Tripod Chapter 39
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Tripod - Chapter 39
The usual Gang of Five (Tyler, Eddie, Brandon, Darius, and I) stayed up until 2:00 AM on Christmas night on a video chat just talking about our various Christmas Day experiences. Darius and I recapped Ricky's outburst at Christmas dinner and how my 93-year-old great-grandma put him in his place. Then we talked about my uncle putting us on PrEP. I decided not to mention Mr. Choi and my uncles flirting over dinner. I mean, he's entitled to his privacy, right? I didn't want that news traveling around school.
Tyler made us all howl with tales of his mom trying to cook something to take over to his grandparents' place--epic fail, almost burned down the kitchen.
Eddie touched on the weird cultural differences between his effusive, affectionate, and loud mom's side of the family and his quiet, unaffectionate but considerate dad's side of the family.
"What did you guys do, Brandon?" I asked.
"We talked...a lot," Brandon said. "We all helped with the cooking. Even Braden chopped up stuff for a salad. But then we sat down and just let everything out. I guess the therapy is working. It was our first Christmas without my dad and I have to say it was the best, by a lot. When dinner was finished and everything was cleaned up, the three of us curled up together on the sofa for hours. We all had a good cry and it felt amazing."
"Brandon, that's awesome," Eddie said. "Any news about your dad's trial?"
"Trials. He's totally fucked. He's got state charges for sexual assault of a minor. He's got federal charges for wire fraud and tax fraud. And both state and federal hate crimes charges for what he did to your car," Brandon replied. "This is gonna go on for a long time. But we've tried to put it past us as a family. He's kinda dead to us now."
"We're all really proud of you, Brandon. You're doing great," Tyler said.
"I owe you guys a lot," Brandon responded. "You know, I've been thinking about all of us and how tight we are and how much I love you guys. And how chill I feel around you. Well, I've been thinking, maybe the next time we're all together I want to try getting fucked."
"Whoa, Brandon, that's a big step, dude," I said. "We don't want you doing anything that's gonna make you freak out."
"Honestly, I've been giving it a lot of thought and even talked about it with the shrink. That was a weird hour, let me tell ya. Anyway, it's not getting fucked that's the problem. It's who did it to me and how he did it that messed with my head. I see how much you guys love it and I know you guys will be really careful. I want to try, OK?"
"Of course, buddy," Eddie said, "but none of us is exactly small downstairs. Maybe you want to start with a small dildo and work your way up? I mean, if a small dildo is Anal 101, Jaime would be like your doctoral dissertation."
We all laughed, even me.
"Yeah, I get you. Take a look," Brandon said.
He pulled out a respectable-sized dildo and waved it in front of the screen, making us all laugh.
"I've been practicing for a few weeks now. No issues, since I can control it, but I think I'm ready for the real thing. We just have to find the time and place."
"Don't you think maybe you should go one-on-one with one of us first, in private?" Tyler asked.
"No. I want all of you guys there. You're all my special buddies. I feel really safe with this group. Besides, I kinda like an audience."
"I. Am. Shocked!" Darius said, feigning surprise.
By that time, Brandon was racking up serious views on his fan page and on track to pull in some really good money.
"Hey, my folks finally decided tonight that they're going to do New Year's Eve at a hotel in Chicago and won't be home until the next day, so, party at my place? Ring in the new year with a bang!" Tyler said.
All of us agreed.
"Just us five?" I asked.
"Yeah, I kinda think so," Tyler said. "Seán and Connor are fun, but they're both on short leashes. I can't imagine Seán's folks will let him stay out that late. And you know, the five of us are kinda like a family. It's better than just sex when it's us together."
I could see everyone else in the video chat smile and nod, knowing exactly what Tyler was referring to.
***
The following morning, I rolled out of bed at the crack of 10:00 to find the place deserted. No note. I checked my phone and found a text from Mom:
Didn't want to wake you. Taking Asher to He-Brew for bfast.
It had a timestamp of 08:27.
After seventeen years as an only child, I have to admit that I felt the smallest twinge of jealousy that Asher was getting treated to a special breakfast without me. Then I put on my big boy pants and was glad that he was getting the attention he needed and that he was fitting in so well with my family.
I made myself a cup of coffee and looked for leftovers in the fridge, too lazy to cook anything after the previous day's marathon in the kitchen. Mmm, a piece of Mama Bernice's corn pudding with a little maple syrup on it should work fine. Nuked for forty seconds and...done. Yum.
Ten minutes later the door opened.
"We brought you a well-toasted everything bagel with a shmear," Asher said. "It's your favorite, right?"
I looked at the now-empty plate in front of me but just smiled and thanked everyone for the kind gesture knowing that I'd have no problem wolfing down the bagel, too.
"Jaime, guess what," Asher said animatedly. "I'm invited to a New Year's Eve party! Eddie's sister Reggie invited me to their house. It's gonna be amazing! You think I should bring my karaoke machine?"
"Awesome, Asher. You should probably ask Reggie first. Not everyone loves karaoke," I said. "I'm gonna be at Tyler's place. It's just gonna be Eddie, Tyler, Brandon, Darius, and me."
"And where are Tyler's folks going to be?" Mom asked in that tone of voice that only moms can muster.
"Downtown at a hotel. Come on. I learned my lesson at Halloween. It's just the five of us. I promise. No liquor and no drugs, OK?"
Mom and Dad looked at one another, a knowing look between them.
"OK. Just you five, right?" Dad asked, "I suppose you'll stay the night. We don't want you out on the streets on New Year's Eve with all the crazies."
"We'll be in bed by 12:01 AM," I said.
"Somehow, I get the feeling it won't take that long," Mom smirked. Asher blushed. The corner of Dad's mouth curled up into a knowing smile.
***
ME: Hey Noah. When should we come in for the PrEP talk? 😆
NOAH: Stop by the clinic on Weds. That's the day I volunteer there. Earlier is better. 10 AM?
ME: Yup. Hey thx for taking Lincoln home last night
NOAH: We never said to whose home! He's still here at our place
ME: 🙉🙈🙊🤣
NOAH: He's so nice. Really smart. SOOO Hot!
ME: Umm. My teacher and my uncles playing around... 🤯_...I need a minute to process...Minute's up. Spill the_ 🫖
NOAH: Amazing. Details on Weds. OK?
ME: 😏
***
In typical Chicago fashion, the temperature had changed from 20º (-7C) on Christmas day to 50º (10C) on Wednesday just a few days later. It made the L ride into the city with Darius that much more pleasant. But as is typical in this city, the good weather news never lasts. They were predicting a blizzard over the weekend with over a foot (30cm) of snow expected. Just in time for New Year's Eve.
We walked into the large clinic that serves Chicago's LGBTQI+ community and asked the receptionist for Dr. Noah Fine. We were told that there was one person ahead of us but that the wait shouldn't be too long.
About twenty minutes later, after filling out our paperwork, we were led back to a small examining room and offered seats while we waited for Noah.
"It's weird but you really feel like a couple when you go to see a doctor together, you know?" Darius asked. "It's not like going to the movies or out to dinner. It feels serious."
"It's probably because you're sharing serious stuff and maybe even pain when you go see a doctor. You're there for each other, right?" I replied.
Darius reached out and held my hand. "You know how much I love doctor's offices," he smirked. "It must really mean I love you."
Noah walked in wearing a typical white doctor's coat and a name tag that said "Noah Fine, MD (he/him/his)." We all hugged.
"You're smiling from ear to ear," I said. "So?
"Well, I don't want to get too graphic but Lincoln is incredible. Jermaine and I are smitten. Lincoln joked that he really doesn't need to go home until after New Year's. We may just take him up on that. I mean, we see why you like him so much. Bet you've never seen him with his shirt off though. My God, when does he find time to teach? Washboard abs, rock-hard pecs, and that ass! A walnut wouldn't stand a chance between those two butt cheeks. Oops, I've probably already told you more than I should have. Please, let's keep this between us, OK? Lincoln's a little nervous about having his private life talked about in school."
"Well, Darius doesn't go to my school and I haven't told any of our friends, so please let him know that his secret is safe, even though I don't think he's really violating any rules. He's not involved with a student or even the parent of a student. I don't think uncles really count. Anyway, I think it's been hard on him since he came to the US and he could probably use some friends who treat him like family."
"Well, we do have kind of a weird, sex-positive family," Noah laughed. "So, about PrEP, you'll take one pill a day every day, just like a vitamin. In a few weeks, we'll need you to come in just to be sure that you're not having any unusual side effects. Every three months, you should get an HIV test. I can do it for you here."
"Oh, God," Darius groaned.
"Given that you've just been tested, we can probably give you the gum swab test, Darius, instead of the blood test. It's almost as good and you won't need blood drawn."
Huge sigh of relief from Darius.
"In the meantime, especially outside your inner circle of partners, you should still use a condom because there are lots of other STIs out there. Syphilis is on the rise and gonorrhea has developed antibiotic-resistant strains."
"Perfect, just in time for me to grow up," I groaned.
"Here's a prescription for each of you. You can get it filled here at the clinic for a really reduced price. I'll cover the copay for you both, OK?"
"Awesome. Thanks, Noah," Darius said.
I gave Noah a big hug.
"Did either Ximena or Julio reach out to you about your cousin Ricky's comments?" Noah asked.
"I got texts the next day from Julio and Ximena. They both apologized to me and had talked to Ricky and tried to explain why what he said about me was so bad. They think he's getting it. Ricky said he feels really sorry. I guess that's a step in the right direction."
"I let him win at video games that night. I figured the kid would be more open to changing his opinion if he was in a good mood. We'll see," Darius explained.
***
"It's supposed to start snowing at around 9:00 o'clock and come down like crazy until the morning," Eddie said in a five-way video chat the night of December 30. "They've gotten pretty good at predicting that stuff. Hey, Ty, maybe we should come over a little earlier, like 8?"
"That's cool. What do you guys feel like eating? I mean, it's New Year's Eve. I'm not gonna invite you over just for the sexual favors. What kind of shitty host do you think I am?" Tyler laughed.
"Burgers?" Eddie asked.
"Nah, kinda heavy, babe, considering what we're gonna be doing after," Tyler smirked.
"How about sushi?" Brandon volunteered.
"Dude, that shit is expensive. My mom's giving me $100. That won't buy much sushi unless you want the day-old stuff." Tyler pretended to gag, making the rest of us laugh.
"I'll kick in the rest," Brandon said. "I still have some money left over from last month from my fan page. I'm up to 1,562 subscribers when I checked this morning."
"Wait, what!!??" I screamed. "How much do you charge a month to each subscriber?"
"Ten bucks."
"Holy shit, Brandon. How much do you keep?" Eddie asked.
"80%," Brandon replied.
"Brandon! That's $12,496 just this month. Un-fucking-believable," Eddie screamed.
"What's unbelievable is that you can do the math in your head!" Brandon replied.
"No boring California maki! It's the Sashimi Wonderland and Billionaire's Rolls for these studs," Tyler laughed.
***
Through the course of the day on December 31, the weather forecast continued to worsen. Snow was now predicted to start at 7:00 PM, accompanied by howling winds. The handsome but totally white-bread TV meteorologist said that everyone should just stay home and that streets could be impassable by the morning. Talk about a buzz kill.
Mom & Dad had opted for a quiet night at home on New Year's Eve anyway.
Asher's plans included a sleepover at Eddie's house. Eddie's parents, concerned about Reggie's friends, had moved up her party's start time to 7:00 PM, just to make sure that everyone would be safely there before the snow began.
Luckily for us, Tyler's parents had decided to take advantage of the hotel special and had checked in downtown at 3:00 PM, so Tyler was alone at home. Given the shitty forecast, Eddie headed over there at 6:00 to help Tyler set up the sex pit in the basement, as well as get some munchies out.
I told Brandon and Darius to come over to my place at 6:30 just to be safe, and to take a ride share so that no one's car would need to get dug out on New Year's Day. We could walk the few blocks over to Tyler's place at 7:30.
And wouldn't you know it, the first flakes began falling just after 7:00 PM? By the time we headed over to Tyler's, over an inch (2.5cm) of snow was on the ground and the wind had started to pick up.
The three of us stepped into Tyler's house ten minutes later already caked in snow.
"Well, that was a shitty way to start off a party," Darius commented, unwrapping the scarf from his face and gingerly peeling off his knit ski cap so that the encrusted snow wouldn't fall on the floor.
"You three look like hell. Let me help you get those clothes off," Eddie joked.
"I thought we were going to eat first," I said. "I hope you already ordered all the food, Ty. I don't know how much longer deliveries are gonna happen. It's getting pretty nasty out there."
"The food should be here any second. I already called the restaurant and they said it was on its way," Tyler responded.
"I brought a few hundred bucks. I hope you ordered good stuff," Brandon said.
The food was supposed to arrive by 8:00 PM. By 8:20, still nothing.
"You wanna call again?" I asked. "I'm starving. And knowing that your family keeps almost nothing in the fridge, Tyler, we'll be gnawing on one another's carcasses by morning if that food doesn't show up."
"I'll call," Eddie volunteered.
"I'll have you know that the fridge is full, my fine young cannibal friend, because you're going to cook us all breakfast. We've got eggs, cheese, some veggies, bacon. I guess we could cook that shit up tonight if the driver doesn't show. Can't fuck on an empty stomach."
Brandon, who'd been fidgeting since we arrived, got up and walked to the restroom. I figured he was probably nervous about giving up his backside to his buddies later that evening.
"He should be here any second," Eddie explained. "They said the roads are awful and he's driving really slow. They've had to cancel the rest of their deliveries for tonight and sent all their drivers home, but since we ordered so much stuff, the owners are having their son drive it over."
Five minutes later, the doorbell rang. Tyler opened the door and the delivery driver stood there; his arms were loaded with bags of food.
"Scariest ride of my life," the driver said. "I slid off the road twice and I was crawling."
"Oh fuck. Come in. It's horrible out there," Tyler said, inviting the parka-clad driver in out of the howling wind.
"Wow, thanks. Honestly, if you don't mind. Could I sit down for a second? I'm still kinda freaked out. I gotta drive back now."
Tyler motioned him in. The driver pulled down his hood and opened his parka. He was just a kid. Maybe nineteen or twenty. Asian. Very good looking, with high cheekbones and full lips.
"Do you want a cup of coffee or maybe some tea?" Eddie asked.
"Coffee would be amazing. Thanks. Just you guys having a New Year's Eve party? Did the girls all get caught up in the snow?" the driver asked.
"Oh, shit. We forgot to invite girls!" Darius replied slyly.
"Well, I'm sure you four will figure out a way to work up an appetite. You sure ordered enough. Your folks home?" the driver asked, his innuendo not lost on any of us.
"Nope. Downtown. We're snowed in. All alone. Five hungry, horny guys," Tyler replied.
Just then, Brandon walked down the hallway to rejoin our group.
"Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God!" the driver screamed suddenly, his eyes wide and his breath quick and shallow.
"You OK? What's wrong?" I asked.
"You're, You're. Oh, my God!" he said, pointing at Brandon.
We all looked at Brandon.
"I'm like your biggest fan. I send you messages on your fan page all the time."
Brandon blushed. None of us had spent the ten bucks a month to go to Brandon's fan page because none of us had a credit card. Besides, we could get Brandon's dick for free anytime we wanted it.
"You're PreacherKidXXXL!" the driver stammered adoringly
"PREACHER KID XXL!" Tyler howled.
"No. It's Preacher Kid X-X-X-L," Brandon replied grinning sheepishly.
"Well, you pretty much hit that nail on the head," I laughed.
"What's your name?" Brandon asked the driver.
"I'm Sho. But my username is Boococky, spelled B-O-O-C-O-C-K-Y.
"My real name's Brandon. This is Eddie, Tyler, Darius, and Jaime. They're my best buds and we were just gonna hang out tonight. It's really dangerous out there. Maybe you'd like to hang out with us. You like sushi?" Brandon asked half joking.
"Ugh, never touch the stuff. Do you know how it's made?" Sho replied.
The five of us looked at each other as a slight wave of dread swept over us.
"Just kidding! And you guys ordered the good stuff if I do say so myself. Let me call my folks and let them know it's too dangerous to drive back and that I'll hang out at a friend's house close by. Hey, I hate to sound weird, but would you guys mind paying for the order? I need to tell my mom I collected for it.
Sho pulled the bill for the order out of his pocket. "It's $327.36 with delivery."
Tyler handed Brandon $100. Brandon handed Sho $400.
"It's really brutal out and you pretty much risked your life to get the food to us. Keep the change," Brandon said. "And I remember your messages. You're always really nice. They make me feel good. Thanks."
By now, Sho had taken his shoes and coat off. He was average height and lean, but even with his flannel shirt and jeans on, you could tell he had big shoulders that tapered down to a small waist and a cute butt. We walked him into the kitchen where he set the food down on the table. Then he excused himself to make his call.
"You do realize you're about to make this kid's wish come true, right?" Darius asked.
"Believe it or not, I do read most of the messages that guys send. Most just say how hot my body is or how they wish they could suck my dick but I remember this dude's messages. He's always really encouraging. He says how much he likes the energy I put into each video and how I make him feel like he's hanging out with a friend, and that I seem like a really nice guy."
"You are a really nice guy, Brandon. That's why we all love you so much," I said. "Now, should we ask that kid about his username?"
Sho walked back into the kitchen beaming. "My mom was so relieved. She said the roads are completely covered with snow now and that she was petrified about my driving home, even though it's only a few miles away."
By now, the wind was howling outside and you could barely make out the street in front of the house, even with the streetlights on.
"So, do you want to tell us something about you?" Darius asked.
"Uh, well, I'm nineteen. I go to DePaul but obviously on break now. I'm studying finance. I live with my family in Wilmette. I usually help out waiting tables at the restaurant on the weekends but since the restaurant was dead tonight because of the snow, I volunteered to deliver your order. Talk about a lucky night."
"Tell us about your username," Tyler prodded.
Sho blushed. "I wanted something Japanese but I also have this fantasy about being surrounded by a bunch of hot guys and getting cum blasted all over me. It's just a fantasy. I really don't fuck around much. I'm still living at home."
"I think maybe we could make that fantasy come true if you want," Brandon said, "but these guys have volunteered to help me with something I want done tonight, too. I want to get fucked. It's not really something I've done before. Would you like to watch that live and up close?"
Sho just stood there with his mouth hanging open.
"I guess that's a yes," Darius stated, a corner of his mouth curled up in a grin.
"Can I record it?" Sho asked.
"Mmm. Sorry. I promised my mom when I told her about my fan page that I'd never have sex with anyone on camera. How about a selfie with me with my shirt off?"
"Fuck yeah!" Sho responded.
"Besides," Brandon added, "my friends here are all seventeen and you could get in a lot of trouble if the video got out. Having sex with them is legal but recording them having sex definitely isn't. Got it?"
Sho nodded and walked over to Brandon. "Can I take your shirt off? You can put it right back on after I take the selfie, and then we can go eat."
"Sure. You know, you're kinda hot yourself," Brandon said.
Sho smiled and walked up to Brandon. His hands were visibly shaking as he started to unbutton Brandon's shirt. After he'd managed to open the final button, he slid the shirt off of Brandon's shoulders and it fell to the floor. Sho stood there transfixed at Brandon's near-perfect body.
"Can I touch you?" He asked.
"I was kinda hoping you would," Brandon replied.
"Oh, brother," Tyler mumbled, "How `bout I take the shot? Hand me your phone."
Sho surrendered his phone to Tyler, then slid an arm around Brandon's trim waist and smiled for the camera.
"You can hold onto the phone," Sho said, "I don't want you guys to worry about me taking any videos, OK?"
Brandon grabbed his shirt, then we all headed into the kitchen. Sho opened the bags, then gave us a run-down of everything we'd ordered, explaining which pieces needed soy sauce and which didn't, as well as the right way to eat sushi.
"This fatty tuna is amazing," Sho said. "And this is real crab, not any of that fake shit."
We dug in while my friends all told Sho about their lives and backgrounds. We explained to Sho that Darius was my boyfriend and that Eddie and Tyler were boyfriends but that our relationships weren't quite that easy to define and that we all had sex together a lot and that Brandon was special to all of us.
Sho was surprised when Eddie revealed that he was half-Japanese. Eddie and Sho laughed about the idiosyncrasies of their Japanese grandparents.
Sho revealed that his maternal grandparents had opened the restaurant a long time ago and that his American-born parents had taken over a few years earlier but that he really didn't want to follow in the restaurant business.
By 10:00 PM, after demolishing trays of sushi, sashimi, and seaweed salad, we'd had our fill and did a quick clean-up.
"You boys ready for dessert?" Tyler asked.
"You bake us a cake?" I laughed.
"Fuck no. I'm the dessert. Downstairs, boys. It's time to get dirty."
We all did as we were told and headed down to the basement where Tyler and Eddie had thrown sheets onto the two couches and blankets on the carpeted floor. There was a jar of lube with a pump-handle dispenser on an end table, as well as a box of condoms.
Brandon walked over to Sho and unzipped Sho's hoodie, then slid his t-shirt over his head. The kid was buff. Great definition. Chest and arms for days. Who needs protein shakes when you can get sushi anytime?
"Tyler, think you can get some music going?" Brandon asked.
Seconds later the room was filled with a playlist I can only describe as "Music to Fuck By." Just the right rhythm to get your hips going.
Brandon leaned in and kissed Sho on the lips. Sho looked like he'd just died and gone to heaven.
The rest of us watched as Brandon gave Sho, well, a show. Brandon, who's always turned on by an audience, was already rock hard, his huge dick straining against his boxer briefs. He hooked his thumbs into the elastic waistband and slid his underwear off in a single motion, his big, uncut dick springing free and bobbing up and down.
"OK, Tyler, you're next," Brandon instructed.
Tyler gave an impish grin and began to slowly peel off his clothes, revealing his awesome physique and beer-can cock. Darius followed, then Eddie, each revealing his own uniquely sexy body and well-above-average-sized penis.
Sho was mesmerized, standing next to Brandon and taking in literally every inch with his stare.
"You might need to sit down for Jaime," Brandon laughed.
Sho gave him a curious look, unable to figure out how my unimpressive 5'4" height could possibly produce anything more amazing than the grouping of bodies and cocks that he'd already seen.
"Trust me. We don't call him `Tripod' for nothing," Tyler quipped.
Sho seemed impressed as I took off my shirt to show off my gymnast's body. I turned around and dropped my jeans so he could see my bubble butt and stayed that way as I slid my underwear off. Then, as the music hit a crescendo, I turned sideways and grabbed my cock with both hands, which was at full attention, jutting out 11" from my small body. Sho let out an audible gasp.
"Oh, my God. I've never seen anything like it. I mean, all of you guys are so hot, and so...huge."
"Come on. Your turn to get comfy, Sho," Brandon said, tugging at Sho's jeans.
Sho looked embarrassed and shook his head.
"Come on. Jump in the pool, dude!" Tyler screamed.
"I'm not that big. You're not gonna like what I've got," Sho mumbled.
"We don't care," Eddie said. "We just want you to have fun tonight. Come on. I know that statistically the probability of finding five men with cocks ranging from seven point five to eleven inches in one place at the same time is infinitely small, but don't worry about it. I'm sure your dick is nice.
"Spoken like the true math genius he is," I said.
Sho let his hand drift down to his jeans and slowly unbuttoned them. They dropped to the floor. You could see the outline of his erection through his underwear.
"Go ahead, Sho. Let me see how me and my friends turn on my biggest fan," Brandon said, rubbing Sho's shoulders.
Sho nodded subtly and slipped off his underwear to reveal a perfect 6" cut cock nestled in a black bush with a nice set of hairless balls hanging underneath.
Brandon caught Sho off guard as he dropped to his knees and took Sho's cock in his mouth. Sho sucked in his breath and ran his fingers through Brandon's blond hair as Brandon bobbed up and down on Sho's cock.
"You like that, Sho?" Darius asked.
Sho just nodded. Eddie, Tyler, Darius, and I closed the gap between all of us and started kissing Sho and each other. Eddie grabbed Sho's nipples and started tweaking them. Sho's head tilted back in ecstasy.
After a couple of minutes, Brandon pulled off of Sho's cock and stood up.
"I know the perfect guy to be the first to fuck me," he said. "You wanna do that for me, Sho?"
All of us nodded in agreement. Sho couldn't believe his luck. Not only was PreacherKidXXXL the guy he'd shot load after load fantasizing about, but now he was here in the flesh and wanted Sho to fuck him. A huge smile slowly formed on Sho's face and he turned to the group, "Hell, yeah. This is the best tip ever."
"Go slow to start, OK? You need to be really patient and make sure you're not hurting him," Eddie said.
Sho nodded, then leaned in to kiss Brandon in a long, passionate kiss.
"You have no idea how much I've gotten off watching you. You've given me so much pleasure. I want to be able to return the favor. You tell me how you're feeling and what you want me to do and I'll do it for you."
Brandon lay down on the floor, loving the view of five hot guys, dicks in hand looking down at him. He pulled his knees up to his chest, exposing his rosy pink hole. Tyler handed the jar of lube to Sho, who squirted a big glob onto his fingers, then I handed him a condom. He wasn't part of our inner circle after all.
Sho slowly and lovingly let his slicked-up fingers circle around Brandon's anus. Eddie and Tyler got down on their knees on either side of Brandon, giving him access to their hard cocks while they slowly caressed Brandon's body. I leaned down to give Brandon a kiss. Then Darius slipped his hand in between Sho and Brandon, took a hold of Brandon's massive dick and pointed it right at Brandon's mouth just an inch or so away. Brandon got the hint, opened his mouth and began sucking away. His moaning could be heard over the music.
"That is the hottest thing I've ever seen," Sho stammered. "Can't wait to get inside you."
Knowing that Brandon was relaxed and happy, Sho slowly slipped a finger into Brandon, pausing several times to make sure Brandon was OK. Once his finger was all the way inside, Sho found Brandon's prostate and gently started to rub it, causing a deeper moan from Brandon.
Sho slowly added a second and eventually a third finger to the ass play, making sure his fingers were really lubed up, too. Brandon showed no signs of discomfort. On the contrary, he started to move his ass around to get Sho's fingers as deep in him as possible.
"I think you're ready," I said to Brandon.
"Mmm, mmm," Brandon replied, his mouth still happily filled with his own cock.
Sho slipped the condom onto his rock-hard, dripping cock and slathered it up with a ton of lube.
"If it hurts or if you want me to stop, just grab my thigh. That way, you can keep sucking that amazing dick of yours, OK?" Sho asked.
Brandon nodded, a big smile crossing his lips. He felt safe and so loved with all of his buddies around him doing their best to make him feel good.
Sho placed the tip of his cock against Brandon's hole and gave it the slightest push. I could see the wheels turning in Brandon's head, but not from fear or discomfort, he was willing himself to relax and let Sho in. Sho gave a bit more pressure and the head of his dick slid into Brandon. Brandon gently placed his hand on Sho's thigh. Sho stopped for a second to let Brandon get used to having him inside. Instead of grabbing onto Sho to get him to stop, Brandon reached around to Sho's ass to urge him to go deeper. In the meantime, Brandon kept bobbing up and down on his own dick.
Watching Brandon and Sho go at it was incredibly hot. While Tyler and Eddie caressed Brandon's body, tweaked his nipples, and whispered in his ear about how much we loved him, Darius and I did much the same for Sho, cheering him on and telling him what a stud he was and how he was going to make PreacherKidXXXL's own fantasy come true.
Sho shoved another couple of inches into Brandon, who nodded with approval. In another few seconds, Sho was balls deep into Brandon and Brandon was clearly happy.
With the biggest hurdle cleared, Sho started to pick up speed until he was fucking in time with the music.
Brandon let his own dick slip from between his lips just long enough to say, "That feels so fucking good. You really know how to use that dick of yours. Go for it. Fuck me harder. Guys, I want you to make his username come true. Got it?" Brandon said.
As Sho kept pounding away at Brandon's now-eager hole, the other four of us stood up and started stroking our cocks, totally turned on by the scene in front of us. Brandon was thrusting his hips up to meet each of Sho's strokes to get him to go as deep as possible.
"I'm getting close, Sho. Can you cum for me, stud?" Brandon growled.
Sho nodded without missing a beat. Eddie, Tyler, Darius, and I pumped our own cocks fiercely, determined to get the timing right. Honestly, seeing Brandon getting fucked by a hot stranger, coupled with my group of lovers stroking their huge cocks, was all the inspiration I needed. Just as Sho threw his head back and let out a wail, I took aim and blasted my load onto him. Brandon then aimed his 10" monster at his own face and shot an unbelievable amount of cum onto his chin, lips, and into his open mouth. We cheered each other on as Eddie, Darius, and Tyler in turn shot jet after jet of hot, white sperm onto Sho and Brandon.
After we'd hit the target, all of us froze in place, breathless. Slowly, Sho lowered himself onto Brandon and started licking up gobs of jizz. Then he kissed Brandon full-on, swirling his tongue inside Brandon's mouth to taste the load that Brandon had pumped in there. Sho sat up and reached up to grab each of our cocks in turn.
"I will never, ever forget this as long as I live."
"Me either," Brandon said. "That was fucking amazing. But that was just round one, my friend. It's not even eleven yet. Who wants to plow my ass next?"
Tyler ran to the bathroom to get some damp cloths to help with the cleanup. There was way too much cum to try to clean up with tissues. After relaxing for a few minutes, all curled up together, caressing one another's skin, and with everyone kissing everyone else, Brandon ordered us all into a daisy chain with each guy sucking on the dick of the guy next to him until all six of us had a dick in our mouths and, in turn, had our own cocks pleasured by someone else. Then we switched and sucked the dick of the guy who'd been doing it to us. Since we'd only cum a little while before, no one was ready to shoot again, but we were all loving the energy flowing back and forth between us.
At 11:40, Brandon gave the order, "Jaime, I want you to shoot your load in me at the stroke of midnight."
"I'm not sure if that's such a good idea, Brandon," I said, grabbing my dick. "This thing could really hurt you. I don't know if you're ready."
"Honestly, Jaime, I've wanted it for so long and it was just my fear holding me back. I'm not afraid anymore. Darius, is it OK with you?"
"Fuck yeah! This is gonna be awesome to watch," Darius shot back.
"Maybe you want to take control, Brandon? Let me lie on my back and that way you can decide how much you can take, alright?"
"Sounds like a plan, my man," Brandon replied.
"Ty, can you hand me the lube?" I asked.
Darius came over and started kissing me, which was all I needed to get it up again. He lowered me onto my back not breaking the kiss. Eddie didn't want to miss an opportunity to join in the action. He slipped a couple of lube-slicked fingers up my ass as I waited for Brandon to lower himself onto me.
As Brandon got into position, Sho leaned in and started kissing him while Tyler started giving Brandon a blow job.
Brandon pumped a huge glob of lube onto his hand and slicked up my fuck stick before fingering some lube into his already slick hole.
"Ready to climb up the flagpole?" I asked.
"Aye, aye, captain," he laughed, causing the rest of us to laugh. Tyler had to pull off of Brandon's cock he was laughing so hard, wanting to make sure he wasn't going to bite down by mistake.
Then Brandon lowered himself onto me. It didn't take much effort to get my head past his sphincter. He paused for a second, then sighed contentedly. He took his time lowering himself little by little until about two inches were still left outside.
"The last couple of inches are the toughest, Brandon, take a deep breath, relax, and push," I said.
Brandon did as he was told and ever so slowly inches ten and eleven slid inside. It was obvious from the expression on his face that Brandon was a little uncomfortable.
"We don't have to, buddy. I know not everyone can take me. It's cool," I said, reaching up to stroke his face.
Then he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The pressure I felt around my cockhead eased back and a big smile returned to his face.
"Those relaxation techniques I learned in therapy turned out to be good for lots of stuff," he smirked.
Brandon slowly lifted himself up until just the head of my dick was inside. Then he eased himself back down again, the same look of peace still on his face. It didn't take long for him to start picking up the pace to match the rhythm of the music-to-fuck-by, bouncing up and down on me and moaning. Then he stopped all of a sudden, opened his eyes, and yelled out, "Time check."
Tyler was laughing too hard to respond. Eddie grabbed Tyler's phone and said, "11:52."
"I wanna get spit roasted for the finale, Jaime. Sho, let me suck your cock. Now let me watch Tyler fuck Eddie while Eddie sucks Darius's cock."
Brandon got onto all fours on the floor as Sho stood in front of him. I slipped the monster back into Brandon but this time I was the one in control. Eddie assumed the same position next to Brandon while Tyler quickly grabbed the lube and got Eddie slicked up. Darius fed his dick down Eddie's throat as Tyler started to fuck his boyfriend.
This was a scene not to be missed. Tyler and I synched our thrusting so that Brandon and Eddie were rocking back and forth at the same time. Darius leaned over and kissed Sho while each had his dick sucked. Six hot, horny dudes, racing toward a timed climax. The challenge wasn't going to be if we could all get off at midnight, it was going to be if we could hold off until midnight. The sexual energy in the room was off the charts.
Eddie had conveniently left Tyler's phone open on the floor underneath him so that he could count down. With a minute left to go, Darius and Sho slid their cocks from the mouths that had been sucking on them and grabbed a hold of their own cocks. Eddie and Brandon each grabbed a hold of his own dick and stroked it hard while Tyler and I banged our partners like battering rams.
By the time Eddie breathlessly started to count down from ten, I couldn't hold off any longer and pushed my cock balls deep into Brandon, pumping eleven squirts of cum into him. I opened my mouth and let out a groan as the orgasm swept over me. Tyler was seconds behind me, unloading into Eddie's willing hole. By the time the clock actually struck midnight seconds later, Brandon and Eddie were shooting their loads onto the blanket underneath them and Darius and Sho were unloading into Eddie and Brandon's open mouths, respectively. Grunts, moans, groans, and the smell of sex filled the room.
I collapsed onto Brandon's back. Eddie got on his knees and tilted his head back to let Tyler kiss him.
"Hey, Brandon," Tyler screamed, "Happy New Rear."
All of us fell to the ground laughing. Then crawled around making sure to kiss everyone else to wish them a happy new year.
"Oh, shit," Eddie said all of a sudden.
"You OK, babe?" Tyler asked concerned.
"I'm fine, but I just realized that I shot my load all over your cell phone. Sorry, babe. Ick."
"Eww. Well, at least it's fluid-resistant. Lube and jizz just rinse right off."
Stopping for about a half hour to rehydrate and rest, we all agreed how lucky we were to have each other and how special the night was.
"Brandon, I was right all along," Sho said, "You're really as nice as you are on your fan page and I see why these guys love you."
We all went two more rounds that night in any number of combinations of positions and partners so that by the time we finally called it quits at around 4 AM, everyone had had sex with everyone else and orgasms were mostly dry.
While we were sharing our love and lust inside, the local world had ground to a halt outside as the wind howled and the snow drifts grew. Streets were completely closed down and driving anywhere would have been extremely risky.
But we were all warm, dry, and now drained. Eddie and Tyler climbed the stairs with Darius and me in tow. They headed to Tyler's bedroom and showed us to the guest bedroom, where we collapsed on the bed in each other's arms. Brandon and Sho each took a couch in the basement, and each drifted off to sleep with Brandon thrilled to have finally cast out his demons and Sho equally thrilled to have lived out his fantasy with a guy who proved to be as hot and cool in real life as on screen.