Taking The Leap
by David Heulfryn

 

Max was in bed when I came into our bedroom from doing my teeth. After my Dad saw me naked in the bathroom yesterday, I decided to wear my pyjama trousers just in case he came upstairs again. Once in our bedroom, I took off my pyjamas, turned off the light and got into bed.

“Min,” Max said. “Don’t you think you should wear your pyjamas tonight? In case you have another accident.”

“I don’t know. Surely it wouldn’t happen two nights in a row?”

“It might. Especially if you haven’t started taking care of yourself. Your body needs to test your systems. If you don’t do it yourself, your body will do it in your sleep.”

“Testing my systems. Is that what you’ve been doing all this time.” I laughed. “Testing your system of cock and balls. That’s a new way of describing it.” I couldn’t stop laughing. “Just leave me a moment. I need to test my reproductive system and ensure it’s working correctly. And I may need to perform similar tests every day.”

Max was laughing as well. “The only way to stop having wet dreams is to start wanking.”

I was surprised Max had used that word. Perhaps he was loosening up after all.

“So you’re saying that I need to start masturbating.” I clarified.

“Yes, Min. And I suggest you do it when you’re sure no one will walk in on you doing it. Like the shower.”

“Is that where you do it?” I asked.

“Sometimes, and sometimes when I know I’m alone in the house, I do it on my bed. But I’d prefer not to walk in on you masturbating.”

“I don’t mind, Max.” I was honest. “I don’t want any secrets between us.”

“Look, Min. If this is just because you watched me….”

I butted in, “It isn’t, although I do still feel horrible about it. I shouldn’t have done it. And although it would only be fair if you watched me, it isn’t about that. It’s about me feeling free and open with you. Besides, I like it when people look at me. It gives me a shiver all down my spine. Also, you’ve taught me so much, and I don’t want to withhold anything from you.”

“Okay, Min. But don’t let me catch you on purpose.”

“I promise.”

“Good,” Max said under his breath.

“Are you naked over there?” I asked Max, but he didn’t respond. “You are, aren’t you? I bet you are.” Max still didn’t reply, but I did hear him huff. “If you’re not going to tell me, then I’m going to find out.” I got out of bed and walked over to Max, I stood by his head, and I could now see Max as he looked at me.

“Put your willie away, Min.” Max kept looking at my groin.

“Not until I find out. Do you want me to put my cold hands under your duvet?” I grinned.

Max pulled his arms out and held down his duvet. “Don’t you dare. But if it makes you happy, yes, I am.”

“Let me see!” I jiggled up and down excitedly.

“Not today, Min.”

I blew Max a raspberry, turned round and thrust my bare arse in his face. “You’re no fun,” I said as I got back into bed.

I changed the subject because I wanted to know how Max got on with James. “What happened with you today? How did it go with James? Did you walk back together?”

I left the air silent while Max thought or found the courage to tell me. When he got home, I couldn’t sense if he was happy, sad, stressed or afraid. He just seemed to be Max. Before now, I couldn’t get him alone to ask him about James. But I also wondered if he avoided me so he didn’t have to talk to me. Max always seemed more open in our conversations while we were in bed, in the dark, so we didn’t have to look at each other.

“It went well. I noticed him looking at me when we showered, and he made sure he was next to me. When we smiled at each other, I stopped feeling nervous and knew I wanted to do it. So after we dressed, he asked if I wanted to go to the clubhouse, but I said I needed to get home and wondered if he wanted to walk with me. When I asked that, his face lit up, and I felt my stomach lurch, in a good way.”

“That’s brilliant, Max. So what did you talk about? Did you bring up what you did?”

“I didn’t need to. As we walked, it didn’t feel like we needed to talk about it. I just went for it and asked him out.” Max then went silent. I waited for him to tell me what had happened, but he didn’t speak. I heard nothing from his side of the room, no breathing or fidgeting. If I didn’t know, he could not have been there.

“Max?” I eventually broke the silence, “Max? Are you alright? What did James say? Talk to me, Max. He didn’t flip, did he?” I was worried.

Max sighed, “No. Sorry, I was just thinking of that moment again. I’ve never felt so happy in all my life.”

“That’s great!” I smiled and looked over at the dark shadows where Max lay.

“He said yes and then kissed me. We snogged right in the middle of the pavement, and I didn’t care. I didn’t care who saw us and what they thought. It was the best moment of my life.” I could tell he was beaming by the tone of his voice. And then his tone changed. He sounded sad, like the weight of the world was on his shoulders again. “I have to break up with Jane. I can’t go out with both of them.”

“What will you tell her? She’ll go mad if you tell her you’re dumping her for a boy. It’s bound to get round school. She could make your life hell.”

“I know, Min. You don’t have to spell it out, I know. But I hope she’ll understand.”

“What about Mum and Dad? What will you tell them? Are you ready to come out?”

“No, I don’t know. What would I come out as? I don’t know what I am. This is about me finding out. I hope Jane gives me time to find out. It may be just a phase or an infatuation with James. I need to talk to Jane first before I decide what I do. In some sense, it will be down to her. How she reacts. I really don’t want to hurt her, Min.” Max sounded miserable.

It really should have been a moment of great joy for Max. But instead, he was dwelling on his girlfriend. He would always do this, find a reason not to be happy. He worried too much. He worried about everything.

“Think about that tomorrow, Max. For now, just think about James and how he makes you feel. You sounded so giddy when you talked about him. You should. He sounds great, and I can’t wait to meet him.”

Max laughed. “I’m not letting you meet him. You’d show me up.”

“Please, Max,” I begged. “I promise not to do anything to embarrass you. I just want to see the boy who finally made you happy. I think it’s sweet.”

Max pretended to be sick, “Don’t make me gag. Me and Jane were sweet, me and James are….” He didn’t know how to finish his thought.

“Sexy?” I suggested, “Manly… Ooh, I know. Horny. You and James are horny.”

We both laughed, but we were making too much noise and quickly quietened down. We didn’t want our parents downstairs to hear us.

“Stop it, Min.”

“You’re horny now.” I teased. “I bet you’re hard under that duvet.”

“Shut up, Min!”

“Are you hard, Max? Why don’t you have a wank and think about James?

“Stop it, Min. I’ve not going to have a wank.” Max was adamant.

“Can I?” I teased.

“Don’t you fucking dare.” Max giggled. “You don’t know how, anyway.” Max shot back.

“Ooh, that hurts, Max.” I giggled. “Why don’t you show me.”

“Fuck off, you perv.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t make you. I know you’re saving yourself for James. I hope he’s saving himself for you too.”

“You twat, Min. We’re not a couple of naïve virgins. I bet James is touching himself tonight, he told me he would, and he’d be thinking of me. He says he does most nights.”

I laughed. “I never thought of you as being someone’s wank fodder. How does it make you feel knowing that someone is imagining your naked body and stroking their cock, making them cum.”

“Stop it, Min.” Max squirmed.

“I’m closing my eyes, Max. I’m thinking of you naked.” I laughed.

“Pack it in, Min. You’re not allowed to think of me naked. James is. I gave him my permission.”

“Okay, Max. I promise never to think about your hot naked body when I close my eyes.”

Max sighed. “You can’t do it, can you, Min. You can’t be sensible, can you? You always have to make fun of me.” I heard Max sniff.

It sounded like he was crying. “Max! I’m sorry.” I dashed out of bed and went to Max. I hugged his bare torso. “Sorry, Max. I was just being silly. I wasn’t making fun of you.”

I felt Max shudder beneath me. I was scared I’d hurt him. But the shudders weren’t from tears. They were from him trying to stifle his laughter.

“You are so easy, Min.”

“You bastard, Max.” I slapped his bare shoulder. It sounded worse than it was.

“Now get your bare arse back to bed. I don’t want you blowing on my bedclothes. I know you have no control over your balls.”

I went back to bed.

“I hope I don’t have another wet dream tonight.” I sighed.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if you do. And I know who you’ll be thinking about. Yours truly.” Max giggled.

I got out of bed. My cock was hard, and I rummaged in my drawers for my pyjama trousers. I slipped them on. “I think you’re right. I’d better wear something tonight, just in case.”

“Good thinking, Min.”

“It feels weird,” I told Max. “I know it’s only been a few days, but I’ve got used to everything hanging out.”

“Please, Min.” Max groaned. “I don’t want to have to think about your cock.”

“It’s only fair. You’re letting me think about your cock. I’m now putting my cock in your mind.” I wondered. “Whose do you think is nicer?”

“Seriously?” Max said. “You want to know who’s got the nicer cock.”

“Why not? I know yours is bigger, and you’ve got more hair, but I’ve got a longer foreskin. I think yours suits your body. It’s in proportion. Even hard, it looks nice. Not too big, just the right size.” Max didn’t respond to how I described his cock. I suspect I’d embarrassed him. “What do you think about mine?” I asked.

Max pondered and just said, “It looks cute.”

“Ah, thanks, Max.”

“I think you look cute, and James is very lucky to be going out with you.”

All I could hear was Max breathing.

“I love you, Max.”

“I love you, Min.” He whispered.

 

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