Max’s Freudian Slip - Chapter #12

by craigpnifty@protonmail.com

 

Author’s notes:

This is the fictional account of a relationship that develops between a man and a teenage boy.  It might involve some sex at some point, so if that sort of thing offends you, move along.

My apologies for the long delay in getting another this chapter out.   Hopefully I haven’t lost too many readers.   :( 

 

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Chapter 12 – Madison (pt 1)

I was rather restless the night before we left for Madison.   It was Thursday, so I had taken Max to practice as usual and the boy was a complete spazz!   Now that Cam was coming with us, Max was out of his mind with excitement.  I kept trying to tell him to calm down as we went for dinner.  It was big competition and he needed to be focused on his routines, not playing with boyfriend’s dick!   And I told him that - exactly.  “I know Craig. I’m trying, honest, but I just can’t help being excited.   I get to hang with Cam, and YOU too all weekend,” he told me.   I was happy that I was at least part of what he was excited about.

I picked Max up first the next morning and then we went and got Cam.   Cam came out as soon as we pulled up to his house.   I could tell from the bounce in his step he was excited too.   We headed off for Madison and I kept the speed up.  I really wanted to check into the hotel before getting to the gym for their pre-meet workout, which was from 2:00 – 4:00.

I really hoped to have some interesting conversations with the boys in the car about stuff… you know ….like their relationship, coming out, sex stuff, etc.  But the opportunity never really came up.  Car rides are often good for that kind of thing, but it just didn’t materialize.   I’ve learned from experience you just have to let those conversations happen naturally.   If you try to make them happen the kids will always find them super awkward.  If they just happen, it’s totally different.

Thanks to my fuzz buster we made great time.   We listened to some songs from Billy Elliot and the boys got to laugh at my pathetic singing, though to be honest, neither of theirs was much better.  “Good thing you guys can do flips and shit,” I told them, “because you’re singing is about as bad as mine.”   It wasn’t long into the trip that we were all singing without anyone caring that we all sucked.    Cam took over the music for a while and played a mix of hip hop (which I didn’t know) and some alternative, which I did.   I think he steered away from twenty-one pilots once he realized I knew all that shit.  Towards the end of the trip, I made them listen to a few Hamilton songs – I had them play the rap battles, which they thought were pretty cool.

We rolled into Madison a little after noon and stopped at a Panera for a light lunch and then checked into the hotel.  Stacy had booked a room at the Hyatt Place near the gym.  When I found out Cam was coming along, I called and had it upgraded to a suite using some points I had accumulated.   I think the boys were impressed with the room – it had a bedroom for me and a living room with a fold out couch for them, along with a small kitchenette and swanky modern bathroom.    I could see them looking at each other in excitement when they realized we wouldn’t be sleeping in the same room as me.   They tried to hide their enthusiasm, but I know exactly what those two horny little shits were thinking!

We ended up taking Ian and Spencer to the gym with us to practice.  When we came back through the hotel lobby to leave, Ian’s mom was frantically trying to check them in quickly so they wouldn’t be late.  So I volunteered to take them all while she got checked in and chilled.   She texted me she would be along in a bit, but I told her to just relax at the hotel.   She ended up getting a glass of wine at the bar and having a short nap while I shuttled the boys to the gym and back.

It was my first time interacting with Spencer and Ian directly and I must admit I liked them both.  (Shocking, I know!)  Spencer was kind of quiet, but Ian was a brash, spunky type.  I like both types of boys.   Well let’s be honest: there aren’t many types of boys I DON’T like.  (Only the ones who are downright rude.)  I still was desperately curious to know what Ian was packing.   God I love an uncut redhead on the cusp of puberty.   Could he be one?

While the boy’s practiced, I made plans with Ian’s mom for us all to go out to eat.  She knew a supper club nearby that had healthy options for the boys and really good food.   She asked if I had snacks for Max and Cam to eat during the competition on Saturday.   Snacks?  What? Nobody had said anything about that and neither mom had packed any as far as I knew.   She suggested protein bars and gave me some pointers on which ones to get.

The ride back to the hotel was stinky!  Good god!  4 sweaty boys can really put out the body odor.  I had to crank open the sunroof and crack the windows.  After I stopped into our room for a quick pit stop, I headed back out to get gas and find some protein bars.   I could have done all that tomorrow, but I had another motive in mind: I wanted Max and Cam to have some time alone.  I figured if they got their urges satisfied now, they’d be able to sleep later.  I didn’t want them up all night fooling around and being too tired to do well in the competition tomorrow.   Not only that, I just thought it was a nice thing for a cool guy like me to do.

I made it obvious to Max that I wouldn’t hurry back.   I winked at him before I left.  Then I sent him a text as I walked to the elevator.  “Don’t have too much fun” I texted him.  And I shared my location so he could see when I was on my way back to the hotel.   As I ran my errands, I couldn’t help but to wonder what they were doing in the hotel room alone.   Thinking about it gave me a hard on as I drove about town.

*****

The funniest thing happened when I got back to the room.   Neither boy was dressed.  They were both in their underwear and their hair was still quite wet.  It was pretty obvious they had showered together and clearly, neither had been out very long.  But the funny thing was they were both wearing the EXACT same style of Calvin Klein trunks.   Max had on bright yellow ones.   Cam’s were bright blue.  It was cute, two young boyfriends in matching undies.

But the really funny thing was that I immediately realized Max’s looked very familiar…because I owned a pair just like them.  Not only that - I had them on, right fucking then!  Seriously!  As I laughed about it the boys looked at me funny until I showed them enough of the waistband that they saw why I was laughing.

“Ok Calvin’s, get a move on.  Ian and Spencer are already waiting in the lobby for us,” I told them.  The whole rest of the weekend I referred to us as Calvins.   I love inside jokes.

****

Our dinner was uneventful.   While Ian’s mom, Jill, and I chatted, the boys talked about the competition and video games and a few other things I couldn’t hear because they were whispering quietly to each other and snickering.  I figured there were probably making jokes about the naked hot tubbing that had gone on at Cam’s during the sleepover.

The highlights of the dinner were definitely the amazing steak served on a sizzling plate and the two old-fashions that I sipped.  They were strong and I was almost afraid I was too tipsy to drive home.  Fortunately, the waiter was very slow with the bill and I had sufficient time to recover.  On our way out of the supper club, both Ian and I detoured to the men’s room.   I got excited for a second, thinking I might just get lucky enough to sneak a peek at the red haired boy’s cock, but alas, the bathrooms at the Bonnie Lou supper club in Madison, Wisconsin were one-user-at-a-time setups.

On the ride back to the hotel, Max and I talked some, but I realized as we pulled in to the parking lot that Cam was unusually quiet.  In fact, he was pretty quiet towards the end of dinner now that I thought about it.   When we got out of the car, Max walked ahead of us and I slowed to be next to Cam as he caught up to me.  I put arm around him.  “You ok Cam?  You seem quiet.  I hope you’re not getting sick or something.”

“Nah,” he answered.  “I feel ok.  I just wish my dad were here is all.   He texted me at dinner to see how the trip was going.  I really miss him getting to watch me compete.  Ever since we moved, he doesn’t get to come as much.   I especially miss him on out of town trips because he would always give me a light massage each night.”

I pulled him into me as we walked.  “I’m sure he misses being here too Cam.   You know, I’m not your dad, but if it would help, I’d be more than happy to try to give you a massage.   I’m not the best at it, but hey better than nothing, right?”    Of course I’d be happy to run my hands all over Cam’s muscular body!   I may not be able to touch the parts I’m most interested in, but hey, you have to take what you can get.

“Would you really Craig?”

“Why of course, mate,” I said, slipping into just a bit of our English accent routine.   “I’d be glad to.  Anything for a fellow Calvin!”

“Cool.  My dad told me I should ask you, but I was too embarrassed to.  I was afraid you’d think it was weird or something.”   About that time we caught up to Max who was waiting for us by the elevators.

“What took you guys so long?” he asked.

“We were just chatting is all,” I answered as we stepped into the elevator.  I waited for the doors to close before I continued.  “We’re going to give Cam a good luck massage when we get upstairs.   That ok with you Max?”

“A massage? Sure, I guess,” shrugged Max.  He seemed a little puzzled.  I am not sure he was into the whole massage thing.

“You can have one too Max,” Cam offered.

*****

“Where shall we do this?” Cam asked after we had made it to the room and kicked our shoes off.

“My bed’s probably best I think,” I suggested.   Cam peeled off his shirt and neatly laid it over the arm of a chair and then pulled his socks off.   He started searching through his bag.

“Shit.  I forgot to pack gym shorts,” he said.

“Meh.  You don’t need em.  I’ve already seen your Calvins…Calvin.  And I’m pretty sure Max has seen you in even less.  We’re all guys here, right?”  I didn’t figure he was really worried.  If he used his sauna and hot tub naked with his dad, I was sure he wouldn’t be too embarrassed in his underwear around me.

It didn’t take long for Cam to agree and peel off his Adidas sweat pants.  Wearing just his bright blue Calvin Klein trunks (which outlined his ass SOOO well), he ran to the bedroom and jumped into the air and landed face down on the middle of the king sized bed.

“How do we do this?” Max asked as he sat next to Cam.  

“You do that side and I’ll do this side,” I told him as my hands gripped the muscles of Cam’s shoulder and began to knead them.  His tone was quiet impressive.

“Not too hard,” Cam said rather urgently.   “Just rub gently.  I don’t want to be sore tomorrow, just relaxed.”

I let up on the pressure and gently worked on Cam’s shoulder and ran my hands down the length of his smooth hairless back.  Max was aping my actions on the other side.  Each time I stroked my hands down the small of his back, I had to fight the urge to have them continue on to feel his round ass that was now staring me in the face.   Cam’s ass was so perfectly plumb.  I have to admit, being that close to it I couldn’t help but to imagine driving my hard cock in between those mounds.

Max wasn’t nearly as shy and as I moved down to start rubbing Cam’s legs, Max let his hands glide onto Cam’s ass and give both cheeks a huge squeeze.   Cam reacted by pinching his butt cheeks together and thrusting into the bed.  It was pretty funny.  

We worked his legs next, my fingers tracing his thick hamstrings and calves.   “Do you like your feet done Cam,” I asked.   I recalled his father doing amazing things to my feet when he massaged me.

“Of course, that’s like the best part,” he answered.   I lifted his foot from the bed and did my best to copy the technique that Bob had used on my feet, pushing my thumb into the sole of his foot as I drew it from heel to toe.  Cam’s feet were amazingly soft.  I’ve never been one of those boy lovers who was especially drawn to boy’s feet, but I have to admit, feeling Cam’s was beginning to open my mind to the fetish a little.

 Max was soon trying to copy my movements on Cam’s other foot, but he must not have been pushing hard enough because Cam’s other foot kept flinching.  Max was tickling more than massaging.

“Push harder with your thumb Max,” I told him.  He adjusted and picked up the process quickly and soon subtle muffled moans were emanating from Cam as he buried his head into my pillow.   Max and I finished Cam’s foot rub with a gentle tugging of each toe.

Cam lifted his head up and turned to us.  “Wow!  That’s just how my dad always did my feet,” he told us before flopping over onto his back.   I laughed to myself.  If Cam only knew where I had learned.

 This was going to be tough.   Was I really suppose to rub the front of his legs, starting just under the hem of his underwear without losing control and grabbing the obvious outline of his cock in his the tight bliue trunks?

Somehow I managed, but I can guarantee you my cock was no longer limp.  Cam’s soft cock was lying towards the hip bone on Max’s side.  The outline of his cock head was clearly visible.    I was fixated on it as I tried to rub his legs.  I did my best to look away, but naturally my eyes were drawn constantly back to the outline of that perfect cock.  God what I would give to be able to slide my fingers up those boxers and explore that meaty teen dick!

*****

By the time we finished giving Cam his massage, I could feel a noticeable wet spot in my own Calvin’s.    “You’re turn Max,” Cam said as he sat up.   “You’ll love how relaxed you feel and you’ll kick ass tomorrow.”

Max took up position in middle of the bed and Cam and I repeated the same steps on Max’s muscular frame.    Max’s must not have had much experience with rub downs because he almost immediately started telling us how great it felt in between ‘oohs’ and ‘aaahs’.   Cam was a clearly a little more uninhibited and bold.  He allowed his hand to slip under the waistband of Max’s Calvins and stroke the top of his ass.  I looked at Cam and gave him a nod and smile of approval, letting him know it was ok.

Cam also took a couple of opportunities to kiss Max on the cheek and whisper something to him.  I couldn’t hear what he said, but judging by Max’s reaction, which was to subtly grind his cock into the bed, I intimated it was some sort of dirty talk.

When we had finished Max’s feet, I told him to roll over.

“Um…. I can’t,” he answered.

“Huh?  Why not?” I asked, perplexed. 

Cam had started laughing.   “I bet because he’s got a boner,” Cam guessed.

“It’s you’re fault Cam!” Max replied.   It was a playful accusation, not one born of real anger.   Cam must have been planting some suggestive thoughts in his boyfriends head with his whispering.

I grabbed a pillow from the head of the bed and placed it on Max’s back.  “There, just cover up with that if you’re embarrassed,” I suggested.   “Not sure why you care anyway Max.   It’s not like Cam and I haven’t seen it anyway.”

Max rolled over quickly and pulled the pillow on top of his tenting underwear.    I caught just enough of a glimpse to see a nice tent in the front.   “Yeah, but I dunno.  It’s kind of different for some reason.”  That was true.  Snapping a picture to me of his boner and having me see it in person were completely different things.  As was me also being there with Cam.

“Geez guys!   I left you guys alone for like an hour earlier.  I would have thought you got the horniness out of your system while I was gone,” I told them, shaking my head.   Max and Cam looked at each other and shared a look of shock before they both just started laughing uncontrollably.  Their giggles confirm what I had already suspected – that they HAD enjoyed themselves.  I turned on the British accent.  “Just as I thought ya wankers.”

Max stopped giggling after a few seconds.  “Yeah Craig, but that was like 4 hours ago.   Were 13, not an old daddy like you,” he said, poking me in the side.   

Daddy?  Did he really use that term?

*****

After we finished Max’s rubdown I quickly excused myself to the restroom.  I kind of had to pee, but more than anything I desperately needed to jerk off.   I turned on the sink water to muffle any sounds and closed my eyes and re-imagined my hands running all over the near naked bodies of my young gymnast freinds as I stroked my cock to a quick orgasm.

By the time I left the bathroom, the boys had relocated to the living room and were watching TV under the covers on their pull out bed.    “Don’t stay up too late guys,” I told them.   “We have to be at the gym by 7:45.”

“We know.  I already set my phone alarm for 6:45.  We won’t take long to get dressed, promise,” Max replied. 

“Ok then, goodnight,” I told them.

I retreated to my bedroom, but left the door open.  I wanted to be able to hear to make sure the boys went to sleep before too long.   And if they happened to start fooling around, I wanted to eavesdrop on that as well.   I plugged my phone and started catching up on some emails and social media posts.  As I got caught up on the day’s events, I heard Max and Cam both go to the bathroom and get ready for bed.  I could hear them pissing and brushing their teeth.    Cam was last in the bathroom and when he returned he flipped off the TV.  Good, they would be resting soon!.

 Between checking email and my social media accounts, my mind kept flipping back to the perfectly toned teen bodies that had been lying in my bed not long before.    Despite being an old daddy, I felt a stirring in my loins again.   I wasn’t very tired yet so I decided to go onto nifty and see if I could find any interesting stories to read.   I was happy to see a new installment of a series I had been reading (Solstice by Bard Boy) had been posted.    I brought it up and began reading.   With one hand I scrolled the text while the other gently rubbed my half hard cock.  

While I read I could hear some noises from the other room: sounds of whispers and the unmistakable sounds of making out.    Knowing that Cam and Max were enjoying each other 20 feet away only added to the my arousal level.   As I read on, their kissing continued and was joined by some subtle moans.    Then suddenly both sounds stopped and instead I heard whispers and then a louder, harsher voice.   Perhaps one or both of them had shouted out as they came?  It was hard to tell.

I went back to my story as nothing but stillness and silence came from the living room.   I was just finishing the chapter and thinking about how I could jerk off again without getting up and disturbing the sleeping boys, when I was surprised by a light tap on my open bedroom door.

I set my phone on the nightstand and rolled over.   I could see it was Max standing in the doorway because his bright yellow Calvin’s were reflecting the tiny bit of light coming in the window.   “Craig …are…you…you…still awake?” he asked softly and solemnly.  I could tell by his tone that something was wrong.  I hoped he wasn’t getting sick all of a sudden.

“Yeah buddy, what’s the matter?”

He slowly climbed into my bed and lay next to me.  “Nothing,” he muttered.  I’ve always been good at reading boys as you know.   I knew instantly that Max’s ‘nothing’ really meant ‘something’s wrong and I want to talk about it but I need you to kind of draw it out of me’.

 

Author’s Notes:

Just an FYI, the Solstice series mentioned in this chapter is real and can be found under the adult-youth section nifty.   It’s a good story and I recommend it!

I’ll hopefully get the next chapter out soon, though the dialogue that’s about to happen between Max and Craig will take some time.

As always, comments appreciated.   craigpnifty@protonmail.com