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Chapter 15
I had a weird dream that my cock had turned into some sort
of strange hybrid of a snake and a dick with a mind of its own. It sniffed
around until it found my asshole. Then, covered with copious amounts of precum,
it slithered its way up into my guts and proceeded to fuck me, bringing waves
of pleasure, as both my hole and my dick were getting pleasure signals at the
same time. This went on until I was (sadly) awakened from my reverie by Noah's
knocking on the door and peeking his head in.
"Good morning, sunshine. Time to get up," Noah said, just a
bit too cheerily.
"Morning," I mumbled.
"Oh, my," Noah said, "most guys just have a little tent pushing
up the covers in the morning, you could fit a whole harem under there," he
laughed. "You said you wanted to get home by noon
today. It's 9:30 and you promised to make us breakfast, right?"
I rolled sidewise so that the tent effect disappeared. "I
was having a weird dream when you woke me up."
"Yeah, I can see that it was no nightmare," he snickered.
"What are you going to need for breakfast. I can start pulling stuff out of the
fridge while you shower."
"Granny Smith apples, milk, eggs, butter, flour, sugar,
cinnamon, brown sugar, and bacon or sausages. Actually, speaking of sausages,
that was kind of what my dream was about," I said.
Noah laughed. "Yeah, I bet. We had quite the sausage fest
here last night. You feeling OK about that?"
I sat up in bed and thought for a second, "Yeah. I'm good.
It was really fun, honestly. I love watching guys who shoot off like canons.
Nothing more disappointing than watching a hot porn video only to have the guys
dribble out a couple of drops when they cum. You guys were amazing. And Uncle
Noah," I paused for a second to think about what I was going to say, "I really
appreciate that you didn't push me to do anything more."
He walked over to the bed and leaned over to give me a hug.
"I'm sure you've figured out by now that Jermaine and I aren't exactly the most
monogamous couple in the world. We play a lot, both together and apart. We both
think you're very hot, but you're also my nephew and we love you like crazy. We
want you to explore your sexuality, but only in ways where you feel safe. We
let you 'drive the bus' last night because we didn't
want you to feel any pressure. From the looks of the show you gave us, we could
see you were having fun."
I gave Noah a hug back. "Give me fifteen minutes and I'll meet
you guys in the kitchen. Can you get a pot of coffee going?"
"Jermaine's already on that. See you in a few."
As horned up as I was from my dream and from the previous night's
three-gun-salute, I would have to save my thoughts for some action later. I
jumped into the shower and, as promised, fifteen minutes later was dressed and
in the kitchen.
Jermaine poured me a cup of coffee and I focused on turning
out one of my puffy apple pancakes.
As the pancake cooked in the oven and the bacon sizzled on
the stove, I asked Noah and Jermaine what they had planned for the rest of the
day.
"We're gonna do a little cleaning around the house," Noah
said, "head to the supermarket to stock up for the week, oh, and we got a text
late last night from Joseph the maître d' at Azotea. He wants to come over and
play this afternoon and he wants to know if he can bring our waiter Roberto,
too."
I laughed out loud, "Let me guess, Roberto's hoping for a
ten-inch tip?"
"Something like that," Jermaine said, "he wants to get
spit-roasted."
"I'm sure you guys are experts at that cooking technique,"
I smirked.
The apple pancake had puffed up impressively in the oven
and the bacon was nice and crispy. I served each of us a generous portion of
both. Noah poured glasses of orange juice and Jermaine filled up the coffee
cups. We sat down and dug in.
"In a family famous for cooks and cocks, you seem to have
bested us all in both departments," Noah said. "This is absolutely delicious,
Jaime."
Jermaine nodded in agreement. "I'm sure you already know
that you're welcome back anytime. Even if it's just to hang out and enjoy the
neighborhood and the lakefront."
The guys insisted on doing the clean-up. It was 10:45 and I
had to run, "Thanks for everything. I'll remember last night for the rest of my
life. Between the restaurant and what happened after, I couldn't have asked for
more." I grabbed my bag, gave Noah and Jermaine hugs and headed for home.
After the uneventful ride home on the "L," I found Dad paying
close attention to his computer when I walked in the door at 11:45.
"Hey, buddy. How was your night with Noah and Jermaine?"
"It was amazing. They took me to dinner at freaking
Azotea!" I said.
Dad's eyes widened, "How the hell did they get a table?
That place books up months in advance."
"They're friends with Joseph the maître d' there and he
owed Noah a favor," I said, not really wanting to get into the details. "The
food was incredible. You should take abuelo
and abuela for dinner there sometime. They'd love it."
"What did you guys do after dinner?" Dad asked.
"We just went back to their place and hung out. I was
asleep by midnight," I said.
"Yeah, just how much of you was hanging out?" Dad asked, a
devilish grin on his face.
"Remember the other night, when Tyler and Eddie were over
for dinner and you said that you and mom have each been with other people?
Well, I didn't ask you for all the details. You're entitled to your privacy. Let's
just say that Noah and Jermaine are great hosts and I had a fantastic time and
I'll remember last night for a very long time," I said coyly.
"You're right, Jaime," Dad said, "you're entitled to your
privacy. You're not a little kid anymore and I overstepped. I'm really glad you
had fun, but the fun's over. You have to go mow the lawn and rake the leaves.
And didn't you mention some homework you needed to get done?"
"Yeah, I get it. I promised I'd be home by noon to do the
yardwork and here I am. I think I probably need about four hours to get through
all of the school stuff," I said. "Let me go change into some grungy clothes
and I'll head out into the yard."
Chicago is a weird place weather-wise. By mid-October some
years, we've already had a hard frost. In some years, it's already snowed a
bit. In other years, it can still be fairly warm. This was one of those years.
It was nice outside. It wasn't summer weather, you could feel a chill in the
air, but the grass was still green and I could mow the lawn in a t-shirt and
shorts and still be comfortable. Now, if you're not from this part of the
world, you probably don't understand that you'll see guys walking around in
shorts here as soon as the snow melts in spring and until there's hard freeze
in autumn. We're kind of a hardy (or foolhardy) bunch.
By 2:00PM, the yard looked great. The grass was cut, the
leaves raked, and all the waste put into the proper green bags for disposal.
We live in a house that was built in the 1920's on a pretty
small plot of land, so it doesn't really take that long to get the yardwork
done. Mom and Dad had the house gutted and rehabbed when they bought it about
ten years ago. They knocked down walls and built a small addition onto the back
of the house to expand the kitchen. It gave us a lot of room for folks to
gather and help with the cooking. The kitchen is open to the dining area and
living room. Upstairs are two bedrooms now. There were originally three, but
they used part of one bedroom to build a second bathroom and the other part to
expand the master bedroom. I have the second bedroom and the original bathroom
to myself. They had the basement finished off, so that it can work either as a
TV room or as a third bedroom if we have guests stay. It's not a huge house by
any means, not compared to some of the McMansions that have been built in some
of the newer suburbs, but it's close to the city and it's got a lot of charm to
it.
And because it's in an old neighborhood, the trees around
here are huge. When November rolls around, and the leaves really start to fall
off the trees, it's kind of a mess, but for the most part, people are good
about either raking up the leaves themselves or getting landscaping companies
to do it for them. What falls into the street gets swept up by the city street
sweeping machines.
I headed upstairs to dig into my homework assignments:
chemistry, AP history, trigonometry and English. They all had work that was due
next week. I hadn't yet been accepted into any universities, so there was
definitely no possibility to let the work slide a bit.
By 5PM, I'd made a pretty good dent into my studies. I was
about to head downstairs to ask Dad what he wanted to do for dinner, when I got
a text.
Stinky: Watcha (up arrow) 2?
Me: Hey Eddie.
Homework. Should be done in an hour
Stinky: Wanna see a flick? Tyler's working. The new superhero thing
maybe?
Me: Sure. What time?
Stinky: The movie
starts at 8:10. Grab a bite first?
Me: Sure. Watcha feel like?
Stinky: Cheap Japanese
in the food court? Maybe some tempura and a soup. I can't afford sushi.
Me: I hear ya. Let me hit my dad up for some $$
Stinky: I can give you
a lift. 6:30?
Me: CU then
I walked down the stairs and found dad where I'd left him
hours earlier. "Hey, still working?"
"Unfortunately, yes. I'm reading a little consumer research
for another project I got called in to help on. Who would have thought there
was so much insight into toilet paper and people's bathroom habits?
Fascinating," Dad said, rolling his eyes up into his head and feigning dozing
off."
"Hey, Eddie just texted," I said. "He asking if I want to go
to the movies tonight."
"It's Sunday. You've got school tomorrow. What time will
you be home?" Dad asked.
"The movie starts at 8:10. I should be home by around
10:30. I'll have all my homework done, so I'm free tonight anyway. Besides,
you're gonna be busy reading about poo, so it's not like I'm dumping you for Eddie,"
I said.
"Well, when you put it that way," he laughed. "Do you need
some money?"
"You figured that one out. Can I have $40?" I asked.
"Here you go. Keep the change," Dad said.
"What century are you living in, Dad? $40 will just barely
get me a cheap dinner in the food court at the mall and a movie ticket. As
short as I am, I still can't score a kid's-price ticket at the movies anymore. There's
not gonna be a whole lot of change for me to keep."
He handed me another $10 and gave me a hug. "Have fun
tonight, Jaime. Love you. Make sure to come straight home from the movies."
"Love you, too, Dad. Thanks. And I will."
I ran up to my room to finish up my homework and take a
quick shower. After all the yard work, I definitely needed freshening up.
At 6:30 on the dot, Eddie pulled up in his mom's SUV.
"What's up, Tripod? Eddie asked, as I slid into the seat
and shut the door.
"Not much, Stinky." I smiled in response.
He leaned in and gave me a quick hug.
As we drove over to the mall, I gave him a quick update
about the night before. During my admittedly overly enthusiastic description of
the meal, each and every course of it, Eddie nodded politely. He perked up
noticeably when I told him about the circle jerk and flying cum show. He
started to rub his crotch as I relayed the details.
"Easy there, mister," I said with a smirk, "keep your eyes
on the road and both hands on the wheel."
"Sorry," Eddie laughed. "Tyler had to work last night and I'm
horny as hell."
"I'd offer to help you out, but giving you a BJ as we drive
down the road is probably not the smartest thing to do. Besides, I'm starving and
while you do shoot a tasty load, it's probably not much of an appetizer," I
teased.
"I get ya," Eddie said. "I'm
starving myself. Little Eddie will just have to wait until later, I guess."
In fifteen minutes, we arrived at the mall where the move
theater is located. Tyler's part-time job is working behind the concession
stand at the movie theater.
Eddie and I walked to the food court. He ordered the
tempura special, which comes with a miso soup. I ordered ramen with shrimp. I
mean, Dad did give me the extra $10, so I could splurge on the two shrimp they
added to my soup for an additional $3.00.
We sat down and dug into our meals.
"Hey, if you could have any super power, what would it be,"
Eddie asked.
I laughed. "That's easy. I'd be Glutton-man. My super power
would be that I could eat anything I wanted, as much as I wanted and never get
sick to my stomach or gain weight."
"That's not a superpower, dickhead." Eddie laughed.
"Oh, no? Do you know anyone who can pull that off?" Eddie
shook his head. "I didn't think so." I said smugly. "What about your superpower?"
"I'd love to be able to control people's minds, so that I
could turn haters into lovers. I could stop wars, racism, prejudice in general,"
Eddie said.
"That's cool. You know, you sound just like one of those
beauty queens, 'I'd wish for world peace.'" We both cracked up.
At 7:45, we headed up to the cinema to buy our tickets. The
movie had already been playing for a week, and it was a Sunday night, so it
wasn't too crowded. We each paid our $13 for a ticket, then searched the
concession stand to see if we could spot Tyler. He was easy to notice with
those beautiful blue eyes and handsome face. He saw us right away and motioned
us over.
"Well, my night just got a lot better looking. What's up,
studs?" Tyler asked.
"My folks flight got delayed back from Atlanta. They won't
get in until after midnight and Reggie can babysit herself, so I figured I
might as well take in the new superhero thing. You weren't available, so I
called this little sex machine to see if he could be my escort," Eddie said.
"Who are you calling an escort?" I asked. "I don't charge
for my services. For you boys, I definitely put out for free." Tyler and Eddie laughed.
"Well, I get off work at 10:00, just as the movie lets out.
Can I get a lift home? My car's still in the shop and I really don't want to
waste the little money I have on a ride share," Tyler said.
"Definitely," said Eddie.
"You guys want popcorn or some candy or something to drink?"
Tyler asked.
"I'll take some chocolate-covered peanuts. I'm feeling rich
tonight," I said.
"It's on me," Tyler said, as he handed me the box of candy.
"You get an employee discount?" I asked.
"Just a five-finger discount," Tyler said.
"Ring me up. I don't want you to get fired. Don't argue." I
looked at Tyler with poison arrows shooting out of my eyes. "I thought you'd
learned your lesson."
Eddie wasn't looking too pleased either.
"That will be $5.47, sir," Tyler said, looking a little
pissed off, but realizing he had no choice. "I hate it when you're right, which
is most times. Enjoy the show. I'll be waiting for you here in the lobby when
you get out."
We found a couple of decent seats. The theater was only
about half full. We sat through the never-ending ads and coming attractions
before the movie started. The acting was good. The cinematography, special
effects, editing and audio work were awesome. Unfortunately, the story was
pretty lame. That is until they got to the part where two of the superheroes
came out as boyfriends. Yes! Representation matters.
The audience reaction was mixed. A few cheers. A few, "Oh,
brothers." But no boos. Maybe we were making some progress after all.
At 10:00, before the credits ended, Eddie grabbed me and
dragged me out of the theater. "You can look up who did what online. Let's go
grab Tyler and get out of here," he said.
Tyler was standing in the lobby, as promised, looking hot
as always. "How was the flick, guys? Two superhero dudes getting it on. Did you
stop to think about how hot it would be to watch the guy who can move at super
speed fuck the guy who can stretch himself into any imaginable position? Anyone
smell burning rubber?" We all laughed.
As we walked to the car, Eddie said, "I'm really horny. Let's
drive over to the park and you know, maybe all get each other off?"
"That's an excellent idea," said Tyler. "Little Tyler could
use a workout."
"Let's make it quick," I said. "I need to get home."
We drove over to the park. The place was deserted, and we parked
away from any streetlights. Eddie flipped down the back seats, so that the
cargo area was big enough to hold the three of us.
"I don't have anything to clean up with, guys, so it's got
to be strictly oral and you have to swallow," Eddie said.
"That's why I love you," laughed Tyler. "Always so
practical."
It was a little uncomfortable back there. It was definitely
worse for Eddie. Being short does have some advantages. We slipped off our
jeans and underwear and got to work. I sucked Tyler while he sucked Eddie. Tyler's
thick, hard cock fit nicely into my wide-stretched mouth. While I reached down
to work on my own dick, I sucked and stroked Tyler's. He was definitely
enjoying the attention, as drips of pre-cum were being greedily lapped up by this
cockhound. I slipped my hand off my cock and pulled
off of Tyler's dick just long enough to slick up a finger in my mouth. Then I
got back to bobbing up and down on his rock-hard member, as I slid my slippery
finger into his tight hole. I heard him moan; his mouth was filled with Eddie's
huge, black snake. He pulled off to take a breath and slide Eddie's foreskin
back and forth. Eddie was starting to moan, too. While Eddie couldn't get into
position to suck my dick, he reached over and started to play with it. Having
11" for him to grab did make the reach a little easier.
"That feels awesome, Jaime. Keep doing what you're doing,"
Tyler said.
By now, the windows of the car were all steamed up and we
were all getting close. Another few seconds and Tyler started to groan. I was
rewarded with shot after shot of his hot cum pummeling my tongue. I felt his butthole
clench around my fingers about ten times, as he filled up my mouth with his
seed.
Eddie, turned on by Tyler's moans, had started to shoot
into Tyler's mouth, only making Tyler moan louder. Once Tyler finally relaxed, I
let his cock slip from between my lips. I sat up and swallowed, enjoying the
taste of Tyler's jizz. Tyler milked the last few
drops out of Eddie's happy dick, swallowed loudly, then licked his lips.
"See boys, no mess. Nice job." I smiled. "Now, who's going
to help me out?"
Eddie quickly flipped around and took my cock into his
mouth and down his throat, as Tyler maneuvered into position to lick my balls
and hole. Tyler really knows how to eat ass, that's all I can say. Between
Eddie taking my whole massive meat down his gullet, and Tyler forcing his
tongue way up into my hole, it didn't take long before I started blasting my
seed into Eddie's eager mouth. Twelve shots. Eddie does give amazing head, too.
And swallowed greedily. The car remained spotless.
We scooted out of the back of the car, got the seats
flipped back up and headed home. I was the first one dropped off. I climbed the
stairs and walked in the door. The lights were still on and dad was sitting in
a chair in front of his laptop.
"Hey, Dad," I said. "You can't still be reading toilet
paper research."
"What time is it?" he asked.
"It's 11:35," I said. "I know, I'm a little late. Sorry."
"Sit down," he said.
"It's no big deal, Dad. I'm sorry," I said.
"SIT. DOWN," he shouted. Dad never shouts. He's the most
even-tempered guy I've ever known.
I sat down immediately. This was not going to be pretty.
"What time did you say you were going to be home?" He
asked.
"I know, 10:30," I said. "We decided to go out for a little
while after the movie."
"I'm sure you did. Did you think to call me? Did you bother
to check your phone?" Dad said, the anger rising in his voice.
"Oh, shit. I turned the ringer and vibe off when I went
into the movie and forgot to turn them back on," I said apologetically.
"Do you know how many times I texted and called you?"
"I haven't looked at my phone. I'm really sorry. But it's
only an hour," I said.
"Who were you with tonight? Eddie, right? He was driving,
right? I don't have to tell you what can happen to black boys and men, innocent
black boys and men, when they go out for a drive. I've told you stories about times
when I've been stopped. Nobody cares whether I'm half black or all black. And
it scared the shit out of me. You are not exactly lily white either. Every time
you go out, I worry about you. I love Eddie, don't get me wrong, I couldn't ask
for a better friend for you. But you have to understand what could happen to
him and to you.
"Jaime, you have been an easy kid to raise. You've always
been smart, respectful and curious. But this can never happen again. Please,
please promise me that if you're ever going to be late, you'll text me or call
or whatever. Just let me know you're OK. I'm pretty sure I know what you guys were
up to after the movies. Don't ever let your dick get in the way of your brain."
There were tears streaming down Dad's face. I'd never seen him so upset.
"I'm so sorry, Dad. I really didn't think this through. I
promise, I'll never make you go through something like this again." I stood up
and hugged him so tightly I thought I'd hurt him. I started to cry, too.
"You know, you've been an easy dad to raise, too," I said,
laughing through my tears.
We hugged again and I headed upstairs to bed, a deep pit of
guilt swirling in my guts.
End Chapter - 15