Carter and the Biker Boy

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Carter and the Biker Boy

Chapter 38

I was faced with a big decision. It was big for me because on the one hand I could go on vacation to Colorado with my boyfriend for a week camping and backpacking. On the other hand, I would keep my promise to John to help him work on the fixer-upper home he bought to renovate during the summer.

So I waited until Mom came home from work that Monday afternoon to ask her opinion. In the meantime, I did go with John to see the house he was buying. He was all excited about starting the renovation project and was even more excited knowing that I had committed to helping him.

"This is going to be a great learning experience for you, Carter. In fact I'm really looking forward to you helping me so I can get this job done quicker. My target goal date for finishing the house and getting it on the market is going to be August first. Then that will give us enough time to do some camping again, that is providing you still would want to go again with us?" John smiled and winked at me as he asked the question.

"Sure!" I'm looking forward to helping you as well. I've kind of thought about how it might be doing a remodeling job. But I have to warn you, I'm not very well versed with using a hammer, if that's okay?" I kind of put both palms of my hand up next to my head as if to say: `are you SURE you want to hire me?' but my fears were once again calmed when John responded to my warning for him.

"Look Carter, I'm more than patient enough to teach you the things you'll need to know to help me on the house. And don't think that I'll expect you to cut complicated geometric pieces of plywood on your first day. Sometimes just having someone there to hold a piece in place, hand me a tool, or simply pick up scrap pieces of wood off the floor makes a huge difference. You have a good work ethic -- whether you know it or not -- I've seen it in your homework in class, the way you were in your swim meets, and running track. You're going to be fine. So don't worry, okay?"

I felt a relief come over me and did feel better about helping John. But I still had to make the choice of going to Colorado with Parker or working with John. So as soon as Mom came home and dinner was over, we decided to go for a walk to Martin Park, where we sat on a park bench near the river's edge watching the boats go by. It was a beautiful late spring evening, and the park was alive with people riding bikes, walking, running, and of course boating on by us. I realized that this was one of the few times that Mom and I had a chance to sit and talk, just the two of us. So you can imagine that our conversation was going to be a good one.

"So amor, tell me about your day with John. How did it go?" Mom asked as soon as we sat down on the bench.

"It was good, Mama. I'm excited to be working for him and having the opportunity to learn about working on a house! He reassured me that he will be patient with me because I told him I don't really know how to even swing a hammer, let alone know what a wrench or screwdriver thingy really is. I hope I don't disappoint him or mess something up really bad, so he breaks up with you." I really was worried about that, but Mom put my fears to rest.

"Angel. John and I talked about you helping him before you went on the camping trip with him and Jake. He had an idea he was going to get the house to renovate when he first asked you about doing odd jobs with him. I told him that you really didn't have any experience, but he was fine with that. He really does like you, and Jake does too. You will be fine."

"Gracias, Mama. I am looking forward to learning from him. I already know that he's a great teacher, so if he is the same way working on a house as he is in the classroom, it's going to be so cool."

We talked about a few other things related to her job, and she told me about some of her co-workers that I didn't know, and the conversation started drifting away from the subject of working with John. She did tell me about how my abuelitos were once again going to the spend the summer in Mexico. We also talked about Javy, my Tio Javier, and finally about me and Parker. So it was a great segue to present the quandary I was in with Parker and Colorado.

"Parker is doing well. He went on the run this morning with T and me." I told Mom.

"What is his family going to do this summer?" She responded, leaving the door wide open to ask her opinion.

"Well, he told me that in a week he and his dad are going to on a week-long backpacking/hiking/camping trip in Rocky Mountain National Park. They invited me along too and I'd really like to go..." and before I could say but, Mom interrupted.

"Mi amor, you already committed to helping John."

"I know Mama, but it's Colorado, Parker, and camping!" I knew from her first response that she would advise me to not to go with Parker.

"Angel. John is giving you this opportunity to work with him and make some money. You're going to get your license soon and then you're going to want a car. Trust me, the money you make will go fast, so it will be best to work all you can with John. He is counting on you to help him." I nodded my head, and knew she was right.

"Okay, I will tell Parker that I can't go." I hung my head down for a few minutes, then stared out at a couple of boys my age who were riding red and white colored jet skis down the river about forty feet from the shore line. I thought it must be cool to have the money to afford something as cool as a jet ski. Mom sensed that I was staring at the boys, and her comment almost made me laugh.

"Cute boys on jet skis, I bet you'd like to be riding on the back with them?" she leaned over to almost whisper to me, as if there were people next to us that could her our conversation.

"Mama! No es cierto! You know that's not true! I mean, yeah, the first one was kind of cute, but No! Tengo my novio! Parker is my boyfriend; I can't do that to him!"

"Just checking, mi amor." We both laughed and agreed it was time to start the two block walk back home. I had been thinking about the camping trip over the weekend and what John had mentioned about Mom going with us in August. So I thought I'd ask her about it.

"John mentioned that he'd like all of us to go camping up to Wildcat Mountain State Park again in August. Did you know that?"

"Si, he and I did talk about it, and yes, I would love to go with you boys. He said you really enjoyed it up there and loved going camping."

"Yes, Mama, it was a blast. I think it would be so fun for all four of us to go." Mom agreed, and the remainder of our walk was happy.

When I got home, Mom got ready for bed, as once again she had to get up early. I did text Parker to let him know that I would not be able to go with him:

< Mom and I talked about Colorado.

< Okay, what did she say.

< That it's up to me, but I did commit to helping John.

< So?

< (Sad emoji face) I decided it's best to stay and work with John.

< (Crying emoji face) I figured that would be your answer.

< I know, it sucks. I'm sorry mi amor.

Several minutes passed before he answered back. I was starting to get nervous.

< It's okay. I still love you and we still have a week to be together. But we leave on Friday.

< oh no, that means you'll miss Chase's graduation party...

< crap. you still going?

< yeah, probably since he was the captain of the swim team. I kinda hafta go.

< yeah. Take pics. Text me. Hopefully I'll have service in the mtns.

< I hope so too! (heart emoji)

< Run in the morning with T?

< Yup, you?

< Yup. See ya in the morn.

< K. (Three heart kissing emojis)

< Love you! (hearts emojis, kissing emojis)

At least Parker was cool about it and understood why I had to help John. I laid in bed for a while thinking about it and about how I'd miss being with Parker and his dad. Tears began to form as I found myself being emotional -- knowing that I'd miss spending time doing what now is so much fun -- being in nature and being with my boyfriend. At least we still have the week ahead before he leaves for Colorado with his dad.

The week before Parker left for Colorado settled into a nice routine and would set the tone for most of the weeks during the summer. My morning started early, with T and Parker meeting me at my house around six o'clock in the morning for our morning run. Each morning we'd run up to the Forest Preserve district office and back, stopping for a water break at the park bench where T and I stopped on one of our first runs.

The really cool thing was that as our early morning runs continued, T started to get stronger as the summer wore on. Both Parker and I could feel as if we were getting stronger and faster as well. In fact, the three of us decided to start timing our daily run. Parker and I each shaved close to five minutes off our time in the first couple of weeks, T saw a two minute reduction. By the end of the summer, we were almost ten minutes faster. It was an amazing transformation in all three of us. After we finished our first morning run of the week on the day I started to work with John, T and Parker both went home. I showered and waited for John to pick me up to go to work on the renovation project. That first week was crazy. I was so nervous, since I had no idea what John was going to have me do. I remember walking into the house and thinking that John really bought a dump.

The kitchen was horrible. With mustard yellow colored walls and some fake green tile board halfway up the wall, the cabinets and counter tops matched the green tile and were filthy. There were boxes of cereal, soups, crackers, and chips that were left in the wall cabinets. Coffee cups, broken dishes, and dirty bowls in the sink; cans of soup that had long since expired were also in the cabinets. The vinyl flooring was torn in several places, and the lighting was so dim it was hard to see anything in the kitchen or hallway leading to the bathroom and bedrooms.

The living room was just as bad as the kitchen. The front door was broken, one of the windows was cracked. The carpet was dirty, stained and torn in several places. There was even a hole in the wall!

Believe it or not, the bathroom was worse than both the kitchen and living room combined. The toilet was covered with some really nasty stuff. The white porcelain tub had rust stains under the faucet and the porcelain had been chipped off in several spots. Mold was on the ceiling and walls just above the tub, and there was a bird's nest between the open window and screen. I screamed when the bird flew out.

The basement was scary. The people left garbage bags full of clothes and junk in one corner. There were boxes of more junk in another corner. The laundry area and what may have been a family room both had wood paneling that was loose from the studs, and the pink shag carpeting was soaked in water, my shoes made squishing sounds as I walked over to look at one of the boxes of toys in the corner of the family room. Honestly, the carpet smelled like dog crap.

I thought maybe the yard and the garage might be better, but nope. There was no room for anything in the garage, as more boxes and garbage bags were strewn about the garage floor. The back yard was over grown with bushes and shrubs, and the grass hadn't been mowed at all. I really wondered what John was thinking when he rushed to buy this house, so I asked him what he thought about the house.

"Well buddy, the first thing you need to do when looking at a house like this is to talk to someone who can give you a good assessment of a house in this condition. I have a friend who does home inspections and he told me that despite the rough condition of this house, the foundation, structure, and roof of the house, along with the electrical, plumbing, roof, and heating system, are mostly in good condition. So if I can patch the hole in the wall in the living room, remodel the kitchen and bath, as well as clean everything up and get rid of the trash, I think you'll start to see the diamond in the rough. Believe it or not, but I've actually bought houses in worse conditions than this house."

John pulled his phone out and showed me pictures of a house that did indeed look worse than this house. The before pictures were terrible. When he showed me the after pictures, I couldn't believe the transformation.

"Wow, that's amazing! So do you have a plan already in mind for this house?" I asked.

"I do, and I think you'll agree once you see how the project progresses." John explained as we gazed out into the jungle-like backyard. "First, we'll concentrate on emptying everything out of the house, basement, and the garage. I've got a rented dumpster showing up within the hour. Once we've emptied the junk out of the house, then we'll gut the kitchen and the bathroom. Then we'll gut the basement and remove anything that's damaged or old from the house. That means carpeting, bad flooring, etc. We'll work from one room to the next." Clearly, John had a plan.

"How long will all of THAT take?" I asked, figuring maybe by the fourth of July we'd get the house emptied. He had mentioned to me that he wanted to have the house done by the time the meteor shower was going to pass through in mid-August. I had my doubts.

"We will have the house emptied of the junk by tomorrow; the kitchen and bathroom will be gutted by the end of the week." My eyes must have been wide open in disbelief because John quickly responded. "What? You don't believe me, buddy?"

"I -- I guess so, I mean it sure looks like a lot of junk and stuff to haul out of the house." Yes, I was skeptical.

"Fear not. We will get it done." John just smiled, as the sound of a big truck pulled on to the street and stopped in front of the house. On the back of the truck was a huge container looking thing that I'm guessing was the dumpster. The work was about to begin.

A day and a half later, we finished throwing the last bit of junk from the garage into the dumpster. The junk we hauled out of the house was unbelievable. I couldn't believe that there could be that much junk in one house! By the time we'd thrown the last bag in the dumpster, it was close to being halfway full.

So here's the crazy thing. At first John told me not to worry about opening any of the bags. But as I was bringing a rather heavy bag up from the basement, which happened to be one of the last bags in the bottom of the pile, there was as a sharp object, that turned out to be a hunting knife of sorts, in the bag that did not have a sheath over it. So of course I was walking up the stairs when the knife ripped open the bottom of the bag, spilling its entire contents on the steps. Once again the other contents in the bag didn't seem to have anything important in it, with the lone exception being an old red Folger's Coffee can. When it hit the bottom step, the lid popped off and the contents spilled out onto the basement floor. As soon as I heard the unmistakable sound of money falling on the ground, my head turned around immediately, and I ran back down the stairs to see how much fell out. There were half dollars, quarters, a few silver dollars, and a roll of bills that had to be two inches thick!

"John! Can you come here? You have to see this!" I yelled out to John as soon as I heard his footsteps on the floor above me.

"Yeah? What happened? The bag..." His eyes opened as wide as could be, his mouth dropped open in disbelief. "Oh my gosh, buddy, what did you find?"

I told him what happened, and so we gathered the money back up and put it all in the can. He then took it up and put it in his car.

At the end of the day when we'd locked the house up, closed the garage and were driving away, John told me that he'd never found anything like the can in a house project before. We stopped at his house first since Mom wasn't going to be home for another hour. After washing our hands, John gave me a bottle of water and we sat down at his small kitchen table.

"Let's see how much money is in this can, shall we?" John asked and I agreed.

First, we separated the coins into dollar amounts and made piles: Four quarters, two half dollars, and five silver dollar piles. In total, there was eighty-five dollars in quarters, thirty-five dollars in half dollars, and seventy-five dollars in silver dollars! As John unrolled the bills, in disbelief John separated the bills into piles. There was almost Seventeen hundred and fifty dollars in the roll of money! John was speechless and was grinning from ear to ear! He was so happy that as he counted out the ten one hundred dollar bills, he handed me one, asking me if I'd ever seen one before.

"No, I have never seen a one hundred dollar bill, let alone held one." I told him.

"Well, consider this an advance on your first paycheck, buddy. If that bag had not broken, that money would have just been thrown in the dumpster to be buried forever. Now I have enough cash to pay for some of the supplies I need for the kitchen! Thank you so much, Carter for breaking that bag!"

When I got home I raced into the house to tell Mom. John came in too and we all agreed that probably the first thing we should do tomorrow is to climb into the dumpster and open all of the bags and search for more money!

So of course the first thing we did the next morning after John picked me up was to look through a few of the garbage bags we'd thrown in the dumpster from the basement. But after about an hour of looking and breaking open several of the bags, we found no more cans of money. John called the search off, and despite my desire to keep looking, we felt that our energies would be best spent working on the house.

Since it was already Thursday and we'd already cleaned all of the junk out of the house and garage, it was now time to do some demolition work in the kitchen and bathroom. John told me that he had planned to finish the demo work by early Friday afternoon, since he had plans with Jake, and wanted to give me the afternoon off to spend with Parker before he left for Colorado with his dad.

Standing in the kitchen and looking at the cabinets, John handed me a thing he called a pry bar and a hammer. I had already put on the pair of leather gloves he'd given me, along with a pair of safety glasses.

"Remember buddy, safety is always the main thing to consider when doing this sort of work. I don't want you to get hurt, so always think ahead of what your actions might cause. Yes, it's easy to just start swinging at things in here, but if you're standing on the ladder prying on the wall cabinet and it suddenly breaks loose, falls down, and knocks you off the ladder in the process, you can easily hit your head. Understand?" he concluded, speaking in a matter of fact tone of voice.

"I think so, yes." I replied, still somewhat unsure of myself and what I should be doing. So I asked him how I should go about doing this action of tearing the cabinets down.

"Try to pull on the countertop. Does it lift off?"

I tried, and it did not.

"Okay, so now use the bar between the top and the side of the cabinet." I tried wedging it in, but it didn't work. "So use your hammer on the bent, smaller end of the bar to force it in." I tried that and it worked, sort of. "Okay, first though, to swing a hammer you have to hold it on the end farthest from the head of the hammer and swing it like a racquet ball racket."

Suddenly it dawned on me how to use a racquet ball racket. First swing of the hammer and I missed entirely and hit my hand instead, and it hurt like a... it hurt a lot! John smiled and then showed me how to do it. With skill and ease he swung the hammer like he'd been doing it for years. He showed me how to pry up the counter top as well. When he handed me my hammer and the bar, I did exactly as he had done, and it worked!

The cool thing was that he was so patient with me and didn't get upset at all, even when I swung the hammer and pretty much buried it in the wall as it slipped out of my hand. When he came back to check on me from working in the bathroom, he told me I was doing a great job and that he was proud of me for how well I was learning how to swing the hammer.

By the end of the day, I had successfully ripped out the old kitchen cabinets, sink, countertop, and even the fake green tiled paneling from the wall in the kitchen. John had finished removing everything from the bathroom, including the old tile floor and the old nasty toilet and tub. When we locked up the house at the end of the day, I felt like we'd really accomplished something good, and John told me so as we were driving back to my house.

"Buddy, you did a great job today. I am so happy at how well you learned to swing the hammer and use the pry bar. So since we finished today what we needed to finish by noon tomorrow, we will take tomorrow off. I will not be in town this weekend, as I promised to take Jake back up to Ontario biking on the Elroy-Sparta bike trail this weekend. I would love to invite you, but we're just taking our two man biking tent with us, and we're meeting up with two other guys and their sons that are in Jake's scouting troop. So you enjoy your weekend off, behave yourself, rest up, because I'll be ready to get back to work Monday morning at nine am. Okay?"

I nodded my head and told John that I hoped he and Jake had a fun weekend, and that I was enjoying helping him working on the house. I also told him I'd be ready Monday morning at nine.

As I told him good bye and walked toward the house, I realized how tired, dirty, and sweaty I really was. Turning to wave goodbye to John as he drove away, I smiled, then turned around and walked into the house. Mom had not yet returned from work, and suddenly I saw our house in a whole different light. There were some similarities to our house and the reno house. The idea of fixing our house up became something that would be cool to do, especially like replacing the worn carpet in the living room, the broken tile in the bathroom, and even maybe new countertops in the kitchen.

My phone buzzed as my thoughts wandered about the ideas of fixing up our house. It was a text from Chase.

< Hey Carter, just making sure you're still coming to my grad party Saturday at 6?

< Hi Chase, of course, I wouldn't miss it!

< Great, is Parker coming?

< Nope, he's leaving for Colorado tomorrow to go camping and hiking with his dad.

< Lucky him! Well Noah will be happy to see you.

< Cool, I'll be happy to see him too.

After about ten minutes after my last text Chase responded.

< Oh, have you heard from Caleb?

< I haven't, but I'll text him to see if he's coming too.

< Great! Love to see you both!

< Likewise.

Shortly after responding to Chase and before I could text Caleb, Parker texted me.

< hey babe, u home yet?

< si mi amor. Plans?

< to spend as much time with u as I can tonight!

< (huge smiley face emoji) yay!

< (huge smiley face emoji with tongue out) Oh yeah!

Since I stunk really bad of sweat, grime from the dirt in the house, and all, it was time to hop in the shower and get cleaned up before getting together with Parker. Quickly grabbing a clean pair of CK briefs, a white adidas t-shirt and blue Nike running shorts, I peeled off my sweaty gray work t-shirt, my old blue jeans, and white socks. I stared at my reflection in the mirror and couldn't believe how dirty I'd gotten working on the house! Lifting up my left arm the tuft of light colored hair in my pit seemed to be getting thicker, and as I leaned my head left to smell my pit the odor almost made me gag, but then I sniffed it a second time. Same with my right pit. Oddly enough, it reminded me of the way the Amish boy smelled.

Of course then I recalled the wet dream I'd had about him that Saturday night in the tent and I started to get hard. Yeah, it'd been almost four days since I'd been with Parker, so the urge was there to take care of business in the shower.

The hot water soothed my tired muscles, and the fresh scent of the body wash cleansed away the grime and odor from the hard work of the day. As I soaped myself, I resisted the urge to finish what my mind had started. Even though the vivid details of the dream with the Amish boy were still fresh in my mind, my only desire at this moment was to feel my boyfriends smooth, muscular body against mind.

Since Mom got home shortly after I got out of the shower, my plans were to eat dinner with her. Luckily, she'd stopped by Tio Javier's house and brought some Mexican food home for us to eat. Tia had made enchilada verdes along with some pozole and fresh homemade flour tortillas and red rice. We ate quickly, since Mom was going to meet up with some friends from work as they were going out to celebrate someone's birthday at one of the bars in town. Lucky for her, she didn't have to work Friday, so she would probably be out a little later than usual.

That was the case, and just before she left Parker rode up on his bike and said it was okay with his parents if he could spend the night. As soon as Mom kissed us both goodnight and left, we were in each other's arms, hugging, kissing and slowly walking arm in arm to my room.

This time instead of stripping down and hopping in my bed naked, we started -- by total accident -- with me taking his tee shirt off. I began kissing him, where we exchanged deep tongue kisses for a while, then I moved from his lips to kiss his neck, then his earlobes, nipples, and then down to his abs. I could see he was rock hard, and I moved down to the outline of his hard cock pressing on the thin fabric of his basketball shorts, where I blew hot kisses on his shaft, then finally up to his now swollen, damp head.

When he couldn't take it any longer, he pulled my shirt off and did the same to me. I couldn't take him blowing me through my shorts any longer, so I then took his shoes and socks off, and for some reason I pushed him back on the bed and began to caress his feet, and I'm not sure why but I wanted to smell his feet. They didn't smell at all, only from the freshness of the shower he'd just taken. I'm not sure why, but I licked his big toe on the top and bottom and I thought he was going to explode. When I kissed my way up his hairy legs to his basketball shorts, I noticed a dime sized wet spot that had formed on the outside of the shorts. I pulled his shorts down, leaving his boxer briefs still on for the moment. Caressing his feet again with my hands, I slowly and lightly touched his feet and his legs all the way up to his boxer briefs. Then I couldn't resist slowly running my hands inside the legs of his briefs until I felt the heat and dampness of his crotch. It was all I could do to keep from ripping his briefs off.

Parker returned the favor, and by the time he put his hands inside my boxer briefs, I was so horny that I would have begged on my hands and knees for him to take me any which way he would have wanted me. But thankfully I didn't have to, and as he told me to scoot back on my bed so I was all the way on the bed, he laid on top of me with his hard cock pressed against mine. Feeling his heat and rigid cock against mine almost made me instantly explode, but I did manage to hold off by pushing him off and rolling on top of him. It was then that I made the move to get in position where we could suck each other at the same time. His hard dick felt so good in my mouth, as did his precum that was dripping like a leaky faucet into my eager mouth, tongue, and throat.

It didn't take long and seemingly seconds later we both shot our loads at the same time. We both swallowed each other's seed, then kissed deep tongue kisses, tasting the mixture that we'd come to know and love.

As has been the norm for us, after the fourth time, which had us taking turns inside each other until we got close, we shot much smaller loads on my chest as Parker ground his cock and balls against mine. It was so cool to feel them explode next to each other, and to feel our hot cum mixing into a smattering mess on my abs.

We laid in each other's arms for what felt like an hour while listening to music. I'm not even sure what was playing from my playlist, but it fit our mood perfectly.

Sometime before midnight we got up and showered, so passionately slow, embracing most of the time until we almost ran out of hot water. Finally we toweled off and naked we walked back to my room, climbed in my bed, and fell asleep. Since Parker had to be home by six o' clock in the morning, he'd set the alarm on his phone to wake him up at five-thirty. It seemed like only ten minutes before the alarm went off. Slowly we both got up, since I had promised T I would go on another run with him after Parker left. As Parker was ready to leave, we stood just outside the kitchen door on the driveway in each other's arms once again.

"I'm going to miss you so much." I whispered in his ears. "I hope you and Dad have a good time in Colorado. Hopefully you don't get eaten by a bear, or worse off both of you hook up with some hot backpacking babes, you know, a mom and daughter combo. That'd really suck."

Parker just laughed before replying. "I think you'll have to worry more about me hooking up with the son of a mother/son backpackers, my love. In a short phrase: that ain't happenin'!"

Now I laughed and we both shared one long kiss before he broke off and whispered in my ear. "Just remember who loves you so much. Have fun at Chase's party Saturday. Tell the boys I said hello. And resist temptation; I know you will."

We kissed again and it was long and deep enough that I now wanted him again, but we broke it off just in time before T rounded the corner and ran up my driveway. I felt my heart race in fear thinking that maybe he might have seen us kissing, but based on the way he said good morning to us, I felt like he had not seen anything.

T gave Parker a high five and told him to have fun in Colorado. Parker promised to text me when he got there and as he rode his bike out of the driveway, I tried to fight off the tears that wanted to form in my eyes. T sensed something was going on, but I just muttered to him something about the damn pollen in the air was messing with my allergies. His response: "I didn't know you had allergies."

***** I survived Friday and most of Saturday without Parker. Mom kept me busy shopping on Saturday, and then of course I had Chase's graduation party. We picked a graduation card and a twenty-five dollar gift card to Starbucks, since Chase was already quite addicted to the Ice Chai Tea Latte drink they served. I hoped that they would have a Starbucks in Iowa where his school was located.

I told Mom that if it got too late I might just stay at Chase's house, or maybe go with Caleb to his house after the party. She was fine with that but asked that I at least let her know. Coincidently, I had no sooner told mom about that when I got a text from Caleb.

< Hey Carter, you're going to the Chase party tonight, right?

< Yuppers!

< Want to come to my house after the party and spend the night?

< Sure! Mom will be fine with it. I'll bring clothes and see you at the party!

< Cool! I can't wait to see you!

< (big smiley face emoji)

< (big winking smiley face emoji)

So it was all set. Now I was excited to see Caleb and spend some time with him once again.

Mom dropped me off at Chase's house, which was located just about a mile or two east of Rock Cut State Park. His house, that looked like it was bigger than Dylan's house, had a huge yard in front and on the sides, with scrubby looking trees and tall grass growing on each side. Next to the three car garage that was attached to the house were three massive sized oak trees. I followed the sign next to the sidewalk along the garage that simply said "party" with an arrow pointing to the back yard.

The back yard was even larger than the front. With at least an Olympic sized pool in the back of the house, the yard still had enough room for a huge garden space that was almost twice the size of the pool and a sand beach volleyball area. Once again I was blown away to think that people actually had houses like this in Rockford. So much for thinking that I knew everything there is to know about our town.

There were already quite a few people at the party. Chase was standing by the back door to the house when he spied me and called me over to where he was talking with three other people.

"Carter! You made it! I'm so glad you could come!" he smiled and gave me a hug when I walked up to him. "Cool, you brought your clothes and are going to stay over tonight? Did you bring your swimming suit?"

"Thanks for inviting me! You know I wouldn't want to miss your party. Um, Caleb invited me to spend the night at his house, so that's why I have my backpack with some clothes, and yes, I did bring my swimming suit, but not the school suit, and no, not even my Speedos." I laughed, and the people talking to Chase laughed too. Chase introduced me to the two guys I had not met before, as well as formally introducing me to his girlfriend, Jessica. I knew her name started with a `J' but I couldn't remember her name. The two guys, also seniors were Max and Gio, who I had never met before or even seen in school. We all chatted for a few minutes, mainly about Chase and where he was going to school and what he was going to study. One of Jessica's friends brought me a cup of fruit punch and a short time later, Chase announced that it was time to eat.

"Hey everyone, the food is ready in the kitchen, so help yourself!" I looked around the crowd to see if Caleb was there yet when someone came up behind me and put their hands over my eyes. They were practically hugging me from behind and it wasn't until I heard a familiar voice whisper in my ear "Hey big boy, it's nice to see you again." that I realized it was none other than Noah, Chase's brother.

"Noah!" I replied with excitement in my voice as he lowered his hands from my eyes and turned me to face him. "It's so good to see you! How have you been?" He now wrapped his arms around me and gave me a huge hug. Huge enough that I thought he was going to kiss me and tell me that he loved me. I hadn't seen him for a while in school and it didn't dawn on me to ask Chase what was going on with him. So it turned out that he was doing fine, other than having to have his appendix removed with two weeks left to go in the school year. Fortunately, everything went well, and he did have time to take his finals and finish the semester and the school year with passing grades.

"I'm doing well now, love. But that appendix stuff was no fun, let me tell you. Other than having a super cute nurse while I was in the hospital, it was a bad time. But I think Dennis has convinced me to try nursing as my major once I'm ready for college! How have you been?"

I told him about camping and working with Mr. O. and running in the mornings with Big T and Parker. I sensed he was going to ask me more about Parker when I saw Noah's eyes look around me at someone who was walking up to me from behind.

"Hey Carter, it is you! What's up?" I turned around to find Caleb standing behind me. We also embraced and smiled.

"Caleb! Good to see you again. I'm doing well. Hey, have you met Noah before?" Since they didn't greet each other, it dawned on me that they may not have met before.

"No, but I'm guessing I'm going to meet him now." He said as a big grin came across his face.

"Sure, Caleb, this is Noah, Chase's brother. Noah, this is Caleb, my BFF from the swim team. They both shook hands, and I caught their eyes as they locked in on each other for a moment, just a little more than a casual glance.

We were hungry so we went into the house to get something to eat. What a spread! There were barbecued beef sandwiches, hot dogs that were huge, hamburgers, barbecued chicken, potato salad, chips, different types of soda in two liter bottles, some fruit Jell-O salads, and of course a huge cake.

We found an empty table with four chairs near the pool and sat down to eat our food. We talked about the end of the school year, more about Noah's surgery, summer plans and then Noah asked again about Parker.

"So are you and Parker still..." I had to think fast since I just about choked on a few potato chips thinking that I had better finish that sentence quickly while changing the course of what he wanted to say.

"...Yes, we're still running in the morning with Big T. and yes, he couldn't make it tonight because he's with his dad camping in Colorado." I gave him a look that let him know that he had better not out Parker and me just yet. Thankfully, Caleb got up and went for another barbecue sandwich. Quickly I told him my thoughts. "Dude, yes, Parker and I are still together. But Caleb doesn't know that we're gay, so please don't mention anything about Parker and me."

"Oh hun, I know you can't tell, but my hunch tells me your little amigo is crushing on you big time and is fully aware about you and Parker. He is cute and hey, your man's not here so whatever happens, happens. Right?" He had a huge smile on his face and winked at me just as Caleb walked up and sat down with another full plate of food.

"Were you guys talking about me?" He asked.

"Of course we were. Good things, nonetheless," I chimed in. Thankfully, Noah changed the subject and for the next half hour or so we talked about school a little and about what both Caleb and Noah had planned for the summer.

Our conversation was going well for close to almost a half hour when Chase then announced that the pool was open. The music from the massive sound system was turned up loud and the party was now in full motion. Both Caleb and I changed into our swimming suits -- in Noah's room at the same time. It was no big deal for us to be naked in front of each other and of course Caleb was half hard like he was each day in the locker room when changing for swim practice at school. My own dick usually reacted as well, and both of us just smiled and giggled like two little kids seeing our friend's dick for the first time.

Either Caleb was oblivious to several gay pride items in Noah's room, or he chose to ignore them. A rainbow pride flag was hanging in the corner of his room that was the first thing that was hard to miss when we walked in the room. There were several other posters in his room, namely a Tom Holland poster as Spiderman, a poster of Freddy Mercury, the same poster of Victor and Benji from Love, Victor that I have in my room and oddly enough, a Glee poster. It was just my observation, and it didn't seem to bother Caleb one way or another.

We left our clothes and our backpacks in Noah's room and headed for the pool. The pool was already crowded mainly with those of us on the swim team, but there were also several girls in skimpy two piece bikini bathing suits, namely Jessica and some of her friends. Chase was obviously keeping her close and didn't seem too interested in swimming laps with anyone of us like he did last summer at Dylan's house. Like anyone would have blamed him; Jessica looked quite good in her swimming suit, if I do say so myself.

Noah did not join us in the pool but was sitting at one of the patio tables near the pool talking with two other girls that were also freshmen with us. Their names evaded my mind at the moment, but if my memory served me correct it seemed like they were close friends of Noah's. Several times when I glanced over at him, it appeared that they were looking directly at Caleb and me, smiling and talking about something seemingly secretive.

After about a half hour, Chase set up the net across the pool and a water volleyball game commenced. At first it was those of us who were freshmen and sophomores against juniors and seniors -- only about six of us on each side -- then it was guys against girls, and finally anyone against anyone else. We all had a blast, and before we knew it, we'd been in the water for close to three hours. The sun had set, and the cool night air made the warm water feel phenomenal, and it made me realize just how much fun having a pool would be. Since we were out in the country away from the lights of the city, the stars were starting to shine brightly in the dark sky above the pool.

"Dude, I'm getting hungry, how about you?" Caleb asked after the fifth volleyball game ended.

"Yeah man, I'm starved. Wanna get out and get something to eat?" I suggested. "I'm thinking that I'm going to change back into my clothes, how about you?"

"Yup. I was thinking that very same thing. Good idea." He agreed with me.

Wrapped in our towels, we quickly went back into the house to change back into our dry clothes. As we approached Noah's room, the door was closed, and music was coming from the room. I opened the door where Noah and the two girls were sitting on his bed painting each other's nails.

"Oh hey there boys, all done swimming and want to change?" he offered, somewhat startled by me opening the door without knocking.

"Yeah, it's getting a little cool out there and we got hungry again. But hey, we can use the bathroom to change." I replied, not wanting any part of changing in front of the girls. Caleb didn't say anything but shook his head in agreement with me.

"Okay, well you can use my bathroom." He motioned to the door on the right side of the room that I thought was a closet. I offered to go first, thinking it'd be best to just go one at a time. Caleb stayed in the room, and I could hear them laughing at something he'd said, so I knew that at least he wasn't embarrassed being in the room alone with Noah and the girls. Returning to the room, I was somewhat surprised to see Emily applying purple finger nail polish to Caleb's right pinky finger.

"Look Carter, isn't that a cool color?" Noah remarked as Caleb showed me his now purple pinky fingernail. I smiled and said that it was, but when he asked if I wanted my fingernails painted the same color, I politely declined.

"No thanks, I'm good, plus I'm like super hungry and I'd probably mess it up by getting ketchup and mustard all over it." They laughed and agreed. While Caleb was in the bathroom Noah got up and quickly pulled me out of the room into the hallway.

"Hey, um, I'm getting like some serious vibes about Caleb. I think he's on our team, what do you think?" Noah whispered in my left ear, wrapping his right arm around my shoulder.

"You think so? I mean, he's not really given me any indication that he is, but maybe he's just shy?" I whispered back, not really sure why we were both whispering in the empty hallway.

"Well hun, if my gaydar is correct, and most of the time it is, I'm right, and if I'm right, he's cute and I'm kinda like crushing on him!" Noah boldly proclaimed, smiling as he was now inches from my face as our eyes met. I just smiled back, in awe of what he'd just said, but thinking that if it was true, I'd be happy for both of them if they were interested in each other. But would things like that work out? My mind was racing with the idea that Caleb could actually be gay. How would I have missed that one?

Noah had no sooner finished saying that he was crushing on Caleb when Caleb opened the door to the room and snuck up behind Noah and yelled BOO! Of course Noah screamed and then the girls screamed, and we all laughed hysterically. Caleb apologized and exclaimed that he was really hungry, so he and I went to the kitchen to get some food.

Along with the leftover burgers, barbecues, desserts, chips and all, there were now three huge pizzas on the table as well.

"Boys, grab yourselves some pizza before the rest of the gang gets in here," offered Chase's mom. We thanked her and we each loaded up a plate then walked back out to the patio. One of the guys from the swim team saw that we had pizza, so he announced to everyone else that there was pizza. Most everyone from the pool exited and headed toward the house to get pizza.

Chase saw Caleb and I sitting by ourselves near the pool and decided to come and sit by us while Jessica went in to the house to change out of her swimsuit. He approached us with a towel around his neck, his muscular chest complete with a strong six pack of abs begged for our attention. A trail of dark fine hairs started from his navel and disappeared into his full, tight swimsuit that tried to conceal his gift from God. His strong leg muscles were void of hair, as most swimmers either waxed or kept their legs shaved.

"Caleb and Carter! The future of Harlem's swim team! How are you boys doing? Having a good time?" he inquired with a sincere tone of voice. I replied first.

"I'm not going to answer for Caleb, but I'm doing great. Thanks so much for the invite to your party! I'm having a great time. What a great party!" My pause gave Caleb a chance to answer for himself.

"Same for me. This is a great party indeed. Thanks for the invitation. The food is awesome too!" Caleb replied as he took a huge bite out of his piece pizza.

"Great, I'm glad you guys could make it. I'm happy to see you both but sad to think that we might not see each other for a while after tonight. I've really enjoyed all the dedication and hard work both of you put into the team, and I sincerely think that both of you have a great future in the pool and I hope that you both keep working hard to become great swimmers. I'd be so happy to see both of you guys coming to swim for Iowa." He then talked to Caleb about his growth over the season.

"Caleb, man you really came into your own in the pool. I was so worried that you weren't going to make the team, but I'm glad you worked hard to make it. Keep working on your strength training and once you get your growth spurt, you're going to do great things. I'm so happy for you!" Chase smiled, then reached out and put both hands on Caleb's shoulders.

"Thank you, Chase, that really means a lot to me. I couldn't have done it at all if it hadn't been for Carter. He really helped me with my mechanics and strokes." Caleb smiled and almost looked like he was going to start to cry.

"Cool. Carter-man is a good friend indeed. I knew since the first time I met him at Dylan's house that he was a good guy." Caleb looked somewhat perplexed at me when Chase mentioned Dylan, but for some reason he got up and said he was going for more pizza. It was the perfect time for me to segue into a conversation about Dylan. I felt a little nervous at first but felt like I had to know what had happened to him if Chase even knew.

"Speaking of Dylan..." Chase interrupted me before I could finish my question.

"...I knew you were going to ask, and I'm glad that Caleb went to get more pizza. I just wanted to talk to you alone for a few minutes. I wanted to tell you about what happened that night after Dylan and I got into the fight." Chase gathered his thoughts for a moment before he began to speak. "So here's what went down after that night."

"To keep things short and sweet in the event that Caleb comes right back, I'm just going to tell you that Dylan's dad talked to me after getting Noah and Dylan's side of the story. Of course Dylan denied everything, but later admitted to fooling around with Noah, but never really came completely clean as to what he'd done. Get this: he asked me how much it would cost to keep this quiet, since he knew that if a sex scandal came up, it would spell the end of Dylan's college scholarship that he supposedly was going to get, and that it could potentially label him as a sex offender for the rest of his life. He then told me that he knew Noah was gay and that should it go public, Noah could also be liable because he could have enticed Dylan." I was in shock at what Chase was telling me. I couldn't believe that Dylan's dad was being like that, essentially accusing Noah of being to blame for actually leading Dylan on. It just didn't seem right. But since I was afraid of Caleb coming back, I urged Chase to continue so I could hear the rest of the story.

"So here's what I did, because in my mind I knew Noah did not lead Dylan on. Calling his bluff, I then told him that I know he'd been with other boys who'd been to the house, and that there were boys on the soccer team that had participated. He asked me how I knew, and I told him that I had solid evidence and to look around at the boys who'd spent the night before. Since he had not really been around that much and always on business trips, he looked at Dylan's mom and she had the deer in the headlights look, her mouth was wide open, and her hand covered her mouth as she silently mouthed the words `Oh my God'. He then asked me what I wanted. Thinking quickly, I just threw out the most outrageous figure I could think of, which was ten thousand dollars for us to keep quiet about what happened to Noah. I then told him I wanted Dylan out of Harlem and for him to get better help to deal with what happened between Dylan and Dayne. We went back and forth for a while and a couple of days later after talking to Dylan, he agreed to pull Dylan out of Harlem, and to pay ten grand to me providing I deposited in a savings account to be used for college for Noah and me guaranteeing that we would both keep silent about what happened to Noah the other boys who Dylan had been with."

The thought that immediately came to my mind was "what about me, and what about Wyatt?" Chase then answered that question.

"I kept insisting that he pay you as well, but -- and here's the strange part that I'm still not so sure of -- Dylan insisted that what happened between you and him was mutual, meaning that he had some serious feelings for you, and it wasn't just the fact that you must have reminded him of Dayne. He told his dad that he really liked you and thought of you as his boyfriend, and never wanted to let you go, but had to when he realized that you were with Parker. He also told his dad that what happened between him, and Wyatt was also mutual, consensual and that because he knew that Wyatt is gay, that it was something that Wyatt wanted."

The words Chase just spoke to me about Dylan echoed in my ears, shocking me beyond belief. Did he really care for me that much, that he was willing to admit that he wanted to be my boyfriend? Or was it just a ploy to make it look like we were dating and that it was consensual? And why did he come out to his dad to make me look like it was partially my fault? And what about Wyatt? Wyatt never wanted to go all the way with Dylan.

"I'm sorry, Carter-man. I tried for you and Wyatt. I was surprised that Dylan admitted to having feelings for you and that he convinced his dad that you both wanted each other. I knew it would never hold up in court either and since he agreed to take Dylan out of Harlem and first off get him help, I was okay with the end result."

"So where did he transfer to, to the parochial school?" I really wanted to know now.

"Yes, he went to the Catholic school on the other side of the river. He was told to not have contact with my brother, Wyatt, or you, and anyone else he'd been with. That was also part of the agreement. Has he tried to..."

Just as he was about to ask me if Dylan had tried to contact me, Caleb came back with another plate full of pizza and asked what was going on. We both told him nothing much. Chase then got up, pulled me up by my right hand and told Caleb that we'd be right back. We went over by the pool, and I told him about the text I'd gotten the day that I saw Dylan at Freddy's.

"He's not supposed to contact you. I am not surprised he tried, and Carter, I know how you felt about him, but do yourself a favor: Let him go. Do not text him back. I know you really liked him and yes, I did figure that out. Let's just say having a gay brother taught me how to see things and yes, I saw those things in you by the way you looked at Dylan. And don't get me wrong, it's okay! I just never thought Dylan would end up treating you and Noah the way he did. I just hope there weren't more guys that he messed up."

I wanted so badly to tell him about how Javy and Isaac got involved, but I really wanted to find out what really happened between Dylan and Dayne, you know, to know if what Dylan told me was the truth. I was starting to ask when Jessica called out Chase's name as she walked to the pool finding us both near the diving board at the deep end of the pool.

"There you are babe! Let's get the bonfire started, some of us are getting cold!" Chase agreed that he'd better get the fire started, so he vowed that we'd speak later before the end of the night. I found Caleb still sitting near the pool. He was just about finished with his pizza when I sat back down next to him.

"Ugh, I shouldn't have eaten that pizza. Dude, I'm not feeling the greatest. I called my brother to come pick us up, is that okay?"

Looking at my watch, it was surprising to see that it was almost midnight. Nodding my head in silence, Caleb then told me that Brennan was on his way and would be there to pick us up in about ten minutes. It did make me a little upset that we wouldn't be able to join the others around the now blazing bonfire, but then as most of the seniors were around the fire, and Noah was supposedly still in his room with the girls, it seemed like the perfect time to leave the party.

Finding Chase, we told him we were leaving and thanked him for the invitation to his party. He gave both of us a hug and told me that we'd have to talk again sometime before the end of the summer. We then went to Noah's room where he and the girls were watching Tik Tok videos that they quickly hid when we entered the room. When we told them we were leaving, they set their phones down, got up and gave each of us a big hug. Seemingly, Noah hugged Caleb just a little bit longer than me, and I swore it looked like he gave Caleb a peck on his neck. I could have been wrong though.

Once we'd gotten to Caleb's house and he had taken a couple of antacid tablets to calm down his upset stomach, we sat across from each other on the twin beds in his room listening to some music on his phone. It was becoming increasingly obvious that Caleb had something on his mind. He was fidgeting with the pop up button on the back of his phone and seemed quite nervous. The urge to sleep was starting to creep up on me, but now the idea that Caleb had something on his mind helped me fight off the urge. So I asked carefully and quietly, unsure of what was going on:

"Are you okay man? Is something bothering you?"

Caleb seemed to get even more nervous and at first shook his head no, but then very quietly spoke. "Can I ask you a personal question?"

"Yes, um, you can um, ask me anything, bro."

Once again he paused, as if trying to find the courage or the words to ask me what was on his mind.

"Are you and Parker...together?" I could hear my heart pounding in my ears as I quickly searched for the right words. Truth or not the truth. Despite knowing how Parker felt about being out, I so wanted to tell Caleb the truth. But instead, I balked.

"You mean like best friends?" I answered back, suddenly getting nervous as well, thinking where this was going. "Because yes, he's my best friend."

"No, I mean...", he paused now, unsure of whether or not he should continue. "... are you and Parker like, gay and are you guys, um boyfriends?"

I felt the blood leave my face and I must have turned white as a ghost. I took too long to answer because Caleb's next statement had me dead to rights guilty as charged.

"Because there was that time after swim practice that I had to go back to the locker room at school to get my hat and I heard you two fighting. I was going to break you guys up but as I got closer the next thing I knew you two were kissing each other."