Max’s Awakening #54

By craigpwriter888@tutanota.com and J

Author’s Notes:

Like the last chapter - we’ve broken this chapter into ‘parts’ - part 1, part 2, etc.

Lots of readers seem to enjoy Spencer’s character – this chapter will be to their liking.

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Chapter 54

Part I —

Spencer’s mom suggested My Burger since it was on the way home. It’s a local fast-food chain and their burgers are great, so I didn’t object. I’m starving after eating light last night and this morning — and it’s a much better option than the Big Mac Spencer asked for.

Ms. Schwab is nice and I’ve always liked her. She talked my ear off. She gushed about how impressive Cam’s and my routines were. She admitted she hadn’t gotten to see many practices lately and it definitely came as a surprise.

“Well, we’ve been coming in early this fall for extra practice,” I explained.

“I’ve been telling Spencer that if he worked harder, he could be as good as anyone.”

“Yes ma’am, hard work pays off,” I replied. I feel like I’m channeling Cam. “And you’re right, Spencer’s natural ability is fantastic. Maybe he should start coming early with us. We’ll make him bust his a… rear.” I caught myself.

“He could use a little kick in the ass,” she said, turning to flash me a smirk. 

“Hey, I’d totally go early!” Spencer interjected. “I love working out with Cam and Max.” I hope he realizes we really do just work out. Sure, we talk a fair amount, but it’s mainly hard work. 

“I could ask my mom, or Craig, if we could give him a ride,” I added. I know she’s a solo parent at the moment. Though I guess his dad must be around somewhere. I need to ask him later.

“That would be great, wouldn’t it, Spence?”

“Yeah. For real.”

“I’ll text your mother later.”

“Sometimes Craig takes me. I’m sure we can give Spencer a ride, whoever it is.” I know I probably shouldn't just offer without checking, but I really don’t think Mom will care and I can almost guarantee Craig won’t.

“You had quite the fan club today,” she said, changing topics. “Craig and Kim are so nice. And I loved how your friends came to support you.”

I smiled. “I was nervous about that, but it turned out well.”

***

Once we arrived at Spencer’s house, Ms. Schwab quickly ate her salad while Spencer and I tried to down our burgers. They are massive and messy. 

“If the two of you don’t mind, I have errands to run. It’s been a long week and I have several places I need to go. Can I trust you boys to stay out of trouble?”

“I’ll kick him in the ass if he misbehaves,” I joked, referencing her comment from earlier. “Nah, I was thinking we’d get homework finished.” Mine is done already, but I have my doubts Spence’s is.

“I don’t have much,” he declared. “But we can do that and then play Fortnite, or something.” I know exactly what ‘something’ means.

“Well, I might suggest a shower before you get into any of that. I’ll have to air out the house otherwise.”

We both laughed. I hope we don’t reek that badly. I mean, we don’t really go that hard at meets. It’s nothing like a tough practice. “Definitely.” I did a pit sniff test for effect. 

“Spencer can show you where the towels are and get you anything else you need.” He nodded. “Spencer, call me if you guys need anything, understand?”

“Yes Mama,” he answered somewhat sarcastically. “We’ll be fine.”

She insisted on giving him a kiss on the forehead before leaving and whispered something in his ear. 

“I swear, she freaks out anytime I’m home alone for more than 10 minutes! If you weren’t here, she would have totally made me go with her.”

“Seriously? What do you do after school?” I asked before shoveling the last of my burger into my mouth. 

“Now? She gets home just after I do. I might have 15 minutes to be naughty and then I have to do homework. Dad used to always be here when I got home and we would play catch and stuff like that. He worked nights.”

“Do you not see him much anymore?”

“Nope,” he answered dejectedly. “He took a new job out of town after moving out. Mom doesn’t trust me to be home alone for long.” Honestly, knowing how he can be, she’s probably not being completely unreasonable.

“I’m sorry man. That sucks. I like having the house to myself, though sometimes I ride home with Noah.”

Mentioning him was a mistake. “Noah is so hot. God, I wish I was his girlfriend. His dick is huge!”

Typical Spence and his one-track mind. But how the eff would he know Noah is big? “Spencer, everyone’s dick is huge compared to yours. You haven’t fully hit puberty yet. I remember you thought mine was big when you first saw it in the hot tub at Cam’s. And I’m maybe average, at best.”

“But Noah’s not. I saw it.” 

I looked at him, perplexed. “When?”

“At school, at the Spartan Night, in the bathroom. He came in while I was taking a leak.”

“You stared at his dick?”

“I wouldn’t say ‘stared.’ I just glanced. A few times. I didn’t mean to, but I couldn’t help it. It’s thick!”

I shook my head. “Dude, you gotta be more careful. Staring at other guys’ junk is a good way to get your ass beat.”

“I don’t make it obvious. You can’t tell me you’ve never looked.”

Well, he has me there, but I’m at least subtle. “Okay, fair, but I make sure it’s a QUICK glance. I’m not sure you’re capable of being discreet.”

“Am too!” He whined. “Have you seen Noah’s dick? You’d stare too.”

I think it’s hilarious he’s asking if I’ve ‘seen’ Noah’s dick. As much as I want to blurt out it’s hard to see when it’s buried in my butt, I refrained. I don’t want to send Spencer into a frenzy. “Dude, we’ve been best friends since we were born. I’ve seen it. And yes, it’s impressive.”

“See, you probably jack off thinking about it too.”

“‘Too’? You jerk off to Noah?”

“Uh huh. He’s cute, and nice, and bro… that dick. I can only imagine sucking on it and getting fucked by that massive thing.” He suddenly stood up. “Look, just thinking about it is making me hard.” He pulled the front of his shorts down, revealing an obvious bulge in his singlet. 

“Down boy! I might have to punish you for perving on my straight friend.”

“Your friends are all so hot. I don’t know how you focus at school. If I were around Noah and Liam all day, I’d be horny non-stop.”

I snorted. “Like you’re not already?”

“Yeah, true,” he agreed, laughing. “Can we shower together? Like we did at your house that one time?”

“Sure,” I answered, devouring the last of my sweet potato fries. My dick stirred.

***

We dropped my bag off in Spencer’s room. Jesus Christ, it’s a disaster area, maybe worse than Jamie’s. Toys, wrappers, dishes, and clothes are absolutely everywhere. The bed is unmade and the closet doors are wide open, jammed full of shit. Just looking at it makes my eyes twitch. 

“This is horrible, Spence. How do you live like this?”

Spencer shrugged as he started peeling off his clothes. “Let’s use my paren… Mom’s shower,” he suggested. “It’s huge.”

“Are you sure that will be okay?”

“Relax, she’s gone. I use it most of the time anyway. Plus, it’ll give us more room.”

“I’m not going to piss on you again, so don’t even ask.” When he last crashed at my house, he begged me to pee on him in the shower, because he had seen it in porn and wanted to try it. I didn’t get the appeal, though he seemed to like it.

“Awww. You’re no fun.”

Spencer was already completely hard, standing next to me now totally nude. “C’mon Max, get naked.” 

A sparse, narrow patch of mostly wispy pubes has come in right above his dick, which seems a bit longer. It also looks like his balls might be hanging a little lower. Honestly, his puberty seems to be hitting sooner and going faster than mine. I didn’t have shit happening when I was 12.

Anyway, I love how his pink cock head peeks out of his foreskin. That’s one thing I’ve always appreciated about romping with Spence, him being uncut. 

“Calm down young man,” I said sternly. “I thought I was supposed to be in charge here?”

“Yes, sir, sorry sir,” he immediately replied. I swear his dick jumped.

“Good boy. You should undress your master.” It feels weird referring to myself like that, but also arousing. Spencer didn’t need to be told twice. He stripped me in about 10 seconds flat and is now staring at my dick.

“You’ve got more hair than last time.”

“Yeah, I haven’t trimmed. It’s been a busy week. Now, take me to the shower… boy.”

I followed Spencer through his mom’s room to the master bath. Their house is relatively modest, but damn if that bathroom isn’t spectacular. It looks like it was recently remodeled and the walk-in shower is huge. Spencer turned on the shower heads (yes, two of them) and stepped back out. “It takes a couple minutes to get hot,” he explained as he wrapped his arms around my chest and rubbed my nipples. His stiffie is poking into my leg. He let out a moan.

Without warning, he started rubbing himself against my leg. It’s like getting humped by a fucking dog. We had an old neighbor who had a male dog who would always hump me when I was little. I glanced down and damn if his little cock head wasn’t slipping in and out of his pale foreskin, not unlike the dogs ‘red rocket.’ (That’s what my dad always joked about with Butch.)

“What are you doing?” I asked, but didn’t push him away. There’s something interesting about having your leg humped.

“Getting off… just a …. Oh oh oh… minute,” he begged. 

“What?”

A few more thrusts and he gripped me tight and shuddered. “That was awesome. I've been needing that for hours.”

“Seriously? You already came? That fast?” And Cam thinks I sometimes cum quickly.

“Yeah, why? I can get there fast when I want, and go again and again. It’s great.” I suppose I do remember those days, before I could splooge. I guess I just didn’t masturbate tons before I could shoot, or when I did, it was never back-to-back?

“Well, that was a very bad dog. Did I give you permission to use my leg? You need to be disciplined.” If he wants me to be dominant, I guess I can try and pretend.

I swear to God, Spencer’s eyes lit up. “Sorry sir. If I hump you again, will you make it really good?”

“Enough talking, get in the shower, I want you to wash me.”

***

Before we started, I broke character. “Spence, are you absolutely sure you want me to be, like, mean and aggressive?”

“Yeah! It’ll be fun. I like being submissive. I think anyway,” he said. “People use safe words if things get too intense. So if I say, um… pommel, you’ll stop?”

Of course he knows about safe words. “Absolutely, but I’m not going to be sadistic.” Also, why did he have to choose that? I’ll never be able to look at the pommel horse again. Now every time I’m on one I’ll be thinking of his eager little ass.

I made Spencer lather up his loofah and wash me from head to toe. I have to admit, it’s kind of relaxing. His mom has some nice smelling soap — not flowery or perfumy like the stuff my mom uses. Spencer took extra time cleaning my dick, which is getting even harder. I was impressed he stayed hard the whole time, too. I don’t think I’ve been able to do that since I started shooting.

The walk-in shower even has a bench that I was able to sit on after Spencer rinsed me with the hand wand. “What do you want now, sir?” he asked eagerly. “Should I wash myself?”

“Not yet. I think you missed something.” I pulled my legs back. “I need this cleaned deeper… with your tongue,” I instructed as I ran a finger across my hole.

He grinned and kneeled down, burying his face. He’s only done this once before, the last time we were together in the shower, but he quickly caught on and is characteristically eager. I gave him a few instructions, but he soon made me feel good. My cock is rock hard and starting to drip. 

“Jerk yourself, slowly, while you rim me, but don’t you dare cum again! I control when you orgasm. Got it?”

The only bad thing about getting my hole eaten is it’s getting me in the mood to be fucked. And no offense to Spencer, but his thin penis just isn’t going to satisfy me. I decided to make him quit before I got desperate and started fingering myself.

I decided to wash him like he did me. I quickly did his hair, which made him smile, and then soaped up his body. Other than one quick pass, I intentionally skipped his throbbing little cocklet. He looked disappointed. “Please Max?” he begged.

I gave him a swat on his wet little ass, which echoed off the tile. “I’ll tell you when you can be pleasured,” I said sternly. “Do you understand?”

He reached for his cock and gave it a squeeze anyway, the little shit. 

“No! Bad boy!” I exclaimed. I’m still sitting on the bench, so I spun him around and put him across my knee. He looks startled and feels so light under me. “You already used my leg without permission and now you’re being defiant, touching yourself right after I told you not to. It’s no wonder your teachers get frustrated, you don’t listen.” I started full-on spanking his bottom. Every smack caused water to splash. I wasn’t spanking him TOO hard, but I wasn’t exactly gentle either, and noticed his butt was turning pink. This is actually kind of fun.

He cried that it hurt and how he’s sorry, but I kept going. I’m hoping that’s what he wants. He didn’t say ‘pommel,’ so I think we’re good. Did it make his dick go soft, though? Fuck no. His stiffie is grinding into my leg. I soaped up his back and lightly massaged his butt, peeking inside his crack and admiring his smooth, pink slit. “Have you learned your lesson?”

“Yes sir,” he replied softly. I gave him one last hard swat for effect.

“Good,” I answered. “But just to let you know, I’m still going to fuck this tight little ass of yours.” I ran my finger down into his crack and tickled his hole. Oh man, does it feel tight. I gently pushed and slid a finger in. Spencer gasped and pushed back, pressing it deeper. 

“I might fuck you all night long. How would you like that?”

“Oh God, I’d love it. Do you want to do me right here? In Mama’s shower?”

“Yes, to start. Get up here on the bench.”

After Spence was in position, his ass facing me, I rubbed soap all over him. I love caressing his smooth little mounds of flesh. They’re so soft, even more so than Cam’s, somehow. 

I couldn’t resist giving them a few more swats, this time harder. “That one’s for humping my leg,” I said after the first, causing him to yelp. “This one’s for touching your cock without permission.” I gently rubbed his butt. “And these are for having a disgusting room that looks like a tornado hit. You’re cleaning it as soon as we’re finished here. I’m not sleeping in a nasty room.”

“Okay Max.”

I pulled on his hair just enough to get his attention. “Try that again.”

“Yes sir. Sorry. I’ll clean it, I promise.”

“You're too old to leave your room like that. It’s gross,” I said, giving each cheek alternating swats until I was sure it was beginning to sting. The way he looked back and thanked me after each one told me how much he was enjoying it. I just shook my head. I did not enjoy being spanked when Craig did it the one time, but I suppose it’s different when you know someone is truly angry with you.

“And finally, one for perving on my straight friend,” I said before landing one hard smack. “Now, tell me what you want?”

“Your dick inside of me. Fuck me hard. Please?”

I rubbed some soap into his crack and quickly slid two fingers in, causing him to wince. Once I withdrew, I bent down to taste him. He moaned, but I only rimmed him for about ten seconds, just enough to tease. I’ll definitely do more later because his ass is worth exploring. I spit into my hand and rubbed it across my cock, carefully shielding it from the continued hot spray.

I bent slightly to push my head against his opening and gave it a push. It quickly popped in and I rammed forward deeply, until I was completely pressed up against Spencer’s ass. He groaned that it hurt but to keep going, and reached back to rub my butt.

I rode him hard, thrusting as forcefully as I could, given my footing was a little slippery. It didn’t take long for Spencer to start enjoying it. He was soon moaning and begging me to fuck him deeper. He kept reaching back, trying to pull my ass forward. I guess he thought it would help drive my cock deeper. It’s amazing how he manages to contort himself and grab me, all while I continue to plow his incredibly tight little cheeks.

I could feel it gripping my cock as I worked him over. Eventually, he gave up trying to play with my butt and just put his head down and enjoyed it. He had to put his arm in front of his head to keep it from banging against the tile. All of it is hot as fuck — the sound of my firm body slapping hard against his smooth globes, both of us moaning with every thrust, his head bouncing off the tile (before he blocked it with his hand). I added an occasional surprise slap too, with every smack resulting in my cock getting squeezed just a little bit tighter. He’s positively whimpering in delight. It’s so hot, listening to his high pitch.

“You’re being a very good boy,” I told him. “Play with your cock all you want. I’m going to be a while.” I slowed my pace and reached to rub his small torso. Spence has muscles, but he definitely has a softer tummy and chest than me or Cam. Like his belly still has a little squish, which I don’t hate. 

Spencer moved his left arm to brace his forehead and put his dominant, right hand to work stroking his hard nail. I bent over to watch. He was working it quickly, gasping as his hand flew up and down.

I think he had a quick orgasm. I could feel his ass pulsing rhythmically for several seconds while he screamed out. He actually let go of his cock for a minute. I leaned over to inspect, fully buried in his warm hole. His foreskin was fully retracted and his cock was twitching. “Nice!”

He grunted. “Don’t stop. I wanna see if I can cum again before you.”

I‘m amazed at how long I’m lasting. I’m not sure why that is. Maybe the distraction of the water? Last weekend’s pleasure overdose? I didn’t even jerk off much this week. Not that I’m complaining. I wonder if I can make him orgasm again before I finally bust.

***

Yes! I did it. I picked him up like he was nothing, flipped him over to watch his cute face react to my handwork. I admired his slender, hard cock and completely pert, tiny nipples (I even managed to bend down and suck them momentarily, although the angle was awkward). Anyway, I managed to ride him for another ten minutes. At least it seemed like ten minutes. I jerked him to his second (well, third) dry cum and then let him bring himself off the third (fourth?) time, just before I finally loaded him up with my jizz. It really is amazing how many drymaxes he can have. It makes me regret not masturbating more when I was younger.

I collapsed onto Spencer, completely spent. I planted a kiss on his cheek. He turned to me, surprised, and smiled. It dawned on me I’d never kissed him in any way. All our play has been focused on pure sex.

“I’ve never been bred before. It feels funny, but I like it. Maybe we’ll have a butt baby,” he said, giggling.

 “You did great Spence,” I told him, ruffling his hair.

He’s grinning from ear to ear. “Thanks sir, that was amazing,” he answered, breathing heavily. I took that as a reminder that he still wants to role play. I pulled my softening dick out of his butt and turned to the spray to quickly wash it, when he reached to stop me.

He looked up at me bashfully. “Can I suck on it a little before you rinse?”

Jesus, he’s still horny?

This feels a little strange, and I’m all done, but played along. “Come here,” I said, snapping my fingers and pointing to right in front of me. “Kneel and open wide. Suck me clean.” 

I didn’t have to tell him twice. He had me completely hard again in about 20 seconds, and grabbed my rear to pull him as far into his mouth as he could. I put my hand on the sides of his head and started rhythmically fucking his face. 

We did that for about a minute when I decided to hold off. Keep him hungry and all. “That feels great, but I want to build up more of a load before I cum again,” I said, pulling out.

“May I swallow your cum later, sir?” He asked coyly. “I’ve wanted to try, but haven’t had the chance yet. Ian can’t shoot yet either and you and Cam have always wanted my butt.”

I pulled him off his knees, toward me. “Sure, but I’m suspending the role play for now. Let’s clean up your butt and my dick and go get your room cleaned.”

His expression is a mix of slightly disappointed and utterly content. I pulled him into a hug, which I can tell by the way his body relaxed he enjoyed. He squeezed me back tight.

God, how does he feel so small in my arms? I’m not that much bigger than him, am I?

***

It occurs to me, before tackling his room, we really should clean his mom’s shower first. She’d freak out if she came upon cum or pubes or whatever. I looked under the sink to grab the cleaner and brush, and made quick work of it.

As we walked back to Spencer’s room, we both pulled up fresh undies and shorts. “Mama doesn’t like seeing my boners, so she makes me wear shorts now.”

I nodded. “Yeah, my mom is the same way.”

He looked at me with unease. “Do I really have to clean my room?”

“Yep. I wasn’t playing when I said it was gross,” I replied, “but I’ll help if you want.”

“Really? Thanks! I don’t even know where to start.”

I scanned his room. It is a lot.

“I'll pick up the trash while you gather dishes. Then collect all of your dirty clothes and put them in the washer, and we’ll eventually get to the toys.” It’s interesting to me he has so many toys strewn everywhere. There are Nerf bullets and plastic guns *everywhere*.

After about 10 minutes, I can see carpet! “Get on your hands and knees and check under the bed.”

“You just want to check out my butt, don’t you?”

I gave him a swat and put my hand inside of his boxers. His cheeks really are impossibly soft.

“Well that goes without saying, but if you want more dick later, you need to be thorough. Strip your sheets, too. I’m not sleeping in that,” I said, pointing to his disheveled mattress.

I’ve always had good hygiene, but I never thought of myself as finicky or over the top about it. I dunno though, seeing his mess almost gives me anxiety.

I ran into his bathroom to grab some air freshener and am shocked at how revolting it is; I don’t even want to describe it. No wonder he showers in his mom’s bathroom.

He’s going to scrub this clean, but I started the process by dousing every surface with chemicals. It can sit and disinfect the nasty.

When I walked back into his room, he was Febreezing his mattress. 

“Your bathroom is a biohazard. I sprayed it down, but you’re going to scrub it when we’re finished here,” I explained. “I see why you use your mom’s shower.”

He looked at me and sighed, but didn’t argue.

“Spence, seriously… how did you let stuff get so bad?”

He shrugged. “I dunno. I don’t like cleaning, and I don’t think about it, then it gets so bad I get overwhelmed and don’t know how to tackle it. It’s easier to just ignore,” he said. “Mom nags me, but never actually makes me do it.”

“Dude, you’re not helpless. If you want to be treated older you have to act like it. She shouldn’t have to get on you to keep things, like, not disgusting. And if you stay on top of it, it’s no big deal.”

He rolled his eyes, which pissed me off.

“I’m serious. Look at me,” I commanded. God, now I’m channeling Craig. “This isn’t okay or fair to your mom, and no one will want a boyfriend who has such bad hygiene. You aren’t a little kid anymore, so stop acting like it.”

He looked down. That hit landed. “I know you’re right, it’s just hard to break bad habits.”

I put my hand on his shoulder. “I know, but you can if you make up your mind to,” I replied. “Would giving you some new rules to follow help? They do for me when I’m being lazy, then after a while I don’t even think about them, it’s just automatic.”

“It's worth a try, I guess,” Spencer agreed, sighing. “What were you thinking?”

“Like, no more food in your room. That would resolve the dishes and wrappers. And if you have garbage, throw it away in the trash can right away. Put stuff away when you’re done playing with it and tidy up like every few days. Clean your bathroom every week or two. Change your bedding at least, I dunno, monthly?”

“That doesn’t sound too bad.”

“And then you’ll be able to have more boys over,” I hinted, winking. “Now, let’s get your bathroom squeaky clean before we get your homework caught up.”

***

Spencer does have a good work ethic, if he’s focused. I made sure to give him accolades, which he seemed to like. His bathroom took about 20 minutes but it looks so much better.

“See, this isn’t so hard. You just have to make it a habit,” I encouraged. I have to say, cleaning isn’t how I expected to spend our afternoon together.

“You know, when Mom left, she whispered in my ear to do whatever you said, like you were my babysitter or something,” he explained, shaking his head. “I thought that was funny, because I was definitely going to follow directions. Little did I know you’d make me clean a bunch before doing homework. You suck at sleepovers, Max,” he added, laughing. “Do I have to go to bed early too?”

“I hope not,” I replied, rubbing his butt. “But you’ve worked hard. Let’s wash our hands and hit the books.”

***

Spencer was right, he didn’t have much homework. I guess being in ISS helped him catch up, but I did help him finish some math and social studies.

For some reason, Spence started fidgeting in his seat. It reminded me of the first day of school when I couldn’t sit still in Mrs. Hickman’s class after Chad wrecked my hole. Or flying home from Mexico, after Craig bred me right before we headed to the airport.

“You okay man?”

“Yeah, it’s just my butt is wet. It feels funny.” In typical Spence fashion, he stood and dropped his shorts on the spot. “See, my underwear is wet.” His cute little cock and balls were pressed tight against his body.

I laughed. “Well, I did shoot about a gallon of cum in you earlier. It leaks out sometimes if you don’t use the bathroom and push it out.”

“Cool. I liked how it felt when you spermed, it was warm and stuff, but the dripping is kinda annoying,” he stated. “I’m going to go look in the mirror. Wanna check it out with me?”

“You’re finding creative ways to procrastinate,” I teased. “But I like your butt, so sure.”

We ran up to his bathroom and he bent over, his butt facing the mirror. I helped spread his cheeks so it was wider.

“It looks kinda puffy and wet, but isn’t jizz supposed to be white?” He used his finger to rub his hole and shuddered in delight. “It’s kinda slimy and sticky.”

I rubbed his cheeks gently. “Yeah, but I’ve only been cumming for a few months. Mine is still pretty clear, a little cloudy sometimes.” I almost mentioned Noah’s is thicker and whiter, but stopped myself.

“You’re so lucky you can shoot. I can’t wait until I can do that.”

“It won’t be long, now that your pubes have started coming in. Your dick seems a little bigger than it did in August, and one of your balls is starting to hang a little lower. See?” I said, pointing it out.

“Wow! I’ve never noticed before. Cool.” He shook his butt and sort of thrust his hips forward, giggling as his small scrotum jiggled. “I can’t wait until I have hair everywhere like a man. Ian was just starting to get some the last time we had a sleepover — it was even reddish. Amos even has a little under his arms already. I still sorta look like a baby. This little patch came in, but nothing since. My balls and butt and pits are still super smooth.”

“Hey, hair can be annoying. It itches, especially when it’s first growing, and can get in your mouth if you’re sucking,” I explained, washing my hands. “Being smooth isn’t a bad thing. Cam and I prefer it. Plus, it makes your junk look bigger.”

“I just didn’t want to be the last boy without pubes. That would be embarrassing.”

“Dude, you just started sixth grade. Most guys in your grade don’t have any pubes yet, or if they do, it’s still really fine. I was 13 before mine first sprouted. You’re ahead of most kids in your class, trust me.”

“Really? Boys last year bragged about how many hairs they had, and I was still completely bald,” he replied. “I guess I am older than most of the other sixth graders, already being 12. They’re still mostly 11. Mom held me back in kindergarten.”

I laughed. “First, it barely counts if you can still count how many you have, no offense. And besides, a lot of guys exaggerate or lie to seem cool or bigger or whatever.”

I thought about telling him Mom jokes she “redshirted” me for kindergarten, so I didn’t start school until I was six, but it doesn’t seem important. Since I’m still on the shorter side of things, it hasn’t mattered. Or maybe I’d feel really small if I was already in high school.

“I guess that’s true.” He sat on the toilet. He isn’t going to take a crap in front of me, is he? “I'm going to push it out so it stops bugging me. Don’t worry, I’ll rinse with the bidet so my butthole will be clean in case you wanna lick it again later.”

“You’re going to ‘rinse’ with the what?” I asked. I have no clue what he’s talking about.

“The bidet thingy,” he said, pointing out a couple of knobs attached to the seat. “It basically sprays water on your butt so you don’t have to use so much toilet paper. Mom says everyone in Europe has them. You should try it, it feels kinda nice and gets you cleaner.”

“Uh, ok,” I answered. “Interesting, but I don’t think I need to see that. I’ll wait for you downstairs.” I shook my head and descended the stairs.

It’s kind of neat being able to make him feel better about puberty stuff. Although, I get his insecurity. I try not to think about it much, but I worry sometimes my own development has stalled. Am I ever going to get any effing taller or a deeper voice? Amos is barely a sixth grader and has more pit hair than me? It’s annoying, so I can relate. He’ll be one of those eighth graders like Mitch Brighton who already has facial hair.

I thought once he reappeared, Spence would have sex off his mind, but I should have known better. “Can we measure our boners later? I want to see if I’ve grown, like you said.” He produced a tape measure from his pocket and smirked.

“Good idea. I haven’t measured in a while either.”

***

I helped him finish his last worksheet. His Mom walked in right as we were putting his binder back in his backpack, and smiled. She’s carrying several bags.

“Boys, would you run outside and help bring in the rest of the groceries while I start putting things away? Then we’ll figure out dinner.”

Spence and I raced to her car, which of course I won. He said he could carry in more bags than me, but he lost at that, too. I’m still bigger than him, at least. 

When we walked back inside, Ms. Schwab was beaming. “I ran down the hall to put away the toiletries, and saw how clean his bedroom and bathroom are. Max, how did you get him to clean up? I’ve been nagging for months.”

“Told him it was gross and I wasn’t staying if he didn’t, then offered to help.”

“I should have made you take care of it before Max came. I was planning to ready the guest room, but I guess that won’t be necessary now.”

“Sorry it got so bad, Mama. I’ll try to be better. Max gave me some pointers I think will help me keep up on it.”

She looks thoroughly bewildered, but also pleasantly surprised. “Yes, keeping things respectable would be a pleasant change.” 

Just then, the dryer’s buzzer went off. “Time to put your clothes away and move over your sheets,” I instructed. Man, I really am being a nag. He wanted me to be dominant and I’ve turned into a grumpy step-parent.

“Laundry too?” his mom muttered. She’s practically in shock. “Was I gone that long?” It dawned on me she’ll never assume we did anything as raunchy as we did.

“Max, would you like to move in?” she joked. “I can’t believe what a positive influence you are.”

I shrugged, but am having a hard time making eye contact with her. I promised to do what I could to keep him in line, but I also just fucked him hard in her personal space. “Maybe I’m more finicky about hygiene than I realized.”

“Seriously, thank you. I’m not sure what dark magic you had to use on him, or how you managed to motivate him, but I appreciate it.” I swear, she looks to be on the verge of tears. “What sounds good for dinner? I can heat up the rotisserie chicken and make some mashed potatoes and green beans, or order something.”

“Pizza!” Spencer practically yelled. I elbowed him. “Please and thank you?” Jesus, Cam really has had an influence on me.

“Is that okay with you, Max?” Spencer looks so excited; I didn’t have the heart to point out I had pizza two nights ago and Italian last night. Honestly, a home cooked meal sounds nice, but he’s so eager. “We usually order from a place that has other stuff, so if you want something else, they have options. Spence likes their chicken strips and my favorite is the meatball sandwich. They make a good Greek salad too.”

“Can we all get an entree and split a pizza?” Spencer asked. “Chicken tenders sound good too.”

“If you keep cleaning the house, you can get whatever you want.”

It seems odd to have Spencer’s mom singing my praises, when just a couple hours ago I was defiling her son in her own shower. I have my doubts she would be so positive about me if she knew. Is it weird that it makes me feel guilty?

***

The pizza wasn’t as good as what Craig and I ate a couple of nights ago, and the fries were soggy, but the pork tenderloin sandwich was tasty. For as small as Spence is, he sure can put it away. The kid ate four tenders, all of his fries, and three slices of pizza. I must have spiked his appetite with all the sex and manual labor.

He shocked the hell out of me when he offered to clean up. Damn, he’s learning quickly. I helped, both because that’s what I was taught, and because I wanted to make sure he didn’t half-ass things. 

“I’m going to take my medicine and lay down. Goodnight, honey.” I looked at the clock. It’s barely 8:00!

“Sure Mama. Sleep well,” he said, leaning into a hug. She patted his rear, which caused him to fidget. He must be a little sore.

***

Part II —

As we walked down the hall to his room, I admired his perky little butt set off by his shorts that might be a size too small.

“Your Mom sure goes to bed early,” I said as we walked into his room.

He shut the door behind us and laughed derisively. “Yeah, her ‘medicine’ makes her tired.” He used air quotes.

I looked at him funny.

“It’s pot. She has Crohn’s Disease and got a medical marijuana card,” he explained, rolling his eyes. “She used to only do it every once in a while, but ever since Dad moved out, she does it most nights.” He sighed. “The only good part is, she’ll be passed out and won’t hear us fucking.”

My eyes widened. I’m not sure what to say. I don’t know much about weed, other than I think I’ve smelled it a couple of times. It reeks.

“She doesn’t think I know, but I’m not stupid. Everyone thinks I am because of my ADHD, but I’m not.”

“I’ve never thought you’re dumb. Kind of spazzy sometimes, but you’re plenty smart.”

He reached into his sock drawer and pulled out a ring-shaped piece of candy. “They call these edibles. It’s a gummy. I was in her room looking for something of Dada’s and came across her stash, and grabbed one.”

I looked at him incredulously. Maybe I spoke too soon about his intelligence. 

“I’ve been curious about trying it, to see what the big deal is, but am kinda nervous about doing it on my own. I’ve heard kids talk about it on the bus, and when I looked up stuff online, some people swear it helps calm down their brain and they focus better,” he explained. “We can split it if you want.”

“Hell no. Dude, we’re in middle school, we shouldn’t be doing that shit,” I said. “Besides, Mom would kill me. And then Craig would dig up my grave and kill me again.”

“Okay okay, I just thought it might be fun,” he said. “Sheesh. I’ll put it back tomorrow. You don’t have to be a buzzkill.”

See, that pisses me off. I grabbed him by the neck and marched him to his bed.

“Oh yeah, are you going to discipline me for being naughty?” His tone is dripping with facetiousness.

He thinks I’m joking, but I’m not. I’ve done my fair share of stupid shit, but drugs have always been out of the question. Maybe those anti-drug videos they show at school scared me? I know it’s just pot, but with Spence, I could totally see him getting hooked and moving onto harder things. They’re completely incompatible with being an athlete and I want to head this off — right now.

“I’m not playing!” I said sternly. “Some things cross the line, Spence.” I paused. It’s now or never. I’ve wanted to talk to him for a while about all the shit he does that I worry about — like watching raunchy porn all the time. Now is as good a time as any.

“Okay, Daddy,” he said sarcastically. “You probably should spank me some more. I promise I’ll be good,” he added with a laugh.

“Just shut up, for fuck’s sake,” I said, probably too loudly. I might be testing the limits of Ms. Schwab’s ‘medication.’ “I’m being serious.”

“Whatever! You make it seem like I wanted to shoot cocaine or something.” God, he’s being flippant and smug.

I slung him onto the bed and quickly climbed atop him, straddling him. I pinned his hands over his head and stared into his face. The little shit is grinning up at me. He’s enjoying this. 

“Wipe that fucking grin off your face. And you snort cocaine, moron. You shoot heroin.” At least I think that’s right.

“Oh yeah, this is so hot,” he said, arching his hips and pushing his groin into me. “Maybe I can fuck you this time.” He’s still having way too much fun with this.

I don’t get how he cannot realize I’m being serious. He keeps joking around and it’s pissing me off. Maybe it’s part of his ADHD? I know that kids with that don’t always pick up on social cues. I seriously want to slap him.

Instead, I pressed his hands harder into his mattress, gripping them tighter. “You’re pissing me the fuck off, Spencer. Seriously.”

He looked up at me, finally realizing I’m not roleplaying. He wiggled under me, but I have him pinned under me tightly. “Stop being such a dick, Max. I thought you were cool.”

“Someone needs to keep you in line. I don’t know how things were when your dad was around, but your mom lets you get away with way too fucking much.”

He tensed under me. I think I struck a nerve. “You’re being an asshole. Let me up, fucker!” he demanded, squirming to break free. 

I channeled my best Craig impression. “I’ll let you up, but then we’re going to have a serious talk. I’m worried about you.”

“OKAY!” he screamed. I am really glad Ms. Schwab is nowhere near this side of the house.

I rolled off Spencer and he jumped up. “You’ll have to catch me first,” he said, dashing out the door.

What in the actual fuck? I’m going to kill him. I paused. Maybe I should just stay here and wait for him to come back, once he realizes I’m not interested in hide and seek? 

Reluctantly, I left his room. I don’t want him to think I’m participating in whatever game he thinks this is, but my own anxiety is spiking. I need to resolve this. 

I don’t see him anywhere. I glanced into the bathroom and other bedrooms, quietly calling his name. Nothing. 

I tiptoed downstairs and looked around the kitchen and living room. Nada.

I was about to check the garage when I saw Spencer on the landing above. “Missed me, missed me, now you gotta kiss me,” he said, just before he pulled his shorts down and mooned me. Apparently he didn’t learn his lesson from the locker room incident. He darted off towards his room.

I made my way upstairs, trying to take deep breaths and not lose my shit. No wonder he has no friends, he’s being immature and annoying as fuck. I walked back into his room — he’s bouncing gleefully on his bed. “C’mon daddy, let's play. I’ve been naughty and need another spanking.”

I’m not sure what came over me, but I charged and caught him mid-air. I threw him on the bed, ripped his shorts down, and let loose.

“Ow, that hurts!” he protested. I smacked him again. “You’re doing it too hard!” 

“It’s supposed to, dumbass. Be careful what you ask for.”

I don’t know how many blows I landed on his bare ass before I realized he was practically screaming “pommel” and I stopped. I looked down at his butt. His normally creamy, white, beautiful cheeks are bright red — much more so than when I swatted him in the shower. He’s completely limp. He definitely didn’t enjoy himself this time. Come to think of it, my hand is stinging too.

Spencer is crying. Not whimpering, but real tears and actual sobbing. 

Fuck. I don’t think I can put this in my anger journal for Jan. It’s been a long time since I went on a sleepover and gotten into some stupid, petty argument with my friend. That happened a couple of times in elementary school and I had to call Mom to come get me. Okay, I guess there was the major blow-up at Noah’s house with him and Cam when Noah tried to get us back together, but that was something else entirely.

I laid down next to him. “Spence,” I whispered, rubbing his back. He glanced up at me, but quickly rolled away. He looks completely deflated. 

“C’mon bro,” I said gently. “The pain will stop in a minute. I can get you an ice pack or something.”

“Don’t bother,” he spat, wiping his nose.

“Dude, listen. I’m sorry. But I kept trying to tell you I was being serious and you kept acting like it was some game, even taunting me to spank you.”

He was silent, slowly calming down. “I didn’t know. I thought we were still pretending… you know, like before.” I continued rubbing his back and neck. I thought about rubbing his butt, but I wasn’t sure if that would help or make it worse. The color is returning to normal, at least.

“I hope I didn’t ruin our sleepover,” I said, sitting up. I feel bad, but also like nothing else was getting through to him. I guess I know how Craig felt when he let me have it.

“Keep doing that… please?” He turned to face me. His face is wet but he’s stopped crying.

“Doing what?”

“Rubbing my neck and stuff. I like it.”

It’s an easy request to accommodate, plus I feel kinda guilty. Cam also enjoys when I massage him. I love it as well.

“That feels good. I haven’t had a good shoulder rub since…” his voice trailed off. He seemed on the verge of crying again.

“I don’t mind. Cam and I take turns all the time. I won’t even ask you to return the favor.”

He wiped his face, but smiled. “Dad would always lay in bed with me, after tucking me in. We would talk and he would do that sometimes, like you are.”

“That’s nice. Your mom won’t?”

“I’ve never asked. She almost never put me to bed, even when I was little. She works early. Always has.”

I added some more pressure to a knot, causing him to moan slightly. Cam likes it when I push hard. 

Spence was silent for almost a minute. “I really miss him,” he finally said, his voice breaking this time. “A lot.”

“Your dad?” 

“Yeah. Don’t you miss yours?” 

I took a deep breath. I didn’t expect to have to think about him. I don’t think I’ve ever talked with Spence about him.

“Nope. I realized once he was gone that I never really liked him, and he sure as fuck never liked me. He was always a jerk, to both me and Mom. And I can never forgive him for what he did.” I moved my hand down his back and gently patted his rear. “I don’t even really think about him much. It helps, having Craig. He’s my dad now.”

“That’s cool. Craig seems great,” he agreed.

“Hey, your dad is too. He was always really cool to all the guys on the team. Remember how he used to throw us around the hotel pool when we were younger? Nobody else did that.”

“Yeah,” he sighed. His voice cracked.

“How often do you talk to him? Did you call and tell him about today’s meet?” I knew that he hadn’t, since I’ve been with him all afternoon.

He tensed. “Nah. I don’t think he cares anymore.”

“What the fuck man? He’s your dad. Why wouldn’t he care?” Of course, that’s not really true for me, but Rick is different. 

“Well, he’s not really my dad, so…”

Wait, what? “He’s not? I didn’t know that.”

“Neither did I,” he said bitterly. He’s being so cryptic.

“I’m so fucking confused right now. Who is your father if it’s not Mike?”

“I dunno. I always thought he was my real dad too.”

I have no idea what he’s talking about. “Dude, why do I feel like there’s something major you’re not telling me? Spill it.”

Spencer sat up and took a deep breath, quickly wiping his eyes. When he began to speak, he was calmer and more solemn than I’ve ever seen. “Back over the summer, before Dad left, they were having a big argument. I was listening from the hallway.”

“Yeah, and?”

“I heard Mom say that if he wanted, he could demand a paternity test and probably get out of paying child support, since I’m not actually his.”

Whoa. “Are you sure she was being serious?”

He nodded slightly. “Yep. Dad said ‘I forgave you years ago and stuck around. I helped raise that boy, being the best dad I could, and this is the thanks I get,’ or something like that.”

“So who is your real dad? I mean, your bio dad or whatever?” He shrugged. “What does your mom say?’

“I never asked,” he replied, looking away. “They don’t know I overheard them.”

That’s brutal. “Jesus, Spence. You’ve been carrying this for months without telling anyone?”

He nodded. Poor kid. He’s getting emotional again. Maybe this explains why he’s gotten so into porn and sex and weird shit, like it’s a distraction or something? 

“I don’t know what to do.”

I climbed across the bed and pulled him into a hug. He’s still completely naked and feels so small in my arms. 

“That’s some heavy shit. You need to talk to them,” I suggested. “So, um, how much have you talked to your dad since he left?”

“I dunno. Not much. He texts me some. He’s really busy with his new job and stuff.”

“Have you told him how much you miss him?”

He shook his head. “I told you; I don’t think he cares any more.” 

“That’s not true. He’s been your dad for as long as you can remember, right? How could he just stop caring?” I asked, pausing for effect. I have an idea. “I think you should call him — like right now.”

He gave me a perplexed look. “Now?”

“Why not? Where’s your phone? Or does your mom still have it?”

He got up and walked to his dresser to grab it. He swiped away a few notifications before bringing up their correspondence. “Here, you can read for yourself what he asks about. It’s obvious he doesn’t care.”

He handed me his phone. There were quite a few messages (including an unanswered one from this afternoon, asking how the meet went), but I noticed Spencer’s replies tended to be very short, just one or two word answers. His dad has been texting him every few days for as long as I could look back, but Spence just didn’t give him much to work with or wouldn’t answer questions. 

To me, Mike seems genuine with his questions and persistent. Spencer must really be all up in his head if he’s convinced his dad doesn’t care. It sure didn’t read that way to me. He mentioned he couldn’t wait until he could see Spencer again at least twice.

Nowhere in the conversation did I see where Spencer told him that he misses him or wished he hadn’t moved out.

“Do you guys ever FaceTime?” I asked.

“A couple times, but not since right after school started. He called the first day to see how middle school was and has tried a couple of other times but never when I’m by my phone.” 

“Bro, I’m not trying to pile on, but you don’t say much. He keeps asking you about school and stuff and you’re answering with ‘fine’ or ‘not bad.’ That isn’t even true, is it?”

Spence looked away. “I doubt he wants to hear about my problems. He has enough of his own.”

“I think you’re wrong. Let’s call him. You can tell him about the meet and then fill him in about school,” I said, tossing him his shorts. “And for God’s sake Spence, tell him how fucking much you miss him.”

He pulled up his pants. At least it won’t be obvious he’s hanging out with me naked. “Are you sure? He’s probably busy…”

I grabbed the phone, clicked on his contact, and punched the “video” button.

Mike picked up almost immediately. “Spencer!” his dad answered excitedly. “What’s up, little man? I’m so sorry I couldn’t make it to your meet; I worked most of the day.”

For some reason, Spence looks like a deer caught in headlights. I mouthed ‘talk.’

“I’m — it was good. I had a personal record on the vault and the team did really well. Max and Cam placed first or second in every event.”

“That's awesome, bud. Keep working hard and you’ll be an absolute beast in a few years,” he said. “How are Max and Cam?”

Spencer smiled. “They’ve been helping me at practice and invited me to work out early with them. Max and I are actually having a sleepover tonight. Max, say hi.”

He must have flipped the camera view. “Hi sir. Spence was really impressive today. He’s been busting his ass at the gym; you’d be proud of him.”

“Hey Max. Thanks for encouraging him. And I’m always proud of him.”

Spence beamed — then smirked. “Dad, he made me clean. Like you always did. I swear, my room and bathroom are spotless, and then we did homework. I told him he sucks at sleepovers.”

His dad laughed. “You? What dirt does he have on you? I used to have to threaten to donate all your toys to Goodwill.”

To Spencer's credit, he didn’t blurt out anything about sex. “He promised we’d have fun too, and we have. Mama ordered dinner from Torino’s and we had My Burger after the meet.”

“Nice. Did you have the chicken strips or pizza?”

He giggled. “Both. I was hungry.”

“Hey, you’re a growing boy, so I’m not surprised.” Spence moved to sit on his bed. “How’s Mama? Are you being good for her, helping out and stuff? She mentioned you’ve had some issues at school.”

Spence managed to dodge discussing in detail his school drama. He told his dad he’d been impulsive and talking way too much and getting into lots of ‘little’ trouble. I frowned. Since Mike already knows his behavior hasn’t been great, I figured there’s a decent chance his mom already gave details. But, maybe not. I suppose they might not be on good terms.

“Well, I hope you’re remembering to take your meds. I know a new school and routine are hard, but I’m confident you can figure it out,” Mike encouraged. “Now, tell me more about today’s meet. I wish I could have been there.”

Spencer finally relaxed. I casually arranged some of the toys on his dresser as I listened to him go into detail about his routines and some of the new elements he’s working on for our bigger meets. I get the impression Mike has always been much more interested in Spencer’s gymnastics than his schoolwork. I guess a lot of dads are like that, relating more to athletics than academics (although, I suspect Craig would string me up if I let my grades slip).

Once they had discussed every possible facet of gymnastics, I could tell Spencer wasn’t sure what else to say. “Well, Max is waiting for me,” he mumbled.

“It’s fine Mr. Schwab,” I said loud enough for him to hear. “Don’t let me interrupt.” I gave Spencer a look. I mouthed ‘I miss you Dad’ to him.

He looked unsure of himself and took a deep breath. “Dada?” he finally said, softly. ‘Dada’? That’s baby talk, but whatever works for them I guess. 

“Yeah bud?”

“I uh, um… I really miss you. Like, a ton.” He immediately teared up.

“Oh Spence, you just made my night. I miss you too. So much.” It sounds like Mike was choking up a little. “I was… (cough)... afraid you were angry with me for moving out. It all happened so fast, and you’ve seemed so distant.”

“I’m not mad!” Spencer said adamantly.

“That’s such a relief. I’ve been worried about you. Whenever I text, you seem like you don’t want to talk. I’ve been trying to give you space, you know, to process.”

“No, I want to talk!” Spencer emphatically answered. “I just don’t like texting so much. And… never mind.”

“Well, from now on we’ll FaceTime, every night if you want. I can even tuck you in, virtually,” Mike offered. “I’m so glad we talked. I feel a lot better.”

“Me too, but I really wish I could see you. Can you please come visit?” Spence asked hopefully. “Or maybe I can come to Iowa for a weekend?” Spencer said his new job was out of town, but damn, I didn’t know he was in a different state.

Now that Spence has finally opened up I decided to excuse myself to give them privacy. I don’t want him to hold back from expressing his feelings because I’m around. A lot of guys will tell their parents they love them, but wouldn’t be caught dead doing it in front of a friend. I doubt Spence is like that, but still.

***

I killed some time grabbing his bedding from the dryer. I’m not sure the last time it was washed (frankly, I don’t think I want to know), but we’re definitely going to defile his sheets in a little while.

As I waited for Spencer, something occurred to me that doesn’t make sense. He, his mom, and his dad all have the same last name. How could that be if he wasn’t around when he was born? I wonder if Spencer was hearing things? Surely he’s wondering the same thing, right? 

Spencer finally joined me after about 15 minutes. He bounced down the stairs, smiling. I’m relieved — I don’t want our spat to ruin the sleepover. But it’s odd, he seems quieter than usual, like he’s still having heavy thoughts. He went straight for the fridge, poured himself some chocolate milk, and quietly sat at the kitchen table. 

“So… are you glad you called?” I asked tentatively, joining him.

“Very. Thanks Max. Dad is coming to see me tomorrow.”

“‘Tomorrow’? All the way from Iowa? That’s awesome.”

“He said he’s just three hours or so away. He has to go back super early Monday morning, but he really wants to see me.”

“See! I told you he still cares.”

“Uh huh. He said he thought about coming back a couple weekends ago but was worried I was angry and needed space.”

Well, I’m gratified — both at being right and really happy for him. “I think people sometimes assume the worst. I sure do sometimes. And you know what? I almost always worry way more than I should,” I explained, grabbing the milk carton to pour myself a celebratory glass. “Sounds like you were both psyching yourselves out.”

He wiped away his chocolate mustache. Gah, he’s cute. “Yeah! For real. I even asked him about not being my real dad.”

Oh damn. I didn’t expect that to come up. Spence is impulsive, but still. “You did? Wow! How did you get to that?”

“We were just talking about stuff and he was trying to explain why he left. I told him I overheard them arguing. He got really quiet and said he was sorry they didn’t keep the volume down.” Spence downed what remained of his milk. “I dunno, the time seemed right, so I just said, ‘Is it true? That you’re not really my dad?’”

Well, that’s definitely ripping off the Band-Aid. “And? What did he say?”

“Nothing for a few seconds. Then he said as far as he was concerned he was my real dad and always would be. He said he thought it was Mama’s place to explain what she said, but that we could talk about it tomorrow as a family.”

“So he didn’t deny it?” It occurs to me, Spence dropping that bombshell might be part of his motivation to visit so suddenly. 

“Not exactly. But I don’t think I care. I just want him around. I mean, does it matter that Craig isn’t your real dad?”

Exactly! But seriously, right on. “It sounds like you’ll get the scoop tomorrow. You deserve to know. You’re not a little kid anymore.”

“Mom will shit herself.”

“She always had to tell you sometime, right?”

“I guess. Maybe she never would have.”

“It’s possible, but that’s a big fucking thing to keep from your kid,” I said. “So, are you ready to put your sheets back on? I love sleeping on fresh sheets.”

“Awwww. We’re sleeping already? You really do suck at sleepovers.” He grinned.

I reached over and pinched his dime-sized nipple. He uttered a high-pitched grunt and his little bump immediately hardened between my fingers. 

“Not yet,” I whispered, smirking.

“So we can have sex again?” Spence asked hopefully. “I wasn’t sure you’d want to, after, you know…”

“I beat your ass for being such a shit?” Damn, that just slipped out.

He laughed nervously. “Yeah. I’m sorry for being annoying. I always am. I don’t mean to be, it just happens sometimes and I don’t even understand why.”

I scratched the back of my neck nervously. “I'm sorry I lost my cool. Sometimes I get mad and take it out on people around me, and don’t really understand why, either. I guess we both have shit to work on, huh?”

Part III —

We made quick work of putting the sheets back on Spencer’s bed. He immediately shucked his shorts and, now completely naked, climbed under his Vikings comforter and pulled it up against him. 

“Ah, this is really nice. I should have washed these weeks ago. I’d sleep really well if I wasn’t going to have a hot dude next to me.”

“Well, I could use the guest room...”

“Shut up! I’ll go to bed early tomorrow. I’m not passing up the chance to do more sex stuff.”

“You’re always so horny,” I told him. “That's a sign of puberty too, you know.”

He threw the covers back, exposing his small erection. “C’mon, climb in.”

I peeled off my shorts but left my underwear on. The crisp sheets smell nice and feel great too. Spencer’s hand was immediately groping my cock through my Calvin’s. “You’re not even hard.”

“Not yet. I get hard super fast, but it’s not like I’m aroused 24/7,” I replied. “You’re sure you’re up for it?”

“Always! But not like before.”

Huh? “What do you mean? You want to try to fuck me this time?”

“Maybe, but that’s not what I mean,” he said coyly, like he’s embarrassed. “How do you and Cam do it? I mean, is it all hot and fast and rough like we did earlier?”

“Sometimes. Cam likes to be in control, like I was with you. It’s hot as fuck,” I explained, my own erection rising at the thought. “But sometimes we take it slow and it’s more, I dunno, romantic?”

“And you kiss? I really liked when you kissed my cheek in the shower after you jizzed in my butt.”

“Duh. We’re boyfriends. We love each other, so it isn’t just about getting off.”

Spencer sighed. “I wish I had a boyfriend to kiss.”

“You’ve never kissed anyone?” I asked.

He blushed. “Um, no, not really. Me and Ian experimented with stuff, but he said kissing was too gay. And you and Cam have always had me bend over or get on my knees, so we’ve never kissed either.”

I guess he’s right, now that I think about it. We’ve jerked, sucked, rimmed, fucked, and some kinky stuff, but we’ve never even kissed (much less made out). I guess I always assumed Spencer was focused on getting off and didn’t care about mushier stuff.

“So, do you want to try it?” I asked.

“Yes, please,” he answered eagerly. “But I’m not sure I really know how.”

“I’ll show you. It’s easy,” I said, laughing. “I remember when Cam and I first started making out. We both sucked at it.” 

“Cool. Thanks Max.” He’s looking at me with such adulation.

As I leaned in, I realized we need to delay. His breath is awful. The garlic from the pizza was prominent, but there was more to it. Come to think of it, my mouth feels a little funky too. “Stop,” I told him. 

“Why? You don’t want to kiss me?” He looks hurt all of a sudden.

“I do, but we should brush our teeth first. I have pizza breath and so do you,” I said gently. “I don’t want your first kiss to be gross. You might not ever want to kiss someone again.”

“Good thinking,” he answered, climbing out of bed, boned and jiggling that adorable little butt as he ran down the hall. I followed behind, eager to be inside of him again.

***

Once our breath was fresh, Spence ran back into his room and jumped onto the bed, kicking his comforter down. If his mom walked in, she’d see him in all his glory, his boner sticking straight up to the ceiling. Which gives me an idea.

“Where’s that tape measure you had earlier?”

He looked to his night stand and smirked, grabbing it.

He measured. “It’s just a little less than 3.75 inches,” he announced excitedly. He checked his thickness next, “but only like 2.5 inches around. Last time it was less than 3.5 inches, so it’s definitely bigger!”

“Told you!” I said, grabbing to measure myself. “About 4.75 inches long, and a little over three inches thick. Mine’s grown some too. Cool.” I need to measure Cam and Noah the next time we’re together. Maybe that can be something we do on Halloween, once the girls leave? We should make a party game out of it. But what would the winner get? A blowjob?

“Nice. Not as big as the men in porn but it still makes my butt feel amazing,” he said, patting the spot next to me. “Can we kiss now?”

I laid down and leaned in, pressing my lips against his. He immediately opened his mouth and licked my lips.

I pulled back. “Not yet. Take it slow and let me lead. Push your lips back against mine.”

He listened this time, and we softly kissed. It’s nice. Slowly, I started sucking on his lips, but avoided using my tongue. I gently rubbed his chest and noticed his nipples are rock hard.

Slowly, I licked his lips and gradually moved inside, grazing his tongue and closing our mouths together. He cooed as I started sucking.

He grabbed my dick. I slapped his hand away. “Not yet. Just enjoy the kissing.”

We kissed for at least five minutes when I moved to lick his ear and suck in his earlobe. He shuddered when I blew on his wet flesh, and moved down to his throat and began lightly sucking. I don’t want to give him a hickey.

He moaned as I moved down to his chest, and took his left nipple into my mouth. I sucked on it, then nibbled. Spence is rubbing my head and restlessly moving on the bed. I licked his right nipple and then gave it the same treatment, rubbing his balls with my other hand. He took that as an invitation to start jerking me.

I moved back up and gave him another French kiss before pulling back.

“So, what did you think?”

He put his arms around my neck and reached to plant another kiss on my lips.

“It’s really nice. Thanks for doing it with me, Max. You and Cam are so lucky.”

I smiled. “I know. We both do. It’s crazy how we found each other so young.”

He nodded and looked away. I’ve never thought about it since he’s always so horny, but it occurs to me that he wants a relationship way more than I realized. Sure he’s obsessed with sex, but he’s also gay so it isn’t just about getting off. And I wonder if his dad taking off makes him lonelier.

“Aww, Spence, you’ll get a boyfriend. It’s just hard when you’re in sixth grade. No one else at school is out but me, and that wasn’t planned. It’s not like boys advertise they’re open to it, or even always realize they want it.”

He sighed and put his hands behind his head. He looks content.

“I always hoped my first kiss would be with you.”

I laughed. “Cam will be offended. He competes with me about everything.”

“Cam is hot, and nice, but he isn’t you,” Spence said. “I’ve been crushing on you since third grade.”

Whoa, I didn’t know that. “You knew you were gay then? That seems so young.”

“It wasn’t like I was horny, I just always wanted to be around you — I don’t even think I understood why. You were always kind and way better at gymnastics than me,” he said, shrugging. “But yeah, in a way I guess I've always known.”

Interesting. “That’s cool. I never liked girls but didn’t start noticing boys until probably sixth grade, maybe fifth.”

“You’re not mad, are you?” Spence asked, biting his lip.

I looked at him funny. “Why would I be mad?”

“Cause I’ve been crushing on you and we’ve done stuff and I never told you. Cam won’t be pissed, will he?”

I patted his stomach. I love that little bit of softness he still has.

“Of course not. You like who you like, and Cam knows that. We both think you’re cute and funny, when you aren’t trying too hard.”

“It sucks seeing you with someone else. I know that’s dumb. I’m sorry, but I was happy when you broke up because I thought I’d have a chance. But then you were both so miserable and I was really happy when you got back together. It’s confusing.”

Wow. I’m not sure what to say. It makes me wonder about all the weird stuff Spence insisted we do at our last sleepover, while Cam and I were split. Was using handcuffs and asking me to piss on him part of a ploy to get me to be his boyfriend? I always assumed it was just him imitating stuff he’d seen in porn, but maybe there was more to it?

He must have thought I was alarmed, because he was quick to add, “It’s not like I’m in love with you or anything. I mean, I really like you and love having sex and would totally jump at the chance to be your bf, but… it's hard to explain.”

I think I understand. “I get it. Feelings are weird. You don’t have anything to feel guilty about,” I said, trying to reassure him. “I get what it’s like to have a crush. It was surreal when something finally happened with mine.” 

“I bet the first time you and Cam made out was lit.”

Of course he assumes I’m talking about Cam, which is partially true. I bet he’d die of shock if I told him I was mainly thinking of Noah. Noah being my first crush and me getting to have sex with and eventually kiss him was something special, so I can relate. But I can’t tell Spencer that.

“It was,” I answered. “Why don’t you roll over on your stomach?”

“Are we gonna fuck again?” he asked eagerly.

“Relax. I thought I might just rub your back a little. You need to relax. Cam and I love to trade backrubs. I promise we’ll both cum again before we actually go to sleep.”

“Sure,” he answered, flopping over.

I gave him a quality back and neck rub. I could tell he liked it. “This is awesome,” he said, several times.

“Well, don’t forget you have to return the favor this time.” I let my hand slide down and massage his soft, perky butt. “You have a really nice ass, Spence.”

He instinctively spread his legs. “Not yet.” I moved up and began kissing his neck, leaving hot breaths all over as I worked towards his mouth. I pushed him over and quickly pressed my tongue into his mouth, resuming our make out sesh from earlier. He learned well, mirroring my kisses. I continued to stroke his back and ass as we swapped tongue. He’s hard as a rock again (assuming it ever went soft). It’s pushing into my leg.

“My turn,” I said, breaking off our kiss. 

Spencer picked up kissing pretty quickly, but he was crap at giving a back rub. I didn’t tell him that though. He also didn’t have the patience to do it for very long. After a few minutes, he gave up on the back rub and climbed atop me, kissing my neck like I had done to him. Kissing is definitely something he enjoys. His boner was conveniently nestled into my crack, and as if on instinct, couldn’t resist humping a little. It feels nice and warm.

“This feels really good,” he commented

“It would feel even better if you actually pushed it in.”

“Can I?” he replied, surprised at my suggestion.

“Please. There’s some lube in my bag. Hold on, I’ll grab it.”

He rolled off me and I quickly retrieved the lube. “How do you want to do it?” I asked.

“Just like we were, if that’s okay. I like laying on top of you. It was awesome being pressed together.”

“I liked it too. But you have to eat me out before you put it in.”

Spencer grinned. “You like when I lick your butthole, don’t you?”

“Yeah, getting rimmed is great. But I like eating boy ass too, so I’ll do it to you later if you do me now.” Like I wouldn’t even if he refused.

Rather than move down, Spence adjusted himself toward the head of the bed and dove at my right nipple instead.

I moaned as he started sucking. “Mmm. Good boy. I love my nipples being played with.”

He bit me a little too hard. “Ouch, watch the teeth. Nibbling is fine, but you have to be careful, just like when you’re sucking a dick.”

I’ll say this, Spence is a quick study. After about twenty seconds, he was doing it perfectly. I’m already leaking precum.

He went back and forth between my nipples and kissed his way down my chest. He stopped at my belly button and started lapping at it and caressing my abs.

“I wish I had an eight pack like you and Cam. My tummy is still a little flabby.”

I snorted. “It isn’t ‘flabby,’ it’s just 12. Besides, I like that it’s a little soft, and honestly, you have plenty of muscles already,” I said, rubbing his belly. “You realize a soft stomach is normal for a guy our age, not all the muscles?”

“Yeah, but I still like the muscles. They’re sexy.”

He continued moving down, even sucking me for a few seconds. “Your precum is yummy. I can’t do that yet either.”

I rubbed his head as he bobbed back down to the root. “You will. Mine really gets going when I’m fucked, you’ll see.”

He edged lower, lapping at my balls, swishing them around his mouth.

“I have an idea. Why don’t I put my legs behind my head so you can get a good look and angle?”

I don’t do this often, and probably should have stretched first, but I’m flexible enough to make it work.

“Wow,” he said.

“What?”

“I’ve just never seen you like this before. I know I’ve licked you there, but it’s different seeing everything so clearly. Your booty is really nice.”

Before I could reply, he buried his face in my butt with a total vengeance. My eyes rolled in the back of my head.

“Slow down Spence, or your tongue will cramp,” I managed to say between moans.

He pulled back his face. “Neat.”

“What?”

“Your butt. It looks nice.”

I decided to see if he’d start dirty talk. “Yeah? What does it look like?”

“It’s like, super smooth and bright pink and a little… almost like a starfish? Then there’s your hole, which is darker. But the pale white of your cheeks next to the hot pink and then sudden black is cool. And it’s like, winking at me.”

“That’s because I’m horny. It’s loosening up for you,” I said seductively. “So you like my butt? What do you want to do with it?”

“I wanna fuck it. But first, I wanna taste it again.”

And back down he went. He used his free hands to play with my balls.

“Spence, I love this, but my legs are starting to cramp. You can rim me again later if you want.”

Reluctantly, he pulled away. I think he’s more into rimming than he thought he would be. He’s done it before, but never this enthusiastically. 

I sat up and grabbed a towel from the chair and put it on the bed. No reason to get his clean sheets messy already. I assumed the position from earlier and handed him the lube. “Just squirt a little in my crack and rub some on your dick.” 

Spencer applied way more than necessary - a total rookie mistake. He pressed the cool gel deeper and spread it around my hole. While he lubed his own cock, I reached between my legs and pushed a finger inside. It wasn’t the normal prep I’d do for Cam or Noah, but it’ll suffice. His dick isn’t much bigger than a finger, and he did rim me pretty thoroughly. 

Getting fucked by Spencer — if you can even call it that — was definitely an experience. Once he climbed back atop me, he just pushed his cock into my crack and started humping. His dick was all over, poking me everywhere. Mostly it just slid up and down. I squeezed my ass together to make it tight for him, which he very clearly enjoyed. 

“Scoot down a little,” I finally suggested. At least he’s poking at my hole now. A few times, it even broke through, but barely. I suppose my glutes are just too developed for him to get through with his 12-year-old dick. At least in this position. 

But Spencer didn’t seem to give two shits. He just kept humping away at a frantic pace, not really caring where his dick landed. I thought about suggesting a different position. I bet if I rolled to my back and pulled my knees back just right, he could get it in really good. But he seems so content, I just let him rabbit fuck at my hole until he finally had his drygasm.

He collapsed onto me, sweaty and hot. “Wow Max, that was awesome,” he said, wrapping his arms around my neck. I didn’t have the heart to tell him it’ll be even better once he manages to keep it inside where it’s tight, wet, and warm.

He kept kissing my neck, hinting at wanting to make out more. I rolled slightly and kissed him some more. He pulled my tongue in and sucked it. He’s really getting the hang of making out, which is good, because as a top he’s got a long way to go.

I rolled onto my back and pulled him on top of me. We continued to make out. Having a drymax hasn’t done anything to make his erection subside. It’s still hard as a rock and pressing against my abs.

“You’re going to try fucking me again, but this time you’re going to get it inside and keep it there. Let me put my legs back behind my head so you have easier access.”

“Okay!” He practically yelled. “I don’t think I’m quite big enough to do it the real way yet, but humping your butt was still fun.”

Having already stretched, it was easier to get back into position. Spence re-applied some lube, but not near as much this time, and thrusted forward in one swift motion. Before either of us knew it, his pelvis was pressed against my balls. 

“Wow, this feels even better!”

Now, Spencer’s dick isn’t very big, but going in all at once stung. I reached to hold him in place so he didn’t start humping with abandon.

“Give me a second to adjust. Just hold still. Usually you want to go slower, like inch your way in.”

“Oh. Sorry. Since my dick isn’t that big, I didn’t think it would hurt.”

“It’s big enough.” The little shit actually beamed at that. 

After a few seconds, I let go of his butt. “Okay, start slowly pulling out, not all the way, then push back in. Vary your depth and speed, picking up as you go.”

With that, Spencer was off, but he took my advice and slowed down. “Gah, it’s so tight and hot and wet. It feels awesome.”

“Yeah, boy ass is amazing. Getting fucked too. Straight guys have no idea what they’re missing,” I agreed.

Spencer started picking up his pace and grunting. He won’t last long.

I didn’t expect to feel much, and it definitely wasn’t like being fucked by Cam or Noah (much less a grown-up dick), but I didn’t hate it. I actually could feel him tickle my prostate. The best way to describe it would be like getting jabbed with a finger. Not as satisfying as a dick, but still pleasant — and enough to get my precum flowing. But I’m not going to cum like this.

“See, I told you I’d start leaking when being fucked. You can taste it once you’re done.”

Spence’s body tensed and he thrust forward, collapsing onto my chest. I could feel his little cock twitching in my hole. He lasted maybe 90 seconds.

I kissed the side of his cheek. “Have fun?”

He’s panting. “Yeah, that was great. Although I think I still like getting fucked better.”

I laughed. “Yeah, me too. But topping is still fun.” It really does work out well with Cam, because he prefers topping but still enjoys bottoming, so we get everything we want.

“I want you to fuck me again, but can I taste your cum first?”

“You’re still horny?” I asked, shaking my head.

“I'm always horny. Aren’t you?”

“Sometimes, but I need more time to recover between stuff. And if I’m stressed I usually skip jacking off.”

“Not me. I might jerk more when I feel bad.”

Well, that’s worrying. Maybe that’s why he’s gotten into more extreme stuff?

“Can we 69? Or do you just want me to suck you?”

“Sure, let’s start like that. Go rinse your dick real quick then climb on top of me and face away.” I haven’t really gotten to suck or rim Spence much today, and I always enjoy playing with his foreskin.

He complied and was back in about thirty seconds. I don’t know about anything else, but he sure follows directions well when it comes to sex. 

He started sucking and I took his throbbing boner into my mouth, sliding my tongue under his foreskin. I love how he tastes. It’s different somehow, but in a good way.

He was rhythmically sucking me, and I adjusted to give myself easier access to his balls. His scrotum is small, his testicles about the size of marbles, maybe a little bigger. He’s right, there’s not a hair to be found.

I pushed him down enough to inspect his butt. I don’t think I’ve ever really taken a good look. It really is nice. Small white globes and a very pink crack. He said my butt was like a starfish but his hole looks more like a slit, like a piggy bank.

Time to crack it open, no pun intended.

I rimmed Craig in Mexico and while it wasn’t bad, I didn’t really enjoy it (probably the only thing I didn’t love doing with Craig, although he rimmed me better than anyone ever has). I don’t know if it was his size or hair or what. Rimming Noah is fine, but not like Cam. I love doing it to Cam, his ass is great.

Spence, though? Damn, he could give Cam a run for his money. I could do this all night. It wasn’t long before my tongue slid inside. Honestly, he tastes great.

He moaned and momentarily left my dick. “That feels so good.”

I know the feeling, and can feel my cum rising.

“I have an idea. Get on your knees on the floor, facing the bed.”

He eagerly got in position. I stood up and he swallowed me. I gently rubbed his hair.

“Good job dude. You’re really getting better at giving head,” I encouraged. I began gently face fucking him. “Are you sure you want to swallow?”

He wouldn’t leave my dick but mumbled “uh huh,” the vibrations of which were interesting.

I picked up my pace, but Spence was a champ and didn’t pull off. I’m almost there.

“I'm gonna cum. Don’t swallow yet, just hold it in your mouth. Got it?”

He didn’t reply but pushed me down onto the bed right as I started to shoot. I laid back as I exploded in his mouth. One, two, three spurts. Spence stayed in place as I tagged his mouth with my jizz.

I was flat on the bed, my legs hanging off, trying to catch my breath. Spence finally pulled away and I felt a coolness as the heat of his mouth was replaced with the room temperature air. I felt a warm dollop fall on my balls.

I sat up. Spence is still kneeling, holding his mouth shut. There is cum dribbling down his chin and at the corner of his lip.

I lovingly stroked his hair. “Great job, Spence. Do you like the taste?”

He nodded vigorously. I bent down and kissed the top of his head. I don’t know why, it just felt like the right thing to do.

“Open your mouth and show me that you haven’t swallowed any yet.”

He opened wide. Damn this is hot.

For one thing, Spence has a baby face and I dunno, that added something. But I was surprised how much I cummed, considering the amount I blasted in his ass just a few hours ago.

And you know what else? It isn’t as thin or clear or watery as I remember. I’m not saying it’s like Noah (much less Craig or Chad), but it was definitely cloudy-ish and more like Cam’s loads. His tongue is completely coated.

“Swallow.” He took a gulp. I used my finger to capture what escaped onto his chin. “Don’t waste any.”

“Yes sir. Cum is awesome!” He sucked my finger, then moved down to my groin and licked my balls clean. “I liked when you cummed in my butt, but I love it in my mouth.” I laughed. I can just imagine how his parents would react if he heard him say that. 

I moved back up to the pillows and patted the side next to me. Spence crawled back onto and put his head on my shoulder.

“Thanks again for doing all of this with me, Max. It’s the most fun I’ve had since we got together in August, except it’s been even better.”

“Yeah man, sex is really fun, especially when you care about the other person.”

He looked at me, smiled, and rested his head back on my shoulder.

Part IV — 

We took a break from sex and played video games for around an hour. First Call of Duty, then Rocket League, which was new for me. I’m okay at CoD but haven’t played video games much lately, so Spence smoked me.

“Who was better, you or Amos?”

“Me, duh. Although he was better than you,” Spence teased, giggling.

“Hey, don’t make me beat your ass again.” I was worried it might be too soon, but he laughed.

“Maybe I should spank you later.”

I elbowed him. “You wish. Only Cam gets to do that, sorry.”

“I doubt I’d like it anyway. Fucking was fun, but I like when you tell me what to do. It makes me feel like… I dunno, safe?”

“I get it. Like I told you before, I’m more submissive too,” I agreed. “It’s fun to like, give control over to someone you trust.”

He paused the game. “Can you fuck me now? But nicer this time?”

He climbed on top of me and kissed me. He started on my nipples again. 

I stroked his bare back and butt, looking down to take in the scene. Damn. His ass is really sexy. It’s small, but round and pert. It’s not as big as Cam’s, so it really feels like I’m conquering it.

His nipple sucking made quick work of getting me boned again. And, my hard cock isn’t far from his ass. I shift myself upwards while pushing him down. I thrust it into his crack. “Are you sure you can take it again?” I asked. “I rode you pretty hard last time.”

“I’ll be okay,” he said. “You'll be gentle?”

“How about you ride me this time, at least to start. That way you can control the speed at first.”

“Okay. I don’t care how we do it, I just want it in my butt,” he said adamantly. He looks so serious, like he’s on a mission.

I handed him the bottle of lube. “Let’s go.”

***

I quickly lubed my hard-on and rubbed Spencer’s hole. My finger slid in with ease. Between fucking him earlier and my copious tongue work, he’s relaxed and loose. As loose as a sixth grader gets, anyway. But he wants this, so entry will be a breeze.

“Line it up and sit — SLOWLY. If you don’t have it right, you might break my dick,” I said laughing. Though, there is some truth to what I said. I can only imagine how much it would hurt if someone slammed down on your hard cock without it having made its way in.

Spencer gripped my cock and guided it to his hungry hole. I can feel his little cheeks wrap around my cock head. He moved it back and forth a few times, adjusting to the target. My head is starting to slip in. 

“Yeah boy, I think you got it,” I whispered. 

It dawns on me we never locked the door after we ran down for snacks during our gaming. His mom is out — you could even hear her snoring — but what if her gummies wear off? I don’t need her walking in right now, so keeping my voice down seems prudent.

Spencer slowly lowered himself, engulfing my cock with that scorching boy ass. It feels amazing. There’s something about watching him impale himself, while I laid back and relaxed, that gave me a sort of a high. He’s servicing me and doing all the work. Spencer whimpered as his cheeks pressed against my legs. 

“You got it all. How’s it feel?”

“Oh fuck Max!” he exclaimed. “This is the best yet.” Apparently, he’s a fan of this position. 

I reached out and squeezed his dick, gently kneading it a few times. “Start gyrating, but take your time. Let’s make this long and special. Maybe we can see how many times you can cum before I do.”

He gasped. “If you keep jerking me, I might cum right now.” He started lifting up and down slightly and twisting his hips around, letting my cock explore his insides. 

I gently pulled back on his foreskin, exposing his head. I rubbed my thumb over that sensitive spot on the bottom. The lube on my thumb made it glide over easily. I rubbed it all over his head, from one side to the other. “Oh shit, oh shit, don’t stop Max,” he begged.

I can’t believe how quickly he gets off, but I’m not complaining. It’s kind of hot. He bounced harder while I continued teasing his cock head with my oiled thumb. His breathing picked up, as did his grinding on my cock. After a few furious seconds, he stopped moving as his ass clamped down on the base of my road. He pushed my hand away. His cock, pointing to the ceiling, pulsed and twitched for several seconds. 

“That’s one,” I said.

“God that was awesome,” he said, smiling.

I pulled him down onto me, engaging him with a passionate kiss. With him pulled forward, I took over working his butt, slowly thrusting into him as my hands rubbed his perfect little ass. We made out for several minutes as I pushed into him. 

My hips tired, so I stopped and pushed him so he was sitting up on his knees. “Your turn to do the moving.”

As Spencer started riding me again, I took the opportunity to play with his little nips, rolling each between a thumb and forefinger as he slowly moved up and down on my pole. I love how hard they get, like little tacks. Speaking of hard, his dick has lost none of its exuberance.

I left one hand working his nipples while the other traced down to his crotch. I brushed his dick as I moved past it to his smooth, hairless balls. I gently tugged on his sack. I can feel each of his nuts. I managed to pull them both and wrap my thumb and forefinger around just above them, and pulled down, giving his tight scrotum a stretch. His cock was pulled down as well, his glistening head now pointed straight at me. I wish there was a way to bend and suck on that cute little head while he rides me. I pulled myself up to try, but despite being limber, I was a couple inches short. It will have to wait until my load is safely deposited inside him.

While he continued to bounce on my cock, I put both hands to work, more earnestly this time. I worked his nipples with one, while I fervently jerked his cock with the other. It was a bit of a challenge with him moving up and down rapidly, but I managed to eventually sync our rhythms. 

Of course, as soon as his next orgasm arrived, his cadence was thrown off. I pinched his nipple hard as I jerked him even faster. He shuddered and slammed himself down on my ass as he screamed out. I had to cover his mouth with the hand that was on nipple patrol. 

He collapsed onto me again, very sweaty now. “That’s two,” he said as he caught his breath. “But I’m getting tired. Did you cum?”

“Not yet,” I replied. I know I’ve cum hard twice, but still, I’m impressed by my own stamina. Cam will be proud when I tell him all about it. “We can try a different position if you want.”

“Yeah, let’s change. How do you want to finish?”

I knew exactly how I wanted this to end. “Move to the floor,” I said. 

Spencer lifted up, letting my erection slip from his ass. He rolled off the bed and stood, waiting. I swung my legs over, admiring my cock standing tall, covered in lube and Spencer’s ass juices.

I grabbed the towel and placed it neatly on the floor. “On your back.”

As Spencer got into position, I quickly locked the door. I have a feeling he might get loud as I pound on him, and will feel better if I’m less concerned about being interrupted. Not that his mom couldn’t interpret the sound of us fucking, but I dunno, it made me feel better. 

As I approached, I knelt to the floor and lifted his legs back towards his head. “Hold your feet,” I told him as I spit on what is now his well-used hole. It’s open, waiting for what’s to come. I lifted up slightly, leaned forward, lined up my dick and quickly shoved it back home.

Spencer let out a grunt. I slowly pulled out and pushed back in. I’m being gentle, loving even. I leaned down and gave him a kiss as I rubbed his chest.

“Does it feel okay?”

“It feels incredible,” he whined. He wrapped his arms around my neck and sat up slightly, kissing me again. He’s looking up at me with complete trust.

“You like getting fucked, don’t you?”

He’s whimpering and restlessly writhing under me.

“I love it. Why does it feel so good?” he cried, his eyes closed. “Why doesn’t every guy want to do this all the time?”

I grinned. I get that. 

“Do you want me to go harder, to finish? Ready to split open that sexy little ass?”

He didn’t need words. His eyes flickered and he wrapped his legs around my waist and locked his ankles, pulling me into him as I began giving it to him with all I had. It was incredible, leaning over him, staring into each other’s eyes. I mashed my mouth to his as I thrust my cock in and out. The angle was fucking glorious. It was giving my dick a whole new sensation.

“Jerk yourself,” I commanded. “Maybe you can come again at the same time I squirt inside you.”

I doubt that’s likely, given I feel myself edging closer to my own orgasm. But damn if he didn’t try, taking his stiffy into his hand and jerking like mad. “Keep kissing me,” he practically begged.

I leaned forward and pushed my tongue back into his mouth. I kept pumping away. The whole scene is frenetic, between us making out, Spencer flogging his dick, me pounding his ass, sweat dripping off us both. I could almost hear a musical crescendo play in my head as my orgasm exploded. I moaned into his mouth as my cock twitched inside him, my balls pulling up to expel whatever seed remained. Frankly, I don’t think it was much. It may well have been nearly dry; I couldn’t quite tell.

As I stopped humping, Spencer was still working on his own erection. “Didn’t make it to three?” I asked, panting.

“Not yet,” he grimaced.

“Let me help,” I offered, quickly sliding out of his butt and moving down to take his skinny rod into my mouth. He kept jacking off as my tongue swirled around his cock head. I’ve been wanting to taste him since before when his rigid nail was staring me down, so it’s perfect that he’s going to finish in my mouth. I slid my finger into his bottom to apply a little prostate pressure.

It didn’t take long, as usual, until Spence was clutching my head and muffling his screams of ecstasy. What was different this time, is that I could taste precum as soon as I went down on him. It happened so fast, I didn’t have much time to analyze it, but there was definitely something. 

“That's three!” He announced proudly.

“Dude, you had precum.”

“No shit?” he asked, sitting up eagerly. 

“It tasted great. I bet you’ll be cumming in a few months.”

“Fuck yeah,” he replied as we bumped fists.

“My little friend’s gonna be a total stud,” I quipped, which made him laugh. “At least I hope that was precum. You better not have pissed down my throat.”

“I didn’t. I swear,” he said, a look of concern dawning his face. He must not have picked up that I’m joking. I need to remember that he doesn’t always read my sarcasm.

“I know, I was teasing. Your body won’t let you piss with a boner. At least that’s what we learned in health.”

“Interesting. I guess I’ve never tried.” His dick has finally started to soften, and he’s poking it like he’s trying to wake it back up. 

“Dude, you were worried about having pubes. You’re going to be spunking before almost all the other sixth graders.”

“Sweet!” He gave me a hug. “Can we jerk off later? I want to see if it’ll squirt.”

I can’t believe he isn’t completely worn out, because I sure am. 

Part V —

We decided to shower. It’s a risk, but he was sure his mom would sleep through it. Considering how sweaty and cummy things are, it was for the best. His room should air out for a bit too.

But, we didn’t do anything sexual, just washed each other, which was a fitting, intimate way to conclude our play. It’s nice to see Spence use some self-control.

We didn’t bother to put on any undies before sliding back into his bed. Spence was cold after our shower and curled up tightly against me, shivering. I wrapped my arms around him and tucked his comforter around us. 

He leaned his head on my chest and mindlessly petted my stomach. It wasn’t sexual, and reminded me of how I am with Craig. Except Craig won’t cuddle with me naked. 

“Did I do good?” he asked randomly, breaking the silence.

“Yeah, you did great. We both had a lot of fun. Right?”

“I made up for earlier? When I was being stupid and you got mad?”

“Spence, dude. Don’t ever feel like you have to offer sex with me or ANYONE to make up for ANYTHING.” Just the idea of him doing all this to make up for earlier has me feeling guilty. 

His body tensed. “Sorry,” he said meekly. “I wanted to do everything; I swear. I would have loved it even if I hadn’t been a fuck up earlier.”

“You’re not a ‘fuck up,’ Spence. I just think sometimes you act without thinking, and don’t notice when people are giving off certain vibes, ya know?”

“I know. I don’t mean to, I promise. I don’t want to disappoint you.”

Damn, he’s being vulnerable and seems so insecure.

I stroked his hair. Honestly, I think he needs affection and a little tenderness more than I realized. This is the perfect opportunity to bring up my concerns, but I need to tread carefully.

“Why would you give a shit about disappointing me?” I asked, rolling my eyes. “Your parents or coach, sure…”

He lifted his head and looked at me as if I just asked an incredibly stupid question with an obvious answer.

“‘Cause you’re Max, duh!” He said, leaning his head back on me and resuming tapping my navel. “You’re the best gymnast on the team, the hottest boy in school, and one of the smartest and nicest people I know. You’re great at everything — especially sex!”

I shook my head. “Er, thanks. And you’ve gotten pretty good at sex yourself.” I reached to rub his tummy like he is mine. I like his little bit of squish. “I’m definitely not ‘great’ at everything.” I’m really not sure what else to say.

“Are too! Everyone at school, even kids you don’t know, say you’re going to be a famous model or in the Olympics someday.”

I laughed out loud. How the eff would anyone at school know anything? And I haven’t heard that. I’ve never even thought about modeling, which I don’t think I would enjoy. And I’m not that good looking, anyway. 

“Yeah, I wish. I’ll be super rich and famous and have endorsement deals too.” Jesus, what a ridiculous thought. “I fuck up as much as anyone.”

Spencer scoffed. “Yeah, okay Max. Whatever you say.”

“It’s true. You have no idea the shit I’ve gotten myself into the last couple of months.”

“Yeah, like what?” he asked sharply. Damn, he really does have me up on some pedestal of perfection.

“Remember? I was just grounded, and Cam still is.”

“What did you guys do anyway? I knew you didn’t have a phone and that you guys were in trouble, but the few times I brought it up, you both made it clear you didn’t want to talk about it.”

“The first time was for making out at the Spartan Night and getting ISS. The second time… well, it’s a long story.”

“Okay, and? I’m not tired.”

I took a deep breath. Do I really want to tell Spencer all about Chad and the subsequent fallout? I quickly decide that he might learn from my mistakes. 

“It started when Cam and I were broken up. Right after you spent the night, actually. I did something very, very stupid.”

Spence sat up. “What?”

“I know you know all about Grindr.” Come to think of it, I’m pretty sure he’s who told me about that damn app.

“Of course. It’s like Tinder but for gay guys. Like if you’re horny you can find someone to get with.”

“Yeah, that’s pretty much it,” I confirmed. My leg started bouncing under the sheet, all in its own. “I made an account and started talking to someone.”

“For real? That sounds hot. Did he send you naughty pictures and stuff?”

“Yep. It all seemed fun to me too, at first. He was nice and made me really horny, talking about what he wanted to do.”

“Did he know you’re a kid?”

“Not at first. My profile said 19. But when we started talking on Snapchat, I told him I was 16.”

“And how old was he? Like 25 or something?”

“No,” I answered hesitantly. “More like 40, I think.”

“Damn,” he replied. “Did he cut it off when you told him you were 16?”

“No. It actually made him more interested. He likes younger dudes, I guess.”

“That’s kinda hot. I watched porn with stuff like that. Daddy and son, right?” Now I’m really wondering if he’s found illegal stuff or just roleplay with older and younger guys. 

“Yeah, I guess. We talked for a few days. He said he was a dom and wanted a submissive boy to basically be his bitch.”

“No shit? God, I love being told what to do. Was he hot?”

“So do I. It’s a huge turn on. I love it when Cam is like I was earlier with you.” I paused, trying to steady my leg. I’m not sure why I’m so nervous with Spence, because I know he won’t judge me. I guess I just don’t like reliving what happened. “Which is why I was dumb enough to actually meet him.”

“He was like an undercover cop or something, wasn’t he?”

“No. That might have been better, to be honest.”

“Why? What happened?” Spence definitely isn’t connecting the dots.

“I don’t really want to get into details. It started off hot — he had a huge dick and I was really turned on. But it got bad. He basically raped me and it hurt so bad. He was degrading and mean and made me do awful things. I’ve never felt worse,” I admitted. I think that’s the first time I’ve ever used the r-word out loud. I know it wasn’t actually that, technically, but it’s still how it felt.

Spence’s eyes widened, but he didn’t say anything. 

I decided to leave out that the man wanted me to help break in his own son, who is Spence’s classmate. “I thought it was what I needed. I missed Cam, I was horny, and Craig and I had a huge argument right before then, so I didn’t even have him to talk to. I missed Cam, I missed Craig, and I was horny as fuck. It seemed like this guy could fill a lot of needs, you know?”

Spencer put his hand on my shoulder. “I’m sorry. Didn’t the guy know how young you were when you met? I mean you definitely don’t look 16, no offense.”

“Oh, he knew. He was into it.”

“Shit. I never met a real creeper before. That’s crazy,” Spence said quietly. “But I don’t get how that got Cam grounded.”

It took me another 15 minutes to explain everything else — how I told Cam and Craig about what happened, that Bob and Craig hired a PI, and finally how Cam and I stupidly talked to him again.

He’s in shock. “Fuck, Max. I wouldn’t have ever thought you would do something as bad as that.”

“See, I told you. I’m so far from perfect it isn’t even funny. Plus, I also lose my temper sometimes, like earlier with you. Usually it’s with Mom or Craig, and I get really vicious and disrespectful. I’m supposed to be keeping a journal of my outbursts for my therapist, but I might have to omit spanking you.” I laughed nervously. 

“You go to a shrink? YOU?”

“Not a shrink, but yeah, I have a therapist. I started when all the shit with my dad went down. She’s good to talk to and she sometimes gets Mom to chill.”

“I never did that. I see some guy about my ADHD occasionally, but he doesn’t ask about my feelings. That would be weird.”

I shrugged. 

“Well, it sounds like the guy is paying for what he did. That’s good, right?”

“Yes. I need you to promise to keep it a secret. Please?”

He looked right into my eyes. “I will. That’s no one’s business. Thanks for trusting me.”

“Besides Craig, Cam, and his dad, the only other person who knows is Noah.”

I decided to proceed and make a connection with his own behavior.

“Do you know why I told you?”

He shook his head.

This is so awkward, but it’s time I tell him how concerned I am. 

“Well, I can totally see you doing something similar. You’re already looking at porn I didn’t even know existed when I was 12. And you seem to like older guys, kind of like I do. You’re even turned on by daddy porn,” I explained. He’s listening intently. “I want you to learn from my mistakes and not do the same stupid shit. Honestly Spence, I worry about you sometimes since you’re so into porn and kinky sex and can be so reckless.”

“Yeah,” was all he said. He’s definitely pondering something. I can tell he realized he could easily follow the same path.

“I just… I care about you. I don’t want you to put yourself at risk like I did. I learned sex isn’t always fun and not all guys are nice, and even if it seems hot, it isn’t always.”

Spence, who had already turned around to face me, gave me a squeeze. “It’s nice you look out for me. You really do care, don’t you?”

I squeezed him back, feeling a sudden surge of affection. “Of course, duh. We’re friends. I don’t want anything bad to happen to you,” I stated flatly. “Why do you look so surprised?”

He shrugged, as much as he could lying in bed. “I dunno. I know I can be hyper and annoying and most people just tolerate me,” he said sadly. “I know you’re horny, and Cam isn’t available, so...”

I feel that pit in my stomach growing. “You thought I was just using you for sex? Dude… no. I mean, I love having sex and we had a great time, at least I think we did, but I’d have slept over even if you were straight!” I protested. “I don’t spend time with you thinking I’ll get laid. That would be skeezy as fuck… even if you do have a sexy body and amazing little booty.”

He laughed and rolled his eyes.

“Sex is awesome, but that’s not why we’re friends. I don’t want you to think about yourself like that, or me. It’s mean to both of us,” I declared. “You understand me?”

He nodded but didn’t say anything. He looks relieved and curled up tighter against me.

I decided to get things back on track. I really am feeling closer to Spence than I ever have. 

“There’s one more thing I didn’t tell you.”

He looked up at me. “What?”

“This guy I met; he has a son who goes to Olympia. He’s a sixth grader.”

“Get the fuck out!” he replied. “What’s his name?”

“I really don’t want to say. But… if you make any new friends and their dad seems a little too nice or hangs around you a ton, be careful,” I warned. “I hope he would be too scared now, but I’m not a hundred percent sure. He’s a major fucking creep who can’t be trusted.”

“Okay. Having sex with one of my friend’s dads could be hot, but I wouldn’t want him to be mean.”

I wonder how he would react if I told him about Craig? Well, not Craig specifically, just that I have been with a man who was caring and loving and gentle. But I worry that might send the wrong message, plus Craig would be pissed even if I don’t name names.

“I don’t think all men are like this guy or that it’s always wrong like everyone says, but it’s better to stick with other boys I think. I mean, why risk it?”

“Yeah. Men can be handsome, but boys our age are so hot. It sucks there’s no porn with them in it.”

I guess that answers my question about whether he’s discovered anything illicit. I’m relieved he seems oblivious to the prospect.

“‘Cause it’s illegal. And why they tell us at school never to sext. But even if it isn’t illegal, porn can still be bad.”

He looked at me quizzically. “What's bad about porn?”

“I’m not saying it always is, just that it can be. If it’s too extreme or people get addicted to it. Honestly, I worry about how much you watch. I mean, think of all the time you spend on it and what you could be doing instead. Getting better grades. Cleaning your room. Extra workouts. Even just texting with your dad,” I suggested, letting my words hang in the air for a moment. “It’s not that I never look at it, but I try not to let it be a time suck.” 

“You’re probably right. I usually jerk off pretty quick, so it’s not that long, but I guess it adds up.” He didn’t say, but I get the distinct impression it’s an everyday thing. Maybe even more than once a day.

“I know you’re always horny, and porn can be hot, but it should probably be an occasional thing. And not be extreme shit,” I suggested.

He blushed. “I’ll try to look less. But it’s easy for you to say when you have a boyfriend. Besides jerking off next to Amos for a couple of minutes, tonight is the first time I’ve done anything since our last sleepover, right before school started.”

I shook my head. “I get what you’re saying, but even before Cam, I never watched much. And we haven’t been able to get together often and I still haven’t been tempted, although I guess I didn’t have my phone for a lot of that time either. I just don’t think it’s that great.”

“It’s not like I jerk to porn every time,” he said. “I wish I had a toy for my butt. My finger just isn’t good enough.”

Vintage Spence, straight to the point. “I use my hairbrush handle sometimes. It feels pretty good, although a vibrator is better.”

Shit. I probably shouldn’t have mentioned using Mom’s dildo.

“I just haven’t found anything I think will work. And I use a comb, not a brush, so I can’t even try that. Every idea I have is too big or awkward. I tried a toy gun once and it hurt.”

I thought. “What about a toothbrush? You’d have to be careful, but it’s bigger than your finger and innocent enough looking in case your mom found it.”

He grinned. “That's a good idea! She even keeps extras in the closet. I just need to get some real lube like you have. Lotion burns.”

“Yeah, save some money and get something. But Vaseline works pretty well in a pinch.”

“Interesting. I’ve never tried that, but I think there’s an old jar in the medicine cabinet.”

Without a word, Spencer ran out of the room. He returned about thirty seconds later, with petroleum jelly and a toothbrush. To his credit, he actually threw away the packaging.

“Hey, look at you using the garbage can,” I teased. “Good job.”

He grinned and put both items in his nightstand. “I figure grabbing them now means I won’t forget. My doctor says that’s normal for people with ADHD. It’s so annoying.”

“I bet.”

He plopped back on the bed, his boner pointing straight up. He pushed it forward and giggled when it sprang back. 

“Boing!” I said for effect, causing him to laugh.

“See, even when I’m not horny he’s always ready for more. That’s also annoying, him having a mind of his own.” It’s kind of refreshing to hear Spence say he’s not horny for a change. I finally satisfied him.

I nodded. “That’s puberty. But yeah, random boners can suck like if you’re in the middle of class or at the gym. Sometimes I worry one will happen right in the middle of a competition. The worst is when they happen around your mother.”

He laughed. “Yeah. Mama tells me to put it away when it springs up. It’s not like I’m trying to be stiff all the time, it just happens. Dad says they’re totally normal, but it can still be embarrassing.”

“Yeah, moms don’t get it, but I guess that’s not their fault.”

Slowly, once he stopped playing with it, his erection deflated. I really like how it looks when it’s soft, with his foreskin dangling over the head. I don’t know why, but a soft uncut penis just looks so interesting. 

“Hey Max, do you know why it feels so good to be fucked? I’ve tried looking online, but everything just talks about chicks and a clitosaurus or something.”

I looked at him funny. “Do you mean a clitoris? ‘Clitosaurus’ sounds like a dinosaur or something.” I guess girl parts are kinda scary.

“Yeah, that. But boys don’t have those, right?” He asked genuinely. 

For as precocious as Spencer is sexually, I forget sometimes he’s just starting to figure things out. They don’t get into many details in fifth grade human growth and development. Not that they talk much about sexual pleasure in health, either (much less gay sex).

“No, but guys do have what’s called a prostate. It’s like this magic button a few inches in our butts that’s connected to our dick and balls and helps us cum, which is why it feels so good when pressure is put on it, like by a toy or dick,” I authoritatively explained. I like being able to answer his questions. “Plus, there are a bunch of nerve endings around your hole, which is why it’s so sensitive.”

“Oh. And girls don’t have one of those?”

“No, their equipment is different, but I try not to think about that much.”

He made a disgusted face. “Yeah. I tried watching some straight porn a couple of times, just ‘cause I was curious and sometimes the guys are hot, but girl parts are gross.”

“Right? Noah’s all about pussy and I think he’s crazy. Dicks and butts are way more interesting. But I guess you like what you like, and being straight is way more common.” 

“Sometimes, I wish I was straight. Just seems like it would be easier, you know? Like all the stuff at school with the other guys wouldn't have happened if I weren’t gay.” He sighed. 

I patted his arm and rolled to face him. “For sure. It would simplify things. But, most straight guys our age aren’t getting laid like we are, and we know how good gay sex is. They don’t know what they’re missing out on. We’re like in a special club almost.”

“That’s true. I do love sex stuff,” he admitted. “I just wish I fit in better. I’ve always been different, but now it seems like everyone notices more. Especially me.”

Poor Spence. I don’t think I realized until recently how alienated and insecure he is.

“That’s puberty too. Craig says everything feels amplified at our age, the good and the bad, and because of hormones we’re hypersensitive to stuff. Like we worry everyone is judging us even if they aren’t paying any attention,” I shared, deciding to further relate to his angst. “I overthink everything and that sometimes makes me get super anxious or angry. It sucks.”

“Craig seems really nice. It’s cool you have an adult to talk to about stuff. Dad tried, but it was so awkward.”

“Craig’s the best. I don’t know what I’d do without him. He was even the first person I came out to. He’s always been super supportive.”

“That's cool. I’m not sure how my parents will react when they find out. I worry they’ll be disappointed, and I already disappoint them enough being such a spaz.”

I grabbed his chin and turned his face so he’s looking right at me. I hate that he keeps being so down on himself. 

“That isn’t true, and stop talking about yourself like that. Your dad said just a few hours ago that he’s always proud of you. And it’s obvious your mom loves you, even if she does let you get away with too much,” I said. “Coming out is scary, but they don’t seem like homophobes.”

“They just seem so stressed with everything. I don’t want to pile on.”

“For sure, but you’re their kid. They love you. And being honest about your sexuality isn’t ‘piling on.’ And besides, there is no hurry to tell them. You can always wait until things are better.” I grabbed the water bottle and took a drink. “If you want to stress them less, help out more around the house. Focus on keeping your grades up. Don’t get sucked into doing stupid shit at school. And for fuck’s sake, don’t steal their edibles.”

I’ve seen Spence flush hard while working out and during sex, but he turned redder than I’ve ever seen when I said that.

“I know, that was dumb. And I really am going to try to keep my room clean and stay on top of my grades this quarter. I don’t like getting into trouble or making them mad.”

“Show them you can handle things and you’re being mature and I bet they’ll give you more privileges and freedom.”

“That would be nice. I like being at home alone and not treated like I’m still a little kid or something.” He yawned. “I’m getting sleepy.”

I’ve never understood why, but yawning is infectious, so I did as well. “Yeah, me too.”

He looked at me tentatively and blushed. “Can we cuddle, at least until I fall asleep? I’ve been wanting to try that too.”

Without a word, I wrapped my arm around his chest and pulled him toward me, his back now pressed against my torso. His soft butt is pressed against my groin, but it isn’t sexual.

He exhaled deeply, like he’s releasing tension he’s been holding onto for months. 

“Thanks Max. For everything. You’re a good friend, even if you do suck at sleepovers.”

I laughed. “Hey, I gave you everything you needed. Tutoring, cleaning, discipline, and really intense, hot sex.”

“Yeah,” he said softly. “Good night.” He squeezed my arm tight.

“Night lil bro. Sleep well.”

Within about a minute, he was lightly snoring. Damn, he can get to sleep quick.

I’ve always liked Spencer, but I think I finally understand him better — and I definitely feel closer to him after tonight. Which is good, because telling him about Chad definitely initiates him into my inner circle.

*** End of Chapter 54 ***

Authors’ Note: we hope you enjoyed getting to know Spencer a little better, and watch Max grow as he leans into being big brother-ish (and paying forward what Craig provides him). He’s maturing nicely, don’t you think?

As usual, this chapter became way too damn long. We’re never sure how that happens. Hopefully we struck a good balance between the raunchy side of things and character development/story telling.

Next up? Well, catching up Craig’s side, Max’s Freudian Slip. But for this side of things? Halloween! Will Jeanine make herself scarce and allow the lads to enjoy themselves, or will all of that sexual energy and tension percolate just under the surface?