Carter and the Biker Boy

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Carter and the biker boy

Chapter 22

As if coming out of a very weird dream, I woke up in a hospital bed. My nose hurt like heck; my right side ribcage also hurt really bad, and I felt like I had to throw up. My vision was doing weird things to me as I felt like I was seeing two of everything. Two nurses, two Javy's, (Javy?), two Moms, and two Parkers. Moments later two Dylan's walked in, handing everyone two bottles of water. I closed my eyes to keep the room from spinning.

"Angel mi amor, welcome back! Good to see you are awake! How do you feel? Is there any pain or dizziness that you're feeling?" Of course Mom being a nurse in this hospital and her ER, she had seen plenty of people like me who'd been punched in the face getting a broken nose, and punched in the gut getting two cracked ribs, so she knew the symptoms I might be suffering.

I tried to speak, but the words did not come out easily, and when they did they were all in Spanish. "Aye mama, mi nariz, mi estomago, y mis costillas me duele mucho." (my nose, stomach, and ribs hurt a lot)

"Si mi amor, Ya sabes que tienes la nariz y las costillas rotas" (you know that you have a broken nose and broken ribs.) Then Javy spoke.

"Aye primo, los otros tienen un brazo y un dedo rotas. Buen trabajo balanceando el bate de béisbol y golpeando a esos matones" (Oh cousin, the others have a broken arm and finger. Great job swinging the baseball bat and beating up those bullies.)

I tried to laugh and smile, but my side hurt so bad that it actually hurt to laugh. Parker understood what Javy said, and he nodded his head and laughed too. He then translated what Javy said to me to Dylan, and he laughed as well.

Whatever pain meds they'd given me were finally kicking in and started helping me feel better, but the pain meds were also making it really difficult to stay awake. I drifted back off to sleep, a sleep that was so deep that I felt like I'd slept for hours, but in reality it was only a few minutes.

"Angel, it is time to go home. You have been released from the hospital. Are you ready to go?"

"Si, mama. Estoy listo. Solamente quiero dormirme." I told her that I was ready, but all I wanted to do was sleep.

It was funny in a way, because the nurses kept commenting to my mom about how much I'd grown, and that how I'd become such a bad boy beating up on bullies with a baseball bat. Mama just nodded and laughed and said that I'd have to face the consequences of my actions as soon as the principal made his decision after hearing the details of what happened.

That night at home I mostly slept. Parker came over to see how I was doing, but then just ended up talking with my mom as I slept. I think I remember him coming in to give me a hug and a kiss and how he told me how much he loved me and that he'd come see me tomorrow. I remember nodding and quickly falling back asleep. In the middle of the night after the medications wore off, I woke up to my nose throbbing and my side aching really bad. I asked mom if I was going to school tomorrow (Wednesday) and she told me I was staying home, probably for the remainder of the week. She gave me my meds and I went back to bed.

I did wake up feeling a little better. It was almost ten o'clock when I finally woke up. Mom didn't have to work until Thursday night, so that was good that she'd be home with me. She did tell me she called school and then told me the news I was dreading to hear.

"Well Mr. Carter Angel Michaels, you and I have to go to a meeting early this afternoon to determine what course of action and punishment will be handed down to you for fighting on school grounds. Be prepared to defend yourself in there and make sure you tell your side of the story." She didn't sound too upset but wasn't very happy either.

"Oh no, do you think I'll get kicked out of school, mama? I've never even had a demerit or anything my whole entire time in grade or middle school. How can they kick me out of school for defending myself?" I was getting concerned now."

"We will have to see what the principal says and go from there, mi amor,"

Our meeting with the principal was at 1 pm. Mom told me not to take any pain pills, that I was just going to have to tough it out until then. I will be a nervous wreck and be in serious pain until the meeting happens.

We arrived at school a few minutes before one pm. I should be in History class now, but instead I have to be in this meeting. Ugh. Moments later after talking to the nice secretary, we were brought into the principal's office.

Mr. Ward, a tall bald older man shook my mom's hand and after the introductions were made, the meeting began.

"Mrs. Michaels, Carter, I am sure you both know why you're here. What happened Tuesday in the boy's locker room is something that we completely condone here at Harlem. Two incidents occurred that are totally unacceptable according to the parent's handbook and the rules set forth by the Board of Education. First and foremost, we have a policy against fighting. For the first incident, a student will be punished by the severity of the fight. The actions taken by Carter are indeed punishable by suspension. Second of all, we have a zero tolerance policy against bullying. Since Carter was the victim of bullying not once, but twice on school grounds, the perpetrators in this incident will face serious consequences for their actions." He continued as I wondered what punishment was going to be handed down.

"But first, for your punishment. It has been determined by a meeting with the policy council that handles these sort of things along with the evidence we've discovered that this decision was carefully determined." I thought to myself that he sure liked the word `determined'. "Ordinarily because you were responsible for breaking an arm and hand of two fellow students, this would call for your expulsion from school. But since we have video evidence taken from a student in the locker room who recorded the entire event that clearly shows you were attacked first, you will not be expelled from school. You will, however, receive five school days of suspension from school starting tomorrow. You will need to actively participate in e-learning from home and will be responsible for all of your homework. You will be able to return next Thursday, the 26th of October. Do you have any questions?"

We shook our heads that we did not. Mr. Ward then spoke again.

"Off the record, Carter, and Mrs. Michaels, What you did was very brave. The school board wanted a longer suspension, but I fought for a shorter time. You're a good student, and I wish I'd heard about the bullying earlier. It would not have come down to this. Mr. Olsen speaks very highly of you, Carter. Please keep up the good work and keep your nose clean."

"Thank you Mr. Ward." Both Mom and I shook his hand and walked out of his office. I was surprised to see Parker and his mom sitting in the waiting area. I gave Parker a perplexed look, and then I realized that he did get involved as well. Mom and I talked briefly to Mom (Parker's mom) and it was fairly clear that she wasn't upset at me or what Parker did. We would have talked more, but both of them got called into Mr. Ward's office. Just as we were walking out of the office, Mr. Olsen came walking up.

"Well, hello Carter, what in the world happened to you?" he asked, with concern in his tone of voice, and a facial expression that clearly was one of surprise.

"Hi Mr. Olsen. I guess you didn't hear. I sort of got beat up in the locker room yesterday by three guys from gym class. Actually it was the three guys I called out in Social Studies during my presentation." He just nodded his head and now everything made sense.

"I am sorry to hear what happened. I did hear something in the staff meeting today but didn't connect the dots. Are you okay?" he asked once again, smiling at my mom, in an almost strange manner.

"Yes sir, I am doing okay. My nose is broke, I have two cracked ribs. And I've been suspended for five days. Luckily, the whole incident was recorded by someone in the locker room. They were the ones that hit me first."

"So, what did you do to them?" I looked at my mom unsure if I should tell him, but she nodded to go ahead. "Well, one got a cracked bone in his arm, another a broken finger, and the other was lucky he was only beat up by my boy - er friend Parker from class."

"Whoa, so you, how? I mean, okay, tell me how, please?"

"I'm sorry Mr. Olsen. They just -- I just, um I let my emotions that had built up get the best of me and picked up a baseball bat. It's not like me..." he quickly stopped me.

"Carter, you've dealt with bullying for a long time. You did what you felt you had to do. They were wrong by what they did to you before. Although technically I cannot tell you what you did was right, but you know. I know you're not a confrontational kid. I can just tell. By the way, is this your mom?" "Oh sorry sir. Mom, this is Mr. Olsen, my favorite teacher I told you about."

"Please to meet you, Mr. Olsen. I am Teresa Michaels, Carter's mom."

"Nice to meet you Mrs. Michaels. You know, you look very familiar. Did you go to Jefferson?"

"Yes, I did..." Mom replied, surprised, yet smiling now.

"I am John Olsen, and you are... Teresa Suarez? Do you remember me? English class? I helped you write some of your papers."

"Yes! Wow, what a small world. How have you been?

"Well, life has been interesting to say the least. How long have you been teaching?"

"Close to fifteen years now. My how time has gone by. And what do you do?"

"I am an ER nurse at Swedes. Been there for close to ten years."

"So you're married and just have Carter?"

"Well, actually I'm a single mom to my thug son here who goes and beats up on bullies." We all laughed, and it really hurt my side to laugh, but I couldn't believe that my mom actually knew Mr. Olsen! "So how about you, married?" I knew the answer to that and was going to blurt it out, but then I was shocked by his answer.

"Actually I am divorced, going on three years now. I also have one son that I get to see on the weekends." Mom at first sounded sad for him, but then listened as he briefly talked about his divorce. They continued talking and I got distracted as Parker and his mom came out of the office. They walked over and his mom started talking to my mom and Mr. Olsen.

"How did you make out in there?" I asked Parker, wanting to hug and kiss him in the worst way.

"I got three days of suspension, starting tomorrow. So I get to come back on Tuesday. How about you?"

"Five days. Gotta do e-learning. You too?"

"Yep. We can talk later. How are you feeling?"

"Eh, okay. Pretty sore though. Can't do anything rough. No football or wrestling."

"Oh no! There goes your football career! But hey when can you practice wrestling?"

"I don't know. Probably five or six weeks. I'm so bummed about that." And I was. I was so looking forward to practicing with Parker. So much in fact that I was going to make a suggestion to him that when we had an actual match between us, the one that won the match got to choose between being top or bottom. But now? My thoughts were interrupted by our moms coming over to us after saying good bye to Mr. Olsen. My mom was smiling, almost happier than I'd seen her in a long time. Made me wonder just what she and Mr. Olsen talked about? Mrs. Nelson spoke first.

"Okay boys. So it looks like you'll both be doing e-learning, so if it's easier, Carter you can come up to our house and you and Parker can do your homework together, that way Parker can help you if you need anything. That's okay with you, right Teresa?"

"Sure, I do appreciate this. It's hard for me working overnight and if you don't mind, that's fine by us, right, Carter?" I just nodded, trying not to be too overly excited about the idea of spending three days at my boyfriend's house with just him and me alone.

On the way home, mom told me about Mr. Olsen, how the two of them had a bit of a thing going on in high school. Apparently he tutored her in English class to help with her writing, and then they actually went on a date for some dance or something. She didn't say anything about why they didn't go on any other dates, other than it just didn't happen. I asked her if they slept together, and she became quite surprised by my question and gave an emphatic NO for an answer. We didn't talk anymore about that subject!

Oh, and it turns out that the three losers that bullied me were also freshmen. The main one, Michael Green had been bothering other kids like me as well. He hated gays, and corralled the other two, Devin Slate and Jess Trilling to pick on guys like me: smaller, weaker, and who were nerdy. Green was the one who's arm I broke with the first swing of the baseball bat. He was also the one who broke my nose and my ribs. Slate was the one that held my arms back and who wrapped the tape around me in the first incident. Trilling was just a stupid bystander.

All three had a history of being bullies, coming from a Rockford public school where they'd been kicked out. Apparently Harlem was their last chance, and now they had been expelled from Harlem. I was relieved, as was Parker, although his only relief was so that I wouldn't be bothered anymore. He obviously handled the situation quite well and felt that those losers were not a challenge at all. One other thing: they had to be drug tested and all three tested positive for having marijuana in their system. My only fear was what would happen if I ran into them in town somewhere? Parker reassured me not to worry about that happening. He explained to me that usually once you fight someone like I did, they will be more worried about what I could do to them again, or that I gained their respect? For fighting back? If he says so, I'll believe him.

The first day of suspension began. Mom took me up to Parker's house after she got home from work. She told me to behave myself and just to take it easy. She knew what would happen between us, but for some reason, she just seemed happy and was okay with me being with him. I didn't complain either.

Parker met me at the door again, waved to my mom as she drove away, then gave me a huge hug, taking care to not squeeze me too hard. Carefully we kissed, and instantly doing school work was the last thing on our minds. But since it was almost eight o' clock we had to log on to make sure we would get credit for being on line, in essence, being in attendance.

The first three classes weren't bad. We didn't have to be "live" in class, just had to focus on doing our assignments using the tutorials and the online resources. Before we knew it, it was lunch time. The cool thing is that right after lunch neither of us had a class that we had to do any homework for today. His mom had left us some sandwiches, well actually some sloppy Joe meat and some buns. We heated up two a piece, then sat down with a bag of Cheetos and some huge chocolate chip cookies Mom had made for us. I drank a Pepsi; Parker drank a Sierra Mist. We watched some television before thinking about starting class again.

"Do you have anything for next hour?" Parker asked me, with a bit of a wicked little smile on his face.

"Um, no, I already checked and all I have to do is to read a lecture. How about you?"

"Nope. Same thing, just a lecture. All I have to do is some math homework that has to be submitted tomorrow. Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" His wicked smile now included a wink and his cute smile.

My side still hurt like crazy, so I still could not move quickly. Parker knew this, so as we went from the dining room where we had our laptops set up for school, he slowly followed me into his room. Instead of me taking my own clothes off, He took charge.

"Stand here and be still." He told me. Carefully and slowly he took off my hoodie as I carefully raised my hands in the air so he could take it and my black t-shirt off. "Okay, now let's take your sweatpants off." As he inserted his fingers between my hips and the waistband of the sweats, I was almost instantly hard, my cock straining against the confining fabric of the CK briefs. Just like he'd done before, as he knelt down before me, he placed his mouth on the fabric of the briefs right at the base of my throbbing erection. Slowly I sat on the edge of his bed as he carefully ran his fingers essentially all over my body, causing me to shiver with excitement as his light, feathery touches brought all of my senses alive. He especially found my super sensitive nipples, and after playing with them and giving them light squeezes while kissing me, his mouth moved down to suck and playfully nibbling on each one.

Kissing down to my now leaking dick that was being held captive in my briefs, Parker instructed me to lay down on the bed. It wasn't easy for me to do so, as when I tried to do normal moves to lay down, my ribs reminded me of how badly they hurt. Parker then helped me to lay on my back. Looking at his sweats, I could see that he was also totally hard, and I couldn't wait to have him in my mouth.

Finally now on my back, Parker once again kissed his way to my swollen nuts, sucking each one in his mouth just like he'd done at the park on Sunday. A stream of precum had now formed from the head of my cock and was dripping down to my bare, hairless skin just below my belly button. I was trying to be patient, but I was so ready to be inside his mouth, feeling his tongue caressing my cock, making me feel the way I love to feel. My sack now completely soaked with his saliva and my balls about ready to explode from the sucking action, Parker finally moved up the shaft of my cock and in one motion, took my dick deep into his mouth. I about came right there, but he took his mouth off just in time.

I hadn't noticed that he'd taken all of his clothes off, as it was hard to really move my body up to look around. He moved to hold himself above my body, almost laying on top of me like we'd done before. I thought for sure we'd just be grinding our bodies against each other, with our cocks ultimately exploding between us, shooting our cum all over my chest and stomach. But today, Parker had other plans.

Being careful of my ribs and being as muscular and agile as he is, he was able to move up to kiss me again while not touching my body. With his hard cock tight against his groin, he must have been only a few inches above mine as we kissed. I so desperately wanted to feel his cock against mine, but he held the position with ease, the only parts of our bodies touching were our lips. This was so sensuous that if his dick would have touched mine, I probably would have exploded right then and there, which I'm sure he sensed.

The intensity was reaching a boiling point as our kissing added fuel to the raging fire burning inside us. In fact, I felt a stream of his precum touching the shaft of my cock. I just wanted him to do something before I shot my load without even being touched. Sensing this, Parker sat back up, now sitting in a crouch with his dick inches from mine. He slowly lowered himself, moving forward, as our cocks did touch each other. The heat felt amazing, and I moaned almost as loud as he did. Slowly I felt his shaft touching the head of my dick, then his sack on the underside of my dick, the sensitive part. The few hairs on his sack tickled my dick, but in a good way. Then he moved past his sack until I felt the heat between his legs, in the space between his balls and his hole.

I immediately thought he was finally going to let me inside. Using the precum that dripped on my cock from his and the copious amount dripping from mine, he rubbed the shaft of my cock, lubricating it with his left hand. Then he lowered himself, teasing me. The heat was amazing. Just feeling his hole being rubbed on my cock was enough to send me over the edge. I told him to pull up, but it was too late. I shot a stream of thick white cum across my stomach and chest, the second and third stream covered my groin. I couldn't believe that I'd cum just by touching his ass and not even being inside.

Surprisingly, Parker bent over and licked up each of the streams, swallowing each mouthful of my cum. His cock was still hard, leaking and in need of release. In one quick motion he swung his legs around between my head, his dick now inches from my mouth. Of course I grabbed it and eagerly took it in my mouth. In literally seconds he shot his load into my mouth, which I quickly swallowed what must have been three mouthfuls. After the last spasm entered my mouth, he pulled out, turned around to face me and resumed kissing me, his tongue found mine and the remnants of our loads mixed together to form a sensuous taste like no other.

We literally had minutes to get dressed and get back out to the laptops for our last class of the day, Social Studies. Mr. Olsen had uploaded our assignments as well as sent us a quick email:

Hi Parker and Carter,

Hope you boys are making good use of your time at home during this extended e-learning period. Just be sure to read Chapter 8 in your texts and answer the questions at the end of the chapter. This will not be due until you both come back to school on the 27th. Also, I have graded your presentation. You will find your grade and my comments on the virtual gradebook.

Carter, I hope your nose and ribs are healing. Parker, I know you will take good care of Carter. See you boys soon.

Mr. Olsen.

"Hey that was pretty cool." Parker commented. Mr. O. has got to be one of my favorite teachers. What about you, babe?"

"Oh yeah!" I told him, as I leaned over and kissed him. I touched the left side of his smooth face. "Good thing we weren't live in a zoom session, um, you have some dried cum on your face!"

We both laughed, and Parker laughed as we washed his face in the bathroom.

And so the first day of e-learning ended. My mom picked me up a few moments later after the end of "school", wanting to spend some time with me since she didn't have to work tonight.

For dinner she had made some chicken enchiladas with potatoes and carrots. I loved this meal, and mom hadn't made it in a while. We didn't really say much other than how the class went. I told mom that knowing that we didn't have to do e-learning for an extended period of time like before made it easier to know it would be over next week when my suspension ended. My tummy was now full from the meal, and we had just finished picking up the kitchen and did the dishes when the doorbell rang.

I looked out and saw it was my Tio Javier, Tia Rosa, my cousins, and Javy. They came in and each of them carefully hugged me. Tio Javier was proud of me, giving me high fives, as were my little primos (cousins) and Javy. I had to tell them all in detail what happened, and after the story was over they were all happy that I'd finally stood up to those losers who'd bothered me. Then Javy asked if I could play the play station.

"I can. I'll just have to take it easy, wanna go in my room?" Javy smiled and said he did. Luckily my little primos stayed and watched whatever was on television while my mom and mis Tios talked in the kitchen.

"So, que tal, primo (what's up cousin?)?" Javy asked once we both were playing Mario kart.

"Oh you know, nada." I replied, trying to not offer too much information. "How about with you?" Ready for the finals? When are you going downstate?" "We leave school Friday at noon for Champaign. The semi-final game is going to be played first Saturday morning, then the final game will be in the afternoon. Do you think you can go?"

"Probably not. I can't sit in anyone place for very long, my ribs hurt a lot still."

"Lo siento, primo (I'm sorry, cousin). Los pinches cabrones (fuckers) that did that to you. They got what they deserved. I'm glad they got kicked out of school. I think it's pretty cool that Parker came and fucked up that otro cabron (other fucker). Es tu novio, verdad?" I knew sooner or later he would ask me about Parker being my boyfriend. I didn't have to tell him, but it came out.

"Si hombre, es mi novio (yeah man, he is my boyfriend)." There, I told him. It felt good to say it. What I didn't expect Javy to say next did indeed come out of his mouth.

"Damn bro, have you fucked him yet? He's got a very nice ass. I'd love to fuck him. Or is he fucking you? Man I do miss you." Javy looked down and honestly I was surprised that he said that. But my response was for what he said about Parker, and I wasn't going to tell him about what goes on between me and Parker.

"No! We, um, I'm not going to tell you pendejo (shit head)! Don't say that too loud in case mi Tio hears you say that!"

"Nah, ese, No soy maricon como tu (I'm not a fag like you). I just like to... mess around. You know Dylan, he really likes you. I think he is jealous of you and tu novio (your boyfriend)."

"Really? How do you know this?" Now I was wondering if that was true, or if Javy was just making this up.

"Hombre, I just know. He talks about you a lot. It's like `Dude, you gotta talk to your primo and ask him to come to the games. I miss seeing him. Dude, what's up with your primo and that Parker kid? He is cute' It's like I don't if he's actually gay or what, but if he is, he's the straightest gay guy I know. I think he's like me, you know, just having fun and likes messing around. So hey, speaking of Dylan, you goin' to his Halloween party? You and Parker?"

"Yeah, we're planning to go, I just don't know about how much I can take with my ribs like this." He really had me thinking about Dylan again. I really miss seeing him too, it's just that he's always busy with soccer and all. But like Javy, I wondered now what truly is the truth about Dylan, if he is gay or just as Javy says "havin' fun or messin' around?"

We played in silence again for a few minutes, as the game was getting intense. Then Javy spoke again.

"So my parents are going to Chicago the first weekend in November to see my Tia for her birthday party. They're taking my hermanitos with them and are spending the night. We should get together -- you me and Parker, and maybe Dylan too. Que piensas? (what do you think?)"

I thought about it and kinda laughed it off but said that I'd think about it. I know it would be fun, kind of like the last pool party at Dylan's house, but I'd be afraid it would end up being like San Antonio. Just then I looked down at Javy's shorts and could see that his monster of a thick cock was indeed rock hard. Javy caught me looking.

"You still want my big verga (rod) don't you? My verga wants you too. Why don't you go lock the door and give me a quick one."

"Aye Cabron!" I punched him in the arm. "I don't have a lock on my door to begin with, and we can't just go and you be in me. I got caught like that one time I don't want to get caught again!"

"I know, cuz. I'm just messing with you. I'm just so damn horny and there aren't any putas (bitches) at school that want me to fuck them. Guess I'll have to go home and fuck my fist again."

"Pobrecito Javicito (poor little Javy) I said to him in a mocking manner. I then carefully got up and set right on his lap and made grinding motions on his cock, feeling its size as he fell back on my bed. About that time there was a knock on the door, so I quickly rolled off of Javy's lap just before Tio Javier opened the door and seemed surprised to see us quickly get up.

"Que estan haciendo?" he said with a concerned look on his face.

"Nada, Tio. I was just showing Javy a wrestling move my friend Parker taught me. We're both trying out for wrestling."

"Cuidate, hijo! no puedes moverte así, te lastimarás las costillas, hombre!" (Be careful son, you can't move like that, you'll hurt your ribs, man!). Phew, dodged a bullet. I thought he was going to be mad that I sat on Javy's lap in a playful, yet sexual manner. At least I didn't think he could see Javy's boner in his shorts because I was standing in the way between Tio and Javy.

"Ya, Javier. Vamanos" (Time to go). Tio turned around, Javy walked up behind me and literally ground his massive hard on into my butt, totally turning me on. Looks like I'd be jacking off at bedtime again, or just be hard all night thinking about those times with my cousin. Damnit Javy!

We said our good byes, and soon they were gone. I showered and got ready for bed; my dick was practically hard the entire time, but I resisted jacking off thinking that about tomorrow at Parker's house. Just maybe I'd have a wet dream tonight thinking about Javy doing me again. Or Dylan, or Javy and Dylan, or Luis, or Parker...

It was nice having Mom home for the night. I was just about ready for bed, and we were talking for a bit about everything when Mom's phone buzzed. "Okay, mijo, (son), it's Betty from work. I have to take this. Have a good night and sleep well. Love you!" I had a puzzled look on my face, but nonetheless hugged and kissed her trying to see if it was indeed Betty calling, but then went in my room and closed the door.

Despite the little grinding incident and the talk about Javy and Dylan both missing me, I did sleep well with no wet dream. I did wake up as hard as ever in the morning, and the first things that entered my mind were that it was Friday, and that in one week it would be Dylan's party. Mom was awake and after I ate breakfast and got dressed in Harlem t-shirt and hoodie with my favorite sweatpants, she took me to Parker's house so we could start the last day of the week e-learning. As usual, his parents were already at work, and the smell of coffee and bacon as well as a huge kiss and a hug greeted me as I walked into the kitchen.

"Good morning babe, how are you this morning?" he said after we broke our five minute long (or so it seemed) hug and kisses.

"Much better now" I said smiling, with my dick already rock hard from his passionate kisses.

"How are your ribs and nose feeling?"

"A bit better today, actually. Well, at least my nose feels better. My ribs are still sore, and I feel a bit of a stabbing feeling every time I breathe in and out."

"Okay, well I'm glad you're feeling a bit better. I suppose we'd better get started and report online before the eight AM bell rings." We both laughed as we set up our laptops, logging on just in time.

Morning classes went well. We had minimal homework to do and finished everything just before lunch. Parker's mom had left some leftover spaghetti and meatballs from their dinner last night for us to eat for lunch, so Parker warmed up some in the microwave and we sat in front of the television watching Netflix while we ate. I then told Parker about Javy's visit and conversation last night.

"He talked about me?" At first Parker had a bit of sarcasm in his response, defensive more or less as if to think that no one is going to talk bad about Parker and get away with it. But of course I calmed his concerns.

"Yes hun, he talked about you, but in a good way. He knows that you're my boyfriend, or at least should I say he guessed."

"Really!? OH man, what if he rats me out? I don't want to come out at school, and I don't think you do either!"

"Relax, max. Look, he thinks you're hot. I mean that. In fact, the weekend after Halloween, he invited us over to his house, and I think you know what that will mean."

"We drink Mexican beer and eat tacos?" I threw a toss pillow at him that was on the sofa, and immediately felt the pain in my side.

"No silly. He wants to invite Dylan too, and, well for the most part.... You figure it out."

"Seriously?"

"Seriously."

"So what do you think?"

"Let's just say that the last time there was a little...party involving those two, it was a lot of fun." I could tell by the way Parker touched his sweatpants that the idea was making him hard. It was making ME hard just thinking about the idea. Then I tried playing the voice of reason. "But we have to remember what happened in San Antonio. Are we ready for that again?"

"Dude, I love you. After what we went through last week, and then me going to bat, er, um, okay, bad choice of words there in `bat', but I'm not going to let anyone, or anything break us up. If we have that understanding, then we'll be okay no matter what fun we have."

Now I was getting hard and in need of relief. He continued.

"I was going to talk to you about the Halloween party. I think we should talk about that. Are you going to be able to go, I mean with your side and all? Will your mom let you go?"

"Before I got hurt she said she would. I think knowing that it's Dylan, she'll be fine. How about your parents?"

"Likewise. If they know I'm with you, then they'll be fine."

"Cool. I think I'll be feeling better by then. But we have to talk about our costumes. How're we going to go buy them? And what do you think we should be? Or who should we be?"

"Good questions. I have an idea for that night. I think it will be great fun. Do you think we'll get asked to spend the night there?"

"More than likely, yes. And if we do, then it's going to be a fun night." I winked at Parker. So what is your plan?" He then proceeded to tell me what was on his mind. As he did, my erection that had gone down was now rock hard and I could feel precum forming a nice wet spot in my CK briefs.

"So what do you think of my idea?"

"I love it! Now can we go to your room?"

"Yes, but today we're going to do something different. Do you trust me?" I nodded that I did. "Will you let me take charge?" I nodded that I would. "Great, cool. Wait here, sit on the sofa." I laughed a nervous laugh, but did as my boyfriend told me to do. When he returned, he slowly walked up behind me and told me to be still. I nodded my head. The next thing I knew, Parker had wrapped a black cloth around my face, blindfolding me. Next he told me to stand up and he led into what I guessed was his room. He told me to stand still. I felt him remove my sweatshirt and my t-shirt, as he instructed me to lift my arms up so he could remove both shirts.

Next, I felt his fingers on my waistbands. In one movement, he lowered my sweats and my underwear, and I raised each leg just long enough for him to remove them and my socks. I was now stark naked in what I thought was his room. My wet dick head was plastered on my groin, and I could feel the precum drip on to my skin just above my sparse patch of pubes.

Slowly and carefully, Parker guided me to his bed.

"I'll help you, but I need you to lay on your back and put your hands above your head." I did as he said, still unable to see anything. But I was hornier as ever and waited for his next instructions. I had no idea what was going to happen next. He took my left hand, tied something around my wrist that felt like rope. He then must have tied it around his bedpost? I couldn't tell but all I knew was that my arm was tight against the bed. He did the same to my other wrist, then did my legs. I was now a captive, unable to move.

Then it got interesting.

Starting with my head, he kissed my lips passionately as he always does. I tried to speak, but I then felt his hot breath whispering in my left ear "Shhhhhh. No talking." I nodded my head in agreement. Now I could feel his fingertips carefully and lightly touching every part of my exposed skin. I tried to flinch as he touched my sides, but he ran his fingers all the way down to my feet, which are SUPER SENSITIVE, and I dang near thought I was going to pee from being tickled, but he told me to just breathe in deep breaths and relax. I did, and now he moved up to my chest, circling each of my really sensitive nipples, which were very perky. When I felt his tongue circle and suck on each one, I about came right there. But I didn't. He had gone everywhere but my super sensitive spot -- my cock and balls.

Yup, they were next.

With the right hand exploring my inner thighs and the other on my smooth, tight abs, his fingers slowly made their way to my sack. Oh my god, it felt so good! Then he ran his fingers between my legs to my hole. I so badly wanted him to put his fingers or his dick in, which I knew wasn't going to happen. Instead, I was waiting for his fingers to touch my balls again and then go up my dick.

That didn't happen either.

Just as I thought he was going to touch my sack, he pulled his hands away and instead engulfed my right nut in its entirety into his mouth, running his tongue all around it. Oh fuck! Holy crap! He then alternated between right and left. My sack was now wet his saliva, and my dick was begging for him to swallow it.

Yup. That happened. He took the entire head and shaft of my cock into his mouth and down his throat. A couple of strokes later, I felt it coming. I exploded with a massive orgasm into his mouth and down his throat, and he took every drop.

He then moved up to kiss me but did not share any of my sperm with me, as he'd swallowed it all. I always enjoy tasting my own jizz mixed with his saliva and remnants of it could be tasted.

But then he broke our kiss.

It's funny how when you cannot see how your other senses take over. In this case, my hearing was sharpened, and I heard him take off his shirt, then his sweats, and finally I could hear him slip his underwear down to the carpeted floor of his room. I'd guessed that he had either taken off his socks or left them on; I wasn't quite sure. Then I thought I'd heard him grab something from a drawer or something. He didn't say a word and neither did I. Oh, I never lost my erection either, now in anticipation of what was to come with my boyfriend definitely naked.

Sure enough, it was going to be fun.

Since Parker was a wrestler, he was also very agile and muscular, which meant he could hold a pose or a position without even touching the floor, or in this case, me. I could feel him crawl onto the bed, and shortly I felt the heat of his pulsating dick which was already wet with precum touch my nose. With one hand, he pushed the head down into my willing mouth, and just as I'd done many other times when we sucked each other at the same time, I took him deep into my mouth and he did the same to me. It felt amazing to have him going in and out of my mouth with his dick leaking into my mouth. I could sense he was getting closer as he was getting huge. His balls were low and loose, bouncing off my nose, which only served to turn me on even more. I wasn't close to blowing my second load though.

Parker increased his fucking motion in my mouth, and seconds later his cock got incredibly huge and the stream of cum began shooting in my mouth. I had no choice but to swallow his sweet load of hot cum, as he practically buried his cock as far into my mouth as he could go. He must have sensed that I was struggling to swallow him, because he pulled out and let the remainder of his load shoot across my hairless chest, all the while he never stopped sucking me.

I didn't come, just yet; Parker wasn't done either.

I was horny again and needed to cum again. Parker knew this, of course. Remember I thought I heard him get something from a drawer? Well I soon found out what it was. I will never forget it.

I heard the snap of a plastic lid opening, like the lid on a lotion bottle or something like that. Then I heard something being squeezed out. I guessed that it must have been on to Parker's hand, because I didn't feel anything on my body until he touched me. With his right hand he spread something cool and very slippery on my pulsating cock. He was now stroking me, and then I felt him move to hover over me again, this time though I guessed that he was facing me.

I was right. He bent over; his lips met mine. Our tongues met, he tasted himself in my mouth as he'd done before. Then he whispered in my ear, "You will finally get what you've been waiting for."

Sure enough, he lowered himself to me. I felt his hand guide me. His heat, coupled with the slippery stuff was amazing as he lowered himself further, creating pressure that slowly gave way as he opened up. Slowly I felt myself going deeper and deeper until I couldn't go any deeper as he rested against me. The heat felt like nothing I'd felt before, so much better than that Sunday morning in San Antonio because I knew it was with the one who loved me. He now began to rock back and forth and up and down stroking me with himself. I desperately wanted to hold him, to hug him, to kiss him. Tell him how much I loved him. But he was in command.

What seemed like an hour probably was only ten or fifteen minutes, but it was like pure bliss and heaven to me. With each stroke, I got closer to the edge. He sensed this and as the edge got closer and the point of no return happened, my second climax exploded seed deep inside him, which he took until I was done.

But now I needed him. It would not be complete until he did the same to me. With those same passionate kisses and whispers of love in each other's ears, he removed my blindfold.

It took a moment to adjust to the light again, but I whispered that I needed him in me. I begged even. That's what he wanted, me to beg him, or so he told me later. And beg him I did.

"Please babe, I want you in me."

"Tell me how much you want me inside you." He whispered, our eyes looking into each other's eyes.

"Parker, please. I want you to put your dick inside me, just like you put mine in you."

"That's the best you can do?"

"Please babe, I need you to fuck me. I need to feel your big cock deep inside me, riding me until I make you cum. I need to feel you going in and out, pushing the right buttons. Please babe, you can have me however you want me, just please, can you fuck me?"

He actually had a stream of precum dripping from his dick now.

"You really want it?" he asked again, with more emphasis on the word `really'.

"Yes. Yes, YES! PLEASE FUCK ME!" I was writhing in need on his bed. I tried to get my hands loose but to no avail. Finally, he laughed a little, then looked me in the eye.

"Okay. I'm in control, you'll do as I say." I nodded in agreement. He slowly untied my legs, then told me to lift my feet over my head. I did as he said. He then put a pillow under my butt, lifting it up in the air, which felt a little strange, but I went with it.

I was hard again. He was incredibly hard, more than I'd seen him before. With his right hand he scooped the stream of precum and rubbed it on his throbbing head, then he opened the bottle of lube and spread some on his dick and some on my hole. He inched closer to me, and he looked down at his hard cock and my lubed hole as if he contemplated as to whether or not he wanted to do this. The moment his cock touched my lubed hole, I think any doubt was erased.

Slowly and methodically he rubbed his lubed dick on my hole and slowly it started to open up. With one quick motion, he drove it home, and I could feel his pubes against my sack, and his full sack against my ass. He then held my ankles and began to fuck me.

It was amazing and was just what we both needed. If this truly was his first time fucking another guy, he sure learned quick. As he kept holding my ankles down, he bent over to kiss me, our tongues wrestling in each other's mouth. He then sat up straight and really began to pound away on my ass. He wasn't as big as Javy, Luis, Dylan, or Isaac, but man did he know how to use his cock. Every time he just about pulled out and thrusted in me, his swollen dick head hit the right spot and I was certain it wouldn't take long for me to blow my third load of the afternoon.

Moments later he picked up speed, and I could tell his orgasm was brewing. Mine wasn't far behind, and just before he was ready to explode in me, he bent over, put his hands around my neck, kissed me deeply, then sat back up. His chest was covered in sweat, and I wanted to touch him and hug him, but my hands were still bound. Then he let loose.

"Oh fuck yes, fuck yes, FUCK YEAH babe oh my god!" Then he let out a long guttural groan as I felt his warm seed shoot inside me, his cock throbbing with each pulsating stream that shot deep in me. This caused my own cock to explode as well, the third orgasm of the afternoon was triggered and streams of cum shot all over my chest.

We laid next to each other for a few minutes and then Parker finally decided to loosen and remove the ropes from my wrists. I couldn't wait to touch him and was going to just hug and kiss him all over again when he realized what time it was.

"Holy crap dude, it's almost time for you mom to pick you up! We better shower quickly!"

"Yikes, I guess so." When we were done, I quickly -- or as quickly as I could go -- got dressed and only had like minute or two before Mom texted me that she was in the driveway. I kissed Parker goodbye and then walked out to the car where I greeted Mom, and we went home. She did notice that I was smiling, and she was smiling too.

"Did you have a good day at e-learning with Parker?" she asked recognizing the grin I had was like the cat that ate the canary.

"Yes, we had a great day. I could get used to this e-learning stuff." I replied, figuring that she would pick up on the perpetual smile that wouldn't leave my face.

"Wow, it must have been really good this time."

"Yes, it was. Really good this time." Mom knew exactly what I meant, but luckily didn't take it any further. When we got home, we ate dinner and then shortly after that Mom left for work. It would be her weekend to work as well, so I'd have to find something to do, or maybe I'd just stay home and rest up for the big Halloween party. I decided to ask Mom once again if I could go. So before she left for work I asked.

"So I can still go to Dylan's Halloween party next Saturday, right?"

"How do you feel? Your nose looks like it's healing okay, but what about your ribs? You have to make sure there will not be any basketball or any contact sports like football either. Do you know what costume you're going to wear?"

"Si, mama. Parker and I ordered our costumes today from Amazon. We should have them Monday. So is it okay, can we both go?"

"I can't speak for Parker's mom, but it's okay with me. Are you planning to spend the night there?"

Si, mama. Both of us were invited to spend the night. I think Javy might be too. Their soccer games are this weekend, so they could win state."

"Wow, that's exciting!" she exclaimed as she was about to walk out the door. But before she did, her phone buzzed, and she had a big smile on her face as she kissed me goodbye, told me she loved me and then answered her phone on the way out.

I spent the rest of the evening relaxing, and the next day at Parker's wasn't nearly as exciting. We actually had a lot of homework to do, so we didn't to have fun like we did the day before. In fact Parker's mom came home at noon on Friday, so it's a good thing we didn't have fun, otherwise we might have gotten caught.

The weekend flew by. I didn't do a lot, other than get caught up on some sleep. I did some reading, some writing, then actually got a visit from Big T on Saturday afternoon. We played Minecraft, Mario, and some older games as well. It was nice to see him, and we talked a little about what happened at school in my absence. Apparently kids now think that I'm a hero for beating up those thugs. I just laughed.

So the cool thing that happened over the weekend was I found out that after Big T left that we won the state finals in soccer! We were state champs for the first time in the history of our school! Javy and Dylan were so happy! They were going to have some big dinner Sunday afternoon for the team to celebrate their victory. I was so happy for both of them, especially Dylan since this was his last year playing soccer at Harlem, and he would go out as a champion. I was so happy for him. He texted me and told me that he'd already had scouts from colleges watching him and more than likely he was going to get a full ride to a D1 school for soccer. More than likely Javy would follow in his footsteps, as he played a huge part in both victories that day.

The weekend came to a close and the week of e-learning began. Our costumes arrived Monday afternoon. Of course we tried them on, and they fit perfectly. It was going to be a fun party, and the way they fit it was pretty easy to see both of our erections through the light fabric. More about that later. The plans were set, and it was going to be a fun, fun party.

Parker returned to school on Tuesday, which meant that I did e-learning at home on Tuesday and Wednesday. I was able to return on Thursday. It was weird being back in school, but in a good way. I felt calm, relaxed and it was pretty cool to get high-fives from several students I didn't know -- thanking me for taking out those bullies. I guess I became a hero in their eyes. It was pretty weird though, to see three empty seats in Social Studies. I walked in expecting them to be sitting there, but they were not, which of course I already knew. Nonetheless, it was reality to me. Some students just stared at me, others smiled, some even said hi to me even though I didn't know their names.

Mr. Olsen did give us our grade for the presentation, and we all got an A! He told me after class that he was proud of me for standing up to those guys that attacked me. I thanked him and told him I'd see him in class tomorrow. He just smiled.

Gym class was even stranger yet. Since I could not participate, I just sat on the bleachers outside while everyone else played soccer and flag football. Everyone pretty much avoided me but those who did interact with me were so nice to me. Even the coaches and gym teachers treated me well. I suppose in a few days everything will be back to normal if there is such a thing as being normal.

The school day was finally over. On the way out of the building Parker and I saw Javy and Dylan outside talking with a couple of the cheerleaders. They nodded at us as we walked by, then Dylan called me over.

"The vicious Carter-man! Keep baseball bats away from the batboy!" he laughed and then gave me a big hug in front of the girls and Javy. Immediately I winced in pain and tried not to cry or scream.

"Hey Dylan, what's up?" I said now holding my side.

"Dude, I'm sorry about your side! I forgot! Are you okay?"

"Yeah, it just hits me if I move just right." I replied, even though it felt like I had a knife in my side.

"So hey bro, you guys are coming to my party, right? Saturday night at 6. Don't forget!"

"We will both be there." I replied, then gave him a quizzical look, not certain if we were going to spend the night or not. Then as we high-fived and fist bumped, as we were walking to my mom's car, I got a text from Dylan reminding me that Parker and I were welcome to spend the night. I showed the text to Parker and we both smiled, laughing an evil little laugh.

Friday morning came and went, soon it was Friday afternoon. The school day seemed to drag, and it was hard for me to concentrate on anything school related. I was almost thinking non-stop about Dylan and his party, which meant that my dick was almost rock hard the entire day. As I looked over at Parker during Social Studies, his hand was in his pocket trying to adjust himself. He looked over at me and nearly started laughing because he knew I was in the same predicament.

The day would not end soon enough. All I could think about for some reason was being with Dylan again. I knew Javy would be there, but essentially, I thought, I could be with Javy anytime I wanted. But my time with Dylan would be short because I knew that soon he would turn 18, or he'd be dating one of those hot cheerleader chicks and that'd be the end of my time with him. I kept thinking back to the time where he woke me up in the middle of my dream of him spreading suntan lotion on my back and how he was so rough with me. For some reason now, that had me almost ready to cum in my underwear, right here in the middle of class.

Finally class was over, and we were on our way to gym class. We met up with Big T who asked us what we were doing for Halloween. Apparently he was just going to stay home and hand out candy to the kids in his apartment complex. All we told him was that we weren't sure what was going on. He did invite us over, but we politely thanked him and said we were probably going to succumb to the same fate of handing out candy at our respective houses. We'd be handing out candy all right, just not the kind of candy he'd be handing out.

Gym class went by great, and soon we were on the way home in Mom's car. She told us about her day and then told us that on Sunday afternoon she was going on a date. Mom hadn't been on a date for I don't know how long. We were both happy for her, and she did not indulge any information about who the lucky guy was.

We didn't get together Friday night as we both had a lot of homework to do. We kept texting each other as Parker really did want to see me and do something, but I was too busy with English and Math to break away. After Mom left for work I hit the books again, and by 11 pm I had fallen asleep after writing the fifth page of my English research paper on "The Black Cat", one of my favorite Edgar Allan Poe's short stories. I really loved "The Raven" as well, but it was not a choice for this paper. My laptop was on my bed, the cursor flashing at the end of the word symbolism as I must have fallen asleep without even finishing the sentence.

As horny as I was I thought for sure I'd have a wet dream, but for some reason I had a very strange dream about Parker and me. It was late in the afternoon, like I believe it was the afternoon of Halloween.

We had gone for a walk in a park, like out at Rock Cut, where we would usually go biking. It had been a real nice sunny day, but now as the afternoon wore on, clouds began to form in the west, and before long they had raced in and obscured the sun. A cool breeze had begun to blow, and fog started rolling in as well.

We kept walking back to where our car was parked. Yes, apparently one of us had our license, which was weird. And we were taller. Both of us the same height, around say five foot eight inches. We were both wearing the same black hoodies and the same style Levi jeans, and yep, you guessed it, same black Nike sneakers. Our hair style was exactly the same, our brown curly hair was shaved around the sides of our heads.

The wind and fog made it difficult to find the parking lot, and for some reason we wound up in a cemetery. The fog had settled in, and the wind had stopped blowing. But instead of getting darker, it now was just a dreary and a drab muted gray color; everything was wet, including the droplets of moisture that clung to the webs of the black widows making it eerier with every step we took.

Parker stopped by a huge headstone that was from the late 1800's. He told me to come to him. He hugged and kissed me. I kissed him back, and we continued kissing. Suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere an old woman appeared. She was wearing an old black overcoat. Her straggly gray hair hid her weathered face. She was carrying a brown wicker basket. I saw her out of the corner of my eyes and quickly broke the kiss with Parker as she spied us and spoke with a ragged voice.

"Gemelos. Muchachos. Besandose. Por que?" I could barely hear what she said, but her words in Spanish caught us: Twins. Boys. Kissing. Why? I tried to think of something quick to say but could only think of saying "No son gemelos, Señora. Son amigos" (We are not twins, madam, we are friends).

Parker just nodded his head.

"Me llamo `frodietee". Tengo regalos" She told us her name was something like Fro Die Tee, or something like that and she came to give us some gifts. She opened up the basket and there were three cute little kittens, all jet black. One had a white spot on its throat and had a pink ribbon; the other two were males.

"Take one, both of you." She now spoke in English. We asked her the names of each.

"The little girl's name is Eros. Take her, cherish her. She will bring you a life of happiness."

"What's the boy's name, the one on the left?" I asked. Right away, Parker asked about the boy kitten on the right.

"His name is Phthonos, His brother's name is Thanatos. They are frisky little gatitos. I think they are nothing but trouble. But suit yourselves..."

She handed us the boy kittens, who started purring instantly when they were put in our hands, but as soon as we started thinking about each other and how we wanted to kiss again, the kittens got really pissed and started growling, then hissing. Their ears were back, their pupils were dilated, and I just wanted to throw the black cat down, but seemingly we couldn't get away from them, and of course Frodietee or whatever her name was had disappeared.

All we heard in the distance was a loud shrieking sound from two or more cats fighting in the background. The kittens jumped down from our arms and disappeared into the fog, only to return moments later with neon green laser-like eyes that led the way for almost a hundred more black cats to emerge from the deep fog. I started shaking from my nerves and from the cold in the fog. Parker was scared too, and yet he still called for the kittens, as if he couldn't live if he didn't have the two male cats in our lives. But the two male kittens did not come back to us, and suddenly we were surrounded by the other angry screaming black cats. I was afraid were going to be attacked and scratched to death as suddenly one lounged at me, another at Parker and we both started screaming loudly in fear for our lives. We turned to run, but the cats had us surrounded with no way out.

I started screaming loudly, as did Parker.

Then I woke up. Mom was shaking me asking me if I was okay. I was drenched in sweat and was breathing fast.

"Mi amor, you had a bad dream. Are you okay?"

"Oh mama! It was horrible." I then told her about the dream, and she agreed.

"Que horrible, mi amor! Ven, I'll make you some breakfast." (how horrible, my love. Come, I'll make you breakfast).

All through breakfast and the rest of the morning I couldn't get that stupid dream out of my mind. I even texted Parker and told him to call me. I explained the dream in detail to him, and then he offered his take on the nightmare.

"Dude, this is an omen. Do you remember anything about the Greek Gods? Think about it. The old woman was probably Aphrodite, the goddess of love. She saw us kissing, thinking we were twins, boys, and thought it was so wrong. Then I don't understand the whole thing with the black kittens, but once again look up those names. Phthonos was the god of jealousy, and the other was Thanatos, the god of death. His twin was Hypnos, the god of sleep. What do you think this tells you? What were you doing last night before bed?"

"I was writing my English essay on Poe's `The Black---' Holy Crap! So what does this all mean? Is it about our plans for tomorrow night at the par--" Then it hit me. Just like a light bulb going on in my brain I realized, or thought I realized what it might have all meant. "So do you think that my subconscious is thinking that if you and me go to the party and mess around like we're thinking that it might spell death to our relationship? Like one of us is going to be jealous?"

"Well think too about where we were, in a cemetery. And the fact that Aphrodite was there? That's what I'm thinking. I'm surprised that we weren't like Adam and Steve in the garden of Eden and we both ate the forbidden fruit! Well, it's a little late for that, don't you think?"

I laughed at the idea of Adam and Steve. But the symbolic idea behind my dream really had me thinking, especially about what went down in San Antonio.

"You're right. We gotta think about this." Now as much as I really wanted to have fun with Parker, Dylan, maybe Javy and whoever else might be there, I couldn't stop thinking about that stupid dream and what it meant. I mean if Aphrodite came to me in a dream and offered me Eros, the goddess of love which was essentially what I had with Parker, then she tried to entice us into taking the other two, which were gods of jealousy and death.

As I sat and pondered this even further, it made me believe that if we gave in to the temptations of having fun, it would lead to jealousy on either me or Parker, and thus would cause the death of our relationship? Could it be? All I knew was that it was way too heavy of thing for me to worry about on Halloween. After all, it was just a dream, right?