Date: Fri, 16 Sep 2022 15:33:35 +0000 (UTC)
From: austintc@aol.com
Subject: Carter and the biker boy, Chapter 33

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Carter and the biker boy

Chapter 33

The angry words belonged to none other than Parker. They cut deeply into
my heart and soul, as Caleb was not my boyfriend. Yes, he was becoming a
very good friend, but it was just that.  I tried to talk, but Parker's
right hand which smelled like Axe shampoo or body wash was still
completely covering my mouth. He continued his rant.

"Don't lie to me Michaels. I see the way you two look at each other.
It's the same way you used to look at me. And to think I was ready to
take you back. You sure find every way you can to hurt me. Well that's
the last straw. We're done." Releasing my left hand and pulling his
hand away from my mouth, he firmly pushed me into the locker, scraping my
bare left forearm and elbow against the cold steel corner of the door as
he started to back away from me.

Now I was pissed off. It's one thing to accuse me of something I've
done that's wrong, like I did with Cristian in Mexico. But to falsely
accuse me of starting something with Caleb or any other boy really struck
a nerve in me. I sensed that Parker was trying to fight me or something,
because as I pulled myself away from the locker he came at me again,
aiming to push me into the locker this time. I surprised myself and
blocked his advance. With all of my energy I pushed back at him and now I
had pushed him into the lockers on the opposite side of the room, about
six or eight feet away. Surprised, Parker almost had the look of fear in
his eyes as it was now me who was getting up in his face.

"How dare you come in here accusing me of something that just isn't
true." I said loudly, in a clear and strong voice. "I told you I was
very sorry for what happened in Mexico, and you cast me out like I was a
piece of trash, when you fooled around too with that Tyler dude, and I
didn't throw you out of my life! You're not perfect either!" He now
seemed almost in shock that I was talking back to him like I was.

I continued.

"Besides, if you'd asked I would have told you that Caleb and I are
just friends. I don't even thing he's gay and I don't care if he is or
not. He's a nice guy." Now on the defensive, Parker spoke again.

"Yeah well if you guys are just friends then why are you spending the
weekends at his house? I know the last two weekends you haven't been
home, so you must have been at his house, right? Sleeping with him?"

Now I lost it.

"Oh, so it's okay for you to follow me and see where I'm going, or
just jump to fucking conclusions that because I'm not home then I MUST
BE with a new boyfriend, or getting fucked by my cousin or whoever else
comes along and wants to nail the gay guy? You are so not right.  So what
did you do, go to my house, and find me not home?"

He nodded his head that yes he had. That meant had I been home we would
have been back together again. Damnit. I wanted to hit him so bad because
he just made me so mad accusing me of having another boyfriend. My
demeanor changed. Suddenly I felt a warm feeling rush through my body as
I had him pinned up against the locker, which was quickly erasing the
anger which had taken a firm hold of my mind and body. But then Parker
fought back, pushing me back to my open locker, seemingly getting upset
again.

"How do I know I can trust you again? How do I know you're not sleeping
with what's his name? Caleb?" Spending the night at his house both of
the last two weekends? I see the way he looks at you, how can you not be
sucking each other off?" His voice escalated and he was getting madder
as he continued to speak. "Tell me the truth and don't you dare lie to
me, or I'll walk out of here and never speak to you again." He was
inches from my face as he was practically yelling at me.

"Look, you think it's easy to accuse me of whatever you think I'm
doing with Caleb. I'm going to say it once and one time only. So listen
carefully: I AM NOT HAVING SEX WITH ANYONE. I have NOT been with anyone
since the last time we spoke. I haven't had any sex, period." I pushed
him back to the lockers in front of me again, and I found my fists
clenched and I was ready to start swinging at him. I was also so nervous
that my heart rate was racing as fast as a race car speeding down the
race track. Then I threw it back at him. "What about you? What about
that inconsiderate friend you wrestle with? You been doing him? Or has he
been doing you?" Parker's face was turning red now.

"NO, I am not doing anything with Rhonin. He's got a girlfriend and
hates fags, or so he says. Damnit Carter, he's not the person I want to
be with."

I was still super pissed at him, but as the last sentence echoed in my
mind, I realized he opened the door just a little bit, and it was my time
to take advantage of his vulnerability. Switching gears, I stepped across
the aisle to where he was standing with his back against the lockers. I
honestly was ready to hit him, but I knew if I did that, we would never
be together again, and the flame that still burned for us, which now was
just a mere speckle of a flame, would be extinguished forever.

Instead I inched closer, fists still clenched, anger still raging inside
me. I hated that he showed no respect for my new friend Caleb, who has no
clue about my sexuality or about my fractured relationship with Parker. I
was now inches away from him, as he raised his fists ready to flatten me
if I tried to take a swing at him.

Our eyes met, locked in a stare.

I got closer, still shaking for fear of what was going to happen.

He was ready to fight. I was ready to fight as well. Sensing this, Parker
spoke again.

"Come on, you wanna hit me? Pissed at me now? How does it feel? You
think you can beat me up, or win this fight? Then go for it. Take a good
swing."

I never broke from the stare. My heart was beating like a drum. He was
still rambling about something about Rhonin that I was in such a trance
that I had no clue as to what he was saying. Now he turned to his right,
breaking our stare. His façade was starting to crumble, as it looked like
he was going to start to cry.

I reached out, touching his left shoulder. He did not turn me away. I
pushed him back so once again his back was against the lockers. Looking
away and still babbling on about something, I made my move.

My hands were on his shoulders. I pulled him to me, then as he was still
looking down, I commanded him to look at me.

"Stop it Parker. Just stop. Look at me." He looked up from the floor of
the locker room. Our eyes met once again. Then it happened. I held my
index finger to my lips to shush him. "This is bullshit, Parker. I love
you and I need you in my life again. I am not complete without you." His
eyes were wide open, almost in fear of the way I was talking to him.

I leaned into him, pulled him to me, and surprised him with one of the
most sensual kisses I have ever given. At first he fought me, but I
didn't let him get away from me. I kept my mouth on his, and finally he
gave in, and accepted my kiss.

Our tongues met, and as I held him tightly to me, I felt him against me
just as he had to feel me against him. Our armor was slowly crashing, and
our kissing intensified to a level only lovers know. After a few minutes,
we broke the kiss, and he broke the silence as he tried to catch his
breath.

"Babe, I've missed you so much. I don't want to ever let this happen
again." His eyes welled up with tears, his rugged exterior had melted
away. I reached up and wiped his tears. Our lips met again. After five
minutes or so, we both came up for air as we held each other. I felt like
my cock was going to bust out of my sweatpants, as it was harder than
I've ever felt it before.

"I've missed you more than you'll ever know. I agree, we can never let
what happened to us over Christmas happen again. Please, Parker, please
let us put the past behind us. It has been so hard to see you so down or
hanging around with guys like Rhonin who obviously hates guys like me,
and if he knew the truth about us, he'd turn on us in a heartbeat." I
was still holding him closely, the heat from our bodies reaching a fever
pitch. "I have nothing to hide since you left my house back in January.
I've been true to you. Yes, I stayed over two weekends at Caleb's
house, but nothing, let me repeat, nothing has happened or will happen
between us. I want him to get to know you. He is a good friend, only a
friend. I have learned my lesson."

With his head on my shoulder, I felt him nod his head in agreement. A
perfectly placed kiss on my neck sent shivers down my spine and just
about pushed me over the edge. I returned the same kiss on his neck
causing him to let out a low moan. I wanted him right then and there in
the locker room but knew that if we got caught we'd both get kicked off
our teams, and I knew that was something I didn't want to happen, so I
was sure Parker felt the same way.

We both realized that we had better get out of the locker room and make
our way to the doors where we could wait for our rides. My erection had
yet to subside even as we reached the doors. Caleb was still waiting for
his ride home and I just had gotten a text from my mom saying that she
would be there in a couple of minutes. Parker's mom texted him and said
that she wouldn't be there for another forty five minutes or so.
Caleb looked surprised when he saw Parker with me. So of course I
introduced Parker to Caleb and they both shook hands.

"Nice to meet you, Parker. You're on the wrestling team, aren't you?"
Caleb inquired about whether or not he was on the team.

"Nice to meet you too, Caleb. Yeah, I'm on the wrestling team. I've
been wrestling for many years already, since it was popular at my old
school in Texas. I tried to get Carter to join the team too, but he
missed the deadline to sign up."

I was so full of adrenaline just knowing that Parker and I were finally
talking again. I didn't even hear my phone go off letting me know that
Mom had arrived. Then it dawned on me that Parker could ride home with
us. I almost called him babe but stopped short before I did. "Bro, you
want a ride home with mom and me?" I asked, not sure if he'd accept.

"Really? You're okay with that? What about your mom?"

"She'll be fine." Parker smiled and nodded that he'd love to get a
ride home after I told him that it would be okay with my mom.

"We're still cool for tomorrow night, right Carter?" Caleb asked, now
suddenly not so sure about whether or not I'd still go.

"Oh yeah, of course. That'll be fun." I replied, as Parker just looked
away, as his fragile frame of mind seemed like it was haunting him again.
Caleb told me he'd text me during the day tomorrow to make sure I'd
still be able to go. We both told each other "Later, bro." Out into the
frigid early evening February air Parker and I walked towards my mom in
the car waiting. Knowing that Mom had to leave for work almost as soon as
we got home, I boldly asked Parker if he wanted to stay at my house
tonight. My brain was swimming with ideas and hopes of being with him
again, hoping that we could also clear the air between us and catch up on
each of our lives.

"Um, yeah, sure, why not." Was his response. I do have a match
tomorrow, but maybe my mom can pick me up from your place."

"Sure, that's fine." I felt my cock growing again, the previous level
of excitement caused what felt like a half dollar sized wet spot in my
briefs.

As we'd done many times before, I opened the passenger side door at the
same time that Parker opened the back passenger door, getting in the car
and greeting my Mom.

"Buenas tardes, Senora, como esta? He asked her, in perfect Spanish
pronunciation.

"Parker! Es un milagro! Estas con nosotros otra vez!" she responded
back, a happy tone of voice, clearly evident by the huge smile on her
face, knowing that Parker was once again with us.

"Si senora, es un milagro! Es tan bueno estar con todos ustedes en otro
momento. It is great to be with you all again."

Right away I blurted it out asking if Parker could spend the night with
me.

"If it is okay with su Mama, Parker, esta bien conmigo, mi amor." Mom
replied.

"Sure thing, Senora. She will be fine. But could you please stop by my
house so I can get some clothes for tomorrow."

"Si, claro. But please make it quick, I've got to head to work in ten
minutes." As we pulled into his driveway, Parker got out and made a
beeline for the door to his house, and exactly five minutes later, he had
a gym bag with clean clothes and was ready to head to our house.

But while we waited the five minutes, Mom warned me about going too fast
with our fragile relationship.

"Just be careful, mi amor. I know you don't want to mess anything up,
so don't force anything that Parker doesn't want. He may want you to go
slow. Don't get frustrated. Just be patient and listen to him, okay?"

"Si mama, claro." I responded thinking mainly in terms of the fun we
were going to have tonight, or so I hoped.

Moments later Mom pulled in the driveway and watched us as we went in the
house. Before I could turn around to wave to her, She had already pulled
out of the driveway and was on her way to work.

Parker had taken his jacket off and was wearing a white Adidas shirt that
was almost a size too small. His chest muscles filled out the shirt
nicely as it looked like he'd added muscles since the last time we were
together. As I dropped my backpack in my room, Parker followed. I put my
jacket on the hook near the door and I turned around to find him inches
behind me.

"Where were we before we were rudely interrupted by having to get a ride
home from your mom?" he whispered.

"I believe we were just like this," as I extended my arms to him as we
fell into the same embrace.  We hugged for a couple of minutes, just
holding each other, as my brain and body were flooded with endorphins and
hormones, obviously drunk on emotions as our lips once again met.

Tumbling on top of my bed now, we continued kissing as our hands found
bare skin, the touches causing the yearning to intensify even greater.
Shirts came off first. Then jeans and socks. The wet spot in my briefs
equaled his. Within an instant, his body covered mine in a mirror
image. The moment his chest, waist, briefs, and legs touched mine, it was
like a jolt of electricity had coursed through every vein in my body. Of
course, through the damp fabric of our briefs, our steel hard erections
strained for release. It was as if this moment could last forever, but we
were both on a speeding train going close to a million miles a minute and
were both seconds away from exploding.

I wanted to feel him in my mouth, and I was certain he wanted the same.
Slowly I reached down to pull his briefs down and he did the same. I'd
never seen so much precum leaking from his erection, which seemed to have
grown since we'd been together before Christmas. I must have grown too,
since Parker gasped at the sight of my own erection, my pubes, and
swollen balls. He was now on his back and despite wanting to suck him, I
moved on top of him as he pulled me on top of him until our lips found
each other again, and as he thrust his tongue into my mouth, our
erections also touched as our juices mixed, creating a natural lube that
put us over the edge.

I shot my load first. I gave up counting after the sixth jet of cum
plastered our faces, triggering his load to fly out of his cock, shooting
nearly eight or nine jets of his own. We never stopped kissing or
grinding on to each other's bellies. It seemed like five or ten minutes
passed until we stopped shaking from perhaps the most intense orgasm I'd
ever had. Between our sweat and cum, we were a sticky mess. Parker even
had cum in his hair, and I had some on my chin.

We laid there for a moment as the natural high we were both experiencing
was what we so desperately missed. The euphoric feeling began to wane
ever so slightly as I opened my eyes and gazed into his. "Babe, I missed
you so much that it hurt every day we were apart." I whispered.

He nodded in agreement.

"Yes, my love. Same here with me. My life has been so horrible since we
have been apart. I, I just regretted walking away from you that night,
but I was so upset and was going through just a horrible point in my
life. You were the only one I thought I could count on, and when you told
me about the guy you were with in Guanajuato, I was so afraid that you
were going to leave me and not want anything to do with me ever again. I
guess I was so frightened and afraid to lose you that I got angry at the
idea instead of talking about it to you.  It was messed up. I am so
sorry, and I hope we can get past all of this."

I didn't know what to say. All I knew was that we'd hurt each other in
a bad way. So I thought apologizing again would be the right thing to do,
in hopes that this would be our starting point, a point of no return
going forward.

"Babe, I'm so sorry that we allowed this to happen to us. I now know
that you are the only boy for me, and I promise to be faithful to you. I
was so afraid that I'd lost you for good. I want to be there to dry your
tears when you're sad, be there for you to cheer you on when you're
doing great, when you win a match, I want to scream for you the loudest.
Can you and will you trust me again?"

Slowly he nodded his head, and our lips met again. I felt him still hard
against me, and my own intensified with our lips meeting again. This time
as the flames accelerated and rose higher, we both knew what to do. I
made my move to him first, and he followed. At the same time, we took
each other as deep inside our mouths as possible. He felt so good in my
mouth, the faint taste of his first load mixed with mine now on my tongue
as he was now just as hard as before. As his mouth found me, the feeling
of his lips and tongue on me produced the same result.

We both increased our motions, savoring each other, causing us to both
get close to our second explosion. Moments later as I could feel him
getting bigger and harder, the first wave flooded my mouth and it was all
I could do to swallow every bit of his load as I began to flood his mouth
as well, nearly choking him. We sucked each other until we were both
ultra-sensitive.  I pulled off him, content with his load now in my
belly, the taste of his juices lingering in my mouth. We now moved next
to each other, not yet fully spent. Our youthful exuberance elevating us
to another level that had not yet left us satiated.

Two more rounds ensued, and after the last time, we both had a different
appetite that needed to be satisfied: the need for food. Mom had left
food in the fridge from dinner Thursday evening: Leftover pork carnitas,
refried beans, and red rice. We nearly devoured close to all of the
remaining carnitas, which had to be close to two pounds.  The rice and
beans were also gone, as well as a full ten pack of soft shell tacos.
Close to six pm now, we felt full and were quite relaxed. Thankfully
between the fourth round and dinner we had showered quickly, just barely
avoiding a fifth time. We were now laying on my bed, me laying on my side
while Parker was half-sitting up, with his back propped up by my four
pillows I kept on my bed almost all of the time. I didn't really want to
ask how things were with his parents, but just as I was going to bring
the topic up, his phone buzzed, and it was his mom calling.

"Hey Mom, what's up?" Parker answered his mom's call.

"Yeah, I'm at Carter's house." He smiled at me, making me almost melt
again.

"Yes, he's finally got a night off from his job, and he said it's cool
that I spend the night. Yes, I know I have a match tomorrow at school.
Can you drop me..." his voice trailed off as his mom spoke to him in a
conversation I couldn't make out.

"But Mom, I have to get to school by 8 am. Yeah, I can ask, but Mrs.
Michaels is working and usually goes to bed then. Yes, I know you have to
work too. I know Mom, I wish he was here too. Okay, never mind, I'll
call Rhonin. Okay. Yeah, love you too. Good bye."

I could tell he was frustrated by the tone of voice he used as he ended
the call with his mom. And he confirmed it.

"Ugh, she makes me so mad sometimes!" he carefully told me. "I just
wish my dad was here. But no, he had to take that assignment in Colorado.
I guess I'll have to ask Rhonin to pick me up here." Now I was
intrigued and had to find out what had been happening since Christmas
when we last spoke. I didn't have to ask, as Parker started to speak.

"So much has happened in the past month. Where to begin." He paused, as
if deep in thought. I said the only thing I could say that made sense.

"Oh man, is everything okay?"

"Oh, I'm, uh, surviving. You know? This has been a terrible year so
far. Where to begin." He thought for a moment in silence, so I spoke.
"Um, you said I have a job?" I smiled, as if playing along with a
fabricated story.

"I'm sorry babe, I didn't know what else to say. I mean, we were used
to spending all of our time together and then, well, we just didn't.
When my mom asked me why I stopped spending time with you, I told her
that you had gotten a job at the library in Loves Park. She didn't
question it, so I went with it. I'm sorry, but if I told her anything
close to the truth, I would have had to come out to her. You know how I
feel about that..." I nodded my head and just laughed a little. A job at
the library. I began to laugh out loud now.

"I guess I could see myself working at the library. Okay, and then?"

"Well, after you got your (air quotes) "job at the library",
everything fell apart. It was just my dad here, as you can remember, Mom
was at her cousin's house when she left us in Florida. Dad and I flew
home for the first few weeks of school, then Dad came home one day and
told me that he was going to have to take a three month work assignment
at his work's facility in Colorado. He left the following DAY, about
four days before Mom was supposed to come home. He didn't apologize to
me; he just gave me a couple of hundred dollars and told me to just ride
the bus to school and fend for myself until Mom got home. I cried myself
to sleep each night, alone here in this house. I had to ride the bus to
school, and still had wrestling practice after school."

"Oh babe, I wish you would have called me!"

"I know, I just, it just all hit me at once. I was still upset at you
and then when my dad left I just got on this huge pity party thing,
feeling sorry for myself. I wanted to just stay home and sleep all day."
He was quite saddened by what he was telling me, and I felt so ashamed of
my actions, knowing that we could have had that time together.

"So what did you do?" I asked.

"I had to find someone on the team to bring me home. That someone turned
out to be Rhonin.  He's the only one that lives close to our houses
here, and the only one whose brother is a senior and is actually on the
varsity swim team, a dude named Kai -- he's got dark hair and is quite
conceited like Rhonin is. Do you know him?" I thought for a moment but
then nobody I knew entered my mind, so I shook my head that I didn't.
"So all was good the first week that they brought me home, but then the
wanted to come in because Rhonin said he had to use the bathroom.  Next
thing you know, both him and Kai are downstairs checking the house out,
and of course they saw my wrestling mat and made me wrestle with them,
and of course they beat me. And then Kai was upstairs while Rhonin was
wrestling me and took a couple drinks from my dad's favorite Scotch
Whiskey. It was terrible. They left just moments before my mom got home.
I thought for sure they were going to get caught drinking here."

"I guess my perception of Rhonin is correct then, that he's a jerk?" I
asked and Parker confirmed.

"Big time, but of course he thinks that I'm his best friend now,
because I asked for a ride home from him and his brother. I actually
think Kai might have stolen a bottle of my dad's best Scotch too. But I
can't be sure.  Dad might have taken it with him to Colorado."

"So why do you still hang around with Rhonin if he's such a jerk?" I
inquired again.

"Because Mom has been working a lot of hours and she doesn't get home
until real late, mostly after 10 pm."

"When is your dad supposed to be back?" I asked, now, hoping that he
had a date when he'd back."

"Supposedly in a month and a half. He was asked to be a leader of a
project there, and was told minimum of three months, perhaps as long as
six months. It sucks."

"I bet. But at least your mom is here now, right?" I asked, hoping that
would be the case.

"Well yes and no. You see in a week, she has a week-long seminar in
Pittsburgh, PA. She leaves on a Sunday afternoon and returns on the
following Sunday. So I'll be home alone for another week. I'm planning
to stay alone again."

"Seriously, babe? You're going to stay here with me and Mom. We'll
both have practice after school, and then she can take us home. Talk to
your mom, please? You can tell her I've already quit my job at library!
I'm serious!" Once again he flashed that gorgeous smile that I've
missed so much, and we both laughed together at the joke of me having a
job to actually quit.

"Oh man, I feel horrible though, the way I've treated you. I, I, um, I
don't know. I've been a dick to you and I'm so sorry. Are you sure
your mom will say it's okay?"

"Yes! Mom adores you. She got so mad at me when she found out about what
happened. But that's all in the past now, please!?"

He nodded his head while he tried to hold back his tears. I could tell he
was on the verge of crying, so I sat up and wrapped my arms around him,
trying to console whatever it was that had him like this.

And cry he did. His crying went on and finally diminished to a few sobs.
I tried to ask him what was wrong, but he either wouldn't or couldn't
say anything about what was bothering him. So little by little in gentle
words I tried to get him to tell me.

"Is it school?" He shook his head no. Same for wrestling practice, me,
and then finally when I carefully whispered, "your parents?" he slowly
nodded his head in agreement, and through his tears began to speak.

"I'm so afraid that they're going to get a divorce. They haven't
talked on the phone as far as I know in at least two weeks. I don't know
what's going on. I mean, I'm old enough to know and they should tell
me. I'm just so afraid that they will break up and decide to, you know,
sell the house and we'll have to move again. I just hate it. I can never
have any close friends. And now that we've gotten back together I'm
afraid to lose you again."

"Hun, we have to think positive thoughts, okay? Maybe they'll get
things straightened out between them. Or maybe your mom will decide to
stay here, right? We can always hope."

"I know. Please, just hold me. I've missed this so much you always know
what to say to me to help me believe that things are going to be okay."
I moved my pillows around so I could lay next to him now. Now lying next
to me so tight, Parker laid his head on my chest, my heartbeat filling
his left ear. We drank in the moment, just filling up our contentment
that had been absent for so long. Momentarily I drifted in and out of
consciousness, brought back awake by Parker's words, asking me a
question seemingly out of nowhere.

"Tell me about Caleb, your new friend from the swim team."

"There's not much to tell." I began. "Other than he's a nice kid
that was having trouble learning the backstroke and I offered to help
him. He reminds me so much of how I used to be before meeting you, you
know, no self-confidence or self-esteem."

"Really." So what did you do to help him?"

"Well for some reason, he just couldn't get past learning that stroke.
He was worried that he wasn't going to make the team, which he said was
something that he couldn't let happen. I'm not sure why, so I went to
him, just like you came to me to help me when I needed to believe in
myself. He is a nice guy; his brother Brennan is nice, and they've got a
nice house over by Rock Cut. We went to the Y a couple of weekends in a
row, and he learned the backstroke, and made the team. He was so happy!
So tomorrow night he wants to take me for pizza and a movie to celebrate.
I can't really tell him no."

"Does he know about me?" Parker now asked, curious to know what I'd
told Caleb about him and me.

"He knows you and me are friends now based on us walking out of the
locker room together, but as far as telling him anything earlier about
you or specifically about us, no."

"Do you think he's gay?" Parker now asked. "Just from the little bit
that I've seen him near you, he kind of acts that way, don't you
think?"

I thought for a moment, but then told him I didn't think Caleb was gay,
since he never made any move or made me think that he could be gay.

"Okay, just curious. No big deal. He's your good friend and I'd love
to meet him if you want to hang out with him and me, I'd be cool with
that."

I nodded my head in agreement and thought that Caleb would probably like
that too. He sort of seemed like the guy that didn't really have a lot
of friends, perhaps. It did seem odd that he didn't have any friends or
self-esteem/confidence, especially having older brothers. There was a
mystery there, no doubt. I thought we would be done talking about Caleb
but then Parker asked me another off the wall question.

"You've seen him naked then, correct?"

I kind of laughed a little, somewhat surprised by the question. "Yes,
I've seen him and pretty much the entire freshmen swimming team naked
too. What do you want to know?"

Parker laughed a little, now almost a bit embarrassed by the way I
answered the question but intrigued enough to hear what I had to say.

"So yeah, Caleb. Body built a lot like ours, but thinner and not as
muscular as you or me." I touched my developing abs and as soon as
Parker saw me touch my abs, he reached over and felt them too.

"OOH" he whispered. "Impressive! My boy's been working out! You're
gonna turn me on again. So how big is his, you know..."

"Well his dick is about the same size as mine, I guess. Less hair around
his balls and pubes. I think he's got some growing to do. I tried not to
stare too much, but now that you mention it, most of the times when we'd
be done with practice and when we were at the Y, most of the time out of
his trunks he was hard."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I just pretended I didn't notice, kind of like with Angelo and
Spence when they'd take their Speedos off after practice."

"Are they freshmen too?"

"Yes. They're close to six foot each and are kind of muscular but are
lankier and thinner. They filled out their Speedo's quite nicely if you
know what I mean."

"So you guys have to wear Speedos?" Parker now asked, seemingly not to
concerned about the size of Angelo and Spence's dicks.
"Yeah! It was all part of like the thing they do to the freshmen.  I
guess I got used to it, but once we all made the team, it was sure nice
to get the team trunks to wear, you know the nice Jammer compression
ones. I can't wait to swim in them!"

"So you really like swimming then, I take it?"

"Yeah, I do. I really do. I think it's one sport I can be good at. I'm
so happy that we do weight training too. It feels good to be building
muscle. I bet it's like how you feel with wrestling?" Parker thought a
minute before responding.

"I do like wrestling, but it's been different here than in Texas. I
don't know what it is, it just seems like the guys here have a bigger
ego or something. Less camaraderie of sorts. I'm not sure if I'll keep
going. Plus Rhonin being at my weight doesn't help because he's just a
conceited jerk and it's hard to like him."

"Well babe, you can get a ride home from us now. Plus I heard his
comment about calling Caleb and me fags. He is an ass." Parker shook his
head in agreement and let out a long sigh and had almost a hopeless look
on his face. "What's wrong?" I asked.

"Oh, it's just my parent's thing again. I just hope they get things
straightened out."

"We just have to have faith, babe." I tried to reassure him. Just like
that he changed the subject again.

"Hey, Chase is on the swim team, right?"

"Oh yeah." I responded. "In fact he's our leader of sorts. He's
super chill and has been a great mentor to us. And get this: I've seen
him naked in our shower room. Guess what?"

"What? Let me guess, he's hung like a pimple?" We both laughed
hysterically.

"Just the opposite. He's gotta have the biggest one in school. And does
he flaunt it! I guess when you got a big one, you can walk around naked
and not worry about anything." Parker laughed and nodded his head, but
then said something that surprised me.

"You think that's why Noah's gay? You think they've fooled around
before?"

"Dude, I never really thought about that possibility. I doubt that would
happen. Chase has always looked out for Noah and really cares about him.
I can't believe he would take advantage of Noah that way." I replied,
almost disgusted by the image of those two, but picturing it in my
mind's eye made me ponder if I was Chase's brother would I? I shook my
head answering my own question. That'd just be way too wrong. Thank
goodness Chase is not my brother, I thought, smiling.

"Speaking of Chase, do you know if he's heard anything about Dylan?"
Parker inquired, in a matter of fact tone of voice.

"He did say that he had heard from, and he is going to a different
school. He promised to tell me more someday, but we haven't had the
chance to talk recently. All I know is that I consider Chase to be one of
the coolest guys I can trust, and I'm so happy that he's my friend. I
feel like I can talk to him about anything, and he'd be honest with
me."

"That's cool." Parker responded. "I wonder what school Dylan is going
to, if it's in the area or if he had to move out of town?" I thought
about it, trying to remember if Chase had alluded at all to the school
where Dylan is at, but I just kept drawing a blank.

"In time, we'll find out about what happened to Dylan. But for now,
I'm just so thankful and happy to have you here in my arms again. I will
promise you that I'll never make that mistake again. I don't want to
lose you again. I love you so much, Parker Nelson."

Parker moved his head off my chest and gazed into my eyes with the
sexiest, loving look I've ever seen.

"Carter Michaels, I love you very much too, and I will not let you go.
We must promise to ourselves from this day forward we'll be true to each
other, just you, just me. We are one and need each other. You are the
half that makes me whole. I love you."

Slowly he moved alongside me, in my arms. We kissed passionately as we'd
kissed before, and as he moved his body on top of mine, I could feel him
against me, so hot, needing me again. I went for him, taking him as
before, tasting him again, willing to finish him, but he wanted more, and
I willingly let him take me. Slowly he entered until the pain faded, then
he picked up the tempo as he gave me what I loved. It felt so good to
take him, especially as we kissed, hugged, and when the moment arrived,
we held each other tightly until I no longer felt him twitching in me. We
laid there, basking in the moment that we so very much missed. When he
finally retreated, once again he took me in his mouth, bringing me to the
precipice at least three times before I felt the tide rise high to the
point of no return. When the wave crashed, he rode it until I couldn't
stand it any longer. Taking it all, he kissed his way up my abs to my
mouth where once again we kissed like lovers do, the taste of our love on
his tongue and now in my mouth as his tongue darted in and out. We closed
our eyes and drifted off to sleep.

Several hours later I awoke, still in each other's arms. It was close to
two o'clock in the morning. The light in my room was still on, so slowly
I got up, still naked and half hard to shut the light off. I went to use
the bathroom, then crawled back into bed next to my lover, lying next to
him with my front to his back. He felt so warm and content as I pulled
him to me. Almost instantly I fell asleep again.

Mom woke us up in the morning when she got home, and surprisingly she was
not embarrassed to find us still asleep in each other's arms. In fact I
think her exact words were "Wake up sleepy heads, someone has a
wrestling match to go to!" Parker almost jumped out of bed, then
realizing that it was seven o'clock, he quickly showered, got dressed
and Mom did agree to take him to his wrestling match. I went with her to
drop Parker off at school. On the way home Mom asked me how our night
went.

"It went well. We got our differences ironed out, and we made up. We're
back together again, and we made promises to be true to each other, and
promised not to let anyone break us up." I then asked her if Parker
could stay with us when his mom went on her trip out of town. I first had
to explain to her the situation with his parents.

"Well that is certainly too bad about what is going on with his parents.
I don't have a problem with him staying with us. I just want to remind
you that I'm going to be working, and I know he's stayed with us
before, so I don't see it being an issue with his mom since he'd
otherwise be alone. I really do like Parker, and I am happy that you two
are back together and have made up."

"Thanks, mama. I know I've learned my lesson. There will not be any
other mess ups to interfere with us being together, I promise."

"That's good to hear, mi amor." As we pulled in the driveway, I
figured our conversation was over, and Mom would go to bed. But...

"Mi amor, I also wanted to talk to you about John, er, Mr. Olsen." I
wasn't sure what Mom was going to say, but I just listened.  "So you
know we are dating, verdad (right)?"

"Si mama, I know you two are an item." Mom smiled and continued. "Well
mi amor, I think it's time that we all went out for dinner together,
you, me, Mr. Olsen, and his son Jacob. We've chosen tomorrow evening to
go out for dinner. Are you okay with that?"

"Mama! Am I okay with that? Of course! Mr. Olsen rocks! I mean it will
be kinda weird you know, him being my teacher and all, but I have to say
that he's my favorite teacher, and I love talking about Sociology or
social things that we talk about in class."

"Fantastico, mi amor. He has mentioned that you're one of his better
students. He also said you and him had a conversation a few weeks ago?
What was that about?" Suddenly I went from being happy about having
dinner with Mr. O and his son to being really nervous.

"Oh Mama, he didn't, um, tell you?" I carefully thought about what to
say.

"No mi amor, he did not. Said it was something that was just between you
and him -- nothing bad - but said he could tell you needed someone to
talk to." Immediately I felt a relief. He was true to his word, that he
would not tell anyone. I now knew that I could trust him.  Mom resumed
talking. "Amor, I know it has been tough for you growing up without tu
papa in your life. But I will tell you one thing. You can trust Mr.
Olsen. He is as honorable and as true of a person as he was when we were
in high school, and from what I've heard from those who know him from
work -- he has done social work at the hospital too by the way -- that he
can be trusted. He has told me that if you feel comfortable, you can talk
to him anytime. Whatever you discussed with him, remained between you and
him. I promise you that."

I felt relieved.  She was right. I did miss a lot by not having a father
figure in my life. Mi Tio Javier is the closest I have, and since the
incident with Javy, he really hasn't been around like before. I actually
was excited about having dinner with Mr. Olsen and his son. Wow!
Mom went to bed, and I worked on homework. The morning went by quickly
and I waited to get a text from Caleb. Sure enough around noon he sent me
a text.

< hey Carter, we still on for tonight?

< hey Caleb, yes. You can still pick me up, right?

< Yup, your house at 5 okay?

< Sure! See you then.

< hey I just thought about something. Would your friend Parker want to go
with?

< RU sure? Um, I can ask him? He's at a wrestling match RN. I'll text
him and let u know. IDK what he has going on later.

< K. Yes, he seems nice. I wanna get to know him if it's okay?

< Sure! He'd be cool with that.

< (thumbs up emoji) TTYL.

< (Smiley face emoji, thumbs up emoji)

Parker was excited to go with us. His wrestling match went pretty well,
he did win his match and basically tried to ignore Rhonin, who really
didn't care since he won his match too. Overall, the team did great, so
everyone was happy. After picking me up, Brennan and Caleb stopped at
Parker's house to pick him up too.  From there we left for dinner.

Pizza and the movie went great. Caleb's brother Brennan took us to one
of the best Italian pizza places in Loves Park, and between the four of
us we ate an eighteen inch meat lover's pizza and downed two pitchers of
Pepsi. By the time we got to the movie theaters, we were so full the
thought of having popcorn almost made us want to puke.

We watched the new Top Gun movie. Since we'd all seen the really old
movie where the main actor looked hot, it was cool to see how the new
movie would be. We all enjoyed it. Brennan is really into fighter jets,
so he kept telling us about the planes and how he knows someone that
builds parts that are used on the jets that were used in the movie.

After the movie, Caleb invited us to his house for ice cream. His parents
weren't home, but we played some Minecraft and Ace Combat 7 until about
midnight. Brennan brought us home, and we thanked him and Caleb for a fun
night. Parker did spend the night at home with his mom, and I was
actually home alone for a change. I was doing some reading and listening
to music when my phone buzzed. It was Parker.

< hey babe, thanks for inviting me. I had a lot of fun. You're right
Caleb is cool.

< Cool hun. Glad you like him. He's a good friend. Brennan is nice too.

< Yeah, he's lucky to have an older bro.

< Yup. Wanna talk?

< Yup.

We talked over the phone for the next hour about the night with Caleb,
the movie, and then Parker told me he talked to his mom about staying at
my house when his mom is on her trip.

"So I asked my mom if I could stay with you for the week she's gone."

"What did she say?" I asked, excited to hear the outcome.

"She said she'd think about it. I think she's concerned that it would
be too much work for your mom, running me everywhere. I told her that you
had to quit your job at the library because swim practice started and
that you made the swim team."

"What did she say?" I started laughing at the idea of my job at the
library.

"She was happy for you. I told her that you get out of practice the same
time I do, so it's no problem for your mom to pick us up. She said
she'd let me know tomorrow."

"I hope she will let you. Mom is cool about it. I just hope your mom
doesn't say anything about my job at the library to my mom. I had better
make sure that I'm listening so I can tell her in Spanish why she asked
that question." We both laughed.

We talked a little longer about the fun we had last night, which made
both of us horny. I almost thought maybe we were going to keep talking
this way to each other and then we'd have to you know, like jack off,
which would have seemed really weird over the phone. But then we decided
to hang up.

"Good night babe, I love you so much." Parker whispered.

"I love you too hun. I can't wait until we can spend the week together.
Let's hope your mom says yes." I whispered back.

We then made kissing sounds back to each other and hung up the phone.

I felt like showering, and as I did I couldn't stop thinking about the
last twenty-four hours. First finally getting back together with Parker
and having great make up sex, which got me instantly turned on. And I
guess the rest is history, imagining everything that we'd done the night
before. While not nearly as intense as the several times with Parker, it
was intense nonetheless, and I watched as my load was washed away by the
warm water of the shower, disappearing down the drain. I got out of the
shower, toweled off, dressed in my briefs and basketball shorts, brushed
my teeth, then headed to bed.

As I reflected on the weekend so far, I couldn't believe how great the
weekend had gone. Man, suddenly life was going super great. My boyfriend
and I were back together. My mom and her boyfriend are doing well. My new
friend Caleb is quickly becoming a good friend and spending time with him
and his brother Brennan and Parker was super fun.

And then finding out that Sunday evening Mom and me would be going out
for dinner with Mr. Olsen and his son. I smiled and just couldn't wait
for Sunday night get here.

For once in my young life, everything seemed to be going great.