Date: Wed, 29 Jun 2011 12:27:12 -0400
From: Matthew Oswald <moswald12@gmail.com>
Subject: Swimming with Parker

The following story will be told in a few installments. My previous piece
received some positive reviews via E-mail a few months back, and
inspiration finally hit me for another. This one has little to do with the
other, and is less of a fantasy and more of a structured story, with a more
believable plot and characters undergoing a more realistic "coming out".

About the Author: I am a 29 year old gay male who has long wished to have
experienced something like the following story with another kid when I was
younger. Those who are offended by underage youths engaging in consensual
sexual activity should refrain from reading.

* * * *

My name is Kyle, but everyone calls me Harry. It's an annoyance I've
learned to cope with.

It's not that I hate the name Harry, but they call me that because I look
like Harry Potter, so in that respect, it gets on my nerves. For those not
completely savvy in pop culture, Harry Potter was known for three things:
messy black hair, warped-ass glasses and a big scar on his head.

While my scar isn't too big, it was impossible to miss on my forehead...
and while Harry Potter got his from resisting a killing curse from the most
powerful wizard in history... I got mine by slamming my head on a table
while trying to dodge a ball thrown indoors by my cousin. JK Rowling, eat
your heart out.

I also have black hair, though I try my best not to keep it messy. It's
also on the longish side, going down to my shoulders when wet. And yes, I
do have glasses. Though my "friends" (I use that term sparingly, and will
get into that soon) have often recommended contacts, I still can't quite
get into the idea of sticking a piece of glass in my eye, all for the sake
of personal vanity.

The rest of my attributes are fairly innocuous. Average height, skinny
build, and despite being 15, I had very little hair on my arms and legs. I
had just enough acne to keep me honest, a pimple or two here. But nothing
to worry about. That being said, I wasn't concerned. Being long ago
dismissed as a geek, no girl would ever ask me out.

It would save me from an awkward situation, when I had to explain why even
the most beautiful girls really didn't impress me.

I never liked the fact I was gay, I don't mind telling you. It basically
set me up to be quiet and reclusive, especially since you can't exactly sit
at the "gay table" at school. When you have such a fundamental part of
yourself barred away from the world, you pretty much have to bar the rest
of yourself away too. If you get where I'm coming from, I probably don't
need to explain more.

For that reason, books have tended to be my best friends since I was
little. Everything from James Joyce to Stephanie Meyer (Team Jacob... just
because I never hear anyone on his side. Nice guys always finish last, I
guess). My mother instilled a lot of my love for reading, raising me on the
exploits of Tom Swift and Bilbo Baggins, each morning upon waking for
fifteen minutes or so.

It was summer in Massachusetts, and the weather was beautiful. All the
normal kids on my block were out running around like cretins, hooting and
hollering. Including my bratty little brother, Jason, and all his loser
friends. I sat in my room, Huckleberry Finn to keep me company.

I wasn't a complete indoors kid, of course. Outside of reading, my other
interests were photography and swimming. I would often go for hikes at the
nature's reserve, taking pictures of the landscapes and wildlife. Often,
I'd even go to Stenton's Lake and take some underwater pictures. My camera
was top of the line -- just got it for my birthday a month ago -- and
took 1080p resolution videos (that's super high definition), and was even
waterproof up to 100 feet.

I heard a knock on my door.

"Yes?" I asked.

The door opened and my mother came in, a stack of laundry in her hands.

"Thank you," I bade her, looking back down to my book.

I noticed she hadn't left yet. I looked back up.

 "Something you want?"

"Kyle, honey..." She began. "Why don't you go outside and play with the
other kids?"

I rolled my eyes and put on my best sarcastic voice. "Sounds good, I'll get
right on that."

Confident I'd put her down, I continued reading. Usually my snooty shield
mixed with my rapier wit was enough to shut her down, but not this
time. She took the book from me, closed it, and put it back on my bookshelf
-- well, my 4th bookshelf. My entire room kinda looked like a library.

"Jason is going to the lake with his friends. There's no lifeguard on duty
-- and he's not a great swimmer. I want you to look after them."

"So what... you punish me because Jason can't swim?" I snapped. I admit, I
get a little stand-offish when it comes to being forced in social
situations. It's one of the side effects of not really having friends.

"It wouldn't kill you, Kyle," she said firmly. "You really need to get
outside once in awhile."

I was now getting angry. When I got angry, my snooty shield became
something of a weapon.

"Mom... I spend all day reading and have straight As in school. One day,
I'll go to Harvard and become the CEO of Microsoft or something...  and
when you're living it up in a villa in Maui at my expense, I don't think
you'll give two shits and an acorn that I didn't go outside and play
Marco-Polo with the other kids."

At last, she sighed and extended a green bill. "I'll give you fifty dollars
for that new flashcard you wanted for your camera."

I snatched the bill out of her hand. "So when does the little brat want to
go?"

* * * *

I walked behind the three others, towel around my arm, digital camera
hanging around my neck and a Brandon Sanderson fantasy novel in the right
pocket of my cargo shorts. I did my best not to be miserable. I kept
thinking about the money.

 I'm convinced my mother had been unfaithful, because Jason couldn't have
been more different from me. He was a month away from turning 13, with
ruddy brown hair. He was nearly my height all ready, at 5 and a half feet,
and was probably going to be a head taller than me when full grown. He also
had a girlfriend all ready, which was a consistent annoyance to me... as
both he liked to rub it in, and my mother enjoyed patronizing me over,
since I'd never even been on a date.

"Where's Parker?" asked one of them. I didn't know his name. He was a
scraggly thing with unsightly acne all over his arms and face.

"Parker's dad's dropping him off there," Jason said. "The water's wicked
warm!"

We were well within walking distance of Stetmen's Lake, one of the clearest
bodies of water in all of Massachusetts. I admit, I loved the place -- I
just liked to be there without the screaming kids and the annoying
company. I'd often go early in the morning before any got there.  We made
our way through the wilderness trail, the full green leaves providing us
some cover from the sweltering sun. I saw a white birch tree from a
particular angle I liked, stopped, and snapped a picture of it.  "Why are
you walking so slow, Harry?" Jason turned around and asked me. He always
put an inflection on the Harry because unlike others, he knew it annoyed
me. Just one of those things brothers know.

I rolled my eyes toward him. "Because I enjoy pissing you off. You run off,
I'll tell mom. She's paying good money for me to watch your dumb ass."

I actually would never be a tattletale, but I knew Jason couldn't match
wits with my mother like I could, and was rather afraid of her.

"Asshole," Jason snapped, but stopped in his tracks.

I smirked. Yeah, we were a loving family.  We made it to the lake, after I
paused deliberately to take about a dozen more pictures.

"Oh. My. God! It's a fucking tree!" Jason roared.  "Quick, get its whole
goddam life story!"

"Don't worry," I comforted him. "I'm actually deleting the pictures once I
take them... testing the camera's zoom lens. Only another minute or so."

Jason screamed and ranted, but I tuned him out. Finally, when I thought he
was going to make himself hoarse, I casually slipped the camera around my
neck, smiled evily at him, and asked him what he was waiting for... I
flicked my hand toward the direction of the lake. "Proceed."

Jason kicked me in the shin (I lifted my leg in time to take it on my
foot), and stormed off. I followed to the lake.

And then, I saw something that I really wanted to take a picture of.

The beach was mostly empty, save for a few older kids, some swimmers in the
laplanes the town had set up, and... a boy that was leaning against the
shed by the path we came out of.

His blond hair was buzzed close to his scalp, maybe an inch long. It worked
great to frame his very lightly tanned face and his small, buttonish
nose. His eyes were unlike any I'd ever seen... not just the literal icy
blue color, but just the right twinkle of amusement and sarcasm. These were
heightened by the cocky smirk on his face, the crossing of his skinny but
well-toned arms, and how one of his bare feet were flat on the ground, but
the other just had the toes set down, with the heel actually resting
against his other leg.

To me, he was the paragon of cool... and beautiful.

 "Hey, the Great White Tracker's finally here!" the boy exclaimed. He ran
over and slapped Jason upside the head, playfully. "You find path to many
buffalo, Trailblazer?"

Jason laughed and playfully shoved the other boy back. "Fuck you, Parker."

Parker banged his fist against the hands of the other two boys Jason was
with, and then looked at me. He paused for a long moment, his cocky smile
fading just a little bit. We locked eyes and... I was certain there was
something. A moment. Some recognition. I don't know... maybe I was just
suffering from hypoxia, considering I hadn't taken a breath since I saw
him.

"I... don't know you," Parker said. "Hi."

"That's my brother," Jason snorted.

"You have a brother?" he asked.

"Uh... yeah. He doesn't really get out much and has no friends," Jason
spelled out for him.

Parker smiled my way, but then leaned closer to Jason and said in a soft
voice I could deliberately hear. "Does he talk?"

"Sometimes. Call him Harry Potter -- that'll get his attention."

Parker crossed his arms and quirked an eyebrow my way. I nearly passed out.

"Any relation to ..."

"Only in appearance," I finally was able to get out. "My name's Kyle." I
held out my hand... and felt stupid.

Hesitantly, Parker shook it. He then put on a very mock serious expression
and impersonated a stuffy businessman, even puffing out his lean
chest. "Well, it is a pleasure to meet you, Kyle. My designation is 4 of 4,
associated affiliation with Friends of Jason... adjunct of unimatrix
897-1."

He was a Star Trek fan. I felt my stomach fall to my feet. I think I was in
love.

"Can I call you Four for short?" I asked. "The rest is kinda a mouthful."

"Too imprecise." Parker smiled. "Just stick to Parker."

"Cool," I agreed.

 I was guessing he was a little older than Jason, but not much. I would
have known him if he was in the class just before mine. I had just finished
my sophomore year. He must have been an incoming freshman, like Jason.

Parker's eyes lingered on mine for just a moment longer, then he turned and
hopped up on Jason's back. Jason, shocked, barely grabbed his legs in time
to let him piggy-back. I'm guessing they had done this before, as it didn't
take too long for Jason to adapt and straighten up. Jason was very
athletic, he'd be trying out for a lineman on the freshman football team,
and could easily carry a boy nearly his own size.

Parker was a few inches shorter and much skinnier: maybe 5'4 and about
one-hundred and twenty pounds. They moved down to the beach and I followed
slowly. I kept my distance and continued watching Parker as covertly as I
could. Outside of being the most beautiful boy I'd ever seen, he seemed so
much like me... yet so different. He was me if I were amped up on speed or
something. He just had an energy about him which was so contagious. Jason
and the others had been reserved and toned down during the walk over. Now
that Parker was with them, they were all smiling and laughing.

Even I was smiling.

The other boys stripped off their sneakers, and Parker did a Luke Halpin,
slipping his arms into the bottom of his t-shirt and almost seeming to flex
it off himself, revealing his skinny but lightly muscled chest. A six-pack
had begun to form around his belly, whereas Jason was mostly that flabby
kind of muscle you got from being strong, but not necessarily in good
shape.

I could feel the blood rushing from my face. I spread my towel on the sand,
and quickly sat down to hide what was happening between my legs.

I took the novel out of my pocket and tried to read, but the words were
blurring every few seconds. I looked up, and saw Parker jump into the water
first, followed by my friends. I found myself just... watching him play. A
bright smile never left his face, and he found something to laugh about
every minute or two.

I wanted so bad to go in with them, and play water tag. Dive for
objects... like they were doing... but at the same time, I was afraid. What
if they didn't want me there? I was the hired help, after all. Just to
insure they didn't drown.

I sighed, and while I pictured myself running in, grabbing Parker and
throwing him around or dunking him underwater, the queasiness in my stomach
kept me rooted in place.  It was that same anxiety... that fear of
rejection... that kept most boys on the other side of the room during
dances from the girls.

Only the stakes were much higher. What if one of them bumped into me and
found out I had a boner? It wasn't just rejection I was afraid of... if
Jason ever found out I was gay... my life would be over. He would post it
on Facebook to the entire school, in a heartbeat. We may have loved each
other in some deep corner of our souls... maybe... but we were also enemies
in the way some brothers are at our age were.

That fear kept me rooted, pretending to read.

After about an hour (in which I'd read maybe 5 pages), Parker got out of
the water and ran over toward me. Soaking wet the way he was, water
glistening off his chest, I forgot to breathe again.

"Hey, I noticed your camera before... it's waterproof, right?"

It was a simple question, but I found it hard to answer him. "Um, yeah."

A smile lit up his face. "Can I use it?"

The camera cost almost three-hundred dollars, and if it were anyone else,
I'd laugh in their face. But, I found myself wanting so bad to please
Parker... it was almost shameful. I even managed to seem ambiguous about
it.

"Yeah, sure," I agreed. I took it off my neck -- it was about the size of
my palm, and handed it to him.  "Wow," He exhaled, turning it over. "This
thing is really expensive..."

"Pretty much," I said, smiling just a bit. "Don't let Jason touch it."

"Why not?" He asked, returning my smile.

"Let's just say things have a habit of turning into shit when he touches
them," I offered.

Parker laughed, and turned to go. Then, he stopped, returning those bright
eyes of his toward me again. "You'd trust a perfect stranger with your
camera over your brother?"

I wanted to point out I thought he was absolutely perfect, but I wasn't
that stupid.

"Yeah, kinda fucked up, isn't it?" I said.

Parker laughed. "Yeah, maybe a little."

I spoke before I thought. "I have a good feeling about you."

His smile faded, just a little bit, and a little red flush crept up into
his cheeks. As quickly as it was there, however, it was gone.

"Thanks," he said, though it seemed like an effort. He renewed his smile,
as if remembering something, and then ran back into the water.

Oh shit... had I embarrassed him? Had I tipped my hand too far? I felt a
swell of panic.

"I have a good feeling about you..." I said again, softly, to myself. What
the fuck had I been thinking?

* * * *

Parker used my camera like a pro -- I wondered if that was another thing
we had in common. He recorded everyone, snapped tons of pictures, and would
often disappear underwater. Once, he was down for almost two minutes before
popping back up.

That alone turned me on so much. I guess it was a fetish of mine, but other
boys holding their breaths underwater -- especially for a long time --
made me extremely horny.

More than once, I adjusted myself through my shorts. It was enough for me
that Parker was absolutely beautiful to watch, frolicking in the water like
a dolphin, with so much energy. He'd dunk Jason, who was massive compared
to him, and then put up a half-decent fight before he inevitably lost and
was piledrived into the water. Each time he faked a concerned cry before
Jason dropped him. Once he'd even managed to get half a 300 line out before
he was driven underwater.

"Tonight... I dine in..." Splash.

I smiled and blushed so bad, I almost had to look away... afraid they'd see
my beat red face from the water itself.

I noticed that there was a wet spot on my shorts. My precum had actually
leaked through. Cursing softly, I reached into my shorts and grasped my
rock-hard penis. I was about as thick as my pinky finger was long and about
six inches from base to tip when fully hard... like I was now. Under the
cover of my long t-shirt, I pulled my shorts out so that my cock slapped
against my belly-button, and then pulled my shorts back.

Were it not for my shirt, I'd be exposing myself, but that was the only way
I could hide my boner now. Even between the legs wasn't going to fly.

It was good timing too, because the boys were getting out of the lake now
and drying off. Parker made his way over to me, and I just prayed he didn't
notice the spot on my shorts.

"Thanks man!" Parker exclaimed as he handed the camera back to me.

"No problem," I managed to even sound calm.

"So yeah, can you send me the videos -- y'know... I'd like to put a few
on YouTube," He said. He pulled out his phone. "What's your phone number?

I gave it to him, in a daze.

He dialed it, and my phone began to ring. I smirked, and reached into my
shorts, picking it up. "Hello?"

"Hi Kyle," Parker said, into the phone in front of me. "Just wanted to give
you a call so you'd have my number," Pausing for a long moment, he then
added. "Y'know, so you can send the videos."

"Thanks," I said, into the phone. "But I'm pretty sure I need your E-Mail
for that... not your phone..."

Parker blushed. "Ohh... yeah..." He smiled again, and I noticed something I
hadn't noticed before. His teeth were just a tiny bit too big for his
mouth. It made his smile seem less sexy and more toothy and sincere. There
was nothing fake or seductive about it... I think that made it even more
perfect to me.

He then pushed a few buttons on his phone, and I heard a beep on mine --
a text message.

"There you go," He said.

I smiled back at him. "Thanks."

He then held out his fist. I was surprised, but I knew what was expected. I
raised my own, a bit awkwardly, and punched his gently. It was the first
time we'd touched, and I felt my ears rush. I was so breathless, that I
forgot to remove my fist from his... and for some reason, he kept his to
mine.

Then, as if both of us remembered something important, we broke off.

"So yeah, thanks again... my dad should be here any minute... I'll go wait
for him in the parking lot."

His voice seemed rushed, his face was flushed. I wondered, again, if I had
embarrassed him... or tipped my hand. I merely nodded, and he threw his
towel over his neck and jogged away.

* * * *

Later that night, I made my way back up to my room, after watching an
episode of Star Trek Voyager with dad. Jason, of course, hated "that crap"
and instead played a shooter game with his friends online in his room. I
wondered if Parker was playing with him.

I sat down in front of my computer, and glanced over to my camera. It was
ontop of my desk, where I'd left it when I got home. I made my way over to
the door to my room, closing and locking it.

I then sat down, hooked my camera into the USB, and started to watch the
footage Parker had taken.

I hadn't done much in the way of videos before -- I was mostly just a
picture guy -- so this was a new experience for me. On the max setting, I
could comfortably fit the video on both of my computer monitors, and the
image was so clear. At 30 frames a second, it really seemed like you were
there.

The camera was focused on Parker at first -- he was just holding it out
and recording himself.

"Hey guys! This is Skateman847, coming at you live -- well, not when you
see this, but you get what I mean."

He smiled. I found myself smiling with him.

"Anyway, from the lake. I'm using my friend's waterproof camera... so hope
you enjoy. Rate. Subscribe. That stuff."

I paused and went back and replayed that part. His friend. He must have
meant it as a bit of a white lie for his Youtube subscribers, but I really
liked the sound of it. I hoped he meant it... or it would be true some day.

He was just meant to be on camera. His presence, his sincerity... and, most
of all, his eyes. At the resolution we were at, they were almost three
times as large as they were in real life, but they lost none of their
vibrancy or sparkle. It was cliché to compare them to aquamarines or
sapphires... but I'm starting to see why such statements get overused. They
were so valuable, rare and precious... and so was Parker.

I could feel my shorts tightening around my waist, but this time -- in
the privacy of my own, very locked room, I had no problems with taking off
my shirt and sliding my shorts off.

I sat naked in my chair, my uncircumcised cock slapping into my flat, very
lightly tanned stomach. I had a pretty thick bush (ironic, since other than
my head, and a little bit under my armpits, that's the only other place I
had almost ANY hair) and my fleshy nutsack rested comfortably on the chair
beneath me as I spread my legs out.

The footage began with very little of Parker. Mostly just him video-taping
Jason, and his two other friends, taunting each other, splashing each
other. Despite that, the camera was surprisingly steady -- he clearly had
a bit of experience handling one. I made a note to check out Skateman847
later... I was curious how popular he was and how many videos he'd done.

They began surface diving. Jason had to wear goggles, as he couldn't open
his eyes even in non-chloronated pools. The rest of his friends took turns
as well. I found myself fast-forwarding, a bit bored. I wanted to see
Parker again, but was concerned he may have just been videotaping his
friends, and not doing any of himself.

After about ten minutes, he turned the camera back toward himself and I
played at regular speed.

"Okay, I'm going to go under now..." He said, and he took a few deep
breaths and went down. The camera immediately went under -- the quality
was amazing in the water. I'd have to do some videos in the future. Parker
swam one-handed, smiling his toothy, sincere smile.  He kept it focused on
his face. He was extremely comfortable underwater, his eyes, wide open and
still just as bright as they were on the surface.

I paused the camera. I gently stroked my cock. I was tempted to get some
lotion, but my precum was working just fine as a lubricant. It was rare for
me to start jacking off already this horny. I could feel the excitement
building.

I pushed play again, and after about thirty seconds, the camera surfaced
but he didn't. He just held it up as high as he could. For a moment, I saw
Parker looking up from underwater at the camera, eyes still bright. He
smiled, waved, and then surfaced face-first without even blinking.

I felt the roar of blood in my ears. Hell, I didn't even know that was
something I found so hot until now.

I let the camera keep going, as I continued masterbating as Parker repeated
this a few times, only turning the camera away from himself to capture some
footage of fish he must have seen while under.


A thin sweat worked up over my brow, my chest and my legs. .  After a few
seconds, the camera cut back to his face above water. "Okay, so, now I'm
going to see how long I can hold my breath underwater... but it's okay..."
He then turned the camera so he was focusing up on the beach. He then
zoomed it in onto me.

This must have been one of the few times where I'd tried to read, just to
insure I wasn't staring at Parker the whole time. I had never seen myself
on camera before -- it was weird.

"... as you can see, my friend is vigilantly watching out for me, so if I
get into trouble... he'll save me," He waved his hand in my direction, but
I was still reading and didn't acknowledge him. I felt humiliated. He
turned the camera back to his own face and exaggerated a look of panic. "Oh
god, I'm gonna drown..."

Despite where I was in my own masturbation, I laughed. I think I had begun
to fall in love with this kid at that point.

He took several deep breaths and went under. Camera held out at arm's
length, I could see his face, his shoulders and his feet gently kicking
behind him. He wrapped his other arm around a rock, to keep himself down. A
few bubbles leaked up from his nose.

I felt my entire body tensing, and my mind began to go hazy. I pushed it
harder. I held my own breath. I wanted to race with him, to see if I could
finish myself off before he had to come up for air. I didn't think it was
going to be hard: the biggest vein of my cock was pushing up against my
skin as though in desperation to escape the raging hard-on Parker had
unleashed.

After a minute or so, the delightful twinkle in Parker's eyes began to
harden into concentration and his smile faded into a look of
determination. A trickle of bubbles escaped his lips.

I beat harder and faster, feeling my entire world crushing down on myself.

Parker looked back at the camera and, almost as though he could see into
time and knew I'd be watching and loving this, he forced a smile and
winked.

That was all it took to push me over the edge. Hell, him winking outside of
water probably would have done it for me -- let alone engaging in my
biggest fetish: breath holding. The first rope of cum exploded from the tip
of my cock with such force that it splattered against the bottom of my
chin. I drew my head back in shock, gasping, only to have the second rope
of cum splatter on my nose and even across my lips.

I continued pumping, not wanting the feeling to end. The third and fourth
surges struck my chest and even splattered my desk and keyboard. I felt
like a fucking firehose out of control. The fifth was just a dribble that
stained my pubes, and the rest just oozed out.

I lay back, totally spent. I had never come so hard in my life. I panted,
desperate to catch my breath. I looked to see Parker come up for air, right
at the two minute mark. He gasped and even coughed a bit. He held onto the
dock to stabilize himself, as he tried desperately to catch his breath.

His smile returned so quickly. So sweet, so sincere... he even looked so
innocent. Before, he always had that mischievous twinkle, but now, he was
too out of breath for any tricks.

In the aftermath of the biggest orgasm of my life, I couldn't help but feel
horrible. I felt like I was exploiting this, somehow... like the kind of
beauty Parker had was not meant to be enjoyed this way. It needed to mean
something more than a quick way to get my rocks off.

I picked up my shirt and used it for clean-up, wiping my face, chest and
desk down thoroughly.

But if it was wrong, how could it feel this good? I knew I had to see him
again. I remembered those little awkward moments. Touching our fists longer
than was appropriate. The misspoken, tender words I had said that seemed to
embarrass us both. I'd dismissed it at first, assuming my words had made
him uncomfortable... but maybe, just maybe, he was feeling the exact same
way about me as I felt about him. What if he didn't know how to respond
because he was afraid, just like me?

I've never been a particularly brave person -- much less with my feelings
than my body, but I knew I had to find out. I quickly came up with a plan
-- at least being a geek has some advantages. I'm quite the schemer. It
was only 9 or so, he'd probably still be up -- it was summer, after
all. I took a few deep breaths to build my own confidence, and then picked
up my cell phone to call him.

*	*	*	*

Stay tuned for Chapter 2. If you have any suggestions or feedback, I
welcome your correspondence at: Moswald12@gmail.com

In the meantime, I have another published piece if you are interested in a
one-and-done underwater fantasy involving two boys and a set of SCUBA
gear. It's called. "Daniel and Cody's Unspoken Gestures."  Here's the link:
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/daniel-and-codys-unspoken-gestures