Carter and the Biker Boy

By moc.loa@ctnitsua

Published on Dec 9, 2020

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Carter and the biker boy, Chapter Nine

I was so tired that I didn't hear anything until Dylan's mom knocked on the door to his room the next morning.

"Dylan, Carter. Wake up boys! It's a beautiful day and you boys cannot sleep the entire day away! Are you boys hungry?" Dylan answered in a jumbled sentence, still half asleep. His voice sounded so deep, and as he got up out of his bed to open the door to talk with his mom, I noticed his dick was creating a tent in his blue basketball shorts that he slept in. His tanned muscular body looked so sexy -- his tanned legs, which were scattered with dark hair from his knees to his big feet, were just as sexy. My immediate thought was to stay in bed and savor every inch of that boy, but it was his house, and I was his guest, so I'd have to let him make the first move.

"Okay, boys, I've left some fresh pancakes wrapped up in a towel on the counter in the kitchen. There's also some bacon and scrambled eggs there too. Dylan, you know you need to get your list of chores done before you do anything fun. Carter, I'm sure Dylan wouldn't mind you helping, would you honey?"

"Mom! That's not fair! I just wanted to hang out with Carter today."

"Dylan, I, I, um am willing to help you with whatever you need to do, it's okay!" I replied, somewhat afraid to speak up.

"You see, sweetheart, Carter is willing to help. I like this boy already! Just work on what little chores there are, and then you guys can play and do whatever you want for the rest of the day. Now eat breakfast, and then get started on your chores. Now Abbie and I are going to get our hair done, and after that we're heading to the mall. Good luck. If you need anything just call or text me. Now give me a hug and a kiss." Dylan reluctantly gave his mom a hug and a kiss, and then she left with Dylan's sister.

"Man, this sucks. I had hoped that we could go for a long bike ride, and, um, you know, find a cool spot to, you know..." Dylan was going to finish the sentence about what we would do when the door from the garage opened up and in walked Abbie, who'd forgotten something. Luckily, we were just sitting on the chairs in the kitchen about ready to eat. As quickly as she came in the kitchen to get something on the counter in an envelope, Abbie left again. Through the dining room window, we saw their black Mercedes SUV leave the driveway. "Let's eat quickly so we can get these chores done, and we can go for our ride!" Dylan was now fully awake, still shirtless but at least his dick had returned to its normal limp size, which was still quite impressive nestled in his boxer briefs and his basketball shorts.

We ate our breakfast mostly in silence as Dylan watched one of the sports channels that had all of the baseball scores from the previous night. Of course, he was interested to see how the Cubs did, and he was happy to find out they'd beaten the Cardinals 7-1.

"Do you like the Cubs?" he asked after taking the last bite of his syrup drenched pancake.

"Heck ya, they're my favorite baseball team, I just don't have any cool stuff like you do." I replied before taking a drink of orange juice.

"A lot of that stuff was my dad's, you know, players from the sixties that I never saw play."

"So it might be worth something then, right?" I asked.

"Yeah, I suppose. Dad seemed kinda reluctant to give it to me, but he has a bunch more in the rec area downstairs. He's got plenty. Hey, we're supposed to go to a game in September. I'll see if he has enough tickets, maybe you can go?"

"That'd be cool. I've never been to a game at Wrigley Park."

"It's Wrigley Field." Dylan said, correcting the name that I called the Cubs' stadium.

"Oh yeah, I forgot. Sorry." I replied.

"No worries, man. Let's get to doing these chores for my mom." Dylan said, trying to sound enthusiastic about doing things he really didn't want to do. First, he had to gather all of the garbage from the rooms. Abbie had left her garbage can in the hallway, so hers was easy to dump. Dylan said he would do his parent's room and bathrooms, I did Abbie's, the main bathroom, Dylan's room, and then there was a door across from Dylan's room that I thought I'd see what was in there, certainly there must be a garbage can in there. As I opened the door, it creaked loudly as if it had not been opened in a long time. When I walked in, there was a short hallway, about six feet. The room smelled like it hadn't had anyone in it for a long time. First, I guessed that it was a guest bedroom, but then I noticed some toys that were put away neatly along the opposite wall. There was a single bed with a dark blue comforter on it, as well as a couple of stuffed animals. I was quite perplexed and was going to check it out further when I heard footsteps coming down the hall.

"Carter! Wait....w-what are y-you doin- no-no-no-no-no, we, um can't be in here. Don't touch anything, we have to get out now." Quickly he pushed me back out of the room and very carefully shut the door. I wanted to ask him what the room was all about, but he didn't give me a chance. "We have everything, so let's take it outside to the big can inside the garage. Hey, the next thing we have to do is fill the bird feeders and the mow the lawn, which won't be bad at all since we have a self-propelled mower and the only place we have grass is on this front side of the house and barely down the sides. If you can hold the bags for grass, I'll mow and let you know when the grass catcher is full. Deal?"

"Deal." Was all that I said. Without talking now, Dylan put some gas in the mower, checked the oil, then showed me where the bags were kept for the grass. He started the mower and began to mow. As soon as the grass catcher thing on the mower was filled, he shut the engine off, removed the full bag of grass and motioned for me to go to him. Still shirtless, his muscular back was now covered in sweat, same with his defined abs and upper chest. I wanted so badly to touch him, but I knew that we had to get these chores done so we could get our bike ride in. Still saying nothing, he resumed mowing. Fifteen minutes and two bags later, we were done. Dylan then cleaned the mower off with water and left it in the sun to dry.

"Okay, let's fill the feeders. Grab that bag of sunflower seeds from the cabinet next to the work bench." Dylan picked up the six foot step ladder and headed to the feeders, which were located on the south side of the house just outside of the dining room window and on the edge of the trees. As soon as he approached the feeders, the birds that were eating from the feeders scattered, flying back into the woods. It was all I could do to carry the bag of sunflower seeds to the feeders. I could feel myself start to sweat as we approached the birdfeeders.

"Mom really likes seeing the birds eat the food from the feeders. We go through a huge bag like this in two weeks. But she insists on feeding `her birds' as she calls them." Dylan sighed, almost sounding angry that he had to do this chore almost daily for his mom. "I can think of so many better things to do than to feed the birds." He stated, now almost sounding mad.

"What kind of birds come to the feeders?" I inquired, trying to lighten the mood.

"Heck I don't know, I think Cardinals? I'm sure there are others. You'll have to ask my mom. She can tell you if you're really that interested. Hey, this is the last thing on the list. We can start our fun day. Want to get our ride in?"

"Sure, that sounds like fun. Want to go to Rock Cut?" I offered.

"Yeah, as long as you can show me where your quiet, private little place is. You said you haven't seen anyone go past you, right?" replied Dylan.

"Not on the times I've been out there. It's in a nice secluded, sunny area, kind of like the limestone area you showed me along the bike path." Now I noticed a sly grin form on Dylan's face, as he ran his right hand across his defined abs and waist band of his shorts.

"Cool. Sounds like fun if you know what I mean." He replied, winking at me as he put the step ladder back in the garage. "Let's go in and get ready to take our ride, okay?"

"Sounds good to me." Now I felt a stirring in my shorts thinking about what might transpire at the park. "I'll bring my backpack so we can bring water bottles and anything else we might need."

I followed Dylan into his room where he decided to change into biking gear. He was still sweaty from mowing and filling the bird feeders and I thought maybe he was going to take a shower. Instead, he reached in the top drawer of his chest of drawers and pulled out a pair of black compression shorts and a pair of biking shorts. In the next drawer down, he pulled out the same red and white biking shirt he wore the day of the accident in front of my house. Since I'd already dressed in my black Nike basketball shorts and white tee shirt, black socks, and black shoes, I was all set to go. But seeing Dylan change his clothes like three feet away from me made me wish I was naked too. As he stripped down and removed his sweaty boxer briefs, I could smell his drying sweat and the unique odor coming from his body. It was laced with the sexiest smelling pheromones I'd ever encountered in my young life -- quite different than the smell that one would associate a boy's locker room with, but this was actually turning me on big time. His dick was now mostly hard, its upward curve causing the head of his dick to point up as if it was looking right at me, begging me to take it in my mouth. Dylan acted as if he wasn't even hard and began to tell me about something that happened on the baseball trip.

"So I have to tell you about my trip to the baseball tournament. It was a lot of fun playing in front of like almost five hundred people." He began. "Every night there were that many people in the stands for each game. At first, I got pretty nervous, but then once we started playing, it was no big deal, and we all tried to block out the crowd. So, that part was crazy fun. But once the games were over and we had eaten dinner, then it was back to the hotel, where there were four of us in one room. No parents, just us guys. Now you can imagine all four of us pumped up because we'd won the games that day and night. We were fired up. There were some hot girls down by the pool, and one of the guys, Hernandez, was going to invite this girl up to our room so he could, you know, fuck her. But of course, she wouldn't go. So after going back to the room and showering, we were sitting around in our boxer briefs watching sports center on ESPN. You could just tell that Hernandez was all horned up. He kept scratching his balls through his briefs, and I noticed Dillard looking over at him and doing this and suddenly Dillard's got a boner too! Me and Knox, man we're half laughing and getting hard ourselves. It's about then that Knox goes `hey boys, I got an idea. Let's do a modified circle jerk like we used to do last year. But this time, let's line up at the edge of the bed and see who can shoot the farthest!' Now I'm think it's not going to be my bed, but then he brings out some of the used towels and lays them out end to end."

By now we were ready for the bike ride to Rock Cut. Pulling our bikes out the garage, we hopped on and started pedaling east to the park. I was still in awe about what Dylan was telling me. I would have been so scared and shy to do what they were doing, but I guess when you have friends that are all into it, it's not a big deal. Watching Dylan ride his bike in front of me had me completely mesmerized by how muscular and good looking he was. Since it was already hot and humid, by the time we stopped at the first stop light to wait for the green light, when Dylan started to drink from his water bottle. Pulling up alongside him, his arms were glistening with sweat. "I can't wait to hear what happened next in the room" I blurted out before taking a drink of my water.

"It was pretty wild, indeed." Just then the light turned green and we crossed the last intersection that ran along the western edge of the park. It took us about twenty more minutes to navigate through the forest on the path that led us to my favorite place. As usual, no one was there. Just like the secluded spot along the river where Dylan and I fooled around the first time, my spot at the park was just as secluded. Because of the way the limestone bluff rose out of the forest floor on the edge of a big drop off, it was secluded from view on the trail by a huge white pine that had a fir tree growing right next to it. Both trees were just tall enough to hide the bluff from view of hikers and bikers on the trail. Dylan followed me up the trail that led to the stone bluff. The top wasn't very wide or long, probably about the size of a queen or king sized bed. Surprisingly, there was not any graffiti or trash on the bluff, and since it was a weekday and still in the morning, no one was around this part of the park. Taking the short five foot climb, we were now perched on top of the bluff.

"Wow, man, this is cool! It's sort of like the one along the bike path, but I see why you like this more. It's protected from view pretty much all around. And it's nice and sunny, which can be a problem on a hot day like today. In fact, it's quite hot and I'm taking my shirt off, how about you?" Dylan asked while taking off his tight biking shirt.

"Oh yeah, sure. I've done the same thing each time I've come here by myself." I could feel my dick start to stir in my shorts at the sight of Dylan's tan, muscular defined chest, accentuated by his very distinct six pack abs. "So tell me more about what happened next."

"Well by now, all four of us have boners. Since Knox brought it up, we let him go first. So he whips out his small dick, which was not circumcised by the way. He's stroking it pretty hard and heavy and after about a minute, he shoots from the foot end of the bed to halfway up to the pillow. We all roared with approval, and Knox was pretty proud of himself. Next is Dillard. He takes out his dick, which is about the same thickness of Knox's but a little bit longer. He's also got a huge blonde bush of pubic hair that is the same color as his hair. It only takes him like thirty seconds, and he shoots just about the same length as Knox. Now it's between me and Hernandez. Omar, he's got a big fat uncircumcised dick, that is surrounded by pitch black pubes that completely obscures his smallish sack. He's not yet hard, and in fact was having some trouble getting hard. It's like he's really being shy about stroking it, so get this -- Knox goes up next to him and starts jacking Omar's dick until he gets hard! Now I'm completely hard, and I noticed that Dillard and Knox are both still hard too. I'm afraid that if I start jacking, I'll shoot all over the room because it's been like forever since I'd last jerked off. Omar is starting to breathe heavier, and after about six minutes have gone by, his dick is absolutely huge -- bigger than mine, in fact -- and his body is starting to shake and suddenly a huge line of cum shoots out of his dick and hits the pillow! It's followed by three more lines, the first hitting the pillow again, but then the next two diminish in length, but still have the volume. Now it's up to me. I know I can shoot far, and it had been a while since I'd jacked off, maybe since we'd fooled around on the bike path. So yeah, I was ready to explode. I pulled down my boxer briefs and my leaking dick sprang forth and as it did, a stream of precum oozed from my dick head to the floor. The guys just were in amazement, I guess. So as I stepped up to the edge of the bed, I could see the cum trail from the three other guys that started from the pillow and ended near the end of the bed. It wasn't going to take long. But then as much as I thought I was going to cum quickly, it didn't happen. I started to get nervous, and then Hernandez AND Knox started jacking my dick and fondling my balls. With my eyes closed, I had a flashback to the day on the limestone bluff by the bike path, when you were sucking me. I remembered how damn good it felt! The more I remembered, the harder I got. In no more than two minutes, I felt a huge orgasm brewing, and my upward curved dick let loose while Knox was rubbing the sweet spot just below the head of my dick. The first stream shot past the pillow and hit about halfway up on the wooden headboard! Oh my God! Three more streams hit the headboard too! It was amazing!"

I was in awe, both in the size of a stream of cum that Dylan said he shot, but also that he thought about ME to get him excited! I could tell that right now he was just as hard as me! I wanted to reach his waistband, which was now a gathering spot for the pool of sweat that had formed from his tanned chest and abs. Instead, I boldly reached out and touched his firm dick from the outside of his shorts. His dick was just about ready to push itself out of the top of his waistband. Dylan just laid back on his shirt that was laying on the rock and nodded his head as if to give me permission to continue. Now I was on autopilot, and as I pulled the waistband down on his shorts, his upward curved dick was tight against his groin, and a puddle of the clear precum had formed on his belly. I pulled it up and licked around the head of his dick. His precum tasted sweet yet salty, and as it mixed with my saliva, his entire dick head was now slippery and was still leaking. Dylan was moaning and whispering something like "don't stop, oh Carter, that feels so damn good" so of course I kept sucking him, trying each time to take more of him in my mouth. With my left hand I reached inside his compression shorts and found his full hairy sack.

I wanted to take each ball in my mouth but couldn't get his shorts down. It didn't matter, because just as I put my mouth back on his dick and forced as much of as I could in the back of my throat, I could feel his dick get huge and hard as he unleashed a torrential stream of his hot seed down my throat. He now had his hands on my head, holding me down on his spasming dick, and I had no choice but to swallow his load. In my mind's eye I imagined how far his stream flew at the hotel and could sense the same distance as he pumped jet after jet of cum down my throat and directly into my stomach.

What felt like forever finally ended like thirty seconds after the first cum jet shot down my throat. I sucked every bit of cum from his dick and could now taste the pungent and saltiness of his semen. It was like the sweetest nectar or drink I'd ever tasted, confirming just how much I loved swallowing cum.

"Oh my God, Carter! That felt so damn good! You certainly know how to suck dick!" was all that Dylan could say. His dick was still hard, and mine was even harder and I could feel a pool of precum had dampened my boxer briefs. "Now it's your turn, little man." With that, Dylan sat up, pushed me on my back and with one motion pulled my shorts and briefs down to my knees. My dick slapped back on my groin, as the clear fluid oozed from the tip. Dylan began by touching my nipples, then ran his fingers down my smooth chest. "Hey, look at you! You've got a few pubes now! Awesome!" As he touched my pubic area with his fingers, I thought I was going to explode. But he was now caressing my mostly hairless sack, gently squeezing my full balls.

I was so horny and so waiting for Dylan to take my dick in his mouth again that I was afraid I'd shoot as soon as his mouth touched my dick. I took a deep breath as he got closer to me, and as he engulfed the entire head and shaft of my dick deep into his mouth until his chin was on my balls and his nose touched my smooth groin, I collapsed on the rocks in full pleasure and ecstasy. He then began to move his head up and down on me, each time he pulled off, a tiny stream of precum stretched from his lips to my dick. I looked over at his dick, which was still hard too. With my right hand I reached out and wrapped my hand around him and pulled him gently to me. He got the clue right away, and soon we were sucking each other at the same time. It was so amazing, and I felt something brewing from deep inside and I knew that I was going to cum very soon.

Suddenly, I was snapped out of my incredible sexual trance by voices that were getting closer and closer. "Dylan, someone's coming" I frantically whispered. "We gotta stop now!"

"Oh crap, hurry up pull on your shorts!" he whispered with fear in his voice.

My heart was beating close to a thousand beats a minute, and just seconds later after getting dressed, sure enough we could hear footsteps coming up to the bluff. "I hear the view from here is pretty cool, and the best part is no one really knows about it." The deep voice belonged to a guy that looked like he was in his twenties. He was with a girl that appeared to be the same age. The guy was wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses and a Cub's shirt and cargo shorts. The girl was dressed kind of the same. They looked as surprised to see us as we were to see them. The guy spoke. "Oh, sorry guys, I didn't know you all were up here." I didn't think anyone would be here."

Dylan replied. "It's okay man, we were just about ready to leave, right Carter?"

"Um, yeah, I guess so" I said, in a sad tone of voice. My erection that was rock solid, had now gone down. The yearning to cum hadn't -- I was still very horny. But as we gathered our things and climbed down from the rocks, Dylan assured me that he'd take care of me.

"Don't worry man, let's go back to my house, or to your house, or to the other place along the bike path. I will finish what I started." Dylan winked, his dick was still hard and plastered against his groin as well.

"No one will bother us at my house. We can go there." I suggested, and Dylan agreed.

"Your house it is. We're off! Next stop, Carter's house!"

We arrived at my house a half hour later. The bike ride to my house got both of us sweaty, but I didn't care. As soon as we got to my room, Dylan sat me on the side of my bed, pulled my sweaty tee shirt off, same with my shorts and briefs. He told me to lay on my back, and I did. He then took his clothes off, his dick already hard, his balls were now hanging low and looked massive in size. He laid down on the bed in the opposite position as me, and we resumed sucking each other. This time instead of him on top of me, he pulled me on top of him, letting my body rest on his. He had pretty much engulfed my entire dick into his mouth, and I began to make a natural fucking motion. I loved feeling my hairless sack touch his nose, and I knew it would not take long before I shot my load into his mouth. Due to the curve in his dick, I was able to take more of it in my mouth from this position. I could feel my dick getting super hard, and felt Dylan's get hard too. Just seconds later my dick began pumping my cum down Dylan's throat, causing his dick to erupt in another orgasm, with not nearly as much cum as he did the first time, but a huge load nonetheless, and once again I swallowed every drop. Finally, our dicks stopped shooting cum, and I rolled off Dylan's chest on to my unmade queen sized bed.

"Damn Carter, that was awesome." I didn't even mind you shooting into my mouth. Your cum tastes good. I can't wait to have more fun tonight after everyone goes to bed!" I just smiled. The promise of more sexual fun between Dylan and me made my dick start to get hard again. Soon we were on the way back along the bike path heading towards Dylan's house, both of us anticipating what the night would hold in store for both of us.

Next: Chapter 10


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