Max's Awakening #35

Max’s Awakening #34

Author’s Notes:

We pick up where we left off – Max and Noah spent the night at Cam’s and they all had a great time. Maybe too much of a great time for our straight friend (Noah).

The boys are off to help Craig paint his guest room….

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Chapter 35

We gathered our things just before Craig and Bob returned with donuts. Noah was still very quiet, which is definitely out of character. He must be feeling weird about fucking another boy. Cam and I exchanged looks and we both intuitively knew to leave him alone. Thankfully donuts, being one of Noah’s favorite foods, did improve his mood.

I don’t think Noah ever expected his first time having sex would be with his best friend’s boyfriend’s butt, and it was clearly weighing on him. I wondered: would a straight guy even count that as losing his virginity? Or would that only register if it were with a girl? I knew better than to ask.

***

Craig gave us instructions on the way to his house, but I have to admit, I wasn’t paying much attention. I just couldn’t get out of my head that Cam was Noah’s first fuck. I know I said I wasn’t obsessing over Noah’s cock stuffing my ass, but that doesn’t mean I hadn’t thought about it - often. Hell, before the blowup at his house when he surprised Cam and I, I packed a condom thinking I might coax him into fucking me.

Ever since I started blowing him a few months ago, I’ve wondered what it would feel like. He’s almost as thick as Craig - at least at the base, and once Craig made it clear we were never doing it again, it was Noah I thought about in his place. Of course, after Chad, I knew there was a point at which bigger doesn’t necessarily mean better and Cam always gets the job done well.

It’s stupid to be jealous, but I can’t deny that reality. I hate myself for being so petty. Shouldn’t I be happy they both had fun? I mean, they are my best friends. It’s not like Noah was jealous when Cam fucked me last night. It bothers me that it bothers me. Know what I mean?

***

I’d like to say we were so focused on doing a good job for Craig that we didn’t talk much, but I knew better. I understood Noah’s deal, and why I was pissy, but I couldn’t figure out why Cam was so quiet. He usually charms the adults in the room, but even he barely laughed at some of Craig’s typically bad dad jokes. Is he so attuned to see I’m jealous and is irritated at me because of it? Sigh. Why do things have to be so complicated?

We broke for lunch with most of the brush work done. There was just a little bit of edge painting to finish and then the main walls could be rolled. Craig warmed some leftover spaghetti. We would help Craig without any reward, but he did promise pizza later.

We ate in silence. Craig must have picked up on everyone’s mood.

“So, did you guys stay up all night or what? You were all just ungrounded and reunited, but you’re acting like someone peed in your cornflakes.”

The three of us looked at each other, not sure what to say. “We were asleep by midnight,” Noah answered, devoid of emotion.

“Then why the sour moods? Did something happen? Was there a big argument or something?” Craig pried. No, no arguments. Just my best friend fucking my boyfriend instead of me.

“We’re fine,” Cam interjected, trying to sound happy, but failing. I still can’t figure out what is bothering him. “No problem, right guys?”

“No,” Noah and I replied. Apparently, none of us wanted to discuss what was on our minds.

***

We rinsed our plates and put them in the dishwasher before getting back to work, just as quietly as we ate. Craig instructed Cam and I to start rolling while he and Noah tackled the remaining brush work. The paint goes on really fast rolling. I have to admit, seeing a whole wall finished and how good it looked slightly improved my mood.

Not only is rolling fast, but it uses a lot more paint. We already needed to refill the tray after doing the smallest wall. “Can we get more paint, please?” Cam asked.

“Fuck!” I heard Craig respond. I turned, expecting to see a big spill or something. But it wasn’t anything like that. “This isn’t going to be near enough,” Craig added, holding up the paint can. “I’ll need to run back to Lowe’s to get some more. I should have known one gallon wasn’t going to be sufficient.”

“We’ll keep working while you go,” Cam offered, returning to his natural adult-pleasing self. “That way we’ll finish sooner. I can’t wait for pizza.” I was glad someone else was still hungry. The small bowl of spaghetti wasn’t going to cut it.

“Great,” Craig answered. “Just be careful.”

“Yes, sir,” I answered, smiling. I like that he trusted us enough to continue without his supervision.

“Hey,” Noah said suddenly. “Can I go with you? I’m done and you don’t need three of us to roll.” He was right, plus we would be out of paint in 15 minutes anyway.

***

I was glad to be alone with Cam, and no, not for the reason you’re thinking, perv! It was the first time we had truly been alone since we broke up, plus it was time to rip off the Band-Aid and find out what was wrong with Cam (okay, I’d jump his bones too if there was enough time).

“So…?” I said as we resumed.

“Sooooo?” Cam replied.

“So, why are you so quiet? Did I do something?” I asked, my arms folded.

He shook his head. “Max, dude,” he said, carefully putting down the roller. He wrapped his arms around me. “It’s nothing like that. I just can’t stop thinking about what that mother fucker did to you. It’s all I can focus on - getting even with him.”

FML. I’m pissy because Noah fucked Cam while Cam is upset about what happened to me. God, I’m even more petty and pathetic than I realized. Ugh. I gently hugged him back. “Oh,” I said. “I was sure it was something else.”

“What?” he whispered, kissing my cheek as he rubbed my chest.

“Nothing,” I answered. I didn’t want him to know how stupid and insecure I was being.

“Maxwell,” he said sternly, in a tone that reminded me of his father. “We said no more secrets. Why did you think I was quiet?”

I shuffled my feet. This was so awkward. “I thought you were mad at me,” I managed to mumble. “Because I was being pissy.”

“Hmm,” he replied. “I didn’t really notice. I thought you were just into painting and I was lost in my own thoughts of revenge.”

I felt dumb. I worked myself up and was stuck in my own head rather than communicating with him. Again. Why do I do that?

“So, why are you ‘pissy’?”

“It’s stupid and doesn’t matter. Forget about it,” I replied. I just wanted to change the subject and move on. “I thought this color was so dreary at first, but I actually kind of like it on the wall.”

“No, it isn’t! Tell me,” he pleaded, completely ignoring my deflection.

I took a deep breath. So much for my feeble attempt to distract him with small talk. “I feel so extra and dramatic. I don’t want to be cringey, but…”

“But what?”

“I’m just a little jealous is all.”

“Of what?” he asked, thoroughly confused.

“Of you and Noah…you know, this morning?”

I assumed the worst all day: about my own pettiness, that Noah would never want to top me, and even the dull itch of wondering if Noah really likes Cam better than me. Holy shit. Was that part of why it upset me? They have become so close, so fast, and when we were broken up, Cam still wanted to hang with Noah. Which I get, because Noah is awesome, but it was also a stark reminder. Cam was no longer just Noah’s best friend’s boyfriend. He’s become one of his best friends, independent of me.

That has always made me really happy, how well we all get along together. I know it doesn’t matter and is so fourth grade, but it made me feel like shit wondering if Noah preferred Cam over me. After all, when we were broken up, why wouldn’t Noah have taken my side? I’ve known him his whole life and he’s only been friends with Cam for a few months.

Suddenly, Cam startled me out of the broody rabbit hole of anxiety I stumbled into. He roared with laughter. “That’s all? Don’t worry. He’ll do you next time. I could tell he loved it.”

“Huh?” I asked, genuinely perplexed. “He was freaked out about it, remember?”

“Yeah, duh, he’s straight. I’d be surprised if he weren’t freaking about how much he enjoyed it. Give him a day and he’ll be horny again,” Cam explained. He spoke with such confidence, as if he had no doubts or had been through this before.

“That seems like wishful thinking,” I responded flatly.

“Nah, I heard his moans of ecstasy in my ear when he blew. His whole fucking body was twitching. I could feel it. He managed to utter an ‘oh my fucking God’ as well as a solid ‘thanks man’ before he pulled out and remorse set in,” Cam explained. I hadn’t heard Noah’s reactions. I must have been too far away. “He’ll do it again,” Cam continued. “Trust me. Just give him time to get over feeling awkward and guilty. I bet he’ll even ditch condoms soon.”

“You really think so?” I asked hopefully. All my fantasies about Noah taking me focused on how good it would feel as his relatively impressive girth expanded my hole and tickled my special button. But to be bred by him? The thought excited me. I know from experience how much he cums in my mouth. It would feel so nice and warm inside my butt. As close as we are, it seems only natural.

He nodded. “Besides,” he added, slipping a hand up my shirt. “It just wasn’t the same as when we do it.” He pulled me into a prolonged kiss, our tongues pressing into each other’s mouths. I was so relieved he dismissed my misguided jealousy and insecurity. I still wasn’t sure he was right about Noah’s potential ongoing willingness to fuck other boys, but I was happy to be in Cam’s arms making out. I can’t explain how much better I immediately felt.

Both of us were soon hard. We somehow made it onto the floor and were rolling around our bodies pressed against each other. Cam pulled off my shirt so I did the same to him. It was so fucking hot, our bare, smooth chests pressed together. I swear to God I almost came right there when I felt his hard nipple rub against my own little nubs. Jesus, why are my nipples still so small? You’d think I was still 10 or something.

“How much time do you think we have?” Cam asked.

“I’m not sure. Lowe’s isn’t very far. Did you want to…”

“Make love?” he asked. God, I love the way he says that. I know it sounds ridiculous and corny coming from an eighth grader, but it’s so accurate. I just nodded. “I mean, I always want to, but no, that might be pushing our luck,” he grumbled, sounding more frustrated than someone who had four fucks in the last 18 hours has any right to. “I could suck you,” he offered, gripping my throbbing erection through the mesh shorts I borrowed from Noah. “You do come pretty fast, usually.”

“Hey!” I bristled. That was rude af. I’m working on it.

“Hmm…sometimes it’s a good thing. I love when you come fast,” he replied. “It means you’re into me and love what I’m doing to you,” he added. That’s for fucking sure. I’ve really noticed how much more swag Cam has since we reconciled, like after he came out, he just said fuck it. He doesn’t hold back, and it’s hot.

“I guess, but, um, maybe we should save it for later? We have to do SOME painting or Craig will know.”

“Okay,” he shrugged. “Suit yourself. But next time, I call the shots and you will do as I say — because you want to please me like the good boy you are.” He smirked.

Holy shit. Daddy Cam was too much. “I like when you do that,” I replied, grinning. Fuck. If I couldn’t have Craig (or any other man) love me like that…the hottest fucking boy in the world gently dominating me might be even better.

Cam climbed atop me and we resumed kissing. I broke into a sweat, both from our feverish making out and Cam’s body heat burning into me from above. He shifted slightly, so our dicks were perfectly aligned and started grinding. Oh man. Even with both of us wearing shorts, our frotting still felt amazing. The tingle of an orgasm began almost immediately.

I began to protest, but Cam was having none of it. He pressed harder into me both with his mouth and hips and gripped my hands. “Cum for me baby,” he commanded in a whisper.

Cum I did. Like a fucking freight train! I felt my cock pulse and the feel of my hot load soaking into my Calvins and eventually onto the skin just above my pubes. Cam rolled off to the side, catching his breath. “Better?”

God, I love this boy. “Yes sir, totally,” I giggled. “Thanks babe. You always know just what I need.”

Cam surprised me by pulling down my shorts. “Shit,” he complained. “It's all soaked in. I was hoping for a little dessert. That spaghetti didn’t come close to filling me up.”

I wiped my finger into the wetness of my blue trunks and put it to his mouth. “There, that will have to hold you until we go for pizza.” Who knew sucking a finger could be so seductive?

I jumped up and ran to the bathroom to wipe the jizz from my underwear. I forgot I was wearing Noah’s shorts and I don’t know he would appreciate cum stains on them, even if they were old. A tiny bit had soaked through already, but I don’t think he’ll notice.

***

We got busy painting, my dick slowly fading into a less aroused state. Talking and making out with Cam made me feel so much better. Or maybe it was the ejaculation. I started rolling while Cam moved the drop cloths under the next wall.

I didn’t realize he slid beside me, and when I turned to reload, we had a little accident. The roller nabbed Cam right in the chest, leaving a large gray smear across his six pack. “Hey, what the Hell?” he exclaimed.

I shouldn’t have laughed, but I couldn't help it. He looked so funny, emblazoned with a grey tummy. God, that stomach. Yes, he’s ripped, but he has this veneer of softness that only a 13-year-old can.

“Let me paint,” he whined, holding out his hand for the roller. “Craig will be pissed if we haven’t gotten further than this. And he’ll think I gave you head or something,” he replied. The horror! He’d be more turned-on hearing about it than I might be experiencing it. He loaded up the roller and covered a few more feet of wall.

“Hey, you missed a spot,” I said, stepping towards him and pointing out a section with poor coverage.

“Where?” he asked.

I stepped closer. “Here,” I said, almost touching the wet wall.

I couldn't believe it. I felt the roller come all the way down my back.

“I think I got it,” Cam said stone faced. What a sneaky, scheming little shit!

I growled and we both busted out laughing, right as Craig walked in.

***

Craig’s initial reaction, seeing us covered with paint, was confusion. “What the eff?” he asked. I couldn’t tell if he was just surprised or actually upset.

Cam and I simultaneously pointed to one another. “He started it!” we both blurted, almost perfectly in unison. Cam must have found it just as funny as I did, because we both began giggling maniacally. I still couldn’t tell if Craig was endeared or annoyed.

“Sorry,” Cam offered, finally gaining control over his laughter.

I caught my breath. “Yeah, sorry,” I added, hoping Craig wasn’t pissed.

“It’s fine,” Craig replied, shaking his head. We must have seemed ridiculously immature, but whatever, I needed a belly laugh. “Just be careful what you touch.” He tossed a couple rags and we took turns wiping off each other.

***

Cleaned up and refocused, we returned to work. The awkward tension of earlier had dissipated. Even Noah’s mood was demonstrably improved. He was making jokes, poking fun at Cam and I, and even whistling when he wasn’t talking. He kept bringing up the fishing trip. Maybe Cam was right and he just needed a little time to get over his shame or embarrassment or whatever straight guys feel when they get off with a gay friend. Maybe Craig did something to cheer him up. I wonder if they talked fishing the entire time, since it was clearly on Noah’s mind. In any event, I’m glad we’re all feeling better.

***

Craig asked me to help wash the rollers and brushes. He has a garage sink that’s good for cleaning messy things.

“You seem much happier since Noah and I returned,” he asserted while the water warmed.

One of the things I love about Craig is how well he reads me. It’s obvious that we’re all in better spirits, but still, I appreciate that he notices. It shows he cares and pays attention in ways most grownups don’t.

“Did you and Cam take advantage of your alone time? If so, don’t tell your mother. She’ll scalp me for not being more diligent.”

I tried to be coy. “Maybe,” I teased evasively. I couldn’t help but smirk, recalling Cam getting me off.

“I figured,” he responded. He didn’t sound angry or disappointed, almost as if he fully expected us to take advantage of the opportunity. He certainly didn’t care - other than worrying about Mom discovering he's really shitty at being a cock-blocking chaperone.

“Honestly, we just kissed. And talked,” I explained. I guess that’s technically untrue. I mean Cam DID make me cum, but it’s not like we fucked or sucked. We just kissed...while we rubbed our junk together.

I felt a little guilty, lying to Craig. I’ve always told him everything, but does it really matter? I feel like I’m entitled to some privacy and know I can’t always share everything. Cam and I are going to have tons of sex, and keeping Craig updated with every detail isn’t realistic. Besides, it’s probably better he doesn’t get a blow-by-blow account. I amused myself with the unintentional double-entendre.

I know how much he enjoyed the details and I think it helped lower his inhibitions, which enabled what happened in Mexico…and now he feels shitty about that (but shouldn’t).

“So, which cheered you up? Kissing or talking?”

I grinned. “Both. But mostly talking.” Okay, creaming my shorts helped too, but honestly, it was mostly Cam’s reassurances.

“Care to share what was bothering you two?” he asked.

I may not have confided the details of our sexual escapades, but talking to Craig about feelings and stuff like this is what makes him so special. He really is the best. I told him all about telling Cam about Chad and explained how Cam was quiet earlier because he was still pissed at Chad.

“I’m still working on a plan in regards to Chad,” Craig assured me. “I’ve been thinking about it for days, but so far, none of my ideas are great. I promise: I won’t let you - or Brett - down.” I relayed Cam’s desire to be involved with whatever we come up with, adding my uncertainty about whether that’s a good idea. I wasn’t sure what Cam might do to Chad if given the opportunity.

“That explains Cam’s melancholy mood,” Craig observed. “Now, what was your deal? Did telling them upset you all over again?”

“How do you know I told Noah?” I immediately shot back. I’m certain I didn’t mention him.

“Well, uh…Noah mentioned it on our paint run,” he hesitantly explained.

“Really?” I was a little annoyed. I know their hearts are in the right place, but why is the biggest fuck up of my life a topic of gossip? I don’t want to be a source of pity.

“Why are you surprised?” he answered defensively. “He’s bothered by what happened because he cares about you.” He looked at me quizzically, as if he was studying my facial expressions. “Besides, you’re not the only one who trusts me enough to share personal things. I am Noah’s favorite uncle,” he added playfully.

It’s true, Noah adores Craig, but still. “I doubt he told you everything,” I answered smugly. Noah begged me not to mention blowing him, so there’s no way he would confess to buttfucking Cam.

Craig just smiled. “Um, well…you might be surprised. You did notice Noah was in a better mood when we got back, right? Let’s just say, he got a few things off his chest and feels reassured,” Craig responded. It’s as if he’s hinting that Noah told him about having anal sex, but there’s no fucking way. It has to be something else. I stared at him, trying to read between the lines.

“He described exactly what happened between him and Cam while Bob and I were gone to YoYo’s, if that’s what you’re wondering,” he finally offered. His lip curled slightly, out of amusement or arousal I’m not certain, but it was obvious he knew.

I could hardly believe it. It’s like a boy just can’t hide anything from Craig! He just…has this way of getting you to open up about things you never thought you would with anyone, much less an adult.

“Wow. I never thought he’d tell anyone, even you. He seemed freaked out afterwards.”

Craig laughed. “Oh, he was. I think he enjoyed it a little too much, which caused him to question his sexuality. I straightened him out, no pun intended.”

I sighed. Sometimes Craig’s jokes are still kind of cringey.

“So, what was your deal? You weren’t jealous it was Cam and not you, were you?” Craig asked. What the fuck? Is he some sort of mind reader? I wasn’t sure whether to be relieved or annoyed.

Of course, as usual, he read me like a book. “Sorry,” he said, massaging my shoulder. “I didn’t mean to put you on the spot. Maybe next time it will be your turn.” I couldn’t believe he was talking to me like my petty jealousy was no big deal. I never intended to pull Craig into my ridiculous drama.

But since he asked, I explained.

“That’s what Cam said, but I doubt Noah will ever do it again. I know it’s stupid to be jealous, but Noah and I have been friends our whole lives and I’ve fantasized about doing that with him so many times,” I confessed. “I never thought he would...and then he does, but with Cam! I’m not angry or anything, but it bugs me - and it bothers me that it bothered me so much because I know it’s petty.”

Craig smiled. “Recognizing pettiness is a good way to get past it. It’s also a sign of growing up.”

“Maybe, but it’s still annoying,” I replied. I wasn’t as frustrated as I was before talking with Cam, but still.

“Besides, I wouldn’t discount the prospect of Noah doing it again,” Craig responded. “It’s possible sex with you might be too weird for him, since you’re so brotherly, but um…let’s just say he didn’t rule out partaking in the experience again, at least until he has a steady girl.” Seriously? I can’t believe how open Noah was with Craig. Actually, I can. That’s just so Craig.

“Really? Wow. I was positive it was a one-time thing,” I replied. “He really does tell you everything.” We both laughed.

Craig reminded me that he and Noah were close, long before the two of us became friends. I guess it makes more sense, now that I think about it. I’m just glad I have Craig in my life. Honestly, I’d be totally lost without him. I melted into his arms. I may have a horrible sperm donor, but I have Craig. Plus, he gives the best hugs.

I really do wish Craig was actually my father. I remember how honored he was when he saw I changed his contact to “Dad” on my phone (I was mortified). Later, when he tucked me in and refused sex, I was angry and hurt. He just said “dads don’t do that with their sons.” I could tell he desperately wanted to, maybe even more than I did. The fact that he denied himself - because he believed it was in my best interest - is the most paternal sacrifice anyone has ever offered me.

As much as Craig enjoyed hearing the tantalizing details of my sex life, he seems more and more interested in being like a father than just a friend or mentor. I guess that means I shouldn’t share every raunchy specific, so he isn’t tempted. As amazing as sex was between us, he’s adamant never to go there again. At the end of the day, I would rather have a daddy who loves me than a Daddy who makes love to me.

***

I’m so glad I had the chance to talk with Cam and Craig. It really helped get me out of my funk. Now that I’m over my stupid fit of jealousy, I realized this really has been an awesome weekend. I had a great time, finally reunited with my two best friends. Plus, I get time with them and Craig. All of my favorite people are together and enjoy one another, which feels amazing. I think being good with mom again helps, too. Things are turning up. Telling Noah and Cam about Chad was a relief as well. It’s good when your friends know everything and are still there for you.

I thought it might suck, but even the painting turned out really well. It was actually kind of fun, and I have to admit, the room looked freaking awesome when we were finished.

Craig and I returned upstairs after we finished cleaning the brushes. Noah and Cam had already replaced the wall plates and picked up the drop cloths. The space resembled a guest room and the fresh color was stunning. Once we moved some of the furniture back in place, it looked even more amazing. I definitely had a sense of pride from helping transform the room and I could tell Noah and Cam were feeling the same.

I was ready to scarf down some pizza - and if I timed it right, maybe a cum appetizer.

***

Noah bolted for his house to shower. I reminded him to return with my clothes. I was ready to get out of the old and baggy sweats I borrowed.

Craig ridiculously suggested Cam and I use the two bathrooms upstairs to shower at the same time. We both immediately burst into laughter.

“We’ll figure it out, Craig,” Cam responded.

We both knew separate showers weren't going to happen, but for a second I wondered if Craig was serious. Thankfully, he seemed to recognize that, grinned, and said something about not telling mom he was a lazy chaperone.

I grabbed Cam’s hand and walked him through the hall. I ripped my pants off as soon as I passed the door threshold, and yanked down my cummy underwear in one swift motion.

I started kissing Cam’s neck as he turned on the shower. I frantically removed his shirt and began nibbling on his nipples, first one and then the other and back again. His erection pressed tightly against me, angrily rubbing against the damp fabric from where he had leaked precum. He was aching for release, I could tell.

“I owe you. You took care of me earlier, and now it’s my turn,” I whispered before sucking his ear lobe. He stepped into the tub and pulled me toward him.

“Here? Now?” Cam protested, as if he were shocked I’d ever suggest such a thing. “We don’t have time... and I’m fine.”

I wasn’t having that. There was a cum deficit that needed to be resolved. I worked my hand to his hole and gently pushed, inserting a finger. My other fist started slowly jerking his cock. He sure was hard for not wanting to do anything.

“Max, don’t. Stop,” he said more forcefully.

“Why would you want me to stop?” I asked, not sure whether to be miffed or if he was just playing hard to get.

“Because! I don’t want Craig to be judgy, and it just seems wrong. I mean, Mrs. Peters clearly uses this bathroom. It seems kind of disrespectful.”

I saw his point. While technically a guest bathroom, she had clearly done the decorating. There were frilly towels, a variety of little soaps, and other girly shit no one actually ever uses.

“That’s not fair. You got me off earlier. I need to even things,” I offered as I kissed down his chest and stomach toward my prize.

I was pretty sure I was past the point of no return and he’d thank me in a few minutes after feigning objection. What happened next took me completely off guard.

“Max!” Cam yelled. Suddenly, I felt the sting of a wet slap on my butt. I know he was playing up the daddy thing earlier, but he just gave me a fucking swat like I was a little kid not listening!

I just stared, mesmerized.

“You need to learn to listen, the first time. I get off when I want to, and you get off when I let you.” Oh shit. This is hot. “Now turn around and bend over.”

Hell yeah. I was just going to suck him off, but I’ll totally take a fucking.

I assumed the position but the surprises just kept cumming. I expected to feel a finger, maybe a tongue, or even just his cock head pressed against my hole. Instead, he started spanking me.

“I’m going to start punishing you when you don’t follow directions,” Cam screeched, like a disappointed father whose voice hadn’t changed. It’s seriously jarring, a high pitch dominating you, but I’m here for it. I don’t know if Cam was getting off on this like I was, or if he somehow knew I found it arousing and was doing it to please me. Right then, I didn’t care.

When Chad spanked me, it was mean. When Craig spanked me, it was angry - but I deserved it and knew he did it because he loved me. But this…this was fucking hot.

To the best of my knowledge, Cam has never tried to dominate anyone, but was a natural. His swats were perfect. Not as hard as Chad or Craig, but he seemed to intuitively know how to use just enough force to show he meant business while still being erotic.

“Yes sir,” I squealed. After the fourth or fifth swat, I started squirming. “I’m sorry.”

“That’s better,” he responded as he pressed his body into mine as the warm water sprayed over us. I could feel his rock-hard cock filling the crack of my ass. He wrapped his arm across my chest and kissed my neck from behind. I was already horny when we got in the shower, but now? Fuck! My heart was racing and I felt like I could explode.

“Mmhmm,” he moaned. “Maybe I should fuck you. Disciplining you got me really hard.”

“Yassss,” I practically pleaded. “Cum inside of me.”

Cam reached for the bottle of conditioner on the rack. He moved away from me. I knew he was lubing up his cock. Thank God. I need him inside me.

I wasn’t to be denied. He pushed his cream covered cock up into my crack and immediately found the target. I was amazed how easily he pushed into me. It was almost like I pulled him inside out of sheer eagerness. I gasped as his cock suddenly filled me in a singular, swift motion. He gripped me from behind and started fucking me hard and quick. Oh god. I was in heaven. This was just like how Craig fucked me in the shower in Mexico. Quick, hard, and without much warning.

Once he got going, Cam seemed just as into it as I was. I was so glad I pushed through his initial objections. He was thrusting manically… faster than I ever remember. It was like he was possessed.

Cam grunted. “I’m going to impregnate you,” he moaned. Already? Cam never cums this fast. Maybe the setting and spanking really worked him up. I clamped down on his dick. That did it… he let out a yell as I felt his familiar warmth filling me. I wish I could explain how rapturous it is when he deposits his DNA deep in my guts.

He slowly stopped humping. “Oh shit, that was amazing.”

He started to step back. I stopped him. “Leave it in while I cum… please?” I began furiously stroking my cock.

Cam reached around, wrapping his hand on mine while caressing my other. Together, we jerked me off until I dribbled my load into the tub.

Cam spun me around and kissed me deeply. “Get your hair wet, we need to hurry. We don’t have time to wash thoroughly. Craig will know what we were up to. You can shower again at home if you need to.” I thought it was almost funny that Cam was worried about Craig knowing, given he had practically given us permission. But that’s just like Cam - always wanting to make a good impression on the adults. Still, he was right. Even though it was a quick fuck, we’d still been at it for a while.

“Yes sir,” I responded with a grin. He kissed my forehead and helped lather my hair. God, is there anything better?

***

Somehow, we managed to make it back to the living room before Craig came out of his room. Maybe being around us all day got him aroused enough he had to give his own dick a few tugs. I wonder if he’s had any sex since we returned from Mexico. It seems like he told me how he and Kim don’t do that much anymore.

I sat in my boxers until Noah could return with my clothes. There was something satisfying knowing I was going to dinner with a fresh load of Cam cum up my butt. It would be our own, special secret.

***

Noah barged through the front door with my clothes. I might be crazy, but Craig looked a little disappointed when I started to get dressed. He must have been enjoying the view. Soon, we were on our way to Pizza Pit. We were all starving and debated which toppings to include. If painting didn’t work up an appetite, the two sexcapades with Cam sure did. Cam told us his dad was meeting us there, which was cool. I really like Bob. He’s awesome. Plus, there was something deviantly satisfying to know I would be sitting next to Mr. Rice with his son’s spunk deep in my bottom, while he’s none the wiser.

***

We quickly ordered drinks. Craig and Bob had beer of course, while Cam, Noah and I opted for sodas. Noah’s a Coke guy all the way, but I don’t drink soda often, I like something more unique and Pizza Pit has really good red creme soda. Cam made a face when I ordered. Maybe he’s never had it? I don’t care for Dr. Pepper, which is what he chose.

Talk immediately turned to next weekend’s potential fishing trip. I’m going to be bummed if it doesn’t work out. The cabin sounds more and more interesting and everyone is stoked about it, especially Noah. I never realized how enthusiastic he is about fishing. I mean I knew he liked it, but Jesus, you’d think he’d just won the lottery!

He launched into a story I had heard before about a time he was fishing with Adam and Jackson. It was funny, at least the first two or three times I heard it. HIs dad and brother end up overboard and the fish swims away. Everyone else was rapt with attention as Noah told the tale, but having heard it repeatedly, I glanced around the restaurant, checking out the college football game playing on TV as tables around us steadily filled.

I glanced in a different direction and was surprised to see a familiar face - Ashley! Noah is going to lose his shit. He put on a nicer-than-normal shirt and combed his hair before we headed out. It isn’t that Noah normally dresses like a slob, but like a lot of straight guys, he doesn’t always put much thought or effort into his appearance. Thankfully for him, this was not one of those times.

I wondered who he was trying to impress? Anyway, I knew he’d be glad to be looking his best. Ashley hadn’t seen me. When I looked back towards her, I was shocked. I saw another face glaring at me, but not Noah’s girlfriend. Sitting right next to her was that mother-fucker Chad!

My heart stopped. I felt all the blood drain from my face. I bet I was white as a ghost and thought I was going to be sick. Chad just stared, and then had the audacity to smile.

** End of Chapter 35 **

Author’s notes:

Sorry we didn’t break any new ground. We planned to but wanted to get this chapter out as it had been a while since we’ve submitted a new chapter.

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