Carter and the Biker Boy

By moc.loa@ctnitsua

Published on Dec 9, 2021

Gay

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Carter and the biker boy

Chapter 24 -- All Hallows Eve and November

What transpired at Dylan's Halloween party still weighed heavily on my mind. I thought about everything that happened last night: first being with Noah, then Dylan, then getting drunk and passing out on the sofa in Dylan's room. Then Parker being with Dylan, Javy, and more than likely with Javy again. Then I thought about the unknown -- what happened to me after I passed out. I had zero memories of it but am pretty certain that at least two people fucked me while I was out, based on, well, you know... when I went to the bathroom after waking up.

I should have known. Damnit. The lady in my dream was right. We played with fire, essentially, and now what was very fun being with different people was now coming back to haunt me. Why do we make decisions to do things that we know are probably going to be the wrong decision? I mean both Parker and I decided to go to the party knowing good and well that the outcome would be what it was. Perhaps we're both too young to have a committed relationship at our age.

That was the one question I really wanted to ask Chase but didn't. But then thinking back to what we did talk about, he said: "So I'm no expert on dating, or more specifically gay dating, but if you're in a committed relationship, gay or straight, do you think sleeping with others should be acceptable?"

To which I replied: "No, it shouldn't be. I guess we've never really set the boundaries or defined what we should be."

If I remember the conversation after San Antonio where we talked about us and nearly broke up, I made the following statement:

"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 had both agreed on what I'd said, and had decided to focus on each other, but then when we ended up going to Dylan's party, we both knew what the outcome would be, and indeed, that is what happened to BOTH of us. So should I get upset that Javy and Parker slept together? Probably NOT, but it did bother me. I'm thinking it's only natural.

I don't want to beat a dead horse anymore, but during our conversation at that time of our big fight, Parker called me a male slut. I guess we're both male sluts, that we can agree on. What is it I've heard adults -- mainly women -- say before? Men are pigs? I can see why.

So in the spirit of doing the right thing, I sent only one text.

< Sure, you can come over now.

Not more than ten seconds later he responded.

< On my way now.

Twenty minutes later while I was in my room straightening things up, the doorbell rang. My heartbeat raced; I was curious to know if it was him or a trick or treat kid showing up for candy.

Sure enough. I opened the door and at least the mask of Miles Morales was standing there visible by the yellow glow of the porch light, wearing a black hoodie, gray sweats, Nike sneakers, carrying a black backpack slung across his shoulders. He almost looked as if he ran the entire mile or so to my house, but instead I saw his bike next to him on the sidewalk.

"Come in. That's not a very good Halloween costume you have on. I'll open the garage door so you can put your bike in first."

"Sorry, I have the rest on underneath my sweats. I would have flown, but, you know -- my super powers have already left me."

I laughed, even though it still hurt to laugh. Even though I was still relatively pissed off at him, I was glad to see my boyfriend at my doorsteps and now inside my house. We had much to talk about before I would determine if he would still be my boyfriend in the dawn of the first day of November.

Parker pulled off his mask and tried to smile at me, tentatively hoping that everything would be forgotten from the previous night. He moved to give me a hug and a kiss, and I somewhat coldly accepted his affection.

"Are you okay from last night? What a crazy night, huh?" I was ready to punch him in the face, upset from the unknown. I did my best to remain composed and to not get too angry. He knew I was upset, and as composed as I could, I began.

"Physically and emotionally I am sore. My body is aching from my side, my nose, my head, my stomach, you know where else it is sore, and from not knowing what went on while I was passed out. I know that something happened to me that I don't remember happening, as it was quite evident when I went to the bathroom. I don't think I need to paint a picture for you, but quite honestly, for us to continue as a couple, first you need to come completely clean with me and let me know what happened after I fell asleep on the sofa and before I woke up in the morning."

I then basically restated what we both knew going into the party.

"You and I both agreed that going to the party dressed alike was going to cause confusion between everyone, and it happened. I must admit, it was fine all the way up until we both left Dayne's room having just been used by Dylan and Javy. But you need to tell me what you know about what happened after we were both in the room asleep on the sofa. And it better be the truth otherwise I'm not sure how we can continue being together."

Parker hung his head. He knew what happened had gone too far. He moved over to sit by me on the sofa in the living room where we had our last argument, the same worn spot in the carpeting was positioned between us. Then he began.

"Babe, first let me say I'm sorry how things turned out. I thought you were awake when we tried to get you up. You sat up, looked around and when Dylan came in the room and wanted you to suck him, you nodded your head and agreed to. So he sat you up, you started sucking him, and then Isaac came in, saw you doing that, so he took over. Noah and I were both on the sofa, and so soon it was Isaac, Javy, and Dylan taking turns getting their cocks sucked by you, me, and Noah. Well then of course, they picked you up, took you to the bed, pulled your costume off, then your briefs, laid you stomach and face down on the edge of the bed. Then they made us get in the same position." I was trying to remember this but couldn't. Parker continued.

"I just shook my head and told them not to hurt you, but Javy said that you would be alright and that this was your dream to have all three of the soccer boys take turns on you, me and Noah. I tried to protest, but Javy then forced me down on the bed, held his hand over my mouth so I couldn't complain or yell, or anything and then before I knew it, they were fucking all three of us." The news he gave me had me upset but at the same time somewhat surprised that Javy AND Dylan would take advantage of me like this. Parker went on.

"So Isaac was doing Noah, who seemed to be having the time of his life. He was really getting into it then it was then that Noah said he wanted to switch, to have Javy in him. Of course then Dylan took Javy's place, Isaac started doing you. Seems like a blur after that, since Isaac apparently came right away in you, then Dylan went back to you, where he came almost right away inside you too."

"Well that explains what happened to me. So how did I end up back on the sofa then?"

"Noah and I cleaned you up a bit, put your underwear on and then carried you back to the sofa. I was ready to sleep but both Javy and Dylan pulled me up and took me to the bathroom where all three of us got in the shower. They quickly cleaned themselves up, told me to join them where they forced me to suck on both of them. My knees are still sore from being on the tiled floor in the shower. Neither of them came from me sucking them, but they told me to get cleaned up and that it was time for bed. Javy then told me that I had to sleep with him. I was too tired and too worn out and maybe still a little bit drunk to tell him no. I wish I would have."

"Why do you say that?" I asked, wondering just what went on when those two went to bed.

"Well apparently you ought to know your cousin's... appetite shall we say. I guess he didn't get enough earlier. He made me suck him first, and I had to swallow a pretty good sized load from him. Wasn't but a few minutes later he spit on his hand and started fingering my hole, then started fucking me. This time with plenty of precum still, he must have been in me for like fifteen minutes before he finally came TWICE, one right after the other. After that I passed out. The next thing I knew I woke up naked next to him, my ass on fire. Good thing I got up otherwise I think he might have done me again. When we woke up he was like `Damn Parker, I really like you, you know how to please me. We gotta hook up again, cabron.' Then he almost like bit me on the back of my neck. I almost punched him in the face, but I was too tired and too sore."

"Was that all? I mean, do you remember what happened with Dylan and Wyatt?"

"All I knew was that Dylan left the room after showering and went back to the living room where apparently Chase and Wyatt were talking. Oh, and Isaac was out there too. He must have left then, because when Javy finished cumming in me and I was about to pass out, Dylan came in the room with Wyatt, and they were kissing before they jumped in bed. I don't know what happened between them, but I'm guessing Dylan fucked him too. All in all, it was one of the weirdest parties I've ever been too, obviously, and although it should have been fun being used by those guys, I just wanted to be with you."

The tears started to form in his eyes. I had to believe him.

"Oh man, Carter. I -- I just -- I just don't want something like this to break us up. It was fun, yes. But you're dream nailed it. We just should have stayed here or at my house. I am so sore right now that it doesn't feel like it will heal for a while. I thought your cousin was a nice guy and all but he's really just an animal almost. What really pisses me off is that I could have defended myself against guys like him, but whatever was in the punch messed me up. I am so, so sorry. Can you please forgive me?"

He was now in tears, looking up at me with the saddest eyes I've ever seen from him.

"Yeah, given the fact that I know how my primo is and how he treated me that first time and the several times after that, I believe you. But tell me the truth. You wanted to be with him, and he wanted to be with you, correct?"

Parker hung his head again, staring at the carpeting again.

"Yeah. I thought he was cute and all, but please believe me I didn't want to ruin what we have. I thought that since we were, you know, being with different guys and having fun that it would be okay. It's not like I wanted to be his boyfriend or leave you for him. It's just that curiosity thing that I think is normal. Tell me you don't feel that way about certain guys you see?"

He had me there. Noah came to mind, Chase, Wyatt, that cute kid in science class, the one whose name I don't know...and almost every cute guy I see in the hallway at school, in the store, the cute guy at Target and so on. Oh, and the cute Mexican guy at the grocery store! So yeah, he's right. I thought for a few minutes, didn't say anything about the aforementioned guys. But then I had to reply. In this situation I thought to myself, "What would Chase say?"

"You're right. It's in our nature. And I don't see it letting up, do you?" Parker laughed for the first time tonight.

"No, I mean if it does, then I'd probably be ready to die, right? But how do we not give in to temptation?"

"We just can't. We have to try and act out our fantasies with each other. I mean if you want me to be a soccer player, I'll find my uniform from fall soccer when I was 12. If you want me to be a weight lifter, well, I'll try! Or how about a wrestler wearing one of those tight single things? The one that shows off my big dick and my huge balls?"

Now we were both smiling. I think we were finally getting past what happened last night.

"Oh yeah, dress like a Mexican soccer boy, then I'll let you use my singlet from wrestling and when you get better we can start practicing again. How about you dress like a nerd, or book geek like Wyatt?"

"Oh yeah! That'd work! How about you dress like Noah, wearing tight cutoff jeans, a tight tee-shirt and put on some make up?"

We both laughed, almost to the point where my side started to hurt again. I was hard and was leaking into my Miles Morales costume where nothing was between my body and the thin fabric of the costume and my hot throbbing and leaking dick. Parker stood up, and I looked at him to notice the same thing happening in his costume. That's all it took. We began kissing, with a hunger to be in each other's arms again. By the time we got to my room we were naked, our erections once again plastered tight against our groins. Carefully Parker helped me to the bed.

As in several times before, Parker laid naked on top of me, our hard cocks leaking precum on my belly, enough to provide the lubrication necessary to fire off massive loads on my belly, chest and as Parker raised up from my belly, one of his streams hit my face. He quickly licked it off and shared it with me in a deep passionate kiss. It felt so good to be with my boyfriend again.

Still hard, Parker rolled me on top of him and we resumed kissing. The yearning inside still raged, as our teenaged lust wanted more. Our first loads were now drying on our chests, so Parker grabbed a couple of tissues and cleaned up the mess that was now on his abs and chest. The pungent smell of our loads mixed together provided the aphrodisiac we needed to now move into a sixty nine position, and the sucking, licking of our cocks, balls, and boldly even our holes commenced.

We must have gone at least twenty minutes or close to a half hour before I felt his cock start to swell in my mouth and I knew he was close to his second orgasm. Sure enough, his hot creamy load almost equal to the first filled my mouth as I held his shaft, keeping just enough of his steel hard dick head inside my mouth so I could feel the cum shooting like a firehose into the back of my mouth, forcing me to swallow before some escaped my eager mouth. This caused me to explode into Parker's mouth as well, and he barely accomplished the same feat as me.

In the aftermath, we laid next to each other kissing deep passionate kisses, the taste of our cum mixing together to form the sweetest taste that afterward we joked about being the best tasting nectar we'd ever had.

Looking at the clock on my night stand I was surprised to see that it was only nine pm. It seemed like it should be closer to one or two in the morning, but it was still early. We got up, put on some sweats, and threw a frozen pizza in the oven. While we were waiting for it to be done, we went back to my room and laid on the bed next to each other listening to some music on my phone.

"So we need to establish some sort of boundaries, don't we?" Parker asked, almost afraid to hear my response.

I sighed, thought a few seconds before I responded.

"Yes, we do. I think my dream about meeting Aphrodite in the cemetery was a sign."

"I believe it was too. So what boundaries do we need to establish?" Parker asked, almost afraid to hear my response, knowing that it could signal the end of our promiscuity.

"Well, if we are going to remain a couple like we were supposed to be before we went to Texas, then we cannot let anyone else come between us. Like what happened this weekend cannot happen anymore." I noticed some doubt and disappointment in Parker's face. So I continued. "Look, When we were in Dayne's room and were on our backs being fucked by Dylan and Javy, I thought it was awesome fun. But I thought it would be just that -- fun. I never thought that I'd wake up to find you in bed with my cousin. And yes, it did make me jealous to some extent, because I just didn't know what went on while I was passed out. I mean, how would you feel if it was me -- like in bed with Dylan or even Noah?"

"You're right. I wouldn't like it. In fact, I would be jealous too."

"Exactly. So I think that we're completely aware of the many cute guys there are at school and everywhere." Parker nodded his head and said, `Oh yeah.' "But just like straight guys, if we're in a committed relationship, then we can't fool around behind each other's back. Or do we decide to be in an open relationship where we're free to be with anyone we want, knowing that sooner or later there's going to be a guy that is drop dead gorgeous, wants you and you want to be with him because he turns you on?" Once again Parker thought for a few minutes before responding.

"That is tough, I mean I don't think I want an open relationship, but no more fun with other guys is what we need? How about if we only be with other guys if it can be like it was in Dayne's room when Javy and Dylan did both of us at the same time?"

If it was anyone else, I probably would have said no. But when it involved Dylan, and knowing how he makes me feel, I didn't respond right away.

"That's a tough one to think about. You liked being with Javy for his big dick and roughness. Same with me and Dylan. But I know that Dylan and I will never have what you and I have, and I can tell you that it would be the same with Javy."

The oven beeped, so our pizza was ready. We got it out of the oven, cut the pizza into eight pie shaped pieces then went into my room to watch some Netflix. We chose the episode of "Love, Victor" where Victor and Benji are almost ready to break up, or where Victor meets Rahim. Parker spoke first after finishing a piece of his pizza.

"I know that there is no one else that would be boyfriend material. I know it would never be Javy because he likes women. I liked being with Javy. No offense, but his cock really fills me up and feels good. You ought to know, right?" I took a drink of my Pepsi then responded.

"It's the same with Dylan. Two guys who are total guys on top. And since we're both bottoms for the most part, those guys really turn us on. So do we think we can survive knowing we probably shouldn't be with those guys again sexually?" Parker thought for a moment before answering my question.

"I mean, um, we can, or should I say I or we would have to... make every effort to keep it just you and me, right? Why is it that we can't just be good and leave us as us? Is it because we love being fucked by a big cock?" We both laughed, as it sounded really bad and dirty the way he said it. But it was true!

"Yeah, you have a good point there. The thing is that guys like Dylan and Javy for the most part know that we love their big dicks and know that they can have us anytime they want. I know if I texted both of them to come over here now, they'd come over and it would be just like last night in his little brother's room. Don't you agree?"

Parker nodded his head and smiled as he took a drink of his pop. "I'm sure they would, and as much fun as that would be, those are the situations we have to avoid, otherwise we're going to continue letting any gay guy with a big dick do us any time."

"Exactly. Look babe, I love being with you. I love feeling your kisses, your hugs, and when we make out, your body against mine. You do turn me on, and I fell in love with you for being you. When you came out to me in your basement on the wrestling mat. When we stood on top of the Tower of the Americas in San Antonio, and we proclaimed our love for each other. Those times alone made me feel better than I've felt with Dylan and certainly with Javy. Like with Dylan, he's never kissed me or anything like that when he's been with me. When you were in me, I felt satisfied because I know that you love me. And when you tied me up and rode me, Oh my god, that was incredible. It turned me on so much. So can we please just try to forget about those guys and just exclusively be you and me?"

Once again, Parker thought before answering. Almost too long to keep from worrying me that he'd say no, that he would not be able to survive without being fucked by a guy with a big dick. But then he smiled, nodded his head yes, put his plate down and nearly jumped on me, kissing my neck, my lips and hugging me.

"I love you so much Mr. Michaels that I will do what I can to make this work. And right now I want you so badly."

As he stood up and pulled me to him, I could feel his cock hard against mine. Back to my room we went.

Our clothes were off in an instant. I was on my back and Parker was once again on top of me. We kissed for a few minutes, then he rolled me over on my stomach and told me to get on my knees in the bottom wrestling position. He reached around and was stroking my leaking dick, and then started kissing my butt cheeks. When he made his way to my hole and his tongue started quivering and licking around my hole, I thought I was going to explode. The sensations were amazing! Apparently he had brought the slippery stuff with him, because out of nowhere, or so it seemed, he popped open the lid and put some of it on his index finger, rubbing the lube around my eager hole. Despite being used and sore from last night with the three guys, I was ready to feel my boyfriend in me.

When his burning hot cock head touched my slippery, eager hole, I was almost begging him to slip it in. But he teased me to the point where I almost pushed back on him. Taking this as a hint, he now slow and steady inched it in. He felt so good! His hands were on my hips, and as he slowly fucked me, I thought I was in heaven. But then he surprised me when he pulled out.

"Your turn, stud. I need to feel you in me now." As he pulled out and assumed the same position as me, he handed me the bottle of slippery stuff. "Do what I did, and we can keep switching, okay?" I smiled and of course told him yes.

There was something really cool about kissing his butt and licking around his bruised hole. I never thought it would turn me on so much, but it did. And when I slowly drove my cock in to his hole until I could feel my sack against his, he moaned in pleasure, and I knew he felt me. Just like he did to me, I pulled out a few minutes after I got all the way in. He didn't ask why, and I switched places with him on the bed. He plunged back into my eager hole and continued to assault my ass with his dick. We both were really getting into this new way of fucking each other, and we did this for almost a half hour. It was pretty cool because just as I felt like I was going to cum, I pulled out of him and then he did the same to me. When he felt like he was going to cum, he pulled out and then I got back on and rode him until I was ready to explode.

Finally -- and this was really cool -- I had just pulled out of Parker in time and he'd just plunged back into me. Without touching myself anywhere on my body, I felt a huge orgasm build from within, as his thrusting touched me just right inside, I shot my load all over my sheets. This triggered Parker's orgasm, which filled me up inside. He began shaking and it was so intense, and grabbed onto my back, holding on for dear life as if he was riding a bucking bronco that was going to throw him brutally onto the ground if he let go.

Amazingly, his cock pulsating and still thrusting inside me as it fired its creamy load into the depths of my bowels triggered a smaller, yet still intense orgasm for me as well. It nearly drove me wild with a pleasure I'd not felt before, shaking my whole body too! Finally when both of us couldn't take it anymore, I collapsed on the bed face down onto the spunk on the sheets. The cooled sticky mess touched my still hard cock and sparse pubes while Parker also collapsed on top of me. We laid that way for a few minutes before he rolled me over and our lips met for the umpteenth time, our sticky cocks meeting as well, not willing to lose their hardness. It was an incredible feeling, intensified no doubt by the full body contact, kissing and hugging.

We nearly fell asleep in each other's arms, but a loud car approached the intersection just outside my window, squealing its tires as it roared off down the street, waking both of us up. The air in my room had dried the remnants of our mess, but the smell of our sex and sweat remained. In the dim light of my room my boyfriend's perfect muscular back invited my touch, which caused his skin to contract into goose bumps, and caused his softened cock to wake up against my side.

"Oh babe, that was incredible," he murmured softly. "I don't want to get up or leave your side. I could stay in your arms all night. But my parents are supposed to get home in an hour or so. We'd probably best get a shower so I can get home before they do. He felt so good lying next to me that I didn't want to let him go but I acquiesced, and we practically staggered into the bathroom where we embraced under the comfort of the hot water, soaping each other which caused our passion to rise again. This time we let our hands do the trick, first Parker stroking me while his hardness was firmly placed against my cheeks as he moved it up and down. This new sensation of having his hand stroking me caused me to shoot within two minutes, spraying the shower wall with my cream. Parker hadn't cum yet, so switching positions, my still hard cock was nestled against his cheeks, and reaching around to stroke him felt incredible but sort of weird. Nonetheless, I stroked him like I would jack myself, and it only took a minute before his load sprayed the wall next to mine. Finally we'd satisfied and exhausted ourselves sexually, our cocks finally softened just as the hot water slowly turned to cool.

We toweled off, taking time to exchange "I love you" and kisses before getting dressed. I didn't want him to leave, but we both knew that this night we would not be able to stay together, and Parker needed to be home before his parents arrived. I put my worn red cotton robe on that was almost too small for me; Parker got dressed in his sweats, and within minutes of ten thirty, he was out the door and on his bike going back home. I told him to text me when he got home, even though it was only about a five minute ride. I closed the door as he rode off into the night and reflected on the events that transpired over the past two nights. A minute or too later Parker texted me letting me know he was home.

< Babe, I'm home. Thanks for the fun Halloween night. See you @ school tomorrow. `rents aren't home yet. Love you!

< Cool hun. Love you too! (three kisses emojis).

All was well that ended well. We'd worked through the events of the party at Dylan's house, and both agreed that we would do whatever it would take to avoid hooking up with other guys and would just be with each other and no one else. I was smiling to myself happy that we'd once again came to an agreement and would still remain a young gay couple, very much in love with each other.

****** The remainder of the night went by quickly as I slept a dreamless sleep. When my alarm went off at six, I thought it was Saturday again and nearly fell back asleep. But I got up, showered, ate breakfast and was ready to go when Mom got home. We talked for a bit about our nights and then she took me and Parker to school. Our day and week went great and before we knew it was the weekend again.

Everything was going well for a change. My side was healing very well. A trip to the doctor the following week showed that the cracks in my ribs had healed well, and the doctor told me that by the first of December I would be cleared to resume doing about anything I wanted to do, including practicing for wrestling! I was so excited to know that I would be ready to resume training at Parker's house and actually sign up for freshmen wrestling at school! We had settled into a good routine for the first three weeks of the month. Since we each had a lot of homework, we couldn't spend much time together during the week. But on the weekends we would sleepover Friday and Saturday nights, one usually at my house, then the other night at Parker's house. We both got what we needed, and one of those weekends I think I counted something like seven times that we'd came. Sundays were usually spent at our own houses resting up for Monday.

Before we knew it, the week of Thanksgiving was upon us. I was excited thinking about the idea that Parker and I would be able to spend the weekend together, just me and him.. Since my doctor's appointment would be on the day before Thanksgiving, I had hinted to Parker that the doctor would be clearing me to resume all and any activities, including practicing for wrestling. The idea of us being back on the huge wrestling mat in Parker's basement got me hard just thinking about how the two of us found out about each other, and just how fun it would be to feel his body against mine on the mat. We'd rode the bus home from school on Monday and Parker told me that he'd talk to me later, since his dad was on vacation this week. So I got home and right away started my math homework, waiting for Mom to wake up. She only had to work three days this week, and then would also have five days off.

I'd just about finished up my math when I got a text from Parker.

< Hey Babe, guess what? Got news about the extra-long weekend.

< Oh yeah? Your parents are going out of town leaving you home so we can be together?

< Um, sort of like that. But not quite.

< What does that mean?

< We're going to Austin to my Aunt's house for Thanksgiving! We leave tomorrow afternoon!

My heart sank. All of my plans of being together with him had now been vaporized. So I tried to respond in a happy tone, but it wasn't easy.

< Oh. Lucky for you! Flying, right?

< Yes! I can't wait.

< I bet. (sad emoji, with tears). Gonna miss you. Six days? Coming back on Sunday?

< Aww, don't cry. We'll be back Sunday afternoon.

Yup, so there it was. My anticipated five day weekend was going to boring as could be. All I could do was send him back a half smiling, half sad emoji and then he didn't respond. Worse off, would he be hooking up with Luis again? No! not Luis! I tried not to let my imagination take off and run away from me, but given what happened when we were in San Antonio, anything was indeed possible.

Monday night came and went, and now Tuesday was upon us, and Parker would be leaving right after the next class after lunch. Just before lunch we both went into the boys' bathroom near the lunchroom to use the bathroom and get ready for lunch.

We both took a leak and were about to wash our hands. Parker looked at me, I looked at him and it was then that we realized that this would be the last time we'd see each other for six days. Parker wrapped his arms around me in a big hug then whispered in my ear.

"I'm going to miss you babe. I wish we could be together, and I asked if I could stay home and hang out with you, but my parents wouldn't let me do that. So here's something to remember me by."

He then moved to kiss me and of course our lips found each other, and we must have been French kissing for almost a minute when the door opened and none other than Big T walked in. We quickly broke our embrace, and luckily Big T didn't see us kissing but instead caught us still in each other's arms.

"Hey guys, what's going on here?" he inquired, curious to see us this close together, as if he expected something was up between us. I quickly responded.

"Hey Big T. Nothing going on here. Parker was just telling me that his...aunt in Texas is really sick. He's kinda broken up over it all." Parker now had to look sad even though the front of his pants told a different story.

"Yeah, she's my favorite aunt. Aunt... Bessie." She might not make it, so we're going to Texas to see her, you know, um, during Thanksgiving break. So Carter just gave me a hug to comfort me. I'm not doing very good with it right now." With that he almost began crying on cue. I wouldn't say he began bawling, but it was pretty close. I put my hand on his shoulder and trying to bust out laughing I barely could choke out the words and another hug that sealed the deal.

"It's going to be okay, man. We're here for you, right T?" T then put his big hand on Parker's shoulder, the one that he'd just used to touch himself while he took a leak, and I thought Parker was going to freak out. I know I almost did as I broke my embrace with Parker, and we all walked out of the bathroom AFTER T washed his hands.

Crisis averted; no harm done.

T had bought our story. Phew. I know at some point we will have to come out at school, but just not right at the moment.

After lunch we went back to the bathroom. Luckily there was no one inside. We had one more embrace, one more quick kiss, our ears alertly listening for any sound that indicated someone else might be coming into the bathroom. Thankfully, no one did. I was starting to feel sad but tried to smile as we left the bathroom once again with hard cocks tenting in our jeans. Just then we saw Dylan and Wyatt walking towards us and I'm sure they noticed our condition.

"Carter-man! Parker! You guys a little bit too excited to be here, I see!" he blurted out, causing Wyatt to smile as his eyes quickly glanced down to our jeans.

"Hey Dylan, hey Wyatt." I tried to laugh it off, but the sight of those two together just had me immediately thinking about Dylan's party, which was the last time I'd seen or talked to Dylan. They both looked really hot together and I couldn't help but wonder how the quiet, sexy, tall, and thin Wyatt looked like naked, and how big his dick was. I guess I stared a little too much because as my eyes glanced back up, they met Wyatt's eyes and we locked in for a few seconds and I saw him faintly smile at me, which caused my cock to twitch in my briefs. "Just heading back to our next class. You guys on your way to lunch?"

"Yes we are, then it's on to Dylan's tutoring session in the library." Wyatt responded in his soft, yet confident voice. "You guys have a great afternoon."

"Thanks, we will." Parker responded. "I'm leaving for Texas in an hour. Hope you guys have a great Thanksgiving." Both Dylan and Wyatt noticed the sad look that came over my face."

"Aww, well you have a safe trip, Parker. Carter, we'll check in on you to see how you're surviving, okay?" I nodded and told them that'd be cool, which drew a quick glance from Parker, who had a quick, skeptical look on his face. They both left and as we walked to our next classes, Parker was going to say something about their promise of checking in on me, but I quickly shot down his fears.

"Don't worry babe, I'm not interested in them, I promise." Parker nodded his head as we were now at the door to his class. Boldly, I gave him a quick hug and after whispering in his ear that I loved him, I said loud enough so anyone that saw us embrace could hear: "I'll be praying for Aunt Bessie's speedy recovery. See you on Sunday."

Parker just smiled and went into his class, while I walked away to my next class almost in tears.

****** The rest of my day was uneventful. Parker sent me a text around eight pm letting me know that they'd arrived in Austin safely and would soon be arriving at the hotel where they would be staying. He didn't know which hotel but promised pics later. I responded with smiley face emoji's, when in fact I was like a lost kid. The idea of spending the next six days without being able to at least kiss and hug my boyfriend was going to be like an eternity.

Wednesday arrived and apparently several of my friends at school noticed that I was not being myself and asked me what was wrong. I just shrugged them off and told them I wasn't feeling well. I'd make it, I told myself.

On a brighter note, I did get cleared by the doctor to resume all physical activity! My cracked ribs had healed, and now I could return to gym class and best of all, start wrestling practice! I was going to wait to tell Parker until he got back from Texas. He would be surprised! Another cool thing was that Mom had the entire Thanksgiving weekend off. We would be having Thanksgiving dinner at my Tia Rosa's house, so that meant I'd have to hang out with Javy the entire day.

And that's just about how Thursday started. We got to Tia's house about noon. My whole family was there, all of my cousins, aunts, and uncles from my Mom's side of the family were there. All together I think there must have been thirty of us crammed into their house. According to most of my Tia's who hadn't seen me in a while I had grown a little taller and "mas guapo" (more handsome) than before. Of course they all asked me if I had a novia (girlfriend) and of course I said that I didn't, but I heard Javy whisper under his breath "tiene novio" (he has a boyfriend) which thankfully no one else heard. That comment by Javy really pissed me off.

The dinner was awesome, consisting of a cultural blend of food. Someone brought churros for dessert, there were even some tamales, which are usually only made during Christmas. Of course there was a couple of turkeys, one cooked in the oven, the other done on my Tio's grill. All I know is that I ate too much, and while the guys were watching football, I fell asleep on Javy's bed while anticipating a text from Parker.

Of course once the football game was over, Javy came in and woke me up by grabbing my hand and putting it on the front of his Nike sweats where I awoke to my hand feeling his half erect cock, which immediately caused me to yank my hand away as I was startled by his bold move.

"Hey cabron, what are you doing? What if our primos (cousins) come in here and see you doing that?"

"No worries, guey, they're all playing on the old PS downstairs. Hey cabron, why don't you spend the night? We can really have fun like before! Come on, ese! Tu mama ya dice que si!"

Crap. He already asked my mom if I could stay over, and of course she said yes.. I know what would happen if I did. But he persisted.

"Come on bro, don't you think your novio is having fun with his old novio in Texas, Luis? Aye maricon, live a little. It's not like you're cheating on him bro. We're primos and primos can do this sort of thing and it's okay. I bet if you were at Dylan's house you'd let him do you. Por favor? (Please?)"

He was begging now. Then he said something that told me that he found out more of what went on at Dylan's Halloween party.

"Okay, I'll tell you what. I heard you lost your cherry and did your novio. Congratulations, guey! How do you like being on top instead of being the bottom bitch? So I'll let you do me. Guess I like it to. Still being on top is lo major (the best) but I'd be okay with your baby dick in me. I just miss that fine culo (ass) of yours, primo. Besides, your novio likes my big dick too. He really likes it cabron."

I was starting to get pissed and madder by the second. In fact, I was on the verge of crying, and Javy knew that. He knew how to push the right buttons. And he had pushed mine.

In the past when Javy started like this, I would have given in to his desires. Yes, the idea of his verga grande inside me was getting me hard (and he sensed that) but I had to remain vigilant in my commitment to Parker. And if Parker was indeed fooling around with Luis again, then it's on HIM and not on me. I had to believe that Javy was just fucking with my mind and was playing whatever game he could play with me to make me give it up to him again. And an overwhelming part of me was going that way.

I had to get out of his room and cool off. This used car salesman had just about convinced me to take what he was selling even though deep inside I didn't want it. So I got up and left the room, telling him I needed the bathroom.

Luckily no one was in the bathroom. I went in, locked the door, unbuckled my belt, pulled down my skinny jeans and CK briefs, then sat down on the toilet. My dick, now free, was plastered against my groin leaking precum. I looked down at it, thinking about how much had happened in my life since the last time I was in this bathroom. My dick seemed bigger now, my balls bigger, and I definitely had a lot more hair around my balls and above my dick. The more I thought about those changes, the times I'd been with Javy, when we got caught by my Tio, then all of the times with Dylan, Javy, and Parker, the harder I got and the more I realized I was getting hornier by the second. I also knew that I couldn't give in to Javy's pressuring, even though the thought of his verga going inside me made me want him more and more.

As those thoughts permeated my brain, the precum began to flow, the flashbacks of Javy fucking me and then Parker coming out to me on the wrestling mat also were going past my mind's eye as if it was just yesterday. I could almost taste that first kiss that we shared on the mat, his hot and sweaty body hovering over me, our cocks so hard with anticipation. As my fingers smeared the precum over the head of my dick and when my index finger touched the sensitive spot under the head, I knew it wouldn't take long before I exploded. It's like he was there with me now, his lips finding the head, his tongue touching the sensitive spot, and now his lips firmly wrapped around my length, going up and down almost to my groin. His moist and hot mouth, his tongue caressing the entire length of my shaft, so carefully, yet raging with passion and desire.

That's all it took.

Almost painfully, I pushed my dick as far down as I could before the first jet hit. Then the second, third, fourth and finally a fifth or six jet that seemed to last forever plastered the inside of the toilet bowl. I could feel him with me. I could taste his kisses. I could smell his aroma. I missed him. Suddenly there was a knock on the door that jarred me out of my daydream where Parker had just given me the most incredible blow job.

"Carter? Are you okay in there, mi amor?" It was the voice of mi Tia Rosa.

"Oh, si, Tia. I just had to you know, go numero dos and it was dificil." I lied and told her that I just went number two and that it was difficult.

"Aye Carter, necesitas tomar aceite ahorita, y tu esomago sera major." She told me to take some olive oil, which would help my stomach be better, which would then help me go poop better. I just smiled and almost laughed, as that's how she is.

Ah, the joys of growing up in a Mexican family where everything can be cured with Olive Oil and Vicks Vapor rub. When I was little whenever I got a cold abuelita would tell my mom to put Vapor rub on practically everything. And whenever my stomach ached, it was a teaspoon of Olive Oil -- Aceite. Fond memories indeed.

I found some air freshener to spray in the bathroom to mask the smell of my supposed bowel movement that was more like my cum being splattered in the toilet.

Of course when I went out of the bathroom my mom, tias, and abuelita all asked if my tummy was okay. I then had an idea.

"No mama, I need to go to the bano, but no puedo. I think I need to lay down." So of course she gave me some olive oil, and then my Tia made me a cup of some herbal tea that was supposed to help too. I laid down on the couch when Javy walked by and asked me what was wrong with me. When I told him the only thing he muttered under his breath was "mentiroso" which means liar. To his response I just said "pendejo" which loosely means shithead. I really didn't want to spend the night with him and maybe I'd have to tell my mom the real truth if she asked why on our way home. Then again, maybe not...

Either way, we stayed for a few more hours and I started feeling better, of course. I even went back and played some Mario Cart with Javy. I was still somewhat pissed at him but tried to be at least somewhat civil with him until it was time to go. Things had settled down, at least in that way, or so I thought.

We were halfway through our game when Javy brought it up again, this time it was about Dylan.

"So primo, you and Dylan? You been with him again since his party?"

"No. How about you? You seem like you know him better than me."

"No, cabron. That's his thing hitting on both sides of the plate. I try looking for pussy, but the bitches don't put out for me. And now Dylan's hangin' out with Wyatt more since soccer has ended. Que piensas tu? (What do you think?)"

"No se, hombre. (I don't know, man.)" I mean that party... Look cabron, I really don't want to talk about it, but let's just say that neither Parker nor I want to go to another party at Dylan's." Then I blurted out what I have been wanting to say but never had the guys to say to Javy.

"Look hombre, what happened at Dylan's with you, Dylan and Isaac to me and Parker was kinda fun at first, but then when you guys took advantage of me when I had passed out from that punch and my pain meds, when I came to and realized what happened, I was not very happy to know that you took advantage of me by sleeping with my boyfriend and letting them do me when I was passed out. I know you don't understand because you've not been in a relationship with someone you really care about and love. Doesn't matter if it is a guy or a girl. We've now made a commitment to each other. No messing around. Period."

"You expect me to believe that mierda (shit), primo?"

"If you don't than that is your problem. But you need to respect me and Parker's wishes and leave us be. If he doesn't want to be with me and wants to be with someone else, then so be it. But for now, it's just between me and him. No more sharing with two, three, or four people."

"Okay primo. But you know you want me. And guess what? When you come looking for me, I'm not going to be here."

I just shook my head in agreement, content with his response. "Cool primo. Gracias."

We played for the next half hour in silence. When mom knocked on the door to Javy's room and asked if I was feeling better, I told her I was and that I was ready to go home when she was ready.

A few minutes later we said our goodbyes and shook hands or hugged everyone who'd came to the dinner. Javy, who had been quite cocky before was now more subdued than ever. He shook my hand, we embraced as we normally would. He then whispered into my ear "if you change your mind, you can come back. Somos familia. Es diferente (we are family, and it's different for family.) I told him thanks, and as we broke our embrace, Mom and I walked out of the house complete with an armload of leftovers. The cold night air woke me up, as did the fifteen minute ride home. Mom didn't say much for the first five minutes, but then spoke.

"So why didn't you want to spend the night with Javy, mi amor? Did something happen I need to know about? You guys were always so close until now."

"It's complicated, Mom. I'm not sure how to talk about it with you. But when I figure it out, I'll let you know, is that okay?"

"Claro que si, mi amor (Yes it is, my love). I will try not to pry. But just remember I am open minded and will be there for you if you want to talk about it later."

"Gracias, Mama. I responded.

And indeed the entire circle of fun, for lack of better words, involving me, Parker, Javy, Isaac, Dylan, and now Noah had gotten crazy and seemingly out of control. It's like a freaking soap opera, almost. But at the core of it all is my relationship with Parker. We're the only ones that are boyfriends and it seems like the other four just want to be involved with us for sex. I guess one thing I'm quickly learning is that guys like it almost any way they can get it and don't care whose feelings get hurt. What is that saying, we want to have our cake and eat it too?

Shortly after we got home, I showered and was so tired that I talked to Mom for a little bit and then decided to go to bed. We kissed goodnight, and soon I was asleep. I woke up around eight o'clock Friday morning feeling refreshed, but still lazy and decided to go back to sleep. When I woke up the second time around eleven, I did hear mom making breakfast. I tried to ignore my morning wood that refused to subside, so I walked out to the kitchen with the head of my cock nearly poking out of the waistband of my CK briefs.

After a delicious breakfast consisting of chorizo eggs, Mexican bread and orange juice, Mom and I talked for a while before she got dressed and went Black Friday shopping with my Tia Rosa. Once again she asked me about why I didn't want to stay overnight with Javy. I just told her I was really tired and just wanted to get caught up on my sleep. She didn't buy my story, but let it go for the moment. I'm sure I'll be asked in more details later tonight. Mom was gone until around four when Tia Rosa dropped her off. She had an armload of bags from several different stores. I was curious to know what was for dinner, but before I could ask her she told me that she had a date who was picking her up in an hour, so she had to get ready. I asked her who the lucky guy was, and she just basically blew me off and told me that she'd tell me later. Apparently she was going to meet him at an Italian restaurant in town.

For once on a Saturday night I had no plans. Parker wouldn't be back until tomorrow; I didn't want anything to do with Javy. Dylan? I didn't really know what was going on with him, as I'd not heard from him in a while. Same with Emma. So my plans were to stay at home, stay warm, and stay lazy.

After Mom left at five, it was quiet in the house. I took a nice long shower where of course I jacked off thinking about the time when Parker tied me up and fucked me for the first time. All it took was for my right index finger to reach down and touch my hole as my left hand stroked my stiff, leaking cock. As I rubbed the pucker to my hole and teased the opening, I scooped up some of the leaking precum and rubbed it on the hole, allowing me to easily stick two fingers inside, which was all it took to shoot my load on the wall inside the shower.

Finally after about a twenty minute shower, I dried myself off, got dressed in a tee shirt and my blue Nike sweats. No underwear, just free balling it. I laid on my back on my bed and looked at my phone, more specifically at the pictures of me and Parker. There were quite a few, but the one I like the most was the one we took outside the little ice cream store in the town where the bike path ended. Then of course the one where we were kissing, and the one where we both had our shirts off together. It was way too easy to see the bulges in our basketball shorts. Then there was the one on top of the Tower of the Americas in San Antonio. Yeah, he had me pretty bad, pretty bad in love with him.

I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss him. I missed everything about him. His smile, his voice, his touch, his laugh, well and of course his dick, the way it tasted in my mouth, the way it felt in me, on me. The way I felt in him. Dang it, now I'm hard again. The more I thought of him and me doing anything sexual, the harder and the hornier I got. So of course my hand slipped inside my sweats. I closed my eyes and let my imagination take over.

So the weird thing is that I must have fallen asleep. Yeah, that is strange especially thinking that I was definitely hard and dripping again as I slowly stroked my dick thinking about me and Parker. But instead of like it was in the shower where my mind replayed an actual time where he first fucked me, this time it was more like a dream.

It started where me and him were on my bed, like we've been before. We were kissing each other, fully clothed, but not for long. First our shirts came off, then we took turns kissing and licking each other's neck, chest, nipples, abs, lips, ears, neck again, and then Parker unbuckled my belt, unzipped my jeans, slipped them off to reveal the very big bulge in my briefs. This time I was wearing some Mario briefs of all things, and Parker was now kissing the head of my cock through the fabric of the briefs. It was my turn now, and I did the same to him, Only he was wearing Sponge Bob briefs, his bulge more pronounced than mine. After a few minutes, we found ourselves going down on each other's cocks. He felt so good in my mouth, and his expert tongue was going crazy on my cock.

Then it got a little weird. The door to my room opened and both Dylan and Javy walked into the room. We stopped blowing each other, and instead watched as both of them took their clothes off, exposing their big dicks which were now very hard.

"Look Dylan, the novios (boyfriends) are sucking each other. I think they need us to give them what they can't give each other." Javy said in a sarcastic tone of voice. "You take my primo, I'll gladly take his novio."

The next thing I knew they separated us, pulled us to them, just like they'd done at Dylan's party. I was one side of the bed on my stomach with my legs over the edge of the bed, my butt in the air. Parker was in the same position opposite of me; we embraced and began kissing as Dylan began licking my butt causing me to moan and kiss Parker even harder. Javy was doing the same to Parker and our moans became louder. Moments later in unison, they entered us at the same time. We embraced each other harder, the looks on our faces were one of sheer delight mixed with a slight grimace as their size took a moment for us to accommodate. But moments later, they hit their rhythm, and it felt so good to have them inside of us, hitting the right spot. Parker and I continued kissing, and then Dylan rolled me on my back while Javy continued to take Parker while he laid on his stomach, making it easier for Parker to continue kissing me.

The next thing I knew Parker was hovering over me. He took me in his mouth, so I did the same while Dylan and Javy continued to take us. The feeling was phenomenal, and it only took a minute or so before I felt Parker climax in my mouth, causing a chain reaction of Javy exploding inside Parker, Dylan shooting inside me, and my own dick exploding into what I thought was Parker's mouth.

I opened my eyes as my right hand finished milking the last drop of my massive load out of my throbbing cock. It was then that I realized that I'd came inside my sweatpants. My right hand was covered in my slippery juice and the drops of my seed were now dripping from the soft fabric of the sweats onto my groin and sparse crop of pubes. Slowly I reached for a tissue and began wiping up the mess, using three or four tissues before most of it was removed.

Spent and feeling totally relaxed, I just laid on my bed thinking about how much I missed my novio and just how much I loved him. Despite just having a very sexual dream/fantasy about him, my cousin, and my biker boy, there was a sense of calmness and satisfaction that consumed me. I drifted off into a deep, dreamless sleep content knowing that at least for this weekend I'd remained true and committed to being just with him.

Next: Chapter 25


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