Max’s Awakening #55

By J and craigpwriter888@tutanota.com

Authors’ Note: Max and Spencer had a naughty good time after their successful gymnastics meet — and became closer in the process, as Spencer opened up about his parents and Max read him in about Chad. We pick up the next morning, and progress toward Halloween.

Thanks to J who did a lot of the writing on this chapter!

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Chapter 55

Part I —

Sunday

Spencer jarred me awake at 8:30. I must have finally passed out after tossing and turning. I swear to God, he flopped around like a damn fish most of the night, all while (somehow) not waking up. In between his bouts of erratic movement, he nestled tightly against me. It’s kind of cool knowing he feels safe with me.

Every time Spence stirred, I couldn’t help but ponder the things he confided. I can tell his parents’ break-up and his dad’s absence has been weighing on him. I’m glad I suggested letting down his guard and catching up with his old man. It’s obvious he’s excited to see him.

The other thing I dwelled on was telling Spence about Chad. I didn’t intend to ever share that with anyone else, but I dunno, we were being honest and it just kind of came out. Although, now that I think about it, I’ve considered looping him in for a while. His willingness to do stupid sexual shit gives me anxiety, so maybe he’ll learn from me and think twice about seeking out an older guy?

I wonder if he’d be calmer and… less adventurous if he had an actual boyfriend?

But damn, his constant horniness and kinkiness is something else. I’ve joked he’s the horniest kid in Minnesota, but his drive is in a completely different league from everyone else I know.

I mean sure, I don’t worry when he’s bending over for me (or Cam), but I hope he avoids getting into bad situations. I worry about him — and hope playing together isn’t making it worse. As hot as the sex was, honestly, he felt more like a little brother after we went to bed. I dunno, it makes me wonder whether Cam and I should stop doing stuff with him. 

Anyway, I eventually crashed hard. After so much intense sex, I’m still exhausted.

“Max, wakey wakey,” he said, playfully tapping my cheeks. “Mom’s making breakfast. We should get some clothes on. She still sees me coming out of the shower and stuff, but finding you boned in my bed would freak her out.”

We went to bed naked, after our last fuck sesh. In fact, now that I’m conscious, I realize Spencer’s boner is pressing into my thigh. I don’t mind. Man, if she wasn’t already up, I’d suck him off. 

Spencer must have had similar thoughts. He briefly looked into my eyes and moved his face to mine, immediately feeding me his tongue as he ground his stiffy into my leg. I couldn’t resist grabbing a handful of his soft, smooth cheeks. If only his mom had gone to get donuts, I’d tap that tight little ass again. Damn, maybe we can get a quickie in?

“Spence, Max… come eat,” Spencer’s mom called.

“Fuck,” Spencer groaned, pressing his boner hard against me one last time. “I guess we should get dressed.” He sounds so dejected. “My butt’s a little sore anyway.”

I’m not gonna lie, that makes me feel like a stud, knowing my dick is big enough to leave him aching. I did give it to him good.

Funny how quick getting horny changes your perspective. I definitely don’t want to stop playing with him. 

“Yeah,” I reluctantly concurred, letting out a big yawn as I stretched. I need to focus so it isn’t obvious we’re both hard at the table. “I’m so tired.”

“Really, why? I slept better than ever,” he announced. I rested my hand on his tummy and tapped his navel. It’s so soft.

“Seriously? You were basically practicing your floor routine half the night. You woke me up like every 30 minutes.”

“I did?” He cocked his head. “Sorry bro.”

“It’s fine,” I said, grabbing my underwear from the floor. “I’ll nap later. My stomach’s growling.”

He smiled. “C’mon, I smell bacon.”

***

As soon as we walked into the kitchen, Spence gave his mom a hug. “Morning Mama.”

“Hey baby. You and Max have a good time last night?” she asked, handing me a plate.

“The best. We played games and stuff,” he replied, flashing me a grin. “And I called Daduhh — um, Dad. It was Max’s idea. He said he’d come see me!”

She tensed. “I had a text early that he’s on his way. We’ll, um, talk more about that after Max goes home.”

“He is, for real? Let’s go!” Spencer practically bounced up and down. It’s gratifying to know I helped that happen. His reaction is interesting though, like he’s surprised?

She scratched the back of her neck. “I’m sorry Max, I don’t mean to rush you, but do you have any idea when your mom is picking you up?”

Well, this is awkward.

“Uh, she just said to text her when I was ready. I can run and grab my phone.”

“No sweetie, you eat. I’ll send her a message. I’m really sorry to cut things short, especially after you’ve been so helpful, it’s just we have a lot to discuss as a family and…”

Spence is oblivious, happily stuffing his face with eggs and toast, but she is definitely on edge.

“It’s okay. I kinda figured.”

Her eyes widened, but she smiled weakly and patted my arm. “Thanks kiddo.”

***

Mom arrived about a half hour later and, to my surprise, came inside and immediately gave Spence’s mother a big hug. 

“It’ll be okay Meg, just be honest. Let me know how it goes?”

“Thanks, I will,” she replied, wiping her eyes. “Max has been so great. He’s welcome over anytime.”

Mom stroked my hair and smiled. “You have everything?”

I nodded. 

“Okay, say goodbye and let’s get going.”

I wonder whether I should hug either of them — I’m definitely closer to Spence, and know this will be an intense afternoon. He seems blissfully unaware, but his mother is way stressed. I feel bad for her.

Mom seems to, too. I didn’t realize they actually talked, like close friends. Strange.

Before I could make a decision, she ushered me out the door and, right there on the driveway, a sudden surge of affection washed over me. 

“Hey Mom?” 

She turned to face me. I gave her a huge hug — and held on.

“What’s this for?”

“Thanks for always being there for me. You’re a good mom, even if I don’t always say it.”

Am I being cringey? Maybe. Do I care? Not really. What’s wrong with loving your mom?

She squeezed me back. “Awww, you’re going to make me cry. You just made my month.”

I’m not sure what came over me, but it was something I needed to do. We don’t always get a ton of time together, between school and practice and friends. Even yesterday, we only had the ride to the meet and a couple of minutes after.

“Can we make popcorn and watch movies later? After chores, I mean.”

She looks perplexed but also incredibly happy. “Sure. Do you want to pick up any snacks? I went grocery shopping last night but didn’t get any treats this week.”

I shook my head. “I just want to spend time together.”

***

As we pulled out of the driveway, Mom asked how the sleepover went. I spared her details, but mentioned not sleeping well.

“Most weekends, you’d still be asleep for another hour. Take a nap when we get home,” she suggested. “I’ll put your laundry on. You can vacuum this afternoon.”

“Nah, I’ll be fine. If I get stuff done I can veg on the couch the rest of the day.”

She shook her head. “It doesn’t seem that long ago when I still had to cajole and threaten you to get anything done.”

I laughed. “You should have seen Spence’s room. Mom, it was so bad… and his bathroom was even worse. I made him clean up. I’m not sure I could have used it, even to pee.”

“I heard. Meg asked if you could move in. I told her I’d send you over the next time you’re moody.”

“Very funny. I’m not that bad.”

“No, you aren’t,” she agreed, patting my leg. “Besides, Craig seems to like the challenge of figuring out the Max Puzzle. Meg has a hard enough time corralling Spence.”

Oh jeez. ‘Max Puzzle’? They have a name for it? What the hell does that even mean?

“So, you won’t believe this. Jeanine actually apologized yesterday.”

I turned to face her. “No shit?”

She grimaced. “Max, language!”

I blushed. “Whoops, sorry. I mean, really?”

She nodded. “It seemed genuine. Said she regretted the unkind things she’s done and said, and hoped I could forgive her someday. She shared she’s trying really hard to be less judgmental, and a better Christian in general. Cited scripture and everything.”

I’m in shock. Cam has indicated she’s been better, but still.

“Wow. What did you say?”

“Not much. I thanked her, but I’ll believe it when I see it. Talk is cheap, we’ll see if her behavior actually changes.”

“That makes sense. Cam says she’s making more of an effort but he’s still on guard,” I said. “How did you leave things?”

“Bob has mentioned that, too. He actually apologized last spring and has been lovely since.” Huh, I didn’t know that. I knew they were getting along better, but not that he said he was sorry for how they treated us. “We mostly talked about the Halloween party. I offered to help. I’m going to set-up the costume contest and crafting stations.”

I stared at her. She can’t possibly think we want to do little kid stuff. 

Before I could say anything, she grinned. “I’m kidding. I know you’re too old for that. But we do have some ideas, and you and Cam need to finalize who you’re inviting. We need numbers.”

“Okay.” Now that I think about it, I’ve never actually met any of Cam’s school friends.

***

Mom did our laundry while I tidied my room. I took it slow, FaceTiming Cam to fill him in about the sleepover. Yes, he has his phone back! He texted it was returned when they arrived home from church. He only got a small lecture about ‘proper usage,’ along with warnings that it will be randomly checked more often. 

It’s been so long since we texted, it feels weird.

Maybe it wasn’t my place to say anything, but I told him about Spencer’s dad. Cam is concerned about him too, and reiterated he needs to come to our party. Spence needs friends, now more than ever.

Of course, hearing about all the hot sex we had made him even more eager to have Spencer over. Not that I think we’ll have much opportunity to get naked, but who knows. At the very least, Cam definitely wants to have some alone time with him and ‘catch up’ with me. 

He noted Spence is looking cuter than ever now that he’s started puberty for real. “Have you noticed how round his ass has gotten? It’s still small but so… perky? I just want to pin him down...”

“Yeah dude, he’s so fucking tight and loves it, maybe even more than me,” I said, laughing. “But be careful or you might make me jealous and insecure.”

“That might be hot, you both fighting over who gets this,” he replied, grabbing his junk (now completely rigid). His southern drawl is more pronounced than normal. “Your ass is perfect, babe. I’m just saying, he’s, like, wilder than you. And besides, how much longer am I gonna have access to sixth grade buss— ass? I’ve gotta live it up while I’m 13, y’know?” 

“I get it. He’s definitely smaller than us and the contrast is kinda hot. Seb is 12 too, I bet he’d be fun to throw around,” I suggested, although I feel a little bad talking about him like that. I assume he would enjoy it (I sure do), but don’t know for sure. “I’m not sure Spence has any limits, though, which worries me. That’s why I told him about Chad, so he doesn’t make the same dumbass mistake.”

Cam looks surprised. “Damn, I didn’t think he’d come up. But it’s probably a good idea, so long as he can keep his mouth shut.” He paused and looked at me deviously. “I know a way to keep him from talking.” He pulled his dick out and started stroking. “Wanna jerk?”

Ack. I can feel my own erection straining against my trunks, but my balls are sore. “That’s so hot, and fuck yes I do, but Mom is just down the hall. And it’s rude to tease me like that, when I can't touch anything.”

He grinned, and reluctantly flopped it back inside. We need to get off the topic of sex.

So, I shared how his mom apologized to mine. 

“Wow. I thought they were talking about stuff for the party.”

“They did that too. Mom messed with me and said they’re planning crafts.”

“Oh God, I’d lose it,” he joked. “We don’t need activities… just some food and to be left alone. Though I can’t see that happening,” he added bitterly, sighing. “Mom will try to take over and make it cringey so she can feel important. Fuck my life.”

“It won’t be that bad. Remember, she seems to be trying harder. Maybe talk to your dad about keeping it low-key?”

“That's a good idea. He’s pretty good at running interference.”

“I’m sure he’ll help,” I agreed. 

We briefly ran through the potential Halloween guest list. Besides Cam, Spence, and I, there are four kids from Widmer who Cam is inviting. With Jamie, Seb, Noah, Ashley, Mariah, and Liam, we’re at a solid 13. I want to invite Paxton and Reese too, but I can see them opting out. I figure Ashley might want another girl or two to come as well. Anyway, it’s not final, but I can tell Mom we are going to have 13 for sure… maybe as many as 20. It’s gonna be lit.

 “I better finish my chores. Plus I need a shower,” I declared. “Mom didn’t say anything, but after those athletic fucks, I have to reek of sweat and sex.”

“I like when you smell like that,” he said cheekily. “Bye babe, see you tomorrow.”

After cleaning up, I grabbed some fresh shorts and collapsed onto the couch. Mom patted the cushion and I crawled over to lean against her shoulder. She pulled a fleece blanket over my bare torso.

“I made sandwiches to go with the popcorn. You need more than empty carbs,” she said, handing me the remote. “Flip through Netflix and find something I won’t hate. Do you want roast beef and cheddar or turkey and provolone?”

“Roast beef please,” I replied, scrolling through the comedy specials. I’d prefer something rated MA, but don’t want to push my luck after she got mad at me for using mild profanity earlier. I need to catch up on the newest season of Big Mouth, but no way am I doing that with her. Neither of us are ready for that level of awkwardness.

After eating, I laid down and put my head on her lap, both of us laughing along to the jokes. This is nice. It isn’t quite the same as cuddling with Craig, but still pleasant.

I hope Cam can patch things up with his mom. He’s still so defensive. I get it, but if she really is trying, he can’t hold a grudge forever. 

***

“Sweetie, if you don’t get up, I’m afraid you won’t get to sleep tonight,” Mom said, gently stroking my hair.

I yawned. “I was asleep?”

“For over two hours. You and Spencer must have stayed up really late gaming. I paused the stand up and watched a rom-com while you were out,” she explained. “I need to use the bathroom, though. I’ll be right back.”

‘Gaming’? She’d freak if she knew the truth.

I lifted my head from her lap and rubbed my eyes, finishing off my Capri Sun from earlier. I grabbed my phone, but no word from Spence. I fired off a text asking how things went. 

When I opened Insta, I had a zillion notifications. What the hell?

Apparently, Ashley posted some pics and short clips from the meet and tagged me. The likes and comments are through the roof. Lots of girls made comments about how hot I looked, which is so embarrassing, but even some guys from school were complimentary.

I really don’t like the attention, it’s just not my style. I don’t usually post much about gymnastics. Heck, I don’t really post much at all, especially since I earned my phone back. But hey, at least nobody made ‘fag’ comments.

***

The rest of Sunday was chill. Mom and I cuddled on the couch watching TV, and I went to bed early. 

Or, to be more accurate, I laid in bed and tossed and turned. Spence never replied, and I’m a little worried things didn’t go well. He definitely sucks at texting though, so maybe I shouldn’t read too much into it?

Part II — 

Monday 

I sat up in the middle of the night, hard as a rock and leaking a little pre. Damn, my dream was hot, but… Mr. Tim? I’ve never thought of him like that before, but he was pounding me hard. I was in his office, bent over, moaning as he stuffed me from behind. 

“You better not cum on my desk,” he said. “You can cum, right?” was the last thing I heard before I awoke. For a moment, I worried I might lose my office aide job for splooging all over. It took me a few seconds to realize none of it was real. But I sure liked it when I thought it was.

I know Cam turned me on earlier, but I don’t know how the hell Mr. Tim found his way into my fantasies. 

I love Mr. Tim, but I’ve never thought about him like that… but as I lie awake, damn if I’m not wondering how hung he is. I bet he’s cut.

He is kind of handsome, and is definitely nice and helpful and cares about me. Gah, I’m still so hard.

I reached over to my nightstand to grab some lube, and started rubbing my hole. I flinched as the cool wet met my skin, and I slid a finger in.

I grazed, just barely, my magic button — and growled. “Yes sir, I can cum.”

I added a second finger, closed my eyes, and started jacking. I’m back on his desk, but this time, I’m lying on my back. He has my legs on his shoulders and I can watch his face as he plows me. He has a little chest hair and a treasure trail. He lovingly rubs my abs. I want him to kiss me, so he does. Well, he started caressing my chest and nibbled his way north.

I can feel my breathing intensifying and sweat on my back. I’m close.

And then I explode. The first spurt hit my chest, but the rest pooled on my belly. Damn, that felt good.

I grabbed one of yesterday’s socks from the floor and wiped myself down. 

Worn out and content, I rolled over and went right back to sleep.

***

I woke up, before my alarm, to Mom sitting on the foot of my bed.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” she greeted, rubbing my shins through the sheet. “You look so cute and content, I watch you sleep sometimes. I hope that’s okay.”

Huh, I think Craig has said the same thing. Sounds boring to me, but whatever. 

“It’s fine. Morning,” I responded, rubbing my eyes.

“How did you sleep?”

“Better.” That’s true, but it’s not like I can tell her about my two a.m. fantasy involving the school security, fingering my butt, and resulting epic cum. Yikes, I hope she can’t smell anything. The crusty sock is right there on the floor, maybe a foot from her.

We sat there, soaking in the quiet, for another minute before my alarm screeched. She silenced that awful beast and clicked on my lamp. I stayed safely ensconced under the covers.

“Aren’t you going to get up?” Mom asked, puzzled. “Come on Max. I know it’s Monday, but you need to get ready for school.”

I looked up at her helplessly. I’m very naked and very hard.

“What? I’m not a mind reader.”

“Well, um, you know how I sleep. And it’s morning, and I haven’t, uh, peed yet.”

Thankfully, understanding finally registered. “Oh, duh, sorry. I’ll leave you be. I don’t know how you walk around with those things,” she joked, walking out of my room. 

Girls are so clueless.

***

I managed to chill and listen to music on the bus, but upon entering the building, you have to put away electronics. And as soon as I did, I was barraged by accolades and small talk before making it past the office.

“Jesus Coleman, who knew you actually had talent?” Jamie teased, bumping into me on the way to my locker.

“Yeah Max, damn,” Seb agreed.

Noah and Ashley (with Mariah and company) joined us.

“Max, you’ve gone, like, viral,” Ashley chattered excitedly, giving me a hug. “Did you check this morning? That clip of your dismount has like 500 likes and a ton of comments. AND almost 2,000 views!” 

“Show us your six-pack!” some random girl yelled as she passed by. 

For fuck’s sake, am I going to be dealing with thirsty girls all day?

He must have seen my pained expression because, not missing a beat, Jamie lifted his shirt, grabbed his belly, and jiggled it with gusto.

It did the trick; she shrieked and ran away. God, I love him.

“Hey, you asked!” he yelled as she ran the other direction. Everyone laughed.

“Seriously Max, that was fire,” Paxton said, pulling me into a side hug. “Why didn’t you tell anyone you were so good?”

Blech. I hate all this. 

I shrugged my shoulders. “No one asked, and besides, I’m not anything special. Everyone on our team did well.”

Noah and Ashley scoffed.

“You and Cam were def better than everyone else,” Liam piped up. When did he get here? “You were a complete beast.”

“Hey Maxine, nice tights. Is cutting off the circulation to your balls why your voice is still so high?” a sneering voice jeered. “Not much of a bulge though.” It’s Aidan, one of Brady’s thug friends. 

And so it begins. Ugh.

“Why are you checking out Max’s junk?” Ashley fired off. “And what did you do, zoom in to inspect?” Everyone hooted. She can be brutal, but that was pretty tame for an opening salvo.

“Get the fuck out of here, Aidan — before I make you,” Noah seethed, pointing to the end of the hall. He stepped forward, puffing out his chest with his fists balled.

As much as I appreciate them having my back, I don’t need anyone to fight my battles. And Noah definitely doesn’t need to get into another altercation. I pulled him back.

I can feel dozens of eyes on me, but I still faced Aidan. “What can I say? I was pretty worn out after giving it to your dad all night.”

The hall roared. Aidan blushed and slinked away. I turned to open my locker as several teachers started instructing everyone to clear the halls.

“Damn Max, you roasted him hard,” Reese complimented, patting my shoulder. “Gross, but funny.”

“I can’t believe I was ever friends with that loser,” Noah said, shaking his head. “We hung out all the time in grade school. He started smoking weed and totally changed.”

Noah is right; Aidan used to be okay. Something shifted when he and Brady started hanging out last year. 

I guess I should be grateful Noah and Aidan were still friends enough for him to be invited to last year’s New Year’s party. Afterall, it was Aidan who asked if I had a girlfriend and I blurted out I would rather have a boyfriend. If that hadn’t happened, I doubt Craig and I would have ever connected.

Too bad he's become a total douche. What a waste.

Part III —

School was annoying, but I survived. Even the teachers joined the parade of congratulations and compliments. That’s nice I guess, but still embarrassing. 

I appreciated that Mr. Tim only gave me a fist bump, but considering my dream, even that felt awkward. 

In typical Mrs. Hickman form, she commented that if I worked as hard at my writing as gymnastics, my story would be finished by now and a shoe in for a prize. Oh, that… I haven’t touched it in weeks. I need to figure out how to finish. She’ll give me hell if I don’t submit something.

I was prepping a snack in the kitchen when Jamie FaceTimed. 

“Hey. Sebbie and I wanted to fill you in, but didn’t get a chance at school since you were mobbed the entire day,” he joked. I can tell from the background Seb went home with Jamie and they’re in his room. “But we took your advice and it worked.” 

“Huh?” I asked, confused. “What are you talking about?”

Seb laughed. “Lube, duh.”

“And eating him out,” Jamie added. “God, I could do that all night.”

“You kinda did,” Seb said, giggling. “I didn’t mind.”

Hell yeah. “Oh, shit! You mean…”

Jamie is grinning wider than I’ve ever seen. “Like three times. It felt amazing.”

“Wait, just now? After school?” That would be a lot of cumming in a short time.

“No, when I spent the night Friday,” Seb explained. “It hurt at first, then felt really good. Especially when he lasted longer and I had more time to get the good feeling.”

“Hey, it’s not my fault you’re so tight. And you still twitched like crazy like five times.”

“Dude, my dry cums were nuts. I bet I’d have shot straight in my mouth if I could make sperm.”

“I’m excited for you,” I replied, laughing. “Are you going to do it again right now?”

“Can’t. Mom’s home,” Jamie grumbled.

“Too bad,” I replied. “Just thinking about it has Little Max at full attention,” I added, moving the phone to show them the tent in my shorts. 

“Damnnnnnn!” Seb commented. “You should show us.”

“Yeah Coleman, c’mon. Don’t be a tease,” Jamie added.

“Uh… okay, but I need to get ready for practice, so just a quick look.”

“Sure,” they both agreed. Seb moved closer and practically had his face pressed against the phone. 

“Back up,” Jamie pleaded, “I wanna see too.”

I pulled my shorts and undies down to my thighs, freeing Little Max. I gave them a good view from a few angles before putting him away.

“That was hot,” Jamie commented.

“Seriously,” Seb added. “I’m gonna have to borrow the bathroom I think.”

We all laughed.

“Can I see your butt again?” Jamie asked sheepishly. “It’s been a while since we jerked over the phone that one time.”

I obliged. I’m not entirely sure why, but this all feels naughty. 

“Dude, I hope we get to see more of that on Halloween.” Jamie is practically drooling. 

“That WOULD be fire… but don’t get your hopes up. It won’t be easy with Cam’s mom around,” I said. “Anyway, I gotta run. Maybe we can figure out a time to jack together? I’d totally watch you go at it.” 

***

I was first to the gym, and was stretching when Cam stomped in. He immediately tossed down his bag and pulled me into a hug.

“Everything okay? You look grumpy.”

“You know how we thought Daddy would help keep Mom in line on Halloween? He won’t.”

Whoa, I can almost feel his fingers clawing into my back. “What do you mean?”

“I tried talking to him on the drive here. He told me to not always assume the worst about her and that she’s trying to be a better mother and Christian and I have to give her a chance. As if she didn’t fucking walk out on me when I came out.”

I can practically feel anger radiating from his body.

I squeezed him harder. “That sucks, and I’m sorry, but even if she’s a little extra we’ll still have a good time. I just want to hang, and trick-or-treating is fun even if there’s some dumb stuff after.”

“She keeps suggesting lame things and then gets all butthurt when I don’t like her ideas. Daddy said I can’t veto everything, and that she shows her love by trying to be involved and ‘help’,” he vented, air-quoting that last part. He finally let me go. “He wasn’t happy when I suggested she could help by going away for the weekend and let us plan our own damn party.”

Damn. Harsh. “She is trying to be less, like, awful, right? And she apologized to my mom, remember?”

Cam glared at me. “Sure, it seems that way on the surface, but it’s all an act. She sounds exactly the same as before when she’s around church people,” he fumed. “Plus, she never apologized for how she acted after the dance, not really. But I’m just supposed to forgive and let her ruin things I care about, things I’m excited for? Screw that.”

I don’t get it. Shit with his mom was better, even he said so. He has his phone back and our party is next week. He should be chill, but he’s super wound up. Something else HAS to be going on.

Before I could reply, Bob stormed in. “Cameron, front and center.” 

He snapped his fingers and a look of dread spread across Cam’s face. “Ugh,” he muttered before lumbering towards the bleachers.

I tried focusing on stretching. I can’t hear what’s being said, but Bob is definitely doing most of the talking and even pointed his finger near Cam’s face once, which I don't think I’ve ever seen before. I was starting to worry when Cam finally nodded and hung his head, passing his phone to his father. A few seconds later, they hugged. The affection appears genuine.

He traipsed back over. “Everything okay?”

“I guess. Daddy let me have it for raising my voice at him and slamming the car door. He threatened to take me home — and cancel the party completely.”

“Damn. You aren’t usually like that,” I said cautiously. “I was about to ask what made you so pissy. I mean, you just got your phone back and everything. Something happen at school?”

“No, school is good,” Cam answered. “I dunno. Being grounded is getting to me, and he confiscated my phone again. Said I might be able to earn it back soon, but he’s using it as leverage.” He sighed. “I know I was stupid, but do I have to pay for it the rest of my life?” 

“It’ll be over soon, and we’ve made it work. If you can get your phone again, that’s like being half-ungrounded.”

“Maybe. He threw it in my face that it was actually Mom’s idea to return it, so I could plan the party and send invites,” he explained. It’s interesting that she initiated that. “I bet she’s worried about the other school moms gossiping about us throwing a lame event. Everything’s a fucking contest at Widmer, and with her.”

“Dude, chill. Even if that is her deal, she still advocated for you. Don’t ruin it.”

He started working on his hamstrings. “I apologized for losing my cool, and he said he understands why I get frustrated with her. He asked me to keep an open mind and try to include her more.”

“I get why you’re pissed at her, but she’s still your mom. Moms are into lame ass activities, like dads and their dumb jokes. But you know, it could always be worse,” I said. Hopefully alluding to my own parental POS will provide some perspective. 

He looks guilty. For all her faults, his mother is far from being like my father. 

“Yeah, I know — but I’m also not sure I buy it. Her spewing more homophobic shit and running off again seems way more likely than her actually changing.”

I’m not sure what to say. I didn’t realize how much this continues to eat at him. I knew things were awkward and even a little tense between them, but it’s like this party has dredged up a bunch of crap and ripped open the scab covering his angst.

“Anyway, Daddy asked me to try. He said if I couldn’t make the effort for myself and the sake of our family, to do it for him.”

I leaned my head against his, but didn’t reply. We just sat like that for a moment, until Spencer bounded in. He’s almost glowing.

***

“Awww, aren’t you two sweet,” Spence remarked as he made his way to us. 

“Fuck off Spence,” Cam replied. His tone is hard to read. I can’t tell if he’s joking or not.

“Damn! Sorry, I didn’t mean anything,” he said contritely. “I’m jealous. I wish I had a boyfriend to get close to like that.”

“You’re good,” I reassured him, elbowing Cam. “Cam was just lectured by his dad.” I nodded towards Bob, who’s in the bleachers, leafing through papers.

“It’s fine,” Cam added. “I hear you had a hell of a time with my boyfriend at the sleepover. When do I get a turn?”

Spence smirked. “Anytime you want!”

“I wasn’t sure what was up with you,” I interjected. “You never answered my text asking how things went. I looked around for you at school too.”

“Oh, my bad,” he replied nonchalantly. “It was way too much to type out. I planned to tell you in person.”

“A quick reply saying you’d tell me at practice would have been nice. I was starting to worry. Now sit down and get to work.”

***

Spencer took up his spot opposite us and started stretching. 

“So, did your dad make it?” I probed.

He nodded. I hope he isn’t anxious, talking about this in front of Cam.

“Maybe I shouldn’t have, but I told Cam about your parents,” I admitted. Spence froze. “Please don’t be mad. We both have your back.”

“Don’t sweat it. Everyone has weird family stuff,” Cam reassured him. 

Spence exhaled. “Good, because I didn’t want to have to explain everything again. We’d never get to the good stuff before Coach is on our asses to start drills.”

Cam and I both listened intently.

According to Spence, Mike showed up even earlier than expected, only a few minutes after I left. 

“He was so glad to see me he was even crying a little,” Spence said. “He came into my room and I filled him in more about the meet, working out extra with you guys, and school.”

“Nice. Like I said, he wasn’t avoiding you.”

Spence then told us about the awkward conversation with his mom. 

“It started with Dad explaining that a few months after they got married, they had a huge fight and he stayed with a friend for a few weeks. Then Mom started crying.”

“Why?” Cam asked.

“Well, she basically admitted she messed up, bad. She said it’s the thing she’s most ashamed of in her whole life. While they were apart, she had a fling with some guy she worked with.”

“Oh shit.”

“Yeah,” Spencer answered. Surprisingly, he seems unfazed.

“So who is this guy? Do you even know his name?”

“John something. Or maybe it was Jack, I don’t remember.” That seems like something he would want to know, but I didn’t press. 

“Dada basically explained that they got back together and everything was great and then mom realized she was preggers with me. He said he always wanted to be a dad and didn’t want to give up on their marriage, so he swore he’d raise me as his own,” Spence relayed. He’s so stoic about it all. “He told me it doesn’t matter to him that we don’t share the same genes, that he’s my dad and no one can ever change that.”

“That sounds intense, but not all bad,” Cam commented.

“They were both crying. Mama said she was so sorry I found out by overhearing them arguing, and couldn’t believe I held onto it for so long without saying anything,” Spence shared, cracking his neck. I wish I could do that. “He promised again he would always be my dad.”

“Mike’s awesome, bro. Trust me, it takes more than sperm to be a father. My bio dad is a piece of shit, but Craig is great. And my friend Jamie’s step-dad was a huge upgrade.” 

Spence nodded in agreement. “Dad and I spent all day together. We went shopping, saw a movie, and had dinner as a family. We ended the night playing games like we used to.”

“Nice,” Cam and I said in unison. 

“And guess what? They both tucked me in and stayed up and talked. Really late, like past midnight.” It’s adorable he thinks of midnight as ‘really late,’ but I know his bedtime is still like nine on school nights, so I guess it’s all relative. “He was still there this morning. He made waffles.”

“What does that mean? Are they getting back together?” 

“I don’t know, but at least they’re talking.” He sounds so optimistic. I hope he’s not being naive and reading too much into things. Mike might have crashed on the couch because it was so late. “He had to go back to Iowa for work, but promised to come home again this weekend.”

“That’s awesome, Spence. See, aren’t you glad I made you call him?”

“Gentlemen, if you’re going to come early, you need to work out more than your mouths,” Coach Dale yelled from across the mat.

The three of us looked at each other and lost it. If he only knew.

***

I hadn’t looked at my phone during practice. Thank God I checked before I was in the car with Mom, because both Seb and Jamie sent me short Snaps of them getting sucked off. They must have felt daring (or horny) enough to swap head despite Jamie’s mom being home.

I’ve never seen Seb’s dick, but it was nice. It’s small, and definitely skinny, but also bigger than I expected. Jamie’s looked a little longer than I remember from our cam jerk in September, but that boy definitely needs to trim. 

I have to admit… I would love playing with both of them. I bet Jamie would be a good fuck, too — he looks just thick enough to feel really good, plus it has that curve. And I have to admit, I’m curious if his extra weight would make it crash into me harder? I kinda want to rub his belly and suck his nips and find out. 

I sent them both that emoji with the tongue sticking out (I call it the horny emoji, but I don’t know if that’s what it’s really meant to be. It always looked like someone drooling to me).

Is it bad I lust after all my friends? Does that make me a freak, or am I a normal, horny teenager?

It doesn’t seem that abnormal, though. Everyone enjoys pleasure, I trust them, and I like playing with dicks. Butts are fun too. It’s funny though, knowing they’re interested makes it more tempting because it’s so plausible. Like Paxton and Reese don’t really appeal to me even though they’re nice and cute enough, but as soon as I know a friend is gay or wants to get off (like Noah), I become fixated on playing with them. I hope that doesn’t make me a shitty friend.

Of course, if I’m being honest, I also wanna play with Craig (and perhaps even Mr. Tim). Maybe it isn’t about friends so much as being constantly horny and around people I like and care about? Or… am I slutty?

***

As much as I want to ask more details from Seb and Jamie, I know better than to get into it at school around others. I decided to drop it, unless there was a perfect opening to broach it without coming off like a perv. But if we play truth or dare at the party, I’m asking questions… and lots of them.

Part IV — 

Thursday 

Thursday started off like any other, and it’s my Craig Day for practice, so that’s always awesome. Thankfully, people seem to be finally past gushing about gymnastics. There’s a substitute in Science, which can either be fun and mean we won’t have much to do, or annoying if some people decide to be shitheads.

Unfortunately, the sub (Mr. Fremont) is a prick. We weren’t five minutes into class when he started yelling to not talk, even though most of us were diligently working on our assignment. Honestly, first period is pretty zen. Everyone is tired and most of the students are well-behaved, so I dunno what his deal is.

A couple of minutes later, Nolan, a short, chubby boy walked into the room. I don’t know him well — he’s new this year and we don’t sit by each other so we’ve never really talked — but he’s always been quiet and polite.

Visibly annoyed, Mr. Fremont looked up from his book. “Why are you late? I already submitted attendance.”

Nolan looks confused. “My bus was late and I was finishing breakfast,” he said, handing over a pass.

“Walking to school would do you good — and you could stand to miss a meal or two.”

Jesus Christ, that was rude. A couple of kids laughed nervously, but mostly people murmured uncomfortably.

Poor Nolan turned bright red and froze, looking like he was about to cry.

“Well, don’t just stand there. Sit down and get to work,” Mr. Fremont instructed, pointing to the desk-chair torture contraption they stuff us into. “Assuming you fit?”

What the actual fuck? Nolan turned around and ran out of the room.

Fuck this bullshit, I’m saying something. 

“Why were you so mean to him?” I blurted out. “He didn’t do anything wrong.”

Mr. Fremont looks genuinely surprised that someone spoke up.

“Excuse me? What’s your name?”

Oh boy. I took a deep breath. “Max.”

“Well, Max, you need to learn when to mind your own business, keep your mouth closed, and not disturb class,” Mr. Fremont spat, writing something down.

I shook my head. “You humiliated him in front of everyone. It wasn’t me who was disruptive.”

Other students nodded along and started verbalizing their agreement.

“QUIET!” Mr. Fremont yelled, startling everyone into silence. “You have a real attitude. Go to the office.”

I didn’t mean to, but I snorted. “Seriously? What did I do?”

My anger is building.

“Get out or I’ll have you removed.”

I started putting papers into my binder.

“NOW!” He stood right over me, pointing to the door.

I slammed the desk with my hands. “I’m going!”

“What's your last name?”

I gritted my teeth. I’m trying to keep my cool. “Coleman.”

“Speak up, I can’t hear you. You disrupt class and disrespect me and now you’re quiet?”

Fucking unreal. “COLEMAN! C-O-L-E-M-A-N.”

His lip curled. “Okay Max Coleman, you’re getting written up. I’m calling the office to let them know a referral is coming.”

“Whatever. I’m checking on Nolan first,” I said, rampaging out the door. 

Fuck that guy.

***

I ducked into the restroom to see if Nolan is hiding out, but it’s empty. I hope he’s okay.

I sighed. I should probably head to the office.

Dread is creeping up on me. But why should it? I didn’t do anything, not really. They tell us not to be bystanders, all I did was speak up for someone being bullied. 

Of course, I did snort and slam the desk and yelled my last name. And talked back. I’m sure it came off like I was a brat. But dammit, he deserved it.

Then, reality began setting in. Mom is going to be pissed. Craig might be understanding… maybe. He’s pretty adamant about being respectful and not getting in trouble at school. But Mom? She’s definitely going to kill me.

So much for the Halloween party. FML.

“Hey Max, how are you?” Mrs. Riggs, one of the secretaries, asked warmly.

“Mr. Fremont sent me out for standing-up for Nolan,” I grumbled. 

I caught Liam’s gaze. His eyes widened. 

Mrs. Riggs looks very confused. “What? You’re always so sweet,” she said. “You said ‘Nolan’? Nolan Sanchez? He came in a few minutes ago, upset, but wouldn’t say anything. He’s back with the counselors.”

Well, I’m glad he isn’t freaking out alone. 

“Mr. Fremont was a real jerk to him, making fun of his weight. He got mad when I said it was wrong.”

She looks concerned. “I’ll radio Mr. Tim.”

Before she could, Tim poked his head out. “Max? My office. NOW!”

I gulped. Shit.

The walk down the hall is 15 steps, maybe 20, but right now it feels ten times longer.

***

I stood at the threshold. Damn, his gaze is cold. 

“Sit,” he directed, pointing to a chair by his desk. That same desk I just dreamed he was sodomizing me on a few nights ago. “I just received an alarming email,” he explained, turning his monitor so I could read it. 

That bastard sure was quick, but his version of events is total bullshit. It’s full of embellishment and flat out lies. He said I spat in his face, which I didn’t.

“This doesn’t sound like you, but if accurate, I am not happy.” He pushed me a piece of paper and a pen. “I need to hear your side, so write your statement. Be completely honest.”

“He’s lying!” I declared. “I didn’t spit.” 

I have to be careful how to word things, and who to write down as witnesses. There are a couple of losers in Science who would love to see me get in trouble.

He quickly read through and started asking questions, jotting down notes. His tone is less… scary? Still stern, but not like it was.

“I guess I understand why you felt justified in saying something, if that’s what really transpired,” he began. So… does he not believe me about Nolan? “But you admit to slamming the desk?”

“Yes,” I said meekly, hanging my head. “He was standing right over me even though I was already gathering my stuff to leave.”

“And that’s when you yelled your last name, allegedly spitting in his face?”

“That didn’t happen! It’s a total lie,” I protested, my voice rising. Tim looks annoyed, so I need to tread carefully and watch my tone. “I told him my last name as soon as he asked, then he told me to speak up, so I did,” I explained.

“And you didn’t think that was disrespectful?”

I shifted in my seat uncomfortably. “I guess. At the time, I didn’t care. I was angry and he kept pushing my buttons. I already answered him and was getting up to leave.”

Tim shook his head but softened himself further. “This doesn’t look good, Max. I expect our student leaders to keep their cool. I’m going to have to take it to Doctor B, and I’ll definitely be calling your mom.”

“I understand,” I managed, my voice cracking. I’m having a hard time making eye contact, especially now that he’s crept into my fantasies.

“Max, look at me.”

Ugh. I can feel tears welled in my eyes.

“I get told ‘I didn’t do anything’ multiple times a day, and it’s almost always untrue. If I find out you’re lying, or omitting things, I will be very disappointed,” he said flatly, pausing to scribble something. “I’ve stuck my neck out for you on multiple occasions, and if you make me look like a fool, I’m going to be… displeased. And the consequences will definitely be worse if you’re being dishonest, so this is your opportunity to make corrections.”

A tear rolled down my cheek. Shit. Keep it together.

“I swear, it’s exactly like I said! I’m not saying I didn’t get pissed when he got in my face, but I was trying to do the right thing. You’ve told me to be a leader and role model so I was trying to stand up for someone.” I can’t believe he’s taking his side. “You can ask anyone what happened, they’ll tell you.”

God, I hope I didn’t just set myself up. What if I was more out of line than I realize?

He sat back in his chair and pursed his lips. “Okay. I’ll look into this further, but don’t talk about it with anyone else,” he said. “You can go to second period when the bell rings, but sit at one of the study carrels until then.”

“Yes sir,” I mumbled. This sucks.

I grabbed one of the fidget spinners on his desk and messed with it. “Mr. Tim,” I began hesitantly.

“Yes?”

“Maybe you could wait to call my mom until, you know, you’ve looked into it.”

He sat back, looking baffled.

“I have to call no matter what, but Max, this isn’t an emergency — not like after the dance or the situation with Dom,” he explained. “I’m surprised you thought I would call home before I get the complete story. I’m more thorough than that.” 

“Thanks,” I squeaked, blushing. His remark stings a little. “Sorry.”

“I guess you are kind of new to getting sent out of class,” he said, laughing slightly. “I have to investigate first, otherwise I can’t answer questions from either your mom or the principal.”

Ack, and Mom will have questions. Even if I’m not in trouble, she’ll still stress. I wonder…

“You could call Craig,” I blurted. “I’m going to his house after school, so he’s kind of my parent today, for real.” 

Tim smiled weakly. “Nice try Max, but that’s not how it works. Craig is, yep, right there,” he said, pointing at his screen. “See, emergency contact. This isn’t an emergency, remember?”

Well shit, he has me there.

He took the fidget spinner from me. “Kids with nothing to hide don’t usually try to talk me out of calling home. Is everything okay?”

My stomach fell. Does he think I’m lying or trying to manipulate him? Or that I’m unsafe with mom or something?

“It’s just — she stresses and makes a big deal out of stuff even when it’s nothing. I’ll still tell her about it, but she freaks when the school calls.”

He does not look convinced. 

“Sounds like a normal mom. She cares about you,” he said. “I’ll try to let you know what we’ve determined by the end of the day. Do not get sucked into drama. Got it?” 

***

Now my anxiety is even worse. I sunk into a vacant chair. There’s a girl about five feet from me with her head down. I heard Tim make a phone call, requesting Liam.

I tried to read, but I’m too distracted. Disappointing Mr. Tim is the worst. I feel like I’ve been punched in the gut.

And then there’s Mom and Craig, who are gonna be incensed if he tells them I was rude and disruptive and even tried to talk him out of telling them. Fuck, I might have made things worse.

Huh. Cam was in trouble earlier this week for yelling at his dad and slamming the car door, now I’m in trouble for the same sort of thing. Weird. At least we can commiserate at practice.

I closed my eyes and tried to focus on my breathing. It’s something Jan taught me to do when I’m upset. Be calm. 

I felt a hand on my shoulder. It’s Liam.

“Hey. Mr. Tim suggested I check on you, on my way back to the aide station,” he whispered. “You okay?”

I shook my head slightly but didn’t say anything.

“Tim is fair, and he likes you. If you didn’t do anything wrong, don’t stress.”

He may be right, but still, that’s easy for him to say. And technically, I did do several things even if they were justified.

I know he’s trying to make me feel better, but it isn’t helping.

***

Once the bell rang, I went straight to Social Studies. I didn’t get much done. I’m going to get grounded again for sure, which means no Halloween party. Everyone’s going to be furious at me for messing with their plans.

By the time I made it to Geometry, word had definitely spread. People whispered as I walked by. Maybe that’s the drama Tim mentioned?

“C-O-L-E—“ Jamie greeted. Smartass.

I raised my middle finger. “I’m in no mood, James.”

“Hey, don’t be pissy with me. It’s not every day one of your best friends almost starts a riot.”

I began to protest. “That is so not what happened.”

Seb is grinning. “Yeah Jamie, don’t exaggerate. Word in the seventh-grade hall is that it was more like Max led an uprising.”

For fuck’s sake, I hate rumors. They’re always so exaggerated! By the end of the day, the story will have morphed into me punching the sub.

I’m annoyed. They actually seem amused by my suffering.

“Boys, enough. Settle down and take out your notes.”

***

I buried my face in the textbook, trying to tune out everyone around me. Not that it did much good.

I rushed out when the bell rang. I’m not hungry. Maybe I can hide in the library?

“Max, wait up,” I heard as my arm was tugged on. It’s Jamie, with Seb hanging back. “We weren’t trying to be mean; I promise.”

I sighed. “I can’t get in trouble again. Mr. Tim is annoyed and my mom will be pissed and I’ll get grounded again so there will be no Halloween party and…”

Jamie put his hand on my shoulder. “Max, relax. You did the right thing.”

“We never thought you might actually be in trouble,” Seb agreed, standing out from behind Jamie.

“Sorry, I’m just stressed. Sometimes my anxiety gets going.”

“I wonder what that’s like,” Seb said, laughing. “Come on, I’m starving.”

***

As our table filled in, I tried nibbling on the carrots I packed. Well, I alternated with potato chips, but crunch is crunch.

“You good, bro? You were a badass,” Noah said, sitting down with Ashley.

“Yeah Max, good for you. Someone needed to knock him down a peg,” Ashley said, rubbing my hand. “Have you seen the clip Maverick posted?” 

What?

“I don’t look at my phone during the day. I just earned it back; I’m not trying to lose it again.”

Mariah actually rolled her eyes, then slid me her phone under the table.

“I figured you knew,” Jamie said. “Someone recorded it all, even Mr. Fremont telling Nolan he was fat and should skip eating.”

I glanced down. The audio is hard to hear in the cafeteria, but the angle is good. It’s weird, watching it from another perspective.

“My favorite part is when you slam your hands on the desk. So dramatic, C-O-L—“

I elbowed him. “Shut up.”

“Hey, look! He finally grinned a little. Good job,” Seb joined in. 

I have to admit, the video doesn’t make me look bad at all, especially since it included Mr. Fremont making fun of Nolan’s weight.

“Way to go Max,” Mariah said, taking her phone back. “You might be the first student to get a teacher fired.”

Jamie nodded vigorously. “I wish, that guy’s a jerk. But I don’t think a sub is a real teacher.”

Liam edged his way in, dropping his tray. “Who’s a jerk?” he asked.

“We’re rehashing Max’s attempted coup this morning,” Seb replied.

“What the eff is a ‘coo’?” Jamie asked.

“I was wondering that too,” Noah agreed. Several people nodded their heads.

Liam smirked. “We’re surrounded by illiterates, Seb.” 

“It’s like a takeover, you know, like a military coup… but that’s not what happened,” I said. I guess not everyone pays attention in Social Studies? “Can we talk about something else? Please?”

“Fine,” Liam replied. “I have some intel, but since you don’t want to discuss it, how’s everyone else doing?”

I sighed. “Okay, okay. Out with it.”

“Well, I just talked to Nicole, who aides the hour after me. She said a bunch of people from your science class went to the office to report what really happened.”

Wow. “Seriously? Who?”

“Dunno,” he answered, taking a bite of his sandwich. “She didn’t say, but it sounds like the class had your back.”

I can’t imagine who it could be. I don’t really have any close friends in my first period who would stick their neck out like that.

***

We finally moved onto other topics — namely, the Halloween party, which I had to warn everyone might be off because of this bullshit. 

“I was just ungrounded. Mom is gonna lose it even if I only get detention.”

They all disagreed, Ashley most vociferously.

“Even if you get in trouble, everyone knows you did the right thing,” she tried to reassure me. “Let me know if I need to come explain that to your mom, okay? We bonded at Noah’s party and then again at the meet. She likes me.”

“Everyone likes you babe,” Noah fawned. Jamie threw a green bean at him as the rest of us groaned.

They still don’t think I did anything wrong, but I dunno, it seems like teachers always get the benefit of the doubt.

Lunch was winding down when I heard my name being called. 

It’s Mr. Tim. “A word, please.”

I swear, the cafeteria fell silent, save for a few ‘oh shits’ and ‘ooooooooohs’ from the next table over.

I followed him into the foyer, just outside the MPR. 

He’s hard to read. He’s not smiling, but also doesn’t seem angry. I have no idea what to expect.

“Mr. Coleman,” he began, staring at me.

Damn, why so formal? That can’t be a good sign. “Y-yes?” 

“I’ve concluded my investigation of this morning’s incident, including gathering several witness statements and reviewing a recording.”

I nodded. Good, that made its way to him. 

“I’m still not happy that you lost your composure, but I’ve conferred with Dr. B and we both agree you were mostly in the right and your reaction was provoked. The substitute was obviously out-of-line, and standing up for Nolan was both courageous and honorable,” Tim stated, pausing to look over my shoulder at something. “In fact, he feels better knowing someone spoke up on his behalf.”

I’m not sure what to say, so I just nodded slowly.

“I have called your mother, so she’s aware — but informed her that, considering the mitigating circumstances, we would not be levying any consequences.”

My ears perked. “Really?”

“Yes, really. She didn’t seem upset, but mentioned something about documenting this in your journal.”

I’m so relieved. I’d been a wreck all morning. I honestly don’t know what overcame me, but I felt the overwhelming urge to give Mr. Tim a hug — so I did.

I could tell I caught him off guard, as he stepped back a little and kind of chuckled. 

“I’m glad your concerns have been allayed. It’s not often I get to share good news.” He gently pushed me away, halting my impromptu affection, right as the bell rang.

As I glanced around, I realized the entire eighth grade has been watching, hug and all. Shit.

Yep, I hear whispers and laughing already. I can only imagine the rumors and snide comments. I get great news and cap it off by mortifying myself. 

What a fucking rollercoaster of a day.

***

People definitely sniggered and eyed me as I walked by, but no one said anything directly. They all looked away if I made eye contact. I’m flustered.

My friends are waiting for me. Maybe they didn’t see?

“I guess you’re not in trouble,” Ashley commented. “I told you there was nothing to worry about.”

“Yeah, it’s fine. That video saved me.”

“Sure it wasn’t the hug? The entire school knows you’re Mr. Tim’s favorite,” Jamie said. Noah smacked him.

So much for that. And seriously, people think he favors me? WTF?

Jamie rubbed his stomach. “Er, sorry. You know I don’t mean anything, just trying to be funny.”

***

Everything was fine until Language Arts, when Grayson S. sarcastically asked me for a hug, in front of everyone. He’s always kind of annoying, but never been a jerk before.

Before I could say anything, Mrs. Hickman lit into him. She reminded the whole class that unless she was being asked a question, there was to be no talking, and asked Grayson if he needed to practice how to be quiet during lunch detention. I thought Liam was going to lose it.

***

During my aide period, at the end of the day, Mr. Tim requested my presence. Normally that wouldn’t faze me, but I’m still on edge.

“You wanted to see me?” I asked tentatively.

He’s typing away. “Hey Max, have a seat.”

“Did I do something wrong?” His tone is back to normal, but with my luck?

“Not at all. I thought it would be a good idea to debrief,” he suggested, smiling. “Plus, I wanted to apologize.”

Huh. “What for?”

“Because I was a little rough on you earlier,” he admitted, sighing. “The truth is, I had a stressful morning. And as you can imagine, I get lied to constantly. Sometimes, I can’t help but assume the worst.” His radio went off, so he paused. “But, that wasn’t fair to project onto you, and I know you’re respectful and honest. I should have given you the benefit of the doubt. I’m sorry.”

Damn, there aren’t many adults who apologize to teenagers. I resisted the urge to hug him again.

“It’s okay. I worried I disappointed you and was scared I was in trouble, but you weren’t mean or anything.”

He laughed. “If only that were more common.”

“I should probably apologize, too. For the hug I mean.”

He shook his head. “It’s fine. I was a little surprised, but understood. I know hugging is an important part of socialization at your age, even if it isn’t usually so public with adults. Hopefully your peers haven’t been too judgmental,” he assured me, offering his fist. “You’re a good kid, Max. Don’t ever feel bad for that.”

Part V — 

I was delivering a summons when I spied Noah in the hall, coming out of the restroom. He waved when he noticed me. 

“You never said anything, but aren’t you coming home with me? Craig takes you to practice on Thursday, right?”

“He does, but no. I wish.”

He looked at me funny. “Why not? The driver knows you by now so he won’t say anything, it’ll save Craig time, and you obviously want to.”

He makes solid points. Why not?

“Good idea. Save me a seat.”

***

I don’t really have any friends on my bus, so it’s cool when I get to ride with Noah and Seb. We don’t really do anything besides talk or play on our phones, but it’s nice to hang, especially after such a long day.

I always thought it was odd Ashley’s never around, since she lives in the same neighborhood. Noah explained that because their subdivision has so many kids, there are two buses. Apparently the school cracked down on cross-riding because it “caused drama.”

On the walk from the stop to Noah’s, he broke the ice.

“I know you don’t want to talk about it, but are you good? Today had to suck.”

“Yeah, I’m okay. Glad the week is almost over. I went from mad to sad, worried to relieved, then humiliated, and it’s barely 3 in the afternoon,” I replied, sighing. “I want to see Cam and Spence, and Craig, but part of me wishes I could skip practice and go straight to bed.”

“Do you want to take a nap? You can crash at my place, or I’m sure Craig wouldn't mind if you went up to your room.” 

“Nah, I'll be okay.”

We walked in silence, which is not typical for us. We’re super comfortable being quiet around each other, it just doesn’t happen much. I wouldn’t say it’s awkward, but I’m drained. Honestly, some alone time would do me good.

I really enjoy this time of year. The leaves are so colorful in the afternoon sun and I like listening to the crunch under my feet. After the humidity of the summer, the chill in the air is welcome.

“So, my parents won’t be home for a couple of hours,” Noah began. “And you seem tense. Getting off might help you relax.” He laughed nervously. 

It amuses me he’s making it sound like he’s doing me a favor, when I know he’s horny af. But to be honest, getting fucked sounds nice. And even giving a BJ is kind of zen.

What the hell, I’m going to mess with him.

“You might be right, but I'm really tired.”

“Okay, it’s your call. Just thought a cum might make you feel better.”

“It would be kinda nice to lay back and get jerked off and my nipples sucked and maybe fingered a little. That sounds really relaxing,” I suggested. It took a lot of effort to maintain a straight face. “Plus, it’ll make you better at it, for whenever Ashley lets you.”

“Well, I, uh…” he stammered, blushing. “Sure, if it would help, I could try doing that. Maybe you could help me out afterwards, if you’re feeling better? But it’s cool if you don’t.”

Damn, he thought I was serious? I expected him to elbow me and tell me to eff off. 

This is why I love Noah. He has zero interest in jacking me off, and he desperately wants to get his own dick wet, but he’s willing to commit without any guarantee of reciprocation. He’s such a good friend. 

Of course, I fully intend to get him off too, but I’m genuinely curious if he’s serious about doing what I want to. I wonder how far I can push this…

“Probably. Can we kiss?

He looked at me sideways. “Would that make you feel better?”

I bit my lip and looked down. “Yeah, I liked when we did that.”

“Okay, if you want. It is good practice,” Noah agreed. “Can I tell you a secret? Seriously, you can’t tell anyone else, not even Cam or Craig.”

Wow, I’m not sure he’s ever put that restriction on me before. I’m intrigued. 

“Sure. It’ll go in the vault.”

“I didn’t, um, really mind when we did that. It was a little weird with Cam watching, but it felt, I dunno, normal with you. Which is crazy since I’m straight, but you’re you, so…”

I patted his arm. ‘Didn’t mind?’  I think he just admitted he likes kissing me, at least in private. “Everything we do together feels like that to me.”

As Noah opened the garage, he grunted when Jackson’s Accord came into view.

“Shit, what’s he doing here? He’s supposed to be at practice.”

“We could go next door. Craig won’t be home for another hour.”

“Sweet,” he replied, adjusting himself. Noah isn’t boned, but he’s sure getting there. Come to think of it, so am I. “I feel weird doing stuff with Jackson in the next room, after he heard us last time.”

Noah closed the garage door and we headed next door. I took off my backpack to fish out my keys. 

“Let’s go in the front door, it’s closer,” I suggested, dangling the lanyard in front of his rapidly-developing erection. “They gave me this a couple of weeks ago, in case the garage opener didn’t work.”

***

I tossed down my bag as we walked through the door.

“I’ll grab us a couple of waters if you want t— oh shit,” Noah said, his jaw dropping.

I turned my head. 

Craig is sitting in his office at the computer, in all his hairy glory. He’s rubbing one out.

We must have caught his eye, because he suddenly looked panicked and almost fell trying to get out of his chair to cover up. I still got a good look at his hard cock. I haven’t seen it in months, and even a glance gives me a good feeling. 

I don’t know if it’s the day I’ve had or what, but I couldn’t help but laugh. It’s a running joke at school amongst the guys about parents walking in on us, but nobody ever talks about seeing their dad.

“Need a hand?” I asked, still laughing. Noah has taken a few steps towards the living room, eliminating his line of sight. He’s pacing and wringing his hands, as if that would somehow make him forget what he just saw. For his sake, I’m so glad Noah wasn’t at the cabin when Cam and I walked in on Craig and Bob.

By now, Craig managed to pull up his underwear and was lowering his shirt.

“Sorry Craig, we didn’t know you were home. We’ll come back another time,” Noah said hurriedly. He grabbed my arm and pulled. “Come on Max, let’s shoot some hoops.”

***

Instead, we retreated to his room, saying nothing until he shut the door.

“Oh man,” he said.

“Hey, even older guys masturbate,” I joked. “It’s not like you never sat in front of your computer and whacked off.”

He let out a nervous laugh. “Yeah, okay. A few times.”

“‘A few’? A few hundred maybe,” I retorted.

“Well, dozens anyway,” he relented. “But I did not need to see that. There was so much hair,” he said, rubbing his forehead. “And poor Craig was freaked out.” 

He doesn’t seem amused at all by this ridiculous situation.

“Anyone would be, but yeah he was embarrassed,” I agreed. “We should probably give him a few minutes.”

Noah looked at me incredulously. “‘A few minutes’? I’m not going back over there.”

“Oh, come on. It’s not that big a deal,” I replied. “We’re all guys, we’ll laugh it off.”

“I’m not going to be able to look him in the eye for the next month.”

Our phones both dinged.

“Sorry,” the text began. “Max, let me know when you’re ready to leave or if you’d rather I ask Kim to take you.”

“Craig doesn’t seem mad at least,” Noah said. 

I fired off a response. “No big deal. Sorry we didn’t tell you we were coming,” I wrote, satisfied by my double entendre. “See you in a few.”

Noah sent a thumbs up and tossed his phone onto the bed.

Back to business. I kicked my shoes off and reached for my shirt.

Noah cocked his head. “What are you doing?”

“I thought we were jerking off?”

“You’ve got to be kidding. No way bro, not NOW.”

I sat on his bed. This might be the first time he’s ever rebuked me.

“Well my boner didn’t go down. But we don’t have to.”

“Yeah, sorry,” Noah replied. “I guess you’ve seen that before. Craig, I mean.”

“Oh. True. Maybe that’s why it doesn’t seem weird to me. Plus we both get off, and I know you watch porn. It’s normal.”

“I know. I’m not upset, just weirded out a little,” he responded. “I feel bad. For me and him.”

He’s holding back. But not for long. 

“And it’s taking me a minute, knowing you did that with him. It’s the same stuff we do,” he blurted. “Mostly.”

“Yeah.” I hadn’t ever thought of it like that. I can see how that’s a mind fuck.

“So, you actually like the hair and stuff?”

“Sometimes. It doesn’t bother me. I’m attracted to all kinds of guys,” I said, shrugging. “The last time I saw that, he was much more… uh, trimmed. But most men have body hair.”

He laughed. “Yep, you’re definitely gay. And I’m definitely not.”

“Lucky for you. And we both know I’d get all the girls.”

He pulled me into a headlock. “Then they’d see who’s bigger.”

“I’m dying down here,” I said, gagging dramatically as he let me go. “Chemical warfare is no fair.”

Actually, it isn’t bad. Noah usually smells pretty good, but after school he could definitely freshen up. It’s faint, though. Just enough to activate something in me.

Not that I can tell him that.

“Very funny. You know you love it.”

“It doesn’t bother me. Just like hair.” I winked. 

He rolled his eyes. “Let’s get this over with.”

***

We knocked this time. When Craig told us to come in, he was sitting in his recliner. Fully clothed.

“Hey guys, sorry again. I know that was awkward.”

“We should have told you. That’s on me,” I said.

“Yeah, we shouldn’t have invited ourselves over without letting you know. Our bad. Sorry Craig.”

He smiled. “It’s okay. But yeah, a text would be appreciated.”

***

I headed into the kitchen to get a drink while Craig asked Noah for help with something. 

I grabbed a Gatorade for practice and refilled my Hydroflask.

“Max, let’s go. Say bye to Noah.”

We exchanged a fist bump and I followed Craig to his car.

“Anything you want to talk about? Or all good?”

“I’m fine. You were kind of a cock block though.”

“My heart bleeds,” he teased, shaking his head. “How was school?”

I told him everything I could remember.

“Sounds like a long day,” he said. “I love that you stood up for someone and were able to control your temper before it controlled you.”

“It was close there for a second.”

“I’m sure. Remember to log it for Jan,” he urged. “To be clear, I can’t say I approve of raising your voice to an adult. Especially at school.”

I rubbed the back of my neck. “Yeah, I know.”

“I’m glad you didn’t lose total control. That would be bad at school.”

Yes, yes it would be. “Me too.”

“Sounds like Mr. Tim also recognizes you kept it together. It’s cool he respects you enough to apologize.”

***

As we arrived at the gym, Craig beelined for Bob’s car.

“Bob suggested we grab a beer. We’ll be over there if you need anything,” he said, pointing to the Mexican restaurant across the street. “Think about where you want to get dinner. I’ll be back by the time warm ups are over.”

Hmm. “Maybe cheesesteaks?”

“Hitting the hard stuff. You did have a rough day,” Craig replied, laughing. “But that is a great idea.”

As I walked into the gym, Cam was at the water fountain. He must have just arrived, because he hasn’t changed yet.

It’s been a while since Cam and I have been alone in the locker room. It proved to be too much for him.

“Fuck you’re sexy. I’m so horny,” he said, pinching his nipples.

He looks so hot. But we can’t do this here.

“I’m going to use the bathroom.”

He walked from his locker to the toilet stalls and motioned me to follow.

“I’m going to get some relief. You’re welcome to join, but you don’t have to.”

Cam knows this isn’t a good idea. And toilets? Gross.

If I had gotten off with Noah an hour ago, I’d be able to resist the offer.

Instead, I followed him in. This is probably a bad idea, but he’s so cute when he’s desperate.

He pulled down his shorts. “I’ll be quick, just start sucking. Please?”

I sat on the toilet, which conveniently brought my face to the height of his groin. Reluctantly, I leaned forward, the eye of Cam’s cock staring at me, begging to be engulfed. He moved my head into place and started humping.

His forcefulness surprised me, and I was beginning to hit my stride when he shot straight down my throat. As if on reflex, I pulled off partially.

Cam has never cum this fast in his life. Perhaps it was the risk of being caught? Or he really was intensely horny.

As I suckled on his head, the remainder of his load pooled on my tongue. It’s thin, but a little saltier than usual. 

Cam pushed my head down further and my lips slipped open, his jizz beginning to roll down my chin. I quickly pushed it back to my mouth before it could drip off.

We both caught our breath. That happened so fast.

“Thanks, babe,” Cam said as he squeezed the last of his seed into toilet paper. “We should do this more often. I really needed that.”

“Glad to help,” I replied. “But I'm not sure we should make this a regular thing. Coach would kill us if he found out, and toilets are nasty.”

Cam sighed. “I know. Being grounded is messing with me. I’m always so horny and jerking off isn’t cutting it.” He pulled me up and into a quick kiss, pressing his tongue into mine. “Let’s trade spots and I’ll do you real quick.”

Before we could shuffle, the unmistakable squeak of the locker room door opening echoed off the walls, and voices began chattering.

We both dropped our heads in disappointment.

“I owe you,” he mouthed, slipping out of the stall.

***

Blue balls aside, I managed to fill in Cam about my day, from the sub to the hug to Noah and Craig’s joint trauma. He was characteristically supportive of me but couldn’t help but laugh.

“Poor guys,” Cam said, chuckling. “Craig can’t even burp his worm in peace, and Noah’s scarred for life.”

I reached for my toes. “All those years of knowing each other, and I don’t think Noah’s ever seen Craig naked. Or any other man, except maybe his dad — who must not be very hairy.”

“I guess you never told him about what we saw at the cabin.”

“Of course not. That’s no one’s business,” I said. It’s interesting, Noah asked me to keep private that he ‘doesn’t mind’ kissing me, and here I am keeping a secret from him.

Cam started planking. “For sure, but he might appreciate knowing it could have been much worse.”

I saddled up next to him. I hate these.

“Huh. I’ve never thought about it before, but I wonder what, um, guys like him do for porn.” Cam paused before whispering: “You don’t think it’s anything, uh, illegal, do you?”

That question has never crossed my mind before. “I don’t remember seeing any porn on the screen. Now that you mention it, I wonder what he was jacking to — because it definitely wasn’t X-rated vids or pics,” I thought aloud. “I would have noticed that for sure. But, I can’t imagine Craig would seek out illegal stuff. He feels bad enough about Mexico.”

“I’m surprised it’s never come up.”

I shrugged. “That’s a pretty private thing. It never occurred to me to ask, and he doesn’t talk about his attractions much.”

I assume he would have loved seeing those clips Jamie sent earlier this week of him and Seb. Or that Cam and I have made.

Does that make me a hypocrite? If I can enjoy those things, is it wrong for others, even if they are older?

The big question is, would it make any difference to me if he did watch stuff like that?

I'm not certain. Probably not? Though, I have my doubts Cam and Noah would look at him the same.

***

Practice left me totally exhausted. We hit it hard tonight — all week really, and I’m feeling it. On top of that, my balls still feel like they weigh 20 lbs. each. I’m going to definitely need to take care of that once I get home. 

I’m glad I suggested cheesesteaks, because that place is quick. It’s basically fast food, but doesn’t actually taste like crap, and it’s on the way home. I’ll release the pressure sooner than if we stopped for a real, sit-down meal.

As we exited the parking lot, I decided to rip off the BandAid. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

I took a deep breath. “Cam asked what you were jerking off to. I didn’t know, and it made me curious what kind of porn, uh, someone like you enjoys.”

He gripped the steering wheel tighter. “Seriously, you told Cam? Great. You could have kept that to yourself.”

“He’s seen worse, remember?” I quipped. “I tell you all about what we get up to, so…”

“Touche. That’s fair, I suppose,” he answered, sighing. He paused, appearing to muster the nerve to answer my question. “Are you wondering if I’m into, um, underage stuff?”

I nodded sheepishly.

“Hell no. I’m not that stupid,” he replied adamantly. “That’s a one-way ticket to the big house. It’s also morally squicky.”

“Oh. Yeah, sorry.” I didn’t mean to offend him. 

“But,” he continued, “there are places with stories — written stories, that are geared to things I’m interested in. If you must know, I was reading one of those.”

“Those aren’t illegal?” I learn something new every day. 

“Nope, not in the U.S. anyway. Maybe it’s because I’ve never sought it out, but I actually prefer well-written smut to visual stuff, anyway. A decently crafted story holds my interest much longer.”

Interesting. “So, what was it about?”

“What was what about?”

“The story you were reading. I’m curious.” I’ve never really liked porn either, but stories sound interesting. “If it’s good, maybe I could read it too and we could talk about it. Kind of like a horny book club,” I added, smirking.

Good thing we’re at a traffic light, because he stared at me blankly. I guess he doesn’t realize I was (mostly) joking about the book club, though I am totally curious what the story was about.

“Max, come on, I don’t want to talk about this. It’s not important,” he finally replied. “Besides, you're savvy enough to find gay erotica if you’re so inclined. It’s not something we need to discuss.” 

Seriously, that’s his boundary?

“Aww, you’re no fun. Here I am, trying to bond with you, and you shoot me down,” I poked. “Well, maybe not shoot.”

He rolled his eyes. “Speaking of inappropriate comments in an attempt at humor, your remark earlier was in poor taste.”

“First off, I’m funny. Second, you’ll have to be more specific, because I make a lot of those,” I scoffed. “So it’s a ‘no’ on the horny book club?”

“Max, stop. I’m being serious,” he said, his tone sharpened. “When you and Noah walked in on me, you offering me a hand was not necessary or helpful or even funny. The look on Noah’s face after you said that was ugly. I worried he might throw up.”

“It was a joke! You know Noah is cool. It’s not like I said it in front of Kim,” I responded. “And in my defense, I can’t really be held responsible for his face, considering what he saw.”

Craig winced. “Be that as it may, we don’t need to rub his face in… our business. He’s obviously uncomfortable with allusions to it, and we need to be respectful of that,” he explained, putting the car in park.

He’s making a mountain out of a molehill. “Okay, but—“

“No buts. It’s not something that should be joked about or brought up casually. It makes people uncomfortable, and that sort of attitude is how slip ups happen,” he lectured. “Are we on the same page?”

I think he’s being dramatic, but I’m not going to argue. If it bothers him, I’ll try to do better. “Yes.”

“Good, now let’s go stuff our faces with grease.”

***

As is usual for our late dinners, the restaurant is basically dead. A couple was leaving right as we stepped up to the counter. Besides them, it’s empty. 

The boy taking our order is young — probably 16 and very handsome. He has short, dark hair, a clear complexion, and cute dimples. I didn’t think I was staring, but damn if he didn’t give me one of those smiles. 

As we ordered, he’s being overly helpful. ‘I’ll tell them to throw on some extra fries for you.”

“Oh, thanks,” Craig replied. 

“You go to Olympia, right?” he asked. “I think my little sister is in your grade. Tabitha. Tabitha Green.”

“Uh… yeah. I know her.” Not well, but I do know who she is. 

“I’ll get our drinks,” Craig said, excusing himself. “Lemonade?” I nodded.

“You’re the dude who does gymnastics, right? She showed me an Insta clip of you a few days ago. Damn son,” he continued. “I think she’s obsessed, but don’t tell her I told you. She’d kill me.”

“Sure.” This is so embarrassing. “I won’t.”

“But I kind of get it.” He’s smirking! Wow. Is Logan (I looked at his nametag) flirting with me? I assume his sister told him I’m gay if she showed him the gymnastics clip.

“Um, thanks.” I’m not sure what to say, so I shuffled away awkwardly.

***

Craig and I were both looking at our phones when Logan called our number. 

“I’ll go,” Craig offered, thankfully. Logan is cute, but I dunno, his flirting made me nervous (I have no idea why). I was thinking he was cute before he even opened his mouth, but I never expected him to pivot from his sister to eye-fucking me. It surprised me more than anything… and I don’t like attention.

Although, I don’t hate that a cute boy apparently likes me. I mean, there’s nothing wrong with that.

Oh, he’s smiling at me again! I looked away quickly. Logan might be prime JO material. 

I nibbled at my fries before sinking into the gargantuan sandwich. I closed my eyes as the taste washed over me, and I tried to ignore the fact that Logan is looking my way every three seconds. 

“I know, right?” Craig said between bites. “Great call.”

“It’s so good. I love cheese. And meat.”

At least Craig grinned this time. “You are full of innuendo tonight; more than normal. Get it out of your system, because your mother doesn’t appreciate that humor.”

“Nope,” I said, a chunk of beef falling down my shirt and back into my Styrofoam clamshell. “Crap, I forgot to get a fork for spillage.” 

“You could use your hands like a normal person. It isn't any greasier than the fries or bread.”

I ignored him, and went back to the counter to grab some utensils and more napkins. 

“Anything else you need?” Logan asked cheerfully. I swear, he’s staring at my bare legs. I half-expected him to grab his crotch, but no such luck. I’ll save that image for my spank bank.

“I hope this isn’t weird, but you should add me on Insta or Snap.” Logan grabbed a pen and scribbled @lgngrnmn_9 on the back of a napkin and smiled. He even added a smiley face. “I wish it meant something else, but nine is my jersey number. I play right-wing on the varsity hockey team.” 

Does every jock include their number? Liam did the same thing. I think he’s trying to impress me by mentioning being on varsity.

If I wasn’t sure he was flirting before, I am now — and after relaxing a little, well, I don’t hate it. Craig will definitely find it funny, although I’m not so sure about Cam. 

“That wouldn’t make your sister jealous?” I asked.

“I don’t think she’s your type,” he replied. “Right?”

I shook my head. That’s for damn sure. I grinned, grabbed my fork, and turned around. I’ve never been hit on before. It’s… interesting.

As I was about to sit back down at our table, Craig pointed. 

“What’s that?” he asked. “You have something on your shorts.”

I glanced down and saw a good-sized spot. Shit! I know instantly what it is. I thought I stopped Cam’s cum from escaping, but obviously missed some. How did neither of us not notice before?!

I may not be able to tell the shade of red my face turned, but I can sure feel it getting hotter.

I sat down. I don’t know what to say, so I took a bite.

“Max? Everything okay?” His smile is fading.

I sipped my lemonade.

“What’s going on? Something’s up,” he said. “Spill it.”

Someday, I might learn to hide my emotions. Ugh.

“I know we shouldn’t have but it was just the two of us there early and Cam was really desperate and I didn’t get to do anything with Noah after school so we went to the bathroom and…”

“Whoa, slow down. You’re talking a mile a minute and I have old man ears.”

I looked down. “Before practice… we did something we shouldn’t have, in the locker room.”

I’m afraid to look up, so I took another swig and kept my eyes fixed on the tile floor. Craig sighed loudly.

“That’s what I thought you were getting at, but I hoped I was misunderstanding. Jesus Christ, Max!”

“I know, I’m sorry. It just sorta happened. I didn’t even know for certain what Cam wanted when he motioned me to follow him.”

He asked what happened, so I told him. I left out the part about thinking I salvaged Cam’s entire load (not swallowing it all feels like a personal failure).

“And how many times has this happened before?”

“None! We’ve never done anything at the gym, or anywhere public. No one else was around yet.” Technically, some of the stuff at the cabin was in the open, but I don’t think that counts. 

“That doesn’t make it okay! I have talked to you both until I’m blue in the face about discretion and not doing anything where others could see, and it’s in one ear and out the other,” he ranted. “Maybe I need to turn it over to Bob to deal with, since I’m not making an impression.”

I looked at him frantically. “No! Please! It was stupid, but Cam being grounded has him super wound up and Noah didn’t want to do anything after walking in on you, so if you think about it—”

“Do NOT finish that sentence by trying to shift the blame onto me.” He’s starting to raise his voice. Logan is now observing us intently from behind the counter. Great.

I looked back down.

“Have we not discussed this very thing several times already?” he asked, returning to a whisper.

“Yes,” I mumbled.

“So you knew it was inappropriate, but still chose to do it anyway?”

“Yes,” I whispered. I am not going to cry. I am not going to cry. I glanced at Logan, who is still watching. Craig finally noticed.

He grabbed my container and closed it. “You can finish this later. We’ll continue this talk on the way, in private. Move.”

On the way out, I managed to avoid Logan. I swear, he can tell I’m in trouble and must be laughing inside, wondering why he was ever interested in someone not even in high school yet.

***

Once in the car, Craig resumed his interrogation. “So, tell me, what would you have done if your coach walked in on you?”

I sighed. “I don’t know.”

“Do you think he would have been happy? Getting kicked off the team would be pretty damn bad, wouldn't it? How would you explain that?” 

Shit, that would suck so bad.

“What about your teammates? Or a younger boy on your team?” he asked pointedly. “What’s the name of the little kid you help do somersaults? The second grader… Robert?”

That never occurred to me. There are 7-year-olds around, although the gym was empty at the time. “Ryan.”

“Do you think Ryan should be exposed to that? How do you think his parents would feel?”

“I’m sorry, Craig. I didn’t think about that. We were super horny but it was dumb,” I acquiesced. “We were in a stall and would have stopped if someone came in, I swear. In fact, we did. I didn’t even get a turn because we heard voices.”

“I know you are. You always are. But you know what? We keep having this same damn conversation. You know it's wrong, and you know it’s risky, yet you keep taking unnecessary risks, as if you don’t already get laid more often than anyone else either of us know,” he fumed, turning off the radio. “I expect you to be more responsible and considerate,” he chastised, jamming on the seat warmers. “At this point, it’s hard not to interpret it as willful. It’s disrespectful not only to me, but also your entire team — and your mom, who would be appalled.”

I’m on the edge, but still keeping it together. “I swear, I’m not trying to be bad!”

“It’s like you learned nothing from getting caught with Eduardo on the beach, or the entire Chad experience. Do you not see how your impulsive actions put you in dangerous situations? You’re lucky nothing bad happened,” he railed. “Your behavior was completely unacceptable.”

I feel like I might be sick, him throwing Chad back in my face. Having Craig mad at me is horrible. Then the night the security guard at the resort caught Eduardo and I on the beach came flooding back. It was the first time Craig ever yelled at me.

Then, it became so much worse.

“I’m really disappointed in you, Max.”

So much for not crying. Thankfully it isn’t the slobbering, snotty ugly cry. It’s the kind you could hide behind sunglasses, if you had them.

We rode home in silence. When we arrived, he put the car in park. That usually means he’s coming inside. Which means he’ll tell Mom, who will freak, and I’ll be grounded again for sure. I dodged a bullet at school only to have our Halloween plans undone by a twenty second blowjob. 

Or even worse, we’ll be forced to break up.

I dug my phone out of my pocket and handed it to him.

“Taking your phone or grounding you means we have to tell your mother what happened, and I doubt that’s in anyone’s interest. For her sake, sometimes ignorance is bliss.”

Really? What a relief. “Thanks Craig, you're the best.”

“Don’t misunderstand: I’m not happy and you’re still in trouble, but I need to think about what your consequences will be — including determining whether the two of you can be trusted together alone at the gym.”

Not being able to go to the gym early would suck. It’s the only time we get to spend time together, at least until Cam’s grounding is rescinded. 

“So, sentencing is postponed. But before you go in, wipe your face. It’s obvious you’ve been crying.”

For the first time that I can remember, Craig left without any affection. He really is pissed.

***

I trudged up the stairs, licking my wounds from Craig’s tongue lashing. Mom was at the kitchen sink.

“It’s been a day,” I mumbled, my voice cracking as I plopped on the couch.

“I heard. Did you write everything down for Jan?”

“Not yet, but I will,” I answered. “Do we have any Outshine bars left in the freezer?”

“A couple I think,” she answered, wiping the counter.

“Mango please.”

Her body tensed. “You know Max, I’m not at your beckon call. I worked all day, then came home and worked some more. I haven’t been off playing with my friends.”

Whoa, she’s in a mood. “Er, sorry. Never mind.”

Her eyebrows narrowed. “Don’t take that tone with me.”

“What tone? I wasn’t trying to have a tone,” I protested. “Is everything okay? You seem cranky about something.”

Mom sighed. “I told you this morning I needed you to sign for a package after school, but you went to Noah’s instead. Without permission, I might add,” she said sternly. “I know you think you’re grown now that you’re in eighth grade, but you still need to follow directions.”

Oh damn, Mom did say something as I was walking out the door this morning. How did I forget?

“I’m sorry, I forgot. Noah invited me over and I usually go home with him on Thursdays since Craig takes me to practice, so I didn’t think it was a big deal. Sorry I didn’t clear it with you first.”

“I don’t ask much of you, Max, and you still blew me off,” she vented. “If you want more freedom and to be treated… older, you need to be more responsible.”

Ack. ‘Responsible.’ There’s that word again, which Craig just hit me with (and Tim earlier). It also isn’t lost on me she’s lecturing me the same way I did Spence. I wonder if it was annoying to him too.

“That’s not what I was trying to do! With my shit day, I must have forgotten.”

“See, there you go again. I've told you I don’t know how many times I don’t like the profanity, but you continue to cuss like a sailor. It’s disrespectful.”

Is it that time of the month or something? She’s being super dramatic. But Jesus, she and Craig are channeling each other.

I stared forward. I don’t think there’s anything I can say or do that will be right. 

“Take your shower and go to bed,” she instructed.

“Okay, good night,” I said quietly. “Sorry. I’m not trying to be bad or disrespectful or irresponsible.”

“I know,” she said softly. “Good night.”

No hug? What the hell?

***

I dragged my ass upstairs and took a long shower. I’ve been blue balled twice since school let out. I just want to go to sleep. 

But not yet. I deserve my hairbrush. For tonight, I named it Logan. Logan may have looked nice, but he’s a rough top. Seriously though, I really needed both orgasms I had during my 30-minute shower. The hot water was running out just as I blew my second load down the drain.

Finally, my balls aren’t aching. 

***

Unfortunately, it was a brief reprieve. Before crawling into bed, I glanced at my phone. There are a slew of texts from Cam.

Cam: wtf Max

Cam: Craig chewed my ass about the locker room. You don’t have to tell him *everything*

Cam: he threatened to tell my dad. thanks a lot 

I sighed. I can’t leave him on read.

Me: sorry babe. He saw a spot on my shorts - couldn’t lie but didn’t think you’d get in trouble too 

I am so.fucking.over this miserable day.

*** End of Chapter 55 ***

Authors’ Note: Originally, we planned this chapter to get to Halloween, but realized we were two weeks out and didn’t want to skip too far ahead. Then, obviously this became too long (as usual). Hopefully it was still compelling.

In case it isn’t always obvious why we incorporate certain events, plot developments, conversations, or slow walk things: it’s strategic.

Halloween is up next, we promise!