Tripod Chapter 20
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"Tripod"
Chapter 20
Brandon was waiting for me with a huge bear hug on the school's steps the following morning. He was glowing. He had thrown on a crappy, old jacket to keep the chill out. Sadly, it hid his sculpted body. But the jacket stopped at his waist, and there was no hiding the muscular thighs, big package and great butt, which were barely contained inside his fashionable jeans. Something I never thought would happen to me happened; I was starting to chub up perving on Brandon Grimes. Luckily, the jacket that I was wearing covered my crotch, because when I get hard, there's really no good way to hide it.
"Good morning, hot stuff!" I said to Brandon. "What's up? What did your family say when you got home last night?"
"My mom started to cry happy tears. She said I looked amazing, but she could also feel the difference in me on the inside. She said I looked, 'radiant.' Then I started to cry. I told her that I don't know how I got so lucky to have friends like you guys, since I was such an asshole to all of you, but especially to you, Jaime. I told her that you went out of your way to get Ashley's help. I can't believe anyone would be so nice. Her mom put in sooo much money. But Jaime, there's something else. I looked at my mom and said, 'Mom, I need to tell you something important.' Then she looked up at me, like she was bracing for impact. Then I said, 'Mom, I'm gay.' Well, I expected shock or tears or even anger, given all the brainwashing by my dad, but you know what? She started to laugh. I mean, she was laughing hysterically. I thought maybe she was having a nervous breakdown or something. Then I said, 'Mom, are you OK? Say something.' And she blurted out, 'Karma's a bitch, isn't it? This is exactly what your miserable, racist, homophobic father deserves. I love you, Brandon. I just want you to be happy.' Then she stood up and hugged me. Can you believe it?"
"Oh my God!!! Brandon! That's awesome. But what about your brother?" I asked.
"He was in his room when all of this was happening. My mom asked me not to tell him right away. She wants him to get some therapy before we spring anything stressful on him. He might be OK with it or it might be tough for him to accept, or he might think that what my dad did to the both of us will cause him to turn gay. I don't know.
"Hey, speaking of therapy, my mom said to thank you and your grandma for the list. She's going to spend the day contacting people to see what we can do. My mom really needs to get a job. She's really smart. I hope someone can see that and give her a shot.
"Jaime, I need to ask you for another favor. I feel bad because you've already done so much for me. But once my mom starts working, I want to be able to help with cooking and stuff. Do you think you could give me a few lessons? I don't need anything fancy, but just some basic things so that my mom doesn't have to worry about cooking when she comes home from work."
"Dude, I'd love to," I said. "You've seen our kitchen. It's made for a bunch of people to cook at the same time. And I've learned from some great cooks myself. I'd be honored to share what I know."
"And maybe we could make a big, fat, juicy strawberry cheesecake sometime," Brandon smiled.
"That's not a dessert for beginners," I laughed.
"I'm a fast learner. And I've really been dying to try some cheesecake."
"Hey, we've gotta run. See you at lunch?" I said.
"You got it," Brandon said. Then he hugged me again.
Man, talk about feeling conflicted. I was thinking about Brandon in ways I'd never believed possible. I'd really come to think of him as a great guy, and a friend, but had never really let myself feel attracted to him. After his massive makeover, the attraction couldn't be denied. On the one hand, the poor guy had been through hell and was really fragile. I didn't want to do anything that would complicate things for him. But on the other hand, he really deserved to feel attractive and wanted. And he's so fucking hot! But he was definitely not ready for a relationship, and I wasn't either, I didn't think. I was also positive that any suggestion of anal sex, either top or bottom, would be traumatic for him. I really needed to be careful here.
A few minutes later, I was in homeroom, bracing for whatever idiocy the wannabe voiceover guy was going to rain down on us.
"Good morning, students and faculty. It gives me great pleasure to report that last night's Gay-Straight Alliance coffee house raised an amazing $1,836.29 for teen suicide prevention causes. Where did that twenty-nine cents come from anyway? Who prices stuff in weird numbers at a bake sale? Isn't everything like a buck or a buck fifty? Whatever. Anyway, rumor has it that Jay-me Fine-Cruz's zucchini muffins were the big hit. Man, that girl really knows how to put her zucchini to good use."
I just gritted my teeth and smiled, "Yes, this girl certainly does know what to do with her zucchini. Many a satisfied customer."
Mr. Wannabe continued, "Also, because it arrived late, there's still a huge part of a big, juicy, strawberry cheesecake left. Don't worry, it's been safely tucked away in the cafeteria fridge overnight. So, if you've got a sweet tooth and want to stuff a big, juicy piece of strawberry cheesecake into your pie hole, it'll be for sale at $1.50 each in the cafeteria starting at 11:00AM. Today's sales will be added to last night's proceeds and donated. And for anyone feeling guilty after eating themselves into oblivion last night, the cafeteria is featuring tasteless, dry, rice cakes today. Haha. Just kidding."
Idiot. At least we raised a lot of money for a great cause. John's story about losing his gay cousin to suicide was heart wrenching.
***
"So, what's the deal with Ricardo Pérez?" I asked Eddie a few minutes before Chemistry class.
"We texted last night. He wants help putting together a coming out message on social media. You're the expert. Interested?" Eddie asked.
"Are you serious? I barely know the guy. I mean, helping you guys when you got outed was a no-brainer `cause we're friends, but I'm not sure I should get involved here," I said.
"Jaime, come on, you're a natural. And Ricardo should be easier than us. He's outing himself. No time pressure. He didn't make any public announcement last night that he's bi. Take your time to do it right," Eddie said.
"OK, I guess. Give him my number and have him text me. Is he a decent kid?" I asked.
"I don't know him all that well either. He's always played up that image of being a ladies' man. But Tyler and I did the same thing before we got outed. I've never heard anyone say anything bad about him, other than him being a player," Eddie said.
"Eddie, aren't you leaving out something important?" Tyler asked.
"Yeah, Tyler and I are getting together with Ricardo tomorrow night. Wanna come play? Tyler's folks are gonna be visiting his grandma again," Eddie said, wiggling his eyebrows.
I laughed, "You guys think he's gonna wanna play with me? I mean, the guy looks like he just stepped out of a men's cologne ad. Remember, he came on to you, Eddie, the tall, handsome runner. I don't want to show up and wind up just watching you guys `cause he's not really into me."
"Dude, why do you think we're inviting you?" Tyler said. "Do you think we'd ask you to come along just so you could get your feelings hurt? He specifically asked us to invite you. He said he thinks you're really cute, loves your curly hair, your beautiful eyes and your hot bod. Besides, you know you're special to me and Eddie. We'll always make you feel good. If he ever disrespected you, we'd throw him out, not you,"
"Well, when you put it that way. I didn't really have anything planned for tomorrow night. The snake could definitely use some exercise," I smirked.
"Hey, I need to get your advice about something," I continued. "It's about Brandon."
"Fuck, Ashley should be up for some prize. That kid is smoking hot now. He's gonna be fighting off the guys," Tyler said.
"Well, he's made it pretty clear that he wants to fool around with me. I don't want to hurt him. You both know he's not in a good head space. I'm afraid that I'd just fuck things up if I said yes. I don't want to ruin our friendship. I mean, I really like the kid. But I also don't want him to think that he's unattractive or too broken to play with. And he is really hot. What do you think I should do?" I asked.
"That's a tough one," Tyler said. "You definitely don't want to fuck the guy or even let him fuck you, I think."
"Why don't you just sit down with him and lay all of this out to him and come to a decision together?" Eddie said. "You're both big boys. Brandon knows he's pretty fragile. Maybe he's just horny and he'd like his first time to be with someone he knows and trusts? I'm sure you know what that's like, right?"
"Class, if you could all get settled," Mr. Choi announced. Once everyone had taken their seat, he continued, "I'd like to personally thank all of you who attended the event last night. We greatly exceeded our expectations. Believe it or not, someone left an envelope containing five $100 bills on the table next to the cash box when the person manning the till wasn't looking."
I raised my hand and Mr. Choi called on me. "Mr. Choi, one of the members of the gymnastics team told us last night that he'd lost a gay cousin to suicide. I was wondering if you'd consider making the donation in the memory of that boy?"
"That is a wonderful idea, Jaime. Can you get me the boy's name from your teammate?" Mr. Choi said.
"No problem," I replied.
After class, I sent a text to Brandon:
Me: Wanna help me make dinner tonight? I get out of practice at 5:00.
Brandon: Sounds awesome. Just dinner or cheesecake, too?
Me: LOL. Let's talk about the recipe first, OK?
Brandon: (Mind blown emoji)
Me: CU@lunch. Just U & me OK?
Then I sent a message to Tyler and Eddie:
Me: Gonna have lunch with Brandon just us 2 OK? Tell Seán that I needed to talk to Brandon about the list my grandma sent. Remember, Brandon's only out to the three of us and Ashley.
Tyler: K, dude (Heart emoji)
Eddie: Sure, Tripod. (Hug emoji)
At lunch, I found a table off to the side with plenty of room between me and the next student. Brandon walked through the door, looked around, and gave me a big, shit-eating grin as he met my eye across the room. As he headed towards me, Brandon 2.0 was clearly attracting a lot of attention from girls in the room, and a few guys, too.
"Hey, little buddy. What's up? Why the secret talk?" Brandon asked, as he sat down with a crispy chicken sandwich and a salad on his plate.
"We need to talk about cheesecake," I smirked.
"What about it? You know I've been dying for a piece for a while. I've heard you have the best recipe." He raised his eyebrows and licked his lips.
"I really like hanging out with you, Brandon. I know things have changed like 100% in the past couple of weeks for you and me and I really like you...
"I feel a 'but' coming on," Brandon interrupted, the smile fading from his face. "But you're just not into me. Is that it?"
"No! That's not it at all. I think you're really hot. I'm just a little afraid that if we do something, especially because of what your dad did to you, it would make you freak out. I also don't want to be in a relationship yet. I just came out. I'm not ready to commit to anyone. So, I don't want you getting attached or jealous if I fool around with other guys after we do something. I just don't want to risk our friendship. It's really important to me. On the other hand, I am really attracted to you. You know that I've fooled around with Eddie and Tyler, so I don't have an issue having sex with my friends. We like and trust each other and we're just helping each other get our nut. So, I guess, I'm really just not sure what to do here."
"You know what, Jaime, the fact that you even want to talk about this proves that you're a stand-up guy. To be sure, I definitely don't want anyone putting anything up my butt right now, and I don't think I'd be comfortable fucking anyone yet, either. I probably would lose it if I ever hurt anyone that way. I'm not ready to be in a relationship either. I can barely hold my own shit together right now, so I don't want to be responsible for anyone else's. But I'm 17 and I'm still a virgin. I've never even kissed anyone. Come on, I'm horny as hell. I really trust you and I want to experience what it's like to play around. But I want to do it with someone I like and trust. And to be really up front, I love huge cocks. It's what I've fantasized about since I can remember. And just so you know, I'm not exactly little either. But I'd kinda like for you to find out in person. You think you could serve me up a big, juicy piece of your strawberry cheesecake? `Cause I'd really like you to have a piece of my overstuffed cannoli."
I'd just taken a sip of milk. It came shooting out of my nose as I burst out laughing. The cafeteria came to a standstill as heads turned to see what the commotion was about.
Once I stopped coughing and could catch my breath again, I turned to Brandon and said, "That was sooo bad." I wiped the milk off my nose and face. "But, OK, come help me make dinner and we'll eat each other for dessert."
"YESS!" Brandon said.
***
As we were drying off from showering after gymnastics practice that afternoon, Tyler leaned over and whispered, "I can't wait for tomorrow night. It's gonna be sooo much fun. You know how much Eddie and me love hanging with you, Jaime and I've got high hopes for Ricardo. That dude is fine. Have you thought about what we want to do for his coming out post?"
"Not yet. I want to get to know the guy first. If he wants to come off as sincere and authentic, then I need to learn about how he sees himself first, right?" I asked.
"By the way, Brandon's coming over tonight. He wants to learn how to cook."
"Ha! He's already smoking hot. Ashley is a fucking genius. I mean, he wasn't bad to start with, but now, fuck!" Tyler smirked.
"I need to tell you something, but you can only tell Eddie, OK? I need you to keep this a total secret," I said.
"You have my word, little dude. My lips are sealed...at least the top ones. The bottom ones are hoping for a good workout tomorrow night."
"Very funny, Ty. Brandon wants me to do the same favor for him tonight that you and Eddie did for me on my birthday."
Tyler laughed, "I'm surprised...said no one. That boy has had his eyes on you ever since they let him back in school. I guess you talked to him about it at lunch?"
"Yup. He says he's not interested in a boyfriend, at least not right now. But he really wants to get laid in the worst way. The poor kid has never even kissed anyone. I know what kind of stuff is off limits for him, so we'll take it slow. I kinda feel honored that he asked me to be his first."
"OK. Be real careful, Jaime. I think Brandon's like one of those fancy, glass Christmas ornaments that if you look at it the wrong way, it shatters into a million pieces. 'You break it, you buy it,' little dude."
"Yeah, I'm kinda afraid of that. I'll keep asking him if it's OK to do whatever I want to do. If he seems nervous about it, I'll stop."
"Seems like a good plan. And, Jaime, I can't think of a better guy for this assignment. Just be careful you don't kill him by accident with your long-range missile," Tyler smirked.
***
Brandon showed up at the door at exactly 5:30.
"Right on time." I said.
"I've been standing outside for ten minutes. I guess I'm a little excited, but I didn't want to come off like I'm desperate, even though I am," Brandon chortled.
"Hey, we've got to cook dinner first, OK. I don't know about you, but I'm starving. In any case, it looks like it's just gonna be just you and me, 'cause my dad texted that he got stuck in the office with some last-minute crisis and probably won't be home `til late."
A mischievous smile grew on Brandon's face, "I really like your dad. You have no idea how lucky you are...but I can hang out with him another night."
Brandon stepped into the house, took off his jacket, walked up to me, and asked, "Can I kiss you?"
I smiled and nodded. He leaned in and touched his lips to mine really gently, then I reached up and put my hand behind his neck and pulled his lips harder into mine. My pressure was met by his, then he opened his mouth so that I could let my tongue meet his. He subtly moved his lips against mine, sending little jolts of pleasure through my body. We kept at it for a couple of minutes, then I pulled off and started moving down his neck, kissing and licking until I hit the sensitive spot on his neck that made him gasp quietly...and then I stopped.
"What's the matter? Did I do something wrong?" Brandon asked, looking just a touch panicked.
"Fuck no. You're doing everything right. But I know if I don't stop now, we're going to die of hunger before dinner gets on the table. I do like the taste of cum, but it's not very filling," I teased.
Brandon laughed. "OK, I get it. Let's cook dinner. By the way, you're a really good kisser, I think. I don't have anyone to compare it to, but I'm loving it, so far.
"You know what, Brandon? You're a really good kisser, too. Are you sure you've never kissed anyone before?" I asked.
Brandon looked sad for a second, "No, just in my imagination. I've thought about it so many times. I had no friends to talk about it with. I could only practice on my pillow. I know, it sounds creepy. I've been alone forever."
I gave Brandon a rib-crushing hug and ran my fingers through his newly-blond hair, which felt amazing by the way. "Let's cook dinner. I figured we should start with something really simple. We're gonna make burgers and fries. But we're making the fries from scratch. No frozen shit. It's cheaper and tastier this way, just a little more work. If it were a weekend, I might even make the buns from scratch, but no time for that. I like to use kaiser rolls instead of regular hamburger buns. They're sturdier, have better texture and don't have as much sugar as regular burger buns. Got it?"
"Yes, chef," Brandon smirked.
"OK, I showed you how to hold a knife last time, right? If there's one piece of equipment in the kitchen where you absolutely don't want to skimp, it's a single chef's knife. This one here. You want to get the best quality one you can. It will last almost forever and you'll never regret the investment. I know money's tight, so I'm going to lend you one of ours until you can buy your own. We've got a few because we like to cook in groups in this kitchen.
"Here's a potato peeler. Use these big, baking potatoes. They're starchier than smaller potatoes and that makes them crispier when you fry them. Here's how the peeler works."
I handed the peeler to Brandon and showed him how to pull it across the skin of the potato, creating strips of potato skins.
"Let's get these three potatoes peeled. Then you're going to cut off the sides, tops and bottoms so that you create a nice, brick shape. This is going to make it easier and safer to cut the potatoes into fries."
Brandon did as he was told and had three perfect potato bricks in front of him.
"OK, Now, you're going to hold the potato while you make ¼" slices. Then you stack the slices on top of each other and make more ¼" slices, until you've got a pile of fries."
"Hey, I still have all my fingers and there's no blood on the potatoes!" Brandon joked.
"That's the beauty of using a really good knife. Because it's super sharp, it cuts through everything really easy. I know it sounds wrong, but the sharper the knife, the less chance that you'll cut yourself. Anyhow, we're going to take that stack of potatoes and let it soak in ice water for a while. It'll make the fries crispier.
"While they're soaking, let's get the burgers going. First, don't buy really lean ground beef. It makes shitty burgers. 80% lean to 20% fat is ideal. Fat keeps them juicy. Some people say you don't salt your burgers until they're done, but I think they're tastier if you put salt into the meat before you form the patties. I use one teaspoon for each pound of beef. And always use standard measuring spoons, because if you take a teaspoon from one set of silverware it's a different size than from another one. Take a handful of meat and form a patty. I like my burgers thick and juicy, so make the patty about an inch thick and about four inches around."
"I like things that are thick and juicy, too," Brandon giggled.
"You won't be disappointed...by the burgers. Or my dick." I winked.
"Here's a trick. After you've formed the burger, make an indentation in it in the center. Just stick your thumb in it a bit. Burgers tend to shrink on the sides and puff up on the top as they cook, so putting in your thumbprint will help keep them flat. That's it. Good!"
I sent Brandon to the fridge to get arugula and tomatoes. "Hey, while you're there, can you pull out the cheddar cheese, ketchup, mayo and mustard?"
"Dude, I've only got two hands. And what's arugula?" Brandon asked.
"It looks like dark, skinny leaves," I said.
Brandon held up a bag. "Is this it?"
"Nope, that's spinach. Arugula has leaves that are longer and skinnier and look kinda like a saw blade," I said.
"How about this one?"
"That's it. It has kind of a bitter, peppery taste and is much tastier than plain, old lettuce on a burger.
"OK, time to get the oil going. Canola oil is fine. Most any vegetable oil will work, but not olive oil or coconut oil. They start to burn before they get hot enough to fry potatoes. You cook your fries twice. Once at 325 Fahrenheit to cook the potato and then, a few minutes later, at 375 to get them crispy," I said.
"Why don't you just cook `em at 350 until they're done?" Brandon asked.
"Good question. If you throw them in at that temperature, the outside will get done before the insides do. But if you cook them at 325 first, the whole fry cooks through, but the outside doesn't brown. Then, when you throw it in at 375, the outsides get nice and golden and crispy and the insides are already cooked. Got it?" I asked.
"How do you know when the temperature's right?" Brandon asked.
"I use a thermometer, but if you don't have one, you can substitute a cube of white bread. At 325, it will take about a minute and fifteen seconds for the cube to brown. At 375, it will brown in about 30-40 seconds."
"How did you get to be so smart? And you know, you're really cute, too. Especially wearing that pretty, little apron," Brandon laughed.
"Holly Homemaker at your service," I said, curtsying, flipping up the apron and grabbing my junk. "So, drain out the fries, then lay them out on this tray and pat them dry with paper towels. This part is really, really important. If you put wet potatoes into hot oil, it will blow up and set your house on fire," I said, in a very serious tone.
"Are you shitting me?" Brandon asked, eyes wide.
"Yes, but not by much. You really do need to make sure you dry off the potatoes. If they're wet, the whole thing will boil over and it really can cause a fire. OK, you can start frying the potatoes, but do it in batches once the oil gets to 325. If you put them all in at once, the temperature of the oil drops too much and you get soggy, greasy fries. Let's do about three batches, and make sure the oil gets back up to 325 before you throw the next batch in."
Brandon got the hang of it quickly and in a few minutes, looked like a fast-food fry guy.
"I'm gonna heat up the pan for the burgers. Of course, they're better on a barbecue grill, but it's kinda chilly tonight, which never seems to stop most Chicagoans, but I want to show you how to cook burgers using a pan, so you can do it all year round. So, this cast iron pan is best because it can get really hot and holds the heat well."
"I've seen my mom use one of them. My dad's family is originally from down south and she says that no southern cook would be caught dead without a cast iron skillet," Brandon said, proudly relaying the little cooking knowledge he had.
"Perfect. How do you like your burger done?" I asked.
"Medium," Brandon replied.
"If you don't have a meat thermometer to test for doneness, there's a trick. Give me your hand." Brandon held out his hand. He smiled when I grabbed it.
"Touch your thumb to your forefinger, then touch the muscle at the base of your thumb with your other hand, that's how 'medium rare' feels. Now touch your thumb to your middle finger. That's how 'medium' feels. Your ring finger is 'medium well' and your pinky is 'well done."
"It's also a great way to check for dick thickness," he smirked. "If you can't touch your thumb and middle finger, it's just thick enough," he laughed.
"Get your pan smoking hot, then throw a little bit of oil in it. Then put the burgers in the pan. For medium, you probably want about three minutes per side. About a minute after you flip the burger, you can put your cheese on top, if you want cheese on it. Once you put the cheese on, add just a little bit of water, maybe a couple of tablespoons, and put a lid on it. The steam helps to melt the cheese."
Brandon took to the task like a giddy school girl. I showed him how to toast the buns, and get the toppings ready. While he was finishing up the burgers, I threw the fries into the hot oil. In another five minutes, dinner was ready.
"You're a natural in the kitchen, Brandon. I have to say, I'm really impressed. How's the burger?" I asked.
"It's delicious. Perfectly done, juicy, awesome. But these fries are the best ones I've ever had. Super crispy on the outside, but not greasy on the inside.
"Hey, I forgot to tell you, when I got home after school, my mom was all excited. I guess she talked to some of the people on your grandma's list. She's meeting with a job counselor tomorrow, who can get her into a class to teach her different types of accounting software. She's also got an appointment for next week with the Department of Human Services to get us some financial aid until she can get a job. She managed to get Braden and me free lunches at school in the meantime. And, she talked to someone who's going to get the whole family psych help through a program that deals with spousal and child abuse."
"Your mom did all that in a day? You're right, she is really smart," I said.
"She survived nineteen years with my psycho dad. She managed to keep him from killing her, my brother and me all that time. She did the best she could. Part of me wants to be mad at her for not getting us out of there, but if I let myself think about that, I'll just get sucked into a black hole. We're all victims. And now we can get better. I'm just really worried about my little brother. He hasn't had the kind of luck that I've had with you guys. Eighth graders can be awful little shits. I think everyone there just thinks Braden's weird and angry, and they also don't want to be his friend because of what my dad did."
"We should invite him along some time. Maybe we can all go bowling or he can come over and play video games," I offered.
"I think he'd be cool with that, even though he'd probably think we're just doing it because we feel sorry for him," Brandon admitted.
"Let's leave the dishes for later. Got room for a big, fat slice of strawberry cheesecake?" I asked, taking my apron off and tossing it on the floor.
"I've been thinking about it for days," Brandon laughed and licked his lips.
I took his hand and led him up to my bedroom. As soon as we stepped in the room, he leaned down and started to kiss me. This time, he took the lead, letting his lips drift down to my chin, then up to my ears, gently letting his tongue lick my earlobes and the top of my ear. That's all it took for me to get hard. He held one hand behind my head, but let his other hand drift down my body, tweaking a nipple through my t-shirt, then settling on my crotch.
"Fuck, the rumors really are true, you're huge," he grinned.
I let my hands drift down and unbuttoned Brandon's jeans. I slid one hand into his underwear and grabbed a hold of his dick. Just as Brandon had implied, my hand couldn't close around it. And it was long! Jesus Christ. He wasn't kidding when he said he wasn't exactly small.
I didn't want to rush things, but I really wanted to get naked. I pulled his shirt up over his head to expose his amazing body. Each pec was round and firm, but he has the most amazing skin. It's soft and smooth like a baby's, his chest completely hairless, but with pencil eraser nipples that were begging to be chewed on. The advantage of being as short as I am is that I didn't have to lean down much to put one in my mouth. Brandon gasped as I sucked and gently chewed on first one, then the other. After a couple of minutes, he pulled me back up for a kiss.
"Are you OK?" I asked, a little concerned that my attention to his nipples was more attention than he was ready to handle.
"This is amazing," he said. "I just wanted to kiss you again to show you how happy I am that I'm doing this with you."
"Can I take off your pants now?" Brandon asked.
"Please! Just be careful you don't get smacked in the face when my dick springs out," I joked.
Brandon reached down and popped open the button, then unzipped them. He got down on his knees and slid my jeans down, then started to kiss my dick through my underwear, rubbing it gently. Since I'm so small and my cock is so big, when it's hard and it's trapped in my underwear, it reaches all the way up to my hips and beyond. Brandon looked like a kid in a candy store. He hooked his fingers into the elastic and slid my underwear down, gently unleashing the monster from inside. "Holy shit," he muttered. "Jaime, you're even bigger than I ever imagined. It's a fantasy come true for me."
Unlike Miguel before him, at this point in the action, Brandon stood back up and gave me another kiss and said, "Thanks for being my friend and for letting me be with you tonight. Now, can I show you mine?"
Brandon slipped off his jeans and underwear in a single motion. His cock smacked against his belly with an audible 'thwack'. It was my turn to gasp. Not quite as long as mine, but damn close, it hung beneath a neatly trimmed bush. His huge cockhead, as big around as a small nectarine, peeked out from his foreskin. Not only couldn't I close my hand around his shaft, but I could probably stick two fingers in the gap left between my thumb and forefinger. His ample balls hung low in a hairless sack.
"Did you do a little manscaping for me?" I laughed.
"I wanted to make a good first impression," he snickered.
"You're uncut. That's cool," I said.
"Yeah, but not for a good reason. Dad didn't want me looking like a Jew," Brandon admitted, clearly ashamed.
"You had no say in the awful things your dad did, and I happen to like uncut cocks. They're fun to play with. Eddie's uncut, too."
"Can I suck on it?" I asked, still conscious of Brandon's traumatic past and not wanting to trigger anything.
"Fuck yeah, I thought you'd never ask! Go for it. You're the first person to suck on it, besides me," Brandon said.
"So, all the teasing you gave me for being able to suck my own dick was all bullshit. You were already doing your own. Fuck, if you can get this baseball bat down your throat, I can't wait to see what you can do for mine."
"You first," Brandon directed.
I slipped my tongue under Brandon's foreskin and let it roam around his cockhead as I grabbed a hold of his shaft. Brandon sucked in a breath as he rubbed his fingers through my hair. I pulled off to spit into my hand and went back to stroking his shaft. After a couple of minutes, I decided it was time to challenge myself. I opened wide to see how much of this impressive dick I could get down my throat. Bobbing up and down, I tried to get his massive rod as slick as possible, swirling my tongue and sucking, as one hand kept stroking while the other cupped his balls. I could taste drops of pre-cum on my tongue. Once he was super slippery, I pushed his dick forward until it hit the back of my throat. Brandon was nearly as thick as Tyler and longer than Eddie. This was going to be tough. I took a deep breath and pushed hard. I felt the cockhead move down my throat slowly until my nose was resting in his pubes. Brandon started to moan. After a couple of seconds, I needed to come up for air, so I pulled off and asked Brandon if he was still OK.
"Are you shitting me? Of course I'm OK. This is amazing. Not only are you unbelievably hung, but I'm betting that most guys can't take a dick this big down their throats and even fewer high school guys can do it."
"Practice makes perfect, dude. I figured if I could get my own down there and Tyler, who's even thicker than you, well, go figure," I said.
"OK, shut up now," Brandon ordered. "Go back to doing what you were doing. Actually, can you swing around so I can grab a hold of yours? It's great getting sucked on, but even better if I can suck on you, too. Honestly, just holding onto your cock gets me so hot. I hope I don't cum too soon," Brandon said.
"I'll try to take it slow. I really want us to take our time. Dad won't be home until late, and he won't care anyway. I want this to be a night you'll remember," I said.
I slid around so that we were in a 69 position. The only issue was that with the height difference, Brandon couldn't get more than a few inches of my dick down his throat. It was obvious he'd spent a lot of time sucking his own cock, because he was doing a great job on mine. When I sensed that Brandon was getting close to cumming, I pulled off his cock and slid down his body so that he could take more of me into his mouth. He picked up on my cue and swallowed all 11" down his throat without gagging. He pulled back a touch, then shoved it in again, basically, letting me throat fuck him, only he was the one impaling my cock in his throat.
"Whoa, take it easy, Brandon."
"Oh, shit. Did I hurt you? Did I do something wrong?" he asked, showing obvious concern.
"Hell, no! You're amazing. I'd never have known that this was your first time. You suck dick like a porn star. I just don't want to cum yet. Here, come up here for a few minutes."
We lay next to one another on the bed and he leaned in and kissed me again, then flipped me over and gave my back a massage. His hands gently moved down my back and my butt until he was stroking the inside my thighs, sending tingles right to my crotch. He leaned in to lick my balls from behind. Then grabbed my feet and started to suck on my toes.
I laughed, "That really tickles, but it feels amazing."
"You have the cutest little butt," he said, as he grabbed it and lightly bit it. Then he did something I didn't expect. He slipped his tongue into my hole. I let out a moan, grabbed his head and shoved him deeper into my butt crack so that he knew I was totally cool with what he was doing. In a couple of minutes, I was writhing around in the bed, loving what that tongue of his was up to. Then he flipped me over.
Brandon's left hand wandered up and down my body, tugging at my nipples, then rubbing my six-pack. At the same time, he grabbed my cock with his other hand and went down on me again. This kid has amazing skills. It was obvious that he was loving every second of it. And so was I.
He pulled off me for a second and asked, "Are you a shooter or a dribbler?"
I laughed, "Is this a good time to be asking a short guy about his basketball skills."
Brandon laughed, "You know what I'm talking about."
"Hard shooter."
"Could you possibly check off more boxes on my fantasy list?" Brandon asked. "When you're ready to cum, can you cum on me? Face, chest, I wanna watch it."
"My pleasure," I smirked. "You?"
"I can shoot pretty far when I'm really turned on, and trust me, this is one of those times," Brandon said.
He got back to sucking my dick, as I slid his foreskin back and forth over his enormous cockhead. Then I started stroking his fat cock. He was dripping pre-cum into my hand and moaning as he deep-throated me.
"Let me grab some lube so we can stay slicked up." I rolled over and grabbed the lube out of my night stand. Then I spotted my dildo and took it out, too.
When I rolled back over, I asked him, "Are you OK with me shoving my dildo up my ass? It's not gonna bother you?" I asked.
"Nah, no problem. You're the one driving it, so I'm not worried about hurting you. And it looks so hot!"
I squirted copious amounts of lube into my hand, then onto my dildo, my dick, and onto Brandon's cock, as I started to masturbate him. He sucked in breath between his teeth, clearly getting off on the new sensation.
I raised my legs over my head and slicked up my pucker. Brandon's eyes went wide as inch after inch of dildo disappeared up my butt.
"Oh my God, this is soooo much better than porn," he said.
I grabbed my dick with one hand and the dildo with the other and started a synchronized motion sliding back and forth on my huge meat while I pumped the rubber dick in and out of my hungry hole.
Brandon flipped onto his back and started pumping his cock with two hands, one paying attention to the foreskin and cockhead while the other worked the shaft.
"I'm getting close," Brandon said.
"I'm almost there. Don't cum yet. Let me go first, OK?" I asked.
"Can I help with the dildo?" he asked.
"Are you sure? Not gonna trigger you?" I asked, concerned.
"I can see how much you're loving this. It's gonna be OK," he said.
I got onto my knees on his left side. He reached between my legs and took a hold of the dildo. He started up with the same frantic in-and-out rhythm that I'd used. His other hand stroked his own cock. I took my slicked-up rod in both hands and started pumping it like a piston. He was jacking up and down on his own massive cock.
"I'm close again," Brandon said, slowing down the pace on his own cock, while never losing a beat on the dildo up my butt. I felt my climax starting to build and I clamped down hard, fighting to hold it off as long as I could.
"Oh, fuck, I'm gonna cum," I gasped, as Brandon worked the dildo even harder. The first volley of jizz hit him square on the chest with a loud 'splat', then he opened his mouth and I aimed a little higher. Squirt number two landed straight on the target, his tongue getting a good dose of my seed.
"So fucking hot! That's it! Oh, God!!" Brandon screamed as squirt after squirt after squirt rocketed out of his cock and onto his chest, face, hair and my pillow. I was still blasting cum, too. By the time I was done, Brandon looked like he was getting a facial, literally dripping in his jizz and mine. I shot ten times and counted eight from Brandon.
He slowly eased the dildo out of my ass, as I leaned in to lick some of the cum off his face. Then I kissed him and let him have a taste of his own sperm and mine, mingled on my tongue.
When we finally separated, I could see tears in Brandon's eyes. "Oh my God, Brandon, are you OK? I'm so sorry. I was so afraid that this was going to trigger you." I leaned in to hug him, "I'm so sorry."
He sighed, "I never thought I could ever be this happy or feel so good. I'm gonna remember this forever." He pulled me in and kissed me hard, then hugged me tightly.
"I think we'd better get you cleaned up before it hardens and your face cracks off," I joked.
Brandon laughed. "I've fantasized about what my first time would be like. What the guy would be like. The things I would feel. For so long. This was so much better. Your handsome face. Your beautiful, green eyes. Those curls. That bod. Your stupendous ass. Oh, and that amazing cock that dreams are made of. Jaime, you are the total package. And such a spectacular person, too. I really am so lucky to have you as my friend. I only wish I had as much to offer you as you've given me."
"Brandon, this was amazing. I don't want you to think for a second that I did this as some charity act. Stop selling yourself short. You are so hot and you have such a good heart. I'm just sad for you that it took seventeen years for you to finally be able to be yourself. But it's only going to get better from here. I'm sure of it. And don't think that this is the only time that we're gonna hook up. I loved it! YOU are the stuff that fantasies are made of. Now let's go shower."
We hopped in the shower and kissed while we scrubbed each other clean. It being a school night, we decided that one time was enough for now.
"Guess what I have in the fridge?" I asked.
"I don't have a clue."
"Tucked in the back inside a white, cardboard box are two big, fat, juicy pieces of strawberry cheesecake," I smiled.
"I'll never get tired of your cheesecake," Brandon smirked, as we headed down to the kitchen.
End -- "Tripod" Chapter 20