Max’s Awakening #39

By new craigpwriter888@tutanota.com and J

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Reminder that my email has changed.  New address above.  The fishing weekend continues... Enjoy.  Thanks again to everyone who reached out recently. We really do like hearing from our readers.

Chapter 39

I’ll spare you the details, but Cam and I both enjoyed the role reversal.  I even managed to last about 15 minutes - or at least, it seemed like it was that long.  It’s hard to keep track of time when you’re balls deep in the boy you love, but it was definitely longer than usual.  He was almost purring by the time I finally came.  It was fucking awesome — or would it be awesome fucking? 

Sorry, that was corny af, wasn’t it?  See what hanging around Craig does?  I’m starting to spew bad dad jokes. 

I hoped to continue our sleepover tradition of waking Cam with a BJ, but the dads were puttering around the kitchen before either of us woke.  It wasn’t even light out, yet.  They told us we would have to get up early, but seriously, what is this bullshit on a Saturday? 

They eventually forced us to get out of bed and we quickly threw on some shorts and a hoodie before scarfing down toast and bacon. 

“You are going to freeze in those shorts,” Bob warned us.

“We’ll be fine,” Cam replied.  “We wear them all winter, remember?”

“Suit yourselves.  Just don’t complain when the wind coming across the lake sends you into shivers, or the mosquitoes enjoy all of that exposed skin.”

***

We should have listened.  It is true that we wear shorts all winter, but we aren’t outside long enough for it to usually matter.  Until the sun got high enough, it was chilly.  Plus, the bugs were annoying, even after spraying.  And nobody told me how dull fishing can be.  Noah goes on and on about it, so I assumed it would be exciting.

The only fishing I’ve done was in a small pond where the bluegill practically jump onto your hook.  We had been throwing lines in the water for 30 minutes before there was so much as a bite.  I didn’t want to complain or be ungrateful, but honestly, it was boring.

Cam seemed a little more into it, but not much.  We eventually found our way to the comfy seats at the front of the boat.  We curled up together, keeping each other warm, and played around on our phones.

Neither of us said much, until we received a Snap from Liam.  He sent us a picture of himself in his football uniform with the message to wish him luck. 

“Damn!  He’s even hotter in the pads and jersey,” Cam commented.  He wasn’t wrong.  Seeing him in all that gear that was erotic.  There’s just something about guys in a uniform that makes my imagination go crazy.  Maybe it’s the bulge from the cup, but I can’t help but imagine what I would find if I peeled away all those layers.

“For sure,” I agreed.  “Maybe I picked the wrong sport.”  Cam elbowed me, in jest.  We both wished him luck.  Cam added a little innuendo, asking about scoring in his end zone.

I was surprised by his response: “So, did you guys have more fun last night?”  It wasn’t his question, it was the emojis he added that surprised me.  I didn’t think the eggplant and that smiling face with the tongue out were in his texting vocabulary.  He was so formal and subdued at first.  I hope Craig’s concerns aren’t justified, that we’re corrupting him or exposing him to things he isn’t ready for.

“Definitely,” Cam replied, adding a couple of appropriate emojis.  “But my dad says it’s not appropriate to kiss and tell.”

“Just kiss, huh?  Uh huh…” he replied.  He added an eye roll emoji this time. 

I really like his playfulness.  Given how proper he was initially, it caught me a little by surprise.  I was trying to think of something witty to say that would make him laugh.  I was mulling over some line about how I would tell him details at lunch, except the cafeteria ladies might overhear and lose their minds.  Unfortunately, he signed off before I could respond.

***

We eventually returned to fishing, and even hauled in a couple muskies, which was fun, for like 10 minutes.  At least it was warmer now that the sun was up over the trees.  It made the slight boredom much more pleasant.

The dads warned us we would be on the lake all day, so when Bob announced just before noon that we were knocking off early, Cam and I were relieved.  We both shot each other excited glances and tried to contain our enthusiasm for returning to solid ground. 

Cam, of course, had to be extra.  “Are you sure?  We don’t have to go back yet if you want to haul in a big one.”

I thought Bob or Craig might roll their eyes.  I know I did, but then, I also knew Cam didn’t want to stay out on the water any more than me.  They just smiled, appreciating his politeness. 

It was Craig who answered.  “Nah, we need to get back.  I forgot to sunscreen my face,” he replied, taking off his hat.  His face was starting to burn.

***

Cam and I snuggled as Bob revved the motor and sped across the lake.  The steady bounce of the boat was making me drowsy.  All I could think about was curling up somewhere warm and closing my eyes.

That’s exactly what we did.  Cam turned on the TV and we climbed into bed, pulling the covers tight.  Craig plopped on the couch, but he must have been exhausted because he was snoring before the intro had finished playing.  With Craig out, Cam and I could have played a little grab-ass, but we were worn out.  A few moments after Craig dozed off, we were out too, Cam’s body perfectly pressed into mine.

***

The nap was amazing and I woke with newfound energy.  Cam was groggy and even seemed a little cranky.  Craig was making lunch.  We offered to help, but he shooed us away.  We went outside and walked around, grabbing sticks to use later as kindling for the fire pit.  We noticed a ranger tower atop the hill behind the cabin. 

“How long do you think it would take us to get there?” Cam asked.

“Dunno.  Maybe 10 minutes.”

“I think eight, tops.  Let’s race after lunch.”

“You’re on.”

***

The sandwiches were tasty, and combined with some fruit, made a decent lunch.  Enough to fuel our competition, anyway.  I fully intend to smoke Cam. 

I couldn’t tell if Bob was subtly making fun of our lack of enthusiasm for fishing or if he was being sincere and oblivious.  He asked whether we wanted to take the boat back out or just fish from the dock.  Cam and I looked at each other, before he offered a third and much better suggestion. 

“Or, you could take the bikes into town for some ice cream for dessert.”

That was more like it.  Still, we had plans.  “No sir,” I answered.  “We thought we’d explore the woods behind the cabin.  Cam wants to race to the top, where the tower is.”

“Suit yourselves,” Bob answered.  “Just be careful and drink plenty of water.”

***

Before leaving the cabin, we grabbed a couple of water bottles, but Cam was irritated.

“Why do grown-ups say obvious shit, like we’re still little kids?  This morning he nitpicked about us wearing shorts, now to drink water.  We’re athletes, and not stupid; we know how to hydrate,” Cam ranted, shaking his head.  “It pisses me off.”

He was definitely overreacting to an innocent comment, but I wasn’t going to argue with him.  I know testosterone surges suck and being told you’re wrong or to calm down just makes you madder.  Effing hormones.

“Yeah, I know it can be annoying.  I think that’s one reason Craig is so easy to get along with, since he doesn’t usually do that,” I responded.  “It must be, like, hard-wired into parents to nag their kids.”

Cam sighed.  “I know he doesn’t mean to be aggravating.  I’m not sure why it bothers me.  I guess it’s like he was channeling mom for a second and treating me like I’m still a baby.”

The last thing I wanted was for Cam to dwell on his mother, and he already seemed a little on edge, so I decided to change the subject.  Maybe a run would help his mood.  We just learned about endorphins from exercise in health.

“Are you ready to be destroyed in our race?”

Cam playfully pushed into me.  “Cockiness isn’t a good look on you, Coleman.”  Jamie and some of the other guys at school refer to me by my last name occasionally, but Cam hasn’t since we still hated each other at the gym.

I decided to tackle him.  We don’t usually engage in a ton of horseplay, but why not?  No one is around to yell at us to stop.  We romped on the ground for a few seconds, laughing, before I managed to pin him.  While we’re pretty evenly matched physically, I have the edge in upper body strength and a slightly longer reach (Cam’s legs are definitely more powerful, though).  Plus, Noah has always been bigger than me, and we’ve wrestled for as long as I can remember.

“So, you wouldn’t mind raising the stakes, then?  We could make a bet,” I suggested, as he squirmed under me.

“Like the loser has to give the winner a blowjob?”

That won’t do.  We’re both already going to do that.  “You’re just trying to get me to lose on purpose since you know you can’t beat me for real.”

Cam grunted and tried, in vain, to escape.  I strengthened my grip.  “How’d that work out for you?”  I teased.

“I’m saving my strength for when I fuck you.  I’m going to pound on your ass so hard,” he growled.

“Promise?”  I asked seductively and rubbed my butt onto his crotch.  He had a semi.

“Yes, you’re getting it rough later,” he laughed.  “Also, when did you get so damn strong?”

“It shouldn’t be a revelation that I’m stronger, faster, better looking…”

He interrupted.  “But Craig likes me better, he told me so this week.”

That was it.  Those are fighting words.  I found Cam’s most ticklish spot and went to town.  He lost it.  We rolled on the ground again until he was now on top of me.  He went in for a kiss.  I’m not sure how long it lasted, but it wasn’t short and I didn’t hate it.  Our stiffies rubbed against each other, through the mesh of our shorts. 

“What are you thinking, babe?”  He asked when we finally came up for air.

I decided to be a smartass.  “That the roast beef tasted better the first time.”

“You kiss me after I’ve rimmed you.  We both know you don’t mind my breath,” he said as he peppered my face with pecks

“True,” I admitted.  “So, what should our bet be, for real?”

He rolled off me and we both stood.

“Hmm.  Loser has to do whatever the winner says until we head home?”  He suggested.

That’s intriguing.  “Like, you’d be my servant?  I could get on board with having a slave for the weekend.”

“Keep dreaming, Max.  You aren’t going to win,” Cam asserted.  “But it doesn’t apply to sex.  You can always say no and I’ll listen.”

Man, Craig did a number on him.  I thought we worked through that yesterday. 

“Yeah, sure, whatever.  But that doesn’t matter, since you’re going to lose,” I joked.

“Enough talk,” Cam said with exasperation, as he rolled his eyes.  “Ready, set…”

“See you at the top!”

***

The hill has a steep incline, and I knew the key was to pace myself.  If I sprint too hard too early, I’ll get out of breath and wear myself out.  Speed is important, and I am faster, but just like a gymnastics routine, finesse also has its place.

The vegetation was dense.  There were loose rocks, tree roots, and bushes all over.  I decided to gauge my surroundings to find the most efficient path.

“Too slow, Max,” Cam playfully mocked as he passed on my right.  He turned around slightly to blow me a kiss.

While Cam took the obvious frontal approach that seemed the most direct, he had to cut through thick brush.  I noticed a narrow, worn-ish path about thirty feet to his left.  It would be a much easier ascent.

I kicked on my afterburners, and heard Cam cursing from afar.  Victory was near.

I arrived first, of course, and decided to have some fun.  I shed my shirt, placed it on the ground for cover and splayed prone, resting my head on my hands.  I was going to bask in my victory.  I flipped on the stopwatch of my clock app and waited patiently for Cam.

When he arrived, his face was red and his shirt had a couple of rips.  His legs looked scratched.  He chugged water. 

“I was wondering when you’d show,” I teased, glancing at my screen.  “Looks like it took you…um,  57 seconds longer.”  It was actually more since it took me a good fifteen or twenty seconds to get settled, but I wasn’t going to be a total dick.

“Yeah, okay, whatever.”  Cam peeled away his shirt and poured some water over his head and torso.  I enjoyed seeing his smooth chest and abs glisten in the afternoon sun.

“Your first task is to come here, catch your breath, and cuddle,” I directed, patting the ground in front of me.  I noticed more clearly the abrasions on his arms and legs.

“Yes sir,” Cam said, his tone a strange mix of sarcasm and eagerness.

“You should get some Neosporin when we get back to the cabin,” I suggested.

“Yeah, some of these fucking hurt.”

“I bet,” I replied.  I glanced around to make sure we were alone.  I pulled down my shorts and underwear.  “Strip.  I want to make sure your most important parts aren't damaged.”

He rolled his eyes but complied.

I carefully inspected his butt and groin.  “Nope, nothing there.  Looks to be in good shape, but let’s sunbathe for a little while.”

We stretched out, curled against each other, bare assed.  We didn’t do anything sexual, but he did put his hand on my butt and rubbed it gently. 

“Am I going to get to play with this later, Master?”  He asked.

“You’d better.  If cum isn’t leaking out of me on the car ride home, I’ll be disappointed,” I quipped.  Damn, I don’t know what got into me.  That sounded way raunchier than I meant it to, but still.  It isn’t often we have an opportunity for so much sex and I didn’t want to squander it.

As idyllic as this was, the sun was getting hot so we decided to get up.  We kept our shirts off but pulled on our undies and shorts.

“Looks like there’s a ladder into the tower,” Cam pointed out.  It appeared to be 25 or 30 feet.  “I wonder if that hatch is unlocked.”

“Only one way to find out!  Up you go,” I directed. 

It only took Cam a minute to climb, and to our surprise, the door popped open.

“Come on up!”  He yelled.

A few moments later, I joined him.  The views were amazing.  You could see miles in every direction.

Cam grabbed my hand and we stood in silence, taking in the scenery.  I leaned my head against his bare shoulder.

“It really is pretty here.”

“Yeah, but it’s better since we’re together,” Cam said, before covering his mouth.  “Too cringey?”

“Kinda, but I like cringey.”  I leaned in for a kiss.  “Is that havarti I taste?”

Cam laughed.  “Fuck off Max.  You kiss me after my tongue has literally been inside your asshole.”

“Hey, don’t be rude or I’ll have to discipline you.”  I gave him one swat.  He just looked at me with a sly smile.  I was kind of enjoying switching things up.

We didn’t say anything for a couple of minutes.

“Am I a bad person for being kind of glad Noah was grounded?”  Cam asked, before clarifying.  “I don’t mean it like that, just, we’d have fun with him, but it’s more… special with just us.”

I nodded.  “No, I get it.  I thought the same thing earlier.  It’s sort of like we’re away on a romantic weekend, and that would be tough with a friend around,” I explained.  “Plus, hopefully he gets time with Ashley and it works out for everyone.”

I took a picture of the vistas and a selfie with Cam, including one with him kissing my cheek, and… you know what?  Fuck it, I tagged Cam and posted them to my Snapchat and Instagram.  I mean, I’m out now, so why the hell not?  Up until now, I’ve refrained from posting anything that made it obvious I’m gay.  But you know what?  I’m done hiding.  I didn’t expect it, but something about putting it on social media filled me with pride and an almost unbelievable sense of freedom.

I glanced at my notifications and noticed Liam sent a picture of a scoreboard. 

Liam: We won, 31-7!  And yes Cam, I scored.  6 catches, 73 yards, and a touchdown.  Plus, a couple of vicious blocks.

Football isn’t really my thing, but Cam was impressed.  I sent my congratulations and our pics directly.

Cam jumped on and sent several fire emojis with “#LilGronk,” which he had to explain. 

Liam: Lol.  I’m more of a Kelce fan, but thanks.

They went back and forth about “YAC” and “routes.”  I sent a meme expressing my confusion and boredom.

***

Eventually, we decided to head back to the cabin to cool off.  Craig and Bob were still nursing their beers on the porch.

“So, how was it?”  Craig asked.

“Awesome!”  I answered.  “These woods are way better to play in than the parks back home.”

For some reason, Craig grinned and patted my shoulder.

“Who won?”  Bob asked.

I decided to be funny and put my hands on my hips, angled my body, and beamed like Superman. 

“Was there ever any doubt?”  I asked.  “Now Cam has to be my slave the rest of the weekend!”

“Whatever,” Cam grumbled before changing the subject.  “It’s really pretty.  You can see everything from up there, but it’s getting hot.”  

“Yeah, we need more water,” I stipulated.  “And then we thought we’d get ice cream if that’s still okay.  Do you want to go, too?”

“Of course it is, but we’ll hang back.  Ice cream and beer don’t really go together,” Bob responded, holding up his bottle.  “Besides, it will be more of an adventure if you two make your way on bikes, don’t you think?”

He had a good point.  When else would we have the opportunity to ride in the sticks to a bait shop that doubles as the local ice cream parlor?

“Take your time.  Explore a little,” Bob suggested.

“Just be back in time for dinner,” Craig added.  “Do you need money?”

I love that Craig is always willing to pay for things, but Mom had me covered.

“No thanks.  Mom gave me a fifty, just in case,” I responded.  “She said if I didn’t need to use it over the weekend, to buy lunch for everyone on the way back.  I just need to grab my wallet before we go.”

The cabin was stuffy.  After a half hour or so, we decided to head out.  The sun was only intensifying.  Cam noted the bikes probably hadn’t been ridden recently, and suggested we check the gears and stuff before leaving.

After putting on helmets and waving goodbye, we were on our way.  We bantered about when Noah would ask for another fuck, and whether Ashley would eventually put out.  Our consensus was she wasn’t likely to do anything more than make out anytime soon, and he’d be desperate in another week or two.

“It’s my turn next time,” I declared.  “Noah was my first fantasy when I learned how to jack.”

“I didn’t know that,” Cam responded with surprise.  “So, you had a crush on him?”

“Nah, not really.  I mean he’s my best friend and like a brother, so I think it was just, he was always around and I knew what he looked like naked.  When you’re 12, I guess that’s enough.”

***

It must have rained just before we arrived, because there were still pools of water in ruts along the road.  We took turns hitting them, trying to spray each other.  I had just gotten Cam good when he stepped on it, pulling ahead of me.  “You’re going to get soaked.”

A huge puddle was just ahead and he was racing for it.  I could have stopped and denied him the opportunity, but what’s the fun in that?  I stayed just to his right, in the perfect position to get drenched.  As hot as it was, it might actually feel good, even if it was dirty.  We definitely need to shower when we get back, or just strip down and jump in the lake.

As soon as he hit the water, Cam’s front tire immediately dipped and lurched to a sudden halt.  His bike contorted, the back wheel coming several feet in the air before crashing down.  Somehow, Cam managed to stay on until it landed and fell over. 

“Shit!”  I yelled.  “Are you okay?” 

“Yeah,” he answered, brushing himself off.  “But I think the wheel is fucked.  I didn’t think it would be that effing deep.”

Well, damn.

“Do you think we can ride together on mine?”  I asked.

Cam shook his head.  “That would be fine if we were just going down the block, but it’s way too far to ride on your handlebars comfortably, especially as rough as this road is,” Cam declared.  “We’ll have to head back.  Maybe Daddy and I can find a way to fix it.”

***

Despite having to walk the damaged bike, we made good time back to the cabin.  Unfortunately, Cam’s optimism was unrealistic.  It was clearly bent beyond repair.  Thankfully, it was still turnable, though the wheel was rubbing against the brake pad with every revolution.

“Do you think your dad’s boss will be angry?”  I asked.

“I hope not.  It was an accident, and we’ll offer to pay,” Cam stated.  “We should probably leave out the part about aiming for the puddles on purpose, though.  I guess that wasn’t very smart.”

“Yeah,” I agreed.  “But the first 10 puddles were nothing.  We’ll just say it was a deep rut and you lost control, which is technically true.  I’m just glad you didn’t break your head open.  Seriously, you could have been thrown over and really gotten hurt.”

“Good thinking.  And tell me about it.  I could totally see trying to break the fall and messing up my hand or wrist.  We need to play that up, so they’re more relieved by us not being injured than the bike being damaged.”

“Hey, I do have some good ideas, every now and then,” I replied coyly.  I reached over and squeezed his ass.  “Just wait until you see what I have in mind… slave.”

“Hey, it’s my turn to top!”  He whined.  “If that’s allowed, I mean.”

“Yes, but that doesn’t mean I can’t play with this,” I said, giving him another swat.  I didn’t hate how that felt, my hand ricocheting off of his firm but soft bottom.  There’s something about holding a boy’s small butt in your hands that just feels right, you know?  Straight guys don’t know what they’re missing.

“What, are you going to use me as a sex toy, or something?”

“You’d be so lucky,” I quipped.  “Hey, why don’t you text your dad and tell him we’re coming back and mention the bent wheel?  It will give him time to chill in case he’s mad or something.”

***

Cam checked his phone when we saw the cabin through the trees.  “He still hasn’t answered.”

“They’re probably too busy fishing and connecting with nature to bother checking their phones,” I said, sarcastically, adding air quotes.  Nature is great and all, but if fishing taught me anything, it’s that I’m definitely a suburban kid at heart. 

“Or they had one beer too many and passed out.”

We parked the bikes next to the Armada.  Cam was heading towards the lake, when he suddenly froze by the steps to the porch.  I was a couple of paces behind him and almost tripped.  I was confused, until I saw why he stopped.

Craig and Bob had never left the porch. 

They weren’t fishing. 

They weren’t connecting with nature.

They were FUCKING!  Like, full on hairy man-on-man anal sex kind of fucking.  Right there, in the open!  

Craig was bent over the back of the couch and Bob was pounding him like there was no tomorrow.  His massive cock jammed in and out as Craig swayed and moaned.  I couldn’t believe what I was watching.

“DAD!”  Cam yelled.  “What the fuck are you doing?!”

Craig and Bob turned toward us; their faces immediately drained of all color.

“Son,” Bob said, almost in a whisper. 

I’ll never forget the scene.  Bob’s expression was of total shock, his underwear wrapped around one ankle, while his erect cock glistened with ass juices.  Craig turned away, unable to face us.

I had no words and wanted to get the hell out of there - it was just too awkward.  Somehow, Cam still had his wits about him and managed to lash out.

“Shit, Craig!  Do you have to fuck EVERYONE I care about?”  I shook my head.  I understood his anger, but that seemed uncalled for, considering all we’ve been through together.

Cam didn’t wait for an answer.  He bolted.

“Cam!”  I yelled and chased after him.

***

Cam sprinted across the yard, towards the dock.  I had to jog in order to make up any ground.  “Cam, wait up,” I pleaded.

“Leave me alone!”  He yelled, waving an arm back at me.  I only ever saw that side of him when he threw me out of his house after I told him about Craig and I in Mexico, and at Noah’s misguided sleepover attempt.  I had to avoid escalation. 

He stormed onto the deck, its wooden planks clunking under his stomp — and kept going.  For a moment, I worried he would jump in and swim off.  I could tell he was about to blow.  I half wondered if steam would come out of his ears.

Instead, he reached the end, sat, and just stared into the water.

I approached slowly.  I know he told me to leave him alone, but I wasn’t sure if he meant it.  Besides, this sure seemed like a time he would need me.  I got within a few feet of him and kneeled.  I didn’t want to come on too strong.  I just wanted to be there, close by.  Maybe my presence would be soothing?  Something just told me I needed to be there for him. 

Neither of us spoke.  It was awkward, but he needed a moment to himself. 

It seemed like an eternity we stayed like that, in silence.  At least 20 minutes passed.  I kept looking over my shoulder, expecting Craig or Bob to come down and try to smooth things over.  They must be frantically trying to decide how to explain themselves.

Finally, I decided to break the ice.  “I’m sorry,” I said softly.

He didn’t answer immediately. 

“For what?”  He eventually shot back, angrily tossing a leaf into the water.  “You weren’t having sex with my father.”  He wiped his eyes.  I don’t think he was crying, but was clearly emotional.

“I know.  It’s still, like, a lot.  I don’t really know what else to say.”

Apparently, it was enough to get him talking.  Once he started, he didn’t take a breath.

“I just don’t fucking get it.  How can Dad not tell me he likes guys?  I mean, I’ve bared my soul to him the past few months, told him practically everything about my attractions, and I thought we really connected and became closer.  And he keeps his desires a secret.  Doesn’t mention them at all?  What bullshit.” 

“Maybe he didn’t know,” I replied.  “Like what if that was his first time or something?”  I don’t think I believed that myself, but anything was possible.  I was searching for anything to make him feel better.

“No!  Not even.  You saw the same thing I did.  Did that look like someone who had never butt fucked another guy before?”

“Well… no, I guess not.”  He had a point.  I’ve seen gay porn that didn’t look that skilled.

“It all makes sense now,” he clamored on.  “He and Mom never seemed that into each other.  Now I know why.  He would rather be with a dude.  Hell, I probably got the gay gene from him or something!”

“Hey!  If that’s true, I should probably thank him,” I attempted a joke.  I wasn’t sure how it would land.  “But I don’t think it works that way.”

“I know,” he muttered.  He looked over at me for the first time and nodded.  I scooted up and put my arm around him.  He leaned into me.

“I know it’s not my fault, but I’m still sorry we saw that.  Dumb road,” I lamented.  “If I hadn’t started the puddle shit, we’d be eating ice cream right now, completely oblivious.”

“You didn’t have anything to do with it.  Hell, maybe it’s meant to be — like I was supposed to find out,” Cam rambled.  “Just like how we talked that maybe Noah wasn’t supposed to be here for a reason.”  Damn, he had a point.  If Noah had seen Bob and Craig, this would be a much bigger mess.  Cam continued.  “I guess we kind of knew Craig was bi, at least towards younger guys.  He even admitted that to me this week when we had our bedtime talks.”

“I knew he did stuff with men too,” I admitted.

“You never told me that!”

“Yeah, honestly — I forgot.  Just didn’t seem important and kind of implied, that it wasn’t just, you know, boys,” I explained.  I didn’t think Cam would care that I forgot to mention it, but he was upset and I didn’t want him to misinterpret anything.  “He told me when all the shit was hitting the fan that he met up with guys every once in a while, to ‘scratch an itch’.  I just never pictured him with…”

“Daddy?”

“Right.  Your dad seems so, like, totally macho.  I just never pictured him… like that.  Craig isn’t queeny at all, but he isn’t like Bob.”

“Me either.  I still can’t see him bottoming, but I don’t think I want to ask.  God, why am I even thinking about it?”  He grimaced. 

I nodded.  “It is kind of funny.”

“What?”

“That you and your dad seem to, apparently, enjoy topping and being dominant.  It’s kind of an interesting thing to share, you know?  Maybe they were ‘communing with nature’ after all,” I joked.

Cam groaned.  “And you and Craig prefer to be fucked?  Probably just a coincidence.  I love bottoming too, you know.”

“True, but if you had to choose, you’d mount me in a second,” I laughed.  “I’m glad, but I know I’m not that good a top.”

He didn’t respond.  We just sat quietly, arms around each other.

“You know what else pisses me the fuck off?”  Cam eventually asked, with total contempt in his voice.

I was afraid to ask.  “Uh, no.  What?”

Cam lowered his voice.  “‘Don’t be careless and risk getting caught by Kim’.  ‘Don’t mess around in the car where your dad might see’.  ‘Don’t make out in public, boys.’  Or, ‘don’t walk in front of your mother naked, son, it makes her uncomfortable’.  Even the shit about being true to yourself.  No wonder he so readily accepted when I came out.  Remember how shocked I was when he explained he knew about us and was okay with it?  I never expected that in a million years.”  I’d completely forgotten how mortified Cam was of his dad finding out.  He was certain he’d totally lose it.  “I guess I know why now,” he added.  “He was probably jealous and wished he were me or something!”  

His mock was brutal.  He shook his head in disgust.  “What fucking hypocrites,” he continued.  “They don’t even have the sense to go inside, or at least keep an eye out.”

Cam continued to fume.  I understood being shocked and weirded out, but his reaction was so aggressive.

“I mean seriously, what the actual fuck?  It’s almost like they —” Cam trailed off.  “Like they fucking wanted us to get ice cream so they could do that!  My own father, scheming me to get laid.  This has been their plot since last night, maybe even last weekend.  God, I bet they did it then too!” 

I was… compelled.  It might sound paranoid, but his logic was sound.  He was probably right.  Does that feel icky? 

Still, was it really so bad?  Cam understands the appeal of fucking an ass, and I can totally understand how someone would want to give themselves to Craig.  This weekend has been liberating for us, and probably them, too.  I guess I can’t really find fault, even if they did fuck it all up.

I decided to test the water.  “If I know Craig, he probably feels really stupid right now.  He’ll apologize.”

Cam was unfazed, fixated on the audacity of it all.  “And they tell us we’re too young to play a role in revenge with Chad?  Uh huh.  Not now.  We’re going to watch that fucker burn.”

Oh shit.  Forcing an issue they were both adamant about is a gigantic ‘fuck you’.  Cam may be angry, but he isn’t scorched earth.  Besides, they’re right.  I want nothing to do with Chad; it just isn’t a good idea.

I need to squash that idea before he fixates on it.  It’s a risk, but whatever.

“No, Cam.  They definitely made mistakes about how they handled whatever… that was,” I threw my hands up in confusion.  “But they aren’t wrong about Chad.  I don’t want to see him ever again.  Please, drop it?”

Cam glared at me, red faced and wide eyed, but his expression softened. 

“Okay,” was all he said, as he leaned his head against mine.

***

We sat quietly watching birds swoop and dive over the lake.  Off in the distance you could hear faint laughter, but there was no one in sight.  The cabin was at the end of a long, secluded cove.  They say sound travels over water but it still amazed me how close the voices seemed.

I heard the creak of a plank behind me.  Cam and I both turned.  It was Craig.  He was standing at the beginning of the dock, paused, looking unsure.  “Boys,” he said softly, adjusting his cap.  “Is it okay if I try to explain?  I totally understand if it’s too soon.”

I glanced at Cam and gave him an unsure expression.  He closed his eyes, deeply inhaled, and nodded.

“I guess.  You ARE the wise, responsible adult after all,” Cam answered, his voice dripping with sarcasm.  Normally he’s so deferential and respectful to adults, but obviously wanted to transmit to Craig that he’s pissed. 

Craig sighed and slowly advanced on our position, stopping about five feet away.

“Guys, I’m not sure what to say.  I’m so sorry.  I feel like a complete dick and total hypocrite.  After all the lectures I’ve given to you about being careful and discreet, and then… we do that,” Craig trailed off momentarily and shook his head, like he couldn’t quite believe it himself.  “It’s completely inexcusable.  It was stupid and irresponsible, and we should have known better.”

“So, was that the first time you and Daddy…” Cam’s question was demanding, but couldn’t quite bring himself to describe what he saw.

“No, it wasn’t.  There have been a handful of times, but I’ll let your father fill in those details, when you’re ready,” Craig offered.  “That is, if you even want to know.  I know the last thing most kids want to do is imagine their parents having sex, of any kind, let alone…  well, you know.”

“Is that all?”  Cam snipped.


“Yes.  I’m sorry.  I just needed to say it.  We’ll start dinner in a while.  You can eat with us, or I can bring it to you.  No pressure.”

Cam scoffed, but I appreciated Craig trying to be considerate.  “I can always come grab our plates, too,” I interjected.  Craig gave me a weak smile.

“Also, Cam, you know how your father is.  He thinks the two of you should immediately hash this out.  I told him you need time, and he’s been receptive so far, but I’m not sure how long I can hold him off.”

“Well, you fucking got that right,” Cam said sternly.  “I have no interest in talking to him.” I subtly elbowed him.  Craig was trying.  Cam didn’t need to be a total dick and even I could tell he was having a very middle school reaction.  Cam has been on edge and hormonal all day, so walking in on geriatric paternal sodomy was especially terrible timing.

“I totally understand that’s how you feel right now, and I want to respect your boundaries,” Craig replied meekly.  “We’re going to run into town for a few things.  In case you want to come back to the cabin, it will be all yours.”

“Thanks,” I answered, hoping to end his overture on a positive note.  Craig turned and retreated towards the cabin.

“I could use a shower,” I commented, rubbing at the dried dirt on my legs. 

“I have a better idea,” Cam answered, peeling off his shirt.  He started to untie his shoes.  “We can just jump in the lake.”  

“I can get our suits,” I offered.

“Fuck that,” he answered, pushing at his shorts.  “There’s nobody near.  Let’s skinny dip.  C’mon.”

***

Being naked improved Cam’s mood immensely.  Or, maybe it was being nude with me.  After shucking our clothes, we jumped off the dock and swam around, taking time to clean the mud off each other. 

Cam started jumping around, trying to dunk me.  I decided to let him.  Something had to cheer him up.  Of course, after he got me a few times, I returned the favor.  We both started laughing and began to feel better.  Cam’s cock filled.  I guess rubbing against my bare body was bound to have that effect, right?

We made our way to the middle of the cove.  It must have been deeper because the water around our feet was much colder.  It was refreshing.  We horsed around a little longer, until we started to tire.  Treading water takes it out of you.  “Hey, remember that innertube we noticed last night?”  Cam asked.

“Sure,” I answered.  There was a yellow tube along the wall next to the bikes.  It would be perfect.  “I’ll go get it.”

We swam back towards the dock.  Cam hung onto the ladder while I climbed out.  I was surprised to find two large beach towels next to a fresh set of clothes.  Craig must have noticed we went swimming and brought them out.  A very subtle peace offering, especially considering he could have gotten onto us for skinny dipping. 

I made for the garage, my dick swaying despite the shrinkage.  It reminded me of the sleepover at Cam’s with Ian and Spencer when we had the naked snowball fight.  This was better, though.  I wasn’t freezing my nuts off!  

“Nice ass!”  Cam yelled.  Yeah, his mood has definitely improved.  I intentionally wiggled my butt for his benefit.

***

We had a blast with the tube.  We tried to stand on it at the same time, which was a tricky feat of balance.  It took a few tries, but we eventually had success, only to realize a boat passing by could undoubtedly see our pasty, white butts.  We both dove in, laughing as the boat continued on its way.  I doubt anyone gives two shits out here.

Cam pulled himself up onto the tube, his backend sinking into the hole.  I had an idea.  I dove below the surface and swam under the tube, coming up with my face between his legs. 

“Hmm, what is this?”  I asked before beginning to lick Cam’s smooth ball sack.

“Fuck that’s hot!”  Cam whimpered in his high pitch, rubbing my head.  I spent a minute or two licking around before fatigue set in and I needed to float for a while.

We took turns resting in what we donned the ‘rim tube’, exploring each other’s naughty areas with our tongues.  Yep, 100% sure it’s good Noah isn’t here. 

***

By the time we climbed out, the Armada had returned.  Damn.  A hot shower sounded great, but I knew Cam had no intention of facing his father yet.

We laid the towels out and sunned on the deck, hip-to-hip.  The sun had begun to drop, but the evening rays were still shining onto the dock.  The warmth felt amazing.  Our hands intertwined.  It was peaceful.  Cam turned and dug his nose into my neck and started gently kissing me. 

“I’m horny,” Cam commented.  “We should fuck.”

“What?  Where?  They’re back, you know.”

“Right here.  Why not?  About the same as doing it on the porch, right?”  

“Well, not exactly.”  I decided pointing out the whole ‘two wrongs don’t make a right’ trope was not the right move to make. 

“No seriously, I want to.”  He rolled onto his side, his hand gripping my dick.  “Nobody can see… well, nobody I care about anyway.”  He glanced towards the cabin.  It was obvious he wanted to do it to make a statement.  I guess it was a way to declare a huge ‘fuck you’.  He continued playing with my hardening cock as he kissed me more.  “C’mon babe, you know you want it.  It’s my turn to fuck you.”

“Okay,” I said hesitantly.  “But can we sorta cover up with the towels, or something?”

“Nope.  Now roll over.  I want to eat your hole; I couldn’t do it very well in the water.”

I wasn’t thrilled being so exposed in the open, but there was something kind of exciting about it, too.

***

Cam ate me out for a few minutes, slowly working spit into my hole as lube.  He worked a finger inside, then another, before pushing his cock into my ass in one swift motion.  He pushed me down onto my belly and, like he promised earlier, gave it to me hard.

I’ve never heard him grunt and vocalize so much.  It was obvious he wanted his dad to know exactly what we were doing.  I wasn’t trying to add to the noise, but couldn’t help myself, and before I knew it, I was moaning loudly myself.  I wondered if Cam was taking it too far.  But, damn, it felt incredible.  There’s something about doing it in the fresh air, lake side.  The potential for someone to see us was adding an extra thrill.

Cam was loud and rough, but it was somewhat fast.  He spunked into me just as I came.  It was glorious, and always cool when we’re able to cum in unison.  I half expected Bob to come out raging, but I guess he knows he has zero leverage right now. 

Cam lay atop me, catching his breath. 

“Feel better?”  I asked.

“Who wouldn’t?  Your ass is awesome,” Cam stipulated.

I just laughed.

“What now?”

“We’re spending the night in the boathouse,” Cam declared.  “Maybe you can fix a plate for us like you told Craig?  I can smell it and am hungry, but...”

“You’re not ready to talk to your dad, huh?”

“Not yet,” was all he managed to mutter.  I could sense a shift in his tone.  His anger and contempt seemed to be ebbing. 

***

From the beach to the cabin is only 84 paces, but it was still one of the longest walks of my life.  This whole situation is painful.

I braced myself and made my way to the porch, striding past the spot they were entwined.  Perhaps it was my imagination, but I swear it still wreaked of sex by the couch that Craig was bent over. 

I timidly made my way to the front door.  Do I knock?  That seems prudent, in case they’re at it again.  But they wouldn’t be, right?  Should I just go in and not say a word?  Make awkward small talk?  Ugh. 

“It’s open, Max,” Craig calmly said from inside.  That was as good an invitation as any.

The floorboards creaked.  I could feel four eyes immediately on me, just as lost as I felt.

“I’m glad you came to get food.  We know you haven’t eaten much today, and figured you, um, worked up an appetite,” Craig said.  I wasn’t entirely sure whether that was because of the exercise or sex, but based on his tone, I’m pretty sure they noticed our display.  I blushed. 

“I’ll make you a couple of plates,” Bob offered meekly.  “I know Cam gets hangry if he fasts for too long.”

“He wants to sleep in the boathouse tonight.  I’ll grab our toothbrushes and deodorant while I’m here.”

They didn’t say anything as I made my way to the bathroom.  When I came back, there were two stacked plates piled full of grilled fish, roasted red potatoes, and Caesar salad.  To the side were king size Twix and Kit Kat bars and several water bottles.

“We picked up the candy in town.  I know you didn’t get any ice cream, and they’re Cam’s favorites,” Bob explained.  I could tell he was trying to be thoughtful, and hoped Cam wouldn’t be insulted, like he’s a little kid who can be bought off by sweets.

“Thank you,” was all I managed to say before adding something about it smelling good.

“I packed a portable power bank if you want to borrow it, to keep your phones charged,” Craig offered.  “I’m not sure if there are outlets in that loft.”  It was a thoughtful gesture, and I agreed it was a good idea.  Craig always thinks of everything. 

I grabbed a plastic bag to load everything and turned to leave when Bob addressed the elephant in the room.

“Max, look,” he began.  “I’m sorry you saw that.  It was irresponsible and inconsiderate, and I know Cam is confused and upset.  He has every right to be.  Hell, so do you.  Please, tell him I love him and just want to talk.  He deserves the truth.”

I nodded my agreement.  “I’ll remind him.  Hopefully tomorrow will be better.  I’ll see what I can do.”

I'm not sure what possessed me to do it — other than he obviously needed the reassurance — but I gave Bob a hug.  I was a little weirded out, but didn’t feel angry, hurt, or outraged like Cam.  I could tell Bob was hurting, too, and trying to reach out to make things right.  That’s more than I can ever say for my own piece of shit father.

“You’re a good seed, Max.  I’m so glad Cam has you in his life,” Bob whispered in my ear as he squeezed me back. 

“I’m lucky to have him too,” I mumbled, unsure what else to say.  Something reminded me of the towels on the dock.  “Thanks for bringing down the towels and clean clothes,” I added, as an aside to Craig.

I was surprised when Bob replied.  “You’re welcome,” he interjected, before turning back to the table.  The towels totally seemed like a Craig move.  He’s often doted on us with thoughtful gestures.  Bob is usually more ‘tough shit, natural consequences’.  I guess it’s a token of how hard he’s trying to make amends.

***

We hung our feet over the side of the dock and ate, quickly.  We were both starved.  Does turmoil and angst make you hungry?  Maybe it was all the running, swimming, and fucking.  Either way, I was glad Cam was eating.  I half expected him to pick at his plate.

He needs to talk to his father.  I know it’s going to suck, but once it’s over, things will be better. 

“What should we do now, Master?”  Cam asked as he ate the last of his salad.  “It won’t be light much longer.  I thought we could race up the hill again, but it’s too late for that.”

I decided to take a shot.  “Maybe, you should, um, you know… go hear him out.  I can tell he feels awful and desperately wants to talk.  I mean, he even brought towels and clothes when we were swimming.  He’s trying.”

Cam looked surprised by that detail, but shook his head.  “Did they even mention what we did on the dock?”

“Not really.  Craig said something about working up an appetite, and I know that’s what he was referring to, but he didn’t seem mad.  Neither did your dad.”

“Well, yeah.  No way they could be angry, not now.  We just did what they were doing.”  I get Cam’s point, which was totally why he wanted to give it to me in the open.  It was a not-so-subtle symbolic middle finger, but they didn’t take the bait. 

“Yeah.  They know they don’t have any credibility.”

“Daddy would have tanned my hide if I did that before we caught them.  I guess he gets I’m too old to be pushed around, now.  I mean, I wonder if he’s thought about what Mom will say.”  His tone was almost gleefully defiant. 

“Cameron Brendan!”  I exclaimed in disbelief, channeling Bob myself.  “You wouldn’t!”

He shrugged sheepishly.  “No, probably not, unless he really pisses me off.”

I was starting to get annoyed.  “Dude, just stop.  You need to clear the air.”

“No, not yet,” Cam declared.  “Let’s go to the boathouse and watch something on my phone.  Hopefully it doesn’t buffer too badly.”

I took a deep breath.  I understand why Cam is upset, but threatening to destroy his family by outing his father is not going to happen on my fucking watch.  Still, while I don’t like when Cam is vindictive, it’s too soon to force the issue.  I will, but I guess it isn’t unreasonable if he wants to take the night to collect his thoughts or make a point.

Tomorrow, though… I’ll deprive him (and myself) of sex if I have to, but they’re going to sit down in the same damn room and work through things.

***

We watched a little Mark Rober and some classic South Park.  I'm not certain whether Cam sought out any particular episodes, but it wasn’t lost on me that one involved Cartman feeding his bully chili with their own parents ground up into it. 

I wish I could say we made the most of our night alone and had wild sex until dawn, but the truth is, we were both worn out after our early rise and all the physical activity, sun, and fresh air.  Cam would never admit it, but he was emotionally drained and exhausted.  I dipped out for a minute to drain my hose, and Cam was out by the time I came back.

The lighting wasn’t great, but I snapped a picture of him asleep and texted Bob.  I didn’t want him waiting up for Cam to come talk to him, and I dunno, I just thought he’d appreciate seeing Cam was safe and getting rest.  Before I knew it, I was asleep myself.

***

I was startled awake by a screech outside the window.  I awoke in a sweat.  It was a little stuffy, but I didn't think it was that warm in the loft.  I must have been dreaming.

I checked my phone.  12:58 AM.  Damn, it’s only been a couple hours.  I knew right away I wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep without relieving my bladder.  I’m not sure if it’s just smaller than Cam’s or if I drank too much, but despite going before getting to sleep, I was in need.  I’m glad I didn’t have an accident. 

I made my way outside and christened the tree just outside the door.  When I turned to go in, I was surprised to see Bob, still outside, sitting alone by the raging fire pit.  He waved.  I couldn’t tell if he was summoning or just greeting me, but it seemed only polite to say hello.  Something about the way he was sitting there, alone in the middle of the night, just didn’t feel right.

“Hey,” I mumbled upon my approach.  “I had to take a leak.  It’s nice just stepping outside and whipping it out.”

“A benefit of getting back to nature.  Cam’s still out?”

“Yes sir, dead to the world.  He was zonked when I came back earlier.”

“I thought everyone was asleep,” he said, sounding lonely.  “Even Craig turned in an hour or so ago.”  He poked mindlessly at the fire.  “Thanks again for the pic of Cam sleeping,” he said wistfully.  “Apparently, you wore him out.”  He was slightly smirking.  I couldn’t tell if he was amused or annoyed, but it was obvious what he was alluding to.

“Yeah, um…  sorry about that.  That was probably just as bad an idea as, well...”

“Oh, I know,” Bob concurred.  “Doing it right there on the dock was the biggest ‘Fuck You’ Cam could send to his old man.  I guess I can’t blame him for having a tantrum.  Before, I’d probably have dragged him in by his ear for such a boorish antic, but it’s okay.  Honestly, I probably deserved it.”

I didn’t know how to respond to his comment, so I just nodded.  He totally knows his son.  It was an act of defiance.  “I just wish I’d had the guts to tell him sooner why I was so on his side when it came to being gay.”

I tried to be understanding.  “It has to be hard, keeping it a secret for so long.”

“Yes,” he replied, leaning back in his seat.  “But that’s no excuse.  I just keep sitting here, thinking about all the times I could have shared with him.  Hell, I could have when I first confirmed I knew about the two of you.  Remember, in the hot tub?”

I nodded.  I remember how scared I was at that moment.  I started to get angry and defensive when I thought he was going to come down on us.

“I should have told him then I am bi-ish,” Bob admitted.  “It’s just, I’ve never really had an emotional attraction to other guys, like you and Cam obviously do.  It was always just physical, something occasional, that I never really slapped a label on myself.”

I’ve heard of the term ‘men who have sex with men’ like on news reports about STIs, that some guys have gay sex but don’t identify as gay.  It always seemed like bullshit, but maybe there’s something to it.

“I think Cam will understand, once you explain.”


“He has to be willing to listen first,” he replied, poking the fire in frustration.

“He will, eventually.  He’s already less angry,” I shared.  I considered sharing how Cam is punishing him to make a point, and that I’m confident his resolve will wane pretty quickly, but it didn’t feel like my place.  “You should try to get some sleep.  He will probably be up early.  Maybe I can convince him to head your way.”

“Thanks, Max.  I appreciate it, but I have too much on my mind to even think about sleep right now.” 

“Oh,” I answered, unsure of what else to say.  He was looking at me funny.

“It’s not just what happened earlier.  It’s Jeanine, this Chad thing, and,” he said, adding a big sigh.  “Craig and I talked earlier.  He told me about Mexico — the two of you, I mean — and how that was the real reason you and Cam broke up.”

Oh shit!  I panicked.  Was part of what was on Bob’s mind trying to figure out what he should do about Craig having sex with me?  What if he was thinking he had to report it? 

“Don’t be mad at Craig!”  I almost yelled, stiffening.  “It was me who started things, honest.  It’s not his fault!”

“Whoa, whoa, relax,” he said, pushing his hands towards me.  “That’s all between you and Craig, and I guess Cam.  Craig assured me it was not something that would happen again, and I believe him.”

“Yeah, he’s made that clear to me, too.  Though to be honest, I loved it.  It was special and I dunno, it made me feel more loved and safe than I ever have, like I finally had a real father for the first time.  I know that sounds messed up, but it wasn’t just sex.  It’s like we bonded on a different level.”  It felt strange talking about it, especially with a grown up, but also kind of cathartic.  “Unfortunately, it freaked out Craig and as you now know, Cam didn’t approve.”

“I know.  It’s just…” he began, before stopping.

“What sir?”  I tried to coax.

“Nothing,” he answered, shaking his head.  He was silent for a few moments before eventually continuing.  “I guess sharing with you will be good practice for talking with Cam.”

I looked at him, confused.

“When I realized you and Cam were doing stuff, and I saw you guys in the hot tub, well, it made me wonder about myself.  I started thinking about the friends I played with when I was a boy, and thinking about that, and you guys, well...”

“What?”  I asked.  I wasn’t sure where he was going.

“It was arousing.  Even earlier, despite being upset, hearing and seeing you guys on the dock stirred something in my brain.  It’s fucked up.”

Why not?  I went for a joke.  “In your ‘brain’?  Or your pants?”  I teased. 

Bob groaned.  “You know what I mean.”

“Sex is hot, Cam and I are attractive, and it isn’t like we’re little kids.  I’m sure it’s odd if it’s your own son, but I bet if guys were honest, it’s more common than people realize.”

Bob nodded but still looked pained.  It’s obvious he felt guilty.

“So, you’re not upset with Craig, then?  You’re not telling?”

“No way.  I’d never do that to either of you.  I know Craig is good for you and it sounds like it was just a weird confluence of circumstances, not abusive, as odd as that might sound to most people.”

“He’s not just good for me, he’s the BEST for me,” I declared.  “If I lost Craig, I don’t know what I would do.”

“You won't.  Craig is crazy about you.  Kim too, from everything he says,” Bob stated.  “Now, go check on Cam for me and get back to sleep.”

I stood, leaned in for a hug, and made my exit.

***

I crawled back into bed and edged towards Cam, who was still out cold.  In fact, I’m not sure he moved the entire time I was gone. 

I don’t know how he does it.  He can rest no matter what turmoil is roiling his life.  If I’d just caught my dad having gay sex with my boyfriend’s father, I guarantee I wouldn’t be able to sleep soundly.  In fact, I didn’t get more than a couple hours a night the first week or so after I found out what my bio dad did to those little girls.  Hell, Bob knowing about Craig has me anxious.  I doubt slumber comes easily tonight.

With the windows open, the breeze from the lake cooled the room considerably.  I pulled the covers up over us to snuggle in tight.  Cam, still asleep, instinctively pulled me close.  Our bare chests rubbed together.  It felt… perfect.  Maybe sleeping wouldn’t be so elusive, after all.

***

Well, actually, I couldn’t manage to doze off.  I had two things on my mind: lonely Bob brooding by the fire, and Cam’s cock — which I could feel digging into my leg.

I had an idea, which couldn’t wait until morning.  I crawled over to the window to confirm.  Bob was still there, stoking the fire. 

It’s time Cam faces reality, and I know just how to get the ball rolling. 

I crawled under the covers and pulled down his shorts, taking his semi-hard cock into my mouth.  He tasted muskier than normal, since we only rinsed off in the lake after a long day of arduous activity, but I’m not complaining.  He finally stirred after his cock stiffened.


“Hmmm fuck yeah,” he moaned.  I love love his high, boyish pitch he only reaches when he’s enraptured in pleasure.  “I miss waking up to that.”

I gave his butt a squeeze to acknowledge his comment as I sucked on.  I could tell he was getting close, and decided now would be the perfect time to use my leverage. 

I pushed the covers off and kissed him.  “Since I’m your slave,” he whispered, “I thought it was gonna be me servicing you.  But you could have let me finish first.  I’ve got blue balls now.”

I’ll play the master card to make him go see his father.  “I got something in mind for that,” I teased. 

He was ready for more and began tugging at my shorts.  “What shall it be, Master Max?”

“It’s nothing like that,” I answered.

“Oh?”

“Yes, what I really want is…” I trailed off for effect.  Might as well build up the intrigue.

“Your wish is my command,” he stated, almost whining out of eagerness.  “How may I please you?”

“…for you to go speak to your father.”  

He frowned, and gave me a look of incredulity, offended that I would dare suggest such a thing. 

“I talked to him a little while ago, when I went out for a leak.  I can still see the glow of the fire, so he’s still up because he can’t sleep,” I shared.  He looked unconvinced.  “Seriously, right now.  It will be okay, I promise.”

He grimaced, but didn’t verbalize an objection. 

“Then,” I continued, rubbing his bare chest and tweaking a nipple.  “I have plans for you.”

“You’re really making me go talk to my lying, scheming adulterer of a father before we fuck?”  He sounded disgusted.  “What time is it, anyway?”

“Middle of the night.  And yes, I am.  Now GO!”  I demanded as I patted his rear in encouragement. 

Cam grumbled, but grudgingly complied.

***

While I waited for Cam to return, I checked my phone.  Noah was beside himself because we hadn’t responded yet, but seemed to assume our connectivity must not be great. 

His dinner at Ashley’s was, according to him, ‘fire’.  Ashley’s dad actually thanked him for defending her honor, which is quite the contrast from the SNO.  I saw him ranting when he picked her up from school after she kissed Noah.  It’s nice he's chilled since then.  Apparently, her father also likes to fish, so they found common ground immediately.  Kind of ironic that he missed our trip, only to talk fishing and get in good with Mr. Richardson. 

Her dad not only doesn’t consider Noah to be a bad influence, but even offered to take him to a driving range and teach him how to golf.  I guess Ashley and her little brother never showed an interest, so when Noah did, Mr. Richardson jumped at the opportunity.  Of course, Noah’s experience with golf consists entirely of putt-putt.

“Wtf do I know?” he asked.  “What if I suck?”

“Go, duh!”  I replied.  “Even if you suck, you’ll score points by letting him teach you.  Most dads eat up that shit.”

He wouldn’t read it for hours, but hey, at least we responded.

We also had a brief message from Liam; just a simple “Hey!  What’s up?”  I penned a quick response, explaining our busy day.  I felt bad we didn’t see it sooner.  I know he can’t use his phone on Sundays, so we left him hanging.  Hopefully he won’t read anything into it.  We really do like him.

***

I waited and waited, but there was no sign of Cam.  I started to worry something bad happened, though I hadn’t heard a peep and I think I would have noticed yelling.


I made my way downstairs and peered out the door.  Cam was sitting next to his father on the bench, his relatively small build buried into Bob’s sturdy frame, with a blanket around them.  I could tell Bob’s arms were wrapped tightly around Cam’s bare shoulders. 

I watched for a few moments, smiling, unsure if they were still in the midst of deep conversation or just sharing an affectionate moment.  Either way, mission accomplished!

I didn’t want to intrude, but there wasn’t any sign of either of them talking, so I decided to approach. 

“Max!”  Bob exclaimed excitedly as I neared.  “Come, sit,” he instructed, making room on the other side of him.  “Everything is going to be okay, right Cam?”

Cam nodded and pulled his father closer.

I sat on the other side of Bob.  It was too chilly to be shirtless, even by the fire, but what are you going to do?  Bob pulled the blanket over so I could have some. 

“I care about both of you so much.  You both make me so damn proud.”  He and Cam had obviously cleared the air.  Bob sounded so relieved and sincere.  In fact, I was pretty sure he was tearing up as he spoke.

“Like I told Cam, I just want you guys to be yourselves, and be happy about it.  I didn’t always do that when I should have.  I don’t have many regrets, but that's one.  I’ll be damned if I let you two make the same mistake.”

***

Without continual attention, the fire quickly diminished.  I could try to be poetic about the symbolism of the tension and stress dying with the final embers, but I’m too damn tired and cold.

“It’s been a very long day — for all of us.  We should get some rest,” Bob announced.  “We don’t have to go early, but I would like to fish for a while tomorrow.”  

He leaned over and gave Cam a kiss on the forehead.  “I love you,” Bob said as he quickly rubbed his bare back.

Cam smiled.  “I love you, too.”

We scampered back to the boathouse as Bob ambled to the cabin.  Without the fire and blanket, it was downright cold.  We ran to the loft and jumped under the covers.

“Thanks,” Cam said as I snuggled against him.

“For?”  I replied.

“Making me go talk to Daddy, of course.”

“See, when in doubt, trust your Master,” I giggled maniacally.  “You needed to talk.  And like I said, it went well.  What did he say, anyway?”

“A bunch of stuff,” he answered coyly.

I wasn’t sure whether he would be hesitant to share. 

“Like what?” I asked.  “I mean, if it’s private —”

“No secrets, remember?”  He interjected. 

“Right.  So?”

“He mostly just explained his attractions.  Like how when he was our age and wanted so badly to do stuff with guys, but couldn’t, beyond some tame stuff around 12 at a sleepover.”

“Because it was totally uncool?  Craig has tried to explain how things were way different then.  I guess it’s hard to understand.”

“Yeah, exactly,” Cam agreed, nodding his head.  “Daddy said when he was in junior high and even high school, nobody would dare admit being gay.  He said in college there were people who were open, but even then, they were kind of shunned.”

“That sucks.  I mean, we’re both catching some flack at school, but Craig said it would have been social suicide to be out in middle school 30 years ago.”

“I didn’t realize it, but Daddy said when he was our age, there weren’t any gay people on TV or hardly anything.  Only a few edgy movies dared to bring it up.  Man, that must have been so lonely.”

“I guess we’re lucky, huh?”

“I suppose.  But hopefully it gets even better for other kids.”

“Do you think your dad is totally gay?  Craig told me he used to be 50-50, but the older he gets, he’s more attracted to guys and less into women.”

“I think he’s like that, too.  He indicated he wishes he could have a do over.  He said he would take a different path, but is also glad he didn’t, or else he wouldn’t have me.  I’m the best thing about his life, he said.” 

“Aww.  I guess it’s hard to stay upset when he says stuff like that.”

“Totally.  And I really didn’t want to be angry forever.  It sucks and is exhausting.  I’ve learned that the hard way,” he answered, before giving me a kiss.  I knew he meant our breakup, and the blow up at Noah’s. 

I returned his kiss, gently at first and then more aggressively.  Our tongues slipped into each other’s mouths. 

“I wondered if you would be awake enough to pick back up on the good stuff, Master,” he whispered once our tongues broke free.  “I want to celebrate, and need it.  Badly.  Please?”

“I’m plenty awake,” I replied.  I brushed across his chest and tweaked one nipple with a hand and began nibbling on the other, causing him to moan.  “Get my dick wet,” I commanded.  “You don’t want me to fuck you dry, do you?”

He blew me for a couple of minutes before I decided to loosen him.

“Come here,” I motioned to my head.  “Keep sucking but sit on my face.  I want to taste your pussy.”

He eagerly complied, and moaned as I tongued all over his crack, before I slid it inside.  It wasn’t as fresh as after a shower, but it wasn't bad.

Cam lifted his mouth off me.

“Max?”  He asked.  “I was kind of bad today, disrespectful and stuff.  So, would you be a little rough?  I know it sounds stupid, but I kind of want it to hurt a little, at least at first.”

That surprised me, but hey, he’s leaning into the slave thing, right?

“Are you sure?”

“Yes… sir.  I’ll feel better after I’ve been punished.  I’ve earned it.  I was such a brat earlier, and Daddy wouldn’t discipline me since he said it was his fault.  But even before all that, I was bitchy all day.”

He wasn’t entirely wrong.  He had been cranky and hormonal.  Not so much with me, but definitely not his normal self.

“Okay, I’ll try,” I said, unsure of his request.  “Just say to stop if you change your mind.”

“I won’t.  I’ll feel better and it’ll be kinda fun for you… Master Max.”

He went back to work on sucking me, and after enjoying a few more moments of that, I took charge.

“Boy, bend over the bed!”

He did so, and I gave him three quick swats in succession. 

Even in the dim light of the small bedside lamp, I could tell his butt immediately began to redden. 

“You will NOT be disrespectful again!  Do you understand me, young man?”  I yelled.

“I’m sorry,” he whimpered, rubbing his back end. 

“You will be.  Now spread your cheeks.  I’m going to give you a fucking you won’t soon forget.”

With that, I glanced at his winking hole, slightly agape from my tongue and his arousal, and pushed my five inches in with one swift motion.  He yelped, but shuddered as I grazed his prostate.

“Faster,” he whispered.

Normally I’d have fingered, inched my way in, and we’d wait a moment to get used to the feeling.  But that wasn’t what Cam wanted.  He needed something more primal, and he needed me to do it for him.

I started pounding.  Hard.  There was no resistance.  His hole belonged to me.

“You want to pretend you’re a man and be disrespectful to adults, I’m going to fuck you like a man would,” I screeched as I continued to thrust in and out as fast and hard as I could.  “You are thirteen, Cameron!  Your behavior has been unacceptable, making me fuck on the beach in public to shame your father.”

Cam groaned as I frantically pulled out and pushed back into the hilt.  He was simultaneously so loose and delectably tight.  I was delirious with the hot, moist pressure as my boy writhed beneath me. 

Now, I know I’ve been working on lasting longer, but not this time.  Within maybe two minutes, I was done, and despite cumming earlier, I came hard.

As I collapsed on his back, I whispered in his ear.  “Feel better?“

He laughed.  “Yes.  I’m not sure I’ll be able to walk later.  Or sit,” he declared.  “I wasn’t sure you had it in you!”

“Me either,” I agreed.  “Sure you’re okay?”

He flipped onto his back, revealing a quarter sized wet spot on the sheet from where his precum leaked. 

“Yeah.  It hurt some, but not in a bad way.  I knew I was safe,” he said.  “I feel better.  But I could still cum.  If I have permission, I mean.”

“I can help with that!” I replied.  I pressed my body firmly against his, wrapping my hands around his leaking, rock hard cock, finishing him off in seconds.

***

Given our middle of the night session, I didn’t expect to start Sunday with sex, but Cam had other ideas.  I realized, once my brain fully clicked on, that my cock was enclosed in the familiar warmth of Cam’s mouth.  I caressed his hair and stroked his back as he sucked away.  Everything felt settled.  Yesterday’s surprise threw us all for a loop, but everything out in the open has some advantages.  Neither of us were the least bit concerned they would walk in on us.

I don’t know what possessed me to think of it, but the image of Bob and Craig fucking popped into my head.  Maybe I’m a perv for being attracted to older guys and dad bods, but now that the shock had worn off, there was something truly hot about it. 

Bob’s cock….  damn.  I know I’ve never seen it erect before, but I don’t remember it being so big.  I wonder if Cam’s would be similarly sized when he finishes puberty?  I reached over to fondle Cam, trying to gauge just how much bigger it would have to get.  Cam quickly pushed my hand away.  “This is all about you,” he whispered, before sucking my rod back into his wet mouth.

I pushed the image of Bob and Craig from my head.  Let’s be honest, I don’t want them to be something I use to get off.  I thought of Liam instead, and the fun Cam and I will have bringing him to his first shared orgasm.  Damn, tag teaming his cock with our tongues will be amazing, even if he doesn’t last very long (which is practically a guarantee). 

I imagined his reaction as Cam continued to blow me… eventually I managed to reward him with a few drops of spunk, but honestly, I’m pretty dried out after four orgasms in the last 33 hours or so.  I could tell it was much less than normal. 

***

During pillow talk, I caught Cam up on Noah’s dinner at Ashley’s.  We threw on some shorts and headed for the cabin.  It was almost nine.

Craig was sitting at the table, and seemed to startle.  He looked very surprised to see us as he sipped coffee.  “Where’s dad?”  Cam asked.

“Shhhh,” Craig replied, putting his finger to his lips.  “Sleeping, still.  He finally crashed at about four this morning.”

“Oh,” Cam whispered.  “Sorry.  I guess we’ll go fishing later.”

“Whenever, no hurry,” Craig answered.  “Is everything, um, okay?”

“Yes, we hashed it out last night, thanks to Max,” Cam announced, before declaring he wanted to shower.  “Coming with?”  He asked. 

“Nah, go ahead,” I replied.  “I need to caffeinate.”  I don’t care much for coffee.  I mean, put enough sugar and creamer with it, and it’s tolerable, but the energy boost would be helpful after such a choppy night of sleep.  Mostly, I wanted to talk with Craig.

I sat at the end of the table next to Craig.  “I’m glad we're alone,” he said quietly.  “There’s something I need to tell you.”  He seemed worried.

I nodded for him to go on.  “Well, yesterday after everything — well, with Cam pissed, I decided I needed to tell Bob about what happened in Mexico,” Craig explained solemnly, seemingly concerned how I would react.  “Don’t worry, he seems okay with it.  I think.  I just wanted you to know.”

“Thanks, but I’m already aware,” I answered. 

“Huh?  How?”

I told him about last night’s wee-hours conversations by the fire.  First between Bob and I, and then between him and Cam.  He seemed immediately relieved.

“I think it’s going to be okay,” I said, grabbing his hand.  “Maybe everything out in the open, at least between the four of us, is better.  I’m not sure why,” I continued, “but it just seems like we can all trust each other now, with anything.  We’ll be sure to knock from now on, assuming there is actually a closed door.  And hey, now we can make more noise,” I added, teasing.


Craig shook his head.  “That wasn’t your fault.  I told you that already.  Foolish on our part.  Nobody wants to see their parents having sex, even if they know it’s going on.  We’ll be a lot more careful in the future, I promise.”

I didn’t bother to tell Craig that, minus the shock, there was actually something kinda hot about seeing them go at it.  I don’t think he wants to hear that.  But damn, if I heard them fucking in the other room, I guarantee the idea of Bob’s big man dick plugging into a guy’s ass would get me hot.

“We’ll give you some privacy, too.  We can stay out in the boathouse loft again tonight.  We kind of like it out there.”

“I bet you do,” he grinned.  I don’t know if he actually knew we’d christened the bed there, or if he was just assuming and making a joke.  I suppose my blushing face told the whole story.

***

Bob was roused by the time I emerged from the shower.  We took our time and made breakfast before heading to the boat.  Cam and I were wise enough to put pants on this time. 

At Bob’s suggestion, we all left our phones (minus one for emergencies) at the cabin.  He actually made a pretty impassioned plea, to have a technology-free day, and asked for our participation.  He explained with everything the day before, he felt bad so much of the weekend was squandered, and wanted to make up for it with ‘a quality, fully-focused day of bonding’.  He even put down his own phone first, and reiterated he was asking, not telling.

I had misgivings, concerned I’d be bored and worried I’d miss connectivity, but you know what?  It was the perfect day.  There was no mention of yesterday; at this point, it just wasn’t necessary.  We had all moved on from the angst and tension, and are all closer now, as odd as it seems.  Without screens to distract us, we really leaned into our improved dynamic.

The fishing was also better, even though we went later.  It surprised the shit out of me, but it was actually pretty fun, and we were gone until late in the afternoon.

After an afternoon on the water, sweating in the sun and dousing each other with bug spray, we took another round of showers before cooking dinner together.  After, we headed into town for ingredients to make s’mores.  Collectively, we decided not to fish again before heading back.  I think we were all thinking the same thing: today's outing was so perfect, why risk ending in an experience that was subpar?

We all agreed to sleep in and take our time packing.  We needed to clean the cabin and boat house, anyway.  I know for a fact those sheets are definitely going to need washing. 

Cam and I made our way to the boathouse about 9:30.  It was early, but we didn’t go to sleep for hours.  We talked, kissed, chatted with Noah, and took turns fucking each other’s brains out.  I had my first dry orgasm in a year.  We’d gone at it so much, I was starting to feel raw.

As we eventually settled down to actually sleep, I swear I could hear the sound of Bob and Craig going at it, too.  But then again, I was probably just fantasizing. 

*** End of Chapter 39 ***

Author’s Notes:  Hope you enjoyed this chapter.  Apologies to those who were disappointed that the weekend didn’t turn into some sort of all out man/boy orgy.  That would be very typical of a standard Nifty submission, but we are still trying to keep this tale more literary, realistic, and not complete smut. 

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