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Carter and the Biker Boy
Chapter 44
Everyone was happy with the news of Mom and John's engagement. My abuelitos, Tios, Primos, and friends were so happy that John wanted to adopt me and make me his son, and me taking his last name. Apparently none of my Mom's family liked my real dad, and for good reasons, from what I was told. Remembering the news of his past history and the fact that he did time in prison and if he had been released, he's had no contact with neither Mom nor me. Based on the fact that my real dad was basically a piece of "mierda" or shit, both Mom and I feel like we'd won the lottery in John.
With Labor Day approaching in a couple of weeks, the family was going to plan an engagement party for Mom and John. It would be a great celebration, indeed. Family from Chicago would be coming in, and even John's brother and mom would be there. We invited J.D. and Frank from Ontario, but they were uncertain if they could get away from the store for a day. I was enjoying my last few days before school started by just relaxing after cross country practice, which was going really well. Parker and I were leading the pack for the sophomores and were even challenging the best runners of the juniors and seniors. We both were close to running sub six minute miles which meant that if we could break the six minute mark, we'd be near the tops in the conference.
So on a beautiful warm August afternoon, I found myself sitting alone on the front porch, once again reading. It'd been quite a while since I'd read a text book let alone a fictional story. I'd recently picked up a book about running, so it was easy to identify with the main character, even if he was a college student trying to run a sub four minute mile! I was deep in the book, totally into it when I heard a familiar voice.
"Carter-man! You're by yourself reading on the porch. Wow, does that bring back great memories!" It was Dylan, who'd ridden up the driveway, parked his bike and was now walking up the sidewalk, looking as handsome as ever. With a biking outfit that totally matched -- black and red helmet, jersey, tight as fuck biking shorts, and matching shoes, Oakley sunglasses, I felt my pulse quicken, and a stir in my running shorts. I was afraid my dick would be hard and sticking out in no time.
"Hi Dylan, how are you?" I asked, tentatively, yet with a tinge of happiness to once again see my biker boy.
"I'm great. Just trying to make the best of the last few days at home before moving to school. You're almost ready to start your sophomore year! Wow, where does time go?" he remarked, actually sounding somewhat sentimental.
"I know, right?" I responded. He walked up to the porch. "Can I come up and sit down?"
"Oh sure, where's my manners, of course!" I stood up to pull the patio chair around mine so he could sit down by me.
"Damn boy, you've gotten taller! And look at those legs! Are you working out? Wow!"
We talked for almost an hour about school, the summer, cross country, swimming, and of course about Mom and John getting engaged. He then asked about Parker. "Yes, we're still together, exclusively. He's been going through some tough times, but above all, he's been there for me, so I've been there for him. We love each other and since early this year, it's just been us."
I told Dylan about how he had to come out to his parents, and so that prompted me to ask Dylan about his life. Nervously, and I don't know why, I asked him if he'd still been dating the guy he was biking with, or if his parents knew about him yet.
"No, James and I broke up shortly after we saw you last time. He and I just weren't meant to be. Too many differences, and then he's going away to school in New York City -- NYU I believe, so it would be just too difficult for us to stay together." I nodded my head in agreement and then repeated my question about if his parents knew about him.
"Yeah, so about that. If you remember back last year when all that stuff went down with Chase, Noah and all. Well yeah, my parents didn't ask me if I was gay, or not directly, but that asked me if I had fooled around with you know, guys. I admitted that I did, but I didn't admit to being gay. Dad is convinced that I'm not gay, that it's probably just a phase. He told me I'm too straight acting to be gay. Since he's paying for my school and all, I have to go along with what he tells me to do."
I sensed some nervousness and not necessarily the truth in what he was telling me. And then I boldly asked him one more time.
"But come on Dylan, isn't that living a bit of a lie, not only to your parents, but to yourself? I mean the way you were with me, it was, okay, maybe I was like in way too deep for you, but I don't know, I thought we had..." My voice trailed off, and I couldn't complete saying what I wanted to say, because it would admit to him and to myself as well that my infatuation went way beyond what he wanted and my God it would have just been too scary to figure out exactly the way he felt, knowing... or should I say NOT knowing the truth about him and his brother.
Dylan just stared down at the floor of the porch, knowing that I brought up a valid point, a point that maybe he was too afraid of admitting. Or too afraid to admit his true feelings about me. It looked almost like he was going to cry.
"Yeah, you have a point, Carter-man. It isn't easy, I mean part of my problem is that I was just a horny teenager like everyone else and I have to admit that with you, I just...found you so damn cute, and when we met and you were so nice to me, yeah, I pushed you away at first, but then I just couldn't get you out of my mind."
He put his face in his hands trying to hide his emotions. Damnit, I felt myself getting hard.
"And then the time we had together last summer was... a really great time. I loved being with you, I really did." Now I was leaking. Fuck.
"But then when school started and the soccer team and all, things really got out of control. I can't help but think that maybe if I'd just committed to you, we'd maybe still... maybe me being eighteen wouldn't have mattered between us."
Damn. Now I felt myself becoming so fucking horny that if I could just have one more time with him. Just once more. The demon in my right ear was just screaming for me to ask him to come into my room. I knew Mom wouldn't be home for another hour. Parker was with his mom in the suburbs at a shopping mall. John was somewhere with Jake, or at a meeting at school. It was the perfect opportunity to be together once more with my biker boy.
I felt like my self-control was spinning way out of control. The desire to kiss his perfect lips, taste his kisses, feel his tanned, hard body against mine, feel him so hard in my mouth, inside me, his lips and mouth around mine.
"Yeah, that would have been so...amazing. I think we could have been a committed couple to each other, and you're right, I don't think it would have mattered that you were older than me." I put my hand on his right shoulder as he was clearly feeling emotional, and the idea of him crying really bothered me.
"You think we could have? I mean, I did some really dumb things. And then you met Parker. I saw the way you two were together. Honestly, I wanted what you two have. Maybe it wouldn't have mattered what my parents thought. They liked you."
If I got any harder, I'd probably explode. I glanced down at him and saw that he was like me. I was getting nervous, almost starting to shake with nervousness and sheer sexual excitement. My resolve was fading fast.
"Yeah, we could have. That would have been great."
I was at a loss for words. I knew what I wanted to say, but I couldn't say it. I wanted to invite him in the house. I knew if I did it would be all over.
"You think so? I mean you think your mom would've been okay with me being over eighteen? And then what about me going away to school?"
Would it really matter what I said at this point? It was all hypothetical, and maybe he was just as horny as me. I mean why would he stop to talk to me anyway? Did he really think that I'd have broken up with Parker to be with him, or would I have even started dating Parker if I knew Dylan and I would have still been together?
"If we loved each other, I don't think it would have mattered to my mom. She's very supportive of Parker and me. John is too."
The game of cat and mouse continued. It was as if we were both finding a way to justify what we both wanted, me giving in and him getting what he came for.
"Well at least your family would have accepted me. Maybe if my parents knew it was you and they saw how good we were together, they would have accepted us being together. Maybe I could have finished the school year at Harlem and would not have been made to go to the Catholic school."
Now he was facing his own regrets for his actions. I wanted to push him on the whole Dayne thing. But the horniness that was reaching an all-time high only wanted one thing. It was winning out over any sort of reasoning and righteousness I had left inside me. And then...
"Can I use your bathroom?" he nervously and cautiously asked me.
"Um, yeah, sure" I paused as weak legs got up, and I felt the cool wet spot in my briefs that was quite large. "Let's go inside."
I opened the screen door and we walked into the living room. I could smell his sweat, his musk, the pheromones that seemed to be dripping from his body as he walked in and went down the short hallway to the bathroom, looking in at my tidy bedroom as he walked past.
I heard the toilet flush as I paced back and forth in the living room, the demons in my head fighting with the good ones, the battle raging on between right and wrong.
When he came back into the living room, I was standing by the screen door looking out. He walked up close behind me.
"Can I give you a hug?" Dylan asked. I turned to face him and couldn't help but notice him still in the same position as when he went in the bathroom. "Just a hug, okay?"
"Okay, sure" I nodded my head, the last battle between good and evil was about over. The devil was about to win again.
He opened his arms and I fell into him. I could feel him hard against me, and I'm sure he felt me against him as well and it felt so good. He exhaled deeply, wrapping his arms around me, holding me.
"I've missed you so much." He whispered in my ear. "Wow, you've grown, and feel those muscles! Dang boy, you've been working out."
Dylan massaged my back, feeling my muscles in my upper back and neck. Slowly he massaged my neck as my hands explored his back and neck, his moist skin and smooth biking shirt tight against his strong, muscular back. I felt his lips on my neck. The memories of our time together flooded into my brain, my muscles and nerves easily recalling the times we were together. He moved to kiss my ear, then my cheek. Carefully, slowly and finally, our lips met.
His tender kisses and tongue tasted so damn good, bringing back memories of the summer gone by. We kissed and kissed for what felt like an hour, but probably was more like five minutes, still standing in the one spot.
My resolve had been shattered, driven by pure carnal desire. I wanted him to take me, and I was ready to feel him like we had been before. One more time. No one would ever need to know; it would be just between the two of us. I started moving slowly back towards my room. He never broke our embrace. As we made it to my bed, still kissing, I sat back on my bed as he slowly and methodically pulled the biking shirt over his head. I must have gasped at what I saw because he whispered, "do you like what you see?" to which I nodded and couldn't stop looking at his firm, full pectorals, the smattering of dark hair that had grown in the middle of his upper chest, almost reaching out to his brown nipples, taut and pointing out. The trail from his waist band reached up to the patch as well, and I couldn't believe how it turned me on even more.
I was going to take my shirt off, but he reached out to me, slowly pulling it up over my head.
"Damn Carter-man, swimming and running has been good to you." He whispered in my ear. My perfect flawless skin pleased his senses as he pulled me to him and our shirtless bodies touched, our body heat adding fuel to a fire that was already burning out of control. He pulled me to him. Chest against chest, his hands on my back, Fingers caressing my skin, giving me goose bumps.
"Mmmhmm." Was all I could say. I was on the verge of exploding.
Suddenly he stopped.
I felt his phone vibrate in his biking shorts.
He pulled it out, read the message.
"FUCK. Damnit! I -- I have to go. I'm...I'm sorry Carter. I really have to go."
I just collapsed back on my bed, an overinflated balloon that had just burst.
"Okay. Will I... will you... be by again? Will I hear from you again?"
"I will try. I leave for school in a couple of days. I'm sorry, Carter. Take care, buddy. Good luck in school." He quickly grabbed his shirt, put it on, and headed to the door.
And just like that, he walked out of my house, put on his helmet, his sunglasses, and as he got on his bike, I took one last look at what I had hoped to touch and feel and taste one more time before he rode away.
It took only seconds of my own touch to spray my seed on to my smooth chest. Some of it flew past my head and landed on my pillow, some got on my face. But the majority of it, and it was a lot, covered my chest and abs. The thought of being with Dylan fueled the super intense explosion that equaled the biggest volcano blast in the history of the world, or so I thought.
Three tissues later with wobbly legs I went into the bathroom to clean up the mess.
Minutes later, Parker's text came through.
< Hi Babe, how's your day? Do you miss me? Can we get together tonight?
Damn, now I had to answer Parker's text and hopefully not sound flustered.
< Hi love, my afternoon has been low key. Just reading and enjoying the day. Sure. What time?
< I'll come over around six. Your mom going to be home?
< Um, not sure.
< K. See you in a few. Love you
< K see ya soon. Love you too.
I decided that he didn't need to know about my visitor this afternoon. After all, nothing really happened between us, other than us kissing and ... feeling our erections plastered against each other through our shorts. Ugh. Would that constitute cheating?
Even though I'd taken care of the elevated level of horniness from Dylan's visit, I was just as horny and happy to spend my usual amount of time with Parker. Since Mom had gone shopping with John, we had enough time to go a couple of rounds, the first time doing each other at the same time, then the second time with him taking me. After we cleaned up, we spent the rest of the evening playing video games, eating a pizza, and talking about school. Parker went home just before ten, both of us tired yet satiated from our time together.
I had just given Mom a hug and a kiss goodnight and sent Parker a good night text as well. I was tired and about falling asleep when my phone buzzed again. Thinking it was Parker, I picked it up immediately to read the text.
< Hey Carter-man, sorry I had to run out and leave you the way I did. Promised my dad I was going to be home sooner and he was waiting to take me shopping for some school stuff.
< No worries. It was so nice to see you.
I didn't know what else to say. What could I say? I really wanted to be with you one more time? I was so horny that if you would have touched me, I would have exploded? I didn't expect him to respond, but he did.
< It was nice to see you too! I'd love to see you again before I leave for school in two days. Let me know if I can stop by, that is if u want to see me...
I thought about that one. Of course I wanted to see him. The temptation though would be way too great. Parker and I had made a promise to each other. I nearly broke it but I didn't. But then...
< Should be home afternoons the rest of this week. School starts soon. Got xc practice each day.
< I'll text you tomorrow if I can stop.
< K.
I silenced my phone since I was about to fall asleep. I had hoped for a night of dreamless sleep, but it never turns out that way for me...
It was last fall, just before Dylan's eighteenth birthday party. Dylan showed up at my house unannounced, like usual.
We were sitting in the living room, talking. Dylan began.
"Carter-man, I can't tell you about how important our friendship has been to me. It does indeed go beyond just you and me being friends, obviously as I love what we do together, you know... sexually. But although I'm going to have a hard time saying this without crying, I have to say it. I turn eighteen on the fourth of November, which is next Thursday. I think my mom wants to have a party for me and wants me to invite you and Parker, Javy and Chase along with his little brother Noah to come over next weekend. The only problem is that once I turn eighteen, I can get in serious trouble if we get caught. Having sex with someone under the age of eighteen will label me as a sex offender, which means that my life will be ruined if someone was to find us or someone turns me in."
A tear now formed in the corner of his left eye, and then another in his right. I thought for sure he was going to just get up and leave now, but instead as the tears formed, with wet eyes he turned to me and almost was ready to beg me, if he deemed it necessary. But he did not need to beg.
"So what you're saying is that after your birthday we cannot have any more fun, right?" I inquired, seeking affirmation that I didn't want to hear.
Dylan nodded his head as more tears formed. "Yeah, that's about the extent of it. It is not fair, but unfortunately I didn't make the law. It's there to protect young kids and teens up to the age of seventeen from weirdos and sex offenders who prey on young kids. I just hope that you understand how much I value our friendship and that I still want to see you, for us to hang out as friends. Can we do that?"
Now I wanted to cry too. This meant that it would be the end of me and Dylan being together having the fun we enjoyed all summer and in the fall too. I definitely would want to be friends and hang out with him, of course! Either way I would never rat on him or try to ruin his life or mine for what we had done in the past or what could have been in the future. My thoughts in silence began to stretch longer than they should have been. Dylan sensed this and as he put his hand on my shoulder, he looked into my sad eyes.
"Are you okay man?" I nodded my head again slowly to affirm his inquiry. He could sense I was on the verge of losing it, and the next thing I knew, he pulled me into his arms, and we embraced. He kept whispering in my ear that it was going to be okay. The tighter he held me, the better I felt, the harder I got. Then it happened. He put his hands on my face, moving my head to face him. We gazed into each other's eyes as he once again whispered "It is going to be okay, Carter-man." He got closer, inches from me now. His eyes closed and our lips met for the first time.
All of my senses were suddenly on fire. He was an excellent kisser, and as his tongue found mine, I felt myself melt into his arms. His hands were inside my sweatshirt now, he then pulled it off and his hands were now under my shirt, caressing my chest, my back, my abs, and finally grazing my sensitive nipples. I reached to touch him in the same manner, and he sighed and moaned and as he pulled me into him, I could feel his rock hard erection against my leg. The yearning inside me reached a fever pitch, the fire inside burning full of desire for what I felt. If this was the last time I'd be with my biker boy, I wanted it to leave a permanent mark on my soul, a remembrance of how the best I'd had left me feeling fulfilled in a way I'd never felt before.
In one motion he pulled off my clothes, not surprised to see me completely naked now, as my erection was plastered against my groin, harder and wetter than it'd ever been. That's right, harder than with Parker. Boldly, I pulled up his sweatshirt, moving it up over his head. His still tanned, muscular body was now mine for the taking. He stood up, picked me up and took me from the living room into my room and carefully laid me on the bed. Taking off his sweat pants, he was wearing only a pair of leopard skin bikini briefs. He was definitely hard as steel, as the bikini briefs left nothing for the imagination.
Leaving the bikini's on, Dylan crawled onto my queen-sized bed like a cheetah coming in for the kill. He hovered over me, his sexual prowess now inches from mine, and I could feel the heat from his body radiating to mine. I thought he would go right for me, but instead he laid next to me and rolled me onto him. The moment my groin touched his I thought I would explode but didn't. Instead, once again our lips met, and we continued to kiss each other for what felt like an hour.
I expected him to take charge again, and he did. He told me to sit up in my bed, which I did. Then he knelt in front of me so his bikini with all its fullness was in my face. I could see the outline of his manhood that was almost busting out of the bikini fabric.
"Pull them down then start licking and sucking me." I wasted no time in lowering the briefs down and as it sprung free from the captive underwear, it nearly hit me in my face. The head was smeared with copious amount of precum; a wet spot the size of a half dollar had already developed. He guided the wet head to my willing mouth, and soon I was taking in as much of him as I could take into my mouth. I sucked him like it was the sweetest tasting lollipop I'd ever tasted. His hands were caressing my head and hair, pulling me in as deep as I could go down on him.
This went on for almost ten minutes before I felt him tense up, get super hard and finally explode his full load into my mouth. It was all I could do to take it, but I did, swallowing his nectar like it was the sweetest honey I'd ever tasted.
"Oh God Carter, you give awesome head. Your blowjobs are the best! Now it's your turn. He told me to lay back down, which I did. He immediately took me in his mouth and sucked it like his life depended on it.
It didn't take long for me either. As I felt the wave approach, I just let it ride, and soon after I felt my whole body tense up and as the wave crashed in and I erupted, Dylan took the entire load directly down his throat and when he finished, he sat up, wiped his mouth on the back of his hand and then moved up to once again kiss me.
About that time I woke up, as usual with a huge mess in my briefs. Ugh.
I had to get a quick shower the following morning before Parker stopped by to pick me up for cross country practice. I ate a quick breakfast of an English muffin with butter and some peanut butter, a protein drink and an energy bar.
Parker was happy as usual when I got into his car. He was listening to a song by Maroon 5 and after kissing me good morning, we picked up LT and then we sang along with the lyrics of the songs on the way to school. He noticed that I was almost preoccupied with something and asked me if I was okay. I told him that I was just a little tired. There was no way he would want to know that the main reason for my alleged exhaustion was because of my dream about Dylan, which was due to his visit to my house yesterday afternoon.
Practice went well, we were still leading the pack of Sophomore runners, and our coach was hoping that we'd help provide leadership to our group of runners, stopping short of naming us co-captains of our class. Parker and I both felt that if we continued to run well, we would be named co-captains and would then be responsible for organizing practices and other things as well.
I thought Parker would want to come in the house after practice so we could hang out, and honestly I almost wanted him to come in since that way I'd have an excuse as to why Dylan couldn't come over. But, as luck would have it, Parker had to be home to get some things done for his mom.
Once again we kissed good bye, and waved as he pulled out of the driveway. Now I was a little antsy, not knowing what I should do if Dylan texted me.
I ate some lunch, some of Mom's leftover chicken enchiladas along with a pretty good sized garden salad. While I ate I looked at some posts on Instagram and was fairly relaxed. Thinking that the food satisfied and calmed my nerves down, it seemed like a good idea to sit on the front porch and read for a while.
It was now almost two pm and no one had texted me. About fifteen minutes later my phone buzzed, making my heart rate quicken, thinking that it was probably Dylan. But the surprise was that it wasn't Dylan or Parker, or Mom. It was Wyatt! He was in the area and wanted to stop by to see me. Of course he was always welcome at my house, so patiently and excitedly I waited for his arrival.
When he stepped out of his black Honda Accord, immediately I couldn't get over how handsome he was. Wow, that boy really had changed since he was over during the snowstorm last winter. He seemed taller and was still quite thin. With medium length straight brown hair that was parted in the middle, his perfect tanned skin that appeared to be all over was accentuated by the cream colored contrast Hawaiian shirt from Hollister, along with a pair of light beige khaki flat front shorts, which fit him perfectly, if you know what I mean. With white socks and white Nike's, I felt a stir in my own running shorts.
"Carter! I'm so happy that you're home! How are you?" He asked as he gave me a huge hug. His So Cal cologne almost intoxicated my senses as the fronts of our shorts touched.
"Wyatt! I'm happy to see you too! I'm doing great, how have you been? Did you have a good summer?" My hands moved to the front of my shorts to conceal what was getting harder by the second.
"I'm good. I worked pretty much all summer at Rock Valley tutoring. Other than that when I wasn't working I spent a lot of time just sitting out on the patio tanning and reading. What are you reading?" I showed him the book "Once A Runner" that I was about two thirds of the way through.
"Cool, so what have you been doing this summer? Anything exciting?"
I filled him in on everything that has happened over the summer, and he was extremely happy that Mom was getting married to Mr. Olsen, and that he wanted to adopt me as well. We talked about Parker and he was shocked when he heard about how Parker was essentially outed by Javy and my little cousin. He felt bad that Parker's dad left too, since he knew how it felt not having a father around. He was also happy to know that Parker and I were still dating.
Of course I wanted to know if he was dating anyone or had any summer flings, so I asked. He just laughed when I said flings.
"No, I'm not dating anyone, nor have I had any summer flings. Since I'm leaving at the end of the week for Whitewater, the idea of having a boyfriend now would only serve to make the picture less clear, you know what I mean?" It made sense, but my horniness would probably keep me from ever not having a boyfriend or having a friend with...whatever they call it...benefits?
"Yeah, I suppose. I think it's great that you're so focused on going to school. I'm sure you'll find a nice guy there, don't you?"
He nodded his head, but then, "If it happens, great, if it doesn't, then so be it. I just have to focus on me, you know, making sure I stay healthy by eating right and all."
"Dude, you look really skinny though, can I ask how much you weigh?" I asked as my curiosity was getting the best of me.
"Sure, I'm a hundred and thirty eight pounds, six foot, two inches tall."
"Damn, that's thin." I replied.
"Yeah, I still have a twenty-nine inch waist." He smiled as he winked. "Look at you, you've grown taller and wow, look at those leg muscles!" I just smiled. "So swimming, cross country and biking?" I told him that it was pretty much all of the running we did this summer. He then asked me about my upper body. "I bet your pecs and triceps are strong too from swimming."
"Sure, want to see?" I boldly asked. He seemed to blush a bit, but then he quietly said "Sure!" As I slowly pulled my shirt over my head and off my body, I could tell he liked what he saw.
"Damn Carter, looking good, boy!" I just grinned as he smiled, seemingly almost drooling a bit. I thought he was going to reach out and touch me, but to my dismay, he kept his hands to himself. But then,
"You know Carter, if things were different, you know, me not going to school in Wisconsin and you not dating Parker, oh and of course me not being eighteen, I think we would have made a great couple. I would have loved to have dated you."
At first I was taken aback by his statement, but then as I gazed momentarily into his deep brown eyes and noticed the sincerity in his voice, the statement became a nice compliment.
"Thanks Wyatt, I have to say I'd say the same thing. Last winter during the storm, when we -- you spent the night, it was so tempting to be with you. But I'd messed up with Parker before and, well, I just couldn't mess up anymore. I love him so much, and he loves me."
"I'm so fully aware of that, and you know, I'm...happy for you guys, and... I don't want to say jealous." He paused as if struggling to find the right words. "I'm envious to an extent, but I'm also now aware of what a complementary gay couple looks like. You guys are excellent together, and I hope for your sake that you guys stay together. Just make sure that as you guys get older and if you do end up together, don't lose that magic between you. Don't feel as if you have to mess around with other guys to keep your relationship strong."
"Thanks, man. That's our goal. Lord knows we've made enough mistakes already, both of us. I can't help but think that it was a part of us growing up a bit, too. We're still very young and young in the essence of being in a committed relationship. But if I can resist temptations of wanting to be with sexy guys...like you for example... then I think we can make it."
He blushed again and then brought up the topic of the elephant in the room that both of us were afraid to mention.
Dylan.
"You know, with us meeting through Dylan, I guess that's the good thing that came out of that whole mess." Wyatt looked out over the yard temporarily lost in thought.
"Yeah, I agree. But I have to tell you that he did stop by here yesterday." I confessed.
"You saw him?! He responded emphatically.
"I did. I was sitting out here reading yesterday and he rode up on his bike. I was shocked to see him, and I'm ashamed to admit that..." Wyatt cut me off.
"You didn't, did you?"
"He asked to come in the house to use the bathroom, but I could, um, tell that he probably didn't use the bathroom and just used that excuse to get me into my room. If he hadn't gotten a text from his dad, I'm not sure what would have happened. I take that back. I know what would have happened." Wyatt just shook his head.
"So you would have given in to him?" He asked me point blank. I hung my head and nodded that I would have. "Oh man, Carter. I'm glad you didn't." I knew I didn't need to, but I defended myself.
"See the thing is that I just, I don't know, melt when I am around him. I know I shouldn't. I know I need to resist him. But it's so hard to not give in to him."
"I get that." He started." But sometimes we can't give into our lustful desires. Ha, listen to me. But you know what I mean, right? You have to think about the big picture, and what's at stake if you mess up with him." I nodded my head again in agreement, knowing that he was right.
"Dylan still has serious issues. There's still the mystery that surrounds his brother Dayne. I mean what is it with that? Did he ever tell you?"
"No. Chase was going to tell me at his graduation party, but then Caleb came over by us and Chase didn't want anyone else but me to know the truth."
"That's crazy. Have you talked to Chase lately? How is he doing? Who is Caleb?"
"Caleb is a friend of mine from school, he was on the swim team. You don't remember ever meeting him?" He didn't remember him. "I haven't even talked with Noah. I guess Caleb and Noah are dating now, so maybe I can ask Noah."
"Oh that's right, Noah is Chase's little brother, who is gay. I guess that makes sense as to why him and Caleb are dating. Well, if you find out the truth about Dayne, can you please let me know?" I told him that I would.
It was almost four pm, and Wyatt told me he had to get going.
"Carter, it's been so much fun catching up with you. Please bro, be cool and careful. I'll say it again: What you and Parker have is special. Treat it that way. Don't let anyone come in between you two, okay?" I told him that I would respect what Parker and I have. I had his number, so we vowed to keep in touch with each other. He invited me to come up to see him in Whitewater sometime, if I wanted to see the school.
Before we left the porch, he gave me a big hug. I could feel his bones against my body, and then I felt him against me. He kissed my neck, which sent shivers down my spine and into my briefs.
"I had better go..." he whispered in my ear, and reluctantly we both let go of each other. When he turned to get into his car, he had a smile that told me he didn't want to leave, but knew he had to. I waved as he drove away, and he tapped two times on his car horn.
Later that evening after going to bed, I laid in bed thinking about Dylan, Parker, Wyatt, Noah, and Caleb. I thought about how lucky I was to be surrounded by good friends, a boyfriend that loved me with all of his heart, and how lucky I was that my Mom's fiancée also loved and cared enough about me to adopt me and make me his son.
My last thoughts that drifted through my mind just before falling asleep was that I wouldn't have any sexual (wet) dreams tonight.
THANKFULLY my wish came true. I actually did have a dream free night, and with the dawn of the new day I felt refreshed, energized, and ready to run like the wind.
And run like the wind I did indeed the next day during practice. In fact, I finished first out of everyone in practice that morning. Guys and girls from the team were congratulating me and it felt wonderful to set a PR in practice. Now if only I could replicate that in our first meet, which would be in one week from Saturday. The race, a 5K would take place at the Catholic school where Dylan spent his last semester of his senior year. Parker and I had run at the race last fall and didn't fare too well. Since we'd been running all summer, we clearly hoped for a better outcome this fall.
Crazy things go through my mind while running. Of course I focus on form, where the closest runners in front of me and in back of me are, where I am in relation to time and distance left to run, etcetera. But during practice, specifically when Parker and I would run with LT during the summer, I would think about my friends, specifically my boyfriend, and my family. On this particular August morning during the practice runs that I did so well on, I couldn't get the conversation with Wyatt out of my mind. More specifically, what he said about Parker and me, as well as Dylan.
Bottom line, I needed to do whatever necessary to not give in to Dylan like I almost did the day before.
So later that day after practice I sat on my porch reading "Once A Runner" with just a couple of chapters left before finishing the book. Yes, it was getting to the good parts of the story. I wasn't surprised when I heard the unmistakable sound of bike brakes being applied. Sure enough looking up, Dylan dismounted his bike after he called out my name.
"Carter-man! What's up bud?" Damn, his voice, the appearance of the perpetual hard on in his biking shorts, matching shirt, helmet, Oakley's. Resist him? I was already a melted puddle of water on the floor of the porch. I had at least better try to resist him, for Wyatt's sake anyway. Yeah, okay...sure thing.
"Dylan! Not much, just reading. How's the bike ride today?" I asked, trying to sound cheery and happy to see him. I was, as he had already succeeded in melting away any icy front I had attempted to put up to defend him against any advances.
"Great. It should help the legs be in shape for soccer practice, which starts next week. I leave for school tomorrow. I guess this will be my last bike ride for now. Can I come up and sit down?"
Of course I couldn't say no, so Dylan took off his biking helmet, his dark hair slickened with his sweat. He hung his helmet from the handlebar of his bike, put his Oakley's on his head and came up and sat in the chair next to me, the one that Parker would usually sit in. We made small talk for a bit, both of us knowing what we had on our minds.
"So are you all ready for school?" I asked, not really even knowing where he was going for college.
"Yeah, as ready as I'll ever be, I suppose. Dad's got the van loaded up; Mom isn't going -- she's involved with my sister's stuff. So it's just going to be Dad and me."
"Okay. That is cool though, at least you'll have time with him." I replied, trying to be optimistic.
He nodded his head, gazing off towards the river, as a speed boat could be heard making its way upriver.
"So where is it you're going to school?" I asked, not so sure I really wanted to know, but it would at least help to know.
"I got accepted and a received a scholarship to play soccer for the University of Wisconsin in Green Bay. It wasn't necessarily my first choice, but after I had to switch schools in December, I think it hurt my chances to get in a better school. At least Green Bay is a D1 school and I'll be majoring in Business Admin."
"Oh, cool. Congrats on that. I'll bet you're excited. Plan on going to some Packer games?"
"I'm not really a Packer's fan, but yeah, probably. I'm just not sure how I'm going to like the cold ass weather up there, but they did give me the best scholarship offer, so I have to take what I can get." He seemed like it wasn't what he wanted, and almost seemed upset about the move to the Catholic school, but in my mind he only had himself to blame. I didn't want to tell him that, of course.
"Well, I would suppose that a scholarship offer, if it's good, is better than no scholarship, right? What would have been your first choice?" I surmised, like I really knew the difference, but it seemed to make sense to me.
"I really wanted to get into UW-Madison. It would have been closer to home and Madison is a great city. It's very liberal, the school is very diverse, and whether or not you know it, but they have a great, ahem, gay community. But I suppose things happen for a reason." He looked down at his feet, not really divulging why he didn't get accepted there. So I asked.
"No scholarship offer to play soccer, and I didn't get accepted due to my, um, grades. He hung his head. "I guess I should have done better grade-wise and I might have gotten accepted. But at least I'll be in the UW system, and still get a good education." He did seem positive after he thought about getting a good education.
"That's true. I guess in the end you need to have a good education to get a decent job, right?" I asked.
"Yup, that's what my dad keeps telling me anyway. So it must be true." We both laughed, still a sense of nervousness in the air, knowing why he came back to see me. Dylan took a long drink from his water bottle. A few moments of silence followed before he finally spoke, getting to the point.
"Did you like what was happening when I stopped by the other day, you know, before I had to leave?" He asked in a different tone of voice, one that I could tell was almost loaded with a sexual innuendo. I felt a wave of nervous apprehensive sexual energy creep into my body.
"It was nice, yes. It brought back memories of last year." I quietly, carefully chose my words. Ironically, I could sense Dylan was doing the same.
"I could tell that you were enjoying it." A sly smile formed in the corner of his mouth.
I nodded.
"I bet you'd like to feel good again, you know, like you used to before." He was making it all about me.
I hesitated before nodding again.
"Dude, it's okay, you look tense, like you could use a back rub, you know, JUST a back rub."
I laughed a bit now, definitely a nervous laugh.
He reached out to me, his right hand touched my left shoulder, so gently, massaging my neck muscles. I thought I was going to melt, and I felt myself get instantly hard. Since I wasn't wearing anything under my running shorts, Dylan noticed it right away.
"Mmm, someone is interested. Look at what's grown bigger!" and then after a short pause, "You can invite me in if you would like." Just the opposite, my hands gripped the arms of the white plastic patio chair tighter.
With each move of his hand on my tight muscles, my resolve was fading faster than the tension in my neck. I was exhaling louder than I should have, as it was feeling really good.
"Just say the word, and you can feel so much better, especially if you want me to rub all of your backside." I don't think he meant to say backside, but he did. And he knew I wanted it too. I looked at him, and noticed he was rock hard too. He caught me.
"You like what you see? It can be yours. You remember how you liked it before, right? If you want it again, it can be just between us. I would never tell anyone -- Parker or anyone else that you wanted it. It would be just between us. No more sharing, okay?"
"But...remember, we can't anymore." I reasoned. I did love what I saw. And I did like what we did before. Loved in it fact.
"It's not a problem if you want it. You do want it, don't you?" He was wearing me down, getting in my head. Making it about me, not about him, even though I knew he wanted me just as bad as I wanted him.
"It would be nice to be like we were before, but..." He cut me off before I could finish.
"Then why wait? You know you can have like it was before." His voice was changing, getting more like it was when he called me Dayne. I remember that distinct tone of voice. I was waiting for him to call me Dayne again. But instead...
"I'm not sure it's the right thing to do. I don't want to ruin your future." I found my resolve. No way was he going to treat me like he did before and call me Dayne. I let him speak.
"You won't, if you say it was your idea, that you wanted me. It will be fine. You won't regret it. You know you won't. It's just between you and me. Just like before. Please?" His persona had shifted to whoever he was back then. I went for it.
"I'm not Dayne." I blurted out.
Startled by what I said, he suddenly had a surprised look on his face. "What did you say?"
"I'm not Dayne. You can't make me turn into Dayne, your brother." I firmly repeated myself. He pulled his hand away.
"Why did you say that?" he looked down at the floor.
"I want to know something." I asked, same firm tone of voice.
"Carter-man, it's...you...um...what? What do you want to know?" stuttering now. I had him. I wanted to know the truth.
"I want you to tell me what happened to Dayne? Not the made up story you've told before. I want to know the truth about what happened between you and Dayne. Tell me, Dylan! Tell me the truth!" I raised my voice now.
His breathing increased, clearly surprised and defeated by my inquiry. He was silent, thinking as if he was trying to find the words. He was about to say something but scrunched up his face as if someone had punched him in the gut. Instead, his demeanor changed back to being the same person he was when he got here.
"You know what, um, I have to go. I was supposed to be home an hour ago. Dad's going to be pissed at me! Okay Carter-man, good luck with school, it's been nice talking to you again. Maybe I'll see you again someday. Take care of yourself, buddy."
We both stood up and without asking, he gave me a quick hug. I noticed a tear coming from his left eye. He turned around quickly, almost jogging to his bike. He put on his helmet, put his sunglasses on, got on his bike and as he rode out of the driveway, I could have sworn I heard him sobbing.
As he rode away on his bike, a strange feeling came over me. The realization that this might very well be the last time I'd ever see my biker boy again left me feeling empty and sad.
I was shaking and was quickly losing my composure.
I took a deep breath, trying to relax from what just transpired. I went into the bathroom, splashed water on my face to calm myself down. As I looked at myself in the mirror, my reflection showed a strong young man that just stood up for himself and didn't give in to what he knew was wrong, no matter how right it once seemed and how much I so badly wanted it. In the end, I stood up for what I knew was right, but still didn't find out the truth that I was seeking.
I tried to remain strong, keeping the bold front I used against Dylan. But then the image of him running away from the house only to start crying totally broke me down too.
I picked up my book, my phone and water bottle, went into my room and cried like a baby.
Eventually my tears subsided and the stress from my confrontation with Dylan caused me to fall asleep on my bed. When Mom got home, she didn't realize I was asleep as she called my name several times only to find me still asleep on my bed. My dreamless nap was so deep that I faintly heard her calling my name.
"Angel, amor, estas bien? Que paso?" she asked, wondering if I was okay as she tried to figure out what might have happened to me. "Amor, have you been crying? What happened? Did you and Parker have a fight?" I knew I had to come clean to her and let her know about Dylan.
When I completely woke up a few minutes later, Mom was sitting on my bed with a cup of hot herbal spearmint tea for me. I sat up next to her and told her everything that had transpired with Dylan.
"Mi amor, I am so glad that you stood your ground. You did him a favor by not letting him come into your room. He is no longer welcome in this house, and if he comes around here again, I know it's hard, but you're going to have to tell him he cannot be near you. Me entiendes?"
"Si, mama, te entiendo." I told her I understood her, agreed with what she said. Oddly enough, it did not feel weird having a conversation with my mom about what happened or didn't happen. I know that I'm definitely fortunate that my mom is open minded enough to talk with me about something that most parents would not want to talk with their child about.
After dinner Parker texted me and asked me if he could come over. Mom told me she didn't mind but did tell me that I should be open and talk to him about what transpired. I agreed. So as difficult as that conversation was, we had it, and after I reassured Parker that I would not talk to Dylan again, we just laid on my bed close to each other listening to music. Yeah, we definitely felt like we wanted to... you know, but just being in each other's arms as he comforted me was definitely amazing. We held hands, kissed each other, and for lack of better words, just cuddled each other. I felt protected when he put his arm around me and held me, my head resting on his chest feeling his heart beat. The feeling of true love we shared was way better than anything I could have experienced with anyone else.
As evening turned to darkness, we stayed in the same position on my bed, both sleepy. Parker kissed my head and told me he loved me. I smiled, looking at our reflection in the mirror across from my bed. I whispered back to him that I loved him too and thanked him for being there for me.
When Mom came in to tell us goodnight, we were already asleep -- my head still on Parker's chest, his arm around me, his hand resting on my back. Mom just smiled, whispered "Buenas noches, mis amores" (Good night, my loves), turned out the light, and slowly closed the door to my room.