Date: Tue, 7 Sep 2021 05:19:41 +0000 (UTC)
From: austintc@aol.com
Subject: Carter and the Biker Boy, Chapter 19

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Carter and the biker boy

Chapter 19

Early Monday morning. Labor Day weekend

After discovery each other's secret late Sunday night, Parker and I laid
quietly together on the wrestling mat in the middle of his basement. We
were still naked, our sweat and cum soaked underwear were attempting to
dry in a pile lying next our now sticky bodies.

Parker had fallen asleep next to me, his left arm was draped across my
chest, his head had pinched off the circulation to my left arm which
caused me to wake up. The dark night sky was giving way to the light of
the new day, and I realized that we would have to get up soon and shower
before his parents would discover us on the mat.

I nudged him awake; he mumbled something to me that I couldn't make out.
Finally awake, he realized what had happened and gazed into my eyes again
with sleepy eyes.

"Mmm. Pinch me, I must be dreaming!" he whispered, lovingly.

I smiled back, totally taken in by the moment. "You're not dreaming.
And if we are, please don't ever wake me up!" We both smiled and
giggled. We kissed again as he began to lightly caress my chest, causing
my dick to stir.

"Oh man Carter, we'd better shower before my mom comes downstairs and
finds us here. She might not say anything, but ya never know. Oh crap, I
don't know what I'm going to do with my underwear. My mom might suspect
something if she finds my underwear in this condition."

"I can take them home with me and wash them.  I usually do my own
laundry.  My mom won't suspect a thing if that's okay with you?" I
offered.
"Sure, that's cool.  Thanks." Parker seemed a bit relieved.

I nodded my head and gladly picked up our underwear, put them in my
backpack and we headed to the huge shower they had in the basement. The
warm water felt so good, and as we soaped up, Parker moved to my shower
head and asked to share it with me. I completely obliged, and we embraced
under the cascading warm water.

I was very tired, but the moment out bodies touched, my dick once again
got hard, and was now pointing straight up against my mostly hairless
groin. Parker's dick responded the same way.

"I'm going to wash your back" Parker whispered in my right ear. Using
the bar of soap, he lathered up a washcloth and began at my neck and
shoulders, working his way down to my waist. His hands were as soft as
his touch, running his fingers lightly across my entire back. "You
don't know how long I've been wanting to touch you like this" he
whispered in my ear, kissing the outer part of my ear then lightly
licking it with his tongue. "I knew we were going to be great friends
the first day I met you, and I just kept hoping that you were like me,
you know, into guys."

He embraced me, and for the first time I felt his hard dick against my
wet butt. I wanted him in me so bad, even though I was still sore from
the night at Dylan's house. Since we were both the same height, his dick
fit perfectly between my butt cheeks.  The water still cascading down on
us, he kissed my neck gently. For the first time his right hand moved to
the front of my body, gently squeezing each of my nipples before moving
down to my flat stomach, almost tickling me. His touch was driving me
wild, and I knew once he touched my dick, I'd probably explode, but as
he got closer, he began rubbing his dick up and down my cheeks. Still
kissing my neck, I was reaching a state of pleasure that was close to
surpassing the first time during the night. Sensing this, Parker spun me
around, pulled me into a hug as our erections once again found each
other.  This sensation of his dick touching mine once again ignited the
electric sensations I felt while we were on the wrestling mat.

Our lips met again.  Tongues wrestled. In mere seconds our orgasms
erupted, spewing our seeds straight up almost to our chins before
cascading back to the floor of the shower, eventually to disappear
together with the water. Our orgasms finally subsided, and we broke our
embrace with what seemed like a minute long kiss.  Water now turned off,
we grabbed our towels and began to dry off.  I dried his back, and then
his entire body.  For the first time, I got an intimate view of his body.
Feeling his flat, muscular abs, his muscular yet tight upper body, strong
legs covered with a slight smattering of brown hair, a small patch of
curly brown pubic hair, and his hairless sack that contained two nice
sized nuts. The rest of his body was smooth, except for a small patch of
the same brown hair under each arm. No facial hair had yet to grow, just
like me. I kissed him again, and desperately wanted to kiss him from head
to toe and all points in between, but once I finished drying him, he
grabbed his underwear and quickly put it on.

"We had better get some sleep before Mom and Dad get up", he said after
drying me off with my towel.  I'd love to just stay naked with you all
day, but we can't."

"I know, there will be more time for that later, I hope."

"I hope so too" Parker smiled as he kissed me quickly again.

We headed to the sofa and loveseat in the family room area of the
basement.  I laid down on the sofa, Parker took the loveseat.  Within
minutes, we were out. My sleep was dreamless.  It was the best sleep I'd
had in a while.  My best friend now knows who I am. And I now know who he
is too.  Hopefully there would be no more secrets between us.

I awoke to the sound of Parker's mom talking to him at the top of the
steps.  Apparently, his parents and aunt and uncle were going for a drive
to a place near the Mississippi River called Galena.  She told Parker
that he could hang out with me all day, but that he'd have some errands
to do before they got home.  Perfect, I thought.  I looked at my phone.
It was nearly 10 am, and I knew that my mom would be asleep.  Sure enough
she'd texted me and surprisingly she told me to just be home before 4
pm.  Perfect, I thought again. Our incredible time together would
continue.

We each had a bowl of Honey Nut Cherrios for breakfast, sitting next to
each other talking about what we could do on our last day of the weekend.
We decided to take another bike ride to Rock Cut. Since the sky was
perfectly clear and the high forecasted to be close to 82, it made sense
that we enjoy it outside. There was no wind at all, so Parker asked if
there was a place we could just go and enjoy the sun.  I told him I knew
of the perfect place, so after eating and brushing our teeth, we grabbed
a few bottles of water and headed back to Rock Cut State Park.

On the east side of the park, more specifically on the east side of
Interstate 90, there is a separate part of the park with a manmade lake.
Many years ago, they built a dam to make this lake, complete with a
swimming area and a nice sandy beach.  Only problem was that they found
some sort of natural parasite in the water that caused some swimmers to
get sick, so they decided to close the beach and swimming area for the
most part permanently. The beach was still accessible from the road that
led into the park from the east entrance, so we rode our bikes on the
bridge that goes over the interstate, around the gate designed only to
keep cars out, and stopped just short of the beach near a landscape
timber wall that ran parallel to the shore of the lake, about fifty feet
from the wall to the shore.  The wall itself was about as high as my
chest, so we easily were able to sit with our backs against the wall in a
part of the beach that was in the sun. We sat in the sand without being
seen by anyone, except for those hikers who might walk along the trail
that ran around the perimeter of the 100 acre lake.

Once again, we were blessed with another beautiful late summer/early fall
day. The sun was shining brightly with a light breeze from the east. At
least the ride back to our houses would be easier. As we sat in the soft,
still warm sand, Parker spoke first.

"So when did you first know?"

"When did I first know about what?" I responded, not thinking what he
could be asking.

"That you liked guys, that you were gay. When did you first know?"

"Oh, duh. Um, I really started to figure it out a couple of years ago
when I was like 13. I would hear my cousin and other guys at school talk
about girls and stuff, and as I would see guys in the showers at school
or like when I showered with my cousin, I knew that there was no interest
in girls, but I was just totally interested in seeing other boys my age
naked. When I was younger there was an attraction to other guys too,
mainly guys like in television shows and stuff like that. What about
you?"

Parker thought a few seconds and then responded to my question. "I think
for me it's about the same. When I started wrestling at a younger age
like ten maybe I just wanted to touch other boys my age. I know it is
strange to think that it was enjoyable to feel other boys' bodies
against mine as we wrestled, but I began to get good at the sport too, so
it kind of came into an attraction while at the same time being into it
from a sports standpoint. Also in swimming I loved seeing guys in
swimming suits. I never really thought about girls like I do guys."

"But you don't act gay. I've seen some guys that really act feminine
and they kind of repulse me." I stated as I felt my dick start to get
hard. "I'm like totally turned on to guys who are straight and are
athletic, or even just normal guys. That's what attracted me to you. You
don't act gay."

"That's the same way I feel -- and felt -- when I met you." He nodded
his head in agreement. "When I saw you for the first time I just felt
like you were so cute and so normal acting that first I thought you and I
could become great friends, and then the more I got to know you and the
more we hung out together this week, I felt something with you that I'd
not felt before."

I had to ask what it was he felt. "So what did you feel with me that
you've not felt before?"

"First it was a physical attraction, honestly. And then after meeting
you, it was like I was falling for you for who you are. I'm very
attracted to you for being you, not just your body, if that makes
sense."

I couldn't stop smiling. After looking behind his shoulder, Parker
boldly moved closer to me and with his left hand on the back of my head,
our lips met and we kissed for what felt like five minutes, breaking only
to sound of voices not far from where we were sitting in the sand.
"Oh my god Carter, you're such a good kisser. I just love kissing
you!"

"Seriously?" I responded. "You love kissing me? I mean, you're the
first boy I've ever kissed, and the first time was last night. I can say
the same. You're so good at kissing. I can't believe how good it feels
and how much I love kissing you!"

"No way, you'd never been kissed by another guy until last night?"

"It's true," I replied, leaning in to kiss him again, and again."

"Wow! It is such a turn on kissing. I'm surprised that you, you know,
haven't kissed another guy before. But it's OKAY, don't get me wrong.
I'm so cool with that." Parker reassured me, and I sensed his
hardness.  He sensed mine and reached over and touched my shorts.
"Somebody is awake" he said slyly.
I just smiled, and boldly reached over and touched his hard dick through
the soft fabric of the gray colored smooth cotton basketball shorts. I so
badly wanted to take him in my mouth, but it would have been so risky
doing that in broad daylight at a state park.

"So now I have another question for you." Parker carefully asked me
again. "If you feel comfortable and trust me, then you can tell me the
truth. I promise I'll do the same. I know it can be a personal thing,
and I get it. But I think going forward if we're truthful and honest
with each other, our friendship can grow into something awesome." I
nodded my head in agreement, and felt comfortable telling him everything
about myself, knowing that he wouldn't tell anyone else about what my
answers to his questions would be."

"Sure, go ahead, I'll tell whatever you'd like to know as long as you
promise not to judge me."

"I promise I won't judge you. I nodded my head in agreement, slightly
closing my eyes for a moment allowing him to ask. "Um, I'm not sure how
to say this so I'll just ask you straight forward. Outside of being with
me this morning, have you been with any other guys?"

I hesitated for a moment as I thought of the best way to tell him. "Yes,
I have." I looked down and began to speak in
a voice that could have been interpreted as being ashamed of what I'd
done. My first experience was with my cousin."

"Which cousin, Javy???"


"Yes."
"Whoa. That kind of surprises me, but I guess it's more common than
not. How did it happen? What did you guys do?"

"Well, he showed me some porn on his phone.  First it was straight porn,
then it was gay porn. Then he made me suck him, and then later he put
himself in me."

"Whoa. Really. So is Javy...gay?"

"I don't think so."  I went on to tell Parker the entire story about
Javy and me, how he broke my leg, how we spent the time this summer
together, and how he wanted to come over last night, but also how he
called me a faggot." I was afraid to find out what Parker's response
would be.  He thought for a moment, then responded.

"You're right, he's probably not gay. I've read someplace that teen
boys do experiment with members of the same sex at some point. But it
doesn't mean that they will be gay. It's possible that he could be
struggling with his sexuality too. So how do you feel about the way he's
treated you?"

"I was okay with the fun we had together at first, because I was
attracted to him and enjoyed being with him. But like a macho Mexican
boy, I now realize that he's just used me and never really gave me
anything in return. It just really bothers me because he was like my
brother growing up. We were so close. But then when he forced himself on
me, I only did it because of him and me being so close like brothers."

"Oh man, I'm sorry he's treated you that way. That's not right.  So
your mom knows, right?"

"She doesn't know that we've been together since the first time."

"You think she'd be upset if she knew?

"Probably. I'm afraid she will find out eventually, but if she finds
out what else has gone on, she might be really upset."

"What do you mean?"

"You know my friend Dylan, right?"

"Yeah.....? Don't tell me... is HE gay?"

"Well, I really don't THINK so, but...um I've been with him."

"No way! Really? But...when? How did he know you would...?"

"Well, I told you he crashed his bike in front of my house, right?"

"Yes, of course. Go on."

"So when I was putting a bandage on his leg, well his inner thigh, he
caught me looking at his bulge, which was something you couldn't miss
looking at.  At first he called me out for being gay, then he got up and
left without really telling me thanks or anything.  So I was really down
because it's when I had my broken leg from Javy and all.  Then he came
back the next day apologized, talked to me and before I knew it, we were
fooling around. Once at my house, then on the bike path, you know, that
flat spot where you found the condom, and NO that wasn't from us!  But
then he invited me to his house, his room to spend the night. Parker, I
have to tell you this.  He made me feel good and all and I like him. But
one night he got really kind of bossy and rough with me, then called me
the name of his brother who died when he was younger. It really freaked
me out. But at least he told me the truth about his brother and all, and
I think it made us closer."

"Wow. That is wild. I never thought you and him. You really like him,
don't you?"

I hung my head and put my face in my hands. "Yeah, I did -- and I do --
but I hope you don't get upset when I tell you this."

"I'll try not to. Go ahead."

"Well, Dylan's pool party was... not what I expected at all."

"Why was that? Wait, did he USE you?"

I nodded my head, trying to hold back the tears before I started to give
Parker the details. "At the time it was super fun but thinking about it
now and I should be really pissed at Dylan for what he did." Parker
moved closer to me, put his arm around me, caressing my shoulder and
neck.

"Babe, whatever it is, I promise I won't get mad. Please just be
truthful with me."

"Javy and Isaac, the other captain on the soccer team, Dylan and me all
were involved in Dylan's plan to first punish Javy for his treatment of
me, then they all pretty much had their way with me." My tears flowed
and I began sobbing. Parker held me even tighter, kissing my cheek and
wiping away my tears. "I did not know that it was going to be Javy and
Isaac staying over. I only wanted to be with Dylan that night. There
really was no way I could leave after I found out that they were spending
the night as well. It's like everyone knew about it but me. That's just
not really right.  And yes, it was super exciting, and we all were super
horny, and I came several times, but I also had to suck Isaac and Dylan
off twice, Javy once, and then got fucked by Javy and Dylan." My tears
continued to fall as I was sure that Parker would be done with me.

"It's okay, Carter. I still am your friend and will be forever. Please
don't cry."

"I'm sorry Parker. Now you see me as the wimp I truly am.  I let them
use me." I looked down and caught a glimpse of Parker's shorts, that
showed his dick incredibly tenting. He didn't say anything for a minute,
then finally spoke.

"Well it sounds like you've lived just about every gay guy's dream, to
you know, be with more than one guy at once. I mean it's been a fantasy
of mine, and I always thought it would be a dream come true, but not so
much for you?"

"Okay, I'll admit it, I did enjoy it. But honestly, what we did last
night, kissing, hugging, being so close to you was amazing. I mean
that." A huge smile, the one I love, came across Parker's face, and I
think I saw him blushing.

"Aww, thanks. I guess I'm just a romantic kind of guy. I believe that
there is something special about making love to someone rather than just
a quick hop in the sack with no strings attached. Does that make sense?"

"I agree.  I didn't or would not have believed that until this morning.
But you've opened up a whole new word to me. One that just fuels the
passionate flame in me. Wow."

"Babe, I'm just getting started." He reached over and we kissed again.
I so wanted to be on top of him right there in the sand, but over on the
right end of the beach, an older teenaged couple walked out and sat near
the end of the fence. "So I take it then you've done oral and anal,
correct?"

"Yes, I've given and received oral, but only been on the receiving end
of, you know."

"I guess that makes you a bottom then?"

"If that's what it's called, then yeah. So now you know my story. Can
you be truthful with me and tell me your story, so we'll be on the same
playing field?"

"Sure, I owe you that much. So where to begin. Well, I have known that I
am gay for about three or four years when I was ten or eleven. Like you,
I just wasn't interested in girls that much. I mean I guess that's
common for kids that age. But there was seemingly more to it than that."
Through wrestling and swimming I was around boys that were cute and
wearing either singlets or speedos, and it began as a curiosity thing
with looking that them when they weren't dressed, like in the shower to
compare myself to them. When I was in seventh grade during wrestling was
when I started seeing guys dick's getting bigger than mine, with pubic
hair, hair under their arms and all. And I thought it was just being
curious, like all guys are at that age. Right?" I nodded in agreement.

"Then one weekend my longtime friend Luis -- the one you met on facetime
-- spent the night at my house. It's kind of ironic and funny, because
like you and Javy, Luis and I messed around too, except he is not my
cousin."

"Right! So what happened between you two?" I had to know the answer for
this one.

"My parents were out of town for the evening. They let Luis come and
stay over. He told me that he saw me looking at this one kid in the
shower at school -- Nick or something like that -- and well Nick had a
big dick, of course. So Luis called me out on it, and I told him that he
did have a big dick and he asked me what I thought.  I told him I'd like
to touch it and all.  Well, next thing you know, he's got his dick out
and asked me to touch it.  I did.  Then he asked me to put it in my
mouth.  I did. Then he asked me if he could touch mine. We were soon
naked and sucking each other off. He stopped me and asked if he could put
his uncut seven inch dick in me. I let him. It felt so good! I didn't
want him to stop, and finally as he climaxed and shot his load inside me,
the feeling of his dick spasming set off my massive orgasm. I came
without even touching my dick and sprayed my huge load all over my
stomach. I was hooked and knew that I was gay."

"Wow, so when he said what he said over the facetime thing, he meant it,
right?

Parker just looked down as if now HE was going to cry. "Yup."

"So how long did you guys, you know, keep having... fun?"

"We were together for nearly two years, and we had to break up because
of me moving up here. I hated to leave him."

"I bet. So what all did you guys end up doing, you know, sexually?

"We mainly did a lot like you and I did this morning.  But we also
sucked each other quite a bit, then I really liked him being in me. I
guess that makes me more of a bottom boy as well."

I laughed a bit, because so it turns out we both are bottom boys, used to
feeling a big dick inside us.

"What are you laughing about?" Parker asked, smiling and laughing a
nervous laugh.

"I was just curious to know how big Luis' dick is."

"He is like almost seven thick inches."

"Oh that's right, you did tell me that.  Well, Javy is about that long
and is really thick.  Dylan is almost as thick, but maybe a half inch
longer than Javy.  Javy is uncut; Dylan is cut. Isaac is also uncut,
seven inches, but thinner, more like mine."

"Now that's funny, that here we are, comparing dick sizes of the guys
we've been with.  There has to be something funny and ironic about that,
don't you think?" Parker laughed as he told me his thoughts.

Now I started laughing too. But it felt good to know more about Parker
and that he knew about me. What surprised me that he was like me, into
having guys in him. I thought for a moment or two about it, then told him
that it does seem to be ironic and funny indeed. But then I had to know
if he'd ever thought about being on top.

"Would I ever think about being on top?" He responded, thinking about
how to answer that question.

"Sure, I mean I've seen how Luis used to love being inside my ass and
how he loved shooting his load inside me.  Oh my god, just feeling HIM
shoot inside me was a turn on for me, and then having the ability to cum
without even touching myself is super awesome too.  But I think yes, I'd
like to try being the top.  How about you?"

"I never really thought about it, because it seems that it's always
been a huge turn on feeling a big dick inside me. It felt that way with
Javy and with Dylan especially. Isaac didn't want to be in me, so I
can't say how that would have felt.  So, to be the one on top, yes, I
think I would love to try it someday."

"What about licking another guy's butt?" Parker could barely get the
words out as he started laughing hysterically.  I started laughing too
and couldn't stop.  When we finally gained some sort of composure after
rolling around in the sand, I responded.

"Um I think, that since it has been done to me, that yes, if it was in a
spontaneous thing, yes. But to have it be like in the situation where
it's like it was for me on Saturday, I don't know. How about you?"

"I agree with you. If it's between two people who are committed to each
other and in love, it would be awesome. I definitely want that, to be in
a relationship."

"That's cool." I so desperately wanted to rip his clothes off and do
everything with him right now on the beach, but I know that I could not
do that. We kissed again, hugged, then kissed again, making my desire to
be naked on the sand with him even rage out of control like a raging
wildfire. But a thought came into my mind, and breaking the bond between
our lips, I whispered one more question while we were cheek to cheek.

"Do your parents know?"

"I have not come out to them, and I haven't really thought about it or
when to come out to them."

"You said your mom knows, right?"

"Yeah, but I'm not out to anyone else, especially at school.  Obviously
Dylan, Javy, and now Isaac and you know. But I'm not ready to go kissing
my boyfriend in the hallway, even though I'd really love to hold his
hand and give him a kiss before he goes into class." I said, winking at
Parker, who was cheesing from ear to ear.

"Well I bet your boyfriend feels the same way. I bet he wishes he could
do the same but knows that he can't due to being the new kid in a
redneck school." We both laughed at calling the school what it was, a
place that a lot of rednecks went, hence the name of Machesney Park being
Machesney Parkansas.

It was a great moment between us, and we kissed, first checking to see if
anyone was around the beach. Parker then got out his cell phone, and took
a selfie of the two of us kissing and cheesing for the camera.

Content that the air was now cleared between us, or should I saw our
cards were on the table, we both seemed relieved. We had both vowed to
not hold secrets from each other. We were just about ready to head back
to his house when Parker stopped and spoke as he was ready to hop on his
bike.

"I just happened to think about one other thing. So remember last night
when we were biking home and got stopped by those guys on the bike path.
What were their names again, the younger boys? Don't they ride our bus?"

I knew what he was going to ask, and my heart sank a little, for fear of
being rejected by Parker. My darn lack of self-confidence hitting me
again. But since I promised the truth to Parker, I began to tell him
about those two losers. "Yes, they do. The black kid is Terrell, the
white trash kid is Connor."

"They said you blew them. Is that...true?"

I hung my head in shame again. But this time instead of not telling
Parker, I told him. "Those losers always bothered me in grade school,
and this summer I was out shooting hoops when my mom was in Mexico.  They
saw me shooting, came in the driveway and bet me that I couldn't beat
them in a game of horse or 21 or something.  Well the bet was that if
they beat me, I would have to suck their dicks until they came. And yes,
I did lose. Luckily both had quick trigger fingers and shot their wads
after about two minutes."

"Did they leave you alone after that?"

"They came over again when Javy was over. They tried the same bet,
except Javy told them sure, if they won we'd blow them, and if we won,
they would blow us.  Well, we won, but guess what, they took off. So now
they've been taunting me ever since."

"Damn, that is just crazy. Don't worry if they bother you again, then
I'll take care of them. I'm not scared of those wimps. I won't let
them mess with you again!"

"Thanks, man. I appreciate that. Hey, it's almost noon. Want to check
out more of the park?" I asked, hopeful of getting in one last decent
bike ride in before the day was over.

"I have a better idea. My parents and aunt and uncle might not be home
until late. How about we head back to my house and spend some time
together?" Parker said winking at me.

"Sure, let's go!  I'm ready!"

"Me too. Race you home!"

With that, we took off riding through the park, past a big factory on the
south of the creek, eventually past school, then before long we were back
on the bike path along the limestone bluffs.  I had a good idea what
Parker meant by spending some time together, and my dick knew what it
meant too. A few minutes later we pulled into his driveway, opened the
garage door, and put our bikes in the garage.

"Let's go downstairs, okay?" Parker suggested. I followed him to the
living room where the worn sofa and love seat were at. "Here's a
blanket. I need to use the bathroom." A few minutes later he came out
just wearing another pair of red Tommy underwear and a white tee shirt. I
went to the bathroom next.  I had to pee, and then the urge to go #2 came
along, which I did. I used a warm washcloth that was on the side of the
sink to lather up and make sure everything there was clean just in case.
I pulled up my gray Old Navy boxer briefs and headed to the living room.
My erection returned now, in anticipation of what was to come now.

Parker was standing next to the sofa and just like that we were in each
other's arms. Our lips met, our chests met, our hard dicks met and were
pressed against each other, once again restricted by the cotton fabric of
the briefs. We kissed with the same passion we did earlier in the morning
before we exploded into our briefs for the first time.  This time though,
our lips found each other's ears, then neck, then lips again. Moments
later, I worked my fingers under the tail of his tee shirt, and slowly
pulled it off of him. The aroma of his musk mixed with sweat gave me an
aroma that turned me on even more. I kissed down to his right nipple. I
began licking and sucking it gently as Parker began to moan.

Doing the same to his left nipple, I caught a whiff of his perspiration
under his arm. I couldn't get enough. Sensing this he raised his left
arm up and I drank in his aroma, so intoxicating to my senses.

It was now Parker's turn to catch up to me. His fingers found the tail
of my shirt and did the same. I love having my nipples played with, and
he sucked mine just like I'd sucked his, biting gently on each one. My
dick was straining desperately to get out my briefs, as was his, which
once again was nearly poking up above the waistband of his briefs.

I resumed kissing his nipples again. Finally I decided it was time to
take charge, knowing that like me, he was used to being submissive as
being a bottom boy. So I didn't really push him but started to move him
back and before he sat down on the brown blanket I kissed my way from his
nipples to his navel. My heart was beating fast, my horniness was at an
all time high. I thought from the tiniest of touch I would explode. But I
didn't as my fingers reached the waistband of his briefs and pulled them
down to his ankles. As his dick sprung loose from the briefs, he moaned
as my right hand cupped his balls, squeezing them gently. A drop of clear
fluid escaped from his slit and as I moved my mouth into his sack, his
musky scent filled my nose. I licked his loose sack, which caused his
skin to retract and his balls to gather close. I felt Parker's fingers
now running through my hair. I started to lick my way up his shaft, then
started sucking with my mouth along the shaft, nearly causing him to moan
louder.

"Sit down," I whispered, and Parker sat down on the blanket. My hands
found his knees, his legs, his inner thighs, then his ball sack again
before the left hand touched his waist, the right one touched the base of
his dick and guided it to my wanting mouth. His size was similar to my
own, both in length and girth. It was amazing to think that this would be
what it would be like to suck my own, making me eager to go down on him.
I could taste his precum, sweet and succulent as I swirled it around with
my tongue. I began to lick, suck, and worship his hardness. After about
two minutes of this, Parker quickly pulled out of my mouth and in one
move, pushed me on the sofa. Repeating my method, my body was alive with
the touches, the licks, the kisses, light touches, and finally my hard
dick slickened by his saliva and my precum going in and out of his
mouth.

"Oh my gosh Parker, that feels so good.  Mmmm." Was all I could think
of to say. My fingers were caressing his hair and head as it bobbed up
and down on my dick. I felt like I was getting close, which he sensed. He
pulled off my dick and began licking my mostly hairless groin, then
licked and sucked on my balls. He did this for a minute or so, then
kissed his way up from my navel to my mouth. Eagerly, I accepted his
tongue, and tasted my own precum as we passionately kissed.

"Lay down on the sofa babe." He whispered in my ear. I wasn't sure
what he was going to do, but he started sucking me again and then moved
his dick near my face. Soon he was on top of me, his hard on in my face.
I took him as deep into my mouth as I could, and before I knew it, his
brown pubes were on my chin and his balls were tickling my nose. We did
this for a few minutes before I sensed his orgasm brewing. His dick got
really hard, his precum was flowing which only caused my dick to do the
same. I started wiggling around on the sofa underneath Parker. He sensed
I was close, so he slowed his sucking way down; I did the same to him. If
our timing was perfect, we could both cum at the same time.

Sure enough, both of us began to moan, wiggle, and our bodies got really
tense as we erupted in each other's mouth at the same time, greedily
swallowing as much of our loads as we could. I swear the orgasms felt
like they were going to last like five minutes or something like that.
When our dicks stopped oozing, Parker moved off of me, spun around and
then laid back on top of me. His mouth and tongue found my mouth, his
tongue plunging in deep to meet mine, the taste of our huge loads mixing
together. It was one of the most sensual moments my young life had
experienced at that point. Kissing passionately, we couldn't stop, until
finally our lips broke contact. Parker had a dreamy smile on his face as
his blue eyes stared deeply into my brown eyes in a gaze that looked into
our souls.

"You're amazing, Carter Michaels. I really am glad we came out to each
other, and I'm glad that you're my best friend. Thank you for being
you!"

"YOU'RE amazing, Parker Nelson! I'm so happy too, and love you being
my best friend. You've made my life so much better, and I think I can
learn so much from you, like how to defend myself, and be confident in
myself. We're going to be great together, and I just, um, want to say
that I really like you, and um want to know if you would like to be my
boyfriend?""

His smile said all that he didn't need to say. But to be sure, he said
yes in a confident voice, and I smiled back as his lips met mine again.
We kissed again for close to five minutes, and as our dicks remained
hard, he began to grind his into my mostly hairless groin. Since it was
dry between us, he moved down and spread some of his saliva on the shaft
of my erection, stopping to lick and suck the sensitive underside of my
dick. Content that it was now slippery, he moved back on top of me just
like he did the night before. It didn't take long before we both erupted
in another orgasm, our cum mixing together once more. What he did next
surprised me. He moved down and licked up several of the small pools of
cum in his mouth, then brought it up to my mouth and shared it with me as
we resumed kissing. The taste of our cum mixed together was amazing. I
thought we would now move on to the next step of being inside each other,
but as I moved to touch his hole, he stopped me.

"Let's save that for another time, okay? I still want us to fuck each
other of course, but maybe next time."

"Okay that's fine." I agreed, nodding my head. "Um, I think we need
to shower again dude," as I felt my chest all sticky from the cum that
Parker did not lick up.

"Sounds good to me.  What time is it?"

"Um, it's close to three pm.  We still have time, right?"

"We sure do. Race you to the shower!"

And so it went. I raced after Parker's nakedness running to the shower.
His cute firm butt would have to wait until another time, but I was okay
with that. As long as we could find time to kiss and occasionally suck on
each other's dick, I was good.

We spent nearly a half hour playing in the shower together. Between
sucking him and a hand job, he erupted again. Once again I swallowed his
entire load again.  I love the taste of his semen! He tried blowing me
again, but I must have cum too many times over the weekend because I
couldn't cum again.

It was almost four pm and our wonderful weekend was now drawing to a
close. I needed to get home to see my mom for a little while to see how
her weekend was and to prepare for returning to school again on Tuesday.
Parker and I said our goodbyes, holding on to each other for as long as
we could until I finally told him that at least we'd be together for the
last two classes of the day, and then I invited him to watch the varsity
soccer game at home again tomorrow evening. He was grinning again, and we
made plans to sit up in the bleachers again enjoying the view of the cute
soccer player boys, especially the co-captains and my cousin Javy. After
kissing and hugging in the garage again for another five minutes or so, I
finally hopped on my bike and waved back at my boyfriend as he stood
waving in his garage as I rode away.

When I got home, I put my bike in the garage, went in the house, and saw
my mom for the first time in a few days. She still looked very tired but
still gave me a hug and a kiss on my cheek. She had made some enchiladas
in a green sauce, and the food was just about ready.

"Hola mi amor, how was your weekend?" she asked, then giving me a
strange look she blurted out "Why are your lips all red?" My face must
have turned as red as my lips, but boldly I blurted out in return "from
spending the weekend kissing my new boyfriend."

"What??? Wait, Who, When? How? And just how much were you two
kissing???" Mom had a small smirk on her face, knowing that sooner or
later I would find a boyfriend.

"Mom, you're not going to believe this, but my new friend Parker is
just like me. He is gay, Mom. I am so excited!  He is like my best friend
too!"
Mom just smiled thinking about her response, then she spoke. "Carter, mi
amor, I am muy feliz para ti, (very happy for you) and I hope you two are
very happy together. Please, mi amor, just be careful at school. I know
that not too many campuses or schools are ready to accept two nice boys
like you and Parker kissing, hugging, and holding hands walking down the
hallways."

"I know, mama.  We've talked about it, and Parker is not out to his
parents and is not into kissing and hugging in public like at school, so
yes, we will be careful, I promise."

"Que bueno, mi amor," she responded.  I just see so many cases of
prejudices against gays and lesbians, especially at school that lead to
good boys like you and your novio (boyfriend) getting beat up. I just
don't want to see that at my ER." I told her that I'd behave and just
take things slowly and carefully.

We ate dinner together while I told her about my weekend, except for the
gory details about what went on at Dylan's house during early Saturday
morning. It was nice to talk to her openly and I am so happy that mi mama
is accepting of who I am. I would be so very sad if she rejected me just
for being gay and if she kicked me out of the house.

I made my lunch for school tomorrow, showered again, then told mama good
night. At least she had the night off, so I didn't have to worry about
being alone tonight.

My long, fun, and very sexual Labor Day weekend was now over. As I
crawled into bed, I reflected back on the fun that Parker and I had
Friday night; the fun that Dylan, Isaac, Javy, and even Chase and the
other guys from the pool party had.  I also had to make a mental note to
talk to Chase's brother Noah tomorrow in Math class.

Of course my last thought was about Parker becoming my new and very first
boyfriend. How cool was that?! I was just about ready to doze off when my
cell phone buzzed. It was a text from Parker. Once again he thanked me
for the weekend together and for being his boyfriend. Then the picture he
took at the park of the two of us came through, kissing and smiling,
looking extremely happy. I wrote back to him thanking him for the best
weekend ever, and for the selfie of us at the park. The sight of us two
kissing and smiling almost made me cry tears of joy. But instead I waited
for him to respond, and his final message for the night simply read:
"Good night, Love you."

What a great way to end the best weekend of my life.

Author's note: This will be the ending of the first part of the story. Do
not worry guys! There is much more of a story to tell about Carter,
Parker and the rest of the guys. I will now skip ahead a few weeks and
then a few months as life settles down for Carter in school and home, as
essentially he stays busy with his new boyfriend and school. Thanks again
for being faithful readers of my story and reaching out to me with your
comments and suggestions! - Austin.