Tripod Chapter 15
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Chapter 15
I had a weird dream that my cock had turned into some sort of strange hybrid of a snake and a dick with a mind of its own. It sniffed around until it found my asshole. Then, covered with copious amounts of precum, it slithered its way up into my guts and proceeded to fuck me, bringing waves of pleasure, as both my hole and my dick were getting pleasure signals at the same time. This went on until I was (sadly) awakened from my reverie by Noah's knocking on the door and peeking his head in.
"Good morning, sunshine. Time to get up," Noah said, just a bit too cheerily.
"Morning," I mumbled.
"Oh, my," Noah said, "most guys just have a little tent pushing up the covers in the morning, you could fit a whole harem under there," he laughed. "You said you wanted to get home by noon today. It's 9:30 and you promised to make us breakfast, right?"
I rolled sidewise so that the tent effect disappeared. "I was having a weird dream when you woke me up."
"Yeah, I can see that it was no nightmare," he snickered. "What are you going to need for breakfast. I can start pulling stuff out of the fridge while you shower."
"Granny Smith apples, milk, eggs, butter, flour, sugar, cinnamon, brown sugar, and bacon or sausages. Actually, speaking of sausages, that was kind of what my dream was about," I said.
Noah laughed. "Yeah, I bet. We had quite the sausage fest here last night. You feeling OK about that?"
I sat up in bed and thought for a second, "Yeah. I'm good. It was really fun, honestly. I love watching guys who shoot off like canons. Nothing more disappointing than watching a hot porn video only to have the guys dribble out a couple of drops when they cum. You guys were amazing. And Uncle Noah," I paused for a second to think about what I was going to say, "I really appreciate that you didn't push me to do anything more."
He walked over to the bed and leaned over to give me a hug. "I'm sure you've figured out by now that Jermaine and I aren't exactly the most monogamous couple in the world. We play a lot, both together and apart. We both think you're very hot, but you're also my nephew and we love you like crazy. We want you to explore your sexuality, but only in ways where you feel safe. We let you 'drive the bus' last night because we didn't want you to feel any pressure. From the looks of the show you gave us, we could see you were having fun."
I gave Noah a hug back. "Give me fifteen minutes and I'll meet you guys in the kitchen. Can you get a pot of coffee going?"
"Jermaine's already on that. See you in a few."
As horned up as I was from my dream and from the previous night's three-gun-salute, I would have to save my thoughts for some action later. I jumped into the shower and, as promised, fifteen minutes later was dressed and in the kitchen.
Jermaine poured me a cup of coffee and I focused on turning out one of my puffy apple pancakes.
As the pancake cooked in the oven and the bacon sizzled on the stove, I asked Noah and Jermaine what they had planned for the rest of the day.
"We're gonna do a little cleaning around the house," Noah said, "head to the supermarket to stock up for the week, oh, and we got a text late last night from Joseph the maître d' at Azotea. He wants to come over and play this afternoon and he wants to know if he can bring our waiter Roberto, too."
I laughed out loud, "Let me guess, Roberto's hoping for a ten-inch tip?"
"Something like that," Jermaine said, "he wants to get spit-roasted."
"I'm sure you guys are experts at that cooking technique," I smirked.
The apple pancake had puffed up impressively in the oven and the bacon was nice and crispy. I served each of us a generous portion of both. Noah poured glasses of orange juice and Jermaine filled up the coffee cups. We sat down and dug in.
"In a family famous for cooks and cocks, you seem to have bested us all in both departments," Noah said. "This is absolutely delicious, Jaime."
Jermaine nodded in agreement. "I'm sure you already know that you're welcome back anytime. Even if it's just to hang out and enjoy the neighborhood and the lakefront."
The guys insisted on doing the clean-up. It was 10:45 and I had to run, "Thanks for everything. I'll remember last night for the rest of my life. Between the restaurant and what happened after, I couldn't have asked for more." I grabbed my bag, gave Noah and Jermaine hugs and headed for home.
After the uneventful ride home on the "L," I found Dad paying close attention to his computer when I walked in the door at 11:45.
"Hey, buddy. How was your night with Noah and Jermaine?"
"It was amazing. They took me to dinner at freaking Azotea!" I said.
Dad's eyes widened, "How the hell did they get a table? That place books up months in advance."
"They're friends with Joseph the maître d' there and he owed Noah a favor," I said, not really wanting to get into the details. "The food was incredible. You should take abuelo and abuela for dinner there sometime. They'd love it."
"What did you guys do after dinner?" Dad asked.
"We just went back to their place and hung out. I was asleep by midnight," I said.
"Yeah, just how much of you was hanging out?" Dad asked, a devilish grin on his face.
"Remember the other night, when Tyler and Eddie were over for dinner and you said that you and mom have each been with other people? Well, I didn't ask you for all the details. You're entitled to your privacy. Let's just say that Noah and Jermaine are great hosts and I had a fantastic time and I'll remember last night for a very long time," I said coyly.
"You're right, Jaime," Dad said, "you're entitled to your privacy. You're not a little kid anymore and I overstepped. I'm really glad you had fun, but the fun's over. You have to go mow the lawn and rake the leaves. And didn't you mention some homework you needed to get done?"
"Yeah, I get it. I promised I'd be home by noon to do the yardwork and here I am. I think I probably need about four hours to get through all of the school stuff," I said. "Let me go change into some grungy clothes and I'll head out into the yard."
Chicago is a weird place weather-wise. By mid-October some years, we've already had a hard frost. In some years, it's already snowed a bit. In other years, it can still be fairly warm. This was one of those years. It was nice outside. It wasn't summer weather, you could feel a chill in the air, but the grass was still green and I could mow the lawn in a t-shirt and shorts and still be comfortable. Now, if you're not from this part of the world, you probably don't understand that you'll see guys walking around in shorts here as soon as the snow melts in spring and until there's hard freeze in autumn. We're kind of a hardy (or foolhardy) bunch.
By 2:00PM, the yard looked great. The grass was cut, the leaves raked, and all the waste put into the proper green bags for disposal.
We live in a house that was built in the 1920's on a pretty small plot of land, so it doesn't really take that long to get the yardwork done. Mom and Dad had the house gutted and rehabbed when they bought it about ten years ago. They knocked down walls and built a small addition onto the back of the house to expand the kitchen. It gave us a lot of room for folks to gather and help with the cooking. The kitchen is open to the dining area and living room. Upstairs are two bedrooms now. There were originally three, but they used part of one bedroom to build a second bathroom and the other part to expand the master bedroom. I have the second bedroom and the original bathroom to myself. They had the basement finished off, so that it can work either as a TV room or as a third bedroom if we have guests stay. It's not a huge house by any means, not compared to some of the McMansions that have been built in some of the newer suburbs, but it's close to the city and it's got a lot of charm to it.
And because it's in an old neighborhood, the trees around here are huge. When November rolls around, and the leaves really start to fall off the trees, it's kind of a mess, but for the most part, people are good about either raking up the leaves themselves or getting landscaping companies to do it for them. What falls into the street gets swept up by the city street sweeping machines.
I headed upstairs to dig into my homework assignments: chemistry, AP history, trigonometry and English. They all had work that was due next week. I hadn't yet been accepted into any universities, so there was definitely no possibility to let the work slide a bit.
By 5PM, I'd made a pretty good dent into my studies. I was about to head downstairs to ask Dad what he wanted to do for dinner, when I got a text.
Stinky: Watcha (up arrow) 2?
Me: Hey Eddie. Homework. Should be done in an hour
Stinky: Wanna see a flick? Tyler's working. The new superhero thing maybe?
Me: Sure. What time?
Stinky: The movie starts at 8:10. Grab a bite first?
Me: Sure. Watcha feel like?
Stinky: Cheap Japanese in the food court? Maybe some tempura and a soup. I can't afford sushi.
Me: I hear ya. Let me hit my dad up for some $$
Stinky: I can give you a lift. 6:30?
Me: CU then
I walked down the stairs and found dad where I'd left him hours earlier. "Hey, still working?"
"Unfortunately, yes. I'm reading a little consumer research for another project I got called in to help on. Who would have thought there was so much insight into toilet paper and people's bathroom habits? Fascinating," Dad said, rolling his eyes up into his head and feigning dozing off."
"Hey, Eddie just texted," I said. "He asking if I want to go to the movies tonight."
"It's Sunday. You've got school tomorrow. What time will you be home?" Dad asked.
"The movie starts at 8:10. I should be home by around 10:30. I'll have all my homework done, so I'm free tonight anyway. Besides, you're gonna be busy reading about poo, so it's not like I'm dumping you for Eddie," I said.
"Well, when you put it that way," he laughed. "Do you need some money?"
"You figured that one out. Can I have $40?" I asked.
"Here you go. Keep the change," Dad said.
"What century are you living in, Dad? $40 will just barely get me a cheap dinner in the food court at the mall and a movie ticket. As short as I am, I still can't score a kid's-price ticket at the movies anymore. There's not gonna be a whole lot of change for me to keep."
He handed me another $10 and gave me a hug. "Have fun tonight, Jaime. Love you. Make sure to come straight home from the movies."
"Love you, too, Dad. Thanks. And I will."
I ran up to my room to finish up my homework and take a quick shower. After all the yard work, I definitely needed freshening up.
At 6:30 on the dot, Eddie pulled up in his mom's SUV.
"What's up, Tripod? Eddie asked, as I slid into the seat and shut the door.
"Not much, Stinky." I smiled in response.
He leaned in and gave me a quick hug.
As we drove over to the mall, I gave him a quick update about the night before. During my admittedly overly enthusiastic description of the meal, each and every course of it, Eddie nodded politely. He perked up noticeably when I told him about the circle jerk and flying cum show. He started to rub his crotch as I relayed the details.
"Easy there, mister," I said with a smirk, "keep your eyes on the road and both hands on the wheel."
"Sorry," Eddie laughed. "Tyler had to work last night and I'm horny as hell."
"I'd offer to help you out, but giving you a BJ as we drive down the road is probably not the smartest thing to do. Besides, I'm starving and while you do shoot a tasty load, it's probably not much of an appetizer," I teased.
"I get ya," Eddie said. "I'm starving myself. Little Eddie will just have to wait until later, I guess."
In fifteen minutes, we arrived at the mall where the move theater is located. Tyler's part-time job is working behind the concession stand at the movie theater.
Eddie and I walked to the food court. He ordered the tempura special, which comes with a miso soup. I ordered ramen with shrimp. I mean, Dad did give me the extra $10, so I could splurge on the two shrimp they added to my soup for an additional $3.00.
We sat down and dug into our meals.
"Hey, if you could have any super power, what would it be," Eddie asked.
I laughed. "That's easy. I'd be Glutton-man. My super power would be that I could eat anything I wanted, as much as I wanted and never get sick to my stomach or gain weight."
"That's not a superpower, dickhead." Eddie laughed.
"Oh, no? Do you know anyone who can pull that off?" Eddie shook his head. "I didn't think so." I said smugly. "What about your superpower?"
"I'd love to be able to control people's minds, so that I could turn haters into lovers. I could stop wars, racism, prejudice in general," Eddie said.
"That's cool. You know, you sound just like one of those beauty queens, 'I'd wish for world peace.'" We both cracked up.
At 7:45, we headed up to the cinema to buy our tickets. The movie had already been playing for a week, and it was a Sunday night, so it wasn't too crowded. We each paid our $13 for a ticket, then searched the concession stand to see if we could spot Tyler. He was easy to notice with those beautiful blue eyes and handsome face. He saw us right away and motioned us over.
"Well, my night just got a lot better looking. What's up, studs?" Tyler asked.
"My folks flight got delayed back from Atlanta. They won't get in until after midnight and Reggie can babysit herself, so I figured I might as well take in the new superhero thing. You weren't available, so I called this little sex machine to see if he could be my escort," Eddie said.
"Who are you calling an escort?" I asked. "I don't charge for my services. For you boys, I definitely put out for free." Tyler and Eddie laughed.
"Well, I get off work at 10:00, just as the movie lets out. Can I get a lift home? My car's still in the shop and I really don't want to waste the little money I have on a ride share," Tyler said.
"Definitely," said Eddie.
"You guys want popcorn or some candy or something to drink?" Tyler asked.
"I'll take some chocolate-covered peanuts. I'm feeling rich tonight," I said.
"It's on me," Tyler said, as he handed me the box of candy.
"You get an employee discount?" I asked.
"Just a five-finger discount," Tyler said.
"Ring me up. I don't want you to get fired. Don't argue." I looked at Tyler with poison arrows shooting out of my eyes. "I thought you'd learned your lesson."
Eddie wasn't looking too pleased either.
"That will be $5.47, sir," Tyler said, looking a little pissed off, but realizing he had no choice. "I hate it when you're right, which is most times. Enjoy the show. I'll be waiting for you here in the lobby when you get out."
We found a couple of decent seats. The theater was only about half full. We sat through the never-ending ads and coming attractions before the movie started. The acting was good. The cinematography, special effects, editing and audio work were awesome. Unfortunately, the story was pretty lame. That is until they got to the part where two of the superheroes came out as boyfriends. Yes! Representation matters.
The audience reaction was mixed. A few cheers. A few, "Oh, brothers." But no boos. Maybe we were making some progress after all.
At 10:00, before the credits ended, Eddie grabbed me and dragged me out of the theater. "You can look up who did what online. Let's go grab Tyler and get out of here," he said.
Tyler was standing in the lobby, as promised, looking hot as always. "How was the flick, guys? Two superhero dudes getting it on. Did you stop to think about how hot it would be to watch the guy who can move at super speed fuck the guy who can stretch himself into any imaginable position? Anyone smell burning rubber?" We all laughed.
As we walked to the car, Eddie said, "I'm really horny. Let's drive over to the park and you know, maybe all get each other off?"
"That's an excellent idea," said Tyler. "Little Tyler could use a workout."
"Let's make it quick," I said. "I need to get home."
We drove over to the park. The place was deserted, and we parked away from any streetlights. Eddie flipped down the back seats, so that the cargo area was big enough to hold the three of us.
"I don't have anything to clean up with, guys, so it's got to be strictly oral and you have to swallow," Eddie said.
"That's why I love you," laughed Tyler. "Always so practical."
It was a little uncomfortable back there. It was definitely worse for Eddie. Being short does have some advantages. We slipped off our jeans and underwear and got to work. I sucked Tyler while he sucked Eddie. Tyler's thick, hard cock fit nicely into my wide-stretched mouth. While I reached down to work on my own dick, I sucked and stroked Tyler's. He was definitely enjoying the attention, as drips of pre-cum were being greedily lapped up by this cockhound. I slipped my hand off my cock and pulled off of Tyler's dick just long enough to slick up a finger in my mouth. Then I got back to bobbing up and down on his rock-hard member, as I slid my slippery finger into his tight hole. I heard him moan; his mouth was filled with Eddie's huge, black snake. He pulled off to take a breath and slide Eddie's foreskin back and forth. Eddie was starting to moan, too. While Eddie couldn't get into position to suck my dick, he reached over and started to play with it. Having 11" for him to grab did make the reach a little easier.
"That feels awesome, Jaime. Keep doing what you're doing," Tyler said.
By now, the windows of the car were all steamed up and we were all getting close. Another few seconds and Tyler started to groan. I was rewarded with shot after shot of his hot cum pummeling my tongue. I felt his butthole clench around my fingers about ten times, as he filled up my mouth with his seed.
Eddie, turned on by Tyler's moans, had started to shoot into Tyler's mouth, only making Tyler moan louder. Once Tyler finally relaxed, I let his cock slip from between my lips. I sat up and swallowed, enjoying the taste of Tyler's jizz. Tyler milked the last few drops out of Eddie's happy dick, swallowed loudly, then licked his lips.
"See boys, no mess. Nice job." I smiled. "Now, who's going to help me out?"
Eddie quickly flipped around and took my cock into his mouth and down his throat, as Tyler maneuvered into position to lick my balls and hole. Tyler really knows how to eat ass, that's all I can say. Between Eddie taking my whole massive meat down his gullet, and Tyler forcing his tongue way up into my hole, it didn't take long before I started blasting my seed into Eddie's eager mouth. Twelve shots. Eddie does give amazing head, too. And swallowed greedily. The car remained spotless.
We scooted out of the back of the car, got the seats flipped back up and headed home. I was the first one dropped off. I climbed the stairs and walked in the door. The lights were still on and dad was sitting in a chair in front of his laptop.
"Hey, Dad," I said. "You can't still be reading toilet paper research."
"What time is it?" he asked.
"It's 11:35," I said. "I know, I'm a little late. Sorry."
"Sit down," he said.
"It's no big deal, Dad. I'm sorry," I said.
"SIT. DOWN," he shouted. Dad never shouts. He's the most even-tempered guy I've ever known.
I sat down immediately. This was not going to be pretty.
"What time did you say you were going to be home?" He asked.
"I know, 10:30," I said. "We decided to go out for a little while after the movie."
"I'm sure you did. Did you think to call me? Did you bother to check your phone?" Dad said, the anger rising in his voice.
"Oh, shit. I turned the ringer and vibe off when I went into the movie and forgot to turn them back on," I said apologetically.
"Do you know how many times I texted and called you?"
"I haven't looked at my phone. I'm really sorry. But it's only an hour," I said.
"Who were you with tonight? Eddie, right? He was driving, right? I don't have to tell you what can happen to black boys and men, innocent black boys and men, when they go out for a drive. I've told you stories about times when I've been stopped. Nobody cares whether I'm half black or all black. And it scared the shit out of me. You are not exactly lily white either. Every time you go out, I worry about you. I love Eddie, don't get me wrong, I couldn't ask for a better friend for you. But you have to understand what could happen to him and to you.
"Jaime, you have been an easy kid to raise. You've always been smart, respectful and curious. But this can never happen again. Please, please promise me that if you're ever going to be late, you'll text me or call or whatever. Just let me know you're OK. I'm pretty sure I know what you guys were up to after the movies. Don't ever let your dick get in the way of your brain." There were tears streaming down Dad's face. I'd never seen him so upset.
"I'm so sorry, Dad. I really didn't think this through. I promise, I'll never make you go through something like this again." I stood up and hugged him so tightly I thought I'd hurt him. I started to cry, too.
"You know, you've been an easy dad to raise, too," I said, laughing through my tears.
We hugged again and I headed upstairs to bed, a deep pit of guilt swirling in my guts.
End Chapter - 15