Max’s Freudian Slip - Chapter #21
by craigpnifty@protonmail.com
Author’s notes:
It seems appropriate that I am submitting this pivotal chapter on New Year’s Eve 2019. It was a year ago when the idea for this story was sparked by a cute 13 year old attending a neighbor’s party admitting he would rather have a boyfriend than a girlfriend. I am hoping “Max” is at this year’s party so I can see if his 2019 was as eventful as the one I imagined for him. If he is there, I am trying to decide if I will be daring enough to ask him if he found a boyfriend this year ;)
When I started this tale, I had hoped to pen and submit the final chapter by 31 Dec 2019. That would have been very apropos. But alas, you’ll have to bear with me a bit further into 2020.
Happy new year to all!
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Chapter 21 – Crossing the line
Our next two days in Cozumel were fairly busy and passed quickly. We slept late the first day, catching up from the prior long day of travel and unexpected amount of resort fun before getting picked up by the dive boat at the resort pier. Max, as you would probably expect at this point after listening to me gloat about him for 20 chapters, killed it on our dives. Adrian, the dive master assigned to finish Max’s lessons, was very impressed with his skills and attention to detail.
He wasn’t nearly as impressed with his other student. When we first got on the boat, I was pleased to see another boy Max’s age on board. I thought it would be cool for Max to have another boy along who was also finishing his certification. Not only that, the boy was kind of cute. He actually reminded me a bit of Cam.
But, by the end of the first afternoon, I would have liked to thrown the little fucker and his shit-head dad overboard. They seemed fine until we got to our first dive site and started to gear up. Charlie, the boy who looked like Cam, evidently found it hilarious that Max and I were wearing Speedos underneath our standard swim trunks. I didn’t see it, but Max told me between dives about him snickering at us and pointing and whispering to his dad. Max said they both were grinning and laughing. So, yeah, that tells you everything you need to know about them.
I’ve not encountered many assholes like them while diving. Scuba diving is serious business and nobody has time for such nonsense. It’s like hiking, backpacking, rock climbing and any other outdoorsy sport where there is some element of risk danger. You can’t worry about someone catching a glimpse of you in your underwear or naked. Most people who do these kinds of things just don’t tend to have such hang-ups. There is a camaraderie amongst participants that usually transcends such pettiness. But with these two rednecks from Texas? Not so much.
I have to hand it to Max though. He very cleverly rubbed it back in their faces. When we were done with our second dive, he didn’t bother to put his regular trunks back on. He just hung out on the boat in nothing but his Speedo, flaunting both his bravado AND his amazingly toned body.
Adrian was quite happy when we dropped them back off at their resort. Not only were they asses on the boat, they actually grabbed a turtle on our second dive. Touching animals is considered a huge breach of scuba etiquette, especially sea turtles which are protected. After they were gone, it was nice to hear Adrian compliment Max on his first day. He told him he would be a great diver and that he would enjoy diving with him in the future. Even without mentioning Charlie, it was very apparent that he was contrasting the two students.
***
I hindsight I realize that it was foolish of me to be surprised (given Max’s nudist history), but I must admit I was caught off guard when Max strutted back into the resort in just his low-cut blue Speedo. He didn’t bother to put on a shirt or his other swimmers. “You really going back in wearing just that?” I asked him as we walked up the concrete pier towards the resort.
“Hey, if you got it flaunt it, right?” was his answer. I couldn’t help but laugh. God! I love this kid and his personality. But he was right. He definitely had ‘it’. I had been admiring ‘it’ myself on the boat. After we dropped off Charlie and his dad, the captain let him climb up on the roof as we drove the last couple miles back to our resort. He was truly a thing of beauty I thought as I admired him from the back of the boat. I was actually proud of myself for not getting horny ogling him. At least on this occasion, it was more a case of appreciating the beauty of his well built body. I thought to myself that a painting of him sitting atop the boat cover would actually be quality art.
Once back inside the resort, Max garnered some immediate attention elsewhere too. We walked by the volleyball court and the girls from Chile couldn’t help but stare. I think one even whistled at him. They quickly tried to lure Max into the game but Max told them that we were starving and needed food first. The best part for me was watching Peter, who was also in the game, get frustrated with their immediate interest in Max. Poor Peter was trying so hard (I surmised, anyway) and they were blowing him off. Max acts like he doesn’t care and they are all over him.
While we ate burgers from the snack bar I asked Max about the girls and gently suggested that maybe he would like to at least sample an offering from the “other team”. They were, as teenage girls go, pretty damn hot. He quickly turned up his nose at me and quietly made some snide comment about ‘smelly pussy.’ I guess the boy is pretty much 100% gay, huh?
***
Given Max’s athleticism and interest in sports, I would have expected that he would have had a natural affinity towards Peter. But as it turns out, he seemed much more drawn towards the quieter, ganglier twin. Perhaps Peter’s constant focus on picking up girls was more than Max wanted to deal with? After we ate, Max passed on playing volleyball in favor of seeking out Eduardo at the main pool. I followed and we ended up finding Eduardo and the rest of their family in the pool, playing pool volleyball. Eduardo and Marcelo were both happy to see Max and Max even got a hug from the little guy.
Several kids, including Sebastian, were playing volleyball and I soon had most of them in stitches with my usual bits of sarcasm and teasing. I had forgotten how cute Sebastian was, but playing behind him gave me a nice view of his rather round plump ass. There were a few other boys I hadn’t met that weren’t bad looking either.
***
If Max and Eduardo’s journey to friendship wasn’t already underway, it was truly cemented that night when Eduardo came along with us to get tacos. We weren’t able to secure reservations that night at the resort as we were out diving, so I planned to take Max into town to one of my favorite taco joints.
When Andres told me they were going to the seafood restaurant that night, but that Eduardo hated seafood and would probably end up at the buffet afterwards, it was a no brainer to invite him to come along with us. I was worried for a brief moment that Max might be upset at me for inviting someone else along that might possibly eat into his “Craig time”, but the grin on his face when he heard me ask Andres told me I was in the clear.
We had a great night in town. The tacos were amazing and I think having a Mexican along made Max a little less uncomfortable. The taco places I go to usually are not frequented by many gringos, though it’s never a problem. You know you found some good cheap eats when lots of locals are packing the place.
Max got a Snapchat from Cam while we were there that was a picture of Cam and Noah. The two boys were hanging out. Sometimes a person’s worlds can collide uncomfortably. But in the case of Max, Cam and Noah, it appeared that worlds were neatly merging. Max didn’t act like he was bothered missing out either. He was happy that they were having as much fun, (well, almost as much fun) as he was. We even snapped them back a picture of the three of us at the taco stand.
We sent and posted several more pictures as we walked all over town. I took pictures of the boys by the colorful “COZUMEL” letters, by the fountain on the square, by the clock tower, etc. The way they posed, making funny poses and faces, as well as some with their arms around each other’s shoulders would have you thinking the two boys had been friends forever. You would never know they had just met the day before on the van. I couldn’t quite figure out what it was that drew the two together, but I was happy that Eduardo was adding to entire experience of the trip for Max. It’s a bit of what I hoped for when I saw Charlie on the dive boat initially, before I realized he was a putz. I didn’t mind having Eduardo around either. He was a really nice boy and he was helping teach both Max and I some Spanish (especially some new slang).
***
The second day of diving was much like the first, only this time Max didn’t even bother wearing anything other than his Speedo and swim shirt onto the boat. He told me was hell bent on rubbing his “look” into the faces of Charlie and his dad. (He also mentioned that he thought Cam would appreciate a Speedo tan line, which I couldn’t help but to agree with). If they only knew he was actually gay and liked cock, I am sure those two rednecks would have flipped!
When we dropped Charlie and his dad off after our dives, Max rather ceremoniously flipped them off after they turned, one last time, to smirk at us as they walked towards their resort. I shouldn’t have encouraged him, but I couldn’t help but laugh. The boat captain and Adrian the dive master even laughed. I swear - everyone likes Max.
That night, I finally got to cut loose a little bit. We had a couple days off from diving, so I didn’t have to worry about drinking too much alcohol. I had several beers as we played in the pool (water polo again as well as some stupid pool games). I was already feeling pretty good by the time we sat down for dinner and the two rather strong mojitos with our meal only enhanced my buzz.
The show that night was a trivia contest. Both Andres and I ended up on stage. Max sat with Andres’ family in the audience and rooted us on. Naturally he sat between Eduardo and Marcelo. Well, to be more accurate, half the time I looked out Marcelo was actually in Max’s lap. That little guy really took a liking to my young friend.
Trivia night was a new thing since I was last here. I wish I had known the rules before I volunteered to be part of “Team Tequila”. (The other team was “Team Boracho”). If I had known the rules, I might have passed, or at least not have ordered a 3rd mojito from the bartender at the theater before the game started. The basic theme of the trivia contest was drinking. Buzz in too early: drink. Get a question wrong: drink. Not answer in time: drink. It was a basically a flavored kool-aid like drink watered down with cheap tequila, but still, after a few misses, things were getting fuzzy. Of course the emcee did his best to make us all the butt of jokes for the benefit of the audience. Max loved it of course – watching me make an ass out of myself gave him the giggles.
I thought he might be annoyed when it was all over and I was pretty hammered, but he mostly found it amusing. He’d seen his parents drunk a few times, so I don’t think it was exactly a new thing for him – just new in that it was me. I still felt a little bad. Andres and I exchanged a drunk good night hug and Max and I headed back to our room. I’m sure my path was a little windier than Max’s, but I still made it fine and after briefly leaning against the wall just inside the door, I regained my composure and willed myself into the shower.
I was pretty drunk, but not so far gone I don’t remember getting myself to bed. I might have dozed for a few seconds while sitting on the shower bench letting the warm water flow over me. But the shower felt nice. It was a very humid night and I was sweating buckets up on stage under the lights. I’m sure part of my sweat was probably composed at least partially of rum from the mojitos. The shower revived my senses enough for me to wisely down some Advil to down before bed. I also grabbed a tall bottle of water and sat it on the nightstand, knowing I would need something to drink in a few more hours, being dehydrated from the booze. One thing I didn’t bother to do was find something to sleep in. Considering Max hadn’t bothered with PJs for the last couple of nights, I just said fuck it and crawled into bed naked. I remember hearing Max turn on the shower and then I was out.
***
I never sleep through the night when I go to bed hammered, and this night was no different. I woke the first time about one a.m. and then again at four. I guzzled water both times and remember thinking I felt pretty good when I stirred the second time, all things considered. I lay awake long enough to briefly fantasize about some of the boys who were playing water volleyball earlier in the day, including Sebastian of course. I felt good enough that my cock even began to respond to my perverted daydreaming, reminding me I was naked. I peeked over at Max, who was on his edge of the bed, sleeping peacefully. I quietly got up, used the bathroom and downed more Advil before crawling back into bed.
Several hours later I awoke from a bizarre and vivid dream involving the aforementioned young lad (Sebastian) and his mother. In a scene that must have been inspired by them approaching us in the café that first day, Sebastian’s mom came charging up to me accusing me of being Sebastian’s father and demanding back child support. (I have no doubt that Max’s suggestion of being my son for this trip played a role in this dream’s genesis as well). Apparently, she said we conceived him the last time we were there. (Never mind that was two years ago and Sebastian was already nine years old. With alcohol fueled dreams, logic can clearly be bent.) She basically pulled me out of the café as I resisted, telling me she could absolutely prove that Sebastian was my son.
In my dream, she took me to their room, which somehow was just around the corner where Sebastian was calmly waiting, sitting on the bed. He motioned me over and when I stood in front of him, said a quiet hello. “Go ahead and show your DAD” his mom demanded.
Without any hesitation, Sebastian unzipped my pants, fished out my cock and took it into his cute mouth. “SEE!” his mother exclaimed after a few seconds of his sucking me to stiffness. “He couldn’t be sucking your cock if he wasn’t your son now could he?” How that was supposed to be logical is beyond me. How does one’s brain think of this shit?
Anyway, as this rather bizarre dream continued, Sebastian has my cock in his throat and I am leaning over him pushing my hand inside his underwear trying to grope his plump ass. I’ve only had a few sexy boy dreams in my life, but his one might have been the best yet.
As often happens, as your dream is a reaching the climax, you wake up. I did this time too, feeling euphoric from the incredibly hot scene I had been dreaming. I woke just in time to realize that one aspect of the dream was not only happening inside my brain. I realized an actual warm mouth was wrapped around my cock. I opened my eyes to see Max’s side of the bed empty and a large mound under the covers next to me. I gasped as I felt my jizz explode from my cock into Max’s mouth as I realized what was happening.
***
I remained silent for a few seconds as I tried to wrap my head around what had just occurred. I couldn’t believe Max would have the audacity to suck me off in my sleep. A mix of emotions ran through my head. I was mostly shocked, a little big angry, but also slightly excited. The initial orgasmic bliss was quite short lived however, and quickly gave way to a mix of shock and anger. Finally, I spoke. “JESUS….FUCKING….CHRIST!” I said rather emphatically, trying to emphasize my discontent.
That got Max out from under the covers, but apparently he didn’t take my comment the way I meant it. He grinned at me, wiped his chin and then answered, “That good huh?”
“Oh Jesus, Max,” I answered, sitting up slightly and pulling at my hair. “No. Yeah. I mean I think it felt good but I meant Jesus Fucking Christ what the hell were you thinking?”
“Huh,” he answered looking at me puzzled.
“What made you think it would be a good idea to suck my fucking dick Max?” I asked him, this time my anger becoming more apparent.
He looked at me in surprise and appeared confused. “YOU did!” he replied sharply.
“Me? When?” I briefly wondered if I had said something last night when I was drunk that he construed as permission. But that wasn’t it.
“Back in Madison. Remember? You said you’d love getting woken up by having your dick sucked. As long as it was by someone you liked.”
“Yeah, so?” I didn’t think he would have taken that to mean him.
“Well, you like ME, right? So?”
I closed my eyes and threw my head back. “No! No! No!” I cried. “That’s not what I meant.”
“You don’t like me?” he asked, apparently still confused.
I let out a heavy sigh. “OF COURSE I like you Max. I freaking love you, ok? But we’re not supposed to be having sex. You’re just a kid and I’m an old man. Shit! Shit! Shit! I don’t want to end up sharing a cell with your dad, man. Understand?”
He was silent for quite a while. “But I’m 14! I’m not a little boy!” he retorted.
“Yeah, great!” I answered sarcastically. “Tell that to the judge at my sentencing.”
I could tell he was getting frustrated. His voice was getting louder and his face was reddening. “What happened to me being in charge of my body and using it how I want? Huh?”
“WHAT???” I replied. I had no idea what he was talking about.
“You told me Cam and I should be able to send naked pictures if we want because it was our bodies and we should be able to do what we want with them. So, I WANTED to give you a blow job. Is that so wrong?” Then he added in more of a sad mumble, “I thought you’d like it.”
That gave me pause. I realized he had done this because he wanted to make me happy. It’s hard to be angry at someone with good intentions. So I took a few deep breaths to try to calm myself. I pulled him to me and put my arm around him. “Sorry I yelled. But Max, man, this is SO messed up. What made you think about that even?”
“You told me you thought boys were cute and all. You said you would have showed ME how to give a blow job if it weren’t illegal and didn’t hurt anyone. Remember?” Damn. I think he remembered more about our talk in Madison than I did. I had almost forgotten how much I had shared.
“Jesus, I guess I did, didn’t I. But it IS illegal Max. And it might be harmful too.”
“How was that hurting anything? I liked it. You liked it. At least I think you did.”
I shook my head. “I wasn’t awake for enough to know to be honest, but yes, I came pretty hard. But don’t you think our relationship might be a wee bit different now? Corrupted? Awkward?”
“Not really,” he shrugged. “It was just a BJ Craig.”
I realized I was probably partially to blame for his casual attitude towards sex. “You don’t get it Max,” I answered.
He looked at me puzzled. His big blue eyes stared up at me waiting for me to explain to him why our friendship might have just cosmically shifted. His hand had found my chest hair and was playing with it, as he had done back in Madison when we talked. I was struggling to figure out how to explain things to him.
“I know it doesn’t seem like much to you, but it’s a big deal to me Max. I’m the one that has to live with this over my head now, constantly worrying about someone finding out about what just happened. About being found out. About you getting a few years older and blaming me for somehow tricking you into doing that.”
“But you didn’t trick me. At all! I wanted to do that.”
“You might think that now. But a few years when you’re older you might look back and think I spent all this time with you, talked about sex with you, gave you instructions on how to suck a dick for god’s sake, all just to get into your pants.”
“That’s stupid. You didn’t do ANY of that,” he replied. Then he added, somewhat questioningly,
“Did you?”
“No! Of course not. But that’s not how it would look to someone on the outside, or to your mom. They’ll say I’ve been grooming you to think it was ok to have sex with me. They’ll say I brainwashed you to think that. When you’re older you might even think that yourself. Then you’ll hate me just like everyone else in the world would hate me if they truly knew what I was on the inside.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“Argggh! Don’t you get it Max? I told you I thought boys were cute. Don’t you get what I meant? I’m a fucking pedophile Max!” I practically yelled. “I like boys. Get it? Boys like you. Even boys younger than you. I read stories on the internet about men fucking boys. I looked at pictures of boys in swimsuits. I jerk off thinking about boys. That’s why I love hearing you tell me about you and Cam and Spencer and Ian. Jesus. Don’t you get it?”
“No you’re not! Pedos are like guys that steal kids and MAKE them do things. Or do things to kids who are too little,” he challenged me. “You know, like my dad with those little girls.”
“Yes, Max, exactly like your dad. The only difference between him and I is that I never did anything with boys. Well until now anyway. Dude, it’s like I’ve been running a marathon my whole life, trying to not do something I would regret, and now it’s like I tripped over my shoe lace a half mile from the finish line.”
“Oh,” he said, looking down. “Sorry.”
“Shit Max,” I answered, “Now I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to make you feel bad.”
“I know,” he murmured, still stroking my chest. I rubbed his arm and back as we lay silent. It just dawned on me we were both still naked. I wondered what was going through his mind, me just having laid out everything for him very clearly. Would he hate me now? Second guess my intentions?
Neither of us spoke for several minutes while we lay next to each other. Finally he broke the silence. “You know I really WANTED to do that right? I REALLY like sucking dick Craig. I’ve loved everyone’s I’ve sucked on so far. And, honestly, I’ve actually been thinking about playing with yours ever since the first night at the restaurant when I checked you out in the bathroom. I’ve even jerked off thinking about sucking your dick, ok? So I’m just a big of pervert as you are.”
His comment actually made me laugh. I had been thinking about his cock ever since I first spied it back in January too. And I also of course love to suck cock. We actually had a lot in common. My laughter undoubtedly caught him by surprise after such a serious admission. “What?” he said looking up at me. “Why are you laughing? I’m serious?”
“I know,” I said. “It just struck me as funny because I’ve been thinking about playing with your dick ever since that night too.” I regretted telling him that as soon as the words left my mouth. I was just digging a deeper hole.
His response surprised me. He leaned up a little bit and looked at me with a serious face. “Then you should do it Craig.”
“Do what?”
“Play with mine. Really! Why shouldn’t you get to do something you’ve been wanting to do your whole life at least once.” While he was talking he had crawled to his knees. Before I could even answer he had thrown one leg over my chest and plopped his smooth ass down into the middle of my patch of chest hair. “Go ahead. Suck me! I won’t tell anyone. I swear.”
I looked up into his big blue eyes. He was looking down at me with as serious of a face as he could make. I glanced down at his teen cock, now slightly plump and resting just above my chest, a few inches from my face. I felt myself swallow. Was this really happening?
Now maybe if Max didn’t have the sexiest Speedo tan line, I could have resisted the temptation…
Maybe if his shaved dick didn’t remind me of friends I blew when I was 12, I might have pushed him off of me...
Maybe if there wasn’t a large drop of sweet precum still oozing from his piss hole, just begging to be tasted, I could have stopped myself…
Maybe if he didn’t respond with “taste good daddy?” when I gathered that drop of precum on my finger and licked it I might have stopped right there…
But I didn’t. Two and half decades of frustration were released on Max’s teen cock. I opened my mouth and pulled him towards me. He lurched forward and practically shoved his smooth teen cock into my waiting mouth. My hands wrapped around him, gripping his firm muscular butt as his stiffening rod pressed against the roof of my mouth. “Oh God!!!!!!! YAASSSS Craig, don’t stop,” I heard him moan. I knew this was wrong, but at that point I couldn’t stop myself. I’d wanted this for too long. I’d tortured myself for too long fantasizing about a moment such as this to stop.
The feel of Max’s four inches or so in my mouth immediately took me back to being fed my Cousin James’ cock in the park bathroom at our family reunion when I was 12 and he 13. Or maybe it was the cock of my 7th grade locker partner (Stan) that it reminded me of. All I know is that I couldn’t get enough of it. I wanted to feel and taste every part of this amazing boy’s body. My mouth raced all over as I couldn’t decide which part to lick next? The head? The shaft? His perfectly smooth balls? My tongue danced madly as a new part of his genitals seemingly begged for attention as soon as my mouth had made contact with the last part I thought to work. I am sure it was the most schizophrenic blow job of his life.
My hands weren’t idle either. They were all over his taut ass and back as well as his hairless muscular legs and chest. This boy’s body was near perfection. I rubbed his shaved pubic area with delight - taking me back to more childhood play experiences, this time younger before any of my friends had sprouted pubes. My heart was racing. I could feel it pumping against his hairless ass.
His cock was rock hard now and leaking. I was amazed at how much of the delightful juice he could produce at his young age. I had been going at him phrenetically for a few minutes and finally took the time to look back up into his eyes. I was worried my face had the look of a crazed pervert, because that is what I felt like at the moment, considering the pent up desires of twenty-five years were coming out in a crazy attack of passion. But he just looked down at me and smiled and told me to keep going.
I pulled his ass towards me to force his cock deeper into my mouth. It was just long enough to tickle my throat. He started thrusting. My hands gripped the globes of his ass and helped him with the motion. I began flicking my tongue as his stiff member darted in and out of my mouth. His moaning told me he loved the new sensation. He was really revved up now, humping at a fast pace. My hands released his ass to give him the freedom to control things. I thought he might slow down, but he only attacked my mouth faster, his balls slapping my stubble covered chin and his bare stomach pressing against my nose.
Max had always told me how he comes much faster than Cam. And true to form it wasn’t long before he was there. “Oh shit Craig, oh shit!” he declared, way too soon for my liking. “I’m going to cum.”
I gripped his ass cheeks with both hands and tried to slow him down. I stopped flicking my tongue. I wanted to do everything I could to make this last longer, but it was no use; he was too far past the brink. One more shout of “ahhhhhhhh,” from Max and he froze. Three quick hefty jets of teenage cum squirted against the back of my mouth. I tried my best to taste it before having to swallow it, but didn’t get much sense of the flavor before having to take it down.
The next two releases pooled on my tongue though and allowed me to savor the taste for longer. It was the most special thing I’ve tasted in a very long time. Max rolled off me and flopped onto his back, panting. I swallowed the last of his seed and looked over at him and gave him a smile, which he returned.
“Thanks,” was all I could think to say as my mind rather quickly went back to worry and a bit of guilt.
“I should thank you,” he answered. “I’ve been so fucking horny since we left and that felt so good.”
“It couldn’t possibly have felt better than that did for me. Thanks Max. Brought back a lot of great memories,” I said before pausing, trying to figure out how to do damage control on this whole situation. “But…..”
“But what?” he asked.
“It was great, but we really can’t do that again? OK? I loved that you gave me that opportunity, but we just can’t, ok?”
“Yeah, I know,” he answered.
“And you can’t tell a soul Max. Nobody. Not even Cam.” He chuckled, which surprised me. It was a very serious request. “What? I wasn’t joking.”
“Cam would be jealous. He thinks you’re a hunk.”
“Max! Stop! I’m serious. My life could depend on you keeping it a secret.”
“OK,” he shrugged. “But I’m telling you he wouldn’t care.”
“Max!” I said giving him a look.
“Ok,” he relented.
“Max,” I said again, more solemnly and rolling slightly to him.
“Yeah?”
“I love you buddy. I really do.”
“Me too”
And we locked in an embrace for several seconds as a happy tear or two rolled down my cheeks.
Finally he let go. He reached down and grabbed my cock, which was hard as a rock. I hadn’t even paid any attention to my own hard-on. “You got quite a boner. You really should take care of that,” he said as he climbed from bed and walked off towards the bathroom, wiggling his white ass at me. I couldn’t help but laugh and smirk. Where did this kid get this personality?
As I listened to Max’s piss cause the toilet to ring, I grabbed a towel from the floor and pushed the blanket down. My cock was pointing up at me, leaking profusely and begging for attention. I gripped it and gave it a few strokes and immediately blasted a load all over the towel and my chest. Jesus, I must have been really worked up.
***
Once the euphoria of perhaps the most exciting sexual experience of my life wore off, two things set in. The first was the bit of a headache and icky feeling from having over done the booze the night before. The second was just a twinge of new found guilt. There was no doubt in my mind that Max was just as willing, probably more so even than I, to do what we did. But still, I couldn’t help but to feel like I’d done something wrong.
Had I perhaps really manipulated this whole situation in hopes of having what just happened to come to fruition? I told myself I was being silly. I never intended anything beyond perhaps some lucky ogling at a urinal or locker room when I began this relationship with Max. I’d never taken it this far before, and had plenty of opportunities with boys I’ve coached or volunteered with. “Stop beating yourself up” I tried to tell myself, unsuccessfully.
I was nervous. What if he couldn’t keep it a secret? What if he changed his mind about just how willing a participant he was? What if he wanted more and more? I even considered that he could blackmail me now if he wanted, but told myself that was absurd.
I spent the day mostly laying poolside and drinking nothing but sprite and water while I recovered from my hangover and pondered the precarious situation I had just put myself into. Max tried to get me to come play water polo and volleyball, but I told him I didn’t really feel like it. I meant mostly because of the hangover, but I was also a little down on myself and didn’t feel like having fun. “Ok,” he shrugged off after asking the second time, a little perturbed.
Luckily Eduardo was around and he and Max spent all morning together and most of the afternoon. I did get off the lounger long enough to eat lunch with them and listened to them joke and banter and make fun of Peter for his ongoing inability to get anywhere with ANY of the girls he kept trying to hit on.
***
I actually had a long nap in a poolside hammock and woke up just before five PM. The nap did me wonders. My hangover was gone and it cleared my head of my worries, at least for the time being. I felt refreshed. Max and I had early dinner reservations so I went to try to find him. He wasn’t in the main pool, nor was he playing volleyball at the beach. I went back to our room and he wasn’t there either. I was actually getting slightly concerned. When I went back down to the pool area, Eduardo and Marcelo were having a snack in the snack bar with their grandparents.
“Hey Eduardo, have you seen Max lately,” I asked.
“No!” he answered in an uncharacteristically sharp tone that caused me pause. “Not for long time,” he added before turning away from me. That was weird, I thought to myself. He was definitely giving me a cold shoulder.
I went back to the beach area and looked again. There I finally found my young friend. He was sitting on the edge of the deck of the pool bar, looking blankly out to sea. “There you are,” I said. “You’re a hard guy to find,” I added.
He looked up to me. “Yeah, I guess,” he mumbled. Hmm. Something was definitely off. I wondered if something happened with him and Eduardo, given how cold his friend had been to me.
“Well, we got to be getting ready for dinner and then guess what?” I said.
“What,” he mumbled, slowly getting to his feet.
“Tonight is the men vs. women show. You’ll love it.”
“Ok cool,” he mumbled without any hint of excitement.
“You ok,” I finally asked as his morose mood continued as we walked to our room.
“Fine,” he answered sharply in a tone that told me I probably should give him some space.
***
I let Max shower first and then suggested he give Cam and his mom a call while I got ready. I hoped one of them could maybe ease him out of his funk.
Of course I was at a loss at what was wrong, but I couldn’t help but assume it had something to do with what had happened in bed that morning. Had it taken a few hours to sink in that his trusted mentor had confessed to wanting to molest little boys? Had he already blabbed and was feeling guilty about it? It had me worrying all over again.
He was quiet all through dinner, despite my best efforts at conversation. He had checked in with Cam and Noah but not his mom – she was busy, but neither of his friends apparently did much to improve his spirits. I hadn’t seen him in a mood anything like this since the morning after his sleepover with Noah and Cam, when he thought Noah was upset with him for being gay. And he was much worse now than he was that day.
“Ready to go to the show then?” I asked as we left the restaurant.
“Can we just go back to the room,” he asked. “Don’t really feel like a show tonight.”
“OK,” I agreed, disappointed. I thought the show might cheer him up. It’s the funniest, best one. I was also sad as it meant he would miss it altogether on this trip as they only do it once a week.
I decided on the way up the elevator that I was going to sit him down and find out what was happening inside his little mind.
***
As soon as we got to the room I pulled him over to the couch and sat down with him. “Ok Max, you HAVE to tell me what’s going on. Are you upset about this morning?” He shook his head. “What is it then? You’re not getting sick are you?” I felt his forehead. He shook his head again.
“Could we just go back home, like tomorrow?” he asked, tears welling up in his eyes.
“Huh? What? Are you homesick Max?” I couldn’t believe he would actually miss home that much.
“No, I feel fine. Just everyone here hates me.”
“What are you talking about Max? Nobody hates you.”
“You do!” he said, speaking up rather loudly out of nowhere.
“What? I don’t hate you. Why would you even think that?”
“You barely talked to me all day and wouldn’t do any games and stuff. You are mad about what we did, aren’t you?” he replied, a tear running down his face on each side.
“Max! No! Dude. I was quiet and chilling because I was hung-over. That’s all. I was pretty drunk last night, remember? I did have a lot on my mind with what we did, but Max, I love you just as much as ever. Maybe even more.” I wrapped him in my arms and squeezed him tight. I kissed his blond mop.
“Really? You’re not mad.”
“No. Not at all. I’m sorry I gave you that impression.” I hugged him tighter and ran my hand up and down his back. “Now who else do you think hates you?”
“Eduardo. Peter. And probably their whole family by now.”
I eased up on my hug. “What are you talking about? Eduardo and you were cracking up at lunch.”
“Yeah, but that was before we did …. stuff.”
“Stuff?”
“Yeah. You know. Sex stuff.”
“What?” He caught me off guard. I was shocked.
He spoke quietly, looking down. “We came up here and jacked each other off. While you were crashed in the hammock, but I swear he wanted to. But then he acted all weird and ran off and then I tried to hang with him later and he told me to get away from him. So then I went to the beach to play volleyball and then Peter told me to get lost too.”
“What made you think Eduardo would want to play around? I didn’t get a gay vibe from him at all.”
Max told me he instantly had a gay vibe about Eduardo from the moment he sat next to him in the van. He said he’s made lots of small grins and smirks at him and initiated a lot of extra contact playing water polo. He said he was pretty sure he might have even pulled down his Speedo one day during water polo on purpose. Then what he told me next really surprised me. Evidently, a couple days before, on the day Eduardo hurt his elbow falling in the bathroom, the two of them used the urinals side by side and Eduardo put on an extended show peeling with his foreskin back and forth several times.
“I was going to invite him up to the room right then Craig. I was sure he wanted to do stuff, but then he slipped and got hurt so I couldn’t. So today, I asked him if he wanted to come up with me to get my phone and he said yes. He was clearly happy to come up here.”
This story was getting interesting. “Ok, then what happened,” I asked.
“So we got up here and I opened the translator on my phone. I asked him what Marcelo was pointing out the day we got here and changed. I figured it might be a good way to start talking about dicks and stuff.”
“And?”
“Well, you were right. Marcelo was pointing at me because he thought my dick looked funny without skin. So then I typed out a joke. I said in the translator,” he began, making air quotes. “It wasn’t because my penis was so big? So then Eduardo laughed. Then he typed back: Yours isn’t really that big.”
I could tell Max’s mood was improving slightly just from sharing this story with me. “Hmmm,” I said. “It certainly seems he had taken time to look. So what happened next?”
He continued. “Well, I got bold. I stood up and pushed down my trunks and said ‘This isn’t big? You’re loco’”
“Oh no! And he freaked out I guess?”
“No, not at all! He actually stood up and pushed down his own shorts and his big dick flopped out. Then he said “esta” – pointing at his dick – ‘ES GRANDE’. We both laughed and then just looked at each other for a few seconds with our dicks hanging out.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle at the image that was forming in my head of two teen boys bragging about the size of their members. “Nice,” I told him. “So then what?”
“We both basically reached for each other’s dicks at the same time. I looked up at him and he smiled as he gripped mine and I gripped his. Then we both started stroking each other until we got hard. Man his dick is big. Way bigger than mine!”
“OK,” I chuckled. “So it’s not just because he’s skinny.”
“No, ha! So yeah we like ended up sitting on the couch and just keep jerking each other. I loved watching his skin slide over his shiny head and stuff and then I came, he came, and then we cleaned up and then he said he had to go. I thought we were cool and all but then I went back down about 30 minutes later and found him and he wouldn’t even talk to me. Marcelo started running to me and he even grabbed him and wouldn’t let him come over to me. So that’s when I went to the beach and tried to play volleyball and had Peter tell me to get lost. It’s like Eduardo thinks I’m a pervert or something and now he hates me, see?”
“Aye Max, I get why you’re upset now,” I told him, putting my arm around him. “You’re probably afraid he told everyone too, right?”
“Yes!”
“Not a chance he did that. There’s no way he told anyone. I think I know what’s going on here. It’s like my buddy Jonathan in 7th grade. It’s that catholic guilt I tried to tell you about.”
“Huh?”
“See, I had this friend in 7th grade. He was in a bunch of my classes. I spent the night with him once and like most of my friends, we ended up fooling around. Started off comparing our dicks, then we both got hard and before long we had sucked each other a little bit. It was fun. Then we crashed. Next morning, he calls his mom before breakfast and has her come get him right away. It was like he couldn’t get away fast enough. I tried to ask him what the heck was going on but all he could do was call me a homo and tell me I was going to hell or something to that effect.”
“Weird.”
“Yeah. He was catholic. Those kids always feel guilty about doing stuff, but –“
“But what?”
“They are still horny boys. By Monday he was pleasant. On Tuesday he invited me to spend the night at his house that weekend and sleep outside in a tent. And on Saturday, in that tent, he was rubbing his hard cock into the crack of my ass.”
“No way!”
“Honest,” I said. I pulled out my phone and opened the calculator app. In an effort to be funny, I pretended to be entering numbers into it as I talked. “Let’s see, Eduardo is 13 and a few months old… he can shoot apparently, very catholic, hmm… , ok then, I say by about 11:42 a.m. tomorrow he’ll be not only friendly but begging to come back up here and do stuff again.”
“You really think so?” he asked, not believing me. “Are you drunk again?”
“Nope. And yes, I really think so. Give him a night to come around. It was probably his first time with another boy and he’s going to have to get used to the fact that he sinned such a grievous sin. There’s no doubt from what you told me he wanted to do it. Maybe not as bad as you, but he wanted it.”
“I know he did. You really think he’ll be okay tomorrow.”
“Yup.”
“Craig? Why does everything have to be so complicated? Why are people so hung up on sex? What’s wrong with two people enjoying each other anyway, even if they are different ages? Why do parents have to freak out about kids being gay? Why we can’t be more like the Spartans?”
“The Spartans?”
“Yeah! Cam told me about it so I read about them. Their warriors would do stuff with each other all the time and it was like normal. And they would even do stuff with boys they were mentoring too. Like the boys would pleasure the warriors and stuff.”
I was fairly well versed in gay history and naturally knew a bit about the Spartans and Greek gay culture. “I had no idea you’d put so much thought into this Max. It’s actually pretty deep thinking on the part of a 13 year old,” I commended him.
“Um, 14,” he said, reminding me he had had a birthday.
“Sorry, 14. But still.” I pulled him to his feet and gave him a huge hug. “I love you Max. I promise I’ll be back to my normal self tomorrow and we’ll do all the fun games. Or maybe we can rent a jeep and drive around the island or something, give Eduardo more time to come around, ok?”
“Thanks Craig. I love you. Sorry for ruining our dinner and evening. Do you still want to try to go catch the show?”
Before I could respond, a flash of lightning lit up the room. It was followed by a loud clap of thunder and an instant downpour. “I think the show is probably done for,” I told him. “Let’s just watch some TV, huh?”
“Ok,” he answered with a smile.
“We found a movie on pay per view and cuddled up on the couch and watched it in relative silence. He must have some natural attraction to my chest hair, because halfway through the movie he had absent-mindedly reached under my t-shirt and was playing with it again.
When the movie was over we moved to go to bed. “Are you sure you still trust me enough for me to sleep naked,” he asked.
“Of course Max,” I answered peeling off my shirt and shorts. “After this morning, I don’t really have any choice but to trust you, do I?” I hooked my thumbs into my underwear and pushed them off. “But I do trust you Max, see.” I wanted to emphasize, after his rough day, that I still loved him. I climbed into bed naked.
Max dispatched his clothes and soon joined me. “Thanks,” he said and leaned across the bed and kissed me quickly on my cheek, catching just a part of my lips. “Thanks again for bringing me Craig. Sorry tonight was a bummer. I love you.”
“I love you too,” I told him after he had shifted back to his side of the bed. “And don’t fret about today. This morning was the most amazing time Max.” I kissed him on the forehead. “Goodnight, love you.”
“Love you,” he answered.
***
Max was snoring before I was. He had planted seeds of thought in my mind that needed exploring. Why was our society so hung-up? Why couldn’t a man and boy, at least one’s Max’s age, have a consensual sexual relationship? Was it really so wrong? Was Max actually being harmed in any way? Why can’t we be like the Spartans?
It set-off a fantasy: Spartan Island. Where men and boys roam naked and enjoy each other. I pictured myself as the chief warrior, assigning the boys – Eduardo, Max, Cam, Noah, Sebastian and a few other boys from the resort to various warriors, as well as rewarding them myself with certain favors.
The Spartan Island fantasy, along with deep thoughts about the legitimacy of man-boy love captured my interest as I tossed and turned all night. I woke just before 7. The light was coming in through the blinds we had left open by mistake. The sunlight glowed off Max’s blond hair. He looked like an Adonis.
I wished he was a warrior apprentice and I was his Spartan mentor. I scooted over to get a look at him. I lifted the sheet to admire his perfect body. His cut dick was soft, but laying across his leg, looking right at me. I couldn’t help it. Sometime in the night I had concluded that Max was right. This society’s rules were arbitrary bullshit. It took a teenage boy to make me realize that there was nothing wrong with what we did the day before. I leaned over and ran my tongue down the length of his cock. Then I took it into my mouth.
Author’s notes:
I sincerely hope that after a year of build-up this chapter didn’t disappoint. I reread my whole story over holiday and realized I had really teased this eventual sexual encounter way too heavily early on. I apologize for taking so long to get here, but I kept thinking of great ways to build it up. I hope you think, as I do, it has made for a better and more realistic story not to have rushed it. And now that Craig has accepted Max’s willingness to have sex with him… I wonder how far he will take it…and for how long.
Feedback appreciated as always: craigpnifty@protonmail.com.