Tripod Chapter 29
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Tripod - Chapter 29
Mom, Dad and I sat down to dinner the night following the volunteer event. Since I had been the first one home, I decided to throw together a quick Thai curry over jasmine rice.
"So, who's coming for Thanksgiving this year?" I asked.
"Just your grandparents and Great-Grandma Esther," Dad responded. "My brother and your uncle Julio and their families are at their respective in-laws' places this year. Just eight of us."
"So, it wouldn't be awful if I wanted to invite a few more people?" I asked.
"We've got the room. Who did you have in mind?" Mom asked.
"Well, I met this sweet kid last night at the volunteer event..."
Mom interrupted, "Jaime, don't you already have enough 'playmates'? I mean between Darius, Tyler, Eddie and Brandon? I don't mean to judge, but..."
"God, Mom! No, it's not like that. Hear me out. His name is Asher. He's only fifteen and got thrown out by his parents a few months ago when he came out to them. He's a Chasidic Jew. He's living with a foster family, but he really feels lost. The world he comes from is so different from the one he's living in now. He's had a hard time adjusting. Other kids, even LGBT ones, think he's weird but actually, he's really nice. If it's OK with his foster family, can we invite him? I think he'd really like Great-Grandma Esther."
"Absolutely," Mom said, her tone changing demonstrably, "I think it's a lovely gesture on your part."
"Oh, and can we invite Brandon and his family, too? They've had it really rough and I think that maybe Brandon's little brother and Asher have stuff in common."
"Sure," Mom replied. "It's fine with me. Barry?"
"Sounds good. I bet Brandon's mom could really use a break. Don't forget that it's your year to be head chef. Have you started working on a menu?" Dad asked.
I laughed. "Actually, I was thinking about doing the classic American Thanksgiving menu."
"Oh, God," Dad groaned, "not those disgusting canned yams baked with marshmallows or those frozen string beans with canned mushroom soup. Come on, Jaime, you can do better."
"Oh, come on, Dad. I'm shocked that you'd even suggest that. We've known each other for seventeen years now and you'd think I'd do something like that to you? I'm deeply hurt, scarred even," I said, resting the back of my hand against my forehead and putting on my best fake indignation. "I was thinking more along the lines of roasted camote with a chipotle and piloncillo glaze and sautéed haricot verts and shitake mushrooms with crispy fried shallots and a splash of sherry vinegar. And that's just the sides."
Mom and Dad were in hysterics.
"OK, you've redeemed yourself. A true 21st century take on the classic Thanksgiving," Dad said. "We're looking forward to it."
"According to my calculations, my two weeks of being grounded end on Friday. You think I can invite Darius over on Saturday. I mean, we haven't seen each other for two weeks. It's not like with my other friends who I see every day at school."
"For a kid who's good at math, your calculations are a bit off. Technically, the two weeks are up on Sunday," Mom said.
I groaned.
"But I think we can take off a day or two for good behavior," Mom said. "We've got dinner plans with friends on Saturday, but we're not going far. I'm guessing you guys might like a little time to yourselves after two weeks."
I felt the color rising in my face. "Kind of," I grinned.
"Are you planning on making dinner or going out?" Dad asked.
"I thought I'd make pasta. Maybe pumpkin ravioli with a sage and brown butter sauce for an appetizer. It's fun to make for an audience and not too hard to do. And maybe steaks with a veg for the main dish."
"Steaks are pretty pricey. Where are you getting all this coin, young man?" Dad asked.
"Hanger steak is really tasty and not as expensive as New York strips or T-bones. I've got some cash. Maybe you could help out a kid in need?" I said, giving Dad my saddest pout.
"Oh, brother," Mom snickered, "awards season is just around the corner. 'For best performance in a leading role as a bullshit artist...'"
I laughed.
"Well, you haven't gone anywhere for two weeks. We can give you some cash," Dad said. "What were you thinking for dessert?"
I full-on blushed. "Don't want all that sugar weighing me down."
"Ah, we should have known," Mom said. "You sure that Darius's folks are going to be OK with him staying over? Remember what happened the last time the two of you hung out together. I guess you can have them call us, if it will make for an easier sale. We'll vouch for your good, moral character, but we're not going to lie and tell them we'll be home the whole time. OK?"
"I wouldn't want you to lie. As for my good, moral character...well, I wasn't exactly hoping we'd go out and nurse the sick and feed the starving after dinner, if you get my drift. But don't they say, `charity begins at home'?"
"When they talk about charity for the starved, I don't think they're talking about the sex-starved, Jaime," Dad smirked. "I assume you two haven't been exactly maintaining radio silence over these past couple of weeks, right? I know about video chats and all. We never took your phone away."
"Busted. Guilty as charged. But it's not the same as meeting up in person. And I really like Darius. I could see us getting more serious. The fact that we talk every single day should tell you something, right?" I asked.
"We like him, too. He seems like a really good kid," Mom said. "And I don't think either of us would be sad to see you find a special guy."
"Dad, I'm gonna send Darius your cell number, since you've already met his mom, OK? Remember that when Darius's mom calls you that he's not out to them yet."
"Got it. You guys are just having dinner and hanging out, right?" Dad asked.
"Yeah, that's right."
"I just won't tell them exactly which parts will be hanging out," Dad laughed.
"Not funny. Darius is really nervous about this. He's just not ready to come out yet. Please be careful, OK?"
Dad reached over and gave me a hug.
"Don't worry. My lips are sealed. Darius's secret is safe until he's ready."
***
Me: Free on Saturday night? Wanna have dinner here then me for dessert?
Darius: I hope it's a light dinner. Gotta leave room for that oversized dessert. I'm hoping to feel really stuffed afterwards 😈 My folks may wanna talk to yours first though
Me: OK. My folks are gonna go out for dinner, but will be back early. No unsupervised partying possible. They've already said to have yours call mine.
Darius: Yours R cool with our dessert plans?
Me: 💯 They like U. I like U2
Darius: What about your other sexy friends?
Me: Eddie's gotta go to his sister's play. Tyler's working. Brandon's hanging with his brother. You've got me all to yourself and vice versa
Darius: 🍆🍑😍
***
The next morning, Brandon was waiting for me on the school's steps, as usual.
"Hey, little buddy," Brandon said, smiling broadly. He scooped me up into a bear hug. I'd been watching his level of confidence grow over the past few weeks. It was an amazing sight. "How's it going?" he asked.
He set me back down and I replied, "All's good. I'm going to get together with Darius on Saturday. At least I've been able to see you guys in person for the past couple of weeks, but not him. I really miss him."
"Hey, but our video chats every night have been amazing. So hot! I'll be glad when we can do it in person again, too. By the way, I'm getting huge numbers online. I can't believe it. I might actually be able to help my mom out with some money after all."
"Speaking of your mom, do you guys have plans for Thanksgiving?"
"I think my mom was just going to cook a turkey breast. Nothing special."
"Me and my family would love to have you guys join us for Thanksgiving. You can finally meet my abuela Zyanya. She's the one that got you guys hooked up with social services and stuff."
"Sounds great. I'll ask my mom, but I'm sure she'll be pumped. What can we bring?"
"An appetite. I'm also inviting that kid that I met the other night at the Rainbow Center, Asher. I bet he and your brother would hit it off. I mean, you and your brother weren't allowed video games until just a few weeks ago. Asher's in the same boat. Maybe Braden can help Asher out. Whadya think?"
"Braden's had it tough. He still having problems making friends. Thirteen-year-olds are assholes. Kids don't even want to sit with him at lunch. I think having someone that he could teach would be great," Brandon said.
***
That night I sent a quick email to Asher inviting him for Thanksgiving. Since he didn't have a cell phone, it was the only way we could communicate.
The following day, late morning, I checked my email and got the following response:
"YES!!! I've been checking my email every day for the past couple of days. I hoped you would write to me. I didn't want to write to you because I didn't want to seem desperate, but really, I am. You guys were so nice to me the other night. I went from being a kid in a family of eight to being alone. My foster parents are nice enough, but their kids are all grown up and we don't really relate very well. I'll ask them if I can go to your Thanksgiving. It will be my first. We never celebrated it, since it's not a Jewish holiday. Going to a Thanksgiving dinner isn't forbidden though and I'm still trying to figure out how to keep my traditions, but still fit in. Can you send me your mom's or dad's phone number so that my foster parents can talk to them first? Jaime, you guys were like a gift sent from G-d. I hope we can be friends.
Asher"
I sent Asher my mom's cell number, figuring that talking to a woman would probably seem more reassuring to his foster parents. Then texted my mom to let her know she might be getting a call.
That evening, we'd just finished dinner when my mom's cell phone rang:
"Hi, this is Nayeli."
"Hi, Nayeli. I'm Joan. My husband and I have been taking care of a boy named Asher as foster parents. I guess your son met him the other night and has invited him for Thanksgiving."
"Yes, Joan. We're hoping he can join us. Our son Jaime has told us all about Asher and his background. I think he's really going to like my husband's grandmother."
Joan said, "Our kids have all moved out of state and we were just going to do something small here at home, so Asher wouldn't really be missing much. Can you text me your address? We'll send him in a ride share."
"You don't have to do that. Jaime can pick him up early that morning so that Asher can help in the kitchen. At our house, everyone pitches in on big occasions like this. Send me your address," said Mom.
"Will do. This is so nice of you."
"Just out of curiosity, I know that every foster family has a contact in DCFS, what's the name of your social worker?" Mom asked.
"I always forget her name. She's an older woman. Very short. I think she's Mexican. She has a very unusual name. But she's a powerhouse. Let me tell you," Joan laughed.
Mom smiled, "Could it be, Zyanya?"
"That's her! Zyanya. Have you fostered kids, too?" Joan asked.
"No, I'm afraid we haven't, but Zyanya's my mom. `Powerhouse' is definitely the right adjective." Mom laughed. "Anyhow, she'll be here that day to celebrate with us. If you have any concerns, feel free to give my mom a ring."
"I'm sure that won't be necessary. Thanks for inviting Asher."
A few minutes later, a text arrived on my mom's phone with the address. Chicago, northwest side. Not too far.
***
Saturday couldn't arrive soon enough. Even though all five of us had loved the nightly virtual circle jerks, I was surprised at how much I missed seeing Darius in person. I mean, we'd only known one another for a short time, but he was definitely growing on me.
His mom had called my dad during the week to say hello and to make certain that my folks knew that Darius was coming over. His folks had no issues with mine not being home 100% of the time. Dad had assured Yasmin that he and Mom would be home at a very reasonable hour, long before any self-respecting teenager would think of throwing an unauthorized party. Yasmin also said that they were impressed with my maturity for apologizing for inviting Darius to Ashley's party and that they were teenagers once, too, so all was forgiven.
Darius got to my house at 6:30 PM. I'd wanted him to arrive early enough to watch me cook and to say hi to my folks before they left for their own dinner. As I opened the door, I could clearly see that something was bothering him. He wasn't his usual smiley self.
After exchanging the expected greetings with my parents and making acceptable small talk, he pulled me aside.
"I need to talk to you for a second. Alone."
"Sure. We can run down to the basement. It's quiet down there. My folks will be upstairs in their bedroom getting ready to head out. Are you OK? Did I do something to piss you off?"
"You? Fuck no. I've been looking forward to seeing you for two weeks now."
We walked down the stairs and sat down. I could see that Darius was shaking.
"I know I've told you that my sister and I aren't super close, but we definitely share the same taste in music and we trade playlists and cool songs that we come across all the time. 99% of the time, if she sends me a song that she likes, I'll like it, too. She just sent me a song that's not only not very good, but it's her telling me she knows I'm gay. It's from some obscure Canadian band called Fluffy Toque. Can I play it?"
"Sure, but maybe you're reading too much into this. Maybe she just likes a shitty song for once."
Darius held up his phone and enabled the subtitled lyrics. The tune was mildly catchy, but the lyrics made me cringe:
"I Know Your Secret"
By Fluffy Toque
We haven't always been
the closest you and me
It's not that I don't like you.
We're just different, I can see
I'm not surprised
That you've disguised
The you that's really you
But now I know
You'll have to go
And live a life that's true
But I know your secret
And I won't tell
Until you are ready
To ring that bell
And shout to the world
Just who you are
I won't squeal to Mom & Dad
`Bout that kiss inside his car
A little birdie told me
That she knows about your friends
They act all sorts of masculine
But offer up their ends
For hotter guys
To sodomize
When they get the chance
Are you like them?
Can't wait for when
They'll get into your pants
So, I know your secret
And I won't tell
Until you are ready
To ring that bell
And shout to the world
Just who you are
I won't squeal to Mom & Dad
`Bout that kiss inside his car
It's OK, Bro. We're all cool
Have your friends
At that other school
I'll be here whenever
You just want to talk
But don't you worry, dude
I'm never gonna squawk
Maybe we'll grow closer
When you wanna share
About that closet
You're in, because it's
Tough to be in there.
Yeah, I know your secret
And I won't tell
Until you are ready
To ring that bell
And shout to the world
Just who you are
I won't squeal to Mom & Dad
`Bout that kiss inside his car
©2021 Flapping Lips Music
All Rights Reserved
Darius was sweating. "First of all, that song is way too shitty for my sister to send it to me. If she'd wanted to make a point about Canadian musical acts, there are tons of great ones she could have sent. We've got cousins in Toronto and have spent lots of time there. I mean, if you wanted to rate this song on a Canadian scale, this is like cold poutine washed down with a lukewarm chaser of Timmy's coffee and served at a hockey rink where all the ice has melted. Second, the message is loud and clear: she knows I'm gay."
"That's pretty obvious," I said. "It also seems pretty clear that she's not telling anyone and that she wants to support you. You said you and your sister aren't close, but you also told me that it's just that you don't hang out with the same kids. You guys don't dislike each other, right? I mean you wouldn't send each other songs and stuff if you hated each other. Maybe she should be the first person you come out to who's not LGBTQ+."
"That's easy for you to say. You've got all these cool friends to support you. I don't have anyone."
"I didn't know that any of my friends were gay or bi when I first came out. They came out to me later. I came out by myself on social media. I mean I'd already told my parents, who'd kind of figured it out anyway. But I just came out to the world. I thought it would help draw attention away from the fact that everyone had just heard about my 11" cock. It kinda worked, actually.
"And what do you mean you don't have anyone? Just because we don't go to your school doesn't mean we're not there for you. Isn't it obvious that Tyler, Eddie and Brandon all really like you? They were ready to hate you when they first met you and now, they're like your number one fans. Dude, your dad's a doctor and your mom's an art dealer. Those aren't exactly the type of folks to hate gay people. Have you ever heard them say anything outright homophobic?"
"No, but I haven't heard anything to tell me their supportive either."
I gave Darius a hug, then pulled him in for a kiss. "Your sister already knows. Officially come out to her. It will be good practice for coming out to your folks. Do that when you're ready. In the meantime, who are your friends at school? Don't you have a best buddy? You've never really talked about your friends with me."
"My best friend is a kid named Jacob. We've been friends since middle school. He's got this steady girlfriend, so we don't hang out as much as we used to, but we still have lunch together most days. He's been asking how come I was hanging with guys from West so much. I told him that my folks know your folks, which is kinda true, and that you'd introduced me to some of your friends and that they were cool guys, athletes like me. I kinda left out the part that they're also hot as hell, hung and amazing fuck buddies." Darius smiled for the first time since he'd arrived.
"You think he'd turn on you if he knew you were gay?" I asked.
"Doubt it. He's got two mommies."
I laughed out loud.
"His mom and dad split when he was a baby. His mom's been with her wife now for fifteen years."
"Then why don't you come out to him then?"
"I don't know. I think you know that I'm usually pretty confident. I like to be in control, but not in a bad way. I'm not a control freak. I just am always conscious of what's going on and what my options are. Good lawyer prep, I guess. But coming out is scary as shit. Look what happened to your friend Connor. Look at that kid Asher. They both got thrown out. I have too many plans made to have it all get fucked up by coming out and getting rejected by my parents or friends."
"Do you really think that would happen? I mean Tyler, Eddie and Brandon were all scared shitless to come out to their parents. Tyler and Eddie had to do it under pressure because they were about to get outed online. Their parents couldn't have taken it any better. Eddie's mom said she already knew. Tyler's mom turns out to be bi herself."
"Yeah, but they didn't grow up in a Persian family."
"Darius, your folks were born here. They're part of the real world here. They're not very religious. They're not locked away from the rest of the world, like Asher's folks are. I'm sure they interact with out gay people all the time. Do you really think they'd throw you out?"
Darius took a second to think. "No, I don't. But there's always that possibility."
"Nothing in life is ever 100% certain, except death and taxes, right? Wouldn't it be great not to have to hide? I can say with my limited experience that my life is so much better since I came out. I know that Eddie, Tyler and Brandon all feel the same way. Even Connor is happy that the whole ordeal is behind him. Asher's experience is an exception these days."
I gave Darius another hug, this one really tight.
"Let's go make dinner. I want to make you something special. Then let's go fuck our brains out."
We walked back up to the kitchen. I grabbed all of the ingredients out of the fridge and organized them according to the dish they belonged to. The pumpkin ravioli starts with the pasta dough, which I knocked together in a few minutes.
"Do you have an idea how hot you look kneading pasta dough?" Darius smirked.
"The dough's gotta rest for at least half an hour before I can roll it out. We can get these zucchini cut up in the meantime. Wanna help?" I asked.
"There's another zucchini in the room, a lot bigger than these ones, that I'd rather get my hands on."
"My folks should be heading out soon. Let's stick to the green zucchini until they're outta here, OK?"
"A boy can dream, right?"
"I'm kinda surprised that you're so scared about coming out. The way you handled Tyler getting shot, the way you handled the press afterwards, you have confidence oozing out of you," I said.
"I get it, but I guess that inside everyone, no matter how much they seem to have their shit together, is a scared, little kid who just wants to be loved and accepted. The thought of losing that is fucking awful."
"You know, I wasn't always this self-assured sex bomb you see standing before you," I said.
Darius gave up a small chuckle.
"Until a couple of months ago, I was really shy. I was afraid to let anyone in to see the real me. I was disgusted by a dick that was at least twice as big as most kids', I felt like I was inferior because I'm so short and I'm gay and I was ashamed that I couldn't just say, `I'm black' or `I'm Jewish' or `I'm Mexican,' but always had to explain my background. Then, something just clicked in my brain, with a lot of help from my family and friends. I finally realized that each person is unique and those differences should be celebrated. Not everyone will see that, but most can. A whole world opened up for me. I stopped worrying about what everyone thought of me because at the end of the day, what matters is what I think of me. We've only known each other a short time, but I can already see that you are an amazing person. When you come back for your high school reunion in twenty years, I know that people will be talking about you in a good way. I have no way of knowing if you and me will still be hanging out together then, but I know that I'll be able to say, `Yeah, I knew Darius when he was just an anonymous kid. Now look at him.' I guess what I'm trying to say is that there's a 99% chance that your life will be better if you stop trying to hide who you really are."
Mom and Dad appeared in the kitchen on their way out and caught the two of us just kind of looking at one another in silence."
"I'm sorry. You boys OK?" Mom asked. "You're not being your usual chatty selves."
"I just wanted to tell the two of you that you've got an amazing kid here," Darius said. "He knows just what to say to make a guy feel better."
"Yeah, we think we'll keep him," said Dad. "Is everything alright, Darius. Anything that we could help you with?"
"Nah, I just have a decision to make and Jaime made the path forward a lot clearer."
"Are you thinking about coming out to your folks?" Mom asked.
"Yeah," Darius mumbled.
"Only you can know when the time is right. But I'm betting your parents think you're an incredible kid and that they're lucky to have you as a son. I doubt that will change. But if you decide to come out and it doesn't go exactly as planned, you can count on us to help in any way we can," Dad said.
Mom nodded in agreement. Then reached over to give Darius a hug.
"We shouldn't be back too late. Probably by 10:00 at the latest. Enjoy your dinner...and dessert," Dad said, winking.
I grabbed the pasta dough and rolled it out as thin as I could. We've got these ravioli forms that make it easy to make ravioli. Because the filling for pumpkin ravioli is kind of thin, you can't just scoop the filling onto a sheet of dough because it would ooze over the sizes. The form lets you create indentations in the dough that the filling sits in perfectly. In fifteen minutes, the ravioli was finished. I just needed to drop them into the pot of boiling, salted water I'd already set on the stove, then cook them just for a minute. From there, they got tossed in browned butter, sage and chopped pecans.
"I feel like I've just been watching a cooking show with the world's hottest host," Darius smiled. It smells amazing.
We sat down and dug in. The nutty brown butter perfectly complimented the spicy sage. The pecans gave just the right crunch to contrast with the silky-smooth pumpkin-filled pasta.
"Unbelievable! This is the best pasta I've ever tasted. Seriously. And you'd do all this work just for me?" Darius asked.
"You're not that special. I've cooked this a bunch of times before," I said.
Darius looked like I'd punched him.
"I'm kidding! It's not hard to make. But you are special. By the way, how do you like your steak cooked. Think long and hard before you answer, because if you tell me that you want it well done, we're through."
"What the fuck? Why would you say that?" Darius asked.
"Because some animal gave up its life for you and the least you can do is not turn its meat into something dry, tough and virtually inedible. Have some respect," I snarled.
He burst out laughing, "Medium rare is fine."
We polished off the steaks and sautéed zucchini while talking about everything and nothing. I didn't circle back to coming out.
Darius cleared the dishes and set them, along with the pots and pans, into the sink. As I washed, he came up behind me and nibbled on my left earlobe. That sent a tingle down my spine.
"Let me at least get everything washed first," I chuckled.
"Nope. You keep washing. I'm gonna do what I wanna do."
As I scraped the plates and got them into the dishwasher, then worked on getting the pots and pans washed, Darius kept kissing the back of my neck. By the time I'd gotten to the last frying pan, he'd managed to get my jeans down around my ankles and was massaging my butt through my underwear.
"I'm never gonna get tired of seeing that ass of yours," he said. "That's perfection."
"Wait `til you meet Seán. His ass is textbook. I've seen more than a couple of people walk into doors or walls while staring at his butt."
"I like the one I have here. I wanna fuck you on the dinner table" Darius smirked.
"I think that's a scene that always looks hotter in porn than it feels in real life. Let's head up to my bedroom. Nice mattress. Lots of lube and tissues."
Darius grabbed my underwear and slid it down to my ankles in one move. He dropped to his knees, reached around to grab my dick with both hands, and plunged his tongue into my hole. I gasped at the sudden intrusion.
"I guess we can get things going down here," I chuckled.
Darius was really skilled, sending shockwaves through my lower body with each flick of his tongue. By now, my cock was fully hard and Darius was pumping away at it from behind.
I was loving the attention, but wanted to return the favor.
"Stand up," I commanded.
Darius looked like a kid who'd just had his lollypop taken away, but he did as I asked.
I pulled him in and kissed him hard, then slid my tongue into his mouth, where his and mine danced together in a sensuous ballet. Still holding the kiss, I got his jeans to drop to the floor, then did the same with his boxer briefs, unleashing his 8-inch, cut, light brown cock and baby-smooth nut sack.
Now, it was my turn to drop to my knees. I flicked my tongue over his beautiful cockhead while my hands cupped his nice-sized balls.
"Did a little manscaping, I see. Looks nice. I'll have to give them a taste."
I slipped first one nut, then the other into my mouth. It was a tight fit, but I gently sucked on them as I stroked his cock. I let the balls slip from my mouth so that I could slick up a finger, but instead of sticking it in Darius, I slipped one into my own butt, moaning as it entered.
"Oh, yeah, get ready for this big cock in that hot-as-fuck ass of yours. You want me to fuck you good and hard, don't you?" Darius purred.
"I've been thinking about it for two weeks now. Come on. Let's go upstairs."
I grabbed Darius by the cock and pulled him up the stairs. We'd left our jeans and underwear on the kitchen floor. I pushed him onto the bed, grabbed the lube and a condom. I slid the XL rubber onto his rock-hard cock, then slicked it up with a generous glob of lube.
"Wanna get me lubed up?" I asked.
Darius grabbed the tube out of my hand, squirted a good amount onto his fingers, then slipped the head of my dick into his mouth as he gently slipped a finger into my butthole.
He kept stroking his own cock, as more and more fingers on his free hand found a nice, warm hiding place in my rectum. He was managing to get more and more of my cock down his gullet at the same time. I'd almost forgotten how talented this kid was.
I was so turned on that I started riding his fingers, but I didn't want to stop there. I reached down and slipped his fingers out of my hole as I grabbed a hold of his cock and positioned myself, cowboy style, right over his pole. By now, I was open and ready and sat down on it, balls deep, in one move. Darius gasped.
"You like that? Don't you? You know what? I like it, too," I smirked. "I'm gonna ride you like a fucking race horse."
As I bounced up and down on Darius's dong, he'd slicked up my own cock and was stroking it with both hands. Then, he let go with one hand so that he could grab a nipple and give it a twist. It only made me hotter. But then he did something I wasn't expecting. He took his free hand, stroked the side of my face, looked me straight in the eyes and said, "There's nowhere I'd rather be in this whole world than with you here, right now." He pulled me down into a kiss that felt like he was trying to pass his soul into my body. It only lasted for a few seconds, but it felt as though the world had stopped just for us.
He let his hand slip from my face and went back to stroking my cock with two hands as I rode him into the home stretch. Within a couple of minutes, he was breathing really hard and thrusting his hips up to meet mine on the downstroke.
"I'm gonna cum," he whispered softly, not wanting to break the mood. As his cum flooded out and into the condom. He grabbed me and shoved me down hard onto his cock. "Feed me yours!" he said, as he stroked my cock hard with both hands. I was already close, but between his hands moving furiously up and down my fuck pole and his big dick rubbing against my prostate inside my ass, it didn't take much time for me to fulfill his wish. I shot nine volleys of hot leche right onto his face and into his open mouth.
"Now that's the kind of dessert I was talking about," he laughed, as he scraped the sperm that had landed on his face onto a finger and inserted it into my waiting mouth.
"Homemade. The very best kind," I smirked.
We lay there in the afterglow for a few minutes until his dick softened up enough to slip out of my hole. He grabbed the used condom, popped into the bathroom and disposed of it, while taking a piss.
Darius walked back into the room and said, "I hear this place has a couple of dessert courses. I'm not quite full yet. I know where I have just enough space for the oversized cannoli."
"Oh, brother," I laughed and rolled my eyes, but then totally got into it.
"Good evening, sir, my name is Jaime and I'll be your pastry chef tonight. We have a very special cannoli as your final dessert course for you, hot out of the oil and stuffed with a unique cream filling. There are two proper ways to consume this special dessert. You can either suck out the cream filling while inserting the pastry shell deep into that salivating mouth of yours or you can warm it up in that special little furry oven you have out back. That will cause the cream filling to expand and explode out, filling you with extreme pleasure."
"Mmm. Can I start with method one and then move to method two?" Darius smirked.
"Excellent choice, sir."
Darius got down on his knees and started licking the head of my cock. It only had had a few minutes to recover, but was already starting to chub up. He let the head slide between his lips and into his warm, waiting throat, working up a nice rhythm that definitely got my motor started up. How did I ever get so lucky to find fuck buddies who could deep throat nearly my whole 11-inch cock? I guess this is what happens when you have friends who are competitive overachievers. They just keep working at something until they get it right.
I was definitely loving this attention, but kept sending silent signals to Darius, stroking his face, running my fingers through his hair and rubbing his shoulders, letting him know that I didn't just think of him as a service station.
"I think I've really enjoyed method one, but I think it's time to slip that cannoli into my special, little oven. Is there a position where I can best savor it?" Darius inquired.
"On your back with your legs over your head. That way, I can watch your face to see if you're loving this dessert."
"Perfect," Darius replied.
He grabbed the lube and squirted a big glob into my hand. I leaned down and kissed him passionately as I slicked up his hole and slid a couple of fingers inside. Once I felt his sphincter start to relax, I added a third finger, getting him ready for the monster.
"You ready?" I asked.
"This is the best restaurant ever. Such amazing service. Can't wait for this course," he smirked, as he flipped his legs up over his head, giving me easy access to his hairy, tight hole.
I slipped on the condom, slicked it up and pressed the head of my cock up against his eager hole. Inch by inch I worked my way up into him, pausing along the way for him to get used to it.
"Are you enjoying this course, sir?" I asked.
"Enormously," he giggled. "I want more."
I slid the last couple of inches into him as he sucked in a breath. Slowly at first, then with increasing speed, I began moving in and out of his eager hole. Not one to just lay there, Darius pumped his hips to get me as deep into him as possible, my huge balls slapping against his furry melons. Soon, I was banging away like a madman as Darius screamed for me to give him more. Like 11-inches wasn't enough? What a glutton!
Darius was writhing around groaning and screaming to fuck him harder. I was giving it my best.
"Fuck yeah!!" he screamed as shot after shot of his cum blasted out of his dick and onto his face, the pillow and the headboard. "Don't stop!! Keep going. Give me that cannoli cream!" He squeezed his ass muscles hard around my dick, increasing the unbelievable pleasure I was already feeling.
"Oh, God, here I go!" I screamed, as I pumped my load up his ass in ten squirts, my body bucking with each wave of pleasure.
Once we'd both come down from the orgasm, I slipped from his hole and lay on top of him, nestling my nose in his hairy chest.
"That was fucking amazing. This is definitely a four-star restaurant," Darius said.
"They only give out a maximum of three stars," I giggled.
"Not anymore," he said, leaning in for a kiss.
We'd started to doze off in each other's arms, when there was a knock at the door, scaring the shit out of both of us.
"Hey, guys," Dad said, "glad you're enjoying yourselves. I've left your pants and underwear outside the door. You might need them."
"Thanks, Dad. Goodnight."
After I'd heard his footsteps fade down the hallway, I cracked the door open and retrieved our clothes.
We went and brushed our teeth, got back into bed, and cuddled together until we dozed off into a deep sleep.
***
Darius headed home after I made him breakfast the next morning. It was obvious the thoughts he had been having the evening before had returned to his mind.
I had a report due the next day at school and some other homework to get done, so I just decided to spend that Sunday at home.
At 4:35 PM, a text message hit my phone:
Darius: RU Home?
Me: Yup. UOK?
No response.
Fifteen minutes later the doorbell rang.
I opened the door and let Darius in. He looked like he'd been through a war. Not physically, just emotionally.
"Oh, my God. What happened?" I asked.
Darius walked in and sat down.
"It's done."
"What's done?" I asked, worried.
"I came out to my family."
"Well, you don't have your clothes with you, so, I'm guessing you didn't get thrown out."
"No. Not at all. I sat everyone down after lunch. My sister included. I said, `I have something important to tell you. I've been trying to figure out the best way to tell you, but there really is no best way.' My sister looked over at me and gave me a little smile, like she was trying to encourage me.
"I said, `There's something I've known for a long time, but have been afraid to tell you because I didn't know how you'd take it. But it's just as stressful not telling you.'
"Then my mom interrupted me and asked, `Is Jaime your boyfriend?' I was just caught off guard. I said, `Ugh, kind of.' I expected all hell to break loose and for them to curse you for corrupting me. And you know what my mom said? `He's a very nice boy. You really couldn't have done better. Now let's not bring this up to your grandparents for a while, OK? As far as we're concerned, and I don't want to speak for your father, but I will anyway, you've always made us incredibly proud of you. We only want you to be happy and successful and have someone who you love and who loves you. OK?' Then my mom, dad and sister gave me a big hug and that was that.
"Later, I came out to Jacob in a text message. He was like, `Yeah, whatever. No biggy. Love ya, dude.'
"So, I ran over here `cause I wanted to see if you'd be my boyfriend for real, officially," Darius grinned, the weight of the world taken off of his shoulder.
"Fuck yeah! Of course, I'll be your boyfriend. But let me ask, and I know this is kind of weird timing, but does that mean that you want me exclusively? No more playing with Eddie, Tyler and Brandon?"
Darius looked at me like I'd just come from another planet, "Of course not. I love those guys. The sex is so hot. But you're my special guy. Got it?"
"Got it." I leaned in and kissed him as if my life depended on it.