Max's Freudian Slip #40

Max’s Freudian Slip #40

Author’s notes:

In our last chapter of Freudian slip, Craig has been enjoying having Max stay a few days while his mother was called away on business. He still has a couple more days to spend with Max before his mother arrives home on Saturday. Our tale continues…

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Chapter 40

Kim had just left for church (and a planned lunch with her choir friends) when I settled on the couch with a cup of coffee and flipped to the NFL pregame on ESPN. I need to set my fantasy lineup before kickoff at noon.

I was in the absolute best of moods. It’s been an utterly fabulous weekend. I got plenty of quality boy time, including some boy whispering, went out with friends, and managed to get the whole Europe trip squared away with Stacy. Honestly, two straight weeks with my favorite boys will be the best part of 2020. I’m already looking forward to it.

The weekend kicked off Friday afternoon when I came home early to get Max to the barber shop. His new cut is stunning. He’s always kept it excessively long on top. It’s his signature look, and while it is cool looking, I’ve secretly hoped he’d cut it short. I don’t know if he was trying to please me or just looking for a change, but he really buzzed it. Tight fade on the sides and just long enough on top to spike. Damn, he looks so good. He even grinned at my reaction. Does he realize the effect he still has on me? How much I continue to pine for him? I’m pretty sure he does, the little shit.

Afterwards, we picked up a light dinner and I took him to gymnastics, before dropping him back at the house. Sacrificing a night with Max is hard, but Kim and I have had plans for weeks to meet old friends who are in town for the weekend. I worried he might be disappointed I wasn’t there for our goodnight routine, but the little bugger smirked and informed me that he and Cam have plans to FaceTime. He made it clear they aren’t planning on merely talking. I feel dirty, wishing there was a way I could be a fly on the wall.

On the way to the wine bar, I broached the topic of the Europe trip with Kim. I’d mentioned it before, but only casually.

“He’s very concerned about his mom being able to afford it, and doesn’t even want to ask because the cost of gymnastics has increased so much already.”

“He's such a good boy, being sensitive to that. I don’t think most kids his age are so aware,” Kim said. “But let me guess, you want to swoop in and pay for it? First Mexico and now Europe. When are we going on a big trip?”

I wondered for a moment if she was annoyed or jealous. “Where would you like to go and when?” I quickly replied.

“Let me consider the options. In the meantime, don’t you dare let Max miss this opportunity. I’ll pay for his ticket myself if I have to.” Whew. She was just yanking my chain.

“Thanks. But we are due. Maybe it’s time to book that Mediterranean cruise.” It’s been on Kim’s bucket list for years.

“Deal. I suspect Stacy will refuse, so you have to be careful not to offend her.”

“I’m worried about the same thing, and want to be respectful. I’ve been thinking, and assuming you were okay with it, I have a plan.”

“Oh?”

“I’ll remind her that as a chaperone, I get to go for free, and because of that I’m more than happy to contribute to help offset things for Max,” I suggested. “I’ll also frame it as a teachable moment for Max, and propose he work off some of the expense by doing chores.”

“Perfect! Stacy will accept that better than a handout.”

I’m pleased she’s onboard. I wasn’t at all certain she would approve of being so indulgent. She loves Max, but she doesn’t love him like I do and I’m… cognizant of potential optics. The last thing I want is to raise any alarm bells, even if they’re in my own head.

***

When I woke Max on Saturday, he demanded snuggles. I didn’t have to be told twice! During our pillow talk, he shared some concerning developments. Apparently, Noah ended up coming over after Kim and I left. My initial thought was Noah came looking to get his dick wet, but that wasn’t the case. Rather, Jackson overheard the two of them going at it after school.

It still surprises me just how much Noah continues to use having two gay friends to his advantage. Getting head doesn’t seem that unusual, but I dont think a straight boy burying his dick deep in his friends’ butts is super common. Not that I can blame him.

I started to scold him for not being more discreet, but he explained that Jackson slipped back in the front door to get his school ID, so they didn’t hear him.

“I promise, we were in his room… WITH the door shut,” he explained adamantly. “It’s not like he was fucking me over the kitchen table!”

Damn! Now that’s an image. Why does he tease me? I can just see Noah giving it to him rough, Max’s little bottom bouncing in ecstasy as his hole is pummeled. I know full well how loud and animated he can get. I had to remind him to keep it down in Mexico, afraid other guests would hear him moaning.

Initially Jackson teased Noah about being gay, and Noah was worried Jackson would tell their parents. Fortunately, Noah sent a text at 3 am reporting everything was cool and that they stayed up late talking.

Needless to say, when Max suggested inviting Noah to breakfast (Kim is basically hungover and begged off), I was amenable. I texted him, but received no response and eventually sent Max to drag him out of bed.

***

The car ride to Eggy’s (the trendy breakfast place I was taking them to) was surreal.

I swear these boys trust me with anything and everything. It’s quite a compliment when they confide in you with very personal details, but sometimes I worry they’ll be too open in mixed company. How the hell would I explain that?

“So, you and Jackson talked? Everything’s cool?” Max asked. Noah nodded as I backed out of the driveway.

“Beyond cool,” he began. “I don’t think I’ve had a good conversation with him in years and then last night, it was like… I don’t know, we laid it all out. Told each other everything. It was one of the best talks we’ve ever had. He even slept in my bed, like we used to do when we were little.”

“That’s awesome,” Max gushed.

“It’s funny, I was starting to worry we’d get older and never talk, but after last night, it’s like we’re tight again.”

“That’s good,” I encouraged. “Sibs often reconnect when they reach your age. Emma and Rachel sure did. They were practically enemies for a while, but when they got to high school, they became closer.” Most siblings go through cycles of rivalry or fighting before bonding as they mature.

“I think sharing secrets can do that. I mean, that’s happened with all of us,” Max suggested. “So, what did you talk about?”

I looked at them in the rearview mirror, and Noah was glaring at him incredulously. For as blunt as they are, there are moments of occasional pause.

Max must have noticed too, because he told Noah to relax and that I already knew everything.

“Oh,” Noah answered, glancing towards me.

“Soooo, what did you discuss?” Max pressed.

Noah grinned. “Well, for starters… your ass!”

I wasn’t expecting that and spit out my coffee. “I beg your pardon?”

“Yeah. He wanted to know what it felt like,” Noah answered, laughing.

Jesus. No boundaries. Not that I’m complaining, just that it still takes me off guard sometimes. It’s fascinating to me how nonchalant they are about discussing sex in front of an adult.

“When we were texting, he joked he might want to find out for himself, but I wasn’t sure how to take that.” Max is so matter-of-fact. WTF would Jackson come onto him?

“Well, he probably would. Just not while I’m around — and I don’t need to know details.”

Unreal. I just shook my head. I’m sex-positive and all, but I don’t like the idea of Max being promiscuous or being passed around like a piece of meat. If he thinks that’s appropriate, we need to have a talk. Maybe with Jackson, too.

“Max, I know this probably sounds rich coming from me, but don’t feel compelled to offer yourself to every willing erection.” I’m not trying to be a buzzkill, but still. He shouldn’t give up his ass to just anyone.

Max acknowledged me but kept his focus on Noah. “I told Jackson I filled you in about sucking him months ago. He wasn’t happy.”

The car swerved but I quickly returned to my lane. Shit. “Wait, what? You and Jackson?” Max never mentioned anything about servicing Jackson!

“I told you there are secrets I’ve never told anyone, after you worried I couldn’t keep my mouth shut.” The turd giggled at his own pun. I remember hassling Max after he told Cam and Noah about us in Mexico, and him responding defensively that there are things he doesn’t share. I assumed that was bluster or an attempt to save face, but I guess not.

“Yeah. He was embarrassed at first,” Noah said, “but then he told me about the stuff he and James did in middle school. I couldn’t fucking believe it.”

“That he messed around with another boy?” Max asked. It’s like I’m not even here. So, Jackson experimented with another boy?! And I’m just now hearing about it? “Why? You do!”

“Well yeah, but I never figured Jackson did. Anyway, he also told me Dad talked with him about what happened with James after they were caught,” Noah said. Jackson was actually caught with another boy? My head is spinning, probably because blood flow has traveled south and I’m getting aroused. “He said it was the most mortifying moment of his life. I guess James’s parents lost it and his dad called, completely pissed.”

That would be brutal. I recall how challenging Jackson’s eighth grade year was, and how worried his parents were, but I don’t remember them ever alluding to THAT. I assumed it was typical teenage angst. I also remember James, and his parents from past New Year’s Eve parties. Cute boy.

“Oh damn.” Whatever flaws he may have, I love that Max is empathetic.

I was listening intently but decided not to say anything else, and just see how these revelations play out. Besides, I need to focus on the damn road.

“Apparently Dad was chill. He told Jackson it was no big deal for young guys to experiment at our age and how he thought James’s parents were making a big deal out of nothing. He even told Jackson he did stuff like that when he was a boy, too.”

My mind was blown. Adam and I are close friends, and have discussed our sex lives from time to time, but he’s never hinted at anything like that. It doesn’t sound like he’s ashamed, and I guess most married straight men don’t bring up their boyhood experimentations, but damn. That’s three for three amongst straight Reed men having gay experiences. I wonder what all he did, and when it stopped.

“I couldn’t believe it. I never pictured Dad doing anything remotely gay. I wonder if Mom knows about that? Dad told him that he didn’t tell her the full scoop with James.”

“Well, it’s not really gay, right?” Max teased.

Noah smirked. “Right. Just getting off with a buddy.”

“Cool. I’m so glad you guys talked,” Max said. “So, you’re not worried anymore, right?”

“No, it’s all good. I haven’t ever felt this close to Jackson. It’s nice. I don’t know why we didn’t talk like that before, but we both promised to hang out more,” Noah explained, beaming. “Shit… I might even miss him when he goes to college.”

Despite my shock, I am genuinely happy for Noah (and Jackson). A brother is a terrible thing to squander, and they’ve been alienated from one another for years. It’s heartwarming to think they’re getting closer while they’re still under the same roof.

***

Our talk at breakfast turned to more normal topics. For as jarringly graphic as they can be in front of me, fortunately they’re socially-aware enough not to carry on in public.

Max is looking forward to seeing Cam, though shopping with Mrs. Rice is causing him some anxiety. It’s obvious he still isn’t comfortable around her (not that I can blame him). You never know if she is being true or putting on an act, pretending to be what she thinks you want her to be.

Noah is helping Ashley babysit younger kids at a party her parents are hosting. He’s excited to spend time with his girl, as well as to score brownie points with her parents.

We mostly talked about Europe. Max seems subdued, expecting his mother to object. He doesn’t know about my plan, but he’ll find out soon.

***

We grabbed Stacy from the airport and headed back to my house. Neither of us thought to pack Max’s stuff before we left, which worked out fine. Kim and Stacy were able to kibitz and Noah went back to bed for a carb-induced nap.

I need to broach the topic of Europe. I could have done it at my house — Kim could even help sell Stacy should she have any misgivings, but I can tell her head is still pounding. Too much pinot grigio will do that.

Stacy was nervous when I indicated that we needed to talk. She immediately assumed Max had done something wrong. I helped with her bag and assured her that was not the case. We settled onto their couch and I urged Max to start the conversation. This is his trip, and he needs to have the gumption to talk about it with his mother.

He was anxious, but managed. “It’s about that trip to Europe next summer. Noah really wants me to go.” It’s interesting he chose to put his desire to go on Noah. He clearly wants to give her some leeway to decline without making her think he’s massively disappointed. He’s such a good boy.

“Yes, of course. Did they find more chaperones?”

“Yeah, me,” I offered, raising my hand. “I’ve been suckered into helping. Which means Max can go for sure, even if others are ahead of him on the waitlist.”

“That’s so nice of you Craig, but why do I feel like there’s a catch?” Stacy asked. She clearly picked up on Max’s hesitation.

Max handed the form to her. She skimmed it and looked up, confused.

“Max is concerned about the cost,” I explained. “It’s listed near the top.”

Stacy glanced down again and her eyes widened. “I see. It’s um… about what I expected, maybe a little more. Is it all due now?”

“Just the first payment,” Max explained. “If it’s too much, I don’t have to go. I know you’re already paying a ton for gymnastics.”

“That’s true, honey,” she answered. “But this is a great opportunity. We’ll figure out a way.” Her tone gave her away. She’s stressed but doesn’t want to let down Max.

“Kim and I were talking,” I interjected. “We’re happy to help…”

Stacy shifted uneasily in her seat. “Craig, that’s so generous, but we could never accept your offer. You’ve already taken him to Mexico and are literally chaperoning so he can go,” she replied. “I would volunteer myself if I could have gotten off work, but the summer months are our busiest time. And I think someone would rather not have his mother along. Lisa got that message loud and clear from Noah.”

I briefly wondered if Lisa and Stacy were jealous that I was the cool adult their sons prefer to have around. They don’t seem to, but I am sensitive to the optics.

“I understand, and Kim and I figured that would be your reaction. Because I get to go for free, I don’t mind paying some to help defray the cost for Max.” I took a breath, giving her a moment to digest and me a chance to gauge her reaction. So far, so good. “But since I know it’s also about principle, I have a suggestion.”

“I’m all ears.”

“Well, Max is old enough to work for things he wants,” I began. “It’ll be a more meaningful experience for him and develop prosocial habits if he has a stake in the process and works hard to earn the privilege of going.”

Stacy leaned forward. “What did you have in mind?”

“He can help with chores and projects around the house. Like raking leaves, mowing, shoveling snow, minor repairs, cleaning things out — that sort of thing. Kim’s mom’s place also needs some serious work this fall. He can be my assistant,” I explained.

Max looked surprised, but also happy. “I was going to propose the same thing to Lisa and Adam. Noah is able-bodied and should work off some of his expenses, as well.”

Stacy loved the idea. “What do you think, Max? Are you willing to commit to having a good attitude and work ethic, no matter what you’re asked to do? I don’t want Craig to ever deal with any whining.”

“Of course! Craig does so much for me, I’m happy to do whatever,” Max immediately replied. “Helping him with chores is usually even fun.”

I grinned. Max’s enthusiasm to spend time with me, even if it’s spent doing grunge work, is heartwarming. It also wasn’t lost on me how Stacy’s words could be misconstrued.

***

Why does it always seem life has a way of smacking you down, right when you are at a high point? I’ve enjoyed my Sunday morning alone, piddling around the house waiting for the NFL games to start.

I was about ten minutes into watching the Vikings, enjoying a beer, when my phone buzzed. It was Noah, rapid-firing messages before I could respond.

Noah: can you talk?

Noah: can I come over?

Noah: it’s important

My stomach lurched. Noah isn’t usually so frantic.

I actually typed out ‘can it wait until halftime’ after his first two messages, but his third arrived before I hit send. I backspaced and started over.

Me: Sure. I’m just watching the game. Kim is still out with her church friends.

I’m not sure if he was already en route or what, but it wasn’t thirty seconds before Noah stood before me, disheveled. The collar of his shirt is wet and wrinkled. He’s been chewing on it.

“What is it?” I asked, patting the seat on the couch beside me. “Did Jackson get pissed about something and tell your parents about you and Max?”

Noah shook his head. “No, nothing like that.”

He didn’t offer anything more. I think he got distracted by the play on the TV.

“So?”

“Last night, I helped Ashley watch the little kids at her parents’ party, and he was there.”

I looked at him blankly. “‘He’ who?” What is he getting at?

“Chad!” Noah bellowed, as if it were patently obvious.

Damn. I didn’t make the connection at first, but Chad is Ashley’s uncle. It isn’t a surprise he would attend a social function of her parents, but I understand why it took Noah off-guard.

“He made a point to ‘check on’ the kids. I swear he was downstairs almost as much as he was at the party. I was unnerved and watched him like a hawk,” Noah explained, fuming.

It gave me pause. How many parties had I been at where I spent time with the boys playing ping pong or pool or whatever, eschewing the boring adult conversations? Had I set off red flags without even knowing?

“He was fine with Brett, but gave this other boy, Grant, a bunch of attention. Grant and Brett really hit it off. They’d never met before but are the same age and both play soccer. Chad was all over him, even suggested he come over to their house to hang out sometime, or possibly even sleep over.” Noah shook his head in disgust.

“Did he recognize you? Like, remember you from the pizza place?”

“Oh yeah. He even teased Brett that it wouldn’t be long before he’d be a ‘stud’ like me, dating girls,” Noah said, cringing. “It was creepy as fuck. Even Ashley rolled her eyes.”

“He sounds more and more charming,” I replied. “How did Brett respond?”

“Just laughed nervously and said something about how he’d rather play soccer or Fortnite.”

“Well, I’m sorry it was weird, but at least you were there as a buffer. Did you talk to Ashley about it after?”

“No, not really. She just said he’s usually okay but sometimes tries too hard to seem cool or funny. She wasn't, like, uncomfortable or anything like I was. But she doesn’t know what I know!”

I nodded. “That makes sense. To her, he’s a relative, and while he might be cringey at times, she thinks he’s harmless. You know the truth, so you pick up on more.”

“Fuck yes I do. And he really pissed me off when he said goodbye. Bitch commented how nice it was to see me again, and to give Max his regards. Ashley remarked that he has a good memory, but I knew exactly what he was doing.”

I dropped my beer into my lap. What a smarmy motherfucker.

“Good job not losing it on him right then,” I complimented, reaching for some napkins.

“Trust me, I wanted to.”

“I’m glad you didn’t. Nothing good would come from it. People like him have to be handled deliberately, and I don’t want you guys anywhere near him.”

Noah snorted.

“You disagree?” I asked. “I just don’t want to lose sight of the bigger picture. Telling him off would make you feel better for a few seconds, but it would have caused a scene, probably ruined things with Ashley, and pushed him underground before he can be confronted by Bob’s people.”

“I know all that, which is why I resisted the very strong urge to tell him what I really think,” Noah began. “Max and I share everything, but I was worried bringing this up would set him off. I don’t want him to have another, um, incident.”

I am pleased by how maturely Noah conducted himself. “That’s smart. I don’t see any possible benefit of him knowing. It wouldn’t accomplish anything.”

Noah, who had gotten up to grab me another beer, was pacing.

“That’s kinda what I thought. But I wasn’t sure, so I texted Cam to see if he agreed.”

Oh shit. Cam is militant about Chad.

“And he told Max?” I asked, sighing. Great. I bet Max is spiraling. I’m actually a little surprised he hasn’t reached out.

“No. Actually, he agreed we shouldn’t mention it to him. It surprised me.”

I raised my eyebrows. “Me too. He’s been so passionate about fucking over Chad and adamant Max be involved.”

Noah, still pacing, slipped his collar into his mouth. I don’t understand why he’s so stressed, but I walked toward him and guided him back to the couch.

“Look at me. We don’t chew on our shirts. Tell me what’s going on.” I gently rubbed his back. He leaned into me, not unlike how Max does when he’s upset.

“They’re going to be so mad at me,” Noah said so softly I could barely hear him, “but I don’t want them to get hurt.”

I am so confused.

“Who?”

“Max. And Cam.”

“Why would they be mad at you?”

Noah sniffled slightly. “Because I’m talking to you.”

“You talk to me all the time. You know Max isn’t jealous.”

“No, you don’t understand. The real reason I’m here…” He trailed off.

“Because you saw Chad?” I’m totally perplexed.

“Well yeah, but no, that’s not really why I’m here, even though it is related.”

I can feel my frustration rising. “Enough of this cryptic shit. Just tell me whatever it is.”

Noah paused. He was mulling his words carefully. “When I told Cam I was relieved he agreed with me, he told me why.”

“And?” He still didn’t respond.

It occurred to me, whatever Noah is holding back, seems to be motivated by his conflicting sense of loyalty or fear he’ll upset his friends. It’s time to relieve him of that burden.

“You need to tell me right now what’s going on,” I stated confidently. Whatever the fallout, it’s better I’m blamed for making him tell me. It’ll help him save face. “I’m not making a request. An adult has given you a direction and you need to follow it.”

That seemed to give Noah the confidence boost he needed, because he complied.

“Cam told me that last night, before Max went home, they unblocked Chad and chatted with him,” Noah confessed, exhaling deeply. “Cam thought everything went well, that Chad incriminated himself a bunch and even kind of apologized to Max. Cam even sent a nude after he asked. But later, Cam noticed Max wasn’t acting like himself and thinks it upset him more than he let on — which is why he agreed I shouldn’t say anything.”

I could feel a vein in my neck start to throb. I was clear with Max, and he defied me anyway! Worse, he put himself at risk, even if only emotionally.

“He sent me pics of their conversation. It’s pretty bad,” Noah said, handing me his phone. I scrolled through their conversation and was aghast. Max confronted him, and Chad did apologize for being too rough, but then they had a hyper-sexualized conversation and even alluded to getting together again, this time with Cam! Fuck that! My blood pressure rose significantly. Bob’s going to lose his fucking mind.

“Right before Chad made his comment about Max at the party, he had been on his phone, grinning. I think that’s when they were talking, which makes his remark even worse,” he said. “I can’t believe it. While he was basically hitting on Brett’s new friend, he was also chatting with Cam and Max.”

I wasn’t sure what to say. I cannot believe they were so reckless and disobedient. Bob and I were unequivocal. God, Bob... Cam isn’t going to be able to sit for a week.

My head is swimming. Still, Noah needs reassurance.

“I appreciate you trusting me with this. I know it’s hard to tell on your friends, especially when they’re going to get into trouble. But, this is a safety issue and those are non-negotiable. You did the right thing,” I said. “I wish I could tell you there won’t be any blowback. Honestly though, even if I keep your name out of it, they aren’t stupid and will figure it out.”

“I know. I don’t want them to hate me. Cam said he was going to talk to his dad about everything, even sounded excited, but I still thought you should know.”

I put my arm around him. “Even if they figure it out, they aren’t going to hate you. They will probably be pissed at first,” I said. “Besides, I practically had to drag it out of you. If Cam is planning to talk to his father, then Max won’t have any reason to suspect you told me anything.”

Noah sniffled. “How much trouble are they in? I told Cam his dad is going to flip. For some reason, he didn’t seem concerned.” He shook his head, clearly unable to fathom how Bob would be okay with what they did. “His ass is going to get shredded. The night Mr. Rice came to drag Cam out of my basement, after my failed attempt at getting them back together… it was horrible. He doesn’t play.”

“I remember.” What a night that was. The drama and tension were unreal. And he’s right, I thought Bob would have a stroke he was so furious with Cam.

“I wasn’t sure Cam would live to see the next day. Honest. Mr. Rice scares the eff out of me.”

“He’s not as intense as he seems. But, I wouldn’t want to have him angry with me. Bob and I will talk. Honestly, probably Stacy too.” Ugh. The idea of looping her in fills me with dread, but how the fuck do I avoid it now? Max is forcing my hand.

***

Thankfully, Noah mostly settled down by the time he walked home. It was good timing, because five minutes after he left, Bob messaged.

Bob: We have a situation. It’s too much to get into over the phone. Jeanine is still at church, so can you come over?

Bob: My offspring, I swear to God…

Craig: Yep, I’ve heard. I’m on my way.

***

“You made good time,” Bob said as he met me at the door. I hadn’t even had a chance to ring the doorbell. “Can I get you a beer?”

“I probably shouldn’t. I had a couple watching football, and need to be able to drive,” I explained. “Well, I guess I ended up wearing half of one. I spilled all over myself when I found out what they’ve been up to.”

“Suit yourself. I need something stiffer.” Bob wiped his brow, as if he’s been sweating, and poured himself two fingers of scotch. “How’d you find out? Cameron just told me a little while ago. Did Max feel guilty and call you to confess? I can’t imagine he was excited like Cam.”

Wouldn’t that have been fucking refreshing! I looked around to make sure there were no young ears to overhear.

“Actually, it was Noah. Cam filled him in, even sent him screenshots, and he was frantically worried about them. He feels guilty, but I reassured him that he did the right thing. It isn’t tattling if it’s a safety issue.”

“He’s a good kid. I’m glad one of them has decent judgment.”

“Yeah, I’m proud of him. Cam and Max, though. I don’t know what the hell they were thinking.”

“I still can’t believe he thought I would be pleased. He was almost gleeful telling me about it. He even giddily showed me pics of their chat. Can you believe he sexted this fucker and thought I’d be okay with that? And talked about using Max with him?” Bob slammed his glass down in disgust. “I’m not proud of it, but I put him over my knee and whooped his ass right on the spot.”

I was hoping Bob had moved beyond corporal punishment, but as uncomfortable as it is, I suppose under the circumstances I understand why he reacted so strongly.

“I’m sure that was hard. I know how bad I felt after I spanked Max, and Noah’s dad had a lot of guilt after he took off his belt.”

Bob scoffed. “Everyone here is so damn liberal! I regret that it had to happen, but I’m not riddled with guilt. It’s not like I beat him, and besides, he squirmed away after I landed a few smacks. He stopped at the stairs and glared, his eyes full of tears, before he bolted to his room.” He took a swig before continuing. “A couple of years ago I’d have immediately followed him and finished the job, but I made my point. I haven’t talked to him yet.”

“It might be good to let him calm down,” I suggested.

“That’s why I haven’t gone up. He needed swift discipline and I gave it to him, as a father should. I didn’t enjoy it, and it’s always hard hearing him cry, but I don’t feel bad. He needed a message sent in no uncertain terms that his behavior was unacceptable and won’t be tolerated. I’d do the same to Max if he were mine, but that’s between you and Stacy.”

“I get it, but I also know you were trying to move beyond doing that.” I paused, not sure how to broach what was really on my mind. “You’re not worried about, um… the fishing trip?” Surely the thought has crossed Bob’s mind that if he pushes too hard, Cam might seek revenge by telling his mother what he saw. He might regret making that move, but in the throes of adolescent anger, he may not think things through.

Bob sighed. “Yeah, it crossed my mind. Here’s the thing, though: I’m not going to live in fear and fail at my duties as a father because I’m worried about pissing him off. That said, it is one of the reasons I invited you over. I know you’ll keep me calm,” he explained. “But you know, it’s not like he’s gotten lit up often. It’s literally been years. And considering the nature of his transgression, it was justified. He can’t put himself in danger like that.”

Bob took a breath, but I could tell he wasn’t finished. He was almost talking to himself. “Jesus… if they had just talked, I’d be pissed but might not have been quite so incensed. But he sent him a dick pic for Christ’s sake! And was talking about doing all sorts of vile things to Max and even that fucker’s little boy. I won’t abide by that shit or allow him to be a negative influence on others.”

I wasn’t sure what else to say. I don’t even necessarily disagree with him, it’s just uncomfortable. Two weeks ago at the cabin, we acknowledged the boys were worthy of being treated as quasi-adults. I don’t know that resorting to a rage spanking is honoring our word. Maybe I’m just soft, or progressive like Bob laments.

“So, he’s upstairs? Would you like me to go talk to him?” I wondered if I could use a lighter touch to get everyone to the point of being able to have a calm conversation.

“He’s in his room, licking his wounds,” Bob said. “Proverbially of course. He’s not actually injured.”

“Hopefully he’s ready to face the music.”

“Honestly, I was quiet when he was bragging about what they did, before I blew up. We really haven’t even talked about why it was wrong, other than me yelling that he lost his mind. So we still need to have an actual discussion. I was hoping we could talk to him together. You’ll keep me grounded.”

I indicated my assent.

“Cameron Brendan, come down here!” Bob bellowed.

It took about a minute before Cam timidly entered the kitchen, wearing nothing but a pair of shorts. He looked shocked to see me and was immediately sheepish. He avoided eye contact and blushed. A folded note card was in his hand, which he slipped hastily into his pocket.

“Here, take this,” Bob said, offering him a bag of frozen vegetables. “Have a seat.”

Cam declined the ice pack. “I don’t need it,” he said defiantly. He was making a point that he wasn’t hurt. “And I’d rather stand.” This was going to be tougher than I thought.

“Okay, but we might be here a while. You have a lot of explaining to do.”

Cam stared back and forth between Bob and I. Each time he looked at me, he became more solemn. Is it possible he’s more upset at having disappointed me than his own father? That can’t possibly be, because I know how close they are, but maybe his hurt towards Bob is making me seem more sympathetic.

“Noah came over earlier,” I began. “He was worried sick. Your father and I just want to understand why you would do this? That man is dangerous. You know what he did to Max. Then you were talking about doing the same things with him? And to his son?”

Cam looked totally crushed. A tear rolled down his cheek. “Yes-s-s–s sir,” he stammered. “I’m sor-rr-rr-rry.” His face erupted into an avalanche of tears.

I stepped to him and pulled him into my chest. He gripped me tight, sobbing into my t-shirt. I patted his back. “Your father and I love you, Cam. You know you’re his whole world. But this can’t be overlooked.”

He slowly gathered himself and wiped his eyes. “I know. I was raised better.” He looked at his father and hung his head.

“Well, I’m sure as hell glad you’re seeing the light, young man,” Bob interjected. I gave him a frown. He clearly doesn’t have the ‘gift.’ When a boy is sobbing and telling you he deserves to be punished, it’s not the time to be heavy-handed.

It occurred to me that situations like this are what make my relationships with boys different. Most adults would be like Bob, continuing to display control and unwavering dominance. There IS a place for that, which I’ll need to channel when I confront Max, especially since I won’t have Bob there to play the ‘bad cop.’ That being said, a guy like me — who ‘gets’ boys — understands when it’s prudent to back off.

I squeezed his shoulders. “Go on,” I encouraged.

“It all seemed harmless. I thought we were helping, like you suggested to Max. It was just a chat, I thought.”

I bristled. Not once did I ever ‘suggest’ Max ‘help’ by talking to Chad.

“I made it very clear to Max he was not allowed to contact him,” I replied flatly. “Nor was this the kind of help we wanted, or needed. And we were adamant that you were both to stay out of it.”

“You also didn’t just chat! You sent that man child pornography of YOU!” Bob added angrily.

“Yeah, that was really stupid,” Cam admitted. “Max told me not to, but I thought we could help by enticing him. I want that fucker to pay for what he did. I guess I got carried away.”

“Yes, you most certainly did,” Bob concurred.

“When I was upstairs, I did some thinking,” Cam admitted cautiously.

“And?”

“I know you’re right, Daddy,” he answered, turning towards Bob. “Noah tried to tell me I was crazy. I guess he was with that bastard last night, while we were chatting. I didn’t listen to him or Max. I also remembered how Max wasn’t himself when he went home.”

“He was upset?” I asked. I already knew this because of Noah, but I want Cam to explore this more deeply.

Cam nodded. “He was trying to act normal, but I could tell, right at the end, it bothered him.”

“That should have been obvious,” Bob admonished. “You saw how he reacted at the pizza place. He’s terrified of him!”

“I know. I just want to make sure he doesn’t get away with it, and I thought you’d be proud of me for taking initiative,” Cam explained. I can’t quite tell if that is the full truth or he’s just trying to reframe his intent, but he seems genuine. “This is on me. Max said it was a bad idea but I wouldn’t listen. So please, just punish me and get it over with,” Cam pleaded. “You can finish, from earlier.” He started to hook his thumbs into his shorts.

I glanced at Bob. I hope he can read my thoughts.

“That won’t be necessary,” he sighed. “I am going to check you, though.”

For whatever reason, Cam suddenly seemed nervous and hesitated. I think he felt on display. Maybe he didn’t really think Bob would do anything with me standing there, so he felt safe in offering?

“Don’t choose now to be shy. It’s nothin’ Craig hasn’t seen before. You made sure of that at the lake,” he barked. His Texas drawl is always more pronounced when he’s worked up, it’s a dead give away. “And you showed Chad way more than a butt cheek, so don’t feign modesty now.” With that, Bob yanked Cam’s waistband down and did a cursory inspection. It registered with me that Bob might have gotten in more than a ‘few smacks’ if he wanted to make sure Cam’s okay. Or maybe it’s a way to show he’s concerned and cares? Just like offering ice earlier, it could be a peace offering.

I tried to avert my eyes, to give him some privacy. I know Bob wasn’t trying to humiliate him, but it’s obvious Cam is mortified. He deserves his dignity. To be fair though, Bob is right: he isn’t injured, just a little red. It also reminded me of checking Max’s backside after Chad was done with him. I guess it’s a father’s responsibility?

“I think you’ll survive.” He lovingly patted Cam’s rear and gently pulled his shorts back up. “Even though I’m not going to finish your whooping, an appropriate punishment will be dealt out.”

Cam reflexively rubbed his butt. “Yes sir.”

“So Cam, what do you think an ‘appropriate punishment’ should be?” I asked

“I know Daddy will take my phone. And ground me.”

“You got that right!” Bob said.

“For how long?” I asked, still addressing Cam.

Cam looked at me hesitantly. “A month?” he suggested, uneasily.

“That seems reasonable. School, gymnastics, and absolutely nothing else,” I replied. “I think that is appropriate for Max as well. I’m going to be talking with him very soon.”

“Agreed,” Bob added, reluctantly. I feel like he’s still searching for something more to add on. “And you’ll be doing extra chores. Lots of them. Understand?”

“Yes sir,” he answered. “I’ll go get my phone.”

“That didn’t go terribly,” I commented once he rounded the corner.

“No. He would have been 10 times more stubborn if you weren’t here. You have a way with him. And Max. And Noah, for that matter. Do you think that’s because of…” Bob trailed off, suddenly embarrassed he broached the topic of my true orientation. “Nevermind.”

“Yeah, it’s definitely part of it. My attractions help me read and relate to them, especially when they’re upset.”

Bob nodded. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have brought it up.”

“It’s okay. I understand the curiosity. It’s a blessing and curse at the same time.”

“I bet.”

I paused. “You know, he truly seems sorry and realizes it was a mistake. A month might be excessive.”

Bob rolled his eyes. “Seriously? I was thinking he might get it back by Christmas, or maybe Thanksgiving if he was exemplary. But a month will suffice, I suppose.”

I hope, for their sake, the boys earn time off for good behavior.

Cam returned, laying his phone on the counter. “I told Max I was sorry, but I didn’t tell him we were in trouble. But I bet he knows it’s coming. He’s not stupid.”

I hope he’s right. Surely Max realized Bob and I would be livid.

“There’s one more thing,” Cam added, fishing the notecard from his pocket.

“Oh?” Bob asked, concerned.

“I made a new Snapchat account this morning. I sent Chad a friend request. I was going to try to get him to incriminate himself some more but he hasn’t accepted yet. Maybe your friends can use it,” he suggested. He handed the card to his father. “Here’s the ID and password.”

Bob shook his head. I worried he was about to add another month, but he didn’t say anything. If I weren’t here, I bet Cam’s ass would have been assailed again, for real this time.

“Can I go back to my room please? I should do some homework.”

“You may, but bring me all of your power cords, please. No electronics except for homework,” Bob instructed. “And you can go to gymnastics because it’s important to the team and your development as an athlete, but there will be no grab ass with Max or idle chatter. You’re there to work harder than you ever have — or you aren’t going at all. Am I clear?”

“Yes sir.”

As he pivoted, I decided to press Cam before leaving to deal with Max.

“Hey Cam, I’m wondering something.”

He turned back toward me. “Sir?”

“Did Max message Chad himself? How much responsibility does he bear?”

Cam looked uneasy and didn’t respond right away.

Bob tensed. “Cameron, you were asked a question. Answer completely and honestly.”

He looked like he might cry again. “It was my idea. It’s my fault. Max was uneasy.” Yep, he’s definitely withholding.

“That’s double talk. You also said you didn’t realize until later Max was upset. Did he send any messages?” Bob is still in no mood, but he maintained his composure.

Cam sighed. “I convinced Max to log into Snapchat before he handed me his phone so I could unblock Chad. I messaged him at first, but then Max snatched his phone and sent a few himself,” Cam admitted. “But then I took it back and it was all me! He even tried to grab it when I started talking about more sexual stuff and refused to help me get hard for the nude I sent.”

Fucking awesome. So Max did actively participate, even if reluctantly. Peer pressure is no excuse. While I respect Cam for attempting to shield him — it speaks to his loyalty and character, trying to take sole responsibility — that’s not how it works.

As he left the room, Bob picked up Cam’s phone and punched in his passcode. “Did you see the conversation those two had with him?” he asked.

“Noah showed me some screenshots. I’m not sure it was everything, though. And honestly, I only remember a few things. I was shocked and my focus was on reassuring Noah. I probably need to see it again before I confront Max.”

“Here,” he offered as he went to Cam’s photos. “He took pictures of Max’s phone with his own, for some reason. I don’t know why they just didn’t screenshot the convo on Max’s.”

“Because Snapchat alerts the person you’re talking to if you take screenshots,” I informed him. As angry as I am with both of them, I have to admit, Cam was clever.

“I see,” Bob said. “I’ll let you read through.”

I began thumbing through the screenshots. They’re what Noah showed me earlier. This time, I took longer to digest them. When I was with Noah, my emotions kicked in and I processed maybe half the words.

Their conversation started innocently enough. Chad politely asked him how he’s been. He expressed his disappointment that Max didn’t come over at Pizza Pit and remarked that his boyfriend is hot. He even had the audacity to claim he wasn’t trying to make Max uncomfortable — that he was just admiring how attractive he is and remembering the fun they had together. Jesus! He was laying the bullshit on thick. He was glaring at Max that night.

Reading the messages, it was clear when Max took over. “It wasn’t exactly the best for me, fuckhead,” Max had replied. At least I assume it was him, completely furious.

“Can you believe that response?” Bob asked, pointing to Chad’s reply: ‘We just did what you wanted.’ “This guy is fucking unreal, trying to gaslight his way out of it! And then he pretended to apologize! Jesus. I want to beat his ass right on the spot.”

Bob was right. Chad’s next message was an apology: “I took it too far. I realized that later. I shouldn’t have been so rough or degrading. It was roleplay but still.”

I honestly don’t know how a grown-ass man would ever assume a barely eighth grade boy has any clue on what his limits might be when it comes to dom / sub roleplay. I suppose it’s somewhat redeeming that he finally realized it, even if it was after-the-fact. Small consolation. It occurred to me how most people would say the same thing about a boy Max’s age being sexually active with any adult. I know what we did is different, but it still fills me with shame.

Chad claimed he tried to message him later to apologize and see if he was okay, but Max had already blocked him.

It didn’t take Chad long to go right back to being an ass. “Did you unblock me because you miss my big daddy dick?” It’s obvious he was trying to steer the conversation back to sex.

It was clear Cam was back in control after that, because “Max” began flirting. “Are you suggesting a do over?” they messaged, before adding “my bf might want to join.”

“That’s the part that sent me over the edge,” Bob pointed out. “Up until then, I was merely annoyed.”

It didn’t take much for Chad to latch onto that idea. “See, I knew you still had fun,” he messaged. He told Max he was a ‘good boy’ and suggested that he could show both he and Cam ‘a thing or two about what a boy needs.’ I just imagined him typing this as he drooled over Noah and Brett’s new friend at Ashley’s house. What a fucking creep.

It continued to steadily worsen. ‘Maybe your bf wants to be disciplined too? Or maybe he wants to learn how to discipline you?’ he suggested.

The next part shocked me. Either I didn’t read it closely from Noah’s phone, or I glossed over it: “He (Cam) prefers to be in charge. But he said it would be hot if you and him were telling me (Max) what to do.”

JFC. Max has mentioned Cam likes to be in control when they have sex, but suggesting a dom-dom-sub trio with Chad is disturbing. I suspect this conversation became erotic for Cam.

“Like father, like son,” I suggested to Bob. “I think I told you before that Cam likes to take charge, according to Max. Just like you. But we don’t need him suggesting such a thing to a fucking predator!”

“We might need to talk about not being sadistic. I don’t know why, but I get the sense he might have actually been aroused talking to Chad about that shit.”

“Yeah,” I agreed. There was nothing in the chat to indicate that per se, but like Bob, I just have a feeling Cam was into the fantasy. Maybe Bob was tapping into his own Dom-ish desires.

From there, the conversation became completely perverse. Chad commented that he bet Cam has ‘an adorable little ass to eat’ and that he’d like to ‘line you both up and go back and forth.’ Bob cringed as he pointed it out. “Fucking sicko. I know he isn’t a little kid, but after his whooping, I see how small his butt still is.”

I felt guilty. I get Bob’s point, especially about his own son, but Chad isn’t wrong. Having two hot boy pussies side by side to plunder with your tongue and cock *might* have been something I’ve fantasized about before, on more than one occasion.

The next part is what sent Bob completely into orbit. I knew that Cam sent a dick pic, because I read Chad’s ‘nice dick’ response earlier, but the actual picture wasn’t on Noah’s version. I don’t know if Cam edited it before sharing with him, or if Noah cropped it before showing me (which seems the most likely since he mentioned it), but the version I read on Noah’s phone absolutely did NOT have a picture of Cam’s pelvis, with his erect cock sticking out the side of his underwear. Trust me, I would have remembered that.

“I really didn’t need to see that,” Bob commented, quickly swiping to the next image. I recognized Cam’s cock immediately. While his penis reminds me of Max’s, there is something slightly different about it. The image of it is burned into my brain from when he ‘tested’ me in his hot tub. It’s about the same size as Max’s, maybe a hair bigger, but the shape is also slightly different. “Here, you can read on,” he said, shoving the phone towards me. “It feels weird looking at my own son’s erection.”

I scrolled back to the picture, and Chad’s response, which was to ask for an ass pic. Classy.

I thought it might be time for some levity. “It doesn’t look like Cam got your big dick gene,” I commented casually.

“I tried not to look that closely. He’s still growing. I told you at the lake I was driving before I became bigger than my old man.”

“True,” I said, glancing again quickly. “But he’s got a LOT of catching up to do.” Hopefully he doesn’t think I’m paying Cam’s pic too much attention. I scrolled on to the next page of chats.

I held the phone so Bob could see. “I can’t believe they suggested he bring Brett,” I commented.

“Or that he seemed open to the idea,” Bob commented, pointing at Chad’s response. “They really egged it on. I’ll be fucking pissed if I find out the suggestion triggered him to try it with his son, or any other boy. I know that seems far-fetched, but who knows how he thinks. If two other middle school boys are open to fucking around, he might just be impulsive enough to assume that all young boys are horny and willing.”

“With some hardcore pedos, I assume that’s probably true. Chad seems just sane enough he won’t make that leap.” His initial almost-apology gave me hope, anyway. “Hopefully your guys get to him sooner than later.”

“Yeah, I plan to push hard this week. This needs to be resolved.”

I flipped back through the texts. “You know, there’s probably enough in this chat to nail his ass to the wall. He knew who he was talking to — Max even sent a face pic, who no one would ever mistake for an adult. He essentially admitted to having sex with him already, and talked about doing it again, with not only Max, but also Cam and Brett. And he solicited a nude from an underage boy.”

“And was stupid enough to comment on the content of the picture.”

“Right. You know, I’m not happy at all with either of them, but you have to admit, what they got here is solid. I think your people are going to agree. If they can use that ID of Cam’s to get more, this thing will be put to bed. They’ll have his balls in a vise!”

Bob was unimpressed. “I suppose. However, I’m not thrilled with Cam’s judgment and pushing Max into bad behavior. It’s making me wonder if he’s mature enough for a real relationship and whether I’ve been too permissive because I like Max so much and wish I had what they have at their age.”

I hadn’t thought about that, but his logic is sound. I don’t think he’s right about them not being ready for a serious relationship, but Cam has gotten Max into trouble at least three times in the last month, so I see his point.

“Well anyway, this is definitely worth sharing with ‘your people.’ You’ll keep me posted on developments?”

“Naturally.”

“Would you mind if I went up to say bye to Cam?”

“Sure. You’re exempt from his grounding, you know that.”

***

I rapped lightly on Cam’s closed door. “Come in,” he mumbled.

He was on his bed, still shirtless, reading a book.

“Already finding a way to stay occupied without a screen, I see.”

“It’s for school,” he replied. “I’m behind, so I’m catching up.” He set the book down and sat up. “Do you need something?”

“I was just getting ready to leave and head to Max’s. I just wanted to say goodbye. I’m sure I’ll see you at gymnastics.” He smiled. “Once you’re ungrounded, I look forward to doing something fun.”

“Yes sir.”

“I still love you, Cam. We all make mistakes. God knows I understand that.”

Cam rose. “Thanks for talking to Daddy. I know he was calmer with you around,” he said, hugging me tight. “Please don’t be too hard on Max. And tell him again I’m sorry for getting him in trouble.”

***

I know Stacy had plans to spend all day with Max, but after leaving the Rice’s, it’s obvious this can’t fester. Besides, Max will figure out something is wrong quickly when Cam is unresponsive and Noah is coy. I don’t want his anxiety spinning up even more.

I checked his location. Surprisingly, he’s at home. I called Stacy.

“Hey Craig. Were your ears burning? We were just talking about you a few minutes ago.”

“All good, I hope.” I hate small talk, but best to ease into this.

“Of course. We went for an early breakfast and caught a matinee. We actually haven’t been home long.”

“I’m glad you had a pleasant morning together,” I replied. “I’m sorry to intrude on your day, but something happened and I need to talk with Max. It isn’t an emergency, but is a matter of some urgency. Do you mind if I come over?”

“I, uh, sure. Is there anything I should know?”

I paused. I really don’t want to get into this at all, but particularly not over the phone.

“Possibly, but I need to talk to Max first. Can I fill you in after that? And he won’t know what it’s about, so please don’t mention anything yet. I don’t want him to get anxious.”

“Okay. Do you want to come in or have Max meet you in the driveway? He’s up in his room doing homework.”

“Let him focus. I’ll come up when I get there.”

“Okay. I was just going to go grocery shopping, anyway. Normally he’d come with, but he wants to finish his social studies project and if I wait too late in the afternoon the crowds will be brutal,” she said. “You know the garage code, right? Just let yourself in and we can catch up when I’m back in an hour or so.”

***

From Bob and Cam’s house, it’s about 15 minutes to Max. Long enough for me to mull over everything and start seething again.

I spent that entire time wondering how the fuck I’m going to broach this with Stacy. She has to know because, at the very least, Max is losing his phone and is grounded. I think the best approach is to omit anything that’s happened in the past, and focus on Max being inappropriate on his phone. She can know he was on Grindr, talking to men about hooking up, despite being specifically told he wasn’t allowed. She doesn’t need specifics. Hell, she won’t want them.

And Max can explain it to her. That will be embarrassing, but seems only fair. He wants to act like he’s grown, he can man up and tell her why he’s in trouble.

I quietly climbed the two flights of stairs up to his room. Max’s door was ajar, the soft hum of music wafting in the hall. I peered inside. He was sitting at his desk, shirtless but in pajama bottoms. It’s like he’s allergic to wearing a shirt. Not that I’m complaining.

Focus, Craig. This is going to suck.

I knocked. He immediately turned around, smiled widely, and gave me a big hug. I reciprocated before slightly pushing him away.

“This is a nice surprise. What are you doing here?”

I sighed. “We need to talk, young man.” I tried not to make my tone sound too harsh, but it came out stern.

Max’s smile disappeared.

“Is, um, something wrong?”

Oh, for fuck’s sake. Why is he playing dumb? I decided to give him one opportunity to be straight with me.

“You tell me.”

Maxed looked around nervously, whether for an answer I’d believe or an escape route, I’m unsure. He must not have seen Cam’s message.

“I can’t think of anything,” he said, not at all convincingly. “Oh! Did Mrs. Rice complain that we were inappropriate? I know we’ve been bad about PDA in the past, but I swear all we did was hug and hold hands. She flashed her headlights at us when we were saying goodbye, so I think she was annoyed.” He might be trying to cover, but it’s obvious he knows exactly what I’m talking about. His hands are shaking and he looks like he is about to cry. He truly is a horrible liar.

He’s also pissing me off. Max almost never does anything wrong and here I am, hours after he was chatting with Chad, and he’s pretending I’d be annoyed because a homophobe whined he was holding hands? I have to give him credit for trying to change the subject and deflect, but I’m not an idiot.

“Cut the crap, Maxwell.”

He feigned confusion. He does not have a poker face. “What? Nothing happened.”

“DO NOT LIE TO ME!”

Max’s face went red and he immediately started crying, almost dry heaving. Normally, seeing him so despondent would tear me apart, but right now he needs to feel everything.

I let him go on like that for about thirty seconds. When it didn’t show any signs of abating, I intervened.

“You’re upset because you know you were wrong, defied me, and that you’re in trouble. Then you made it worse by not being honest with me right away,” I stated calmly. “Take some deep breaths, because we are going to discuss this.”

His breathing slowed. “I didn’t want to, but…”

“Cam pressured you? Yeah, that’s becoming a recurring theme. Bob and I agree he hasn’t been a very good influence lately. But that’s a separate issue, which Mr. Rice is dealing with.”

Max looked at me with dread.

“And yet, you still went along with it. It was your phone, which Cam didn’t steal. He admitted to doing most of the messaging, but then, you sent some too, didn’t you? Literally, you even took a picture of yourself.”

He fixed his gaze to the floor and muttered something.

“I can’t hear you. Look at me when you’re speaking.”

“I said ‘yes sir’. I snapped Chad, too.” Tears were rolling down his cheeks.

“Why would you do that? I was very clear, was I not?”

Max didn’t respond. It’s like he wants to share something but is afraid to.

“Say what’s on your mind.”

“I’m not trying to be argumentative, but Cam made some good points. I didn’t like talking with him and felt weird about it, but you did tell me Bob’s people might need my help to get him to reply. And you told me I wasn’t allowed on Grindr, not that I couldn’t talk to Chad.”

“Oh, come on! That’s a distinction without a difference. Don’t plead technicalities. My intent was clear and you knew full well you weren’t supposed to talk to him, or any man for that matter, about sex. That’s why you aren’t allowed on Grindr until you’re 18.”

“Unless it’s with you, right?” Max’s look was piercing. For the first time he looked angry. I’m not sure if his intent was to wound me, but his words lingered because I had no retort. How would I?

We sat there in uncomfortable silence. Finally, I spoke up.

“You’re right. It’s probably wrong for us to discuss that stuff. And a lot of this is my fault, for allowing you to be sexually active to begin with. I’ve already blamed myself for Chad, since he wouldn’t have hurt you if you hadn’t broken up with Cam, and that never would have happened if I hadn’t crossed the line in Mexico.”

If Max’s temper was flaring, that seemed to disarm him.

“Look, I have a lot of regrets, but caring about you and filling a fatherly role in your life isn’t among them. I love you, and that’s never going to change,” I said firmly. “But you knew you weren’t supposed to talk to him and how I’d feel about it. Am I right or am I wrong?”

“You’re right. I told Cam it was a bad idea, but after it started, I got sucked in. And Chad wasn’t totally mean, so it didn’t feel unsafe,” Max began. Finally, we’re getting somewhere. “I told Cam he was taking it too far. But he’s right — he got Chad to incriminate himself and he wants to meet. It’s more progress than anyone else has made.”

I sighed. “I know he was trying to help, but his father and I were clear to stay out of it. You both understood that. Right?”

“Yes sir,” Max said meekly.

“I know you aren’t young children, but you’re still kids. Chad is a predator. You know all too well what he’s capable of. Even if you thought I was vague and there was a gray area, Bob was in no way ambivalent. Correct?”

Max nodded and looked away.

“I’m very disappointed. You put yourself at risk, defied Bob and my wishes, were inappropriate with your phone and your boyfriend, and then tried to pretend it didn’t happen. I thought you respected me more than to play dumb and lie. If you make a mistake, own up to it.”

Max looked up, crying even harder now. “I do! I’m sorry.”

“I know you are, but you’ve lost my trust. That will take time to earn back.”

Max lost it, sobbing. I’m not trying to make him feel bad — I’m just stating facts — but I am gratified he’s taking my disapproval seriously.

Finally, he pulled himself together enough to ask a question.

“Are you going to spank me again?”

“Do you think you’ve earned that?”

Max didn’t respond, save for a quick nod. I don’t think he expected me to put it back on him.

“I’d be lying if I said it hadn’t occurred to me. I’m very upset with you right now, and it might even be justified because of the severity of your transgression, but I promised I wouldn’t do that again and I intend to keep my word. A man’s word matters, more than most things. Don’t ever forget that.”

“I know! I’m sorry. I even wanted to confess last night but was afraid you’d be angry.”

“I would have been. Very much so. But I’d also have been proud of you for being mature and recognizing you made a mistake by coming to me yourself,” I said. It’s true. I’d have been pissed, but he would have scored major points had he gotten out ahead of it. “I don’t expect you to be perfect. I do expect you to be honest and follow directions.”

Max nodded. “I promise it won’t happen again. I don’t want to let you down.”

“Or your mom. She’s going to be unnerved.”

Max looked at me with abject horror.

“Yes, we’re telling her. Well, you’re telling her, but I’ll be there with you.”

“Daddy no!” Normally when Max calls me that, he’s happy. I guess it happens whenever he’s feeling strong emotions. Normally it would make me melt, but not this time.

“You’ve forced my hand. How can we explain why you’re grounded and have lost your phone? Keep it vague, but accurate. She doesn’t need to know about Chad specifically. Explain how you and Cam were talking with a grown man about hooking up. You can even say you never planned to follow through, which is technically true this time, but she deserves to know why you’re being disciplined.”

Max knew better than to protest.

“You have one minute to send any message you need to, then hand over your phone,” I instructed. “And I don’t know when you’ll get it back, because your mom and I need to discuss the duration.”

***

The wait for Stacy to return was awkwardly silent. Max is still weepy and I can tell he’s stressed.

We heard the garage go up. Max’s leg started bouncing wildly. I put my hand on it to steady him.

“Max, honey, come down and help put groceries away please,” Stacy called.

“I know you’re nervous about talking with your mom, but I’ll be right there with you.”

“Do we have to?”

Ugh. Now he’s whining.

“Yes, we do. This isn’t a negotiation. She’s your mother and you’re in major trouble. She has to know.”

Max pouted. “Can't you just tell her? Please?”

I shook my head. “No. Besides, she’s going to want to talk to you about it. It’s her responsibility as a parent. If I fill her in on my own, she’ll question you after I leave. It’ll go most smoothly if I’m there with you and can reiterate she doesn’t want details.”

The truth is, this is incredibly uncomfortable for me, too. Here I am, insisting he be honest and tell on himself… but not too much, because that would ruin my life. I know in my heart that what we did in Mexico was a mistake, but also objectively different from how Chad treated him. He knows that, too, and my presence will both give him confidence and allow me to guide the conversation. I know that seems conniving, but this is a tricky needle to thread and the book getting thrown at me would completely destroy Max. I don’t believe he would tell our secret… but better safe than sorry.

Max looked at me pleadingly, but right now he needs a parent, not a friend. I patted his leg. “I love you, but this is happening. Let’s get it over with.” God, I hope getting this ball rolling doesn’t come back to bite me in the ass.

***

As we descended the stairs, Stacy sounded so cheerful. I hate that her day is going to be ruined. “I picked up some treats. Come grab a snack.”

“I don’t think he’s hungry,” I stated. “Max needs to tell you something. Let’s go into the family room.”

Understandably, Stacy was alarmed. “Baby, is something wrong? You’ve been crying. What’s going on?”

Max just cried harder.

“He's upset because he’s disappointed me and gotten himself in trouble,” I said, handing her his phone. “Go ahead. Tell her what happened and why you’re grounded.”

Max looked up. “I was b-bad. I’m sorry.”

Stacy glanced at me, confused. “‘Bad’? What do you mean?”

“Craig told me not to d-do something and I did it anyway.”

Max's cryptic responses are making Stacy anxious. We need to speed this along.

“Stop beating around the bush. Dragging this out doesn’t help anything,” I interjected.

Max collected himself, sort of. “Craig told me… I wasn’t allowed… to talk to men online until I’m 18… but I didn’t listen.”

Stacy appeared baffled, before a horrified look of understanding spread across her face.

“You mean…”

“I know it was wrong, but I wasn’t actually going to meet him,” Max pleaded. “Cam and I were just goofing around.”

“It was… a very sexually-charged conversation. You don’t want details,” I said. I worried Stacy might be sick. “Just like safer-sex, Max and I have talked several times about internet safety and how to use technology appropriately. I wasn’t even as conservative as most adults would be, but he still crossed the line.” I glared at him as I said that, which caused him to look away.

Stacy looked roiled. She’s not equipped to deal with her middle schooler trying to bang an adult.

“Did he know your actual age?”

“Yes,” Max replied, almost whispering.

I’ve never heard Stacy raise her voice until now. “You know how dangerous that could be! And after your father, I can’t even pretend to understand what you were thinking.”

Max started rocking back and forth. I wrapped my arm around him. I wanted to make an impression, not cause a breakdown. It’s time to end this.

“For whatever it’s worth, I am satisfied Max understands how inappropriate his behavior has been and how disappointed we both are. He knows he’s earned consequences, and I told him he lost his phone and was grounded until further notice, but assumed you and I would discuss it privately before determining length.”

Stacy nodded but didn’t say anything. To my surprise, she walked to the kitchen and rummaged around a drawer before handing something to Max.

“Get this charged. I expect you to take as good care of this as you did when you first got it.” It was a red band. It looked like a watch of some sort.

Max looked appalled. “Mama no! That’s not fair! I’m not a baby and I’m not wearing that stupid thing.”

“Yes, you are. You’ve lost your phone but I still want to know where you are and be able to get a hold of you in case there’s an emergency. You can call me or Craig, maybe Lisa and Adam, but that’s it. I’ll call Verizon later to have it turned back on.”

“I WILL NOT! You can’t fucking make me!” Max flung it hard back at her before folding his arms. I’ve never seen him act like this before. Well, except maybe right before I whooped his ass. But I’m determined not to do that again.

My body tensed and I turned toward him. I put my finger right in his face. “What you WILL NOT do is treat your mother so disrespectfully EVER AGAIN. I know you’re upset, but you WILL do as you’re told because you are a 14-year-old BOY and you are NOT in charge. Now go to your room, and I will check on you before I leave.”

Max looked at me, shocked, but complied. He stormed past Stacy without a word.

“You were told to charge that. Don’t walk past it like you don’t see it on the floor,” I said sharply.

He stopped in his tracks. I couldn’t see his face, but he bent down to pick it up.

***

With Max out of the room, I checked on Stacy. “Are you okay?”

She exhaled. “None of this is in my parenting manual. I expect an occasional tantrum, but he rages like his father. I put up with that for years with Rick. I won’t be able to take it if my sweet boy turns.”

“He won’t. It’s just testosterone surges. Puberty is no joke, but Max is a good boy at heart.”

“I hope you're right,” she said, sighing deeply. “I cannot believe he was… doing that. I know he’s gay, but he’s still a little boy and he’s having filthy talks about getting with grown men?”

I took a deep breath. “I know it’s a lot, but…” I paused, measuring my words. “Max is still a boy, and he’ll always be your baby, but he isn’t so little anymore. He’s in the depths of puberty. He’s constantly battered by hormones. He has sexual urges, all the time. I know you don’t want to hear that, but it’s unrelenting for boys his age. As uncomfortable as that is for you as his mom, you have to make peace with it.” I took a breath. “If it's any solace, I don’t think he and Cam had any intentions to follow through, but they definitely enjoyed having a sexy conversation.” I know this wasn’t exactly accurate, but I can’t tell Stacy the entire reason. While Max may not have been aroused this time, I do think Cam was.

“I just don’t understand. I’d never have thought Max would be so bold.” Her voice trailed off. “Are we sure this wasn’t Cam’s idea?”

“Cam tried to take full responsibility, to help cover for Max. In other circumstances, that would be honorable and even sweet. While Cam is at fault, the truth is they are both guilty. Max confessed as much, sent a picture of himself, and even lied about it initially.”

Stacy cringed. Whether she assumed the photo was of his face or other parts, I don’t know and I didn’t offer any clarification.

“I know it’s normal for parents to worry about negative influences when their own child does something wrong, but please don’t take it out on Cam,” I urged. The last thing anyone needs is Stacy putting a stop to their relationship because she’s worried about Cam’s behavior. “They’re both wrong and were being utterly foolish, but it’s not exactly uncommon for young teens to be reckless. Boys especially try to impress and one-up each other, to try to seem cooler. I suspect that’s how this snowballed, but Cam is a good seed even if his judgment was just as poor as Max’s. He got spanked and is locked down for a month for his part.”

She shook her head in disbelief. “Boys are so weird.”

I laughed. “We say the same thing about girls.”

Stacy relaxed slightly. “I truly don’t know what I’d do without you. He needs a man to talk to about these things, who can relate better to what he’s going through — and put him in his place when he needs it. You see how he talks to me when he gets angry, but he’s so compliant and respectful with you.”

“That's not typical Max, you know that. And yes, he’s usually very sweet, but he has his moments with me, too. He’s had a very stressful afternoon and you love him unconditionally, so he feels safe lashing out. It isn’t fair, but it’s totally normal,” I explained. I wasn’t sure she was convinced about Cam, so I decided to throw in something else. “Honestly, a lot of the improved manners and respectful attitude you see with him and attribute to my involvement is actually Cam’s influence, not mine. I’ve never told him to use sir or ma’am.”

“I guess. I really am trying to be supportive of his sexuality, and I don’t think there’s anything wrong with it, but it seems so complicated. I really like Cam, and he seems like a genuinely nice boy, but it’s like they’re too serious, too soon.”

“I understand what you mean, but he’d be just as horny if he were straight. Besides, they’re serious because they genuinely care for one another. Their relationship is more adult-like in that the feelings are real — and so is how they express them, for better or worse. It isn’t just lust, infatuation, or a fleeting crush.”

“Do you really believe that?” Stacy asked, an uneasiness in her voice.

“I do. You can feel how palpable it is when they’re around each other,” I stated. “Is it shocking they found each other at such a young age? Absolutely. But I’m happy for them. Some people go their entire lives without finding what they did in the seventh grade.”

“I just worry they’ve moved way too fast.” It’s obvious what she’s alluding to, so I wasn’t going to be vague in response.

“And as a mom, I wouldn’t expect anything else,” I agreed. “But as inappropriate as it is for Max to be trolling online for sex, even if he were straight, it would be totally normal for him to experiment with other boys.” I paused. “Trust me, it happens,” I added assuredly.

I didn’t exactly confess that I’d done such things as I boy, but Stacy got the message. “And honestly, if he’s going to be sexually active, isn’t it better he does it with someone his own age? Someone he cares about, who cares about him? Where he is safe?”

Stacy kept trying to smooth the creases out of her pants. She’s so uncomfortable.

“And if I’m too strict about Cam, he’ll seek out an outlet elsewhere.” She said that as a statement, not a question. I think she’s getting it.

“Pretty much. So, you can either tighten your grip — which might work for a little while, until he rebels and acts out, like on Grindr — or you can swallow your pride, be pragmatic, and make peace with reality. Only you can decide which is less stressful.”

“I guess this drives home he really is growing up. I’m not ready.”

I patted her arm. We sat in silence for a moment. If nothing else, it’s been a bonding experience for us, jointly parenting Max.

“So, what was the watch thing he freaked out about?”

“It’s called a GizmoGadget. I got it for him when he turned 10, and believe it or not, he was super excited at the time. It’s basically a GPS tracker for kids with some phone functions, but you can only have like ten pre-programmed contacts. It worked well until he was old enough for an actual phone.”

“Interesting. That would have been great when my girls were that age.”

“It was. It’s funny, because he felt really grown up when he first got it. I guess now it’s a symbol of going backwards.”

“Which is why he reacted so strongly,” I posited. “Plus, he’s embarrassed. If he wears that to the eighth grade, kids will notice and give him all kinds of shit.”

It was like a lightbulb went off. “I didn’t even think of that. No wonder he got so distraught.”

“I agree he needs something, but I’m sure he’ll just leave in his backpack. That way, it’s there in case he needs it, but he doesn’t have to advertise it prominently.”

“That makes sense. I wasn’t trying to be mean about it, I just thought it would be a good bridge until he’s earned back his phone,” she explained. “Speaking of, how long were you thinking he should be grounded?”

I stretched. “Not sure. You grounded him for a week after the SNO, right? So at least a couple of weeks, but maybe longer if he has a bad attitude or is sneaky. I’d like to give him some incentive to be cooperative and show we can trust him.”

“I’m good with that. So how long is up to him, but definitely until the end of the month.”

***

I told Max I would stop by his room before I left, so I made the trek upstairs. His door was shut. When I knocked, he told me it was open.

Max was laying in bed, in the dark. I turned on his lamp. His face was still splotchy and wet.

“Now that you’ve had some quiet alone time, how are you feeling?” I sat down on the foot of his bed.

“Sad. Mad. Annoyed. Humiliated. Take your pick.”

“I bet. But you can’t treat your mom that way,” I offered, gently rubbing his leg.

Max sighed. “I know. It’s not her fault. She’s just being a mom. I just, I dunno, I lost it on her for a second. I just pictured everyone laughing at that stupid watch.”

“Just leave it in your backpack or pocket. It’s basically for emergencies and to have some way to stay in contact.” I paused, before pivoting. “You still owe her an apology, but she’s more worried about you than angry. You scare her when you act like that. It reminds her of your father, and is never acceptable. Do you understand?”

“Yes sir. I have the watch charging. I’ll apologize to her when I come down for dinner.”

“Yes you will, but an apology is just manipulation if your behavior doesn’t change. This is your third incident in less than a month. Do you need to go back to counseling to help deal with your anger?”

Max looked shocked that I would suggest such a thing. “No!”

“Then keep your temper in check. It’s okay to get frustrated, but it’s not okay to be abusive. Got it?

“Got it. I’m sorry I let you down again. I don’t mean to be bad.”

I looked at him. He seems so small, so down. He isn’t ‘bad.’ I hate that he always says that anytime he’s in trouble. He was biting his lip. I motioned for him to crawl next to me, and he plopped right in my lap. I wrapped him in my arms.

“You’re allowed to make mistakes. You might do or say bad things occasionally, but that doesn’t make YOU bad. You know I’ll still love you like crazy no matter what, right?” I asked, kissing the top of his head. “That’s why I hold you accountable, because I believe in you so much and know you can do better. If I didn’t care, I wouldn’t bother.”

“I know, and I’m grateful, even if it sucks sometimes,” he admitted.

I squeezed him tighter. “By the way, Cam asked me to express his sorrow. He feels guilty.”

Max sighed. “Is he okay?”

“He will be. Mr. Rice is very upset, but he wasn’t disowned or anything.” I thought about telling him Cam’s punishment, but decided it wasn’t my place. Plus, he doesn’t know his own and I’m sure Cam will find a way to talk to him at practice.

“His dad is usually so nice, but he can be intense when he’s mad. Not scary so much, but intimidating. I’m glad Mom stays calm,” he said. “I can’t believe I cussed and threw the watch at her. That was so mean. Will you walk with me downstairs so I can apologize?”

“Sure. I planned on taking the stairs, anyway. Going out the window would hurt.”

Max rolled his eyes but giggled. Gah, I live for that sound.

As a peace offering, perhaps, Max clasped the watch to his wrist.

***

Stacy told me once that she bakes when she’s stressed. I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised to see her toiling away at the mixer when we came downstairs.

She saw us and looked up. Max walked toward her, and raised his left arm to show he was wearing the watch.

“I'm sorry I was rude. I was wrong and shouldn’t have been disrespectful.”

Stacy pulled him into a hug. They embraced for a good twenty seconds, but I couldn’t hear whatever they were saying.

“I appreciate and accept the apology, but you still have consequences. Are you ready to have a civil conversation?”

“Yes ma’am,” Max replied solemnly.

“You know you’ve lost electronics and are grounded. How long depends on your attitude and level of compliance, but it’s a minimum of two weeks. We’ll reevaluate at the end of the month and decide if you’ve earned back privileges.”

Max grimaced but nodded.

“You’ll already be doing extra chores to help pay for Europe, but basically it’s school, gymnastics, home. No hanging out with friends, playing video games, or watching TV. Essentially, no tech unless you’re doing homework.”

“I understand.”

“Good. Craig and I talked, and he explained how embarrassing wearing the Gizmo would be for you at school. I still want you to have it, but you can keep it in your pocket. That way it serves its purpose but won’t be mortifying. Fair?”

Max looked relieved. “Fair. Thanks.”

“And of course, Craig doesn’t count. You can see him any time. I will update your contacts to make sure he’s included,” she said, before addressing me. “Did I leave anything out?”

“I don’t think so. It’s a pretty standard middle school grounding. Handle this maturely, and show you can be responsible and trusted over the next couple of weeks, and you’ll be released from restriction. Otherwise, October will suck and I know how disappointed Noah will be if you miss his birthday.”

Max’s eyes widened. Noah would be crushed, but he’s also going to be desperate for something other than his right hand. Max definitely picked up on my subtlety.

“Trust me, I plan to be there for him.”

***

With all the drama of the day, I forgot the Reeds had invited Kim and I for an early Sunday dinner. I’m pretty much spent, but it would be rude to cancel at the last minute. Plus, I’m sure Noah will be worried about his friends and eager for an update.

I told Kim something came up this afternoon with Max, but kept it vague. When I walked to the car, I noticed she had sent me several texts, asking where I was and if everything was okay, but with everything going on I hadn’t even noticed. I sent a quick apology for not responding sooner. I told her I was on my way and would meet her next door.

“Knock, knock,” I said, walking into the Reed’s home. “Sorry I’m late. It’s been an afternoon.” I slipped off my shoes and spotted Kim in the kitchen, her hands on her hips.

“Craigory Peters!” she sniped. She only calls me that ridiculous nickname, which she knows I hate, when she’s annoyed. “If I hadn’t checked your location, I would have assumed you were dying in a ditch somewhere. You’re never so non-responsive.”

I kissed her cheek. “I’m sorry. I’ve barely looked at my phone since this morning and lost track of time.”

“If I didn’t know better, I’d worry you were having an affair.” She was teasing, but I still feel queasy. If she only knew. “Is everything okay?” she added in a whisper as she returned my kiss.

“I think so,” I whispered back, before separating. “You’re the only woman for me, dear.” That’s true. “A secret rendezvous would have been much more exotic than what I’ve been actually doing.”

Adam handed me a beer. “Yeah, Kim mentioned something came up with Max. It sounded urgent. Is he okay?”

I took a swig. “Yeah. Who knew I’d be helping to parent a teen again.”

“I feel that in my bones. It's not for the faint of heart, even though mine are pretty easy… most of the time.” Lisa lovingly stroked Noah’s hair. He’s been strangely quiet. He obviously knows more about what I was doing than anyone else in the room. I can tell by the look he gave me; he desperately wants an update.

“Oh boy. I don’t miss those days. All the rolling eyes and huffy whining,” Kim said. “Although Jackson and Noah aren’t like that. Neither is Max. I just remember, 12-14 was my least favorite age of our girls.”

Adam snorted, just like Noah earlier. “Boys have their challenges, too. Don't let these two fool you. They’re little hellions!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Dad,” Jackson interjected, stepping in from the living room. “I’m always on my best behavior, and you haven’t had to lash Noah in weeks.” Smartass. He was covering his mouth, pretending to stifle laughter.

Noah groaned, then grinned. “Too soon, bro.”

I doubt Noah would have seen the humor in Jackson’s teasing before their talk a couple of nights ago.

“Hey, at least I know how to get someone to take off their belt when I walk into the room,” Noah retorted.

Lisa rolled her eyes. “All right, boys. Enough.”

“See,” Adam said, gesturing to them. “I told you, they’re incorrigible.” He paused before smiling. “Good show guys, thanks for the assist.”

“No problem. We’ll accept $20 each after dinner,” Jackson joked.

“Do you see what I deal with? I drown in a sea of testosterone, every day. I swear I find pubic hair everywhere,” Lisa said, totally deadpan. Jackson blushed.

“Hey, I was just as outnumbered and you didn’t hear me complain about being deluged in estrogen when Emma and Rachel were teens. Have you ever heard of ‘period syncing’? It’s a real thing.”

Everyone laughed, and Kim playfully smacked me. “You’re terrible.”

“Give me a hand with the steaks?” Adam suggested. “Before you get yourself in more trouble.”

***

I joined Adam on the deck. “So, what’s going on with Max?” he asked pointedly. “Is it serious?”

“It could have been, but we shut it down. Let’s just say Cam and Max were not using technology appropriately and found their way onto some seedier parts of the Internet.”

“Oh geez,” Adam replied as he turned the steaks. “So, we’re talking more than just watching porn.”

“Yeah, sadly. I’d hardly consider basic porn worthy of punishment, to be honest. I may not be thrilled with it, but I’m pretty sure most boys find that these days.”

Adam grinned. “I sure as hell would have if it was available when I was their age. We were lucky to find a stray Playboy, never anything hardcore. I don’t encourage it of course, but I don’t go checking their browser histories, either. Some things I just don’t want, or need, to know,” he said. “I take it they are both in trouble.”

“Oh yes. They found a gay hook-up site and were trolling grown men. It might not have been so bad had they not shared pictures, but even then, their conversation was filthy and I was very clear with Max about steering clear of that until he’s 18.”

“Oh fuck!” Adam replied.

“Yes. Bob was livid when Cam told him. I guess he thought they were going to do their own version of To Catch a Predator or something.”

Adam shook his head in disbelief. “Where do they come up with this shit?”

“TV I guess? I don't know, but don’t expect to see either of them for a few weeks. Noah will be bummed, I’m sure.”

“Well shit. I hope they get out of jail before his birthday. He hasn’t decided what he wants to do yet, but I know he’ll want them both around to celebrate.”

I did the math in my head. Noah’s birthday is in three weeks, in early October. Max should be off restriction by then. I’m not so sure about Cam. Maybe I can convince Bob to give him a one-night furlough. I could couch it as a reward for Noah, who stepped up and told me what happened.

“I’ll see if I can work something out with the wardens,” I quipped. “I do need to commend your boy, by the way.”

“Mine? For what?”

“Cam bragged to Noah this morning about what they did. He recognized the danger and rushed over to tell me so I could intervene. He was very concerned about getting them in trouble and how they would react, but he still did the right thing. Your ‘incorrigible little hellion’ is a damn good boy.”

“Really? Noah did that?” Adam asked. He beamed. Nothing is more gratifying for a parent than receiving an unsolicited compliment about your child.

“Yep. I think those look done enough, don’t you think?” I really didn’t want to get into the details. And Adam always goes too far past medium-rare.

***

We were halfway through dinner when Lisa became inquisitive.

“So, what’s going on with Max? It must be serious if you didn’t respond to Kim. Last I heard from Stacy, she was about to take a glass of wine up and have a long soak before bed last night. She had a rough week but was glad to be home. She told me you have Europe all worked out. Did something change?”

“With Europe? No,” I answered. “That’s still a go. Cam and Max just got into a bit of trouble,” I added, glancing at Noah and Jackson. I hope she’ll accept that I don’t want to discuss it in front of her brood. “We handled it, along with Mr. Rice.”

I don’t think it’s my place to say any more. Adam can fill her in later, or Stacy will.

“I see,” she answered. “I hope they weren’t drinking or anything. My co-worker’s son got into painkillers last year and it was a nightmare. They almost lost him.”

“Nothing like that, I assure you. They’ll be fine, other than being miserable during their grounding,” I replied. “Are there more green beans?”

***

After dinner was cleaned up, Noah challenged me to a game of ping pong. While I do play him from time to time, I have a feeling he mostly wants an update.

“How bad did Cam get it? Is he okay?” he asked, once we reached the basement. It’s interesting to me that he asked about Cam first. I suppose, considering his fear of Bob, it makes sense he’s concerned about Cam's well-being.

“Mr. Rice reacted how you might imagine. He landed a few swats before Cam managed to slink away. I convinced him to take a more modern approach. If you hadn’t clued me in, Cam might not be sitting much this week.” That wasn’t exactly true. Bob invited me over in part to keep him in check. But I couldn’t pass up reminding Noah he did the right thing.

“Yeah,” Noah agreed. “So, you mentioned at dinner that they’re grounded.”

“Very grounded. No phones, no activities, other than school and practice.”

“I figured,” Noah groaned. “How long?”

“Cam is locked down for a month. Max at least two weeks, maybe three.” Noah cringed. “Sorry bud. You’re going to have to take care of your own needs for a while,” I added, grinning.

He rolled his eyes and gave me a playful punch to the arm. “Are they angry with me, you know… for telling?”

“I don’t think so. Cam told on himself, so I don’t see how he could be angry with you,” I replied.

“And Max?” Noah is so tentative. He really is worried.

I tried to recall everything that went down at Max’s house. I can’t remember for sure if I even mentioned Noah. It doesn’t matter. Max promised he almost came clean preemptively.

“I’m not sure I told him. But, he reported almost calling last night to confess. I can’t see how he could be upset with you. Besides, he knows — better than anyone — that you tell me everything.”

“Thanks,” Noah replied, leaning into me instinctively. Noah isn’t usually so demonstrative or desirous of physical reassurance, but it’s sweet he’s still comfortable with it. Especially with me, knowing what he does.

I squeezed him back. “You did the right thing and are a good friend. Don’t ever think otherwise. I’m proud of you.”

*** End of Chapter 40 ***

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