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Once again, I apologize to my dedicated readers for such a long delay in releasing this chapter. Just like Carter and John trying to finish remodeling the house, most of my time has been doing the same. But now my nice new writing room is almost complete, and my writing can once again resume. Thanks for your patience. - A.
Carter and the Biker Boy
Chapter 41
The Fourth of July weekend and my birthday party were now officially in the books and over. Just as we'd done virtually every morning this summer, LT and Parker met up at my house bright and early in the morning for our daily run. At first it was kind of tough to get going, but thanks to us being in great shape, we were up to our normal pace by the time we'd reached the stretch of the bike path that meanders along the west bank of the Rock River.
As usual, we finished up our run, then went to our houses to shower and to wait for John to pick us up to go work on the house. We were still making great progress, and just as before, John was extremely happy and grateful that we were helping him. Since we had placed the new cabinets in the kitchen and bathroom before the weekend, the countertop people were going to be there on Friday to install the countertops.
Parker told us just before we got to the house that he wouldn't be able to help tomorrow, as his dad was going to take him to the DMV to get his driver's license. I could tell by the way he was smiling and seemed nervous that he was having a tough time waiting out the next twenty four hours to pass. He seemed like he was in a different state of mind or something as I'd asked him a question about where the piece of window trim was at that he'd gone to cut so I could use the trim nail gun to install the trim in its place.
So it only seemed natural, yet totally mischievous when John and LT left at eleven o'clock to go to the home improvement center to get some pieces of subflooring for the living room that I tried to get Parker's attention and get him to concentrate on cutting the pieces of trim correctly and not waste anymore pieces.
John and LT would be gone probably close to an hour, as they'd also taken our Jimmy John's order for lunch. We were now in the house by ourselves. With his Cubs hat on backwards, his white muscle shirt seemingly glued on to his lean, muscular upper chest, and his Nike basketball shorts loosely hanging from his thin waist, my mind went into a totally devious place. As he walked in from the garage with the next piece of trim in one hand, a tape measure in his other, a pencil between his ear and head, I went to take the trim from him and as I did, I pulled him to me, telling him I wanted to give him a hug.
We embraced, his now sweaty body against mind, and of course our lips met. He seemed somewhat hesitant at first, but then when I reassured him that John and LT wouldn't be back until at least noon. We kissed again, then again.
And then as I couldn't take it any longer, I dropped down on my knees in front of him.
My hands started at his hairy ankles, lightly caressing his legs until they found the bottom of his basketball shorts. I wanted to just rip them down, but instead I continued to touch his legs up inside the shorts until I reached his boxer briefs. When I touched him, he was already rock hard. Through his boxer briefs, I touched his full sack, massaging his balls gently, not wanting to touch his erection just yet. He was now moaning with delight as my right hand now touched his shaft.
Enough waiting, or so Parker thought.
Now taking charge, he pulled his shorts and boxer briefs down with one quick move, springing his hard on free from the captive fabric of the briefs. A string of crystal clear precum stretched from the fabric of his briefs to the tip of his cock. He didn't wait for me to make a move towards him, instead he grabbed the back of my head with his right hand, pulling me to his throbbing member that he had to point down to my eagerly waiting mouth.
I obediently accepted him in my mouth, as far and as deep as I'd grown accustomed to taking him, while he guided my head onto him until he could go no further. His pubes were a mix of sweat and a faint scent of the soap he'd used to shower with after our run; a scent that I loved.
Taken by the moment and the sheer amount of ecstasy Parker was experiencing while being in my mouth, he lasted only about two minutes. I graciously accepted his load and didn't waste a single drop by sucking him until nothing else came out. By now it had become super sensitive, so he pulled it out of my mouth, laughing and was obviously relieved.
He was also satisfied and knew what he had to do, and what he definitely wanted to do. In what seemed like mere seconds later, he had the precum drenched head of my erection as deep in his mouth as it could go. In what took less than the time it took him to come, he had returned the favor in the same manner. As we kissed afterwards, our tongues tasted each other, which had almost become an aphrodisiac, which almost had me ready to start round two. But being the dedicated, now focused hard working dude, Parker stopped me and told me we'd better get back to work.
"Babe, that was awesome, but we'd better finish up this window trim before John and LT get back with lunch."
"Aww, okay, I suppose." I replied with a devilish grin on my face. "Besides, we probably wouldn't want to get caught, right?"
Parker nodded as he spoke out loud the next measurement of the trim length.
"Thirty-eight and five eighths" he mumbled as he went to the garage to cut the next trim piece. When he returned, I offered him a piece of gum as I'd taken a piece to make my breath a little fresher, shall we say. We both smiled and once again kissed, breaking our embrace just in time as moments later John and LT walked in and announced that they were back with lunch.
Later that evening after we'd finished up for the day at the house and Mom and I finished dinner, she allowed me to take the car and pick Parker up at his house so we could drive to Rock Cut State Park to go for an evening hike. John was going to pick her up and they were going to do some shopping.
It was a beautiful night by early July standards in Northern Illinois, clear skies, still almost eighty degrees, with high humidity. We were going to walk in the woods but had forgotten to bring mosquito repellant. So instead we opted to rent a peddle boat from the concession stand and spent the next hour peddling around the western end of Pierce Lake.
"Today was awesome, you know at the house when John and LT left for the subflooring." Parker began as we'd peddled the boat out to the middle of the lake. I couldn't stop smiling. I nodded my head in agreement and felt myself getting aroused again.
"Yeah, it was awesome indeed. I enjoyed every moment of it!" I replied, getting harder by the second. "Now if we could only repeat the same thing out here on the boat," I offered, a devious tone in my voice. Parker just laughed.
"Yeah that would be great, right? Just as you start sucking me two old men in a fishing boat pass by and either turn us in or request that you join them in their boat."
"Ewwww! No thanks! I can't imagine how GROSS that would be!" I nearly screeched in horror at the idea of sucking off an old man. Parker just laughed loudly again and then changed the subject, asking me about what to expect on the driver's test tomorrow.
"Don't worry babe, you'll do fine. You've had more driving experience than me, so you'll do great, I'm sure. Hopefully you'll get the same lady I had -- Beth or Betty or Gretchen -- something like that. She'll go easy on you. She was so nice." I knew he was stressed out about the test, but just as I'd told him, I knew he'd do well.
As we rested from peddling, we were now in the middle of the lake, drinking in the beautiful scene unfolding to the northwest as the sun's descent had almost reached the edge of the mixed hardwood trees on the side of the western bank of the lake. Several fish had been jumping out of the water in search of an evening snack that had flown too dangerously close to the mirror-like surface of the water, mostly void of ripples as the slight breeze had blown its last gasp of the day. Parker changed the subject about getting his driver's license.
"Damn, this is beautiful out here. Not as nice as Colorado, but still nice by Illinois standards, wouldn't you agree?"
"Yeah, well since I've not yet been to Colorado, I'll have to take your word for it." The mention about Colorado reminded me about the subject I was afraid to find out the answer. I wanted to ask, but I didn't want to spoil the moment. Instead I just looked down at the surface of the water, momentarily in a melancholy mood. Parker sensed my apprehension.
"No, Dad still hasn't made up his mind about the job yet." he replied quietly as a fish jumped about ten feet from the boat.
"I was afraid to ask. How much more time before he decides?" I cautiously inquired.
"He has to give them his answer by Friday." Parker hesitantly replied. "And no, I have no clue what he's going to do. Mom doesn't want to move. She likes Colorado, but also really loves her job, especially since she's gotten her promotion."
I put my arm around Parker. "Babe, I'm just praying that he decides to stay here. I can't think about losing you." He nodded in agreement, scanning the surface around us waiting for another fish to break the plane of the water. I didn't care if anyone saw us or not as I leaned over and kissed his cheek. Surprisingly, he returned the favor, but this time on my lips.
"I love you, Carter." He whispered in my ear.
"I love you too, Parker." I quickly responded, kissing him again.
Since it was almost time to take the rented boat back to the boat ramp and return the life preservers, we quickly peddled the boat the short distance back to the ramp. We were both sweating by the time we got back to the shore, our legs burning from the energy we needed to peddle the boat.
The five mile drive back to Parker's house went quick, me with one hand on the steering wheel and Parker's hand in the other.
Instead of risking getting caught on the camera pointed at the driveway, we pulled over a block away from his house, kissing for a minute or so until I put the car in drive and dropped him off, this time just releasing the grasp I'd had on his left hand as he told me he'd see me in the early morning for our run.
All morning long on Friday I couldn't concentrate on helping John and LT work on the house. John noticed my lack of concentration, as he asked me for an adjustable wrench while he was hooking up the water supply on the kitchen sink and instead I brought him a claw hammer.
"Carter! Are you okay? Did you not hear me ask for an adjustable wrench? This, is not an adjustable wrench!" Thankfully he wasn't too mad but did seem a bit flustered by my absentmindedness.
"Oh my gosh, I'm sorry, John. I'm okay, really. I think I am anyway." I felt my face turn red in embarrassment, as John hardly ever raised his voice at me, or broke his steadfast demeanor to show his frustration with my lack of paying attention. "I guess I'm just worried about Parker passing his driving test."
"What, you're worried about Parker passing his test?" LT chimed in as he was finishing up rolling on the light yellow paint called Lily on the last quarter of the living room wall.
"Yeah, I guess I am. Shouldn't I be?" I replied loud enough so both John and LT would hear me. John cleared his throat as if he was going to make a comment, but instead he kept working underneath the sink -- only his legs and midsection visible outside of the base cabinet as he continued hooking up the water lines to the faucet.
"Jeez Carter, you make it sound like he's your girlfriend or something like that. Don't worry about our boy, he's going to be just fine. After all, YOU passed the test and got your license, so he will too."
I was shocked with his comment, and laughed nervously, and did not respond to his statement. Seconds later, John asked me to open the faucet, trying both the hot and cold sides so he could check for leaks.
"Okay buddy, you can turn it off. It looks great, no leaks. I guess I'm a plumber after all. He emerged from under the sink and softly whispered to me. "Don't worry about Parker. He'll be fine."
I nodded my head and John noticed my nervousness about the comment LT made.
"Relax, bud." John whispered again. "He was only joking about Parker being your girlfriend.
Sure enough, minutes later Parker sent me a text that read SUCCESS and a picture of him holding the paper copy of his temporary license, and he had a huge smile on his face.
"He did it! He got his license!" I was ecstatic with relief and joy. John just said "Yay!" and LT grunted something to the effect of "Told you so! Now get back to work, you filthy animal!" We all laughed and once again I felt like I was finally able to concentrate, bringing John the large monkey wrench he asked for as he was tightening up the drain pipe under the kitchen sink again.
After lunch, Tio Javier and Javy showed up to talk to John about the landscaping around the house. I was sweeping the subfloor in the living room to prepare it for the Pergo flooring we would be installing next week. I wasn't paying too much attention to what Tio and John were talking about and didn't realize Javy had come into the house. My back was to the kitchen and I heard his voice behind me.
"Hey Cabron, John's finally got you doing something you're good at. Where's your novio?" I felt my blood starting to boil inside me thinking about Javy openly calling Parker my novio, especially with LT still inside the house.
Not wanting LT to know how upset I was by replying back to Javy in English, I rapidly replied in Spanish to him, telling him that it was none of his business where Parker was, and that I didn't appreciate his comment in front of Parker's family and our families calling him my boyfriend. I then very heatedly told him that if Parker got outed because of his comment, I would never speak to him again, and I would tell my Tio how Javy got involved with all of the sexual activities at school with the soccer team, Dylan included.
When I finished my tirade, Javy just stood there with a dumbfounded look on his face, not really believing what he just heard me say. Once again in Spanish I very firmly asked him "ME ENTIENDES?" DO you understand me?
Little did I realize that John and my Tio had come into the house in time to hear me ask Javy if he understood me. While Javy just nodded his head, Tio Javier asked me in Spanish "Él te entiende que?" What does he understand?
"Nada, papa," Javy responded to his dad. "No es de nada." It's nothing.
After a brief moment, Tio commented about the kitchen, then as they walked down the hallway past the bathroom, he commented how nice the bathroom looked.
"Geez Primo, I'm only kidding about tu novi- er, Parker. I wouldn't want you to be so...honest with mi papa." Walking past me he just grinned and playfully punched me on the bicep. For some reason I couldn't help but look down at what looked to be getting bigger by the moment in his dirty white soccer shorts, the mental image of it seemingly fresh in my mind, and the feeling of it that very first time still causing pain in me.
Tio and Javy left a few minutes later, both shaking my hand and giving me hug on the way out, as was customary in our Latino culture.
"Great. Your uncle and cousin are going to take care of the yard and the landscaping. As much as I do like doing that type of work, I'd rather give the business to your uncle and cousin so we can concentrate on wrapping the inside work up in two weeks. I want to be done by the 20th of this month, so I can list the house by August first. Cross country should be starting for you soon, right?"
"Oh yeah, that's right. Good thing I've been running all summer. Did I tell you that LT is going to run cross country as well, right LT?" LT replied with a "huh?" as he came up from the basement having cleaned up his paint brush and roller cover. "You're running cross country this fall with us, right?"
"Yes, I am." He proclaimed to John and me. "Carter and Parker have both talked me into it. So I'm going to give it a try."
"That's great news!" John replied emphatically. "It's a great way to stay in shape and to relax your mind as I'm sure you're aware of now." LT nodded his head, grinning from ear to ear knowing that running had helped him lose a ton of weight.
We finished up early in the afternoon, as John felt like our progress was sufficient enough to take the weekend off. Since John was going out of town with Jake again, it was the perfect time for us to take the weekend off as well.
Parker surprised me by calling me instead of just texting.
"Babe, I have great news! Can I come over right now?" he was as excited as I'd ever heard him before.
"Sure, what's going on?" I replied, now wondering what was so important and what Parker was so excited about.
"I'll tell you in a minute. Be in your room. I'll come in and get you!" was all he replied with.
Sure enough, moments later, I heard the front door open and could hear Parker walking to my room.
"Hey babe, how are you doing?" Parker was smiling from ear to ear, almost singing as he walked into my room wearing a new Cubs city connect Jersey and a pair of khaki shorts, his white ankle socks and black and white Adidas shoes. The So Cal cologne that I'd come to know and love tantalized my nose and senses as we embraced and then kissed.
"I'm doing great, but not sure I'm doing as good as you are" I smiled and kissed him back. "So what's going on?"
"Come on, I have something to show you. Close your eyes, and no peaking until we get outside and tell you to open your eyes, okay?" I nodded and said I wouldn't open them.
Parker guided me through the living room, out the front door, and we were now standing what I sensed was near the driveway.
"Okay, on three, you can open your eyes. 1, 2, three!"
In front of me was a blue Toyota Rav 4.
"Dad bought me a Rav 4! It's mine!"
"No way! Wow! Take me for a ride! So it's yours?"
"Yup! How about that? I got my license and then I got home and this was in the driveway! It's a 2019, the color is called blue flame. It's only got thirty-two thousand on it. Not bad for a nineteen. With all wheel drive, it should do well in the winter here."
We drove a few miles up to Sportscore One where several Latino soccer teams were playing in the Friday soccer league games.
"So what do you think, do you like it?" Parker asked, as if needing my approval.
"Oh babe, it's awesome! I'm so happy for you! This is so cool." And I was happy for him. Oddly enough, I wasn't jealous at all. It was just so cool that we'd be able to go places on our own now, and more than likely we'd be able to drive to and from school as well.
"Thanks babe, I appreciate it. The places we can go now. Yay! Oh, which I wanted to ask if you had plans for dinner with your mom tonight?" I told him that we didn't, as she was going to work late tonight, covering for one of her coworkers. "Great! We're going to Gino's for dinner, okay? I've got reservations for us at six. Cool?"
"Cool." was all I responded with; the perpetual grin seemingly permanently fixed on my face. Moments later we were back at my house and as Parker kissed me goodbye, I went in the house to shower and get ready for him to pick me up in a short hour.
Gino's was packed as we both expected it would be on a Friday night. When we finally got our table after waiting nearly twenty minutes, we were both surprised and excited to find out that it was actually a small table that was located in its own little room in the corner of one of the main dining rooms. It was pretty cool since our own private little room was on the left end of about six or seven such rooms -- the other rooms were filled with at least four to six people in each room.
"This okay for you boys?" our hostess asked as she showed us to the table. We must have been just beaming with approval because she smiled at us, winked, and told us to enjoy our meals.
"Yes, this is perfect!" Parker replied.
"Sure, excellent" I chimed in.
I so wanted to sit next to Parker but thought it would be best to sit across the table from him. It was just so amazing to think that he now had his license and a new car as well! We talked about where we might like to go and things we'd like to do over the rest of the summer. Boldly, I reached across the table and held his hands, and seconds later the waitress, a lady that looked to be about my mom's age asked us if we were ready to order. Quickly we let go of each other's hands, said we were, and after ordering large lasagna's with a special Italian salad and couple of Dr. Pepper's, she took our menus, smiling at us the entire time. We both blushed in embarrassment as she we walked away. But we got over it as quickly as it had happened.
"I've always wanted to go to Great America!" Parker excitedly proclaimed. "How about we go there next week? Do you think John would let us take a day off?"
"That would be SO COOL!" I've wanted to go there as well! We can ask him on Monday. It'd be fun to go there before we start Cross Country practice. I bet he'll let us take a day off. Where else could we go?" I asked while thinking about the fun places my boyfriend and I could experience in his new car.
"I bet Madison would be cool, so would the Dells!" Parker's voice was even more enthusiastic, responding almost in the voice of a ten year old. I tried to contain my enthusiasm, but I was getting so excited that I just about leaned over the table and kissed him. In fact, I looked around to see if anyone was looking and was just about to make my move when the waitress brought us our Dr. Pepper's.
"So are we celebrating anything special tonight boys?" She asked, and of course Parker told her about getting his license, the car, and then he about told her that he wanted to take me out for dinner, stating that he just wanted to take his boyf... but stopped short when he realized that she probably wouldn't approve of us as a gay couple.
He was wrong.
"Wait, are you guys..." the look on her face looked like it was going to be one of disgust, but then she smiled and surprised us both. "I'm just kidding! It's cool! No worries, boys. My youngest son also has a boyfriend. So I'm so happy for you guys! I'll be back shortly with your salad."
We couldn't believe it. When our meals arrived she brought us more bread, refilled our drinks, and really took care of us.
As always, the food was phenomenal. By the time Annie brought us our Spumoni ice cream for dessert, we were both absolutely stuffed. We paid our bill, left a generous tip, and were soon walking back out to the car.
"Wanna take a walk on the bike path?" Parker asked, and I told him that it'd be a great idea.
The bike path, a.k.a. Sinnissippi Gardens, is located just north of downtown Rockford along the eastern shore of the Rock River. Along with the bike path that runs from downtown, (that is actually the same bike path that runs past my house) there is a huge three story glass greenhouse, a lagoon, a rose garden with a trellis like structure that makes a perfect backdrop for weddings, prom, homecoming, and any other special occasion to have pictures taken.
There are almost always activities going on, like on Tuesday evenings during the summer there must be something like fifteen food trucks that serve food at dinner time. Since the path goes right past the YMCA, there are always people running, riding bikes, and just walking, especially during nights in the summer, just like tonight. Parker was fortunate to find a place to park close to the greenhouse. We made our way past groups of people, mainly couples, but also families with kids, an occasional guy with a dog or two, and so on.
As the sun inched closer to the northwestern horizon, the shadows from the trees on the opposite side of the river were reaching for the east shore. The heat of the day was starting to fade a little, but it was still an amazing evening to walk with the other couples on the path. We walked north for about twenty minutes and were almost to the point where the path goes under the Auburn street bridge when we decided to turn around and head back.
"Let's sit on the park bench for a few minutes, okay?" Parker then suggested, and of course I obliged.
We sat for close to a half hour just talking about John's house, the car, the Dells, and Great America. I wanted so desperately to hold his hand, put my arm around him, and kiss him, but it was still light out and there were too many people walking by, and since Rockford is more on the conservative side, we knew better, even in today's society, than to push the limit by showing affection to each other in public. Sadly, I began to realize how much I wanted to live in an environment where two guys in love could express their love for each other just like hetero couples do.
Then Parker surprised me.
"I so badly want to kiss you right now." He whispered, looking around even though there wasn't anyone else within thirty feet of us. "No one even notices us. I think we should go for it. What do you say?"
I felt a jolt of nervous excitement race through my body. I wanted to feel his lips on mine, just like we did that first night in his basement on the wrestling mat when we came out to each other. Just like we had hundreds of times since. But most of those were out of the public eye and the scrutiny of others. I looked to my right over the river as a pontoon boat slowly floated downstream past us, the six people were laughing and obviously drinking something that wasn't non-alcoholic. Just as I looked back at Parker, he lunged forward and planted a deep, sensual, yet quick kiss directly on my lips. It was as if I'd been zapped with electricity, with the current reaching right into my shorts, giving me an instant erection.
"Somebodies being brave and daring... I love it!" was all I could think about replying with. My right hand found his bare leg just above his knee, and as I touched his slight leg hair, I could tell my touch affected him just the way his kiss affected me. That prompted Parker's next question.
"Your mom is working how late tonight?"
"Until midnight, I think."
"Should we..."
"...Yes, we should."
We literally jumped up from the park bench and joined the other few couples who were spread out about twenty feet apart walking south back to the greenhouse parking lot. We were walking close enough together that our hands kept touching each other as we walked, and by now I felt like I was walking with a perpetual hard on.
Our pace had quickened, and we were now about a block away from Parker's car when I sensed there was someone behind us, walking fast as if they were trying to catch us. I didn't want to turn around, but I thought if I did, we could at least get out of their way if they wanted to pass us. There weren't many reports of people being attacked while on the bike path, but suddenly I got afraid thinking that maybe someone had seen us kissing and were following us. Parker sensed my fear and even under his breath asked me if I was okay. I was going to tell him in a whisper when suddenly I heard my name.
"Carter? Parker? Is that you guys?"
I turned around and surprisingly saw Caleb and Noah walking together.
"Hey Caleb! Hey Noah! You guys! What's going on? How's your summer?"
We exchanged hugs with them, and decided to step off the path and walk over by the one trellis structure that was on the north side of the lagoon so we could talk a little more and see what was going on with them.
As it turned out, after spending the night of the Fourth of July together at Noah's house, Caleb did indeed come out to Noah, which prompted Noah to immediately give Caleb a hug and kiss, mainly in relief that his gaydar was right on in thinking that Caleb was definitely gay. Although they had yet to do anything, well, you know, sexually, they had spent a lot of time talking both through texts and phone calls and are definitely now dating.
"So you guys are on a real date tonight too?" I had to ask.
"Yeah, I guess you could call it that, right Noah?" Caleb spoke up, to which Noah smiled and nodded his head.
"Well of course, and it's been a great night indeed, right?"
"You know it has!" Caleb replied.
"How did you guys get here?" Parker asked, trying to figure out if either Caleb or Noah had their license yet.
"Oh, my brother let us come along with him and Jessica. I guess you could say we got to do an unofficial double date in a weird sort of way." Noah laughed his own cute laugh. "Chase has always been cool about me tagging along and has always been, you know, supportive of me. So we got to go with them to dinner at Green Fire, then we went to the movies, separate shows of course, and now we're here! And it's so good to see you guys again! We have to get together, especially since you guys have your licenses!"
Parker and I both agreed that it'd be fun to hang out with Noah and Caleb. I knew that despite the history between both Caleb, Noah, and me, I felt that Parker would be okay with the four of us spending time together, or at least I thought so at that time...
One thing that was absolutely certain: I was ready to spend some quality time with Parker. Since Mom wasn't going to be home until after midnight, we would have plenty of time to be together if you know what I mean.
But for the moment, we were still at the trellis talking with Noah and Caleb. Parker was getting anxious, and as I was telling Caleb about the progress at the house, Parker moved closer behind me, close enough that his right arm brushed against mine. As if on cue, Noah moved closer to Caleb, doing the same to him. The sun had already set and the sky had already darkened, so we were almost like shadows. Noah took advantage of the darkness, and now placed his right hand on Caleb's right shoulder. I could tell Caleb's reaction made him instantly...interested... if you know what I mean. I could just tell. I knew how my friend was. Parker could tell as well, because now he put his hand on my shoulder as well. He then whispered in my ear,"Babe, we had better get going." I turned to him, smiled, and told him that was fine. As we hugged both Caleb and Noah and told them goodbye, we could feel their heat and pheromones that were clearly radiated from their bodies which gave us the impetus to practically make a beeline to Parker's car.
We had no sooner got in and buckled up when Parker leaned over and gave me a huge kiss. I was surprised, but totally accepted and returned the favor. Before I knew it we were locked in our arms and lips, and I was ready to take him right then and there in the car, but I knew we needed to get to my house.
Thankfully, it's only about a five minute drive from the bike path parking lot to my house. I think we made it in under three minutes. As I was trying to unlock the front door, Parker was once again standing directly behind me and began kissing my neck, which sent electric shock-like sensations coursing through my body that I felt all the way down to my toes. We just about left a trail of clothes from the front door to my room, but just in case we fell asleep afterward, we carried our shirts and shorts into the room.
Both of us were now naked in each other's arms, kissing like our lives depended on it. Our erections were pressed up against our bellies, leaking and ready for our next steps. I don't remember the last time we'd kissed so much like we were kissing now. I could have kept going, but in another surprise move, Parker broke our embrace, put his hands on my shoulders and forced me down to my knees. I was now ready to do whatever he wanted, and as I stared up at him, he guided his throbbing cock directly into my mouth. He tasted so good, his musk a scent of the soap he showered with and his natural sweat was a huge turn on for me. I sucked him for a few minutes and knew that he was really getting into it. I was prepared to swallow what he was going to give me, as I'd grown accustomed to swallowing his cum and was actually looking forward to it. But just as he was getting super close, he pushed my head away from his cock, and in one motion pulled me up and kissed me so passionately I thought his tongue was going to go halfway down my throat. Seconds later, he was kneeling in front of me returning the favor.
This went on for what seemed like an hour. Every time we brought each other close to the edge of no return, we stopped, resumed kissing, and then enjoyed the feeling of getting our dicks sucked.
Finally neither of us could take it anymore. I pulled Parker on to my bed where we immediately took each other in our mouths. What felt like seconds later, we both exploded at the same time.
I've had some huge loads before, but I think this had to rank up there with one of the largest and best ones yet. If Parker hadn't taken every drop, I'm almost certain the mess on the ceiling would have been dripping down upon us if you know what I mean.
We both didn't want to stop there. So the game continued for almost another hour, but this time we took turns being on the bottom until the second round was deposited in each other. When we finished, we just laid on my bed holding on to each other, kissing, tasting the remnants of our lovemaking. It seemed like we actually kissed a lot more than we'd ever done, and it was a huge turn on, which only served to be the beginning of the third round.
It was almost eleven thirty when Parker broke the silence.
"Well babe as much as I'd prefer to stay here in your arms, kissing hugging and thinking about the next round, I'd better get home. Dad told me I needed to get up early tomorrow and right now I'm exhausted."
"Okay" It sure would be nice if you could sleepover. I'd sure love to sleep in your arms tonight." I gave Parker my best puppy-dog eyes look, thinking maybe he'd consider staying.
"Yeah, I know, I feel the same way. But since Dad did buy me the car, I suppose the least I can do is what he tells me to do. Man, I don't want to get grounded from my car on the first weekend that I can drive! But I do love you and will think about you when I fall asleep and dream about you, then of course you'll be the first thing on my mind when I wake up in the morning."
"Aww, I love you too, babe. Be careful driving home. Are we running in the morning?"
"Sure, bright and early again, right?"
"I guess so. See you in the morning!" We kissed again in each other's arms by the entry door in the living room, and then again standing by the door to Parker's car. I was just wearing my black CK boxer briefs, and it felt so cool to just be outside almost naked.
I fell asleep almost immediately and didn't even hear Mom when she got home from work.
The rest of the weekend went well, and before I knew it, Parker was back at my house on Monday morning after our run to drive me and LT to the house. John and Jake had a great weekend, but now it was time for the four of us to work hard to finish the house before the end of the month, which would be in two weeks.
Parker was quiet, and I was starting to wonder what was going on. He had gotten a text and after reading the text, he seemed bothered. His eyes spoke of sadness for something, and when I asked him if he was okay, he just nodded his head.
I knew something was wrong. I knew my boyfriend's emotions.
"Are you sure you're okay?" I asked him as the silence was getting to me as I handed him a wire nut as he was on the ladder attaching the electrical lines to the ceiling fan in the small bedroom. He was trying to concentrate on the wiring and didn't respond to my question. The air in the room was suddenly stagnant and getting thicker by the second. As he attached the fan to the ceiling fixture and asked me to flip the switch to see if the fan worked properly, I could sense the emotion in his voice, and I knew he was about ready to break down. The fan worked perfectly, and as he descended from the ladder, I could tell he was on the edge. Sure enough, as our eyes met, a huge tear formed in his right eye, dripping on to his gray t-shirt. Slowly he pulled out his cellphone from his shorts pocket, touched the screen opening it to the text from his dad that would change things in a huge way for my boyfriend.
< COLORADO!!! (thumbs up emoji).
My heart sank.
I felt as if someone had punched me in my gut.
Kicked me in the balls.
Handed me a soul-crushing defeat.
Almost immediately we were hugging, both in tears. Thankfully both John and LT were in the basement. I didn't want LT to see us crying or hugging.
"Does this mean...?" I quietly, sadly, and defeatedly whispered in Parker's ear, hoping upon hope he would tell me that it did not.
He just nodded his head in agreement.
"This just isn't fair," I tried to whisper, fighting back tears. I was now on the verge of breaking down and crying like a baby. "How can he do this to you, to us, I, I can't, I don't know what to think, what to do. When... How much time...?" It felt like my heart was being ripped out of my chest now. My life on the verge of a huge downward spiral.
I looked up in time to see LT standing in the doorway, seeing us both hugging. Normally I would have freaked. I should have freaked, but at this moment I didn't care who saw me holding Parker, consoling him.
"What's....going on guys? Are you... guys okay?" was all LT could think of to say. Parker pulled his phone out of his pocket again, touched the screen, then showed the text to LT.
"Oh no man. You're not moving there, are you?" We broke our embrace as Parker wiped the tears from eyes, trying to form the words to reply to LT.
"I, um, I don't know. I don't know. I don't..." he was interrupted by John asking us if the light and fan was done as John walked into the room from the hallway.
"Whoa, are you guys okay? What's going on?" John asked, afraid to know why we were in tears.
"Um, my dad is taking the job in Colorado." He whispered quietly, trying to choke out the words that didn't want to come. John looked at Parker, then at me, knowing how horrible we both felt.
"Oh no, I take it you're not in favor of this move." John asked Parker, knowing what his answer was, but asking in a calm manner -- the caring person he was trying to get the words out of Parker.
"No sir, I don't want to leave here." Was all Parker could reply with.
"That's understandable. You're comfortable here and don't want to move. I can imagine that's a great burden on you, right?" Parker nodded his head in agreement. LT walked out of the room without saying anything, leaving the three of us to continue the conversation. "Certainly this will be an impact on both of you guys and I know there can be a lot of challenges ahead but take solace in knowing that it's a lot easier to keep in touch with each other now than it used to be in the past. Talk about it. I'm always available to you boys to help you through this, okay, you guys are like sons to me, and I don't want to see you sad and hurting. Please, talk to me, okay?"
We both nodded our heads and tried to regain our composure.
All I could think about was the pain of not seeing Parker again. Sure there was zoom meetings, and texting, and talking to each other. But it wasn't the same as him being here with me, holding my hand, holding me, kissing my lips. The wave of sadness washed over me again and the tears started to flow.
In silence we resumed hooking up the ceiling fans in the other two bedrooms and the living room.
The rest of the afternoon was the same as that moment. John sensed our sadness and did thank us for doing a great job to keep working until the end of the day. We thanked him for understanding and reassured him that we would indeed let him know what was going on.
We dropped LT off at his apartment building and agreed to meet up again in the morning for our run. Despite our immense sadness, we both agreed we needed to keep up with our routines so we wouldn't have total breakdowns. LT said very little, as if he was having a hard time thinking about Parker moving, or as if something else was bothering him.
We sat in Parker's car in silence for a few minutes, trying to process the news from his dad. Finally, Parker broke the unbearable uneasiness between us.
"I'll know more tonight when Dad comes home from work. I'll certainly let you know what I find out, okay?" I nodded my head, trying to fight off the tears that wanted to flow again. "Let's just try to think positively, okay? Maybe he means we're not going, or maybe they will pull the offer. So please, babe, try to smile for me, okay?"
Through my tears I tried to smile, trying to find some sort of something positive on this miserable day.
"I'll try. I'm praying. Honestly I am. Yes, please let me know what's going on. I love you and will talk to you later." We kissed, even though the neighbors across the street were out and could have seen us. It didn't matter. I didn't care.
As Parker backed out of the driveway, we exchanged waves good bye, and as he had no sooner left the driveway, Mom pulled in. She knew right away something was wrong. I slowly walked over to the driver's side of the car and as soon as she opened the door she asked me what was wrong.
"Que paso, mi amor. Did you and Parker have a fight?"
"No mama, it is much worse than that." Right away she stopped me before I could finish.
"Did he break up with you?"
"No mama, his dad decided to take the job in Colorado." I no sooner choked out the words when the floodgates opened again.
"Oh no mi amor. De veras?"
I nodded my head, told her yes it was true, and she wrapped her arms around me and held me as I continued to sob like a baby. She then told me to not worry, maybe something would happen like the transfer falling through. I told her I doubted that would happen as I couldn't think of anything that could possibly happen to make this outcome positive. All of our hopes and dreams and our future together were just smashed away to smithereens.
Mom tried to console me by taking me to Culver's for dinner -- one of my favorite hamburger places to eat. She tried to get my mind off things with Parker and for a few minutes it did, as she told me how happy John was with the progress of the house. She also told me that I wasn't supposed to know just yet, but that the weekend before school starts he invited us to spend the weekend camping and canoeing in Ontario. Mom told him yes, of course, so we would have that to look forward to, in less than four weeks. But after we ate our hamburgers and had some of the frozen custard flavor of the day, mint chocolate chip, the reality of Parker's news hit me in the face harder than the humid July air as we left the cool air conditioning in the restaurant.
About an hour later I got a text from Parker.
< It's getting really bad here.
< what's wrong?
< I've never heard them fight so much. I'm getting mad.
< Stay out of it...
That was the last message I got from him until I heard a knock on the front door about an hour later. Mom was watching a Mexican telenovela in the living room and I was in my room.
"Come in mi amor, How are you Parker? Angel told me the news. I'm so sorry. Estas bien?"
"No Senora, no estoy bien. I'm not good at all. My parents had a big fight and..."
I jumped up out of my bed and practically ran to the living room.
"Are you okay?" I asked as soon as I got in the living room. He looked horrible. His eyes were puffy and red and I could tell he had been crying. I gave him a hug as soon as I got to him.
"No, I'm not doing good at all. Oh man. This day has been the worst."
"Uh oh. What happened?" I feared the worst, and my fears were justified.
"Well, um, my dad is super pissed off at me. My mom is super angry at my dad, and now she's upset with me too." I could tell by the look on his face that it must have gotten really bad. I felt weak in my knees and suddenly felt like I was going to throw up the hamburger, cheese curds, and the mint chocolate chip frozen custard I had for dinner.
After a moment of silence as Parker tried to regain his composure, he began to tell us what happened.
"My mom absolutely blew up. She does NOT want to move to Colorado. She loves her job here, likes where we live, and has made a lot of friends. She blamed my dad on making the decision despite her objections and does not want to take me out of school here. She knows how happy I am here." Parker took a moment to catch his breath and asked Mom for some water. I brought him a water bottle, he took a big sip and continued.
"They argued back and forth, Dad more or less telling Mom that with the big raise he will get she wouldn't have to find a job right away out there and that we could find a really nice house with some acreage near the mountains. He then asked me if I liked the mountains and how much would I like living there. I told him I did like the mountains but that I didn't want to leave my school and my friends. Mom agreed with me that I needed to have the stability of staying in one place through high school and that I finally had some really good friends." He took another sip of water and something told us that the worst was yet to come.
"The arguing continued. Dad blamed Mom for being on my side. The yelling at each other got really bad. It stopped for a few minutes as Mom left the kitchen and went to the living room to sit down, and Dad went into his office. I went to my room to try and regain my composure, you know, to settle down too. I was so upset. When I heard my Dad come out of his office room about twenty minutes later, I could hear his tone of voice change, and he was as mad as I've ever heard him. He called me out to the living room, saying `Parker, get out here NOW.'
So of course I got out my room and was now nervous as can be, right? Mom told him to not yell at me that way and he told her to shut up, that he'd call me however he felt necessary. He had a drink in his hand -- a glass of whiskey or something that he gulped down like it was water. He was getting drunk FAST. Then he started yelling at me again; it was horrible."
"Damnit boy, why do you think I bought you that fucking car, so you could just drive all over the place here? Do you think that? Well you're wrong. I bought you that car so you could drive it to and from school in Colorado. What the fuck? A car here to drive your little buddies around here? I thought for sure you would want to move to Colorado. The mountains! Come on, son! We can go camping! We can go fishing! Skiing! You like to ski! How can you do this to me...You know if you go, your mother will have no choice but to go. Come on son, what do you say?"
"I was so mad. I told him no. I told him if Mom wasn't going I was going to leave either. And then it went from bad to the absolute worst. I started yelling. I lost it. I told him that he wouldn't take me fishing, skiing, or camping, that he hasn't done that here with the job he has now, so why would he do it there with a more difficult job with more responsibility? He called me an ungrateful spoiled brat that doesn't deserve anything that he or my Mom has done for me. My Mom told him to just stop and told me to lower my voice. I yelled back at her that it is true what I said and for a moment I thought she was going to stick up for me but then my Dad interrupted again."
"Okay hotshot you think you're such a big fucking man, right? Think you can talk back to your father like that, well buddy, I got news for you. Oh yeah. And your mother better brace herself unless she already knows. `Cause now I know the truth about you and it all makes perfect sense."
Parker paused, took another sip of his water, and set the bottle down on the carpeting, near the hole in the carpet. I could tell he was about to break down. He continued.
"Yeah, boy, I know the truth. I know now what a novio is. You didn't think I was paying attention at that birthday party for Carter? Did you? DID YOU! Answer me, boy! I bet your mother doesn't know what a novio is. Well guess what. GUESS WHAT? It means BOYFRIEND. YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS? That means that your son is a homosexual, A GAY FAGGOT! How about that? So tell me boy, ARE YOU GAY?"