Date: Sat, 11 Sep 2021 19:44:31 +0000 From: butters2020 Subject: max's bucket list, chapter 3, 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, please email me and let me know. My email is butters2020@protonmail.com. If you didn't like the story, I don't want to hear it, so email someone else. Look for my other stories under the Prolific Authors page. Max's Bucket List By Butters2020 Chapter 3 Chicago to Denver Without ever having tried to take Max's cock up his ass Asah decided he was a 100% top. Max was a little disappointed but the truth is he loved having Asah fuck him. As he put it after their fifth time together-not in the shower, but in Asah's tent while his parents were out hiking-"You dick me so good." So, while item six on his bucket list had been fulfilled several times, item five had yet to be marked off. Asah's family left the campground before Sheila, Max and Zan. Max moped around in a funk. They'd both known their fling was doomed to be short lived, but he'd found himself falling for Asah. They'd traded phone numbers but texting and sharing dick pics just wasn't the same as being together. Zan on the other hand, was glad to see Asah leave. He liked Asah well enough and enjoyed spying on Asah and Max, but he was jealous of him. Zan resented Asah for taking Max away from him. Now that Asah was gone Zan hoped that he and Max would be able to spend time together again. But every time he reached out to Max he was rebuffed. "Give him time, sweetie," his aunt told him. "He'll come around in a day or so. He misses his friend but soon he'll be glad to have you around." Zan was going to do everything he could to make sure Max would be glad of his company. He remembered how Max had used Zan's hand in the planetarium to paddle the pink canoe. The first chance he got he'd try to do it again. If he had to, he'd try to do whatever the heck Asah did to him when he laid between Max's legs. Rub his boner on his balls? Rub it on his butt? He was never close enough to tell for sure, but whatever it was Max REALLY liked it. Zan was determined to do it better than Asah. When they broke camp, they dropped off the tents, sleeping bags, and camp stove at a local thrift shop. Then Sheila rented a car and they took off for the Mile High City. After several hours on the road, they arrived at the Denver Holiday Inn. Sheila told the front desk clerk, "Reservations for Gardner. Two rooms." The clerk tapped on his keyboard. "That's right. Two rooms, each with one king sized bed, staying for three nights. The rooms are already paid for. I just need a credit card for a deposit for any incidentals you might charge during your stay." "That's not right," Sheila said. "One room should have two beds." The boys both nodded. The clerk typed on his computer again. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Gardner, but that's the only room we have. We're completely booked. The sofa in the room folds out into a bed," he said. They argued for a bit but as the saying goes, it is what it is. He refunded fifty dollars for the mix up, but in the end they had no choice but to take the room. When the boys took their luggage up to the room Max said, "You get the fold out bed." Zan knew better than to argue. They were going sightseeing tomorrow but after being on the road all day, Sheila was planted in the hotel. She called Max on his cell and told him that he and Zan could go swimming in the hotel pool if they wanted. "Just be ready to leave for dinner by six." Max and Zan changed into their bathing suits and went down to the hotel pool. "Where is everyone?" Zan said. "That guy said all the rooms were booked." "Maybe they're all at a conference or in town or stoned. Weed's legal here." He did a cannonball into the deep end of the pool. Zan was more timid and used the steps at the shallow end. When he ventured to where the water covered his head, he never swam too far from the edge of the pool and returned to it often. He wasn't as good a swimmer as Max. "Forget to pack your water wings?" Max teased. "Shut up," Zan said. They tried to play Marco Polo but it wasn't much of a game with Zan refusing to leave the safety of the pool's edge. Max tired of the game and ignored Zan, jumping off the diving board, doing somersaults, diving to the bottom of the pool, and showing off his swimming prowess in other ways. Zan continued to make little forays into the deeper parts of the pool, until his nerves gave out, then returned to the safety of the edge. Each time he swam a few inches past his comfort zone he felt a thrill in his stomach like what he felt on roller coasters. Half exhilaration, half terror. The deeper the water, the greater the thrill. He hugged the edge of the pool and pulled himself along it toward the deeper end of the pool, hoping to increase the thrill factor. Suddenly he stopped. The pool jet was shooting a stream of water directly at his dick. It was the most amazing feeling in the world. Even better than when the man on the bus was trying to tap into his potential. Within three seconds he had a boner. He shifted his position a little so that the forceful stream was hitting the head of his boner instead of the shaft. Oh man, this was even better. He looked around. He sensed that what he was doing was wrong and if he was caught, he'd be kicked out of the hotel or arrested or shot or something. Max was jumping on the diving board getting ready to dive into the pool again. He wasn't paying any attention to Zan. No one else was outside to see him. He put his hand inside his bathing suit and moved his boner so that it pointed straight up toward his belly button. Now the water was aimed right at the underside of the head, right at the ridge where the head met the shaft. A noise escaped him. Half Uh, half Oh. On the diving board Max heard him and looked over to see if Zan was hurt. Hurt, nothing. It looked like he was a minute away from his first orgasm. Max stopped jumping on the diving board as his own cock filled with blood. Should he watch from here, or get closer? He dived into the water. When he broke the surface, it was next to Zan. "It feels better without the bathing suit in the way." Zan's eyes had been closed. He opened them now and jerked away from the pool jet. Max grabbed Zan's shoulder and pulled him back. "Don't stop now, Tarzan. You'll miss the best part." "I wasn't doing nothing!" Max pressed his hand against Zan's hard nail. "Yeah? Then what's this?" He pulled Zan back to the pool jet. "Pull down your suit and put your cock in front of the water jet." "No! Someone might see." "I know. Do it." "No!" "Jesus, you're such a pussy. Didn't it feel good when you did it through the suit?" Zan blushed and after a second, nodded. "Then finish the job. Go to the promised land." "I don't want to get in trouble." Max shook his head in disgust. "Then move so I can do it." Zan started to climb out of the pool. "Where are you going?" "You told me to-" "I didn't tell you to leave. You're going to stay and watch me defile the holy water." Max pulled the front of his suit down below his balls. Zan wanted to leave. He felt exposed, but he couldn't take his eyes off his cousin's hardon. He was still fascinated with Max's small patch of pubic hair. The same mix of fear and exhilaration overcame Zan and he reached out and ran his fingers through the soft black hairs. Max leered at him. He grabbed his boner and held the head up to the water jet. He didn't close his eyes like Zan had done but looked at Zan's face. Zan stared at Max's cock. He'd been this close to it in the planetarium but it had been so dark then. Only the nightlight had been on in the train. He'd only seen Asah's back when he'd spied on them in the camp shower. He'd never seen Max's hardon this clearly before. Max was whispering dirty things to him. Zan's boner had never gone away and hearing Max's dirty talk made it throb. He wished he was back in front of the pool jet. "You like my cock, don't you, Tarzan? You like my pubes, too, dontcha? Did you like feeling my hardon in Washington? Do you want to feel it again? Do you want to taste it? I bet you want me to cum in your mouth, don't you?" Did he? That's gross. That's gay. But did he? Max said, "Rub your cock, Zan. Rub it while you look at mine. Do it. I know you're too chickenshit to take it out but you can still rub it through your swimsuit. I can see how hard you are. Pretend it's my cock. I know you want to rub mine, so rub yours instead." Zan was hypnotized. He put his hand over the bulge in his suit and rubbed it. He made the same half Uh half Oh noise he'd made before. "I saw you watching me and Asah. Did you like watching him fuck me? Could you see his cock going in my ass?" Zan gasped. Is that what Asah was doing to Max? his dick was inside his ass? "Did you wish it was you? Did you want to fuck me? Or did you want Asah to fuck you? Or maybe you want me to fuck you? I know you like my cock. Do you like it enough to have it inside you?" Zan tore his eyes from Max's cock to look at him. He looked scared which made Max's cock throb. "Don't worry, Tarzan. I'd never do anything you didn't want me to do. You'd never do anything to me I don't want you to do, either right?" "Right," Zan whispered. "Good. Cuz I want you to suck my tit." "What?" "Suck my tit." "But someone will see." "You said you'd do what I want you to do." "But-" "So do it. I want people to see. Suck my tit." Zan looked around. The drapes were closed in all the hotel room windows except the one next to theirs. Were people inside that room? Max kept his hard dick at the water stream but twisted his torso, exposing his chest to Zan. Zan leaned over and put his mouth to the fourteen-year-old's nipple and gently nursed it. "Suck it, don't kiss it!" Max said. Zan sucked harder and Max started the dirty talk again. After a minute he said. "Stop! I'm gonna cum. Watch!" Zan stared as the head of Max's cock swelled and a string of pearly white something shot out of it only to be flung away by the jet of water. It was followed by several more. The white slime looked so different when it landed on Max's belly or his hand, or even Zan's hand in the planetarium. There was nothing for Max to lick up this time. Zan looked at one of the strings of goo behind them floating in the pool. "What if someone goes swimming?" "You wanna go catch it?" Max asked him, pulling up his swim trunks. The doors to the hotel lobby opened and a woman and three children, a girl around six, a boy a couple of years older, and another girl about sixteen, came out. They were all wearing bathing suits. Zan grabbed the edge of the pool and scooted as fast as he could away from the pool jet. Max stayed where he was. "Hi!" he shouted to the newcomers. "My name's Max!" The teenager rolled her eyes. She had no time for someone hitting on her whose voice was still breaking. The younger kids smiled bashfully. The mother waved and said, "Hi Max." Zan climbed out of the pool and ran back inside the hotel, not drying off first, not even grabbing the towel he'd brought down to the pool with him. ii Sheila pulled out the bed from the sofa for them before heading to her room. "Goodnight, boys. Max, set the alarm on your phone for seven. We'll meet for free breakfast buffet at eight, then we have a long day. Do not make me come looking for you." "We know, Mom." "Eight o'clock," she said again. She left them. Zan stripped down to his boxers and got into bed. He was emulating Max's sleeping attire. After only ten minutes he said, "There's a rod or something under my back. It hurts." "Sucks to be you," Max said. "I'm serious. I can't sleep in this thing. Why can't we both sleep in the bed? It's big enough that you won't even know I'm there." Max thought about it. He'd started to say, "because that's gay" which might be true, but so what? Nearly everything he'd done the last two weeks had been gay. He made a big deal out of sighing and said, "Fine." He got out of bed and the two of them folded the pull-out bed back into the sofa. They got into the king size bed. Max turned on the TV. Netflix was on the menu. He selected that and put in his login and password. Zan picked out a movie. Twenty minutes into it Zan said, "Why do you hate me? Max was thrown by the question. "What are you talking about? I don't hate you." "You're mean to me sometimes." "You're high. You're not on the sofa bed, are you? I let you pick the movie. I gave you my dessert at dinner. What the fuck are you talking about?" "I said 'sometimes.' You're mean when you churn butter and make soup and defile the holy water." "I'm not mean. I'm just shocked that I have to explain what I'm doing. When I was your age, I was taking the skin boat to Jizzburg twice a day. I just can't believe you've never made the cyclops puke. Maybe I need to teach you how to burp the worm. But that means you gotta stop hiding your dick from me." Zan automatically put his hands over his crotch. Max said, "Dude. Stop being dumb. I know your dick is smaller than mine. You need to stop thinking that it's three inches, or whatever, smaller than mine, and start thinking that It's exactly three years smaller than mine. Guess what? It's exactly three years bigger than that kid who came out to the pool when we were there." "You mean the kid whose family almost caught us." Max's dick twitched. "Yeah. Wasn't that hot?" "You're crazy. Are you sure 'Max' isn't short for Maximum Psycho?" Max pretended to cry. "Oh, you're so mean! Why do you hate me?" He turned off the fake tears. "Seriously. You have a normal dick for someone your age." "Okay already." "So let me see it." "Why?" "So I can teach you to drive stick shift." Max lifted his ass and pulled down his boxers and tossed them across the room. "Either you take your boxers off or I take 'em off." "Just don't be mean to me," Zan said. He took a breath and shimmied out of his boxers, sending them sailing across the room to join Max's on the floor. Max managed to keep a straight face. Damn the kid really does have a dinky dick. But he also has no pubes and no balls. It won't be long before he has something worth playing with. He said, "The first thing you gotta do is get it hard." Zan was confused. "Hard is something it does on its own. How do I 'get' it hard?" Max said, "Well, parking it in front of a pool jet is one way. Watching porn is another way. Thinking sexy things will do it. Playing with it can do it. I bet you got hard watching me doing wrist aerobics, am I right?" Zan admitted it. Max said, "This should do the job." He got between Zan's legs and sucked the little cock into his mouth. He applied gently suction while also running his tongue all over the boy's penis, paying special attention to the glans. "Uh! Oh!" Zan's tiny dick instantly grew hard and wasn't as tiny, but wasn't exactly big, either. It was two inches long and rigid. Max had planned to get the boy hard and then teach him to jack off, but he wasn't willing to give up the cock now that he had it in his mouth. It was small enough that he could slurp up the boy's balls at the same time. "OH!" Zan's cries increased in volume. His high-pitched voice probably could be heard through the thin walls of the hotel room, making Max's own cock throb. The people next door probably thought Zan was a woman and that someone-Max-was quite the lover. Either eating her out or fucking her, but whatever he was doing the "woman" was clearly enjoying it. Did Zan's sexual moans make the people next door hard? Were they jacking off listening to him? Did they know it was a boy crying out and not a woman? Did it make them even harder? Thinking of the anonymous neighbors jacking off while they listened to him sucking his cousin nearly made him cum and he hadn't even touched his cock, which was leaking copious amounts of precum. He collected some of the precum on his index finger and rubbed it on Zan's boy pussy. He didn't penetrate the boy, just rubbed his asshole while he sucked the boy's nail. Suddenly Zan started bucking his hips. His little boy voice cried out. There was no doubt what that noise meant. "Oohhhhhh! Unnnhhhhh!" Zan lifted his ass off the bed trying to push his cock deeper into Max's mouth. The little cocklet in Max's mouth twitched and spasmed but nothing shot out. Zan's climax was dry. Max was disappointed. He'd wanted the boy's cum. Aunt Layla's deployment was six months. There was time for Zan's balls to produce the semen Max craved before Zan had to go back home. He could still take satisfaction in giving his cousin his first orgasm. Zan cried out again and his dick spasmed once more. Max grinned even as he continued to suck. Was he giving Zan his second orgasm, too? Then he heard it through the thin hotel walls. "Uhn! Uhn!" someone next door was also cumming. They'd heard Zan and were jacking off. The voice was male, but not an adult. It sounded like another teenager. Max couldn't help it. Knowing they'd been heard, knowing he'd brought off another boy around his age, it was too much. He released Zan and spit on his own, precum covered, cock. He hoped it was enough lube. "I'm sorry Zan," he said. He aimed his cock at the boy's ass and eased it in. Zan's eyes widened. "Ow! What are you doing? Stop it!" "I'm sorry, Zan," Max said again. "I'll suck you again when I'm done, I promise." He forced himself to go slow, not wanting to hurt the boy. Zan put his hands against Max trying to push him out. "I'm really sorry Zan." Max reached for Zan's dick, which was still hard, and started jacking it. Zan stopped pushing against Max. Max's dick, which wasn't that big, only four inches, was now inside Zan. He didn't move, just left it there, while he masturbated Zan's two-inch dick. "Are you okay?" Max asked him. Zan was breathing hard. He no longer tried to push Max away and wasn't saying Stop It anymore. "Zan?" "Oh! Uh!" Max took that as a good sign and slowly began fucking the eleven-year-old. God it was hard to go slow. He needed to cum. He focused all his attention on Zan's cocklet, jacking him off. Could the boy really cum three times in less than five minutes? "Look at me, Zan." Zan opened his eyes. "You were worried I hated you but I don't want you to hate me. Can I keep going? I want to fuck you so bad." "Yeah. But keep burping my worm! Oohhh!" And Zan was cumming again. Through the wall that teenage voice said, "Yeah! Fuck him!" The stranger did know Zan was a boy. And he liked it. Max couldn't hold back anymore. He started fucking Zan like he meant it. With every thrust Zan's little boy voice grunted, loud enough to be heard by the teen next door. "Yeah! Do him!" the muffled voice said, driving Max to fuck Zan harder. Max wanted to pull out and cum on Zan's dick but he was helpless. With a roar his cock exploded inside his cousin's ass. It took him a few seconds to recover. Then he pulled out. "You okay?" he asked Zan. "My butt hurts. But my dick feels incredible. So it evens out." "Sorry about the butt. I won't do it again." "Not for a while anyway. But you can after a week or two. But the dick stuff. You can do that every day." "Dick stuff is a two-way street, Tarzan." "That's fair." Zan went to the bathroom. He was gone for fifteen minutes. When he got back, he said, "I can't go to breakfast tomorrow." "Are you nuts? Mom will kill you." "I don't care. I'm not leaving this room until that guy next door checks out. If I bump into him at the breakfast buffet I'll burst into flames on the spot." "Speak for yourself. I can't wait to see him. Maybe he can join us next time." As they drifted off to sleep Max went over his bucket list in his mind: Kiss a boy Mutual masturbation Suck a dick Get his dick sucked Fuck someone Get fucked by someone Four down, two to go. *** Chapter 4 is coming soon. I enjoy getting feedback. Feel free to email me at butters2020@protonmail.com