Tripod Chapter 7
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Chapter 7:
As Tyler and I rode in his car on the way back to my house, he relayed all the details of his coming out to his parents.
"I have a hard enough time even picturing my mom and dad having sex, but thinking of my mom eating pussy and doing that `scissor' thing just blows my mind," Tyler laughed. Then his mood changed. "I know I'm really lucky. Eddie, too. Having your family for support makes all the difference. This week at school is probably going to suck, but at least I know when I get home every day, I can disconnect and not have to worry about my secret leaking out."
I responded, "You're right. We've got our families and each other. Eddie, you and me should probably get together tomorrow and figure out how we're going to approach this. We need to have each other's backs and be consistent.
"Also, I didn't really get the chance to tell you," I continued, "But last night was amazing for me. I can see why you and Eddie are together. You both made me feel like I was the hottest guy around. I could see how into it you guys both were. Not just the sex, but the kissing and cuddling, too."
"Are you kidding me?" Tyler asked incredulously. "Not only do Eddie and me think you're an amazing person, but you are incredibly hot. You're really handsome, but in a unique and beautiful way. You've got a smoking body. And, fuck, that dick of yours is the stuff fantasies are made of. Besides, the more we saw you getting into it, the hotter it got for us. You think you'd like to do it again with us?"
"Fuck yeah!" I said, barely letting him finish his sentence, "Anyone else is going to have a hard time beating that experience."
Tyler pulled into my driveway and leaned in and hugged me. Then he surprised me by giving me a kiss on the lips.
"Catch you later, hot stuff," he smiled.
I walked into the house to catch my mom and dad looking concerned, "Is everything OK?" my mom asked.
Dad jumped in, "You ran out of here like the house was on fire. What's going on?"
"Eddie was thinking about hurting himself," I said.
My mom and dad both looked shocked.
"Me and Tyler needed to find him before he did anything bad. When I got in this morning, I noticed that all his social media accounts had been deleted. I'd heard that that was a warning sign of people who are going to commit suicide. So, we ran over to his house and found him before he did anything, but he'd already realized that it wasn't gonna solve any of his problems. It was scary as hell, honestly."
"But why would he want to do that?" Mom asked, "He's a star athlete, star student, super-nice kid, right? And his parents seem like really supportive people, even if maybe they push him a little too hard."
"There's a part of the story that I didn't tell you this morning, Dad. The person that Tyler cheated on Megan with is Eddie. They're both bi and have been together as a couple for four years now. Tyler only came out to me last week, but he kept Eddie a secret until he showed up last night. Megan outed them on social media this morning out of spite. I didn't want to tell either of you until they'd had a chance to come out to their parents."
"So, did Eddie's parents take it badly?" Dad asked.
"That's just the thing, Eddie was so convinced that his parents were going to be really angry and disappointed in him because he was no longer their `perfect' son that he was thinking of killing himself. But when he literally had a razor blade in his hand, ready to do it, he came to realize there were people who he really loved and who really loved him, too, and he couldn't do it. That's when we came rushing in and found him crying on the floor of the shower. He came out to his parents right there. They couldn't have been more supportive. It turns out that they had kind of figured out he was bi already and that he and Tyler were together and had no issues at all. Poor Eddie, he's spent so much time trying to be perfect that it's messed with his head. His folks are going to get him some therapy. Can you imagine a guy who's so nice to everyone else being so hard on himself?"
"I'm really proud of you," Mom said. "You may have just saved your friend's life. Who's to say that if you hadn't rush over there that he wouldn't have changed his mind?"
"Oh, um there's something else," I said, "It's kind of embarrassing, but I want you to hear it from me before you hear it from someone else." My parents looked up, a bit concerned. "When I went over to Tyler's last night, I really thought we were just going to play video games and hang out. Then Eddie came over and came out to me, which was totally cool. Then they wanted to give me something for my birthday, which turned out to be a box of condoms."
My parents smiled.
"Well, at least they're thinking about your safety," Dad chuckled.
"There's more to the story. I kinda lost my virginity to them last night," I mumbled.
You could see the wheels spinning in my parents' heads. They really wanted to be cool about this.
"Were you OK with everything you did? Did they make you do anything you felt uncomfortable with? Did you play safe?" Mom asked, looking a bit concerned.
I smiled sheepishly. "It was awesome. Everything I'd ever hoped it would be. They really made me feel special. They only have unprotected sex with each other and get tested every three months, so I decided not to use condoms this one time."
"So, you lost your virginity in a threesome? You little fox." Dad broke up laughing. Mom shot him a look.
"I'm glad you had that discussion beforehand. Using a condom would have been smarter, but at least you were able to make an educated decision," Mom said.
"But that's not the embarrassing part, at least not the really embarrassing part," I continued, "the way that Megan found out that Tyler was cheating on her was because she showed up at his house this morning and caught Eddie and me running down to the kitchen naked, screaming for Tyler to come back upstairs for more `fun.'"
They both looked stunned. "Oh, God. That really is embarrassing. Poor Megan. No wonder she's so angry. I guess it still doesn't justify outing Eddie and Tyler online, but I get why she did it," Dad said.
"So, you're now part of this shit show, too," Mom said. "Remember what I said about when people found out about your `special attribute' that they'd be throwing themselves at you? You need to be more careful."
"I know. I got myself into a bad spot here, but nowhere near as bad as those two, and to be honest, I'm going to have really sweet memories about last night for the rest of my life. It really was special. And Mom, you were right, I got lots of propositions for sex this week, but wanted to wait for someone special. I made the right decision yesterday.
"I'm really tired. Gonna go up and take a nap for a while, OK?" I asked, frankly growing weary of the talk about my sex life.
They both nodded, then I gave them both hugs. "Tyler and Eddie both said to me how lucky I am to have the two of you as parents. They're totally right."
"Stop sucking up," Mom said, smiling, "Go get some rest. I don't need the details, but let me guess, three very horny teenage boys, plus no parents at home, plus losing your virginity to two guys you really like? I'm guessing you didn't sleep much."
"Nope," I laughed and headed up for a nap.
Late that same afternoon I got a text from Eddie:
Stinky: You guys are my heroes. Feeling better now. Thks to U and my folks. Mom wants you & Tyler over for lunch tomorrow. 12:30 OK?
Me: CU@12:30. Glad to hear UR doing OK. You scared the (poo emoji) out of us.
Stinky: IK. Sorry. BTW Got a weird text from Mia. Talk about it tomorrow
Me: K
The rest of that Saturday was spent at home, catching up on sleep and just hanging out with my folks.
I woke up on Sunday morning at around 10, horny as hell. No prospects in the short term except my hands and a butt plug (yes, I've got a few toys in my drawer), so I decided to take matters into my own hands. I was feeling lazy and didn't want to go to the trouble of flipping my legs over my head so I could suck myself off, so I picked up my phone and went to my favorite porn site. Smiling to myself, I did a search on "tripod" just to see if anything would come up. Wouldn't you know, there were a bunch of videos of short guys with big dicks...not many, but just enough to do the trick. Talk about "representation matters!" I reached over for the lube and slicked myself up. I grabbed the butt plug and shoved it in hard. I rested the phone against a box of tissues, so I could scroll with one hand, while jacking my rod with the other. Didn't like the first video, so I kept scrolling. Nope. Nope. Nope. The first few videos weren't doing much for me. Either the guys weren't really into it or worse, they couldn't even get it up. Then I hit on a video that instantly gave me that dopamine rush. Two young guys--early twenties, I guess. The top was really cute and had a smile that made my heart flutter. He was muscular, about six feet (1.80M) tall and nicely hung, but not huge. It was the bottom, a short, blond guy who was packing at least ten inches. Now I was really getting into it. I let the video play and took both hands to my slickened rod, stroking up and down at a good pace as I watched the two boys on the screen go at it. A lot of times, you can tell when the bottom's not really loving it because he can't keep it hard. There was definitely something between these two. The little bottom guy's cock was a meat bat, keeping time like windshield wiper in a thunderstorm as he rode the top like a freakin' cowboy. It bobbed back and forth as it alternated between hitting his own thighs and slapping on his belly.
I slipped my left hand down and started playing with my big balls while my right rubbed my fat cock head. Little jolts of electricity shot down my cock. My balls started to pull up tight as the boys on the screen moaned. Since I'm so short and my dick is so long, it comes up to my nipples when I'm lying on my back. Feeling myself getting close, I moved my left hand back onto my cock so that both hands were stacked on top of each other stroking my shaft fast and hard. About a minute later, the bottom in the video grabs his cock and shoots wad after wad of cum onto his own chest, face and even onto the wall in back of him. The bottom slides off the top just in time to shoot a power blast all over the bottom's belly. That was the last little push that I needed. I aimed my cock right toward my mouth. My orgasm surged up my shaft and I started to shoot. Hard. I opened my mouth and fired off my load, nine shots, most of them hitting the target--right on my tongue. The last couple of shots fell a touch short. As the orgasm subsided, I just reached down, scooped up the jizz that had collected along my chest and neck and licked my fingers like a lollipop.
I reached for the tissues and cleaned up the last remaining drops. Not quite as neat as sucking it myself, but very satisfying. Time to get up and shower.
I'd asked Tyler to pick me up at around 11:30 so that we could make a quick stop at He Brew, the local coffee shop. I wanted to pick up a little something to take to Eddie's house.
Right on time, Tyler pulls up in his twelve-year-old car. He'd worked summer jobs and part time in the evening for two years to be able to buy it. It was nothing special, but for him, it meant freedom and was his pride and joy. He washed and waxed it every week.
I hopped in and we headed over to the coffee shop. "Why are we stopping at He Brew?" he asked. You'll find out in a minute. I'll be right back.
Exactly five minutes later I hop back into the car with a bag of a dozen rugelach. These little cookies, made with a finicky cream cheese dough, usually come either with a cinnamon or chocolate filling. My great grandma Esther showed me how to make them a few years back. They're tricky to make, but unbelievably delicious.
Tyler gives me some side eye. "Let me guess," he says, "Rugelach?"
"How did you know?" I ask.
"Because my dad's mom, my Jewish grandmother, says that after chicken soup, rugelach are the most powerful cure-all known to man. Just one will make anyone feel better instantly," he chuckles.
We head over to Eddie's place. His dad answers the door. He's wearing a pair of gym shorts and a college t-shirt. I'd only met him a couple of times before yesterday and had never seen him in gym clothes before. It's obvious now that Eddie comes from a long line of athletes. His dad, like Eddie, is pretty tall (although to me, everyone's tall, haha), with a lean, tight build and the calves of a cyclist. Pretty hot...for a dad.
"Come on in, boys," he says, giving us a warm smile. He hugs both of us tightly as we enter.
"Hey, Tyler, Jaime," his mom Letricia says. She's in sweats, but still manages to seem elegant. She also hugs both of us tightly.
Eddie walks in, looking a hell of a lot better than yesterday. He's smiling, but you can feel a bit of reticence. He's holding back. As I approach him to give a fist bump, he pulls me into a tight embrace. It's not a "good-to-see-you" hug. It's more of a "I have no words to thank you" embrace, so tight I almost can't breathe, but I can feel his emotions. After a couple of seconds, he slowly lets me go. With Tyler, his eyes start to water. As Eddie approaches Tyler, he gives a quick glance to his folks, then pulls Tyler into a full-on kiss on the lips. It's not a sexy kiss. It's more like the kiss of life, all of Eddie's energy focused on showing his love to Tyler. When they part, Tyler is crying, too.
"Let's have lunch,"Mrs. Hondo says, trying to lighten the mood a bit, "We're having tacos."
"Sounds great," Tyler says, wiping a tear from his cheek. I echo his sentiment.
Eddie's sister Regina, who everyone calls Reggie, walks in just as the crying huddle breaks apart. She's fifteen, tall and very pretty with her hair pulled into intricate braids. Unlike Eddie, who looks black, but with Asian eyes, Reggie's more ambiguous in her ethnicity. She stops to give her brother a hug first, then greets Tyler and me, hugging each of us in turn.
Eddie says, "It was a team effort. Dad made the carne asada. Mom made the chicken tinga. And Reggie and I cut up all of the garnishes."
"It looks amazing," I say. "My family and I cook together all the time. When my grandparents or my great grandma come over, sometimes we all crowd into the kitchen to cook together. The food's great, but the stories I hear are really amazing. But you shouldn't have gone to so much trouble. Thanks, Mr. and Mrs. Hondo."
"Please, `Robert' and `Letricia.' You're not little kids anymore. We're not very formal people," Mr. Hondo says.
We each assemble our own tacos. I know good tacos. For a family without a any Mexican blood, they've done a pretty admirable job.
As we all dig in, it's fun for me to watch non-Mexicans eating tacos. Invariably, part of the contents spills out of the folded tortilla. They haven't grown up learning the "lean your head, not your taco" technique or the "use your pinky to prop up the end of the taco" technique.
After a few bites and a little bit of small talk, Letricia turns serious, "I want you boys to know that Robert and I don't have words to express our gratitude to you. We've been blessed to have such amazing kids. But sometimes, when you have kids that have never caused you any issues, you stop looking for them. We never realized the pain that Eddie was feeling and how his self-esteem was wrapped up in his need to be the best at everything and to fit everyone else's idea of what `the best' means."
She continued,"When you raise a black child, especially black boys, even ones who are as gifted as Eddie, you have to worry about their safety. Will they get racially profiled in a store? Will a cop hurt them for no good reason? Will another kid try to beat them up because they're black? But we know now that with Eddie, an equally dangerous threat came from inside." She turns to Eddie, "I'm sorry if I'm embarrassing you, son."
"It's OK, mom. Go on," Eddie says.
"Well, I don't need to keep rambling on, but now that we know what's been bothering Eddie and now that Eddie knows he has nothing to be ashamed of, he can start the healing process. You already know that we're seeking professional help," Letricia added, "But we all know that with the nasty things that have been said on social media about the three of you, it's going to be a very tough week at school. Please, please keep Eddie close. Be there for each other. Let your folks know if there's something you feel you can't handle or if you just need emotional support."
Eddie looked embarrassed, but you could see by the way he was fixed on his mom that there was nothing but love there.
"Who's ready for dessert? We decided to skip tres leches or flan," Robert asked, referring to two desserts that seem to be everywhere in the Spanish-speaking world. Letricia opted for a dessert that her relatives swear has magic-healing properties."
Letricia appears with a sweet potato pie. "This particular recipe has been in my family for generations," she beams with pride. "Whenever anyone is feeling down, we always make this pie."
Tyler and I look at each other and start to laugh, as I pull the bag of rugelach from my backpack.
"We have a slightly different tradition in both Tyler's and my family," I say, "Try one of these cookies." I hand one to Eddie and each of his family members. They take a bite and smile widely.
"OMG, these are soooo good," Reggie says. Her mom and dad nod in agreement.
"These are rugelach. My great grandma says they work almost as well as chicken soup," I smile.
"Have a piece of pie," Letricia says, as she hands us each a piece of the sweet potato pie topped with homemade whipped cream.
As Tyler and I each take a bite, the unique taste of sweet potato, mixed with cinnamon, nutmeg, cloves, and cream causes a warm, comforting feeling to sweep through my body. Not quite an orgasm, but definitely right up there.
After lunch, we head up to Eddie's room to play some video games. Eddie pulls Tyler into his arms and starts to kiss him passionately, as if his life depended on it. Tyler, sensing the urgency in Eddie's kisses pulls back and says, "It's OK. I know how much you love me now. And I feel the same." Eddie seems to relax, smiles and picks up the video controller. "Now I'm going to beat both of your asses."
After he proceeds to do exactly that, we take a quick break. He tells us both to come closer, as he picks up his phone and shows us a text:
Mia: I'm not super mad at you. Just sorry you couldn't have been honest. Having a boyfriend who's bi probably would up my number of followers a lot. BTW, if you would be into a 3way with you me & Tyler, I'm down. We could post clean pix.
"That girl is twisted," Tyler laughs. "Let me think about it."
Eddie looks at him. "Are you serious? That would be just too weird. Mia would spend so much time trying to find the best angle for selfies that we'd both lose interest. Besides, we've already got someone we know likes threesomes with us."
"You guys are making me blush...and getting me hard, but your family's at home and we have other stuff we need to work on. How are we going to handle the PR around this shit show? I ask.
We went around and around, discussing various options. First of all, Eddie had to restore his social media accounts. You can't fire a bullet in the social media wars if you don't have a gun. Next, I suggested that they have an account as a couple.
"Don't you think we'd just be putting a target on our backs? Eddie asked."
Tyler added, "Won't that just make Megan madder?"
"It's not Megan who's support you have to win here," I said, "it's everyone else's. In the end, people love love. If you say you're sorry for hurting Megan and Mia, but that the two of you are a couple and have been for a long time and truly love each other, a lot of kids will sympathize."
So, @tydie_biboys was born. "Tydie," of course being "Tyler and Eddie" mashed together.
I took a cute, but not too suggestive, photo of the two of them together for their profile pic.
Later that afternoon, after agonizing over the exact wording, we posted the following:
tydie_biboys_: It's @tyler_gymnast847 and @eddiehondo_runs. Yes, we're a couple. We want to apologize to @meg_mag_mug and @miahottie.uanottie for not being honest with them. They're both beautiful, smart girls who we love and who deserve better. We're bi. We like girls, too, but we've been in love since we were 13. Being outed online is not cool, but we take responsibility for why it happened. @himay_not_jaymee is our good friend. We're not a throuple. But he's one of the coolest, kindest, bravest guys we know. #loveislove #no2bierasure._
Then, we waited.
Tyler and I had to get going and we agreed to check in with each other before 10PM. It was a school night, so we agreed that we weren't going to stay up all night checking the feed.
I got home around 5PM. We decided just to order pizzas and hang out. Some people think that being an only child is a lonely experience. It can be. But there's also something to be said for growing up having conversations mostly with adults. Hanging out with my folks, while not always top of my list, can be a pretty amazing thing to do. We settled down when the quattro formaggi and Margherita pizzas arrived and watched a movie together.
I kept checking the @tydie_biboys feed. After picking up my phone a bunch of times, my dad put the movie on pause and asked, "Is something going on you want to talk about?"
"Umm, remember when I posted something about what happened to me in the locker room? I asked. Dad and mom nodded. "Well, given the trashing that we got this morning, I figured we really should post something in response."
I showed them how we'd created the account for Tyler and Eddie and what we posted.
"You really should think about a career in public relations," Dad said. "Without knowing what you were doing, you instinctively figured out the rules of dealing with a reputation crisis. 1. Don't deny what is undeniable. 2. Take responsibility for what harm you've caused. 3. Don't point the blame elsewhere. 4. Do what you can to create a positive image for yourself, as long as it's genuine. 5. Speak with a unified voice.
"It would have been easy to just deny what Megan said, but in `he said-she said' situations, women tend to get believed over men. Besides, she really didn't do anything wrong. You guys look to be mature, responsible people, which you are, I might add. How are the responses?"
"Overwhelmingly positive," I said, "87 thumbs-up, 20 thumbs-down. The comments were mostly along the lines of, `At least you're men enough to admit you did something wrong,' `What you do in private is your business,' and `Mmm. Sounds pretty hot.' We also got, `You're still assholes for what you did,' and `Adam & Eve, not Adam & Steve.' Didn't that last one go out with the 80s?"
"Please be careful," Mom said, "With what happened to you a couple of weeks ago, you were the only victim. You handled it well and people sympathized with you. This time, Megan and Mia got hurt, along with Tyler and Eddie, who got outed. You were also part of what caused the hurt to Megan and Mia."
"I know," I said sheepishly.
After the movie, I headed up to bed and tossed and turned before finally nodding off around 1AM.
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