Date: Tue, 18 Jan 2022 20:15:41 +0000 (UTC)
From: austintc@aol.com
Subject: Carter and the Biker Boy, Chapter 25

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Carter and the Biker Boy

Chapter 25

I woke up about two hours after falling into a deep sleep after, well,
you know -- jacking off into my sweatpants while dreaming about being
with Parker, Dylan and Javy again. I'm not sure why I felt so darn
tired. All day long I'd felt that way, and even thought it was Saturday
when in fact it was still Friday. Maybe I ate too much turkey on
Thursday, and it messed me up. Whatever the reason it was now just about
ten pm Friday evening. Mom must have still been on her date since she was
not yet home. Almost immediately my thoughts raced to Texas, wondering
what Parker was doing and wondering why he hadn't texted or called me
yet.

I didn't want to think that he was with Luis. He didn't really say
anything about seeing him while they were there, but not hearing from him
at all got me worried. I decided to get up out of bed and take a quick
shower since the inside of my sweats were still damp with my cum, and my
sparse patch of pubes were a little crusty. Kinda gross, I know.

The warm water felt great. I must have taken like a twenty minute shower,
but it did help wake me up a bit. I got dressed in a pair of boxer
briefs, a clean pair of gray sweats, a white tee shirt and one of my old
favorite blue hoodies.

Now I was hungry, so in the refrigerator I found some leftover turkey,
stuffing, corn, mashed potatoes and gravy and some buns. Before I
realized it, my plate was full. I went back to my room after warming the
food in the microwave and started looking for something to watch on TV.
Instead of watching "Love, Victor" on Netflix, I settled for another
one of my favorite shows, one that Mom got me hooked on, "Law and Order
SVU". I hadn't watched any of the current season, so it was good to
watch one of the first episodes of the new season. After watching one
episode I jumped over to the new series of "Law and Order Organized
Crime" and started watching the first episode of the new season. I liked
this show because Elliot's son Eli, who is played by Nicky Torchia, is
super cute.

The episode was just about over, and I was totally engrossed in the drama
taking place on the screen when I heard a familiar ring tone on my phone.
It was Parker!

"Well hello!" I answered, my senses now completely alive and adrenaline
and excitement now consumed my body with the anticipation of hearing
Parker's voice on my phone.

"Hey babe, it is so good to hear your voice! How are you? Are you
home?" His voice instantly caused my dick to stir in my boxer briefs.

"Oh man, it's great to hear your voice too!  I'm doing okay, and yep,
I am home alone. Mom went on a date tonight and I've just been laying
around, watching TV, and resting. How has your Thanksgiving been so far
in Texas?"

"It's been good, but I've been super busy. Honestly, this has been the
first chance I've had to call you. I'm sorry I didn't get a chance
earlier. It is so cool here.  We're staying at my uncle's ranch and my
cousins have been keeping me busy.  Their ranch is huge, close to maybe a
thousand acres? Anyway we've been riding their ATV's, horses, and even
went swimming in their heated outdoor pool, AND played on their
trampoline! Babe, you'd really love it here."
"Nice. It sure sounds cool. I bet you don't get bored there, huh?" I
said in an envious tone of voice, wondering about his cousins, of all
things. So I asked.
 "So your cousins. Boy, girl?"

"Oh, they're super cool. Paige is the oldest, she's seventeen. Then
there's Marcia, who is our age, fifteen. Then of course the twin boys,
Brady and Brody, who are thirteen. They are super cute, and tall for
their age. They're almost taller than me! They sure like to have fun
riding the ATV's and all. And they're good at hoops. They also play
hockey on a league in one of the burbs of Austin. They've treated me
really good."

"That's cool.  So, have you seen Luis?" I boldly asked, wondering if
Parker had hooked up with his old boyfriend.

"No, not at all. Honestly babe, I didn't even let him know I was in
Texas. I learned my lesson. How about you, have you seen Javy? What about
Dylan?"

"Nope. And I do not care to see either one of them. Javy wanted me to
spend last night with him at his house and I turned him down. I know what
he wanted from me and just let him know that I wanted nothing to do with
him. He wasn't happy, but I'm still pissed at what happened at Dylan's
party."

"I agree.  I've been thinking about that still and the more I think
about it the more upset I get at what Dylan and Javy did to you. That
wasn't right."

"No it wasn't. I'm starting to think that Dylan has a big problem with
it. I'm not sure what it'd be called, but it's like he's just used to
getting his way and doesn't care how he gets it, you know?" I went on.
"I mean when we were on his brother's bed and they were, you know,
doing us, it was okay. But it's like the whole thing where he had to
know I was not feeling well but made sure to take advantage of me anyway.
It just frustrates me so much!" About then I felt the tears start to
flow. Parker sensed this and quickly responded.

"Babe, don't let it get you down. We just have to stay away from those
guys. I mean yes, Dylan is used to getting his way. And he's treating
your cousin the same way -- teaching him how to get his. I almost wonder
if those two are hooking up?" I thought about it for a moment and then
responded.

"You have a great point, hun, but I think those two are too much alike
to be with each other. But I could see Dylan doing Javy like he does me,
but not the other way around. It's like all of the times I've been
around Dylan I've never seen him take it from another guy. Javy, yes --
but not Dylan. I dunno. All I do know is that I can't wait for you to
get home on Sunday!"

I changed the subject because I was now hard as a rock thinking about
Dylan and Javy and having sex with both of them. Also my mind raced as I
envisioned Parker and me together like we'd done so many times: his
naked body lying on top of mine, our steel hard cocks hot and leaking on
our bellies, too soon to explode with cum all over my thin waist and
smooth chest.

"I agree. Sunday cannot come soon enough, even though I'm having a
super fun time here. Hopefully we can come back here during the summer
next year. You'd love my cousins. They've even asked about you and I
showed them your picture. Paige and Marcia think you're super cute. Bray
and Bro agree with them. I just smile and tell them you're my best
friend. I sometimes wonder about those two, but it's probably just
because they are twins. I'll get their picture and will share it with
you so you can see what I mean."

"Do you think they're gay?" I boldly asked.

"No, I mean they're into like everything typical normal guys do. It's
not like they are into knitting or homo stuff or playing with dolls. But
when they start wrestling around, it's fun to watch. They way they've
pinned each other is really sexual, or maybe just wishful thinking on my
part. But when they wrestle around in just their boxer briefs on the rug
in their huge bedroom, both of them are usually hard. You can just
tell!"

"Wow, really? Do you think they've messed around before?" I was
totally intrigued now and the idea of twins going at it got me super
horny. Parker just sighed before responding.

"They probably have, but of course they're not going to do anything
with me here. I can tell you that when we were riding the ATV's and had
stopped by a creek, they both whipped their dicks out to pee and weren't
afraid to pee right in front of me and I got a peek. Let's just say that
as thirteen year olds, they've got big dicks!"

"Wow, that's interesting. I bet they've fooled around with each other.
I know if you were my twin and we grew up together, I'd have fooled
around with you!" I offered, expecting a laugh or a disgusting response.
Instead I was surprised by Parker's response.

"Oh heck yeah! We'd never leave the room! Imagine? Sleeping together in
the same room? We'd be able to do it every single night, and sometimes
three or four times!"

I laughed.  Man I missed my boyfriend.  Good thing that he'd be home on
Sunday. I asked just to be sure. "So you're going to be home Sunday,
right?"

"Yes, actually we have an early flight and should be home in the early
afternoon. Want to come over after I get home? Or I can come over to your
house? Does your mom work Sunday?"

"Yes, she'll be going back to Sunday night, but yeah, either I can come
to your house, or you can come here. Although I'd like to start
wrestling practice now that I'm cleared by the doctor from my cracked
ribs!"

"Yes! That's right! Thanks, now I'm getting hard thinking about us
wrestling again. You know what happened the last time we were on the mat,
right?"

"How can I forget! That was the best night of my life, finding out about
you and you finding out about me!" I was starting to leak into my boxer
briefs now just thinking about that night when Parker and I discovered
who we were. "Man I just want to be with you. I miss you so much!"

"I miss you too, babe.  How about we face time?"

"That sounds great! I'll hang up." Moments later there he was, live
and in the flesh. He was laying on a bed in what I believed to be a
guest's bedroom. The room looked beautiful -- all decorated in
southwestern motif, with light brown tile, white walls and pictures of
cactus and other Mexican looking pictures. But I really didn't care
about that, all I cared about was seeing my boyfriend. And he looked
awesome too. Shirtless wearing just his CK black briefs, I could tell
that he had a massive boner that was pointing to the left. I gave him the
same show: shirtless but wearing my black boxer briefs. Then I was
surprised with what he told me, but I did it anyway.

"Touch your nipples, squeeze them gently," he instructed. I did as he
said. "Now rub your dick from the outside of your briefs." As I touched
myself, rubbing my throbbing dick, I awaited his instructions. "Okay,
now slip your hand inside and start stroking your cock. Don't pull your
underwear down just yet."  I could feel precum on the tip of my cock,
and even though I'd just jacked off earlier, this new sensation was
driving me to the point of explosion.

"Is your dick leaking precum?" he now asked, in a whisper almost, as if
he was worried about someone hearing him.

"Yes, you know how much mine leaks when you are touching me." I
responded with a whisper as well, not really knowing why I did.

"Rub your finger around your dickhead, then smear that precum all over
your cock." I did as he said, and now I was super hard and wet. "Now
start stroking. Let me see you stroke it, close up."

I did as he said, and now I could see him doing the same thing.

"Now put your index finger in your mouth and get it wet." I did that
but was surprised what he told me next.

"Put that finger between your legs and touch your hole." As soon as the
tip of my finger found my hole, suddenly my cock jumped, and I just
really wanted to feel his cock there.

"Smear some of your precum from your cock to your hole, put in your
finger as far as you can."

I pushed my finger in as far as it could go, and the sensations were
tremendous.

"Can you set your phone down so I can see you stroke your cock while
you're fingering your hole?" I said that I would try, and luckily I was
able to set one of my pillows just right, so the phone's camera got a
perfect view of me playing with myself. "Great so now just stroke your
cock until you cum."

It only took about five strokes before I felt a hefty orgasm brewing from
deep inside. Even though I'd came a few hours ago, this felt like it was
going to be a huge load.

Yep, sure enough as I watched Parker doing the same thing to himself as I
was doing to myself, I exploded first, all over my smooth chest. Seeing
me explode drove Parker over the edge, and he darn near shot his load
over his chest -- some of the cum hit his face.  Just then I clearly
heard a knock on a door over the phone in his room. I thought I heard a
boy's voice call his name.

"Oh crap, it's my cousin. Hang on." He set his phone back on the bed,
and I saw him grab his tee shirt, wiping his chest and pulling his
underwear up.

 "Just a second." I heard him call out to his cousin. I saw him walk to
the door with just his underwear on. He answered the door and his cousin
who had a University of Texas tee shirt and shorts on walked in, looking
around. The dude looked to be a good six inches taller than Parker and
looked super cute, with tussled blonde hair that was longer in the front
and shorter on the sides and in back. He spoke to Parker in a deep voice
that seemed to not really match his body, if you will. His southern drawl
was quite evident.

"Hey cuz, whatcha all doin? Wanna eat something?"

"Sure man, what are you gonna eat?"

"We're gonna throw a couple of frozen pizzas in the oven. You in?"

"Yeah, sure. I'll get dressed."

"Cool, cuz. Hey, what's that on your cheek?"

Parker had a horrified look on his face and with his right hand he
quickly wiped off a stray shot of his semen that had landed on his face.

"Whoa dude, were you... jackin' off? Is that yer girlfriend on yer
phone?"

Quickly Parker said he wasn't, but then as he grabbed his phone before
his cousin could get to it I saw a horrified look on his face as his
mouth silently whispered "bye" and then the screen went dark.

Now I was left wondering what went on there after he stopped the call. I
laughed to myself as I realized my own load was starting to dry on my
chest, so I grabbed some tissues and started wiping up the remnants of my
drying jizz. Thinking a shower would be best, that's what I did. It was
a quick one, no jerking, just let the warm water cascade over my relaxed
body, knowing that my boyfriend still loved me and by the sounds of it
was behaving himself too.

The phone call from Parker made me feel more relaxed knowing that not
only was he having a good time at his aunt and uncle's ranch in Texas,
but also that he had not had a visit from Luis or Nathan.  Essentially,
talking with him also validated my reasons for not hanging out with Dylan
or Javy.

I was just about ready to crawl in bed to go to sleep when my phone
buzzed. I thought it was Parker texting me back, so I quickly looked to
see what he'd written.

It wasn't Parker and in fact the text made me a little nervous. It was
from Big T.

< Hey Carter, r u up?

I texted him back quickly, wondering why he would text me.

< Hey T, yeah, I'm up. What's going on? How r u?

< I'm not so good.

Waiting for him to write more, I hesitated in texting him back. Five
minutes passed and he still had not responded. So now I was getting
worried. Finally just as I was going to write, he texted me back.

< You know I live with my aunt and uncle.

Now I responded.

< Yes. What's going on. R u okay?

< No. My uncle had a heart attack tonight. He is in the ICU at the
hospital where your mom works. Him and me got in a big argument tonight.
It was because of me.

< Oh no, is he going to be okay?

< I dunno. If he dies it's gonna be my fault. That's what my aunt
said.

I was surprised, concerned, and even worried about the news from Big T.
The conversation or confrontation he had with his uncle that led to his
uncle having a heart attack must have been horrible.

He did tell me that he would let me know how his uncle was doing as soon
as his aunt called him from the ICU. I texted him and told him that if he
needed to talk I would be there for him.

Sure enough a few moments later he called me, in tears.

"Hey Carter, sorry to bother you man, but I don't have anyone else to
talk to. I am like so worried about my uncle. I mean it is like if he...
Well, I don't know what my aunt and me will do."

He suddenly began sobbing, the silent moments between words grew longer
as I could hear my good friend, a mountain of a boy my age, almost as
tough as nails reduced to that of a sorrowful boy.

I had to search for words to console my friend.

"He's gonna be okay, T.  There is no way your uncle will leave you and
your aunt alone. Dude, you just gotta have faith, you know?"
I tried to search for the words to calm his fears, but he became more
despondent.

"But Carter, what you don't understand is that it is my fault that this
happened. He was yelling at me because of the mess in my room and...and
I... I was so upset because he made me stop playing my Minecraft game that
I lost what I was doing, and I screamed back at him. Then he started
screaming back at me for being a lazy fat ass kid that doesn't appreciate
anything. That's when I got mad and wanted to punch him, but instead I
punched the wall, putting a hole in the drywall. He started screaming at
me even louder, then all of a sudden he stopped, grabbed his chest, and
fell to the floor in the hallway. Aunt Tina called 911 and the paramedics
came, gave him some oxygen and some shots, and then took him in the
ambulance to the hospital. Now my aunt is super pissed at me, blaming me
for this. What am I gonna do?"

I really didn't know how to respond to Big T.  I could understand his
reasons to be really worried about his uncle, I mean after all he had
told me that if it wasn't for his aunt and uncle, he would have wound up
in a foster house somewhere, where things could be really bad.  So it
only made sense that he was upset and worried about whether or not his
uncle would survive having a heart attack if that's truly what it was.
So I just said what I thought would get him to calm down.

"Dude, you just have to take some deep breaths, try to relax and keep in
contact with your aunt. If something changes, I am sure she will let you
know. And if you believe in God, then you can pray with all your might
that he will be fine." My words were followed by silence on the other
end of the phone. I got this nervous feeling in my stomach, not really
knowing just what to say to my friend. He clearly was quite despondent
and believed that what happened to his uncle was all his fault. I
continued trying to console him.

"You know, maybe what you can do is clean your room. Then when he comes
home from the hospital, he will be surprised when he sees how good you
did by cleaning up your room, and then all will be forgotten."

I could hear T as he blew his nose, cleared his voice, then finally he
started talking again.

"That's a great idea, Carter. Thanks. I will do that.  You're right.
When he comes home later he will see how nice my room is and we'll all
be happy again. Hey, maybe you can come over and help me tomorrow?"

"Um, I'll see.  I have some things to do here, um, like uh, clean my
own room and have dinner with my mom tomorrow. Then Parker gets back from
his trip to Texas, and I'd like to see him again too before school
starts on Monday." I could hear sadness in voice when he responded to
me.

"Oh. Okay. I understand. Well I had better get going. Thanks for talking
to me." He quickly tried to end our conversation, so I figured I'd
better keep talking to him for at least a few more minutes.

"Wait, T. I think I can probably try to get down to see you Sunday if
that's okay? I'll just have to tell my mom when she gets home."

"Yeah, that'd be cool, Carter. Thanks, I appreciate you being my
friend.  You're like one of the only the guys at school that's nice to
me. Everyone else things I'm just a big stupid dumb freak."

"T, you're not a freak. You're one of the coolest guys I know. Don't
let those idiots bring you down. You care about guys like me and have
protected me from getting beat up or hassled several times. So for that,
I'm gonna stand by you during your tough times," I concluded.

"Really? You mean that?" he asked, almost in disbelief. I replied that
it was true. He thanked me again, and then said he felt better, and was
going to let me go.

After we finished talking, I reflected back on his reaction to what I had
told him about not being a freak and being a good friend to me. Then it
dawned on me that like me being bullied, T was also bullied, but for
being different than everybody else, the opposite of me. Where I was
bullied for being small and skinny, T was bullied for being tall and
overweight. Now I was sad, but also glad that I knew how to talk to him
and how to boost him up and make him laugh. I would have to make the time
to go help my friend and try to cheer him up.

I went to bed around midnight and didn't hear my mom come home from her
date.  She didn't really tell me who she was going out with, nor would
she tell me in the morning. She really didn't date all that much, since
very rarely did she have a weekend off like she did this weekend.

Her date with her new mystery man was no exception. In the morning I woke
up fairly early, around eight-thirty. I had some homework to wrap up, so
after eating a bowl of cereal and drinking some orange juice, I went back
to my room to do complete the English writing assignment that was due on
Monday. It consisted of trying to give a reader's response to three
poems that were chosen by our teacher. The interpretation was fairly
easy, as one had to do with death and being buried in a cemetery, the
other had to do with war, and finally the third poem dealt with a young
girl who'd fallen in love for the first time.

Mom finally got up around eleven.  She'd had a good time on her date. I
didn't ask too many questions, but I could tell by the aura surrounding
her that she had a good time. She couldn't stop smiling! I asked her if
I was going to get to meet the guy soon and she just nodded her head and
smiled, saying that maybe she would have him over for dinner in a few
weeks.

One thing Mom was good about was protecting me from the guys she'd dated
in the past. I didn't understand it when I was younger, but now that I
was going to turn sixteen in five months, I started to understand more
about dating and how people break up after a few dates. She didn't want
me to get attached too soon to a guy only to break up with him a few
months later. I felt bad for her because if it wasn't for me, I'm sure
she'd have met someone nice that would treat her well, better than my
dad treated her. Not many guys could accept a woman with a teenaged son,
let alone a gay teenaged son.
We went Christmas shopping in the afternoon, and Mom pretty much let me
pick out my own clothes for my gifts. We did get quite a bit done,
including some Adidas stuff for Javy from me. We even found some cool
gifts for Parker as well. Mom was super cool about that.

Instead of eating dinner at home, we opted to eat at Red Robin.  We both
loved their fries. I love their bacon cheeseburger, so does Mom. We had
an awesome dinner, and despite my pleas for Mom to tell me about her
date, she vowed to not tell me anything other than that he was really
nice and treated her like a lady. I could tell by the sparkle in her eyes
that he must be a nice guy. Maybe this one will be better than all the
losers she's dated since divorcing my father when I was a baby.

After dinner we decided to catch a movie. Since we both enjoy animated
films, we opted to see "Encanto" which was playing at a theater in
Machesney Park.  The film was good and even though we'd just ate, we
still got popcorn and Cokes. It was fun to go out to see a movie with my
mom, just like we'd done many times before, but somehow I couldn't stop
thinking about Parker and thinking about how fun it'd be if he was
sitting next to me, holding my hand the entire time, or putting his arm
around me, giving me a quick kiss in the darkness of the theater. Just
the very thought of being with him in the theater during a movie got me,
well, you know... excited.

I had to tell Mom about what happened to Big T's uncle, since I was
going to go see him on Sunday. We talked for a little while about T's
situation and Mom thought it was a good thing for me to go help him clean
his room, and it was good that I was there for my friend when he needed
me.  Her comment made me feel good, so as I crawled into bed Saturday
night, instead of wondering what Parker was doing, I began to think about
T and his uncle. I drifted off to sleep after saying some prayers for
T's uncle to get better.

Sunday morning I woke up with my usual morning wood. It was almost like
habit to reach into my pajamas and boxer briefs to touch myself, and this
morning was no exception. Touching my pubes I realized that the sparse
hairs which sprouted in late summer were now getting thicker almost every
day. It seemed like my dick was growing too, and my ball sack, which was
also covered in light brown hair, was getting fuller as my balls seemed
to be getting bigger too. I wanted to bring myself to an orgasm and
ejaculation, but I wanted to save it for later on tonight when Parker
returned home. After peeing, I hopped in the shower, hoping the cool
water would help my erection to go down. It didn't.

Speaking of my boyfriend, he sent me a text and a picture of himself
while I was showering. He was wearing what looked like a new University
of Texas hoodie, an Astro's baseball cap, blue jeans, and his worn pair
of Van's. He was just about ready to board the plane.

I sent him a picture of myself with my wet, tussled hair, no shirt, and
just my briefs on. After I'd sent it, I worried that maybe his mom would
see my picture and he'd get in trouble. But apparently just before he
had to put his phone in airplane mode, he sent me the following text:

< Damn boy, Hawt as always. Can't wait to hold you in my arms again! See
you soon! Love you! (Heart emoji's)

Now I was hard again.  It would be a long day of waiting for him to come
home.

I could smell the aroma of chorizo and homemade flour tortillas wafting
through the air inside the house. I gave mom a hug and a kiss and soon we
were eating breakfast. She was still smiling and said that since I was
going to be at T's house, she was going to meet up with her date for
lunch at a place in Rockford, a small bistro downtown that appealed to
the artsy crowd, or so she told me. She promised to drop me off at T's
apartment and said that she'd pick me up around four-thirty if I needed
a ride home.

When I got to T's apartment, he let me in before I had a chance to
knock. I waved to Mom as she drove away. I could tell he had been crying
or that he hadn't gotten much sleep. I asked him how everything was, and
he told me that his uncle was still in the ICU but was at least stable
for the moment. His Aunt was still home, but she was leaving shortly to
go back to the hospital. She didn't seem to be too happy that I was
there, but when T told her that I was going to help clean his room, she
now seemed a little happier and at least smiled and thanked me for
helping him and for being such a good friend.
His room was indeed a disaster. Clothes, both dirty and clean were
scattered about the floor like leaves blown off a tree in the fall.

Water bottles, both empty and half full also dotted the floor and the
dressers. Several bags from McDonalds, Burger King, and even Taco Bell
wrappers were wadded up and were forming a small pile around his
over-flowing white plastic waste basket that was two sizes too small. On
his full sized bed were text books from school along with his backpack
and several folded, crumpled and ripped up graded papers, most of the
grades written in red ink were "F's".

Next to the black leather swivel desk chair that obviously was used for
gaming were several half empty and empty drink cups from the above
mentioned fast food joints. Below the huge Minecraft poster on the wall
by the door was a fist sized hole that told the tale of T's anger, which
ultimately led to his uncle's heart attack.

"Man, when was the last time you cleaned your room, bro?" I asked,
trying to be optimistic and not disgusted.

"Whenever Aunt Tina stopped picking it up for me." He replied, almost
like it was her fault, not his.

"Okay, T. Look, you're my friend and all, and you're a cool guy, but
you really need to pick this room up yourself, not Aunt Tina. This
isn't... healthy at all. Bro, you can clean up this room and so when your
uncle comes home he can see that you're going to be a responsible guy
and respect his wishes."

T just nodded his head in agreement. This mountain of a boy was on the
verge of tears again. I felt bad getting on him like I did, but he needed
to understand that it was his responsibility to clean up after himself.
He found the only clear spot on his bed, sat down, and buried his face in
his hands as the tears started flowing.

"I'm so mad at myself, Carter. If my uncle dies, I'm going to miss him
so much! He's been the only father figure I've known. Why am I like
this, so messy?"  I was trying to find the words to get my friend
through the moment. So instead of answering his question, words of
encouragement were all I could say.

"T, come on.  Let's get through this. Where are the garbage bags?" I
asked, trying to get him to stop crying and instead focus on getting
started on cleaning.

With a wavering voice, he told me they were under the sink in the
kitchen. I found them, grabbed the entire box pulled one out, and handed
it to T.  I had to instruct him to open it.

"Let's start by getting rid of all the trash first like the fast food
bags and cups. Can you do that?" He told me he could, and within ten
minutes or so, the room started showing signs of getting cleaner. "Now,
let's look for other things you can recycle, like the plastic bottles.
Give the ones that still have water or pop in them, and I'll dump them
out in the bathroom."

Forty two pop and water bottles later, we were now down to dirty clothes
on the floor. We got a couple of empty laundry baskets used them for the
clothes that were strewn about the floor and bed. We filled up three
laundry baskets.

"Oh man, Aunt Tina is going to be pissed once she sees how much dirty
clothes I have.  We'll have to go to the laundromat to clean them. She
hates going there."  But as we picked up the last article of clothing:
one of his tighty whitey briefs that had to be big enough to hold three
of me, T was obviously embarrassed for me to see his briefs as he grabbed
them from me and quickly put it inside the last clothes basket. His face
had turned red in embarrassment, and I tried to defuse the situation.

"It's okay, T. You know I'm not going to tell anyone about your room.
That's just not me. I do not like to spread gossip like other kids do.
You're one of my best friends, and I'd never ever do anything to make
fun of you. So you are a big guy. I'm a little guy, smallest kid in my
eighth grade and still not very tall. So we aren't like everyone else.
Who cares? We're unique, created by God to be who we are. And yeah, we
get picked on, but the only thing we can do is be happy with who we are
and not worry about what others say. Someday those other popular kids
will go on to be alcoholics, drug abusers and cheat on their trophy
wives. Just you wait and see. Besides, beauty, man, is only skin deep.
You have a great, caring personality and that means a heck of a lot more
to me than some athletic dude who's got zero for a personality, okay?"
I had to build him up, so he understood how I felt about him and let him
know what I've dealt with.

"Thanks Carter. You really are a good friend. I know I can trust you,
it's just that it's hard. Actually, you're the first friend from
school that's been in my room. Thank you for being such a good friend."

I just nodded my head and told him the same thing and reminded him of the
guys in gym class who bullied me and what eventually happened to them. He
also nodded and smiled.

The carpeted floor in his room only contained small pieces of paper and
an occasional hardened French fry, so T went to get his aunt's vacuum
cleaner.  He did not know how to use it, so I showed him and minutes
later his floor looked nice and clean. While I vacuumed, he straightened
up his books and desk.

The room looked absolutely one hundred percent better. T even found a
plug in air freshener which we plugged in the outlet that was located on
wall under his bedroom window.

"See? Doesn't that look better? Your uncle will be so amazed bro! Now
it's YOUR job to keep it clean!" T nodded his head, and we high fived.
It made me feel good that I could help him. Looking at my phone, I
realized it was almost four thirty and I had two missed texts from Parker
and one from my mom.
Parker:

< Hey babe, I am home!  I can't wait to see you tonight! When can you
come over?

< I can come over to your house too. Mom said it's okay.

Mom:

< Carter, I'll be there to pick you up in a few minutes.

Her text was sent just a minute ago, so I told T that I had to get going,
and he thanked me for helping him clean his room. He was sure his uncle
would come home and be happy with all the cleaning T and I accomplished
in his room.

I texted Mom back and told her I would be ready. I had no sooner sent her
the text and she responded to let me know she was outside in the parking
area in front of T's apartment.

Mom was happy. In fact, I had not seen her this happy in quite a while.
Seems like the new man in her life was making her happy. I wouldn't say
she was in love with him or infatuated, I mean it's hard to figure out
grown-ups enough let alone figure out how she felt about her new man, but
all I know is that I haven't seen her smile so much. We talked mainly
about T and his situation, and when I brought up her date, she sort of
blew me off and went back to talking about T's uncle.

"So do you know how his uncle is doing or what his prognosis is?" Mom
asked, thinking from a medical professional's point of view, I suppose.

"No, he just was really down about his uncle and hopes that he survives.
So if he did have a heart attack like they are saying, do you think he
will survive, I mean he's not going to die, is he?" I had to ask, for
T's sake as well as my own, what to expect perhaps.

"Aye, Angel, it's hard to say. I would have to get to work and see his
chart or at least find out what happened
 to him to determine the extent of the damage to his heart and chat with
the doctor before I could make an educated response to your question, mi
amor. And then I might not even be able to find out what is going on if
he's not around our area. I can see since I have to go to work
tonight." Then she asked about Parker. "Is your guy back home from
Texas yet? Are you going to see him tonight?" She smiled when she called
him "your guy".

"Yes! He got back this afternoon around three. He wants to see me, and I
want to see him, of course. Can I please go see him?" We had already
walked in the house and were sitting in the living room watching some
medical show Mom likes to watch.

"That's fine. What are your plans? You know you have school tomorrow so
you can't be out late."

"Let me text him." So I responded to his text, telling him about T and
all that happened there. I then asked him about getting together. Almost
instantly he responded.

< Babe, I thought you forgot about me! But I understand. Prayer's for
T's uncle! YES I NEED to see you TONIGHT before I.. um.. explode! (Evil
emoji with his tongue out AND an eggplant and peach emoji)

I blushed, told him yes, that Mom was going to work in an hour so either
I could go there, or he could come here.

< I'm on my way! (a fast biking guy emoji)

Mom had just gone in to shower and I was freaking out because I too
needed to shower after helping T clean his room. I actually sweated while
helping T clean and for once I should have used deodorant, but I did not.
I guess my body is changing and I'd better start using some.

I quickly went in and cleaned up my own room in anticipation of what was
to come (literally) after Mom went to work. She knew too but was super
cool about it as always. As she finished her shower, dressed, and came
out of the bathroom, she warned me to behave and be safe and to not get
in any trouble. I reassured her that she could trust Parker and me, and
she responded that she did know that, but the parent in her felt
compelled to remind me. I smiled and showered quickly. I was pretty much
hard the entire time in the shower, my close to six inch erection
plastered against my groin, my growing balls which were now almost all
hairy were tight against my body, almost ready to pull back inside my
groin.

When I came out of the shower, I quickly dressed in my tight black Calvin
Klein briefs, the ones Parker bought me on our trip to San Antonio back
in October. It was all I could do to hide the swollen head of my cock
inside the briefs, but I was finally able to tuck it in to the left, and
hoped it would subside, at least until after Mom left for work.  I pulled
on a pair of my favorite gray Nike sweats, a blue Nike tee shirt and then
I heard Parker and my Mom's voice coming from the living room.

I put a bit of Polo Red on both sides of my neck, Parker's favorite
cologne on me, combed my hair, picked up my dirty clothes and threw them
in the hamper and walked out of the bathroom into the living room. Parker
had a grin from ear to ear and we fell into each other's arms in a quick
hug just as Mom stood up.

"I had best get going to work. Carter, don't forget to start the
dishwasher tonight, and Parker, it is good to see you and thanks for
showing me the pictures of your uncle and aunt's ranch! It sure sounds
like you had a great time!"

"Sure thing, Mrs. Michaels. It was fun to go, but it is so good to be
home. I hope you have a great night at work. Thanks for letting me come
over."

"No problem, Parker. You be careful on your way home. Angel, be good and
get to bed early. I'll be waking you up early when I get home!"

"Thanks Mom. You have a great night at work." I gave my Mom a hug and a
kiss, Parker gave her a hug and thanked her too.

Man, I'm the luckiest gay boy around, knowing that my mom is good with
me being open around her with my boyfriend, and also knowing that she
respects Parker for not being out yet. As we saw the car back out of the
driveway and head straight down River Lane, we fell into each other's
arms again. His warmth almost drove me insane and almost made me come in
my briefs, especially as our lips met briefly. How I missed his hard
tight body against mine, and even with his Levi's and hoodie on I could
feel his strong body which made me want him even more. We kissed again,
this time our tongues met, exploring each other's mouths as my yearning
to feel him naked against me raged inside. Just as I was about to
unbutton his Levi's, he stopped me and spoke.

"I bought you something from Texas." He reached under his two tone blue
Columbia Ski jacket that was on the sofa and gave me a white plastic
bag.
I opened the bag and found a gray hoodie with the word TEXAS embroidered
across the chest of the sweatshirt in brown lettering and a brown
longhorn logo underneath. He also had bought me a brown tee shirt with
the lettering and logo in white, and the logo on top of the word TEXAS.

"Oh so very cool! Thank you babe!  This is awesome! I love it!" I said
as I tried the hoodie on, falling in love with it right away.  "How does
it look?" I asked, judging by the look on his face that he loved the way
it looked on me.

"It looks great! In fact, I thought maybe if I bought you the UT shirt
and hoodie that we could think about going there when we graduate! I love
the campus. Wouldn't it be so cool if we could go there together, live
in the same dorm and everything! Wouldn't that be the greatest?"

I nodded and said yes, but that thought, and idea seemed so far away that
I almost lost myself thinking about it while Parker continued telling me
about his plan that we could both get wrestling or swimming scholarships
and how we could be so happy being together in Texas. He quickly snapped
me back to reality as the smile must have left my face and he quickly
noticed that I had drifted off trying to imagine us being together away
at college.

"Yo, earth to Carter... Angel... Hello? Hey Michaels, are you there?"

I quickly snapped out of the trance I was in and returned to the present
time. "Oh babe, I'm sorry, just imagining us grown up at school in
Texas..." then I found myself not being truthful in my response, a notion
which quickly evaporated when he kissed me once again, this time his warm
hands now halfway up inside my tee shirt, searching for my sensitive
nipples. "Oh Yeah, both of us in the same dorm, in Texas, damn babe,
sounds like a dream come true." He smiled that beautiful smile that made
me fall in love with him as he leaned in to resume our kissing.

The hoodie was quickly removed and back on the sofa next to the bag with
the UT tee-shirt. His own UT sweatshirt, a carbon copy of the one he'd
given me was now on the sofa next to mine. Our lips locked now, breaking
only to shed our tee shirts, which fell to the floor in the hallway.

By the time we collapsed on my bed, our damp matching black CK briefs
were pressed against each other, the warmth of what laid within the
confines met together generating a heat that served only to fuel our
passion and was the only parts of our bodies separated by thin fabric. As
he laid on top of me, mirroring my position, our hands met and locked
while his taut nipples grazed mine sending me almost to the edge.

I rolled him over, not releasing his deep kiss until finally I broke
loose and began lightly running my fingertips over literally every inch
of his bare skin, starting with his ears, bypassing his CK's, and
resuming with his toes. I lightly brushed his inner thighs, once again
not touching his manhood. He was moaning, almost begging me to touch him,
but I told him to roll onto his stomach. I sat on the back of his thighs,
the front of my own CK's now positioned near his. I leaned forward, our
heat meeting again, nearly sending us both over the edge.

My fingertips now caressed his ears, neck, arms, back, the back of his
legs, his feet which caused him to jump and giggle at the sensitivity my
touches caused. I now lightly dragged my fingers up the sides of his legs
to his waist, then to his armpits. I then leaned forward and whispered in
his left ear as I felt my rigidness fall between his cheeks: "How did
that feel?"

"Oh my god, that felt unbelievable, but now it's my turn babe." He
moaned as he rolled me onto my back assuming the same position as we had
that first night we came out to each other on the wrestling mat. Skin on
Skin, briefs on briefs. Our youthful lust raged within, and within mere
seconds he removed my CK's, freeing me and almost immediately taking me
into his willing mouth. I moved quickly to do the same, and we hovered
near the precipice for as long as we could before neither of us could
teeter on the edge any longer. As the hot rush flooded in, we both held
on for the deluge that ensued, waiting for the surges to subside as we
both happily took it all until it was over.

Our lips once again met and as we rode the passion of the aftermath, we
savored the remnants as our tongues explored each other's mouths for
what seemed like forever. Still aroused, feeling his rigidness against my
own only served to fuel the fire again inside us. Our youthful exuberance
commenced, this time using our own nectar to bring us once again to
quickly reach the edge -- an edge we both ran towards with hands held --
as we both jumped off together, not caring about where we landed or where
our seeds flew or how hard we grinded. We rode the wave again until it
subsided and then our embrace and lips broke away as he rolled off onto
my bed.

Still holding hands we basked in the aftermath, and realized we were
ready for more. Parker's words broke the silence.

"I missed you so much, Mr. Michaels. I dreamt of you and me being this
way each night. Thank God I didn't have a wet dream. Luckily we did the
face thing, or I would have!"

"Oh babe, I missed you too! Speaking of the face thing, what did your
cousins say when they saw the cum on your face?"

"Nothing really. In fact their room is next to the guest room where I
was at, and in the middle of the night I woke up to hear them doing
something sexual, not sure what it was, but I'm sure they were either
jerking off or something because I heard Brady say something like `wipe
it up with the rag' or something like that. When they got up in the
morning right away they went to shower, so what do you think?"

"Wow, that's interesting. You said they are cute, muscular, and tall
for their age?"

"Yeah, hang on, I'll find my phone." Parker got up from my bed, his
manhood pointing up to his abs still as he walked to the living room to
find his phone. He came back to the bed still fully aroused, which made
me aroused again. He laid down next to me again and showed me his
cousins, both shirtless wearing only boxer briefs. Clearly they were
quite gifted if you know what I mean. It was odd because they were
outside next to a trampoline.

"You guys were outside wearing just underwear?" I had to ask.

"Yeah, they do some TikTok video thing doing flips in their boxer briefs
on their trampoline. Apparently it is this thing teens are doing. Anyway,
here's the video I shot of them."

Seeing them do flips in the air -- something like four flips in a row
before they landed on their feet was amazing. I could see just about
everything as the briefs clung to their tight, thin bodies not leaving
much for the imagination.

"Damn, I guess you didn't need to see them naked, huh?" was all I
could say.

"Nope. And I see their videos have given you... inspiration, huh?" he
smiled as he looked down at me, ready again. I nodded my head in
agreement. "So are you, um, you know, ready for me like I am for you?"

He didn't have to spell it out. I knew what he wanted, just as he knew
what I wanted. His mouth found me first, getting me ready for him. I
always liked to be last; he liked to be first. His tongue and saliva gave
him all he needed, and soon I felt him all the way against me. Even
though this was our third journey to the edge, the climb didn't take
long. It didn't take long before his breathing increased, he swelled,
almost taking me with him as the sensations were pushing me to the edge
as well, but he stopped in time and erupted, spewing his lava inside me
and it was all I could do to fire off an eruption of my own all over my
bed.

It was now my turn and as we embraced and kissed again, my tongue and
mouth quickly found him, giving him what he did to me. Within moments he
was ready, so I pushed into him until our skin contacted once again.

As I found my rhythm, it wasn't long before I was on the edge, alone
this time. I wrapped my hands around his neck while continuing my
rhythmic motions and as I jumped quickly, I thought I literally was going
to explode and spew my seed up to his throat. It was so intense that the
spasms seemed to last forever.

When they did subside and I laid down next to him, our thirsts were now
quenched. We now faced each other, smiling, kissing as our eyes met, the
love between us immense.

"Geez, imagine if we couldn't see each other for two weeks?" I finally
whispered. Laughing his cute laugh he slowly nodded.

"We wouldn't leave the bedroom for a whole day, would we?" I laughed,
kissing him, unaware that it was time for him to head back to his house.

We quickly showered, got dressed, said our good byes. I thanked him for
the sweatshirt and tee shirt and told him that I couldn't wait to wear
them to school. He smiled, got his jacket on and soon I watched him as he
rode his bike north along the street into the darkness.

Once again, I felt whole. My boyfriend was home. We both resisted the
temptations of cheating on each other and the rewards of being true to
each other were worth it. I loved him, he loved me. It was an awesome
ending to the Thanksgiving weekend, and for once not only were me and
Parker happy, but I saw a twinkle in my Mom's eyes that I hadn't seen
before. Great reasons to smile, right?

I was ready for bed. My clothes were out for school tomorrow, my lunch
was made. Backpack was ready, phone was on its charger. I crawled into
bed and was almost asleep when I heard my phone buzz.  Thinking it was
Parker saying good night, I quickly answered the incoming call, not
realizing it wasn't him.

"Hey babe, why aren't you in bed yet?" I said in my best sexiest young
voice, as sexy as a fifteen year out could be, I suppose. Silence on the
other end of the phone was quickly followed by a voice that wasn't
Parker's.

"Carter? (sobbing) Is that you?" More sobbing could be heard and
suddenly realizing who it was caused a jolt of fear to run through me.

"Yeah, T, what's going?" I heard myself whisper, afraid of what he was
going to say.

Finally through his tears he barely choked out the words I hoped I
wasn't going to hear him say.

"Carter, my -- my uncle died."