Date: Sun, 3 Jul 2011 12:25:45 -0400
From: Matthew Oswald <moswald12@gmail.com>
Subject: Swimming with Parker 5

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 fifth chapter of an ongoing series. If you want to start
at Chapter 1, here is the link:

/nifty/gay/young-friends/swimming-with-parker/

*	*	*	*

Parker, too horny to backtalk, put his hand on the dock, steady us. This
freed up both my hands. My mask still off, I took a deep breath and slid
underwater. I opened my eyes -- I couldn't see much, but I could make out
Parker's cock.

I gently took it and actually needed some effort to pry it from his belly
button. I continued massaging his asshole with one hand and, while holding
his penis, I gave the tip of it a kiss.

At once, Parker's other hand came to my shoulder... but instead of pulling
me up, he was keeping me down. Not forcefully, but making it easier for me
to stay down. I took that as his hell yes to proceed.

I took his cock into my mouth.

The hand on my shoulder began to grip me firmly, his nails digging in. I
still had marks on my neck from the other day: if my folks saw, they might
think I was in an abusive relationship.

I went all the way to the base of his shaft, feeling his cock head touch
the back of my throat. I was rewarded with a little glob of precum. I was
surprised by how good it tasted.

With Parker holding my shoulder, both my hands were free. His sphincter had
sufficiently loosened, so I was able to slid one of my fingers up. At the
same time, I worked his cock with my mouth and gently rolled one of his
testicles in my hand.

I could feel him shaking, and I doubled my efforts on all fronts. This
wouldn't last long, I knew. He complimented my motions with his hips,
thrusting himself into my mouth.

I wiggled my finger up his sphincter and began working a second and a third
one, as he relaxed back there.

Before I knew it, I tasted my mouth beginning to fill with Parker's
nectar. It wasn't quite as good as his precum, maybe just due to sheer
quantity... but that didn't stop me from swallowing it. I gently pumped his
shaft, making sure it was all out.

I had begun to need air, but it wasn't too bad. I hadn't even been down a
minute, I don't think. We'd have to work on Parker's endurance, I
knew... but since it was his first blowjob, I decided I'd be lenient. I
made sure to give his head a few licks, made sure I got every drop, and
then I surfaced.

Parker simply reclined against the dock, arms both keeping him up. His
entire face was flushed and he was breathing as though he'd just run a
marathon.

"I... I thought... you were saving that for my birthday..." He panted.

I smiled. "Happy birthday!"

"My birthday... isn't until... August."

"Oh... my mistake," I said, leaning forward and kissing him deeply.

*	*	*	*

It was a beautiful day at the lake... which was unfortunate, because I knew
we had to leave. People would be showing up soon, and if they people saw me
and Parker here, this early, there would probably be talk.

While we'd begun fast, I knew we had to start taking this slower... and
being more careful, at least until we got our story straight and let our
feet return to the ground.

Parker walked his bike along the trail back to my house with me. Most of
his clothes were still wet, which made him seem very cute still. "When can
I see you again?" he asked.

I sighed. "Hopefully as soon as possible... I just need to figure some
stuff out."

Parker looked at me with concern, and immediately I laughed and regretted
my choice of words.

"Not about us," I quickly corrected. "About them..." I pointed all around
me, indicating... well... the rest of the fucking world.

"Phew... don't scare me like that," He punched me in the shoulder.

I thought for a moment. "Tell me about Skateman847..."

Parker's smile returned. "You haven't stalked me on YouTube yet? I'm kinda
offended!"

"Hasn't been a lot of free time these last few days," I said.

Parker grinned. "Guess not."

"So tell me."

Parker shrugged. "I like skateboarding a lot... doing some tricks. I'm
pretty good, so I post some of them online. Show folks how to do them. I
also do tricking."

"Tricking?" I asked. "Isn't that what prostitutes do?"

"Oh fuck you..." he laughed. "No. Martial arts tricking... here..." He
leaned his bike into me. "Let me show you."

He walked down the path a bit, feeling the ground, trying to find something
solid. After a moment, he was satisfied. He kicked off his shoes and
removed his socks.

I guess it's a tribute to how beautiful I thought he was... just him in
barefeet was enough to start my blood flow from my head to my crotch.

He bounced on his feet, a few times, and then leapt into the air, flipping
backwards. He tumbled through the air once, and then landed back on his
feet, low to the ground.

I blinked. "Wow..."

He smiled, and gently jogged toward a tree. He put one foot up on it, and
pushed off it, flipping up and over backwards, landing on his feet. It was
like a Matrix move.

"Okay," I said crossing my arms slyly. "You're new nickname is the
Presbyterian Ninja."

Parker laughed. "Kinda has a ring to it." He smiled. "You should see me on
a trampoline or a diving board, when you can get like a five foot launch."

"Just be careful," I said. "I don't want you breaking your neck on me."

Parker pouted, and wrapped his arm around my neck. He leaned back,
flirtingly. "Aw... okay mommy." He blinked his eyes sexily at me.

I leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. "Brat."

He broke apart and gently put his hand on my chest. "So when?"

My mind raced. "Tonight... my house."

Parker looked nervous. "Um... how, exactly?"

"You seem to be forgetting... your best friend happens to live with me. You
popping over probably won't be too earth shattering."

Parker blinked. "That's... not really fair to Jason, is it?"

I thought for a minute, and then it occurred to me. "Perhaps not... but it
could be."

Parker looked at me with a stony expression. "I'm not gonna lie... that
could be hot for me. But... he's straight... and your brother. Isn't that
called incest for you?"

It took me a moment to see where he thought I was going with that, and I
burst out laughing. "Oh that's horrible dude... no. I meant, he has a
girlfriend, doesn't he? What if she came over too..."

Parker arched a brow and thought about it for a moment.

"My folks like to go out Saturday night to dinner and a movie. If Jason
were to have his girlfriend over alone, they'd be inclined to stay home and
chaperon... not trusting me to do it. But... if he's with his best friend
too, they'll figure there won't be any monkey business, especially if I'm
around. I don't think they'll be suspicious."

Parker smiled. "So your parents will still go out and have their good
time. Jason wins, because he gets to spend time with his girlfriend
alone... and we win..." He kissed my mouth gently. "For the same reason?"

"Precisely."

"You know..." He said, running his finger across my mouth. "You'd make a
really sexy evil villain. You come up with the... corniest fucking plans
that somehow WORK."

I laughed and took Parker's finger into my mouth, sucking it gently.

"You just love sucking on me, don't you?" Parker said, smiling brightly.

"Take off your clothes and I'll prove it to you... again," I said.

Parker laughed. We were on a very well travelled trail between my
neighborhood and the lake. We were probably playing with fire as it was.

"Yeeah, no. Probably bad idea," he said.

We approached the backyard of my house, just off the trail. We stopped just
before coming in view of the windows.

"Okay," I said. "You're the one who has to sell this to Jason, by the
way..." He smirked. "If it's me, he'll be inclined to be stubborn."

"I don't know," Parker said. "It still kinda feels underhanded... y'know?
It makes it seem like I don't want to spend time with him, just use him."

I frowned a bit. He had a point. "Set it up for this afternoon, then. While
my folks are still here. We'll all spend time together... and that should
make them even less suspicious, after they see us all getting along well
together and acting like normal people and stuff. Just make them believe we
don't know each other well."

"Won't you acting normal be suspicious?" He teased, playfully.

"Nah," I said, moving toward him. "What would be suspicious is if I did
this..." I kissed him on the lips, then pulled back. "All the while doing
this..." I gently ran my hand down the bulge of his bathing suit, and gave
his quickly inflating penis a squeeze... "While playing with this..." I
then slipped my hand behind him, into his bathing suit and ran my finger
down his asscrack, teasing his sphincter.

"Mmm," Parker considered, taking a deep breath. "Yeah, we'll probably have
to ... not... do that. While they watch, at least."

I gently stroked his cock once more before removing my hand from his
suit. "Just wanted to explain my position." I smiled.

"Very informative, you fucking cocktease," Parker laughed, gently rubbing
himself and trying to hide his boner.

"Hey, if I finish you off again that'll be... what... 3 times in like two
hours?" I smiled. "If you're bone dry tonight, I'm gonna be pissed... I
expect my Parker juice... and it better be tangy."

Parker laughed. "Well then... I'll just have to save you some."

I kissed him once more. "See you soon."

"Bet on it," he replied.

*	*	*	*

I spent the next few hours watching Parker's YouTube channel. In a weird
way, it allowed me to pass the time comfortably... Parker had a real knack
for making the viewer feel like they were there with him, and he cared
greatly about them. In that respect, I was with Parker still.

In a way, though, it was sad. It was Parker's face, and Parker's
voice... but I knew I wasn't really seeing Parker. I was seeing the
carnival. The magic act he put on with the flair and talent of a top
caliber magician.

His confidence around his friends, the way his fellow skaters all but lined
up to model their own tricks for Parker's vlog... it was all part of his
show. After seeing the real Parker these last few days... the
tender... vulnerable side of him... I almost didn't recognize this public
party animal.

It was sad, but it was great. I loved knowing him in a way no one else
did. And I loved that he knew a side of me that wasn't all snoot and
sarcasm. I loved that I didn't feel I needed those weapons with him.

He modeled all sorts of neat tricks, and while I suspected he wouldn't be
turning pro anytime soon, I could see why he had hundreds of subscribers,
and hundreds of thousands of channel hits. Folks didn't just come for the
tricks. They came for him.

Adults came because he made them feel younger, speaking to them much like a
kid would speak to another kid, without being overly immature. Teenage boys
came for his easy-going manner, and how he explained the tricks he or his
friends were doing, complete with slow-motion and words on the screen,
giving a step by step how-to, as it was happening.

Most other boys just seemed to do the trick, and expect you to be in awe of
them... but not Parker. He wanted you there with him. He wanted you to be
able to do it, if you wanted to... and feel that awe yourself.

It was all part of the come-one-come-all, don't-be-shy carnival.

Many of his subscribers were teenage girls (at least so they seemed to be),
many of who left comments on his videos saying he was so cute or asking him
how old he was and where he lived... I admit, I began to get a little
jealous. Back off, hookers... he's mine...

I almost laughed.

I noticed he did snowboarding in the winter, and had a few videos with snow
glasses and heavy winter clothing. I began to get modeling ideas.

My god, how'd a geek like me land someone like him?

I came upon one video in particular, taken about four months ago. It was
unlike any of the others. It wasn't an action shot... it was him, at what I
presumed, was his house.

Curious, I watched it.

"Hey guys -- Skateman847 here... and I've been grounded!" Parker said. "So,
while doing a two week prison sentence in my room, I thought I'd do
something different... lots of folks have been sending me messages with all
sorts of questions. I thought this would be a good time to answer some."

He ran down a list of questions. Favorite color is blue. Favorite TV show
was The Shield. Favorite Actor Jim Carrey. I listened to the personal
stuff, tuned out advice on gear, manufacturers and professional
skateboarders.

Then, he read an interesting one.

"Tracy H asks... what's your favorite position?" Parker smiled. "That's
easy, Tracy... quarterback." He flicked his eyes to the side,
smiled... that mischievous twinkle in his eyes, and moved on.

I laughed.

"Jen from Burbank asks... `describe your perfect date'."

This one I sat up for.

And, for just a moment, I saw the carnival flicker. I saw the Parker I knew
appear, hidden beneath the illusion.

"My perfect date would be a special someone taking me somewhere that meant
... a real lot to them," He said, earnestly looking to the camera. "And,
maybe over pizza, them telling me all about it... and letting me experience
it with them."

He blinked, and smirked. The carnival was back. "Wait... I was still
recording? Oh shit. I mean, my real answer is: A nude rock concert
orgy. They have those, right? Of course they do! NEXT!"

I smiled, but didn't laugh. I would have to take Parker on his perfect date
sometime. I just wasn't the most sentimental of people, so finding a place
important to me that didn't involve a library was hard.

Just then, I heard a knock at my door. I minimized the browser. "Yeah?"

The door opened, and Jason stepped in. He had a smirk on his face, and just
shook his head. He held up his phone. "I smell you all over this. Your
schemes are so fucking transparent..."

"If it gets you what you want... do you care?" I pointed out.

Jason pressed his lips together in amusement. "I guess not. But you better
not do any of that... homo shit... in front of us, okay?"

"As long as you don't do any of that... hetero shit... in front of us."

Jason snorted. "That's all natural, brother..."

"A girl who thinks you're attractive is not what I'd call natural," I
smirked. "I'm curious to meet the poor, deluded child."

"Hey, as long as your hand stays on Parker's ass... and not mine... you can
meet her. You can even talk to her."

At this, I laughed. "I dunno man... your ass is so damn big, it has its own
gravitational pull. I may swing and miss."

Jason stormed into my room, intensely, but I could see the thin smile on
his face. I tried to stand up from my chair, but wasn't up fast enough. He
grabbed me, swung me around and threw me onto the bed.

"Interesting," I pointed out, patting the bed. "Something you trying to
tell me, muffin?"

Jason laughed. "Oh, you just don't know when to shut the fuck up..."

He was suddenly hurtling for me again, and this time, I was able to roll
aside. He landed on the bed, his flying elbow where my back had just been a
moment ago.

I leapt behind him, and twisted his arm behind his back.

"Awwwu!" Jason laughed. "Lemme go!"

I smiled, and... in a moment of nostalgia... I did. I realized we hadn't
wrestled, or done anything like this in...

Wow...

I had to go all the way back to when I was seven. That was the last time I
remembered me and Jason really acting like brothers. It had been a trip
down to Cape Cod. We had swam, and we had laughed. He had been five, and
had to wear the water wings in the moderate, but still noticeable Atlantic
undertow.

I had picked him up and thrown him several times, and all the while he
hadn't stopped laughing. And I laughed, because I enjoyed making him happy.

I rolled off his back, and onto my bed, looking up at the ceiling.

I shook my head.

What had I done to myself? Exactly when had that loving, bright seven year
old died... and been replaced by the 15 year old version of Dr. Gregory
House I had become?

Jason seemed to realize then that our mock fight was over. He looked over
at me. "I didn't actually expect you to let go... I was gonna earn that
reversal."

I just rolled my eyes toward him and shrugged. "Next time."

He quirked a brow at me. "You all right?"

I looked at the ceiling, and folded my hands onto my chest.

"Yeah," I said... I looked back his way and smiled. "Yeah, bro... I really
am."

*	*	*	*

Liz arrived first, and then Parker followed... and Jason was the consummate
host. "Liz, this is my brother... Harry Potter..."

"No relation to the wizard," I grumbled, and elbowed Jason firmly in the
gut.

I had to admit. I was impressed. I recognized Liz now that I saw her. She
was actually a year older than Jason, being in the grade just before
mine. She was a little on the portly side, but still quite cute. Given
Jason had more than his share of extra pounds for his age, they made a
proportionately good match.

She had a very girl-next-door look, with an easy going straight brunette
haircut and a look that seemed mostly natural. Maybe a little too much
eye-liner, but then again, I'm not the best judge of what makes women look
hot... though I'm sure Jason was a fan of her breasts. They had already
formed very nicely, and she was clearly proud of that, wearing a tanktop
that her parents probably didn't buy for her.

"And, Parker ... I believe you've met my brother a few days ago," Jason
said, barely able to keep a smirk off his face. It was for my parents, not
for me, who had come into the room.

Parker removed his sunglasses. He was wearing a delicious yet conservative
short-sleeved white t-shirt with athletic shorts down to his knees. I could
see the top of his boxers going a bit higher than his regular shorts.

"Of course I remember!" Carnival-Parker said, smiling. "You let me borrow
your camera. Well, that practically makes us brothers, too!" He slapped my
shoulders playfully, and then... as though I were just any old other
boy... he moved past me and waved to my parents.

"Hey Mr. and Mrs. G! What's on the menu for tonight?"

My father smiled. "Hello Parker. It will be pizza for you four." He looked
toward me. "The money is in the drawer."

"Thanks dad," I mumbled.

My smile had faded. I knew it was just a disguise, a disguise I even told
him to wear, but I didn't like this... I didn't like being treated like any
other boy, simply for the sake of disguise. I knew it was necessary. I
didn't blame Parker. I still hated it though.

He was a consummate actor and could totally separate himself from the
illusion he was making. It wasn't a talent I had.

My own dourness worked to my advantage, however, as my folks thought it was
business as usual. They more or less left us alone.

We began the afternoon watching a movie. Liz and Jason spent the time
cuddling, him with his arm over her shoulders, both of them making
jokes. Parker lay across the floor in front of us,
laughing... responding... and seeming to make it a point to ignore me.

I sat in the recliner behind, feeling extremely cold and alone.

It's odd, I had found Carnival-Parker to be so charming... it was what
really hooked me in the beginning. But now that I'd seen how fake it was,
it was like knowing a magicians trick while he was performing it. All the
magic was gone, and I wasn't impressed anymore.

Now that I'd see the true Parker, I found I hated the fake one.

After the movie was mostly played out, my folks came in, dressed for a
night in Boston.

"How do I look?" My mother asked, twirling around.

"Mmm... MMM!" Parker said. "If only I were 5 years older... Mrs. G." He
looked to my father. "No offense, sir... I really love your jacket... it
screams good taste."

My mother laughed, and blushed. My father just shook his head, but was
smiling.

"Please stop hitting on *both* my parents, Parker," Jason said. "It's kinda
creepy."

"Excuse me," I said, finally, standing up. Everyone looked at me, including
Parker. "I think... yeah..." I glared at Parker. "I think I'm gonna be
sick."

My father and mother both psshed me, dismissing this as my snootiness at
its best... but it wasn't. As soon as I was out of the room, I barely
stopped myself from running up into my room and slamming the door.

*	*	*	*

This really sucked, I realized. It sucked because I know I was being
stupid. I was being irrational. I was being dumb.

Parker had been perfect. Absolutely perfect. There wasn't a single person
in the room, other than me and Jason, that would have had a clue me and
Parker even knew each other, much less loved each other.

It still didn't change how I felt about his little performance.

About five minutes later, I heard my parents car drive off... and a minute
later, a knock at my door.

"Yeah..." I said.

The door opened and Parker came in. There were no more illusions, as he
closed the door behind him.

"Like your room..." He said, looking around the library.

"Thanks," I mumbled.

He frowned and sat down on my bed. "What's going on?"

I sighed, and sat down next to him. "You were good... that's all. Very
convincing. You were a little too convincing."

Parker cocked his head, and rested it on my shoulder. He knew exactly what
I was talking about. "I'm sorry," he whispered.

I wiped my eyes. "How do you... do that? You just ... totally separate
yourself from yourself. You become a completely different person."

Parker looked at me, a little fear in his eyes. "Years of practice," he
whispered.

"How do I know... what..." I just shook my head. No, this was
stupid. Again, I was being stupid. I had to be. But, it didn't matter.

"How do I know what you show me... isn't just another version of that
carnival?" I asked. "Just what you think I want to see..."

Parker looked truly crestfallen now. "No... it's not..." He gently hugged
me. "How can you even think that?"

"You're too good at making people believe you are someone you aren't," I
said simply. "You play my parents like fiddles. You play Jason and Liz like
freakin drums. At the end of the night, everyone is wrapped around your
finger." I felt more tears forming in my eyes. "How do I know I'm not just
another instrument in Parker's band?"

For a long time, we sat there together. It was a question Parker didn't
seem to have an easy answer for.

"What can I do to prove it to you... that you mean everything to me?"
Parker asked, his voice shaking. "Tell me to do anything... I'll cut off a
finger if you want..."

If he was lying, he was an amazing actor. Well, he *was* an amazing
actor. Fuck.

I sighed, and threw my arm over his neck. "I can't be with you... when
you're like that. I just can't." I shook my head. "Aw god, man... how is
this going to work?"

Parker looked absolutely terrified. "No, you promised... remember, if I
ever made you feel different, you'd remember how I made you feel at the
lake? You promised..."

I sighed, and run my hands through my hair. "No. No, it's not that at all."

"You love me... right?" Parker asked, so meekly.

I looked at him. "Of course."

"And I love you, so damn much..." he said. "Do... do you want to come out
then? We can tell everyone we know. I don't care anymore. Then, I wouldn't
be that way around you..." He took my chin in his hand, and gently kissed
my mouth. "... I'd be me."

I shook my head. "I appreciate it, but no..." I said. "This isn't..." I
stood up and moved over to my bookshelf. "This isn't some faerietale world
like Narnia, Parker. Kids our age that come out... do you have any idea
what happens to them?"

Parker swallowed. He knew. "I'm not afraid, as long as you are with me."

"But I'm afraid for you," I snapped, glaring down at him. "Me? I'm no
one. I'm the quiet kid who never talks to anyone. All I'll lose is a bit of
privacy and a little blood when I get the shit kicked out of me." I reached
down and took Parker's hand. "You've got friends... you've got
teammates. You have such... a vast circle of people who care about you. You
would lose all of them... overnight."

Parker looked angry. "You don't give people any credit."

"And neither do you," I retorted. "Or you'd have dropped the bullshit
circus act and learned to be yourself."

Parker opened his mouth to speak, but came up with nothing.

"This has to end, man," I said. "I'm not going to let you ruin your
life... over me."

Parker glared at me, and his face changed emotions so often... from terror,
to anger, to fear... to confusion... and then outright determination.

"All right, then," Parker said, seething. "I call."

I cocked my head. "What... do you mean?"

"I'm calling your bluff."

I shook my head, confused. "What... bluff?"

"You hate everyone in this world," Parker said. "And I'm going to find out
if it's justified."

Parker just nodded, and stood up. He shoved past me, and toward my desk. He
grabbed my camera and began playing with it. "Annnnd... configure for
livestream to YouTube... to my channel... username... passssword... deet
doot deet..." He plugged it into my camera's virtual screen.

My face began to pale. "Oh fuck no..." I was paralyzed.

Parker looked at me, and suddenly... like someone had just painted over a
chalkboard, the carnival was back. He looked back to the camera, and began
to record.

"Hey guys, it's Skateman847 here... and I have some exciting news to tell
you today!"

He smiled brightly.

"I'm gay!"

*	*	*	*

Stay Tuned For Chapter 6. Chapter 6 will be the final chapter. If you have
any suggestions or feedback, I welcome your correspondence at:
Moswald12@gmail.com.