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Carter and the Biker Boy
Chapter 15
I must have cried myself to sleep after seeing the text from Emma. I woke up about an hour later, answered Emm's text back and told her I was okay. She didn't answer me back, so I figured she had just gone to bed. I could not believe that someone in the locker room was mean enough to take a picture of me wrapped up in athletic tape with my gym shorts around my ankles walking bare-butt back to my locker. Thankfully not much of my butt was showing, but it was enough to know that I had no underwear on, so it made even more humiliating. My only hope was that the picture didn't go viral like it had said, and that not many people would realize it was me. Fortunately, no one else had texted me about the picture.
Friday morning came way too early, and I was awoken by my mom when she came home from work. It was going to be a beautiful Labor Day weekend and I was just happy that it was Friday and I only had to make it through the day before having the three days off. Since the sun was shining and it was supposed to be almost 80 degrees, I threw on my favorite blue Nike tee-shirt and a pair of khaki cargo shorts. Mom made me some breakfast burritos, and then took me to school. I didn't tell her about the picture someone took of me in the locker room, but if it did go viral around school, then I would definitely ask her to do something about it.
I quietly went into the building, looking around to see if anything was being said about the picture. So far, so good. I went to my locker, still good. Big T came up and started talking to me and didn't mention anything about it. Good. I didn't think that Parker would have gotten anything either, since I didn't think he'd gotten anyone's number yet. That reminded me that I did need to give him my number, just in case. Hopefully, Abbie and Megan didn't get the picture either.
My fears were all for not. Apparently the picture didn't go viral, or at least if it did no one figured out it was me. Thank God for minor miracles! When I talked to Parker about it at lunch time, he just shook his head in disgust and after some thought, gave me a great idea.
"Don't erase that picture. Do you think it might have been the jocks from our social studies class that did that to you?"
"I'm really not sure. I mean, it could have been them. But I was like totally afraid for my life, so I didn't think to see who they were. Why?" "Because here is what I think we can do..."
When he told me his plan, I agreed that it would be perfect, especially if it was indeed those guys.
"So enough about that." Parker said, trying to ask me something that seemed to be hard for him to ask, strangely enough. "What are you doing this weekend? Any plans?" I thought he would never ask me about the weekend.
"Well, I was supposed to do something with my friend Emma, but she hasn't mentioned anything about since she got grounded. Then my cousin Javy wanted to come over or wanted me to spend the night at his house tonight or Saturday, but I haven't heard anything from him either. Oh, and then Dylan invited me to his house for a year end pool party and said I could stay over at his house too. But I think he will have all of his friends that are his age over and I'd just feel uncomfortable."
"Oh, okay. Well it sounds like you have a lot of options." He sounded dejected and a bit sad, an emotion I'd not yet seen from my very confident and upbeat new friend.
"Not really -- I mean what's going on -- I haven't told any of them yes or no. What're you doing this weekend?" Parker smiled an impish grin, one that was like the kind of smile you try to hide but can't really hold back.
"Well, I told my mom about you, and she told me that you would be welcome to come over and hang out tonight or Saturday if you want?"
"Really!? That sounds like fun! I'll check with my mom when she wakes up. Actually she has to work this weekend, so I'll just be home alone at night each of those nights. Since she had to spend a couple of weeks in Mexico this summer when my abuelita got sick, she has to work extra shifts to make up for it." Now I was excited. Then I just had to ask him one question: "Do you like to go on bike rides?"
"Oh heck yeah! I used to bike all over the place in Texas. I hear there are some cool trails here too. Do you go on them?"
"Yes, I sure do. This summer Dylan and I went biking to Rock Cut, where there are a lot more trails. We could go there. I guess there is another trail that goes from Roscoe, a small town north of here all the way into the next county. I love to go bike riding."
"Cool. Well text your mom to see if you can come over tonight. Maybe we can work on the group project too."
"You're not serious, are you?" I asked him jokingly.
"Heck no! Not on a holiday weekend!" We both laughed and headed to our next classes.
The rest of the day went great. No sign of my picture anywhere. Two more classes to go -- Social Studies and the dreaded gym class. Parker caught up to me on the way to Mr. Olsen's class. I had looked around for Emma, but she was nowhere to be found today.
"So Carter, ready for the last two classes?"
"Yup, You?"
"Born ready." He smiled and gave me a high five. I liked this guy, and he was quickly becoming my best friend.
We walked into Mr. Olsen's class and sat down at our desks. Everyone else came in as well. The class was talking loudly, and the jocks were looking over at me and laughing. I tried to ignore them, and once Mr. Olsen walked into the room and closed the door, they sat down and miraculously paid attention to Mr. Olsen while he took attendance and started to lecture us about the same topic as last class: Middle Eastern geography. He announced that there would be a quiz on Tuesday over the terms in the book and the lecture, so it would be in our best interest if we took notes on his lecture, specifically what he wrote on the board. I glanced over at Parker a couple of times to see him taking notes and paying close attention to what was written on the board. I might have been mistaken, but as I glanced down at his shorts, it looked like he might have had a boner, and about the time I glanced casually over at him again, his right hand quickly moved down to pull on his shorts a little, as if to adjust himself. As soon as he did, he must have sensed me looking his way because he glanced up at me and I quickly looked away and couldn't help but smile the same impish grin that he had earlier. It looked like his face turned red a little, but then that smile started again...
Finally the bell rang, and it was time to go to gym. Big T followed both of us into the locker room and we quickly got dressed in our gym clothes and headed out to do warm up exercises. Once again, we were allowed to play tennis. This time Parker and I took on these two other geeks who could barely swing the racket. Just before the coach blew the whistle we had completed our third straight game over the geeks who just made stupid noises and hand motions that was like some secret language or something. I didn't think there could be anyone that hated gym class as much as I did, but these guys definitely beat me. This time when we headed back, Parker and Big T stayed by me and followed me back to our lockers. Thankfully, nothing happened, and I didn't see the jocks that were responsible for messing with me yesterday.
School was finally over! I waited for Parker to come over to my locker so we could walk out to the bus. I had to ask him for his number, but he asked before I got the chance.
"Hey man, wanna give me your cell number so we can talk about you coming over?"
"Sure, that's cool." We exchanged numbers and it was cool to see that he still had a number that started with a Texas area code. Big T wasn't on the bus, but the freaks Terrell and Connor were. They went to the back of the bus as usual and as they walked by me they were laughing and stopped laughing just enough to call me "mummy boy" as they walked by. I could feel my face getting red and Parker put his hand on my shoulder and told me to calm down, they weren't worth getting upset about. I felt his touch on me and it about gave me chills. I just smiled and shook my head and told him he was right.
When we reached his stop, he got up and said he'd expect my text later. I smiled and nodded and looked out the window as he got off the bus. He turned, smiled back, and waved just as the bus began to drive away.
When it was my stop, I got off the bus quickly and as I was walking to my house I heard Terrell and Connor yell something at me like "Mummy boy". I just ignored them and went into the house. Mom was awake already and was making dinner for both of us.
"Hola mama, como estas?" I asked as I walked in the door to the kitchen.
"Bien mi amor, y tu? How was escuela?" I loved it when she mixed Spanish and English.
"It was good. So much better than yesterday. Guess what!"
"No se. I have no clue. What?"
"Parker invited me over this weekend. He said I can go over to his house tonight and tomorrow. He is new here so I thought we could go bike riding and I could show him the trails like out to Rock Cut. It's supposed to be nice weather this weekend and you have to work, right?"
"Si, mijo. Aye, that four letter word work. But that is what I get for spending so much time with your abuelita in Mexico. So are you asking me if you can spend the weekend with Parker? What happened with you and Javy, I thought you boys were going to play video games all weekend?"
"He never got back with me. I think he's busy with soccer practice and all. Dylan did invite me over too for an end of the year pool party on Saturday, but I'm going to feel out of place if all his friends his age are going to be there."
"Well listen to you, Senor Popular here. That is good. I would hate to see you sit at home by yourself. If you want to go to Parker's house, that's fine with me. Just make sure you have your homework done! I don't want you to be staying up Monday night until midnight doing your homework! Okay? And dinner is just about ready. Let's eat, as I have to be to work at 5 tonight."
"Thanks mama, I'll make sure my homework is done before I go to his house." I'll text you when I leave and when I'm coming back home so you don't worry about me. Okay?"
Mom was cool with that. We sat down and she told me about some of the things going on at work. She then told me about my abuelita and how she was doing. All too quickly, dinner was over, and she had to get ready to go to work. I cleaned up the kitchen and then went to start my homework. A few minutes later mom was ready to leave, so she gave me a hug and kiss and told me to behave wherever I went over and told me to be respectful and mind my manners. I told her that of course I would, and just like that she left the house and was gone. I knew I would miss spending time with my mom because lately it seemed like all she did was work and sleep. But I knew the life of an ER nurse, and it was a lot of tiring, unforgiving, difficult work, especially for a single mom.
Once I finished my homework, which was just some math that was super easy, I sent a quick text to Parker.
< Hi Parker, it's Carter. How are you doing?
< Carter! I'm doing great. Just chillin' after dinner.
< Ah cool. I just finished my math homework and cleaning up the kitchen. Mom already left for work.
< Hmm. So you're by yourself then?
< Yes, until she comes home tomorrow morning around 7 am.
< Did you ask if you could come to my house tonight and tomorrow?
< Yes, it is fine with her. I just have to let her know when I leave and when I return back home. I can't stay out real late.
< Oh, did you ask if you could sleep over?
< Actually she told me that if you asked me to stay overnight, she would be fine with it (happy emoji)
< Do you want my mom or dad to pick you up?
< I can ride my bike up if you have a place I can put my bike?
< Of course! that way we can ride right from my house.
< Great idea! Okay, let me get some stuff in my backpack and I'll be up.
< Okay, sweet! Here's my address:
I was way too excited. I gathered my sweats, some clean underwear and socks, shorts and a couple of shirts, my Cubs hat, and I was ready to go. I was just about ready to head out the door when I got another text, this time from Dylan.
< Carter-man, are you coming over tomorrow?
< Hey Dylan. I'm not sure yet. What time is the party?
< Um, around 5. I'd love to see you and hope you can spend the night. I'm just having a couple of my friends over and you. You're the only one I invited to spend the night. My mom really likes you.
Now I was caught between going to spend time with Dylan and staying with Parker. I suppose that since Dylan did invite me first, I should probably go there tomorrow night. Who'd have thought I'd be so popular? Not me! Guess I had better answer Dylan back.
< Okay, I'll talk to my mom tomorrow and see if it's okay. She has to work this entire weekend.
< Cool. Would be great to see you and hear about your first week at Harlem. Thanks for coming to our first game, btw. Javy is a good player, too. Glad we won!
< Okay. The game was fun. TTYT.
< Cools. Later!
I was now curious as to know why he just wanted me to spend the night. But then again it shouldn't be a surprise to me based on what happened last time I spent the night. It had been a while since I was last at his house, so I started getting excited at the thought of being with him again. At least it should be a very fun Labor Day weekend!
Grabbing my backpack, some snacks, my toothbrush, and the house keys, I locked the door to the house, got my bike out of the garage, shut the garage door, and took off for Parker's house. The street he lived on was just off the street that ran by my house. So about seven or eight blocks to the north, I pulled on to his street and realized that his house backed up to the river. He was in the driveway shooting baskets when I rode my bike up the driveway to his house. He had a huge smile on his face that looked to be somewhat of a relief knowing that I actually showed up.
"You made it! Thanks for coming!" he said with that cute smile.
"Thanks for inviting me! I'm glad that I won't have to spend the night alone. It's hard when my mom works third shift. I do spend a lot of nights at home alone. But I get along okay I suppose. Javy and my Tios do not live too far away, so if something happens I can call them right away and they will come over to help me.'
"Oh that's cool. Yeah, I know what it's like to spend time alone. Like I told you at school, Mom and Dad don't get home until after 6 at the earliest. We eat out more than we should. At least we like that local fast food place. What's it called? Beef -- a -- something. I love their shakes!"
"OH yeah, I love their cheddar fries. Those are awesome!"
"Yes, they are" Parker replied. "Now I'm getting hungry, and we just got done eating!" I just smiled and nodded my head. "So let's go in the house and you can meet my parents. Sound good?"
"Sure, that's cool." I usually wasn't nervous about meeting parents or adults in general. I was a little nervous now though. His dad was sitting in the living room watching the news and reading the newspaper. His mom was in her office doing some paperwork. Parker introduced me as his friend Carter. Both of them shook my hand and were impressed that I offered my hand to them first. We then went to Parker's room, which was located at the end of the hallway.
He had a nice room, with baseball as the theme of his room. On the walls he had posters of Cubs players and a couple of musicians. Along the wall was a queen-sized bed with a Texas Rangers comforter on top of the bed. On the opposite wall across from his bed was his desk, which was covered with his books from school, his backpack, and a laptop computer. There were a few shelves above the desk, which had some pictures of him with what looked like a swimming team, and another one with what looked like a wrestling team. Next to the pictures were some ribbons that he'd probably won in different competitions.
Just like Dylan's room, but a lot smaller, I thought. On the west wall of his room was a large window that offered a perfect view on the Rock River. I could see the bike path on the opposite back of the river and just as I glanced to that side of the river, I could see a couple of bikers heading north towards Sportscore park.
"You can put your backpack on the floor by the bed or in the chair there on the right side of the bed if you'd like. So what do you want to do first? We could probably go for a small bike ride; I think there is time until it gets dark. What do you think?"
"That sounds great. Have you been on the path across the river before?" I asked him, hoping he'd say that he hadn't.
"Nope. Haven't ridden at all here. Let's go."
And so we took off for the Riverside Bridge, then crossed the street and soon we were riding on the path heading towards the spot where Dylan and I first... well, you know.
"Whoa, these limestone bluffs are pretty cool," Parker exclaimed as we rounded the small curve in the blacktopped bike path, exposing the three story high jagged yellow limestone bluff, littered with small scrubby trees and leaves from the previous fall. "And hey, that flat area looks pretty neat too. Is it possible to go up there?"
"Sure, want to stop and check it out?" I replied, knowing the spot all too well from my experience with Dylan earlier in the summer. We came to a screeching halt with our bikes, parked them along the side of the path closest to the bluff, then walked up the short incline to the flattened limestone area. Since I'd been there with Dylan there was evidence that other people had been there, based on the empty beer and soda cans, and a few empty chip bags. Then Parker noticed something that definitely wasn't there the last time.
"Dang, looks like someone had fun up here, look Carter, over here." As I walked over to where he was at he pointed down to what we thought was a used condom. Obviously, we didn't touch it or check to see if it truly was used, but it was the first time I'd ever seen one rolled out like that one. I felt my dick start to stir in my shorts as the thought of someone having sex up here on this rock was intriguing.
"Wow, looks like it would be a great place to bring someone, huh? Doesn't look like anyone can see up here from the trail. Cool place, huh?" I was a little tentative in my response as I didn't want to seem too excited about Parker finding the rubber, but then again he wasn't disgusted by it, so why should I worry, I thought to myself.
"Yeah, it would be. If you're into that kind of thing doing it outside," he smiled and laughed as he walked away from the spot, still scanning the ground to see what else he could find.
"Nothing wrong with doing it outside I guess, as long as you don't get caught, right?" I replied laughing as well, all the time trying to conceal what was growing harder by the second.
"Not at all. But hey, let's get back to riding. How much longer is the path?" he asked, changing the subject.
"Um, depends on how far you want to go. We can go up to the Forest Preserve headquarters, go around the lake and come back, or cross the bridge and make our way along North Second Street to your house. We could also ride further and go up past where Dylan lives, if you want. Doesn't matter to me."
"Dylan?" he asked, with a blank stare look.
"Yeah, Dylan, the goalie from our varsity soccer team, remember?"
"Oh, yeah... THAT Dylan. Sure, let's go that way."
We continued the ride north, first going through Sportscore, past the soccer field where Javy broke my leg, then to the park headquarters before going around the lake, cutting through the small path in the woods that crossed the railroad tracks and continued on a small country lane. About two miles further and we passed Dylan's house. Had he been outside we would have stopped, but there was no action at all at his house. Another mile further and the street ended, so we headed back south, and a short half hour later returned to Parker's house.
"Hey Carter, that was a cool ride. Thanks for suggesting the ride! I love the bluffs, and that cool spot where we stopped. That lake is cool too; was it an old quarry or something? It looks similar to place I used to go to in Texas. That was kind of scary though because there were always big snakes by the water, and I HATE snakes!"
"I don't like them either. Well if you're up for a longer ride tomorrow we can ride out to Rock Cut, and I'll show some neat places there too."
"Awesome. Hey wanna go in the backyard and play some catch? I've got an extra glove for you to use."
"Okay. Gotta say that I'm not very good, but I'll try. It's been a long time since I've played catch." We went to Parker's backyard, which was beautiful. There were like three or four huge oak trees scattered around the yard, each of them had some sort of plants around them. The yard was flat from the back of the house to about forty feet from the house where it terraced down to the river, as someone had built four terraced walls of those big landscaping bricks. Each of the terraces had perennial flowers and one had a small patio area with a picnic table, some chairs, and a small fire pit. Tied up to a small pier was a pretty good sized pontoon boat.
"Wow, I love your backyard! You guys have a pontoon boat?" I asked trying not to sound too over-amazed, but I was...
"Yeah, believe it or not it came with the house. We've only been in this house for a month now, I think. Dad wanted to get us here before I started school, and he bought this place right away after seeing it. It is a nice house, doesn't need too much work and is definitely big enough for the three of us. I'll show you the basement when we go in. It's pretty cool too."
We began to play catch and talked about baseball as we tossed the ball. Parker was happy to be back in the Midwest so he could watch the Cubs games on tv and was hoping to go to Chicago to a game in September. I was envious of him as he seemed to have natural athletic ability, where I could not even throw the ball right. I was embarrassed and was ready to ask if we could quit, but then Parker showed me how to throw the ball, and how to catch it, trying to instill confidence in me as my throws -- and catches -- got better.
"Sorry man that I'm so crappy. It's just that in my Mexican family it's all about soccer and not baseball." I offered, not realizing that I'd just opened myself up to the next obvious question that I tried to avoid answering from Parker before...
"You mean your dad doesn't like baseball either, has he ever played catch with you before?" With sincerity in his tone of voice, I felt comfortable that I could trust my new friend with the secret about my dad, or lack of him. So I began.
"Well, I really don't know where my dad is, nor has he been in my life since I was a baby. He got in trouble and at one point has been in prison. It's been hard on my mom and me, but Javy's dad and my abuelito have been my father figures." I could tell it bothered Parker, and rather than throw the ball back to me again as we had been, he held the ball and started walking toward me.
"Oh Carter, I'm sorry. I -- I didn't mean to, you know, um, you didn't need to tell me, but one thing you will learn about me is that you can trust me not to go and tell others when my friend tells me something that is as private as about your dad. I'm sorry that he left you and your mom." He was now standing about two feet from me and asked me if I wanted to go down by the river and sit at the picnic table. I nodded my head that I did and so when we got to the table, I continued to tell him all about what my father did, and what landed him in prison.
"So you know what, it's probably better that he's not in your life. I mean, I'm sure it is tough, but it's probably better to not have a negative role model in your life, right?"
"I suppose," I responded, feeling comfortable enough to open up to my new friend while I was in this vulnerable state of mind, praying that my trust in him was a gamble worth taking. "It's just difficult sometimes. No, it's difficult all the time. I see my friends and classmates with their fathers. Heck I even saw Mr. Olsen on the bike path up by the lake with his young son biking together. I can't imagine how much fun that would be."
"I get it, I really do," Parker finally spoke, after a moment or two of silence, as he gazed off to the western shore of the river, as if looking for the flat area where we stopped earlier on the ride. "I mean, I have a dad, and yes, he's provided a great living for my mom and me, but he works a lot at his job and sometimes, especially when I was younger, he was not there when I needed him to help me with a project for school or even to go to my swim meets or wrestling matches. But at least he did make sure that I got into the self-defense classes." Parker smiled, punching me lightly in my right arm. "And you'd think that me being their only kid would make it easy to spend time with me, but even though I love my parents to death, they seem to be more into their careers than being my parents, you know what I mean?"
The sun was now sinking past the tree line on the opposite side of the river as the shadows began to creep up the riverbank up to the second terrace. In a few moments, we would be entirely in the shade.
"Yeah, when my mom got back from Mexico she had to go work third shift again, and I am home by myself at night. It's no big deal, but it's not like I'm a partying type of kid that has friends over all of the time getting drunk or high each night. That's just not my thing. So instead of getting too bummed out about it I spend a lot of my time playing Minecraft, Mario Cart and I do read a lot too. But it does get lonely sometimes."
"I'm not a partying type of kid either. I don't want to get into trouble and ruin my chances of getting into the college of my dreams." I shook my head in agreement. A speedboat flew past us going north and as my eyes followed the boat, I realized that Parker's neighbor had a real-life teepee in their yard.
"Hey, I just realized that your neighbor has a teepee. In fact, now I remember seeing it from the path before. That is so cool. Have you been inside it before?"
"No, our neighbor isn't very nice, so we don't really speak to him at all. It does look cool though. Hey, maybe we should go out tonight about midnight and check it out..."
"Okay, sure, but I thought you said you don't like to get in trouble!"
"Oh yeah, I forgot. Hey, you getting hungry? Want to go in and play some video games?"
"Sure, that sounds good." We both got up from the picnic table and after we put the gloves and ball back in the garage, we went in the house just as the sun's last rays faded into the trees across the river. Then remembering what he'd said about college I brought it up again to continue the conversation. "So speaking of college, have you decided what you want to do when you get out of high school?"
"I haven't thought too much about it, although since I'm like practically 95 pounds and am kind of muscular, my dad thinks I should continue wrestling at Harlem and try to get a wrestling scholarship once I graduate high school. Then I think I might get into something like sports medicine or something in the medical field. I also want to try out for swimming to, but I'm afraid they'll be at the same time. How about you?"
"Well outside of the wrestling and swimming thing, yeah, I'm thinking about something in the medical field too, like become an RN. Being a bilingual male I might have a chance to get a decent job making some good money."
"I take it you're not really into sports? I mean our bodies are a lot alike and I bet you'd be good at wrestling if you worked out and got on a good training program. What about swimming? Do you like to swim?" The thought about wrestling with other boys my size would only serve to get me excited, I thought to myself, and that might not be a good thing...
"You saw how bad I am at playing catch. I guess I can run and I do like to swim. Funny you mention that about swimming. One of Dylan's friends saw me swimming laps in Dylan's pool this summer and he commented that I should join the swim team at Harlem. Maybe I should?!" Immediately Parker smiled and agreed with me. Oh man, his smile just melts me!
In the basement of Parker's house was a cool family room with windows that looked out over the river. He had a huge big screen tv hooked up to his PS4 and we played for close to two hours when his mom asked us if we wanted some pizza. She ordered us a large pizza from one of the local places that deliver and said it would be here in about a half hour. We continued playing until it showed up. The pizza and sodas went down good and we resumed playing games until midnight when Parker put down the controller and then asked me a strange question.
"So how about I teach you how to wrestle?" At first I looked at him thinking that his question was strange, because I did think it was strange. So I asked...
"Like what do you mean, showing me some moves, or actually wrestling?"
"Yes, both. What do you think?"
"Sure a few moves would be okay. Maybe I'll have a better appreciation for it and might like it." In my mind I'm thinking that if Parker touches me, I'm going to get instantly hard and then he's going to find out about me and will probably send me home. But part of me, a huge part of me wanted to just try it and see what could happen.
"We just have to be a little quiet because my parents already went to bed, so just don't scream too loud when I pin you, okay?" Parker then laughed an evil laugh that made me believe I was going to be doomed. I nodded my head in agreement as we walked to the mat like they have in gym class, although this mat wasn't as big.
"You have an actual wrestling mat?" I inquired, thinking that I didn't know anyone who would have a wrestling mat in their house.
"Yes, my friends used to come over when I lived in Texas, and we'd practice our moves on nights like tonight. It was fun, and I guess I kinda miss it."
"Sure, that makes sense", I replied, feeling a little better about the whole thing. We took our shoes off, and Parker asked if I wanted to wrestle in our underwear instead of our jeans. I felt my dick start to grow just thinking about it, so immediately I said no, I'd rather be in my jeans. He didn't try to change my mind.
We started off standing and facing each other in a slight crouch. Parker then said "ready, and wrestle!" As he made a move toward me instantly I almost fell backwards off the mat. He was laughing and told me to just do the same, come towards him when says "wrestle". So I did, and the next thing I knew he had his arms around my upper body, and he falls on the mat while throwing me over his body onto my back, then pinning me on the mat. I was basically so startled that I started laughing out of being nervous as hell. We got up and he calmly told me to try it again, but this time he showed me how to do to him what he just did to me.
Slowly we went into the first part of the move, and as I wrapped my hands around his sweaty upper body, for the first time I felt his strong, tight upper body muscles. Yes, he is about as skinny and small as I am, but he is all muscle. As I moved my head closer to his chest to assume the position necessary to pull him over my body as I collapsed, the scent of his sweat and heat rising from his tight body touched my senses in a mix of teen pheromones and boy scent that almost immediately I felt my dick hard against my groin, straining to get out of my underwear.
"Okay Carter, now fall down while pulling my body over you, so that you throw me on the mat, on my back." I did as he said, and sure enough (with his help) I did throw him on his back, and then he instructed me to get on top of him to pin him. I scrambled to actually sit on his midsection, kneeling on his sweaty body. Just as our eyes met and seemed to lock a gaze that momentarily mesmerized me into a trance. I tried to count to three, but as I got the word "two" out, the next thing I knew he threw me on my back, and he was now mere inches from my face while sitting on my midsection. It happened so fast that I didn't realize that my dick was hard and getting harder by the second feeling the heat from his butt on my groin. I thought he would be upset and get mad at me, but he just had a smile on his face as his hands were on my shoulders while he whispered in the same tone of voice, "One, two, three, Pin! Gotcha!" Our eyes locked once again and still being inches from my face in a pose that lasted ten seconds longer than it should have, I felt like he was going to, I don't know, do something. But instead, he got up, stood over me with his right arm raised in the air in victory. I couldn't help but look at him, and sure enough his jeans were tenting as much as mine were. But he said nothing or did anything further.
"Okay, Not bad, Michaels. You've got a future in wrestling. We've just gotta get you working out some more." I laughed and felt like saying really? But instead took his hand as he offered to pull me up. He pulled me up quickly and my momentum carried me practically into his arms. This felt awkward, but suddenly he hugged me. "You are skinny! That is cool though. We both will grow up more I'm sure." I pulled away, agreeing with his statement while fearful that he would feel my dick against his leg if he hugged me tighter. He now had a look of confusion on his face, and I felt as if I needed to say something to make the moment lighter. So quickly I responded.
"Hey thanks. I think that'd be cool. I think that... that wrestling might be fun. And yeah, I hope I keep growing taller and get more muscles! Thanks, man." And I don't know why, but then I hugged him back.
"Aww, cool. Maybe we can both sign up for wrestling and you can work out with weights, which will help you a lot. Hey, I gotta use the bathroom. Suppose we oughta get some sleep, huh? You getting tired?"
"Yeah, suppose we should get to bed." I yawned, hoping that my hard on would go away before I changed into my sweatpants. By the time we got upstairs to his room, it had gone down a bit and once I brushed my teeth, went pee, and headed back to his room, I was back to being normal again dick-wise, but I still felt a fire burning inside me that yearned to keep going what had started while we were wrestling.
Parker had changed into his light brown University of Texas shirt that looked to be two sizes too big. I then realized he was only wearing boxer briefs that were barely visible under the over sized shirt.
"So hey, um, if you'd like, um, you can sleep on my bed with me. I'm used to having my friends from Texas sleep in my bed when they sleepover and it's all cool. Guess that's why my parents bought me this queen sized bed when I was ten." I could tell Parker was sort of nervous about asking me to sleep in bed with him, thinking that I probably thought it was weird, but then I quickly extinguished his fears in my reply.
"Sure, that's cool. Javy and I sleep in the same bed when he comes over. We started sleeping in the same bed since we were little kids and since he and I both have big beds like yours, we don't think anything about it." A look of relief came over Parker's face, and he took off his shirt and pulled the blue Rangers comforter and sheets back. As he took off his shirt, I couldn't help but staring at his ripped upper body, which featured a six pack, lean arms, tight but developing pecs and a beautiful tan that must have been much darker earlier in the summer. Under his arms scant patches of light brown hair were visible. I did the same, pulling down my sweatpants and taking off my tee shirt. Like him, I liked to sleep in just my underwear at times. He glanced at me as I removed my shirt as well. Even though we'd seen each other dress during gym class, this was the first time we'd been mostly naked in front of each other. There was definitely curiosity on my mind about him, and just by the way he glanced at me I could tell the feelings were mutual.
As we crawled in bed, we pulled the sheets, blanket, and comforter over our bodies and despite feeling a wave of emotions coming over me, I yawned and suddenly began to get sleepy. Parker was also tired, and soon after he turned off the lamp on the nightstand next to his bed, we exchanged our good night's and both of us quickly fell asleep.
I'm not sure what time it was when it happened, but it started in the form of a dream that was a continuation of Parker and me wrestling on the mat in the basement. Oddly enough, Javy was there, as was Dylan, and we were taking turns wrestling each other. What was really weird is that we were all wearing nothing but jock straps and the dream had not turned sexual until Dylan suggested that we tag team wrestle. The teams were Javy and me against Dylan and Parker. Of course it was warm in the basement, so all four of us were sweaty. Dylan and Javy started wrestling first, and as their sweaty bodies intertwined on the mat, Dylan nearly pinned Javy until he somehow escaped to slap my hand, and I eagerly went it to wrestle Dylan, who I nearly pinned until he rolled me over and pushed my legs up in the air almost over my head as my neck was now on the mat. He then laid me down on my back and nearly had me pinned down with his sweaty, muscular, and tanned chest inches from mine, but then he tagged Parker who began to wrestle me around on the mat. Somehow, I worked him into a position of almost pinning him on his back, similar to the one that we had done earlier in the night. But just as I about had him pinned down for the three count, Dylan jumped in and tried to pull me off again and both him and Parker were now grabbing me by my legs, their hands moving up to my inner thighs. That's when I felt the massive wave building from within my body. Just when the wave was going to release its energy in the form of shooting a load of cum into my boxer briefs, I was awoken by Parker nudging my arm, trying to wake me up.
"Dude, are you okay?" I woke up to him whispering in my ear as I quickly snapped out of the dream just in time to stop the intense wet dream from flooding my boxer briefs with hot cum.
"Huh, whaaa?" was all I could respond with, thankful that he woke me up before I came in my briefs, which would have total embarrassed me beyond belief. "Oh man, whaaat? Was I like dreaming or what was I doing?" I inquired, feeling mostly asleep and groggy, my voice raspy.
"Yeah, man, you were like tossing and turning all over your side of the bed and then you mumbled something I couldn't quite make out, so I wasn't sure if you were like having a nightmare or something else, that's why I woke you up?"
All I could think of to say or mumble was, "Yeah, it wasn't a nightmare, and was definitely something else, for sure." With that I rolled over facing the opposite direction and fell back asleep.