Max’s Awakening #8

by craigpnifty@protonmail.com

Authors notes:

Just a reminder of the “other side” of this story that is written from the point-of-view of Craig (Max’s mentor) can be found here:

 https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/maxs-freudian-slip/

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Chapter 7 – Madison (pt 3)

So Saturday turned out to be the second most awesome day of my life.   The most awesome day of course was the night Cam and I held hands at the movie and he asked me to be his boyfriend.  Actually, you know what?  Saturday might even have been better than that.  So maybe Saturday was really the best day of my life….  or maybe it’s a tie.

The day started shaky enough with me having to wake up Cam not knowing if he was still mad at me from the night before.  But as you already know, that turned out fantastic when he told me he was sorry and then gave me my first ever blow job, which was totally lit.  I can’t even describe how amazing it felt compared to jerking off.  NOTHING ever felt so good.

So, we got to the gym pretty early - a good hour before the warm-ups for our level.  We watched our lower level team finish their rotations while we waited.  My eyes were on them, but my mind was still on blow jobs.   It’s weird.  Yesterday I was worried about giving Cam head and now not only was I not worried, I couldn’t wait to do it.  You probably think I’m a total dork.   What Cam did to me felt so good that I wanted him to (hopefully) have the same mind numbing orgasm when I returned the favor.   It finally clicked for me.  That’s part of what being boyfriends is all about right?  Making each other feel really good?

Cam made it look so easy when he did it that I realized just how stupid I was for freaking out about it.  It was kind of like Craig said, “It’s just a blow job Max.”  Craig’s talk helped also, especially when he gave me a few tips on how to do it.

So the real question was when would I be able to get my turn on Cam’s cock.  I went to the bathroom at the gym right when we first arrived and I honestly wondered if I could get away with pulling Cam into one of the two stalls and doing it right there at the gym.  I mean we had time….. but I came to my senses and realized the bathroom was too small and it was too likely someone would come in.  Plus, I wanted to take my time and really enjoy it.  So instead, I tried to put it out of my mind.  

I kept looking for Craig to come inside while we waited for our warm-up time, but I didn’t see him.  He said he was going to chill in the car for a while, but he’d been out there a long time.  I wanted to ask him if maybe he’d run errands or something again today when we got back so Cam and I could have the room to ourselves again.   Even if he wouldn’t do that, maybe he wouldn’t care even if Cam and I showered together like yesterday?   Something about that still felt a little strange to me.   We would close the door but the idea that he would know what we were doing felt a little uncomfortable.   I mean it was really no different than him being in the bathroom this morning while Cam sucked me, but it really would be because he would know.

 Anyway, Craig finally came in about ten minutes before our warm-ups were to start.  I saw him heading towards the bathroom and ran to catch him and talk to him really fast.   I ran up behind him and kind of ambushed him from behind, throwing my arm around him.  “Oh, hey there amigo,” he said once he recovered from the surprise.

“About time you came inside.  I’ve been wanting to ask you something,” I said as I walked beside him.

“Well, I’ve been wanting to ask you something too,” he replied.

“What?”

“I just wanted to know what happened this morning to turn your mood around.”

We were almost to the bathroom, so I just pointed to the door, hoping he would understand I would tell him once we were inside.    I went in first and made sure nobody else was in there.   I still whispered when I told him.  “Cam told me he was sorry and then he sucked my dick!”

Craig laughed and smiled.  “So I take it you enjoyed it then.”

“Oh my god Craig.  It was fucking amazing!”

“I tried to tell you,” he replied.  He was right, but it was one of those things you had to actually experience.

“I know, I know.  Hey, I wanted to know if you could do me a favor when we get back to the hotel?”

It was like he could read my mind.  “You want I should give you guys some time alone again?”

“Would you?”

“Of course, Max,” he answered, grinning at me.  “As long as you promise to tell me all about it,” he added and winked.  “You hoping for another blow job?”

“No, yeah, well, yes, but first I want to do it to him!”

Just then Ian came into the bathroom so we had to cut our talk short.   Craig ended it by smacking me on the back and telling me “atta boy.”

*****

Once we got to warming up, I was thankfully able to put sex out of my mind and focus on gymnastics.   Coach gave us a great pep talk and we were all excited to go do our best.    Our team’s rotation schedule was perfect for me I thought.  It started with one of my best events – pommel and ended with my absolute best event – floor exercise.  In between we had rings, vault, parallel bars and horizontal bar. I like starting with an event I excel at because it gives me a mental boost into my weaker events. 

So I started off by totally nailing my pommel horse routine.  I got my highest score ever.   The rest of the team did well too, not all their personal bests but solid scores.   Pommel is Ian’s worst event and he even got a decent score.

As we moved through the rotation of events, I think we were all getting excited.  We knew our scores were good enough that we were in the running for the team medal.    It’s always hard to know for sure because it’s impossible to track all the other team’s scores and it’s not like at the Olympics where it is all tracked for you.  Some of the parents try to keep track of things, or at least one event, but it’s tough and you never know if they got all the data correct.   So all you can do is keep trying to get your best scores and wait for the awards.

We had a break after our fourth rotation and most of us nibbled on a granola bar.   Spencer sat next to me.  “So are we kicking ass or what?” he asked.

“Yeah, I think we are,” I answered, giving him a high five.

“Do you really think we can win Max?”

I thought about it for a second.  “Yeah dude, I think it’s possible.”

“Good,” he grinned.  “Cause I really wanna suck your dick.”  

Damn you Spencer.  I’d actually pushed sex from my mind once we began warming up.   I’d forgotten all about the conversation Spencer and I had after dinner last night.   Suddently, the image of Spencer’s uncircumcised cock popped into my head.   I briefly wondered if it was different sucking a dick with skin and I quickly realized I was actually curious to really find out.  Cam came first though.   I pushed the thought of sucking either of them out of my head. I closed my eyes and focused on my horizontal bar and floor exercise routines.  I visualized each of them, from start to finish.  That is what our coach always tells us to do beforehand anyway.  This time it just happened to also get my mind off of sucking dick.

*****

After our horizontal bar routines, we were even more pumped going into our final rotation.   Jake and Cam both had stellar routines and the rest of us were all solid.  We knew we had to be one of the top two teams.  As we waited for our turn to do our floor exercise routines, Spence came up to me again.  I was afraid he was going to say something about sucking dick again, but that wasn’t it.   He was suddenly nervous.

“Jesus Max,” he said.  “I’m really scared I’m gonna fuck up and blow this for everyone.”

I put my arm around him.  “No you’re not Spencer.   You got this man.   You’re going to do awesome.   Close your eyes real quick and walk yourself through it all.   Clear your mind of everything else,” I told him.   He did as I suggested and I kept my arm on his shoulder the whole time. 

When he opened his eyes, I told him to “knock em dead kiddah.”  It was a line from Billy Elliot that must have just popped into my brain from listening to the soundtrack on the way to Madison.   As Spencer went to the corner of the mat and got in position to start, he gave me one last glance.  I gave him a thumbs up.  And then he fucking nailed it.  He usually never scores much over a 7 on the floor but he was on fire.   The height on his aerials was great and he only had a couple slight bobbles.  

When he was done he ran to me, clearly very excited.  “You fucking nailed that shit Spence!” I told him as he gave me a big hug.  “I knew you could do it.”

“Thanks Max,” he said, wrapping an arm around me.  “He turned and watched his score come in.  The boy pulled an 8.25.”  He jumped up and down and hugged me again.   I was glad he didn’t bring up the other stuff.

*****

I was the last of our team to do my floor routine and was pumped.  Everyone else had done well.  I was pretty sure that as long as I did well that we would be taking home the first place medal.   Craig was near the mat, filming me.  I forgot he was supposed to be sending my mom clips of my routines.  He had probably been filming all along, but I had just now noticed.   When he saw me eye him, he gave me a huge smile and mouthed ‘good luck’.  At least that is what I thought he said.

I closed my eyes and refocused and got in my starting pose….and then ripped off a near perfect routine!   As I finished my final moves and the music ended, I was ecstatic.  It was all I could do to contain myself while I stood by my teammates and waited for my scores.  It’s considered unprofessional to show too much excitement until your scores are presented.  And even then you have to be somewhat subdued.  But when my score of 9.4 came up every let out a yelp and gave me a high five.  Cam hugged me from behind and whispered in my ear.  “That might have just earned you another blow job.”

I liked that idea.  But first I would be giving him one.

*****

We all changed into our street sweats (which I did really fast, because now that Cam had my mind back on cock, my dick was chubbing up!).   After packing up all of our gear, we headed to the corner of the gym where the awards ceremony was held.  Craig met me on the way and threw his arm around me.  “That was so awesome to watch Max.  You guys were all incredible.”  I know Craig had never seen a meet before and would probably have still said that even if we had stunk up the place, but it still felt really nice to have him there cheering me on.   It felt different to me from when my own parents would tell me good job.  How so?  I don’t know.  I just know I liked it.

Individual medals went first.   Jake and Ryan both got 2 and Cam got 3, though they were two seconds and a third.  I pretty much knew I had won floor and I did get the 1^st for that as well as 2^nd for pommel.   Then they announced the team medals, and we won!  We were all so jazzed.

We all had to line up and do a bunch of team pictures of course, because that’s what parents make you do.  But we didn’t mind.  Once we got done with pictures and we were walking out, Ian and Spencer asked us if we were all going out to eat together again.    They also wanted to know if we were going swimming later in the indoor pool.  Of course it was Ian who wanted to know if we could do “Sauna stuff” somewhere too.   That all sounded fun, but I had something else on my mind first:  getting Cam’s dick in my mouth.

*****

On the drive back to the hotel, I took Craig’s phone and sent a bunch of pictures to my mom and then handed Craig’s phone back to Cam and he did the same.

When we got to the hotel lobby, Craig stopped us.  “You guys can go on up.  I’m dying for a cold beer.   We are meeting Ian and Spencer and Ian’s mom back here in about an hour.   I’ll wait down here.  Just find me in the bar after you guys are cleaned up and ready to go.”

Cam smiled at me as we waited for the elevator with an older couple.   When they got off on the third floor, we had the elevator to ourselves.   “Wow we lucked out with Craig chilling in the lobby,” Cam said.  

I spun him by the shoulder so he faced me. “Wasn’t luck,” I said as moved my face towards him and pressed my lips to his.   My hand found its way to Cam’s crotch and began groping his dick.   We stayed locked together until the elevator came to a stop.

“Damn!” Cam said as the door opened.

As we walked towards the room, Cam asked, “What do you mean it wasn’t luck?”

I shrugged.  “I asked Craig if we could have a little privacy.”

“No way!  Seriously?”  I nodded.  “And he was ok with that?”

“Of course.  Craig’s cool Cam.”

“I know,” he answered.  “But that’s a whole new level of cool.”    We unlocked the door and let ourselves in.  “Should we shower again like yesterday?”

I started tugging at Cam’s sweatpants.  “Yes.  But after I try sucking you and pay you back for this morning.”

Cam seemed a little surprised.  “You sure you’re ready?  I mean we could at least shower first so it’s not like all sweaty.”

“No.  Now,” I said as I pushed him onto our bed and pulled off his slides and peeled off his pants.  His eyes got big.  I think he realized just how hungry I was for his cock.

“Damn Max.  I never seen you so horny,” Cam responded and started peeling off his competition shirt.   I helped him pull it down over his waist, freeing his semi hard cock from the slick material.   I pulled them further down until Cam was able to pull one foot free and then I reached up and grabbed his hard dick.    “Oh fuck,” he moaned as he fell back onto the bed.

I climbed onto to edge of the bed and brought my mouth to his cock.  There was a bit of a sweaty aroma but it wasn’t horrible at all.  I pulled his cock down towards me.   “Here goes,” I thought to myself as my tongue extended and I got my first taste of cock.  I licked the shaft to the head and pushed my mouth onto it.  Craig was right! It tasted just like my arm.  OK, but maybe a tiny bit saltier because he was sweaty, but really not much different.   I swirled my tongue around as I felt it begin to stiffen in my mouth and Cam moaned.

One thing surprised me as I licked and sucked on the end of Cam’s dick.   Cam’s moaning and the feel of his dick getting harder and harder was making me incredibly proud….. and incredibly horny.   I wasn’t expecting to get so turned on from doing the sucking.  I had assumed whomever was giving head was like doing a chore or something.   My cock was rock hard and was resting against the edge of the bed and I soon realized that I was rocking back and forth against the mattress, pleasuring myself.

I took more of Cam’s cock into my mouth.  “Oh fuck Max,” Cam exclaimed.   “Your mouth feels so fucking good.”   I remembered what Craig said, about pretending to worship Cam’s cock.   I took it out of my mouth and looked up at him.   He looked down to see why I stopped sucking him and I smiled at him and stared and let out a little moan of my own before attacking his cock again with my mouth.   Cam’s hands found my head and roughed my hair as he pushed me further down onto his cock and he arched his hips.

His cock brushed the back of my throat and for a brief second I started to gag but it withdrew enough that I was able to recover.   Cam kept pumping his hips, driving his cock in and out of my willing mouth.   I can’t even describe to you the thrill I was feeling as Cam’s most intimate part was filling my mouth.  It was like I was consuming him. 

As he kept pumping my mouth, I kept thrusting my own cock against the mattress.   Cam was moaning non-stop. “Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit,” he exclaimed.   On the last, drawn out ‘shit’, I felt his cock stiffen and pulse.  He was coming!  Oh shit!  I guess that was a warning?   I suddenly got worried about jets of jizz flooding my mouth and started to pull off his cock.  But I was too late and the first jet splashed across my tongue.   Jet’s two and three hit my lips and even went up my nose a little bit.

I started to freak out ever so slightly and then the taste of Cam’s cum registered in my brain.  Honestly, it wasn’t bad at all.  What the hell was I scared of?   I let it rest on my tongue and then swallowed it.   I almost felt proud of myself.   No, wait, I was proud of myself.  None of this was remotely frightening.  In fact, it was AWESOME.   I licked my lips taking in more of Cam’s seed.  

Cam looked down at me.   “Oh god,” he moaned.  “That was unbelievable Max.   I never cummed like that.”  Then he laughed.

I looked at him quizzically.

“Your face looks like a 2 year old trying to eat an ice cream cone.   Let me grab you a towel,” he said standing up.   While he went to the bathroom, I scooted off the back of the couch and realized something.   While Cam was filling my mouth I had creamed in my competition shirt.   I was so focused on Cam’s orgasm I missed my own.

to be continued….

Author’s Notes:

So Max got over his ridiculous fears and has discovered the pleasure that can be derived from giving pleasure.  Do you think he is hooked on sucking cock?

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