Max’s Freudian Slip #32

by craigpnifty@protonmail.com & J

Author’s Notes:

It’s been a few months since we’ve added to Craig’s side of this story.  For those of you reading Max’s side, you know a lot has happened.  For those just reading this side, sorry it’s taken so long to get back to Freudian Slip.

In Chapter 31, Craig dealt with the fallout of having spanked Max.  He also had a subsequent conversation with Stacy, trying to convince her that boys will be boys and she might as well accept that sex between Cam and Max is inevitable.  Craig also agreed to help Bob chaperone a sleepover at Cam’s with Max and Noah.

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Chapter 32

Kim was whisked away for her girls’ weekend just before 4 PM.  That afternoon, we had lunch downtown and took the rest of the day off.  Early in our relationship, we began a tradition of having a nice meal out if we were going to be apart for several days.  After more than 25 years of marriage, it might seem like overkill, but it’s one of those small traditions we’ve kept.

I could have skipped the quickie, but she insisted.  Kim expressed how badly she felt for me, ‘stuck’ at home helping Bob chaperone a middle school sleepover while she and her friends would be living it up on Rush Street in Chicago.  Of course, I didn’t share my hopes for a much more interesting encounter with Bob once the boys were enraptured in gaming or asleep.

It was difficult to play coy, trying not to let on just how excited I was to be spending much of the weekend having quality, concentrated ‘boy time’ with Noah, Max, and Cam.  That beat the hell out of fighting a crowd at a bar any day.  Bob would keep the drinks flowing and while he didn’t mention it specifically, I figured the chances of his dick ending up in my orifices were high.

Once Kim was finally out the door, I fought the urge to pop open a beer to celebrate.  It was exhilarating to be ‘free’ to explore my truer self for a few days.  In some ways, I feel guilty breaking our vows and sneaking around behind her back, but I don’t think she would understand.  I may no longer be in love with Kim (if I ever truly was), but I do still love and would never want to hurt her.  Besides the whole boy lover thing - a term I’ve never been thrilled with - it was a different time when I came of age and living as an ‘an avowed homosexual’ just wasn’t a realistic option. 

***

Anxious to get going, I texted Noah to see when he would be ready.  When he didn’t respond after 15 minutes, I was becoming annoyed until I remembered his phone was locked away.  Duh!  It’s been years since I’ve had to ground a kid, and back then, cell phones weren’t much of a thing.  I ran next door and found Noah watching TV, his backpack ready to go by the door.  I don’t think he was allowed television during his restriction, but it wasn’t my place to get on him or tell his parents.  After a week of being trapped alone at home, starved for social interaction and entertainment, he practically sprinted when I asked if he was ready.  It was like watching a prisoner make a jailbreak.

On the way to Max’s, he regaled how brutal his week of social isolation, sans electronics, had been.  Apparently, Adam was holding his phone captive pending a good report from me on Noah’s helpfulness with painting.  I reiterated my confidence everyone would be of quality assistance, though I would never tell Adam even if they did slack off some.  What happens at Craig’s, stays at Craig’s.  I immediately drove out the naughty images that accompanied such thoughts.  Still, I had no doubt the boys would work diligently.  They are good, fun kids with solid work ethics, and hey, they all like me.  Even if they didn’t, they’re still nice eye candy to have around.  Does that make me lecherous?

Despite having nothing going on, Noah was chatty as hell.  It makes sense, with him being on lockdown all week.  I’ve always reveled in talking with him even if there isn’t anything significant to converse about.  He’s a sweet, happy lad who I always enjoy spending time with.

***

Max was a different boy from when I last saw him on Monday - when I spanked his butt and tore into him for being so disrespectful to his mother and I.  I cringed at the thought, but knew it was still for the best.  A boy needs consistent discipline when he makes mistakes and a strong father figure to guide and love him, and I guess at this point, I’m a source of both.  To say he was happy was an understatement; he was damn near bouncing.  Stacy returned his phone, which I think bummed Noah out, but it clearly pleased Max to be ‘connected’ again.

He bolted to the front seat and gave me a hug.  Noah seemed annoyed, or maybe even a little hurt, when Max snagged his spot.  Max seemed to pick up on that, as he asked me to stop so he could join his friend in the backseat.  I guess I’m chauffeuring! 

***

Cam ushered us inside, explaining his father wasn’t yet home from work.  Cam is more formal than most kids, growing up in the south and raised by conservative parents who trained him in social niceties.  He graciously offered to take my bag to the guest room and serve me a drink.  I guess he wouldn’t realize I fully intended to spend the night in his father’s bed.  I refused both offers, knowing where both could be found and that Cam would be anxious to spend time with Max and Noah.  I don’t need to flex being an adult by making a child serve me; it’s just not my style.

On my way to the guest room, I passed by Cam’s room.  The boys were rapt in conversation, the excitement in their voices unmistakable.  Their giddiness at being reunited once more was palpable.

***

I helped myself to Bob’s well-stocked basement fridge and flopped onto the couch.  I thumbed through my phone.  Kim texted they already made it through security and were at their gate.  “Have a great time!” I replied.

I was just clearing my inbox when I heard Bob.  “Honey, I’m home!” he yelled sarcastically from the kitchen.  I scampered up the stairs.  Bob was setting down a slew of grocery bags on the counter. 

“Ah… I see you found a drink,” he said, smiling.  I think he was happy to have someone whose voice had changed to hang out with.  “Give me a hand, please.”

I helped Bob put away the groceries.  He picked up veggies, hamburgers, and steak to grill.  “Draw me a cold one, I’ll be down in a minute.  I want to say hello to the boys.”

***

Bob soon joined me on the basement couch.  I handed him his beer.  “The boys seem happy,” he observed. 

“Oh yeah, it’s almost infectious.  I wouldn’t expect anything less.  Getting ungrounded AND being together with their closest friends is the highlight of their week,” I explained before changing the subject.  “Any news from Jeanine?”

“Nothing,” he said, with a tone that indicated more than mild annoyance.  “I expected her to calm down after a couple days and want to speak to Cam, but it’s been total radio silence.  Her father texted me that she arrived safely, and she posted a picture on Facebook of lunch with one of her oldest friends, but nothing directly to me or Cam.”

I shook my head, indicating how pathetic I thought her behavior was.  “Does her father know what’s going on?” I asked.

He nodded.  “I called him when she took off to explain.”

“And…” I prodded.

“It was a lot for him to take at once, learning his grandson was gay and his daughter was running out on her family, even if temporarily.  But I definitely got the impression he was more irritated with Jeanine than upset with Cam or I.”

“That’s good.”

“Yeah, he seemed to understand his role is to give Jeanine space to come to her senses.  He’s a good man, and loves Cam.  He was adamant I send Cam his love.  I don’t think he’s had much experience with gay people and will be a little uncomfortable, but in the end - unlike Jeanine or her mother - he doesn’t give two shits what people think.”

“I’m glad he has his priorities straight,” I responded.  I fidgeted in my seat and took a swig of beer.  I agreed to watch Cam for the week while Bob is out of town on business, and was nervous about what could happen if Jeanine resurfaces.  “So, you still have no idea when she is coming back?  I’m not going to have to fight her off while you are away, am I?”

“Doesn’t appear so.  If I don’t hear from her by Sunday, I’ll call her father for an update.”  He drained the final third of his beer in one gulp.  “God, this has been a long fucking week.  I’m exhausted.  Another round?” 

“Of course,” I answered.  “The night is young.”

Bob rubbed his neck between pouring us fresh brews from the tap.  “Sore?” I asked. 

“Yeah.  Slept on it wrong.”

“Maybe the hot tub would help.  Or someone with magic hands,” I added, wiggling my fingers.

“Sounds great.  After dinner or before… or both?” he asked, grinning.

“I could use a soak before we tackle kitchen duty.  We better check with the boys and make sure their teenage appetites aren’t demanding food already.”

***

We knocked on the open door to Cam’s gaming room (in actuality, the bedroom on the other side of his bathroom).  I could tell we interrupted a spirited discussion, as they all fell silent upon our presence.  “Sorry to interrupt, boys,” Bob greeted them, loosening his tie.  “Surprised you haven’t already fired up the PlayStation.”

“Hi Daddy.  Not yet,” Cam answered.  “We’re catching up.  Like you say, ‘quality conversation takes precedence’.”  Cam is always polite, but around Bob he seems to step it up another notch.  Yet, he never seems insincere.  “We’ll get to…first-person shooting later,” he added, the sliest of smirks cracking his stoic face. 

Bob seemed oblivious to the clearly intentional double-entendre.  I had to fight hard to keep from laughing.  It conjured an arousing image, and the horny little shit knew it would.  Cam seems feisty tonight.

“Well, if you boys aren’t completely starving,” Bob continued.  “Craig and I thought we might have a couple beers and soak in the hot tub before we fire up the grill.”

“We’re good for now, right guys?” Cam answered.

“Yeah, I had a snack at home.  We can wait,” Noah added. 

***

Bob topped off our beers while I headed for the shower.  I was already rinsing when he arrived.  He set our drinks on the shelf above the towels and quickly disrobed, pulling off his t-shirt and pushing down his shorts in one quick, continuous motion.  It reminded me how I disrobed Max in similar fashion in Cozumel, a memory I quickly tried to erase.  Unlike Max, Bob hadn’t bothered to put on underwear when he changed and his cock was on display sooner than I expected.  He must have noticed my unintentional grin.

“Wow, someone is excited,” he commented as he walked toward me, my own erection quickly growing.  He gripped the base of his meat and waved it at me, almost daring me to take it.  “It’s been way too long.”  I agreed, it seemed like an eternity ago when Bob and I met in a hotel room for an intense fuck just before Max and I left for Mexico.  Bob’s plump cock head rubbed my prostate until I blasted a huge load all over the hotel floor.  It was fantastic… definitely one of the best fucks I’ve ever experienced.  Plus, Bob was just beginning to show some dominant traits and I hoped he picked up on how much that turned me on.

“Hey!  I promised Stacy everyone would behave at the sleepover,” I replied in jest.

“What a shame,” he answered, just as facetiously.

I half expected him to start something in the shower, knowing the boys were occupied upstairs, so I was disappointed when he only soaped himself up. 

I finished rinsing and made my way to the hot tub.  I finished removing the cover and just settled in when Bob (adorned prominently by his ample cock) joined me.  I had the distinct feeling I was being teased. 

“You really promised Stacy to patrol the boys and keep them from having sex?”  Bob asked incredulously.  “I never took you for a cock-block.”

“Sort of,” I answered.  “I told her I would make sure they were well-behaved.  I didn’t spell out exactly what constituted behaving.  I suspect our interpretations differ.  I know SHE took that to mean I would ensure they keep it PG-13, but I never said that explicitly.”

I wasn’t entirely certain how he would feel about my obfuscation.  “Is it going to bother you if they fool around?” I asked.  “They have to be desperate.”

“Hell no!  I want them to fully enjoy being back together.  I’m not going to overtly bless it - plausible deniability and all that - but I’m sure we can give them plenty of alone time to do as they wish.  Although, I’m not sure how amorous they’ll be with Noah around.  It would be rude to ignore him while…you know.”

It dawned on me how closely Bob was already adopting the approach I encouraged with Stacy.  Honestly, it was the attitude I expected, but wasn’t 100% sure it would be the case.  People get weird about their own kids being sexually active, particularly at a young age. 

“I’m glad we’re on the same page.  I know they have plans.”

“Did Max tell you that?” Bob asked with a hint of surprise.

“No, but Cam did, when we were upstairs.” 

Bob blinked and stared at me, perplexed.  “I must have missed something.”

“You didn’t hear Cam’s comment about getting around to ‘first-person shooting’?  The shit-eating grin on his face told me everything I needed to know.  As did Max’s face when I glanced at him.  I’m surprised you didn’t notice any of us stifling our laughs.”

“Ah, it went over my head,” he admitted.  “Noah will be okay with that?  I’m not going to be happy if they exclude him because they’re horny.  No one likes being a third wheel.”

I chuckled.  “‘Okay’?  Hell, he might join them.”

“Wait, what?”  Bob asked.  “I thought he’s totally straight.”

“He is!” I replied.  “But....”

“But?”

“Even straight boys are desperate to get off.  Don’t you remember being 13?”

Bob laughed.  “Yeah, right.  I understand.  You really think he would do stuff though?  He seems so strait-laced.”

“He already has,” I said matter of factly, gauging his reaction.  He was clearly surprised.  “Both Cam and Max have repeatedly given him head.  He talked to me about it - worried he was gay because he liked it so much.  Apparently, he’s bigger than either of them, so they are enamored with his tool.”

“Jesus.  Do these boys tell you everything?  I knew Max was an open book, but Noah too?  You have a gift.”

I nodded.  “They trust me.  What can I say?”

“Wow,” he said, sinking further into the tub.  “I assumed Max and Cam might split off for a quick BJ, or maybe even a fuck, but I hadn’t considered the possibility of them holding a three-way.”  He paused, clearly unsure whether he should share whatever he was thinking.  “Damn.  That’s kind of hot.”

“Right?  Reminds me of sleepovers when I was kid, only none of us were as serious about our relationships,” I shared.  “Wouldn’t you love to be a fly on the wall?  To be that age again, knowing what we know now, with their libido and short refractory period,” I added wistfully.  For a boy-lover, being in middle school again with horny friends would be a dream come true.

Bob nodded.  “You know, I’ve been watching twink porn some while I'm on the road.  The thought of what I knew they were doing piqued my interest in younger, smooth types.  But while it’s hot, all I can think of is how much better the porn would be if they had Cam and Max’s chiseled bodies, free of those stupid tattoos.”

“Yeah, I’ve never gotten the appeal of tattoos, either,” I agreed.  I appreciated Bob and I seemed to share similar tastes in younger flesh.

“When we moved here, the security company offered to install security cameras… I’m kind of wishing I had taken them up on that, now.”  Bob added sheepishly.  His repeated admission that he would be turned on watching his own kid fuck another boy was surprising, but I get it.  We both played around at 12, 13, 14… watching them would be like reliving some great times. 

“Well, it’s a good thing you didn’t.  You might get yourself all worked up, and then what would we do?”  I teased, my foot playfully rubbing his leg.

“I’ll tell you what we would do,” he replied, pushing himself out of the water and onto the edge of the hot tub.  His cock, almost completely erect, pointed towards me, the huge mushroom head seeming to pulse as it twitched.  “I’d tell you to get that eager mouth over here and suck me.”

I didn’t have to be asked, or told, twice.  I wrapped my lips around that bulbous head and licked and sucked.  Bob coaxed me on, telling me what an amazing cocksucker I was.  “Yes sir,” I managed to mumble through my full mouth, just before he pushed my head down, filling my throat with his stiffening rod. 

“Oh, fuck yeah,” he moaned as he began fucking my throat, pushing his hips up as he gripped my head and moved it up and down to achieve maximum pleasure.  It took all my concentration to take the assault on my throat without gagging.  But I loved it, being used by this big, strong man like a bitch in heat.  Bob must have been worked up.  When we fucked, it took him 15 minutes to cum in my ass, but using my throat he unloaded in maybe two.  I hungrily swallowed all he had to offer before letting his dick slide from my mouth. 

“Whew.  Thanks,” he said.  “Sorry if I got a little carried away.”

“No sir,” I said sternly, “I loved every bit of it.”

“Oh yeah?  Good boy,” he answered, smirking.  “In that case, you won’t mind waiting to get off until later, will you?  I’ll let you cum next time - when I plant my cock deep in that tight cunt.”  Bob seemed to pick up how much being submissive turned me on.  Thank God.

“Yes sir,” I answered slyly.  “I’ll be obedient and pleasure you however I can.”

***

Bob and I were back upstairs in the kitchen, preparing dinner.  He laid the last of the steaks onto the platter and seasoned them.  “I’ve been meaning to ask what you have planned next weekend,” he said.

“Labor Day?  Nothing.  Why?”

“Well, the company president has been urging me all summer to use his lake cabin up north, in the boundary waters.  I guess it’s a nice place, albeit secluded.  I’m thinking of taking Cam up for the weekend.  I’ve regretted that I never really taught him to fish,” he explained with a twinge of guilt in his voice.  “I’m not sure it’s his thing, but… I thought if you, Max, and Noah came along, he would manage to enjoy himself, even if he hated the fishing part.”

I smiled.  I could think of worse ways to spend a holiday weekend. 

“Honestly, I think Cam would enjoy anything - even if it were boring - so long as Max was with him.  I’ll have to ask Kim, but I don’t see why she would care, unless she’s weird about us being apart for two weekends in a row,” I replied.  “Still, any objections she might have will be tossed aside when she sees I painted the spare bedroom while she’s gone.”

“Well, just let me know.  I thought I’d run the idea by the boys over dinner, to gauge their interest.  I don’t want to be the parent who drags his kid to something they hate.”

“Good idea.  I can help you interpret their reactions,” I suggested.  “If I know your son, he’ll be polite and act excited, even if he isn’t thrilled with the idea.”  But there seemed to be a wildcard he wasn’t considering.  “Aren’t you worried about Jeanine coming home?  Will she be irate if she comes home and you leave immediately?”

“I’ll let her know I made plans to take Cam for the weekend.  Honestly, I figure it will give her good reason to stay away another week.  I think we all need more time,” he explained.  “I’m not so much annoyed she’s still gone as the total lack of communication, or concern for Cameron.”

I liked how he thought.  If she stays away, I won’t have to deal with her while I am watching Cam.  I also realized Stacy would be much more likely to allow Max to go if I were also present.

“Well, I think Max - and Noah - will be thrilled.  I’m not sure Stacy would let Max go unless I am along, so hopefully Kim will approve,” I explained.  “Stacy is still skittish.  I’ll have to give her the impression we watch the boys a little closer than we do, though.”

“Exactly what I was thinking.  I know if you’re there, she’ll go with it.”

“It would make me feel a little better too,” I admitted.

“What do you mean?” Bob asked, not understanding.

I ran through the events of a few days ago, detailing how Max had been rude and how I lost my cool and blistered his behind.  “I’m not proud of it,” I said in closing, “But - it did seem to give him the reset he desperately needed.”  Accompanying Max to the cabin would reduce some of my remaining guilt.

“Wow.  I’m surprised.  I’ve never seen him be like that, or you angry with him.  I always assumed you’re too liberal to spank,” Bob said with a grin.  “That being said, I guarantee if Cam behaved similarly, he would get the same.  It’s important for a boy to have a man who loves and cares about him enough to instill discipline.”

“Right, I remember from Noah’s a few weeks ago.  Cam expected you to give him a ‘butt whooping’ over his treatment of Max.  He even acknowledged he deserved punishment, as much as he was dreading it.

“Hell yeah I was, but you talked me out of it,” he smirked.  “He knows he owes you.  Although truthfully, I haven’t had to use my belt on his bottom since we moved here.  He’s turned into a damn good boy.”

I nodded.  “Like I said then, he already learned his lesson.  Don’t you agree?”

“Yes, he’s growing up.  He doesn’t seem to need a whoopin’ to send a message anymore.”

“Did you really spank him that often?  The way he recoiled, I had this vision of you strapping him down and giving him 40 lashes.”

Bob laughed, but it seemed more nervous than usual.  “Honestly, I think it only really hurt once.  It wasn’t long before we moved and was the last time he was spanked.  I gave him specific instructions about where he could go after school but he ignored them to ride to a friend's house to swim - someone he knew we didn’t approve of because he was a bad influence.  Then he tried to say he just ‘misunderstood’.  The lying is what got him in trouble and it had been a long day.  That was the only time I took off my belt, and he felt it.  I’m sure it hurt, that one time.” 

“And before?”

Bob waved his hand as if it were no big deal.  “I’d barely spank him.  Just the thought of it would have him in tears, because he knew I was disappointed and would absolutely follow through.  I’d give him a few stings with my hand and send him on his way.  I’m sure he recalls them more traumatically, but they really weren't any big deal or over the top.  I would never injure him.”

“Good.  I didn’t think that was the case, but wondered if it was one of those things done differently in the south that us yankees just don’t understand.”

“Not at all,” he replied with another wave of his hand.

“You love your boy and it’s obvious he idolizes you,” I said.  “I never seriously thought you were abusive.  I suppose he was so riddled with guilt and anxiety he psyched himself out,” I explained.  Bob wasn’t being defensive, but it was telling he felt the need to reassure me.  “You were angrier than I’ve ever seen when Max came in sobbing, so I wasn’t sure what to think.  I figured you’d drag Cam out by the ear or something.”

Bob laughed.  “Oh, I fully intended to.  He was lucky I wasn’t wearing a belt when I marched over there or I might have stripped him down and done it right there in front of Noah, rather than waiting until we got home.  I was that pissed,” he explained.  “But, Noah already had him upset and he melted down about overhearing Jeanine’s and my conversation, so I decided it could wait.  Then you made some good points and I realized he already understood how unacceptable his callousness was.”

“I’m glad you recognized that.  You really have raised a good kid.  He’s the most polite boy I’ve ever met, and Max and Noah think the world of him,” I offered, patting his shoulder.  “I’m glad he and I are starting to get to know one another better.  We have definitely bonded.”

Bob beamed.  “He really is sweet, and you guys becoming closer gives us more excuse to hang out, too,” he said while brushing my crotch.  “Well, we better summon the boys for dinner.”

It was my turn to laugh.  “I hope they haven’t already spoiled their appetites.  Cum is a good source of protein.”

“Jesus Craig, don’t get me wound up,” Bob playfully protested.  It was interesting he alluded to the thought of them sucking each other as arousing. 

***

The boys were bubbly during dinner.  News of a potentially impending lake trip only added to their enthusiasm.  Noah was perhaps the most excited, being an avid angler, but Max and Cam seemed genuinely interested as well. 

I have no idea if either realizes just how remote the cabin is likely to be.  I’m hoping they aren’t expecting high speed WiFi and satellite TV.  Most of the places up north are meant to escape and are usually minimalistic.  Then again, the president of Bob’s company might have more amenities than most.  If the accommodations are lacking, it will do them good to unplug for a few days. 

They ate in a rush, anxious to return to gaming with friends from school.  Cam made sure they took time to help clean up.  “Dad and Craig did all the cooking, we should do the dishes,” he stated matter of factly.  Where did this kid come from?  Neither Noah or Max bristled and they not only put everything away, but wiped up and started the dishwasher. 

“Do you need anything else before we go back upstairs?”  Max asked, turning up his usual politeness.  Maybe Cam was wearing off on him. 

We sent them on their way.  We knew they were eager to resume gaming.  It’s possible they had other activities in mind and ‘gaming’ was just a cover, but I doubt it.  Their conversation centered around Call of Duty and a couple of other friends they were playing with.  Perhaps Stacy won’t have cause to be angry at my lack of supervision after all.

Bob and I took advantage of the solitude and retired to the basement - content to let them enjoy themselves - whatever that may entail. 

***

Bob flipped the TV to the Twins game and pulled the cover off the pool table.  We lost ourselves in what might be best described as typical “guy time.”  We shot pool, drank beer, and talked about baseball, the upcoming NFL season, and annoying shit our wives do.  If it weren’t for Bob making a suggestive comment about my tight ass when I bent over to sink the 8 Ball, it would have been a stereotypical chill night for two guys hanging out away from their women folk.

We just finished a game when a thundering herd of teenage boys came down the stairs, pillows and blankets in hand. 

“Evening gentlemen,” Bob greeted them with playful banter.  “What’s on your agenda?”

“We thought we’d make up our beds and watch some TV,” Cam answered. 

Apparently, they all planned to sleep in the basement.  It seemed awfully early.  I checked my watch.  It was ridiculously early for three teens to be bedding down on a Friday night.  It wasn’t even nine o’clock yet!  “This early?” I asked. 

“I’m sure we will stay up for a while,” Cam answered, continuing to be the spokesman.  “But not too late.  We know we have to be ready to work hard in the morning.” 

He sounded so damn sincere.  Maybe all they truly planned to do was watch TV before bed.  Stacy would be pleased.  He’s just the kind of kid - still eager to please adults - who might genuinely respect an edict about no sex.  But somehow...  I think I would be disappointed if they didn’t have some naked fun.  Is that perverted?  Maybe, but you’re only at that just right period of ripeness for a little while, right? 

“Well, don’t get up too early.  Bob offered me some of the good scotch and I’ll want to sleep it off.  Besides, with four of us, we’ll knock the painting out quickly.”

Bob approached his son and gave him a hug, which Cam returned enthusiastically.  “We’ll head upstairs and leave you boys be.  I trust you all will get enough sleep.  If you decide to use the hot tub again, remember to shower.”

It was as if Bob was giving them carte blanche permission to have sex, even suggesting the hot tub as a possibility.  I could totally see Max and Cam slipping outside for some alone time.  I wonder if Bob and I fooling around outside earlier planted the idea, or perhaps his comments were totally innocent and I’m just preoccupied with thinking about two amazing, smokin’ boys engaging in incredibly hot sex. 

“Thanks Dad,” Cam replied as he unashamedly leaned into his father for even more affection.  “We will.”

“I’m so glad to see you and your friends together again,” Bob said.  “I’m elated to see you all so happy.  I love you,” he added, kissing Cam atop his head.

“I love you too Daddy,” Cam answered without hesitation.  It still strikes me a little odd every time Cam uses ‘Daddy’.  Most kids around here transition to ‘Dad’ well before they leave elementary school.  I have to admit, there is something genuinely sweet about it.  Maybe it’s another one of those southern things?  I suspect if I had a boy to call me ‘Daddy’, I’d dig it.

Max looked on at Cam and Bob’s lovefest with a pained look.  He suddenly seemed melancholy.  My initial thought was he might be jealous of Bob being so openly affectionate with his boyfriend.  Then it dawned on me - seeing Bob be such a perfect father had to paint quite a contrast to his own pathetic sperm donor.

I knew I needed to step in.  I gave him a gentle hug from behind.  “Bob’s right,” I told them.  “Seeing you all back together gives me warm fuzzies.”  Max turned and gave me a frown.  I’m sure ‘warm fuzzies’ was a little too corny or cringey.  “I’ll see you in the morning.  Behave yourselves,” I added, almost too sternly to be taken seriously.  I added a smirk and wink.  I hoped Max realized I was telling him to enjoy himself.

***

Bob poured us both a small glass of scotch on the rocks once we were back in the kitchen.  “So, did you give Cam the brilliant idea of them sleeping in the basement?”  I asked, smirking.  With the boys two floors away, there would be no risk of them hearing Bob and I fuck madly, which I hoped was still in the works.

“No, but I can’t say I dislike the idea,” he answered before getting into character.  “It’s time to go upstairs and for you to service me.  You know your mouth and ass are for my pleasure, don’t you, you eager little faggot?”  He reached over and gave my crotch a squeeze.  I instantly started to get hard.  One rub and being demeaned was all it took. 

I followed Bob quietly up the stairs.  “So you really enjoy being submissive?” he asked with a gleam in his eye. 

“Oh, yes sir,” I answered obediently.  “Very much so.”

“Excellent,” he answered smiling.  We stopped outside the guest room.  “Get your bag and come to my room,” he commanded with the same authority I've seen him instruct Cam.  He closed the door to the guest room.  If the boys saw, they should assume I was in there, not with Bob, getting the same treatment Max was surely enjoying.

***

Bob closed and locked his door.  “Strip,” he demanded.  “I want to see you naked.”

I shucked my clothes and put my hands behind my head awaiting his next instruction.  He approached and ran his hands across my body, pinching each nipple and squeezing my cock and balls - just hard enough to show he was in charge.  “Good, good,” he muttered.  “On your knees.  Present your pussy for inspection.”

The next 40 minutes might have been one of the most intense and satisfying sexual encounters of my life.  Bob pulled his shorts off and stuffed that fat cock head into my mouth, throat fucking me while I gagged and slobbered all over his large knob.  I could tell he was really getting into it.  So was I.  My cock was so hard, eager for relief and leaking all over everything.  Being used by a dominant guy is so fucking arousing.  I love pleasing his amazing cock.

He pulled me onto the bed and knelt over me, ordering me to eat his ass, which I did earnestly while he gently sucked my cock and balls.  Eventually he had me up on my knees, rimming and fingering me.

“I’m so glad you blew me earlier,” he informed me.  “I should be able to fuck you a very long time.”  That sounded fantastic.  I needed it badly.

Jesus, he wasn’t lying.  He pushed my head down and mounted me from behind and pounded me for what seemed an eternity.  My cock oozed so much precum a pool was collecting on the sheet.  Then he rolled me onto my side and continued his onslaught.  It was an interesting angle to be penetrated by.  I almost came twice during that, but each time he intentionally slowed his thrusts to deny the orgasm I so desperately deserved.  He showed no sign of nearing climax.  I’m not sure if it was because he came earlier, or was wearing a condom, or both.

Even after twenty minutes of being fucked, I still felt so tight with my legs together.  His plump cock seemed to be drilling new ground with every plunge.  God, this was spectacular. 

As he pumped away, my thoughts wandered.  This was so damn good.  Was it even better than sex with Max in Mexico?  Had I found the right gay lover decades ago, might I never have gotten married to a woman or been allured by boys?  I can’t even fathom that, it’s so integral to my identity.  These were deep thoughts for the middle of a fuck, but that’s a testament to the longevity of our coupling.

I must have been making too much noise, because Bob put his hand over my mouth to shush me.  He grabbed my underwear which had somehow ended up on the bed.  “Don’t make me shove these in your mouth for misbehaving.  Now be quiet.”

I bristled.  I instantly thought of Chad doing that exact same thing to my dear, sweet Max.  I might have loved such a thing in the heat of such a hot fuck, but knowing that very thing happened to Max was a buzzkill.  My body slumped.

Bob must have sensed.  “You okay?” he asked, stopping with his cock buried deep in my ass.

“Yeah,” I assured him.  “I’ll be quieter, don’t worry.”

“Good,” he replied as he resumed.  It was time to bring this to an end.  I wanted to cum.  My balls ached and the brief flash of what Max endured at the hands of Chad had taken off the edge.  I squeezed my ass and ground my cock into the bed.  I had two quick orgasms, barely seconds apart, the final one finishing just as Bob deposited his load deep.

He rolled off me and we kissed.  “That was hot,” he proclaimed.

“So fucking intense,” I answered.  “It was amazing.”

He smiled.  “I’m sorry about the whole underwear thing,” Bob said sincerely as he stroked my arm.  “I guess that was too far, huh?”

I took a deep breath.  Was this the time to bring Bob into the loop and tell him about Max and Chad?  I truly did want his help in figuring out what to do.  Still, is it something I should share?  After all, it’s Max’s secret. 

I started to explain but stopped.  If I tell him about Chad, it’s a gateway to him learning about Max and I, and despite his own admissions of how attractive he finds the boys, I’m not sure how he would react to news that I actually engaged in improper acts. 

“It’s fine,” I muttered.  “It was just unexpected,” I added, trying to deflect.

“I understand.  Sorry,” he replied.  “The way you reacted to everything else, I thought it might be a turn on.  I only want to do things we find mutually enjoyable.  I wouldn’t have really done that, although I didn’t want the boys to hear you moaning, either.”

“Was I really that loud?”

“You were getting there,” he said, grinning.  “You clearly love getting fucked.”

There was no denying that.  “Absolutely sir,” I quipped.

***

I’ve hooked up with several men, but never have I spent the night with one.  Bob and I slept naked, draped over each other for much of our slumber.  It was new and exciting.  It made me ponder whether it was the path I should have followed, had life circumstances aligned.  There is something incredibly special about waking up naked to a sexy man you made love to the night before.

Even so, I slept poorly.  I couldn’t stop comparing sex with Bob to sex with Max.  What just happened with Bob was spectacular, and in the moment, I felt like it might have been the best sex I’ve ever had.  It was certainly the best I’ve ever been topped. 

I think my commitment to never cross the line with Max (or any other boy) again tainted my perceptions.  As the night wore on, my recollections of Mexico became clearer.  I remembered how euphoric it was to fulfill my lifelong fantasies with Max.  Sex with Bob was great - but it wasn’t magical or spiritual like Cozumel, but I succumbed to the fact it would have to suffice.  Thanks to the past few weeks, I now realize sex with boys is just too dangerous and complicated.  And it’s not worth the risk of harming them or derailing my own life.

The other question on my mind throughout the night regarded Chad.  I told Max I would come up with some sort of plan to protect Brett, but I still had no idea what to do.  I need help from someone I trust. 

I decided, after much consternation, that Bob should be informed.  Some things are bigger than Max’s privacy or my own anxiety.  If it leads to him finding out about Max and I, so be it.  Cam already knows about my transgressions, and he and Bob are as close as any father and son I know, so it’s probably only a matter of time before Cam tells him.  Perhaps it would be for the best if it came from me.  I can only hope he’s as understanding as he has indicated.

I just needed the right time.

***

Bob stirred just after I did and we greeted each other by making out.  Neither of us seemed to care about having morning breath.  He pulled me out of bed and after relieving ourselves, led me to their massive shower.  It was big enough for four people, with dual shower heads from either end and a large rain shower in the middle.

Bob spun me around and stuck his tongue down my throat while he groped me all over.  I had images of him pushing me up against the wall and taking my ass again, which honestly, I’m not sure I could have managed.  Besides, I don’t think I’m quite ready to be bred.  I wasn’t sore...but definitely a little tender.  He must have realized that himself, for we just showered and jerked each other to a nice climax and watched our cum wash down the drain together.  He’s cum three times in the last 12 or so hours, and me twice, plus another earlier in the day with Kim.  It’s not often that happens for married guys our age. 

***

After grabbing some coffee, we made our way downstairs to wake the boys.  They were sprawled across both couches.  Noah had one to himself and Cam and Max shared the other, heads at opposite ends.  I fully expected to see them spooned, but they weren’t.  There was no pile of clothes on the floor and I didn’t detect the scent of sex.  No sweat.  No bleachy smell of semen.  No condom wrappers strewn across the floor (okay, I didn’t really expect that).  Might their night have been innocent after all?

Bob woke them with his deep voice and clap of his hands.  I was shocked at how quickly they arose.  “Morning Daddy,” Cam said happily as he sat up.  He was shirtless, but had on shorts.  Noah and Max weren’t far behind, both sitting and yawning.

“We’re going to YoYo’s,” I informed them.  “We’ll get donuts while you get moving.  Requests?”

Having noted their preferences, we climbed into Bob’s MDX.

***

“They really did look so young and innocent sleeping.  Almost like they are still little boys,” Bob commented as he pulled onto the street.

“Yeah, I had the same thought.  I’m not sure they actually did anything,” I commented.  “Knowing what they get up to, it’s easy to forget they’re still pretty early in puberty.”

“Perhaps.  Or maybe they just do a great job of cleaning up.  What did you expect, piles of crusty tissues all over the floor?  Cam isn’t a slob.”

“I know.  I guess I just expected some indication.  They aren’t usually very discrete,” I explained.  “Probably not cum remnants, though.  Max reports Cam prefers to finish, uh, internally.”

Bob laughed.  “Jesus, I probably could have gone without knowing that particular tidbit, although…” He trailed off, hesitant.  “He seems to take after his old man, and, well, who doesn’t enjoy ditching condoms?  I’ve never gone bare with a guy before, being married and all, but Jeanine and I stopped using them before we were married.”

He paused again, clearly wrestling with whether to say what was on his mind.  “I’d totally breed you if you’d let me.”

That wasn’t what I expected.  “I’ve never gone barebacked with another man, either, for similar reasons,” I explained.  “Honestly, I haven’t given it much thought.  It’s an interesting idea.  I’ve heard some guys really enjoy it.”

That reminded me of how Max begged me to breed him in Mexico, and how I finally succumbed to his pleas on our final morning.  I did recall how even more intense the pleasure was as the top, and how satisfied he seemed after, too.

Bob didn’t respond so we briefly sat in silence.  I wasn’t sure what else to say, and he didn’t push the matter further.  I thought it best to steer the conversation back to the boys.

“It’s going to freak me out whenever their voices actually change.  I know Noah’s has started to crack occasionally, but neither Max nor Cam seem anywhere near,” I stated.  “By the way, I think it’s fucking adorable when Cam calls you ‘Daddy’ so lovingly in that boyish tone.  He’s mature in so many other ways.  I’d melt if Max ever said that to me.”

Bob beamed.  “Yeah, I don’t hate it.  Some people might think it’s a little childish at his age, but I eat it up.  He won’t be a boy for much longer, and I want to enjoy it as long as I can.”

I sure as hell understood that!

As the drive wore on, I realized it was the perfect opportunity to inform Bob about Chad and Max.  It’s funny how many important conversations I seem to be having in cars lately.  Max confided in me about Brett when I was taking him home.  Noah shared his concerns about whether he might be gay after Max’s birthday party.  He also shared his insecurities about his appearance the night after Cam and Max’s huge blowup at his house.  It’s like my front seat is a therapist’s couch for middle school boys, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.  As the old adage goes, car rides are the best time to talk, even if both participants are grown men.

“So, there is something I wanted to fill you in on,” I said seriously.

“Yeah?”  he answered.

“Remember last night, when you threatened to stuff my underwear in my mouth?” 

“I could tell that bothered you more than you let on.  Again, I’m sorry if it crossed a line, it was just the heat of the moment.”

“I know.  It’s not that.  It’s just…”

“Just what?”

“There’s a reason it struck me so strongly.  I should have told you last night - because I need your help - but I wasn’t sure it was my place to share.  It’s about Max.”

“Max?  What does Max have to do with…” Bob began.  It was like a lightbulb went off in his head and his lip curled.  “Wait.  Did that mother fucking father of his -”

“No.  His dad’s a prick and a predator, but he only diddles little girls, as far as I know.  Apparently, he’s quite the homophobe, but that’s another story.”

“Then what is it?”

“Max was really struggling after Cam dumped him.  He was stressed about…some other things, too,” I cryptically stated, alluding to the anxiety we both shared about everyone finding out about us.  “He was lonely and desperate.”

“O-kay?” Bob asked, clearly not sure where this was leading.

“Max discovered Grindr and made an account, pretending to be 19.  He says he never intended to actually do anything, just goofing around to have some sexy chats and pics.”

“Ahhhh.  You said he was ‘lonely and desperate’.  Bad combination.  Let me guess.  He actually met someone?”

“Yeah.  Chad was his name.  I guess he came off as really nice.  As a matter of fact, he mentioned that Chad reminded him of me.”

“Only a lot younger…I hope.”

“Sadly, no.  He’s a father, between our ages.  He really stroked Max’s ego and appealed to his submissive side.”

“Max has a submissive streak?”

“Yes, it seems so.  We’ve talked about it.  He and I are wired the same like that, akin to you and Cam both being more dominant,” I tried to explain.  This wasn’t fucking awkward at all.  “Anyway, Chad talked up how fun it would be for Max to service him and do whatever he said.”

“And Max did?”

“Unfortunately.  And Chad wasn’t nearly as nice in person.”

“Oh shit.  How bad was it?”

“Pretty bad.  Max told me about it through sobs.  He said it was fun at first.  I guess Chad is super hung and Max was really aroused by the size of it and even liked sucking him, but then it went off the rails.”

Bob was rapt with attention.  “Go on.”

“Well, he fucked his throat and butt, and not at all gently.  Max was still very sore days later.  At some point Max got too loud with a huge cock brutally sodomizing him.”

“And he shut him up by gagging him with his own underwear?”  Bob correctly guessed, with a hint of shame.  I nodded.  “I see.  Now I get why you lost your edge.  Again, sorry.”

“It’s okay, you didn’t know.  I have to admit, normally I would have found that hot,” I admitted.  “At the time, all I could think about was my poor, sweet little Max getting his butt ripped apart by some big-dicked asshole who had no concern for his well-being.  When he cried in pain, the mother fucker threatened to shove his underwear in his mouth to keep him quiet so he could finish.”

“I understand.  Jesus.  I can’t believe someone was so rough on him.  It’s bad enough to hook up with such a young boy, but to treat him so poorly…” Bob expressed, his voice rising.

“It gets worse,” I reluctantly shared.  “Thank God he used a condom, but I guess when he came he threatened to strand Max at the motel if he didn’t lick the cum off his dick.  Then he made Max eat his own load from the sheets.  Max said he had to pee so badly he wet the bed during the anal onslaught, so it was all mixed together.”

“For fuck’s sake!  This guy sounds like a sadist,” Bob explained.  “If someone did that to Cameron, I’d probably find a tall tree and hang him myself.”

“Yeah, that thought crossed my mind, too.  And I’m usually against the death penalty.”

Bob shook his head and grumbled something about being surrounded by ‘bleeding hearts’.  I suppose he is from Texas and Minnesota is more progressive, although I’ve always been pretty centrist. 

“Has he told anyone else?  I mean, this guy could easily be thrown in jail.  Just think - a kid whose own dad is in prison for molesting girls, manages to get himself raped by a similar predator,” Bob ranted.  He was on a roll.  “Unbelievable.  It sounds like some sort of bad erotic fiction story you’d read on Nifty.  You know that site?”

I laughed.  “Yeah, I’ve read a few stories out there from time to time.”  I assumed I was probably reading different sections than Bob.

“It seems strange Max actually came.”

I shrugged.  “I guess if you press on a boy's prostate long or hard enough, the body just does it.  He swears he only felt a small amount of pleasure, but I think experiencing any with everything else confused him.”

“I’ve never really enjoyed bottoming, so I wouldn’t know, but I guess it makes sense.  A lot of body processes are involuntary, and at his age, any stimulation is going to have a mind of its own.”

“Exactly.  I tried to reassure him that experiencing some physical enjoyment didn’t make what happened appropriate or even consensual,” I explained.  “He seems to think because he didn’t explicitly tell Chad to stop that it wasn’t assault.”

Bob nodded.  “Sounds like a pretty normal defense mechanism, trying to minimize a traumatic experience.”

I concur.  That was as good of an explanation as any I could muster.

“There’s an additional layer of complication,” I added.  “He didn’t share until later, but apparently this shithead has a sixth grader, named Brett, at Olympia.”

Bob groaned.  “So Max is worried about running into him around school?  I guess that could be awkward.”

He wasn’t getting it.  Of course, I didn’t at first, either.

“No.  Chad showed Max a picture of his son.  He invited Max over to show Brett the ropes and break him in, so to speak.  Apparently, after experiencing how tight a young boy is, he can’t wait to start using his own child for his own sexual gratification,” I relayed before taking a breath.  “This piece of shit had the audacity to tell Max he’d need to use the boy’s butt because his mouth was full of braces.”

Bob didn’t respond but I could see a vein in his throat throbbing.

“As much as Max bristles at describing what Chad did to him as rape or sexual assault, he’s worried sick about this boy.  As big as Chad’s cock is, and with Brett barely 11, Max is terrified for him.”

The tension was palpable.  Neither of us knew what to say. 

“What do you plan to do?”  Bob asked calmly.

“Good question.  I’ve been pondering that for over a week, and I still don’t have any good ideas.  It’s one of the reasons I shared.”

“Well, I suppose vigilante justice is out of the question.  As much as I’d like to string him up or just shoot the fucker with my .45, that probably doesn’t end well.”

I knew Bob wasn’t serious, but I understood the sentiment. 

“No, and as far as I know, Brett might think Chad is the best dad ever.  Maybe he is… you know, outside of wanting to sodomize his own boy,” I conceded.  “Our goal has to be to protect Brett, and any other boys, from experiencing what Max went through.”

“Right.  Couldn’t Max just report it?”

“I considered that.  I just don’t think that is in Max’s best interest.”  Nor mine, I thought to myself.  Having Max talk to a detective about Chad would open the door for him to share too much.  “It would cause him to re-live everything with his father.  I hate to say this, but I think going through interviews, testifying, and dealing with the public fallout might be more traumatic than the event itself.  I think he just wants to put it behind him.  What’s preventing that is his concern for Brett, who would also be affected by reporting it to law enforcement.  Brett would be caught in the middle, just like Max was with his own father.”

“I love that he’s so compassionate,” Bob commented.  “But maybe this is a time where he needs to look out for number one.”

“I think some boys could, but Max doesn’t seem able to.  He’s been trying to figure out who Brett is at school.  I know he asked Spencer - who is a sixth grader, too - if he knows him.”

“Hmm.  So we need to figure out how to put the fear of God into this Chad?”

“Yes, essentially scare the shit out of him so he behaves,” I answered.  “Preferably without collateral damage.”

Bob pulled into the crowded YoYo’s lot.  “Give me some time to think.  There has to be something we can do.”

***

“Does Cam know about Chad?”  Bob asked when we were back in the car.

“I don’t know for sure,” I answered.  “I doubt Max would have mentioned it at the dance.  My gut says he may not want to share with anyone else, out of humiliation and shame.”

“For basically getting raped?”  Bob asked incredulously.

“More so for believing he was stupid enough to meet someone in the first place, and going along with everything.  He shared he feels like an idiot, and never actually told him no or to stop even though he wanted to,” I explained.  “We need to be very careful.  I don’t want Max to be angry with me for sharing his secret.”

“I understand.  I’ll keep it to myself, although like any kid, Max needs to realize some things are in his best interest even if he doesn’t like or agree with whatever it may be.  I think you getting help to deal with this falls into that category,” Bob stated confidently.  “What do we know about Chad?  Anything?  Last name?  Address?  Pictures?”

“So far, just his first name.  And that he has a sixth grader at Olympia named Brett.  I guess that narrows down the area in which he lives, but I know nothing else.”

“What does he drive?”

“Hmm.  Max would know, if he remembers or paid attention.  Let me see if I can figure out a way to ask him.”

***

The boys managed to make the donuts disappear in a mere fraction of the time it took to retrieve them.  We thought we bought enough extra that Bob could eat another for an afternoon snack, but clearly, we didn’t consider how much three teenage boys can put away.  But, true to their word, they were dressed and ready to leave when we returned.  Bob bid us farewell and good luck on the painting as we left.

Is it weird that it gives me a thrill to have three cute boys in my car?  I thought they would be in a great mood, but instead were all unusually quiet.  Maybe they stayed up later than we realized and were still sleepy.  As much as I wanted to ask if there had been any fornication, I managed to hold my tongue.

As I drove, I tried to explain how we would tackle the project.  “Have any of you painted before?” I asked.

“Yep,” Noah offered.  “Dad made me help paint the whole basement last year.  He said I was a natural.”  I couldn’t tell for sure, but I think he rolled his eyes. 

Max and Cam remained quiet.  I looked over my shoulder at them.  “Just in art class,” Cam said.  “But I think I’ll be okay.”

“Just show me what to do,” Max added, unenthusiastically.

“The trick is to not rush.  The brushwork has to be done carefully,” I replied.  “I have quality brushes and with steady hands, we can avoid the hassle of taping everything off.  That takes forever and sometimes doesn’t even work well.”

“We’ll do our best, won’t we?” Cam replied.  I swear he should come across as a suck-up, but he’s so damn genuine. 

***

The morning went quickly and by the time we broke for lunch, the room was coming along well.  We only had a small amount of edging left.

I’ve never seen these three so quiet.  I’d like to think it was because they were so focused on the task at hand, but the truth was, they all seemed off.  I wondered what happened, because it was such a change from their collective giddiness last night. 

When we first arrived, Noah and Max ran next door to put on old clothes to wear while Cam and I began emptying the room.  For as small as Cam is, he had no problem lifting anything.  Not that I was surprised, of course.  He’s ripped from head to toe.

“Did you guys have fun last night?”  I asked, hoping Cam might shed some light. 

“Yeah, sure,” he answered after a long pause.  It was like his mind was a million miles away. 

Max and Noah seemed equally muted.  None of them seemed angry or particularly upset, just that something was on their minds distracting them.

Cam took care of the wall plates while Max, Noah, and I finished moving the furniture.  I gave them a quick lesson on how I like to brush and poured four small trays of paint and we each started in a corner along the ceiling.  I was quicker with the brush, so it gave me an opportunity to observe them.  I expected a little sloppiness, getting paint on the door trim or ceiling, but was pleasantly surprised.  They were doing just as well as I was, albeit slower.  As neat and tidy they usually keep their rooms and appearance, I shouldn’t be surprised. 

***

I tried to troll for info as I reheated leftover spaghetti for lunch.  After helping Max get the ingredients earlier in the week, it left me with a craving and Kim and I whipped up a batch on Thursday for ourselves.  There was just enough left to feed the four of us a light lunch.  It would hold us over until we were finished and would grab pizza as a reward for a job well done.

“So, did you guys stay up super late or what?”  I asked.  “You’re all acting like you just got grounded, not like you were just reunited.”

They glanced at each other, clearly surprised and concerned I picked up on them being off.

“Not really,” Noah answered.  “We were out by midnight.”

“Okay,” I answered.  “Then why the sour moods?  Did something happen?  You all get into some sort of argument or something?”

They all shook their heads in unison.  “We’re fine,” Max replied, unconvincingly.  “No problem, is there?”

“No,” Noah and Cam chimed in unison.  None of them can lie worth a damn.  It would be amusing if I weren’t so worried.

***

When we returned to our work, Noah started finishing the last of the cut-in and I showed Max and Cam how to use the roller.  They already finished most of one wall, when I had a revelation:  the gallon of paint I bought was insufficient. 

“Fuck!”  I exclaimed.

“What?”  Max asked, spinning around.  He looked afraid, like he might have done something wrong.

“This isn’t going to be enough paint.  I’ll need to run to Lowe’s to get more,” I replied.

“We’ll keep at it while you go,” Cam suggested.  “That way we’ll finish sooner.  I can’t wait for pizza.”  We’d just eaten, but I guess 13-year-old boys are always hungry.

“Okay, sounds good,” I answered.  “Just keep going as you have, slow and steady.”

“Yes sir,” Max answered, seemingly happier.  Maybe they just wanted me to leave so he and Cam could…enjoy some private, unchaperoned time. 

“Hey,” Noah interjected.  “Can I tag along?  I'm done with this and you don’t need three people to roll.”

After a week of being grounded, I was surprised he would want to spend time with an adult when he could stay with his buddies.  He looked almost desperate.

“Yeah, sure.  Just wash up.”  Maybe Noah would tell me what was going on.  Or maybe he was just excusing himself because he knew Max and Cam had plans and didn’t want things to become even more awkward.  Could that be the issue?  Max and Cam got too frisky in front of Noah and it weirded him out?  If that’s the case, Bob will be pissed.

***

I decided to be direct with Noah as we backed out of the driveway.  “Okay, spill it.  What the Hell is going on with you three?  You all seem like someone pissed in your Cheerios.  Please tell me Cam and Max didn’t break up again last night and are just pretending to be okay.”

Noah sighed.  “God no.  They definitely did NOT break up.  They’re…very happy and fully enjoying being back together,” he added with a laugh.

“Oh,” I asked.  “So they weren’t monks.  I assume you mean they…”

He nodded but looked very uncomfortable. 

“I take it their friskiness after being apart for so long was over the top and weirded you out?”  I asked.   “I’ll talk to them.  It’s only considerate to tone it down when others are around.  No one likes to feel like a third wheel or watch PDA.”  I suppose that was inevitable, but it’s a good reminder for them to find activities they can all take part in.

“No, it’s not that,” Noah responded.  “I’ve seen them do stuff.  I just throw a pillow or wretch if they’re being over the top, and they always stop.  They aren’t inconsiderate, if that’s what you mean.”

That’s good.  Most eighth graders don’t exert that much self-control.  But it left me confused as to what the issue might be.  “Okay, so if it’s not that, what is it?”

Several seconds passed.  Noah was deliberately considering his response.

“Noah, what is it?”

“It’s just…we all did stuff,” he finally mumbled sheepishly, looking away.  “I don’t know what to think anymore,” he declared.  I could tell he was becoming upset. 

“What do you mean?” I asked compassionately, my hand patting his leg.

“I dunno.  I mean… I only like girls, I think… but then…” he rambled before trailing off.

“You can’t say no to doing stuff with Max and Cam because it feels so good, and now you have doubts?” I guessed.

“Yeah,” he answered, quickly wiping his eyes.  He never was good at hiding tears.

“Noah, I told you before that just because you enjoy getting your dick sucked by another guy that it means nothing.  It feels good… and boys your age just want to get off anyway they can.”

“I know, but…”  He stopped mid-sentence because his tank top had found its way into his mouth.

“But what?”  I asked.  It isn’t often he chews his collar, but here we were.  Damn.  That’s his tic when he’s super anxious and feeling overwhelmed.  I gently pulled it back down.  “Please stop making a meal of your shirt and talk to me.”

He complied but was totally morose.  “I did other stuff with them, for the first time.  Things I never thought I would.”

I was shocked.  I knew Cam and Max had both blown their straight friend, but clearly it went further.  Did he fuck one of them?  Or even go as far as to let one of them do it to him? 

“I take it you lost your virginity, and it’s freaking you out because it was with another boy?”

He was silent and stared out the window, but nodded.

“One time… or even a few times, doesn’t really mean anything.  You’re horny, you had access, and a hole is a hole to a 13-year-old,” I reassured him.  “You want to tell me what happened?”

He shook his head.  I could tell he was mortified. 

“That’s your choice, but I think you’ll feel better if you talk about it.  It’s clearly weighing on you.  I can guess if you’d prefer.”  He subtly nodded.  “Did you top Max or Cam?”

“Top?” he asked.

“Fuck,” I explained.  “Your penis.  Their butt.”

“Yeah,” he whispered.

“Can I ask who?” 

“Cam.”

“And you feel strange about it now?”

“Yeah.  I mean… I thought I wouldn’t like it...but I saw them do it and they both seemed to love it.  I thought it would be gross, but it looked so hot, and they offered, and I couldn’t resist.”

“And?”

“It was beyond incredible.  I mean, can a girl… feel that good?”

“Noah, bud,” I replied, placing a hand on his shoulder.  “Trust me.  A girl you are into will feel every bit as awesome because it will be more than just sex.  And a vagina will feel even better because you’re straight and that’s what you really want.”

“Really?”

“Of course.  Don’t be ashamed because you had fun.  It only means something if you let it mean something.  If you don’t ever want to do it again, don’t.  I’m sure they won’t pressure you to do something you’re uncomfortable with, but if you want me to talk to them, I can.”

“I know, but…that’s just it.  I wouldn’t mind, at least until I have a girlfriend willing to do stuff.”

“That would be okay, too.  There is no shame in enjoying your body with others you trust and care about so long as everyone is having fun and being safe.  At least with Max and Cam no one can get pregnant, eh?”

“Thanks.  That’s true,” he replied in a much happier tone.  “You always make me feel better.  You won’t tell them I told you, will you?”

“Of course not, if you don’t want me to, but I really doubt they’d care,” I explained.  “You want to hear something funny?  I assumed you came with me so Cam and Max could be alone and fool around.”

“Nah, I just wanted to talk.  But… that wouldn’t surprise me, either.  They are so horny all the time,” he said laughing.  “Not that I blame them.  I get it now, at least for whoever is doing the fucking.  Although whoever is getting fucked sure seems to enjoy it, too.”

I laughed.  “All boys your age are constantly horny, you know that.  If they could have sex whenever they wanted with someone they were attracted to, I’m sure they would,” I stated.  “And the person getting fucked is called the ‘bottom’.  They enjoy it because their prostate, which is inside their butt, is being stimulated.  It’s part of the ejaculatory system.”

“Oh.  Is that why it felt nice when Cam licked my butthole and pushed his finger inside?

Whoa!  So even more happened than Noah initially let on.

“Er, yeah.  The anus has a lot of nerve endings, and every guy has a prostate.  It isn’t ‘gay’ to enjoy that, it’s male.”

For the first time, Noah smiled.  I think I reassured him sufficiently.  I decided to shift gears. 

“They both seem like they’re pissy.  Any idea why?”

“Really?”  he answered.  “I hadn’t noticed.”

“Probably because you were too worried about being gay.  Again.”

“Maybe I was a little distracted,” he admitted through a grin. 

“So, what could be up with them?”

“I’m not sure.  A lot of things happened last night.”

“Besides sex?”

He nodded.  “We found out our buddy Jamie at school might be gay and is crushing on this new kid, Seb - who just transferred from Cam’s school.  You know about him, right?”

“Yes, I heard.  That’s kind of a crazy coincidence.”

“Definitely,” he said before pausing.  “Max told us about that.  He was also messaging with this closeted guy who reached out to him but I guess is super religious and scared.  We aren’t totally sure whether he’s real, but think he probably is.  Max seems worried about him and wants to be there for him, if he can.”

That’s my sweet boy.  Just like with Brett, he wants to help.

“He hadn’t mentioned, but I guess he did just earn back his phone,” I responded.  Noah grumbled something incoherent.  I guess reminding him he’s still without his phone is a sore spot.  “I’m glad he’s being compassionate, but I don’t want him to be made a fool of if someone is trying to play a cruel joke.”

“Yeah, we talked about that possibility.  After messaging more, he seems legit,” Noah stated.  He took a breath.

“That’s something else that’s making me anxious.”

“What?”  I asked.

“That suddenly so many people in my group at school are gay.  Max, Jamie, probably Seb.  Now this mystery kid says he knows me.  Plus Spencer.  It’s like it’s a clue I might be gayer than I realize.  Am I a magnet or what?”

“I understand how that might make you anxious, but I think you’re just shocked to learn of a few friends in such a short time,” I explained.  “I bet there are still at least 20 or 30 guys at school you are at least friendly with who are straight, right?”

“Yeah, as far as I know,” he answered.  “It’s not like I ever suspect anyone.  My gaydar sucks.  I had no idea about Jamie.”

“That's actually a good indication you’re as straight as you think you are.  It’s just a coincidence you found out about a few of your friends in a matter of weeks.  That’s not a surprise.  The first guy coming out makes it easier for others,” I reminded.  “Don’t sweat it.  Trust me, you’ll be fine and are totally normal.  Besides, even if you aren’t 100 percent straight, you’re still one of the most awesome people I know, kid or adult!”

“Thanks,” he answered, flashing a shy smile.

“Now, does that cover everything that’s been bothering you?”

He was quiet for a moment.  “Actually, there’s one more thing.  Max told us about something else, too.”

“What?” I asked.

“He shared about Chad,” Noah said solemnly.  “You know that whole story, right?”

Wow.  I was shocked Max informed Cam, much less Noah. 

“I think so,” I replied.  “I wasn’t sure he would share that with anyone else.”

“He did.  He just wanted to tell Cam, but Cam made him tell me, too.  I kind of wish he hadn’t, though.  It’s fucked up and I feel so bad for him.  I don’t like the idea of him being treated so meanly.  It pisses me off.”

“Me too, bud.  I’m working on it.”

Maybe Cam has Chad on his mind.  Hell,  Max might still, too.  Perhaps Max is just jealous Noah fucked Cam and not him.  Or he’s preoccupied about Brett, Seb, Jamie, or this mystery boy who reached out.  At least I had some ideas of what could be troubling the other two, now that I figured out Noah was struggling with his ‘am I gay’ anxiety, again.

“I’m glad.  Let me know if I can help,” Noah offered.  How sweet is that?

When we arrived and walked into the store, Noah did something he hadn’t in years: leaned his head against my shoulder.

“Thanks for always being so chill and helping me figure things out.  I always feel way better after we talk,” Noah said as he gave me a side hug.

“Hey, what are de facto uncles good for?”  I was beaming as I returned his squeeze.

Without any hesitation, Noah immediately responded with the most meaningful compliment a guy like me could ever have:

“Everything.”

***

When Noah and I returned, both Max and Cam were in better spirits.  I heard them laughing as we made our way upstairs.  When I saw them, I couldn’t believe my eyes.  Both boys were shirtless with paint streaks across their chests.  “What the?”  I asked.

“He started it,” they both said simultaneously pointing at each other.  They broke into silly laughter.  “Sorry,” Cam explained.  “He got me accidentally with the roller and I HAD to pay him back.”

“Yeah, sorry,” Max added.  “We didn’t mean to waste your paint.”

“It’s fine.  Just be careful what you touch,” I replied, tossing each of them a rag. 

They did look adorable.  God, to be 13 again. 

Of course, that didn’t explain why they were shirtless in the first place.  If it weren’t for the fact that much more painting had been completed while we were gone, I’d think Noah was right when he suggested they might take the opportunity for a quickie.  I guess it was still possible.  Rolling goes fast, and Noah and I had to wait in line to have the paint mixed.  Who knows, they could have just overheated.

I’m not sure what happened, but I was glad to see everyone happier, including Noah (who was much more at ease).

***

It wasn’t long before my curiosity was satisfied.  We knocked out the rest of the painting relatively quickly and Max was helping me wash the brushes and rollers in the garage sink while Noah and Cam replaced the wall plates and vents.

“You seem much happier since Noah and I returned.  Did you and Cam take advantage of your alone time?  If so, don’t tell your mother.  She’ll scalp me for not being more diligent.”

“Maybe,” he replied, smirking.

“That’s what I figured.”

“Honestly, we just kissed.  And talked.”

“So which cheered you up?  Kissing or talking?”

“Both.  But mostly talking.”

“Care to share what was bothering you two?”

“Cam was worried, and kind of angry.”

“About?”

“I spilled my guts about Chad.  I don't want secrets, but I’m not sure I should have.  It really bothers him.”

“Is he mad at you?”

“No, but he’s pissed at Chad.  I think he’d kill him if he got the chance.  He says he ‘can’t stand anyone who hurts’ me.”  Ooof.  In that case, I wonder what Cam really thinks of me.  Does he truly see me as that different from Chad?  I guess I was never violent, forceful, or mean to Max. 

“I’m still working on…dealing with him.  I’ve been thinking about it for days, but so far, none of my ideas are great,” I admitted.  “I promise, I won’t let you - or Brett - down.”

“That’s what I told Cam,” Max replied.  “He says he wants to help.  I think it would make him happy to be part of whatever we come up with.”

I understood the sentiment, and love that he’s so devoted to and defensive of Max, but I doubt roping more people (and especially another boy) into the situation is a good idea.

“We’ll see.  We have to have a plan first.”  I considered telling Max I looped in Bob, but the timing just didn’t feel right.

“That explains Cam’s melancholy mood.  Now, what about you?  Did telling Cam and Noah about that upset you all over again?”

He gave me an odd look.  “How did you know I told Noah?”

I felt guilty.  I probably should have been more careful about sharing Noah’s disclosures.  I considered covering by saying I assumed he told both, but decided sheepish honestly was most prudent. 

“Well, uh…Noah mentioned it on our paint run.”

“Really?”  he asked, surprised.

“Why are you surprised?  He’s bothered by what happened because he cares about you,” I explained.  I doubted he was annoyed with Noah, but just in case, I made a preemptive move to defend him.  “Besides, you’re not the only one who trusts me enough to share everything.  I am Noah’s favorite uncle,” I added playfully.

“I doubt he told you everything,” he answered smugly.  In fairness, I guess my tone was more combative than I intended.

“Um, well…you might be surprised.  You did notice Noah was in a better mood when we got back, right?  Let’s just say, he got a few things off his chest and feels reassured.”

Max stared at me, as if studying my face in hopes of figuring out exactly how much Noah confided.  He wasn’t angry - just curious. 

I weighed whether to tell Max I knew about Noah fucking Cam.  I did assure Noah I wouldn’t, but also didn’t want to have secrets with Max - who was being very forthcoming.  I quickly determined Max wouldn't care.  “He relayed exactly what happened with Cam while Bob and I were gone to YoYo’s, if that’s what you’re wondering.”

A look of disbelief came over him.  “Wow.  I never thought he’d tell anyone, even you.  He seemed freaked out afterwards.”

I laughed.  “He was.  I think he enjoyed it a little too much, which caused him to question his sexuality.  I straightened him out, no pun intended.”

Max just sighed.

“So, what was your deal?  You weren’t jealous it was Cam and not you, were you?”  I asked in jest.  I know that thought crossed my mind earlier, but I never seriously considered it.  However, I could tell by the way he bit his lip and looked away that I guessed correctly. 

“Sorry,” I said, gripping his shoulder.  “I didn’t mean to put you on the spot.  Maybe next time it will be your turn.”

“That’s what Cam said, but I doubt Noah will ever do it again.  I know it’s stupid to be jealous, but Noah and I have been friends our whole lives and I’ve fantasized about doing that with him so many times,” Max confessed.  I didn’t realize he ever crushed on Noah.  “I never thought he would...and then he does, but with Cam!  I’m not angry or anything, but it bugs me…and it bothers me that it bothers me because I know it’s petty.”

I smiled.  “Recognizing pettiness is a good way to get past it.  It’s also a sign of growing up.”

“Yeah, well, that’s great and all but doesn’t make me feel any better,” he replied in a frustrated tone.

Poor Max.  His emotions are always all over the place.  Puberty sucks.  I decided to offer more information than I probably should to end our conversation on a more optimistic note.

“I wouldn’t discount the prospect of Noah doing it again,” I said, trying to offer him some solace.  “It’s possible sex with you might be too weird for him, since you’re so brotherly, but um…let’s just say he didn’t rule out partaking in the experience again, at least until he has a steady girl.”

“Really?  Wow.  I was positive it was a one-time thing,” Max exclaimed.  “He really does tell you everything.”  We both laughed.

“What can I say?  Apparently, I’m a clearinghouse of adolescent anxieties, doubts, and embarrassing moments,” I answered.  “Plus, you have to remember:  I was the Noah Whisperer years before I was your mentor.  I’ve always just understood and been able to read him, even when his parents can’t.  There’s no doubt you’re the son I never had, but that was only possible because I was already so close with Noah that it didn’t seem weird.”

Finally, Max smiled.  “I guess that’s true.  You never seemed like a creeper to Mom because you were already so tight with Noah and trusted by Adam and Lisa.” 

“Er, well, I’m glad,” I mustered.  Normally, anyone making any reference that I might be attracted to boys would make me anxious.  But since Max’s ‘creeper’ reference was accompanied by a huge smile, it didn’t faze me.  It was clear his definition didn’t include me, despite our activities in Mexico.  But he was right, Stacy may never have allowed me to mentor her son so willingly had she not known my history with Jackson and Noah. 

“Me too,” Max added before thrusting himself into my arms for a hug.

***

When Max and I returned upstairs, Cam and Noah not only had finished putting the wall plates and vents back on and also had neatly folded the drop cloths and ran the vacuum over the carpet.  “Great work,” I commended them.  They really had gone above and beyond.  I immediately texted Adam bragging about how helpful Noah was, in the hopes he’d get his phone back post-haste.

The room looked fantastic.  It truly is amazing what fresh paint can do.  I had no doubt I would be allowed to go on the fishing trip next weekend.  How could Kim say no after this?

We quickly moved a few of the larger furniture items back into place.  “That’s good enough for now,” I told them.  “I can get the rest later.  I don’t know about you guys, but I’m starving again.”

“We’re still getting pizza, right?” Cam asked.  “Dad texted and asked if he could meet us.”

“Of course!  I’ve been salivating thinking about a Pizza Pit prime cut all afternoon, plus all of you worked hard and without complaint.  I’ll text him.”

“Yes!”  Max exclaimed.  “I haven’t eaten at Pizza Pit in forever.  It’s so good.”  The boys were excited.  It’s amazing how much the mood had changed.  The various talks had helped, but I also think some of their joy was in the sense of accomplishment.  Or perhaps I was projecting my adult sensibilities onto teenagers.  Of course, it could also be that they are almost always happier around each other.

“I need a shower first,” Noah pleaded, pretending to smell his pits and be repulsed.  I wondered if he was sweaty from painting or if he still felt the remnants of having fucked Cam earlier. 

Either way, he was right: a shower was definitely in order.  “We could all use one.  We don’t want to get kicked out of Pizza Pit for smelling nasty.”  Cam and Max nodded in agreement.

“Cool.  I’ll run home.  Be back in like 10,” Noah said, making a quick exit.

“Hey, bring back my clothes please,” Max yelled after him.  I forgot Max borrowed old clothes from Noah to paint in.

“I got you,” Noah answered just before slamming the front door shut.

“Okay, then,” I said to my two remaining charges.  “I’m going to head down and wash up.  You guys can use the two bathrooms up here.  If one of them is missing something then just take turns.”

Cam and Max both looked at each other and busted out laughing.  “We’ll figure it out, Craig,” Cam said, trying to stifle further laughs. 

Okay, I get it.  I guess they will save water by showering together. 

“Fine, fine,” I say, shaking my head at them.  “I have plausible deniability in case Stacy asks.  Just don’t take too long.  I’m really hungry.”

***

Stacy would kill me if she realized I essentially sanctioned them showering together, but oh well: don’t ask, don’t tell.  We’re all past the point of having to trust each other.

I texted Bob while the shower warmed and told him we’d be at Pizza Pit in about 45 minutes.  He promptly responded that he’d meet us there.  This really was turning into a glorious day.  Somehow ending back in Bob’s hot tub complete with another session with his plump cock deep in my backside would be icing on the cake, but I didn't figure that was in the works.  It was Bob’s last night with Cam before he left on business and I assume he’ll want to spend time with his son.

***

By the time I was out of the shower, Cam and Max were already in the living room, cuddled and scantily clad.  Apparently, their shower was… just a shower.  Max was nearly naked, wearing only his Calvin Klein underwear.  Obliviously, Noah hadn’t returned with his clothes yet. 

“You guys were fast,” I commented. 

“It’s quicker with help,” Cam commented, sending both boys into fits of giggles.

I rolled my eyes.  “Cameron Brendan Rice, don’t be so crass!”  I responded playfully. 

***

Noah arrived a few minutes later with Max’s clothes, and his phone.  Apparently, my text to his father worked!  His attention was glued to his screen.  There’s a good chance we won’t hear a peep from him until after dinner.  I doubt Bob would tolerate such rudeness, so I may need to gently remind him of the proper social convention and tell him to put the damn thing away at the table.

***

Bob was walking to the entrance as we pulled up.  We quickly joined him at a table in the back corner.  Noah, though he was quiet in the car, put his phone away once we were seated.

Talk quickly turned to the trip next weekend to the cabin.  “Crap,” Noah exclaimed.  “I forgot to mention it to my ‘rents.”

“Why don’t you let me pitch that?”  I offered.  “That is, after I get Stacy’s approval.”  The boys nodded, realizing there was protocol to follow.

Apparently, Bob had been talking with his boss while we painted, because he had more details about the property, including several pictures.  For a remote cabin, it was fairly posh.  It wasn’t overly large, but was nicely furnished.  From what I could tell, the only drawback was a lack of privacy.  It was completely devoid of interior walls, save for those enclosing the single bathroom.  A kitchen and dining area occupied one corner, with a living room opposite.  There was a TV, but I wasn’t sure if there was a satellite dish or if it was only for watching movies.  Beds lined the back wall:  two queens and a set of bunks.  It would sleep the five of us easily, but there would be no sex being had.

The real gems were outside.  There were hammocks strung between trees and an impressive fire pit.  Noah was impressed with the nearly new fishing boat stored on site, but what really had the boys excited were the two ATVs stored in the shed.

“Can we ride those?” Max asked excitedly.

“Of course,” Bob answered.  “We just have to gas them back up.” 

“We’ll have to see what your parents think,” I interjected.  I hated to be a buzzkill, but the truth is, ATVs make me nervous.  I work with a woman whose son was in an ATV accident when he was 15 and is in a persistent vegetative state.  I would never forgive myself if one of them were injured.  If it were up to me, I’d have made an excuse about them not working or something, but Bob already gave approval. 

***

While we waited, the three amigos chattered excitedly about the prospects of next weekend.  Bob and I looked at each other and smiled.  I knew he was thinking the same thing I was.  It was just so damn great to see them all happy again, like boys should be.

Noah launched into a long fish tale from one of his Wisconsin trips.  It was a familiar story that I’d heard Adam tell many times.  It was a classic tale of ‘one that got away’, with the added levity of Adam and Jackson ending up in the lake.  Adam helped Noah reel in this “monster” only to have it flopping around in the small boat once they got it off the hook.  Jackson stood up to grab it, but tripped over something and fell backwards into the lake.  The sudden weight shift caused the boat to rock, sending Adam off the opposite side.  Noah was left alone in the boat with the fish, who then managed to flop himself back into the lake and swim away.  Fish 2, Reids 0.

Each time I hear the story, I swear the fish gets bigger.  I think the first time I heard it, it was a “good 10 pounder.” Noah’s version had it pushing 25 pounds.  I’m not even sure walleye get that big.

Clearly, Noah had listened to his father tell it several times.  He was a great story teller, emphasizing just the right parts for solid laughs.  We were all engrossed and snickering when I noticed Max was off in his own world.

He was looking over my shoulder, his face seemingly stricken with panic.  His mouth was slightly agape, his lip quivering.  It was like he had seen a ghost.  I quickly turned, but didn’t see anything unusual.  The restaurant was filling and sports were playing on the TV, but nothing out of ordinary.

“Everything okay?” I mouthed when I turned back, not wanting to interrupt Noah.  Nobody else noticed Max’s expression.

“Um… yeah,” he mumbled, scooting his chair closer to Cam.  I could tell they had taken each other’s hands under the table. 

Cam must have noticed Max’s stare as well, because he turned and looked in the same direction.  But instead of adopting Max’s look of fright, he beamed.  “Hey Noah,” he said, interrupting.  “Isn’t that your girl?”

“What?”  Noah asked excitedly, looking to his right.  “Holy shit!  It is.”

The table was silent for a moment.  “Well, aren’t you going to go say hi?”  Cam asked.  “Don’t tell me you’re still shy.”

“No…it’s not that.  I’m just not sure about facing her dad.  I'm sure he still wants to skin me alive.”

“C’mon.  We’ll go with you,” Cam offered.  “He won’t make a scene in public.”

“You don’t have to worry about that,” Max said stoically, completely monotone.

“Huh?”  Noah asked.

“She isn’t with her dad.”

“Really?  I guess you did see them leaving school after everything went to shit at the dance.  Cool!”  Noah exclaimed, hopping up.  Cam followed him across the room.  Max remained paralyzed, still in shock.

“Aren’t you going to join them?  I thought you and Ashely were friends.”

He anxiously shook his head.  I gave him a puzzled look.

“The person sitting next to Ashley…” he began before trailing off. 

“Yeah, what about them?”

Max bowed his head and whispered to me, almost inaudibly.  “It’s Chad.”

*** End of Chapter 32 ***

Author’s Notes:

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