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"Tripod"
Chapter -- 23
Seán
spent the twenty minutes it took him to walk from my house to his house deep in
thought. He needed to be as brave as Connor had been in coming out to Seán's
own parents. He was petrified that his folks might do the same thing that
Connor's had, only this time using the power of their religious beliefs to
stand behind their actions, not backing down from familial or social media
pressure because, in their minds, God would be on their side.
He
found his parents sitting in the kitchen, each with a coffee cup in hand
freshly returned home from Sunday mass. His fourteen-year-old identical twin
sisters were nowhere in sight, probably in their room scrolling through their
phones.
"Good
morning, Seán," his mom said. "How was your night at Jaime's place?"
"It
was fine," Seán said. "It turned out OK in the end, I guess."
"Oh?"
his dad said. "Not exactly a five-star review."
"I
need to talk to you guys about something," Seán said. He could feel his heart
starting to race as his skin grew clammy.
"What's
up, Seán?" his mom asked, raising an eyebrow.
"The
reason I ran out of here yesterday is that my friend Connor's family had thrown
him out of the house and told him never to come back. I went to be with him and
then we went over to Jaime's place. Jaime's folks said that Connor could stay
there and they invited me to spend the night."
His
parents looked at one another with a look of alarm on their faces.
"What
could Connor have done that was so horrible that they threw him out of the
house? Something illegal? Was he selling drugs? Did he hurt someone else in his
family?" Ms. O'Hanlon asked.
"No,
Mom. They threw him out because he's gay," Seán said, steeling himself for
their reaction.
"That's
awful," Mr. O'Hanlon said. Seán couldn't tell from his dad's reaction exactly
what he thought was awful. Was it booting a child out of the house for being
gay or was it being gay itself?
"Why
would a family throw out a child for being gay? That's criminal. You love your
child no matter what," Ms. O'Hanlon said. Then the coin dropped and her
eyebrows raised. She turned to Seán.
"Do
you have feelings for Connor? Is he someone special to you? You've mentioned
him before, but really didn't give us any details?"
Seán's
eyes went wide and he started to hyperventilate, as the little color he had
drained from his face.
"It's
OK, Seán. Calm down. Breathe!" said Mr. O'Hanlon, easing Seán down into a
kitchen chair.
Then
Ms. O'Hanlon said, "Honey, we're not stupid. You're an extremely good-looking
young man. You've got a body that most men would kill to have. And I've seen
both women and a few men do a double-take checking out your butt, but you've
never had a girlfriend or mentioned any girl you'd like to date. We'd have to
be idiots not to suspect that you're gay."
"Y-y-you
knew? But..." Seán stammered.
"Well,
we certainly had our suspicions. It's OK. Obviously, we'd have preferred that
things were different, but we still love you. Just don't think you're going to
bring your boyfriend here for sleepovers. We're not being homophobic. We
wouldn't let you bring a girlfriend over either. You know how we feel about
pre-marital sex," said Mr. O'Hanlon.
"Well,
you don't support gay marriage either, so you're saying I'm never going to be
able to be with my boyfriend in that way?"
"Seán,
when you're out of the house and on your own, you will make your own rules.
We're not naïve enough to think that you're not going to figure out a way to be
with Connor anyway. We just want you to know that we don't condone it and you
cannot have sex together under our roof. That doesn't mean that Connor isn't
welcome here. Actually, we would like to meet him whenever you're ready to
introduce him to us," said Ms. O'Hanlon.
Mr.
O'Hanlon nodded in agreement. Then he said, "'Connor,' that's a nice Irish
name. He wouldn't happen to be..."
"Korean,"
Seán said, "100%."
"Oh,
well, it was worth hoping anyway," Mr. O'Hanlon said. "He's still welcome here.
Now, what's going on with his living situation? Will he be staying at Jaime's
house?"
"No,
that's why last night ended up OK. His folks got so much hate from Connor's
brother and sister and from the neighbors and social media that they showed up
at Jaime's this morning and asked Connor to forgive them and to come home.
Connor's back at his house now. I met his parents and they've invited me over
for dinner. Talk about a total change."
"I'm
glad for him," said Mrs. O'Hanlon. "Get over here. Sounds like you could use a
hug." Seán walked over to his mom, who hugged him and kissed his cheek. "We're
very proud of you, Seán. You're a good kid, you work hard, and we love you to
pieces."
Just
as Seán was about to get wrapped up in his mom's embrace, Seán's twin sisters
Aoife and Maeve walked into the kitchen, each one a perfect, red-haired,
freckle-faced, porcelain-skinned map of Ireland in America.
"What's
up?" Maeve asked. "This looks a little bit dramatic."
"Seán
had something he needed to tell us," said Seán's dad. "Seán, care to fill in
your sisters?"
Seán
took a deep breath, let it out slowly, and said, "I'm gay."
Both
girls looked at one another and laughed. "That's your big news?" asked Aoife,
in that grating, sarcastic tone that teenage girls have honed to perfection.
"That's the least interesting bit of dirt I've heard in, like, forever. Tell me
something a touch more exciting."
"I've
also got a boyfriend," Seán added.
"OK,
bro, spill the tea, who is he?" Maeve asked.
"Connor
Kim"
Maeve
and Aoife looked at each other and shrieked, achieving ear-splitting volumes
and pitches.
"Do
you know him?" Ms. O'Hanlon asked, flinching from the noise.
"OMG.
It's KBB!" Maeve said. Seán and his parents each looked at each other, wholly
unaware of what Maeve was talking about.
"Korean
Boy Band. That kid is like, sooooo fine. Congrats, Seán. We. Are. Impressed. I
didn't think you had it in you." Aoife said.
Then
Maeve said, "If he didn't have it in him before, he sure will soon!" The two
girls burst out laughing. Seán turned a shade of crimson and his parents looked
at the girls disapprovingly.
A
little while later, Seán video-chatted me and conveyed the whole scene with a
huge smile on his face.
"Did
you tell Connor?" I asked.
"He's
so relieved, Jaime. I don't think he could have taken another day like
yesterday. What happened to him is gonna stay with him forever. He's not sure
how he's ever gonna be able to forgive his mom and dad."
"They
sure have a lot of sucking up to do, that's for sure. I don't wanna suggest
that Connor should milk this for all it's worth, but, honestly, his folks owe
him big time," I said.
"A
car and a trip to Europe for him and his boyfriend should just about fit the
bill," Seán laughed.
"Dream
on, dude," I joked. "By the way, I've got a date this afternoon with that guy I
met in the supermarket last week. Darius the wrestler. This should be
interesting. He's not out at all. But he is really cute and seems like a nice
guy. We're just going for coffee downtown. Not gonna hook up with him. At least
not right away. Let's see how we get along first."
"Sounds
like a good plan. From the sounds of it, you haven't exactly been hurting for
fun in bed lately, right? Seán asked.
"Not
at all. I definitely can't complain in that area," I said.
"Have
fun. I'll see you tomorrow. And thanks again for your help, Jaime. You're
amazing," Seán said.
***
At
the crack of noon, Tyler video-chatted me.
"Whoa.
You look like you just woke up. Considering you sent me those photos after 3:00
AM, I'm guessing I'm right," I said.
"Jaime,
it was fucking amazing. There was like eight of us having coffee and talking
about how fucked Connor was, then Ashley said that we should get some signs
printed up and stick them on the Kims' lawn. Ron remembered that there's a
24-hour copy and print shop downtown. I mean, this is a college town, right?
So, we all came up with some stuff to put on signs and went down to that
printing store. It turns out that Stephanie is kind of a design wiz, so she
sits down at the computer in the store and cranks out a bunch of signs. By
1:30, we had all the signs ready, but we needed to get some stuff to stick them
into the ground. So, we stopped by the supermarket, picked up wire hangers and
some duct tape, and then Eddie gets the idea that we should T.P. their house,
too. So, we bought the jumbo 12-pack. You know, the one for families that wash
their bran cereal down with prune juice." Tyler stopped to laugh at his own
joke. "That house was so trashed by the time we were done. Anyhow, how's Connor
doing?"
"Are
you sitting down?" I asked.
"Dude,
I'm still in bed. Wanna see my afternoon wood?" Tyler said, laughing again.
"Connor's
folks tracked him down at my house this morning. They had his little brother
with them. They came to ask him to forgive them and to come home. I guess the
social media push got a whole lot of people hating on Connor's folks. Connor's
older sister saw the video and called from college to say that she was never
speaking to them again and hung up the phone. His little brother locked himself
in his room and didn't come out until his parents literally dragged his ass
over to my house to get Connor. And the neighbors, between the online video and
the signs you put up on the lawn, were either not speaking to the Kims or
calling them names to their faces."
"No
shit! That's amazing. Where's Connor now?" Tyler asked.
"He
went home with his parents. And then you'll never guess what happened. Seán
called me about an hour ago. Because of how brave Connor had been, Seán decided
he had to come out to his parents, too. And guess what."
"Oh,
no! They threw him out, too. Seán is a really sensitive guy. He's gotta be
totally fucked up," said Tyler.
"No,
you idiot! His parents were pretty much cool with the whole thing, except he
can't bring Connor over to have sex at his house...Mmm. I should start charging
to rent out my basement for hook-ups...And his twin sisters, they honestly
couldn't have cared less. Seán's being gay was a total non-event until they
found out that he's dating Connor. Now that was big news. They think Connor's a total
snack. Seán's now gone from being their cute, but nerdy, brother to a total
stud in their eyes."
"Seán's
gotta be happy as hell," Tyler said.
"The
poor guy is so relieved. Yesterday was tragic, Ty. Seán and Connor were
sobbing. I had to push them to go shoot that video. I felt kinda bad making
Connor do five takes of it in the cold at that creepy bus stop, but hey, it
worked, right?"
"You've
got that magic touch, little dude. Hey, I gotta get my ass out of bed and go to
work. I've gotta be there by 1:00." Tyler whipped off the covers to reveal his
fat cock at full throttle. "Wish you were here! Wanna do a quick video jack
session?"
"Looks
tempting, but I've got that date this afternoon with that kid Darius and you're
gonna be late. I'll catch up with you tomorrow. Have a good one," I said.
"Later,
hot stuff. Love you, ya know."
"I
love you, too, Tyler Jacobs...and your hot boyfriend, too."
Then,
I video chatted with Eddie to fill him in on what had happened the night
before, then told my parents about Seán's coming out experience before I
decided to check in with Brandon.
"Hey,
little buddy. What's up? How's your weekend going?" Brandon asked.
"It's
been crazy. Let me tell ya," I said.
I
filled Brandon in on Friday night with Ricardo, Tyler, and Eddie, then Saturday
with Tyler and Eddie, then all of the drama on Saturday night with Connor, as
well as Connor's folks coming to apologize and Seán's coming out to his family.
"Oh
my God," Brandon said, "you really have had a crazy weekend. I'm glad
everything worked out in the end for Connor and Seán." Brandon's expression
changed a bit and he paused to think about how to ask the next question. "Are
you thinking of becoming part of a throuple with Eddie and Tyler?"
"The
three of us are all kinda confused, to be honest. We really don't want to
decide anything. I have to admit, I really love spending time with those guys
and the sex is amazing, but I'm also not really ready to commit to anyone, let
alone any-two. Ya know what I mean? Eddie and Tyler have said that they're OK with
me seeing other guys, but they also said they'd be heartbroken if I decided not
to be with them anymore. It's kinda fucked up, but kinda nice at the same
time," I said.
"I
hear ya. It's confusing. I gotta be honest with you. I had a blast the other
night with you and would love to do it again if that's OK with you," Brandon
said.
"I
had a great time, Brandon. There really was something special there. And I'd
love to get together again. Tyler and Eddie were honestly really happy we did.
They like you a lot. Hey, more important, how's Braden doing and how are you
and your mom?"
"Braden's
doing better, thanks for asking. He should be coming home later today. They've
got him on some meds that are starting to work and he's had some intensive
therapy, which should help him in the long run. I talked to him a little while
ago and he sounded better. He said that he's now had two good nights' sleep and
it's helped a lot. He also thanked me for being there for him and that I
probably saved his life."
"That's
awesome, Brandon. And you and your mom?"
"We've
spent a lot of time together over the past couple of days. Just being able to
talk and get stuff off my chest has helped. And I know that she's doing a
little better, too. She starting that accounting software class this week, so
that should help her out, as well."
By
the time I'd finished with Brandon, it was 2:00 PM, time to get ready for my
date. It's only about a mile and a half (2.5km) from my house to downtown. It
was chilly but sunny, so I decided to ride my bike.
The
Deep Steep is a coffee and tea shop downtown with a modest storefront. I'd
passed it many times but had never gone in. It has about five small tables and
a set of low bookshelves filled with books and board games. A small sign that
says, "Take a book, leave a book," is sitting on top of the bookshelves.
It
was about five minutes before 3:00 PM and Darius hadn't arrived yet, so I went
ahead and ordered my usual café con leche. The desserts actually looked pretty
tasty. I scanned the display case and the chocolate carrot cake jumped out at
me. How can you go wrong with two of my favorites all rolled into one? I added
that to my order and grabbed a seat.
Darius
strolled in at 3:05, looking just as hot as I'd remembered: dark brown, almost
black hair, olive skin, perfect teeth, and a muscular, compact body. He
surveyed the place and smiled when he recognized me. He went to the counter and
placed his order, then walked over to my table.
"Hey,
what's up?" he said, as I stood up. We gave each other a "bro" hug: a quick,
two-handed, two-pats on the back, copied from the Mexican "abrazos" of my
abuela's culture.
"I'm
good. Crazy week, but I survived. How was yours?" I asked.
"Pretty
lame. Mid-terms. Wrestling practice. My sister broke up with her boyfriend, so
lots of drama at home. Do you have any brothers or sisters?" Darius asked.
"Nope.
Just me and my folks. Sometimes it was kinda lonely growing up, but my parents
tried to include me in lots of things, so I learned to like going to art
museums and concerts and stuff. It was pretty cool being treated more like an
adult than a kid."
"My
folks still have a hard time realizing that I'm not a little kid anymore,"
Darius said. "My sister's two years younger than me and we get along OK. We
like the same kinds of music and stuff, so we've got things to talk about, but
we'd both rather hang out with our own friends."
"I
know what ya mean. I love my friends. I came out about a month ago and ever
since then, I've gotten a lot closer to my friends."
"They
didn't have a problem with you being gay?" Darius asked.
"Tyler
and I have been friends for about five years, but when I came out as gay, he
came out to me as bi and it turned out that he'd been in a secret relationship
with another friend of mine named Eddie since they were both thirteen. After
Tyler came out to me, Megan, who was Tyler's girlfriend at the time, found out
and outed the two of them to the whole school. It was kinda tense."
"No
shit!" Darius said. "Those poor guys must have gone through hell."
"It
was really hard. First, they had to come out to their parents really quick
before word got back to their folks from other kids' parents. It turned out
that Tyler's and Eddie's folks were totally cool and Tyler and Eddie were
worried over nothing. And wanna hear something funny? It turns out that Tyler's
mom is bi, too."
"TMI!
God, you don't even wanna think about your parents' sex life," Darius said.
"Ha,
that's what Tyler said!!" I laughed.
The
server dropped our order off at our table: my coffee, Darius' tea, and it
turned out we'd both ordered slices of the chocolate carrot cake. We each took
a bite of our slices of cake.
"This
is really awesome," Darius said. "And I come from a family of bakers. My mom
and both grandmas are always making something, usually, it's some Persian
sweets made with stuff I've never seen used elsewhere."
"The
same here. My mom, grandmas, a great-grandma and one of my uncles are all
bakers, so we've got Mexican, African-American and Jewish treats, along with
the usual American standards," I said.
"Oh,"
I continued, "to get back to the story, but then Tyler's car got trashed with
racist and anti-LGBT graffiti and nooses," I said.
"Oh
my God! You're the guys that that shit happened to. I saw it on the news. It
made me sick. But they caught the asshole that did it right?" Darius asked.
"Yeah,
but it's kinda complicated. The preacher who trashed the car is the dad of a
kid at school. Turns out the dad is a total crook and a sleazeball. He not only
got arrested for a hate crime, but also for embezzling millions from the
church, as well as sexually abusing little kids. Anyhow, his son was the one
that put the nooses on the car, but it turned out that it was the dad that made
him do it. After getting suspended for a week, the kid comes back and not only
apologizes to Tyler, Eddie, and me but comes out as gay to us, too."
"Holy
shit. And you forgave that kid?" Darius asked.
"He's
actually a really cool guy and lived through hell with that sick fuck of a
father," I said.
"Oh,
and, I forgot to mention that Tyler's on the gymnastics team with me, and
Eddie's on the track team."
"You've
got three out male athletes at your school! That's amazing."
"Four,
actually. The gymnastics team captain is also gay. He just came out to his
parents this morning."
"We
don't have any guy athletes who are out," said Darius sadly. "There's a girl on
the basketball team and another girl on the track team who've come out. One's
pan and the other is lesbian. I'm kinda suspicious of this guy on the football
team. We've got gym class together and he keeps checking me out when he thinks
I'm not looking. He's pretty good looking, but he's like 6'5" tall and about
250lbs. I'm just not into guys like that. I know, that's weird, right? Most
everybody seems to like tall, beefy guys, but I kinda think shorter guys are
hotter."
"That's
so shocking." I laughed. "Isn't that why we're here now?" I said.
"Well,
that, and you also really know your way around the ethnic foods aisle at the
supermarket. I mean, I like to eat. You like to eat, right?"
"Definitely.
I love to cook, too. That was something else my parents got me interested in.
Holiday time around my house is amazing. Everyone loves to cook and we usually
pick a designated head chef for each holiday, then everyone pitches in to help.
It's great," I said.
"Hey,
you said you like to travel. Where have you been?" I asked.
"I've
been all over Europe and I've been to Iran three times," Darius said.
"Wow,
that's so cool. I've been to Mexico maybe ten times. And lots of places in the
US and Canada. My folks took me to London for my fifteenth birthday. That city
is amazing. Iran wasn't scary?" I asked.
"Not
at all, although I definitely wouldn't go out there with a boyfriend while
wearing a rainbow t-shirt and short shorts. The people are super nice. Really
friendly. The food is amazing. It's just not a place to go if you're not
straight," Darius said.
"And
I LOVE London, too," he added. "I have an uncle and cousins who live there. You
can just drop me off at the British Museum and swing by to pick me up three
days later. I love history. I'm such a nerd."
"Really?
Me, too," I said. "I'm taking AP History. And my parents had to literally pick
me up and drag me out of the British Museum. There are just so many interesting
things to see there. And London has tons of hot men walking in the street
holding hands. Our hotel was right near Old Compton Street in Soho, so we'd
walk past the gay bars. I wasn't out to my folks then and I pretended not to
pay much attention, but it all looked hot. I hope to go back someday. How did
you get into wrestling?" I asked.
"Well,
I'm not tall enough for basketball and not big enough for football. I kinda
prefer individual sports anyway, but I'm small to be a swimmer and not flexible
enough to be a gymnast. But to be honest, it's because when I was a kid, I used
to get kinda turned on watching wrestlers on TV and I thought that fighting
with another dude to see who gets to be on top looked kinda fun. So, here I
am."
"That
means you're a top, I guess?" I asked, feeling a little weird about broaching
the subject, but seeing the opportunity, I asked anyway.
"Mostly,
I guess, but I've gotten fucked a couple of times and liked it. If you're
topping, you don't have to worry about feeling vulnerable, but, at least for
me, I'd really need to feel comfortable with someone before I'd let them fuck
me. Since you brought up the subject, what about you?"
"I
only lost my virginity about a month ago, but I'm versatile. I get what you're
talking about, though. I've only been fucked by two guys, but I felt really
safe and comfortable with both of them," I said, not wanting to give names to
my partners.
"God,
you're so cute. I'm surprised you waited so long. Just waiting for the right
guy?" Darius asked.
"No,
just waited until I felt comfortable enough with myself first. I was kinda shy
and self-conscious, but I'm working through that and I'm feeling a lot better
now. Have you been with a lot of guys?"
"Why,
are you into slut-shaming?" Darius asked. Then broke up laughing.
He
continued, "When I was sixteen, I said I was eighteen, and I got on one of
those gay dating apps. It seemed like the only way to hook up on the D.
L. with other guys. I had a girlfriend at the time, and I really couldn't meet
up with anyone at my school for fear of being outed. I hooked up with a few
guys on the app and had some fun, but also messed around with some guys I
thought would be fun, but we just didn't click. And some dudes were just weird.
Honestly, I'm not on there much. Meeting you at the supermarket was a lot more
fun for me. I like talking to guys first. Anyhow, I broke up with my girlfriend
about three months ago. I really didn't think it was fair to her to pretend
like I wanted to have sex with her. It's not like being with a girl is
disgusting to me, but I just like guys a lot more. I didn't really feel much of
anything when I kissed her. I'm sure she could tell."
"And
I can see why guys would want to kiss you. You know, you have a really
beautiful smile," I said.
Darius
laughed. "It sure cost my folks enough money. I got braces on my really crooked
teeth when I was twelve and they didn't come off until I was fifteen. I used to
look like a cross between a rabbit and a vampire. My orthodontist is the
Michelangelo of the dental world."
"So,
you're into art, too?" I asked, half joking.
"Believe
it or not, I am. My mom studied art history in college. My family has a
membership at the Art Institute and I'll sometime go down there by myself and
hang out. I like the Museum of Contemporary Art, too," Darius said.
"I
can guarantee you that none of the wrestlers at my school would be caught dead
at either of those places," I said.
"I
don't think any of the other guys on my team would either. But I like it and
they don't need to know, right?"
"Right.
Do you ever get shit for being Iranian?" I asked.
"Why,
do you have a thing against Iranians?" Darius asked.
"Of
course not! I'm like the friggin' United Nations stuffed into the body of an
elf. I'd be like the last guy to give someone shit because of their ethnicity,"
I said.
"Actually,
I haven't gotten too much outright shit for my background" he answered. "It was
worse for my parents growing up here. My grandparents immigrated to the U. S.
literally months before Americans were taken hostage in Iran in 1979. In the
1980's and 90's, being Persian in the U. S. was really tough. I heard it also
got scary again for Iranians after 9/11. But I hadn't been born yet for any of
that. When Trump became president and he tried to stir up hate for Mexicans and
Muslims, we were frightened. Personally, though, I haven't experienced too much
prejudice. I mean, this is a pretty liberal town in a pretty liberal state."
"I
had it much harder when I was a kid than I do now" I said. "Kids like labels
and I couldn't be labeled. Kids just thought it was weird that I was Zapotec,
Spanish, Jewish, and African-American all at the same time. It was hard to feel
like I belonged anywhere. Nowadays, kids think it's kind of interesting, pretty
much."
"I
get you," Darius said. "You never see anyone like you on TV. I usually only see
Iranians cast as terrorists. It would be nice to have an Iranian-American as
the lead in a hit comedy show. 'Representation matters' they say, right? If
you're not white and Christian, you always feel like you don't really fit in,
even if they don't hit you over the head with it."
"Is
your family really religious? We're pretty much atheists, to be honest," I
said.
"Not
really religious. We don't go to the mosque every Friday, for sure. My parents
do fast during the day during Ramadan. I admit I cheat and sneak a protein bar
when no one's watching. And like for Nowruz, the Persian New Year, we'll go
visit my mom's parents in California or my dad's in Florida. But that's not a
religious holiday, plus, it's a great excuse to get out of Chicago's
winter-that-never-fucking-ends for a week in March."
"What
do you want to be when you grow up?" I asked.
"Oh,
come on. You're a really smart guy, you could come up with a better line than
that," Darius said, with a hint of snark in his voice. "I don't know. Maybe a
lawyer. Maybe a university professor. Maybe a professional wrestler..."
At
that point, my eyebrows shot up and I eyed him suspiciously. "You're so full of
shit. A pro wrestler? Really?"
Darius
laughed. "No, but I bet you'd like to see me in my singlet, right?"
"Fuck
yeah. But I also think you're a pretty smart dude, too, and I think that's just
as hot as that nice, tight, butt of yours," I said.
"Have
you ever heard the word 'sapiosexual'? It means that smart people turn you on.
Would you say that that word describes you?" Darius asked.
I
gave it a second to think about it. "Yeah, I think you're probably right.
There's this guy at my school that I hooked up with and he's only into
skateboarding and sex. It wasn't a bad experience, but it wasn't all that
great. Maybe it's because I just didn't feel excited by his brain. Smart guys
are a real turn-on, but so are guys who are caring and kind."
"You
sound like a girl. But I honestly agree with you. A lot of guys are just into
hot bodies and big dicks, but having a connection with someone makes it even
better. I just haven't met many guys like that," Darius said.
"Well,
maybe you have now," I said.
"Well,
you definitely have a hot body, and I think we have a lot in common. I think
the usual routine is that we say we'll get together again, then agree to
exchange text messages, then one of us will write and the other one will ghost
them, right?" Darius asked.
"No!
I'm not like that. I really like talking to you and I'd love to get together
again. What day works for you?" I asked.
"I've
got wrestling practice most afternoons after school, but maybe we could have
dinner next Friday? Or maybe go to the movies?" Darius asked.
"Let's
do dinner. We can figure out where later. We both like to eat, right? Hey, you
never did explain why you prefer short guys over tall guys, did you?" I asked.
"OK,
I'll be really honest. If you've got a guy who's 6'5" tall and he's got a 6"
dick, then his dick looks kinda little. But if you've got a guy who's 5'5" tall
and he's got a 6" dick, then it looks a lot bigger, right? I don't want to
sound shallow, and size isn't all that important to me, I mean a guy with an
average cock is just fine. But if you've got an average cock and you're short,
well, in comparison, you know? Hey, I also really like cuddling with short guys
because I can wrap my arms around them better. I hope you don't think that I'm
totally obsessed with big dicks. I mean, if we decide to play around together,
I'm sure that whatever you've got will work just fine for me. Really, little
dicks are OK, too," Darius said.
"Just
keep digging yourself a hole, Darius."
Darius
turned beet red. "I'm really sorry. I guess you're self-conscious about the
size of your dick. I don't care if you're small, really. I like you."
"You
have no idea, dude," I said.
The
color drained from his face, "Are you a trans guy? I mean, you don't have a
dick at all? Oh, God, that's so rude of me to ask. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean
to dis you."
"Darius,
I'm not trans, and I definitely do not have a small dick. In fact, I was
thinking I'd probably have to warn you ahead of time if you wanted to fool
around with me so you don't freak out," I said.
Darius
looked confused. "Is there something wrong with your junk? I promise I won't
make fun of you."
"No.
It's just that, well, the reason I was a virgin for so long is that my dick is
so big that I thought guys would just make fun of me. Yeah, there's been some
teasing in the locker room, but for the most part, the guys I've been with have
been really respectful and have gotten totally turned on by both me and my
dick."
"No
shit! I thought that being so short you'd also be kinda small down there, too.
You're not just bullshitting me, are you?" Darius said.
"Reach
under the table. Judge for yourself," I smirked.
Darius
looked around to make sure no one was looking. I adjusted myself so that my
quickly-hardening cock was pointing up and toward my hips. Darius reached under
the table and let his hand settle on my crotch. Then he slowly traced the shape
of my hard cock through my jeans. He sucked in a breath and his eyes went wide,
"Holy shit! You're not kidding."
"I
think you need to go order us another round of drinks because I'm not going to
be able to stand up for a while, at least not without getting lots of rude
stares."
Darius
laughed and headed up to the counter.
End--"Tripod"--Chapter 23