Mad Maxed

CHAPTER 10

Wiping their faces, they released each other after a few minutes and Max stood, holding his hand down to Goose to help him up. Goose accepted the hand, stumbled for a moment from the burning pain in his lower body, and leaned heavily on Max as he led him out, toweled him off and completely dressed him, not allowing Goose to do a single thing.

Max wanted to make it up to the man he had hurt so badly in ignorance, and he walked him out to his car, drove to the man’s home and helped him undress to his boxers and get into bed. Goose immediateaid aid on his stomach, burying his head in exhaustion into a pillow, and watched Max rummage through his medicine cabinet.

“What are ya looking for?” he asked.

“Ya gotta have something in here to help ya. Some kinda cream?”

If it were possible, Goose fell in love even more right then.

“Yeah, top shelf. It’ll definitely help. Thanks, mate.”

“Found it.” - Least I can do for being so fucking stupid to think the water from the shower would be enough lube for ya. -

“Hey, what are ya doing?” Goose cried and twisted his upper body at feeling Max pull his boxers down.

“Trust me, don’t ya?”

“Of course, but ya never ….. never touched. I can do it myself, mate.” The idea of an inexperienced hand like Max’s touching him there after it had been so abused was more than a bit worrisome to the hurting man.

“I know,” Max agreed as he placed a pillow under Goose’s hips to lift the man’s ass closer to him. “But isn’t that what a dom does for his sub? Takes care of him? Not just sexually but in ways like this?”

“Oh yeah,“ Goose sighed with understanding. “You been doing some research?”

“Yeah, a little, but obviously not enough for this to have happened to you. I want you to teach me, Goose. Teach me everything you know about what I’m supposed to do. Don’t want anymore mistakes.”

“I will, Max. I’ll teach you everything, starting now.”

“Good,” he nodded and squeezed some cream on his finger. “Now spread yourself.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Max still had yet to really touch the man’s bare skin other than when he had entered him on the shower room floor, and he found himself staring for a moment at how the light in the room reflected off the soft-looking blond hair that very lightly covered the pale muscular cheeks.

Then, visibly wincing, he next stared in shock at the blood covered, swollen-fleshed, muscle. He was so intent on wanting to help Goose, though, that it never even once crossed his mind that six months ago he would have thought that looking at a man’s anus was the grossest thing in the world. Right now Goose needed to be healed, and if Goose really did trust him to do it again, he couldn’t wait to feel that muscle clenching his manhood so perfectly in a way that would hopefully bring them both pleasure the next time.

“Go slow, one finger,” Goose told him, staring over his shoulder and seeing the intense look on his friend’s face.

With a look back up, Max nodded to assure the man that he had heard, and he then carefully placed his finger on the muscle.

“Yessssssss,” Goose sighed and relaxed further. The ointment was cool and soothing, just what he needed.

“More, rub it in carefully,” he continued on with instructions.

Immediately, Max removed his finger, squirted more directly on the muscle and began carefully moving his finger around, working the cream around the tender flesh.

“Now inside,” Goose said.

“Inside?” Max questioned. “You sure?”

“Hey,” Goose teased. “Who’s supposed to be in charge now?”

“OK,” Max smiled. “Don’t wanna be paddled for questioning the teacher. Goo Goose had to laugh at that. “You sure? I got a paddle right here.” And he pointed to the bedside table.

“You shitting me, Goose? A paddle?” - He likes to be paddled? …… Could be fun. -

“Oh yeah. A few other things too you might like. Nothing too extreme, though.” - But I’m definitely willing to experiment more with you, Max. -

“Maybe,” Max snorted. “But no fucking way as the recipient.”

“Yeah,” Goose chuckled. “Didn’t think so. Don’t worry, mate, that’s MY job.”

“Good, long as we understand that,” Max teased, although he was also serious. “So, maybe when you’re all healed you can show me how to use your …… things on you, the way you like it?”

“With pleasure, Sir,” Goose sighed and wiggled his ass a little. – Didn’t think you’d let me near your ass with a paddle, but I hope I can get my fingers and mouth on it some day! -

Max laughed again and lightly slapped his thigh. “OK. Hold still. I’m going in.”

“Max?”

“Hmmmm?” he answered as he put more cream on his finger.

“You don’t know how fucking long I’ve waited to hear you say that.”

“Goose?”

“Yeah?”

“Shut up.” Although it was said with twinkling eyes and a wide grin.

“Ohhhhhh,” Goose soon moaned as the finger slowly entered him. He wasn’t up for a right proper finger fuck, but he wanted that cream put in as far and around as Max would go.

“Am I hurting you?” Max asked worriedly and immediately stopped. – Can’t believe how tight, how hot, how it could take my dick without really killing him. No fucking way I’m EVER gonna bottom. -

“No, no, no,” Goose quickly assured him. “Just keep going slowly, all the way and work it around a little. Ya gotta really rub the cream in. But gently Max. God, do it gently please.”

“OK, I swear, won’t hurt you. And if I do, say something. Tell me. That’s an order.”

“I will Max. If you ever accidentally hurt me again, I’ll let ya know.”

“Good ‘cuz if ya don’t, I’ll have to paddle ya,” he quipped, although he was very serious about the entire conversation.

“You’re turning into a tease, mate,” Goose laughed, hoping for a nice right paddling by his dom some day for a play-type transgression.

“Welllllll,” the tease drawled as he worked the finger around. “I had the best teacher.”

“Flry wry will get ya everywhere, mate.”

“You saying I haven’t been everywhere yet?”

“Nope, but don’t youry. ry. Head Teacher Goose will show ya the way.”

“Looking forward to it, Teach.”

Once Max had as much cream into Goose’s ass as he could get and the man was moaning and groaning with obvious pleasure as he did it, he removed his finger, wiped it on a tissue and began to pull up the boxers.

That’s when he noticed it. He had been so busy bantering with the man and working on that muscle that he hadn’t noticed that Goose had been thrusting slightly into the pillow. When his hands glanced across the man’s erection by mistake, Goose’s entire body shook, and he turned around and stared up at Max with pleading eyes.

Max knew what he wanted. He wanted the relief he hadn’t had in weeks, and he wanted Max to give it to him. With a sigh of resignation, Max decided that there was certainly no reason not to now. His dick had been in the man’s mouth, up his ass, and his finger had been in there too. What difference did it make if he touched Goose there? Not a bloody difference in the world. It didn’t make him any less than a man to jerk off another man, and Max understood that now.
n yon your side,” he ordered softly and helped Goose ease his still aching body into that position.

“You …. I …..you….I…., ” Goose stammered in anxiety and hopeful expectation.

“What?” Max said, and looked up from staring at the man’s bare groin.

“I can do it, if you let me.”

“Don’t want you to. ‘Stop’ still applies.”

“Yes, Sir.” And he watched in amazement as Max slowly reached out. “You don’t have to, Max. I’ll be fine.” Goose was worried Max would do it and then regret it later. It was a hard step for a strong dom like Max to take, but a good dom would overcome that step and learn to pleasure his sub like his sub pleasured him. The best relationships were give and take, and theirs was finally reaching that level.

“Shut up, Goose,” Max rumbled and enclosed the man’s length with his hand.

The moment he touched him, Goose relaxed again with a heavy sigh, laid his head on the pillow and gave himself over to the feel of Max’s expert hand. His partner may have been inexperienced at everything else, but this was one act he could well perform.

Breathing quickened fast, hips thrust towards Max, and he panted out a very important question. “Can I? Can I?”

Max hesitated for a moment, although his hand didn’t stop moving. He was considering prolonging it for Goose, making him hold back a couple times. But after everything the man had been through that day and how long it had been since he had let him cum, he decided that there would always be time for that kind of play later; that this time was for Goose and only for Goose.

“Yes.”

“Oh god, thank you, Max!” Goose cried, and with another shout shot the warm fluid all over himself and Max’s hand.

“You’re welcome,” Max chuckled and proceeded to clean the man and his hand with tissues.

“What about you?” Goose asked with a pointed look at the straining in Max’s pants.

“What about me? I think I got enough for today, more than enough.”

“Never enough. But thanks. I really AM pretty wiped right now.”

“Get some sleep, Goose. I’ll pick up some more ointment and bring it by tomorrow. You think you’ll be up for work by 10 or should I call Fifi and tell him you’re staying home?”

“No don’t. Can’t afford to. Besides, I’ll be much better by morning. I bounce back fast,” he laughed. “Just need some sleep. But if you could get me more ointment, that would be great.”

“Sure thing. Night Goose.”

“Night Max.”

(END CHAPTER 10)