Tripod Chapter 31

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Chapter -- 31

By 8:30 PM on the night of Thanksgiving, after everyone else had gone home, my folks, Asher, and I were left to finish cleaning up and put things away.

Asher didn't need to be told to help out; he followed my example and cleared the dishes, scraped them of food, and placed them into the dishwasher.

"We'll run the dishwasher tonight and put the dishes away in the morning. You wanna play some video games or get a lesson on the computer or maybe watch a movie?" I asked.

"Is it OK if we all just sit down for a while and talk?" he asked. "Today has just been a lot for me."

We all nodded and headed to the living room.

"Is it OK if I go first?" Asher asked.

"You called the meeting, Asher, of course, it's OK," Dad said.

"I really don't have the right words to thank you," he began. "I don't even think I know a word in English to describe what you're doing for me. Do you know the word mitzvah?"

Mom and Dad both smiled knowingly and nodded.

"Great-Grandma Esther uses that word all the time. It's kind of like a good deed, right?" I asked.

"It's more than that. Literally, it means `commandment.' You know, something that you are expected to do. But it really means something you do out of kindness and good feelings for someone. It takes a sacrifice from you. Buying cookies for a friend who is at home sick is a good deed but isn't quite a mitzvah. What you did at the Rainbow Center, Jaime, was a mitzvah. It required a lot of work on your part to organize, to get people to help, to cook, and to clean. What all of you are doing for me is a mitzvah times one hundred. Losing my family left a hole in my soul. There's no other way to put it. Everything that I knew, everyone that I loved was suddenly gone...And for nothing that I had done except to be myself. Joan and Will have been nice and I know that it could have been so much worse for me, but being here with your family and friends and knowing that you really want me here is just a feeling that I thought I'd never have again. Where I go to school now, I have no friends. I don't fit in. Kids make fun of me. I have no one to look out for me. When I'm in school here, I know that Jaime will check up on me to see how I'm doing. Maybe he can introduce me to some kids who, if they know my story, will feel sorry for me and at least let me have lunch with them."

Mom started to tear up. Dad wasn't far behind.

"You are a really smart, funny, nice guy," I said. "You don't fit in because you have no experiences in common with all the other kids. I can teach you. My friends can teach you. Seán has twin sisters just a year younger than you. Eddie has a sister your age who's really nice. And you've already met Braden. He won't be in our school until next fall, but you guys seemed to hit it off. You don't just need school friends, but you need after-school friends, too. So does he."

"He and Brandon were really nice and very patient with me."

"And I could see you thought they were hot, too," I laughed.

Asher turned beet-red.

"It's OK, Asher," said Mom, "you can talk about feelings and sex with us. We want you to feel comfortable and not be ashamed. Love and sex are both beautiful."

Asher laughed, "I guess I can't just move in here tomorrow, right?"

"Unfortunately, not," Dad said, "there's still a lot of bureaucracy to deal with."

"Sorry, I don't know that word. What's bureaucracy?" Asher asked, his eyes looking sadly toward the floor, his frustration with the gaps in his English vocabulary apparent.

"It means government paperwork. It will probably be a few weeks before we can get our background checks done and your case can get transferred up here, so you'll have to spend your weeks with Joan and Will at least until then. If it's OK with them, since they're still legally your guardians, you're welcome to spend the weekends here. I'm hoping that by the time the new year rolls around, you can be here full-time, and start at Evanston West, OK?

"By the way, Jaime told me that you don't have a cell phone?" Dad continued.

Asher shook his head.

"I'm about to trade in this old one for a new one. It's about three years old but still works fine. I should have the new one next week. When you come up next weekend, I can get you set up on this one. Is that OK?"

"21st century, here I come," Asher laughed, then wiped away a tear, moved by Dad's gesture.

I walked over and lifted Asher to his feet. Mom and Dad moved in to complete the group hug.

"Let's go see if I can remember what I learned before. Down to the guest room to play video games?" Asher asked.

"It's your room now. And yeah, let's go play."

We left Mom and Dad up in the living room and headed down to the basement.

I fired up the game console but Asher didn't pick up a controller.

"I really just wanted to talk to you in private," he said. "Are your mom and dad really that nice? Do you really talk about sex with them?"

"My parents are pretty great. They've never treated me like a little kid, so I guess I just grew up never really acting like one. But it really wasn't until recently that it felt cool to talk to them about that kind of stuff. I mean, most kids feel kinda weird talking to their parents about sex, and I really didn't have much to talk about anyway."

"In my house, talking about sex at all was completely forbidden," Asher began. "It just wasn't something you discussed, so to be honest, I guess I don't know much. I just know I like boys. What do you mean by you, `Didn't have much to talk about?'"

"I was kind of late to the sex game, I guess. I only lost my virginity a little over a month ago," I said.

"What does that mean?" Asher asked, charmingly confused.

"I had sex for the first time."

"I mean what did you do? Is it OK to ask? I know it's really personal, but I honestly don't have a clue. I don't have my own computer and I'm not going to look up gay sex on a school computer. I don't even have a cell phone. And I didn't have any gay friends until now. I mean, I know you touch another boy's thing, but then what? Gay sex was just nothing anyone ever talked about where I grew up."

"You really don't know?"

Asher looked mortified. "Please don't make fun of me."

I leaned in for a hug. "I'll never make fun of you for what you don't know. I guess it's my job to teach you in a way you'll feel safe, OK? Do you masturbate?" I asked.

"I don't know that word," he replied, frustration returning to his face.

"Do you jack off?" I asked.

Confused look from Asher again.

"Do you play with your penis?"

The color rose in his face.

"Everyone does," I continued, "no matter what their sexual orientation is. And a boy who says he never does is lying."

"It's really discouraged in my community. It makes you impure because you've wasted your seed," Asher said.

"OK, let's cut to the chase here. You got thrown out of your community because you're gay. Do you really think that you're an `abomination'? Have you met gay people who you thought were nice and who have treated you with kindness?"

"I'm talking to one now," Asher smiled.

"I'm not going to trash someone else's beliefs. People can believe whatever they want but I think it's time for you to decide how much of what you were taught is worth keeping and how much you should throw out. Start by trashing the idea that you're somehow an `abomination,' because from what I can tell, you're anything but. Then maybe you should start questioning whether gay sex is good or bad. You believe in God. Didn't he make your body able to give you pleasure? Couldn't you say that physical pleasure is a gift from God to mankind, one that you can enjoy by loving yourself, or someone else?"

"I see your point. But it's supposed to wait until you're married to a woman," Asher replied.

"Then why does it feel good all the time and not just when you're with your wife? If that was really the case, wouldn't God have made it so that you could only get off after you got married and only with the woman you're married to?"

"I guess you can look at things from a bunch of different ways. Even the Talmud is about how to look at different stories in the Torah from different ways."

Asher averted my gaze. "To answer your question, yes, I've touched myself. But I always felt guilty about it."

"I'm going to get you a tube of lube and a box of tissues. The lube is to slick up your dick. Because you're circumcised, it will help protect you from irritating your cock when you jack off. It makes the good feeling even better, too. The tissues are for cleaning up after you cum."

Asher looked confused.

"'Cum' means to make sperm shoot out of your penis when you have an orgasm. Spend some time exploring your body. Touch yourself all over. Figure out what makes you feel good. Think about Brandon and Braden and how excited they make you feel."

"Those two are really handsome. I have to say," Asher blushed again.

"You've got a thing for blonds. I can tell. You were almost drooling when those two walked in. Think about them...naked. Touch your nipples, your balls, your butthole, stroke your dick up and down until you cum."

Asher swallowed hard. "You still haven't told me what you do when you have sex with other boys."

"I like to kiss them first...not just on their mouths but all over. I like to run my tongue over their nipples, down their bellies, up their necks, down their thighs. Then, when their dicks are hard, I put them in my mouth and suck on them, moving my head up and down, trying to get as much of their dicks into my mouth and down my throat as I can, trying to give as much pleasure as I can. And I love it when they do that to me. I also like to lick their balls and their taints, that's the part between their balls and their buttholes. Licking their buttholes is fun, too. It drives guys crazy. Depending on my mood, sometimes I like to put my dick into their holes and fuck them and sometimes I like it when they do it to me. And sometimes, I like doing both at the same time."

Asher was sweating and breathing hard. He'd started fidgeting and tried to discreetly adjust himself in his jeans. Apparently, my description was as close as he'd ever gotten to porn. "How can you do both at the same..." His eyes went wide once he'd figured it out. "You can do it with more than one boy at a time?"

"Yup. It's a lot of fun. You know, I think I'm gonna run upstairs and get you that lube...actually, now that I think about it, I think there's still some down here from a few weeks ago when Seán and Connor slept over."

I reached into the nightstand.

"Yup. Here it is. I'm gonna give you some privacy and I want you to have a great time. Just remember that you've got to let yourself recover each time you cum. I mean, I don't want you staying up all night jacking off. A couple times tonight, then again in the morning, if you want. OK?

"I never ever ever thought I would be able to talk to anyone about this. I felt like I was sick and disgusting for having those kinds of thoughts. And you're right. I also need to think about what to keep and what to throw out in my brain. Like I told your mom, `New world, new me.' Jaime, I couldn't ask for a better brother."

"Now that you know a little about sex, we should probably work on algebra geometry and science...but not tonight. Have fun, little brother."

It was only 9:30 PM, but I figured that Asher was probably anxious to get started, so I walked upstairs and closed the basement door behind me.

"Done so soon? How are Asher's gaming skills coming along?" Mom asked.

"To be honest, we didn't play. He just wanted to talk. I gave him some brotherly advice, then handed him the lube and tissues."

Mom and Dad stifled a laugh. "When we talked about you giving Asher a hand, that wasn't exactly what we meant," Dad said.

"I gave him something better: a talk about using his own hands to make himself feel good and not feel guilty about it. This kid really did grow up in another world. I want him to be happy in this one."

I headed upstairs to video chat with Darius, fill him in on the big news about Asher, and arrange a little virtual alone time with my boyfriend.

"Hi, Darius. What's up?" I asked, being cautious not to call him "stud" or "wet dream" or any other nickname that might cause him embarrassment...or worse. I didn't know who could be within earshot.

"Give me a sec...I'm gonna run outside...OK, that's better. Welcome to L. A. See? 72 and sunny every day."

"It's dark and you're wearing a sweatshirt. But you still look hot. How's the visit going?"

"Pretty good. The usual Iranian-American feast for Thanksgiving. A turkey cooked with Persian spices and served with tahcheen--that's a pile of rice that's crispy on the outside and fluffy on the inside. Lots of vegetable side dishes and traditional desserts. My sister and I snuck out this morning and bought a pumpkin pie. My grandma just about shit her pants when she saw it. She took it as a massive insult...It was delicious." Darius laughed.

"Our dinner was great. I have some big news to tell you."

"You can't be pregnant. We were so careful."

I rolled my eyes, then laughed. "No, you idiot. Remember that kid Asher who I told you about? The one from the Rainbow Center."

Darius nodded.

"He's going to live with us. I'm going to be his brother."

"Wow! That's awesome, babe." (He'd never called me that before. I guessed the relationship was official then.) "I'm sure the kid is so happy."

"That's not the half of it. He's staying overnight. I gave him a lesson in jacking off, then left him with lube and tissues."

Darius burst out laughing. "I hope you didn't pull out the cobra. The poor kid would have fainted on the spot, then probably thought that his own dick was tiny and useless in comparison, and been scarred for life."

"Hah! No, just told him what to do. Asher is so naïve. He honestly didn't know much about masturbation and even less about gay sex. You should have seen the kid squirm when I talked about what I like to do in bed. It was like he'd just discovered internet porn. He started sweating and when he thought I wasn't looking, reached down in his pants to `rearrange the furniture.' Hey, speaking of that, got some free time? You think we could get off together now? I miss you, ya know."

"Sorry, no privacy here. Our cousins from Toronto showed up as a surprise. I'm bunking with my ten-year-old cousin. The only alone time I get is in the shower and I gotta get off quick since there are a bunch of us using the same bathroom. I do think about you and the monster whenever I shoot my load though."

"You're so romantic. I guess I'll have to do it myself tonight."

"Hey, aren't you supposed to hook up with your buds tomorrow? It's not as if you're gonna die from blue balls, ya know," Darius teased.

"Yeah, tomorrow at 1:00. Tyler's folks are going out Christmas shopping, so we've got his place to ourselves. Should be fun. I'll see if I can get my folks to take Asher home tomorrow afternoon. But, you know, I really miss you. Maybe we can arrange for a sleepover next weekend?"

"Already on my calendar," Darius replied. "Friday at your place. Hey, I wonder if my folks would be OK with you staying over at mine? You've never actually been up to my bedroom."

"That would be cool. I'd like to get to know your folks better. Hey, what are you doing the rest of this weekend anyway?"

"We're going to go tour the UCLA campus on Saturday. It's been my number-one pick since I was little. Great school. No shitty winters. Already applied for early admission, plus my grandparents and one of my mom's sisters live nearby."

I felt my heart sink. We'd never really talked about where each of us wanted to go to university. Darius and I had just gotten together and now I was facing reality. He'd probably wind up on the West Coast, thousands of miles away from me. I was still undecided but hadn't really considered California. And now with Asher in the picture, I might lean toward schools close by so that I could help him with his studies and be there for support.

"Ouch. I never thought about us having a limited lifespan," I groaned. "I guess I'm still just getting used to having a boyfriend and now, it looks like you're going to be leaving next year."

"Hey, Jaime, I haven't decided anything yet. Who knows what'll happen in the next few months? All I know is that I think you're the most special person I know and I want to spend as much time with you as I can for as long as I can. We'll decide where this goes when we have to. Until then, you're my guy and I'm yours, OK?"

"Yeah, I guess. I hadn't really even thought about having a boyfriend before, and now I can see my heart being broken when you leave. Do we have to wait for the weekend to see each other? Maybe we can at least get together on Tuesday for a little while, OK?"

"I think I can make Tuesday night work, OK? In the meantime, have fun with your friends tomorrow. I really miss you, too."

"Miss you more. Have fun with your family," I gave a weak smile and ended the video chat.

I had a hard time sleeping that night thinking about what would happen to Darius and me, and for that matter Eddie and Tyler, after graduation. It was still more than six months away, but time flies, and before you know it, we might all be off to different corners of the country. Who could say if we'd ever live in the same city again? I finally forced the thoughts out of my brain and realized that a lot could happen in that time and who was to say where we'd end up?

***

I woke up around 7:30 to pee, fully intending to head back to sleep, but decided to check up on Asher. I opened the door to the basement and whispered his name. No response. I headed down the steps quietly and saw him sleeping blissfully. I was about to turn around and head back upstairs when he opened his eyes and smiled from ear to ear. He motioned for me to come sit on his bed, then he sat up and gave me a kiss on the cheek and a hug.

"You give the best advice, Jaime. That was the greatest night ever. I never dreamed anything could feel that good."

"How many times?" I asked with a smirk.

"Four," he laughed. "The last time took a while and only a few drops came out, but boy, did I sleep great. So relaxed. Who cares if I wasted my seed anyway? I'll make more," he giggled.

"That's the spirit," I said. I leaned in for another hug, needing one myself.

"Are you OK, Jaime? You look kind of sad."

"I'll be OK. My boyfriend told me that he's probably going to go to school in California next year. We've only been together for a little while, but I really like him a lot and I hadn't thought about us having to split up next year."

"You can probably guess that I've been doing a lot of thinking the last few months," Asher began. "I think that things happen for a reason. Getting thrown out by my family led me down a different path. Maybe it was supposed to happen so that I could find a happier life. It hurt so bad at first, but if it hadn't happened, I never would have met you and your family and your friends. Maybe you and your boyfriend were only meant to be together for a few months and it will be a wonderful experience that you'll never forget, even if it hurts to see him leave. Or maybe you'll go with him? Or maybe you'll just be apart for a few years and get back together when you graduate? Whatever happens, love each other every day, because tomorrow, it could be gone."

A smile returned to my face. "Wait who's the big brother here? How did you get to be so smart? In any case, I'm gonna be here in person for you at least until next August and wherever I wind up physically, you will still be my brother and I'll be there for you, OK?"

Both of us gave a little sniffle, then leaned in for a hug again.

"You wanna go back to sleep or head upstairs, help me empty the dishwasher, and watch me make us all breakfast?" I asked.

"I was thinking about going for one more round with Brandon and Braden dancing naked in my brain, but I think my poor thing has had enough for now. Let's go have breakfast. I'm starving. Hey, have you ever actually seen Brandon naked?"

"Boy, you're not afraid to ask anything, are you?"

"I'm so sorry. Is that too much? I'm so used to not being able to ask anything that I really don't know what's OK to ask and what's not OK to ask. You don't need to answer."

"He's fucking amazing. He works out like crazy, has muscles on muscles, washboard abs, two melons for his butt, and a huge dick. Wanna know anything else?"

"Have you played around with him?"

"If it was anyone else asking, I'd probably tell them that it was none of their business, but since you're now my brother and I don't want to have secrets from you, yes, Brandon and I have fooled around together."

"But before you were with your boyfriend, right?"

"Well, yes and no. I first played with Brandon before Darius and I got together, but we've all played together once in person and a bunch of times on video."

"And Darius didn't get mad or jealous? He's OK with that?" You could see the wheels turning in Asher's brain.

"Every couple makes its own rules. Some couples, like Seán and Connor, stick to themselves. They're pretty traditional. Other couples have different rules. Eddie and Tyler play together and separately, but they always talk about it with each other. They like girls, too, so with them, it's a little more complicated. Darius and I decided that we'd be OK with an open relationship, as long as we don't hide anything from each other. In fact, I'm supposed to get together with my friends tomorrow to hang out, but I'm pretty sure it will be more than that."

Asher looked stunned. "Wow. I can't decide if I think that's really cool or if I think it's too much."

"You've been told for so long that there are a strict set of rules that you can't change that govern everything in your life. Now, for a lot of things, you can make your own rules. There are no right or wrong answers. It's what works for you. The only thing I ask is that you don't judge other people. If what they do works for them and isn't hurting anyone else, then who are you to judge them, OK?"

"I guess. Like I shouldn't think you're a bad person because you're not being faithful to your boyfriend?"

"I am being faithful to my boyfriend. I'd never do something behind his back or do anything that we haven't already decided was OK. Faithful isn't what I do with my dick, it's what I do with my heart."

"Got it. I'd really like to meet Darius, and Tyler & Eddie, too. Maybe next weekend when I come back? Maybe I can hang out with Braden, too? You think he could help me with learning algebra? I mean he's probably taking it now and I need to catch up, right?"

I laughed. "I've seen windows less transparent. Do you think you'd actually get any studying done or would you just sit there drooling?"

"I'm sure I'd get a lot of learning done," Asher responded emphatically.

"About algebra or biology? You're going to be studying him. Maybe you should get a tutor who isn't so distracting. I mean, I agree with you. That kid is fine. In a few years, Braden is going to be walking the runway."

"What are you talking about? He's a really smart guy. You think he's going to be taking bags off of airplanes?"

I did everything I could not to fall off of the bed laughing. "OMG, you sure you're gay? The `runway' is the name of the stage where models walk at fashion shows. It's where they show off new designer clothes. I was saying that Braden is handsome enough to be a model."

"Jaime, until three months ago, my whole wardrobe was black pants and white shirts. I asked Joan and Will to get me a couple of pairs of jeans just so I could blend in. I could definitely learn a lot in that area, too. I just figured there were other more important things to learn first."

"Yeah, I've kinda noticed you're not exactly ready to be a fashion influencer."

Blank stare from Asher.

"Never mind. Maybe you should hang out with Ashley sometime. That girl really has fashion sense, but I gotta warn you, you're definitely not gonna have Ashley's budget. Maybe some cool t-shirts and one nice outfit for when we go out to a nice place for dinner."

"OK, but I still bet I could learn a lot from Braden. You think you could ask Brandon if Braden would be OK with helping me?"

"Sure. I'll see him this afternoon and I'll ask him. Ready for breakfast?"

"Yup. I'm really hungry," Asher responded.

"Yeah, I bet" I said with a snicker.

We headed up the stairs to find Mom and Dad already getting things started. It looked like we were going to be treated to French Toast made with the leftover challah. Dad was cutting up fresh strawberries.

Asher and I headed over to empty the dishwasher and put away the dishes.

"Good morning, boys. How did you sleep?"

"I slept really, really well, thanks. It must be that comfy bed, so relaxing," said Asher.

Mom, Dad, and I gave each other knowing glances and did our best to maintain our composure.

"Can I help get breakfast ready? Maybe put the dishes out on the table?" Asher asked.

"We'll let you get away with being just a breakfast guest this morning. Starting next week, you can help out just like Jaime does," Mom responded.

"Hey, I gave Joan a call last night," Mom continued, "and I told her that we'd like to speak to her and Will today. They said that they usually stay home on Black Friday anyway, so they'll be in this afternoon. I thought that after lunch we'd take Asher back there and explain what our wishes are for this young guy. You've got plans this afternoon with Tyler, Eddie, and Brandon, right?"

"Yup."

"Have you spoken to Darius? How's it going in L. A?" Dad asked.

"He's fine. It looks like he's going to wind up going to college at UCLA. I don't really want to think about that now, OK?" My lower lip extended in a pout.

"OK, Jaime. You let us know if and when you do want to talk about it?"

"I will, but Asher gave me some good advice and I'm just going to take it one day at a time."

"And Jaime gave me some good advice last night, too."

Mom, Dad, and I couldn't hold it in any longer and started to laugh. Asher blushed, but then started to laugh, too.

"No, not that, but that was good advice, too. He told me that I need to think about the things I've been told my whole life. Then I need to decide what works for me and what I need to let go of. I think I'd already started doing that, but hearing him say it and encourage me to take those steps really helped. The first thing I'm letting go of is the idea that I'm bad because I'm gay. That's bullshit."

The three of us were a little startled. We'd never heard Asher swear before. Apparently, he really had been working on his English during the past few months.

***

I skipped lunch at home, knowing that Tyler was going to order pizza. In typical Chicago fashion, the temperature had plummeted overnight and was now well below freezing. I threw on a few layers to brace against the chill.

"Asher, remember that this is the last week we have to talk through email," I said. "Next weekend you'll be a regular kid with a phone. Then when you're here we can sit in the same room and send text messages back and forth."

Asher looked at me not sure if I was joking or being serious.

"I'm kidding...We can video chat."

Asher rolled his eyes, but walked over and gave me a hug. "I've really missed getting teased by a big brother. Can I still call you my big brother even if you're only three feet tall?"

"Ouch. I guess teasing can go both ways. Well, I've never had a brother to tease before. This is fun. Say hi to Joan and Will and we'll see you next weekend, I hope. In the meantime, I'll check my email and we'll keep in touch."

I turned to my folks, said my goodbyes, and headed out the door. Ten minutes later, I rang Tyler's doorbell. Tyler answered the door wearing a pair of tight gym shorts with obviously no underwear underneath, and a muscle t-shirt.

"Get your ass in here quick, Jaime, it's fucking freezing. I don't want you to have to send a search party out for my nuts."

"That sounds like fun. I wouldn't mind warming up those nuts myself."

I stepped inside, quickly shut the door, and started peeling off layers until I was just in my jeans and a t-shirt.

"Have the other two cock hounds arrived yet?"

"Nope. You're the first. Always right on time."

As Tyler pulled me into a hug, I slipped my hands down his gym shorts and grabbed his cock. He jumped.

"You fucker!" He laughed. "Your hands are like ice. Now, Little Tyler's gonna shrink up to nothing."

I moved them around to grab his butt cheeks instead. "Better?"

"Not really. But I'll survive, as long as you don't try to shove one of those icicles up my butt hole."

"What I really want to shove up that butthole has been kept nice and warm this whole time and even if it did shrink up a bit from the cold, I'm sure there's still more than enough to keep you happy."

"That's for sure."

"How was your Thanksgiving?" I asked.

"It was OK, I guess. My grandparents got into a shouting match because Grandma used ricotta instead of farmer cheese in the pierogi. She screamed that they don't live on Milwaukee Avenue and you can't find farmer cheese in Tinley Park and ricotta's better anyway. Well, Grandpa just about had a meltdown. I haven't seen them fight like that since they argued over whether Columbus Day or Pulaski Day was more important. Pulaski at least was a Revolutionary War hero. Columbus didn't even really discover America. He just reported back to the Spanish that there were tons of loot to steal and plenty of natives to turn into Catholics. Long story short, we ate quick, packed up tons of leftovers, and headed home."

"Well, that sounds like fun," I laughed.

Eddie and Brandon arrived seconds later with Tyler motioning for the two to step in out of the cold. He leaned over to give Eddie a big kiss and a bear hug for Brandon.

"OK, now that you're all here, I've got some big news."

"Oh, God, not this again," said Tyler, rolling his eyes. "Out with it."

"I'm going to be a brother."

"What the fuck? Your mom got knocked up at her age? At least she's got a babysitter ready and waiting at home," Eddie snickered.

"No! It's Asher. He's going to be living with us full-time. My abuela's gonna work on getting him moved up here legally."

"That's awesome, bro," said Tyler. "I bet the kid is stoked."

"I think the word should be `stroked.' I gave him lessons last night on jacking off."

All three kids burst out laughing.

"Was it a `hands-on' lesson or just a Keynote presentation?" Eddie asked slyly.

"Strictly academic. Never even unbuttoned my jeans...or his either. The kid felt so guilty just about getting his nut that he'd hardly ever done it before. I changed his mind. By this morning at breakfast, the kid had this shit-eating grin and said he'd never slept better. He said he came four times last night."

"And what about you?" Brandon asked. "Still got some gas in the tank for this afternoon?"

"Tank's full. I talked to Darius last night and he's probably going to go to college in L. A. That kinda killed my inspiration. I had a hard time sleeping last night. I hadn't really thought about what happens in a few months."

"You still up for playing today, stud?" Tyler asked. "We don't have to if you don't feel like it."

"Yeah. Hanging with you guys always makes me feel better. Positive energy, I guess. Hey, Brandon. What did your brother have to say about yesterday?"

"I haven't seen him that happy in, like, forever. He said he had a great time. He thought your family was amazing, Jaime, and that Asher was a really nice guy and that he hoped that they could get together again. Braden said he really liked teaching Asher about video games. Said it made him feel important."

"Is Braden taking algebra now?" I asked.

"Yeah. He actually likes math. Go figure," Brandon replied.

"Think he'd be up for teaching Asher about that, too? The kid really needs to play catch-up if he's going to graduate in a couple of years."

"I bet he would," Brandon said.

I turned to Tyler and Eddie. "By the way, guys, Braden is actually the hottest one in the family. That kid is gonna stop traffic in a few years. Poor Asher was drooling."

Brandon looked a little concerned. "Remember, Braden still doesn't know I'm gay. He doesn't know about you, either, Jaime, or about Asher."

"When do you plan on telling him? It looks like he's not racist or antisemitic like your dear, old dad, right? He said he thought my family was cool. Do you think he's homophobic?"

"He's never said anything one way or another, but remember what my dad did to him, to us. I'm afraid to talk about being gay with him. I'm afraid it could trigger something."

"Why don't you start with something easy, like telling him that I'm gay and seeing how he responds?"

Brandon thought for a second. "I think that would probably be a good first step. If he's cool with that, then I can tell him about Asher...and about me.

"You guys know how I've always been nervous about butt sex, right?" Brandon continued. "And you know why. Well, after all the video sex we had and seeing Jaime with his magic, flying dildos, I was wondering, Jaime, if you'd let me try fucking you today? We'll take it really slow, OK? I'll freak if I hurt you."

The three of us gave Brandon a hug. "It would be an honor," I laughed.

"Hey, we'd be up for it, too. If we can take Jaime, you'll be a snap...well, maybe not, but we're happy to try," Eddie laughed, reaching for Brandon's crotch.

The pizzas arrived shortly thereafter, thankfully, pineapple-free. We snarfed them down quickly, all of us anxious to be done with the pizza so that we could start chowing down on each other.

We headed up to Tyler's bedroom. I grabbed Tyler's gym shorts and tugged them off in a single move. In an instant, I had my face buried between his cheeks and my tongue pressing against his pucker.

"Oh, fuck!" Tyler moaned, "So much better than those freezing fingers."

I reached around to grab Tyler's quickly stiffening rod, just barely able to get my hand around it, as I plunged my tongue deeper into Tyler's eager hole.

In the meantime, Eddie had pulled Brandon into a kiss, eliciting a shy smile from Brandon. Eddie resumed groping Brandon's crotch, then unbuttoned Brandon's jeans and let them slip to the floor. Brandon kicked them aside and hooked a finger into his boxer briefs to tug them off, too. Eddie wasted no time in grabbing Brandon's huge, uncut cock and licking all around the head. Once he'd gotten the massive dick slicked up with his spit, Eddie went to town sucking, bobbing, and deep-throating as Brandon used his foot to rub Eddie's crotch and his hand to stroke Eddie's face. Eddie pulled off for a second to shed his pants and underwear, stood up, then leaned in to Brandon and whispered, "Let me be the first, OK? I've got the most experience and know I can take you. You don't have to worry."

Brandon smiled, nodded, and pulled Eddie into a deep, tongue-probing kiss. Eddie got back down on his knees to service Brandon's 10" uncut cock. When Brandon was starting to breathe hard, Eddie stood up, walked over to Tyler's nightstand, and pulled out a tube of lube. "I'm so fucking ready for this." He squirted a glob of lube onto his hands, then onto Brandon's throbbing dick.

"You let me do the work, Brandon. That way, you don't have to worry about hurting me. I'll only take as much of you as I'm ready for, OK?"

Brandon nodded nervously.

Eddie took another huge glob of lube onto two fingers and shoved them up his eager hole making certain that the lube got in as far as he could reach. Since Eddie and Brandon were close to the same height, Eddie decided he'd just bend over and guide Brandon inside.

He gave Brandon's cock a few strokes. Brandon let out a low moan. Then Eddie pointed Brandon's fat, shrouded cockhead toward his asshole. Brandon looked hesitant and excited at the same time. He braced himself for Eddie's advances.

Eddie pushed up hard against Brandon's cockhead, took a deep breath, then leaned into Brandon trying to relax his sphincter to gain Brandon admission to the show. Ever so slowly, the huge glans disappeared into Eddie's rear.

Tyler and I stopped what we were doing to look on. We moved over to Eddie and Brandon. Tyler dropped to his knees to give Eddie head, while I rubbed Brandon's shoulders and whispered in his ear, "Relax. It's gonna feel amazing and Eddie's gonna love it."

I started rubbing up and down Brandon's back, caressed his butt, then slid my hands down to massage his balls as inch after inch of Brandon's huge cock slid into Eddie's backside.

"How ya doing, Eddie?" I asked.

"Amazing. Brandon, you were born to top. This feels great. Just a little bit more. Fuck, yeah! OK, let me know if you want to start fucking me. Don't worry. I can take it."

Ever so slowly, Brandon began sliding his dick out of Eddie's hole until just the fat knob at the end was left inside, then just as slowly, he moved back in until he was balls deep.

"I'm not hurting you, Eddie? You can tell me the truth. I'll stop right away. It's OK if you want to stop. Please," Brandon pleaded.

"Fuck no!" Eddie laughed, as he backed up on Brandon hard. "Give it to me, dude. This feels amazing. Fuck me...hard. Don't hold back. I promise I'll let you know if I want you to stop. But for now, don't stop!!"

Brandon laughed. "OK."

Brandon started to pick up speed, slowly at first, then faster and faster.

"That's it, Brandon. Yeah, I wanna feel every fucking inch. Harder! Harder! Make me cum hands-free," Eddie screamed.

Brandon took his cue and began pounding Eddie's ass. Tyler did his best to keep Eddie's cock in his mouth, but with the pounding Eddie was taking, it was hard to do. He decided to just pull Eddie into a kiss instead.

Brandon was in overdrive, slamming into Eddie like a wild man. A few more strokes and Eddie screamed.

Brandon stopped dead in his tracks and the color drained from his face instantly.

"Why the fuck are you stopping? I was about to cum!" Eddie chastised. "Keep going! I want those balls slapping against my ass!"

After breathing a brief sigh, Brandon did exactly as he was instructed and within a minute, completely hands-free, Eddie blasted six shots into Tyler's open mouth.

"Dude! That was amazing. Jaime's the only guy who's ever made me cum hands-free before," Eddie mused.

"I'm next!!" screamed Tyler. Practically shoving Eddie out of the way and bending over for Brandon to skewer.

"Ty, take it slow. That's one fucking huge dick, OK?" Eddie advised.

"Brandon, I'll let you drive this time. Just slip in slowly, and give me a chance to get used to you every couple of inches. No hurry. Got it?" Tyler asked.

"Yes, sir!" Brandon smiled.

Since Tyler is a lot shorter than Brandon, he decided to hop up on the bed and throw his legs over his head to give Brandon better access. Being a gymnast made the position easy.

Brandon slicked himself up and pushed gently against Tyler's waiting hole. Nothing happened.

"You can push harder, Brandon. I won't break."

Brandon did as he was told and leaned in harder. His dickhead breached Tyler's entryway and Tyler gasped.

He instinctively grabbed Brandon's thigh. You could hear the pain in his voice, but Tyler was determined not to ruin this for Brandon, "It's OK, Brandon. Just give me a second. It's gonna be great."

After about fifteen seconds, Tyler caught his breath, smiled up at Brandon and said, "Ready. Give me more of that hot cock of yours. I wanna feel that awesome body slamming against my butt cheeks."

Brandon started to move forward millimeter by millimeter.

"It's OK, Brandon. I'm good. Go for it."

Brandon picked up the pace and within a minute, had all ten inches buried in Tyler's hole.

"Yeah, that's my boy. Feels so good. Now do to me what you did to Eddie."

With his marching orders in hand, Brandon began a slow, piston drive in and out of Tyler's ass. Eddie had positioned his balls over Tyler's mouth, letting Tyler suck on his boyfriend's nuts as Brandon pummeled Tyler's ass. Tyler started to moan, then he pushed Eddie off of him. Brandon was relentless and Tyler started to thrash about on the bed, moaning and screaming.

"Oh, fuck. Brandon, you're fucking amazing. Harder! Yeah. Pound my ass. Oh, man. Oh, fuck. Oh, shit. I'm gonna blow!"

And yet again, hands-free, Tyler squirted jet after jet of cum onto his own face and chest.

Brandon leaned over and while Tyler was still impaled on his heavy cock, he planted a deep kiss on Tyler's mouth.

"Get over here, Jaime," Brandon snarled, the depths of his sexual heat in full view.

"I wanna fuck you standing up."

I quickly grabbed the lube and slicked up my hole. As I headed for the bed, Brandon grabbed me.

"Not so fast, little one. Pike position."

He reached down, picked me up, and doing as I was instructed, brought my legs up straight so that my face was buried in my thighs. It was so convenient that my cockhead was also right at mouth level. That left my hole right at Brandon's crotch. He lifted me up with his left arm as used his right to place his glans at my hole. Fuck, this guy was stronger than I thought. He entered me and I slowly slid down the length of his huge shaft. Since I was in no position to initiate any of the fucking, Brandon bounced me up and down on his cock, reaching deeper and harder than I'd ever been fucked. And I loved every second. The pounding was fierce. I slipped my cock into my mouth and as Brandon assaulted my prostate, I sucked hard and deep on my own cock. Wave after wave of pleasure radiated up from hole and crotch.

I pulled off of my cock for a second and whispered "Cum for me, Brandon. Shoot it into me. I want you to show me how much you're loving this. I'll cum for you, too."

Brandon sucked in a breath and bounced me harder and faster onto his slicked-up fuck poll. I thought I was going to pass out but realized I just had stopped breathing from the ecstasy I was feeling. Between Brandon's ass assault and sucking on my cock, I couldn't hold back anymore. I moaned deeply as I filled my own mouth with blast after blast of my seed. Just as I started to cum, Brandon threw his head back and let out a sound that could only be described as a roar. His seed jetted out of his cock, filling my rectum and leaking out onto his own crotch. Within seconds, the two of us collapsed on the floor in a heap, Brandon's cock still impaled in my well-fucked ass.

Eddie and Tyler stood there with their mouths gaping open.

"Dude, I've never seen anyone who could fuck like that," Tyler gasped. "Not in any porno. Not anyone." He turned to Eddie. "Oops, sorry babe."

Eddie just fell down laughing.

"That was the fuck of a lifetime. Brandon, that was amazing. How are you feeling?" I asked.

"Who's ready for round two?" He laughed.

End -- Tripod -- Chapter 31