Max’s Awakening #52

By craigpwriter888@tutanota.com and J

Author’s Notes:

We tried to get this chapter out as quickly as we could. We hope all our readers are well and still interested in our little tale.

In the last chapter, Max and Cam made Noah’s birthday rather special. We left off with them crashing in Noah’s basement… we’ll pick up there.

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Chapter 52

It was after 1:00 a.m. by the time we got showered and went to sleep. Noah took one side of the couch, while Cam and I snuggled on the other half. I should probably be more careful about spooning with Cam in the Reed’s house, but after everything else we just did, I dunno. Still, I’m not sure how Lisa would react if she came down in the morning and saw us nestled together. But, it’s also not like we’re naked, even though that’s how we both normally sleep (whether we’re together or not). We’re both wearing undies and have an old comforter pulled over us.

The sun had just started shining when I first stirred. It’s only 7:30, but my bladder needs emptying. I stumbled to the bathroom and did my business, my morning wood subsiding. Sleeping next to Cam always makes me wake up hard (not that I don’t wake up like that all the time anyway, but it seems even more rigid when I’m with Cam. Maybe that’s just my imagination?). 

Cam was awake when I returned. He pulled me into a quick embrace and nibbled at my ear. “Check him out,” he whispered, nodding towards Noah. “He really is horny all the time, isn’t he?”

Noah is definitely in the midst of a sexy dream. He’s moaning and humping away at the couch, occasionally muttering something incomprehensible.

“You think he’s dreaming about us or Ashley?” Cam asked, laughing. 

“Hard to say,” I answered. “But I know what I’m dreaming about.” I reached down and gripped his cock through those sexy boxer briefs. 

He responded by sliding his hand inside my own underwear and gripping my ass cheek. “You want another go?”

“Oh Ashley, Gaaaaawd I love your tits!” Noah suddenly exclaimed. For fuck’s sake, what a way to kill the mood.

“I guess that answers that,” Cam commented, smirking. “We should help him out before he wakes up his parents.”

“Alarm clock BJ?” I suggested. It feels like it’s been so long, but that used to be a standard thing Cam and I would trade off doing for one another.

“Hell yeah. Let’s do it.”

Cam climbed over me and walked on his knees to Noah’s side. “Roll over sweetie,” he whispered in his best Ashley voice. Really, he just made it sound higher than it already is, but it was still funny. “I want to taste your massive cock.”

To my surprise, that actually fucking worked! Noah flopped onto his back and eagerly pushed his shorts and underwear down. “I can lick your pussy too, babe,” he whispered. I somehow doubt he’d be cool with me rubbing my butt against his face. It’s a hot thought, Noah eating me out, but he’s shown zero interest in that and I bet he’d be pissed if I tried. 

Cam took Noah’s cock into his mouth. I watched, getting hard of course, as Cam swallowed him deep. “Soooo good baby,” Noah moaned. I’m amazed he’s still asleep and somehow thinks it’s Ashley doing this. Dreams are powerful shit, I guess.

I decided to join the fray. I pushed Cam aside and took Noah’s thick cock head into my mouth. He’s oozing precum, and God, do I ever fucking love the taste. Cam shifted up and began lapping at Noah’s puffy nipples. They’re definitely bigger and darker than either of ours, but honestly, for being more developed, his chest still looks boyish. That must just be one of the later things to change, because that seems to be the case for all my friends I’ve seen shirtless.

Cam and I are both kneeling on the floor, bent over Noah who is on the couch, enjoying our tongues. “Oh, fuck yeah,” Noah said. “You’re even better than Max and Cam,” he suddenly quipped. It took all my strength not to choke and bust out laughing, so I just stopped and glared. I didn’t want to wake him and ruin the moment, so I went back to slurping. But man, fuck him.

Cam did laugh. I guess it was pretty funny, and I fully plan to tease him later. He doesn’t know what he’s saying in his sleep, so I guess I shouldn’t take it too seriously.

“Wait, what… huh?” I guess two mouths working him over finally jarred him to reality. 

“Sorry buddy,” Cam whispered. “I know we’re not a big tittied girl, but you seemed in need of some help. The way you were humping away at the couch, I think you were about to ruin another pair of underwear.”

Noah groaned. “Really?”

I pulled off his cock. “Oh yeah, you were abusing the couch something severe.”

“Shit!” he whined, before looking down at me. “Don’t stop! That felt so good.”

“I dunno man, you said she did it better than either of us, which was rude as fuck,” I said, messing with him. “I know I’m better at it than Cam and all, but you don’t have to insult us.”

“I did? How would I know, she’s never done… I mean, I was dreaming, right? I’m sorry, but you can’t be mad at me for saying something in a dream.” He’s getting defensive, not catching on that we’re just giving him crap.

I replied by engulfing his cock, pushing it as far as it’ll go, deepthroating as best I can. It doesn’t fit as well in my mouth as Cam’s, but Noah gave me no respite. He began thrusting, pushing his cock even deeper.

“You should fuck Max before anyone else gets up,” Cam whispered.

Noah immediately sat up. “Can I?” he asked, looking down at me. “Please?”

I hesitated. I’m still a little sore from Cam’s drilling a few hours before in the shower, and it seems much riskier now that his parents could be up. But, I haven’t heard any footsteps upstairs, so it’ll probably be okay. 

Honestly, I was disappointed I didn’t get him last night. And besides, who knows how long he’ll be willing to do this with me. With Ashley’s permission, he’s more at ease and enthusiastic, but based on how possessed she was last night, it wouldn’t surprise me if she doesn’t start servicing him herself at some point in the near-ish future.

I decided to have a little fun. “Yes, but you have to kiss me and play with my nipples like you did last night. And jerk me off a little.” To sweeten the pot, I pulled my underwear down a bit and wiggled my butt at him.

Noah doesn’t look thrilled, but he’s definitely considering it. Cam is amused.

“Seriously?” was all he could manage. Maybe it’s mean to put him through this right as he’s waking up and when he’s super horny, but then, he did ask. And he’s always horny.

“I mean, you don’t have to use my ass. Your hand works perfectly well,” I pointed out. “But it isn’t your birthday anymore, and I’m not a sex toy. I have feelings too, and if this is practice for a girl, you have to learn about foreplay and taking care of the other person's needs. You are 14 now, it’s time to level up. Right Cam?”

“Definitely. It’s important to be a considerate lover,” he agreed. “And you know, you were just talking about licking pussy. I gotta tell you, Max’s is perfect. Tastes good too, I promise.”

“Thanks, babe. Right back at you.” He lovingly caressed my cheeks. He’s thoroughly enjoying making Noah squirm.

He sighed. “So, to be clear, you want me to start doing stuff back to you?”

“I think what Max is saying is, treat us like we’re people, not just your personal Fleshlight. If you’d do it with a girl, do it with us,” he suggested.

“Right. Like I don’t expect you to suck my dick or anything, but is a reach-around really that much to ask?”

Noah is considering his options. His erection is still glistening with my spit, so it certainly hasn’t deflated at the prospects.

“You sound like Jackson. He said I should be more willing to do other stuff, like try to make you feel good too. I always figured you enjoyed being fucked so much, and that was enough.” 

Interesting. Jackson might be more bi than I realized. At the very least, he certainly seems to be looking out for me.

“We do, but other stuff is nice, too. And like we said, foreplay is important. Girls care about that. Plus, it’s fun,” Cam said. 

“So?”

Noah sighed. “Fine, but I’m not like tasting your cum or anything like that,” he said, pulling me to his lap and beginning to lick my nipples. They immediately hardened.

“That feels nice. Take it into your mouth and suck,” I directed him. He did so, and used his hand to start slapping my butt. He found my crevice and began gently rubbing my hole. I moaned.

“Kiss me.” Last night, Cam seemed perturbed by someone else kissing me, but he’s grinning now. His undies are at his knees and he’s slowly jerking off, watching us.

Noah complied. Just lips, but it’s nice. Our breath isn’t great, but whatever. Noah is kissing me. My Noah, my best friend since I can remember, is finally kissing me. I wouldn’t say he’s the best at it, but it’s still surreal.

I opened my mouth slightly. He did the same, still working the outside of my hole with his fingers.

I pulled off him and sucked on his earlobe, which induced a moan. 

“My pussy wants you,” I whispered in his ear between nibbles. I don’t really like referring to myself like that, and it sounds ridiculous, but I think it helps Noah. At least I didn’t call it a fucking ‘bussy’ like Cam.

“Will you eat me out before you split me open with that thick cock?” I asked as I slid from Noah’s lap, onto the floor. I can tell by the way he bristled; I just pushed my luck too far.

Apparently, Cam noticed as well. “I got you,” he offered. He pushed me onto my back, pulled off my underwear, and lifted my legs, rolling me onto my neck and shoulders. With zero fanfare, he quickly spread my cheeks and buried his face in my crack. It feels so damn good. 

I wonder whether Cam is tasting his own jizz. Maybe it’s already, like, absorbed? Now that I think of that being a possibility, I‘m glad Noah didn’t try too much, too soon and accept my offer. If he was repulsed, it might have ended our play for good.

Cam didn’t take long to loosen me up, and quickly moved aside. “All yours, bro. Happy birthday... again!” He tossed his own underwear aside and straddled my head, holding my legs in place. It’s odd laying like this, with my ass in the air, but I’m flexible and strong, so it isn’t actually uncomfortable. My cock is dangling near my face, and Cam’s smooth, grape-sized balls are inches above my mouth. I tried to lick them, but couldn’t quite reach. Damn!

Noah’s hands were soon on my legs, holding my butt steady as he lowered his hard cock into position. This is new. I’ve never been fucked like this before. It feels totally different and must be tickling nerve endings I didn’t know I had.

Without warning, he shoved the rest of the way in. He wasn’t really rough, just abrupt. I started laughing. “Holy shit, that’s a lot at once.”

“It’s fucking hot!” Cam exclaimed as Noah began to plunge his cock in and out, giving me no time to get used to him. Cam has a perfect view. I can’t see shit, other than his delectable balls. I reached to find his cock. He’s leaking profusely. I smeared his precum and began to stroke as best I could. 

Noah’s cock is hitting my prostate in new and exciting ways. He’s really going to town on me, grunting and everything. I’m going to cum, and fast. Cam shifted down, changing his angle, allowing me to take his cock into my mouth. I can only suck on the head, but that’s fine.

Noah is going faster, and breathing hard. I expected him to last a lot longer than last night, but I’m not sure that’s going to happen. If he could keep this up, I bet he could fuck me into orgasm twice.

But, I can’t be greedy. There’s nothing like waking up to hot sex with your boyfriend and best friend. Noah lowered my legs and shifted to his knees. He’s holding my ass just a few inches above the carpet. His new angle allows him to thrust even harder and deeper. 

“Fuck yeah, Noah, give it to him good,” Cam encouraged. Noah really picked up his pace.

I’m not sure whose hand it is, but someone is jacking me off. It’s too much, and my cum splattered all over my belly almost immediately. Those extra contractions must have put Noah over the edge, because he heaved forward and I felt my insides get warm. His whole body is almost convulsing, as his load is deposited inside my guts.

Noah quickly withdrew and lowered my ass to the ground. His cock is still hard and twitching. Cam leaned up and took his cock into his hands. He gave it several hard jerks before spraying his own cum onto my torso. I’m covered in a mix of our goo, inside and out. Yep Mr. Richards, I’m definitely gay.

“Gross,” Noah commented. I guess having cum, he’s all sensitive about appearances again.

“Not gross. Yum,” Cam replied, running his fingers through my stomach and chest, mixing our loads. He brought his hand to my mouth, offering it to me to lick clean. 

Noah just shook his head. “I better take a leak.” He trotted off to the bathroom.

Cam retrieved the towel from underneath the couch and wiped us down before stuffing it back into his bag. 

“We better hide the evidence.” He’s right. That towel has to be mega-cummy by now. I bet the whole basement reeks of sex again. We need to air it out. 

Noah must have been worried about the same thing, because he brought the “Fresh Linen” spray from the bathroom and doused the couch area.

“So, how was jerking off your first boy to orgasm? How’d it feel?” Cam asked. So, it was Noah! Cam’s tweaking him, but also not. He’s genuinely curious, and frankly, so am I.

“Small,” Noah replied, without missing a beat. He must have been worried about offending me, because he quickly continued. “Er, sorry, I don’t mean it like that, just it’s been a while since mine was skinnier like that. It was okay. Interesting, kinda warm. Your butt feels better.”

“Both feel amazing, babe. Noah just doesn’t appreciate an erection that doesn’t belong to him.”

“Guilty,” Noah acknowledged, laughing. 

Cam and I went to the bathroom to clean up some more. We weren’t gone longer than five minutes, but when we returned, Noah was already fast asleep. This time, silently and still.

“I could use some more sleep myself,” Cam suggested, patting his chest. You don’t have to tell me twice. 

***

“Wake up, lover boys! Dad has breakfast ready.” It’s Jackson, who seems to be reveling in towering over us. “He said to get a move on. You know he hates when his famous pancakes go to waste.”

I popped up pretty quick, but Cam and Noah groaned and were slow to move, stretching as they withdrew back under the warm confines of their blankets. 

“Jesus, did you guys go at it ALL night?” Jackson asked incredulously. “Let’s go, it’s after 10.” He slapped Noah’s ass.

Noah and Cam grumbled. I pulled on my shorts, taking note that Jackson was definitely watching me, and headed up. Jackson was close behind. 

“What time did you guys wrap up the, uh… after party?” he whispered as we climbed the stairs to the kitchen.

“Not that late. One I think.”

“What I figured. I heard the showers running.” It’s obvious Jackson knows we fooled around. If he hadn’t heard Noah and I a few weeks ago, I might be worried, but honestly, I don’t really give a fuck. And to be honest, he doesn’t seem fazed by it, either.

***

I grabbed a plate from the island and added a couple links of sausage. Adam has stacks of pancakes keeping warm in the oven. I took four.

“Syrup and butter are on the table,” he noted. “Good morning, by the way.” Adam is leaning by the sink, thumbing through his phone. “Dammit. Looks like Cook might not play against the Eagles tomorrow. I hate relying on that damn Costco Hotdog!”

“Want something to drink?” Jackson offered. “We got milk and juice, orange or orange-pineapple.”

I opted for the orange-pineapple mix. Jackson must have already eaten, but he grabbed some sausage and took the seat next to me. He pushed the syrup my way, but to be honest, Adam’s pancakes don’t need much. They’re awesome by themselves. 

I devoured one before Noah and Cam made their entrance. Adam helped get them plated up before excusing himself. “I’m off to shower. I have a tee-time at 11 and need to shower. You’re all on clean up duty.”

It dawned at me that Lisa is already gone. “Where’s your mom?” I asked Jackson. 

“She had some errands to run or something.”

It’s Cam’s first experience with Adam’s pancakes, and he’s duly impressed. 

Once we were well into our meals, Jackson cleared his throat and posed a question. “So, did you guys have fun last night?” Someone’s eager for details.

“Of course,” Cam answered like a wise-ass. “We played Candy Land and watched Lion King. You should have come back down.” The irony is that Lion King was one of Noah’s favorites, not that many years ago. He’s certainly been living by hakuna matata lately.

“Candy Land my ass!” Jackson retorted. “Right.”

“Well, Max’s ass is like candy,” Cam replied quietly, after a quick glance towards the stairs. “Or crack. No pun intended.”

“Yeah, that’s more what I figured. I heard the showers, conveniently about an hour after you got home. Doesn’t take a genius to figure it out.” 

Poor Noah looks alarmed, but is trying to play it cool. “Yeah, so? I needed a shower… a COLD shower. Ashley had me a little worked up. She was grinding all over me earlier.” 

Straight guys and their pride, I swear. Jackson already knows we do stuff, but Noah’s still trying to cover it up.

“Yeah right,” Jackson answered. 

Noah shrugged. He knows he’s wasting his time. It’s kind of funny to me that he’s blushing.

“He isn’t totally lying,” I added. “Ashley did do some grinding, for real. But Noah, uh… found a little relief she won’t provide.”

“Right. Which is why someone needed to shower in the basement?” Jackson surmised.

“Hey, we were sweaty,” I said innocently. 

“‘We’?” Jackson asked. “Uh huh. Why was that?”

“Hey, we don’t kiss and tell,” Cam said.

“Wait, did you really know everyone showered?” Noah asked solemnly. “Does that mean…”

“That Mom and Dad noticed too? Probably. You know Dad’s a light sleeper.” Noah suddenly looks panicked. 

“Chill out, little bro. Dad isn’t going to say anything. Neither will I. But I do have a question.”

“What?” Noah asked.

“Can Max and Cam come to my next birthday?”

We all began to laugh. Well, except Noah. 

“I’m serious,” Jackson added shyly, looking away.

“Hmm. You have been nicer to me and Noah lately. It’s like you’re turning into an actual person,” I joked. 

“Gee, thanks,” Jackson answered sarcastically.

Noah grabbed his juice and stormed out of the kitchen.

“What’d I do?” Jackson asked, confused.

“I’m pretty sure the idea of his older brother lusting after his best friends creeps him out,” Cam declared. “Can you blame him?”

I wonder if Noah’s actually, at least in part, jealous of the prospect and doesn’t want to share. Or likes that he’s able to get laid while his older brother can’t. 

Jackson shook his head. “No. I’ll talk to him. I wasn’t trying to make him uncomfortable. I was just joking anyway.”

“Only kind of,” Cam stated flatly. 

“‘Kind of’ what?” Jackson asked. 

“You were only kind of joking, although I’m not sure I even believe that. But you can’t tell me that, given the chance…” Cam replied, leaving the details to Jackson’s imagination. “You even said you were serious, so you were only sorta joking.”

Jackson glanced at me, Cam, and then back to me and blushed. 

“Uh huh, just what I thought,” Cam said.

“Sorry guys. I’m not trying to be weird. Just, once I realized Noah was getting… well, I’m horny as fuck, and…” He trailed off. He’s embarrassed by something.

“‘And’ what?” Cam pressed.

Jackson looked around to make sure we’re still alone.

“Look, I’m straight. Well, mostly,” Jackson began, grinning at Cam as he added the ‘mostly.’ “Come on… I’m not blind. Or dead,” he said, gesturing to me. “Do I really have to spell it out?”

I don’t have any idea what he’s getting at, but Cam seems to and is amused. “Oh yes. I want to hear you say it.”

Not for nothing, I’m starting to worry Cam enjoys making people squirm a little too much. He almost revels in it, and there’s a fine line between humor and assholery. Maybe I should talk to him? He may not realize how he comes across sometimes. Noah’s already annoyed with the idea of Jackson being interested in us, and nothing can be gained by pissing Jackson off, too. 

Jackson’s body language has shifted. He’s getting defensive. “Max is… pretty. He’s hot, okay? Are you happy? I remember seeing him change when he vacationed with us and his butt was nice, even then.”

Whoa. That’s a weird thing to hear, like you’re not sitting right there. Especially from someone who has known you your entire life. Plus, ‘pretty’ makes me cringe. 

All I wanted to do was enjoy some effing pancakes.

“He is. And that’s why you want to fuck his smooth, tight, perfect little pussy. Right?” Cam is laying it on thick. I frowned, but he’s too engaged in torturing Jackson to notice.

Jackson looked down at the table. “Yes,” he mumbled. He’s totally blushing. This is getting uncomfortable. “I’m so damn horny… all the time.” I guess that doesn’t get better when you get older.

“Can’t get a girl your own age, huh?” Cam asked. Okay, that was mean and uncalled for. This is going too far. “Hey man, I get it,” Cam offered, patting Jackson’s arm. “So does Noah. Max feels great.”

Well, I’ve had enough. “Knock it off, Cam! Can we not talk about me like I’m a piece of fucking meat? God,” I said, ramming my stool under the island.

***

I ran upstairs and found Noah playing on his phone in bed.

“Hey,” I said, plopping down next to him.

“Hey,” he said, putting his phone on his stomach. “Making a pit stop before you go service Jackson?” He snorted derisively. Why is he pissy with me? I haven’t done anything but help him get off.

“Dude, not even. I know the thought of me, or Cam, doing stuff with Jackson is super cringey to you. So that’s out,” I declared. “I’d rather keep doing it with you.”

That seemed to make Noah relax. “So, then why did you come all the way up here?”

“To check on you. You seemed annoyed.” 

“I was. I guess for no reason. But are you saying if I was okay with it, you WOULD actually do it with Jackson?”

I hesitated. Under the right circumstances, I’d definitely be down. Jackson has definitely been nicer the last couple of months, and he’s not not cute.

“I thought so,” he added, followed by an intentional, heavy sigh. 

“Geez. It’s not like I’m a cheap whore, you know?”

“No! I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. But, you do like dick and have had more sex than anyone our age I know, so…”

He has a point. The honest truth is that I really haven’t turned down anyone who has offered (except maybe Liam’s advances, but those were at school). I’ve never really considered it before, but it’s accurate. Not that it means I would do it with just anyone. 

“Well, I guess that’s true,” I admitted. “I do like the D. And I’m not going to lie, there’s something kinda exciting about playing with a new dick. But I’m not trying to set a world record. I can respect your wishes about Jackson, so he’ll just have to stick to jerking it.”

“Oh, he does THAT plenty,” Noah answered. Noah made the typical jerking motion and added sound effects by pinching and wiggling his cheek. 

We both laughed. 

“What are Cam and Jackson doing, anyway?” he asked, slightly concerned. 

“I’m not sure. I had to take a break. Cam was teasing Jackson, and laying it on a little thick. I got tired of listening to it,” I said, shaking my head. “I know he’s just messing with him, but he keeps talking about me like I’m like some show horse he can stud out.”

“Whoa! What did I miss?” Noah asked, laughing nervously. “But, seriously? I don’t make you feel that way, do I?”

“No, of course not. You’re always cool. Just, Cam gets going sometimes…”

Before we could continue, there was a knock at the door, which pushed it open. Cam and Jackson are standing at the threshold.

“I’m really sorry if I freaked out either of you. That wasn’t what I was trying to do,” Jackson said solemnly. “My room? Just for a minute,” he added, speaking directly to Noah.

Noah didn’t respond, but reluctantly followed him. Cam is still standing in silence, waiting for them to shut the door. He finally walked toward me and sat on Noah’s bed.

“I’m sorry too. Are you okay? I kind of got carried away, didn’t I?”

I nodded. I’m not really mad at Cam, just a little frustrated. “Yeah. It’s just… I don’t like when you do that. It bugs me.”

Cam grabbed my hand. “What do you mean? Joke about you being hot?”

He doesn’t get it. “No. I mean when you talk about me like I’m just some cum dump and you’re my pimp or something who controls access.”

“What? That wasn’t what I was doing!” Cam said defensively, looking baffled.

“That’s what it feels like. Talking about my ass to Jackson, right in front of me. Being all raunchy and shit. You do the same thing with Noah.”

He squeezed my hand. “I thought you liked my dirty talk and when I act dominant and stuff. It’s just pretend.”

“I do, when it’s in private and just role play between the two of us. But you’re doing it more and more, and around other people, and even when we aren’t having sex,” I explained. “I thought that was just for us. It doesn’t come across as playful or hot when you do it for an audience.”

Cam sighed. “I'm sorry. I didn’t realize it was bothering you. I was just messing around, but I don't want you to feel that way. I’ll stop.”

“I don’t mind it so much when it’s just us, but it feels a little gross when you talk so casually about my body to other people. Especially when you’re trying to make them squirm or feel guilty or whatever your angle is with Noah and Jackson.”

He scoffed. “You know I'm just teasing them. They’re supposedly straight and can’t admit they like boy ass, so I’m just trying to help them say what they want and stop being so damn uptight.”

“I get that, but you take it too far. It worries me a little you seem to enjoy embarrassing them,” I began, finally pulling my hand away. “And I know you think you’re being funny when you skewer people about stuff, but sometimes you’re just being rude and mean — just like you were to me when you first moved here.” His expression immediately changed. Maybe what I’m saying is starting to sink in, but I think he still needs an example. “Asking Jackson why he couldn’t find a chick his own age was just being an asshole, especially knowing what you do about Craig and Chad.”

Cam’s body slinked further into the bed, like he’s trying to let it swallow him. He looked away from me. I put my hand on his shoulder.

“I know you probably don’t mean anything by it, or even realize that it sometimes comes across more like bullying than joking. But having experienced that side of you myself, I guess I’m sensitive to it.”

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly, his voice cracking. Shit, he’s on the verge of tears. “I don’t want to be mean. I still feel bad about how I treated you, both a year ago and when we were on a break. I was a real dick.”

I patted his arm and pulled him toward me. “I know. And sometimes it is funny and good natured, but it can escalate fast. I mean, how do you think your dad would react if he overheard?”

Cam’s teary eyes widened. Realizing that his father would be displeased if he witnessed him acting like that is making it finally, fully register. “He’d whoop my ass right on the spot,” he said softly. “He’d be so disappointed,” he added, almost to himself.

“You wouldn't be able to sit for a week. And then I wouldn’t get to play with this,” I said, grabbing his butt and squeezing.

He rolled over to face me and I wiped his wet cheeks. “I’m really sorry, babe. I’ll work on it, I promise. Is there anything else bugging you?”

I thought. “Well, if I’m being completely honest, I really hate the word ‘bussy.’ Or even calling ass a ‘pussy.’ It makes me feel like a girl and like that’s all I am to you, a hole to hump,” I said assertively. “Chad called my butt HIS ‘boy pussy.’ It’s all I can think of when I hear it.”

“I noticed your eye roll when I said ‘bussy’ but I just thought that’s because it’s kind of cringe and funny,” he said. “I can’t believe I made you feel that way. I’m sorry. I’ll erase both from my vocabulary, okay?”

“Thanks,” I replied, pulling him into me. I’m glad we talked. “I know in the heat of the moment stuff can come out. I mean, I even told Noah my ‘pussy’ wanted him just this morning, but it felt gross. Plus, he’s straight, so I thought it might help. I wanted him to rim me, so bad!”

Cam laughed. “Yeah, I think he might be close. He’s doing a lot more stuff now. If he thinks it’ll help him better toss Ashley’s salad, he might be willing.”

I don’t know about that, but it’s a hot fantasy.

“How was kissing him? I could tell you liked it.”

I smiled. “It was nice. He isn’t great at it, but he’s Noah, and that’s something I’ve wanted to do with him for years. It feels kind of special, I dunno why.”

“I get it. He’s your best friend, probably even your first crush. Kissing is intimate,” Cam agreed. “Honestly, I was jealous at first, like it was crossing a line, but then I thought about it and want you to be happy.”

I kissed him right there. Only for a few seconds, but still, I sucked on his tongue good.

“If I ever see him holding your hand though, I’ll shank him.”

Cam giggled, but I’m not so sure he’s completely joking. Mental note: don’t ever hold another boy’s hand.

“We can’t do this on Noah’s bed. Besides, I bet our rides will be here soon. We should probably go back downstairs,” Cam suggested reluctantly. “Are we good?”

I squeezed him. “Yeah, we’re good.”

“I’m glad. Thanks for telling me,” he said, hugging me back. “It sounds like I need to do some damage control with Jackson and Noah too.”

***

Cam cleared the air with Jackson and we all chilled in the family room. Noah opened his new monitor and texted Adam, asking if he’d help him mount the fish sculpture I gave him.

“I can’t believe you thought the Squishmallow was dumb,” he said, squeezing his avocado. “Now I have something else to hump when I’m desperate.” Jackson, scrolling on his phone, sniggered.

I shrugged. “I dunno why, it just didn’t seem like a very eighth grade guy thing. I worried you’d think it’s lame.”

“Nah, I don’t think most people care, at least in private,” Cam said. “They might not admit it, or play with them like when we were little, but I don’t think it’s rare for them to still be around in guys’ rooms.”

“I’ve never seen one in yours.”

Cam blushed a little. “Well yeah, my bed would be too crowded with it and you in it, and you outrank the obese penguin,” he admitted. “I only have a few left, and they live in my closet most of the time. And especially when people come over.” It’s interesting to me Cam has hid that from me, but is choosing to admit it now that he knows Noah thinks it’s fine. “You aren’t always around to spoon, and I sleep better having something to cuddle. It’s not like Mom will let me get a dog,” he added bitterly. “Anyway, like Noah said last night, it’s just a pillow shaped like something fun.”

“Kim got me this gymnast bear when we were broken up. I was sad and Craig even spritzed his cologne on it, so it would smell like him,” I explained. “I didn’t realize until we redid my room at their house last weekend, but he took a picture of me sleeping with it. He and Kim gushed about how ‘cute’ it is and even printed a copy.” I rolled my eyes.

Cam elbowed me. “Your new room! I still haven’t seen it,” he said, pausing to check his watch. “We have like 20 minutes until Daddy gets here. Let’s go next door so I can see how it turned out.”

***

We raced over to Craig’s. Cam won this time, but only because he cheated and started running at the count of two instead of three. Bastard.

Both Kim and Craig have told me to treat their house like my second home. Just like I have to do chores, I also have privileges, and that includes not knocking. I’m still getting a little used to it, but I’m trying to remember to just let myself in.

Craig is sitting in his recliner, playing on his phone and watching football. He looked surprised to see us.

“Hey Craig. I want to see Max’s new room before Daddy gets me in about fifteen minutes, and not sure when I'll get the chance again,” Cam said, hinting that he knows his night-long break from grounding is over. “Is that okay?”

Craig seems startled, but nodded. 

I walked over to Craig, leaned down, and gave him a big hug.

“Can I get a good morning kiss?” I asked, tilting down to present the top of my head. “I got the shaft last night when you only gave me a lame side hug. Like I was just Noah or something.”

Craig squeezed me back, and did give me a quick peck, but he’s not himself. Maybe he’s just tired or hung over or something? I remember how quiet and out of it Mom could get sometimes when she’d drink too much. Thankfully she hasn’t been doing that. Now that I think about it, last night was the first time I’ve seen her drink since our blowup after the Spartan Night.

“Hey, Noah didn’t even get a hug before bed. You’re spoiled, little boy.” Finally, Craig smiled.

“Don’t worry, I just want to check out his room,” Cam declared. “We know we don’t have time for a quickie. I just want to savor my last few minutes of freedom.”

It’s dawning on me that we won’t be able to see each other, outside of gymnastics, at least until Halloween. It’s been weeks, but we just picked right where we left off.

As for his joke that we won’t try anything fun, well… normally that would be disappointing, but I’m freaking tired and probably a little dehydrated at this point.

“I don’t think I could cum again yet if I tried,” I shared.

Craig laughed, but Cam didn’t seem to think it was funny because he fucking smacked my butt, and not in a playful way. “Max! You know better than to tease Craig like that. It’s mean.”

I jumped and rubbed my butt. Damn, he has a point. I looked down and mumbled. “Sorry sir.”

Craig just shook his head. “So, now that you have your phone back, did you ever download the app that controls the LED light color?”

Shit, I spaced that. “Oh, that’s a good idea! I forgot. Thanks for mentioning it,” I grabbed my phone and hopped on the App Store as Cam and I ran to My Room.

***

Cam approves of how things turned out. He looked at the pictures hanging on the wall of me with Craig, Kim, Mom, Noah, and him and glanced back at me, smiling. He put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me close. “You really hit the jackpot, you know that, right?” he asked.

I cocked my head. “What do you mean?”

“Having Craig and Kim as bonus parents. Do you know how lucky you are?” he replied, kissing my cheek. “Plus a nice mom, a friend like Noah… and an awesome boyfriend.”

I feel warm inside. “I do. But, I feel the same way about having you and your dad in my corner, too. I can’t imagine what things would be like without all of you right now.” I’m suddenly kind of emotional. Cam is right — minus him, Bob, Kim, and especially Craig, my life would be so different. It’s like I veered onto a whole new path last January, right after the shit with my father. 

I squeezed Cam. “You get the benefit of Craig being around too, you know? And Noah.”

“True,” he said, returning my hug. “I like how things are, even if my mom can still be a lot. But honestly, even she’s chilled some. She’s trying, at least.” I think that’s the first time he’s ever acknowledged her progress.

After I played with the LED lights, Cam admired things a little more. “It turned out cool. If we ever get to romp in here, you can set mood lighting,” he suggested, grinning. He pushed his mouth onto mine and kissed me hard. “The pics are great, the robot license plate thing is cool, the lights are lit.” He giggled. “And the alarm clock is definitely an upgrade.”

“And we all painted it together. Right after you gave Noah the ride heard round the world,” I teased. We’re learning about the Revolutionary War right now in Social Studies, so I thought I was clever. 

Now that I think about it, that was a strange day. Things were a little awkward at first, since Noah was being emo after having buttsex the first time. And then later, at dinner, Chad was leering at me — which caused me to freak out.

But, Cam’s right, my room has turned out well. I really should do something to thank Kim and Craig.

Cam collapsed onto the bed and grabbed my turtle pillow. “Hey, that’s right. I always knew this was the room you slept in when you spent the night, but now it’s totally your room. It’s kind of cool I got to help update it for you.” He patted the spot on the bed next to him.

I crawled beside him and we exchanged a brief kiss. Okay, maybe it was a little more than brief. A little tongue was involved. But I’m not even hard, honest.

Craig summoned us back downstairs. “Cam, your father is on his way. I just texted him to let him know you’re over here. He said he’s five out.”

We broke our embrace. “I should go get my stuff from Noah’s.”

“Wait, I have a better idea. I need help getting some revenge.”

“Huh?”

“When I was here with Noah last weekend, we got into a wrestling-tickle match with Craig. He owned us, and I want payback.”

“Are you sure he won’t mind? I mean, I don’t want him to get the wrong idea.”

“He won’t think like that. He didn’t with Noah and I.” After I said that I realized that Craig did get hard. Maybe Cam is right. But nothing else happened, and it was super fun for all of us. And who knows how much longer I’ll get to rough-house with Craig. Besides, I know by how much he laughed that he enjoyed it as much as we did.

“Okay, then,” Cam replied, suddenly excited by the idea. “Let’s get him.”

We walked down casually, trying not to tip our hand. Craig was just returning to the living room with a fresh cup of coffee. 

“Hmmm, coffee,” I said, grabbing the cup from him and pretending to take a drink.

“Since when do you like coffee?” he asked, perplexed. I sat the cup down on the TV stand.

“I don’t! I just didn’t want you to spill it and burn yourself.”

“Huh? I’m not that old.”

“Now!”

We launched ourselves towards him. Cam wrapped himself around Craig’s legs and I jumped up and threw my hands around his neck. He soon kneeled to the ground. We have him!

“Kamikazing me, are you?” Craig joked. “I’ll swat you away like flies.” He flipped me around, rolling me over and digging his hands into my sides.

I squirmed as I busted out in laughter. “You never learn!” he joked.

Cam jumped onto his back and attacked his underarms, which brought me some relief from his assault. We’re all laughing. 

“Where’s his most ticklish spot?” Cam asked with urgency.

“I don’t have any!” Craig declared defiantly, tossing Cam over his shoulder, onto the couch.

“Liar!” I yelled as I dug into his ribs. “Keep focusing on his armpits,” I instructed Cam.

I don’t know if Craig was just letting us win, or if we incapacitated him with our barrage, but he kind of stopped resisting and let us tickle him. I glanced down briefly, and he doesn’t look aroused, so I don’t think he’s enjoying it like that. 

Cam and I are both splayed atop him, pinning him down, dealing an endless assault as he twisted and turned, hoping to find a weak spot.

We must have been loud, because I didn’t hear Bob come in. He managed to lean over and pick both Cam and I up like we’re nothing, each under one arm. 

“Two against one doesn’t seem very sportsmanlike,” he quipped as he tossed me onto the couch and Cam the love seat. We all laughed, slowly catching our breath. 

“I was just about to take care of them,” Craig said. “I was just letting them tire themselves out.”

“Sure you were,” Cam replied.

Bob extended his hand and pulled Craig to his feet. The two exchanged a bro hug. “Sorry to end your fun, boys. How was the birthday party? Everything go okay?”

“Yes sir,” Cam answered, standing up to give his father a hug. “It was so fun. Thanks again for letting me come.”

“Your reprieve was well deserved,” Craig stated. Maybe he’s trying to talk Bob into ungrounding Cam? “They were very well behaved at dinner. And right up until they came over to assault me,” he continued, flashing a grin. He seems like his usual self again.

“Do you have your things?” Bob asked. “We have raking to do back at home. It’s amazing how fast the leaves have started coming down.”

“No sir. I’ll need to go next door to get them.”

“Is your mother on her way?” Craig asked me.

I checked my phone. “I’m not sure. I texted her a bit ago, but she hasn’t replied.” 

Craig looks… surprised? “Why don’t you bring your stuff over, too. We’ll figure it out. The Reeds have put up with you savages for long enough.”

***

Cam and I gathered our belongings from the basement. Maybe it was my imagination, but Cam’s bag smells cummy to me. It had the towel inside we cleaned up with, multiple times. Hopefully that’s just my imagination and paranoia. 

Noah gave us both hugs and thanked us again for the great birthday. Jackson was in the kitchen and gave us both fist bumps.

***

Bob was quickly off with Cam. Our reunion is officially over. But I have to admit, it was one hell of a night. The last 16 hours were so fun — minus the twenty minutes I was frustrated with Cam. But now that we’ve talked, I feel better about that, too. 

Honestly, I know it’s been a while, but I didn’t anticipate that much sex between the three of us. I knew we would have a good time with Noah before crashing, but the morning session was unexpected. Plus, it was fun hanging out with Ashley. Girls can be cool to chill with. 

“I don’t get any response from your mother either, but I have an idea,” Craig said.

“Yeah?”

“I’m supposed to go to Rochester to do some handyman stuff for Emma. You can tag along and do some chores, for the Europe trip. It will save me from being bored on the drive,” he stated. “You don’t have any obligations at home, do you?”

“Nope. I’d love to come with!” I said, running to the kitchen to grab a water bottle for the road. “That’s better than being at home doing nothing. I’ll text Mom.”

“I already did, but you can if you want. Make sure to share your location if you don’t already,” he suggested. That’s a good idea. Now that I have my phone back, I should do that with him, too. “She’s probably still sleeping.”

Mom doesn’t usually sleep in this late, but maybe she was worn out after a late night after a long week.

***

We watched the game until half-time, then hit the road, after Craig packed a few tools.

As we pulled down the road, Craig turned on the Hamilton soundtrack. I’m not a huge fan, but whatever. I looked out the window and admired the colors of the changing leaves. I’ve always liked fall.

I let out a big yawn. “Tired?” Craig asked. “I suppose you boys stayed up late, playing video games or something.”

I laughed. “Sort of late, but we didn’t play a single video game.”

“So, you and Cam making crude remarks about having sex all night had some basis in truth.”

I blushed. “I’m sorry.”

“About?”

“We shouldn’t have said anything. Cam’s right, that was kind of teasing you, wasn’t it?”

“It’s fine,” he answered, reaching over to pat me on the leg. “You don’t have to share details, but I don’t mind either way. Just glad you had a good time and are respectful to each other.”

“Oh, we definitely did. I have to tell you about one thing though. It’s just too great not to share.”

“Okay.”

 “It’s actually hilarious, and it’s not even about that. Well, not exactly.”

“Go on. You’ve piqued my interest.”

“Well, Noah was hanging on Ashley all night, right?” He nodded. “They stopped in the park on the way home to make out. After going at it heavily in the basement.”

“That seems pretty harmless and age-appropriate, more or less.”

“It was, though it definitely got PG-13 when Jackson went upstairs.”

Craig smirked. “‘PG-13’? In what way?”

“Ashley was sitting on Noah’s lap and uh… kind of started grinding on him.”

“No shit. Seriously? Right in front of you and Cam?”

“We were, um, occupied as well,” I replied, smirking. “But anyway, when we’re walking home, Noah was super worked up.”

“I can imagine. Boy probably had blue balls!”

“That’s what he said. I didn’t realize that was an actual thing,” I replied. Noah has mentioned it before, but I thought it was mostly in his head or just a little achiness. “Of course, Cam couldn’t resist making it even worse. He started asking him to imagine what it’s going to be like when he has sex the first time — with a girl, I mean. Between the two of them, they started painting this whole scene… and you won’t believe this.”

“What?”

“Noah actually came in his pants, right there on the sidewalk, just past the park. Didn’t even touch himself. He was so embarrassed.”

Craig laughed. “Okay, that is funny. But he would kill you for sharing, so I won’t say anything.”

“He ran all the way home. Cam and I were dying.”

“I hope you weren’t mean about it.”

“We weren’t. He was a block ahead of us, and we didn’t rub it in until later,” I explained. “Have you ever had that happen? Cream your shorts?”

Craig thought for a moment. “Not that I can think of. Not while I’m awake, anyway. I’ve had wet dreams of course, but that’s different.”

“Yeah, that’s not the same,” I agreed. Although I think I’ve only ever had one of those. In Mom’s bed, while I was broken up with Cam, if I recall. 

“Well, it sounds like your night was eventful, even before you holed up in the basement.”

“It got more eventful. Everyone had fun.”

“I’m sure,” he answered. He’s playing it cool, but I know he would love to hear details. Still, I worry that it’s unkind to titillate him, even if he enjoys specifics. It’s not like sharing hurts anyone. He’s determined to not allow anything to happen between us, so the least I can do is let him live vicariously. So, I gave him an overview, before shifting gears. 

“Were the parents really upstairs talking about us, uh, doing stuff?”

Craig sighed. “Jackson ratted us out, eh?”

“Sorta. He didn’t say much, other than he had to get out of there because that’s what the topic was.”

“It was an odd conversation, but nothing horrible. Mostly just parents lamenting their babies growing up, and having to worry about what they might be doing,” Craig explained. “Of course, everyone was a little tipsy from dinner and the wine Lisa’s cousin brought, so inhibitions were low. Let’s just say things were discussed rather frankly.”

“Sounds awful.”

“The wine was good. And the cake. The rest was awkward. Women are so clueless about boys,” he said, merging onto the interstate. “Well, not Lisa. She gets it. Karla didn’t think boys your age could have orgasms yet or ejaculate. Can you believe that?”

I shook my head. “She doesn’t know about dry cums? I think most dudes are having those a while before they start shooting. I did for years. Hell, I haven’t been able to cum for even a full year yet, but I’ve been getting off since I was like 11.”

Craig took a deep breath. “Well, think about it. I don’t think they have any way of knowing. I mean, as a woman, all you know about men and orgasm is that they ejaculate when it happens. If you think sperm comes later in puberty, I could see how they might think you couldn’t have one without the other. Climaxing is different for women. They can have multiple orgasms — or not at all.”

Thinking about a woman having an orgasm is gross. I’ve heard about pussies getting wet, but they don’t actually squirt, do they? What a disgusting thought. “I guess.”

“I could have set her straight, but I didn’t want to explain all that. She’d assume all little boys are raging perverts or something.”

“Aren’t we, though?” I laughed. “Sometimes.”

Craig clicked his tongue. “She’d spontaneously combust if she knew the half of it.”

***

I dozed off for a few minutes before we arrived at Emma’s duplex. It was only 15 minutes, but still a good nap. I’m short on sleep after our late night and early morning romps.

Mom texted while I was out, blessing spending the day with Craig. I knew she wouldn’t care. And good thing, since we’re already exiting the highway into Rochester. 

She said she got up for a while this morning but went back to sleep because she had a ‘headache.’ I realized right away it was Mom who Craig was referring to when he mentioned the adults being ‘tipsy.’ I hope this doesn’t mean she’s going to start drinking again.

Who knows what she said about me. I could ask Craig, but I probably don’t want to know. Honestly, I’m more concerned about her getting drunk. Her drinking has always worried me, and I thought she had stopped.

I usually love spending time with Craig, but the whole afternoon turned out to be awkward. Emma gave off the strangest vibe. I’ve met her before, although it’s been years. She used to babysit Noah and Jackson in the summer, and I would come over sometimes to play. She was always chill. Today, though? She’s definitely surprised I’m here, and honestly, seemed irritated by my presence.

She was super excited to see Craig, but as soon as she noticed me, her smile disappeared. “Max? What are you doing here?” she asked, before stumbling and making some inane comment about how much taller I am. Considering I’m not a whole lot above five foot, it’s nice that someone has noticed my change in height. 

Craig explained how I’m working off the Europe trip. Emma raised her eyebrows. She knows Craig and I spend time together, but had no idea he’s chaperoning to Europe. Frankly, she seems put off. Craig didn’t appear to notice, immediately launching into her to-do list like a man on a mission.

We weren’t busy for long. Craig drove her car long enough to decide the brakes should be checked by a mechanic. Then, we hung a shelf in the laundry room and replaced a light switch. Emma was trying to help Craig with the shelf, so I slipped out to let her. But, then Craig yelled for me and jokingly accused me of slacking off. I really wasn’t, but don’t like feeling like a third wheel. It’s uncomfortable, and I sense Emma wants Craig time (which I totally get). 

We went to a late lunch afterwards and I swear she didn’t say ten words to me. Anytime Craig would try to include me, she’d interrupt and change the subject.

***

“Well, that was awkward as fuck,” I said once we were on the road.

Craig was completely oblivious. “What?” he asked. “I mean I know that wasn’t as fun as hanging out with Cam and Noah, but it’s work.”

“Seriously? You didn’t pick up on any of the tension?”

“With what?”

“Emma! You didn’t notice how she totally ignored me and was giving me dirty looks the entire time? She was pissed I was there.”

He shook his head. “You’re imagining things. You’ve known her for years, Max. Why would she care?”

“I don’t know, but she sure seemed unhappy that I came,” I reiterated. It baffles me how he didn’t notice. It was so obvious. “And when you told her you were chaperoning us to Europe, man… if looks could kill. I think she’s jealous.”

“She was probably just surprised, and Europe just hasn’t come up. It’s not like she didn’t go to Mexico or cruises almost every year growing up. She has no reason to be annoyed with you, and I really don’t think that’s it, so please don’t brood.”

“Okay, but I’m telling you, something felt off.”

“I’ll have Kim touch base with her. Whatever you think you perceived, it’s fine. Trust me?” He patted my leg. “Thanks for your help, by the way. I’m sure she appreciated it, too.”

I want to relax, but I’m uneasy. How could he have missed literally all of her body language?

I don’t want to cause problems with Craig and his actual kids. That would be completely shitty. On the other hand, maybe I’m just anxious about Mom drinking again, and that has me on edge? Am I being paranoid? 

***

On the drive back, Mom called Craig to find out when we would return. It came through his car’s Bluetooth, so we can all talk. 

She wants to know if I will be home soon, as she has a date in a few hours with James, the lumberjack. She claimed she told me that earlier in the week, but it’s news to me. Maybe I zoned out? It’s fine though, I won’t mind having the house to myself. Especially after being constantly around so many other people the last 24 hours. A little alone time sounds nice. 

Craig offered to feed me, but Mom said she already has chicken and rice in the oven. 

“You’re not having dinner with James?” I asked.

“Nope, not this time. We’re going to a club to see his friend play, and will barely make it. His boys have some function he has to attend. See you soon, sweetie.”

After we disconnected, I groaned.

“What? You don’t like her dating?”

“No, that’s fine… he seems nice. But a club, after last night? She’ll probably be hungover again tomorrow.” 

“Ah,” Craig replied, nodding slowly. “I get where you’re coming from now. I know you don’t like it when she drinks.”

“And I thought she stopped! Other than one glass of wine at dinner a couple weeks ago, I hadn’t seen her drink at all until last night.”

“Hmmm. Well, if it’s any consolation, I don’t think she was trashed last night. Yes, she had a couple drinks at dinner and some wine at Adam and Lisa’s, but she wasn’t out of her mind. We were all a little buzzed.”

“‘Buzzed’ enough to talk about my sex life?” I asked sarcastically

Craig blushed. “Okay, fair point. But I wouldn’t assume one night is an indicator she’s reverting to old ways. I know she went to a happy hour in Denver on that work trip. I’m sure she had a drink then, too,” he suggested. “I know it’s something you’re sensitive to, but most adults drink and it doesn’t make them an alcoholic. I think you might be making a bigger deal out of this in your head than you should.” He paused. “Are you sure it’s not something else that is bothering you? You truly don’t mind her dating?”

“No, it’s just the drinking I don’t like. It reminds me of my father too much. He didn’t get drunk a lot, but the few times that he did he was an even bigger jerk.”

“I see. You know, it wouldn’t be disrespectful to share your concerns and feelings on the subject. You hold more sway with her than you realize.”

That may be true. The last time I said something, she dumped all the booze from the house. As far as I know, the house is still dry. 

“I don’t know. I don’t want her to get upset or think I’m being dramatic.”

“She won’t. I can be there — if you want.”

“I dunno. I’ll think about it.”

***

Mom was just pulling the casserole out of the oven when we walked in. “Smells good,” Craig offered. 

“It is good. Max loves it. It’s simple but tasty. It just needs to brown a few minutes more,” she replied, giving me a kiss on the cheek. “You’re welcome to stay for dinner if you’d like. There’s plenty.”

“Do I have time to shower?” I asked. I’m grimy from the morning sex and helping Craig, even though nothing we did was tough. 

“Yes. About 10 minutes and it will be ready. I’ll wait for you, but please don’t dawdle.” Did Mom just tell me not to jerk off?

I started to tell Craig bye, but he waved me off. “I’ll still be here when you come back down. Go get cleaned up and then I might let you give me a hug.”

***

When I headed back downstairs, Mom and Craig were sitting at the kitchen table. I paused on the stairs. They’re definitely having a serious discussion. I’m not sure whether I should interrupt, and they haven’t noticed me. I started to retreat back to my room, to give them space, but decided to just make my presence known.

“Perfect timing,” Mom declared, pushing her chair back. “Food is ready.” Craig stood as well.

He intercepted me for a hug just outside the kitchen. “Thanks again for the help today. See you later this week.”

“Of course. Can’t wait.”

He squeezed me closer and whispered. “Don’t forget what we talked about. Bring it up if it's still bothering you.”

“You’re sure you can’t stay for dinner?”

“I'd love to, but Kim texted that she made us dinner plans. I'll definitely take a rain check,” Craig said. “Enjoy your date.”

“I’m sure I will. Thanks again Craig, for everything.” Mom even gave Craig a hug.

***

Mom dished up two plates and we sat at the table. 

While we ate, she asked about Rochester. I told her about the chores we did and how I thought Emma was being weird. She was curious so I tried to explain. She wasn’t convinced, especially once I told her Craig didn’t seem to notice. “He knows his own kid,” she said.

“So, you’re going to see some band play?”

“Yes, some friends of James are performing. They're supposed to be really good. I’m looking forward to it,” she said, rubbing my arm. “You’ll be okay home alone?”

“Sure. I need some alone time to recharge, anyway. Plus, I can get some homework done.” Man, do I know how to have an exciting Saturday night!

Mom smiled. “Perfect. You’ve always been my little introvert,” she replied. “I won’t be home that late. I’m still tired from last night.”

“Uh huh,” I mumbled, looking away.

Mom sighed. “I’m sorry baby.”

“For what?”

“Craig mentioned you were worried that I was drunk last night. That you thought I might be slipping into old habits. I’m not, I promise.” She reached over and took my hand. “It’s Diet Coke and water for me tonight. Okay?”

I’m surprised — and relieved. I didn’t expect Craig to bring it up for me. But I guess I’m kind of glad he did.

“Thanks Mom.” I squeezed her hand back. I feel a weight lifted.

“And I think I owe you another apology. We all got a little carried away in our conversation last night. I might have shared too much.”

“I know you and Lisa talk about everything. And there isn’t anything Craig doesn’t know. But, Craig was surprised at what was said in front of Jackson and that other lady. Although he said it wasn’t anything horrible and Jackson didn’t give any specifics.”

“Karla.”

“Yeah, her.”

“It’s true, I’m not proud of some things I vented about,” she admitted. “But, both Lisa and Craig called me out, and I promise I won’t drink that much again.”

Her phone buzzed on the table. “James is here. Normally he’d come in and say hello, but like I said, we’re already running late since his kids’ meet went late.”

“It’s fine. Have fun, and don’t do anything I wouldn’t, young lady.” 

Mom laughed. “Very funny. Although I gather at this point that isn’t the deterrence you intend it to be.” She covered her mouth and I definitely blushed. “Sorry. Although you know, we will eventually have to talk more about that. Sometime.”

I cringed. Neither of us want to endure that awkwardness. “Goodbye, mother.”

***

The rest of the weekend was uneventful. Mom must have felt guilty about drinking or sharing too much, or maybe leaving with James in the midst of our conversation. Whatever it was, when she got home that night, she told me she was confident I had learned my lesson and it seemed pointless to keep me grounded any longer. So now, not only do I have my phone back, I’m totally free again. 

Well, as free as an eighth grader can be. 

Cam and I spent a good portion of Sunday at the gym, working in some extra reps. Our first meet of the season is next weekend. It’s not huge or anything — just a few local gyms to get the season started, but we still want to kick ass. 

I like working out on Sunday. It’s lower key, you can go at your own pace, and on specific things you need to focus on. Plus, Cam and I get to see each other, since he is still grounded. I keep hoping Bob will relent, but so far, no such luck.

It gave me plenty of time to tell Cam about Craig’s daughter being weird and passing along what I learned about the adults talking about us. Cam cringed of course, but seemed relatively unbothered.

***

I was hoping for a mellow week at school. That seemed dashed when Liam showed up during his aide period and hauled me out of class to see Mr. Tim. 

“What’s going on NOW?” I anxiously asked as soon as I was in the hallway.

“I’m not sure,” he replied flatly. “They don’t actually tell us anything, you know.”

“Great. I’m sure it’s got something to do with Dom.” God, can I just be left alone?

He shrugged. “Honestly, I’m not sure it’s bad. I can usually tell by the mood of whomever assigns me something. Mr. Tim did not seem annoyed. In fact, he was cheerful,” Liam said, before smirking. “Have you done anything wrong lately?”

I laughed. “Well, I definitely sinned over the weekend. Noah had his birthday sleepover, and Cam and I managed to spend some quality time together. But I don’t think that would get me in hot water here.”

“Damn. I’d love to hear details,’ he replied, adjusting his crotch. 

“I bet you would. Maybe Halloween will be just as fun. You’re still coming, right?”

“Yes, as far as I know. My parents haven’t come up with a reason to make me stay home. They better not.”

“Seriously.”

***

I tapped on Mr. Tim’s door. He was typing away at his computer. 

“Max!” he exclaimed. Liam was right, I’m not in trouble. “Come, sit. I was just looking at your schedule.”

“My schedule? What for?”

“I have an official offer. If you’re ready, we’d like to have you start as an office aide. The pay isn’t great, but it does have some perks,” he said, grinning.

Awesome. What a relief. “When?”

“You could start today if you like. Provided you don’t mind giving up Art. We need another aide during the final period, which is busier. Luckily, you have an elective at the end of the day.”

“I didn’t think I could start until semester, or at least end of the quarter.”

“Me either. But Principal Johnson and I were talking last week after the meeting with Dom. We were both so impressed with how you handled the matter, and Seb, and everything else honestly, that he thought you were deserving now.”

“Wow! I don’t know what to say.” My leg is bouncing, but not in a nervous way. This will be fun. And more time with Mr. Tim!

“Your counselor talked to the art teacher. He says your grade is solid and if you finish up this last project, he’ll give you an A for the quarter and you’ll get the credit, even though there are two weeks left.”

“I’m almost done. I can knock it off over lunch or after school.”

“Perfect.”

“So, I start, like, today?”

He smiled. “If you want. Now that we know you’re interested, the counselor will call your mom to confirm permission, and then officially change your schedule,” he explained. “I assumed you’d be eager to learn the ropes.”

“For sure. Thanks!” I’d like to give him a hug to show my appreciation, but refrained. 

“It’s well deserved. Come to my office at the start of seventh period.” He offered me a fist bump. Not quite the hug I wanted, but it will do. “You should get back to class.”

***

I’m pretty excited. I didn’t really think I was in trouble, but I half-expected Mr. Tim to tell me Dom was already back at school or something. Not that I care, I know it’s going to happen, but I thought he had a few more days of suspension. 

Getting the aide gig definitely has me in the best of moods. I’m already pretty pleased after the weekend, but now I’m even happier. 

Liam couldn’t stop grinning at lunch. Apparently, he knew why I was called down but kept it quiet. He overheard Mr. Tim telling one of the secretaries before he came to get me.

“I’m jealous you have it last hour,” he commented, after giving me some tips. “That’s the busiest hour of the day and there’s always lots to do. And when you get breaks, it’s great to knock homework out of the way.”

***

Mr. Tim was waiting for me and took me to meet all the staff so they know who the new errand boy is. My first task was easy — delivering a box to the gym. Apparently some new sports equipment arrived for Coach B.

When I returned, I was given a summons to bring a student to the office. I looked down and did a double-take: Spencer Schwab.

***

Spencer was startled when I appeared in his English class until the teacher told him to collect his things and go to the office.

He looked at me mystified. “You’re an aide now?”

“First day on the job,” I replied.

“Suck up,” he answered, elbowing me. 

“Ha ha. So, what did you do wrong?”

“Ugh,” he groaned. “Which time?”

“Now. I mean, are you in trouble or just going home early or what?”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “I wish I was just going home.”

“What’s going on with you, anyway? You seemed off when we talked at the gym. Then I heard you were called down last week, but you clammed up when I asked why,” I said, patting his arm. “Is everything okay?”

“Since when you do care? You barely talk to me, at school or practice,” Spencer answered softly. He seems hurt, wounded. Something’s definitely up.

That stung. I stopped and turned to face him. He looks defeated.

The truth is, I’ve been so preoccupied with literally everything else that I haven’t been a good friend to him. Spencer can be a lot, but I do genuinely like him.

“I’m sorry. I do care, it’s just been a crazy start to the school year,” I said. He looks unconvinced. I put my hand on his shoulder and looked down at him. “We never really cross paths at school, and with Cam and I grounded, we pretty much only get to see each other at practice,” I tried to explain. “But still, I know starting middle school is hard. I’m sorry I’ve been a shitty friend. I should have checked in with you more.”

Thankfully, Spencer isn’t one to hold a grudge. He smiled weakly. “It’s okay. I know big, bad eighth graders don’t want to hang out with little sixth graders.”

I rolled my eyes. “Not even. I don’t care about that. I’ve made friends with a new sevvie in my math class. You’d like him, he’s funny.”

“Is he cute?”

I laughed. Typical Spence. “Kinda, in a nerdy sort of way. But I don’t mind that.”

“Me neither. I’ll take any boy I can get,” he whispered. “Tall or short; skinny or fat — whatever. I just want a dick to play with.”

“Yeah but you don’t want to jump onto just any dick,” I warned. “So, are you in trouble? Anything I can help with?”

We stopped outside the office.

“Let’s just say I wish I had a do over,” he explained, looking around. “I can’t get into it now, but hopefully I’ll be at practice early and we can talk. Assuming I’m still alive,” he added, laughing nervously.

I nodded. “Good luck man.”

I saw his mom greet him as he entered the office. Oh boy. She does not look pleased.

*** End of Chapter 52 ***

Author’s notes: As always, comments are much appreciated to craigpwriter888@tutanota.com