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Carter and the biker boy
Chapter 21
Wow. That's about all I could say and think about after getting back home from the trip to San Antonio with Parker and his dad.
My conversation with Mom didn't divulge any of the gory details about the sexual escapades with Parker, Nathan, and Luis. She did ask me if we practiced safe sex while we were there, knowing good and well what has been going on with me and Parker. I turned about three shades of red when she asked, and I just responded that yes we did. Thankfully that was as far as that conversation went! I hate lying to her, but if she knew about how much sex we had with two other guys, she would have passed out or worst case had a heart attack.
The first day back to school I was so very tired. Parker said that he was tired too and almost stayed home from school. I really missed sleeping next to him, and I would be looking forward to him and me getting spending the weekend together again.
Parker seemed to be doing okay after the emotional time he spent with Luis. Occasionally during Social Studies I would see him gazing out the window of the classroom staring at something. I'm sure that he had many things on his mind, especially knowing what his Dad did having a woman stay with him while his Mom was at home by herself.
Speaking of Social Studies, next Tuesday would be our presentation on bullying. We were mostly done, but we just had to practice the presenting part of it. Parker promised that we would work on our part of it this weekend. He also promised that we would start training for wrestling, since very soon practices would start. I'm nervous about it, but excited at the same time.
Saturday afternoon our varsity soccer team will be in the sectional finals in Hoffman Estates, a suburb by Chicago. I did see Javy at school on Thursday and congratulated him on the win at the regional game in Rockton that was played last weekend while we were in Texas. He did tell me that he heard I went to Texas with Parker and his dad and seemed almost jealous. Once again he did say something about wanting to get together again after the finals. I told him that I thought Parker and I had plans to do something but would get back to him. He didn't seem to care one way or another. I think he's finally getting the message that I'm not really looking to hook up with him again. I'm certain that he's figure out about me and Parker. In a way, I wonder if he's hooking up with Dylan or Isaac? Dylan did text me and asked if Parker and I wanted to go on the bus to Hoffman Estates to watch the game. I asked Parker if he was interested in going and he was but also mentioned that we had to finish the presentation for Social Studies. So I politely told Dylan that we probably would not go. He wasn't happy, but he did understand.
Mom woke up around 3:30 in the afternoon Saturday. We ate carryout from a local fast food place here, and then she took me to Parker's house where I would spend the night and return home sometime on Sunday. He met me at the door, waved goodbye to Mom, and as soon as we went in the house, we immediately went to Parker's room. We had not been able to touch each other since we got back from Texas.
"Where's your mom and dad?" I asked, surprised not to see them home. Parker just smiled his cute smile before he spoke.
"They decided to go to Wisconsin for the day. I guess they went to some place called The Dells? They were talking about maybe staying up there tonight. They said they'd text me if they can get a room. I think my Dad feels bad about Texas and is making it up to Mom. So guess what? We will have the house to ourselves! We can pick up where we left off in Texas! So what do you want to do first?"
"I want to kiss you so badly, hug you, feel your naked body next to me. I've missed being with you so much!" I whispered in his ear as we hugged and held each other tightly. I could feel his erection so hard against mine. The fire inside us raged, and I knew we wouldn't make it past the first hour without having at least one orgasm a piece. As we walked hand and hand to his room we immediately began kissing so intensely that we needed each other right at that very moment.
Just like in the hotel room in Texas, we took off each other's clothes and within moments were laying naked in each other's arms kissing. As our dicks touched each other, almost immediately the precum began to flow. Parker made the first move. He kissed and sucked each of my sensitive nipples, then slowly kissed his way down to my balls, sucking each one gently into his mouth, then slowly licking up to the head of my dick, finally taking it entirely in his mouth until he took most of it in his throat. He did this for about five minutes until I thought I was going to blow, then he pulled off, came up and kissed me again, his tongue tasted like my precum.
We kissed for a few minutes, then it was my turn to do the same. I repeated exactly what he did, then I tried something different -- I slowly encouraged him to spread his legs, giving me access to his hole. Carefully and gently I started running my fingers between his balls and his hole. For the most part he was smooth, just some fine hairs growing around his hole. I wanted to lick him there, but didn't know how he'd take it, but when he said it felt good, I continued with my index finger, now moistened by my saliva. As I moved it around his hole, he began to moan and his dick was now hard as a rock, a thick stream of precum stretched from the head to his groin. With my fingers, I scooped up some of the precum and lubricated his hole with it and slowly began to push it slowly inside him. He was so tight that it was hard to get my finger in, but as he began moaning I tried harder to push my finger in further. I was getting so excited that my dick was throbbing and ready to be in him. Slowly I moved his legs up until they were bent, giving me better access to his hole. He didn't object. I continued to lick his balls, sucking each nut as my finger slowly went further inside his hole. Then I decided to make my move. I pulled my finger out of his now moistened hole and began to caress the inside of his mostly smooth thighs. I moved closer to him, my throbbing, dripping wet dick head was now close enough to his hole that I could feel his heat. I reached down and guided it to his hole, positioned the head for entry. The fire from his hole was inviting, and I almost blew my load right there and was ready to push in when Parker realized what was about to happen
"What are you doing?" he asked, as I backed away from his hole.
"Well, I just thought that since Luis, you know, did that to all three of us that you would want me to try to be in you there." I replied, now almost on the defensive.
"But babe, I'm not sure we want to do that, I thought that we're both bottoms. I -- I um, thought you wouldn't want to do that." Stammering now, Parker had me confused.
"But I thought you liked it when Luis was in you last weekend. I mean, he did feel good inside me, how about you? Were you guys like the perfect couple, you bottom and him top?" I realized that I'd struck a nerve, because right away he snapped back at me.
"NO! Luis and I were NOT the most perfect couple. I, um, well, yeah, he was the first one to fuck me and I guess I did like it and all. But with you, it...it is different. I like us taking our time and maybe not be either one, just enjoy sucking each other, or what about when we lay on top of each other, our dicks touching each other while we kiss? I don't know if I want to do that kind of sex with you. I mean I thought you were only a bottom." Then I did it. For some reason, the words came out. The three words that I knew I'd have to say sooner or later but didn't know how -- or when -- to say them. But in the heat of the conversation that was taking place in a defensive manner that got me so upset so without really thinking, I just blurted them out.
"I fucked Nathan."
I don't think it registered in Parker's mind right away. As soon as I said it, I regretted it. The timing was wrong. Way wrong. It should have come up in a nice discussion, not like over pizza or anything like that, but it should not have come out when we were arguing with each other. But I had said it now. Blurted it out in the worst time possible, and it was too late to take back what was said.
"You did... what?" he responded, getting emotional after giving the words a moment to sink in.
"I -- I you know, fucked Nathan."
"When? When did you...Oh no!" He had figured it out, but I told him anyway. Now I started to get emotional even though I was going to try to not let myself feel that way.
"Sunday morning when you and Luis had left the room. I had texted you, but you didn't respond. Essentially, Nathan almost made me jump him."
"And you expect me to.... believe that?" he asked almost accusing me of trying to lie to him.
"Look babe, he asked me to fuck him. I woke up horny, wanting to be with you, or even you know, like the night before, all four of us. But I figured that you were with Luis and were having a difficult time seeing him again and all and..." now I started stammering, trying to find my words and I just started crying, sobbing actually. I didn't know what else to do. I felt guilty, remorseful for having fun like that behind Parker's back without him knowing about it, even though he had allowed Luis to fuck him AND Nathan and me the night before and didn't seem remorseful at all about that, and never did try to stop him.
Furthermore, it was Parker's idea to ask Nathan to come up to the room in the first place.
Parker was now sitting up in his bed, his knees pulled up to his smooth, muscular chest. He was still naked, but his now flaccid dick that was still oozing precum had shrunk up and did not look any longer than a couple of inches. I wanted to go to him, hold him, kiss him. Tell him that I made a bad mistake. Beg for his apology. Too late. Once again he attacked me with his words.
"I know what you're going to say. You think that it's my fault I invited both of those guys up to the room and that we had fun sex with them before they left Sunday morning. We all had fun, and you didn't stop them from coming up, especially Nathan. Now I know why."
I was still sobbing and was getting very upset as I sat on the edge of his bed, my legs hanging off the side of the bed, the toes of my feet playing with my underwear that was on the floor next to the bed. "Look babe, I'm, I'm sorry, okay, but I think we both got caught up in the moment. It would have been best if it just stayed you and me in San Antonio. No Nathan, No Luis. Just you and me. Like when we were on top of the Tower of the Americas when you looked at me and I saw the love in your eyes. That gaze you had melted my heart and I've never felt so in love before. But then after Luis arrived, and I knew that you and him were boyfriends, and then everything changed. Things were just different after that." He was still being defensive, and it was killing me.
"Look, I didn't plan on Luis coming down to see me and mess me up like that. In fact, if Dad wouldn't have said anything and told me to call him, I wouldn't have invited him. But Dad pretty much made me call him. He told me that I should see him again since we were such good friends, and that we might not get down to Austin to see him for a while. Dad never knew about us, so I'm not sure why he thought it would be such a wonderful idea for us to see each other again. But he was right as it was nice to see him once again. I just didn't think you would be so upset that you'd end up fucking Nathan trying to get even with me being with Luis. I'm sorry that it bothered you so much."
Those words hurt terribly. I began to cry. Cried harder than I did when I broke my leg after Javy slammed me into the goal post on the soccer field earlier in the year. My heart was breaking from the words he threw at me. I never meant to fuck Nathan to get even with Parker. The thought never entered my mind until that moment when he asked me to be inside him.
My nose was running now, my eyes were getting red. I tried talking to Parker. "I'm sorry Parker. I -- I -- um, like I told you -- it was not my plan to do Nathan. I didn't do him to get even with you. You have to believe me, Please!"
He was staring at his toenails, then looked away. I wanted to go to him and hug him. I reached out with my hand to touch his. I needed to feel his touch. I needed him to be like he was before. I needed to see his beautiful smile that told me everything was okay.
But he only pulled his hand away. In one move he pulled his comforter back and fell between the comforter and his bed, covering himself. Only his hair was visible.
Suddenly, I felt like I couldn't breathe, and I had to get out of his room. In fact, I had to go back home to my house. I didn't want to be rejected for something that wasn't totally my fault. Through my tears that were still falling, I reached down, pulled on my black CK briefs covering up my now limp dick. Slowly I put on my shirt, my jeans, and socks. My shoes were by the door, so I got up off the bed, slipped into my shoes. My phone said it was only six o'clock, but the sun had almost disappeared beyond the trees, and darkness in the eastern sky was settling in.
I went into Parker's bathroom to blow my nose and go pee. I wanted to just walk out from there without saying anything, but I had left my backpack with my laptop and other papers for the Social Studies project that was due next week in his room, which we were supposed to work on tonight. I walked back into his room to get my backpack. Parker was still huddled in the fetal position in his bed. This was a side of him I'd never seen before, as he was almost lethargic, the only movement was the rise and fall of the comforter from his breathing. I wasn't sure if he was asleep or just lying there awake. Either way, I had to leave. I was afraid to say anything to him. So I grabbed my backpack which was close to his desk. When I picked it up to put it on, the pack accidently knocked an empty plastic Cubs mug on the floor.
A muffled voice came from the bed. "What are you doing?"
My voice cracked, afraid of crying again, and I cleared my throat. "I'm going home. I -- I -- um can't be here with you tonight." I expected him to get out of bed to try and stop me, but he didn't. That almost hurt me more.
The tears started again, and as I opened the back door in kitchen that led to the garage service door, I thought I heard him calling my name, saying something like "Carter! Don't go." But it could have been nothing at all. I shut the kitchen door, then walked out of the garage service door where the cool October air and the cold north wind hit me in the face. I shut the door and began walking down the driveway. He did not come out of the house to follow me.
The night air seemed like it was getting colder by the moment. I missed my bike, as the distance to my home would have been easier if I was riding my bike. Slowly the tears stopped. I was still an emotional wreck. I was so stupid. This would have all been avoided if I would have just left everything the way it was and didn't try to go further than we'd gone before. If I wouldn't have done Nathan, or wouldn't have told Parker, we'd still be together. This just sucks.
When I got to my house, I was shivering. Luckily I had taken my keys with me, so I went to the back door, opened it, and went into the dark house. The smell of Mexican food still hung in the kitchen as I flipped the light switch and the round fluorescent light flickered on to its brightness. The warmth of the house felt comforting. I went directly to my room, threw down my backpack and collapsed on my bed. It had been a long time since I'd felt this down. In fact, the last time I felt this sad was when my Tio Javier found out about Javy and me. This was almost worse, because of how I felt about Parker. I must have fallen asleep, because when I woke up and looked at my phone I noticed it was nearly ten pm. There was a text from Emma, one from Abbie, two from Dylan, one from Javy, oddly enough one from Chase.
Emma: < hey carter, where you been? we gotta hang soon. Txt me please!
Abbie: < hows your part of the project going? We are done here. Let me know if you need help!
Dylan: < Carter-man! Guess what? We won sectionals! We're going down to state!
< hey buddy, you have to go with us! We need you and Parker to cheer for us! Txt me!
Javy: < cuz! Where you are? man, we won! I scored the winning goal güey! We goin 2 state! You gotta come too! txt me cabron!
Chase: < hey carter, just checking in to see how u r doing. all going well? need to talk I'm here anytime! noah says he met u and says u r cool. c ya!
Wow. I couldn't believe that Chase sent me a text. I was surprised to hear from Emma, we hadn't talked for quite a while. It was good to know that Harlem's varsity soccer team was going down state for the state soccer finals. As happy as I was about that, I didn't feel like texting anyone. There was an emptiness inside me. A sadness that made me feel so, so empty. To go from a feeling of immense joy from being with my boyfriend to suddenly get rejected for something I'd done that was probably wrong, but was it really wrong considering what we'd done together the night before with Nathan and Luis? I didn't think so. Perhaps I am wrong. All I know is this sadness really sucks.
I laid in my bed just staring at the ceiling. The light from the kitchen illuminated the poster on the wall in my room where Victor and Benji from "Love, Victor" are together, smiling. I used to feel like them when I was with Parker. Now, I just feel uncertainty. I was sinking and was sinking fast. I put my phone down on the night stand and with tears in my eyes, I drifted off to sleep again.
I was woken up just shortly after midnight by the doorbell ringing. It scared me right out of a dream or more like a nightmare that I was having. I was so tired that I wasn't sure if I was hearing things or not. Plus, mom told me to always be very careful of answering the door late at night. Since we lived on the bike path, it could be anyone. I tried to peak out of the window in the living room, but I still couldn't see who it was. So boldly and slowly I opened the door, leaving the screen door locked. The dark shadow of a person had a black hoodie on, the hood pulled up almost far enough to hide their face. Now I was scared, thinking that they probably had a knife, or a gun and I was going to be toast. But as I bravely turned on the front porch life, the person looked up.
With red, puffy eyes and a solemn look on his face, my heart raced when I recognized the grim person as being none other than my boyfriend Parker.
"Why did you leave?" he asked, his voice wavering.
"I didn't want to be where I wasn't wanted." I replied, the same tone of sadness as his voice.
"Can we please talk?" he asked, pleading.
"Okay." Was all I said and let him in.
"Can I hug you?" he asked, I nodded yes. His hands were cold, his sad, tired eyes locked with my eyes, and a look of finding common ground came across his face. He had been crying, stained tears dotted his face. As soon as his chin touched my shoulders, he began to cry again.
"I am so sorry, babe. I didn't mean to hurt you. I -- I wish Texas would have never happened. The floodgates opened and he began sobbing again. He was holding me tightly, tighter than ever before. I hugged him back, held him tightly too. We both cried.
What seemed like a half hour of crying finally subsided.
We finally sat down on the sofa, next to each other, now holding hands. He spoke first.
"I am sorry the way I acted at my house. I was wrong to turn you away from what you wanted to do. I am sorry for the way everything in Texas turned out. I should have never flirted with Nathan and asked him to come in the room, ultimately spending the time he spent with us. I also should have told my dad that Luis was busy and couldn't come to see me. It was nice to see him, but I didn't think things would turn out the way they did, I mean, I never thought he would end up doing you and Nathan. Then again, I never thought we would meet someone like Nathan either. I'm so sorry."
I just stared at the same worn spot in the carpeting, reliving the time we spent in Texas together, remembering how it felt with Luis, then with Nathan, me fucking him. It also made me think about how I was used by Dylan, Javy, and Isaac. While it did feel amazing to have been pleasured so many times that weekend at Dylan's house, being with Parker was so much more amazing. Parker sniffled, his nose running from the cold and from crying.
Slowly, I began to speak. "Yeah, you're right. We didn't think that we'd meet someone like Nathan. I never thought the weekend would turn out the way it did with all four of us being together like that." I was still on the verge of crying again, because of what I did to Nathan. "I should have told you first thing that Sunday morning what happened between me and Nathan. But you were obviously so into Luis, and I didn't know when or how to tell you." I must have been a little upset in my tone of voice because right away Parker became defensive again.
"What do you mean I was so into Luis?" his response definitely echoed my upset tone of voice. I felt myself on the verge of crying again, the emotional rollercoaster ride was on again.
"You...left with him. I didn't know where you were, what you guys were doing, or anything. I mean I think I... understand...why you left with him. If you would have stayed in the room, I don't think Nathan would have asked me to do him."
"So you're telling me it is MY fault that you fucked Nathan, because I wasn't there to PROTECT you?" his voice got louder now, back on the defensive, back being upset. My tears started to flow now.
"Parker. No! That's not what I'm sayin'. I'm sayin' that... Nathan must have sensed my concern about not seeing you and Luis in the room, and he took advantage of ME. He's the one to be blamed for what happened, not me. Well, not totally me." I knew that once again I'd tried to put the blame on someone else, and he picked up on it right away, again.
"Look, you could have said no. You could have not done him. I guess I just had hoped that you'd had saved yourself for me when the perfect time came along, and not have your first be with some hotel desk clerk we barely knew." I was ready to lose it. The madder I got, the more the words wouldn't come out. And the more I started crying again. I was so afraid he'd throw my past experiences with Dylan and Javy. Sure enough.
"What else could I expect. I should have known the way you have let guys use you. First your cousin, then Dylan, then Isaac, and Javy again. Dude, you're not even old enough to drive yet and you've already been with how many..." Before he could complete his sentence, I'd heard enough. Years of putting up with other kid's crap, being told I was worthless, a weakling, and now being told I was basically a male slut was all I could handle before I burst.
"STOP! DON'T DO THIS TO ME!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. So loud that Parker just glared at me, surprised at my outburst. "You're supposed to be my boyfriend, my protector, my lover, and the one who helps me instead of tearing me down. And you're great at that. I know I'm not perfect. But no one is. If you can't accept me for being honest about my past, then you can't accept my future either. I love you so much Parker, but I can't let you run me down into the ground. I'm not letting anyone do that to me again." I tried again to desperately hold back the tears that wanted to come. I thought for a few moments and resumed talking to him, laying my cards on the table.
"We are so good together! We cannot let outside influences like Nathan and Luis tear us apart! Same goes for anyone else -- my friends or your friends. We have to either agree to move on together or move on apart. It will kill me being apart from you, but I can't let anyone else push me down anymore." I barely got the word `anymore' out of my mouth and the floodgates opened up. I wanted to be strong. I really did. But suddenly it was like all of my built up emotions from everything that happened over the past year or so -- Javy and me getting in trouble, Javy breaking my leg, Those two idiots Terrell and Connor, the bullies at school in the locker room, not having my dad in my life. Not having a dad at all, is more like it.
The dam burst.
I was crying uncontrollably now. Sobbing, in fact. My head was buried in my hands. I had to keep it there so I wouldn't feel the room spinning. Never before had I felt so...lost. So lost in fact that perhaps only my mom or abuelita would understand my pain or help console me. After some time had passed, another fifteen or twenty minutes maybe? I stopped sobbing and tried to compose myself. My head hurt, my nose and face were covered with tears and snot. I was a mess. Honestly, I didn't know if Parker was still in the room until I heard him sniffle too. He was sitting on the sofa still.
Then he reached out to me, his trembling right hand uncertain as to whether or not he should touch me. I felt his trembling cold hand on my neck. First the light touches, his fingers in my hair. Confident now that I wasn't going to punch him, he slowly moved closer. Sitting next to me now, he brushed my matted hair out of my eyes, and lifted my chin until our eyes met. Those same eyes that gazed upon me with so much love and affection as we felt the warm breezes atop the Tower of the Americas were now begging me for forgiveness. Those puppy dog eyes wore the shame of what had been done as he read the hurt and sorrow in my own eyes. He managed a slight smile, hoping I'd do the same, which I did.
We had thrown some hurtful punches at each other; the words thrown hurt worse than any physical pain I'd suffered. But now it was time to make amends and hope that our young hearts could once again beat as one. Once again, he gazed into my eyes.
"Carter, I am so, so sorry. I am sorry for what I said tonight and how I acted in Texas. Since you're my first...boyfriend, I'm new at this relationship thing. I want to take back all that I said to you. I didn't mean anything I said. I want us to be together." He then hesitated, as if to think before he spoke again. "I cannot imagine my life without you in it, so please, will you accept my apologies?"
I tried to speak, but my voice was raspy from yelling and the congestion from crying. But remarkably, the words came out. "Parker, I'm sorry too. We've hurt each other. I don't want that to happen again. I want you in my life. Never before have a I had a friend so special to me, so much more than just my boyfriend, but you're my best friend. Please, let's try to move on. What's done is done. I forgive you if you can forgive me." Then the smile. The one that melts me returned. He made me feel warm again. He stood up, pulled me up. We embraced as our lips met, tentative lips on tentative lips, just like the first time. I slipped my hands inside his hoodie, running my hands from his waist up to his sweaty back. His hands found my bare back as well, running up through my grey t-shirt.
Our kisses got stronger, just as his strong arms pulled me tight to his body, and I felt that familiar hardness that I've come to love and worship against my own hardness. My desire for him reached a fever pitch, and I raised his hoodie over his head, throwing it on the sofa. His sweaty shirt was now damp and cooling to the touch. I drank in the smell of his musky, sweaty body. That's all it took.
A trail of clothes started in the living room and ended by the side of my bed. When it was over and just before we drifted off to sleep, I counted three times each that we'd climaxed. Once in each other's mouths, once on my stomach, and after sucking each other at the same time for what seemed like an hour, we jacked off in each other's faces, only to wipe the semen off with my underwear before throwing them back on the floor. It was now nearly three am. We fell asleep naked spooning, Parker's chest against my back. I had reasons to smile again after the long, tumultuous fight we endured earlier in the evening. Once again, everything seemed right in my little world.
****** "Angel? Mi amor, are you ho..." My mom couldn't finish her question because her question was answered when she rounded the corner of the kitchen and followed the trail of clothes that led to my bedroom, where Parker and I were sound asleep, still spooning. I didn't hear her come home, and certainly didn't hear her call my name or hear her say "Hmmm." loud enough that I should have heard her.
An hour after she got home, Mom had showered and began making chorizo con huevos along with homemade flour tortillas. The aroma of the chorizo filled the house and wafted under my now closed bedroom door and into the room. Slowly I woke up, erect, with the feeling of Parker's erection planted firmly between my butt cheeks, tight against his groin. Feeling his heat against me must have triggered the sexual dream I was having where he finally inserted himself in me, which felt absolutely amazing. It was upon waking up that I finally realized what transpired in the early hours of the morning, and that we were in my room, naked asleep and Mom clearly must have found us like this.
I sat up in bed, the October sun shining brightly in my room. Victor and Benji were still smiling in the poster on the wall, and finally I was too. Turning around to look at Parker sleeping so soundly, I could see a faint smile on his face as well, his tussled hair falling into his face nearly covering his eyes. Looking around the room, I couldn't find my cum stained underwear. I thought I'd tossed it off the bed and onto the floor after using it to wipe our third loads off each other's face, but it was nowhere to be found. Then I realized that the rest of our clothes, which had been tossed on the floor on the way into my room were now neatly folded and laying in separate piles on my desk. Mom must have picked them up and then closed the door. We were so busted! I threw on a pair of my black Nike basketball shorts as well as a Nike shirt. I was still hard and realized I had to pee. But first I slowly opened the door to find my mom.
She was in watching tv, some program on Univision, the Mexican channel. I walked up to her as quiet as I could, almost scaring her.
"Buenos dias, mama, como estas?" I whispered, bending over to give her a kiss and a hug.
"Aye mi amor! At least make some noise or something! You scared me! I am good. Tired but okay. So Parker came and spent the night here with you? Por que?"
"It's a long story mama. Yes, this is the first time he's spent the night here. I'll tell you about it later after you wake up. You made chorizo con juevos? I'm hungry!"
"Si mi amor, I did. I'll warm it up when tu novio (your boyfriend) wakes up. By the way mi amor, did you eat something white before you went to bed, like a long john or something like that, you have something white that has dried on your face."
I about crapped my pants. My mom saw Parker's dried cum on my face and thought it was cream filling from a pastry. Oh my god!
"I'll wake Parker up so we can eat. Thanks Mom!"
"Claro que si, mi amor."
I immediately when into the bathroom, looked in the mirror and sure enough, there was a dried streak of Parker's cum on my face, close to three inches long. How embarrassing! I wiped it off, peed, then went into the room where Parker was just waking up.
"Good morning, sunshine. How are you?" I whispered, jumping back into bed and kissing Parker lightly on his cheek.
"Where am I?" he sleepily inquired, squinting at the sunlight streaming in the eastern window of my room.
"You came over to my house last night. Remember? We fell asleep in my bed after, you know... having make up sex. You do remember the argument we had, right?"
"Oh, yeah. Now I remember. Not my finest moment. I am so sorry about what happened. I was just, I don't know. I didn't mean it to turn out the way it did. I love you and I don't want to lose you." He replied, realizing what happened and where he was.
"It's okay. We just have to get past it and let it go. Move forward. Right?"
"That's cool. Hey, you folded my clothes. Thanks!"
"Um, no, that was Mom." Suddenly a look of horror came over his face.
"You mean, she saw us sleeping together naked, and didn't freak out?"
"No! She's cool about these things. She knows I'm gay, and knows you are too, remember? So please be yourself, okay?"
"Phew, that's awesome. My mom would have killed us both, then had a heart attack!"
We were very hungry after showering separately -- not together like we usually do -- we ate a good Mexican breakfast consisting of the chorizo con huevos, flour tortillas, and a couple of conchas (Mexican bread) with a tall glass of milk. We thanked my mom, and each gave her a hug for being so cool to us. We then realized that we'd forgotten to work on the bullying presentation, so when Mom went to bed, we walked up to Parker's house to begin putting the finishing touches on the Power point presentation. Surprisingly, it was a nice day. Parker's parents did indeed stay up at the Dells, so we had the house to ourselves.
We finished the presentation which consisted of 12 slides, integrating the information that the girls had emailed us. All in all it was pretty cool with a lot of data. We were even going to have a guest speaker. Apparently Megan's uncle had dealt with bullying the entire time he was in school, and he was going to talk about how it affected him. We rehearsed the presenter's notes, walking through the speech and felt good about how it would play out.
Once the presentation was done, we still had time for fun. Since it was a sunny and warm October day, we decided to go for one more bike ride. Parker rode his bike while I walked to my house. The dark clouds surrounding the fight we had last night were now gone; we were back to being our happy selves.
The bike ride was just like the others I had taken with Dylan and Parker over the summer and early fall. This time though it was cooler, and the leaves had just about all fallen off the trees. The bare trees cast a solemn, emptiness about the park, although the rock outcropping where I'd spent many hours reading alone over the summer now appeared to be framed by the bare vertical branches of the younger trees surrounding it, almost if they were prison bars rather than the lush green curtain that obscured most of the rock from onlookers in the small valley below.
The park was mostly empty, void of hikers or bikers. We almost felt like we had the park to ourselves. The park ranger who nearly caught us making out before was nowhere to be seen. The only sounds heard were the sounds of crunching leaves which now littered the forest floor in shades of yellow, orange, and brown; their aroma reminded us of all things associated with fall. From the top of the rock, an eagle was seen soaring high above in the clear, deep azure blue sky; her cry echoed in the valley. High above the white contrail could be seen as a jet headed west, drawing a white line across the sky that would soon stretch from horizon to horizon.
Sheltered from the north by the ridge behind us, the sun warmed the rock, and we both took off our black hoodies. As we sat drinking our waters, Parker spoke first, breaking the minute long silence.
"So you're sure you want to use the picture of you in the locker room, all taped up?"
"Yes. It will help me move on and let everyone know that I'm not embarrassed about it anymore."
"You know there are going to be laughs, right?"
"I am prepared to deal with that."
"I am proud of you for that. The Carter I met that first week would have been devastated by what happened. What changed your mind?" I thought for a moment. Then a smile came across my face. Parker knew why, but he needed affirmation.
"You've given me strength I didn't know I had. I do owe it all to you, babe. I'm not all the way there yet, but I think getting through this presentation and learning to stand up to the idiots who did that to me is huge. Now I just have to learn how to get enough confidence to actually talk my way out of bad situations or learn to beat the crap out of those idiots when they harass me."
Parker just smiled and shook his head. Then he changed the subject back to sex again.
"So you liked being on top?" he spoke in a matter of fact tone of voice, straight forward, as if it was a subject you talk about anytime. I just thought a moment before I responded, not wanting it to erupt into a fight again.
"Yes, it was very pleasurable. The feeling of being inside is like...wow! I mean, don't get me wrong, when you suck me, or we rub our dicks together on our bellies kissing is like oh yeah! But, going in and out is almost...primal like and feeling butt cheeks up against here (I pointed to my upper legs near my hips) is awesome. So then I guess you've never been in anyone before?"
"No. I'm still a virgin there. It's just kind of not been what I've wanted to do, like put my dick in another guy's butt, I mean isn't that kinda gross? What if there's a, you know, in the way?"
"True, but you have to hope that he's gone before you do it. You know. But you liked having Luis in you?"
"Yeah, true. Just like you with Dylan, Javy and Luis, right?" Now I was afraid we were going to go down the wrong path with this conversation again, but I kept talking.
"Yes, you know how good it feels to let a guy in. And it's better when there's emotions tied to it, not just...sex." Parker thought about it a moment before replying back again.
"So if I asked you to try again, would you? And would you let me do you?"
"Oh heck yeah. But whenever you're ready. No rush." I smiled and then thought of something that'd be way cool. I was going to mention my idea to him, but he leaned over to kiss me, and the kiss lasted for a few moments. It didn't matter that we were visible to anyone who might be walking near us. I began to think we were going to get it on here on top of the rock, but then as Parker broke the kiss and gazed into my eyes he made a suggestion.
"Do you wanna go to the meadow, not the one that is on the western edge of the park where we watched the sunset, but the one that's only accessible from the north end of this trail, you remember? The one that's completely surrounded by the forest?"
"Yeah, we can do that." I smiled, having a good idea what we'd be doing there. Several minutes later, after biking through some of the most forested and secluded part of the park, we reached the grassy meadow that we'd found one other day while biking. There was a very narrow animal path that led to the center of the meadow, which must have been the size of two city blocks and was covered by tall prairie grass. The amber foliage in most parts was taller than us, so as we followed this path until we reached the center of the meadow we were mostly obscured by the grass from anyone seeing us. In the center, the grass had been somewhat trampled down in an area of about twenty five square feet, just enough for us to lay down in.
Parker resumed kissing me, and by now I was so horny that when he pulled me down to the matted down grass, I was ready for whatever action he had planned. Since I was wearing sweatpants, he easily pulled them down, and while running his fingers under my sweatshirt caressing my hairless chest, he found my nipples and pinched them playfully. By now my erection was throbbing to be released from the black CK briefs I was wearing. Rather than pull them down right away, Parker found the head of my dick with his mouth and began to blow his hot breath through the black fabric. His breath felt amazing, and he tried to take the head of my cock into his mouth through the fabric, all while sucking on the now wet fabric. I ran my fingers through his tussled hair, anticipating his next move.
Both of his hands were now focused on caressing my legs, moving up to my balls, where he slipped his right hand inside my briefs, touching my sack which felt amazing. Then he wrapped his entire hand around both balls and gently pulled my sack downward, tightening the skin inside as my balls were now being pulled together in the tightening skin. This gave me a sensation I'd not felt before, that felt great.
In one motion, Parker released my sack, pulled down my briefs, and began licking my mostly hairless sack. I always loved it when he licked and sucked my balls, and today it was feeling awesome. He then took the right ball entirely in his mouth, swirling his tongue around in his mouth, as if washing the ball. I thought I was going to cum right then, but he released the right one to give the left one the same treatment. After a minute or two, he looked up and smiled at me, his face, lips, and cheeks wet from sucking on my sack.
"How did that feel, do you want me to keep going?" I nodded me head in agreement. "Your pubes are really starting to grow now. Looks like there's gotta be more than fifty or so!"
I just smiled, wanting him to continue. He buried his face in my sparse patch of pubes, sniffing in my scent, then he began licking them, making them wet and matted down, and most of all, made my cock as hard as steel, a string of precum now oozed down the length to where he was licking my pubes. Sensing this, in one motion again, he licked up the shaft of my cock like it was a popsicle, lapping up the precum until he reached the sensitive underside of my cock, which he teased with his tongue, sending me into orbit. I almost screamed out in complete ecstasy but held back and just moaned a guttural moan as he engulfed my entire six inches until the head was buried into his throat.
Now he began sucking my dick, alternating between taking it deep into his throat until I could feel his chin against my sack to again sucking on my sack, taking each nut into his mouth while running his tongue all around each one. Deep inside I could feel a massive orgasm brewing and as he returned to sucking me, he seemed to know when I was getting close, because just before letting the floodgates open, he would pull off my engorged dick and return to sucking my now swollen balls. Expertly, he did this like three or four times.
My balls were aching for release. I was so horny and so desperately in need of release that I wanted his cock in my mouth or inside me, which I knew would not happen. He must have sensed this because he pushed me back down in the grass with his hands as if to hold me in place while he completed his mission.
And complete it he did. As I thought my cock was going to literally explode, he sucked each ball one more time, then quickly his tongue darted down to my begging hole, covered it with his spit, then licked his way finally back up to my ultra-sensitive cock, the tip of his tongue toying with my sensitive spot. At the same time with his right hand he tugged on my slippery ball sack, while squeezing my balls, pulling them to their limits in my tight sack. He then released them and ran his finger down my perineum, circled it around my hole, and just as he touched my hole he began wiggling his finger while pushing it in me. His mouth was on the head of my dick, his tongue gave one or two more motions around the head when I reached the point of no return.
I literally screamed in pleasure as he unleashed one of the most intense orgasms I've ever had from him sucking me. It felt like every last bit of cum was being sucked out of me into his mouth. He tried to keep it all in his mouth until the last spasm subsided, but a small drop or two escaped from the corner of his mouth. I waited to see if he would spit or swallow, and sure enough he swallowed once, then after the last drop was taken, he climbed on top of me, his spit covered lips and cheeks still wet. Our lips met and I opened my mouth to receive the remnants of my sweet tasting cum from his mouth as our tongues wrestled in pure sexual bliss.
As we kissed, I could feel his hardness begging for attention. In one quick move, I rolled him on his back, grabbed his junk from the outside causing him to moan (and just about cum as he told me later). I pulled down his sweats and noticed a huge wet spot in his briefs that had to be at least an inch or so in diameter. I repeated almost to the tee the same as what he did to me, finally pulling his briefs down to see the sticky precum mess on his briefs. I don't know why but I sniffed the wet spot, running my tongue over the slippery fluid that had pooled in that spot, its sweetness causing my own dick to inflate again.
I teased him the way he teased me, and absolutely couldn't believe how fun it was to suck each ball into my mouth while he went crazy with pleasure. When I finally made it to taking his cock head into my mouth, a stream of precum, just like mine, had reached his sack, originating at the slit of his dick. Mixed with my saliva, his cock was so slippery. I tried to edge him just like he edged me, but he was so close and horny from sucking me that in only ten minutes or so as my slickened finger started wiggling in his quivering hole, I got to his cock just in time to take his entire load into my mouth and down my throat. As the first shot erupted, he grabbed my head and forced me all the way down his six inches until I could feel his hot cum going directly down my throat, giving me an amazing feeling.
When he finally subsided, I moved up to him and we kissed deeply again, his cum mixing with the remnants of mine inside his mouth. It was utterly amazing and once again, I felt so in love with him, as I finally rolled off, lying next to him as we gazed into the deep blue, cloudless sky. We basked in the moment of the afterglow for several minutes, just holding hands and scanning the sky for anything that came into view. Another westbound jet, some 30,000 feet in the air crossed above us, its white line so clear and defined. It reminded me of the flight to San Antonio, and then all that transpired in Texas. My empty stare finally broke as I vowed to put the past in the past. I was here right now with Parker, and we had to move forward.
Finally, we sat up and realized that the afternoon sun was beginning to fade, as a bank of distant gray clouds began creeping in from the west. As I looked to the east, I thought I saw something moving in the tree not too far from where we were, maybe five hundred feet or so. Whatever it was or whoever it was must have been watching us.
"Are you ready to head back?" I asked Parker, the tone of my voice changing to one wariness.
"Sure thing babe, even though I don't want this happy moment to end, I guess we hafta get back." Parker checked his phone and found out he had a text from his mom. "Huh. I guess my parents are going to stay another night in the Dells. I can stay home alone again or... do you think I could spend the night with you again?"
"I don't think it would be a problem. We can stop at your house and get everything for tomorrow. Mom won't care." So that is what we did. Parker spent the night as we enjoyed a home cooked traditional Mexican dinner of pozole (pronounced po-so-lay), fresh flour tortillas, a salad, and some flan for dessert. It was yummy! We behaved ourselves, since Mom didn't have to work, and she stayed up most of the night.
****** Monday morning turned into Monday afternoon. Everything at school went well. Tuesday went well too, and before we knew it, it was time for the presentation in Social Studies. The four of us were well rehearsed, and Abbie and Megan began the presentation, based on information we'd gathered and arranged in my PowerPoint slide show.
It was going quickly as planned when Megan began.
"And now we have a guest speaker to talk to you all. May I introduce to you my uncle, John Perkins." The class gave a half-spirited welcome to Megan's uncle who had been in the hallway, nervously waiting for his turn to talk to the class. Mr. Olsen shushed the class as Megan's uncle sat down on a three legged stool in front of the class. Mr. Perkins was dressed in jeans, a flannel shirt and ragged tennis shoes. His long gray hair was gathered into a pony tail in the back, and a package of Marlboros could be seen in his shirt pocket. His weathered face hadn't seen a razor in days, his gray whiskers seemed to add years to his actual age.
"Good afternoon everyone, My name is John Perkins. I thank you for inviting me here to talk to you about my not so pleasant school experience." He took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves. "I know it's been many years ago, but it had a profound effect on the rest of my life. I was bullied from early middle school until high school graduation. I never fought back, for fear of getting beat up by my tormentors. Now I don't want to single anyone out here, but the individual who bothered me the most went on to be some famous kickboxer. I guess he learned from knocking me around." There were a few muffled laughs, but most of the students kept quiet as he continued.
"Before the bullying started, I was a happy kid, with a great future. I had a great family life, hopes for a great future in a great college with hopes of graduating with a college degree in computer science. But after my grandmother died, my mom slipped into a deep depression and ignored everything that was going on in my life, including me being constantly bullied at school. This included almost everywhere in the school, the hallways, the classrooms, the locker rooms, the playground." His voice quivered as he paused before saying locker rooms.
"Then in eighth grade, my alcoholic father divorced my mom and left us. This caused me to sink into a deep depression as well, and I felt lost. My once perfect grades slipped to mostly failing grades, but my mom didn't care. Being the shortest, depressed kid in class, my self-esteem and self-confidence was virtually non-existent. My one friend, I'll call him Jess, tried to console me and help me out, but even he got tired of trying to help me and stopped hanging around with me."
"Life was so bad for me that in my sophomore year as my usual tormentor and his friends continued to call me worthless and that I should just kill myself finally led me to try and do just that." He pulled up his sleeves and showed us the scars that crossed his wrists. You could have heard a pin drop in the room.
"By now, I felt like I had no reason to live. Instead of getting me help, my mom, caught in her deep state of depression and despair, sent me to an institution here in town for mental illness, and I spent six weeks there trying to make sense of my life. It was there that I was abused by one of the male workers for the entire six weeks, which messed me up even more, confusing me about who I truly was." One of the girls in class put her hand over her mouth in disbelief. John continued.
"When I got out and was sent back home to my mom supposedly `cured', there was no change in how I was treated. I got involved in drugs, and actually overdosed on acid in my senior year. I nearly died in the ER, and wished that I had, but by some miracle, I survived when all I wanted to do was die. That was the lowest point in my life. While my other classmates and students like you were happy, had a great home life, got good grades, and had dreams of a bright future, I just wanted to die."
"Since then I've tried to make something out of my life, but it's been nearly impossible. I got mixed up with the wrong people, committed a crime by attempting to rob a convenience store, so I was convicted of a felony. Um, I will bet many of you don't know that once you have a felony charge on your record, you're labeled for life. I can't get just any job that pays decent wages with benefits. The only thing that has saved me from becoming homeless again has been the warm heart of my cousin -- Megan's mom. She's welcomed me into their home and I'm trying really hard to not mess this up. But with low self-esteem that I've suffered with since grade school, life for me is never easy." He began to speak slowly, like the words were hard to come by. "I can only sit and wonder how different my life would have been had my classmates accepted me for who I was and maybe helped me through the tough times in my life. No, bullying wasn't the only cause of my failed life, but it was a huge part of it. I beg those of you who think that it's...cool... to bully others that are not like you -- please -- think of what it would be like to walk in their shoes. Don't be a part of ruining someone's life like my tormentor helped to ruin mine."
You could have heard a pin drop in the classroom. I looked around and my eyes met those of two of the three jocks who were staring right at me. Their blank stares triggered something inside and I knew. At that moment I was in a trance and didn't even hear Mr. Olsen's words thanking Mr. Perkins for coming in to speak to the class and didn't hear him ask me twice to resume the presentation.
"Oh, yeah, sorry Mr. Olsen." I began by reading my notes.
"Bullying can take place in the following forms: unwanted aggressive behavior, observed or perceived power imbalance, repetition or high likelihood of repetition of bullying behaviors. The following percentages reflect where bullying in school takes place:
Hallway or stairwell (43.4%)
Classroom (42.1%)
Cafeteria (26.8%)
Outside on school grounds (21.9%)
Online or text (15.3%)
Bathroom or locker room (12.1%)
Somewhere else in the school building (2.1%)
Among students ages 12-18 who reported being bullied at school during the school year, 15 % were bullied online or by text.
An estimated 14.9% of high school students were electronically bullied in the 12 months prior to the survey.
Types of Bullying:
Students ages 12-18 experienced various types of bullying, including:
Being the subject of rumors or lies (13.4%)
Being made fun of, called names, or insulted (13.0%)
Pushed, shoved, tripped, or spit on (5.3%)
Leaving out/exclusion (5.2%)
Threatened with harm (3.9%)
Others tried to make them do things they did not want to do (1.9%)
Property was destroyed on purpose (1.4%)."
My resources were taken from: https://www.stopbullying.gov/resources/facts
Then I talked about bullying and suicide. "This is important to understand. The relationship between bullying and suicide is complex. The media should avoid oversimplifying these issues and insinuating or directly stating that bullying can cause suicide. The facts tell a different story. It is not accurate and potentially dangerous to present bullying as the "cause" or "reason" for a suicide, or to suggest that suicide is a natural response to bullying." I continued.
"Research indicates that persistent bullying can lead to or worsen feelings of isolation, rejection, exclusion, and despair, as well as depression and anxiety, which can contribute to suicidal behavior. The vast majority of young people who are bullied do not become suicidal.
Most young people who die by suicide have multiple risk factors." Now I moved on to what a person can do if they are bullied.
"There are things you can do if you are being bullied:
Look at the kid bullying you and tell him or her to stop in a calm, clear voice. You can also try to laugh it off. This works best if joking is easy for you. It could catch the kid bullying you off guard.
If speaking up seems too hard or not safe, walk away and stay away. Don't fight back. Find an adult to stop the bullying on the spot.
Talk to an adult you trust. Don't keep your feelings inside. Telling someone can help you feel less alone. They can help you make a plan to stop the bullying.
Stay away from places where bullying happens.
Stay near adults and other kids. Most bullying happens when adults aren't around."
Then it became real for me. The picture of me walking back to my locker that first week in gym class was now on the screen for all to see. Of course the area of my bare butt was smudged out. Slowly, the words tried to come out.
"Yes, this was me. Just another chain of events in being bullied from middle school until now. But for those of you in this classroom who were responsible for this, I KNOW who you are, and this isn't over. You're not going to bring me down." I locked into a stare with the three jocks who did this to me. They glared back at me with a super pissed look on their faces, as if to say that this was not the end. The tears wanted to come so bad, and I was almost shaking, but I held my own. I added what students who are bullied can do for help, what steps to take to stop those responsible for bullying them. Then I added my closing statement.
"You're not going to get to me and ruin my life any more than you already have. I'm not going to be a statistic like a kid from the catholic high school in town." I put the picture of Collin, a sophomore up on the screen. "He was constantly bullied by three idiots in his class and because he had a bad home life, one morning before he was supposed to leave for school, he got a hold of his dad's shotgun, put it to his mouth and pulled the trigger. And this was a student in a CATHOLIC school." I now paused between each sentence as I spoke.
"Not a public school. No prom for him. No first date. No driver's license. No graduation. No graduation party. No college tours. No college graduation. No job, No beautiful wife. No kids." I tried not to break down. I did hear some sniffles in the class. My shaky voice was all that was heard as I continued.
I will pray for the soul of Collin. Despite having many issues at home, because Collin wasn't accepted by his fellow students as being different, they helped pull the trigger instead of trying to be friends with him. We all wear part of the blame for Collin's death. Shame on us."
I barely remember the hugs from Megan, Abby, Parker and the applause of the classroom and the words of praise from Mr. Olsen. It was all a blur. I had survived and beneath the bundle of nerves, I barely remember walking back to my desk. The rest of the class was also a blur. I looked over at Parker, Megan, and Abby. They were all smiling, giving me the thumbs up sign. I couldn't stop smiling too.
Class was over, we were now in gym class. We were playing flag football and I was wearing my hoodie because it was cool out at first, but then once I got running, it got warm, so I took it off and left it on the sideline. I really got into the game and felt relaxed again. When the period was almost over and we started heading back to the building, I was halfway when the P.E. teacher yelled out to me.
"Michaels! Is that your sweatshirt?" I nodded that it was and had to turn around to go get it. Parker and Big T had been walking back with me, but I told them to just go ahead, I'd be there in a moment.
I grabbed my sweatshirt and ran back to the building. I was absently minded walking back down the hall to the locker rooms when once again I was grabbed from behind. I tried to scream, but a hand held my mouth closed so no words could escape. The same three I called out in class had grabbed me from behind, the other one now got in my face while the other one stood by watching.
"Okay you little faggot, you think you're a big man now, calling us out in class like that? Huh?" He was so close to me I could smell his cinnamon gum he was chewing. "Think we're going to let you get away with that? Huh Faggot? Got no words now? So you better just drop it, Cuz if you rat on us, you and your faggot friends are going down. You hear me?"
His words burned in my ears. I could feel my heart beating a hundred miles a minute in my chest, adrenalin was rolling in waves through my shaking body. What happened next is still a blur, but as my fight or flight mechanism had me at a crossroads, all of those years of being beat down by bullies and being told I was worthless finally had me at my boiling over point.
I chose to fight.
I remember saying to them "You're not going to bully me anymore, and I tried to throw punches. But the three of them were stronger. The one dude had my arms held back behind me, and the other was now punching me in my stomach, which hurt like hell. I thought I felt something crack, but I still tried to take it. As the dude got closer, despite the pain, I lifted my right leg up and kicked the dude right in his balls. He bent over in pain, but now the other dude punched me right in my face, causing blood to instantly gush out of my nose. I felt a warm liquid running down into my mouth. The copper tasting blood surprised me, but even with the stinging pain in my gut and face, I glanced to my right and saw a baseball bat in the corner of the room, propped up alongside a locker.
As the one who held my hands behind my back threw me down on the hard cold tile floor like a rag doll, as if instinct, something from deep within made me grab the bat. As the trio of attackers started walking away from me, I slowly walked toward them, yelling as loud as I could.
"FUCK YOU, YOU BASTARDS!"
The one that had gotten in my face who I'd kicked in the nuts turned around just in time for the motion of the bat to make contact with his right forearm.
He screamed in pain as the bat cracked a bone, and he went down like a sack of flour on the floor. The one to the left of him put his hands up in a defensive manner just in time for my next swing to come in contact with his right hand. He screamed so loud it hurt my ears. The other one didn't know what hit him:
Seemingly out of nowhere, Parker literally knocked him into a bank of lockers and with a flurry of moves I've never seen before, Parker threw him and the other jock down on the floor writhing in pain next to the creep who was now holding his broken right arm. Leaving the three jocks reeling in pain on the floor of the locker room, Carter slowly walked over to me as I was ready to swing the bat at anyone who came close to me.
"Carter, give me the bat, it's all over. It's okay, give me the bat."
This was the last thing I remembered hearing, as I trembled now, my t-shirt bloody from my broken nose; Parker took the bat from my hands, holding me as I couldn't stop shaking from the shock of what had just happened.
Then I blacked out.
Author's note: If you or anyone you know is a victim of bullying, either in school or even in the workplace, please report it to an adult teacher, parent, supervisor or anyone you trust. Please do not let bullying ruin your life as it's ruined others. You may reach out to me as well: austintc@aol.com. Being a victim myself, I completely sympathize with anyone who's being bullied. - ATC.