Part 12:
I groaned. “Get me out of these casts first, you horny fucker.”
We laughed, the steam swirling around us, and for a moment, the awkwardness turned into something weirdly comforting—proof that life was moving forward, messily, honestly, and together.
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Monday morning finally arrived—warm sunlight filtering through our window, the sheets tangled around us, Max’s arm heavy across my chest. I didn’t want to move. Partly because my body ached in that sweet, used way, and partly because I didn’t want the day to start. Not yet.
But I had an appointment. A big one.
Casts off today.
That thought alone was enough to jolt my heart awake. Excitement, yeah—but also nerves, sharp and buzzing under my skin. The idea of the doctor using the saw to cut my casts off terrified me. What if he went too deep and cut into my arm?
Max stirred beside me as I shifted. “You good?” he mumbled, voice still rough with sleep.
I nodded. “Just…big day.”
He stretched, then sat up and rubbed his face. “Let’s get you cleaned up first.”
Which meant the usual routine—him helping me to the bathroom, steadying me while I peed. I was now in a comfortable place with him where just being naked didn’t make me throbbing hard anymore. His firm grip around my dick, aiming it toward the bowl though—caused a slight twitch.
As per usual, once I finished, he stood up to bowl himself. We stopped wearing clothes to bed, so there was no need for him to lower his boxers this time. I took my spot behind him and rested my head against his neck as he peed.
“Once these things come off, I guess I owe you a few dozen toilet aims” I said casually brushing my barely exposed fingertips across his soft cock.
“Yea, I’d say you do” he replied chuckling.
After we both finished and flushed, he helped me into the shower. It was weird knowing it might be the last time he’d have to do this. I stood there under the warm spray, leaning against the newly renovated tiled wall while Max gently worked the loofah over my back and shoulders, careful around the edges of my casts. We didn’t talk much. Just quiet touches and the occasional soft kiss to my neck or temple. Like he knew how in my head I was.
“Hey, it’s gonna be fine. Quit worrying. The doctor does this everyday, he’s not gonna hurt you”
“I know, I know. But I won’t be calm until it’s over. It’s a goddamn saw Max!”
“Here, I know what will take your mind off it” he said as he lowered himself down onto his knees.
My dick instantly began to swell, knowing what was coming. Max grabbed it at the base and slowly stroked it while maintaining eye contact with me. Once I was fully hard, he stuck out his tongue and licked the entire length before swallowing me whole. I gasped loudly “OH FUCK” as he swirled his tongue around while moving back and forth on my shaft. He’d gotten quite good at giving head and this was definitely helping take my mind off my doctor anxiety.
I placed my casted arms on his shoulders and fucked my dick in and out of his mouth. Holding him steady as my hips did all the work. As the momentum built, I couldn’t help what I said. It just slipped out.
“Fuck Max. I love you!” I stopped moving. Panicked. I didn’t mean to say that. Not yet. I mean, I did love him. But I didn’t want to freak him out and cause him to run.
Max didn’t blink. His mouth widened into a smile and he just shoved forward, putting my dick back in his throat. He bobbed on it ceaselessly. My orgasm was quickly approaching and just when I was about to cum, he pulled off and looked me in the eyes again. “I love you too Benji.”
As soon as those words left his mouth, my dick exploded with the most powerful orgasm I’d ever experienced. My knees wobbled as cum sprayed out all over Max’s face and chest. He quickly took me back in his mouth to swallow the remainder.
Once the last drop was spilled, he rose back up to face me.
“You do?” I asked nervously.
“Of course I do” he said before kissing me. My cum still all over his face and in his mouth. I was tasting myself on him with every pass of my tongue on his. But it didn’t matter. We were in love.
We slowly and passionately made out as we finished the shower and once we got out, he helped towel me off.
Then I heard Mom call from downstairs.
“Benny? Sweetie?”
I glanced at Max and he followed me to the stairs, one hand on my waist. We found her in the kitchen, phone cradled between her ear and shoulder, her laptop open and fingers flying across the keyboard.
“I’m so sorry, baby,” she said as soon as she saw me. “Something came up at work. I can’t get away for your appointment. We’ll have to reschedule for later this week.”
“What?” My stomach dropped. “No no no. It has to happen today. I—I’ve been waiting.”
She gave me an apologetic wince. “I know, I really am sorry. Maybe Friday? I’ll call them—”
“No need,” Max said, stepping forward. “I’ll take him.”
Mom blinked. The sight of us both in towels and still damp was probably a shock, but she knew Max had been helping me with my daily needs, including showering. She just didn’t know about ALL the needs he helped me with.
“Are you sure?” she asked.
Max shrugged, like it was no big deal. “I can skip the first few classes easy. It’s not problem. I’ll handle it.”
She looked between us, eyebrows raised, but didn’t argue. “Okay. If you’re sure.”
“I’m sure,” Max said.
We went back to our room and got dressed. I was still too stunned to say anything until we were in the car and halfway to the doctor’s office. I glanced over at him. “You didn’t have to do this.”
He gave me a look, then placed his hand on my knee. “I wanted to. You’ve been looking forward to this and…so have I.”
The waiting room smelled like hand sanitizer and old magazines. I kept tapping my foot, fidgeting with the hem of my shirt until Max nudged me with his shoulder.
“You good?”
“I’m fine,” I lied.
He didn’t press, but he stayed close. When they finally called my name, I felt that same spike of nerves all over again.
The exam room was colder than I expected. The nurse had me sit on the padded table and helped me take off my shirt while she asked a few questions, then said the doctor would be in soon to remove the casts. And then she was gone, leaving the door cracked and me staring at my arms like they were about to be sawed off.
Max sat on the chair beside the table. “You okay?”
I shook my head. “What if it hurts? Or it feels weird after? Or—what if my muscles are like…gone?”
He stood. “Hey. Look at me.”
I did.
He didn’t say anything more. Just climbed up onto the table behind me, legs straddling mine, arms wrapping around my chest from behind. I leaned back into him automatically, the warmth of his body grounding me.
“You’re gonna be okay,” he murmured into my ear.
The doctor walked in a moment later, holding a cast saw and a smile. “Alright, Benjamin. Ready to get free?”
I didn’t answer. Max tightened his arms just slightly around me, his chin resting on my shoulder.
The saw buzzed to life, loud and startling, and I flinched—but Max didn’t let go. I closed my eyes, muscles tense as the doctor worked carefully down my left arm, explaining each step as he went.
When the cast finally cracked open and peeled away, I sucked in a shaky breath. My skin looked pale and thin, the muscles beneath it slack. But I was finally free. Well, halfway free.
I turned my hand slowly. It moved. Weak, but no longer caged.
Max let go enough for me to shift. Without thinking, I reached out and grabbed his hand, lacing our fingers together tight for the very first time.
The doctor moved to the second cast, and I didn’t look away this time. I watched it come off piece by piece, Max’s hand a steady weight in mine.
And then it was done.
The doctor nodded. “I’ll be right back with your post-care instructions.”
As soon as the door clicked shut behind him, I looked down at my arms again. Flexed my fingers. They trembled a little. My wrists were stiff.
But they were mine again.
I turned to Max, heart pounding.
He was already watching me, eyes soft.
“Thank you.” I leaned in and kissed him.
It wasn’t urgent or wild. Just warm, quiet, full of everything I couldn’t say out loud in that moment.
His hand came up to cup my jaw, and I let myself fall into it, just for a second, letting that kiss hold me the way he had all morning.
We were still kissing when the door opened again.
I felt the shift in air, the creak of hinges, but I didn’t pull away—at least, not until I heard a startled voice say, “Oh…I’m sorry…wait, I thought you were broth—”
We broke apart just in time to see the doctor frozen in the doorway, clipboard in hand, eyebrows halfway to his hairline.
Max didn’t miss a beat. He looked straight at him and said, calm and clear, “He’s my boyfriend.”
The doctor blinked, did a half-nod like he was recalibrating, and gave a small, professional smile. “Right. That makes more sense.” He handed me the paperwork. “You’re all set. Just take it easy the next few days. Light stretches. Nothing...” he looked to Max then back to me, “…strenuous”.
I mumbled something like “Thanks,” barely looking up because my face was on fire. But Max? He was cool as ever, his hand finding the small of my back as we walked out of the room.
It wasn’t until we got back to the car that it really hit me. Boyfriend. He said it like it was easy—like it was obvious.
I slid into the passenger seat, still holding the post-care instructions, but mostly just staring at him.
“You okay?” he asked, glancing over as he turned the key in the ignition.
“You called me your boyfriend.”
He looked at me, one corner of his mouth lifting. “I mean. Aren’t you?”
My heart did this wild, fluttery thing in my chest. “Yeah,” I said, grinning like an idiot. “I guess I am.”
We sat there for a second, just…smiling at each other like complete dorks.
Then Max reached across the console and laced our fingers together. “Skip school with me.”
I blinked. “What?”
“Just today. One day. You just got your casts off. We should celebrate. Go do something fun.”
I laughed. “You’re such a bad influence.”
“You love it.”
“I love YOU” I beamed.
We ended up downtown, grabbing coffee and walking through the little shops we’d never stopped at before. Holding hands the whole time. Max didn’t care who saw. Neither did I. We kissed on a park bench, fed ducks near the river, got ice cream we didn’t finish, and talked about everything and nothing. It felt like our own little world—like time had slowed down just for us.
And when we finally got home, the house was quiet. My mom and his dad were still at work.
We barely made it up the stairs before I turned to him at the top and kissed him again, harder this time, all the nervous energy and relief and raw affection spilling over.
He caught my waist and backed us into our room, the door clicking shut behind us.
He pulled my shirt off, slow, eyes tracing every newly exposed inch of me like he was seeing me for the first time. Like I was new again.
I worked his shirt over his head, kissed down his neck, his shoulder. He cupped my face like I might slip away if he didn’t hold me steady.
We pulled our shorts and underwear off, then tumbled into bed together, tangled in sheets and breathless laughter, every kiss deeper than the last.
I gasped when he pressed down against me, skin to skin at last, no plaster between us, no limits.
Max’s hands moved over my bare skin like he was relearning me—like my body was something he hadn’t been able to fully touch until now. And he touched everything. He slid his hands down my arms, squeezed my dick, tugged my balls, then eventually his hands found my ass. He kneaded my cheeks between his grip before a single finger landed on my hole. Circling and teasing it.
I grabbed his cock for the first time. Finally being able to hold his impressive piece in my hands—I wasted no time starting to stroke it as he worked his digit inside me. His precum leaked all over my hands, showing me how badly he wanted this.
I scooped a glob off his tip and smeared it around his finger that he was working in and out of me. His own fluid acting as the lube for him to press further inside.
“Tell me if anything hurts,” he whispered against my lips, voice thick and low.
“It won’t.” I whispered back.
Then he shifted over me, our legs tangling, his weight settling just right. He brought my legs up around his waist and I didn’t hesitate. I held his gaze, heart thudding in my chest.
When he finally pushed his cock inside me, everything stilled. That familiar fullness returned and I moaned in pleasure.
I wrapped my arms around him, digging my nails into his back as he eased in, inch by inch, slow and steady. My breath caught, but it wasn’t from pain. It was overwhelming in the best, deepest way.
Max kissed my throat, murmuring, “You okay?”
I nodded, breathless. “Yeah…keep going.”
He moved with a kind of reverence, every thrust slow and purposeful, rocking into me like he had all the time in the world. Our hands found each other, fingers interlacing above my head, and I held on like I never wanted to let go.
It wasn’t fast. It wasn’t wild. It was intimate. Raw. Real.
Our bodies slid together in the quiet, broken only by the sound of our breathing, our moans, the faint creak of the mattress, and the soft whimper I let out every time he hit just the right spot.
His cock felt full inside me. Throbbing and ready to bust. More than this, it felt like it was where it belonged. In me. Like we were one. Whole.
“Harder” I groaned. And harder he went. He started fucking me like he was getting revenge. And I was loving every second of it. The rougher he was, the closer I got.
His pace picked up more as he approached his climax and each thrust landed with a loud slapping sound of our skin colliding. The speed and force of him made the slaps sound like a standing ovation at a concert.
After what felt like hours, we finally came—me first, gasping his name as I spilled my load between us, and then him, groaning into my neck as he thrust deep one last time—flooding me with his cum.
He stayed inside me as we caught our breath, one arm wrapped tightly around my waist, the other brushing sweaty hair from my forehead.
We laid there in post-orgasmic bliss, the sheets warm and tangled around our legs, the room still thick with the scent of sweat and sex. Max was lying half on top of me, head resting on my shoulder, his fingers trailing lazy patterns over my stomach like he couldn’t bear to stop touching me.
Neither of us had spoken for a while, just breathing together in that quiet space that comes after.
I shifted slightly, running my hand up his back. “That was…”
Max looked up, grinning sleepily. “Yeah.”
I laughed softly. “I was gonna try to be poetic about it, but ‘yeah’ pretty much covers it.”
He kissed the corner of my mouth, then settled back against me, both of us too comfortable to move.
We stayed like that until a knock came at the door.
“Hey,” came Richard’s voice through the wood. “Can I talk to you guys real quick?”
We had lost track of time while we were fucking and Max’s dad hopefully had just gotten home and not heard what just went on in this room. Max groaned and buried his face in my neck. “Perfect timing, as always.”
I grabbed the sheet and yanked it over me while Max half-heartedly reached for a blanket, rolling over so he was no longer on top of me, but still pressed close. We were still naked and soaked in cum underneath, tangled up together, but at least somewhat decent. Kinda.
“Yeah,” Max called, sitting up slightly. “Come in.”
The door creaked open and Richard stepped inside, eyebrows immediately lifting as he took in the scene—me flushed and embarrassed, Max very obviously naked with the blanket just covering his soft cock.
He gave us the world’s most unamused look. “Seriously?”
Max shrugged with a shit-eating grin. “What? We’re celebrating.”
“I can tell,” Richard stated bluntly, then waved a hand like he was banishing the thought from his head. “Anyway, not why I came in.”
He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. “This is your last week of school, meaning summer’s coming up, and it’s about time we plan the annual camping trip.” he said to Max before looking to me, “Max and I go every year—a weekend in the woods, no cell service, crappy food, lots of bugs. Real bonding time.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Sounds…thrilling.”
Richard smirked. “You’re part of this family now, so you’re invited as well, if you want to come.”
Max perked up immediately, twisting to look at me. “Wait, seriously? Benji can come?”
Richard shrugged. “You two are joined at the hip anyway. Might as well make room in the tent.”
Max grinned and looked at me, eyes wide and excited. “Say yes.”
I hesitated. “I mean…yeah, sure. I guess.”
Richard nodded like that settled it. “Cool. We’ll talk details later.” Then he left, pulling the door shut behind him with a muttered, “I need brain bleach.”
As soon as it clicked shut, I laughed into Max’s chest. “I think we traumatized him.”
Max was grinning. “Totally worth it.”
I pulled back slightly, raising an eyebrow. “So…camping?”
He settled against the headboard, pulling me with him so we were side by side, still wrapped in sheets. “We’ve done it every summer since I was like 9. One tent, lots of marshmallows, and Dad pretending he knows how to fish.”
“And you want me there now?” I asked, still a little uncertain. “I don’t want to interrupt your tradition. Plus, you know, we’re…together now. Won’t that be weird?”
“Nah,” Max said. “Dad’s chill. He might tease us, but he’s not gonna make it awkward.”
“You say that now, but wait until we’re sharing a sleeping bag.”
Max laughed. “I mean, we don’t have to share one.”
I gave him a look. “You want to?”
He leaned in and kissed my temple. “Obviously.”
I chewed my lip. “Okay. Then yeah. I’m in.”
He squeezed my hand under the blanket. “It’ll be fun. Just us and the stars and maybe some slight hazing since this is your first camping trip.”
“And one very confused, very repressed Richard,” I muttered.
Max snorted. “Welcome to the family.”
We settled back against the pillows, my head on his shoulder again, the idea of the camping trip hanging between us—not as a threat, but a next step. Something real. Something new.
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