Carter and the Biker Boy

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Carter and the biker boy

Chapter 29

Man, it's hard to believe that Christmas vacation has come and gone. New Year's eve has passed as well, and here it is, January second, 2022. I have to say that the last two weeks have flown by and have been some of the most memorable days of my young life. After the snowstorm, Dylan's party, the days leading up to leaving for Mexico, all of the parties and fun times spent with family and new friends in Mexico, getting home late last night, and sleeping until almost three in the afternoon, has left me little time to rest up and most of all little time to write this chapter about all that has transpired since we last spoke.

So yeah, where to begin. Since it's fresh on my mind I'll talk about my trip first. So much transpired that I am so excited to get the words down before time goes by and I get busy with all that the new year brings. Here it goes.

The news that Mom and I were going to spend Christmas in Mexico was so unexpected. After Mom left for work Friday evening, that's all I could think about. The idea of being out of the country and into a foreign land was scary, but then again the idea that I'd be able to fly again was way cool. Seeing my abuelitos again after they'd left for Mexico back in early October was exciting. Knowing that I'd be able to see the town where they grew up and also visit other towns and cities was exciting as well.

In those days prior to going -- Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday -- I was so busy getting ready to go that Parker and I had almost no time to get together. Between me getting ready for the trip and his wrestling practice and match on Wednesday, the week seemed normal, and I figured that like normal we'd see each other on the weekend.

But then a reality hit me.

I was leaving on Wednesday morning and would not be able to see Parker for almost two weeks. So he actually ditched practice early on Tuesday and asked Wyatt to bring him over to my house. Of course Wyatt did, and of course we made up for the times that we'd not been together over the past week or so. Since Mom had already left for her half night of work, We immediately headed for my bedroom.

Parker was still in his wrestling practice clothes, which meant he was wearing a sweaty tee shirt, tight work out shorts, and to my surprise, a sweaty jock strap. I thought I'd be turned off by his sweaty odor, but then I recalled the times where we'd wrestled on the mat in his basement and how turned on I got from his sweaty body naked against mine.

Needless to say neither of us lasted long the first time. Nor the second time. The third and fourth time took a little longer and after the fifth time in close to two hours, both of us had to shower to remove the sweat and dried juices from our drained bodies. And speaking of the shower, well you can probably use your imagination on that one.

It was now almost eight, and Parker had to get home. We held each other, kissing, hugging and not wanting to let go. He began to cry, which led me to cry as well. We kept telling each other that we'd miss being together, but that when we got back the time together would be fantastic. I told him I'd buy him something from Mexico; he said he'd buy me something from Disney. It was time for him to go, and as he was ready to walk out the door he said something that resonated in my mind the entire time I was in Mexico.

"Babe, I'm so going to miss you. I trust you, and I love you. I hope you have a wonderful time meeting your family. I just wish it could have worked out for us to be together, but by us being apart, it will only serve to strengthen what we already have, right?"

Through my tears, my voice cracked as I responded to him. "Yes, I agree. It is too bad that things turned out this way, it would have been great to be together either in Mexico or Florida. But yeah, I know I can trust you just as you can trust me. I can use my cell phone in Mexico, so we can still text each night and face time too. So, um, good luck at your match tomorrow. And have fun in Florida. Say hi to Mickey for me! I love you!"

As he headed out the door and down the street, I just needed a good cry. I recalled the conversation our moms had on Monday:

So when I texted mom to ask if Parker could go, she politely texted that she knew I'd probably ask that question. Without me knowing, she had talked to Parker's parents without him knowing, asking if he could go with us to Mexico as a way of saying thanks for taking me along when we went to San Antonio. But his parents had decided that they were going to surprise Parker with a trip to Florida -- specifically Disney World -- and had wanted to take me along. They were going to leave on the 23rd and return a week later. Those plans had to be scrapped since we were going to Mexico.

I guess things happen for a reason, and I'm not sure why. All I wanted was to spend the holidays with my boyfriend. I suppose being in Disney and Florida would have been better than him coming with me to Mexico, but that's just the way it all worked out. So once I stopped crying and realized just how much fun we'd had before he walked out of the door just now, I was definitely a lot more relaxed. I finished packing my clothes in my suitcase and waited for Mom to get home.

We got up early Wednesday morning and soon were on our way. With the threat of more snow coming, I was just hoping that we'd get out of Chicago in time.

The flight from Chicago's O'Hare airport to Leon Airport in the state of Guanajuato (pronounced Wanna-whatto) was full, and since it was a small plane, we were limited on what we could bring. Nonetheless, I brought my backpack with my Nintendo Switch, my cell phone, cologne, deodorant, and the other necessities. I also brought a Stephen King novel just in case, of course.

The four hours on the plane went fast and soon we had landed at the small airport. After clearing customs and finally getting out luggage, we went out to meet Mom's cousins, Ana, and Raul. They were so nice and kept calling me "guapo" which means handsome. I just blushed and couldn't stop smiling. As we walked out of the airport, I was amazed that it was sunny, warm, and not windy at all. According to my phone it was seventy degrees, and almost instantly I began to sweat.

The ride to San Miguel de Allende was less than an hour and soon I walked in to my abuelito's house. It was so good to see them, and of course they both thought I'd grown a little bit taller and was definitely "mas guapo" and of course they called me Angel, my middle name. Their house was small but was decorated nicely and it was weird seeing a small Christmas tree in the corner of the living room. In fact, later that evening it was super cool to see the strings of lights of all different colors hanging from almost anywhere lights could be hung in celebration of Jesus' birth. It was also so interesting to hear everyone speaking Spanish. It was even more interesting in knowing that I knew exactly what they were saying. I am so glad that I understand Spanish! That first night was a night I will not soon forget. We walked to the Jardin in the center of the town. I'd seen the Jardin (pronounced har-deen) when we drove up the narrow cobblestone streets from the entrance to the city, past the huge catholic church, San Miguel de Arcangel, to the part of the city where my abuelitos lived.

The Jardin was alive with people gathering on park benches, talking, eating ice cream, and enjoying drinks. The manicured trees were decorated with Christmas tree lights, and in the middle of the Jardin a band was playing traditional Christmas music. As Mom talked to her cousins, we met friends who had not seen my mom in years. They all introduced themselves to me, all calling me "Angel el guapo", which still made me blush. When I met their kids, most of them my age just gave me a nod of their head and told me their names. One in particular, a boy named Enrique was super cute, with short black hair, deep piercing brown eyes and was about a foot taller than me and was muscular. When he found out I spoke Spanish we talked about music we liked, video games, sports teams, etc. Since he liked the Cubs and some of the bands I liked, we became instant friends. Mom let me go with him to get some ice cream, and soon we were sitting on a bench eating our ice cream and talking about our lives and school. Neither of us had girlfriends and of course he asked me if there were any cute girls at my school. I thought it would be best to tell him that there were, but I had concentrated most of the year on my studies. He said that he'd done the same, but boldly told me that there were a few cute girls at school that were definitely the subject of several dreams, most of them wet.

Enrique was a cool guy to talk to, and I really wanted to tell him about me, but felt that as much as he was seemingly checking me out, I had best not tell him all about myself, or talk too much about my novio (boyfriend). The odd thing was that as we were talking, a few of his friends, or so-called friends from school came up to us and asked Enrique who his new boyfriend was. He laughed it off and told them to be quiet fuckers, that I was a cousin from the States staying for Christmas. They were then cool, shook my hands and didn't ask any more questions, eventually walking away. As they walked away, Enrique called them "pinches cabrones", which is so bad I shouldn't even translate those words here.

Our ice cream was now finished, and we found our way back to our parents. Of course they were still talking about things that happened when they were kids. Sensing that I was getting tired, Mom finally agreed that it was time to head back to abuelito's house. After showering, I ate a few pieces of Mexican bread, drank some milk and was ready for bed. It had been an incredible day, but it was now time to head off to bed.

I woke up the following morning around eight-thirty, wondering just where in the world I was at. I'd slept a good ten hours non-stop and awoke to the sounds of roosters crowing and dogs barking. It felt cool in the room, but under the huge, thick Mexican blanket, I felt nice and toasty warm. Of course my right hand reached into my black CK boxer briefs and found my morning wood. I ran my fingers through my now growing patch of light brown pubes that were getting thicker by the day almost. Of course my first thoughts were about Parker, so I grabbed my phone from the night stand and sure enough he'd texted me before he left for school. He told me that everything was good at home, except for the six inches of snow that blanketed the region overnight, prompting the schools to close again. I wrote him a quick note about my day and night here, and about meeting my cousin Enrique. I also told him about how nice the weather was here, certain that he would soon feel the warmth when his family left for Disney and Florida. We decided to facetime later this evening.

The rest of my first whole day in Mexico was also busy. We took a day trip to some of the other cities in the region to do some shopping. First it was Celaya, then Salvatierra, and a small town about ten miles away from Salvatierra. There was a store my Tio wanted us to visit. This roadside open air store sold a variety of things, mainly leather cowboy boots and hats, but also had leather belts and other leather products. But the main thing we'd stopped for was the huge Mexican blankets like the one I'd covered myself with the previous night. Sure enough, there were multi-colored checkered blankets hanging from the ceiling. Mom decided to buy two, one for me and one for herself. The boy that sold us the blanket must have been around my age, but he was so serious and dealt with us in a very business-like fashion. When I was looking around at different things, this little girl, I am guessing to be about eight or nine years old, who apparently was his sister asked me where I was from. When I told her Illinois her eyes were open wide and in Spanish she asked "Seriously?" to which of course I told her that I was. It was cool to see her reaction.

We ate lunch in Salvatierra from a street vendor selling tacos and enchiladas. They were so good! We then drove to Celaya to the town square for more shopping. By now I was getting used to people looking at me as they walked past us. They knew we were from another country but didn't bother us. It was so cool to the see the square in town and the different shops and foods. We stopped at this one place that sold caramel candy called cajeta (Ka-hey-tah) and it was amazing. Mom bought two jars of the stuff along with other pieces of candy. We got back to abuelito's house just in time for a wonderful Mexican dinner consisting of grilled carne asada, refried beans, and red rice with freshly made flour tortillas. It was amazing!

My perfect day turned somewhat sour when we returned to my abuelito's house after about an hour's drive back from a day of shopping. I think my stomach turned into knots as soon as I saw the huge SUV with Illinois license plates parked on the street. It was My Tio Javier, Tia Rosa, and worst of all my cousin Javy with his brothers.

It didn't dawn on me that Javy would be here for Christmas. At first when we were all together with family, he was just like the Javy I'd known way before he did what he first did to me a year ago. I actually fell for his act, and we talked about how cool the town was and we talked about our cousins here in Mexico as he helped me to remember everyone's names. I was so happy that it'd seemed that we were back to normal as we were before. Christmas eve and Christmas day were both spent with family. We went to the massive church for midnight mass and then stayed up until about two in the morning opening gifts, eating and partying with family. The town of San Miguel de Allende was alive with the celebrations, and it was just an amazing time, and the parties went on until the wee hours of the morning.

Parker and I did exchange texts, but not at the same time. I was so busy talking with family that I didn't get a chance to respond to his texts right away. Either way, he was having just an okay time in Florida. He said it was kind of nice to be in a warm climate with no snow on Christmas, and it reminded him of being in Texas. I shared my experiences with him, saying essentially the same exact thing, with the lone exception being so busy with family being around us non-stop, or so it seemed.

He also commented that for some reason his parents weren't getting along too well and that his dad actually left the hotel suite they were in and didn't come back until the middle of the night. He was drunk and could hardly walk. I asked him if he thought it had something to do with what happened in San Antonio, but he never responded back to me. I felt so bad for him and wished I could have been there with him, but then again I wished that he would have been here with me enjoying being with my family.

After the Christmas eve family celebration wound down and most of the gifts were open, I was so very tired and decided to go to bed. The room that previously was just mine was now being shared with Javy and his two youngest brothers, Hector, and Luis. Hector was ten and looked exactly like Javy when he was ten. Luis had just turned nine and had the same long curly black hair just like Javy's. They were so tired that as soon as they crawled into the queen sized inflatable mattress, the immediately fell asleep.

Luck would have it that Javy and I had to share the traditional queen-sized bed that I had all to myself the night before. I was so tired that I didn't argue with my mom or my abuelita when they told me I had to share the bed with Javy. As I quickly said my nightly prayers in silence, I asked for God's strength to get me through this night and the remaining nights while I had to share the bed with Javy. Maybe in a different time last year I would have been happy to sleep with Javy and his big dick, but things were very different now, especially after what happened at Dylan's birthday party.

We both fell asleep right away. I must have been asleep for a few hours when I was woken up by Javy.

"Primo. Estas despierto? Are you awake?" Javy whispered close to my left ear. I had been deep in my sleep dreaming about Parker and me biking at Rock Cut.

"I'm awake now. What's up, why you waking me up?"

"No puedo dormir. I can't sleep hombre."

"Why?"

"I can't stop thinking about what happened at Dylan's party. And I'm like, way fucking horny."

"Bro, you know we can't do that here even if I wanted to. I don't. Go jack off in the bathroom." I'd never talked to Javy like that before, but there was no way I was going to let him touch me anymore.

"Guey, my balls are aching. Por Favor! Just a taste. It won't take much. Come on, just like last summer before school started. Please?"

"No cabron. Ya te dije que no. You and me can't be like we were before."

"Por que primo? Lo siento mucho de que paso en el pasado!"

"Yo se. pero ya, es que es. It is what it is, and it is no more. Bro, I only want to be with Parker. Go take a cold shower or jack off." He didn't say much for a few minutes, and I started to fall asleep, but then in a desperation move he literally jumped on top of me and tried to roll me over. It scared the crap out of me and just before he tried to reach for the waistband of my CK briefs, I did the only thing I thought I could do. I raised my left leg up and as hard as I could and thrust my knee right into his full, hairy sack.

Javy immediately collapsed on his side of the bed, groaning, and keeping it all that he could do from screaming out loud in pain.

"YA TE DIJO QUE NO." Firmly, whispering without anyone else hearing me through Javy's groans and whimpers of pain. "I told you no, and I mean it guey. You're not going to be like Dylan or Isaac. You're lucky you're my primo. You'd be in trouble too."

I was really pissed now, and Javy knew it. He quietly rolled over and faced the wall, still whimpering.

He calmed down a few minutes later. He rolled over to me and once again whispered as I was finally dozing off again.

"Primo, I am sorry. Lo siento mucho. I was wrong to hurt you. It's just that I miss the fun we had when tu mama went to Mexico last summer."

"Si, yo tambien. Pero ahora, es diferente, y sabes esto." Tengo mi novio. Y tu? Que tienes?" (I miss it too, but now it's different and you know that. I have my boyfriend, and you? What do you have?)

"I know cabron. Tienes Parker, you have him. You're lucky. You know what you want. But I don't know what I want. I mean like what we did in the summer, was cool and all, but I don't think I'm looking for what you got. I don't think I can kiss another guy. I just wanna get off. You know I'm like horny all the time."

There he said it. He admitted that he wasn't gay without saying it. Now I almost felt bad for kneeing him in the nuts. Almost.

"Yo se, cuz. So you're not como yo, un joto? Es que pense yo. (I know cuz, you're not like me, a gay boy? That's what I thought). You just like getting off any way you can. So what about you and Dylan? Isaac?"

Javy was silent. Then after thinking a few minutes he spoke.

"No primo." He whispered in a serious voice. "With you, it was experimentation. Tu sabes. You know. But I liked it, and you did too. Then with the guys... you and Parker...it was just fun. Dylan and Isaac. Um, I, I, fooled around because of the team. I thought that was what we did. You, know? But hombre, no es yo (It's not me)."

I didn't think Javy was into all of that. But why then did he want to fuck me again, just to get off, I suppose. It didn't make sense though. He HAD to like being with guys. He could get any chick he wanted. He just didn't try.

But no matter what the deal was with my cousin, the bad thing was that now I was getting horny. Reaching into my briefs I felt a wet spot where my boner had been. Smearing the precum around the head of my erection, I found myself becoming very vulnerable. It had been a long time since I'd jacked off, or since I'd been with Parker. Temptation was winning over thinking clearly. I reached over and touched the bare skin of Javy's taut abs. Javy must have fallen asleep, but my touched made him stir under the single sheet that covered both of us.

My mind was spinning in circles now. My hormones were raging. Against my better judgement I began caressing his tight, muscular abs. As my hand moved closer to his belly button, his soft dark hairs tickled my fingertips. His hand touched mine momentarily, then with both hands he moved the waistband of his boxers down and the first hard cock I'd felt and sucked slapped against his groin. I moved to him, and he whispered to me softly. "Sixty nine. One last time." I slowly moved around in bed and as our lips met each other's erection, the warmth of his raging hard on filled my mouth like before. Carefully I massaged his bruised nuts as he took my entire cock into his mouth.

We matched each other's pace as we sucked up and down.

It didn't take long.

The first blast filled my mouth, and I had no choice but to swallow every drop of what seemed like a cupful of his sperm. At the same time he took my entire load down his throat as well.

When it was over, we quickly pulled up our underwear and Javy whispered thanks in my ear, and we both drifted off to sleep.

Christmas morning dawned shortly thereafter. As I drifted back into consciousness, what transpired during the night flooded back into my brain and reality and regret began to creep in.

Javy woke up about the same time. Looking at me he smiled and said good morning too me in Spanish. His brothers had already woken up, and the smell of chorizo permeated the closed door to the bedroom and suddenly we found ourselves super hungry. Javy then spoke again.

"Primo, what happened is just between you and me, okay? I'm sorry how I've treated you in the past and won't let it happen again. It is our secret, anoche (last night). Okay?"

I nodded my head, content to know that he felt the same way as me about last night. The secret between us was just that, and no one else needed to know.

Christmas morning was calm. In the afternoon all of us packed into three cars and made the short drive from San Miguel to Guanajuato. We would be staying at my other Tia Sara and Tio Julio's house in downtown Guanajuato for the next few days. They were actually my mom's cousin and her husband, but as was the case in many Mexican families, I called them my Tios -- Aunt and Uncle.

Guanajuato is a super cool town. Being the state capital, there was always something going on in town. What is really neat is that there are set of tunnels that we had to go through to make it to the downtown area. When we finally entered the downtown area, the colonial type architecture of most of the buildings along with their pastel colors just made the city look phenomenal, and I fell in love with the city the moment we arrived at my Tio's house. Their house, a two story house with the typical stucco walls on the outside had small balconies on each window. These balconies were supported by ornately designed white curved supports, were enclosed by black wrought iron surrounds, each of them containing five reddish brown clay pots filled with brilliant plants with red flowers and other plants. The mustard yellow exterior walls were freshly painted with the exterior trim a deep red color. I was mesmerized by the design and the décor in the house. Inside it was a typical traditional Mexican home, with tiled floor, dark brown wooden beams on the ceilings and even had a small garden area with a fountain in the middle of the house that was illuminated by the square opening in the roof. I was totally in awe of this house and certainly looked forward to the next few days that we'd be staying with my Tios.

In fact, I was in love with this house. Since there was something like eight bedrooms, Javy and I got to share a room with two twin sized beds and his brothers got to share a room. So immediately Javy started thinking about having fun in the room once everyone went to bed. I have to admit, I thought about it too, and would have replicated what we did Christmas eve, but the events of the night changed the course of Javy's life.

The day unfolded like most days with family. After meeting my cousins and other family members, we ate a great meal and were sitting around listening to the adults chat. I was talking with my cousin Jessica when this tall muscular guy with a shaved head walked in. He was built, with strong legs that were almost bursting out of his tight khakis. His short sleeve white woven button up shirt was unbuttoned and out of his khakis, his white muscle shirt underneath outlined his huge pecs and thin waist, undoubtedly hiding steel-like abs. When he made his way around to me I stood up to him and he towered over me. His hand was huge as he shook my hand. I barely could say my name -- my middle name of Angel -- as he told me his name, Nico. Nico, short for Nicolas, is my Tia's youngest son. After he ate dinner, he talked with my mom for a little while, and then came over to talk to me in Spanish, of course. Rather than translate, I'll just write the total conversation in English.

"So Angel, how do you like your first time in Mexico?" Nico asked as he sat in the chair next to me.

"I'm enjoying it very much." I replied. He then told me how good my Spanish was, and our conversation continued. He asked me about school, what I wanted to do, and if I had a girlfriend, etc. When I told him that I didn't, he then asked why, as he told me that a cute guy like me should have them knocking at the door to my house. I laughed and told him that I wasn't ready for a girlfriend yet, and that I was just too shy to date. Then I asked him if he had a girlfriend.

"No, I have many girlfriends, but I'm always at the gym or the ring working out. I am trying to become a professional boxer." He now flexed his biceps and told me to touch them. I about died, then were so huge and hard as could be. His arm made up about five of my arms. I'd never seen someone with such huge arms.

"Oh cool, you're trying to become a professional boxer. So how many fights have you been in?"

"I've won my first eight fights. I just have to keep working out and try to get stronger."

I thought that Nico was already very strong, and I could imagine him beating the crap out of anyone that he would fight. We talked on about him boxing and about me wanting to get into wrestling and swimming. Of course I told him about Parker being a wrestler and all. He seemed genuinely interested in hearing more about Parker and his wrestling. He then asked if I'd been to his meets. When I told him that I had been, he asked me if I had any pictures of Parker at his matches. Since I'd only gone to two, I pulled my phone out, scrolled to the pictures, and showed them to Nico.

"So this is how they wrestle in American schools?" he asked as I showed him the pictures of Parker in action on the mat, and then the one where he'd pinned his opponent, and then as he had his hand raised in the air.

"Yup, I don't know a lot about wrestling, but I did want to sign up this year, only I was too late. I'll probably sign up next year." I thought Nico was going to hand my phone back to me, but then he continued scrolling to look at the pictures taken that day of Parker, which was fine, until he came across the selfie I'd taken of me and Parker kissing. I about died and expected the worst.

"Whoa, what is this Angel? You and Parker kissing. Is he like, your boyfriend?" My face must have turned beet red, and I thought that right then and there he was going to either out me to everyone in the family, or he was going to beat me up. But instead, much to my surprise Nico looked at me, winked and whispered in my left ear: "That is very cool. Your mama was right. You are like me. We have much to talk about. But first we need to go for a walk. I have someplace to take you. Let me tell my mama and yours that we are going to a party, okay?"

I was practically ready to faint. I just nodded my head and started following Nico. Sensing something was going on, just as Javy walked in the room, he asked if he could join us. Without thinking, Nico told him that sure, he could join us. I didn't know if I should've told Javy what was going on, or if Nico knew about Javy, or what was going to happen. So I was surprised that Javy did follow us as we left my Tia's house and walked out into the early evening air, which had now cooled down to a delightful temperature. With no breeze and no clouds in the sky, it would soon be a beautiful night.

We walked down the street to the end of the block and soon we were at the door of another house. The house was made of stucco just like my Tia's house. With the same architecture, it was a beautiful old mansion like building, but was attached to the house next to it, just like my Tia's house was attached to the houses surrounding it.

Nico rang the doorbell, which was quickly opened by another cute, muscular guy who was dressed in a similar style shirt as Nico, but his was pink. His hair was combed in a meticulous manner and as soon as he saw us, he ushered the three of us inside his house.

"Hola Nico, mi amor. Quienes son los muchachitos guapos?" he inquired in a gay voice, or so it seemed, asking who we were.

"Hola Roberto. Ellos son mis primos de los estados Unidos, El es Angel, y mi otro primo Javier. Estan aqui para Navidad. Estamos aqui para su fiesta, si no es una problema." He explained to Roberto that we were his cousins from the US and that we were here for Christmas. He also asked if we could go to his party.

"Son como nosotros, verdad?" I slowly nodded my head, but Javy shook his head no. "No te preocupes mi amor, hay chicas bonitas aqui para ti tambien." As he winked at Javy and me, Javy smiled knowing that there were cute girls at his party as well. I did agree that I was like Roberto, gay. After Javy and I each hugged Roberto, we waited for him to invite us in.

"Pasale, Jovenes, Pasale! Vamos a la fiesta, Ya!" So of course after Roberto welcomed us in, we followed him upstairs to the terrace on the roof of his house. I'll never forget as we walked through the door and saw the lights of the city all around us. Since his house was nearly four stories tall, we had virtually a three hundred sixty five degree view of the lights on all of the houses and businesses in Guanajuato. To the west of the house, the statue of Pipila rose up on the mountainside like a sentinel and was illuminated by several floodlights at the base of the statue. Despite the loud cumbia music that was playing on the stereo system and the huge speakers, various styles of music and the sounds of the city could still be heard echoing through the streets below.

As much as I thought nothing could beat the sights and sounds of that magical night with Parker on the Skydeck on the Tower of the Americas in San Antonio, this view of the city at night had it beat by ten times. I was lost in awe with the night beauty of the city. As I meandered over to the edge of the terrace, I got a close look at the clear small lights that were connected by an electrical string that ran all the way around the terrace walls, similar to almost every other house with a terrace. It truly was magical.

Nico had gone over to talk with a few of his boxing friends apparently, and almost immediately Javy had mingled with the crowd as well. There must have been close to thirty or forty people on the roof top terrace. Most of them were no older than Nico, and several of the girls and guys in the crowd were young teens like Javy and me. Suddenly, I felt shy and didn't know why. Nico sensed this and motioned for me to join him, Roberto and a few other guys that were boxers. Nico introduced me to them, and they all shook my hand and asked to see pictures of Parker.

What was so cool was they were so accepting of me and were so happy that I had a boyfriend. They all thought Parker and I made a great couple. They asked how we found out about each other and of course I told them about the time on the wrestling mat and how we kissed and made out. I left out the important details of course, but they were all happy for me. I was really enjoying myself and was missing Parker and was going to text him.

Unbeknownst to me, Roberto sent a text to someone and told me that I would have to meet him. He told me that his cousin, Cristian, would love to meet me. I didn't really think much of it, honestly. I was just taking in the night, the conversations between everyone and was having a great time, almost the best time of the trip up to that point when I looked over to the doorway from the stairs that led up to the terrace when I spotted this cute guy. He looked to be my age, a little taller, perhaps five foot eight or so. He had straight black hair, long in the front, shaved on the sides -- you know -- the style most guys my age have, right? He was wearing a shirt similar to Nico's but was not nearly as close to being as muscular as Nico. He had a pair of blue jeans on, no socks and a pair tan colored Van's, although he didn't really look like the skater boy type. The best part, he was walking towards us.

The cute guy immediately hugged Roberto, Nico, and the other two guys, Joel, and Enrique. As soon as our eyes met, Roberto introduced me as Nico's primo from the United States, Angel. I held my hand out to shake his and as soon as our hands met, he pulled me to him, and we embraced. He whispered "mucho gusto, Angel, me llamo Cristian" into my ear and boldly kissed me on my cheek, which almost immediately caused my dick to respond, as I felt it start to get hard in my briefs. We broke our embrace which probably lasted a little too long. I couldn't stop looking at his perfect smile, his deep brown eyes, and his darker skin, and a voice that wasn't overly deep, but smooth.

He told me that he was an only child who knew he'd been gay since he was thirteen. Now sixteen, he'd yet to date anyone, but did have a few friends at school who were also gay. Neither he nor any of his friends were out at school, but of course he felt like he could be himself with Roberto, Nico, Joel, and Enrique. The crazy thing is that as we continued to talk, I felt like I'd known him since we were kids, as he was so easy to talk to. We both had the same goals in school, to do something in the medical field once we got to college.

Before I'd realized it, we had been talking for what seemed like mere minutes in the corner of the terrace at a small round metal table for two, sitting in the metal patio chairs facing each other. It was actually closer to an hour or two. Of course he'd asked me all about my experience and how I realized I was gay. I had to be careful to not out Javy since that was a secret between Javy and me that was not going to be divulged to anyone here in Mexico, especially to family. I just told him that Parker and I were each other's first (a small lie of course) and that we were still together. He also asked me if I thought Parker and I would remain together and finally if we were in love. I was about to tell him that we felt like we could when I felt Nico's strong hands pull both of us from the chairs as he shouted "Bailen, ustedes!" and pulled us into the mix of guys and gals who were dancing to the Mexican Cumbia music.

The six of us danced several songs together and I have to admit it was a great time. The next song was a slow one, and of course Cristian found me, and we were soon dancing close in each other's arms. As he pulled me to him, I could feel him hard against me, which of course had the same effect on me. Sensing this, Cristian whispered in my ear, in Spanish (translated) "I hope you are having as an enjoyable time as me. You are very cute and sexy. Parker is lucky to have you." He then held me tighter, and once again kissed my cheek as he had done when we met. But this time he also kissed my neck as well, causing an electric pulse to run down my entire body, igniting a fire you know where.

"I'm having a great time, Cristian." I whispered in his ear. I felt my resistance melting quickly, and now I boldly returned a kiss on his neck, tasting his skin for the first time, its scent luring me in to him now as my fingers touched the gold chain hung around his neck, the gold crucifix visible in front of his smooth, muscular chest.

As the song began to fade, our eyes met, and as those deep dark brown eyes gazed into mine, any notion of stopping was fading fast. Our lips met in a deep, passionate kiss, my open mouth willingly accepted his tongue as it discovered my warm tongue and explored the depths of my mouth. I was totally caught up in the moment and the idea of my boyfriend some fifteen hundred miles away in Florida was the farthest thing from my mind.

Cristian took my hand and whispered "Ven", urging me to follow him. I did not resist. We walked down the flights of stairs out into the cooler air of the street, which was mostly free from people on the street. A few small cars whizzed past us, but after walking a block or so, without speaking he opened a door and I followed him up the stairs of a beautiful home, almost as nice if not nicer than my Tia's house. He led me to a heavy wooden arched door, opened it and let me in first. As he turned on a small lamp on a dark wooden dresser in the corner of the room, I could see that it was his bedroom. The room was huge, probably three to four times the size of my room at home. Amidst the posters of musicians and cute soccer players from Mexican teams, I spied several Cubs baseball players.

"I love American baseball, especially the Cubs" he spoke in a low voice. "I think it's cool that you like the Cubs too." I nodded in agreement, and then in a curious tone of voice asked him if it was okay if we were here in his room, as I anticipated what was about to happen.

"Si Angel. Mis padres estan durmiendo, hasta la manana. No te preocupes." I nodded, knowing that this parents were asleep until morning, so I tried not to worry. "It's okay. Don't worry. They will not come up here. I promise."

He leaned forward and once again our lips met. We kissed with a passion that had me almost on fire.

He led the way. Shirtless now, we laid next to each other on his bed. Embracing, kissing, he slowly broke our embrace and began to kiss his way down my neck to my chest, finding my taut nipples with his lips, biting each one gently before making his way down to my belly button. I was on my back now, fully into what was about to happen, accepting his direction. He stopped when his tongue teased my soft skin above my belt buckle, returning to kiss my lips again. In an instant, he rolled me on top of him.

I took the cue and replicated his moves. When I reached his belly button, a dark streak of soft hairs disappeared into his jeans. I was now on automatic of sorts, and as I unbuckled and unzipped his jeans, he did not resist, and lifted up enough for me to slide his jeans down to his ankles, his thin but muscular legs covered with dark hair, leading up to a pair of lime green bikinis that encased his manhood, thick and fairly long, parallel to the waistband. A noticeable half dollar sized wet spot had formed at the tip, which caused my wet spot to grow in my own briefs. A full sack promised two nice sized balls and I so badly wanted them in my mouth. I was ready to kiss the outer fabric of the bikinis from those balls to the head of his dick, but as he kicked of his jeans, he pulled me back as our lips once again met.

Before I knew it, he was on top of me, our dicks separated only by the damp fabric of our underwear.

"Te quiero" he whispered in my ear, and I knew that he wanted me just as badly as I wanted him now. "Al mismo tiempo, verdad?" and we moved towards each other, removing the remaining barriers at the same time.

I took his natural dick into my mouth as he took mine into his. As I swirled my tongue around the opening in his foreskin, the slipperiness flooded me, its taste sweet. Expertly, he did the same. I could sense that he wasn't going to last long; he sensed the same in me. We stopped to kiss again, tasting each other, then returned to what we both so desired.

This went on for several minutes, perhaps fifteen, twenty minutes? I would have been willing to let him in me, but he made no move, so I didn't either. It was just too good what was going on to break away.

As I felt him grow, I knew it was time. This made me super horny to explode. Cristian was ready and went for it. I thought he might pull off, but instead he took me deep in his mouth as I exploded down his eager throat, which in turn caused him to push himself deep into my mouth.

Thankfully I'd done this with Parker several times before, so as Cristian unleashed jet after jet down my throat, I took every spasm without choking. It felt like he pumped a gallon in me, the last jet flooded my mouth as he pulled out giving me a chance to catch my breath.

He was now licking me, taking every little last bit into his mouth. I'd done the same and then collapsed on the bed, just held him, admiring his throbbing uncut dick and thick, dark bush and hairy sack. The musk of his manhood was intoxicating -- it's scent both one of a deodorant soap I'd never smelled and the smell of sex -- that had me wanting him again.

He was still hard, as was I, and as I buried my nose into his hairy sack, I licked and sucked each nut the best that I could. Still a bit sensitive, he giggled and grabbed me by my armpits and pulled me up to him.

Our lips and tongues met again, the taste of our juices intermingled again as our cocks touched each other, causing our tongues to go deeper into each other's mouths.

And so finally after the second time, which lasted close to an hour came to a climax, Cristian realized that it was close to two o'clock in the morning and whispered that we'd probably ought to head back to the party. For the moment I'd forgotten about the party, and had a fearful look on my face, but Cristian reassured me that it would still be going on, and not to worry about my family, that Nico probably had told my mom not to wait for me. We returned to the party close to two thirty, and just as Cristian had predicted, the party on the terrace was still going strong. Nico just smiled and waved when he saw Cristian and me return.

Not too much time had passed when Javy and one of the cute Mexican girls that he had been dancing with also returned. They were kissing a lot and were dancing again. She had a look in her eyes as she gazed into Javy's eyes, a look that made me wonder just how far they'd gone.

All I knew was that it had been an incredible night with Cristian. As we continued to dance to the music, song after song, the DJ told us the last two songs -- both slow songs would be the last. We held each other tight, and we were both hard again as we danced so close. I laid my head on his shoulder, he kissed my neck as we danced in the shadows away from the rest. I didn't want this night to end. But as the song ended, our lips found each other again. The faint taste of each other was still present, reminding us of the music we made together for nearly two hours in his bedroom.

As our lips broke away from one more passionate kiss, he thanked me for a wonderful night; I also thanked him and asked if we'd see each other again. He winked and said he hoped that we'd see each other again. We walked together down the stairs, embracing one more time, one more kiss before he whispered "Buenas Noches, amor" in my ear. Fighting back tears, I said the same, and just like that, he walked around the corner of the house and disappeared into the night.

My mind was spinning, my thirst was not yet quenched. I wanted to follow him but knew it would be a mistake. So when Javy and Nico walked out of the house, I was relieved that we were now heading back to Nico's house. No words were spoken, but as we got back to Nico's house, Javy and I went to our room, told Nico "Buenas Noches" and both went to our respective beds, stripped down to our underwear, and quickly crawled into bed.

"What a night, primo." Javy spoke first. He was not cocky, was not bragging, but the events of his evening unfolded before me. "I now know something for sure, primo."

"What is that?" I asked, almost falling asleep.

He spoke with sincerity in his voice. "No offense bro, okay? You're still my primo, my bro, and I love you man, for you being you. But I now know that I'm definitely not gay." With a sigh and a sense of relief in his voice he gave me the news. "I lost my virginity tonight with Sofia, and we did it seven times. It was incredible. And eating pussy is really, really good!" With that, he gave a little laugh and fell asleep.

Something about Javy's news made me smile. Maybe now my primo and me would be like we were when we were boys once again. Despite Javy's wonderful news, I couldn't get Cristian off my mind, and as I fell asleep, his infectious smile and mesmerizing deep dark brown eyes were now permanently etched in my brain.

I woke up to the sound of my mom knocking on the arched brown wooden door that we'd closed before we'd gone to bed earlier in the wee hours of the morning. Looking at my phone I'd realized that it was nearly ten am.

"Ninos!" She said loudly so we were certain to hear her. "Ya, es tiempo a despertarse." Time to get up. Crap. I was so very tired, but I looked over at Javy and he was already awake, sitting on the side of his bed, his erection visible in his white soccer shorts that he slept in.

"Aye primo. Mi Tia will not let us sleep. Por que?" I explained to him that I wasn't sure why my mom wouldn't let us sleep. But I could tell that Javy was smiling and happy about losing his virginity last night to the girl named Sofia. I asked him why the smile.

"You know, guey! Seven times! And she even sucked on my dick before she let me fuck her the first time. Oh my god, cabron! Pussy feels so good on the verga! You gotta try it at least once bro!"

I nodded my head and didn't say anything, but then Javy noticed that I had a smirk on my face as well.

"Wait, bro. Did you and that guy you were with..." I nodded my head and told him that yes, Cristian and I hooked up.

"Cabron! Whoa! He is cute and was he, you know, hot? Good?" I just nodded, not really feeling threatened or anything, just tired and getting horny again thinking about Cristian's tanned, hard body. We were going to continue the conversation about our conquests of the previous night, but then Javy's mom opened the door to nearly see Javy naked with his dick pointing straight up while he changed into clean underwear, but thankfully Javy pulled his shirt on and down far enough to hide his stuff.

"Mama!" You need to knock first! We're coming down for breakfast now! Geez mama! I fell back on my bed laughing at the idea that my Tia almost saw Javy's big dick.

We got dressed, headed down for breakfast, ate quickly and joined the family as we quickly got in the family van and headed out to explore more of Mexico.

The day went by quickly. We had driven to another town about an hour away and spent the day doing the usual stuff, eating food from street vendors, then checking out the square in the middle of town, looking at and buying stuff from the market. Soon it was time to go back to my Tia's house and all I could think about was trying to find Cristian again. I had forgotten to get his cell number so we could at least text each other. I was surprised to find that he'd been by my Tia's house looking for me earlier in the afternoon. Not only was I surprised, but Javy found out that Sofia had stopped by to see if he was home and asked Tia when he'd be home.

Honestly, I was quite surprised how Javy had changed just by having sex with a girl. But all day long he was super nice to me, never called me a cabron once, and never hinted at all about wanting to do me at night like he'd done before.

So after dinner Cristian stopped by again and Mom gave me permission to go with him to explore the city. He showed me a lot of cool places and then just after sun down when we rode the trolley car from the ridge where Pipila was located back down to the block near Roberto's house, he asked if I wanted to come back to his house. I texted my mom and she did give me permission, telling me to be home by ten pm, since we had to get up early for the drive back to San Miguel to my Abuelita's house in the morning . Quickly the fading daylight turned to darkness and the streets were illuminated by the street lights and the strings of white lights that adorned nearly every terrace of every home along the street leading up to Cristian's house.

I was surprised to find out that his parents were not home and even more surprised to learn that they would not be home until the next morning. You can only guess where we went and what we did, right?

Yup, pretty much a command performance of the previous night's fun. Except this time we got totally naked and spent an hour or so in his bed making out: kissing, hugging, touching, sucking each other and then after he licked me you know where, I was so horny that I let him be inside of me.

It was amazing.

I can't tell you just how it was different than it was before with Javy, Dylan, or even Parker, but it was amazing and wonderful. When he came close to finishing in me, I erupted just before he did in one of the most intense orgasms I've had. It's just like he did something to me, that I can't explain.

Looking back now at that moment and the whole time with Cristian I think it was like from the moment I saw him, I was so attracted to him physically that I didn't think at first he'd be like me, but then after meeting him and realizing he IS like me, made the entire experience that much better?

When we were exhausted and were laying in his bed with him caressing me, a huge sad feeling enveloped me, and I almost began to cry.

The realization that my time with Cristian was going to end by morning and the thought that I might not see him again brought tears to my eyes. In Spanish, he spoke.

"What's wrong, Angel? Are you okay? Did I not please you?"

I gathered my composure then spoke. "I'm just sad that this might be the last time I'll ever see you. The past two nights together have been....magical to say the least. I'm really going to miss you." He nodded his head, gathered his thoughts while touching my chest, drawing invisible line from my abs to my nipples and my chin, where he pulled me to him and we kissed.

"I know, I feel the same way, sad to see you go. But I understand the reality, and know that our time together was, um, magical and we'll have that to hold onto for always, forever. If it is our destiny, someday we'll find ourselves together again. Plus, you have your wonderful boyfriend Parker at home in the States. I can see from the pictures of you together with him. He loves you, it's easy to tell. Don't let go of him. What you have is special. You agree?"

I nodded my head, thinking of Parker for the first time in the last twenty four hours. I couldn't stop the tears though, and as Cristian held me, kissing my cheeks, caressing my shoulders I realized he was right, and if it was meant to be for him and me to cross paths again, so be it.

My tears dried, we dressed and soon were walking on the quiet street towards my Tia's house. When we finally approached the door to the house, Cristian and I embraced for one more time. He whispered in my ear in Spanish again that he enjoyed his time with me, wished me the best and told me that he'd never forget me and that we should keep in contact. At least he gave his Snapchat and Insta info and his number so we could text and keep in touch. After a long, sensuous kiss that left me rock hard and leaking, we broke our embrace. Fighting back tears, I smiled, and we both told each other "Hasta Luego" instead of "Adios". As I watched him walk away, I could hear him sobbing, which caused the tears to flow from my eyes.

Not long after I got back to my room and gathered my composure, Javy returned home from an evening spent with Sofia. This time, he said, they only did it four times, with him also getting a blow job from her while he licked her until she came once as well. We showered separately and then as we crawled into our twin beds, Javy spoke.

"So that was quite an incident at Dylan's birthday party, huh?" I agreed with him that it was, still in disbelief of the events that unfolded that night and the fallout from those events that took place that night and the several nights before at previous parties and sleepovers with Dylan. I had put it out of my mind, or at least I tried to put it out of my mind. The trip here to Mexico was a great diversion since I'd not thought about it until Javy brought it up. A few moments of silence passed as we both were thinking about what happened. Javy spoke again.

"I've never seen Chase so upset, have you?" he asked, bringing up more of the details that I'd tried to put out of my mind.

"No, I haven't. But after all, Dylan should have not done what he did to Noah. I don't care if Noah is gay or not." I was drifting in and out of sleep and really didn't want to talk about the birthday party, but Javy began talking more about the events leading up to that night.

"Carter, I just want to tell you that I'm very sorry for all that happened between us when I was hanging around with Dylan. I didn't realize that Dylan was the way he was -- I mean I thought it was just stuff that guys on the team did, especially with Isaac involved. You know? I know what we did before and what you and I did over the summer. I just hope you never felt like I, um, you know, like that I took advantage of you?"

Now I was waking up and suddenly began to feel pensive about the times that Javy and I messed around. I was trying to make sense of it, wondering why now? Why was he trying to be so... apologetic? So I asked.

"Why now, Javy? Why are you apologizing and feeling this way? Are you worried that I might tell my mom about what we've done, and that your papa will find out, especially after what happened when we got caught the first time we were in your room and your dad found us?"

Silence filled the room for a few minutes, then Javy started talking in a low voice, almost a whisper.

"Primo, si, I am afraid, tengo miedo, that you will go to your mom, especially now that Dylan got busted. I don't want you to think I was like him, you know, and what he did to you guys."

"Mira," I told him. "Look, cabron. You're familia, family. I could have stopped you and ratted you out after the first time we got together after that time that you got busted by tu papa. But what happened with us was different. Had I told you to stop, that I didn't want to mess around like that again, you would have stopped, right?"

"Si, primo." He replied in a serious tone of voice.

"Okay, so that's why I didn't go to your dad or to my mom. If I felt you would have acted like him, then I might have. But honestly cabron, for the most part I liked it. The difference is that it IS what I like and what I am, gay. Obviously now you know you're not, verdad?, true?"

"Verdad. It's true, you're right. What do you think will happen to Dylan?" he asked, shifting the conversation back to the fate of my biker boy.

I sighed. The fate of Dylan had yet to be decided, and no one had texted me to let me know what had been going since it was the holidays and all. Maybe when we got back from Christmas break we'd find out. I didn't want to speculate, since out of fairness to the others it would not have been good to spread rumors. It just wasn't my way. And as much as I hated to admit it, I still had feelings for Dylan, and would always wonder what might have been. I sighed again, this time deeply.

"Quien sabe. I really don't know. I guess we'll have to leave it up to whatever his parents decide to do. What do you think will happen?"

"No se tampoco. I really don't know either." Javy yawned a long, deep, tired yawn.

It wasn't long after that last thought by Javy that we both drifted off to sleep.

My sleep was dreamless. I was tired from being out late the last two nights with Cristian, a tiredness I gladly embraced. But my body was tired and relished the good night of sleep.

We both were woken up by my mom telling us it was time to get dressed and come downstairs for breakfast. So in silence we dressed, used the bathroom and were soon eating gorditas and drinking freshly squeezed orange juice. Nico had come down for breakfast as well, and after we'd eaten he came over to talk with me, in Spanish of course.

"Buenos dias, Angel. Como estas?"

"Buenos dias, Nico. Estoy bien, y tu?" he told me that he was doing well and made sure that he got up in time to say good bye to us before we headed back to San Miguel.

I knew he was going to ask me about my time with Cristian, and sure enough, I was right.

"So how did you and Cristian get along? He is a nice young man, right?"

"Oh yes, Cristian and I are good friends now. Thanks for introducing him to me. We have a lot in common," and I whispered close to Nico's ear "and I think he's really cute! I wish that we weren't leaving today because I'd love to spend more time with him." Once again I found myself on the verge of tears.

"That's awesome, primo. Well you'll be happy to know that Cristian really likes you too, and he's also very sad that you're leaving today. Did you guys, you know... I mean, oh I'm sorry, it's none of my business."

I blushed and told Nico that it was okay. In fact I did wink at him, so he knew that Cristian and I had obviously done something sexual together.

"He told me you guys were together and he enjoyed being with you. He said you're super cute and he'd love to be your boyfriend."

"Aw, well if I lived here, I'd love to be his boyfriend too, but we both know the reality of the way our lives are, and unfortunately I have to leave today to go back to San Miguel, and then in a couple of days we head back home to the States."

We talked for a few minutes more before my Tia walked in to see what Nico and I were doing. Several minutes later, we were saying our good-byes, and after shedding a few tears and promising to return again soon, we were on our way out of Guanajuato.

Later that morning I got a text from Cristian, complete with a picture of him smiling and waving good bye to me. The pain of leaving him hit me hard, and the rest of the day at my abuelito's house, I just laid around inside in the air conditioning while everyone else was in the garden chatting and drinking. My abuelita asked me if I was not feeling well and I simply told her that I was tired from having too much fun in Guanajuato. That wasn't too far from the truth.

In the early afternoon, Javy came in the house to see how I was doing. Apparently he was quite smitten with Sofia and was also feeling quite sad that he wouldn't be seeing her and getting a steady diet of panocha from her anymore. At least he no longer had the desire to turn to me.

On the bright side, I did facetime with Parker. We hadn't talked to each other in almost five days, so I'd assumed he'd been having a good time at Disney. He seemed to be a little apprehensive to say much about what he'd been doing there and when I pressed him for more information, he didn't really have much to say. I wrote it off as being a bad connection or something like that. We both agreed that we couldn't wait to see each other again and that we might even be at the airport at the same time in a few days.

And so my last two days in Mexico were spent just relaxing and spending time with my abuelitos. Javy and his parents left the next morning after we returned to San Miguel. Since they drove, their trip would be much longer than ours. As much as I didn't want to spend time with Javy, what did happen that night on the rooftop of Roberto's house did change Javy and the rest of the time he was actually quite nice to me, and I must admit I hated to see him leave.

Now with extra time and nothing to do on that last day, I just sat in the sun at the Jardin (garden in the center of town) watching people come and go, all the while wishing that one of them would be Cristian. No luck though or at least no luck with any other cute guy that would swoop down and pick me up for an afternoon of fun. After spending the day feeling somewhat sad and almost on the verge of tears, I did enjoy dinner with my abuelitos, tios and tias, and my younger cousins. I tried to be happy, but the sadness kept creeping in like the clouds that had gathered on the western horizon, threatening to rain overnight. I enjoyed the last night of walking to the Jardin in just a sweatshirt. My heart nearly skipped a beat when I saw a guy who I thought for sure was Cristian, but then his girlfriend emerged from the small store in which he was standing by the entrance, and the two walked off in each other's arms.

The following late afternoon we arrived on time at the airport, and after waiting about a half hour or so, we were now strapped into our seats and ready for the four hour flight back to Chicago. As the regional jet was pushed back from the terminal and the engines roared to life, I looked out of the window back at the terminal and the surrounding area wishing that I could stay here indefinitely. But I knew that wouldn't be the case, so as the jet gathered speed, and took flight, I watched the ground going further and further away until we were enveloped in the clouds. I could hardly keep my eyes open and by the time we'd reaching cruising altitude, my eyes could not stay open any longer and I drifted off to sleep.

Mom woke me up a few hours later when we were close to landing, and before we knew it our flight was over. We got our bags, cleared customs, found the bus back to Rockford, and soon were walking through the side door of the house just before the clock flipped over to twelve o'clock in the morning.

So yeah, here it is Sunday, January second, 2022. Tomorrow school starts again. Ugh. I suppose I'm ready. Ready to see my friends, get back to the grind of it all. Swimming will soon start, which I am so excited about. It's going to be nice to see Big T again. I'm so happy that he got involved in working out and weight lifting. I'm really looking forward to spending tomorrow night with Parker. Mom starts working tomorrow evening again, and she did okay Parker coming over for a little while.

As I lay on my bed getting ready to fall asleep, I can't help but look through my phone at the pictures I've taken in the past year. Recently, of course all of the pictures with family and new friends, especially Nico and Cristian. The pic with me and Cristian together is special and will remind me of him and the great time we had at the party at Roberto's house. Then there are all of the pictures with me and Parker. I really do miss him and look forward to being with him tomorrow night. There are pictures of me and Javy; me and the guys we met in San Antonio, pictures of me and Wyatt; me and Mom, and finally pictures of the first night I stayed over at Dylan's house. And more pictures of Dylan and me.

Dylan.

I feel like crying again.

So in case you're wondering what happened at Dylan's eighteenth birthday party, here's what I know.

Parker, Wyatt, and myself had devised a plan to get even with Dylan for what he'd done to Wyatt, me, and whomever else he messed around with, and forcing himself onto whomever he felt like hurting calling them the name of his dead brother, Dayne.

So the plan was for Wyatt to get Dylan convinced to go into Dayne's room. There we would be hiding and waiting for them to start making out, or at least Dylan getting naked. Then, Parker and I would essentially tackle Dylan, tie him up and then use him the way he used us. See, we figured that Dylan had never been fucked before, so we would use him hard and let him know how we felt being used by him.

Why is it that even the best plans never seem to work? Or should I say that it was almost as if we showed up late to the party?

When we got to the party, Most everyone was there. For some reason, we saw Noah and Dylan head off towards Dylan's room. We didn't get a chance to say hello to either one. Instead, we mingled with the crowd, found Javy, talked with him. We avoided Isaac, but of course the three of us talked to Chase, me in particular because I wanted to know about swim practice.

We had been talking for about a half hour or maybe less when suddenly Noah came out to the living room. He had been crying and looked like his sweater and jeans were hastily put on. With tears in his eyes, his hands quivering, he pulled Chase and the two went off into another room. Moments later Noah could be heard begging Chase to not do something, but it was too late.

What happened next, happened quickly. Chase came storming out of the small room into the living room looking for Dylan.

Dylan had just come down the hallway from his or Dayne's room at the same time his parents came through the door to the garage.

Chase started yelling at Dylan as to why he felt he had the right to hurt Noah.

Dylan of course denied it, but as Chase got in Dylan's face, Dylan once again denied doing anything to Noah. Chase was furious, yelling at him "I told you not to touch my brother!"

Dylan's parents were now wondering what was going on.

Chase yelled at Dylan "TELL THEM WHAT YOU'VE DONE. TELL them before I do!" You've done this to more than just my brother, haven't you?! WHO else? Carter? Parker? WYATT for god's sake? What is wrong with you, Collins?"

Dylan kept denying everything. Now was our chance to speak our minds. I was ready to speak up when Chase exploded. "DAMNIT DYLAN! You're my best friend. I know your secret about what really happened to Dayne. I'm not covering for your ass anymore. You're not right at all!"

They were starting to push and shove each other when Chase threw the first punch, a right fist that landed squarely in Dylan's jaw. A second shot was thrown into his stomach, doubling him over.

There was a flurry of fists flying, and before Mr. Collins could break the two boys up, Chase landed a punch that broke Dylan's nose, sending blood flying all over the wall.

Finally Mr. Collins was successful in breaking the two of them up. Chase then proceeded to tell him what had been happening at the parties and over the summer. He told him about Halloween and other parties as well.

Mrs. Collins was in tears, crying her eyes out. Then I heard my name and Wyatt's called by Mr. Collins. When we got to him, Dylan was already in the fetal position on the floor in the hallway, bawling and sobbing like a little child.

When the dust from the fight between Chase and Dylan finally settled, everyone at the party was asked to leave. The next hour was extremely difficult to endure, but finally Mr. Collins apologized to us and told us that there would be severe punishment handed down to Dylan and that we would be taken care of for anything we endured from Dylan. No more details were shared.

So yeah, that's all I know. I've tried to text Dylan but do not get an answer. I've texted Chase a couple of times since and ask how him and Noah are doing, but all he says is that "we're doing fine, can't wait to see you back at school on the third."

I haven't heard anything from Dylan's parents, and I don't think my mom has either. I talked to Javy, but he hasn't heard anything from Dylan -- or Isaac -- about what happened.

I do worry about him. I miss him and hope he's doing okay. We all know what he did to us was wrong, but somehow I can't help but think that he did really like me, and I know I really liked him. From the moment I met him after his bike accident to the times we spent at his house and at my house, he truly was my first obsession and the first boy I had a serious crush on.

All I can do is hope and pray he's doing fine and gets the help he needs.

So for now, it's back to school tomorrow. I'm looking forward to the second half of school and being with Parker. I am certainly excited about our future and am hoping that the second half of my freshman year will be a good one.