Date: Fri, 14 Aug 2020 14:45:23 +0000 (UTC)
From: austintc@aol.com
Subject: Carter and the Biker Boy, Chapter Six

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Chapter Six

I was deep in a dream about being lost in a cemetery somewhere in town,
but I'm not sure where it was.  All I know is that some old guy in a
black trench coat and black hat -- the kind that scary guys in movies
wear was trying to catch me. It was early November, there were no leaves
on the trees, a fog was blowing across the tombstones, and I was looking
for my dad, of all people. I had seen a silhouette of a man that looked
like he could be my dad based on the picture that my mom has of him, but
I wasn't sure.  I kept calling for him to wait and stop because I needed
to tell him something important, which I'm not even sure I knew what
that was. The man in the trench coat kept yelling at me to leave and go
back home -- something about you don't want to talk to him. Even though
it was November and I could see my breath, the image of myself was one
that was drenched in sweat -- my ragged breath as thick as the fog that
was rolling in through the cemetery. The man that looked like my dad was
now sitting on a rather large tombstone, with his back to me. My heart
was practically beating out of my chest as I got closer to him. Slowly I
approached him, my feet shuffling through the leaves that were scattered
on the ground. I called his name once more, and he slowly turned towards
me to reveal his face when from a distance I heard my name being called,
causing me to turn around to the sound of my name...

"Carter! Carter!  Are you awake? Wake up!" I jolted back to the present
time, 3 A.M. I was sweating profusely, waking up to see the bright light
from my cousin Javy's cell phone blasting in my face. "Can I sleep in
bed with you? I'm really scared about abuelita. Don't worry, I'll, I,
um just want to be with you like when we were kids. Please?"

It took me a minute or so to regain total consciousness and figure out
what day it was, where I was, and try to figure out what Javy was doing
in my room. It hadn't dawned on me to think about what had happened to
us earlier in the year.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I let you crawl in bed with me? It's just like the
other times when we slept over at each other's houses. Get in and let's
go back to sleep."  He did, and both of us fell back asleep until I
heard my mom in the shower a couple of hours later.
The dream about seeing the man I thought was my dad in the cemetery was
still on my mind when I got out of bed to wait for mom to get out of the
shower. One of her friends from work was going to take her to the bus
station where she would take the bus from Rockford to O'Hare airport in
Chicago, where she would fly into Mexico City first, then take a bus to
San Miguel de Allende (pronounced Ay-Yen-day) which was about three hours
northwest of Mexico City. As you can imagine she was frantically trying
to get everything together.

"Mama, how are you doing this morning?" I asked, yawning at being awake
so early in the day.

"I'm doing okay Angel, mi amor, como estas?" she replied back.

"Cansado, muy cansado" I said, so very tired and barely awake, once
again yawning.

"Oh, I'm sorry mi amor.  I hope you and Javy will be good while I'm
gone.  Remember that his Tia Luisa from Cicero is supposed to come and
stay at his house with him, and you should go with her."

The idea made me frown, and I told my mom that I'd much rather stay here
by myself. She didn't respond, and so it was then that I made my mind up
that I'd be okay alone.  I think she was so worried about traveling and
my abuelita that thinking about me being back home was the last thing on
her mind. She totally was not thinking clearly and didn't even realize
that Javy was not sleeping on the couch.

"Okay mi amor, Susana is here.  I have to go.  I love you. I'll miss
you.  Be a good boy, be nice to Javy, and I'll hopefully be back in a
week.  Be nice to his tia as well. Stop by the house every day and make
sure you get the mail and turn lights on or off to make it look like
someone is home."  With that she gave me a huge long hug and kiss, and I
did the best I could to fight back the tears that wanted to flow. She
walked out the door and got into Susana's car, she looked at me and
waved.  I waved back, trying to smile, but as the car drove away, the
reality that my mom would be gone for a week at least set in, and the
tears that fell could have been tears of sorrow mixed in with tears of
happiness.

I was still very tired, so I went back to my room and in the early
morning light creeping in through the curtains over my window I could see
Javy sound asleep in my bed. He had knocked the covers off and was
sleeping only in his gray boxer briefs.  It had been nearly four months
since we were last together for a sleepover, and I was surprised to see
how he'd filled out. His upper chest and arms looked more muscular, as
did his legs. Thanks to his pure Mexican blood, his skin was as tanned as
I'd ever seen it from working with his dad, my Tio Javier mowing lawns
and doing landscaping work this summer. His smooth chest and abs showed
just a fine trail of black hair that led into his tight boxer briefs,
which were trying to conceal his hardened dick and full balls -- his
thick dick was obviously tight against his abdomen. His strong, tanned
legs boasted a thick covering of jet black hair from his knee down to his
ankles.  As tired as I was, I so desperately wanted to lick his perky
nipples while running my hands all over his chest, legs and of course his
dick. I felt my own dick getting hard in my boxer briefs, but despite the
horniness and desire that was now running rampant through my young body,
I crawled under the sheet, facing away from my hot cousin and fell back
asleep.

Several hours later, I awoke to the sound of Javy's phone buzzing. I
quickly removed my right hand from my briefs as I realized I had been
stroking my hard dick in my sleep. Javy moaned, woke up and grabbed his
phone just in time to answer the call from his soccer coach. In Spanish,
he told his coach where he was, gave him directions and then quickly got
out bed. As he walked past me on the way to the bathroom, all I could do
was stare directly at his butt that filled out his briefs quite well. His
muscular quads and legs, as well as his back were just as dark as his
chest. It was then that I came to the realization that it would be
extremely difficult to refuse to do anything sexual with Javy this
upcoming week. When he came back to the room, he was fully dressed in his
dark blue soccer shorts, socks, and flip flops. He was wearing a white
adidas shirt, and his long tussled black hair touched the collar of his
shirt.

"Good morning Carter.  Thanks for letting me sleep in here with you last
night.  How are you doing this morning?" he asked in a polite manner.
"Did Tia leave already for Mexico?"

"Yeah, mi mama ya se fue (already left). She said your Tia from Cicero
is going to be here tonight to take us to your house, is that true?"

"I think so.  But right now, I have to leave for soccer practice -- my
coach is coming to pick me up. I'll be back like around one this
afternoon. You're going to be here, right?"

"Yes, I have nowhere to go. I might take a bike ride, so text me when
you're on your way, okay?"

"Esta bien. (okay) I will see you then. My coach is here, so I have to
go. Hasta luego, primo."

"Sure thing, cousin, see you then." Just like that he was gone.  I was
alone in the house, and although I'd spent most of the summer by myself
with my mom at work, this was the first time that I had really felt
alone, and I realized how much I was going to miss my mom.  I would not
be able to see Dylan, as he was away on his baseball tournament. At least
I had my bike, and it would be a great time to enjoy riding it, as well
as time to read, and maybe do some writing. It was then that I realized
that being alone or with Javy wouldn't be quite so bad after all.

The day unfolded like most other days.  I watched television until
eleven, then played some Minecraft for about an hour. It was a nice day
out, typical for the second to last week of July -- high in the middle
80's and mostly sunny.  I decided to get my bike out and ride down the
bike path toward downtown Rockford rather than ride north along the west
side of the river.  Going south meant seeing more people, so I'd feel a
little safer. Thankfully, the tires on the bike were still good, so after
putting a bottle of water in the bottle holder on the bike, I took off. I
rode all the way to the YMCA parking lot, where I stopped for some water
and sat on a park bench along the river watching some guys on jet skis.
For the middle of the weekday, it was surprising to see these hot guys
riding the jet skis up and down the river.  I had seen them up by
Shorewood park at first, and now they were playing by the Y. They looked
like they were maybe in their twenties, both had blond hair and were
quite muscular. The one guy looked kind of like Dylan, except for the
blond hair.  I couldn't help but imagine him naked, which made my dick
grow in my basketball shorts. It was time to head back home now, and I
hoped no one saw my tented shorts as I got back on my bike to ride home.

When I got to Shorewood park, the Jet ski dudes had seemingly followed me
there.  They began running the machines around in circles, and since it
seemed like a great place to stop, I took advantage of the bleacher seats
that were used for the Ski Broncs, a local water skiing group that
competed at a regional level with other water skiing groups.  They
performed twice a week for free, and although I'd never seen their show,
it was quite popular, especially on Friday nights. I had sat there for
close to fifteen minutes watching the jet ski dudes when this guy who
looked to be about their age walked up and sat on the bleachers like
twenty feet from me.  He was looking around like he was waiting for
someone.  Sure enough, another guy that looked closer to my mom's age
walked past me. He kept staring at me, which made me nervous. He then
stopped and began to talk to the other guy.  They got up and started
walking back towards the woods, which were behind the parking area. My
curiosity got the best of me, and I got on my bike and rode to the path
that they walked on into the woods. I got off my bike and walked it down
the path, which after about forty feet began to descend down to the
creek.  Just when I thought they must have disappeared, I heard them
talking. I stopped and noticed that just off to the left of the path the
younger guy was down on his knees and was giving the older man a blow
job.  I quickly backed up hoping they wouldn't see me, which they did
not. The older guy had his shirt pulled up to his nipples and was quite
hairy and looked like he had a pretty big dick.  He was holding his shirt
up with his right hand and with his left was pushing the younger guys
head towards him, causing the younger guy to make choking sounds as he
forced his dick deeper into the younger guy's throat. Suddenly the guy
tensed up and the younger guy stopped sucking as the older guy must have
came into his mouth. When he finished cumming, the younger guy spit his
cum out, as the older guy quickly pulled up his cargo shorts. I was now
total hard and had my right hand in my briefs feeling the wet head of my
own dick. I must have stepped on a stick or something because they both
turned and saw me!

"Hey you little pervert, what are you doing? You better get out of here
now!" I quickly snapped out of the sexual trance I was in and turned my
bike around and rode it out of the woods as fast as I could. I didn't
stop nor did I look back until I drove into my driveway, about a half
mile from the park. I quickly put my bike in the garage and ran in the
house and locked the door as fast as I could.

I couldn't believe what I had just seen in the park. Now it kind of made
sense why the older guy stared at me so long before he walked over to the
other young guy. Thinking about it really freaked me out to think that
there were people like that who hung out in the park during the day
giving other guys blow jobs. However, the more I thought about, the
hornier I became. I was just about ready to lay back on my bed and start
to play with my dick when I heard the back door open.  Immediately I
thought it must have been the guy from the park who must have followed me
to my house.  My heart was almost beating out of my chest; my body tensed
up as I felt waves of fear take over my entire body. Slowly I got up and
walked toward the kitchen, as I peeked around the corner expecting to see
the dude from the park with a baseball bat in his hand, there stood my
cousin Javy, shirtless, covered in sweat.

"Oh thank god it's you Javy!  I thought it was this dude from the
park." I was relieved to see Javy standing there looking as hot as ever.

"What are you talking about Carter?" Javy asked with a puzzled look on
his face. I didn't really want to tell him too much about what I saw,
because of what had happened between him and me earlier in the year, so I
didn't tell him everything of what I saw in the park.

"Um, well, I went biking through Shorewood Park on my way to the Y and I
was sitting at the bleachers near the river just minding my own business
when this scary looking dude started talking to me and I was afraid he
was going to like kidnap me or something.  I think I saw a huge knife on
his belt too.  So I biked home as fast as I could, afraid that he'd
follow me.  I thought you were him."

"Aye, Dios mio Carter! (oh my God!)  That is kinda scary.  Do you think
he followed you?"

"Probably not, but you know when you're by yourself it's easy to think
differently."

"Yeah, I bet. Hey, I'm gonna shower.  Wanna play some Minecraft? We
haven't played that together for like, ever!"

"Sure! That sounds great."  I was sort of relieved that Javy didn't
want to do anything else.
The rest of the afternoon we did just that.  When we got hungry at 6
p.m., we ordered a pizza from one of the local Italian restaurants,
Nunzio's. They have great pizza, and after eating pizza and drinking our
cokes, we went back to playing more video games.  It was so great to have
my cousin back with me.  Knowing that he was here made my mom being gone
to Mexico that much easier to take.

Javy's Tia Luisa was supposed to pick us up later in the evening when
she got to town.  The drive from Cicero to Loves Park is close to a two
hour drive, depending on traffic. We figured she would be there at 8 o'
clock to take us to Javy's house, where we would then spend the rest of
the week.  As of 8:30, she had yet to call or to show up. At 9 p.m.,
Javy's phone buzzed and it was Javy's Tia calling.

"Hola Tia," Javy greeted his aunt. "Si estamos en la casa de Carter.
Cuando vas a llegar? (We're at Carter's house, when will you get here?)
"No? Por que? (why?)

Turns out Tia Luisa got in an accident not far from her home.  Some idiot
ran the light and smashed into the front of her car. The car was not
drivable, and they had no other working cars at the moment. Bottom line
was that Javy and me would have to stay at my house for the rest of the
week, and hope that my mom would be back from Mexico on the weekend.

That was not the case. The rest of the week went by uneventful. Javy and
I got along great, and despite me waking up every morning before he did,
with me taking every advantage to see him nearly naked sleeping in my
bed, we did not do anything sexually. So when Saturday got here, I
thought for sure my mom would be returning from Mexico, which had me
feeling kind of sad, yet glad to know that mom would soon be home.

That wasn't the case either.

My abuelita was still extremely sick, and as badly as my mom wanted to
come home, she knew that she shouldn't.  She asked if I was doing okay,
and I told her that I was.  Crazy thing was that she didn't even ask if
Javy's tia came to pick us up.I think that she was so worried about my
abuelito that she forgot. Now she informed me that it would at least be
another week before she came home. Neither Javy nor me complained.

Our day went by just like the previous weekdays went. Javy had soccer
practice, I stayed home but did take a nice long bike ride.  This time I
went up past the spot where Dylan and I had fun in the woods, and then
rode past my house on the way back, through Shorewood Park, then down the
Y before returning back to my house. On the way home I rode very
carefully through Shorewood, hoping that the scary guy would not be
there.  Something told me to stop at the bleachers again, so I did. I sat
on the bottom row in the middle of the bleachers, looking at my phone.
Thankfully the older guy wasn't there, but the younger guy who sucked
the old guy's dick did walk past me.  I felt his eyes staring at me as I
acted like I was fully engrossed in whatever I was reading on my phone.
I did get a closer look at the guy as he walked away. He looked to be not
much older than me, and I thought it was pretty weird that would be there
for the sole purpose of sucking off older guys.  He did turn around to
look at me as he was walking away, and that was all it took for me to get
up and ride away. As cool as it might have been to get my dick sucked
right now, I wasn't about to let some dude like him do that to me in the
park.

Javy was at my house when I got home.  Once again, he was only wearing
his pair of white adidas soccer shorts. His tanned, lean, muscular upper
body looked too good to be true, like a model for a men's magazine or
something like that. After thinking about the guy in the park, the sight
of Javy caused my dick to stir in my shorts.

"Hey Carter, how was your bike ride? Did you see that creepy guy in the
park again?"

"No but I did see another guy that was kind of suspicious though."


"Oh, like what do you mean?"  I told Javy more about what happened in
the park, and how the younger guy was giving the older guy a blow job. I
could see that Javy was obviously getting turned on, as his right hand
moved down to adjust his growing dick. "Whoa, so you're sure this young
guy was the guy that sucked off the older guy?"

"I'm positive.  He just stared at me when he walked by. I got freaked
out by him looking back at me again, and I think I saw him motion with
his head for me to follow him.  That's when I left and came home."

"That's crazy hombre (man). So did it turn you on, thinking about
getting blown by an older guy like that?" I had to lie. This was the
first time we really talked about sex since he came to stay at my house
this time.

"No, it didn't.  Too creepy, don't you think?"

"Yeah I suppose. But it looks like your dick thinks otherwise."  I had
to laugh at his remark. True I was pretty turned on by the idea.  It had
been five days since I'd jacked off, and almost a week since Dylan and I
had fun on the bike path.  I had to change the subject fast.

"Um hey, you wanna order a pizza for dinner and play Minecraft again
tonight?

"Yeah, okay. That's fine. We can play some other games too.  That's
cool.  Hey, I'm gonna take a shower to get out of these sweaty
clothes."

Javy took a long shower and emerged from the bathroom just wearing his
white boxer briefs that were at least two sizes too small from him. I
could easily see the outline of his dick that was still hard and almost
straining to be released from his underwear. I tried not to notice, but I
think he purposely did not put on his shorts just to get me turned on. It
worked. My dick was now hard as a rock, and I had to do everything I
could to not stare at Javy's underwear. I just did not want anything to
happen sexually between us, because I knew how he would be with me.

After eating most of a large cheese, pepperoni, and mushroom pizza, we
settled down to play Minecraft and other games for the rest of the night.
Finally, about midnight, we decided to go to bed. It was warm in the
house, and both of us were wearing only our underwear. I was super tired,
and when we got into my bed, I was almost asleep when Javy began.

"Carter, are you awake?"

"Mmmfph... barely. What's up?"

"Well man, I just wanted to say I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"For you know, I mean for what I've done to you. First for, well, um
showing you that stuff on my phone, and then um, being a jerk with you,
and then getting caught by my papa, and ultimately breaking your leg. I
felt so bad about that."

I could hear the genuine sincerity in his voice, or at least I thought I
did as I was somewhere between being awake and falling asleep. That point
where you've started dreaming but are still awake. "It's okay primo
(cousin).  We're good." He then asked me for a hug.  We were both
wearing just our underwear, and as we embraced while lying in bed, I
could feel his warm muscular body against mine, as well as his dick,
which still hard. The feeling of hugging Javy was the best feeling I'd
had in a while, but despite him trying to hold our embrace, I just
whispered to him in my trance like voice, "I am so tired, good night."
With that being said, I rolled over on my stomach and fell asleep.

I'm not sure what time it was. I was deep in my sleep and was having
some crazy dreams about my abuelita, then about Dylan and me in his
swimming pool. All I know was that just after that dream about Dylan, I
then began dreaming about the weird younger guy at the park. I was lying
down on the second row of the bleachers.  The mid-day sun was beating
down on my pale body -- I was wearing nothing but a navy blue Speedo, of
all things. The weird younger guy who told me his name was Alex, came up
to me while I was sunbathing and asked if he could put some suntan oil on
me.  I told him that it would be cool if he would.  So of course, he
started rubbing the lotion on my back and my legs.  The warm coconut
scented oil felt so soothing and good being rubbed in that I could feel
my dick getting hard in my Speedos. He then asked me to turn over and lie
on my back, which of course I did.  His smooth hands felt so good as he
spread the lotion on my upper chest, then my arms, and my legs. By now I
could feel my dick was about as hard as it's ever been and was begging
to be released from the Speedos.

"I'm going to need to take off your Speedos so you can get an all over
tan.  This is a nude beach you know." At that moment I did realize that
Alex was naked. He had a great body that was tan all over -- even in his
groin area. His huge, strong hands continued to massage the oil as I
rolled over on my stomach. My Speedos were now off, and he had spread the
oil all over my back, the back of my legs and on my butt.  When he got to
my butt, he laughed at how white my butt cheeks were.

"Awww, what a cute little white butt you have, Carter."  He continued
to massage my butt cheeks, and then I felt his oiled fingers work between
my legs, massaging first from my ankles and then all the way up to my
butt hole. He was now teasing my hole, coming so very close with his
right index finger. "Does that feel good?" he asked.  All I could do
was nod yes. "Oh, you don't have any hair in your butt area, I like
that." As his fingers touched my butt hole, I thought I was going to cum
right then and there. I heard Alex just laugh as he knew how good he was
making me feel. "Roll over, Carter." I did as he said.

"Oh look what we have here! What a nice little cock you have, and no
hair around it.  You're such a stud, you must shave, right?" He then
laughed sort of an evil laugh as he squeezed the suntan oil out from the
bottle on my smooth groin and my hairless balls. When he began to massage
my groin and my balls, I thought I was going to cum right away, but just
as I felt like I was going to cum, he stopped.

"Should I continue? You want me to suck on that nice little dick of
yours, don't you?"  All I could do was nod my head in agreement. "Of
course, I'll suck on that nice dick and lick and suck on your hairless
balls. But I'm going to go really slow, so you enjoy this, just like you
deserve."

When Alex took my entire dick in his mouth, I thought I was going to
explode. He engulfed my entire 5.5 inches deep into his mouth. It felt
amazing, and I was hoping he would continue forever, but as soon as I got
close to cumming, he stopped and just stared deeply into my eyes.

"Do you want me to continue Carter?" I heard him whisper. I nodded yes
in agreement. My dick was practically begging for his mouth that was so
hot and wet and so inviting.  It felt so good as he moved his tongue up
and down the underside of my pulsating dick. But I wanted more.  I needed
to feel that expert tongue on my hole to help make me cum. Alex seemed to
understand this because without asking I raised my suntan oil covered
legs up and he licked down my swollen balls to my hairless hole and began
to lick it like crazy.

"Can I fuck you, Carter?" I heard Alex's voice, which oddly sounded
like a voice I'd heard before. I nodded yes. Now I could feel my dick
leaking pre-cum like crazy. He continued to lick my hole for what seemed
like a long time and I could feel like I was ready to shoot all over the
place. As he returned to suck my dick I felt if building from deep
within. I reached down to run my fingers through his short blond hair,
but something was suddenly different. As the bright and sunny day
suddenly got cloudy and turned dark, I began to feel Alex's hair growing
long, long enough to touch my groin, and as I woke up I realized that it
wasn't the weird younger guy Alex who was in my dream, but was in fact
Javy who was sucking me.  It was now Javy's huge thick uncut dick that
was smearing its pre-cum all over my smooth slippery hole trying to break
through and slip inside me.

"Please Carter, you know you want me.  I promise I'll finish you. But
right now, I just need you so badly" Suddenly I was completely awake and
aware of what was happening.  I had not been fucked since Javy and I got
caught by my Tio back in March. As desperate to cum as I was and how
horny I felt, my butt was practically begging to feel Javy's huge upward
curved dick inside my tight hole. I nodded to him in agreement just as I
felt the pressure of his hard dick head trying to break through. Finally,
my wet, tight hole succumbed to the pressure of his steel hard dick, the
pre-cum slickened head breaking through, plunging his dick inside me.
The immediate pain shot through me, but I took several deep breaths and
tried to relax and get used to his immense size like before, and as I
did, by the time he began to move his dick in and out, I had gotten used
to his size. It felt so good to have him in me, and in what seemed like
only a minute or so I heard his breathing increase and then felt his dick
unleash a torrential flood of his hot cum pulsating deep into my bowels.
Finally, as the jets of cum stopped and his dick stopped spasming in my
butt, he pulled out, and just as he promised, he engulfed my hard leaking
dick deep into his mouth. Seconds later the floodgates opened, and a
massive orgasm of unleashed what felt like gallons of cum deep into
Javy's mouth. Unlike the last time we were together back in March, this
time he took every drop, sucking me dry until my orgasm stopped.

Javy collapsed on the bed next to me, covered in sweat. He had swallowed
my entire load, just as he had shot his load deep inside my butt.
Somehow, it felt so good, and it felt so right to have him lying next to
me. This time though, unlike the last, he leaned over, stared at me with
his deep dark brown eyes and whispered "thank you" before he laid back
down and we both drifted off to sleep.