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Chapter 3:
On Monday morning, before getting out of bed, like any
teenager around the world, I grabbed my phone and checked for messages.
Tyler Jacobs: "Hey, Bro. Can we meet up for a minute before
school? I really need to talk to you face-to-face"
Me: "Sure. Let's grab a coffee at He
Brew at 7:15. I'd rather not talk at school."
He Brew is a great, little, independent coffee shop across
from the high school and they really do have the most amazing, rugelach,
hamantaschen, strudel and other traditionally Eastern European Jewish sweets.
The coffee is delicious, too, as are some of their baristas.
Right on schedule, Tyler walked into the café. He really is
a good-looking guy. About 5'7", which is about average for a gymnast, with
beautiful dark brown hair and hazel eyes. He's Jewish on his father's side and
Italian and Polish on his mom's. Today he's sporting a few days' worth of
scruff on his face and looks like he hasn't slept too well. He sees me and
waves, then places his order for a coffee, pays and heads over to sit down at
my table.
"'Sup, Bro?" Tyler mumbles. He
seems to be having a hard time maintaining eye contact with me.
"I'm OK," I say, trying to smile a bit and catch his eye,
"I've been better, but I'm a little better today than yesterday."
"Your social post was a fucking stroke of genius," Tyler
said, looking up, "Talking about your ethnicity and coming out as gay at the
same time, really pushed the talk about your dick into the background.
"I also want to apologize again, face-to-face," he
continued. "I was just goofing around,
but I crossed a boundary that shouldn't have been crossed. I didn't post
anything on social media and didn't talk about the incident with anyone after
it happened, but obviously other guys did."
"But you are my friend and should have treated me
better," I said, "But what's done can't be undone. And I can see you really are
sorry and I forgive you. I do get the feeling that this is going to be one of
the weirdest days of my life though."
"Yeah, I know," Tyler interjected, "I said I wanted to make
it up to you and I mean it. First, I'm going to walk into school with you
today. I want you to know that someone has your back and that whatever rude
comments people may make, I'll be there to defend you.
Tyler leaned in to me with a look of deep concern, "The
second thing I want to tell you is really personal. You have to promise me
you'll keep it a secret."
"Or course," I said.
Tyler looked like he was about to cry. He took a deep
breath, then let it out, "I'm bi. I like guys, too."
"Shut the fuck up!" I screamed, before catching myself and
lowering my voice. A couple other people in the coffee shop looked over, but turned
back after they got a quick look and saw nothing of any real interest. "You've
got a girlfriend, and she's hot as hell," I continued, "And you keep bragging
about the great sex you guys have. Are you telling me there's a lot more to your
story or just that you've never actually had sex with a guy before, but want
to?"
Tyler continued, "Megan and I do have great sex. That girl
is sweet, smart and wild in bed. But I've also been having sex with a guy
friend since we were thirteen. He's bi, too. Sometimes it's really tough,
because we do have feelings for each other, but he's also got a girlfriend and
it's just been easier to keep it this way. He doesn't mind if I fool around
with other guys, as long as it's just sex, but obviously, I need to be really discreet.
I don't want to hurt Megan. Girls don't seem to be as willing to `share,' if
you get what I mean."
Tyler looked as though a huge weight had been lifted from
his shoulders. It was obvious he'd never told anyone else about being bisexual,
let alone his particular situation.
"Well, since we're confessing, I have something to tell
you, too. You also have to promise to keep it a complete secret because,
honestly, it's the most embarrassing thing of all," I admitted.
Tyler looked concerned, not for what I was about to say,
but because he could see how uncomfortable I was and I'd already been through
enough in the past few days.
"No worries, Bro," whatever it is, I'll keep it to myself.
Hell, you've got something on me that would really be bad if it got out. I'll
keep my mouth shut for sure. And if I can help in any way, you can count on me."
As I opened my mouth, time seemed to slip into hyper mode.
My mouth got dry and time just slowed to a standstill. "I'm a virgin."
Tyler literally jumped out of his seat. "No fucking way! How
is that even possible? That's a bigger shocker than seeing that monster of
yours for the first time. Do you have any idea how many people want into your
pants in the worst possible way?"
I cringed, then explained, "I've spent so long being
embarrassed because I'm so out of proportion, that I've never even tried to
have sex with anyone. In a way, you did me a favor. I've had to get over my shame.
Believe it or not, my mom, dad and grandma helped a lot. It was weird as hell
talking about my junk in front of them, but they really made me look at things
in a different way."
Tyler said, "You have no idea how lucky you are. I think
mine would freak. They're not really homophobic, but they're not like PFLAG
material either .You've got really cool parents and
grandparents. I'm sure they didn't give a shit when you told them you were gay,
right?."
"Nope. My dad's brother's gay and in my mom's mom's culture in Mexico, being gay was always accepted.
"Oh, and one other thing," I continued, "My mom told me
that going back several generations, on both sides of the family, all the men
have huge dicks."
Tyler laughed so loudly that heads turned. Once he regained
his composure, we picked up our backpacks and headed across the street.
We walked in the front door of our very traditional-looking
high school. Lots of stares. A few snickers. But not as bad as I was expecting.
Then I heard, "Hey, Jaime" and turned to see Rebecca Swanson wink at me. She laughed
and added, "What a waste. If you ever want to switch teams, text me."
We continued down the hall. I noticed a couple of cute guys
glance down at my crotch, smiled, then blushed. Mental note to circle back with
them later.
Then we ran into Brandon Grimes. Every high school seems to
have a guy who's pissed off at everything and hates everyone. Brandon had
greasy, dishwater blond hair, non-descript blue eyes and acne. He wasn't ugly,
but certainly no one to get excited about.
"Hey, Mutt. Or are they calling you `Tripod' now?" he
snarled. Bad enough you're a fucking half-breed, but now you're a faggot and a
fucking freak, too. I bet you spend the whole day sucking your own dick."
"You're such a douche, Brandon. Just shut the fuck up,"
Tyler said, trying to stick up for me.
People were stopping in the hall to watch what was going
on. High schoolers are incredibly nosey and love a good fight.
I could feel the blood rushing to my face, but I was
determined to keep control. In my calmest voice, I addressed Brandon, "While my
relatives were surviving the Holocaust, fighting for human rights,
investigating lost cultures and curing the sick, yours were fucking their own
sisters to produce idiots like you. As far as sucking my own dick all day,
you're dead wrong. I only do it at night. Why? Because I can. Bet you wish you
could. It feels amazing and leaves no mess behind. And it gives me great
practice for other dicks I'll suck in the future."
The gathering crowd laughed, clearly in my camp, but Brandon
wasn't going to go down without a fight, "My dad says you'll rot in hell,
faggot. Read the Bible."
Brandon's dad was a preacher in town. One of those
holier-than-though assholes who gets rich trying to convince other people that
he will lead them out of temptation. The fact that he was having an affair with
one of his parishioners was one of the worst-kept secrets in town.
At this point Rich Kuczinksi-Smith
stepped forward. He's a bi-racial kid who was adopted at birth. He's also 6'3"
(194cm) tall and on the wrestling team. "Watch your fucking mouth, you shithead.
Don't ever call anyone a mutt or a faggot."
Brandon shot back, "I always thought you played for the
good guys. So, you've gone gay now, too, half-breed?"
Rich was having none of it. "Not me, you idiot. My two
dads. The white one's a cop and the black one is a major in the army. Try
calling them "faggots" to their faces and see how long you live. And if you
don't shut the fuck up and get the hell out of here, I'm going to beat the shit
out of you myself."
Brandon knew he'd been bested. He turned around and headed
the other way, the crowd parted to let him through and applauded as he
disappeared down the hall. Tyler went off to his locker and I walked towards
mine.
As I got near my locker, I froze. Duct taped to the locker
was a six-inch tall toy tripod. Yup, short and hung. That's me. No denying it.
I decided that I was just going to laugh this one off. No major harm done.
No drama in home room or AP History. My second period class
was chemistry. Tyler and I had the class together. I told him about the locker
decoration. He cringed, but when he saw that I was just going to laugh it off,
he relaxed. The chemistry teacher was Mr. Choi. He was new to teaching and
actually, a really good teacher, making the less-than-exciting subject really
fun. He also looked like a model who'd just stepped off the runway at Hong Kong
Fashion Week.
As the bell rang for the class to end, he called out my
name and asked me to see him for a second. The other students left the room.
"What's up, Mr. Choi?, I asked.
"I saw the postings about you on social media this weekend.
I'm sure that was pretty rough for you. Are you doing OK?,
he said, looking genuinely concerned.
"I'll let you know in a few days. I'm hoping the whole
thing starts to fade away and I can get back to my life."
"Your life will never be the same,"Mr. Choi said. "People will be seeking you out.
While sex is great, it's better with someone who cares about you for who you
are as a person, and not just as an object.
"By the way, if you're interested in joining the
Gay-Straight alliance, I'm one of the faculty advisors and we could always use
a new face.
"Thanks. I'll think about it," I said, knowing that they
really were a good group that had helped a lot of kids feel safer at school.
"Also, once you graduate, if you'd like to get together for
coffee or, you know, just look me up," he smiled.
The whole interaction was both sweet and a touch creepy. He
actually was only a few years older than me, very attractive and he wasn't
proposing anything with an underage kid, just with future grown-up me. I'd put
it on my "to-do" list for the day after graduation.
The rest of the morning went pretty smoothly. No huge
incidents. I met up with Tyler at lunch.
"You never did tell me who your sort-of-boyfriend is," I said,
not really wanting to upset him, but really curious as the same time.
"I trust you and I want to tell you, but I swore I'd never
tell anyone. Given the circumstances though, I'll ask him if it would be OK." I
guess I'd just have to wait and run through a mental list of Tyler's friends in
the meantime to see if I could figure it out.
My last class of the day was going to be Phys.Ed. As weird as the rest of the day had been, it was
undoubtedly going to be weirder.
When the time came, I walked into the locker room and
opened the lock on my locker. There were about twenty other guys in the class,
most of them were already changing. I got my gym stuff out of the locker, but instead
of throwing a towel around myself, I figured I'd just get to the meat of the
matter, so to speak. I dropped my jeans and underwear, and had my jock and gym
shorts ready. But hanging there for all to see was my massive junk. Some of the
guys glanced my way, trying to be discreet. Others just stared, shameless. Then
it began, "Tripod, Tripod, Tripod." I was a nervous wreck on the inside, but
did my best to maintain my composure. I thought for a second. Took a deep
breath. Smiled. Held up my hand to silence the crowd. When the chant finally
died down. I grabbed my dick with two hands and said, "You're a bunch of
idiots. My name isn't `Tripod'. I prefer `My Little Pony.'"
A second of silence, then everyone burst out laughing. I'd
won this game of public relations. At least for now.
End Chapter-3