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Carter and the Biker Boy
Chapter 52
As the days quickly passed by from the camping trip to the week of Mom and Dad's wedding in Ontario, our mornings were a carbon copy of each other: Parker and me meeting T at his apartment, then running to the Y for an intense weight lifting sesh before returning back to T's apartment for a hearty breakfast.
Since it was costly, Parker and I both chipped in money for the food, offering to take T with us to the grocery store on the east side of Loves Park that had a great selection of healthy foods.
Our regime was indeed working. Parker was getting ripped, and already had the making of six pack abs. Mine were on the verge of developing, but what was more pronounced were the muscles in my back, shoulders and arms. I had well defined muscles now, and I felt like my legs were getting lean and powerful.
Tony was also getting ripped and had about two pounds to go to meet his goal. To say we were all stoked for him was an understatement.
Most of the mornings that Dad didn't have anything pressing for me to do, Parker and I spent our mornings after working out relaxing in his hot tub and relieving ourselves of any sexual tension, mostly repeats of every other morning during the summer.
When the morning arrived for the trip to Ontario, Mom and Dad were both wrecks -- each hoping that all the plans made would fall into place with no major problems.
The small wedding party consisting of Mom, Dad, Jake, me, Parker, Uncle Mike and Nico, Tia Rosa (mom's maid of honor), Tio Javier of course, Javy, my little cousins who were not so little anymore: Luis and Hector who were now thirteen and eleven and my other little cousin Susana who was the flower girl. We drove three cars up, with Uncle Mike and Nico riding with me and Parker. Our conversations during the three hour drive was so amazing that it really took my mind off the events of the wedding.
They told us about how they'd been dating now since that time we met Nico at the store where he works, and how they both loved the gay culture in Chicago. It was nice to see Uncle Mike so happy, and Nico seemed to be a cool guy.
The topic of the camping trip did come up, as Parker told Uncle Mike about what we did for his birthday.
Needless to say they were quite interested in what transpired, asking for details that we weren't certain we should give, but they did promise that what was discussed in the Rav 4 would stay in the Rav 4.
They both chimed in on giving us advice about how to proceed carefully with our gay friends, citing the many relationships that were ended because most of the guys couldn't keep their dicks in their pants or couldn't keep their hands and mouths off other guys' dicks, which lead to cheating on their so called beloved boyfriends. Other than both of us getting horny as hell, we both agreed on what they were saying and thanked them for their advice.
The wedding party checked into the White House Airbnb and soon the house was filled with the familiar scents of Mexican food which consisted of carnitas from a local Mexican store back home, charro beans, guacamole, nopales, red rice, flour and corn tortillas being warmed up, as well as homemade salsas.
After dinner the adults went down to the Kickapoo River Sand Bar, a new bar in downtown Ontario. That left Javy, his brothers, Susana, Parker and me to lounge around. We spent the rest of the night playing the PlayStation and just being lazy. Since the five of us had to share one room, there was no way Parker and I would dare to do anything, although in the middle of the night after Hector and Luis had fallen fast asleep, Javy tried to get us to give him a blow job, but of course we told him to not even think about it, as there was no way it would happen. He then fell asleep right away.
In the morning Tia Rosa made us all chorizo with eggs, and once again warmed up flour tortillas. We all took turns showering and got ready to go to the park.
THANKFULLY, the weather was spectacular -- no winds, no clouds, and no mosquitos. Since the short, small wedding service was going to be at the top of the outlook where Dad had proposed to Mom, we all had to take the fifteen minute hike up the trail that led to the top. Luckily we got to wear hiking shoes with our suits, which looked kind of funny in a way but knowing how both Mom and Dad were and that this was the second wedding for both of them, they wanted to do it in the most non-traditional way possible.
The service itself lasted about fifteen minutes. Uncle Mike was Dad's best man, so along with Mom and Tia Rosa, the four of them stood together while the pastor from the Ontario church did the ceremony.
I really don't remember much about the vows they'd written to each other, other than it contained lines about how Dad promised to care for me, his now adopted son as his own, and Mom offered the same about my little brother Jake. They said their "I do's and I will's", and just as the sun set as a bright orange ball in the western sky, the two of them embraced and kissed as the pastor officially pronounced them man and wife, and for the first time in my life, I was happy to say that we were officially a family. It was truly one of the greatest moments in my life.
We had carried a small cooler with some champagne and soft drinks for us kids, and once the service was over, Mom and Dad proposed a toast to the wedding party, and we all enjoyed a drink from the plastic champagne glasses we brought.
It wasn't long before darkness fell and despite staying up at the lookout post longer than we should have, the park rangers left us alone to enjoy our moment. About an hour after sunset, the first of several shooting stars from the Perseid meteor shower began to streak across the sky. Everyone, including Nico, Uncle Mike, J.D. and Frank were amazed at the intensity and beauty that ensued in the heavens above us.
Finally after we'd seen enough meteors falling, we made our way back down to the cars and soon were back in Ontario. Mom and Dad had rented the small hall area along the right side of the bar for a reception and had contracted a small local band to play traditional wedding reception songs.
We all danced and had a great time until almost three o'clock in the morning when the hall and the bar had to close. Parker and I danced alongside Uncle Mike and Nico, and we even took turns dancing with each other. No one cared or said anything to us; it was such a fun time, especially when Parker and I danced a couple of slow songs at the end of the night. It was great to be with him and be so in love with him.
We all slept late into the morning, and finally woke up with only about an hour to spare before we had to be out of the White House. Thankfully, J.D. and Frank had brought us some Amish pastries and a huge pot of fresh coffee so we were able to eat quickly before we headed down to the canoe outfitter to enjoy an afternoon floating down the Kickapoo River to the state park canoe ramp where we'd always take our canoes out of the water.
The canoe trip was fun as always -- for most of us anyway. It was hilarious to see Javy and Luis try to keep their canoe straight while navigating the river. They got so pissed at each other as neither Luis nor Javy could paddle the canoe without zigzagging from shore to shore, getting the canoe stuck multiple times in the shallow water. They could be heard shouting obscenities at each other in Spanish several times. So when they made a wrong move and all fell in the water, those of us nearby couldn't help but laugh non-stop at my poor soaked cousins as they climbed back in the canoe. Jake and Hector, who had become good friends now that they were officially cousins seemed to enjoy more success paddling, figuring it out that as long as the person in front paddles, the person in back just steers the canoe with his paddle. No one bothered to tell Luis and Javy this, and they never figured it out on their own. Let's just say that they didn't speak to each other for the remainder of the canoe trip.
Parker and I made it to the boat launch first, then Jake and Hector. Mom and Dad followed; Uncle Mike and Nico along with Tia Rosa and Tio Javier were close behind. About fifteen minutes later totally pissed off Javy and Luis got out of their canoes and had to be separated by Tio Javier as they almost started fighting.
Once again we ate lunch at the bar where there reception took place. It was a quiet Sunday afternoon, not many patrons were in the bar. A Brewers and Cubs game was playing on the four flat screen televisions in the bar, the Cubs were up by four runs, thanks in part to a three run homer by our favorite player, PCA. None of the patrons except for us were interested in the game, since the Brewers were about to lose another game, cementing their spot in the basement of the Central division.
We finally all left the bar around four in the afternoon and began the long drive back home. The first part of Mom and Dad's well planned out wedding ceremony in Ontario was now in the books.
The cool part was that since Dad had to start working a week from the following Tuesday, they were going to fly out on a honeymoon to Cancun for a five day, four night stay. They wanted Jake and me to go, but Jake's mom was being a...bitch for lack of a better word, as so accurately described by Dad. So since he couldn't go, I told both of them that it was their time to enjoy the start to being husband and wife. They trusted me to stay at home, especially since I had mandatory practice for cross country starting Thursday morning.
I was so much looking forward to Parker spending the night with me while they were gone. We had plans that would pretty much echo the time at his house, albeit minus a hot tub, big shower and of course a wrestling mat. But we didn't need that to be happy, all we needed was each other.
Uncle Jake and Nico stayed with us until Monday afternoon and had agreed to take Mom and Dad to the airport where they would spend the night at a nearby hotel. Since they had to be at the airport at something like three o'clock in the morning, it made great sense. So just after dinner on Monday, I gave them all hugs and kisses and soon they were on their way. Mom told me she'd text me when they got to Mexico, Dad told me to behave myself.
As soon as they left, I texted Parker to see when he was coming over. I didn't hear from him right away, so I got a little concerned. Usually he would answer me right away. Finally about an hour later after I did some reading, he answered.
< Sorry babe. Had a call from my dad.
< Everything okay?
I was concerned now.
< Yeah, but no. Going to come over.
< K.
I couldn't wait, my horniness was peaking again.
We kissed and were in each other's arms when he came in the house. I could tell something was not right, and he didn't have a backpack with him like he would bring when he would spend the night.
"What's going on, mi amor?" I inquired as we broke our embrace.
Parker took a deep breath before giving me his news.
"Well, I got a call from my father. Yeah, the same one who hasn't had any contact with me since he left."
"Uh oh." I felt something was off.
"Yeah, I was hesitant to talk to him at first, especially since the divorce is supposed to be final next month after being delayed by several months and issues that came up. But he knew what to say to me to get me to go along with his ideas."
"What ideas?" I asked now, unsure of what was about to go down.
"He wants me to come out and spend time with him before school starts. Go backpacking like we did before. He wants to make things right with me."
"Do you trust him? When does he want you to go?" I said with hesitance, especially knowing that practice was going to start.
"Well that's the problem." He hung his head.
"Yeah... and?" I pried.
"Tonight. He sent me a ticket to fly to Denver tonight." My heart sank.
"What are you going to do? You're not going, are you?" I was almost in tears.
"Babe, I don't want to, but my mom told me I should go. She said if I want to be his beneficiary or something like that then I need to go. I'm not sure what she means by that, and I so hate to leave you, but I have to go. I hope you understand."
I fought back the tears. Seventeen year old's aren't supposed to cry. But we cried together. He kissed my cheek, wiping my tears away. We both knew that Parker's dad had a substantial amount of money in the bank, enough for college and a house for Parker, so he had to do what he had to do. At least his dad was making an effort.
"Please don't worry babe, it's only going to be until next Monday. I'll be back before you know it. I'm so sorry. But maybe one of the boys can come over and spend time with you -- T, Caleb, Noah, but if Jaxon comes over, no letting him fuck you, okay?" We both laughed at the notion.
We talked a little longer about the plans his dad had pitched to him and although I so desperately did not want him to go, I did my best to convince him that it was indeed the right thing to do. Having college paid for at a minimum is something that he couldn't pass up.
Just like that after long kisses and hugs goodbye, we broke our embrace with tears streaming down our faces and he was gone.
Suddenly I felt very much alone. Alone like I had been back before Mom met Dad and we lived in our little house. I fell asleep, sleeping dreamlessly until morning, waking up early to an empty house.
Thankfully T and I carried on our morning ritual, and after working out and eating breakfast, he told me was sorry to hear that Parker was now in Colorado with his dad. A late night text from Parker confirmed his arrival.
I got home, showered, and decided to sit down and do some writing. Of course I've kept up here with you all, but it was good to work on some other non-life documenting writing. I had been writing for close to two hours on my most recent work when I got a text. Thinking it was Parker, I stopped writing and anxiously picked up my phone to find out it was from Caleb.
< Hey Bro, `sup?
Typical Caleb.
We hadn't talked since he texted me that night after camping. With the wedding and all, the time between that night and today had flown by. And no, I hadn't gotten the chance to sit down and talk about what happened at the campground. But now it appeared that we both had time.
< Yo, dude. Nada. U?
I responded, not sure how to proceed.
< U with the BF?
I couldn't lie.
< He went to CO to be with his dad for the week.
< No shit! I thought he didn't want anything to do with him?
< eh, it's his dad. U know how that goes. Oh wait, maybe not.
< U home, `rents there?
< Y and N.
< Can I come over?
I felt my balls pull up tight to my groin as I started to get hard at the same time in anticipation of what could go down.
< Yes.
I replied. Images and memories of the camping trip quickly filled my brain. Crap.
< One problem, can u pick me up
< 30 mins.
I had to pick my room up a little, throwing my dirty clothes in the clothes basket and making my bed, and just clear up the clutter. I'm not sure why, but it seemed important to have a clean room before Caleb came over.
When I got to his house I didn't have to get out of my car before he came out of the house wearing a rather loose sleeveless blue tee shirt, a pair of blue Nike basketball shorts and a pair of black Nike slides. He had a black backpack slung over his right shoulder, and a black Nike baseball cap on, backwards of course. He approached the car, opened the door and got in, putting his backpack between his tanned, muscular legs, now covered with blondish brown hair from his ankles to his mid-thighs. His perfect smile was comforting, as my mind began to wander.
"Hey bro, sorry to hear about Parker going to see his dad. How are you doing?" His Gio cologne was freshly applied, appealing to my senses.
"I'm doing okay." I told him what went down and he genuinely seemed sorry that Parker would be gone for the week. We talked about the wedding, the trip, the reception, and how long Mom and Dad would be in Mexico.
"So you're going to be alone, huh?" He asked with a slightly devilish tone of voice.
"Yeah. I guess I'm not used to it anymore. It feels weird." I looked at his backpack, not really registering what his plans were. He noticed my glance.
"Oh, well I brought some snacks and drinks for us. And I got some new PS5 games: Sonic X and Banishers. Thought we could hang out and play some games?"
"Sure...that's cool." I felt bit of a letdown with his thoughts, but also relief thinking that we would be alright. But then...
"Oh, and I brought a change of clothes if it's okay to stay the night?" My cock went from zero to one hundred percent hard in seconds. As the light turned green and I proceeded through the busy intersection, an impish grin formed on my face that could not be stifled.
"That's fine." Was all I could say as I'm sure I saw him adjust his basketball shorts.
When we got back to the house, before I parked the car in the garage, Caleb noticed that there was a basketball hoop on the end of the parking area where I normally parked the Rav 4 so it didn't interfere with Mom or Dad's cars.
"Hey, wanna shoot some hoops?" He suddenly asked. I agreed, since I knew we were both stoked energy wise and needed to expend some of that energy before we went in the house. Caleb left his backpack by the car as I grabbed two basketballs, tossing one to him as we walked out to the hoop.
We took turns shooting baskets while chatting about stuff, mainly school starting, me starting cross country, and about his new PS5 games. Typical guy stuff, I suppose.
He was right -- despite my morning workout with T, I still had nervous energy that needed to be expended. We opted to play a little one on one, first to twenty one. Since it was hot out, we both took our shirts off.
I guess the weights were working. Caleb noticed right away.
"Damn bro, look at you! Is that a six pack you've got started?" I smiled and nodded.
"Yeah, I guess. T really knows how to get a guy ripped. How about him?" I replied, not really thinking about exactly what I'd said.
"Bro! No, I'm not really into straight guys like him." We both broke out laughing now, as I realized what I'd said, and how he interpreted my comment.
We focused on our games now. We decided to play best of three games. I won the first, Caleb won the second. The games were quite physical, and we were now drenched with sweat -- Caleb's lean but developed smooth upper chest glistened with sweat, his sinewy biceps also sweaty. We bumped into each other several times rebounding missed shots and just getting physical trying to block the other from making shots. With the games split at one a piece, it was now down to the third and final game. And darn it if he didn't place a wager on the third game.
"How about we place a bet on the last game." Caleb stopped to catch his breath, wiping the sweat from his brow.
"You're on." I said without really thinking, caught up in the competitiveness of the game. "What's the bet?" I asked. We resumed play, it was my ball.
We were tied at fifteen when I made a three pointer to take the lead. I tossed the ball back to Caleb; he held the ball again.
"Loser does what winner wants." He replied, smiling, seemingly acting tired, but still acting confident, something he didn't have when we first met as freshmen. For a brief second, I had flashbacks to what happened with Terrell and his loser friend when they confronted me at my old house and I lost to them, having to give them head. Different situation, different time. I felt loose now, my senses alive, almost feeling like I could sprint balls out on a three mile run, setting a PR. I felt that good.
"You're on." I replied, confident of my abilities.
For some reason, we both missed our next three shots, the other collecting the rebound each time. Finally, Caleb shot a three and we were now tied at eighteen.
The battle ensued, going back and forth, getting physical, bumping into each other chasing after rebounds. His cologne long since diluted by his sweat, his sweaty odor was becoming an aphrodisiac for me.
The next person to hit a three would win. Caleb wrestled the ball from me in a show of aggressiveness I'd not seen from him before as I tried to grab his missed shot.
He circled around the imaginary arc of the three point line, jumped back, set his feet, and as I tried to lunge towards him to block his shot, he rose up and in perfect form he unleashed his shot that cleared the rim and was nothing but net.
He won the third game. Time for me to pay up on the bet.
"So, winner of our friendly wager, what is it you want to me to do?" I asked, nervous, yet intrigued by what it was he wanted me to do. Thinking back to the time we blew each other in the parking lot after getting the sunburn medicine for Parker, I felt my cock growing with the anticipation of the bet being sexual in nature.
Caleb just looked at me and smiled. "Oh, don't worry, I'll think of something, now that you're the loser and I'm the winner." He smiled, not really being too cocky just yet.
I brought him and myself a bottle of lemon lime Gatorade from the refrigerator in the garage and we sat on the blacktop drive drinking our bottles of cold refreshments, trying to cool down in the hot August afternoon.
After a prolonged silence, Caleb spoke first.
"I haven't seen Noah since the camping trip." Caleb spoke, a bit of melancholy in his voice.
"Has he been busy?" I asked, uncertain where this was going.
"No... he um, well, felt like he wanted a bit of a break from `us', whatever that means." He hung his head now, beads of sweat still ran down his cheek to his chin, then dripped on his perfect chest and abs before disappearing into the waistband of his boxer briefs. I stared too long and was caught. Caleb smiled as our eyes briefly met, then he looked out into the yard. After a brief moment of silence, I spoke.
"So you guys are still together though, right?" I asked, hoping they were still a couple.
"We are. We haven't broken up..." I waited for a but, or for him to continue his thought, but it looked like he was trying to choose his words carefully.
"Does he know about what happened in the parking lot when we went to the store?"
"No, and I'm not sure if that would bother him, it's just the admission about you being my first crush. It's odd that he'd be bothered by that, which he doesn't seem all that upset about, but it's like there is something that's bothering him. I'm kind of at a loss.
"But all those times we were all together at Parker's, you know, in the basement. I mean, I wouldn't think that he'd be uncomfortable around us, unless he was bothered by something with Jaxon and Jason being there at the campground with us?" Caleb shrugged his shoulders when I mentioned the idea of Jaxon and Jason being there.
"I dunno, bro. It's like I'm wondering what it was I did." I reached over and put my hand on his still sweaty shoulder. His hot, damp skin seemed to send an electrical pulse through me.
"Does he know you're here with me tonight?" I asked, still touching his shoulder.
"No. We haven't talked in a couple of days."
"I'm sorry bro, maybe you should text him. He can come over if you both want to hang out here with me tonight, it'd be cool with Mom and Dad." I offered, just seeing Caleb's reaction.
"Thanks bro, but tonight I'm content to just hang with you, like we did back when we were going to the Y and you were helping me with my swimming, if that's cool?"
I felt a bit of a letdown hearing his words, but in my mind I knew it was probably for the best.
"Yeah, that's cool. You wanna go inside? The mosquitoes are starting to bite."
"Sure bro, let me grab my backpack."
We went in the house where the A/C was doing a great job keeping the house nice and cool.
For the next couple of hours we hung out playing on the PlayStation. His new games were cool.
Around nine we were both getting hungry so I ordered a pizza from our favorite pizza place in town. Since they couldn't deliver to us for another hour and a half, we opted to go get it. When we got back we ate the pizza, drank some soda's, then Caleb asked if he could shower. I got him a towel and he used my shower in the basement.
My mind was thinking crazy thoughts while he was in the shower, mainly about what holding up my end of the wager would be. My mind was wandering as I started to get hard when I got a text.
It was from Parker.
< Hey babe, how are you? Missing me?
< Amor! YES! How's everything?
< Good just missing u.
< Awe, same.
< watcha doing?
< hanging with Caleb.
A bit of a silence.
< Cool. Noah too?
< no. he's got...issues. They have issues.
< NO!
He responded, and then:
< sorry to hear that. Hope they work it out. Love those guys. Hi to him. He needs to talk to Noah and ask him whats bothering him.
< same here, I agree.
< K. Going to dinner with dad's colleague and his fam. You and C have fun. LY
< LY2.
And then he was gone.
A few seconds later Caleb came out of the shower with a towel wrapped loosely around his waist. His tan line prominent, the top of his brown bush peeking out from the top of the towel. I was surprised that he wasn't like he usually was at swim practice -- hard as a rock.
I showered next as Caleb laid on my bed, still in the towel, watching previews on one of the movie channels from the satellite television.
All the shower did was get me horned up, so when I dried off and tied the towel around my waist, I was still hard -- my erection now plastered to the right on my groin. I was certain that a stream was starting to leak. The anticipation of what was to happen was flooding my mind with evil thoughts.
We laid on the bed, just in our towels watching some stupid teenage comedy from the eighties, that was hilarious. Since we started watching part way through, we didn't know the plot or what was even really going on. When it was over, we laughed about the ending, but then silence returned. Caleb finally spoke.
"So, about the camping trip."
I took a deep breath, trying to curb the nervousness that descended down and crept into my chest.
"Yes, the camping trip." Caleb's right foot was moving back and forth in a nervous-like twitch.
Silence again, as we both struggled for words to say what we felt without hurting the other's feelings.
I tried to lighten the mood a bit.
"That was crazy, wasn't it? I mean truth and dare, and then Jason's dare?" I laughed a little, trying to break the tension. It worked.
"I know! Right, bro?!" Caleb responded. "I mean wow, daring us to take turns on Jaxon? That was fun, and like damn, crazy!"
We both laughed as if we'd both nailed the hottest chicks in school.
"That was wild. But it wasn't what I liked the best." Holy crap, I just said it.
"Oh really..." Caleb smiled. "And what was the best? Parker nailing you in the outhouse?"
I hit him over the head with my pillow and then a pillow fight ensued, almost enough to dislodge the towels wrapped around our waists. Almost...
"No silly. You know what was best. I told you before." I looked at him seriously now and he nodded his head.
"Same for me. It was the best, but yet the worst." He replied. I gave him a perplexed look. "Bro, to finally get what I've wanted since we first met was like a dream come true. But also knowing that you're with Parker is the sobering reality that unless you guys break up for some reason, I'll never be able to have you." He looked away now, clearly a bit emotional.
I wanted to hug him. I wanted to kiss him. I truly loved Caleb as a dear friend, as a brother. But yeah, now I wanted what happened in the tent to happen again.
But as much as I did, and I'm sure he did, at that moment we respected each other.
Only for a moment.
And then:
"Can I give you a hug?" Caleb asked carefully and cautiously. I nodded my head.
He wrapped his strong swimmer's arms around me, holding me tightly now, his pecs firm and hard against mine.
My mind was spinning, my desire was burning, and my resolve was dying fast.
"I love you, bro. You know that, right?" he whispered into my ear. I nodded my head and replied that yes I did, and that I loved him too.
I could feel his heart racing against mine, keeping pace.
Instead of breaking the embrace, I felt his burning lips on my neck, his moist tongue touching my skin, sending electrical pulses through my body. A slow moan escaped my mouth, and before I knew it, our lips met, his hands now found the back of my neck and he ran his fingers through my hair. My hands found his lean, muscular back, massaging his neck as our tongues now danced together slowly as our horniness level soared.
We came up for air after what seemed like an hour but was probably more like five or ten minutes of deep kissing. He smiled at me, I smiled back. He was good, tantalizing all of my senses.
My resolve, whatever I had left, had waned to almost nothing. I'd witnessed first hand the way he was with Noah, the times that they made out on the opposite side of the hot tub before, so I knew he was an ultra-romantic guy.
Knowing this and seeing it while Parker and I made out on the other side usually fueled the fire inside me. Maybe it was just seeing another couple making out, or maybe secretly it was me wanting to be in Noah's place. Either way, we were on a runaway train that wasn't stopping anytime soon.
Playfully, he nibbled on my ear lobe, then ran his tongue along the edge of my ear.
"Time to pay up." He whispered. Slowly, without force he put his hand on my pecs, his fingers grazing my nipples that were begging for attention. His slight push invited me to lay down on the bed, he followed and resumed kissing my wanting lips.
He was in command and in control, and I followed his lead. When he removed the still damp towel, a smattering had covered the head and was leaking profusely. Ignoring the obvious, he ran his fingertips along the top of my thighs down to my feet causing me to squirm. Slowly he caressed almost every inch of my legs with his fingertips, moving back up.
Skipping what begged for attention, he instead locked his fingers in mine, then kissed me again for a moment, my willing mouth taking his tongue as deep as he could thrust it.
He let go of my hands, then resumed running his fingertips along every inch of my arms, neck, upper body, my taut abs, and then I thought he was going to touch what was about to explode.
Instead, he slowly lifted my legs up until they were straight up.
His fingers resumed touching the back of my legs, down to my tight butt. As they got closer to my sensitive, yearning spot, there was no going back now. I needed him just as badly as he needed me. So when he kissed my inner thigh and worked his way to the destination, as his tongue began to lick and wiggle itself in me, there was no way we were stopping now.
I wanted to take him in my mouth, but he never broke away from holding this position, and as he held my legs tight to his muscular chest and my butt touched his skin, nothing else mattered more than him taking me.
When I felt his heat and wetness against me. It felt like my stream intensified, some of it reaching my mouth.
With a copious amount of his natural lube, we both finally got what we wanted: I eagerly accepted him as he slowly worked himself inside.
It didn't take long before he began to move in a slow methodical pace, almost withdrawing completely, but then going in full hilt.
His natural curve hit me where it mattered most again and again as a string of my own leaked on to my chin.
He then lowered my legs and back on to the bed, still inside, not breaking stride. He gazed into my eyes and as our eyes met, he smiled as I moaned from the way he was making me feel.
His tongue licked my chin, then our lips met again and I tasted my lube on his tongue, which only served to bring me closer.
He now sat back with my butt and legs now on his thighs.
This position was magical.
I can't explain how incredible it felt, but as my muscles clenched down on him, I could feel one of the biggest waves of intense pleasure I've had start to build from deep inside. As it got closer, I began to move around, riding him as much if not more than he was riding me.
We reached the point of no return together.
When his commenced, the twitching and feeling of his seed being expelled inside me caused mine to erupt without any touch on the outside.
It's a good thing no one else was home.
I was practically yelling from the immense pleasure I was experiencing, which was something I'd never done before.
The more I erupted, the more he expelled inside me, so it seemed.
My stomach, chest, and even my cheeks were covered with my seed.
We basked in the glory of what had just happened for what seemed like forever, not speaking a single word.
Finally, he spoke as he laid on his back next to me.
"That was...amazing. I've had wet dreams about being with you like this. You're incredible, Carter." He whispered, kissing my cheek.
"Thanks bro," I whispered back. "That was indeed amazing. I've never felt... it that intense before."
We laid in bed for awhile just talking softly before finally getting up to shower. Since my shower is smaller than Parker's, I let Caleb shower first while I used the bathroom.
When I finished showering, I went back into my room where Caleb was now laying on the bed in just his CK black boxer briefs. He was looking at something on his phone. He looked up at me and smiled again, and I laid alongside him, propping my head up with my hand and arm.
"You good, bro?" He asked.
"Yeah, how about you?" I replied.
"Dude, I'm better than good. I'm ready to go again if you are." He laughed and I laughed at the prospect of having him again and feeling that immense pleasure. I almost didn't think I was ready, but as he leaned forward and our lips met and he pushed me onto my back, taking me in his mouth, I was ready in a heartbeat.
He moved around to let me take him in my mouth and we sucked each other at the same time until we both got close. Despite him already being in me, I wanted to feel him hitting my spot again, so of course the curtain call was just as good as the main act.
Yes, I came without being touched, again. It almost blew my mind at how good it felt the second time.
We didn't shower again, but after I used the bathroom we both fell on the bed exhausted.
I'm not sure what time we fell asleep, but I'd forgotten that I'd promised T that I'd meet him at his house for our normal run and workout. So when my alarm went off at half past five in the morning, I didn't know what day it was, why my alarm was going off, and just exactly who was in bed with me.
It then dawned on me a few minutes later what had transpired over the past twenty four hours.
When Caleb woke up and looked at me with a confused look, I figured we both felt the same way. He quickly figured out where he was.
"Was I dreaming about last night? Did we...?" He asked, half joking and half serious and obviously not yet awake.
I nodded my head and held up two fingers. "You don't remember?" I replied, thinking he must be joking about not remembering anything from last night.
"I remember very clearly. It was a dream come true. Thank you." He gave me a hug and a quick peck on my cheek.
"Yeah, thank YOU" I responded, realizing that I'd better make a decision about going with T. "Um, last night was...great. But, um, I forgot that T and I are still planning to work out. Do you want to join us?" I inquired.
"Um, sure. Do you think T will suspect anything?" Caleb pondered, afraid almost to hear my response.
"I'm not sure. Probably not, but dude, he knows were both gay. I don't think it would bother him. He doesn't know about what went down in the tent or in my car."
"Okay, I'll go."
And so we left my house for T's, and before long we reached the Y, running on the bike path in the early humid August morning.
Caleb was in great shape, his body in a perfect swimmer's condition and I was in complete awe of him while we worked out with lighter weights while T used the heavier weights. He looked so hot and I'm sure he caught me staring more than once at what looked to be hard in his basketball shorts while he was doing reps on the hip abductor/adductor machine.
We did our routine and then ran back to T's house where just like every other day, he made breakfast.
After helping him clean up, we chatted for a bit before heading back to my house. Caleb's mom texted him, reminding him that he had a dentist appointment, so she was on her way over to pick him up.
Before he left, we both agreed that we'd better have a good bro to bro talk about things.
Once again, things that had happened between us had gone unsettled.
I thought I was okay with it.
The following morning after our workout routine and breakfast, T asked me a question that caught me completely off guard.
"Dude, I know it's probably none of my business, and I don't necessarily understand everything, but is there something going on between you and Caleb?"