Max’s Awakening #43

By craigpwriter888@tutanota.com and J

Author’s notes:

Sorry this chapter took so long to get submitted, we had some schedule conflicts. We pick up where the last chapter left off with Craig (with Noah and Cam in tow), having totally impressed Seb’s parents when picking up Max. Seb ends up going along to dinner…

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Chapter 43 

“What the heck is all this stuff?” Seb asked as he looked over the menu at the Thai place. He’s so confused.

I laughed. I remember thinking the same thing when Craig brought me here before going to the theater to watch Billy Elliot. 

“Don’t worry,” I assured him. “Even if the names are funny, the food is great. Just be really careful when they ask how spicy you want it. Medium will leave your mouth on fire.”

“Good to know,” Seb answered. “Spicy food makes my stomach hurt.”

“Me too,” Noah concurred. That’s news to me, since I’ve seen Noah down entire bags of Flamin’ Hot Cheetos and Takis. I think he’s just trying to make Seb feel less anxious, which is so like him.

“Me three,” I added. “Be sure to tell them mild or you’ll have the runs all night.” Everyone laughed.

“Wusses,” Cam quipped, rolling his eyes. “Craig and I will eat it spicy, like real men. Right Craig?” I’ll have to remind him of that attitude the next time he bottoms.

“They can order their food however they want, Cameron,” Craig interjected.

“Sorry sir,” Cam quickly apologized. “I was just trying to be funny.”

“So was I. Relax,” Craig answered, elbowing him.

“Always the comedian,” Noah added, grinning. “Just remember: paybacks are hell.”

There is definitely something going on between Cam and Noah. I wouldn’t say they’re bickering, but there’s definitely a back and forth. First in the car, now at the table.

***

Seb approved of his pad thai. A lot of the things in the menu sound weird, but most of it is tasty. 

Noah brought up the school trip to Europe, mentioning there is an informational meeting tomorrow during lunch. That reminded me that I haven’t really talked with Craig (or Mom) about it much. I guess Noah’s mom asked Craig if he would consider chaperoning, and I know Noah talked to him, too. We really haven’t discussed it except in passing, weeks ago. If he’s really going to go, I should have a longer conversation with him, and thank him properly. 

I understand why it’s a bad idea, but I wish I could show my gratitude in a major way — like I did for Mexico. He does so much for me, and we love each other like crazy, so I wish we could express it like Cam and I do. It was amazing for both of us, and he’s denied himself for so long, it’s such a waste we can’t enjoy each other in that way while he’s still attracted to me. I know that’s a weird thought, and most people don’t understand, but it’s the effing truth.

Don’t get me wrong, I know we can’t… but that doesn’t stop me from wishing we could, every now and then. It’s a stupid fantasy, but fuck if it isn’t persistent.

One of the reasons Craig is so different is because I can tell him anything — EXCEPT for how badly I wish we could be together again, because it would make it even harder for him to resist. And, while we aren’t supposed to have secrets, it’s not like I can tell Cam, either. The last thing I want to do is hurt him again.

I wish everyone either minded their own damn business, or understood it was awesome and how safe, loved, special, and taken care I feel with Craig. But, it’s too dangerous for him, and Cam doesn’t approve, so we can’t. It still makes me sad. And mad.

God, I’m horny. I was so tired last night after practice I fell asleep before whacking off, was running late this morning so didn’t have time, and then being at Seb’s after school meant I didn’t get to jerk then, either. Going from my normal two or three times a day to none is driving me crazy. Now I’m around Cam and Craig and can’t do anything to give myself some relief. FML!

Thankfully, Noah changed the subject, and I was able to push the lust from my mind. Well, as much as a boy ever can. 

“So Seb, why doesn’t your mom let you ride the bus? It practically stops in front of your house,” Noah asked.

Seb rolled his eyes. “I’ve tried,” he answered, with a heavy sigh. “She always drove me to Widmer, because she had to. I thought I’d ride the bus once I switched schools, but she insists on taking me both ways.”

“That’s not so bad,” I replied. “The bus can kind of suck.”

“Maybe. But I’ve never ridden one and want to try it. I’m not a baby! She’s just paranoid that I'll get picked on.”

“She said that?” Craig asked. “Kids can be mean, but you have friends who get on before you in the morning and after you in the afternoon. I’m sure you’ll be fine.”

“I know! She tries to make it out like it’s something nice she likes to do for me,” Seb answered, exasperated. “But I know it's really because she’s being overprotective. I heard her and dad talking one night when they thought I was asleep. Dad says the bus was brutal when he was in school.”

“Maybe high school is worse, but to be honest, our bus is pretty tame,” Noah explained. “Our driver is pretty chill, so nobody wants to make his life difficult. Most people just play on their phones or listen to music or even do homework. Besides, if you sit with me, I guarantee nobody will give you shit.”

Noah is simultaneously funny and hot when he does his alpha-male, tough-guy routine. But I like that he’s also protective of Seb. He would have been a good big brother. Better than Jackson, that’s for sure.

“I guess after punching Brady, nobody messes with Noah!” Seb fawned, his voice almost squeaking in its enthusiasm. “It was so freaking awesome when you put him on his ass. I wish that happened to more bullies.” 

Noah blushed, but also beamed at Seb’s adulation. 

“I’m just not sure my parents will agree. They are so overprotective after this summer,” Seb continued. I’m shocked he’s alluding to his situation. He just explained everything to me, and I told him that Noah knows because Cam told him, but Craig? He’s being so nonchalant about everything, like he’s totally at ease and finally letting his guard down.

“Why don’t you let ME ask them?” Noah suggested. “If they are anxious about it, your mom can drive you to my house and you can wait with me at my bus stop.”

“Yeah,” I agreed. “I can help convince them, too. I’ve ridden Noah’s bus a bunch of times. Trust me, NOTHING ever happens.”

“Really? That would be great,” Seb replied. He leaned on me. He feels so small and thin pressed into me (not that I’m complaining), it reminded me of a small dog or cat curling up. I half expected him to start purring.

“We’ll ask when we take you home. Deal?” Noah said.

“Deal,” Seb answered, sitting up enthusiastically.

***

When we pulled into Cam’s driveway, he nudged me and nodded towards his house. I’m not sure why, but he wants me to come inside. 

The front door was open, and you could see Jeanine in the kitchen through the glass of the patio door. “C’mon,” Cam said. “I want to see how mom reacts to you.”

“Sure,” I said, shrugging. She’d already seen us together when she came home Sunday, and that was in a state of undress. I’m not sure what the big deal is.

“Hi Mom,” he announced as he entered. 

“Hello Mrs. Rice,” I added quickly, trying to avoid her feeling ambushed.

She was just as pleasant as last weekend, practically doting on me. I know Cam is suspect, but it sure seems like she’s trying, even if it does come across as a little extra.

“Do you have plans this weekend?” she asked. “I was hoping to take Cam shopping on Saturday and thought you might like to tag along.”

Being invited caught me off-guard. “Yes ma’am,” I answered politely. “That would be fun. I don’t think I have anything going on.”

Cam shook his head. I frowned back. He should be happy to have me around. It’s less time he has to be alone with her.

“Thanks mom,” he eventually added. 

He went to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water. I guess that was his excuse for why I came in? “Here you go,” he said, handing it to me. “I’ll see you out.”

Okay Cam, whatever. I know my way out. He followed me to the door and stopped just before we reached the threshold, gripping my arm. 

“Goodnight babe,” he said, much louder than necessary. He pulled me into a kiss, rubbing my chest. It lasted longer than it should have, what with his mother around the corner. Craig has warned us about PDA. I finally broke free.

So that was it. This was all a setup. He was hoping she’d see us kissing, either to freak her out or gauge her reaction. I’m not sure whether to be annoyed or amused.

“Goodnight,” I said, still unsure how to feel. “Good luck,” I whispered. I noticed Jeanine out of the corner of my eye. She was observing us from the kitchen doorway.

***

I texted Cam once I got to the car. He was brazen, if nothing else. 

Me: Did you get a speech?

Cam: No. All she said was it will be fun having you along <sigh>

I don’t get Cam sometimes. It’s almost like he wants her to lash out and is trying to push her into it. But why? I don’t think he would do it for attention or sympathy. Maybe he just wants vindication to prove he’s right about her? But she hasn’t done anything since she’s been back, so maybe she is coming around. Either way, I’m becoming increasingly annoyed at being used as a pawn in his little game of whatever this is.

***

‘Operation Charm’ was a resounding success. Noah stepped right up and told Seb’s parents that he really wants him to ride the bus. Between the two of us, we convinced them that it’s safe. Noah reiterated he would watch out for Seb.

“You’ll let us know if you’re not riding for some reason?” Mrs. Marks asked.

“Of course. I can text Seb if I’m sick or something,” Noah assured her.

Seb’s parents glanced back and forth a couple times before his dad piped up. 

“I think that’s a great idea, don’t you Julie?”

She had no choice but to agree. She was outnumbered.

***

I was surprised when Craig turned off the car at my house. “You’re coming in?” I asked.

“Yeah. I need to talk to your mom. It’s all good.”

Mom looked exhausted. I could tell she had a long day. She mentioned work was rough, but man, she really looked out of it.

She proceeded to tell Craig she had to leave in the morning for Denver. What? It sucks she has to go, but I think this means more time with Craig!

“I can get him to school in the morning,” Mom said. “But if he comes home with Noah, can you take him to practice if I’m not back in time?”

Craig told her it would be no problem, but I have a better idea. “Hey, why don’t I just grab some things now and stay with Craig tonight?” I suggested. “Then you won’t have to worry about me in the morning. I can see you're frazzled.”

Mom tried to act like it would be rude to push me on Craig and Kim last minute, but I know they won’t care. Craig instantly told her not to worry about it.

I ran to my room and quickly threw some things into a bag. I knew Craig was fine with me staying, but I didn’t want to make him wait. I grabbed some clothes to wear to school and practice before heading back.

“That was quick. Do you have a go-bag ready or something?” Mom joked.

“No, I’m just not a girl. I don’t overpack like some people,” I answered, teasing her.

Mom grinned. “Hey, use that smart mouth for good and give me a kiss goodbye.”

I gave her a big hug. “Be a good boy for Craig and Kim. I love you. Don’t forget to brush your teeth.” I glared indignantly. I don’t need to be reminded to brush my damn teeth like I’m still five or something. 

“Hey! I’m always well-behaved, and Craig is even stricter than you about hygiene stuff. He makes me brush for two minutes,” I replied, deciding to give her shit right back. “I love you too. Don’t act like a Karen on the plane.”

Mom smacked my butt as I walked away. “You’re turning into such a smartass. Craig, if you need to whoop him, I get it,” she said, laughing. 

I played along, acting as if her swat actually hurt, and pretended to shield my backside. “I know better than to give him reason again. It hurt too much the last time,” I said, laughing.

I saw the look on Craig and Mom’s faces. Their expressions were not of amusement. Fuck, I did it again! 

After Craig’s spanking — which I totally earned — he wanted to tell Mom about it right away. I begged him to keep it between us, and he reluctantly agreed. Now I just let it slip, myself. You’d think I’d have learned by now to think before I speak, but nope.

Mom seemed thoroughly confused. “What are you talking about?”

I glanced back at Craig, who looked like he was about to have a stroke. I knew I needed to engage in damage control before things spiraled. 

“It only happened once,” I quickly explained, trying to sound nonchalant. “It was the Monday after the SNO when I was being so rude to you and wouldn’t listen.”

“I’m sorry Stacy,” Craig interjected. “I told Max you deserved to know, but he insisted on keeping it between us. It wasn’t my proudest moment.”

Mom looked shocked. I couldn’t tell if she was angry or just surprised.

I tried to explain. “I was embarrassed and begged him not to tell you. And I deserved it because I was really disrespectful to both of you. Noah got spanked that next week by his dad, too. But we both learned our lessons. Promise.”

Mom was silent for a moment, apparently mulling over her words before speaking.

“Lisa told me about Noah,” she explained. Moms really do share everything, don’t they? “There must have been something in the water addling eighth grade brains,” she added, smiling. “I’ve never been able to bring myself to do it, but I’ve always believed it takes a village, so if Craig of all people thought a spanking was warranted, young man, then you must have really lost your mind.” My asshole instinctively clenched when she ‘young man’ned me.

“Yes ma’am,” I replied softly. Whew! She isn’t pissed. I was afraid she’d be super angry with Craig, which would be horrible. Plus, I really did deserve it. It wasn’t like when my piece of shit father would do it. It felt different with Craig. “I was mad for about a minute, but…” I added.

“What is it, honey?” Mom asked, concerned. 

I took a deep breath. I don’t really like talking about feelings or being vulnerable, at least with most people, which includes Mom. I don’t know why, it‘s just easier with a guy. The right guy, anyway — like Craig or Tim.

“I dunno… it’s just, Craig cares more about me than Rick ever did. He didn’t spank me because he hates me and he wasn’t trying to be mean. He did it because he loves me and wants me to become a good man — like him.”

I must have struck a nerve with Craig. He put his hand on my shoulder. I’m not sure, but I think he was tearing up. I grabbed his hand and pulled it down toward my chest, holding it there. I looked up to him and smiled. Yep, there’s definitely moisture. 

“Well, as far as I’m concerned, Craig has carte blanche to discipline you as he sees fit. Frankly, I appreciate any help I can get, and he’s been such a positive influence I’m not about to question his methods,” Mom declared.

She turned to Craig. “As you know, Max is a great kid and almost never gets into trouble, but if he earns a consequence, I trust you to handle it. If you decide corporal punishment is justified, I’m not going to second guess you. Please just don’t use a belt or anything like that and let me know so I can reinforce whatever lesson you’re teaching. A unified front is important.”

Craig looked guilty, almost ashamed. “Of course. I really don’t anticipate it will ever happen again,” he replied. “Will it, Maxwell?”

Ack. I don’t like when grownups use my full name. “No, sir. I promise,” I agreed. I gave Mom a final hug so we could go. This whole convo is getting uncomfortable.

“I love you baby,” Mom said, squeezing me tight. “Make good choices.”

***

“What was that?” Craig asked as we backed onto the street. “I didn’t think you wanted her to know.”

“It just kind of came out,” I answered. “I didn’t think she’d care.”

“I’m relieved she didn’t freak,” Craig began, “but that attitude worries me. You didn’t think Cam would care about us in Mexico, and he did. If something about that ‘just kind of comes out’…”

I flushed, feeling panic. I don’t want to hurt Craig. “It won’t! I’m sorry. I messed up again, didn’t I?”

Craig gave my leg a squeeze, which immediately calmed my nerves. “It’s okay. I’m not upset, and it’s probably better that she knows, I was just surprised you spit it out like that after being so adamant about not telling her,” he said. “Just like you’ve been adamant about never changing your mind about what happened in Mexico.”

“That's different. That was the best week of my life!” I protested. It’s not the same thing. 

Craig didn’t respond, so I decided to try to defuse the tension with humor.

“I guess that didn’t work out so well for me,” I said, laughing. “She gave you standing permission to whoop my ass. I thought I had basically aged out of that. Of course, Noah did too, and look where that got him.”

Craig was still serious. “I meant what I said: I don’t ever intend to do that again. But I also expect you to hold up your end of the bargain and never give me reason to, either. So please don’t, uh, force my hand. No pun intended.” He chuckled at his own little joke. 

See, this is why I love Craig so much. It isn’t because he buys me stuff, or exposes me to new experiences, or even that he wants to spend time with me in a way most adults don’t. Sure, some of his humor is corny and he can be strict about random things, but he understands me like no one ever has and knows what I need even before I do. And despite all the stress and frustration I cause him, he doesn’t expect anything in return other than for me to be a better person.

Some grownups enjoy punishing kids, but Craig only disciplines me when I need it. He doesn’t want to, but does anyway because he loves me. He gets nothing out of it except a headache or heartburn, but believes in me so much he’s willing to make himself uncomfortable. That’s why it feels so shitty when I disappoint him. How can I let down someone like that, who just wants what’s best for me? Mom is the same way, but it’s just different and more intense with Craig. 

I must have been staring off into space, because Craig was looking at me. I jolted back to my senses. “I won’t! It’s not like I want it to happen again, either.” 

“But?” Craig asked. Of course, he can tell when there’s more to it. Sometimes it's annoying how well he can read me, but usually I’m grateful.

“I dunno. It’s weird, but I’m kinda glad mom said what she did. It’s like she accepts you’re my dad, too… and that makes me happy.” Ugh. I feel like such a girl. But it’s true.

“That makes me happy, too,” Craig replied, rubbing my arm.

“I mean of course I don’t want to get in trouble or let you down, because disappointing you is the worst, but…” I continued. Well, the floodgates are open. This is why I can never get away with anything even if I wanted to, because Craig always gets it out of me somehow. “It’s like, even if you did have to do it again, I would be mad at myself, not you, because I know you’d have to be super pissed to get to that point — which would mean I was being really bad. If you do punish me, it shows that you love me and view me as your kid.”

Craig took my hand. “Bud, you’re like the son I never had. But don’t think you ever need to act out to be reminded of that. You’re my boy, and I’ll love you even if you do dumb stuff and get in trouble. And you will, because that’s part of being human and growing up,” he reiterated. “Honestly though, you’re usually so well behaved I’m not worried about it. We’ll deal with it as it comes.”

It’s been such a long day; I really didn’t expect we’d have a moment like this. I want to cry, but in the best possible way. Craig and I really do love each other. It truly is mutual and intense — for both of us. I’m not even sure Cam understands how close we are.

I don’t know if he’s like my soulmate or it’s just how a normal father and son should be, but whatever it is, he’s one of the best things in my life and it’s hard to even remember what things were like Pre-Craig. 

What else is there to say? I squeezed his hand and held it the rest of the drive.

***

Kim is definitely excited I’m staying with them. Craig is my person, but Kim has really grown on me and really is awesome. I think having a boy around after raising girls is fun for her, because she always makes a fuss over me. It might be embarrassing if my friends saw, but since no one does, I enjoy it. 

She insisted on dishing me up some ice cream and I had to tell her to stop scooping. I caught up on my phone while I ate, chatting with Kim and Craig before bed.

Craig tucked me in, at my request (not that I have to ask). Anytime I stay at his house, he always comes to talk and say goodnight. It’s one of the best parts of getting to stay with him. 

Tonight, he asked about Seb. I told him everything: how he and Jamie were acting weird all week, finding Seb hiding in the library, and all about the stuff Seb shared with me both about he and Jamie and also about his teacher at Widmer. 

Craig was intrigued, naturally. I can tell any talk of boys having sex raises his interest. I expected him to tell me how proud he is of me for being a good friend. He did, briefly, before relaying concerns about Seb. He definitely caught me off guard with some stuff I hadn’t thought about before.

“I just hope you guys are careful with him. He seems vulnerable and desperate for social affirmation,” he explained. “I know he’s funny now, but will the novelty of a seventh grader who looks up to you wear off after a few more weeks? I worry he won’t handle it well if you guys suddenly decide he isn’t entertaining anymore.”

I’m not sure where that came from. It’s not like we’re being friendly to him because we feel sorry for him or something. We truly like him, and now that I know for sure he’s gay, I feel even tighter with him.

“Why would we do that?” I asked. “Seb’s cool.”

“It’s not like I think you’ll do something cruel on purpose,” Craig explained. “Sometimes the initial excitement of a new friendship wanes. That’s normal, but I think he might be more sensitive to any kind of rejection, especially if he is already depressed,” he said. I guess that’s true. I told Craig about him alluding to suicide.

“Just tread carefully, please,” Craig asked. “I know you would never be mean intentionally, but you might still do little things that will affect him more than you realize. It won’t take much rejection, even subtle, to rattle him. He needs friends for the long haul.”

I shook my head. What is Craig getting at? I don’t look at my friends as disposable. It’s kinda irritating he’s insinuating we’ll get bored and drop him. We aren’t like that!

“I know! We all like hanging with him,” I replied a little defensively. “It’s not like we plan to kick him out.”

Craig didn’t immediately respond, and just sort of looked at me. I guess I can see his concern. Even if it’s unintentional, Seb might become upset over some small, perceived slight we don’t even think matters. 

“But what about next year?” Craig asked.

I have no idea what he’s talking about. “What about it?”

“Where will you, Noah, Cam, and this Jamie you’ve mentioned all be for ninth grade?” he asked.

“High school, duh.”

“And Seb?”

Oh shit! I get what Craig is saying now. Seb will be left behind at Olympia while his friends move on to high school. He’ll catch up, but still. Seb definitely needs to make other friends in his own grade so his eighth-grade year isn’t brutal. 

My understanding must have shown on my face because Craig nodded and smiled.

“Right. He’ll still be at Olympia and suddenly those who made his adjustment bearable will be gone. Do you know if he’s making any other friends?”

“When I tracked him down in the library during lunch, he said he wasn’t making any friends in his own grade and that was part of why he was avoiding us,” I shared. “I thought that was just part of his lame excuse, since he lied about geometry being hard for him too, but maybe that part is true.” It hadn’t occurred to me he may have been telling partial truths, like when he told Jamie his stomach hurt after they made out.

“Well, you should ask, and encourage him,” Craig suggested. “Do you know any other seventh graders?”

“Not well. There’s Spencer, but he’s only in sixth. And he might be too much for Seb,” I said laughing. Spence may be a sixth-grader, but doesn’t really act like one. “He’s a total perv.”

“I see,” he answered. “I’m glad you guys are filling a void for him. But I worry all the time he spends with you might be keeping him from making inroads with kids his own age. Just keep it in mind, okay?”

I totally understand where Craig’s coming from, now. We definitely need to help Seb make sevvie friends. It made me think… what if there was some way to help? I mean, I could talk to him about it, but it’s tough being the new kid. It’s even harder if you’re brainy, quiet, and not super athletic like Seb. 

He latched onto us almost by accident. If he wasn’t in our geometry class, none of us would have ever met him. It’s kind of crazy to think how pivotal it could work out for him, Jamie, and even me.

We should do something to make sure his fellow sevvies know he has chill eighth grade friends. Some of them would be impressed or even jealous. It would make them realize how fun he is. But, isn’t that kind of presumptuous and cocky on my part? I cringed at the thought of considering myself ‘cool’ or ‘popular’. 

Craig must have realized I was pondering something. “What is it?” he asked.

“I just had a thought, but it seems kind of arrogant,” I explained, biting my lip.

“I don’t judge,” he encouraged. Craig had a genuine smile on his face.

I looked at him, unsure whether to actually share. But then, this is Craig. He actually enjoys hearing my thoughts and encourages me to give my opinions and stuff. So, what am I worried about? I can tell him anything. Plus, he’s right (and he always fucking is): he isn’t judgey unless I’m being dumb.

I exhaled. “It’s just, at school Mr. Tim has told me I hold a lot of sway and can be a good role model for other gay kids and stuff,” I explained. “I’ve never thought of myself like that, but he’s brought it up several times. Mrs. Hickman even commented about it.”

Craig nodded in agreement. “And adults recognizing that, even if you’ve been oblivious to it, is making you worry you’ll act full of yourself?” He supposed. “I’ve never thought you were conceited. We wouldn’t get along well if you were.”

I shook my head. “No, it isn’t that. I just had an idea.”

“Such as?” 

“I wonder, if what Mr. Tim says is true — I think he used the term ‘social currency’ — maybe I should go to the seventh-grade hall and show people in Seb’s grade he has older friends? Maybe even one who is, you know, popular.” Man, I hate even saying that. Kids who think they are popular are such tools. Being well-regarded is one thing, but dwelling on it and rubbing it in people’s faces is douche-baggery.

Craig must agree, because he’s giving me a look. I tried to explain. “When I was his age, I remember how rude and mean so many of the eighth graders were, but the nicer ones were respected. Maybe it would help him make friends?”

Craig… fucking smirked! This is a serious suggestion. He must have read the confusion or annoyance on my face, because he didn’t take long to respond.

“I know most middle schools try to keep the grades segregated, so as long as you wouldn’t get in trouble for loitering where you aren’t supposed to — that’s actually a pretty good idea,” Craig replied approvingly. “It might give him a boost of confidence and make him more noticeable to those willing to give him a chance. They’ll wonder why older kids are his friends.”

“I bet Noah and Jamie and Ashley would help, too,” I added enthusiastically. We just need some excuse to track him down.

“They probably would, but if you have a whole entourage and make a big production out of it, you’re way more likely to get caught being where you aren’t supposed to be,” Craig cautioned. “Of course, maybe that would be more effective if you’re trying to make an impression and cause a buzz.”

“I bet Mr. Tim would look the other way if we aren’t annoying about it. He’s been keeping an eye on Seb, too.”

Craig smiled. “Just don’t get detention. I’d hate to have to ground you,” he joked. “Or worse.” Apparently, Craig wants to tease me, because he clapped his hands for effect, simulating a spanking sound. He thinks he’s funny. 

“I won’t. Mr. Tim wants me to be an office aide next semester, like Liam, and they can’t get into any trouble or they lose their position.”

“I bet you’d be good at that,” Craig said. It’s nice how positive he always is about stuff I want to do. 

“Yeah it sounds fun, and I like hanging with Mr. Tim. He’s like my School Craig, except he can’t cuddle with me.” That’s an interesting idea. I bet Tim would be fun to chill with, but I know that won’t ever happen.

I meant it as a joke, but I do truly miss snuggling with Craig. I pulled the comforter back and tapped the bed. I wasn’t sure he’d do it, but I really want to curl up with him. For some reason, him giving me advice about Seb had me feeling sentimental or something. I can’t describe it. Not that I need a reason. Craig cuddles are the best, and IDGAF what anyone else thinks. We belong to one another and that’s how we show it, since he won’t let us do the other stuff anymore.

I was very happy when he slid right next to me. I scooted closer, resting my head on his chest. Ah, this is nice, us nestled together. If only he didn’t have on a t-shirt and I could feel the familiar warmth of his soft, hairy chest. 

Gah, stahhhhp Max. I’m so horny, but I shouldn’t think about that. Craig was adamant and I don’t want to tempt him. That would be disrespectful to both him and Cam.

Still, thinking about it… well, it had an effect. I’m totally boned. 

“Dammit,” I groaned.

Craig must have noticed the tent in the covers. “Max!” He admonished.

“I know! I’m working on it,” I confessed. It’s kind of funny, but also embarrassing as fuck. It goes from soft to hard so fast sometimes, especially if I’ve been around Cam or haven’t wanked. All I have to do is have one sexy thought and boing! there he goes, coming to life like he’s missing out.

I tried to explain. I don’t want Craig thinking I’m trying to seduce him. 

“I'm always super hard when Cam is around but we didn’t get to do anything other than hold hands and share a quick kiss in your back seat. Plus, he just sort of wakes up at night in bed, and I didn’t have time to do it this morning or after school like I normally do.” That’s all true. Being around Cam gets me wound up, and I’ve had no opportunity to relieve myself.

“I understand,” Craig calmly replied. “But maybe that’s a sign it’s time to say good night so you can take care of business.”

Damn, that’s not what I want. 

“No! I mean, of course I will, but later. I don’t want you to leave yet. Please? It’ll go down on its own in another minute or two,” I pleaded. I do want to jack off, but I’ll happily forego it for more contact with Craig.

It wasn’t long before my boner deflated and I was back to flaccidity.

“See, I told you! He just has a mind of his own and since I kept on underwear, he’s straining to come out,” I shared, laughing, before yawning. 

“Looks like you need to get to sleep, bud,” Craig commented, kissing me on the forehead.

Dammit, I don’t want the night to end yet. I so rarely get to snuggle with Craig in bed like this. 

“Not yet. Stay until I’m asleep. Please?” We might not be able to do the naughty stuff anymore, but I also love just sleeping next to him. 

I’m not sure why, but I fall asleep so quickly like that. Is it as simple as just being in his presence, which makes me feel safe and loved? The comfort of his scent? The squishiness of his dad bod? As warped as it may seem to others, could it stem from the trust and intimacy that comes after you let someone you love cum inside of you? 

I may never understand the reason, but the reality is I rest better around Craig than ever by myself or even with Cam.

***

I don’t recall Craig leaving, so he must have stayed long enough for me to fall asleep. Thanks to some ancient alarm clock Craig put in my room (seriously, it’s like some relic from the 1970s), I saw it was 3:19 when I woke up. He was gone, but my raging boner was back.

I’m not sure, but I think I was dreaming about Mexico. Or, at least, the things we did in Mexico. I even leaked a little. It took me a second to wake up, but when I did, I realized I was horny af. I pushed my boxers down and started jerking with one hand while my other gathered tissues from the nightstand.

Oh, fuck yes! This feels so good. 

I reached around to rub my hole. I didn’t finger myself, but it still felt nice. I remember how skillfully Craig rimmed me, darting his tongue in and out and all around. He was so into it, and I loved how the abrasiveness of his stubble rubbed against my smooth skin. It sent shivers down my spine.

I imagined I was laying atop Craig, grinding my cock into his, his chest hair tickling me as he pulled me into his sturdy frame. I can almost taste his kiss, the faint flavor of cheap beer and lime overtaking me as we passionately make out. I love kissing Cam, but there’s no doubt Craig slobbers less.

Memories kept flooding back: his body slamming against me as he pounded away on my butt, causing me to squirm in pleasure; his girthy cock pressing into my abdomen, smearing his precum all over; his unique scent combined with the salty air; our deep-throated moans as we greedily swallowed each other’s loads.

Craig’s cum is different, compared to Cam or Noah, the way it thickly coated my mouth. It wasn’t special just because it came from Craig, but because he finally allowed me to make him feel good. I earned it, causing him to ejaculate, and I reveled in savoring his musk. Being able to induce something as amazing and primal as an orgasm makes you feel powerful.

It was monumental, when Craig dismissed decades of denial, and we could fully enjoy each other. And there’s just something hot about the contrast between us — like how much longer he lasts. But it’s more than that. I’m smooth and he’s hairy. I’m short and slim and he’s tall and burly. His voice is deep and mine is still high. It’s like, opposites attract or Yin and Yang. It just worked.

All of the imagery and not having masturbated in a couple of days was too much. It didn’t take but a few tugs, and I exploded into the Kleenex. Oh man. I wiped up quickly before my eyes were overtaken with heaviness. 

***

“Come on bud, you have to get moving,” I heard through a fog. It was Craig, stirring me from a deep slumber.

I mumbled something and rolled away. There’s no way it’s time to get up already. 

“Boy, get your ass up and in that shower, and remember who you’re talking to!” Craig roared.

Oh shit! That woke me up. Is he truly pissed? Am I late?

I rolled onto my back and caught Craig’s gaze. He was grinning. Thank God, he’s just messing with me. 

“Sorry. I’m not a morning person,” I said through a yawn. Last I recall was falling asleep on Craig’s chest. “Can I get a good morning cuddle?” I want more Craig time. That’s the best way I could possibly start my day. 

“Max, it’s time to wake up. I’m afraid if we do that, we’ll both fall back asleep.”

Dammit. I resisted and groaned. I realized I was hard… again. Ugh. He never effing goes down.

“If you’re going to act like a little boy, I’ll treat you like one,” he warned.

He’s being such a buzzkill. I know it’s a school day, but c’mon, I just want to be spooned for a few minutes.

“God Craig, don’t be so cranky,” I protested. I rolled over and gave my butt a little twerk. “We both know you aren’t going to give me a swat.”

“Maybe not, but do I have to carry you to the shower?” He threatened. It’s early, but I’m 95 percent sure he’s teasing. I wonder if he’d bathe me like I was little if I refused long enough. 

“I dare you to try,” I replied. I spread-eagled across the bed, going limp.

I wasn’t sure what Craig would do, but I didn’t expect the extreme tickle attack that came. He jumped onto the bed and attacked my underarms and side. “No need,” he declared, “this will wake your ass up!”

I laughed uncontrollably. Okay, maybe this was the best way to wake up.

“Are you ready to follow directions?” Craig eventually asked, pausing his barrage.

“Yes, sir,” I replied, before whining for at least a hug.

He gave in and gave me a quick squeeze before pulling me up. “Please dispose of your used tissues at your earliest convenience,” he requested, his tone full of sarcasm. I glanced down and saw two Kleenex crumpled atop of the sheet.

Oh shit. I must have jerked off in the middle of the night and dozed off immediately after finishing.

It’s early, but I had my wits about me and sensed an opportunity to zing him back.

“I thought you might want to save those to smell later. Like you did Noah’s garmuc,” I joked.

That surprised and seemed to embarrass him. “I’m in recovery,” he mumbled, before bringing out his dad Voice. “Seriously though, you need to hop in the shower and take care of that thing.” He was pointing to my tented boxers.

“Yes sir,” I responded, sliding my feet to the floor, recognizing I shouldn’t push my luck. “Thanks for waking me up. You’re way funner than Mom is. She makes me set an alarm and then nags me if I don’t get up for it.”

Mom would never tickle bomb me, that’s for sure. Of course, she knows she’s likely to see me naked and hard, which freaks her out. I don’t know why, because it isn’t like it's anything she hasn’t seen thousands of times before. Girls are weird about stuff like that.

I grabbed the crusty Kleenex, shucked my underwear, and made a run for the bathroom. I really need to pee. Craig was shaking his head. I guess he didn’t expect me to put my erection on full display for him. I wasn’t trying to be provocative, just efficient. He knows guys always have morning wood. 

***

I didn’t expect to run into Kim in the hall when I was finished showering, given their bedroom is downstairs. I hadn’t grabbed clean clothes, so I just made a dash from the bathroom back to my room. If I’d known she was up in the loft office, I would have wrapped a towel around me. 

Thankfully, she didn’t seem too fazed. She definitely noticed, but didn’t really react. I greeted her with a ‘good morning’ and picked up my pace. I really don’t care who sees me naked, and she didn’t seem bothered, but Craig has ripped my ass several times for being indiscreet around females. I hope he doesn’t give me shit over this. I don’t want to upset him.

“When you’re dressed, please come down for breakfast,” Kim requested from the other side of the door. “I’m thinking I’ll make sticky buns and sausage.”

I might not have gotten it if she hadn’t fucking laughed all the way down the steps! She’s worse than Craig with the stupid puns.

Clothes on and hair done, I made my way downstairs and gave Kim a proper good morning hug. Craig too. He made breakfast burritos, which were amazing. He even made extra for Noah and Seb, if I wanted to take some along.

Craig noticed Noah was out front and yelled at him to come inside. 

“What are you doing here?” Noah asked. I sent him a text last night before bed, so why is he confused? Craig explained the situation with my mom, while Noah fixed himself a burrito. 

***

En route to the bus, I double checked my messages. I knew I sent Noah a text to tell him to wait for me. Confirmed, but it’s still unread.

“You not reading texts these days?” I asked. “I sent you one saying I was at Craig’s.”

He quickly pulled out his phone. “Shit! Sorry man. I was talking to Ashley last night when you sent that, then Dad made me plug it in for the night. I guess I was too out of it this morning to notice.”

“All good,” I replied as he took his final bite. “How’s your bae? Besides giving you blue balls, I mean.”

Noah choked on his tortilla. “That’s why I have you and Cam around,” he retorted. “She wants me to come over Saturday. Her parents are hosting a party, and she has to babysit her little brother. He’s nine and spazzy and drives her crazy, so she wants help so she doesn’t lose her shit on him,” he explained. “I guess there will be two or three other younger kids there. She told me if I helped she’d make it worth my while. Whatever that means, I’m down for it.”

I raised my eyebrows. Ashley isn’t the kind of girl who puts out. I hope he isn’t getting his hopes up for something that isn’t going to happen.

Noah must be able to read my mind. “She’s made it clear she’ll chop off my balls before she touches my dick, but maybe she’ll let me feel her boobs or something. You know, top stuff like petting.”

“‘Top stuff’ means something different to me,” I replied, giggling. “I guess you know that now, too.”

Noah elbowed me, hard. “Dude, other people will hear!”

That seems unlikely. We were quiet and still a couple of houses from the bus stop. Plus, most kids have their earbuds in, anyway. 

He’s so sensitive about enjoying boy ass. I guess as a straight dude there’s inevitably some weirdness and guilt, but seriously, what’s not to like? Butts are hot and wet and tight, and boy pussy is still pussy… well, mostly. Anyone who is honest with themselves would admit it feels good, and most guys our age would totally fuck their buddies if they had the chance. It’s dumb to be so uptight when you’re constantly, desperately horny like we all are.

***

Noah’s stop is one of the first on the route, so the bus was still fairly empty. We took a couple seats about half-way back. Noah placed his backpack next to him so nobody would try to sit there — not that it’s usually necessary. Hardly anyone has to double-up.

Several kids got on at Seb’s stop. He smiled as he traversed the aisle and spotted us. “Hey guys,” he said, offering a subtle wave and looking surprised to see me. Noah removed his bag as Seb approached so he could sit. 

The ride passed quickly. Seb leaned over the seat and told me he laid in bed texting with Jamie until it was lights out. He seemed pleased. I took that to mean the two of them were back on the path to becoming boyfriends or fuck buddies or whatever is in the cards.

We made good time and were one of the first buses to pull in. I’m not usually here so early, it was kind of eerie how quiet campus is.

“Hey, isn’t it Thursday?” Noah asked as we stepped off.

“Yep,” Seb answered. “Why?”

“Thursday is cinnamon roll day at breakfast, that’s why,” Noah answered. The cafeteria serves breakfast every day, but they only offer cinnamon rolls once a week. For school food, they are actually pretty solid. “And we’re here early.”

“Cool,” Seb answered. “I’ve never eaten breakfast at school. Can I drop my lunch and books off at my locker first?”

“You can if you want, but the line will be long and they might sell out if you do,” Noah replied. “It’s up to you, but I think we should eat first. We’ll be finished with plenty of time left.”

Seb nodded. I really wasn’t hungry, but still ordered one. They are pretty tasty. 

Seb suddenly looked embarrassed.

“Aren’t you going to get one?” Noah asked.

He looked down and shifted his feet. “I can’t. I almost always pack my lunch and don’t have an account with money on it, and my wallet is at home.”

Noah shook his head. “It’s fine. I’ll grab you one,” he said, smiling.

Seb protested. “Mr. Peters bought my dinner last night and Max brought me a burrito this morning. I'm not letting you pay for something I don’t even need. I know I’m small, but I promise I get enough to eat.”

Noah looked offended and started to say something before I interrupted. 

“Don’t bother, Noah. He can share with me and it’ll save one for someone else,” I declared. “I’m not very hungry, anyway, so I’ll feel better about not wasting any if you help me eat it.”

Seb’s pride seemed to accept that.

“Um, good idea, Max. I’ll text Ashley and save her some,” Noah added sheepishly. That was definitely not his initial plan.

Bryson, another eighth grader who rides Noah’s bus, came up to us at the cash register. 

“Who’s this?” he asked, pointing to Seb. “I saw him on the bus. He a newb?” Bryson isn’t trying to be a jerk, although I don’t know why he didn’t just introduce himself to Seb instead of talking about him like he isn’t standing right there. Honestly though, Bryson is okay. He’s just one of those people who blurts out whatever he’s thinking.

“Not exactly,” Noah answered. “This is Seb. He’s new to Olympia and is a sevvie, but he’s wicked smart. He’s in geometry with Max and Jamie, so he has lunch with our grade.”

“Oh, uh… okay, cool,” Bryson mumbled. Bryson isn’t exactly the smartest kid in our grade, so I’m sure he realized right away that he and Seb probably have little in common.

“Hey,” Seb offered.

“He doesn’t usually ride the bus,” I explained. 

“But I will now, mostly,” Seb added proudly.

Bryson nodded before lumbering off.

We hadn’t been eating long when Ashley appeared, joining our table. She greeted us all and gave Noah a hug. Seb kept checking his watch.

“Are you late for something?” I asked.

“Sorta. Miss Blackmon wanted me to come by early this morning to turn in the assignment I had to make up after being absent on Tuesday. She wants to make sure I understood before the lab today,” he explained. “But I like hanging with you guys and don’t want to be rude.”

“Dude, it’s fine. Noah is focused on Ashley and you don’t want to start your day stressing.”

“Really? It shouldn’t take long. She just needs to check my worksheet and make sure I don’t have any questions.”

“Go. We’ll catch up later,” I assured him, smiling. He’s definitely sensitive to not letting his friends down.

Seb has impeccable timing, because it wasn’t fifteen seconds later that Jamie appeared. He was headed to get in line when he noticed us and stopped by. About a fourth of my roll was left, so I offered it to him. Look at me sharing with everyone today. I bet we’ll share lots over the next few months.

As we were shooting the shit, I remembered my thought from last night, to show up in Sevvie Land and build up Seb in front of his peers. Now seems as good a time as any. I mentioned my idea, and everyone was amenable to helping. Jamie was practically giddy.

As we made our way to the seventh-grade wing, I spoke low so only Jamie could hear.

“I hear you were up late texting.” I elbowed him for effect.

“Yeah, until Wyatt made me turn my phone off and go to bed. I had an epic jerk though,” he admitted. “I think we’re both going to get our dicks wet this weekend!”

For his sake, I hope he’s right. I have no reason to suspect any differently, but it would be brutal on both Jamie and Seb if they had another incident while getting hot and heavy.

***

The halls were bustling with activity now. Kids were at their lockers, shuffling books and binders, and congregating wherever there was space. Teachers held their coffee and conversed amongst themselves. Show time.

I spotted Seb, fidgeting with something in his locker, oblivious to our presence.

“Seb! What’s up, my dude?” I began loudly (but not quite yelling). Several heads turned. He looked thoroughly confused but lit up when he saw the four of us. “How's our favorite Sevvie?”

I gave him a high five.

“Hey little bro,” Noah said, offering a fist bump.

Ashley, using her wily female charms, ran her hand through his hair. “Your hair looks so good today. Did you do something different?” It was obvious she was trying to seem flirty and make him seem attractive.

Jamie was pretty quiet, but did pat Seb’s shoulder. They definitely exchanged a look. I think he’s nervous to show too much affection, or maybe he just didn’t think there was much to add.

We continued to laugh and carry on, and there was a noticeable and growing mass observing us. It was a risk, but I decided to turn up our performance. I saw my former social studies teacher, Mr. Collins, watching intently. He’s one of the younger and cooler teachers, definitely popular, and my favorite from last year. Honestly, it’s good to see him.

I walked toward his classroom, where he was standing. “How’s it going, Mr. C? I hope these kids aren’t driving you as crazy as we did last year.” He smiled as I offered my fist, which he reciprocated.

“It’s nice to see you again, Max. What are you doing in these parts?” He’s been watching the spectacle, so I thought it would seem obvious.

“We had a few extra minutes this morning and wanted to check on Seb in his natural habitat,” I explained. He looked at me curiously. “He’s in Jamie’s and my geometry class and is stuck in eighth grade lunch, so we’ve all become friends.”

He smiled. I think he realized what was going on, and summoned me inside.

“I’m glad he found you and made some friends,” Mr. Collins said. “You’re doing a good thing.”

Mr. Collins scribbled something and handed it to me, along with a book. “He’s in my second period. Show this to your teacher, then return the book to me. You can say hello on your way out.”

I nodded but wasn’t sure I understood. Is he actually helping me stage a disruption to his class just so I can show other students that Seb and I are friends? I’m so confused, but I’m not going to argue if he’s trying to help.

There was definitely a buzz in the hall, and another teacher finally told us to move along. We said our goodbyes and made a hasty retreat.

***

As instructed, I waited a couple minutes into second hour before handing my teacher Mr. C’s note. “Be quick.”

As I entered his classroom, Mr. Collins greeted me in front of the entire class. He had been lecturing so it was quiet. 

“Max Coleman! How’s eighth grade treating one of my former star pupils?”

“Fine, sir. I’m sorry to interrupt. Thanks again for lending me this for my report.” I have no idea whether my acting is believable, but I could definitely feel 30 sets of eyes watching me.

“No problem. Any time,” he said as I handed him the book he gave me this morning.

As I turned, I saw Seb watching me, confused as ever.

“Hey Seb. See you in geometry!” I stated loud enough for the entire class to hear as I walked by his desk. Once again, I offered him knuckles. He grinned from ear to ear as he accepted. For anyone who missed it this morning, the captive audience in his social studies class was sure to spread word.

Mission accomplished.

***

At lunch, Jamie and Seb were back to their old selves, joyfully discussing their hopeful sleepover. It’s nice seeing them both so happy and excited again, after such a morose week. 

Liam quietly observed their banter before catching my eye, nodding, and grinning. I like how he reads people and situations. It’s refreshing how understated and intuitive he is.

“Any plans this weekend, Max?” Liam asked. 

“I’m going shopping with Cam and his mom,” I answered.

“That sounds, um, fun?” he replied with a hint of sarcasm.

“Well, I do expect to hang out at his place for a while after,” I answered with a quick wink.

“Nice. We have a big game Saturday and then I have to go to my cousin’s birthday party. I think hanging out with you guys would be more fun, even if it were just shopping with Cam’s mom.”

“Probably. We’ll hang again soon,” I responded.

“Promise?” he asked in almost a whisper. 

“Yeah, promise.” I got up to take my tray before the line got backed up. Liam quickly followed.

“Seriously, we have to hang soon,” he whispered as we walked. “I’m ready for you to show me more. I’m having an, uh, hard time concentrating on anything else.”

I laughed. “Dude, I totally know how that is.”

We returned to our seats, which were directly across from each other.

I couldn’t believe it. Liam immediately started rubbing my leg with his foot. I smirked at him and reciprocated. Okay, playing footsy under the table might be overtly flirty, but he was eye fucking the shit out of me! I love that he seems to have recovered from whatever regret he suffered from after our last encounter. In fact, I’m digging that he’s craving more. 

“Um... yeah, we DEFINITELY need to hang out soon. I wouldn’t want you to send me another one of those invitations that could get us into trouble.”

Liam cringed but smirked.

“Invite to what?” Jamie asked. “Is it someone’s birthday?”

“No,” we both answered laughing. 

“Don’t worry Jamie, you’re not missing anything,” I answered. Well, that wasn’t entirely true. I can definitely see Jamie wanting to join.

“Just an inside joke,” Liam added. “But don’t worry, all you guys are totally coming to my next birthday party.” Nice save, Liam.

***

As we were leaving lunch, Noah reminded me of the ‘informational meeting’ about next summer’s Europe trip, at the end of the day. I’d heard the announcements, but wasn’t really sure where everything stood. It’s full anyway, unless they can find more chaperones. Plus, I’m not sure mom can afford it. Gymnastics was already a big increase this year.

“I dunno about that,” I answered. 

“What?” he replied sharply. “Mom and I both already talked to Craig. He totally wants to chaperone. That gets you a spot automatically, even if other kids are on the waitlist. At least come get the papers and stuff. Besides, it will get you out of art.”

“Hey, I like art,” I retorted. 

“Naturally,” he quipped, rolling his eyes with a huge shit-eating grin. Of course, gay kids love art. I get it. Ha ha. So funny. I gave him a subtle shove. “Seriously though, I’ll see you in Mrs. Reynolds’s room?” 

***

There were over 30 kids at the meeting. Noah and I claimed two of the last seats up front. Mrs. Reynolds quickly gave an overview of the program, explaining that you had to be in good academic standing and all that kind of stuff. They clearly don’t want to bring any problematic students.

She explained that the original 20 slots were already filled by those who signed up at the end of last school year. “We have potential to take more students, but that requires additional chaperones. We’ve yet to find other teachers who are able, so if you’re not already confirmed, you’ll have to hope we find more adults or someone drops.”

Noah’s hand shot up. “We know someone who is willing.” It felt weird Noah was volunteering Craig, but I guess he did ask him initially. 

“Excellent,” she answered. “See me after, please.”

Mrs. Reynolds walked around, handing out a flier with the tentative dates and itinerary. London, Paris, and Barcelona over almost two weeks next summer. It also listed the cost. Holy fuck! I almost had a stroke. $3,500? Mom will never be able to swing that.

“Shit,” I said, almost too loudly.

“What?” Noah asked in a whisper, nudging me with his knee.

“It’s over three grand!”

“So?” I know Noah isn’t so spoiled to think of that as an insignificant amount of money. Adam and Lisa both have good jobs, but I know they are still careful about saving and don’t let Noah think he can have everything he wants.

“Dude, I dunno. We can’t afford that!”

“Craig will help. And I bet my ‘rents will, too. Relax.”

I don’t want to become a charity case, but I guess Lisa is like a second mom to me, and God knows Craig is my surrogate father. Were they to help, I should do something major in return (and I don’t think relieving Noah’s sexual needs counts).

I jolted back to my senses. The more I think about it, the grosser it feels to ask or expect anyone else to pay for me. I want to go, but I just don’t think mom has that much just lying around. We aren’t poor, but she’s still a single parent and there were a lot of legal bills. Plus, gymnastics isn’t cheap and she already makes that work.

We talked to Mrs. Reynolds as the other students shuffled out. “So, who is this chaperone? One of your parents?”

“Not exactly,” Noah replied. “It’s my neighbor.”

“Your neighbor?” she asked skeptically.

“Yeah, but he’s more like an uncle. His name is Craig Peters. His daughters, Emma and Rachel, went here. He said they were both in your class.”

“Of course!” she replied, her eyes lighting up. “They were great students. I remember their parents quite well.”

“He’s also been doing, like, a Big Brother thing with Max, since… well —” Noah trailed off.

“I understand,” she quickly replied, saving Noah from spelling out how my father is incarcerated. The look she gave tells me she’s well aware. After a year and a half, I know the expression well: pity mixed with embarrassment and a tinge of disgust. Ugh. “That’s great. It also moves you to the top of the list, Max. I’ll be so glad to have you along.”

I didn’t realize Mrs. Reynolds even knew of me. I guess it's another sign Mr. Tim is right and I have a solid reputation with the grownups.

“Here’s the deal, though: I need Mr. Peters to confirm with me early next week,” she explained, before turning to address me. “And Max, the first deposit is due October 10th. I know that’s coming up quickly.”

I sighed. “No problem, Mrs. Reynolds,” Noah answered for me. “I won’t let him forget.”

***

We agreed to meet Seb by the main doors to make sure he found the bus okay. It’s not really hard, but I remember how it was the first time back in sixth grade. It’s overwhelming and nice to have someone show you the ropes when you’re new and nervous. It’s chaotic with so many buses and kids everywhere.

We settled into two empty seats close to the front. A short, bubbly girl sat across from us and immediately greeted Seb. 

“Hi Sebastian,” she squeaked enthusiastically, “I didn’t know you were on this bus!” Just by the mix of hesitation and excitement in her voice, you can tell she has a thing for him.

“Oh, hey Claire,” Seb answered. “I just started riding.”

“Cool. Thanks for your help in science. You’re soooo smart,” she giggled. Jesus. Claire is falling all over him. She’s less subtle than Jamie, and that’s saying something. Noah and I glanced at each other and smirked. We were both about to lose it. 

“Thanks,” Seb replied sheepishly. It’s obvious she’s making him slightly uncomfortable. He isn’t used to this kind of attention. Several other kids had turned around.

“Who are you friends?” she asked.

“This is Max and Noah,” he answered. “Eighth-graders. Max is in geometry with me and we all eat lunch together.”

“Oh wow,” she answered, clearly impressed. I wanted to help Seb make more friends in his grade, but Claire isn’t exactly what I was going for. Still, at least other kids in his grade are noticing him. Maybe he’ll be better off than I assume. Hopefully our little show this morning helped.

***

“You guys wanna play after school?” Seb asked just before we got to his stop. “I can scooter over to your house, Noah.”

“Are you sure you’ll be allowed?” I asked. I remember how protective his mom was. After riding the bus, I suspect he’ll have to debrief with her.

“Sure. I usually ride around the park, but coming to your house would be better.”

“Do you know where I live?” Noah checked.

“No, but give me your address. I’ll look it up,” he answered. Noah texted it to him.

“Wait, I thought you had an, uh, appointment today after school?” I broached. We talked about having his therapist help get his parents off his case, and I distinctly remember him saying he went next this afternoon. I was trying to be vague since I wasn’t sure if he would want Noah to know he’s seeing someone. It isn’t like Noah would judge, but it isn’t my place to say anything.

Seb shrugged. “I did, but Mom texted me at school. I guess my counselor got sick or something and needs to reschedule.”

Well, so much for subtlety. It’s interesting how open and trusting he already is with Noah. 

***

“Let’s go!” Noah said as we got off the bus.

“‘Go’ to what?” I asked. 

“I’ll show you when we get to my house,” he answered. He began to speed walk.

“What is it? You gotta take a dump or something?”

***

“Come up to my room, hurry!” Noah demanded once we walked through the garage and dropped our backpacks in the kitchen.

“Why?” I pleaded, chasing him up the stairs.

He finally turned once he reached his bedroom.

“What is it?”

“C’mon Max…” he answered as put his thumbs into his waistband. “I know what I want to play with,” he added, squeezing my butt. That’s new, but I didn’t hate it, and smiled at him referencing Seb asking if we wanted to ‘play’ after school. “Will you? Please?” He wiggled his shorts and undies down slightly. 

Oh jeez. Seriously? It isn’t like he wasn’t just taken care of by Cam yesterday. “So, are you saying our boyfriend didn’t do a good job yesterday?” I joked. Noah probably would have smacked me like he did Cam if he weren’t so desperate. “I know I’m more skilled, but I thought he got you off.”

“Very fucking funny, Max,” Noah fumed. “And I didn't say that! You guys are so effing competitive,” Noah replied adamantly, shaking his head. “It’s just, that was almost 24 hours ago and I talked to Ashley until bed, and… please Max?” I thought for a moment he was about to offer me money or something. His voice is higher than I’ve heard since it changed a few months ago. “We need to hurry, though. Seb is on his way.”

“Relax, there’s no way he’ll escape his mom quickly. Plus, he’s several blocks away.”

“So, what do you say?”

“You know I will,” I agreed. “But butt stuff will take too long. I’ll blow you, though. Where’s Jackson, anyway?” Having him walk in on us would be bad. Although who knows, as much as he enjoyed the BJ I gave him in the spring, he might want to take a turn. Now, that could be interesting…

I snapped out of it when Noah responded. “He never comes home this soon after school. Besides, we’ll hear the garage door if he does.”

I’d enjoy getting my hole stretched, but it would take a while to loosen me up, and time consuming to explain to him how to do it, since he’s never helped prep before (and it isn’t like he’s going to rim me). Besides, I enjoy sucking Noah’s fat cock. It reminds of Craig’s, just a little smaller and not as hairy. Of course, I would never tell Noah that. He’s been chill about everything, but comparing him to Craig might freak him out.

Noah immediately pulled his shorts and underwear down in one fell swoop, his cock already 80 percent hard and glistening with precum. I kneeled and tugged on his balls with my hand, causing him to moan.

“Fuck max, please suck on it. I need to cum,” he whined. I need no further invitation, and wrapped my lips around his cockhead, licking the pearl oozing out of him.

It was an interesting contrast, the sugary blast of his precum against the backdrop of his sweaty dick. He hasn’t showered since this morning and had PE. While he didn’t taste bad or dirty, it was more tangy than usual. Not that I’m complaining; I like snacks that are salty and sweet.

I hadn’t slurped more than four or five times when the damn doorbell rang. Noah immediately tensed.

“You’ve got to be effing kidding me. He’s here already?!” Noah practically yelled. My mouth slid off of him as he reluctantly pulled up his shorts and roughly stuffed his erect penis inside their cotton confines. “I can’t catch a break.”

I know how he feels. I’m hard now, too. Fucking fantastic.

You know… Seb came out to me yesterday and said he enjoyed playing with guys. I wonder if he would — ugh. No, that’s not a good idea. Not yet. I guess Noah and I are just going to have to suffer. FML.

***

Our time with Seb was initially low key. We shot some baskets and messed around attempting tricks on Seb’s scooter, but mostly sat on the porch and talked. Seb is really into Star Wars and Marvel, so he’s gung-ho about that stuff. It’s not like Noah and I hate those, but it’s clear we’re not the super-fan he is. He and Joshua would get along great, I bet. 

“Jamie told me what you did,” Seb shared.

I played dumb. “What are you talking about?”

“This morning. Visiting my pod to show everyone we’re friends,” he stated. “I was confused, but Jamie explained it when we left math. Said it was your idea.” 

“Hey, Max doesn’t get all the credit!” Noah interjected. “I let Ashley flirt with you. She thought that might make some of the other guys jealous and I said it was fine.” I thought it was funny how adamant Noah was for his contribution to be recognized. We all know Ashley does what she wants.

“Yeah, that was a nice touch,” Seb agreed, before facing me. “I assume that’s also why you came into social studies? Jamie didn’t know about that.”

Honestly, I never intended to tell Seb about any of it, but since he brought it up, I wasn’t going to lie.

“Yeah, that was a… what’s the term, Noah? Something football related for when you change the play. Ottoman?”

Noah cringed hard. “Oh my God, you are so gay. Do you mean ‘audible’?”

“Yeah, that’s it. And you’re damn lucky I am,” I replied pointedly. Noah immediately slinked, knowing better than to retort. “Anyway, I had Mr. Collins last year and remembered how popular he is. I thought maybe it would be helpful if I showed I was on good terms with him, too.”

“Yeah, I saw you talking to him during passing, but then you showed up in class.”

I nodded. “That was all him. He figured out what we were doing and wanted to help, I guess. He wrote me a pass and gave me a book to deliver during your period and said I could say ‘hi’ when I left.”

Seb got quiet and looked down.

“What's wrong?” I asked.

He just shook his head but didn’t respond.

“Seb?” Noah added.

Reluctantly, he looked up, he wasn’t crying, but his face was turning red and getting puffy, as if he were about to.

“I just don’t understand why everyone is being so nice. I don’t deserve it and people keep doing kind things. It doesn’t make any sense. At Widmer, I was always either invisible or an annoyance,” he stated, returning his gaze to the ground. “It’s like you all feel sorry for me and have taken pity.”

Noah shocked the hell out of me. He grabbed Seb’s chin and titled it up to face him.

“Stop. That’s bullshit. Maybe some of the grownups are like that, but we’re your friends and friends do nice things for one another,” he declared matter-of-factly. “I know Widmer sucked, but most people aren’t assholes.”

Hell yes! Dominant Noah is so damn hot. Or is it the prospect of making sad Seb feel better? Either way, I’m getting hard. Gah, I need to get off.

“You need to make friends in your grade so when we’re gone next year you aren’t back to square one. We just want people to give you a chance by showing you have, um, popular eighth-grade friends,” I stated, channeling Craig. “And maybe think of it as less pity and just karma? Like, you’re a good guy who has been shit on for no reason so the universe is, you know, balancing things out a little?”

Seb wiped his eyes, but stayed quiet. We need levity. Noah and I glanced at one another. Sometimes, we have a short hand and can communicate without a word. It’s time to give Seb a hard time about his new Bus Girlfriend. Now that’s male friendship, the good-natured giving of shit. It’s how guys show affection.

“Yeah, like Claire,” Noah commented. “Oh Sebastian, you’re soooooooooooooo smart,” Noah teased, mimicking her frail voice. We all laughed.

“Ack! Gross,” Seb answered, rolling his eyes. “She’s plenty bright herself. I don’t even think she needed my help.”

“Of course she didn’t,” Noah answered. “It’s just an excuse because she wants to hold your hand. You should ask her out.” Noah is joking, but I’m not sure Seb realized that.

The truth is, Seb is kinda cute, but in a bookish, understated sort of way. Being gay, I see his appeal — I bet his dick is adorable and he has a slender but perky little butt. I haven’t seen him shirtless, but I can envision how soft his belly is and how he’ll moan when his nipples are flicked. I can just imagine the hilarious things he’ll come up with during sex. He is very witty.

But to a chick who isn’t interested in those things? He hardly looks or acts like the type of guy girls usually fawn over. He doesn’t have abs or pretty features and isn’t brimming with confidence or exude masculine energy. If Claire’s into small, nerdy, and slightly effeminate guys, she probably won’t have much competition… except, perhaps, from some boys.

“No way. She’s, uh… definitely not my type,” Seb declared. He gave me a side glance and a smirk.

What the hell? It’s best for him to be himself and he knows Noah is safe. Besides, he’s open with him about everything else.

“You’ll have to let her down easy, Sebbie,” I ribbed, recalling how his mom referred to him yesterday. “You don’t want Jamie to get jealous and fight her for your affection.”

Seb looked at me mesmerized, before bursting out laughing. Noah immediately bumped into him.

“Hey, only my parents and boyfriend are allowed to call me that!” Seb playfully protested. Screw it. I tickled him, inducing a giggle. “Okay, okay, you can too.”

“So, uh, ‘boyfriend’ huh?” Noah asked, jumping onto him.

“Yeah, Jamie said yes!” Seb replied, beaming. “Just like you said he would, Max. He’s eager but wants to keep things quiet. But he said you guys don’t count since you already know.” Jamie knows Noah knows? Huh.

“That’s awesome, Seb,” I responded. “I’m so happy for both of you.”

“Yeah, good deal,” Noah added. “Just guard your ass, because Jamie is one horny MFer.” Takes one to know one, I guess. 

Seb looked shocked Noah would say something so boorish. Of course, if he’s going to be in a relationship with Jamie, he needs to get used to that.

“We aren’t doing that!” Seb stated, before quickly adding a much quieter “yet.” See, I told you he was quick with the humor. The little shit has a grin a mile wide.

“And don’t rush into it. Go slow. If you decide to eventually, awesome. If not, that’s okay, too. It’s a big step, and your choice, so don’t ever feel pressured to do anything you aren’t ready for,” I stated sagely. Craig will be so proud. I’m still a guy, though, so I had to add more. “But it does feel amazing, both ways — especially when you care about the other person.”

“I don’t do anything I don’t want to,” Seb said… seductively? He looked up at me with a glint in his eye. Maybe he’s just referencing what he did with his teacher, but damn it seems like he’s asking me to show him a thing or two.

***

I got a text from Mom while we were chilling. She’s stuck in Denver until Saturday, and seems stressed about it. It isn’t like I’m glad she’s out-of-town, but it doesn’t bother me because it means I get more time to hang with Craig and Noah. Maybe we can even finish things after school tomorrow! If Seb wants to come over again, we might have to make him wait a while. Of course, after the look he just gave me, I think he’d prefer to join.

Craig arrived about 4:15, signaling I need to start getting ready for practice. He came over to say hi and I greeted him with a hug. “I get to stay a couple more nights!”

“Indeed. Do you need more clothes?” 

“I’m good for tomorrow. I might have to grab some for Saturday, though. Or I can just run a load of laundry.”

Craig asked Seb about his experience on the bus. He’s always good about talking to my friends, just like how he included me when I was just Noah’s friend that he ran into occasionally. 

I got a little annoyed with Noah. Seb said he scootered over to his house as fast as he could and Noah responded with “yeah, too fast.” I know what Noah means, and he’s probably got a case of blue balls. I noticed he seemed half-boned while we were shooting baskets. Seb didn’t get it and I could sense uneasiness.

My conversation with Craig last night was front of mind. Like fucking usual, Craig is right. Seb seemed worried he had done something to upset Noah. His mood changed immediately. He was sensitive, just like Craig warned.

“He means you almost got here even before we did,” I tried to explain, shooting Noah a glare. “How fast can you go on that scooter, anyway?” 

Seb took my explanation at face-value and smiled. Still, I need to talk to Noah and make sure he realizes how sensitive Seb is. I’m certain Noah will be understanding. After all, he’s trying to be his protector.

***

Craig cooked me a grilled cheese while I changed for practice. I briefly considered having a quick wank, but decided against it. I knew I would be in a hurry and I can make myself cum fast when I want. But, I’m trying to learn to hold off and didn’t think forcing another speedy orgasm would be productive. Maybe when I shower after practice I’ll have a long, slow session with a lot of soap for lube. Spencer has mentioned edging before. Maybe that could be fun to try. 

Craig is observant. “Noah seemed disappointed you were interrupted so quickly after getting home,” he commented. 

I know he likes to hear about our encounters and I assumed he was fishing for details. I didn’t hold back. “Yeah, he was horny and asked me if we could have another fuck. I told him we didn’t have time, since I knew Seb was coming.”

“I see,” he replied. I could sense his increased interest level. “Probably not the best thing to do right before gymnastics, either.”

“Exactly. I learned that the hard way with Cam. It’s no fun leaking out of your ass when you’re on the high bars,” I answered. Craig looked at me, his expression a mix of gall and arousal, and shook his head. “But I still wanted to help him. I was like thirty seconds into sucking when Seb rang the doorbell,” I shared. “We pulled up our shorts and ran to the door to greet him, but we both have blue balls now.”

Craig laughed but also seemed to be pondering something, almost as if he were confused.

“What?” I asked. 

“You said ‘another fuck’?” he answered. “I didn’t realize Noah was enjoying so much of his gay friends.”

I realized I’d said too much. I tell Craig everything, but this is Noah’s business, too.

“Yeah, sorta. Sometimes. But it isn’t like we don’t also enjoy it. Sex is fun, especially with someone you trust and care about,” I explained, before pausing. Sometimes I probably offer more than I should. It isn’t even like Craig really asks specifics, but I kind of like that he enjoys hearing about it and it’s a little thing I can do, so I try to keep him filled in. I guess after Chad, doing stuff with people my own age seems tame.

Is trying to please him what they mean when they say grownups use their influence and power over kids? Because I don’t feel coerced to share stuff with him at all! It makes me feel closer to him to keep him in the loop. Even if we can’t do it together anymore, it’s a way to sort of include him, without being inappropriate or doing something the world deems ‘wrong’. 

“Please don’t tell Noah I told you any of this,” I pleaded. 

“I won’t,” he replied. “Although he did talk to me about it after the first time with Cam.”

Fuck it. Noah knows about Craig and I, and Cam, so I couldn’t help myself and gave Craig the full run down. “Noah begged to come over last Saturday after the movie. He was so horned up after making out with Ashley, he was about to burst. So, he did, in me, twice. It was awesome. Like a fantasy finally coming to life.”

I could tell that surprised him. He laughed, but then got serious. “Just be careful. Noah is straight, and you emotionally cling to guys you fool around with and care about.” At least Craig isn’t still haranguing us about using condoms like he did when I first started having sex. I guess he recognizes it doesn’t matter right now.

“I know, but it’s Noah. I crushed on him hard when I was 12, and thought about him fucking me lots of times, but it’s not like I’m going to fall in love with him.”

“Okay. But stop if you start to develop feelings or it gets weird. Got it?” he lectured. Some people might be annoyed by him being bossy about something that’s technically none of his business, but it’s something a dad (or at least a cool uncle) would worry about, so it doesn’t bug me when Craig does it.

“Got it,” I agreed. “Besides, it’s Cam’s turn now, anyway.”

He rolled his eyes and did an exaggerated face palm. I think I might have blown his mind. I’m half-surprised he didn’t excuse himself to go jerk off.

***

Practice was uneventful. Craig gave Cam a ride, so it was nice to get the extra time with him — even if it wasn’t exactly what I needed with my already aching balls. Just being around Cam gets my juices flowing.

Cam naturally asked about Seb’s first bus ride. I told him it went fine and that he came over right after school. “I hope Noah wasn’t too bummed,” he said, laughing. It’s turned into a running joke between the three of us how eager Noah is to get off now that he’s with Ashley.

“So, poor Noah,” he asked as we walked into practice. “He’ll have to jerk off to his girl twice tonight.”

I told him about Seb arriving while Noah’s cock was tickling my throat. “Oh, that’s hilarious,” he replied, laughing. “Seb’s a little cock block!”

“Not intentionally. I thought about just having him come up and join in, but…”

“Yeah, not yet. Let him and Jamie figure some things out. Then we can invite them over for a hot tub or something. He’s got a cute, round little butt… kinda like Spencer.” I’m glad I wasn’t the only one curious about Seb’s ass. “I bet he’s super tight and will stay hard the entire time.” Yep, Cam has definitely thought about it before. He isn’t wrong, though. Seb does have a bubble butt. Spence is slight and firm; Seb’s looks small but kinda thick for such a scrawny kid.

At break, I told Cam about the Europe trip meeting. Of course, the cost didn’t seem to faze him either, but then his family is more affluent. 

“You should go. Ask Craig. He will help. Heck, if you really need it, I bet Daddy would chip in, too.”

“God, you and Noah think it’s so simple. I don’t want everyone treating me like a homeless person or something. It feels weird,” I declared bitterly. “I'm not going to ask Craig to pay for me, and I don’t think Mom can swing it, so I probably should forget about the whole thing because I don’t want to make her feel bad. She already seems guilty about having to go out of town.”

Cam grabbed my arm and looked into my eyes. “Don’t be like that. Friends help friends,” he stated, as if requesting thousands of dollars to go on a bougie school trip is on the same level as asking for a ride to the mall or a sleepover. He must have sensed my unease, because his eyes lit up and he shifted his tone. “Although, I have to admit, two weeks without you while you’re crisscrossing Europe with Noah and Craig is going to be rough,” he admitted. “I fully expect some attention as soon as you get back.” 

“Oh yeah? In what form?” 

“I think cumming inside of you every day for a week might suffice. That is, if it isn’t too sore from all the time you spend with Noah.”

“Ha! So funny. There will be two other guys in our room, you know. It’s not like we can fuck every night.” I suddenly had a fantasy of Seb and Jamie going too, or Liam, but knew that would never happen. They haven’t shown any interest and besides, none of their families are made of money, either. 

“Two other horny boys, you mean?” he asked. “Well shit, your butt might be completely used up by the time you get home.”

“I’ll save it for you, promise.” All those cities seem romantic, or at least special. Not sure it would feel right having sexy fun there without Cam. Too bad there isn’t some way he could join the Olympia trip. I’ve always wanted to go to Paris, and not sharing it with Cam seems wrong. He already missed Mexico.

***

Cam seemed dejected when we dropped him off. I think he’s jealous I am getting Craig time while he’s stuck with his mom. I wonder if Craig would let him stay too tomorrow night? We wouldn’t do that (well, maybe if Kim is gone…) but it would be fun just to hang out.

I tried to work up the courage to bring up Europe as we drove home, but I couldn’t think of how to in a way that wasn’t awkward af. I feel so shitty asking Craig to do even more for me. I decided to save it for bedtime.

I ran up to shower as soon as we got home. My uneasiness about the impending Europe discussion managed to take some of the edge off my horniness. But, once I was naked and soaped up, the thought of fooling around with Noah and two other guys in our room got me going again. It’s a hot fantasy even if I’m not sure I will want to have so much sex without Cam. I should have tried to make it slow, but honestly, my balls just needed relief and I wanted to hurry up and get to Craig tucking me in and talking. It’s my favorite part of the day when I stay over.

***

After a quick snack of cookies and milk (don’t laugh, it’s good), I headed up. I found the Europe info sheet from my backpack. I was reading over it again, on the edge of my bed. Damn, it’s so much money. I don’t want to stress out Mom. Maybe I should just abort the whole thing and tell Noah I’m not coming. 

I heard Craig coming up the stairs. I thought about putting it away and forgetting the whole thing. Instead, I took a deep breath and found a little courage. After all, Noah had already asked him, and that’s the less awkward part.

“What’s that?” Craig asked, seeing the paper I was holding.

“I’m anxious,” I said, my knee bouncing. “Can we talk?”

I must have sounded really serious or worried, because he immediately sat next to me and gingerly wrapped his arm around me. I flipped the paper so he couldn’t see it. “Did something happen at school or something?” he asked tentatively. 

I realized he must have thought I was in trouble or something. “Yes and no. Nothing like that. It’s about this trip to Europe next summer. I’m not sure I’ve ever mentioned it.”

“Okay,” he replied. “What about it? I told Lisa and Noah I’m willing to chaperone, but it hasn’t come up recently so I thought maybe it was off the table.”

“I found out this afternoon that the cut off to sign up is Wednesday. I didn’t realize it was so soon,” I explained. “That is, if they can find more adults to go. You would really do it?”

“Of course,” he replied, without hesitation. “I’d honestly really enjoy it. I love to travel, and going with you and Noah would be a blast. Kind of like Mexico. Well not like that, but you know, bonding time for us.”

“That’s a relief,” I said, “But Mrs. Reynolds says you need to call her EARLY next week.”

“Not a problem. Do you have her contact information?”

“It’s at the bottom of the form,” I showed him. “But there’s something else.” I had to bring up the damn money.

“What?”

“This,” I said, pointing to the cost. “It’s effing expensive! Like, too expensive. I had no idea.” 

“Traveling overseas is never cheap,” he said matter-of-factly.

“I guess,” I shrugged. “But I don’t know if Mom will let me. Gymnastics already costs so much, especially now that we’re supposed to travel more. I don’t want to stress her out or be ungrateful. I’m afraid to even ask.”

“Why don’t we discuss it together with her?” Craig offered, patting my arm.

“What do you mean?” I asked. Craig is willing to talk to Mom with me?

“Chaperones go for free, right?”

“Yeah.” I’m not sure what he’s getting at. 

Craig looked at me with a kind smile. “Max, if this is something you really want to do, Kim and I can help pay.”

Wait, what? He’s just going to offer like that? Is money like no object to everyone else in my life?

“You don’t have to do that,” I began to protest. I was starting to feel overwhelmed.

“I don’t mind chipping in since I’m getting to go myself,” Craig offered. “It will be fun. If we need to cover some of your cost, you can just consider it your Christmas and birthday presents. Fair?”

Craig is so good to me. I know Noah and Cam said he would, but still, I was never going to ask — and I didn’t even have to. I know I shouldn’t accept, but I had this sudden surge of affection toward Craig. I leapt into his arms, hugging him. 

“Thank you so much. If you did that, you’d never need to buy me another Christmas or birthday present ever!”

Craig embraced me back. “That seems a little extreme. You know, Kim and I like buying you gifts. We care about you and you’re always so appreciative,” he said flatly, like it went without saying. “Let’s talk to your mom this weekend and get it all ironed out.” 

“You really are the best thing to ever happen to me,” I squeaked. I love Craig so much. I really wish he could be my dad for real, full time, but that would never work with Mom. I can feel my face flushing and my eyes get heavy and moist. Dammit, why do I have to start crying?

“I feel the same about you, kiddo,” Craig replied softly, ruffling my hair. “You’re my boy and always will be. Right?”

God, I love when he talks like that. “Right!” I agreed, grinning up to him. Craig kissed my forehead and I leaned into his chest; kind of like Seb had done to me at dinner last night.

Craig held me for a moment. “There’s something I need to talk with you about, too,” he said. I can tell by the timbre of his voice it’s something important.

“Sure,” I answered. I was nervous.

Craig took a deep breath. “It’s about Chad.”

I bristled. I’m not sure what I expected Craig to broach, but it wasn’t that piece of shit. “Oh. What is it?” I asked, trying to seem calm.

Craig reminded me how Bob’s ‘people’ had been trying to lure Chad into communicating with their fake, underage profiles to entrap him. It reminded me of reruns I’d seen a couple years ago where they would sucker pedos into a house to meet a boy or girl. “Like on that show on TV — To Catch a Perv, or whatever?” I asked. 

“Yeah, exactly. Only when he’s confronted, they’re just going to scare him into realizing he could be arrested and his life destroyed if he doesn’t behave.”

“Good. That’s better I think,” I replied. I know how shitty it was for me with my father’s ordeal. I don’t even know Brett, but I don’t want him to live through something like that.

“The issue is, so far anyway, he’s not taking any of the bait,” Craig continued. He looked uneasy. “So, they thought if you, or someone pretending to be you, reached out he’d reply.” He had an inflection to his voice, as if it were a question and not a statement. 

“You want me to message him?” I asked hesitantly. I hadn’t planned to be that involved. I just wanted to hear he’d gotten some justice. But, if it’s only sending a message, that wouldn’t be horrible. “I guess that wouldn’t be a big deal. I don’t actually have to see him, right?”

“No, not at all. We don’t want you to actually interact with him. You know you aren’t allowed back on Grindr until you’re 18, right?” he reminded me, sternly. “But, it would be helpful if we had the screen name or profile pic you used. Bob’s team can pretend to be a teenage boy, or even impersonate you, but they want to make sure it’s believable.”

I get it. I have no desire to ever use Grindr again. I mean, why would I? I have Cam. Plus Noah, and probably a few other options. Of course, they aren’t men.

“Yes sir, I know. And you saw me delete the app, but I remember the name I used. I still have the picture I used. It’s just me shirtless, no face.”

I was pretty sure it was a pic from my photo roll. I grabbed my phone and scrolled through my photos until I found it. I showed Craig. “Send it to me,” he asked.

“There’s one more thing,” Craig added hesitantly. “Once they engage Chad, they’re concerned he’s going to ask questions that only you will be able to answer. They need you available just in case, otherwise their cover will be blown immediately.”

“No problem,” I answered. The prospect of him getting bitch slapped will be worth it.

“Are you sure?” Craig asked, his tone uncertain. “You don’t have to. I remember how you reacted when we saw that prick at the pizza place.”

He’s right. I totally freaked out. But, that was partly because it was such a surprise and awkward because he was there with Ashley. I’ve chilled since then. I honestly think if I ran into him again at a restaurant, I wouldn’t react the same. 

“I’ll be fine,” I assured Craig. “I’m mostly over it. Besides, it’s the least I can do… for Brett and any other boys he might use. Being involved might actually help me get past it even more.” 

“I’m glad you feel that way,” Craig said, clearly relieved. “You should probably get to sleep. It’s getting late.”

“Will you stay with me a little longer?” I asked. I didn’t assume he would decline, not after bringing up Chad. I could tell he was sheepish about bringing up the topic.

“Sure bud,” he replied, sliding into place beside me. I curled against him and pulled his hand over so he was kind of hugging me. It was perfect. 

Craig ruffled my hair. “You need a haircut, badly. So do I. We should go tomorrow.”

It has gotten out of control. It has been months since I got it cut and it was taking a lot more gel to get it to stand up, but I did like that look. “Yeah! I want to keep it longer on top, though. Is that okay?”

“It’s your hair. You can do whatever you want, but short and tight is lower maintenance and looks better, in my opinion,” Craig offered. It’s nice he isn’t insistent I cut it a certain way, but he isn’t entirely wrong. I usually prefer shorter hair on guys, too.

I ran my hand through the mop on my head. “It is kind of shaggy. Starting to annoy my neck, too. I’m not sure why I didn’t get a cut at the beginning of summer or before school started, like I normally do. I haven’t had a trim since like spring break.”

“They’re going to have to shear you like a sheep,” Craig joked. “You don’t want to look like a damn hippie or bum.” That made me laugh. 

I thanked him again for his willingness to chaperone the trip to Europe and helping pay, if needed. I asked Craig to tell me about his favorite things he has done in those cities, since I know he’s already been. He began to excitedly tell me about the Louvre, the Palace in Versailles, and other parts of Paris. Hearing the excitement in his voice is reassuring. He really does want to take me there and share things. It made me feel all warm inside… and sleepy. I fell asleep on his chest before he even mentioned London. 

***

I was awoken by a phone vibrating across the nightstand as it buzzed to life. It’s early. The room — my room — is dark, illuminated only by the dull glow of the ancient clock and a dim screen screeching awake. I didn’t set my alarm, though.

It must be morning. I feel so content. It takes a moment, but I realize I’m not alone. Craig stayed with me — all night? How will he explain that to Kim?

My senses kick in. I can feel the warmth of Craig’s breath on my neck. I’m pressed into his squish, my cheek resting against his chest. Damn, his shirt is still on so I can’t rub his chest hair. His chin is resting on the top of my head. I hope he didn’t drool on me.

I could lay like this forever, but know that isn’t the cards, so I’ll settle for just a little longer. Unfortunately, the fucking alarm just keeps going, and Craig stirs. He shuffles, reaches his arm over me, and silences his phone.

After about ten seconds, Craig begins to rouse.

I make my move. “Not yet,” I whine.

I think my voice startled him, because he jumped slightly.

“Go back to sleep, Max,” Craig cooed lightly as he stroked my hair. “You can get another hour before you need to get ready for school.”

“I’d rather cuddle,” I replied.

Craig sighed. “Me too. But I need to make sure Kim is alive and get ready.”

“She’s fine and you smell good.” I pushed myself harder into his torso, inhaling deeply. I wasn’t taking no for an answer, and he draped his arm back around me.

***

To be honest, I don’t know how much longer Craig stayed. The next thing I remember was him telling me to get dressed from the threshold of the door. The room is much brighter.

I didn’t need to shower (or jack off) this morning, so I was downstairs considerably earlier. Kim prepared breakfast. I laughed out loud when I saw she had, in fact, made sticky buns and sausage links, just like she joked she would after she ran into me streaking naked across the hall yesterday. I was sure to take fresh undies with me this morning, though it was unnecessary. I think she realizes it might be wise to stay downstairs.

I greeted them both with good morning hugs and we chatted about weekend plans. Craig asked if I wanted to pack or buy lunch.

“It’s Pizza Friday, so normally I would get hot lunch.” The school serves a slice of pepperoni or cheese pizza every other Friday. It isn’t great, but is better than most school lunches. Paired with the salad bar, it’s decent.

Craig dug into his pocket and took out his wallet, handing me a $5 bill. I shook my head. “Mom keeps money on my account.”

Before he could argue, Noah knocked on the door and waltzed in. His nose scrunched and his eyes lit up.

“You made sticky buns? Score! Those are my favorite.”

“I know. I saved one for you, and a couple of links. You can take one for your new friend, too.”

“Max, you have to stay here more often so I can keep getting a real breakfast,” Noah declared between bites. “This is way better than the bowl of cereal or granola bar I usually have.”

Kim beamed. Craig grinned. He’s scheming something.

“You poor thing. You make it sound like you’re starved,” Craig teased.

Noah scoffed. “Not starved, just deprived of actual cooking before dinner. Mom makes a hot breakfast maybe one Sunday a month, and Dad would burn the kitchen down if he tried to use the toaster, so I’m on my own.”

“Well, we don’t usually make anything elaborate either, but we like to spoil Max,” Kim replied, putting her hand on my shoulder. I blushed. I know it’s true, and I dig it, but it’s usually done in private. “Just to be clear, Max doesn’t have to be staying over for you to come by before school,” Kim replied with a wink.

“I have an idea,” Craig suggested. “Why don’t you come over every Friday before you head to the bus stop. Say, by 7:30? You can have a real breakfast and start your day off right. Whatever we whip up, we’ll make enough for you to bring some to Max, assuming it’ll keep well and be transported easily.”

Now, I know Noah gets plenty to eat, and frankly, his mom is a pretty good cook. So, it surprised me that he was basically bouncing up and down in excitement. It was almost comical but also kinda sweet. But, hey - If I were Craig’s neighbor, I’d be over every day.

***

School went by really quickly on Friday. Sometimes it drags, but not today. The teachers seemed to be as ready for the weekend as we are, and didn’t pile on too much. Plus, it was a gym day, and those are always fun. Even more so now that I get to see Liam in his underwear.

At lunch, Seb and Jamie were in their own little world, whispering and gushing about their sleepover. Wyatt is taking them to Shake Shack and then a movie. I heard Seb mention he wouldn’t be over until after 5, as his therapist was working him in. He’s so chill about talking about that stuff. I don’t think I ever mentioned I was seeing a psychologist to any friend other than Noah.

Craig texted me just after lunch to inform me he made appointments for haircuts at 5:15. He has a meeting until 4:30 and reminded me to be ready to leave as soon as he gets home. That won’t be a problem, since Noah and I are home by 3:15 at the latest. Now that Seb won’t be scootering over, well…

Yes, I’m still horny from yesterday. My quick shower wank last night just barely took the edge off. Then I saw Liam’s ample bulge in his gray Under Armour trunks. God, I can’t wait to do more stuff with him, including rub my hands all over his smooth, thick, squishy torso. I hope Noah is still in the mood to do something after school. At the risk of sounding ridiculous, or slutty, I really need to get fucked — and I doubt Cam and I will have an opportunity. 

I asked Cam if he thought his mom would let him sleep over at Craig’s, or if I could crash there Saturday night. Evidently, he had the same idea, and she already shot him down. 

“I think it would be better to wait until your father is home,” she told him. Cam assumed she would give in if he pushed hard enough, but he didn’t want to risk an incident. Everything is still tenuous and awkward with her. 

Frankly, I’m relieved he’s showing some restraint and not trying to use me to push the envelope with her. I promised to FaceTime with him. So, I’ll be kicking Craig out tonight so we can enjoy ourselves. 

***

Noah was more than happy to oblige my needs. The only problem was Jackson was home when we arrived. Thankfully, he took off to go to meet a friend, leaving us alone. 

Noah looked at me as soon as the garage door went down. “You still want this?” he asked, gripping his package.

He didn’t have to ask twice. I ripped his shorts down and sucked him to a full erection in a matter of seconds. As much as I enjoy his cock in my mouth, I need it somewhere else.

Since we have time, I decided to teach Noah how to loosen someone up for a proper fuck. Going full bore into an ass without any foreplay effing hurts. If he’s going to keep enjoying Cam and I to help satisfy his urges, he needs to learn.

God, I would love to feel him rimming me, but that is too big of a leap (especially considering I haven’t showered since this morning and had PE). Still, he can do other things.

“We got more time today,” I said, letting his cock slip from my mouth. “We shouldn’t just settle for a blowjob — am I right?”

“Damn straight,” he replied, giggling at his own little pun. “I’m down for tapping that ass.”

“Oh? I thought I would fuck you today, to even things up a little,” I teased. He looked shocked. “I’m kidding. I know that’s never going to happen, but you don’t know what you’re missing. It feels amazing.”

“I’ll take your word for it,” he replied. “Let’s go up to my room and I’ll bend you over.”

I laughed as we walked upstairs. “Not so fast. It’s not like before, when Cam had already gotten me ready. You’re going to have to earn it, and finger me or something before you shove that fat dick inside.”

Complimenting his big dick was a great ploy. How could he decline? 

“Okay, I can do that. Good practice for later with Ashley. But I’m not using my tongue like you homos do.” He made a retching sound.

I rolled my eyes as I stripped. “Cam doesn’t have any complaints. Neither did Craig, for that matter.”

Noah looked horrified and shook his head. “Eating ass seems so gross. And I still can’t believe the two of you did all that,” he replied, pulling off his shirt.

“Like you wouldn’t eat out a girl if you had the chance. It’s the same concept, and could be good practice for the future,” I scoffed, teasing him by using the same logic he offered to justify fingering me. “But I know you aren’t going to rim me. I do think we should hop in the shower first, though.”

“Together?” Noah asked, sounding surprised at my suggestion.

I looked at him. “Dude, your sperm is literally going to be dripping out of me in a few minutes. I think we’re past being shy or modest. We’ve seen each other naked tons of times, and it’ll smell better if we’re freshly showered. Besides, why waste time and water by doing it separately?”

Noah, still fully hard, shrugged and pulled down his underwear. “Okay, whatever you think is best. I’ll get it warm.”

I don’t think Noah and I have bathed together since we were six or seven. I vaguely recall doing it somewhat often when we were little, but it’s definitely been a while.

Most of the time, my mouth is wrapped around his dick, and that’s what I focus on. Walking behind him is interesting. His butt is intriguing. Still smooth and unblemished, but bigger. If Spence is a 1 and Craig a 5, Cam and I are probably a 2 or 2.5 and Noah like a 3 or 3.5. I don’t even know if that makes any sense, but hopefully you know what I mean.

Noah extended his hand to check the temperature before hopping in. I jumped in behind him.

As we soaped up, I asked if he just wanted to take a quick shower or have some fun while we’re in here.

“What do you mean?” Noah asked.

I decided to show him, and took his left nipple into my mouth. He’s about a head taller than me so the angle wasn’t too bad. He gasped as I nibbled on it, before moving to suck on his right.

I moved my soapy hand to his butt and started rubbing his crack, finding a seemingly-smooth hole, and lathered it up.

“What are you doing? That’s an exit only, so don’t try to loosen me up.”

I took my mouth off his nipple and kneeled. “Just making sure you’re clean.” I began to slurp on his dick and he almost bent over to go further into my mouth.

“That feels great, but be careful or I’ll cum right now.”

I stopped, just planning to give him a few slurps to make a point. “No, you won’t. Turn around.”

“What? Why? Don’t finger me.”

“Relax. I promise I won’t. Now turn around.”

It was interesting, being a little more dominant and having Noah listen to whatever I said. But, he’s new to this and I have a few months under my belt. He listened.

I spread his cheeks and looked, for the first time, at his hole. It was a darker pink than any other boys I’ve seen, but still smooth. If there was any hair, it was fine, sparse, and unnoticeable. I wasn’t sure, since his armpits have become relatively hairy the last couple of months.

I buried my face, confident he was freshly washed. His pucker flinched as my tongue did its thing. Noah practically yelped in pleasure. I recall Cam rimming him in the hot tub a few weeks ago and he seemed to enjoy it, fleeting as it was.

“That’s nice,” he managed to spit out. I grabbed his dick with my hand as I swirled my tongue around.

I continued for another minute or so, and could tell he was enjoying it because he kept leaning back further into me.

I pulled back and stood up. “See, eating a boy out is no big deal. Feels kinda good, huh?”

Noah turned around and nodded. “Yeah. But I’m afraid I’d puke if I tried.”

“I know, and I’m not asking you to do that, but it isn’t gross if you’re clean,” I explained. “And it is the same technique you’d use for a girl.” Come to think of it, eating a girl would probably make ME puke!

“I guess. But girls don’t shit out of their pussy.”

“Yeah, they just piss out of it. And bleed for a week.” I had him there. He didn’t have a retort.

“Here, put your hand on my butt and spread my cheeks a little. Touch my hole.”

Reluctantly, Noah complied. His touch wasn’t exactly gentle, but it wasn’t aggressive, either. I’m just trying to get him past his initial trepidation.

“It feels so tight.”

“Exactly. Which is why you need to open me up.”

As Noah rubbed his fingers around my crack, I leaned into him. My erection pushed against his thigh.

“Whoa. Put that thing away.”

“It's just a boner. You have one, too.” I grazed it for good measure.

“Yeah, but the difference is you’re turned on by mine.”

I decided to have a little fun. If he reacts badly I’ll back off, but I decided to gyrate my hip slightly so it rubbed against him harder.

“I’m not asking you to suck it, but you’re telling me you’ve never been curious what another penis feels like? You touch your own all the time. Try grabbing it to compare.”

Noah took a deep breath and grasped his fist around me. He slowly jerked it a few times.

“See, that isn’t so bad. What does it feel like?”

“It’s hotter than I expected. And, um, small.”

I feigned offense. “Hey, not all of us are speeding through puberty like you.”

Noah blushed. “Sorry, I wasn’t trying to sound mean. It’s just been a while since I’ve felt one that’s this, um, skinny.”

“It's fine. I don’t care,” I responded. “I’m still growing, and don’t think five inches is anything to be ashamed of.”

“Craig probably liked it, huh?”

This was a very surreal moment, and not one I’m sure I want to explore. I didn’t respond. Noah gave me a few more half-hearted jerks. “Can I stop now?”

He’s desperately eager for me to get him off, but he’s so helplessly straight he can’t enjoy giving me any pleasure. I guess that would be gay.

“Yeah, let’s finish up. I wanna get fucked.”

***

Dried off and back in his room, I walked to my pile of clothes to grab the lube from my shorts pocket. I tossed it to him (I ran into Craig’s house on the way home from the bus stop to grab it). I jumped onto his bed and lay on my back with my butt just on the edge. I pulled my legs back to expose myself.

“What do I do exactly?” Noah asked as he walked on his knees towards me. 

“Just squirt a little lube on my hole,” I instructed.

The cool gel made my pucker constrict. I immediately used a finger to smear it around. “Now you do it. Start with one finger, and then add another.”

Noah did as directed before finally, slowly pushing a finger inside. I could sense some reluctance. I moaned to give him some positive feedback. “Hmmm, yeah,” I murmured. I wasn’t feeling any pleasure yet, and he wasn’t anywhere near my magic button, but I want to build his confidence. “Deeper.”

“It’s so warm,” he commented. I’m not sure what he was expecting. This shouldn’t be a revelation. 

“Of course. Just think how good it will feel when it’s your dick and not just a finger,” I suggested, trying to build his arousal.

He pushed until his finger could go no further. “This isn’t so bad,” he said. 

“Now push up, towards my balls. Like bend your finger a little and tickle,” I instructed. I want him to find my prostate. It feels so good to have it pushed on.

He probed for a couple seconds before he noticed it. “What the fuck is that?” he asked. “Did you swallow a walnut or something?” Straight boys are so clueless about their own bodies.

“No, that’s my prostate. You have one, too. And…. ooohh, it feels amazing when it’s massaged. It’s why getting fucked feels so mind-blowing.” A string of precum oozed from my cock. “See, you’re making me leak; keep rubbing it.”

“Wow. Who knew?” He seemed fascinated by watching my dick twitch and the fluid build as he worked my hole.

I rolled my eyes and laughed. “Yup. Be sure to hit that with your dick,” I teased. Like he could miss.

“Okay,” he answered eagerly, removing his finger.

“Not yet dude! I can’t go from one finger to that monster!” I love complimenting his cock size. I swear his chest pumps up every time I say something like that. “Your dick is at least two fingers thick.”

“Oh yeah, I forgot.” 

Noah added some more lube and another finger as he slowly stretched my ass. Eventually, without prompting, he added a third finger. That stung a little, but I appreciate his initiative and thoroughness.

“Are you ready to split me open?” I asked seductively.

Noah wiped his fingers on his crusty garmuc, which he pulled out from under his bed. It reminded me of when Craig found it and sniffed it, which made me laugh. That was short lived, though, as Noah eagerly lined up his throbbing cock and was pushing against me.

My ass resisted at first, but then gave way, with most of his rigidness crashed into me all at once. “Oh gawwwwd,” I moaned as my eyes rolled to the back of my head. I wrapped my legs around his torso. He lay atop me pushing in, his breathing already quickening.

“God this feels so good. I wanna fuck the shit out of you,” he said, an intense look in his eyes. “Well, not literally,” he added, laughing.

“I want this to last,” I told him. “Take it easy. Give it to me, but then back off. I need a good, long fuck. It’s also probably the last one you’ll get for a while, so make the best of it and focus on building up your stamina.”

Noah listens well. He’s coachable. 

He rode me face to face for several minutes, going at a hard pace for a few seconds at a time. Then we moved onto our sides, with him fucking me from behind with my top leg raised to give him access. That’s a position I haven’t experienced much, and it was really good. 

We finished on the floor, with me on my knees, my head buried in his musty carpet, which was simultaneously degrading and hot. I need to remind him to vacuum. He practically screamed as he pumped me full of his early eighth grade load. I love being fucked, but being cummed in is something else. It makes me feel powerful and primal.

I jerked myself off as he was coming to a climax. I added my seed to his already crusty garmuc, which was still on the floor. It might be dirty, but there’s something kind of erotic about sharing a cum rag. He cums in me, I cum on what he uses to clean his loads up when I’m not around.

“You’re going to need to wash that thing. Or throw it away and start a new one.” We both laughed.

It occurred to me that if he does decide to toss it, I might save it for Craig. He’d appreciate the gesture, right?

Noah was still catching his breath as we got dressed. “Thanks Max. I needed that,” he said, offering me a hug of all things.

***

We finished just in time, as Adam came home early. Had Noah lasted another 10 minutes, it might have been disastrous. Though, we hopefully would have heard the garage door. At least, I think we would have.

I didn’t stay long. I could already feel Noah’s jizz starting to ooze out, and I need to shower before going to the barber. I rushed over to Craig’s and ran upstairs. Well, ‘run’ might be an exaggeration. I am a little tender. Noah wasn’t exactly gentle once he got going.

*** End of Chapter 43 ***

Author’s notes:

This chapter got a little long on us and we still didn’t get to the place we thought we were ending! Hopefully it was still engaging. The next chapter should come out faster.

As always, feedback and comments are much appreciated: craigpwriter888@tutanota.com