Tripod Chapter 14
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"TRIPOD"
Chapter 14 -- "Say Uncle"
I walked home from the park after my date with Miguel with a big smile on my face. Really, I was still getting accustomed to the idea that a guy would find me hot. After years of thinking of myself just as a weird mish-mash of ethnicities stuffed into an elf-like body with an outsized, elephant-trunk of a dick, the road to true self-acceptance wasn't going to happen overnight. But judging from the reactions of Tyler, Eddie and now Miguel, I was beginning to think that at least some guys might be interested.
It was about 6 o'clock that Thursday and I came home to an empty house. Dad had texted, saying he had a late meeting to review new creative work for the next round of his new business pitch, but would probably be home around 8:00. So, I grabbed the car keys and headed over to the supermarket to pick up some things for dinner: chicken breasts, a loaf of Italian bread, a head of garlic and some broccoli rabe.
The store was pretty crowded, but I got into the "15 items or less" checkout line, which seemed to be moving quickly. Standing in front of me was a guy who looked to be just under six feet (1.82m) tall. He turned around to grab a candy bar from the display rack and he had the face of a Hollywood star. I had already noticed his fine butt and great arms. I thought he was somewhere between 18 and 20 years-old, blond, with a few days' stubble. This guy was like a Greek god. My heart started to race and my pants were starting to tighten in the crotch area.
As he grabbed the candy bar, he made eye contact with me and gave me a smile. It was nothing too obvious. Maybe I was just reading too much into it.
After he paid for his items, I noticed him standing outside the store. He glanced back inside a couple of times, then looked back to his phone. I quickly paid for my groceries and walked out of the store. Feeling emboldened after my last week of sexual successes, I walked up to him and said, "Hi, I'm Jaime."
He looked up and looked a bit confused. "Hi, Jaime. What's up?"
"I noticed you smiled at me and I just wanted to say `hi' and see if maybe you'd like to get a coffee sometime?"
He looked a bit embarrassed. "I'm just a friendly guy, I guess. I smile at everyone. Thanks for the offer, but to be honest, I'm not into short guys."
"I'm not so short with my pants down. I'm super hung." I blurted out.
"And not very subtle, either. I think I'll pass. Thanks for the offer anyway," Mr. Greek God said and he walked away.
Ouch. Lesson learned. I guess I'm not really everyone's fantasy boy after all. That hurt. For someone so good at reading people, I did a crappy job of it here. I think if he really had been "friendly," he could have said that he already had a boyfriend or that he wasn't looking to meet anyone. He really wasn't friendly at all, but I guess he was honest. And I was stupid.
I was still learning how to maneuver my way through the gay dating/hook-up world, I guess. Besides, my date with Miguel had been great and even if we weren't destined to be a couple, I hoped that we could get to be good friends.
By 8:10PM, when my dad walked in the door, I was just putting the finishing touches on the chicken piccata with sautéed broccoli rabe. Dad set his backpack on a chair at the kitchen table and walked over to give me a hug, "How was your day," he asked?
"If you've got a couple of hours, I can give you all the details," I joked. "How was yours?"
"Mine was OK. Pretty much the usual day in advertising: too much to do, not enough time, not enough of a budget, and clueless clients," Dad said smugly. "How was your date with Miguel?"
"It was really cool. He's Salvadoran and lives with his mom in Rogers Park. We talked in the park for a while, then I showed him some of my gymnastics routine."
"Do you think you guys will get together again," Dad asked.
"I hope so. I don't think either of us is really interested in a serious relationship right now, but I could see spending some time hanging out and maybe, you know," I smiled.
"Yeah, I know," Dad laughed. "You know you're welcome to have him over here, if you want. I'd like to meet him sometime."
"I get the feeling money is really tight for him and his mom. Maybe we could have him over for dinner? He works at He-Brew during the day and goes to college in the evenings, but I'm sure he has some days off," I said.
"Sounds like a good plan. You can show off your impressive cooking skills," Dad said. "What smells so good?"
"Chicken Piccata with broccoli rabe. I ran to the supermarket after I got home."
Dad ran to wash his hands and change into his sweats while I set the table and served dinner. After we'd started eating, I related the incident at the market to him, "I felt really stupid," I said.
"You know what?" Dad said. "The only thing you did that was a bit questionable was resorting to using the size of your dick to get the guy to go out with you. Actually, I'm proud of you. You were willing to take a risk. Yeah, maybe you misread the signs, but a few weeks ago would you have dared to go up to someone you found attractive and started a conversation?"
"No, probably not," I replied.
"So, that's progress! I've met men who only are into plus-sized women. I've met women who only want men who are really hairy. No one will be everyone's cup of tea. Even that `Greek God' you saw at the market won't be everyone's ideal. Given that Tyler, Eddie and Miguel all find you very attractive, it should tell you something. You will definitely get disappointed again, but you may also get pleasantly surprised. You'll never know unless you put yourself out there. And yes, there will probably be guys who only want you because of your dick, but you need to ask yourself if that's really a reason to go out with them.
"By the way, this chicken is delicious. Thanks for cooking," Dad added.
"You're welcome. Thanks, Dad." I stood up, walked over to my dad and gave him a hug.
I decided not to share my issue with Tyler with him. Dad has always liked Tyler and, since Tyler was willing to put things right, I didn't want to tarnish his reputation.
After dinner, I went up to my room to get some homework done and finish up the rally against hate video. When I was satisfied that the video was complete, I uploaded it to the server that the school uses for reviewing student-submitted videos. The school has a website where students are encouraged to submit extracurricular projects.
At about 10:30, I got a text notification on my phone:
Tyler: Texted Ashley Swenson. Says we can meet tomorrow @ 7:45. Said she'd been looking all over for the $$. It's to donate to that charity thing the school's doing for homeless kids. I'm such an asshole.
Me: (peach emoji) (poo emoji) LOL
Me: Proud of U, dude. Meet at 7:15? Usual place. I'll tell Eddie.
I went to bed around 11:00 and finally got a good night's sleep. Since my snake had gotten well drained by Miguel, I didn't even beat off before turning in.
Speaking of Miguel, he was all smiles when I walked into He Brew at 7:15 the next morning. Eddie and Tyler had already ordered and were waiting to pick up their coffee and muffins.
"Good morning, guapo_. ¿Cómo estás_?" Miguel asked. "Café con leche and an everything bagel with cream cheese?"
"Sounds perfect. I'm good, thanks ¿y tú?" I replied.
"Doing the best I can, caffeinating mankind one cup at a time," he laughed. "I really had fun yesterday. Your gymnastics skills are only beaten by your oral ones," he winked.
I blushed. "I really had fun, too. What nights do you have free? I'd like to invite you over for dinner. I'm a pretty decent cook. And my dad said he'd like to meet you."
Miguel flinched, "Isn't it a little quick to meet the folks?"
"No worries, Miguel. Dad knows we're not serious. He's a really cool guy and my friends all love him. My mom's still out of town for another week. Besides, he's already said that if you want to come over to fool around with me, he's cool with that."
"Well, if you put it that way...OK, I'm open next Wednesday and I'm not a picky eater. I'm sure whatever you cook up will be great, especially if it's your foot-long hot dog or your famous rump roast," he said, grinning.
I grabbed my coffee and bagel and sat down with the guys, "Good morning, studs. What's up?"
"Tyler's nervous about what he's going to say to Ashley," Eddie said.
"You're not thinking of chickening out, are you, Ty?" I asked.
"No. I meant what I said. I'll give her the money back. It's just weird. That's all," Tyler said.
"I'm sure you'll do fine. You're really a charming guy, not to mention handsome and with a big, fat dick. Oh, wait, she doesn't need to know the last part, I guess," I laughed. "What are you guys up to tonight?"
"We're going out on a real date," said Eddie. "This is the first time since we were outed that the two of us are going out alone in public together. Tyler is taking me out for pizza and then I'm taking him out for ice cream. My folks are out of town for the weekend visiting my grandparents in Georgia and my sister has a sleep-over at her friend Jessica's house. So, we've got the place all to ourselves...please pass the lube, Baby."
Tyler and I laughed.
"We're gonna miss you, Jaime, but we need a little alone time. You're welcome back whenever you want, though," said Tyler. "Hey, aren't you spending tomorrow night at your uncle's place in the city?"
"Yeah, that's the plan. I think tonight I'm just gonna hang at home, but Uncle Noah's got something on the books for tomorrow. He didn't say what yet. Oh, remember, Ty, we've got the all-day gymnastics practice tomorrow. You guys better get to bed early, then get to sleep before midnight." I winked.
"Hey, Eddie. Didn't you have an appointment with your psych yesterday? How did that go?" I asked.
Eddie looked a touch embarrassed, then said, "Actually, it went OK. She specializes in adolescents and a big part of her practice is kids who are LGBTQ. After we talked for a while, she said that perfectionism often leads to anxiety and self-doubt because people set impossibly high standards for themselves. And that learning to be gentle with myself and realizing that sometimes it's OK to fail are goals that she and I can work on together." A little tear formed in the corner of Eddie's eye. "Thanks, for asking, Jaime, and for being my friend."
Tyler had also teared up a bit. He reached for Eddie's hand.
I looked at my phone and said, "Oh, shit, it's almost 7:45. Let's go."
The three of us grabbed our stuff, waved goodbye to Miguel, and headed out the door and across the street. Just as planned, Ashley was waiting in front of the school for Tyler, who looked nervous.
"I guess you're Ashley," Tyler said. "I'm Tyler. This is Eddie and Jaime."
Ashley was a very pretty blonde girl. About 5'9" (1.75m) tall, with a great body and long legs. She was dressed from head to toe with designer labels. It didn't look tacky, just expensive. The girl knew how to put together a look. Hanging from her arm was the same designer purse I'd seen in the video.
"I know who you are," Ashley said. "You're the guys that the rally was for in the first place...the kinky trio, right? But hey, who am I to judge? You're all really cute, though. Hey, whose car got trashed, anyway?"
"It's my car," said Tyler. "It's still in the shop."
"That sucks," said Ashley.
"Here's your money back." Tyler handed five $20 bills to Ashley. "I need to be honest with you, Ashley. I didn't find the money on the ground. I took it out of your bag."
Eddie and I shot each other a look. This was not what we were expecting at all.
Tyler continued, "I needed the money to fix my car and I saw it sitting in your purse. I'm really sorry. It was a shitty thing to do. I'm happy you're giving the money to help those homeless kids. I hope you can forgive me."
Ashley shot Tyler an if-looks-could-kill look and said, "You know, I should have you arrested or report you to the school." The color instantly drained from Tyler's face and he looked like he was going to faint. Then, slowly, her expression softened "But, it takes balls to admit you messed up. Besides, you and your friends really had to be scared shitless after what happened to you with the nooses and graffiti and stuff. No one should ever have to feel like that. Keep the money," Ashley said.
We all let out the breaths we'd been holding. "No, I can't do that," said Tyler. "I'm not taking money from homeless kids so I can fix my car."
"My mom makes a fucking fortune. The only reason I'm not at some stupid, exclusive, private school is that I threatened to run away if she sent me to one. I like my friends here and I like this school. Listen, I get a $1,000 a month allowance. I can let you have $100 and still give $100 to charity and have plenty left over to buy shit I honestly don't need.
"By the way, Ron Ianello says that you're a great guy, Tyler. He likes your boyfriend and your cute, little, sex buddy, too. He said that you guys helped him out with a problem he was having with his girlfriend Stephanie. Knowing Ron and Stephanie, I can only imagine what the problem could be. Mmm, better yet, I don't really want to imagine it. Those two kids look like the sweet, innocent couple from next door. Hah! If people only knew! But her and me have been besties since grade school. Her and Ron are like two weird puzzle pieces that fit together, so my lips are sealed."
"Ron said you were a really great girl," Tyler said. "He was right. I can't thank you enough." Tyler leaned in and gave her a hug. And with that, Ashley, her $1,000 purse and her full designer ensemble turned and headed up the steps into the school.
"Man, did you dodge a bullet on that one," Eddie said.
"I kept thinking about what Jaime said to me yesterday," Tyler said. "Making up a story about the money dropping out of her purse was just an `OK' solution, but it really wasn't the right one. I know now that I had to decide that part for myself. I would have been fine just giving back the money. I already told my folks that I'd spent my money on dumb shit."
"How did they react?" I asked.
"They were really pissed off. They said they would lend me the money, but with a 10% interest penalty for being irresponsible. I'll let them know that I don't need as much from them because a rich friend gave me some of the money. Jeez, did I luck out on this one," Tyler said.
"You sure did," I said. "Orange prison jumpsuits are definitely not a good look on you. The color clashes with your eyes. And I can't really picture you as someone's jailhouse bitch, either."
"I don't know," Eddie smiled, "I think maybe someone's gonna like being my jailhouse bitch tonight."
***
During home room, the voiceover wannabe droned on about the usual. Then he said, "Students are encouraged to view a new video on the school's website about Tuesday's Rally Against Hate, produced by senior student Jay-mee Fine-Cruz."
"Thanks for the plug, kid, now go to hell for mispronouncing my name," I thought.
Some of my fellow students in the classroom turned and gave me the thumbs-up. Others just smiled. The teacher said, "Nice work, Hi-may. I think our announcer could use a few pointers on how to pronounce people's names."
***
At lunch, Tyler, Eddie and I sat with Seán, who had had his first date with Connor Kim the night before.
"Well, Seán, how did it go?" Tyler asked. "Did you guys get wet and wild or was it more like a girl scout outing where you traded cookie recipes and talked about how Irish dancing turns you on?"
"He's really sweet," said Seán. "We went to the movies to see that new superhero flick. Believe it or not, two of the superhero guys turned out to be boyfriends. At that point in the movie, Connor reached over and held my hand. So hot."
Tyler, Eddie and I just rolled our eyes. "What happened after the movie," I asked.
"I drove over to the park and we parked in a dark corner of the parking lot, you know, where people go to make out and stuff. Then I leaned over and kissed him. On the lips. Before you know it, he was taking off my shirt...and his, too. Things got really hot and heavy. I let him touch me, through my jeans. And I touched him, too," Seán whispered.
"Did he suck your dick?" Eddie asked.
"Ew, no. I'm no slut," Seán professed. "Let me go out with him a few times before I give away my virtue."
"You're hopeless, Seán," said Tyler.
"Did you have fun at least?" Eddie asked.
"It was great! This is all really new to me, guys. I need to take things slow, OK? Connor seems to be OK with that. I get the feeling he's not that experienced either," Seán admitted.
"Maybe you should watch some gay porn," Tyler said. "It sounds as though you could use more than a few pointers."
"Practice on a banana," I said. "Check to make sure you don't leave any teeth marks. If you scrape someone's cock up with your teeth, he's not likely to want to come back for more, OK? Once you're sure you're getting the banana into your mouth without scraping it, try to get as much down your throat as possible without gagging. Practice on unripe bananas. You don't want it breaking off in your throat and choking you to death. It would ruin your day."
Seán blushed. "I guess that's good advice. I'll try it. I can always use the extra potassium from a banana anyway."
"That's the spirit," Eddie said, rolling his eyes.
***
Saturday's all-day gymnastics practice was grueling. Coach Melnyk had all of us going through our routines over and over again until we had them close to perfect.
John Robertson's high bar routine was amazing. Tyler had nothing to be ashamed of either, especially on the pommel horse. I was really pleased with my floor exercise. Ron's still ring routine still needed a bit of polishing, but was looking good. Even sophomore Cody Burke was coming along well on both vault and high bar. By 4PM, we were all beat and ready to hit the showers.
As I was drying off, Ron walked over to me and said, "Can guys really take that huge dick of yours?"
"Well, it's not like I've had tons of partners, but as long as I go really slow and use lots of lube, they seem to be happy about it. Why are you asking?"
"Because I've been practicing for Stephanie. Even those little pickle-sized cucumbers are giving me a problem. I don't know how anyone could take your dick without screaming bloody murder," Ron admitted.
"You have to learn to relax, Ron," I admonished. "If you're all worried about it, then it's gonna hurt. If you take a deep breath, then let it out, then push out, like you're trying to take a dump, it should go in easier. The key is to relax and use lots of lube.
"Don't think of it as taking a dick," I continued. "Since you're a straight guy, maybe that's what's giving you the issue. Just think of it as a `mechanical prostate stimulator.' You're just using a tool to make you feel good. It doesn't matter what shape it is or what it looks like, OK?" I was trying to reassure him that he wasn't going to turn gay from getting fucked by his girlfriend wearing a strap-on dick.
"OK. Maybe that's the issue. Thanks, Jaime. What are you up to tonight? You, Tyler and Eddie having another orgy?" Ron asked.
"Nope. I'm spending the night at my uncle's place in Lakeview. He's got some surprise thing planned. He didn't want to tell me until I got there."
"Sounds cool. See you on Monday." Ron went back to his locker to dress.
A minute later, Tyler walks over to me, "What was that all about?"
"Ron's having pickle problems." I said, with a smirk.
Tyler laughed out loud.
"Hey, how was date night with Eddie?" I asked.
"Honestly, buddy, it was fucking amazing. When we were in the closet, even if just the two of us went out to grab something to eat, we always were on guard about how we acted, where we sat, what we said, how we looked at each other. Frankly, it was exhausting. This time, for the first time, we were just ourselves. We sat next to each other in the booth and Eddie put his hand on my leg. We didn't care what anyone said or thought. It was awesome.
"Then when we got to his house, he made me play his jail house bitch, just like we talked about yesterday. It was a little weird, but so much fun. We went to the shower and I dropped the soap. He grabbed me and fucked me hard in the shower. Then we went to his bedroom, he threw me down on the bed, held me in place, talked dirty to me, then he dumped another load in my hole. Then he insisted that his hole needed servicing and it was my duty to please him. `Yes, Sir!' I screamed and got down to fucking him good. I came buckets. I'm surprised I made it to practice on time today."
"You know, getting outed by Megan may have been the best thing ever for you and Eddie. Have you talked to her at all?" I asked.
"A couple of chats," Tyler replied, "nothing too deep. I really think she wants to be our friend again though. It would be nice. She's a cool girl."
***
I ran home after practice and had just enough time to put some product in my hair and change into some dressier clothes. Noah wouldn't say what he had planned, but did tell me I couldn't just go in ripped jeans and a t-shirt.
Finding parking in their neighborhood is always a challenge, so I decided that taking mass transit would be the best bet. By 6:15, I was headed into the city on the "L." (Short for "elevated," it's Chicago's nickname for its mass transit trains, most of which run on elevated tracks.)
I hopped off at the Addison stop and walked the six blocks to their condo at Lake Shore Drive and Hawthorne. It has an impressive view of Lake Michigan and the Belmont Harbor Marina. It's located in Lakeview, one of the city's most LGBTQ-friendly neighborhoods. Just to the west lies Boystown, the strip of bars and businesses, which, as the name implies, are very gay friendly.
I went through their building's revolving door and into the lobby. I walked over and checked in at the security desk.
"Good evening. May I help you?" the security guard asked. He was in his late twenties with bulging biceps and a killer chest, which took no imagination to see through his tight-fitting shirt. He must have been new because I'd never seen him before. He looked me up and down. His name tag said "Roman."
"Hi, Roman. I'm Jaime, here to see my uncle Noah Fine in 3601."
"Oh, so you're Noah's nephew. He keeps talking about you. On the gymnastics team, right? Well, clearly not a basketball player. I'll let him and Jermaine know you're here." He turned and rang Noah on the building's intercom system."
"OK, I'll send him up," he said, hanging up the phone. "Go on up. He was right. You really are cute as a button."
I exited the elevator on the thirty-sixth floor and walked to the east end of the hallway. The door was already open and Jermaine was standing there with a hug at the ready.
"Hello there, handsome. We're so glad to see you. It's been so long. Six days?" Jermaine joked.
"Seven," I laughed, "but who's counting?"
Uncle Noah walked up right next to Jermaine and gave me a hug, too. "Hey, buddy. How was the ride down on the "L"?"
"It was pretty routine," I said. "It's a little early for the real characters to show up. I expect it will be a different story at 2AM."
"But you're staying the night here, right?" Noah asked, looking slightly alarmed.
"Of course, Mom and Dad would freak if I took the "L" home at that time of night. Besides, I'm going to make you guys brunch in the morning, OK?" I said.
"Sounds like a plan to us. The fridge is pretty full, but you can always run to the supermarket in the morning if you're missing anything," said Jermaine.
"So, what's the plan for the evening?" I asked. "You've been so secretive. And you made me ditch my usual uniform for some grown-up clothes. Here I am, looking almost presentable."
"You look very handsome," said Noah. "I know how much you love food and love to cook. Have you ever heard of Azotea?"
At the mention of the name, I broke into a cold sweat, "Hell, yeah. It's supposed to be amazing. Gourmet Mexican food at the top of one of the office towers in the Loop. I think the chef trained with a three-star chef in Mexico City for five years before opening a place in Chicago. It's almost impossible to get a table."
"Well, we're not going there," Jermaine said straight-faced.
A second later Noah broke the tension, "Yes, we are!! I know the maître d'. I did him a favor a few months back, so he owed me one. The reservation's at 8:00. We're doing the five course, chef's choice, tasting menu. Is that OK with you?"
"Are you fucking kidding me???" I jumped up and down, almost reaching eye level with 6'2" Jermaine. "This is going to be awesome."
"We're going to have a cocktail before we go. Your dad said it was OK to give you half a glass of wine, but no more. OK?" Noah asked.
"Hey, I weigh 110 lbs. Half a glass should get a nice buzz going," I joked.
While Jermaine poured the wine and mixed up a couple of gin & tonics, Noah and I walked out onto their balcony, which overlooked Lincoln Park and Belmont Harbor.
"So, Barry told me that he let you in on our little not-so-secret secret," Noah said.
"Yeah, Dad told me that you and he fooled around together as kids and still do from time to time today. He said that my mom and Jermaine know and are OK with it. I kind of freaked out a little, but as long as everyone's cool with it, then so am I."
"I'm glad you're OK with it. I don't have to tell you that both our family and your mom's are about as open-minded as they come. My mom and dad figured out that Barry and I were playing around when I was about twelve and he was fourteen. When they told us that they knew, we were scared shitless. They sat us both down and asked if either of us was forcing the other to do something he didn't want to do. Of course, we both loved playing around, so we said in no uncertain terms that there was no coercion. That was the end of it. Mom said that they were our bodies and if that made us feel good, she had no issues with it. No one was going to get pregnant. Being a doctor though, she made us get HIV tests every few months until we moved out."
"I have a confession to make," I said, "I lost my virginity the night of my birthday party. My friend Tyler invited me over to his place to play video games. Then our friend Eddie showed up. It turns out that Tyler and Eddie had been secret boyfriends for four years. We all wound up having sex together. Since they're friends and not some random hookup, I felt really comfortable and had a great time. In fact, we've done it again since then. I know what you mean when you talk about playing around with my dad. Even if it's not a boyfriend, it's someone you love and trust and it took the fear out of it."
I decided to cut right to the chase, "Dad said he got the feeling that you and Jermaine wanted to fool around with me, too."
Noah's eyes shot wide open, "I never said that! I said that Jermaine and I both think you've turned into one hot number."
"So, you don't want to play with me then?" I asked.
"Well, to be honest, I didn't say that either. But we would never, ever want you to do something you didn't feel comfortable with. Your bed is made up in the guest room and that is where you're going to sleep, OK?"
"What about the time between dinner and when I go to sleep?" I asked.
"That's up to you. We can watch TV, talk or do something more," Noah said.
"To be really honest, I don't think I'm comfortable with full blown sex with the two of you. On the other hand, I'm really curious to see what all the fuss is about the men in our family. I've seen my dad naked, but never hard. I wouldn't mind just checking things out and maybe watching each other jack off. I've also discovered that I like to put on a bit of a show. Remember, I'm very flexible and very hung, so you can imagine what I'm capable of doing." I smiled devilishly.
"I'm sure Jermaine will be absolutely giddy. He's a total size queen, although he's not exactly small himself. Let's head back inside. It looks like Jermaine's waiting with the drinks."
While I was drinking my white wine and they their gin & tonics, I filled them in on Tyler's and Eddie's being outed at school, how both guys took the news and the hate crime that had taken place.
"Well, of course we saw the news on TV and your dad filled us in on what was happening. Tyler's and Eddie's dads really did a good job on live TV. And I hope that awful preacher rots in jail," said Jermaine.
"Yikes, it's 7:30 already. We need to head out," said Noah.
We took the elevator to the building's garage and hopped in his car for the short ride downtown. It being mid-October, traffic on Lake Shore Drive wasn't bad. All the beaches were already closed for the season and no events would be scheduled along the lakefront.
In twenty minutes, we pulled up to the valet parking attendant and took the sixty-story elevator ride to the top of the building. While this was far from the tallest building in the city, it still had commanding views of downtown, the lake, and the suburbs north, south and west of the city.
"Noah!" the maître d' called out, as we entered the beautifully-decorated restaurant, "it's so good to see you and Jermaine again. And who is this good-looking man accompanying you?"
"This is my nephew Jaime. It's a belated birthday celebration. He turned seventeen last weekend. Jaime, this is Joseph. He got us this impossible-to-get table."
"It's really nice to meet you, Joseph. I can't wait to eat! I've heard so much about this place," I said, almost giggling with anticipation. "I can see that the artwork and design alone are worth the trip."
"The food is every bit as wonderful as you've heard. Sorry you won't be able to check out the tequila tasting, but I'll reserve a table for you for four years from now so you can celebrate your twenty-first here, OK?" said Joseph.
"You can count on it," I said.
Joseph led us over to a table at the northeast corner of the room. The view of the lights of Millennium Park and the Lake Michigan shoreline was dazzling. I appeared to be the youngest diner in the place, with most of the other tables occupied by older, well-dressed and well-heeled guests.
Once our water glasses were filled, the waiter approached our table and greeted us, "Good evening, gentlemen, my name is Roberto and I am here to ensure your dinner is a pleasurable experience." Roberto clearly was an actor/model by day. They say, "First you eat with your eyes." I was enjoying this first course immensely! Roberto continued, "Joseph has informed me that you will be enjoying the chef's choice five-course menu. Do any of you have any food allergies I should be aware of?"
"I'm deathly allergic to bad food," I said, smirking.
Roberto laughed, "Well then, you've come to the right place, no bad food here." He turned to Jermaine and Noah, "Would you care to order some wine? I can send the sommelier over."
"Excellent idea," said Jermaine, "I can see there are a lot of Mexican wines that I'm not familiar with and I could use a suggestion." Jermaine turned to us and said, "I just read an article on Mexican wines. For a country that's only famous really for Tequila and Mezcal, apparently, they produce some excellent wines in Baja California, especially in the Valle de Guadalupe."
After the sommelier came and suggested a few good wine choices, Roberto returned, accompanied by two other waiters with our first course.
"For your first course, we have organic, blue corn gorditas filled with huitlacoche and topped with queso Cotija made from grass-fed cow's milk."
The servers set the plates down in front of us and left. The presentation was absolutely stunning.
"Wheat-la-what?" asked Noah.
"Huitlacoche--wheat-la-coach-ay," I said. It's the ugliest thing you've ever seen and one of the most delicious. It's this, mushroomy fungus that grows on corn cobs during the rainy season. It tastes amazing."
"God, I knew this was the right place to take you," said Jermaine. "How do you know this?"
"My mom's taken me all over Mexico on production during my summer breaks for years. The first time she tried to get me to eat this, I freaked out, but once I actually bit into it, I was hooked."
We all tasted the dish and sighed simultaneously.
"Oh, God, this is amazing," said Noah.
I searched for a picture of huitlacoche on my cell phone and passed it around so that Noah and Jermaine could see it in its raw state.
"Ugh, you weren't kidding," said Jermaine. "It's amazing how something so freaking ugly could taste so delicious."
After we'd finished the first course and the plates were cleared, Roberto and his team brought the second course. "For round two we have sopa de flor de calabaza, squash blossom soup, topped with roasted pepitas and pumpkin seed oil. It was equally amazing, delicate, yet flavorful and a nice counterpoint to the almost funky huitlacoche.
"So, Jaime," Noah asked, "how is your college application process going? Do you know what you want to study? Do you think you'll pursue filmmaking, like your mom or does something else look interesting?"
"I've sent out about ten applications so far. Since I'm not exactly sure what I want to do yet, I'm trying to cover schools that will give me a wide range to choose from. They're all over the country. Mom and Dad are starting to get tired of me asking for another application fee, I think."
"Have you thought about something to do with food?" Jermaine asked.
"I don't think I want to be a professional chef, but I wouldn't mind trying to combine filmmaking with food. Maybe do documentaries about chefs or restaurants."
"What about gymnastics?" said Noah.
"I'm not good enough for even college-level gymnastics, honestly. I like it, and it's been a great experience, but I don't think I have enough passion for it. None of the senior guys on our team have been scouted by universities, either. So, I guess I'll just have to impress people doing flips at picnics from here on out."
The third course arrived. "Gentlemen, huachinango en salsa de chiles verdes, red snapper with green chile sauce."
A perfect square of fish set diagonally on a square plate, it had been cooked quickly at high temperature in a hot frying pan so that the outside was crisp, but the inside was still moist and flaky. I could tell the sauce was made with poblano and serrano peppers with lime and cilantro. It had a kick to it, but not too spicy. De-licious!
"What do you think, Jaime?" Noah asked.
"Seafood doesn't get any fresher or any better. This is amazing. The flavor of the sauce compliments the delicate flavor of the fish, but doesn't overpower it," I commented.
"Are you sure you're not a forty-year-old food critic compacted down into the body of a seventeen-year-old gymnast?" Jermaine asked.
"You guys have no idea how much I'm enjoying this. I can't thank you enough for bringing me here. This is like all of my trips to Mexico on a plate," I gushed.
With the fish happily eaten, we had a little rest while we waited for the fourth course.
"Hey, hon," Noah said, addressing Jermaine, "I was talking to Jaime earlier and he said he's kind of curious about the lore of the men in our family. He'd like to get a look in person to see what all the fuss is about. Nothing really intimate, but maybe just a mutual admiration society. You OK with that?"
Jermaine perked up noticeably, swallowed hard and said, "I'm very OK with that, if Jaime is. Jaime, I've heard all the stories over the years. Grandpa Morty was 10% dick by body weight, according to Grandma Esther. Mama Bernice claims that your Grandpa David is bigger than any black man she's seen, and that's saying a lot, since she also says your cousins on the African-American side of the family all have a reputation for size. As far as your dad and Noah, well, Noah's a touch bigger than your dad and we'll just have to wait until later to see how you size up."
"I've heard stories from the other side of my family, too," I said. "Abuelo José is supposedly huge. Abuela Nyanya blushes when she talks about him. I'm not sure about my Uncle Julio, honestly. But given my genetic history, I'm not surprised I'm hung like a horse."
As I was saying the last few words, Roberto the waiter and his small entourage walked up with the fourth course. He had obviously overheard the conversation and did his best to keep a straight face. I just blushed a deep shade of red.
"For your fourth course, may I present jabalí con mola manchamanteles, wild boar with a deep-red manchamanteles mole. Our Oaxacan-style mole has forty different ingredients. We make ours a bit on the sweet side by using more plátano macho or ripe plantain. Enjoy"
As the servers turned to leave, I started to laugh out loud.
"What's so funny?" Jermaine demanded to know.
"You guys know about what happened to me a couple of weeks ago in the locker room, right? Well, after I came home and started crying like a baby, my mom and abuela came up to talk to me and try to make me feel better about myself. Abuela said that I was like a delicious mole, made up of lots of different ingredients that you didn't think would go together, but wound up being delicious. Then she added that my particular mole recipe had a lot more plátano macho than most, just like the one we're about to eat. Plátanos machos are these huge plantains. They look like huge bananas on steroids and have to be cooked to be eaten.
"By the way, Manchamanteles means "tablecloth stainer" because its bright red color is a pain to get out of tablecloths. It's a specialty from my abuela's home state of Oaxaca."
"I've just died and gone to hog heaven," said Jermaine. "This is the most delicious pork I've ever tasted and the sauce is spectacular."
"I'll have to convince my folks to take my mom's parents here for a special occasion. They'll absolutely love it," I said.
As we finished up our main dish and the plates were whisked away, Uncle Noah reached over and grabbed my hand and said, "I'm so proud to be your uncle. You've blossomed into an exceptional young man, something that we've seen for quite a while, but it's nice to finally see you happy in your own skin, too."
"I guess I just needed someone or something to help me see things from a different perspective. My family has been great and Tyler and Eddie have been amazing. The three of us have basically come out together and been there to support one another. I owe them so much," I said, wiping away a tear.
"I bet they feel the same way about you," Jermaine said.
Noah poured himself and Jermaine the last of the wine. Then they both raised their glasses to me and Noah said, "To Jaime, to his friends and to our family. ¡Salud!"
Just as the savory courses were settling down nicely in my very happy belly, Roberto's team came by with dessert. "And for your fifth and final course, gentlemen, may I present a chocolate tarte with cinnamon-dusted pecans. The chocolate is from the state of Chiapas, Mexico's southern-most state. The pecans are from Chihuahua, which borders Texas way up north and the cinnamon comes from Veracruz on the Gulf of Mexico. Would anyone care for a coffee? Ours is organic, from a single farm in the highlands of Oaxaca."
All of us said, "Yes, please!"
"Oh, my God. This is an orgasm on a plate," Noah sighed. The rest of us were just in a sugar bliss. The chocolate was the deepest, most intense you can imagine. The coffee only intensified the chocolate flavor.
Jermaine paid the bill, we thanked Roberto and I gave Joseph the maître d' a big hug, "This is a night I will never forget. Best. Birthday. Ever."
"Well, that's a satisfied customer if I've ever seen one," Joseph laughed. "Take care Noah, Jermaine and Jaime. Thanks for dining with us."
As we were going down to the ground floor in the elevator, I asked Noah, "Can I ask what the favor was you did for him that got us this table?"
Noah and Jermaine looked at each other sheepishly. "Can I tell him?" Noah asked.
"Sure. He's old enough now," Jermaine said.
"Jermaine and I tag-teamed him. Fucked him silly. Said it was the best night of his life."
The ride back to Noah and Jermaine's place was quiet. Each of us was digesting not only the incredible meal, but the contents of the conversation we'd had.
When we got back to their apartment I said, "I'm gonna change out of these fancy clothes and I'll be back in five minutes."
Jermaine replied, "That's a good idea. We'll meet you back in the living room."
I took eight minutes to return to the living room, wanting to be sure that Noah and Jermaine would already be there. I had taken off everything and slipped on just a pair of gym shorts. I usually wore them with underwear, but decided to go commando.
My uncle and his husband were on the couch in t-shirts and underwear.
As I walked in and they looked up to see me, their eyes bugged out and their jaws fell open. I have a problem wearing gym shorts that have a seven-inch inseam because my dick, when it's soft, hangs down eight inches.
"Jesus Christ, you are a big boy," Noah exclaimed. "And you're just hanging soft?"
"Completely," I said, "but I don't think it's gonna stay that way very long."
"We'll show you ours if you show us yours then," Jermaine said.
The two of them first took off their undershirts. Noah has a rocking body. Great pecs and abs with a furry chest and tummy, taking after Grandpa David who is the quintessential bear. My dad is a lot less hairy than Noah. Jermaine is smooth, but no less toned. Where Noah is shorter and broad across the shoulders and back, Jermaine is tall and thinner. The contrast isn't unlike Tyler and Eddie.
"Now for the fun part," I said. "On the count of three. 1 -- 2 -- 3."
The shorts were off and we were all sitting there in our naked glory. Noah and Jermaine were on the sofa. I was across from them, appropriately on a love seat. Within seconds all of us were stroking our cocks. Being only seventeen, I was hard within seconds. Noah and Jermaine weren't far behind. I could definitely see the family resemblance in Noah. His dick is a shade darker than mine. Same big balls. Same plum-sized head. And he's cut, too."
"Oh, my fucking God, Jaime," Jermaine exclaimed, "you win. You're mammoth. How big is it?"
"Just a hair over eleven inches," I said. "You guys can see that on my little body, it reaches up to my nipples."
"Noah's got about ten inches and I thought that was huge. I'm eight inches and you guys are making me feel small," Jermaine said.
"Wanna watch us play with them?" Noah asked me.
"Fuck yeah!" I said, as I grabbed my cock with both hands and started to stroke it. "Got any lube?" I asked.
"Of course. What kind of hosts do you take us for, anyway?" Jermaine laughed, as he tossed me a bottle of lube.
"It's not for my cock, by the way," I said. As I proceeded to drizzle some on my fingers and play with my hole.
The two of them were loving what they were seeing. Both Noah and Jermaine were hard as rocks. I threw the lube back to Noah. He slicked up his own cut cock and was slow-stroking, as he watched me slide a couple of fingers into my hole. Jermaine's uncut meat was dripping pre-cum and he didn't seem to need any more lube, as he slowly slid his foreskin back and forth over his purple black head.
I know, it's my uncle and his husband, but the show was really hot. I was loving this and really getting off on seeing them getting off. About ten minutes into our slow motion, hands-off orgy, I was ready to take things up a notch. I laid down on the love seat, so that I could flip my legs up and slid my dick into my mouth. I continued to shove my fingers in and out of my asshole as I took more and more of my cock down my throat.
"Holy shit," Noah said, "this is better than any porn."
Jermaine could contain himself no longer. He went down on Noah and easily took all ten inches down his throat over and over again as he stroked himself hard. Noah was moaning loudly. Jermaine, too.
I pulled off my dick just long enough to say, "I wanna watch both of you shoot your loads. No swallowing, OK?"
Noah just nodded and Jermaine, who still had Noah's dick buried deep in his throat, gave me a thumbs-up sign.
I could watch them going at it out of the corner of my eye as I kept sucking and swirling my own huge pole.
A few minutes later, I couldn't hold back any more. I took my cock out of my mouth, and now stroking with both hands, stood up and screamed, "Oh fuck! I'm gonna shoot!" I aimed my flesh cannon at a forty-five-degree angle and shot my load a good six feet (2m) out in front of me. I counted ten ropes of cum, each landing with an audible splat.
That was all Noah and Jermaine needed. They followed my lead, stood up and took aim. Jermaine was first, firing jet after jet of bright, white jizz out in front of him. Noah started shooting just as Jermaine was starting to slow down. I thought that I was a heavy cummer, but I counted twelve shots from him, each with a lot of volume and all landed far out in front of him. Amazing.
We each sat back down heavily onto our respective sofas, as Noah sighed, turned to Jermaine and said, "See, aren't you glad we got marble floors instead of carpeting."
Jermaine slowly got up and walked into the kitchen, his now-softening dick flopping back and forth. He returned with a roll of paper towels.
"OK, everyone is responsible for cleaning up his own mess and throwing out the paper towels in the kitchen," he said.
A couple of minutes later, with the floor having been returned to its original state, the three of us gathered for a naked hug.
"I love you guys. This will be a night I'll remember forever. Thanks again for everything. Sleep well," I said.
"We love you, too, Jaime," Noah said, as he kissed me innocently on the forehead.
I walked over to the guest room bathroom, brushed my teeth, slipped into bed and was fast asleep in seconds. What a night.
End Chapter -- 14