Carter and the Biker Boy

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Carter and the Biker Boy

Chapter 45

It was a crazy first week of school, as well as a busy first weekend of school. The following week outside of school was even busier and more hectic than the first leading up to the Labor Day weekend.

With Mom and John's engagement party on Saturday afternoon, as well as our first cross country meet, the first two weeks of school flew by.

The first day of school was crazy, but strangely enough it was great to get back to classes. It felt weird for us to not be freshmen anymore. It was surreal seeing kids a year younger than us going through what we went through last year. It was comforting to know that we would not have to experience that at all this year.

It was fun to see all of my friends back at school again. Of course, I'd already spent a couple of weeks with the guys and girls from cross country, but it was so nice to see Caleb, Noah, Megan, Abbey, and the guys from my swim team that I hadn't talked to over the summer - Angelo, Spence and a few others.

My classes were going to be challenging but would be fun. I had Geometry, Biology, World History, English Lit., Speech, Spanish, and of course P.E. Parker and I had Biology, English, Spanish, and P.E. together. LT was once again in our P.E. class, and so many of our classmates could not believe that he was the same guy who used to weigh so much more.

Sadly, I did not have John, er Mr. Olsen -- as I felt obliged to respectfully call him in school -- for any classes. In fact, he was only teaching the same freshman class that he taught last year. He was going to dedicate the rest of his year to student counseling and guidance, a position that he was actually better at than he was teaching. His primary focus would be helping juniors and seniors research, conduct visits, and apply for colleges. He would also work with students like me and Parker as we navigate through our school lives being gay students. It was so cool knowing that I would be able to stop by his office ANYTIME to see him.

The first week was a blur, getting used to the new schedule, keeping up on homework, and running after school instead of in the morning. Most nights I sent a good night text to Parker around nine o' clock and fell asleep shortly thereafter.

Of course, we were all psyched for the first cross country meet Saturday morning at the Catholic school. My pre-run day anxiety sort of kicked in, so my sleep wasn't as deep and long as it was during the week, but once Saturday morning arrived, and the gun went off for the race to begin, it was business as usual.

The run went great. My pace was good, and I felt great during the entire run. Just like all summer, Parker and I ran next to each other until the last stretch when we both reached deep inside and found the saved energy to flat out sprint to the finish line. The work over the summer did indeed pay off. Although we didn't win the race, we both finished in the top five, Parker fourth and I finished fifth.

As for LT, he did great for his first ever Cross-Country event, finishing in the last third group of runners. It was so fun to be part of the group of runners from our school that knew his story and were there cheering him on in the last half mile of the race!

Parker and I were there at the finish line for him and as he crossed, we were patting him on the back, giving him high fives, and yes, a sweaty hug from both of us. It was a great moment that I'm sure we'll all remember for a long time. He was so happy! His aunt was there and I'm pretty sure I saw her wipe her eyes. All in all, it was an amazing day. While our team from Harlem didn't fare too well, It was a huge win for the three of us.

No sooner did we finish the race and shower did we head out to Rock Cut for Mom and John's engagement party. The afternoon was phenomenal on many facets. Weather-wise it was sunny, no humidity, very little wind and a very comfortable eighty-two degrees. The party was at the same shelter where my birthday party was held.

Everyone from my family was there, including aunts, uncles and cousins from Chicago, my abuelitos, and yes, my cousin Javy with his girlfriend du jour, Sofia. It was kind of strange to see him dating a Mexican girl that didn't go to Harlem. Usually, he chose to date blonde American girls from Harlem.

And of course, John and Jake were there, as well as Frank and J.D. who did make the drive down from Ontario for the party. Thankfully, they were able to come down only due to the fact that they'd been training a local lady and her daughter to manage the store, so they were able to get away.

John thanked them for coming, and it was super nice to see them again. They were happy to see me, and were happy to meet Parker, and it felt so amazing to introduce Parker to them as my boyfriend. After they went to sit down at a table with some of John's family, Parker and I were sitting at another table talking about the run with LT when John came up to me with a very handsome guy who looked like a much younger version of John.

"Carter, I'd like to introduce you to your future uncle. This is my brother Michael. Michael, this is my future son Carter." I stood up and shook Michael's hand.

"Carter, it's so nice to finally meet you. John has told me so much about you. He speaks very highly of you. I'm a hugger, so give me a hug!" I started blushing but found my words in time to thank him and that it was so nice to meet him as well as we embraced.

"Michael I'd like to introduce you to my boyfriend Parker, and our best friend Tony, who used to go by Big Tony, but now he goes by Lean Tony, or LT." Parker and LT stood up to shake Michael's hand, both getting a hug from Michael.

"Parker, so nice to meet you. LT, nice to meet you as well. John has told me about both of you and how well you guys helped him on the project house this summer. You guys are so lucky to have the friendship that you have. Treasure that and don't take it for granted, okay?" We all nodded our heads and said we would indeed.

Just before the meal was ready, John and Mom got everyone's attention and thanked everyone for coming to celebrate the announcement of their engagement that took place earlier in August.

They announced to everyone that they had indeed set a date for the wedding, which would be just as Jake suggested, during the Perseid meteor shower, next August, the second Saturday of the month.

They were planning a small ceremony in Ontario, with a larger celebration to take place back here in Illinois over Labor Day weekend next year.

Everyone gave a round of applause to their announcement, cheering when they announced that the food was ready.

We enjoyed a huge feast of traditional Mexican food cooked by my Aunts and Uncles: Carnitas, Arrachera (carne asada), refried and charro beans, red rice, nopales salad, several salsas, lots of corn and flour tortillas, of course lots of Modelo and Corona beers, and I think someone even brought a couple of bottles of tequila that the adults later enjoyed as they had a toast to the novios -- Mom and John. After dinner, Michael and I sat down for a conversation.

Parker had gotten up from the table to play catch with Javy and my cousins, who were tossing the football around. LT and Joy took a walk down by the lake, so it was a perfect time for Michael and me to talk.

"So Carter, it looks like you've found yourself a great guy, huh? How did you guys meet?"Michael asked, sitting down at the camp chair that Parker had been sitting in next to me under the partial shade of the Honey Locust tree several yards away from the shelter, away from everyone else.

I gave a condensed version of how we met. He just nodded his head, listening intently and when I told him about the ups and downs we'd had in our relationship he just listened until I finished talking, much like John would listen.

"Well, it sure sounds like you guys are a wonderful couple. So you guys are both out to your families, correct?" I told him how Parker had to come out to his mom and how we told LT. I did tell him that we weren't out at school, other than to our close friends. He told me that it would be good to take our time with that, but that if word got out and people questioned us, to be honest with them.

We had a great conversation. He didn't elaborate too much on his relationship with Tyler but did tell me to just make sure that Parker and I are honest with each other, and that it's okay for us to pursue our goals and dreams in life, even if it means for us to go to separate schools once we graduate from high school. As much as I didn't really want to think about it, what he had to say made great sense. He reassured me that if Parker and I are meant to be together, it will happen. I definitely appreciated his words of advice.

Michael and I talked for close to an hour about our lives and I did enjoy talking with him and hearing about his life as an ER nurse like my mom. He told me several stories about patients and the strange injuries or illnesses that they brought to the ER. We would have kept talking but John came over and asked me if he could take Michael away from me to introduce him to some of Mom's coworkers who had just showed up at the party. Before he walked away, he told me something really cool.

"I look so forward to being your uncle, Carter. Our family isn't nearly as big as yours, but someday you and Parker will have to come and spend some time with me. We can go into the city and spend some time in Boystown, which is down by Wrigleyville, if it's okay with your moms." I told him that we'd both love to do that, and maybe once cross country was done, we could do that.

As daylight started to fade, the party started to wind down. Most of my Tio's talked about continuing the party at Tio Javier's house. Ironically, Javy even invited LT, Parker and me over to play video games with him, as he'd recently gotten a PS5. Since Mom and John declined the offer to go to Tio Javier's house, we did as well, since LT and Joy had plans for the evening, as did Parker and me. It had been a long day, and once we got everything picked up and said our good-byes to everyone, we just wanted to go back to Parker's house and relax.

Since Parker's mom had to work and was then going to go out with friends and wasn't planning to come back home, we had the house to ourselves. I'm not sure what it feels like to be newlyweds, but I can tell you that after being together with Parker all day and not really being able to touch him, hold his hand, or kiss and hug him. As soon as we got through the door into his house, we were in each other's arms.

"Let's get in the hot tub, okay?" Parker suggested.

"Okay, sounds great." He could have told me to run around the backyard naked and I would have done it five times if it would have meant we'd finally feel release.

The water in the hot tub felt great. Parker asked me what Michael and I talked about while he was playing catch with Javy and my cousins.

"He asked about how we met and figured out that we were both gay." I glanced over at the wrestling mat on the other side of the basement, recalling that night when we wrestled on it, and how on top of me Parker told me about who he was, his sweat dripping down on my face. "I told him how we came out to each other, then how we kissed."

"What did he say?" Parker asked now, a smirk on his face, telling me that he knew talk of that night was only serving to make me hornier, if that was possible at this moment.

"He just thought it was neat how we met and told us that it's quite obvious that we have something special. He also told me to be honest with each other about our dreams and what we want in the future, like you know, where we want to go to school, what we want to do with our lives." I was kind of afraid of talking about life after high school at this point, because we still had three years to go and was thinking that it would be entirely possible that we might not choose the same college or pursue a job that would be in the same city or even state.

"Did he say much about his breakup with Tyler?" Parker boldly asked, or so I thought anyway.

"No, we didn't really talk about it much. I mean it is rather personal. I think he gave me advice based upon his experience, perhaps? I don't know." I responded, as honestly as possible.

"So do you think we've always been honest with each other?" His words burned a hole in my brain, and I didn't think that I felt comfortable answering that question.

"Amor, I think we've tried. I mean we've made mistakes, yes. We're not good or experienced enough in this relationship stuff. I mean it can get kinda heavy, don't you think?" I didn't know else to respond, without going into too much detail or being too insinuating about what we've lied about to each other.

"I suppose you're right." Parker thought for a moment before continuing. "Yeah, we have made mistakes, and probably will continue to make mistakes. But you're correct, we are young and in some instances immature. We can't do right what we've never done before or haven't experienced before."

I nodded my head in agreement and felt like he let me off the hook from answering more questions about not being honest with him all of the time. I was about to ask him about his future plans without really thinking too much about what his answer would be, good or bad, if it included me or not. I had been looking down at the soapy water and didn't realize that he was now inches away from me.

"Let's just live for today and worry about tomorrow when it gets here, okay?" He inched closer and our lips met in a passionate lover's kiss that rekindled the fire that had been burning out of control inside me.

"Are you hungry?" Parker asked, to which I told him I was very hungry. We ordered a pizza for delivery from our favorite restaurant, and after playing Minecraft and Need for Speed on the PS5 in just our running shorts, when the delivery guy got to the house, we answered the door shirtless in our running shorts. It was almost obvious that the guy, who looked like he was in his early twenties, liked what he saw as he couldn't stop staring at our smooth muscular chests. Parker gave him a five-dollar tip and almost shut the door in his face.

We ate pizza while watching a show on Netflix, then played more Minecraft and Mario Bros. Finally, around eleven pm we crawled into the bed that was in the basement. We both fell asleep almost immediately in each other's arms just like we had at my house a few nights ago.

The following morning, we woke up in our usual manner, which meant that we were well rested and ready for anything that came our way.

"Good morning, babe." He whispered and smiled as he moved back around to face me. "Gosh, I'd sure love to wake up next to you like this every morning. As I looked out of the window of his basement across the river, the sun's early morning rays had lit up the trees on the western bank where the bike path ran along the limestone bluffs up to the soccer fields a mile or so north. I gazed into Parker's eyes.

"Hello my love. Yes, I'd love waking up close to you like this every morning too. What a great weekend, huh?"

"Yeah, imagine if every weekend could be this way?"

"That would be amazing." I whispered, ready.

An hour later, satiated and spent, we laid there, both sweaty. Parker broke the silence with a voice of some guy speaking in a southern accent:

"Well babe if'n we done spent ev'ry mornin' like this, then I'd tell ya that I'd need to give my achin' balls a rest!" as he reached down and cupped his balls.

I about died of laughter -- and of course was going to make a move to his midsection while exclaiming in response to his statement, "What? You need me to kiss those achin' balls of yers to make `em feel better?"

You can figure out what happened next, right?

Late summer turned into early fall; early fall turned into late fall. Before we knew it, cross country season had ended, and swimming season would soon start for me, and Parker would be starting wrestling. On one of our last Saturday morning runs of the cross-country season through Rock Cut, we actually ran through a shower of golden leaves as hard freeze the night before caused the trees along the path to shed their leaves. It was a stark reminder that winter wouldn't be too far away.

Speaking of cross country, the season ended with a flourish as Parker and I did exceptionally well at our home meet. In fact, in the group of Sophomores, Parker finished first and I finished second. Both of us got our PRs for the season, both of us finishing just above seventeen minutes for the three miles! It was so cool to get our ribbons and medals for winning the race at our home meet.

The end of year banquet was so much fun. The parents of the senior runners bought us all pasta dinners, and it was amazing to stuff ourselves with spaghetti, lasagna, tortellini and ravioli along with a tasty Italian salad and bread.

The best part was getting our awards as best sophomore runners. Even cooler yet was when LT got the award for best improved runner. He actually saw a steady improvement in his times as the season went on, moving up from nearly a twelve-minute mile (thirty-six minutes total) to an eight-minute mile average! When he got his award our entire team gave him a standing ovation, which made him (and me) almost start to cry. I was so happy for him.

It was a bittersweet end to the season. On the one hand it was nice to finally be done with training and running almost every single day of the week, but we also felt like we were totally missing something in our daily routine. I learned last year that running is like that -- it gets in your blood and just becomes such a rush that you truly do miss it. Thank goodness that swimming season was going to start soon.

Our days and nights were busy. The days were getting shorter, the nights were getting longer, and most of our nights were consumed sitting at our desks until ten pm or later doing homework. We did not get much time to be together like we were during those wonderful free days of summer, but it was okay -- we were comfortable enough that we both knew what was important, and never had to worry about each other, you know, being unfaithful.

As the first quarter ended, we were both rewarded for our hard work in our classes. Both of us finished with high honors, getting straight A's in our classes. Since we really weren't into football or soccer that much, once cross country ended, we didn't go to any sporting events at school, homecoming included. Even though we didn't have much homework the week of homecoming, neither of us felt like going to any of the festivities at school. Instead, we took the free time as a time to...well, you know, be together just like before, in Parker's basement.

The hot tub was definitely our best friend, as was the big shower. The wrestling mat was also friendly as well, and on the night of the homecoming game and the next night of the dance, we never left his basement, except for pizza, of course. It felt amazing to just spend time together like we had all summer, and the best part was waking up in each other's arms in the big bed in the basement.

The wedding preparations were coming along pretty well. With Mom working a lot of hours at the hospital and John being busy with teaching and his guidance counselor hours, they both felt it was a good thing that they set the date for next August. There were so many things to figure out and plan, and since the ceremony itself was going to be private and held in Ontario, and the reception here, they spent their free time either on the phone, searching online, or even going up to Ontario to talk in person to people as needed to make sure everything was on track.

John had also started the process of adopting me. The actual process would have to coincide with Mom and John getting married, but it was good to get the paperwork started in case any problems came up. And it is a good thing, because one of the questions the lawyer had was if there had been any contact with my real father. The three of us -- John, Mom, and I -- were at the lawyer's office late one Friday in early November having a conversation with the lawyer about issues that could arise and cause problems with the process.

The lawyer, an older heavyset guy with short gray hair, a white dress shirt and a red tie that looked like he just threw it over his head and forgot to tighten it up properly, was asking John and Mom a bunch of questions, writing down their answers while nodding his head saying "good, great, perfect, uh-huh, okay..." He had lulled me almost to sleep when I heard him say "well that could be a problem."

I perked up, as if I was slapped on the back of my head by my teacher, scolded for falling asleep in class.

Sitting back up straight in my chair, I looked at Mom for her response.

"And why would this be a problem?" she inquired. I waited for the lawyer's answer since I didn't recall what he had asked earlier.

"Well, there are two possible outcomes here. First, the best-case scenario is that you get your ex-husband to agree to relinquish any parental responsibilities to your son. He would agree to sign off on it, and then he would agree to not have any contact with your son." Mom nodded her head as he continued.

"The other scenario is that we petition to the court that your son's father is an unfit father and therefore cannot have any say so in the decision. The court will then terminate his parental rights for him." John then spoke.

"But in this situation, Teresa, don't you think that would be the best-case scenario? When was the last time you heard from Carter's father?"

"Aye, es como," Mom began in Spanish, then switched to English. "Er, sorry. Oh my, it's been years since I've heard from him. I think he was supposed to get out of prison this year or next. Honestly, I've not thought much about him at all for a long time."

The lawyer nodded his head, in thought, and then spoke again.

"Give me some information about him, I'll see what I can find out and then we'll decide from there. It's so important that we do our homework so there are no surprises when we go to court. If you can find out any further information about your son's father's current situation, contact the office and let Sadie (his secretary) know."

Mom agreed, and later that night after John had dropped us off, we sat at the kitchen table enjoying some tasty spumoni ice cream when Mom started talking about my father again.

"Aye, Angel. I hope that your father doesn't give us any problems with John wanting to adopt you. I don't think he will, but you never know." She thought out loud between eating a spoonful of ice cream. "You don't have any desire to meet him, do you?"

I almost choked on my ice cream as there was no shadow of a doubt that I wanted anything to do with my birth father. I wanted absolutely nothing to do with him. He left Mom and me when I was a baby. I had no recollection of him whatsoever, other than the picture of him and my mom together at their wedding.

"No mama, no quiero nada de el. I want nothing from that man." I firmly responded to her. "I am looking so forward to the day that John becomes my father. I know I'll truly have a good man to call Dad. He has done so much for me in the short time that we've known him, I cannot ever imagine my real father even coming close to what John's done for you and me."

"Aw mi amor, si, es cierto. How true it is. We are both lottery winners in John, that is for sure."

We both smiled and then went on to finish our ice cream, changing the topic to the progress of the wedding plans. The topic of my real father didn't come up for a while after that evening conversation.

Finally, it was Thanksgiving weekend. We were invited to my abuelita's house for dinner, which was important because on Saturday my abuelitos were flying to Mexico for the winter. So it was a bittersweet Thanksgiving day dinner, as they had their clothes already packed up and were essentially ready to go. My Tios from the suburbs came out to have dinner with us, so along with my Tia Rosa, Tio Javier, Javy and his brothers, it was a full house, just like I'd been accustomed to since I was a little kid. This time was extra special though, because for the first time, John and Jake joined us.

I had to warn Javy in Spanish to cool it with his language around Jake, since Jake didn't know about me yet. Javy reminded me that his parents had already warned him to be on his best behavior. As it turned out, he really didn't hang around me and Jake that much, as he pretty much had his arm attached to Sofia the entire time, only taking his hands off her to eat dinner.

Jake was having fun playing video games with my younger cousins. He thought it was pretty cool that next year they would be his cousins too. Both Hector and Luis also thought it was going to be cool to have another cousin as well.

Since Javy was busy with Sofia, I didn't really do too much talking with anyone. John was busy talking with Tio Javier, and of course Mom was busy in the kitchen.

So of course I was busy texting Parker, who was spending Thanksgiving with his mom's family in Chicago. Unfortunately, his dad hadn't been home since that day back in the summer when he made the choice to move to Colorado. It had been nearly four months since he'd be back, and sadly the way Parker talked, their trial separation was more than likely going to end up in a divorce.

Black Friday morning Mom and Tia Rosa made plans to go shopping at the local mall and since I had swim practice bright and early at eight o' clock, Mom told me I could take the car and she would wait for Tia Rosa to pick her up. Since Caleb needed a ride to practice, I told him I could pick him up. We really hadn't gotten much time to spend together, so after practice we had made plans to go grab some lunch and then maybe do some Christmas shopping.

It was cool to see the guys on the swim team again. We'd all gotten taller and stronger over the summer, and even Caleb had grown a few inches as well. So as you can well imagine, seeing the guys in the locker room was...interesting to say the least. We were all comfortable around each other, so it was no big deal seeing each other naked, even if Caleb still got excited every time he took his swimsuit off to go shower. He wasn't the only one in that condition, if you know what I mean.

By the time practice was over and we'd showered, got dressed and headed out to the car, it was close to eleven o'clock. Both of us were starving, so we opted to head up to Freddy's, which if you remember was about a mile from school. It was a favorite after school hangout, so it wasn't uncommon to see kids we knew from school there.

Surprisingly though, we didn't see anyone we knew as we got our food order. I got a bacon double cheeseburger, fries, and a drink, Caleb got a double hamburger, fries and a drink as well. Normally I tried to eat healthy food but for some reason I was incredibly hungry, and it seemed like a great day to pig out.

We ate mostly in silence, but as I finished my burger, I asked Caleb how things were going with Noah.

"Um, they're going well. It's hard to believe we've been dating now for almost four months." I was surprised it had been that long.

"So your parents..." I began before he cut me off.

"Do they know about me and Noah?" He finished my question. I nodded in agreement. "No. But um, I think Brennan might have an idea though. He has taken me over to Noah's house almost every weekend during the summer. He's never really asked me though, but I think he's figured it out."

"Has Noah come over to your house?" I then asked, to which Caleb shook his head no.

"He knows that I'm not comfortable coming out yet, which I mean, I should I suppose. But you know that Noah is out, proud, and it's easy to tell that he's gay. We do really like each other A LOT and all. But I'm just not sure how to do it, or how my parents will take it." He looked out the window gazing up at the gray November sky that looked as if it could snow any minute. I thought for a moment and then made a suggestion to him.

"Maybe coming out to Brennan might be the best scenario for now, and then at least he would be there for you when you decide to come out to your parents. Would that be a good idea, if you decide to come out?"

"Um it might be. He did come home yesterday from school, but then had to drive back to work on a project with his team. I suppose we could talk over Christmas." I don't know why but then I asked Caleb a personal question about him and Noah.

"So if it's none of my business, you can tell me no, but have you guys..." Once again, he cut me off.

"Yes, we have. And it's awesome! I'm willing to share details..." Now I was probably more interested than I should be, but as an older couple sat in the booth behind us, I told him that he could tell me in the car. We shifted our conversation back to school, about our classes, swimming, and then about different people in our classes, teachers, etc.

About an hour had passed. We'd each gone up for two soda refills and frozen custard of course -- the flavor of the day being mint chocolate chip -- which was a favorite of ours. Finally, we decided to head out to the car. I couldn't wait to hear the details...

Caleb began without me having to ask again.

"We love kissing and being in each other's arms. Noah is such a romantic guy. You'd never guess that, right?" he commented, to which I just kind of shrugged my shoulders, but then said the same thing about Parker.

"That's cool that Parker is romantic too. It certainly makes everything else that much better; don't you think?"

"I agree. It wasn't always that way with Parker and me. It was just a lot of, you know... but then lately he's been into just holding each other. I'm not sure why he's changed, but I have to say that I like it. So you guys have just kissed and held each other?" I pressed on, wanting details. Bad me, I know...

"Oh, there's more. It's just that it's not been easy because when we are together and if I spend the night then we can do stuff. But otherwise, we have to be careful and have to keep our clothes on."

He laughed at his own comment but continued.

"The first night we spent together was, for lack of better words, um, magical and amazing."

"Oh really!" I quickly responded, interested as heck wondering just how magical and amazing it was.

"Oh yeah! Let's just say that getting naked and being skin on skin was so hot! The first time that I slept over at his house we stayed up until like three or four in the morning. So, think about what you and I did, but instead of being in separate beds, we were totally together in his bed. We resumed like kissing and hugging, but as soon as we laid close to each other and our... you know... touched each other, we made a mess seconds later."

I was totally aroused now and found it hard to concentrate on driving. Thankfully I had to stop at the grocery store for some milk, so we sat in the parking lot until he was done telling me about his first time with Noah. "Wow, that does sound hot. Was that it for that night?"

"Um, nope. We got tissues and cleaned everything up, and then went back to kissing. This time, Noah told me to lay on top of him. I did, and we kept kissing. I thought I was going to explode again, but before I did, he rolled me over on my back, and started kissing my neck, then my chest, my nipples, my abs. As he moved closer, I thought I was going to explode again. I couldn't believe how good it felt to be touched and licked there. Then when he took it in his, you know... I only lasted like four or five minutes. It felt so good! So amazing! When I started to come, I was going to pull it out of his mouth, but he took it all and swallowed it! I didn't think I was ever going to stop coming! Wow!"

"So you did the same to him?" I asked, now feeling so freaking horny.

"Yes, but before I could make him come, he told me to lay on top of him and put my dick between his legs. Not inside, but just between his legs. We started kissing again and before I knew it, I shot again, this time right where I was. He came too, all over my abs and his. Feeling him shoot his load between our bellies was so hot. Once we finished, he asked me if I thought I was a top or a bottom. I wasn't sure what he meant by that, so I asked him. After explaining it to me, I told him I still wasn't sure, but the way it felt the last time felt so amazing. He agreed and told me that he considers himself to be a bottom, and just loves the idea of having a guy inside him."

I wanted to confess to my friend about what happened at Dylan's Halloween party, but thought I'd best not say anything to ruin my friendship with my true friend.

Caleb continued.

"Noah did tell me that he'd been with a guy before but did say it was nothing like what we'd done and said that he only wanted to be with me. We've not gone any further than what I've told you about, but when the time is right, I definitely want to feel what it's like to be a top. Can I ask you a question?"

I told him that he could ask me anything.

"Have you and Parker like, um, defined any top or bottom roles?" he asked cautiously in a quiet voice. I thought for a moment before answering.

"Not really. In fact, I'd say that we're kind of fluid between what we like and what we do. I guess if I'd have to say I'm one way or the other, I'd like to think that I'm more of a bottom than a top, but I'm happy being a top too."

"So you guys have done both?"

"Yeah, we have. And it's good."

"Really? Doesn't it...hurt? I don't think I'd like that."

He looked out the window, clearly put off by the notion of being on the receiving end of the field.

"It does at first, but then it's like....wow."

"No kidding. I'm surprised that you like it that way."

I thought before responding to his statement, thinking about how much information I wanted him to know about me. But then:

"Can I trust you with something very personal that is not something I share with just anyone?" I asked him in a sincere, trusting tone of voice.

Caleb looked at me stone faced, responding in a serious, calm, caring voice that I could trust him. I took a deep breath, knowing that what I was about to tell him might freak him out, make him judge me, or make him sympathetic to my experiences. I began.

"Parker was not my first." I said quietly, looking out the window at the snow flurries that were now beginning to fall from the sky and dance around the car before falling to the ground to evaporate.

"Okay." He replied quietly, ready for me to divulge more.

Now I took a deeper breath, heading into uncharted waters.

"My cousin was actually the first one to, you know, be inside."

"Javy!!?" he exclaimed, looking at me with a surprised, almost horrified look on his face. I nodded my head.

"Oh Carter, that's...like wow. How? When?" I explained to him what happened, when, and even when my Tio caught us.

"Wow. So how... I mean, what was that like?" he seemed confused that something like that happened.

"It was weird, but we didn't like, know any better? For lack of better words, I'd say. I mean, we both liked it." I went on to tell him more, and he was still quite serious, but not appalled by what I had just divulged to him. And then:

"But he wasn't the only one. There were a couple more, and of course, Dylan."

"DYLAN.... COLLINS? No way! Damn Carter, he's so freaking hot! How'd that happen?" He smiled and seemed to be totally envious. He even asked me for...intimate details.

Yeah, I told him.

But I also told him about everything else that transpired between us.

And then, somewhat surprising in a low, almost whisper like voice he asked:

"Does Parker know about all of this and what did he say?"

I thought I had told him about it, but I did tell him about the time in the locker room when he heard us fighting and then he found us kissing. I told him how we almost broke up because of me being with other guys after we started dating, and how we'd made the mistake of believing it would be okay to be with others.

Caleb just listened as I explained what a strain on our relationship my infidelity caused.

Thankfully, he just listened and didn't judge me. Instead, he did agree that he could see where it would be easy to want to be with other guys. He then asked a few more questions about what Javy had done to me and about how Dylan acted, as he couldn't believe what I told him.

"Oh my God Carter, I'm so sorry that all had to happen to you." He now gazed out the window at the snow that started to get heavier. "Can I give you a hug?" I nodded my head, and we took off our seat belts, embracing for several minutes.

We sat there embracing, and I almost felt like crying, and I think Caleb did too. But before we both got emotional, I spoke again.

"I'm okay though. I have a very understanding boyfriend, a wonderful mom who has always been supportive with whatever I tell her, and a future adopted dad who is so very accepting and proud of me. I'm so lucky. Yeah, what's happened, has happened. I'm just trying to make sure it doesn't happen again. My relationship with Parker means everything to me. If it didn't, we would have done a lot more than what we did that night when you came out to me. And yeah, I wouldn't have made you wait, I would have let you be in me." We both laughed, and while still embracing Caleb then surprised me with his response.

"Dude, I am so hard and would be happy with jacking off like we did that night in my room. All this talk about sex has me so horny!" He laughed, grabbing himself, and I could tell he was definitely hard.

"Right here in my Mom's car? She might get pissed if we shot our loads all over the insides of her car." I couldn't stop laughing now.

"You're right. Well man, thanks for trusting me enough to tell me that about you. You can trust that I'll not tell anyone what you've told me. I do consider you a great friend and trust you so much." I told him the same, and as I drove to his house to drop him off, we vowed to be best friends for a long time and vowed that if we ever needed someone to talk to, we'd be there for each other. We hugged again before he got out of the car and waved to me as he walked to his house. As I drove away, once again I counted my blessings to have so many good people surrounding me in my life.

Later that evening after carefully driving home on the snow-covered roads, Mom and I talked about our day. She had completed quite a bit of her Christmas shopping and enjoyed the day with Tia Rosa. They were both a little sad knowing that Abuelito and Abuelita were going to leave in the morning from the airport in Chicago to fly to Mexico for the winter.

Thankfully my Tios from Chicago had taken them back to their house in the burbs so they could take them to the airport in the morning. At least the snow wasn't expected to hit Chicago, so there shouldn't be a delay at the airport.

"Mi amor, how is your amigo Caleb doing? He is swimming again this year, no?" Mom asked, as her phone chimed.

"He's good. He's datng my friend Noah, Chase's brother. Remember him?" I replied, not sure if Mom knew Noah or not.

"I'm not sure I know who this Noah boy is you're telling me about. But I remember Chase. He was the swim team captain, verdad?"

"Si mama, es cierto." I told her it was true what she had told me about Noah and Chase. She went on to ask me about Chase and where he had gone to school.

John had sent mom a text with a wedding related question, so she called him and was talking with him for a while. I decided to go into my room when I got a text from Caleb.

< Hey man, just wanted to let you know I've been thinking about what you told me today.

< Okay, hope you still want to be my friend?

< Of course, but I can't stop thinking that if we'd met earlier in the year...

I knew what he was alluding to, and I wasn't sure I wanted to think that way. But Caleb is my good friend, so for lack of better words, I played along.

< I know. I remember our conversation that night in your room.

He read my message, but after five minutes he had not yet responded. It looked like he had started typing, then stopped. I was just about ready to go shower when he responded.

< I know I shouldn't think this way, but I can't help but think that if we'd have met before you and Javy... you know... maybe you wouldn't have gone through what you did.

I read and re-read what he'd written. Now I had to think before responding. Finally:

< Aww, thanks bud. You're the best, and a sweetheart. I'm so lucky to be your friend. I thought a little longer before writing the next line. But then:

< Noah is lucky to have you as his boyfriend. I'm happy for you two, and I know you'll treat him well. (Winking emoji).

I looked at what I'd written, and after a minute or two to make sure it made sense, I hit the send button with my finger. Seconds later he responded.

< Yeah, thanks. (content and smiling emoji). See you at school. Have a great weekend.

I replied the same.

Later that night after talking with Parker about his Thanksgiving and how shopping went in the suburbs today, I talked to mom a bit to see how John and Jake were doing. They were going to come over for dinner Saturday night, so I was excited to see them both and to spend time with my future little brother.

As I laid in bed thoughts of my conversation with Caleb bounced around in my mind. The realization about how good of a friend he was and how sincere he was to me about my past experiences. He truly did care about me and for a few moments I did think about what if...

I dismissed that notion rather quickly though, and suddenly it felt strange to not be with Parker, and I realized how much I missed him. Since he wouldn't be back from Chicago until Sunday, we wouldn't get to spend much time together. I guess it's true that absence makes the heart grow fonder, right?

And yeah, that following morning my aching erection reminded me of just how fond my heart was of Parker. The realization of just how much I missed waking up next to him slapped me in the face harder than the cold November wind that was tossing snow flurries around the yard like confetti being thrown up in the air.

Thankfully the cold shower I opted to take that morning quickly squelched the desire and I was able to concentrate on homework once breakfast was over. By the time John and Jake came over later that afternoon, my homework was finally completed. Mom had made a nice Mexican meal of pork tips in green salsa, some red rice, charro beans, a salad, and fresh homemade flour tortillas.

After dinner, Jake and I played Minecraft, Spider Man 2, and Super Mario Brothers on the PS5. He loved video games as much as I did, and we had such a great time playing. In fact, little did we realize that almost four hours had passed, and we really hadn't moved much from my bed. We had a great time and stopped playing only to have some frozen custard and a huge piece of chocolate cake, only to go back to playing until it was time for him and John to leave at eleven pm.

Finally on Sunday afternoon Parker and I were able to see each other. He and his mom got back from his aunt and uncle's house in Chicago around noon. Since my mom had to work, Parker picked me up and we went back to his house. Of course we did our usual routine, as no sooner did they return from Chicago that his mom had to go into her office and do some work.

"I missed you so much babe." Parker told me as we left my house taking the short drive to his house.

"I missed you too! What a long three days, huh? Did you have fun in Chicago at your aunt's house?" I asked, wanting to hear what he did.

"Yes, actually I got to go downtown Chicago to do some shopping and to see the sights on Michigan Avenue. We so have to take a trip in and see how cool it is during the holidays. You wouldn't believe how cool it is with all the lights on the trees and such. My cousins Terri and Seth took me there Friday afternoon. We didn't have anything else to do, so it was neat to go there and see lights, and it really felt like Christmas with the snow falling."

"I bet it was neat. I've never been to downtown Chicago. Maybe we should get Michael to take us downtown." Parker agreed.

"Yes, that would be cool. You got his number, didn't you?" he asked. I told him that I did and promised to text him later.

As soon as we got to Parker's house almost immediately, we were in each other's arms. Our lips met as we embraced in the kitchen. I could feel him against me, and in seconds I was rock hard.

We didn't waste any time getting naked, this time in Parker's room upstairs.

I sat back on his bed and was tackled right away and as his body pressed against mine, I thought we were both going to explode. Thankfully we stopped grinding before we did erupt in our first orgasm, seconds after touching each other.

But as soon as we took each other in our mouths we lasted barely a minute for the first time. The second time we both lasted a little longer, this time with me on my back and Parker laying on top of me. It is such a turn on to feel him against me, so hard and wet. Once again, we came at the same time, our cum mixing together all over my belly.

The third and fourth time happened as we took turns being on top. I nearly came when he shot his load in me, but he wouldn't let me, knowing that he wanted to feel the same erotic feelings as me.

When it was over, we decided to shower first, then sat in the hot tub for a bit.

"Damn babe, that felt so good. I missed you so much. It was fun to spend time with my cousins, but the entire time I couldn't stop thinking about you." He confessed.

I then told Parker about Caleb and me going out after swimming practice. He was happy to hear about Caleb and Noah's relationship. He wasn't really surprised when I told him about Noah being the bottom boy, and that Caleb only considered himself to be the top.

"Well, I am glad that we don't really have a defined position. I can't imagine us being just one or the other, can you?" He moved close to me now, as we resumed kissing, our hot bodies against each other once more.

"I agree my love. Yes, I love feeling you in me, but I like being in you too." I felt myself getting hard again. As Parker gazed into my eyes, his hand found my erection, which prompted me to do the same to him.

"Let's move to the bed down here, what do you say, sexy man." Parker suggested. He didn't have to tell me twice. Moments later we were going down on each other again.

This time felt like it was an hour. I didn't mind at all, and I'm sure Parker didn't either. When it was over, we fell into each other's arms again, my head laying on Parker's chest. I could feel his heart beating against my ear, a feeling of love that I so missed when we were not together. We must have fallen asleep, because when I heard my phone going off, I was surprised to see I had missed Mom's call. It was almost ten pm, and tomorrow was a school day.

"Oh crap babe, I'd better take you home. But this was so nice. I love you so much and love being in your arms." I nodded and told him the same thing.

We kissed good night in Parker's Rav 4 after he pulled in my driveway.

"See you in the morning babe. Sleep well, I love you." He whispered as we broke our embrace.

"I love you too. See you in the morning. You too sleep well."

Mom was already in her pajamas and was just about ready for bed. We talked for a few minutes about her work and about Parker and then she went to bed. I quickly showered and moments later after eating a bowl of cereal I was also in bed.

It had been a good Thanksgiving weekend. I drifted off to sleep with a smile, feeling relaxed once again.

The next few weeks seemed to fly by.

Two weeks to go until Christmas.

Thankfully I finished my shopping early, taking advantage of online shopping as much as possible. Between classes, homework, and swim practice, it seemed like all I did was eat, sleep and do school.

In fact, both of our schedules were so hectic that Parker and I couldn't get together like we did that Sunday after Thanksgiving for almost three weeks. We actually only had like one hour on another Sunday, this time the Sunday before Christmas break.

Of course we made the best of our short time together, this time in my room. Since it had been almost three weeks for both of us, we were so horny for each other that we broke the record for the number of times in an hour. I think it was four times?

Satiated once again, we kissed and held each other in the doorway to my living room, finally breaking our embrace before we would have had to go back to my room for number five. As it was, I almost came again in the shower just thinking about how great it felt to be with him again.

Ah, that relaxed feeling again. I hoped that our time together would keep me happy enough to get through the next week so we could be together for more than just an hour during Christmas break.

All I knew was that I was so looking forward to the break from school.

And that break finally came. I was home finishing up my homework for the break, waiting for Mom to come home from work. Parker had dropped me off since neither of us had practice after school, and no matter how much I begged him, he told me he had to get home, as he and his mom had plans to go out right away to finish up their shopping.

It's a good thing he didn't come in, as I'd no sooner started my homework than Mom got home. She probably would have found us or at least knew what we were doing when she walked in the door, so I guess things do happen for a reason. I smiled to myself at the very notion of what might have happened, her walking in on two horny lovers trying to get some relief with each other. I'm still smiling and laughing to myself about that notion. Ha ha ha. (Insert a laughing emoji, right?)

"Hola mama, how was your day at work?" I asked Mom, giving her a big hug and kiss as soon as she walked through the side door of the house into the kitchen.

"Hola mi amor, todo se fue bien, pero los borrachos, aye te digo." She just shook her head. Apparently, there were too many drunks from the many office Christmas parties that drank way too much or something. Either way it sounded like the ER was busier than normal, and as Mom explained to me this was typical for the weekend before Christmas.

For dinner we had some leftover lasagna that Mom had made on her day off on Wednesday. It was excellent, even warmed up. Along with a tasty Italian salad and some breadsticks warmed up in the oven, dinner was great.

We'd no sooner finished dinner when Mom's cell phone buzzed. Thinking it was John calling, she grabbed it right away and didn't look to see who it was, which was odd.

"Hello? Yes, this is she. Oh, yes, hello, Merry Christmas to you as well. What's going on?"

Mom's smile turned to a look of concern. "Uh huh, oh really. No me digas, er, don't tell me that he..." She paused and just listened for a couple of minutes saying an occasional ok' or uh huh' and `alright' or so before responding to what the person was saying to her.

"So this could be a problem? Wait, he wants to what?" She really emphasized the word `what'.

"Okaaay, I will talk to him and will let you know. We really haven't talked much about this situation, but if you tell me this is the only way, then I will get back to you after we talk."

After she said goodbye and ended the call, she looked at me with a concerned look on her face.

"Que es, mama?" I asked her what it was. I was concerned that maybe something had happened to Abuelita again or worse off, something was going on with John or Jake. What she told me caught me completely off guard.

Mom took a deep breath and seemed to be searching for the right words to say to me. I felt a bolt of fear course through my body, my stomach tensing up not knowing what to expect.

"Amor, it was my lawyer." She began. "So he began the adoption paper process and part of that was to find your father and send him a letter, stating John's intention to adopt you, verdad?"

"Si, mama, that's correct." I responded. The lasagna suddenly felt like it was churning in my stomach.

"Well the lawyer found your father, and he responded to the letter by saying that he will not sign the letter giving up all parental rights to being your father until he meets you in person."

I didn't know what to say. I wanted to throw up but took a deep breath. At first, I was angry, scared, and confused, and ready to start crying, not really knowing what to say. The man who I've not seen since I was a baby now wanted to meet me before giving up his rights as being my father. Mom and I talked about it for several minutes, and she asked me what was on my mind.

"Mama, I'm so nervous and scared, but yet I'm so upset. I thought he was... in prison? And would he come here, or where would we meet him? Would you be there?"

"Amor, it sounds like he's out of prison. No, I don't want him to come here. I am upset too; I didn't think he'd fight us at all about this. Honestly, I haven't heard from him in close to ten years. And since he has to register, no, you will not have to meet him alone. There would have to be a caseworker there, and it would be safe. It is up to you, mi amor."

We talked about it a little while longer and somewhere in the depths of my mind the answer came to me crystal clear. If this was the only obstacle in the way of John becoming my father, I would literally jump through hoops of fire for the man who would clearly do the same for me.

"Yes, mama. I will meet him. I will meet the man who is my biological father.