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Chapter Five
"Angel? Are you awake?"
In the midst of an incredible sexually charged dream, I heard those words uttered from my mom which jolted me back to reality. I woke up quickly to realize that I was still naked on my bed; my shorts and underwear were at my ankles. My smooth tummy still had remnants of the first orgasm I had from being sucked off by Dylan. Lucky for me, Mom had called me when she walked through the door, so I had time to pull my shorts up just before she walked into my room.
"Si, Mama, I am awake. I just got tired this afternoon, so I took a short nap," was the only thing I could think of. Hopefully, she wouldn't figure out what had happened earlier in the room between Dylan and me.
"How was your day, mi amor?" was all she asked as she came into the room, giving me a hug and a kiss.
"It was good, mama. My leg is sore, but it's getting better, I think. I'm getting used to the brace. I just had to take it off so I could rest it and get a bit of a nap."
"Okay, I am glad to hear that. Remember, you have to do those stretches that the doctor gave you, verdad (right)?"
"Si mama, yo se (I know)," I replied to her.
The rest of the night went well. Thankfully, Mom didn't figure anything out about what happened with Dylan and me, or if she did, she didn't ask. The next day was like the rest, uneventful. I did find that it was getting easier to walk with the brace, so I started to walk further and further outside. By the time my first physical therapy appointment arrived on Tuesday, I was walking close to a mile to and from my house. My physical therapist was a super cute guy named Ryan. He was about 5'8" tall, I'm guessing he was maybe 160 pounds? He had short brown hair, deep blue eyes, and an earring in his right ear. When we met, I was mesmerized by his beautiful smile. When he touched my leg to show me how to do one particular strengthening exercise, I felt my dick getting hard almost instantly. It was good thing I was wearing my tight boxer briefs that were a size too small for me, otherwise I would have gotten really embarrassed if he would have seen my erection! But the way he held my leg in both hands with his left hand sort of rubbing my inner thigh, it got me really turned on! Good thing Mom was in the waiting room!
After therapy, Mom dropped me off at home to go back to work. Since Ryan told me that biking was good exercise for my leg, and he actually told my mom it would be a great exercise for me to do at least an hour a day, I went to the garage to get my old bike out. I had sent a text to Dylan to see if he was going to bike by my house today. He replied that he was, and said that sure, he'd love to have me tag along. I was super excited to finally go on a ride with my sexy biker boy! Only one problem: I got to my bike in the garage and my tires were both flat as pancakes. Dang it, just my luck. Dylan got there about a half hour later. I was sitting on the steps of my front porch, dejected because of the flat tires on my fifteen speed mountain bike. I think it has something like a 24 inch frame. Anyway, my seat was still too low, so even if the tires had air in them it would have been tough to ride.
"Hey Carter, you ready to ride? Where is your helmet?" Dylan inquired as he rode his bike up the driveway, smiling as always flashing his beautiful smile. Once again today he was wearing the same biking clothes that he was wearing the day of the accident in front of the house: tight black shirt, red stripe down the side, same with his tight biking shorts, red strip down the side. The shorts looked tighter today, showing off what looked to be growing and pointing to the left again.
"Hey Dylan, how are you? Um, I have a problem. Both of my tires are flat, and my seat's way too low, believe it or not." I replied with a dejected tone of voice.
"Do you have an air compressor in your garage? And looks like you'll need a 9/16" wrench and we can raise your seat. Let's go to your garage to see what you have." After rummaging around in the garage, sure enough Dylan found what must have been my dad's old air -- whatever it is -- thing and a wrench to raise my seat. Skillfully, he used the contraption that put air in the tires, and the seat was perfect now. "Okay, now your tires are good. Try this for your seat height."
"Thanks, man, how did you know to do that?" I asked.
"Dude, doesn't everyone know how to put air in tires? I guess I just learned this from my ...dad. Sorry buddy, I didn't mean to..." his words drifted off and, in the silence, I told him not to apologize. Since my dad had been gone for close to eight years, I had never been shown what do with any tools, as my Tio Javier had usually taken care of those things. Speaking of my Tio Javier, just as Dylan had finished raising the seat, we turned around to see him pull into the driveway in his truck, along with my cousin Javy.
As Tio and Javy got out of the truck and began walking towards the garage, Dylan and I just stood there and waited until they approached us.
"Buenas tardes, mijo, como estas? (Good afternoon my son, how are you?)" My uncle asked, giving me a hug.
"Estoy bien, Tio. My friend Dylan and I are getting ready to take a short bike ride, so I can get my leg exercises in. Hey Javy, how are you?" I asked as Javy walked up in his sleeveless blue t-shirt, his tan arms showed more muscle than I recalled earlier in the spring. His gray basketball shorts were still tight in the right spots and the outline of his dick was visible, a sight I couldn't help but look at as he shook my hand, AND Dylan's. "Dylan, this is my Uncle Javier and my cousin Javy."
"Nice to meet you both. We just put some air in Carter's bike tires. Great day for a bike ride. I love to ride. Javy, Carter has told me about you. How's it going?"
"Good." Was all Javy responded with. There seemed to be quite a bit of tension in the air, as it seemed like Javy and Dylan were not sure what to think about each other. Either Javy was being real shy or had a feeling about Dylan, and was wondering how or why he became my friend. Tio Javier broke the awkward moment of silence.
"Hijo, we're here to fix the leaky faucet in the back of your house."
"Oh, okay Tio. Do you need me here?" I asked tentatively, hoping the answer would be no.
"If your back door is open, we'll be okay. I will lock up when we leave if you're not back."
"Cool, Gracias Tio." We'll be back soon." I was glad to get on to my bike again, and we both pedaled out of the driveway and headed toward Martin Park. "So where are we going?" I asked Dylan.
"Have you ever been on the path on the other side of the river?"
"No, where does it go?"
"It goes up to Sportscore, and it's on the way to my house. But for now, there is a neat place I want to show you."
"Cool, let's just keep it slow, I'm not sure how much my leg can handle." Dylan nodded in agreement, as we began our ascent up the Riverside pedestrian bridge, which was built on the south side of the car bridge. After crossing Riverside on the west bank of the river, we soon began our descent down the bike path that wound around a steep embankment to the path that ran alongside the railroad tracks, which ran parallel with the Rock River. The heavily forested bank opened up to a couple of huge houses that overlooked the river, and then quickly returned to forest again. The path meandered along, going over four small pedestrian bridges before huge limestone cliffs appeared on the left side nestled in the trees. After following the path along the limestone cliffs for about another fifty feet or so, Dylan slowed down, stopped, and got off his bike. I did the same. There was an almost unnoticeable path that began on the left side of the paved path and disappeared into the scrubby trees and wildflowers. Even though it was the middle of the day, the huge trees on the limestone bluff above and the pine trees between the paved bike path and the train tracks that ran alongside the river, it was very shaded and cool; the path that ran into the forest up to the bluff was close to being invisible from the bike path.
"Follow me," Dylan began. "We can leave our bikes right here; they will be fine."
"Okay, I hope you know where you're going. This place kind of creeps me out!" I replied with skepticism in my voice. As we took the short narrow path further into the woods, suddenly it rose sharply before leveling out some ten feet or so above the bike path. There, nestled totally unseen from the path or above for that matter, was a clearing on top of the limestone. A flat area that had to be maybe the size of my living room and bedroom combined (16 foot by 20 foot?) with a couple of huge rectangular limestone rocks that looked like size of tables right in the middle of this natural living room. There was evidence of a campfire in a circular area of small limestone rocks, and a few empty beer cans were scattered around the remnants of the charred limbs that once provided heat and light to whomever started the fire.
"So, what do you think, man?" Dylan asked me, with a mischievous look on his face. "Is this cool or what? Secluded, where no one can see. And the best part -- and this is freaky -- is that you can see anyone that approaches but they cannot see you. It's like the perfect hiding place!"
"Wow, this is cool!" was all I could think of saying.
It was awesome, actually. I looked at Dylan, and he now had a smirk on his face, and suddenly his left hand reached down and touched his obviously hard dick. "Want to suck my dick?" He blatantly asked, causing my dick to instantly get hard.
"Uh, okay, um, yeah!" As soon as I agreed, he picked me up and set me down on one of the limestone rocks, pulled his tight biking shorts down, then his compression shorts, and his huge dick was now inches from my mouth, its curved shaft and pink head caused me to start drooling. I reached out to it with my left hand, felt its heat and pulled him to me. I wrapped my hand around his thickness, pulling it to my lips as a huge drop of clear fluid formed on the pee slit. I stuck my tongue out, tasting his sweet pre-cum, smearing it around the head with my tongue and lips causing him to moan with pleasure. Instead of waiting for me to slowly take him in, I felt his huge hands on the back of my head pulling me into him, forcing me to take him as far into my mouth as I could without choking.
"Oh yeah Carter, take my cock in your mouth and suck it good. I'm so fucking horny for your mouth."
Dylan's dick was now leaking into my mouth, and I could feel my own dick leaking into my shorts. I kept sucking him, each time taking him deeper into my throat. I reached up with my right hand and touched his hairy nuts, then pulled off his dick and licked them like an ice cream cone. Their musky, sweaty smell had me even more turned on, as was Dylan. He must have been close to shooting his load because suddenly he stopped, picked me up and told me to stand in front of him. In one motion he pulled down my basketball shorts and boxer briefs as my now hard and leaking five inch dick sprung loose from its prison. The slight cool breeze caused the skin of my mostly hairless sack and balls to retreat close into my smooth groin. Kneeling before me, Dylan took my dick all the way in his mouth. I could feel his tongue licking the underside of my shaft, his nose against my hairless pubic area. I was totally in heaven and thought I would explode right then and there, but he must have sensed this because he pulled my dick out of his mouth, turned me around and began to spread my butt cheeks with his hands, exposing my hairless hole. As he rubbed each cheek, his fingers got closer and closer to my hole with each motion, before he lightly grazed my hole with each of his index fingers. I moaned with delight as they lightly touched the ultra-sensitive area surrounding my hole. What surprised me next was suddenly I felt his nose in my crack, then his warm, wet tongue licked its way to my hole. At the same time, he reached around and wrapped his right hand around my dripping rock hard dick. With his left hand, he pushed my back down, and told me to rest my hands on the rock table.
"Carter, I so badly want to be in you like Javy was, but not just yet. Unless you want me to be in you. I promise I won't leave you unsatisfied like he did."
I wanted him in me so very badly. I wanted to feel him like I felt with Javy's big dick in me, feel the way I felt then, but all I could think of to say was, "Um, if you do, I do, but if you want to wait, I can wait..." I turned around to face him -- his mammoth cock literally had a string of pre-cum that touched the rock beneath us -- and once again he picked me up and as he moved to my mouth, with his dripping cock, I intercepted it halfway and greedily sucked it like it was the best tasting sucker I'd ever tasted.
"Oh god Carter, you're so good, keep, oh, man, I think I'm going to...."
And with that his dick deposited shot after shot of his creamy load down my throat. I wrapped my lips around him so carefully and tight so none of his cum would escape my mouth. I nearly gagged as he thrust himself deeper in my mouth than before; his hands on automatic forcing me to take every last drop of his shooting cum that seemed to last for several minutes.
No sooner did he finish than he quickly lifted me up and took my now softening dick, which was still leaking, all into his mouth. I got hard in no time, and now I wrapped my hands around his head, my fingers touching his beautiful hair for the first time. I felt hornier than I've ever felt before, and although I wanted to last, seconds later I felt the wave of the strongest orgasm I've yet to experience in my life hit me, almost sending me to my knees. Sensing this, Dylan held me up and my hands were now all over his sweaty, muscular back and chest and as I touched his hard pecs, I felt a second stronger wave hit me, and again I shot a second huge load deep into his mouth...
Finally, as the best orgasm of my life subsided, we both quickly pulled up our shorts as we heard voices that came from the bike path below us. Luckily, they were from a group of two or three kids on bikes that eventually disappeared as they rode further south on the bike path.
"That was awesome, Carter-man" Dylan spoke first. "So that was Javy at your house, huh?" Dylan asked as we both sat on the table rock basking in the shade of the trees in our post-earth shattering orgasms.
"Yeah, that's my cousin Javy, the same Javy that was my best friend, gave me my first blow job, stuck his dick in my butt a few times, and then broke my leg." I replied in a melancholy tone of voice, reflecting on how my best cousin and I used to get along.
"Dude, I'm sorry he treated you that way. You're a super cool little man, and I'll never treat you that way. You said he plays soccer, right? Going to play on Harlem's... freshman team this year?"
"Yeah, I believe so." I replied.
"Well I'm going to be on the varsity team and if I hear anything about him, I'll make sure the guys know what a dick he is and he will not be liked."
"That's all fine and good, but he is a good soccer player, and wants to play on varsity THIS year." I replied back, emphasizing THIS with air quotes, as Javy had done to me some time before when we'd talked about soccer.
"Don't worry dude, we'll take care of him one way, or another. Trust me! No one mistreats you or bullies you. I've got your back, and you're front!" We both laughed as he made a grab for the front of my now quiet and limp basketball shorts. "Okay bud, I gotta get going. I'll ride back to your house and then I have to get biking back past here so I can get home."
"Oh, so you live around here in these woods?" I asked.
"Further up past the park district office, just before the path crosses the bridge further upriver. Our house faces the east. It's about another two or three miles."
"Cool. You know, I can make it back on my own if you have to get going." I reassured him that I'd be fine, and we agreed to go our separate ways.
"Okay Carter-man, I'll talk to you later then. Have a safe ride and maybe we can get together again soon. I'm going to start a mid-summer baseball league soon, which is going to keep me pretty busy. But we're planning on having a party at the house soon. I'll let you know when it is, and you will be invited!"
"Oh, that's cool. Yeah, I'll be fine riding back. It's not that far. See you again soon. Bye!" I was happier than I'd been all summer. I finally met someone cool who seemed to like me for being me, and who was also super-hot! As I rode back home past the limestone bluffs, the three awesome houses and finally up the steep hill to the crosswalk on Riverside, all I could think about was Dylan. He was so nice to me, was so cute, and was completely out of my league. But as unreal as it was to be with him and do the cool things together we'd done like just now on that clearing in the forest, a small shadow of doubt crept in the back of my mind that made me sad, knowing that this feeling I had being with Dylan would soon end and he'd soon forget about me. He was so much into sports -- I wasn't. He was no doubt extremely popular, good looking, and not completely like me. It seemed all too good to be true. As I crossed the street and headed back down the pedestrian/bike side of the bridge, even a beautiful day like today where I'd just had the greatest sexual experience of my young life with the hottest guy of my dreams and finally had been able to ride my bike again couldn't keep the bad feelings from creeping back into my mind. As I rode through Martin Park and headed up the short street to my house, I noticed that Tio Javier and Javy had already left. I opened the garage door, put my bike in, then went in the house to my room, laid on my bed and started to cry.
Several days went by and I resumed my afternoons of reading on the porch. I had texted Dylan the day before but didn't get a response until the following morning. He apologized and said that he'd been busy with baseball practice mornings and afternoons. He would be leaving for two weeks on Sunday, and said he'd get back to me mid-week when he knew the final details of the party, which was supposed to be held on Saturday. He had not been by the house biking since the day we biked together to the forest. So of course, I was more than excited when I looked up from my book and saw him ride up the sidewalk.
"Carter-man! How are you doing? Got another good book to read?" Dylan exuberantly said as he got off his bike and walked up to the porch. He wasn't wearing his usual biking outfit, but today had on a Dodger's jersey, a pair of tan cargo shorts, ankle socks and a blue and white pair of Asics running shoes. He looked so cute that I felt something start to stir in my own cargo shorts.
"Oh, hey Dylan! Yeah, I just started reading 11-22-63. It's another Stephen King book, written about the shooting of JFK. It's got time travel in it, so it's pretty darn cool. Um, I'm doing good. My leg is feeling better. The PT is helping rebuild my muscles, and hopefully when school starts, I'll be back to normal."
"Yay! I'm glad to hear that. Well hey, I can't stay long, I just wanted to give you this invitation for my sort of going away party on Saturday. I'm going to be gone another week longer than first thought with the baseball team. I hope you can make it! Oh, and bring your swimming suit!"
"Cool, thanks! I hope my mom will let me go. Can I bring anything else -- something to eat?"
"Nope, just bring yourself and your swimming suit." I really wanted to invite him in the house and have some fun, he was so cute and was turning me on. Dylan then reached in his shorts pocket for his cell phone. "Dang it, my mom just texted me. I need to be home as soon as I can. We have to go to the sporting good's store to get a couple pairs of compression shorts and a bigger cup for me. But hey, I'll see you at 5 pm on Saturday. Okay?"
"I'll text you if my mom will let me go. Thanks for the invite! Good luck finding your new compression shorts and cup!" We both laughed, and just like that, Dylan left on his bike.
My mom agreed to let me go to Dylan's party, even though she'd not yet met him. When I showed her the address of his house, she apparently knew where it was and nodded her head as if to agree that it was in a nice area.
"I'm okay with you going, but if there's anything bad going on like drinking and drugs, you be sure to text me right away and I'll pick you up. We can't risk your future being caught up in something bad, mi amor."
"I know, mama. I don't think that would be the case with Dylan and his family." She continued to lecture me about alcohol and drugs and all, but I tried to ignore her. I knew the difference between what's right and what's wrong and knew how it could affect my future. I guess it didn't hurt for her to remind me once again...
The rest of the week went by slowly and uneventful. Finally, Saturday afternoon arrived, and it was time to get ready for Dylan's party. I was stressing over what to wear, but finally settled on a pair of khaki colored cargo shorts and my favorite blue and white Nike tee shirt, along with white ankle socks and my new blue and white Nike running shoes. Yeah, like I would be using them to run in! I grabbed my clothes and headed to the shower. As I stood naked in the mirror, I still could not believe that Dylan liked me. Where he was strong, muscular, and tanned, I barely had any visible muscles at all. I was scrawny, not tanned at all, and hadn't even grown any pubic hair yet. In fact, I had no hair in my arm pits, and barely had any hair on my legs, as opposed to Dylan's tanned hairy legs. Just the thought about Dylan and his muscular body and my little dick now became hard, pointing up at me. As the water of the shower turned the right temperature, I got in and started soaping up. I wanted badly to jerk off but resisted the temptation. Five minutes later, my shower was done. I stepped out onto the towel to hear my mom talking in Spanish to someone on the phone. I thought I heard her crying too. I got dressed, combed my hair, put on some Polo Blue, and walked out of the bathroom.
"What's wrong mama?" I asked only to find her still on the phone as she held up her index finger telling me to be quiet. >From what I could tell listening in on her phone conversation with my abuelito, something was wrong with my abuelita. Both of my grandparents had been in Mexico for close to two weeks now, and it sounded like my grandma was really sick and might not survive. Mom finally got off the phone and told me what was going on.
"Angel mi amor, Abuelita esta muy enferma. (Grandma is very sick) Abuelito wants your tios and me to leave for Mexico like now because she might not..." and with that she broke down crying again. I felt horrible and began to cry as well. Suddenly going to Dylan's party didn't see so important. But mom stopped crying and said she would take me to the party and figure out what was going to happen. One thing for certain, if she left for Mexico, I would have to stay home because I didn't have a passport. Mom dropped me off at Dylan's house and I couldn't believe my eyes at the size of the house. Nestled amongst a grove of what looked like oak trees, the house was huge. I rang the doorbell and a lady that looked like my mom's age answered the door and already knew my name.
"You must be Carter, right?" she asked with a welcoming smile.
"Um, yes ma'am." I replied with my most polite voice.
"Well come in, the boys are in the back. I'll tell Dylan you are here. Please, make yourself feel at home. We are so grateful for you taking care of Dylan after that little accident he had on his bike." I was amazed at how nice the people were. In fact, I almost felt like I didn't belong, but there I was. Dylan introduced me to all of his friends -- most of them were tall and super cute like he him. We ate hamburgers and brats, then we all went swimming. One thing athletic I can do is swim really well, so I was so excited when I saw their huge in ground pool. It was one of those that was long enough to swim laps in! The edge was like an infinity edge that you supposedly couldn't see the edge. Dylan was surprised to see me swim laps, and one of his friends, Chase, told me I should join Harlem's swim team. Honestly, the thought never entered my mind. But now in front of Dylan's friends who treated me like I was one of them, I was happier than I'd ever remember being in a long time. The night just flew by and before I knew it, my mom sent me a text saying that she was on the way to pick me up.
I felt like crying.
Actually, I found myself acting like a ten year old who'd just discovered the coolest video game ever and just didn't want to stop. I mean even though I really didn't get a chance to be alone with Dylan, his friends were so cool, his parents were cool, and everyone treated me like I was the guest! So when mom texted me that she was in the driveway, I made sure that I shook Dylan's mom's hand, thanking her for the food and letting Dylan invite me. She made sure that Dylan walked me out. He then apologized to me for not being able to spend more time talking to me but assured me that when he got back from his baseball tournament, he'd have me over before school starts. When I said good-bye to him and started walking towards our car, He waved back and told me that he would text me and let me know how the tournament would go. It was too good to be true, for sure. As I approached the car, it looked as if my mom was not alone in the car. Sure enough as I went to open the rider's side door, my heart sank and an all too familiar strange feeling came over me. Sitting in the front seat of the car was none other than my cousin Javy.
Mom informed me that my Tio Javier and Tia Rosa along with Javy's brothers had already left for Mexico. Javy could not go for the same reason as me -- he did not have a passport, not to mention the all important soccer practice that was more important than our sick abuelita. I hardly said two words to my mom on the ride back home, as she informed me that she would be flying out tomorrow morning, leaving Javy and me at home for a few days until Tia Rosa's sister would be able to come to Loves Park from Chicago to watch Javy at their house. Mom knew that I was upset, and we did talk after Javy fell asleep on the sofa in the living room. I just couldn't believe that the best night of my life at Dylan's house turned in to be the worst night of my life knowing that not only was my mom going to be gone for maybe a week or two, but my abuelita was very sick, and my once favorite cousin turned not so favorite cousin was now going to be staying alone with me in my house. This was going to be muy dificil (very difficult) to say the least. Since it was getting late and mom had to leave at 6 A.M. to catch the bus to O'Hare Airport in Chicago, she kissed me good night and we both went to bed. I fell asleep immediately, but had some strange dreams including a nightmare about being chased by a really scary man that was lurking in a cemetery on a cold foggy night in November...
I awoke to the sound of Javy whispering in my ear, around 3 A.M.
"Carter, can I sleep in bed with you?"