Date: Thu, 24 Sep 2020 10:40:55 +0000 (UTC)
From: austintc@aol.com
Subject: Carter and the biker boy, Chapter 7

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Chapter Seven
The following morning, I awoke early.  The events of what happened during
the night still took me by surprise but was something that was probably
destined to happen sooner or later during the time that Javy and I were
at my house by ourselves while our families were in Mexico.  Of course, I
was quite sore and when I got up to use the bathroom, the remnants of
what happened during the night reminded me of what Javy did to me. I
returned to my room and laid in bed next to Javy who was still deep
asleep. As much as I wanted to touch his muscular chest, legs, and even
his morning wood that was filling out his boxer briefs, I opted instead
to roll over facing away from him and almost instantly fell back asleep.

Since it was Sunday morning, the world outside was quiet.
Uncharacteristically for me, I slept almost until ten a.m. I was awoken
by the buzzing of my cell phone.  It was a text from Dylan!  I hadn't
heard from him since he left to go on his baseball tournament, so it was
cool to think that he texted me. Attached to his text was a picture of
his baseball team in their uniforms. Dylan was holding a trophy in his
right hand with one of his teammates who was holding the other side in
his left hand.  They were all holding up their index finger, showing that
they were number one, which was confirmed by the text he sent:
<WE WON THE TOURNAMENT!

I wrote back "Congratulations!", to which he replied,

<THANKS! ON TO NATIONALS! SEE YOU AT THE END OF NEXT WEEK! ????

He was such a cool friend. I realized now just how much I missed Dylan.
But the next picture he sent showed a picture of him and his dad; his dad
with his arm around him as Dylan was holding the trophy. Although I was
happy for Dylan, just seeing him with his dad made me realize how lucky
he was to have his dad with him.

I've often wondered what happened between my mom and dad that caused him
to either walk out on my mom and me or caused my mom to divorce him.
I'd asked Javy if he knew anything about my dad and he told me that he
did not. As soon as Mom gets back from Mexico, I'm going to ask her
about my dad. It just really sucks not having a dad in my life.

I replied to Dylan with the words that I was happy for him and was
looking forward to seeing him too. He then just sent a one word
response:
<JAVY?

To which I simply replied:
<COMPLICATED.

And complicated it was indeed. I had let him back in my life for his own
selfish needs, although he did pay may me back, and I did enjoy it.  But
would he always feel and treat me like that?  Javy has always been for
Javy.  I would have to be careful with him, even though he looked so darn
cute lying next to me wearing nothing by his tight boxer briefs which
were showing everything that I desperately enjoyed and lusted after.
I could not resist. I gave in once again to the overwhelming desire to
touch him.

First, I touched his smooth chest, nipples, and his dark skin all the way
to his belly button. The fine black hairs felt soft to my touch. He began
to moan so I stopped momentarily while I stared closely at his briefs.
With my right hand I cupped his fullness, from bottom to top, causing him
to moan even more. Feeling his warmth and firmness through the cotton
fabric caused my own to stir and throb in my briefs as well. Boldly, I
pulled the waistband of his briefs up with my right hand and with a
shaking left hand reached in and touched him. It was all I could do to
wrap my left hand around his girth, but as I continued to reach further
in his briefs, I felt the hairy pouch and its two gems, which were twice
the size of my own. My hand continued to probe further, slowly inching my
fingers between his inner thighs to seek out his hole. Slowly rubbing it
with my index fingers, his briefs were now pushed down to free his
fullness. I wanted to take him in my mouth but knowing he had not cleaned
himself since how he was with me last night stopped me from tasting him.
Instead I wrapped my hand around his fullness again, stroking the full
length which caused a drop of clear fluid to seep from the skin that
encompassed the pink head. Pulling the skin down and exposing the
moistened head, I rubbed the fluid on the sensitive spot, causing Javy to
moan again.  He was still deep in his sleep, but much to my surprise his
right hand moved down and grabbed himself, resuming the pumping motion I
had started.  For every three pumps, his fingers rubbed the oozing fluid
around his sensitive spot. I could tell he was getting close to the
abyss, and sure enough -- still deep in his sleep -- on the sixth or
seventh stroke, he erupted, spraying his chest with his seed.

I was in such a trance watching Javy pleasure himself deep in his sleep
that I didn't realize until I shot my own seed into my boxer briefs that
I had been doing the same to myself just from watching him release a full
load in his wet dream. As he laid in my bed still asleep, I got up from
the bed as my underwear was now sticky and wet from the load that was
unleashed from my own throbbing dick. I went into the bathroom, showered
then got dressed in a clean pair of red boxer briefs, black Nike
basketball shorts and a white t-shirt. I left Javy sleeping in my bed --
his load drying on his chest, his underwear still pulled down. I had just
sat down in the living room to watch some TV when my phone buzzed. It was
my mom.

"Hola Mama, como estas, y como esta abuelita?"  Surprisingly, she
responded in English, "I am good Angel, and your grandma is doing better
too."  I felt a sense of relief come over me.

"Does that mean you're coming home soon?" I asked with hope in my
voice.

"Si mi amor, I'll be coming home Wednesday evening late, so make sure
you have the house cleaned up!" she replied with a bit of a laugh.

"Claro que si, Mama.  Of course, I'll have the house cleaned up and all
of the mess from all of the parties will be cleaned up too." I replied
with a laugh of my own.

"Fantastico, mi amor. Is Javy still staying with you, and what happened
with his Tia again?"

"She got in a car accident and couldn't make it out to pick us up.  But
don't worry, mama.  Everything has been fine.  It's been fun
reconnecting with Javy.  He's been good, just as I've been good too."
Assured that all was fine, we talked for a little longer before Mom had
to go.

"Okay Angel be good, and I'll see you Wednesday night.  I love you so
much and miss you so much!"

Just like that she was gone.  Now awake I had to figure out what to do
with my day.

Javy finally woke up around 11:30. He didn't say anything to me but went
right to the bathroom where I heard the shower going.  I really wanted to
see him naked again, but thought it was best to finish eating my Captain
Crunch cereal and finish watching the rerun of an old sitcom.

***
Javy got picked up by one of his Tio's from his mom's side of the
family to go to birthday party for one of his younger primo's (cousins).
He asked if I wanted to go but I said that I'd rather stay at home. I
had to go for my daily bike ride and since it was a nice day, I looked
forward to taking at least a fifteen mile ride to help get my still weak
leg (the one that was broken) in shape. He told me that he'd be back
before dark.

It was a great day for a bike ride.  There is a path that continues east
from the path that runs along the Rock River.  It snakes along one of the
east-west roads all the way out to a busy road that borders the western
side of Rock Cut State Park.  I took this path, entering on the path in
the park that goes into the heart of park, which circles the manmade
lake. I encountered several other bikers on the path once I entered Rock
Cut.  Almost everyone waved or nodded their head as they passed by.
Stopping for a few minutes to drink some water periodically, my time in
the park was just a little over an hour, and as much as I loved being in
the park, it was time to bike home.  45 minutes later, I got home. I felt
absolutely relaxed, my legs felt great, and I was happy.
I was just going to put my bike away when I heard my name being called
from the driveway.  I turned around to see two boys from my class who
would also be starting high school in August.  Connor, the white kid was
sitting on his BMX style bike that looked like it had been handed down
from his four older brothers, was shirtless.  His white sleeveless
T-shirt was draped over the bar of his handlebars. He had grown quite a
bit over the summer, his upper body showed definition that I know he
didn't have a year ago. He was wearing a pair of denim shorts that hung
low on his waist, the band of his boxers allowed a smattering of dark
hair that rose up to his belly button to be seen. I could see a full
patch of dark hair under his arms, which was the same color of leg hair
rising from his untied high top basketball shoes up to his knees.
Terrell, the black kid was also sitting on his BMX bike, shirtless,
wearing only a pair of black basketball shorts and a pair of untied high
top basketball shoes. Tall and lanky, I'm guessing he was close to six
foot-two and couldn't have weighed more than 150 pounds.

"Yo Carter, what's up fag?" Connor said, as my back was to him while I
was putting my bike in the garage. "Dang dude, you didn't grow at all
this summer. See you've got a nice basketball hoop there. Do you even
play basketball?"

"Yeah, I'm pretty good at shooting hoops." I replied wishing already
that they hadn't stopped and that I was home alone without Javy.

"So you think you're better than us?" Snickered Terrell.  "We're
gonna shoot some hoops with you, K?"

"I don't really have time right now." I answered back, hoping they'd
get the clue and leave me alone.  These two were always in trouble at
school, and I never hung around with either of them as I did not like
getting in trouble at school or at home.

"Come on fag, what's the matter, afraid we're going to be beat you at
a game of HORSE?" Terrell replied, now standing very tall over me just a
foot away.

"No, it's just that my mom is going to be home any minute and I have to
get in and get ready to eat dinner."

"Dude, that's a lie and you know it.  Your mom is in Mexico, Javy told
us so. She's not gonna be home today or tomorrow.  So whatta ya say, how
about we play a game of HORSE, or maybe we oughta play a game of
COCKSUCKER and if you win, we'll suck your little boy dick.  But if we
win, you have to give both of us a blow job. So, what is it, fag?"

"I'm not a fag!" I replied with a tone of anger in my voice.

"That's not what Javy says.  He says you like dicks, big dicks in your
mouth and in your ass, so that makes you a fag."

I was shocked with the words Connor was telling me.  Angry that Javy
would have told Connor and Terrell of all people. Connor was dumber than
a box of rocks, and Terrell wasn't too far behind.  But now they had me
in a bad position, because I wasn't very good shooting hoops at all.
Reluctantly, I agreed to their game, only because they pushed me to the
limits, and I was ready to just burst.

The game began with Connor taking a shot from about fifteen feet away
from the hoop.  He missed badly and was laughing hysterically. Terrell
took the same shot and missed as well.  Next it was my turn to shoot from
wherever.  I shot a corner shot about ten foot from the hoop and made it!
Of course, Connor and Terrell both made it.  I still had control of the
ball and shot a free throw and missed badly. Connor did the same and made
it.  So did Terrell.  I missed. We all had a "C". The game progressed,
and before I knew it, I had a second K, and both Terrell and Connor were
the "S".  A few more shots missed by me and suddenly I was facing
elimination and a daunting task of giving myself a label that I'd never
get rid of. I prayed to god to give me strength to make another shot to
take control of the game, and miraculously I did! We went back and forth,
controlling the shot, only to lose it. But once again, I had my back
against the wall as both Connor and Terrell made an easy lay-up shot from
the left side of the hoop.  I could never make a reverse lay-up, so I
knew I was going to be done. But I tried my best, starting my run about
twenty feet from the basket, dribbling ahead.  I felt good, the pace and
rhythm were right. I had the ball in my left hand, shot the ball up, it
hit the backboard, spun into the hoop, around the ring, and suddenly as
if some evil force came down upon the ball, an ill wind blowing from
under, an invisible hand knocked the ball back out of the net, causing me
to lose the game.  Both Connor and Terrell hooted with victory, cheering
each other and high fiving as they quickly turned to see me totally
dejected.

"Oh Car-ter!" they called, mocking my name." Come over here fag-boy.
It's time to pay up on your bet! Let's go in the garage now!" They
said snickering and grabbing their shorts. I had no choice. Both boys
surrounded me and forced me to go into the garage. We went behind some
boxes of stuff my mom had me place out in the garage for a garage sale
we'll probably never have.  Nonetheless they made a perfect block from
the road, so no one could see the three of us standing in the back of the
garage, while they were trying to get me down on my knees to pay the debt
I owed for losing the game. They were so close to me, I'm sure they
could smell the fear in me as I tried to keep telling them no. Sweating
profusely in the hot summer garage, Connor smelled like he hadn't
showered in a few days or even a few weeks.  Terrell was losing patience
with me and was getting ready to walk out, telling Connor to let it go.
But that would not be the case. As Connor grabbed my shoulders, both him
and Terrell pushed me down to my knees. I almost began to cry, but
something inside me told me not to give in, even though something else
inside me was suddenly getting turned on. I felt Terrell's hands on my
shoulders as he pushed me towards Connor's damp and sweaty shorts. Since
the denim shorts were practically falling off his hips, he easily pulled
them down along with a pair of worn boxers to reveal a dark full bush and
a smallish dick and a hairy, small sack that didn't look much bigger
than mine. He reeked even worse than I thought, and as he grabbed my head
and forced himself into my mouth, the sweaty and salty pungent taste
almost gagged me.  I could only hope he would cum fast.

I got my wish. After about ten strokes, he pulled my head towards him,
and with this sweaty bush and hairy sack pressing against my nose and
chin, he erupted a small amount of his seed into my mouth. I had no
choice but to swallow, as his hands held me tight to his face. When his
orgasm subsided, he quickly pulled out and tucked himself back into his
shorts. Terrell now spun me around and just like that I was facing one of
the biggest and thickest and black dicks I'd ever seen. He was thicker
than Javy's!  Even when I'd seen him and other black kids in the shower
at our junior high gym class, I don't ever recall seeing one that huge.
He pulled his foreskin back to reveal a pink head that was wet with his
precum. Just like Connor, Terrell grabbed the back of my head and forced
himself into my mouth. I had to stretch my mouth open as wide as possible
just to get the first few inches in my mouth! Fortunately for me, he
suffered from the same sensitivity as Connor, and only a few seconds into
abusing my mouth, he shot a sizeable amount of his seed down my throat.
Once again, I had no choice but to swallow it down, as his hands held my
head against his dark skin and crotch, his salty and pungent tasting
sperm forcing its way down to my stomach.  He quickly pulled his
softening monster out of my mouth, tucked it back in his shorts, and both
of them quickly left the garage, said "See you later fag!" got on their
bikes, and rode off.  I got up off my knees, which were both now dirty
from the grease and grime on the garage floor. The water bottle I had on
my bike ride was still half full, so I quickly grabbed the bottle and
drank it down trying to get the taste of their cum out of my mouth before
I threw up.. It was disgusting to think what they'd just done to me, but
was more disgusting was that I had let them. I felt like crying, but then
I felt a wetness in my boxer briefs and realized that a massive amount of
precum had leaked from my half-hard dick. I closed the door to the
garage, went in the house, into my room and collapsed onto my unmade bed,
crying into my pillow.  What would life be like in high school, which was
only four weeks away from starting?

Javy returned home about an hour or so later.  The sun was almost setting
as he walked in the door. My eyes were red from crying and I was still
very upset at Javy for telling the idiot boys about me. I could not
believe that he would have done that. In fact, when I confronted him
about what they said, he vehemently denied ever saying that to them,
rather he said they had not spoken to them since summer vacation
started.  He did say that he saw them bike past my house this morning
when he got picked up from his Tio.

He asked me what happened when they were here at the house.  I told him
the story exactly what happened. As I described Connor and Terrell in the
details that I knew personally, I could tell that Javy must have gotten
excited, causing him to adjust something that was getting a little
uncomfortable. Once I finished the details of what they did, he came over
to me, lifted me up and gave me a tight hug. I could feel him against me,
but it felt different, not sexual.  His hug felt great, and as he
continued to hug me, his strong calloused hands began to massage my back
and neck muscles, causing me to nearly melt in his arms.

"Carter, I'm sorry that they did this to you. You should have told them
to get lost. Those idiots are just scared kids.  You could have taken
them." He whispered in my ear, then kissed my neck, causing a shiver to
bolt through my entire body. This was the first time Javy ever really
showed any compassion towards me. Prior to this, it was all just purely
physical pleasure. I wanted, and hoped that our lips would meet, and that
he would kiss me.

But he did not.

"It's okay," I replied in my squeaky, wavering voice. "I believe you
over them. I'm just upset at myself for getting so turned on by sucking
them off. I'm also afraid they'll go tell everyone at school.  Going to
Harlem will be tough enough without being labeled as a fag. My life is
over."

"Dude, your life is not over.  You just gotta be tough, man. Half of the
deal is not letting those pinche cabrones think that they can beat you
up. Don't be afraid to fight."

"That is easy for you to say when you're as big and strong as they
are.  I'm just a wimpy fag that has no muscles and who is bound to be
the smallest and shortest kid in the whole school."

"Carter, you have to learn to fight back.  It doesn't matter how big
you are, or how small you are.  Sometimes with idiots like those two, you
just need to not be afraid to stand up to them. They don't know that you
don't know how to fight. They came to YOUR house and did this to you.
You need to not be afraid to get in their face and tell them to get the
fuck off your property or you're going to beat the fuck out of them.
Most of the time, they will leave."

I tried to nod my head in agreement, and what he said did make sense.
It's just that I've never been one to fight anyone for fear of getting
beat up. I guess I would have to try. But something deep down inside had
me way turned on by what those creeps made me do.
Despite me being turned on and I had a feeling Javy was as well, he
quickly broke away from hugging me, and changed the subject just like the
snap of his fingers.

"Hey, I'm hungry.  Wanna order a pizza and play some Minecraft or Mario
Kart?

"Yeah, I guess." I replied, somewhat disappointed that we didn't
finish what was started by our conversation about Connor and Terrell.
And so our Sunday evening went.  We did have fun playing video games and
eating pizza.  I really did enjoy being friends with my cousin again. He
did give me great advice about how to handle those creeps, but I just
really needed to get over being such a wimp about things like that.  He
had a point, which was that even though I may not know how to fight, if I
acted like I did, and put on a bold front, most of the times those idiots
and bullies would back down before they would fight.  It was letting them
get the best of me that would have them returning to bother me.  Now to
just get over that fear!
Sunday night also went by uneventful. Monday the same. Tuesday night, our
last night together, was a different story. It was a nice night out,
typical for the last few days of July.  Javy and I had eaten Mexican food
from the Mexican Restaurant that's located a few blocks north of my
house.  The carne asada tacos, refried beans and rice were not nearly as
good as my mom's, but since we were both extremely hungry, we didn't
seem to notice the difference.

We decided to shoot baskets for a little while since it was so nice out.
Javy was still in his sweaty shirt and soccer shorts from soccer practice
earlier in the day, and I was somewhat sweaty from my bike ride back out
to Rock Cut State Park again.  We were having a great time, listening to
my Spotify playlist on my Bluetooth speaker.  Javy typically didn't
really like my music, but he was getting into it. We had been playing for
about an hour when Connor and Terrell showed up again.  They rode their
bikes into my driveway slowly when our backs were to the road, and then
startled both of us when the song ended.

"Hey fags, playing another game of cocksucker again? Didn't get enough
of our dicks, huh Carter?" Connor spoke, in a mocking voice.  Terrell
was quiet and said nothing while Connor kept talking crap. "How `bout
it fags, how about another game, whatta ya say, Carter?"

I began to get nervous.  Javy continued dribbling the ball. He just
stared at Connor as he babbled on. Wearing what appeared to be the same
denim shorts that were three sizes too big for him, as well as the same
dirty white sleeveless tee-shirt, Javy just had a smirk on his face and
waited for Connor to stop talking.

"Damn bro," he finally spoke, talking to Terrell. "Why you hang around
with this small dicked loser white trash, man?" Terrell just snorted and
nodded his head before softly speaking.

"Yeah bro, you got a point. He just likes my big dick too much I
guess." Terrell replied, now laughing with Javy.

"That's not true!" Connor interjected, his face now almost beet red.
"Let's play another game of HORSE to see who's got the biggest horse
cock! If we win, you faggots blow us."

Surprisingly, Javy agreed, much to my unwillingness to have anything to
do with another round of the stinky, smelly and completely repulsive
Connor.

What I did not realize was that while it is true that Javy was really
good at soccer -- probably one of the best I'd seen before -- was that
as an athlete, he was good at other sports as well, specifically
basketball.  We had agreed to play a game of 21.  Javy and me against
Connor and Terrell.  Losers sucked winners and swallowed. Connor was
already talking crap the entire time, grabbing himself after every shot
they made -- which by the time they had 8 points, we already had 16.
Minutes later when the score was 18 to 8, Javy landed a 3 point shot, and
just like that, the game was over; we won!

"Okay, so who're the faggots now? Come on cabrones, in the garage now
and get on your rodillas (knees). Connor, who had been so vocal and was
certain I would have to blow him again, was now silent, and white as a
ghost. Terrell, who knew he had been beat spoke first.

"Fuck that bro, I ain't suckin' no dick, that's his job." He said,
nodding his head in Connor's direction. "And he's good at takin' my
monster all the way down until the head of my dick hits his stomach."
Javy and I both broke out laughing, as I was now relieved and couldn't
believe how Connor had now shut up and was heading for his bike. In fact,
he didn't even say anything else, but instead got on his bike and start
riding away. Javy and Terrell shook hands, then gave each other a fist
bump before Terrell got on his bike and rode away after Connor.

At first I just kind of stood in disbelief over what had just happened,
but then I burst out laughing and went to Javy, giving him a bro hug --
our sweaty bodies bumping into each other, my sweaty arms quickly wrapped
around each other then releasing. "Thanks, cuz. I owe you for that
one."

"Yeah man, no problem." He replied.  "Those maricones (faggots) won't
be around again to bother you and me again.  Trust me!  And yes, cuz, you
do owe me one!" Javy emphasized the word one, chasing after me, lifting
me up in the air after catching me and giving me a bear hug. It was a
debt I was gladly going to repay. Our last night together before my mom
came home was going to be fun.