Carter and the Biker Boy

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Carter and the biker boy

Chapter 34

I woke up early Sunday morning around six-thirty. Even though I fell asleep somewhere around two o'clock, I was wide awake when Mom came home from work. She asked me how my night went with Caleb and his brother and if Parker did go with us. I told her about it, and she was really happy that Caleb invited Parker to go with us. She did tell me that I was more than welcome to have Caleb over to the house anytime. We then talked about dinner with Mr. Olsen and his son Jake tonight and told me not to worry, just be myself and everything would be fine. She went to bed shortly after she showered. I was a little tired too, so I went back to bed and didn't get up until I heard my phone buzzing a few hours later. It was Parker texting me, and it was just about eleven o'clock.

< Good morning babe, hey, what's up, how're you?

I couldn't help but smile immediately, thinking about how much I'd missed getting his texts.

< (huge smiley face emoji) I'm doing great. HBU?

< Doing much better than I was last week.

< Me too! it's been a great weekend so far.

< Watcha doing?

< Just got up, u?

< Same. Talk?

< Yup.

We talked for almost an hour. We talked about a lot of things, about Caleb, school, some homework, and then about the week that his mom was going to be in Pittsburgh. He did ask her if he could stay with me, and it was fine, as long as it was okay with my mom. So I told him that it was, and that our moms would have to talk before his mom left. I was so excited that I started getting, well, you know, in anticipation of how it was going to be for that week, especially with my mom working.

We finally decided to get going, as I had homework to do as did he. Funny thing though, his mom told him that it was nice to see him happy again, and then said -- and he quoted her -- "Geez, Carter should have quit his job earlier so you two could spend time together. You seem a lot happier." She said that she was also happy and grateful that Mom could pick us up to school, since she said there was something about that Rhonin kid and his brother that she "just didn't like." So it's not just me that feels that way.

The rest of the afternoon passed by quickly. I finished my homework in time to shower and get dressed before Mom got up at five. Mr. Olsen and his son were going to pick us up at five-thirty, and we were set to have dinner at this really nice Italian restaurant on the east side of Rockford. I started getting nervous as the time got closer, and once Mr. O's car pulled in the driveway and they both got out, I begin to feel more relaxed.

Mom came out of her room looking nice in a sweatshirt and jeans, which is close to what I was wearing. I chose to wear my new Harlem Swimming sweatshirt I just got along with the swimming trunks on Friday. She came out just in time as Mr. O. and Jake walked up to the door and rang the doorbell. I let them in and greeted them as soon as they got inside from the cold February night.

"Hi Mr. Olsen, and hi Jake, I'm Carter." Mom and Mr. O. hugged, while Jake shook my Mom's hand.

"Hi Carter, I think I've met you before, in fact, I think I know you almost better than your Mom, seeing you at school every day!" We all laughed. Jake, who was just a few inches shorter than me laughed too. Mr. O. then suggested that we get going to the restaurant, since we had reservations at six.

I sat in the back seat with Jake, and he was really quiet at first. But then Mr. O. told him that he shouldn't be shy and should ask me the question he had talked to his dad about. Almost immediately I got a little nervous, but then finally he spoke after some coaxing from his dad.

"Um, can you teach me how to swim?" he asked rather shyly. My Dad said you're on the swim team. So you must be able to swim really well."

"Um, yeah, sure. Well I think I swim good. I taught my friend how to swim the backstroke. Do you know how to swim at all?" I asked, trying to gauge the level of experience he had.

"Well, um, I, uh got a problem. I'm really afraid of the water, but I want to learn." He slowly admitted, speaking in a low tone of voice. "Dad said that I should learn how to swim so when we go camping this summer, I can swim in the lake."

"Oh, that sounds like fun! Where do you go camping?" I asked, thinking that camping did sound like fun, even though I'd never gone before.

"Dad, where is it we go camping?" Jake asked Mr. O.

"We go to Governor Dodge and also Wildcat Mountain State parks in Wisconsin. Remember the canoeing trip we took? You'll have to tell Carter about that."

"Oh yeah! We go canoeing and it's really fun, but I'm afraid of falling in the river, especially in the deep spots." He went on to tell me about the river and showed me a few pictures of the river and the campground on his phone.

"Wow that looks like so much fun! Sure, I'll teach you. Do you belong to the YMCA?"

"Dad, do we have a YMCA membership, or can I get one?" Jake once again asked his dad.

"We could check in to it." Mr. O. said, interrupting his conversation with my mom about something they did when they were in school.

"Or you know what, I can take you as my guest. We just need a ride. Does that sound fun?" Jake nodded his head, but I got the feeling he tensed up a little bit about the idea of being in the pool. So I changed the subject and asked him what grade he was in and what his favorite subjects were. He told me he is in sixth grade and likes English and Social Studies (no surprise there). He doesn't play any sports but is learning to play the saxophone. We were now at the restaurant and were seated right away. We were seated in a private booth, and I thought that Mom and I would sit together, but instead we both sat across from each other, me by the wall and Jake next to me, across from his dad.

Dinner was awesome. I had lasagna, Mom had fettucine alfredo, Mr. O. had lasagna, and Jake had spaghetti. We had a great time talking about different things, and I really felt comfortable until Jake said something that brought me back to reality.

"Hey Carter, I remember you. Weren't you that boy who was crying in the park last fall? I remember when Dad and I biked up to you. You were sad and it made me sad." I felt my face turn red and Mr. O. stopped Jake from saying more.

"It's okay, Jake. Yeah, that was me. It was cool that you guys came along. I just had a bad day but that's all behind me now. I'm sorry I made you feel sad." We were silent for a few moments when luckily the server asked us if we wanted ice cream.

Of course we did, and since it came with the dinner, Mr. O., Mom, and I had spumoni, and Jake had chocolate.

Dinner was over, we were stuffed, and soon we were back at our house. Mom invited Mr. O. and Jake in, and so they came in for a little while. I showed Jake my video games and was kind of worried that he'd see my "Love, Victor" poster on the wall and ask questions, but he was more interested in Minecraft. We played for only about fifteen minutes when Mr. O. knocked on my door and told Jake it was time to go.

"Aw Dad, can't I play awhile longer?" he begged, giving his dad the puppy dog eye look.

"Some other time, son. You know you have to go back to your mom's house tonight."

"Okaaaaaay" Jake whined, but then got up, thanked me for letting him play. All too quickly they got ready to leave. I shook Mr. O.'s and Jake's hands, told Mr. O. I'd see him tomorrow. Jake opened the door first and I told him that I'd see him again soon so we could start swim lessons. Mr. O. hugged Mom and they kissed quickly hoping I wouldn't see, but see I did, causing me to smile and blush just a little. I never imagined that my mom would be dating one of my teachers. But at least he is my favorite teacher, and I just smiled at the thought of him dating Mom and tried not to let my mind race too fast forward.

"So what do you think, mi amor?" Mom asked after she shut the door. I nodded my head and just smiled.

"He's nice. Jake is nice too. I like him."

"Good, he is nice. But what is this about you crying in the park? You never told me about that. What happened, mi amor?"

"It wasn't anything serious, Mama. It was before school started in the fall, and I was nervous about everything and then I just was thinking too much and didn't know what to do. It's all okay now. I'm so happy that you and Mr. O. are dating."

"Gracias, mi amor. Siempre es dificil con un novio nuevo, especialmente cuando hay niños."

"I know it is not easy introducing a new boyfriend to me. But I really like Mr. O. and I'm sure it's not easy for him with Jake."

"Claro, es cierto." Mom replied, agreeing with me.

Soon it was my bedtime. I was tired and Mom needed to do some things, so I kissed her good night, brushed my teeth, and was soon in bed. Before I fell asleep I thought about the evening with Mr. O. and Jake one more time.

It felt so cool to be like a family for once, even though it was way too soon to even think about the idea of Mom and Mr. O. being super serious, but the thought of them getting serious and all made me smile even more. I closed my eyes and quickly fell asleep.

The week passed quickly. Swim practice was good, school was even better, and the weekend arrived for Parker's mom to leave for her business trip to Pittsburgh. Parker's mom brought him over early Sunday morning with his backpack and another bag for his wrestling clothes. The plan would be for us to stop by his house each night to get a fresh set of clothes, get the mail, check on the house and then come to my house.

Of course his mom was so happy that Parker could stay with us. She didn't really like Rhonin either and was not too enthusiastic about Parker staying by himself at home. Mom reassured her that all would be fine. Parker hugged his mom, told her goodbye, and soon she was gone. We spent the day doing homework, finishing up just in time to have dinner with Mom before she went to work. She hugged both of us and told us not to stay up too late, and to be ready for school before she got home. We just smiled and told her that we'd be ready, and that we'd see her in the morning.

We decided to play video games for a while, but then after about an hour of sitting next to each other and realizing that we hadn't showered, it seemed like showering together would be good, clean fun.

And fun it was indeed. We took turns taking off each other's clothes. First I took off Parker's White Nike shirt, by pulling it up with my hands touching his sides, through his scant patch of underarm hair, and then over his head. Next came the shoes, socks, then his gray Nike sweats, revealing something new -- a black CK jock strap. I could tell he was hard. I left the jock on for now, as he returned the favor, undressing me in the same way I'd undressed him. I had my black CK briefs on, which by now had a dime sized wet spot that'd formed in the upper right hand corner of my briefs.

We embraced and passionately began to kiss each other, as our tongues probed our mouths. After kissing for what seemed like an hour was probably more like five minutes, Parker whispered in my ear "Your turn to be on top." I thought I was going to burst out of my briefs and knew exactly what to do. Dropping to my knees I turned Parker around, so his perfect butt was inches from my face. He moved to the vanity, bent over, and spread his legs far enough apart for me to see his tight pucker.

Our conversations about being tops before brought up the idea of, I guess they call it rimming? The idea was a bit of a turn on for me, Parker not so much at the time. So with him basically in perfect position it seemed like it was now or never. He must have showered after wrestling practice because he was clean. As I moved closer, the natural scent was turning me on, so I began by caressing his cheeks, and running my fingertips up his hair legs, around his cheeks, then around his hole. I playfully pulled back on the straps of the jock, letting them slap back on his butt. I then went to pull the jock off, but he stopped me. I reached in the backside of the pouch and after touching his full sack, he moaned in pleasure, while I could feel his cock jump inside the jock.

In one move, I kissed the middle of his right cheek, then moved quickly to his hole. The closer I got, the more daring and more taboo it got, the harder I got. I began to lick around the outside of his hole, which was now quivering and making him moan even more, which got me turned on more and made me increase the licking and tonguing of his hole. It was awesome! I never thought licking a hole would be such a turn on. I thought for sure that at the moment I touched myself I'd explode.

But I didn't, and finally after getting his hole nice and wet with my saliva, I finally freed my captive rod from my briefs, and once I felt the heat and wetness of his hole on the head, a stream of precum let loose, a long string reaching the bathroom floor.

"Do it to me now hun, please." Parker moaned in a cat-like purr. Slowly I pushed in, his hole finally relaxing and letting me in. Once I was in, I began to go in and mostly out slowly at first. He felt so good, so tight, and so wet from my precum that I knew I probably wouldn't last. I must have done something right, because after about five minutes of fucking him, I heard his breathing increase and he was actually almost fucking me, trying to impale himself on my hard cock. In one motion he took me as deep as he could, reaching around to my butt pulling me into him as far as I could go. He let out of guttural scream that I was almost afraid that the neighbors would have heard had it been summer and the windows were open. At that moment I could feel something in him twitch, which caused me to go over the edge, flooding him with a massive load that began to drip out of his hole onto his jock and onto the floor. I reached around to his chest, pinching his taught nipples gently while kissing his neck.

I figured once I was done and pulled out that I would pull down his jock and suck him until he came. So imagine my surprise to pull his jock down and find it soaked with a huge load of his own that was literally everywhere: in his pubes, the pouch of the jock covered with his cream. He was still hard and leaking cum, so of course I took him in my mouth and sucked him until he forced me off. It was totally amazing.

We hit the shower, carefully cleaning each other with soap and the wash rag. Parker took extra time to wash my cock clean, which of course got me hard again. This time he took me in his mouth and in almost a mere moments I was ready to cum again, which I did all over the wall of the shower. I did the same to him and just before the hot water ran out, we had both blown our loads against the shower wall, which I washed down with lukewarm water while Parker dried off.

If this was just the first night, I couldn't imagine how the rest of the week would be together.

We fell asleep in each other's arms after I threw a load of clothes in the washing machine, figuring that we'd better wash the cum soaked jock strap before Mom got home and found it in my room or in the clothes basket.

The following morning Parker gave me another black CK jock that he brought with. "Here babe, you can either wear this now, or put it on after swimming practice. Tonight it will be your turn to wear the jock, and you know what that means." He said smiling and winking at me. Just the thought of it caused my dick to jump in my briefs. Since I had two tests today I didn't want to be distracted by the feeling of just wearing a jock in my jeans, and I'm pretty sure I'd probably have boner after boner thinking about what will go down tonight. I told him I'd be happy to put it on as soon as we got home.

This time at swim practice as I undressed to put on my work out clothes, the idea of the jock got me hard while changing, and as I put on my work out compression shorts and regular shorts, Caleb noticed right away, since I don't normally get hard when changing in the locker room.

"Nice to see you're feeling happy today Carter." He smiled as his eyes glanced down and then met mine. As I glanced at him I noticed that he was naked and had his perpetual hard on plastered to his waist.

"Good to see you excited about practice too, Caleb." We both laughed, which caused Spence to look over at us and roll his eyes.

"Getting hyped up for practice today, huh boys?" Spence said laughingly. That caused Angelo to look over at us and ask, "So who's the lucky chick?" which of course elicited the response from me "None other than your sister, bro..." We all laughed, finished dressing, and headed to the weight room. Practice went well. Since Caleb and I were almost the last ones out of the shower and getting dressed, when he was looking the other way I put on the black jock that Parker gave me to wear. Once again I got hard at the thought of what was to come this evening. I was just about dressed when Caleb asked me about some homework that we both had for English.

"I'm sort of having some trouble with the homework project for English, doing the peer review thing on the term papers that we have to hand in. Do you have time this week to maybe help me? I'll buy pizza again...please?" he looked at me with puppy dog eyes and immediately I thought about the night activities that Parker and I had been having and I didn't really want anyone else over. But since Caleb was a good friend and really did appreciate my help and offer to bring pizza, I told him I'd let him know later tonight.

On the way home I asked Mom if Caleb could come over tomorrow night and she said it wouldn't be a problem because then she wouldn't have to cook for three hungry boys. I thanked her as Parker gave me a quizzical look but didn't say anything until later on when Mom had left for work, and we were cleaning up the kitchen.

"So what's this about Caleb wanting to come over and bringing dinner?" he asked cautiously, almost afraid of my answer, as if to think `here we go again, but I thought you promised'. I quickly put that thought to rest, reassuring him that wasn't the case.

"Caleb needs help with English. I hesitated at first because of our nights do go quickly and we have, well, you know..." A mostly relieved look on his face, Parker halfway smiled, now knowing that it was what it was: Helping him with his homework.

"Oh that's cool. Where's he bringing pizza from?"

"Same place as Saturday. I think it's his fave pizza too." Parker nodded and then snapped my butt with the dish towel, that was just a little damp on the end.

"Hey! That hurts!" I howled as it really did snap good on my right butt cheek.

"What's the matter, boy, get a red mark on those sweet cheeks of yours?" he now laughingly remarked. I got the message and let him know what I was wearing.

"Well yeah, I mean I really don't have much padding since I'm wearing what you gave me." I gave him one of those looks, you know the kind that says, `come on and take me'.

"Oh really now," he replied, fully in the game now, snapping the towel and connecting two more times. I let out another squeaky scream and made a beeline for the bedroom. Game on.

Of course I wound up slipping and falling face first on the unmade bed, while in mid fall Parker grabbed the waist band of my favorite gray Nike sweatpants and pulled them down to my ankles. I didn't want to feel vulnerable on my back, so I stayed on my stomach, face first on the bed. Parker then straddled my legs and touched my butt cheeks, feeling the red marks caused by the towel.

"Oooh, what's this? I think you've been a naughty boy, Mr. Michaels. I think you need to be punished!" With that, he grabbed his pants which were near the dresser in the corner of the room and pulled his black leather belt out of the loops, folded it in half and straddled me once again.

"Whatcha gonna do, master, spank me?" I replied giggling. And he did. Not hard, but enough to make it sting a bit. After the fifth or sixth hit, I stopped giggling because it was starting to hurt. I begged him to stop, but he have me two more swats with the belt which almost brought me to tears. "Please master, no more. I'll be a good boy" I pleaded, still playing the game though. I had been hard, but after the last two, my erection faded away as I started to think about what I'd do at practice tomorrow with red marks on my ass.

"You promise you'll be a good boy from now on, Michaels?" Parker now asked in a stern voice that was trying not to laugh.

"Yes Master, I promise." I replied in a serious tone of voice.

"That's a good boy. Now the pleasure comes from the pain." He whispered. I was uncertain how this was going to happen, but I must tell you I was ready to find out.

Starting from my feet, Parker started touching me with his fingertips, lightly, all the way up my legs to my waist. He then pulled my black Harlem t-shirt up to my neck and started doing the same thing, working his way from my neck, arms, back all the way back down to my butt. By now I was so horny that the pain I'd felt from him spanking me had faded away and turned to pleasure. What happened next was amazing.

Knowing that I had showered after practice and that I was clean, Parker gave me the same treatment I'd given him: Kissing my red butt cheeks and finally reached the super sensitive part. As he licked around my smooth hole, I felt my cock jump in the jock strap. I could feel the wetness form around the head of my cock, which was soaking the fabric of the jock. The feeling of his tongue now slowly teasing my sensitive hole was almost making me beg for him. Thankfully I didn't have to wait long. He'd already taken off his shirt and sweatpants. Now he took off his CK briefs and straddled me, laying on top of me. I could feel the heat from his pulsating rod now between my legs as he kissed up my spine to my neck, moving his cock into position. I could feel the wetness of his head as he finally smeared his precum around the head of his dick, now guiding it to my eager hole.

Slowly he pushed in, lovingly waiting until he broke through the sphincter, which caused me to moan out loud, until I relaxed a moment later, accepting his length to the hilt. As he began to slowly move in and out, I was completely enjoying him in me. He now resumed kissing my neck, and his hands reached under me pinching my nipples which felt wonderful. Despite not touching my captive cock, the pressure of him on top of me coupled with the motion of his cock sliding in and out of my hole had me literally on the edge of shooting my load into the jock.

I raised my chest and head up so Parker could play with my nipples easier, which added to the intense feeling my body was experiencing. Sure enough, the momentum was building; my cock was ready to explode any minute. I tried to hold off as long as I could, but as Parker pinched and rubbed my left nipple and licked my right ear, the combination turned out to be the most intense erogenous zones I'd ever felt. I could hold back no more.

The spasms began; my cock felt like it was pumping waves and waves of cum into the jock, so much that I could feel the warm jizz shoot-out between the sheet of the bed and my smooth abdominals. The spasms deep in me caressed Parker's cock, which caused him to increase his motion going in and almost going out of me until he could take it no more. Seconds later I felt his cock as big as it's ever been as he unleashed a flood of his seed deep into my bowels. He pulled out in time so that last few jets of cum shot onto my reddened butt cheeks and then dribbled down to my cum drenched hole and into the pouch of the jock. To say that it was good would be an understatement.

Energy spent, Parker collapsed on top of me, and eventually laid alongside me. Our lips met and we kissed like lovers kiss. The music over the Bluetooth speaker which had been playing the entire time was playing a favorite tune from the past, and as we held each other the lyrics seemed to gel with our moment:

"Touch your lips just so I know

In your eyes, love, it glows so

I'm bare-boned and crazy for you

When you come crash

Into me, baby

And I come into you

In a boys dream

In a boys dream"

A boy's dream, certainly not every boy's dream, but this boy's, indeed. A quick shower together, a clean hug and kiss and we crawled into bed to hold each other until we drifted off.

We decided that Caleb would come over Thursday night, which would allow him enough time to finish his peer review on his group's term papers, which was a rough draft based on their chosen literary piece. Their group had chosen "The Raven" by Edgar Allen Poe. Since Poe is one of my favorite authors, this would be easy for me. Parker also had the same assignment, but his group had chosen another Poe short story, "The Black Cat."

First we at the pizza and talked about swimming and wrestling. Caleb was interested in learning more about the wrestling moves Parker used, and of course he demonstrated a couple of those moves on me, and then Caleb wanted Parker to show him how he did them. Parker obliged, and I'm sure that as he took Caleb down and wrestled him on the floor as Caleb willingly let him pin him, that Caleb was getting hard. As he got up he clearly tried to straighten his sweats out, trying to hide the obvious. I then thought it was time that we started our English homework.

An hour had passed and both Parker and Caleb seemed to have a better understanding of the assignment. It was now almost eight-thirty. Brennan texted Caleb to tell him to be ready at nine since he would pick Caleb up on his way home from work. He worked evenings at one of the big supermarket chains in the region as a grocery bagger. He picked up Caleb on time, and soon Parker and I were alone.

"So you got a handle on the peer review paper?" I asked as soon as Caleb left.

"I think so. Thanks for explaining it to me. Caleb seemed like he got it too." Parker commented on the study session. Then: "You know, I may not have, what's it called, gaydar? But if I didn't know better, I'd say that Caleb might be like us." I was somewhat surprised, but not totally.

"You really think so?" I asked to gauge Parker's response.

"Well the way he wanted to wrestle me, I thought it wasn't too strange, but just a little."

"Yeah, you have a point. I just have missed like any clues, like I'd know what to look for. I mean, look how long it took us to figure each other out." I laughed, and Parker smiled, then gave me a huge hug and a sensuous kiss. I don't know if it was the events of the evening with Caleb here, but when he hugged me I could tell he was already hard, as he pressed his body against mine.

So we made it four nights in a row. Afterward, we showered and as every night before, we fell asleep in each other's arms. Would we keep the streak going tomorrow? Since Mom would be home tomorrow night, it might be a little more difficult, but of course we would certainly try.

And try we did, with success. No towel snapping, no shower sex. But after we closed the door and crawled into bed, we very quietly moved into the sixty-nine position and slowly sucked each other until we both reached our destination at the same time, and sealed it with a slow, sensual kiss. What a great five days we had together. Would it be six?

Saturday was busy for Parker. He had to be at school by eight o'clock in the morning for a wrestling match in Belvidere, a town about twenty five minutes to the east of school. I stayed home to work on my homework, since I couldn't ride the team bus and Mom still had to sleep for a while longer.

Shortly after two in the afternoon Parker texted me to let me know he was on the way back to school. His matches went well, winning them as usual. He did comment that Rhonin lost his first match of the year, so he was quite pissed at himself and the rest of the people around him. In my mind I thought that it suited him right for being a dick to everyone around him. I don't like that guy at all.

Saturday evening, Mom had a date with Mr. O. He stopped by the house to pick Mom up at six pm and was happy to see both Parker and me together. Jokingly he asked us if we were staying home to work on our social issues homework, which of course we responded that we had it all done and were going to just relax and play video games all night after eating delivered Chinese food. He laughed and told us to have a great night, and then when Mom was in the bathroom getting ready he quietly told us that he was glad to see both of us talking again and once again happy. We both thanked him, and I thought all was fine until after Mom and him left the house.

"What did Mr. O. mean about that he's `glad to see both of us talking again and once again happy'?" Parker asked in an unsure voice that I was halfway expecting.

"Um, well, uh, look. One day several weeks ago he could tell that I was sad, and that you were not doing well either. Babe, he cares about what happens to us. Think about it, we're always together, always happy. He knows we're good friends, right?" Parker nodded his head. "So he asked me after class one day what was going on. We ended up going back to his office to talk. And I, well, um..." Parker interrupted me before I could say more. "Wait, you didn't tell him that we're both gay, did you? DID YOU?"

I had to be truthful with him.

"Babe, I was so upset and so not myself. He asked me if I knew what was going on with you, and I told him that I thought your parents were having trouble. Then I broke down crying when he asked if there was more." Still not happy, Parker spoke. "So then, continue..."

"I was desperate. I couldn't control my emotions. I'm sorry, but I told him that I am gay. There was no way to explain why I felt the way I did about you. I just told him then that you and I were a...and now we're not. Babe, he was so understanding. He called me brave for taking that step in realizing who I am. He told me this and I quote: `I will not say anything to Parker or anyone else about what you confided in me today' end quote. And he never said a word to Mom, or anyone else. He is a man of his word and can be trusted."

Parker looked very nervous now and I was not sure if he was still upset or would forgive me again. I got really nervous too but felt like he deserved the truth. Silence surrounded us. Choosing my words carefully, I spoke again.

"Look babe, I love you so much. I know it's a process, and one that you're not ready to go through yet. I can respect that and will be patient with you. It's just that once I came out to Mr. O. I felt an immense relief come over me. We can trust him. I did tell Mom what I told him, and she was happy for me. Babe, she knows about us and hasn't said anything to anyone either. When Mom and I had dinner with him and his son the other night, he never said a word, and neither did his son Jake, so I know Jake doesn't know. Mr. O. just wants what is best for me and best for you. Please trust me. Maybe it would be good for you to talk with him."

Parker thought for another moment. In a surprised move, he came towards me with a pissed off look on his face. I thought he was going to start to fight me like we did in the locker room again. But instead, he sternly told me to get up. I was shaking now, as he stared into my eyes. His fists clenched, and I was at the moment of not sure if I'd have to choose to fly or stay and fight. I almost closed my eyes in fear as he moved toward me. I froze and closed my eyes.

I waited for him to hit me.

Total relief came over me though as he wrapped his arms around me, kissed my cheek, then my lips. We embraced as he whispered in my ear. "I believe you. I do trust Mr. O., and yes, I should talk to him. One thing is for sure, I do love you and do not want to lose you again. I'm not ready to tell my parents yet, but maybe Mr. O. can help me reach that point. I know for certain that I am gay. Getting to the next step might just be what's needed. I'm just not sure that my team would accept me being gay."

We talked for a few more minutes in each other's arms. He was calm, which was good. But then he totally surprised me with a few final words. "I'm not mad at you, my love, but this was a surprise to me. I know we have a few hours before Mom comes back from her date, so I think it's appropriate that this is how our sixth night is going down tonight."

He reached in his duffle bag and pulled out a clean black CK jock strap and handed it to me.

"Looks like it's going to be your turn again tonight." He calmly said in a slightly evil tone of voice. I responded in words that even my own ears were surprised to hear me say.

"I've been a bad boy and need to be punished"

Much like the other night where we role played him being the master and me being that bad kid needing to be punished, Parker brought out the belt and gave me several good spanks with belt on my bare butt. He told me to bend over and touch my ankles, which I did. Four or five more swats with the belt again, and as much as I was feeling the pain, I was still erect and leaking.

I'm not sure where Parker got the next idea, but did it ever turn me on. So he found my one cowboy like handkerchief, the one that is red and white. He folded it over and over until it made the perfect blindfold. Before he put it on though, he made me strip my clothes off, except for the jock strap, which by now was getting a little wet on the inside from my precum.

"Get on your knees, boy," he commanded in a rough voice. I did as he told me to do, and I felt his presence in front of me now and could feel the heat from his body so close to my face. I heard him pull his sweats down as well as his underwear.

"Open your mouth, boy." I opened it thinking that he'd probably make me suck him, and I was right, but first he buried the left side of his sack and shaft in my mouth, my nose breathing in the scent of his manhood and his thick pubic hair patch. "Lick my balls. Get them nice and wet." I did as he said, licking the hairy, full sack, licking his balls like they were a huge suckers. "Oh yeah, that's it. Suck each ball in your mouth."

I was in heaven. I couldn't see anything, so when I felt the soft heat from the head of his wet dick on my lips, I sucked on it like my life depended upon it. I could hear him moaning as I worked his cock over good in my mouth until he grabbed my hair and told me to stand up and turn towards the bed. I did as he said, and as I stood next to the bed, he forced me to lay down on my stomach, while still standing. This left my butt and eager hole ready for him. I thought maybe he'd lick it like he did before, but this time he just spit a glob of saliva on my butt crack and let it run down to my hole, where he rubbed the saliva around my hole. He did this a couple of times, the last couple of times he used his finger to push the spit into my hole.

I wanted him, and started to speak, but he told me to be quiet. I spoke again and this time he told me to open my mouth, so I did willingly, only to be surprised by his sweaty underwear being shoved in my mouth. I about got totally grossed out by it, but then something made me feel different and suddenly it became a huge turn on to me. I tried to move my hands to take the underwear out, but he quickly grabbed my tee shirt and used it to tie my wrists together behind my back.

Seconds later, he made his move, as his rock hard cock was now pressed against my spit slickened hole, and easily went it. I could feel him all the way in, and he now began to move in and out like before. Just the idea of being tied up and being punished with his underwear in my mouth was almost enough to make me shoot my load in the jockstrap. But I held on for a few more minutes when he pulled out and made me lay down on my back on the edge of the bed.

Quickly, Parker was back in me, resuming the motions as before. I wasn't going to last long, and neither was he. When he erupted in me, I thought I'd shoot without touching myself, but I did not. I couldn't touch myself because of my hands being tied up still, so I began to make begging sounds, as if to say, please let me touch myself or please suck me. He must have heard me because as he pulled out, I felt him pull the jock down, freeing my captive cock. With his left hand he lifted my cock up from my abs and took it all in his mouth. Oh my God! I thought I'd died and gone to heaven! I couldn't stop, and seconds later I exploded in his mouth, flooding him with jet after jet with my jizz. I thought for sure he'd swallowed it as he'd done before, but this time he moved to me, took out the underwear and pried my mouth open and although I couldn't see him, I had an idea what was coming next, and I was right. He opened his mouth and all of my cum when directly into my mouth. At first I thought about spitting it back out, but I didn't want to stain my sheets, so just as I was about to swallow, I felt his lips on mine, so I opened my mouth and shared my load with him again.

Finally we were both spent, and Parker took the blindfold off my face and eyes, undid my hands, and laid on top of me as we embraced and hugged for the next half an hour or so. It was amazing, dirty, naughty, and bad, but for some reason, I liked it a lot. Once again we showered, hugged, and kissed after brushing our teeth. Now in clean undies, we climbed into the bed contemplating going to sleep, even if it was only ten thirty at night.

As we laid in bed next to each other, naked except for our matching CK black boxer briefs we held hands and talked about the week spent together and the fun we'd had. We were listening to some relaxing music, some jazz music, or some instrumental station I found on Spotify. It set the mood for two young lovers to enjoy each other after reconciliating our differences and enjoying the fact that once again we were together. Parker took a deep breath and began to speak.

"This is nice. I missed this so much when we were apart. For me, there is something about holding hands with the one you love that is so romantic. Forgive me for being so mushy, but deep inside I am a romantic and as much as I love the sex stuff, this is cool too."

"I agree." I whispered back. I rolled onto my right side facing him now. With my left pointer finger I traced the line from his chin all the way down to his belly button, his soft hairs almost tickling my fingertips. I then moved my hand back up to his firm pectoral muscles, running my fingertips between his perky nipples then just slowly caressing his smooth chest. He continued.

"Can you imagine us like seven or eight years from now when we graduate from college being together like this every night?" I was surprised by his vision but admitted to myself that it was a cool thought.

"Well babe, that is a long time from now, but yeah, it would be so cool. Do you think that we could make it that long being together?"

"I know that I love you and know that you're my best friend. I can't imagine my life without you, my best friend, and my boyfriend, in it." He turned his head to face me, and we kissed.

"Awe, I love you and can't imagine my life without you in it either. The past month or so has been so tough. I'm glad that we're back together." And I meant it. I had missed him so much and came to realize that not only were we boyfriends, but he was my best friend too. I thought about all of the things that we'd done together, and I just couldn't imagine not having him here to do more fun things in the future.

My eyelids starting getting heavy and as we laid close to each other I could sense Parker's breathing getting relaxed and rhythmic as both of us were about ready to drift off to sleep. The last voice I heard was him whispering to me: "I love you." I barely remember telling him that I loved him too.

Sunday morning found both of us sleeping with our bare backs to each other. I thought I heard Mom come home and check on us, but I wasn't sure. It had been a busy week, so it felt good to sleep in until close to ten thirty in the morning. Mom had left a note that there were fresh bagels in the box on the counter, with strawberry and plain whipped cream cheese in the fridge. When I went to the bathroom I made sure that Mom was asleep, and she was. I crawled back into bed where Parker was still sound asleep. My devious little mind knew what it wanted, and so of course when I reached under the covers to find my lover's underwear tenting. I could feel his erection and immediately I knew what I wanted to do.

Carefully I lowered the waistband on his briefs just far enough to expose his throbbing head. One taste and soon I took him in my mouth, savoring the way it felt in my mouth. He was still asleep for close to the first ten minutes or so. By then his precum was flowing and I heard him beginning to moan. His legs began to move and while he was still asleep he moved his briefs down giving me access to his hairy sack where is full balls were tight against his body. A few minutes more of sucking and he woke up in time to run his fingers through my hair and to hold my head in place as he exploded in my mouth as I greedily swallowed his load down my throat. When I finished I moved up to his face where he was smiling. Without thinking we embraced then his lips met mine as his tongue darted into my mouth to taste his own juices. I was so horny that when he made the move to reciprocate I knew it wouldn't take long at all. It seemed like just seconds later that I felt my body start to tense up and I shot my own load into his eager mouth. It was an amazing way to wake up and even though we'd been together for a week now, it saddened me to think that tomorrow I'd wake up alone.

We spent Sunday morning and early afternoon playing Minecraft and then watched some anime. It was so relaxing to just lay on my bed under the covers in just our briefs. Mom wouldn't be up until five, so we didn't have to worry about her finding us in bed next to each other. During our anime show on Netflix, we practically were in each other's arms. I was hard most of the time, so was Parker. Somehow though, we resisted having sex again, although it was not easy to resist. It was almost four fifteen when Parker got a text from his mom letting him know that she was ready for him to come home. Despite his best pleas, she still felt that he needed to be home with her tonight and fifteen minutes later she pulled in the driveway waiting for Parker to gather his things and return home with her. We said our good-byes while kissing like lovers do, and just like that, he had left my house and was on his way home. Shortly after Parker left, Mom woke up and we talked about her night at work. What she had to tell me was really sad. Without giving me too much information, she did tell me that a boy my age was brought into the ER in bad shape. Apparently, he had gotten into a fight with his father, brought on totally from the father's rage against the son, because the son had come out to his father as being gay. I was horrified and felt so bad for this boy, because he was my age and probably thought it was safe to tell his father he was gay. I must have had a horrified look on face, so Mom asked me if I was okay.

"Si Mama, I'm okay. I'm really sad for this boy and I hope he's okay."

"I cannot say much, mi amor. But he did have some deep bruises on his face and his upper body. Worst of all he did suffer a fractured right humerus bone. And I probably should not tell you this, but I'm quite certain he is a student at your school."