Max’s Awakening #20
Author’s notes:
Important: I have resubmitted this chapter. If you read it previously, you might want to read it again. I changed the end of the chapter significantly (the part after they get back to the hotel and Eduardo and Max are on the beach)! Many thanks to J who had a lot to do with this rewrite; supplying ideas and some great editing. If you want to jump to what changed, do a find on ‘REVISED’.
At the end of Chapter 19, Craig had woken Max with a long, slow BJ; edging him until he had an epic orgasm. Now the rest of their (mostly) fantastic Friday in Mexico…..
Chapter 20 – Crazy Friday
As we marched off to the shower, I was a little worried that Craig would think I asked to shower together because I wanted to play around even more. I mean I know I’m 14 and supposed to be horny as fuck constantly, but after two pretty intense cums that morning; I was actually sexed out for a while. I honestly just asked him to shower together so we could get to breakfast sooner. I was starving and Craig had mentioned maybe checking out the island, so I was ready to get going. And… I thought if we got moving early, there was less chance I’d run into Eduardo at breakfast. I just didn’t need the awkwardness with him right then.
The shower turned out fine. Our room had a huge shower and all we did was take turns washing up and rinsing off. Craig didn’t try to start anything. But I realized part way through that there’s something about showering with someone that just makes you feel closer to them. I mean if you can shower together, it’s obvious you are truly comfortable with each other – being that close and naked and not caring and all. As we showered, it also made a distant memory pop back into my head. I remembered showering with my dad when I was little, when I was maybe 3 or 4 years old. I hadn’t thought of that in years, but the memory popped into my head in an instant and it was surprisingly vivid. In my mind, I could see his body as I would have from the height of a little boy. I was looking up at him, his penis staring back down at me just a few inches above. My dad’s dick always had a slight upwards curve at the end and the image filled my head. The memory was so vivid that it was like I had just been in the shower with him again! It made me wonder if that was the perhaps the beginning of my fascination with cock.
Anyway, I shook my head, erasing the memory. I thought it was odd to have recalled that. But it made me feel kind of good about showering with Craig. I mean, he’s not my dad, though we’ve told a bunch of people on this trip that he is, but I think it’s kind of cool we were doing something dads and sons often do. Something I did with my real dad. I dunno, you’ll probably think this sounds stupid, but showering with him just made it feel more real that he was at least like a dad anyway.
As we showered, I got to wondering what made Craig change his mind about doing sex stuff with me. The day before, he was all like ‘we can’t do this again’, and then he wakes me up with a blow job! (One that made my toes curl up.) As we got out of the shower and were drying off, I straight up asked him about it.
He said it was me who convinced him that it was okay! It was our talk the night before about the Spartans and all that. Anyway, he said just hearing me talk about it made him realize there was nothing wrong with us sharing ourselves with each other. He said it was wrong a lot of times for men and guys my age to do stuff, but he thought it was different with us because he knew I was truly ok with it and even wanted it. He wasn’t wrong. And I totally agree with him. I’m not worried about it. It really didn’t feel weird to me at all. It’s just sex.
He did tell me something else though. He said once we got back to Minneapolis we couldn’t keep doing it. That made sense, and it’s odd, because even after this morning I’d kind of was already assuming this was something that would stop once the trip was over. I don’t even know what gave me that impression; it’s just something I somehow knew. Once I am back with Cam, I’ll be thinking mostly about doing stuff with him anyway. It’s always special with Cam.
So I did confirm with Craig that we still had four more days here though. And the way he answered, with a huge grin, told me he thought we could play at least around more before we left. That made me happy. He did tell me one more thing. He said he would rather I start things from now on, just so he would know for sure I wanted to be doing whatever it was. Um… yeah, that’s not a problem. It’s not like I am shy, right?
***
We talked all through breakfast about all the places we could go on the island. I really had no idea there was so much to see on Cozumel! We didn’t see hardly anything when we had stopped here on a cruise. We would be gone all day from the resort to see everything - which was perfect, because I wouldn’t have to deal with the obnoxious people at the resort. I needed a break from Eduardo, Peter, and Peter’s new ‘gang’. Breakfast had worked out too – there was no sign of Eduardo or his family, so I didn’t have to avoid them. When I finished eating, I really need to go to the bathroom, so I went back to the room while Craig finished his coffee.
Our day was sweet! We drove up north of town to this beach club and did some snorkeling. It wasn’t as cool as diving but was still fun. Then we went to this other beach club that had blow up slides and pyramids in the water. I had seen them from the boat when we had been diving and thought they looked fun. I would have stayed longer, but Craig got gassed worn out quickly climbing up them and went and had a beer at the bar. I didn’t want to make him wait, so we moved on to the southern tip of the island and checked out this lighthouse and some sea crocodiles. Very cool!
We went to this bar place and had a snack and some drinks. It was up on this cliff and the views were really tight. They had parrots that could talk too. While were downing some nachos, the bartender brought out this huge photo album to show us. I guess they take those instant photos of women who like to show off their boobs. The pictures were honestly kind of funny. They didn’t turn me on (obviously). I mean I saw a ton of boobs at the nudist resort. I think the bartender was thinking it would be cool for a dad and his kid to spend time looking at boobies or something, but we took it back to him pretty quickly. “Too bad they don’t have a dick version,” I told Craig. Now that would be worth looking at!
We found an empty beach – a nice one with some pretty tall waves. We parked the jeep and ran for the water. The waves were beast – you could body surf them really well. We jumped around in them and body surfed for a long time. I wish I had a boogie board, but it was almost as fun without one. After we tired, we were relaxing on the beach, just lying on our towels and drying. Craig even closed his eyes for a while and I am pretty sure he might have even dozed off. I got to looking his body over. I was sure I could make out the outline of his dick in his trunks. Thinking about his dick got me to thinking about sex and our conversation earlier, when we talked about how I should be the one to start it if we did more stuff. I thought about what it would be like to be fucked by a bigger dick. Would it feel even better than Cam’s? Or would it hurt? I’m not sure, but thinking about it was making me kind of horny – just a bit anyway. I wanted to try it…. with Craig.
When he finally started stirring, I wanted to ask him if he would do it with me. I remembered his whole “a Spartan warrior can’t fuck another Spartan” thing. So I thought of a clever way to ask him without spelling out exactly what I wanted him to do. I got his attention and then I asked. “Craig I was just was wondering. If we fool around again, you know…like this morning…. Instead of being your apprentice, can I maybe be one of opposing warriors that you have captured.” He had mentioned the Spartans warriors WOULD do that with captured slaves and stuff.
Sadly, he didn’t get what I was trying to ask. “What Max? I don’t know what you mean,” he replied.
So I had to spell it out for him, which actually made me feel slightly embarrassed. “Well, you said you couldn’t… you know…. really fuck me because Spartans didn’t do that to each other but they could give a good humping to captured slaves or whatever. So I’d rather be a slave next time. Please?”
He didn’t like that idea. He told me it wasn’t a good idea at all. At first he said it was because his dick was too big for me, but I didn’t think so. I mean, it IS bigger than Cam’s, but not by THAT much. I told him that.
His next excuse was that we couldn’t do it without condom’s and lube. I thought he was worried about catching something from me, which seemed really stupid. I mean I don’t think there’s any way Cam or I have anything. Who did we get it from? Spencer? No way.
But what he explained to me next really shocked me. He admitted that he actually messes around with guys every once in a while!! Holy shit! He told me that he’s always liked guys more than girls, but when he was growing up it was much harder to be gay. That - and he wanted a family, so he got married and all that. He said he didn’t do anything for like 20 years, because he was busy with kids and coaching and all that… but when he got to having free time again, he started meeting up with guys. He said that there are a ton of married guys just like him who get some guy action on the side.
I’d never really thought Craig would be promiscuous like that and it was shocking. His wife would freak! He told me she doesn’t know and that I have to keep it a secret. I guess it makes sense to me that Craig is kind of a gay guy acting straight though: I realized that is probably why he caught on so fast when I said something about wanting a boyfriend back on New Year’s. He read me because he knew exactly what I was feeling! It made me feel good that he trusted me so much.
I was about to give up on the idea when I remembered something. There were three condoms and lube in my backpack!! I had taken them over to Cam’s the last time and forgot to remove them when I got home. “Hey!” I said, excited. “I HAVE Condoms. And lube!”
“What are you talking about Max?” he asked.
“In my backpack! I bought them from home.”
“Max! What?” he asked. He seemed surprised but I could tell he was also getting kind of mad. “Are you saying you planned this all out – sucking my dick the other morning and stuff?”
I had to get him to chill. “No! I swear,” I told him and then explained about having them at Cam’s and forgetting to take them out. He told me it was a good thing they didn’t notice the liquid at airport security and pull those things out in front of everyone. OMG! That would have sucked. We had a good laugh about that.
“They would have thought I was some sort of pervert,” Craig commented, “Running off to Mexico with a boy packing rubbers and lube.”
“Craig. You ARE a pervert,” I told him grinning. “But I like that,” I added. Hell, sometimes I think I’m a pervert too. It’s like I’m addicted to cock.
It made him laugh. But then he added that we have to trust each other now that we know all of each other’s secrets. I realized that there were quite a few things I had never told Craig, so he didn’t know ALL of my secrets. He doesn’t know about me sucking Noah or Jackson. And I don’t think I ever told him about Cam and I fucking Spencer when he slept at my house.
I couldn’t resist teasing him, knowing I was also now willing to share a few of those things since he had told me so much private stuff. “But you don’t know ALL my secrets Craig,” I said, teasing him.
“Oh yeah? What are you holding out on me?” he asked and then started tickling me. I started tickling him back and we started wrestling and I soon had him on his back and was sitting on his chest. For a big guy, he was kind easy to pin!
“I’ll tell you, but you have to promise to do whatever I want the next time we get naughty. And you can’t tell of course.” I said.
He was quiet and looked at me and finally agreed. “Deal,” he said.
“Well, I’ve done sex stuff with a couple people I never told you about.” I started.
“Who?” he demanded, his eyes getting big.
“Noah,” I said, as his face looked shocked. “And Jackson,” I added and his eyes bugged out even more, which made me laugh.
“No fucking way! Really?”
“Yeah, I’ve sucked them both. Noah twice,” I explained.
“They’re gay?”
“Noooooooo! They just like getting their dick sucked. They didn’t give me one.”
“Wow!”
“Noah asked me not to tell you. He thinks of you like a dad and would be mortified if you knew.”
“I won’t tell, I promise. Jackson though? That one really surprises me. When?”
I explained more about Jackson. “A couple weeks ago. He caught me jerking off in his bathroom and I ended up asking him not to keep calling me and Noah homos because I was gay.”
“He was ok with that?” Craig asked.
“Yeah, totally. He had a friend in middle school that he did stuff with but they haven’t seen each other in a long time. He really wanted to get sucked again, so I did it for him.”
“Because you’re just that nice?” he asked sarcastically.
“Well yeah. And because I really like dick!” I answered. I told him the rest of the story. “It was that day after we went swimming. I had gone up to take a shower that night and Cam and Noah were in the basement. I do really like cock you know?” I told him.
“Oh, I get that Max. That’s rather obvious. Does Noah know you sucked his brother? Or does Jackson know about Noah?”
“No! Fuck no! They would both die I think.”
“Max you have the most interesting life,” he told me. “I think I’m jealous.”
“You should be. I’m living the high life babyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!” I sang as I finally rolled off of him. “Let’s get going,” I suggested. “I’m starving.”
***
As we drove back towards town, I thought about what I would want to do with Craig and whether he would really be ok with it. We never really finished our conversation about doing butt stuff, so he didn’t really ever agree to it. I mean he said he would do whatever I wanted, but I’m not sure if he thought we were talking seriously about THAT. I wasn’t sure if I really should try it or not.
We stopped and ate a different taco place, this one was even more back in town and we were totally the only white people there. I didn’t mind as much this time. The people here are really nice. A couple little kids from the next table kept staring at us so I finally gave them a small wave and the kids faces lit up. I think they were super fascinated by us. After they finished eating, their little boy (who was probably about 4 or 5) was playing with a toy airplane. He was ‘flying’ it around the restaurant making noises. He stopped and tried to show me the plane, but was talking so fast I couldn’t understand anything. I just gave him a thumbs up and a high five though and he went back to his table, smiling. His parents looked over and smiled at me too. I don’t know what there was about this, or why I am even bothering to tell you about it, but the interaction with the little kid made me feel really happy. Is that weird? It must not be, because Craig was grinning at me too.
Craig dropped me back at the resort while he went to gas up the jeep and turn it back in. I was planning to head up to our room and call Cam and catch up. He’d seen the posts I put on my Snapchat story but I hadn’t talked to him since last night, when I gave him the run down on Eduardo acting all weird.
But when I walked into the lobby, Marcelo came running up to me. I was a little nervous at first, thinking Eduardo might be there and acting weird still, but it was just Marcelo with his parents and grandparents. The little guy gave me a huge hug. Then his dad surprised me. “There YOU are!” he said. “Marcelo and Eduardo have been looking for you ALL day. They are going to be so happy you are back.”
I was glad to hear Andres didn’t seem to be mad at me. But I was surprised to hear about Eduardo looking for me. Maybe Craig was right and he just needed a night to get over himself! “Yeah, we drove the whole island. Sorry, I got to head up to my room,” I added, letting Marcelo back down to the ground as I excused myself.
“Well, tell your dad that I expect him to help us win the battle of the sexes contest tonight,” Andres told me as I started to walk off.
I stopped and turned. “Wait? Wasn’t that last night?” I asked.
“They are redoing it tonight before the dance because it stormed last night,” he explained.
“Cool,” I answered. That made me happy. I was bummed about maybe missing that show and I was even more bummed for Craig to have missed it.
I started walking down the stairs from the lobby and at the bottom I ran into Eduardo coming around the corner from the bar. He immediately gave me a smile and a shy wave, as he looked down to his feet. It was one of those waves that both said ‘hello’ and ‘I’m sorry’. I could tell he wasn’t mad any more, or whatever it was he was yesterday.
“Hola,” I said.
“Hola,” he answered softly. “It was boring here today without you.”
“Yeah, sorry. We drove around the island,” I explained. There was a few seconds of awkward silence, neither of us knowing what to say. “Well, I need to go up to my room and call my friend,” I said.
“Ok,” he said sheepishly. “We can hang out… esta noche…. tonight?” he murmured, looking at me hesitantly.
“Sure. See you at the show for sure.”
He cracked a slight smile. “Ok. Adios,” he answered before adding “amigo.”
***
The night turned out to be fantastic. The show was even funnier in person than Craig had described. Craig and Andres got to be up on stage, making complete fools of themselves, which I have on video by the way. Please don’t tell Craig that all my friends have seen him in his underwear on my Snapchat story. Craig was a goof and the audience loved him. He won over the Latinos in the crowd when he knew that Despacito was sung by Luis Fonsi and Daddy Yankee, after a girl on the women’s team got booed for suggesting that it was actually a Justin Bieber song. Geez, even I knew his version was a cover (a crappy one at that).
The best part of the show was definitely when the men’s and women’s teams collected clothing items. First it was shoes and then bras! OMG the emcee was great! He picked up the biggest cupped bra from the stack and held it over his chest and made jokes. I was dying. Then they collected shirts, which the guys won of course but the best part was when they collected pants or shorts. I couldn’t believe how many people in the audience actually gave up their pants. I was sitting with Marcelo and Eduardo and they were cracking up… in their underwear. Even Marcelo’s grandpa gave up his jeans and was sitting there in baggy briefs. Of course it gave me a chance to scope out the guys in the audience in their underwear – mostly boxer briefs and trunks, in a variety of colors.
Eduardo was back to his normal self for the show. We were sharing so many laughs that we both had long since forgotten his weird behavior yesterday. I briefly wondered if that meant I might get another chance to play with his awesome dick.
Craig and Andres’ team won in the end, though both teams got bottles of tequila. Craig said it’s really cheap stuff and actually gave it away to someone in the audience who wanted it. After everyone had retrieved their clothes and dressed, most of the crowd headed to the ballroom where a band was playing and they had setup a dance floor. They also had some snacks set out, which was good, because I was starting to get hungry.
I don’t know if I’ve ever mentioned it, but I actually like to dance. I started with taking Marcelo out and dancing with him but soon some girls my age kept tapping me on the shoulder to dance with them. I may not want to date them or anything, but dancing with girls is fun. At least most girls like to dance. It was nice, because I think some of them were the girls I thought were laughing at me yesterday out on the volleyball court. I used to dance all the time at the nude place (though we were dancing naked of course.)
Anyway, Peter was clearly jealous that everyone wanted to dance with me. He wasn’t really that good of a dancer, but he would at least try. Eduardo just watched us and talked to some of the other teenagers that weren’t dancing. I decided this might be my opportunity to get Peter off my ass a little bit. I quietly asked him which girl he really wanted to dance with. He pointed out this blonde girl from Texas that I had danced with already. I went and whispered in her ear that Peter really wanted to dance with her. She smiled, so I introduced them and they started dancing. Mission accomplished.
I was hot and thirsty from dancing, so I went to get a drink from the bartender. Eduardo followed me. “Can we go somewhere? Outside?” he asked.
Author’s Note: REVISED PART BEGINS HERE
I was extremely hot from dancing and fresh air sounded good, so I agreed. We ended up walking down to the beach area and sitting on a lounger. The night breeze felt great and we had a great talk, partially via the miracle of the Google translate app again.
“I sorry about yesterday,” he began, which set a nice tone.
“It’s ok. What was the deal anyway?” I asked.
“I was scared,” he told me. “I was afraid that everyone could tell what we did. I’m sorry. It was my first time.”
“Don’t worry about it,” I told him.
“So…um…you are gay then? Really gay?”
“Si!” I answered proudly.
“And your dad? He know?” he asked.
I almost said no before I realized that he was talking about Craig. “Of course he knows. He is ok with it,” I answered. He was clearly astonished that my dad (Craig) wouldn’t be bothered by me being gay.
“Wow!” he said. “My dad would kill me,” he said, getting sad.
“It’s not that bad Eduardo. Are you sure he would be that angry? Do you think you are gay or were you just like experimenting?”
“No. I’m gay. I know it,” he whispered. I could tell he was slightly ashamed just saying it out loud. I wondered if he had every mouthed those words to anyone before.
“Don’t be sad. Being gay is great. Someday you’ll have a nice boyfriend just like me.”
“You have boyfriend?”
“No-vee-oh? Si!” I made sure to pronounce it perfectly. I could hear him giggle. I pulled out my phone and showed him pictures of Cam again and made certain he understood that he and I were boyfriends.
Even in the dark I could tell he was thinking hard about something. “So you and him… do…. sucking?”
“Of course,” I answered. “It’s fun.”
“And …um fucking too?” he asked. I could tell he was embarrassed to be asking, but was also too curious not to.
“A few times,” I answered. I could tell he was shocked, and perhaps jealous, at all we’ve done.
“What’s it like? The sucking? It feels good?” he asked.
I reached over and groped his dick through his shorts. He was hard as a rock. “I could show you,” I told him.
“Aqui? Ahora?” he asked nervously, which I actually understood (Here? Now?). Honestly, it was dark and nobody was on the beach. I could suck him and as long as he didn’t yell I didn’t think anyone could ever know.
“Si,” I said as I popped the button on his shorts. I pushed him back onto the lounger and tugged at his khaki shorts, pulling them down to his knees. I felt the firm bulge of his hard cock through his underwear. I had glanced a few times at him when we had donated our shorts to the contest. He was sexy in his blue trunks then, but they were undoubtedly fuller now with his cock as stiff as a board.
I pulled at his underwear from both sides and lifted them over his throbbing cock, all in the dark. There was some faint moonlight peeking between the dense clouds, but not enough to really make anything out. I couldn’t wait to taste Eduardo’s awesome dick. I loved everything about his penis: how big it was on his wiry body, the color, the thickness, the long foreskin. Even if I couldn’t get a good look in the dark, I had it pictured in my mind. I lay on the lounger between his spread legs and brought my mouth to his rod and licked it up and down as I used my fingers to pull down on his skin to expose his head. It took me a couple of tries to work the loose skin down enough that his head finally popped free.
I bathed the head with my tongue. There was a peculiar flavor that I hadn’t ever tasted while giving head. There was a bit of tanginess that I can’t describe. I wondered if it was something to do with him being uncut, but I hadn’t ever noticed anything like that with Spencer. I didn’t mind it, it was just different.
“Mon Dios,” he whispered as I took the head of his cock into my mouth and added some suction. He was so hard that I was having a hard time pulling his cock away from his body to get it into my mouth. The angle was all wrong. I scooted up the chair and flipped my legs over the edge onto the sand so that I could come at it from the side. That was better. I could work his thick dick up and down like this!
I was really just getting into sucking him and he had started to moan quietly when the worst thing happened. I was blinded by a bright flashlight in my face! “Mierda! Un par de pequeños maricones,” a man’s voice barked out and then laughed. I shielded my eyes as Eduardo pushed me off him and frantically pulled up his underwear and pants. It was a hotel security guard. I think we have a problem.
***
I of course didn’t understand what the security guard had said. Eduardo told me later. It basically translates to “Holy shit, a couple of little faggots.” So I guess I at least learned some Spanish from the ordeal.
The guard didn’t say much to us, but just started marching us back towards the hotel lobby to “find our padres.” Even in the dark I could tell that Eduardo was crying. It was hardly noticeable at first, but the security guard kept talking to him in Spanish as he walked behind us. I couldn’t understand a thing, but I could tell from his tone that whatever he was saying was not nice. The more the guard barked at him, the louder Eduardo’s crying got. I felt so bad for him. Craig might be angry we were doing stuff on a beach but at least he wouldn’t be shocked about what we were doing. Eduardo’s parents were probably going to flip.
The guard only said one thing in English. In between his insulting Eduardo, he said, obviously directed to me: “You fucking Americans. You build wall to keep Mexicanos out? We should build wall to keep faggots like you away.” So yeah, I could only imagine the stuff he was saying to Eduardo.
I almost told Eduardo we should make a run for it and lose the guy but talked myself out of that. I matched Eduardo’s hurried pace and got up next to him and rubbed my arm against his, like as a sign of support. As we came up the hill towards the lobby, we caught a break. Craig was just coming down the stairs towards the café, looking from side to side. “There’s my dad,” I said pointing.
Craig must have heard my voice, because he immediately turned and came briskly toward us. He was clearly looking for us and seeing us with the guard clearly had him alarmed. “There you two are,” he said. “Is something going on here?”
The guard shuffled around Eduardo and me to approach Craig. Eduardo shrunk back away, bowing his head. “Si senor,” the guard began in a heavy accent. “I find these boys on the beach. Beach is closed at night. Very dangerous Senor.” I couldn’t believe he didn’t say anything about the fact that Eduardo’s dick was in my mouth! I wondered if he just didn’t know how to say it well enough in English.
“I understand,” Craig said calmly. “Max, you know better than that,” he said to me. But he also gave me a look that said “don’t worry about it, but what the fuck is really going on here?” I know that is a lot to get from a glance, but I swear I could read exactly what he was thinking. I knew that he was struggling to figure out why Eduardo was this upset about just being somewhere off-limits.
“Um.. yes, sir. Sorry. It was stupid of us. We won’t do it again. Promise. Right Eduardo?” I mumbled. Eduardo managed a nod and a faint whimper.
The guard turned to Eduardo. “Y tus padres?” he asked. I knew enough to know he was asking about Eduardo’s parents. He still planned to seek them out I guess. I couldn’t help but think he would tell Eduardo’s dad EVERYTHING since there would be no language barrier for him to overcome. Assuming that was what was keeping him from telling Craig.
Craig stepped in to bail us out. “Oh, Eduardo’s padres… a cama,” he said, pointing to the room tower and resting his head on his hands as if they were a pillow. “I’ll make sure they know. Mañana,” he added.
The guard paused as he shifted from foot to foot. “Esta bien, OK,” he reluctantly agreed. He turned to Eduardo and me. “No mas trouble from you. Or you get kicked out,” he said, evidently threatening us with expulsion from a hotel. Was that even possible? He left us and headed for the café.
Once he was out of earshot, Craig pulled us together. “Ok, what am I missing here? There’s more to this story,” he demanded.
I put my hand on his neck and pulled his head down towards me. “Um, that guy caught me sucking Eduardo’s dick.”
Craig looked at me stunned and I could tell slightly angry. “Max!” he exclaimed. “Oy!” Then he turned to Eduardo and I could see his anger melt into something else. He put his arm around Eduardo’s neck and told him “it’s ok, it’s ok,” as he rubbed his shoulder. “Max, we need to get Eduardo somewhere so he can calm down. If his family sees him like this, he will get drug over the coals.”
I nodded. “Our room?”
Craig looked around. “Yeah, but take him in the back and up the service elevator. Less chance of someone seeing him. I need to go tell his family you guys are ok. They sent me to look for you.”
“I thought they went to bed?” I asked.
“Shhhhh,” he said, looking back toward the guard who was smoking a cigarette. “They are all still at the dance.”
***
I was sitting with Eduardo on the couch trying to console him when Craig came in. He had stopped crying while we walked silently up to the room, but the tears started again once we were inside the room. His face was red and puffy and his eyes were watering. I had gotten him a cold washcloth and towel and he had just buried his head in the towel and was resting his head on the arm of the sofa, dejected. I was lightly stroking his back, not knowing what to say to calm him. He was still trembling.
As we were sitting in silence, I thought back to when Cam blew me the first time back in Madison. I would have been freaked out if Craig had come out of the bathroom and caught us. And if a stranger like a security guard had busted us? Oh man, I’d have died. So for Eduardo to have his first blow job (at least I am pretty sure it was his first) ruined like it was, made me really sad for him. I mean would he ever want to try it again after that?
Craig came over to us when he returned. “Ok, boys, I need to know more details so I can do some damage control. Eduardo, Max already told me that he was…. chupa tu verga… sucking your dick,” he began. Eduardo looked up at Craig and then over to me and started shaking a little and sobbing more. “Eduardo, it’s ok. I don’t care if you guys have fun like that.” Eduardo looked confused. I typed what Craig had said into the translator and showed it to Eduardo. He looked a little confused.
“Eduardo, I know Max is gay. I still love him. And I like you. I don’t judge. No juzgo.” He put a hand on Eduardo’s shoulder and gave him an affectionate shake. “Now are you SURE the guard saw what you guys were doing?”
Eduardo immediately nodded. “Si. He say Look at the little faggots when he catch us.”
“Yeah Craig, and on the way up he said Mexico should build a wall to keep American faggots like me out,” I added. “So I’m sure he saw, unfortunately. He said all kind of mean things to Eduardo too. At least I think they were mean. Eduardo kept getting more upset.”
“Jesus, what an ass! Is that true?” Craig asked. “What did he say Eduardo?”
“Yes, he made fun of me. I can’t even say it again. Was horrible. My dad is going to kill me.”
“No, he won’t Eduardo. I don’t plan to let him find out. I’m not going to tell him.”
“For really mister Craig?” he asked.
“Yes, for really, Eduardo,” Craig said with a smile, repeating his poor English. “I don’t think the guard will tell. He doesn’t know who your parents are. And now that it’s all over, I don’t think he will bring it up, even if he figures it out. And if your dad does happen to find out, Max and I will take you home with us if we have to.” I typed that all into the translator the best I could and showed Eduardo to make sure the understood. He read it over and smiled at me and Craig.
“Yeah, we’ll hide you in my luggage,” I joked.
“Gracias… amigos,” he said, wiping his brow. Craig pulled him to his feet and wrapped his arms around him.
“Max and I will be here for you Eduardo. Even after we all go home,” he said as he patted Eduardo’s back.
Eduardo stayed and had a soda while we talked and watched ESPN in Spanish, giving time for his appearance to return to normal. Craig got Eduardo added on Instagram so we could all stay in touch. After a while Craig suggested we take off. “Max why don’t you get Eduardo back down to his family. I told them you guys were coming up here so Max could change his shirt and to cool off. So put on something different before you go down. But come right back up. We HAVE to talk.” I didn’t like the way he said that.
Eduardo stood and told Craig thank you and we shuffled to the door. He started to open it but I stopped him. He turned to me to see why and I gave him a nice hug and kissed him on the cheek. “I’m glad we’re friends,” I whispered. He smiled.
***
Eduardo’s family was still dancing away and I don’t think they were too concerned that Eduardo had even left. He is the black sheep, so they seem to get on just fine without him. In fact sometimes, I think they prefer it when he’s not around. Anyway, I told them all good night and headed back up to our room.
As I rode the elevator, I got anxious about what Craig was going to say. I could tell by the way he mentioned it that I was going to get a lecture. I was tired and annoyed, and didn’t really need him on me.
***
It was quite a lecture and we ended up having an argument. I said some things I don’t feel very good about. Craig kind of went off on me, telling me that I had way too casual of an attitude about sex and that I wasn’t being careful enough. He said I was only thinking about what I wanted and wasn’t thinking about the consequences for anyone else. He said that Eduardo’s life could have been shattered if tonight had turned out differently. “Where the hell is the kid who was afraid to give a blow job two months ago?” he asked. “Now you’re sucking people off in public!”
He was making me angry. Yeah, I wanted to suck Eduardo’s hot dick, but I was also doing it because I wanted Eduardo to experience a blow job. It wasn’t ALL about me. Plus, Craig practically encouraged me to do stuff with Cam and wanted to hear all about it. And now I’m doing too much? “Just stop!” I yelled. “Where is the guy who told me it was ok to do stuff?” I shot back. “Jesus! You’re not my fucking dad!”
I regretted saying that as soon the words left my mouth. Craig’s face winced and his mood changed. He went quiet. I could tell that what I said really hurt his feelings. I was mad and frustrated. I knew deep down, even though I was mad at him, that I really did still wish Craig was my dad.
He finally spoke after a brief silence. “No. I’m not your dad. And now I’m questioning how I ever dreamed that I was,” he said quietly, as his eyes started to water. So Craig had really thought about how great it would be if I were his son? Just like I had? Wow. NOW I felt really shitty inside. And I didn’t know what to say.
Craig went on, which made me feel even guiltier. “I’m probably to blame,” he said. “I feel like I’ve been encouraging it and now I feel like it’s my fault you’re so sex obsessed. Max you can’t let your dick control your life.”
“I’m sorry Craig,” I pleaded. “I was just trying to do something nice for Eduardo. He’s gay and has nobody he can try stuff with. It’s like when I talked you into sucking me the other day. I knew you wanted to so bad. I wanted to make you happy.”
“Max, it’s not what you were doing, it’s the WHERE! Jesus! I didn’t mind when you told me you guys did stuff up here, right? It’s the impulsiveness that’s the problem Max. Taking chances of getting caught is NOT ok. You could have gotten Eduardo outed? Blurting out the wrong thing or not thinking could maybe get me arrested with what we’ve done. Understand?”
“Yeah. It’s not your fault,” I told him. “I’m just stupid sometimes. I’m sorry, about yelling. About tonight. About everything. Can we just get to sleep? I won’t cause any problems the rest of the trip. Promise”
“OK Max. Goodnight,” he answered, flipping off the light and crawling under the covers without even removing his shirt. I could tell he was still bothered by what I had said.
I climbed into my side of the bed without getting undressed but couldn’t sleep. The silence was awkward. I was still upset. I was a little angry at Craig for yelling at me, but I was mostly disappointed in myself for almost getting Eduardo in big trouble and for upsetting Craig. I realized Craig was right of course. I was being careless and not really thinking things through. Craig’s been like the best thing that ever happened to me and it made me really sad to know I hurt his feelings. Especially after he told me he thought of me like a son. Why do I always fuck things up? I started crying again but I did it really quietly so he wouldn’t hear. I didn’t want him to feel even worse.
Another thing that made me sad was that after tonight, I figured Craig was probably done doing any sex stuff with me. Which was too bad, because I would love another one of his long, slow blow jobs. I just hoped that when we got up in the morning that we could go have fun like tonight never happened. Just like he had suggested might happen with Cam and I after we had argued in Madison.
We had both been in bed for probably 15 minutes when Craig called my name. “Max,” he said softly. “Are you still awake?”
“Yeah,” I answered, trying to hide that I was crying.
“You know I still love you, right.” That made me feel warm inside.
“I know. I love you too Craig. I’m sorry.”
“Me too,” he said as he reached over and gave me a hug. I wrapped my arms around him and squeezed him tight.
“You’re crying,” he noticed.
“Yeah, I can’t help it. I’m just so stupid,” I muttered.
“You’re not stupid Max. You are just too young to know better. Teens always think they are invincible. They’re not. And when it comes to sex, it can be complicated. Just be more careful. And smarter. Please?”
“I will,” I said and squeezed him tighter. His hands rubbed my back for a minute. Then we broke our embrace. I felt much better. I was emotionally exhausted getting caught on the beach and fighting with Craig, but relieved that we got past it. I peeled off my clothes and was finally able to fall asleep.
** End of Chapter 20 **