Max’s Freudian Slip - Chapter #19

by craigpnifty@protonmail.com

Author’s notes:

In this chapter…some last minute goings on before Max and Craig head to Mexico.

Happy Thanksgiving to my readers in the USA.

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 Chapter 19 – Almost time to fly

It had been a few weeks since I had any contact with Bob, Cam’s dad, so I was a bit surprised when I got a cryptic text from him while in a meeting on Wednesday morning (just a few days after having taken the boys to the pool).

“You sneaky bastard!” was all the text said.

We had exchanged a few flirty texts over the past couple of months, talking about getting together again.  I loved his massage, and his big headed cock, and would love to play with him again.  Unfortunately for us, it was much more difficult in the summer with Cam home from school.   We had tentatively made plans to have another hot tub and sex session as soon as school started and he had the house to himself.

I waited until my meeting was over to text him back.   “What?” I asked.

“You knew about Cam and Max and didn’t tell me!” he texted back.  I assumed he was talking about Cam and Max being boyfriends and lovers and I started to answer him regarding that, but then realized he could be talking about something else entirely.  I figured I had to be sure before I accidently exposed their secret with a false assumption.

“What about them?” I asked.

“Don’t be coy my friend.  I might have to punish you next time we get together ;)  I know you know all about them being boyfriends” was his reply.

So he did know!  I was worried that maybe Max and Cam’s secret was now known to all.   I wondered if all hell was breaking loose at Cam’s house with his homophobic mom.    “OK! Guilty.  Sorry Bob, just didn’t figure it was my secret to tell.  Does Jeanine know?” I texted back.

“GOD NO!” he replied.  “And let’s keep it that way, please.  Any chance you could shake free tomorrow afternoon?”

I quickly checked my calendar and saw that it was open.  “Maybe.  You have something in mind?”

“Meet me at the bar at the Marriot Courtyard for a drink and to talk about the boys?”

“Sure.  But why at hotel?” I asked.

“Because after we have a drink and talk I want to misbehave.  Capeche?”

“Just tell me what time” I replied.

***

I told my boss I had a doctor’s appointment and cut out of work just after lunch.  Bob was waiting for me at an empty table in the hotel bar, nursing a beer.  He greeted me with a hug and waved to the bartender to bring me a beer.  He looked as sexy as ever.

“So……,” I asked, “how did you find out about the boys?”

He told me about how he had come home a few weeks ago when the boys were home alone and heard what was quite obviously the sounds or oral sex coming from inside the sauna.  He said that he didn’t think much of it originally.  He figured it was just a matter of the boys experimenting or whatever.   But as he thought about it more, he realized Cam’s friendship with Max did seem to have a different feel to it.  Then two weeks ago the boys joined him in the hot tub and he noticed both boys were completely shaved below the waist.  He had noticed Cam’s shaved pubes when the two of them had been in the hot tub before and had asked about it, but Cam had just told him that pubes were uncool.   When he saw Max also bare, he had an inkling that it was something more.

After Max went home the next morning, Bob inspected the beds up in Cam’s room.   He said it was pretty obvious that both boys had slept in Cam’s bed and that the bunk bed in the guest room had been turned down ‘for show’.   He was pretty sure he could even see a smear on Cam’s sheets that could be precum or even semen. 

“So this week the boys were here again and I thought it was be a good time to tell them that I knew what was going on.  And tell them I was ok with it and all.  But I’m afraid I butchered it pretty bad,” he went on.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Well, I’d had a few beers and instead of just bringing it up calmly I thought I’d try to be funny and so I just asked them if either of them got a BJ in the sauna that afternoon.”

“No!  YOU DIDN’T!?!” 

He hung his head.  “Yeah, I did.  And it wasn’t pretty.  Both boys got as white as a sheet.  Cam started shaking he was so scared.  And when I told them I knew what was going on he started bawling.  I don’t think I have seen Cam cry in years.”

“Jesus Bob!” I couldn’t believe he put the boys through that.   “What were you thinking?”

“Yeah I know I know,” he pleaded.  “Asshole move.  But then the cutest thing happened.”

“Cute?  What?”

“Your little friend Max has some big cajones.  He pretty much told me to fuck off.”   My mouth dropped.  I couldn’t see Max being quite that bold.  “Ok,” Bob continued, “he didn’t actually say fuck off, but he went and hugged Cam and pretty much told me that he and Cam were together and were going  to be and that I just needed to get over it.”

I smiled.  I was so proud of Max for making a stand like that.  “That’s my boy!” I said proudly. 
“So did you calm them down or what?”

“Yeah,” he replied.  “I told them I only brought it up to let them know I was OK with it.  Cam looked shocked and then jumped into my arms and we hugged it out.  He had no idea I would be accepting of him.  Kind of ironic, huh?”

“You mean you hadn’t told him how much you like sucking cock yourself?” I asked with a grin.  “I will say that when we hooked up, one of the things that made me happy was knowing you would be okay with Cam once he came out.”

“No, I obviously have to keep that secret… for now.   Where I fucked up was never shutting up Jeanine when she went on one of her homophobic rants. I never felt like arguing with her and didn’t think it really mattered.  It never crossed my mind that my son might be gay.  I mean the girls flock all over him.”

“Well he is pretty hot,” I replied.  “For a 13 year old, I mean,” I added, lest Bob realized I might be lusting over his son, which of course I do, often.

He chuckled.  “Yeah, those two would make some great twink porn in a couple years wouldn’t they?”  I nodded my agreement to that.   In my mind I was thinking they would make one hell of a porn video right now!!

“So how much do you know about what they’ve done?” Bob asked.  “After I upset them I didn’t want to ask many questions.”

“Well, you’re in luck because Max pretty much tells me everything.  Minus the graphic detail, usually,” I told him.

“Really?  No shit?” he asked.

“Really.  You know what your son gave Max for his birthday?”

“I don’t know, a gift card or something?” he replied.

“No!” I answered with a laugh.  “His ass.”

Bob had a look of disbelief.  “You mean?”

“Yeah, he gave Max his cherry.”

“Son of a bitch.  I didn’t figure they’d started actually fucking yet.”

“Well, that was the only time, that I know of anyway,” I told him.   I told him all about Madison and how a couple months ago Max was scared to even try sucking Cam’s dick.  He found the story just as amusing as I had at the time.   It was kind of funny how fast they had moved given Max’s initial apprehension.

I made him swear to secrecy and then told him about Ian and Spencer fooling around with the boys and about Spencer being gay as well.  He was amazed at how much Max shared with me.  “He trusts me,” I answered with a shrug.

“This open sharing thing… that’s a one way street, right?  I mean you didn’t tell him about us, me,” he started to ask.

“God no Bob.  Don’t be silly.   So what’s the plan with eventually telling your wife?” I asked.

“I don’t frankly know,” he answered.  “I need to work on that. She’s going to lose her shit. The boys tell me they want to go to a dance together this year.  I’d love watching all the society moms at Widmer academy lose their shit over two boys coming to a dance as dates.  I’m all for it, but I need a plan.”

“That you do.  I wish I had ideas for you in that regard.  Let me think on it.  I’ll see what I can come up with,” I told him.

“Speaking of coming up, all this talk about the boys fooling around has something  else coming  up.”  He pulled a room key out of his pocket. “Shall we?”

***

I followed Bob to his room on the second floor.  He swiped the key card and I stepped inside.  I held the door and when he walked in he pulled it shut and immediately wrapped his arms around me and aggressively pressed his mouth to mine, hungrily licking and kissing me.  Bob was clearly horny and making it quite obvious he wanted some dick.

I aggressively returned his kisses as my hand slid down his front and felt his hard cock through his pants.  I wondered if he had gotten boned up talking about the boys or if it was a result of our brief make out session.   I felt him pushing on my shoulders.  I knew what he wanted and I had no problem obliging.   I dropped to my knees, just inside the door as Bob told me exactly what he wanted.  “Oh fuck yeah Craig, take my hard cock out and suck it.  I’ve been wanting that mouth on my cock again ever since you were over at the house.”

I unzipped his pants and let them fall to the floor.    His hard 7+ inches filled his black Calvin Klein trunks.   I pulled the waistband of them and peeled them down to his knees.   That beautiful of cock of his with its large plump head just stared at me, asking to be swallowed.  It had been many weeks since playing with another guy and I needed some cock…bad, so naturally I eagerly swallowed it and started sucking.

He grabbed my head and started working his cock in and out of my gullet.   I just closed my eyes and let him fuck my mouth, enjoying the feel of his thick meat pressing against my throat.   He abruptly stopped and pulled me by my arm.  “Let’s shower,” he commanded.

He undressed me and gave my cock a few tugs while we waited for the water to warm.   Then we made out under the warm spray as our firm cocks pressed against each other.   We quickly washed and dried and then he led me back out to the bed.   I was quite happy to see a tube of lube and condoms waiting on the nightstand.  Apparently we had similar ideas about what should happen next.  I pointed to the lube and condoms.  “I hope that means I get to feel your big cock in my tight ass,” I commented.

“Damn right,” he said as he pushed me down onto the bed.    He immediately pushed my legs back and attacked my clean hole with his tongue.  I pulled my knees back to give him access.  His tongue against my hole felt fantastic and I could tell by his moaning he was enjoying eating my ass as much as I was getting eaten.

Finally after several minutes he pulled away.  “So how do you like getting fucked?” he asked.

“Doggy,” I immediately responded.  It was my favorite position.  I didn’t have to do much work or deal with the discomfort associated with being on my back and holding my legs up.  Plus there was nothing more satisfying that a big strong man ramming his meat into me from behind, making me his bitch.

He pointed me towards an ottoman by the coach.  “Over there,” he pointed.  I stood up and he slapped my ass and squeezed it.   I looked down at his hard cock which was oozing precum.  I caught the long drip of sweet goo just before it dropped to the floor and brought it to my mouth.   Yum.

I grabbed a towel from the bed and draped it across the ottoman and lay myself across it and waited for Bob to mount me.   I could hear him unwrap a condom and roll it down his dick.   He put a sizable dollop of lube on my hole and knelt behind me.   I could feel his plump cock head pushing the lube against my hole.

When he first pushed past my sphincter, a jolt of pain shot through me but quickly subsided.  He sensed my pain and stopped, giving me time to adjust.  And then he gave me one of the best fuckings of my life.   The man could stay hard and fuck a long time.  He went slow.   He went fast.  He smacked my ass as he fucked me.   He reached under and gave my cock a squeeze or two.  He pinched my nipples.  All the while his thick headed cock was driving in and out of my ass, slowly driving me insane.   I couldn’t help but wonder if Cam had inherited his dad’s ability to fuck.  If so, Max was going to be one happy boy… and probably have a sore ass much of the time.

After an intense, sweaty 15 minutes I couldn’t take it any longer.  I HAD to cum.  I arched up slightly and started frantically beating my hard cock.   He took the cue and started pounding me as hard as he could.   We both came at the same time, yelling out.  I hoped the rooms beside him were empty, because there was no doubt within 50’ of us what had just gone down.

“Oh sweet jesus you are one hell of a fuck Craig,” he whispered.  “We have to do that again, soon.”   He pulled away and I could feel his cock slide from my ass.

I regained my breath and turned around to see his softening cock dangling, the end of the condom filled with a heavy load of man juice.   I grabbed the towel and pulled the condom off.   I just had to taste his seed.   I took his soft cock into my mouth and licked it clean.

“My what a good little bitch you are,” he told me smiling.  He was definitely appealing to my submissive side.

We took another shower and then lay in bed for a while, just gently stroking each other.  Until I looked at the clock and realized it was 4:30. “Oh shit!” I exclaimed, jumping up.  “I’m supposed to pick Max up in 30 minutes for his scuba lesson. Shit! Shit! Shit!”

Bob lay naked and watched me frantically get dressed and then walked me to the door.  He pulled me into one last kiss before I left.  “Have a good time with my future son-in-law,” he quipped and smacked me on the ass as I left.

***

I texted Max and told him to be ready to go because I was running late.    I blamed it on a meeting.  Which I guess in some ways it was a meeting.  One hell of one.

As I drove I wondered if I should bring up Cam’s dad being in the know or let Max share the news.  I decided I would let him drive the conversation, at least at first.

He surprised me when I picked him by informing me he had finished all the chapters in the dive book and was ready to take the final written test.   “I don’t think Richard will have it ready for you tonight.  I think he was planning on that for Saturday at the last lesson.”

“Yes he will,” he answered.  “I texted him and told him I had finished.”  Max never ceases to amaze me with how responsible he is.  

“You go Max.  Nice work man!” I told him. 

“Thanks,” he answered.  “So, um, you wanna hear about my week?”

“Sure.  Did you have fun at Noah’s on Sunday?  I saw you guys are running around outside.”

“Of course.  It was cool having Cam there.   I think he and Max are becoming friends too, which is awesome.”

“You better watch out Max, Noah might start putting the moves on Cam.”

“Oh shut up dufus,” he responded.  “Noah only thought he might be gay.  He’s not.”

“I know, I know.  I’m just trying to be funny.”

“I know that Craig.  Duh”

“So what else you do this week, other than read a shit ton of chapters in the dive book.”  I knew he had stuff to tell me from his visit to Cam’s, but I was playing dumb.

“Well, Cam and I worked out Tuesday at the gym and then I spent the night at his house.”

“Nice.  And did Cam’s mom make the mistake of leaving you two home alone again?”

“Mistake?  Why’s that a mistake? It’s GOOD that she wasn’t there.  I mean I think I was pretty loud when Cam fucked me,” he replied.  I could tell by his voice he was grinning and trying not to laugh.

“Wait? What?  Seriously?”

“Yup.  It was fucking awesome.  Why didn’t you tell me it feels so good to get fucked?”

“Me? What makes you think I’m an expert?”  The irony of that fact I knew exactly what he meant, personally experiencing even less than an hour before almost made me laugh out loud. “Didn’t Cam tell you that last week when you did him how great it was?”

“Well yeah, but I dunno, I figured he was just saying that to make feel awesome.  But it was GOOD, Craig, REALLY GOOD!”

“Ok Max, I believe you.   Was it pretty quick though?”  I figured Cam wouldn’t last long his first time doing it.

“Not really.  Cam can last a long time.  Way more than me anyway, for sure.  Always,” he told me. So there you go, Cam did get some of his dad’s fucking skills!

“I’m glad you liked it Max.  Not everyone does.  Some guys, um…from what I’ve read, only like to give or receive.  Sounds like you might be more of the type who likes to get it.”

“I liked the other way too, it was good.  But being on the bottom, was I dunno….”

“Mind blowing?”

“Yeah.  Exactly.”

“Ok Max.  Thanks for sharing,” I told him as we pulled into the pool parking lot.  

“I’ve got something else I have to tell you about,” he told me as he got out of the car.  “But I’ll save it for after the lesson ok?”  It made me smile that he was telling me everything.  I assumed the ‘something else’ was the whole hot tub scene with Bob outing them.

***

That was indeed the other “thing” that Max wanted to tell me about.  The lesson ran a little longer than expected, because Max had to past his test (he did, easily) and Richard went ahead and finished up all his pool work.  That meant we could scratch the last session on Saturday off our schedule.

On the way to dinner, Max told me about Cam’s dad finding out about them from hearing them in the Sauna a few weeks back.   He did tell me that Cam started to get upset, but he downplayed HOW upset he was, at least compared to the version I had gotten from Bob.   The great thing to me was that Max actually seemed excited that Bob knew and was ok with the sexualities.   He was smart enough to realize having at least one of Cam’s parents in the corner would make it easier when they decided to truly tell everyone.

I of course reminded Max that I would always be in his corner.  Over dinner, Max asked me for a favor.  Now that Saturday was free, he wanted to have Cam come over to his house and ‘hang out’.

“Hang out Max?”  I asked.

“You know what I mean.  Do you think you could maybe get my mom out of the house for me somehow?  I don’t know, have her over for dinner or something?”

“Oh great,” I sighed.   “Now you’re working me into your naughty adventures.”

“Please Craig,” he begged.  “I’m not going to see him for a whole week and I’m going to die of horniness on the trip I we don’t get one more… in.  You wouldn’t want me to die would you?”

“I think you’ll survive.  But I will see what I can do, OK.  I mean it IS against the law in Mexico for boys under the age of 16 to jerk off.  You know, being a strict catholic society and all.”

“What?  Really?” he replied, dumbfounded.   I just started dying laughing.  “Oh fuck me.  I can’t believe I almost believed you.”

***

As I drove from the restaurant, I asked Max if he had started packing yet.  He said he hadn’t and wasn’t even sure what all he even needed.  I gave him a few things to make sure to remember, but then I had an idea.  I had laid all my clothes for the trip out already.   I decided I could just swing by my house and he could see what all I was bringing.  Sometimes things are just easier to see visually.

I brought Max home with me and after he said his hellos to my wife I took him into my bedroom and into our sitting area where I had covered the small sofa with all of the clothes I had chosen to take along.  It was the basics, socks and underwear along with a couple pair of nice shorts, one pair of khakis and a mix of light weight polos and t-shirts to wear at night.  Of course Max’s attention went right to the stack of swim trunks, where my one speedo was on top.  “Nope, that’s it, trip cancelled,” he said picking them up and dangling them.  “No fucking way I can be seen with you in these, nope, no way!” he teased.

I grabbed them from his hand. “You’ll see me in these for all of 2 minutes amigo.  Those are just for wearing on the dive boat.  It’s a real pain in the ass trying to pull a wet suit up over regular trunks.”

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhh,” he said and then was quiet.  “Do I need some then?”

I shrugged.  “It wouldn’t hurt, I guess.  Though you’re a little bit thinner than I am.  You probably wouldn’t have much trouble squeezing yourself into a wetsuit, even with regular trunks.”

“Can we maybe go look for one?  Please?”

I can’t say no to this kid.  “Okay,” I quickly gave in.  “Maybe Saturday we can go to some sporting goods stores.  It’s getting late enough in the summer they are probably on sale.”

He surprised me by launching himself into my chest and squeezing me tight.  “You’re the best.”  I didn’t expect him to get that excited about a swim suit.

I felt a little guilty giving in to him and spoiling him so easily.  But, meh, he deserved it.  And… I certainly wouldn’t mind seeing him in a skimpy Speedo.  There was that.

***

You could say the kid had me wrapped around his little finger I guess, because not only did I take him shopping, I swung by and got Cam on the way.   He’d arranged for Cam to spend the night, which meant he was also still hoping I could get his mom out of their hair for a while so they could do what horny young gay lovers do. 

Speedo shopping was interesting.  First of all, it was well into the swim season, so there wasn’t the greatest selection at the local sporting goods store.   But there was still enough to choose from for wearing underneath a wetsuit.   I expected Max to gravitate to the longer ones that go down your legs, or at least the trunk style ones, but nope.  He and Cam both went straight for the racks with the bikini style speedos.   They quickly pulled out a few in Max’s size (adult small).  The Speedo branded ones that were left on the rack were all patterned and they skipped those (thankfully) and picked up some Adidas.  One was black and one was light blue and they both had stripes down one side.   “I like both of these,” Max said, looking up at me.  “Should I try them on first?”

“Yeah probably.  Just remember you have to leave your underwear, ok?  Otherwise we have to buy them.  Nobody wants them once they’ve touched your junk.”

Cam looked at me and grinned.  “I would,” he whispered and laughed.

Cam followed Max into the dressing room while I waited outside.  It was not very busy, so thankfully, nobody else was in there.   They were in there for several minutes, almost long enough that I was starting to wonder if they weren’t starting their planned evening activities a little early.  I heard some giggling and Cam comment ‘Oh yeah, those!”  

They came out finally and Max was holding up the light blue ones with white stripes.   “These are the winners, and they are cheap, look.”  I scoped out the tag.  They were marked down to $12 from the original $40.   Such a deal.  Only $12 and I get to see Max decked out in a really nice Speedo.  I wondered how the front of this pair was cut.  Some speedos are cut to hide any bulges from the guys junk. Others seem to lift it all up to show it off.  I couldn’t wait to find out.

***

I took the boys to an burger joint and got them some food after we paid for Max’s new swimwear.   The restaurant was Max’s idea actually.  If I got his mom to come eat with me and my wife, then the boys needed an excuse not to go along.    As they ate (and I had a beer), Max couldn’t stop talking about the upcoming trip.  He talked so much and so excitedly about it, I could tell Cam was starting to get a little down that he was being left behind. 

“Hey Max,” I finally said interrupting him.  “I think it’s a little rude to be talking so much about our trip in front Cam who doesn’t get to go.  At least not this time,” I added, smiling at Cam.  “Let’s talk about something else.”

Max slid over and gave Cam a hug from the side.  “Sorry,” he whispered.  Cam took his hand and gave it a squeeze.

***

I dropped the boys off at Max’s house and went inside.  I told Stacy that my wife and I were grabbing some dinner at a local English Pub and invited her to go along.   When she agreed to go, Max, who was out of her sight, gave me a huge smile and two thumbs up.   She tried to get the boys to go, but I explained they were starving when we were out and I went ahead and fed them.  “It will be nice to have a grown up dinner anyway,” I told her.  

After I left, Max and Cam had both sent me texts via Snapchat thanking me for getting them some alone time.   I felt a little devious being part of their plot.  I was definitely going to have to tell them not to expect me to keep being their wingman on a regular basis.  It would eventually get me into trouble.

***

We had a nice dinner at the pub which was a little crowded and somewhat slow.  I am sure Max and Cam didn’t mind having the extra time.   When we were leaving, I sent them both a message via Snapchat that Max’s mom would soon be home: “Put your dicks away boys, your mom is heading home.” 

Cam sent back a picture of the two of them on Max’s bed.  They were on their backs, shirtless, with their arms around each other.  And they had huge smiles on their faces.  “Got it!  Were good. Thanks Craig!” was the message accompanying the picture.

Oh yeah, one more thing.  They looked sweaty.  Very sweaty.

***

Stacy dropped Max off at our house Sunday night.  Our flight left very early Monday morning and it just made more sense for him to crash at our place.   There was no logic in making his mom get up at 4 in the morning too.

She shed a few tears saying goodbye to her baby, but Max was really good about reassuring her he would call and text often.   Thankfully cell service in Mexico is practically as good as home these days.

***

Max was already up and dressed by the time my wife and I managed to drag ourselves out of bed.  The alarm came way too early.  He was sitting on our couch, bags at his feet, shoes on, ready to walk out the door.  “I was so excited I just couldn’t sleep any longer,” he explained when he saw how surprised I was that he was already up and ready.  It was really cute how excited he was.

The one good thing about early morning flights is that at least the traffic is light.   We were at the airport in twenty minutes and through security and at our gate in another 25.

I led us to some seats in the corner away of the gate area, away from the masses.  There was something I wanted to talk to Max about before we left.  “Max, there is one quick thing I wanted to talk to you about before we get to Mexico.”

“Yeah?”

“Well, I think it would just be less complicated if we told people you were my nephew.  You know, should anyone ask.  It just seems easier to explain than you just being a friend and all.  OK?”

He shrugged.  “I guess, but wouldn’t it be even easier if I just pretended to be your kid?”

“Hmmm. Well, the only thing is all the bartenders and staff at this resort know us pretty well, and they know I don’t have a son.”

He was quiet for a minute, clearly thinking.  “Well, you could have had a son and just didn’t know it.  From like a one night stand or something.   You could have just found out about me recently and we are going on this trip to bond or something.   Or you could have just adopted me or something.”

“You really want to be my son for a few days huh?” I asked.  I was surprised at the level of thought he had just put into coming up with a semi-plausible story.

He looked at me with a solemn expression.  “Yes.  Please?  Can I?”  Sad puppy dog eyes followed.

How could I say no to him?  I could explain later if I needed to.  I put my arm around him.  “OK then… son… let’s have a great bonding trip then.”

He reached across and hugged me the best that he could from the side.   “Thanks, dad.”

We’d be bonding all right.   In ways I never would have imagined at that moment.