Max's Freudian Slip #36

Max’s Freudian Slip #36

Authors notes:

Reminder, the following is purely fictional and an exercise in creative writing. We pick up where we left off – Craig had enjoyed hosting Cam while Bob was out of town, and now Bob and Craig are ready to spend Labor Day weekend with Max and Cam at Bob’s bosses’ fishing cabin.

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Chapter 36

I’m not sure why I bothered going to work Friday. I came in late after dropping Cam at school and I was leaving early to retrieve Max. After a week of nightly bonding with Cam, I was euphoric. I swear, it was like I was on a drug of some sort. It was impossible to focus. All I seemed able to do was replay the deep conversations we shared and think about how much fun the fishing trip would be. There’s just something about quality time with a sweet, affectionate boy that does my heart good. It was definitely a day to tidy my desk and clean up some simple loose ends. Anything more complex than that was just not going to happen.

Come noon, I couldn’t take it any longer and checked out. It cost me an extra hour of vacation, but who cares? I needed to get the hell out of the office. I went home, changed, and relaxed on the deck with a beer while I waited to get my boy.

***

It was a little uncomfortable being back in the school office, waiting for Max. I had flashbacks of the SNO aftermath and was fearful Mrs. Bach would make an appearance. I just wasn’t up for that level of awkwardness. One beer may have lowered my inhibitions just enough that I might come unglued - more than I already did when I went off about all the bullshit of that evening.

Thankfully, I didn’t see her or anyone else who was there that night. Max came in grinning. I signed him out and we were on our way.

He informed me as we drove off that Oly Guy revealed himself at lunch. I guess he just plopped right down at their lunch table like he joked about. Or, at least, Max thought he was joking… maybe it was his plan all along.

Max was excited. Apparently, Liam - that’s Oly Guy’s real name - is a super nice boy who everyone likes. He plays football and his position is tight end, which Max thinks is hilarious. He was beaming at the whole reveal. I guess making a new friend is still exciting, even for an eighth grader. His enthusiasm reminded me of when he and Cam first got together. Was Max developing a crush on this kid? God, I sure hope there isn’t drama.

“You better be careful with your gushing,” I warned, only slightly in jest. “You might make Cam jealous!” I couldn’t help but worry about Cam’s insecurities regarding Oly Guy. It was just a few nights ago he was voicing them to me at bedtime.

“Very funny,” he answered, rolling his eyes. “I have a picture of him,” he added.

He handed me his phone while we were stopped at a light. Apparently, Max snapped the pic during gym, because Liam was clearly dressed out in PE attire. He wasn’t drop-dead beautiful like Cam or Max, but has a certain cuteness about him. He looked more average — an All-American type, quintessential boy-next-door, much like Noah. I’d be lying if I denied he plucked at my bl strings.

I don’t know how I got so lucky… not only do I have Cam, Max, and Noah in my life, but they share pictures of their friends.

“We’ve been in language arts together all year,” Max went on, “but he just changed into my PE class, which is awesome.” I suppose Max would get to see Liam shirtless and in his underwear every day. I knew full well that wasn’t going to be photographed, and felt a slight twinge of sadness. For all the hell of puberty, as a bl, the time in the junior high locker room is incredibly fleeting.

“I’m glad the mystery is solved,” I said. I knew it was driving Max crazy, and truthfully, I was tired of hearing about it. “Just be careful. It’s always nice to make a new friend, and I’m sure you can be there for him as he comes to grips with his sexuality, but don’t complicate things with Cam or… push Liam into anything he might not be ready for.”

Max groaned. “Yes father,” he added sarcastically. “I don’t think I’ll corrupt him. He’s already thinking about sex. He’s 13, or 14 maybe, and his first message to me was about meeting in the bathroom for a blowjob, remember?”

I recalled. That concerned me initially, that he was being set up for humiliation — or worse. Plus, I had anxiety over whether curiosity would eventually get the better of him. If I’m being honest, let’s face it: he might be just impulsive enough to risk it under the right circumstances. He’s such a good kid in most ways, but he is still a boy and the school day is long.

“I really like talking to him,” Max continued earnestly. “We’ve never been friends, just acquaintances, but I know he’s nice to everyone, never stuck up. If I can help him deal with liking boys, that’s a good thing, right?”

“Absolutely,” I concurred. It warms my heart Max is so empathetic and tries to help others he sees struggling. Of course, it also wasn’t lost on me he’s also horny all the time and this could be a new playmate.

***

Bob and Cam were in the driveway when we pulled up, the Armada already loaded. It didn’t take long to add our bags to the mix and, after pulling my Beamer into the garage, we hit the road. The boys took over the third row, with the middle seats folded over.

“Cam’s always taken the very back seat on long trips,” Bob explained when he noticed my look of confusion at their setup. “He can stretch out and I think he liked having a buffer between Jeanine and himself. It’s hard to hear back there and he could just tune her out.”

I nodded. “I guess I can’t blame him. She can be a lot.”

He laughed. “If only I could mute her when she gets going,” he quipped.

***

Bob was right, the lads were talking in the back and you could barely hear them. The A/C pretty much drowned out their boyish banter. It made me sad to think their voices would likely change in the coming months.

Bob and I talked about mundane adult stuff — investments, politics, even taxes. We sure know how to have a good time. When does that happen, when discussing dry topics becomes the norm and even interesting?

We were about 20 minutes north on the highway when Bob changed topics. “So, am I going to get to stuff that ass of yours sometime this weekend?” He asked, slightly lowering his voice. He caught me off guard with the question. Not that I hadn’t had similar thoughts, provided we could find some alone time.

I looked over my shoulder, fearful the boys overheard. But they weren’t paying any attention to us. On the contrary, they were engrossed in themselves. A little too much. Cam had his hand down Max’s pants, and it was obvious he wasn’t just having a quick squeeze.

I grabbed my phone, while responding to Bob’s inquiry. “I sure hope so,” I answered. How apropos… while Bob was mentioning the potential for sex between us, his offspring was initiating it in the backseat. Despite Bob’s horniness, I had no doubt he would be incredibly displeased if he were to see what I just saw.

I fired a text to Max, instructing him to stop immediately before I told Bob. It did the trick. They immediately separated.

It isn’t that I can blame them — I’d have a hard time keeping my hands to myself in their shoes — but they have to be more discreet. We’ve talked about this. Fucking repeatedly… and RECENTLY.

I get it. They’re at the age with the highest libido, with another eager, incredibly attractive gay boy just as horny as they are. There are no nerves because they know what rapture awaits them. They’re legitimately, confoundingly, in actual love.

But this was getting old. Max and I discussed this last spring when Noah walked in on him and Cam. We had a blow out in Mexico over his indiscretion and impulsivity with Eduardo on the beach. We talked about it after Chad, to say nothing of them making out at the SNO. Just days ago, I lit into both he and Cam about being so cavalier around Kim.

I wondered what it would take for my message to sink in. Should I just let Bob or Stacy catch them? For a brief second, I even wondered if a spanking would do the trick. I promised Max not to do that again, but it sure was effective. Maybe Bob could take care of it.

Perhaps I haven’t been clear enough about why it’s inappropriate, assuming they intuitively understood. This isn’t about prudishness (hell, I’d like to watch) or some adult power move. It’s about basic decency. Other people have rights, and it would leave most uncomfortable or disgusted. It isn’t civilized, and whatever my other flaws, I’m trying to instill a sense of character and empathy.

Maybe I need to tell them, look, it’s great society has come so far, but you’re still just one grossed out homophobe away from being the victim of a hate crime and leading the evening news. It’s a fundamental safety issue.

My frustration grew, until Bob stopped at a gas station and gave the boys cash for snacks, while he tended the pump.

I knew I needed to address it, perhaps more strongly than I have. I don’t want to be a dick, but I’m over this.

***

“Gentlemen, come here,” I said sternly from behind them. I walked around the corner of the building, summoning them with a nod.

“Seriously?” I began, staring at them, throwing my hands into the air to show my frustration. “You’ve never even tried that in MY car and I wouldn’t be offended. If Bob had noticed, he might have had an accident,” I lectured. My pointed finger danced towards both of them. “Keep it in your pants or you won’t be allowed to sit next to each other the rest of the trip. Got it?”

Max tried to be cute. “I mean, technically, it was still in my pants,” he said, smirking.

God, I knew right then how Adam lost it on Noah. I’m not proud of my reaction, because I just about broke my word and nearly smacked him right there in the parking lot.

Instead, I took a deep breath.

“Cam, give us a moment,” I instructed, using all my strength to remain calm.

Cam, as usual, tried to smooth things over. He was wise enough to realize it was the wrong time to crack a joke. “Um, yes sir,” he replied. “This is all my fault, though. I started it and told him it was fine when he said we should stop.”

“Noted. And I’ll deal with you in a minute.” I guided Max further from the door.

“Max, look at me,” I demanded. My finger was right in his face. “If you're going to cop an attitude or be argumentative, I’ll call an Uber and we’ll go home right now. You can explain why to Bob and your mom.”

“Bruh, that’s not fair!” he began to protest, before catching himself, slowly backing up. I could sense a shift. His face drooped. I’m not sure, but I think I saw a tear forming.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be disrespectful. I just thought if I made a joke you’d laugh.” He looked sad and ashamed. There, that’s what I wanted to see, some contrition and taking of responsibility.

I ditched my gruff tone. I couldn’t be completely angry with his attempt at humor. After all, I’ve employed the same tactic myself.

“You know I don’t care about you and Cam enjoying yourselves, but we’ve talked about this. Be discreet and considerate of others. The backseat with your dads eight feet away is neither the time nor place. Understood?”

Max nodded vigorously. “Yes sir, you’re right. I said the same thing, but Cam was horny and he wants what he wants,” he stipulated. “Right then, he wanted to get me off, and it felt good, so I let him continue. I should have been more assertive.” I couldn’t help but notice that Cam received a healthy dose of his father’s aggressiveness in the sex department.

“Good. Go pick out a snack and drink and tell Cam to come see me.” I gave him a reassuring hug and patted his rear to send him away.

***

“You wanted to see me?” Cam asked. He was trying to exude confidence, but over the past week I’ve learned to read him. I could sense uneasiness buried beneath his polite bravado.

Since Cam was the initiator, and didn’t listen to Max when he told him to stop, I decided to take a different tact. Frankly, he’s more mature than Max and will keep him in line far better than I ever could.

“You’re damn right I do. I don’t know what got into you, young man. We had such an amazing week, and I felt like we grew closer, but then you pull a stunt like that in the backseat of your father’s car?” My hands were gesturing madly as I berated him.

“You're right, I’m sorry. It was all my fault,” he replied, his voice softening. He was more sheepish as he continued. “I should have known better. Daddy knows we do stuff, but that was too bold.”

“Exactly. I know you two have raging hormones and all, but c’mon. This isn’t the first time we’ve had this discussion.”

“Yes sir. I get the message, loud and clear. It won’t happen again. You have my word.”

“Good. But that’s not what bothers me the most,” I stated. Cam’s eyes widened. “Max told you to stop, and you kept going.”

“W-what?” His voice cracked.

“Max tried to get you to stop, did he not?”

Cam’s gaze immediately shifted to the sidewalk. “Yeah, I guess.” I could barely hear him.

“But you didn’t. Why? And speak up when you’re talking to me.”

“I’m not sure,” he shrugged.

“That's not good enough. You had a thought process. What was it?”

He paused, still staring at the ground. “I guess I knew he didn’t really mean it? And actually liked it?”

I grabbed Cam’s chin to raise it so he was looking me right in the eye. “Did he? How do you know for sure?” I asked. “The only thing confirmed was him telling you no, and you ignored him.” I let my words hang in the air. There was no response. I’m sure Max did like it, but that was not the point.

“Cam, I’m only going to tell you this once: no means no. If someone says to stop, you fucking stop!” I practically yelled. “Do you not see how failing to respect Max, after how Chad treated him, might trigger another episode like what happened at the pizza joint?”

It was as if a light bulb suddenly turned on. He nodded, and I could see his lip begin to quiver. He quickly wiped his eyes.

“I never thought of it like that,” he said through a sniffle. “I let you both down.” A tear rolled down his cheek.

“We all make mistakes, but remember: just because he likes it when you take charge doesn’t grant blanket permission to do whatever you want, whenever you want,” I stated. “I know you would never intentionally hurt him, but you need to listen to what he’s saying and always be considerate and respectful. There’s a delicate balance between consensually role-playing dominance for fun, and being abusive and doing actual harm — like Chad.”

Cam looked totally dejected. “I see that now. I’ll make it right with Max, I promise.” He looked up at me, as if there was something more.

“What is it?” I asked.

“It’s just, um… do we have to tell Daddy about this?”

I pulled him into a hug. “No need. Just use the head attached to your neck and not the one in your pants, please. I really don’t like having to come down on either of you.” He squeezed me tight. I wondered if any other customers were watching us, wondering what was going on, but a quick glance over his shoulder revealed we were still alone.

“You’re a good person, Cam, just make good choices.” I ruffled his hair before breaking our embrace. “You better go get your snacks so we can get back on the road.”

***

The rest of the drive went smoothly. I thought it was interesting they both peeled off their shirts as soon as they hopped back in, but it was getting to be the heat of the day. Cam eventually fell asleep, curled up against Max. I’m pretty sure Max dozed off for a while as well. Either way, they were quiet and well behaved, and it was adorable to observe.

It gave Bob a chance to update me on the Chad situation. He adjusted the rear A/C fans up a couple notches to make sure the boys didn’t overhear.

Bob’s hired guns had managed to uncover an unbelievable amount of data in a short time. It honestly made me worried about my own cyber-security. Apparently, compromising Chad’s digital life wasn’t difficult at all. I had so many questions, but I’m sure some secrets would never be revealed.

Bob explained how Chad led quite the secret life. Behind the facade of a successful realtor and family man, there was much more lurking beneath the surface. Bob not only routinely hooks up with guys on Grindr and Adam4Adam, but also has a mistress on the side. Equal opportunity fucker, I guess.

Adam4Adam was the site I used to find my occasional guy hook-ups before I met Bob, so I wonder if I ever unknowingly perused Chad’s profile.

A lot of the guys he meets for sex are younger. “Several appear to potentially be under-age,” Bob explained. “Of course, it’s hard to tell. But it’s mostly 18- and 19-year-olds he contacts.”

It made me wonder… are that many teenagers so desperate for gay sex they’re be willing to meet a man old enough to be their father? Do that many gay youths really have daddy issues?

“His business dealings are shady, as well. He often works to drive up the selling price of a property, even when it’s not in the best interest of his clients.”

“A winner all around.” I know it’s selfish, but I couldn’t help comparing my own sins to those of Chad. I may not be an angel, and I have my share of skeletons in the closet that I’d rather Kim never finds out about, but Jesus, I have some scruples. I’m ethical professionally and I never forced myself on Max or anyone else, for that matter.

I wonder how many other encounters Chad has had, where some boy got more than he bargained for. Based on his attitude with Max, I bet he’s done it more than once and feels like he’ll get away with it — knowing full well most aren’t ever going to report what happened.

It hurts my heart that Max experienced that, and I cringed at the idea that it could happen again if it hadn’t already happened before. I sure hope the other guys were a lot closer to 18 than my boy. Does that make me a complete hypocrite?

“Exactly. There’s so much going on there. I wonder how much his wife knows.”

“I’m assuming exactly zero,” I commented.

“My guess as well. Which means we have leverage.”

“So, you think we should threaten to tell her everything?”

“Yes, and maybe the state real estate licensing board… along with some of his past clients he’s screwed over.”

Bob was as clever as he was ruthless. It kind of turned me on. “Good thinking.”

“Right. Just not sure WHO should present this information. I know we should try to stay as far away from it as possible, but then again…”

“What? You want to see his face when he realizes his balls are in the vise?”

“Damn right. God, I’d love to watch that son-of-a-bitch squirm.” Bob’s hands tensely clenched the steering wheel. I could tell he was getting worked up again. I glanced back to make sure the boys were still oblivious to our conversation. They were. Cam was out and Max was leaning against the window with his ear buds in.

“I admit, that sounds tempting. Not quite as fun as actually putting his balls in a meat grinder, but close.”

“We need to be careful, though. I’m going to ask my guys what they suggest. This is borderline blackmail, but since we’re only requesting he stop picking up and abusing young boys, including his own son, I’m not sure how it would ever get pursued.”

“Have you mentioned any of this to Cam?” I asked.

He sighed. “Some. He knew I was working on it and kept pressing me for updates,” Bob explained. “I kept trying to put him off, but he overheard me on the phone earlier and picked up some of the details. I didn’t feel like I could lie, so I went ahead and told him most of it. He listened intently and asked pertinent questions.”

“He’s really maturing, isn’t he?” I commented. Cam has always been more responsible than other kids his age, but I’m not sure Bob ever realized just how different his son is from the norm.

“Indeed. The past few weeks, with Jeanine bailing and the drama with Max… it’s really put his maturity on display. Talking with him earlier today about Chad just made it even more obvious,” Bob shared before pausing. “I swear, a few weeks ago I was ready to take him to the woodshed. Now it’s hard to fathom spanking him ever again. How can I have a serious conversation with him about Chad, where he’s almost an equal, and return to disciplining him like a little boy?”

I nodded. “I know you said in the past he wasn’t spanked often, but with his obviously developing maturity, perhaps you shouldn’t anymore. I know you’re more conservative than I am, but I think there comes a time where the tactics have to shift. You’re his father, and he still needs to be guided and disciplined, but soon it will be taking away the car keys, not taking down his pants,” I suggested. “Besides, at some point, you might regret resorting to corporal punishment.”

“What do you mean?”

I told him the full story of Adam’s recent thrashing of Noah and the guilt it caused, not to mention the rift between father and son.

“You and Cam are so close, maybe more so than ever. His days of getting whooped should probably be a thing of the past.” Of course, the same should be said for me and Max, but then, I already promised that. I’m pretty sure Noah would never be spanked again.

“Yeah, I’m starting to see that,” Bob admitted. “Anyway, back to Chad. Cam was excited to share my information with Max, but I asked that he wait until I consulted you and got your thoughts on how much Max could handle. Should we tell him any of this?”

“All of it. Max, and Cam, deserve to know what’s going on. If Max can live through the sadistic mother fucker’s abuse, he can handle the truth.”

“I guess,” Bob replied, clearly not convinced. “Maybe we should talk about it on the way home? I’d hate to ruin the trip.”

I thought for a moment. “I think they’ll be upset or even insulted if we keep it from them. If we wait until the ride back, they’ll realize we put it off and don’t think they can handle it. I think we tell them tonight, get it out of the way, so they can focus on having fun.”

“You mean with each other?” He grinned.

I couldn’t help but chuckle. “Well yeah, and the fishing, or whatever.”

“‘Whatever’?” Bob laughed. “I wonder how often they’ll manufacture opportunities to blow their loads.”

“Well, when there’s a will, there’s a way,” I remarked. “You don’t mind, do you?”

Bob gasped. “Hell no. That would be hypocritical. You’re nuts if you think I won’t feed you my cum this weekend.” Bob casually gripped his crotch. I could tell his ample cock had begun to fill. It doesn’t take much to get him worked up. Like father, like son, but at least he didn’t reach across the console to rub me.

“Besides, there’s something about knowing those two are up to the same thing that is kind of arousing,” he answered, before covering his mouth. “Did I just say that out loud?”

“Relax. I get it. They’re both attractive and at the height of their sexuality. Reminds you of your own youth and what could have been.”

Bob nodded. “Good. I’m afraid it came out wrong and made me sound like a perv.”

It wasn’t at all lost on me that he was definitely thinking about, and seemed turned on by, their sexual activity. I’m not certain it did actually come out wrong, and he wasn’t just trying to save face. Whether that’s abnormal or rare, who knows, but I sure as fuck understood the appeal and accompanying guilt.

***

The cabin was even nicer than I expected. It wasn’t large, but was well kept and nicely furnished. Okay, the deer head over the fireplace was tacky, but everything else was fine. Not a lot of fishing cabins have granite countertops. Taxidermy just comes with the territory.

Bob and I staked claim to the one true bedroom, which had two double beds. At least the boys wouldn’t have any strange thoughts about the two of us sharing. I did sleep with Bob at Cam’s, but as far as I know, they were completely unaware. Being only full size, we would certainly be sleeping separately. We’re both too damn grown to share such a small mattress.

The boys had their choice of a murphy bed or fold out couch. They tested both before deciding. They reported the couch was uncomfortable. I suppose we could have made them sleep separately, but why bother?

After hauling in our bags and sundries, Bob sent them to explore the grounds while we started prepping dinner. We were all starving, and fortunately, the menu wouldn’t take long to cook. Bob had steaks and some fresh broccoli in the cooler. That, along with some instant mashed potatoes, would suffice.

***

I watched the boys roam the property out the kitchen window as I washed the broccoli and prepped the potatoes. They made a quick stop at a fire pit before heading to the dock and adjacent boathouse.

“Get the grill fired up?” I asked as Bob walked back inside.

“Yes. Speaking of ‘fired up’,” he responded, approaching me from behind and pressing his crotch into my ass. I swear, Bob might be hornier than either Cam or Max. He wasn’t boned, but he sure wasn’t soft, either.

“You’re incorrigible,” I proclaimed in jest as I pushed back into him. I didn’t hate his overtures.

“Looks like Cam and Max are checking out the boathouse. Hopefully they discover the hideaway.”

“‘Hideaway’?”

“Yeah. Stuart had a bedroom built into the attic of the boathouse, like a loft. It helps when there are extra guests. He also uses it to get away from his wife when she’s being difficult.”

“Nice. I’m surprised he doesn’t just leave her at home.”

“He’d prefer to, but you know how women are,” Bob stated, rolling his eyes. Yes, yes I do. “Anyway, I’m hoping they find the secret room and ask to sleep out there one night.”

“If they did that, they might not get much sleep.”

“Right, they’ll probably fuck like rabbits. But they’ll be going at it way out there. Meanwhile…”

“I see where you’re going. Horny bastard.”

“Always.”

“And what if they don’t find it… or aren’t interested in sleeping out there?”

“I have other ideas. Wait until after dinner. We’re going into town for ice cream.”

“We are? Why?”

“Plan B. If they won’t sleep out there, they will surely want to bike into town for a treat, right?”

Bob schemed more than I realized. I guess he needs gay sex as badly as I do.

***

Dinner was quick. Everyone must have been famished, because there was hardly a word said as the ribeyes and veggies were quickly devoured. Max did mention finding the bed above the boathouse — which elicited a sly smile from Bob. They also found the mountain bikes Bob hoped they would ride to the store on.

“I hope everyone saved room for ice cream,” Bob announced as we quickly cleaned up. “We need bait and I hear the store in town doubles as an ice cream shop.”

***

The general store was a few miles away, but easy to find. I estimated it would take the boys at least an hour to ride there and back. Bob has stamina, but not THAT much. It was perfect.

***

Upon our return to the cabin, we convened around the fire. The sun was quickly setting over the trees, casting an orange glow over the now totally placid lake. It was a beautiful, idyllic evening — the crackle of the campfire and distant call of a loon the only discernible noises. We silently communed with nature, enjoying a peaceful moment where nothing needed to be said.

Bob and I caught each other’s eyes, sharing the same thought: we need to discuss Chad, but dare we risk ruining this perfect moment?

Apparently, Cam didn’t mind switching gears. “Daddy,” he said timidly, “maybe now would be a good time?”

Bob looked at me, nodded, and pulled his chair closer. I edged toward Max as well.

Max seemed nervous. I could tell he was startled and had no idea what to expect. Thankfully, Bob was adept in his delivery.

“I know we are here to have a fun weekend, and I don’t want to ruin anything,” he began, “but I have a lot of new information regarding Chad.”

Max tensed. Cam immediately rubbed his back, comforting him. “It will be good to know,” I heard Cam whisper.

Max listened intently as Bob laid it all out. He told Max everything. The only time he demonstrated visible concern was when Bob mentioned we could threaten to turn Chad in for his litany of unsavory and illicit behavior. Understandably, the poor kid wants nothing to do with harping on his assault.

“Of course, we wouldn’t actually disclose your encounter,” Bob assured him. “But he doesn’t know that. The idea of his behavior becoming public should have him shitting himself.”

“Hell effin’ yes!” Cam interjected. “I can’t wait to see the look on his face. It’ll be such an epic bitchslap.”

Bob was clearly caught off guard by Cam’s reaction. He looked flummoxed.

“Look, I understand your enthusiasm, but unfortunately, I don’t think it’s something you should witness,” he began. “The presentation of this sensitive information will best be handled by an intermediary. Probably an attorney we hire. Craig or I might be present, but will remain anonymous.”

“What? No way!” Cam shot back angrily, beginning to stand. I was taken aback he was so bothered and took that tone with his father. “Max lived through his attack. He deserves to see his face. I can skip it, but Max deserves justice.” Cam was on fire, and animated. He took a deep breath and seemed to calm somewhat. “You know, for closure! Just like when grandma died and Mom wanted me to view the body at the funeral, even though I was creeped out.”

The woods fell awkwardly silent. I think everyone was stunned and didn’t know what to say. I glanced at Max. He looked completely lost, shrinking into his lawn chair. This had to be so uncomfortable for him.

Bob leaned back in his chair and glanced at me, his eyes begging for assistance. It isn’t like Bob to be unsure or to lack confidence, but Cam’s forcefulness was compelling.

“I respect your passion, Cam. Truly, I do,” I began. I rose and put my hand on his shoulder. “Hell, I share it. Your sentiment is spot on, and I wouldn’t expect any less from someone of your character,” I continued. His heart really WAS in the right place. But, it’s like he’s adamantly answering for Max without consulting him or considering what he actually wants. Perhaps they’ve discussed the matter, but based on Max’s body language, I doubt he’s as enthusiastic as Cam.

“However, even if Max wants to confront Chad — which I’m not sure of — Bob and I both agree it isn’t a good idea.” I took a breath, briefly pausing before deciding to pull the Adult Card. “I’m sorry, but this isn’t up for debate.”

“And that’s the final word on the matter, Cameron,” Bob added sharply. “Craig is more Max’s father than anyone, and he’s spoken. Unless Max wants to inform his mother of the entire situation and appeal to her judgment, of course.”

Oh damn, that was the perfect way to shut down any further discussion, while still empowering Max on the off chance he wanted to push the matter. He immediately saw how awful that would be. “Um, no sir,” he muttered in a tone a couple of octaves higher than normal.

Cam was seething. “If the discussion is over, may we be excused?” He spat. His words were technically polite, but man, his tone was anything but.

Bob didn’t appreciate that. I’m pretty sure I saw a vein in his neck start throbbing.

“No, you may not!” He answered sternly. “We need to continue this conversation in private,” he replied. “Craig, Max, please excuse us. Cameron, inside.”

Max gave Cam’s hand a squeeze in solidarity. A moment ago, the roles were reversed. It really is very endearing.

As Cam slowly followed Bob inside, I pulled my chair next to Max. Max glanced towards the cabin, a look of concern on his face. He knew Bob was strict. However, based on the conversation we had on the drive north, I was certain Bob would just be talking to Cam, not bending him over the couch or his knee. At least, I hoped. He looked pissed.

Still, I decided to crack a joke to see if it would lighten the mood. “Well, it’s lucky he’s more of a top and you’re more of a bottom, because I doubt his butt will be in any condition now,” I quipped.

Max looked up, mortified, until he saw my smile. Then he laughed.

“There you go. Now relax,” I added. “They just need a moment alone to clear the air.”

His body relaxed somewhat. “How are you feeling about what Bob shared?”

Max shrugged. “It’s a lot to process. It sounds like he’s an asshole who deserves whatever comes his way.”

“And about my decision?” If there was any lingering resentment or frustration, I wanted to address it now, not let it fester.

He paused and bit his lip. “I’m not sure. I trust your judgment, and I don’t know if I ever want to see that mother fucker again, but maybe Cam is right.”

I shook my head. “Cam’s heart is in the right place,” I began, “but he’s too emotional. He wants retribution, and so do I, but this is a delicate situation and your well-being is paramount,” I reiterated. I decided to fully explain, since I still wasn’t certain Max was convinced. “I’m sorry if you disagree, but I’m not willing to risk another meltdown like when you saw him Saturday.”

Max didn’t respond, at least not with words. He just leaned against me and I put my arm around him. A moment later, we heard the door of the cabin open and footsteps coming toward us. They weren’t gone long.

Cam seemed normal, and I hoped I was correct. Whatever happened inside, it was calm and fast.

“Race you to the lake!” Cam exclaimed as he pulled Max onto his feet. They sprinted down the hill, now giggling. It’s amazing the difference a few seconds can make.

Whew. The ‘fun’ weekend was back on and we’ve addressed the elephant in the room.

***

Bob returned a couple minutes later with fresh beers.

“That was quick,” I commented.

“Yeah. No big deal. It was tempting to tan his hide after the disrespect he showed, but…”

“But what?” I asked.

“I realized it would be counterproductive. Instead, I told him we needed to talk, as adults would. That seemed to calm him down.”

“I bet.” Cam is usually reasonable and reachable, but he’s also fiercely protective of Max. I was relieved Bob didn’t escalate things by going in too strongly and being rough on him.

“I reminded him Max’s health and safety should be his number one concern — and that’s priority over righteous desire to inflict justice on Chad,” Bob shared. “I explained we are all furious with Chad for what he did to Max and would love to see his face, but we have to remain rational.”

“I guess in his rage he doesn’t see we’re just as upset for Max as he is,” I responded. “But, we can’t risk anyone’s safety for a few moments of revenge. That’s not what we’re trying to accomplish.”

“Exactly. His amygdala is firing and it’s narrowed his vision so he doesn’t see the big picture,” he shared, sounding exasperated. Bob didn’t seem convinced Cam would cease his campaign for vengeance. “So, I reminded him how whacked out Max was at the pizza shop. I encouraged him to talk to Max about what he wants. I think if he does that, he’ll drop it. No way Max wants to be within 100 yards of that guy.”

I nodded. Bob was right, of course. I knew that. Hell, Max does too, even if he doesn’t realize it. Cam just needs some time to get there.

***

The mosquitos soon drove Bob and I inside. We left the boys on the end of the dock, obviously cuddled together. It was sweet, romantic, and gave me a warm feeling. Gay boys their age able to be themselves without a care induced all sort of fuzzies. It’s amazing how fast things have changed since I was their age.

I tried to take a picture, but there wasn’t enough light remaining and it blurred. A few minutes earlier would have provided a great silhouette juxtaposed with the vibrant sky. It would have been a cool shot they might really appreciate someday. Maybe tomorrow. I really should try to get some candid shots of them as keepsakes.

We prepped some things for tomorrow before calling them inside. We do have an early wake-up.

As if on cue, once inside, they immediately stripped to their underwear. I’m not complaining, but I find it interesting. Is that normal?

I know I raised girls, so my frame of reference is off, but I wonder whether most middle school boys are as comfortable as they are to basically parade naked around the house, in front of their families. Bob seems totally unfazed, as if it’s a regular occurrence, and Adam sure didn’t flinch at ripping down Noah’s underwear. Even when Stacy was perturbed by Max’s nudity, she didn’t seem to care if he was shirtless or even in his undies. Maybe it’s typical and doesn’t draw suspicions or raise eyebrows, but my girls were modest from the time they were eight or nine.

After a couple quick rounds of Uno, Bob sent them off to shower. They went into the bathroom together. I glanced at Bob to see if he was bothered. He wasn’t.

Nor did he react when Max exited the bathroom naked. “Sorry, I forgot to grab clean underwear,” he offered nonchalantly. He feigned shielding his junk with one hand, but wasn’t trying very hard. I could see enough to tell he wasn’t boned, so I presumed their shower (which was quick) was just that.

Bob waved him off, nonplussed. Nudity just doesn’t bother him in the slightest.

I wasn’t shocked when Max climbed into bed, still naked, but it did surprise me a little when Cam, clearly in Bob’s view, shucked his own boxer briefs and joined Max under the covers. He acted like it was the most natural thing in the world, to sleep naked with your eighth-grade boyfriend, right in front of your parents. Bob is so conservative and proper in other ways; it shocks me he’s so nonplussed about sex.

I wasn’t sure whether they would be brazen enough to do anything with us nearby, but they were sure dressed for it. Horniness just comes for you at their age.

Bob and I both stopped and said goodnight. I even kissed Max on the forehead and whispered for him to not make too much noise. It was my way of telling them to have fun but not be over the top about it. I don’t think Bob would care, and I know I don’t, but it’s just good decorum. You should never be rude or obvious about it.

“Don’t make Max moan too loudly,” I whispered to Cam as I ruffled his hair.

“No promises,” he replied, grinning.

***

Bob showered while I sorted things in the bedroom. He entered with a towel loosely wrapped around his waist. He quickly removed it and waved his cock in my direction. “Go get showered. Then, maybe you can have some of this,” he said in his dominant tone.

No wonder Bob wasn’t concerned about the boys enjoying each other out in the living room. He had every intention of being just as naughty behind the door of the bedroom. The thought of playing with his big dick was hard to get out of my head as I quickly washed away the smell of smoke, sweat, and deet from my body. By the time I dried, I was hard and leaking.

Bob was in bed waiting for me, naked and half hard. He pulled the blankets up. “Turn off the light, get over here, and suck my dick,” he commanded.

“What about the boys?” I asked as I climbed into his bed, motioning toward the door.

“What about them? Don’t you think they’re up to the same type of shit?” He gently pushed my head down towards his waiting cock. “Now suck. Nice and slow. I want this to last. Understand?”

“Yes sir,” I whispered before engulfing his increasingly familiar cock. I’m not sure what the hell Bob and I are to each other, but I’m enjoying getting more regular gay sex.

***

I returned to the bedroom after refilling my water bottle. I like the flavor of his cum (though it’s not nearly as special as Max’s), but it would have been difficult to get to sleep with the feeling and taste of Bob’s salty load stuck in my throat. I had to wash it down.

“The lads out yet?” he asked in a whisper as I crawled into my own bed.

“I didn’t hear anything,” I replied. “But I didn’t specifically go check. For all I know, they’re under covers, making each other moan.”

Bob laughed. “Well, you know what they say, like father…”

“Yeah. He does have several of your tendencies.”

“Such as?” Bob asked.

“Well, he’s stubborn. He likes to take charge. And, apparently, he shares your affinity for running around naked. Does Jeanine mind when he walks around in his underwear — or less?”

“Surprisingly, she never minded him in his boxers. When he was younger, even running around naked after a bath didn’t faze her. That all shifted when he started puberty. She still doesn’t mind if he’s in his underwear, but seeing him nude embarrasses the hell out of her,” he added, shaking his head. “But he still does it anyway, at least in the basement. She’s had to accept that going down there or his room might reveal things she doesn’t want to see, but I did tell him not to wander around undressed anywhere else in the house if she’s around.”

“That's a good, considerate compromise,” I agreed. “It’s basically what I told Stacy when she was venting about Max ‘flaunting’ being naked. I suggested he be made to have underwear on when she’s around, but encouraged her to make peace with him being naked in his own bedroom. No parent should try to police that.”

Bob nodded, before pausing. “Were you really that shy around your own kids? You don’t seem the prudish type.”

“I guess I’ve never thought about it, since I always assumed it was the default,” I shrugged. “But we also had girls, so, I dunno… it seemed different. It isn’t like I freaked out if they saw me half-dressed, but none of us marched around intentionally,” I explained. “Cam and Max stripped bare when they came in like it was nothing, and they’ve been the same way at my house.”

“If it bothers you, we can tell them not to, but nudity amongst guys has never been a big deal to me, and doesn’t seem to be for them, either,” Bob asserted. “When I was a boy, I always ran around naked at home, at least when I wasn’t in mixed company. It only started to feel weird when I became bigger than my father, but that wasn’t until I was 16 or so.”

“Oh, it doesn’t bother me, it's just novel and interesting how attitudes and comfort levels vary across families. I’m just saying, my girls would have never done anything like that. And I don’t think I would have appreciated it if they did,” I responded, with a slight grimace. I appreciated how uncomfortable Jeanine might feel seeing the baby she diapered sexually maturing, on display right in front of her. Maybe it’s an opposite-sex parent thing Bob just doesn’t get? “So, I guess I understand, a little, how Jeanine feels.”

“Well, thankfully we're all guys and nothing needs to be hidden, but we should get to sleep — unless you’d rather come back over here and…”

“Don’t tempt me!” I playfully protested. Though really, he already has. Part of me wanted more of him. But I’m tired, and we have an early morning. “Save it for tomorrow.”

***

Perhaps my expectations were too high for two city boys when it came to fishing. I’m by no means a serious angler, but I enjoy it on occasion. They were amped for about 15 minutes, until the realization set in that fishing involves a lot of waiting, hoping for something to happen.

They loved when we managed to snag a fish, but their excitement was short-lived. I guess that’s to be expected. Today’s generation is so accustomed to non-stop, immediate gratification. Fishing is two minutes of intensity followed by 20 minutes (or more) of silence, which is not their forte.

Bob and I enjoyed the quiet and nature more than either Cam or Max. They weren’t obnoxious, or even whiny, but it was obvious they didn’t share our passion for being on the lake. Thankfully their phones still worked, so they managed. I wonder, had we made them keep their devices in the cabin, if they would have been more engaged. Sometimes temptation is too strong, and may have deterred them from really leaning into the experience.

The boat was fantastic, with a variety of comfortable seating. It allowed the boys a place to cuddle and phone-check while they fought off the chill of the lake. Bob warned them not to wear shorts, but he’s also a proponent of natural consequences. You’d be hard pressed to find a 13-year-old who doesn’t prefer shorts, even in the dead of winter, and most bristle at their clothing selections being micromanaged.

By late morning, the fish stopped biting so Bob steered us back to the cabin. He recognized their need for a change of pace. I could have stayed out all day — though having forgot to sunscreen my face, it wouldn’t have been wise. Still, a nap sounded really good. I didn’t sleep well the night before. I sure as hell enjoy servicing Bob, but his snoring… not so much.

***

I was surprised all four of us conked out, but we did. It made me wonder how late they were up, and I knew they weren’t playing more hands of Uno.

Cam turned on Season 3 of Stranger Things. They’re both caught up, since it came out almost two months ago, but wanted to watch it again because I hadn’t seen it yet. I curled up on the couch and they took their bed. It didn’t matter what we had playing, we were all asleep before the first episode was half over.

I woke first, finding Cam and Max spooned — Max pulling Cam tight. I snapped a picture. I know it’s corny, or cringey, but it's too cute. I peeked into our room after using the bathroom. Bob looked like he’d walked in, fell face-first onto the bed, and was instantly out.

Later, I piddled in the kitchen, fixing a snack for all of us. Cam and Max actually offered to help, but I can handle four sandwiches. Bob grabbed some chips and a few pieces of fruit. Eventually, we ate on the small, screened porch. A humid breeze carried the musky, earthy smell of the lake. It really is nice to be away from lawn mowers and traffic.

“What would you like to do this afternoon?” Bob asked, specifically addressing Cam and Max. “We could take the boat back out, or maybe fish from the dock for a while.” Cam and Max looked at each other, frowning. “Or,” Bob continued, “perhaps you would prefer to go into town and cool off with some ice cream?”

Bob glanced at me, winking. He knew the boys had no further desire to fish and wanted them to head out. And I knew exactly why.

“No sir,” Max said. “We thought we’d explore the woods behind the cabin. Cam wants to race to the top.” There was a steep hill behind the cabin that climbed through dense vegetation. Its incline ran upwards about 150 feet, to a small ranger tower. It wouldn't be a difficult climb for two athletes, though the thick brush may prove challenging. “If that’s okay, I mean.”

“Suit yourself,” Bob replied, trying not to sound disappointed. “Just be careful and bring plenty of water.”

“We will,” Cam assured him, with just a hint of exasperation at the parental nagging.

“Go ahead then,” Bob instructed, giving them both side hugs. “Craig and I will take care of the cleanup.”

***

Once they left, Bob sighed. “Well damn, that won’t take them long enough for what I had in mind,” he confessed.

“Oh?” I answered, coyly. “Were you going to wash the boat?”

“Okay, smartass,” he answered. “Keep that up and you won’t get this where you really want it,” he said, squeezing his junk. “That is, if we can ever get them to give us a good hour alone.” He embraced me — one hand rubbing my ass, the other my cock, all while nibbling on my neck. “God, I want to fuck.”

“Only an hour?” I asked sarcastically. “You’re slipping.”

“Hey, you need to be able to sit!” Bob replied as he gave me a swat.

***

Bob and I relaxed on the screened porch, enjoying a cold beer. The sun, now high on the horizon, was bringing back the feeling of summer. It would be uncomfortably warm out in the open, but in the shade of the porch with the breeze coming off the water, it was nearly perfect.

Soon we heard the snap of twigs and familiar laughter and voices from behind the cabin. Cam and Max barged in, sans shirts, sweaty and slightly red in the face. They’d clearly managed to burn some calories, which was good, considering we’ve been plying them with junk food.

“So, how was it?” I asked.

“Awesome!” Max answered. “These woods are way cooler to play in than the parks back home.”

I just about melted. Can I just acknowledge how adorable it is Max so casually admitted to still ‘playing’ in the woods? I really do love him. His sweetness is almost intoxicating.

“You can see everything from up there,” Cam added. “But it’s getting hot!”

“Yeah… we need water,” Max shared. “And then we want to make that ice cream run. Do you want to go, too?”

Bob glanced at me. “That’s okay. Ice cream and beer don’t really go together,” he replied, holding up his bottle. “Besides, it will be more of an adventure if the two make your way there on bikes by yourself, don’t you think?”

Cam and Max both nodded. “Take your time. Explore a little,” Bob encouraged. The sly dog.

“Just be back in time for dinner,” I added. “Do you need money?”

“No thanks. Mom gave me a fifty, just in case,” Max answered. “She said if I didn’t need to use it over the weekend, to buy lunch for everyone on the way back.”

See, this is what I’m talking about. He could have easily taken cash from me and told Stacy he used what she gave him, pocketing it all. But no, he’s honest. I need to remind him how proud he makes me, even on the little stuff. He really is a damn good boy.

***

Bob tried to be nonchalant as our boys took their time cooling off. Eventually, they made their way to the storage shed and retrieved the bikes. I was impressed how they both took a few moments to make sure everything was properly adjusted before riding away.

Bob stood by the door and watched as they finally saddled up and took off down the gravel road. “Be safe. I’ll keep my phone nearby in case you need us.”

“Have fun!” I yelled from the small couch. I sure as fuck knew I was about to.

Other than a quick wave goodbye, neither answered.

Bob watched for them to be out of sight. He turned to me with a huge grin and took two steps towards me.

“Now,” he began, pushing his shorts and underwear down in one quick motion. “Come get me hard.”

***

I approached Bob, but instead of immediately working his cock, I gave him an unsure look. The front porch wasn’t exactly private.

“Relax, and get to work,” he said, putting his hand on my shoulder as we wiggled his hips, causing his ample cock to sway.

“Here?” I asked.

“The cabin is stuffy. THIS is the best place to fuck right now,” Bob asserted. “Besides, don’t you think we would hear a car on that bumpy road, or a boat coming up the lake?”

It still felt odd. I’m so accustomed to sneaking around. I guess for Bob, it was freeing, able to do it out in the open for once. It was definitely less risky here than at home. And of course, Bob turning up the dominance was having its usual effect. It’s so damn arousing. Bob gets what Bob wants.

I immediately dropped to my knees and tongued his fat rod. As I sucked, I realized… this must have been exactly what Max felt in the car when Cam was so adamant. It was brazen to do it on the porch, just like it was for Cam to stick his hand down Max’s shorts in the car. Yet, here I am. It made me feel guilty for having gotten onto them so harshly. I was beginning to think Bob might have just laughed had he noticed them getting frisky in the car.

***

Bob clearly planned this fuck session. He’d tucked a condom and some Astroglide in the drawer of the end table. After aggressively stripping off my clothes, he bent me over the couch, rolled on the condom, applied some lube, and quickly buried that thick cock deep in my ass. I winced slightly, but immediately relaxed and enjoyed the feel of him pressed against my prostate. It felt so good, so right, to be taken forcefully like this and to have a man inside of me. It’s exactly what I crave.

Bob slowly increased his pace until he was slapping his body against mine with each thrust. I could feel his balls swinging up and banging my own as he worked his magic. Bob was right, this was not going to be a quick fuck. Having been drained last night, he was primed for a long ride. Not that I was complaining. My only concern was he might make me blow my load all over his boss’s couch.

We were soon completely lost in desperate lust, our minds focused on nothing but working towards mind-blowing orgasms. Our grunts and hard breathing were interrupted only by Bob’s occasional filthy comment. It was intense and magnificent. It might have been the best fuck I’ve ever had. Something about doing it out in the open was exciting, even liberating.

And dangerous…

“DAD?! What the fuck are you doing?!” A high-pitched voice yelled from behind us.

I froze, glancing over my shoulder. Cam was standing in the door, his jaw almost to the floor. Max was beside him, his eyes wider than I’ve ever seen anyone’s.

Bob turned quickly, his cock ripping away from my gaping hole. He frantically grabbed the blanket from the couch, attempting to cover himself, but was flustered and dropped it several times. I was completely exposed.

“Son…” he said, in the softest tone he’s ever mustered in my presence.

“God Craig, do you have to fuck everyone I care about?” Cam yelled with obvious disgust.

Ouch. I’m not sure whether Cam’s comment would even register with Bob, or whether Max could get him to cease and desist, but that stung.

I looked on helplessly, paralyzed. Max shook his head, totally bewildered. Cam’s expression was a mix of shock and disgust. He looked totally overwhelmed and, after a few seconds of staring, bolted towards the lake.

“Cam!” Max called, sprinting after him.

Fuck.

*** End of Chapter 36 ***

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