Tripod Chapter 32
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Tripod - Chapter 32
On the day after Thanksgiving, my folks met with Joan and Will. The meeting couldn't have gone better. Joan and Will said that they were happy to provide foster care for kids in need, but on more of a short-term basis, meaning up to a year, and that giving Asher a permanent home should be everyone's goal.
Once that became clear, they got Abuela Zyanya on a call to get the ball rolling. She said that she'd do everything in her power (and knowing Abuela, that meant moving heaven and Earth) to get an official transfer of guardianship into the books as soon as possible. In the meantime, Asher would need to stay at his current school.
Abuela wasted no time in emailing the forms to my mom so that the application to become foster parents could be processed immediately. She insisted that the volumes of paperwork and supporting documentation be delivered back to her by 9:00AM on Monday (less than three days later).
My parents would need to be fingerprinted. Abuela called in a favor at a Chicago police precinct to get that done over the Thanksgiving weekend. She also called a contact at the FBI's Chicago office to see if she could get the FBI office in West Virginia to rush the national background check through. Even with Abuela figuratively kicking asses to get things moving, bureaucracy still took time. She probably would have literally kicked a few asses if it could have sped up the process, but she swore that she couldn't make it go any faster.
Asher sent an email the following Wednesday. It would probably be his last one to me, since he was going to get a cell phone from Dad on Friday and then we'd be able to communicate like normal kids, sending text messages. I mean, who under the age of eighty sends emails these days?
To: Jaime
From: Asher
Subject: Next Steps in My Life!
Hey, brother!
Can't wait to get back home on Friday. I miss you guys so much. I hate this school. I've been here for four months. No friends. I eat alone every day. I get picked on for being different. I hope it's different at Evanston West.
I've been thinking a lot about what you told me, about deciding what to keep and what to let go of. So, here's what I think:
I never want to give up being a Jew. I'm proud of my heritage and how we have managed to survive even after so much hate and prejudice against us.
But I'm also proud to be out and gay.
I'm not going to let the two things fight against each other in my brain anymore. I mean, we don't throw rocks at people for adultery anymore even though that's what it says to do in the Torah, right? Who says that I need to follow all of the rules all of the time to be a good person?
So, you want to know what that really means for me?
It means that I'm going to take the L to your house on Friday after sundown with my clothes in my backpack and not feel bad about it. (On Shabbat, you're not supposed to drive or use transit or carry your possessions out of or into your house.)
If your folks are OK with giving me a little money to buy some better clothes, I'd like to go shopping with you on Saturday. (You're not supposed to handle money on Shabbat either.)
And, I'd like to eat something that's not kosher. I'm not talking about eating a kosher chicken, then not waiting a full six hours to eat ice cream. (I already cheated sometimes anyway.) I want to eat something that's forbidden entirely. Can you surprise me? I mean, nothing really disgusting like lizards or cockroaches, but something you like and eat and want me to try.
If I do all that, and G-d doesn't smite me (ha ha), maybe I can start to know what it's like to be a regular kid in your world. There are plenty of Jews who don't really follow all the rules but still are proud to be Jews. My (former) dad used to say that they weren't really Jews, but who is he to decide?
I guess it's kind of like the trans women I met at the Rainbow Center. If they know they're women, what gives anyone the right to tell them they're not?
You think maybe you could invite Ashley to come shopping with us? You said she's really good about that kind of stuff. Maybe I can learn from her.
Can I meet your boyfriend Darius, too? He must be really special to make you so happy.
Maybe I can hang out with Braden on Sunday? I'd like to start learning algebra and I loved playing video games with those guys.
I know, I talk a lot. Thanks for listening. I can't wait until Friday. You're my hero.
Asher
To: Asher
From: Jaime
Subject: Re: Next Steps in My Life!
I know things are pretty shitty at school for you right now, but I promise that you won't eat lunch alone here. My grandma is pushing things through as fast as she can. I'm sure in just a few weeks, you'll be here full time. I'll introduce you to kids at Evanston West. You're really a nice, funny kid and if they take the time to talk to you, I'm sure you'll make friends here. There are also plenty of Jewish kids at our school, they're just not as religious as you.
It sounds like you've got stuff all figured out. Only you can know what's right for you. And you don't have to make changes all at once, either. Just whenever you're ready. No one can decide that for you.
I was going to spend Friday night at Darius's house, but maybe he can stay at our house on Friday night so you can meet him. Then I can spend Saturday night at Darius's place after we all go shopping on Saturday. I'd like you to have some time alone with Mom & Dad. For an old guy, Dad's really good with technology. I bet he'd like to show you some tips and tricks on your phone.
Let me talk to Ashley about shopping and then to Brandon about hanging with his brother. I'm guessing that Ashley is going to jump at the chance to do another makeover, only this time she's not going to be able to hit the designer stores. She'll get over it. LOL.
Please take care. I'm looking forward to being your bro full time. And I'll cook up something treif and delicious.
Jaime
I sent off my reply and surprisingly, got a response right away.
To: Jaime
From: Asher
Subject: Re: Re: Next Steps in My Life!
What's LOL?
Asher
OMG, this kid really was from another planet. I shot off my response then sent a text to Ashley:
Me: Hey, Fashion Goddess. Wanna do another makeover? Free on Saturday afternoon?
Ashley: Hey, Sexy Elf. Sounds like fun. I'm finally not grounded. Who's the victim?
Me: That kid Asher from the Rainbow Center. He's moving in with us!
Ashley: No shit? Wow, let me pick up a halo for you while we're out shopping. What's the budget?
Me: Not sure yet, but you're going to have to try not to gag as we rummage through the racks at the discount stores. I mean, the kid has worn nothing but white shirts and black pants since he was out of diapers. Anything you come up with will be an improvement. Even the one pair of jeans he owns is lame
Ashley: Gotta leverage this one with my mom. I'll let her know that her spoiled daughter is doing more charity work. LOL. I bet they don't even offer you a cappuccino or a mineral water at the stores where you're thinking about shopping
Me: No, but they do have these nice old people who are greeters
Ashley: OH GOD, NO!! Not there! I've seen some of the memes. Trailer trash is a step up for some of those shoppers. Maybe there's a middle ground? I'm breaking out in a cold sweat
Me: ROFL. Yeah, we can talk about it. You won't have to stand in line at the register anyway. We can send you for a macchiato while we wait to pay. Darius is coming too. He's officially my BF now.
Ashley: Lucky you. That boy is a snack. Doesn't have a straight older bro, does he?
Me: Nope. Younger sister.
Ashley: It was worth asking. CU on Saturday
Then it was Brandon's turn:
Me: Hey, you hot stud! You making enough with your videos to buy a mansion yet?
Brandon: Hey, little (very, very big) buddy! Not quite, but at least we can keep the house and the car and maybe I'll have some left over to buy Xmas presents.
What's up?
Me: Think Braden would be up for getting together with Asher on Sunday? The kid really wants to learn algebra. Can you believe it?
Brandon: I already know Braden would love to. He keeps asking me when Asher is coming back. Believe it or not, Braden likes math. I definitely missed out on those genes
Me: Cool. Maybe we can all grab a coffee before I take Asher back to his foster parents' place on Sunday night?
Brandon: Sounds good. TTYL
***
Asher showed up at the door as planned at 6:00PM on Friday. Mom and Dad had both been working downtown that day and weren't home yet. Asher silently hung up his coat in the front hall closet, set his backpack down on the floor and, without saying a word, pulled me into a hug.
"Hello to you, too!" I laughed, the air practically squeezed from my lungs by the force of Asher's embrace. But something wasn't right. Once Asher released his grip on me, I took a step back and saw that he'd been crying.
"I thought you'd be happy to see me," I said.
"I've never been so happy to see anyone in my life."
"What's the matter? Why are you crying?" I asked.
"I haven't told you everything that's been going on. I didn't want to seem like I was this weak, helpless baby."
Asher took a step back and unbuttoned his shirt.
Both of his shoulders were discolored with the greenish and purple remnants of bruises. There were welts across his chest where it looked like he'd been beaten with a belt. The outline of where a belt buckle had whipped against flesh was etched into his left pec. And around the base of his neck, the red impressions of fingers belied the stranglehold that had been inflicted on him. On his back in black marker was scrawled, "JEW SCUM."
I gasped. "Asher! What happened? Should I take you to the hospital?"
Asher shook his head.
At that moment, Darius opened the door and let himself in.
Asher quickly began to button up his shirt.
"Stop!! Let me get photos," I blurted out.
"Jeez, Jaime, I didn't take you for the kiddy porn type," Darius snickered, but sensing the serious tone in the room, shut up instantly and walked over to see what was going on. He gasped.
"Oh, shit. I'm so sorry," he said.
"Asher, we need to get pictures for the police report," I insisted.
"What!!?? NO!! If anyone at school finds out that I had those kids arrested, I could be dead. Please, just let me stay here. I can't go back to that place. They grab me every day, throw me into the bathroom, and beat me up. Today they choked me until I almost passed out. Then, they called me a dirty Jew. I don't even want to think about what would happen if they knew I was gay, too. Maybe your grandma can help? Please, Jaime. PLEASE!!"
Asher buttoned up his shirt.
I just stood there stunned for a minute, the rage building inside me, until the slam of a car door snapped me out of it.
"Hi, boys!" Mom shouted as she strolled in the door, but within an instant, she too sensed something was wrong.
"What's going on? What happened? You look like you've been arguing."
"No, Mom. I'm not angry at Asher. Asher, take off your shirt."
Asher shook his head. A look of shame gripping him. "I can't. Please don't make me."
"Asher," Mom said, "I'm your mom now, not a stranger. It's OK. We can't help you if you don't share with me. Do you have some skin rash or pimples or..."
Asher unbuttoned his shirt and took it off.
"Oh my God!" Mom cried. "Who did that to you? How long has this been going on?"
"Some kids at school. For more than a month now," Asher croaked.
"Oh, Asher. I'm so sorry." Mom walked over and took him into her arms. "We need to have those kids arrested and prosecuted. This goes beyond bullying. It's assault. They should go to jail."
"Can I please just stay here? Maybe there's something that Ms. Cruz can do to help out. I can't go back there."
"Mom, this is a hate crime. They beat him up because he's Jewish. They scream antisemitic stuff at him while they kick the shit out of him. Isn't there some emergency transfer that Abuela can do? Maybe they can send his school assignments and he can finish them here just like if he was sick, right?"
"Asher, I'm sorry to ask you to do this, but Jaime needs to take pictures of this before anything starts to fade away. Jaime, get detailed photos. Then email them to my mom and me. Once you're done with that, you might as well get started cooking dinner. We're going to have to eat anyway...You may want to make a little extra. I suspect my folks will race up here after I call them. I'm going to call Abuela Zyanya right away.
"Hi, Darius. Sorry for ignoring you," she added, planting a kiss on his cheek.
"No problem, Nayeli. I understand completely," he replied.
Asher started crying again, but Mom and I held him for a couple of minutes until he stopped. Mom went into the living room to make her call. I took the photos and emailed them from my phone to Abuela and Mom.
I grabbed Asher's shirt and helped him into it, then I buttoned it up for him. I reached over to him and held his face in my hands. Then, I kissed him on the cheek. "It's gonna be OK. It's over. Those sick fuckers are never gonna see you again. I'm sure of it. Come help us make dinner, OK?"
Asher sniffed, nodded, and followed me into the kitchen. We were going to make garlic and parmesan-crusted salmon. Easy and kosher. Roasted Brussels sprouts with a tahini dressing and Basmati rice with pine nuts and raisins would complete the meal. Luckily, I'd planned on having some salmon left over to throw over a salad for lunch the next day, so there'd be plenty to feed my grandparents that evening. We'd just need to make some more rice.
As Asher trimmed and halved the sprouts and Darius started on the rice, Dad walked in the door, "Well this is a lovely image, two brothers and a handsome boyfriend working together in the kitchen." In an instant, having heard Dad's voice in the kitchen, Mom stood up in the living room and motioned for him to join her. She was still talking animatedly on her phone. Dad sensed the urgency and left the kitchen.
"You think you'll still want to go shopping tomorrow or maybe you just want to chill here and play some video games?" I asked Asher.
"We're going shopping!" Asher replied without a second's hesitation. "I'm not going to lie and tell you I'm not scared. Or that I don't just want to lie down and cry. I hurt all over, but I'm not going to let those assholes win. Like your great grandma said, `Living your life is the best revenge.' I'm gonna be somebody someday and I bet in twenty years, those fuckers will be cooking burgers or picking up garbage."
Darius and I couldn't help but laugh. "Yup, I bet you're right," I said. "And Ashley is looking forward to it, too. Mom and Dad have coughed up $300. If we hit the clearance racks at the right stores, we can probably get you a couple of pairs of jeans, a couple of shirts, and maybe a pair of decent gym shoes."
"That sounds great. I heard they call shopping `retail therapy.' I could probably use some therapy right now. By the way, Jaime, you're right, Darius is really handsome," Asher said, as he pulled Darius into a hug.
"Jaime, you did tell me that he has no filter. That's cool. I'll take a compliment any time." Then, stepping back from Asher's embrace, "Jaime told me you're an ultra-Orthodox Jew, right? Did he tell you I'm Iranian? Is that gonna be a problem?"
"Actually, he never mentioned it. I used to be a Haredi Jew. Now I'm still a Jew, but not quite sure where I fit in. And I don't care where your family is from. People aren't governments. If you don't hate me, I don't hate you. If you love Jaime, then I love you, too. Hate and prejudice got me thrown out of the house in the first place."
Darius reached out and gently hugged Asher. "Welcome to the family, dude. And I do love Jaime."
I blushed, then pulled Darius into a hug. "I love you, too." It was the first time that either of us had used the "L" word on each other.
Mom and Dad walked back into the kitchen.
"My folks should be here by 7:30," Mom said. "They were going to get right in the car and head up here, but with the usual Friday night traffic on the Kennedy and Edens... By the way, after I told my mom what happened, you couldn't believe the language that came out of her mouth. I haven't heard her swear like that in...well, since Trump called Mexicans drug dealers and rapists."
Mom opened a bottle of wine and poured a glass for her and Dad. Since there wasn't much left to do for dinner except wait for the food to finish cooking, and for the abuelos to arrive, Dad suggested we slip down to Asher's room and play some video games. I wanted to wait to put the salmon into the oven until my grandparents got there. You definitely don't want to overcook salmon. Medium rare is perfect.
After about five minutes of play, Asher set down his control. "Every school day for the past month it's gotten worse and worse. Today, I thought they were going to kill me. They said that if I ever told anyone, they really would kill me and help to finish off the job that Hitler started. Jaime, please, I can't go back there."
Asher started to cry again.
"I'm sure Jaime's grandma can figure something out," Darius interjected. "I mean, there's gotta be some sort of rule. Give me a second..."
Darius was scrolling furiously through his phone.
"It says here that temporary emergency custody can be granted if a child's life is in danger, but it looks like it applies to one parent against another parent. I mean, your foster parents didn't hurt you but maybe in this situation, they can at least let you stay here until we can get you enrolled in school with us."
"Asher, if I have to hide you here in the basement and sneak down to give you food, I'll do it," I insisted. "You're not going anywhere. Now let's finish this game. I don't want you worrying about this."
At 7:40, Dad called down to us to come upstairs. My parents and grandparents met us as we emerged from the basement. Dad had his arm around Mom, who'd clearly been crying. Abuelo José stood behind Abuela Zyanya, resting his hands on her shoulders. Abuela's brow was scrunched up and a look of worry was hard to miss.
"Asher, come here."
With his head down, he did as he was told. She reached up and rested a hand on his cheek.
"I haven't been doing this job for as long as I have without knowing how to pull a few strings. I reached out to a family court judge on our way up here and explained the situation. Even though your foster parents have done nothing wrong, staying at that school poses an immediate threat to your life. Given that we're already in the process of getting you transferred here and given that Nayeli and Barry have already passed the background checks, the judge granted an immediate, although temporary, change of custody. It's only temporary on the books. Once the original paperwork gets processed, it will become permanent. I've called Joan and Will and explained the situation. Why didn't you ever tell them what was going on?"
Asher breathed a sigh of relief, then looked ashamed. "At first, I figured it would just stop. But then those guys told me that if I told anyone, they'd kill me. I just didn't see a way out. I was thinking about running away...or killing myself... until I met Jaime. It was like God was looking out for me. And then your family offered me a way to escape from hell by moving here, so I figured I'd just wait it out until the transfer came through. But I can't wait any longer. I was afraid I was going to die. I don't even know the names of the boys who have been attacking me."
"That school has security cameras," Abuela said. "You just need to let me know where and when these attacks happened. We can get the security footage and I'm sure someone at the school can identify those kids.
Abuelo José jumped in, "I'm sure Jaime can take you over to Joan and Will's place to pick up the rest of your things, OK?"
Asher nodded, a look of relief plainly visible on his tear-streaked face.
With the immediate crisis resolved, I saw an opportunity to take care of some other pressing business. "Abuelos, this is my boyfriend Darius."
Abuela's expression changed quickly from concern to delight, as she pulled Darius into a hug.
"¡Por fin! I was wondering when we'd finally get a chance to meet your novio. Very handsome!" She let her eyes drift down, then back up. "And very...fit!" Abuela said, letting out a hearty laugh. "I can see good taste in men runs in the family," she added, as she pulled Abuelo José in close to her.
"OK, chef," Dad interjected, "what's for dinner? We're all starving."
I gave everyone a rundown of the menu, then told Asher and Darius to get the dinner table set as I slid the salmon under the broiler. Fifteen minutes later we were seated around the table. As we ate, Abuelo José filled us in on some research he was doing on the loss of native languages among indigenous Mexicans, including Abuela's own Zapotecs. Abuela talked about the lack of funding for Children and Family Services and about helping "throwaway" kids. And Darius told his grandparents' story of fleeing Iran after the revolution and settling in Los Angeles but adding in points about the motivation for the revolution in the first place and the history of the Shah.
Asher clearly loved the animated banter. He jumped into Abuelo's conversation to describe how the number of Yiddish speakers was shrinking and how his former community was trying to keep the language alive. He hung on every one of Abuela's words about the kids whose stories were not unlike his own, but many without happy endings. And he clearly showed sympathy for Darius's grandparents who had had to flee from Iran as the ultra-religious Islamic revolutionaries installed a new repressive regime to replace the Shah's old repressive regime, albeit one that had favored his grandparents' families. Asher commented about how hard it was to fit into an ultra-religious environment when your own beliefs didn't match theirs.
I hadn't had a chance to get any kind of dessert made, so I apologized and offered up some fruit.
"No worries, Jaime, Dad brought dessert," Mom smiled. He walked into the kitchen, grabbed his backpack, and pulled out a paper bag.
"Rugulach!!" Dad smiled, "For Asher...And for the rest of us, of course."
By 9:30, the abuelos were ready to head home. Mom, Dad, and I gave them each a hug.
Abuela walked over to Darius and said, "I can see why Jaime likes you so much. Such a smart young man with a very nice trasero." Abuela pulled him into a hug as she laughed hysterically. Abuela rarely misjudged people. Darius is brilliant and really does have a great ass. He's no Seán, but Seán's ass is in a league of its own. I couldn't wait to get at Darius's fine behind that night.
Since Darius, Asher, and I had cooked and served dinner, Mom & Dad volunteered to clean up. The three of us headed back downstairs to play more video games. Instead of looking as though the weight of the world were on his shoulders, Asher was now beaming.
"Welcome to MY bedroom, guys!" he screamed as we reached the bottom of the stairs. "This is where I start my new life. Where I can bring my new friends to hang out and talk about stupid stuff. And maybe I'll even meet a nice boy and bring him down here for...you know." Asher laughed, then blushed a deep shade of red.
Darius and I laughed, too, then picked up our controllers and proceeded to kick Asher's ass at a driving game.
"You can't win `em all, Asher. I guess it's not gonna be all smooth sailing from now on, little brother," I said, pulling him into a hug. "You still need to practice. By the way, Brandon said that Braden would love to get together with you this weekend and that you should be ready to hit the books."
"All dressed up in my fine, new clothes. Yup, I'll be ready," Asher smiled.
Darius stretched and yawned. It was only 10:30. He's a night owl. I knew he wasn't tired.
"I'm kinda tired. It's been a long day. We're gonna head up to bed," I said.
"I may be innocent, but I'm not stupid. Have lots of fun. But don't stay up too late. We've got shopping to do tomorrow...And remember you promised to cook me something deliciously not kosher that will make me feel guilty."
Darius leaned in and gave me a big kiss on the lips. Asher's eyes went wide as a big smile lit up his face.
"That's the first time I've seen two guys kissing more than just a quick one on the cheek. It was really...sweet. And got me kinda excited. I think you have to leave now," he laughed. "And pass the tissues over here. I'm gonna need them soon."
Darius and I headed up to my bedroom, passing Mom & Dad who were watching a popular series on one of the streaming services.
"Good night, boys," Dad said. "Make sure you get some sleep."
"Sorry for corrupting your son," Darius laughed.
"I think you were a few boys too late," Mom smirked. "The damage had already been done."
Darius faked a shocked look, clutching at non-existent pearls.
We didn't even make it all the way up the stairs before we each had our shirts off. Jeans and underwear were history within thirty seconds of the door closing.
Darius picked me up and tossed me onto the bed. Then he jumped on top of me and pressed his mouth hard against mine, slipping his tongue deep into my mouth where it met my own. The feel of his full lips against mine sent exciting shivers down my spine. Darius pulled back and flicked his tongue down my chin and neck until he found the sensitive spot just above my collarbone. I let out a giggle. I reached out with one hand to stroke his hair, while I tweaked one of his furry nipples with the other. It only made him work harder to make me tingle.
"Fuck, that feels amazing. But no hickeys, OK!"
Darius snorted. "Got it. I guess I'll just have to put my sucking skills to work somewhere else."
By now, the two of us were rock hard and Darius had his right hand wrapped around my huge cock up near the head.
"You know, every time I hang out with you," he said, "I realize how happy I am and how fate must have brought us together at that grocery store. But every time I see you naked, I think I'm the luckiest gay dude in the world. I have my own private porn star with a smoking hot body, a smile that melts my heart, and a dick that made my fantasies come true. And you didn't just grow it, but you know how to use it and that cute booty, too. Can I fuck you tonight?"
"Be my guest! But I'm not in a hurry. Let's play around for a while first. I want to make you feel good all over, too, not just your dick. Roll over on your stomach."
Darius did as he was told. I started by nibbling at his ears, then ran my tongue down the back of his neck as I rested my 11" between his furry butt cheeks. Then, I started massaging his shoulders and leaned in to let my tongue run down the length of his spine. My hands drifted down his back until they landed on his ass, where they kneaded his fine, muscular culo. Darius started to squirm, grinding his cock into the sheets. I pulled his cheeks apart to expose his little hairy pucker and let my tongue go for a deep dive as one hand slid underneath to grab his rock-hard cock. Darius moaned as my tongue darted in and out and my hand rubbed his dick.
I didn't want to get him too hot, too fast, so I sat up and slid down the bed so that I could grab his feet. I started to massage them as I sucked on his toes. Darius giggled. Then the massage action worked up to his calves and outer thighs. When he seemed sufficiently relaxed, I moved my hands around to his inner thighs and he began grinding into the sheets again. From this position, Darius was able to reach down and stroke my cock, which got him even hotter.
"Time to flip over, stud," I whispered.
Once he'd done as he was told, I lay down on top of him and went in for more kisses, then massaged his hairy pecs and tweaked his nipples. Enough sensual, I wanted sexual. I slid his 8" cut cock into my eager mouth. Darius was pretty worked up by now and I could hear the breath being sucked in as I slid the entire length of his penis down my throat.
"Oh, yeah! Suck my dick!" Darius commanded.
I didn't need to be told. I was already loving every second of having my boyfriend's organ poking the back of my throat and beyond.
"Swing around. I want to suck you, too," he whispered.
I did as I was told and almost instantly felt a tingle from the tip of his tongue on my rock-hard cock head. Darius loved the challenge of getting all of me down his gullet and that night he definitely took his work seriously. He was pushing hard to get me down there while using his free hand to rub against my eager pucker.
After a few minutes of sixty-nine, the two of us were very worked up.
"Fuck me now!" I commanded. "I want that hot dick of yours up my ass. I'm ready."
I hopped up and grabbed the lube out of the nightstand, as well as a condom.
"You know, we should probably both get tested, then I can ask my uncle to write us a prescription for PrEP. I'd love to fuck you bareback and have you do the same for me," I said.
"That's cool. Now let me see that hot, little ass of yours."
I assumed a position face down on the bed and Darius shoved his tongue deep into my baby-smooth pucker, making me gasp. He would tongue-fuck me for a minute, then pulled out to run the pointed tip of his tongue around the outside of my hole. I was so fucking hot for him.
"I want your cock in me. And I want you to fuck me hard. Got it?" I commanded.
"Yes, sir! Right away, sir." Darius responded. Then he shoved my face into the pillow, slathered up my hole with lube, and pointed his cock at the target.
As much as I wanted him in me right away, Darius was too considerate and too smart to just shove the entire length of his sizeable dick into me all at once. He took his time, letting me get used to him, reaching around to stroke my dick and leaning down to kiss my back. It gave my butt a chance to relax.
Once he was comfortably inside, he began to pick up the pace little by little. With me shouting encouragement, Darius drove his cock hard and deep into my rectum, sending waves of pleasure radiating from my prostate through my body.
Darius has amazing coordination. He was able to keep up a lightning-fast pounding on my ass while stroking my dick at the same time. Rock band drummers would be in admiration of him.
"I'm getting close," he said, as he picked up the pace on my cock.
"Wait a second," I said.
Darius stopped dead. "Are you OK? Did I hurt you?"
"Hell no! I just want to flip over so I can suck on my cock while you pound my ass."
We assumed the new position and Darius resumed his full-throttle fucking. Apparently, the sight of me sucking my own massive monster was the little added visual excitement he needed to get him over the finish line. He threw his head back and let out a groan as he pushed his cock as deep as it would go into my butt and unloaded his seed. That was the last little bit of encouragement my own body needed and I opened my mouth so he could watch me shooting my load deep into my throat.
Once the orgasms had subsided, Darius slowly pulled out and lay down next to me on the bed. He wrapped his arms around me and said, "That was amazing." Then he leaned in and planted a soft kiss on my lips, "I love you, you know."
"I love you, too, Darius."
We kissed and cuddled until both of us drifted off to sleep, but the nagging thought of his eventually leaving for California kept creeping up in the back of my brain.
End -- Chapter 32