Tripod Chapter 24
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"Tripod" -- Chapter 24
The week leading up to Halloween began just like any other week, Brandon was waiting for me on the school's steps. He leaned down and gave me a hug. "Hey, little buddy, how was the rest of your weekend?"
"It was good, actually. I got together with that kid Darius, who I met at the supermarket last week. He's really easy to talk to, smart and funny," I said. "Plus, he's hot as hell."
Brandon's demeaner noticeably changed, but he seemed to be doing his best to hide it, "Oh, that's cool. You think you'll see him again?"
"Definitely, we're going to have dinner together on Friday. I honestly thought it was just gonna end up being a fun hook-up, but I have to admit, I was kinda surprised that we have so much in common. I'd definitely consider going out with him. He also seems to have a thing for big things, if you know what I mean. He kinda danced around the subject, trying to pretend he didn't care how big my dick is, until I let him cop a feel" I said.
"That's cool," Brandon said, doing a bad job of hiding his feelings.
"You OK, Brandon? You did tell me you're not ready to be in a relationship, right? If I didn't know better, I'd say you're jealous."
"I'm not jealous," Brandon blurted out. "Well, maybe a little. And I'm not gonna lie to you, maybe, somewhere down the road, when I'm ready, if you're still free, if you think I'm not a total turd, maybe you'd go out with me?"
Brandon's words knocked me off balance. I'd never really thought about him that way. He was once an enemy, then a friend, but even though I thought he was extremely attractive and I loved our play time together, I'd never really thought about him like a boyfriend. But there was no arguing that the kid had some amazing qualities.
"I think you're a really special guy, Brandon. You've been through so much, and still managed to survive it without turning into a total psycho. You're kind and caring, but you also told me that you really weren't looking for a relationship, so I never gave it a thought. I think you need to just take things kind of easy right now. Don't you? Worry about you. But when you get horny, I'd love to help you out. There's no denying that we've got chemistry. Considering that that was your first time, you're a natural."
Brandon's admission about being jealous was still swirling in my brain when I took my seat in home room a few minutes later.
"It's Halloween week, boys and ghouls," Mr. Wannabe announcer droned over the loudspeaker. "Time for parties and trick-or-treating. Please play it safe. Best to stay away from those party games like 'Which Apple Has the Razor Blade?' and 'Bobbing for French Fries.' Stick to a 10,000-calorie limit on candy consumption and kids, remember to only eat those green M & M's in the privacy of your own bedroom. They have special side effects which I can vouch for first hand. 'First hand' get it?"
I was already gritting my teeth, waiting for this idiot to finish, then came the sign-off.
"And Jay-me 'The Baker' Fine-Cruz, if you're out there listening, I'm betting you make some special pumpkin muffins. Let's see if you can work that gourd the same way you do your zucchini."
My hate for this dude was churning up in my belly. "It's cold this time of year. How about I serve that yummy pumpkin muffin with a nice, steaming cup of 'shut the fuck up?'" I thought to myself.
***
Mr. Choi's class on Monday morning was actually kind of fun. In honor of Halloween, he explained how to make creepy fog by dropping dry ice into water. He explained that dry ice goes right from a solid to a gas, skipping the liquid form in a process called sublimation.
He also poured sulfuric acid into a beaker of sugar, creating this gross, black, snake of burnt sugar. He explained that the acid strips the hydrogen and oxygen molecules out of the sugar and creates a lot of heat in the process. The hydrogen and oxygen combine to make steam and what your left with is carbon in the form of that creepy snake-like thing. The whole classroom smelled the way our house smells when Abuela makes the caramel for flan.
About ten minutes before class ended, Mr. Choi changed the subject and looked very serious.
"Class, I want to take a few minutes to talk to you about something that happened this weekend. A student at this school who wanted to live honestly and openly and be his true self was thrown out of his house by his parents for being gay. I can't even imagine the fear and shock that that boy went through. Actually, I can, because, as you know, it happened to me not even ten years ago. I know that as experts of social media, you guys used that tool to help get support for that boy and to change his parents' minds. He posted a video last night saying that he was back home. Remember a few weeks ago when I talked about being a social catalyst for change? That is exactly what you were and I couldn't be prouder of you. I know that his original video asking for help was reposted hundreds of times and the response was overwhelming. I'm not sure who helped him with the original video or who offered him a place to stay on that first night, but that is the true meaning of kindness and each and every one of you who sent comments of support and who reposted the video to your own page helped."
Eddie looked over at me, then raised his hand as he turned to face Mr. Choi.
"Yes, Eddie?" Mr. Choi said.
"It was Jaime who shot the video and it was Jaime who offered his house to the kid who got thrown out. He was the one that got the whole social media thing going."
I turned bright red. If you haven't guessed it by now, I'm the one who likes to be behind the camera, not the one standing out in front getting all the attention.
"That was a truly remarkable and generous act, Jaime. I assume your parents had something to do with this, too?" Mr. Choi asked.
"It was my dad who offered him a place to stay before I could even ask. My folks were willing to let him live in our spare bedroom for as long as he needed to, even through high school. But his parents showed up yesterday morning to say they were sorry and to take him home."
"And I bet the video was your idea, right?" Mr. Choi asked.
"Yeah, that was me. It was the only way I could think of to get people motivated to help and to show his parents just what assho...uh, how unjust, they were being. It's pretty hard not to change your mind when thousands of people are hating on you."
"You're very right, Jaime. And thank you. You just may have saved a life by your actions. You should be very proud of yourself," said Mr. Choi.
***
The cafeteria featured the usual noon-time chaos, with the various groups of students sticking together. Jocks and cheerleaders with other jocks and cheerleaders, nerds with nerds and theatre geeks with theatre geeks. Our little clique of gay/bi athletic types took our seats and hashed over the weekend's craziness: Brandon's brother's illness, Connor & Seán's coming out, and my date with Darius.
A few minutes into our conversation, my phone vibrated in my pocket.
Darius: Hey, stud. How's your day?
Me: So far, so good. Chemistry was fun today. IKR. I had a great time yesterday.
Darius: Me2. Can't wait til Friday. Where U wanna go?
Me: Straight down your pants.
Darius: Slut! LOL. Takes 1 to know 1 I guess. Dinner first?
Me: If you insist. (Winking Emoji) Wanna go for Persian food?
Darius: Nah, I can get that at home. Know a good Mexican place?
Me: Real Mex or Tex-Mex? I'm NOT a fajitas guy!
Darius: Real Mex like the Mexico City street food I saw on public TV. Cheap is better. Know a place?
Me: YES! I dare you to eat a (Tongue Emoji) taco.
Darius: Tongue?? (Vomit emoji) That's grandma food. OK but only if I can get you to stick yours up my butt, too.
Me: ROFL.
"What's so funny, Jaime?" Eddie asked. "Care to share with the class?"
"Darius. He's being funny. We're having dinner on Friday, then maybe back to my place for some dessert."
"What are you serving up for dessert?" Seán asked.
I rolled my eyes, "Peaches and cream, Seán."
Tyler, Eddie and Brandon got the joke, but they only smiled weakly. Seán was clueless.
"Maybe some eggplant, too," I said. "Ever seen an 11-inch eggplant, Seán?"
Seán is not the best at picking up on innuendo, but he's not stupid. He finally got the joke and laughed. "I do think you're cute, Jaime, but I'd probably faint dead away if you ever came at me with that thing. Connor's just the right size for me, thanks."
"Is this like a date-date or are you guys just having dinner and hooking up?" Tyler asked.
"I think it's a date. I mean, we only had coffee together, but we both had a great time and I think we're both looking to get to know each other better. It's not just a hook-up. But that boy sure is fine, I gotta say."
I think I'm pretty good at reading people. And while Eddie, Tyler, Brandon and Seán carried on with the conversation, it lacked the usual good-natured kidding that our lunchtime talks always had. Seán seemed fine, but the others seemed unusually low-energy.
"OK, boys. What's going on here?" I asked. "I'm not getting married any time soon. You don't even know the kid and you already have issues. Tyler, spill it."
Tyler looked at Eddie, then at Brandon, and finally to me. "I know I said that we're not jealous, but honestly, we're kinda nervous. I know it's only been like a month, but the three of us think of you like our kinky, incestuous brother, who we love a lot. It's hard to describe. We don't want that to end."
"This is getting too intense for me," Seán said, rising from the table. "I'll see you two at practice this afternoon. Later, Eddie. Later, Brandon."
"Later, Seán," we all said in return.
Eddie chimed in, "We know we won't lose you as a friend, but we feel a stronger bond here than just friendship. We've talked to Brandon about it, too. There's an energy that comes from you when we're together naked that just makes us really, truly happy."
"I'm kinda speechless, guys," I began. "The stuff I've done with you has really meant a lot to me. Thanks to you, Tyler & Eddie, I feel like I can finally be myself. I'm not ashamed of who I am anymore. And with you, Brandon, I feel like I'm able to pass that feeling on to you now, which makes me feel even better. No one will replace that. I'll never forget what we've done together."
Brandon interrupted, "It sounds like you're going to tell us that it's time to move on and look for someone serious."
"No!! That's not what I'm trying to say. Fuck, we're only in high school. I don't want to decide who I'm going to spend the rest of my life with yet. Darius seems cool. He knows I've been with other guys. He's been with other guys. But I don't want anyone to come between all of us either. What we have IS special, but I also don't want to turn down a chance to meet someone else who's special, too. Do you guys get it?"
The three of them nodded.
"Maybe this thing with Darius will just fizzle out, or maybe it won't, but let me go out with the kid a few times and see where it leads, OK? In the meantime, let me feel him out and see where he stands on the whole monogamy thing. Ya know, this isn't the fucking 20th century. People can be in poly relationships or open relationships or whatever. They can define their relationships however they want, right?"
"I guess," Tyler said. "It's not like you're gonna run outa cock. There's plenty of you to go around."
The three of them laughed. I just rolled my eyes.
***
At gymnastics practice that afternoon, Ron pulled Seán, Tyler and me aside. "Ashley is having a Halloween party on Saturday night at her place and told me to invite you guys. Interested?"
"I gotta work until 11:00, but I can be there after that," Tyler said.
"Sure, I'm down for that. Costumes, I'm guessing?" I asked.
"Of course," Ron replied. "Stephanie and me are going as a dom and sub. I'll be in a dog collar and Stephanie in rubber and whips."
"I thought this was a costume party," Seán said. "Isn't that what you and Stephanie wear whenever you get together?"
"Shhh! Not everyone knows and it'll save us a shit ton of money not having to get another costume. Plus, I get to be spanked in front of everyone, and that's gonna be such a fucking turn on, I'll probably need to wear diapers so that the cum doesn't leak through my gym shorts."
Seán blushed a deep shade of red and said, "I don't think I'm gonna be able to make it. I'm guessing that Ashley's mom's not gonna me home? You know how my folks are. They'd never let me go. Besides, they want to have Connor over for dinner on Saturday."
"Suit yourself, buddy. Enjoy your tame, little tea party with the rents. We'll report back on Monday," Ron said. "Ashley lives in a huge house. There's lots of bedrooms for some 'alone time,' if you get my drift. Oh, by the way, can you tell Eddie, too?"
Tyler nodded.
"How about Brandon?" I asked.
"Sure. Ashley loves that kid. He's her greatest creation, after all."
"How many people are gonna be at the party?" I asked.
"She said she's inviting like twenty people. She doesn't want it to get too crazy. So, don't go telling anyone else, OK?"
***
On Friday, Dad took the "L" downtown to his office and mom drove into Chicago to work with an editor on the video that she'd just been shooting in Texas and four northern states in Mexico.
As it turned out, Mom and Dad decided to grab an impromptu dinner downtown with Uncle Noah and Jermaine and wouldn't be home until late.
At 6PM, Darius showed up, right on schedule. He wore a pair of tight jeans that showed off his great ass, a tight t-shirt and a denim jacket. He had a backpack slung over his shoulders. We planned to hang for an hour or two until we headed out for dinner.
"Hey, there," I said, "Guess what. You've lucked out. No awkward meeting with the folks. They're having dinner in the city tonight. Just you and me here."
"Boo hoo, I was really looking forward to playing the sweet, innocent, blonde virgin for your folks," Darius said sarcastically.
"I'm sure you were. But honestly, my folks are really cool. They would have been just as happy to meet the handsome, slutty wrestler," I shot back.
"Ouch," Darius replied, feigning offence, "speaking of wrestling, I just came from practice. Mind if I freshen up for a sec? Where's the bathroom?"
"Just down the hall on the right," I said.
"Be back in a few."
In what seemed like an eternity, the bathroom door finally opened and Darius walked out wearing his wrestling singlet, with obviously no underwear or jock underneath it. There was a very noticeable outline of his apparently sizeable cock clearly visible underneath. I took a deep breath as I admired the scenery.
"Dude, you said that your folks were cool and that it was OK for you to bring guys home, so I decided to come prepared. Where can I toss this out?" Darius asked, lifting up the now-empty bottle from a disposable enema.
I burst out laughing. "You did say you were a scout when you were younger, right? Always prepared? Did you get a merit badge for douching? I guess I owe you. Wait here. I'll be down in a couple of minutes."
I ran up to my bedroom. Three minutes later, dressed in my gymnastics uniform, I headed downstairs. In anticipation of what I'd hoped was in store for the evening, I'd taken care of the back door clean-up before Darius arrived.
"I usually wear a really tight jock and try to think of Sister Mary Margaret when I wear this, but you're getting the full treatment tonight," I said. My cock was already stiff and made a straight line from my shorts up under my sleeveless top, stopping just under my breast bone. Darius looked like he was going to faint.
"Oh, my God. You. Look. So. Fucking. Hot," he said breathlessly.
"You honestly took the words right out of my mouth. I don't think I'd ever be able to go to one of your wrestling matches. I'd get arrested for lude behavior just walking around with this hard on in my jeans from staring at you. You've got an amazing body. And that ass is begging to get fucked. I hope I'm not scaring the hell out of you. We don't have to do that if you think I'm too big. I like to get fucked, too."
"I think I'd like to try. But I'd really like to kiss you first. Is that OK?" Darius said.
"That's perfect," I said, as we closed the distance between us and leaned in. Our lips touched lightly at first, then he pulled me in tighter, adding just the right amount of pressure as we kissed sensuously. The feel of his full, soft lips against mine was making my dick throb and my breathing quicken.
"I've wanted to do that since I first saw you at the supermarket," he said. "I couldn't believe my luck when you offered to help me out finding that gochujang paste."
"I'm going to help you find some mangú tonight," I said.
"Wait, I thought we were going for Mexican. Isn't mangú Dominican mashed plantains?" Darius asked.
"That's not the kind of man goo I'm talking about," I laughed. "How about we head upstairs to my room?
"I'm not sure I can even wait that long." Darius reached down and grabbed my ass with both hands. I pulled one of his hands off of my butt and led him towards the stairs. We only made it half way up to my bedroom before he shoved me forward and pulled my shorts off. Within two seconds, he had his tongue buried in my butt hole, while the other hand reached underneath to stroke my cock. This boy knew what he was doing. I was loving every second of it.
Darius pulled his tongue out of my pucker and leaned over further so he could see my face between my legs just beyond the end of my cock.
"You have the most amazing skin. It's like hot silk. Do you wax?" Darius asked.
I laughed out loud, "Nope. I'm just like one of those weird, hairless cats. Just got a whisper of pubes and the curls on my head. Now let's get all the way up the stairs. This is hot as hell, but not the best place to get my ass eaten."
"I've got the otter genes," Darius said. "Iranians tend to be kinda hairy. I wax my legs and arms during wrestling season, but, well, you'll see in a second."
As we reached the top of the stairs, I pulled Darius into another kiss, and reached down to grab his cock through his singlet. Impressive. That's the nice thing about wrestling singlets, nothing left to the imagination. I could already tell he was big and cut, with some pretty impressive balls, too.
After a couple more minutes kissing, drops of pre-cum were seeping through his singlet. I pushed him towards my room. Since I'd left my gym shorts on the stairs, my huge hard-on bobbed back and forth as we walked. Darius was mesmerized.
As we crossed the threshold to my bedroom, I turned Darius to face me and slid his singlet down to his waste to reveal a nicely hairy chest and abs. I ran my fingers through the fur and grabbed onto his pencil-eraser nipples. He smiled and let out a low moan. Tyler has a bit of chest hair, but nothing like this. Eddie and Brandon are smooth. This was a fun, and frankly exciting, new experience for me.
"I love having my nipples played with," Darius said, as I leaned in to nibble on them and feel the hair on my tongue.
Darius reached down to grab my cock and started stroking it with one hand as he ran his other though my hair.
"You have no idea how hot you are," he said. "I honestly couldn't have created a guy who fills my every fantasy more than you do. That incredible body, that amazing ass, your beautiful lips, the freckles, your curly hair, that smile and oh my God, that cock! Can I suck it?"
"Fuck yeah! But can I see what's under the rest of your wrestling uniform?" I asked.
"Oops, forgot about that," he laughed. "I got so into you that I forgot I still had clothes on."
Darius peeled off his singlet to reveal a nice, fat cock nestled in a neatly trimmed bush. It was thicker at the base than at the head and close to 8" long. His egg-sized balls were dangling in his low-hanging sack, which had been recently shaved smooth. His legs below the knees were completely smooth, but his thighs were hairy. When I pulled him in to grab onto his ass, it was hairy, too.
"Turn around!" I ordered. He followed my lead, which revealed his beautifully shaped ass, which was like two furry honeydew melons resting just below his V-shaped torso.
"I told you. I'm an otter. It's like a skinny bear. I've got no gut on me, but definitely enough fur to keep you warm all winter."
"I could get into that. Hey, back to what you asked about before, get down on your knees and suck my dick!" I commanded, feeling unusually bold.
"Yes, sir!" Darius laughed, dropping to his knees to admire the biggest cock he'd ever seen. He grabbed it with both hands as he opened his mouth wide to take me in. He got about half of it into his mouth, before pulling back to service the head. He wagged his tongue back and forth all over my purple glans, creating little electric shock waves of pleasure. Then he pulled back to get another look.
"Honestly, Jaime, this is the most amazing cock I've ever seen. I could cum every single night just jacking off to one of your dick pics, but what's even cooler is who it's attached to."
"I think you're pretty amazing, too. I've never been with a hairy guy before and it's really hot. I mean, smooth is nice, but this is really a turn on. I love your body, too and I can't wait to chew on those nipples. OK, let's shut up and get to it, OK?"
Darius had already shoved my cock back into his mouth and just moaned, "Mmm, mmm" as he pushed more of me into his throat. What he couldn't get into his mouth, he was stroking with his free hand, as his other hand was firmly wrapped around his own cut dick, which was dripping pre-cum as he stroked it. Darius pulled back to take a deep breath, then opened wide, determined to take as much of my snake down his throat as he could. The first time, he gagged a bit and had to pull back, but with another deep breath and a look of determination, he managed to get nearly all of it down his throat, as he continued bobbing up and down on it. This kid was in heaven. And so was I. Darius is a talented and motivated cocksucker.
I lifted him off my dick and to his feet. He gave me a look like a little kid whose lollipop I'd just taken away.
"My turn," I said, as I dropped to my knees and slid his shaft down my throat until his pubes tickled my nostrils.
"Holy shit! So that's how it's done. Let me guess, you've been practicing on yourself. There's no way you could get all of my cock down your throat without a lot of experience and you said you were a virgin until like a month ago, right?"
Not wanting to take his dick from my mouth, I just gave him the thumbs-up sign. He laughed, then drew in a breath as my sucking skills kicked in. I pulled off of him and licked down his shaft until I reached his ample balls, slipping first one, then, carefully, the other into my mouth. It was a bit of a challenge to get them both in there at the same time, and I didn't want to hurt Darius. He didn't seem to mind at all! I slicked up one of my fingers with spit, then slowly circled his furry pucker to see what kind of a reaction I'd get.
"Fuck, yeah! Stick it in me and suck my cock!" He whispered.
I did as I was told, carefully slipping my index finger into his eager hole until I found his prostate. Then I guided his cock back into my mouth and deep-throated him while pumping my finger in and out of his ass. He was pumping out surprising amounts of sweet-tasting pre-cum as I rubbed the insides of his rectum.
"Fucking amazing," he said. "But I don't want to cum yet. Let's rest for a second."
We lied down on my bed and kissed and cuddled for a few minutes. He used his tongue to tease my nipples as he ran his hands inside my thighs and along my taint. Then he went back to masterfully sucking my cock. Taking the lead from me, he slicked up his finger and slowly pushed it up inside me, making me squirm happily. He flipped around so that he could take my cock from above and managed to get all of it down his throat. He pumped his fist in the air as a victory sign, which made me laugh.
I didn't want to cum yet, either, so I pulled him off of me again.
"Wanna fuck me?" I asked. "Are you OK wearing a rubber?"
"Fuck, I'd wear a stinky sweat sock if that's what it took to let me fuck you," he laughed.
I reached into my nightstand and pulled out the lube and condoms.
"You're not the only one who's always prepared," I smirked.
Darius leaned in and kissed me again, as he ran his fingers through my curls. He also has amazingly thick hair and it was really sensual running my hands through his. Then he leaned back, stroked my face and said, "Ever since last Sunday, I've been hoping we'd get to this, but this is even better than I'd imagined."
"You really know how to stroke my ego, but you stroke my cock even better. I'm having a great time. Hey, maybe this sounds a little weird, but would you like to watch me suck my dick while you fuck me. If I throw my legs over my head, it's easy for me."
Darius looked like he'd died and gone to heaven. "Jesus Christ, another box checked from my fantasy list. Self-sucker. Check!"
I lay back on the bed and assumed the position. Darius dove right in, eating my ass and sticking his tongue as far up my butt as he could. After a couple of minutes, he reached for the lube and pumped a good-sized glob onto my hole. He slipped in a finger, then proceeded to add another, then another, until I was nicely opened and frankly, nearly begging for him to stick his cock in me.
He grabbed a condom, rolled it on, then slicked it up with more lube.
"I'll go really slowly, OK? Let me know if I'm hurting you or if you want me to stop," Darius said.
"I've been practicing with dildos for years...and recently, with a few friends. Don't worry, I'll be able to take it," I said.
"Lucky friends," Darius said. Then he placed his dick head against my waiting hole and pushed. Darius' dick is a lot thicker at the base than the head. His dick is almost triangular in shape, so getting the head in was a breeze. He inched forward slowly, clearly checking to make sure I didn't show any signs of pain. By the time he was halfway in, I was starting to get into it and reached down to grab his ass and encourage him to give me every last inch.
"Oh, yeah, Darius. That feels amazing."
Once he started moving in and out, I slipped the head of my dick into my mouth. I didn't have to work too hard sucking myself because Darius' motion kept pushing my cock in and out of my mouth.
Like most wrestlers, Darius has really strong legs and hips and he wasted no time pounding my ass like a champ. With each thrust, pleasure waves washed over my body, descending down my cock shaft and up from my butthole.
"If you cum this way, can you still fuck me later?" Darius asked. "I'd love to watch you shoot your load onto your face, but also want to have you in me, too, OK?"
"I can cum twice in a row. Go for it."
Darius picked up the pace and the pressure, pumping his cock in and out at an amazing speed. I began sucking harder, slipping a hand around my cock to stroke it, too. I could feel the cum surge from my nuts as my orgasm started to build. I squeezed tight to hold off as long as I could. A couple more strokes and bam! I pulled my dick from my mouth and aimed it upward, as my cum blasted out in heavy ropes that landed first on the pillow behind my head, then onto my face and finally, onto my tongue.
Darius looked down and the image of me blasting sperm from my monster cock was all the porn he needed.
"Oh, fuck!" he shouted, as he pumped the condom full of his jizz.
Once his orgasm began to ease, he rolled me onto my side into a more comfortable position, never slipping out of me. I could feel he was still hard. He reached around for a hug and I turned my head to kiss him.
"You have some really lucky friends," he said. "Do they all get this special treatment."
"I've got three close friends that I've fooled around with. I kinda like playing with them. We're really close. Is that OK with you?" I asked, a little concerned about the answer.
"We only just met and I'm a pretty chill guy. If they're your friends, I'm sure they're great kids, too. Nah, I've got no issues." Then Darius paused for a second. "Are they hot? You think they'd maybe wanna do a three-way? I've always wanted to do that."
"Tyler and Eddie are boyfriends, and I'm sure they'd definitely get into a group thing. And, yes, they're both hot. Brandon's a little shy and I'm not sure how he'd feel. And he's super-hot. But yeah, they are amazing friends. I'd like you to meet them. Got plans tomorrow night? We're all invited to a Halloween party. Wanna come?
"Yeah, I didn't really have any plans. I'd love to. Now how about you make shish kebab with my ass and that huge skewer of yours?"
I leaned in and gave Darius a kiss, then I flipped him over on all fours and shoved his face into the pillow. His furry butt cheeks presented themselves to my eager tongue and I dove right in, first circling his pucker with the tip of my tongue until he began to moan. He grabbed his own ass and pulled his cheeks wide, encouraging me to dive in further. Once I got the tip of my tongue inside, he grabbed the back of my head and pulled me in, urging me to explore further.
"I'm ready. Grab a condom and make my fantasy come true," Darius purred.
"I always do as I'm asked," I smirked, "But remember, we've gotta take this slow. You can't just back up on me and expect to take the whole thing at once. I want you to beg for more, not scream for me to take it out, OK?"
"Got it," Darius said.
I rolled on one of my XL condoms, then slathered both it and Darius' furry hole with lots of lube, getting a couple of fingers in there, too, to make sure that he was as slick as possible. I was rock hard and eager as hell to get my meat into that very fine ass. I rubbed the tip over his hole and gave a little push to judge how tight he was. Darius slowly pushed back, making it obvious that he really wanted me inside him. I pushed a little harder and his pucker opened up and invited me in. With the head of my cock inside him I asked him how he was doing.
"Give me a second. The first couple of inches are always the toughest," he said.
Darius took a deep breath and I could feel him relax around my dick. I took my cue and pushed another couple of inches in, then stopped. He put a hand on my hip to tell me to hold up. He took another deep breath and pushed back himself, taking another three inches inside.
"That's it. You just hit the magic button. Give me another second or two," he said.
After about ten seconds, I began to push until about 9" were buried in Darius' butt.
"You, OK, hot stuff? Doesn't hurt too much?" I asked, knowing the kind of pain I could inflict if I wasn't careful.
"Actually, I'm loving this. Are you all the way in yet?" he asked
"Not quite. Another couple of inches. You think you can take me balls deep?"
"I love a challenge. Go for it."
I pushed the last couple of inches into him, moving slowly and carefully until all eleven inches, and then some, were buried in his butt a couple of sphincters deep. I gave him a hug from behind, then reached around and grabbed his cock. It was still stiff as a board, always a good sign that the bottom is having a good time.
"Feels amazing," Darius said. "Unleash the beast."
I gave a little chuckle and started moving in and out slowly. Darius started moaning softly. His moans grew louder as I picked up speed and started to give him full strokes. Within a few minutes, Darius was begging for more, screaming loudly. I pounded away, driving my huge dick deep into his bowels, but I wanted to see his reaction and from this angle, I couldn't.
I stopped for a second.
"Don't stop! Why are you stopping?" Darius pleaded.
"I'm gonna flip you onto your back. I wanna see you beg for it, then I wanna see the cum blast out of your cock."
"Now you're talking!" Darius grinned.
One of the nice things about having a huge cock is that it's easier to flip your bottom over without slipping out. Darius did as I asked and the two of us never came undone. I resumed the ass-pounding and the kid looked like he was in a trance, moaning and writhing like a boy possessed. He did his part squeezing my dick with his ass, getting me even hotter.
"Oh my God!! Oh! Fuck!" he screamed.
I reached down and squirted some lube onto my right hand. I encircled Darius' rock-hard cock and started stroking it in time with my own fucking rhythm. I thought he was going to pass out he was breathing so hard and squirming around underneath my assault on his ass.
"I'm gonna cum! Oh, shit! Oh, fuck!" he screamed as the first volley of spunk flew out of his cock and onto his face. He stuck out his tongue in time to catch the second shot on his tongue. I counted six shots from him before I began to unload in his well-fucked hole, shoving my cock as far into him as I could get it as eight shots blasted out of my dick and into the condom.
Darius was beet red and breathing hard as we both came down from this mind-altering fuck. He pulled me in for a kiss. "I can die now," he said. "Fantasy fulfilled. Jaime, that was amazing."
"I've never seen anyone get so turned on before. Seeing how you reacted got me even hotter," I admitted. I collapsed onto him and waited for my dick to soften up enough to slip out of his hole. We kissed and cuddled for a while, then I heard his stomach rumbling.
He laughed, "Sex always makes me hungry. Still up for Mexican?"
"Hah, that happens to me, too. Absolutely we're going for Mexican. I know this place on Ashland, just west of Andersonville. It's called Taco Naco. Authentic Mexico City-style tacos, gorditas and quesadillas. Cheap and cheery. A quick shower first?" I asked.
"Ugh, yes. I'm plastered in lube and jizz, thank you very much."
***
By 8:30, we'd arrived at Taco Naco. Darius insisted that I do the ordering, so I sent him over to the table while I ordered two tacos al pastor, two tacos de lengua, two tacos de birria and two glasses of horchata. I carried the drinks to the table and sat down, while we waited for the tacos to be delivered.
"The drink is called 'horchata,' I explained. It's rice-based with cinnamon."
"I've had it before and I love it. Good call. Now what did you order?" Darius asked.
"Not telling. The rule is that you have to take a bite first. If you like it, I'll tell you what it is. If you don't...oh, shit, I forgot to ask if there's stuff you don't eat. Do you eat only halal meats?"
"Nah, we're not that religious. We won't serve pork to my grandparents, but otherwise, anything goes," Darius said.
"OK, then. If you're totally disgusted by the taco you bite into, you don't have to know what it is," I said.
"That's a fair deal, but I'm pretty adventurous. As long as it doesn't squirm around when I bite into it, I'll eat it."
"And if it squirms around?" I asked.
"If it squirms around like you did, I'll ask it out on a date," Darius smiled. I laughed.
"What are your parents like?" I asked.
"My dad's a doctor, a dermatologist actually. That explains my perfect skin," Darius laughed. "The first time I got a zit, dad killed it off before anyone else had a chance to notice it. My mom runs an art gallery in Pilsen. It specializes in 'artists of the diaspora,' which I guess means they feature artists who have had to flee their home countries for one reason or another. Some left because of their political views, some because they're LGBT, some just because the country was so poor that they could never survive by being artists."
"Your parents sound really cool, actually. You think they'll have an issue when you come out to them?" I asked.
"I doubt it, but Persian culture still runs pretty deep in the family, and even if they don't have an issue with someone else being gay, when it's your own kid, who knows? I'm sure my grandparents would freak though."
"My grandparents are so amazingly cool. Even my great-grandma is cool with my being gay, and she's 93 and a Holocaust survivor."
"No shit? Wow," Darius said.
"Great Grandma Esther grew up in Berlin in the late 1920's and 1930's. She said her family had gay friends back then. Obviously, that was before Hitler came to power. She was the only one of her family to survive. It's amazing that she not only survived, but still has a sense of humor."
"My grandparents lost family members during the Islamic Revolution in Iran. My grandparents had moved to the US right before the Shah, he was like the king, got thrown out. But they had some relatives who supported the Shah or who were very pro-western and some got rounded up, tortured and killed," Darius said.
"That's so fucked up. It's sad that after thousands of years of history, mankind has never learned just to accept people who are different," I said.
"Does you school teach history of countries that aren't European, I mean except for like the ancient Babylonians, Sumerians and Egyptians?" Darius asked.
"Not really. I had to learn about indigenous cultures of Mexico on my own. Nothing really about African, Asian, Middle Eastern or Latin American history before the 20th century, when we learn about European colonization. Kinda sad. It's like unless it was about white civilization in some way, it wasn't worth talking about.
"Ever heard of Ferdowsi?" Darius asked.
"Nope. Who or what is that?" I responded.
"Who was he?" Darius corrected. "He was the greatest epic poet ever. He lived in the 10th and 11th century and wrote like 60,000 verses in Persian. But no one here has ever heard of him. And you're a smart guy, too."
"Is that what you call a backhanded compliment? I'm smart, but ignorant?" I chided.
"Hah, you're smart and hot. But it's kind of annoying that if they're not Shakespeare or Cervantes or some other European, they don't exist, right?"
"Right! The Spanish destroyed all of these priceless written histories called codices of the Maya and Aztec because they thought the native people were heathens. The only way we know that those histories existed is because some Spanish priests said they did before they were destroyed. By the way, I thought wrestlers were supposed to be dumb jocks. You're pretty fucking smart, too, you know," I said.
Darius blushed. "Actually, I've been named 'Scholar Athlete' three years in a row."
"Not surprised. You know that guys with big brains turn me on, right? Wanna feel me up under the table again?" I asked.
"What? And leave me with no free hands to eat tacos? You know it takes at least two hands to handle that monster snake of yours." Darius paused for a second. "Can I be honest with you?"
"Sure. Did I do something to piss you off? You thought it was a fun, one-night thing, but you'd rather be friends?" I asked.
"Fuck, no! I was gonna say that this was like a dream come true, but I don't wanna come off sounding like a needy, little wimp. But I really do like you. And the sex is amazing. But I don't wanna fuck anything up. I'll shut up now. Anyhow, here comes our order."
My insides were melting. Darius is so cute. He's smart like Eddie, but funny like Tyler and vulnerable like Brandon.
"So, which one should I try first?" Darius asked.
"Try this one," I said. Darius picked up the taco and proceeded to let half of the contents ooze out onto his plate.
"Oh, fuck. Not the best way to make a good impression," he said.
"Turn your head, not your taco," I said. "Use your pinky to prop up the end of the taco to keep the filling from spilling out, then turn your head 90 degrees so that the taco stays straight." Darius followed my directions and took a big bite of the birria taco. He licked his lips and smiled.
"That's delicious. What is it?" he asked.
"Birria. Stewed goat." I replied, waiting for him to turn up his nose.
"Iranians eat goat. I've had it before. Yum. OK. Taco number 2 then.
This time, he had the hang of it and took a big bite of the taco al pastor. He gave a big smile.
"Mmm. Even better. Pork, right? Wait...is there pineapple in there?" He asked, scrunching up his forehead.
"Yup. Spit-roasted, thinly-slice pork in adobo with slices of pineapple. It's called 'al pastor,' which literally means 'shepherd style.'
"The pineapple's really tasty here. Just don't give it to me on a pizza. Bluh," Darius moaned.
I burst out laughing, "You and me will be friends forever. Tyler and I have gotten into fights over pineapple on pizza. People have been executed over lesser crimes."
"OK, let me dig into the last one," Darius said, biting into the taco made with stewed cow's tongue, white onions, cilantro and a spicy green sauce. "You saved the best for last. Simple, but sooooo good. I could eat a few more of this one. Are you gonna keep me in the dark or can I ask?"
"Tongue. Cow's tongue, actually. It gets such a bad rep. I guess people can't handle the idea of sticking a tongue in your mouth that was swishing around in a cow's mouth, but it's fucking super tasty, right? I asked."
"My mom's mom is a huge fan, but I guess it's not so popular with young people. After eating this, I don't get why. It's delicious. Hey, thanks for opening my mind to new tastes. This place is amazing. By the way, I know what 'taco' is, obviously, but what's 'Taco Naco?'"
"It's not something you would have learned in Spanish class," I said. "'Naco' is Mexican slang. It means kind of low class or tacky. I think here they liked the rhyme, but they also wanted to let people know that it's nothing fancy. It's just good, old, Mexican street food."
"Do you know just as much about all of the food from all of your different backgrounds? Darius asked.
"I've been to Mexico so many times that I probably know more about Mexican food than the others, but I like Spanish food and soul food and the food that my Jewish ancestors made, too. I mean, everyone eats, right? So, you can really show people how much you love them by learning about the food that is familiar to them," I said.
"Then we go for Persian food next. I want you to try Tahcheen-e Morgh and Kashkeh Bademjan."
"So, you want to see me again?" I teased.
"Tomorrow can't come fast enough. I guess I'm gonna have to wash my singlet, though. It's probably not a great idea to meet your friends for the first time with cum stains on my costume," Darius joked.
"They think you're going to try to steal me away," I said. "They're kinda nervous about you."
"Actually, I think it would be a lot more fun if we all shared in the fun," Darius smirked. "Hey, you never did tell me what your costume is going to be."
"Isn't it obvious? Sexy elf," I laughed.
End--Chapter 24--"Tripod"