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Max?s Freudian Slip</p> Chapter 2</p> by craigp@protonmail</p> *</p> Author?s Notes:
Thanks to all of you who took time to respond to the first chapter.** I got a better response than I expected, especially given the first chapter was absent any ?interesting parts?.
*This is the fictional account of a relationship that develops between a man and a teenage boy.* It might involve some sex at some point (wink), so if that sort of thing offends you, then maybe you should go read something else.
If you desire a super quick sex story to wank to, this is probably not your cup of tea.** (Check out my Trey and Uncle Bill story which is more suitable for that ? in addition to being a good story ? link at the end).
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Chapter 2 - Arrangements
I will get to the content of the message from Max?s therapist in a minute.* But first I need to back up.** I eluded a couple times in chapter 1 that Max had endured a rough year leading up to the New Year?s Eve party at our neighbors.* I need to explain.
Max?s parents split up last year.** Now, that is certainly not unusual these days, though it is still typically rough on the children.* It was WHY they split up that made it even tougher on Max??
I came home from work one day last summer - I think it was in July.** As I drove towards our house, I saw that Noah and Max were shooting hoops in my driveway.*** This was ok - all the kids on our street knew that we were ok with them using our goal.** I never mind having kids around (naturally).* The sound of kids playing is truly like music to my ears.** And occasionally, like that day, it provides a bit of eye candy. It was warm enough that Noah and Max had tossed their t-shirts on the grass and were playing in just their shorts.
I honked the horn as I approached to get their attention and they both stepped aside so I could pull my BMW into the garage.*** I of course went back out to talk to the boys.** ?Hey Noah, how?s it going?** Hey Max, haven?t seen you in a while.?
Noah waved.* Max was more talkative.* ?Hi Mr. Peters!** Cool car!?
?Thanks Max.?* I had just gotten it a few months before and it was pretty sharp.* ?Maybe I can give you a spin in it sometime.* You hanging with Noah today??
?Yeah, my rents had?um?stuff they had to take care of,? he answered, looking down.* As we talked I looked his muscular body up and down.* His 12 year old frame was chiseled perfection.** Drops of perspiration rested on his well defined pecs.* I tried not to stare as I looked lower, where the ripples of well developed abdominal muscles bulged around his shallow belly button.* The beginning of the v-line led to the waistband of his American Eagle underwear, which was barely visible below his black Nike shorts.* As he moved about, I tried to make out if there was any bulge in his shorts but didn?t see much other than a slight bump.*
Noah was wearing white shorts, so his bump was a little more pronounced.* I quickly excused myself to go change clothes.* I was beginning to sweat and wanted to get my shirt and tie off, plus I was afraid I was starting to bone up looking at the two shirtless boys.* I also wanted to get the yard mowed and wanted to knock it out before dinner.
When I came back out, I shot the ball around with Noah and Max for a couple minutes.* I couldn?t resist putting off the mowing a while longer enjoying the view of two sweaty boys.** After about 10 minutes of hoops, Noah?s mom?s SUV came down the street and I ended up in their driveway, just exchanging small talk with her.*** ?You want a beer?? she offered after a couple minutes.* ?This was a long day, I need one,? she said.
Beer trumps mowing anytime and we were soon sitting Didim Escort in the shade of their front porch enjoying a cold beer.** We hadn?t been sitting long when Max?s mom pulled into the driveway.* I actually had never met either of Max?s parents so when Stacy came up the walk, Lisa quickly introduced me before the two of them started talking.
Eavesdropping on their conversation was awkward, as they quickly got into the topic of Max?s dad moving out of the house and some of the logistics of their break-up.* This was the first I knew that his parents were divorcing ? like I said, I had only met Max.** I tried to mostly pay attention to my phone while working on my beer.*** As soon as it was empty I planned to excuse myself.
But then their conversation went off the rails.* All of sudden they were talking about prosecutors, defense lawyers, supervised visits and ?the other families.?* It was becoming quite apparent that Max?s dad had done something seriously wrong.
Stacy looked at me.* ?You?re probably wondering what we?re talking about.* Well, I?ll tell you.** After being married almost 16 years I found out my husband is a fucking pedophile!?
?What?? I exclaimed - trying to appear shocked at such a thing could exist in upper middle class suburbia.* ?How the hell??** I also immediately wondered if Max was involved.* Could it be?* An incestuous pervert dad?
?Yeah, well our best friend?s daughter told on him.** He?s apparently been molesting here since she was 10.?
?And how old is she now??
?Just 11.* Can you fucking believe it?* 10 years fucking old!? Stacy whined.

Lisa (Noah?s mom) explained more.** ?They were close families just like ours are.** They vacationed together like we do