Tripod Chapter 34

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"Tripod" - Chapter 34

Tyler: Sup Tripod?

Me: Our dicks. I'm at Darius's. Still in bed.

Tyler: Can you video chat?

My phone rang and Darius rolled over. It was 9:12 AM. I hit "Accept" and tried to look coherent.

Tyler greeted us energetically, "Don't you two look hot."

I threw back the covers to expose my hard dick and Darius's furry butt. Darius, who was still dozing, raised a hand and feebly waved over his shoulder.

"I'll never get used to that monster, Jaime. Still shocks me every time I see it. You really should think about a career in porn," Tyler mused.

"Ugh, not gonna happen. But speaking of porn, we did have a fun three-way last night with a kid who got off just watching Darius and me fucking. It was the dude who sold us clothes at the mall yesterday."

"No shit! Now that's good customer service! Hey, that's kinda why I'm calling. Eddie and me did a three-way last night, too. I couldn't wait until tomorrow at school to tell you. Tag-teamed this girl I work with from the movie theater. Cute Latina. She kept trying to hit on me. I kept telling her I had a boyfriend. She kept saying that watching Eddie and me would be hot. Showed her a picture of Eddie. She just about shit. Said she loves black dick. Makes two of us, right? Anyhow, Eddie picked me up after work at 11:00 and this girl wouldn't take no for an answer. Eddie and me drove to the park and fucked her there. I fucked Eddie while he fucked her. Then he fucked her ass while I fucked her pussy. That girl was in heaven. Thank God for SUVs with fold-down back seats, ya know? We all fit in the back."

"Sounds like you guys had a blast," I said.

"Hah! Nice choice of words. Yeah, we both blasted off a few loads. I think that girl came like four times. She was moaning like a cat in heat. Pretty good at giving blow jobs, too. But not like you guys. That's kinda the other reason I called. The sex with her was hot, but not like with the five of us. We need to figure out when we can all get together again in person. Eddie and me miss being with you guys, really. And not just for the sex."

"I'm gonna see Brandon this afternoon and I can ask him then. Asher is going to hang out with Brandon's little brother. And obviously, Darius is right here. Say `hi,' Darius."

Darius rolled over and mumbled, "Hi, Ty" as he nestled his hard-on between my butt cheeks, then planted a kiss on one of my other cheeks.

"Let me see if we can find a day and a place. Since Asher is living with us now, it's gonna be kinda hard to get the house to myself. I mean, it's OK with just Darius, but I don't want to have to explain a five-man orgy to Asher."

"Since I'm the only one with no sibs, I'll see if I can get my folks to go out for a nice, long romantic dinner one night this week. Any night after 6:00 is fine with me, except Friday, `cause I work that day. What about you guys?"

"Got a big physics test on Wednesday morning. I need Tuesday night to study and I've got an away wrestling match in Palatine on Thursday night. Wednesday would be OK," Darius said.

"I'm good on Wednesday," I added. "Watcha doing this afternoon?"

"Jeez, Jaime, you're a nympho. Three-way last night and probably about to get some more and you want to hook up today?"

"Not for sex, you perv. You just said you miss us. I'm thinking about coffee around 11:00. He-Brew. You've still never met my new brother."

"11:00? That works. I don't have to be at work until 1:30. I'll check in with Eddie. Dude, you should have seen the two of us last night spit-roasting that girl. Eddie is such a stud. Have I ever told you how much I love that guy?"

"You don't have to, Ty. I see you two staring into each other's eyes in Chemistry. I could get cavities just watching."

"Oh, and you and Darius aren't all over each other?"

"Who, us?" Darius chimed in.

"What the fuck!" I squealed, as Darius's cockhead urgently pressed against my hole.

Tyler laughed. "Have at it, boys, but be quick about it. Unless you hear different from me, Eddie and I will see you at He Brew at 11:00."

"Oh, hey, Tyler, remember that Brandon will have his brother with him, who he's not out to, and Asher will be there, so keep it clean. School, college applications, work, sports, OK? Nothing about who gives better head, got it? Although Asher would probably love hearing about that subject."

"Got it. I'll talk about how I clawed my way to the top of the annual Girl Scout cookie sale," Tyler smirked.

"Perfect...Oh, fuck," I moaned as Darius shoved his now condom-covered dick into my ass.

Tyler stood up, ripped off his underwear, and grabbed his now-hard cock.

"Give me a show, boys. I'm ready."

"Later, Ty. Go call Eddie. We've gotta make this one quick," Darius said. He reached over and ended the call.

Five minutes later, Darius was dumping a load up my ass. I wasn't ready to climax, but we needed to get going, so I just let Darius slip from inside me. I rolled over and gave him a big, wet kiss.

"Aren't you gonna cum?" he asked.

"It can wait. We gotta get dressed and outta here. It's already 9:30. Let me text Asher."

"Only together for a month and already I'm not doing it for you?" Darius said, only half joking.

I was kind of caught off guard. I wanted to have a second to think about the right response, but I didn't have that luxury.

"You know, if I had to draw a picture of my ideal boyfriend, he'd look a lot like you. But it wouldn't really capture what you look like on the inside."

"Oh, really?" Darius said, "and what would that picture be?"

"Unicorns and glitter," I laughed.

"What? I'm like some six-year-old girl's fantasy?" he huffed.

"No, you're rare and light up everything around you."

Darius was speechless for just an instant. "And you're like the Frankenstein monster."

"What the fuck!" I said.

"Made of all kinds of parts that shouldn't go together, but you're a classic thriller."

"I should have recorded this conversation. No one would believe how bad that was." We both laughed. Then I looked Darius in the eyes and kissed him softly on the lips, then I reached for the phone.

"Gotta text Asher to let him know what's up," I said.

ME: Hey, bro. We're all gonna grab coffee at 11 with Brandon, Braden, Eddie, and Tyler. Pick out a cool fit. We'll be home in about 45. K?

ASHER: What's a fit?

ME: 🙄🙄 An outfit. Clothes

ASHER: 👍🏻

I really needed to explain to that kid that the thumbs-up emoji means more like "Whatever," than "Yes, indeed!" He'd get it eventually.

Since Darius had his own bathroom, we slipped into the shower together. Despite my telling him that we didn't have a lot of time, he insisted on at least giving me a quick blow job. He slid a couple of fingers up my still-slick asshole while taking most of the monster down his throat. He got me really close but then backed off, sat down on the shower floor, and watched me two-hand-stroke my dick until I started to breathe hard.

He looked up, licked his lips, and pointed at his chest.

I didn't need a translator. I picked up the pace until my cum raced up my rod. Then I stopped and aimed right where he'd pointed and you could hear the splat as the first shot hit him straight in the chest. After two shots, he dove for my cockhead and slurped up the remaining jizz straight from the source.

He let my now-softening cock slip from his mouth, then smiled and licked his lips. "Now that's better."

He grabbed the shampoo and ran his fingers through my wet curls as he massaged my head into a lather. So much hotter than when the hairstylist does it. This alone could wake up the monster again, but sadly, we didn't have time. I gave him a quick shampoo, too. We soaped each other up, paying attention to the pits and the buttholes, then quickly rinsed off. He turned off the water and I threw him a towel.

"Come on. We gotta get going," I said, "but I'd like to do this again when we have some more time."

"Has anyone ever told you that you have the most amazing hair?" Darius asked.

"Not since I was like three," I said.

"Do you have any idea how much women would pay for that color and those curls?"

"Probably not as much as men would pay for this cock," I shot back.

Darius almost fell over he was laughing so hard. "Got that right. And I get not only the cock but all of the cool stuff attached to it for nothing. How'd I get so lucky?"

"Probably because you didn't have a fucking clue what gochujang paste was," I shot back.

"Ignorance is definitely bliss in this case."

After saying thanks and goodbye to Darius's family, we headed over to my place to pick up Asher. We still had a couple of minutes before we needed to head over to He Brew.

Asher was sitting in the kitchen with my folks, a half-eaten strip of bacon on a plate in front of him and a look of sheer bliss on his face. He was wearing the new black jeans, a white t-shirt and a hoodie, with the varsity jacket slung over his chair. The cool gym shoes were on his feet. He looked just like any kid his age, but with some style. I'd get him a better haircut later that week.

"Good morning, you two. Did you sleep well?" Dad asked, the curious undertone readily apparent in his voice.

"We were home by 11:30, talked for a while, were asleep by 1:00 AM, and didn't wake up until after 9:00, so we're actually really good," I said, trying to sound like responsible young men, rather than the unabashed cockhounds that we were. Of course, I left out Kevin entirely, as well as that morning's activities.

"We're gonna head over to that great coffee shop across from school and meet Branden and Braden there. Eddie and Tyler are gonna stop by, too. They really want to meet Asher."

"You mean He..."

"Yes, that's the place," I said, interrupting my mom.

Mom & Dad looked at one another curiously, then a slow hint of understanding crossed their faces. Mom handed me some cash.

"OK. You boys have a great time. We'll see you for dinner tonight. We're all going to go out for Thai food. Asher said he's never had it before," Mom said.

We were the first to arrive at He Brew. It's really pretty ordinary from the outside. Asher got out and looked at the name.

"That's a funny name for a coffee place," he said. "It sounds like a gay sports bar. Like `Hey, Bro.'"

I just rolled my eyes. "Really, Asher? Think again."

"Gee, Jaime. I'm not stupid. Why would they call a coffee place after a Jewish language?"

Darius and I each took Asher by the hand and walked him up the stairs. The place was pretty crowded, but one of the big seating areas with a couch and chairs was still open in the back. Darius went to stake out a claim on the space.

I led Asher up to the counter. His eyes went wide as he saw shelf after shelf of rugelach, strudel, babkas, bagels, bialys, and assorted other Ashkenazi Jewish breads and pastries.

"They've got hamantaschen! It's not even Purim. I'll have one of everything! Jaime, this was so nice of you. Now I know why you didn't want to say the name in front of your parents. It would have spoiled the surprise. Can we bring some stuff home? I mean, I won't eat it all at once. I promise. I don't want to get fat and not fit into all these nice, new clothes."

"That's why Mom gave me extra cash, I'm guessing. Let me take a picture and send it to them."

I snapped a photo of Asher in front of the display case looking like he'd died and gone to heaven, then wrote "Mission Accomplished" on it before I sent it.

Dad replied: 💯.

Mom replied: 👍🏻.

I'd have to have Dad give Mom some emoji lessons.

"What looks good?" I asked Asher, pointing toward the display case.

"It all looks good. I'm kinda hungry. I'll have a toasted everything bagel with a schmear. And maybe a mun hamantaschen, too?"

"Everything bagels are my favorites, too," I said. "What's mun? Now it was my turn to show some ignorance.

"It's the filling made from those little, black seeds. Soooo good." Asher's eyes rolled up in his head. I swear I noticed his jeans tenting out.

I ordered three well-toasted, well-schmeared everything bagels, a poppy-seed hamantaschen, an order of rugelach, a hot tea for Darius, and coffee drinks for Asher and me. I'd get the takeout stuff later.

Tyler & Eddie and Brandon & Braden walked in at the same time and headed toward me at the counter. After exchanging mutual greetings and placing orders, Tyler, Asher, and Braden went to join Darius at the back of the store while I waited with Eddie and Brandon for our orders.

Eddie and I filled Brandon in on our respective 3-ways from the night before, as well as how much he and Tyler wanted us all to hook up again that week. Brandon confirmed that Wednesday would work for him.

"I haven't tapped Darius's ass yet," Brandon smirked, oozing his new-found top bravado.

"You are gonna love it," I said. "And he's gonna love it. I'm even thinking about a DP session for him. The boy can take anything, although you and me combined would probably stretch even him beyond the breaking point."

With our orders in hand, Eddie, Brandon, and I walked over to the seating area to find Asher animatedly chatting with Tyler as Braden and Darius looked on.

"Jacobs. Are you Jewish?" Asher asked.

"On my dad's side. My mom's Catholic. Italian and Polish."

Brandon and I handed drinks out to our respective charges. Eddie waited until Tyler had slid over to make room for him on the sofa. Then he handed Tyler his coffee.

"Thanks, Babe," Tyler responded. Then, realizing his mistake, Tyler tried feebly to fix it by turning to Braden, "He's on the baseball team. We nicknamed him after Babe Ruth."

Braden looked up and smiled. Then said, "Jackie Robinson would probably have been a better nickname. Are all of you gay or just my brother and you two?"

Brandon's eyes bugged out of his head. The rest of us were stunned.

"I know. I'm kinda quiet but I pay attention," Braden added.

I spoke first, "Darius is my boyfriend. We're both gay. As you already figured, Eddie and Tyler are together, too. They're not gay. They're pan but they've been together since they were your age." I decided to let Brandon and Asher speak for themselves.

"I'm gay, too," Asher began, a tear forming in the corner of his eye. "Please don't hate me. I just wanna be friends. I got thrown out by my family for being gay. That's why I'm living with Jaime now. I don't have any friends here yet."

"Hey, it's OK," Braden began, "my dad always told us that black people, Jews, and queer people were evil. But he's the evilest person I've ever met. So, anything he ever told me is probably total bullshit. And ever since my dad got thrown into jail, Brandon has tried really hard to be a great brother. When I was in a bad place, he literally saved my life. I know how much Brandon loves all of you. That's all that matters to me."

"Your father's in jail?" Asher asked.

"I can fill you in later, between algebra chapters and kicking your butt at video games," Braden responded.

"How did you know about me?" Brandon asked.

"I noticed that all of a sudden, Mom was looking more relaxed and we were eating better. She's still not working, so I figured you must be up to something to bring in money. I thought maybe you were selling drugs, so I looked around the house but really didn't come up with anything. Then, late one night, I stayed up to see if you were sneaking out of the house and just saw you creeping down to the basement. I just put my ear to the basement door and heard what you were saying while you were recording your video."

Brandon looked mortified. "I can stop. I can try to get another job. I'm so sorry. You were never supposed to know."

"Well, I know. So? You're doing this to help out Mom and me, right? You're 18. It's all legal. I'm proud of you. And you must be good at it because there are no more shitty casseroles for dinner. Keep up the good work."

"He'll keep it up alright," Tyler blurted out.

After an uncomfortably pregnant pause, Braden burst out laughing. All of us followed.

Then Brandon started to tear up and leaned in to give Braden a hug. Braden leaned in and hugged back.

A few minutes later, Asher and Braden were deep in conversation while the rest of us talked about where we were in the process of sending out applications for university, upcoming exams, and in what century Chicago might have another championship sports team. Not a single mention of sex. Extraordinary.

***

My family, Asher, and I all decided that it would be best to enroll Asher the first week of January at Evanston West so that he could begin a new semester at the same time as everyone else. He was receiving his assignments remotely from his old school and submitting them online, no longer required to attend classes in person.

And speaking of his old school, once Asher had given Abuela the dates and times when he had been attacked, Abuela went to work with the Chicago police department and the school's administration to review the security video.

I was in school when Abuela, Mom, and Asher went into the 14^th district police station to review the surveillance footage.

"Please have a seat," the officer said. "We've pulled the video from outside the restroom where you've said these incidents occurred.

There were sixteen separate occasions where Asher was clearly seen being grabbed and shoved into the bathroom. Then a few minutes later, he'd stumble out, followed by the same three boys each time; one white, one black, one Latino.

"Did each of these boys physically assault you and did each of them call you names?" the officer inquired.

Asher did his best to maintain his focus. Just looking at the footage, even though it showed nothing more than the "before" and "after," made him sick to his stomach.

"Yes. All of them took turns hitting me and calling me names, but the white kid was the worst. He was the one who hit me with a belt and he was the one that strangled me. The other kids hit me with their fists or kicked me. A couple of times, they pushed my head into the toilet. It was the white kid who wrote, `Dirty Jew' on my back."

"Why didn't you report these incidents to anyone at the school?"

"They said that they'd kill me if I told anyone. I was new at that school. I didn't know anyone. I didn't know who I could trust. It was torture. I was afraid for my life every day."

"Asher," Abuela began, "why didn't you contact me? Why didn't you tell Joan and Will?"

"I didn't know there were cameras at the school. What if I'd said something and those kids just said I was a liar, then got even angrier and killed me? I've never been a foster kid before. I didn't really know who I could trust or who would help me 100%. I only knew that once I was out of that school forever, I'd be safe. But by last week, things got so bad I took a chance and told Jaime. I'm really sorry I didn't say something to you before that, Abuela."

"You don't need to be sorry. You haven't done anything to deserve this. And I understand your sense of terror. I've seen situations like this before. I'm just relieved that you finally said something. We're gonna do everything we can to make sure these kids go to jail."

He'd been trying his best not to cry, but now safe in the embrace of Mom and Abuela, he lost it and the tears began streaming down his face. After a minute or so, he pulled himself together, turned to the officer, and said, "Go arrest those assholes. I'm never gonna give them the satisfaction of seeing me cry."

"We're going to need to take photos of your injuries, OK?" the officer said. "We already have the photos that your family took, but we need new ones just to confirm the authenticity of the originals."

Asher was led to another room where his injuries were documented. The bruises were already beginning to fade, but the outlines of where the belt buckle had struck him and where fingers had wrapped around his throat were still clearly visible. Asher later told me that the officer asked him to take off all of his clothes and he revealed further bruising on his backside where he'd been kicked repeatedly, and in his groin, where he'd been kicked in the balls.

Mom said that Asher had been incredibly brave, but after they returned from the police station, Asher just wanted to go to his room. I brought him his dinner downstairs. And we talked for a while about what had happened. After he'd gotten that off his chest and I'd given him a big hug, he talked about how lucky he felt knowing that he now had a family that loved him and protected him. We also talked about our futures and what the world might have in store for us. For the first time, I understood what it meant to be a brother. I wouldn't have traded how I'd grown up for anything, but now I was beginning to understand what I'd missed all those years.

Asher and Braden quickly became close friends, spending time together every weekend and on some days after school as well. Braden obviously loved to teach Asher about math and video games. And Asher clearly relished spending time in the company of a handsome, blond boy who he could share his deepest secrets with.

I never asked Asher what he and Braden talked about but suspect that each opened up about the horrible ordeals they'd endured and knew that they'd found a sympathetic and understanding ear in the other.

End -- Tripod -- Chapter 34