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Carter and the biker boy
Chapter 27
It was hard to believe that Christmas was less than three weeks away. When we returned to school following the funeral for Big T's uncle, it actually felt good knowing we had the normal routine of classes to get our minds off the difficult weekend the three of us experienced. T did come back to school but was still in a zombie-like condition. We made sure that we talked to him every chance we got, and also made sure that we sat with him during lunch. This was nothing new for us, the three of us pretty much always hung around together anyway. By Wednesday he was starting to come around a little bit, and Parker told a really funny joke that T actually smiled and laughed when he heard the punchline. We did invite him over to Parker's house on the upcoming Saturday, as we were going to hang out in the basement and play video games. We weren't sure how he'd feel about the wrestling mat though, as he weighs more than me and Parker put together. Plus the idea of wrestling Big T just didn't seem to be a cool idea.
The school week was nearly over. Friday got here quick, and just as quickly as it arrived, the school day was over. Big T and I were walking together to leave the building where Mom would be waiting for us in the parking lot. Parker had to stay for wrestling practice. His first meet was tomorrow, and more about that a little bit later. We were almost out of the building when we rounded a corner and almost ran into Dylan and Wyatt.
"Whoa, hey that was close, guys. You ought to watch where you're walking!" Dylan stammered, just as surprised as we were. "We could have knocked you guys down and someone could have gotten hurt! But hey, it's cool. I was going to text you anyway."
"Oh, hey Dylan, sorry about that. T and I were just talking and not paying attention I guess. What's up?" I replied, trying to act cool in front of T.
"My eighteenth birthday party is what's up! Saturday, the 18th, my house at four pm. You and Parker are invited, and Tony, you're invited too. You guys can spend the night too if you want. By the way, I am so sorry to hear about your uncle." Dylan hesitated as he extended the invite to T and winked at me when he said that we could spend the night too. It was like he didn't want to, but then because of what'd happened to T's uncle, he felt almost obligated, I guess? Either way we both said thanks and continued to walk to the door. Surprisingly, T spoke.
"So you've been to Dylan's house before? A senior?" T seemed surprised, but I thought I'd mentioned Dylan to him before. Apparently not. So as we waited outside for my mom to drive up, I told T the condensed version about how I met Dylan, leaving out a LOT of details, of course.
"Wow, sounds like he has a super nice house. And that's cool that you helped him. I guess that's neat that you guys are friends. I don't know if Aunt Tina will let me go, but if it's with you, maybe."
I just nodded my head and smiled and tried to pay attention to T talk about his uncle's gun collection and how his aunt was going to let him have it. When T would start rambling on about something that didn't interest me like guns, I would just not my head, smile and every once in a while say something like "oh that's cool." I thought he'd gotten off the subject of Dylan when suddenly he snapped back to the conversation about Dylan and asked about Wyatt.
"So who's the dude that was with Dylan?" I thought quickly before responding so as to not give any more information than was deemed necessary.
"So that's actually Dylan's tutor, Wyatt. I know it's hard to believe, but Dylan is a great athlete, right? And he's been on the verge of failing some classes which you know makes you ineligible to play sports. Since Dylan is trying to get a scholarship to play for a D1 school, Harlem got him a tutor. I guess he wants to play soccer or baseball for the University of Wisconsin in Madison. Wyatt is like super smart and has been tutoring Dylan here and at Dylan's house for a few months now. From what I heard Wyatt is in the top five of the seniors." I somewhat expected a different response from T, and was ready to see if he noticed anything, um, well, gay about Wyatt. His response sent waves of fear through me and I almost fainted. Almost is the operative word here.
"So I hear that you're a lot like this Wyatt guy." T blurted out, as if accusing me of something bad, something um, unnatural, perhaps. My knees got weak. I thought for a moment, silently praying that he was going to ask me if I was gay like Wyatt. But then something told me to not dare mention those three letters that used to mean something totally different in a different time. Instead I threw his own words back at him, sort of anyway.
"So what have you heard, that, um, compares me to um, Wyatt?" I cringed as I said the words as we walked out of the building heading to the car where Mom was waiting.
"Dude, I've heard that you're pretty darn smart too, like probably in the top of the freshman class. Man, you know it's true, right?"
I burst out laughing with relief. In fact I was almost laughing hysterically that Tony finally asked me what was so funny. "Sorry T, it's just that, um, yeah, I think I get good grades, but THAT good? Who'd you hear that from?"
"Oh, you know, I've heard. And I think it's cool. In fact, man I'm like not doing so good grade wise and was going to ask you if you could, like maybe help me?"
We were almost to Mom's car, and I was so relieved that Tony didn't confront me about asking me if I was gay that I couldn't stop smiling. I told him I'd think about it but told him to tell me which classes he was failing, and we could go from there.
Mom was happy to see us, and soon we had dropped T off at his apartment and were home. She didn't have to work this weekend, so she promised to do some Christmas shopping with me later on tonight and was planning to go to Madison and one of the outlet malls in Wisconsin tomorrow. I asked if I could stay and go to Parker's wrestling match at school, but she said that we were going with Javy's mom and that Javy might tag along. She noticed that I made a disgusted face, but then told me that she needed me to give her some ideas for Christmas gifts. Reluctantly, I told her I would go.
Parker didn't text me until around eight and told me that he had a bunch of homework and was physically exhausted from wrestling practice. I wanted to tell him what T talked to me about but wanted to do it in person and not through a text. He invited me over for Saturday night, but since Mom was home this weekend, he knew that we'd not be able to hang out unless he came over to our house.
Thankfully, Tia Rosa, Tio Javier, Javy and his brothers had to go to Chicago to see Tia Rosa's cousin for a birthday party or something like that. I lucked out, no doubt. Actually I just responded to Javy's text with a simple "LOL" when he called me a "cabron" (bastard -- asshole) for going to Wisconsin without asking if he could come with us instead of going with his parents. Yeah, like I wanted to spend the afternoon with just him and my mom. Um, yeah, I don't think so. Suffer a little bit, CABRON.
The shopping trip was fun. We hit the outlet mall in Johnson Creek, which is about forty five miles east of Madison, then did go to Madison's West Towne mall. We even took a drive further to the Wisconsin Dells outlet Mall, then had dinner at a small Mexican restaurant just off the main strip in the downtown area of the Dells. We got home close to midnight, which was cool. It was fun to just be with my Mom, something we'd not gotten a chance to do in some time. We did get a great chance to talk a lot. The topics were varied and started off while we were waiting for dinner.
From the time we sat down until the time we finished our dinner I couldn't stop looking at the cute Mexican guy that was clearing the tables off after people left. He also took our order, in Spanish of course. He must have been nineteen or twenty and was so darn cute that I could hardly tell him in Spanish what I wanted to eat. With skin about as dark as Javy's, a killer smile with perfect white teeth, jet black straight hair that flowed down to his black ink eye brows and was parted off to the side, he about made me melt just with his looks. He was wearing a sleeveless soccer jersey from his college, I guessed. His pair of black adidas running pants and white Nike's gave me a perfect reason to cover myself for fear of him seeing what he'd done to me. After he delivered his food he told us that he had to leave now but reassured us that his mama would take care of us. He even winked at me as he walked away, which almost made me believe that he saw what I was trying to cover up in my Levi's.
After we left the restaurant with full bellies we decided to start the drive home. The first few miles we drove in silence, then Mom spoke.
"He's cute, no?" It was a good thing it was dark in the car because my face turned red. "It's okay Angel, you can tell me when you see cute boy. I am proud of you, and you are my son. You know I want you to be happy and open with me."
"I know mama. It's just a little weird to be talking to my mom about boys that I find cute. Know what I mean?" I couldn't believe that I spoke those words to my mom.
"Si, mi amor, you know that it's okay. We have to be open with each other. I don't want you to feel like you have to hide who you are, okay?"
I told her that I would not hide anything, well almost anything from her. We then spent the rest of the ride home talking about my relationship with Parker, his parents, how T was doing, how school was going, and how I liked my teachers. But before she dropped the subject about dating guys, she acted like she wanted to tell me something else but changed the subject back to Parker and me. The topic made me feel a bit uncomfortable, but I tried to be not too embarrassed.
"Amor, look, I see a lot of things at the hospital. I can't be specific, but in generalities I see things. So this may be embarrassing, but you and Parker are, you know... active, verdad, you know, having...sex, right?" I about melted into the seat and turned to look out the window at the snow covered landscape along the interstate, the translucent looking fields dotted with mercury lights from an occasional group of farm buildings. I had to answer her.
"Si, mama."
"It's okay, mi amor, don't be ashamed. I just want you to be sure that you don't get hurt physically or get your feelings hurt. I know you and Parker really care about each other. I see it in your eyes and how you two act when you're together. You love him, don't you?"
"Si, mama."
"Then just be with him if he treats you well. I know too much about gay sex and know that it's too easy to get hurt, and too easy to get sick from being with more than one partner at a time." Crap, I thought to myself. She knows about what happened with Dylan, Javy, and Isaac. "And just like in heterosexual relationships, girls and boys can both get abused physically. I can't bear to think about you being abused by someone older. I am sorry to bring this heavy stuff up to you, but I saw the way you looked at that older boy at the restaurant, and I think he's got to be almost twenty. You know he is too old for you and can get into trouble, right? Also there are a lot of bad men out there just looking for boys like you. It would hurt me so much to have you brought into the ER in the shape of some of the boys that have been brought in, abused and raped. It is horrible. Por favor mi amor, Cuidate mucho. Eres me luz, mi hijo, No puedo imaginarte siendo lastimado por una mala persona. Si alguien trata de lastimarte, asegúrate de hacérmelo saber a mí o a alguien más."
Those words have echoed in my brain from that moment she spoke them to me to several days afterward: "Please my love, take care of yourself. You are my light, my son. I cannot imagine you being hurt by a bad person. If anyone tries to hurt you, be sure to let me or someone else know."
I'm not sure why she talked to me at that point in time, on that particular trip home from the Dells, from a great day of shopping and dining to where my one hundred and fiftieth fantasy involving a cute guy like our waiter Emiliano gave me an intense wet dream that night, but I couldn't stop thinking about what happened the last time I was at Dylan's house.
It kept gnawing at me, like a scab on my arm from when I fell off my bike when I was younger. I just couldn't get it out of my mind. I so wanted to tell her, but I just couldn't bring my mouth to say the words my brain and better judgement was begging me to say. Finally later on Sunday afternoon when I was putting the clean dishes away after they had dried on the rack where Mom put them after washing each one, I came to the conclusion that I would not say anything to anyone about what happened with Dylan, Javy, and Isaac when they took advantage of me. After all, it probably was my fault by agreeing to go back to his house anyway. It's like I didn't learn from Parker and me being with Nathan and Luis in San Antonio. We had put it behind us, and that's where it needed to stay. End of story. Right? Right.
The weekend ended and soon enough Monday rolled around and before I knew it. it was Wednesday. We were trying to stay awake in English class. I really loved English, but for some reason today I couldn't concentrate. We were supposed to be silently reading "To Kill a Mockingbird", but I kept struggling to stay awake. Finally, the bell rang, and I was on my way to Mr. Olsen's class. I caught up with Parker and as we walked down the hallway towards our lockers, Wyatt walked past. He didn't look too good, like he was sick or something. He had a stoic look on his face, as if he was staring off into space. I said hi to him. But he just nodded his head at me and kept walking. I didn't think too much about it, plus since we had a test in Social Studies, I was more concerned about trying to remember everything on that could be on the test.
My worries were all for not. The test was a breeze and soon we were halfway through gym, which went by just as fast. Before I knew it, Tony and I were on the way to Mom's car. Despite it only being a week since his uncle was buried, T seemed to be okay. He was complaining about a test he was going to have in English and boldly asked if he could come over so I could help him study for the test. I didn't have a lot of homework, so I asked Mom and of course she said yes. She even invited him to have dinner with us. After dinner I helped him with his English and some of his math homework. Soon it was almost eight o'clock and Mom had to get ready for work. Luckily we'd finished our homework and Mom agreed to drop T off at his house.
That began a week full of Tony spending the week nights doing homework, at least for the rest of the first week. He was so amazed at how well he did on his test and even on his math homework that Aunt Tina baked me (and him) an apple pie for us to eat when Friday night came around. We ate the pie after Mom had made us chicken enchiladas. With our bellies full (T's belly had room for TWO pieces of pie AND ice cream), we headed back into my room to do homework. I had more than usual, but this time T worked on his science and math homework on his own and I just checked it when I was done with mine. He did great. As much as I missed being with Parker during the week, T and I were becoming really good friends, and I could see a change in his attitude and actually he seemed to be happy for a change. I felt great about it, and even Aunt Tina commented to me how happy T seemed to be doing his homework with me. Life was good, I was settling into a good routine, and best of all, Christmas break was less than two weeks away.
With Parker busy with wrestling practice and me busy with homework and tutoring T, we could only see each other in school, mainly during lunch and before Social Studies. It was getting difficult, as it had been almost more than two weeks since we'd last been together -- the day of T's uncle's funeral. It had been so long that I found myself taking longer than normal showers and had even woken up from a couple of dreams that were, well, you know.
The week before Dylan's birthday party unfolded the same way the prior week did. In fact I was so busy between homework, tutoring Tony and getting ready for Christmas by helping mom decorate the Christmas tree and the house that I didn't have time to do anything more than exchange texts with Parker. He was also so tired and busy from practice and homework that on most nights he was going to bed around eleven. But from what he'd told me, his meets were going well, and so far he'd yet to lose a match.
I still hadn't decided as to whether or not I would go to Dylan's party. Tony's aunt wouldn't let him go, as they had to travel to his aunt's sister's house somewhere near Peoria for the weekend. Parker's parents also had plans to take him with them to Chicago for some early Christmas dinner with his extended family. And of course, Mom had to work all weekend so she could have the Christmas weekend off.
So essentially that left me with none of my friends to hang out with that weekend. I wanted to go to Dylan's party, but I have to admit that I was afraid of what happened to me before. When Mom asked me what I was going to do over the weekend, you know, have T over or go to Parker's house, I explained to her that they were both going to be out of town and that I was invited to Dylan's birthday party. She obviously had no clue about what had previously happened.
"Oh it's Dylan's birthday! How has he been? I haven't heard you talk about him lately. If you want to go that's fine with me. Is it a sleepover? If so I can pick you up in the morning. Is Javy going? Tia Rosa could pick you up too." She asked in an enthusiastic tone of voice.
"He's been okay from what I've heard. We've all been so busy with school that I haven't had the chance to talk much with him. Yeah, he said I can stay over, and that's a good question. I'm not sure if Javy is going or not."
"Well why don't you text him and see if he's going. I can drop you two off at the party and Tia Rosa can pick you boys up in the morning, that is if Javy is staying?"
So I don't know why but I did text Javy.
< Are you going to Dylan's birthday party?
No response for almost an hour. Then finally,
< Si, tu?
< Thinking about it.
< Dylan says come.
That told me they were probably together. But then it made sense since it was after school, and they were probably working out at the school weight room or something where jocks hang out. Sure enough a few minutes later he sent me a selfie with him and Dylan with their shirts off in the weight room. Both had their air pods in, were flexing their muscles and instantly gave me a damn hard on.
< Like what you see?
I didn't answer right away and then Dylan texted me.
< Carter-man! You coming to my party? (begging emoji) Noah, Chase, Wyatt, and the guys from the summer party will be there. They all want to see you. (tongue out emoji) Please?
< Yeah cuz, you gotta come. Mom can take us home in them morning.
Now I was almost trapped, and instantly regretted sending that text. And my dick was straining to get out of my CK briefs, and the wet spot from my precum was growing. Damn. Luckily Mom had gone into the bathroom to get ready for work. I still wasn't sure about going, but their shirtless selfie got me feeling pretty horny. I was almost ready to tell them yes, I'd be there, but suddenly I got a text from Parker.
< Hey babe, how are you? Man I miss you so much. But practice is kicking my butt. Not enough time to do anything other than school, practice, homework, eat and sleep. I miss u! (Sad emoji)
I had to text him back. The thought of him missing me, our times spent together, the idea of Dylan's party had me so horned up I almost needed to take care of business now...
< Hi sexy man, I miss you soooooo much!!! Can we see each other before u go to your family thing in Chicago on Saturday? Please?
< Sigh... I have a match first thing Saturday morning at East. Then I have to run home and shower. Can u come to my match? I'll be done before noon.
< Can you bring me and take me home?
< I'll ask when I get home.
< Great! Love to spend a few mins with you at least!
I expected a quick response but then several minutes went by before he responded. In fact it was almost a half hour or forty five minutes. And when he did, he sounded upset.
< So you're going to Dylan's party with Javy?????
Oh no. Why did he ask that?
< I don't know, why?
< Because your cousin and Dylan just confronted me in the locker room. I wanted to punch him. They both called you my boyfriend and several of the guys on the wrestling team heard him. Said "So your boyfriend's coming back for more at my party. Guess you're not enough for him."
< WHATTT?
Now I was mad and scared for the fact that Dylan and Javy almost outed Parker in front of the members on his team.
< Yeah. I can't stand either one of those guys. You're right about your cousin. He's a dick and Dylan's not far behind. I'm so pissed!
< I am so sorry babe! So what did you say?
< Nothing. I was so pissed. Jace, my teammate asked me what that was all about, and I just told him they were two very jealous faggots who only wish they could have me. He laughed it off and dropped it.
< Oh thank god. I'm sorry babe. You know you come first to me. I never told them I was going.
< K. Gotta go home now. Talk later?
< Yes. Love you.
< Yeah, Love you too.
Great. So now Dylan and Javy nearly outed Parker in the locker room at school. If they outed him, that'd mean that I'd be outed too. As much as I know I'm gay and really can't imagine being straight, out of respect for Parker, I'm not willing to come out just yet. I know that Parker doesn't want to come out either.
I didn't have much time to think because Mom left for work and as soon as I'd said good night to her and sat down to start my homework, the doorbell rang, and it was T. He came over to do some studying for a math test and also had English homework he wanted to go over with me. We got started right away and both were feeling pretty good about his progress. We were just about done and were going to watch some tv when I got a text from someone I didn't expect to hear from.
< Hi Carter, this is Wyatt. I got your number from Chase.
I didn't answer back right away, as there were only a few minutes left in the show we were watching, and then T would be going back home. When he'd left, I answered Wyatt's text.
< Hi Wyatt, NP I trust Chase. How are you?
< Thanks, Carter. I'm doing okay, then not so good.
I was perplexed by his text. I had little to no idea why he would tell me this. A super smart senior telling me that he's not doing well? So I just led into it with another question.
< How can I help you?
Silence for maybe fifteen minutes. Then this long text:
< So I know you're a friend of Dylan's. He talks about you a lot. Well I have a bit of a problem with him. You know I've been tutoring him. Well he found out that I'm gay and it's been interesting, to say the least. First we started out, you know, like you saw us at his Halloween party. And I thought hey wow this is cool. Never thought he would be into guys like me. But then I realized that he's either totally gay or at least bi. I thought that at one point I would consider myself to be the one that is on the bottom, but I'd never done anything sexually with another guy, so I didn't know for sure. I just wanted it to be something special, but it ended up being horrible. I'm pretty sure that Dylan raped me.
I about turned white as a ghost. First off, Wyatt more than likely knew what happened to me that night of the Halloween party. Secondly, he knew that I was into guys. I'm sure that he figured that out from the night of the party too. But what had me confused was why he contacted me. I had to answer back but was at a loss for words. So I said the first thing that came to my mind.
< I did know that you were tutoring Dylan. Um, I know I shouldn't make assumptions, but I did figure you were like me, you know, into guys. I didn't want to "out" you because that's none of my business. I figured you and Dylan were...involved, but I didn't know how much or what, so once again, it's like none of my business. Oh man, Can you tell me what happened?
More silence again, but after about five minutes he replied.
<Yes, but can I either call you or come over?
I looked at the red numbers on my digital alarm clock. Almost eight pm. A school night. My first response was to say no. But then I thought about what Mom said to me on the way back from the Dells on Saturday night. I took a deep breath before responding back to Wyatt's text. I felt a nervous chill run through my body that oddly enough made me hard.
< Yes. You can come over if you want. Here's my address: xxx River Drive, Loves Park. It's on the corner.
< Thanks Carter. I know where your house is. Dylan's pointed it out to me before. See you in about ten minutes.
Now I was getting nervous. I was going to let someone new in the house without Mom knowing. I mean I know Wyatt, but not very well. Please God, watch over me...
It was almost twenty after eight when I saw what looked like an older Honda pull up in front of the house. At first I was concerned that maybe the neighbor across the street would see Wyatt's car drive up, but after carefully watching for any movement of their living room curtains, I was relieved to know that they didn't look, or so I thought.
Before he could ring the doorbell, I quickly opened the front door and screen door and saw that it was indeed Wyatt at the door. He must have been nervous too because before he approached the door he exhaled deeply as his breath hung in the air before quickly dissipating into the cold December air. He came in the house and tried to shake off the cold, but it was easy to see that he was shaking from nerves more than the cold.
"Come in, bro." I said to him, trying to be cool for some reason, when I'd never really called anyone bro before. "Damn, it's cold out tonight. Snow is on the way, huh?" I tried to calm the obvious nervousness that was coursing through Wyatt's body.
"Yeah, I guess." Was all he responded with.
"You um, wanna like sit out here or um, go into my room?" I offered.
"Out here is good. Is your mom home or is she at work tonight?"
"She's at work and will not be home until six in the morning. So what can I help you with?" A dumb question, but I didn't know what to say. Sitting next to me now on the sofa, Wyatt had carefully taken off his black and gray Columbia ski jacket, revealing a thin gray sweater with a V-neck that appeared to be a size too big that tried to hide his lanky, waifish frame. In the process of removing his jacket, the sweater lifted up just enough to reveal a thin line of dark hair that started as his belly button and disappeared into his black jeans that looked like they were clinging to his hips for dear life, for fear of falling off his hips at any moment. I could barely make out the tops of some white lettering that were on the black band of his underwear. And I thought I was skinny? I had never really been this close to him before, so I didn't really he was seemingly so tall. Since Wyatt was close probably six foot or more, he appeared to tower over me, but his lean body made him appear like a good strong breeze would knock him over.
His long thin fingers pulled down the sweater, ending the view that had now piqued my interest. Those fingers looked red near the ends by the nails. Not bright red but had a tinge of red that indicated his fingers were cold or he was just nervous. As he sat down on the couch next to me, his right index finger immediately went to his mouth as if habit to bite a nail that had long since been nibbled off.
He took a deep breath, and then began to speak.
"I don't know how to say this. And I'm not sure why I am here telling you, because we really don't know each other that well, right?"
I nodded my head but urged him to go on.
"I just don't know who to talk to that would, um, understand what's happened to me. I wasn't going to do anything, and thought I'd best keep it to myself, because, you know, I more or less brought it on myself, I'm sure." He took a moment to collect himself, as if he was going to break down at any second. I urged him to continue by reassuring him in a calm voice that it's okay to tell me everything. Why did I just say that to him?
"Okay. Wait, no, I, um, hey, do you have a glass of water, please?"
I replied that sure, I'd get him some water. Now I was completely nervous too, not really knowing what he was going to say -- wait, it was about Dylan, raping him or something -- Oh my god. Just what mama had mentioned. Keep it together, Carter. I told myself.
I returned with the water and the box of tissues from my room. I set them down between us and handed Wyatt the water bottle.
"Are you okay?" I asked again. He nodded that he was. So I sat on the couch next to him as my eyes were locked in a blank stare at the worn spot in the carpeting again.
"Okay. So you know that I was asked to provide tutoring services to Dylan, right?" Wyatt now spoke with a little more confidence than before. "I agreed to do so for a couple of reasons. First, it will look great on my resume when the time comes for me to get a job over the summer or once I go on to college. Second, I thought that Dylan was incredibly cute and sexy and a huge jock guy that wouldn't think twice about not talking to me if he saw me in the hallways of school or in class. Third, his parents agreed to pay me for when I tutored him outside of school, and finally, I have to admit it that I'd had a huge crush on him since freshman year."
"Okay, those are all good reasons, trust me I know about the second and last reasons. Go on" Dang, I was starting to sound like a psychiatrist or something like that. I was surprising myself actually.
"Well at first it was all going well. I mean he listened to me as I helped him with almost all of his subjects, specifically in Trig. Thankfully, I'm really good in math. In fact I love math. But I'm also good in English too. Anyway, that's besides the point. So of course in study hall at school we go to the library, and I help him for the class period. After school, it's usually at his house. His mom and sister are really nice. Super nice in fact. They never questioned me being who I am or anything like that. They just knew that I was helping Dylan with his grades, which started to go up. I felt great, Dylan felt great, and it was all going so very well. They paid me really well too, twenty-five-dollars an hour. It is easy money."
I nodded my head in agreement, and actually saw Wyatt smile for a moment as he took a drink of the water bottle I'd given him.
"This was around a week or so before Halloween. Of course he invited me to his party. That's where I met you, Parker and the other guys and girls that came to the party. He kept telling me to have some punch, which I finally gave in and drank some. I didn't realize it was spiked, but it was so good. I don't drink alcohol. But I couldn't stop drinking the punch. Before I knew it, I woke up in Dylan's bed. Dylan was sound asleep next to me. I don't think anything happened between us, even though he could have had his way with me then. I just don't remember any of it."
Tears started to form in the corner of his eyes, and he pulled down his round-rimmed brown framed glasses to wipe his eyes.
I handed him a tissue and I could tell he was feeling really upset about the night. "So you're saying nothing happened between you two that night?" I had to ask.
"I don't believe so. But I heard the three of them -- your cousin, Dylan and Isaac talking about what they did to you and Parker -- which scared me. I didn't ask anything about it, I just slowly got up out of bed, used the bathroom and went home. You and Parker had already left. Of course Dylan texted me and asked me why I left. I just told him I had things to do."
He continued. "Honestly, Carter, when I first found out that I liked guys, and then admitted to myself that I was gay and didn't ever want to be with a girl, I vowed that I was going to remain a virgin until I met the right guy. I know that's hard to understand, but I guess I wanted my first time to be with someone I really loved and cared about. I know that is an outdated mentality. I get it. But it's my body and I should be able to be in control of who I am with, right?"
I agreed, although it made me really think about my own situation and how Javy took that right away from me, like I had ever made the same choice Wyatt had. I admitted to myself at that moment as I stared back at the hole in the carpet that I had to admire Wyatt for his desire to stay a virgin until the right person came along. It also made me think about what Parker had said to me that one time we were fighting about all of the guys I'd been with. I was locked in a stare now, and tears of my own were going to start. But I hear Wyatt take a deep breath or two before continuing, like whatever it was he had to say next was going to be very difficult to say.
"Going into November nothing was mentioned about the night of his party. Dylan was almost too cool with me, like he knew he'd mentally exposed a part of himself that he may have not wanted me to see right away, for whatever reason. He never apologized for that night, or anything at all. Things were seemingly back to normal. But then came Thanksgiving weekend. His parents were going out of town, and he had the house to himself. His sister had gone with his parents, so he asked if he could invite me over. I thought for sure you and him were going to get together, but instead he asked me."
I was surprised to think that but remembered that I wouldn't have gone anyway.
"So like a dummy, I agreed. He needed help on a term paper for English and wanted to study for a Trig test. So we worked together on homework for a while, getting most of the paper done. We then went out for a pizza at that place here not far from your house. It was a great dinner. I felt great knowing that I'd helped him and that he was getting good grades. In fact, he told me that this was another way of him thanking me for all the work I'd done helping him get good grades. We laughed; we had a great time. But then when we got back to his house, we watched tv, played some video games even though I'm not really that much into games. He then challenged me to a game of chess. Winner got to choose something for the loser to do, and like a dummy I agreed. Of course, I lost. He is a great chess player."
"What was the bet?" I asked carefully.
"Loser sucks off the winner and swallows." Wyatt now hung his head. "I thought for sure I could beat him. But I didn't."
"So did you.." Wyatt nodded his head before I could complete the sentence.
"He is very big. I regretted it as soon as he followed through with the bet. I know that having one like that is every gay guy's dream, right? But for some reason, it was not what I thought it would be. I mean, yes, I dreamt about it, you know, um, those dreams and yes, part of it was... awesome. But when he held my head down and forced it down my throat...."
Tears formed again. His voice wavered.
"I asked him to stop, but he said, and I quote `a bet is a bet, so pay up bitch. Take my meat and my load, I'm almost there.' When he finally came I nearly choked on it all, and he still held my head down until I swallowed it all." He then broke down and started crying. As in instinct, my hand began to rub his neck muscles, and I moved closer to him, wrapping my arm around him. After a few minutes, he regained his composure.
"So that is all that he did? Force you to have oral sex?"
"No. There is more."
Oh no, I thought to myself.
"The worst part of that weekend was that he never once offered to, you know, do anything to me. I was okay with that. I didn't hear from him the rest of the weekend, but on Monday in the library it was just like nothing happened. So I let it go. Tuesday night I went to his house, reluctantly. My mom knew something was wrong with me, but she didn't press the issue. I just told her I was tired."
"Are you out to your parents?" I asked, with hesitation.
"No, just to my sister who is older than me and not living at home anymore. Mom and Dad are older parents. I'm not sure how they would take it. My dad was fifty when I was born. We don't really have much in common. I love him, but Mom and I are a lot closer. Anyway, that Tuesday night when I went over for his tutoring session at his house, he kept asking me what was wrong. Finally I told him and then he apologized. He said it wouldn't happen again. I agreed to continue the tutoring session, and everything was fine until we got together last Friday night."
"Uh oh, are you okay to continue?"
"Carter, I have to get this out. Please bear with me, okay?" I nodded that I would. He was on the verge of tears again but began. "Once again, parents were out. Just me and him in the house. We finished his homework and I got up to use the bathroom. I was wearing -- oh my god -- these jeans. When I sat back down he told me that I had a nice ass. I didn't know what to say, other than `thanks'. Then he asked me if we could wrestle. I told him I didn't want to, since he's like fifty pounds bigger and stronger than me. These arms don't have any muscle, sadly." He said as he showed me his left bicep. In comparison I held mine up and we both laughed as mine was still smaller than his arm.
"All of a sudden, he took of his sweatpants and sweatshirt and was just in his boxers now. He got up, picked me up and threw me down on his bed. I was completely caught off guard, you know. We wrestled around like a cat plays with his mouse. He almost let me out, then completely dominated me again, pinning me down on the bed. This went on for a few minutes and I really wanted to just leave now. But he pulled my glasses off, put them on his headboard and then basically ripped my clothes off, figuratively of course. But before I knew it all I had on was my white Tommy briefs and my socks. He had me pinned face down on his bed. I tried desperately to get away because I feared what was coming next. My fears were valid. He was on top of me now with me on my stomach, his arms were holding my head down against the bed as I could feel his hot sweaty body on my back. Wyatt then quoted the conversation verbatim between him and Dylan:
"Let me fuck you." He whispered. I told him no, that I didn't want to do that.
"Just once. I'll be gentle. You know you want me." I began to get nervous now, and continued to say no.
"Just ask Carter. He loves me being in him." The thought of him doing you about made me throw up.
"Don't make me hurt you." He said in a different, almost low, growling voice. I began to cry.
"Shut up faggot. You know you want me." I could feel his erection dripping through his boxers and pressing against my legs and I could feel his hot breath on my left ear.
Wyatt began to cry again and used a tissue to blow his nose. He continued as he stared straight ahead, determined to get out what transpired. My heart raced in fear of what Dylan did to Wyatt.
The conversation between them continued.
"Before I knew it, Dylan had pulled down my briefs. Then it got real. I began to cry and begged him to stop. He then became someone else, an animal almost.
"Shut up Dayne. You don't want mom to hear you." He then forced my briefs into my mouth so I couldn't yell or scream for help, or cry. Before I knew it I could feel him against my, you know. I could hear him spit on me, and as he pushed himself in, I felt like my insides were being ripped apart. Remember, I had not yet ever had anything in me there.
"Oh fuck yeah Dayne. Take my dick. You know you wanted me. It's my turn now, not yours." With that, he punished and tormented me. I felt like my butt was going to split in half...
Wyatt was now sobbing uncontrollably. I stood up on my own wobbly legs and held him. We both cried. I felt so bad for him. I just continued to hold him for almost fifteen minutes until finally he regained some composure to finish telling me what happened.
"When it was over, he got up quickly, grabbed his clothes and actually left the room. I was in so much pain that I couldn't move. It was all I could do to go lock myself in the bathroom where I got rid of everything, including what was left in my stomach. I felt miserable. Every part of me ached. I was betrayed by someone whom I'd developed a good rapport with. I begged him to stop. He became an animal. And then calling me Dayne? Why? I was so afraid and didn't know what to do. I cleaned myself up the best that I could, got dressed and drove home as quickly as I could."
We both cried again. The pain sounded all too familiar to me.
We silently held each other for what seemed like an hour but was probably more like fifteen minutes or so. As I searched for words that would maybe console Wyatt, I tried to say the only thing I felt could make him feel better.
"I am so sorry, Wyatt. This really breaks my heart to know that you went through this with Dylan. I never thought he was like this, or capable of doing this. But sadly it's true, and now I know one thing."
I paused, trying to come to the realization of what Dylan had done to me. The realization that I was blinded by stupid young love, too blind to see the real Dylan that mesmerized me into thinking that he was the greatest big brother figure that I'd longed for. Instead, he used me just like Javy used me, but only worse. By using me and telling me that Javy was wrong for what he did to me, then "punishing" Javy with Isaac and whoever else, it gave him free reign to use me as he saw fit. Damnit. I was so freaking blind.
Wyatt acknowledged that I was staring at the wall above his shoulder as we continued to hold each other. Softly he whispered, "go ahead Carter, when you're ready."
"Dylan used me in almost the same manner. Not at first. But then yeah, called me Dayne, and I couldn't figure out why. And then he got me drunk at the Halloween party while I was on medication for my ribs and then he... oh my god...." I lost it. I absolutely lost it.
Almost an hour passed. It was close to midnight. We held each other and found comfort in each other's fractured souls. Unbeknownst to us, the snow had started falling, the beginning of a winter snow storm neither of us was aware of had begun just shortly after Wyatt arrived. He had gone to use the bathroom and I looked outside to see that there must have been close to four or five inches of snow on the ground.
I checked my phone for the latest weather and sure enough, a blizzard warning had been issued for virtually all of Northern Illinois. Certainly school would be canceled tomorrow, so thankfully I would be able to sleep in. When Wyatt returned from the bathroom he agreed that spending the night would be best. He sent a text to his mom so she wouldn't worry about him. Then he went to his car where he had his backpack with a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt. He also moved his car off the street and into our driveway.
The storm distracted us for only a short moment, then the black cloud of pain created by Dylan returned.
"Where do we go from here?" Wyatt asked, yawning.
"I don't know. I really don't know. This is, all very, very new to me." I replied, shaking myself to stay awake. "Um, Oddly enough, my mom had a conversation with me about this very topic. Oh my god, it's like she had a premonition or something. That's scary. But should we talk to her?"
"Your mom is...a what?"
"An ER nurse at Swedes."
"She would know, right?"
"Yeah, she didn't tell me specifics, but says she sees guys like us come in all the time, victims of abuse." Once again the realization hit me, and I almost burst out crying again. But Wyatt held me again, and strangely, I felt safe. "But what if we do something and he denies it? His family has big time money, and then what if it ruins things for him? For him to get into school. What if he says it was our fault?"
"Carter, it's not our fault. He used you like he used me. I mean..." and now he started to tear up again. "When I put my saliva soaked briefs back on so I could drive myself home because he was not there to see me leave or to apologize for his actions, or ask me if I was okay, he knew what he'd done. I got home and found blood in my white briefs. Blood from what he'd done. I'm still not, you know, right. He took that from me. That part that I wanted to share with a guy I really cared about. Do you think you can talk to your mom?"
I was sobbing again. Wyatt was right. I hated to admit it. I really did. I really did like Dylan. I thought about the good times we had together this past summer. I thought about how his mom really liked me. Why did he do this to me and Wyatt? What was wrong with him? Was it really the trauma that was caused by his brother's death? Or was there more to it?
"If I talk to my mom about what Dylan did to you, then I'll have to come clean too. Oh man. Then what if she asks Parker if Dylan's done anything to him? You know that this whole thing could cause us to be outed at school, especially if Dylan gets arrested and all. Do we want to be outed? I know Parker would be so upset with me if he gets forced to come out."
"Yeah, I know you guys are a great couple. I can see it. I hate to think about that too." Wyatt now brought his hands to his face. "This is just horrible. I don't know what to do."
"Well, we can agree that something has to be done, right?" Wyatt nodded. "So let's get some sleep and maybe when my mom gets home we can talk to her. Let's pray she'll have the answers." It was now almost one am, and based on the radar, the worst part of the storm had yet to hit us. There had to be almost six inches on the ground now. I asked Wyatt if he was okay with sleeping on the sofa. He asked if I would be comfortable with him in my bed. I hesitated at first but realized that we were both fractured to the point where we needed to console each other by just being there spiritually and definitely not physically.
"Sure. Let's get some sleep." I said quietly, as the exhaustion of the night's revelations consumed my entire energy. Wyatt changed into his sweats. I wanted to look while he was changing, but knew better. I slipped on my sleeping pants and a tee shirt. He crawled in the left side of my bed, I crawled in the right side. It felt so odd having him there, but due to what we now had in common, he did not feel like a stranger.
"Thank you, Carter. You're a great friend." Wyatt mumbled as he almost immediately drifted off to sleep. I smiled as my heavy eyelids closed and I too drifted off to sleep.