Carter and the Biker Boy

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Chapter 26 It took me a minute for the words spoken by Big T to sink into my brain.

"Carter, my... my Uncle died."

Silence filled the air as I struggled to find the words to comfort my friend. I could hear T sobbing now, almost struggling to catch his breath. Quickly I searched my brain for words that could help. I'd never dealt with death of a loved one in my young life, so this was unchartered territory for me. I felt my own tears start to form and trickle down to my cheeks.

"Oh no. T, I am so sorry to hear this news. When did he and how? I thought he was doing okay?" Silence again on T's phone. Only the sounds of T crying could be heard.

My stomach was now clenched in fear, and I felt like I was going to throw up. I tried to talk again.

"T, are you okay, I mean, um, are you alone?" I barely choked out those words as I tried to regain some of my composure to be strong for T.

"Yeah Carter, I'm here by myself. I'm so scared for myself and for my Aunt. What if she kicks me out of the house? Where will I go? I don't want to go back to the children's home. I have so many bad memories of there."

It didn't dawn on me that T's aunt would kick him out of the apartment, especially if she felt the argument T had with his uncle was the cause of his death. There had to be another reason. If only my mom could get a hold of the uncle's chart, she would be able to tell us that it wasn't T's fault. The sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach told me that it was not going to be that easy.

"Oh man, T. Um, I don't think that your aunt would make you go back to the place you lived at before. I mean, she still needs someone to be there with her, right? She needs you just like you need her." My words seemed to be helping and for the moment T stopped crying and so I tried to let him know that I'd be there for him. "Hey, listen man, you are my good friend, and I'll be there as best as I can to help you get through this, okay?"

"Okay Carter. Thanks. You're my best friend at that school and in my life. I don't have many friends who take me for who I am, and you're so accepting and supportive. Thank you. My Aunt is going to be home in a few minutes so I'll talk to her and hopefully everything will be okay. I probably won't go to school tomorrow, so don't be alarmed, okay?"

"Sure thing T. I've got your back, bro. You need anything just call me or stop by. Talk to you later."

I started crying as soon as I closed the call with Big T. I felt so bad for him, and I am not sure why I burst out crying. I had to call Parker. But first I got my composure and sent him a text.

< Hey babe, are you awake?

Silence. Ten minutes went by and he did not answer back. He must have been asleep. Looking at the clock I was surprised to see that it was almost eleven pm. I had to get some sleep. After brushing my teeth and getting a water bottle to keep in my room, I crawled in bed and was deep asleep when the doorbell rang. I looked at my phone. There had been three missed texts from Big T. The last one simply said "I am coming over"

Sure enough, Standing at my door in his camouflaged jacket, orange hat and gloves was Tony. I opened the door and could see that my friend was an emotional wreck.

"Come in, T. Are you, um okay?" Tears were falling from the big guy's eyes again, and he clearly was hurting bad.

"My aunt told me to leave. She is still blaming me for my uncle's death. She doesn't want me in the apartment. I'm sorry Carter, I just didn't know where else to go. I have no one else here. I'm sorry."

"Tony, it's okay. I told you if you needed anything that I'm here. You can count on me to be there for you. I'm -- I'm glad you came here. Let me get you something to drink."

T wanted a Pepsi, so I brought him a bottle we had in the refrigerator. I tried wiping the sleep out of my eyes and soon realized that this was going to be a long night. I texted Mom to let her know what was going on. She didn't answer back, but I figured that she would eventually. At least she would be aware of T being here and would not get upset knowing that I'd probably not go to school tomorrow.

We sat in the living room on the sofa while T told me almost word for word about the argument with his Aunt Tina. She very much blames T for what happened. I tried to find the words to comfort him, but he was still carrying the weight of the blame on his big shoulders. As I stared at the worn part in the carpet again, my slippers tried to smooth out the frayed strands of carpeting that probably should have been cut off a long time ago. I was tired and emotionally exhausted as was T. Finally I suggested that he could sleep on the sofa, and I would go back to sleep in my room. He agreed that would be the best. Even though I have a queen sized bed, there was no desire for me to share it with Tony. That just seemed too weird.

It was nearly three in the morning now, and after getting some spare blankets and a pillow for T, I went to the bathroom and finally crawled into bed. I was about to fall asleep when the ring tone assigned to my mom started chirping.

"Angel, is everything okay? I just finally got the chance to call you back. What's going on?"

I told her about T's uncle and that his aunt had kicked him out, so I let him come here to stay the night.

"That's good mi amor. I could get in trouble for this but what is T's uncle's name? I'll look up his chart."

I told her that I thought he said that his uncles name was Thomas Thompson. She looked on the computer and did find his chart. She read through it quickly, talking out technical medical terms I'd never heard before. She then said "aha, okay. I understand now. Okay, Angel. In simple terms, T's uncle died of a massive heart attack. It would not have mattered if he was yelling at T or sitting in the sofa watching television. Looks like his arteries going to his heart were very much clogged. He never knew what hit him, so to speak. So while it may look like the fight with T was the reason, it wasn't. Sadly, your friend's uncle was a walking time bomb. It was just a matter of when, not if he would have a heart attack. I will talk to him when I get home and will talk to his aunt if she needs to hear something from me."

"Thanks mom. T is just so sad. I hope he can sleep. I can stay home from school tomorrow, right?"

"Si mi amor, Ya te duermas. Te veo en la mañana. I have to go. Besos y brazos Angel."

"Besos y Brazos, mama." I repeated to back to her, giving her hugs and kisses too. She told me to get some sleep and that she would see me in the morning.

T had fallen asleep, so finally at nearly three thirty I crawled into my bed, falling into a deep sleep that was filled with bad dreams about death and dying. In one dream, I saw Parker's parents fighting only to see his dad suffer the same fate as T's uncle. The next dream was ironically about my own father -- of whom I only knew from the picture where I was a baby in his arms. He was beaten to death by some big dude in prison. In my dream I had broken down and was crying incessantly, only to stop when my mom walked in the room and began shaking me, trying to get me to wake up.

"Angel mi amor, estoy aqui. No llores. Creo que tuviste una mala pesadilla, verdad?" Mom was standing over my bed now, stroking my damp hair. My entire body was soaked with sweat too.

"Yes mama, I had a bad nightmare. I couldn't stop crying! It was about death! I'm so scared, I need a hug!"

Nothing felt better than being in the arms of my mom in times like these. Yes, my boyfriend is consoling, loving, and holds me when I'm down, but nothing is like your mom holding you tight telling you that everything is going to be okay.

I fell back asleep almost instantly after Mom calmed me down. When I woke up some two hours later, I could hear her talking to Tony, trying to console him. I got up, used the bathroom, then went in the living room where Tony and Mom were still talking. I hugged her and put my hand on T's big shoulder. He had been crying too, so my poor mom had to console two crying boys. But her formal nurses training kept her acting very compassionate and comforting to us both. She was calm and collected and once we were both smiling, she told us that she had made chorizo and eggs in the kitchen so we could eat breakfast. She also told Tony that she reported me and him absent from school today in case Tony's aunt had not.

T and I ate quickly while watching some show on cable television. For the better part of the morning we just sat around. T's aunt never called or texted him. I felt bad for him and hoped that soon she would reach out to him. The morning turned into the afternoon, and around two I got a text from Parker wondering where I was and why I wasn't in school. I explained to him what happened, and he told me he'd be by the house later after school.

The afternoon went quickly and finally T got a text from his Aunt, then a call. She wanted him to come home as she needed him to go with her to the funeral home. I guessed that was a good sign. So the big guy got up, put on his jacket, and began walking home. Parker got to the house an hour later, and we embraced and kissed as soon as he walked in the door.

I filled him in on all that was going on with T, and about the nightmares I'd had. He was surprised to hear the one about his parents. The weird part about his expressions about the dream were almost like he wasn't surprised. I think in the back of his mind he still remembers what had happened when we were in San Antonio and Nathan saw Parker's dad going to his hotel room with that woman. We sat in my room for a few minutes just looking on our phones and talking about school when Mom woke up and came to my room.

"Well good afternoon Parker and Carter. Did Tony go home?" she asked yawning, still half asleep.

"Yes mama, his aunt called and apologized and asked him to come home. So for the moment, everything is okay."

"Great. Well I have to get ready for work as I have to go in early. You can warm up the red rice and the Chile Rellenos if you'd like for dinner. Parker mi amor, there is enough for you, too."

"Gracias, mama!" we both said in unison. Parker was beaming and I realized what my mom called him after his name -- mi amor -- or my love. Wow. I am so happy that my mom is so accepting of my boyfriend!

Mom left as we were warming up the food. We decided to eat in my room and watch Netflix. When the show was over we had finished eating so I took our plates to the kitchen and put them in the sink. Parker then told me about part of his day.

"So I just got signed up in time for the wrestling team today. I think today was the dead..." and he realized that I didn't get signed up. "Oh no, you missed the sign up. Maybe they will still let you sign up tomorrow? You still want to wrestle, right?"

"Of course I do. I'll check when I get to school tomorrow." I was so upset that I'd forgotten to sign up. I was so looking forward to getting on the team and learning to wrestle. Maybe the idea of wrestling around with cute guys in a skimpy singlet would be awesome? Parker could tell what was on my mind and as he looked at my sweatpants he knew what was getting as interested as my mind was. We began to kiss, and that's all it took.

About forty five minutes later we laid on our backs looking up at the ceiling. This time was no different than the rest, driven by our youthful exuberance and energy, which was now mostly spent, but our stiff dicks told a different story. I was relaxed now having spent most of my pent up sexual energy in the usual manners in which we expressed our love for each other.

Parker looked at his phone and realized it was time to go home. He got dressed, gathered his things and was soon out the door and on his bike heading for home.

I took a shower and was mostly hard the entire time. I'm not sure why suddenly Dylan and Javy entered my thoughts but a longing for the two of them made my dick point straight up at me, as if begging for what only they could give. Recalling the times together with Dylan mainly caused my precum to flow and before long I was jacking my dick quickly trying to get the fourth load of the night out of me and on to the floor of the bathtub. When it was over, I got out of the shower, toweled off, got dressed in my CK boxer briefs, tee shirt and sweatpants. I brushed my teeth, drank some water, then prayed everything would be okay with T and his aunt before finally crawling into the damp sheets, which still bore Parker's scent, especially my other pillow which clearly had the aroma of his euphoria cologne.

It was a dreamless, sleep-filled night. I woke up when Mom got home and was soon on my way to school. The day went fast. T was not at school, which did not surprise me. I tried to see if I could sign up for wrestling, but since I did not have the physical form filled out, essentially they told me I was out of luck for this year. But they did tell me that if I wanted to come to the meets, hang out with the team help with the team gear and learn about the sport, they would be willing to give the position to a freshman. At first the idea sounded great since I'd be able to watch Parker wrestle and see all the other boys and maybe learn something about wrestling. But then I got to thinking about how maybe swimming would be a better option for me since it was something I really loved doing and hey, even Chase thought I'd be a great candidate to join the swim team.

So while I was at the coaches office, I asked about swimming. They told me who to talk to, a Mr. Swain and they gave me his number since he didn't actually work at the school. I stored the number in my phone and vowed to call him when I got home.

I met up with Parker after talking with the coaches about swimming. He was disappointed that I didn't get in to the wrestling team but vowed that we could still practice at his house, which would also give me a heads up on the sophomore team next year. At the thought of chasing each other around on Parker's huge wrestling mat in his basement, I could feel my dick starting to get hard. Since the actual practice wouldn't be starting until next week, we vowed to get on the mat this weekend.

"How about you come over and spend the night on Saturday?" Parker asked with a devilish smile on his face. "You don't have anything going on do you?"

"Not yet. I'm not sure when the funeral for Big T's uncle is going to be, but I would think it would be before Saturday, don't you?" I really had no experience with these things, so I thought maybe Parker might know.

"I think usually they try to do the services in like three days, but it depends on when and where the funeral is held. I guess we'll just have to wait and see." I agreed and we got ready to see if my mom was in the parking lot ready to give us a ride home.

On the way through the last hallway I noticed Dylan and Javy walking towards us. Wyatt was with them too, on the right side of Dylan with Javy on Dylan's left side. Oddly enough, Chase's brother Noah was walking with Javy. Dylan smiled and called out to us as soon as he spotted us. "Hey guys! What's goin' on? Haven't seen y'all lately where have you been?"

"Oh hey Dylan, Javy, Wyatt and Noah. What's up guys?" I replied, trying to be nice even though now the sight of Dylan and Javy made me a little angry with what they'd done to me. Javy then spoke to me in Spanish knowing the others wouldn't understand.

"¿Por qué no me devolviste la llamada cuando te envié un mensaje de texto cabron?" (Why haven't you called me back when I've texted you, cabron?) "He estado ocupado últimamente y no he tenido tiempo de devolverte la llamada." I lied and told him I had been busy and had other stuff going on. He basically snubbed me and then responded to me in a vulgar manner that really pissed me off.

"Bueno, cuando te canses de la pequeña polla de tu novio, puedes llamarme y jugar con una verdadera polla." (Well when you get tired of your boyfriend's little dick, you can call me and play with a real dick). He laughed loudly and I wanted to punch him in his face. He'd become such an arrogant ass. If my Tio and Tia knew that he was talking to me in this manner, the whipping he got after breaking my leg last spring during the soccer game would have been nothing in comparison to what he would get for talking to me like that.

Instead I made a sound with my mouth that essentially said the same thing as you're not all that. What really confused me was what in the world Noah was doing with him. I never imagined those two hooking up. I wasn't surprised to see Wyatt with Dylan, but Javy and Noah? All I could do was shake my head.

I was still pissed at Javy and wanted in the worst way to tell my mom, but I knew that would have not been the best thing to do. Parker sensed my anger and asked me what Javy had said. I was on the verge of crying I was so upset, so I just told him that I'd tell him later. The cold winds from the north blasted us in the face as we walked out of the building. December's fury was bearing down on us, and there was a forecast of snow later in the week. If it was one thing that I disliked about this part of the country, it was the snow and cold. All I could think about was the warm winds that were blowing from the south when Parker and I stood on the observation deck of the Towers of the Americas in San Antonio back in October. At least it made the cold that much easier to tolerate, I suppose.

Later that evening after Mom had left for work and I was doing my homework, I got a text from Javy.

"Oye primo, lamento lo que te dije esta tarde en la escuela. no quise decir eso." (Hey cousin, I am sorry what I said at school this afternoon. I didn't mean to say that."

I thought about his apology and first decided to ignore it. But then I thought if he really meant it, then I could accept his apology. I was about to respond to him, but he beat me to it.

"Por favor, primo? Lo siento mucho. No digas nada a mi Tia." I just laughed. He knew that he'd better apologize because if I did tell my mom, all hell would break loose when she told my Tio. I just knew it would bother me too much to see Javy get more belt marks across his back. So I responded back, through my anger at him, with the words that let him win again.

"No te preocupas. No voy a decir nada a mi mama. Solamente es entre tu y yo, guey." I told him not to worry, that it would be just between us, and that I wouldn't tell my mom.

That was the last thing I heard from Javy. I wanted to ask if he was fucking Noah, but I thought I'd best not. I'd figured out that Dylan had to be doing Wyatt, which did kind of bother me. But I had made my choice, and although there were times that I did really miss Dylan, Being in love with Parker was so much better than just worshiping a guy who had a big dick. I guess...

I also found out that the funeral for T's uncle would be Saturday at noon. T wanted to make sure that I would be there for him, and I told him that I would. Parker was going to go as well. Almost immediately I got nervous about going to Saturday, and Friday night when the visitation would take place. Even though Mom had to work Friday night, she told me that my Tio Javier would take us if Parker's mom or dad could not. It turned out that they would, so that was a relief. I didn't want to see or talk to Javy or my Tio Javier just right now.

The rest of the week went fast. Soon it was Friday evening. I had dressed up in one of my best button up shirts, a pair of black dress pants, and black dress shoes. Parker dressed the same way, and since Mom had to work all weekend, Parker's parents let me spend the weekend with them. That way they could take us to the funeral on Saturday.

We got to the funeral home just before five pm. We didn't plan on staying long, but T was in such a mess for obvious reasons that we ended up staying with him the entire time. Luckily, his Aunt was decent to us, and the rest of T's family were happy to meet us and told us that we were good friends to Tony, and that he was lucky to have two close friends like us to help him through this time. We just nodded our heads and said thanks to the people we'd met and would probably never see again. The entire time we were there, neither Parker nor I could look at the casket. I'd never seen a dead person before, and the image of T's uncle lying dead in the box wasn't something I wanted to see.

What was odd to me was that so many people, mostly friends and co-workers of T's uncle were all carrying on a conversation with Aunt Tina and some were laughing like no one really even saw the casket with T's dead uncle. I felt so bad for T as we sat in the back row while people in suits talked. He looked like he was a zombie, in some other place. I tried to make small talk with him, but his responses were plainly yes or no responses. Finally as it grew closer to seven pm, the crowd of people began to leave, and it was just Aunt Tina and a few of her close family members. She approached us and I was afraid what she was going to ask us.

"Carter, Parker, I wanted to thank you for coming tonight. You two are the only real friends my nephew has, and it means a lot to him for you both being here tonight. Carter, tell your mom that I appreciated her talking to Thomas' doctor about letting me know what really happened to Thomas. I feel so bad that I made Tony feel like it was his fault. I guess I didn't realize how sick Thomas really was. It doesn't make it any easier losing him. I don't know what we're going to do but rest assured Tony will be staying with me. I can't lose the two most important men in my life at the same time."

I didn't know what to say. So I just politely told Aunt Tina that I was sorry for her loss, and as I stood up to give her a hug, I broke down and started crying like a baby. She held me for a few minutes and told me it was okay. She thanked me again for being there for Tony. I looked at Parker after Aunt Tina and I broke our embrace. Parker was on the verge of tears too, so was Tony. Parker hugged her briefly and when Tony stood up it only felt right to hug him too. Our friend was so despondent, lifeless and began to cry again. It tore me up to see this big guy reduced to crying like a baby. Hugging him and feeling him in this state of pain and suffering and uncertainty was almost more than I could handle. But then Aunt Tina then asked us for a big favor.

"Would you boys mind being pall bearers for the funeral tomorrow? I know it's a lot ask of you both, but I know Tony won't be able to do it, and my two brothers couldn't make the trip, so I didn't know who else to ask. We need two more men to help, and I couldn't think of any two young men more qualified than you boys. I can ask your parents if you'd like."

We thought a moment and tried to speak through our tears. We looked at each other and then both of us nodded our heads yes that we would be glad and honored to do that favor for Tony and for Aunt Tina.

Finally we left the funeral home shortly after the conversation with Aunt Tina. I was worried about T. He didn't look good at all. Who would have the worst time tomorrow, Tony or us?

That night in Parker's bed something just felt weird. I mean I wanted to be with Parker like the many times before, but neither of us could. The dark cloud of T's uncle's death hung over us and kept us both in a melancholy mood. For the first time since we'd began dating, we fell asleep in each other's arms and did not have the fun together like we'd had so many other times.

Before we knew it, the dawn of a new day arrived and as we showered separately, ate a quick breakfast, and got dressed, the reality of the day fell down on us. Dressed in black dress pants, a white shirt, black tie, and a black suit coat that I borrowed from Parker, for any other occasion we were dressed to the nine's. I never really had been in a suit so nice, and Parker looked -- wow -- how very handsome did he look. As hard as I tried I could not take my eyes off him and how great he looked in the suit. Silently we rode to the funeral home in Parker's mom's car. Other than tell his dad "See you later", we were so nervous of was yet to come that neither of us could speak.

Everything that happened after we walked through the door of the funeral home was a blur. I sort of remember seeing T and his Aunt dressed up as well. T was also wearing a black suit coat and a white shirt with a black tie. I thought I remembered someone calling us triplets, but I can't be sure. This time I did look at T's uncle in the casket just before they said their final good-byes. Aunt Tina was openly sobbing, T was trying to hold his emotions back, but suddenly just before the man from the funeral home was going to close the casket, T just lost it. Now both of us lost it too, and all we could do was try to reach out to touch T's back to console him. But it was so hard when this experience was so new to us that we couldn't keep it together either. I felt my knees get weak and thought for sure I was going to lose it. But then for some reason a voice, of whom I could not place, inside me told me to be strong, you'll get through this. I turned around to find no one behind me. To this day it still haunts me, not knowing whose voice it was that gave me strength.

A few minutes later still in a haze of utter sadness, I heard the funeral director instruct us how to carry the casket. From that point forward as I only vaguely remember the heaviness of the casket and helping to carry it to the hearse, from the hearse to the grave site and then standing by it as the pastor read some passages from the bible. The day was sunny, with a light breeze that chilled me to my bones. As the casket was lowered to the ground, another round of tears erupted from our eyes. I felt very weak in my knees again and this time I had to sit down because I truly thought I was going to fall face first into the grave on top of the casket. I felt hands of someone on my shoulders, of someone I didn't know. While Parker and T stood until the casket was lowered all the way into the cement vault, I couldn't get up. Comforting voices kept me from passing out and from that point forward, it was like I was not in my own body.

I finally felt like myself again when we got to the church basement where the luncheon afterward took place. I barely ate anything as I felt like vomiting. The notion of death hung over both of us -- and T as well, for obvious reasons -- and probably would for some days, weeks, or months to come. Parker and I agreed that we would have to help T as much as we could. Aunt Tina thanked us and told us we were welcome to come over anytime. She also thanked Parker's parents as well for not only raising a wonderful caring son, but for letting both of us help out today.

As quickly as the time came for the funeral service, we were soon back home. Our young minds were still shrouded with the reality of death, but once we got back to Parker's house, changed out of the dress clothes into our sweats, we collectively breathed a sigh of relief, and were both glad that the day was mostly behind us. Parker's parents were going to go out for dinner, so once again we ordered pizza from the same Italian restaurant, and it was delivered about twenty minutes after his parents left.

We ended up eating the pizza while playing some video games. Our usual game, Mario Party Superstars on the Nintendo Switch kept us occupied for a few hours. It helped us relax our minds and for the mean time forget about the funeral. In fact both of us were now back to being ourselves, which of course meant that as we were playing, our elbows and knees were touching each other. I was getting horny, and looking down at Parker, I could tell he was hard as well.

So it was no surprise that after we finished the next game on the switch, Parker asked me a question that he didn't have to ask.

"Wanna wrestle?" he asked point blank.

"In our underwear?" I responded.

"Heck yeah!"

We quickly went over to the wrestling mat. This time the curtains that covered the huge walk out sliding glass doors of the basement were closed, so immediately we stripped down to our briefs. Parker was wearing a pair of purple CK briefs, I had on a pair of blue CK's that matched his. They clung tightly to his butt, and I could see that his dick was hard and parallel with the waist band, pointing to the right. My pair didn't fit quite as tight in the back, but barely concealed my hard on that was just about busting out over the waist band.

His mom had bought these pairs for him when they were in Texas over Thanksgiving based on the same pairs that his cousins had loaned him. Parker had given me a pair to wear since I had forgotten to bring underwear to his house. I hadn't worn briefs in a long time, but these felt great, and I couldn't wait to be rolling around on the mat with Parker, both of us only wearing these briefs.

So of course when we got on the mat, I chose to start on all fours on the mat. Parker then said "ready, wrestle!" and the fun began. Of course he took me down right away, and I did all I could to escape his grasp. He covered me up like a blanket almost, and before I knew it he had my legs both hooked with his right arm and had my neck and shoulders pinned down to the mat. He began to count "one, two," and then let me wriggle out of the hold he had me in. This cat and mouse game played on for several minutes before he made a "ding" sound, signaling the end of the first round.

We were both beginning to sweat, our faces and bodies getting red, and our dicks getting harder or so it seemed. When he made the "ding" sound again, he came at me full force chasing me around the mat. I was playing like I was the little guy being chased by a huge wrestler -- the cat and mouse game was elevated to another level of sorts. I kept wriggling out of being nearly captured, due mainly to sweating to the point where the cotton briefs were getting damp. Mixed with precum that had been flowing since our first bodily contact, I was getting totally turned on and horny, not really caring if I lost the match or not.

When he did finally catch me, his hand caught the waist band of my underwear and he quickly pulled them down to my ankles, essentially causing me to trip on my own briefs. My dick instinctively was plastered against my groin, my balls were now hanging loose due to me being so warm. Parker knowingly gave me a chance to do the same to him, so of course I grabbed his waist band with both hands, pulled them down to his ankles and we quickly toppled down to the mat.

His cock was as hard as mine, his full sack and swollen nuts also hung low, lower than mine. I could feel the dampness in his briefs just like mine as I pulled them down and took them off his legs. I don't know why, but I brought them to my nose and drank in his scent, a new and tantalizing thing I'd not done before. Something about the way they smelled almost brought me over the edge -- his teen scent which I'd come to know and love about him clung to the briefs, and just smelled like the sweetest scent I'd ever encountered. The pheromone soaked briefs were all it took, the aphrodisiac that made me want him even more.

Both of us now naked, I tackled him to the mat, and in a cat-like move I was now on top of him, our lips met just like they had that first time when we found out who we were. This time there was no hesitation -- just an animal-like lust that had us yearning to please each other not once or twice, but as many times as we could.

Face to face, lips to lips, chest to chest, cocks and balls grinding away ready to go over the edge, but just as I felt about ready to explode, Parker rolled me off him and was then on top of me. As our lips broke their embrace, he spun around and nearly devoured my cock in his mouth in one motion. His throbbing and dripping cock was now literally on my face, his engorged cock head dripping precum on my lips. I reached up and took him in, the saltiness of our sweat mixed with the slippery juice of his body, and I was prepared to suck him and swallow his load just as I thought he would swallow mine, but once again as I got close, he pulled off my dick and pulled out of my mouth to wrestle around again -- the cat and mouse game resumed.

This went on for about fifteen minutes. At one point Parker had me on all fours again and was on top of me as if he was going to go inside me, but all he did was tease me by feeling his hard, wet cock at my hole. I could feel his head wanting to go in and man, I did want to feel him in me, so bad that if he would have put it in me I would have shot off a hands-free load all over the wrestling mat! But he did not, at least this time. Instead, he took me down, got on top of my chest, with my cock nearly at his hole, but each time he got close to letting me in, he moved closer to my mouth, teasing my lips with his warmth and wetness. I was so desperate to cum I could feel an ache developing in my groin that I'd not felt before.

The need got to me and so finally with all my strength and desire, I threw him off me, quickly got on top of him again, but this time instead of kissing him and grinding into his groin with mine, I moved my mouth to his cock, positioned mine over his mouth and pulled his legs up to my ears. I sucked him with all of my might, and my diligence paid off. As much as he wanted to continue, he knew I was not going to let him escape. I got him so close to going over the edge, but then just before he was going to explode I stopped sucking him and started licking his loose, full sack, sucking on each swollen nut that was practically throbbing.

Finally I didn't hold back. When the first stream of cum hit me it nearly made me choke. He filled my mouth with so much cum that I couldn't swallow it fast enough. Some of it dribbled out onto his writhing body, mixing in with his damp pubes. His orgasm seemed to last for minutes; I was now able to swallow jet after jet of his spunk directly down my throat just like a calf hungrily nursing its mother.

I didn't cum the same time as Parker. I was so locked in to making sure he didn't get away and so locked into giving my boyfriend the best blow job ever, which was evidently a success, because Parker had stopped sucking me to cry out in sheer joy with the massive orgasm I gave him. When his orgasm finally subsided, he rolled me onto my back and replicated exactly what I'd given him.

Within seconds, the first stream shot out of my cock. Since I'd been moving my cock in and out of his mouth at the same time he was sucking me, part of the first stream actually shot over Parker's head, went straight up in the air, and finally came down into my hair. Parker did intercept the rest, and greedily took the remaining load down his throat. When it all subsided, the pain in my groin was gone, I felt relaxed as we both collapsed on our backs on the mat, the sweat from our naked bodies now cooling.

"I love you" Parker finally spoke, touching my smooth lean invisible abs, causing me to jump at his touch.

Giggling, I repeated the same words to him. "I love you too, silly boy." Our lips met, the taste of each other mixed as our tongues met. He spoke again.

"Dude, I am so glad that it's just you and me." He gazed deep into my eyes and smiled at me, and I knew exactly what he meant.

"Oh yeah babe, I agree. The feelings are just far more intense, don't you think?"

"Yes. We don't need to be with anyone else. Just us. I love being with just you and only you. I am glad that we've chosen to be just us. No one can come between us, and we do not need to mess around with anyone in a group anymore, right?"

I nodded my head and smiled. In fact, I hadn't even really thought about being with Dylan. I certainly did not want anything to do with Javy. For me, those days were over. I had my boyfriend Parker and there was no one else I wanted. Together we were happy. "I agree, my love." I had something else profound I was going to say to my love but just then the sound of the kitchen door opening shocked us back into the reality that we were naked on the wrestling mat covered in sperm -- and Parker's parents had just come home.

"Oh shit, we gotta get dressed now!" Parker whispered quickly. We shot up from the mat and frantically found our briefs, then our tee shirts and finally our sweats just in time before Parker's mom called down to us.

"Hi boys, we're home!"

"Hi Mom!" We both responded in unison. "How was dinner?" Parker asked into the empty stairway. Apparently his mom didn't hear him as we heard the sounds of footsteps walking across the ceramic tile floor in the kitchen then disappearing as they walked across the carpeted living room.

As a simple warning system, Parker quickly turned off the light in the stairway so we would at least have a few seconds should his mom or dad decide to come down the stairs while we were messing around again. But it wasn't needed until about an hour later, around eleven when the light came on as the basement door was opened and Parker's dad came lumbering downstairs. We were in the middle of playing more Mario when he came into the game room and sat down on the swivel rocker next to Parker.

"Playing video games I see. Who's winning?" he asked, trying to show interest in what we were doing.

"He is." Parker pointed to me and I just grinned. "I can't beat him, Dad. He's too good at this game! But I can beat him over there." Parker pointed to the wrestling mat. I nodded my head in agreement and smiled.

"That's for sure, sir. If only I could've got on the wrestling team this year. I'd show him!" I boasted, knowing good and well neither of those statements would be true anytime soon.

"Well that's good boys. Good to get some exercise on the mats. Carter, even if you didn't get on the team you can always come over and wrestle with Parker. That's what we bought him the mat for, to use with his friends and teammates. In fact, you can invite other friends and teammates over to practice, son. You know that, right?"

"Sure Dad. We know that, and it would be good if we had some weight lifting equipment too, that would really help us build muscles to really become good wrestlers." Parker's dad nodded his head in agreement and had a pensive look on his face, as if to be thinking about actually buying some weight lifting equipment for us to use. I was almost surprised by his response.

"You have a good point, son. Let me look into that and see what I can find. Maybe we can take a drive over to that sporting goods store on East State Street and see what they have, huh? Sound good, big guy?"

"Yeah Dad, that'd be great!" Parker smiled and nodded his head to his dad while he resumed playing our video game.

"Alright son. Good chat. I'm going back upstairs now. Mom and I will probably be going to bed soon. So I'll tell you boys good night. Carter, you're spending the night, right?"

"Yes sir if that's okay? My mom is working again this weekend." I quickly responded, hoping that he'd be okay with me staying. He'd never not told me I could stay so I was kind of perplexed as to why he was asking me now. But then as he stood up to give Parker a hug and me a hug too, he made a comment that got me quite nervous.

"You boys are a little bit stinky from wrestling, and Carter it looks like you've got a booger or something white and sticky in your hair. Make sure you guys take a shower before bedtime, okay? Probably need to use deodorant too, okay?"

"Yes Dad," Parker first rolled his eyes but then when his dad pointed out that I had something white and sticky in my hair, Parker's eyes got huge, as did mine. "We will shower and use some deodorant before we go to bed. I promise!"

"Okay son. Good night, boys. Don't stay up too late. Love you!"

"Good night, Dad. We love you too!" Parker and I both said in unison, my response was more of an echo of Parker rather than the exact same response. When his dad closed the door to the basement and we heard his footsteps across the kitchen floor, we both looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Holy crap, Carter, I didn't know you still had some of your or my cum in your hair! Luckily he didn't figure it out, otherwise that would have been like totally embarrassing!" Parker whispered, even though his dad was well out of the range of hearing what he was saying. I barely heard him.

"I know! Oh my gosh! That was close. He thought it was a booger! And that meant it would've been your booger! Oh that's gross!" We both started laughing now, as we continued the game. Then I couldn't help but joke around about Parker's parents after what his dad had said. "So your dad said that him and your mom were going to be going to bed soon. It's only eight o'clock. Are they going to sleep or just going to bed to have fun?" Parker immediately punched me in my right arm.

"Dude! That's gross! I don't want to even think about my parents doing the nasty! Ugh! I think I'm gonna throw up!" Parker replied with a look of disgust on his face as he acted like he was going puke now. And then I reminded him about what Nathan had seen in the hotel in San Antonio.

"Do you think your dad was doing that woman that he was with at the hotel in Texas?" I boldly asked. Parker sighed and thought for a moment before replying.

"I don't know. I would like to think that he didn't, but I'm, um, not sure. My mom does trust him, but who knows?" His voice trailed off as he started a new game. I dropped the subject and quickly asked him if he thought his dad would soon buy him weight lifting equipment.

"Good question. That'd be cool. So would a membership to the Y or to that fitness place that's open 24 hours. Imagine, we could go there right now, boogers in your hair and all if we had a membership." He laughed almost hysterically as I now punched him in his left arm, coming back with a quick response.

"Well it's probably your cum since all of mine is either in your gut or on your chest. Good thing you put your shirt back on." I laughed and laughed and the next thing I knew Parker had tackled me, pulled me off the sofa and dragged me back to the wrestling mat. I was still laughing the whole time and then as we began to wrestle on the mat, Parker broke out laughing too. It was a great scene between my boyfriend and me. Two best friends having a great time on a cold winter's night in December. As Parker pinned me on the wrestling mat, this time with my legs over my head, my neck to the mat, my butt in the air with Parker's hands on my shoulders and his beautiful eyes and smile staring me down, I realized just how much I'd fallen in love with him.

He must have read my mind, because as soon as he counted to three and proclaimed himself the winner, he pushed my legs back down, hovered over me face to face, and just before our lips met he whispered, "I love you, Carter Michaels."