Max’s Freudian Slip #44

by craigpwriter888@tutanota.com & J

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Chapter 44

Sunday was lazy. Kim and I caught up on housework, including a lot of laundry. We washed the new sheets for Max’s bed before I put them on and tidied up a bit.

I found myself sitting on the bed and admiring his new room. It wasn’t like we completely remodeled it, but the additions are enough to make it feel noticeably different. The boring, generic guest room is gone. This space definitely belongs to a boy — and is uniquely Max. I hugged the goofy turtle pillow Kim had him pick out. I already miss my boy.

Something about it gives me a warm feeling, I’m not sure exactly why. Maybe it’s the sense that Max is a significant part of our lives, and that’s never going to change? Fixing up his room has certainly given us all a sense of permanence.

Whatever it is, I found myself lying back on his bed, admiring his personal touches and the fulfillment it grants me. Would it be pathetic to hang out here sometimes, just to feel closer to him when he isn’t around?

Unsurprisingly, Kim thoroughly enjoyed herself.

“No wonder you’ve been keeping him for yourself. He really is a sweet, funny boy,” she declared. “We had such a good time.”

I blushed. “Yeah, he’s fun. I’m glad you see it and don’t think it’s weird,” I admitted. That would make things so much more difficult.

She shook her head. “I get it. Boys are fun, especially when they’re snarky about you.”

Oh boy, “So I was a topic of conversation?”

She laughed. “Only a little. He enjoys my pet name for you, Craigory.”

I rolled my eyes. I hate that stupid name, but Max sure enjoyed the mockery it confers.

***

Sometimes, I swear Max is involved with everything that happens at Olympia Middle School. Or maybe I was blissfully unaware with how much drama goes on in a typical public school. Mercifully, my daughters were never around anything noteworthy or memorable.

Stacy called from gymnastics. “I’ve got something to share about your boy,” she began. She sounds excited and pleased. “Mr. Tim called earlier.”

“Oh?” I asked. Usually, that’s not a good thing. “Everything okay?”

“Oh yes. It wasn’t a Max-is-in-trouble phone call. Quite the contrary.”

Well, that’s a relief. He’s not a troublemaker, but drama sure seems to find him sometimes. “What’s up?”

“Well, first, do you know anything about this boy Seb? He transferred from Widmer.”

“Yes, I’ve met him. Nice kid, overprotective parents. He came to dinner with us a few weeks back. We helped sell his parents on him riding the bus with Noah,” I replied. “His mother insisted on driving him every day, which wasn’t aiding his social development.”

“I see. Max has talked about him, but I don’t think I heard about that dinner.”

“If I recall, it was right as your work emergency hit, when Max ended coming home with me while you flew to Denver. I’m not sure either of us thought to bring up Seb in the midst of your frenzy.”

“Ah, right,” she said. “So, you realize he’s the boy that had to transfer schools because of what happened over the summer, right? It was even in the news.”

I hesitated. How could she think I didn’t know? Stacy even mentioned it at the therapy session with Jan. Is she just making certain I know Seb is that boy? 

“Yes. Max and Cam shared,” I replied. “Cam tried his best to help him at Widmer, when he was being hassled.” Stacy knows this, but she still has lingering doubts about Cam’s sincerity, so it doesn’t hurt to mention an anecdote of him being compassionate and altruistic. 

“It’s so horrible, all of it. That poor little boy.”

“It sounds very stressful for a 12-year-old.” That’s vague, but I don’t think getting into how he doesn’t feel like a victim is prudent. Plus, I’d rather steer clear of this particular topic and refocus her back onto Max. “So, Mr. Tim called.”

“Oh, yes. Sorry, I got sidetracked,” she said, before yelling something encouraging to Max. He must have landed something cool at practice. “Anyway, apparently this boy was having a hard time at school. Mr. Tim didn’t tell me explicitly who it was, but Max and his friend Jamie confirmed it after school,” Stacy explained. “Something to do with troubles at home regarding his situation. Mr. Tim made it clear it was serious, and that Max has consistently gone above and beyond to be there for him.”

“What do you mean by ‘serious’? Like self-harm?”

“That’s the impression I have. And Mr. Tim told me he’s so proud of how Max handled himself and supported his friend.” 

“It’s always nice to hear compliments about your kid. And Max is a damn good one, despite some occasional stupid moments. Even then, he usually means well,” I said, pausing to wave off a coworker passing outside the conference room. Normally I’d long be home, but have to work late tonight to put the finishing touches on a project. “I know he takes protecting Seb seriously.”

“Yes, I’m seeing that. I could tell by the way Jamie and he were talking about him, they genuinely care. Jamie seemed really worried,” she said, oblivious to the obvious connotations of Seb and Jamie being more than friends. “Anyway, Mr. Tim hinted it might be helpful if this boy could contact Max. So… I gave him his phone back.” She paused. “Please don’t think I’m soft. He’s still grounded, although I did give him a pass for having Jamie over, considering the circumstances.”

She sounds nervous, like I’ll disapprove and hassle her for restoring his phone privileges. “No argument. He can still be grounded from too much fun for a while longer, other than his reprieve for Noah’s birthday. You’re coming too, right?”

“Wouldn’t miss it. It should be fun. Though, all these boys growing up makes me feel ancient,” she answered.

“Imagine how I feel!”

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to rub it in,” she laughed, knowing I have at least fifteen years on her. “There is one more thing I might need your help with this week, if you’re able.”

“Of course. What is it?”

“I’ve been trading messages with the parents of the boy who hit Max on the football field. They insist on their son apologizing, in person.”

“That doesn’t sound all bad.”

“No, but I suspect it will be awkward, and I’m sure Max will be less than thrilled,” she said, with a hint of guilt in her voice. “Mr. Tim said we could meet at school and he would facilitate. To be perfectly honest, I wouldn’t mind some back-up.”

“I’ll be glad to. I kind of want to size up this little prick, anyway.”

“I’m curious too. Truly, his parents seem lovely. They couldn’t have been any nicer,” she said. “But, I’m still afraid I might lose my cool, especially if he’s insincere or obnoxious. Frankly, you can help keep me in check.”

I laughed. “I was kind of thinking you’d keep me in line. I’d love to give that little shit an ass whooping.” God, I’m channeling Bob, but then this punk also hurt Max. That puts up my hackles in a way few things do. 

“Maybe I should go alone,” she joked.

“I’ll behave.” Now that she’s offered, I really do want to go.

“Thanks, I’ll set a time. I dread telling Max.”

“He’ll get over it. It's an important skill to develop, being a little uncomfortable and hearing people out,” I declared. “If he gives you any lip, send him to me.”

She laughed. “For sure. I better go. Talk soon.”

***

Later that night, Max sent me a text, excitedly informing me that he has his phone back. I didn’t let on that I already knew and pretended to be surprised. I know Max is aware that his mother and I talk, but I’m trying to avoid the awkward realization that she tells me almost everything (not unlike how he does). Plus, why ruin his high of sharing good news himself? Not only that, I’m hoping he’ll offer more about what happened with Seb

Me: What triggered that?

Max: It’s a long story

Max: Seb was having a really tough time and I had his back. 

Max: Mom thought it would be good if he could contact me if he needs to talk

That was about as much as Stacy relayed. I wonder if he’s being intentionally vague?

Me: I’m glad you’re there for him. I look forward to additional details.

Max: Sure but easier to tell you in person. 

Max: good night. So glad I can text again. Love you dad

He added a smiling emoji. He knows how to melt my heart, and does it so casually. He really has no idea what he does to me.

Me: Me too

Until now, I didn’t realize how much I’ve missed even brief text exchanges. It’s always nice to hear from my boy throughout the day, even if it is just idle chatter. 

***

I was trudging through work email when my phone dinged.

Stacy: Tomorrow at 3:00

I was briefly confused, before remembering she’s been trying to set-up a time to meet with Max’s assailant. 

Me: The apology? At the school?

Stacy: Yes, exactly. Sorry, I should have spelled it out.

Me: No worries. I pieced it together lol, just wanted to confirm.

I added that I’ll need to know what she and the delinquent’s parents have discussed prior to the meeting.

She agreed to meet early in the parking lot, though she said there isn’t much to go over.

***

Stacy had already arrived when I pulled in. I parked next to her and she quickly hopped out of her car to join me in mine. 

She looks nice, even more so than normal. I can tell she picked one of her nicer outfits. I’m not sure why she thinks she needs to impress these people, but I guess it doesn’t hurt to look respectful. I didn’t give much thought to my clothes.

Stacy seems jittery. “Nervous?”

“A little, I guess.”

“No reason to be. They’re who should be on edge. You could still press charges and really mess with their lives.”

“Yeah, I suppose. Though I already told them I didn’t think it would come to that.”

“Too bad. You could have let them sweat,” I vindictively suggested. “So, you’ve talked to them some?”

“Yes. Like I said, they seem very nice. Very apologetic, even offered to pay any medical bills.”

“You would be too if your son had attacked someone. Do they seem sincere?” Although, these days I guess a lot of parents are more likely to make excuses and try to shift responsibility away from their innocent little darling. 

“Actually, yes. They’re at a loss as to where Dominic developed his aggressive, homophobic attitude. They swear they’ve never modeled such behavior.”

“I’m sure he could find plenty of that at school, or even online, unfortunately. And from gaming chatter. I hear that can be toxic.”

“Well, the father said he threatened to send the boy to military school — or off to his grandmother in Florida. He claims she’d beat some sense into him,” Stacy said. “I get the impression he’s Hispanic. There’s a hint of an accent.”

“Well, they seem to be taking it seriously. Though I think some counseling might be better than either of those two options,” I suggested. Funny how my attitude has already softened from a couple of days ago. “Did they say what school he’s being sent to?”

“He will be seeing someone, apparently. And the father mentioned they have a hearing of some sort at the end of this week. It’s with the district admin,” she said. “They seem to be in a rush to get this apology on the record. I think they’re trying to show their son is making amends.”

“I hope to hell that doesn't mean he’s coming back here! Didn’t they assure us he wouldn’t be returning?”

“Yes, I think so. But things seem to have calmed down. Max swears it’s all blown over, and was made into too big of a deal to begin with.”

“Fuck that! That’s bullshit!” I can feel my blood pressure rising. That doesn’t bode well for this meeting. “One of the other reasons you didn’t press charges is because the school seemed to be taking it seriously and he would be away from Max for good.”

“Yeah, that was part of it, although Max also begged me not to.”

A blue SUV pulled up two spots down, where a couple and a boy climbed out. The man has on a nice suit and the woman a dress. Even the boy is dressed well, in neat shorts and a polo. He looks miserable, staring at his feet as he shuffles towards the entrance. 

“That has to be them,” I commented, as I watched them cross the parking lot behind my car. 

Stacy quickly glanced back. “Yes, I think so. The boy doesn’t look like a thug.”

“No, but he’s not small. He’s got at least 25 pounds on Max,” I said. “And you’re right, they look Hispanic. Cuban maybe?”

Stacy sighed. “I’m dreading this. I might let you do the talking.”

“No problem. Just don’t let me get too agitated.”

***

Mr. Tim was waiting for us in the office. I think we’re both relieved that the other family isn’t waiting with us awkwardly. Tim indicated they’ve already been taken back to the conference room by Principal Johnson.

He was his usual, affable self. When some people tell you it’s good to see you, it can feel phony. It’s always genuine with Tim. I truly think I would enjoy having a beer with him sometime and picking his brain about adolescent psychology. I bet his insights would be very interesting.

I may or may not have felt twinges of jealousy when Max has sung his praises. I was taken aback that he mentioned him so much to Jan in his last therapy session. But, I see the appeal: he’s a nice man who gives Max positive attention, all while holding him accountable and expecting nothing in return. I guess he really is his ‘School Craig.’ 

Dr. Brenner joined us and we talked about the weather and the Vikings. We only have a few minutes to kill before the final bell rings and Max joins us. 

“I hope he didn’t ‘forget’ and get on the bus. I should have reminded him,” Stacy said, fretting. “He wasn’t happy, although thankfully he didn’t argue.”

“Don’t worry. I took care of that earlier,” Tim replied. “You’re right, he wasn’t thrilled, but said he agreed because you and I both thought it was a good idea, which is always a mark of a nice kid on the right path.” 

Stacy nodded. “Yep, he’s a good boy — almost all of the time.”

“And still very motivated by gaining our approval and afraid to disappoint,” I added.

“Absolutely, but I think it’s even deeper than that,” Tim suggested, smiling. “It’s not many eighth graders who are mature enough to recognize the judgment of their trusted adults is more important than their own preferences or peer pressure. Plus, he’s managed so much stress and trauma with grace and humor — something most adults struggle with. He’s wise beyond his years.”

“Max is definitely an old soul,” Dr. B agreed. “I’ve been in education for over twenty years, and his poise and quiet, calm confidence is rare.”

“I guess he reserves his temper and whining for us,” I joked. I find Max intoxicating and know he exudes charm and charisma, but it’s nice when other people recognize it, too. It’s not like I don’t see him through a very particular set of rose-tinted glasses.

Tim laughed. “I’ve seen occasional flashes. He is barely 14 after all, but on the whole, he’s a very impressive young man. His teachers wish they could clone him.”

“Kids always let their guard down around their parents and give them the roughest go, even if they’d never act that way in front of anyone else,” Dr. B explained. “You’re their safe place, where they can push boundaries and blow off steam with the confidence that they’re loved unconditionally. It isn’t always fun, but it’s a sure sign of a close, loving, trusting parent-child relationship.”

Stacy beamed. I think hearing all of these nice things about her son put her at ease. She seems relieved to be reassured that his occasional tantrums with us are normal and healthy.

On the other hand, I cringed on the inside, considering what we’ve done together. It doesn’t make it right, but my only saving grace is he definitely did initiate things and genuinely enjoyed them. Still, I shudder at the ethics and optics.

There was a knock at the door and Max appeared.

“Hey bud. Were your ears burning?” I greeted, offering him a fist bump. He reciprocated, but without his usual oomph.

“Dominic and his parents are already in the main conference room. Dr. B has another meeting, but wanted to say hello,” Tim said. “Ready kiddo?”

Max grunted something incoherent, which caused Stacy to flash him a disapproving look and elbowed his side.

“You’ll be fine. Look at me,” I directed, putting my hand on his shoulder. “None of that. You’ve got this,” I whispered. He relaxed at my touch. I can tell he needs a hug, but this isn’t the time or place.

Max nodded slightly and looked at me pleadingly. He’d rather be just about anywhere but here.

***

The family we saw go in a few minutes ago were indeed the Romeros. Dominic looks anxious. He’s at the end of the table, spinning his chair back and forth. He looked up at us with a strange expression. Fear? Shame? Humiliation? Whatever it is, he’s definitely uncomfortable. Good. The brat should be.

His parents quickly stood to shake our hands. Mr. Tim did the introductions. He briefly stumbled when it came to introducing me, but Stacy stepped in. “This is Craig. He’s a close family friend and confidant,” she explained. He could have just introduced Stacy as Max’s mom and nothing else, letting them assume I’m his father. Although, I’m not sure how notorious Max’s father’s crimes are at school.

Dominic’s parents were polite. The dad, Julian, thanked us for coming in and added that it was nice to put a face with Stacy’s voice. His mom was quieter, but pleasant. Max took a chair on the end near his peer, though I noticed he intentionally left a seat between them. Stacy sat next to him, then me.

Some small talk might have been a good way to put everyone at ease, but instead Principal Johnson suggested we get started. He seems oddly uncomfortable himself. 

Dominic looked petrified as he fumbled for words. “I um,” he began, before stopping. He pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket. Max glanced back and scanned the room. My eyes followed, and I realized how unnerving it must be since everyone is practically staring. 

He unfolded the paper and cleared his throat with an obviously fake cough. 

“Wait!” Max suddenly interrupted. “Can Dom… Dominic and I just take a walk?” he asked, looking squarely at Mr. Tim. Turning to Dominic, he added, “That is, if you don’t try to finish what you started on the football field.”

Dominic looked up and mumbled. “I won’t.”

Stacy began to intercede. “Honey…” I’m not sure if she’s afraid of what might happen, or actually wants to hear Dominic’s apology. I have to admit, I’m a little curious. Did he actually write it himself, or will it be obvious they’re mommy and daddy’s words?

Surprisingly, Mr. Tim took over. “If you would rather speak privately, I’m okay with that. You can walk or we can excuse ourselves.” As the principal, I’d have expected Mr. Johnson to make the decision. 

“I really need some air,” Max said, fanning himself. The conference room is stuffy.

“Um… yeah, me too,” Dominic quickly added. 

I got up and opened the door.

***

“Is this a good idea?” Stacy asked cautiously as the boys shuffled out the door.

Mr. Tim stood. “I’m sure it will be fine, but I’ll hang back a ways and observe.”

When he left, Stacy let out a heavy sigh, looking at me as if to suggest I should have intervened.

Principal Johnson spoke up. “If Mr. Tim’s instinct is that it will be fine, I believe him. I’ve come to trust his judgment on matters such as this. He has an uncanny ability to anticipate how students will react, and de-escalate them should the need arise,” he explained. “I can’t tell you how many times he’s short-circuited volatile situations before they morphed into something significant.”

“He’s great, but even he didn’t see that sucker punch coming,” I commented, harsher than I intended. “Too bad he didn’t head THAT off.” I’m not trying to sound like a dick, but then again, I want his parents to know we aren’t push-overs, either.

“Dominic wouldn’t dare try something like that again while we are here. Or under any other circumstance,” his father calmly explained. “His punishment has been quite severe, I assure you.”

“He hasn’t been on electronics since the incident and won’t be for a while. He’s completely locked down at home and hating life,” the mom added, chuckling nervously. “He starts counseling tomorrow.”

“Our son has never been a troublemaker before. He’s never been a gifted student, but his grades have been decent and teachers seemed to enjoy having him in class. He’s certainly never been suspended until this year. It’s just in the last few months he’s developed this terrible attitude,” his father explained.

“It’s hormones,” Mrs. Romero added. “And those damn video games.”

“It’s not uncommon for kids to have a demeanor change during middle school,” Principal Johnson offered. “We see that a lot. It’s often just a phase they have to work through. But sometimes they are dealing with things nobody knows about. Things that might seem trivial to us can engulf their world.”

Stacy nodded. “I’ve seen a little of that myself.”

“Raging hormones are no joke,” I interjected, trying to make amends for my earlier outburst. We do have some common ground, after all.

“If I may ask,” Mr. Romero began, “how is Max holding up?”

“He’s managing,” Stacy replied wearily. “He’s a pretty resilient kid, but the start of this school year has been rocky. Honestly, the last couple of years have been.”

The Romeros glanced at one another. Mrs. Romero nodded and Mr. Romero pursed his lips. Yep, they’re definitely aware of Max’s father and understand what Stacy is alluding to. Max hates that, so I decided to refocus on their son’s behavior.

“He’s heard his fair share of rude comments and nasty looks. He let the harassment at the dance and locker defacement roll off his back, and was looking forward to things calming down, before this incident.”

“He sees a counselor himself,” Stacy added. “It helps.” 

“And stays extremely busy with gymnastics. That keeps him focused,” I said.

“I hear he’s quite good,” Mr. Romero offered. Would his son have really sung the praises of the ‘fag’ he tried to batter? While it’s true, I wonder what gives him that impression. I suppose there are lots of other parents at the school who might be aware of Max’s talents. Perhaps they’ve heard it from somewhere else. 

I wanted to ask where they heard it, but let it pass. I guess it’s nice they seem concerned about Max, and Stacy is right, it does feel genuine. I feel bad I came out swinging so hard. “So, what happens from here?” I asked, Principal Johnson.

“The most important thing is that Max feels safe,” he began, hesitantly. 

“We have a meeting, a hearing, Friday afternoon with school district administrators to find out. Naturally, Dominic would prefer to come back to Olympia, but we understand that may not be possible if Max is afraid to come to school.”

“So, you wanted to have this apology in the books before Friday? And hope that Max blesses his return?” I asked after a demonstrative sigh.

Mr. Romero paused and grimaced. “Mr. Craig, I assure you I would have insisted on Dominic apologizing to Max even if he’d already been permanently expelled. Of course, I hope they can get to a place where they can coexist peacefully. But if Max is uncomfortable, we understand. We’ve tried to teach our son that he has to take responsibility and, cómo se dice, face the consequences of his actions,” he said, stopping to exchange a look with his wife. If nothing else, I appreciate they’re trying to instill those values. “To be honest, and perhaps I’m being naive, I hoped Dominic could return, be respectful, and be a cautionary tale or even a role model for the next would-be bully. I’m probably dreaming.”

Mr. Johnson smiled. “It’s not completely unheard of. It’s rare, but I have seen friendships develop out of situations like this.”

It took all of my self-restraint not to roll my eyes. Max is never going to be friends with this prick. But, he honestly has been (mostly) unfazed. 

I don’t like it, but I know Max. He’s almost too kind. If they ask him, he’ll tell them he doesn’t care if Dominic returns. I don’t like it, but take solace in the fact that if Dominic does anything else, even something minor, he’s surely done. Right?

“Uh huh,” Stacy muttered. Yep, she doesn’t see it either.

“I wonder how much longer they will be,” Mrs. Romero asked.

“Can I get anyone a water?” Mr. Johnson asked, loosening his tie. I can tell the tension is starting to bother him.

“No thanks,” we all muttered, before an awkward silence fell over the room.

***

Thankfully, the boys re-entered just as it was about to get really uncomfortable.

“Did everything go okay, son?” Dominic’s father immediately asked.

“Yeah, I guess so,” he answered.

“We’re fine, Mr. Romero. I’m satisfied. Can we go now?” Max added, looking square at me and Stacy.

“We need you to stick around for just a couple minutes,” Principal Johnson interjected. “Thanks for coming in,” he continued, dismissing the Romeros. They look worried, nervously shuffling out the door. I think they expected a debriefing.

Max squeezed between Stacy and I and dropped into a chair. He looks grumpy, slouching and avoiding eye contact. “I get the impression that didn’t go very well,” Principal Johnson started tentatively.

“It was fine. I mean, it was pretty much what I expected,” Max said.

Mr. Johnson and Tim looked at each other uncomfortably. “Do you still feel safe at Olympia?”

“Of course,” Max answered emphatically, much to my surprise. “There will always be guys like Dom. I’m not going to let them hassle me. This is my school, too.”

“I appreciate your strength and positivity,” Principal Johnson commented, smiling. “A lot of kids aren’t so resilient.” It isn’t lost on me he’s using the same term Stacy did a little while ago.

I gave Max a light pat on the shoulder. I really am proud of him.

Mr. Johnson continued. “What we need to know, Max — and you don’t have to answer right away — is whether you would still feel safe if Dominic returned to Olympia.” He sounds almost afraid to ask and is looking sideways directly at me. He already knows I’m not happy about the prospects.

“I still can’t believe the school is seriously considering letting him back in,” I responded. “That is not how things were presented to us after Max was assaulted.” I know we touched on it a few minutes ago, but now that Max is being overtly asked, it feels less theoretical and is pissing me off all over again. 

“Like I mentioned earlier, there are a myriad of factors to consider,” Mr. Johnson replied. God he’s smug, just like a politician. “It's up to the district office, and whether Max feels safe around him is certainly paramount.”

“It’s fine!” Max suddenly shouted, startling everyone in the room. “I’m not scared of him. Plus, he wouldn’t dare try anything else,” Max claimed. I wish I shared his optimism. “Honestly, I’d rather he come back. I don’t want everyone thinking I’m a pussy who needs the school to fight my battles! I told him we’re good, and we are.”

Whoa. I didn’t expect that. Stacy looks mortified. Mr. Tim appears to be the only one unfazed. Honestly, he looks a little amused that Max dropped ‘pussy’ so nonchalantly in front of everyone.

“Can we please just go home?” he begged.

Stacy rose to leave. Max and I immediately followed. “Thanks again,” Stacy anxiously offered. 

“I think it’s clear where you stand. Thank you Max,” Tim said. “I appreciate you all taking the time to come in.”

***

Outside, Stacy erupted. “Maxwell Coleman! Couldn’t you mind your language in front of the principal?”

“Sorry,” he replied, slouching. “Honest Mom, it just slipped out.”

She huffed. “Words like that shouldn’t be on the tip of your tongue, especially at school,” she began chastising him, before stopping to sigh. “I swear, sometimes I don’t know what to think about your outbursts. We’ll discuss this later, young man.” She frantically dug in her purse for keys, flustered. “I need to get back to work. Craig, feel free to knock some sense into him.”

“Naturally,” I answered. “I’ll drop him at home later.”

***

As we got to my car, Max spoke up.

“Am I in trouble?” he asked hesitantly. “Mom seems mad.”

I buckled in. “Do you think you should be?” He hates when I put stuff back on him, but it does make him think. 

He dejectedly looked out the passenger window. “I didn’t mean anything. I was just trying to make a point.”

“I know, but she’s frustrated because you keep impulsively saying inappropriate things when you’re angry. And she’s embarrassed because you did it in front of school officials.”

Max sighed. “Sorry. I should have chosen a better word.” Max doesn’t sound flippant or argumentative, just tired and deflated.

“Personally, while I was surprised, I didn’t mind your language,” I said as I put the car in reverse. “Your mom is absolutely right about time and place, but I understand where you were coming from. And honestly, I’m not sure a different word would have made your point as well.” I waited for the cross-country running team to pass by. “I do want you to log this for Jan, though. How’s that anger journal going, anyway?”

“Fine. I’ve been keeping up with it.”

“Good. I'm glad you’re taking the exercise seriously,” I said, patting his leg. “If I were keeping a log, I’d have to list this fucker returning to school. I’m not happy about that.”

“Nothing will happen!” he exclaimed defensively. 

I shook my head. “How do you know? He’s already come at you twice.”

“Well, for one, I told him Cam would cut his balls off if he did something again.”

“Oh Jesus.” I shook my head as I turned onto the main road.

“What?” he asked innocently, laughing. “Cam did say that.”

“So, what really happened? Did he actually apologize?”

“More or less. He said he was embarrassed by everyone dogging him when I burnt him with a move and he was trying to defend his manhood or some shit.”

Typical bravado. “That’s dumb. Maybe he should have lashed out at them, not you.”

“I think he gets that now. He said he was sorry, I let it go. He made it clear he would leave me alone. That’s enough for me.”

“I see.” I’m not at all convinced Max isn’t being too forgiving and utterly naive, but I can tell he doesn’t want to belabor this topic.

“Plus, I made a deal with him, to say I wasn’t afraid of him so he can come back to school.”

“‘A deal’?” I asked, taking a sip from my water bottle.

“Yeah. Cam and I get to break in his backside.”

Jesus Christ, I didn’t expect him to say that and choked on my water. “Excuse me?” 

“I’m joking. I did tease him with that, though. It was hilarious.”

I shook my head. “For fuck’s sake, Max.” Talk about impulsively saying inappropriate things. “You’re lucky if he doesn’t get you in trouble for sexual harassment. Or threats.”

“Why? Even he laughed. After he clinched his cheeks and backed away.” Max seems thoroughly amused, like he exacted revenge or something.

“It sounds like you guys actually had a decent talk.”

“Decent-ish. We’re good, honest. Not like we're about to become friends, but we reached… what do they call it, like after a war? It sounds like detention. They mentioned it in social studies recently.”

Okay, that’s adorable. I couldn’t help but smile. “Detente?”

“Yeah, that!” he said. “Can we get something to drink, please? That conference room was brutal.” 

***

I wasn’t sure Stacy would approve of me taking him for a treat after Pussygate, but I still stopped at the convenience store. To Max’s credit, he limited himself to just a Gatorade. 

“Wanna hang at my place before practice, or should I drop you at home?” I asked as we got back in the car.

“Your place. I do need to swing by home before practice, if that’s okay.” Now hydrated, Max’s mood has improved. He wasn’t exactly pissy, but he certainly registered his displeasure with this whole afternoon.

“Great.” I decided to switch topics. “How has your week been? I bet you’re glad to have your phone back.”

“Definitely. That has been nice, although honestly I haven’t been on it much.”

“Your mom was vague, but said you earned it back. Care to fill me in?”

I listened intently as Max told me about Seb’s meltdown at school and his situation at home.

Apparently, Seb wasn’t himself. When Max approached him, Seb shared he had a huge blowout with his parents. They weren’t happy about his lack of cooperation with the authorities trying to prosecute his teacher. Seb hadn’t slept, and having a bad feeling, Max asked if he was thinking of hurting himself. Seb completely lost it and admitted he was desperate to get his parents to back off. Max tried to console him, but an adult overheard and called the office. Seb was distraught and froze, but Max walked him to the office and reassured him. 

I’m beaming. “I’m proud of you, Max. You’re a good person. And not just to Seb, who is your friend — I see compassion with the grace you’ve offered Dominic too, though I’m not sure he deserves it.”

“Thanks.” Max isn’t comfortable with praise like that, but if I’m going to correct him when he’s wrong, I need to give him accolades when he deserves them.

“Has Seb returned to school yet?”

“Yeah, today. He’s much better. It’s like a weight has lifted. He’s getting a new therapist and the doctor told his parents they need to back off and prioritize his well-being.”

“I’m glad. It’s hard for parents, though.” He looked at me quizzically, so I explained in more detail. “You spend your kid’s entire life protecting them, looking out for their best interest even when they disagree or don’t know better, doing literally everything for them. Then, all of a sudden, it’s no longer necessary or even welcome, and you realize they’re their own person. It’s a mindfuck, and if you think your kid has been sexually assaulted or molested… well, I can understand their reaction.”

I know how defensive I get about Max and Noah, as well as my own daughters. “He’s an only child, right?”

“Yeah, why?” Max still seems confused.

“Because he’s their baby. He’s undersized and has been picked on, now this. They’re bound to be freaked out. And parents of only children tend to be over-protective.” I decided to tweak him a little. “They aren’t worn down, stretched thin, or outnumbered by maniacal offspring conspiring against their sanity,” I added, ruffling Max’s hair. “Lucky for you, I’m easy going. Unfortunately for you, your mother now has backup and I have experience — so don’t try any shit.”

Max rolled his eyes and groaned. “Hey, I’m not that bad. Cam’s an only child too and he’s also well-behaved.”

I laughed. “You’re right, you’re both good kids at heart. But, I do think him not having any siblings is one reason Bob can be intense and his mother so overbearing.”

Max nodded. He’s probably never thought about it before, but between that and Bob’s own delinquency in youth, he’s not about to let Cam get away with anything.

“So, do you think Mom is still going to be mad when she gets home?” he asked anxiously. “I get I shouldn’t have said it in front of Mr. Johnson, but no guy wants to be seen as a pussy.”

It’s interesting to me that he’s circled back to this. I bet he’s worried he’ll lose his phone again, or maybe even Noah’s birthday sleepover. I can’t imagine she’d do that, but he is still grounded.

“She’ll get over it. Like I said earlier, I was surprised, but understood the context,” I said, trying to reassure him. “I wouldn’t make a habit of it, but I don’t think anyone was offended except maybe her. Mr. Tim stifled a laugh, although your principal is a hard man to read.”

“Yeah, Mr. Tim gets me. I know he doesn’t care, but maybe I should apologize to Mr. Johnson. I still want to be an office aide.”

“I doubt he’d derail that, but he strikes me as a politician, so it may not be a bad idea to hedge your bets. His reaction might be telling,” I suggested, turning into Max’s neighborhood. “And if your mom gives you any grief, offering to apologize will probably satiate her.”

“Makes sense. I’ll try to take care of that tomorrow.”

Just then, Kim called. Max seemed startled by her face suddenly appearing on the screen.

“Hello dear. Our favorite boy is in the car, so don’t say anything wildly inappropriate.”

Kim, always quick on her feet, didn’t miss a beat. “Oh, did you take Noah out for his weekly milkshake or something?”

I snuck a glance at Max, and for a moment, he looked wounded. Thankfully, it was short lived and he fired right back.

“Craig, your girlfriend is way nicer than this OLD lady.”

Kim started laughing. “Hi Max. Did your meeting go well?”

“It was fine, I guess.”

“They want to let that juvenile delinquent back into school,” I added.

“Well, that’s a bunch of nonsense,” she replied. “I thought they said Max wouldn’t see him again at Olympia.”

“Yes, I pointed that out, which made the principal fidget in his seat,” I said. I made eye contact with Max, and can tell he just wants to move on. “But… Max accepted his apology and is okay with him coming back, so I’m trying to make peace with it.”

“Well, Max’s comfort level does seem like the most important thing. I guess if he’s okay with it, the rest of us should acquiesce.”

“I’m working on it,” I admitted. “Well, we’re pulling into Max’s so he can grab something. I’ll see you when you get home.”

***

As I usually do, I enjoyed taking in the scenery at gymnastics. Shirtless, athletic boys are a weak spot. I’m so impressed with their abilities… and their abs, muscular backs, well defined glutes. You get the idea. 

I don’t spend all my time, uh, admiring the landscape. Some of the girls are impressive enough, skillswise, that you can’t help but admire their prowess. And I guess if anyone were to observe me, they wouldn’t assume it’s just the boys I watch. Though, it dawned on me people would be much quicker to assume a strange man is there to watch girls gallivant around in leotards than perving on the pubescent boys.

Cam made his way to the bleachers while Max stopped at the bathroom. I offered him a fist bump and told him I’d see him Friday for Noah’s party. He’s visibly excited to have a break from being grounded. 

Even Jeanine, who walked in just before practice ended, smiled at his enthusiasm. She usually avoids me, which I don’t mind, but made a point to chime in. 

“Yes, he’s really looking forward to Noah’s party. I think he’s happy to be free from his shackles for a night,” she said, before her tone shifted. “For whatever it was they did wrong.”

I know Bob kept things vague with her, and she still seems miffed at the lack of details. Poor Cam looked like he might die, right there on the spot. She’s fishing for info, but won’t get any from me. “I’m sure he will be on his best behavior. Right Cam?”

“Yes sir,” he quickly answered. “C’mon Mom, I’m hungry.”

***

When we returned to Max’s house, I came in to touch base with Stacy. I want to make sure she knows Max and I discussed his poor choice of language at school. I figure she’ll appreciate the effort, and be more likely to let it go with Max if she knows it’s already been addressed.

“I’m glad you stopped in,” she said as we walked into the living room. Max gave her a hug. “I was just trying to figure out the plan for Friday, for Noah’s birthday.”

“Sure,” I answered.

“Oh shit!” Max exclaimed, inducing a frown from his mother. “Er… I mean oh crap.” She put her hand on her hip. He paused and looked between her and I. “Oh damn?” he offered innocently.

Stacy sighed. “Is it really so difficult to leave out the expletives? You never used to use bad language,” she said, clearly annoyed. Those are all mild, but I think she may be on edge after he popped off at school, and is noticing a pattern. I hope that’s not another thing she blames on Cam’s influence (or mine, for that matter). 

I know it’s hard for her to accept, but frankly, he’s reached the age where some obscenities and profanity will come out of his mouth. But, he needs to be judicious, employing it sparingly and in the right context. It occurs to me it could also be another glaring example of him growing up, and her discomfort with confronting that reality.

“Er, sorry,” he replied sheepishly, “it’s just realized today is actually Noah’s birthday and I didn’t say cr… anything all day. I have to text him!” I felt a measure of shame, myself, having also neglected to send him a message. I’ll rectify that as soon as I get back to the car, where I left my phone.

“It’s okay, honey. You have had a lot going on,” Stacy said, trying to reassure him. “But, you need to take your shower first. You stink.”

She jokingly wafted the air in front of her nose. “I don’t know how you rode home with him like that.”

“I put the windows down and made him stick his head out like a dog,” I teased, causing Max to roll his eyes. “Honestly, I barely noticed.” Perhaps the scent of a boy is just appealing to me? I don’t enjoy overly ripe body odor, but his scent is still very activating for me.

“Your nose must be broken,” she joked. It’s interesting she’s noticing he’s starting to smell more, too. I noticed it when he last spent the night, after we wrestled in the morning. He was so excited about growing a couple of armpit hairs and his voice cracking, too.

She turned to face Max. “Have you been reapplying deodorant after practice? Do you need a refill?”

Max blushed slightly. “Most of the time.” That’s code for only when he remembers.

“I know you shower when you get home, but now that you’re getting older, I want you to give yourself a swipe or two when you’re changing,” she lectured. “There’s still the car ride, and sometimes dinner, and it’s starting to be noticeable.”

He nodded quickly. “Okay.”

Max, who has always had impeccable hygiene (and really, still does), slunk in embarrassment as he walked up the stairs. I know she wasn’t trying to make him self-conscious, and I have noticed it more recently too, but I still feel a little bad for him. Although, better he’s gently reminded now than having someone make a rude comment at the gym or school or something.

With Max out of earshot, Stacy turned back to me. “Did you get a chance to talk with him about his inappropriate comment at the meeting?”

“I did,” I stated. “He understands it was tacky. He promised to seek out Mr. Johnson tomorrow and apologize.”

“Good. I was so embarrassed.”

I shrugged. “It was a little surprising, but to be honest…” I began.

“What?”

“He had an important point to make. I’m not sure another word would have carried the same connotations,” I explained. “There’s a time and place for everything, which I explained, and I get why you were annoyed, but I wasn’t offended and I doubt Mr. Johnson was upset either. He works with mouthy middle schoolers for a living.”

She wasn't convinced, but didn’t press. “If you say so. I’ll let it be.”

“Good. Now, what do we need to coordinate on Friday?”

“I need to do some shopping before the party. Max doesn’t have anything nice to wear, since he’s grown so much the last year. Can you possibly get him over to your house, or Noah’s, after school?”

“Why doesn’t he just ride the bus home with Noah? Since he’s already getting a one-night reprieve, they could have a pre-party party,” I suggested. “I’m sure they’re eager for bonus time together since he’s been grounded and they only see each other at school.” Of course, what I didn’t add is I’m pretty sure Noah is going to have a very special birthday indeed, and Max is along for all the festivities (and probably the master of ceremonies). There’s only so much a mom can handle. 

“Why didn’t I think of that?” she said, playfully bonking her forehead. “I swear, all this drama at school has me off kilter. I’m sure he’ll love that idea. I’ll write him a note right now to turn into the office.”

***

When I went up to Max’s room to say goodnight, his door was ajar. I was about to knock when I heard the sound of the shower curtain being pulled back. 

“Max?” I announced loudly as I waited in the hallway. The door to the bathroom is wide open. 

“Yeah?” he responded, muffled by a towel that he must be rubbing against his taut, smooth, perfect little body.

“Just wanted to say bye. I’ll see you Friday. Ride the bus home with Noah.”

“Cool. Hold on a minute,” he yelled.

I waited patiently. Max surprised me by stepping out of the shower and coming towards me, his hair still wet and towel hanging loosely in front of him. Water is still dripping down his bare chest and smooth legs.

“What’s up?” I asked, already developing a semi as I noticed the glint of blond hairs on his ankles. The moisture made them more obvious than usual.

“I want a good night hug before you go,” he said plainly, abruptly closing on me. He isn’t asking — he’s telling. 

I should have refrained, but it happened too fast. His towel was still between us, but I could feel his flaccid groin squish against my hip. Forgive me, but I couldn’t help but glance down at his toned, damp back to those perky, gorgeous, pale white mounds. Damn, what a view.

After about five seconds, Max walked to his dresser for a pair of underwear, dropping the towel completely. He’s let his pubes come in slightly and appears to have grown a little! The last few times I’ve seen him, he’s been shaved smooth or it was just starting to grow back. He’s sporting a cute, tidy little bush. I guess since he’s been grounded, he hasn’t bothered with boyscaping. Part of me wants to ask if he’ll shave before Friday, but I know that’s too much.

Bald is an interesting look on him, but I have to say, this tiny amount of pubic hair is hot. It doesn’t look as wispy as it did in Mexico. It’s also a reminder that he’s no longer a child, biologically speaking. Having tasted his juices in Mexico, I’m already intimately aware of this. But, I also know that his cum was still mostly clear and had a light, sweet flavor. I don’t think I ever asked when he started ejaculating, but I know for sure it hasn’t been very long since Max was still shooting blanks (or nothing at all). 

He bent down to pull up his briefs, and I swear I saw some of the pink between his small, delicate butt cheeks. God, what I wouldn’t do to bury my face in his crack again.

I'm not going to lie, I still get a little thrill seeing Max naked (and Christ, it’s a sight to behold). But honestly, more than anything, I’m grateful we have the kind of relationship where he’s still comfortable with me seeing him completely nude. But, I don’t want to be a creeper and perv on him, even if he doesn’t notice… or mind. 

***

Max texted mid-day on Thursday. 

Max: I apologized to Principal Johnson. It’s all good.

Me: What did he say?

Max: Not much. He said it was no big deal and he’s glad I felt comfortable speaking my mind or something like that 

Me: Awesome. Told you he didn’t care. See you tomorrow

Max: cya can’t wait

***

The clock seemed to crawl on Friday. Is it weird that I might be looking forward to Noah’s party as much as Cam and Max? I love the boys of course, but the Reeds are our favorite friends. Spending the night around them and my boys, celebrating Noah, is about as good as it gets.

I finally knocked off around 4:00. By the time I got home, Adam’s car was already in their garage. They often leave it open when they expect us over; it’s just easier to let ourselves in. Kim isn’t home yet, so I made a beeline next door. I can’t wait to pop open a cold one and start celebrating!

Max was in the kitchen on his phone when I walked in. I was greeted with a genuine hug from him and a Modelo from Adam. What a great way to start the weekend! Adam and I retreated to the living room as Max departed for the basement, drinks in hand.

***

Lisa came downstairs from changing just as Stacy arrived, armed with a bag of clothes. Max, Cam, and Noah surfaced and everyone congregated in the kitchen. I sidled up to Noah and gave him a side hug. “Welcome to fourteen, bud.”

He leaned into me, allowing me to pull him a little tighter. “Thanks.” I love that he doesn’t reject my attempts at affection. Jackson became hesitant well before 14. Noah is different though — he’s not as concerned with appearances or what his friends might think. Frankly, his friends are still affectionate themselves, so maybe that helps. Or maybe he’s just wired differently. Whatever the reason, I’m glad.

Stacy shoved the bag of clothes towards Max. “Hopefully there’s something in there that fits.” Max held the bag open and peered inside. He glanced around, unsure what he was supposed to do. “Why don’t you take those to Craig’s house and pick something out to wear?” Stacy suggested. 

Max looks relieved. I think he was worried he was going to have to rifle through her selections in front of everyone. He headed for the door.

“If there’s anything you don’t like, just keep the tags on and stuff it back in the bag. I can always return it,” Stacy instructed. “And whatever you decide on, just keep at Craig’s.”

Cam looked eager to follow, but must have thought better of it and turned his attention back to the conversation. Everyone is rejoicing about the end of a long week.

***

The kitchen filled with idle chatter as we snacked on a charcuterie board Lisa assembled. Normally I find those to be too hipster or even a little pretentious, but this was good.

Our jovial banter was shocked to silence when Max reappeared, with Kim in tow. His outfit is downright atrocious. Long plaid shorts with bright green and blue stripes and a vivid green and yellow print shirt, which is adorned with lizards of all things. The shorts are bad, the shirt is horrific, and together they are a total nightmare. 

I glanced at Kim. How the hell could she let him come back in that? She just grinned. Come to think of it, why would Stacy have spent any money on those? Noah was trying hard not to be rude and laugh. Cam looked at me, begging with his eyes for guidance.

“I think this could be my new look,” Max announced, completely serious. “What do you think?”

“You look like a freaking rodeo clown!” Noah replied, his comment breaking the tension as everyone laughed. “I know you’ve been grounded, but making you wear those clothes might be child abuse.”

Stacy wrinkled her nose. “Hey, they were less than $5 each and I thought he might want something different and whimsical. I think they’re cute. Maybe not together, but…” I honestly can’t tell if she’s serious or not. Both pieces are a disaster.

“You got ripped off,” Adam chimed in. “What else did you buy if he decided those were his best options?”

“Very funny,” Stacy replied.

“Max, I’ll give you $20 if you’ll wear those all day at school,” Jackson squawked.

“Make it $50 and you have a deal,” Max retorted. “I actually liked the other stuff.” He gave Stacy a hug.

“Don’t do it Max. You’ll kill the rep of our entire lunch table!” Noah groaned.

Stacy giggled and covered her mouth. “Maybe if you had your own, they wouldn’t seem so bad,” she said, pulling out another set. “I wasn’t sure on the size, so I got a larger version of both. I think they’ll fit perfectly. Happy Birthday, Noah!”

Oh jeez, she’s just trying to get a rise out of everyone. I was starting to worry. 

Max smirked but Noah looked mortified. I think he thought she was serious. The adults all got a kick out of it. When Stacy finally lost it, Noah breathed a sigh of relief.

“Okay then, now that we’ve had a good laugh, give me a minute and I’ll change for real.”

Max was just headed toward the stairs when the doorbell rang. It’s Ashley, who let herself in. She stopped just inside the door, staring at Max. She covered her mouth in disbelief. “You’re wearing that… to dinner?”

“Yeah, it’s awesome, right?” Max answered, not missing a beat. “Noah got the same outfit and was just about to change. We’re twinning!”

“Um, I don’t think that would be a good idea,” she protested, before turning to Cam. “Cam, please talk some sense into these goofs. Prints and plaids? Hello! Tell me at least ONE of you gay boys has some fashion sense.”

Everyone observed Ashley’s reaction. After a few seconds of awkward silence, the room erupted in laughter again.

“What?” Ashley asked, confused.

“It’s just a joke,” Cam explained. “If Max wore that anytime besides Halloween, I’d have to stage an intervention.”

“Hey, that’s not a bad idea. I could make this into a costume,” Max said.

“What, a clown?” Noah snorted.

“Or a nerd,” Cam suggested. “Get some thick black glasses, throw some tape around them. Funky socks and sandals, you’d have it.”

“I love it!” Max exclaimed, more excited than he should be. 

“You can have my outfit, and you and Max can have a couples costume!” Noah suggested.

“That’s actually not a bad idea,” Max replied. Cam nodded in agreement. I’ve been curious what they’d decide to do for Halloween, but this wasn’t what I envisioned.

***

Dinner was great. Our chef was adept and it was endearing watching Max get a kick out of his performance, even applauding the onion volcano. I’m not sure whether he’s ever been to a teppanyaki restaurant before; after all, they can be kind of expensive, and I’ve gotten the feeling a few times that after paying for gymnastics, there isn’t always a lot left over. In typical Max fashion, he was very complimentary of Ashley’s shrimp-catching prowess. After she caught her fifth tail, he whispered something to Cam, who smirked.

To my surprise, both Noah and Ashley and Max and Cam openly held hands throughout the evening. When she noticed, Kim elbowed both Lisa and Stacy to point it out, and they all made that face women do when they think something is precious or adorable. Normally I’d roll my eyes at that, but I get it.

I’m not sure whether it’s the sake, the dressier clothes, or what, but I really enjoyed observing Max in his element (even more than usual). It’s like he turned up the cuteness dial even higher tonight, which is saying something.

The thing that continues to confound me is how inadvertent everything is. It’s not intentional or manipulative. Some kids try too hard, and it’s transparent or obnoxious. With Max, it’s genuinely effortless — and 10.5 months in, I’m still helplessly smitten.

Now that I think about it, I wonder if his childlike joy at the little things is part of why Stacy has such a difficult time wrapping her head around him being sexually active. It really is a fascinating age, when they straddle that thin line between child and adult.

Anyway, even the chef seemed to take notice of the young couples, making small talk with each of them. He made a joke with Noah about Ashley pretending to be his girlfriend for his birthday. I worried he might react negatively to two boys holding hands, since he came across a little macho, but he playfully bantered with them as well. He was careful not to tease them, but did joke that couples usually stop holding hands once they’ve been married for a decade or two. The way he nodded towards the adults had everyone laughing.

***

We left the restaurant stuffed, which doesn’t bode well for the cake Lisa has waiting for us. I could make it through lunch tomorrow without eating another bite.

Before we got into dessert, we gathered in the living room to let Noah open his presents. As usual, he was very appreciative. He loved the license-plate fish thing Max got him. 

Cam gave him a gift card to Dick’s (the sporting goods store). Jackson couldn’t resist making an obvious joke about a gay boy giving someone a gift card to Dick’s. He thought he said it quietly, but must have been a little too exuberant about his cleverness, because everyone heard. “Jackson David!” Lisa admonished. 

His parents’ primary gift was a new gaming monitor for his PC, which Noah appropriately geeked out over. 

Ashley gave him an expensive bottle of cologne. He tried it, and it’s a nice scent. Jackson had a line for that, too. “She’s probably tired of smelling your Axe overdose,” he teased. “It’s not a shower in a can, little bro.”

I thought he might get another reprimand from Lisa, but she and Adam just grinned — probably because they know Jackson makes a fair point: Noah does go overboard sometimes. Though, if I recall, Jackson was even worse when he was younger.

I wasn’t sure Noah would appreciate the avocado Squishmallow pillow Kim had Max pick out, so I paired it with a Target gift card. But, he immediately hugged it tight. 

“What’s not to like?” he asked. “It’s fun and comfy,” he added, giving it another squeeze. It probably didn’t hurt that Ashley thought it’s the ‘super cutest thing ever.’

***

Lisa’s cousin, Karla, showed up just as we began opening presents. I’ve met her and her now ex-husband a few times. They live on the other side of town, a little way into the country. Lisa mentioned at dinner she’s been struggling with the divorce and might stop by later for cake. 

She came bearing a card for Noah. “I don’t mean to crash the party,” she said, “but I didn’t get this in the mail in time. I was shopping nearby and thought I would drop it off. And I’ve been meaning to deliver these too,” she added, handing two bottles of wine to Lisa. “It’s a port from my trip to Portugal. It’s fabulous.”

Lisa reintroduced everyone, even though we’ve all met, except Cam and Ashley of course. I was pleased that Lisa described Max and Cam as not only Noah’s best friends, but also boyfriends, without any hesitation. Karla was nonplussed: she just nodded and smiled. 

Lisa herded us into the kitchen for cake and ice cream. Chocolate peanut butter is a fav, but nobody ate more than a sliver. Well, other than Jackson, whose stomach is like a black hole.

The teens helped clean up before seeking refuge in the basement. They’ve had enough boring adult interaction for one night.

***

While none of us need extra calories (or more alcohol), Lisa insisted on opening the wine Karla brought. 

She poured a small glass for each of us. The women claimed the bar stools while Adam and I leaned and stood against the island. Who says chivalry is dead?

“Tonight went well,” Stacy said, sipping her vino. “This is great.”

“I think so too,” Lisa agreed. “It was different having Noah’s girlfriend along, but it turned out fine. I really like Ashley. She’s sassy, but in the best possible way!”

“Seconded,” Kim agreed. “I about died at her reaction to Max’s hideous outfit, calling out their lack of gay fashion sense,” she continued, referencing Ashley’s comment from earlier.

“They do make a cute couple,” Stacy said, quite loudly. I think the wine, or the two massive fruity cocktails at dinner, are having an effect.

“Not so loud,” Adam shushed, gesturing to bring the volume down. “I don’t want them to hear us talking about them.”

“Sorry.” Stacy covered her mouth. 

I grinned. “It’s fine. I’m sure they have other things on their mind, anyway.”

“Craigory!” Kim admonished.

“I’m joking. Jackson is down there running interference, remember?” I added. 

Lisa sighed. “I hate thinking our babies are getting to the age where we have to worry about such things. Ashley’s a sweet girl, and they haven’t been dating long enough for it to get very far, but I saw how they were looking at each other at dinner. It won’t be long before Adam will need to have another talk with Noah, just to make sure.”

“Don’t wait,” Stacy declared bitterly. “I learned that the hard way.”

Oh shit. Is Stacy actually overtly disclosing Max and Cam are sexually active, in front of everyone? I know she’s already told Lisa, because it came up when we met with Max’s therapist last week, but discussing it so openly is bold. Or drunk.

“Shut the door!” Karla reacted. “Those sweet little boys are already doing grown up stuff?” 

“‘Stuff’?” Stacy snorted, slamming her wine and rolling her eyes. “From what I’ve gathered, well after the fact mind you, there isn't much they haven’t done.” She faced me. “Max tells Craig everything, but he managed to keep it a secret from his mother for months.”

Oh boy.

She isn’t really coming off as angry, more annoyed (and maybe a little hurt and jealous). I sensed some frustration when she first found out Max and Cam were involved sexually, and that I had known for quite some time. But, this comment was more the kind of bitching women do with one another to elicit sympathy from other moms.

I’m getting stares from the females, and shrugged. “What can I say? I’ve become Max’s confidant, I guess. I couldn’t break his trust,” I said. “I did encourage them to use protection and be safe.”

“It’s not only Max,” Adam commented. “You’re Noah’s go-to adult too, you know.” He took a swig. “And, ladies, I know it can hurt, but I’m glad our kids have someone we trust to confide in, in a way they can’t always with their parents. You all know damn well if something was truly serious, Craig would come to us, and certainly help them even when he doesn’t.”

That was like a dagger. If Adam only knew, he might not think I’m as trustworthy as he assumes. Especially if he feels ‘hurt’ that his son comes to me for certain things.

“You’re right,” Stacy admitted, patting my hand. “I didn’t mean to come off as bitter. Craig has been nothing short of an absolute blessing.” She paused, appearing to mull over her words. “It’s just been a lot, as a mom, to deal with. Max coming out wasn’t a complete surprise, but I never expected a boyfriend and sex to follow so soon.” Lisa gave Stacy’s hand a squeeze of reassurance. “But Craig did intervene when they were trolling around on Grindr, flirting with adult men for kicks. Thankfully Max hasn’t resisted being grounded.”

Well shit, I didn’t expect that to come up. I suppose it makes me look better, and accentuates Adam’s point, but still. It's not a secret, but she still needs to be cut off from the wine. What else is she going to share? Though, mercifully, I can’t think of anything else she knows that is cringier than what she’s already revealed. Unless she were to bring up Eduardo in Mexico, and how I didn’t say anything.

“Noah actually reported that,” I pointed out. “He was afraid they’d be angry, but knew they were being unsafe. They’re good enough kids to realize it was stupid, in retrospect.”

Lisa nodded along, although I never actually told her. I informed Adam, to brag on Noah, but omitted specifics. Max was so upset with me. I figured between Adam and Stacy, one of them would fill her in, and I guess they did.

“We were so proud of Noah for being mature enough to come to an adult for help, at the risk of upsetting his friends,” Lisa said. “Frankly, it’s part of why he has the privilege to be around Ashley without supervision.” She glanced towards the basement door.

“Of course, he didn’t want to talk about it with us, and didn’t offer any details, which we didn’t ask for,” Adam said. “I know Max and Cam were embarrassed, and it was dealt with by their parents, so there was no need to be nosy.”

“But you know ALL of the gory details, right Craig?” Lisa pressed.

Everyone is staring at me. “Cam’s father and I reviewed the actual correspondence, yes. Cam got whooped on the spot, so Bob took it very seriously as well,” I explained. “Thankfully, it’s settled now. The important thing is they know they were wrong and have been appropriately disciplined.” I paused. Their collective gaze is still affixed on me, hanging on my every word. It’s uncomfortable. “The only reason they are even allowed to be here tonight is because it would be unfair to Noah if they weren’t. We hated to see him penalized on his birthday for doing the right thing.”

All the attention is making me anxious. “Can I get more wine?” I asked casually, trying to deflect the focus off of me. “It’s amazing.”

Karla seems unraveled by the idea of Cam and Max having sex and engaging in inappropriate conversation with men. “I’m shocked,” she said. “They’re so young. I mean, how… big can they be? Can boys their age even, you know… have an orgasm, or actually ejaculate?”

The handful of times I’ve met her, Karla has always struck me as direct and completely unabashed — but that caught me off guard. This is surreal. I guess Max and Cam are still fairly short and boyish, but come on, they’re 14, not 11! Karla has younger daughters, so I guess it’s no surprise she’s boy-clueless. But seriously, someone needs to educate her before her oldest hits middle school.

Adam and I both laughed. Women have zero clue about boy puberty. I guess the concept of a dry cum is completely foreign to them. 

Thankfully, it was Adam who set them straight. “Most eighth grade guys are physically developed enough to become fathers, if that’s what you’re asking. And most boys their age have already been masturbating for at least a couple of years, sometimes longer.”

The alcohol must be getting to Lisa as well, because she giggled like a schoolgirl. “Adam is right. I remember Jackson’s tissue consumption going through the roof when he started seventh grade, though he is old for his grade,” she said as she took her final sip. “I was clueless back then. I complained to Adam, and he had to fill me in before I embarrassed both of us by asking J about it.” She poured herself another glass. “Noah must not have figured that out yet, thank God! The Kleenex box in his room actually needs a dusting. I think it’s been there since Christmas.”

Oh, if she only knew about where else he deposits his loads. I suppose his approach is better for the environment.

“Noah is well past that point,” I blurted out without thinking, garnering stares again. Shut your damn mouth, Craig! “I presume,” I quickly added. “He probably just prefers something besides tissue.” Of course, I know damn well there’s a very crusty garmuc under his bed. Max and I found it when searching for his apology letter to Cam during their break up in August. To my great shame, I even sniffed it.

“Do enlighten us,” Lisa needled. “Or maybe I don’t want to know.”

Adam, thankfully, bailed me out. “Toilet paper, shower drain, dirty socks, an old towel, a t-shirt,” he rattled off blithely. I considered pointing out those were all better options than tissue, which tends to stick, but wisely managed to hold my tongue.

“Ewww,” Stacy said. “You’re making me really glad Max does his own laundry, although I’m not certain he can actually do that yet. He’s still such a boy.”

Does she really not realize Max can already shoot? I know he looks young, and it’s probably not something she knows much about or likes to consider. I guess it’s not a completely outlandish thought. Still, I don’t have the heart to tell her he probably just eats his own. 

“I highly recommend that course of action,” I added. “Let them pick up their own dirty clothes. And, I wouldn’t go snooping under their bed, either.”

Karla looks disgusted. “I’m so glad I have girls. I know dealing with periods is going to suck, but at least I GET that.”

“I adore my son, but sometimes I do think girls are easier. More relatable. That’s why Craig has been such a Godsend, since his father… well, a boy needs a man in his life, especially at this age,” Stacy said. “But, you do get used to seeing so much penis, at least until they get older.”

Lisa laughed. “Yeah, none of us thought anything of our little boys running around naked, until they were like 12 or 13. It’s a complete mindfuck when their cute little worm suddenly starts turning into a snake.”

Stacy nodded vigorously. “Yeah! I’ve had to get on him about at least wearing underwear outside of his room,” she commented, “but he still seems rather small to me. Rick was… never mind.” She swirled her wine before taking another hit. “Apparently you don’t have to be very big to fuck. Unless…” she trailed off, a look of revulsion spreading across her face. It must be dawning on her that Max may not always be the, er, insertive partner. 

Jesus, tonight has taken such a weird turn. Are we really having a conversation about Max’s genitals? Good thing I haven't had too much wine, or I might have blurted out how perfect everything is, both front and back. 

I’m not sure how endowed Rick is, but once hard, Max is already respectable lengthwise (even if it is still on the thin side). It’s been a little while since I’ve seen him nude and aroused, but he’s a solid 4.5 inches, maybe 5”, and for his frame and Tanner Stage, that’s perfectly normal.

Truly, I can’t believe this conversation. I’m wracking my brain trying to figure out a way to get off this topic. Sports? TV or movies? Weather? I’m drawing a blank.

“I’ve had to set some new rules, that’s for sure,” Stacy continued. “This sleepover would make me nervous if Noah wasn’t also around. I know they wouldn’t want to gross him out. I still can’t fathom… two very young boys… it’s so foreign to me.” 

Man, if she only knew Noah gets balls deep in Max, too.

Lisa smirked. “I get your discomfort, because no one wants to think about their kids being sexually active. But like I’ve told you before, boys play around with each other sometimes. Adam explained it to me, back…” she stopped herself. I think she was alluding to either when Jackson was caught doing stuff with a friend a few years ago, or Adam’s boyhood antics, but caught herself before she spoke out of turn.

I nodded along. Stacy noticed my agreement, and now I realize Kim is giving me a look. She seems a little surprised by Lisa’s frank declaration. Male sexual experimentation isn’t a topic we’ve ever discussed. With girls, I guess there was never a need. I give her a little shrug. I’m sure that I am going to have to explain later. Do I mention my own boyhood stuff or just tell her what I know about Jackson?

“Frankly, I’d be a lot less upset if Noah was experimenting with, uh, male friends than disrespectfully pestering a girl he could get pregnant or be accused of assaulting.”

I don’t think Lisa knows things have happened already, but it sure sounds like she wouldn't be surprised. Jackson’s experience must have opened her eyes to hornball boys. I appreciated that she took care not to mention Max or Cam by name. I guess from the perspective of the parent of a straight boy, getting off with a friend of the same-sex could be a relief valve that keeps them from pushing things too far with a girl, which could have far greater consequences.

Stacy looks deep in thought, almost confused. Lisa just pulled the rug out from under her. Whatever comfort Stacy had with Max and Cam sleeping in the same room tonight just went poof. 

Adam glanced at me and shook his head. There was nothing to be gained from undermining Stacy’s comfort.

Lisa gripped her hand. “It will be fine, trust me,” she offered. I didn’t know if that means she plans to supervise, or if she just doesn’t care and is hoping she can convince Stacy not to be concerned, either.

Before anyone could respond, thunderous footsteps came up the stairs. Jackson reappeared, closing the door behind him.

“Everything okay down there?” Lisa asked. 

“Yeah, we’re just watching a movie, but I’m hungry. Where’s the cake?” Damn, he can eat more than anyone I know. He quickly gathered a plateful and sat at the table.

“Close your ears Jackson,” Stacy yelled, before bringing to subject back to gay sex. “I just hope they’re being careful. Seems like you could permanently rip something, even if they are still small. It’s a delicate area.” Jackson coughed, appearing to choke on his bite of cake, but didn’t say anything. 

“I can’t believe we’re talking about this,” Adam said, shaking his head again. “But, you know, some men and women do the same thing, and they’re way bigger.” Lisa gave him a look. “Hey, it’s never been on my list, but it’s hardly uncommon.”

“I read somewhere it’s more popular now with teens,” Kim interjected, finally breaking her silence. “You can’t get pregnant, so they think it’s safer and preserves virginity.”

“Well, there’s that!” Stacy replied. “At least I don’t have to worry about there being a Little Max. Ever, apparently. Only deadly diseases and rectal injuries. Although I suppose I don’t actually know who does what to the other.” She cringed, and I’m without words. I’m buzzed, but even I know better than to explain that while they switch off, Max prefers bottoming. It’s also not lost on me that Stacy is, apparently, bothered Max might not give her a grandchild — which is new. She’s certainly never brought it up before.

Kim, however, is unfazed. “A coworker of mine who also has daughters joked that boys are easier. With them, you usually only have to worry about one penis. With girls, you have to worry about many penises.”

Stacy scoffed. “I sure have to worry about more than one.” Oh shit. Is she going to tell everyone about Eduardo? “And at least most girls aren’t anywhere close to touching one, yet.” Thankfully she didn’t go there. I’m definitely going to have had to cut her off to preserve some of Max’s dignity. He’d freak if he knew he was being discussed like this.

“Ashley isn’t,” Jackson piped up, his mouth half-full of cake. “I've heard her preemptively shut down Noah. It’s funny.” He swallowed his bite. “Although it’s true, guys are always horny.”

“Yeah, put two gay boys together and apparently they can’t keep their hands to themselves,” Stacy replied.

It occurs to me… Max used to say that his mother pretty regularly drank to excess, but after he brutally called it out the night he came out (ironically, as they were arguing about him being sexually active), she poured all the booze in the house down the drain. She isn’t slurring her words or anything, but I think tonight’s consumption may be the most she’s had since then. It’s clearly affecting her more than I would expect. 

Lisa patted her arm. “Girl, I love you, but… can I be completely honest?”

Stacy laughed nervously. “Uh oh, that sounds ominous. And aren’t you always?”

“I know you aren’t a homophobe, but you sound very bitter about Max having sex. With another boy, in particular.”

Stacy’s eyes widened. “I wouldn’t be happy if he were having sex with a girl, either! It’s about his young age, not the gender.”

“I get that, but you seem especially bothered. Just now you mentioned ‘gay boys’ can’t control themselves. And a few minutes ago, you said you had to worry about more than one penis, and at least girls don’t want to touch them yet,” Lisa calmly explained. Thankfully, Stacy isn’t getting defensive, and actually seems to be listening intently. “Plus, all the anxiety about disease and injury, and your quip about there never being a ‘Little Max.’ And honestly, you seem grossed out, beyond just not wanting to think about your son having sex.”

Lisa makes compelling points, and is doing so gently. Frankly, I doubt anyone else could have broached the topic without Stacy becoming offended.

Karla quietly moved to sit next to Jackson, giving Lisa, Stacy, and Kim some space. The conversation is getting a little heavy. Adam occupied himself with putting the cake back in the fridge; I checked my phone. Max texted a cute selfie of everyone grinning ear to ear. They’re so happy to be back together.

“All I’m saying is… could it be possible that you’re struggling more with Max’s homosexuality than you realize? Even if only subconsciously? I mean, you’re worried about him growing up too fast and being sexually active, but also grieving the lack of an eventual grandchild, as if gay people can’t adopt or use a surrogate.” Lisa posited. “You were a psych major when we met. You know all about sublimation.”

“I don’t think so,” Stacy said quietly. “I’ve always had gay friends. I voted for gay marriage. I’m not anti-gay.”

“Oh honey, I know that. We all do. But he is your only child, and like you said, you are confronting an uncomfortable reality much sooner than you thought you would.”

“I do worry about how this will complicate his life. I know it isn’t a choice, but it’s tough. And he’s already being hassled at school.”

“And you want to protect him. To keep him safe,” Kim added. “That’s Parenting 101. And sex has risks, physically and emotionally.”

“Right! And he’s so cavalier about it, like it’s no big deal and just harmless fun.”

Well, that’s true. Max can absolutely be too impulsive about sex.

Adam chimed in. “To be fair, males and females do view sex differently. Boys are always looking for it.”

“And that makes it okay?” Stacy asked. “Isn’t that assumption kind of sexist?” 

“I think it’s just a biological reality. The sexes are different, and males of the species are evolutionary wired to mate as much as they can. It’s animal instinct,” he replied, getting himself a glass of water. “You and me baby ain’t nothin’ but mammals,” he began to sing jovially, recalling that horrible 90’s tune. The women were not impressed.

“Sorry, I was just trying to lighten the mood,” he said. “But seriously, one could argue that even if it isn’t homophobia, Stacy’s discomfort is at least a little sexist. If he weren’t having sex with another boy, he probably wouldn’t be having sex, since… what was it you said, most girls don’t want to touch a penis at their age? And you understandably don’t want him seeking out older partners. At least Cam is his age, and treats him with kindness and respect.”

Stacy sighed. “Well, that’s certainly true. And apparently, he even fooled around with a boy in Mexico and got caught on the beach, which apparently is why he and Cam broke up, although he refused to tell me about it himself.” 

Shit, she mentioned Eduardo. I can feel my blood pressure rising. I need to steer things away from Mexico, and that he was frisky on my watch. But mostly, I’m annoyed she has no shame in sharing details that Max (like anyone) would rather keep private. 

I steadied my breath. “You’re viewing this from the lens of a mother. And, obviously, a woman. You can’t help that, but it’s also projection onto a boy whose experiences are very different — and that probably isn’t fair to him. Or yourself,” I interjected, rejoining the fray now that I have some backup. “Like Adam said, guys experience sex differently. Boys have a hyper sex-drive from a very young age.” I paused to take a breath. “Even if there is an emotional attachment, the feelings just aren’t usually as involved as they are for the fairer sex.”

Jackson raised his hand in solidarity. “Preach, Uncle Craig.” I flashed him a grin. I almost forgot he was there. Damn, the things he’s heard.

“That might all be true, but I still can’t help it. He literally grew inside of me. I diapered him and wiped his butt for years. I know he’s grown since then, but I still see my helpless little boy,” Stacy admitted. “It’s hard for me to wrap my head around him having sex. And yeah, I guess I struggle with understanding how they can derive sexual gratification from each other’s bottoms.”

Referring to their ‘bottoms’ makes her sound like a prudish old woman.

“Well, let’s be honest. There are a lot of sexual activities people are into that I don’t understand,” I pointed out, deciding against explaining about prostate stimulation and how tight, warm, wet orifices feel great. “In its rawest form, isn’t all sex kind of gross?”

“And some things I don’t even want to try and understand,” Adam joked. “I mean, what the hell is this furry shit?” 

That elicited laughter, even from Jackson, who was enroute to put his plate in the dishwasher. “I’m getting a drink and going back to the basement before I’m scarred for life,” he announced overdramatically, pretending to plug his ears. 

“Maybe we should have switched topics when he sat down,” Lisa said, suddenly looking guilty once Jackson had rounded the corner to the garage. 

“He missed the worst of it,” I pointed out, before following him. I need a word.

***

Jackson was rummaging through the fridge, loading up his arms with drink options. It’s nice of him to play waiter to Noah and his friends.

“That was kind of rough, eh?” I asked. “Sorry you had to hear that.”

“No cap! Do parents always talk about their kids like that and share so much?” Jackson asked, shaking his head in disbelief like his father minutes before. “That was crazy.”

“Sometimes, mostly to compare notes and get advice. But it’s not usually quite so graphic. The wine was strong. Trust me, you don’t even want to know what was discussed before you came up.”

“I’m afraid to ask,” he replied, laughing nervously.

“It wasn’t anything horrible. But, um… it would probably be best if you don’t share what you overheard. Please don’t ruin your brother’s birthday by clueing him in that the adults were talking about him and his friends’ sex lives.”

“Relax, I won’t. It’s not like it’s a secret that Max and Cam are doing it. They don’t even try to hide anything. And…” he trailed off. I suppose he doesn’t know I’m aware they also include Noah, which he seemed on the verge of disclosing. “I didn’t know there was some Mexican boy, though. I wondered what their breakup was all about.” 

So awkward. “Yeah, well,” I answered. I pretended to zip my lips.

“It’s cool,” he answered. “I won’t say too much.”

*** 

When I returned, everyone had moved to the living room, except for Karla, who was saying goodbye. “It was nice seeing you all again.” Lisa walked her to the door and they hugged. 

“I shouldn’t stay too much longer either,” Stacy added. “It’s getting late.” Kim and I exchanged glances. Stacy isn’t hammered, but she still probably shouldn’t be on the road, at least not immediately. Kim offered to make her a latte (the Reeds have a fancy coffee machine). Thankfully, she accepted.

Personally, I’m just glad we’ve moved on from Max’s sexuality, amorous activities, and his junk. I still can’t quite believe that really just happened. I hope Jackson keeps his word — and Stacy and I are going to have to talk.

***

Stacy stayed until Noah, Ashley, Cam, and Max resurfaced. It’s about Ashley’s curfew and they’re all walking her home. Adam offered to drive, but they declined. It is only a few blocks, after all.

Stacy gave Max a goodnight kiss, although considering everything, I opted for a quick hug. Lisa walked Stacy to her car, and was gone several minutes. I assume she was giving additional reassurances that tonight will be fine. When she finally returned, Kim and I offered to help clean-up, but Adam and Lisa refused. I think the wine is getting to Lisa. Before we could even gather our stuff, she was already prone on the couch. 

Kim and I said our goodnights and headed home. What a bizarre night.

***

“Well, THAT was interesting,” Kim commented as we made the short walk to our house. “Stacy definitely had a lot to get off her chest.”

“I’ll say! And uncomfortable,” I agreed, still bewildered. “I wonder if Max’s ears were burning. I know we share a lot of stuff about our kids, but that was on a new level.”

“I kept nudging them, as a reminder that Jackson was ten feet away,” Kim said, “but they seemed oblivious. I noticed you made a point to go talk to him.”

“At least he missed the worst of it. He was a mix of amused and shocked. I suggested he not ruin his brother’s birthday by sharing details.”

“I doubt he would have anyway.” She’s probably right. Jackson sometimes tries too hard to be funny, but he isn’t a shit stirrer or completely oblivious. 

We started getting ready for bed. We’re tired. Not only is it the end of the week, but we ate a ton of food and topped it off with strong wine.

Kim turned off the light and crawled into bed. “How about Karla?” she asked. “I wouldn’t have guessed her to be so naive. I never raised a boy, but I know enough to know they’ve usually hit puberty by middle school. I guess Max and Cam are still pretty short and young looking, but they aren’t tiny.”

“Right? She probably should read a book on adolescence. She really needs to bone up before her girls find themselves in a bad situation. I’m glad my wife isn’t so clueless.” I snuggled up and kissed her cheek.

“Thanks. And Stacy thinks Max is small? He flashed me walking from the shower that one morning. It was brief, but nothing seemed out of proportion. He’s definitely still developing, but Rick must have been really well-endowed if her basis of comparison is that Max is lagging.”

“Or maybe I’m just below average,” I joked. 

“Stop,” she replied, poking me as she pulled herself closer. “You’re perfectly adequate.”

“Gee, thanks. Was that supposed to be a compliment?” I replied. “I will say, the penis size of Stacy’s ex was not an image I needed to think about. Max must not have gotten the gene for that.”

“Lisa used to joke that it’s the mother’s genes that determine that. When the boys were little, she’d point out how Noah looks so much like her, while Jackson is Adam’s clone. Apparently, Noah had more to show than his brother.”

I don’t think I saw them naked enough when they were itty bitty to ever notice. Noah would run around outside naked, but Jackson kept his pants on. But, I do recall getting poked in the stomach whenever toddler Noah would ask for a big hug from ‘Uncle Cwaig.’ Not something I ever noticed with Jackson, although he’s never been as affectionate, either. 

“I think we’ve talked about boy penises enough for one day. I’m so done,” I said, laughing. Of course, it’s a passionate interest I’d gladly discuss if I had anyone who would understand — but she doesn’t need to know that.

“I know, it was so awkward. One thing really surprised me, though.”

“Oh?”

“Lisa was so nonchalant about boys experimenting. It’s like she expects Noah to take advantage of having gay friends to get his rocks off, which seems like a strange thought for a mother to have,” Kim said. “I wouldn’t think a straight boy would be at all interested, but you and Adam were both nodding along like it happens all the time.”

“I don’t know about all the time, but it's not uncommon, during puberty especially.”

“And, did you, Craigory? When you were their age, I mean.”

I paused. When I woke up this morning, I sure as hell didn’t expect my boyhood experimentation history to come up with my wife. “A few times. Nothing intense. I didn’t really understand much, other than it felt good,” I explained. “We were all clueless about the existence of gay people or gay sex. We were just curious and horny.” I paused again, trying to choose my words wisely. “With things so much more in the open these days, I suspect it happens more, but there might also be more stigma. We didn’t know enough to be stigmatized.”

“I see. So, are they?”

“‘Are they’ what?”

“Does Noah do stuff like that? We all know those boys tell you everything.”

“Dear, I don’t want to lie to you, but are you sure you want to know?” I asked. “You can’t unring a bell.”

She laughed. “After everything I heard earlier, I doubt I can be shocked.”

“Fair enough. But, I also don’t want to break anyone’s trust and get too much into private things that really aren’t mine to share,” I said tentatively. “This stays just between us? You won’t say or allude to anything?”

Kim patted my arm. “It’s cute how devoted you are to them. But yes, you have my word; I won’t breathe a word.”

I feel bad, but am cornered. So, I went with a partial truth. There is no way I can (or should) share everything. “Well, I know things have happened, but it’s not like I ask for updates,” I said. That’s mostly true, right? I kept it vague, so she can fill in the blanks. “Noah actually came to me a while back, distraught.”

“‘Distraught’? Why? Did he have regrets?”

“The opposite, actually. He enjoyed things a lot more than he thought he would, and was upset because he thought he might be gay.”

“Not that there would be anything wrong with that.”

“Of course not. But if it’s not something you ever considered and all of a sudden it’s on your mind, it can mess with a kid. I reassured him it meant nothing and that many straight boys fool around at his age.”

“Did you mention that even you had?”

“Sure. He eventually calmed down, for the most part.”

“What does that mean?”

I sighed. “Apparently, Jackson overheard something and teased him, which also freaked Noah out. But, they also had a really good talk after and have been getting along better.”

“So, Jackson knows he’s done gay stuff too? I wonder if he walked in or something or just heard them talking.”

I decided not to feed into her speculation. “Noah was worried Jackson would hassle him, or tell their parents, but apparently he was understanding. Even shared he got caught once at 13 with a friend.”

Kim gasped. “Jackson too?!”

“Yeah. I guess the other boy’s parents freaked out and it was a whole thing. Apparently, Adam talked with him and reassured him, mentioning his own experiences as a boy, but he wasn’t sure if Dad told Mom, since she never said anything. Apparently, he did.”

Kim smacked me. “No way! Adam also? No wonder Lisa expects it. There must be something in his gene pool that increases the propensity, even if they are heterosexual at the end of the day.”

“Perhaps, but the horniness for boys that age is so intense, they’ll take what they can get,” I said, qualifying everything just in case. “And to be fair, this is all second or third hand — some from Noah, but also from Max. Neither Adam or Jackson have told me anything directly, and I highly doubt they’d be thrilled Noah shared. Frankly, I doubt Adam realizes Noah knows about either of them. Jackson only shared when he realized how anxious Noah was,” I explained. “And that’s fine, because it’s ancient history and no one’s business. Adam and I are close, but I understand why he’d eschew mentioning something so sensitive. I guess I’ve never told him about my own history, either.” I feel bad getting into it at all, but with my luck, shit could hit the fan and she’d find out I withheld. Again.

It’s pretty dark, but I was able to discern Kim locking her lips and throwing away the key.

“Anyway, I don’t know what, if anything, has happened recently, and obviously the gay boys have been grounded. Besides, he’s been so into Ashley.” Time to pivot. Smooth segue, Craig. 

“She’s awesome, I love her. And perfect for Noah. Not pretentious or phony. Nice and polite, but fun and spunky.” Mission accomplished!

“I agree, but we should get to sleep. I’m still supposed to go to Rochester tomorrow afternoon to help Emma with her car and whatever other random stuff she needs done around her place.”

“Good night, boy whisperer,” she said, leaning in to kiss my cheek. “Someday you’ll have to tell me everything, once the statute of limitations expires and they age out of being grounded,” she added, chuckling. “I bet you could write a book.”

I know she’s joking, but her mentioning ‘statute of limitations’ in relation to the boys and their secrets makes me queasy. “It’s not anything that would make for a best seller,” I responded, glad the room is dark because I know I’m blushing. The truth is, some of it is pretty salacious, and fascinating for a guy like me — but that’s a niche market. I swear, their stories could make a trilogy.

“Sleep well dear.” 

“Goodnight.”

***

Kim was already up and gone by the time I surfaced. I faintly recall hearing her get ready and the garage door going up and down. 

I have a headache. I knew I drank too much last night. I wouldn’t say I’m hung over, but I’m sure as hell not feeling refreshed, considering it’s well past 9:00. My mouth is dry. I need water and Advil. 

Oddly enough for a Saturday, I have the house to myself, so college football it is! Kim is meeting some church friends for brunch, before volunteering for the annual Trunk-or-Treat activity, and won’t be home until dinner. Normally I’d help — I’m a sucker for all the cuties in their costumes. It isn’t sexual, though, I just enjoy Halloween. Although, I’m not going to lie, some of the older boys are interesting.

Anyway, I promised Emma I’d drive out to Rochester, so I was granted an excused absence by the Misses. I was nursing my second cup of coffee, watching the Golden Gophers spank Nebraska, when Max and Cam waltzed in the front door. I love that he doesn’t even think to knock these days. 

But, I’m also slightly self-conscious since I haven’t bothered to put on clothes. There aren’t many days where I’m afforded the opportunity to lounge around in my underwear. I pulled the blanket up as they barged in, but my bare chest is still exposed.

“We saw Kim leave a little while ago, and Cam wants to see my new room before our rides pick us up,” Max said tentatively, trying to mask his grin. Like I don’t know what they’re up to. “Is that okay?”

I smirked and nodded. I suppose it is true Cam hasn’t been over since Max redecorated.

They scurried upstairs. I know I shouldn’t live vicariously through a couple of middle schoolers, but damn if it doesn’t make me happy that they have one another.

About ten minutes later, Max yelled, summoning me upstairs. Maybe he really is just giving Cam a room tour. 

His door is wide open, but when I walked in, they were both sitting on the bed, not a stitch of clothing between them, jerking each other off. My trunks immediately tented.

I backed away. “What the Hell? You know better than to do that around me. Find me when you’re finished.”

Cam got up, cut me off, and shut the bedroom door behind me.

Max patted the spot in the bed next to him, right where Cam had been, inviting me to sit. It’s a bad idea, but I’m so discombobulated I didn’t protest when Cam walked me over.

“So, we were talking last night, and we know we’re getting older and, well…”

Just as Max trailed off, Cam interjected. “It’s really important to Max that we all, um, bond together before we age out or whatever. I’m not sure if I’ll join or just watch, but I am still curious what the big deal is.”

My head is spinning. What the fuck is happening?

“I wanna do it with you again, one last time,” Max said seductively. Before I could react, he stuck his hand into my underwear and began rubbing my rapidly hardening dick. “See, you want it too, and Cam doesn’t care.”

“Yeah, pull his pants down. I want to see how much bigger than me he is with a boner — now that I’ve grown a little more.” 

Max ignored him, instead grabbing my hand and placing it to his own erection, moaning as he forced contact. “Ah, that feels good. Rub it.” I froze, but he continued the motions, and fuck if it doesn’t feel nice. He has me in a rhythm, involuntary as it is. I’m vaguely aware that Cam pulled my underwear to the floor.

Max pulled my other hand to his chest and I squeezed his nipples between my thumb and index finger on reflex.

“You didn’t give me a goodnight kiss last night, which hurt my feelings,” he said, almost pouting. “So now you owe me a real one.”

Before I knew it, Max pressed his face into mine and started licking my lips.

“Okay, this is kind of hot to watch. There’s so much contrast in size and hair and stuff.” I noticed out of the corner of my eye Cam has resumed masturbating.

Max adjusted himself to whisper in my ear. “It's okay. We all want this, and that’s all that matters. Now kiss me back. Please?”

This is fucking surreal. I know I should push him off and run downstairs, but every fiber of my being is telling me to stop resisting. My brain and heart (and dick) are in a war for control.

Max moved down to my neck, and back up to my lips. This time, I opened my mouth and began sucking on his tongue.

“Fuck yeah, Craig. This is so hot.”

As if on instinct, Max and I laid down on his bed, still kissing. I was transported back to Mexico, remembering how he felt in my arms.

It wasn’t long before Max climbed on top of me, while still making out. I began caressing his bare butt. God, it’s soft and feels so small.

“Rub his hole a little.”

I complied. It’s still impossibly smooth. I need to see it again. 

I need to taste it again. 

Max is thrusting our cocks together as his tongue dives into my throat. We’re both hard as a rock. God, I’ve missed this. Why did I ever deny myself this pleasure? Especially since Cam obviously doesn’t care.

“I want to eat you out,” I whispered once I managed to stop his manic kissing. He quickly flipped himself around and lowered his hairless, muscular butt right onto my face. I grabbed those unblemished cheeks and pushed them apart as I pulled his rear towards my hungry mouth. After licking his crack a little, my tongue finally grazed his hole. I can tell he was fucked last night, because it slipped right inside.

I pushed Max onto his knees and worshiped his anus. My view isn’t great, but I can see he’s buried his face into the avocado pillow, which is muffling his whimpering. I remember how loud Max can get when we make love.

“Yeah, grab your stuffed animal while Craig stuffs his tongue inside of you,” Cam urged. “Craig, smack his butt. Slap it hard, like he’s been bad.”

I ignored him. I’m too mesmerized by the pink perfection before me.

“Your hair tickles. I like it,” Max said, giggling. He pushed himself further into my face, rubbing harder against my stubble.

“Suck Craig while he eats your pussy,” Cam instructed sternly. I can see why Max gets turned on letting Cam be in control. He’s just like his father in that regard. Frankly, it’s hot as fuck letting a boy take charge and direct things.

I glanced over. Cam is still stroking his meat, which is pointing straight to the ceiling. It’s much longer than I remember. Maybe almost seven inches, which looks huge on him, but also still pretty skinny. He’s definitely taking after his old man.

He noticed my admiration. “I guess I am longer than you now.”

Max’s warm mouth engulfed my cock. He quickly took it all the way to the base, and my eyes rolled into the back of my head. While my size is merely adequate, his deepthroating skills have definitely improved. His lips pressed against my groin as his throat massaged my cock.

“Fuck yeah Max. Swallow that hairy cock. Get it good and wet so it slides right into your sweet ass.”

Max bobbed his mouth up and down on my cock as I continued my communion with his most private of parts. I can taste teen cum. Is it Cam’s or Noah’s? Maybe both?

As much as I want to keep rimming him, I have more ground to cover, and reluctantly moved my mouth to lap at his completely smooth, grape-sized balls. I swirled them in my mouth, like the fine wine from last night.

“Let me suck you,” I said. Max adjusted so his erection lined up with my mouth. I licked the tip, savoring the sweetness of his precum. Max wiggled until my lips parted, allowing him entry. I swallowed him to the root immediately, which caused him to gasp.

He's not quite back to my tonsils, and I greedily dragged my tongue across the entire length of his shaft and glans. It’s still skinny, but I do think he’s grown some since Mexico. I thought then he was already five inches, but I don’t think so now. But, he also isn’t tiny like Stacy made him seem, either. It’s perfect just the way it is — and I could do this all day.

Without a word, Max suddenly sat up and spun around. He reached behind himself and grabbed my dripping cock, guiding it to his butt. I guess we’re already finished with foreplay, which is too bad.

“Let me show you how much I love you. Please?” He squirmed until he found the right position and lowered himself, quickly taking me into him. It feels incredible. He’s definitely wetter and looser than I remember, but I’m not complaining. I have him back right where he belongs.

“Oh Daddy,” he cried, twirling my chest hair. “I’ve wanted you so badly.” He began to rock back and forth, high-pitched moans emanating from deep inside him. I rubbed all over his ripped, sweaty torso, pinching his dime-sized nipples, before hooking my thumb into his mouth.

Cam climbed onto the bed, between my legs. “Oh man, this is so hot. I should snap a pic.”

“No pictures!” I practically yelled. 

“Relax, I won’t,” Cam replied. “I bet that thick, veiny cock feels awesome though.”

“It does. It’s incredible. Best dick I’ve ever had; no offense babe, it’s just different with Craig,” Max replied as he started to bounce up and down. Cam slapped Max’s ass.

“Ride that fat dick. Does it feel thicker than Noah’s?”

“For sure. Noah’s big, but he isn’t a man yet,” Max squeaked, closing his eyes, and sticking his tongue out the side of his mouth. “You should try it.” I grabbed his mounds and squeezed. I’m still surprised, every time, how slight they feel in my hands. 

“Not this time. Maybe at the Halloween party. Maybe Daddy can do you while I take Craig.”

Cam rose to his knees and pressed himself against Max. It’s weird, I can’t see of course, but I can totally envision what it must look like… my dick deep inside while Cam’s skinny rod attempting to ride up and down Max’s crack, but mostly smearing precum onto his lower back.

I leaned forward and took Max’s juvenile nipple into my mouth, and started nibbling. The angle is a little awkward, but Max moaned as I sucked. He’s always loved attention paid to his nipples, but things happened so quickly I didn’t get a chance until now. His nips were already hard, but I could feel them further engorge in my mouth.

I wish this feeling could last forever. How long has it been since Max’s silky insides were gliding over my dick? Two months? Three? It seems like an eternity since I was in heaven like this. I love him bouncing up and down on me, but what I really want to do is bear down and pound on his squishy hole. Give him a proper fucking, wreck that boy pussy, and teach Cam a thing or two about how to properly take care him.

Alas, I can’t handle it. Having Cam watching and participating is too much. I can already feel my orgasm rising from my balls. “Shit! I’m gonna cum!”

“Me too,” Cam announced. He quickly moved up the bed, kneeling beside me. His long, glistening cock is pointing right at my face. “I know you want to taste my cum, Craig. Get ready.”

I was the first to cum, grunting with every contraction. The feeling was so intense the entire lower half of my body shook as jolt after jolt of semen absolutely flooded Max’s butt. I must have cum a ton, because I can feel it oozing out and running down my balls.

Max hasn’t climaxed yet, and he’s still greedily riding my slowly deflating erection. He re-positioned himself so it’s hitting directly onto his prostate. He’s flogging his cock frantically, and erupted with no warning and hardly any sound. Just some whimpering as his watery cum doused my hairy chest.

He’s panting. “Scoop it up and feed it to me,” I instructed. He immediately followed directions, caressing my chest before bringing his offering to my mouth. I’m a man possessed, getting to taste his honey once more. Damn, it’s still so sweet. I could bottle it and add it to my coffee every morning. 

Max finally fell forward onto my torso, his head draped over my shoulder. His body is pressing his sweat and leftover jizz into me. We’re both getting sticky, but I don’t give two shits. “Thanks for making me feel good. I love you so much, Dad.” I kissed the side of his head and wrapped my arm around his back, pulling him further into me.

“My turn,” Cam announced. “This is going to be a big one I think,” he added proudly.

His cock erupted. It’s damn near a deluge. Gush after gush of thick cum splattered across my face and onto Max’s blond locks. He just kept pumping — and damn if it doesn’t keep coming. I licked my lips as more landed on my nose and forehead. I’ve never seen so much semen come from one penis. 

My face is covered in Cam’s nectar. It was like a one-man — scratch that — one-boy bukkake show.

I can only see out of one eye; the other is coated in cum.

“Is THIS the kind of ‘playing around’ as a boy you were telling me about?”

What the fuck? It’s Kim! Through my one eye I see her standing at the door, her hand on her hip, staring incredulously at the scene before her.

Immediately, panic set in. There’s no way to talk my way out of this. My heart feels like it’s going to explode. 

Fuck. My life is over. 

I’m gasping.

“Craig. Craig! CRAIG!!” someone is shoving me. “Wake up!”

I opened my eyes. It’s dark, save for a sliver of light from the window. I’m in my own bed, covered in sweat.

“I think you were dreaming, hun.” It’s Kim, who is lying right next to me.

“It seemed so real,” I muttered, slowly calming down. 

“I guess so. You’ve been mumbling and gasping for over a minute. What was it about? You seemed alarmed and I couldn’t stir you.”

“Don’t you have trunk-or-treat?” I’m aware I’m not quite awake. I’m still half in the dream, half in the real world.

“Next weekend, dear. You are really spaced out. Too much wine.”

“Uh, yeah. I guess.”

It was all a dream? That was so intense, and felt like it was actually happening. Is that what they call a lucid dream? Jesus, I wish I could do that on demand!

But, now that I think about it, there’s no way Cam’s junk would have grown so long that fast, and still be so thin. Or that he’d offer up Max to his father. Besides, no one could ever cum that much. Plus, while I know Max is interested, Cam isn’t.

And now that I think of it, Max has a turtle pillow. Noah has the avocado. I was so into it, and it felt so real, that my brain just went with it.

As reality sets in, I realize this dream might have been one of the most satisfying sexual experiences I’ve had in a very long time, and compares only to Mexico. My underwear is completely drenched. I’ve had some fun wet dreams, but that was mind blowing. And unlike a lot of them, I’m still vividly holding onto the details.

“What were you dreaming about, anyway?”

I can’t be honest. “Someone was chasing me, but then… I don’t know, I was falling? And then I woke up. It was, um… terrifying.”

“I hate those nightmares,” she said, patting my arm. “I’m going to get the coffee started.”

***

I opted for a shower, since my crotch is so cummy. As the water beat down on me, I relived my startlingly realistic dream. I’m not going to lie, if Max initiated and Cam not only assented but actively encouraged things, I’m not sure how long I could hold out. I sure as fuck want to, that’s for sure. 

But then I remember the abject terror I felt when I thought Kim walked in on us. And if I’m being completely honest, Max calling me “Daddy” while I was six inches deep in his backside feels weird. I love him like a son, and while it’s obviously more complicated than that, the boy desperately needs a father. We both may want it to be more than that, but Max deserves a man willing to prioritize his needs over either of our basest desires. Love trumps lust, and that’s all there is to it.

Kim did leave for brunch with friends, and I did put on college football (and the Cornhuskers did suck — they really used to be a powerhouse?). I was checking our portfolio on my phone when Max and Cam barreled through the door. 

My pulse spiked. “Hey Craig. I want to see Max’s new room before Daddy gets me in about fifteen minutes. Is that okay?”

I nodded. Max leaned down and hugged me. At least I’m fully clothed, unlike in the dream. “Can I get a good morning kiss? I felt like I got the shaft last night when you only gave me a lame side hug. Like I was just Noah or something.” He’s smirking, the little shit.

Jesus. ‘Shaft.’ Why does it feel so awkward around him now? I’ve gotta get over this, and fast. Like Stacy has pointed out, Max has become very affectionate the last couple of months. If I suddenly begin to withhold, he’ll feel rejected.

I squeezed him back and kissed the top of his head. God, his hair smells so good, like lavender and honey. “I don’t think Noah even got a hug. You’re spoiled, young man.”

This, a platonic hug and kiss, is what we need. The other thing — that’s just a want. An itch that can’t be scratched no matter how badly we ache for relief.

“Don’t worry, we know we don’t have time for a quickie,” Cam declared.

“Besides, I don’t think I could cum again yet if I tried,” Max responded flatly.

I laughed nervously. He absolutely has no idea what he does to me.

Cam, however, seems to. He swiftly gave him a swat. “Max! You know better than to tease Craig like that. It’s mean.”

Startled and suddenly sheepish, Max rubbed his rear. “Sorry sir.”

I decided to ignore it. “Did you ever download the app that controls the LED light color, now that you have your phone back?”

“Oh, that’s a good idea! I forgot. Thanks for mentioning it!”

And with that, they happily scampered up the stairs. And damn if their shorts don’t set off those delectable little peaches. God help me. 

*** End of Chapter 44 ***

Authors’ Note: whew, you made it!

We hope the wait for this chapter was worth it, and people didn’t find the dream sequence hokey. We know thisside of the story doesn’t have much overt smut these days (although we do try to work in some plausible erotica when we can), and thought that was a creative way to incorporate a touch of sex.

Craig is devoted to being (mostly) ethical and honorable, despite the sacrifice that entails, and we suspect most readers can relate to that. Like us, we assume if you’ve stuck around this far into their saga, you use these fictional stories as a relief-valve for those persistent, secret desires no one else understands or approves of. Hell, maybe you don’t, either.

So, do you find something relatable in Craig’s inner-conflict, or his role as a platonic surrogate father-figure to an incredible boy? Been there?

As always, feel free to send feedback: craigpwriter888@tutanota.com