Date: Sat, 2 Jul 2011 13:05:16 -0400
From: Matthew Oswald <moswald12@gmail.com>
Subject: Swimming With Parker 4

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.

Note: This is the Fourth Chapter of an ongoing story. For the first
chapter, head here:
/nifty/gay/young-friends/swimming-with-parker/swimming-with-parker-1

The entire story has been planned out and will run six chapters.

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We had agreed to meet the following morning, bright and early at 6 again. I
told Parker this would have to be the last time for awhile -- our parents
would, no doubt, begin to get very suspicious of something.

I know mine were, and if Parker's "traditional" parents met the typical
clichés, I'd be surprised if they didn't wire him with a GPS after taking
off early in the morning a second time.

I know I wanted to see him every day. Hell, I'd spend every minute with him
if I could... but we would have to find a new way to see each other.

I trusted Jason would keep our secret. I really hadn't given him much
credit up to this point. I guess I'd always been offended by his lack of
booksmarts, like it was somehow a reflection on me that math and reading
came hard to him.

But he had many admirable qualities, I had begun to learn. Above all, a
fierce protective streak. He hadn't even mentioned how he felt about his
best friend coming out of the closet. He couldn't have known before... it's
not something Parker would say.

It had just gone without saying that Jason would keep protecting Parker. He
was Jason's best friend... his quarterback. Nothing was going to hurt
Parker on Jason's watch, even if he had to match wits with me... and
somehow win... to do it.

Talk about David slaying Goliath for damn sure.

Jason didn't speak to me that night, nor did my father seem to have
anything on his mind when he watched a Star Trek Voyager with me that night
after seeing Parker. Jason must have not told them.

Thus I was up bright and early, heading toward the beach... only to find
Parker waiting there, holding two backpacks.

He dropped both of them, mock anger on his face. "You have no idea how hard
it is to bike with two of these!"

I smirked. "Sorry."

"Next time you storm off in a furious fit, at least take your shit with
you," He smiled, and rushed over to me, hooking his arms around my neck.

We both initiated the kiss at the same time, and nearly swallowed each
other's heads.

"So what's on the menu for today?" Parker asked, gently rubbing my chest.

I grinned. "You may not be taking this modeling thing seriously... but I've
started to." I broke away from him, slyly putting my arms behind my
back. "I've gone through all the shots we've taken... and I gotta tell
you... they're good, if I don't mind saying so myself." I breathed on my
fingernails, and shined them on my shirt. "I'm a hell of a photographer.

Parker put a hand to his hip, and glared. I raised my camera and snapped
his picture.

"Ooof, that's hot," I said, inspecting the preview. Today, Parker was
wearing a vibrant orange sleeveless t-shirt and a black bathing suit. While
his color scheme screamed Halloween, I have to say, combined with his blue
eyes and short hair... it had a festive beauty to it.

"Okay, seriously..." Parker said. "Do you just piss me off to get my good
angle?"

"Uh uh... do not question ze artiste..." I poo-pooed.

Parker came at me, and I laughed taking up a fake fighting form. He copied
me, and made a few jabs at my chest, dancing around.

"Okay, I gotta know one thing..." Parker began. "What did you have in mind
with the sweatshirt and jeans?"

I relaxed my pose and laughed. "Oh yeeeah... I nearly forgot." My eyebrows
went up. "Wanna find out?"

"I dunno," Parker said slyly. "You have that look on your face."

"I have a look?"

"Yes... it kinda reminds me of a hyena staring at antelope."

I shrugged. "I can eat you if you want, but I was going to surprise you on
your birthday with that one."

Parker rolled his eyes.

"Sorry -- forgot. You're a sweet, innocent altar boy."

Parker laughed, and -- to my surprise -- he cast his arms out and began to
sing. "Like fire... Hellfire... This fire in my skin... this
burning... desire... is turning me to sin."

Ouch. Well, I finally found something Parker can't do well. Love him to
pieces, but he couldn't sing for shit.

I wiggled my finger in my ear. "That was lovely. Warn me next time... I'll
make sure the neighborhood dogs are inside."

"That was Hunchback of Notre Dame," Parker protested. "Y'know... the part
where Minister Frollo falls in love with Esmeralda and questions his
faith."

"Are you comparing me to a gypsy girl?" I asked.

"You have long black hair," he pointed out.

I considered that and nodded. "But my belly dance totally sucks ass."

"Ooh, I'll be the judge of that." Parker said, strutting toward me.  I
laughed.

"Anyway, get dressed," I said. "I'll tell you exactly what I had in mind."

Parker looked at me skeptically. "So, let me get this straight -- you want
me to put on *more* clothes?" He arched a brow. "Should I be taking this
personally?"

"Just... trust me."

"All right," he said. He went to his backpack and removed a grey
sweatshirt, and a pair of jeans. He pulled the jeans up over his
bathingsuit and slipped the sweatshirt on.

Maybe it was just that I'd find Parker looked good in anything, but light
grey was definitely his color. It was one of the few colors that faded into
the background enough that his beautiful blue eyes and blond hair really
stood out.

"Okay, I give myself five minutes before my balls sweat off," Parker said.

"Don't worry about that," I said, reaching into my backpack and pulling out
the diving belt. "Where you're going, you won't be hot."

Now Parker looked truly confused. "Okay, I'm lost. You want me to go
underwater in... this?"

I laughed. "Third generation photographer here... trust me. This is going
to work."

He raised his hands to his side, and turned around. "You're insane."

I reached around him, and secured the belt into place. I then lifted his
sweatshirt and put it back over it, to hide any trace of it.

I wrapped my hands around his chest, and put my chin on his shoulder. "I
like this. You're like a teddy bear now."

He looked back over at me, and kissed my lips. "I think I'm starting to
hate you."

We walked to the end of the dock, for the first time. It was approximately
ten, maybe twelve feet down at the end here.

"You can hold your breath for like two minutes, right?" I asked. I had put
my mask on and was prepping the camera.

Parker nodded. He had begun to get into the spirit of this, I think.

"Okay, only stay down for about a minute," I said. "I don't want you
looking uncomfortable."

"What, exactly, am I supposed to do...?" he asked.

I shrugged. "Be relaxed. I'll know it when I see it."

"Oh yeah... no sweat... I'll be totally relaxed weighed down with thick
clothes in a diving belt under twelve feet of water."

I took his hands. "What have I told you from the start?"

I smiled. "You won't let me drown."

"The question is... do you trust me?"

Parker nodded. "I do."

With that, I jumped into the water. I surfaced and looked up at
Parker. "Jump in when you're ready, and when you go down, put your back to
the dock pillar."

Parker took several deep breaths, his eyes becoming focused, his face
becoming calm.

He breathed in, and out... once more, and then stepped off the dock and
vanished underwater.

I took a deep breath as well, and followed him down.

Parker landed on the lake floor, pausing for a moment to pinch his nose and
exhale gently to regulate the pressure in his ears. I had to do the same,
pinching my mask and popping my ears.

He blinked a few times, and looked toward me. He then reached out and felt
the wet wood pillar of the docking mooring and stepped toward it. He looked
toward me for approval.

I raised my thumb toward him, and zoomed out, so I saw most of his body in
the shot.

And then, some rare magic began to happen. Up to this point, Parker had
always kinda choked when the camera was on him, but I think he was starting
to get a feel for it... or this idea kinda inspired him.

He looked toward me, his face set into a somber expression and rested
against the pillar, his arm wrapped around his head.

I snapped a flurry of pictures, feeling my cock engorging.

He turned slightly, and bent a leg, placing a bare foot up the pillar. He
crossed his arms and smiled, amusement gleaming in his eyes.

I was going to run out of air before him, I knew, having to swim and fight
to stay under... but I could hold my breath for awhile... and I was very
motivated to stick around.

Slowly, he let his legs go out from under him, and he sat down on the
bottom, his back to the pillar. He looked at me with a look of doubt, and
concern, his arms wrapped around his jeans.

My god... he's fucking beautiful...

More snapping.

He tucked himself into almost a ball, and grabbed his feet. I couldn't
believe how well he was doing.

Then he pulled one leg close to his chest, and let his other leg lay flat
on the bottom, his toes pointed to the surface. He smirked, seeming on the
verge of laughing as he looked at me slyly. He winked.

My cock felt like it was going to rip through my bathing suit.

We had been down for almost a minute and their air in my lungs was getting
pretty thin, but I continued swimming, and finding new angles.

Parker slowly stood again and opened his mouth slightly, leaning his head
back, and ran one hand over his short, spiky hair. He then grabbed the side
of his head, as though he were in agony and blew a bubble.

I was half inclined to go over to him, after snapping that picture, but he
dropped the pose, and smiled my way. He gave me an okay sign with his
hand. I felt my chest constrict once, and knew I'd have to head up soon.

He then looked straight up at the surface, bubbles leaking from his
nose. He blew a bubble ring then... it steadily expanded toward the
surface, growing to be almost five feet in diameter before reaching the
top.

I pointed up toward him, feeling the need to breath. I went up to the
surface, and took several deep breaths. I realized Parker hadn't
followed. I looked back down, and saw him looking up at me, tapping his
bare foot on the weedy floor. He then raised his wrist and tapped an
invisible watch.

I took more pictures as I went back down, shocked by how comfortable he
still looked. I was swimming around and fighting to keep myself down, I
admit... it gave me a big disadvantage... but we were easily approaching
two minutes now, and he looked as comfortable as he had when he first made
it down.

Parker wrapped his legs around the pillar and hugged it, resting his cheek
against the side, looking toward me.

Then, still holding the pillar with his legs, he hung upside down, back
attached to it, hands planted on the ocean floor. His sweatshirt rode down
toward his shoulders, revealing his naval. He looked at me, upside down,
and smirked.

I began to think I was going to come right then and there.

He posed several more times... to the point where I began to feel the need
to breathe, yet again.

Before yielding however, I finally saw a big bubble escape Parker's
lips... and his eyes flickered with panic. He pushed off the floor and,
with a few strokes, broke the surface, holding onto the dock.

I followed him up.

He was gasping... taking deep, shuttering breaths. He somehow had managed
to look calm all the way to the end. We had passed two minutes for sure. By
how long, I couldn't be sure.

"Jesus," I said. "You were really pushing it there."

Parker looked to me, and I could see something in his eyes. "I... felt
something. I just... everything just felt right." He blinked. "I didn't
want to stop. I was in the zone."

I smirked. "I agree... these shots I got are amazing."

"I want to go again," Parker said.

"Take at least five..." I told him. "Catch your breath. Otherwise, you'll
be back up in a few seconds."

He listened to me, and rested for a few minutes, taking several deep
breaths. Once he was composed, he smiled and leaned forward. "Trust
me... this time, it won't be my breath you'll need to worry about."

He then released the dock and slipped back under.

I took a few more breaths and followed.

Parker landed on the floor again, and stepped a little away from the
pillar. He gently reached toward me with one arm, and pulled with his
other, removing that sleeve of the sweatshirt.

He then pulled up, shedding it completely.

He put his hands to his back and flexed forward, pushing his chest out. In
his orange t-shirt and jeans, I felt my heart racing. His eyes, wide open,
were filled with confidence and glowed in the reflected light from the
surface.

One hand still on the camera, steadying it, I switched to video... and had
no choice. I slipped my free hand into my bathing suit, grabbing myself.

He then did as he had on the first day I saw him, and tucked his arms into
his t-shirt, and pulled it up, shedding it, in a single motion, leaving
himself bare-chested with just his jeans. The diving belt was mostly
invisible, the weights on his back. Just an inch long black strap could be
seen.

Holy... fucking shit... I grabbed myself harder, suddenly very concerned
that he would be the first person to make me cum without me even jerking
myself off.

He pulled his arms up over his head, flexing his shoulders, a few bubbles
leaking from his nose. While I wasn't sure I'd be able to use this... this
had clearly passed from fashion to sexual to me, but like hell if I was
going to stop him.

He turned around, so I saw his rear... and he slowly began taking off the
jeans, leaving only his bathing suit. He stepped out of them casually.

Fuck me... I began pulling on my own cock, unable to help it.

He turned back toward me, and put a finger to his mouth. He blinked several
times, adorably. He seemed to be considering something.

If I could have begged, I would have.

Fortunately, I didn't have to. He ran his hands down the side of his
bathing suit, hooking his thumbs into it. He pushed them down to his
ankles, and got out of them... totally naked, save for the black belt just
beneath his naval.

While I had felt him, I had never actually seen him.

His penis was just as large as mine, the erect head just passing his belly
button slightly. His bush was light brown and covered a good patch of
territory. His nutsack, while not as big as mine, was tight to his
shaft. He had no visible veins and a perfectly formed purple mushroom head.

He gently ran his hands behind him, grabbing his own ass. He turned and
showed me.

He smiled, and I could see the confidence in his eyes. He beckoned toward
me with his hand. He looked like some sort of beautiful water-bound faerie
from a fantasy tale.

I dropped the fucking camera and swam down to him. This shoot was fucking
over. And if I drowned, I would drown happy.

He gently wrapped his arms around my neck, staring into my mask. He blew me
a kiss, costing a slight bubble from his puckered lips. The weights on
Parker's belt made it less work for me to stay down. He gently took my
hand, and guided it to his cock.

I jerked him off, hard. A few small bubbles dribbled from his mouth as he
closed his eyes, leaning back against the dock pillar, arms around my
neck. He turned his head, and found my mouth under my mask, kissing me.

I kissed him back, so hard... bubbles seeping out of our mouths.

He shoved one of his hands into my bathing suit, grasping my cock
desperately, and began to finish what I started. If I lived to a thousand
years, I probably wouldn't have felt more turned on than I did at this
moment.

Parker's display had made both of us so unbelievably horny that it didn't
take long. Good thing to, because we were both about to drown.

I saw Parker's jizz pump out of his cock in several large bursts, floating
up between us like a smoke signal. I'll never forget the expression on his
face -- a look of sheer pleasure mixed with agony and panic.

His face set in a grimace, he shot up the surface, clawing his way to it.

He broke through at the same time I did. I threw off my mask and grasped
the dock, panting desperately.

Parker, two feet away, coughed furiously.

Once I was able to see straight, I made my way over to him and threw my arm
around his naked shoulders, nestling my forehead into his temple.

"I love you... so fucking... much..." I said, in between pants. I didn't
stammer much, but I was literally in awe of what just happened. "I... never
imagined anything... anything like that."

He reached down and unclipped the belt from his waist. He tossed it up onto
the dock, and looked to me. It was one of the few times I saw him
absolutely dead serious.

It was clear the effort had taken a lot out of him. If he had pushed his
endurance to the limit the first time, he had past it the second. He had
almost lost consciousness.

"Do me a favor, okay?" he panted.

"Anything," I said.

"If I ever..." He wrapped his arms around my neck and I saw the boy inside
come out again... the scared kid I had dubbed a coward. The one only I got
to see. "If anything ever changes... if you feel different about me
ever... don't forget this... please remember it, and ... the way I made you
feel..."

I cocked my head and felt my throat constrict. "I don't understand."

Parker put his hands to my cheeks, and I kept us afloat by kicking. He
looked on the verge of tears. "Just promise me this will always... count
for you."

I think I began to understand, and I began to get angry... that temper of
mine.

"Oh my God... are you serious?" I asked.

I regretted it. He winced, and lowered his head so his forehead touched
mine. "Please. Just give me that much."

I looked squarely into his eyes. "Parker... you don't have to prove
anything to me. You don't have to ... reward me for caring about you? Is
that what you think?"

"I don't know what to think anymore," Parker said. "In just three days,
you've turned my entire world upside down... and it scares me
shitless. What will happen in three more days? In three weeks? Three
months?"

He gently kissed my mouth, and I could taste tears on his lips. He broke
away.

"What will happen when we go back to school at the end of summer? What will
happen in two years... when you go to college, and I never get to see you?"

"Holy shit..." I said, unable to help but laugh.

"It's not funny," He said, sounding miserable. "I know how fast life can
change now... and I don't know what we have. Are... you my boyfriend?
Forget that... are we *friends*, period?"

I guided us over to the dock again, and put one hand on it to steady us. My
other, wrapped around Parker's back. He had both his hands on my head, and
kissed me again, softly... tenderly... fearfully, as if he were concerned
he'd break me and I'd go away forever.

"Okay... let me deal with this a piece at a time," I said. "First... you're
not my friend. That word is like describing the Grand Canyon as big... or
the Sistine Chapel as colorful. Boyfriend doesn't do it justice either, but
it's as close as we can get. Is that cool?"

Parker nodded his head.

I smiled. "As to the rest... I don't know, man. I don't know what will
happen tomorrow... but let me tell you this: how often has your world
turned inside out, up become down... down become up... and every rule you
ever lived by... get thrown out the window."

Parker continued resting his forehead against mine. "Once. When I met
you..."

"And it's the same here," I said, kissing him. "Once, in 15 years."

"What's your point?" He asked.

"My point is... what are the odds it'll happen again in 3 days... 3 weeks,
3 months... or 3 years... when the first time took 15 years?" I smiled, and
gently rubbed his shoulder. "Hell, some people go their whole lives without
ever having something like we have. 60... 80 years."

Parker sniffled. "You ... you can't turn this into a math problem, Kyle."

"Everything is a math problem, Parker," I said. "The result isn't always
perfectly predictable... but you can get a good idea." I rubbed his
shoulder. "It's not a bad thing... the math is in our favor."

He slid down a bit, and hugged me fiercely. I had almost forgotten he was
still completely naked, and as he closed the rest of the distance, I could
feel his bare penis on the skin of my gut. As much as I felt it wasn't the
time, I was already starting to get hard again.

"I need to know..." Parker whispered. "Does this mean as much to you as it
... it does to me?" His voice was barely audible. "When I'm not with
you... it hurts to fucking breathe. I can't... I can't think of anything
else but you... even when I'm with you, or away from you..."

Tears ran down his cheeks.

I sighed. "I've not spent a single second these last few days... not
thinking about you." I shrugged. "Right now, you're my entire world."

"Doesn't that... terrify you?" he asked.

I had to concede the point. "A little... but we'll adapt. You want to hear
my rationalization?"

Parker blinked. "You can rationalize... us?"

"Don't be so dramatic. Just shut up and listen."

Parker fell silent, looking a little hurt, but I was sick of this... in
truth, maybe it was because his fears were hitting a little too close to
home with me.

"We've both spent years believing this entire part of ourselves could never
see the light of day. We did other things with it -- I built up walls
around it. And then castles... and then mountains... until every part of me
was also surrounded by these barriers, and I locked myself away, never to
trust anyone... or be close to anyone."

Parker lost his pout. He looked like he was on the verge of crying again,
but this time, I thought it was for me. He embraced me so tightly, I could
feel his heart beating over my own. "It must have been so lonely."

I forced the emotion out of my voice, and continued. "You... didn't do
that, but what you did do was take who you really are... and disguise it as
a carnival... clowns, fucking rides... games... even an annoying ass barker
that said `come one, come all'... you let everyone in, and you made
everyone who took you up on that laugh, smile... and feel good about
themselves."

Parker was smiling at this, though there was sadness in his eyes.

"But... all of it was just an illusion, right? This part of you was hidden
in plain sight, and no one saw it. No one really knew you, because what you
showed them is not who you are... underneath all the jokes and laughs,
this... crying, deeply emotional boy floating in front of me is who you
really are... isn't it?"

"Yeah," he whispered, wiping his eyes. "This is me."

"In that respect... we've both been so alone all our lives..."
 I shook my head, and kissed him, breaking off so our mouths were only an
inch or two apart. "And then suddenly, you came into my life... and, when
I'm with you, I can take down all the walls... I can be who I am..."

"... and you... you don't have to spend all your energy keeping this
amusement park going. You don't have to dazzle me. You don't have to
constantly prove yourself to me, out of fear if I knew the truth, I
wouldn't like you. You don't need to make me laugh to validate your
existence. You don't have to hide who you are from me under your jokes,
wit... fake displays of confidence... or any other smoke and mirror tactics
you have perfected."

Parker remained silent, the water gently lapping both of us.

"If all that's true... my question is, how can we not be absolutely
obsessed with each other? How can we not want to spend every minute with
each other? We get to be who were meant to be with each other... and
that..." I shook my head. "That's the kind of freedom people start wars
for, and die for... in the millions. Hell, that's why 56 people signed the
Declaration of Independence. Freedom."

Parker thought about that for a long moment. When he looked back into my
eyes, I could tell he was already feeling a little better.

"You're so fucking smart," he said. Parker looked at me, and tears spilled
out of his eyes. He embraced me fiercely. "I love you. So much."

I hugged him back, and we stayed like this for a long, long time. I was
totally happy with this. We'd have to do more stuff like this... just
spacing out, holding each other. Not thinking of ways it could end. If only
to let ourselves catch up to what had happened these last three days.

Well, except for one realization... Parker was still very naked.

"Can I grab your ass now?"

Parker choked on a laugh.

"Hey, I think I've shown amazing restraint..." I added. "I've had the most
beautiful boy in the world... totally butt naked, in my arms... and I
listened to him talk for almost ten minutes... and didn't even so much as
pop a stiffy." I paused. "Well, okay. Not a raging stiffy."

"Mmm... I might be inclined to take offense..." Parker cooed.

I gently slipped my hand down his back, and gently ran my hand over his
backside. His bubble butt was so smooth and firm.

"Taking advantage of me in my emotionally crippled state," Parker said,
smiling. "Bad boy."

"Hey... I'm totally nasty and underhanded!"

I gently ran my finger down the crack of his ass, and eased my way into it,
just a little, trying to find his sphincter. I could feel his penis going
from flaccid to hard against my body. He was already to go again.

"Yeah," Parker said. "I think I like about you." He then had a
thought. "Where's your camera, anyway?"

I shrugged. "Probably videotaping the bottom of the lake. We'll get it
later... right now, I have to take advantage of you."

Parker laughed.

I gently eased my way into the crack of his ass and found his hole. I
gently rubbed my finger around it, loosening it up just a bit. He relaxed,
and gently moved himself against me, rubbing his cock on my chest.

"I have an idea," I said softly. "Put your hand on the dock. I think you'll
like this."

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Stay Tuned for Chapter 5.