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Carter and the Biker Boy
Chapter 39
"...I was going to break you guys up but as I got closer the next thing I knew you two were kissing each other."
We were now sitting crossed legged on twin beds across from each other in Caleb's room when the incriminating evidence was thrown at me from Caleb, who now looked like he was either going to throw up or was going to start crying after making his damning statement about what he witnessed that cold winter's day in the locker room at Harlem High School's swimming pool complex. Oddly enough, some dramatic sounding music was now playing on his phone, seemingly a bit too loud for one o'clock in the morning.
Parker and I had made a pact that we wouldn't out each other, but of course since I'd already told John about us, I hadn't exactly kept up my end of the deal. Now faced with a situation where my best friend from the swim team and friend whom Chase's brother Noah sensed could be gay just like us, was asking me if my best friend and lover, and I were gay, so once again I had to make a decision to tell him the truth or to tell him a lie.
I did not want to lie to him.
Thinking quickly, I answered his question with the best response I could muster, slowly and confidently.
"Um, yes, you saw us fighting and you saw us make up that day after swim practice. To answer your question, yes, we are best friends. Yes, we are gay, and yes we are boyfriends."
A wave of relief crashed over Caleb as he managed a slight smile, as the realization that his assumption was correct and had reassured him that he was no longer alone in his own feelings, evident as he confessed his own secret moments after hearing my proclamation.
"Oh man, Carter. I've been wanting to ask you that question for so long, ever since that day, but was so afraid to ask. But since you are, then I feel like I can finally, um..." he looked like he was on the verge of tears, the words not wanting to come, but then: "I can finally tell you that like you guys, I am... well, I um, yeah...you know... (a huge pause and a deep breath) the same." The dam was about to burst, and we both knew it, so I got up and sat on the bed next to him. I reached out to him, first my right hand on his shoulders then as I whispered in his ear "It's okay, you can tell me that you're gay, right?" to which he nodded and fell into my arms, sobbing in relief that he finally crossed the first line to admitting to himself and to me who he really was.
I held him for several minutes as he continued to cry. I whispered in his ear that it was going to be okay, and that I promised I'd always be there for him to help him get through anything. I then asked him a question to get him to talk to me.
"So, um, how long have you known that you're gay?" I carefully and softly asked him as his tears had subsided and he was slowly gaining control of his breathing and his composure.
"Um, I think I've known for a few years, like when I found out about, you know, where babies come from and all that stuff. It just never seemed like it was something for me. But I thought I'd change my mind, you know? And then I started to find myself attracted to cute guys. I tried to deny it, I really did. But then I met you and I..." He stopped before finishing his sentence, and suddenly I feared that my friend had a crush on me. I never realized it. I didn't know what to say, so I said the only thing that made sense at the moment.
"You met me and then what happened?"
"I'm too embarrassed to tell you. Although you can probably figure it out. I'm such a loser." I wasn't going to let my friend tear himself apart by not allowing himself to express his feelings.
"Caleb, you're not a loser. You're a great guy and you're a fighter, and certainly not one who quits or gives up on things. Look, I've let you know that I'm here for you and no matter what you tell me, that's not going to change, okay? We can't let our friendship end. I won't allow it, got it?"
A faint smile came across his face -- the same smile I'd loved about him. With my right hand I continued to rub his now sweaty defined back and neck muscles. At the same time I felt myself growing in my boxer briefs as the idea of what my friend was going to tell me was turning me on.
"I don't want anything to come in the way of our friendship either. I mean you are the first and only person who knows the truth about me because I trust you. But I have to confess to you that I'm like... Oh man... I, you, um, were and um are so... damn cute. Ugh." He put his now red face in his hands and then just laid his cards on the table while still covering his face. "The first time you spent the night I was so nervous `cuz I couldn't believe you were here in my room. Then when you agreed to help me with my swimming and we would be next to each other in the locker room changing into our swim suits and shower, it was like I couldn't control myself and, you know, would get excited. So you can't imagine how I felt when I saw you and Parker kissing in the locker room after you guys were fighting. It was like my dream came true, with the lone exception being you two together."
I almost didn't know what to say. I was in awe of Caleb's confession and was feeling vulnerable as well. Parker was almost a thousand miles away in Colorado and I was getting turned on from touching Caleb's back. It would be way too easy to make that same mistake I'd made many times before. And now my raging boner was straining against the thin fabric of my boxer briefs. I was certain Caleb's perpetual hard on was doing the same.
It would be so easy to give in.
I desperately needed to release the pent up sexual energy that was nearly busting out of my shorts, or I needed to take a seriously freezing cold shower.
The battle in my mind raged on, as the logical me, the one that was only thinking about my boyfriend being true to me on vacation, was telling me that I needed to cool my jets and just tell Caleb that Parker and I made a pact that we would be exclusive to each other, and not fool around with any other guys. Logical me told me to do what was right. Then there was the not so logical me, or the little red devil that kept whispering in my ear to "Give in to your carnal desires and rip Caleb's clothes off and take what you want to take, it's what he wants, and since he has a crush on you, he'll let you do anything with him. Nike time, boy. Just do it! Don't be such a good boy and a wimp! Be a STUD, man!" But I was also seriously worried that if I did do what the devil in my brain wanted me to do, Caleb might get the wrong idea, that it would be okay to fool around while Parker was far away. And then if he wound up telling Parker, I'd be screwed and lose the love of my life.
Then again, by pushing him away it would only serve to damage his already fragile state of mind.
The few moments of silence were growing longer than either of us felt comfortable with. Before I could think of what to respond to his proclamation to me, he spoke.
"I shouldn't have told you. I'm such a dweeb and an idiot. I'm sorry Carter. Please don't be angry with me -- I just felt like it would be okay to tell you how I felt -- now I'm regretting it big time. I'm so stupid."
As I gazed into his eyes for a moment before he looked away. I knew what I wanted to say, to tell him that I was with Parker and had to be faithful to him, but when I saw the fear and hurt in Caleb's eyes, I knew he was not doing well.
"Come here, can I hug you?" I whispered with a slight smile. He slowly nodded his head and turned toward me.
We fell into each other's arms; his sweaty palms touched my neck.
He felt good in my arms. Too good.
The devil was screaming in my ear to just go for it.
I swore I could feel his heart beating rapidly against mine through the thin fabric of his tee shirt.
Acting almost upon instinct, my lips found his warm and sweaty neck, and I kissed him gently, his skin tasting of sweat. He sighed and let out a low moan.
He did the same to me and as his lips touched my skin, I felt it all the way down to my briefs, which now had a small stream running in them. My movements now were almost on autopilot, while Caleb was following my moves. I wanted to kiss his lips, and as I moved up his neck to his cheek, my heart raced with anticipation, and I was ready to make my move.
We both reacted to the sound of footsteps slowly coming down the hallway followed by subsequent three soft knocks on Caleb's closed bedroom door. We separated quicker than two scared animals in the wild and as Caleb's mom opened the door, I'd already retreated to the other bed.
"You boys are still awake?" She whispered with concern in her voice. "I could hear your music and voices coming through the air conditioning ducts. Your father and I are trying to get some sleep, so please lower your voices and turn down the music. And don't stay up too late, okay?"
"Um, okay Mom, sorry that we woke you up. I guess I didn't think we were talking that loud." I could tell that all of a sudden Caleb looked stricken with fear as he must have just realized and was now worried that his mom might have heard our conversation.
"Okay, get to sleep soon, okay? I love you, sleep well. Carter, what time do you need to be up tomorrow, or should I say later today?"
"Oh, no specific time really. I don't think we have anything going on. I'll leave my phone on vibrate so in case my mom texts me I'll wake up. But thank you for asking!" She smiled and told both of us goodnight. My heart was still racing from the close call of almost getting caught trying to kiss my good friend. As his mom closed his bedroom door, a look of relief came over Caleb's face, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Oh my gosh, that was close. Do you think she heard what we said so she heard me tell you that I'm gay?" I could tell he was still quite nervous as he said those words in about five seconds, with his voice wavering.
"Yeah, it was close. But no I don't think she heard what we said. Maybe tomorrow she might ask, but don't tell her if you're not ready to come out to her yet." I didn't know what else to say, and really didn't want my friend to make his life miserable not knowing how his parents and brother might react.
I reached across to Caleb who was obviously still quite nervous, as he was fidgeting with the button on the back of his phone again. I took his hands in mine and looked into his scared and tired eyes.
"It's going to be okay. You just have to relax, okay? When the time is right, you will be able to tell your parents. I promise that I'll be there for you if you need help from me, okay?" He nodded at me, and I could tell he wanted to be where we were before his mom interrupted us.
"Thanks, man. I really appreciate that. But, I have to ask if I can have another hug, you know, to um, help me calm down. Please?"
I didn't think giving him another hug would be that bad.
Ha.
We both stood up, still holding hands. We were both wearing tee shirts and basketball shorts -- mine black Adidas and he had blue Nike shorts. I was wearing my boxer briefs, and I wasn't sure what Caleb was wearing, but as soon as we embraced, I could feel him hard against me, so I'm guessing he wasn't wearing anything restrictive.
I cannot lie. He felt good in my arms. Still shorter than me by about three inches, he rested his left cheek against mine as I wrapped my arms around his back and began to rub his tension filled upper back muscles, causing him to sigh. "Relax, okay?" I whispered in his ear. He nodded his head and now he moved slowly and cautiously, nervously kissing my neck ever so carefully. I felt his kiss radiate through my body almost, causing a reaction in my groin, now as hard as before.
Still embracing, I moved my head to return the kiss on his neck, just like I did before his mom opened the door moments earlier.
My hormones, and his for that matter, were raging out of control. For me, it had been quite a few days, so many that I'd lost count since Parker and I had been together. It'd been even longer since I'd jacked off and that little devil in my ear was begging for me to undress Caleb and suck him like there was no tomorrow.
The worst part was that I now knew that Caleb was experiencing his dream come true of being in my arms and finally feeling my (clothed) body against his. I don't want to sound conceited here, but I'd have felt the same way and would have jumped my bones too if I was him. I know how it felt the first time Parker and I held each other, so I'm sure he was about ready to explode.
The kiss I so carefully and gently placed on his neck caused him to moan ever so softly, so I kissed his neck again, and once again. As if on autopilot, with each kiss I moved closer to his face, his smooth cheek felt so good as I moved closer to his lips.
Caleb had stopped kissing me back, and I knew he was letting me guide him. But I knew if our lips met, there would be no turning back. Or could we?
I could feel him trembling as his nerves were getting the best of him. I held him tighter, continuing to rub his neck and tight upper back muscles.
Our lips met.
Quivering, he obviously had never experienced a passionate kiss before.
I kissed his lips gently. He was taking nervous breaths as we basked in the moment where we probably shouldn't have gone, but it was a moment between two friends who finally knew the truth about each other. A moment that may or may not ever happen again. A moment that brought us together, with me trying to nurture my friend and comfort him as he shared his secret with me.
We kissed again, this time more than just our lips meeting. This time his tongue found mine and it was definitely obvious that he was not at all grossed out by kissing another guy.
Breaking away from each other, our eyes met. His hazel green eyes were dreamy like, yet so alive with relief and wonder that it created an awkward moment where we didn't know quite what to say. For a brief second or two, I sensed some fear in those eyes, so I smiled and just simply said "hey".
"Hey" Caleb whispered back, a slight smile crept across his face as he blinked and looked up at me. "I have to confess," he whispered again. "I've had so many dreams of this moment happening between us. I just can't believe they've finally come true."
I took a deep breath and slowly nodded my head and just replied with a quiet "wow".
"I've also had those dreams where you and I..." he then rethought what it was he wanted to say and realized that he'd probably better not confess to me just how graphic his dreams about me were. I laughed and kissed his neck again, drinking in his scent.
I could feel him hard against my own, and an overwhelming part of me so desperately wanted to make those dreams come true for him.
But the logical part, the part that reminded me about that commitment I'd made to my boyfriend snapped me back to reality. As badly as I wanted to keep going, I knew in my own mind it would be the wrong thing to do.
Boldly, Caleb began to move his hands from around my neck and began massaging my back, my side, and now his slightly shaking hands found the waist band of my basketball shorts.
I had to stop him.
But stopping him was the last thing I really wanted to do.
But I had to. Plain and simple.
I'm sure his hormones were raging like a blazing forest fire burning out of control. I know mine were, and as full and aching as my balls were, I'm sure Caleb's were just as full and aching, begging for release.
Instead of pulling my basketball shorts down and reaching inside, he held me close to him again, steel against steel, now damp shirt against damp shirt. His lips found my neck again, then my cheek, then my lips as his tongue boldly found mine.
We kissed for what seemed like a half an hour, still standing in place, still with his hands on my waist. I was still massaging his back and shoulders.
He then boldly moved his hands inside my shirt, his sweaty smooth hands touching my skin, causing me to get even hornier, if that was possible. The devil in my ear was screaming at me to rip his clothes off and take him like there was no tomorrow.
His touch felt so good. I was still okay with him kissing me and massaging my back.
I was doing the same, as our tongues were now practically wrestling in each other's mouths.
When he moved to lift my shirt up to remove it, Reality dumped its bucket of ice cold water over my head, and I had to stop him. Fuck.
"Caleb," I whispered. "We have to stop. I -- I so badly do not want to stop, but I have to, you know?"
I could see the dejection in his eyes. He looked down at me, probably noticing my very prominent erection. And then he whispered, almost in tears.
"You... don't like me, or you find me repulsive. I get it. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have..."
"Caleb," I slowly and almost apologetically replied. "Oh man, it's not that at all. I find you so attractive and you're extremely cute and hot. You definitely have me turned on. It's just that..." he interrupted me again, realizing what I was about to tell him.
"Parker. Right?" he now looked up into my eyes, his saddened eyes moist and about ready to burst.
I slowly nodded my head with almost the same sadness in my eyes. A small smile formed as our eyes met again.
"We agreed that we would be committed to our relationship, and not be with other guys. It's a long story that I'll tell you someday. But we do love each other, and even though we're young, and the future is like way far away, we still want to be together. I hope you understand. I mean, I think it's okay for us to be like we have, but to go further probably would not be a good thing. I'm sorry."
Caleb took a deep breath while still holding on to my waist. I was afraid of how he would react, but as we continued to hold each other in silence, he then surprised me with his response.
"I understand. I'd kinda expect the same from you if you were my boyfriend. But is it okay if I kiss you again?" I nodded and smiled as we moved close together to indulge in another kiss. Just before our lips met, however; he spoke again. "So I'm like so horny and my boner isn't going away at all. I've heard my brother talk about jacking off with one of his friends before, and I know they're both straight, so what if we jacked off, me on my bed, and you on the other bed? I promise I won't touch you, but maybe you can tell me about you and Parker being together, if that doesn't sound too weird?"
I smiled, nodded my head, and then kissed him. I felt relieved knowing that at least on the outside he was okay with me turning him away from going further.
When we finally broke our minutes long kiss, I told him he could take my shirt off, which he did. I took his shirt off and drank in the sight of his smooth skin, defined abs, and a slight trail of dark hair drifting down into his briefs. A scant growth of dark hair covered his pits, which were damp with sweat, his body giving off pheromones that smelled so good.
Next his nervous hands found the waist band of my basketball shorts again. As he pulled them down past my erection, I noticed him just staring at it as I stepped out of my shorts. I did the same to him and was surprised at just how big he really was.
"We should probably take our own underwear off, don't you think?" Caleb once again whispered, but this time in a much different tone of voice, a voice that certainly sounded like his own little devil.
"Sure, that's fine." I replied, and seconds later I slowly lowered the waistband, so my erection was finally freed from the captive shorts. Almost embarrassed, Caleb tried to hide the quarter-sized wet spot that had formed in the upper right hand corner of his dark blue Nautica briefs. Slowly he lowered his briefs, and his cock instantly sprung upward and was plastered against his abdomen, his full, nice sized balls were hanging low in their sack. He looked so hot and so cute that it was all I could do from jumping on his bed and sucking his cock like there was no tomorrow.
But I resisted, and now we were standing naked in front of each other.
"We should probably go to our beds now, right?" Caleb smiled as he whispered. I nodded in agreement. We were now lying on our backs in the same direction. "So tell me what you and Parker did on your first time together."
So I began to tell him about the night in Parker's basement on his wrestling mat and how we ended up kissing and then eventually sucked each other. He asked me how it felt to have his dick inside my mouth and, um, down below. He then asked me to describe Parker's cock to him, you know, size, length, etc.
By now Caleb was touching his chest, then when I told him about how good Parker's cock felt in my mouth and inside me, he moaned in unison with his right hand stroking his erection, causing his precum stream to flow even more. I then told him about how to make it last longer until cumming, by edging, rather than just stroke until he would spray his load all over the place.
"Think of it as going to the edge of a waterfall. Get up to the edge but don't jump." He smiled and said he'd try.
"I don't know, man." He admitted. "I don't think I'm going to last another minute. I was also getting close. Caleb's breathing was rapidly increasing, and I could tell he was going to blow any second.
"Stop stroking your dick. Put your hands at your side." That he listened to me gave me a bit of a power trip and it made my dick throb even harder. Then he asked a crazy question.
"How about you tell me what you would do to me right now." He whispered, smiling from ear to ear. Since I was getting close, I stopped and played along.
"Um, I'd start by kissing you on the lips, then kiss your neck, and each nipple, taking time to suck and lick each of them. Then I'd run my fingers down your side, your abs, down your legs to your feet, and then back up to your balls. I'd spread your legs a little so I could touch your hole. Then I'd pretty much suck each of your balls until your sack was soaking wet with my saliva. By now I'd bet that your dick would be leaking precum so much that I could get your entire cock slippery with my hand." Caleb was moaning now, wanting to touch himself. I shook my head no.
"Next, I'd run my tongue up the shaft of your dick, then as I got close to the sweet spot by the head, I'd instead lick around the head before taking your entire dick in my mouth all the way until my nose was on your pubes."
Caleb's dick was plastered tight against his groin now and a small pool of precum had formed on his groin. My own cock was leaking precum like crazy too, and I knew if I started stroking again, it would be over in an instant.
"Now I want you to take your fingers and touch yourself in the same manner I just described."
As he touched his neck, his throat, then his nipples, I told him to squeeze each one lightly. He moaned again, a little louder this time. Doing as I had said, by the time his hands were touching his balls, I could tell he was getting close.
Sure enough, by the time he reached the head of his cock, he scooped up the pool on his groin and smeared it on the head of his throbbing cock. He stroked his cock about three times and that was all it took.
I counted close to twelve shots of cum that volleyed from his dick to all over his chest. The first two streams hit his face and almost got in his eyes. When the orgasm subsided, I could see the sense of relief on his face.
"Now it's your turn, Carter." Caleb whispered. He pretty much verbatim told me to do the same, and as I got to the point of touching my cock's sweet spot, the result was the same. I was surprised at the volume of cum I released. When my orgasm subsided, I felt spent, but relaxed and ready for bed. I took my towel from the swim party out of my backpack and cleaned all of the cum off my chest. Caleb had already done the same.
"That was amazing, Carter. Thanks." He whispered as we climbed under the covers in our respective beds. "It's been an amazing day too. Thanks for being here for me. You're such a good friend, like the best friend I've ever had. Thanks again.
I smiled and told him it was my pleasure.
The following morning nothing about the previous night was mentioned between us. Caleb seemed to be in a great mood, despite being very tired.
Mom picked me up at almost noon, which was fine since we didn't get a lot of sleep. I was exhausted still, but I was still in like total awe with Caleb coming out to me.
He and I hugged for what felt like five minutes right before I walked out of the house to get in our car. Once again he whispered in my ear.
"Thank you, Carter. You're truly the best friend I've got, and I'll make sure to always be there for you."
"You're welcome, bro." I felt comfortable calling him bro, since he was like a brother to me now, and I certainly felt like our friendship would last the rest of our lives.
The rest of Sunday was spent resting and helping Mom clean the house and doing some laundry. After having pizza for dinner from our favorite Italian restaurant near the house, I took a shower and was going to go to bed early, since I'd probably go running in the morning with T before going to work with John. I was getting sleepy, and my last thoughts were about Parker, wondering how he was doing in Colorado. He did tell me he'd try to text or call me mid-week when he was closer to town, since there was no cell service in the national park.
I thought again about all that transpired between Caleb and me, as well as at the party at Chase and Noah's house. My last thoughts of the night before drifting off to sleep was the image of Caleb's cock spraying cum all over his chest and face.
So of course that night I had a very crazy dream of Caleb and me together. It was actually after swimming practice one day at school. As usual, we were standing at our lockers drying off and were ready to take off our swimsuits and shower. As usual, once Caleb took off his swimsuit, he was hard, his erect cock staring right back at him, plastered to his groin.
"Carter, look. I was thinking about you while we were swimming, and then seeing you in your Speedo, it looked like you were hard. And then remember the bet you made, that if one day I swam the front crawl faster than you, you would have to do what I would tell you to do. Remember?"
I nodded that I remembered that. He then reminded me about the race we had in the pool today.
"I beat you by at least four feet, if not more. So it's time to pay up."
I nodded my head in agreement.
"So here it is. I know you're gay. And you know that I'm gay. So the result of the lost bet is that you're going to have to suck me right now. You know you want it, so come over here now and start sucking."
Of course I did as he instructed. His cock felt so good in my mouth. His precum, flowing like a nice stream, tasted as sweet as could be. His dick was leaking so much that I thought he was actually cumming, but he was not. I was on my knees sucking him so good that he was moaning my name. Then he grabbed me by my hair and began forcing his cock deep into my mouth until I thought I was going to gag. But for some reason I didn't, and I didn't have any gag reflex. Before I knew it, his self-proclaimed thin eight inches were all in my mouth, and his naturally smooth sack was on my chin.
He would keep his cock in my mouth for what seemed like a long time, long enough that I felt like I was going to pass out. But he pulled out of my mouth in time for me to catch my breath.
This kept on going for a while -- maybe ten minutes or longer? Then he told me to lay down on my back on the end of the bench. He was now standing over me, his hard cock straddling my face. He leaned forward, and in one motion took my throbbing erection deep into his mouth. I reached up and swallowed his cock in one motion deep into my throat as before, until his smooth, full sack and balls were a mere inch from my face.
It didn't take long. As he started to explode in my mouth, it was all I could do to swallow his load without letting any of it go to waste, but since he had so much, cum was dripping down my face.
He was sucking me like there was no tomorrow, and finally I felt a massive orgasm building. I unloaded a huge stream of cum down his throat too. He took every last drop and kept sucking me until my dick was so sensitive I finally had to pull him off me.
Then I woke up. Yup, you guessed it. I'd filled my CK's with a massive load of sperm as the dream resulted in a very sensual, sexual wet dream. It was so vivid, so awesome that as I got up and changed into a dry pair of underwear, went to the kitchen to get a drink, then went back to bed, I couldn't sleep thinking about how much in my dream I enjoyed sucking Caleb's dick.
The week began with T and I going for our morning run, then showering before going to work at the house with John. We were making good progress, and John seemed to be quite happy with our progress. He told me all about his weekend with Jake camping and it sounds like they had a great time.
Between running in the morning and working on the house the rest of the day, I didn't have too much time to think about Parker. But before I knew it, Wednesday evening arrived, and it dawned on me that Parker should be calling me at some point in the evening.
Sure enough around eight thirty my phone buzzed while I was watching Heartstopper on Netflix. I answered right away before his ringtone had a chance to start over again. "Hello! How are you?" I so wanted to call him "mi amor" but knew that his dad might be listening or was near him, so I kept it cool.
"I'm doing great, other than the obvious, you know, missing our morning runs and all." I knew his dad was near so we would have to keep our conversations pretty much on the surface and not tell each other how much we loved the other and how much we missed each other.
"That's good, I bet Colorado is nice, huh?" He went on to tell me how much he liked the national park, and how fun the nights in the mountains were. He then asked about the party.
"Um, yeah, I mean it was fun. I'll tell you more when you get home." Once again I couldn't tell him much. After more idle chatter and conversation, I could hear his dad and some other guy talking then heard his dad tell him that it was time to get going for dinner. We said our good-byes and Parker promised he'd text me later. Hearing Parker's voice made me realize how much I missed him and how much I was looking forward to him coming home.
I didn't hear from him that evening, nor Thursday or Friday. Finally when I got up Friday morning I had a text message from Parker waiting for me.
< Buenos dias mi amor, sorry this is so late. You're probably just waking up. Te he extrañado mucho y no puedo esperar a verte.
He wrote that he missed me so much and said that he couldn't wait to see me.
I knew he was afraid his dad would see his texts. Thankfully we both could read and write in Spanish! So I responded back to him in Spanish...
< Te echo mucho de menos mi amor. No puedo esperar a sentir tu cuerpo junto al mío.
I knew he might not completely understand that I wrote about wanting to feel his body next to mine, but I thought I'd take the chance he would.
Later in the day he did respond with a huge blushing smiley face, so I knew that he did like what I had written. I was so excited, since in just a little over forty eight hours my boyfriend would be back home, where hopefully he and I would spend some quality time together, making up for lost time.
Sure enough, the next forty eight hours passed by incredibly slow. Luckily I was busy enough doing things like laundry and helping John bring some cabinets into the house, as well as about fifty pieces of wooden trim. John and Jake ate dinner with us Saturday night. After dinner, Jake and I played Mario Cart while Mom and John watched a couple of episodes of "Yellowstone" in the living room. I really did enjoy Jake's company, and we were becoming good friends, despite our age difference. He was just a super cool kid, and it seemed like he really looked up to me.
The day finally came when Parker and his dad came home from Colorado. Their flight got in fairly early Sunday morning, and by the time they drove from Chicago to Rockford it was almost eleven a.m.. It seemed like forever since I'd seen him, so fortunately Mom had left to spend the afternoon and most of the evening with John, so I had the house to myself. Just the thought of being with him gave me a perpetual erection that was nearly busting out of my black CK low rise briefs. In fact, I felt a wet spot on my left hip area that I'd not felt before, as I realized that instead of pointing straight up above the waist band, it was pointing to the left.
So by the time Parker rode up the driveway on his bike about an hour after the time the wet spot started, my erection had yet to fully subside. Wearing an olive green CSU baseball hat backwards, a white Nike tee-shirt and black Nike basketball shorts, he was looking hotter than ever, and I just couldn't wait for him to be in my arms once again. His arms and legs were tan and looked to be more muscular than I'd remembered. I wanted to run out of the house and jump into his arms, but the viejita (old woman across the street) was in her yard watching as Parker rode into the driveway, so instead I waited by the door.
"Hey babe, how are you? Did you miss me?" Parker had a grin from ear to ear as he walked up the sidewalk carrying a white plastic bag with something inside.
"Mi amor! If you only knew how MUCH I've missed you!" I responded emphatically as we fell into each other's arms as soon as he walked in the house. As soon as our lips met, I could feel him hard against me, and I know he felt me as well.
Not many words were spoken as I shut and locked the living room door before we made our way to my room. In each other's arms, we kissed our way to the room, shutting the bedroom door just in case mom came home, and within literally minutes we were down to our briefs kissing with a passion known only to lovers who'd spent too much time away from each other. I could taste the faint remainder of spearmint gum on his tongue and in his mouth and it just served to take me to a level of utter horniness I'd seemingly not felt before.
Our hands were caressing each other's entire body as our lips made up for lost time. Finally removing my briefs, my aching hard on left a stream of clear fluid as it immediately snapped from my briefs to my groin, the slippery juice now pooling on my smooth belly.
I did the same to his damp black bikini briefs. His musk was incredible, a reminder of his scent that turned me on so much.
Our bodies finally met, skin to skin. As we touched, I thought I was going to explode. The feeling of his erection against mine was so intense that within a few seconds of touching each other, instead of grinding to explosive orgasms, we moved into our favorite position.
He tasted and felt amazing. So hard, so wet, so hot.
Yup, it lasted only about a minute. It was intense, and immense, and seemed like it wouldn't stop. But we wasted none of it.
As our lips once again met, we shared the lingering taste of each other, an aphrodisiac that kept our desire for more raging; our appetite unsatisfied, both seeking to satiate the yearning for each other's body.
I lost count. Four? Five times? Seven?
When we finally collapsed into each other's arms at the end of the last time, our sweaty bodies were spent of the pent up sexual energy that had reached an all-time high. "I missed you so much." I whispered in his left ear as he laid on his back caressing my side as I laid next to him, my now limp cock resting on his thigh.
"I missed you too, like you wouldn't believe," his fingers finding my taut nipple, threatening to rekindle the passion within. "Everything I saw, everywhere we went, I couldn't help but think about how fun it would have been to have you there with me. As much as we love the park here, imagine it being exponentially more magnificent in such splendor and beauty. Man, the mountains, and mountain air is just so amazing. We have to go there together. Just you and me. It would be so much fun."
He went on to describe the places he visited.
"Rocky Mountain National Park has got to be one of the coolest places we visited. I mean we went to Fort Collins, Loveland, Denver and even a place called Idaho Springs that oddly enough wasn't in Idaho. The hotel we stayed in Fort Collins was huge, it was an Embassy something or another. We ate breakfast there the first morning before we headed out to go backpacking."
He then went on to describe his backpacking experience.
"The trails we hiked on were easy at first, but then we got into quite a bit of elevation gain. It was really tiring, but by the time we got to the place where we set up camp, we got a campfire going and I never thought ramen noodle soup and water would taste so good. Surprisingly, Dad did okay on the hiking thing. His friend Jerry and his son Mike were pretty cool."
"How old is Mike? Is he cute?" I had to ask.
"Well, Mike is like twenty one, so I suppose as an older guy he's okay, but I'm not really into guys with full beards and long hair. He was nice and treated me really well. His dad was nice too. They had great knowledge of the park and knew the places to hike as well as the places to camp. I think Dad and I would have been lost without their help."
"So how does your dad know Jerry?" I was curious to know.
"Well dad worked for Jerry when he went out there before. He kept telling Dad to bring me out there and that he and Mike would take us camping. So Dad took him up on the offer and that's how we managed to go with them."
"So what else did you visit besides the park?"
"We didn't have a lot of extra time since we were out in the park for the better part of the week, but I did get a chance to visit CSU's campus in Fort Collins. It is pretty cool; I think I'd you'd like it."
"CSU?" I asked.
"Oh yeah, Colorado State University. So it's located right in town, and the campus is close to Horsetooth Reservoir, which is super cool because they have a place up there called Carter Lake. Of course I thought about you immediately, and almost said out loud that `hey my boyfriend's name is Carter!', but of course I didn't. We drove up there at night and could see the lights of the town from there. It's pretty neat, and once again, I think you'd like it. I think you'd like the campus too. The university is nice."
"Jeez, I never even knew about it until now. So do you think you'll go there?" I asked, although there was hesitance in my voice, especially as I paused a bit longer than normal between the two sentences.
The long pause between my question and Parker's response was foreshadowed by a deep breath and a sigh that suddenly gave me a chill across my bare skin. I was afraid to hear what he was going to say next, thinking that it might not be good news and certainly was going to affect us.
"Um, I don't know how to say this, so I'll just come out and say it for what I know at this moment."
He took another deep breath and I'm not sure why, but I felt a pang of fear go through my body. Parker reached over and held my hand in his as he spilled out his news.
"One of the reasons Jerry and Mike went camping with us is that Jerry and the company want to offer my dad a director's position at the company. It would be a great promotion for my dad and would almost double his salary. He hasn't told Jerry yes or no because he needs to convince my mom."
I was on the verge of tears. I tried holding back the best I could. Parker sensed this and held my hand tightly. I had to ask the inevitable, but my voice and words wouldn't form.
"So does this mean that you... would... have to..."
He nodded his head yes.