Date: Sat, 16 May 2020 04:55:33 +0000 (UTC)
From: austintc@aol.com
Subject: Carter and the Biker Boy, Chapter Three

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You will have to be patient with this chapter. The content is pretty
heavy and serious as Carter deals with the life changing issue of coming
out to his mom. I'm sure you all will understand; it is a process he
needs to navigate through in order to make sense of his life and continue
on the journey of self-discovery and affirmation of who he is.

Chapter Three

After what happened in March at Javy's house, or more specifically in
his bedroom where we got caught by his dad (my uncle) in a very bad
situation with both of us naked and us engaged in something we shouldn't
have been doing, I knew that there was no way Javy was going to take the
blame for being inside me. Of course, after the embarrassment of being
caught by my Tio subsided a little and he sort of calmed down, I was told
to go down to the living room and sleep on the couch. I couldn't hear
the muffled words and arguing that took place in the basement between
Javy and my Tio, but based on the sobbing and the pleas to stop hitting
him, Javy tried everything in his power to blame me for coming on to him
and being the one who told him about the gay porn website. I did not want
to see my best friend and cousin get beat up by his dad, but I wasn't
going to be the one to take all of the blame.  Yeah, right.

Needless to say, I didn't sleep hardly at all. I was worried about what
my mom would say, what my Tia and abuelitos would say and what the rest
of the family would think about me.  And of course, I was worried about
Javy's physical well-being also.

Morning finally came, and I think I'd only slept maybe an hour.  Shortly
after 7:00 am I heard my Tia get up and shuffle into the kitchen.  My
stomach was so upset that I thought I was going to throw up.  But when
she saw me on the sofa she just smiled and said good morning and asked me
why I was sleeping on the sofa. A bit confused, I told her that I wasn't
feeling well and didn't want to bother Javy or get him sick, so I came
to the sofa. Obviously, she had no clue about what happened last night,
and I wasn't going to volunteer. Tio Javier and Javy were not yet awake.
Tia Rosa then spoke.

"Angel, mi amor, I think I'll take you to Abuelita's house so you can
rest, and she will know how to take care of you in case you get sick.  I
really don't want Hectorcito and Luis getting sick and I know the flu is
going around. Get your things and I'll take you there before they all
wake up."

Suddenly, I felt much better. In fact, the rest of the week at my
grandparent's house went pretty well. There were no questions asked by
my abuelita, and I was fine until my mom got home late Friday night. She
picked me up from my abuelitos' house and we made small talk about her
trip until we got home.  She was tired and went to bed right away.  I was
tired too and was just happy to be home.  It was good to be in my own
bed, and I slept great.
Saturday morning, however, my world came crashing down.  When I woke up,
I heard my mom having a very heated conversation in Spanish with my Tio
Javier, who is my mom's brother.  She was talking very fast and was very
upset, and it was hard to figure out exactly what she was saying.  But as
soon as she got off the phone, I heard her crying. Since I had pretty
good idea what it was about, I slowly got up out of bed, and very
cautiously went into the kitchen to see why she was crying.

"Morning mama, are you okay?"  She tried to hide her crying from me,
but as she turned to face me, I could tell she had been crying for a
while.

"No mi amor, I am not okay. I just got off the phone with your Tio
Javier. We need to talk about what happened with you and Javy.  You had
better tell me the truth and not hide anything from me.  Your Tio Javier
does not want you in his house again.  Now what in the world happened in
his casa between you and Javy?"

The words tried to come out. My head was spinning. I felt like puking. My
heart felt like it was going to pound right out of my chest. I took a
deep breath and started to tell her what happened, going back to the
summer when Javy first showed me the porn on his phone.

At first, she did not take it well.

I broke down and cried and cried along with her.

Then she asked me point blank.

"Angel, are you gay?  Tell me the truth mi amor. I need to know."
Those three words shook me to my young core and was the most difficult
question my mother has ever asked me.  I knew she deserved to know the
truth but dashing her every dream she had for me growing up and marrying
a beautiful girl would soon by gone. Possibly my every existence in life
as I know would be gone too. What if she kicked me out of the house, sent
me packing with my clothes, pushing me out of her life and out of
everything in the world that I knew? Where would I go, what would I do?
I was fourteen years old, soon to be fifteen. I wanted to feel her arms
around me, comforting me, taking away the hurt and pain like she always
would.  But we're Mexican. We're not gay. We're supposed to be macho.
We drink beer, tequila, play soccer. Watch soccer. Work in the yard, work
hard
.
I was none of that.  The idea of beer and tequila and playing soccer and
being macho was nothing I was all about. I like the theater, acting,
reading, and most of all writing. I didn't fit in. And now to know how
it feels to be sexual with another guy, the idea of having sex with a
girl totally grosses me out. I know who I am. She deserved the truth; I
cannot hide who I am, despite the consequences that may be.

With tears streaming down my face, I did my best to look her in the eyes
-- those same deep brown eyes as mine -- and quietly, yet firmly, told
her who I was.

"Si, mama, I am gay." Those three words have been the hardest words
I've had to say. I barely got them out when the floodgates really opened
up. I didn't know if I should gather my things leave the house or run to
her and find the comfort I so desperately needed. Instead with my head
hung low and with my tear stained face and nose running I asked her if I
should leave.

"What? Leave? Oh no mi amor, come to me." She met me halfway and like
many times before she embraced me so hard, running her fingers through my
hair, giving me the comfort only a mother can give. "I don't ever want
you to leave. I would never kick you out because of who you are. I love
you so much and it doesn't matter WHO or WHAT you are.  You're my hijo
(son) and I love you for YOU. God sent you to me; you are my world. Do
not EVER think that I'd kick you out for you being YOU." I could not
believe what she said next. "I had a feeling you were gay. I see the way
you look at other boys. I see you not ever interested in girls. But it's
okay. Look, Angel. I have seen so many boys -- and girls -- your age who
have come into the ER beat up by their parents for who they are. The hurt
and pain they have endured by the hands of those who should provide them
with unconditional love is just horrible. You are all God's children.
You and all of these kids cannot change who God made you to be. My heart
just aches for these kids who either go back to a physical and
emotionally abusive family, or they get kicked out of their house to live
life on the streets. They fall prey to the scum of the earth who abuse
them even more by exploiting their young bodies in prostitution or by
making them believe that they can be models. Many of these kids either
live a life of drug abuse or poverty and drop out of school to become
homeless. It just breaks my hearts to think that all they want is to be
accepted for who they are and have the unconditional love of their
parents.  Angel, do not ever think that what happened between you and
Javy would change how I feel about you. I know Javy is to blame for what
happened. He opened your eyes into a world that exists that could lead
you down a very dark, wrong path in life. Do not think it is your fault.
I will deal with my brother and your cousin. Please hijo, be yourself and
know that your mama loves just the same as I did before."

In my mother's arms I felt safe. Safe to be who I am. It was a huge
relief knowing that I didn't have to hide who I was from her. She later
told me that she had been prepared for a few years to the fact that I
might be gay.  I guess mothers do know more about their kids than the
kids know themselves.  She did talk to me about gay sex and what I knew
and what Javy and I did. It was a little strange telling her everything
that we did, but she wanted me to be honest with her. Once again, she
just calmly told me to be careful, and that what Javy showed me on his
phone is not the way life truly is, and that while sex is awesome, if I
truly care for someone I should not think that life is the way it is in
those videos. She also warned me to practice safe sex with everyone,
especially if I was ever to be like I was with Javy again. It was really
embarrassing, but looking back on that conversation, I'm so happy that
my mom is the way she is. When our conversation was over, I felt so happy
and fortunate to have my mom be my mom.

Later that afternoon I tried to text Javy.

"Hey Javy, how are you?"

No response. I waited several hours and no response. He never went
anywhere without his phone, so I wondered if he got it taken away from
his dad.
In fact, as I later found out from my mom, Javy got grounded for a month,
his phone taken away for that month, and he was not to talk to me unless
we were at a family dinner or gathering. I felt so bad for him, and I
missed my cousin and best friend immensely, but my Tio hurt him
physically and emotionally, leaving bruises on his back and arms, as well
as some pretty serious welts on his butt from whipping him with his belt.
It just was not fair. I did not see Javy except for passing in the halls
at school.  We didn't have any classes together, and when I did see him
and tried to talk to him, he ignored me and acted like I didn't exist. I
could see the bruises on his arms still a week after we got back to
school. But where he had suffered physical and obvious emotional pain
over what his dad did to him, It hurt me so much to know that I had lost
my best friend.

***

Fast forward to the day after Dylan got hit by the car on his bike as he
rode past my house. It was a typical day for me, still suffering through
the crutches and the cast on my leg. As usual, I was sitting on the porch
reading Stephen King's book "Misery".  I was so engrossed in the book
that I didn't realize what time it was: 2:25 pm, just about time that
biker boy, who I now know as Dylan, would be riding by my house.  Sure
enough just about five minutes later, Dylan rode by as fast as he usually
did.  Today he was wearing a different pair of the tight lycra biking
shorts.  This pair was black with a red stripe going down the side of his
legs. His biking shirt, also sleeveless and tight also had matching red
stripes going down the sides of the shirt.  Same helmet, same Oakley
shades.  Same fingerless gloves. He had ear buds that were attached by a
white wire that led to his phone that was attached to his right arm. I
could see the beads of sweat on his face and his arms glistened with
sweat as well, causing me to remember his scent as he sat in the rocking
chair in my living room as I applied the bandages to his arm and inner
thigh. The sight of him and thinking about his sweaty body caused my dick
to get instantly hard, especially with thinking about how he filled out
those tight shorts.  I was surprised to see him look at me, and he WAVED!
Of course, I waved back and now had a smile from ear to ear! Maybe, just
maybe he'd stop to see me on his way back.   Okay, probably not. Wishful
thinking, I know.

About five minutes later my Tio Javier pulled on to our street driving
his work truck.  He has a landscaping business and since my leg was
broken last month, he has been coming over to mow our lawn. I guess today
is the day that he's going to mow. As he pulled in our driveway all the
way and then backed out and pulled up alongside the curb in front of our
house, I saw that Javy was with him. When he got out of the truck, he
took his dirty white tee shirt off, revealing his tanned dark skin and
sculptured upper body. While he weighed close to fifty pounds more than
me, his waist was still small and thin due to him being about six inches
taller.  Needless to say, I could not stop admiring his tanned body. I
don't know if he felt me staring at him, but he looked down and away
from me as he joined my Tio in getting the mowers going.

It was quite obvious that Javy was either still mad at me or was told by
my Tio not to talk to me. I just resumed reading my book while they mowed
and trimmed the back and side yards.  About 20 minutes later they came
back to the front lawn.  Javy was mowing the front with a push mower, Tio
was doing the trimming. Since a breeze had picked up, when Javy stopped
to wipe the sweat from his forehead, the very basketball shorts he was
wearing today were the ones he wore when we got caught in his bed back in
March. The breeze blew back the shorts, and I could very easily see the
details of what I lusted for and still missed today. He looked as if he
was hard, his dick was clearly pushing up against his black boxer briefs;
the waistband of the briefs was visible above the waistband of the
basketball shorts. Since it was warm out, his shirtless body was
glistening in sweat, just like Dylan's arms were when he rode by a few
minutes ago. I felt my dick go from soft to hard in a heartbeat
remembering the first time I took Javy in my mouth and the first time he
stuck his huge dick inside me.

I lost all concentration for reading and was ready to go in the house as
they were finishing the yard. I put my book down, stood up, grabbed the
crutches and was ready to hobble to the door when my Tio called out my
name.

"Carter!" (remember he pronounces my name Car-tair).  I stopped and
turned to see him and Javy walk up the sidewalk.

"How are you, hijo (son)?" he asked, in a polite calm manner that
seemed to indicate that nothing had happened at all between Javy, him and
me.

"I'm doing okay.  Just waiting for next Monday when I see the doctor
again.  He is supposed to replace this cast with new one that I can
actually wear shoes or flip flops with. I'm really tired of these
crutches." I wanted to be all happy with him that he was talking to me
so nice, but I was still pretty pissed off for what Javy did to me.

"That's good. Javy, tell Carter what I told you to say." Reluctantly,
Javy spoke quietly to me for the first time since the accident.

"I am sorry for running into you at the game and breaking your leg."

That was it.  That was all he said. Standing four feet from me with just
his shorts on I couldn't stop staring at his upper body, remembering the
times I sucked on his nipples and licked his chest and abs as I made my
way down to his treasure trail and dick. He held out his hand to shake my
hand, and at first, I really didn't want to accept, but in our culture
we all shake hands or hug each other when we first see family or leave to
go home.  It's just a cultural thing, so I grew up that way.  Finally,
as he walked up the steps to the porch where I stood, he reached out for
me to shake his hand.  With my right crutch braced against my armpit, I
took his warm calloused hand and shook it just like I'd done a thousand
times before.  Next was my Tio, and he even gave me a hug.

"Hope your leg gets better, hijo. Javy knows he won't dare to do that
again to someone.  But we all know it was an accident, don't we?"

"Yeah, an accident," was all I could reply with.  As I had lightly
embraced by Tio, I caught Javy looking down at my basketball shorts
noticing the obvious that my dick was now pressing against the confines
of my boxer briefs. I knew he felt same, and for a moment our eyes locked
in a wanting stare, but I broke the stare and tried to not look back as
my Tio told me something that I was supposed to tell my mom.

"You'll tell her that, right?" was all I truly remembered him saying.
I had to ask him to repeat it again. "Tell your mama that the spigot on
the back of the house is leaking really bad, and I'll come over tomorrow
to fix it. Okay?"

"Sure, Tio, I'll tell her. With that, they both shook my hand and said
good-bye on the way to load up their mowers and move on to the next lawn.

I watched both my uncle and cousin head to the truck. Javy put his white
t-shirt back on before getting inside the truck.  He looked back to the
house and just before I turned to go in the house he waved, and I waved
back. I felt like the whole thing was just a show, that neither of them
was really sorry for what happened to me on the soccer field last month.
But as mad as I still could be  for what Javy did to me and how my uncle
physically beat Javy after he found us together, I did care about Javy
and missed what we had as cousins who were also best friends.  It still
hurt emotionally to not be able to talk or text him, let alone sleep over
probably never again.

I needed to get a bottle of water, so I hobbled into the kitchen and
grabbed an ice cold bottle from the fridge.  Seeing Javy shirtless and
seeing Dylan all sexy on his bike got me quite horny. I needed some
relief. My mom wouldn't be home for at least two or three more hours, so
I would still have the house to myself. I locked the screen door, left
the other door open and went to my room.  The thought entered my mind
about looking up some porn on my phone, but mom still had some site
tracker app on her phone so that would more than likely get me busted,
and I really did not want to lose my phone privileges. So instead, I laid
back on my bed, took off my shirt and pulled my basketball shorts down
partway to my knees and saw the bulge in my boxer briefs that seemed to
be growing bigger every day.  Since the first time that Javy and I played
around last summer, it seemed like my dick grew at least another inch.
Oh, and guess what! Some wispy blonde hairs were starting to sprout on my
otherwise smooth balls and pubic area.  As my hand touched my smooth
legs, my skin tingled. I slowly touched my sides, then ran my fingers
around my smooth upper chest, stopping at each nipple to lightly squeeze
and play with them.

My dick was rock hard now and tenting pretty good in my briefs. Thinking
about how Javy and I used to suck on each other's dicks until he would
roll me over and lick my hole enough that I was ready for him to be in
me, using me like I wanted to be used had a small flow of pre-cum forming
on the end of my dick. Just like Javy did, I smeared the iridescent fluid
around my sensitive head, touching the sweet spot on the underside that
felt so good radiating through my body. If only Javy was here to suck me
it would feel so good.

The notion then entered my mind that maybe I could suck myself off. I
bent forward as far as I could which was not very easy at all since the
cast on my leg made my right leg very uncomfortable.  I tried leaning
forward again, and this time I got almost an inch away from the head of
my dick. Seeing the pre-cum ooze out of the end got me even hornier and
in fact drool from my mouth accidently slid from my mouth onto my dick,
mixing with the pre-cum. The mixture was now super slippery, and I knew
it wouldn't be long until I came. I stopped for a minute to cool down,
and then thought that if I continued stretching over, I could definitely
shoot my cum directly into my mouth, which got me even hornier yet. Now I
started stroking my dick even harder, stopping only to play with my
smooth balls that were ready to burst. I leaned forward, was getting in
position to attempt to shoot my load into my own mouth.  I was getting so
close and ready to blow my wad any second now, letting my hot cum coat
the insides of my mouth just like Javy used to do when I swallowed his
cum that first time ...

And then the doorbell rang.