Max’s Freudian Slip - Chapter #14

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.

Please accept my apologies for taking a while to get this chapter out.   Things have been a little crazy.  This is a shorter chapter than most, but I wanted to get something out to keep the story progressing.

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Chapter 14 – Madison (pt 3)

I dropped the boys off at the gym door and opted to stay in my car for a while.  I knew we were plenty early and I really needed some time alone.

I caught up on emails and touched based with both Stacy and Jeanine.   Both moms were in full mom mode, naturally asking if their boys had gotten enough sleep and had eaten a proper meal the night before.   I assured them that they had.   Even with Max being up late talking to me, we still got over 8 hours sleep.   We honestly could have slept longer if we hadn’t had to get up to catch the end of the free hotel breakfast. 

One of the advantages of getting to the advanced gymnastics levels is that you get the coveted late morning time slot to compete.   That was one of the things I had learned from Jill (Ian’s mom) at dinner the previous night.  The other thing I learned from her that came as a shock was that the boys only competed for a few hours on Saturday and were done.   What?  After years of soccer and basketball tournaments that go all weekend, I just assumed the events got spread over two days in gymnastics as well.   “Nope, Craig,” Jill told me, “we will be out of there by 3:00 and free to enjoy the night.”

I was a little confused as to why we were even bothering to spend the night on Saturday.   Not that I minded of course.  I would stay two more nights if it meant being in the company of Max and Cam.   “If we were closer to home we might have all headed back tonight,” Jill continued.  “But the boys will really want to shower and do some swimming in the hotel pool.  It’s a good chance for them to hang out together.  And it gives us parents a chance to have some fun too, you know,” she added and gave me a sly smirk.   Was she hitting on me too?

*****

My main reason for staying in my car though was to just think.   I couldn’t believe I had actually admitted to Max that I was attracted to boys.  Even though I had downplayed the intensity of my attractions, there was still no doubt that he understood I found it arousing to hear about his escapades.   I had a mix of emotions. On one hand, there was something liberating about sharing one’s deepest secret with a person you actually know.  I’d had plenty of anonymous conversations about boy love on the internet (in chat rooms and such), but this was quite different.   It didn’t hurt that Max seemed to accept my revelation without freaking out.  As I thought about it, I realized it was probably how Max felt when he admitted to me back on New Year’s Eve that he liked boys.  I was the first person, beyond his therapist, that he had told.  How appropriate it was, I realized suddenly, that Max was the first person I told about my proclivities for boys.

But damn it was also scary to know that someone else knew!   Would a 13 year old boy really be able to keep it a secret?  Would he spill the beans to Cam who might not be quite as pleased to know I might be perving on him?  My mind raced through all the scenarios that could play out if word got around.  I had visions of an angry Jeanine all up in my face.   I thought of how I could spin what I told Max to make it seem much more innocent.  Could I convince them that Max misunderstood me somehow?  That maybe I was just explaining it was perfectly normal for boys to experiment and Max somehow took that to mean I still liked boys?  After dwelling on it for way too long, I finally made myself put it out of my mind.  There was no need worry about things that might never come to fruition.   Being prepared in case they do was good, but dwelling on it was going to do me no good.  Plus, the coffee was running through me and I needed to find the bathroom.

*****

I was almost to the bathroom when Max jumped onto me from behind, startling me.  “Oh hey buddy,” I said once I realized it was him.  It was obvious from the smile on his face that he was still floating on cloud nine.   He’d been extremely giddy all through breakfast and on the ride over to the gym as well.   I was dying to know what had put him in such a good mood.

“Can I ask you a favor,” Max said as he walked beside me.

“Sure,” I answered.  “If I can ask you something first?”

“What?” he said, looking at me quizzically.

“I’m just curious what has you in such a good mood,” I asked.

We were about to the bathroom door and he pushed it open and pointed inside.   I took it to mean he wanted a bit of privacy before answering my inquiry.   When the door closed, he looked around to make sure we were the only ones in the bathroom.   “Cam told me he was sorry and then he sucked my dick,” he whispered enthusiastically.  So that’s what has Max so damn giddy.  He got his first blow job!  I couldn’t help but to smile at him. 

“So it was good then, eh?” I asked.  I already knew the answer of course, just by his behavior.

“OMG Craig, it was fucking amazing!” he exclaimed.

“I tried to tell you,” I answered with a chuckle.

“I know,” he said.  “So about that favor.”

I had a feeling I knew what he was going to ask.  “You want me to give you and Cam some time alone again later?”

“Would you?” he asked.   I found it funny.  I think he actually thought there was a chance I’d say no.  What a silly boy.

“Of course!” I answered, rubbing his head.  “As long as you tell me all about it later.   Hoping for another BJ?” 

“Yeah, that too.  But, I really want to do it to him now,” he said.  The intensity in his eyes when he said it told me that whatever apprehension he had the night before had totally evaporated.  Maybe being on the receiving end did the trick?

Just then the door busted open and Ian charged in.    He gave us a bit of an odd look before charging past us and into the stall.    I put my arm around Max and led him to the door.  “Atta boy,” I told him.

We got outside the door and Max squeezed me into him from the side.  “Thanks Craig,” he said, looking up at me.  “You’re really fucking awesome.”

“I know,” I chuckled.  “Now go be really fucking awesome at gymnastics.”

*****

While the boys went through their warm-ups, I couldn’t help thinking about Cam giving Max a blow job.   My cock puffed up as I visualized Cam sucking Max’s cock.  Of course in trying to visualize it, I couldn’t help but to have questions.  Did Cam get down on his knees with Max standing up or were they lying in bed?  How long did Max last before he exploded? Was Cam able to take Max’s entire cock into his throat? Did Cam swallow Max’s load?  I could only hope that Max would truly be willing to share the details.

Once the competition started, I was frankly mesmerized.  What these young athletes were able to do was astounding.  No it wasn’t as good as the Olympic athletes you watch on TV every four years, but it was still quite impressive.  All of the teams were amazing, even the ones that the parents were telling me weren’t doing quite as well.  I could spot the obvious errors, but the minor bobbles and mistakes went undetected to my untrained eye.

Jill did her best to try to keep me informed.  It was funny to watch her get nervous every time Ian was about to do a routine only to have her release her tension with a giant whoop each time he finished well.   Jill told me about half way through that she thought we were doing well and that the team had a chance of winning.  I was just glad to be taking it all in.  I was proud of Max, and all the boys, just for them to be competing at this level.   I also didn’t mind the bulges visible in the athletes tight white pants.

Our team’s last rotation was the floor exercise and Jill was super excited when Spencer ripped off a great routine.  It was his weakest event and though Jill didn’t say it, I could tell she was afraid he would screw up and cost the team.   She jumped up and down and yelled even harder for him than she did for Ian.  I could tell Max was thrilled with him too when Spencer practically jumped into his arms hugging him.   Max had told me that he and Spencer had bonded at Cam’s sleepover and it was obvious the two still had a special closeness between them.  Only Cam and Max’s friendship was anything like that.  Though oddly, while competing, the two lovers managed to keep it pretty low key.  They talked often, but they didn’t show each other as much affection and touch as they did with some others.

When the awards ceremony rolled around, the team won 1^st place!  It was exciting for me to see the boys so proud.   They all got a medal for that and Cam won three individual medals and Max won two.  It was impressive.   I took a bunch of pictures to share with their parents and then we headed back to the hotel.  I passed my phone to Max and told him to send his mom some of the better pics and then had Cam do the same.

I realized that was kind of a risky thing after the fact, because the texts between Bob (Cam’s dad) and I weren’t far down the list of conversations.  There wasn’t anything in them that was too damning, but there was some innuendo that could be picked up on.   He handed the phone back up to me pretty quickly, so I assumed hadn’t discovered anything.

When we got to the hotel, I told the boys I was waiting for them in the lobby while they cleaned up for dinner.   I told them I needed a drink and wanted to watch the NBA game that was on TV.  The Hyatt Place has a nice bar, and while I was definitely ready for a drink after sitting on bleachers all day and trying to keep two sets of parents up to date, what I was really doing was giving Max and Cam the privacy that Max had requested.   Max gave me a shy knowing smile, but Cam’s face had a look of happy surprise.  I guessed that Max hadn’t told him what he had in mind.

*****

Max and Cam came down about 45 minutes later.  I was nursing my second beer, having spent most of the first one imagining the naked escapades going down in my room.  I was truly dying to hear all about it.  

Ian and Spencer were still not down so Max and Cam found me in the bar.   Apparently a blow job and shared shower is still faster than two showers.   Both boys looked quite happy.   I was really happy when Cam, after checking the score of the game, trotted off to the bathroom.

“So,” I asked Max, raising my eyebrow.  The bar was empty so I wasn’t worried about anyone over hearing Max’s answer.

“Duuuuuuuude,” Max said, grinning the biggest grin I’ve ever seen.  “That was wicked!  You didn’t tell me it would be so cool to GIVE someone one.”

I couldn’t help to chuckle.  “None of those things you were scared of were worth much bother were they?”

“God no,” Max whispered.  “I was such a dork.”

“So did Cam enjoy his first one?”

“Duh!” he answered.

I wanted to ask more but Cam came out of the bathroom about then.  “Tell me more later?” I whispered.

“Sure,” Max said casually.  Oh sweet Jesus…he was really going to share!