Max’s Awakening #44

By craigpwriter888@tutanota.com and J

Author’s notes:

This chapter picks up where we left off - Max going back to Craig’s after having just enjoyed an intense after school fuck with his best friend, Noah.

Chapter 44

I jumped into the shower at Craig’s.  Some barber shops wash your hair before they cut it, but I’m not sure whether Craig’s salon will.  I need to shower, anyway.  I don’t think it’s particularly noticeable, but I’d rather Craig hears about Noah and I fucking from me, and not figure it out based on the smell.  I don’t even know if that’s a real thing, but I always feel like there’s an aroma after getting fucked. 

The hot water soothed my hole, which is tender after being pummeled by Noah’s cock.  It also let me get rid of his load.  We have a short practice on Friday and I didn’t need jizz leaking out of me while I’m on the bars.  That was unpleasant and embarrassing when it happened a few weeks ago.  It’s bad enough I’m already a little sore.

Craig’s barber was really cool.  He talked me into cutting the sides shorter than normal.  I got a tight fade, with the bottom getting shaved at zero.  I took more off the top as well.  It’s normally long and flowing up there, but now it just kind of spikes up.  He even put some gel in it.  Honestly, it's shorter than I normally get but I like it more than I thought I would.  I’ll be surprised if Cam doesn’t take my ass right on the gym floor.

It had the bonus effect of pleasing Craig.  He didn’t pressure me, but I know he likes shorter hair on boys.  I wouldn’t say he was checking me out, but he definitely smiled when he saw the finished product.

It’s not like I’m trying to entice him, but doing my hair how he prefers is a little thing I can do for him while he’s still attracted to me.  I know that sounds stupid, but he does so much for me that I can never pay back, so if I can make him smile, it’s worth it.  Besides, it’s good to change your look every now and then, right?

***

Cam loved the haircut, which isn’t surprising since it’s almost the same style he gets.  My side fade is shorter, though.  He joked that it would be difficult to concentrate now that I’ve turned him on.  I did notice a slight bulge, which of course Spencer pointed out.  He’s like a bloodhound when it comes to sniffing out erections. 

I promised we would FaceTime before bed.  “Are you sure Noah didn’t wear you out earlier?”

“How did you know?” I asked, after a slight pause.  Did my shower not erase the funk?  Did Noah text him details?

Cam grinned.  “Just a guess.  I mean you were together, home alone.  He’s almost as horny as Spence.”

“Oh,” I replied.  “I thought he might have told you or something.”

“Nope, but I’ll get the details from one of you.  Right now, we better finish our drills.”

I’m so glad he’s cool with everything.  But, why wouldn’t he be?  He enjoys Noah’s cock as much as I do.  Well, maybe not quite as much.  Cam does prefer topping and he doesn’t have the history with Noah like I do, so I don’t think it’s as intense for him. 

Honestly, I’m sure what he’s really hoping for is to convince Noah to take it up the butt.  I can just hear him pointing out how obviously enjoyable it is, and he wasn’t sure about doing anything with us at first and now he enjoys it.  At this point, Cam seems so chill about everything I half-wonder whether he’d really care if I did stuff with Craig again.  Although, Craig seemed pretty content with Bob pounding away on him, so maybe he doesn’t need me.  I still can’t believe we walked in on them doing that!

***

Craig asked on the way home if I could manage chilling at the house alone and put myself to bed.  He knows I’m old enough, but I think he also understands how much I value our cuddle time and bedtime talks.  It’s nice he took the time to make sure I was okay with it, and I assured him that I’m a big boy now who would figure it out.  I think he was worried for a second that I was offended, but I gave him a big hug and whispered in his ear that Cam and I have plans.

Apparently, some friends of theirs wanted to meet for a drink at a nearby wine bar.  Of course, that works perfectly since I want to have a naughty FaceTime with Cam.  We can get off without having to worry about Kim overhearing.  I wanna hear his high-pitched moans as he cums. 

We picked up Chipotle on the way home, then Craig and Kim changed into nice clothes and took off — but not before she made a fuss over how “handsome” and “grown up” I look with my fresh cut.  She teased that she hopes Cam isn’t the jealous type because he might have competition when I show up to school Monday.  I blushed and Craig quickly changed the subject.

I killed some time watching YouTube until Cam could retreat to his room.  It’s funny, we had digital sex the night of our very first date, but we’ve hardly done it since.  Sure, we’ve snapped some enticing pictures and shared back and forth, and even taken a video clip here and there during our romps, but we haven’t had a full cam-sex session in forever.  I jerked with Jamie and we put on a show for Liam at the cabin, but nothing just for us.  I guess when you can get the real thing it’s less of a priority, but I have to admit, the idea is exciting.  It’s something different… and now with Kim and Craig gone, I can be as loud as I want. 

Well, assuming Cam has his ear buds in, anyway.

***

Once we connected, Cam directed a lot of the action.  He immediately told me to get naked and start tweaking my nipples.

“Show me your boy pussy.  I wanna see how bad Noah wrecked it,” he commanded.  When I did, I stretched my cheeks and rubbed the hole a little for dramatic effect.  “Fuck yeah, babe.  He did you good.  It’s so hot he can finally see how awesome you feel.  But if I say no more access, it doesn’t happen anymore.  Your ass belongs to me and I decide who gets to fuck it.  Understood?”

Hell yeah.  I love when Cam is bossy and acts dominant. 

I know I tend to be more sexually submissive, but it’s not like I enjoy being abused or demeaned.  With Cam, I know he’s just role playing and it’s safe.  If I say stop, he will.  He would never be mean or scary like Chad, so it’s fun and enjoyable because we’re just pretending.  I think it makes him feel sexy and like a grown up when he says those things.

“Yes sir.  It’s yours, always,” I squeaked.  I realized how high-pitched my voice sounded when I said that.  He grinned wickedly. 

“Good.  Now tell me how much you wish I were there to fuck you for real,” he growled.

So, I cried like a horny little bitch about how my finger just wasn’t as good as his cock as I began to penetrate myself.  While true, if I’m being totally honest, it is very similar.  Cam’s boner is just slightly thicker and a little longer than my middle finger, so while it’s definitely not as good as being fucked by his dick, it is fairly comparable in size. 

I did most of the talking while Cam teased me by keeping his underwear on.  It was his way of reminding me he’s in charge and whatever I’m doing is for his arousal or gratification.  When he finally stripped, his cock was so hard it was twitching and leaking.  I wanted so badly to feel its familiarity in my mouth, to taste his sweaty balls, to feel my tongue quiver as I rim his smooth hole.

I told Cam I wished I could suck him.  He joked that I should try to suck myself as a substitute.  I tried, and realized I was only a couple inches from being able to lick the tip.  “Oh shit man, that’s close,” Cam commented.  “If you had some leverage, I bet you could do it.”

I'm flexible, so I bet he’s right.  I wonder why it’s never occurred to me before?  I moved to the floor and flung my feet up over my head.  I realized if I could hook my feet under something, I might be able to do it.  The bed frame would do.

With my feet secured, I was able to pull myself up… and bam, I was soon swirling the head of my cock with my tongue.  Unfortunately, it was uncomfortable.  The strain in my back was distracting from any pleasure.  It’s definitely better to lay back and let Cam do the work.

“That’s so fucking hot.  I can see your butt twitch.  God, I wish I could eat you out while you do that,” Cam commented, before pausing.  “But don’t hurt yourself.  Coach would flip his shit if you missed a meet because you were trying to suck yourself.”  

That thought made me cringe but also laugh.  Can you imagine having to explain the situation?  Like sorry coach, I bet it’ll be easier when I grow more, don’t be too mad at Cam.  I doubt that scenario is in the coaching manual. 

“Yeah,” I replied, relaxing.  “It’s not very enjoyable being all contorted like this.”

“You can still shoot into your mouth.  That would be awesome.”

“You want me to?”

“Fuck yeah.  Then I’ll do the same for you.”

Our foreplay has gone on for a while, so it didn’t take much concentration or many strokes for me to cum.  My cock hovering a few inches above my face looked like an incoming missile.  When it released its payload, about half went into my mouth, the rest landing across my face. 

“Let’s go!  That’s hot as fuck!” Cam commented.  “Don’t be wasteful.  You have plenty of jizz left to eat.”

I did my best to pull in what I could with my tongue, but eventually had to scoop the remnants with my finger.  It surprised me how clear it looked.  I mean it isn’t like my loads are super white or milky, but I guess cumming earlier with Noah made this load even less ready because it seems thinner than normal. 

Cam immediately moved to his floor and repeated my show, though his aim was better.  Most of his jizz landed on his outstretched tongue. 

Satisfied, we both said our good nights and signed off.

***

I had just finished washing my face when I got a text from Noah.

Noah:  FML! 

Me: ?

Noah: Jackson heard us earlier

Me: you mean…

Noah: when I was fucking you, yeah.  He forgot his school ID for the game and came in through the front door, so we didn’t hear the garage.  He just asked if I was ‘gay or what’

Me: what did you tell him

Noah:  what do you mean?  I told him no.  duh

Me: what did he say

Noah:  Can I just call you?

Me:  just come over… Craig and Kim are gone

Noah was at the door in a flash, and it occurred to me that under different circumstances (and had I not just jerked off), this would have been a bonus opportunity.  Unfortunately, I can see the worry in his face.

“Dude.  You okay?”

“Yeah.  No.  I’m not sure,” he said, shaking his head.  You could tell he was out of sorts.  His face is red and he’s sweating.

“Just tell me what happened.  Was Jackson a prick?”

He seemed distracted.  “Not really, I guess.  He was just like ‘whatever.  I hope it was good bro.’  But he was also laughing, like he does when he gives me shit and holds stuff over me.”

“Maybe he’s jealous?”  I suggested.  I was only half-joking.  It wouldn’t surprise me if Jackson would fuck my ass, given the opportunity.  He was sure as hell okay with getting a blow job from me.  And he told me about his friend in middle school, although I don’t think they actually fucked.

“Yeah right.  If he tells my ‘rents, everything will go to shit.  They’ll never leave us alone again.”

“He won’t.  Trust me.”

“How the fuck do you know?”  Noah yelled, his face flushed.  “He can be a real dick sometimes, you know that.”

“Take a breath and sit down,” I advised. 

Noah plopped on the couch and gave me a look.  “What?”

“Jackson isn’t going to tell anyone anything.  It’s not like he hasn’t done stuff himself.”

“Huh?  What do you mean?”  Noah looked very confused.  I’m not even sure what I said totally registered. 

“Well for starters, I sucked him off a few months ago,” I shared.  “Just once, but still.  He asked me not to tell you, just like you didn’t want me to mention anything to him.”

“What the fuck?”  Noah asked, shocked.

“It was right after I blew you the first time.  I got up super early and ran into him in the bathroom.  We ended up talking, about me being gay and all… and he asked if I would, so I did.”

“Jackson asked?”  Noah was incredulous. 

“Yep.  Not only that, he told me he had a friend in middle school that he used to do stuff with, but their parents busted them and wouldn’t let them be friends anymore.” 

Noah seemed to be thinking.  Then his eyes widened.  “James Gunderson!  I’d totally forgotten about him.  Son of a bitch!  He used to come over all the time and was actually nice to me, which was unlike most of Jackson’s other friends.  I think you even met him a couple of times,” Noah remembered.  “So that’s what happened.  I thought he must have moved.”

“Nope.  He actually goes to Widmer with Cam, apparently,” I relayed.  “So, see why Jackson isn’t going to say shit?  He gets it.”

A look of confusion donned his face.  “So, is he like gay or bi or something?”

I rolled my eyes.  “Are you?”

“No!”  He sounded insulted that I would dare ask such a thing, oblivious to the point I was making. 

“I don’t think he is, either.  Straight guys just need to get off, right?”

“Yeah,” he sighed.

“So, relax.  Tell him what I told you if you want, but stop freaking.”

His body language did soften, but he seemed unconvinced.  “Okay, but…”

“What?”

“I think I should take a break from you and Cam for a while.”

My stomach fell.  I know it doesn’t matter and probably won’t last long, but still; I was digging Noah finally being comfortable with stuff.  We’ve always done everything together, and now we’re sharing sex, too.  I always knew it wouldn’t last forever, but I was hoping for longer than a week.  I also hate that he’s stressing about it, but decided to play it cool.

“Okay.  Suit yourself,” I replied, trying to hide my disappointment. 

“It’s just really uncomfortable with Jackson knowing, you know?  And it got me thinking about what if Ashley knew how much I was doing stuff.  I worry it will weird her out.”

“I get it, bro; it’s cool and totally up to you whether you want to keep doing stuff, but I know you enjoy it and so do I.  I think that’s just your anxiety talking,” I reassured him.  “I mean, didn’t she joke with you that you should come to me if you were horny because she wasn’t going to do anything besides make out?”

Noah perked up.  “I guess that’s true.  I mean, she was joking, but she did say I’d probably have better luck with you.  And she has mentioned what a ‘hot’ couple you and Cam make.”  He added a fake gag for effect.  There we go, he’s starting to feel better.

“I don’t really think you need to tell her since it isn’t like you have a sexual relationship yet, but I don’t think she’ll care.  She might even be relieved you aren’t pestering her for sex,” I joked.  “Maybe I’m wrong, but I don’t think you should feel guilty or ashamed or whatever.  We’re best friends and have always done everything together, right?  We've always played together, so why is this any different?  We’re just friends exploring a new part of life together and having fun like we always have.”

Noah didn’t say anything, but gave me a look.  I thought it was funny when he gave me a hug after our romp, but I could tell he needed one now, so I pulled him in. 

I sure hope this isn’t the messiness Craig was worried about with Noah.

***

I’m not sure what compelled me to do it, but I decided to send Jackson a text.  I guess I thought I might be able to tell him to back off giving Noah shit, using our encounter as leverage.

Me: Hey man.  Sorry about earlier… I hope we didn’t gross you out.

Jackson: all good dude.  It was more funny than anything.  At first I thought Noah had his girl over.  No offense but you sounded like a chick moaning

I could feel my face blush.  Whatever.  It’s not like my voice won’t ever change.  At least Jackson seems legit chill about it.

Me: Oh lol no.  She’s not the type to do that so fast

Jackson: good… not sure how I’d feel about my lil bro getting a girl before me

Me: Ha.  he still might 

Jackson:  don’t remind me

Me: so Noah is kinda freaking out

Jackson: about?

Me: he’s afraid you’ll say something to your rents

Jackson: wtf?  I wouldn't 

Me: that’s what I told him

Jackson: he believe you?

Me: I think so… at least after I told him about our bj and your friend 

Jackson: max!!!!  seriously?!

Me: it seems only fair that he knows.  It did help him chill

Jackson:  I guess… but I only got sucked by you once.  From the sounds of things he’s getting a lot more

He added the emoji with the tongue sticking out.  And of the peach.  He thinks he’s funny.

Me: you almost sound jealous

Jackson:  maybe I am… a little

I wasn’t sure how to take Jackson’s comment.  He’s probably joking.  Or is he?  I’d never considered giving my ass up to him.  If I hadn’t just had an amazing cum with Cam, I think I’d be boning up thinking about it.  And possibly invite him over since the house is empty. 

Me: I don’t remember you being little at all

Jackson: lol maybe not compared to guys your age.  I remember how small I still felt in eighth grade 

Me:  meh I’m average.  Noah is big

Jackson: it’s a reed men trait lol 

Me: so did you and James ever…

Jackson: I tried sucking him a time or two but stopped after a little bit.  I never enjoyed it like he did 

Me: so you never went all the way 

Jackson: he wanted to but I thought that was too gay.  he almost convinced me to try but his parents caught on before we could.  They lost their shit and our friendship was over

I was lost with what to say next.  It’s interesting he’s sharing more with me, but Noah is who should hear about it.  Plus, it feels weird with him alluding to wanting to fuck me.  I decided it was best to sign off.  I’d gotten the reassurance from Jackson that he isn’t going to rat out Noah.  That’s all I wanted.

Me: I need to crash.  Please tell Noah you’ll keep our secret … so he’s not spazzing?

Jackson:  I will… gn Max.

***

I woke up to a text from Noah.  He reported everything is cool with Jackson and that they actually stayed up late talking.  “I’ll tell you more when I can…” he offered.  The text was sent at like 3:18 in the morning.

I was thumbing through my phone when Craig tapped on my door. 

“Want to grab breakfast?”  he asked.  “Kim wants to sleep in, but I thought we could get a real meal before we pick your mom up at the airport.  I told her I would save her the cab fare.”

“Great,” I replied, patting the bed to invite him to sit.  “Can Noah come too?”  I really want to know more about Noah and Jackson’s conversation.

“Of course,” Craig answered.  He looked surprised I’d bother asking, and took his phone from his pocket and started tapping away.

“Since you weren't here to tuck me in last night, can we, um, you know…”  I trailed off.  I'm not sure why, but I feel sheepish all of a sudden.  It isn’t like I’m embarrassed about digging Craig Cuddles, but it feels thirsty asking.

Craig smiled but didn’t say a word.  Instead, he shifted up on the bed so he was leaning against the pillows.  I was just in my underwear, but immediately leaned my head against his chest and he put his arm around me from behind, gently rubbing my left arm and shoulder.

“Thanks.  This is nice,” I said, nuzzling him slightly while he stroked my hair with his other hand.  “How was the bar?”

“It was fine.  Kim… really enjoyed herself, which is one reason she doesn’t want to join us.”  Craig responded.  “What about you?  Did you do anything fun or just play on your phone all night?”

I looked up at him and grinned.  “Well, Cam and I had a nice call, then Noah came over, and I texted with Jackson some.”

Craig raised his eyebrows.  “Max…”

“It wasn’t like that.  Well, okay, Cam and I did sexy stuff but Noah and I didn’t do anything,” I tried to explain.  “I mean we did, but that was after school, not when he came over last night.  He was upset and I was trying to calm him down.”

Craig looked concerned.  “Why was he agitated?”  He didn’t even react to my mention of after-school sex.

“Well… you know he’s discovered a butt feels better than a mouth, so he gave it to me pretty good right after school,” I began, pausing.  Sometimes I expect Craig to tell me I’m sharing too much and to stop, but he just nodded.  When I resumed, my voice was smaller.  “And Jackson overheard us.”

Craig tensed, but stayed calm.  “Max, we’ve discussed how many times about being considerate and discreet?  You know not to do anything sexual in common areas.”  I wonder whether I bother sharing at all.  Maybe I should just keep it to myself?

“I know!”  I protested.  “I promise we were in his room with the door shut.  It’s not like he fucked me over the kitchen table!”

I saw the hint of a smirk on his face.  I think the thought of Noah bending me over the counter was a fun visual for him.  “So, what happened?”

“I guess Jackson forgot something and came home to grab it.  He used the front door instead of the garage so we didn’t hear him come in.  I don’t know if he heard me moaning or Noah’s dirty talk or just sex sounds, but he teased Noah and asked if he’s gay and it freaked him out.”

Craig looked worried but didn’t say anything.

“I calmed him down when he came over, and he sent me a text in the middle of the night saying they were cool,” I explained.  “I told Jackson he needed to do damage control and he promised he would.  I don’t know anything more than that.”  I decided not to share about Jackson’s own experimenting or whatever you’d call his same-sex experiences in middle school.

“Maybe we’ll find out at breakfast, if he comes.  He hasn’t answered my text,” Craig stated.  “It’s pretty early for Saturday.  Maybe you should go wake him up and see if he wants to join.”

I sighed.  Then I whined.  “So we have to stop snuggling?”

“Unfortunately, if we want to get in before noon.  Eggy’s gets pretty busy on weekends.  Go find out if Noah is coming and I’ll call ahead to get our name on the list.”

Reluctantly, I complied and broke our embrace to get dressed.  I quickly brushed my teeth and put on a swipe of deodorant before heading over.  Eggy’s is the bomb.  At least it’s worth dragging myself away from snuggling with Craig.

Lisa greeted me at the door in her robe and gave me a hug.  “This is a nice way to start my morning.  And I like the haircut; it looks very handsome,” she offered.  “Noah is still asleep, though.”

“Yeah, I figured he was,” I replied.  “Craig sent me to wake him up and see if he wants to go to breakfast with us.”

“Good luck,” she replied, shaking her head.  “He doesn’t normally get up before noon on the weekend.  If I tried to wake him up he would bite my head off.”

***

Sure enough, he was still lying in bed, out cold.

“What the actual fuck?”  Noah barked when I launched myself onto his bed, landing next to him.

“Get up, lover!”  I joked, whispering.  Noah elbowed me and groaned.

“Craig is taking us to breakfast.”

“Right now?  I’m tired,” he complained.

“Yeah, now.  He wants us to take us to Eggy’s, and you know how crazy that gets, so c’mon.  Don’t make me wave my dick in your face to get you moving.”

“Hardee-har-har,” he answered, sitting up and wiping his eyes.

“Seriously.  I told Craig I would wake your ass up, but I also want to hear about your talk with Jackson.”

“Oh yeah,” he replied, looking around the room, for what I’m not sure.  “Hold on.  I gotta piss.”

He climbed out of bed, his hard-on obvious in his PJs.  You truly can hear everything through the wall between his room and the bathroom.  The sound of every squirt of his stream hitting the porcelain was amusing.

“What time is it, anyway?”  he mumbled as he returned.

“A little before nine.”

“Seriously?”  Noah fumed.  “You’re fucking with my rule where my ass doesn’t move before 11 on Saturday.”

“You’ll survive.  Take a nap later or something,” I shrugged.  “Besides, I’m hungry and Craig’s buying.  You can’t skip out on a free restaurant breakfast.  You were just saying yesterday that’s a rare treat.” 

“True,” he answered, flopping back onto the bed as he pulled on a shirt.  “I’ll shower later.”  I texted Craig that we’ll be over in a few.

***

Noah gave his parents good morning hugs and they cracked a joke about being previously unaware he was capable of being vertical this early on a weekend. 

Craig was waiting in the car.  As we piled into the backseat, he and Noah exchanged pleasantries.

“So, you and Jackson talked?  Everything’s cool?”  I asked.

Noah nodded as Craig backed out of the driveway.  “Beyond cool,” he began.  “I don’t think I’ve had a good conversation with him for years and then last night, it was like… I don’t know, we laid it all out.  Told each other everything.  It was one of the best talks we’ve ever had.  He even slept in my bed, like we used to do when we were little.”

“That’s awesome,” I exclaimed.  I’m happy for him.  He deserves to have a good big brother. 

“Yeah.  It’s funny, I was starting to worry we’d get older and not ever talk, but after last night, it’s like we’re tight again.”

“That’s good,” Craig encouraged.  “I think siblings often reconnect when they reach your age.  Emma and Rachel sure did.  They were practically enemies for a while, but when they got to high school, they became closer.”

Noah nodded.  I decided to push forward.  “I think sharing secrets can do that.  I mean, that’s happened with all of us,” I suggested.  “So, what did you talk about?”

Noah gave me a death stare, clearly transmitting the message of ‘not here, not now.’  

“Relax,” I told him.  “I already told Craig what’s going on.  You know he knows everything about us.”

“Oh,” Noah answered.  “Sorry.”  I’m not sure what he was apologizing for exactly.

“So, your talk,” I probed.  “What did you discuss?”

Noah grinned.  “Well, for starters… your ass!”  His desire to be coy sure didn’t last long.

Craig spit out his coffee.  “I beg your pardon?”

“Yeah.  He wanted to know what it felt like,” Noah answered, laughing. 

I couldn’t help but blush, and I think Craig almost needed to pull over. 

“When we were texting, he joked he might want to find out for himself, but I wasn’t sure how to take that.”

“Well, he probably would.  Just not while I’m around, please — and I don’t need to know details.” 

I saw Craig shaking his head in apparent disbelief.  “Max, I know this probably sounds rich coming from me, but don’t feel compelled to offer yourself to every willing erection.”

“Fair,” I acknowledged, before turning back to Noah.  “I informed Jackson I told you about sucking him months ago.  He wasn’t happy at first.”

“Wait, what?  You and Jackson?”  Craig interjected. 

“Craig, I told you before I had secrets I never told anyone when you worried I couldn’t keep my mouth shut.”  I giggled at my own inadvertent pun. 

At this point, Noah seemed completely unfazed by Craig’s presence.  The difference a couple of minutes can make!

 “Yeah.  He was embarrassed at first, but then he told me all about the stuff he and James did in middle school.  I couldn’t fucking believe it.”

“That he messed around with another boy?”  I asked.  “Why?  You do.”

I could feel the car swerve slightly.  I think poor Craig is having a hard time with all of these developments.

“Well yeah, that shocked me, but he also told me Dad talked with him about what happened with James after they were caught,” Noah relayed, cringing.  “He said it was the most mortifying moment of his life.  I guess James’s parents lost it and his dad called, completely pissed.”

“Oh damn,” I replied.  Considering some of the awkward conversations I’ve had recently with various adults, I can only imagine how brutal that would be. 

Also, I’m pretty sure Craig is close to hyper-ventilating.  He’s trying to act normal, but I know him.  He’s dying to know more.

“Apparently dad was chill.  He told Jackson it was no big deal for young guys to experiment at our age and how he thought James’s parents were making a big deal out of nothing.  He told Jackson he did stuff like that when he was a boy, too,” Noah shared.  “I couldn’t believe it.  I never pictured Dad doing anything remotely gay.  I wonder if Mom knows about that?  Jackson said Dad told him that he didn’t bother to tell her the full scoop with James.”

Wow.  So that’s three for three amongst Reed men.  Maybe there’s a genetic predisposition to being open to same-sex experiences even if you’re hopelessly heterosexual?  Could it be that many boys experiment but no one ever talks about it? 

By this point, Craig seemed completely bewildered.  I know I can’t actually see his face from the backseat, but trust me, he’s totally thrown by all of this.  It’s a small miracle we didn’t have an accident. 

“Well, it’s not really gay, right?”  I suggested.

Noah smirked.  “Right.  Just getting off with a buddy.”

“Cool.  I’m so glad you guys talked,” I encouraged.  “So, you’re not worried anymore, right?”

“No, it’s all good.  I haven’t felt this close to Jackson ever.  It’s nice.  I don’t know why we didn’t talk like that before, but we both promised to hang out more,” Noah explained, beaming.  “Shit… I might even miss him when he goes to college.”

***

Compared to our discussion in the car, the conversation at breakfast was tame (which is good).  Delving into my sex life would have been tricky in a crowdy, noisy restaurant.  We talked about our plans for the day.  I’m shopping with Cam of course, and Noah is helping Ashley babysit while her parents have a dinner party. 

Craig was doing yard work.  Lucky him.  I should offer to help, but I need to spend time with Mom before I run off with Cam.

Mostly, we talked about the trip to Europe.  Noah made sure of that.  I think Craig might be more excited about the trip than either Noah or I, which made me feel better should he end up helping to pay for me.  I’m still dreading addressing it all with Mom.

***

The restaurant is close to the airport, so we didn’t bother to go home before picking up Mom.  Craig looked up her flight status and saw that it’s actually early, so the timing worked out really well.

Craig found a spot near the curb and I went inside to meet her as she came out of security.  She wasn’t expecting to see me, and the smile on her face when she did was huge.  She gave me a bear hug, even lifting me up.

“I’m glad you’re home, Mommy.”  Wow, that just sort of came out.  Whatever, she’s happy, I’m happy, I don’t care. 

“Your hair looks great!” she exclaimed.  “I love it.”

“Thanks,” I replied.  “I like it and so does Cam.  Short is nice.  Craig talked me into it.”

“I’m glad.  It was getting pretty shaggy, but I didn’t want to hassle you about it,” she offered.  “He’s such a good influence,” she added while running her fingers through my hair. 

We found Craig’s car and I loaded her bag into his trunk.  Mom was excited to see Noah.  “I didn’t realize a whole entourage would be here.”

“We decided to have breakfast at Eggy’s,” Craig explained. 

***

Craig turned to drop off Noah.  Mom seemed confused, but I see what Craig is doing.  He wants to talk to Mom about the trip and thought it might take a while. 

“I know you’re eager to get home, but someone forgot to pack this morning.  Besides, it will give you a chance to say hello to Kim,” he explained.  “Assuming she’s moving by now.  She had a few last night,” Craig added more quietly, directly to her.  I was so focused on waking up Noah that I totally forgot to gather my things. 

“Her and I both.  Once we finally resolved everything last night, the whole team went to happy hour on the director’s dime.  It was nice, but the alarm came early.”

***

“Laters,” I told Noah as we unloaded.  “Good luck tonight,” I offered with a fist bump.

“Have fun… shopping,” Noah replied, laughing.  I bet he assumes Cam and I will sneak away and get frisky, but not in public or with his mother around.  I know we did it on the beach at the lake, and Bob and Craig saw, but it was basically secluded and totally different.  Even that was uncomfortable, but it felt kind of justified since we caught them doing the same thing and Cam was pissed.  With his mom around, it’s not going to happen.

Kim was awake but still on the couch, before rising to greet Mom.  They talked while I quickly collected my things.  It sucks leaving Craig’s; I really do love staying here.  I made sure to tuck the Europe trip paper into my backpack.

***

When we got to our house, Craig shut off the car and walked toward the trunk.  “I can manage my own bag,” Mom complained.

“I’m sure,” he answered.  “But there’s something we need to discuss if you have a moment.”

Mom turned to look at me, alarmed.  “What happened?” she pressed.

“Nothing’s wrong,” Craig assured her.  “Max has been exemplary.”

I knew Mom was confused.  We all sat in the living room.  “Max, would you like to start?”

“Yes sir,” I answered nervously.  I hoped he would begin, but since he put me on the spot, I turned to face Mom.  “It’s about that trip to Europe next summer.  Noah really wants me to go.”

“Yes, of course.  Did they find more chaperones?”

“Yeah, me,” Craig answered.  “I’ve been suckered into it.  Which means Max can go for sure, even if others are ahead of him on the waitlist.”

“That’s so nice of you Craig, but why do I feel like there’s a catch?”

I found the form and handed it to her.  She skimmed it and looked up, confused.

“Max is concerned about the cost,” Craig explained on my behalf.  “It’s listed near the top.”

Mom looked again and hesitated.  “I see.  It’s about what I expected, maybe a little more.  Is it all due now?”

“Just the first payment,” I replied.  “But if it’s too much, I don’t have to go.  I know you’re already paying a ton for gymnastics.”

“That’s true, honey,” she answered.  “But this is a great opportunity.  We’ll figure out a way.”  Her words were comforting, but her tone was not.  I can tell deep down she’s worried. 

“Kim and I were talking,” Craig began.  “We’re happy to help…”

Mom bristled.  “Craig, that’s so generous, but we could never accept your offer.  You’ve already taken him to Mexico and are literally chaperoning so he can go,” she replied, cutting him off.  “I would have volunteered myself if I could have gotten off work, but the summer months are our busiest time.  And I think someone would rather not have his mother along.  Lisa got that message loud and clear from Noah.” 

The pit in my stomach lurched down, but Craig smiled.  I don’t want her to feel like I don’t want her to come, even if there’s some truth to it.  And if she refuses Craig’s offer, I don’t see how I go.

“I understand, and figured that would be your reaction.  Because I get to go for free, I don’t mind paying some to help defray the cost for Max.”  He paused to take a breath.  “But since I know it’s also about principle, I have a suggestion.”

I wasn’t sure where he was going with this, but Mom is intrigued.  “I’m all ears.”

“Well, Max isn’t a little boy anymore.  I think he’s old enough to work for it,” Craig began.  He shifted his gaze from Mom to me.  “It’ll be a more meaningful experience for him and develop prosocial habits if he has a stake in the process and works hard to earn the privilege of going.”

Mom nodded.  “What did you have in mind?”

“Well, I was thinking Max could help with chores and projects around the house.  Things like raking leaves, mowing, shoveling snow, minor repairs, cleaning things out — that sort of thing.  Kim’s mom’s place also needs some serious work this fall.  He can be my assistant,” Craig explained.  He’s definitely thought about this, so I’m surprised he didn’t clue me in to the angle he’d take with her.  “I was going to propose the same thing to Lisa and Adam.  Noah is able-bodied and should work off some of his expenses, as well.”

“I love it,” Mom exclaimed, smiling widely.  “What do you think, Max?  Are you willing to commit to having a good attitude and work ethic, no matter what you’re asked to do?  I don’t want Craig to ever deal with any whining.”  

More Craig time?  Oh, hell yes.  I bet I can spend the night some, too.

Also, I couldn’t help but laugh on the inside.  If only Craig would ask me to do what I want him to.  Okay, yeah, it’s still a bad idea because I don’t want to hurt Cam or put Craig at risk, but still: Mom would have a stroke if she realized how her words could be interpreted.  ‘No matter what you’re asked to do.’  Surely Craig picked up on it, too.  I know how his mind works.  He always ‘goes there.’  Hell, don’t all guys?

“Of course!  Craig does so much for me, I’m happy to do whatever.  Helping him with chores is usually even fun.”

Kim often teases Craig about his overly-ambitious projects, so I’m guessing between that and scheduling conflicts with gymnastics, the amount of work I end up doing will be minimal.  Not that I’m being lazy, honest!  I’d give my left nut to go on this trip and spending more time with and helping Craig is truly a bonus, even if some grunt work is involved.

***

Mom was clearly exhausted and seemed relieved to be home.  Thankfully, she appears to be happy with the arrangements to pay for Europe.  I’m sure she and Craig will discuss details later, but it seems settled and that’s good — now I can finally get excited about actually going.

“What’s on your agenda for the rest of the weekend?”  she asked after Craig left.

I was nervous to bring up going shopping with Cam, but it turned out fine.  She explained how much she’s looking forward to soaking in the tub and going to bed early.  “We can do something tomorrow, just the two of us.”

“Perfect,” I answered, giving her a hug.  I was worried she would have her feelings hurt that I was running off with Cam mere hours after she finally got home, but it sounds like she’ll appreciate a quiet night alone. 

Until it was time for Cam, I made a point to hang out downstairs instead of retreating to my room.  Mom splayed out on the couch, watching TV, so I curled up next to her.  She seemed to like that.  She recorded The Voice on the DVR so I half-watched that with her while surfing on my phone (of the shows she likes to watch, that one is at least bearable.  The Bachelor is so cringe!).  I finalized arrangements with Cam.  They would be over about four, so I have a couple hours to spend with Mom.

I checked on Liam, who is riding high.  His team won their game and he had three receptions, including a touchdown. 

Liam: What have you heard from the lovebirds?

Me: Huh?

Liam: Jamie, Seb…

Oh shit!  How the hell did I forget they were sleeping over at Jamie’s last night?

Me: Crap.  I haven’t heard a thing!

I have to admit, that’s kind of disappointing.  I thought one of them would have sent me a Snap of some sort, but I guess I forgot to check in, too.  With all of Noah and Jackson’s drama, I forgot all about Jamie and Seb.

I sent Jamie and Seb a message, inquiring whether they had an ‘eventful evening.’  I didn’t have to wait long for a reply. 

Jamie: It was fine

Seb: Yeah fine

Really?  ‘Fine’?  That’s all they have to say?  Coy is annoying, but then, I guess I haven’t always shared details about Cam and I, either.  But this is different.  I helped get them together!

Me: Really dudes?  I thought it was going to be mind blowing

Me: My night was better than that and all I got to do was FT with Cam and jerk off into my own mouth

Seb: LOL wow.  ok ok..it was a little better than fine.

He added a smirk emoji.

Jamie: hey last night you said it was effing amazing

Seb: Shhhh or max will get a boner

Now they’re revving up.  I figured sharing a snippet of my antics might do that.

Jamie: Really, you came in your own mouth?  Was it like dripping out?

Me: yeah, it was hot.  Cam said he wants to do it again and rim me at the same time

They’d never believe that Noah fucked me after school, but I was NOT going to share that.  He would kill me.

Seb: see Jamie I told you cum doesn’t taste bad!

Jamie: I’ve never been able to bring myself to try my own.  I always lose interest as soon as I blow

Well, well… it sounds like Seb gave Jamie a BJ.

Me: that’s normal, but it isn’t bad especially if you shoot directly in your mouth.  Tho I think Cam’s tastes better.

Jamie: I didn’t mind sucking dick.  Like that tasted fine but Seb isn’t shooting yet so I dunno about that. 

Jamie: it was kinda cool feeling his dick twitch against my tongue.  like I knew he came even though he can’t cum yet

Wow!  Now that conjures a hot image.  I can just see Seb’s face as his body buzzed with what had to be his most intense dry orgasm ever.

Seb: hey when I start cumming you’re totally swallowing.  Fair is fair 

Jamie: deal

I was a little surprised they had this discussion in our group Snap.  It was like I wasn’t there.  But, I’m glad they’re open and trusting.

Max: depending on when that is maybe you’ll get your first taste sooner from someone else

I added a winking emoji, and threw in an eggplant for good measure.

Jamie: lol are you offering?

Seb: hey no fair, me first.  I’m gay and max is hot and you’re just “confused or whatever”

So, Seb might have a crush.  As delicate as he may be socially, I need to make sure he knows it’s just boys playing around, as friends, to make each other feel good and not anything romantic like with Cam.

Jamie: I don’t think I’m very confused anymore.  I definitely like boys.  I just might like girls some too?  I dunno but I don’t think I’m straight

I replied back to Liam informing him they had fun.

Liam: How much fun?

Liam: As good as our shower at Cam’s?

Me: Sounds like it was even better, but they aren’t sharing many details

Liam: Teases!

***

Mom fell asleep on the couch before Cam arrived.  I kissed her goodbye and she stirred, quickly finding her purse and shoving $50 into my hand.  I tried telling her I don’t need anything, but she answered, “just in case.”

I know she is mortified at the thought of Cam’s mom buying me something or paying for a meal.  It would be fine if Jeanine picked up the tab for dinner — parents of friends usually do that — but I get mom’s point:  Jeanine doesn’t need to buy me clothes.  I took Mom’s money, but I totally plan to come back home with all of it.  It can pay for part of next week’s payment on the trip. 

***

As expected, shopping with Cam’s mom was a little awkward.  She kept pointing out clothes she thought were our style.  Some were, but most were way too formal.  We either wear athletic stuff like Nike or Under Armour or skater / surf looks.  The polos and button-down shirts she would point out are just not it, unless we’re forced to dress up.

Mrs.  Rice also fussed over my new haircut.  Well, to be honest she kind of fawned over me in general.  It’s like she senses Cam is still displeased with her, so she’s trying to reach him by being overly-friendly with me.  It’s a little annoying and Cam was visibly annoyed after three stores.  He pulled me to the side and was about to lose it.

I managed to calm him.  I told him I thought it was actually kind of funny and reminded him there was a time she hated my guts and thought we shouldn’t even be friends.

As we left Urban Outfitters, Cam made a point to take my hand as we walked to the food court for a snack.  Mrs.  Rice was walking beside, but slightly ahead of us, so she didn’t notice right away.

Suddenly, someone called to her from just behind us.  She turned to see her friend — and us holding hands.  The look of dread that spread across her face was unmistakable.

I thought it would be polite to separate, but Cam wouldn’t have it.  As I started to pull my hand away, he tightened his grip.  I’m not sure whether Cam is using me as a prop in his vendetta against her, if he genuinely doesn’t give a fuck at this point about showing affection in public and is just trying to be authentic, or if he’s feeling insecure and needs reassurance. 

“Jacqueline, it’s so nice to see you,” Mrs.  Rice called, jumping right past us.  I would have been happy to slink away, but Cam pulled me right up to where they were talking. 

Cam let them chat for a moment before interrupting.  “Mom, aren’t you going to introduce us?”  His tone was very polite but assertive.

“Well of course.  I’m sorry dear,” she answered, glancing again anxiously at our entwined hands.  “Jacqueline, this is my son Cam and his friend Max.  They are on the same gymnastics team.”

“Boyfriend.  She means we’re boyfriends,” Cam corrected her adamantly. 

“But you’re also friends,” she added nervously, desperately trying to save face.

I was worried they were going to get into it, which would inevitably devolve into a huge scene, but Jacqueline was unfazed.

“Wonderful!  I’m so glad you boys feel comfortable in your own skin at such a young age.  My brother was 30 before he came out.  Times have certainly changed — for the better,” she replied, smiling genuinely.  “You make an adorable couple.  How long have you been together?”

Mercifully, Mrs.  Rice relaxed and Cam loosened his grip slightly.  I know she was afraid of what her friend would think.  Now that it’s obvious Jacqueline approves, you can see her anxiety receding.

“About six months now, ma’am,” I answered.  “It’s nice to meet you.”  I turned on the charm.  Being around Cam always makes being even more polite than usual feel natural. 

With the awkwardness over, the ladies began talking about some charity thing. 

“We’re going to get some popcorn,” Cam commented, pulling me away.

He bought a bag of kettle corn to share and we sat on a bench overlooking the whole food court.  It’s a great spot for people watching.

“Did you see the look on her face?”  Cam asked, grinning.  “She was totally unnerved at first.”

“Yeah, I thought she was going to have a stroke there for a second.  We’re lucky Jacqueline isn’t a homophobe.”

“Her being gay-friendly seemed to take Mom by surprise.  She would have squirmed more if it was one of the Prim and Proper Bitches she usually hangs around.”

I shook my head.  This is a win, so why does he seem disappointed or like he wanted there to be drama?  I don’t like that.

He must have seen me frowning because he changed the subject and pointed out a very cute Asian boy about 20 feet away.  He looked to be about 12, maybe 13.

“I bet we could convince him to do stuff in the bathroom with us,” Cam said matter-of-factly.  I think he’s joking, but I honestly can’t tell for sure.

“Very funny,” I replied, rolling my eyes.  “He’s hot, but that isn’t going to happen.”  

Besides Cam possibly trying to be a bad influence, scoping boys together at the mall could be super fun.  I can just see us, Liam, Seb, Jamie, and maybe even Spencer rating every guy that passes us.  Of course, Spencer is more likely to go up and offer someone his butt, so maybe that wouldn’t be a good game with him.  On the other hand, it might be hilarious to watch, at least until we had to save him from getting his ass pummeled.

“Okay, probably not, but maybe we can sneak away for a couple of minutes.  I don’t think she’ll notice we’re gone and I wanna do the Bad Touch with you,” Cam screeched, his eyes flickering with lust as he moved his hand to my inner thigh and began rubbing earnestly.

I’m not sure what he’s thinking, but it isn’t going to fucking happen and I don’t know how he could possibly think it’s a good idea.

“Not here or right now.  A frantic fuck in a skeezy public restroom is gross, not hot,” I chided.  He looked disappointed, almost like he was going to start pouting, so I decided to add something seductive.  “You have to earn that.  If you play nice with your mom, I promise you’ll get some time with your favorite toy when we actually have time — and privacy.”

That seemed to satisfy him, because rather than protest, he stood and pulled me into a hug.  I thought he might try to sneak a kiss, but he restrained himself. 

“Let’s go.  The sooner we finish shopping, the sooner I can get what I really want.”  He subtly patted my butt and ground his crotch into mine.  So much for restraint.  And also, he’s hard… but I’m not and I’d really rather keep it that way.

As we made our way back to them, they were still chatting but the conversation was winding down.  “I look forward to seeing those two handsome boys dressed up for the harvest dance,” we heard Jacqueline say before splitting off.

It’s funny.  After running into her friend, Jeanine was noticeably more relaxed.  She stopped being so extra.  I wonder if it occurred to her, maybe for the first time, that some of her friends don’t consider having a gay son some shameful sin. 

***

As we wandered around the mall, Mrs.  Rice veered into a store I’d never heard of, but Cam seemed nonplussed.

“Lululemon?  What’s that?”  I asked.

“It’s mostly athletic wear,” Mrs.  Rice replied.  “Cam’s favorite sweatshirt is from here, and I want to see whether their winter line is in.”

“It’s pretty bougie,” Cam explained, sounding kind of embarrassed.  “But their stuff is super soft and comfie.”

Most of my clothes come from Target or Kohls, so I don’t know anything about designer brands or fashion.  I guess I’m a bad gay.

Cam and I peeled off to look through the men’s section.  He was holding a couple of T-shirts and a pair of joggers to try on. 

I noticed a display with a matching hoodie and pants.  They were black but with bright crimson red and royal blue accents.  I’m not sure why, but it caught my eye.  I reached to feel the material, and Cam is right.  It’s very soft.

“You should try them on,” Mrs.  Rice suggested, startling me, since she had been off on her own for several minutes.  I wasn’t expecting to hear her voice from behind me.  “I bet they’ll look great.”

“That’s okay.  I’m just here to spend time with Cam, not to get anything,” I replied.

“She’s right.  You’d look good in those.  At least see for yourself since you’re already here,” Cam piped up, handing me both articles in a men’s small.

I knew I wasn’t going to buy anything, but if he’s making this a common cause with his mother, I’m not going to resist. 

As we walked to the changing rooms, an employee greeted us.

“Mom, are you going in?  Who should go first?”

“That’s not happening, but we’ll share a room,” Cam declared, offended by the mere suggestion his mother would still go into a fitting room with him.  “C’mon Max.”

I managed to sneak a glance at Mrs.  Rice, who appeared very discombobulated but didn’t protest. 

***

Cam quickly stripped to his underwear.  Surely he doesn’t think he’s getting any action here.

Thankfully, he didn’t try anything and immediately tried on the pants and the first shirt.

“What do you think?”

“I like the joggers.  The shirt is just meh.”

He looked at himself in the mirror.  “Agreed.  Let’s try the other.”

Normally when Cam is in a state of undress, we’re eagerly shedding clothes to get down to business.  It was kind of nice just watching him, admiring his body without worrying about what comes next.

“This one looks a lot better, don’t you think?”  he asked.

“Yeah.  Brings out your eyes.”

Cam smiled.  “Okay, try yours on.  And take off your shirt so you can feel how soft the hoodie is on your skin.”

I gave him a look but was soon in my underwear.  I put on the pants first, and there was no doubt they’re the most comfortable pair I’ve ever worn.

“Babe, they totally set your bod off.  Wear these to school and you’ll know who all the gay boys are because they’ll be watching your cute little butt all the way down the hall,” Cam giggled, making zero attempt to be quiet. 

FML.  I mean, he isn’t wrong, my ass does look good in these, but I cannot believe he said that with his mom on the other side of the door.  It wasn’t like he whispered it, either.

“Here, put on the hoodie and see how they look together,” he suggested, handing it to me.  He rubbed my chest for effect, which I dutifully ignored.

Damn they’re right, it really does feel nice and looks good.

“You look so hot.  Show Mom.”

He opened the door and she peered in.  I think seeing us both fully clothed relaxed her.

“Very nice.  You wear it well,” she agreed.

“You should totally get them.  I know you weren’t going to get anything, but they look amazing.”

I really do like them.  These could be new favorites, but still.  I’m not spending the money Mom gave and I’m sure I don’t have enough of my own.  Last time I looked at my wallet I had like $30.

As we changed back, I noticed the price tag for the first time.  The hoodie is $148 and the pants $128!  Who the fuck spends that much on clothes, much less for someone still growing?  The Rices, apparently. 

I cringed.

“What's wrong?”  Cam asked. 

I showed him the price tags as he opened the door and we walked out.  He just shrugged.  Cam is usually so grounded; I cannot believe he thinks this is normal.

“I told you it was kinda bougie, but you get what you pay for I guess.”

I shook my head.  “Dude, I don’t have $300 to blow on an outfit I’ll probably outgrow in a few months.”

“Oh.  Well, I bet Daddy would be fine with getting them if I ask.  He loves you,” Cam stated confidently.  “Let me text him.”

“Cam picked out much less than I thought he would today, so it’s fine.  Don’t worry about it Max,” Mrs.  Rice added.  I’m not sure if she was just trying to be nice, flaunt her wealth, impress me and thus Cam, or point out to Cam that she has the credit card and doesn’t need his father’s permission.

I could feel my face getting hot.  “No Ma’am, no thank you.  That’s very generous, but it’s too much and my mom would be mad.  I don’t need them.”

“Max, come on, it’s just clothes and they were like made for you.”  Cam pressed.

Cam pushing me is pissing me off.  I love him like crazy, but he doesn’t always hear me and it’s so frustrating sometimes.

“No, Cam.  God.  Drop it!”  I practically yelled.  That came out more sternly than I intended, so I added a “Please?”

Cam looked like he was about to say something else, but thought better of it.

They checked out as I sulked near the entrance, alone.  I didn’t say much for a while.  It was so awkward.  I didn’t mean to cause a scene or seem ungrateful, but I’m not a fucking charity case and Cam should know better.  I just want to go home.

I stewed for about 10 minutes until Cam made his move.  He took my hand again, more gently this time, and leaned his head on my shoulder.  This time feels different, though… he wasn’t trying to goad his mom, but to make me feel better.

“I’m sorry I didn’t listen and made you uncomfortable, babe.  You just looked so good; I wanted you to have them is all.”

I sighed.  “I know your heart was in the right place.  Sorry I snapped like that.”

He squeezed my hand and I could immediately feel my anxiety drain away.  It’s interesting, how all it takes is a kind word and touch from Cam (or Craig) to calm me down.

***

We stopped for a proper dinner on the way home, which was actually surprisingly relaxed.  Neither of us were very hungry after our snack, so we both opted for Caesar salads.  I had mine with a sliced chicken breast while Cam opted to top his with a filet of salmon, which we dutifully shared like a proper couple should.  Jeanine definitely eyed us but didn’t discourage it. 

Mostly, we talked about gymnastics and the upcoming season.  It was a topic we could all discuss without causing any angst. 

Surprisingly, Mrs.  Rice was very supportive.  I remember when she used to root for my failures (at least, that’s what I was told).  Despite her flaws, it’s a reminder of how things are infinitely better than they were a year ago.

Mrs.  Rice was quite clear that I was not going to spend the night, though.  “What time does your mother expect you home?” she asked as we drove back to Cam’s.  “I’m sure you two want to hang out, but I do need to get you home before nine.  I have an early morning.” 

“Yes ma’am.  Eight or 8:30 will be fine,” I answered.  I’d love to stay over, but Mom is expecting me and there’s no way Cam will try anything with just his mother at home.  Actually, I’m not so sure about that.  He might just try it to watch her reaction.

When we arrived, I hightailed it to the bathroom, before Cam and I retreated to the basement. 

“You missed Mom’s speech,” Cam informed me, once I joined him on the couch.

“Oh?”  I inquired.  That didn’t sound good. 

“Yeah.  ‘Keep the basement door open, please.’  And ‘let’s leave hot tubbing until your father is around’.”  

“About what I’d expect from a parent,” I answered.  None of those things were outrageous.  I think Bob and Craig being so low-key about us having sex is the exception, not the norm.  After all, what Cam is describing are the same kind of rules Noah’s parents have for him when Ashley is over.  Well, they don’t have a hot tub, but you know what I mean. 

Cam was irritated.  “I just glared at her and stormed off.”

I leaned over and gave him a quick peck.  “It’s okay babe.  I’m not really in the mood to do anything, anyway.  I’ll be satisfied with some snugs.”  I leaned into him and wrapped my arm around his chest. 

He turned on the TV.  “What should we watch?”  he asked.

“Don’t care, you decide.”  I suggested.  “I just want to cuddle.”

He rubbed my back and pulled me tight.  “I like cuddles,” he answered before landing on a college football game and turning up the volume.  “I don’t want her to hear, though.”

“Honestly, I just want to chill.  Snuggling is quiet and that’s all we’re going to do,” I declared, in case he has other, defiant plans.  Although, it’s good he recognizes her noticing would be a bad thing.

We watched in silence, enjoying the warmth of each other’s embrace.  I realized it’s a good time to tell Cam about my conversation with Craig from a couple of nights ago in regards to Chad.  I wanted to wait until we were alone and had some quiet time to discuss it. 

“When does your dad get home again?”  I asked.

Cam looked at me seductively.  He must assume I want a do-over since his mom is being a cockblock.  “Tomorrow.  Why?”

“He’s probably going to talk to you about Chad.”  Okay, maybe not my most subtle segue. 

Cam's body language immediately tensed.  “What about him?”  Just mentioning Chad raises Cam’s ire.

I gave him a recap of what Craig told me and how they might need my help getting him to respond.

His eyes narrowed.  “You mean, like talking to him again?”

“No, Craig says I’m not allowed on Grindr,” I replied.  “They just want me available to answer questions to make it believable.  Things like helping create the profile and use the shirtless pic I sent him before.”

“Sounds like they need an assist.  But that’s good… you should be involved.  We should be involved.  He was mean to you and you’re mine so I can’t just sit by and do nothing.”

Cam being protective of me is both heartwarming and erotic, but still.

“I know, he’s a jerk,” I fumed.  “That said, I don’t want to make Craig mad.”

Cam stared at me.  “I know Craig’s opinion is important, but doesn’t mine matter, too?”  Is he really trying to make me choose between them and do what he wants when he knows it will make Craig upset and get me into trouble?

“That’s not fair, Cam.  You know Craig is like my dad.  I don’t want to be defiant or disrespectful.”

Cam rubbed my shoulder.  “I know, and I don’t think you will be.  He obviously brought this request to you for a reason when he could have said nothing.  Besides, you said you don’t have permission to use Grindr, but did he ever actually say you couldn’t talk to Chad?”  Cam let his words hang in the air.  I thought about it, and technically Craig never actually said I couldn’t talk to Chad, just that they didn’t expect me to.  All he said explicitly was that I’m not allowed on Grindr.  “I can’t wait for that fucker to get what he deserves and we can get the ball rolling since the adults haven’t been able to.  Besides, the sooner it’s over the better.”

He has a point.  Why would Craig have said anything if he was totally opposed to the idea?

“I guess that’s technically true.  But I think he meant I shouldn’t be talking to men online about sex until I’m an adult.”

Cam grinned.  “Except for him, of course.”

I glared at him.  “That’s kind of mean.”  However, I see his point.

“I don’t mean it to be like that.  Craig is great, but he’s been willing to do stuff with you and talk about sexual topics so I don’t think he has any authority or credibility to forbid you from talking about it with anyone else.  Besides, does he, or my father, have any room to tell us what to do and not do after what we saw at the cabin?”  

I shook my head.  “You know it’s not like that.  He just wants me to be safe.”  I thought he made peace with walking in on his dad and Craig having sex — and not pestering me about Chad. 

“Exactly.  That’s why it’s important Chad learns his lesson.  But it isn’t really justice unless the people he’s hurt are involved in getting even,” Cam said emphatically.  “Didn't you say you talked to him on Snap, too?  That isn’t Grindr, so you’re still technically obeying Craig if you only talk to him there.”

It feels like a distinction without a difference, but the truth is, Cam is right.  Plus, it’s just chatting.  It’s not like I’m going to see him again.  It’s just setting the trap — which Craig admitted hasn’t been going well.  Besides, how else can I make sure Brett stays safe?

“Yeah, but I blocked his account and I don’t even remember his screen name.” 

“Dude, give me your phone.  It’s not like you can’t see all the accounts you have blocked.”

Cam expertly maneuvered through the Snapchat app until a list of the accounts I had blocked was displayed.  There weren’t many.  Mostly some spammers and Jordan, an annoying kid from school I barely know who sent homophobic memes after the whole SNO debacle.

“DaddyChad7x?”  Cam asked.

“Yeah, that sounds right,” I replied quietly.  I’m uneasy about where this is headed.

“Let’s message the motherfucker and see if we can mess with him,” Cam said as he unblocked the account.

***

“Wow, he’s even online,” Cam commented.  “What should I say?”  It’s clear Cam is running this show.

“I dunno.  ‘Hi Chad’ maybe?”  He quickly sent the message.

There was not an immediate response.  “See, this was stupid,” I started to say, just as Chad responded.

DaddyChad7x:  Well well.  I didn’t think I’d ever hear from you again, Max

Cam started typing a response as I watched over his shoulder. 

Cam (pretending to be me):  it’s been a while

DaddyChad7x:  Yes.  How have you been?  School going ok?

His politeness caught me off guard.  I’ve had this image of him being the biggest prick on the planet stuck in my head, so it’s hard to accept him being remotely civil.  But then, I guess he was initially nice and polite the last time, too.  I wouldn’t have ever talked with him otherwise.

Cam:  I’m good.  School’s great

DaddyChad7x:  Good.  I do wish you had come to say hi at Pizza pit.  Btw your boyfriend is hot.  You’re a lucky boy

Cam:  Honestly, your staring freaked me out. 

Cam:  I didn’t know you were Ashley’s uncle

DaddyChad7x:  I wasn’t trying to make you uncomfortable

“Bullshit!”  I exclaimed.  “What a liar!”

Cam called him out.

Cam:  Right… just giving me a death stare

DaddyChad7x:  Honest.  I was just admiring how hot you are and how much I enjoyed our time together

“Give me the damn phone,” I said, ripping it from Cam’s hands.  He was startled by my forcefulness.

Me:  well it wasn’t exactly the best for me, fuckhead!

DaddyChad7x:  whoa tiger

DaddyChad7x:  We just did what you said you wanted… but

Me:  But WHAT??

DaddyChad7x: I took it too far.  I realized that later.  I shouldn’t have been so rough or degrading.  It was roleplay but still 

Me:  Gee, how nice

DaddyChad7x:  I’m serious.  I tried to message you and tell you later that I got carried away, but you blocked me here and I couldn’t find you on Grindr either

Me:  oh

I didn’t know what else to say.  That he could be the least bit sorry never entered my mind.

Cam was unimpressed.  “He still needs to be fucked over.  But, he doesn’t seem as awful as I expected.”

“He wasn’t mean until we got to the room.  He seemed cool before that,” I explained. 

DaddyChad7x:  But you unblocked me now

Me:  not sure why

DaddyChad7x: Because you miss my big daddy dick perhaps?

Cam took the phone back.  I was glad, because I wasn’t sure how to reply.  All I could think about was his massive cock splitting my ass in two and pummeling my throat.

Cam:  are you suggesting a do over?

Chad’s typing indicator kept flashing on and off, like he couldn’t decide what to say.  Finally, his response came through. 

DaddyChad7x:  I wouldn’t want you to get in trouble with your bf.  Or mom.  But if you want to, that might be fun.  I’ll be gentler this time, I promise 

“The balls he has, mentioning your mom like that,” Cam said, shaking his head.  “What an asshole.”

Cam:  she doesn’t need to know… but my bf might want to join

He added a winky emoji.

“Cam!  What are you doing?  That wasn’t ever part of the plan.”  I’m incredulous he’d suggest such a thing.

“Relax.  It isn’t like we’re actually going to meet him.  I’m just trying to make it more enticing.  I’m curious how far he’ll take it,” Cam practically gushed.  “Leading him on like this is awesome.  It’s a total mindfuck!”

I let out a sigh.  Cam is enjoying this, but I’m beginning to wish we never started.  It’s getting weird.

DaddyChad7x:  see I knew you still had fun even if I was too rough.  You’re a good boy, Max.

I cringed.  Hard. 

DaddyChad7x:  He’s hot, so that could be fun.  I could show you both a thing or two about giving a boy what he needs

Cam was considering his response when Chad sent a request.

DaddyChad7x:  Where are you now?  Any chance you could send me a quick picture?

“He’s not stupid,” Cam commented.  “No wonder Daddy’s people haven’t gotten anywhere.  Send him a picture.”

I Snapped a selfie and overlaid the text: “I’m actually at my bf’s house”

DaddyChad7x:  Cute as ever Max. 

DaddyChad7x:  Does he know you’re talking to me?  Does he know about us?

‘About us’ sounds so sordid.  Cam took back my phone.

Cam:  Yes, he knows everything.  He’s who suggested coming along next time

DaddyChad7x:  is that right?  Maybe he wants to be disciplined too.  Or learn how to discipline you

Cam made a contemptuous face.  “I can’t believe he’s trying to make this like a teachable moment,” he fumed.  “Like I need this piece of shit to show me anything.”

Cam:  He just said you could fuck off.  He prefers to be in charge

Cam:  But he said it would be hot if you and him were both telling me what to do

“What the fuck?” I yelled as I tried to take my phone, which Cam pulled away.  I worried Jeanine might hear our tussle.  I’m getting less and less comfortable with all of this.  I just wanted to cuddle.

“Relax.  I’m just getting him worked up.  I’d never share you with this shithead.” 

DaddyChad7x:  Interesting.  I’m guessing he’s the top in your relationship

Cam:  Mostly, but he enjoys bottoming too

DaddyChad7x:  I bet he also has an adorable little ass to eat.  I’d line you both up next to each other and go back and forth.  But it will be fun watching him fill your mouth as I stuff your ass.

Cam wretched, but didn’t miss a beat.

Cam:  his ass is perfect.  And he says that sounds hot af

DaddyChad7x:  Sounds like your bf might be getting boned

Cam:  he is.  But it doesn’t take much to do that.  I mean he is 13

He added the emoji with the tongue out.  I shook my head.  Man, he’s really laying it on thick.

DaddyChad7x: You should send me a picture.  I bet his cock is great

Cam grinned.  “See, I established my age and now he’s asking for a nude.  More damning evidence, if we need it.  Maybe he’s not so smart after all.”  He began reaching for his shorts. 

“Dude, seriously?  Your dad will kill you.”

Cam shrugged.  “I’ll keep my face out of it, but I think Daddy will understand, given the reason.”  Cam pushed his shorts down and fished his cock out the side of his boxer briefs.  He was actually half-hard, which annoyed me.  I know it’s sex talk and that can be arousing, but I’m sure as hell not turned on.

“Give it a quick suck to make it bigger,” he instructed.  His tone is very assertive, which I’m not digging right now.  It’s like he finds all this erotic and that is a little disturbing to me.

I looked at him in disbelief.  “None of this is a good idea, either with Chad or your mom upstairs.  Play with it yourself if you want to get hard, but I’m not going to help you sext him.”

He rolled his eyes, handled himself for a few seconds, and sent the picture.  It included his dick, balls, and abs. 

DaddyChad7x:  Hot!  He looks a little bigger than you.  Got an ass pic

Cam:  dont press your luck.

DaddyChad7x:  understand.  Best to leave some things a mystery to look forward to 

A minute passed.  Cam finally seems unsure of what else to say.  The conversation appears to be wrapping up, for which I’m thankful.  This has gone on way too damn long already.

Suddenly Cam began typing again.

Cam:  are you going to bring brett 

“Cameron!”  I exclaimed, flabbergasted that he would encourage such a thing.  This is all too much.  “What the fuck are you doing?”

“I’m just trying to see how far this pervert will go if he thinks he’s getting his dick wet,” Cam replied nonchalantly.

DaddyChad7x:  do you want me to? 

Cam:  not sure.  You want me to share my boy with you, seems fair you’d share too. 

Cam:  but only if he wants to

DaddyChad7x:  probably too soon for that but maybe we can arrange a sleepover and you two can show him the ropes

Cam:  and break him in a little for you?

DaddyChad7x:  that sounds so crass, but if he’s going to do stuff it’s best his first dicks be small before he takes a man

Cam was starting to seethe.  “This guy is unreal.”

I’m increasingly bewildered by the whole thing, but at this point, we have to continue.  Right?

“Also, babe, I think he just said your dick is small,” Cam teased.  “I think it’s perfect just the way it is.”

“Hey, he insinuated the same thing about you.  He said ‘dicks’ plural and I don’t have multiple penises.”

Cam:  you know, insulting our cock size is rude af

DaddyChad7x:  lol sorry.  I didn’t mean it like that, just that boy dick is better to start with than a man.  It’s all relative… most people are small compared to me

“God, he’s so full of himself,” I vented.  “Although, he isn’t wrong.  He’s the biggest I’ve ever seen, even bigger than your dad.  But he also made fun of my size when we were together, so it’s a thing he likes to demean.”

DaddyChad7x:  I need to hop off, but I look forward to teaching you both.  I’ll try to get a room soon, hopefully this week

Cam:  ttyl

Cam looked very pleased with himself.  He took out his own phone and started scrolling on mine as he took pictures of the entire conversation.

“He’ll be notified if we take screenshots, and I don’t want to spook him,” Cam explained.  “But I want to show Daddy so he can see the progress we’ve made.  Plus, he implicated himself in different ways, and this is evidence they can use.”

That’s true, I guess.  He did solicit a nude from Cam despite knowing his age, acknowledged he was rough on me, and alluded to raping his own son.

“That wasn’t so hard.  You just have to know which buttons to push,” Cam stated confidently, as if he performed some great deed.  He handed me back my phone.  “He’s definitely an ego-maniac.  Hopefully this will all be resolved in a few days.”  He sounds so matter-of-fact about everything.

I wish I shared Cam’s optimism, but I feel kind of gross about the whole thing.  I thought I was basically over everything, and I think in most ways I am, but part of me just wants to forget the whole thing.  I feel dirty all over again, just talking with him.

“You know, as instrumental as we were with making contact, it’s kind of hard to deny us being there for the actual meet.”  Cam sounds almost giddy in anticipation.

Jesus, this again?  I wonder if that was his angle all along?

“I told you at the lake I don’t ever want to be anywhere near him again,” I complained angrily.  “Can we try to soak up our last little bit of time together before your mom makes me go home?  I just want to cuddle and chill.”  I’m not sure why, but I was more upset now than I was when Cam was sending him messages.  The whole thing just has me feeling disgusted with myself all over again.  I really did think I was mostly over it, but I’m not so sure now. 

Cam seemed to take a hint, because he patted his chest and I scooted to rest my head on it as he wrapped his arm around me.

I wish I could say I enjoyed that, but honestly, I’m too distracted.  I just want to get home and go to bed.

***

I was pretty quiet the rest of our time together, minus some small talk on the drive back to my house.

Cam walked me to the door and gave me a hug. 

“Goodnight, babe.  Thanks for making shopping with my mom bearable,” he commented.  “I promise we’ll have a sleepover soon.  You still owe me my reward, young man.”  He moved his hand down and squeezed my butt.  “Actually, do you want to FaceTime again when I get home?” 

I squeezed him back.  “Not tonight.  I’m tired and I’m not feeling it after talking with that prick,” I answered.  It’s funny, I don’t even like saying Chad’s name.  “Plus, I need to spend more time with Mom.  But shoot into your own mouth again.  That was fun.”

I didn’t think we were standing there particularly long, but Jeanine must have disagreed, because she flashed the headlights.  That’s our cue to separate.

Cam groaned.  I think he’s embarrassed.  “I better get back to the Warden.  Love you.”

“Love you too,” I said meekly before ducking into the garage.

***

The living room and kitchen are empty.  I glanced at the microwave as I passed it.  8:53.  I meandered upstairs, but Mom’s bedroom is dark.  She must be totally exhausted if she went to bed so early.

My phone buzzed.  I thought it might be Cam saying he got into it with his mom about rushing our embrace, but I could feel the color drain from my face when I saw it was Chad.  Fuck!

DaddyChad7x:  it was nice to hear from you again, Max.  I look forward to making this time more positive for you.  And the bf.  What’s his name, anyway?  If you ever mentioned it, I forgot.

I didn’t reply.  I don’t know what the hell to say.  It feels violating, having him unblocked and able to contact me whenever he wants.  I considered turning notifications off for Snapchat, but don’t want to miss anything from friends.  So now his screen name is just staring me down every time I glance at my phone.

What I really want to do is talk to Craig.  He always makes me feel better.  I’m not sure how the eff I explain this.  I know he’ll find out soon enough, but I still worry he’ll be angry.  Maybe it’s better if I get ahead of it and confess?  Still, Cam is technically right.  He didn’t tell me I couldn’t talk to Chad, just to never go back on Grindr.  So why do I feel like I did something wrong? 

Probably because I know full well his intent and defied his wishes anyway.  And that makes me feel like shit.

*** End of Chapter 44 ***

Author’s notes:

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