Max and Me

by c m

Chapter 11

Once home I called Max. I told him all about Dan – and he was completely cool with it – as I knew he would be.

"Just tell me all about him – and I mean ALL about him next time we meet."

And then I had to tell him about Matt and the surprise I got when he appeared at my door. He was OK with that too – well, we had both had sex with him before. He was even OK with us having fucked; he told me that he had let Sigi fuck him too, – even if had happened when they had both got very drunk one night. And I was OK with that.

There was a pause.

'So we forgive each other?"

"We forgive each other."

"So when we can we meet this holiday?"

"I can come to England for New Year if you would like."

My heart leapt. "Of course I like. That would be wonderful. Make the arrangements and let me know as soon as you have. Oh Max…I can't wait to see you."

"You too, my Chris. I have missed my English lion so much."

I came off the phone happy. We had both fallen off the wire. But Sigi was a friend – and so was Matt. Dan had fitted our agreement - and I knew that Max would like Dan if they ever had a chance to meet.

A few days later James came round. I hadn't seen him since the start of term and we just jumped into each other's arms and hugged. I kissed him lightly on the lips and he kissed me back.

"It's good to see you, Chris; I've missed you."

"You too, James. So how was your first term?"

"Great. Really great. I've met some great guys and a lovely girl – well several actually. I've had a lot of fun."

"Any particular girl?"

He blushed. "No, well, yes...well no. I don't have...a regular girlfriend that is."

"But...?"

"Well...I'm not a virgin any more."

"Woohoo! Good for you. And was it good?"

"It was very good. With all of them."

"All of them?' My god...you've turned into a Lothario."

"Just three. Oh, and one guy."

"A guy? Bloody hell, James. Tell me all about it."

"I guess I've got you to thank, really, Chris. Having done that stuff with you, I kind of realised I like boys and girls. And at Uni that is just fine. No-one thinks anything of it. I'm a bi-guy. And it's cool."

"You and he fucked?"

"I fucked him. I don't think I'm ready to be fucked...or even if I want to be. But he did. So I obliged."

"How did it happen?"

"He has the room opposite mine – Paul is his name - and we had coffee together the second day...you know, 'get to know you' stuff. Turned out he played squash so we started to play the odd game. Used to shower together after. I kind of noticed that he looked at me a lot but turned away if I caught him. Anyway, we became good friends – went drinking together and one evening after we'd both had a few, he asked me about girlfriends and stuff and then I asked him the same question and he just came out and told me he was gay. So I just said 'fine' and told him about you and how you had come out to me and how we had ended up doing some stuff together which I enjoyed...and well...you can guess the rest. He said he really liked me – fancied me – and wondered if I would do the same stuff with him. I found myself saying yes before I'd really thought about it...and so we did. The oral stuff you and I do – and then, well, he asked me if I'd fuck him. It was amazing. I can see why you and Max like it so much."

"You do it regularly?"

"Quite often. If I don't have a girl." He paused. "Well, to tell you the truth, sometimes even when I do have a girl. It's...different. And how about you?"

"I was umm...quite good. But not perfect."

"Really? What happened?"

So I told him about Dan and about Matt.

"Are you going to tell Max?"

"I already have, James. We promised. We knew it might happen."

"And he was OK with it?"

"Yes. Turned out he had fallen off the wagon too – with his best friend Sigi – you know, the one I told you about."

"Wow. You two have complicated sex lives."

I smiled. "I guess. But Sigi is a friend – like you. Max has no problem with what we do and I have no problem with him and Sig...although they have fucked each other - and we don't do that."

James smirked. "Yet."

I looked at him. "Umm, James…are you saying that you want to fuck me?"

He went quiet. Then looked up at me. Looked me straight in the eyes. "I don't know, Chris. It might be a bit weird. But Since Paul...well..." he paused again, "hey look, I would never get between you and Max."

"You do, don't you? You want to fuck me James. You want to see what it's like with me. You little devil."

And then, to my huge surprise, I felt my groin stirring at the thought. I got up and went over and kissed him. I put my arms round his neck and looked into his eyes.

He looked right back into mine.

"Actually Chris...I think that it might be a bit weird."

"OK – you're probably right. But we can still do oral – if you want to."

"That I definitely want."

We high-fived.

Over the next couple of weeks I didn't mention the whole 'fuck' thing again. In truth, like James had said, it might be a bit weird. And even if it wasn't, I was far from sure that the two of us fucking was a good idea. It might change things between us – and not for the better. And anyway, Max would soon be here.

I spent the next week going out and buying presents for Christmas, and buying Christmas cards to send. The only one I was having difficulties with was Max's. I wanted to get him something special – but I didn't know what.

James and I also played squash a couple of times, each winning once. He didn't mention the sex thing again.

Christmas cards also started arriving. Tim sent me one along with a long letter telling me all about his doings at York. He wanted to try and meet up in the New Year so I wrote back saying Max was going to be over but if things worked out it would be great to see him. I also had cards from Steve and Jamie, Mark's friends, who also wanted to meet up again. I made a note to call them and arrange something.

I also had a card from Matt. He had got his place at Oxford – and so, he told me, had Jonathan. They were spending New Year together and planning a trip abroad together ahead of coming up the following October. They were both looking forward to seeing me again.

In the end, my dilemma over what to give Max was solved by my grandmother. I went to visit her a week or so before Christmas. I told her that I didn't know what to get him. She smiled and said that she had looked out one or two things which she wanted to give me. Among them was a solid gold pen with her initials on it. Her name was Caroline. Caroline Alexander. CA. Like me.

She said that if I wanted to get it re-engraved with the addition of 'MS from' in front of the CA, and then add the date, she would be happy for me to give it to him.

"But I ought to keep it as a reminder of you, Gran. And...it must be very valuable."

"There are lots of things that will remind you of me. But this is something your grandfather gave to me when we got married. I think you and Max are pretty much married in all but name. It would be a good thing to give him. It would make me happy. And yes, it is valuable. How much is Max worth to you?"

"He's beyond price, Gran."

"Then there you are. It's worth a lot less than that."

That's why I like my grandmother. She always knows what to say and how to give advice without giving advice. If you know what I mean.

"Thank you. Thank you very much. It's perfect."

"Good. But bring him to meet me. I want to see this boy who has stolen my gorgeous grandson's heart."

"I will, Gran. I will. You'll love him."

Christmas itself passed off uneventfully. It was a family occasion and I enjoyed the seemingly endless stream of cousins, uncles, aunts and other assorted relatives who either visited us or we went to visit.

The only thing of any real note happened on the day after Boxing day. Mum and Dad had gone off to visit friends and were going to be away overnight, so I invited James over. I proposed a sleep-over so that we could have a few drinks and he leapt at the idea. I had bought him a couple of CDs that I knew he wanted as a present. When he opened them he was genuinely really pleased and gave me a big hug. And then a kiss. And then he was pushing me back against the sofa. We collapsed onto it and I reached for James' groin, unzipping him and pulling out his cock. This was no time for sophistication. I just wanted to wank him and make him cum. I felt him fumbling with my belt and zipper too, and then his hand was inside my briefs, taking hold of me and gripping my shaft. We didn't last long, our cum flying everywhere as we gave in to the animal passion that had seized us. Spent, we lay there, our breath still coming in short gasps.

"Fuck. What happened there? Guess we just wanted each other...a lot."

"Guess so. Felt bloody marvellous whatever the reason."

"Sure did."

Then I looked around.

"Oh fuck. Look. There's cum everywhere."

We did our best to clean it up, but we were both giggling hopelessly as we found blobs on the lampshade, the TV, the table and the carpet. Not to mention all over our clothes.

"Guess these will just have to go in the wash," said James, and he proceeded to strip naked. I followed suit and we bundled the clothes up and put them in the washing machine.

"What setting do they go on. I can't see one called 'cum removal'."

We both howled with laughter before returning to the sitting room and making ourselves comfortable on the sofa. It was dark outside and the curtains were drawn. The fire was blazing in the grate and Mum and Dad were away. I was with my best friend in the world. Naked. We poured ourselves a glass of wine. I put a cushion over James' groin, and lay my head in James' lap and he ran his fingers through my hair.

"Thanks for being such a good friend to me, Chris."

"It's mutual. No-one could have a better friend than you, James."

It was a perfect end to Christmas.

Well, not quite the end. That night as we lay naked in bed together James told me that he hadn't quite told me everything about his relationship with Paul.

"You see Chris, after I'd fucked him a couple of times, he asked if I wanted to try being on the receiving end. I wasn't sure but…well…I remembered how you and Max seemed to enjoy it; so much so I said 'OK' but when he tried to…it just hurt so much I asked him to stop. He was very good about it – said he was happy with the way things were, but…there's part of me that really, really wants to try. Just so I know. That's why I said that stuff about doing it with you. I trust you and yes…although it would be a bit weird, if felt like maybe...shit.."

I put my arms round him.

"OK, James. If you're sure. I'd love to do this for you. But...if you change your mind or if it is too painful...you tell me to stop, OK? But…will you want to do it back to me?"

"No…well I mean yes, but no. Part of me does but I think the bit of me that's saying 'that's weird' is winning. I just want to be able to do it with Paul – if that's not using you?"

"It's not using me, James. It's being friends. And we may be able to get you ready for Paul without me actually going all the way with you anyway. "

He smiled at me. "OK, so how do we do this?"

"First we get you all clean inside and then we get you super-horny. I don't see why we shouldn't have a good time as well as helping you."

I took James into the shower room and showed him what to do. At first he was embarrassed and then the funny side of it struck us both and we were soon laughing helplessly. After we'd dried off, I led him back to bed. I got out the pot of massage oil.

"First we get you really horny…"

I reached down between his legs and took hold of his cock which was already stiffening. I licked down his chin to his nipples and sucked on them. I took his balls in my hand and massaged them. I slurped on his cock and then ran my finger back behind his balls to his hole. I touched it and he involuntarily tightened.

"You need to relax when I touch you James. You have to try and open up not close up, OK?"

"OK."

I told him to get on his knees. I got behind him and put my tongue against his pucker.

"What the fuck?....Oh my god."

"Relax. Does it feel good."

"It feels amazing. I didn't know you did this..."

"Only for special people."

I wrapped my hand around his cock as I rimmed him. As he relaxed and his hole opened a little to my tongue, I slipped an oiled finger inside him. He gripped it tight.

"Try to relax, James."

"Yes. OK. Sorry."

"Hey, it's OK. This is bound to be a little strange. But the aim is to open you up and stretch you a little so that it doesn't hurt so much." I just held James close. His cock had gone soft so I took hold of it and stroked it back to full hardness.

"We don't have to do this, James."

"I want to, Chris. But I'm just a little scared."

"If you want me to stop, you just say. I'm your best friend. I won't do anything you don't want me to."

"I know. I'd trust you with my life. Come on...let's try again."

He got back on his knees and I slipped a finger slowly back inside him. He was very tight and very hot. I worked my finger around for a while and slowly I felt him relax and start to open up.

"Does it feel good, James."

"It's just started to feel...OK."

"Good. I'm going to try adding another finger. Tell me to stop if it hurts."

I tried to push a second finger into him and felt him tighten his ring.

"Sorry...I'll try to relax."

He did, but my second finger really didn't want to go in. When I pushed hard, James yelped.

"That hurts, Chris."

I stopped, left it a minute, then tried again. He yelped even louder.

"I think we'll stop, James. I think you need to get a dildo and use that for a bit. You are very tight and I'm going to hurt you if I go any further."

"I'm sorry, Chris. I wanted to try it."

"There's no hurry, James. I'll always be your best friend and I'll always be here. Maybe we'll take a shopping trip to Ann Summers and find you something to practice with. In the meantime, it would be a shame to let that fine erection of yours go to waste. Turn over."

James lay on his back, his cock rigid against his groin.

"Would you mind if I just wanked you?"

"I'd love it."

I took hold of him in my hand and masturbated him. Sometimes fast, sometimes slow. Sometimes with one hand, sometimes with two. Sometimes with his foreskin pulled back, sometimes with it covering the head. I could see the moment at which his balls tightened in their sack, and then he was cumming. Seeing his juice flowing out of his cock was a real turn on, and I started to stroke myself furiously.

"No you don't, that's my job," said James, taking a hold of me and finishing me spectacularly as my cum joined his on his chest.

And that was Christmas.

The next day, I called Steve and Jamie and we arranged to meet up once Max was over. My mother said she was happy for all of them to stay over if they wanted.

There was one other thing I had to do in preparation for Max's stay. Over the past three months I had kept my balls shaved but I had let my pubic hair grow. On the last evening before he arrived, I stood in the shower and with a razor carefully shaved my groin perfectly smooth and hairless again.

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