Tripod Chapter 21

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"Tripod"

Chapter -- 21

Talk about an eye-opening night. Brandon was just as obsessed with my dick as Miguel had been, but he was also excited by the rest of me. While the sex with Brandon wasn't as wild as it had been with Tyler and Eddie, there was something about last night that was special. Maybe it was giving Brandon the same gift that Tyler and Eddie had given to me, a memorable first sexual experience. Or maybe it was that Brandon is a fantasy himself, with that amazing body. (And where had he been hiding that massive cock?) I'm surprised to admit it, but I honestly think that it's because Brandon and I have chemistry. It's that thing you just can't describe, but you sometimes feel. It goes beyond just getting a good blow job or being a good kisser. It's being able to feel what they're feeling, knowing what will make them scream for more and seeing that they have the same ability with you. He makes you feel like you're special. Miguel just made me feel like a piece of meat thrown to a hungry dog.

It also proved to me that I needed to close the chapter on Miguel. While I thought there was potential there when we first starting talking, he proved to be what Mr. Choi describes as one of the "noble gasses." Those are elements that aren't made to bond with any other elements. Miguel is to relationships what neon is to chemistry. He makes for a flashy sign or a lightning arrestor, but not much else. Speaking of lightning arrestors, he sure took the spark out of getting naked together, that's for sure.

And considering he'd ghosted me, anyway, I figured a quick stop at He Brew would be in order. The boy needed to hear from me that I would never be available to fulfill his selfish fantasy.

Dad was already sitting at the kitchen table as I was about to head out. I walked over to him and gave him a hug.

"You got home late last night. Everything OK?" I asked.

"Just the usual crisis. A client decided to put their business up for review. It's not like when I was a kid and clients just bought commercials on TV, radio and print. There are so many places to spend media money now, but none of them is all that effective, so clients are panicked. They're looking for magic bullets to get their sales up. But there are none. How was your evening with Brandon?" Dad asked.

"It was really awesome," I said. "We made burgers and homemade fries. He wants to learn to cook so that he'll be ready to help out when his mom gets a job."

I love my mom and dad, but they really don't need to know every time I have sex, so I decided to keep the rest of our extracurricular activities to myself.

"I'm sorry that I missed dinner. How's Brandon doing anyway?

"I think he'll be OK, eventually. He's more worried about his little brother." I looked at the time on my phone. "Hey, gotta run. I'm hanging with Tyler, Eddie and another guy from school named Ricardo tonight at Tyler's place. I'll probably wind up spending the night. We're going to order in and just hang out, so don't worry, I won't be out on the road, OK?"

"You should probably take advantage of the birthday gift you got from Tyler and Eddie and grab some of those condoms before you leave for the night, right?" Dad asked. "I'm guessing you don't know Ricardo as well as you know Tyler and Eddie."

I leaned in and gave dad a hug, "No glove, no love. Got it."

"Oh, and remember, Mom gets home tomorrow afternoon. We should do something nice. I'm sure she's going to be exhausted," Dad said.

Ten minutes later, I walked in the door at He Brew and strolled towards the counter but stopped short. Miguel wasn't there. There was a new barista, being assisted by the owner. I walked up to the counter to place my order, "Good morning. I'll have a café con leche and a toasted everything bagel with cream cheese. Is Miguel sick?"

"Miguel doesn't work here anymore," the owner said. "He got into an argument with a customer yesterday morning, then ripped off his apron and quit on the spot. I'm glad I was in the store at the time so that I could step in to help fill the drink orders. He really messed up. I feel sorry for the guy though. He was always a good, hard worker, but lately he just seemed to be pissed off at the world. I'm surprised he didn't tell you himself. I thought you guys were friends."

"Yeah, I thought so, too," I said.

I paid for my order and sat down at a table. The café con leche wasn't quite as good as the ones that Miguel made and my toasted bagel was too pale for my liking. At least Miguel had been good for something. Ouch, that was a nasty comment, but then again, he had that coming.

I finished up quickly and walked across the street to school, fully expecting to see Brandon, smiling broadly, standing on the steps waiting for me. But Brandon wasn't there. Maybe I'd just worn the guy out the night before? Or maybe he'd had a meltdown when he got home. My mind was starting to go to dark places. I decided to send a text:

Me: Hey handsome. Everything OK? Not like U have to, but UR not waiting for me on the steps this morning

Within ten seconds I got a video call on my phone. It was Brandon.

"Hey, little buddy," Brandon said."

"Hey. You OK?" I asked.

"I'm OK, my brother's not so great" Brandon said. He looked as though he hadn't slept.

"What's going on? Where are you?" I asked, as a feeling of dread swept over me.

"When I got home last night, Braden had been waiting for me. We walked into my room together and I closed the door and gave him a hug. He asked if he could sleep with me. He said that he'd been having nightmares and hadn't slept OK for a long time. We climbed into bed together and I held him and he just started crying, sobbing uncontrollably. For hours. I told him it was OK and that I was there to hold him and he could just let it go. But he couldn't stop crying. Between sobs, he told me that what my dad had done to him just kept playing in his brain like a looped video and that he had been thinking about killing himself just to make it stop. I told him that he'd done the right thing by coming to me and that we'd get him some help. At 6:00 this morning, we took my brother to the hospital. That's where my mom and I are now.
Braden's under observation in the psych ward. At least my asshole father paid for health insurance for us. I guess this is covered."

"Oh, fuck, Brandon. I'm so, so sorry. Is there anything I can do to help out? Do you need anything?" I asked, sensing Brandon's feeling of helplessness.

"Honestly, I don't know. If I think of something, I'll text you. I'm just kinda stunned right now." Brandon paused for a second. He looked like he was weighing whether or not to say something. "I know this is going to sound really inappropriate because of what's going on with Braden, but I had an amazing time with you last night. Every time I think about it, I get this shit-eating grin on my face. Thanks again. And I'll let you know what's up with Braden, but it looks like he's gonna be here for a couple of days, at least. They need to figure out the best way to treat him. I'm just gonna spend the weekend with my mom. We've got a lot we need to talk about, too."

"OK, buddy. I'm around if you need anything. And take care of yourself," I said, genuinely concerned that Brandon already had enough on his own plate to have to take this on. "I worry about you."

"I know you do. Knowing that helps. Thanks. Talk to you later."

I headed up the stairs and into my homeroom. The wannabe voiceover guy didn't say much of anything that caught my attention, until he got to the last item, "And finally, the school is looking for volunteers to help prepare a meal for residents at a teen homeless shelter in Chicago on November 6. These are kids just like us who have run away or been thrown out of their homes and have nowhere else to go. I can't even imagine what that would be like. My folks are worried that I'll still be living with them when I'm forty. Hey, Mom's a good cook. Why would I leave? Anyhow, if you've got cooking skills like the Zucchini Mistress herself Jay-me Fine-Cruz, please contact Mr. Choi."

My eyes rolled back in my head, "Zucchini Mistress? WTF? This bitch certainly loved trading zucchini recipes with Brandon last night. Anyway, it sounded like a great opportunity to help out. I'd let Mr. Choi know that I was interested.

Later on, right before chemistry class, I filled Tyler and Eddie in on what was going on with Braden.

"That family has been through hell. I hope the kid gets some deep help," Tyler said.

"I can tell you that getting with a shrink is hard at first, but once you realize they just want to help you, you feel a lot more comfortable dropping off all that shitty, old baggage," Eddie said.

"We need to keep Brandon close next week. The kid is going to need some love, OK?" I asked.

Nods from Tyler and Eddie.

Then I filled them in on what Brandon and I had been up to the night before.

"I knew it!" Tyler said. "When I saw how he was filling out those jeans at the coffee house the other night, I thought, 'This dude is packing some serious meat in there.' I'm obviously very perceptive."

"You're just a total cock hound, Ty," Eddie laughed. "Come to think of it, you basically love any body part that can help you get off. You like tits, asses, pussies, dicks, balls..."

"Yup. Guilty as charged," Tyler chuckled.

Just before the bell rang, Mr. Choi walked over to me and said, "Well, hello, Zucchini Mistress. I've heard you can do wonders with a zucchini. How about volunteering to cook at the homeless shelter?"

"I'm afraid the rumors are true, Mr. Choi. I have definitely fed the hungry with my zucchini...and I'd love to help out. Count me in."

Mr. Choi laughed, then reminded me of our coffee date the day after graduation.

***

It felt strange not having Brandon sitting with us at lunch. Even though he usually kept pretty quiet, his presence was felt and he was one of the group.

Seán seemed fidgety, even more so than usual.

"You OK, Seán?" I asked. "You're moving around like Connor's got his finger up your butt."

"Connor and I are going to come out to our folks this weekend," Seán said. "I'm just kinda scared. My parents are really Catholic. I mean really, really Catholic. They go to mass every Sunday and sometimes during the week, too. They always donate to the church and even have a picture of the pope hanging up in the living room. I know they don't support gay marriage, but they also listened to the pope when he said that they should respect LGBT people. They were never really homophobic, but just not what you'd call allies either. Connor's worried, too, but he said he doesn't want to keep lying to his parents. But if they're pissed that he wants to be a vet instead of a people doctor, I'm kinda guessing they're not gonna be happy about him being gay. He's the oldest son. That's a big deal for Korean families, I guess. Remember, his folks grew up in South Korea. I looked up gay rights there, and it's definitely not the most progressive place in Asia. I'm nervous for him, too."

"You know you can count on us, Seán. Remember what Coach Melnyk said about us being a team. We're all brothers and we support each other, OK?" Tyler said.

Tyler reached over and grabbed Seán's hand. Eddie and I followed his lead.

"When we got outed," Eddie began, "Tyler and I had to come out to our parents before word got out on social. I couldn't do it. I felt like I'd failed my parents and I wasn't their perfect son anymore and I thought about hurting myself. In the end, it turned out to be no big deal for my parents. They love me just the same, but they also love Tyler, too. His parents feel the same way. Only you know if it's safe for you to come out, but you also need to be true to yourself and ask others to love and respect you for who you are and not for who they wish you could be. If things get scary or if you just want to talk, you can get a hold of any of us at any time, OK?"

Seán nodded, clearly moved by the show of support. "Wish us luck."

***

After gymnastics practice, in the locker room, I asked Tyler, "Can I bring anything over tonight? I'm guessing we're still on with Ricardo, right?"

"Maybe some extra lube," Tyler smirked.

"What's for dinner?" I asked.

"Pineapple and ham pizza," Tyler said. He waited for my gagging reaction, then laughed out loud. "I don't know. What do you feel like?"

"How about Thai? I've had a craving for some Tom Kha Gai," I said.

"And I've had a craving for some hot, hung, guy," Tyler joked. "Thai's good. I like that Chicken and coconut soup." Tyler responded.

"That's what Tom Kha Gai is, Mr. Sophisticated. Shoot me a digital copy of the menu. I'll help you pick, OK?"

"Sure. You're the food dude. Hey, you figured out what we're gonna do for Ricardo's coming out party on social media yet?" Tyler asked.

"I'm not sure. I looked through the guy's stories and feeds. He seems to only post pictures of his skateboarding tricks and selfies with girls. Not exactly the most well-rounded guy ever."

"Yeah, well, he could post a picture of himself eating oatmeal and it would still be hot," Tyler said. "He is definitely easy on the eyes. I sure hope he's as hot in bed as he looks sitting still."

"What time tonight?" I asked.

"7:00," Tyler replied, "we can figure out how we're going to tell Mr. Hottie's coming out story, eat dinner, then we can let the jizz fly. OK?"

"Sounds like an excellent plan, my friend. See you at 7:00," I said.

***

I pulled up to Tyler's place at 7:05. Eddie was already there, but not Ricardo.

"Hey, Tripod," Eddie said, pulling me into a hug. "I'm guessing you're ready to show Ricardo how you got the nickname."

"Hey, Stinky. I wouldn't be here otherwise," I replied. "Between the three of us, the guy is definitely not gonna be disappointed with the amount of cock in the room. I brought condoms, too. Ty, did you order the food?"

"Yup, should be here around 8:00. I'm starving."

"You hear anything from Brandon?" Eddie asked.

"Not since this morning. Wanna give the guy a call while we wait for Ricardo?" I asked.

Tyler and Eddie both nodded.

The phone rang twice before Brandon picked it up. The background suggested he was home.

"Hey, guys." Brandon said. "How's it going?"

"We're fine, but how are you and your family doing?" I asked.

"Braden's a little better. They've got him on some anti-anxiety medicine, plus something that's supposed to help with PTSD nightmares. I'm hoping the poor guy can get a decent night's sleep. He said he hasn't slept OK for months. Not being able to sleep can really mess with your head. I guess two people can go through the same trauma, but react differently. I've been lucky not to have nightmares over what my dad did, but it still fucked me up good."

"How's your mom doing?" Tyler asked.

"She's trying to hold it together, but I know she feels really guilty about what happened to us. She said she didn't know what my dad did, but I know she feels like she should have been able to get us away sooner. It's not her fault. That man's a fucking psycho. He had us all under his control.

"What are you guys up to?" Brandon asked.

"We ordered up some dinner, then we're gonna help Ricardo Pérez figure out how to come out as bi on his social media feed," I said.

"No shit? Did I miss something? I thought he was Mr. Latin Lover. The man who makes the ladies faint, right?"

"I guess he's going to make the guys faint, too. We're gonna give him a test run tonight and see if any of us passes out," Tyler said, raising his eyebrows.

"Well, he's definitely hot, that's for sure. Sorry I'm not there. Have fun, guys. And thanks for calling. Love you guys."

"Love you, Brandon," the three of us said in unison, just as the doorbell rang.

Tyler opened the door and in walked Ricardo, looking spectacular as usual. How can this guy's hair always look perfectly rumpled? I mean, it's like he spent hours trying to get it perfectly messy. It always looks exactly the same. As he smiled, two perfect dimples formed on his poreless cheeks. He always seemed to have exactly two days' growth of beard. Not one, not three, but exactly two. His shoulders were broad, his waste narrow and his butt begged to be grabbed. Ricardo Pérez was definitely not the guy who would go unnoticed as he walked into a room.

"Hey, Ricardo. Come on in," Tyler said, almost giddy.

"Thanks. Nice place," Ricardo said.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"Well, I came out to my folks yesterday. I guess it could have gone better, but I guess it could have gone worse. My mom had no issues at all. She's pretty liberal. I mean, Argentina was the first country in Latin America to legalize gay marriage. My mom grew up there and moved to the U. S. during some financial crisis in 2002. She met my dad in Miami. That's where he grew up. This is the tricky part. My dad comes from a super conservative Cuban family. My great grandparents all came to the US from Cuba after some guy named Fidel took over. The whole family are right-wingers. Even though my dad is third generation Cuban-American, they stick to the same old shit, I guess. He really has a hard time with me being open about being bi. Said that I should just keep quiet about it, then after I get married to a girl, fool around with guys on the side. I told him that that's not how things work these days and I want to be honest and not lie about it."

Eddie said. "Do you think he'll get over it?"

"I think so," Ricardo said. "It'll take him time. My dad and me have always gotten along good, but it's kinda weird right now."

"You sure you still wanna come out on social? It's probably not gonna make things any easier for you," I said.

"I meant what I said. Honesty is the best policy, right?" Ricardo replied. "I've fucked a lot of girls, but never cheated on any. I always tell `em that I'm not looking for a steady girlfriend, so no one gets hurt."

I said, "I'm trying to think how we can do a coming out video that's unique to you. All I see on your feeds and stories is stuff about skateboarding and you posing with girls. Is there anything that I missed?"

"Nope. That's pretty much it. I'm not a star athlete, even though I like sports. I'm not a great student. Not bad, just not great. I love my skateboard and I love getting laid." Ricardo said.

Then I got an idea. "Can you do a frontside 180 Ollie?"

Ricardo looked at me like I was an idiot. "Of course, dude. It's like, my signature move."

"What about a backside 180?" I asked.

"Yeah, but I haven't posted a lot of videos of me doing one. It's not my best trick."

By the time dinner arrived at 8:00, we'd shot and posted a single take video. In it, Ricardo appears on camera saying, "Hey, dudes. A lot of you know that I love doing frontside 180 Ollies. They're a blast to do and the ladies love `em. But I've been keeping a secret. And I want to be honest with myself and honest with my friends."

At this point, the camera pulls back to reveal Eddie and Tyler flanking Ricardo, with their arms around his waist, "I also like backside 180 Ollies, too. And I bet that some of the guys out there will love watching me do `em. What I'm trying to say is that I'm bi and proud. And I hope you'll still want to follow me."

Posted below the video was a caption: "I always thought I'd be happy doing just Frontside 180 Ollies the rest of my life. Now I know that I like Backside 180's, too. (bisexual flag emoji) (rainbow flag emoji) #bisexual #no2bierasure"

"What do you call this stuff?" Ricardo asked, as I served up heaping helpings of Thai food.

"The noodles are Pad Thai, the chicken and coconut soup is Tom Kha Gai, the red curry is Gaeng Daeng and the green papaya salad is Som Tum," I said.

"It's freakin' delicious," Ricardo said.

"Leave it to Jaime to serve up a feast, even if he's not cooking. Hey, have you checked Ricardo's feeds yet? Just curious to see reactions to what we posted," Tyler said.

"Holy, shit!" Ricardo exclaimed. "50 likes, 40 hearts, 23 'oh mys' and 2 poo icons. I'd say that's pretty damned good.

"What about the comments?" Eddie asked.

Ricardo scanned the feed, then read some comments out loud, "'Dude, I never knew you had it in ya, haha,' and 'My GF's straight, I'm bi. Would love to do both frontside and backside with you,'" Ricardo laughed. "Uh oh, this one's not so hot, 'Never watching your videos again. You're gonna rot in hell.' That was from a girl who wanted a relationship, but I turned her town. Hey, overall, I'm really happy. What you thought of was really cool, Jaime. It's totally me. You got inside my head and made it sound just like me talking. I wanna thank you dudes by having you three tap my ass tonight," Ricardo said.

The three of us looked at each other. "Ricardo, dude, I never had you picked for a bottom," Tyler said.

"Hey, when Jaime said, 'backside' he nailed it better than he thought. With chicks, I love to dominate and fuck `em silly, but with dudes, I want my ass slammed good. Deep and hard. And the bigger, the better."

"I don't think you're gonna be disappointed," Tyler said. "I'm big and thick as a beer can. Eddie's got 8 ½" uncut inches and Jaime's..."

Ricardo interrupted, "...a fucking legend. I'm gonna have to work up to him. And, dudes, I'm planning on taking on all three, at least twice each. And I wanna get spit roasted. So, let's finish up here and get to it. I've been waiting for action like this for a long time."

Clean-up was a snap; we'd eaten on paper plates with plastic forks and spoons. We just had to throw some glasses into the dishwasher. In five minutes, we were headed upstairs to Tyler's room.

Ricardo was first to move, pulling Eddie in for a kiss. "Just like I'd imagined it would be...awesome. I've been thinking about this since you guys got outed."

Tyler leaned in and started kissing me, slipping a tongue into my mouth. The aftertaste of Thai curry was kind of a turn on. I sucked on his tongue as he ran his fingers through my curls. My hands slipped up under Tyler's shirt and found his nipples, which hardened with my touch. He kissed me harder, obviously turned on by the nipple play. We kissed for a few minutes, then Tyler reached down to lift off my t-shirt. As our lips parted so that my shirt could slip over my head, I saw that Eddie had slipped off Ricardo's shirt and was kissing his neck as his hands slipped down the back of Ricardo's jeans, grabbing that boy's so-fine ass.

I could see the wheels turning in Tyler's brain. He grabbed my hand and pulled me over to where Eddie and Ricardo were playing. Tyler pulled off his own shirt, then turned to lift off Eddie's.

Ricardo's frontside was truly spectacular. Two perfectly rounded pecs, but not weightlifter-huge, more like a swimmer's perfectly toned chest which led down to an honest-to-God eight-pack. Not an ounce of fat on this kid. While Eddie kept up kissing Ricardo, I unbuckled Ricardo's jeans. Tyler assumed the backside position behind Ricardo's equally great ass. As the jeans slipped to the floor, Ricardo, without breaking his kiss with Eddie, kicked them off. He looked like he'd stepped straight out of an underwear ad. Ricardo really could be a top model.

I started to caress his lightly hairy legs and thighs. His legs were rock-solid from all of the skateboarding.

Tyler started biting Ricardo's ass through his underwear and reached under to cup Ricardo's dick and balls.

Eddie stepped back from Ricardo for a second to drop his jeans and underwear and let his big, black, uncut dick out of confinement.

"Fuck yeah!" Ricardo exclaimed, "I wanna suck on that." He bent over so that his ass was still in Tyler's face, but he could suck Eddie at the same time.

I reached up and slipped his underwear off to reveal a 6" uncut dick and two nice-sized, low-hanging balls. Tyler took that as his cue to slip his tongue into Ricardo's butt. Ricardo moaned. His mouth was already full of Eddie's cock. He was going at it like a pro, licking and stroking Eddie and trying to get as much of my friend's big, black dick down his throat as possible.

I slipped my head in between Ricardo's legs and started licking his balls. Then managed to get his dick into my mouth. This position didn't let me go too deep on Ricardo and it was kind of a tight squeeze, since he was bent over. I decided to abandon ship and try out calmer waters; Tyler was still crouching behind Ricardo, his dick hard, ready and unattended. So, while Ricardo sucked Eddie and Tyler rimmed Ricardo, I was on my hands and knees, giving Tyler's big, fat prong a lot of love, shoving it deep into my eager throat.

Tyler reached down and ran his fingers through my hair and down my face, letting me know that he cared for me and loved the attention I was giving him.

After a couple of minutes, Ricardo pulled off of Eddie and said, "Who's gonna be first to tap this fine ass? You, Eddie, or you, Tyler? I think I'm gonna have to save Jaime for last. Hey, Jaime, you gonna let me see what you got? You're the only one still with his underwear on."

I stood up, stuck my thumbs into the waistband of my boxer briefs and gave them a tug, unleashing the monster within.

"Oh...my...fucking...God, dude" Ricardo said. "The rumors aren't true. You're even bigger that what I've heard. Holy shit. Yeah, I'm saving the best for last. Tyler, since you're already doing such a fine job eating my hole, how about you go first? Got a condom?"

"Got a box of size XL rubbers begging to be used," Tyler smirked, as he grabbed one, along with a tube of lube, and got himself slicked up.

"I haven't been with tons of dudes, so please take it easy going in, OK? It's gonna take me a few minutes to get loosened up on that fat cock of yours," Ricardo said.

Tyler had already loosened up Ricardo's starfish with his tongue, so Ricardo had an easier time taking it than he had thought. Within a minute, Ty was balls deep and Ricardo was pushing back hard to get as much of Tyler into him as he could. Ricardo had gone back to sucking Eddie, who was smiling wide, obviously enjoying himself. That left me unattended. Ricardo saw me standing there out of the corner of his eye and, with his free hand, motioned me over. He grabbed my dick and started stroking me. Then he let Eddie's cock slip from his mouth and said, "Talk about a fucking fantasy. Three super-hot dudes aiming their huge cocks right at me!"

Then he slid my dick into his mouth. It didn't take long for me to figure out why Eddie had been smiling. This kid knew his way around the male organ, managing to get at least eight inches of me down his gullet without any scrapes on his teeth or any gagging.

Tyler was picking up speed as he slammed into Ricardo's ass. Ricardo was working Eddie's foreskin as he continued to go down on me. After a couple of minutes, he swapped mine for Eddie's. I stepped back and stood up on tip-toes and Eddie leaned down so that I could whisper into his ear, "Can I fuck you while Ricardo sucks your cock?"

"You're always coming up with great ideas!" Eddie laughed.

Since Eddie, Tyler and I had a no-condom agreement between us, I just grabbed the lube and slicked up the snake. Then I remembered. Eddie is ten inches (25cm) taller than me. If he squatted down to let me enter him, then Ricardo couldn't keep sucking his dick.

I walked around behind Tyler, and before I could even ask, Tyler whispered, "Open my closet door," then winked at me.

I walked over to the closet, my raging hardon bobbing happily back and forth. The door opened to reveal a little step ladder, propped at the front of the closet. I let out a loud laugh, grabbed the ladder, then positioned myself behind Eddie, who had already slicked himself up and had slipped a couple of his own fingers up his ass.

Safely in position, Eddie reached around and placed my fat cockhead at his back door. I slowly pushed forward. Just as the head slipped past his sphincter, I paused for a second so Eddie could adjust. Since Tyler loves fucking Eddie and Tyler's cock is super thick, Eddie was used to taking cock. It didn't take long for Eddie to start pushing back, easing inch after inch after inch of me into his warm, welcoming hole. Eddie turned his head to plant a kiss on me and said, "I've missed this. Love you, Jaime."

Tyler kept up the pace, pounding Ricardo's hot hole. I took a more leisurely approach with Eddie. I didn't want to cum yet, but I wanted him to get close by having my monster poking at his prostate while Ricardo deep-throated his cock. Eddie was moaning low and breathing hard. Another satisfied customer of the Zucchini Queen!

In a couple of minutes, Tyler sucked in a breath and said, "Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Keep squeezing my cock like that. Yeah!" As he pumped out his load. When he finally slowed down, Ricardo pulled off of Tyler and said, "OK, Eddie, let's see what you've got."

I pulled out of Eddie. Tyler dumped a glob of lube into his hand and motioned Eddie over so he could get Eddie's large rod ready for the condom. Eddie gave a little start as Tyler's hands slid up and down on Eddie's sensitive rod. Tyler slid the condom onto his boyfriend, then slicked it up, ready for rear entry on Ricardo.

"Go for it, Eddie," Ricardo said, motioning Eddie over behind him. Ricardo grabbed Eddie's cock and slipped it into his hot hole. After Tyler's beer-can dick, Ricardo had no trouble taking Eddie, although he did let out a slight gasp as the last inch of Eddie disappeared into his butt.

"Get over here, Jaime," Ricardo ordered, "I want more time with that baseball bat down my throat."

Eddie started to pick up the pace and Ricardo was back to moaning as he took my tool into his mouth, running his tongue under the head of my cock, finding the super-sensitive spot where the underside of the cockhead meets the shaft. Ricardo, just like with a skateboarding trick he was determined to keep improving, opened wide to get even more of my 11" dick into his throat.

I leaned over and stroked Ricardo's cock. He was dripping pre-cum and moaned as I slid his foreskin back and forth over the sensitive cockhead.

Tyler had recovered enough energy to get back in the game and took a position behind me, pulling apart my ass cheeks and slipping his tongue deep into my hole. He really knows how to eat ass and I was in heaven.

A few feet away, Eddie was getting close, egged on by a seemingly insatiable Ricardo, who apparently took his role as a power bottom seriously, slamming backwards on Eddie's dick, desperate to get every inch of Eddie into him.

A couple of seconds more and Eddie let out a loud moan, as he unloaded up Ricardo's ever-ready butt. Ricardo kept up the pace on my cock, sucking and stroking while Tyler's juicy tongue excited the nerves in my anus.

As Eddie started to soften and slipped out of Ricardo's ass, Ricardo let my cock slip from his mouth and said, "OK, little big guy, you're turn. I want every fucking inch of that monster in my hole."

Ricardo realized that our height difference was also going to present an issue, so he decided to switch things up. "Go lay down on the bed. I'm gonna ride you like a fucking race horse."

I slipped on a condom and got my rod slicked up. Ricardo hopped up on the bed like he was stepping onto a bus. He placed both feet on either side of my hips and in one move, sat all the way down on the viper, yelling out, "Oh my God, even I didn't think I could take it all. Fucking amazing."

He started to move up and down slowly, but always keeping nearly all of me inside him. As he got used to it, he rose up higher on the upstrokes. He was facing toward me, so I could see his cock bobbing back and forth, dripping pre-cum as he started riding me harder and harder. Within a few minutes, his words from a few minutes earlier had come true, he was bouncing up and down like a jockey in the race of his life.

Eddie got on his knees between my legs and slipped a finger up my ass, while he played with my big balls. Eddie's a tall guy with long fingers, which had no trouble hitting my sweet spot.

Tyler leaned over and started kissing me on the lips, then on my neck then on my ears, where he whispered, "Love you, you know. We both do."

Between Ricardo's warm, tight, bussy, squeezing my rock-hard cock, Tyler's sensual kisses, and Eddie's teasing my prostate, my orgasm was building to a forceful climax. I grabbed Ricardo's cock and stroked it hard and fast. I held off on my own climax for as long as I could, but when I couldn't contain it any longer, I blasted into the condom, eight shots. As I started to cum, so did Ricardo, with a little help from my hand, coating my face and chest with jet after jet of his jizz as he screamed out, "Fuck yeah, this is what dreams are made of, dude!"

With both of us spent, Ricardo stood up slowly, easing me out of his hole. Tyler grabbed a towel to clean me up and I slid the condom off and tossed it into the trash.

All four of us lay down on Tyler's bed for a cuddle and a bit of recovery time.

"You dudes are really awesome," Ricardo said. "Not only did you help me out of the closet, but the sex is a-ma-zing. Who's ready for round 2? Tyler, you're up."

Round 2 was just as much fun as round 1, but we switched it up a bit and I fucked Tyler while he fucked Ricardo, then I fucked Eddie while he fucked Ricardo, then Eddie and Tyler, having totally blown their loads, kissed and teased my nipples and ass while I blew a load up Ricardo's ass, while he leaned over the bed, presenting his well-used hole at just the right height for me.

By midnight, we were all spent. Ricardo decided to head home, but Eddie, Tyler and I cuddled up in Tyler's bed.

I said, "That was really fun, but do feel like Ricardo is missing..."

"A brain?" Tyler said, at the same time Eddie said, "Ambition?"

"Well, yeah, all that, but he's also kind of shallow. I was gonna say, 'Depth.' I mean, he did make sure that we all got off and he's definitely nice to look at, and he's at least honest, but I just didn't really feel passion from him like I do from you guys. It was kinda mechanical with no emotion behind it."

Tyler and Eddie looked at each other and smiled, then leaned in and each kissed me on the cheek. Then Tyler kissed my neck while Eddie kissed a nipple.

"I love you guys, too," I said. We snuggled up together like kittens and in no time, we were fast asleep.

End -- "Tripod"--Chapter 21