Date: Wed, 30 Sep 2020 21:02:03 +0000 (UTC) From: austintc@aol.com Subject: Carter and the biker boy, Chapter 8 The following story is purely fiction involving fictional individuals of different ages being engaged in sexual acts. Please do not read any further if you believe that this topic may offend you. If you are under the age of 18 or reside in a location where it is not legal to read these stories, then please hit the back button and leave now. If you are of legal age and are interested in said material, please enjoy the following story. Also, I love receiving feedback on my stories, and would love to hear from you! I do my best to answer each and every email I receive, and value your opinion and comments, both good and bad. You may reach me, Austin Charles at the following email: austintc@aol.com. Thank you for reading my story! Also, since Nifty does allow us authors to publish our works here for free, please consider donating to them to keep this site operating. You may contact them at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Chapter 8 My mind was spinning with ideas about how much fun Javy and I were going to have on our last night together. Since we'd just beat Connor and Terrell in a game of 21 in my driveway, with Javy sinking a three pointer to seal their fate, causing them to ride their bikes out of my yard as quickly as they could so they didn't have to pay up on their end of the bet, I told Javy that I definitely owed him one for standing up to those low-lifes. It was a debt I was going to be very willing to pay, and I could feel a yearning for fun growing deep inside me. First though, we needed to shower. Since it was a hot and humid day, both of us smelled pretty bad. Javy had his usual daily soccer practice, and I had gone on a nice long bike ride again. So yeah, we both really needed a shower. Javy showered first, and as badly as I wanted to join him in the shower, I stayed in the living room watching television. It seemed like he took a half hour shower, but then finally he emerged from the steamy bathroom. His long, shoulder length black hair was still wet; his bronze, tanned skin looked even darker with the white towel wrapped around his waist. He walked into the living room to see what I was watching, and his towel seemed to magically drop to the floor, revealing his manhood that was totally erect, with its natural curve looking up. His jet black pubic hair was full, the small trail leading up to his belly button seemed to have gotten fuller as well. His full sack was low, accentuated by his big balls. Immediately I felt myself growing with desire. "Whatcha watching, cuz?" he asked, not really even acknowledging his arousal. "Um nothing really. I was just, uh, waiting for you to..." and I couldn't finish what I was thinking of saying as he walked close to me. "You want this, don't you?" he said in a low voice. "Here it is, you know what you need to do, right?" I said nothing. He got closer to me; his fullness was now inches away from me. My desire for him soared inside me, and I felt my own erection as hard as it's ever been, raging inside my boxer briefs. I reached out to first wrap my hand around him and pull him into my waiting, drooling mouth, but instead I ran both hands up his smooth, muscular chest, running my fingers over his six pack abs, as my fingers found and began to lightly twist each of his taut nipples. As he began to moan, I noticed a drop of clear fluid had emerged from him. I couldn't wait to taste him but wanted to make this last. My fingers continued to caress his chest and then as they moved to his groin, they ran through his bush, down to his sack, where the light touches almost buckled his knees. "Oh god yes, Carter, that feels so good, don't stop." He moaned softly. I wanted to wrap my fingers around his fullness and stroke him like there was no tomorrow, but instead I lightly touched him up to his sensitive underside and then retreated back to his now tightened sack. I was enjoying this just as much as he was, and so I continued. I ran my fingers down his legs, where the same jet black hair began to thicken just south of his knees. Using this same light touches, his hair felt so good on my fingertips. Slowly I ran them up the backside of his legs, finding his cheeks. I now rubbed each one, feeling their meatiness. Boldly, my right hand went into his crack and found his hot, damp, and slightly hairy tight hole. As I ran my fingertips across the sensitive inner part around his hole, I thought he was going to explode from my touch. His eyes were closed, his head was raised up enjoying every moment of my sensual touches. I could feel the heat radiating from his steel hard erection, which was literally no more than a half inch from my cheek. I wanted him as badly as he wanted me, and as my fingers were now returning to his front, running up the front of his legs, his skin tightened and formed goose bumps, so I moved my hands back up to his nipples and slowly moved down to his mid-section and finally to his dark bush, causing his skin on his sides to also form goose bumps. If I didn't take him in my mouth now, I'm sure any further touches would cause him to erupt all over the back of the sofa or the wall behind the sofa, so starting at the base, I slowly licked the underside of him up to but not touching his underside, then I moved down to his sack doing the same; my chin and cheeks resting against his smooth inner thighs. He was in pure heavenly bliss, and finally as I licked to the end, a long string of fluid began to form, which I quickly caught in my right hand and quickly licked clean. He tasted so sweet, and now I needed to go to the source before it was too late. Starting with his sack, I placed my entire mouth on the base of him, and planted open mouth kisses up the length to the swollen wet head, which now had emerged from its covering. I was just about to take him deep into my mouth when we heard his cell phone ringing in my room. By the distinctive ring tone, we both knew who was calling. "Oh Fuck, I'd better get that it is my mama or papa calling!" Javy half yelled with fear in his voice. So with his erection bobbing up and down, he ran to my room and answered his phone. "Hola papi! Como estas? Si todavia esta en la casa de Carter, porque? (Yes, I'm still at Carter's house, why?) Ahora? Donde estan? (Now? Where are you all?) En Rockford? Okay, um estare listo cuando llegaran. Si papi. Oh no Carter, my parents are here in Rockford on their way here from Mexico! They're going to stop by here in a few minutes! I have to get dressed and be ready for them!" Javy replied, almost half in tears. His once rigidness was now completely flaccid, and I felt an immense sadness come over me. Fifteen minutes later Tio Javier and Tia Rosa along with my primos Hector and Luis showed up at the house. Neither of them got out of the SUV, as I am sure they were tired from driving all the way from Mexico. I did talk to them briefly, and they did get out to hug me. They told me that my abuelita was doing better and would be home in a few months. At least the worst had past, and she would be fine. Javy got in the back of the SUV with his things and just like that they were gone. I was now left at home for the night by myself. No Javy, no mom, no Dylan. I felt a sadness come over me, and pretty much did not do anything for the rest of the night except for watching music videos and texting some of my friends from school that I hadn't chatted with for a while. The next morning, I slept in late. Mom wasn't going to be home until later in the evening. Javy was back home with his parents. Despite being a nice August morning, the first of August actually, my mood had now become quite melancholy as the fear and anxiety started to creep in knowing that school was a mere three weeks away. This was not good, letting my fears get the best of me, so after cleaning the house up a bit, more specifically putting two sinks worth of dishes in the dishwasher and taking the small mountain of empty pizza boxes out to the trash, I got in the shower to try and wash away the gloom and doom that had permeated my young body. The shower felt great, actually. It was difficult to resist the urge to complete what had started with Javy just before his parents came to pick him up, however. Without getting dressed and standing in front of the mirror in my room, the image of myself staring back at me caused me to reflect on the sexual fun Javy and I had during his time at my house. Touching myself as my fingers had caressed Javy, my excitement grew, and the urge to finish what was started completely came over me. I moved to my bed and laid on my back. Repeating what my fingers did exploring Javy, the same results were now coming over my body. It wasn't long before my fingers finally reached their destination and a clear stream formed, leaking down to my smooth skin. As the first droplet reached my smooth skin near the base, my index finger on my right hand smeared it around, causing more to leak. Looking down something caught my eye, something barely visible, but yet containing enough darkness to make notice of what was there. It was a few strands of fine, dark hair! Finally! It even appeared that I might have gotten a bit longer than before, so as crazy as this sounds, there just so happened to be a one foot plastic ruler on my desk, that after measuring from base to tip, confirmed my thoughts: I was now ΒΌ of inch away from six inches! My otherwise tepid mood suddenly became one of relief and happiness, and as this exuberance grew at a fever pitch, my right hand was now immersed in the clear slippery leakage, gathering up as much as possible before grabbing a hold of myself. The sensual feelings from yesterday returned with a vengeance, and before long, the euphoric state of an immense orgasm literally came all over my chest, with several droplets of my seed now dripping off my face. There was hope now, hope that just maybe my delayed puberty would kick in and at least I would not be the smallest, shortest kid in my class anymore. Cleaning up as much of the semen off my chest as I could -- and there was a lot! -- the decision to shower again seemed to be the best idea. My erection returned again, which of course caused me to bring myself to the same result as moments before. Finally returning to its normal flaccid state, the now lukewarm water was a sign that my showering had all but exhausted the hot water. I dried myself, got dressed and decided to go for a bike ride. Since the day was once again warm and sunny, I decided to take another ride out to Rock Cut. I didn't think there would be many people there, so I grabbed the Stephen King book that was half-way read, along with some trail mix and another bottle water, stuffed them all in my junior high backpack and started my ride to the park. A half hour later, I found the perfect place in the park to relax and read. Before long, close to two hours had passed. The book was so good that I'd neglected to even look at my phone to check Instagram, Snapchat, and texts. Sure enough, I'd received a text from my mom like a half hour ago, letting me know that she was almost back in Mexico City, and in three hours her flight would be scheduled to take off. That meant that the four hour flight from Benito Juarez International Airport would put her back in O'Hare at about nine p.m. The roughly hour -- hour and a half drive from O'Hare to our house meant she'd be home by 11 pm. I couldn't wait to see her and hear all about how her time spent with Abuelita and Abuelito in San Miguel de Allende went. Most importantly would be how Abuelita was feeling. I had prayed every night to my patron Saint Christopher that she would be okay. Trail mix eaten, one bottle of water drank, and several chapters later, it seemed like the best decision to start my bike ride home. I checked my apps and texts again and was surprised to see this text from Dylan: