Carter and the Biker Boy

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Carter and the biker boy

Chapter 18

Sunday. Labor Day weekend.

My incredible Labor Day weekend was now officially half over. I woke up in Dylan's bedroom sometime around 8:30 in the morning when the sun came streaming in the huge windows on the east side of Dylan's room.

The events of the night -- or early hours of Sunday -- left me feeling different in many ways. One such way was the obvious. Being in an orgy type situation with three other hot guys was a huge turn on and an experience that I'll never forget. It almost cemented myself in this lifestyle as a gay boy who truly does love having gay sex. The idea of being used like Dylan used and pleasured me was awesome. I mean being with guys like him that took charge over me and gave me direction made it easy for me to not second guess what he or the other guys wanted from me. As I write this just the memory of what happened has me all horned up and wishing it could happen again. My only hope is that it will happen again soon, if not with all of those same guys, at least with Dylan. He just turns me on so much, and when he instructs on me what to do, it makes me become so very much horned up and willing to satisfy him . There is, however, something that seems to be missing from being with him and the other guys. I can't really put my finger on it, but I can tell it's not there. I have to say that receiving Parker's text late Saturday night/early Sunday morning made me cry, and once again I'm not sure why. Seeing the picture he took of us with his arm around me, both of us smiling got me very sentimental and really missing him. So that's why I'm hoping we can spend time with each other again Sunday afternoon.

I laid in bed half asleep and half-awake Sunday morning in Dylan's bedroom. The other guys, Dylan, Javy, and Isaac were all still asleep. Dylan was laying on his back wearing just his boxers, with no covers over him. His morning wood was tenting his boxers big time, and I wanted to go to him, but as he stirred in his bed, his right hand reached into his boxers and began to stroke his big dick. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, but since he was sound asleep, he must have been dreaming of something sexual. I thought it would be best to not disturb him. Javy and Isaac were also on their backs, uncovered as well. Both were wearing their black soccer shorts; both were also boned up with morning wood. Same thing, I thought I'd best not go to them and touch them, as much as I wanted to give each of them another blow job. Instead, I opted to quietly get up and go pee. While I was in the bathroom, my phone buzzed, and it was my mom. I quietly answered and she asked when I was coming home. I responded that I wasn't sure, as Dylan wasn't awake yet. She then said that she would come and pick me up since she wanted me to be home before she went to bed, so she could see me. I told her that was fine and told her to text me when she got here.

Twenty minutes later, my phone buzzed, and she was here at Dylan's house. Quietly, I grabbed my backpack, let myself out of Dylan's room, walked down the hall to the kitchen where once again Mrs. Collins was making breakfast.

"Well good morning Carter, how did you sleep?"

"I slept well Mrs. Collins. Dylan, Isaac and Javy are still sleeping, and my mom is here to pick me up."

"Oh, so you won't be able to stay for breakfast then, I take it?" she responded in a sad tone of voice.

"No, I am sorry, but thank you very much. And please tell Dylan that I had an enjoyable time and thank him for inviting me." She said that she would, and that she hoped to see us again soon.

Yawning, I walked out of their house and got into the car with my mom. Right away she asked me about how much sleep I'd had.

"Angel me amor, como estas? Cuanto dormiste anoche? You look really tired." Mom asked, knowing I didn't get much sleep.

"I didn't get very much, mama. You know how those parties are, we stayed up late playing games and stuff. Before I knew it, the time passed by until sometime around two a.m.."

"Okay Angel. Necesitas dormir para estar descansado para la escuela." She told me, reminding me that I needed to get rested before school starts on Monday.

"Si mama, yo se. I know that I need to get caught up. But I was going to ask you something before you go to sleep."

"Que quieres saber, mi amor?" she asked, hesitant to wonder just what it was I wanted to do.

"Um, well, Parker invited me over for tonight and..." she stopped me-mid sentence.

"What did we just talk about? I will need to sleep on this. I know you don't want to stay home. But you know your Tia wanted you to come over and spend tonight with them and Javy, didn't you?" My stomach almost got upset enough that I thought I was going to vomit all of what went in last night. The thought of spending the night with Javy only meant that now he would use me all night long, especially if he stayed up all night, or if he somehow convinced my Tia to let him come to my house.

"I didn't know that mama. But I'm thinking about trying out for wrestling, and Parker wants me to practice with him. He has a mat in his basement, and we can both work on wrestling moves."

Either my mom was super tired, or she really read into more about Parker than I thought. But what she said made me even more sick to my stomach.

"What wrestling moves? Is he gay too? Are you boys having sex in his house?"

"Mama! No es la verdad!" He is like a best friend to me!" I almost started to cry. I then lied and hid what I was sure was the truth. "Parker no es joto como yo (a fag like me). Por favor mama, puedo ir?"

"I am sorry mi amor, I'm just really tired and I guess I jumped to conclusions. I just don't want you getting hurt. You are such a good boy and I do like Parker, and it sounds like he's a good boy too and comes from a good family. Let me sleep on it and I'll tell you when I wake up, okay?"

As we pulled into the driveway and went into the house, we hugged and when Mom went to shower, I crawled into my bed and fell fast asleep. I didn't even hear her tell me good night, or good day of sleep, or whatever.

I awoke some six hours later from a very deep, dreamless sleep. It was nearly four in the afternoon, and Mom was also still asleep. Checking my phone, I had a couple of texts from Parker, saying that it was okay for me to spend the night with him again. I texted him back and told him that I had to wait for my mom's permission. He responded that he understood. Not so surprisingly was a text from Javy, and a separate text from Dylan. First, the text from Javy.

< Hey primo. `sup?

< Nada. Tu? Just woke up from sleeping all day. LOL.

< Same. Cansado. Me duele mi culo y no me gusta esto. (I'm tired, my ass hurts, and I don't like that).

< Yeah, that happens after the first time. But you came while Dylan was in you.

< that was strange. But I'm not gay.

< LOL (emoji with rolling eyes.)

< Dude don't tell anyone por favor.

< yeah no worries guey. You gonna do it again?

< fuck no cabron no soy joto como tu. (I'm not a fag like you)

I wanted to tell him to fuck off, but I had to be careful that he didn't expose to my mom or his parents what went down at Dylan's last night. If he did, I'd never be able to see Dylan again, and I'm sure that my Tia and Tio would be very upset at me again. So I didn't answer him back. After about five minutes, he texted me again.

< So can I come over tonight and spend the night?

Seriously? What the fuck? I didn't answer him back.

Then there was Dylan's text.

< Carter-man, how are you? Hope you had a good time at the party. You were the life of the party! Isaac had fun and said he likes you. Chase did too. Sorry you left before I got up. Hope to see you again soon.

< Thanks Dylan. I'm good. A little...sore. LOL. But good. Party was awesome. Thanks for the invite. Good memories of the summer.

< Sure thing little bro. Love to see you again. (winking emoji).

< I'd like that. (big smiley face emoji).

< Later bro.

< later.

I still hadn't answered Emma's text from the previous night. She probably thought I was upset with her. Maybe I'd get to it tomorrow. Then again, maybe not?

Mom finally woke up with about an hour to go before she had to start her overnight shift at the hospital. She did give me permission to go to Parker's house providing that I did get home first thing in the morning and that I at least got some decent sleep. I told her that I would, and even though it did hurt to move around from what happened last night, I was so happy to text Parker right away.

< Hey Parker, Guess what?

< Carter! I almost thought you forgot about me (sad emoji)

< No! Never!

< So?

< Yes! I can sleep over again tonight!

< Excelente! I cannot wait! Are you going to ride your bike up again?

< Yes, as soon as Mom leaves in a few minutes, I'm going to shower and then come up.

< (huge smiley face with a thumbs up)

< I do have to eat something though after I shower.

< We have food here. Dad grilled steaks if u want one.

< I love steak! See you in 30 mins.

< (thumbs up emoji again).

I gave Mom a hug and kiss just before she walked out the door for work. She looked really tired and told me to have a good time at Parker's house and to remember to be on my best behavior and be sure to mind my manners. I reminded her that I always do, and that my friend's parents always love me because I always behave.

Quickly I found some clean clothes including my black boxer briefs, Nike socks and shorts, a tee-shirt, and my gray sweatpants. As I hopped in the shower and let the hot water cascade over my body, the events of last night entered my mind again, causing my dick to get hard. As I carefully washed my backside, my butt was tender and sore from being fucked by Dylan and Javy. Touching there though did feel good and suddenly I longed to feel them again. I was quickly lost in deep thought as the events of last night played back like a video taken of me being used by the guys. I could see myself going down on each of them, being fucked, and also shooting my load across Javy's muscular, tanned, smooth chest. Almost by instinct, my right hand found my leaking dick, and as I stroked it, smearing the precum all over the head of my dick, within minutes I felt the wave building inside me, and sure enough I shot another load of semen all over the side of the shower. My dick stayed hard, as if it was ready to go again. But as I washed all of my cum off of the side of the shower wall, I tried to ignore the fact that I was still quite horny.

Since it was still nice out, I dressed quickly in a nice Cubs t-shirt, a pair of black Old Navy boxer briefs, dark blue Nike shorts, white ankle socks, my black Nike shoes and I was good to go. My half erect dick just would not go down despite already jacking off in the shower. Once I hopped on the bike and headed to Parker's house, maybe it would subside. Night light on, garage lights on, door locked, and I was on my way. A short five minute ride and I was at Parker's house, where once again he was shooting hoops in the driveway. Once again a huge smile came across his face, the same smile that makes me melt.

"Hey Carter! What's up bro?" he said, rushing over to greet me as I got off my bike.

"Not much man, just happy my mom let me come over tonight. She wasn't too happy that I didn't get much sleep last night. But I made up for it by sleeping most of the day. So however late we stay up tonight, I'm all good!"

"Oh, so you were up late last night, huh? And why did this happen?" he asked, trying to find out what my night was all about. "I texted you, but you didn't respond. Guess you were having too much fun, huh?"

"Oh, you know," I responded thinking on the fly, since there was no way I was going to tell him much about what happened at the party last night. "It was really a boring night at Dylan's party. I guess I just couldn't sleep and that's why I stayed up late. Too much Pepsi, I think," as I laughed it off trying to get around the truth.

"So you went to Dylan's party after all." Suddenly, he seemed to be a little down, but then I reminded him that I would have rather stayed again at his house, but his mom wouldn't let anyone spend the night last night. "That's right, sorry, I guess it's none of my business. You didn't have fun?"

"Not as much fun as we did Friday and Saturday: biking, wrestling, and playing video games in your basement, silly!" Now his smile returned. Crisis averted.

"Well that's cool. At least you could come over tonight. Are you hungry? Mom saved a steak and some potatoes for you, so if you want to eat now, then I thought maybe we could do a quick bike ride before the sun sets?" I told him that I'd love that, so we went in the house. The steak was a bacon wrapped six ounce filet, grilled medium, with sauteed onions, potatoes and onions and a fresh garden salad. Parker sat next to me talking about baseball, then about wrestling, which of course got me thinking about later when we could once again be practicing wrestling on the mat downstairs. I did meet his Aunt Jen and Uncle Rich, who were here for the weekend. They both seemed like nice people, and they did thank me for being such a good friend to Parker. They commented that "Parker has told us a lot about you" which made me smile and blush at the same time.

I ate dinner quickly, put my dishes in the dishwasher and a few minutes later we were on the bike path riding out to Rock Cut State Park. I told Parker that I knew another part of the park where we could have a clear view of the setting sun, which he thought was cool. Sure enough as we got to the grassy bluff on the northwestern part of the park, the sun began creeping down to the horizon. Due to the recent wildfires in the western states, the sky here took on a fiery orange cast as the minute amount of smoke in the upper atmosphere was carried here by the jet stream and filtered the normally bright skies, which provided the now eerie colors to the waning sun.

The warm air of the early evening was now giving way to whispers of coolness creeping in, and although it was still quite warm for early September, I kind of wished that maybe I would have been wearing a long sleeve shirt or pants for the ride back to Parker's house. But as we sat back in the ragged grass drinking our bottled water, Parker was close enough to the feel the heat coming from his body that was covered with a slight sweat.

"Cool sunset, huh?" he acknowledged, staring forward taking a sip from the bottle of Aquafina.

"Yeah, this is pretty cool with the smoke from the forest fires out west. I mean, it's not cool that the forests are burning, but it's cool to see the skies this color. I bet the sunrises are spectacular too!" I added, thinking that just maybe I'd be able to see a sunrise soon, something I'd not seen in a while. Parker nodded in agreement, but quickly changed the subject.

"So what did you guys really do at Dylan's party? Were there a lot of people from school there? Any hot girls?" This was the first time that Parker had mentioned anything about hot girls, or girls period. Was he trying to throw me off?

"Well first off, there weren't any hot girls, or even girls at all. It was just some guys from Dylan's summer baseball team that go to Harlem, Isaac the co-captain of the varsity soccer team, my cousin Javy, and me. Um, we just swam in his pool, played some water basketball, Marco polo, and then we sat by a little campfire type thing he had on his patio." I tried not to divulge too much information, but I sensed he wanted to know more.

"So no girls, just guys, huh? Did everyone spend the night?"

"No, just me, Javy, and Isaac." Then I blurted out perhaps a little too much info. "We didn't go to sleep until around four o'clock in the morning and we all slept in Dylan's room.

"Really? That sounds cool. I bet he must have a big room for all four of you?"

"It is! In fact it's probably the size of your basement area where your wrestling mat and family room area is. He has a sofa, a love seat, a recliner, and two beds, and STILL has room for a gaming area!" I responded sounding perhaps a bit more emphatic than I should. But what could I say, it is an impressive bedroom.

"So, um, Dylan. He's the guy you met over the summer, right? The guy that got hit on his bike outside of your house, correct?" I nodded that he was. "And he's like a total jock and a senior?" I responded with an uh huh. "Well that's cool that he became your friend."

Then the conversation headed in a different direction. "Does he work out? He sure looks ripped, like he spends his time in a gym weightlifting and all. You said you spent the night at his house before, right?" I replied that I did, uncertain of how much to divulge to Parker and also fearful that he might like Dylan better than me.

"So he didn't have any girls over for the party. Does he have a girlfriend? I mean a hot ripped guy like him ought to have girls hanging all over him. Don't you agree?" I tried to be elusive because I thought I knew where it was going. But I tried to stop the conversation before I said too much.

"Yeah, I mean, maybe he does. I really don't know. He's never really talked about it with me, and I've never asked. He's just been a cool friend to me. I'm sure those soccer dudes all have hot chicks all over them -- Isaac and Javy, and the entire team. Javy hasn't said much to me about a girlfriend, but he's always been kinda geeky, I think." Then I threw the conversation back to him. "What about you, with being a jock, haven't you had hot chicks hanging all over you like at the wrestling matches, the swim meets and in baseball?" His response showed a weakness, and I almost felt bad attacking him as he hung his head and looked away.

"No. I'm... just not lucky with girls. I mean, I like them, of course, but there's just... I don't know... I haven't really met anyone hot that I think is pretty and moving up here of course took me away from my school and all. But I guess that's not an excuse. I'm just not looking right now I guess. Is that... okay?" His response did surprise me a little, but not a lot. He didn't speak the words that I wanted to hear, that he is gay. Then again, I didn't divulge everything that transpired last night to him either. As much as I wanted to touch him, tell him about who I was, I couldn't, and even if I did, if he had a crush on Dylan or even Javy, would he want to be with me? Dang lack of self-confidence again. We were silent for a few minutes as I was lost in thought wondering what to say next. Our happy moods were fading faster than the orange sun that was about to set.

"Carter? Hello? Anyone home up there?" he playfully knocked on my head, tussling my hair a bit, his touch radiating through my body, ending up you know where.

"Sorry, I just sort of got lost in thought. Yes, of course it's okay that you're not looking for a girlfriend right now. In fact, um I get it. It's okay with me. Girls...well..." I wanted to say that I'm not into girls, I'm into guys. But the words just wouldn't come out of my mouth. Why?! "I am..." blurt it out, go for it dummy, I thought to myself "...not ready for another failed relationship like I had in 8th grade." I took the freaking easy way out. Fuck! "So dude, it's okay. We can just be bro's and not worry about..."

"Ho's!?" he laughingly responded, and I burst out laughing and was glad the mood was lightened. Out of nowhere, Parker pushed me down from my seated position in the grass and we began to wrestle around, laughing, with me desperately trying to get away from his grip, but it was no use. Before I could grasp ahold of what was happening, he had me pinned flat one my back, legs straight out, arms above my head, his hands holding my wrists down. He was sitting on what I was sure was getting harder by the second, and as he looked into my brown eyes, I waited for something to happen, like I wasn't sure what, but as his blue eyes gazed into mine, I think we saw each other's soul, and I desperately wanted to do something, to give in, to let my façade down, so he could see the real me. But just as I thought he was going to do something, he rolled off me. He stood up, adjusting what was just as hard as mine.

"Dude, we better get going. It's going to get dark quickly, the sun has set!" As he spoke, he looked at me from head to toe, definitely seeing what had grown in my shorts. Then with a little laugh he said, "Race you to the bikes!"

We barely made it back to his house before it was totally dark. When we were riding along Harlem Road going west to the river, a couple of cars honked at as and the passengers yelled something at us as they drove by like "get off the roads you stupid idiots!" It was really creepy when we entered the woods on the path along the river. It wasn't until we were going by the hidden flat rock where Dylan and I had fun that the series of path lights came on.

They didn't complete illuminate everything, but it was bright enough to see a raccoon dart out on to the path as we whizzed by, scaring the crap out of both of us. I thought for a moment that we were both going to lose control of our bikes as we swerved to miss the raccoon, but fortunately we regained control and kept going.

A short distance past the scary raccoon we nearly ran into three figures that were walking on both sides of the path. As we got close enough to determine who they were, I was startled to see that it was those idiots Terrell and Connor. They were with an older black kid that I didn't recognize. They recognized me just as I recognized them, and of course they blocked the path and didn't let us pass.

"Hey, look! It's fag boy Carter and his faggot boyfriend. So what's up boys, were you off sucking each other's dicks somewhere, just like you sucked our dicks this summer?"

Boldly, I responded with words that even shocked me as I said them.

"I think you got that wrong. You guys are the faggots and are going off to suck off each other. I bet you even fuck each other's fat butt, too. Now let us pass so you guys can get on to playing with each other."

Even in the mostly dark, I could see Parker's eyes getting wide in the faint orange glow of the lone streetlight along the path as he got off his bike and prepared to defend me. The older kid spoke.

"Faggot, you got big balls speaking to us like that. I got half a notion to beat the shit out of you."

"Yeah, you heard Darius. Me and Terrell will crush your faggot asses and then fuck you up so bad." Connor boldly responded, taunting me. "You know you want to taste my dick again just like you did..."

"That's enough! Now I don't know you guys and judging by the way you're talking to my friend here, it sounds like you're the ones who are the faggots here talking about sucking dick so much. So here's what's gonna happen. You're going to get out of the way, go about your night. We're going to go home and forget this happened." My jaw was almost on the floor as Parker calmly talked to them.

"Oh listen to you, big man, defending your lover boy here." Darius spoke again. He made a move as if he had something in his pocket.

"Darius, is it?" Parker calmly asked the tall older kid. "I'm willing to bet that you've done time in the joint, right? If so, then you know you'll be the one that's afraid of showering because those big boys in the joint like fucking a fine young black boy like yourself. You mess with us, you will get caught since there are cameras around here that will identify you and these two bozos. So unless you want to get sent back to the joint to get fucked on a nightly basis, you'd better talk to your homies here and tell them to leave us be."

At first it looked like Darius was going to make a move as both Terrell and Connor made a move to surround both me and Parker. My heart was beating a million beats per minute, and I felt a wave of fear creep over me, afraid of what was about to go down. My bladder felt like it was going to explode at any second. Parker calmy stood his ground and did not move, only looking quickly at each of the teens, wary of what would be his response should they make a move on him.

"Darius, think about it." He now spoke in a calm voice. "I don't think beating us underage boys up is worth you doing time. Think about. We've done nothing to you, and I don't want this to get ugly. So just let us pass, and you guys can go about your way. No harm done."

Despite the cool night, you could almost feel the testosterone permeating the damp air. Three against two, bad versus good. Fight versus flight. I was ready to run as fast as my shaking legs would allow. Standing almost a foot above Parker and close enough to wrap his arms around him without moving forward, Darius spoke.

"Little man, you must got balls of steel. We don't want no trouble with y'all. So we gonna go `bout our way and you go yours. C'mon homes, let's go."

Slowly they backed away from Parker, who was still standing his ground. Both Terrell and Connor stared at me as if to say that "this is not over" but they followed Darius and the three continued walking, not saying a word. I looked at Parker who was still in fight mode. He had an intense look on his face, and finally he broke the mode, looked at me and smiled.

"Oh my god, Parker, that was... amazing. I nearly peed my pants. I could have never done that! How did you... no, never mind, let's get out of here and head to your house." But first I grabbed him and hugged him tightly, breaking the trance he was in. He exhaled, and tried to relax, but he was still in that zone."

"You see, Carter. That's how it's done. Know your enemy, try to solve things diplomatically and never let them smell your fear. Talking usually solves situations. Now we better get out of here before they change their minds."

I agreed, and we mounted our bikes and headed back to his house. My mind was racing nearly a hundred miles an hour. What would I tell Parker if he asked about what Terrell and Connor stated about me blowing them this summer? Would he write it off as them just talking smack or realize that I did actually do that to them? As we approached Parker's house, he typed in the code to open the garage door, we put our bikes in, and headed into the house.

Parker's parents and aunt and uncle were playing cards, so they really paid no attention to us other than acknowledge that we'd returned. We grabbed some sodas from the kitchen refrigerator and headed to the basement. Parker collapsed on the old worn cloth sofa that looked like it should have been thrown out years ago, but it was so comfy that I too would have kept it. Parker spoke first.

"That was freakin' crazy, you know that don't you?" I replied that I did. "What a couple of losers, those two. And just who was the other guy, Darius? I could have taken all three of them out, but I was really afraid that he had a knife or something in his pocket. Did you see him move his hand around in his jacket pocket?"

"I did see that, and I was scared for my life too. But dude, you're amazing! Thank you so much!"

"It's going to cost you, Michaels. Just what did you do to those guys to get them so pissed at you?"

I then realized that sooner or later I was going to have to confess to my new best friend about who I was, what I'd done and just hope like hell that he wouldn't throw me out. I was about to speak when the basement door opened up and Parker's mom yelled down to us.

"Parker! Carter! Come up here a minute. Do you boys want some pizza?"

"Sure Mom!" Parker yelled up.

"Sure Mrs. Nelson" I replied right after Parker. We then told her what we would like on our pizza and after getting the order squared away, we went back downstairs to the sofa. Parker turned on the television to the baseball game in time to see the Cubs quickly fall behind to their rival Cardinals in the very first inning. Since he is quite passionate about baseball, he got frustrated right away.

"Oh man, the Cubs can't do anything this year." He stated. They're just not like they were in 2016. Man, I miss that team."

"Yeah, I agree. That was a great year and was the first year I really started watching the Cubs with my abuelito." Guess I picked a good year, the year they won their first championship in how many years?" Parker laughed.

"Probably going to be another hundred years until they win another one." We both laughed.

Although we were joking about baseball, in the back of Parker's mind I could tell he was still thinking about what happened on the bike path. When he starts to nibble on his fingernails, I can tell he's got something on his mind that's not necessarily bothering him, but something he needs to resolve. After watching another inning of the game, sure enough, he brought it up again.

"Michaels, I have to ask you a serious question." I must have had the look of fear on my face, as I felt the color drain from my skin, my face felt like it was as white as a ghost. I did not want to answer his question or give him permission to ask.

But me being me and me totally wanting to be truthful to my best friend whispered with reservation, "Sure, um, go ahead." He looked me straight in the eye. No smurk, no smile, just a serious look on his face as he started to say:

"Have you ever sucked d..." and just then we heard footsteps on the stairs quickly coming down to the basement. Parker quickly changed his wording to "d..oowwn and entire bottle of Pepsi in one gulp? Oh, Hi Dad, what's going on??"

"Are you boys going to eat your pizza down here?"

"Yeah Dad, is that okay?"

"Sure thing guys. Carter, are you...feeling okay? You look a little pale" his dad asked, surprisingly.

"I'm just a little hungry, sir. And I almost fell off my bike tonight. But I'm fine. Thanks for asking."

"Okay boys, the pizzas will be here any minute." And just like that, the doorbell rang, and we went upstairs to get our pizza and yes, bottles of Pepsi. The pizza was excellent. Then again the pizza from the same place Javy and I ordered pizza when mom was in Mexico always is a great place. We continued watching the game until it was over. The Cubs miraculously won the game in the bottom of the ninth and we both cheered as the winning run crossed the play, giving each other high fives, and without thinking, we hugged.

Somewhat lethargic from eating the pizza we decided to play Minecraft and some other games while we digested the pizza. It was great to just be gaming next to my best friend and spending time with him. Once we got tired of the games, Parker asked if I wanted to watch a show or something on Netflix or Hulu. There was nothing on Netflix, so it was on to Hulu. Immediately when his account came up I noticed very quickly that he had been watching the same show as me, "Love, Victor". He quickly passed by so I wouldn't "notice" what he had been watching.

Finally, he settled on reruns of Frasier, which actually was a show I had watched with my mom. I loved the show, even though the series was done way before I was even born. We watched an episode and laughed throughout most of the episode, as like Parker, I thought the episode where the shaving cream dispenser blew up on Niles was one of the funniest episodes. We laughed like crazy, and then started watching one of my favorite movies, Napoleon Dynamite.

The movie was over. It was close to one am. His parents, aunt and uncle had gone to bed around midnight and told us to be quiet. We were still wide awake, as the third can of Pepsi we each drank had us wired.

"Are you ready to practice some wrestling moves?" Parker asked me, hoping I'd agree.

"Of course. Just shorts okay?" I asked, hopeful that he'd agree.

"Sure. Not just underwear?" He asked, with hope in his voice that I'd agree.

With great hesitance, I gave in.

"Okay, just underwear."

I started getting nervous, almost shaking from the idea of it. I almost felt myself getting hard, but it was only a dash of precum that began to ooze from my semi hard dick. Thankfully, I had my tightest -- and smallest pair of black boxer briefs on. Parker was wearing just a pair of navy blue Tommy briefs, which showed me all of his firm, muscular legs. He was just as focused on the practice match as he was on beating up Darius, Terrell, and Connor.

"Me on the bottom first?" I asked, not thinking really what I had just said.

"Sure, I'll be on top." He laughed an evil laugh. And then: "Ready, Wrestle!"

He quickly took me down, but I escaped. We wrestled around on the mat for a good five minutes. Long enough for both of us to start sweating. I could see his still tanned, flawless back start to glisten, and as the scent of his sweat mixed with the musk of his body, the pheromones released produced a natural sort of an aphrodisiac that was about ready to drive me wild, fueling energy in me I didn't know I had. We rolled around on the mat for another five minutes or so, wrestling around like two playful puppies enjoying the playful battle. I was now sweating just as much as he was, and as our sweaty bodies touched each other, I felt my dick starting to get very hard.

The next thing I knew Parker had me on my back. His right hand grabbed the inner thigh of my left leg, mere inches from my crotch. I felt his fingers graze my balls and hard dick as he pulled my leg forward to my chest, my neck was on the mat, my knees getting closer to my face. I was staring at my own underwear just inches from my face when I heard him count 1, 2, and before he could count to three I pushed my legs up with all of my might, breaking his hold. But before I could roll over onto my sweaty, hairless stomach, in one swift move he was on top of me again just like he was at the park.

This time, however, the only thing that separated us from total skin on skin was the thin fabric of our underwear. I could feel the warmth of his tight butt against my groin, the heat radiating from my dick was pressed against his butt. His firm and sweaty hands once again held my wrists above my head tightly against the mat. He was breathing heavy, as if trying to catch his breath. I was doing the same, but my heart was almost beating out of my chest.

Once again, his blue eyes met my brown eyes.

He gazed into my eyes, searching for my soul.

I wanted to look away but stayed focused, as if in a trance.

My breathing still erratic, now nervous as we reached a moment of truth.

Every nerve in my body was on full alert, ready. Sensory overload, no doubt.

We approached the abyss; it was now or never.

There would be no turning back. We were on the edge, ready to hold hands and jump.

The thin fabric separating our erections was now moist with sweat as we could not get much closer.

Beads of sweat formed, wanting to drip off his face. Nervously, he struggled to find the words, but finally whispered as his voice wavered,

"Truth. Carter Michaels, tell me the truth. Are you like into....guys, you know, are you gay?"

One hundred percent sure of him, I very slowly nodded my head and with certainty I whispered "Yes".

Slowly, he lowered his head close to me, his face mere inches from my face.

"Me too." he finally whispered; a faint smile came across his face.

A drop of sweat fell from his face and landed on my upper lip.

My tongue licked the salty drop of sweat from my lip, yearning for more.

I could now feel his warm breath upon my face. He leaned closer to me.

His gaze softened. He slowly blinked, then lightly closed his eyes.

His soft lips met mine; Tenderly, passionately, he kissed me. My first kiss ever from a guy.

We kissed again. And again. He lowered himself on me. Sweaty, muscular chest to my sweaty chest, legs to legs, hard on against hard on. Fireworks went off inside of me. My entire body radiated with electricity as we continued kissing. Never before had my body been so alive, sensory receptors on high speed overload, so stimulated. His tongue found mine. We kissed. Boldly, my tongue explored his mouth, mixing our saliva. He released my wrists, I wrapped my arms around him, my fingers exploring his back, touching his muscular back, his neck, his hair.

And then like an incredible well-orchestrated chain of events, only the best event planner ever could pull off, as we continued kissing, hugging, and touching our sweaty bodies, I felt it building, like a massive tsunami wave heading to shore. Parker sensed it too, and as our breathing increased, we got as close to each other as we could still scantily clothed.

I erupted first, spewing my seed into my boxer briefs, holding on to my boyfriend as tight as I could with the absolute most intense orgasm ever. Feeling my dick throb and pulse against his steel dick pushed Parker over the abyss as well, as I practically swallowed his tongue while he moaned in sheer delight, his moaning intensifying as he reached climax, only to moan in pure ecstasy as he exploded, some of his seed shooting out of the top of his Tommy briefs onto our abs and chest, as the engorged head of his dick freed itself from its captive fabric home. When his orgasm subsided, he tenderly kissed me again and again. Our dicks still erect. We continued kissing. No words spoken.

Boldly, I reached for his waist band. He did not stop me. I lowered his briefs; he did the same to mine. They were soaked with our cum and felt sticky and wet as they rested on our upper thighs, just enough to expose our tight, white butts. I wanted to touch him with my hand, but as he lowered himself to me again, the feeling of his bare, hot, wet, and throbbing erection touching mine almost instantly trigged my second orgasm.

We resumed kissing passionately again. Damn, I loved kissing this boy. The remnants of cum on our groins mixed together with more precum and as we felt sensations never before felt. Moments later as the second wave approached, we held each other tightly, grinding our dicks together while moaning into each other's ears as our second orgasms exploded onto our bellies and chests together in one of the most incredible feelings I've ever experienced. Slowly, our orgasms subsided. Sticky and cum covered, we were in a state of complete bliss that our young bodies had never before experienced. As we laid together mostly naked and completely relaxed, I felt so safe, so natural, so being who I was supposed to be. Parker drifted off, I was almost there but just before I joined him, it dawned on me.

I had found what I was missing.