Max’s Awakening #18
Author’s notes:
At the end of the last chapter of Max’s Awakening, Max had taken a monumental leap by taking Craig’s cock into his mouth. Most of you have probably already read about how that turned out, at least from Craig’s point of view in the latest chapter of Max’s Freudian Slip. If not, it might be worth reading (after reading this chapter) – I have NOT replicated the entire dialogues from that chapter. Max instead gives more of a summary here.
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Chapter 18 – Complicated
Sucking Craig’s man dick was a lot like sucking Jackson’s, only Craig was quite a bit hairier. And his dick was a little bit longer and just a tiny bit bigger around too. It would get all the way into my throat and if I didn’t concentrate, it would make me start to gag. So it was a bit of a challenge, but hey - I like challenges.
I thought Craig would wake up pretty fast, but he didn’t really move at all until just before he shot. And I sucked him for quite a while before that happened. Maybe even ten or fifteen minutes! He murmured something a couple of times but I couldn’t make out what he was saying. It sounded like when someone talks in their sleep and just mumbles.
As I licked and sucked his dick while he lay there motionless, it gave me time to think about what I was doing. I briefly wondered if I should stop, but then I thought about some of things that Craig’s told me the past couple of months. In Madison, he had told me he would love to get a blow job to wake him up, as long as it wasn’t from someone gross or something. And he also told me there that he would have sucked me to show me how if it weren’t illegal. I am pretty sure Cam told me you only have to be 14 and have sex in Mexico with anyone, so I don’t think that mattered. Craig had also told me he thought boys were cute because it reminded of his friends he did stuff with. So I really thought he would like it once he woke up. I thought it would be a nice surprise.
That’s what I thought for a few minutes, but then I started telling myself I was just trying to come up with excuses to justify doing what I WANTED – to just suck a dick again! I’d been so horny with the whole thing with Eduardo and Cam had also sent me some sexy snaps. I was dying to play with and feel a cock in my mouth again. I guess deep down I knew what I was doing probably wasn’t a good idea. But then I also remembered what Craig had told me when he found out about Cam and I sexting. He told us that we are in control of our bodies and should be able to do what we wanted with them at our age. Well, at my age, what I really wanted to do was suck his dick.
So yeah, I just kept going. But it didn’t turn out that well, at least not at first. Just before he exploded, he woke up. He straightened his body and said ‘Huh,’ before he moaned loudly as his cock flooded my mouth with his warm jizz. It might just be my imagination, but grown up cum sure seemed thicker and had more of that ‘cum’ taste than any of my friends. Or maybe it was just a matter of Craig not having cum in a while or something. I doubt he had been jerking off in the shower every day like I had.
I stayed under the sheets for several seconds as I savored Craig’s juice and watched his cock start to deflate. Finally Craig said something. “JESUS….FUCKING….CHRIST!” he said. I thought that meant he had liked what I had done - a lot - but I was wrong. He meant it as “what the fuck were you doing Max?” and got mad at me.
I tried to explain to him why I thought it was ok – bringing up all the things he had told me in Madison and when we talked about the Snapchat, but he was still angry. He said he was a grown up and I was just a kid and he now had to be worried about getting arrested like my dad. I told him that was stupid, because I wouldn’t tell anyone anyway and also it was dumb because I’m 14, not 9 or 10. That’s a huge difference. I mean Cam and I are already fucking, so what’s the big deal with me sucking a guy’s dick?
He tried to tell me that I might get older and think he had tricked me into doing this. I thought that was really stupid. I did it because I wanted to. But he said if people found out they would think he spent the last few months getting me ok with the idea and planting the idea in my head or something. It didn’t make any sense to me. And as we talked, I kind of started to get angry because was doing something he never does: He was treating me like a little kid!
He told me that doing sex stuff would maybe mess up our friendship, but I didn’t think so. It hadn’t changed anything when I sucked Noah. Or Jackson. And with Ian and Spencer, it’s actually made us better friends! We’re all still friends and we actually probably trust each MORE because we’ve done stuff and trust each other more.
As we kept talking, Craig told me more stuff that made me feel kind of sorry for him. He tried to tell me he was a real live pedo and that he really likes boys. He had kind of told me that back in Madison, but I didn’t really get that he was attracted to boys THAT MUCH. He told me he likes boys my age and even finds younger ones cute, but that he would never do anything with one. He admitted he reads sexy stories about men and boys and jerks off to them and also jerks off thinking about boys, but again swore that he would never actually do anything with one. Well he wouldn’t have, but then I kind of blew it. He said he’d be trying his whole grown up life to behave and not do bad stuff like my dad did and get in trouble. It was like he had a perfect routine going and then I kind of ruined it. After he explained all that, I started feeling bad.
We stopped talking for a while, and as we were silent I thought about what it must be like to not be able to have something you really desired. Like, if I weren’t able to see Cam anymore, or have a boyfriend, or eat pizza, I would be really depressed. So, I can’t imagine what it would be like to be a guy who would want to be with younger guys or teens or whatever, but never be able to.
I decided to say something that I thought might make him feel better. “You know I really WANTED to do that right? I REALLY like sucking dick Craig. I’ve loved sucking everyone’s I’ve sucked on so far, including yours. And, honestly, I’ve actually been thinking about playing with yours ever since the first night at the restaurant when I checked you out in the bathroom. I’ve even jerked off thinking about sucking your dick, ok? So I’m just a big of pervert as you are.” Part of that was a bit of a lie to make him feel better. I’d definitely looked at his dick. Several times even. That was legit. And I did think about what it would be like to play with a grown up one LIKE his, but I hadn’t really gone as far as jerking off thinking about sucking him.
I was super shocked when my comment made him laugh. I was trying to be serious to make him feel better and couldn’t get why he would laugh at me. Was he treating me like a dumb little kid again? “What?” I asked, getting mad. “Why the f are you laughing? I was being serious!”
“I know,” he said. “It just struck me as funny because I’ve been thinking about playing with your dick ever since that night too.” That surprised me. But it made me happy, because if he wanted to play with my dick and I wanted to play with his, like we both want the same things, so why shouldn’t we make each other happy? Plus I realized something else. Craig has wanted to play with a young guy dick like mine for like the last 25 years or something. He’s been so awesome for me this whole year, so why shouldn’t I give him something he’s been dying for?
“Then you should do it Craig,” I told him. I had another reason for wanting him to play with my dick or maybe suck me. I was still horny as fuck from sucking him. I wasn’t boned still, but I could feel precum on my leg and dammit I really needed to cum and I was tired of just jerking off.
“Do what?” he asked.
“Play with mine. Really! Why shouldn’t YOU get to do something you’ve wanted to do your whole life at least once?” While I was talking I got up on my knees and climbed onto his chest. My butt planted down in the middle of his patch chest hair. His hair tickled my ass. It felt cool. “Go ahead. Suck me! I won’t tell anyone. I swear.”
He didn’t say anything for a few seconds. I had about convinced myself he wasn’t going to do anything other than push me off of him and tell me to get lost. I figured I would probably be going to have a wank in the shower. But then he reached out with his finger and wiped a drop of precum of my cock and licked it. His eyes got kind of big when he tasted it, so it must have tasted good. It reminded me of a porno Cam and I had watched a while back. It was one of those with an older guy and younger dude that we like to watch sometimes. The young dude had blasted his load and the old guy got some on his finger and tasted it. In the movie, the younger dude asked the older guy in this sexy and kind of whiny gay voice: ‘Taste good doesn’t it daddy.’
I don’t know what made me say it, but I repeated that line from the movie. “Taste good daddy?” I asked him, almost laughing. And then it was like a switch went off or something, because Craig opened his mouth and grabbed me and pulled me towards him. He pulled my cock towards his mouth and he sucked it in. He was immediately like an absolute madman sucking me! It reminded me of a hungry lion tearing away at their prey. He would kiss my cock all over and then suck me some and then lick my balls. He would move from one thing to the next really fast, like he couldn’t decide what he wanted to do. But it was obvious that he was enjoying it by the sounds he was making. It felt good for me too (obviously!). I could definitely tell he had sucked some dicks at some point, because he was pretty good at it.
His big hands were all over me. They roamed from my back and butt to my chest and even onto my legs. He stopped and gently rubbed on the area just above my dick, where I had noticed the day before that my pubes were starting to come back in. It was time to shave again.
After several minutes Craig stopped and looked up at me, as if he’d just suddenly realized what he was doing or something. I just looked down at him and smiled and told him to keep going. I was just starting to feel the beginnings of a nice orgasm develop, and there was no way I was going to let him stop now. I badly needed a good cum.
I started moving my hips to push my boner in and out of his mouth. I’m not sure what he was doing exactly, but however he was working his tongue felt fantastic on the head of my dick as it pistoned in and out of his warm mouth. Yeah, I was definitely not going to last much longer. The one thing that felt really new and different was the stubble on his chin rubbing against my balls. It felt weird. It kind of tickled but it was also kind of abrasive.
My gyrations became faster as the tingle of my orgasm built. Craig’s hands were planted on my ass cheeks, pulling me back and forth in rhythm. Eventually I think my pace became too frenzied and he let go, giving me the freedom to move even faster. My hips gyrated like an expert twerker! Oh god, my orgasm was coming and coming fast. I could actually feel the jizz rising up from my balls. “Oh shit Craig, oh shit!” I yelled. “I’m going to cum.”
He gripped my ass with both hands and tried to hold me still. I think he wanted this to go on longer but it was way too late. My whole body was shaking as the orgasm shuddered through me. “Ahhhhhhhh,” I yelled out and froze. I felt three quick jets of cum quickly squirt out of my cock. It was as intense an orgasm as I’ve had since Cam fucked me the first time. I felt a couple more squirts leave my dick and then it was so sensitive, I had to get it out of his mouth. I rolled off of him and onto the cool sheets and was gasping to catch my breath.
“Thanks,” Craig mumbled.
“No! Thank you,” I told him. “I’ve been so fucking horny since we left and that was amazing.”
“It couldn’t possibly have felt better than that did for me. Thank so much Max. Brought back a lot of great memories,” he said before pausing. “But…..”
“But what?” I asked.
“It was great, but we really can’t do that again? OK? I loved that you gave me that opportunity, but we just can’t, ok?” he replied.
“Yeah, I know,” I answered. I really hadn’t thought about a repeat to be honest, so I basically just went along with what he was saying. I knew he probably felt weird about it.
“And you can’t tell a soul Max. Nobody! Not even Cam,” he went on. That made me laugh, because I knew if I did tell Cam, he would just be jealous and wouldn’t care anyway. “What’s so funny? I wasn’t joking Max.”
“Cam would be jealous,” I told him. “He thinks you’re a hunk.”
“Max! Stop! I’m serious. My whole life depends on you keeping it a secret.”
“OK,” I shrugged. “But I’m telling you he wouldn’t care.”
“Max!” he said, giving me a look of total seriousness.
“Ok,” I agreed. But damn, I really wanted to tell Cam about this.
“Max,” he spoke again, this time quietly.
“Yeah?”
“I love you buddy. I really do,” he said.
“Me too”
I gave him a long hug. I felt good. I was sure I made him happy, even though it had been awkward for a little bit. I realized I desperately needed to piss, so I broke free from our hug. I noticed Craig’s cock was rock hard and sticking straight up. Blowing me had really gotten him horny! “You got quite a boner Craig. You really should take care of that before we go to breakfast. Someone might notice,” I said as I climbed from bed and marched to the pisser.
***
I realized things were a little weird with Craig as soon as we got to breakfast. He was unusually quiet and even when I tried to ask him about what we might see diving on Saturday, he didn’t perk up. I wasn’t sure what his deal was.
After breakfast he wouldn’t do anything other than lay around on a lounger and play with his phone. I started to get the idea that he didn’t want to be around me, like he was maybe mad about what had happened. They even played water polo and I couldn’t get him to play. All the other kids were like ‘where’s your dad Max?’ because the game wasn’t as fun without him. So then it made me a little down, because I thought maybe my alarm clock BJ had upset Craig and now even other people weren’t having fun because of it.
The one good thing was that I at least had Eduardo and Marcelo to hang around with. Even Peter was being nicer that morning. There weren’t any girls around to hit on so he was left having to hang out with us. And at least having blasted a big load with Craig, I wasn’t being so obsessed with Eduardo.
I did finally get Craig out of the chair to go eat lunch with me and Eduardo. We were tired of burgers and wanted to go to the lunch buffet for a change. But even then Craig was quiet while Eduardo and I laughed about Peter and some other things. I still couldn’t figure out what Craig’s deal was.
***
Then something happened that took my mind of Craig. After lunch Eduardo and I were going to head to the beach. Craig went back to his lounger to be a lazy bum. I told Eduardo I had to piss first though and he said he did too. So we marched off to the bathroom together.
We ended up side by side at the urinals again. And of course I spied on him. He barely had to piss, so I think he went just to look at my dick, or to show me his! He did the same thing he did last time. He played with his foreskin, drawing it back and forth over his fat pink head several times. This time I looked up at him and there was no mistaking it, he was staring down at my dick (which I of course wasn’t trying to hide at all). He just smiled at me.
I don’t know if it’s like this for all 14 year old dudes, but I immediately went from not horny at all to boning up fast. I tucked my growing dick back into my swim trunks (I had actually given my Speedo the day off – which was a good thing, because a boner in those would be obvious to EVERYEONE!) “Um, can we run up to my room real fast,” I asked as we left the bathroom. “I want to check my phone.”
He just nodded and smiled at me. God, I hoped he was thinking what I was.
We got to my room and I grabbed my phone. I decided to ask him about Marcelo on that first day and what he was pointing at. “I have a question,” I told him. I typed it out on the translator app because I wasn’t sure he would understand it in English. “What was Marcelo pointing at and saying that first day when we changed clothes?” I typed before hitting the translate button and handed him the phone.
He chuckled. “He’d never seen a penis without skin on the end,” he typed back. So Craig was right. Then he took the phone again and added, “I had not either.” He smiled at me when he handed it back. No wonder he kept staring. If I hadn’t seen Spencer’s, I would have been staring at his even more too.
I decided to crack a joke. “OH! So it wasn’t because my penis is so big?” I typed out. I handed him the phone after it translated, grinning.
He shook his head and laughed. “You pene not big,” he answered in broken English, not needing the translation app. I assumed pene was penis.
“What?” I asked, very sarcastically. I was bold and pushed my trunks down. “This is huuuuuuuuuge!” I said pointing at my half hard cock.
He laughed loudly, covering his mouth, but he didn’t take his eyes off my cock. “No! No! No!” he replied as he untied the strings on his shorts. He pushed them down and his dick flopped out. “ESTE es enorme!” he said pointing at his soft dick, the skin extending over the head.
Neither of said anything for a few seconds, but we both were focused on each other’s dick just hanging out on display. We glanced up at each other and we were both smiling. Without a word we both reached for each other’s dick at the same time. I gripped his fat brown dick just as his hand softly wrapped around mine. I gave his a few tugs as his fingers ran up and down mine and traced around the exposed head.
“Esta bien?” he asked. I knew that meant “ok?”.
“Oh yes. Esta bien,” I answered. This was definitely way more than OK.
We stood facing each other and slowly stroked each other. I loved watching his cock grow until his pink head was poking out even without me pushing back on his skin. It looked so nice and inviting. It was bright pink and a little bit shiny. I wanted to suck it so bad, but I wasn’t sure he would be ok with that. I was just happy that my gaydar had been accurate and he wanted to play at all. Cam was going to love hearing about this. I’d been telling him about Eduardo.
I saw a drop of pre-cum ooze from my piss slit. I stopped stroking Eduardo’s cock and stepped slightly to the right so the heads of our cocks lined up. I rubbed my cock head against his, smearing the slick juice all over his shiny head, making it even shinier. It felt nice to rub our heads together like that.
Then what Eduardo did next blew my freaking mind. “Stop!” he said. “Una idea”. He took his cock from my hand and pulled his skin all the way back. Then he put his head right up against mine and pushed his skin towards the end. I couldn’t believe what happened. His skin slid over his dick head and then over MINE! It was like his dick was eating mine up. He held the skin against my cock and rubbed it back and forth. It was like his skin was jerking us both off. It felt good, but it looked even more amazing. It was so cool.
“MIerda!” I yelled, remembering my Spanish. “That’s awesome!” I told him.
“Si! Si!” he answered. “Me too. I like mucho,” he said.
Both of our cocks got even harder and started pointing more upwards, making it difficult for him to keep our dicks joined together. My legs were getting tired of standing still so I pointed towards the bed. We both shuffled over to it, our trunks around our ankles and we plopped down on the freshly made bed. (Thank god the maid had already come and wasn’t in our room when we got there!) We rolled to each other and brought our dicks together. Without a word we started grinding against each other as we lay side by side. His dick was fatter than mine but not really that much longer, once we were both hard. It just looked longer against his super skinny body and when it was soft with the skin dangling over the end.
His pubes were stiff and wiry though, sprouting out from around the base of his dick. The sparse hairs tickled my abs as we rubbed against each other. I could smell the guacamole he had for lunch on Eduardo’s breath, as our faces were near each other. I wanted to lean in and kiss him, but was afraid he wouldn’t like it. He was starting to breathe heavier and heavier.
I pulled away from him and sat up. I scooted against the headboard, leaning back on the pillows. He kicked off his swim trunks and sat beside me. We immediately started jerking each other. I made sure my knuckle was rubbing the underside of his shiny pink head with every stroke. Pretty soon he was moaning. “Mi Dios!” he kept saying over and over, which I knew meant basically OMG! I started jerking him faster and he squeezed my dick tighter and started jerking me faster as well. He didn’t have the best angle, as I had turned slightly to be able to expertly manipulate his dick. As his moans got louder, he let go of my dick and watched as I jerked him faster and faster, his skin sliding up and over his head with each stroke. Suddenly his hips arched and his cock twitched twice and he yelled out a muffled moan of delight. Small squirts of watery cum flew from his dick and splattered across his chest. He quickly pushed my hand from his dick. A little bit of his cum got on my hand and I licked it off and the look of shock on his face was priceless, like eating cum was not something he’d ever thought about.
I waited a few seconds for him to finish jerking me off but he never started, so I took my cock back into my own familiar hand and started jerking. He watched closely, but never lifted a finger. I get it, sometimes after you have your orgasm you don’t feel like doing much. And I honestly didn’t care; I’d gotten to play with his thick uncut meat, so I was happy.
I knew how to make myself cum and it didn’t take long before I had a small pool of whitish yellowish Max jizz just below my belly button.
“Wow,” he said, evidently impressed by the thickness of my juice.
“Be right back. Toalla,” I told him as I went to get a towel. I wiped off my chest and brought a towel back to him to wipe off his own chest.
He quickly wiped off, stood up and pulled on his trunks. He seemed a little shy and embarrassed now that we were done. “I have to go,” he said.
“Ok. I’ll come back down in a few minutes,” I told him. I wanted to text Cam about this before went back down.
I shut the door and immediately found my phone. I facetimed Cam. He was getting ready to go to the gym and getting dressed in his room. I told him all about jerking off with Eduardo and he thought it was really cool. He told me next time he wanted some pictures of his thick Mexican dick. I told him I would try.
“I miss you Max,” he told me before he had to hang up.
“I miss you too Cam. Love you,” I told him.
“I love you too bud. When you get home I am going to fuck you so hard,” he said before hanging up. Damn, Cam has a way of making me horny even when I just came. I made a point to put my Speedo on to work on that tan line some more. Cam would really like fucking me with a sexy tan line.
***
My little fun time with Eduardo had temporarily taken my mind off how Craig had been acting aloof. Getting off and playing with his awesome dick had me in a really awesome mood and I couldn’t wait to go have fun the rest of the day, even if Craig was being a downer.
But the day went to shit really fast. I went down to the snack bar and Eduardo was there with most of his family. Marcelo saw me coming and started to get up and run to me, but Eduardo grabbed him and made him sit back down. That was really weird. I couldn’t figure out what was up. Then I approached them and ask him if he wanted to do something and he practically growled at me. “NO!” he said sharply. “I am eating with my family.” So weird. 30 minutes ago I was jerking him off, and now he acts like he hates me.
I took my burger and went to see what Craig was up to. I thought maybe he would be ready to hang out or go play volleyball, but he gave me a cold shoulder again and said he was just getting ready to take a nap. What is with this people? “Fuck it” I said to myself and headed to the beach to play volleyball by myself. I wasn’t even hungry anymore and slammed my burger in a trash can on the way to the beach.
When I got there, there were two teams playing and Peter was hanging on the side with some older boys and a couple girls our age, none of whom I had seen before. “We already got a team for next,” he said rather emphatically and then added “Speedo boy”, which earned him chuckles from his new group of friends. It seems Peter finally found his crowd. But the message to me was clear: “get lost”.
As I walked away, I heard him whisper “He’s so gay.” I was marching away and Antonio, the activities staff that was running the game tried to stop me. “You can play on a team amigo. I’ll find you a place.”
“Don’t worry about it,” I said in a huff as I headed towards the bar.
I got a virgin strawberry daiquiri and found an empty chair on the deck by the bar. This sucked. “What the hell did I do wrong?” I wondered to myself. I couldn’t believe I was bothered by Peter as I was. I mean I didn’t give shit about the Speedo comment, but the gay comment worried me. I had a feeling of dread. Was it possible the Eduardo told him about what we did? Did he start feeling guilty about it or something and confess to his parents and then tell them I started it all? That was stupid to think I know, but my imagination was kind of running wild.
I desperately wanted to talk to Cam. I finished my drink and went back up to the room and got my phone. I tried several times to reach him but he never answered. I figured he was still at the gym, but kept hoping he might just be taking a break.
I finally gave up. I headed back outside to get another drink and at least work on my tan. I got another drink at the beach bar and just chilled on a lounger, alone. I was feeling really down. Having Eduardo get weird on me really had me bothered. I was kind of hoping he would maybe want to come up to my room again tomorrow or the next day. I would have loved to have gotten a chance to suck him. But if he didn’t want to hang out, I’d have to find someone new to chill with. A couple of the other kids were ok, but Eduardo and I had a special connection. At least I thought we did. I was feeling homesick all of a sudden. All I really wanted was to be back in Minnesota, cuddled up with Cam. If I had an option to go home right then, I might have taken it.
I actually fell asleep after thinking over the day’s events. Before dozing off, I kind of came to the realization that sometimes doing sex stuff with people can fuck up your relationship. I was clueless about that because so far it hadn’t. Not with Cam, Noah, Jackson, Ian, or Spencer. That was until I was so stupid to think an adult would want me to suck him off. I still didn’t know what Eduardo’s deal was, but I knew us messing around surely had something to do with it. Why do people get so weird? I mean it’s just sex? What’s the big deal?
After I woke up, I sat on the edge of the deck and watch the cruise ships get pushed out to sea and depart. They were so big but moved so smoothly. I was still sitting there when Craig found me.
“There you are,” he said. “You’re a hard guy to find.”
“Yeah, I guess,” I mumbled.
“Well, we got to be getting ready for dinner and then guess what?” he said. I could tell he was kind of excited about something.
“What,” I asked as I slowly got up.
“Tonight is that men vs. women show I was telling you about. You’ll love it.”
“Ok cool,” I said.
“You ok,” he asked. I am sure he could tell I was bumming. But I didn’t really want to talk about it.
“Fine,” I said loudly and started walking back towards the room.
***
I showered quickly and tried to call Cam while Craig got ready. But he was having dinner with his mom so he couldn’t really talk and I certainly couldn’t talk to him about what was going on with his mom right there. He promised we could talk later. I texted him that I really had to talk to him and it was kind of important. I called Noah too, but didn’t really have a very good conversation. It wasn’t like I could get into what had me down with him. We just talked about stuff that didn’t matter.
Craig kept trying to talk to me at dinner but I didn’t really feel like saying much. He didn’t want to do anything earlier, so now I was kind of giving it back to him. It was kind of a shitty way to let him know I wasn’t in a good mood, but I didn’t know what else to do. I couldn’t really talk to him about it, at least not at dinner with other people around.
After dinner, I told Craig I didn’t really feel like going to the show and I could tell he was really disappointed about missing it. But he didn’t argue with me at least.
As soon as we got to the room he pulled me over to the couch and sat down next to me. “Ok Max, you have to tell me what’s going on. Are you upset about this morning?” he asked. I shook my head. “What is it then? You’re not getting sick are you?” He even felt my forehead thinking I had a fever or something. I shook my head.
“Can we just go back home, like tomorrow?” I asked. I was embarrassed because I even starting to cry when I asked.
“Huh? What? Are you homesick Max? Missing Cam?”
“No, I feel fine. Just everyone here hates me,” I answered.
He seemed surprised. “What are you talking about Max? Nobody hates you.”
“You do!” I said emphatically.
“What? I don’t hate you. Why would you even think that?” he asked.
“You barely talked to me all day and wouldn’t do anything fun. You are mad about what we did, aren’t you?” I replied. A real tear ran down my cheek and I wiped it off. I was sure this day had ruined everything.
“Max! No! Dude! I was quiet and chilling because I was hung-over. That’s all. I was pretty drunk last night, remember? I did have a lot on my mind with what we did, but Max, I love you just as much as ever. Maybe even more.” He wrapped his arms around me and squeezed me. It felt really nice. I hadn’t even thought about him feeling yucky from being drunk. It made me feel even stupider. He kissed me on my head.
“Really? You’re not mad,” I asked.
“No way man. I’m sorry I gave you that impression.” He hugged me even tighter and rubbed my back. It was making me feel better. “Now who else do you think hates you?” he asked.
“Eduardo. Peter. And probably their whole family.”
“What are you talking about? Eduardo and you were best friends at lunch.”
“Yeah, but that was before we did …. stuff.”
“Stuff?”
“Yeah. You know. Sex stuff.”
“What?” He was clearly surprised.
I told him about what we had done. I told him all about how he had put on a show with his foreskin a few days ago and then did it again today. I told him how he was definitely checking me out when I pissed and then excitedly came up to our room. I told him about us joking about having big dicks and how we ended up with our shorts pulled down and how we reached for each other at the same time. At least that’s how I hoped it happened? Did I just imagine that or did I go first and then he felt like he had to do it too?
I told him we had a good time I made him cum and then came myself. I told him about how he seemed fine when he left but was suddenly acting angry when I went down to the snack bar.
“Ah Max, I get why you’re upset now,” he answered and put his arm around me. “You’re probably afraid he told everyone too, right?”
“Yes!” Sometimes I swear Craig can read my mind.
Craig told me there was no way he told anyone and that he was sure he knew what was going on. He told me catholic boys like Eduardo always feel really guilty about doing stuff, especially their first time. I guess I didn’t know for sure it was his first time, but it seemed like it probably was. Craig told me about a friend of his in 7th grade who weirded out after they had messed around at a sleepover. He said he got to feeling guilty and worrying that he was going to hell and stuff like that. But he said the kid came around and even invited Craig to his house the very next weekend and they did even more advanced stuff – like the kid put his dick in Craig’s butt crack!
I couldn’t believe it. Eduardo sure didn’t seem like he would come around. Craig pretended to do some calculations on his phone with Eduardo’s age and some other things and told me that by 11:30 the next day he’d want to be friends again and would probably be begging me to do even more stuff. I didn’t think he could possibly be right. “You really think so?” I asked. “Are you drunk again?”
“Nope. Not drunk at all. Haven’t had a drink yet today. And yes, I really think so. Give him a night to come around. It was probably his first time with another boy and he’s going to have to get used to the fact that he’s committed such a horrible sin.” When he said horrible sin, he waved his hands to make fun of the idea that playing with another guy was wrong. “There’s no doubt from what you told me he wanted to do it. Maybe not as bad as you my little horny friend, but he wanted it.”
“I know he did. You really think he’ll be okay tomorrow.” I still couldn’t see how it could be true.
“Yup.”
I decided to ask Craig about all the stuff I had been thinking about down by the ocean. “Craig? Why does everything have to be so complicated? Why are people so hung up on sex? What’s wrong with two people enjoying each other anyway, even if they are different ages? Why do parents have to freak out about kids being gay? Why we can’t be more like the Spartans?” Cam had told me about the Spartans and I had read all about how the Spartan warriors would fool around with each other for fun and it was normal and no big deal.
“The Spartans?” he asked, surprised.
I explained. “Yeah! Cam told me about it so I read about them. Their warriors would do stuff with each other all the time and it was like, normal. And they would even do stuff with boys they were mentoring too. Like the boys would pleasure the warriors and stuff.”
Craig said he knew all about the Spartans. He said he had a history professor in college that did a whole lecture on them and that he almost had to go back to his dorm and jerk off afterwards thinking about it. He told me he was surprised I had thought so much about all this and thought I was very mature for having researched gay history.
He pulled me up and gave me huge hug. “I love you Max. I promise I’ll be back to my normal self tomorrow and we’ll do all the fun games around here. Or maybe we can rent a jeep and drive around the island or something, give Eduardo more time to come around, ok?”
I was feeling a lot better about everything after talking to Craig. Which is not really a surprise. He has always been the one to talk to when I really needed it. That’s why it hurt so much to think he was mad at me. But then I felt bad, because I realized us talking had made him miss at least part of the funny show. “Thanks Craig. I love you. Sorry for ruining our dinner and evening. Do you still want to try to go catch the rest of the show?” I thought maybe we could at least see the end of it or something.
No sooner than I asked, all hell broke loose outside. Lightning, thunder and a total freaking downpour hit. I was glad we weren’t outside at the theater because we would be drenched! With the show clearly cancelled, we just ended up watching TV. We found a good movie on pay per view and I cuddled up with him and we watched it together. I loved being in Craig’s arms. It was like he really was my dad.
When the movie was over we headed to bed. I wasn’t sure if Craig would want me to sleep naked after what happened this morning. I thought maybe it would be too weird or something. I asked him if I could sleep naked. Not only did he tell me it was ok, he took off his shorts and underwear too and climbed into bed. “After this morning, I have to trust you Max. And I DO trust you,” he told me.
I stripped and climbed in the other side. “Thanks,” I said and leaned across the bed and kissed Craig on his cheek. “Thanks again for bringing me Craig. Sorry tonight was a bummer. I love you.”
“I love you too,” he told me. “And don’t worry about today,” he told me as we both settled into our pillows. “This morning was the most amazing thing I’ve gotten to do in a long time.” He leaned over and gave me a kiss on my forehead. “Goodnight, I love you Max.”
“Love you too,” I replied. It had been a long crazy day, but I went to sleep a happy dude again.
** End of Chapter 18 **
Author’s notes:
So Max learns sex can complicate things, at least sometimes. All part of growing up, eh?
Will Eduardo come around or suffer inside his guilty conscious?
I am not sure I love my writing in this chapter… I think I might end up revising it at some point, but I wanted to get the next installment out.
Thanks as always for the continued feedback craigpnifty@protonmail.com