Max’s Awakening #23
Author’s notes:
In our last Chapter: Max and Craig had the ended the day by making passionate love, fulfilling years of longing for Craig and giving Max the new experience of being filled with a adult cock.
Max, so far, is still keeping the incident with Armando to himself. The session with Craig did a lot of put it out of his mind.
Max and Craig have two more days and then a morning before heading home. Max would enjoy telling you how they filled their last couple of days…
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Chapter 23 – Wanking Lessons
There was a surprise waiting for us when the dive boat pulled up the next morning. Joshua had tagged along with his moms for the day’s dives. I was still groggy and Joshua’s enthusiasm at 7:30 am was almost more than I could deal with. I had slept so well after Craig filled my ass with big grown-up dick. After having not slept well the night before because of our fight, I had crashed hard once we finally turned off the lights, which was close to midnight.
I felt so content curled up against Craig. It made me feel awesome knowing that I was able to give him something nobody else ever had. I love him and I felt relieved after our fight to have been able to do something special for him. Don’t get me wrong, it was awesome for me too of course. His man-sized cock gave me amazing sensations that I’d never felt before.
I thought my butt might be sore that next morning, but it really wasn’t. It itched a little, but that was it.
***
Joshua must be a morning person, because he sat beside me on the stern and was talking up a storm as we pulled away from the pier. I would have been content to close my eyes and get some rest, but he clearly wasn’t going to allow that. I tried to be nice and smile while he rambled on about his favorite movies. It was obvious that he only came along on the boat because I was there. He paid no attention to either of his moms or Craig.
It made me feel kind of weird. He was like a puppy, desperately begging for constant attention. It was overbearing and annoying in a way, especially since I was really tired, but I just couldn’t be mean to him. It was pretty obvious that he struggles at making friends. He’s like the nerd at school that everyone ignores. I always felt kind of sorry for those kids. As I pondered Joshua and his situation while he babbled on, it made me wish I had been friendlier towards those loners at school. At least I was never one of the guys making fun of them to their face, and I did tell my friends to knock it off a few times when they started crap.
So anyway, I knew if I treated Joshua like shit, I wouldn’t feel very good about it. It wasn’t like I had to deal with him for a long time, either. I reminded me of something one of my teachers used to say: ‘it doesn’t cost anything to be nice’. I also thought about what Craig had said about me sometimes thinking only about myself and what I want and not thinking about other people. Well, I think he’s wrong, because here I am being nice to Joshua and I’m not getting anything out of it. And I would have done it even if Craig hadn’t yelled at me a couple of nights ago.
When it came time to gear up for our dive, Joshua was asking me all kinds of questions about the scuba equipment. He was full of questions. Maybe he had no interest in ever trying scuba diving, but he sure was into figuring out how the equipment worked. I could see him following the air tubes with his eyes while his mind analyzed it all.
When it came time to roll off the side of boat to begin our dive, I gave Joshua a wave good bye and he waved back with a huge smile on his face.
***
During our surface interval between dives, we docked at this run down pier on a small deserted beach. Joshua had gotten a little sea sick on the boat while we were under water, so I hopped off with him so he could get his legs back under him. We had about 45 minutes to kill so we started walking down the beach picking up rocks and trying to skip them on the water. It was no surprise that Joshua didn’t have the most athletic throwing form. Joshua noticed a few small shells and started picking them up. I was soon helping him with his collection.
As we walked down the beach, I decided to just be bold and ask Joshua about being gay. “Hey, can I ask you something. It’s kind of personal,” I said. Our slow plodding down the beach came to a halt.
“Yeah,” he answered looking up at me through his dirty, smudged glasses.
“Well, I was just kind of wondering. Are you, like, into boys too?”
“You mean am I gay? I don’t flipping know. Why do you even ask?” he answered, looking somewhat shocked and annoyed that I was even asking him such a thing.
I shrugged. “You just seemed big time into my business about being gay yesterday. You know, at dinner.”
He became agitated and started fidgeting. “Sorry. I didn’t mean anything by it. Honest!” he replied, speaking rapidly. He was obviously afraid that I was mad at him.
“Dude, relax. I’m not mad. I don’t care if you asked. I just thought it was kind of strange that you were so curious about it. I just thought maybe there was a reason you were asking. You know, like you were maybe gay too.”
“Sorry. I just get things stuck in my head sometimes. I get super curious about things and then I get antsy until I can figure them out. Moms came home from diving and said there was a gay boy my age on the boat and it just got me to thinking.”
“Thinking about what?”
“Like, how does anyone know WHAT they are? You know, gay or straight or whatever.”
“I dunno. You don’t look at people and judge how cute they are? I mean either boys more than girls, or girls more than boys.”
“No. Not really? Do you?”
“Well, yeah! I mean I think of boys way differently. Girls can be really attractive but it doesn’t make me stop and look like a hot boy does, ya know?” I decided to try to relate it to something in his realm. “Like when you watch Harry Potter you don’t get the hots for Hermoine? Or Harry? Or Ron? I have friends who totally wanted to fuck young Hermoine. And my boyfriend thinks Ron was cute.”
“Not really. I mean I like Harry of course, but that’s because he’s a good wizard and all.”
It was obvious the concept of attraction just wasn’t developed within him, at least not yet. I decided to try another approach. “Let me try something different. What do you think about when you jerk off?” He looked at me mystified, as if I were speaking a foreign language. “You know, masturbate? Wank? Pulling your pud?”
A look of understanding came across his face, then it transformed into one of embarrassment. “I don’t really ever do that.”
“Really? You don’t ever have a wank?”
“Wank?” he replied, looking confused.
“Yeah, wank? As in MASTURBATE?”
He was suddenly surprised as if a light bulb came on in his head. “That’s what that means?” He was so innocent. Something about him being naïve made me fonder of him. He was so clueless about things it was kind of cute.
I laughed. “Yeah. I guess I didn’t know that word for it either until Craig took me to Billy Elliot and explained it to me. You knowing, the whole effing wanker bit?”
“Yeahhhhhhh,” he said smiling. “Oh yeah!”
“But, um, so … you really don’t masturbate?” I really couldn’t fathom a boy making it to age 12 and not having figured out how to jack off.
He shook his head. “I …um…really don’t know how exactly.”
“You mean you’ve never played around with your dick?”
“Well, like a little in the bathtub. It gets hard if you do it too much.”
“Right. But you don’t go up and down with your hand or nothing like that?”
He looked at me like I was crazy. “No. Why would I do that?”
“Oh my god, dude. So you can have an orgasm of course!”
“That’s when you shoot sperms right? I don’t think I can do that yet. I don’t even have hairs down there.”
“Listen,” I said, putting my hand on his bony shoulder. “Yes, it IS when you shoot sperms, once you can anyway, but dude, it isn’t just that.”
“It’s not?”
“No, it also feels freaking fantastic. It’s like the best thing ever. You can get the feeling even before you have sperm to shoot.”
“Really?” he replied questioningly, challenging me as if he didn’t believe me. “This sounds like something you’re making up to tease me.” I cocked my head and frowned at him to let him know I was serious. “Sorry,” he quickly apologized when he saw I was clearly being truthful.
“I’m not teasing. It’s true. You should try it.”
“Well, I would I guess… but I don’t really know what to do.”
“I could sorta show you. If you want.” I offered. Now, I know what you are thinking – that I was getting horny and couldn’t resist playing with yet another new dick. But, I honestly wasn’t perving on the kid at all. I really had no thoughts like THAT about him at all. I just felt bad the kid hadn’t figured out how to jerk it yet. And who would teach him or tell him about it? His moms? Obviously not.
He hesitated, kicking at the sand with the end of his flip-flop. “I dunno. I think I’d be embarrassed.”
“Josh. Relax. I won’t make fun of you or nothing.”
“Ok,” he relented, “but where?”
I looked around and noticed a trail into the mangroves at the edge of the beach. “There! C’mon. I need to pee anyway.”
“Me too,” he replied as followed me off the beach.
***
We went a few feet into the shrubs and then I stopped in front of large bush. “This should do,” I said as I pulled at the strings of my Speedo. (Yes, I know I said I’d never wear them again but I had gotten over that. Honestly, getting fucked by Craig was so good I had totally stopped thinking about Armando. Plus, pulling on a wetsuit over my regular trunks really sucked yesterday).
“Are you sure nobody will see us?” he asked, nervously looking around.
“Nah, no way. We’re in the middle of nowhere. Now come on. Let’s pee and then I will show you a few tricks.”
He took a deep breath and stood next to me. I could tell he was nervous. “You won’t make fun of me will you. My thing isn’t as big as yours.”
“Dude, just whip it out already. Trust me. I’ve seen plenty of dicks. Big ones, little ones, hairy ones. Fat ones. I seen guys so fat you can barely see their dick at all. I won’t laugh, I promise.” I already had mine over the top of the waistband and had just started to let my heavy stream blast across the bush.
“Holy Cow Max!” he exclaimed. “Your pee comes out really fast,” he commented as he pushed his gym shorts and striped boxer briefs down (Gap brand) and hooked them under his taut ball sack. I glanced without staring and assessed what he had to work with. It wasn’t much. Just a couple inches of soft dick covered in foreskin. It reminded me of Spencer’s cute little dick, though Spencer’s was definitely longer. (I also had a fleeting thought of missing Spencer - both the boy AND his cute ass and uncut dick.) As Joshua held his penis, a small flow of piss erupted from the opening of his foreskin and sprayed the bush and ground in front of him. It quickly slowed to a trickle and he shook his dick off. “Ok, now what do we do,” he asked.
“Well, just start playing with it a little, like this,” I replied, gently stroking my dick with a loose grip of a few fingers. He mimicked my motions. “It should start to get harder.”
He looked down and watched as his penis grew. He pushed his shorts down further so his cock was completely free, widened his legs to keep his shorts from falling down into the sand. “How come yours looks different than mine?” he asked.
I couldn’t believe he didn’t know about uncut dicks and cut ones. “Because I was circumcised as a baby. Lots of boys are. They just snip off the skin on the end.”
“Why?”
“I honestly don’t really know. I guess some people think it looks better.” I didn’t want to pass up a chance to make him feel better about himself, so I added, “I wish I still had my skin like you do.”
“Really?” he said smiling. “I think yours looks neater, sorta.”
“You’ve really never seen any dicks like mine?” I asked, looking over at him. His cock had lengthened and stiffened and was now pointing straight out in front of him. I could see just a slight glimpse of his head that was peeking out what looked like a tiny opening in his skin. He was gently rubbing it still.
“I don’t think I’ve really seen ANYONE else’s privates before. Well not boys anyway.” That blew my mind. I’d seen so many of my friends growing up, not to mention my dad and all the guys at the nude beach. But then I realized he didn’t have brothers or a dad, and if he doesn’t have many friends, well it made sense I guess.
“Yeah I guess you don’t have a dad around huh?” I commented. He grimaced when I mentioned that. I didn’t mean anything by it, but I could tell it was a sore subject from him. “I’m sorry man,” I quickly apologized. “I didn’t mean anything by that. It’s just that most boys see their dads naked and stuff.”
He sighed. “It’s ok. I just get teased about it. No dad Joshua. The kid with two moms. Dyke boy. But I know you didn’t mean anything though Max.”
I steered the conversation back to the task at hand. “You look pretty hard now Joshua. Does it feel good?”
He shrugged. “Kinda. But what now?”
“Well, you just keep going up and down. Can you make your tip pop out of your skin?”
He shook his head immediately. “Not when it’s stiff like this, see,” he answered. He pulled down on his skin and his head began to poke out. But before it was even half way out, you could see the skin stretching tightly against the widening base of his cock head. He was right. There was no way in hell it could squeeze out. He even winced slightly. It must have hurt. “See, that’s all the more it will go. When it’s soft I can get it out, but barely. But at least I can wash the gunk away.” His dick was weird. I’d played around with a few uncut boy dicks – Spencer’s, Eduardo’s and Benjamin’s (my French friend from the nudist resort). All of their dick heads would just pop right out if you pulled down on their skins.
“Well don’t hurt yourself,” was all I could think to say. “Just keep going up and down,” I instructed. In my mind, I wondered if it would really work if his skin wouldn’t slide down over his head. Would he be able to cum if it stayed all hidden like a turtle? I kept working my own cock to give him something to copy. I wasn’t totally hard even. After last night I wasn’t horny yet, at least not for Joshua.
“How long do you have to do it?”
“Until you get the special feeling I was telling you about. It usually takes a couple minutes at least. If you start feeling like you gotta pee, that’s the feeling coming on. So whatever you do, DON’T STOP. Keep going and even speed up and then it will happen.”
He closed his eyes and rubbed his stiff little cock up and down. He was trying but I wasn’t sure it was progressing. “Do you want me to have a try and see if I can get it to happen?” I asked.
He stopped and looked at me. “You’d really do that?”
“If you want. I mean you don’t have to if you think it’s too weird,” I told him.
“OK,” he replied and pulled his hands away. “Just don’t pull down too hard, cause my skin you know.”
I pulled my Speedo up over my semi and stood next to him, facing him from the side. I reached around and took his penis into my hand. It felt so small compared to my own and especially compared to the thick cocks of Craig and Eduardo that I had recently in my grip. I ran my finger and thumb around until I found the rim of his covered tip. Then I started stroking him, making sure my thumb and finger hit the ridge with each up stroke. “Ooooh,” he cooed. “It feels better when you do it.”
I laughed. “It always does my friend. Make sure you hit this spot with your finger,” I told him as my finger rubbed the underside of his cockhead. He cooed some more and I could see his hips flinch slightly. “See what I mean?”
“Geez, yeah, that’s way better.”
“Now you try,” I instructed. He took his dick back into his hand and imitated my motions. I could tell it was starting to feel really good for him. His breathing had started to pick up.
“That’s better….but…um…. it felt better when you did it Max,” he said, almost in a whisper.
I think that was his way of asking me to do it for him, without actually asking. I was beginning to figure him out. “Do you want me to do it some more?” I asked.
“Would you?” he said hesitantly.
I moved behind him and ran my hand down his soft stomach and pushed his hand off his stiff nail and gripped it back in my fingers. I started stroking him again with my right hand while my left hand wrapped around him and explored under his shirt. I pressed against him from behind, my cock pushing up against his bony spine. I rubbed his chest and gently brushed against his nipples as I worked his hard dick up and down. “Oh… Max…oh,” was all he could say between gasps.
I started stroking him faster. His cock stiffened even more. I gripped it in my palm and squeezed as I continued stroking him. His breathing picked up. “It’s…uh…uh…starting to tingle Max,” he whispered.
“That means it’s coming. Don’t try to stop it. Just let it happen. You’ll love it Joshua,” I whispered. He nodded. I stroked. From behind him I felt his butt cheeks flex as he let out a gasp. I kept stroking. Soon his whole mid-section seemed to spasm at once and he dropped several inches as his knees buckled. I was pretty sure he had experienced his first orgasm! I was certain when he pushed my hand away and collapsed back into me.
“Sorry, I couldn’t take it being touched anymore,” he said.
With my arm still wrapped around him, I pulled him back up to get his balance. “It’s cool dude. Everyone’s dick gets like that right after they orgasm. Did you like it or what?”
“Like it? Holy crap Max! That was like the most wicked thing ever. It was like fireworks went off in my head or something!”
“See. I told you. Now you’ll never be bored Josh. You’ll always have a toy to play with. It’s almost more fun before you start sperming. You don’t have to worry about cleaning stuff up.”
“What it like?”
“What?”
“You know. Sperms.”
“White. Gooey. Sticky,” I replied. “I guess you’ve never watched porn?”
He shook his head. “Can I see yours?”
“My sperm?” He nodded. I really didn’t plan to jerk off until I shot, but what the hell. I must admit, holding him against me while he shuddered in orgasmic bliss did make my dick a little harder again. “I guess.” I let go of my grip around his chest and stepped back.
I pushed my Speedo down and took my cock back into my hand and started stroking. My shirt was getting in the way so I lifted the front and hooked it behind my head.
“Wow. You got a lot muscles,” Joshua said. I smiled. I leaned over and let a large ball of spit drip from my mouth and land on the tip of my cock. I worked it in as lube. Joshua’s eyes got big.
“It feels better if there’s something slick,” I explained. “At least for us dudes without skin.” I kept stroking. Craig had showed me tricks to not cum so fast, but I wasn’t using any of them. I just wanted to shoot and let him see my jizz so we could get going.
Joshua hadn’t bothered pulling up his shorts or underwear. They were still around his ankles. I had been focusing on my own dick so I didn’t notice right off that he had gotten a boner again and was rubbing it as his eyes were glued on my hand flashing up and down. Something about seeing him boned up again from watching me ignited a flame and set off my climax. “Oh shit! Watch Joshua,” I exclaimed as I cupped my left hand in front of my dick. I gave my cock a few more tugs and then stopped. My dick pulsed and a little squirt of cum jumped into my palm before more oozed from the end and dripped off. I squeezed my cock from the base to expel out the rest of my load and scraped it onto my palm. I stepped towards Joshua, holding my hand out for him to see.
His eyes were gigantic. “Wow! That was cool Max,” he exclaimed smiling at me. “But, uh… um…what do you do with that stuff now?”
I thought about eating it but thought that might be too much for him, so I just scraped it off onto a branch on a nearby bush. My cum wrapped around the thin twig and then started to drip off. “Well, at home I’d just wipe it off with a Kleenex and flush it. But I guess that’s the best I can do here.”
I had just pulled stuffed my cock back into my Speedo and pulled my shirt back down when I heard Craig yelling our names from afar. I guess it was time to go. Joshua panicked and pulled his shorts quickly.
“Coming,” he yelled back over his shoulder. I could tell he was alarmed, as if we’d gotten caught or something. “We better go,” he said anxiously.
“Relax,” I told him. Then yelled towards the boat, “Be there in a minute.” He started to leave. “Hey, don’t forget your shells.” He had put them down on the ground before we started things.
As we walked back to the boat, Joshua asked me, “So is that what you do with your boyfriend?”
“Sure. And a lot more of course.”
“You do?” he asked in disbelief. “Already? Like what?”
“You know. Sucking. Fucking.”
“You lick your boyfriend’s penis? Isn’t that gross?”
“I don’t think it’s gross, but a lot of boys would. Boys that aren’t gay anyway. Of course they don’t think it’s gross when a girl sucks them, or when they lick a smelly vagina. Blech!”
“I’m not sure I could do that,” he replied, making a disgusted face. It reminded me of when I was hesitant to do it too. You know, like two three whole months ago. It seemed really funny now to think about.
“Well, it takes a little getting used to the idea, but then it’s fun. So do you think you’ll try what we did some more on own? I think you got the hang of it, right?”
“Yeah, I think so. It was still better when you did it.”
“Well when you get back to your hotel, lock yourself in the bathroom and see if you can get an orgasm on your own. Maybe try it in the shower. It feels really good with a little soap. It makes it slide better. And the shower feels good on it too.”
“Really? Cool. I’ll try it, I promise.”
***
When we dropped them off at their resort, I told Joshua not to have too much fun.
He said “ok” but with a big smirk. He knew exactly what I was talking about. “See ya tonight,” he said, beaming. We had made plans to meet again for dinner.
Craig asked the Captain to get us back as fast as possible. Our dives had taken longer than usual and we worried we wouldn’t get back in time to say goodbye to Eduardo. He opened up the throttle and we flew up the shoreline, bouncing on the waves. Somehow Craig was still able to assemble all his gear into his dive bag while the boat bounced and lurched.
We were in luck! We made it back just in time to catch Eduardo and his family as they were checking out. Marcelo jumped into my arms and squeezed me tight. Eduardo and I exchange more of a bro hug, so as not to appear too gay I guess. He whispered into my ear. “I never forget these few days.”
“Me too. Message me on insta when you get home okay?” I leaned over and whispered into his ear. “I guess we got away with it, huh?”
He smiled at me. “Si, si amigo.”
I was going to miss him. He was a really cool friend. How lucky we just happened to be on the same shuttle and met his family when we arrived! This trip wouldn’t have been near as fun without Eduardo to hang around with.
Craig and I went back to the room. We were both exhausted from having been up late (doing naughty stuff). I don’t usually get into taking naps, but when Craig suggested it, it sounded like the best idea ever. I was tired for one, but it was also a good excuse to avoid hanging out at the resort and running into Armando. We both stripped off our wet suits and climbed back between the crisp, fresh sheets. I wasn’t sure if he would want to cuddle again like last night, or if that was only because we had fucked. But when I scooted to the middle of the bed, he reached his arm around me and pulled me closer. It felt nice to be up against his big warm body once more. “So what do you want to do when we wake up and before we go to dinner?” he asked as his hand ran up and down my back.
I hadn’t really thought about it, but I knew instantly what I wanted. I wanted his dick in me again. I wanted all the feelings from last night repeated. I wanted the feelings of closeness. I wanted his big dick to drive me to another intense orgasm. “I wanna fuck,” I told him.
He smiled at me and winked. He playfully kissed me on my nose and pulled me against him. “Let’s sleep first. Then….” he said, without finishing his thought.
***
I woke before Craig. He was on his back, snoring rather loudly. That might have been what woke me. I couldn’t resist taking a peek under the covers at his cock. It was arched up over his belly, not completely hard, but not soft and dangling either. Without even thinking, I licked my lips. I wanted it. That cock. I wanted it in my mouth. I wanted it hard and stiff and stuffed deep inside of me, making those pulses of pure pleasure flow through my mid-section. I wanted it deep inside, making me lightheaded and tingling from head to toe.
I need to use the restroom first though, so I crawled gently out my side of the bed and tip-toed to the bathroom. It was perfect timing for what I had in mind, because I needed to go number two. It was perfect to empty things out so I could fill it with Craig’s dick.
I jumped into the shower for a quick cleansing of my backside. I thought if Craig ended up wanting to lick me down there, it might be kind of gross with me just having pooped. While I was washing up, I had an idea. I would wake Craig up with a blowjob, just like the first time we did anything. Then when he was good and hard, I would climb on top of him and guide his cock into me. I would do all the work while he just relaxed. He would love it. Well, at least I hoped he would.
After I dried off, I got the lube and spread it in and around my hole with my fingers. It felt a little tender, but I wasn’t sure if that was from just having gone or from Craig’s pounding the prior night. I just wanted my hole to be ready so that when I climbed atop him, I could quickly get started. I thought the suddenness of it would be surprising and arousing for him!
***
My plan worked perfectly! Craig was still snoring when I returned to bed and crawled under the covers and took his soft cock into my mouth. I tongued it all over, tasting the saltiness left-over from the sea water. It was fully hard and pressing against the back of my throat before Craig even stirred. “Hmmm, now that’s a fine way to wake up,” he complimented me as he gently ran his hands through my hair.
It was quite a change from how Craig reacted the first time I woke him up with a blow job. He was upset and angry that first time. I liked this reaction much better. We’ve become so much closer these past few days and I love it.
That was my cue to move on. I threw back the covers and unwrapped a condom. Craig just grinned at me as I rolled the Trojan down his dick. I added a bit more lube to the already lubricated condom and threw my leg over his body and straddled his abs. “Just sit back and let me,” I told him as I reached behind me for his hard cock and guided it towards the cleft of my ass. I worked it around a bit to get the angle right and then pushed down until it popped inside.
It stung, but only for a second. I held my breath as I lowered myself until Craig’s pubes were tickling my ass. “Wow!” he said, looking at me with a wide smile. I ground my hips around and felt him enter me a bit more deeply. I swear his dick inside me sets off fireworks!! I wasn’t cumming already, but his cock was sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. I started rocking more and more until I was eventually lifting up and let his cock partially slide out. He reached out pulled me down onto him and kissed me forcefully. “You’re just fucking amazing Max,” he told me once he broke free from our kiss. He had started thrusting his cock up into me. I leaned back down and sat on him to take back control. Then I started riding him up and down as fast as I could.
“Oh shit, oh shit,” he moaned. I loved making him feel good. And I was feeling pretty fucking good myself!!!! I’d found the perfect angle to ride him so that he was constantly pressed against my prostate. As I bounced precum was dripping from my dick and flying from it as it flopped up and down and side to side. Drops of sticky precum were splattered on both my thighs and belly.
I had closed my eyes to focus on the tremendous feelings coming from my insides so I didn’t see Craig reaching for my cock. But I felt it when he rubbed my precum into my head and began stroking me. He eventually added some lube from the bottle and soon my dick was sliding in and out of his tight fist as I bounced on his cock. All too soon we were both driving to the climactic end of this sacred act. I was whimpering like crazy, letting out little high pitched moans as my orgasm quickly built.
He came first. I swear I could feel his cock pulsing as he let out a series of primal grunts! I knew he was filling the rubber with his spunk. Feeling him getting off pushed me over the edge as well. I cried out as four small drops of Max-jizz jumped from my cock onto Craig’s arm and hand.
He immediately licked my cum off his hand. It’s so hot to have someone like eating your cum and enjoying it. It’s like you’ve given them a special treat or something. I collapsed onto his chest and he hugged me. His cock softened and slipped from my butt as he pulled me further up his chest. “Thanks Max. That was a great way to wake up. I must have really drained you last night. You hardly came anything at all.”
“You’re welcome Craig. It was fun,” I said as I rolled off him. It was getting hot pressed together. “I probably hadn’t built much back up since earlier this morning.”
“This morning? We didn’t do anything this morning Max,” he asked, clearly confused. God dammit! I’d done it again. I blurted something out without thinking. I didn’t plan on telling Craig about jerking off with Joshua, but now I almost had to.
“Well,” I muttered, “Joshua and I jerked off in the bushes during our surface interval.”
“Max!” he exclaimed. “Really?” I could sense a little of angry Craig from the other night returning.
“No! It’s not like that. I am not into him at all. I was just being nice,” I pleaded.
“Being nice?”
“Yeah! I was asking him about being gay and stuff and he said he didn’t know. So I asked him what he thought about when he jerks off. And he said he didn’t know how. I couldn’t believe it. What kid hasn’t figured that out by his age? So I thought it would be nice and teach him. That’s all. I wasn’t even planning to cum, but he begged to know what sperm looks like so I showed him. Don’t be mad Craig. He doesn’t have anyone who can teach him this stuff. I felt sorry for him. No dad, no uncles and he doesn’t have many friends.”
“You promise you weren’t just trying to get into his pants.”
“Honest. I promise. He’s not really my type at all. His dick is way too small,” I added, gripping Craig’s softening cock. “I like this one a lot better.”
“Alright Max. Alright. I believe you. It’s fine. Just hope he isn’t the type to go home and tell his moms. Ooofff. That would make dinner awkward.”
“He won’t. He’s super embarrassed about stuff. No way he will tell. But Craig, can I ask you something?” He nodded for me to go ahead. “Well, his dick is weird. He’s got foreskin like Eduardo and Spencer, but when he’s hard, he can’t get his head to pop out. The opening is way too small. He said he can barely get it to pop out when it’s soft. Is that normal? Eduardo’s and Spencer’s aren’t like that.”
“Hmm. Sounds like he has a case of phimosis,” Craig explained. “That’s when the skin is tighter than it should be. He’ll probably outgrow it once he starts masturbating more, but if not he might eventually need to be circumcised.” I grimaced. The thought of having your dick cut on seemed really painful. “But let’s let Joshua figure that out on his own, okay. We’re not the ones to be pointing it out to him. I am sure his moms take him for regular physicals and the doctor will see, eventually.”
“Ok. Thanks for explaining. It seemed really wrong.”
“What shall we do now?” he asked. “Want to go down to the pool for a while?
“Nah,” I replied. “I need to call Cam and I kind of just want to chill.”
“Suit yourself. I need a shower. Just remember not to mention to Cam anything about what we just did. Right?”
“I know Craig!” I replied, rolling my eyes at him. But did I know? I hadn’t told Cam anything about Craig and I fucking around yet. But I tell Cam everything! I don’t know why Craig is so worried about it. If anything, Cam will just be jealous. It’s not like he’s going to tell anyone. I trust him.
It just hadn’t been the right time to tell Cam. When Craig and I first did things, I was learning new things and I thought it would be really cool to surprise Cam with them when I get back. New things like humming while I sucked his dick. Or how I could manage not to cum so fast now thanks to the tricks Craig showed me. Then I remember thinking I should at least mention to Cam that Craig and I had done something, but I guess a part of me knew he might be shocked and maybe mad. Not mad that I did it, but just mad that I hadn’t told him right away like I had with everyone else I’d even done stuff with. And then Craig kept reminding me not to tell Cam, so I just never have.
I really think when I get home and I’ve sucked his dick and done the humming thing or maybe when after I’ve fucked him for 10 minutes without jizzing, then I’ll tell him the missing chapters of the Cozumel trip. It will probably turn him on so much he will want to fuck some more!
I thought about it for a bit and then joined Craig in the shower.
***
I did talk to Cam while Craig went down to the pool bar for a while. I told him all about teaching Joshua how to jerk off. I didn’t say a word about riding Craig’s cock. His big news was that he actually talked Noah into trying to suck him. Sadly, Noah didn’t really seem to like it.
***
When we met Joshua and his moms for dinner, Joshua came running up to us from across the square. He was so excited and I was pretty sure I knew why. “How was your afternoon dude?” I asked, almost laughing.
“Awesome, oh my god I,” he started to blurt out before it dawned on him that Craig was right behind us. “It was …um..fun,” he checked himself.
The restaurant we were eating at was next to a souvenir shop, so after we sat down and ordered something to drink, I asked if Joshua and I could go look at t-shirts. Of course nobody minded.
As soon as we were outside the restaurant, I stopped him. “Soooooo?????”
“Dude!!!!!! That was freaking amazing!”
“So you go the feeling again on your own?”
He nodded enthusiastically. “Three times.” Holy shit! Three times in one afternoon? That was funny.
“In a row? Or did you take a break.”
“Well, twice in the shower. And then again just before we left. And I’m going to do it again before bed!”
“Oh man. I’ve got you addicted. Don’t do it too much, your dick will get sore. Been there, done that. So did you think about anyone when you were doing it?” He suddenly got quiet and shy. He looked away. “It’s ok. It’s none of my business. Really. It doesn’t really matter.”
“You!” he muttered, still looking down.
“Huh?” I asked.
He shrugged. “You. I thought about you. About touching your dick like you did mine.”
I put my arm around him and pulled him towards the shop. “I’m honored to be part of your fantasy. So maybe you’re a little bit gay then, huh?”
“I dunno. Maybe just a little,” he said, giggling.
** End of Chapter 23 **
Author’s notes:
I will finish up Mexico for Max in the next chapter and then it’s back home, where the story will pick up the pace. (Hopefully you don’t feel like Mexico has dragged on too long).
Thanks as always for the continued feedback craigpnifty@protonmail.com
Be safe and be well.