Date: Wed, 10 Mar 2021 07:44:39 +0000 (UTC)
From: austintc@aol.com
Subject: Carter and the Biker Boy, Chapter 10

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Chapter Ten
We spent the afternoon swimming in the pool at Dylan's house. As I might
have mentioned before, the pool was huge, not quite Olympic sized, but
about fifty feet long, and twenty feet wide. It was close to ten feet
deep on the end with the diving board, and three feet deep on the
opposite end.  The water was almost as warm as the hot August afternoon,
but spending the afternoon immersed in the water still managed to feel
cool and refreshing.

We played in the water for nearly two hours, first throwing the football
back and forth to each other, then shooting baskets, mixed in with me
tossing the basketball to Dylan while he was jumping off the diving board
and quickly trying to make a basket before he went under the water. All
the while the music system installed in the pool house blasted tunes from
Dylan's playlist on one of the music apps on his phone.

Oh, I almost forgot to mention that since no one was home, Dylan
suggested we swim without swimming trunks, which was completely awesome
seeing his beautiful all-over tanned body glistening in the water. He did
tell me that his parents were cool with him swimming naked, and since the
trees around the pool provided a natural fence from boaters on the river
and the houses on the opposite shore, as well as on both sides of their
property, There was no fear of being seen from the river, or even from
the opposite shore.  The only way we could be seen was from anyone
looking out of the massive windows that framed the family room in
Dylan's house.

I felt almost embarrassed to be in and out of the water with my mostly
hairless and mostly untanned body, but Dylan reassured me that I was fine
and perfect just the way I was.  He also suggested that I get covered
with sunscreen several times, which was made extra fun and cool since he
spread the cool liquid on my back and white butt several times,
especially when I got out of the water. With him spreading the tanning
lotion on my back and my butt, my dick responded by getting hard the
second he touched me. His right hand stole a quick touch of my groin area
and my erect dick and balls.  As he stood close behind me, I could feel
his dick against my butt as he then rubbed the sunscreen on my shoulders.
I so wanted him to take me right then and there, but he then whispered in
my ear as he held me close to "just wait until tonight after we go to
bed." He then dove into the deep end of the pool, his hard dickhead
touching his belly button and his beautiful, tanned butt the last thing I
saw before he effortlessly slipped into the deep water.

We had pretty much finished swimming and were lying on two of the chaise
lounges drying in the afternoon sun. Since Dylan knew his mom and sister
would return soon, he suggested we put our swimsuits back on. Wearing
dark sunglasses, his hair tussled from an afternoon swimming his tanned,
muscular chest with the trail of dark hair leading to a full Speedo, I
couldn't help but keep my own sunglass hidden eyes fixated on the god
that was lying next to me as we both relaxed from the afternoon of
swimming. I was hard again, just as I was most of the day. My dick almost
felt like it was going to break it had been so hard, partly from seeing
him on the lounge, and partly in anticipation of the night ahead. My mind
was in full fantasizing mode when I finally snapped out of my trance at
the sound of Dylan's mom who had just walked up on the terrace above us.

"Hi boys, we are home.  Did you guys have a fun afternoon?" she asked,
smiling with approval of us relaxing together. Dylan was almost startled,
perhaps in a dream of his own, quickly adjusting himself as he turned to
respond to his mom.

"Uh, oh yeah. Hi Mom!  Carter and me had an awesome bike ride from here
to Rock Cut, then to his house to check a few things out before we got
back and had a great time in the pool.  What time is it? I'm starving!
Carter, are you hungry too?"

It was then I did realize that I was quite hungry. I nodded my head yes
and replied that I was.

"Okay boys, I'll get an afternoon snack together for you guys, and will
have Abbie bring it out."

"Thanks Mom!" Dylan replied, and I echoed his response as well.

I just couldn't believe how nice his mom was and how well they all
treated me. In fact, this all seemed like a dream to me, and as real as
it was, I was almost afraid I'd soon wake up and realize that it was
just that -- a very realistic dream.

But the dream continued for the rest of the afternoon and into the early
evening -- through an awesome dinner of grilled steaks, baked potatoes, a
salad, corn on the cob, and finally a piece of apple pie with vanilla ice
cream. Once our meal was finished, we shot some hoops in the driveway
while listening to my playlist this time.  Dylan did laugh about my
selections, especially when some Mexican music started playing. But as I
sang along in Spanish, he stood in awe of my bilingual abilities and even
asked me how in the world I knew the lyrics to the song that was playing.
I shrugged it off as being raised in a bilingual household where my mom
spoke Spanish to me most of the time.

Finally tiring of hoops, we went in the house to relax by playing some
Mario on the Play station, along with Minecraft and Fortnight. Up to the
point of gaming, it had been the perfect day, perhaps the best in my
life. Dylan showered first, then I showered after. While I was showering,
I couldn't help but think about how cool it was that Dylan had become
one of my best friends, and how much I loved being with him.  He didn't
see me as being the short, gay, half white/half Mexican kid who was a
total loser, but he truly saw me as a friend sees a friend, and genuinely
cared for me. I thought about this while I was showering and of course
was pretty much rock hard the entire time during the shower, and actually
had to turn on some cold water to get my hard on to go down.

When I got out of the shower, I put on a tee shirt and basketball shorts,
and went out to Dylan's room.  I was somewhat nervous in anticipation of
what would happen when we went to bed. I couldn't wait to feel Dylan in
me, and the thought of his big dick sliding in and out of my hole got me
hard again. I was ready for bed now, but realized it was only about
twenty minutes past seven. Relax, I told myself. Just relax!

Dylan was on his phone talking to one of his friends. I didn't want to
listen in or pay attention to his conversation, so I went to the windows
on the east side of his room and sat in one of the plush rockers that
were positioned close to the telescope that was pointing towards the
heavens. As the shadows from the trees surrounding the house crept across
the opposite shore and made their way up to the rooftops of the houses,
it was evident that the sun had just disappeared over the western horizon
and nightfall began creeping in from the east, I looked up to the
southeastern sky, and was able to pick out Saturn and Jupiter, which were
rising from the east. I focused the telescope on Saturn and was actually
able to see its ring! His telescope was super strong, and it was so cool
to see Saturn and then Jupiter. Dylan was still talking to one of his
friends on his phone about the tournament and all the fun they had. As
hard as I didn't want to listen, my heart sank a bit because I figured
out that Dylan got invited to a party at his friend's house tomorrow,
Saturday night.  I know it was selfish of me to think that I'd be able
to spend the entire weekend with him from Thursday until my mom got home
on Sunday, but there was still hope that he wouldn't tire of me and that
we'd be able to have fun. But when he finally got off the phone with his
friend from the team -- the guy with the last name of Knox -- he broke
the news to me of the party.

"Hey Carter-man, um, I know we were planning to hang out tomorrow and
tomorrow night, and I'd said that you could stay here until Sunday, but
um, Knox just told me that his parents are having a party for us guys on
the team, you know, celebrating our tournament.  I, um, know that you'd
like, probably be bored there, so do you mind, you know..." before he
could finish, I could sense by the look on his face that he just didn't
want me hanging around at some party with his friends, and that he
didn't want me there. As much as I was trying to fight back the tears on
the outside, for some reason I was feeling super sad on the inside. I did
my best to smile and hide my sadness.

"Oh, of course there's no problem, man. I get -- I mean yeah, I
probably should be home tomorrow anyway and clean up the house before Mom
gets home.  You, know, the pizza boxes from me and Javy, and all that.
It's cool."

A look of relief quickly spread over Dylan's face. I guess I had jumped
to conclusions in thinking that he was just trying to get rid of me.
Thanks to my self-esteem, or lack thereof, I had immediately thought
Dylan was finding a way to ditch me for his friends.  But then I quickly
realized that he did have friends before me and that since he was older
it only made sense that he would want to spend time with them.  I could
not be selfish or think that I could have him all to myself, even though
some part of me so badly wanted to believe that thought.

We resumed gaming on his PS4, and before we knew it, Dylan's mom came
into the room to tell us that she was going to bed. Looking at the clock,
we hadn't realized that it was almost midnight.  She advised us to stop
playing and grab a bedtime snack and to get some sleep.  Dylan did have
some things to do before going to his friend's party later Saturday
evening.  So of course, we split a frozen pepperoni pizza, each drank a
Pepsi, and then returned to his room.  Surprisingly, we were both
exhausted.  It had been a long, tiring, yet totally fun day.  Dylan went
in to brush his teeth and use the bathroom; I went in after him to do the
same.  My heart began to race with anticipation of what was to come.  I
had learned to try to go to the bathroom before letting Javy be in me, so
I tried to do the same tonight.  Since there was nothing that came out,
the thought of what was to come had me hard again. I turned out the
light, went back into the bedroom and was surprised to find that Dylan
had turned out the light on the nightstand next to his bed, and had
already fallen asleep in his bed.

It was mostly dark in the room, so using the light from my cellphone, I
could see that he had fallen asleep on top of the sheets, wearing only a
pair of tight red boxer briefs, the type that were cut short on the legs,
almost looking like briefs. Seeing how he filled the underwear -- his
full huge dickhead was almost poking over the waist band -- and I so
desperately wanted to touch him, lick him, and feel his dick inside my
mouth again.  But since he had fallen asleep, with great disappointment,
I turned off my cellphone light and crawled into the bed next to Dylan's
bed and quickly fell into a deep sleep.

I'm not sure how long I'd been asleep. All I know is I was dreaming of
being on a beach somewhere, lying naked on a huge beach towel, with the
warm afternoon sun beating down on my suntan oil covered back. The sound
of the ocean waves crashing in mixed with the sound of seagulls flying
overhead, providing the perfect backdrop for a relaxing afternoon.  It
felt so warm, and I could feel my dick starting to get hard between my
belly and the beach towel. For whatever reason, I reached down and pushed
my dick down, so the underside was exposed between my legs and the top
side was now down on the towel, my mostly hairless sack exposed in the
sun as well. I heard the voice of a young guy who approached me from the
opposite side ask me if I wanted more oil put on my back.

"Sure, that would be cool." I responded, and the guy whom I still could
not see, squirted a stream of warm suntan oil across my upper back,
across my butt cheeks and down the back of my legs. He began to massage
the oil in on my upper back, then slowly made his way closer to my butt.

"Oh Dayne, you have such a strong back, and your butt is so fine and
cute, I just love massaging it." I was somewhat perplexed as to why this
guy was calling me Dayne, but I went along with what he was saying,
figuring that he could call me whatever name he wanted just as long as he
continued massaging the oil in my back.

Slowly his expert hands moved toward my butt, and as his soft, oiled
fingers got closer to my inner thighs, I felt my dick throbbing as hard
as it's ever been.

"Can I keep going? Can I touch your butt and everywhere else? Promise me
you won't tell mom, okay?"
It was all I could do to stop groaning with pleasure to let whoever it
was continue doing what he wanted to do.

"Sure, keep going," was all I could barely whisper as he continued. His
fingers slowly caressed each side of my inner thighs and were now heading
to my butt and balls. My dick felt like it was going to explode by the
time his fingers reached the sensitive underside, the spot that would
surely push me over the edge of ecstasy.

"Okay Dayne, you're going to take me now, all of me, just like
before."

I now felt this guy straddling my legs.  He was naked, and his throbbing
dick was grazing the inside of my thighs as he slowly eased his right
index finger inside my willing hole. Soon he had three fingers in me,
going in and out in a methodical manner.

"Are you ready Dayne? You ready to give the pleasure you always do?"

I murmured that I was, and soon his three fingers were replaced with his
swollen member, its throbbing mushroom head slowly pushed passed my
loosening hole, lubricated by the suntan oil and going deep inside my
bowels. Finally, I could feel his full sack against mine, his full mound
of hair against my cheeks.

"Okay Dayne, now you're going to like this."

He now began to move his huge dick in and out of my hole, each time I
could feel his hard, hot dick throbbing inside me. With each movement,
the feeling of his low hanging balls touching my tight sack drove me
crazy and touched me deep inside. I felt the wave of something huge
building inside me. Indeed, huge orgasm was growing from deep within.
Slowly, he began to gain momentum in his thrusts, and finally as his dick
grew and throbbed its hardest, he called out "Oh hell yeah, Dayne, you
feel so fucking good and, Oh my god! I'm gonna..." and before he could
finish his sentence, his dick unleashed his hot load in spasm after spasm
deep into my butt, triggering the biggest load of my young life to erupt
from my dick, spraying my inner thighs and legs, one that I could feel
all the way down to my ankles.

"Oh my god that was awesome! He whispered in my ear.  You're the best!
What a great bro you are! Now don't tell mom!" With that he held his
fingers to his mouth and went "Shhhhh" and slipped away from me and
disappeared into the afternoon soon, leaving me almost breathless on the
warm and now wet beach towel. Slowly I returned from the beach, back to
reality.

I laid face down on the bed, now awake, in silence.  The warmth of the
summer day on the beach was gone. I had been sweating, or so I thought.
My back was wet, and I could feel my butt and the rest of my body wet,
especially my legs. The sweat on my back was now cooling, giving me
chills across my skin. My fingers found my loosened, wet hole, and I
finally came to my senses and realized that it was Dylan who had been
calling me Dayne, and it was him who had crawled on top of me and came
deep inside me. Oddly enough, he was now sound asleep on his bed, facing
the opposite direction from me. I touched the sheets between my legs and
realized that indeed I had shot a huge load of cum on the sheets.  The
immediate thought was one of embarrassment and shame, wondering what
Dylan's mom would think, but maybe Dylan would wash the sheets without
her knowing. I realized that I couldn't worry about that now.  For now,
I had to get up and use the bathroom, as the familiar feeling of the
first time Javy had shot his load deep inside me had once again returned.

When I returned from the bathroom, I checked my phone to see that it was
almost three in the morning.  Dylan was sound asleep, and the entire room
was dark and quiet. I brought the towel from the bathroom that I had used
for my shower earlier in the evening and tried to wipe up the mess I'd
made on the bed. Hopefully, it would dry by morning and Dylan's mom
wouldn't see it.  Either way, I was totally embarrassed. After putting
the towel in the clothes basket in the bathroom, I went back to bed and
fell asleep until I woke up around 6:30. I looked over at Dylan to see
him laying on his back with no covers, sleeping soundly. His perfect body
almost begged me to go to him and touch him everywhere, but after what
happened during the night something he said stopped me from doing so. I
just couldn't get why he kept calling me Dayne. It almost was sort of
creepy,

The trance that Dylan's deep sleep had me in was broken by the sound of
someone in the kitchen, more than likely his mom. I took one last glance
at Dylan's tight red boxer briefs, which were barely concealing the arc
of his morning wood. I so wanted to go to him, but once more resisted and
instead slowly and quietly began to gather my things and put them in my
backpack. My mind was made up that now was the time to leave and ride my
bike back home.  Dylan had plans for a party with his friends, and I did
need to tidy up the house before Mom got home on Sunday afternoon.

Everything now put in my backpack, my tussled hair somewhat calmed down,
and my Nike's on, I quietly opened the door to Dylan's room and walked
down the hallway to the kitchen, where I accidently startled Dylan's
mom.

"Oh Carter! I didn't expect to see you awake so early!  Is Dylan awake
too?"

"No Mrs. Collins, he is still asleep.  I think he had a tough night of
sleep," I replied, hastily trying to avoid any conversation related to
our night or that Dylan was still asleep.

"Oh, okay. Well did you sleep okay? You must be hungry. I can make you
some pancakes.." she offered, her voice a bit groggy as she poured
herself the first cup of coffee for the morning.

"I slept okay. And actually, I'm fine. I, um, really need to get going.
My, um, aunt texted me just now and told me that my mom will be home this
afternoon, so I really need to get home and, you know, uh pick up the
house so she doesn't get too mad at me."  I hated to lie to her,
because she was such a nice lady and she treated me so well, but the
truth was that I just didn't feel comfortable spending the rest of the
day with Dylan. My emotions were running all over the place, and I felt
like I just needed to leave before I burst out crying in front of his
mom.

"Well let me go wake him up so he can say good-bye to you.  I know
you've become his good friend and he is happy to have you as his friend,
and he has mentioned to me that you are becoming like a little br--"

"No, really Mrs. Collins, it's okay.  Let him sleep." I had to
interrupt her from saying what she didn't want to say anyway. I barely
could choke out the words that I wanted to say, and after taking a deep
breath to fight off the tears I managed to tell her that I really enjoyed
having Dylan as a friend and I was now a little more excited about
starting high school knowing I would see him at school.

"Oh Carter, that is so nice of you to say that.  Dylan has a lot of
friends, trust me. But it's nice to know that you look up to him and
know that he will definitely watch out for you at Harlem.  He absolutely
hates bullies, so you'll be in good hands, trust me."  The emotions
really began to creep up inside me, and before the dam broke, I went to
Mrs. Collins and gave her hug out of instinct -- the customary way of
saying good-bye in my mom's culture. With tears now starting to form, I
broke my quick embrace and told Mrs. Collins thanks again and headed to
the door to the garage, where she opened the overhead door so I could get
my bike out. "Are you sure you don't want to wait for Dylan and have
breakfast with us?" she asked once more.

"No ma'am, I am good. Thank you anyway and thank you again for having
me over." She nodded yes, waved good-bye and closed the overhead garage
door as I pedaled away.

The ride home was awesome.  The damp August morning hung over the river
as the stillness of the early morning had the river appearing placid,
broken up only by the quiet buzz of the motor on a small fishing boat
carrying two men downstream from the docks located on the southern end of
Sportscore. The glanced up from their fishing poles and looked up to the
path and waved at me and I waved back as I neared the limestone table
where Dylan and I fooled around earlier in the summer. The thought of him
came racing back in my mind again, and I realized how much I really did
like him as a friend -- and more -- hoping that maybe he'd feel the same
way, someday. But knowing my luck, I would only be falling for a guy who
would ultimately be straight and would no longer want to have anything to
do with me.