Tripod Chapter 27
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"Tripod" Chapter -- 27
"Two weeks."
"Really!? I mean, I guess I deserve something, but you're grounding me for two weeks?" I whined.
"It's not quite as harsh as it sounds," Dad added. "You can keep your phone. You can go to that volunteer event at the shelter for LGBT youth, but no after-school socializing with your friends for two weeks."
"Jaime," Mom began, "we don't want you to get the wrong idea. We're happy that you've got a group of really close friends now. The old Jaime was afraid to be himself. You're a lot happier now. We both can see that. But you knew that Ashley's mom wasn't going to be home and that there would probably be liquor and drugs. We aren't making this any worse because you did show good judgment by not drinking and you showed maturity in a crisis. I'm guessing your friends are probably not getting away unscathed, right?"
"Well...no. Darius and Brandon are both grounded for two weeks. Eddie's grounded only for a week. His folks saw how much he was suffering over what happened to Tyler and didn't have the heart to give him more."
"What about Tyler?" Dad asked.
My voice pitched up a notch, "Don't you think that getting shot was enough of a punishment? Besides, we're all grounded. Who's he going to hang out with anyway?" I asked.
"Good point," Mom conceded.
***
As usual, Brandon was waiting for me with a bear hug on the school steps on Monday morning. I have to admit that I was still getting used to the new, improved Brandon. That boy is soooo fine.
"Hey, little buddy. Whadya do last night?"
"Watched movies on TV with the rents. No other option. Looks like it's gonna be what passes for fun for the next couple of weeks," I answered.
"Yeah, me, too. Well, at least I'm getting some bonding time with my mom and brother."
"How are they doing?"
"My mom really likes her accounting class, but money's still super tight. My brother's doing a little better. We've been playing video games together. My mom splurged and bought us a used game console. It's gonna be a while before the money thing gets easier though."
"Hey, the important thing is that you guys are getting help and you're there for each other. Are you gonna come out to your brother?" I asked.
"Not yet, but I will. I want him to learn to trust me first. I have to earn his respect. My dad spent years trying to destroy any trust that Braden and me might have had with each other. It was Dad manipulating us in his usual psychotic way. It's gonna take some time."
***
"Good morning, staff and students," announced the wannabe voiceover kid in his usual, disgustingly perky, and ridiculously overmodulated tone. "Just a reminder that we're still looking for volunteers to help prepare dinner next Monday at the shelter for LGBTQI+ kids in Chicago. So, hey, Pumpkin, if you can work wonders with a zucchini like the legendary Jay-me Fine-Cruz, reach out to Mr. Choi. Even if you don't know how to do a number on a cucumber, I bet Jay-me could give you a demo, so be a volunteer. But if you don't know the difference between an eggplant and a taco, you should probably pay more attention in sex ed class."
Boy, this kid was getting on my nerves.
**
Eddie, Tyler, and I had a chance to chat right before chemistry class. Tyler was walking a little slowly and had his left arm in a sling.
"How ya' doin', Ty?" I asked, giving a gentle squeeze to his good shoulder.
He rolled his eyes. "I see why they don't want you to take too many of those magic pills. You can really get hooked on that shit. It was fun while it lasted, but now my shoulder hurts. At least it was my left shoulder and I'm right-handed. I can still keep Little Tyler exercised." He gave me a wink.
"How do we give Little Tyler some inspiration?" Eddie asked. "We're all grounded."
I thought for a second, then blurted out, "Wanna do a group video sex chat? I mean it's not quite the same as the real thing, but better than nothing," I said.
Both of them gave a little, wicked smile.
"But Jaime, how're you gonna get both hands wrapped around the monster if you're holding your phone in one hand?" Tyler asked.
Eddie burst out laughing. Other kids in class turned around to see what was going on.
I looked back slyly and said in a low voice, "I've already got that figured out. I can put my camera steady-mount on a tripod. Then I slip the phone into the mount. It can be programmed to focus on one particular object in the frame. It can even track with the object as it moves. And we all know what that object's going to be."
"You little slut," Eddie laughed.
Tyler waved his right arm around as if trying to lock in on a target, then he started making beeping noises faster and faster as his fingertips honed in on my crotch. "Danger! Danger! It's gonna blow!" Tyler roared in mock terror.
"Isn't that the idea?" I asked. "What did we learn in physics? Point the gun up at a 45-degree angle to achieve maximum distance. We should have a contest to see who can shoot the farthest."
"Just the three of us?" Tyler asked. "I gotta admit, Darius is hot. Think he'd be up for it?"
"Interesting choice of words, babe," Eddie said.
"I bet he would. What about Brandon?" I asked.
"I don't know," Eddie said. "I think he'd be kinda shy, but ask him anyway."
"OK, class. Let's get settled," said Mr. Choi. "Before we begin, I'm still looking for a few volunteers for next week's visit to the shelter for LGBTQI+ youth, so if any of you would like to volunteer, or if you can get some of your friends to do it, I'd be really grateful."
After Mr. Choi's lesson for the day, as we stood up and got ready to walk out, Mr. Choi motioned me over to his desk.
"I can still count on you next week, right?"
I nodded.
"Do you think you can convince some of your friends to join us? We really need the manpower. By the way, what's with that kid who does the announcements in the morning? What's his problem with you?"
I was caught off guard. I took a second to think about it before responding. "Honestly, Mr. Choi, the kid's identity is like this guarded secret. No one really knows who he is, so I can't even go up to him and tell him he's an idiot. I don't even know if he knows who I am. He's just assuming that I'm a girl."
"Maybe you can talk to your guidance counselor and they can convey the message to the people in the office who handle the morning announcements. He's really being disrespectful by mispronouncing your name and misgendering you. I don't know whether he's doing it on purpose or he's just ignorant, but he really should stop it."
"It doesn't bother me that much, Mr. Choi," I lied.
"Really, Jaime? If it were me, I'd want to tell the kid to go pound sand."
"Have I ever told you that you speak amazingly good English for someone who wasn't born here?" I asked.
"Don't change the subject. It does bother you, doesn't it? It's OK to admit that it pisses you off when people do hurtful things to you."
"I guess I've spent most of my life trying not to let stuff bother me. Other kids have given me shi...grief...about my height, about my ethnicity and now, about my...well, you know."
Mr. Choi blushed, then started to fan himself.
I laughed.
"Stand up for yourself," he said. "Don't take shit from some idiot kid who disrespects you. You only get respected when you deserve it and demand it."
***
"Oh my God, Tyler. I'm so sorry for what happened at that party," Seán said, as Tyler took his seat around the lunch table. "I'm guessing you're not going to make it to gymnastics practice for a while."
"You are a genius, Seán," Tyler replied. "I have to let that new piercing in my shoulder heal up before I can get back in the gym. The doctor says it could be a month. Hey, how was your dinner at Connor's house?"
"Weird," Seán replied. "I mean, everyone was nice enough. Connor's brother is really cool. The food was amazing. Connor's mom cooks better Korean food than any restaurant I've ever been to. But his mom and dad were just trying too hard. I could see that Connor was really uncomfortable. I guess it'll just take some time."
"Should you give them some credit for making an effort?" I asked.
"I guess," Seán replied, "I'm sure they're doing their best not to totally freak out over this. In the meantime, Jaime, you think Connor and I could get some alone time in your guest room?"
"Not for the next couple of weeks. I'm grounded. No hanging out with my friends. I can't even invite you guys over to play video games, then sneak away to let you guys play."
"Hey, boys!" Ashley said, as she plopped herself down at the lunch table, impeccably dressed and flawlessly made up, as usual. "Tyler, I really wanted to come over and see how you're doing and to say how sorry I am that this all happened at my place. My mom's scared shitless that you're going to sue us."
"We're cool, Ashley," Tyler responded. "It's not like you invited those assholes in. It's not your fault."
"What did your mom say when she found out?" Brandon asked.
"Well, she found out from the cops, who called her after they forced me to give them her cell number. She got an earlier flight home yesterday morning and just about set off a nuclear bomb when she walked in the house. 'Do you have any idea what you've done?' she said. 'I'm not just Suzy Fucking Homemaker. This shit is all over the news. We could get sued for millions of dollars. If kids' parents find out it's our house and they smell money they're gonna lawyer up.' Needless to say, I'm grounded for the foreseeable future. You're gonna be seeing me repeat outfits for quite a while. My allowance has been cut down to lunch money only. Hey, speaking of money, Brandon, why are your roots showing?"
She pointed out something that frankly, none of the rest of us had paid attention to.
Brandon turned beet red. "I was hoping no one would notice. I gave the rest of the money to my mom. We're really hurting and I wanted to help."
"I'm so sorry, babe," Ashley said, reaching over to hug Brandon. "You know I'd help you out again in a heartbeat, but I'm broke now, too."
"Hey, Ashley, you think you'd be up for helping out at that kids' shelter next week?" I asked.
"Jaime, you are such a good guy for doing that. I can't cook and I've spent way too much on manicures to wash dishes, but if I can help out some other way, sure, I'll do it. It's probably one of the only things my mom will let me out of the house for."
"You can help set out paper plates, plasticware, napkins and help to organize stuff. Mr. Choi's asked me to come up with a menu, but I could use someone to bounce ideas off of, too. You OK with that?" I asked.
"Absolutely. What about the rest of you dudes? Who else is in?" Ashley asked.
"I've been meaning to talk to you about it, Jaime. Connor and I would both like to volunteer," said Seán.
"Awesome," I replied, "what about the rest of you guys?"
"I've got a track meet that day, in Elgin," said Eddie. "So, I can't make it."
"I was planning to go, but wouldn't be much help now," said Tyler, pointing to his bad shoulder.
Brandon looked around sheepishly.
"What about you, Brandon?" Ashley asked.
"I have a family commitment that day," he mumbled.
"Well, push it back," Ashley said. "This is important."
"I can't. My mom, my brother, and me have an appointment with the shrink that night. That's important, too."
"Oh, fuck. I'm sorry, Brandon," Ashley said, "You're 100% right."
***
As we were leaving the cafeteria, I pulled Brandon aside.
"Hey, since we're all grounded and can't get together in person, you think you might be up for a little group sexy video chat tonight at 10:00?"
Brandon smiled slowly. "Who's in the group?"
"Eddie, Tyler, you, me, and maybe Darius. I have to ask him, but I'm guessing he's in, too. We can help everyone get off while we're stuck in sexless hell for two weeks.
"Well, I'm always happy to help a friend in need," Brandon laughed.
***
Me: hey. sup?
Darius: hey stud. not much. getting grounded sucks. my friends say that this is what I get for hanging out with kids from West. 😉_miss you tho._
Me: miss U2. wanna do video sex 2nite@10?
Darius: 🍆🍆🤯_YUP!!!_
Me: 🍆🍆🍆🍆🍆
Darius: ???? I know UR huge, but you're not 5 🍆
Me: LOL. Just 4 ½. Tyler, Eddie & Brandon wanna play too
Darius: 🤣😈🤤 Can't wait. BTW my folks think UR 😎
Me: But do you think I'm cool, too?
Darius: ☃️😘 Sooo cool.
***
I texted everyone with the conference link and reminded them that we had forty minutes, so there was no need to rush. I mean, what teenage boy takes forty minutes to cum? I told everyone to be creative, since we're not just there to get off, but to get everyone else off, too.
My homework that evening seemed to drag on endlessly. But by 9:30, I'd finished a five-page book report and had read chapters on ionic bonding in chemistry.
I went downstairs to say goodnight to my folks, then headed back up to my room and locked the door. I slid the tripod out from under my bed, mounted the camera on the steady mount, and set it to autofocus on a pillow that I placed exactly where my dick was going to be. My ring light was set by the camera so that the star attraction of the show would be well-lit. I also grabbed my laptop and placed it just out of camera range to give me a good view of the conference. Then I reached into my drawer and pulled out my trusty dildo and my bottle of lube. How to look sexy though? I grabbed a bottle of baby oil and slicked up my abs and pecs. I'd wait until we were live to lube up my cock and hole. I figured the boys might like that part of the show. I went and got my best pair of underwear, the ones that looked like they'd been painted on my butt, but had a very ample pouch in the front to keep the monster in its cage until the right moment.
At 22:00 on the dot, I initiated the video link. Tyler and Eddie were already waiting.
"What took you so long!" Tyler shouted. "I've been playing with myself for thirty minutes."
"I'm right on time, dude. 10 o'clock sharp," I said.
"Gotta admit it, Jaime," Eddie said. "I've been thinking about this all day. I've had to keep my jacket on in school all afternoon to cover my hard-on."
"Eddie's got a boner! Eddie's got a boner!" Tyler giggled.
Tyler was laying on his bed shirtless, wearing a pair of boxer briefs, which were seriously tenting. His hard dick straining against the fabric. His cock was clearly outlined, pointing up towards his right hip.
Eddie had opted for a pair of plaid boxers, not very sexy themselves, but because of the loose fabric, his dick was easily able to snake out of the fly. He pulled it out, along with his ample balls.
Darius joined a few seconds later, back in his wrestling singlet, but with his chest and belly exposed.
"Fuck, Jaime, you look so hot," he said. "Did you oil yourself up?"
"How sweet of you to notice," I smirked. I reached down and started to rub my cock inside the pouch. It was pointing downwards. As it began to swell, the pouch began to fill up. The sight of these three guys nearly naked was definitely helping.
"Take it off, boys. Let's see what you got," I said.
Tyler, who had been in no state to take in the scenery the night he got shot, was clearly taken with Darius.
"Jaime, you did say that Darius was smoking hot. You weren't fucking kidding. Darius, love the furry chest. Whatcha packin' down below?" Tyler asked, as he slid off his underwear with his right hand and grabbed his quickly swelling cock.
Eddie was also loving the view. His big cock was now standing at full attention. He decided he'd be more comfortable naked and slid off the boxers. His dick made a distinct "thwap" as it smacked back against his belly.
Darius slid off his singlet and kneeled sideways on his bed so that the full length of his 8" cut cock could be seen. He wrapped his right hand around it and began stroking it slowly. He gave his ass a loud smack with his left hand.
"Fuck that's hot," I moaned. The fabric of my underwear's pouch was strained to bursting. I got up on my knees facing the camera and just as I was about to slide the underwear off, Darius screamed, "Stand back boys, you don't want that thing to smack you in the face."
Everyone laughed. I pulled down the underwear and my 11" snake sprang to attention. I grabbed it with both hands and waved it in front of the camera to moans of approval from everyone.
"Hey, where's Brandon?" Eddie asked.
"Good question. Let me text him," I said. "Don't wait for me. You boys keep going."
I grabbed my phone.
Me: Sup, buddy? You get shy all of a sudden?
Brandon texted back after about thirty seconds.
Brandon: Hell no! Just needed to set up a few things. I'll join in a sec.
In less than a minute, Brandon joined the conference as promised, but unlike the rest of us, he wasn't perched on his bed. He seemed to be down in the basement of his house. Brandon was wearing a t-shirt that looked like it was about to come apart at the seams. Every muscle of his amazingly toned torso was there for viewer enjoyment just beneath the taut fabric. Down below, he was squeezed into the tightest pair of gym shorts, his massive endowment clearly outlined. He'd obviously stolen the t-shirt and gym shorts from his brother, who was easily two sizes smaller than him.
"Howdy boys," Brandon began, "don't you all look delicious," he laughed. "I thought I'd put on a little show for you."
He reached over towards the camera, which was also obviously his laptop and a drum-laden rock music track began to play. Brandon resumed his position and started to move to the beat. He swung his hips back and forth, leaving nothing to the imagination as his rock-hard cock oscillated back and forth in the skin-tight shorts. His hands roamed up and down his belly and he grabbed a nipple through the shirt and started tugging on it. This boy was teasing us and we were lapping it up. As the music grew louder and changed to a higher key, Brandon slipped his hands into the neck of the undershirt and ripped it open, exposing his oiled-up pecks and abs.
The four of us cheered and Brandon smiled, loving the attention.
I reached over and grabbed the lube, pouring a generous glob onto my hand. First, my pucker and then the dildo got slippery, then I drizzled a generous amount on my cock. I threw my legs over my head so that everyone could see my hole, then held the dildo up and pressed it against my hole.
Brandon, kept dancing and screamed out, "Oh, yeah, Jaime, let me see that baby go for a ride in your hot, little hole."
That was all the motivation I needed. With Darius, Eddie, and Tyler cheering me on, I pointed the head of the toy at my hole and slowly pushed it inside. The head of my huge dick was just a couple of inches from my mouth. I turned 90 degrees so that everyone could see both the dildo being pumped in and out of my hole and my dick slipping into my mouth. I reached out with my free hand to stroke my cock. I was still able to watch the video conference out of the corner of my eye on the laptop.
Without missing a beat, Brandon started to tug down on his tiny shorts. The only problem was that his dick was so big and his shorts so tight that he couldn't get them down over his cock. Not to worry. Still gyrating to the music, he turned so that his spectacular butt faced us, he bent over and grabbed the fabric covering his ass with both hands and in one swift motion, ripped it apart, exposing his hole and taint. He swung back around and now there was enough play in the shorts for him to slip them off with one hard tug. His 10" uncut cock sprang up and smacked him in the belly before heading back down into a sexy bouncing action as he continued to dance to the music.
I glanced back over to Eddie, Tyler, and Brandon. Eddie looked like a kid in a candy store, his eyes darting from one participant to the other, not knowing which window was going to give him the next endorphin hit.
Tyler was stroking his cock frantically and screaming encouragement.
Darius looked like he was in shock. "Jaime, I can't fucking believe this. Like a hundred times hotter than I ever imagined. I can't wait until we can do this live. You guys are amazing."
By now, Brandon had turned sideways and was stroking every inch of his huge cock, pulling the foreskin back and forth over the head, then reaching down with both hands to stroke it. "I want you to come suck my huge cock. Take it down your throat until you choke. That's it. Let me see you stroke those monsters. Oh, yeah, that's it. Oh, yeah. I love it. Getting close, fellas. You're getting me soooo fucking hot."
Eddie, who'd been laying on his back, all of a sudden got up on his knees and aimed his big black cock at the camera. "This is too much. I'm gonna shoot." And with that, Eddie shot his load right past the camera. I counted eight shots before the last one hit the lens straight on. Eddie slumped down on the bed but continued to slowly stroke his cock. "Shoot your load for me, Ty."
"That's it, Tyler. Let's see that beer-can dick explode," I said.
"That's one hot cock you got there, Tyler. Can't wait to try to wrap my hands around it," Darius yelled.
"Do it, Ty! Do it! Cum for me, baby," Brandon moaned, still stroking himself and pulling off one hell of a stripper act.
I pulled my dick out of my mouth and lowered my legs down so that my cock stood straight up, hovering 11" over my crotch. "You want this, don't you Tyler? You wanna take the snake all the way down your throat and up your hole, right?"
"OH, FUCK!!!" Tyler screamed. As jet after jet of cum shot out of his dick and onto his belly, his hips bucking up and down with each blast of sperm.
That was the little push that I needed, as I pumped my hole with the dildo and jacked my cock frantically until the jizz flew all over the place. Ten shots blasted out, covering my face, chest, and pillow. I slipped the cockhead back into my mouth as the orgasm subsided, giving myself a last, little tingle with my tongue.
Brandon's head flew backward and his mouth opened wide. He grunted as he shot his load a good four feet in front of him, a slick puddle of cum visible on the floor. He smiled broadly, let out a breath, then turned the music off.
Last, but not least, Darius grabbed his nipple and twisted it with one hand, as he pumped his sizeable fuck stick with the other. "Oh, God! I'm gonna shoot," he yelled. He held out his free hand and blew his wad into it, some of the cum spilling over his outstretched fingers because of the force of his ejaculation. When he was done shooting, he held his hand up and slurped up his load from his palm, then proceeded to lick the rest off of his fingers, too.
"Meeting you guys has been the best thing that's ever happened to me," Darius said. "This was un-fucking-believable. And Brandon, so hot!! I thought you were the shy one. Fuck, you should get paid to do that."
"Well, maybe when he's eighteen," I joked.
"I am eighteen," Brandon said. "I started school a year late. Another stupid move by my asshole dad."
"Brandon, I think we can fix your money problems," I said.
***
The next day at school, I spent some time explaining to Brandon about lighting and camera technique. Then we talked about how often to provide fresh content on a website. I also told Brandon that he could wear a mask if he didn't want his face to appear, but that he was so handsome, he'd make more money if he'd be willing to take the risk. I told him awkwardly that I couldn't help him in person because I was still 17 and I didn't want to put him at any legal risk.
That night, Brandon sat down with his mom. He explained that he knew that they were desperate for money. He was 18 but didn't have the time for a regular job because he was still in school and wanted to graduate with good grades. Then he let the shoe drop. He explained to her that he could make some money doing videos. He wasn't going to have sex with anyone on camera and he was never going to be a prostitute, but he might as well put all the hard work that had gone into building his body to good use. He also explained that he was "big down there" and could make a lot of money.
Faced with possibly losing their house and car, she reluctantly agreed. Then she added, "I'd love to be a fly on the wall when your father reads the letter that I'm going to send him about this," she laughed gleefully.
The first week Brandon made $150. The second week he made $750. By the time Thanksgiving rolled around at the end of the month, Brandon had cleared $4,574, enough to take care of both the mortgage and car payment, with enough left over to get his roots touched up and his hair cut. He really would have something to be thankful for this year.
End--"Tripod"--Chapter 27