By craigpwriter888@tutanota.com and J
Author’s notes:
Greetings! Hope this latest chapter finds our readers safe and well.
To anyone who may have emailed in the last month, you probably received an ‘undeliverable error’. Protonmail decided to blast my account - I have no idea why, but please note the new email above. (Unfortunately this also means I lost my email notification list.)
I haven’t said it in a while, but a reminder that this story is purely fictional and an exercise in creativity.
In our last chapter, Max finally learned the identity of ‘OlyGuy’ and is now heading off to the woods with Cam for Labor Day weekend.
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Chapter 38
Liam finally revealing himself was the perfect way to start the long weekend. I would have obsessively tried to figure out Oly Guy’s identity, and now I can relax and have fun.
Except now, I have so many things I want to ask him and talk about - and I’m not sure when I will be able to. There aren’t many opportunities to be alone at school, and I’m sure he’s worried about the optics of suddenly hanging out with the only known homo.
After lunch, I finished the final 15 minutes of geometry before heading to my next class. Craig is supposed to pick me up about 10 minutes into PE, so I didn’t bother to dress out. Coach seemed to sneer when I showed him the pass, but when I told him why I was leaving, he told me to have fun. I swear, sometimes teachers are just pissy for the sake of being pissy. Not even sure why he cared, though I guess I am one of the few kids who actually plays hard.
I was shocked when I saw Liam come onto the court from the locker room, now in a school t-shirt and shorts. That’s the school PE uniform everyone has to dress into. I noticed his legs are smooth, except for a little hair around his calves.
Either I’ve been clueless, or I’ve never noticed him in my gym class this year. “Hey,” he greeted me, grinning widely. “They just flipped around my schedule this morning while I was in the office. Is it wrong that I asked for your class?”
At least I knew I wasn’t crazy, but I was taken aback that he intentionally tried to get another class with me. “You asked them to change you into my PE class?”
He shook his head but blushed. “No, it wasn’t like that. They needed another office aide in the afternoon and asked if I would be willing to alter my schedule. When they said they were going to swap my first and fifth periods, I jumped at the chance. Having PE first thing is brutal! It’s too early to run and then you get sweaty and smell for the rest of the day, plus there were some real douches in there. This will be so much better,” he added smiling.
It made sense. Gym is an every-other-day class. On the opposite day, kids either do music or a practical art course. This quarter I have technology, which so far has been boring af! And some, like Liam, get recruited to be office aides instead.
“Yeah, that does suck. I had it first hour last year.”
“I know, remember?” he replied, frowning. “I did too… with you.” I totally forgot we had gym together last year. That was his first hint, that he had seen me without a shirt. He probably thinks I’m an idiot. I guess I was preoccupied with my dad’s stuff and then developing things with Cam to pay much attention. But now that he mentioned it, I do recall it clearly. We were even on a basketball team together for Coach’s 3-on-3 mini-tournament. I had to give myself a facepalm.
He laughed. I’m glad he wasn’t annoyed. “And, I also knew you had gym 5th hour,” he said, before adding shyly, “I kind of looked up your schedule. Please don’t tell Mr. Tim.”
“I won’t,” I replied. I might have underestimated his infatuation.
“I didn’t know if they would slot me for A or B day, but I did hint to the counselor I’d prefer Coach Bremerton’s class, since I saw he was your PE teacher. I hope you don’t think I was -”
“Stalking me?” I finished his sentence, giggling. “Creeper!” I teased.
He laughed again. I’m glad he realizes I’m joking. “Well, it just worked out,” he answered. “I’m not sad about it.”
"Nah, me either,” I agreed, giving him a fist bump. “It’ll be cool having another class together. Maybe we can even rate guys.” I gave him a wink.
“I can’t believe Mrs. Grisham actually gave me the option of going to PE or social studies today. She said there was a sub for Mr. Farber’s class, so it didn’t really matter. I think she likes me.”
I realize her interest may not be the same, but what’s not to like?
Coach blew the whistle for everyone to line up for warm-ups. I sat on the bleachers, quietly watching as Liam did his push-ups and jumping jacks right in front of me, exposing just a smidge of tummy. I hope he didn’t think it was creepy, but I snuck my phone and took a picture of him while he was stretching. I know Cam is going to ask what he looks like, and I suck at describing people, so this will be better. I was surprised by how well the photo turned out.
***
Craig was waiting for me in the office. He greeted me warmly and rested his arm on my shoulder as we walked to his car. “Ready for an awesome weekend? I already stopped by your house and grabbed your bag. Do you need anything else?”
“Nope. I think I packed everything,” I answered eagerly. “Whatever I forgot I’m sure I can live without.” The only things I truly needed are Cam, Craig, and my phone. I could make due minus everything else.
***
“Oly Guy revealed himself today,” I eagerly told Craig as we drove off.
“Thank God,” he answered. “Anyone you suspected?”
“No, it’s this really nice boy named Liam. Total jock - football player. He's a tight end, which is kind of funny,” I chattered. “I never would have guessed him in a million years!”
Craig grinned. “Nice. What’s he look like?”
“I mean, I wouldn’t say he's hot, but he is pretty cute. Kind of… is stocky the right word? Not fat, but like he’s thick and taller than me but not as much as Noah,” I described. “He has short brown hair… brown eyes, I think anyway,” I described. I don’t know if I've ever looked closely, but I don’t remember them being blue or green like a lot of the other white kids. “He has a nice tan, clear complexion, and braces.”
“You better be careful with your gushing. You might make Cam jealous,” he teased.
“Very funny,” I responded while rolling my eyes. But Craig has a point. I need to be aware Cam might not be as amused by my enthusiasm. He’s had flashes of jealousy and insecurity before, but I bet he’ll really like Liam whenever they eventually meet.
God, is it bad I’m already wondering how Liam will interact with my other friends? He already seems to know and get along well with Noah.
I remembered I snapped a pic for Cam, and showed it to Craig at a traffic light. “Here, see for yourself.”
He studied my phone, even zoomed in a little. “Yeah, he’s cute, in a very boy-next-door kind of way. A little bigger than you usually go for, though,” Craig teased. OG made a similar comment wondering if I only liked skinny boys, but that wasn’t entirely true. I mean, I do, but Craig isn’t exactly thin and honestly Chad had a bit of dad bod, too. Noah is bigger than Liam and Jamie is slightly chunky, but honestly, none of that really matters.
“We’ve been in the same language arts class all year, and apparently his schedule just changed and now we have PE together, too,” I explained. I told him how Liam is an office aide and how that explained how he was able to leave the note in my locker and why Mr. Tim seemed to know who he was immediately when I showed the piece of paper to him.
Craig seemed amused. “Well, I’m glad the mystery is solved. It was driving you crazy, and all the carrying on and plotting was driving me crazy,” he joshed. “Just be careful. It’s always nice to make a new friend, and I’m sure you can be there for him as he comes to grips with his sexuality, but don’t complicate things with Cam or… push him into anything he might not be ready for.”
I groaned. Craig has a one-track mind. Honestly, sex hadn’t even really occurred to me. I guess I was still processing the suddenness of events. But… um, I probably wouldn’t be able to stop myself from glancing at him if his gym locker is near mine.
“Yes, father,” I responded sarcastically. “I don’t think I’m going to corrupt him, if that’s what you mean. Remember his first message? He wanted to exchange blowjobs in the restroom, so I think he’s plenty horny already.”
I paused. I wasn’t annoyed or anything with Craig, but for some reason I felt compelled to explain. Maybe because he thinks I’m so impulsive with sex?
“I declined his offer and he apologized,” I reminded him. “Honestly, it’s not like that. I'm not saying we won’t ever do stuff, but I really like just talking with him. We’ve never really been friends before, but we have had several classes together and he’s always nice to everyone. Never stuck up or annoying.”
Craig just smiled. “It sounds like he’s a nice boy. I hope your new friendship is as positive as it seems like it could be,” he said, turning onto Cam’s street.
***
Cam and Mr. Rice were outside, loading the last of the supplies into the SUV, when we pulled up. I not only received my typical hug from Cam, but also from Bob.
“Hope you had a great week, Max,” Bob said. “I’m so glad you and Craig are coming.” I know he can be strict, but there’s something about him I can't help but like… it’s like you KNOW he is on your side and will stand behind you no matter what happens, even when he comes down super hard on you. I get why Cam tries so hard not to disappoint his dad. He just has this vibe. It’s a lot like Craig, but different? Craig is super approachable while Bob is kind of intimidating - at first.
Bob told Craig to park his car in the garage - in Jeanine’s normal spot. I don’t know why exactly, but him taking Jeanine’s ‘spot’ triggered a random thought. Man, what if Craig could replace Jeanine and be parents with Bob to Cam and I. Would that make us brothers and make our relationship weird? Of course, I’d miss Mom like crazy.
I’ve never considered having two fathers, but Craig and Bob would be a perfect pair of parents. Bob is kind of a hard-ass who pushes you hard - while still loving you - and Craig could be the one to console you when you’re down but still disciplines you. Maybe Cam and I will have kids someday. I already know Cam would take after ‘Bob’ and I’d be ‘Craig’.
“What are you daydreaming about?” Cam asked.
“Huh?” I asked, zoned out in my parenting fantasy.
“You seemed deep in thought,” Cam replied. “Thinking about how many times you’ll take my cock this weekend?” His eyes flared while he rubbed my chest.
“No… Yes, I mean, sorta. Lots of things, I guess.” Now that I thought about it, I kinda want to mount him at least once. I might need to rest my butt and I can’t remember if I’ve fucked him since we reunited.
“Boys,” Bob called. “Saddle up!”
I made a mental note to tell Cam later about how we would make awesome parents, like his dad and Craig, but that wasn’t something I could talk about in the car.
***
Cam suggested we sit in the third row of the Armada. With the middle seats folded down, it gave us maximum leg room to spread out. “This is always what I do on long trips,” he commented.
Once we hit the road, I realized it also provided a nice buffer between us and the adults. Craig and Bob were talking about the stock market and taxes, so it was the perfect opportunity to tell Cam about Liam.
I pulled out my phone and showed him the picture.
“Who’s that?” he asked.
“Oly Guy!” I answered. “His name is Liam.”
Cam’s eyes widened. “He’s kind of cute. How did you figure it out?”
I gave Cam a run-down of the whole lunch reveal.
“I like this kid’s style,” Cam answered. “I can’t wait to meet him.” I was glad Cam wasn’t jealous.
“He’s in my gym class now, too,” I continued. “His schedule just changed.”
“Nice. So, you’ll know what his underwear preference is soon, huh? I hope he’s not a boxer guy. They don’t let you imagine anything.”
“I dunno. Being a jock, my money is on those athletic kind - like Under Armour or something.”
“So, when do we get to entice him?” Cam asked with a grin. “I bet he’s got a super soft bubble butt, based on his build.”
“Not sure about that,” I answered. Although he wasn’t wrong about Liam’s butt. It was round and plump but not particularly big, if that makes any sense. “He’s super religious and his parents sound strict. It might not be easy to find an opportunity… and even then, he may be nervous. I don’t want to pressure him into anything if he isn’t ready.”
“‘Nervous’, like Noah?” he asked, smirking, and using air quotes. “He’s our age. That means he’s horny all the time. Just get him thinking about it and he’ll probably be super eager. He did proposition you right off the bat, so it isn’t like gay sex hasn’t already occurred to him.”
“Yeah, that’s probably true, but I don’t want to rush anything and scare him off,” I explained. “I think you’ll really like him. He is one of the nicest kids at school. I honestly don’t know anyone who would say a bad thing about him.”
“Cool. I should add him on Snap. Maybe I could talk about the whole crazy religious parent thing. Sounds like we have that in common.” That seemed like a good idea, but I wasn’t sure whether it would make him uncomfortable.
“True. Better let me ask him first though, okay? I’ll message him when school gets out.”
“Fine, that makes sense, I’ll hold off. I don’t want to freak him out. Now…” he answered, lowering his voice. “How naughty do we plan to be this weekend? I can’t wait to taste you… all over. God, I hope we have a room to ourselves. I don’t want to have to fuck in the woods.”
He rubbed my thigh. I wasn’t sure our own room would suffice. Would we really go at it with our parents in the next room? “That sounds awesome. Maybe we could go skinny dipping and jerk each other off under the water,” I suggested.
“Hmm, I guess for a warm up that’s fine, but limiting ourselves to hand jobs won’t do,” Cam hissed. “No time like the present, though.”
Before I knew it, he put his hand under my shorts and started rubbing. Seriously, with his dad and Craig just feet away. A moment later, he was inside my boxer briefs. On instinct or as a reflex, I moaned.
“Cam, what are you thinking? They’re going to see us,” I protested. I mean, I was enjoying it, but still, my anxiety was high. The grown-ups are right there!
He took the pillow from behind his head and laid it across my lap. It wasn’t much cover, but it was better than nothing.
“Shh babe, let me make you feel good. I know you like it,” he whispered. He wasn’t wrong. “Little Max wants to come out to play. How can we deny him? Besides, they’re engrossed in talking about ‘roths’ and ‘salt deductions’, whatever those are.”
It occurred to me if we could put the seat back up it would be more of a buffer blocking the view, but there was no way to do that without them noticing or it being suspicious.
He was slowly rubbing my glans when my phone buzzed. I glanced at it. Craig had messaged me.
“Staaahp. You have ten seconds before I say something out loud, and who knows how Bob will react.”
My heart stopped. I pushed Cam away and showed him my screen. He nodded. Now I was rock hard and couldn’t do anything about it.
***
About 20 minutes later, Bob pulled into a gas station. “I meant to fill up earlier, but I just didn’t get to it.”
We all left the vehicle to stretch our legs. “Gentlemen, go choose some snacks for the road,” Bob instructed, opening his wallet and giving Cam a $20 bill. Score! “I don’t want any change, so go wild.”
“Thanks Daddy, you want your normal?” Cam asked. Bob nodded. Cam turned to face me. “It’s another road trip tradition. It’s the one time we’ll buy anything at a convenience store or eat junk food.” Cam was starting to explain how the money thing was an educational game, to get as much as possible without going over the limit, but also factoring in sales tax. The Rices play weird car games.
Suddenly, Craig interrupted. “Boys, come here.” We exchanged guilty looks and followed him to the side of the building.
“Seriously? You’ve never even tried that in my car and I wouldn’t be offended. If Bob had seen, he might have had an accident,” Craig began to lecture. “Keep it in your pants or you won’t be allowed to sit next to each other the rest of the trip. Got it?”
I tried to defuse Craig with a joke. “I mean, technically, it was still in my pants.”
Apparently, that was not the right thing to say.
Craig’s eyes squinted and his face flushed. “Cam, give us a moment.”
“Um, yes sir. This is all my fault, though. I initiated and told him it was fine when he said we should stop.”
“Noted. And I’ll deal with you in a minute,” Craig responded before putting his arm around my shoulder and walking me further down the side of the building, past the air compressor.
“Max, look at me,” he instructed. He pointed his index finger right in my face. “If you're going to cop an attitude or be argumentative, I’ll call an Uber and we’ll go home right now. You can explain why to Bob and your Mom.”
I was horrified. Why is he overreacting? I know he isn’t bothered by us doing stuff, and all I did was make a joke.
“Bruh -“ I could feel my anger rising, but took a breath. The last time I said that in frustration to Craig, he lit up my ass. I wasn’t going to risk that again, even if he did promise to never do it again. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to be disrespectful. I just thought if I made a joke you’d laugh.”
Craig softened. “You know I don’t care about you and Cam enjoying yourselves, but we’ve talked about this. Be discreet and considerate of others. The backseat with your dads eight feet away is neither the time nor place. Understood?”
I nodded. “Yes sir, you’re right. I said the same thing, but Cam was horny and he wants what he wants. Right then, he wanted to get me off, and it felt good so I let him continue. I should have been more assertive.”
“Good. Go pick out a snack and drink and tell Cam to come see me.” He gave me a side hug and lightly patted my rear before I went inside. What is it about Craig hugs that reassure me?
A few minutes later, Cam met me down the junk aisle. His face was pale and he looked upset, like he was about to cry. Craig must have really done a number on him.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“I’m fine,” he mumbled, not at all convincingly. “I’m sorry if I pressured you or didn’t have your consent. That wasn’t what I was trying to do, it’s just… you’ve always liked it when I’m bossy and take charge.”
“Dude - I do! You weren’t forcing me or anything. I didn’t tell Craig that!” What the hell?
“He didn’t say you did, but I did keep at it even when you objected, and that was wrong,” Cam confessed and hung his head. “I feel bad I got you in trouble with Craig.”
“Don’t! I love what we do, we just need to be careful.” I pulled him into a hug.
I knew I needed to shift his focus. “So, what do you think? Oreos and Takis or Nerd Ropes and Chex Mix?”
“Definitely Oreos. But I’m thinking Flamin’ Hot Cheetos. And Pineapple Fanta. It isn’t a road trip without that.”
I grabbed a bag of cookies and chips, as well as some Muddy Buddies and gummy bears. “They’re going to have indigestion just looking at all this,” I joked. I guess there are benefits to still being a kid.
“That’s how you know you’ve made good selections, if it would make anyone over 40 sick.”
Our total was just below what we had, so Cam threw in a pack of gum. “Hey, we’ll want fresh breath later.”
Fuck yes we will, but I’d kiss him no matter what.
***
As we left the convenience store, Cam commented how hot and humid it was, and peeled off his shirt. I looked at him confused, but it was muggy, so I shed mine too before getting back in the SUV. It was more comfortable.
Craig gave us a funny look.
“We’re just hot, and not like that,” I explained. “It’s okay, right?”
Bob answered before Craig could. “Sure. I get it. Boys should be barefoot and shirtless 90 percent of the time. You can run around naked all weekend for all I care, just don’t complain about mosquitos or leeches.”
45 minutes further north, a sugar buzz was just kicking-in when I got a Snap from Liam.
Liam: Hi Max. How’s the drive?
Me: Hey Liam. Drive is good… though I might have eaten too many gummy bears
I realized how nice it was to be able to address him by name and know who I was talking to.
Liam: can you ever have too many? You didn’t miss much in Hickman’s class.
Me: Good… By the way, Cam thinks you’re cute
My intention was to give him a lighthearted compliment. But then I realized he might assume I don’t find him attractive. I quickly fired off another test.
Me: Cam and I agree on THAT
Liam: Cam? Your boyfriend you mean
Me: Yeah
Liam: You told him about me
Me: of course
Liam: I mean everything, even who I am?
Me: well yeah, we don’t keep secrets
Liam: ugh!
Me: what? Why?
He didn’t respond right away; I could see his typing indicator popping on and off.
Liam: I thought you understood I’m not ready for ANYONE else to know!
Despite only having a text message to go on, I could sense his panic and tension. That seemed silly. I mean Cam doesn’t even go to our school.
Me: Sorry. I didn’t tell anyone else though, promise. He doesn’t go to Olympia
“Who you chatting with?” Cam asked, noticing I was furiously typing away on my phone. I wasn’t hating that his nipples were pert, I guess as a result of the cool air from the AC.
“It’s Liam,” I answered.
“Tell him to add me,” Cam requested.
“Just a sec.”
Liam: OK. I’m just nervous it’s going to get around. You know how middle school gossip is
Me: It won’t. Not from me… and not from Cam. We both know coming out is hard
After an unusual amount of time, he still hadn’t answered. I could just see him sitting in his room, freaking.
Me: We’re your friends now. You can trust us. I swear.
Liam: Thanks.
Me: Cam wants to add you
Liam: Really?
Me: Yeah. Hold on.
It took me a few seconds to set up a group chat.
Me: Ok Liam, meet Cam
I noticed Cam taking a selfie.
Cam: Hi Liam!
He included the selfie of him throwing deuces. I just rolled my eyes.
Liam: Hi Cam. I remember you from SNO
Me: Oof… don’t bring that up. It was amazing… but the ending definitely sucked and turned into the worst night of my life
Okay, that wasn’t the WORST, but you know… I was being dramatic.
Liam: I kind of thought it was entertaining, and a little hot. Watching Brady get leveled was fire
Cam: Noah was a beast!
Liam: Lol yeah. I might have to hire him
Me: For what
Liam: Brady was giving me shit on the bus… about eating lunch with you
Me: he’s an ass
Liam: I know. He can blow up an o line, but I can’t stand him. He’s not a good person
Me: For real. Ignore him.
Liam: I know. I told him I had to ask you about an english assignment
I hated that Liam felt the need to lie and cover. He should just tell Brady to fuck off and mind his own business, but I get it: Liam is still in the closet and needs to stay there.
Me: He’ll get over it. Remind me sometime to tell you about what happened between us in fourth grade. It’s a funny story.
Liam: I know… but I need to be careful. so Cam… did you really say i’m cute
Cam: raaawrrrr lol
Liam: lol… how do you even know what I look like
Me: Hold on, i’ll show you
I sent the pic I took during gym.
Liam: Ewww, thats so cringy… hold on
Liam’s next message was a picture of him, shirtless, from the stomach up. His smooth torso looked almost supple, definitely undefined, but not really flabby per se. He was laying on his bed, atop a Vikings comforter. A necklace around his neck hung to the side. My attention was drawn immediately to his nipples… they were surprisingly big, round, and dark. His left arm was stretched over his head, and I couldn’t discern any armpit hair. If he had any, it was minimal.
I like being smooth all over, and it’s hot on Cam, too. But I dunno, with Liam, the idea of him being big and strong and manhandling me seemed strangely appealing.
He looked different, much sexier. Maybe it was because he was shirtless? Or perhaps just the look on his face had some intensity to it? His hair looked especially on point? I’m not exactly sure, but I felt a stirring.
Apparently, I wasn’t the only one. “Wow,” Cam whispered. “That’s … nice.”
Liam: better?
Cam: dude! Ur hot af!
Liam: not really. You guys are hot, I’m just average
Me: Average? You got Cam boned lol
Cam: he’s a dork (atop a picture of him rolling his eyes)
Liam: lol
Cam: whatever, you know you’ll take care of my boner later
“I wonder if he would send us pics… of more,” Cam whispered. “I bet he’s hung.”
“Don’t even,” I sneered. “He isn’t ready for that. Don’t scare him off or make him feel uncomfortable.”
Cam: Liam can I ask you something
“Cam! Please,” I pleaded.
“Relax,” he said.
Liam: I guess
Cam: what kind of underwear do you prefer
Liam: What
Cam: You know, briefs, boxers, boxer briefs, jocks, maybe THONGS!
Liam: guys wear thongs? lol!
Cam: hey they might look good on you
Liam: um… maybe I don’t wear ANY underwear
Cam: liar… though that would be kinda hot
Liam: I know, but that would be weird… besides, haven’t you heard the jokes about Mormons wearing special undergarments??
Cam: wait, ur Mormon?
Liam: yup. Or, as my Bishop says, a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints
“What’s ‘Mormon’?” I asked Cam.
“His religion. It’s a type of Christian… sort of.”
Cam: cool. One of my teammates in Texas was LDS
Liam: really?
Cam: yep. he was very nice. He told me all mormons are nice
Liam: not wrong. Well, most anyway
Me: you ARE nice… I told Cam you were one of the kids everyone likes
Liam: Thx. Krew is the most popular Mormon at school tho.
Liam: I g2g mom’s home
Cam: Later
Me: cya
Liam: bye…and Cam, just boxer briefs. sorry to be boring, but sometimes I do wear neon colors
Cam: I can’t wait to see.
He added drooling and winking emojis.
I elbowed Cam. “Dude, I told you not to come on too strong. He’s super new to everything and paranoid about being discovered. Don’t hit on him.”
“What? Who doesn’t want to be found attractive? It’s a compliment,” Cam pushed back. “I’d definitely fuck him. I bet he’s a power-top, though. I wonder if he’s bigger than Noah.”
“You sound like Spencer,” I responded, rolling my eyes. That was an interesting thought, though. Noah is taller, but I wouldn’t be surprised if Liam is well endowed.
I returned to our individual chat.
Me: it isn’t just Cam. I really do think you’re cute too. Is it weird I never really noticed until now?
Me: thanks for doing lunch. I’m glad we’ve become friends. Honest.
***
Once we finished with Liam, Cam surprised me by curling up against my side. “I’m tired,” he announced, pulling a blanket over his bare torso. I guess junk food doesn’t hype him like it does me, or perhaps he’s just one of those people who always get tired on long car rides. Come to think of it, he napped on the drive to the gymnastics tournament in Madison, too.
I pulled him into me and gently stroked his arm until I could tell he was asleep. I noticed Craig look back at us. At first, I thought he might be angry, assuming something was going on under the blanket, but he just smiled. He nudged Bob and told him to look as well. Apparently, we must have looked cute because Bob grinned and said “Awww, adorable.” I’m not sure I like being thought of as a cute pet, but I guess it’s better than how my sperm donor would react.
Eventually, I closed my eyes as well. I’m not sure how long I was out, but it was long enough to have a short dream about Liam joining Cam and I in the Rice’s hot tub. Cam’s comment about Liam probably being hung must have planted a seed (no pun intended) because in the dream, Liam was beyond hung. It practically hung to his knees… not only that, he had the ability to move it without touching it.
Cam and I were just about to take turns sucking that massive cock when I was jarred back to consciousness by the car slowing and turning onto an unpaved stretch. Cam stirred too, managing to brush my erection with his hand.
“Hey, I was dreaming,” I explained, shrugging
“Nice,” he replied, sitting up and stretching. “It must have been good.”
***
The cabin was at the end of a gravel road that must have been a mile long. Bob drove slowly as the Armada’s tires dipped in and out of various ruts and holes. We passed another cabin about midway, but after that point, there was nothing but trees.
The sun was just beginning to set as we arrived. “We made it,” Bob announced. “Wake up sleepyheads.” We didn’t need an alarm… the pitching vehicle made it impossible to doze.
Cam quickly threw on his shirt and we tumbled into the cooler air. It’s amazing how much chillier it seemed, just a few hours north. I was glad we got here before dark so we could scout our surroundings. The cabin itself wasn’t large, but you could tell it was nice. It was not some dumpy hut in the woods. It looked older, but extremely well cared for. It was newly painted and featured a large screened porch facing the water, the shore of which was only about 40 feet from the front door. A second building that looked like a large garage was built right on the water’s edge.
Between the two was an outdoor seating area around a fire pit.
“Let’s get unpacked so we can scrounge up dinner. Steaks are in the cooler.”
***
We helped unload the bags and supplies while Bob fired up the grill.
The inside of the cabin was very cozy. Deer heads adorned the walls above the fireplace. There was only one true, enclosed bedroom, which had two full size beds. Craig took the adult’s bags there. Cam and I had our choice between a couch that pulled out or a bed that folded from the wall. We tested both before concluding the murphy bed was the clear winner. The pull out was lumpy, and when we tested it, the coils squeaked. Cam grinned and shook his head. We couldn’t have that.
“You have a few minutes before the food is ready. Go explore,” Bob suggested. Craig stayed back to help, cracking open beers for him and Bob.
We headed towards the other building first. It was hard to tell its purpose until we got closer. It was a sort of a covered dock or boathouse. The backside opened to the water and a fishing boat was lifted out of the water by a hoist. Towards the house was a storage area, which served as a small garage. There were a few gardening tools and two mountain bikes that looked to be in good shape. “We’ll have to go for a ride,” I suggested. “Maybe we can find a quiet spot to fuck.”
Cam nodded. “Damn straight we will,” he asserted. “We may have to be quiet in the house, but in the woods, I want to hear how much you love it.”
I followed Cam up a wrought iron spiral staircase in the corner.
“We might not have to go for a bike ride for that!” Cam said excitedly.
“Huh?” I asked. I answered my own question. Above the boat and small storage area was a narrow loft with windows on either end. The sloped ceiling of the roofline made it impossible to stand, except in the very center. There wasn’t much there, except a twin bed and small night stand.
“Maybe we can finish what we started in the car,” I suggested, nuzzling his neck. He kissed me back passionately for several seconds. “We better wait. Daddy will be calling us for dinner any minute.”
“I guess,” I sighed, reluctantly relenting. He clearly had no idea how worked up I was from my dream.
***
Dinner was uneventful. Bob had the rib-eyes already sizzling and smoking by the time we returned. "Find anything interesting?" he asked as we approached.
"Yeah!" Cam replied. "That's actually a boathouse. There's even a small bedroom. It's kind of cool, like a little hideaway."
I wondered whether they would let us sleep there and pretend we're alone on a romantic getaway. But I wasn't sure it was wise to push our luck. They were already allowing us to share a bed when technically there were enough for each of us, and I didn't want to risk pissing Craig off by making it obvious what we would be up to. On the other hand, he has encouraged us to be more considerate and discrete, and removing ourselves seems like sticking to the spirit of his directive. Maybe I could test the waters privately and see how he reacts.
Bob laughed. "Yes. I'm aware. My boss says he sleeps out there sometimes when he needs a break from his in-laws. Get washed up. The steaks are almost ready."
Bob grilled some broccoli and Craig prepped some instant mash potatoes to complete a simple meal. It wasn't a lot, but it would suffice. We ate mostly in silence on the screened porch, listening to nature. I thought I noticed the adults exchanging looks, but I could have been imagining things.
"Who wants ice cream?" Bob asked as we took our plates to the kitchen.
Cam and I both jumped on that. We don't get it often, and even though we already had so much junk food on the ride up, neither of us were going to pass. "You brought ice cream?" Cam asked eagerly.
"Nah. There's a place down the road. Just a small general store and bait shop, but they have a bit of everything, including soft serve,” Bob explained. “Let's get the kitchen squared away and we'll head there. If we're efficient we can get back before it's too dark to start a fire and sit outside."
***
The access road didn't seem nearly as long heading out as it did coming in. When we came to the end of the gravel stretch, Bob spoke before turning onto the pavement. "Pay attention, boys. Look for landmarks and make sure you know where the turnoff is. Maybe the two of you can take the bikes and come on your own tomorrow or Sunday if you want ice cream again. At least you'll work off some of the calories that way.”
There really wasn't much to pay attention to. It seemed impossible to get lost. After a left turn, Bob made his way through a couple sharp turns and then there it was - a small enclave of a few houses and the store. There were several cars parked outside. Apparently, it was the place to be on a Friday night. Several families were sitting outside at picnic tables enjoying a treat. I scanned for someone our age who might be friend material, but it was mostly little kids.
We made our way inside. It wasn't a full blown DQ, but there was a good selection of prepackaged ice cream in a freezer at the back, just past the potato chips and beer, next to the live bait. All the necessities if you're in the middle of nowhere, I guess.
Craig grabbed a case of beer while Cam and I looked over our options. I opted for an ice cream sandwich and he grabbed a Klondike Bar. We paid, thanked Bob, and made our way back to the cabin.
I heard my phone buzz just after we pulled away. I realized I hadn't checked it since we arrived at the cabin. I guess I was distracted by exploring the grounds and eating to pay any attention. They say being in nature helps you disconnect. Still, I was happy we had some sort of a signal. It was a text from Noah:
Noah: woot woot... I got cleared to go to Ashleys tomorrow
Me: Nice. Kill it.
Noah: Yeah but...
Cam peered over my shoulder.
Me: ???
Noah: I'm nervous af
Cam grabbed my phone. I guess he left his back at the cabin.
Me: this is cam... don’t have my phone... just stop. you're awesome, be yourself and respectful and the dad will like you.
Noah: I know it's just…
Me: cam still... you worry too much. Ashley wouldn't invite you to an ambush. now get some sleep and think about what to say if he asks about the dance, and just tell him the effing truth
***
Craig had the flames raging in the fire pit almost immediately, which put out a surprising amount of heat. It was incredibly peaceful.
While he stoked the fire, I told him about Noah getting invited to Ashley’s for dinner. He looked up at me and smiled. “So I heard,” he grinned. Damn! How do they all always seem to be in the know? I swear it’s almost like they made a GroupMe to discuss us.
The sun was setting over the lake, casting an orange glow across the entire scene. A chill was starting to come off the lake. Cam and I both finished our ice cream and pulled our bench closer to the fire. I still shivered, wrapping my arms around myself.
“I can go find you a blanket,” Cam offered.
“I’ll be fine,” I sighed. He wrapped his arm around me and pulled me close.
“Better?” he asked.
I nodded. This was almost perfect. The idyllic scenery, crackle and entrancing glow of a fire, the fresh smell of the forest, and of course, Cam holding me tight, keeping me warm. I wondered whether Noah being unable to come was one of those things that was “meant to be.” It wouldn’t feel the same if he were here, and of course, he’s also getting to spend time with Ashley. Maybe this is better all around, for everyone.
I didn’t think of a fishing trip as being romantic, but suddenly it was. I wondered whether this weekend would serve as an important marker for both of our relationships. Then I realized I sounded like a chick, was over thinking, and just needed to soak in the memory.
We sat quietly, Cam and I snuggling by the warmth of the fire. Bob and Craig sipped beers, occasionally rubbing their hands over the flame.
Cam caressed my back, before sitting up. “Daddy,” he said quietly. “Maybe now would be a good time?”
A ‘good time’ for what? Bob moved his chair closer to me while Craig pulled his seat to the other side of Cam. What was going on? I felt like I was the only person in the dark, like they all conspired on something.
“Max,” Bob said softly, “if you don’t want to discuss it, I completely understand. We’re here to have a fun weekend and I don’t want anything to ruin it, but I have a lot of new information regarding Chad.”
Chad! Oh. That fucker. I would be lying if I said my mood didn’t instantly worsen. Things were so pleasant, why do we have to ruin it?
Cam gripped my shoulder. “It’s okay,” he whispered. “I think it’s smart to know.”
“Okay... I guess,” I tentatively answered.
“Well,” Bob began. “I think Craig told you I was going to hire someone to dig into Chad’s life and see what they could find.”
“Not anything specific,” I stated. I was surprised Bob would spend money on something like that.
“They found A LOT. I can’t believe how fast they worked, but they managed to gain access to more than I thought was possible. He could use some cyber-security consultation,” Bob grinned. “Anyway, your Grindr encounter was certainly not out of the ordinary. He’s quite active and from the chat logs they recovered, he manages to get with a fair number of guys.”
“And sometimes there are even multiple guys involved… at once,” Craig added.
“You mean like an orgy?” I asked. Not sure why, but I immediately thought about Spencer and how he would be an easy mark for something like that.
“Yes. There’s a segment of the gay world who likes that kind of thing,” Craig explained. I have to admit, the idea wasn’t entirely unappealing. Noah joked we could have a borgy. When Cam and I discussed it later, we weren’t particularly serious, but we weren’t completely joking either.
“But, the good news is, he’s also apparently very dedicated to latex, so despite his questionable promiscuity, he seems to use condoms consistently,” Bob added.
He seemed so normal and clean-cut, like Craig. Clearly, he wasn’t. It made me feel even dirtier for having had sex with him. I couldn’t help but cringe. Cam held me tighter.
“But,” Bob continued. “He’s not only getting with guys. It seems he has a mistress as well. One of the agents that works under him at his real estate business.”
“Equal opportunity sex maniac,” Craig commented. “Tell him the rest.”
“He’s not the most ethical of businessmen, either. It appears he’s been involved in manipulating the sale price of various properties and taking kickbacks.”
I didn’t really understand what they meant exactly, but the point was clear: his encounter with me wasn’t just a one-time lapse of judgment. Chad is an asshole in just about every way. Which only made me cringe harder. I can’t believe I let him use me.
I closed my eyes for a few seconds to regain some composure. “Okay, so it sounds like he’s a total jerk. I can’t believe someone like that has a kid.” As soon as I said it, I felt the pit in my stomach. Was he really that much different than my own father? At least he was an honest guy at work, right?
“Brett might be the one person he hasn’t betrayed, at least not yet,” Craig said. “We need to make sure that never happens, along with making sure he never… does what he did to you to any other boy.”
“Okay, but how?”
“Well, like I said, we have evidence of a lot of wrongdoings. Some would be of interest to his wife. Other things would turn heads at the state real estate licensing board. And of course, most of it would be of interest to law enforcement.”
I started to object. I’d rather forget the whole thing than have anyone else find out what happened and how stupid I was.
“Relax,” Craig interjected. “We aren’t going to the police.”
“We don’t need to,” Bob explained. “We can bundle all this information and present it to him. Let him know we are monitoring his behavior. If he ever does anything like he did to you to anyone else, including his own son, we expose everything.”
“‘Everything’? That would be so humiliating.” I groaned at the thought. “Mom would lose it.”
“Well, we wouldn’t actually mention your, uh, encounter. But he wouldn’t know that. It should have him shaking in his boots.”
“Hell yes!” Cam exclaimed. “I can’t wait to see the look on his face. It will be such an epic bitchslap!”
I was apprehensive when they first brought up Chad, but this was actually good news. Once we deliver the knockout blow, I won’t have to think about him ever again, or stay awake worrying he’s gonna rip Brett’s ass in two. Still, I wasn’t as into witnessing Chad’s comeuppance as Cam seemed to be. Hell, I could barely manage eating with him across the restaurant. I’d rather avoid altogether.
“Boys, I understand your enthusiasm, but unfortunately, I don’t think it’s something you should witness. The presentation of this sensitive information is best handled by an intermediary. Probably an attorney we hire. Craig or I might be there, but will want to remain anonymous.”
“What? That’s not fair!” Cam argued. I’ve never heard him take that tone with his father before. “Max lived through his attack. He deserves to see his face. I can skip it, but Max deserves justice. You know, for closure! Just like when grandma died and Mom wanted me to view the body at the funeral, even though I was creeped out.”
Everyone fell into an awkward silence. Even the trees were suddenly still, suspending their sway as if they too were holding their breath. Cam’s righteous indignation was well intended, but it wasn’t lost on me no one bothered to ask my opinion. Honestly, I don’t know whether I would want to be there. My head was spinning.
Bob leaned back in his chair and glanced at Craig, who shifted uncomfortably.
“I respect your passion, Cam. Hell, I share it. Your sentiment is spot on, and I wouldn’t expect any less from someone of your character,” Craig soothed. “However, even if Max wanted to - which remains to be seen - Bob and I both agree it isn’t a good idea. I’m sorry, but this isn’t up for debate.”
“And that’s the final word on the matter, Cameron,” Bob added sharply. “Craig is more his father than anyone, and he’s spoken. Unless Max wants to inform Stacy and appeal to her judgment, of course.”
Oh shit. That was a terrible idea, to get Mom involved. “Um, no sir,” I squeaked.
Cam was seething but knew better than to talk back. Or so I thought.
“If the discussion is over, may we be excused?” Cam spat. His words were technically respectful but his tone was dripping with contempt.
Bob bristled. “No, I think we need to continue this conversation in private,” he replied. “Craig, Max, please excuse us. Cameron, inside.”
I squeezed Cam’s hand. I could feel his body tense. He immediately regretted his moment of insolence.
As they silently made their way inside, Craig scooted next to me.
“Well, it’s lucky he’s more of a top and you’re more of a bottom, because I doubt his butt is in any condition now,” Craig joked.
I stared, mesmerized by the gall of his comment. I couldn’t help but laugh. Craig always knows just what I need.
“There you go,” he encouraged. “How are you feeling about what Bob shared?”
I shrugged my shoulders. “It’s a lot to process. It sounds like he’s an asshole who deserves whatever comes his way.”
“And about my decision?”
I didn’t respond right away.
“I’m not sure. I trust your judgment, and I don’t know if I ever want to see that mother fucker again, but maybe Cam is right.”
“Cam’s heart is in the right place, but he’s too emotional. He wants retribution, and so do I, but this is a delicate situation and your well-being is paramount,” Craig responded. “I’m sorry if you disagree, but I’m not willing to risk another episode like when you saw him Saturday.”
I leaned into Craig as he put his arm around me. He was probably right. He usually is. Sometimes, it’s kind of annoying, but usually I’m grateful.
A moment later, we heard the door open and footsteps coming toward us. They weren’t gone long.
I expected to see Cam’s face splotched from tears, or his eyes swollen from crying, or even rubbing his backside, but he seemed completely normal.
“Race you to the lake!” Cam exclaimed.
***
With his head start, he was steps ahead of me when we reached the lake. “Beat ya,” he teased as he grabbed my hand and walked me to the end of a short dock.
The water was amazingly still, reflecting the moon and the dim lights of cabins across the way. We sat on the weathered wood. “That wasn’t so bad,” I commented.
“What?” he asked.
“Your father? Craig was sure you were getting spanked. I kind of thought so, too. He looked pissed.”
“Nah,” he answered, pulling me against him. “It wasn't like that. We just talked.”
“And?”
“Well, he wasn’t happy with my tone, but I immediately apologized so it was mostly about you,” Cam explained as he caressed my back. “He reminded me how upset you were at Pizza Pit. And reiterated your well-being is the top priority, so it might not be safe for you to confront Chad.”
It’s unnerving, knowing you're a topic of conversation and source of pity. “That’s probably all true. I DID freak the fuck out at the pizza place.”
“True, but you also didn't expect it. And him showing up with Ashley was a double mindfuck.”
“I guess,” I muttered. I wasn’t thrilled with fixating on this topic, again.
“You wouldn't freak if you knew what to expect. Plus, I think it would be therapeutic to see him get kicked in the balls. I know it would make me feel pretty fucking good.”
I wasn’t sure if he was just venting or trying to convince me to try to change their minds, but I wanted to talk about something else. Anything else.
“Maybe, but there’s no sense dwelling on it. Our dads have decided and I’m not arguing with them.” I still wasn't sure I agreed with Cam on this. In fact, I was relieved Bob and Craig were adamant and not leaving it up to me. This way, I didn't need to worry about deciding or seem afraid. “Can we please change the topic?” I suggested.
“Okay,” he replied, burying his face into the side of my neck and kissing up and down as he let out guttural moans.
“I like that,” I whispered, pulling him to the front of me so we had a better angle to make out.
Finally, he pulled free. He gripped my semi through my shorts. “This is awesome. I bet I could blow you right here, right now, and nobody would ever know.”
“And get busted by Craig again? He was already pissed about the car. I want to suck and fuck all weekend, but we gotta pick the right times.”
He sighed, defeated. “Fine. Sorry. But I wanna hump like bunnies.”
“Don't be sorry, I love when you're horny.”
“I meant more about earlier, in the car. That was really stupid.”
“It’s fine,” I answered.
Cam pulled away slightly and was quiet. I wasn’t sure if he was dejected or thinking.
Turns out it was a little of both. “When Craig talked to me at the gas station, he explained something.”
“What?”
“Basically, there's a fine line between being dominant and exercising good judgment, and I need to be careful,” Cam shared. His voice was almost trembling all of a sudden. Did Craig come down on him harder than I realized?
“Even with Liam, my initial thought was he’d have a nice ass to fuck and how easy it would be to talk him into it. I don’t want to trick or scheme anyone.”
“You never have. Chill.”
“But even when we started stuff,” Cam continued, “I pressured you into sucking when you were scared, and butt stuff when you thought it was gross. And I got you in trouble at the dance.” He clearly had been doing a lot of introspection since we left the gas station.
I shook my head. “I was being dumb. I enjoy all of it, especially with you. I’m glad you knew more than me,” I responded, trying to reassure him. And it was true. Sex is fun, but sex with Cam is something else entirely. “You know what I’ll like before I do.”
Cam sniffled. “Even when I’m pretending I’m a man, you can always say no for real and I’ll stop. Promise.”
“I know, which is why I’m always willing.” This seemed out of left field.
Cam squeezed me harder. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
I wasn’t sure whether I should be pissed at myself or Craig, but whatever was said, it rattled Cam’s cage.
“You haven’t. I know I’m more submissive and I like that you're more dominant,” I stipulated. “Craig is right about cooling things when others are around, though.”
“Yeah.”
We held each other, silently embraced. Cam was suddenly so upset and angry with himself. I admit, it made me feel good to comfort him for a change.
We stayed quiet, entwined as the moon slowly rose higher above the lake. Neither of us spoke, but we didn't need to. It was serene and beautiful and we just took it all in.
***
I’m not sure how long we stayed like that, but it was until Bob called us to come inside. We immediately stripped down to our undies when we passed the threshold. I know Craig and Bob wouldn’t care if we were naked, but I was still horny and didn’t want to get hard.
The bed was already pulled out and made. Besides it not squeaking and being more comfortable, it was also further away from the bedroom wall than the couch. I saw this as a benefit, of course. Even with our concerns about Craig catching us, nothing was going to stop us from doing something tonight. He knew that, right? We just need to be quiet.
We all played a couple of hands of Uno before Bob told us it was time to brush our teeth and shower.
“Between the sweat, bugs, and smoke from the fire, we all need to shower before bed,” Bob directed.
Cam and I might have played a little grab ass in the bathroom, but thankfully our semis deflated quickly, and we didn’t want to take too long or make it obvious what was on our minds. Of course, they know what’s always on our minds and didn’t object when we went to the bathroom together.
“Crap, I forgot to grab clean underwear to wear to bed,” I said.
Cam gave me a look. “Daddy and Craig aren’t naive, they don’t care about nudity, and they know we both prefer to sleep naked,” he lectured. “They aren’t going to say anything.”
He was right, they didn’t flinch. As we crawled into bed, Bob and Craig came over to tuck us in and give a good night hug.
“Don’t make too much noise,” Craig whispered, grinning before he kissed my forehead.
Surprisingly, Bob and Craig switched sides to repeat the process. Bob ruffled my hair, gave me a big squeeze, and reiterated how happy he was that I could come. I saw Craig kiss the top of Cam’s head. God, it’s nice to feel loved by a dad. Mom is great, but it just isn’t quite the same, you know?
Even with the lamps turned off, the half-moon and starry sky provided enough ambient light through the window that it wasn't totally dark. Cam grabbed my hand under the sheet and smiled. I think he was waiting for me to make the first move.
I wasn’t going to keep him waiting, so I rolled on top of him, which elicited a giggle.
“Shh, Craig told me to keep it down,” I whispered.
“Yeah? He told me to not let you moan loudly. I told him I couldn’t make any guarantees.”
Now it was me who laughed. I guess Craig would know, um, how vocal I can be.
***
“Tell me what to do,” I practically begged, in a whisper of course, after we kissed for a while.
Cam seemed apprehensive. “Um… are you sure you want it to be like that tonight?”
He didn’t understand. I love him bossing me around in bed, and after what he started in the car, it’s what I desperately wanted. I had an idea. “What if you pretend I’m Liam and you're showing him the ropes. What would you do if he said he’d take your lead and do whatever?”
Cam sat up. I could tell the idea intrigued him. “Hmm. Um, well…”
“Cam, please teach me. I’ve been dreaming about this for sooooo long,” I teased in an overly dramatic voice.
“Um, okay. First, I need to do an inspection. Let me check you out - ALL OVER. Get up on your knees - hands behind your head.”
I moved away from Cam and knelt before him. My hard cock swayed in the moonlight.
He swatted it with his fingers. That stung. “Well, I see you can get hard. Let’s hope I deem you worthy enough to use that.” He inched closer. His hands ran across my chest, stopping to feel my various muscles. “Nice. You work out… Liam.”
“Yes sir,” I answered. “For football.”
He reached around and massaged my ass cheeks. “Hmm yes… I think these cheeks were just made to be stuffed. Would you like that?”
“I… think so,” I stammered, trying to think of how a virgin like Liam might actually react. Considering I was one a few months ago, it shouldn't have been difficult, but that seems like a lifetime ago.
His attention returned to my front. He caressed my balls, gently squeezing each. “These making cum yet?”
“Yes sir,” I replied. “For almost a year now.” I remember the first time clearly because it surprised the hell out of me. It was between Halloween and Thanksgiving last year, so more like nine or ten months, but I rounded up.
“Hmmph,” he groaned as he rubbed his hands across my very short pubes. “These need to go, young man. Smooth is in.”
“Whatever you say,” I responded. “I was so proud when they came in.” I had to stifle a giggle. Role playing like this was more fun than I imagined. It wasn’t a lie, though. I was stoked when they started coming in, last summer, before my birthday. Funny how I started shaving them a few months later. Now that I think about it, that was Cam’s idea too, but I like it!
Then he spread my cheeks, gently rubbing. “At least that’s smooth. And pink. Let’s see if it passes the taste test.”
Before I knew it, he began lapping. I definitely let out a moan. And just as suddenly as he began, he withdrew his tongue and slipped in a finger.
“This might hurt a little at first, but then it’ll feel good. Do you want me to make you feel good?”
“Yes please.”
At this point, he pushed it all at once and was already knuckle deep. I grunted and winced. Then he rubbed my special spot and I immediately started leaking precum. Cam reached around to rub my ooze.
“Well, I have good news. You passed,” Cam announced. “Now you’ll pleasure me. Suck my dick.”
He pulled open the sheet. “Crawl under and blow me until I cum. And make sure to swallow… ALL of it! It’s a gift and shouldn’t be wasted,” he stated. “If you do well, maybe I’ll return the favor.”
***
Once I found my way to Cam’s cock, I couldn’t pretend to be a newb any longer. I was wound up and anxious to get Cam off… and taste my salty reward. I could hear Cam softly moaning as I swallowed and worked his cock. I suspect he was pretty fucking aroused too, because he blew much quicker than usual. I slowly nursed every last drop of his cum from his deflating cock before crawling out from under the sheet.
“So, how was it,” I asked, “for my first time?”
We both laughed. “‘First time’? If I didn’t know better, I’d think you had been blowing the entire offensive line all season.”
We kissed. Cam’s tongue explored my mouth, seemingly seeking to taste some of his own jizz.
“Are you ready for your reward now? Or should we wait ‘til morning?”
There was no fucking way I was going to be able to sleep without getting off. And I can’t imagine us getting up before the adults. Cam wouldn't be able to blow me with his father at the table sipping coffee. “Now please!”
“Sure. Just keep quiet like I did. It’s not easy!” He advised before ducking under the covers.
***
Cam’s tongue was almost magical. I blasted in his mouth in record time - well at least for recent history. I had to bury my face in a pillow to keep from screaming out. It probably helped that he fingered me while sucking.
We hugged for a minute when we heard the toilet flush. “We should piss ourselves,” he suggested. “We don’t want to ooze all over his boss’s sheets.”
***
We both checked our phones when we plopped back on the bed. We had a message from Liam.
Liam: just thought I’d say good night and thanks for being cool. I’m glad someone knows I like guys and doesn’t hate me lol
Me: I don’t think anyone could hate you but I know how nerve wracking it is to come out
Cam: yeah man, and my mom is crazy religious so I can relate to a homophobic parent
Liam: hmm… we’ll have to compare notes sometime
Liam: Brady definitely hates you btw. He gave me more trouble at practice. Said if I was going to be a fag lover, I should join another team.
“What a piece of shit,” Cam said while shaking his head. “I wonder if I can make him laugh.” Oh shit.
Cam: I bet a good ass fucking would chill out Brady. It sure makes Max happy!
Jesus. I immediately elbowed Cam.
“What?” Cam protested. “It’s not a bad thing. Did I lie?”
He did not.
Liam: lmao
Me: sorry, Cam is kind of a perv.
I wasn’t sure what possessed me to say it, but I was curious so I played along.
Me: but he’s not wrong tho
“I wonder how he’ll react,” Cam wondered. We didn’t have to wait long.
Liam: so is that how you guys spent your Friday night?
“He’s definitely curious,” I noted. His response was subtle but definitely curious. He certainly didn’t bristle at the idea.
Cam: nah, we didn’t fuck. Tomorrow we will for sure but we did blow each other tonight
Liam: for real?
Me: Honest!
Me: oral is super fun - both ways. Both topping and bottoming is awesome too
Cam: gay sex IS pretty great all around. I haven’t found anything I didn’t love
Liam: I’ll have to take your word for it. I haven’t done anything but I think about it all the time.
He added a frowning emoji. Yep, definitely interested.
“This could get interesting,” Cam stated. “Let’s see what he’s been fantasizing about.”
Cam: so what are you curious about? Anything specific you want to try?
Liam: anything? More like everything! Everything I imagine gets me hard
Liam: But I really don’t know that much. My rents have strict porn controls so I haven’t ever seen any but I have been able to find some stories and those are hot
“He might be the only guy in our grade who hasn’t seen porn,” I said incredulously. I wasn’t a huge fan, but it seems like everyone looks sometimes.
Cam: funny how you can still know for sure, huh?
Liam: yeah! Like if I see a guy bend over in the locker room - something inside of me instinctively wants to play with his butt. And bulge. I just can’t help it. That happened even before I found the stories and even knew guys could have sex.
Cam nodded. Liam’s comment seemed to resonate with him.
Cam: I get it man. Can’t help it. I was the same way. It’s like suddenly a switch gets flipped and you can never turn it off
Me: yeah me too. You don’t choose what or who you like, it just finds you even if you don’t like it or understand why
Liam: It’s nice someone understands. Felt like I was the only one for a long time
This was, I think, what Mr. Tim was talking about it. You feel so alone and confused when you’re first coming to grips that you’re gay. It wasn’t that long ago, but it’s like I forgot how lonely and alienating it was at first, when you’re sure something is wrong with you because all of your friends are girl crazy and you’re more interested in them. It’s kind of cool to be the reason someone starts to not feel that way for the first time.
While I was having a moment of emotional revelation, Cam must still be horny.
Cam: so you’ve never seen another guy naked?
Liam: not really. My little bros occasionally if they’re coming out of the bathroom or something, but they don't count. Not like anyone showers in the locker room at school or after practice
Cam: my house has a big walk-in shower we use before going in the hot tub. You’ll have to come over sometime and try it out.
He added a winking emoji for good measure.
Me: being naked around other guys is no big deal even if you aren’t doing anything sexual
“Time to up the stakes and see how curious he really is,” Cam said. Normally I’d be worried he was pushing too far, but we were both rock hard again and frankly, I bet Liam was, too.
Cam: I feel bad you’ve never seen another guy before. Do you want to? We could swap a couple of pics, no faces of course
Liam’s typing indicator kept activating and stopping. He seemed conflicted. “Maybe that freaked him out,” I worried.
I quickly sent a message to smooth things over, just in case he was freaking.
Me: you don’t have to. Sorry if Cam made you uncomfortable.
Liam: isn’t it inappropriate? And illegal? They always warn us about sexting
Cam: yeah dude I’m not trying to pressure you. it’s totally fine if you don’t want to, but you can’t have sex if you don’t pull down your pants and your parents would think that’s way worse than a disappearing pic they’ll never know about
Liam: I want to but I’m not sure I’m ready to send anything
Me: that’s cool. We can still send you some if you want. You don’t have to send any back
Liam: are you sure? I don’t want you to think I’m lame if I wimp out
Cam: of course not. That’s not how we roll
Me: it’s your call - but cam’s right. You won’t owe us anything… we just thought you might be curious
Liam: okay, if you want to share… I wouldn’t mind seeing
He ‘wouldn’t mind’! Funny how coy he’s trying to be. Cam grinned and threw the sheet off of us. I turned on the lamp. He took a picture of both of our boners as we laid next to each other, and then another as we grasped one another, before sending them.
Liam: wow that’s awesome. Thanks
Cam: do you want to see our butts too?
Liam: if you want sure
“Flip on your stomach,” Cam instructed. I did so and heard him snap a picture. He told me to kneel and spread my cheeks, and when I did, he took another.
Cam: this is max. And it tastes and feels as good as it looks. You gotta try it sometime!
Liam responded with drooling and eggplant emojis
Liam: It’s so pink! I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard before lol
I took similar pictures of Cam and sent them as well.
Liam: amazing
Cam: so who do you like better?
I rolled my eyes. Cam makes everything a competition.
Liam: Idk ur both so hot. Maybe I need to judge in person!
Me: we definitely need to have a sleepover soon
Liam: are you serious? Omg that would be lit
Cam: sure
Liam: so … question… is every butthole so pink and smooth? I guess I haven’t looked at mine before to check
Cam: you’ve never played with your butt? You’re missing out. It makes jerking feel even better
Liam: I’ve rubbed it like in the shower some and that felt nice but no, not really
Me: it isn’t always pink but I think that’s pretty common for white guys. All but one I’ve seen was pink. And as you get older hair usually grows, but everyone is different
Liam: how many have you seen?
Well shit, I wasn’t sure I was quite ready for that question, but decided to be honest.
Me: including my own, maybe six or seven?
That seemed accurate. Me, Cam, Spencer, Noah, Joshua, and Eduardo. Craig technically, too but I wasn’t going to get into that. I don’t think I looked with Chad or Ian, and haven’t gotten there with Jamie or Seb. I felt a little slutty thinking about how many guys I’ve done stuff with since I started in the spring.
Liam: wow! I didn’t realize you had sex with so many people. Lucky
Cam: fwiw he’s totally blushing right now
I took the opportunity to smack Cam with a pillow.
Me: I haven’t had sex with everyone. Like I said, being naked around other dudes is no biggie. Nobody cares after you get over the initial shyness
Liam: I guess when you’re as hot as max it comes easy
Cam: He is hot, isn’t he?
Liam: yep you too
Cam: you three. I totally chubbed out when you sent the shirtless pic earlier
Me: same. Your nipples looked super suckable in that pic. Are they always so puffy?
I couldn't see him, but if I were guessing, I assume he was blushing now, too.
Liam: yeah usually, at least if they’re soft. I play with them and they get hard when I jerk. I kinda like pinching them so getting them sucked would probably be fun
Cam: definitely an erogenous zone, just like an ass
Liam: I don’t want to stop talking but I really did come on to say good night. My game is early tomorrow so I need to get some sleep. Ttyl
Me: good luck tomorrow
Cam: night bro
Before he disappeared, Liam sent a picture. It was from about an inch above his navel and his underwear. As it was more zoomed in, you could see how smooth his belly was, and how soft it looked with a veneer of baby fat.
He was clearly erect against the cotton of his red boxer briefs. It was impossible to gauge a size, but it definitely wasn’t small, and you could make out the outline of a head. There was a small wet spot from, I assume, leaking precum. It was kind of fun knowing we’d be the source of his orgasm tonight.
He wasn’t the only one who was horny. Cam and I were both raging, again. I didn’t say anything as I got between Cam’s legs, pushed them up, and buried my face in his delectable bottom. Pink hole or not, I could taste him for hours.
“Let’s 69, but rim each other instead of just sucking.”
He didn’t have to tell me twice. I shifted to lay on top of him, sitting in his face. It was kind of an awkward angle, but as flexible as we are, we figured it out. It was nice, rimming and being rimmed, moaning into each other’s holes. The vibrations were interesting. We need to do this more often.
“Finger and suck,” Cam mumbled as he came up for breath. So that’s what we did, slowly fingering one another. His precum was really flowing now. But oral wasn’t going to cut it.
“I wanna fuck,” I whined.
“And I want you to fuck me,” Cam said. That surprised me, since he usually tops and hadn’t yet, but I wasn’t going to decline. It’s been a while since I’ve taken him and I was thinking earlier how nice that would be.
“Sure babe. You can do me tomorrow.”
“Try to stop me,” Cam teased. He paused. “Hey Max?”
“Yeah?”
“Can you do it like I did on Wednesday? Go slow and make it last,” he explained. “You know, make love.”
Hell yes. And since we came not that long ago, hopefully I’ll last and give him a ride he won’t forget.
*** End of Chapter 38 ***
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