Date: Thu, 9 Dec 2021 10:26:57 +0000 (UTC)
From: austintc@aol.com
Subject: Carter and the Biker boy, Chapter 24

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Carter and the biker boy

Chapter 24 -- All Hallows Eve and November

What transpired at Dylan's Halloween party still weighed heavily on my
mind.  I thought about everything that happened last night: first being
with Noah, then Dylan, then getting drunk and passing out on the sofa in
Dylan's room. Then Parker being with Dylan, Javy, and more than likely
with Javy again. Then I thought about the unknown -- what happened to me
after I passed out. I had zero memories of it but am pretty certain that
at least two people fucked me while I was out, based on, well, you know...
when I went to the bathroom after waking up.

I should have known. Damnit. The lady in my dream was right. We played
with fire, essentially, and now what was very fun being with different
people was now coming back to haunt me. Why do we make decisions to do
things that we know are probably going to be the wrong decision? I mean
both Parker and I decided to go to the party knowing good and well that
the outcome would be what it was. Perhaps we're both too young to have a
committed relationship at our age.

That was the one question I really wanted to ask Chase but didn't. But
then thinking back to what we did talk about, he said:
"So I'm no expert on dating, or more specifically gay dating, but if
you're in a committed relationship, gay or straight, do you think
sleeping with others should be acceptable?"

To which I replied: "No, it shouldn't be. I guess we've never really
set the boundaries or defined what we should be."

If I remember the conversation after San Antonio where we talked about us
and nearly broke up, I made the following statement:

"We are so good together! We cannot let outside influences like Nathan
and Luis tear us apart!  Same goes for anyone else -- my friends or your
friends.
We had both agreed on what I'd said, and had decided to focus on each
other, but then when we ended up going to Dylan's party, we both knew
what the outcome would be, and indeed, that is what happened to BOTH of
us. So should I get upset that Javy and Parker slept together? Probably
NOT, but it did bother me. I'm thinking it's only natural.

I don't want to beat a dead horse anymore, but during our conversation
at that time of our big fight, Parker called me a male slut. I guess
we're both male sluts, that we can agree on. What is it I've heard
adults -- mainly women -- say before? Men are pigs? I can see why.

So in the spirit of doing the right thing, I sent only one text.

< Sure, you can come over now.

Not more than ten seconds later he responded.

< On my way now.

Twenty minutes later while I was in my room straightening things up, the
doorbell rang. My heartbeat raced; I was curious to know if it was him or
a trick or treat kid showing up for candy.

Sure enough. I opened the door and at least the mask of Miles Morales was
standing there visible by the yellow glow of the porch light, wearing a
black hoodie, gray sweats, Nike sneakers, carrying a black backpack slung
across his shoulders. He almost looked as if he ran the entire mile or so
to my house, but instead I saw his bike next to him on the sidewalk.

"Come in. That's not a very good Halloween costume you have on. I'll
open the garage door so you can put your bike in first."

"Sorry, I have the rest on underneath my sweats. I would have flown,
but, you know -- my super powers have already left me."

I laughed, even though it still hurt to laugh. Even though I was still
relatively pissed off at him, I was glad to see my boyfriend at my
doorsteps and now inside my house. We had much to talk about before I
would determine if he would still be my boyfriend in the dawn of the
first day of November.

Parker pulled off his mask and tried to smile at me, tentatively hoping
that everything would be forgotten from the previous night. He moved to
give me a hug and a kiss, and I somewhat coldly accepted his affection.

"Are you okay from last night? What a crazy night, huh?" I was ready to
punch him in the face, upset from the unknown. I did my best to remain
composed and to not get too angry. He knew I was upset, and as composed
as I could, I began.

"Physically and emotionally I am sore. My body is aching from my side,
my nose, my head, my stomach, you know where else it is sore, and from
not knowing what went on while I was passed out. I know that something
happened to me that I don't remember happening, as it was quite evident
when I went to the bathroom. I don't think I need to paint a picture for
you, but quite honestly, for us to continue as a couple, first you need
to come completely clean with me and let me know what happened after I
fell asleep on the sofa and before I woke up in the morning."

I then basically restated what we both knew going into the party.

"You and I both agreed that going to the party dressed alike was going
to cause confusion between everyone, and it happened. I must admit, it
was fine all the way up until we both left Dayne's room having just been
used by Dylan and Javy. But you need to tell me what you know about what
happened after we were both in the room asleep on the sofa. And it better
be the truth otherwise I'm not sure how we can continue being
together."

Parker hung his head. He knew what happened had gone too far. He moved
over to sit by me on the sofa in the living room where we had our last
argument, the same worn spot in the carpeting was positioned between us.
Then he began.

"Babe, first let me say I'm sorry how things turned out. I thought you
were awake when we tried to get you up. You sat up, looked around and
when Dylan came in the room and wanted you to suck him, you nodded your
head and agreed to. So he sat you up, you started sucking him, and then
Isaac came in, saw you doing that, so he took over. Noah and I were both
on the sofa, and so soon it was Isaac, Javy, and Dylan taking turns
getting their cocks sucked by you, me, and Noah. Well then of course,
they picked you up, took you to the bed, pulled your costume off, then
your briefs, laid you stomach and face down on the edge of the bed.  Then
they made us get in the same position." I was trying to remember this
but couldn't. Parker continued.

"I just shook my head and told them not to hurt you, but Javy said that
you would be alright and that this was your dream to have all three of
the soccer boys take turns on you, me and Noah. I tried to protest, but
Javy then forced me down on the bed, held his hand over my mouth so I
couldn't complain or yell, or anything and then before I knew it, they
were fucking all three of us." The news he gave me had me upset but at
the same time somewhat surprised that Javy AND Dylan would take advantage
of me like this. Parker went on.

"So Isaac was doing Noah, who seemed to be having the time of his life.
He was really getting into it then it was then that Noah said he wanted
to switch, to have Javy in him. Of course then Dylan took Javy's place,
Isaac started doing you. Seems like a blur after that, since Isaac
apparently came right away in you, then Dylan went back to you, where he
came almost right away inside you too."

"Well that explains what happened to me. So how did I end up back on the
sofa then?"

"Noah and I cleaned you up a bit, put your underwear on and then carried
you back to the sofa. I was ready to sleep but both Javy and Dylan pulled
me up and took me to the bathroom where all three of us got in the
shower. They quickly cleaned themselves up, told me to join them where
they forced me to suck on both of them. My knees are still sore from
being on the tiled floor in the shower. Neither of them came from me
sucking them, but they told me to get cleaned up and that it was time for
bed. Javy then told me that I had to sleep with him. I was too tired and
too worn out and maybe still a little bit drunk to tell him no. I wish I
would have."

"Why do you say that?" I asked, wondering just what went on when those
two went to bed.

"Well apparently you ought to know your cousin's... appetite shall we
say. I guess he didn't get enough earlier. He made me suck him first,
and I had to swallow a pretty good sized load from him. Wasn't but a few
minutes later he spit on his hand and started fingering my hole, then
started fucking me. This time with plenty of precum still, he must have
been in me for like fifteen minutes before he finally came TWICE, one
right after the other. After that I passed out. The next thing I knew I
woke up naked next to him, my ass on fire. Good thing I got up otherwise
I think he might have done me again. When we woke up he was like `Damn
Parker, I really like you, you know how to please me. We gotta hook up
again, cabron.' Then he almost like bit me on the back of my neck. I
almost punched him in the face, but I was too tired and too sore."

"Was that all? I mean, do you remember what happened with Dylan and
Wyatt?"

"All I knew was that Dylan left the room after showering and went back
to the living room where apparently Chase and Wyatt were talking. Oh, and
Isaac was out there too.  He must have left then, because when Javy
finished cumming in me and I was about to pass out, Dylan came in the
room with Wyatt, and they were kissing before they jumped in bed. I
don't know what happened between them, but I'm guessing Dylan fucked
him too. All in all, it was one of the weirdest parties I've ever been
too, obviously, and although it should have been fun being used by those
guys, I just wanted to be with you."

The tears started to form in his eyes. I had to believe him.

"Oh man, Carter. I -- I just -- I just don't want something like this
to break us up. It was fun, yes. But you're dream nailed it. We just
should have stayed here or at my house. I am so sore right now that it
doesn't feel like it will heal for a while. I thought your cousin was a
nice guy and all but he's really just an animal almost. What really
pisses me off is that I could have defended myself against guys like him,
but whatever was in the punch messed me up. I am so, so sorry. Can you
please forgive me?"

He was now in tears, looking up at me with the saddest eyes I've ever
seen from him.

"Yeah, given the fact that I know how my primo is and how he treated me
that first time and the several times after that, I believe you. But tell
me the truth. You wanted to be with him, and he wanted to be with you,
correct?"

Parker hung his head again, staring at the carpeting again.

"Yeah. I thought he was cute and all, but please believe me I didn't
want to ruin what we have. I thought that since we were, you know, being
with different guys and having fun that it would be okay. It's not like
I wanted to be his boyfriend or leave you for him. It's just that
curiosity thing that I think is normal. Tell me you don't feel that way
about certain guys you see?"

He had me there. Noah came to mind, Chase, Wyatt, that cute kid in
science class, the one whose name I don't know...and almost every cute
guy I see in the hallway at school, in the store, the cute guy at Target
and so on. Oh, and the cute Mexican guy at the grocery store! So yeah,
he's right. I thought for a few minutes, didn't say anything about the
aforementioned guys. But then I had to reply. In this situation I thought
to myself, "What would Chase say?"

"You're right. It's in our nature. And I don't see it letting up, do
you?" Parker laughed for the first time tonight.

"No, I mean if it does, then I'd probably be ready to die, right? But
how do we not give in to temptation?"

"We just can't. We have to try and act out our fantasies with each
other. I mean if you want me to be a soccer player, I'll find my uniform
from fall soccer when I was 12. If you want me to be a weight lifter,
well, I'll try! Or how about a wrestler wearing one of those tight
single things? The one that shows off my big dick and my huge balls?"

Now we were both smiling. I think we were finally getting past what
happened last night.

"Oh yeah, dress like a Mexican soccer boy, then I'll let you use my
singlet from wrestling and when you get better we can start practicing
again. How about you dress like a nerd, or book geek like Wyatt?"

"Oh yeah! That'd work! How about you dress like Noah, wearing tight
cutoff jeans, a tight tee-shirt and put on some make up?"

We both laughed, almost to the point where my side started to hurt again.
I was hard and was leaking into my Miles Morales costume where nothing
was between my body and the thin fabric of the costume and my hot
throbbing and leaking dick. Parker stood up, and I looked at him to
notice the same thing happening in his costume. That's all it took. We
began kissing, with a hunger to be in each other's arms again. By the
time we got to my room we were naked, our erections once again plastered
tight against our groins. Carefully Parker helped me to the bed.

As in several times before, Parker laid naked on top of me, our hard
cocks leaking precum on my belly, enough to provide the lubrication
necessary to fire off massive loads on my belly, chest and as Parker
raised up from my belly, one of his streams hit my face. He quickly
licked it off and shared it with me in a deep passionate kiss. It felt so
good to be with my boyfriend again.

Still hard, Parker rolled me on top of him and we resumed kissing. The
yearning inside still raged, as our teenaged lust wanted more. Our first
loads were now drying on our chests, so Parker grabbed a couple of
tissues and cleaned up the mess that was now on his abs and chest. The
pungent smell of our loads mixed together provided the aphrodisiac we
needed to now move into a sixty nine position, and the sucking, licking
of our cocks, balls, and boldly even our holes commenced.

We must have gone at least twenty minutes or close to a half hour before
I felt his cock start to swell in my mouth and I knew he was close to his
second orgasm.  Sure enough, his hot creamy load almost equal to the
first filled my mouth as I held his shaft, keeping just enough of his
steel hard dick head inside my mouth so I could feel the cum shooting
like a firehose into the back of my mouth, forcing me to swallow before
some escaped my eager mouth. This caused me to explode into Parker's
mouth as well, and he barely accomplished the same feat as me.

In the aftermath, we laid next to each other kissing deep passionate
kisses, the taste of our cum mixing together to form the sweetest taste
that afterward we joked about being the best tasting nectar we'd ever
had.

Looking at the clock on my night stand I was surprised to see that it was
only nine pm. It seemed like it should be closer to one or two in the
morning, but it was still early. We got up, put on some sweats, and threw
a frozen pizza in the oven. While we were waiting for it to be done, we
went back to my room and laid on the bed next to each other listening to
some music on my phone.

"So we need to establish some sort of boundaries, don't we?" Parker
asked, almost afraid to hear my response.

I sighed, thought a few seconds before I responded.

"Yes, we do. I think my dream about meeting Aphrodite in the cemetery
was a sign."

"I believe it was too. So what boundaries do we need to establish?"
Parker asked, almost afraid to hear my response, knowing that it could
signal the end of our promiscuity.

"Well, if we are going to remain a couple like we were supposed to be
before we went to Texas, then we cannot let anyone else come between us.
Like what happened this weekend cannot happen anymore." I noticed some
doubt and disappointment in Parker's face. So I continued. "Look, When
we were in Dayne's room and were on our backs being fucked by Dylan and
Javy, I thought it was awesome fun. But I thought it would be just that
-- fun. I never thought that I'd wake up to find you in bed with my
cousin. And yes, it did make me jealous to some extent, because I just
didn't know what went on while I was passed out. I mean, how would you
feel if it was me -- like in bed with Dylan or even Noah?"

"You're right. I wouldn't like it. In fact, I would be jealous too."

"Exactly. So I think that we're completely aware of the many cute guys
there are at school and everywhere." Parker nodded his head and said,
`Oh yeah.' "But just like straight guys, if we're in a committed
relationship, then we can't fool around behind each other's back. Or do
we decide to be in an open relationship where we're free to be with
anyone we want, knowing that sooner or later there's going to be a guy
that is drop dead gorgeous, wants you and you want to be with him because
he turns you on?" Once again Parker thought for a few minutes before
responding.

"That is tough, I mean I don't think I want an open relationship, but
no more fun with other guys is what we need? How about if we only be with
other guys if it can be like it was in Dayne's room when Javy and Dylan
did both of us at the same time?"

If it was anyone else, I probably would have said no. But when it
involved Dylan, and knowing how he makes me feel, I didn't respond right
away.

"That's a tough one to think about. You liked being with Javy for his
big dick and roughness. Same with me and Dylan. But I know that Dylan and
I will never have what you and I have, and I can tell you that it would
be the same with Javy."

The oven beeped, so our pizza was ready. We got it out of the oven, cut
the pizza into eight pie shaped pieces then went into my room to watch
some Netflix. We chose the episode of "Love, Victor" where Victor and
Benji are almost ready to break up, or where Victor meets Rahim.
Parker spoke first after finishing a piece of his pizza.

"I know that there is no one else that would be boyfriend material. I
know it would never be Javy because he likes women. I liked being with
Javy. No offense, but his cock really fills me up and feels good. You
ought to know, right?" I took a drink of my Pepsi then responded.

"It's the same with Dylan. Two guys who are total guys on top. And
since we're both bottoms for the most part, those guys really turn us
on. So do we think we can survive knowing we probably shouldn't be with
those guys again sexually?" Parker thought for a moment before answering
my question.

"I mean, um, we can, or should I say I or we would have to... make every
effort to keep it just you and me, right? Why is it that we can't just
be good and leave us as us? Is it because we love being fucked by a big
cock?" We both laughed, as it sounded really bad and dirty the way he
said it. But it was true!

"Yeah, you have a good point there. The thing is that guys like Dylan
and Javy for the most part know that we love their big dicks and know
that they can have us anytime they want. I know if I texted both of them
to come over here now, they'd come over and it would be just like last
night in his little brother's room. Don't you agree?"

Parker nodded his head and smiled as he took a drink of his pop. "I'm
sure they would, and as much fun as that would be, those are the
situations we have to avoid, otherwise we're going to continue letting
any gay guy with a big dick do us any time."

"Exactly. Look babe, I love being with you. I love feeling your kisses,
your hugs, and when we make out, your body against mine. You do turn me
on, and I fell in love with you for being you. When you came out to me in
your basement on the wrestling mat. When we stood on top of the Tower of
the Americas in San Antonio, and we proclaimed our love for each other.
Those times alone made me feel better than I've felt with Dylan and
certainly with Javy. Like with Dylan, he's never kissed me or anything
like that when he's been with me. When you were in me, I felt satisfied
because I know that you love me. And when you tied me up and rode me, Oh
my god, that was incredible. It turned me on so much. So can we please
just try to forget about those guys and just exclusively be you and me?"

Once again, Parker thought before answering. Almost too long to keep from
worrying me that he'd say no, that he would not be able to survive
without being fucked by a guy with a big dick.  But then he smiled,
nodded his head yes, put his plate down and nearly jumped on me, kissing
my neck, my lips and hugging me.

"I love you so much Mr. Michaels that I will do what I can to make this
work. And right now I want you so badly."

As he stood up and pulled me to him, I could feel his cock hard against
mine. Back to my room we went.

Our clothes were off in an instant. I was on my back and Parker was once
again on top of me. We kissed for a few minutes, then he rolled me over
on my stomach and told me to get on my knees in the bottom wrestling
position. He reached around and was stroking my leaking dick, and then
started kissing my butt cheeks. When he made his way to my hole and his
tongue started quivering and licking around my hole, I thought I was
going to explode. The sensations were amazing! Apparently he had brought
the slippery stuff with him, because out of nowhere, or so it seemed, he
popped open the lid and put some of it on his index finger, rubbing the
lube around my eager hole. Despite being used and sore from last night
with the three guys, I was ready to feel my boyfriend in me.

When his burning hot cock head touched my slippery, eager hole, I was
almost begging him to slip it in. But he teased me to the point where I
almost pushed back on him. Taking this as a hint, he now slow and steady
inched it in. He felt so good! His hands were on my hips, and as he
slowly fucked me, I thought I was in heaven. But then he surprised me
when he pulled out.

"Your turn, stud. I need to feel you in me now." As he pulled out and
assumed the same position as me, he handed me the bottle of slippery
stuff.  "Do what I did, and we can keep switching, okay?" I smiled and
of course told him yes.

There was something really cool about kissing his butt and licking around
his bruised hole. I never thought it would turn me on so much, but it
did. And when I slowly drove my cock in to his hole until I could feel my
sack against his, he moaned in pleasure, and I knew he felt me.  Just
like he did to me, I pulled out a few minutes after I got all the way in.
He didn't ask why, and I switched places with him on the bed. He plunged
back into my eager hole and continued to assault my ass with his dick. We
both were really getting into this new way of fucking each other, and we
did this for almost a half hour. It was pretty cool because just as I
felt like I was going to cum, I pulled out of him and then he did the
same to me. When he felt like he was going to cum, he pulled out and then
I got back on and rode him until I was ready to explode.

Finally -- and this was really cool -- I had just pulled out of Parker in
time and he'd just plunged back into me. Without touching myself
anywhere on my body, I felt a huge orgasm build from within, as his
thrusting touched me just right inside, I shot my load all over my
sheets.  This triggered Parker's orgasm, which filled me up inside. He
began shaking and it was so intense, and grabbed onto my back, holding on
for dear life as if he was riding a bucking bronco that was going to
throw him brutally onto the ground if he let go.

Amazingly, his cock pulsating and still thrusting inside me as it fired
its creamy load into the depths of my bowels triggered a smaller, yet
still intense orgasm for me as well. It nearly drove me wild with a
pleasure I'd not felt before, shaking my whole body too! Finally when
both of us couldn't take it anymore, I collapsed on the bed face down
onto the spunk on the sheets. The cooled sticky mess touched my still
hard cock and sparse pubes while Parker also collapsed on top of me. We
laid that way for a few minutes before he rolled me over and our lips met
for the umpteenth time, our sticky cocks meeting as well, not willing to
lose their hardness. It was an incredible feeling, intensified no doubt
by the full body contact, kissing and hugging.

We nearly fell asleep in each other's arms, but a loud car approached
the intersection just outside my window, squealing its tires as it roared
off down the street, waking both of us up. The air in my room had dried
the remnants of our mess, but the smell of our sex and sweat remained. In
the dim light of my room my boyfriend's perfect muscular back invited my
touch, which caused his skin to contract into goose bumps, and caused his
softened cock to wake up against my side.

"Oh babe, that was incredible," he murmured softly. "I don't want to
get up or leave your side. I could stay in your arms all night. But my
parents are supposed to get home in an hour or so. We'd probably best
get a shower so I can get home before they do. He felt so good lying next
to me that I didn't want to let him go but I acquiesced, and we
practically staggered into the bathroom where we embraced under the
comfort of the hot water, soaping each other which caused our passion to
rise again. This time we let our hands do the trick, first Parker
stroking me while his hardness was firmly placed against my cheeks as he
moved it up and down. This new sensation of having his hand stroking me
caused me to shoot within two minutes, spraying the shower wall with my
cream. Parker hadn't cum yet, so switching positions, my still hard cock
was nestled against his cheeks, and reaching around to stroke him felt
incredible but sort of weird. Nonetheless, I stroked him like I would
jack myself, and it only took a minute before his load sprayed the wall
next to mine. Finally we'd satisfied and exhausted ourselves sexually,
our cocks finally softened just as the hot water slowly turned to cool.

We toweled off, taking time to exchange "I love you" and kisses before
getting dressed. I didn't want him to leave, but we both knew that this
night we would not be able to stay together, and Parker needed to be home
before his parents arrived. I put my worn red cotton robe on that was
almost too small for me; Parker got dressed in his sweats, and within
minutes of ten thirty, he was out the door and on his bike going back
home. I told him to text me when he got home, even though it was only
about a five minute ride. I closed the door as he rode off into the night
and reflected on the events that transpired over the past two nights. A
minute or too later Parker texted me letting me know he was home.

< Babe, I'm home. Thanks for the fun Halloween night. See you @ school
tomorrow. `rents     aren't home yet. Love you!

< Cool hun. Love you too! (three kisses emojis).

All was well that ended well. We'd worked through the events of the
party at Dylan's house, and both agreed that we would do whatever it
would take to avoid hooking up with other guys and would just be with
each other and no one else. I was smiling to myself happy that we'd once
again came to an agreement and would still remain a young gay couple,
very much in love with each other.

******
The remainder of the night went by quickly as I slept a dreamless sleep.
When my alarm went off at six, I thought it was Saturday again and nearly
fell back asleep. But I got up, showered, ate breakfast and was ready to
go when Mom got home. We talked for a bit about our nights and then she
took me and Parker to school. Our day and week went great and before we
knew it was the weekend again.

Everything was going well for a change. My side was healing very well. A
trip to the doctor the following week showed that the cracks in my ribs
had healed well, and the doctor told me that by the first of December I
would be cleared to resume doing about anything I wanted to do, including
practicing for wrestling! I was so excited to know that I would be ready
to resume training at Parker's house and actually sign up for freshmen
wrestling at school!
We had settled into a good routine for the first three weeks of the
month. Since we each had a lot of homework, we couldn't spend much time
together during the week. But on the weekends we would sleepover Friday
and Saturday nights, one usually at my house, then the other night at
Parker's house. We both got what we needed, and one of those weekends I
think I counted something like seven times that we'd came. Sundays were
usually spent at our own houses resting up for Monday.

Before we knew it, the week of Thanksgiving was upon us. I was excited
thinking about the idea that Parker and I would be able to spend the
weekend together, just me and him.. Since my doctor's appointment would
be on the day before Thanksgiving, I had hinted to Parker that the doctor
would be clearing me to resume all and any activities, including
practicing for wrestling. The idea of us being back on the huge wrestling
mat in Parker's basement got me hard just thinking about how the two of
us found out about each other, and just how fun it would be to feel his
body against mine on the mat.
We'd rode the bus home from school on Monday and Parker told me that
he'd talk to me later, since his dad was on vacation this week. So I got
home and right away started my math homework, waiting for Mom to wake up.
She only had to work three days this week, and then would also have five
days off.

I'd just about finished up my math when I got a text from Parker.

< Hey Babe, guess what? Got news about the extra-long weekend.

< Oh yeah? Your parents are going out of town leaving you home so we can
be together?

< Um, sort of like that. But not quite.

< What does that mean?

< We're going to Austin to my Aunt's house for Thanksgiving! We leave
tomorrow afternoon!

My heart sank. All of my plans of being together with him had now been
vaporized. So I tried to respond in a happy tone, but it wasn't easy.

< Oh. Lucky for you! Flying, right?

< Yes! I can't wait.

< I bet. (sad emoji, with tears). Gonna miss you. Six days? Coming back
on Sunday?

< Aww, don't cry. We'll be back Sunday afternoon.

Yup, so there it was. My anticipated five day weekend was going to boring
as could be. All I could do was send him back a half smiling, half sad
emoji and then he didn't respond. Worse off, would he be hooking up with
Luis again? No! not Luis! I tried not to let my imagination take off and
run away from me, but given what happened when we were in San Antonio,
anything was indeed possible.

Monday night came and went, and now Tuesday was upon us, and Parker would
be leaving right after the next class after lunch. Just before lunch we
both went into the boys' bathroom near the lunchroom to use the bathroom
and get ready for lunch.

We both took a leak and were about to wash our hands. Parker looked at
me, I looked at him and it was then that we realized that this would be
the last time we'd see each other for six days. Parker wrapped his arms
around me in a big hug then whispered in my ear.

"I'm going to miss you babe. I wish we could be together, and I asked
if I could stay home and hang out with you, but my parents wouldn't let
me do that. So here's something to remember me by."

He then moved to kiss me and of course our lips found each other, and we
must have been French kissing for almost a minute when the door opened
and none other than Big T walked in. We quickly broke our embrace, and
luckily Big T didn't see us kissing but instead caught us still in each
other's arms.

"Hey guys, what's going on here?" he inquired, curious to see us this
close together, as if he expected something was up between us. I quickly
responded.

"Hey Big T. Nothing going on here. Parker was just telling me that
his...aunt in Texas is really sick. He's kinda broken up over it all."
Parker now had to look sad even though the front of his pants told a
different story.

"Yeah, she's my favorite aunt. Aunt... Bessie." She might not make it,
so we're going to Texas to see her, you know, um, during Thanksgiving
break. So Carter just gave me a hug to comfort me. I'm not doing very
good with it right now." With that he almost began crying on cue. I
wouldn't say he began bawling, but it was pretty close. I put my hand on
his shoulder and trying to bust out laughing I barely could choke out the
words and another hug that sealed the deal.

"It's going to be okay, man. We're here for you, right T?"  T then
put his big hand on Parker's shoulder, the one that he'd just used to
touch himself while he took a leak, and I thought Parker was going to
freak out. I know I almost did as I broke my embrace with Parker, and we
all walked out of the bathroom AFTER T washed his hands.

Crisis averted; no harm done.

T had bought our story. Phew. I know at some point we will have to come
out at school, but just not right at the moment.

After lunch we went back to the bathroom. Luckily there was no one
inside. We had one more embrace, one more quick kiss, our ears alertly
listening for any sound that indicated someone else might be coming into
the bathroom. Thankfully, no one did.  I was starting to feel sad but
tried to smile as we left the bathroom once again with hard cocks tenting
in our jeans. Just then we saw Dylan and Wyatt walking towards us and
I'm sure they noticed our condition.

"Carter-man! Parker! You guys a little bit too excited to be here, I
see!" he blurted out, causing Wyatt to smile as his eyes quickly glanced
down to our jeans.

"Hey Dylan, hey Wyatt." I tried to laugh it off, but the sight of those
two together just had me immediately thinking about Dylan's party, which
was the last time I'd seen or talked to Dylan. They both looked really
hot together and I couldn't help but wonder how the quiet, sexy, tall,
and thin Wyatt looked like naked, and how big his dick was. I guess I
stared a little too much because as my eyes glanced back up, they met
Wyatt's eyes and we locked in for a few seconds and I saw him faintly
smile at me, which caused my cock to twitch in my briefs. "Just heading
back to our next class. You guys on your way to lunch?"

"Yes we are, then it's on to Dylan's tutoring session in the
library." Wyatt responded in his soft, yet confident voice. "You guys
have a great afternoon."

"Thanks, we will." Parker responded. "I'm leaving for Texas in an
hour. Hope you guys have a great Thanksgiving." Both Dylan and Wyatt
noticed the sad look that came over my face."

"Aww, well you have a safe trip, Parker. Carter, we'll check in on you
to see how you're surviving, okay?" I nodded and told them that'd be
cool, which drew a quick glance from Parker, who had a quick, skeptical
look on his face. They both left and as we walked to our next classes,
Parker was going to say something about their promise of checking in on
me, but I quickly shot down his fears.

"Don't worry babe, I'm not interested in them, I promise." Parker
nodded his head as we were now at the door to his class. Boldly, I gave
him a quick hug and after whispering in his ear that I loved him, I said
loud enough so anyone that saw us embrace could hear: "I'll be praying
for Aunt Bessie's speedy recovery. See you on Sunday."

Parker just smiled and went into his class, while I walked away to my
next class almost in tears.

******
The rest of my day was uneventful. Parker sent me a text around eight pm
letting me know that they'd arrived in Austin safely and would soon be
arriving at the hotel where they would be staying. He didn't know which
hotel but promised pics later. I responded with smiley face emoji's,
when in fact I was like a lost kid. The idea of spending the next six
days without being able to at least kiss and hug my boyfriend was going
to be like an eternity.

Wednesday arrived and apparently several of my friends at school noticed
that I was not being myself and asked me what was wrong. I just shrugged
them off and told them I wasn't feeling well. I'd make it, I told
myself.

On a brighter note, I did get cleared by the doctor to resume all
physical activity! My cracked ribs had healed, and now I could return to
gym class and best of all, start wrestling practice! I was going to wait
to tell Parker until he got back from Texas. He would be surprised!
Another cool thing was that Mom had the entire Thanksgiving weekend off.
We would be having Thanksgiving dinner at my Tia Rosa's house, so that
meant I'd have to hang out with Javy the entire day.

And that's just about how Thursday started. We got to Tia's house about
noon. My whole family was there, all of my cousins, aunts, and uncles
from my Mom's side of the family were there.  All together I think there
must have been thirty of us crammed into their house. According to most
of my Tia's who hadn't seen me in a while I had grown a little taller
and "mas guapo" (more handsome) than before. Of course they all asked
me if I had a novia (girlfriend) and of course I said that I didn't, but
I heard Javy whisper under his breath "tiene novio" (he has a
boyfriend) which thankfully no one else heard. That comment by Javy
really pissed me off.

The dinner was awesome, consisting of a cultural blend of food. Someone
brought churros for dessert, there were even some tamales, which are
usually only made during Christmas. Of course there was a couple of
turkeys, one cooked in the oven, the other done on my Tio's grill. All I
know is that I ate too much, and while the guys were watching football, I
fell asleep on Javy's bed while anticipating a text from Parker.

Of course once the football game was over, Javy came in and woke me up by
grabbing my hand and putting it on the front of his Nike sweats where I
awoke to my hand feeling his half erect cock, which immediately caused me
to yank my hand away as I was startled by his bold move.

"Hey cabron, what are you doing? What if our primos (cousins) come in
here and see you doing that?"

"No worries, guey, they're all playing on the old PS downstairs. Hey
cabron, why don't you spend the night? We can really have fun like
before! Come on, ese! Tu mama ya dice que si!"

Crap. He already asked my mom if I could stay over, and of course she
said yes.. I know what would happen if I did. But he persisted.

"Come on bro, don't you think your novio is having fun with his old
novio in Texas, Luis?  Aye maricon, live a little. It's not like you're
cheating on him bro. We're primos and primos can do this sort of thing
and it's okay. I bet if you were at Dylan's house you'd let him do
you. Por favor? (Please?)"

He was begging now. Then he said something that told me that he found out
more of what went on at Dylan's Halloween party.

"Okay, I'll tell you what. I heard you lost your cherry and did your
novio. Congratulations, guey! How do you like being on top instead of
being the bottom bitch? So I'll let you do me. Guess I like it to. Still
being on top is lo major (the best) but I'd be okay with your baby dick
in me. I just miss that fine culo (ass) of yours, primo. Besides, your
novio likes my big dick too. He really likes it cabron."

I was starting to get pissed and madder by the second. In fact, I was on
the verge of crying, and Javy knew that. He knew how to push the right
buttons. And he had pushed mine.

In the past when Javy started like this, I would have given in to his
desires. Yes, the idea of his verga grande inside me was getting me hard
(and he sensed that) but I had to remain vigilant in my commitment to
Parker. And if Parker was indeed fooling around with Luis again, then
it's on HIM and not on me. I had to believe that Javy was just fucking
with my mind and was playing whatever game he could play with me to make
me give it up to him again. And an overwhelming part of me was going that
way.

I had to get out of his room and cool off. This used car salesman had
just about convinced me to take what he was selling even though deep
inside I didn't want it. So I got up and left the room, telling him I
needed the bathroom.

Luckily no one was in the bathroom. I went in, locked the door, unbuckled
my belt, pulled down my skinny jeans and CK briefs, then sat down on the
toilet. My dick, now free, was plastered against my groin leaking precum.
I looked down at it, thinking about how much had happened in my life
since the last time I was in this bathroom. My dick seemed bigger now, my
balls bigger, and I definitely had a lot more hair around my balls and
above my dick. The more I thought about those changes, the times I'd
been with Javy, when we got caught by my Tio, then all of the times with
Dylan, Javy, and Parker, the harder I got and the more I realized I was
getting hornier by the second. I also knew that I couldn't give in to
Javy's pressuring, even though the thought of his verga going inside me
made me want him more and more.

As those thoughts permeated my brain, the precum began to flow, the
flashbacks of Javy fucking me and then Parker coming out to me on the
wrestling mat also were going past my mind's eye as if it was just
yesterday. I could almost taste that first kiss that we shared on the
mat, his hot and sweaty body hovering over me, our cocks so hard with
anticipation. As my fingers smeared the precum over the head of my dick
and when my index finger touched the sensitive spot under the head, I
knew it wouldn't take long before I exploded. It's like he was there
with me now, his lips finding the head, his tongue touching the sensitive
spot, and now his lips firmly wrapped around my length, going up and down
almost to my groin. His moist and hot mouth, his tongue caressing the
entire length of my shaft, so carefully, yet raging with passion and
desire.

That's all it took.

Almost painfully, I pushed my dick as far down as I could before the
first jet hit. Then the second, third, fourth and finally a fifth or six
jet that seemed to last forever plastered the inside of the toilet bowl.
I could feel him with me. I could taste his kisses. I could smell his
aroma. I missed him.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door that jarred me out of my daydream
where Parker had just given me the most incredible blow job.

"Carter? Are you okay in there, mi amor?" It was the voice of mi Tia
Rosa.

"Oh, si, Tia. I just had to you know, go numero dos and it was
dificil." I lied and told her that I just went number two and that it
was difficult.

"Aye Carter, necesitas tomar aceite ahorita, y tu esomago sera major."
She told me to take some olive oil, which would help my stomach be
better, which would then help me go poop better.  I just smiled and
almost laughed, as that's how she is.

Ah, the joys of growing up in a Mexican family where everything can be
cured with Olive Oil and Vicks Vapor rub. When I was little whenever I
got a cold abuelita would tell my mom to put Vapor rub on practically
everything. And whenever my stomach ached, it was a teaspoon of Olive Oil
-- Aceite. Fond memories indeed.

I found some air freshener to spray in the bathroom to mask the smell of
my supposed bowel movement that was more like my cum being splattered in
the toilet.

Of course when I went out of the bathroom my mom, tias, and abuelita all
asked if my tummy was okay. I then had an idea.

"No mama, I need to go to the bano, but no puedo. I think I need to lay
down." So of course she gave me some olive oil, and then my Tia made me
a cup of some herbal tea that was supposed to help too. I laid down on
the couch when Javy walked by and asked me what was wrong with me. When I
told him the only thing he muttered under his breath was "mentiroso"
which means liar.  To his response I just said "pendejo" which loosely
means shithead. I really didn't want to spend the night with him and
maybe I'd have to tell my mom the real truth if she asked why on our way
home.  Then again, maybe not...

Either way, we stayed for a few more hours and I started feeling better,
of course. I even went back and played some Mario Cart with Javy. I was
still somewhat pissed at him but tried to be at least somewhat civil with
him until it was time to go. Things had settled down, at least in that
way, or so I thought.

We were halfway through our game when Javy brought it up again, this time
it was about Dylan.

"So primo, you and Dylan? You been with him again since his party?"

"No. How about you? You seem like you know him better than me."

"No, cabron. That's his thing hitting on both sides of the plate. I try
looking for pussy, but the bitches don't put out for me. And now
Dylan's hangin' out with Wyatt more since soccer has ended. Que piensas
tu? (What do you think?)"

"No se, hombre. (I don't know, man.)" I mean that party... Look cabron,
I really don't want to talk about it, but let's just say that neither
Parker nor I want to go to another party at Dylan's."  Then I blurted
out what I have been wanting to say but never had the guys to say to
Javy.

"Look hombre, what happened at Dylan's with you, Dylan and Isaac to me
and Parker was kinda fun at first, but then when you guys took advantage
of me when I had passed out from that punch and my pain meds, when I came
to and realized what happened, I was not very happy to know that you took
advantage of me by sleeping with my boyfriend and letting them do me when
I was passed out. I know you don't understand because you've not been
in a relationship with someone you really care about and love. Doesn't
matter if it is a guy or a girl. We've now made a commitment to each
other. No messing around. Period."

"You expect me to believe that mierda (shit), primo?"

"If you don't than that is your problem. But you need to respect me and
Parker's wishes and leave us be. If he doesn't want to be with me and
wants to be with someone else, then so be it. But for now, it's just
between me and him. No more sharing with two, three, or four people."

"Okay primo. But you know you want me. And guess what? When you come
looking for me, I'm not going to be here."

I just shook my head in agreement, content with his response. "Cool
primo. Gracias."

We played for the next half hour in silence. When mom knocked on the door
to Javy's room and asked if I was feeling better, I told her I was and
that I was ready to go home when she was ready.

A few minutes later we said our goodbyes and shook hands or hugged
everyone who'd came to the dinner. Javy, who had been quite cocky before
was now more subdued than ever. He shook my hand, we embraced as we
normally would. He then whispered into my ear "if you change your mind,
you can come back. Somos familia. Es diferente (we are family, and it's
different for family.) I told him thanks, and as we broke our embrace,
Mom and I walked out of the house complete with an armload of leftovers.
The cold night air woke me up, as did the fifteen minute ride home. Mom
didn't say much for the first five minutes, but then spoke.

"So why didn't you want to spend the night with Javy, mi amor? Did
something happen I need to know about? You guys were always so close
until now."

"It's complicated, Mom. I'm not sure how to talk about it with you.
But when I figure it out, I'll let you know, is that okay?"

"Claro que si, mi amor (Yes it is, my love). I will try not to pry. But
just remember I am open minded and will be there for you if you want to
talk about it later."

"Gracias, Mama. I responded.

And indeed the entire circle of fun, for lack of better words, involving
me, Parker, Javy, Isaac, Dylan, and now Noah had gotten crazy and
seemingly out of control. It's like a freaking soap opera, almost. But
at the core of it all is my relationship with Parker. We're the only
ones that are boyfriends and it seems like the other four just want to be
involved with us for sex. I guess one thing I'm quickly learning is that
guys like it almost any way they can get it and don't care whose
feelings get hurt. What is that saying, we want to have our cake and eat
it too?

Shortly after we got home, I showered and was so tired that I talked to
Mom for a little bit and then decided to go to bed. We kissed goodnight,
and soon I was asleep. I woke up around eight o'clock Friday morning
feeling refreshed, but still lazy and decided to go back to sleep. When I
woke up the second time around eleven, I did hear mom making breakfast. I
tried to ignore my morning wood that refused to subside, so I walked out
to the kitchen with the head of my cock nearly poking out of the
waistband of my CK briefs.

After a delicious breakfast consisting of chorizo eggs, Mexican bread and
orange juice, Mom and I talked for a while before she got dressed and
went Black Friday shopping with my Tia Rosa. Once again she asked me
about why I didn't want to stay overnight with Javy. I just told her I
was really tired and just wanted to get caught up on my sleep. She
didn't buy my story, but let it go for the moment. I'm sure I'll be
asked in more details later tonight.
Mom was gone until around four when Tia Rosa dropped her off. She had an
armload of bags from several different stores. I was curious to know what
was for dinner, but before I could ask her she told me that she had a
date who was picking her up in an hour, so she had to get ready. I asked
her who the lucky guy was, and she just basically blew me off and told me
that she'd tell me later. Apparently she was going to meet him at an
Italian restaurant in town.

For once on a Saturday night I had no plans. Parker wouldn't be back
until tomorrow; I didn't want anything to do with Javy. Dylan? I didn't
really know what was going on with him, as I'd not heard from him in a
while. Same with Emma. So my plans were to stay at home, stay warm, and
stay lazy.

After Mom left at five, it was quiet in the house. I took a nice long
shower where of course I jacked off thinking about the time when Parker
tied me up and fucked me for the first time. All it took was for my right
index finger to reach down and touch my hole as my left hand stroked my
stiff, leaking cock. As I rubbed the pucker to my hole and teased the
opening, I scooped up some of the leaking precum and rubbed it on the
hole, allowing me to easily stick two fingers inside, which was all it
took to shoot my load on the wall inside the shower.

Finally after about a twenty minute shower, I dried myself off, got
dressed in a tee shirt and my blue Nike sweats. No underwear, just free
balling it. I laid on my back on my bed and looked at my phone, more
specifically at the pictures of me and Parker. There were quite a few,
but the one I like the most was the one we took outside the little ice
cream store in the town where the bike path ended. Then of course the one
where we were kissing, and the one where we both had our shirts off
together. It was way too easy to see the bulges in our basketball shorts.
Then there was the one on top of the Tower of the Americas in San
Antonio. Yeah, he had me pretty bad, pretty bad in love with him.

I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss him. I missed everything about
him. His smile, his voice, his touch, his laugh, well and of course his
dick, the way it tasted in my mouth, the way it felt in me, on me. The
way I felt in him. Dang it, now I'm hard again. The more I thought of
him and me doing anything sexual, the harder and the hornier I got. So of
course my hand slipped inside my sweats. I closed my eyes and let my
imagination take over.

So the weird thing is that I must have fallen asleep. Yeah, that is
strange especially thinking that I was definitely hard and dripping again
as I slowly stroked my dick thinking about me and Parker. But instead of
like it was in the shower where my mind replayed an actual time where he
first fucked me, this time it was more like a dream.

It started where me and him were on my bed, like we've been before. We
were kissing each other, fully clothed, but not for long. First our
shirts came off, then we took turns kissing and licking each other's
neck, chest, nipples, abs, lips, ears, neck again, and then Parker
unbuckled my belt, unzipped my jeans, slipped them off to reveal the very
big bulge in my briefs. This time I was wearing some Mario briefs of all
things, and Parker was now kissing the head of my cock through the fabric
of the briefs. It was my turn now, and I did the same to him, Only he was
wearing Sponge Bob briefs, his bulge more pronounced than mine. After a
few minutes, we found ourselves going down on each other's cocks. He
felt so good in my mouth, and his expert tongue was going crazy on my
cock.

Then it got a little weird. The door to my room opened and both Dylan and
Javy walked into the room. We stopped blowing each other, and instead
watched as both of them took their clothes off, exposing their big dicks
which were now very hard.

"Look Dylan, the novios (boyfriends) are sucking each other. I think
they need us to give them what they can't give each other." Javy said
in a sarcastic tone of voice. "You take my primo, I'll gladly take his
novio."

The next thing I knew they separated us, pulled us to them, just like
they'd done at Dylan's party. I was one side of the bed on my stomach
with my legs over the edge of the bed, my butt in the air. Parker was in
the same position opposite of me; we embraced and began kissing as Dylan
began licking my butt causing me to moan and kiss Parker even harder.
Javy was doing the same to Parker and our moans became louder. Moments
later in unison, they entered us at the same time. We embraced each other
harder, the looks on our faces were one of sheer delight mixed with a
slight grimace as their size took a moment for us to accommodate. But
moments later, they hit their rhythm, and it felt so good to have them
inside of us, hitting the right spot.  Parker and I continued kissing,
and then Dylan rolled me on my back while Javy continued to take Parker
while he laid on his stomach, making it easier for Parker to continue
kissing me.

The next thing I knew Parker was hovering over me. He took me in his
mouth, so I did the same while Dylan and Javy continued to take us. The
feeling was phenomenal, and it only took a minute or so before I felt
Parker climax in my mouth, causing a chain reaction of Javy exploding
inside Parker, Dylan shooting inside me, and my own dick exploding into
what I thought was Parker's mouth.

I opened my eyes as my right hand finished milking the last drop of my
massive load out of my throbbing cock. It was then that I realized that
I'd came inside my sweatpants. My right hand was covered in my slippery
juice and the drops of my seed were now dripping from the soft fabric of
the sweats onto my groin and sparse crop of pubes. Slowly I reached for a
tissue and began wiping up the mess, using three or four tissues before
most of it was removed.

Spent and feeling totally relaxed, I just laid on my bed thinking about
how much I missed my novio and just how much I loved him. Despite just
having a very sexual dream/fantasy about him, my cousin, and my biker
boy, there was a sense of calmness and satisfaction that consumed me. I
drifted off into a deep, dreamless sleep content knowing that at least
for this weekend I'd remained true and committed to being just with
him.