Date: Sun, 22 Aug 2021 03:22:40 +0000 (UTC)
From: austintc@aol.com
Subject: Carter and the biker boy, Chapter 17

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Carter and the biker boy

Chapter 17

My excitement level is almost at an all-time high.

I had just spent the last twenty four hours with my new best friend
Parker who I am sure is just like me. Despite neither of us making a move
to verify my thoughts, I am looking forward to spending a lot of time
with him, as he makes me feel good about myself and he gives me
confidence to be the person I truly am.

And now I get to spend the night with Dylan, and I'm sure we're going
to have a lot of fun. I can't wait to feel his body next to me, giving
me the pleasure that I so desire. Just him and me, in his room again.

I was pacing back and forth in the living room waiting for Dylan to come
and pick me up. I replaced the clothes in my backpack from yesterday with
clean clothes: a pair of black boxer briefs, a black tee shirt, and my
gray Nike sweats, and of course my swimming suit. Oh, and a pair of black
socks too. It seemed like almost an hour waiting for him. But in what was
probably just fifteen minutes, a red Toyota Camry pulled in the driveway,
and Dylan stepped out of the driver's seat of the car. He was wearing a
black tee-shirt with the word adidas written across the front in white
letters.  The shirt was tight on him, which accentuated his muscular
upper body and lean abs. His blue jeans were also tight, showing off his
bulge that I couldn't wait to feel. He was wearing a pair of black
loafers with matching adidas lettering on the tops. I could feel my heart
rate increasing as he walked to the front door of the house.

"Carter-man, what's up bro? You ready for the party of the summer?"

"Hey Dylan, heck yeah! Thanks for coming to pick me up! Is this your
car?"

"Yes! Mom and Dad just gave it to me to use to drive to my games and to
school! Do you like it?"

"Oh yeah man, it's cool" was all that I could say. So as you could
imagine, I was so looking forward to getting in the front seat next to
him and heading to his party. "So is it new?" I asked, with a naïve
tone of voice.

"It's only a year old, and only has ten thousand miles on it.  My
dad's secretary sold it to him. I love this car, come on, get in.  You
can get in behind my seat." I was somewhat perplexed as to why he wanted
me to get in the back, as I couldn't see through the tinted windows. But
as soon as I opened the door behind the driver's seat, I realized he was
not alone. I was shocked to see Javy sitting in the backseat, on his
phone, and Isaac, the captain of the soccer team sitting in the front.
Why on earth would Javy be with Dylan? I guess I could understand Isaac,
but Javy?

"Hey guey, they both said to me looking up from their phones. What's up
bro?" The expression on my face must have made my face look like I had
just seen a ghost. My excitement level, which moments earlier was at an
all-time high, was now as a flat as a pancake. I still mustered to smile
and respond the best I could. "Oh hey guys. Um, not much. What's up
with y'all?" It then dawned on me that all three played soccer
together, and since Javy had been doing well on the team, that must be
why Dylan invited him.  But then again, Dylan did know about what Javy
did to me. My mind started swimming in the possibilities that might lie
ahead for the evening.

"Nada, bro, just ready for this awesome party at D's house. Gonna be
some hot chicks there and maybe some brews too. Right D?"

"Heck yeah!" Was all Dylan responded with as he headed north on East
Drive towards Riverside. "So hey Carter-man, how is school going so
far?"

"Um good so far, I guess. I like my classes so far."

"Oh cool." Dylan responded. Then he asked a question and I about died.
"So hey, did you have an incident in the boys' locker room last week?
Isaac, show him that TikTok video, the one that has like a thousand hits
on it."

My face must have gone from ghost white to fire engine red. Sure enough,
the video someone caught of me walking back to my locker wrapped up in
the athletic tape was now on the verge of going viral on TikTok. I felt
like crying when even Dylan commented that "Yeah, I'd recognize that
butt anywhere," which caused Javy and Isaac to erupt in laughter. I was
getting very pissed now but tried to control my anger which would cause
me to break down and cry. It was all I could do to not do that, and the
only thing that helped was me thinking about Parker and how he had told
me to just brush it off, and not let it worry me. But still, I was fuming
mad. "So dude, didn't that like piss you off or make you angry? Isaac
asked, asking me in a mocking voice. "I mean if it was me, I'd have
killed the person that did it by now. So?"

With all of my courage and strength I tried to say that it didn't bother
me.  I tried to brush it off.  I tried not to get madder than hell and
start crying.  I didn't want to be a baby. But it happened anyway.
"Yeah, it made me, um, (sniff) madder than heck, (another sniffle) and I
felt like, you know, um, killing those idiots for ruining my life!" and
with that, the tears started, and the humiliation I felt that day came
back to me with a vengeance. Javy was trying not to laugh, but he kept
staring at his phone, then had to look away and I could tell he was
busting up laughing by the way his body was shaking. I know Isaac was
laughing, but now Dylan finally came to my rescue.

"Hey guys, come on, it's not that funny, and it's certainly not funny
to make our buddy Carter-man cry. Dude, if I find out who did this, I'm
gonna beat the crap out of them.  Got it?"

"Sorry Carter" Isaac finally responded.

"Yeah cuz, sorry you had to go through that." Javy said, although I
could tell he still couldn't stop laughing.

My tears had finally subsided, I got in control of my emotions just as
Dylan pulled into his driveway. Isaac and Javy got out first and then
Dylan turned around and asked me if I was okay.

"I think you should probably just take me back home." I finally blurted
out to Dylan. "I'm not really feeling like being at a party right
now." I was not at all happy and seeing those two laugh at me totally
got me down, almost lower than I was when those idiots did that to me.
But then Dylan tried to cheer me up and convinced me to get out of the
car and stay.

"Carter, I am really sorry. Had I known it would have bothered you that
much, I would not have brought it up. Actually, Javy was the one that
showed it to me. When I first saw it, I thought it was funny, because
that's just the things some of the guys do. Heck, what the seniors did
to me when I was a freshman was much worse than this, and I survived."

I just hung my head, still upset, and didn't want to hear anything other
from Dylan that would try to make me feel better. But then before I knew
it, he had a video cued up on his phone. It started with the camera
pointing at some girls playing volleyball in our gym. Then it switched
over to four big guys that looked like football players carrying a small,
skinny guy that I could tell was a much younger, cuter Dylan. His shirt
and shoes were off, and as the guys put him on the floor of the gym
facing the volleyball players, one of the guys walked up behind him and
pulled his shorts and jock all the way to his ankles, finally taking them
completely off, leaving him stark naked in front of the girls. Let's
just say that he wasn't nearly as full grown as he is now, his tanned
upper body and legs in sharp contrast to the bone white area where his
shorts had been, and from what I could see until he put his hands over
himself covering up what pride he had left. He quickly was recorded
running to the locker room door on the left side of the gym, where of
course someone on the inside was holding the door tightly closed, keeping
him from going into the locker room. The person filming the whole thing
was laughing hysterically, as was the entire group of girls playing
volleyball.  As humiliating as it must have been, finally Dylan was seen
turning around and flashing the girls again for a moment, then he turned
around again facing the door and shaking his butt while the girls erupted
in greater laughter.

My mouth was open wide in shock while watching the video, but like the
girls laughing, I smiled and almost starting laughing as well. I
couldn't wait any longer and finally with reserved horror in my voice, I
asked Dylan "So that was you?" His reply really didn't surprise me as
much as I thought it would.

"Yup. Freshman year. Fully naked, exposed to the senior girls'
volleyball team. Embarrassed? Yeah.  Humiliated? Yeah. Pissed off? You
bet. But defeated? No. Something inside me instilled into me from my dad
at an early age told me to make the best of it. If I could pitch in front
of hundreds of people who could laugh at me when I couldn't throw a
strike if my life depended upon it, then I could make the best of being
forced to be naked in front of a bunch of girls. Let's just say that
more than one of them smiled and winked at me in the hallways at school
for several days and weeks after that, and a couple of them asked me for
my number. Go figure!  So please, Carter-man, don't let your cousin and
Isaac's laughter get you down. You know they wouldn't want to be in
your place either.  They'll forget about it, and so will everyone else
that watches that silly TikTok video.  So come on, let's go have fun,
okay?"

I managed to smile again, and after wiping the tears from my eyes, I got
out of Dylan's car, grabbed my backpack, and followed Dylan into his
house. Both his mom and sister said hi to me and said that it was nice to
see me again. Mrs. Collins asked me how school was going and also
mentioned that she did not know that Javy was my cousin. She did comment
on how well he played soccer, but never asked me why I didn't play
soccer.  Maybe Dylan had already told her that I didn't like sports but
was into doing other things. Either way it was nice that she did not
question my lack of desire -- or skills -- to play soccer.

Dylan told me to put my backpack in his room and then get changed to join
everyone else in the pool. His mom told both of us that dinner would soon
be ready, and that we'd be eating on the patio. I walked down the hall
to Dylan's room, went in the bathroom and changed into my swimming suit.
I then put my backpack on the floor next to the spare bed in his room.
This triggered the flashbacks to the last time I was here in this room
spending the night with Dylan, which almost instantly made my dick get
hard. I tried to not think too much about it, knowing that everyone
outside on the patio could see me in his room and could see my obviously
hard dick. I was just about ready to head out of his room to go out
through the living room to the patio when I noticed I had a text. Of
course it was from Parker.

< Hey Carter, how are you?

< Parker!  I'm doing okay, how are you?

< I am missing my buddy tonight. (sad emoji).

< I miss you too. Think we can get together tomorrow night?

< Where? Hey, maybe I can give my aunt and uncle my room and we can
either sleep downstairs or something? (thinking emoji)

< (big grin emoji). Hey, that would be great.  I want to hang out with
you again before school starts!

< Same here! I can show you more wrestling moves!

< (bigger grin emoji). I would love that. I need practice

< So do I! Okay, cool. I'll talk to my mom tomorrow and let you know.
Okay. Gotta go. Mom is calling me for something. TTYL

< Laters!

So my awesome weekend just might continue longer than I thought. I
couldn't stop smiling now. I walked out of the house now happy and
smiling, like earlier when Dylan picked me up at my house. Everyone was
in the pool -- Dylan, Javy, Isaac, Chase, Knox, Dillard, and Hernandez.
When they saw me come out and head to the pool, Dylan yelled over the
sound of the music -- Maroon5's "Memories" tune which just about
happens to be one of my favorite songs by them -- "Hey Carter! Jump in!
the water is fine!" The other guys yelled my name too, and so after
throwing my shirt and cell phone on the small table next to one of the
patio chairs, I ran to the pool, mid-air grabbed my legs and cannonballed
right into the deep end of the pool, splashing three of the guys.

The warm water of the heated pool was awesome for early September.  The
night was awesome too, just a bit cool but not too cold as the sun had
just set in the west behind the house, leaving the sky a beautiful shade
of orange glow. All of the guys were tossing the basketball around,
getting ready for a four on four game. The hoop was located on the side
of the pool and since I was there, Dylan put me on his team. The game
began with the first team to twenty one points would win. The score was
going back and forth until finally we just needed one more bucket to win.
So Dylan came to me and whispered "Get up on my shoulders" to which I
wasn't going to say no. As he hoisted me up I felt his warm, wet skin on
my legs, his strong neck against my swimsuit. I bent over to face him as
he whispered, "Chase is going to pass you the ball, you dunk it in, and
we'll win." Sure enough as we got close to the basket, Chase passed the
ball to me, I easily dunked it in the basket, and we won! Of course the
other team comprised of Hernandez, Knox, Dillard and Javy all got upset
at us and the game now erupted into a full-fledged game of Marco Polo!
Finally after we'd all wound up underwater, the music stopped playing
long enough to hear Mrs Collins tell us that dinner was ready. I didn't
realize that I'd worked up quite an appetite, so with my suit still
dripping, and a nice beach towel around my neck, the eight of us sat down
at the two patio tables and ate bratwursts, hamburgers, chips, and potato
salad to satisfy our hunger. A few cans of Pepsi and we were all full and
just felt like sitting around for a bit. Eventually though, we all jumped
back in the warm waters of the heated pool for another hour or so.

Just before we were going to get out for the night, Chase again asked me
if I was going to sign up for the swim team. I told him I was definitely
interested but wasn't sure when it would be. He told me that he'd ask
the coach but was sure that it took place in the late fall after football
was done. I told him that I was thinking about signing up for wrestling,
and he high fived me and told me that I'd be good at it if I would "get
some meat on my bones, as my dad would always say."  I laughed and told
him that I had plans to get some practice in with a friend of mine who
would also be signing up since we were both the same size and weight.
Hearing this, Javy looked over and started listening to our
conversation.

"Hey primo, is Parker going to help you? Is he like into wrestling?"

"Sure thing primo. We started practicing since he has a mat in his
basement."

"Oh que Bueno. I'm thinking about wrestling too once soccer is over.
Maybe we could practice together, guey." I said yes, that'd be cool,
but then I wasn't sure if Parker would approve of it, so I retracted my
statement and told Javy that I'd ask Parker. Javy nodded and with a
careless attitude just responded with "whatever".

Halfway up on the patio between the house and the pool was a fire pit.
Dylan and Knox had gone to the front of the house to bring some firewood
back to the pit, and as it started getting cooler out, they started a
fire, which felt great in the cool night air. Mrs. Collins brought out
chocolate bars, marshmallows and graham crackers and we started making
S'mores until none of us could eat anymore.

We were having such a good time chatting by the fire. Chase talked to me
quite a bit about my classes, my teachers and my first week at Harlem.
He didn't ask anything about the video and just seemed real interested
in how school was going. His classes were going well and despite having
all AP classes, he was handling the homework well and was looking forward
to completing his last year at Harlem and starting Rock Valley College in
the fall of next year. He told me he was hoping to become an engineer,
doing something with aerospace or rocket ships. Chase then told me that
his younger brother, Noah, was also a freshman this year too. He showed
me a picture of him on his phone and I thought he might have looked
familiar as if maybe he was in my math class. He sent him a text and
asked him if he was in my class and turns out that he is. So I'll have
to look for him on Tuesday.  If he's as nice of a guy as Chase is, I'll
hopefully have made another friend.

As the party hit the ten o'clock mark, Knox asked Dylan when the girls
were showing up. Isaac asked where the beers were at. Everyone laughed,
knowing that in fact neither of those two promises were coming true
tonight. As I looked at the guys around the fire pit, I couldn't help
but imagine them naked and jacking off in the hotel earlier in the summer
when they were on the baseball tournament trip. Thankfully none of them
caught me staring at them.

I think it was about a half hour later or so when Dylan whispered
something into Javy's ear and he then looked at Isaac, who nodded. The
three of them got up and went into the house, leaving Knox, Chase,
Hernandez, Dillard, and me sitting around the fire pit.  I was listening
intently to Chase talk to me about how much he enjoyed having Mr. Olsen
as his counselor. Since Chase and his brother Noah's parents were
divorced, he spent a lot of time talking to Mr. Olsen about trying to
cope with the difficulties that come with being a child of divorced
parents. It had gotten to the point that things were so bad for Chase
that he actually thought about committing suicide, since in an indirect
way he blamed himself for his parents divorcing. I couldn't believe what
he was telling me and so boldly I asked him why he felt like it was his
fault.  He told me that when just him and his dad went on one of the
traveling baseball tournaments, his dad wound up sleeping with his
friend's mom in her hotel room. Of course as gossip goes, the news of
the affair got back to his mom, and she blamed it all on the tournament.
So it was almost natural for Chase to feel responsible. Chase was my age
at the time and dealing with the pressures of being a freshman and his
parent's impending break-up was almost more than what he could deal
with. His dad eventually moved out of state after the divorce, so of
course Noah and Chase took it really hard. Thankfully he said he is doing
a lot better due in part to Mr. Olsen's patience and words of advice.

I really didn't know much about Chase prior to talking with him this
night, but he was quickly becoming a good friend.  We exchanged phone
numbers and vowed to keep in touch over the school year, and I vowed to
introduce myself to Noah.

It must have been about a half hour later that Javy, Dylan and Isaac came
back outside. I looked at my phone and it was close to midnight. Oddly
enough, Javy looked a little disheveled was wiping his mouth with the
back of his hand. Dylan and Isaac both had smirks on their faces and
immediately ran across the patio and dove back in the pool.  Javy did not
just yet, and actually sat in the chair where he had been sitting and
looked like he was almost lost. Something about his attitude had changed.

Dillard hollered out to Dylan and Isaac in the pool "Hey where were you
guys?  We have to head out. It's midnight and we gotta be home before
one."  The music was still rather loud, and neither Dylan nor Isaac
heard them.  Finally Dillard and Hernandez both got up, leaving Chase and
Knox still sitting around the fire. They walked over by the pool and were
talking to the two in the pool, their voices low enough that I couldn't
hear what they were saying. So in Spanish I asked Javy what was up.

"Primo, que tal?" (Hey cousin, what's going on?). He responded back to
me in Spanish as well.

"Nada mucho, primo." (Um, nothing much cousin.) Let's just say I found
out that paybacks are hell. Thanks for not keeping your mouth shut."

"Me? What did I do...?"  Then it dawned on me.

A few minutes later Dylan and Isaac got out of the pool. Towels around
their neck, they walked to the fire warming up, while everyone else
except Javy and Isaac got ready to leave. I stood up as Chase shook my
hand and pulled me too him in a bro hug. I really liked Chase in a
different way than I like Dylan -- he was such a genuine cool guy and the
fact that neither of us have our dads in our lives is a huge thing that
we have in common. I honestly hated to see him leave.

Dylan walked the guys out leaving me, Javy and Isaac around the fire.  No
words were spoken between us, both guys were busy looking at their
phones, and I just kept staring into the fire, knowing what had happened
in the house between the two soccer captains and Javy. A few minutes
later there was still no conversation between us, just the music still
playing loudly.  Then the music was lowered, and Dylan returned.

"Hey dudes, had to lower the music.  Mom and sis went to bed. So we
gotta be quiet. Anyone want to go swimming again? No one said they did.
Javy and Isaac mentioned that they were tired and ready for bed, and then
Dylan looked at me at the same time I yawned, which was obviously my
answer to Dylan's question.

I thought for sure that Isaac and Javy were going to leave now, but much
to my surprise Dylan asked them to help pick up a bit so that we could
all go to bed. Now I was totally surprised, since I thought it was just
going to be me staying over. Little did I know what the night was going
to have in store.
***
After doing a quick clean up outside, we all took quick, separate
showers. We had a quick snack of some cookies and something to drink and
then we headed back to Dylan's room where Dylan closed and locked the
bedroom door. Dylan and Isaac were only wearing their Harlem soccer
shorts; their tanned, toned and chiseled upper bodies caught my attention
and I guess I stared just a little too long. Dylan then spoke as the four
of us were sitting across from each other on sofa and loveseat in corner
opposite the beds in his room.

"So Javy, Carter. I invited you and Isaac to spend the night at my house
to not only clear the air so to speak but to settle some issues that came
up over the summer and some issues that were in the past. Part of that
already has been settled.  Javy, as co-captain of the varsity soccer team
with Isaac, it is my duty to tell you that that what you have done to
Carter in the past by not only purposely breaking his leg and for lack of
better words using him for your personal fuck toy is not right. We cannot
control or change what happened on the soccer field that resulted in
Carter's broken leg. We feel like that type of conduct is not right and
will not be tolerated on our team. We also feel that to remain on the
varsity team, you must treat not only your teammates but your family with
the utmost respect as well. Therefore, you must atone for what you've
done to Carter. We've already given you part of your punishment earlier.
You did a great job taking our loads down your throat. That's part of
it. And now because Carter needs to thank us, it is going to be his
turn."

I about fainted right there. I instantly became nervous, but as Dylan
stood up, walked over to me, and as he slowly lowered his soccer shorts
his big, hard, dick was in my face, just as I remembered it from before.
Immediately my mouth started to water, my stomach began to feel the
butterflies and as he put it to my lips, I opened my mouth and took as
much of him in as I could. My dick was now as hard as it'd ever been,
and I could feel it leaking into my boxer briefs. Dylan's dick tasted so
good, so hard, and so slippery going in and out of my mouth. In only five
minutes of sucking him, he grabbed the back of my head with both of his
strong hands, thrust his dick as deep into my mouth as he could. I felt
his dick get as hard as ever, and with my right hand around the base, I
could feel his cum traveling up his dick from his perineum as it exploded
deep down my throat. Doing the best that I could, I swallowed every drop
until he got ultra-sensitive and pulled out of my mouth as his dick began
to soften.  The look on Dylan's face was one of intense satisfaction, so
I knew that he enjoyed me sucking him to completion. He pulled up his
soccer shorts and backed away.

I looked at Javy and then at Isaac and could tell by looking at their
shorts that both of them were rock hard. After seeing Dylan nod at him,
Isaac then stood up and walked toward me.  My heart began racing. I had
no idea that part of this involved me pleasing him as well, but as he got
closer and slowly began to lower his shorts, the reality of what to come
was slapping me in the face. Isaac, being Mexican was tall and thin, with
deep tanned skin like Javy's, but his legs were longer and covered with
black hair. His abs were rock solid, with a black treasure trail visibly
running from the center of his waistband up to his navel. As he pulled
down his black soccer shorts, a deep patch of black pubic hairs came into
view, and suddenly his uncut, thin, long dick was pulsating in front of
my face.  There was a look of uncertainty on Isaac's face, but after
just witnessing how quick I made Dylan happy, any bit of apprehension or
doubt was erased as I opened my mouth and swirled my tongue around his
foreskin, tasting a small amount of precum that had leaked from the hood
of his dick. Still, he seemed tentative about going in all the way, so I
reached up with my right hand and wrapped it around the base of his dick.
With my left I gently squeezed each golf ball sized nut in the dense,
dark haired sack, then moved my hand up from the base of his dick to
chest, gently squeezing each nipple. He now gave in to me, and as he
moaned he allowed me to engulf as much of his erection as I could. Just
like Dylan, he grabbed the back of my head while running his fingers
through my hair. Even though I now realized that Javy's mouth had
reluctantly serviced Isaac's dick in the same manner for the first time
less than an hour earlier, I had literally been sucking Isaac less than
three minutes when he increased moving his dick in and out of my mouth.
Seconds later, I felt his dick start to swell, and as I massaged his nuts
again, I lightly pressed my finger on his swollen perineum where I could
feel his cum quickly traveling up through him to its destination in my
mouth and throat. Once again moving my tongue on the underside of his
dick, he began spasming in my mouth.  His cum tasted sweet and tangy, his
load filling my mouth faster than I could take it and a fair amount
leaked out and landed on my own soccer shorts. I must have swallowed
three or four times before his cum stopped shooting out of his dick.
Finally, he pulled out and in Spanish I heard him whisper:

"Aye maricon, eres mejor que cualquier perra que haya tenido."
Translated it means Oh fag, you are much better than any bitch I've ever
had.

Wow. I was mesmerized. My stomach was full of loads from both Dylan and
Isaac.  The two captains of the varsity soccer team at Harlem had made me
suck them off as a way to pay for what they did -- or were going to do --
to Javy.

Speaking of Javy, he had been watching me giving head to Dylan and Isaac,
and had been playing with his own thick dick, thinking he would be next,
as we had been accustomed to doing to each other. He got up to approach
me, but Dylan put up his hand to stop him.

"Whoa, where're you going? Um, you still have some punishment to take,
and that will definitely come before pleasure" Dylan stated, a tone of
authority in his voice. "Carter, sit up in the end of my sofa. Pull your
shorts and undies down.  Javy, pull off your shorts and undies. I want
you to go down on Carter. Don't make him cum too fast; he is going to
enjoy this. Isaac, you're first. Start licking Javy's hole, then you
get to pop his cherry, or should we let Carter do him first?"

Javy, looking bewildered and uncertain what to do, and he probably wanted
me to be in him first.  But Dylan had spoken and Javy had to suck my dick
like he'd also done in the past. So sure enough, he got on all fours on
the sofa, then knelt down on his forearms, and started to lick around the
base of my dick. Feeling his warm wet tongue lick around the top of my
dick where some pubes were starting to grow felt great. I was so horny
from sucking Dylan and Isaac that I just wanted Javy to take my throbbing
six inches deep into his mouth. Finally he went down on me all the way,
his tongue expertly licking the underside so well that my precum began
flowing like a leaky faucet.

Meanwhile, Isaac began to prepare Javy's virgin hole for what was to
come. He also began by licking around his hole which was surrounded by
black hair. When Isaac's tongue reached the pucker, Javy moaned, the
vibration caused my dick to react, making me moan as well. All too
quickly Isaac's dick was now on Javy's hole pressing intently, ready to
slip inside. Finally after several attempts and a glob of spit from
Isaac's mouth, Javy's hole relaxed enough to accept Isaac's steel-like
rod. As it pierced through his tight sphincter, Javy pulled off my dick
and grit his teeth, trying to stifle a scream. Isaac sensed this and
motioned for Dylan to cover Javy's mouth. I almost felt sorry for Javy,
but then I recalled the times that he fucked me without any remorse or
chances for me to do the same to him.

"Aye cabron, you are tight and feel so good" Isaac hissed to Javy as he
began to move his dick in and out of Javy's ass. "I'm not going to
last long."
Sure enough, moments later as Javy once again pulled his mouth off my
dick as commanded by Dylan, Isaac began fucking Javy's hole faster,
making Javy realize that the pain he had been feeling was quickly being
replaced by a pleasure he had not felt before. Just as Isaac was on the
verge of depositing his third load of the night into Javy's ass, the
right buttons were pushed inside Javy, and as Isaac shot his load into
Javy's ass, Javy began shooting his first load of the night all over
Dylan's sofa, which fortunately had been covered with a blanket before
we started having fun. Bewildered by what just happened, Javy began
sucking me like he'd never done in the past but was halted by Dylan when
he sensed that my massive orgasm wasn't far behind. He instructed Javy
to stop sucking me, which was frustrating because it left me on the
precipice of spraying my first load all over the place. Isaac, who had
now pulled out of Javy's hole, went to the bathroom to clean his still
hard erection. Dylan told Javy to roll over on his back, and after
spitting on his huge, hard dick, he slowly began to force the head of his
dick inside Javy's loosened, sperm filled hole. Isaac returned from the
bathroom, dick hard and clean. He collapsed on the love seat watching
Dylan pounding Javy's abused hole.

It seemed like a half hour passed while Dylan was inside Javy.
Surprisingly, Javy didn't complain, even when Dylan told me to
essentially sit on Javy's face so he could lick my smooth hole, which by
now was really wanting what Javy was receiving. My hole was quickly wet
with Javy's spit, and I really wanted to be fucked like only Javy and
Dylan knew how to do. It had felt like forever since they'd been in me,
and rather than Dylan taking me, he instructed me to turn around on top
of Javy. Dylan pulled me into a bear hug of sorts, my back to his chest
as he lowered me far enough so he could still be in Javy while Javy's
dick entered my hungry hole.

In what can be described best as a chain reaction, took only about three
or four strokes as I reached the point of no return. As Dylan reached
down and stroked my dick, my first load of the night sprayed all over
Javy's chest, face, and hair.

Feeling my dick and hole spasming from my massive orgasm caused Dylan to
dump his third load inside Javy's ass, which was now well lubricated
from his and Isaac's loads. Javy, feeling Dylan's dick shooting inside
him, set off his load, which shot into my eager hole. Dylan pulled out of
Javy, Javy pulled out of me, and as we both staggered to get our footing,
the sight of Javy laying on his back covered in my sperm was a sight that
I'd never thought I'd see.

I turned to face Dylan, whose dick was still hard. Our eyes met and we
embraced -- the top of my head barely reaching his Adam's apple as I
could feel his heartbeat in my ear -- his tanned, sweaty chest felt so
good against my face. As he kissed my hair, still damp from being in the
shower, I felt like he cared for me so much. I wanted to kiss him back,
but instead for some reason my mouth found his right nipple, and I began
to lick and suck it, which caused his dick to resurge back to its
hardened form. I desperately wanted to drop to my knees and worship his
dick again, but since he'd been inside Javy, that thought was quickly
replaced by the grossness of what his dick might taste like. Sensing
this, Dylan motioned for me to follow him to the bathroom, where we
quickly jumped in the shower.  As the warm waters caressed our bodies, I
personally soaped up his dick and stroked it with my hands until it was
clean. He was clearly turned on again by my stroking, so of course I fell
to my knees and took him in my mouth again.  Despite having shot one load
into my mouth, one into Javy's ass and mouth, He still was dripping
precum. I wanted him in me, like he did the first time, not like he did
the last time when he did me during the night and called me Dayne. Dylan
looked me in the eyes and whispered, "You want me, don't you?" to
which I nodded my head. Without saying anything, he turned off the water,
we toweled off and walked to his bed. On the way he told Javy to shower
if he wanted more fun, so off to the shower went Javy.

Dylan picked me up and basically threw me on his bed, tickling me. He
almost made me pee, but just as I threatened to him that I was going to
pee, his tickles turned to caressing, which caused me to get hard again.
As his fingers touched my balls, he fondled them gently, squeezing each
one. Instead of touching my dick, his fingers found my nipples, which
were erect as well. He gently rubbed around them, then squeezed each one
before lightly caressing my chest and abs.

"You turn me on so much, Carter-man." Dylan whispered into my ear.
"I've missed being with you, being in you, and making you happy. So now
I'm gonna do you just like you like it, long and slow, so you are going
to be my bottom boy."

All I could do was smile and realize that is who I was. I knew he would
make me happy, and boy did he ever. First he sucked on both of my
nipples, which I found out are super sensitive. Then he took my dick into
his mouth, sucked it until I felt my second orgasm building, then he
stopped, sucked on my mostly hairless nuts, taking each one as far in his
mouth as he could.  If that wasn't enough, he then grabbed my legs and
pushed them up until my knees were at my chest, exposing my eager hole.
He licked from my balls to my hairless hole, getting it lubed with his
saliva until I was at the point of nearly begging him to put it in. Never
before had a I felt something so intense back there. Just when I thought
I couldn't take it anymore, he stopped, wiped his mouth on the back of
his hand, then with my legs still bent, he put a pillow under my lower
back, raising my butt higher in the air. Next thing I knew, I felt his
hard dick head, completely slickened by his copious amounts of precum
that had leaked out and was now lubricating the entrance to my hole.
Little by little he teased me; my hole eagerly opened to let in what
would send me over the moon.
Slowly Dylan began to work his dick in and out of me.  It was not like it
was the last time at his house.  This time with my legs now over my head,
I could feel him going almost all the way in. Finally he did get all of
his length in me, and his dark hair covered sack touched my butt, giving
me new sensations I'd not yet felt before. After a few minutes of this,
he pulled out, lifted me up and laid me down on the edge of his bed, my
feet on the floor.  He stood behind me, entering from behind to slowly
move in and out of me again.  This position felt good too, but not as
good as me on my back. A few minutes later, he laid on his back and
instructed me to sit on his dick, with me facing him.  Oh my god!  This
felt, unbelievable! I was able to go up and down, riding his dick. Within
a minute, I felt like I was going to cum. I reached down to stroke my
dick, but Dylan grabbed my hand and stopped me. He pulled out, rolled me
on my stomach, entered me, laid on top of me, and ground away on my butt.
With each stroke, I felt his dick getting super hard, and after about the
third stroke he increased his motion just like that night before. It
started to hurt a little, but soon he unleashed another load into me, his
dick firing jet after jet of his hot cum deep inside my butt.

I thought I would have cum again too, but I did not. After Dylan pulled
out he asked me if I had, and I told him no. Now he rolled me on my back
and began to suck my still hard dick. It only took about two minutes of
him sucking and playing with my nuts before I could feel my orgasm
brewing, and seconds later I began firing into his mouth as he willingly
swallowed each stream of cum down his throat. I thought I saw fireworks!
Man, in my short life, this had to be the most intense orgasm I'd ever
had! I felt almost electric like sensations emulating from my dick and
groin going up my back and basically my entire body! As Dylan sucked me
intently until I couldn't take it anymore, I was writhing in pleasure!
Finally, I collapsed on the bed, my energy spent.  Dylan was still hard,
but right away he went to his bathroom to clean up from being in me. I
wearily looked over to find Javy and Isaac.  Both of them were laying
naked on the sofa, nearly asleep. Moments later, Dylan emerged from the
bathroom, STILL hard; his thick dick still pointing up as if leading the
way back into his bedroom.

"Go clean yourself up," Dylan instructed Javy.  "The night isn't over
yet, and we still have one more adventure planned." He nodded at Isaac
and Isaac nodded back. Shortly, Javy returned from the bathroom, his
dick, balls, and groin now clean. I thought Dylan would tell me to go
next, and he did. Looking at myself naked in the mirror in his bathroom I
couldn't believe the amount of fun the four of us had together this
evening. I wondered if Dylan still had a surprise left in store for us.

Sure enough when I got back to his room from cleaning up my semi-erect
dick, the blanket from the sofa was now spread out on the carpeting in
the middle of his room. Dylan, Isaac, and Javy were naked and sitting
cross-legged on the blanket in a semi-circle.

"Carter-man! Come over here and sit down. We're going to play a game of
sorts.  This is going to be a game of sucking each other. So what we're
going to do is lay down on our sides and grab the guy's dick to your
right and start sucking! When you make your guy come, you swallow, then
stop. He has to keep sucking his guy for one minute, then you take over.
You guys take turns until the next guy comes.  Then he joins in and so
on. So the last person to come is the winner and gets to have three guys
sucking him before he comes. Okay?" We all nodded our heads in
agreement, and my semi-erect dick got fully erect almost instantly. So
how it all went down was like this.

I was next to Javy, who was next to Isaac, who was next to Dylan, who was
next to me.  So I started sucking Javy, he did Isaac, he did Dylan, and
Dylan sucked me.  This went on for almost five minutes. Surprisingly, I
made Javy cum in just about five and half minutes.  He shot his load down
my throat, and I swallowed the entire load. So now I waited for Javy to
suck Isaac for one minute, then I took over for a minute. Wouldn't you
know it, halfway through me going down on Isaac, his thin, uncut dick
started to get super hard, and I knew it wasn't going to be but seconds
before he came into my mouth. Sure enough, he fired off three or four
spurts down my throat before pushing me away. Feeling his dick throb in
my mouth made me cum into Dylan's mouth and he eagerly took all of my
boy juice until my spasms stopped. So now we each took a minute turn
going down on Dylan.

I thought for sure that either Javy or Isaac would be the one to make
Dylan cum, but little did I know at the time until sometime after that
night that neither Javy nor Isaac wanted to be the one to make Dylan
cum.  So of course when it was my minute to suck him, I did get him
close, but then my time was up. It was then Javy's turn, but he just
slowly went up and down a little, not really doing anything to get him
off.  Isaac did the same. When it was my second minute to go down on
Dylan, he was getting super close. My second time was almost done, but
apparently Dylan must have signaled something to Javy and Isaac, because
they held my head down, essentially forcing me to finish Dylan off.  And
finish him I did. I got him close, and then I'd stop, not starting until
they pushed my head down again. I did this three times, and as I swirled
my tongue on the underside of his dick without sucking or even moving my
lips up and down, Dylan's breathing increased.  He began to squirm.
Finally as I took him over the edge, he groaned in total delight,
whispering "Oh fuck yeah Carter, suck my dick, take my load. Suck it all
down Carter. Oooooooohhhhhhh."

When the spasms and streams of cum stopped oozing out of Dylan's
softening dick, my lips were tired and red. The only thing I could taste
and smell was semen. I had managed to make all three boys cum into my
mouth and down my throat. In fact, although I think I might have lost
track, I took two loads from Dylan down my throat, one inside my butt,
two loads down my throat from Isaac, and one load from Javy down my
throat, and one in my butt. All in all this sleepover party at Dylan's
turned out to be an all guy orgy, with me being the center of attention
and use. Never in my wildest wet dreams could I have ever imagined
something this sexually wild and fun.

We were all tired and spent. The clock near Dylan's bed said it was
almost four in the morning. We'd been messing around with each other for
nearly four hours! We all took quick showers again, but this time
separately. Dylan crashed on his bed, Javy was on the sofa, Isaac was
passed out on the recliner, and I was about ready to pass out on the bed
next to Dylan's, where I'd slept before. Just before I fell asleep
though, I checked my phone. I had a text from Emma, my mom, and a text
from Parker. Attached to the text was the picture he took of both of us
at the little place in Capron where we ate lunch earlier Saturday, in
what seemed like days ago. I opened the picture, remembering how he got
close to me, wrapped his right arm around me, our bikes in the background
as he took the picture with his phone. We were both smiling, and I was so
happy being with him. In the message of the text he wrote: "Thanks for
the great day spent with my new best friend Carter!  Siempre tu mejor
amigo, Parker. (Always your best friend,)" (big smiley face emoji).

I don't know why and can't explain what happened next. Yes, I do know
why. Looking back, the heart doesn't lie. That's why as I stared at the
picture of Parker and me, the light from my phone illuminating Dylan's
otherwise dark room, my eyes welled up with tears.