Tripod Chapter 12
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Chapter 12:
I slept like a rock that night, resting blissfully, until I had a strange dream that I was on a boat, out on Lake Michigan, being tossed in the waves. I slowly awakened to realize that the movement was real and the sensation I was feeling was Tyler's ass bumping against my own as he fucked Eddie.
"Morning," I yawned, "pass me the lube."
Literally without missing a beat, Tyler handed the tube to me and said, "My turn to be the filling in the dude sandwich?"
I kissed him on the back of the neck, reached over to tweak Eddie's hard nipples and said, "Time to get skewered, Bro."
It was 6:23 and we needed to get up soon. I lubed the monster up and, as gently as possible using an 11" flesh baseball bat, slipped into Tyler's tight hole, which was still pretty slick from the previous night's assault. He took it easily and got right into the rhythm as both fucker and fucked.
"Man, you weren't kidding, Jaime," Tyler gasped, "this feels amazing."
A minute later all three of us were moaning. Eddie jacked his own dick as Tyler stretched Eddie's hole with his fat cock. At the same time, I was balls-deep in Tyler, reaching places few men could go.
We were getting pretty loud and pretty close to cumming when there was a sharp knock on the door. "It's 6:30 boys, time to get up."
"We're already up," I shouted back.
"Yeah, no shit. I'm not deaf," Dad said. "Get your nut and hit the shower. School's not gonna wait for you boys to shoot your loads."
"OK, we're coming," I snickered.
"And be quick about it!" Dad laughed.
We resumed our love-making and within a couple of minutes, Tyler's thrusts brought us all to a thundering orgasm. Eddie blew his load all over the sheets. Tyler blasted rope after rope of cum into Eddie. And with the aid of Tyler's pulsing rectum, I shot ten times deep into Tyler's hole.
After a quick exchange of kisses and hugs, we gave one another a few minutes of privacy each in the bathroom to dump the loads of cum from our butts and to take care of other normal bodily functions. Then all of us jumped into the shower together for a quick wash. There's just something so sweet about washing another human being, helping your partners to get clean in places that are hard for them to reach. Just being touched in a caring way makes you feel loved. After last night, we were definitely three happy teenagers, thanks to my amazing dad.
By 7:15 we were all dressed. I ripped the cum-crusted sheets from the bed and threw them into the hamper in the laundry room. I'd wash them when I got back from school. Within a minute we were out the door and walking to school. First stop, He Brew.
There was Miguel looking as hot as ever, with those amazing eyelashes and perfect eyebrows. How many women would kill for those eyes?
"Well, good morning, gentlemen," Miguel smiled, showing off his perfect teeth, "don't you all look cheerful."
"Weeknight slumber party," I smirked. "We were celebrating the end to our little nightmare."
"Yeah, I would pay to have been a hidden camera at your house last night," Miguel laughed. Then his tone became serious, "Speaking of cameras, I'm really glad that the surveillance footage from here helped and that that asshole is probably going to spend a long time in jail."
We all nodded. "You're awesome," I said. "I'd like to thank you somehow."
"I can think of a few ways," Miguel said, as the corners of his mouth twisted up mischievously.
Tyler jumped in to change the subject, "I'm gonna be without my car for a few weeks, but at least insurance is gonna cover most of the cost," Tyler said. "My folks are gonna help with some of the deductible and I'll pay the rest with some money I've got saved."
"I'm glad you've got it covered, Tyler. What can I get you guys this morning?" Miguel asked, batting his eyes at me.
Tyler stared me down, "Don't start, Jaime," he teased. "He'll have the same as yesterday, Miguel." Tyler wanted to avoid the long, sexually-charged banter between Miguel and me that had taken place the previous morning. "Actually, we'll all have the same thing we had yesterday, too," Tyler added cheerfully.
A couple of minutes later we were sitting down at our favorite table with coffees, muffins and my everything bagel in hand. As I opened the lid to my latte to add a bit of sugar, I burst out laughing.
"What's so funny?" Eddie asked.
I turned the latte around to show the stick figure of a boy with an enormous penis drawn in milk foam in the café con leche.
"I think it's a perfect likeness of you," Tyler grinned. "Miguel has a long career ahead of him as an artist/barista. So, are you two getting together tomorrow?"
"Yup, meeting here at 4:00, but we haven't decided yet what we're doing," I said.
We had to run, so I ran up to say goodbye to Miguel. "You never told me you're an artist. Tyler says it looks just like me."
Miguel laughed, "Really? Well, there's a lot about me you don't know. I had to rely on Tyler's comment yesterday for artistic inspiration, but I'm looking forward to checking my accuracy in person. What do you feel like doing tomorrow?"
"The weather's supposed to be nice," I said, "how about we go for a walk in the park? It would be great to talk for a while."
"Or we could just sit there and text each other," he winked.
"You're evil...I like that," I said.
With the plans set for my date, Tyler, Eddie and I dashed across the street and made it into school just in time.
During the morning, a few people came up to me to say how happy they were that the hate crime had been solved and that they couldn't believe what an awful person Brandon Grimes's father was. It was great to feel that love, but I wondered why no one ever mentioned Brandon as being a victim, too?
Obviously, he and I had nothing in common. He always had treated me badly. Actually, he treated everyone badly. But I couldn't help but think that he was really just an incredibly unhappy person who had a miserable life at home. In any case, he was still suspended and would probably not be back in school until the following week.
But where would I be now if I'd had an awful dad? Having the support of my family had made all the difference for me on one of the worst days of my life. And Tyler, the guy who had made my life miserable one day, had turned out to be a great friend, not to mention an incredible fuck buddy. Having Eddie as part of the "Tydie" package was just the icing on the cake.
The rest of the morning was like most any other school day. By noon, talk about the hate crime, which had overtaken the talk about Tyler, Eddie and their now ex-girlfriends, which had overtaken any talk about my big dick or being gay, was fading into the background. High schoolers seem to be able to concentrate on only one scandal at a time.
Eddie, Tyler and I met up for lunch and sat down at our usual table in the cafeteria. A few minutes later, Seán O'Hanlon the gymnastics team captain walks over to our table.
"Hey, guys," Seán said, "is it OK if I sit with you?" We all nodded.
Seán had only come out as gay two days earlier, at the same team meeting where Coach Melnyk had rallied support for Tyler and me. Seán, looked like one of the models on a ginger fan page, with his thick, red hair, piercing blue eyes and flawless, pale skin. But he was quite shy. Despite that, he was a good team captain, well-liked by the team and did his best to support other team members.
"How are you guys doing?" he asked. "I'm sure it's been awful for you this week. How are you feeling?"
"We're doing a lot better today than we were on Monday," I said, "we've had a lot of help from our families and the school. And the three of us have really stuck together for support." The last point brought a knowing smirk to first Tyler's, then Eddie's faces.
"That's good to know," Seán said. "Can I talk to you guys about something?"
"Sure," Tyler said, "what's up?"
"Coming out to the team the other day was the toughest thing I've ever had to do. I'm a pretty private person. I don't have a lot of friends. My parents don't know I'm gay yet. But I figured that if you guys were out, then, as team captain, I needed to set an example, too. It wasn't planned, but I'm glad I did it," Seán confessed.
Eddie, who had been doing a lot of his own soul-searching lately, was the first to respond, "When Tyler and me got outed, I literally wanted to die. I thought my world had come crashing down around me. But honestly, it made me realize what a lucky guy I am. Finally, being able to talk about my feelings for Tyler and being able to show my love for him in public have been incredible. Jaime has also shown me what being a true friend really means. It's been just a short while, but our lives have been changed forever now and in a really good way, despite what happened to Tyler's car."
"I can see that. That's kind of why I wanted to hang with you guys, if that's cool with you," Seán said, clearly emotional.
We looked at one another and nodded.
"Sure, that's cool with us," Tyler said. "You can be yourself here. Don't hold back. Besides, the three of us are more than happy to see more of that spectacular ass of yours," Tyler laughed.
Seán blushed. "I guess I'm supposed to say, `Thanks.'"
"On a team with amazing butts, yours takes the gold medal," I chuckled.
Seán took a deep breath, paused for a second and then blurted out, "I've never had sex with anyone."
"Dude, now that word's out on the street that you're into guys, I guarantee you won't be waiting long," said Tyler. "To be honest, I don't think either Jaime or I was surprised about your being gay, just because you're an incredibly good-looking guy who's never had a girlfriend. And now you'll have guys throwing themselves at you."
"Well, Tyler and Eddie are experts at helping guys lose their virginity. I can vouch for their technique personally," I said, miming a blow job.
"Whoa, slow down, Jaime," Eddie said, a bit annoyed at my lack of discretion. "You admitted to Tyler that you were hardly innocent. How many kids our age have both a dildo and a butt plug in their night stand and developed amazing oral skills blowing themselves?"
I blushed.
Eddie continued, "Tyler and I weren't your first sexual experience, just the first one with a pulse. I think maybe Seán might want to take some baby steps before he gets tag teamed."
"Oh, God. TMI," Seán said, turning a deep shade of crimson, "I'd really just like to meet one nice guy and date a bit. It's hard for me to get to know people," he admitted. "I know I'm attracted to guys, but I'm not really sure where I fit in in the whole `top/bottom' thing or if I even want to do anal stuff at all."
"Stay away from Jaime, then," Tyler laughed, "he's a total hole-wrecker, definitely not on the beginners' circuit. I'm still walking funny."
"I'm sorry, Seán," I said, "Eddie's right. Is there anyone you have your sights on around here? Maybe we could help you meet someone? I mean, what kind of guys do you like?"
Just as Seán was taking a second to think about it, Connor Kim walks up to the table. Since Connor was a junior, he didn't have any classes with the rest of us, who were all seniors, so my friends didn't know him. His hair was perfect, as usual. The rest of him wasn't bad, either.
"Hey, Jaime. How's it going?" Connor inquired.
"It's going really good," I said. "How are you doing? By the way, I'm gonna start editing my video of the rally tonight. Wanna see a cut when I get it done?"
"I'm doing great, thanks. Sure, I'd love to see the video, whenever you're ready. Who are your cute friends?" he asked.
"This is Eddie, Tyler and Seán. Guys, this is Connor Kim," I said.
"Hey, Connor," the three said, practically in unison, but Seán looked starstruck.
"Oh, and Jaime," said Connor, "just let me know when you'd like to grab a coffee or something to eat...or whatever." Then he raised his eyebrows and gave me an impish grin.
"You got it, Connor," I said.
"Gotta run. Nice meeting all of you. Later, guys," said Connor. He turned to Seán and smiled broadly, then he turned and walked off.
"That's my type," said Seán. "He's so hot. That hair. Those cheekbones. Total Korean boy band. What do you know about him? Does he like gingers? You think he'd go out with me?"
"I hardly know him. We only talked for the first time at the rally yesterday. Seems pretty nice. Do you want his number? It's obvious he wants to go out with me, but he smiled at you, too. I'm OK sharing," I said.
"That's for sure," Tyler laughed and rolled his eyes.
"God, I'd be too nervous to talk to him," Seán said.
"Jeez, what century are you living in?" asked Tyler. "Just text him. Tell him he's hot. Then, send a dick pic. Jaime and I have seen you naked. You've got nothing to worry about."
"And if he's really into gingers, he'll see those flame pubes and know that the rug matches the drapes," I smirked.
"Jeez, Jaime, just how gay are you? Only been out of the closet for a week and already into home decorating," Tyler laughed.
Eddie just shook his head. "I think texting is a good idea. But a dick pic? Hmmm, maybe you should at least wait until you meet up face-to-face once first. What kinds of things are you into, besides gymnastics? You need to have something to text about."
Seán was looking a touch overwhelmed. "Irish dancing," he said sheepishly.
"Ugh, what else?" the three of us said in unison.
"Family genealogies? I've traced my family tree back six generations to Ireland. I love that show on public television" Seán said eagerly.
"Jeez, Seán," Tyler said, "Is there something you're into that a regular guy might think is cool?"
"Umm, I like movies and I like to eat," said Seán hopefully.
"It's a start," said Eddie.
"OK, why don't you text him and tell him you think he's really cute and ask him if he wants to go to the movies?" said Eddie.
"I think I can handle that," said Seán.
"Great. Do it. Let us know how it goes when we see you at practice," I said.
"OK. Thanks, guys,"said Seán.
At 3:05PM, I walked into the locker room to get dressed for our gymnastics team workout. Today was strength training and stretching. What's a gymnast who can't spread his legs wide, right?
Cody and John were already getting dressed when I arrived. Tyler and Ron came in right after me. Two minutes later Seán runs into the locker room breathless with a huge smile on his face. He walks over to Tyler and me and leans in, "I sent him a text and he texted back right away. Turns out he's got a total thing for gingers, thinks I'm really hot. We've been texting all afternoon. He's also a complete foodie, but admits he hates kim chee, which for a Korean is like an Irishman hating potatoes. He loves animals. Wants to be a vet, which upsets his folks because they say, and I'm quoting him quoting his parents here, `Animal doctor not doctor. You study harder.' And you're not gonna believe this but after we were texting for an hour, I said to him, `I hope you don't think I'm weird, but I'm really into Irish dancing.' I closed my eyes and expected him to text back, `That really is lame,' but guess what, he's seen `Riverdance' ten times. Obsessed with Irish dancing. We're gonna go to the movies tomorrow night. You guys are amazing. Thanks so much for helping me. Oh, and Jaime, he said not to be mad at him."
That may have been the most talkative I've ever seen Seán, who was clearly elated.
Coach Melnyk busted our asses at practice that afternoon. By the time we were finished, everyone was sore and tired.
I said goodbye to Tyler and the rest of the guys on the team and walked home. A nice, quiet evening at home was definitely on the menu, especially given that I'd spent the last two nights in a sexual frenzy. I needed to catch up on my homework and wanted to get a jump on editing my video.
Dad had said that he would be home around 7:00, so I checked to see what was in the fridge: boneless chicken breasts, prosciutto, fresh spinach, tofu, broccoli. Thanks, Mom, for thinking ahead. Chicken Saltimbocca with sauteed spinach seemed like a good option. It would only take about a half hour to put together and it was just 5:30, so I headed up to my room to take care of some homework in chemistry and English.
An hour later, I was in the kitchen knocking together dinner. After last night, I really wanted to show Dad some love, and Italian food has always been one of his favorite cuisines.
At 7:02, Dad walks in the door, sets down his back pack and gives me a hug.
"Smells amazing in here," he said. "What's on the menu?"
"Chicken saltimbocca with sauteed spinach," I replied, handing dad a glass of white wine.
"Teaching you to cook was one of the best investments we ever made," Dad smiled. "Thanks. How was school?"
"It was fine. Oh, I don't think I told you about it, with all the other craziness that's happened in the past couple of days, but right before we found that Tyler's car had gotten trashed, Coach Melnyk had a team meeting to show support for Tyler and me as bi and gay."
"That was really a great thing to do. I'm sure you two appreciated it, right?"
"Oh, yeah. But it turned into this funny, weird confessional that Coach definitely hadn't planned. One kid admitted he has a foot fetish and jacks off to pictures of women's feet. Another kid admits he's really into BDSM and likes when his girlfriend ties him up and spanks him."
Dad burst out laughing, "I'm sure your coach was beside himself."
"And Seán O'Hanlon came out as gay," I added.
"The team captain? The one with the gravity-defying butt?" Dad laughed.
"Anyhow, today Seán comes over to the table where Tyler, Eddie and I are having lunch and sits down and starts talking to us about how he'd like to meet someone, but that he's really shy. At the same time, this other kid, Connor Kim walks over and Seán's eyes are bugging out of his head. To make a long story short, the three of us helped Seán hook up with Connor and they're going out tomorrow night."
"It was great that you guys could help out your friend like that. You've really learned in the past couple weeks not only how important it is to have a good support system, but also how you need to be willing to ask for and accept the help that's offered," Dad said. "By the way, how was last night's sleepover?"
"Amazing! Those guys are not only really handsome, but they're hot in bed, too. We've got really good chemistry."
"Do you think the three of you will wind up together romantically? Dad asked.
"I don't think that that's what they want. I'm not sure I do either. They're really special guys, but I'd kind of like to try something a little more...conventional first. Oh, and another thing, I'm going on a date tomorrow after school," I said.
"Really? Who's the lucky guy? Someone from school?" Dad inquired.
"No. It's the barista from He Brew. His name's Miguel. He's funny and cute. And only a touch taller than me," I added.
"Mmm. How old is this guy?" Dad asked.
"He's only 19. I think he's going to college part time. We're going to go to the park tomorrow, so I can find out more details. Honestly, I've had my eyes on him for a long time, but finally got up the courage to ask him out."
"Sounds like a good plan. Have fun," Dad said. "By the way, Noah was wondering if you'd like to spend Saturday night in the city with Jermaine and him?"
"Yeah, that would be awesome. I kinda get the sense that Noah and Jermaine think I'm old enough now to pull the curtains back and talk honestly with me about themselves and gay life. They don't see me like a little kid anymore," I said.
"They definitely don't see you like a little kid," Dad smiled. "I'm getting the sense that Jermaine wants to bottom for you. He's obviously into big dicks."
"Wait. What?!" I shouted, flabbergasted.
"And I get the feeling that Noah wouldn't mind helping out either. But I don't think they'd ever just come right out and tell you. They don't want to discourage you from visiting, if it's not what you want to do."
"I'm kinda in shock. I honestly never thought about it. But the two of them are great guys and, to tell you the truth, really built. I'd definitely like to hang out with them on Saturday, but I'm not sure if I'm ready to `hang out' with them on Saturday," I laughed, making a gesture of my forearm dangling like a huge dick. "What do you think, Dad?"
"You know how I feel about sex...and about your uncle Noah," Dad said. "Obviously those guys are a lot older than you, but I also trust them completely and never would have brought this up if I'd thought that they might hurt you or put you into an uncomfortable situation. I kinda get the feeling that Tyler, Eddie and you haven't exactly been limiting yourselves to circle jerks, right?"
"Well, no," I admitted, "it's been kinda wild, to tell you the truth. I was afraid that they might get one look at me, you know, down there, and run away screaming, but they've taken it on like champs. Eddie even compared it to reaching the top of Mt. Everest," I laughed. "And, since we're being completely honest here, neither one of them is exactly small, and I took care of them, too." I couldn't believe I was having this conversation with my dad.
"I know where you're coming from, son. Your mom almost fainted the first time we got together, but obviously she overcame her shock. And Noah's had the same issues. If you decide you're going to let Noah fuck you, go slow. As far as I know, he's the biggest one in the family. He's bigger than me, and that's saying something."
"I've got time to think about it," I said. "Noah's always been a great uncle, super nice and really fun, but now things have moved to a completely new level and I just need to get used to the idea."
"Completely up to you," Dad said. "You should never let anyone, no matter who it is, pressure you into doing something you don't feel comfortable with."
"Thanks, Dad. I'm gonna start editing the video that I shot at the rally against hate yesterday. That steady mount is amazing. It was easy to use and works like a charm. Thanks again for the present."
I walked up to my bedroom, fired up my laptop, attached the outboard hard drive and transferred all of the footage from the day before. By 11PM, I had a rough edit together. I included footage from most of the interviews, although a few people were either so nervous on camera or so inarticulate that their footage didn't make the cut. To help piece everything together, I used a lot of the b-roll footage I'd shot.
The whole video ran about three minutes. After watching it through about five times and making some adjustments, I decided to view it one last time. At 2:23 something caught my eye. It was during the interview with Connor Kim. At first, I thought maybe I was mistaken. But I ran the shot back and forth several times, then paused it. I even blew it up to be sure. When I was 100% certain, my heart sank and I broke out in a cold sweat.
I picked up my cell and typed out a text:
Me: Dude, I need to talk to you alone. Meet me at He Brew at 7:30.
End Chapter - 12