Date: Wed, 17 May 2023 07:57:32 +0000 (UTC)
From: austintc@aol.com
Subject: Carter and the biker boy, Chapter 38

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Carter and the Biker Boy

Chapter 38

I was faced with a big decision. It was big for me because on the one
hand I could go on vacation to Colorado with my boyfriend for a week
camping and backpacking. On the other hand, I would keep my promise to
John to help him work on the fixer-upper home he bought to renovate
during the summer.

So I waited until Mom came home from work that Monday afternoon to ask
her opinion. In the meantime, I did go with John to see the house he was
buying. He was all excited about starting the renovation project and was
even more excited knowing that I had committed to helping him.

"This is going to be a great learning experience for you, Carter. In
fact I'm really looking forward to you helping me so I can get this job
done quicker. My target goal date for finishing the house and getting it
on the market is going to be August first. Then that will give us enough
time to do some camping again, that is providing you still would want to
go again with us?" John smiled and winked at me as he asked the
question.

"Sure!" I'm looking forward to helping you as well. I've kind of
thought about how it might be doing a remodeling job. But I have to warn
you, I'm not very well versed with using a hammer, if that's okay?" I
kind of put both palms of my hand up next to my head as if to say: `are
you SURE you want to hire me?' but my fears were once again calmed when
John responded to my warning for him.

"Look Carter, I'm more than patient enough to teach you the things
you'll need to know to help me on the house. And don't think that I'll
expect you to cut complicated geometric pieces of plywood on your first
day. Sometimes just having someone there to hold a piece in place, hand
me a tool, or simply pick up scrap pieces of wood off the floor makes a
huge difference. You have a good work ethic -- whether you know it or not
-- I've seen it in your homework in class, the way you were in your swim
meets, and running track. You're going to be fine. So don't worry,
okay?"

I felt a relief come over me and did feel better about helping John. But
I still had to make the choice of going to Colorado with Parker or
working with John. So as soon as Mom came home and dinner was over, we
decided to go for a walk to Martin Park, where we sat on a park bench
near the river's edge watching the boats go by. It was a beautiful late
spring evening, and the park was alive with people riding bikes, walking,
running, and of course boating on by us. I realized that this was one of
the few times that Mom and I had a chance to sit and talk, just the two
of us. So you can imagine that our conversation was going to be a good
one.

"So amor, tell me about your day with John. How did it go?" Mom asked
as soon as we sat down on the bench.

"It was good, Mama. I'm excited to be working for him and having the
opportunity to learn about working on a house! He reassured me that he
will be patient with me because I told him I don't really know how to
even swing a hammer, let alone know what a wrench or screwdriver thingy
really is. I hope I don't disappoint him or mess something up really
bad, so he breaks up with you." I really was worried about that, but Mom
put my fears to rest.

"Angel. John and I talked about you helping him before you went on the
camping trip with him and Jake. He had an idea he was going to get the
house to renovate when he first asked you about doing odd jobs with him.
I told him that you really didn't have any experience, but he was fine
with that. He really does like you, and Jake does too. You will be
fine."

"Gracias, Mama. I am looking forward to learning from him. I already
know that he's a great teacher, so if he is the same way working on a
house as he is in the classroom, it's going to be so cool."

We talked about a few other things related to her job, and she told me
about some of her co-workers that I didn't know, and the conversation
started drifting away from the subject of working with John. She did tell
me about how my abuelitos were once again going to the spend the summer
in Mexico. We also talked about Javy, my Tio Javier, and finally about me
and Parker. So it was a great segue to present the quandary I was in with
Parker and Colorado.

"Parker is doing well. He went on the run this morning with T and me."
I told Mom.

"What is his family going to do this summer?" She responded, leaving
the door wide open to ask her opinion.

"Well, he told me that in a week he and his dad are going to on a
week-long backpacking/hiking/camping trip in Rocky Mountain National
Park. They invited me along too and I'd really like to go..." and before
I could say but, Mom interrupted.

"Mi amor, you already committed to helping John."

"I know Mama, but it's Colorado, Parker, and camping!" I knew from her
first response that she would advise me to not to go with Parker.

"Angel. John is giving you this opportunity to work with him and make
some money. You're going to get your license soon and then you're going
to want a car. Trust me, the money you make will go fast, so it will be
best to work all you can with John. He is counting on you to help him."
I nodded my head, and knew she was right.

"Okay, I will tell Parker that I can't go." I hung my head down for a
few minutes, then stared out at a couple of boys my age who were riding
red and white colored jet skis down the river about forty feet from the
shore line. I thought it must be cool to have the money to afford
something as cool as a jet ski. Mom sensed that I was staring at the
boys, and her comment almost made me laugh.

"Cute boys on jet skis, I bet you'd like to be riding on the back with
them?" she leaned over to almost whisper to me, as if there were people
next to us that could her our conversation.

"Mama! No es cierto! You know that's not true! I mean, yeah, the first
one was kind of cute, but No! Tengo my novio! Parker is my boyfriend; I
can't do that to him!"

"Just checking, mi amor." We both laughed and agreed it was time to
start the two block walk back home. I had been thinking about the camping
trip over the weekend and what John had mentioned about Mom going with us
in August. So I thought I'd ask her about it.

"John mentioned that he'd like all of us to go camping up to Wildcat
Mountain State Park again in August. Did you know that?"

"Si, he and I did talk about it, and yes, I would love to go with you
boys. He said you really enjoyed it up there and loved going camping."

"Yes, Mama, it was a blast. I think it would be so fun for all four of
us to go." Mom agreed, and the remainder of our walk was happy.

When I got home, Mom got ready for bed, as once again she had to get up
early. I did text Parker to let him know that I would not be able to go
with him:

< Mom and I talked about Colorado.

< Okay, what did she say.

< That it's up to me, but I did commit to helping John.

< So?

< (Sad emoji face) I decided it's best to stay and work with John.

< (Crying emoji face) I figured that would be your answer.

< I know, it sucks. I'm sorry mi amor.

Several minutes passed before he answered back. I was starting to get
nervous.

< It's okay. I still love you and we still have a week to be together.
But we leave on Friday.

< oh no, that means you'll miss Chase's graduation party...

< crap. you still going?

< yeah, probably since he was the captain of the swim team. I kinda hafta
go.

< yeah. Take pics. Text me. Hopefully I'll have service in the mtns.

< I hope so too! (heart emoji)

< Run in the morning with T?

< Yup, you?

< Yup. See ya in the morn.

< K. (Three heart kissing emojis)

< Love you! (hearts emojis, kissing emojis)

At least Parker was cool about it and understood why I had to help John.
I laid in bed for a while thinking about it and about how I'd miss being
with Parker and his dad. Tears began to form as I found myself being
emotional -- knowing that I'd miss spending time doing what now is so
much fun -- being in nature and being with my boyfriend. At least we
still have the week ahead before he leaves for Colorado with his dad.

The week before Parker left for Colorado settled into a nice routine and
would set the tone for most of the weeks during the summer. My morning
started early, with T and Parker meeting me at my house around six
o'clock in the morning for our morning run. Each morning we'd run up to
the Forest Preserve district office and back, stopping for a water break
at the park bench where T and I stopped on one of our first runs.

The really cool thing was that as our early morning runs continued, T
started to get stronger as the summer wore on. Both Parker and I could
feel as if we were getting stronger and faster as well. In fact, the
three of us decided to start timing our daily run. Parker and I each
shaved close to five minutes off our time in the first couple of weeks, T
saw a two minute reduction. By the end of the summer, we were almost ten
minutes faster. It was an amazing transformation in all three of us.
After we finished our first morning run of the week on the day I started
to work with John, T and Parker both went home. I showered and waited for
John to pick me up to go to work on the renovation project. That first
week was crazy. I was so nervous, since I had no idea what John was going
to have me do. I remember walking into the house and thinking that John
really bought a dump.

The kitchen was horrible. With mustard yellow colored walls and some fake
green tile board halfway up the wall, the cabinets and counter tops
matched the green tile and were filthy. There were boxes of cereal,
soups, crackers, and chips that were left in the wall cabinets. Coffee
cups, broken dishes, and dirty bowls in the sink; cans of soup that had
long since expired were also in the cabinets. The vinyl flooring was torn
in several places, and the lighting was so dim it was hard to see
anything in the kitchen or hallway leading to the bathroom and bedrooms.

The living room was just as bad as the kitchen. The front door was
broken, one of the windows was cracked.  The carpet was dirty, stained
and torn in several places.  There was even a hole in the wall!

Believe it or not, the bathroom was worse than both the kitchen and
living room combined. The toilet was covered with some really nasty
stuff. The white porcelain tub had rust stains under the faucet and the
porcelain had been chipped off in several spots. Mold was on the ceiling
and walls just above the tub, and there was a bird's nest between the
open window and screen. I screamed when the bird flew out.

The basement was scary. The people left garbage bags full of clothes and
junk in one corner. There were boxes of more junk in another corner. The
laundry area and what may have been a family room both had wood paneling
that was loose from the studs, and the pink shag carpeting was soaked in
water, my shoes made squishing sounds as I walked over to look at one of
the boxes of toys in the corner of the family room. Honestly, the carpet
smelled like dog crap.

I thought maybe the yard and the garage might be better, but nope. There
was no room for anything in the garage, as more boxes and garbage bags
were strewn about the garage floor. The back yard was over grown with
bushes and shrubs, and the grass hadn't been mowed at all. I really
wondered what John was thinking when he rushed to buy this house, so I
asked him what he thought about the house.

"Well buddy, the first thing you need to do when looking at a house like
this is to talk to someone who can give you a good assessment of a house
in this condition. I have a friend who does home inspections and he told
me that despite the rough condition of this house, the foundation,
structure, and roof of the house, along with the electrical, plumbing,
roof, and heating system, are mostly in good condition. So if I can patch
the hole in the wall in the living room, remodel the kitchen and bath, as
well as clean everything up and get rid of the trash, I think you'll
start to see the diamond in the rough. Believe it or not, but I've
actually bought houses in worse conditions than this house."

John pulled his phone out and showed me pictures of a house that did
indeed look worse than this house. The before pictures were terrible.
When he showed me the after pictures, I couldn't believe the
transformation.

"Wow, that's amazing! So do you have a plan already in mind for this
house?" I asked.

"I do, and I think you'll agree once you see how the project
progresses." John explained as we gazed out into the jungle-like
backyard. "First, we'll concentrate on emptying everything out of the
house, basement, and the garage. I've got a rented dumpster showing up
within the hour. Once we've emptied the junk out of the house, then
we'll gut the kitchen and the bathroom. Then we'll gut the basement and
remove anything that's damaged or old from the house. That means
carpeting, bad flooring, etc. We'll work from one room to the next."
Clearly, John had a plan.

"How long will all of THAT take?" I asked, figuring maybe by the fourth
of July we'd get the house emptied.  He had mentioned to me that he
wanted to have the house done by the time the meteor shower was going to
pass through in mid-August. I had my doubts.

"We will have the house emptied of the junk by tomorrow; the kitchen and
bathroom will be gutted by the end of the week." My eyes must have been
wide open in disbelief because John quickly responded. "What? You don't
believe me, buddy?"

"I -- I guess so, I mean it sure looks like a lot of junk and stuff to
haul out of the house." Yes, I was skeptical.

"Fear not. We will get it done." John just smiled, as the sound of a
big truck pulled on to the street and stopped in front of the house. On
the back of the truck was a huge container looking thing that I'm
guessing was the dumpster.  The work was about to begin.

A day and a half later, we finished throwing the last bit of junk from
the garage into the dumpster. The junk we hauled out of the house was
unbelievable. I couldn't believe that there could be that much junk in
one house! By the time we'd thrown the last bag in the dumpster, it was
close to being halfway full.

So here's the crazy thing.  At first John told me not to worry about
opening any of the bags. But as I was bringing a rather heavy bag up from
the basement, which happened to be one of the last bags in the bottom of
the pile, there was as a sharp object, that turned out to be a hunting
knife of sorts, in the bag that did not have a sheath over it. So of
course I was walking up the stairs when the knife ripped open the bottom
of the bag, spilling its entire contents on the steps. Once again the
other contents in the bag didn't seem to have anything important in it,
with the lone exception being an old red Folger's Coffee can. When it
hit the bottom step, the lid popped off and the contents spilled out onto
the basement floor. As soon as I heard the unmistakable sound of money
falling on the ground, my head turned around immediately, and I ran back
down the stairs to see how much fell out. There were half dollars,
quarters, a few silver dollars, and a roll of bills that had to be two
inches thick!

"John! Can you come here? You have to see this!" I yelled out to John
as soon as I heard his footsteps on the floor above me.

"Yeah? What happened? The bag..." His eyes opened as wide as could be,
his mouth dropped open in disbelief. "Oh my gosh, buddy, what did you
find?"

I told him what happened, and so we gathered the money back up and put it
all in the can. He then took it up and put it in his car.

At the end of the day when we'd locked the house up, closed the garage
and were driving away, John told me that he'd never found anything like
the can in a house project before. We stopped at his house first since
Mom wasn't going to be home for another hour. After washing our hands,
John gave me a bottle of water and we sat down at his small kitchen
table.

"Let's see how much money is in this can, shall we?" John asked and I
agreed.

First, we separated the coins into dollar amounts and made piles: Four
quarters, two half dollars, and five silver dollar piles. In total, there
was eighty-five dollars in quarters, thirty-five dollars in half dollars,
and seventy-five dollars in silver dollars! As John unrolled the bills,
in disbelief John separated the bills into piles. There was almost
Seventeen hundred and fifty dollars in the  roll of money! John was
speechless and was grinning from ear to ear! He was so happy that as he
counted out the ten one hundred dollar bills, he handed me one, asking me
if I'd ever seen one before.

"No, I have never seen a one hundred dollar bill, let alone held one."
I told him.

"Well, consider this an advance on your first paycheck, buddy. If that
bag had not broken, that money would have just been thrown in the
dumpster to be buried forever. Now I have enough cash to pay for some of
the supplies I need for the kitchen!  Thank you so much, Carter for
breaking that bag!"

When I got home I raced into the house to tell Mom.  John came in too and
we all agreed that probably the first thing we should do tomorrow is to
climb into the dumpster and open all of the bags and search for more
money!

So of course the first thing we did the next morning after John picked me
up was to look through a few of the garbage bags we'd thrown in the
dumpster from the basement. But after about an hour of looking and
breaking open several of the bags, we found no more cans of money. John
called the search off, and despite my desire to keep looking, we felt
that our energies would be best spent working on the house.

Since it was already Thursday and we'd already cleaned all of the junk
out of the house and garage, it was now time to do some demolition work
in the kitchen and bathroom. John told me that he had planned to finish
the demo work by early Friday afternoon, since he had plans with Jake,
and wanted to give me the afternoon off to spend with Parker before he
left for Colorado with his dad.

Standing in the kitchen and looking at the cabinets, John handed me a
thing he called a pry bar and a hammer. I had already put on the pair of
leather gloves he'd given me, along with a pair of safety glasses.

"Remember buddy, safety is always the main thing to consider when doing
this sort of work. I don't want you to get hurt, so always think ahead
of what your actions might cause. Yes, it's easy to just start swinging
at things in here, but if you're standing on the ladder prying on the
wall cabinet and it suddenly breaks loose, falls down, and knocks you off
the ladder in the process, you can easily hit your head.  Understand?"
he concluded, speaking in a matter of fact tone of voice.

"I think so, yes." I replied, still somewhat unsure of myself and what
I should be doing. So I asked him how I should go about doing this action
of tearing the cabinets down.

"Try to pull on the countertop. Does it lift off?"

I tried, and it did not.

"Okay, so now use the bar between the top and the side of the cabinet."
I tried wedging it in, but it didn't work. "So use your hammer on the
bent, smaller end of the bar to force it in." I tried that and it
worked, sort of. "Okay, first though, to swing a hammer you have to hold
it on the end farthest from the head of the hammer and swing it like a
racquet ball racket."

Suddenly it dawned on me how to use a racquet ball racket. First swing of
the hammer and I missed entirely and hit my hand instead, and it hurt
like a... it hurt a lot! John smiled and then showed me how to do it. With
skill and ease he swung the hammer like he'd been doing it for years. He
showed me how to pry up the counter top as well. When he handed me my
hammer and the bar, I did exactly as he had done, and it worked!

The cool thing was that he was so patient with me and didn't get upset
at all, even when I swung the hammer and pretty much buried it in the
wall as it slipped out of my hand. When he came back to check on me from
working in the bathroom, he told me I was doing a great job and that he
was proud of me for how well I was learning how to swing the hammer.

By the end of the day, I had successfully ripped out the old kitchen
cabinets, sink, countertop, and even the fake green tiled paneling from
the wall in the kitchen. John had finished removing everything from the
bathroom, including the old tile floor and the old nasty toilet and tub.
When we locked up the house at the end of the day, I felt like we'd
really accomplished something good, and John told me so as we were
driving back to my house.

"Buddy, you did a great job today. I am so happy at how well you learned
to swing the hammer and use the pry bar. So since we finished today what
we needed to finish by noon tomorrow, we will take tomorrow off. I will
not be in town this weekend, as I promised to take Jake back up to
Ontario biking on the Elroy-Sparta bike trail this weekend. I would love
to invite you, but we're just taking our two man biking tent with us,
and we're meeting up with two other guys and their sons that are in
Jake's scouting troop. So you enjoy your weekend off, behave yourself,
rest up, because I'll be ready to get back to work Monday morning at
nine am. Okay?"

I nodded my head and told John that I hoped he and Jake had a fun
weekend, and that I was enjoying helping him working on the house. I also
told him I'd be ready Monday morning at nine.

As I told him good bye and walked toward the house, I realized how tired,
dirty, and sweaty I really was. Turning to wave goodbye to John as he
drove away, I smiled, then turned around and walked into the house. Mom
had not yet returned from work, and suddenly I saw our house in a whole
different light. There were some similarities to our house and the reno
house. The idea of fixing our house up became something that would be
cool to do, especially like replacing the worn carpet in the living room,
the broken tile in the bathroom, and even maybe new countertops in the
kitchen.

My phone buzzed as my thoughts wandered about the ideas of fixing up our
house. It was a text from Chase.

< Hey Carter, just making sure you're still coming to my grad party
Saturday at 6?

< Hi Chase, of course, I wouldn't miss it!

< Great, is Parker coming?

< Nope, he's leaving for Colorado tomorrow to go camping and hiking with
his dad.

< Lucky him! Well Noah will be happy to see you.

< Cool, I'll be happy to see him too.

After about ten minutes after my last text Chase responded.

< Oh, have you heard from Caleb?

< I haven't, but I'll text him to see if he's coming too.

< Great! Love to see you both!

< Likewise.

Shortly after responding to Chase and before I could text Caleb, Parker
texted me.

< hey babe, u home yet?

< si mi amor. Plans?

< to spend as much time with u as I can tonight!

< (huge smiley face emoji) yay!

< (huge smiley face emoji with tongue out) Oh yeah!

Since I stunk really bad of sweat, grime from the dirt in the house, and
all, it was time to hop in the shower and get cleaned up before getting
together with Parker. Quickly grabbing a clean pair of CK briefs, a white
adidas t-shirt and blue Nike running shorts, I peeled off my sweaty gray
work t-shirt, my old blue jeans, and white socks. I stared at my
reflection in the mirror and couldn't believe how dirty I'd gotten
working on the house! Lifting up my left arm the tuft of light colored
hair in my pit seemed to be getting thicker, and as I leaned my head left
to smell my pit the odor almost made me gag, but then I sniffed it a
second time. Same with my right pit. Oddly enough, it reminded me of the
way the Amish boy smelled.

Of course then I recalled the wet dream I'd had about him that Saturday
night in the tent and I started to get hard. Yeah, it'd been almost four
days since I'd been with Parker, so the urge was there to take care of
business in the shower.

The hot water soothed my tired muscles, and the fresh scent of the body
wash cleansed away the grime and odor from the hard work of the day. As I
soaped myself, I resisted the urge to finish what my mind had started.
Even though the vivid details of the dream with the Amish boy were still
fresh in my mind, my only desire at this moment was to feel my boyfriends
smooth, muscular body against mind.

Since Mom got home shortly after I got out of the shower, my plans were
to eat dinner with her. Luckily, she'd stopped by Tio Javier's house
and brought some Mexican food home for us to eat. Tia had made enchilada
verdes along with some pozole and fresh homemade flour tortillas and red
rice. We ate quickly, since Mom was going to meet up with some friends
from work as they were going out to celebrate someone's birthday at one
of the bars in town. Lucky for her, she didn't have to work Friday, so
she would probably be out a little later than usual.

That was the case, and just before she left Parker rode up on his bike
and said it was okay with his parents if he could spend the night. As
soon as Mom kissed us both goodnight and left, we were in each other's
arms, hugging, kissing and slowly walking arm in arm to my room.

This time instead of stripping down and hopping in my bed naked, we
started -- by total accident -- with me taking his tee shirt off. I began
kissing him, where we exchanged deep tongue kisses for a while, then I
moved from his lips to kiss his neck, then his earlobes, nipples, and
then down to his abs. I could see he was rock hard, and I moved down to
the outline of his hard cock pressing on the thin fabric of his
basketball shorts, where I blew hot kisses on his shaft, then finally up
to his now swollen, damp head.

When he couldn't take it any longer, he pulled my shirt off and did the
same to me. I couldn't take him blowing me through my shorts any longer,
so I then took his shoes and socks off, and for some reason I pushed him
back on the bed and began to caress his feet, and I'm not sure why but I
wanted to smell his feet. They didn't smell at all, only from the
freshness of the shower he'd just taken. I'm not sure why, but I licked
his big toe on the top and bottom and I thought he was going to explode.
When I kissed my way up his hairy legs to his basketball shorts, I
noticed a dime sized wet spot that had formed on the outside of the
shorts. I pulled his shorts down, leaving his boxer briefs still on for
the moment. Caressing his feet again with my hands, I slowly and lightly
touched his feet and his legs all the way up to his boxer briefs. Then I
couldn't resist slowly running my hands inside the legs of his briefs
until I felt the heat and dampness of his crotch. It was all I could do
to keep from ripping his briefs off.

Parker returned the favor, and by the time he put his hands inside my
boxer briefs, I was so horny that I would have begged on my hands and
knees for him to take me any which way he would have wanted me.
But thankfully I didn't have to, and as he told me to scoot back on my
bed so I was all the way on the bed, he laid on top of me with his hard
cock pressed against mine. Feeling his heat and rigid cock against mine
almost made me instantly explode, but I did manage to hold off by pushing
him off and rolling on top of him. It was then that I made the move to
get in position where we could suck each other at the same time. His hard
dick felt so good in my mouth, as did his precum that was dripping like a
leaky faucet into my eager mouth, tongue, and throat.

It didn't take long and seemingly seconds later we both shot our loads
at the same time. We both swallowed each other's seed, then kissed deep
tongue kisses, tasting the mixture that we'd come to know and love.

As has been the norm for us, after the fourth time, which had us taking
turns inside each other until we got close, we shot much smaller loads on
my chest as Parker ground his cock and balls against mine. It was so cool
to feel them explode next to each other, and to feel our hot cum mixing
into a smattering mess on my abs.

We laid in each other's arms for what felt like an hour while listening
to music. I'm not even sure what was playing from my playlist, but it
fit our mood perfectly.

Sometime before midnight we got up and showered, so passionately slow,
embracing most of the time until we almost ran out of hot water. Finally
we toweled off and naked we walked back to my room, climbed in my bed,
and fell asleep.
Since Parker had to be home by six o' clock in the morning, he'd set
the alarm on his phone to wake him up at five-thirty. It seemed like only
ten minutes before the alarm went off. Slowly we both got up, since I had
promised T I would go on another run with him after Parker left. As
Parker was ready to leave, we stood just outside the kitchen door on the
driveway in each other's arms once again.

"I'm going to miss you so much." I whispered in his ears. "I hope you
and Dad have a good time in Colorado. Hopefully you don't get eaten by a
bear, or worse off both of you hook up with some hot backpacking babes,
you know, a mom and daughter combo. That'd really suck."

Parker just laughed before replying. "I think you'll have to worry more
about me hooking up with the son of a mother/son backpackers, my love. In
a short phrase: that ain't happenin'!"

Now I laughed and we both shared one long kiss before he broke off and
whispered in my ear. "Just remember who loves you so much. Have fun at
Chase's party Saturday. Tell the boys I said hello. And resist
temptation; I know you will."

We kissed again and it was long and deep enough that I now wanted him
again, but we broke it off just in time before T rounded the corner and
ran up my driveway. I felt my heart race in fear thinking that maybe he
might have seen us kissing, but based on the way he said good morning to
us, I felt like he had not seen anything.

T gave Parker a high five and told him to have fun in Colorado. Parker
promised to text me when he got there and as he rode his bike out of the
driveway, I tried to fight off the tears that wanted to form in my eyes.
T sensed something was going on, but I just muttered to him something
about the damn pollen in the air was messing with my allergies. His
response: "I didn't know you had allergies."

*****
I survived Friday and most of Saturday without Parker. Mom kept me busy
shopping on Saturday, and then of course I had Chase's graduation party.
We picked a graduation card and a twenty-five dollar gift card to
Starbucks, since Chase was already quite addicted to the Ice Chai Tea
Latte drink they served. I hoped that they would have a Starbucks in Iowa
where his school was located.

I told Mom that if it got too late I might just stay at Chase's house,
or maybe go with Caleb to his house after the party. She was fine with
that but asked that I at least let her know. Coincidently, I had no
sooner told mom about that when I got a text from Caleb.

< Hey Carter, you're going to the Chase party tonight, right?

< Yuppers!

< Want to come to my house after the party and spend the night?

< Sure! Mom will be fine with it. I'll bring clothes and see you at the
party!

< Cool! I can't wait to see you!

< (big smiley face emoji)

< (big winking smiley face emoji)

So it was all set. Now I was excited to see Caleb and spend some time
with him once again.

Mom dropped me off at Chase's house, which was located just about a mile
or two east of Rock Cut State Park. His house, that looked like it was
bigger than Dylan's house, had a huge yard in front and on the sides,
with scrubby looking trees and tall grass growing on each side. Next to
the three car garage that was attached to the house were three massive
sized oak trees. I followed the sign next to the sidewalk along the
garage that simply said "party" with an arrow pointing to the back
yard.

The back yard was even larger than the front. With at least an Olympic
sized pool in the back of the house, the yard still had enough room for a
huge garden space that was almost twice the size of the pool and a sand
beach volleyball area. Once again I was blown away to think that people
actually had houses like this in Rockford. So much for thinking that I
knew everything there is to know about our town.

There were already quite a few people at the party. Chase was standing by
the back door to the house when he spied me and called me over to where
he was talking with three other people.

"Carter! You made it! I'm so glad you could come!" he smiled and gave
me a hug when I walked up to him. "Cool, you brought your clothes and
are going to stay over tonight? Did you bring your swimming suit?"

"Thanks for inviting me! You know I wouldn't want to miss your party.
Um, Caleb invited me to spend the night at his house, so that's why I
have my backpack with some clothes, and yes, I did bring my swimming
suit, but not the school suit, and no, not even my Speedos." I laughed,
and the people talking to Chase laughed too.  Chase introduced me to the
two guys I had not met before, as well as formally introducing me to his
girlfriend, Jessica. I knew her name started with a `J' but I couldn't
remember her name. The two guys, also seniors were Max and Gio, who I had
never met before or even seen in school.  We all chatted for a few
minutes, mainly about Chase and where he was going to school and what he
was going to study. One of Jessica's friends brought me a cup of fruit
punch and a short time later, Chase announced that it was time to eat.

"Hey everyone, the food is ready in the kitchen, so help yourself!" I
looked around the crowd to see if Caleb was there yet when someone came
up behind me and put their hands over my eyes. They were practically
hugging me from behind and it wasn't until I heard a familiar voice
whisper in my ear "Hey big boy, it's nice to see you again." that I
realized it was none other than Noah, Chase's brother.

"Noah!" I replied with excitement in my voice as he lowered his hands
from my eyes and turned me to face him. "It's so good to see you! How
have you been?" He now wrapped his arms around me and gave me a huge
hug. Huge enough that I thought he was going to kiss me and tell me that
he loved me. I hadn't seen him for a while in school and it didn't dawn
on me to ask Chase what was going on with him. So it turned out that he
was doing fine, other than having to have his appendix removed with two
weeks left to go in the school year. Fortunately, everything went well,
and he did have time to take his finals and finish the semester and the
school year with passing grades.

"I'm doing well now, love. But that appendix stuff was no fun, let me
tell you. Other than having a super cute nurse while I was in the
hospital, it was a bad time. But I think Dennis has convinced me to try
nursing as my major once I'm ready for college! How have you been?"

I told him about camping and working with Mr. O. and running in the
mornings with Big T and Parker. I sensed he was going to ask me more
about Parker when I saw Noah's eyes look around me at someone who was
walking up to me from behind.

"Hey Carter, it is you! What's up?" I turned around to find Caleb
standing behind me. We also embraced and smiled.

"Caleb! Good to see you again. I'm doing well. Hey, have you met Noah
before?" Since they didn't greet each other, it dawned on me that they
may not have met before.

"No, but I'm guessing I'm going to meet him now." He said as a big
grin came across his face.

"Sure, Caleb, this is Noah, Chase's brother. Noah, this is Caleb, my
BFF from the swim team. They both shook hands, and I caught their eyes as
they locked in on each other for a moment, just a little more than a
casual glance.

We were hungry so we went into the house to get something to eat. What a
spread! There were barbecued beef sandwiches, hot dogs that were huge,
hamburgers, barbecued chicken, potato salad, chips, different types of
soda in two liter bottles, some fruit Jell-O salads, and of course a huge
cake.

We found an empty table with four chairs near the pool and sat down to
eat our food. We talked about the end of the school year, more about
Noah's surgery, summer plans and then Noah asked again about Parker.

"So are you and Parker still..." I had to think fast since I just about
choked on a few potato chips thinking that I had better finish that
sentence quickly while changing the course of what he wanted to say.

"...Yes, we're still running in the morning with Big T. and yes, he
couldn't make it tonight because he's with his dad camping in
Colorado." I gave him a look that let him know that he had better not
out Parker and me just yet. Thankfully, Caleb got up and went for another
barbecue sandwich. Quickly I told him my thoughts. "Dude, yes, Parker
and I are still together. But Caleb doesn't know that we're gay, so
please don't mention anything about Parker and me."

"Oh hun, I know you can't tell, but my hunch tells me your little amigo
is crushing on you big time and is fully aware about you and Parker. He
is cute and hey, your man's not here so whatever happens, happens.
Right?" He had a huge smile on his face and winked at me just as Caleb
walked up and sat down with another full plate of food.

"Were you guys talking about me?" He asked.

"Of course we were. Good things, nonetheless," I chimed in. Thankfully,
Noah changed the subject and for the next half hour or so we talked about
school a little and about what both Caleb and Noah had planned for the
summer.

Our conversation was going well for close to almost a half hour when
Chase then announced that the pool was open. The music from the massive
sound system was turned up loud and the party was now in full motion.
Both Caleb and I changed into our swimming suits -- in Noah's room at
the same time. It was no big deal for us to be naked in front of each
other and of course Caleb was half hard like he was each day in the
locker room when changing for swim practice at school. My own dick
usually reacted as well, and both of us just smiled and giggled like two
little kids seeing our friend's dick for the first time.

Either Caleb was oblivious to several gay pride items in Noah's room, or
he chose to ignore them. A rainbow pride flag was hanging in the corner
of his room that was the first thing that was hard to miss when we walked
in the room. There were several other posters in his room, namely a Tom
Holland poster as Spiderman, a poster of Freddy Mercury, the same poster
of Victor and Benji from Love, Victor that I have in my room and oddly
enough, a Glee poster. It was just my observation, and it didn't seem to
bother Caleb one way or another.

We left our clothes and our backpacks in Noah's room and headed for the
pool. The pool was already crowded mainly with those of us on the swim
team, but there were also several girls in skimpy two piece bikini
bathing suits, namely Jessica and some of her friends. Chase was
obviously keeping her close and didn't seem too interested in swimming
laps with anyone of us like he did last summer at Dylan's house. Like
anyone would have blamed him; Jessica looked quite good in her swimming
suit, if I do say so myself.

Noah did not join us in the pool but was sitting at one of the patio
tables near the pool talking with two other girls that were also freshmen
with us. Their names evaded my mind at the moment, but if my memory
served me correct it seemed like they were close friends of Noah's.
Several times when I glanced over at him, it appeared that they were
looking directly at Caleb and me, smiling and talking about something
seemingly secretive.

After about a half hour, Chase set up the net across the pool and a water
volleyball game commenced. At first it was those of us who were freshmen
and sophomores against juniors and seniors -- only about six of us on
each side -- then it was guys against girls, and finally anyone against
anyone else. We all had a blast, and before we knew it, we'd been in the
water for close to three hours. The sun had set, and the cool night air
made the warm water feel phenomenal, and it made me realize just how much
fun having a pool would be. Since we were out in the country away from
the lights of the city, the stars were starting to shine brightly in the
dark sky above the pool.

"Dude, I'm getting hungry, how about you?" Caleb asked after the fifth
volleyball game ended.

"Yeah man, I'm starved. Wanna get out and get something to eat?" I
suggested. "I'm thinking that I'm going to change back into my
clothes, how about you?"

"Yup. I was thinking that very same thing. Good idea." He agreed with
me.

Wrapped in our towels, we quickly went back into the house to change back
into our dry clothes. As we approached Noah's room, the door was closed,
and music was coming from the room. I opened the door where Noah and the
two girls were sitting on his bed painting each other's nails.

"Oh hey there boys, all done swimming and want to change?" he offered,
somewhat startled by me opening the door without knocking.

"Yeah, it's getting a little cool out there and we got hungry again.
But hey, we can use the bathroom to change." I replied, not wanting any
part of changing in front of the girls. Caleb didn't say anything but
shook his head in agreement with me.

"Okay, well you can use my bathroom." He motioned to the door on the
right side of the room that I thought was a closet. I offered to go
first, thinking it'd be best to just go one at a time. Caleb stayed in
the room, and I could hear them laughing at something he'd said, so I
knew that at least he wasn't embarrassed being in the room alone with
Noah and the girls. Returning to the room, I was somewhat surprised to
see Emily applying purple finger nail polish to Caleb's right pinky
finger.

"Look Carter, isn't that a cool color?" Noah remarked as Caleb showed
me his now purple pinky fingernail. I smiled and said that it was, but
when he asked if I wanted my fingernails painted the same color, I
politely declined.

"No thanks, I'm good, plus I'm like super hungry and I'd probably
mess it up by getting ketchup and mustard all over it." They laughed and
agreed. While Caleb was in the bathroom Noah got up and quickly pulled me
out of the room into the hallway.

"Hey, um, I'm getting like some serious vibes about Caleb. I think
he's on our team, what do you think?" Noah whispered in my left ear,
wrapping his right arm around my shoulder.

"You think so? I mean, he's not really given me any indication that he
is, but maybe he's just shy?" I whispered back, not really sure why we
were both whispering in the empty hallway.

"Well hun, if my gaydar is correct, and most of the time it is, I'm
right, and if I'm right, he's cute and I'm kinda like crushing on
him!" Noah boldly proclaimed, smiling as he was now inches from my face
as our eyes met. I just smiled back, in awe of what he'd just said, but
thinking that if it was true, I'd be happy for both of them if they were
interested in each other. But would things like that work out? My mind
was racing with the idea that Caleb could actually be gay. How would I
have missed that one?

Noah had no sooner finished saying that he was crushing on Caleb when
Caleb opened the door to the room and snuck up behind Noah and yelled
BOO! Of course Noah screamed and then the girls screamed, and we all
laughed hysterically. Caleb apologized and exclaimed that he was really
hungry, so he and I went to the kitchen to get some food.

Along with the leftover burgers, barbecues, desserts, chips and all,
there were now three huge pizzas on the table as well.

"Boys, grab yourselves some pizza before the rest of the gang gets in
here," offered Chase's mom. We thanked her and we each loaded up a
plate then walked back out to the patio. One of the guys from the swim
team saw that we had pizza, so he announced to everyone else that there
was pizza. Most everyone from the pool exited and headed toward the house
to get pizza.

Chase saw Caleb and I sitting by ourselves near the pool and decided to
come and sit by us while Jessica went in to the house to change out of
her swimsuit. He approached us with a towel around his neck, his muscular
chest complete with a strong six pack of abs begged for our attention. A
trail of dark fine hairs started from his navel and disappeared into his
full, tight swimsuit that tried to conceal his gift from God. His strong
leg muscles were void of hair, as most swimmers either waxed or kept
their legs shaved.

"Caleb and Carter! The future of Harlem's swim team! How are you boys
doing? Having a good time?" he inquired with a sincere tone of voice. I
replied first.

"I'm not going to answer for Caleb, but I'm doing great. Thanks so
much for the invite to your party! I'm having a great time. What a great
party!" My pause gave Caleb a chance to answer for himself.

"Same for me. This is a great party indeed. Thanks for the invitation.
The food is awesome too!" Caleb replied as he took a huge bite out of
his piece pizza.

"Great, I'm glad you guys could make it. I'm happy to see you both but
sad to think that we might not see each other for a while after tonight.
I've really enjoyed all the dedication and hard work both of you put
into the team, and I sincerely think that both of you have a great future
in the pool and I hope that you both keep working hard to become great
swimmers. I'd be so happy to see both of you guys coming to swim for
Iowa." He then talked to Caleb about his growth over the season.

"Caleb, man you really came into your own in the pool. I was so worried
that you weren't going to make the team, but I'm glad you worked hard
to make it. Keep working on your strength training and once you get your
growth spurt, you're going to do great things. I'm so happy for you!"
Chase smiled, then reached out and put both hands on Caleb's shoulders.

"Thank you, Chase, that really means a lot to me. I couldn't have done
it at all if it hadn't been for Carter. He really helped me with my
mechanics and strokes." Caleb smiled and almost looked like he was going
to start to cry.

"Cool. Carter-man is a good friend indeed. I knew since the first time I
met him at Dylan's house that he was a good guy." Caleb looked somewhat
perplexed at me when Chase mentioned Dylan, but for some reason he got up
and said he was going for more pizza. It was the perfect time for me to
segue into a conversation about Dylan. I felt a little nervous at first
but felt like I had to know what had happened to him if Chase even knew.

"Speaking of Dylan..." Chase interrupted me before I could finish my
question.

"...I knew you were going to ask, and I'm glad that Caleb went to get
more pizza. I just wanted to talk to you alone for a few minutes. I
wanted to tell you about what happened that night after Dylan and I got
into the fight." Chase gathered his thoughts for a moment before he
began to speak. "So here's what went down after that night."

"To keep things short and sweet in the event that Caleb comes right
back, I'm just going to tell you that Dylan's dad talked to me after
getting Noah and Dylan's side of the story. Of course Dylan denied
everything, but later admitted to fooling around with Noah, but never
really came completely clean as to what he'd done. Get this: he asked me
how much it would cost to keep this quiet, since he knew that if a sex
scandal came up, it would spell the end of Dylan's college scholarship
that he supposedly was going to get, and that it could potentially label
him as a sex offender for the rest of his life. He then told me that he
knew Noah was gay and that should it go public, Noah could also be liable
because he could have enticed Dylan."
I was in shock at what Chase was telling me. I couldn't believe that
Dylan's dad was being like that, essentially accusing Noah of being to
blame for actually leading Dylan on. It just didn't seem right. But
since I was afraid of Caleb coming back, I urged Chase to continue so I
could hear the rest of the story.

"So here's what I did, because in my mind I knew Noah did not lead
Dylan on. Calling his bluff, I then told him that I know he'd been with
other boys who'd been to the house, and that there were boys on the
soccer team that had participated. He asked me how I knew, and I told him
that I had solid evidence and to look around at the boys who'd spent the
night before. Since he had not really been around that much and always on
business trips, he looked at Dylan's mom and she had the deer in the
headlights look, her mouth was wide open, and her hand covered her mouth
as she silently mouthed the words `Oh my God'. He then asked me what I
wanted. Thinking quickly, I just threw out the most outrageous figure I
could think of, which was ten thousand dollars for us to keep quiet about
what happened to Noah. I then told him I wanted Dylan out of Harlem and
for him to get better help to deal with what happened between Dylan and
Dayne. We went back and forth for a while and a couple of days later
after talking to Dylan, he agreed to pull Dylan out of Harlem, and to pay
ten grand to me providing I deposited in a savings account to be used for
college for Noah and me guaranteeing that we would both keep silent about
what happened to Noah the other boys who Dylan had been with."

The thought that immediately came to my mind was "what about me, and
what about Wyatt?" Chase then answered that question.

"I kept insisting that he pay you as well, but -- and here's the
strange part that I'm still not so sure of -- Dylan insisted that what
happened between you and him was mutual, meaning that he had some serious
feelings for you, and it wasn't just the fact that you must have
reminded him of Dayne. He told his dad that he really liked you and
thought of you as his boyfriend, and never wanted to let you go, but had
to when he realized that you were with Parker. He also told his dad that
what happened between him, and Wyatt was also mutual, consensual and that
because he knew that Wyatt is gay, that it was something that Wyatt
wanted."

The words Chase just spoke to me about Dylan echoed in my ears, shocking
me beyond belief. Did he really care for me that much, that he was
willing to admit that he wanted to be my boyfriend? Or was it just a ploy
to make it look like we were dating and that it was consensual? And why
did he come out to his dad to make me look like it was partially my
fault? And what about Wyatt? Wyatt never wanted to go all the way with
Dylan.

"I'm sorry, Carter-man. I tried for you and Wyatt. I was surprised that
Dylan admitted to having feelings for you and that he convinced his dad
that you both wanted each other. I knew it would never hold up in court
either and since he agreed to take Dylan out of Harlem and first off get
him help, I was okay with the end result."

"So where did he transfer to, to the parochial school?" I really wanted
to know now.

"Yes, he went to the Catholic school on the other side of the river. He
was told to not have contact with my brother, Wyatt, or you, and anyone
else he'd been with. That was also part of the agreement. Has he tried
to..."

Just as he was about to ask me if Dylan had tried to contact me, Caleb
came back with another plate full of pizza and asked what was going on.
We both told him nothing much. Chase then got up, pulled me up by my
right hand and told Caleb that we'd be right back. We went over by the
pool, and I told him about the text I'd gotten the day that I saw Dylan
at Freddy's.

"He's not supposed to contact you. I am not surprised he tried, and
Carter, I know how you felt about him, but do yourself a favor: Let him
go. Do not text him back. I know you really liked him and yes, I did
figure that out. Let's just say having a gay brother taught me how to
see things and yes, I saw those things in you by the way you looked at
Dylan. And don't get me wrong, it's okay! I just never thought Dylan
would end up treating you and Noah the way he did. I just hope there
weren't more guys that he messed up."

I wanted so badly to tell him about how Javy and Isaac got involved, but
I really wanted to find out what really happened between Dylan and Dayne,
you know, to know if what Dylan told me was the truth. I was starting to
ask when Jessica called out Chase's name as she walked to the pool
finding us both near the diving board at the deep end of the pool.

"There you are babe! Let's get the bonfire started, some of us are
getting cold!" Chase agreed that he'd better get the fire started, so
he vowed that we'd speak later before the end of the night. I found
Caleb still sitting near the pool.
He was just about finished with his pizza when I sat back down next to
him.

"Ugh, I shouldn't have eaten that pizza. Dude, I'm not feeling the
greatest. I called my brother to come pick us up, is that okay?"

Looking at my watch, it was surprising to see that it was almost
midnight. Nodding my head in silence, Caleb then told me that Brennan was
on his way and would be there to pick us up in about ten minutes. It did
make me a little upset that we wouldn't be able to join the others
around the now blazing bonfire, but then as most of the seniors were
around the fire, and Noah was supposedly still in his room with the
girls, it seemed like the perfect time to leave the party.

Finding Chase, we told him we were leaving and thanked him for the
invitation to his party. He gave both of us a hug and told me that we'd
have to talk again sometime before the end of the summer. We then went to
Noah's room where he and the girls were watching Tik Tok videos that
they quickly hid when we entered the room. When we told them we were
leaving, they set their phones down, got up and gave each of us a big
hug. Seemingly, Noah hugged Caleb just a little bit longer than me, and I
swore it looked like he gave Caleb a peck on his neck. I could have been
wrong though.

Once we'd gotten to Caleb's house and he had taken a couple of antacid
tablets to calm down his upset stomach, we sat across from each other on
the twin beds in his room listening to some music on his phone. It was
becoming increasingly obvious that Caleb had something on his mind. He
was fidgeting with the pop up button on the back of his phone and seemed
quite nervous. The urge to sleep was starting to creep up on me, but now
the idea that Caleb had something on his mind helped me fight off the
urge. So I asked carefully and quietly, unsure of what was going on:

"Are you okay man? Is something bothering you?"

Caleb seemed to get even more nervous and at first shook his head no, but
then very quietly spoke. "Can I ask you a personal question?"

"Yes, um, you can um, ask me anything, bro."

Once again he paused, as if trying to find the courage or the words to
ask me what was on his mind.

"Are you and Parker...together?" I could hear my heart pounding in my
ears as I quickly searched for the right words. Truth or not the truth.
Despite knowing how Parker felt about being out, I so wanted to tell
Caleb the truth. But instead, I balked.

"You mean like best friends?" I answered back, suddenly getting nervous
as well, thinking where this was going. "Because yes, he's my best
friend."

"No, I mean...", he paused now, unsure of whether or not he should
continue. "... are you and Parker like, gay and are you guys, um
boyfriends?"

I felt the blood leave my face and I must have turned white as a ghost. I
took too long to answer because Caleb's next statement had me dead to
rights guilty as charged.

"Because there was that time after swim practice that I had to go back
to the locker room at school to get my hat and I heard you two fighting.
I was going to break you guys up but as I got closer the next thing I
knew you two were kissing each other."