6. The Parkers

Hunter

As Hunter pulled into the driveway, he could see the open garage door and hear Logan’s father dusting off ski equipment inside. He turned and waved at them with a big smile on his face.

Logan laughed. “Look at that dork. Hey, do you want to come in for a sec and say ‘hi’ to everyone before you head home?”

Hunter turned off the ignition and got out of the car. “Hello, Mr. Parker,” Hunter greeted him with an awkward wave.

“Hunter, it’s so great to see you. How are you, son?” Mr. Parker asked warmly as Logan approached him.

Hunter’s lips tightened. “Fine.”

“Come here,” Mr. Parker said with a big smile on his face, and pulled Logan in for a tight hug, giving him several kisses on the cheek. “I’ve missed you. How are your classes going? There is so much to catch up on.” Mr. Parker’s eyes filled with tears.

“Everything is great, Dad,” Logan said, pulling away, but not before giving his father a kiss on the cheek. “I missed you, too.”

“Is Dad crying again?” Stacy appeared at the inner garage door that led to the house. “Hey, Hunter.” Hunter looked away.

“Don’t talk to him after what you did,” Logan scolded her.

“What did she do?” Mr. Parker asked, puzzled.

“Dad, did you find my boots?” Stacy dodged the subject.

“No, honey, but you can come and help me look.”

The boys headed toward the house.

“Hey, Hunter, staying for dinner? I’m about to put some food on the stove,” Mr. Parker asked from the piles of garage junk.

“Uh—I don’t think so. My mom is probably waiting on me, I’ll be heading out soon, but thanks,” Hunter said before following Logan inside.

Once in Logan’s room, Hunter locked the door and watched as Logan plopped his duffel on the floor and took off his coat. One extended glance triggered it. They found themselves kissing again, Hunter leading him to the bed and then pinning him against the sheets.

“Is this what you wanted me to come in for?” Hunter whispered, kissing him with great energy, letting Logan’s tongue explore his own. He trailed kisses down Logan’s chin and to his neck, moaning softly against his skin.

“Uh huh.” Logan nodded. Hunter pulled Logan’s shirt up, pressing his crotch against Logan’s boner in his sweats, and ground against him, cock to cock separated by several layers of fabric.

Logan groaned. “Yeah, that’s nice.”

Hunter lowered himself onto Logan’s body and kissed him again, purposefully grinding against his clothed penis. It differed from anything he’d ever experienced, more intense, more taboo. Logan reached into his pants and stroked himself a few times, giving Hunter a glimpse of the tip and a sudden urge to reach for it, touch it, and caress it in his hand.

“Logan!” Mrs. Parker knocked on the door and then turned the locked knob a few times. The two of them rushed off the bed, and Logan slipped on his heavy coat to hide his erection. “Open up.”

Logan opened the door and gave his mom a tight hug, his hips pulled back.

“My baby,” she cried out happily and stroked his hair. “Look at you. My handsome boy. Oh, you need a haircut. Have you eaten? You look so thin. Let’s get you some food.”

“I’m fine, Mom.”

“Hunter! How are you? Look at you, all grown up,” she said, barging her way into the room and giving Hunter a warm embrace. “You know you’re like a son to me. I tell everyone I have two boys and a girl.”

“Yes, you’ve mentioned before. It’s nice to see you, Mrs. Parker,” Hunter said with a nervous chuckle, before sneaking Logan a wink.

“That’s enough, Mom,” Logan said, separating the two.

“It was so nice of your parents to invite us out to Aspen. What a fancy place to go—I’ve never been. Have you?”

“Yeah, a bunch. It should be a good time. Anyway, I should head out and get to my own family.”

Mrs. Parker placed both hands on her hips. “You should stay for dinner.”

“I wish I could, but I think my mom is planning something for tonight,” Hunter said, heading toward the door.

“We love you. Get home safely.”

Hunter always felt embarrassed when Mr. or Mrs. Parker would say those words. “Love you, too.”

“Stacy, get out of my car,” Hunter said, annoyed and looking straight ahead.

Stacy applied lip gloss in his passenger side mirror and puckered her lips. “Can you give me a ride to the library?”

“No. You know you don’t want to go to the library.”

“Drive before they know I’m in here.” She slid low on the heated leather seats. “Take me to the library, seriously. I’m meeting friends there.”

Less than ten minutes later, Hunter found himself in the backseat of his car with Stacy riding on his lap in an old church parking lot adjacent to the library. Her black hair fell over her shoulders, and green eyes smoldered at him. Logan’s eyes.

“Oh my god, I’m coming again,” she screeched. Stacy pulled his head into her chest, and Hunter sucked on her soft, perky tits. “Come inside me.”

Hunter tried to pull away. “Fuck, no!”

“It’s fine, I’m on the pill. I swear, I don’t want a kid,” she huffed, clutching at his neck. Water droplets dripped down the foggy windows.

“Okay, get off,” he said, yanking his neck out of her grasp. “We’re done.”

“Aww, come on,” she whined, a malicious smirk on her face.

He pushed her off him, his brow furrowing in frustration, before pulling his pants back up. “Your brother would kill me if he knew. You can’t text me anymore. And we can’t do this anymore, I mean it.”

“Are you afraid of my brother or something?”

“No,” he said, buttoning his pants and looking out the window for passersby.

She slipped her shirt on and straightened her long, dark hair. “I know the two of you are more in love with each other than anyone else.”

Hunter’s eyes widened. “What? Why would you say that?”

“Jesus, calm down. It was a joke. What’s up with you?”

It dawned on Hunter that he was unnecessarily defensive, so he softened his tone. “Sorry, Stace, midterms have me stressed out. You’re a fun, sexy girl. I really like you, but I just don’t want to get your hopes up.”

Stacy looked over at him and gave a condescending laugh. “You’re so cute. I know this is only fun, and I don’t want to stop having fun with you.”

A few minutes later, Hunter dropped Stacy off at the library, where a tall, lanky teenage boy waited out front. Stacy opened the window and blew him a kiss.

“Who is that dweeb?” Hunter asked with a chuckle.

“My boyfriend. Thanks for the ride!”