due to the running and passing. Seeing Asah in nothing but his shorts had more to do with his sweaty condition than anything else. "Hold up a sec," he said, as Asah got ready to hike the ball to him. Max took off his shirt and wiped the sweat from his face and stomach. When he took the damp shirt away from his face, he noticed Asah was watching him. Naturally this made him bone up. Asah didn't miss his predicament. "Wow, you really like football," Asah grinned. Max didn't try to hide his condition. "Meh, it happens. What can you do?" Asah nodded. "I know. And at the worst possible time. "Like right now?" Max said, noticing he was no longer the only one with a hardon. "Boners are like yawns. They're contagious." Max laughed and repositioned his dick which was pointing down, and uncomfortable. When he did, Asah's dick flexed in his shorts. "You think you could show me where the showers are now?" They stared at each other for half a minute without speaking. "Okay," Asah said. "Shit," Max said. "I need a towel and I'd rather not parade my junk in front of our families." "We can get some at my tent." Max went with him. They walked side by side, each glancing at the crotch of the other. "How old are you, fifteen?" Max said. Asah laughed. "Thirteen." "Weird. I'm fourteen but you're taller than me." "But you have hair in your pits. And I don't." "Yeah, I noticed." "You did?" Asah's dick jerked again. Max gave him a pointed look. "Yeah. I did. As soon as I saw you today when you caught our tent." They kept walking in silence. Then Asah said, "I can smell you." "I stink?" "No. It's not a bad smell. But your sweat. I don't know. I smell YOU. I almost hate that you're going to wash it off. I'm sorry. I know that's weird. If there was a Max cologne, I'd buy it though." Even though Asah was taller than him, Max grabbed the other boy and pulled his face into his armpit. "Here you go, get a good whiff. Five dollars a sniff." Instead of pulling away Max felt Asah's tongue on his underarm. It tickled but his dick had never felt so hard. He was afraid he'd cum in his pants and he had other plans. He let go of Asah's head. They were both breathing hard. "Shower?" Max said after a second. "Right." They were at the tent. Asah collected a couple of towels and led them down the trail that led to the shower house a quarter mile away. Every few steps one of their arms "accidentally" brushed against the other's side. There were two shower houses, one for men and one for women. The men's shower house had three small shower stalls plus a larger stall marked FAMILY/WHEELCHAIR where fathers could take children too young to use the individual stalls. Without consulting each other beforehand Asah and Max went into the family stall together. The walls of the stall didn't go all the way up to the ceiling. They stopped eight feet up. A stone bench ran along the wall. Max and Asah hung their towels on hooks over the bench and took off their shorts. Max also took off his boxers. Asah was going commando. They faced each other, admiring their boners. Max thought again how much Asah reminded him of Aladdin; he had no tan lines. "You're really hot," he told his new friend. "I'm really horny," Asah corrected him. "Have you ever done anything with another guy?" Max had to think. He had done stuff TO another guy, but was that the same thing? He decided it wasn't and shook his head. "Me, either." Asah said. "I think about it," Max admitted. "All the time." They heard door to the shower house open. Max reached for the controls on the wall behind him and turned on the shower but the stall was big enough that neither of them were under the stream. He took a step closer to Asah. Again, they both seemed to know what the other wanted without first speaking. Each reached for the other's hard cock. Max closed his eyes when Asah gripped his boner. They stroked each other in silence, enjoying the feeling and then Max felt Asah's lips against his. This was unexpected but not at all unwanted. He opened his eyes in surprise. Asah's eyes were still closed. Max let go of Asah's cock and put his arms around the thirteen-year-old's back, pulling him closer to him. Their boners rubbed together, a new feeling for both of them. They moaned and Max opened his mouth. Asah's tongue slipped between Max's lips. Max let his hands slide down Asah's back and cupped his ass. They grinded their cocks against each other while they kissed. The shower in the stall next to them came to life. They ignored it and kept making out. Max finally broke the kiss and took a step back to look at Asah's cock. Peter's had been three inches or so. Asah's was easily twice that. It wasn't as thick as Max's boner but was longer. Max said, "Can we try something?" Asah clearly missed feeling Max's cock rubbing against his. He humped up against Max again. "Anything you want," he said. He inhaled deeply. "God, you smell good." "I smell sweaty." "I know." Asah licked Max's shoulder. He kissed Max's neck, then licked his way down to Max's nipple. After licking it twice he sucked hard on it. Max tilted his head back, growling in pleasure. When he did, he saw Zan's head pull back from where the wall ended eight feet up. The little shit had followed them to the shower house and was standing on the bench in the stall next to them, spying on them. Of course, being spied on only made it that much more exciting for Max. He didn't let Asah know they were being watched. Asah gave Max's tit a final love bite before releasing it and saying, "What did you want to try?" "Will you fuck me?" "You mean it?" Max grabbed Asah's dick again and stroked it. "Yeah. I really want this inside me. Will you do it?" "Fuck yeah!" Asah grabbed the bottle of shampoo they'd brought with them and squeezed some onto his dick. Max lay down on the tile floor. He couldn't avoid the shower stream now. "This makes a shitty bed," he said. "We'll have to do this again on my sleeping bag." "What about Zanzibar? Isn't he your little shadow?" "We'll send him on a snipe hunt." Asah got between Max's legs, shielding him from the falling water. Max spread his legs. Asah grabbed his soapy cock and rubbed the head against Max's asshole. Asah looked down at Max's throbbing boner. Max looked up at Zan peeking over the stall at them. He waited until Zan looked at Max's face and knew he'd been caught peeping. He held Zan's gaze before telling Asah, "put your cock in me, but go slow. I've never been fucked before." "We're even then cuz I've never fucked anyone." He slid his slender boner inside Max who groaned. "Oh Jesus." "Should I stop? Or take it out?" Max grabbed his boner and started pumping. "No! Keep going. It feels amazing." Asah kept going. "Oh man. Amazing doesn't come close." When he was all the way in, Max said, "Just stay there a second." Asah's body wanted to keep fucking but he resisted, and stayed balls deep inside Max. He flexed his dick inside Max who groaned again. Asah kissed him and Max wrapped his legs around Asah's ass, trying to trap him inside him. Asah couldn't hold back anymore and started fucking Max, pumping in and out of him slowly at first, but soon going faster. They couldn't maintain the kiss as his fucking became more intense. Max couldn't masturbate while his legs were wrapped around Asah but with his prostate being stabbed by the slender cock impaling him, he wasn't sure he needed to. Asah grunted with every thrust and Max kept chanting, "Fuck me, fuck me, oh God, fuck me fuck me Asah, fuck me," all the while never taking his eyes off his cousin who gaped at them wide eyed. Max was surprised Zan wasn't jacking his little two- inch dickie but both his hands were holding onto the top of the wall. Maybe he was standing on the bench on tiptoe and had to hold on to the wall to watch them. Asah wasn't fucking Max as fast as he had been but he was slamming into him harder now and his eyes were glazing over. "Gonna. Cum." He panted, as if Max couldn't tell. His final thrust was so hard Max thought his cock would come out the other side. Asah's eyes clenched shut and Max understood why Zan thought cumming hurt. But then he was cumming too, though he hadn't touched his cock. His legs were already wrapped around Asah but he wrapped his arms around him, too. His cock was trapped between their two bodies, spitting out his cum. They were both spent. When Asah finally pulled out of Max they looked at each other awkwardly, then grinned. Asah said, "that was fucking awesome." "My family will be here a week. When are you leaving?" "Three days." Their smiles grew bigger as they stood up and reached for the soap. Max glanced at the top of the wall. Zan was gone. He watched Asah lathering the shampoo into his hair. He ran over his bucket list in his mind. Kiss a boy. Mutual masturbation with someone. Suck a dick. Get his dick sucked. Fuck someone. Get fucked by someone. Three down, three to go. *** Chapter three is coming soon. I enjoy hearing from folks and answer all emails. Feel free to email me at butters2020@protonmail.com