Max’s Freudian Slip #25
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Chapter 25 – Heading home
Max & I were almost ready to leave. I had just done a final recheck of all the drawers and the closet to make sure we hadn’t left anything. My last task was to open the safe to retrieve my wallet and our passports. I added the last couple of things to my backpack and set it with the other bags near the door.
I’d been scurrying around the last several minutes with my mind focused on the tasks at hand. I knew that Max had been sitting on the edge of the bed as I moved about, but I really hadn’t paid him any attention. Now that I was finally done, I gave him a better look. He wasn’t crying, but his face looked like it could burst into tears at any moment. “Max, buddy, what’s wrong?” I asked him.
“I just don’t want this trip to end,” he said as he began to cry and he wiped his face. I certainly knew the feeling. I’d had a few vacations that were so amazing that I shed tears when they were coming to a conclusion. And this had certainly been one of them.
I stepped towards him and offered my hand. He grabbed it and I pulled him onto his feet and into a tight embrace. “I know. It’s been great hasn’t it,” I said as I rubbed his back. “We have memories that we’ll never forget Max. No matter what, nobody can ever take away the good times we’ve had these past several days.”
I held him for several seconds before he told me I could let go, that he was ok. “I guess I’m ready,” he succumbed.
We grabbed our bags and headed for the lobby.
***
There was no shortage of memories from our trip that was for sure. There was the diving, Eduardo, Max getting caught on the beach giving head, the lesbians and Joshua, water polo, eating great meals in town, AND… a whole lot of sex. While the ‘firsts’ (the first time I sucked Max, the first time I fucked him) were clearly the most memorable, there was no shortage of other hot moments that I will never forget. The first time fucking him was probably the most unforgettable of course. After that, it would be tough to decide which of our other encounters would be the 2nd best. Was it when he climbed atop me and rode my hard dick? Or when I took him by surprise him in the shower, grabbing him and worming my cock into his amazing ass from behind? Or maybe it was when Max asked me to top him in the bathroom with him leaned over the counter so he could watch in the mirror? It’s hard to say. I loved them all.
But none of our naughty acts were just sex. (Albeit, it WAS incredible, mind-blowing sex.) Someone given the details of what occurred over the past 9 days (and really the past 7 months) would assume I plotted this whole trip to get Max out of the country to take advantage of him. Nothing could be further from the truth. Max initiated the sex by waking me up with a blow job. And once we got the ball rolling, well, there was no stopping it. But that is in large part because these were not just physical acts of lust. I love Max and he loves me, there is no doubt in my mind. We were expressing that in the most basic of human ways, through sex. We were not just fucking. It was an act of love. Most of the world wouldn’t believe it, or understand it: A grown man having sex with a young teen. “What could be more hideous” they might ask. Well, in my eyes, nothing could have been more beautiful.
***
Just after breakfast & showering that final morning, I had fucked Max one last time. As I already alluded to, we’d done it multiple times since he first begged me to fuck him three nights before. We ended up having to go to the nearby Oxxo convenience store to buy more protection. We also completely drained his small bottle of lube with that last fuck. At least I wouldn’t have to worry about getting that through airport security on the way home!
The day following our first fuck, after diving with the women, we rushed back to see off Eduardo and his family. We luckily got there just as they were checking out and got to say a proper adios. (By the way, Eduardo’s family never caught wind of Eduardo and Max’s beach encounter. Eduardo got away with it!) After they left, we returned to our room and napped. We had been up late the night before (fucking) and had gotten up early. We climbed into bed naked and nestled together. As we were falling asleep, I asked him what he wanted to do after we woke up and before we met the moms and Joshua again for dinner. He gave me a one word answer. “Um… fuck!”
I woke up from our nap with Max recreating our first sexual encounter from days before. He was giving me a fabulous blow job. Of course I didn’t show any of the shock or anger that I did that first time he surprised me. Everything was different now, for the better.
He told me to lay back and relax and that he wanted to “take care of me”. I swear the boy has so many varied and interesting moods & ideas when it comes to making love. The night before he was playing the role of “daddy’s little cock hungry boy” and that day he just wanted to pamper me. He sucked me for a bit, then slid a condom on my dick, lubed his backside and lowered himself slowly onto my cock. It was so hot watching my steeled rod disappear into him! He insisted that I let him do all the work, but he did allow me to lube up my hand and jerk him into an intense orgasm just as I was having my own with my cock buried deep in his intestines.
Even though he came intensely, whimpering his usual little squeaks of joy, he barely shot anything. A few drops of cum was all he could manage to deposit onto my wrist. After I licked it off, I jokingly asked him if I had maybe drained him the night before. He shocked me by telling me that he and Joshua had jerked off earlier while we were doing our surface interval on the beach. My first reaction was to think “Here we go again. Max got horny and just couldn’t keep his hands off another new dick to play with”. But as he explained it, it wasn’t like that at all. He had been talking with Joshua about the possibility of Joshua being gay and in the course of conversation asked Joshua what he thought about when he masturbated. Apparently, Joshua told Max he doesn’t think of anything because he didn’t really know how to jerk off! So Max offered to show him. He swears, and I believe him, that he isn’t into Joshua at all. He just felt sorry for him that he didn’t have anyone around to show him the ropes. He had a point. In a way, I was kind of proud of Max. It would have been easy for him to blow the kid off, but he’s been very accommodating. I could tell on the boat first thing this morning, that Joshua was driving him a bit crazy.
The funniest thing happened when we met the lesbians and Joshua for dinner that night. The boys ordered their drinks and ran next door to a souvenir shop to look at t-shirts. The moms and I had already talked long and hard about Joshua earlier while the boys wandered down the beach. I’ll give you more details on that conversation later. But for now, just know they couldn’t get over how much Joshua was enjoying spending time with Max, and of course they were enamored that Max was willing to let Joshua latch onto him. Once the boys left, they resumed their praise of Max’s mentoring before one of them expressed some concern.
“Well , we’re just glad we were still able to meet you guys. We were starting to get worried that Joshua was coming down sick. He’s spent an awful lot of time in the bathroom this afternoon.” I about spit my beer out! I knew immediately what Joshua had been doing in the bathroom. Max had shown him how to jerk off and now he couldn’t keep his hands off himself!!!
“Well, you know,” I told them after composing myself. “Joshua IS getting to that age where boys might need a little privacy.”
They both looked at me dumbfounded for several seconds before the light bulb finally came on and they realized what I was getting at. “You don’t think?” one said alarmingly. “Oh no, not our Joshie?” the other added. I of course didn’t tell them what Max and their “Joshie” had done earlier in the day, but I did my best to give them a male perspective and tell them it was definitely time for them to start knocking before entering his room. I also told them they might want to buy him his own bottle of lotion and some Kleenex. “And whatever you do, be careful picking up dirty socks from his floor in the coming years.” They both made sour ‘ewwwww’ faces at me, but laughed.
After we returned from dinner that night, Max and I showered together (in fact we never showered alone the entire rest of the trip) and went to bed. I knew his ass was surely sore (though he tried to say it wasn’t) so I offered that he could be the top if he wanted. I was curious to see what it was like being fucked by a boy. It didn’t turn out to be the best encounter. The rubber I bought at the Oxxo store didn’t fit him very well and he had trouble staying hard. He clearly wasn’t really into it, which was ok. I ended up sucking him off and jerking off into his mouth. I could tell that he felt like he had let me down, but I assured him I loved everything and anything we do together. But afterwards, we both agreed that we enjoyed it much more when it was my cock in him.
***
The next day was completely unscheduled. We had absolutely nothing planned and could do whatever we wanted. Turns out that what Max wanted was to be fucked, a lot. He woke before me and had gone to the bathroom. I stirred when I heard the toilet flush and realized the bed was empty. He returned with a devilish grin on his face. “What’s that look for,” I asked.
“I know how I want you to do it to me this morning,” he said. I looked at him, wanting him to continue and fill me in on what he had in mind. “Here,” he said, grabbing his phone and working the screen for a few seconds and then handing it to me. “I wanna do it just like this.”
On his phone was a video playing of Cam fucking Max in Max’s bathroom. Max was leaning on the counter and Cam was pumping him from behind while Max filmed it all in the mirror. It was hot as hell! Cam fucked Max at varying speeds for over a minute and then pulled out and blasted his load across Max’s back and into his hair! Cam’s jizz practically gushed out, spraying everywhere! Cam had taken control of the phone to film his own cum shot from above. It was the best look I’d ever had of Cam’s junk. Cam has a very nice cock, slightly larger than Max’s and completely shaved. So hot! The clip ended with Max filming Cam sucking him off and then jacking him until Max creamed all over Cam’s face. I looked at him astonished.
“I want to do it just like that, so I can watch you fuck me in the mirror,” he whispered before locking his lips onto mine and pushing his tongue into me. Once he got me hard he led me to the bathroom and leaned over the sink so I could prepare him. I licked and lubed him and then fucked him, holding him by his hips and slamming my cock into him. I must say there was something super hot about watching it all in the mirror. Max started to ask me if he could make a video of us doing it, just like the one of Cam. Thankfully, he caught himself before even finishing the sentence. “Never mind,” he said. “That would be a really bad idea wouldn’t it?”
I grinned at him and nodded. Maybe he was learning to control his impulses after all. (Though I did think briefly about how hot it would be to have a video of us.) After I came, I spun him around and sucked him until he exploded in my mouth. He insisted on licking my cock clean after I disposed of the rubber. He said he had been missing getting to taste my jizz.
***
Max talked me into going into the town that afternoon to shop for souvenirs. He bought a nice painted ceramic gecko for his mom to hang on their wall, one of those spray-paint ceramic tiles for Noah and a whole bunch of things for Cam. He found a Houston Texan’s poncho that he though Cam would like. He also got him a painted ceramic with just the word “Cozumel” in bright colors with a small heart inside the ‘o’. Most people wouldn’t even notice it, but it would be a subtle thing Max and Cam could share.
When we got back I thought Max would want to hang out at the pool, but he had other ideas. “Let’s go back to the room,” he said with a grin that said “please fuck me again.” We got to the room and starting making out before either of us realized we didn’t have any more condoms. I left him alone and ran to the Oxxo to buy some. I wasn’t sure they would stock them, but we were in luck.
I’ll have to give Max credit for being creative. He could have just waited for me to get back to pick up where we left off. But instead he had stripped naked and poured us two glasses of champagne from the bottle left by the hotel the night before. He’d even managed to get himself hard and sprawl out on the bed to be seductively waiting for me. God I wish every hotel room came with a horny blonde boy waiting on the bed like that!
I sipped my champagne as he helped get my clothes off. The he pulled me atop him as our tongues danced and his stiff prong rubbed against me. He wanted it and wanted it quick. “Fuck me Craig,” he said pulling at his legs. I took him on his back with his feet wrapped behind his head. My god the boy is flexible! I loved watching his face as my cock sunk into him. Hearing him beg, in his boyish voice while watching his face contort in pleasure was amazing! It brought me off faster than I would have expected considering all we had been doing the last few days. He jerked himself to orgasm once he realized I was close and I collapsed onto him, his hot cum smearing between our stomachs.
***
He got my dick one more time just before bed. We returned to El Moro for a late night dinner and both wanted a shower before bed. I remembered showering with him a couple days before when the urge to bend him over and fuck him almost overcame me. I decided this time I would let it. As Max was finishing soaping up I slipped the condom I had hidden in a towel onto my dick and slathered it lube. I came up from behind him and pulled him to me and let my hard cock fill his soap filled crack. He was surprised initially, but quickly started moving his ass on my cock, pressing against me. I used my foot to spread his legs and my hands stroked his boyhood to rigidity. I dipped down, brought my cock to his hole and pushed upward. He gasped and leaned against the wall as my cock filled him. I wrapped my arm around him and gave him a quick fuck as the water flowed over us, both us gasping rather quick orgasms.
We slept nestled together. I truly thought we had probably fucked for the last time on the trip as the next day was tight on time. But Max wasn’t having a morning without feeling me inside him. After we returned from breakfast and showered he goaded me. Not that I needed much arm twisting. “One more time please,” he said. “I want you to do it just like the first time.”
The only problem was that I had used the last of the condoms in the shower. I knew there was a reason, besides the fact that his ass had to be sore, that I didn’t plan to fuck him again that last morning. I offered to give him a fantastic blow job instead as we didn’t have time to go get more condoms.
He begged me to fuck him anyway. Then, without even waiting for my answer, he put the pillow in the middle of the bed and sprawled his naked body upon it and spread his legs, just daring me to deny him. I couldn’t.
I crawled onto the bed and dove between his mounds, lapping at his anus. It showed definite signs of being fucked so many times the day before, but still he begged me to continue. “Just lick me good before you stick it in,” he requested. I gave his sweet boy pussy the best tonguing I could manage before filling his opening with the last of the lube.
As I lay atop him he urged me on. “Stick it in hard and fast,” he pleaded. Being filled with my cock repeatedly over the past couple days had loosening him considerably. I still had to push some, but his ring quickly gave way and I was quickly fully buried in him. The feeling of being deep inside him, bare, was beyond incredible. It felt warmer and tighter.
“Oooof,” he moaned. “Now FUCK ME REALLY HaaaRdddD this time!” he begged, his voice cracking in the middle of his pleading. It was the first time I’d heard his voice do that. As happy as I was with my most sensitive part deep in Max’s hot ass, I was also a bit saddened to be reminded that he was moving quickly away from being a hot young boy.
It didn’t stop me from pumping him full of my cock, hard and deep, though. He reached for my hands and locked them in the same interlock as that very first time, pulling me closer to him as my hips moved my rod in and out of his well used orifice. He started wailing, just like always. This time I just let him go. It was unlikely anyone would hear us at this time of day. Most people are up and about. And hell, even if they did hear, I didn’t give a fuck. We were about to leave for good. As he screamed in orgasmic bliss I could feel his sphincter spasm and tighten around my dick. It was incredible and sent me to my own climax.
The one image I’ll never forget is climbing off of him and seeing a small stream of my milky seed spilling from his slightly gaping hole. I don’t know what it is exactly, but somehow knowing I’d just deposited my cum into his bowels left me more satisfied than I’ve ever felt.
***
All the time we’d been fucking, Max continued to ask about what we were going to do about our newly developed habit when we got home. “Can’t we still do this at least every once in a while?” he kept pleading. Honestly, I was nearly addicted to his ass at this point. But for some reason, I continued telling him that we would have to stop when we got home. Maybe it was a subconscious ploy on my part to get him to do it as much as we could while in Mexico where it was relatively safe? I really DID worry about getting caught back at home, so there was a part of me that really did think stopping would be prudent. And in the back of my mind, I also was mulling the fact that it wouldn’t be many more months before Max would begin to look older and not nearly as attractive to me. He was already past my prime age of attraction as it were.
But…. there was also a part of me that wanted to quit my job and run off with Max to live happily ever after with him as my lover. All the time I was telling him we had to stop, I was spending empty moments trying to figure out what opportunities we would have for him to continue sharing his ass with me. Perhaps at his house before his mom gets home from work? But what if she came home early? Definitely at my house when my wife was on a girls weekend? But those are few and far between. Maybe I could take him for another out of town Gymnastics meet. But would it be wise for him to be sore from fucking during a meet?
Not only was I plotting how and when I might be able to continue fucking Max, I had also brought Cam into my fantasies. Watching Max’s homemade porn of the two of them fucking had really turned Cam into an object of my desire. Not that I hadn’t fantasized a little bit about him before of course. I’d included all of Max’s friends in a fantasy at some point! But having watched Cam in action on their homemade porn video had brought him to the forefront of my perverted musings.
I’d conjured up a couple fantasy scenarios involving both of them that would invade my thoughts. The first had me on my knees, taking turns sucking their perfect teen cocks until they both exploded down my throat and on my face. The second had both of them playing a game of sorts. They both are side by side on a bed on their hands and knees, ass up. I take turns fucking them until eventually one of them gets bred. The boy who doesn’t get it has to suck the other one off and lick my load from his dripping ass.
So, yeah - I was conflicted all around. So if you’re wondering what I think is going to happen with Max and I’s sexual relationship once we get home, I’ll tell you: I DON’T FUCKING KNOW.
***
Just in case you’re wondering what we found out about Joshua (and his sexuality) and what happened further with the German boy, I’ll give you a quick rundown.
The German boy story turned out to be a short one. I sadly never set eyes on the beautiful lad again. I looked the next two days around the pool – in the few free moments when Max and I weren’t doing it, but he wasn’t around. I think they might have just had a day pass from a cruise ship. There was an Aida ship in dock the day they were there, so that is what I guessed anyway. (Aida is a German cruise line).
Joshua and the moms tale is a bit more interesting. I already told you that on our second day of diving with the moms, Joshua was on the boat when we got picked up. He was clearly anxious to see Max again. He was sure to sit by him and talked his ear off. Max was kind enough to show him how the scuba gear all worked when Joshua starting asking questions. He still said he would never want to dive, but it seemed that his curiosity had at least been piqued.
Between dives, Joshua and Max walked the beach throwing rocks and picking up shells while the moms and I relaxed on the boat. (They also apparently took a side trip into the bushes for a quick wanking lesson.) The moms were beyond excited that Joshua had found a friend in Max. They could see him even starting to at least consider diving, when before he was adamant about never doing it. “Joshua doesn’t have a lot of friends,” his mom had told me. “He’s really into his own things, and those things don’t line up with the interests of most kids.”
I was a little worried Max would feel almost smothered by him, but thankfully he said he didn’t. I think he knew that being nice to Joshua was almost a breakthrough event for the kid. “It’s just a vacation friend thing Craig,” he told me later. “I mean I’ll keep talking to him on insta or whatever, but it’s not a big deal. I feel like I’m making really making him happy or something. It’s kinda cool.”
I boldly asked the mom’s if Joshua was perhaps gay himself, supposing that’s perhaps why he latched onto Max so quickly. “Obviously we’ve told him we’re fine with whomever he wants to love,” mom one said.
“But I’m not sure he’s attracted to anything!” mom two interjected. “Unless you are counting Legos, Harry Potter and Broadway shows. He seems totally asexual. At least for the time being.”
“Well, boys don’t often go telling their moms their fantasies, and he is pretty young still, but I understand. It can change fast though.” Little did I know, the whole time we were talking, Max was teaching Joshua how to pull his pud! His innocence was to be short-lived.
So in short, we still don’t know much more about Joshua, beyond the fact he was willing to jerk off with Max, which might mean something, or nothing at all. He’s a unique kid. That much is clear. At our final dinner with them, after making sure he sat by Max, he could hardly shut up. At one point, Max and I even exchanged a smirk.
We are all friends on Instagram, so I suppose someday I might hear of him coming out. Or taking a hot cheerleader to prom. Who knows?
***
As Max and I walked towards the elevator for the final time, our bags being pulled behind us, Max slung his arm around me and pulled us together. “Thanks again for everything Craig,” he said and then adding in a whisper before laughing, “even making my ass sore.”
“It’s been my pleasure Max. I love you buddy.”
“I love you too Craig,” he replied, before adding with a pause, “I mean Dad.”
** End of Chapter 25 **
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