Max’s Awakening #36

by craigpnifty@protonmail.com and J

Author’s Notes:

Sorry this chapter took a while…we’ve both been busier than normal (especially me).  Thanks to all those who took the time to send emails wondering when the next chapter was coming.

While waiting for me to deal with my busy schedule and get more of Max penned, J submitted a 2^nd chapter to his own personal submission, Path to Perdition.  I’m sure he’d appreciate getting some reads and feedback:

https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/path-to-perdition/

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Chapter 36

I wish I could tell you what happened after I saw that fuckhead Chad leering at me from across the restaurant, but the truth is that the next hour is a total blur.  I don’t really remember much of anything until after I calmed down at Craig’s house.

I only have a few faint recollections of what transpired.  I don’t remember doing it, but I must have eaten some pizza because I could taste the pepperoni later that night after an unintentional burp.  I was somehow facing away from him as I ate.  I must have changed seats because I know I didn’t see him again after he grinned at me.  I remember Cam hugging me outside before Bob made him leave.  I also blew up at Craig for singing Bohemian Rhapsody on the ride back.  It completely slipped my mind, but Chad was singing that same damn song when he drove me back to the convenience story, happily, as if he had done nothing wrong.  I felt bad going off like that, especially on poor Craig, but I reacted before I had time to think.  It was so humiliating.

I think Noah sat with me in the back seat while Craig drove.  It had to be him since Craig was driving, right?  It was also Noah who eventually snapped me back to my senses.  I was on Craig’s couch, half-zoned out as they were whispering.  Noah had the audacity to suggest he break up with Ashley because her uncle is Chad, which pissed me off because why should he give up the girl he’s been crushing on for months?  Especially when she doesn’t have a clue her uncle is a sadistic child molester.

The clearest recollection of the night I have was sitting up when I heard Noah’s nonsense about cutting things off with Ashley.  I told him there was no way I was going to allow him to do that.  Craig agreed.  Noah suggested he tell Ashley, which Craig pumped the brakes on.

Craig… he always seems to know just what I need.  I was dreading leaving him and going home alone.  Even if Mom’s date flaked, she’s completely in the dark about Chad (and it’s going to stay that way) so she wouldn’t be able to console me or even understand why I’m upset.  Thankfully, Craig invited me to stay over and even offered to let me sleep with him since my room still reeked of paint.

Is it weird I think of Craig and Kim’s guest room as my room?  Probably, but I don’t think it gets used by anyone else.  Besides, Craig is like my dad and sons have bedrooms in their father’s house even if they don’t live there full time, right?  I wonder if they’ll let me decorate.  The new color is much more my vibe.  In fact, I just realized it’s not far off the shade of my room at home.  I wonder if Craig or Kim did that on purpose?  Maybe Mom would even let me spend a weekend or two a month here.

***

I headed off to their room while he grabbed a toothbrush from the linen closet.  I was surprised by how excited I was to be sharing Craig’s bed again.  The few days we spent in Mexico were some of my happiest, even if a lot of what we did led to the last few weeks of hell.  Things are different now.  I'm at peace with that, and don’t expect to do that.  Being next to Craig for an entire night was enough.  Kim is so lucky.

He handed me the toothbrush and we stood beside each other as we brushed.  “Two minutes,” he reminded me.  I was good at brushing my teeth, but having Craig care enough to remind me was just another one of those nice ‘dad’ things he does.  My real piece-of-shit father never cared enough to even bother checking.  I guess a lot of guys my age would be put off by an adult telling them how to brush, but the truth is, I don’t mind - not with Craig. 

***

Craig slipped into some baggy flannel pants and an old t-shirt.  I know he usually sleeps in his underwear, so I took it as he was making it very clear nothing would happen.  I peeled off my shorts and shirt and stood there in my underwear.  I don’t know how people sleep in pajamas.  I wanted to slip off my underwear, too - for two reasons.  One, I like to sleep naked, and two, I had jizzed in them earlier.  I wiped it out, but they were still soiled.  Sleeping in them seemed nasty.

Craig must have noticed my hesitation.  “What is it?” he asked.

“It’s just,” I began, hesitating.  I was nervous asking.  I didn’t want him to get the wrong impression.  “I was, uh, wondering if we could, you know, sleep naked like in Mexico.”

Craig grimaced.  “I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” he said solemnly.  “You just got back with Cam and neither of us want to be tempted to do anything inappropriate.”

He didn’t need to worry.  I wasn’t even thinking of sex.  “It isn’t like that,” I explained.  “I KNOW we can’t do that again.  Besides, I’m not even horny.  I mean I’ve cummed like five times in the last 24 hours.”

Craig looked surprised.  I guess he didn’t really know just how much Cam and I, and even Noah I guess, fooled around.  “I know sleeping nude is more comfortable, but still.  It doesn’t seem like a good idea,” he stated.

He must be more concerned about his own urges than I realized.  He talked so sternly to me recently about us not having sex again, I felt like he’d pushed the thought from his mind.  Maybe not.  I tried to explain. 

“It’s just, in Mexico,” I began, trying to chain together a coherent thought.  “I slept better than I ever had, anywhere.  I never felt safer, or loved.  Not even with Cam.  I know it’s dumb, but after tonight, with Chad… I just thought…”

I could see him melt at the mention of Chad and what I endured.  “Okay,” he gave in.  “If it means that much to you, you can sleep naked.  But it wouldn’t be appropriate for me to.”

That was music to my ears.  I pushed down my Calvin’s and jumped onto the bed.  I was glad I hadn’t boned up for no reason, because it would give Craig the wrong impression.  He pulled the covers back on Kim’s side and I eagerly slid under them.  Craig climbed in beside me.  I snuggled up next to him and hugged his large frame. 

A recollection came back to me, from Mexico.  I loved laying my head on his chest and playing with his soft hair.  I so wanted to be soothed by it again.  “Craig,” I said, getting his attention.

“Yeah bud?”

“I get why you don’t want to get naked, but will you take off your shirt at least?”

“Max…” he said, clearly doubting my intentions.

“Promise!  I’m not trying to start anything.  This is corny, but… um, I like petting your chest hair.  It’s soft and relaxes me,” I tried to explain.  “Please?”  I realized how pathetic I must have sounded, like a sad puppy.  I wasn’t trying to sound ridiculous, but it worked.

As I lay my head back on his belly, the hairs tickled my ears and I couldn’t help but giggle.  I love how soft it feels.  Laying on Cam’s torso is hot, but it’s like one big muscle.  More like laying on a hard bed.  Craig’s stomach has more padding and it's… squishy.

He caressed my head as I stroked his chest.  “Thanks for letting me spend the night and always being there for me and stuff,” I told him.  I truly don’t know where I’d be without him.  Sadder and lonelier, I bet.  It’s possible Cam and I never would have gotten together in the first place if he hadn’t helped early on. 

“Of course.  You’re my boy.  Nothing will even change that.”  His boy?  God, I love when he talks like that.  But it’s true.  I am his.  I always want to be his.  He’s shown me how it should be between a father and son.  At least, I think I love him how you’re supposed to love a dad.  And I know our bond will never be broken.

“I love you… Dad,” I confessed, as I gave his side a squeeze.  It didn’t even seem forced or unnatural or anything to call him Dad.  Nor did he react oddly. 

“I love you too, Max,” he answered.  “You’re the best son I could ever ask for.  Now go to sleep.”  I swear his words made me feel warm all over.  Loved.  Safe.  Content. 

In the arms of the man who loves me more than I deserve, I quickly found rest.

***

When I awoke the next morning, I was alone in bed and groggy.  I slept so soundly that it took a few seconds to realize where I was.  I sat up, my erection poking the sheet.  I was having a dream, but the memory of it was immediately purged.

“Craiiiig,” I called out.  I must have sounded whiny or desperately clingy, but I didn’t want to be alone.

Craig appeared in the door, wearing an apron over his PJs.  “Good morning, sunshine,” he said smiling.  “I’m making waffles.  Hungry?” 

I nodded.  “Yes sir, that sounds awesome.  Do you have any bacon or sausage?”  I asked.  I was starved, but wondered if making a request would seem ungrateful.  “I can help if you want.”

“Sure kiddo, I'm sure I can find something.  And I’m always happy to have your assistance, but I kind of wanted to serve you breakfast in bed - if you want.  Here,” he said, reaching into his pocket.  I was eager to help, but the idea of Craig spoiling me was super appealing, too.  He handed me my phone.  “It was on the living room floor and it’s been buzzing constantly for the last hour.” 

***

My screen was covered with notifications, the most important of which were texts from Cam.  “Hey babe, you up?” he asked about 40 minutes before, followed by “let me know when your lazy ass gets up” with a laughing emoji a few minutes later when I didn’t respond.

I FaceTimed him instead.  “Hey,” he quickly answered.  He must have had his phone in his hand.  “How are you feeling?” he asked tentatively, as if he wasn’t sure whether to ask.  He sounded genuinely concerned, and wasn’t just being polite or making small talk. 

“Better.  I spent the night with Craig,” I explained.  Cam and I texted after Noah went home last night, but that was before Craig offered to let me sleep at his house.  Cam told me how he and Bob followed Chad home and knew where he lived.  I wasn’t entirely sure why they did that.  I know they’re just trying to help, and I guess the more we know about that piece of shit, the better.  Who knows if it might be useful?

“Yeah, I know.  Dad and Craig have been talking all morning, for hours, like old people,” Cam laughed nervously.  “Did you, um… sleep okay?” he asked timidly.

I panicked.  Did he really think Craig and I were up to old tricks? 

“Don’t worry, nothing sexual happened,” I rushed to reassure him.  I was worried he immediately assumed Craig would take advantage of me in such a vulnerable state. 

“Relax!” he replied adamantly.  “I know.  Craig already assured me of that.  Besides, I wasn’t worried, anyway.  Not about that, just about YOU.”

“Oh,” I grumbled, embarrassed.  “Thanks.  I really am better.  I just needed to get away and calm down.  Craig helped.  He’s always there for me, just like -”

“A father should be?” Cam answered. 

“Yeah.  Though I was going to say just like YOU.  I don’t know what I would do without either of you, or Noah.”

“Aww.  Look who’s extra mushy this morning.  I love it,” Cam giggled.  God, that sound makes me instantly hard.  “Dude, I’m miserable without you.  Those few weeks we were broken up suuuuucked, as much as I denied it.”

“Same,” I squeaked, my voice quivering.  I didn’t want to think about our break up.  I wasn’t sure how I managed to find my soulmate at such a young age, but I’m certain that’s what we are.  Jesus, I feel like such a girl.

“Well, I need to go help Daddy with some stuff.  Enjoy the waffles.  Call me later and I’ll tell you more about last night.”

Just then, Craig knocked and entered with a tray… full of waffles, orange juice, and sausage of both link and patty.  I couldn’t believe Cam knew what Craig was cooking.  Had they really been talking all morning?

***

“Your breakfast is served, Master Coleman,” Craig announced in a horribly exaggerated British accent.  “I wasn’t sure if you’d prefer butter, peanut butter, whipped cream, strawberries, or just maple syrup on your waffle, so I brought a little of everything.”  Craig was beaming.

“It smells amazing, but… I better relieve my morning wood and use the bathroom first.”  I began climbing out of bed, realizing I was still naked when my erection slapped my belly.  I stopped dead in my tracks.  It wasn’t that I cared, but I didn’t know if Craig would become uncomfortable.

“I’ll leave this for when you return.  I didn’t have room for my coffee, and without it, I’ll get cranky,” Craig replied, totally deadpan.  “I know you were just on the phone with Cam, but you don’t have time to jerk off.  If your food gets cold and needs to be nuked, it’ll ruin my hard work and I’ll have to spank your bottom again.”  

For a split second, I paused.  Leaving the room as soon as Craig entered to serve me breakfast felt rude and ungrateful, but my bladder was about to burst.  Thankfully, when I glanced at Craig, he was grinning.  I realized he was teasing and couldn’t resist ribbing him back.

“You wish, old man,” I laughed.  Craig immediately lurched toward me, wrapping his arm around my chest, giving me a hug and a noogie of all things.  For a middle-aged guy with a dad bod, he sure is quick on his feet. 

“Don’t be insolent, little boy,” Craig said.  “I have other ways of dealing with you.”  He began tickling me, lightly at first, then more intensely.

I started giggling maniacally.  “Daddy, I’m going to…  pee all over….  if you don’t stop,” I managed to get out breathlessly.

Craig stopped his barrage and gave me a funny look.  “Okay, okay, go drain your hose,” he said before giving me a playful swat on my butt.  “Hurry up.”

***

After pissing, I considered throwing on my shorts.  My boner quickly deflated, but being naked and free while being served breakfast in Craig’s bed just felt right.  I had just begun enjoying my waffle, adding more syrup than I would under Mom’s watch, as Craig returned.  He crawled into bed, and I immediately shifted myself to lean against his torso as put his arm around me and patted my bare tummy.  “You seem to be in better spirits.”

“Thanks to you.  And Noah and Cam,” I answered. 

It really is amazing how quickly my ‘moods’ swing.  They talked about that in sixth grade human growth and development, how emotions are up and down in puberty, but it’s no joke.  Last night I was lost and in a daze and now it’s ALMOST like I’ve forgotten all about Chad.  It’s weird.  But the love from Craig, Cam, and Noah (he also texted to check on me) makes it easier.  And these waffles helped too - they had bacon cooked inside!  Who does that?  They were effing delicious.  I leaned even further into him.

“Good,” he answered, ruffling my hair.  I know some guys my age would resent that, like they’re being treated like a little kid, but when Craig does it, I feel all warm inside. 

“I hear you and Bob have been talking.  Any ideas?”

“About what to do about Chad?”

“Yeah.  I know Cam and Bob followed him home.”

He sighed and seemed reluctant to discuss the topic.  “Well, we both have numerous thoughts.  But most of them involve hurting other people, or putting you at risk.  We don’t really want to do either.  Bob knows a couple people who he thinks might help.”

“‘People’?”

“Yeah.  A private investigator.  And another guy or two.  Don’t worry about it.  Let us work on things.  Maybe we can talk more next weekend at the cabin.  In the meantime, let the grown-ups worry about it.  Please?”  If anyone else said that, I would probably bristle.  With Craig?  I barely batted an eye. 

“Yes sir,” I responded.  “I can’t believe you cooked the bacon inside the waffle.  And made two types of sausage.  It’s like you love me or something.” 

“More than you’ll ever know, kiddo,” was all Craig said before kissing the top of my head.

***

Craig took me home shortly after breakfast, but not before reminding me that Cam would be spending the next several days at his house and that I would, ‘of course’ be welcome to visit anytime.  He even added a wink.  Seeing Chad threw me, and I totally forgot about Cam staying with Craig while his dad traveled for work!  That was certainly something to look forward to.  Cam might be the first to sleep in ‘my room’, but damn, I could easily ride Noah’s bus and then ride Cam before Kim gets home. 

I wondered what the adults had in mind.  Too bad Bob didn’t know a doctor who could neatly slice off Chad’s balls.  That would be sweet af.  I guess his wife might notice, though.  Although, if he’s trolling for sex with boys, I wonder how often she gets any.

I managed to take Craig’s advice and pushed Chad from my mind.

Mom was bouncing around the house when I got home.  Her second and third dates with Mr. Lumberjack went well.  I knew she had a date planned on Friday, but Saturday was a last-minute development.  I guess things went so well Friday that when Craig offered to let me stay the night, she took the opportunity to go out again.  Apparently, James was given two tickets to a Twins game, so they went.  I thought that was funny because Mom doesn’t even like baseball. 

They seemed to be really hitting it off.  Apparently, he was over his initial nervousness and they both had a great time.  On Saturday, they had a nice dinner before going to a concert at some small venue.  It was a local country band I had never heard of performing. 

She mentioned they came back to our place afterwards.  Was Mom suggesting they had sex?  Getting fucked usually makes me happy, so it might be why she’s in such a good mood.  I’ve never thought about it before, even when I found her vibrator, but it’s probably been a couple of years for her.  Poor Mom.  That made me sad but also shudder.  I really don’t want to think of her like that.

I started some laundry (I wanted to wash my cummy undies) and hopped in the shower.  I wasn’t really dirty, having showered at Craig’s yesterday, but it seemed like a good way to motivate myself to be productive and not piss away a whole day.

I had a small amount of homework that only took about 30 minutes.  I was done before the washing machine chimed.  I badly wanted to talk to Cam, but he told me earlier that he and his dad were spending all day together.  They were just going shopping and having a nice lunch, but I know how Cam is.  He likes to focus on whomever he is with and ignore his phone.  He says it’s the “decent and courteous thing to do.”  I love it when it’s me he’s focused on me of course, but it’s harder when it’s someone else.  Still, I get it.  Bob is super cool and I know it’s important for Cam they stay close.

Noah was volunteering at his church’s rummage sale, so I sought out someone else to talk to.  I still hadn’t responded to Josh since I earned back my phone and he sent me several texts while I was grounded.  I was curious if he and Drakus had gotten any closer, so I sent him a quick Snap.  I also sent one to Jamie and Seb to check in with them.  I was curious who would respond first.

It happened to be Josh.  He called almost immediately.  Man, was he ever excited to talk.  Drake had spent the night again and had just gone home.  We were on FaceTime and the boy looked like he’d opened all his presents on Christmas morning.  He began by recapping the week - which they spent hanging out together, watching Star Wars movies, and playing together almost daily. 

After he was sure to close his door, he dropped his voice to a near whisper and told me about last night.  “I didn’t get much sleep,” he said, grinning and yawning all at once.

“Yeah?” I asked.  “Did you guys have some naked boy fun?”

He nodded enthusiastically.  “Just like you suggested, I asked him if he gets boners all the time.  He’d already changed in front of me again, and I swear he was half hard then.  He wasn’t even trying to hide it!”

“Nice.  I bet that made you get hard yourself.”

“A little,” he giggled.  “But I’d already changed.”

“So how did he answer your question?”

“By pulling down his pajama bottoms and showing me his boner!”  He whispered excitedly, glancing towards the door.  “We’re about the same size, but he has even more skin.”

It’s so cute how he’s worried about even talking about their escapades.  I couldn't help but laugh.  Drake is not subtle, but that’s probably a good thing.  Josh would never make the first move. 

“So, then what?” I asked.

“He asked if I wanted to touch it!”

“So… did it feel just like yours?” I asked, assuming what happened next.

“Warmer!” he answered excitedly.  “It felt hot in my hands.  I rubbed it up and down and made his head pop out.  Watching that was mesmerizing.”  

“I bet he liked that!”  I commented.

“Uh huh,” he concurred.  “He started moaning.  Then he said it was my turn.”

A notification from Seb flashed across my screen.  As anxious as I was to catch up with him and hear if anything of the like happened at Jamie’s, I wanted to let Josh finish his story.  I was curious just how far he and Drake got.

“Okay,” I replied, “so let me guess, you guys stayed up super late and all that time your pants were off?”  It was a subtle nudge to keep him focused. 

“Correct,” he giggled.  “Moms even came in once to tell us to get to sleep and we could hardly keep from laughing because our PJ pants were down at the foot of the bed, under the covers.”

“Good thing you didn’t get caught.  I don’t think mothers are ever ready for their kids doing sex stuff.”

“Totally,” he answered.

“So how far did you go?  Did you suck?”

“Lots!  God, I love it!  Neither of us can sperm, but he gets that precum like you do and it was sweet.  I don’t even want to brush my teeth because I can still taste Drake’s dick and I don’t want it to go away.”

Wow!  The kid has it bad. 

“Nice,” I commented.  “Is that all you did?  Did Drake want to do more, or any butt stuff?  Did you show him the trick with the light saber?”  

“No.  I wanted to, but Drake was really nervous Moms would come back in, so I didn’t think it was a good idea to try too much.  But next time… I want to do what you and Cam do.”

I couldn’t help but grin.  Little bro has gone from totally clueless about sex to wanting to sodomize the new neighbor boy in a matter of weeks.  The mood swings suck, but other parts of puberty are awesome. 

“Fuck yeah, Josh, just be careful.  Don’t give your ‘rents a heart attack.  Make sure the coast is clear.”  

I considered suggesting he buy condoms, but didn’t figure it was necessary.  Neither of them are even spunking yet, and besides, when Craig lectured Cam and I, we ignored him.  That might be the only time I’ve disobeyed Craig or at least not taken his advice. 

“Okay,” he said, before suddenly excusing himself.  One of his moms was calling.

“Later Josh.  Loved hearing about you and Drake,” I replied.  “Text me soon, okay?”  I added before we disconnected.

It dawned on me I hadn’t gotten to share what happened with Noah and Cam the past two days.  I think if I told him about how much the three of us fucked and sucked each other this weekend, his eyes might pop out of his head (I suppose his cute little cock would pop up too.  I bet it would be fun to suck on, but what I’d really like to do is bury my face between those cheeks and eat out his perfect little hole).

I wonder if it would be best to not share too much?  I feel kind of bad - it really is like I’ve corrupted him by turning him into a total horndog on the prowl for gay sex… but hey, that’s not necessarily a bad thing, right?  Besides, it isn’t like I converted him.  I just awoke what puberty would have.  Who doesn’t want to blow their buddy at a sleepover when they’re 12?

I guess it can be negative, if you get yourself into something like my situation with Chad.  If I thought there was any way he’d do something that stupid and dangerous, I would warn him.  I doubt he’d ever do that.  Spence, though…

***

I responded to Seb.  He immediately asked if I was ready to get owned in COD again.  When I told him I wasn’t up for gaming, he seemed a little disappointed, though that’s hard to gauge over text.

We messaged back and forth about our weekends, before he randomly FaceTimed me.  I was surprised but answered.

“Sorry, I don’t really like texting if I can have an actual conversation,” Seb responded.  “I know that makes me a bad teenager, but hey, I am still 12 for a few more months.”

I laughed.  “It’s fine.  I don’t mind talking.”  In fact, I preferred it myself.  Most of my friends would grimace if I called them, though. 

He mentioned a little about visiting his grandparents in Wisconsin, but I didn’t wait long before transitioning to the topic I really wanted to address.  I segued by asking if Jamie’s room was a disaster area. 

“Nope, not at all.  It was neater than mine,” he replied.  That meant Jamie spent hours cleaning.  “I’m spending the night next weekend.  I told him I’d show him more computer stuff,” he added.

I have a feeling Jamie is hoping to show him something else. 

“Jamie is really cool,” Seb offered.  “All you guys are.  I can’t believe how much I like Olympia.  I thought it would be brutal and I’d hate it.”

“Awwww, I’m glad,” I replied in an over-dramatic fashion.  He cringed.  “But really, it’s no big deal.  You DO fit in well with our crew.”  

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to go all fan girl,” he answered, blushing.

“It’s fine.  All the guys like you, too,” I responded.  “That’s pretty rare for a sevie,” I added with special emphasis. 

“Thanks, I think,” he said with a playful groan and roll of the eyes.  “So, did you, Cam, and Noah have fun?” he asked.

“Always!”  I grinned. 

A long pause ensued.  He just sort of looked at me eagerly.  I knew what Seb was wondering, but he isn’t as boorish as Jamie, who would have just asked if we butt fucked.

“Does that mean you guys did stuff?  Boyfriend stuff, I mean,” he finally uttered.

“Well yeah,” I said coyly.  “I doubt you want to hear about all that, though.”  Actually, I had a feeling he would enjoy the details almost as much as Josh.  Or Jamie.  Or Spencer.  Jesus, I really do know a lot of gay boys.  Maybe Noah’s joke about a borgy wasn’t unrealistic. 

“Right.  Of course not, sorry,” he quickly answered.  “I think Dad is calling, so I better go.  See you tomorrow!”  I think I embarrassed him.  Or, maybe he wondered if he seemed too curious.  He hasn’t actually come out to anyone. 

I wasn’t sure what to make of Seb.  He’s not admitted to being gay and has made no mention of what happened at Widmer.  He seemed eager to hear about whatever Cam and I might have done at the sleepover, so I am pretty sure he’s gay.  I badly want to ask him, and tell him I know about the teacher, but don’t want to make him uncomfortable.  In reality we’ve only known each other a short time. 

I mean, wouldn’t he assume I know already, being Cam’s boyfriend?  I hate that we’re dancing around something we have in common, but I don’t want to go too far too fast, either.  I thought about calling him back and just laying it all out, but stopped myself.  It’s not really a conversation to be had over FaceTime.  I need to figure out a time to talk to him in person.  Maybe I could even give him some warning that Jamie is into him.  Although, how could he not have already figured that out?

***

After folding my laundry (my cum-crusted trunks came out good as new.  I’m always amazed how well semen washes out), I returned to my room.

I hoped to have some response from Jamie, but there was none.  His step-dad, Wyatt, takes him to church some Sundays and makes him leave his phone at home.  I remember when he first told me about that.  I thought he would totally hate it, but he didn’t complain at all.  He’s so enamored with Wyatt that it’s a small sacrifice.  I guess after trading in your abusive drunk of a sperm donor for a cool step-dad, you can put up with some tediousness.  Or maybe to him, it isn’t actually boring.  He said it’s actually fun. 

I don’t get that, because the few times I’ve gone to church with Grandma, it seemed like the dullest thing ever.  It isn’t that I’m an atheist, I guess I just haven’t thought about it much.  Cam says his faith is important to him, and at least he isn’t crazy about it like his mom.

I realized I’d totally forgotten about OlyGuy88, the kid from school who was supposedly gay and thought I was hot.  I still wonder if it’s someone playing me, but damn, he seemed so sincere and nice when we talked.

I opened SnapChat and looked at the last message I sent him:

“Btw, anytime you want someone to talk to, you can message me, k?”

He hadn’t replied.  I decided to send another.  “Hi.  Did you have a good weekend?  I still wish I knew who you were.  I’d love to talk to you about…  everything.”

I waited a few moments but heard nothing.

*** 

I decided to work on my story I was writing for Mrs. Hickman.  The Count of Monte Cristo had given me some good ideas and I wanted to incorporate them.

Before I knew it, I’d been pecking away at the keyboard for almost two hours.  I hadn’t even checked my phone once the creative juices began flowing.

I glanced and noticed there was a message from Jamie.  I quickly saved my work and asked if I could call.

***

“What’s up, homie? he asked upon answering.  He can be such a dork sometimes.

“Not much.  And we’re way too white for you to say shit like that,” I teased.  “Where have you been?” 

“Church and lunch.  I’m stuffed.  We went to The Cheesecake Factory, my favorite,” he offered.  “What’s up?”

“Not much.  I just wanted to hear about your evening with Seb.  Did you manage to avoid drooling all over him?”

“Give me a break.  I’m not that bad!”  he responded slightly more defensively than I expected. 

“I know,” I answered with a laugh.  “I’m just giving you crap.  Seb said your room was spotless.  Are you sure it’s not that bad?”

“You talked to him?” he asked with obvious surprise.  “What did he say?”

“Not a lot.  Sounds like he had fun, fixed your computer and all that.  Oh, and he said that you give great head.”  I couldn’t resist.

“Shut up!  He did not!  Nothing like that happened.”  Now he sounded disappointed. 

“I know, I’m just teasing.  He did say something about spending the night this weekend and how cool he thinks you are,” I responded.  “Maybe you’ll get another chance.”

“Really?  He did?”

“Yeah.  Why?  He seemed excited.”

Jamie let out a sigh.  “Good!  I was worried.  When I mentioned it, he acted a little weird.  He didn’t think his parents would allow it for some reason.  I thought he thought I was too stupid or lame or something.  I don’t get this computer shit at all.  He’s a fucking genius.” 

“Really dude, he seemed like he couldn’t wait.  Maybe he just thought his parents would say no and didn’t want to get your hopes up.”

“Yeah maybe.  That’s awesome…  I should text him.”

“Yeah bro, you should, or even call him.  He mentioned preferring that to texting,” I said encouragingly.  “You haven’t been texting or playing games with him or anything since Friday night?”

“Nah.  Like you suggested, I didn’t want to come on too strong and freak him out.”

I was gratified Jamie was taking my advice seriously and trying not to scare off Seb.  “I think you’re safe to start planning.  Get your ‘rents okay and all that.”

“You’re right,” he responded, sounding hopeful.  “So how about you?'  Did you get your dick wet or what?”

I laughed.  “Duh.  And it was fucking awesome.  You’ve gotta try it sometime.”

Usually, it’s Jamie who says things for shock value and leaves all of us unsure of how to react, but in that moment, the tables were turned.  He gulped.

He was silent for a few seconds while he gathered himself.  I could tell he was trying to think of a clever comeback.  “So…  you offering then?  Your butt IS a lot firmer than most guys at school,” he quipped.  “Or is that just for Cam?”  

I tried my best to remain stoic.  “Ah, so you’ve been checking me out?  Or have you been…  assessing every boy?”

He stared at me.  I don’t think he could tell how I was taking his comment.  I know he was trying to be a smart-ass with his comment about my tight butt.  But I could also tell by his reaction to my reply that he wasn’t just joking about having fantasized about my backside.

“Um, I, uh, mean,” he stammered.  I could tell he was beginning to sweat.  “I’m not sure if I’m gay or bi or…  just always fucking horny, but I’m probably not, you know, totally straight,” he finally managed to spit out before taking a breath and wiping his forehead.  I could tell he was carefully considering what he said next.  Acknowledging he isn’t straight is certainly progress! 

He dropped the bravado, swallowing again before continuing.  “And come on Max, you know you’re hot.”  He was being completely serious and sincere now.  “I’m sure Cam tells you that, and Mariah can’t keep your hands off you.  Even Noah shakes his head sometimes at how everyone stares at you in the halls and stuff.”

I wasn’t quite sure what to say.  I mean, I know I’m not bad looking, but it’s always weird when someone talks about it.  I’m just me, you know?

“I’m not gonna lie,” he continued.  “Your butt does look good.  Guys in porn always seem to enjoy fucking an ass, so I’m sure it feels great.”

I busted out laughing.  Now that’s the Jamie we all know.

Jamie is always blunt, but I was pleasantly surprised how quickly he became comfortable talking to me about this stuff, basically admitting he’s been watching gay porn and checking me out.  Between Josh, him, and OlyGuy88, I should start a therapy service for burgeoning gay boys.  Maybe Mr. Tim is right that I can do some good by being out.

Anyway, his openness is a marked change from when he was in tears on Friday when I confronted him about Seb.  I took the opportunity to educate my inexperienced friend.  It’s the least I can do, right?

“Yeah, a butt does feel amazing around your dick.  It’s hot and tight and wet and awesome.  But honestly, so does getting fucked,” I explained.  He was rapt with attention.  “Still, I doubt your cock is big enough to reach my prostate.  I remember how small it was when we changed at the fifth-grade swimming field trip.”  I know that might sound like I was being a douche, but he knew I was teasing.

“It’s grown since, dumbass.  Yours was tiny as fuck then, too.”  It's funny how we were both looking, even then.  He was grinning and I saw him appear to adjust his shorts off screen.  I think he was hard.  This could get interesting. 

“Yeah, I know.  Me too.  How big are you now?  Don’t lie.”

Without missing a beat, he responded: “Five inches.  You?”

“Same.  Cam is a little bigger.  Noah is even bigger and thicker.”

Jamie looked surprised.  “You’ve seen Noah’s dick?  Cam, sure, but Noah?”

“Well yeah dude, he’s my best friend and we used to take baths together when we were little.  He’s like my brother, it’s no big deal between us,” I justified.  “Honestly, it doesn’t matter amongst guys.  We all have one.  No one cares.”

I considered saying how fun Noah’s dick was to suck, but thought that might be too much.  As weird as Noah’s been about gay sex, it wasn’t my place to say anything, although I’m sure Jamie was wondering.

“Would you, uh, want to see mine?  Like if you show me yours, I’ll show you mine?  If Cam would be okay with it, I mean.”  Jamie asked in a tone that was a weird mix of timid but hopeful.  “I have no idea if mine is normal size or what.”

“Sure dude.  Cam won’t care.”  I put my phone on my dresser and quickly ripped off my clothes.  I was quickly getting boned. 

I heard him gasp but he didn’t say anything.  He was definitely rubbing his groin.

“Your turn!”  I reminded him.

Watching him undress was funny.  He was eager, but also hesitant.  He kept looking towards his door.  He is definitely not used to stripping.  He almost tripped but laughed it off nervously.

I’ve mentioned before Jamie has leaned down somewhat.  He was always a husky kid but as he’s gotten taller, he’s thinned a little.  He’s still beefy, definitely overweight, but not obese.  He has a bit of a belly and some small boobs (for lack of a better term), but it doesn’t bother me.  I like all types.  Cam and I are so muscular, and Josh and Spencer are still scrawny.  Noah is a little soft but he’s starting to add more definition.  Jamie might be a little chunky, but that’s just variety.

I don’t mind it.  His body kind of reminded me of a smaller, smooth Craig.  I bet Jamie would be fun to be spooned by.  He’d be soft, like sinking into a comfy chair.

His dick looked to be about my size, cut, and he was totally hard.  He has a small brown bush, and his dick has this pronounced curve upward.  I know I teased him earlier about not being able to reach my prostate, but I bet he’d hit it perfectly with the angle his erection is. 

We both started jerking but didn’t say much.  He was jerking furiously and flicking his puffy nipples.  I started rubbing my belly as I stroked, at a much slower pace.

“This is awesome.  But can we, uh, keep it between us?” he asked between heavy breathing.

“Well yeah,” I said before a soft moan.  I had a little precum.  It felt good.  “But I tell Cam everything.  He won’t care, but we don’t have any secrets.”

He nodded.  “Yeah, that’s cool.  I’d love to watch you guys fuck.”

I grinned but didn’t respond.

“Max, would you mind, uh...  you know, showing me your butt?”

I turned around.  I heard him grunt, so I bent over and spread my cheeks.  If he was going to get a view, he should see the whole thing.  It made me feel a little naughty, but I knew Cam wouldn’t care.

“Holy shit, it’s so pink.  Why do I want to lick it?  That seems gross, but…”

“Fucking hot?  Rimming feels really good, too.  And it doesn’t taste bad if you’re right out of the shower,” I responded.  “Do you ever play with your butthole?”

“Yeah, I’ve tried, with my finger, but it doesn’t do anything, just hurts a little.  Maybe I’m not doing it right.”

“Do you want me to show you how I do it?”

“Oh shit…  would you?” he muttered.

I grabbed some lube and laid on my back, spreading my cheeks.  It was a different view from being bent over, and I started slowly working a finger in and out.  I thought about getting my hairbrush, but this was lesson one.  He needs to know how to finger himself before moving to something bigger.

I increased my pace and added a second finger.  “Use plenty of lube, go slow at first, and curve your finger up, like you’re telling someone to come to you.  That helps get your prostate and it feels really niiiice.”

“It looks fucking hot.  I can’t believe Cam gets to pound on that.  Lucky bastard.”

I laughed.  “Hey, I fuck him too.  We love it both ways, but yeah, I like bottoming more and he prefers topping.”  He didn’t reply.  It dawned on me he may not even totally understand what I meant.  I mean, bottom and top were not in my vocabulary a few months ago.  I laughed as I recalled how scared I was to suck a dick and how gross I thought anal sex would be. 

We didn’t say anything else.  I started jerking faster and Jamie was breathing even heavier.  He was close.  So was I.

“Fuck Max, I’m gonna cum.”  With a grunt, I saw him heave down.  At least I think so.  My view wasn’t great from the bed.  A few seconds later, I shot too.

He was out of breath.  His voice seemed even higher than normal.  “That was epic.  I don’t think I’ve ever cummed so hard.”

I stood up.  “Show me your jizz.”

He moved his phone to show a clearish puddle on his stomach and a splotch on his left nipple.  His fingers were sticky.  I reciprocated.

“Have you ever tasted your spunk?” I asked.

He shook his head.  “No.  I’m curious, but after I cum, it seems nasty and I can’t bring myself to.”

“Yeah, I get that,” I responded before I licked a cummy finger seductively.  He looked mesmerized.  “It’s not so bad.  Some cum is better than others.  Some tastes great, others not so much.  Precum is always pretty sweet, though.”

“Wait, you’ve tasted cum besides Cam’s?  Or just his and your own?”

Now, I don’t like lying.  And I am sure Jamie will find out soon enough, but I really didn’t want to get into the different dicks I’ve taken the last few months. 

“Cam’s definitely tastes better than mine.  Maybe your own load just doesn’t taste as good, since like you said, after you’ve cummed the desire goes away,” I responded.  I didn’t exactly lie, but I didn't correct him, either.  “Hey, you’ll have to blow me sometime and tell me what you think.”

“Sure Max, that would be awesome!  You’d really let me?”  For someone who ‘probably isn’t totally straight,’ he sure sounds eager.  “I mean, I would if you would suck me, too…  to kind of show me how.  Sixty-nining looks hot.”

“It is.  And yeah man, I love sucking dick.  It’s so fun.  But, we’d have to make sure Cam is around and cool with us playing.  I’m sure he will be, but like I said, we don’t have secrets.”

He smiled.  I think I made his month.  “You guys are lucky.  I can’t believe someone our age is getting laid.  Your dick is the first one I’ve ever seen, that isn’t like in porn or when we were still little kids I mean.  And your butt…”

That kind of surprised me, but I guess everyone has a first time and he is new to this.  I guess it’s cool I can be his gay sex sherpa.  Assuming Cam is, in fact, chill about everything.

“I didn’t realize I needed to jerk off, but I’m glad we did.  I think it’ll make us even tighter, you know?  And don’t worry, I won’t say anything to anyone but Cam.  But I think you’d be surprised how many boys jerk with their buddies, or do other things.”

His eyes widened but he didn’t say anything.  Suddenly, I saw his head turn.  “Okay Mom, I’ll be right down!” 

“See you at school tomorrow.  Try not to get too hard when you see me.”

He laughed.  “Fuck off, Coleman.”

Well, that was interesting. 

***

Cam checked in once he got home from his father-son afternoon.  He said they went shopping and Bob bought him a couple new hoodies for fall.  I’m so jealous. 

I told him all about Josh’s escapades, which he found funny. 

“I need to meet this kid,” he said.  Good point.  The picture or two I had of him weren’t very good.  I made a mental note to FaceTime Josh the next time Cam and I were hanging out.

True to my word, I told Cam about what happened with Jamie.  He responded with a thumbs up emoji and said something about how I’m “a master at recruiting impressionable children into our sinful lifestyle,” and added that Jamie seemed nice so he had no problem with inviting him over sometime.

I thought he might have more questions, but I guess it means he trusts me or is eager to find out for himself.  He changed the subject. 

“Do you think your mom would let you ride the bus home to Noah’s tomorrow?” he asked.  “We could… chill at Craig’s and then he can take us both to gymnastics.” 

“I think so.  She’ll dig not having to drive me.  Are you really just planning to chill?”  I was hoping he was thinking the same thing I was.

“Well, chill can be a lot of things, can’t it?  You can chill while I play with little Maxie.  Then I can sit back and relax while —”

“I get the picture,” I said, interrupting.  “Sounds great, so long as Noah won’t be mad we aren’t, uh, including him.”

“He’ll be fine.  Who knows, maybe he’ll force his way into the action,” he replied, laughing.  I wasn’t sure how serious he was but it seemed plausible.  “Either way, I’ll make sure it’s good with Craig when he picks me up later.  It’s important to be grateful and considerate, not entitled.”

“Cool,” I replied.  I knew Craig wouldn’t care, but Cam is right.  We shouldn’t take Craig for granted or disrespect him by assuming anything or taking advantage of his kindness.

“I have a big project I have to finish tonight.  I’ll call before bedtime.”

***

The rest of my evening was uneventful.  Mom made a nice dinner (salmon, rice, and a Caesar salad) and I watched TV with her on the couch for a while.  She’s not Cam, but I do enjoy snuggling with her from time to time.  It reminded me that I had promised myself to spend more time with her and be more affectionate.  I felt good giving her some attention.  She ate it up. 

I had to ask about James (aka Mr. Lumberjack).  “So, are you two getting serious or what?”  I inquired during a commercial.

“I don’t know about ‘serious’,” she answered.  “But I do have fun with him.  Does it bother you?” she asked with concern.

“Not at all,” I answered with a hug.  “As long as he treats you right and you are enjoying things, I think it’s great.”  I couldn’t stomach her getting burned by another asshole after what she went through with my father.

“He really wants you to come along some time,” she answered, before adding nervously, “along with his twins - Bryce and Ben.”

I think she thought I’d hate the idea, but it was okay.  It wouldn’t be my first choice of activities (I mean, spending a night with Cam would be better), but I knew I wouldn’t hate it, as long as they weren’t little shits or something.  “That would be fine,” I assured her.  I could tell she was relieved.

After the show was over, I went up and reviewed the material for tomorrow’s science quiz and got ready for bed.  I was exhausted.  It had been a long weekend with a lot of cumming. 

Cam and I talked before we crashed.  I was a little jealous he was sleeping in my room at Craig’s before me, but I knew tomorrow we’d be having a lot of fun up there.  As long as Kim didn’t come home early or something.

I checked my phone before I put it on the charger.  Still nothing from the mystery gay boy from school.  Maybe Cam was right.  I will probably never hear from him again.

***

I was daydreaming on the bus the next morning when I received a Snap.  It was OlyGuy! 

“Good morning.  Sorry Max, I wasn’t ignoring you.  I didn’t have my phone yesterday.  For the sabbath.”

I wasn’t sure what that meant.  “Huh?”  I replied. 

“You know…  SUNDAY!  My parents don’t allow any technology on Sundays.  They say it’s for worship, reverence, and family.”  

“Np,” I replied.  That seems a little excessive, but I guess I don’t know much about that stuff.  “Your church seems extra.”

“Yeah sometimes, but it’s not so bad, honestly.  We do fun stuff too, and I like my family, it’s just my parents are strict about their kids always choosing the right.”

“I guess it’s nice they care,” I responded.  That was true, and I didn’t really know what else to say. 

“They do, maybe a little too much sometimes lol.  And my weekend was good,” he texted, answering the question I had posed to him yesterday.  “Sorry, I can’t reveal my identity yet.  But…”

“But what?”  I asked.

“I’ll see you in class, k?”  He added a winking emoji.

“What?  Which one?”  I demanded, but received no answer.  Dammit, this kid is a fucking tease. 

***

Each class was maddening.  I couldn’t focus for shit.  I kept searching the room for a clue, looking for guys I thought could be OlyGuy88. 

I start my day in science and social studies, and about half the guys from science go with me to SS.  But none of them seemed likely candidates and there weren’t many I remember having PE with in the past, which he referenced Friday.  FML for not paying attention previous years. 

Noah’s old friend, Aidan, who had become one of Brady’s sidekicks, is in both classes.  But there is no way it’s him.  He’s homophobic.  I know they say some guys act like that to hide their own gayness, but no way with him.  Plus, he’s not that polite or intelligent.

Several of the other guys are total jocks.  The only kid I considered to be a real possibility was this quiet kid named Ryker.  He’s one of those kids who rapidly shot up in sixth grade and was kind of awkward with his new body.  He used to be decent at sports, but suddenly was falling all over himself at kickball.  I had him in PE that year and saw it first-hand.  And OlyGuy DID say he had seen me change.  Hmm...

I think being suddenly awkward embarrassed him and he’s been reserved ever since.  He gets good grades and doesn’t give anyone trouble.  He’s certainly nice enough, though I know nothing about him.  Anyway, two classes down, and only one probable on the list.  This is hard.

Geometry already had two of my (presumably) gay buds - Jamie and Seb.  Maybe it’s a thing for gay boys to be good at math?  There had to be more possibilities here than in science and social studies, anyway.  Although, statistically, if there’s already three of us in a class of thirty, how many more could there be? 

As Mr. Beckham rambled, I scanned.  This class has more boys than girls, so there’s at least more to consider.  I learned from my first two classes to be more methodical.  In those I just kept looking all over, thinking briefly about each guy.  This time I started with the row along the wall. 

The first boy in the row was Sunil, an Indian boy.  Oh, he could totally be gay.  He’s kind of effeminate and unathletic and plays piano.  But I am pretty sure whatever religions they practice in India don’t have a ‘sabbath’, so forget him.  Or maybe, that would be a perfect cover to throw me off.  Is that paranoid or what?  OlyGuy might be cryptic, but I really don’t think he is dishonest.  At least, I hope.

Mohammed was out for similar reasons.  I know he’s Muslim.  His parents are from Iran or Iraq, I can’t remember.  But his mom wears those flowing gown things.  I’ve seen her at parent conferences.  He is at least super polite.  Wait… maybe they do have a Sabbath?  I mean I know they are very serious about their religion, and aren’t usually gay friendly, but I think I remember from social studies that their holy day is Friday.  I penciled him in as a maybe, but probably not.

Jack was the only other boy in that row, and he’s a total baseball jock who I know has had a girlfriend before.  But then, does that prove anything?  Puberty is rough and having a girl would be a good cover, especially if you felt like you had to hide it from your parents.

I didn’t find any great prospects in the next row, either.  Each one was either not polite enough, known to have girlfriends, or just didn’t seem gay to me.  Sean is this really big kid, as in heavy, and I know this sounds bad, but OlyGuy88 just strikes me as thin.  I don’t even know why.  I guess I can’t rule Sean out, can I?

“What do you think, Max?”  Mr. Beckham asked loudly, snapping me to attention.  “Which theorem would you use to prove these two triangles are congruent?”

“Um, uh…” I stammered.  I had no idea what he was talking about.  My mind was on finding OlyGuy.  “Sorry sir, I’m not sure.”

“Hmm.  That’s what I thought.  Eyes up here please,” he said sternly.  “Seb, might you be able to help him out?”

“Side Side Side,” he quickly answered. 

“Excellent!”  Mr. Beckham answered.  Seb gave me a bit of a frown once Mr. Beckham turned around, like he was almost disappointed in me.  Geez, now I’m letting down the sevie.

There were a few other possibilities, none of which seemed super likely, and I knew I better pay more attention since I was on Mr. Beckham’s radar for spacing out. 

***

“What’s with you?” Jamie asked on the way to lunch.  “You seem totally distracted.”

“It’s nothing,” I answered.

“How did you not know that answer?”  Seb drilled me.  “That was so easy.”

“I was just daydreaming,” I replied.  “I didn’t know what problem he was even talking about.”

“Hmm.  Maybe about something that happened yesterday?” Jamie asked, smirking.

I gave him a death glare.  “No, nothing yesterday was that memorable for me.”

Jamie suddenly looked embarrassed.  I wasn’t trying to be a dick, so I nudged him and smiled so he knew I was just giving him shit.

“I’m just trying to figure out something.  It’s no big deal, but it's still driving me crazy,” I explained.

“Anything we can help with?” Seb asked.

“I wish, but it’s kind of…  sensitive, and I don’t want to start any rumors.”

Seb seemed intrigued, but Jamie just shrugged his shoulders.  “I’m going to get in the Subway line.  Seb, keep me company,” he said, almost pleadingly.  “If we’re quick, maybe we can snag a meatball before they run out.”

As they walked away, Noah showed up without his lunch bag.  He looked incensed.  I had to go to the office to turn in the note from Mom so I could ride Noah’s bus home, and didn’t have time before first period to let him know I heard from OlyGuy. 

“Who peed in your cornflakes?”  I asked.

“Mom yelled at me this morning because I forgot to do the dishes last night before bedtime.  She was carrying on and I told her it was no big deal that I’d just do them tonight.  I didn’t want to be late and it could wait,” Noah explained.  Oh shit.  He’s never defiant. 

“She told me to do them right then, but I couldn't because I would miss the bus!  She said something about natural consequences and that I could walk to school and serve a detention for being late.  I got mad and told her if it was that big of a deal to her she could do them herself.  She got pissed and started yelling, so I told her to stop bitching at me first thing in the morning.”

Fuck.  My best friend is going to die.  RIP Noah Reed, November 13, 2006-August 27, 2019.  His parents are pretty easy going as long as you are behaving, but calling his mom a bitch was going to summon a mighty wrath. 

“Jesus!  What got into you?”

“I dunno… I was kind of in a pissy mood already.  I texted Ashley last night, early, but she never responded.  Then I couldn’t sleep thinking something was wrong.”

“Dude, relax.  I’m sure there’s a good explanation.”

“Maybe,” he shrugged but didn’t sound at all convinced.  “Anyway, Dad texted me on the ride to school that he would deal with me tonight, and I was lucky he had meetings downtown all day or he’d ‘drag me out of class personally and whoop my bare ass in front of the entire school for being so disrespectful’ to Mom,” Noah explained.  “Shit!”  

He was tearing up, but I wasn’t sure if it was out of fear, anger, or guilt.  “He said Jackson would pick me up from school and that I could forget about the fishing trip next weekend.”

I was shocked.  This is so out of character for Noah, and now our weekend plans are ruined.  “What were you thinking?”

“I don’t even know.  I just got so pissed when she was berating me, and I lost it.  I don’t know why she was making such a big deal, but this is totally unfair.”

Was it?  Considering my own blowup with mom a couple of weeks ago, I shouldn’t judge, but I understood why he was in trouble.  They say teenagers can be moody assholes during puberty.  I guess someone as exceedingly decent as Noah losing it so easily is proof that is true.

“Now my phone is a brick.  They used their controls to shut almost everything down,” Noah said disgustedly.  “But before everything went dead, fucking Jackson sent me a text with a crying laughing, grilled cheese, and belt emojis as if my life being ruined is the funniest thing he’s ever heard of.  Asshole.” 

Under normal circumstances, I might have thought Jackson was hilarious to reference the Grilled Cheese Incident of 2016, but Noah was fuming so I knew better than to tease him.  Brothers can be brutal.  It makes me appreciate being an only child.

“And then I get to school and Ashley is absent!  We planned to start hanging out at lunch and passing time and FaceTime after school and now I can’t even tell her I won’t be able to and she’s going to think I’m ghosting her,” Noah ranted, totally exasperated.  “This is turning into the worst day of my life!”

That seemed a bit much.  I mean it WAS just a couple weeks ago we all got hauled into the office after the fight at the dance.  That being said, he was at peace with his actions then.  He knew he was justified and I’m sure he’s in waaaay more trouble at home now. 

I patted his arm.  “I’ll let her know so she doesn’t think you’re blowing her off.  Don’t worry about that.  Maybe she’s sick and that’s why she didn’t answer.”

I’m not sure if it was Noah’s steadily rising voice or increasingly exaggerated hand gestures, but he managed to get Mr. Tim’s attention.

“Noah, take a deep breath,” Mr. Tim instructed.  “Grab your stuff and let’s go talk before you make a scene.  You aren’t in trouble.”

By this point, Noah slammed the table but stood when directed.  I rose to follow, but Tim waved me off and pointed back to my seat.  He put his hand on Noah’s shoulder and walked him out of the lunch room. 

At least I knew Noah was in good hands.  Mr. Tim really is the best.  I’m sure he’ll give Noah some good advice.  He understands kids enough to know Noah didn’t slam the table because of him, but out of general frustration.

Jamie and Seb were just standing there, looking thoroughly confused.

“Parent drama,” was all I said.  They nodded their heads knowingly and sat down to eat.  It wasn’t my place to get into it.  I wanted to be there for him, but knew Mr. Tim would get him to calm down and provide some perspective.  I was just glad he noticed and got him out of there before half the lunch room was recording him having a meltdown.

***

“So, what’s the big mystery?”  Jamie pressed once he and Seb had gotten through part of their soggy sandwiches.

“Really James, forget I mentioned it.  Maybe I can tell you eventually, but I can’t right now.”

Calling him James had the desired effect.  He dropped it.  He had more important things on his mind, anyway. 

“Your ‘rents really didn’t give you any flack about spending the night this weekend?” he asked Seb. 

“No, I was kind of shocked,” Seb answered.  “But my dad really liked Wyatt.  I guess they talked for a while.  I think they are glad I’ve made friends.”

Jamie was beaming.  He always does when someone compliments Wyatt.  He might have as many daddy issues as I do.

“We’re glad, too,” I interjected.  “God, I loved watching you own Noah in COD.  He was so chaffed.”  

Seb grinned.  I’m not sure why, but I really like making him smile.  It makes me feel good, for some reason.  He’s almost like a little brother, even more than Josh or Spencer.  Or maybe it’s because I knew what he’s gone through… and I can relate, on so many levels.

***

Ryker was hanging out in the commons, alone, waiting for the bell.  I couldn’t resist the urge to try to talk to him, just to see how he reacted.

“Hey Ryker, how’s it going?” I asked upon approach.

“Fine, I guess,” he answered, confused.  It’s not like I’d never spoken to him, but then again I don’t usually approach him like this.  “Do you, uh, need something?”

“Nah, just saying hey.  I was curious if that science stuff was as confusing for you as it was for me.”

He shrugged.  “Not really.  It seemed pretty easy.”

“Oh, well maybe you could tutor me or something,” I answered nervously.  God, what was I saying?  I had to sound thirsty.

“Uh…  yeah, sure, sometime,” he mumbled.  “Hey I gotta get to math,” he said, turning away from me swiftly. 

Great job, Coleman.  That was awkward as fuck.  Now Ryker probably thinks I’m hitting on him or something.  But I guess I got my answer, I doubt Ryker is OlyGuy.  It only cost me some dignity.  What’s another 200 eighth grade boys?

***

By the time I arrived in Mrs. Hickman’s class, I concluded my list of possible candidates for OlyGuy was probably worthless.  I kept finding reasons to reconsider some I eliminated and excuses to cross off others I thought might be solid leads.  I’d consider someone, add them, only to scratch them again.  I had no idea if everything he’d told me was even true.  Hell, he could still be someone totally playing me, just trying to drive me crazy.  It could even be Brady Jacobs for all I know, or even a teacher.  How twisted would that be?

He could be some homophobic asshole trying to teach me a lesson, or a boy lover like Craig taking his chances and making his move on a gay boy…  just like happened to Seb?  Fuck, maybe that’s how it even started for him!  It would explain why he was so polite and smart sounding for a 13-year-old, because he isn’t one!

Yeah!  Maybe it was a ruse, just not the bully everyone suspected initially.  It could be a grownup.

Jesus, what was I thinking?  I was really stuck in a feedback loop and down the rabbit hole of paranoia.

Still, I found myself scanning the room while Mrs. Hickman talked.  It was even more challenging, as I sat in the front and had to look behind me, over each shoulder.  It was hard to get a good look at anyone.

“Okay boys and girls, we’re going to break into groups.  You will work together to identify the themes from the short story you read over the weekend.”  She quickly designated areas of the room for each row.

“Are you in trouble or something?” I was asked.  It was Liam, the boy who sits behind me. 

He's a tallish, well-built kid.  A lot of girls like him.  Plays football on the same team as Brady.  Liam’s never been a dick, other than laughing with the rest of the class when Hickman asked if I had ants in my pants.  I guess I’ve always assumed he and Brady were friends, so we’ve never talked much.  I remember him holding hands with a couple of different girls during seventh grade.  I think we have been in the same PE class, but I’m pretty sure he was always talking with other boys about how hot some of the girls were in their shorts. 

“No.  Why?” I answered.

“You kept looking around, like you’re expecting someone.  I was sure Mr. Tim was going to show up again to yank you out of class.”

“Oh, uh…  no.  I’m not expecting anyone.  I just…” I answered, fumbling for an explanation. 

“Had ants in your pants?”  He answered without missing a beat, and had the biggest shit-eating smirk.  “Sorry,” he quickly added as I shook my head.  That was clever, but I wasn’t sure whether to laugh or if it was still too soon.

Krew and two girls sat down as Mrs. Hickman passed us the handout.  We had to have a seminar discussion, and someone had to be the scribe for our thoughts and another person had to present our findings.

Now that I thought about it, Krew could be a suspect as well.  He was always nice and never in trouble.  We actually went to elementary school together.  He started wearing a necklace with some religious pendant in like third grade, so I know he is devout.  I couldn’t remember if we ever had PE together, but he is memorable in general because he is still so small.  Chicks think he’s cute and he plays it cool, but never had a girlfriend. 

He’s about the same size as Josh or maybe Spencer, but not even as big as Seb who is barely five foot.  He has striking green eyes, a button nose, sandy brown hair, braces, a tan, and dimples.  He actually is very cute, though still in a mostly-little-boy way. 

He spoke up.  He’s always been pretty confident.  “I don’t mind being the spokesperson if no one wants to.  I’m used to giving talks in church, so speaking in front of crowds doesn't scare me anymore.”  Okay, Krew is definitely on the list.  Polite, confident, well spoken, and clearly religious.

One of the girls offered to take notes, because really, their handwriting is always better.

Our discussion was pretty uneventful.  I was mostly tuned out and managed to glance at the other groups.  It was the same pattern.  There would be someone plausible and then I’d find two other reasons to eliminate them. 

I gave in and started contributing more.  I did read the story.  Besides, I was mostly focused on Krew now.  He really was the ideal candidate.  Everything fits.  I just kept waiting for him to say something else that would make the case even stronger.  I will say, if it is him, he’s doing a great job of not looking at me or acting unusual. 

Mrs. Hickman told us we could take a two minute “brain break.”  I just sat there, as the girls started chattering about the next S.N.O.  (which I can’t attend) while Liam and Krew paired off.  I heard something about a gaming tournament and “the deacon’s quorum” but I was mostly distracted.  If not about OlyGuy, then concern for Noah’s situation.  I still can’t believe he’s gotten himself in such hot water.  I’m so pissed he will miss the fishing trip.  It won’t be as fun without him.

As we talked, another boy walked in the room who I swear smiled at me.  He gave Mrs. Hickman a piece of paper.

“Mister Coleman, come,” she huffed.

Great, now she’s going to be pissed I’ve been zoned out.  With my luck, both teachers will email Mom that I’m not paying attention in class and she won’t let me go to the cabin this weekend.  I guess I can be grounded again like Noah.

She read the note, didn’t react, and handed it to me.

It was a message from Mr. Tim: “He’s okay and will meet you at the flagpole.”

“See, Timothy is taking care of him.  You can stop worrying and focus on the assignment now,” she totally called me out with….  is pointed empathy a thing?  She was clearly letting me know she noticed I was half-assing the discussion, but also assumed it was because I was worried for Noah.  God, do teachers discuss everything?

***

I was so convinced Krew was my man, I didn’t even spend much time in art looking around for other possibilities.  The oil pastel drawing we were working on had me occupied anyway.  It’s hard to look around and draw well at the same time.

I did talk some with Henry, this insanely quiet Asian boy who sits at my table.  He’s smart enough to be OlyGuy for sure.  We mostly talked about our projects, but I did manage to casually ask him about his weekend.  Sadly, all he mentioned was his family went out to eat at some fancy Korean BBQ for his older sister’s birthday.  No mention of church or not having his phone.  If it’s him, he’s playing it super cool.

***

I met Noah just outside the building.  Since Jackson was picking him up, he suggested I ride home with them.  “Maybe it will keep that dickhead from being a complete dumbass,” he groaned. 

I wondered if I should say something to Jackson.  Maybe if he knew I would be mad he would be more chill, out of fear I may never suck him off again.  Not that I planned to, despite the fact I liked it.  You know, I bet he’d give a good fuck, too. 

Jackson pulled up just after the busses cleared out.  I climbed in the back.  Noah usually rides shotgun, but he was still pissed at his brother and sat next to me.  Jackson greeted us but Noah was unusually quiet as we drove off. 

“What’s new, Jackson?”  I asked, trying to break the awkward silence. 

“Nothing much.  Just school.  Way too much homework.”

“Fucking always,” I muttered, not sure what else to say.  “It’s like teachers don’t think we have a life outside of their class.”

At least he wasn’t piling on Noah.  Jackson isn’t a total ass, so my guess is he realized what a dick move his text was and was trying to back off.

I pulled out my phone.  I had a message from OlyGuy.  “Hi Max.  How was your day?”

Me: “Fine.  Other than not figuring out who you are…  yet.”

OlyGuy88: “Driving you crazy am I?”  Such a tease.  He seemed to be enjoying this. 

Me: “Well, still not sure you are even real.”

OlyGuy88: “I am.  I promise.  I saw you today.”

Me: “Did we talk?”

OlyGuy88: “Maybe” followed by a laughing emoji

Me: “I don’t believe you.  Prove it.”  

OlyGuy88: “How”

I thought for a minute how I could turn the tables, maybe put him on the defensive.  I got an idea.

Me: “If you really saw me today, what was I wearing?”  

His response came quickly.

OlyGuy88:  White Under Armor shorts, a red Nike t-shirt, black socks, and black and white Vans.

Jesus.  He nailed it.  He clearly not only saw me, but was close enough to really check me out.

I couldn't resist being a smartass.

Me: “Okay Sherlock, I suppose you know what color underwear I have on too”

OlyGuy88: “Red.  You could kind of tell the shade through your white shorts”

I had to pull my shorts down a little to verify, but he was correct.

Me: “Damn.  ok, can I guess?  If I am right, will you tell me?”

His rapid-fire responses stopped.  It showed he was typing, not, and then again several times.  I don’t think he knew how to respond to my question.  Finally, his reply came. 

OlyGuy88: “I guess that’s fair.  Only one guess per day though.”

Finally, I had my chance!

Me: “Krew?”

OlyGuy88: “Nope.  He’s 100% girl crazy lol”

I was going to take a chance he’d keep playing.

Me: “Damn.  Sean?”

OlyGuy88: “That’s cheating.  I said only one guess a day.  Better luck tomorrow.  I need to go.  Have fun with Noah.  ttyt”

Me: “How do you know I’m with Noah?”

OlyGuy88: “Saw you with him when the bus left.  Besides, you’re always with Noah.  Later Max.”

It’s no secret Noah and I are best friends, but his last comment made me realize he’s been watching me a lot - and for a long time. 

***

When we pulled onto Noah’s street, he let out an audible gasp.  “Oh fuck,” he whispered and started chewing on his shirt collar.  I turned my head and looked, curious what startled him.  I saw the reason immediately:  Adam’s car was parked in the driveway.  Noah’s reckoning was coming, and soon.

To my surprise, Jackson slowed the car.  “Relax little bro, just let dad chew you out and apologize profusely, and it will be over soon.  I’ll try to keep him from totally flipping, okay?”

Noah looked at Jackson, confused.  “Sorry about my text.  That was mean.  We cool?”

“Yeah,” Noah replied with a sigh.  “Let’s get it over with.”

Jackson stopped by Craig’s driveway and let me out.  “Good luck.  Let me know how it goes, if you can.”

“Yeah,” was all he could muster, in a faint whisper.  He was already forming tears.

“I’ll text you later to let you know he’s still alive,” Jackson offered. 

His comment reminded me I needed to tell Ashley that Noah wouldn’t be responsive.  I said I would, but forgot because I couldn’t take my phone out at school and was distracted by OlyGuy.

***

I let myself into Craig’s house.  It was kind of strange being there alone.  I texted Cam to see how much longer he would be.  A classmate's mom was dropping him off. 

“On my way… maybe 5 minutes,” he quickly replied.  He sent me his location, and was a couple of miles away.  That made me wonder why we haven’t shared our locations permanently yet. 

I scanned through Instagram.  I heard a car pull up and met him on the porch.  He had a huge smile on his face.  “Hi honey,” he said facetiously, “how was your day?” parroting old-ass married sitcom couples.

I put my hand up to make him quiet.  I wanted to see if I could hear any evidence that Noah was being lashed.  “What?” he asked.

“Just seeing if Noah is still alive.”  He looked at me funny.  “Noah is in BIG trouble.”

Cam went on high alert.

“Is he okay?  What happened?”

“He called his mom a bitch this morning and his dad was home waiting for him.  I think he’s getting it.”

“Oh shit.  What the fuck was he thinking?  That’s so unlike him.”

“Yeah, but you know how these fucking mood swings are.  It sucks.  It’s like you’re having an out of body experience and can watch how you’re acting but can’t stop yourself,” I explained. 

Suddenly, it occurred to me maybe Noah was also out of sorts not just because he was anxious about Ashley, but worried about the whole Chad drama.  Fuck!  This could all be my fault, too.

“Daddy would skin me alive,” he said as he shuddered. 

I briefly explained the details of what happened, and how he was on edge because of Ashley’s silence.  I told him we were down a passenger for the trip to the cabin.

“That sucks,” he said.  “But…  I can’t say he doesn’t deserve to be spanked.  Sounds like he earned it.”

“Yeah, I know,” I agreed.

“So, anyone else here?”  He asked as we came inside.

“Nope, just us,” I answered, smiling.

“In that case, we should go upstairs,” he suggested, lowering his heavy backpack to the floor.  He looked so handsome in his uniform.  Gray slacks, white shirt, red and blue tie.  But that didn’t mean I didn’t want to rip all of those off him.

We started up the stairs and he gave me a playful swat.  I was already starting to chub, and that made me rock hard.  Still, no secrets.

“I traded a bunch of messages with OlyGuy today,” I relayed.

“Yeah?” he asked intently.  As we laid on the bed, I told him the whole story - how he didn’t have his phone yesterday but said he would see me in class.  And then exactly what I was wearing and going home with Noah.  I told Cam about the kids I thought it could be, about my guess he was Krew and even told him I wondered if some teacher or adult at school was fucking with me.

“I don’t think that’s it,” he replied immediately.  “It just doesn’t feel phony.  Whoever this is WANTS you to figure out who he is.  He wants to tell you but is shy and probably really embarrassed about liking boys - especially if it’s a mortal sin.  He wants you to figure it out somehow, so it’s easier on him.  It would save him from having to admit as much.  It’s super awkward for him.  And… I think he’s enjoying the game he’s playing.”

“You think so?”  I replied.  It was nice having someone to talk to about everything.  With Noah’s drama I couldn’t even discuss it with him and it’s been eating me up all day. 

“For sure,” he replied as he stood.  “Just as sure as I am that I’ll never get through gymnastics with this raging boner.”  Cam quickly unzipped his slacks and pushed them down, taking his underwear down with them.  His hard cock sprung free as smiled.

My mouth went dry.  I knew what was expected, and I was more than willing to comply.  I dropped to my knees.  My heart raced as Cam’s hands lovingly guided my mouth to his throbbing cock.  I swear I’ll never get tired of this.

“That's nice,” he complimented.  “You’re such a good boy.”  He rubbed my hair, not unlike how Craig does.

He moaned softly.  “I’ve been waiting for you all day.  But this is what I really want,” he said as he reached for and squeezed my butt.  “Take off your pants.”

I did, and when I went to pull off my shirt, he held my hand down.  “I didn’t tell you to remove your shirt.  Do as you’re told or I’ll have to discipline you.”  I fucking love Daddy Cam.

“Yes sir.”

“We’re going to sixty-nine, but I’m going to eat you out.  Present your pussy.”

I hesitated.  I was super into it but also worried.  I mean, I haven’t used the toilet since before my last shower, but it’s been all day since then and I sweat during PE.  I know I wouldn’t taste normal and clean.

“Are you sure?  Shouldn’t we get cleaned up first?”

Just then, a swat landed on my butt.

“Listen the first time!”

Who was I to argue?  I just hope it isn’t gross for him.  That would be so embarrassing.  I lined up and started devouring his cock again, which tasted a little salty and musky but wasn’t bad.  Then I felt the familiar sensation of him tonguing my hole.

“Ahhhh…”

“Yeah, you like when I do that, don’t you?” he asked.

“Uh huh,” I whimpered.  I had stopped sucking.

“Don’t get distracted, Max.  Suck my balls.”

I took one in my mouth, then the other, and finally both.  He continued lapping my taint.  I guess the taste didn’t bother him.  Go figure.

After a minute or so more of this, he directed me back to his cock and I eagerly swallowed him.

“Okay, get on your knees and spread your cheeks.”

I positioned myself.  Again, I reached for my shirt and he slapped my hand away and then landed three quick slaps to my posterior.

“I fucking told you to keep your shirt on!”

“Sorry.  Normally we’re both totally naked, so I just thought —”

“I didn’t tell you to think!  I told you to spread your cheeks so I can give you a proper fucking.”

“I don’t think there’s any lube in the nightstand,” I said.  If I was going to start spending more time in my room, I’d need to bring some.  “I’ll run to the bathroom and grab some lotion or Vaseline or something.” I shifted to get up.

Another swat stung my butt.  “I didn’t tell you to do that.  You aren’t listening,” he yelled.  “Besides, we don’t need that.  We’re going to go totally natural, just spit.  Besides, by the looks of your hole, you’re ready.”

I was a little worried it would hurt without proper lubrication, but I wasn’t about to argue with him.  I decided to embrace it and hope for the best.

“Fuck yeah, cum inside me.”

Normally Cam is pretty gentle.  He always fingers me, uses plenty of lube, and gradually slides right in.  I felt him push against my anus, spit on my hole and his dick, and push forward.

He did, in fact, still slide right in.  All the way in.  Like, all at once balls deep.  I gasped and yelped.  It wasn’t that it hurt so much as I wasn’t expecting the contrasting sensations of pain, fullness, and pleasure as he crashed inside and suddenly pressed against my magic button.

“Yeah, moan for me.  Let me hear that high pitched voice beg for it.”

“Give me your babies,” I whined.  “Please Mr. Rice?”

I could have sworn I heard him laugh after I called him ‘Mr. Rice.’  Maybe my mind was playing tricks on me.  It didn’t matter.  He fucked me furiously.  I wouldn’t say it hurt, but there was still some mild discomfort when there normally isn’t.  But it also felt really good, as it always does.  And it made me happy to know he was enjoying himself.

“May I please touch my dick?”  I asked.

“No, that’s my job.”  He spit in his palm and started jerking me.

Within a few seconds, we both blew.  Since my shirt wasn’t off, I shot all over it.  What a mess.

He collapsed on me and started kissing my neck.  We were both out of breath.

“I love you so much.  Thanks for letting me try that,” Cam said.  “Are you okay?  It didn’t hurt, did it?”

I kissed his shoulder.  “No, not really.  It was fun, but maybe just on occasion?”  I suggested.  “It was hot but too quick.  I liked it, but love how we normally do it.”

He hugged me tight.  “I didn’t taste bad, did I?”  I asked.

He laughed.  “If you had I would have stopped.  It was….  different.  A little salty, almost like pennies, but it wasn’t gross or bad.  I kind of liked tasting the real you after a long day at school, you know?”

I hugged him back.  I hoped my ass wasn’t too tender or leaky during practice.  And I should get my shirt in the wash.

“I hope you don’t mind if I was a little rough, especially after, well, you know… Chad was mean to you.”

I took a breath.  Referencing Chad after sex felt weird, but I understood why. 

“It’s okay.  I like being dominated so long as it’s gentle.  I love you and trust you completely.  I know it’s just for fun and you’d never actually hurt me,” I replied.  “You weren’t at all like Chad, if that’s what you’re worried about.  Plus, I like that you enjoy it and want to make you happy.”

He kissed my chest.  “I didn’t think you would mind, and I’m glad.  It’s kind of fun to act like that, sometimes.  I try to always be so polite and respectful; I like being able to let my hair down and be a little bossy.  It makes me feel more grown.”

That was interesting, but I guess as dominant as his father is, he probably feels submissive more often than not.  Plus, he may come by it naturally.  Bob is definitely domineering, but also chill?  It’s hard to describe.  He’s really nice and caring, but you’re also scared to piss him off.  I absolutely believe he’d put me over his knee if I ever disrespected him or was being bad, and I’m not even his kid!

“If it ever hurts or I sound too mean, just tell me and I’ll stop,” Cam offered.  “But I promise I won’t be like that too often.  It’s kind of fun for variety, but like you said, I think I prefer how we normally do it more.”

“It’s always amazing.  Sometime we’ll have to try it really slow and see how long we can last!”  I suggested.

“Sure.  That could be fun, he replied.  “Hey, can I tell you to do one more thing?” he asked.

“Sure babe.  I like when you’re…  assertive.”  I may or may not have giggled.

“Can I keep your sweaty, spoogey shirt for a while?  I want to be able to smell you whenever I need a hit.”

Ah, so that was by design.  What a schemer.

“I guess, but what am I going to wear to practice?”  I responded.  “And fair is fair.  You’ll have to give me one of yours you’ve been in all day and then cummed all over.”

“Maybe Noah can run something over,” he suggested.  “I know it would be a little baggy.”

“I doubt he can move right now.  Jackson might be able to, though.”

“I guess you can just not wear a shirt.  I mean, Craig won’t care in the car, we work out shirtless anyway, and I know you hang out all the time around your mom in just underwear.”

He was right.  It wouldn’t matter.  Besides, I prefer it anyway. 

Our pillow talk was interrupted by the sound of a car pulling into the driveway.  I ran to the window and saw Craig was home.

“Craig’s here!”  I announced.

“Cool.  Race you downstairs!”

Cam didn’t bother to put on clothes, other than his sexy as fuck underwear.  His mother would not approve of him running around Craig’s half naked.  But, she’ll never know, and you only live once.  I shrugged, pulled on my shorts (commando for now), and chased after him.

** End of Chapter 36 **

Author’s notes:

Hoped you enjoyed this chapter.  I think we got a fair balance between story progression and some sexy times. 

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