Tripod Chapter 13

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"TRIPOD"

Chapter 13

"Sleepless" isn't quite the right word. "Restless" maybe? I spent the night wrapping and unwrapping myself in my bedding, trying to drive the thoughts from my head of how I was going to deal with my meeting at He Brew. At 6:30 the alarm rang. Totally unnecessary. I'd been up for hours.

I dragged my exhausted ass out of bed, showered, dressed and said goodbye to my dad, who was just getting up as I was heading out. No time to stop for a "how would you handle this" moment. I'd have to deal with this one on my own.

Of course, Miguel was there to greet me, perfect eyelashes and smile, but even that wondrous sight wasn't enough to stem the dread in the pit of my stomach for what I knew I had to do.

"Hey, hot stuff," Miguel said warmly, "what can I get you today?"

"Double shot cappuccino, whole milk, garlic bagel toasted with peanut butter," I muttered.

"Need some extra protein for this afternoon, and a little extra caffeine to help charge you up? Well, make sure you brush your teeth, I don't want to be kissing that garlic-breath mouth," Miguel said.

"Didn't sleep much last night. I had something on my mind. Yeah, I definitely need the caffeine," I said.

"We're not too busy yet. I've got a minute. Wanna talk about it? Anything I can help with?" he said.

"Maybe," I said. "Ever have a friend do something that you knew was wrong, but you weren't sure whether to risk your friendship by pointing it out?"

"Did this person hurt you? Or did they do something that hurt someone else?" Miguel asked.

"They didn't hurt me. I guess you could say they hurt someone else, but not physically. Maybe not even emotionally. But what they did was wrong. I'm afraid that if I do something about it, it could ruin our friendship."

"My abuela always told me that sometimes doing the right thing is the hardest thing, but it's still the only thing to do," Miguel said.

"I bet your abuela knows mine," I smiled. "Please keep this between us, OK?"

Miguel nodded. Then he got my order ready and handed it to me. Just as I sat down, Tyler walked into He Brew, caught my eye and waved. He looked concerned. After making small talk with Miguel, Tyler grabbed his coffee and blueberry muffin and sat down.

"What's up, Tripod? Your text made it sound super important. And why no Eddie?" He asked.

"I need to talk to you alone about something. Something I saw in the video I was editing last night. I didn't believe it at first. I guess I only caught it on video by accident as I moved my camera off of the person I was interviewing. I had to freeze the shot and blow it up to be sure," I said.

"You catch someone selling pot or maybe getting a blow job under the bleachers? Tyler joked.

"No. I didn't want Eddie here because he thinks you walk on water and I didn't want to spoil it for him," I said quietly.

"Dude, what are you talking about?" Tyler said, looking tense.

"Why did you steal money from that girl at the rally?" I asked.

"I don't know what you're talking about, but whatever you think you saw, it wasn't me," Tyler said, getting angry.

"I wouldn't say anything if I wasn't 100% certain. I know what I saw. Come on, Tyler, you're more than just a buddy to me. We've been friends for years, but in the past two weeks, we've become really close. You and Eddie mean a lot to me. Don't try to bullshit me."

I had saved the project to a cloud server overnight and downloaded the image to my phone, along with a second image of the girl and her handbag with Tyler cropped out. I showed Tyler the shot of the girl and him. His hand was in her bag and money was clearly in his hand. "The image is sharp. It's you," I said.

"You're like my brother, Jaime, my very well-hung, incestuous brother. Why would I ever lie to you? It's not me." Tyler insisted, but not very convincingly.

I felt the color rise in my face and I didn't want to start a screaming match in public. I stood up. "Then I think we're done here. Don't worry, I won't say anything to Eddie. Don't text me. This one's on you." I downed the last of my coffee, grabbed my bagel and I threw my backpack onto my back. This was more painful than I'd even imagined it could be.

"Jaime, please," the color had drained from Tyler's face, "sit down. Hear me out," he whispered, not wanting anyone at the few occupied tables to hear.

He continued, "I need money to get my car back."

"What are you talking about? Your folks said they'd help and you said you'd pay the rest from your savings, right?"

"That's the problem," Tyler said. "I don't have any savings. After I bought my car, my parents told me to keep saving money and I told them that I was doing that. But I spent money on crap for my car and video games and only had $18.36 in my savings account when the car got trashed. My folks will kill me if they find out I've got almost nothing saved."

"Then you planned to steal the money instead?" I asked incredulously.

"I didn't plan anything. There was like a thousand people at that rally. We were squished in together. This girl standing next to me had this fancy designer purse and it was open. There was $100 just sitting there. It was a stupid impulse, I know, but I really need the money, Bro. What teenage girl walks around with a $1,000 bag and $100 in cash just sitting there? Obviously, she's rich and she won't miss it anyway."

"That's not the point, Tyler. You stole money and then you basically spit in my face and Eddie's face and your parents' faces because you never told us you had a money problem in the first place. Maybe we could have helped you. I've got a little money saved. I would have lent you the money. I'm sure Eddie would, too, if he's got any cash. And you were too chicken shit just to tell your folks that you fucked up in the first place by spending the money you said you'd saved," I said, using all the restraint I could to keep from screaming.

"I know. I do stupid things sometimes. I don't always think things through before I do them. But I'm a good guy though," Tyler was pleading for forgiveness without asking for it.

"Tyler, I wasted years not being happy because I didn't talk about what was bothering me with people who cared and could have helped. Don't make the same mistake I did.

"If I didn't think you were a good guy, I'd never have asked to talk to you in private. I'd have turned the video into the school and had them deal with it. Anyone could have taken a video at the rally and caught you. You'd never have known it was me who shot it. You might have gotten arrested. You'd definitely have gotten suspended."

Tyler's mouth dropped open, "Why would you do something like that?"

I leaned in and whispered, "Because someone committed a crime. There's a victim who didn't deserve what happened to her. You have no idea what she was going to use that money for. Maybe to buy her dying grandma her last birthday gift. Maybe just to buy herself something she doesn't really need. It's not the point. You fucked up. You need to fix it now. Prove that you're a good guy. Give the money back and tell your parents you need their help."

"Are you shitting me? I don't even know who that girl is? How am I gonna give her the money back?" Tyler begged.

"I've got a hi-res still of her face with you cropped out. That purse shouldn't be too hard to spot again. We can ask around to see if anyone knows who she is. You tell her that you saw the money fall out of her open purse. You tried to catch up to her, but there were too many people and you got lost in the crowd. And that you're really glad you were able to get the money back to her." I explained.

"You're killing me, dude," Tyler moaned.

"Can you think of a better way to fix this?" I asked. "You know I'm right, right?"

"Yeah, I guess." Tyler said.

Then Tyler turned very serious, "Jaime, I'm really, really sorry. It was a stupid thing to do. I should have talked to you guys about the money. I meant what I said about you being like a brother to me. You scared the shit out of me when you were just gonna get up and leave."

"How are you gonna deal with your parents?" I asked.

"Hey, telling them I'm bi was horrible. This won't be half as bad. I'm not gonna tell them I stole money, OK? I'm just going to tell them I blew through most of my savings and ask them to let me borrow the difference. What do you think?" Tyler asked.

"I think it's an OK plan. I guess you've still got the $100, right?" I asked.

"I'm not that big of an idiot. Of course, it's safe at home." Tyler said.

"If your folks won't lend you the money, I can help out."

"You know that the idea of losing you as a friend was worse than admitting I took that money, of course I'd pay you back. I'm still working part time on weekends at that job that pays me shit, but I'd get you the money," Tyler said.

You know, Eddie may be the smartest guy I've ever met, but you're the smartest about how people work. You're a fucking people genius" Tyler smirked.

"I spent a lot of time feeling like I didn't belong anywhere, so I guess I just learned to stand on the sidelines and watch how people behave and what makes them act the way they do," I said.

"Now what are you gonna say to Eddie?" I asked.

Tyler flinched, "Why do I have to tell Eddie?

"Because you do. He'll forgive you if you tell him the truth, but he'll have a much harder time if he finds out from someone else," I said.

"You're not thinking of telling him, are you?" Tyler gulped.

"No. That's your responsibility. I haven't told anyone else, but you need to make sure that Eddie finds out from you first, OK? You are a good guy, Ty. But you need to prove it sometimes."

Tyler smiled meekly. "I don't know how Eddie and me would have gotten through the past week without you, my brother." He stood up and walked behind me. He leaned over and hugged me tightly, "We've got to get going. Aren't you gonna say goodbye to your Latin lover?" Tyler chided.

"Yup. Give me a sec," I smiled.

As Tyler gathered up his stuff, I walked over to Miguel and gave him a quick peck on the cheek, "I'll see you here at 4?"

"I wouldn't miss it," Miguel said, flashing that amazing smile and batting those perfect eyelashes.

Tyler and I walked into school and headed to our respective home rooms. The usual boring announcements were recited by the kid who was waiting for his big break doing voiceovers. "Sorry, dude, better get that degree in business administration," I thought to myself.

In second period chemistry, Tyler, Eddie and I met up again. Eddie walked over and gave me a hug. Tyler looked like the wind had been taken out of him. Eddie looked angry.

"I guess I got what I deserved," Tyler said. "Eddie's really pissed, but you were right. Better to have Eddie pissed off at me because I told him the truth, than have to live with a lie."

"Everyone fucks up sometimes," Eddie said. "Tyler really did do something stupid and I'm pissed at him for doing it, but I'm happy that we have a friend who cared enough to make him see that what he did was really wrong."

I showed Eddie the still image to see if he knew who the girl was, but he didn't.

"We can ask around at lunch to see if anyone knows her," I said.

Mr. Choi's lecture was about as interesting as a talk about moles and Avogadro's number could be. In other words, pretty snooze-worthy, but I took notes and Mr. Choi is always a feast for the eyes and food for fantasies.

At lunch, Tyler, Eddie and I were joined by Seán O'Hanlon and Ron Ianello from the gymnastics team. Ron had never sat with us at lunch before.

"Hey, Ron," Tyler said, "what's up? Nice of you to join us for lunch. Is it `Allies' Week' or something? Think you can handle the conversation between four guys who are into guys? You know, we usually talk about raunchy stuff like when the next chemistry exam is scheduled and when I'm gonna get my car back from the shop."

Ron laughed, "I expected better from you, Tyler. Maybe Seán here wants to talk about Irish dancing and family genealogies, but I need some advice about sex stuff and figured you guys would be a good place to go. I'm betting that not only do all of you love to take it up the butt, but you can help me with a related topic. I'm here for some advice."

Seán turned bright red and looked down at the floor. Eddie just smiled. Tyler and I laughed.

"Welcome to `Ifs, Ands and Butts.' I'm your host Jaime. Can I have the next caller, please?" I joked.

Everyone laughed, even Seán, who was still clearly uncomfortable about the topic.

Ron took a second to gather up his thoughts, "You guys know that I'm into some pretty kinky stuff. Even as a kid, I used to act out just so my mom would spank me. It would turn me on so much that I'd have to run to the bathroom and play with myself afterwards. I know, it's weird, but it works for me. Anyhow, my girlfriend, it turns out, has fantasies about being a dominatrix. You guys know what that is?"

Tyler, Eddie and I just rolled our eyes. Seán blushed an even deeper shade of red.

"Ron, we're not idiots," Eddie said. "Besides, I like where this is going," he smirked.

"Anyhow, Stephanie wants to take this to a new level. She wants to humiliate me by getting a strap-on dick and fucking me while I'm tied up. Honestly, I'm totally turned on by the idea, but have never, you know, put anything& up there, and want some suggestions," Ron admitted.

Tyler, Eddie and I did our best to keep a straight face. Seán looked like the proverbial deer in the headlights.

I spoke first, "OK, unless you're into scat, (You know what this is, right, Ron?) you've got to clean yourself out back there first. Buy one of those disposable enemas and follow the instructions to clean yourself out first. Get a tube of water-based lube. You should also practice with a dildo or something else before she tries anything with you so that you can learn to relax. Otherwise, it's gonna hurt like hell, unless that's what turns you on."

Ron leaned in, "Well, I love getting spanked, but not sure I want to have my asshole ripped apart, so maybe I can start with some fingers?"

Eddie responded, "That's a good start, but your fingers aren't thick enough or long enough to get you there. I used to steal zucchinis from the fridge."

Seán's eyes looked like saucers. Ron smirked. Tyler and I just laughed.

Eddie continued. "You definitely want to let them warm up first. Trust me. I learned that the hard way. Start with the smallest zucchini you can find, then work your way up over time. Oh, and Ron, throw out the zucchini when you're done with it."

"I guess I could use a cucumber, too?" Ron asked.

"Actually, yeah, but start with the little ones they use to make pickles, then you can work your way all the way up to those English hothouse ones that make Jaime's dick look small," Eddie said.

Now it was my turn to blush.

"And that actually feels good, even for a straight guy?" Ron asked.

I snickered, "All guys have the same parts in the same places. Once you get that thing rubbing against your prostate, you're gonna love it. Then maybe we can recruit you over to our team." Everyone laughed, except Ron.

"Nah, don't think so. I really just get turned on by chicks, but I really appreciate the advice, guys. And not being made fun of," Ron said.

"Happy to help. Hey, Ron," I said, holding up the image of the girl with the designer handbag at the rally, "do you know this girl?"

"Sure, she's a friend of my girlfriend. Her name's Ashley Swenson. Her mom's loaded. She's a CEO of some company. Ashley's a pretty nice girl, even if she's totally into labels. Why do you want to know?"

"I need to ask her a question for the video I shot at the rally against hate. Do you have her cell number?"

"Sure." Ron shot me the number in a text. "Here you go," he said, as he stood up. "Thanks again. I'll let you know how it goes, back there," he smirked.

As Ron walked away from the table, Seán looked at us and said, "I'm never eating zucchini ever again."

***

There was no gymnastics team practice that day because Coach Melnyk had scheduled an all-day Saturday practice instead, so I ran home at 3:00PM to take a quick shower and brush my teeth. I wanted to be ready for Miguel.

With my hair looking its best and my breath smelling fresh, I walked over to He Brew and climbed up the stairs just as Miguel flipped the sign from "Open" to "Closed." He smiled as he saw me though the glass door and opened it for me.

"As you can see, the place is empty. I need about fifteen minutes to close out. Can I buy you a coffee and a couple of rugulach? I get an employee discount," Miguel smiled, showing off those beautiful teeth.

"Sure," I replied, "I can always be seduced with good coffee and great food."

The cappuccino arrived with what looked like an eggplant emoji written in the foam. Accompanying it on a little plate were the two rugulach with a tuile separating them, looking vaguely like a dick and two balls.

"Call me crazy, but I'm seeing a theme here, right?" I asked.

"You're nuts. You know, people claim to see Jesus in a piece of toast or the image of the virgin Mary in a tortilla chip. Maybe you just caught the horny spirit," Miguel smirked.

"I've got a serious case of it. Definitely a chronic condition," I retorted.

There it was. That smile. Those eyelashes. Not doing anything to drive out the horny spirit in me, that's for sure.

Damn this place has good cookies. If money were no object, I could easily balloon up to 150 lbs (68kg) spending my afternoons here eating their sweets. 150 lbs. on a body that was made to play a Christmas elf is a lot of weight.

Miguel wrapped up quickly and I grabbed my jacket and we headed out. It was October, but still pretty pleasant in a city renowned for unpredictable and predictably awful weather.

As we walked the six blocks to the park, I figured it was time to ask Miguel things that were deeper than what kind of milk to put in my coffee.

"OK, tell me something about you. All I know is your name is Miguel. I don't know your last name or anything else about you or even why you want to hang out with a high school kid like me."

"It's Contreras and I'm not Mexican," he said decisively.

"OK." I laughed.

"Well, people usually assume I'm Mexican. They take a look and know I'm probably not Puerto Rican or Cuban, so they immediately guess I'm Mexican."

"People look at me and just scratch their heads," I said.

"That wasn't the part I started to scratch when I first saw you," Miguel laughed.

"I mean, knowing someone's ethnicity isn't all that important to me, but it usually gets me talking about food, and the kinds of foods they grew up with, which is kinda cool to me," I said.

"Pupusas," he replied.

"Your family's from El Salvador then," I stated, secretly proud of myself that I not only knew what a pupusa was, but had eaten a few.

"You win a free one! I'll have to make you one sometime. It's just my mom and me at home. My folks split when I was little. They got married in El Salvador in 1998 and decided that it was not the place to raise a kid, so they came here. I was born in the US a few years later. I grew up in Rogers Park, went to Sullivan High School and now I'm taking classes at community college. I really don't have the money for anything fancier."

"I'm an only child, too. My background is all over the map. I am Mexican. Well, one quarter Mexican. My mom's mom is a Zapoteca. I'm a quarter Galician Spanish, a quarter African-American and a quarter Ashkenazi Jew."

"God, you really are the United Nations. That's so cool. What's your family like? Do they all get along together? Big family dinners at your place have got to be either amazing or a total shit show," Miguel smirked.

"They're really amazing. My relatives are a complete cast of characters, but some of the coolest people you'd ever want to meet. I really lucked out with my mom and dad, too. If I had to choose friends, they'd be the ones I'd want to hang out with. My dad's a creative director at an ad agency and my mom is a documentary filmmaker. I have a great grandma who is a Holocaust survivor, a grandma who's a doctor, an abuelo who's an anthropologist, an abuela who's a social worker and a gay uncle, who's also a doctor. And yeah, dinners with the extended family are amazing. Everyone loves food and everyone loves to cook. It's always an adventure and unbelievably, everyone pretty much gets along."

"I've always wanted a big family," Miguel said, "but my folks came here alone from El Salvador. I haven't seen my dad since I was eight. I don't even know where he is. I think I've got some family in El Salvador, but I've never met them. It's just Mom and me. My mom worked as a maid after my dad left to make enough money to feed us. Until I was twelve, she'd only take jobs where she could start after I left for school and be home before I got home. It was really tough. We ate lots of beans and rice. I got a part time job as soon as I turned sixteen to help Mom out. As I got older, I came to realize what an amazing person my mom is. She's denied herself a lot just so I could grow up OK."

"I realize I've been lucky to grow up in a family that had enough and didn't have to worry about money. We're not rich, but by a lot of people's standards, we are. But I also know that both of my grandmas were really poor growing up. I've heard their stories and know what they had to go through to get here. If I said I'm sorry that you guys had it so rough, it would seem like I'm talking down to you. I guess all I can say is that we can't pick the circumstances that we're born into, but it's great to have a mom who loves you so much. You seem like a really cool guy, so she must have done a lot right.

"But why do you want to go out with me?" I asked.

"Well, for starters, I think you're really cute, but you don't look like any other guys I've seen. You seem really smart, much more mature than the average 17-year-old.

"My abuela says I've got an `old soul,'" I said.

"I also have a thing for guys shorter than me. And I'm only 5'6". And you've got a smoking-hot body! You've got to be in the gym all the time," Miguel said.

"I'm on the gymnastics team at school. So is Tyler. Eddie's a runner way too tall to be a gymnast," I joked.

"I guess that means you're really flexible, too?" Miguel asked, with a glint in his very pretty eyes.

"If you're asking if I'm a bottom, no, I'm versatile 100%. I like to think that I give as good as I get," I smiled.

"Not that it really matters, but what Tyler said about you being really hung& " Miguel asked sheepishly.

"Tyler wasn't lying. For a really short guy, I'm really tall lying down," I laughed, but that got me thinking, "I used to hate that I was so out of proportion. Honestly, I only lost my virginity last week because I was too ashamed to let anyone see me naked."

Miguel's jaw dropped open, "Are you kidding me? I figured you'd be getting sex anywhere and anytime you wanted, `cause you're so cute and so nice and so hung. I get the vibe from Eddie and Tyler that you guys have played around, too, right?"

"They're the ones who took my virginity," I blushed. "We're really good friends and they've made me see that what had been making me embarrassed is the same thing that is really hot for some guys. I owe them a lot. It's been really fun hanging out with them, I have to admit. Not only are they great guys, but super hot in bed."

"I've got some friends like that, too," Miguel said. "They're not in a relationship, but I've played with them together and separately. I don't think I'm really ready for a steady relationship, but `friends with benefits' are better than anonymous sex. Sex is definitely better when you feel something for the person you're fooling around with, even if it's just the love of one friend for another."

"I think I'm kinda in the same spot," I said. "I just came out and just lost my virginity. I don't think I really want to be in an exclusive relationship yet. Honestly, I don't know if I'll ever want to be in a traditional, monogamous relationship, but I've got years to decide. Maybe someday, that's what I'll want, but maybe not.

"Does you mom know you're gay?" I asked.

"Yup. I came out to her when I was fifteen. It was hard for her. She really wanted me to get married to a nice Latina and make her an abuela. I told her that I'm so glad she came here so that I could be born in a country where I could get married to the person I love and I could still make her an abuela. That made her feel better. We're really close, my mom and me."

By now, we'd arrived at the park and were walking in a grassy area by a row of bushes. We sat down on a bench and admired the scenery, as well as some of the cute guys walking past.

"That boy has a really fine ass," Miguel said, "but not as fine as yours."

"I just realized that until today, I'd never gotten a close look at your backside. You were always either facing me or were behind the counter, and I'm way too short to be able to see another short guy on the other side of the counter. I really like the view I'm getting today, I have to say."

"Do you want to show me some of your gymnastics skills? It looks like there's a high bar over in the playground," Miguel said.

"I'd rather show you something from floor exercise," I said, "You go stand by that row of bushes. No matter what you think is gonna happen, don't move."

I walked about sixty feet (18m) away from him and got up a good run. Then I did a round off-back handspring-back layout somersault-back handspring-back layout somersault-back handspring-back somersault with 1 ˝ twists, which requires a blind landing facing forward. I landed literally one foot from Miguel, who, of course, with the shit scared out of him, fell backwards into the bushes, dragging me with him.

Once we'd fallen into the bushes, we realized that they formed a barrier with the woods behind them and that no one could see us from the park. It didn't take long for Miguel and me to figure out that this presented us with a perfect opportunity. He leaned in and kissed me. His kiss was just as good as those amazing eyelashes. I kissed back, slipping my tongue into his mouth, which he sucked on. We kept kissing passionately for a few minutes, until he pulled back and started kissing my neck. Damn this boy was good. Found the spot on my neck that makes me chub up instantly. Within seconds, our hands drifted south and I was groping his dick through his jeans. Not bad. I'd need a closer inspection.

He beat me to the punch and had already unbutton my jeans and was sliding his hand into my undies. A couple of feels and he pulled my underwear down to my knees.

"Holy shit! Tyler really wasn't kidding. You're fucking huge. I don't think I've ever seen a cock this big," Miguel was clearly overwhelmed. I was feeling a bit self-conscious.

"Hey, I'm sorry." Miguel said, "I just think you're really hot and I have to admit that I really get turned on when I watch porn of guys with monster cocks. You're like my fantasy guy come to life, but you're also really smart and a nice guy, too. OK if I suck your dick?"

"Well, when you put it that way, go for it," I smiled. Miguel got down on his knees and ran his tongue over my cock head. I was already hard, but was getting harder by the second. Then he ran his tongue down my shaft until he reached my nuts, "Fuck, you've got huge balls, too. How did you get so lucky?"

"Good genes, I guess. Each generation seems to get shorter and better hung. By the time I have great grandkids, they'll probably be all cock and balls, and no body," I joked.

Miguel went back to servicing all 11" and was doing an awesome job of it. He was loving this, taking nearly the whole thing down his throat and slobbering over my rod to keep it well lubricated. It was feeling awesome, but I didn't want him feeling left out. I gently pushed him off my cock and made him stand up. I unbuttoned his jeans and got his dick out of his underwear. Nice. About 7", pretty thick, uncut, medium brown. Very respectable for a guy his size. I got down on my knees and took to licking around and under his foreskin. Ever since I'd discovered the wonders of uncut dicks with Eddie, this had become a favorite thing for me. Miguel started to moan. My eyes shot open wide and I reached up to cover his mouth. Even though we couldn't be seen, I sure as hell didn't want to be heard. He got the message and tried to stifle himself.

I took his dick down my throat in one gulp, loving the faint scent of chlorine and sweat emanating from his pubes. I kept up the deep throating, alternating with stroking and swirling around his beautiful cock. Pretty soon, his breath was getting faster and shallower and I could tell he was getting close.

"I'm gonna shoot," he said, reaching down to pull me off of him, but I pushed his hands away, letting him know that I wanted to swallow his load. Within ten seconds, I could feel jets of hot cum hitting the back of my throat. I pulled off enough so that the last few shots collected on my tongue. Miguel was spasming with pleasure. As the last drips of jizz oozed onto my tongue, I let Miguel's dick slip from my mouth. I stood up and kissed him hard, letting him taste his own seed, which was lightly salty and a bit sweet. Kinda tasty, actually.

"You're no fucking virgin," he said, with a smirk. "That was amazing."

"Honestly, when you've got a dick as big as mine, it's easy to practice on yourself. I know what feels good and have worked for years getting the technique down. I'm glad you liked it," I said.

"Oh, we're not done yet," he said. He pulled me up and dropped down to his knees. I could see he was totally turned on, as he was able to use both hands and his mouth on my cock, stroking and swirling. As I was starting to get close, he pulled off for a second and stuck a couple of fingers into his mouth to wet them. He then went back to giving me an awesome blow job, but managed to slip his slick digits into my waiting hole. Between the prostate massage and his amazing oral skills, I couldn't hold back much longer.

"Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! I'm cumming," I said in a loud whisper, just as my seed took the long trip at high speed from my balls to my cock head and beyond. Miguel did his best to take every drop into his mouth, but I'm a heavy cummer and some of it was leaking out the side of his mouth and down onto his chin. He held my dick in his mouth for a little while until he was sure that I was completely spent, then let it fall from his lips. It slapped against my thigh with a loud, "Thwack!"

"Jeez, that was incredible," I said. His mouth was still full. He stood up and kissed me. I opened my mouth and felt my own jizz flow onto my tongue. That familiar, welcome flavor signaling the end of an intense orgasm.

Miguel and I stayed kissing and hugging for a few minutes afterward, then gathered up our clothes and got dressed.

"Ready?" he asked.

"Yup," I replied. "Hey, that was great. I hope we can do this again. And I wouldn't mind maybe hanging out or going out to eat sometime. Maybe you could even come over to my place and we can have sex in a proper bed," I said.

"I'd love that," he said, "żAmigos con beneficios?"

"Friends with benefits!" That sounded just right to me.

With that, we slipped out of the bushes, scaring the shit of some older lady who was feeding the pigeons, and said our goodbyes. My first official date was now in the record books and etched into my memory.

End Chapter -- 13.