Tripod Chapter 23
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"Tripod"
Chapter -- 23
Seán spent the twenty minutes it took him to walk from my house to his house deep in thought. He needed to be as brave as Connor had been in coming out to Seán's own parents. He was petrified that his folks might do the same thing that Connor's had, only this time using the power of their religious beliefs to stand behind their actions, not backing down from familial or social media pressure because, in their minds, God would be on their side.
He found his parents sitting in the kitchen, each with a coffee cup in hand freshly returned home from Sunday mass. His fourteen-year-old identical twin sisters were nowhere in sight, probably in their room scrolling through their phones.
"Good morning, Seán," his mom said. "How was your night at Jaime's place?"
"It was fine," Seán said. "It turned out OK in the end, I guess."
"Oh?" his dad said. "Not exactly a five-star review."
"I need to talk to you guys about something," Seán said. He could feel his heart starting to race as his skin grew clammy.
"What's up, Seán?" his mom asked, raising an eyebrow.
"The reason I ran out of here yesterday is that my friend Connor's family had thrown him out of the house and told him never to come back. I went to be with him and then we went over to Jaime's place. Jaime's folks said that Connor could stay there and they invited me to spend the night."
His parents looked at one another with a look of alarm on their faces.
"What could Connor have done that was so horrible that they threw him out of the house? Something illegal? Was he selling drugs? Did he hurt someone else in his family?" Ms. O'Hanlon asked.
"No, Mom. They threw him out because he's gay," Seán said, steeling himself for their reaction.
"That's awful," Mr. O'Hanlon said. Seán couldn't tell from his dad's reaction exactly what he thought was awful. Was it booting a child out of the house for being gay or was it being gay itself?
"Why would a family throw out a child for being gay? That's criminal. You love your child no matter what," Ms. O'Hanlon said. Then the coin dropped and her eyebrows raised. She turned to Seán.
"Do you have feelings for Connor? Is he someone special to you? You've mentioned him before, but really didn't give us any details?"
Seán's eyes went wide and he started to hyperventilate, as the little color he had drained from his face.
"It's OK, Seán. Calm down. Breathe!" said Mr. O'Hanlon, easing Seán down into a kitchen chair.
Then Ms. O'Hanlon said, "Honey, we're not stupid. You're an extremely good-looking young man. You've got a body that most men would kill to have. And I've seen both women and a few men do a double-take checking out your butt, but you've never had a girlfriend or mentioned any girl you'd like to date. We'd have to be idiots not to suspect that you're gay."
"Y-y-you knew? But..." Seán stammered.
"Well, we certainly had our suspicions. It's OK. Obviously, we'd have preferred that things were different, but we still love you. Just don't think you're going to bring your boyfriend here for sleepovers. We're not being homophobic. We wouldn't let you bring a girlfriend over either. You know how we feel about pre-marital sex," said Mr. O'Hanlon.
"Well, you don't support gay marriage either, so you're saying I'm never going to be able to be with my boyfriend in that way?"
"Seán, when you're out of the house and on your own, you will make your own rules. We're not naïve enough to think that you're not going to figure out a way to be with Connor anyway. We just want you to know that we don't condone it and you cannot have sex together under our roof. That doesn't mean that Connor isn't welcome here. Actually, we would like to meet him whenever you're ready to introduce him to us," said Ms. O'Hanlon.
Mr. O'Hanlon nodded in agreement. Then he said, "'Connor,' that's a nice Irish name. He wouldn't happen to be..."
"Korean," Seán said, "100%."
"Oh, well, it was worth hoping anyway," Mr. O'Hanlon said. "He's still welcome here. Now, what's going on with his living situation? Will he be staying at Jaime's house?"
"No, that's why last night ended up OK. His folks got so much hate from Connor's brother and sister and from the neighbors and social media that they showed up at Jaime's this morning and asked Connor to forgive them and to come home. Connor's back at his house now. I met his parents and they've invited me over for dinner. Talk about a total change."
"I'm glad for him," said Mrs. O'Hanlon. "Get over here. Sounds like you could use a hug." Seán walked over to his mom, who hugged him and kissed his cheek. "We're very proud of you, Seán. You're a good kid, you work hard, and we love you to pieces."
Just as Seán was about to get wrapped up in his mom's embrace, Seán's twin sisters Aoife and Maeve walked into the kitchen, each one a perfect, red-haired, freckle-faced, porcelain-skinned map of Ireland in America.
"What's up?" Maeve asked. "This looks a little bit dramatic."
"Seán had something he needed to tell us," said Seán's dad. "Seán, care to fill in your sisters?"
Seán took a deep breath, let it out slowly, and said, "I'm gay."
Both girls looked at one another and laughed. "That's your big news?" asked Aoife, in that grating, sarcastic tone that teenage girls have honed to perfection. "That's the least interesting bit of dirt I've heard in, like, forever. Tell me something a touch more exciting."
"I've also got a boyfriend," Seán added.
"OK, bro, spill the tea, who is he?" Maeve asked.
"Connor Kim"
Maeve and Aoife looked at each other and shrieked, achieving ear-splitting volumes and pitches.
"Do you know him?" Ms. O'Hanlon asked, flinching from the noise.
"OMG. It's KBB!" Maeve said. Seán and his parents each looked at each other, wholly unaware of what Maeve was talking about.
"Korean Boy Band. That kid is like, sooooo fine. Congrats, Seán. We. Are. Impressed. I didn't think you had it in you." Aoife said.
Then Maeve said, "If he didn't have it in him before, he sure will soon!" The two girls burst out laughing. Seán turned a shade of crimson and his parents looked at the girls disapprovingly.
A little while later, Seán video-chatted me and conveyed the whole scene with a huge smile on his face.
"Did you tell Connor?" I asked.
"He's so relieved, Jaime. I don't think he could have taken another day like yesterday. What happened to him is gonna stay with him forever. He's not sure how he's ever gonna be able to forgive his mom and dad."
"They sure have a lot of sucking up to do, that's for sure. I don't wanna suggest that Connor should milk this for all it's worth, but, honestly, his folks owe him big time," I said.
"A car and a trip to Europe for him and his boyfriend should just about fit the bill," Seán laughed.
"Dream on, dude," I joked. "By the way, I've got a date this afternoon with that guy I met in the supermarket last week. Darius the wrestler. This should be interesting. He's not out at all. But he is really cute and seems like a nice guy. We're just going for coffee downtown. Not gonna hook up with him. At least not right away. Let's see how we get along first."
"Sounds like a good plan. From the sounds of it, you haven't exactly been hurting for fun in bed lately, right? Seán asked.
"Not at all. I definitely can't complain in that area," I said.
"Have fun. I'll see you tomorrow. And thanks again for your help, Jaime. You're amazing," Seán said.
***
At the crack of noon, Tyler video-chatted me.
"Whoa. You look like you just woke up. Considering you sent me those photos after 3:00 AM, I'm guessing I'm right," I said.
"Jaime, it was fucking amazing. There was like eight of us having coffee and talking about how fucked Connor was, then Ashley said that we should get some signs printed up and stick them on the Kims' lawn. Ron remembered that there's a 24-hour copy and print shop downtown. I mean, this is a college town, right? So, we all came up with some stuff to put on signs and went down to that printing store. It turns out that Stephanie is kind of a design wiz, so she sits down at the computer in the store and cranks out a bunch of signs. By 1:30, we had all the signs ready, but we needed to get some stuff to stick them into the ground. So, we stopped by the supermarket, picked up wire hangers and some duct tape, and then Eddie gets the idea that we should T.P. their house, too. So, we bought the jumbo 12-pack. You know, the one for families that wash their bran cereal down with prune juice." Tyler stopped to laugh at his own joke. "That house was so trashed by the time we were done. Anyhow, how's Connor doing?"
"Are you sitting down?" I asked.
"Dude, I'm still in bed. Wanna see my afternoon wood?" Tyler said, laughing again.
"Connor's folks tracked him down at my house this morning. They had his little brother with them. They came to ask him to forgive them and to come home. I guess the social media push got a whole lot of people hating on Connor's folks. Connor's older sister saw the video and called from college to say that she was never speaking to them again and hung up the phone. His little brother locked himself in his room and didn't come out until his parents literally dragged his ass over to my house to get Connor. And the neighbors, between the online video and the signs you put up on the lawn, were either not speaking to the Kims or calling them names to their faces."
"No shit! That's amazing. Where's Connor now?" Tyler asked.
"He went home with his parents. And then you'll never guess what happened. Seán called me about an hour ago. Because of how brave Connor had been, Seán decided he had to come out to his parents, too. And guess what."
"Oh, no! They threw him out, too. Seán is a really sensitive guy. He's gotta be totally fucked up," said Tyler.
"No, you idiot! His parents were pretty much cool with the whole thing, except he can't bring Connor over to have sex at his house...Mmm. I should start charging to rent out my basement for hook-ups...And his twin sisters, they honestly couldn't have cared less. Seán's being gay was a total non-event until they found out that he's dating Connor. Now that was big news. They think Connor's a total snack. Seán's now gone from being their cute, but nerdy, brother to a total stud in their eyes."
"Seán's gotta be happy as hell," Tyler said.
"The poor guy is so relieved. Yesterday was tragic, Ty. Seán and Connor were sobbing. I had to push them to go shoot that video. I felt kinda bad making Connor do five takes of it in the cold at that creepy bus stop, but hey, it worked, right?"
"You've got that magic touch, little dude. Hey, I gotta get my ass out of bed and go to work. I've gotta be there by 1:00." Tyler whipped off the covers to reveal his fat cock at full throttle. "Wish you were here! Wanna do a quick video jack session?"
"Looks tempting, but I've got that date this afternoon with that kid Darius and you're gonna be late. I'll catch up with you tomorrow. Have a good one," I said.
"Later, hot stuff. Love you, ya know."
"I love you, too, Tyler Jacobs...and your hot boyfriend, too."
Then, I video chatted with Eddie to fill him in on what had happened the night before, then told my parents about Seán's coming out experience before I decided to check in with Brandon.
"Hey, little buddy. What's up? How's your weekend going?" Brandon asked.
"It's been crazy. Let me tell ya," I said.
I filled Brandon in on Friday night with Ricardo, Tyler, and Eddie, then Saturday with Tyler and Eddie, then all of the drama on Saturday night with Connor, as well as Connor's folks coming to apologize and Seán's coming out to his family.
"Oh my God," Brandon said, "you really have had a crazy weekend. I'm glad everything worked out in the end for Connor and Seán." Brandon's expression changed a bit and he paused to think about how to ask the next question. "Are you thinking of becoming part of a throuple with Eddie and Tyler?"
"The three of us are all kinda confused, to be honest. We really don't want to decide anything. I have to admit, I really love spending time with those guys and the sex is amazing, but I'm also not really ready to commit to anyone, let alone any-two. Ya know what I mean? Eddie and Tyler have said that they're OK with me seeing other guys, but they also said they'd be heartbroken if I decided not to be with them anymore. It's kinda fucked up, but kinda nice at the same time," I said.
"I hear ya. It's confusing. I gotta be honest with you. I had a blast the other night with you and would love to do it again if that's OK with you," Brandon said.
"I had a great time, Brandon. There really was something special there. And I'd love to get together again. Tyler and Eddie were honestly really happy we did. They like you a lot. Hey, more important, how's Braden doing and how are you and your mom?"
"Braden's doing better, thanks for asking. He should be coming home later today. They've got him on some meds that are starting to work and he's had some intensive therapy, which should help him in the long run. I talked to him a little while ago and he sounded better. He said that he's now had two good nights' sleep and it's helped a lot. He also thanked me for being there for him and that I probably saved his life."
"That's awesome, Brandon. And you and your mom?"
"We've spent a lot of time together over the past couple of days. Just being able to talk and get stuff off my chest has helped. And I know that she's doing a little better, too. She starting that accounting software class this week, so that should help her out, as well."
By the time I'd finished with Brandon, it was 2:00 PM, time to get ready for my date. It's only about a mile and a half (2.5km) from my house to downtown. It was chilly but sunny, so I decided to ride my bike.
The Deep Steep is a coffee and tea shop downtown with a modest storefront. I'd passed it many times but had never gone in. It has about five small tables and a set of low bookshelves filled with books and board games. A small sign that says, "Take a book, leave a book," is sitting on top of the bookshelves.
It was about five minutes before 3:00 PM and Darius hadn't arrived yet, so I went ahead and ordered my usual café con leche. The desserts actually looked pretty tasty. I scanned the display case and the chocolate carrot cake jumped out at me. How can you go wrong with two of my favorites all rolled into one? I added that to my order and grabbed a seat.
Darius strolled in at 3:05, looking just as hot as I'd remembered: dark brown, almost black hair, olive skin, perfect teeth, and a muscular, compact body. He surveyed the place and smiled when he recognized me. He went to the counter and placed his order, then walked over to my table.
"Hey, what's up?" he said, as I stood up. We gave each other a "bro" hug: a quick, two-handed, two-pats on the back, copied from the Mexican "abrazos" of my abuela's culture.
"I'm good. Crazy week, but I survived. How was yours?" I asked.
"Pretty lame. Mid-terms. Wrestling practice. My sister broke up with her boyfriend, so lots of drama at home. Do you have any brothers or sisters?" Darius asked.
"Nope. Just me and my folks. Sometimes it was kinda lonely growing up, but my parents tried to include me in lots of things, so I learned to like going to art museums and concerts and stuff. It was pretty cool being treated more like an adult than a kid."
"My folks still have a hard time realizing that I'm not a little kid anymore," Darius said. "My sister's two years younger than me and we get along OK. We like the same kinds of music and stuff, so we've got things to talk about, but we'd both rather hang out with our own friends."
"I know what ya mean. I love my friends. I came out about a month ago and ever since then, I've gotten a lot closer to my friends."
"They didn't have a problem with you being gay?" Darius asked.
"Tyler and I have been friends for about five years, but when I came out as gay, he came out to me as bi and it turned out that he'd been in a secret relationship with another friend of mine named Eddie since they were both thirteen. After Tyler came out to me, Megan, who was Tyler's girlfriend at the time, found out and outed the two of them to the whole school. It was kinda tense."
"No shit!" Darius said. "Those poor guys must have gone through hell."
"It was really hard. First, they had to come out to their parents really quick before word got back to their folks from other kids' parents. It turned out that Tyler's and Eddie's folks were totally cool and Tyler and Eddie were worried over nothing. And wanna hear something funny? It turns out that Tyler's mom is bi, too."
"TMI! God, you don't even wanna think about your parents' sex life," Darius said.
"Ha, that's what Tyler said!!" I laughed.
The server dropped our order off at our table: my coffee, Darius' tea, and it turned out we'd both ordered slices of the chocolate carrot cake. We each took a bite of our slices of cake.
"This is really awesome," Darius said. "And I come from a family of bakers. My mom and both grandmas are always making something, usually, it's some Persian sweets made with stuff I've never seen used elsewhere."
"The same here. My mom, grandmas, a great-grandma and one of my uncles are all bakers, so we've got Mexican, African-American and Jewish treats, along with the usual American standards," I said.
"Oh," I continued, "to get back to the story, but then Tyler's car got trashed with racist and anti-LGBT graffiti and nooses," I said.
"Oh my God! You're the guys that that shit happened to. I saw it on the news. It made me sick. But they caught the asshole that did it right?" Darius asked.
"Yeah, but it's kinda complicated. The preacher who trashed the car is the dad of a kid at school. Turns out the dad is a total crook and a sleazeball. He not only got arrested for a hate crime, but also for embezzling millions from the church, as well as sexually abusing little kids. Anyhow, his son was the one that put the nooses on the car, but it turned out that it was the dad that made him do it. After getting suspended for a week, the kid comes back and not only apologizes to Tyler, Eddie, and me but comes out as gay to us, too."
"Holy shit. And you forgave that kid?" Darius asked.
"He's actually a really cool guy and lived through hell with that sick fuck of a father," I said.
"Oh, and, I forgot to mention that Tyler's on the gymnastics team with me, and Eddie's on the track team."
"You've got three out male athletes at your school! That's amazing."
"Four, actually. The gymnastics team captain is also gay. He just came out to his parents this morning."
"We don't have any guy athletes who are out," said Darius sadly. "There's a girl on the basketball team and another girl on the track team who've come out. One's pan and the other is lesbian. I'm kinda suspicious of this guy on the football team. We've got gym class together and he keeps checking me out when he thinks I'm not looking. He's pretty good looking, but he's like 6'5" tall and about 250lbs. I'm just not into guys like that. I know, that's weird, right? Most everybody seems to like tall, beefy guys, but I kinda think shorter guys are hotter."
"That's so shocking." I laughed. "Isn't that why we're here now?" I said.
"Well, that, and you also really know your way around the ethnic foods aisle at the supermarket. I mean, I like to eat. You like to eat, right?"
"Definitely. I love to cook, too. That was something else my parents got me interested in. Holiday time around my house is amazing. Everyone loves to cook and we usually pick a designated head chef for each holiday, then everyone pitches in to help. It's great," I said.
"Hey, you said you like to travel. Where have you been?" I asked.
"I've been all over Europe and I've been to Iran three times," Darius said.
"Wow, that's so cool. I've been to Mexico maybe ten times. And lots of places in the US and Canada. My folks took me to London for my fifteenth birthday. That city is amazing. Iran wasn't scary?" I asked.
"Not at all, although I definitely wouldn't go out there with a boyfriend while wearing a rainbow t-shirt and short shorts. The people are super nice. Really friendly. The food is amazing. It's just not a place to go if you're not straight," Darius said.
"And I LOVE London, too," he added. "I have an uncle and cousins who live there. You can just drop me off at the British Museum and swing by to pick me up three days later. I love history. I'm such a nerd."
"Really? Me, too," I said. "I'm taking AP History. And my parents had to literally pick me up and drag me out of the British Museum. There are just so many interesting things to see there. And London has tons of hot men walking in the street holding hands. Our hotel was right near Old Compton Street in Soho, so we'd walk past the gay bars. I wasn't out to my folks then and I pretended not to pay much attention, but it all looked hot. I hope to go back someday. How did you get into wrestling?" I asked.
"Well, I'm not tall enough for basketball and not big enough for football. I kinda prefer individual sports anyway, but I'm small to be a swimmer and not flexible enough to be a gymnast. But to be honest, it's because when I was a kid, I used to get kinda turned on watching wrestlers on TV and I thought that fighting with another dude to see who gets to be on top looked kinda fun. So, here I am."
"That means you're a top, I guess?" I asked, feeling a little weird about broaching the subject, but seeing the opportunity, I asked anyway.
"Mostly, I guess, but I've gotten fucked a couple of times and liked it. If you're topping, you don't have to worry about feeling vulnerable, but, at least for me, I'd really need to feel comfortable with someone before I'd let them fuck me. Since you brought up the subject, what about you?"
"I only lost my virginity about a month ago, but I'm versatile. I get what you're talking about, though. I've only been fucked by two guys, but I felt really safe and comfortable with both of them," I said, not wanting to give names to my partners.
"God, you're so cute. I'm surprised you waited so long. Just waiting for the right guy?" Darius asked.
"No, just waited until I felt comfortable enough with myself first. I was kinda shy and self-conscious, but I'm working through that and I'm feeling a lot better now. Have you been with a lot of guys?"
"Why, are you into slut-shaming?" Darius asked. Then broke up laughing.
He continued, "When I was sixteen, I said I was eighteen, and I got on one of those gay dating apps. It seemed like the only way to hook up on the D. L. with other guys. I had a girlfriend at the time, and I really couldn't meet up with anyone at my school for fear of being outed. I hooked up with a few guys on the app and had some fun, but also messed around with some guys I thought would be fun, but we just didn't click. And some dudes were just weird. Honestly, I'm not on there much. Meeting you at the supermarket was a lot more fun for me. I like talking to guys first. Anyhow, I broke up with my girlfriend about three months ago. I really didn't think it was fair to her to pretend like I wanted to have sex with her. It's not like being with a girl is disgusting to me, but I just like guys a lot more. I didn't really feel much of anything when I kissed her. I'm sure she could tell."
"And I can see why guys would want to kiss you. You know, you have a really beautiful smile," I said.
Darius laughed. "It sure cost my folks enough money. I got braces on my really crooked teeth when I was twelve and they didn't come off until I was fifteen. I used to look like a cross between a rabbit and a vampire. My orthodontist is the Michelangelo of the dental world."
"So, you're into art, too?" I asked, half joking.
"Believe it or not, I am. My mom studied art history in college. My family has a membership at the Art Institute and I'll sometime go down there by myself and hang out. I like the Museum of Contemporary Art, too," Darius said.
"I can guarantee you that none of the wrestlers at my school would be caught dead at either of those places," I said.
"I don't think any of the other guys on my team would either. But I like it and they don't need to know, right?"
"Right. Do you ever get shit for being Iranian?" I asked.
"Why, do you have a thing against Iranians?" Darius asked.
"Of course not! I'm like the friggin' United Nations stuffed into the body of an elf. I'd be like the last guy to give someone shit because of their ethnicity," I said.
"Actually, I haven't gotten too much outright shit for my background" he answered. "It was worse for my parents growing up here. My grandparents immigrated to the U. S. literally months before Americans were taken hostage in Iran in 1979. In the 1980's and 90's, being Persian in the U. S. was really tough. I heard it also got scary again for Iranians after 9/11. But I hadn't been born yet for any of that. When Trump became president and he tried to stir up hate for Mexicans and Muslims, we were frightened. Personally, though, I haven't experienced too much prejudice. I mean, this is a pretty liberal town in a pretty liberal state."
"I had it much harder when I was a kid than I do now" I said. "Kids like labels and I couldn't be labeled. Kids just thought it was weird that I was Zapotec, Spanish, Jewish, and African-American all at the same time. It was hard to feel like I belonged anywhere. Nowadays, kids think it's kind of interesting, pretty much."
"I get you," Darius said. "You never see anyone like you on TV. I usually only see Iranians cast as terrorists. It would be nice to have an Iranian-American as the lead in a hit comedy show. 'Representation matters' they say, right? If you're not white and Christian, you always feel like you don't really fit in, even if they don't hit you over the head with it."
"Is your family really religious? We're pretty much atheists, to be honest," I said.
"Not really religious. We don't go to the mosque every Friday, for sure. My parents do fast during the day during Ramadan. I admit I cheat and sneak a protein bar when no one's watching. And like for Nowruz, the Persian New Year, we'll go visit my mom's parents in California or my dad's in Florida. But that's not a religious holiday, plus, it's a great excuse to get out of Chicago's winter-that-never-fucking-ends for a week in March."
"What do you want to be when you grow up?" I asked.
"Oh, come on. You're a really smart guy, you could come up with a better line than that," Darius said, with a hint of snark in his voice. "I don't know. Maybe a lawyer. Maybe a university professor. Maybe a professional wrestler..."
At that point, my eyebrows shot up and I eyed him suspiciously. "You're so full of shit. A pro wrestler? Really?"
Darius laughed. "No, but I bet you'd like to see me in my singlet, right?"
"Fuck yeah. But I also think you're a pretty smart dude, too, and I think that's just as hot as that nice, tight, butt of yours," I said.
"Have you ever heard the word 'sapiosexual'? It means that smart people turn you on. Would you say that that word describes you?" Darius asked.
I gave it a second to think about it. "Yeah, I think you're probably right. There's this guy at my school that I hooked up with and he's only into skateboarding and sex. It wasn't a bad experience, but it wasn't all that great. Maybe it's because I just didn't feel excited by his brain. Smart guys are a real turn-on, but so are guys who are caring and kind."
"You sound like a girl. But I honestly agree with you. A lot of guys are just into hot bodies and big dicks, but having a connection with someone makes it even better. I just haven't met many guys like that," Darius said.
"Well, maybe you have now," I said.
"Well, you definitely have a hot body, and I think we have a lot in common. I think the usual routine is that we say we'll get together again, then agree to exchange text messages, then one of us will write and the other one will ghost them, right?" Darius asked.
"No! I'm not like that. I really like talking to you and I'd love to get together again. What day works for you?" I asked.
"I've got wrestling practice most afternoons after school, but maybe we could have dinner next Friday? Or maybe go to the movies?" Darius asked.
"Let's do dinner. We can figure out where later. We both like to eat, right? Hey, you never did explain why you prefer short guys over tall guys, did you?" I asked.
"OK, I'll be really honest. If you've got a guy who's 6'5" tall and he's got a 6" dick, then his dick looks kinda little. But if you've got a guy who's 5'5" tall and he's got a 6" dick, then it looks a lot bigger, right? I don't want to sound shallow, and size isn't all that important to me, I mean a guy with an average cock is just fine. But if you've got an average cock and you're short, well, in comparison, you know? Hey, I also really like cuddling with short guys because I can wrap my arms around them better. I hope you don't think that I'm totally obsessed with big dicks. I mean, if we decide to play around together, I'm sure that whatever you've got will work just fine for me. Really, little dicks are OK, too," Darius said.
"Just keep digging yourself a hole, Darius."
Darius turned beet red. "I'm really sorry. I guess you're self-conscious about the size of your dick. I don't care if you're small, really. I like you."
"You have no idea, dude," I said.
The color drained from his face, "Are you a trans guy? I mean, you don't have a dick at all? Oh, God, that's so rude of me to ask. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to dis you."
"Darius, I'm not trans, and I definitely do not have a small dick. In fact, I was thinking I'd probably have to warn you ahead of time if you wanted to fool around with me so you don't freak out," I said.
Darius looked confused. "Is there something wrong with your junk? I promise I won't make fun of you."
"No. It's just that, well, the reason I was a virgin for so long is that my dick is so big that I thought guys would just make fun of me. Yeah, there's been some teasing in the locker room, but for the most part, the guys I've been with have been really respectful and have gotten totally turned on by both me and my dick."
"No shit! I thought that being so short you'd also be kinda small down there, too. You're not just bullshitting me, are you?" Darius said.
"Reach under the table. Judge for yourself," I smirked.
Darius looked around to make sure no one was looking. I adjusted myself so that my quickly-hardening cock was pointing up and toward my hips. Darius reached under the table and let his hand settle on my crotch. Then he slowly traced the shape of my hard cock through my jeans. He sucked in a breath and his eyes went wide, "Holy shit! You're not kidding."
"I think you need to go order us another round of drinks because I'm not going to be able to stand up for a while, at least not without getting lots of rude stares."
Darius laughed and headed up to the counter.
End--"Tripod"--Chapter 23