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Chapter Ten We spent the afternoon swimming in the pool at Dylan's house. As I might have mentioned before, the pool was huge, not quite Olympic sized, but about fifty feet long, and twenty feet wide. It was close to ten feet deep on the end with the diving board, and three feet deep on the opposite end. The water was almost as warm as the hot August afternoon, but spending the afternoon immersed in the water still managed to feel cool and refreshing.
We played in the water for nearly two hours, first throwing the football back and forth to each other, then shooting baskets, mixed in with me tossing the basketball to Dylan while he was jumping off the diving board and quickly trying to make a basket before he went under the water. All the while the music system installed in the pool house blasted tunes from Dylan's playlist on one of the music apps on his phone.
Oh, I almost forgot to mention that since no one was home, Dylan suggested we swim without swimming trunks, which was completely awesome seeing his beautiful all-over tanned body glistening in the water. He did tell me that his parents were cool with him swimming naked, and since the trees around the pool provided a natural fence from boaters on the river and the houses on the opposite shore, as well as on both sides of their property, There was no fear of being seen from the river, or even from the opposite shore. The only way we could be seen was from anyone looking out of the massive windows that framed the family room in Dylan's house.
I felt almost embarrassed to be in and out of the water with my mostly hairless and mostly untanned body, but Dylan reassured me that I was fine and perfect just the way I was. He also suggested that I get covered with sunscreen several times, which was made extra fun and cool since he spread the cool liquid on my back and white butt several times, especially when I got out of the water. With him spreading the tanning lotion on my back and my butt, my dick responded by getting hard the second he touched me. His right hand stole a quick touch of my groin area and my erect dick and balls. As he stood close behind me, I could feel his dick against my butt as he then rubbed the sunscreen on my shoulders. I so wanted him to take me right then and there, but he then whispered in my ear as he held me close to "just wait until tonight after we go to bed." He then dove into the deep end of the pool, his hard dickhead touching his belly button and his beautiful, tanned butt the last thing I saw before he effortlessly slipped into the deep water.
We had pretty much finished swimming and were lying on two of the chaise lounges drying in the afternoon sun. Since Dylan knew his mom and sister would return soon, he suggested we put our swimsuits back on. Wearing dark sunglasses, his hair tussled from an afternoon swimming his tanned, muscular chest with the trail of dark hair leading to a full Speedo, I couldn't help but keep my own sunglass hidden eyes fixated on the god that was lying next to me as we both relaxed from the afternoon of swimming. I was hard again, just as I was most of the day. My dick almost felt like it was going to break it had been so hard, partly from seeing him on the lounge, and partly in anticipation of the night ahead. My mind was in full fantasizing mode when I finally snapped out of my trance at the sound of Dylan's mom who had just walked up on the terrace above us.
"Hi boys, we are home. Did you guys have a fun afternoon?" she asked, smiling with approval of us relaxing together. Dylan was almost startled, perhaps in a dream of his own, quickly adjusting himself as he turned to respond to his mom.
"Uh, oh yeah. Hi Mom! Carter and me had an awesome bike ride from here to Rock Cut, then to his house to check a few things out before we got back and had a great time in the pool. What time is it? I'm starving! Carter, are you hungry too?"
It was then I did realize that I was quite hungry. I nodded my head yes and replied that I was.
"Okay boys, I'll get an afternoon snack together for you guys, and will have Abbie bring it out."
"Thanks Mom!" Dylan replied, and I echoed his response as well.
I just couldn't believe how nice his mom was and how well they all treated me. In fact, this all seemed like a dream to me, and as real as it was, I was almost afraid I'd soon wake up and realize that it was just that -- a very realistic dream.
But the dream continued for the rest of the afternoon and into the early evening -- through an awesome dinner of grilled steaks, baked potatoes, a salad, corn on the cob, and finally a piece of apple pie with vanilla ice cream. Once our meal was finished, we shot some hoops in the driveway while listening to my playlist this time. Dylan did laugh about my selections, especially when some Mexican music started playing. But as I sang along in Spanish, he stood in awe of my bilingual abilities and even asked me how in the world I knew the lyrics to the song that was playing. I shrugged it off as being raised in a bilingual household where my mom spoke Spanish to me most of the time.
Finally tiring of hoops, we went in the house to relax by playing some Mario on the Play station, along with Minecraft and Fortnight. Up to the point of gaming, it had been the perfect day, perhaps the best in my life. Dylan showered first, then I showered after. While I was showering, I couldn't help but think about how cool it was that Dylan had become one of my best friends, and how much I loved being with him. He didn't see me as being the short, gay, half white/half Mexican kid who was a total loser, but he truly saw me as a friend sees a friend, and genuinely cared for me. I thought about this while I was showering and of course was pretty much rock hard the entire time during the shower, and actually had to turn on some cold water to get my hard on to go down.
When I got out of the shower, I put on a tee shirt and basketball shorts, and went out to Dylan's room. I was somewhat nervous in anticipation of what would happen when we went to bed. I couldn't wait to feel Dylan in me, and the thought of his big dick sliding in and out of my hole got me hard again. I was ready for bed now, but realized it was only about twenty minutes past seven. Relax, I told myself. Just relax!
Dylan was on his phone talking to one of his friends. I didn't want to listen in or pay attention to his conversation, so I went to the windows on the east side of his room and sat in one of the plush rockers that were positioned close to the telescope that was pointing towards the heavens. As the shadows from the trees surrounding the house crept across the opposite shore and made their way up to the rooftops of the houses, it was evident that the sun had just disappeared over the western horizon and nightfall began creeping in from the east, I looked up to the southeastern sky, and was able to pick out Saturn and Jupiter, which were rising from the east. I focused the telescope on Saturn and was actually able to see its ring! His telescope was super strong, and it was so cool to see Saturn and then Jupiter. Dylan was still talking to one of his friends on his phone about the tournament and all the fun they had. As hard as I didn't want to listen, my heart sank a bit because I figured out that Dylan got invited to a party at his friend's house tomorrow, Saturday night. I know it was selfish of me to think that I'd be able to spend the entire weekend with him from Thursday until my mom got home on Sunday, but there was still hope that he wouldn't tire of me and that we'd be able to have fun. But when he finally got off the phone with his friend from the team -- the guy with the last name of Knox -- he broke the news to me of the party.
"Hey Carter-man, um, I know we were planning to hang out tomorrow and tomorrow night, and I'd said that you could stay here until Sunday, but um, Knox just told me that his parents are having a party for us guys on the team, you know, celebrating our tournament. I, um, know that you'd like, probably be bored there, so do you mind, you know..." before he could finish, I could sense by the look on his face that he just didn't want me hanging around at some party with his friends, and that he didn't want me there. As much as I was trying to fight back the tears on the outside, for some reason I was feeling super sad on the inside. I did my best to smile and hide my sadness.
"Oh, of course there's no problem, man. I get -- I mean yeah, I probably should be home tomorrow anyway and clean up the house before Mom gets home. You, know, the pizza boxes from me and Javy, and all that. It's cool."
A look of relief quickly spread over Dylan's face. I guess I had jumped to conclusions in thinking that he was just trying to get rid of me. Thanks to my self-esteem, or lack thereof, I had immediately thought Dylan was finding a way to ditch me for his friends. But then I quickly realized that he did have friends before me and that since he was older it only made sense that he would want to spend time with them. I could not be selfish or think that I could have him all to myself, even though some part of me so badly wanted to believe that thought.
We resumed gaming on his PS4, and before we knew it, Dylan's mom came into the room to tell us that she was going to bed. Looking at the clock, we hadn't realized that it was almost midnight. She advised us to stop playing and grab a bedtime snack and to get some sleep. Dylan did have some things to do before going to his friend's party later Saturday evening. So of course, we split a frozen pepperoni pizza, each drank a Pepsi, and then returned to his room. Surprisingly, we were both exhausted. It had been a long, tiring, yet totally fun day. Dylan went in to brush his teeth and use the bathroom; I went in after him to do the same. My heart began to race with anticipation of what was to come. I had learned to try to go to the bathroom before letting Javy be in me, so I tried to do the same tonight. Since there was nothing that came out, the thought of what was to come had me hard again. I turned out the light, went back into the bedroom and was surprised to find that Dylan had turned out the light on the nightstand next to his bed, and had already fallen asleep in his bed.
It was mostly dark in the room, so using the light from my cellphone, I could see that he had fallen asleep on top of the sheets, wearing only a pair of tight red boxer briefs, the type that were cut short on the legs, almost looking like briefs. Seeing how he filled the underwear -- his full huge dickhead was almost poking over the waist band -- and I so desperately wanted to touch him, lick him, and feel his dick inside my mouth again. But since he had fallen asleep, with great disappointment, I turned off my cellphone light and crawled into the bed next to Dylan's bed and quickly fell into a deep sleep.
I'm not sure how long I'd been asleep. All I know is I was dreaming of being on a beach somewhere, lying naked on a huge beach towel, with the warm afternoon sun beating down on my suntan oil covered back. The sound of the ocean waves crashing in mixed with the sound of seagulls flying overhead, providing the perfect backdrop for a relaxing afternoon. It felt so warm, and I could feel my dick starting to get hard between my belly and the beach towel. For whatever reason, I reached down and pushed my dick down, so the underside was exposed between my legs and the top side was now down on the towel, my mostly hairless sack exposed in the sun as well. I heard the voice of a young guy who approached me from the opposite side ask me if I wanted more oil put on my back.
"Sure, that would be cool." I responded, and the guy whom I still could not see, squirted a stream of warm suntan oil across my upper back, across my butt cheeks and down the back of my legs. He began to massage the oil in on my upper back, then slowly made his way closer to my butt.
"Oh Dayne, you have such a strong back, and your butt is so fine and cute, I just love massaging it." I was somewhat perplexed as to why this guy was calling me Dayne, but I went along with what he was saying, figuring that he could call me whatever name he wanted just as long as he continued massaging the oil in my back.
Slowly his expert hands moved toward my butt, and as his soft, oiled fingers got closer to my inner thighs, I felt my dick throbbing as hard as it's ever been.
"Can I keep going? Can I touch your butt and everywhere else? Promise me you won't tell mom, okay?" It was all I could do to stop groaning with pleasure to let whoever it was continue doing what he wanted to do.
"Sure, keep going," was all I could barely whisper as he continued. His fingers slowly caressed each side of my inner thighs and were now heading to my butt and balls. My dick felt like it was going to explode by the time his fingers reached the sensitive underside, the spot that would surely push me over the edge of ecstasy.
"Okay Dayne, you're going to take me now, all of me, just like before."
I now felt this guy straddling my legs. He was naked, and his throbbing dick was grazing the inside of my thighs as he slowly eased his right index finger inside my willing hole. Soon he had three fingers in me, going in and out in a methodical manner.
"Are you ready Dayne? You ready to give the pleasure you always do?"
I murmured that I was, and soon his three fingers were replaced with his swollen member, its throbbing mushroom head slowly pushed passed my loosening hole, lubricated by the suntan oil and going deep inside my bowels. Finally, I could feel his full sack against mine, his full mound of hair against my cheeks.
"Okay Dayne, now you're going to like this."
He now began to move his huge dick in and out of my hole, each time I could feel his hard, hot dick throbbing inside me. With each movement, the feeling of his low hanging balls touching my tight sack drove me crazy and touched me deep inside. I felt the wave of something huge building inside me. Indeed, huge orgasm was growing from deep within. Slowly, he began to gain momentum in his thrusts, and finally as his dick grew and throbbed its hardest, he called out "Oh hell yeah, Dayne, you feel so fucking good and, Oh my god! I'm gonna..." and before he could finish his sentence, his dick unleashed his hot load in spasm after spasm deep into my butt, triggering the biggest load of my young life to erupt from my dick, spraying my inner thighs and legs, one that I could feel all the way down to my ankles.
"Oh my god that was awesome! He whispered in my ear. You're the best! What a great bro you are! Now don't tell mom!" With that he held his fingers to his mouth and went "Shhhhh" and slipped away from me and disappeared into the afternoon soon, leaving me almost breathless on the warm and now wet beach towel. Slowly I returned from the beach, back to reality.
I laid face down on the bed, now awake, in silence. The warmth of the summer day on the beach was gone. I had been sweating, or so I thought. My back was wet, and I could feel my butt and the rest of my body wet, especially my legs. The sweat on my back was now cooling, giving me chills across my skin. My fingers found my loosened, wet hole, and I finally came to my senses and realized that it was Dylan who had been calling me Dayne, and it was him who had crawled on top of me and came deep inside me. Oddly enough, he was now sound asleep on his bed, facing the opposite direction from me. I touched the sheets between my legs and realized that indeed I had shot a huge load of cum on the sheets. The immediate thought was one of embarrassment and shame, wondering what Dylan's mom would think, but maybe Dylan would wash the sheets without her knowing. I realized that I couldn't worry about that now. For now, I had to get up and use the bathroom, as the familiar feeling of the first time Javy had shot his load deep inside me had once again returned.
When I returned from the bathroom, I checked my phone to see that it was almost three in the morning. Dylan was sound asleep, and the entire room was dark and quiet. I brought the towel from the bathroom that I had used for my shower earlier in the evening and tried to wipe up the mess I'd made on the bed. Hopefully, it would dry by morning and Dylan's mom wouldn't see it. Either way, I was totally embarrassed. After putting the towel in the clothes basket in the bathroom, I went back to bed and fell asleep until I woke up around 6:30. I looked over at Dylan to see him laying on his back with no covers, sleeping soundly. His perfect body almost begged me to go to him and touch him everywhere, but after what happened during the night something he said stopped me from doing so. I just couldn't get why he kept calling me Dayne. It almost was sort of creepy,
The trance that Dylan's deep sleep had me in was broken by the sound of someone in the kitchen, more than likely his mom. I took one last glance at Dylan's tight red boxer briefs, which were barely concealing the arc of his morning wood. I so wanted to go to him, but once more resisted and instead slowly and quietly began to gather my things and put them in my backpack. My mind was made up that now was the time to leave and ride my bike back home. Dylan had plans for a party with his friends, and I did need to tidy up the house before Mom got home on Sunday afternoon.
Everything now put in my backpack, my tussled hair somewhat calmed down, and my Nike's on, I quietly opened the door to Dylan's room and walked down the hallway to the kitchen, where I accidently startled Dylan's mom.
"Oh Carter! I didn't expect to see you awake so early! Is Dylan awake too?"
"No Mrs. Collins, he is still asleep. I think he had a tough night of sleep," I replied, hastily trying to avoid any conversation related to our night or that Dylan was still asleep.
"Oh, okay. Well did you sleep okay? You must be hungry. I can make you some pancakes.." she offered, her voice a bit groggy as she poured herself the first cup of coffee for the morning.
"I slept okay. And actually, I'm fine. I, um, really need to get going. My, um, aunt texted me just now and told me that my mom will be home this afternoon, so I really need to get home and, you know, uh pick up the house so she doesn't get too mad at me." I hated to lie to her, because she was such a nice lady and she treated me so well, but the truth was that I just didn't feel comfortable spending the rest of the day with Dylan. My emotions were running all over the place, and I felt like I just needed to leave before I burst out crying in front of his mom.
"Well let me go wake him up so he can say good-bye to you. I know you've become his good friend and he is happy to have you as his friend, and he has mentioned to me that you are becoming like a little br--"
"No, really Mrs. Collins, it's okay. Let him sleep." I had to interrupt her from saying what she didn't want to say anyway. I barely could choke out the words that I wanted to say, and after taking a deep breath to fight off the tears I managed to tell her that I really enjoyed having Dylan as a friend and I was now a little more excited about starting high school knowing I would see him at school.
"Oh Carter, that is so nice of you to say that. Dylan has a lot of friends, trust me. But it's nice to know that you look up to him and know that he will definitely watch out for you at Harlem. He absolutely hates bullies, so you'll be in good hands, trust me." The emotions really began to creep up inside me, and before the dam broke, I went to Mrs. Collins and gave her hug out of instinct -- the customary way of saying good-bye in my mom's culture. With tears now starting to form, I broke my quick embrace and told Mrs. Collins thanks again and headed to the door to the garage, where she opened the overhead door so I could get my bike out. "Are you sure you don't want to wait for Dylan and have breakfast with us?" she asked once more.
"No ma'am, I am good. Thank you anyway and thank you again for having me over." She nodded yes, waved good-bye and closed the overhead garage door as I pedaled away.
The ride home was awesome. The damp August morning hung over the river as the stillness of the early morning had the river appearing placid, broken up only by the quiet buzz of the motor on a small fishing boat carrying two men downstream from the docks located on the southern end of Sportscore. The glanced up from their fishing poles and looked up to the path and waved at me and I waved back as I neared the limestone table where Dylan and I fooled around earlier in the summer. The thought of him came racing back in my mind again, and I realized how much I really did like him as a friend -- and more -- hoping that maybe he'd feel the same way, someday. But knowing my luck, I would only be falling for a guy who would ultimately be straight and would no longer want to have anything to do with me.